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Me & Emily & Daddy's Cum Ch. 01

By: rockandroller



I was just trying to be helpful.

I guess my intentions weren't entirely altruistic, but my ulterior motives were innocent, I promise. I wanted Mom and Dad's permission to have Emily over to spend the night. We were both 18-year-old seniors in high school, and I didn't really want to spend my last spring break ever just vegging out and watching Fear Factor. And every teenage girl knows it never hurts to grease the wheels when she wants something, especially when it comes to her parents. 

I was about to do a load of laundry and I thought that I could pick up a few brownie points with Mom if I threw some of her whites in with mine. Emily spends the night over pretty often, but usually it's on the weekend. This time it was the middle of spring break and I knew that Mom and Dad didn't really like to let me have company on nights when they had to go to work the next day. If I got on Mom's good side by doing a household chore without being asked, I'd have a much better chance of getting what I wanted. 

It had been a long time since I'd been in Mom's walk-in closet, and I was a little surprised at how messy it was inside. But then I realized that most of the mess was just dirty clothes thrown all over the floor. I got down and started rooting through them and throwing Mom's whites into a laundry basket. I figured that I had found most of them when I spotted her white nightgown kind of thrown over some other stuff in the corner. 

I grabbed the gown, and I was surprised to see that it had been covering a large machine of some kind. It was about the size of a breadbox and shaped like a beer keg cut in half lengthwise, with the cut side resting on the ground. It was covered in smooth dark vinyl, and there was some kind of remote control with two knobs and a logo that said, "Symbian."

I had no idea just what I was looking at. I was curious, but I didn't feel like I had stumbled onto some kind of big secret or anything. It was probably something that Dad used at work, or maybe an old science project from his college days. A pair of blue satin panties was draped over something long and skinny poking straight up from the top of the machine. Curious, I lifted them off.

I gasped with surprise at what I had uncovered. A big plastic penis was sticking out of the top of the machine. An amazed giggle escaped my lips as realized that this machine was some kind of serious giant mechanical dildo. I know that if there was a mirror in Mom's closet I would have seen myself turning sixteen shades of bright pink. I could see how it was supposed to be used - the girl would straddle the machine with her knees on the ground and push the penis inside her. She could slide up and down on it while she used the remote to make it vibrate or move around or something.

My amazement turned to shock when I realized that my own mother had probably used this thing last night, since her nightgown was the piece of clothing that had been hiding the machine. Trust me on this – no teenager likes to think of her parents having anything to do with sex. Never mind enjoying it or, god forbid, having an orgasm. But my very own mother, the woman who raised me and took care of me when I was sick and warned me about boys, had obviously put this penis inside her just because she liked how it felt. The vision of her bouncing up and down naked on it came unbidden to my mind. 

Hastily I pushed the picture away. I wished that I had mental fortitude to stop thinking about it. But I couldn't. The whole idea of doing yourself with the machine took root in my head, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to slide my pussy down over that big rubber penis. What would it feel like to have that huge thing inside me? As I pictured lowering myself onto the machine a small jolt of anticipation jerked my body and I felt a tiny gush of pussy juice leak into my panties. 

I think I blanked out for a second there, because the next thing I remember my hand was lightly stroking the business end of the machine. It was an unnatural shade of white, and was obviously supposed to look like a real penis. I guessed that it didn't matter too much what it looked like because it was meant to be buried inside a girl where nobody could see it. The rubber was slightly cool and even though it was pliable, it wasn't as soft as a real one would be. At least I didn't think so.

Although I'd done some heavy necking with assorted boys, I hadn't ever actually touched the business end of a boy. I marveled at how the vibrator felt in my hand, at how natural it seemed to have my fingers wrapped around that shape. So this is what one looked like. A guilty thrill washed through me as I wondered what Emily would think if I ever told her about my discovery.

Emily!

I suddenly remembered why I had come into the closet in the first place. If I was going to make some brownie points so that Emily could come over, I was going to have to do something other than wash Mom's whites for her. Mom had been hiding her toy from me, and I just knew we'd both die of embarrassment if she found out that I knew about it. In order to preserve her secret, I couldn't let her know I'd been in her closet. And sure as heck she'd notice if I took all of her whites to the laundry room.

I reluctantly let go of the rubber shaft and put Mom's blue lace panties back over it. Then I tossed her nightgown over the whole thing. I knew even then that I hadn't seen it for the last time. One way or another I'd be back. I took Mom's whites out of the laundry basket and tried to put them back where I'd found them. My mind was distracted with visions of me straddling a big rubber penis when I left Mom's room, the half full laundry basket under my arm and a pleasant throb between my legs. I threw the load of my whites in the washer and resigned myself to my other brownie point option, which was to mow the lawn.

I'd much rather watch some tube and fold clothes than mow, but the real fact of the matter is that mowing our lawn isn't such a big deal. It's a very stylish yard, with lots of plantings, rock walkways, and even a pool in the back – there's just not very much grass. The whole job took me about 20 minutes.

Not that I was concentrating on what I was doing. As I walked around behind the mower I discovered that if I walked just so, I could keep my pussy lips squishing gently against each other, which suited my horny mood just fine. The vibrations from the mower kept my thoughts centered on the vibrating machine in Mom's closet. I couldn't wait to finish mowing so that I could go to my room, throw myself on my bed and relieve the growing tension between my legs. Lately it never seemed to take much to prompt me to think of sex, and with all of the ammunition I had now there way no way for me to think of anything else. I was definitely not considering using the thing myself. But the thoughts of maybe having my very own Symbian machine – now there was an idea a girl could embrace.

When I was done with the lawn I modified my plans. I was feeling kind of sticky and dirty, so I decided to move my self-pleasuring to a more suitable location. I practically ran upstairs to my bathroom.

I kicked off my socks and peeled off my shorts and sticky panties and threw in them in the laundry basket. Would I ever be able to do any laundry without thinking of that machine again? I giggled as I thought of years of laundry and dirty thoughts ahead of me. My breasts popped free as I took off my t-shirt and I gave my tittys a quick rub. I turned on the faucet and let the water start to get hot. Like most teenage girls I kept pretty close track of how I looked, and while I waited I turned to the mirror for some naked self-inspection.

Dad always kidded me that I was too skinny, and I suppose that he was right. But the fact is I was proud of my figure, even if it was kind of boyish. My legs were long and lean, and as I looked at them in the mirror I tried to imagine what they would look like wrapped around some boy. I kind of liked the image. What would it be like to have a man laying on top of me and pushing his penis in between my legs? My pussy throbbed, begging for my touch. I indulged it a little by stroking myself and smearing the wetness around. Gosh, could anything feel better than fingering yourself?

Then the memory of that damned machine popped into my head again. How sexy would a girl look straddling on a Symbian? Watching myself in the mirror, I slowly squatted down on my heels, spreading my knees as I pretended that I was impaling myself on the machine. God, I looked so sexy. I couldn't believe the ache between my legs when I saw my white thighs spread open so that my pussy was exposed for easy penetration. I watched myself as I bounced up and down a little, pretending there was a Symbian machine under me. What would it feel like to have that thing inside you? What did it do when it was plugged in? My breasts bounced a little, and each jiggle sent a shiver of pleasure down between my legs. 

I braced myself against the door with one hand, and I watched in the mirror as I reached between my legs with my free hand and tickled my clit. The pent up needs of my slippery lips practically gushed out of me, and I was halfway to an orgasm after a few seconds of wet diddling. My eyes felt dazed and I could barely focus on the mirror. I'd never seen myself like this before – a young girl ready for penetration with her pink lips begging for attention. I was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, even if I was a girl. I was a little scared at how much I needed sex at that moment. 

I didn't want to cum squatting on the bathroom floor. A girl's got to have some dignity, right? Shakily I stood back up and got into the shower. I adjusted the spray on the hand-held showerhead to a gentle massage and climbed into the shower. The warm wet fingers of hot water, the soft susurration of the spray, the gushy throbbing between my legs – I was in heaven. I lathered up and rinsed off, using my ever-so-slippery liquid shower soap with extra moisturizers. Orange blossom and jasmine scented, if it matters. Every once in a while I'd take my soapy fingers and massage my dripping pussy, nudging it back up to that spot where I was only a few strokes away from a good cum. I liked to balance on that edge, stringing it out before I gave myself to that release that every girl likes so much. I kept the drain closed and let the hot water rise around my ankles. 

I had been playing with myself for a few years, but it was a pretty recent development to do it in the bathtub. Before I had always been on my back in my bed - the covers pulled up and trying not to moan out loud as I imagined some boy laying on top of me and thrusting his penis into me. But once I discovered the pleasures of bathroom diddling I learned some new things about myself.

One of them was that when I cum my legs tend to get so shaky that it's way too hard for me to stand. And I sure didn't want to have to explain to St. Peter that I had slipped in the bathtub and died because I was cumming too hard while I was playing with myself in the bathtub. I don't think he'd understand. So when I was all clean and it was time to play I laid down on my back, taking the pulsing showerhead with me. 

The other thing I had learned about bathtub diddling was that the spray from the shower could bring me to an intense orgasm so quickly that it was almost painful. It was better to bring myself close to cumming with my fingers, taking my time until just the right moment. Then I would point showerhead at my clit and ride the spray of warm water through a mind-boggling orgasm. 

I adjusted the water level so that as I lay on my back it didn't quite cover my pussy. I reached for my newest best friend – the can of Gillette Satin shaving gel that I used when I shaved my legs. I used the Floral Passion scent so that it would kind of match my soap. A girl tries not to mix her scents, you know. I remember being disappointed that the gel wasn't pink like the can – that would have been so pretty. Anyway I had discovered that this stuff was so slippery that it was the perfect creamy mate to my own fluids. I giggled and I wondered why I'd never noticed it before – the can was pink and long and skinny with a round top. It looked pretty much like a big penis. Kind of like the thing on top of Mom's machine.

I got myself comfortable in the warm water and put the gushing showerhead by my side. I put my feet up on the edges of the tub so that my legs were spread as far apart as I could get them. Once I was all settled in the warm water I squirted a big glob of the white goo into my palm. I reached between my legs and cupped my hand over my swollen pussy.

The jolt of pleasure that shook through me caused the water to splash, and I was glad that the sound of the running showerhead covered the noise. It also covered the low moan that I couldn't hold back as I smeared the gel into foam with my fingertips. My clit throbbed, and I couldn't believe how sensitive it was. It had been almost an hour since I'd discovered Mom's machine and I'd been aroused ever since, so I knew this was going to be a good one.

I began breathing harder, forced to gasp for air as my fingers did their magic. I covered my whole pussy with my palm, gently massaging the foam into my swollen lips and sliding one finger inside me. The gel made a frothy mess between my legs, mixing with my own ooze and splashing into the bath water. Every once in a while I would flick my clit with my finger a few times, sending shivers down my spine and taking me one step closer to heaven. As I got more excited I began bucking against my hand. God, it felt so good. My breath started coming in shallow gasps as I got closer. It was time.

I lifted the showerhead and pointed the wet tingling spray at my pussy. The warm nubbins of water splashed against my clit and spread my pussy lips wide, massaging me up and over the edge.

I came hard, involuntarily drawing my knees up to my chest and spreading myself wide open to the pleasures of the spray. My whole being centered into that small spot between my legs. Ohmigod, it felt good. I moved the spray around in little circles, coaxing, teasing and drawing out my orgasm.

I bucked against the spray, wishing that I was being screwed for real as the waves of delight wracked my body. Wishing that the spray of warm water that was trying to find its way inside me was actually a big penis. It was too much. My clit was so sensitive that I couldn't stand it any longer. I took the spray away and straightened my legs as every muscle in my body went taut. I gritted my teeth and stifled a moan as my orgasm slowly snaked its way out of my body, going back to wherever good orgasms go when they're not using me. The muscles in my back and ass were contracted so hard that it hurt, and I knew that I was going to ache for a while. Slowly my muscles relaxed and I gradually sank down into the soapy hot water. 

I took deep breaths of the moist air, letting my body slowly return to its non-orgasmic state. I stretched my whole body and relaxed after my cum, soaking in the hot water and letting my mind drift slowly back from the sexy place it had gone.

When I'd been recovering long enough I climbed out of the tub, and I was glad that there was a rail to hold onto because my legs were so shaky. Note to self – wait a little longer before getting out next time. I grabbed a towel and dried off, savoring the feel of the soft terrycloth on my sensitive skin. My pussy felt silky smooth under my fingers thanks to the lubricants and moisturizers in the shaving gel. Those Gillette people really know their stuff. But they need a new marketing campaign, that's for sure. If women only knew what this goop was really good for, sales would triple. My pussy was as soft as baby's skin, and somehow that made me feel extra sexy and feminine.

I reluctantly stopped playing with myself and daydreaming of boys and sex and hidden machines just as Dad got home. I got dressed and ran downstairs to give him a welcome home kiss and make sure that he'd seen that I'd mowed the lawn. He said something like, "Good! I'm glad that you're not just vegetating your vacation away." 

I caught Emily online and told her I was going to ask if she could spend the night. She said that she hoped so because her little brother was being a pain and she was kinda bored with spring break. I got the impression that there was something else she wanted to talk about, but I thought it might have just been because we were talking online.

Mom was home and talking to Dad in the kitchen by the time I went back downstairs. As I looked at her I couldn't help but imagine her in her room, naked and lowering her pussy onto that thing in her closet. Where did she do it? In the middle of her bedroom? And where was Dad when she was using it? Ohmigod! Dad! I hadn't even thought of him! Did he even know she had it? He must, right? Or was it her secret? Or maybe she didn't even like using it, but Dad liked to watch her on it. The images jumbled through my brain, and I had a hard time pushing them away.

Fortunately Mom and Dad were talking about work, and it was a few minutes before they really paid any attention to me. As it turned out, it was a good thing that I'd mowed the lawn. Mom was already on my side – it was Dad I had to convince. But between Mom and me we managed to get his permission for Emily to spend the night.

I called her up and she drove over right away. We went up to my room and hung out. Now that we were in the same room I was sure that something was bothering her, but I couldn't get her to tell me what it was. We spent a while watching TV and chatting online to some of our friends like we usually did. We helped Mom make a lasagne for dinner and we all sat down to eat.

Dad really likes Emily. He calls her his other daughter. I think it's because she's so smart. She isn't like the other girls at school – she can talk to adults almost as if she's one of them, discussing politics and history and everything else. I wonder sometimes if Dad likes her just because he hopes that some of her smarts will rub off on me. Anyway, he likes to say things just to see if he can shock her. He likes to shock me too for that matter, but I'm more used to it.

"What are you guys gonna do tonight?" he asked us.

"Oh, just hang out," I said.

"Yeah, we're gonna talk about boys," Emily said. We broke out laughing.

"Well, as long as you're just talking, that's OK," Dad said. "It's when you start doing that I'll get worried. Now you two be sure to leave your door open – I don't want any hanky-panky going on up in your room." Daddy wiggled his eyebrows, and Emily rolled her eyes, which caused him to laugh. It was a running joke with my father. He liked to pretend that there was something sexual going on every time there was someone in my room with me so that he could pretend to be horrified. I never quite knew if he was kidding or not.

We helped Mom clean up and then we went back to my room. Now that our mandatory time with Mom and Dad was behind us I was determined to find out what was bugging Emily. But she kept telling me that nothing was bothering her. I've known Emily long enough to know when she's keeping something from me, and this was one of those times. So I begged, I whined, I joked. 

Finally I said, "If you don't tell me, I'll have to give you 'puppy dog' eyes." I pleaded with my eyes and pouted with my lips. Emily laughed, and I knew I had her.

"It's Josh." My heart sank. Emily had enough trouble getting dates. If Josh had hurt her somehow, it'd be even harder to get her to go out on another date in the future. 

Emily's problems with boys were twofold: she was pretty, and she was smart. The cool boys and the jocks didn't like to go out with her because they all knew that she was smarter than they were. And the smart boys all thought that she was too pretty to give them the time of day, and so they never asked her out either. Not that she was very interested in the geeks anyhow. It was just frustrating, that's all.


Me & Emily & Daddy's Cum Ch. 01



Emily professed indifference when it came to boys, but I always suspected that it was because they didn't pay much attention to her, and not because she really didn't want one of them to jump on her.

I'd always tried to bolster her confidence and reassure her that she was cute and fun to be with. It wasn't hard for me to say those things, because I really believed them. Emily has a wicked sense of humor that she usually keeps hidden and she's really cute. She's just a little naïve here and there. She's been my best friend for, like, forever. But I never got very far extolling her virtues to her, mostly because as a girl and her best friend my opinion just didn't count when it came to such things.

Last weekend Josh Witulski had asked her out, and although I'd been dying to ask her about it I had decided that I was going to let her bring it up. Looks like she finally was going to. Josh is OK, I guess, but he's not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box. He wasn't like her first date ever, but it had been a long time since her last one.

"What happened?"

"Well," a diffused blush crawled up Emily's face. "We were sitting in the car in front of my house after the movie. He slid over and put his arm around my shoulder." Emily paused.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, what, did he kiss you?"

Emily took a deep breath. "Yeah, he kissed me," she went on. "I thought he was going to do it again, but instead he just kinda cuddled up. It was nice. He said that he wanted to take me to see 'Troy' – you know, the movie?" I nodded, encouraging her to go on.

"He put his finger on my breast and started drawing little circles around my nipple."

I giggled. "And what, you didn't like it?"

"No," she said, "I liked it." Emily blushed again, a delicate spray of pink spreading over her normally pale skin. "He said, like he was being all seductive or something, that he wanted to take me to see Troy because I was like his Helen, and he wanted to kidnap me and take me to Paris."

"And you said...?"

Emily started talking faster, her frustration evident in the tone of her voice. "I mean, why are guys so dumb? I couldn't seem to stop myself. I didn't mean it! I probably just sounded mean. You know, like he was some kind of dummy or something. But come on – everybody knows that Paris was the guy who kidnapped Helen from Troy, right?"

I didn't answer that. But I hadn't been calling her 'Little Miss Correct Everything' all through high-school for no reason. Emily just couldn't stand it when somebody said something that was wrong.

"Oh, I know I messed up," she said. "Big time." Like I said, Emily is not stupid. "As soon as I said it I knew I'd screwed up. Next thing I knew he'd told me goodnight, gotten me out of the car and started to drive off."

"So what?" I said. "Witulski is a boob. He doesn't know a good thing when he sees it. It's not like you really wanted him for a boyfriend anyhow."

"That's not it. I know he's a moron. It's what he said as he drove off."

Emily hesitated, a combination of discomfort and embarrassment playing over her face. She took a sudden interest in her lap, and I knew that we'd reached the crux of her problem.

"Come on," I said, patting her on the knee. "You can tell me."

Emily nodded, and I could barely hear her whispered revelation. "He said he didn't want to kiss me anymore anyways, because I kiss like a goldfish."

I couldn't believe it! Even Josh Witulski wasn't that low, was he? Nobody could be so mean they'd deliberately hurt the feelings of a girl as sweet as Emily. And certainly not a boy - they'll say anything if they think they can get into your pants. Besides, it couldn't be true. It's not like there's any big secret to being a good kisser, right? 

I couldn't think of a thing to say, so I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her tightly and held her. Sometimes words are just unnecessary, you know? Her dark hair tickled my nose and the scent of her shampoo was somehow strangely intoxicating. No wonder guys like this stuff, I thought. We held each other as some of the tension that I'd noticed in my best friend leeched out of her.

When we finally let go I could tell that unburdening herself had done Emily a lot of good. There was a trickle of a tear from the corner of her eye. She bravely wiped it away with the back of her hand and smiled at me, shaking off the trauma that Josh had caused her by sharing it with me.

Emily's eyes dropped to her lap again, and she said, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything," I said. "What are best friends for? You want me to go beat him up? Start a nasty rumor that he couldn't get it up? Tell his Mommy that he prefers football players to smart pretty girls?"

Emily laughed, but then grew immediately serious. She looked straight at me, her big dark eyes somehow drawing me close to her. I remember thinking that a boy could really fall into those eyes.

"I want you to kiss me." 

I know that my mouth flew open as a million thoughts scrambled through my head, with surprise being the predominant one. But right behind the surprise was a rush of curiosity and a warm flash of desire. For Emily? How could that be? I sat there for a moment trying to rally my thoughts. Kiss a girl? Me? But? My brain was like, totally derailed. Emily obviously took my confusion for an open window. When she was sure that I wasn't going to run screaming from the room or anything, she went on.

"I mean, you have lots more practice than I do. If I really kiss like a goldfish you'll tell me, right? And then you could help me fix it."

I barely heard her. I guess my discovery of Mom's toy and my afternoon session in the shower had left me a little needy. I'd kissed a few boys and God knows that I liked it, but I guess the thought had never occurred to me to kiss a girl. The thought seemed strangely seductive. Besides, it was just a kiss, right? It's not like we were going to have sex or anything. I caught my breath as the image of me in the bathroom naked and squatting in front of the mirror flashed into my head, only it was Emily that I saw, steamy and naked and sexy as all hell. Where did that come from? I pushed the picture away. Emily needed me. And she had already been rejected once this week. I didn't even want to think about what it would do to her if I turned her down after she had gathered the courage it took to ask me.

I suppressed a giggle as I thought of what my Dad would say if I really was necking in my room. With a girl, no less. After all of the kidding that we took from him about doing inappropriate stuff, it would serve him right if that's what we were actually doing. I think that was the thought that pushed me from 'you're kidding' to 'why not?' to 'yes'.

"Of course," I said brightly, as if she'd asked me to help with her homework or something. I guess I didn't really know how to gracefully handle a request like that. I patted Emily on the knee and I got up and went to the door and shut it. Dad was kidding about us keeping it open. Mostly. I think.

I went back and took Emily's hand and led her over to the middle of the bedroom floor. We sat down facing each other Indian style with our knees touching. Emily put her hands on my knees, and I rested my hands on her forearms.

We looked at each other for a few seconds, gathering nerve. I don't think I'd ever noticed how really pretty Emily is. She had light freckles on her snowy skin and a little gap between her front teeth that kept her smile just short of perfection. Of course it might have been the excitement of the moment that made her seem so damned desirable. My heightened awareness of the need between my legs, the mental images of Mom riding the Symbian, the memory of my soft pussy lips after the session in the shower all combined to wash away my inhibitions. I leaned close to my best friend.

It was as if we'd done all this before. There was no fumbling as we figured out where our noses were going like there was with every boy I'd ever kissed. I closed my eyes, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. My body seemed to grow softer and warmer as we slowly got closer. Finally our lips touched and a jolt of pure erotic pleasure passed through me from my lips to all the way to my pussy. And then I melted. This was so unlike any of the boys I'd kissed. Emily tasted so sweet. Her lips were moist and pliant, somehow giving me more than I was returning to her. I was lost. I don't know where I went – someplace where time doesn't exist and an eternity can be squeezed into the space of one kiss. I felt woozy. A delicious warm woozy that I could have lived inside forever. It felt as if we were exchanging a tiny fundamental part of our hearts. Something of me became Emily, and something of Emily became me.

It was wonderful.

One kiss turned into many without a single objection from my conscience. I don't know how long we went at it, exploring, nibbling, sharing. Suddenly her neck called my lips, and I kissed her there. Then her earlobe. Her cheek. The little hollow under her jaw. My explorations were cut short when her lips called me back and I had to kiss her again. I wanted to be everywhere all at once and I was disappointed that I couldn't be. Our tongues explored, gently tasting and teasing and mashing. I could feel her nipples rubbing my breasts through our shirts, and my whole body was begging to be out of my clothes. Finally I realized that my whole body felt flushed and I was having a hard time catching my breath. I was even feeling dizzy, and I had been for some time. We needed to stop. Reluctantly I leaned away.

It was a good thing that I was holding on to Emily's arms. I was so light-headed from what Emily had done to me that I would have fallen right over if I hadn't been clutching her so tightly. 

I took a deep breath, fighting my return to the present, wanting to stay lost in the microcosm we'd created. But the extra oxygen cleared my head just enough to bring me back to where I was – sitting on the floor of my bedroom with my lips still flushed from Emily's warm kisses.

"Ohmigod," I said. Emily's eyes were still closed and she swayed slightly. Her breaths were deep and somehow needy. I could see her struggle to remember where she was and what she was doing, much the same as I had been. Only worse. 

I watched as her mind drifted back to the here and now. Her eyes were still closed as if she was afraid to look at me. She pursed her lips in a look that hurt to see - I could tell that she was steeling herself to be disappointed. 

"Like a goldfish, right?" she asked. I couldn't believe it – hadn't she felt what I'd felt?

"Oh, God, no, honey!" I held her face in my hands and peppered her with little kisses. "Trust me, that was the best kiss I've ever had." I tried to inject as much sincerity in my voice as I could. It was suddenly the most important thing to me in the whole world for Emily to know that I was telling her the absolute truth.

I could tell she was having a hard time trying to decide if I was just pretending so she wouldn't be hurt or if I really meant it. I had to convince her. I held her face still as I kissed her again, slow and sweet, my tongue lightly dancing on her lips. 

"The best." 

Another kiss. 

"The best." 

Kiss. 

"The best." 

With each kiss Emily's response was more enthusiastic and I knew that she was becoming convinced that I was telling her the truth. Finally she leaned away from me and a shy smile grew on her lips. I could feel a big grin growing on my face, and in a minute we were both just smiling at each other, eyes dancing with our newfound knowledge. Emily tried unsuccessfully to look serious as she dropped her eyes to her lap and pretended to pout. "I guess that means I don't need any practice, right?"

I laughed and leaned in for more.

It wasn't long before the realization of just how far gone we were dawned on me. Emily's sweet kisses were somehow finding their way from my lips down to the warm spot between my legs. Not that I hadn't given myself a head start in the shower. My pussy hadn't really stopped leaking since this afternoon in Mom's closet. Now I was all squishy and my panties were soaked and I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices. Emily's knees were spread wide too, her jeans stretched tight over her sex. I had a craving to cup her in my hand, to feel the taut denim, to feel if she was as slick as I was. This was going too far. I knew that a few more minutes of this and neither one of us would be able to stop.

I leaned away from Emily. I took a long deep breath to try to keep my body from wobbling. As much as I didn't want to, I had to stop. With Emily's lips no longer directly influencing my desires, I was able to gather enough resolve to stand up. Somehow that resolve didn't extend far enough to make my legs stop shaking. Emily sat on the carpet, her eyes closed and her body swaying slightly. I patted her on the head and said, "Good job."

Emily swallowed and said, "No more practice?"

"Not tonight," I said, trying not to let my voice reveal how badly I wanted to go on. Practice? Jeez, if we didn't stop right now I'd be ripping her clothes off so that I could suck her nipples and rub my pussy on her legs. I walked to the bedroom door and pushed it open. This was for my protection. I didn't really think that Dad would look in on us without knocking, but with the door open the chance that we'd get caught was good enough that we'd have to stop.

I pulled Emily to her feet and we went to sit at my desk and talk online with the gang. As if we'd entered some secret pact, neither one of us mentioned our make out session. There was an unvoiced dare going on. If we altered our routine then somehow we were giving life to our newfound knowledge that a girl's lips and body could make us that excited. And so we pretended that nothing had happened. Well, mostly.

Later I put on my nightshirt in the bathroom instead of in my room where Emily could watch. Suddenly I didn't want her to see my naked breasts or me taking off my clothes. I was that close to succumbing to my longings, and I knew that she probably was too. I didn't want either of us to have to fight off the temptations of naked skin, soft lips and too much 'practice.'

Emily and I always slept together in my bed, which was big enough for two. It just never seemed fair that one of us should have to sleep on the sofa or the floor. So we always slept together. Of course things were a little different this night.

Emily went to the bathroom and changed into the t-shirt she kept at our house for overnighters. I guess that she didn't want to change in front of me either that night. I remember being kind of disappointed that I wasn't going to get to see her naked breasts, but I was relieved, too. I turned out the light and we climbed into bed. But this time we were extra careful not to touch each other as we climbed in. Our usual bedtime banter was stilted and we were both happy to pretend that we were too sleepy to talk. We slept as far away from each other as we could, the better to keep our new desires from overtaking us.

I don't know about Emily, but I didn't sleep well. My night was a fuzzy haze of feelings and images that muddled my sleep and left me wanting; my slick pussy calling my fingers, Emily's lips and her breasts pressed against mine, the machine in Mom's closet, its rubber penis calling me. Ohmigod – the machine! Could Mom be using it right now? I strained to hear something, anything that might be the sound of that machine through the walls. Vibrators make noise, right? Or Mom! Maybe if I listened hard enough I could hear her moaning like I did in the bathroom. Did she even moan when she came? I don't know if I was actually awake or just dreaming that I was listening. But I do know that somehow I was disappointed when I didn't hear anything.

My thoughts drifted back to Emily. God, I was horny! I knew that if I just rolled over and kissed her again we'd wind up doing a lot more than kissing. 

I lay there restless and sleepy and horny all at the same time. On the one hand, I loved the woozy comfort of our new relationship. Emily and I had entered a compact, the promise of which was still cloudy and undefined. Her kisses had touched me in a way that no boy ever had and I longed for more. But I kept my hands away from Emily, and away from my pussy, too. I didn't want her to catch me doing myself.

And so the night passed – a hazy mix of unfulfilled promise of our future together, of unfulfilled lust right now. An alliance of just the two of us.

Next: Rising infatuations lead the girls someplace unexpected...



Me & Emily & Daddy's Cum Ch. 02



By the time we got up the next morning, Mom and Dad had already left for work. We got dressed (separately) and went downstairs and poured ourselves some Apple Jacks. We were both in a good mood. I didn't bring up anything about our make-out session the night before, and neither did Emily.

But the slippery spot between my legs hadn't magically vanished during the night. Nope. It was still there, longing for attention. I squished every time I walked and I was afraid that if I got too close to Emily that she'd be able to smell that I was in heat, in spite of my freshly laundered panties. So I refused to sit next to her on the sofa like we usually did. Instead I curled up alone in the chair in front of the TV.

Emily sat on the sofa near me and we ate our breakfast together. Emily was bored enough to crank on the TV. As she sat there channel hopping a sports show whizzed past and we heard the announcer say the magic word. Practice.

"Practice?" Emily said brightly, her head popping up to look around. "Did somebody say 'practice'?" I broke out laughing and I was glad that I didn't accidentally shoot milk out my nose.

"Down, girl," I said, wiping milk from my mouth with the back of my hand. "I think you've had enough practice."

Emily pretended to pout. Obviously she'd enjoyed last night as much as I had, and she wanted more. I was so happy - it wasn't just me that longed for more kisses, more caresses. Emily wanted me just like I wanted her. But did we really want to go there? As badly as I wanted to, I somehow felt that we weren't ready yet. Of course, it turned out that I was wrong.

Emily left the channel on ESPN, obviously hoping for someone to use the magic word again. Finally someone did, and Emily popped up and looked around again, giggling. "Practice? Practice?"

"No," I said, using the firm tone that you'd use on a puppy dog who just chewed up your slipper. "No more practice."

Emily pouted again, but the tone was set. For the rest of the morning she took every opportunity she could to say the word 'practice.' And every time she said it, her head would pop up and look around like a kitten hearing the can opener.

Emily grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV, changing the channels as rapidly as she could, pausing only long enough to hear what they were saying on each channel. "I need to see if I can find anybody else who's practicing!" 

Have you ever tried to hear a certain word on TV? It's pretty hard, and Emily gave up trying to hear it and started making up her own to go with the shows. When she found an episode of Cirque du Soleil she said, "I'll bet they never pass up a chance to practice!" I tried not to laugh as she looked at me disdainfully and changed the channel. 

She found an episode of America's Funniest Videos, and we saw a baby trying to eat with a spoon and missing her mouth. The poor kid had applesauce all over her face. "See?" said Emily. "If she just had more practice, her whole life would be so much better?"

"You know what?" she said. "You gave me way too much milk on these Apple Jacks. You know what I think? I think you need more practice!" Emily closed her eyes and pursed her lips out at me, begging for a kiss. I chuckled but stayed right in my chair. Emily waited with her lips at the ready. When I didn't run over and kiss her she acted disappointed and pretended to pout. I broke out laughing. Emily joined me and we giggled ourselves breathless. 

There was no question that last night's explorations had left Emily in much the same condition they'd left me – hot and bothered and wanting more. Way more. But did she really want to go to that next step? Did I? I wished that she'd stop kidding me about practicing so that I'd have a chance to sort out my feelings.

But Emily's enthusiasm was contagious. And I found myself watching her lips and the little gap between her front teeth. Somehow that little imperfection had become the very thing that made her perfect to me. As I watched her lips it was as if everything they did was a tease just for me. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Somehow it wasn't enough just to be her friend any more. Even her best friend. I wanted to possess her, to somehow make her mine. To mark her with my scent by dragging my wet pussy up her legs.

Emily's body seemed so desirable – her taut belly and delicate fingers, those lips that I loved kissing so much last night. And what about between her legs? Was she as wet as I was? Could I make her that way? What did she taste like between her legs?

Ohmigod. Where did that thought come from? I was appalled at myself for even thinking it. But I was even more appalled at how that feeling refused to go away. It morphed into full-blown brazen curiosity. What would it be like to lick Emily's pussy? I squeezed my legs together, trying vainly to keep more juice from leaking into my sopping panties.

I had two choices – I could jump on her and start practicing, or I could try to find something else to distract her. To take my mind off kissing her.

I have no real excuse. I think that maybe it was just the need between my legs fogging my brain. The proximity of a real live sexy girl was way more intoxicating than anything I had ever concocted in my imagination. I swear I was just thinking of getting her a little more hot and bothered than she was. Teasing her like she had been teasing me with all her 'practice' jokes. That'd teach her, right?

"Come on, I've got something to show you." I took Emily's hand in mine and led her upstairs to Mom's room. Why did touching her like that send a shiver through my whole body?

"OK." she said. "What's up here?"

"You'll see."

I pulled her into Mom and Dad's room and into Mom's closet. I had to kick some of the dirty clothes out of the way to make a clear spot on the floor. The machine was still where I'd left it, tucked into a corner and hiding under Mom's nightgown. I pulled Emily down on her knees next to me. I felt like we were forming a secret club, kneeling to worship some kind of electric erotic god. Maybe that's what we were doing.

"You have to promise not to tell," I said.

"OK."

"No, really, really promise."

"OK. I really, really promise. What is it?"

I paused and pushed my hair back behind my ears, stalling and trying to decide if her promise was serious enough or not. But that was mostly for show. I was just kidding myself, because my mind was already made up. 

I looked at Emily and I could see that I had her curiosity piqued. I leaned over and lifted the nightgown and tossed it away. Then, before I could change my mind, I slipped the panties off of the rubber penis shaft and tossed them too. I managed to drag my eyes away from the machine so that I could watch Emily's reaction. Her eyes flew wide and her hand flew to her mouth, trying to subdue the giggle that escaped her lips.

"Ohmigod!" she said.

Emily's hand reached out to cup the business end in her hand, just as I had done the day before. She watched herself slide her hand up and down the rod, her other hand still cupped over her mouth.

"Ohmigod!" she whispered into her hand.

"Ohmigod!" she said.

I don't think that I've ever seen Emily at a loss for words before, and I had to laugh.

"Did you try it?" she asked.

"No!" I tried to sound chagrined, as if I'd never ever thought of such a thing. "I just found it yesterday. It's Mom's."

"Duh."

Watching Emily's hand caress the plastic made me a little jealous. And wet. Her fingers were so long and pretty. I wanted her to stroke me and not that rubber thing. And I wanted that rubber thing in me. And I wanted Emily's kisses. I wanted my shower and my shaving gel and my hand. I wanted to taste Emily's pussy. I guess I just wanted everything.

Emily turned her head to look at me, a naughty grin that I'd never seen before lighting her face. I noticed that her hand never stopped stroking the shaft. It was as if she was mesmerized by the thing. When she spoke again she used a singsong voice like a six year old girl making a dare.

"Wanna try it?"

"No!" I had no trouble sounding surprised. "I didn't bring you in here to try it. I just thought you'd like to..." Words failed me. "See it?"

"Oh come on. Let's try it! You know you want to."

"No!"

"C'mon. Your parents are at work and won't get home until this evening. Besides, you know you want to. You wouldn't have brought me in here if you didn't. And you said we couldn't practice kissing. Maybe we should practice something different. Let's just turn it on and see what it does." Emily looked at me and raised her eyebrows in a mute question.

I think we both knew that if we turned it on we'd have to try it. But maybe not – we had managed to keep our hands off each other after our practicing last night. My stunned brain was flooded with possibilities and I couldn't say anything as a barrage of sexy images took my consciousness. Emily took this as an opening. Maybe it was. 

Emily popped a quick kiss on my lips and started gathering the cords. I was befuddled. I was wet and hot and bothered. I'd set events in motion and I didn't know where they were going to take me. And I wasn't even sure I wanted to go there. Wherever 'there' was. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Wait! Even if I did agree to use it, we don't have to do it right now, do we?"

Emily laughed. "That's easy for you to say. It's in your house. You'll have lots of chances to sneak in here and try it. How often am I over here when one of your parents isn't?"

She had me there. Before I could think of another objection Emily had the cords piled on top and the machine in her arms. She stood up and purposefully left the closet and walked out of Mom's room, her hair bouncing as she left with her new treasure. I got up and followed her, my eyes on her denim covered bottom.

Emily set the machine on the floor of my bedroom in the same spot where we had been sitting and necking the night before. My usually loquacious girlfriend was silent with purpose and desire. She crawled over to plug the cord in, and I took the opportunity to look at her taut little ass again. Heaven help me, I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to peel her jeans down so that I could see her bare bottom. 

Emily plugged the cord into an outlet and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the machine. I sat next to her. She ceremoniously positioned the remote control on the floor between us. She nudged it towards me.

"Turn it on."

"I'm not gonna turn it on. You turn it on."

"I'm not gonna turn it on. You turn it on."

The dare hung in the air for a moment. Then the thought occurred to me. There's nothing quite like shafting someone with their own words.

"You have to," I said. "Remember? You never get to come over when my parents aren't home. This might be your only chance." I stuck my tongue out and made a face at her.

Emily chuckled, but it was clear that her mind was on the machine and not me. She put her tongue between her lips and reached out and twisted the knob. The machine growled to life, the tip of the rubber penis moving in little circles. We both broke out giggling. It was so unrealistic – surely a real boy's thing didn't look this silly. And yet at the same time my pussy longed for that pale stiff shaft. Suddenly the quivering cums I had been giving myself for years seemed inadequate. My fingers weren't as long as the Symbian penis, and suddenly I wanted something bigger than my fingers – something that filled me completely full. I wanted a machine that would never tire, unlike my wrist which sometimes failed me before I wanted it to. I knew right then that someday I was going to have to try Mom's machine.

Emily put her fingers on the shaft, holding it loosely as it wiggled in her hand.

"Gosh," she said. "Can you even imagine what that would feel like?"

I shook my head. I suddenly realized that I was breathing very deeply, my imagination sparked by thoughts of what pleasures might await with that huge thing stuck deep inside me. I could picture Emily sitting astride it, her legs spread and her pink pussy being invaded by the rubber penis. A shiver of delight ran through me. 

"Try the other knob," I said.

Emily twisted the second knob. At first it seemed like nothing happened, but the farther she twisted the knob the louder the machine got. We could see that the penis not only twirled, it also vibrated. The wiggling phallus looked about as realistic as Michael Jackson. It seemed awfully loud, and I wondered how my mom had ever managed to use it without me hearing. Maybe it was quieter when it was, you know, inside?

We were both mesmerized. Emily had a glazed look of lust in her eye as she stared at the machine. We didn't need any words between us, because we both knew that there was no escape. The gently humming machine with the plastic penis had used our longings for each other to snare us like rabbits in a trap. We were going to let the Symbian have its way with us. "You first," I said.

"No way!" she said. "You first. I might break it!"

We both laughed at this absurdity.

"C'mon," she said. "It's your mom's. If anyone should go first it's you."

"Oh no, this was your idea. Besides, I can sneak in here and use it whenever I want, and you only get to when no one's around, remember?" 

Emily admitted defeat and pushed her hair back behind her ears. She looked both nervous and lusty, and I was amazed at how much I wanted to kiss her. "OK, but we're partners, right? After I've tried it you have to. Whether I like it or not."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"OK," I said. "Take your pants off."

"No way! You take yours off first. If I have to do it first, you have to get undressed first."

"Same time?" I said hopefully.

Emily laughed. "OK."

We both stood up and took a step away from Mom's Symbian. I couldn't imagine how I ever got to this place - stripping in front of my best friend so that we could take turns masturbating with a machine. Ohmigod. What were we doing? But my reservations were insignificant beside my new longings. It was all so foreign, and at the same time I was with Emily and so it was all right. Besides – I just wanted to. 

We were both too embarrassed to look at each other while we got undressed. I watched my fingers unbutton my jeans as if I never could have managed without looking. As I listened to Emily peel down her jeans a shiver of desire unlike any I'd ever felt before shuddered through me. This was way different than getting ready for gym class or changing into our swimming suits at the pool. It was even more exciting than undressing so that I could do myself. This was getting undressed for sex with somebody else. Together. So that we could take turns impaling ourselves on Mom's giant vibrating thingy.

It was as if every nerve ending in my body had suddenly become fine-tuned. I could feel every thread in the denim as it slid down my legs, every strand of cotton fiber in my panties as they tried to cling to my wet pussy. A curious need infused my whole body. Sex used to mean imagining a lover and playing with myself until I came. Suddenly it was very different. Now there was a longing to hold Emily, to fill her needs. To taste her. To touch her. To rub myself on her. To gaze in her eyes and kiss her sweet lips. It was more personal and more exciting than anything I'd ever done. I tried to concentrate – first things first, you know? We were just going to use the machine, right?

Emily looked into my eyes. "I need some practice first," she said.

I nodded. There was no real point in avoiding her kisses any longer, was there? We stepped together, wrapping our arms around each other as if we'd been doing it forever. Even though only our legs were bare it seemed as if I'd never actually been naked before. Our legs touched and I could feel her nipples pressing through the thin material of our t-shirts. My hands seemed to drop naturally to her bare ass. I held her cheeks in my hand and tried to fight the involuntary thrusting of my pussy.

As our lips touched it was just like before - I forgot all about where I was and what I was doing. The low thrumming of the machine faded away and took the whole world with it. Her lips were needy and soft and wet. My t-shirt suddenly felt rough and irritable, and I wanted to rip it off so that I could rub my nipples against hers.

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slip my hand between her legs. Obligingly she spread them a little bit for me. For the first time in my life I touched a pussy that wasn't my own. I wasn't at all surprised that Emily was as slippery as I was. I fondled her wet lips, trying to spread her moisture and somehow absorb her personal nectar through my fingertips. I stroked her just the way I stroked myself, fondling and teasing her swollen lips towards a good cum. Emily thrust her tongue deep into my mouth as I touched her. 

It felt so good. So natural. But where did these longings come from? The machine? Emily? Some desire for a woman's touch that I just never knew I had? It didn't matter. One way or another I was going to try to slake the thirst between my legs by slaking the thirst between Emily's.

We were both hot and breathless when we leaned away from each other, and there was no doubt that if the machine hadn't been humming and waiting patiently for a wet pussy that we wouldn't have stopped.

"Ready?" I said. Emily nodded, a whisper of a nervous smile on her face.

Holding hands we stepped back by the machine. Emily pushed her hair back as she put one bare foot on each side of the machine. Her legs were so lovely, and I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy for the machine that was going to sample her pussy before I did.

I let go of Emily's hand and sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of the machine. I ceremoniously took the control box in my hands and turned both knobs off. I figured that she didn't really want to try to hit a moving target with her pussy. "Ready for liftoff," I said.

Emily bit her lip, pushed her hair back behind her ears and straddled the machine, sitting on the curvy vinyl right behind the penis. I had this sudden silly urge to tuck my head between her legs so that she would be lowering herself onto my mouth.

"Wait a minute!" I said. I put down the control box and got to my feet. Emily watched me as I ran to the bathroom and fetched my can of shaving gel. I wiggled the can so Emily could see as I walked back into my room. "Seeee?"

I took my spot on the floor in front of the machine. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right," I said. Emily watched as I shook the can and squirted a blob of the slippery gel into my hand. I wrapped my palm around the rubber shaft and smeared the goo all over it. In a moment the thing was just as slippery as I was. It even smelled pretty.

"There you go," I said. I picked up the remote control and said, "Ready for liftoff, part two." Emily got up on her knees, positioning her slit over the vibrating penis. She put her hand between her legs and smeared her wetness around.

I was captivated by the sight of her fingers on her pussy. After all, it was the first one that I'd ever seen this close. Her lips were swollen and shiny with their own liquids. I could clearly see her wet inner lips, puffy and pink and begging to have something shoved in between them. Her fingers danced and slid around her slit just the way I liked to do myself. I swear it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life.

I saw my hand reaching for her slit. Without my permission, even. "Here," I said. My voice was a strangled croak. "Let me help." Emily gasped as my fingers touched her clit, and I could actually see her legs tremble as I gently massaged her nubbin. Emily allowed my caress for a few seconds, but apparently her legs wouldn't hold her up any more. She braced herself with her hand on top of the machine and slowly lowered herself onto the shaft. 




Me & Emily & Daddy's Cum Ch. 02



I couldn't take my eyes away from her pussy as it was impaled. The business end of the machine pressed against her inner lips, pushing them inside her with it. Even before it was all the way in her, Emily began panting – short shallow breaths as if she wasn't getting any air at all. A diffused flush spread over her inner thighs and up her belly. I could hear myself panting too, as if it was me getting pierced instead of just watching Emily. I could tell that she was about to cum, and I hadn't even turned the damned thing on yet.

Emily slowly ground herself down onto the penis, driving it as far into her as it would go. She couldn't stop panting as she wiggled her hips, finding just the perfect position to rub her clit against the base of the shaft. "Ready?" I said.

Emily wanted to answer, I could tell. But she had simply run out of breath and couldn't get even one word out. After a few seconds she gave up trying to speak. She managed a distracted nod, her hair bouncing with the effort. 

I twisted the knob that moved the penis in circles and the machine rumbled to life. Emily's eyes lost their focus and her whole body began to tremble as she vanished into the sensation between her legs. I think maybe she was already cumming by the time I turned the other knob.

The vibrator came on, adding to the noise. I could see the base of the penis vibrating wildly just under Emily's pussy lips. Juices drooled from between her legs, mixing with the shaving gel leaving the attachment glistening and wet. Emily wiggled her hips, grinding her pussy against the shaft that impaled her. I could hear the squishy sounds from her slit mixed with the sound of the machine. After only a minute or two Emily gulped hard and froze as the sensations from the Symbian machine's plastic penis launched her into a massive orgasm.

I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life. My pussy oozed warm liquid onto the insides of my thighs but I didn't even care. It was obvious that there was not one single thought left in Emily's mind, not even a tiny one. The flush on her crotch grew to an even darker pink and she stopped breathing entirely as her body trembled and shook.

Her lips were parted, and I got up to my knees in front of my cumming girlfriend so that I could take a kiss from her. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to be a part of her, even if her mind was too far gone to notice my lips touching hers.

It was the sweetest kiss I'd ever had. She still couldn't breathe, but her lips were soft and delicate, and I almost came myself as I touched them. It was as if her orgasm was so powerful that it was traveling up from her pussy and escaping from her mouth into me. I fed on her moans and her orgasm as if I had been starving for them. I could feel the juices drooling from my pussy and sliding down my thigh. In all my life I'd never been so wet or so ready.

I had to at least give Emily a chance to catch her breath, and so I reluctantly leaned away from her. The machine continued its relentless rumbling, tickling and vibrating away, oblivious to the pretty girl who was impaled on it. Emily opened her eyes, but she couldn't get them to focus. They looked lusty and amazed and satisfied all at the same time.

Suddenly her eyes opened wider, and I thought she was about to start cumming again. Then I heard my father's voice come from behind me.

"I see you found your mother's toy."

Next: Daddy finds a way to help...



Me & Emily & Daddy's Cum Ch. 03



I squealed when I whipped my head around and saw Dad leaning in the doorway of my room with his arms folded in front of him. He had his amused look on his face as he watched Emily riding the masturbation machine and cumming all over it. I'd always known that my father was a pretty good looking guy – daughters always harbor a secret crush on their dads. But I had never thought of him as sexy before that very moment. There was no doubt about it - he was absolutely the sexiest man I'd ever seen. Tall and rugged and handsome and very, very masculine. Of course, it might have had something to do my needy pussy and my girlfriend cumming as she rode Mom's Symbian. But I think it was more the sight of the massive bulge in Dad's pants that made me see him in this new light. I'd sure as hell never seen him with a hard-on before, and there isn't a daughter alive who wouldn't remember the first time she saw that.

I should have been humiliated caught using my mother's secret sex toy on my girlfriend. I think I was too much in heat and too delirious with desire. Come hell or high water Emily was mine now and not even an interruption from my dear old dad was going to stop me or my needy pussy. Not that he looked all that shocked. He seemed quite happy to stand in the doorway with his massive hard-on, watching his near naked daughter and her cumming friend.

I didn't have much time to examine my reaction because I heard Emily gasping for air again. I dragged my eyes away from Dad to look at her. You'd think that she'd be so embarrassed at being caught riding a big vibrator that she would have jumped off, grabbed something to cover herself with and then probably just died of shame. But to my amazement Emily hadn't stopped at all. Obviously seeing a real live man with a real live hard penis in the same room had sent her straight back into a sensual oblivion. She was cumming again.

"I, uh, had to come home to pick up a CD I forgot for a presentation this afternoon." Dad laughed. "I always knew you two were up to no good up here." He raised his eyebrows as if asking for an explanation. But of course there wasn't one.

Dad stepped close and looked down at Emily with a twinkle in his eye. Obviously he enjoyed the sight of her half naked body as she floundered and gasped and oozed girl juice all over the rubber penis. We both stared at her together, absolutely entranced. I felt so close to my daddy right then. We were sharing something that girls never ever share with their fathers – the erotic sight of a young girl cumming just for them. 

Emily seemed delirious, grinding her clit against the oscillations of the machine. Dad squatted down next to me without taking his eyes off of her.

"She's got it bad, doesn't she?" he said conspiratorially. 

Having a man this close to me while I was in such a state was almost too much to bear, even if the man was my father. And since I had seen his bulging erection through his pants I knew that I was in over my head. I didn't trust my voice, so I just nodded. Emily's hair bounced and her body trembled as the machine ground away inside her, keeping her on top of a peak most girls never climb. She held on with her hands between her legs and moaned softly.

Dad chuckled quietly. "I think she's stuck, don't you?"

It came to me in a flash. Emily and I just hadn't had enough experience with this whole sex thing to see what was obvious to someone who had, like, actually fucked somebody. But as soon as he said it I realized he was right – Emily had been cumming for an awful long time. My fingers sure as hell had never been able to tease that kind of orgasm out of me. I was jealous. I wanted my turn. I wanted Emily. I swallowed hard as I realized that I even wanted my father. A low keening burbled from Emily's lips as her orgasm quaked the life out of her. I couldn't take my eyes off her slippery pussy and flat tummy, and I found myself nodding in agreement with Daddy – she was stuck.

"Well, there's only one thing to do," Dad said, standing up in front of Emily, who continued to pant and gasp and hold on for her life. I don't know what I was expecting exactly. You know how it is – parents always seem to know what to do, and I guess I thought he had some kind of trick that would help Emily slow down. He did, but it wasn't anything I expected.

Right in front of my eyes my Dad unzipped his slacks and took out his hard penis. Ohmigod. I was so astonished that I froze in place, all of my attention riveted on the proof of Daddy's excitement right in front of me.

My mouth started to water and my pussy gushed a little more. His penis was so much sexier than the rubber one that Emily was riding. It was long and pink and swollen, the end distended like an overripe plum. There was clear fluid dripping from the little slit, which confused me because I'd always heard that sperm was white. Somehow his for-real shaft emanated need and want, things that I knew the poor Symbian machine could never manage to do no matter how tireless it was. 

Dad put one hand in Emily's hair and took his erection in the other and guided it between her panting lips. Emily's eyes went wide when Dad's cock disappeared inside her mouth, and a low muffled moan escaped her lips as her orgasm turned up another notch. Dad tangled his fingers in her hair and threw his head back in ecstasy as he felt her tongue and slippery lips. 

Emily gurgled and gagged but made no effort to lean back and away from the first penis to ever get put in her mouth. It was as if her body knew what her mind hadn't - that this was the thing that she'd needed even more than the machine between her legs. Her jaws went slack and her mouth stayed open when Dad slid out, waiting for the return of his glistening shaft. He pushed himself back into her so far that he drove her head back and his shaft should have choked her. He did it again, and again, working himself in and out of her, picking up speed, going faster and faster. Somehow it all made me think of a freight train, and I could easily hear the sloshing sounds of girl spit and sperm over the humming machine. 

I was young and inexperienced and I'd never seen a man cum before, but I still knew the exact moment that it happened. Dad's shaft got even bigger and harder in her mouth, and then he grabbed her head in both hands and thrust himself deep in her throat.

Daddy closed his eyes and moaned, his penis buried deep in Emily's mouth as he came. Emily swallowed frantically, trying to keep up with the goo that was spurting into her, but it was no use. There was so much of it that she couldn't slurp fast enough to keep up, and it spilled out of her and drooled down the corners of her mouth.

Emily seemed to lose consciousness, her body quivering of its own accord as she was impaled by a rubber penis in one end and by a real one in the other. Dad and Emily froze together as he squirted jets of sperm into her willing mouth. It seemed like forever, Dad holding Emily's head in his hands as his penis jerked and squirted gooey sperm into her. I think she was still cumming when Dad finally slowed down and then slid his dripping wet penis out of her mouth.

My pussy twitched in sympathy as I looked at the aftershocks of Emily's orgasm. Her naked legs were still spread wide over the plastic penis, her hands holding tightly to the top of the Symbian, her lifeline to reality. I could clearly see her puffy pussy trembling with the pleasure. The machine ground away relentlessly inside of her and gooey white cum dripped down from her mouth. I'd never seen anything so sexy in all my life.

I just had to hold her as she finished cumming, and so I got up on my knees, leaned forward, and took her in my arms. Her glistening cheek was near my mouth, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to have my Daddy's sperm inside of me. There it was, pearly white, dripping from Emily's lips and calling to me in a voice that I couldn't resist. It didn't seem fair that she got to taste it and I didn't – we were supposed to be sharing, weren't we?

So I slurped Dad's warm sperm from her cheek. The taste, all masculine and salty, made me dizzy and I swayed as I held tightly onto Emily, her breasts pressed against mine. I swirled the goo around in my mouth, savoring the flavor and trying to etch the memory into my brain. As if a girl could ever forget her first taste of Daddy's cum. I had been craving this stuff for years – I just hadn't known it before. I felt completed, as if taking sperm inside me was what I had been born for. I wanted more. I wanted to swim in it, to drown in it. I wanted it in my pussy and on my tits and in my ass. I swallowed it slowly, and I had a mini-orgasm courtesy of my father's seed and the girl in my arms.

Emily still seemed to be in a daze. I suppose I was, too. Daddy put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I think you'd better turn her off, now."

Duh. I wondered why I hadn't thought of that. I guess my mind was just too fuzzy from all of the new erotic stuff that was happening to me. I gave Emily a wet kiss and steadied her with my hand as I knelt back down to the floor to do Dad's bidding. The sound of Emily and Dad trying to catch their breaths filled the sudden silence after I switched the machine off.

Emily drooped down, worn and wan and weak. I was afraid that she was going to actually lose consciousness. Dad stepped over to her, his wet penis drooping from his open zipper. He picked her up under her arms and gently lifted her off of the Symbian. A quiet sucking sound came from her worn pussy as it reluctantly let go of the pleasure-giving machine.

"Give me a hand," he said.

I took Emily's feet and we carried her over to the bed. Together Dad and I laid her on the pillows and made her comfortable. Emily closed her eyes and sank into the mattress. Her breathing became deeper and her color started to come back. She looked drowsy and sated and peaceful. We stood there together looking down at my semi-conscious girlfriend. Dad leaned down and brushed her hair away from her forehead, like he sometimes used to do to me when I was little. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and I thought he was the sweetest man in the world.

Dad turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Now it's your turn, daughter o' mine," he said. He pushed down hard and I sat on the bed by Emily's legs. Before I knew it Dad had grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off over my head. My breasts popped free, their erect nipples calling out, 'do me!' I was too shocked and stunned to even begin to object. I was as naked as I could be right in front of my own father, whose penis was hanging out of his pants and oozing white sperm. I should have screamed. Or run away. Instead I sat there waiting to see what was going to happen, a little girl waiting patiently for a lesson from her father. My mind was fixed on the tingling between my legs caused by the sight of Daddy's penis. It glistened with his and Emily's fluids, a drop of his sperm dangling from the little hole in the end. And I wanted it. I wanted it so badly.

I was like a deer in the headlights, transfixed by the fate that was coming my way. I think I went into some kind of shock. It was one thing to watch him with Emily, but it was another to think that he wanted to do it to me, his very own daughter. My brain froze. But my pesky slit had mind of its own, pulsing and oozing and calling for Daddy to penetrate it.

I guess Dad was waiting for me to say something. "Me, too? Oh, goody!" Or maybe "Are you sick?" But my mind so full of conflicting emotions that I just couldn't say anything. Not that I knew exactly what he was expecting from me. He must've taken my pause for an objection.

"Come on," he said sternly. "If you don't, I'll tell your mother how I caught you two using her toy. Now open up your mouth."

He wanted to do me like he had just done Emily. I couldn't believe it. I guess I was too surprised at the whole turn of events to consider the obvious comeback - what would Mom say if she knew that Dad was trying to get his daughter to give him a blowjob? Not that I realized it at the time, but his threat had no real hold over me. His demands to his daughter were a far worse offense than my using a vibrator, even if it was my mom's. All I had to do was open my mouth and object.

But I didn't. 

"Here," Dad said. He took my unresisting hand and put it on his penis. The sticky wetness that was all over him got on my fingers. My breathing became ragged as I looked at the slimy evidence of what he and Emily had done. I watched fascinated as his penis started to get bigger, regaining the stiffness that it had when it was in Emily's mouth.

It was so different from any part of my body. A girl just doesn't have anything at all like a penis. Nothing that hard or big. Nothing that pokes out so far and looks so damned sexy. A girl's sexual organ is hidden inside the folds of her pussy, not obvious and big and angry. The one thing that it had that matched part of my body was that it emanated need, just like the hole between my legs.

Something deep inside me made me want to give it what it wanted, and I began stroking it just like I had fondled the rubber Symbian penis earlier. The little slit on the end oozed a drop of that clear sperm. I smeared it around the top where the skin was stretched so thin that it looked like it might burst. I wondered what it would feel like to have part of me swollen so hard that it almost turned purple. I watched my hand fondling Dad's shaft, his bag of balls swaying underneath.

Every girl has a little voice in the back of her head. You know the one - it's implanted there by her parents when she's very young. You're supposed to listen to it in times of trouble, those times when you're about to do something that your parents wouldn't approve of. My little voice, usually pretty strong, had grown faint under the throbbing between my legs. It insisted that I shouldn't be holding Dad's penis, that I shouldn't want it inside me, that this was all wrong. It yelled at me from its distant place, "Stop! Don't!" But I pretended that I couldn't hear it, and I opened my mouth.

Dad held my head in his hands and pushed the end of his penis between my lips. He gave a little moan and a big shudder as he sank it into me. I was amazed at how big it was, how wide I had to open my mouth so that it could fit in me. It was slippery with sperm and Emily's spit, and I shuddered at how delicious the combined taste was.

He pulled it out of my mouth and then pushed it right back in. And again. It was the most amazing and erotic sensation in the world to feel that thing sliding in and out of my mouth. Its intent was clear – it wanted to be inside me, to spurt and shoot love and life deep into me. He pushed it a little farther into me each time. It started touching the back of my throat, blocking my breathing and making me gag. I coughed and slobbered all over it, and Dad either didn't notice or didn't care, because he kept right on thrusting it into my mouth. How had Emily managed? 

Dad said, "Just relax your throat, baby," and kept right on fucking my face. I choked and tried to do like he said, but it still wasn't working. That thing was filling my whole mouth more than it had ever been filled. I felt like throwing up. This wasn't what it was supposed to be like, was it?

Dad slipped it all the way out, and then he pushed it against my lips, trying to put it back in. But I closed my mouth and turned my head away so that I could catch my breath. While my mouth was empty I managed to swallow and grab a big gulp of air, and I felt better immediately. I had it figured it out. Air! Air was the key. I opened my mouth wide and let Daddy put his penis back in me.

I started to time my breathing with his thrusts, breathing through my nose only as he was pulling himself out. I relaxed my throat and all of a sudden everything was all OK. It was more than OK. I had it figured it out. You could ignore the tickle that made you want to gag if you made sure that you had air. I was getting fucked, even if it was my mouth. God, it was so sexy to have Daddy pushing himself into me, to taste his leaky penis, to slip and slide my tongue over the bottom of his shaft. I was in a heaven that had to be right next door to the one that Emily had just visited.

"That's it, baby," Dad moaned. I felt so proud! I was doing it well, and a girl always likes to do well for her father. I kept on doing it just the way I was, licking, slurping and even just a little sucking as Dad fucked my mouth. I couldn't believe how far he pushed it into me.

I let my hand drop between my legs so that I could cup my pussy in my hand – I needed to be touched there so badly! Dad let go of my head and began to unbutton his shirt, all the while slowly fucking my mouth. I took it as far into my throat as it would go, and my nose touched his belly. I was proud of my new skill – taking a man so deeply into my mouth without choking. His penis leaked slimy salty juice, and I had to add swallowing to my breathing, licking and sucking duties. This was a lot of work!

Dad took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. I felt him take my head in his hands as he slowly pulled himself out of my mouth. Immediately I missed his penis desperately. I swallowed hard as Dad stepped back and started to take off the rest of his clothes.

I watched him but all I could really think of was my empty mouth. I wanted it back. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I couldn't take my eyes off his sex. It was poking straight up, angry and red. The end was swollen taut, dark pink and dripping that clear kind of sperm. And I had done it! I had made him hard and needy. 

Dad threw his shirt on the floor and kicked off his shoes. I put my hand between my legs so that I could rub my wet pussy. It was sloshier that it had ever been and the sheet under me was soaked. When Dad stepped out of his pants I took my free hand and tweaked my erect nipple. I couldn't seem to keep my hands off myself as I looked at my sexy father. All of those trips to the gym had paid off for him – his tummy was flat and the muscles in his chest called for my kisses. He had a little trouble getting his shorts off over his shaft, and then he was naked. His long red penis dripping with sperm and spit was sexier than anything I had ever imagined. Looking at him like this made me way wetter than I had ever made myself. I blushed as I realized by the lusty look in his eye that Dad knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

Dad stepped back over to the bed and put his hands on my shoulders. He looked down at me and I looked up into his craggy face, unsure of what he wanted but willing to let him lead me. I thought maybe he was going to say something romantic and sweet, but instead he just gave me this animal look of need and pushed me so hard that I fell back onto the bed.

I was surprised when my head fell into Emily's lap. She had been watching from behind me as Dad fucked my mouth like he had hers. She held me gently and brushed the hair back from my head as we looked up at my dad. It was so exciting to be held in her comforting arms, naked and looking at Dad's penis.

Dad put his hands on my knees. I couldn't believe it but I shivered all over when he touched me. Who would have thought that my knees were such an erotic zone? I mean, he'd seen my knees all the time when I was wearing shorts or my bathing suit. But I never imagined that I could almost cum just from being touched there. Dad pushed my knees up towards my chest and suddenly I was in the same position that I had been in the bathtub yesterday afternoon. Only this time my dad was between my spread legs, his penis wet and hard and ready to pierce my virgin pussy.

I was kind of afraid. I was gasping for air. It was one thing to kiss Emily and watch her masturbate. It was another to taste Dad's sperm or suck on his penis. But now it looked as if I was going to give up my virginity, a milestone that in my imagination was always going to happen some far off day with a boy my own age in the back of a car somewhere. Or maybe at some college party. But not in my own bed, being held by my girlfriend and fucked by my father. 




Me & Emily & Daddy's Cum Ch. 03



Dad caressed my bare butt and moaned, as if he had just come. Somehow it was made me feel satisfied and feminine to think that just touching me like that gave him such pleasure. I shivered at his touch as he put the head of his swollen penis on my hole. Ohmigod. It almost was as if I could feel him leaking that clear sperm into me. My pussy twitched in anticipation of being pierced. I was so ready to cum. I wiggled my hips, trying to push it into me. I couldn't take my eyes off Dad's penis. It was so damned big – so much bigger than my fingers, so much bigger than the penis that my imagination conjured to help me along while I was masturbating. There was no way it was going to fit inside me. I just knew it. A combination of fear of that big penis and sexual need dazed my mind and caused my heart to beat rapidly under my breasts.

The thing that saved me was Emily. I was in her arms, and the fact that we were sharing my deflowering calmed my fears and made it all so much sexier. I could smell her wet pussy inches from my face, and I felt warm and secure and cared for in her embrace. Most girls don't have the luxury of having their best friend hold them when they're fucked for the first time. Losing your virginity is mostly a solitary undertaking. Except for the boy of course. But I had Emily with me and it made all the difference in the world.

We watched Dad's penis start to push into my swollen pussy lips. I could feel it aching to spurt that delicious sperm into me. I gasped. Oh God – I was going to cum.

My whole body convulsed as Dad's penis penetrated me for the first time. I came, and came, and came. God, it was no wonder that Emily had cum so hard – having a penis inside took me to a place that never existed in my imagination. It stretched me so wide that the pleasure had a bite of pain. Desire and hurt mixed together in my head, both of them pushing me towards someplace I had never been but simply had to get to. I wiggled and squirmed, trying to ease Dad's entry into my virgin pussy, trying to encourage him to push it hard into me. Suddenly it sank all the way in – I was penetrated so far that I swear I could feel it pushing up into my throat. I was delirious. Dad grabbed my knees and held them against my chest as he started to fuck me.

His strokes were deliberate and forceful. He slid in and out, and each time that he buried himself in me I was pushed deeper into Emily's sweet embrace. She stroked my forehead and whispered 'oooooh, baby' over and over in my ears. My senses were overrun with too many new feelings – Emily's scent and her soft whispers, my overfilled pussy, Daddy's hands holding my legs apart so that he had full access to my soppy opening. I had never felt so loved or so lost.

I watched Daddy through unfocussed eyes. He looked down at Emily and me while he fucked his little girl. A satisfied smile brushed his lips and it made me feel happy and wanted to know that he was enjoying fucking me so. This time I saw it coming. Dad closed his eyes and his mouth fell open as he started to pant for air. He drove even harder into me, pummeling me with his hard love. He was about to cum.

Dad slid it out of me. No! I thought. I wanted him to shoot it into me. I wanted to feel his slippery goo seeking its way into every crevice of my pussy. Isn't that what real sex was supposed to be? Looking back of course Dad was being smart. But it didn't feel that way at the time. At the time all I could think was that I wanted it back.

Dad laid his hard penis in the cleft between my spread pussy lips and kept right on moving back and forth just as he had been when he was inside me. Ohmigod. The sensation of his shaft rubbing directly on my clit was even more intense than the feeling of him inside me. In its slippery hot way it was better than my fingers had ever done. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the pleasure.

I gasped, I wiggled. I put my bare feet on Dad's ass and tried to pull his penis tighter into my slippery lips. My clit pulsed and pounded against him and my mind vanished. The only thing in the world that was left for me to want was his sperm. I wanted it to drool around me, to drown me. I wanted that hot sticky fluid more than anything I had ever wanted. I started to cum all over again.

Dad put his hands on my hips so that he could push himself even harder against my clit. He slid up and down, faster and faster. I was delirious. I panted and gasped through a huge quaking orgasm – only the second one that I'd ever had that hadn't been given to me by my own fingers. We were all squeaky and slippery, Daddy's hot shaft driving me through uncharted territory of need and desire. We could all hear the wet sounds from my pussy lips as my father fucked me. As my highest peak passed I managed to open my eyes. I had to look. I had to watch my Daddy cum. I managed to look between my legs at him sliding up and down the length of my spread lips. The end of it was shiny with our juices, playing hide and seek as Dad fucked the outside of my pussy.

This time when Daddy moaned I knew what it meant - he was about to splurt his white seed, and this time I was going to get to watch. He rubbed himself against me frantically for a few more strokes and then pushed his penis hard into my cleft and froze. I watched in amazement as a stream of white cum jetted out of his little slit. It flew through the air and landed with a plop on my breast, leaving a slimy wandering trail back down to my pussy. I couldn't believe it how hot his sperm was. Oh, god – I'd never seen anything so exciting. I trembled through the aftershocks of an orgasm which was made even more intense by Dad's sperm splashing all over my body. 

Dad pushed against my pussy lips again, and another jet of cum flew out of his swollen penis. This one didn't go so far, and neither did the next one. Dad pushed and strained against my pussy, trying somehow to hurl his seed as far as he could. It all splashed all over me – slimy dollops and trickles all of goo all over my breast and belly. I was in heaven. Emily moaned, and she put her finger in the little puddle on my breast and smeared it around my nipple.

Dad started to take deep breaths, trying to recover from plastering me with his sperm. He let go of my hips and stood up on shaky legs. Apparently Daddy had the same trouble standing after a good orgasm that I did. His penis was still thick and pink, but it had lost a lot of its length. I could see some of his sperm nestled in his curly pubic hair.

Emily slid down in the bed next to me so that she could relax and hold me. It felt so delicious to be in her arms after being fucked so thoroughly by Daddy. Somehow it was everything I wanted. I was a kitten with cream, a princess with a treasure, a girl with her lover. I was warm and sleepy and loved. I closed my eyes.

I could feel Emily's lips on my breast, her teeth gently teasing my erect nipple. She lapped up a dollop of Dad's sperm that had landed there and swallowed with a little moan of pleasure. I giggled to myself - sauce for the goose. I had licked Daddy's cum off of her, so it was only fair that she got to lick it off of me. I tangled my fingers in her hair as she moved up and down my body, her tongue leaving wet trails of its own as she licked and slurped all of the white goo from my breasts and belly. Under her gentle ministrations I practically fell asleep.

When she crawled back up next to me I managed to drag my eyes open. Dad had gotten all dressed and was standing next to the bed looking down at Emily and me. Other than a sexy look of love and longing in his eye you couldn't tell that he'd just been fucking his daughter and her friend. It was amazing. I guess that I'd always thought you could tell by looking if someone had just had sex, but I guess I was wrong.

"Well, I have to get back to work." He gave a short laugh. "Now I'm gonna be late. Not that it wasn't worth it, ladies." I liked that - ladies. I felt like I really was one now. Dad brushed my hair back from my forehead. "Next time we'll have to plan a little better, right?" 

Dad turned and walked away, stepping over the Symbian machine that had unwittingly led us all to this new place. I watched him walk out, leaving the door open behind him. I guess he didn't care if there was any hanky-panky going on any more.

Emily raised her head and called out after him, "Bye. And thank you, Mr. Long."

For some reason that made us both giggle. 

Emily looked me in the eyes, leaned forward and kissed me. Our lips mashed together, all promise and love. The lust that had overtaken us was gone, at least for now. I could still taste Daddy's salty cum warm on my girlfriend's lips.

Emily twined her bare legs in mine and nestled against me. It was so seductive to be wrapped up with Emily, both of us oozing sex from our tired slits. She rested her head on my shoulder, her lips grazing my breast. Emily began to draw lazy circles on my tummy with her finger, which had the curious effect of relaxing me and making me even drowsier. So I returned the favor, dragging my nails lightly across her back in random designs. Soon we were both in that languid land between asleep and awake.

"There's just one thing," Emily whispered, her breath hot and soft on my breast.

"Mmmm?"

"Next time, you have to use the machine." Before I could get my mind around that thought, Emily went on, her voice an exaggerated singsong. "And I get to fuck your Daddy."

I giggled softly to myself. Next time? I hadn't even begun to recover from this time. Still, my mind began imagining all of the different ways that Emily and Daddy and that darned machine and I could be together. As wonderful as it was to be fucked by Dad, I couldn't help remembering the lost look on Emily's face and the machine that had put it there. A little shiver of delight tickled the wet spot between my legs.

"Deal?" Emily whispered.

"Deal." 

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