6 comments/ 238512 views/ 32 favorites She's A Slut By: Bhob “Bob, can I talk to you?” This was my step-daughter, Katie, the night I found out for sure that she knew what was going on. She’d still come to visit on occasion, even though she didn’t have to anymore. She was sitting across from me on the couch, wearing sandals, white shorts that covered almost nothing and a pink t-shirt that was pulled way too tight across her chest. When she asked me this I wasn’t really expecting what came out, but I had always been her sounding board and I didn’t see any reason to not be this time. “Sure,” I said, “you know you can. What’s on your mind?” “Well, it’s about Mom, and you I guess. You’ve been together a long time.” She was talking slowly, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to really speak the words, so I listened patiently, waiting for her to find her own way to the point. “I remember that I started coming here when I was very young. I guess I was only two or three years old. You were very good to me and you did all the things my real dad wouldn’t. You’re still good to me, even now that I’m all grown up.” I thought she was leading up to a big ‘Thank you’, or maybe laying the groundwork to ask for some favor that she needed. Then she must have made up her mind to just spit it out. It floored me when she said, “She’s a slut. And you know it, don’t you?” Yes, I knew it. I had known it for a long time. I just hadn’t been sure that Katie knew it. She was talking about her mother, Kathy, of course. I had never talked bad about her mother to Katie, but I knew. I had met Kathy one spring day and fell for her the first time I looked into her sparkling blue eyes. Kathy was a beautiful, dark-haired woman of twenty-four when I met her. Everything about her drew me to her and I had to have her. I was thirty-two and had been married before. My first marriage was horrible and I had vowed never to marry again. It had been almost ten years since the end of that first marriage and I’d thought I had it beat. I was single, had a decent job, a nice home and went out frequently. I’m a fairly good-looking guy and I can be fun and interesting when I want to be, so I had more than my share of dating partners. Without even thinking hard I can recall there being six or seven women that I dated, and fucked, on a regular basis. It was a time in my life when there wasn’t any one special woman. Most of them dated other people too. We all knew and we were all fine with it. It wasn’t cheating because none of us had any claims on any of the others. I wasn’t looking for someone new and, since I was getting more than my share, I wasn’t really looking for sex. Still, I had to have her. It was like I was under a spell. When I met her she was with her boyfriend, but in less than a month I had taken her away from him. He took it really hard and for most of the summer he kept trying to get her to come back to him. He finally gave up though and left us alone. Now, I still had memories of my first marriage haunting me and I wouldn’t consider even talking about a second one. We lived together for three years before I finally softened up and we got married after all. During those three years she treated me like a king. She seemed so perfect. She kept the house spotlessly clean, but never complained if I made a mess with one of my many hobbies. She was a wonderful cook and always had supper on the table when I got home. She didn’t mind me having friends over, even if we stayed up all night playing cards or whatever. You name it, she could do it well, and with a smile on her face. The sex was great, too. So good, in fact, and plentiful, that I didn’t feel I had lost a thing when I broke the news to all my old girlfriends that I was no longer available. Any time, anywhere, day or night, I could start with her and she would just drop whatever she was doing and fuck me silly for as long as I wanted. Sometimes I would be laying on the couch, watching some show on TV and she would come into the living room, sit on the floor next to me, take out my cock and give me a mind-blowing blow job, just because she thought I could use one. She never refused me anything. If I said, “Babe, leave the dishes for a while and come in here. I want to fuck your ass”, she would do just that. She’d wipe her hands, pull her clothes off and happily present her ass to me, ready to be fucked. We did it every way a man and woman can do it, in every room of the house, out in the back yard, in the park, in the men’s room at restaurants. Unless we were going out or expecting company she would be dressed only in a satin nightie that stopped just below her bush. If I wanted to I could just step up to her, raise it a couple of inches and push my rod in, or walk up behind her and bend her over to fuck her from behind. She had lots of them and she looked damned good in them. Nothing I asked of her was beyond reason. One night I tied her hands and feet to the railings on our brass bed and had my way with her for hours. She loved it and it became a regular thing with us. One afternoon I ate her pussy and fucked her while she talked on the phone with her mother. I haven’t told you what she looked like. She still looks good today, twenty years later, but back then she was all that, and more. Go back those twenty years. At twenty-four, she’s five foot nine and weighs 130 pounds. Her hair is brown, but it’s so dark you’d easily mistake it for black, with a natural waviness to it. When it was short those waves became curls and I told her she reminded me of Betty Boop. She has what they call a widow’s peak, but usually you can’t see it because she most often wears her hair with bangs down to her eye brows. She’s got the clearest deep-blue eyes that I’ve ever seen. Her lips make you want to beg her for a kiss. Her tits stand up proudly and are topped with tanned circles a little bigger than a quarter. They’re 36-C and easily excitable. There’s a gentle curve in at her waist, then her hips flare out suddenly full and round. Her legs are long and fleshy, not flabby, but firm and well-muscled with just enough of a layer of fat to make them smooth and tasty-looking. Her ass is big enough to be a nice cushion when you’re fucking her from behind, but if there’s anything extra there I never found it. Her pussy is the kind that looks neat and all tucked in. To see her inner lips you have to pry it open and it’s covered in a thick curly bush of dense, dark fur. To look at her is to want her. I know. It happened to me and I saw how other men’s eyes followed her wherever we went. They could be sitting at dinner, talking to someone across the table and just forget to finish a sentence while they watched her ass as she crossed the room. I’ve even seen guys with their hands up some gal’s skirt freeze where they were and watch her pass by. Yeah, my Kathy was drop dead gorgeous by anyone’s standards, and she was all mine. Anyway, she was until I married her. I guess then she knew she had won and moved on to other challenges. I started getting lots of hang-up calls at all hours and finding little slips of paper with phone numbers and guys’ names on them. She had to work late two or three nights each week, but the extra hours didn’t show on her paychecks. We hadn’t been married three months the first time she stayed out all night. Those of you who’ve lived it know what I’m talking about. I knew. For some reason though, I didn’t want to admit that I knew, not even to myself. When she was home she still made life so good for me that I guess I just didn’t want to give it up. The one time that I did she tried to turn it around and make me out to be the villain. She said that I just wanted her to be my cook, my maid, my baby-sitter and my sex toy. She said that I didn’t really care about her, I just wanted a slave. She left me for most of a month and I was miserable while she was gone. I was still with her almost twenty years later when I heard Katie, her own daughter, call her a slut. Let me tell you about Katie. I met her shortly after I met Kathy. She was two years old and the cutest little girl I’d ever seen. She got her auburn hair from her grandmother and she was a big ball of excitement. Everything made her giggle and she couldn’t sit still for a minute. She was from Kathy’s first marriage and we picked her up every other weekend and the Wednesdays in between. She would talk non-stop all the way home, telling about the things she had done since she’d last seen us. We played games together and watched cartoons together, her leaning over the arm of my chair with her head resting on her hands while her little ass wiggled back and forth because she had so much energy to get rid of. We took her to the park to swing and to amusement parks to ride rides. As she grew up she took dancing lessons and tumbling, she was a cheerleader from middle school through graduation. She was a Girl Scout and a volunteer worker at her church’s many functions. If it’s out there for a girl to do, she did it, and she did it well. I watched her grow up from that little butterball that she was when I met her into the mouth-watering beauty who was talking to me that night. During those years we got to be buddies. When we had gone to the park, I was the one who pushed the swing. I rode the rides with her at the amusement parks. I was the one who went to her dance recitals and ball games and helped her sell her cookies and all the things that dad is supposed to do. I heard about all her crushes and boyfriends. I helped her with school work when she got stuck on something. She was the little girl I never had, but she never called me Dad. I was always just Bob, right from the start and all the way up to today. She was five when I married her mom and before she was six she was spending a lot of time with me on those weekend visits because her mom was ‘working late again’ or had to go ‘visit a friend’ or whatever. I guess Katie played a bigger part than I realized in why I never left her mom. Katie’s real dad paid for most of the activities she was involved in, but he often wasn’t the one who took her there and picked her up, or showed up for her special nights. Too often her mom had other things to do; things that little girls and husbands weren’t invited to. If I left her mom, where would that leave Katie and what would I do without my little girl? I don’t know that I ever really thought about it that way, but I know I looked forward to seeing her on those weekends and I missed her as much as I missed her mother during that month that we were apart. Now, Katie is all grown up. She’s not her mother made over, she’s her mother made better. She’s self-reliant, beautiful, keeps a job, has her own home and pays her bills. She has her mother’s eyes and her figure, but her auburn hair and rosy cheeks mark her as her own woman. She still doesn’t sit in one place for long, but now and then she’ll watch a movie with me. For some reason she still comes to visit, even though she knows that, as often as not, Mom won’t be here. Maybe I did something right. But, back to the question at hand. I said, “Yes, I know it. You’re right. She’s out with somebody right now and I don’t expect her home till late tomorrow, or maybe even the next day.” “Well, why do you put up with it? Why don’t you throw her out? It can’t be good for you to live this way.” Then she sat there with that look in her eye that says I can’t give her some flip answer. She wants something honest and true. For a minute I don’t say anything. I finally answer her with another question. I say, “Then what, Katie? What am I supposed to do with myself after that? I’m not the young stud that I was when I met her. I can’t just go out and find someone to take her place. It’s not that I have to have someone to cook and clean for me; I can do that and I have been for a while already. And I don’t need sex five times a day like I used to, goodness knows that I don’t get that anymore anyway, but I do need it. I don’t know, maybe it’s time. I’ll have to think about for a while.” There was an awkward silence for a few minutes and then Katie said to me in a voice just a little above a whisper, “Well, think about this. If you do, you’ll be better off. I hate the way she’s treated you, you don’t deserve it. She’s my Mom, but that doesn’t mean I can’t see her for what she is. You deserve someone who’ll be good to you.” Her voice picked up a little bit as she went on to say, “If you do, I’ll come by at least once a week to help you clean and I’ll do your laundry while I’m here. If you want I’ll even cook and make you up plates and put them in the freezer, so you can just stick them in the microwave when you want them. I’ll even take care of all the rest, but only if she’s not here.” I said, “What?” I thought I’d heard an offer and I couldn’t believe that she meant it the way I took it. “What do you mean, ‘all the rest’? ” When she answered, she wasn’t looking at me, her head was down and her voice went back to that almost whisper. “I mean what you think I mean. I want to take care of you, all of you. And I know what that means; I’m not a virgin. I’ve had boyfriends, lots of them. Sometimes I get aggravated because the guys just won’t leave me alone. I know I’m pretty because they’re always hitting on me. When I’m out with other girls I’ve noticed that I’m the one that the guys watch and I’m the one that they approach first. You know I’ve never had to buy my own drinks? Not one, there’s always someone who will offer to buy them for me. I’ve been able to pick and choose. The other girls have always been jealous of me. But none of my boyfriends ever measured up to the standards I set for them.” Then she raised her head and looked me in the eyes as she said, “You’re the standard. I’ve seen it almost all of my life. I’ve always thought you were handsome and sexy. I used to watch you cut the grass with your shirt off, sweat running down your back and your chest, and imagine what it would be like to rub my hands in it. I saw the way you’d look at Mom sometimes and the front of your jeans would swell up. I wished that it was me that made you that way, and I wished it was me that you were going to use it on. I saw the way you were devoted to Mom, even when she didn’t deserve it. I saw how you stayed here and took care of me when she was out with some guy. I used to hear the two of you when you thought I was asleep. When I was little I asked Mom about the sounds I heard and she said not to worry, it was just something grown-ups do to have fun. When I was a teenager I knew what I was hearing and sometimes I would stand with my ear pressed up against your bedroom door and listen for the thrill of it, with my hand in my underwear. When I grew up and had boyfriends of my own I wanted it to feel so good that I would make those sounds myself. But you know what? None of my boyfriends ever made me feel that way. None of them ever made me want to make those sounds or say the words that I heard coming out of your bedroom. And I want that. I want you to give that to me and in return I’ll give you anything and everything that you want from me.” I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I said the first stupid thing that came out of my mouth. “Katie, you don’t mean that. You don’t want an old man like me. I’m more than twice your age. There’s someone out there for you if you just keep your eyes open.” She sounded a little angry when she shot back at me, “Don’t say that. You’re not that old and I do mean it.” As she was saying this she came over to me and leaned down to hug me. She buried her face in my shoulder and said, “Am I not good enough for you? Am I not as pretty or as sexy as Mom? Why don’t you want me?” I hugged her back and let her ease down until she was sitting in my lap. I brushed her hair out of her face and said, “That’s not it, Katie. You’re more than pretty; you’re beautiful. And you’re sexy, too. Your mom’s got nothing on you, neither does anyone else.” While I was saying all this I was coming to the realization that it was all too true. I also realized that she was having an effect on me, sitting in my lap with her breasts pressing into my chest. If I bent my head down just a little I could have kissed them, and I wanted to. Her ass felt so good pressing down on my groin. I had one arm around her, holding her side, and my other hand was on her tight, flat belly. “Well, then, what is it? Why don’t you want me? I’ve wanted you so long.” As soon as she asked it, I knew that I did want her and I told her so. “Katie, I want you. I’m just not sure I should have you. I want to taste your lips and feel your bare skin under my fingertips. I want to do all the things you want me to do, and more.” She said, “Then taste,” and she bent down and kissed me and I was lost, “and feel,” and she pulled my hand up under her t-shirt. I felt like I had come alive again after being not alive for a long time. My head spun as I continued the movement she had initiated. I pushed my hand up higher and pushed her bra out of the way so I could cup her breast. I knew as soon as I had it in my hand that it was larger and firmer than her mother’s had ever been, and the nipple was standing out in excitement. I kissed her again and she squirmed in my lap, as though she was trying to find my hardness beneath her. She did find it and she started slowly rocking back and forth on it as it got harder still. She opened her legs and reached down between them to fondle me. She stroked my shaft through my pants and cupped my balls and moaned into my mouth. “, and do those things to me,” she said, as she parted her lips from mine. All of my arguments were forgotten. I knew that I was going to have her, had to have her. In all those years I had never cheated, but now I was going to, and with the one woman in all the world that I shouldn’t have had in the first place, my wife’s only daughter. When she started lifting her t-shirt I ran my hands up her sides and helped her get it off. I reached behind her and snapped her bra fastener with a quick flick of the fingers on one hand, while the other took a firm grip on her breast. She pulled her bra away and flung it on the floor with her T-shirt and I saw her globes for the first time. The last time I had seen her without a shirt she had been as flat-chested as a little boy. Now she was all woman and she put her hands under them and lifted them up, as if for my inspection. I feasted my eyes on these glorious mounds and then I feasted for real. She pressed one, then the other, into my eager mouth and I sucked and licked and kissed them like a fifteen year old boy. I couldn’t get enough. As I lapped at her milky white tits I remembered that it had been me that first noticed when it was time for her to start wearing a bra. I had seen her jumping rope on the front porch and noticed that there was a little bounce going on beneath her shirt. Her mother didn’t have time for that either, so a few weeks later I gave up waiting for her and took Katie to the store myself. I had to get a lady to take her into the fitting room and help her find out what size to get. Now I marveled at what that little bounce had turned into as I sucked happily on one hardened nipple, then the other. Katie had returned her hand to my lap and was again stroking me through my pants. I could feel my pulse beating in my hardened cock and then I felt cool air as she pulled the zipper down to get it out. She reached inside and rubbed my balls, then took a firm grip on my shaft. She stroked it a couple of times before she pulled it free of my pants into the open air, then she pressed it against her crotch and started rocking in my lap. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations. I felt a tugging and realized that Katie was trying to get my shirt off, so I helped her. She slid off of my lap to kneel between my legs and started working at my belt buckle. When she got it unfastened I stood up and let her slide them down my legs, then I stepped out of them. Her eyes were fixed on my red, throbbing cock with its one glistening eye pointed at her. She's A Slut Ch. 03 I've had this fantasy ever since I called it quits with Kathy. I thought it would always stay a fantasy, but it recently became real life. Before I tell you what it was, I have to tell you an important something that I only alluded to before. I have two sons from my first marriage, Bill and Steve. Remember, I said that Kathy accused me of wanting her for, among other things, my babysitter? Some of you might have caught on to it. It really wouldn't make much sense to be mad about that one if she were referring to Katie, her own daughter. No, she meant that in reference to Bill and Steve. They're grown now, but when I met Kathy they were just kids. They don't come around much these days. I understand, really I do. They're both busy making their own ways in the world and trying to take care of their own wives and children. They do come by now and then though, and it just so happened that they were both on hand when my fantasy came true. My fantasy is the same one that many ex-husbands and ex-wives have, particularly if they are the injured parties. Ever since she left I had hoped that life would not be so good for Kathy. In fact, I had hoped that it would be so bad that she would begin to miss the life she threw away. I wanted her to come knocking on my door one day and say, "Bob, I've been thinking about the way I treated you all that time. I was a fool and I was wrong. I had a good husband and I didn't treat him the way he deserved to be treated. Please forgive me and let me come home again." I wanted her to stand in front of me, with real tears running down her face while she said those words, or something very like them. Then I could laugh in her face, and tell her to get the Hell out of my house, because she had her chance and she blew it. That's all I wanted. I got better than that. Bill and Steve were here when it happened. We were having a drink together one Saturday evening, not long ago, when I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door, not knowing who it could be; after all, if it had been Katie she would have just come on in, but there stood Kathy. She was all dolled up, as if she was just stopping by on the way out to meet a date. Every hair was in place, her makeup was obviously fresh and she had a scent about her that I recognized as one of my favorites. Her dress was a brilliant blue and had a hemline that came to mid-thigh. The very low cut neckline proved that she wasn't wearing a bra. I had to give her credit; she was still a real knock-out, even if I did hate her to the core. For a minute I just looked at her, and then I said, a little harshly, "What do you want?" She said, "I'd like to talk to you, if it's okay. There are some things I need to say to you." I almost turned her away, but there was something in her eyes that made me reconsider. I could afford to be generous at this point. I was, after all, fucking the hell out of her daughter pretty regularly now. I said, "Come on in. I'll give you a few minutes." I led her back to the family room. It's strange to still call it that, when the family has all grown up and I live here alone now. It's a big room at one end of the house that I almost turned into a garage once. It has two big couches and three heavily padded chairs. The big TV and the stereo equipment is back there along with a pool table and a wet bar in one corner. When she entered the room and saw Bill and Steve standing there she stopped walking and started making excuses. "I can come back some other time; I didn't know anyone was here, or I wouldn't have bothered you," she said. Bill and Steve each had a cold stare for her when they saw her come in. I think it intimidated her more than just a little. For one thing, they had both reverted back to the family mold. I'm the runt in my family, at about five-feet nine. All of my brothers, four of them, and my dad are over six feet tall. Bill is six-feet two and Steve is just under that. I said, "Suit yourself, but I may not be as open the next time you show up here." That seemed to rattle her some and she stood where she was; half turned to go, but not going. Then she turned back to face me and said, "Alright, but I really wanted to talk privately with you. Can we go into the living room, or the kitchen?" "No," I replied, "we all know each other here. Anything you've got to say can be said in front of Bill and Steve, or else it's not worth my time." "Okay," she said, "can I at least have a drink?" She sat down on the couch that directly faced the TV. I had a pitcher of Margarita's made up, so I poured one for her, and sat in a chair that didn't quite face her after handing her the drink. I knew it wasn't her favorite, but she'd just have to make do. Bill and Steve looked away from us. I could tell that they didn't like this one bit. She took a couple of sips from her glass, and then she started. "I've been thinking about us a lot lately," she said. "There is no 'us' to think about," I interjected. "I know; and that's what I've been thinking about. I look at my life now and I can see that it's no good. I'm not happy. I can't sleep. I keep seeing you in my dreams and it hurts me to think how badly I treated you. Life must have been Hell for you back then." By the time she got this out I knew. I was ecstatic, and having a hard time trying to hide it. My fantasy was unfolding right before my eyes and I was finding it difficult not to laugh out loud and cut it short. "You were always good to me and you were good to Katie. I don't know why I couldn't see it while I was here, but I see it now," she said. "Well, that's in the past," I said. "What's done is done, and we try to move on. If you're trying to apologize, okay, you've done it. I'm sure there's someone waiting for you, so maybe you'd better just go." Kathy said, "That's only part of it. I am trying to apologize, but I'm also asking you to forgive me." Now it was coming, she just needed a little push. Let her think that her time is running out so she'll move on. I could hear my boys grumbling over at the bar. "I'm not sure I want to forgive you. Right now, I've got other things to do. Besides, Joe or Jim, or whoever you're fucking now is probably getting a little anxious, sitting out there in your car." "His name is Larry, the guy I've been staying with, and he doesn't know I'm here," she said. "If he did he would be really mad. He thinks I'm home, sick. His sister is getting married tonight, so he won't be home till late. I've been thinking about this for weeks now and I pretended to be sick all day yesterday, just so he wouldn't think it odd when I didn't go with him tonight. He couldn't very well stay home with me either; it's his sister. No, there's no one waiting for me, at least not yet." I said, "So, what do want from me? Forgiveness isn't something I'm prepared to offer you yet. You got plenty in the property settlement, more than you deserved. I didn't even try to drag you through the mud. I just wanted out. " "I know, but I want back in," she said. "I know I made a mistake and I'm sorry. I really loved you; I just went a little crazy. I can be good to you; you know I can." "No. I don't trust you and I don't think I ever will." "Please think about it," she said, and I saw her eyes misting up. "No." "I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you." "No." "Bob, he beats me. I'll do anything; just don't say no to me." "No." (Anything?) "He treats me like a whore in front of his friends. He won't work. Tell me what I have to do and I'll do it." "Well, you are a whore," I said, "Why should I care? What have you got that I would want now? Why should I open myself up to you?" (Anything. Hmmm, maybe this can be better than I imagined it would be.) "What if I told you to suck my dick, right here and now?" Of course, she looked a little shocked at this. "You don't mean that, do you? Right here and now? In front of Bill and Steve? I shouldn't have come. I knew you wouldn't want me back, but I had to try." She got up to leave. I said, "Okay, if that's the way you want it, go. Go on back to Larry," and I got up and walked over to the bar, turning my back on her. If she left I had the satisfaction of knowing that she had begged me to take her back. If she didn't, well... I heard the front door open and I heard it close. Bill and Steve were all over me, wanting to know why I had let her in to begin with and why I had even listened to her once I did let her in. We heard the car start up out at the street and I saw the headlights come on as she drove away. I poured myself another drink and the boys followed me to the pool table. They had changed their tactics and were now listing all of the reasons they didn't like Kathy; telling me things she had done to them that were unfair or unreasonable while they were kids. Bill was in the middle of saying just what he thought of her when he stopped talking and his mouth dropped open. I turned around and there she was, standing in the doorway to the family room. "That's what you want?" she asked. "You'll think about it if I give you a blow-job?" I looked her up and down and said, "I don't promise you anything, but I think better when I'm happy, and for some reason I get happy when my cock is in a woman's mouth." Steve said to Bill, "Maybe we'd better go," and to me, "Dad, don't do this; don't let her buy you like this." I said, "Don't go. That was the deal; a blow-job right here in front of both of you. Besides, she doesn't know what she's buying; I haven't promised her anything." Kathy made her way across the room as we said this, looking me in the eye all the way. When she stood in front of me she said, "Are you really going to make me do this?" I could see tears in her eyes. I wasn't impressed. I'd seen them there before, when she'd said it would never happen again, then a week later I'd still sat home alone while she fucked some guy she had met only hours before. I said, "You don't have to do anything." I unzipped my pants. "You can turn around and leave anytime you want." She looked hard at each of us and then sank to her knees, reached in and pulled out my cock. Bill set his drink down and said, "It's time to go." I said, "Don't go; we need you here. In fact, you can help; Kathy is over-dressed. I'm sure she would feel much better if she wasn't wearing all of this." Bill looked at me and saw that I was serious; then he looked at Steve. Steve eyed him back and said, "Well, if you won't, I will." (Steve is the younger of the two) "The bitch gave me plenty of reasons to want pay-backs," and he reached over and pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. By this time Kathy had begun to lick my dick and had it about half hard. Steve pushed the dress off her arms and down her torso, exposing her breasts. "Man, she's got some big'uns; look at these!" and he tweaked her nipples. Bill was just watching, and trying not to be obvious about it. Steve started hefting them and bouncing them in his hands. She does have some good tit, 36-C and, even though they sag a little now, they still look pretty good. I said, "Steve, a woman's nipples should stand up when she's kneeling down. Why don't you suck on them a little bit and see if they still work." Steve didn't even say anything; he just kneeled down beside her and popped one into his mouth. He was squeezing it hard. I could see the milky-white flesh bulging out between his fingers as he sucked her nipple. Kathy kept her eyes closed and had just about taken all I had to offer. I could feel her nose tickling my pubic hairs. I knew she could take it all; she had done it many times before. I said to Bill, "Bill, Steve seems to be occupied, could you help Kathy with her dress? It's all bunched up around her waist. She can't be comfortable like that." Bill said, "Dad, I don't think I want to get involved in this. It doesn't feel right to me." I said, "Well, what about all those things she did to you that you were just telling me about? And do you remember a couple of years ago, while I was still married to her, you needed a favor? You wanted the cell phone because Stacy was about due to have Jeremy. What did she say to you?" "She told me I could go fuck myself," he replied. I said, "That's right, and when Stacy called and told me that the next day I gave it to you, but do you know why she didn't want to give it up?" Aside to Kathy, "Suck harder, you whore; you know how I like it." "Yeah, I know why," said Bill. "While I had it, her boyfriend called, trying to reach her. You're right, Dad, she doesn't deserve any consideration at all." Bill moved around behind her and pushed her dress even lower. "Look at this. She isn't wearing any panties, just a garter and stockings! Get up on your knees, bitch, so I can get this off." Kathy lifted herself a little and Bill pushed her dress down until it pooled around her knees. I said to Steve, "Have you ever had a blow-job, Steve?" "Yes, I have, Dad." "But have you ever had one from her?" I asked. "I've only found one better, and that was recently." He said, "No," and I could see it in his eyes that the idea had some appeal to him. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and twisted her head towards him as I said, "Have some." He was standing with his cock out in no time and was pointing it towards her face. Kathy said, "You can't mean it, Bob." I said, "Yes, I do mean it, and you'd better do him good or all bets are off. I'm going around to see whether or not your pussy is still any good, so get up off your knees." She had a sad and angry look in her eyes as she rose and her dress settled around her ankles. I got behind her, pushed her down so she was bent forward at the waist, and looked her over. Her ass was still as firm as I remembered it, and that pretty pussy was staring me in the face. It still looked good and it still looked very familiar. If it hadn't had all that hair on it I would swear it was the same juicy pussy I had fucked only the night before. But that had been Katie, her daughter, and her better. I decided to take my pants off for this and, as I did so, I glanced upward to see her take Steve's cock in her mouth. This was the first time I had seen Steve like this since he had become a man. His cock was a little longer than mine. Not huge, but still impressive. This caused me to glance at Bill and there was a sizable bulge in his pants as well. I got an idea and said, "Why don't we move over to the couch?" I went over and sat down. Steve pulled his cock, reluctantly, from between her lips and guided her over, leaving her dress behind. Now she was clad only in shoes, stockings, and garter. She looked damned good, walking over with her pussy wagging from side to side beneath her dense covering of hair, and her stockings shining in the light while her tits swung with every step. My cock was pointing straight at the ceiling and she put her knees on either side of me, reached down to guide it into her, and sank on top of it till I was buried in her hole. I didn't know if it was in spite of, or because of the humiliation, but she was sopping wet. She slipped right down and looked me in the eyes. I said, "Bill, you haven't had anything yet. Shove a dick in this mouth of hers." He got up on the couch next to me, unzipped his pants and pushed it into her face. All of his reservations were gone. Steve was standing and watching as I began to pump into her puss and Bill did her mouth. I said to Steve, "Son, she's not all used up yet; take some of this," and I reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass open. Well, he took one look at it and moved up behind her. I could tell that he was trying to get into her ass when I heard her trying to protest past Bill's cock in her mouth. Oh, by the way, I have to say that Bill has the biggest cock out of the three of us. It's at least as fat as mine and it's even longer than Steve's. Quite a mouthful, but she was taking it well; she had over half of it in her mouth already and was making steady progress. While Steve pushed into her ass and Bill pumped her face I just sat and enjoyed what was going on. I could feel Steve's cock pressing against mine through the thin tissue between her ass and her pussy. He had a difficult time getting it all in, as he was doing her dry, but eventually he got there. When I felt him begin to pump in and out I started fucking too. His hands were on her hips and mine were on her waist. In the meantime, Bill had pushed his fingers up into her hair and was force-feeding her his cock. "Dad, you should feel this; she's got such a good ass. I've never felt anything like it," said Steve. "I have," I said. "You're right, she's good some good ass. What about you, Bill? Is she treating you right?" "Oh yeah, Dad, she's doing things with her tongue that are incredible," said Bill. "Oh, I know all about that. Don't I, Hon? You suck dick like a pro, don't ya? Keep it up, I'm thinking real hard," (here I began to push especially hard, up into her dripping pussy), "about your offer." I don't think the three of us ever got the timing right. She was buffeted this way and that, never able to get into an easy rhythm with us, but we were all three having a good time Bill was the first to cum. He totally lost it and started to really pound into her face. It's a wonder he didn't break her nose. His hands were pulling her hair back so that her eyelids were stretched sideways till they closed. Slap, slap, slap. "Oh, God, she does that so good!" Slap, slap. "Oh, yeah, drink it you bitch; suck it all down!" Slap, slap, slap. "Suck it harder, you filthy whore!" Here he pulled her face right up against his belly and held it there. I could feel her body jerk from lack of air and from the pounding she was getting from me and Steve. Don't worry about her; I knew from long experience that she could take this much and more. Besides, as much as I hated her I wasn't about to let her suffocate and have to pay the price for that. Bill pulled his cock out her mouth. When he did, cum and spittle ran out of her mouth and down over her bare chest and my shirt. Steve was just coming into his own. I didn't even have to move. His pounding thrusts into her ass were giving all the movement necessary to please my cock where it was buried in her cunt. I could even feel her pussy rhythmically squeezing my cock; she was getting off on it just as much as we were. I said, "I bet you didn't know you were going to get fucked this good when you came over here. How's it feel?" Kathy said, "Oh, God, don't stop; you know I love it. You always fucked me so good. I don't know why I didn't stay home and ride you every night. You never let me down. We could have all been fucking like this all this time. Oh, Steve, baby, give momma all that good cock. Fuck my ass, honey, fuck it hard. Fuck me good, like your daddy does." This must have been enough to push him over, because he pulled his dick out of her ass and scrambled up on to the couch. Twisting her head around, he shoved his cock right down her throat. I could see and hear her swallow five or six times in a row, then Steve slid his cock in and out a few more times before he pulled it out and sank to the couch. Knowing that her ass was now vacant, I reached down between us and grabbed my cock. I slipped it down a little and shoved it hard, up into Kathy's ass. My cock isn't as long as Steve's, but it has more girth, and I heard her exclaim, "Oh!" as I buried myself inside her. I said, "Tell me about it now. Will you still do anything? What's it worth to you? Are you really sorry?" "Oh, yes, Bob. Anything; whatever you want, just keep fucking me, don't stop." "So, you'll fuck me anytime I want you? You'll fuck me and Bill and Steve anytime I say so." "Oh, yes. God, yes. All day, every day if that's what you want." She's A Slut Ch. 04 To catch up anyone who hasn’t read the previous chapters: When I met Kathy we were both divorced with children from previous marriages; her daughter and my two sons. After living together for a while we got married and Kathy, almost immediately, started cheating on me. After many years I divorced her, partly because I wanted to and partly because I got a better offer; from her daughter. Katie, the daughter, didn’t move in with me, but she made sure that I had everything I needed and would frequently share my bed. In the last installment I got every divorcees’ fantasy. Kathy found that life on the outside wasn’t at all what she had hoped it would be and came to beg me to take her back. Instead of giving her an answer right away, my two sons and I gave her a good solid fucking and sent her away with cum dripping down her face. I told her that I’d think it over and that she could call me a week later. The next day I told Katie about it and asked her if she would like to get in on the action next time. -------------------------------------------- I wasn’t really sure what I was going to do with her at the time. I only knew that Kathy was not coming home. She had nothing to offer me that was anywhere near as good as what I was getting from Katie, and I didn’t want to lose that. I believed that, besides being a wonderful bed partner, Katie truly cared about me. I still believe that and I know that I care a lot about her. Besides that, Kathy had been a family issue before the end. Nobody liked her or what she had been doing while we were married. All of the women in the family took an immediate dislike to her, partly because she looked better than any of them, but mostly because they could see her for what she was long before I did. Even the men in the family didn’t care much for her but, at one time or another, I had caught all of my brothers trying to sneak a peek down her blouse or up her skirt. I knew that I had to include them in anything important, or face their criticism when they found out. I decided to head it off at the pass and I called them all. I invited them all over and I told them what had happened and asked whether they’d like to get some of her before I cut her loose. They all agreed that, even though they wouldn’t want to live with her, they’d each wanted to fuck her at some time or another and that they all still wanted to, if I could arrange it. I said that I’d let them know if it was going to happen. Bill and Steve were both back the next Saturday night, but I hadn’t heard from Kathy. I assumed that she had changed her mind or found someone else to take her in. Steve had had a boner when he walked in, so I know he was disappointed, but there was nothing I could do about it. I apologized and said that I’d keep them informed. Katie had been there Friday night, but Saturday morning she said that she wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with it. She left that afternoon and called me Sunday morning to see how things had gone. When I told her that it didn’t happen she said that she’d had a change of heart. She had decided that she’d like to be there, but she had thought it was too late and didn’t call. I told her that I didn’t know what had happened; maybe her mom had decided it wasn’t worth it or maybe she just couldn’t get away. I promised to let her know if I heard anything. It was about two weeks later that Kathy called me, on a Thursday. She said that she and Larry had had a fight and that he was gone. She wanted to know if she could come home. I told her that I hadn’t decided yet, but that she could come by the next evening if she wanted to work a little harder at convincing me. I know she had to understand what I meant. At first I didn’t hear anything from her end of the line. I finally asked, “Are you still there?” She spoke up then and said that she could do that, because he was usually gone two or three days whenever he got like this. She didn’t sound too happy. After she hung up I called Katie, my brothers, and my sons and told them that it was on for Friday night. We got together Friday afternoon and worked it all out. All the guys were surprised to see Katie at the meeting and we explained how things had been between us. A couple of them had guessed it, but this was the first confirmation anyone had about it. I let everyone know up front that Katie was not part of the entertainment, except that she is very entertaining to the eye, especially naked and in the heat of passion. No one was to touch her without her invitation. They all agreed to this, but I did see an appraising look in their eyes after that. I would be there with Ray, my youngest brother, when Kathy arrived and they would come in, one-by-one, at intervals after that. Somewhere in the discussion one of them asked about ropes or handcuffs, in case she changed her mind after things got started. I vetoed that idea. It’s one thing to gang-fuck her till she can’t stand up, but it’s quite another to make it look like a gang-rape. That did lead to another idea though; video. Several of us had video cameras and Lee even had a friend who worked at a studio, where all the tapes could be edited into one, with added music, sound effects and all the trimmings. I thought it was a great idea, and good insurance if Kathy did try to say later that she was forced into anything. Out of the eight of us we came up with five cameras. The plan was that we would have one open and obvious, so she could insist on turning it off if she wanted to, and the other four would be secreted about the room. Steve, Joe, Al and Lee all went home after the meeting and brought their cameras to my place. Ray and I set it all up. We had one under the pool table, one behind the bar amongst the bottles, one in the CD rack, one in the coat tree behind the door, and mine was on a tripod in plain view. It was the one that she knew about for sure and was the most obvious choice for the purpose. If we used any other for this she might wonder where mine was and start looking into all the cubbyholes. After everything was ready I turned on the TV, made up a pitcher of Margaritas and we sat sipping on them while we waited for Kathy. She arrived early, about 6:45, and this time she was in a skirt and blouse. The skirt was black, pleated, and stopped just above the knee; the blouse was red with buttons down the front. Red and black. I have a buddy who says that red and black are ‘Fuck Me’ colors when a woman wears them together like that. I don’t know if he’s right, but I know that the combination does something good to me when I see them on the right body, and Kathy definitely has the right body. I opened the door for her, exchanged greetings, and raised my hand to indicate that she should go into the family room; the scene of the crime, as it were. She walked ahead of me and I watched her hips bounce from side to side as she walked, her skirt swishing and swirling about her legs. I think I said it before, but it bears repeating; this woman has a fine ass, a wonder to behold, and I really enjoyed the view. Just like the last time, she stopped just inside the room and said, “I didn’t know Ray would be here. I half expected Steve and Bill, but not Ray. And how come there’s a camera over there?” I said, “Well, Steve and Bill might stop by later, but I don’t know where they are tonight. (This was only half a lie. I didn’t know exactly where they were at that moment, but I knew that they would be along soon.) Ray is here because I invited him. Do you mind?” “I’d rather that it was just you and me,” she said. “I know you would. Hence, the camera,” I replied. “I don’t really trust you yet. You can hardly blame me, right? You could say anything about what goes on here tonight and it would be just your word against mine. Ray is here primarily to make sure that nothing happens to the camera or the tape; so he stays or you can go.” “That’s it? He’s not here for anything else?” she asked. I said, “Well, maybe for a little something else. He should get something for his trouble, don’t you think?” Rolling her eyes, she said, “Okay, I get it. I guess you want me on my knees, right?” “We’ll get to that in a minute,” I said. “How about a strawberry daiquiri to get things started?” I didn’t wait for an answer; I knew it was her favorite. I went to the bar and started mixing as I said, “Go ahead and undo those buttons while I get this ready.” She sat down on the couch, started working at her collar button and said, “How have you been, Ray?” Ray was looking at her through the viewfinder on the camera as he replied, “I’ve been fine, thanks. Does your underwear match?” He then sat in a chair facing her, next to his margarita, and reached over to turn off the TV. Her only answer was to open another button, revealing a half-bra, black and lacy. By the time I had her daiquiri made she was pulling her blouse out of her skirt and she popped the last button while I walked it over to her. She eyed me over the rim of her glass and, as she set it down she said, “I guess you want the full package again?” “That’s right,” I replied. “So, after tonight I can come home?” “I didn’t say that.” “Then you’ve already made up your mind and I can’t come home.” “I didn’t say that either. I said I’d think about it, and I have. Tonight is for fun, and before you leave here you’ll have a yes-or-no answer. The only thing I’ll promise you right now is, if tonight isn’t fun, the answer is No.” Then I reached over and popped apart the front clasp on her bra and watched it fall away from her tits. She took a long drink from her glass, then another and handed it to me, saying, “Can you get me another one while I get undressed?” I said, “Sure, I’ll fix it right up, but you don’t have to get undressed yet. Just take off your panties for now and go show Ray what you’re made of.” I didn’t even watch, but as I made my way to bar I could hear the rustle of fabric. By the time I got there and turned around she was on her knees between Ray’s legs with her head in his lap. From the expression on his face I could tell that she was doing him right. I happen to know, from overhearing a conversation that I wasn’t supposed to hear, that Ray’s wife doesn’t give head; she thinks the whole idea is disgusting. I thought to myself that this might be the first blowjob Ray has had in several years, and maybe tonight will be the last one he has for some years to come. I walked the drink back across the room, watching her ass push back and her head bob up and down. When I got to her I lifted her skirt up onto her back and reached down with my free hand to rub her pussy. She gave a moan and spread her knees apart to give better access. For some reason I just couldn’t resist; I pressed that cold glass against her exposed pussy and said, “Here’s your drink, Honey.” She jumped at that and said, “Damn you, set it over there!” Then she went back to work on Ray’s cock and I sat down to watch. She has a good feel for this stuff. She sucked on the head while she jacked his shaft and rubbed his balls. Then she would lick all over his shaft and balls before taking him back into her mouth and sucking him all the way down her throat. A few long, slow up and down strokes with lots of suction and then back out to the head to start again. She must have come here tonight with her mind made up to give a good show because she was doing Ray pretty good and I could hear moans from both of them. None of us noticed that Steve had come in until he started getting undressed. I heard a jingle as he unfastened his belt and turned to see him standing behind the couch where I was seated. I don’t think Ray or Kathy even noticed then. Steve laid aside his clothes and padded around to where they were. Then he knelt behind Kathy, rubbed her pussy once with his fingers, and shoved his cock right into her. When he grabbed her hips and began to work it in and out, the sudden change in rhythm caused Ray to open his eyes to find out what had happened. Kathy just kept the hummer going and pushed back to meet Steve’s thrusts, probably thinking it was me back there. I’m pretty sure that the first real knowledge she had of who was fucking her was when Steve spoke to her. He leaned up across her back and whispered into her ear, “How ya doin’ Mom? Dad was right about this; you’ve got a good pussy here. I didn’t get any of this last time.” She tried to pull her head up, but by then Ray had his hands wrapped in her hair and wasn’t about to let her mouth get away from him. Steve continued with, “Clamp down on my cock, Mom, squeeze it with that hot, hairy cunt for me.” She must have done it because he said, “Ohhh yeah, keep doing that while I fuck you.” The three of them were just getting into a good rhythm when Lee showed up. He said, “Hey, what’s all this? How come our brother and your son are pulling a double on your ex while you sit there and watch?” Of course, he knew very well what was going on, but Kathy didn’t. She opened her eyes and looked at him, but she was by that time well into it and she just closed her eyes again and pushed down onto Ray’s cock. I said, “You can have some of her if you want; I think Ray’s just about done.” Even as I said it, Ray pulled Kathy’s head right down into his groin and held her there with her nose mashed into his short and curlys while he jerked in orgasm. “Yeah, it looks like there’s a spot opening up for you now, if you want to get undressed.” Lee started pulling off his clothes, but he said, “Maybe later for that. I’ve always wanted to fuck this bitch right up her perfect ass.” By the time Lee was standing naked Ray had pulled his dick out of Kathy’s throat and she was gasping for air with her hands braced against the arms of the chair and Steve was still pounding her from behind. Lee said, “Steve, could you trade places with Ray, so I can get in there?” Steve must have misunderstood, because he said, “No, I promised myself that I was going to fill this whore’s pussy with cum tonight and I’m damned well gonna do it.” Lee said, “That’s fine, just get up on the chair and let her sit on your lap. Then I can get behind her and ream her slut-ass. Bob, I’m gonna need some kind of lube, if you have any.” I said, “Sure, Katie keeps some baby oil here, if that’ll do,” and I went to the master bath to get it. When I got back Steve was in the chair with Kathy kneeling astride him and his cock up her cunt, Lee was standing behind her waiting for the baby oil, and Al was standing behind the chair, leaning forward with his cock in her mouth. He had come in while I was at the back of the house. Ray had picked up my camera and was busy getting all the good angles with it. They had discarded her clothes except for her black thigh-high stockings and her black patent leather heels. Lee took the baby oil and poured a liberal amount on his shaft, working it from one end to the other, and then he squirted some on Kathy’s ass crack and pushed some up her ass with his finger. Some of it ran down to Steve’s balls. He didn’t mind though, he was already pumping Kathy’s pussy and sucking on the one nipple that he could get to. Once Lee was satisfied he lined up on Kathy’s puckered little star and began to push. Now, I haven’t told you about Lee. My cock isn’t small by normal standards, but it doesn’t come close to Lee. If any of us brothers felt shortchanged in that department it was because of Lee. I’m not the kind to ask and he never told me, but he was easily over nine inches, maybe closer to ten. Kathy began to squeal before he even had the head in her. He took it slow and easy, but he wasn’t halfway when she spit out Al’s cock and laid her head on the back of the chair. Lee kept at it, giving a little squirt of baby oil now and then and was in over halfway when she started trying to pull away from him. Of course, there was nowhere for her to go. She had broken a sweat and was panting like a dog when Lee reached up and, grabbing her by the shoulders, drove it home. It was hard to believe that he could pack all that meat in there, but he did it. Then he stood there waiting for her to calm down. That took a while because Steve hadn’t stopped working at her pussy the whole time. I sat down again to watch as Lee began sliding in and out of her. Al had found her mouth again and every time Lee slammed into her ass she was shoved roughly forward to be impaled on Al’s cock. With all the moans and groans and grunts and the sound of Lee slapping against Kathy’s ass I didn’t hear the front door open. I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see Katie walking towards me, followed by Bill. Katie was wearing a skirt and it looked really good on her. I don’t often get to see her this way; she prefers jeans or shorts, depending on the weather. She came right over and sat on my lap and gave me a big hug. Then she said, “Mom’s in rare form tonight, isn’t she? How come you aren’t in there somewhere? I can feel you’re primed and ready.” She was right; I’d had a hardon for some time now, and she was sitting on it. I said, “Just waiting for you, Baby-girl. I’ll do her sometime tonight, but I wanted to save the first load for you.” “Well,” she said, “let’s not make you wait any longer. Get out of those clothes, Daddy, so I can take care of this hard rod you have for me.” She got up and stood watching the action while I got undressed. When I sat down again she sat on my lap, facing away from me, and took my cock in her hand. She said, “Oh, Daddy, your dick is so hot; you really are enjoying this aren’t you? Wow! Uncle Lee really has a package; I would never have guessed.” I was making noises of agreement at appropriate times, but I was too busy enjoying both the show in front of us and the hot, young thing sitting on my lap to engage in any real conversation. She went on with, “Mom’s gonna be sore tomorrow, I’ll bet. I sure wouldn’t want that horse-cock up my ass. Serves her right though, the filthy slut. Ummm, yeah, do that Daddy.” I had pushed my hands up under her top and was lightly pinching her nipples. All the while she had kept stroking my cock. Bill had moved around next to Al and was jacking his shaft while he watched and mauling Kathy’s tit, the one that Steve couldn’t get to, with his other hand. Lee was still reaming her ass, his hands on her hips and pulling her back in time to his thrusts. Katie pressed the shaft of my cock against her slit and started rocking against it. Just then Steve said, “Oh! Oh! Here it comes, you bitch! Ohhh!” With that he gave several determined thrusts upwards and I could see the cum dribbling out around his cock as he shot his load into her. But then he was just stuck there because Lee showed no signs of stopping his assault of her ass. Katie said, “Daddy this is so hot; I’m glad I came. Rub my pussy for me?” (I did. She had left her panties at home. It was soaking wet.) “Poor Steve, he can’t get out.” (She was right; he was sitting there with Kathy’s juices and his own dribbling out onto his deflating cock.) “Do you think Uncle Lee will let me hold his dick? I’ve never seen one that big before.” That picture made my cock jump in her hand. I said, “Get up, Katie; let’s go over to the action.” We got up and walked over to them. I told her, “Lee won’t mind a bit. Reach up under there and rub his balls for him while he fucks your mother.” She bent down and placed one hand on her mom’s back. With the other she reached up under Lee from the back and cupped his sack. He gave a moan and kept thrusting. I pulled Katie’s skirt up and pushed my cock into her well-lubricated pussy. Grabbing her hips I began to push in and out. I told her, “Now, reach further up and let his shaft slide in your hand.” She stretched a little and this put her face almost right up against the spot where Lee’s cock was sliding in and out of Kathy’s ass. Whatever she was doing to him must have been too much for Lee because he let out a long, loud moan and really started pounding into Kathy’s ass. Once again Kathy let go of Al’s cock and pressed her forehead onto the back of the chair. This time she grabbed the chair back and her knuckles turned white as she let out a series of painful sounding ‘Oh’s’. Her tits were hanging down and swinging wildly as her body rapidly shook from the ass fucking she had to endure. You could see ripples in the flesh near her ass every time he slammed into her. One last time his pelvis smacked her ass and he held her there. Katie said, “Oh my God! I can feel it; he’s pumping her ass full of cum and I can feel it throbbing in his dick!” Lee’s head was back and he was gritting his teeth as his lower body jerked in time to the pulsations of his cock. She's A Slut: Moving On I’ve had a few readers’ comments indicate that my stories are too long. I feel that everything I put into a story is necessary, but I’ll try to make this one shorter and see what response I get. By the way, Thanks for the feedback. Nearly everyone has been kind, even in their criticism. This one is for Debra, by request, with the hope the she (and you) will enjoy it. ====================== “Bob, wake up. I’ve made dinner for us.” This was, of course, my step-daughter, Katie, talking to me. I had fallen asleep in the recliner while watching TV and she had let herself in. She still calls me Bob unless we’re doing the wild thing, or about to, then it’s ‘Daddy’. I kind of like that; it lets me know what mood she’s in. I gave her a key to my house for just such an occasion and she uses it from time to time. Finding me sleeping, she had let me rest while she did something nice for me. That’s not unusual for her; she’s a nice girl, even when she’s being bad with me. Two weeks ago she used that key to let herself in at about three in the morning. She came in, got undressed and slipped into bed with me, just because she wanted to. I’m a heavy sleeper, so I didn’t even notice. I woke up, a few hours later, a little confused to find her there because I didn’t remember lying down with her the night before. If I had, I would’ve remembered, believe me, because Katie can be a little hellcat when she’s in ‘Daddy’ mode. Some part of me must have known though, because when I woke up we were spooned. She lay on her side with her back pressed against my front and her head resting on my arm. The hand of that arm was holding her firm, full breast and my other arm was around her waist. Her knees were drawn up, with mine molded to them and my cock was hard, nestled into the valley formed by her legs lying one on top of the other. Not a bad position to find yourself in, early in the morning. I saw a spot on the side of her neck that was exposed, her auburn hair having fallen away, so I kissed it and she stirred. I kissed again and heard her hum, “Umm, that feels good, Daddy, don’t stop.” I kept kissing and she reached up to pull her hair away from her neck so I could get to all of it. For a while she just laid there, purring her enjoyment, and then she raised one knee and let my cock rise up to rest against her smooth, hairless sex. She reached down and stroked it with just her fingertips and said, “I see Daddy’s little man is awake already. He must have missed me.” Then she closed her legs and held me there while she softly rubbed just the head where it poked through. She’d told me once before that she liked doing this. She’d said, “It feels strange, almost like I have a fat little cock of my own to play with. I can understand why men like to jerk off. If I had one for real I’d never get anything done because I’d be too busy with this.” We played and talked and kissed for a long time. She told me that she had been out with her girl friends the night before. It got late and some of the girls had left the bar with the guys that they had allowed to pick them up. She hadn’t wanted to go home, so she came here to crawl into bed with me. I was glad she did. But now I wanted to be glad for something else. The heat was beginning to rise in that moist, fleshy snare between her legs and I began to move against her. She took the not-so-subtle hint and opened them for me, but held my cock in place against her with her hand, so it could slide against her groove. As her juices began to flow they coated my shaft and soon it was slick enough that she formed her hand around the end of it and let the head slide through the tunnel that she’d formed. After a couple of minutes I pulled back till I could feel my cock head resting at the entrance to her little cunny and she pressed it in so I could shove it inside. When I did, she gave a long, throaty “ohhhh”, and said, “Yes, Daddy, fuck your little girl. My pussy has been so lonely for you. Sometimes I think about you and I get so wet and hot down there, especially if I know I’m going to see you later. Umm, keep doing that with your finger, too; it makes my good spot tingle.” (By this, she was referring to her clit. She calls it her Good Spot. I was lightly and repeatedly pressing the top of her mound with one finger.) Because of our position I was only penetrating her with about half of my cock and I was going slowly in and out. Sometimes, that’s enough. It doesn’t always have to be fast and furious. But when it’s slow and leisurely like this it gives you time to think, and my thoughts turned to that wonderful ass that was pressing back against me. I said, “Katie, do you want to try something else?” She said, “What else? What does Daddy want to do?” “I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours. Have you ever done that?” Katie said, “No, but if you want it, it’s yours. I knew you’d want to some time; Mom said you would. I’ve been waiting for you to do it, and I wondered why it hadn’t happened yet. Go ahead, Daddy; fuck my ass.” Well, now that I had her willing cooperation, I saw that it wasn’t just that simple. I couldn’t just pull my cock out of her and shove it into her virgin ass. I didn’t want to hurt her, I wanted her to enjoy it, so we could do it again. I had to reach across her to the drawer of the nightstand, where I kept some K-Y. This, of course, spoiled the position that had brought this to mind in the first place, so I had Katie lay on her back and I laid the tube near us on the bed. Then I turned my attention to her; there was no rush. I lay on top of her and kissed her, running my hands over her pale, soft skin and I felt her doing the same to me. I kissed and licked and nibbled at her as I moved down her body, paying special attention to all the places I had found that she especially liked. I went all the way down, even to that spot on the inside of her foot, just near her ankle, that she likes me to suck on, then I worked my way back up until I was lapping at her cunt. She tasted so good that I almost stayed there, to take her all the way, but I decided to go on with the plan and I pushed her legs up. As her legs came up to rest against her breasts, her ass rolled up to greet me. I saw the little pink star and licked at it, which made her squirm. She seemed to like it so I kept it up and finally pressed hard with the tip of my tongue and felt it dip inside. After a while she seemed comfortable with what was going on, so I reached for the K-Y, and taking a dollop on my finger, I gently pressed the finger inside. When I had worked up to where I was pressing three fingers into her, having asked her now and then if she was OK, I figured it was time. I said, “Katie, since it’s your first time, I think you should be in control. I’m going to lie down and let you get on top. That way, you can control how fast it goes in and what goes on from there.” So that’s what we did. While I lay on my back, holding my hard cock steady, she squatted above me and pressed her ass down onto it. At first, it wouldn’t go in, in spite of the time we’d spent getting her ready, and the generous amount of K-Y that we had used, but finally I felt the head pop inside of her and she froze. “Oh!” she exclaimed, and sat there. “It feels so big. It hurts a little. Can I stop for a minute?” I assured her that she could and told her that we don’t have to do this at all if she didn’t want to. She said, “No, I want to, I just have to get used to it first.” After only a few seconds she sat further down until she had reached the fattest part of my shaft, where she rested again. I was about to renew my offer that we stop when she lifted up a little and pushed down, hard, and slid all the way down. She stopped again, sitting astride my hips with my rod buried inside her and I could feel her ass squeezing at the base of it. She had this pitiful expression on her face, but when she saw that I was looking at her with concern she forced it into a weak little smile and said, “I did it, Daddy; I got it all in.” I asked her if she was OK and she said, “No, not really, but I want to do this. Give me a minute and I’ll show you I can. It already doesn’t feel as bad as I thought it would.” I told her she could have all the time she needed. When she was ready, she started moving up and down on my cock, slowly at first, and only a little at a time. As she did I saw her expression change to one of determined concentration. Her hands were on my ribcage as she rode up and down, slowly increasing her speed and the length of her strokes. By the time she had worked herself into a smooth, steady rhythm she looked to be at ease with it. She looked down at me and said, “See, Daddy? I knew I could do it. Does it feel good? Do you like having your big cock in my tight little ass?” I said, “Yes, Katie. I knew you could do it, too. It does feel good. I like your ass, it’s so tight, especially when you squeeze me, like you’re doing now. Does it feel good to you, Baby?” “Yes,” she said, “I didn’t think it would, but it does. Only, my legs are getting tired. Can we turn over and you get on top?” I said we could and she wouldn’t let me take my cock out of her, so we carefully rolled over with her still impaled on my staff, until she was on her back with her knees pulled up on her chest and her feet pointed at the ceiling. I tried to match the pace she had set as I began to work my cock in and out of her. “Ummm, yes, Daddy. Fuck my little ass with your big, fat cock. Does it feel better than my pussy?” “No, Baby, not better, just different,” I replied. “I still want your pussy, too. I want to fuck it and I want to eat it, just like before. You’ve got the prettiest and sweetest pussy there is and I’m always gonna want it.” “I’m glad,” she said. “This is good, but I don’t like it as much as when you fuck me the other way. You can fuck me harder if you want to now; I think I’m used to it.” “OK,” I said, “but tell me if you need me to slow down or stop.” She nodded and lifted her head up to try to see my cock sliding in and out. With that I began to pick up the pace and was soon thrusting into her backside pretty hard and fast. I was holding myself up with my hands on either side of Katie’s head and bottoming out on every stroke. Katie reached down with one hand and started rubbing her pussy, pressing her fingers against it just at the top of her cleft and moving them in little circles. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. Her mouth dropped open. She reached with her other hand and grabbed my wrist, holding tightly while I fucked her. I could see her hardened nipples peeking out from between her legs. They didn’t move much, since her legs were pushed up against them, but there was a little jiggle. I must have found the rhythm she wanted because she said, “Yes, Daddy, just like that. You fuck me so good. Ohh, I love it when you fuck me; anywhere you want to fuck me. I can feel your balls every time you push it in. I can feel your shaft sliding deep inside me and it makes me feel so full. You can have my ass anytime you want it. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me harder.” You can well imagine the effect her words had on me. I started pounding into her upturned ass and my breath was coming in gasps. I saw her push a finger into her pussy and work it in and out, and I felt her grip on my wrist increase its pressure. Her juices were freely flowing and pooled around my pistonning member, helping to ease the penetration as I slammed into her, making wet, squishy sounds amid the slap, slap, slap of our fucking. Then I was shooting inside her, adding my own fluids to the mix, and this must have eased her somewhat because she started bucking against me as much as her position would allow and her fingers, three now, were working furiously at her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, make me cum! Oh, God, it feels so good!” And I was answering with cries of my own as my balls emptied themselves deep within her. They say that timing is everything, and in this case it’s true. While I was finished I knew that she wasn’t quite there yet, so I pulled my deflating cock from her bottom and scooted down between her legs. I pulled her fingers out and replaced them with my tongue, lapping at her sopping cunt and nudging her clit with my nose. Her legs came down on either side of me and she used them to push her pussy up into my face. Her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me down. When I pushed a finger into her juicy cleft and worked it swiftly in and out her words turned to gibberish as she hunched against me over and over, and she flooded my mouth with her sweetness. I knew she was done when my every movement would cause her to jerk, as if in pain, so I withdrew and moved up on the bed to lay beside her. I put my arm under her head as she turned on her side, facing away from me. I wrapped my other arm around her waist. She pulled her knees up and I matched mine to hers. I kissed her neck and we fell asleep just the way we had awakened a little while earlier and we slept till noon.