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Breast Obsessed Ch. 01

By: breastman80



The rain drummed against Josie Macallister's car as she drove along the highway. The steady sound had settled into a background of white noise, only broken by the rhythmic thwip thwip of the windshield wipers. Severe rain at this time of year in California was less common, and the sudden arrival of this storm had almost made Josie postpone her trip for a few days. She had a very low opinion of other drivers in general, and didn't think a rain-soaked trip from UCLA to her hometown in Auburn would improve the quality of skills her peers would be putting on display. But then again, postponing the trip would only be putting it off for a few more days, days she didn't want to chance not having at home. Every day might count, for what she had planned.

Spring Break had arrived yet again. And Josie had a different idea in mind for this year, one that didn't involve beaches, parties, boozing or boardwalks. Josie was headed home, with a very specific goal in mind.

Josie Macallister was going to seduce her father.

To Josie, it was the culmination of almost four years of an itch she couldn't properly scratch. Time which she had shamelessly lusted after her father, but only in her own head.



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She took a deep breath and blew it out, then removed her keys from the ignition. Suddenly she stopped and grinned. Reaching down, she popped open the top two buttons on her white blouse, allowing her deep cleavage to emerge. Josie looked down, delighted. Her father was taller than her by at least 5 inches, so he would be looking right down into her cleavage whenever she stood close to him. She wanted him to stare at her big rack. Opening the door, she slid out of the car, immediately feeling the rain start to soak her clothes. She stood still for a moment, wanting her white blouse to fully absorb the water and turn deliciously translucent. Then she started for the front door. 

Get ready, daddy. She thought, here comes your baby girl.





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"You wanted me?" 

A nod.

"You know what else I've wanted?" She coos up at him. "It's sooooooo bad."

"What?" 

"This."

Josie Macallister leaned forward, aiming her father's engorged cockhead at her widening mouth. She sealed her lips around the crown and formed a slight suction, then pressed her tongue firmly against the underside, and let out a long low mmmmmmmmmmm. Then she pushed it towards and into the back of her mouth, back, back, knowing what she had in store for her father. She had practiced for this, knowing how large he was.

Here it goes, Daddy. It's MINE now.





Breast Obsessed Ch. 02



*Author's Note* Thank you to all who enjoyed the first chapter in the story of Josie Macallister and her father Tanner. I appreciate all the input, good or bad, as it means that people care enough to comment. Please enjoy without further ado........

Breast Obsessed Chapter Two

Later that evening......

A beacon of light appears suddenly in the dark, dimly illuminating Josie Macallister's bedroom, as well as its sole occupant.

Josie raises her cellphone closer to her face and begins to scroll through numbers, looking for one in particular. Her hair is damp from her second shower, and a small towel is tied above the swell of her jutting breasts. Her face is the picture of serenity; smooth, calm, centered. And not too surprisingly at that, considering what she has spent most of the afternoon doing.

The faintest whisper of a smile touches her lips as she remembers. Her red bikini, feigning sleep, a rigid shaft plunging into her mouth and between her tits, hot semen cooling on her skin. She closes her eyes, drifting on the memory........

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After their first sexual encounter Josie's father had retrieved a warm damp cloth from the bathroom and had tenderly cleaned her face and neck, at least what was left from her scooping his copious leavings up with her fingers and licking them clean, savoring his manly aroma as she sucked her fingertips.

Then they had gone into the shower together, sighing contentedly as the steaming water sluiced oil and other fluids from both of their bodies. They had laughed playfully as they soaped one another, sudsy hands massaging each other everywhere. Josie had bitten her lip as her father's hands soaped her breasts, as he gently brushed her erect nipples and then gathered their substantial mass in his palms, squeezing gently. She allowed her own hands to run across tight abdominal muscles, sliding easily around to cup a double handful of her father's taut butt. She drew him in closer, feeling a familiar hardness creeping up her tummy.

Her father's renewed erection wormed its way up between them, and Josie reached out to gather it into her hands. She stroked gently as her father groaned into her neck, where he was peppering her flesh with feather-light kisses that spread goosebumps up and down her body.

Josie trailed her thumbs over the head of her father's rod, leaning up into his ear.

"Well lookie here Daddy." She murmurs, "I think you're about ready for round two, what do you think?"

"Mmmhmm." Tanner breathes, his lips sucking gently on his daughter's neck.

Josie slips out of his embrace and quickly leaves the shower. Without even grabbing a towel, she darts out of the room, skin still glistening wet.

"Come and get me." She calls, running for the stairs.

Tanner pursues her, but by the time he is out of the shower and fully on the hunt, Josie has vanished into the cavernous recesses of the house. Tanner creeps downstairs after her, his senses primed. His recently resurrected hard-on stretches out before him like a beacon. He listens carefully, and hears a slight scratching sound. It seemed to be coming from the direction of the living room.

Tanner pads slowly across the foyer and into the living room. The shadows outside are beginning to lengthen, heralding the arrival of night. He flicks on the light and makes a slow circuit of the room, searching behind various pieces of furniture for nubile young flesh.

Suddenly the scratching is repeated, from behind him. Tanner pivots, and his eyes fall on the linen closet. He slowly walks over, pauses with his hand on the knob, then twists and yanks it wide in one smooth motion.

Josie Macallister uncoils from the closet like a striking cobra. She leaps forward into her father's arms, her arms reaching up to encircle his neck as her legs do the same to his hips. Tanner is caught off guard by her sudden assault, the force of her impact bowling him over. He totters backwards and trips over a footstool, landing on his back on the couch with a whoosh of escaping air, as Josie lands on top of him. Wet strands of hair play across his face as her laughter echoes in his ears.

"You found me." Josie said, her eyes staring deep into her father's as a sexy smile touches the corners of her mouth. "Now what are you going to do with me?"

Tanner reaches down and grabs a handful of his daughter's ass. He squeezes tightly, and raises her bottom up while covertly making a mild adjustment to his engorged erection laying across his abdomen with his other hand. He lowers her back down, the fat head of his cock nudges along her labial folds, seeking entry. He shifts slightly as a sigh escapes his daughter's lips. He pushes up, feeling the head slide past the initial resistance and align with the tight moist opening leading into paradise. He braces himself for the final plunge.

"Ah ah ah." Josie admonishes, smoothly shifting her hips. Tanner groans with frustration as his drooling cockhead misses its mark and pops away from her pussy. Quick as a cat, she plops down on it, pinning it flat against his stomach with her pussy, her labia enfolding the shaft along the sides like the grip of a hand.

"What a bad daddy you are." She murmurs down at him, rocking her hips slightly and dragging her quickly moistening pussy up and down the length of his shaft. "You can't go in there, but you can have this."

And she begins to vigorously dry hump herself along the length of his rod. She leans forward slightly, bringing her clit in direct contact with his straining shaft. She pushes him back with her hands on his chest, and grinds, grinds, grinds along his length.

"Oooh daddy." She moans, tossing her hair and reaching up to tweak a nipple with one hand. "Your big cock is hitting me just right."

"Ohh god, me too pumpkin." He pants back at her. "Harder, baby."

Josie clenches her teeth and picks up the pace. Her pussy is oozing a steady flow of juices now, lubricating her father's cock and making her lips all slippery. Her clit tingles as the first twinges of approaching orgasm begin to build. She frantically saws her trembling sex over her father's massive cock.

"Aaaaahhgawd daddy your big cock is gonna make me cum!" She whimpers, feeling the tide building and stretching towards the breaking point.

"Oh yeah pumpkin." He says, reaching up to mold and knead her wildly bouncing titties with his hands. "Make that naughty pussy cum all over daddy's big cock. Oh fuck, I'm gonna come too!"

Josie mashes her trembling clit as hard as she can into her father's shaft and wildly rubs herself up and down his length. She begins making rapid huhn huhn huhn panting noises in time with her clit dragging along her father's engorged penis. She vaguely notices her father moaning under her as her orgasm washes over her like a flood.

A high keening wail erupts from Josie's mouth as she throws her head back and her quivering vagina suddenly spurts her own ejaculate. The warm fluid splashes all over her father's trembling cock, and the sudden rush of warmth on his cock and balls sends Tanner careening over the brink into his own orgasm.

Tanner's cockhead disgorges a hot pearly blast of semen that paints a straight line up his abdomen and onto his chest. He reaches up and grabs Josie, rolling her trembling body over as he quickly rolls with her, his spurting cock arcing a second creamy streamer across the inside of her quaking thigh.

Josie has lowered her hand to her clit and rubs herself through the first orgasm and immediately into another. Her pussy clenches tightly, squeezing out another gush of fluid that trickles down across her puckered butthole and soaks into the couch cushion. She feels her father's fat cock thud down onto the back of her rapidly gyrating hand, and suddenly an alabaster rope of creamy jism arcs into her line of sight, painting a hot stripe up her tummy and over the inner slope of her right breast.

Tanner aims his spurting cock at the deep valley between his baby girl's heaving bosoms and begins to unload his balls across her tummy and tits. Heavy hershey-kiss blobs launch themselves from his bulbous purple cockhead, trailing thick tendrils of hot creamy cum that slop messily across her heaving tits. One particularly strong spurt jets higher still, the thick glob giving his baby girl a creamy kiss on the lips as the arcing stream falls into the hollow of her neck. Her pink tongue flicks out, sampling his latest offering. She quickly smears her fingers through the slippery puddle of cum on her tummy and applies the fresh lubrication to her clit, the silky texture of her father's cream providing the last bit of oomph to bring her back to the brink.

"Mmmm yummy omigod hereitcomesagainomigodOMIGOD-"

Josie's hips flex upwards completely off the couch as her third and final climax slams into her like a tornado striking a house made of matchsticks. Her chest hitches under the last few thick spurts of steaming broth her father decorates her chest with, and a guttural moan-scream is ripped from her mouth. Her head tosses as she claws at the couch cushions for purchase with her free hand. Her eyes roll back as the tide passes, her gently quivering body going limp. Pearly white blobs of cum begin to trickle slowly down the sides of her heaving boobs and pool in her expansive cleavage.

Tanner watches his daughter cum through his own climax, enthralled by the spectacle of animalistic lust she presents. He squeezes the final dribble of semen from his spent cock and lowers himself next to his daughter, not even caring that his copious spillage smears across his own torso and arms as he gathers her to him. They lay pressed together for some time, hearts hammering matching beats back and forth as they bask in their afterglow.

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Josie Macallister smiles dreamily, coming out of her reverie and feeling her sex getting squishy and moist again. She shakes her head and resists. She gets the idea that her pussy is going to need all the rest it can get in the days ahead.

Finding the number at last, Josie hits the auto dial and raises the phone to her ear. Two rings and suddenly the other side picks up.

"Don't keep me in suspense. Spill it." Veronica Summers says, her voice tinged with barely contained excitement.

Josie sighs languidly, laying back into the soft embrace of her pillows.

"I got him, Ronnie." She says, "I finally got him."

A squeal from the other end.

"Atta girl, pussycat!" Veronica cheers. "How was it? Tell me everything! Was his cock as big and hard as you remember? Ooohh did he fuck your mouth? Did you deep throat it? Oh my god, did you swallow his cum!?""

"Yes." Josie replies, the fingers of her free hand casually trailing along the swell of her bosom.

"His cock was beautiful. Simply gorgeous. Nine inches at least. And I fuckin' took it all. He went balls deep on my first try. And his cum is delicious. Sooooo yummy."

A soft sigh from the other end of the line.

"Good job, pussycat." Josie smiles at Ronnie's pet name for her. When they met and introduced themselves Ronnie had broken into an impromptu rendition of the Josie and the Pussycats theme song. The name stuck after that.

"So now what?" Ronnie asks, her breath quickening slightly. A soft whisper-like moan escapes her lips. Josie knows all too well what she is doing.

Josie grins in the dim light.

"How soon can you be here?" She asks. "I think there's a lot more fun to be had."

"Mmmm fuck. Tomorrow. I'll leave fir-huuuurst ahhn thing tomorrow morning. Uuhhn."

Josie's smile grows wider, spreading from ear to ear.

"Perfect." She says.

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The next morning is Monday. After showering and dressing Tanner goes to the kitchen to make his morning coffee. He has a lot of work on a new Sacramento office complex to get started on, but he always takes a few moments to read some morning headlines and sip his joe. He walks into the living room and settles into the couch, placing his steaming mug on a coaster on the wooden end-table next to him. Raising the paper, he begins delving into a sports article. As he reads, Tanner hears the telltale whisper of movement from the hall, a slight sound of fabric brushing against the carpet. The sound gets closer, coalescing into clear but faint footfalls. They enter and cross to where he sits. Suddenly, four delicate fingers with bright red polish slowly hook over the top rim of his paper, and gently begin to lower it. Tanner smiles ruefully as his daughter begins to come into view, then his pulse quickens and his cock gives a single twitch.

Josie Macallister grins at her father as she lowers the paper out of the way. She is dressed in a skintight white T-shirt, the straining material hugging her curves like it has been painted on. She is not wearing a bra, and through the thin cotton material Tanner would have been able to see the darker spots of her nipples already; but his view was helped by the fact that they bulged out like tiny snowcapped peaks on the rolling expanse of her tits. A pair of pink panties and socks complete her outfit, but what starts his heart hammering is what she holds in her right hand.

A bottle of baby oil.

"Good morning, Daddy." She purrs, cocking her hip and capturing his eyes with hers. "Almost time to leave?"

"Yes." Tanner gulps, eyeing the gentle rise and fall of her bosom as she breathes. His cock begins thickening in his crisply pressed trousers. "Got about 5 more minutes before I'll start being crunched for time."

"5 minutes?" Josie repeats, hand going to her mouth in mock horror. "That's not a lot of time. I'd better hurry."

Without another word she drops to her knees, using her hands to push her father's legs apart. She settles in between them, hands fishing for her father's belt and zipper.

"Josie! I have to leave soon! I can't be late for wo-haaahh."

As he speaks Josie has undone his zipper and her hand delves inside for her prize. Her hand burrows through the front opening of his boxer shorts and yanks out his thickening shaft. It pops into the light and she immediately impales her mouth on it, sucking deep for the root as she grips the base with a steady hand.

Tanner's hands rise to the sides of his own head and he clenches his own hair in commingled lust and frustration. A low throaty moan comes from his daughter's mouth as she sloppily sucks his cock, bobbing her head feverishly on the slick wet pole.

Suddenly she stops. Releasing his cock she unbuttons his pants and begins sliding them down his hips. Tanner, now fully gripped by incestuous longing for his baby girl raises his hips to help them along. Josie drags them all the way down to his ankles, and his boxers follow next. She then begins unbuttoning her way up his shirt, stopping two from the collar and gently moving his tie to one side. She eases closer until she is firmly wedged between her father's thighs, then grabs the baby oil.

Tanner's eyes bulge as Josie uncaps the bottle and upends the silky clear fluid over her tits. She pours a steady dollop into her deep cleavage and squeezes a thick long spurt over the material covering her breasts. Dropping the bottle, she rubs it into her shirt, making the material even more transparent than it was. Her nipples poke through the wet, clingy material.

Josie raises herself up on her knees slightly. As she does, one hand lifts the bottom of her T-shirt up, exposing the bottom halves of her soaking breasts to view, as well as the bottom of her cleavage, where a thin streamer of oil still dribbles. Her other hand grabs her father's cock again, pointing the purple glans at the open hole of her under-cleavage. She leans in and then drops back down, capturing her father's penis between her breasts. The head pokes up through the collar of her shirt, the shaft nestled snugly between her twin globes.

Josie giggles and adopts a "look no hands" pose, gently wiggling her pendulous mounds back and forth, the oily surface rubbing against his trembling length. His cock has nowhere to go, being held firmly by the snug, slippery shirt.

"Okay daddy." She breathes. "Not much time, so as much as I want to titty-fuck you nice and slow, I've gotta hurry."

And with that Josie begins a steady, hard rise-and-fall motion, using her hands placed firmly on his knees to bounce her bobbling rack on her father's imprisoned member. Tanner groans as every inch of his rock hard cock is encased in a layer of undulating slippery silken flesh. A steady clap clap clap fills the room, each time her gorgeous mounds smack against his hips.

As much as Tanner wants to enjoy this titfuck forever, his libido has other ideas. Within two minutes he feels his balls beginning to churn, his impending release building by the second.

"Oh pumpkin," He moans, placing his hands on hers. "Oh fuck, baby. You're gonna make me shoot! Oh fuck here it comes!"

"Yes!" Josie urges "Give me your load, daddy! Shoot between my titties!"

Josie quickly adjusts her position. She raised both arms, bent at the elbow snug against her body. She hold her forearms vertically, fists clenched, squeezing her bouncing tits together between them, turning the silky wet tunnel her father's dick has been plowing into a tight viselike grip. She also leans back slightly, aiming her father's soon-to-be-squirting cockhead away from his work clothes and towards her face.

"OH GOD PUMPKIN!" Tanner bellows "HERE IT COMES AAARRGH!"

With one final pump Tanner's rich purple cock head pokes upwards out of his daughter's smothering tit hug. He erupts like a volcano, a silky ribbon of slick creamy cum discharging from the head like a cannon blast. The syrupy salvo rockets directly into Josie's laughing countenance, splattering her from forehead to chin, smearing goo over her shining teeth and oozing from her bangs.

Josie lowers her chin to her chest and pushes down hard, her father's spurting cockhead augering past her clenching lips to deposit a salty dollop directly onto her waiting tongue. Josie whimpers appreciatively and bobs her head on her daddy's cock, feeling spurt after hot gooey spurt flood her mouth. Her cheeks begin to puff out and pearly white leakage trickles from the corners as she desperately tries to hold his creamy torrent.

Tanner twitches spasmodically on the couch, each lurch of his hips disgorging more pearly froth into the hot sucking mouth of his little girl. She gently holds his cockhead between her lips until the tide stems, then leans back, releasing his cock with a burbling slurp.

Josie tips her head back and opens her mouth, revealing to her father the pseudo-lake of creamy spunk she has collected at the back of her mouth. She gently gargles, bubbles of semen burbling in her mouth, before she closes her lips and gives a great gulp. As the slimy treat disappears down her throat she leans forward and licks a single white droplet slowly oozing from her father's urethra.

"God, daddy," She coos, wiping at the single streamer painting her face and licking her fingers. "Your cum tastes so good."

Tanner gasps on the couch, his thighs gently quivering. He is vaguely wondering how the hell he's going to stand up, let alone leave for work.

"C'mon Daddy." Josie giggles as she stands up and holds her hands out to her father. "Let me help you."

Tanner reaches up and takes her hands, and she braces herself and helps pull him up off of the couch. He totters slightly as he comes to his feet, and Josie reaches one arm around his back to steady him, leaning in close. As he rights himself and she releases him, he reaches out and places a hand on each one of her cheeks. He draws her in, and kisses her.

He only intended for it to be a small kiss, a nonverbal thank you for the generous servicing she had just given him. As their lips clash together, he tastes his own cum dregs on her lips, and doesn't even care. He closes his eyes, tilts his head slightly to the side, and kisses his daughter with aplomb.




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Josie melts in her father's embrace. As his sizzling lips meet hers and his tongue probes gently, she feels waves of heat crash over her. Her hands dangle helplessly at her sides for a moment before her instincts kick in and her arms come up to encircle his neck, drawing him down into her. Her lips part for his questing tongue, and it entwines with her own as she presses firmly against him, a soft whimper of need coming from deep within. Her sex moistens and her erect nipples brush against his chest, sending electric chills through her body.

Tanner feels the silky smoothness of her tongue and tastes the fleeting remnants of semen his baby girl so recently milked from him. One hand raises up and squeezes an oily boob, pinching and tugging on her nipple and then releasing it to spring back to her chest.

Josie moans deep in her throat, falling further away from rational thought and into pure instinct. Her left leg comes up and encircles her father's hip, humping against him as their mouths continue to dance. Her father reaches down with his arm and holds her leg around him, and when he does she hops up, neatly encircling him with her other leg as he grabs at that one too, holding her in the air as their heated kiss continues.

Josie is operating on a level more animal than human now. Her hands clench double fistfuls of his hair as they remain fused at the mouth. She feels her father's bulbous cockhead press into her buttocks and as she wiggles in his arms it slips away to press firmly into her inner thigh. She suddenly realizes their making out has rejuvenated him. She moans and shifts slightly, wiggling her hips until it shifts from its position and the fat glans presses firmly into her labial mound.

Josie sighs contentedly as her father's straining cockhead bumps into her clit and grinds against her labial folds, only a thin layer of cotton panties separating them. With a groan of frustration Josie worms one hand down between their bodies, searching desperately. Suddenly she finds it, the crotch of her panties.

Josie stretches down and finally secures a tenuous grip on her panty crotch with her fingers, then quickly pulls them to one side. Cool air wafts across the glistening moist lips of her eager pussy, almost instantly replaced by heat as her father's glans moosh back into her clit, sending a delicious shiver up her spine. She rubs her hips against him, moaning into his mouth.

Suddenly Tanner pivots and lays her back on the couch. He kneels between her legs on the floor and pulls her butt to the edge of the couch. His practiced fingers hook the waistband of her pink panties and with a quick motion skins them clean off and tosses them across the room as she spreads her legs wide, reaching down to open her labia for him with her fingers, giving him a clear view into the tight darkness of her slippery tunnel.

Tanner brings his swollen cockhead up to Josie's ready, eager pussy. His lazily drags the thick mushroom head over her clit and across her lips, coating the head in her secretions. Her breath hitches in her throat, and her breasts heave within the oily confines of her shirt. Tanner happens to glance up at the clock, and chuckles.

"What is it?" Josie asks.

"I'm late." He says. "I should be sitting down in a meeting right now."

"Oh no!" Josie cries, "Oh daddy I'm so sorry. Maybe you can-"

"It's okay." He interjects, and turns his piercing gaze back to his baby girl. "I'm not going anywhere now."

Josie feels a shiver travel up her spine. Her entire body yearns for him, so much it takes her breath away. His fat cockhead presses into her soft folds again, and she pants as she feels the tip begin to press inwards. Slowly, oh so slowly Tanner eases his bulbous cockhead forward, his daughter's slick shiny pussy lips parting to gently envelop the invader. He eases forward until the crown slips past the ring of muscle at the opening to her depths. It immediately squeezes tightly around him, beckoning him deeper.

Josie squeals and looks up at her father with eyes gone wide as saucers.

"Oh god daddeeeee." She keens lustfully, "It's sooo thick. I can't take it. It's gonna split me in half!"

"Shhhhh sweet baby. Shhhhh." Tanner croons, his index finger coming up to gently hush his baby girl. His fingertip presses to her lips, and he feels her tongue flick once against it. "Daddy knows he is very big, and your pussy is very tight. Daddy is going to go very slow, and give you time to adjust. Just tell me if you start to hurt, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." She says, smiling gently up at him. "I'm ready now."

"Okay pumpkin." He says. "Here I come. Easy now, here I come."

Josie whimpers as her father's thick shaft begins to slide into her, oh so slowly. Her tight clutching tunnel seems to almost be sucking him inwards, the slippery walls pressing tightly against him, easing his passage with slick secretions.

"Oh fuck daddy." She gasps "So big. Uuughn god so big. Oh more. Oh please god more."

Tanner is approaching half his length vanishing up his daughter's juicy cunt. He stops and gives a few short in and out strokes, both to make sure his shaft is fully coated with lubrication from her gently contracting tunnel, and to prepare her for further entry.

"Ugn god yesssss." She pants. "So naughty. Oh god it's so naughty. Fuck your bad little girl daddy. Fuuuuhhhck me."

"Patience baby." He says. "I'm almost in. Then the real fun starts."

"Hurry!" She wails. "I need it! Oh god I'm so sorry daddy. I'm so sorry I made you wait this long!"

He chuckles knowingly.

"It's okay, pumpkin. The best things really are worth waiting for."

And Tanner pushes in steadily. His daughter's tight clutching tunnel resists his passage, stretched well past any previous adjustments for a cock.

"Uhhgn too much!" Josie cries out, thighs quivering and her hand reaching down to flutter briefly over her abdomen, as if she could ease the discomfort from the outside. "Too thick, Daddy!"

"Shh baby." He whispers. "Almost there. You're almost there."

And then, Tanner feels the head of his cock press firmly into the spongy rim of his baby girl's cervix. His balls come to rest gently on her ass, and he smiles up at her.

"There you go, pumpkin." He says. "It's all inside now. You're taking all of daddy's big cock inside your hot little pussy. How does it feel honey?"

Josie pants beneath him, fully impaled on his rigid member. Her labia are stretched wide to encompass his thickness, and her nipples stab upwards at the thin cotton garment they are still contained by.

"So big, daddy." She says "I'm stretched out so much by your fat cock. Mmmm but I think I like it."

"What do you want?"

"Fuck me." She answers.

"What?" He says.

"FUCK ME." She repeats, looking straight into his eyes.

"One....more.....time." He baits her.

Josie reaches up and grabs his hanging tie. She yanks it once, bringing his face closer to hers. She lunges forward and licks the side of his face, then nuzzles into his ear.

"Please daddy." She whispers in her "Little Girl Josie" voice, "Fuck me now. Please fuck your naughty baby girl."

"Yes, pumpkin."

Tanner draws his massive erection back from Josie's depths, freeing most of his engorged length before driving it back home, his head bumping back into her cervical wall.

"Ugn!" Josie grunts, "Yes."

And Tanner moves. His hips drive his aching shaft into and out of his baby's clutching tunnel. Sloppy wet noises fill the room as he firmly pistons his cock into her. He grabs her hips with his hands and thrusts deep. His balls slap her ass.

"Oh god daddeeeeeee." She wails. "I'm fucking coming alreadeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaagh!"

Josie contorts on the couch as her first orgasm peaks almost immediately. She pinches her nipples hard and pulls as hard as she can on them, crying out through clenched teeth as her trembling pussy squeezes out gushes of hot gooey girl-cream. Her spillage trickles over her father's shaft and balls and dribbles onto the floor, puddling under the joining of their sexes as he hammers her spasming pussy with a vengeance.

Tanner is in heaven. Josie's pussy has clenched up like a silky wet velvet glove, squeezing his cock tightly as he stirs her sopping tunnel with his massive dick. Never has he felt so tight a pussy, so wet. And it drives him wild to think his baby girl has gotten so wet because of him. He surges forward with all the strength he can muster, driving his rigid pole balls deep on every stroke, his cockhead bumping against her cervix with every thrust.

Josie's orgasm has subsided, and she is adjusting to his size. She purrs sensuously as she is repeatedly stretched and filled, then suddenly vacated, only to be stretched and filled again.

"Oh baby." Tanner moans "Your little girl pussy is so tight on my cock."

"Mmmm fuck me daddy. I'm such a bad little slut for wanting your big cock in me. Treat me like a bad little slut! Take my pussy! Fucking take it! UuuuhgnGOD so good! It belongs to you now! Fuck YOUR pussy daddy! FUCK IT!"

Tanner picks up the pace, stabbing his engorged length deep into his daughter's stretched hole. He notices her tits bouncing up and down in their tight little T-shirt, and decides he wants to free them. Releasing Josie's hips but still pinning her in place on the couch with his pumping cock, he reaches up, seizes her V neck, and with a single strain of his arms rips the shirt open all the way down to her belly. Her enormous wobbling udders spring forth into the air, glistening wet with oil. They bounce up and down as he feeds her hungry pussy, wobbling and jiggling in time to his deep thrusts.

Josie reaches up and grabs her father around the neck, a wordless sound of primal need stuttering out from the depths of her lungs. She gathers him to her bosom, shoving his face directly between her giant glistening globes as he pounds her tingling cunt with everything he has.

"FUCK YES DADDY, COMING AGAIN! HUUUUUHNNNFUCKK HOLD ME DADDY! DON'T LET ME GO! DON'T LET ME...........GOOOOOAAAAAAGH!"

Josie Macallister goes berserk.

As her father's thick shaft fills every inch of her being, her pussy seems to short-circuit, as if some part of her brain smashed its fist down on her orgasm button and just held it there. An ear shattering shriek of pleasure explodes from her mouth, reverberating off the walls and vaulted ceiling of the living room. She clings to her father like he is her salvation, her juicy young pussy contracting over and over as she falls endlessly into a bottomless climax. She hears her father moaning into her deep cleavage, his face smothered by her tits being squeezed tightly against his face. She spasms over and over, her lips curl back from her teeth as she snarl-moans like an animal. Her face contorts in bestial lust and she grabs her father's hair and raises his head out of the deep chasm of her shuddering titties. She catches his eye, and like a striking snake she lifts her head and sinks her teeth into her father's neck, keening against his flesh as she marks him. Her tongue swirls against his skin as her teeth clamp down hard.

Tanner growls as his daughter bites his neck. He plunges his cock deeper still, burying his girth into her sticky fuck-tunnel. As Josie releases him and flops back onto the couch, animal lust still glittering in her eyes, Tanner moistens his thumb in his mouth, and moves it down to her clit.

"No daddy." Josie begs shaking her head as a touch of fear fights against the bestial gleam in her eyes. "Noooo don't. I can't take it."

Tanner smiles and mooshes his thumb down on Josie's engorged clit, pressing firmly and rubbing in small circles.

Josie's back arches, her nipples reaching for the sky. Her head involuntarily lolling back as she loses control of her neck muscles, she cries out anew as another climax smashes into her like a runaway freight train.

"OHHHH SHIIIIIIIT TOO MUCH! FUUUUCK DADDEEEE YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEE!"

Creamy cum squirts around his pumping shaft as Josie ejaculates again. Her labia are puffy and red and thoroughly well-fucked. The scent of their fucking fills the room, musky and hot. Tanner feels his balls begin to tighten up against his body, and he knows he has maybe thirty more seconds before he cums.

"Oh fuck, pumpkin." He says. "I'm going to cum! Oh fuck, here it comes!"

Josie raises her head and grabs him again, gathering him to her bosom as she wraps her arms and legs tightly around him and places her mouth next to his ear.

"Cum in my pussy, Daddy." She murmurs. "Feed my hungry pussy all that cream."

"But-" Tanner begins.

"It's okay." She says. "I'm on the pill. Let it all go. Let it all go inside your baby girl. Give it to me. Fill my womb."

Tanner groans and speeds up, his cock plunging into his daughter at a wicked speed. The tingling spreads up and down his shaft as his cum boils up. He feels his daughter's legs and arms contract around him like a vice.

"Yessss." Josie hisses in his ear. "I feel you twitching. Oh god yes. Cum. Cuuuuuum!"

Tanner Macallister buries his face in his daughter's neck as he buries his shaft balls deep one final time. The head of his cock mashes up against the opening of his baby's womb, and with a sudden lurch the head spurts a molten streamer of steaming sperm against the flexing walls of her creamy cunt.

"Ohh yes daddy!" Josie moans into his ear. "Oh I feel it! It's so hot! More! GIVE ME MORE!"

Tanner's cock disgorges a flood of sticky cream. He lets out a long, moaning cry of ecstasy as he unleashes stream after stream of thick hot cum into his baby girl's most intimate depths. He thrusts weakly, smearing gooey man-syrup up and down the length of her tunnel. His balls tighten up against his body as more pearly jets spew into her womb, inundating every nook and cranny with creamy jism.

Tanner twitches and groans, his spasming cock firing a final salvo of rich potent sperm into his baby girl's tightening socket. He collapses against her chest, utterly spent. Josie tenderly reaches up and brushes her fingers through his hair, petting him gently as their hearts hammer against each other.

"Thank you, daddy." Josie whispers "Thank you so much."

Tanner sluggishly shakes his head.

"No." He says. "It's me who should be thanking you."

Silence stretches for a few moments as they listen to each other's breathing.

"So WHY did I stop you from doing that so many times?" She asks.

Tanner and Josie laugh together, still firmly entwined in a sticky embrace on the sofa. They stay where they are, Tanner's cock slowly softening inside her as his generous deluge slowly begins to ooze from the slackening mouth of her sex.

DING-DONG

"It's just the doorbell." Tanner says. "Leave it."

A few moments pass.

DING-DONG

"Must be trying to sell something." He mutters, annoyed that his post-coital embrace is being disturbed. "Ignore it, they'll go away."

DING-DONG

"Roll over daddy." Josie says. "I'll check. It might be important."

"But look at you." He argues.

Josie glances down, then flashes him a wicked smile.

"I know." She says, "Great, isn't it?"

"That's not what I --"

"Oh hush daddy." She banters. "Now roll over and let me go look."

DING-DONG

Tanner sighs and slowly withdraws his slackening cock from his daughter's sticky gash. As he pulls it out he notices that his shaft, balls and hips are splattered with cum. His fucking movements while filling his daughter with cream churned it into a sticky, bubbly froth that not only covers him, but frosts Josie's labia, pussy mound, inner thighs, and ass crack.

Tanner collapses back on the sofa and Josie springs upright on wobbly legs. She strolls towards the foyer like she doesn't have a care in the world. Tanner can see freshly ejaculated cream glistening on the bottom half moon of her ass cheeks. She steps out of view around the corner.

Silence for a moment as she checks the peephole, then she squeals with delight and opens the front door!

"Josie! What are you-" Tanner begins, but his words die in his throat.

"You're early!" Josie says.

"And you're a mess." Purrs a sultry female tone. "Having fun I see?"

"Yes." Josie replies, unable to keep the breathless glee out of her voice. "He JUST fucked me."

"I knew it!" The other said, triumph evident in her tone. "I knew you wouldn't last!"

"Blah blah blah!" Josie says dismissively. "Who cares?"

"I do." asserts the other. "And by the way, you look great."

"Thanks." A soft smacking noise, like a...a kiss?

"I believe introductions are in order, pussycat." Says the other.

Introductions!? Pussycat!?

"Sure!" Josie chirps as footsteps start towards the living room. "He's right in here!"

What in the hell-

Tanner desperately casts around for something to cover himself with, or a place to run, but his moment of hesitation costs him. Josie rounds the corner, and in that instant he drinks her in, his brain snapping a mental snapshot of her right in that moment. Her face and upper chest is flushed red in post-coital afterglow, and her shredded T shirt tangles around her bouncing globes. Her crotch is awash with pearly froth, and fresh dribbles cascade down her inner thighs with each step, soaking into her socks.

And then another young woman walks into the room on Josie's heels. Actually, she doesn't so much "walk" but glide in with a decidedly pantherish grace. Tanner finds it hard not to stare.

The new arrival stands nearly as tall as Josie, maybe three inches difference in height, if that. Her hair is jet-black, cropped short, and slicked down flat with gel. A vivid purple dyed stripe accents her bangs on the right side. It matches the purple eyeshadow framing her almond-colored eyes, and the purple lipstick on her pouty lips.

A tight black T-shirt covers her torso, straining against what look to be C-cup breasts. Nipples poke out at him, assuring him of a lack of undergarments. On the shirt is a peculiar symbol. A red horseshoe shape that tapers in towards the open end at the bottom, It is triangle shaped on the top and has two small protrusions sticking out winglike from either side. In the center is a small red diamond shape, and written underneath the symbol in big block red letters is a single phrase.

FOR THE HORDE!

Tanner does not know what to make of it, but his eyes drift downward, and he forgets the shirt.

The new arrival is wearing a pair of hip-hugging jeans cut so low that he can clearly see her tummy tapering inward towards her pubic mound. A small belly button piercing draws his eye, and he suddenly realizes that her nose has a small stud piercing as well. Black rim glasses frame her face, and she tilts her head slightly to the side in a gesture of greeting, her eyes doing a slow, careful scan of his nakedness.

"Hello." She says, a grin touching the corners of her mouth. "I'm Veronica Summers. And you must be Tanner. Josie has told me so much about you. And from where I'm standing, it's all true."

Veronica turns to Josie, giving her a quick once-over.

"Pussycat, you're quite the sight. Look at your cunt. You're dribbling cum all over the carpet. My my, that just won't do."

"You're Josie's.......friend? From college?" Tanner sputters.

"Friend, confidant, occasional sixty-nine partner. I fill all roles equally well."

She takes Josie's hand and guides her over to the couch, seating her next to Tanner. Josie giggles.

"By the way Daddy." She says, "I like to fuck girls too. One Saturday night Ronnie got stood up, and she was so horny she started coming on to me. It took some time, but we hooked up. Sorry I didn't mention it sooner, we've been...ah.....busy."

"Ahh yes." Veronica said, smiling. "I remember that night. I couldn't get your taste off my tongue for a few days after."




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Tanner's cock twitches in his lap.

"Now you both just sit here, and I'll get started cleaning you two up. Then, I have a few small errands I want to run, Josie. And then tonight we all should have dinner. We have a lot to discuss."

"Okaaaay." Tanner says, confused. "That's not really necessary."

"Oh, I insist." Veronica replies. "I'm nothing if not a good houseguest."

"Um, towels are in the-"

Veronica chuckles, shaking her head ruefully.

"Silly boy." She replies, dropping to her knees in front of him and grinning wickedly, her braces sparkling.

"Who said anything about towels?"

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 3



Breast Obsessed Ch. 03



It's that time again, Josie fans. And please enjoy the next installment of the Breast Obsessed series. How long will it run? I have a definite ending(s) in mind, now it's just a question of getting there. Enjoy.



  Breast Obsessed Chapter Three

Life is funny sometimes thought Tanner Macallister.

If someone had ever come up to me and told me that someday I would fuck my daughter, they would have probably gotten their dick knocked in the dirt.

And yet here I am. My crotch is sticky with cum, mine and my daughter's. I just got done shoving my cock as deep inside her as I could and unloading my nuts into her womb until I thought I would pass out. And now, her "friend" has just arrived, and speaking of which.....

Veronica Summers kneels before Tanner. She reaches out with both hands, hooking him behind his knees. Then she gave a sharp tug, hauling his groin closer to her. He tenses up slightly and she quickly raises her hands and places them on his knees.

"Relaaaax." She soothes. "You've just gotten a little messy. Well, actually a LOT messy."

She giggles. Much differently than Josie's sweet girlish giggle.

"And we've got to get you cleaned up before you can go anywhere."

Tanner watches as she raises her right hand and extends her index finger. Slowly she lowers it until she dabs it delicately into the sticky, drying froth of semen coating his shaft. She rubs slightly to coat her fingertip, then just as slowly raises it to her mouth.

*slurp*

Tanner groans out loud as she sucks her fingertip into her mouth, tasting him, never breaking eye contact. Tanner is almost hypnotized by her beauty. The sharp contrast of her black hair and dark purple makeup with her alabaster complexion gives her an incredibly striking appearance.

"Mmmmm." She says, tongue flicking out over her lips. "Josie was right. You ARE yummy."

"I told you." Josie chimes in from her position next to Tanner. She has leaned in and snuggled up next to him, watching the proceedings like a hawk.

"Time for seconds." Veronica breathes, as she takes off her glasses and hands them to Josie, who sets them on the endtable. She lowers her head towards his crotch, and at the same time raises both hands up to his pecs. As her soft lips mash into his sticky cock shaft, she slowly drags her fingernails down his chest, not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to send shivers of electricity up his spine.

Veronica breathes in the heady scent of semen and swirls her tongue around the base of Tanner Macallister's saturated member. She begins greedily lapping at the sticky spunk with her tongue, sucking and licking as much of it as she can. She works her way around his balls and inner thighs, suctioning up every sweet sticky morsel she can find. Her cheeks, chin and lips soon glisten with cum, but she pays it no heed. 

She slowly slides her fingers around the shaft, feeling the telltale signs of engorgement through her palm. Indeed, despite so recent an orgasm (and his second of the morning, unbeknownst to Veronica) Tanner's pole is indeed thickening and lengthening yet again.

"Bravo." She says. "I'm impressed."

And then she leans over, and engulfs the six inches of rapidly growing cock into her mouth and throat.

"Nnnnngh!" She grunts, feeling his cock start to slide back into her throat, even as it continues to grow.

Tanner feels his daughter's lips brush his ear.

"Guess who taught me to deep-throat, Daddy?" She whispers dreamily, tongue flicking his lobe. "Go on, guess."

"T-taugh-hnnnfuck -taught you?" He stammers, feeling his cock becoming fuller and harder still from the skillful ministrations of the vixen in his lap.

"Mmmhmm." Josie says, sucking gently on the lobe. "All you need is a quick trip to the adult store for a nice, big dildo. Voila! Instant deep-throat practice."

"Oh fuck. Oh shit!" Tanner moans as Veronica begins noisily slurping and sucking her way around his shaft. Tendrils of saliva connect her mouth to his cock, dribble from her lips onto his lap. She stops, spits on his shaft, and begins stroking, while gently kneading his balls with the palm of her other hand. Her eyes go wide when she sees it in its full erect glory.

"Wow." She breathes. "I've never taken one this big....."

She trails off, and eyes Tanner with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Want to see a magic trick?" She says, grinning mischeviously.

"What?" He says.

"Lady and gentleman," She says, pausing for effect. "Watch me make this cock disappear!"

And she leans forward, not even pausing to adjust as the tight wet sleeve of her throat is fitted over the entire length of Tanner's cock. His hips buck against her face as she swallows him to the root.

"Mmmmmggggmph!" She moans, and begins to fuck her own throat with his cock, deep long strokes, faster and faster, gurgling noises coming from her mouth as gooey spit trickles from the corners to pool around the base of his shaft.

Tanner watches as she bobs her head feverishly over his rigid cock, then he gasps amazed as she goes to the root again, tongue wiggling across the base of his shaft, straining head halfway down her throat.

"Ggggrrrlllrg!" She gurgles, raising one hand and patting herself on the back of the head.

"I don't-......haaahhgGOD. I don't understand." He replies, trying to force words past the moans.

Veronica disgorges his thick veiny python from her throat, gasping for air or with pleasure he wasn't sure which. She holds his fat cock in her hands while she presses her lips to the underside of the head. Her makeup is beginning to run from the tears being forced out of her eyes.

"When I swallow this dick, put your fucking hand on the back of my head and push down." She says, eyes blazing with lust.

"But I might hurt you." He says.

"Nope." She says "No cock can hurt my throat. But you might make me cum."

"Okay." He says.

"Remember, do it hard." She says, "I might struggle a bit. Just hold me there."

"Until when?" He asks.

She gives his cockhead a quick swirling lick and smiles at him.

"You'll know."

And she goes back to sucking him. Not taking him all the way again yet, just steady suction and stroking with her mouth. After getting his entire length gooey and wet she catches his eye as she dives towards the head again.

Now. Her eyes say.

As Veronica engulfs nine inches of thick cock meat into her throat, Tanner Macallister's right hand fastens on the back of her head and shoves her as deep as he can.

"Huummmmmmmmm!" She whines out, nostrils flaring as she is pinned to his dick.

Tanner is getting quite a view. He looks straight into Veronica's eyes, streaked with runny purple makeup. Her vivid purple lips securely locked around his girth, tongue gently massaging the underside.

Her chest hitches, once, twice, and twice more. He feels her pushing against his hand, a tiny sliver of desperation in her eyes, but he follows her instructions and holds firm. Her body begins to quake, and with a puff of her cheeks air is forcibly blown past his shaft and out of her aching lungs.

Tanner eases up on the pressure slightly, but when he does he notices her head move slowly, left then right. 

Not yet. Not yet.

Veronica convulses further on his shaft, tears running from her eyes. Suddenly as Tanner watches her eyes begin to slowly roll back in her head.

Now!

Tanner puts his left hand under her chin and grips her by the back of the neck. With a strong heave he lifts her mouth up off of his cock, a spider's web of clingy spit connecting them to each other. Veronica sucks a great inhalation of air, and giggle-moans on the exhale.

"Oh wow." She says, fanning the air in front of her face. "That was intense! And perfect. Keep doing that every time I go deep."

"Okay." He replies. His cock stabs the air between them, her request bringing a strange feeling of extreme arousal to him.

And they continue on. Veronica sucking his cock and periodically going deep on him, while he holds her head until she almost blacks out, then releases her. She gets more and more riled up the longer it goes on. Josie gives encouragement from Tanner's side, but at one point when Veronica backs off of Tanner's rigid shaft Josie begins to slide down towards it, moistening her lips with her tongue. Veronica see her coming and cuts her off, shaking her head emphatically no and pointing back to Tanner's side. Josie retreats back into the crook of her father's arm and pouts.

Tanner himself just enjoys the best deep throating he's ever received. His cock is trembling with the need to release when she pauses again.

"Okay," Veronica gasps. "One more I think should do it."

She pins Tanner with her gaze.

"Don't let go until I pop." She orders. "No matter what."

He nods, fingers flexing as he imagines the gentle curve of the back of her neck gripped in them.

Veronica takes a deep breath, and opens her mouth wide, like an anaconda about to envelop its next meal. She lunges forward, Tanner's bulbous crown surging past her lips and down into her throat, cutting off her air.

"Uuuughhlkkk!" She chokes out, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving violet trails to mark their passage.

Tanner's right hand clamps on her neck like a vice, holding her face against his abdominal muscles, watching her eyes. She stares right back, pinning him with her gaze like he has pinned her to his manhood.

Veronica makes a fist with her left hand and pounds the couch cushion next to her, a shudder goes throughout her body and small whines come from deep within. Suddenly her back arches, her eyes roll back, and she comes.

Tanner is spellbound. Veronica moans past the fat cylinder of flesh lodged in her throat as her trembling hips hump the air for a few moments before slowly easing downward towards the floor. He quickly hauls her off of his cock for the last time. 

"Huuuuh Aaaaaaah!" She breathes, gasping as she collapses against his thigh. She manages to raise her head, and to his utter amazement, winks at him.

"Good......ugh.........job." She gasps. "Not a very big one, but I did get off. Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Tanner remarks, amazed. "How the hell did you do it?"

She smiles tiredly.

"I just.....really love sucking dick."

Veronica hauls herself up onto her knees. She offers his cock a cursory inspection and smiles.

"There. All clean. And don't cum. You're gonna need to save it. I know leaving you like this is rude, but trust me. I'll make it up to you tenfold."

She turns to Josie, smiling and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Your turn, pussycat." She breathes.

"Mmmmm finally." Josie coos, sliding down on the couch and spreading her damp thighs, giving Veronica a bird's eye view of her swollen stretched cunt and the bubbly white froth that is slowly drying there. She relaxes her muscles, allowing a mini waterfall of pearlescent white spunk to cascade out of her freshly fucked pussy, down the crack of her ass, and onto the couch cushion.

Veronica licks her lips, closing in. Her eyes look the way a cat's eyes might look to a mouse. Josie giggles and crooks her index finger at her in a "come hither" gesture.

"C'mon baby." She teases. "You've had your snack. Now for the main course." 

Tanner turns slightly on the couch to watch the proceedings. His cock throbs, aching for relief, but he refrains from touching himself. The thought of watching his daughter be orally pleased by another girl is tremendously exciting to him. He waits with baited breath for the show to begin.

He doesn't have to wait long. Veronica lowers herself to her hands and knees, tucking her head between Josie's soft curvy thighs. She plants a passionate kiss on her clit, drawing a moan from Josie. Her tongue snakes out and begins mopping cum from her labial mound, drawing her tongue back into her mouth occasionally to swallow the sticky coating. Josie's hands reach down and fasten onto the sides of her head, holding her in place. Her hips buck against Ronnie's face, smearing it with shining silky cream.

Ronnie presses her face against Josie's cunt lips and begins sucking and slurping with a vengeance. She siphons as much dripping cum from the depths of her pussy as she can before lapping sticky jizz from her inner thighs and labial folds. She groans and grunts enthusiastically, the combined scent of her sexy friend and her friend's virile, manly father driving her wild with lust. She raises Josie's ass slightly and shamelessly rims her asshole, letting not a single drip escape her probing tongue even as two fingers are effortlessly inserted into her friend's hot honey pot.

"Ooooooh FUUUUUUUUCK!" Josie moans, "Lick my ass baby! Lick it!"

Tanner recognizes Josie's approaching climax. He leans over and captures her erect left nipple in his mouth, feeling the firm flesh between his lips, suckling gently while his left hand comes up to squeeze her right breast, fingertips trailing over the erect nipple there as well.

"Mmmm Daddy." She keens "Yesssss."

Tanner isn't done. He releases her breast and brings his fingers to his lips, quickly moistening them. Then he lowers his hand down and begins rubbing her clit firmly in circles.

Josie begins breathing hard and wiggling on the couch. Her friend has her tongue on her asshole and two fingers in her sopping snatch. Her father is stroking her clit and now gently biting her nipple. Her climax begins to mount quickly. The familiar tingling sensation starting at her sex and spreading throughout her body, feeling like every cell is slowly vibrating against each other.

"Huuuhn huuuhn huhn huhn huhn huuuuuuhnffffFUUUUCK I'M COMIIIIIING!!"

Josie bucks against her lovers as her back violently contorts. Her shuddering tits point skyward, erect nipples stabbing the air. She grabs her father's arm with her left hand, squeezing tight, giving her something to bear down on as she comes. Her hips buck furiously against Ronnie's face, who grabs a double fistful of ass to hold her somewhat steady. Then she smiles as Josie's right hand clamps on the back of her head and mashes her face firmly into her pussy and asshole, grinding her juicy labia up and down her friend's countenance as she spasms and squirts juices.

Suddenly she collapses back, body overcome by mini-convulsions. Her eyelids flutter and she gasp-whines each breath. Her legs stay drunkenly askew as she goes practically boneless with pleasure. Her eyes swivel about in their sockets, seeing everything and nothing all at once. Then her eyes settle on her father, and stay there.

Tanner watches his daughter cum, then when her eyes find his they hold him there, their surroundings shrinking down into insignificance as their eyes bore into each other.......

"And that's two!" Ronnie says. She sits up on her knees and damn near fist-pumps in excitement.

Tanner shakes his head, snapping back to the moment, the rest of the room coming back into focus. He reaches out with his hands and tenderly strokes his daughter's heaving torso, soothing her with the strength of his palms. Her hitching breaths slow to a more even rhythm, and her hand reaches up to close over top of his own, her fingers squeezing slightly.

Veronica stands up and fishes in her left rear pocket. Her face is an absolute wreck, smeared makeup and slimy juices everywhere. She draws out a cell phone and tosses it to tanner.

"Here." She says "You'd better call your job and tell them you're not coming in today."

"Oh my god, my job!" Tanner had completely forgotten. He is incredibly late at this point, his presence surely missed.

"Relax." She says. "Just tell them that you've been puking your guts up, and would have called earlier. Then, you'd better get some rest while Josie and I are out. You're going to need it."

"How did you know I had to be at work?" Tanner asks.

A sly smirk from Veronica.

"Do you always wear a tie around the house?"

Tanner looks down and realizes he is still wearing his tie and dress shirt, though the dress shirt is unbuttoned almost all the way to his neck. He loosens the knot on his tie and pulls it off, then unbuttons the shirt and pulls it off as well.

Veronica's eyes widen as the shirt falls away and Tanner Macallister's chiseled musculature is exposed to her view. He rises from the couch, a modern day Adonis, bronzed skin stretched over the layers of muscles densely packed on his frame. She feels butterflies in her stomach as she watches him stretch his arms over his head and casually walk towards the foyer, his still-half-erect cock swaying gently from side to side with every step. 

Veronica turns and watches him go, drinking in the picture of virile masculinity he paints. Her senses are primed, her lust boiling. As he turns to climb the stairs a single certain thought grips her mind.

I'm going to fuck that man.

"Ronnie."

Veronica shakes her head and glances back at Josie, who sits demurely on the edge of the couch, an appearance jarred by her shredded clothes and exposed nakedness.

"What now?" She asks.

And suddenly, Ronnie is all business again.

"C'mon pussycat. Let's make ourselves presentable. We've got some shopping to do today."

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Tanner Macallister stands under the hot knifing spray of water in his shower, allowing it to pummel fatigue from his muscles. He looks down into the water swirling around the drain, lost in thought.

Josie.

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Josie and Veronica are side-by-side at the mirror in Josie's bathroom. They talk and laugh back and forth as they apply makeup and primp themselves. When satisfied, they head back downstairs.

Tanner is in the kitchen in a long robe. He is casually pouring the cold contents of his coffee cup into the sink. He hears someone clear their voice behind him. He turns, and gasps involuntarily.

Veronica has not changed other than a scrubbing of her face and a reapplication of her makeup. She looks as dazzlingly striking as she did the moment she walked in.

Josie Macallister is what takes his breath away. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few loose strands hanging down by each ear. Her breasts are barely shoved into a tight, tight yellow tank top. She is not wearing a bra, as the enticing jiggle of her breasts would suggest, as well as the twin nipples threatening to gouge straight through the fabric. A pair of black bicycle shorts cling firmly to her hips, the legs so short that they appear nonexistent. He follows the long lines of her tanned legs down to her sneakers, wanting nothing more than to run his hands down them, to feel them under his fingertips.

She notices her father's stare and does a long slow pirouette, hands at her sides, palms down. Tanner swallows as he notices that the bottoms of her round young ass cheeks are sticking out in plain view, offering silent promise of the hidden charms within.

"What do you think?" Josie asks.

"Wow." Tanner breathes. "Just.......wow."

She visibly pinks from his praise, head lowering slightly, dimples showing as she smiles. She looks up at him through her lashes, the look on her face one of commingled lust and.....something more.

"Okay, Tanner." Veronica interjects. "We are going shopping. While we're gone, please make us reservations at the nicest restaurant you know of. And try to get some rest. You're going to have your hands full tonight."

Her eyes bore into him. His blood stirs.

"Okay." He says. "I'll see you later on then."

Josie bounces out the door, her breasts rolling alluringly on her torso, buttocks popping in the skintight confines of her shorts. Tanner watches them go.

"Tanner?" Veronica says, pinning him with her gaze as she slowly reaches up to adjust her glasses.




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"Yes, Ronnie?" He says, and the air seems to crackle between them with electricity.

"Do you have any vitamins?" She asks.

"Yes." He says.

"Good." She replies, an oily grin growing across her face.

"Better take some. Just a thought."

And she blows him a kiss and sashays out.

Tanner sucks in a deep breath and blows it out. After a moment, he reaches for the phone. He has a dinner reservation to make.

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Josie Macallister pops the handle on the door of Ronnie's convertible Lexus and sinks into the posh passenger seat. Ronnie takes her place behind the wheel, and reaches behind herself for a cd case. Rifling through the contents, she settles on one of the cds of her favorite songs that she burned herself on her pc. She starts the engine and pops it in.

As the poppy synthetic piano notes of the opening song begin, Veronica steers the car out of Tanner's long curving driveway and, with Josie's direction, guides the car onto I80 towards the Galleria Mall in Roseville.

"So." Veronica says "How has your spring break been so far?"

Josie squeals and grabs her friend's arm.

"I LOVE IT!" She says, her grin stretching the corners of her mouth. "I've never been happier. It's been like a dream come true! What am I saying? It IS a dream come true!"

She tilts her head back and screams out the open roof, drumming her feet on the floor.

"Oh Ronnie," She says "I'm walking on air right now. Somebody pinch me!"

Ronnie reaches over and pinches Josie on the smooth flesh of her thigh.

"OW!" Josie screeches, a lopsided grin creasing her mouth before it morphs into an overexaggerated scowl. 

"I didn't mean REALLY do it!" She says.

Ronnie gives a sharp bark of laughter.

"Could've fooled me, pussycat. And I'm glad for you, really I am."

"Oooh here comes the good part!" Josie says, tugging Ronnie's sleeve. "Sing it with me!"

Both girls tilt their heads back as the chorus kicks in, singing loudly, flashing their extended middle fingers over their heads.

"Fuck You! Fuck you very very muuuuuuuuuch! Cuz we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew so please don't stay in touuuuuuuch!"

Ronnie tramps down on the accelerator and expertly weaves them through slower moving traffic, the music and their happiness at being together causing euphoric sensations for both of them. Both of them firmly believe that they are kindred spirits, and both of them have no doubts that they will be friends forever.

"So pussycat," Ronnie interjects, "Have you told him anything else about our......relationship?"

"No." Josie says. "I didn't want to freak him out. I had a hard enough time getting him in the sack the first time."

Ronnie nods.

"Then tonight." She says. "It's time he learned."

"Do you think he'll be okay with it?" Josie asks, gnawing nervously on her lower lip.

Ronnie looks away from the road for a brief instant to flash her the quickest of smiles.

"Honey," She says. "I have a hunch it's going to be right up his alley."

The bright April sunshine warms their skin as they roar down the highway towards the mall. Both of them are bouncing in their seats, singing along to the words as the wind whips past their faces. They wave gaily at cars that they pass, and more than once Josie hefts her substantial rack in her hands to a response of goggle-eyed stares. The girls laugh at the reactions they get, they are not unfamiliar with stares from potential suitors. Many a tongue has wagged on campus because of these two.

"So what are we shopping for?" Josie asks, adjusting the shoulder strap of her tank top. It had started to slip off, and she didn't want one of the girls to make an escape and cause a pile up.

"Well," Veronica says "We need nice evening wear for dinner,"

She grins devilishly at Josie.

"And a completely different kind of evening wear for after dinner. Does this mall have what we need?"

Josie nods.

"Depends on your idea of evening wear for after." She says smiling.

"You should know where my tastes lie by now, pussycat." Veronica purrs, her right hand meaningfully sliding up Josie's thigh, fingertips dragging across her skin, bringing goosebumps to her flesh.

"Oh god, Ronnie." Josie sighs, leaning back in her seat and parting her legs. "Touch me. My little puss is on fire."

Veronica momentarily considers shooting her down. She is driving, and doesn't want to pretend that diddling Josie while she drives is the smartest idea she's ever had. But then again......

Veronica reaches up and gives Josie's left breast a hefty squeeze, causing her to bite her lower lip and moan. She slides her hand down Josie's tummy and her fingers burrow under the waistband of her bicycle shorts, seeking her hot, wet embrace.

Josie lets out a breathy, whimpering sigh as Ronnie's probing fingers find her hot sticky cleft. Her head falls to one side on the headrest as Veronica begins a circular swirling assault on her clitoris with the tip of her middle finger. She reaches down and grabs Ronnie by the wrist with both hands, holding her fingers to her pussy.

"Oh Ronnie." She moans, "Yes. Oh yes."

"That's it, pussycat." Ronnie urges, watching the road like a hawk.

"Ronnie," Josie says, pointing. "There's the exit."

Veronica takes the exit fast, tires squealing on the circular off ramp, right hand never leaving Josie's pants. As they zoom out onto the overpass, Ronnie sees the mall to their right.

Josie is trembling and grinding her hips on the seat and Ronnie's hand as Ronnie guides them into the mall's parking structure. They drive up to the second floor and spot an empty space. As they do, Ronnie notices two men getting out of an SUV in the spot next to it. She quickly presses hard on Josie's clit and rubs fast, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, while turning the wheel and pulling quickly into the space.

As the Lexus pulls to a stop, Josie bucks in her seat and cums, throwing her head back and pinching her own nipples as Ronnie's flying fingers expertly manipulate her sex. She moans softly and convulses in her seat for a few delicious moments before relaxing back, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Josie's eyes slowly open, and she sees a large man looking down at her, eyes bugging out. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment, and she turns a smoldering stare at Veronica, who laughs.

"God damn you." Josie whispers, a defeated smile coming to her face.

"Who loves ya', baby?" Ronnie winks.

They climb out, Veronica blowing a kiss to the man who saw Josie. He smiles and gives them a big thumbs up before ambling off, adjusting the growing lump in his pants. Josie fixes her hair, trying to hide the pink in her cheeks.

The girls stroll into the mall. Many an envious eye turns their way. Josie is acutely aware of her tits jostling around in her tank top, unhindered by a bra. Veronica rolls her hips sexily as she walks, drawing attention to her extremely low cut pants.

A wolf whistle comes from behind and to their left. Without even breaking stride or looking, Veronica raises her left hand and pointedly extends her middle finger. 

The girls go from shop to shop, finding their choice of dresses to wear. Then they go to Victoria's Secret in search of the "something for after".

They try on numerous pieces, appraising them to each other, driving each other crazy with meaningful touches and flirtations while modeling clothes for each other that are meant for sex.

Finally both girls are happy with their choices. They walk back to the car, arms laden with bags, and soon are on their way back home.

To their man.

**************************************

After arriving back, the girls put their bags in Josie's room. Tanner is nowhere to be found. The girls search around for him, eventually ending up outside his bedroom door. Josie slowly turns the knob and as the door opens they see Tanner stretched out on his bed, sound asleep. They stand for a moment, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He wears a simple black pair of gym pants, with silver piping. His flaccid cock is a visible bulge in the front.

Josie begins to push the door open further, her eyes locked on her father's member. As she takes a step to enter the room Veronica grabs one of the straps of her tank top. Josie is brought up short, and turns to look at her friend. Veronica meaningfully shakes her head no, then points back down the hall. Crestfallen, Josie turns and walks back towards her room, shoulders slumped.

Veronica turns back and begins to close the door. As it does she catches a last glance of Tanner's slumbering form. She bites her lower lip and a hungry gleam flashes in her eyes.

Veronica follows Josie back to her room, where they begin to clip tags and lay out their clothes for the evening.

"I think we should both get some rest ourselves, pussycat." Ronnie says, checking the clock on her phone. It is almost 2 pm. "I left at about midnight last night to get here when I did. It's gonna be a late night, and we won't be any good to that hunk of man in there if we're both exhausted."

Josie nods.

"I'll show you the guest room." She says.

After they get settled in, Josie and Veronica fall into a deep, restful slumber.

****************************************

Tanner Macallister paces the foyer of his house, biting his lip.

He can't believe how nervous he is. He's having dinner with two beautiful women, women that he has already been intimate with, with obvious promises of more to come after. But his stomach is turning flip-flops like he's some horny middle-schooler wondering if he's going to get to grab his first boob after the dance.

He is wearing a loose fitting pale blue silk shirt that billows on him whenever he moves. Despite being loose, it seems to enhance his large stature, and shows his fit muscular shape just fine. Clean pressed tan slacks and dress shoes complete his outfit. His mustache and goatee are meticulously groomed, and his close-cropped hair is gelled into spikes. His face is redolent of aftershave.

It is early evening. He awoke some time ago and discovered the girls were napping as well. Not wanting to disturb them he had puttered around the house doing minor things for a while, then had showered and gotten ready. He had heard the girls up and about after he had come downstairs, and now was waiting to see the fruits of their labors.

"Ahem." Said a voice from the top of the stairs.

Tanner stopped pacing, craning his neck upwards towards the landing. As his eyes alight on the girls he feels a shiver go down his spine and a smile spread over his face.

They are gorgeous. They stand at the top of the stairs, radiating beauty and sexuality like a pair of beacons in the night. 

Veronica is wearing a sparkly black dress. It hugs her trim athletic frame tightly, molding to her curves like she had been poured into it. The hem stops at mid-thigh, showing off the delicate, creamy flesh of her legs. As she turns to present herself to him, he sees that the skirt is even slit up the side to her hip, allowing even more to be seen. The black of the dress, naturally, contrasts well with her pale skin. Her glasses frame her face, and her hair is gelled into a fauxhawk, both sides sloping upwards to form a crest running from front to back. Her bust is accented by the low cut front, and the back is virtually nonexistent. Smokey dark makeup has been applied heavily to her eyes, and her lips are a darker, plum purple instead of the bright shade from earlier. She wears black spike heels.

And Josie.....

Josie

Tanner allows himself to take all of her in. He has never seen before, a sight like the one his daughter was presenting him with.

Josie wore a strapless red dress, her bounteous cups filled almost to the point of overflowing. The skirt was loose and flowed easily around her legs as she turned this way and that. Red heels adorned her feet, and her hair was done up in a French twist. Vivid red lipstick perfectly matches her attire, and a string of simple pearls lay above the enticing swell of her bosom. The symbolism was not lost on Tanner, and looking at the way she caught his eye and trailed her fingers along them, it was not accidental either.

"Ladies." He said, "You're going to leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake tonight."

Josie's cheeks flush, and Veronica grins.

"I have a surprise for you both." He says, as they begin to descend the stairs, hand in hand.

"Oh really?" Veronica says, quirking an eyebrow at him. "And what might that be?"

In answer, Tanner turns and opens the front door as they reach the floor. Outside, sitting in the driveway, is a sleek black limousine.

"Daddy!" Josie squeals, "You got us a limo!?"

"Surprise." He says, grinning. "I thought it only appropriate."

He gestures them out the door ahead of him with a flourish. As the girls pass, Veronica catches his eye, and her look ignites his blood.

The driver, a boyishly handsome youth of about 23, is already standing at the rear door. He opens it as they approach and one by one they slide in. Josie and Veronica sit on one side, and Tanner sits opposite them.

"Drink?" Tanner asks, reaching for the bar.

"No thanks." Veronica says, "I'll have wine with dinner."

"Me too, Daddy."

Tanner nods and pours himself a scotch. He sits back, sipping it. 

They make their way into Sacramento and one of the best restaurants in town. They are dropped off at the door by the limo and enter. The maitre'd seats them at a large table in one of the back corners of the room. They order their meals and Tanner selects a wine. The bottle is brought and uncorked, and they are soon sipping their glasses. They make small talk, but after a glass Tanner starts to loosen up more, having had a scotch already, and drops the bombshell.

"So, Veronica." Tanner says. "You and my daughter seem to be.....very good friends."

She nods, swirling her glass.

"How exactly did that come about?"

"Well," Veronica begins, "As she said, I was stood up one night. He was a frat douche, but he had a nice cock that I loved to suck. I had spent the better part of an afternoon preparing myself to do just that, and then he canceled at the last minute."

She takes another sip, smacking her lips and staring at the glass.

"That's good." She says, "What is it?"

"Petite Sirah." Tanner replies. "This one is peppery. I figured it would go well with dinner."

"Good choice. So yeah, got stood up, feeling pent up, and I have your daughter as a roommate. I'm bi, and I was primed to fuck someone, so I started coming on to her. Took the better part of the evening, but I.....wore her down. Before I wore her out."  

Tanner glances at Josie who has been listening in silence. He notices the pink in her cheeks after Ronnie's last statement.

"And you two are still an item?" He probes.

"In a way." Veronica smiles. "She's my sub."

Tanner blinks.

"Sub?" He repeats.

"Sub." Ronnie reiterates. "Short for submissive. I'm into bondage and domination. I like to dominate women, and be dominated by men. But only men that I deem are worthy. I don't know if you knew or not, Tanner dear, but your little girl is quite the little submissive, when she wants to be. I noticed some signs in our.......couplings and began to test her, probe her fantasies. By the way that's how I learned about her deep seeded desire for you. Once I discovered her submissive traits I began her training."

"Training?" He asks.

Veronica smiles. Time to set the hook.

"All good slaves require training." She says, then casts an eye at Josie. "Don't they, Little Girl?"

Tanner is rendered speechless by what happens next.

Josie lowers her head and replies in a small, almost timid voice.

"Yes, Mistress."

Veronica smiles at Tanner. Out of the corner of her eye she notices the waiter bringing their meals. She waits until he arrives and starts setting plates down. Then she poses another question.

"What is your training, Little Girl? Say it loud, so the nice man can hear."

Josie hesitates, trembling ever so slightly. The waiter's eyebrows knit together as he looks from Ronnie to Josie and back again.

"Answer." Ronnie says, a hard edge to her voice.

"To please my Mistress and any she deems worthy. I exist only for my Mistress' pleasure."

The waiter's eyes bug out, he swallows hard. Tanner does too.

"Good girl." Veronica purrs. "Very good."

The waiter beats a hasty retreat. Tanner refills his wine glass, taking a steep draught.

"That's...." He tries. "That's so....."

"Harsh?" Veronica finishes, and he nods. "Maybe to outward appearances, but make no mistake. She chooses to be what she is. She is not forced in any way. If she does not choose to stay under my tutelage, she will no longer be my slave. She need merely give the word, and it will end."

Veronica addresses Josie directly.

"Raise your head, Little Girl."

Josie's head comes up. Her eyes flick momentarily to her father. Her expression is commingled humiliation and excitement.

"Do you wish to no longer be my slave? Say the word, and it will be so."

"No, Mistress. This girl loves to be your slave."

Tanner feels a flush coming to his skin. What he is seeing is arousing him in ways he never thought possible. He looks upon his daughter in a whole new way, and his desire for her is stoked ever higher.

They begin to eat, the conversation hanging over their table like a storm cloud, gathering strength.

"Don't eat too much, Little Girl." Ronnie advises. "We don't want to be stuffed. Well, not with food anyway."

Tanner almost chokes on his prime rib. Josie giggles before replying, a forkful of Pasta Pescatore halfway to her mouth.

"Yes, Mistress." She hesitates, then says "Mistress? May your Girl speak freely?"

Veronica nods, sipping the rich red wine.

Josie immediately looks at her father.

"I'm sorry I never told you, Daddy." She said. 'It was a surprise to me in a lot of ways too. But this is a part of me. I hope this doesn't change me, in your eyes."

"It does." He says, and as her face falls he quickly amends. "But in a good way."

She smiles big, eyes twinkling.

"But I thought domination meant you controlled every aspect of her life?" Tanner questioned, addressing Veronica.

"No. I'm not as gung-ho as some others might be." Veronica says. "I don't exert dominance over her all the time. I prefer lighter domination, to switch it on and off. Does that make any sense to you?"

He nods, jaw working on another bite of beef.

"I'm a sub myself. At least to men." She says, cutting another bite of crab-stuffed Mahi-Mahi and popping the delicate morsel in her mouth.

"You can be both?" Tanner says.

"Why not?" She shrugs. "I like to see how the other half lives, and both domination and submission get me off in different ways. Just the way I'm wired. I do enjoy the nice firm hand of a man."

She sighs involuntarily, hand trailing along her neckline. Tanner swallows hard.

"I haven't been dominated by a good man in, hell. Years, probably."

The statement hangs in the air like a fog. Josie feels her breath catch in her throat. She knows Ronnie, and knows what she's doing. But would her....

"What about me?" Tanner asks.

Got you. Veronica thinks, a wide grin spreading over her face.

"What about you?" She replies, fingers trailing around the rim of her wine glass, eyes boring into his own.

"What about if I.....dominated you?"

She titters.

"What makes you think you could?" 

"I don't know if I could." He says, honestly. "But I'm curious. What you're saying is really turning me on, and if you'll let me, I'd like to try. What do you say?"

She smiles devilishly.

"Tsk tsk tsk Tanner, darling." She says, clucking her tongue at him. "Already you're off on the wrong foot. If you want to dominate me, you say it the right way." 




Breast Obsessed Ch. 03



"And how do I do that?" 

"All it takes are the right.....words."

Tanner mulls it over for a moment. Veronica merely stares at him from across the table, the corners of her mouth ever so slightly turned upwards. Round and round, her fingers go along the rim of her glass.

"Can I dominate you, Veronica?"

"I don't know." She replies. "Can you?"

Okay, strike one. He thinks to himself.

"Will you be my slave?" He tries again.

She shakes her head slowly.

"Still not right." She says, her voice tinged with glee.

Strike two. Tanner thinks for a moment, then suddenly inspiration strikes. He sizes her up from across the table, his jaw sets firm. He opens his mouth.....

"Will you submit to me?" He asks, feeling a surge of heat as he hears himself speak those words.

A slow smile spreads over Veronica's face, her eyes shining.

"Yes." She hisses. "I will submit to you, Tanner."

Her whole demeanor changes. She straightens in her seat, pushes out her bust, and.......lowers her head to stare at the table. Her lips are slightly parted, her entire posture one of anticipation.

'What would you have me do?" She asks.

Tanner feels some of his newfound confidence slip. What indeed? He hadn't really expected this. Struggling, he tries to draw inspiration from what he has seen Veronica make his daughter do.....

The waiter!

Tanner smiles lightly. He takes a deep breath.

"You know what's going to happen when we go home tonight?" He asks Veronica. 

"Yes." She says. "We are going to fuck. All three of us."

Josie squirms in her seat, her eyes darting back and forth between her father and her friend. 

"Yes." Tanner replies. "I know that, Josie knows that. You know that......"

He grins, and indicates the rest of the room with a nod of his head.

"They don't. Why don't you tell them?"

Veronica Summer's eyes widen slightly. Her cheeks pink, and her breathing increases.

"Stand up, go to the center of the room, and tell them." He says, unable to keep the devilish grin from spreading ear to ear.

Veronica feels her sex moisten. Her eyes are like lasers. Her expression remains the same as she lets another question drop.

"Have you paid the tab?"

He shakes his head.

"You'd better." She replies, grinning. "We're probably going to be being escorted out of here in a few minutes."

They wait as Tanner flags down the waiter and pays the check. The tension builds to a fever pitch as they wait. When he gets the receipt and leaves a generous tip, he then indicates Ronnie with a wave of his hand.

She drains her glass and stands up, never breaking eye contact. Then she walks across the dining area until she determines that she is roughly in the middle. She stops and looks around, cheeks flushed. Then she takes a deep breath.

"Attention!" She says loudly. "May I have your attention please!? I have a small announcement I'd like to make!"

All eyes on her. You could hear a pin drop in the room.

Veronica raises her hand and points to Tanner.

"Do you see that man over there?" She says, "I would just like you all to know that that man has turned me on more in the past 24 hours than I can ever remember being. And tonight I am going to fuck him."

Josie gasps, her nipples hardening. She has never seen Veronica in anything but a dominant role. It is very eye opening for her. There is a low murmur in the crowd. 

"I am going to suck his beautiful cock down into my throat, I am going to accept him into my wet pussy and tight asshole, and I am going to let him fuck me as hard and as fast as he wants."

A commotion from one end of the room as restaurant staff begin to head in their direction. Veronica sees them and raises her voice higher to be heard over the rising din.

"I am going to make him cum, on me and in me. And I am going to swallow all he can give me, because I am a slut. I am a filthy slutty whore."

She kicks off her shoes and drops to her knees, looking at Tanner across the room. Her eyes are wild with lust and humiliation.

'And tonight," She concludes. "I belong to him." 

Hands latch onto her shoulders, hauling her to her feet. The maitre'd turns and indicates Tanner and Josie with an extended finger.

"Them too!" He says, "Throw them out!"

*********************************

They step out into the evening air. The maitre'd is standing at the door as they breeze past him.

"And stay out!" He says. Veronica turns back to him, her braces flashing as she shows her teeth in a wide smile.

"You mad, bro?" She asks, then winks and sticks her tongue out.

The maitre'd huffs at her and lets the door close behind him. Veronica turns and looks at Josie and Tanner, who both appear to be trying hard to contain their mirth.

"What's that guy's problem?" Veronica says, her eyes dancing with mischief. 

Tanner and Josie burst out laughing, and Ronnie quickly joins in. As they laugh Tanner notices a pair of headlights come on down the street. It is their limo driver, who managed to get a great spot to watch for their exit. He pulls up to the walk, and hurries around to let them all in.

Veronica and Josie tumble into the back of the limo, laughing as they land in a disjointed pile on the seat. Tanner eases in across from them, grinning. A grin which changes to a look of shocked excitement as Josie latches onto Ronnie's head and pulls her in for a deep kiss.

Tanner watches, mystified as his two beautiful dates kiss sensually. Soft "mmmm" noises come from each of them as they gently stroke one another's faces and shoulders, giggling softly without breaking the kiss. They pull back slightly and their tongues wiggle seductively against each other, their hands moving in more intimate directions on each other's bodies.

The car pulls away from the curb as Veronica takes the lead, easing Josie down onto her back and trailing her tongue down her neck, over the top of her bust, then back up the other side to nibble her ear. Josie squirms and moans, her hands coming up to cup Ronnie's breasts, fingers squeezing before she pinches and tugs the hardening nipples between her fingers. Their mouths fuse together once more, their breaths coming in feverish pants.

Tanner feels himself growing hard in his slacks. He makes no move to touch himself. He is positive his turn will come. For now he is merely content to watch the supple female flesh writhing together in front of him.

Suddenly Veronica grabs the cup containing Josie's right breast and roughly hauls it downward, the tanned expanse of her luscious mound popping free, the surface rippling slightly from the jostling. Veronica captures her nipple in her mouth immediately, clamping her teeth on it and tugging it away from her breast, drawing a loud moan from Josie. She releases it to let it spring back, drawing another moan and a slutty grin from her sub. The nipple pebbles and stands firm like a gumdrop.

Veronica quickly frees the other breast and begins pinching and rolling her nipples in her hands for a moment then alternating with squeezing and molding her breasts. Josie squirms under her, crying out in pleasure.

"Oh Ronnie," She gasps, "Yes! Just like that!"

Still pinching her nipples, Veronica lowers herself between Josie's legs and begins to kiss her way down her cleavage. As she reaches the dress fabric she hauls it downward, but it will not go past her hips. She gives a frustrated grumble.

"Sit up, Little Girl." She says.

"Yes, Mistress." Josie replies, sitting up.

"Raise your arms."

Josie complies.

Veronica grabs the dress and skins it up and over Josie's head and off. She tosses it to Tanner with a mischievous grin.

Tanner ignores it. He is looking at his daughter.

Not only did Josie not wear a bra, but her choice in underwear to forego evidently extended to her panties as well. For when the dress comes off she lays back again, parting her legs and running her fingertips over her juicy cleft. Only her red heels and string of pearls remain.

Veronica runs her hands over Josie's soft tummy, drawing a giggle from her.

"So beautiful." She whispers. Josie blushes a deep pink.

Veronica trails her hands down Josie's tummy and between her thighs. She runs them up both thighs towards her knees, just gliding the fingertips lightly across the surface. Josie's chest heaves and she squirms, aching to be touched elsewhere.

Veronica slithers downward, kissing her way over Josie's soft tummy, giving little tongue flicks here and there, her breath hot on Josie's skin. Josie draws her knees up higher, exposing her pussy, panting with need.

Veronica positions her head between Josie's thighs and without warning plants her mouth onto her labial mound. Her tongue immediately begins a rapid circular motion on Josie's clit, even as her right hand deftly inserts two fingers with a soft squish.

Josie bucks and moans, her right hand reaching down to hold Ronnie's head, her left hand squeezing her left breast, pinching and tugging the nipple as she writhes with satisfaction.

"Yes, Mistress." She whimpers, "Thank you, Mistress."

As Veronica lowers herself down to orally please his daughter, Tanner notices that her repositioning has moved her rump within easy reach of him where he sits. He watches her butt wiggle back and forth under the sparkly black dress for a while, then decides he can wait no longer, and it's time he makes his presence felt.

Tanner leans forward and places both hands on Veronica's ass cheeks, squeezing lightly, just letting her know he is there. He hears her make a low moan against his daughter's juicy cunt, and she pushes back towards him, raising her ass higher, clearly wanting more.

Tanner hooks his thumbs under the hem of her dress and draws it upwards. Her pale ass cheeks come into view, the milky white skin flawless. She also is not wearing panties, and he can smell her arousal. It feeds his own.

Tanner slowly strokes his hands over the taut smooth flesh. He brings his right hand down and under, turning it palm up and feeling the silky flesh of her shorn cleft. Gliding his fingers around, he finds her clit. He rubs gently with two fingers while slipping his thumb into her depths.

Veronica moans into Josie's cunt, her breathing becoming audible as it comes in hissing pants through her nostrils. Her own pleasure stokes her fires, and she begins enthusiastically licking and slurping her way over Josie's quim, starting a chain reaction of pleasure. 

Josie looks over Ronnie at her father, her gaze smoldering hot. She grinds her pussy on Ronnie's face as her father's hand picks up speed, frigging her pussy so fast his hand blurs. Ronnie moans and squirms, sound muffled by the face full of cunt she is vigorously feasting upon. 

Tanner grins as he feels Ronnie's ass begin rising higher under his touch. She is getting close, and he wants to make her go off, hard. As she begins to crest, he removes his thumb from her pussy, readjusts his hand slightly, and presses his thumb firmly against her gently flexing asshole.

Veronica unleashes a whimpering cry of pleasure into Josie's sopping snatch. Her slick tunnel contracts forcefully, waves of pleasure radiating out from her core, causing her to shake violently. She momentarily forgets the hot pussy rubbing against her face as her own sex explodes in a supernova of silky wet heat.

"MMMMMGHHHH!" She grunts, "HUUUUMMMMMMGGGGHH!"

Her gently trembling body suddenly slides into a full-on tremor, and she then falls limp in Tanner's grip. If not for his hand under her hips she would surely have sunk to the floor of the limo.

Her lips come away from Josie's steamy sex. She pants and whimpers in the afterglow.

"Oh baby." She says, turning to look at Tanner over her shoulder. "Oh baayybee...."

Veronica turns slowly to Tanner, still kneeling on the floor. She knee walks between his thighs and spreads them gently with her hands. Breathing hard, she locks gazes with him as her hands deftly manipulate his belt buckle, loosening it and unfastening, then unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

Tanner and Veronica both groan as her seeking fingers close on his thick rigid shaft, still encased in his boxers. She gently massages his steely length, breathlessly anticipating the moment where he is plunging every inch into her receptive depths.

Josie quickly moves from her seat and tries to worm in next to Ronnie, but there is not enough room. She makes a pouting sound of frustration. Veronica hears her and makes a quick adjustment. She gets out from between Tanner's thighs, pushes them slightly closed, and takes up position on the outside of his right leg. Josie sees her plan and takes a mirror position on the outside of his left. Together they grab the waistband of his pants and tug them down. He raises his ass slightly to help them.

Veronica and Josie stare at the rigid engorged mass straining against the flimsy material of his boxers, silently waiting to be unleashed. Their hands slowly trail up to the waistband of his boxers, and they give a great firm tug at the same time. His last remaining barrier skins over his knees and down to his ankles, freeing his long thick shaft from confinement.

"Daddy." Josie says, her eyes never wavering from the cock she has so thoroughly enjoyed the past few days. "So big........I just can't get over......so big. So manly."

"I know." Veronica says, fingers twitching as she imagines how his hot veiny monster will feel held firmly in her palm. "He's definitely an alpha male. Such a stud."

She raises her eyes to his.

"I'm going to enjoy making you cum."

Tanner smiles at them both, but merely waits for them to make the next move.

Josie leans in, and as she does Ronnie moves as well. They gather his thick shaft into their hands, both purring at the heat radiating from his smooth flesh. They raise it up to point up at the ceiling of the limo as their fluttering tongues moosh into either side of his cockhead. They wiggle and flicker over and around the fat spongy head and over each other as well, stopping occasionally to deeply kiss one another, their full pouty lips wrestling back and forth until they are gasping and writhing against each other. 

Without a word between them, Josie and Ronnie begin to expertly service Tanner's enormous erection. Their mouths work in seemingly perfect concert, mouths suckle gently at the sides of a hot veiny shaft, tongues bestow firm wet licks to swollen purple glans, lips plant slobbery wet kisses on full engorged testicles.

Josie takes over, swallowing her father's cockhead and pushing herself down onto his length, humming deep in her throat as she engulfs him. She forms a firm suction and begins pistoning her mouth up and down, allowing her slippery spit to trickle down over his shaft, making it slick and shiny. As she does this Ronnie lays over his thigh and goes underneath, her rooting tongue slurping around his balls, suckling at their hot mass, silently wishing the creamy thick contents out to shower over her eager young body.

Soon. Her lust-fueled brain thinks. Soon.

Tanner moans and squirms, his hooked fingers clawing at the cushions of the limo seat. He never imagined that a blowjob from two eager experienced women could feel so good. His hands reach out to clutch at them, just trying to hold himself steady. Josie's smooth mouth-fucking encases every inch of his shaft in a wet blanket of silken heat as Ronnie's expert tongue bath on his balls keep his hips thrusting up off the seat, the tingly, tickly sensations of her wriggling tongue and suckling lips across the network of nerves engulfing his swollen pouch almost too much to handle.

The girls are excited by his moans, they sound desperate, helpless. Like a fly in the twin spider's web, they have him right where they want him. And they won't stop unless he begs. Maybe not even then. They are drunk with lust. His perfect male specimen of manliness wants, nay commands worship. 

And worship it, they shall.

"Oh god, girls!" Tanner gasps, his voice almost cracking from the strain. "Oh goddamn! Fuck Jos-UuuHUHNfffFUUUCKKKKK!"

Waves of pleasure wash over him, even though he is nowhere near climax. His hips surge upwards, seeking a momentary respite from the overwhelming pleasure they continue to drown him in. There is none to be found. Like a pair of lamprey eels they remain firmly attached to him, mouths working overtime to break him.

"Girls!" He whines out through his tightly clenched teeth. "Oh goooodammmmm girls! No more! Please! NO MORE! Ooooooh-t-tooooomuuuuuch! Please! PLEEEASSSE!"

His pleas fall on deaf ears. They only spurn them harder, faster. Silky wet heat, whispery feminine gasps and purrs, soft suckling slurps, slick oozing slobber. These are his reality, his world. His entire existence.

Can't take it! His brain says, Killing me!

Now the battle is physical as well as mental. Tanner is trying to push them away with his hands even as he silently wishes for these feelings to never stop, to simply overwhelm him until he can take no more. He shoves at their heads, but his pushes only provoke them further. They push back against his hands, guttural growls and grunts muffled by hot man-flesh assailing his ears. Their hands secure purchase on his clothes, mouths staying rooted in place no matter where he tries to run.

And impossibly, they up the ante.

Josie's hand encircles his throbbing shaft, pumping up and down through the slick slippery spit she has anointed him with. She squeezes tightly with her fingers, moaning around his fat head as she starts fast quick pumps of his glans in her sucking puckered lips.

As she does this Ronnie lifts his heavy drenched ballsack and probes under for his anus. She smiles as she finds it, pressing her tongue firmly into it even as her fingertips begin feather-light tickles of his boiling balls, her fingernails gently scratching the surface, playing his nerve endings like an expert concert pianist.

"G-God help-! Goood help me! Stop girls! Stop! Nnnnooo STOOOOP!"

Tanner moans in extreme pleasure and panic, his hips bucking wildly, seeking escape, finding none. His head falls back and he simply begins moaning aloud, over and over again. He has lost. He has nothing left. They have taken everything.

Well, almost everything.

Ronnie feels his testicles beginning to draw up against him. His thighs begin to quiver.

Oh yes. She thinks. Time to milk this bull. Gimme it all baby. I can take it.....

She raises up, planting her lips along the side of his shaft as she nudges Josie with her elbow. As she does this, her left hand stops tickling his pouch. She lowers it down, fingers slick with her spit, and without warning sticks her index finger in Tanner's ass, strumming wildly against his prostate.

As Ronnie's elbow nudges her, Josie eases up on her sucking, popping his plum-purple head from her lips. She plants them along one side of his mushroom head as Ronnie presses her head up next to hers, her own plum lips smooshing into the other side of his cockhead, forming almost a moist lip sandwich on either side of his straining head. Their mouths slurp and suckle at the spongy skin, tongues swirling across the surface like pleasure buffers. Moans of eager anticipation come from both of them. Josie's hand on his shaft is joined by Ronnie's free hand, and they both stroke hard and fast as Josie's other hand strums his balls and Ronnie's finger plumbs his anus.

"Ohhhh goooood giiiiiirls! I'm.....I'm......CUUUUUMMMING!"

Tanner releases an agonized cry of overwhelming pleasure. His hips buck wildly as his body overloads, conscious thought leaves him, there is only an all-encompassing shroud of hot wet pleasure pressing down on his crotch.