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Don't Touch Me There Ch. 01

By: pregnantex



"Come on, are you going to cum?"

Jesus christ. I had just spent thirty minutes licking my wife Beth, and she's giving me hell when it hasn't even been ten minutes of us having sex? Shit, if she maybe would turn over and let me have some bunny time, I'd be a little quicker.

"Yea...I'm getting there."

After 20 years of marriage, the same pattern continues. I get bossed around, told harder, higher, stop, spending whatever time is needed to give you a great oral orgasm. Because Beth doesn't want me masturbating her, and she can't cum during sex. No big deal. I love it. Well, I figured I better say something to keep her quiet.

"Oh...it feels good."

My turn comes, and it is sex on her back with a timer. Lord help me if I ask Beth to turn over. I'd get ten tons of grief, telling me how degrading it is to women. It can't be any less degrading than a man lying between your legs and licking your vagina like a popsicle. I kept up my talk, trying to distract her.

"Oh, you are so sexy..."

Oh, do I dare? I run my hands along the back of her thighs. Just thinking about it makes me throb in her wet, loose vagina. The vagina that was never the same after giving birth. One out of every ten times it is tolerated. If that.

Fuck, why not? We are on vacation. Just maybe. I slide my fingers a little closer, holding her bottom open. Beth's eyes are closed, head turned, showing no indication of concern. Her womanly tits are hanging to the side of her chest, never having fully recovered from nursing years ago. I do love how her areolas did double in size,though.

I can feel the prickly hairs that surround it. Still not a word from her. Slowly. Gently. If she just let me, then my orgasm would be hard and immediate. I lift my finger. I press. I found her poop hole. Oh christ, her body jerked away. It was a bad move.

"What the fuck! Don't touch me there! How many times do I have to tell you it doesn't make me feel comfortable. Play with your own asshole! Leave mine alone! God you are so fucking selfish!"

Beth was practically screaming at me as she rolled over on her side, whipping my penis out of her vagina. Fuck, it was just as well. It is so hard to cum inside of her these days, loose and unresponsive. Unimaginative. Uninterested. Her voice was no longer yelling, but the anger and tone was perfectly audible.

"You just jerk off thinking of some other girls poop hole."

With that, Beth snuggled up to her pillow and left me on my back, naked and erect. Fuck her. She came, I will too. I got up, went to the bathroom, and grabbed her face cream. It was the softest lotion we had. I quietly got back into bed, lubed up, and made myself cum in about three minutes.

As my body jerked, releasing myself onto my stomach, I moaned loud. Beth sensed that I was done, perhaps surprised at my speed. Maybe if she put forth the effort, I'd be equally as quick with her. She let out one final directive.

"I don't want to find a wet spot on my side."

I reached to the side of the bed and picked up her panties that I removed earlier Giving them a brief sniff, I wiped myself clean. One way or another, I was going to cum on her.

I woke up the next morning to Beth knocking on the adjoining door to our hotel room. Our daughter Sarah was tagging along, joining Beth and I in Florida for a late Winter vacation. Beth was a speech pathologist and had a conference in Sarasota. Only because it was Florida did Sarah agree to go. Or maybe is was because she got to skip school. And, with Sarah going, we decided we could make it a fun family trip.

"Sarah. Come on. Wake up! We are going to eat."

Well, I guess we were going to eat. Beth, it seemed, decided she could not make it a fun family trip. It was Monday, the first day of her conference, and we had spent the last two arguing about sunscreen, beach time, bathing suits, when to get up, when to go to bed, all in front of our high school daughter. It was her senior year and I could tell she could not wait for college.

And who could blame her with a mom that hounded her day and night about grades, boys, curfews, rides, calling, texting, posts, and every other way a mom can keep tabs on a daughter. If Beth wasn't careful, this would be one of the last family vacations. Sarah would be going to Northwestern and might never come back. I wish I was so lucky.

"Alright...I'm up..."

Sarah yelled from the other side of the door, clearly still in bed. Who could blame her. It was only 8:00am. Just because Beth had to get up, she expected everyone else to get up. That was life with her. I got the message and hopped into the shower, giving her a light kiss that was smoothly rebuffed. How were we going to last 5 more days in this hotel room?

I got out of the shower and walked into the room wearing a towel. Beth was getting herself ready, dressed perhaps a bit more like a hot secretary than a boring woman who works in the school district. She always had to be the best dressed, best looking woman in the room. I guess that was why I married her.

"Seriously? My face cream?"

Beth had confiscated the bottle that I used last night. Part of me cared, part of me did not.

"Well...I..."

Beth cut me off.

"Spare me."

With a final look in the mirror, Beth opened Sarah's door, yelling. 

"I'm getting a table. Meet me downstairs, 10 minutes, no later."

With that, Beth grabbed her bag, adjusted her outfit, and walked out of the room.

Sarah's room was dark. Her shades were still shut tight, and the only light was from the half open bathroom door. I could hear the shower running. My mind paused, wondering how my current, devious thought passed through the filter of acceptable thoughts. Usually, bad ideas were instantly identified and crushed. This idea lingered longer than it should.

"I wonder what she looks like naked..."

What was it, 5 years ago, when she was maybe 13 that I last saw her completely nude. Walking from the shower to her bedroom, mortified as she saw me standing in my bedroom looking for my wallet. She ran to her room, desperate to hide.

Since then, she was all towels. I must say, Sarah had no shyness about wearing them around the house, looking for fresh clothes in the basement, or lounging upstairs as she deliberated on what to wear. I was used to her wet hair, exposed legs, and seductive attire. But, the total package had been out of sight for some time.

Finding myself by her bathroom door was surprisingly erotic. I was aroused, about to spy on a woman, a young girl, naked and wet. She was my daughter, but my sexual fantasies had been fairly crushed during the last 20 years of marriage. Here was one thrown in my lap. I was going to act on it.

God, there she was, behind the clear glass, completely naked. I instinctively opened my towel and massaged my erection. Her breasts were young and large, exposed and unhindered by the confining clothes or bathing suits that her mother would allow. 

Sarah had the breasts of a full grown woman on her 18 year old body. They were almost in the shape of a banana, swopping forward with a gradual curve. Her breasts were as wide as they were long, topped with a bulbous nipple that had it's own well defined form. The bulk of a football. They were fantastic.

Her bottom was round and equally developed, a beautiful match for her chest. Similar to her mom, Sarah had dimples at the bottom of her back above a heart shaped butt, hips well defined and with a seductive curve. Her butt cheeks were firm and round, providing a well defined crease along her thighs, joining together along the center and hiding any treasures beneath.

Sarah turned to face me. Her deep blue eyes were open, staring into space. The face of a 14 year old, young and fresh. Lips that were full, skin that was blemish and wrinkle free, a soft pale white flesh, eyebrows that were dark and thin. Eyebrows that made it clear she had reached puberty even though the rest of her face said otherwise.

The sway of her breasts made it difficult to pull my eyes from them, watching the large areolas, almost being hypnotized by them. But the large, heavy bush that was just below Sarah's flat, bleached white skin could not be resisted. It was the bush of innocence.

Her mom had not let her shave, and apparently, did not let her trim. Sarah stood proud with her large, heavy bush dripping with water. It was her first bush, the pubic hair that grew from the small sprouts of a tender girl and remained, unbothered, during her journey to womanhood.

Suddenly, the water stopped. My trance was broken. Sarah had stopped her shower and was leaning back, pushing the water out of her hair. I backed away quickly, moving to my room with a raging erection, and sat on the bed. My mind was a blank.

Sarah came walking by the door, in her towel, and saw me sitting. She gave me a friendly morning smile.

"Hi dad. I'll be ready in just a sec."

She grabbed her clothes, walked back to the bathroom, and left the door open. I could hear her rustling, wanted to go back and watch. To relieve my hardness. But, it was too risky. I found my own clothes, dressed, and waited. When she arrived a few minutes later, hair dry and beautiful, I had settled down. We walked out to find Beth.

Sitting at the table, I was having a hard time focussing. Sarah had on her usual T Shirt and Jeans outfit. I was amazed how small her chest looked, how well her bra seemed to conceal her swollen breasts. She and her mom spent the breakfast talking. More like Sarah listening, being told how long she could go to the beach, the sunscreen to use, the stay with dad lecture. 

Sarah listened better than I could have. Maybe she just didn't listen at all. However she did it, we made it through breakfast. Beth stood up, smiling, telling us she'd be back before dinner and would meet us in the rooms. With her coolness mostly gone, she bent down and gave me a loving kiss. I stared at her butt as she left, recognizing it from the smaller version that I just watched shower this morning.

"Dad, can we go to the beach now?"

I wasn't completely out of it this morning.

"Didn't mom say not until after lunch?"

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"I'm not going to tell. Are you? Come on, please?"

Sarah knew she didn't have to ask or plead. It was our little game, figuring out ways to avoid the little rules that Beth put out - for both of us. We had an unwritten pact, passing smiles between us often when her mom wasn't looking. Beth would hand out directions and Sarah and I would smile, deciding if we should or should not follow them.

"Alright, fine. Let's just get our towels and suits, and then we can go."

Sarah looked at me with a wondering look. I waited for the question that was coming.

"Dad, can I have $40? I want to buy a suit I saw in the shops."

That was definitely mom territory. I was not a part of buying clothes for Sarah. But, her eyes forced the usual "yes" right out of me. I gave her the money, happy to generate the beaming smile that radiated from her face.

"Thanks dad."

With a hug, she almost skipped away. Excited for the mom free day.

I slipped on my suit, grabbed a towel and did the same for Sarah. I figured I better grab her suit also in case she didn't get the one she liked. It sure was a heavy one piece, thick, and did everything a mom would hope it would do. Hid her pubic area with an almost boy shorts type of bottom and crushed her breasts with a heavy foam padding behind the dark blue material. I picked up the beach bag that doubled as a cooler, still loaded with drinks and snacks, and left the room.

I found Sarah in the lobby without a bag. Apparently she had not found a suit, but I had to say, her chest seemed larger and free.

"No suit?"

She gave me the "you idiot" look that teenagers come by naturally.

"Yeah, I got it. I just put it on already." 

Well, that was that. She was all set. We got into the convertible mustang that we rented and Sarah drove, despite not being on the agreement. Another secret between us, one her mother would certainly not approve of. Sarah sped through traffic, aggressive, blond hair whipping around her face.

It was off season, and a Monday, so the parking lot at the beach preserve was fairly empty. The sun was hot and bright, shining in the clear blue sky. We both strolled through the path in our flip flops, Sarah leading the way. There were a handful of people at the entrance, all well over 40, and it was not her type of crowd. Sarah turned and we started walking up the beach.

"I've got some sunscreen if you want it now."

It was second nature for me to offer it, having been trained dutifully by her mom.

"No, I'm not going to use it today."

Oh shit. One more secret. They were starting to pile up.

"Well, don't burn. Mom will be pretty mad."

It was my usual reminder.

"Well, mom sounded pretty mad last night...dad..."

She turned and smiled. My eyes bulged.

"What...when was she mad..."

Sarah raised her eyebrows, smiling, knowing that I was trying to pretend nothing happened.

"I think it was when you tried to...

Fuck. She had heard everything!

"OK! OK! Forget I asked!"

Sarah was laughing to herself, almost happy that someone other than herself was the source of mom's anger. She was even a little sympathetic.

"Poor dad..."

Well, if Sarah had caught me spying this morning, she might have thought otherwise.

"Hmph. If you only knew..."

Sarah clearly having fun toying with me.

"The door was locked, so I'm not sure, but it sounded like..."

Time for a new subject.

"Alright! I got it!"

Apparently Sarah was trying to do a little spying of her own last night. I'd have to make a mental note to not get adjoining rooms next time.

"Why did you guys lock the door...huh????"

I shook my head, smiling.

"Well, we didn't want to get robbed..."

Sarah giggled. 

"Too bad I didn't have the extra key to see why mom got mad..."

I chuckled.

"Well, that probably would not have improved her mood...I'd advise against it..."

Sarah grinned.

"I'll be sneaky then...alright?"

I gave her my best annoyed smile, forcing myself to sound disapproving.

"Well, I don't think so, honey..."

We had been bantering for about five minutes and it seemed we were a good distance from the elders. Sarah honed in on a spot just out of eyeshot, right after a slight curve in the beach where the sea oats separated to form a small inlet of sand. It was cozy, just what Sarah was hoping for. She marched up to it, put down her towel and looked around. Our privacy was confirmed.

"So...dad, remember, no telling mom about my new suit."

She stood there, looking at me, waiting for final confirmation before revealing it. This was the second reminder. Apparently it was rated an obvious MSN - Mom Says No. One of many. I merely shrugged. 

"Yea, alright. Got it."

I was arranging my own towel, getting myself squared away with Sarah just to my right. I was now becoming curious, slightly aroused as she untucked her shirt, letting it hang over her waste. Kicking off her flip flops, Sarah gave me a wry smile as she unsnapped her pants. Sarah wriggled her bottom, squatting, pulling off her jeans. Her shirt still hid the bathing suit. The look on Sarah's face was almost inviting me to watch. 

"Alright, let's see the suit."

Sarah paused, like she was about to rip off a bandaid, holding onto the hem of her shirt. Closing her eyes, Sarah pulled up her shirt. She was ready to show off her new purchase. Well away from the critical eyes of mom.

Time seemed to stop as her arms dragged the shirt over her face. Two small, light blue triangles of fabric were swaying wildly on Sarah's chest, large and swollen, not constrained or flatted by her usual heavy clothing. The banana shape was even more apparent out of the shower and in the warm heat, swelling to warmth around them. The bulge of her nipple stood proud against the fabric, faintly outlined. 

Jesus, at least 90 percent of her breasts were exposed, pulled high as Sarah stretched her arms over her head. Small pieces of string held the slivers of fabric in place, wrapping under her arms only. There was no shoulder strap. The suit was definitely rated MSN. But, it was also rated DSY - Daddy Says Yes.

"What the hell, Sarah. Is that a swim suit, or fricking underwear?"

Sarah laughed, throwing aside her shirt. She was looking down at her bikini, admiring it, admiring herself, admiring her disregard to another mom rule. The wide triangular piece of fabric over her crotch was held in place by a similar small piece of string as her top. The entire material of the suit was less than one square foot. Hell, it was probably half of that. Sarah's bush was bulging against the lower fabric. Screaming to get out. And, it looked like a few succeeded around the sides.

"Ha, funny dad. It's a tanning suit, not really a swim suit."

Sarah was not a tanner. Sure, she had a slight tan line from the suit she was wearing the last couple of days. But, that tan line was basically a strap line around her shoulder with a very high cleavage. And her legs had a slight tan hue to them also, ending well below the small strings on her waist. But, the rest of her body was a bright, pale white. Virginal snow.

"My god, Sarah, you can't wear that here...You'll give every guy down there a heart attack."

Sarah looked around a saw nobody remotely close enough for her to care. And, when everyone seemed well over 40, none of them counted anyways. Sarah shrugged her shoulders. The small movement reverberated throughout her breasts. Fuck, even the breast meat below her nipples was on display, vibrating.

"Dad, nobody can even see us..."

Sarah turned around to look at her towel. Holy shit, her ass. Completely bare with the exception of a small T of string at the top that disappeared into the folds of her bottom. The bottom of her butt was completely exposed, revealing the well defined intersection of her ass and her thighs. The top of the suit, or rather, the string, traced along the upper curve of her ass. Dimples at the bottom of her back looked like small vaginas.

"Your butt..."

Sarah turned her head and looked over her shoulder. The bleach white appearance of her ass cheeks was shocking. Clearly, Sarah had never pulled down her panties anywhere other than in her room or on the toilet. Her heart shape bottom flexed slightly as we both looked at it.

"I know...it's so white..."

She was completely unconcerned about my staring eyes. Sarah turned and sat down on her towel, laying back, letting her tits wobble to position. Letting me admire them in her new suit. Keeping her legs together, Sarah hid the inside of her thighs. But the damage was done. I sat down next to her, on my towel, desperate to hide my arousal.

"So, do you want the sun-screen...?"

Sarah found her pants, leaning away from me, looking almost naked. Back in position, she held a flat bottle of tanning oil. She must have slipped it into her pockets.

"Nope. I've got this."

She sat up and started squirting herself with a fine mist of oil that smelled of coconut. Her shins, her thighs, her stomach, her chest, each arm, all receiving a healthy sheen. When her white skin was glistening, Sarah slowly began to rub the oil into her body. I sat and stared.

Her legs and hips were quick and simple, but when she got to her stomach, her fingers slowed and slipped deftly under her straps. I was given a brief glimpse of the top of her bush as she moved across her waist, spreading the tanning oil. Fingers pressed into her flat white stomach and moved slowly up to the bottom of her tits.

Sarah cupped the underside of her breasts, toying with the exposed flesh that was swelling beneath her nipples. She ran her fingers into the folds of her breasts, lifting each one gingerly, exposing the inner meat of her boobs. Sarah let her fingers slide effortlessly under the fabric, rubbing into her nipples, making sure her entire breast was being coated. She tilted her head, acknowledging my leering eyes with a dissatisfied grin. I spoke, nervously, trying to make light of my stares.


Don't Touch Me There Ch. 01



"Do you want me to put on the oil, honey..."

Sarah slid her hands from under the small triangles of fabric, maneuvering them back into position with her thumbs. A sliver of areola made an appearance and she adjusted accordingly. Sarah mocked annoyance.

"No, I don't think so dad..."

Finishing the top of her chest, wiping her hands clean on the flesh, Sarah squirted a bit of oil down each arm, rubbed them thoroughly, and then lay down on her back. Her body was lubed up. Putting on her earphones, Sarah tapped her phone a couple times and put it down next to her. The music was on. It was time to tan. 

For me, it was time to find a quiet place and masturbate. Nobody would mind if I just hunkered down for probably 2 minutes. Fuck, did Sarah just put on a show. Her mom would have killed me and then used my dead arms to beat the hell out of Sarah if she found us like this. Sarah essentially looked like a little fuck toy. I lay down on my stomach, deciding against masturbating in public, and tried to sleep away the pain.

After some time I could sense some rustling next to me. I opened my eyes to peak. Sarah had turned over and was on her hands and knees, repositioning her towel. Here large banana shaped footballs were hanging down, pulling against the fabric. Fuck, they were not just pulling against the fabric, they were freeing themselves. At least half of her nipples on each breast were exposed while her tits swung free. Sarah had not yet realized. 

Grabbing her oil, Sarah put her stomach on the towel and twisted towards me to reach the back of her legs. With the strain, Sarah's top slid clean up her chest and exposed her breasts, stretching into her body. My eyes grew like saucers as Sarah's quickly looked down, startled at the exposed feeling. She briefly glanced at me, saw my stare, and quickly put her chest back down on her towel.

"Dad! Don't look at them!"

Fuck. How could I not. All she did was expose the remaining 10 percent. Her nipples, swollen from the heat, glistening with sweat, bulbous against her smooth white boobs. 

"Well, honey, it's a little hard to not look when they are bouncing around like that..."

Sarah was repositioning her top, feeling the fabric back into position. Satisfied, she slowly turned away from me to spray her legs. It was even worse. The crack of her ass opened slightly revealing a dense patch of anal hair. The view from behind was better. Sarah changed her town, sounding a bit sarcastic.

"Well, you don't have to stare..."

If it were Beth, I'd have snuggled up behind her, pulled her suit to the side, and tried to penetrate her in this spooning position. As it was, my daughter would probably run screaming down the beach if I performed that move on her. So, I decided against it and merely ogled the small patch of hair, trying to pry open her ass with my eyes.

It didn't work. Sarah coated her legs and back as best she could. Lying down, she turned and stuck her tongue out at me. Then, she adjusted her earphones and lay down, arms sprawled above her. I decided I needed to calm down so I headed to the water, essentially running in and away from the naked form of my daughter.

The water was refreshing, but I found myself sitting in the water, rubbing my erection, leering at Sarah on the beach. Peering desperately at her ass, imagining the treasures that lay beneath. Remembering that same tight ass on Beth when she was in college. Remembering pulling down her panties for the first time, kissing her bottom. Smelling her scent.

Holy christ. Sarah is lifting... Hell, she's pushing her ass back towards me. Getting up. The dark center of her bottom is spreading open, covered by a thin string, revealing what looks like the outline of an asshole. And a hint of pink, just below. Oh, fuck, she's standing, turning towards me, running. Look at her face. Smile. Pay no attention to her tits. I was time to stop rubbing myself.

"Hey honey..."

Her tits were swinging wildly as she ran towards me. Her hands move dup, holding them in place, keeping the fabric centered and doing their job. She smiled at me then started laughing as she got closer. Laughing like the little girl she was, at herself, at her stupidity, at her incredible sex appeal in the little suit. She got to the waters edge and slowed.

"It's so hot..."

Sarah kept one hand over her chest, covering her breasts. I could not help my response.

"You do look hot..."

Sarah grinned at the double meaning of my statement, slightly thrusting out her chest to me as a thank you. Wading out to me, in water just up to my stomach, Sarah slid her body into the ocean and disappeared. As she always does, Sarah jumped up with her head back and pushed the water from her hair. Bad idea. She was clearly not used to her new little teeny bikini.

This time, the fabric was pulled low by the water. Her tits sprung free for the second time, dripping in water. Her nipples were rock hard, erect, and pointing right at me less than two feet away. Sarah immediately cupped both breasts, covering them, turning her back to me as quickly as she could. I watched as she maneuvered them back into position.

"Wow. Now you look cold."

Sarah slid her chest underwater and turned to face me. She had an annoyed look on her face, but still smiled through it.

"Funny, dad."

She did her usual tongue poke. I figured I'd better not push it.

"I can see why mom might not like the suit."

Sarah laughed at this, looking up at me from the water.

"Ha. Could you imagine, mom, wearing a suit like this? I'd die."

I smiled back, completely agreeing with her assessment.

"Well, maybe I'll get her one and have her try it on tonight..."

Sarah turned and walked slowly away from me, keeping her body underwater.

"Yea, good luck with that. Leave the door unlocked so I can see how she looks..."

I slowly waddled through the water, watching as Sarah stood up in the shallow water. Her pale ass glistened, exposed, dripping with water. My mind was back in the gutter.

"Ha...I'll leave it unlocked if you let me put on your tanning oil..."

Sarah strutted away, almost running to the towel to hide her breasts from me. At any moment, they could pop out. She had learned her lesson. My reward was her wobbly ass, jiggling with every step. Like she was naked, running to the blanket so I could fuck her.

"Alright, but if mom finds out, you're the one who left the door open, not me!"

I stopped, watching Sarah run to the blanket and get on her stomach. Her movement was too quick for me to get a good view, and her legs were clamped together. But, it was not what I saw, but what I heard that stopped me. I returned to a slow walk. Sarah had essentially just accepted my offer to oil her body if she cold watch her mom and I have sex.

"I'm not leaving any doors open. You're on your own there."

Sarah was now flat on her towel, arms over her head. She grabbed the oil, holding it hostage.

"Well, then I can just do this myself..."

I pulled the oil from her hand and she got on her elbows, twisting her head to look at me, protecting her breasts.

"I said I'd unlock it. You open it."

Sarah gave me her fake annoyed look, scrunching her face.

"Fine. It better be."

Sarah lay her head down, resigned to the oiling. I was rock hard staring at her naked back. Her essentially bare bottom. Her long and slender legs. An elderly couple was approaching down the beach, walking along the water. We were about 20 feet away from the shoreline, so they wouldn't be walking right by. But, I was certainly going to have to keep my penis in my pants.

I prayed a fine mist of oil on Sarah's back. Place the oil by her side, I moved my hands softly into her shoulders, rubbing them. Sarah clearly enjoyed the pressure of hands that were not her own. I was probably the first guy to ever do such a thing, and perhaps she had imagined many nights what hands on her shoulders would feel like.

"Oooh...That feels good..."

I rubbed into her firm muscles, traced a path down her spine, caressing the thickness that borders it. Sarah pushed her hands into the sand, keeping herself in position, trying to push back. Down to her dimples, circling them with my fingers, pretending that I was massaging her clit. Along her sides, feeling her ribs, allowing my fingers to find the swell of her breast pressed out to the side.

Sarah squirmed at the foreign hands rubbing an intimate area of her body. I moved my focus, returning to the center of her back. Pushing. Rubbing. Distorting. When it was covered, I grabbed the bottle and slid down to her calves. A couple sprays up the back of her legs, and she was ready for kneading.

I pushed up the back of her calves, rubbing the oil softly. I paused at the back of her knees, circling the sensitive area. Sarah's legs were clamped shut. I moved my hands between her knees, easily slipping between her bones with the grease of the oil. I gently pressed, moving my hands wide and into her thighs. Her legs spread gently, then she resisted.

"Dad, what are you doing...?"

I held my position, resisting the squeeze of her legs.

"Just putting on your oil...Can you spread your legs a little for me...You do want the door unlocked, don't you?"

Sarah didn't move. Her mind was processing the request. She did have her suit on. Reluctantly, she opened them a few inches.

"Fine."

She sounded bothered, but it also sounded disguised. I really didn't spend much time wondering as my mind was too busy trying to focus on the sight before me. The space between Sarah's legs, where the fabric clearly stopped inches short of covering her pussy.

The small triangle of fabric ended right in the middle of what looked like her birth canal, but it was zipper shut. Not like Beth's, loose and open. Sarah had merely a fold of skin with two soft petals poking out. Hair was bulging out, covering the soft white skin, not yet red from hormones or age. Sarah clearly did not look at the suit in the mirror from this angle.

"Are you almost done?"

Sarah sensed that I had stopped. I grabbed the oil, faking it as the reason for the pause.

"No...just getting some oil."

I sprayed the back of her legs. Sarah's head popped up are my hands touched the back of her thighs, feeling her legs be forced gently wider. The string between her legs was forcing itself into her birth opening. The black of her hair was clearly visible through the thin layer of damp fabric.

"Your suit looks nice from back here..."

Sarah looked over her shoulder and down at her butt. Proud with her body. 

"Ha. I bet it does."

Sarah watched as my hands pushed onto the round swells of her bottom. She was curious about the feel of the foreign hands, interested in watching them touch her where she had not been touched before. Not since she was wearing diapers. Sarah bit her lower lip, feeling the electricity it generated between her legs. My hands pushed into the bottom of her butt and moved it outwards, spreading her open. Sarah watched. Remembering what I tried to do to her mom.

"Your bottom needs some oil..."

The string split Sarah's anus in two, not even enough to cover the opening that was breathing back at me. Black anal hairs were pressed into the sides of her butt check, folded out of the way like quills. I grabbed the bottle of oil, looking at Sarah's wild eyes. The little girl was gone. A horny woman stared back at me. With a flare of her nostrils, she turned her head and arched her back.

"OK..."

I sprayed her bottom heavily down her crack. Oil raced between her cheeks, tracing the racetrack of the string. The flow stopped and pooled at the tuft of hairs around her anus. They defended it well. However, they couldn't stop my thumbs, running along the inside of her butt cheeks, kneading her, pushing into the dense ring of hairs. 

"Can I...can I get all of it...?"

Sarah showed no resistance or complaints as I moved near her biological center. Instead, her head looked around, peering over the sea oats that protected us. Her voice was heavy and filled with desire.

"Is anyone coming..."

I had a better view, taller and on my knees.

"No...nobody..."

She looked forward and simply responded.

"OK. But do it quick..."

Sensing permission had been granted, my thumb hooked into the string between her butt cheeks. With a simple pull to the side, was now staring right at my daughters asshole. Sarah responded, shocked at the violation, but clearly willing to let it proceed.

"Ohmygosh..."

It was an asshole of sheer beauty, perfectly symmetrical, and a soft brown with a light pink center. Not the wrinkled, dark brown asshole of her mom, with abrupt ridges and a scar down the front from birth. The oil dripped into it, following the fold left from the pressure. My thumbs moved low and began to rub it into her poop hole.

"Whoaaa...dad..."

Another outburst of shocking pleasure. My finger ran over the center, tracing it, while my eyes stared at the bush poking out from below. Sarah's slit was shining, clearly wet from the ocean, but also from her excitement. Rubbing into her asshole, the oil created an easy path. I slipped inside her bottom.

"Uggghhh..."

Sarah put her head down, overcome with excitement from the taboo violation. For many girls, it is a source of pure ecstasy to have their bottom fingered. Sarah was clearly one of them. I wiggled inside of her rectum, rubbing the smooth wall, probing her in ways her mother never allowed. Sarah had probably seen this a hundred times on the internet. Girls seem to expect it these days.

Sensing her willingness to be invaded rectally, I let my finger slide free. Her poop hole gasped for air like a dying fish, wondering where her friend just went. I moved my face low, gently kissing the inside of her butt. My tongue found the rough hairs, licked them, and then hovered over her asshole. I began licking it like I would her mom's clit.

"Oh...dad...don't...someone's going to see...not on the beach..."

Her voice was resisting, but clearly, her body wasn't. Hearing her words, though, did remind me of the obscene risk I was taking, licking my daughters asshole for the world to observe. It had been less than a minute of nudity and obscenity, but time flies when your having fun. I let the swimsuit slip back into place. Sarah spoke with surprise and a hint of appreciation.

"Wow...that was so dirty, dad..."

Sarah was almost mumbling to herself. She didn't mind the abuse, only the public location. I softly rubbed Sarah's butt, tucking the string back into position, wondering if we could get back to the hotel before her mom. But, I was also having a bit of post sexual regret, amazed at the violation that Sarah just allowed. I was almost scared to look at her. Apparently, Sarah was having none of the same feelings. She was excited.

"Are you ready for the front?"

Sarah rolled over, not hearing an immediate answer. I was still tasting the must from her butt hole, processing that I just licked the bottom I used to clean many years ago. Sarah was leaning on her elbows, tits squeezed together and leaking areola on the right. It did not help my erection settle down.

"I probably wasn't ready for the back..."

Sarah fell back, closing her eyes. Her hands were placed dutifully by her side.

"Just watch for people..."

Sarah wasn't putting down any barriers. Any rules. Except, don't let people see you molest me. Fuck, she was 18. If this was exciting to her, interested her, drove her sexually to a point where rational thought left her, I was not going to try and change her mind. It was her vacation to, for christ sake.

After licking someone's asshole, there is a little less formality in a massage. Now, as I sprayed oil on her shins, Sarah showed no reluctance in spreading her legs gently. The suit was wedged between her legs, leaving small trails of pubic hair to border the sides. I noticed a group of people coming, so merely kept my rubbings soft and local to her legs.

"Just a sec, someone's walking by."

Sarah smiled a devilish grin, knowing she was close to getting caught doing something she should not be.

"Are they looking?"

One of the lady's gave me a smile, looking right at us as I glanced up. I smiled back.

"No. They are just looking in the water for shells."

I sprayed some oil on her thighs, preparing them for when the people moved further away. When it was safe, I rubbed her thick muscles, careful to stay away from her pubic region. I pushed into her bony hips and down the sides of her legs, rubbing the swells of her bottom. Then again up the center of her thigh, over her hip, pulling her suit up tight to her vagina. Half of her bush was now visible. I was going to save that for last.

"Your suit looks so good on you..."

Another squirt of oil on her stomach. I circled her innie of a belly button, fingering it like a vagina. Pushing it into her stomach. My hands moved to her sides, feeling the start of her rib cage, and then slid under her breasts. Gently rubbing the exposed flesh. I move to Sarah's arms and pushed them over her head, stretching her body. She didn't complain in the least. 

"Mmmm...dad..."

Sarah's body squirmed softly, lost in her own mental imagery. My hands returned to the base of her chest. My heart was beating. My fingers trembling. Sarah, my nubile 18 year old daughter lay before me, submissive and willing. I took a deep breath and pushed along the sides of her chest, finding the string, and pushing her tanning suit over her breasts.

"Jesus, Sarah...they're,..beautiful..."

Sure, I had a peak this morning and a few at the beach. But, nothing could prepare me for boobs that had been lying in the hot sun, swelling in a banana like fashion with large golf ball size nipples that were puffy and engorged. Sarah looked at her exposed state, completely familiar with the appearance of her chest.

"Mom says I have banana breasts...and my nipples get so puffy..."

My hands pushed into their teenage firmness, not yet affected by nursing or years of gravity. They immediately returned to there form when I released them, running my hands back down her sides to start again. The last quarter of each breast was all nipple, and I had to imagine every woman wished they had breasts like Sarah's.

"God, I wish she had them..."

Sarah just let me play with them, distorting them, watching the nipples explode between my fingers. I expected her to begin lactating at any moment. Sarah watched the manipulations, leaning her head forward, curious at the sensation of a man rubbing her chest. Proud of what was being displayed. 

"They feel so firm..."

Sarah and I locked eyes as I felt her boobs. Seeing no hint of regret in her eyes, I lowered my head, eyes still locked, and inhaled her left nipple. Sarah's eye's squinted and became glassy, the smile fading to pursed lips. Her nipple hardened in my mouth as my tongue probed the soft and silky flesh. As I suckled, Sarah closed her eyes and lay her head back.

"Ooohhhh...yea...dad.."

It was obviously pleasurable for her. For me, it was electrifying. None of the sag or droop and marshmallow texture that her mom's chest had. Sarah was rigid and full of firm bounce. My mouth slid over to the other breast, finding an identical twin. I opened my mouth wide, extending my teeth around her nippled, and gently bit. Sarah chirped.

"Eeeekkk..."

It was more a response, not any sort of complaint. Again I looked around and saw the group far down the beach, still walking away. I grabbed the oil, sprayed each tit with a healthy coating, and then gave them the best breast massage Sarah ever had. Hell, it was probably the only one.

Flopping this way, then pushing that way, then up to her chin, then down flat into her body, squeezing them together, pushing them wide. My hands tickled her nipples, spread them wide, pushed into their puff. Sarah let it all happen, tingling at the feelings in her body. Wanting them to continue. I wanted to continue them. With a final push, I slid my body low.




Don't Touch Me There Ch. 01



Sarah knew what was coming. She was ready for the exposure. She bent her knees instinctively, providing the access she knew was required. I grabbed her bottoms, sensing her energy and excitement. With a quick tug, I pulled them off of her hips and down her legs. Sarah desperately kicked her legs, wanting nothing more than to free herself from the fabric. Quickly sitting up, she looked around again.

"OK. But hurry."

I froze, staring at the virginal bush that lay before me. Never touched. Never trimmed. Carefully grown since puberty. A bush on soft, pale skin, showing none of the deep reds or pinks that come with age and birth, Sarah's bush extended at least half of her midsection, and went from the top of her pubic bone to the back of her asshole. It was exotic.

"Show me what you like..."

I half asked because I wanted to know, and half so I could spend more time watching. Sarah looked around again and then lay back. Moving her hands onto her stomach, Sarah separated the hairs around her clit and pulled back, forcing it to bulge into view, a shiny hot pink tic tac. Sarah held her right middle finger over it.

"I do this..."

Holding every bit of her body still, Sarah expertly circled her orgasmic center with small quarter inch movements as quick as she could. Her pussy lips began to separate, leaking a clear liquid. She continued for about ten seconds and then slid her hands free. She just showed me how she liked to masturbate. I was to finish the job.

"OK, I'll try..."

I leaned forward and started my job. Eager to finish what she started. My tongue extended and made contact with her pussy, tasting the sweet warm nectar that was leaking from her pores. Sarah's body jerked.

"Oh my god, dad, yea...like that..."

I licked fast and hard, moving my fingers into her folds. Probing her. Exploring her. Finding her birth canal, I cautiously entered and felt the thin resistance of her hymen. Sarah's breath held fast, wondering what I would do. I merely back away, unwilling to snap her virginity with my fingers. My finger slid lower, rubbing around the sides of her poop hole. Instinctively staying clear from years of chiding from her mom.

"It's OK, you can touch me there...I won't get mad..."

Sarah clearly heard everything, just like she implied. My finger moved towards her poop hole, pushing into it, slipping easily inside with the recent oiling. Not stopping at the first, nor the second knuckle. Sarah's rectum easily sucked in my entire digit, welcoming it, gripping it. I wiggled it inside of her as I licked her pussy. It was all she needed. Her body was ready to cum with the rapidity that all teenagers orgasm with.

"Oh, god dad...ohmygod..."

Sarah bucked her body hard into my face. It had been less than two minutes, but already, she was orgasmic. Her anus squeezed me hard as her legs wrapped around my head, holding me in place. Another prodding with my finger, another shudder from Sarah. I moved my free hand high, pushing it into her boobs, kneading them. Sarah stopped her movements.

"Man, I hope nobody saw that..."

I slipped my finger out of her bottom with a slight mewing sound from Sarah. I slid my body onto her nude figure, smother her chest with mine. I looked into her eyes and kissed her deep. Sarah looked a bit confused, pushing me back as my tongue tried to slip into her mouth.. 

"Dad, don't kiss me like that..."

I guess all daughters have their limits. I rolled off of her, running my hands through her bush.

"It's so pretty..."

Sarah was not having it.

"Mom won't let me shave it."

I kissed her on the side of her face. She sighed heavily, recovering from her orgasm. She turned and lay on her side, letting her boobs hang down. Wanting them to be the focus, not her vagina. I figured there was nothing I could say, so I just remained quiet. Sarah was oddly quiet also. Her mind was clearly thinking. She made a decision and spoke.

"So, do I get to oil you?"

I looked at her face, dragging my eyes away from her large red nipples. She had a mischievous smile looking back at me with intense blue eyes. 

"That was not the deal. And you wouldn't want to know where I need oil...:"

Sarah was up, scrambling to get her suit back on. The small group of people were returning from their walk. The last thing she wanted was to be found naked with her dad in a beach park. I watched in sadness as her breasts were covered up and her legs stepped into her suit and was pulled up to cover her bush. She got down on her knees and grabbed the oil. I lay back, watching as she stared at the erection in my suit.

"I know where you need oil..."

Sarah began spraying my stomach. I let her, unable to resist the eagerness and curiosity of a young teenage girl. Even if she was my daughter. Her hands began rubbing the oil into my stomach, swirling the hairs around. Sarah leaned into me, almost kissing me.

"You need oil here..."

Sarah slid her hand into my bathing suit, grimacing as she found my hard penis, almost growling at me. I closed my eyes, unable to process the overwhelming feelings that my daughters hand generated from the taboo touching. Sarah rubbed the oil into my erection, over my balls, and quickly withdrew her hands.

"Just a sec, people are coming back..."

Sarah lay down on her side, slowly rubbing her hands along my stomach as the people strolled by. When they all seemed to be looking away, Sarah quickly slid a palm into my bathing suit, smiling, looking at me with a devious grin. 

I looked back at the people, making sure they walked on by. The woman who smiled at me had a scowl on her face as she looked at us. She had no idea show the girl was, but she didn't approve of her hands down my shorts. She turned and kept walking. Sarah giggled.

"I think she saw..."

Sarah squeezed my penis as she giggled, reminding herself of the source of the joke. We both watched them walk away, Sarah fondling me the entire time. When they were gone, Sarah got back on her knees. She was eager to see her first penis up close. Instead of waiting for her, I simply pushed down my shorts. Sarah's eyes grew like saucers.

"Oh,,wow..look at the veins..."

Sarah had dropped the giggles and replaced them with lust. I lay back and let her inspect, to look at my balls, to stare at the head, the pee hole, and the movement as blood rushed through my shart. Sarah grabbed the oil bottle and sprayed it, watching my reaction glisten in the sunlight.

"Your balls are...so wrinkley..."

Sarah was good at stating the obvious. Her hand reached out and rubbed the shaft, smoothing out the oil. I moaned at the tenderness of her touch.

"Careful...something might happen..."

Sarah continued, unconcerned. 

"It's OK...does this feel good?"

Sarah was no pumping my shaft slowly and steadily. She had excellent form, but was a little to far from the tip to generate any clear and present danger of me cumming. So, I lay back and watched, letting her stroke me.

"It does..."

Sarah seemed proud.

"Are you going to...you know...cum..."

I stared at the beautiful blonde beside me, a mind filled with lewd and obscene activities that are generated by a man ready to orgasm. 

"I might...if you...do things..."

Sarah kept staring at the penis in her hand, her first erection that she was helping build up to an ejaculation. She would do anything to make it happen.

"I'll do anything..."

Sarah had moved her free hand to my balls, rubbing them, gently holding them. Sarah could have made me cum by doing nothing but this. My mind, however, wanted a little more of a show.

"Show me your boob..."

Sarah kept up her slow rubbings as she leaned back. Her left hand pulled down her top, exposing both of her tits.

"Put one in your mouth..."

Sarah didn't even flinch. Didn't hesitate. She lifted her right breast towards her face and bent her head forward. Her mouth opened and seem to inhale her nipple. Sarah was nursing herself while she watched her other hand masturbate me...

"Do you want me to do it, or you..."

Sarah looked at me, wild eyed, with a tit in her mouth. Releasing it, letting the wet nipple flop free, she sounded astonished at my question.

"Oh...can I watch you?"

I slid my hand onto my erection, taking over for my daughter.

"Do you want to watch me make myself cum?"

Sarah looked up and down the beach. Satisfied, she returned her eyes to the prize.

"Yea. Please..."

I picked up my pace, images racing through my mind. I had a wife who wanted to hear none of them but a daughter willing to act out any of them.

"Let me see your bottom..."

Sarah obediently twisted on her knees and held her bottom next to my face. I stared at the thin string that split her butt cheeks.

"Pull down your panties...'

I said panties, but Sarah knew what I meant. She reached behind and pushed her suit down to her thighs. Her teenage vagina hung low, bulging out from the pressure of her position. I felt my erection bulge.

"God, Sarah, you have mom's butt...spread it open..."

Sarah put her hands on her lower butt cheeks and pulled it open, just like the thousand of online cam girls. It was a standard request. Sarah was keeping to her promise, doing anything, desperate to watch my semen squirt. I leaned forward and licked her spread bottom, finding her asshole. Unlike her mom, Sarah pushed back, helping my probings. I backed away.

"Push open your poop hole..."

Sarah could sense I was getting close to orgasm. My pace was quickening. My veins were throbbing. She instantly complied. Her asshole seemed to explode, almost volcanic. I stared at the pink center, rubbing myself to the graphic pornography my daughter was providing. I licked the center, pushing into her, and then backing away.

"Hurry dad, I see people..."

I looked up, seeing a group about 100 yards away. I rubbed harder, looking at her butt. Leaning back, I smothered her asshole. Sarah bore down, anus flaring open in my mouth. I rimmed her opening, tasting her dirt. Feeling the crinkled center of her core biology. I was close.

"Come on..."

Sarah was pushing back, almost sitting on my face, pushing her asshole into my mouth. Doing what she could to help speed my orgasm. I rubbed. I licked. I was close to orgasm. And then I felt it, the feelings start to rush over me. I poked my tongue into her poop hole, pointing hard. As I slipped in, tasting the inner flavor of my daughter, I came all over my stomach.

"Oooohhhh wowwww..."

Sarah was unconcerned about my mouth. My findings. Her position on my face. Sarah was locked on the stream of white semen erupting from the penis being masturbated for her pleasure. If it meant pushing open her ass into her dad's mouth, and letting his tongue violate her, so what. Just look at what her dad is doing, violating himself in an equally obscene manner. Another spray.

"Dadd...oh...jeeze..."

Sarah had clamped shut her butt at my ejaculation, squeezing out my tongue. She leaned forward, moving her ass away, wanting the best view possible. I lay back, physically and mentally spent, letting my penis lay deflated for Sarah to inspect. She lifted it, squeezed the head, watched the semen leak out, all while pulling up her suit and tucking in her breasts. A definite multi-tasker.

"There is so much sperm..."

Lovingly, Sarah took her towel and wiped the semen from my stomach and the small amount that had lander on her. Apparently, either she got to close or I was too wound up from the obscene fantasy my daughter happily performed for me. She slid up my suit and covered me up. I dozed off.

I woke a bit later to the sound of Sarah's phone ringing. She answered it.

"Hey mom, what's up? No, we just got to the beach. Not much, just chilling. Yea, I've got sun-screen. Yes, I'll have dad put it on. The one that's a park. Really? Oh, OK. Sure, I'll tell him. See you soon. Bye."

Sarah turned and looked at me, startled. 

"Mom is getting done early. She's going to be here, in about thirty minutes. I can't let her see me like this! We have to go back! Hurry!"

I sat up, reached into my bag, and pulled out her other suit.

"Here, I grabbed it just in case."

Relieved, Sarah was already peeling of her bikini, fearful that at any moment, Beth might show up. The brief appearance of my naked daughter again was bringing me back to life. She quickly put on her heavy one piece and jammed the small bikini into her pants.

"Thank god, that was smart."

I looked at her beautiful figure in the suit, drawn to it in a way so much different than when I saw her in it yesterday. I was seeing what lay beneath, despite the impenetrable material.

"So, should I put on your sun-screen?"



Don't Touch Me There Ch. 02



The day at the beach turned out better than I had expected. My wife Beth was back from her conference, early, and apparently in a good mood. Even our daughter noticed the change, no longer being hounded about sun-screen or time in the sun. 

I was a bit mentally checked out, having just masturbated for my daughter in the tall grass. And, frankly, I had to put the blame on Sarah. 

She asked me for money. 

She bought a tanning suit. 

She wore it in front of me. 

She let her boobs slip out. 

She went into the water and created a see through nightmare. 

She bought the tanning oil. 

She complained about our door being locked at night. 

She accepted the offer to let me put on tanning oil for leaving our door unlocked.

She had larger breasts than her mom.

The list could go on and on. I rationalized, examonized, and justified from all angles. Sarah seemed completely unbothered by the experience. But I kept watching my wife, wondering if she noticed anything different about me. Like, did she notice that I had enjoyed our daughter?

We left the beach late in the afternoon. Beth had brought lunch, so we had a nice family picnic. Sarah wanted to stop and shop, and Beth was feeling generous, so we went to the mall and walked around. While we were alone, Beth let me know why she had been so stressed.

"I gave my presentation today. I'm sorry I've been so bitchy, I just get so nervous when I have to talk in front of so many people."

I didn't even know she was giving a presentation.

"Wow, honey. You never even said anything about it. What was it about."

She went on to talk about language development in children, things I really didn't pay much attention to. I was jus glad to know that the cold shoulder would be hopefully going away. That days would be less aggravating, that Sarah would be spared her mom's bickering, and my nights with Beth might be a bit more of what a horny husband would hope for.

After a couple of hours of walking through the mall, Sarah and her mom each had a couple bags of things I'm sure they desperately needed. It was like any other day at the mall, and I almost thought that entire beach experience might have been a dream. But, when Beth slipped into the bathroom, just before leaving, Sarah gave me a coy smile.

"So, are you going to get mom the suit?"

The tanning suit. The one I sarcastically said I was going to buy for Beth. The one that led to my bargain with Sarah. Putting on tanning oil, which led to slipping off her suit, which led to more things a father should not do to his daughter.

"I...didn't see one here..."

Sarah smiled, clearly not buying it. 

"Well, it still has to be unlocked..."

I shrugged and smiled, pretending to have no clue what she was referring to.

"I don't know what your talking about."

Sarah stuck out her tongue. Beth saw, walking back from the bathroom.

"What's that all about?"

Sarah looked at me, smiling, letting me know she knew that I knew she had I secret that I didn't want her mom to know about.

"Dad just said he didn't like my suit."

My eyes flinched at the word. Sarah grinned at my reaction. Beth just moved us along.

"Well, maybe you and dad can get a new one before you go the beach tomorrow. Yours isn't quite appropriate for Florida beaches."

I had news for her. The alternative suit was much less appropriate.

Dinner at the hotel was, well, dinner at the hotel. We ended up having it in our rooms, all three of us on the bed, watching the latest Mission Impossible release. I'm not even sure what the movie was about, spacing out, catching my daughter smile out of the corner of her mouth any time I glanced at her. We had all changed into our pajamas, trying to relax and wind down from the day. It was not working.

Sarah and I were each counting down the hours. The minutes. The seconds. Sarah was clearly excited, I was clearly nervous. Was I really going to let Sarah peek on her mom and I having sex, if we did even end up having it? What sounded like a funny little joke on the beach had turned me into a big, dirty dad. 

By the time the movie ended, it was a little after 9pm. Sarah gave a big stretch and yawn. Her shirt pulled tight against her chest and Sarah knew it. She was reminding me of her breasts, what I did to them, what she expected from me. Sarah gave her mom a peck on the cheek, came over to me, looked at me purposefully, and kissed my cheek. Sarah walked to her adjoining room and slowly closed her door. 

I listened. She did not lock it. The game was on. Beth got up and walked over to the curtains, drawing them tight. Turning on the fan. She looked around the room, assessing it for privacy, walking to the double doors that led to Sarah's room. Closing the door that remained open. She looked at me, sultry, knowing that it was now just the two of us.

"So...what should we do now?"

Beth looked at me with a knowing grin. I remained silent, still contemplating my agreement with Sarah. Beth climbed up to the bed, crawling towards me in her pink flannel pajamas. I looked at her flowing blonde hair, thinking of how lucky Sarah was to take after her mom's beauty. The soft pale skin. The dark blue eyes. The fair, angelic skin.

"I can think of one...maybe two things..."

Beth kissed me gently, kneeling over me, eyes smiling.

"Just one...or two...?"

She felt my penis, finding it raging hard. As my excitement grew throughout the evening, so did my erection.

"I found something I might like to do..."

Beth gave my penis a soft, loving squeeze. She got back off of the bed, slowly walking back to the doors. She locked it, tested it, and gave me a coy smile as she turned off the light to the room. The bathroom light spilled out, shining on her.

"And it doesn't involve our daughter..."

She entered the bathroom and shut the door. I listened as the water was turned on, letting me know that she was cleaning herself, primping herself for what was about to happen. It was her usual five minute prep for a sexual foray. I looked at the door. 

Having Sarah half naked before me, on the beach, made rational thought nearly impossible for me. Hell, she was 99 percent naked with that suit on. What difference did the extra 1% make? But, here, in a barely lit room, with soft light creeping in around the curtains, I was able to quietly, rationally contemplate. The water had turned off. Time was running out.

Fuck it. Who was I kidding? My raging erection fooled certainly not me. I was as excited for Sarah's potential leering eyes on us as I was when my eyes were on her. I may have tried to feel like I was in a moral dilemma, but my morals had a very cheap price. $40, the cost of Sarah's tanning suit.

Beth was running the blowdryer, her last little personal fluff, so it was now or never. I zipped out of bed, light on my feet, and quietly turned unlocked the door. I paused, wondering if Sarah might just instantly run in and hide under the covers, but nothing happened. The blow dryer turned off, so I jumped back into bed.

Light streamed out from the bathroom as the door opened. Beth turned off the main light, but the soft glow of a nightlight remained, dimming as she closed the door to a crack. Beth was never a lights on girl in the bedroom, and the faint glow was all I would be getting tonight. But, as my eyes adjusted, it was sufficient. I made her out as she approached.

The blow drying did the job. Here hair was full and straight, hanging several inches below her shoulder. It almost floated around her. Beth's pajamas remained, but she had unbuttoned her front so that her cleavage could be seen. Nothing pornographic. A very subtle, sexual display.

"I've got a little something I bought today..."

Beth said it in a teasing tone, standing at the top of the bed. Her blue eye looked at me, inviting, and her mouth puckered in a sucking motion, looking sexual. The pajama's hung loose and straight around her soft, but still shapely 40 something body. Her daughter was hot for a reason. The apple almost looked to be still on the tree.

"Ohhh...I hope it is a real little something...?"

I played along. Clearly, it was going to be something I liked. Something that she knew I would like. Beth crawled onto bed, walking on all fours up to me. Our eyes locked, smiling at each other, playing the little game of Beth's. The sexual game of 20 questions.

"Do you know what it is...?"

I licked my lips, mouth dry and excited. My eyes were on my wife, lying before me, but they were seeing the door to our room softly open a crack.

"Is it bigger than a shoe box...?"

Beth gave me my punishment for a wrong guess. She traced my lips with her tongue, eyes wide and deep. I could smell the fresh dose of perfume, decorating Beth with a soft floral scent. Tongue on her lips, she backed away. The door was clearly cracked a couple of inches.

"Much smaller..."

I leaned forward and kissed her, softly, keeping her focus on me. If I could see the cracked door, so could she. I wanted to yell across the room to Sarah that it was too much. Be more discreet.

"Is it for me...?"

Her hand found my erection, rubbing it softly through the fabric as she punished me again. This time, her tongue slipped into my mouth, darting across my teeth. The door was opening wider. I held Beth's head, afraid she might notice. My punishment was over.

"No...but yes..."

She squeezed my erection, telling me it was time for another guess. The door was now open at least six inches. What the hell was Sarah doing? There was no way her mom wouldn't notice. Fuck! I was going to be killed if Beth turned around. I had to keep the game going forever.

"Is it...a new computer..."

Beth smiled, pinching my erection to let me know I was wrong, punishing me for a poor guess. I didn't care what she did, as long as she didn't turn to notice the door that was now peeking open. I forced my eyes not to look as my brain screamed at Sarah for her stupidity. 

"No...that's bigger than a breadbox..."

Beth was wiggling her ass, kneeling into my face. Eye's trying to draw an answer from me. Time seemed to stop with the open door. I kissed her, wanting to force her eyes closed so I could wave a hand at Sarah to close the door. Beth didn't let me.

"Not with such a bad guess...mister..."

I had to stop playing with fear and start playing with passion. Beth could always end things at a moments notice, for the slightest thing. It had happened many times before, as it happened just last night. I wasn't going to let that happen again with an open door to our daughters room. Thank god the fan from the window was on, hiding any subtle noises.

"Is it...something I can see...?"

I tried to be as soft and sexy with my voice as possible. Two bad answers in a row would be a wrong move. Beth leaned forward, licking my nose, sliding down to my mouth, pressing her lips into mine. My hands held her hair, trying to keep her tongue pressing into mine. She forced herself away.

"No...not yet..."

The door remained open, inviting Beth to turn around. Maybe it seemed like just a crack to Sarah, but it seemed like an open barn door to me. I locked my eyes on her chest, her body, anything to let her know she was my focus. 

"Is it...something you're wearing..."

Beth's eyes glowed at the response, letting me know I was clearly on the right track. She rubbed her hands into my sides, leaning in as she licked my ear. I instinctively closed my eyes at the move, rolling my head into hers. She spoke softly.

"Yes...I am..."

Beth leaned back. She slowly unbuttoned the soft pink top, keeping it closed as she did so. My eyes watched each finger effortlessly move over the buttons, preparing herself for the big reveal. I felt my erection grow. Beth could feel it grow, sitting on it gently.

"Ohhh...somebody else wants to guess..."

Beth slid off of me and lay on her side, gently playing with my penis through my pajama's. She looked up at me, open mouthed, and ran her tongue along the side of my erection while holding it. Then, she leaned her ear against it, pretending to listen.

"Wow...what a good guess...that's right..."

Beth licked my erection, wetting my fabric, letting it slide into her mouth. Fuck, it was starting to feel good. I closed my eyes, letting my wife start the sexual foreplay. Forget the door. If Sarah gets herself in trouble, let her.

Beth stopped her slow mimic of a blow job. She slid her body up along my stomach, butt in the air, and pushed me into the head board that I was propped up against. We kissed, passionate, knowing that as soon as her little gift made an appearance, the foreplay would quickly move into sex play. Beth seemed ready for it, leaning back. She saw my eyes, not on her, and turned around.

"It's locked...you're safe...Sarah won't walk in on daddy playing with mommy..."

The door was closed. Shut tight. Sarah must have either gotten herself off already, or realized what an idiot she was being. Thank god for that. Beth turned back to look at me, smiling deviously.

"But, she might be listening...do you think she can hear us...?"

Beth moved forward, kissing me, not waiting for an answer. She moaned excessively loud, as though trying to give Sarah something to listen to, exaggerating the noises. My erection throbbed at the imagery, pushing into Beth's thigh. She pulled back, thankfully smiling wryly at my non-verbal response.

"Then we better be quiet..."

Beth looked at me with a knowing smile, sharing a mutual secret that neither one of us acknowledged. She was slightly turned on by the fact that, perhaps, our daughter was on the other side of the door. Thinking of her own child hood, knowing her own past transgressions. And I was turned on by the fact that our daughter actually as on the other side of the door, listening, having just peeked at our activities. I was ready for my present.

"So...can I see..."

Beth's eyes lit up. She wanted me to see. To be sexually aroused by her. To want her. Leaning back, Beth held her chest high and proud, clutching at the unbuttoned top. Her tongue rested on her lower lip, herself excited with what was about to happen. 

"So, I thought my might like..."

Beth slowly opened the top of her shirt, exposing the middle of her motherly chest. A chest that, once large and firm from pregnancy, was now large and soft from motherhood. I still loved the size and shape of her nipples, the swell of her chest, and the forbidden pleasure of watching her rub them in the shower. But, as with all woman over 40, the better years of her breasts were behind her.

"...something like..."

Still, as Beth opened her shirt, I was immediately shocked at the restored firmness that seemed to have returned to her breasts. The football swell had been restored, creating a higher and larger cleavage. The white virginal skin glistened in the new ways it was being stretched, almost back to her younger days. Large, dark nipples pointed forward with purpose instead of dragging towards the ground.

"...this."

Beth was wearing a bra that had no coverage of the breasts, merely a black lace support. Her boobs were being held up, practically thrust up into position, letting all of the milky fat return to its original glory. My eyes gave Beth the answer she so eagerly awaited.

"They look good, don't they..."

I leaned forward, looking closer. Not one stray black hair floated around her nipple. I could tell that she shaved them as all of the little blonde hairs seemed to be gone as well. Beth had carefully and meticulously prepared her breasts for the show. I could even smell a hint of the lotion that she apparently rubbed onto them in the bathroom, wanting them to glisten. I pushed my hands into them, feeling the chest of the once nursing mother.

"Oh, honey...they look so good..."

I began kissing them. Running my tongue over them. Smelling her skin, her nakedness, her exposure. Circling her areolas, licking the bleached white skin that was exposed on the underside. Beth's nipples were rock hard, female erections that showed her incredible excitement. I smothered one, sucking on her, nursing.

"God, Peter...oh...jeeze..."

I flicked her hard nub with my tongue, moving to the neighboring breast, and repeated the pattern. Cupping her breast with my hand, holding it in place even though the black lacy bra was doing the same. I looked up at her face, finding her eyes locked on mine as I suckled. My hands moved to her back, pulling her breast further into my mouth.

"Your tongue...on my nipples...feels so...good..."

I opened my mouth and showed her my manipulations, flicking the tip, circling the deep red skin full of small ridges and pores. Beth ran her tongue over her lips, nostrils flaring, and eyes pulsing. I kneaded her ass behind the heavy fabric of her pajamas, feeling the soft flesh mold to my hands. I backed away, wanting to see Beth's chest again.

"Wow...it's almost like a boob job, but better..."

Beth was leaning back, letting her tits stand proud with the sheen of my saliva. She ran her own hands into her breasts, gently cupping them, dragging her thumbs over her nipples.

"I think I might wear it to the beach..."

I smiled.

"You do, there won't be a soft dick anywhere...they look huge..."

Beth had positioned herself sideways on the bed. She was looking at her profile in the mirror, letting her chest stand proud in all of its glory. Her chest was almost the size and shape of Sarah's. It was an amazing transformation.

"God, there almost like Sarah's..."

I looked at her face, shocked at the comparison I was also just making. To acknowledge her statement in any way, to agree, would be an admission of noticing our daughter had large breasts. Which she did. Which, as a father, I should know. Perhaps not as well as I did, but, christ. There was not response I could offer. Beth turned to look at me, knowing I had a response, but seeing I was not providing it.

"Oh, come on...don't pretend you haven't noticed..."

I stared blankly. Beth, the over 40 woman, was taking pleasure in a make believe return to being 18. Sarah was apparently just a reference point for her. For me, it was a sexual point. I looked at Sarah's breasts and wanted to molest them. Beth looked at Sarah's breasts and respected them.

"I've noticed nothing..."

Beth was pushing me down, pinning me, pretending to force the answer out of me.

"Oh...so you haven't noticed that Sarah's has..."

Now, it was Beth's turn to stumble. Here we were, rolling around in bed, and she makes a reference to her daughter's boobs. That was her mistake, not mine. She seemed to realize it as I looked down at her tits, now hanging wildly beneath her. I rolled her over.

"You mean...that Sarah has...what..."

I moved in to kiss Beth's chest, inhaling her nipple, looking up at her face. Beth smiled back as I made fun of her topic of conversation in the middle of our alone time. I remembered the word Sarah used, telling me how her mom described them.

"..banana tits..."

Beth laughed slightly at the funny description, one she apparently used frequently enough with Sarah that she was accustomed to it. Beth responded matter of factly.

"Well...she does..."

I leaned back, looking at Beth's chest. She had paused her wiggling now that my hand had loosened. Beth was happy to let me look at her chest, thinking of herself as the firm teenage girl. My tone was softening.

"...with puffy nipples..."

Beth's body lay still, feeling my hands move around the base of her breast. Finding one of her erogenous zones. Rubbing it softly.

"...and they're so firm..."

My fingers pressed into Beth's chest, watching the shape move with my probings. Beth let herself be manipulated, as if lying in her parents basement for the first time, being explored.

"...they do look like Sarah's..."




Don't Touch Me There Ch. 02



I moved in, spreading her nipple wide. Beth wormed her body, feeling young and sexy.

"I want to suck them..."

I moved my mouth over Beth's left nipple and once again began to suckle. Beth put her hands on the back of my head and held me close, letting me roll her sheer and textured skin in my mouth, feeling the ridges, exploring the crevices.

I felt Beth pulling my head towards her face. I moved up obediently, kissing her chest along the way. Licking her chin. Moving into her lips. My eyes locked onto her devious stare.

"So you have noticed..."

I kissed her, each of us knowing that perhaps the comparison was taken a bit to far. Beth shouldn't have brought it up, and I shouldn't have taken it to the next level. It was a brief sexual foible, and we just let it pass between us, as most couples do.

The effects of the moment, however, did not pass. Beth was only half done with her presentation. It was a chance for her to change the subject.

"Do you want to see the rest?"

I sat back, thankful that Sarah was done with her show. I could focus on Beth. I did want to see the rest. 

"Oh...so there's more...?"

Beth smiled, knowing I was teasing. She knew what my favorite part of her was. Beth always had the sexiest butt, round heart shaped, and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body.

"Just a teeny bit..."

I looked at her open cup bra, tits thrust high and nipples exposed. I couldn't imagine what the matching lower half looked like.

"Can I help...?"

Beth kneeled in front of me, ass pointing at the tv in front of the bed. I moved her onto her side of the bed, right in line with the mirror next to the tv. Beth turned around, looking at herself in the dimly lit mirror.

"Oh...so you want to see Betsy and the bunnies..."

Betsy, the name she had given her vagina years ago. Actually, it was more of a name for her clit, but eventually, the entire area became known as Betsy. I moved my hands over her butt, feeling the gentle swells.

"Oh...Beth...I want to look at your bunnies so bad..."

Beth leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss.

"Then you better pull down my pants..."

I kissed her back, rubbing her bottom some more.

"Oooohhh...that sounds sexy...say it again..."

Beth smiled at the request, leaning back, straightening her body. Readying herself.

"Do it...Peter...pull down my pants...say high to the bunny family..."

My fingers hooked into the top of her waistband above her butt cheeks. I moved my head to the side of her arms, watching the mirror, looking at the beautiful creature in my arms. With a soft and smooth movement, I pulled down her pants, but only in the back.

"Oh...god...Beth...I can see the bunnies..."

Beth had on a lace thong, gently tracing the top curve of her bottom. A one inch strip of lace formed at at the top of her bottom and disappeared behind the soft crease formed by her white butt cheeks pressing together. The lower round intersection between her thighs and ass was defined by a firm crease, showing no signs of droop or sag.

"Do the bunnies look good...?"

My hands moved over her butt cheeks, squeezing them. Kneading them. I held on to the lower parts of her butt and lifted, pushing them wide, staring at the black fabric protecting her lady parts. I ran a finger down the center of her crack, tracing the fabric. 

"The bunnies look so beautiful..."

I moved my head away from Beth's side and kissed her, deeply, thanking her for the display. I slid lower, running a tongue over her nipples, dragging myself low to her stomach, circling her belly button. My fingers grabbed her waistband, pulling down the front of her pants. I was rewarded with an open front lace panty that allowed her bush to peek out.

"Oh, honey...your bush is so sexy..."

They weren't crotchless panties. Instead, the upper half of the front seemed cut out, providing an exposed top view of Beth's bush. The panties seemed to hide her entire slit. I moved my face into her exposed pubic hair, trimmed to form a wide "v" shape. Despite the perfume that Beth sprayed onto her hairs, the definite odor of her vagina was present.

"Do you like...?"

Beth was pushing her crotch forward, presenting it to me, wanting me to enjoy it. I used her bottom as leverage, pulling her into my face. I gently chewed her pubic hair, feeling strands floating in my mouth, no longer a part of Beth's body. I slid back up, looking at her glazed blue eyes.

"I love it..."

We kissed more, Beth with her pants pulled down, me molesting her butt. When we stopped, I slipped my shirt off, now hot and uncomfortable. Beth looked at me as she ran her hands into my pants, rubbing my erection.

"I can tell...take your pants off...let me see..."

I glanced at the door as Beth stared at my crotch. It was still shut. My curiosity satisfied, I slid my pants and underwear off in a couple of swift and easy moves. I kicked my clothes off to my side and knelt in front of Beth, exposing myself to her. Naked and erect.

"Oh...I guess you do like..."

Beth was slowly rubbing me, watching my erection move between her fingers. She cupped my balls as I sat, obediently, letting myself be inspected. I would always let Beth do whatever she wanted, whenever. It was all a part of my plan to receive the same permission. It never really worked, but I wasn't going to stop trying.

"What do you like more...the front...of the back...?"

It was a question that didn't need asking. She knew her butt was my favorite. It was without a doubt her sexiest asset. As she slowly rubbed my penis, I slowly rubbed her bottom.

"The back..."

Beth was rubbing me, but no longer focussing on me. Her head was tilted, thinking, mulling, pondering. She raised her face to look at me, stopping her gentle masturbation.

"Do you want some bunny time...?"

Words I heard on a few rare occasions each year, generally my birthday and valentines. Always when Beth had been a little tipsy from wine at dinner. But tonight, her mind was clear, and there was no holiday or special event. I was stunned, but excited. It generally meant she would lie on her stomach and let me explore her bottom, limited to gentle touching of her poop hole. My erection throbbed in her palm. Beth's eyes acknowledged the movement.

"Oh...you know I would..."

Beth moved backwards slowly, creating some space between us. She pulled off her own pajama bottoms, letting me watch as her bush bulged from the movements of her hips. Legs white and exposed, contrasted by the black lace around her hips and chest, Beth looked incredible. Sexy, stunning, and erotic.

"Is this a good position for bunny time?"

Beth leaned forward and place her arms on the bed, bent, so she could prop herself up on her elbows. Arching her back, lifting her ass high, Beth looked at me with devious eyes. The rare doggy style, almost as rare as bunny time itself. Our eyes locked. I spoke softly.

"The best..."

I moved to her side, running my hands over her bottom. Tracing the outline. Beth looked over her shoulder, into the mirror, and watched with pride as I adored her bottom.

"Pull down my panties..."

Beth didn't have to ask me twice. She didn't even have to ask me once. Me staring at her round butt, and Beth turning her head forward, my fingers did their job. I rolled down Beth's black thong, peeling it out of her ass, and let it fall down to her knees. Her asshole was flared open. Beth was horny.

"Oh my god Beth...it's so sexy..."

Beth arched her back, causing the round circle of hairs around her anus to fold inwards as she squeezed her anus. The exposed feeling led to the instinctive protection of her bottom, clamping down any possible entry. I massaged her butt, afraid to go near the source of last nights drama. But, I made sure it was completely exposed, massaging her ass, gently pulling it open. I moved my head to her cheek, kissing her.

"You have such beautiful bunnies..."

Beth let herself be kissed as my right hand remained on her bottom. She must have sensed my reluctance to go further, knowing that I wanted to. Beth almost whispered it.

"You can touch me there..."

Fuck! Permission had been granted. There was not going to be any drama tonight. Moving my mouth forward, I kissed her, thanking her, loving her as I rubbed her butt. Pulling way my face, we watched each other, feeling my hand move towards the center. Towards my target. Beth held her breath, anticipating. My finger pushed aside the rigid hairs and came to rest on the soft, crinkled opening that was the core of Beth's biology. She gasped, eye's bulging.

"Oh...jesus..."

Beth lowered her head, not wanting to acknowledge me as I violated her this way. I kissed the back of her head, smelling her hair, rubbing the center of her poop hole. Her ass was open and exposed, vagina hanging loose below. I was going to stay clear of Betsy, taking advantage of the rare permission while I had it.

"Honey...I want to lick it..."

I had done so twice in my life, both to the complete disgust of Beth. "You just licked my poop hole!" An angry statement I learned to find oddly exciting over the years. Exciting because I wasn't supposed to do it. And, because I wanted to do it again. There was no harm in asking. But, there would be harm if I did it without asking. Beth quietly spoke into the mattress.

"No penis..."

No problem for me. I was jumping for joy in my mind. Despite being left out of any bunny time, my penis also responded with enthusiasm. My mouth almost drooled with excitement, hearing the vague permission. I kissed her back, wanting to not rush into her butt and scare Beth out of her mood. I licked her spine, ran my tongue over her back dimples. Probing them.

"Oh...Beth..."

I moaned into the top of her crack, licking the soft "y" formation at the top. Lower, closing my eyes, smelling her warm aroma. My tongue pushed into the bone of her butt, licking it, tracing it. The anal hairs began to tickle my nose, letting me know I was close. My tongue pushed them aside, tasting Beth's must. My eyes opened as my tongue found the home, feeling the soft center of Beth's anus. My eye's almost exploded out of my face.

"Oh...Peter...your licking my poop hole..."

The words from Beth's mouth would have been enough to shock me. But they bounced off of my brain, unable to focus or process any sounds Beth was making. Any texture or taste my tongue was finding. Instead, my brain was on overload as my eyes stared at the masturbating girl before me, wearing just a t-shirt and panties.

Sarah didn't shut the door and go back to her room, she had quietly slipped into our room! Her eyes were wild, staring in disbelief as her dad licked her mom's butt hole. She had apparently been hiding in the shadows of the base of the bed. Now, with her mom in no position to see her, Sarah had popped up her head to stare at the naked ass about two feet away, hand clearly buried in her panties. Finger clearly circling and pressuring her clit.

"Is it dirty...?"

It was so dirty. Sarah looked at me, wide eyed, and stopped her masturbations. Her face turned slightly embarrassed, sheepishly smiling. My tongue hovered on Beth's bottom, not licking, but ready to continue. I could smell her vagina. Her body was alive and spread, all open to her daughter's eyes. I shook my head gently at Sarah, smirking. After the brief shock and acknowledgement, I returned to Beth.

"No...It's so sexy..."

I held open her butt, as though inviting Sarah to look at what I just did to the glistening asshole of her mom. Sarah knelt a bit higher, peeking. I moved my hands gently over Beth's wet slit, between her folds, over her open birth canal, and pressed into her anus.

"Look at this poop hole..."

I rubbed the anal hair, pushed my left hand and finger into the center, gently pressed. Beth sensed the pressure, not exactly thrilled with it. Touching and licking were one thing, penetration was another.

"Gentle..."

Gentle, in my dictionary, did not mean no. I slid my middle finger easily into her bottom, up to my fingernail. It was a slight probing, but the warmth and tightness was clear. Beth had a tight ass. Sarah looked at her mom's head, seeing it buried in the pillows. She moved closer, almost eye level with Beth's asshole and flared vagina. Less than a foot away.

"Look at my finger in her ass..."

Sarah looked. Beth simply lay still, assuming I was talking in generic terms. The window fan hid the secondary sounds that might lead to Sarah's discovery. Instead, she kneeled behind her mom, Sarah still in her t-shirt, mom with her panties to her knees. Sarah and I once again made eye contact.

"I want to look at you..."

Sarah understood the request. She quietly and slowly removed her t shirt, revealing the banana tits that her mom and I talked about. That Sarah heard us talking about. That I pretended to suck on Beth. The heat and excitement seemed to cause them to swell in a well defined curve on her chest, nipples hard and pointing right at me. Gravity may be pulling down Beth's tits, but they seemed to be pushing Sarah's upwards.

"So sexy..."

I ran my free hand on Beth's butt cheeks, letting her think she was still the center of attention. The other, still with a finger in her bottom, held firm, slowly circling my probing finger, enthralled with the rare freedom. Despite my intense desire to push further, deeper, I simply held my position as though I was taking her temperature.

"Take off your panties..."

My hand slid down to Beth's panties, hanging on her knees. She helped me kick, pushing them off of her legs. Sarah heard the command as well, peeling her own down. Exposing her heavy bush, so very similar to her moms. I kneeled, left hand in my wife's bottom, right hand holding my erect penis, pointing straight at my duaghter.

"Oohh...honey...play with yourself..."

Beth was not shy about rubbing herself during sex, always willing to hold her hairs wide, help center her clit, and take over when my tongue was resting. It some times took me 30 minutes to lick her to orgasm. Beth clearly had a vagina with very specific, direct needs to reach orgasm. Sometimes it was just easier for her to take charge. She quietly slipped a finger between her legs and slowly rubbed her clit. Not for an orgasm, but to wake the sleeping giant.

"Oh...I'm touch myself...for you..."

For Sarah. She watched her mom play wither herself, tongue on her upper lip. Sarah held her hand over her own bush, pressuring her sensitive spot with just the tip of her finger. Beth was certainly in the more advanced stages of playing with herself, making more of a stroking motion, needing hard and direct contact. Sarah was simply a young teenager, needing very little stimulation. I looked right at her.

"I like watching you play with yourself..."

I joined the mutual masturbation session between mother and daughter. Sarah's eyes darted between my penis, her mom's vagina, and my eyes. For almost a minute, we molested ourselves in the quiet room, each listening to the sounds of the other. Each loving the presence of the other. Beth just did not realize that her daughter was a part of the sexual display.

"Oh...I need you to lick Betsy..."

My bunny time was coming to an end. It was less than five minutes, and Beth knew I could spend so much longer. I was not going to argue. The situation before me was more exciting than the freedom to rub and touch Beth's asshole. Having someone watch my sexual encounter with my wife was more erotic than I imagined. Knowing that it was my daughter created a taboo excitement that could not be described.

My finger gently slid from Beth's ass. She rolled over, ready for the frontal attack. Sarah slid low at the movement, naked and in a small ball at the bottom of the bed. I turned to look at Beth, watching as she pushed pillows into her face, not liking her orgasmic expression to be on full display. Her feet hung off the bed slightly, just above Sarah. I grabbed them.

"Oh...you want me to lick Betsy...?"

I pulled Beth's legs back, exposing her. Spreading her. Sarah's eyes peeked up and over, looking right into the mother who seemed like she was in a position to give birth. Beth grabbed her ankles, knowing that it was her job to keep her legs high and open while I licked. I slid under her right thigh, letting her drape a leg over me. My fingers spread her wetness open, presenting the vagina to Sarah. Pulling the skin wide, letting her clit stand proud.

"Look at the wet pussy..."

Sarah's mouth hung open. She stared into the place of her origin. My fingers traced the lips, rubbed into the hairs. Probed her loose canal. 

"Show me where you want me to lick..."

Sarah now had her chin on the bed. Using my back as a place to prop her right leg open, Beth slid her right hand into her bush, still pulling wide on her ankle with her left hand. Her face remained slightly buried, eyes closed, focussing on the orgasmic feelings. Her finger found her clit and began to masturbate it.

"Lick Betsy right here...hard...and fast..."

The speed of her rubbings was going to be difficult to match. Especially if she wanted the hard pressure she was generating. Sarah and I watched the firm pink sliver of flesh move behind her finger, listened to the wetness, smelled the aroma wafting out of the open birth canal. Beth's asshole breathed with the manipulation, as if out of breath from all of the sexual energy. I put my finger on it, emboldened from my early freedoms.

"Jesus...Peter...come on..."

I moved my head between Beth's legs, hoping my tongue would be enough of a distraction from the finger on her butt hole. Beth pulled her masturbating finger away, happy to receive the warm tongue. She didn't push my finger away from her ass. Instead, she pushed her crotch into my face, pressuring the finger on her asshole, moaning as it slipped gently inside.

"Uggghhh..." 

I began to lick. To feverishly start the process of building Beth up to her orgasm. I moved my legs off of the bed, getting into a better position. I felt Sarah move against them, getting out of the way, letting me get the perfect position for the long process. I held up Beth's right leg with my left hand, just under her thigh, pushing it into her chest. Beth did the same with her other leg. She was essentially folded in half.

It was the best chance I had, her most common position for orgasm. It allowed her clit to bulge out of her vagina from the pressure. Sarah's body kneeled next to me. I looked to my right, sensing her chin once again on the mattress. Her eyes locked on my tongue, frantically licking at her mom's vagina. My body shuddered as I felt her hands move between my ass, fondling my balls.

Beth's feet, like a happy baby, wiggled in the air. Her breath was coming in bursts as she held it. I could tell that I had a ways to go. Sarah tried to slide her hand over my erection from behind my ass. Unable to find a comfortable rhythm with her left hand, Sarah slid her body behind me, allowing her right hand to slip under my stomach and grip me in a more suitable manner.

Her body leaned over me, in a doggy style fashion, as her fingers slowly stroked me. It was like my daughter was fucking me from behind. Sarah's bush was pressing against my butt, her body leaning into me, pushing her tits into my back. She looked to the side, watching me lick her mom.

Beth removed both hands from her legs, still keeping them in the diaper change position. Her hands pushed into my head, trying to increase the pressure on her clit.

"Come on...lick harder..."

I was pushing and licking as hard as I could. 30 years of masturbation was catching up to Beth, the speed and pressure she now required from my tongue was pushing its limits. I paused, needing a rest, feeling my own sexual urges rise from Sarah's rubbings. Sensing the pause, Sarah slipped off of me, not wanting to be discovered.




Don't Touch Me There Ch. 02



"No...don't stop..."

Beth had both hands spreading open her vagina, presenting the hot pink clitoris to me. Stretching it to reveal every single nerve ending she could find. I felt Sarah moving around me, wondering what new position she was looking for. I pressed my tongue into the firm, bulbous flesh at the top of Beth's stretched vagina. I groaned loud. Sarah had wrapped her lips around my hanging penis.

"Mmmmmppphhhhh..."

I rammed my mouth into Beth's pussy. She squealed.

"Fuck...yea, light that..."

I slid hard into Beth's pussy, feeling my erection slide deeper into Sarah's mouth. Each lick became a fuck of Sarah's open lips, head still, letting my penis slide over her tongue. Holy shit, if I kept it up, I was going to cum well before Beth. Sarah had no form, no skills or idea as to how to give a blow job. It didn't matter. She had the most basic skill down. She kept her mouth open.

"Oh...it feels good honey..."

I slowed my licking of Beth, now focussed on sliding in and out of my daughter's mouth. Beth sensed the lack of effort, the movement of my hips, the orgasm in her slipping away. Her hands gripped my head and she looked at me between her legs, seemingly humping the air.

"Are you playing with yourself..."

Fuck. I froze. I guess I was. Sarah was out of her line of sight, and thankfully she didn't notice both of my hands on the bed. I slid forward, apologetically, sliding out of Sarah's mouth. All paths to an orgasmic zen garden came to and end. For everyone. My erection hung low, glistening, over Beth's vagina. Her eyes looked at me, clearly wanting more.

"I'm sorry honey...bunny time was too much...I'll try harder now..."

My erection slipped into her wet folds, instinctively finding her opening, and slid inside with ease. Beth arched her back, letting me penetrate her. But, not wanting me to. Having sex was never a way that allowed her to orgasm. She resisted my humping of her folded body. Sarah must have had an incredible view of her dad's penis sliding into her mom's vagina. If she dared to peek.

"No...don't...I can't..."

I had both arms tucked behind her knees. I wanted to cum. I felt that, even in her loose birth canal, I would be able to cum in less than five minutes. But, Beth wanted her cookie to. She wriggled me off of her, straightening out her legs.

"I'll lick some more..."

I was starting to slide low, but Beth held me firm. She turned and kissed me, as if thanking me for the effort, but knowing that it was not sufficient.

"No...it wasn't working...it's OK..."

Well, fuck! I was working just fine. After all of the bunny time, the nude daughter time, I was completely ready and able. My penis was still rock hard, desperate for a hole to enter. I held it, trying to tell it that something would be worked out shortly. Beth grabbed her bra, unclasped it, and tossed it aside.

"God, it was rubbing me so bad...I guess no more Sarah tits..."

Fuck, my penis didn't appreciate the teasing reminder of Sarah's boobs. I looked at Beth's chest, watched as the large stores of fat bobbed towards the side of her body. The nubile shape and form was gone. The middle aged woman had returned. I gently kissed one, trying to spur some action. Beth rubbed my hair.

"What if we did something a little naughty...?"

My ears perked up. Naughty? What we were doing was not naughty? My bunny time was not naughty? My mouth in my daughter's dick was not naughty? What else could there be? I was up for anything.

"I'll be naughty..."

Beth looked at me, slightly embarrassed. But, she had her own sexual frustrations she wanted resolved. She pressed on.

"What if we...you know...made ourselves cum..."

I stared blankly. I knew perfectly well how to make myself cum, having just done it early in the day with Sarah and the night before with Beth. But, Beth? She was a masturbate in the bath, when the family was away type of girl. And, I'd often be informed of her alone time in various, indirect ways. But never, simultaneously, right next to each other, did we masturbate.

"Ohhh..wow...I bet I could do that..."

I kissed Beth, rubbing myself, letting her know I had already started. She smiled with her eyes, kissing me back. Her own hand moved between her legs, resting on her swollen vagina.

"Scooch...I need a little space..."

I moved off of Beth, on my back, and we looked at each other. She began to toy with her clit, picking up the pace of her masturbating fingers. I matched her pace, rubbing my erection. I looked at her chest, watching it vibrate.

"Do you still like them...?"

Beth was still, except for her fingers, looking at my eyes. Knowing that her body was being inspected. I wondered what Sarah was doing as her parents masturbated together on the bed, each spreading their legs for her viewing pleasure.

"I love them..."

Beth closed her eyes and turned her head towards the ceiling, focussing. She rubbed herself, moving her hips, trying to find just the right pace. My eyes locked on her expressions, her pursed lips, her crinkled nose. She felt my presence and stopped her rubbings, looking back at me.

"I can't when you stare...can you..."

I looked at Beth, knowing that she had a request that she was reluctant to share. Her eyes were speeking, but her mouth said nothing. I would have done anything she asked. Any verbal, visual, or mental stimulation required.

"What? I'll do anything..."

Most guys would. Hell, every guy would if they were expecting an orgasm or some sexual treat. Beth looked almost embarrassed. I begged her to tell me.

"Come on...what...I don't mind..."

She looked at me with her soft, doe eyes.

"Can you go on the floor..."

Can I go on the floor? That was not the sexual role playing that I had imagined. I was hoping for a request of dirty talk, maybe to help her, anything. But, to be relegated to the floor, so I could not stare, so she did not feel my presence was not on my radar. Apparently, she was too embarrassed to masturbate right next to me and wouldn't be able to get the job done. She saw the mild disappointment in my eyes.

"I'm sorry honey...I just can't with you next to me...I'll give you more bunny time tomorrow...promise."

It wasn't the first time I had masturbated because of a sexual break down with Beth. But, it was the first time she did. I guess I didn't have much to complain about, being able to listen and peek. Hell, I probably would have stood in the corner, dark and alone, watching. I kissed her gently.

"It's OK, honey. I understand...just, think of me..."

I dragged the comforter to my side of the bed as I moved away. Beth watched me slide away, smiling, on her side, gently rubbing herself. I pushed the comforter to the floor and blew her a final kiss. She spoke in a low, sultry voice.

"Think of my bunnies...and my banana tits..."

I slid to the floor, onto the blanket, and felt a soft lump below it. Sarah! She moved from the bottom of the bed and was now under me, under the blanket, completely naked. Her head peeked out, smiling, holding a finger to her lips. She wrapped the blanket around us, pressing our naked bodies together. I looked down at her, tits staring back at me with their two large, dark pupils.

"I loved your banana tits..."

Beth had started her rubbings, me no longer bothering her or staring at her. Her head was turned away from me, hidden by the pillows. Her legs were open at an obscene angle, knees high. Sarah saw my staring eyes and sensed the coast was clear. She lifted her head, peeking at her masturbating mom. I wrapped my arms around her, rubbing her proud, firm boobs.

Sarah and I watched Beth rub a steady, up and down motion with her palm. Beth's legs would pulse forward and back with each maneuver. We couldn't see her head clearly, but the movement back and forth was obvious. The rapid movements of her fingers applied more pressure and rubbings than my tongue ever could.

Sarah moved her hand to my pens, now poking into her side. I moved my focus from a masturbating mom to an exploring daughter. I rolled her on her back, holding her arms above her head. We now both lay on the comforter, naked. I leaned in and kissed her.

"Oh...Peter...are you touching yourself...?"

Beth spoke from the pillows above. Sarah and I smiled as her hand rubbed my shaft. 

"Beth...I'm thinking of some banana tits..."

I leaned forward and inhaled Sarah's left swollen nipple, pinning her arms high. Stretching her mammary glands. Feeling the firm, tender fat that no longer existed on Beth, having been replaced years ago by soft, empty milk stores.

"God...so am I..."

I lifted my mouth away from Sarah's nipple, wanting to respond. I stared at the wet nipple of my daughter below me.

"I'm sucking on them..."

Beth was clearly on a better path to her orgasmic release. The tone in her voice was dusty and breathless. Her own fantasies were taking over.

"Peter...on mine...?"

Her response was a mixture of question and answer. My mind was capable of so many lurid, dirty images. Of women I'd meet on the street. Neighbors. Friends of my daughter. Friends of my wife. My wife's mother. My daughter. Even if Beth was just capable of a percentage of my thoughts, they were certainly pornographic. I decided to test her capacity.

"...no..."

Beth didn't answer right away. She merely moaned slightly, adjusting her body, dropping one knee to the side. I returned to nursing on Sarah's tits, sliding my hips low and my penis out of her hand. My erection pushed into her slender legs. Beth finally felt the urge to speek. To fantasize.

"...on Sarah's...?"

My hands wrapped around her tit, expressing the teenage milk stores, wishing Sarah would spray a light stream of liquid into my mouth. I flicked the tip of her nipple, loudly smacking my lips against it. Letting Beth hear the slop of my mouth. I stopped, looking at Sarah's head back with closed eyes.

"Yes...I'm licking her puffy nipples..."

Beth responded quickly, clearly turned on by the imagery. Her other leg now fell to the bed. The her feet came together, sliding up and down with her rubbings.

"Oh...Peter...I want to...lick her...nipples..."

My mind cycled through sexual fantasies, grabbing one. I slid up towards Sarah's chest, putting my erection between her breasts. Sarah opened her eyes, looking at the one eyed snake now sliding back and forth between her chests. Like a trooper, having most likely seen this move on the internet many times, Sarah held her tits together.

"Beth...I fucking Sarah's tits..."

Beth wasn't phased. 

"Oh...Peter...cum on her nipples..."

God, I wasn't ready to cum. I was merely moving my body, enjoying the feelings, lusting after my wife and daughter. If I came, the show would end. The night would end. The fucking of Sarah's tits would end. I couldn't let it stop quite yet.

"Beth...I want to fuck the bunnies..."

My body slid low again, pushing my erection between Sarah's spread legs. We nestled together, listening to her mom rub her wet folds of skin. The bed rustling to the movements of her head, the stretching and contracting of her legs. Beth accepted the change of subject without complaints.

"Oh...my bunnies...do it..."

I looked at Sarah, feeling the wet folds between her legs gently separate to my rigid, warm flesh. Sarah was very wet, and I imagined that she already made herself cum. Her eyes looked at me, wide.

"Have you done it...before..."

Sarah shook her head gently, confirming what I already knew.

"No...never..."

Beth confirmed what I knew to be the case too. She was an anal virgin.

"Can I be your first..."

Sarah softly nodded. 

"Oh...Peter...yes..."

I pushed gently into Sarah, waiting for the barrier that symbolized her youth. Her innocence. Her womanhood. Her girlhood. I found it, like a small rubber band, taught and ready to snap. Sarah was biting her lower lip, stifling all sound.

"I'm entering you...now..."

I groaned hard and loud feeling Sarah's hymen snap around my penis. I kissed her, helping keep her quiet from any pain, pinning her arms in place to avoid any sudden movements. Sarah's eyes watered, fighting back the sudden shock and pain. I paused, deep inside of her, stretching her birth canal.

"Do it...bend me over...put it in my poop hole..."

Beth was on a frantic pace now. Her body was saying things her mind would never have let slip if her orgasm wasn't close. Nothing was going to stop her, and any image that came to mind, that propelled her, was fair game.

"Oh...Beth...you're so tight..."

I moved my mouth away from Sarah. She had recovered, settled down, and I allowed myself to slide back and forth gently inside of her. Sarah just lay back, legs bent and spread, letting her dad fuck her.

"Do you want my bunnies..."

Sarah was incredibly tight. Too tight. Tighter than I gripped myself while masturbating. There was little chance I would last long. I could try, but it was not going to be more than a couple of minutes, if that. 

"Oh...Beth...I love your bunnies..."

Beth's breath was coming in spurts. She held her breath hard, hoping to let the orgasm build up. When it failed, she released hard. 

"More than...Sarah's...tits..."

Oh fuck. I was close. It was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not..."

"More than...Sarah's...ass..."

My hand moved to Sarah's bottom, frantically rubbing it. Knowing that I was close to orgasm, desperate for one last feel. Beth just lay still, lost in her own world. Listening to my taboo sex talk. I just kept going, no longer concerned or able to control myself.

"Oh...I'm slipping my finger...in her ass..."

I did. Sarah just lay back offering no resistance. Her bottom inhaled me. I felt my erection pumping on the other side of her rectum. I came hard, no longer able to stop the long anticipated release.

"Oh...my god...I'm cumming in her...oh...shit..."

I felt my semen rush into her body, tight and fresh. Sarah just let it happen, feeling the warm spray of cum fill her pussy for the first time. Splay up against her cervix, spurt into her ovaries, too young to be concerned with pregnancy. She was being fucked for the first time. I moaned.

"Oh...Sarah..."

Beth was in her own wild world, on the edge of her own orgasm.

"I'm fucking her tits...oh my god...her nipple...on my clit..."

I let myself slowly deflate in Sarah, slipping my finger out of her bottom. Leaning back, I watched her mom frantically masturbate. It was no wonder she had such a hard time coming from my lickings. I'd have to probably triple my pace and pressure to match her form. Sarah leaned forward, wanting to watch. I slipped my penis free, dripping, and we both placed our chins on the bed.

"Oh, god...Sarah...I'm cumming...Oh my god...banana tits...in...bunnies..."

Beth's body jerked, releasing the orgasm she so feverishly worked out of her vagina. A deep moan escaped the pillows, Beth trying to muffle the sounds she was making. Sarah watch, unbothered by the imagery being used by her mom to generate the feelings. 

"Oohhhggghhhh..."

Beth began to settle down, her body now shuddering at odd intervals. Her hand gently rubbed the last feelings out of her vagina. With a deep sigh, she turned to look at me, feeling the presence. Sarah had slipped out of sight.

"Oh...Peter...come here..."

I moved back onto the bed, dragging the comforter with me. I draped it around Beth and I, hiding our naked bodies from the world. From our daughter. The show was over. Beth kissed me passionately. When she finished, her eyes locked onto mine.

"I guess I might have to give you some more bunny time tomorrow...that felt so good..."

Beth didn't even mention the taboo nature of our fantasies. They were once again locked up and to be released only as needed. Only upon emergency. I guess tonight was one of those sexual emergencies that woman have, willing to let doors be opened that never usually would. To talk about it would be to admit the forbidden nature of it. I said nothing.

"Do you think anyone heard us...?"

Beth giggled slightly. Anyone most likely meant Sarah. I peeked out of the comforter, watching Sarah's white butt crawl through an open door and disappear into the darkness.

"No. I don't think anyone heard at all."