4 comments/ 184169 views/ 18 favorites Lily By: falcon29 "So what is it that he does that's so great?" My daughter was sitting at the breakfast bar in our kitchen. We'd been planning her big engagement party. She and her fiancé had been going together for years and had been engaged for nearly the last three. We just hadn't had the party yet. We had been having some "girl talk" about sex -- specifically the married kind. I had, as usual, been bragging about how great my husband -- her step dad -- was in bed. "Well, Honey, he just turns me on like I've never been turned on. I lose track of the number of orgasms I have." She knew that her father and I had not been well matched in the sex department. She and her sister both knew that I had always had to use a vibrator to get off, even with him right there with me -- even using it on me. We're pretty open with our intimate discussions. Lily's fiancé has a pretty small dick. I was cautioning her that she would want more one day, but she loved the guy. "Well, didn't you say he's hung really well? That alone might make things better." "Yeah, he is. He claims he's only 'average', but I know he has to be on the high side of that category. But it's more than that. He always makes sure I get maximum pleasure. He cares about how I feel. He talks to me and... oh, God! I'm getting wet just thinking about it!" "God, Mom!" Lily laughed. I felt my face reddening. Plain talk was one thing, but I had embarrassed myself this time. It was true, though. I felt my cunt getting all swampy and steamy. Chuck was going to have a great time tonight, I thought to myself. Lily said, "I wonder if he could give Chris some lessons." "I've told him he should start a school. I'm not sure how he'd teach those lessons without a partner, though." "Maybe I should volunteer. Chuck seems like he has you all atwitter." We laughed at that. Our conversation drifted onto other subjects, but her comment stuck in my nasty little mind. Lily had gone home by the time Chuck got home from work. I had made a salad and seasoned a couple of small steaks. I didn't want either of us too full for the sex I had planned for later. When I heard the door open I got a cold beer out of the refrigerator for him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard. His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass and he gave me a swat. "Tease!" I chided him. I wriggled my butt and he gave me another two swats. I love my ass paddled, and Chuck knows just how to do it for maximum effect. "No, I'm not teasing. You'll get a proper spanking later if you ask me nicely." That was his new thing. Instead of wrestling me to the bed or across his knee, he wanted to make me ask him for it. He just seemed to know that the added humiliation made it all so much better for me. I had never told him that. He just knew. Once again I felt my face getting hot. "Fat chance! But I am going to give you the blow job of your life tonight. Lily and I spent the afternoon talking about sex." "Uh-oh!" he said. "Now I'll have to pay the price!" He had turned away so it was my turn to swat his ass. "Hey, you don't seem to mind. Or do you?" "Nah! You know I'm just here for your pleasure, Sweetie." He sat on a stool and slipped his shoes off. He popped the top of the beer and took a long swallow. "Ahh! That's what I've been thinking about all afternoon." He looked at me sitting across from him. "So was she whining about Chris' teeny weenie again?" "Actually, she seemed to be more interested in how good you are. When I told her you should give lessons, she volunteered to be a study aid. She's really curious about what you do to make me so happy." "Yeah, well, I'm sure she wasn't serious. You should stop bragging about me. It'll only make her more unhappy with Chris." "I was thinking about it, Honey. It might be a good idea for you to take her to bed. Let her know what having a man is really like." Chuck stared at me in silence. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. I stared back and then I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He got a lopsided smile on his face and shook his head. "For a second there I thought you were serious. You got me!" When my expression didn't change and I didn't reply he stopped laughing. "You are serious! Jesus, Honey! Pimping me to your daughter! You ought to be ashamed!" I took his hand. He wrapped his other hand around them both. I took a deep breath. "I'm not sure if she was serious, but she is damned curious. The idea has been buzzing around in my mind all afternoon. The more I think about it, the more it turns me on. I'd kind of like to know if it's just us or if you make every woman feel as special as you do me. I know it would be good for Lily to get fucked really well. It sounds kind of perverted, but I really wouldn't mind sharing you with her." Chuck looked out the window. I wondered what he was thinking, so I asked. He turned back to me. I saw that his face was slightly flushed. He grinned and said, "I was just imagining Lily on her knees -- naked -- with my cock in her mouth. It's a pretty hot picture." "Isn't it, though?" I replied, another squirt of juice oozing out of me and into my panties. "I'm going to call her and proposition her for you." I didn't understand why I was so hot over this, but I didn't care. I love my husband and I love both of my daughters. I couldn't think of a nicer thing to do for them. "WHAT?!" Lily's voice screeched into the phone. "Mom, have you gone nuts? Chuck's almost as old as Dad! I was just joking today." "All I ask is that you just think about it, Honey," I told her. "I really think you'd enjoy it. I know Chuck would. He loves you, too, you know." "Yeah, Mom, I know. He doesn't love me like that, though... does he?" She sounded different then. I thought the idea was beginning to settle in. "Well, he hasn't ever said anything, but I know he thinks you're pretty and sexy. I've seen him looking at your ass a few times." "Mom! Really?" Now her voice had settled into a lower key. I knew how to push her buttons. "Sure. He always looks at women's asses -- including yours and Amanda's." I waited and she didn't say anything. I asked the next question in a whisper. "Has Chris ever licked your ass, Lily?" A long silence followed. I wondered if she was still there. "Lily? Are you there?" Her voice sounded choked. "Yeah. I'm here. Did you just ask what I think you asked?" I knew I had her now. "Um-hmm. Well, has he?" "No," she said. Another silence followed. Then, "Are you serious? About that, I mean? Chuck does that?" "Oh, yeah. I even lick his and he loves it as much as I do. It is so fucking hot, Honey. No man makes love like Chuck. I just want you to experience it once." "What if once isn't enough? What if I like it too much?" "Well, then you don't have to marry Chris. You can move in with us and we'll just be co-wives to Chuck." "I'll think about it, Mom," she said and we hung up. Back in the kitchen, Chuck hadn't moved. I grinned at him and he just looked at me and shook his head. "She said she'd think about it," I said. We ate our steaks and salads. We watched TV for a while and went to bed. When I sucked Chuck's cock I told him to close his eyes and imagine it was Lily blowing him. He came sooner than usual. I knew he was getting to like the idea of fucking my daughter. I wondered for a second if I was crazy to do this. It didn't feel like it. Chuck got hard again quickly and brought me to four orgasms before he came again. I knew then that my idea was already paying dividends. ============================================= The morning was warm and sunny. It was Saturday. Lily came in without knocking, as usual. Chuck was in the shower. 'Perfect, ' I thought. "Why don't you go in and offer to wash his back, Honey? That will give you both a chance to get used to things. Lily looked like a lamb being led to slaughter, but she hugged me and went through the bedroom to the bathroom. Standing in the hall, I heard her ask Chuck if she could join him. He replied, but I couldn't make out his words. When Lily didn't come back out, I peeked into the bedroom. The bathroom door was open and I saw two figures behind the curtain. I smiled and grabbed the car keys and headed out the door. I didn't want my presence to inhibit either of them. I'll let Chuck tell the rest of the story... I almost dropped the soap when I heard Lily's voice. Candy had kept me up (and "up"!) late the night before. Thinking about me fucking Lily had become her favorite fantasy. To tell the truth, it had become mine as well. Lily is twenty-two and slender. Her mother, at twice Lily's age, has a plush body with lots of curves and valleys that I love to play in. When she was Lily's age though, she looked more like her. I love Candy's body, but I had always wished I'd met her years earlier. When Lily stepped into the shower naked it was as if I'd gotten my wish. Like her mom, Lily keeps her pussy shaved bare. For that matter, Lily's sister Amanda does, too. Until that morning the knowledge was only hearsay from Candy. Lily looked great standing there shivering. Her small breasts were tipped with dark pink nipples that were presently poking out at full mast. I knew she was nervous so I just gathered her into my arms. Feeling her slim belly against me made me hard immediately. She gasped and reached between us and squeezed my hard on. She turned her face up and I kissed her for the first time as a woman. I filled my hands with her skinny ass and it felt wonderful. I turned so she was under the spray and I rubbed her back and ass. I stepped back and she released my dick. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her away from me. I soaped up my hands and began to wash her back. She leaned her hands against the wall and parted her feet for stability. It made a great picture. Naturally I didn't stop at her waist, but continued to lather her up. I slipped my hand between her ass cheeks and slid it all the way down to her puckered little hole. She shivered and pushed her ass back more with a little groan. I wiggled my finger there, but didn't go inside -- yet. I pulled her back to a standing position and rinsed her off. When I turned her around again I continued washing her, being careful not to soap up her pussy. She asked me about that. "I don't like the taste of soap," I said, looking her straight in the eyes. Her eyes widened a little bit and she flushed a pretty pink, all the way to her still hard nipples. I palmed those nipples then and drew my fingers together on them. When I pinched them she gasped and squeezed her legs together. My cock was throbbing almost painfully. I rinsed her off and we got out of the shower. "I didn't wash your back," Lily objected. "Next time," I promised her and began to dry her off. When we were dry I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Candy had changed the sheets and turned back the covers. We had discussed it earlier, so I knew she was gone by then. I told Lily and she seemed relieved. "Good," she said. "I was beginning to think she wanted to watch. Chuck, why was she so insistent about this?" "She just loves us both so much, Lil," I said as I moved her to the bed. I gave her a little shove that toppled her to the bed. She scooted over to make room for me. I walked to her on my knees and she again took my hard cock in her hand. We didn't talk much for a while. Lily had a mouth full of my cock and I didn't have anything to say. I held her shoulders as she sucked me. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm. She was able to get more of me into her mouth than Candy can. Still, she lacked a full three and a half inches of deep throating me. I didn't care. No woman I've ever been with has ever been able to get the whole thing into her mouth. I enjoyed feeling her hot mouth surrounding me, but in the oral sex department I prefer to give more than I like to receive. After five minutes or so I gently detached her and leaned forward to kiss her. I pressed her back until her head hit the pillow. I played with her nipples and kissed her thoroughly. I have been complimented on my kissing by more women than Candy. I just do what feels good to me and it always seems to be the right thing. By the time I pulled my mouth from Lily's she was breathing hard. Her nipples had remained erect and I locked my lips around one of them. As I sucked and nibbled, Lily pressed my head tight to her chest. She moaned when I increased the pressure of my lip shrouded teeth. Like mother, like daughter, I thought. I moved lower. I have always believed that an aroused female's pussy is one of the most beautiful things in the world. The hairless one I was staring at then was even more beautiful and I told Lily so. She groaned when I spoke, my hot breath washing over her even hotter, oozing labia. She spread her legs wider and tugged at my head, wanting me to get on with it. I know what women like, though. More than that, I know what they need. I know what makes them hot. I blew on it a little, not yielding to her pressures. I flicked at one of her swollen lips with just the tip of my tongue. She jumped and tried to push my head into her crotch. I resisted. Her legs were over my shoulders and my hands were wrapped around her narrow hips. I seized her wrists and held her hands away. Then I licked her up one side of her slit and down the other, still not applying full pressure. She whimpered and choked out, "Please... please, Chuck!" I was merciless. I continued to tease and lick at her lightly, avoiding her emerging clit. I was surprised at the size of that button. It was almost like a little finger -- or a tiny cock! -- as it extended. I was going to enjoy torturing it later. Lily was almost screaming with her anticipation when I finally relented. In truth I just couldn't hold out any longer. My mouth was salivating with my own anticipation. She tasted so sweetly delicious I just had to finally dive in. She came almost immediately when I did. My nose and upper lip were bumping her clit as I plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could. I felt her muscles contract around my tongue when she climaxed. I think my restraining her hands had the effect of heightening the level of her climax. I lifted my mouth and took her clit in. I flicked it with my tongue and sucked on it as if it was a cock. She began to shiver and her orgasms were end to end for almost ten minutes. I felt one convulsion ebb and another would begin right after it. She was even more hair-trigger than her mother! I brought her to so many climaxes I lost count. Just before I raised myself up to fuck her, I lowered my mouth and pushed her legs up, opening her ass to me. I licked her rosebud and probed it with my tongue. She screamed again and had yet another orgasm. I rose up and positioned my cock at her opening. Her eyes were glazed and she was panting. I pushed just the head into her. She bucked at me, wanting me in her. I held back. I pushed a little more and she grabbed my head in both hands. Her mouth tried to devour mine as she kissed me, licking her copious juices from my lips and chin. That wantonness drove me and I shoved into her all the way and her head snapped back into the pillow. She gasped and her eyes widened. I held still and felt her muscles adjusting to my size. My fear that I'd hurt her evaporated when her eyes found mine. She smiled and let out a kind of purr. I smiled back and started to fuck her. We established a wonderful rhythm. I felt her pubic bone bump me with each thrust. I knew I was going to be bruised when we were done, but there's no sweeter pain to me. I paused and got to my knees, lifting her hips with me. All of her weight was on her shoulders and mine. Her ass was completely off the mattress and my cock was rigid inside her tight cunt. I began to pummel her with my hips. Our sweaty skin slapped together with loud smacks. The position brought my cock into contact with her g-spot and she began to come again. I wasn't going to last much longer, I knew. I reached up and pinched at her nipples in time with my thrusts. She came again and it drove me over the edge. She groaned and I saw tears begin to flow from her eyes. I've seen that before. I lowered her gently to the mattress and withdrew my softening cock from her heat. Glancing down, I saw that her pussy was an angry red, chafed and stretched beyond its normal limits. Our combined juices oozed from her. As I watched she had a little spasm and another glob was ejected to run down between her ass cheeks. I knew I had to wait and let her recover some before I could do any more. I needed to catch my breath, too, for that matter. Lying beside her I pulled the sheet up over our cooling bodies. She snuggled under my arm, just as she had done many times before. The difference now being that we were naked and she had just had the fuck of her life. She cried softly for a few minutes longer. She took a deep shuddering breath and sat up. I stroked her back as she wiped her eyes with the corner of the sheet. "I must look like a raccoon now," she said, sniffling. It was true: her eye makeup was running. I let my hand drop to her ass and tickled it. She giggled and turned around to me. She threw a leg across me and sat on top of me. "That was in-fucking-credible! Now I see what Mom means." I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her again. "Oh, this is just half time, Sweetheart," I told her. Her eyes widened and she pushed back up to a sitting position. "Oh, no. I'm so sore now that Chris isn't going to get fucked for at least a week! I can't take that big thing inside me again right now." "Well, that isn't exactly what I meant. I need to clean you up some." As my words became clear to her she grinned and wiggled against my half-hard dick. She was spreading our fluids all over us both. "But you came! Are you going to...?" I smiled and nodded. I crooked a finger at her, urging her to move her crotch up to me. Giggling, she moved up until she was squatting over my face. It was an incredibly awkward, yet erotic position. I inhaled the sexual aroma she was exuding and felt my cock twitch. She closed her eyes and sighed a contented sigh as I began to gently and lovingly lick and suck our juices from her. This was not passionate and she felt that. This was simply love. "My God!" she said quietly. "Mom sure picked the right man!" She gave a little shiver and I knew she was having a small 'aftershock' orgasm. "You could turn around and do me, too." I suggested. "I've never... I mean afterward. But if you are willing, so am I." She gingerly lifted up and turned around. My cock was not completely deflated, nor was it hard. She slurped it up and got the whole thing in this time. I love the feeling of a nose against my balls when my cock is inside a warm mouth. Her actions didn't allow her to keep the entire length in for long. As I got harder and longer, she had to let more and more of me out of her mouth. I wasn't idle while she cleaned me up. My hands were gripping an ass cheek each and I squeezed them as I licked her from clit to the bottom of her slit. As I hardened, my ministrations altered as well. I went from lovingly attending to her to actively eating her, causing her arousal to return. She gave a little yelp when I shifted my attention to her asshole. I rimmed her and probed it. She stopped sucking me completely and raised up on her hands. She pushed her ass into my face for more. I knew I had another convert. Candy had given me her anal virginity and I knew that Lily would, too. Once a woman learns the pleasures awaiting her there, it is only logical that they want more. I slipped two fingers back inside her pussy as I tongued her ass. She began to pant again and was soon squirming around in another climax. She slid off me and turned around. She buried her tongue in my mouth and gripped my cock hard. She pulled back and with a red face said, "I want you to fuck my ass! Chris tried once, but he came before he really got it in. I didn't care, because he was in a hurry, too. It hurt." Lily "It won't hurt, Honey. You just have to be turned on enough and patient enough." I told her. She kissed me again. "Do you want to do that now, or wait for the next time?" I asked her. She sat up and looked at me. "I don't know if there will be a 'next time', Chuck. Chris and I..." she hesitated, the facts finally dawning on her. She looked at me and teared up again. "I'm not going to marry Chris, am I?" she asked. I shrugged. "That's up to you, Lil," I said. "Does he know you and I are doing this?" She shook her head no. "Are you going to tell him?" I got another negative response. "Well, that is no way to start a marriage," I told her and gathered her back into my arms. She cried into my chest without saying anything for a while. Again, she sniffled and wiped her eyes. She sat up straight. "I'm going to have to tell him. If he can take it, fine. If not, then we'll just split up. Even if he accepts that you and I had sex and is okay with it, I don't know how I can settle for a sex life with him. He's small and goes off quick. He's only twenty six and once is all he's good for." "We only did it once," I pointed out. "Yeah, but that once made me come more than I have in the last three years put together. I almost never come with Chris. He doesn't much like to go down on me." I expressed wonder at that. "You have the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever had, Lil. How any man could turn that down, I'll never understand." I almost meant it. I had an eighteen year old girlfriend once (when I was young enough for it to be okay) who was sweeter. Lily was old enough to begin to lose her sweetness there, but still young enough to retain some of it. It seems like the older a woman gets, the tangier her juices. "Maybe you just need to inspire him more," I suggested. "I try, but he just has his mind made up, I guess." "Why are you going to marry him, then? Is the rest of your relationship enough to overcome the bad sex?" She thought about that for a few minutes without responding. Then she looked at me and shook her head. "When I see you and Mom together it makes me realize what Chris and I don't have. He never treats me the way I see you treating Mom. Oh, hell! I'm going to have to think about this a lot." I was a little disappointed that our afternoon seemed to be over. But it was important for her to realize what she was getting into. I'd suspected that this would be the result of our having sex. Candy had told me all about Lily's dissatisfaction with her sex life. I knew from experience that a poor sex life was worse than none. I'd been married before to a woman whose interest in sex was not a match for mine. We'd started out well enough, but the novelty faded almost from the day we got married. She stopped trying and I lost interest. It could be that was what was happening to Lily and Chris. Whatever it was, she needed to see it now, not after they married. It would be hard breaking up after going together so long, but it would save a lot of pain and expense in the future if it happened now. We took another shower and Lily got dressed. I kissed her good bye at the door and told her to call that night. I knew her mother would want to talk to her after I told her what we'd discussed. Candy got home a little later. I told her everything we'd done and said. She nodded when I told her what Lily was thinking. "I knew that would happen. After having you, there's no way she'll be satisfied with Chris." She looked up at me and grinned. Then she told me what she'd told Lily about moving in with us. "Do you think you can keep up with two hot women after your ass all the time, Chuck?" I pulled her into my arms and told her, "It'll be fun trying. If it kills me, then it's the way I want to go." Candy kissed me. She got up to go call Lily. At the doorway she stopped and turned around. "You know Lily and Amanda tell each other everything. She's going to want to try you out next. At least she doesn't have a fiancé to break up with." She left the room. Amanda is built more like her mother, with lots of extra meat on her bones. I had some stored up fantasies about her from when she was finishing high school and living with us. I tried to picture an old man like me trying to satisfy a forty-four year old wife, a twenty-two year old stepdaughter and her nineteen year old sister. There are much less pleasant ways to commit suicide. Lily I hate bachelor parties. It's not that I don't like hanging out with the guys, 'cause I do, and it's not that I'm averse to seeing naked women dance around, 'cause I'm not, but it's rather that marriage seems like such an unappreciated theme of a bachelor party. They don't seem to revolve around the joy of finding your one true love as much as celebrating that you managed to last this long without having it happen. They're about being single, free, a roaming male stalking the plains of his existence in search of fertile ground upon which to sire his lineage. In reality, they look like a bunch of unappealing, raucous men who think they're the shit simply because women will grind against them for a couple hundred. A guy's mind never goes near the fact that this women does this every night, for every sort of guy, and odds are, she's thinking about a movie she wants to go see or some poetry she read, maybe even the dreaded shopping list, all the while grinding against you and cooing seductively about how good you make her feel. I hated sitting at bachelor parties because I didn't want the girls to dance with me for money, and, unfortunately, for the girls it was always business not pleasure. So I sat in the crowd, minding my business, pretending to oh and ah with all the other homo superiors, in reality probably thinking about the same movie or same poetry that the girls were thinking about. In the end, I think the girls got the better deal, because at least they were getting paid to daydream. Then, of course, like any idiot sitting upon his throne of pompous self-righteousness, I quickly found out how unfounded and easily collapsed that chair could really be. My best friend, the groom to be, was getting his midnight "last lap dance of freedom" by some buxom blonde. It was in fact his fourth of the night; by his own insistence, it was midnight somewhere every hour. The other guys were chatting amongst themselves, talking about the girls, sharing stories about how they all seemed to look like some girl they had dated back at some point which they seemed a little fuzzy on, but they could definitely remember how good the sex had been, pretty much typical guy strip club banter when everyone's realized that the inside walls of their wallet were touching. I sat, of course, in the middle, trying to appropriately nod in appreciation of some chick a guy had met in a Hooters that had given him a new meaning in life, although apparently not her name, when the song came on. It was a slow, grinding beat, almost all bass, and I recognized it as an old country song my dad used to play. It had been remixed of course, all the point removed by some DJ who thought he was clever to spell his name with a backwards r, but it fit right in with the beat of the club. I was thinking of my dad playing this old song in his beat up Ford when we used to drive out to see my grandparents decades ago when she came on the stage, and all thoughts of my family slowly leaked out of my head. She had jet black hair shaped around her head in a sort of pixie tomboy kind of way, hands jutting out from her hips as she walked onto stage, the backlight perfectly hitting her as if the club had invented a special kind of spotlight acclimated just to her body. On her head was a small, pink cowgirl hat, tipped back to highlight her face, and she matched the outfit with a pair of daisy dukes and a plaid halter top. I'm not sure if it was the fact that she was probably the most covered stripper in the place, or just the song she had chosen, or even the fact that she was the only who looked like she might actually be a cowgirl in real life, but I couldn't take my eyes away, not for a second. She walked across the stage and began her dance, moving her hips to the beat, rubbing her hands down her white legs to the black boots she brandished, and the entire world seemed to drop out behind me like it had been a cardboard cutout, a facsimile of the real world just there to somehow justify this dream I suddenly found myself front row center for. She did all the normal dances I had seen throughout the night, but for some reason they looked like some kind of ancient, beautiful ritual that robbed me of breath while supplying other, more noticeable physical changes elsewhere. Her song was over before I realized it, the last twangs of the country guitar playing loud as she calmly walked off stage, and I quickly grasped for every last sight of her before she disappeared behind the red curtain. She had been amazing, sensual, intimate, erotic, perfect. I found that I couldn't tear my eyes away, somehow hoping that she might pass by the curtain to parts backstage, or even that the music would start up again and this all would just keep replaying itself, over and over, the perfect dream. Her hand on my shoulder might have caused me to jump if I had not been in a drunken stupor from her presence, but as such, I kept my calm and simply turned around to look at her. She looked different up close, more real somehow, but somewhat even more attractive. I tried to quickly think up something witty to say, something clever that would win her heart, but all I managed was a polite smile. I suppose I might have fainted right then and there, so I would take any victory I could get, no matter how small. "Would you like a dance?" Her voice was deep, not like the fake syrupy sweet Barbies strutting around the club, it was jazz deep, smoke in a bottle, sex distilled. I nodded, another small victory, and she took my hand. It was at this point that I realized she'd never disrobed on stage, that one of the things that had struck me about her was that she hadn't actually stripped, it had been more sensual than erotic, yet somehow the fact that she hadn't strove to turn me on seemed to make it even hotter. It didn't really make a lot of sense, and I decided to just go with it and hope that no one woke me up, that I had forgotten to set my alarm and wouldn't find this wonderful world shattered by an insistent beeping telling me I was late for class. The back of the club was situated around small booths, curtained all around, for the people who liked their dances up close, personal, private. She led me by the hand and I noted that she didn't even ask me if I wanted one of the expensive rooms with a bed, or the simple booths with a high backed chair. Instead she walked me straight to the most expensive room in the club, a room with it's own door instead of a curtain, a bed and a chair, and my mind didn't even conjure up anything above the ability to note how much money I currently had in my wallet. She sat me in the chair, smiled at me, and as she dropped my hand back down to my side she let her fingers trail lightly up my neck and through my hair, sending electric shocks through my system that could have powered Chicago for a month. Her hips began to move, slowly at first, as if they couldn't find the beat they wanted, and then a little faster as the rest of her body got into it. Up close, I could see the hint of a tattoo all along the small of her back, and for a strange second I became slightly jealous of whoever had gotten to put it there, touch her so intimately. All thoughts were gone again as she stretched her leg up in front of me, sitting it on the back of the chair, and ran one of her legs up her smooth thighs, milk white in the black light of the club, finally letting her fingers come to rest just outside the seam of her tiny shorts. "Do you have money?" It broke the silence, in my mind and in the room, but only for a second before I was reaching for my wallet and fumbling it out of my pocket. I had barely anything, thirty dollars in lose bills, but she smiled and took it all out for me, tossing my wallet behind her on the bed. Placing each bill on top of the next, she spread them out, laying the fan of green on my lap, her leg still sitting so close to my head that I couldn't smell anything but the leather of her boot. I only had thirty dollars, she was going to laugh, going to turn around, at least make me go to the ATM, but she did none of those things; she took her leg down, turned, and slowly peeled her shorts down. I could see her white cotton thong, could see a small mark on her leg where she cut herself shaving, but only peripherally. I couldn't take my eyes off the tattoo that crept down her back, right down to her perfectly shaped ass. A woman, holding an axe and a kitten, circled by smoke, seeming to exude both vulnerability and strength at the same time. It must have been painful, but it had been worth it. Her shorts paused a moment over her boots, and she was fully bent over, giving me a view of her butt that was almost breath stopping in nature. I couldn't move, time stopped, as my eyes wandered over every detail of her: the perfect angle that it stuck out against her lower back, the fold right below that seemed to cup her ass gently, seemed to push it up and push it out at the same time. She had the most amazing body I had ever seen, and I had the realization that no matter how confident she seemed right now, she probably sat at home, looking at herself in the mirror, wishing she could lose 10 pounds, just like everyone else. The thought that she wouldn't understand how soft she looked, how perfect, how much better than the cold, hard women she tried to emulate, seemed like a crime against nature. Time sped up again, and she stepped out of her shorts, turning around and unbuttoning her top in the same motion. I could see the indent of her naval below the shirt as she let it fall open, barely still covering her breasts, seeming to catch in the perfect position as to just barely give a hint of what wonders lay beneath the cloth. She had another tattoo, a bat, on her chest, small and delicate, and it made me want to kiss it, kiss her, hold her close and see what other kinds of treasures she might be hiding on her body. She must have seen it in my eyes, for she stepped back a bit and smiled at me. "No touching sweetie." She must not understand that I could barely keep myself breathing I felt so frozen, let alone raise a hand to touch this goddess, but I nodded solemnly anyway, not wanting her to think I wasn't listening. She began to sway again, running her hands up her belly under her shirt, then back down, sliding a hand underneath her thong, making the softest of sighs as she explored her own body, in turn letting me explore everywhere she touched. I practically willed myself to feel her soft skin as she must be feeling it, barely grazing over her body with her fingertips, feeling every smooth inch of her. As her hand slowly slipped out from underneath her panties, she shrugged her shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, keeping one hand over her breasts. I yearned to see all of her, to see her small pink nipples, to see the swell of her breasts falling naturally over her, wondered what those breasts would look like while she was lying underneath me. Turning away from me again, she moved her hands away, back down to her hips, achingly censoring the soft parts of her body I craved to see most. She turned back slightly, coyly letting me imagine the slight outline of the side of her breasts exposed, and grabbed some of the money off my lap. Her finger tips brushed the tip of my growing erection, and if she had lingered I might have finished on the spot. Instead she drew her hand up, running the bills over her own ass, finally clipping them down underneath her thong and smiling at me. I got the hint and followed suit, gripping a ten between my fingers and running it up her legs, lightly, trying not to let her see how much my hand trembled as the money traced a path over the soft curve of her butt. I tucked the money inside her thong and she smiled at me, I grinned back like an idiot, and she turned. Leaving her hands on her hips, her perfect breasts glimmered in the light, softly reflecting off the bare sheen of sweat that graced her body. She was pierced through her nipples, which seemed to draw focus inwards, away from the curves of her body, her small soft breasts, and into the very inner her, as if her sexual energy could be glimpsed at these center points on her body. As I watched, she let her hands trace themselves upwards over her belly, across her belly button, finally resting underneath to cup her breasts, bring them closer to my face. She let herself slide over my knees, pushing her soft silky skin closer to me, every once in a while letting her thumbs wander up to lightly caress the steel bars, the flesh surrounding them. I'm not sure what overcame me, let me shake off the paralysis and replace it with unthinking action, but suddenly my tongue came out of my mouth, slowly licking under her breast, caressing, tasting her skin and her sweat. She started a bit, then relaxed, and my mind kept telling me to stop, but I didn't, couldn't, I was moving upwards, circling, coming towards the metal and those perfect nipples. I heard her sigh as I sucked one into my mouth, tasting the tang of the metal against my tongue, the rough skin of her areola and the hard, tight button of the nipple itself. She sighed again as I shifted to the other one hungrily, and I could feel her hands in my hair. Finally she did stop me, I felt her pull away, and I realized I had blown it, I had upset her, and I would never see this goddess again. But then I realized she wasn't leaving, she wasn't telling me to go, she was hiking her leg back up onto the back of the chair, pushing the pink cowgirl hat down farther on her head, and pulling her underwear aside. I saw a brief hint of another tattoo I hadn't noticed on her leg, cheetah print, and then she was grinding herself into me. I instinctively started licking, bringing my hands around to cup her butt as she moved her hips against me, shoving my tongue even deeper inside. I couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe how wet she was, how good she smelled and tasted. I realized I was moaning as I ate her, gripping her ass as if I couldn't get enough of her, but then I realized that was ok, that she was moaning louder than I was, her hands grabbing handfuls of my hair and riding me like I was the horse in her cowgirl stage show. I gave her the best I had, letting her buck against my face and fuck my mouth with all she had, until finally her body started shuddering and shaking and I could taste her cum. She fell back then, onto the floor, holding onto her hat as if it would blow away in a strong wind, and it was a long time before her eyes opened. I was surprised to see myself in them, the same lust that I felt, the same heat, the same passion. The thought that this woman, this goddess, could see me like this made me feel like anything I did from this night out would be downhill. Springing up onto her knees so fast I couldn't react, she had her hand on my crotch and her tongue in my mouth, kissing me so hard I would have thought that she had just discovered the cure for some disease resided in my saliva. I let her taste herself on me, let her tongue dance around mine, before finally she dropped back and quickly unzipped my pants. I was rock hard, and the look she gave me made me feel like I belonged on Mt. Olympus. Her mouth fell open a bit and she looked up at me, wide eyed, licking her lips as she seemed to decide whether or not she could take it all in. Her head plunged down, lips wrapping around my cock, and I decided right then and there that this would be one of those moments that you base the rest of your life around. She sucked me off like she thought we might have to stop any minute, making that pink cowgirl hat bob up and down so fast I thought I might pass out just from the sight. I could feel her tongue stop to lick the tip of my penis, could feel her hands massaging the shaft as she tried to take it as deep as she could. I could feel her gag as she tried to take it all the way down her throat, but she never stopped, letting her own spit coat my dick so she could go even faster. I wanted to come, needed to, but I pushed her back instead, stopping her the crucial instant before my orgasm became inevitable. She sat back, a tiny bit of spit still clinging from her lips to my cock, and looked hurt that I made her stop. I quickly aimed to rectify that, picking her up off the floor, spinning her around, and sitting her straight down on my dick. I went in with no effort at all, letting her slide all the way down, and let out a stifled cry that was only a quarter of what I felt. She was warm, tight, loving, everything she should be, and I thought for a moment that I wouldn't be able to move. Then she was moving for me, hands on her knees, bouncing her ass up and down on my thick cock. I could see her ass as she pounded back into me, fucking me harder than I'd ever been fucked before. It was amazing, she was insatiable, and I put my hands around her waist to make her go faster, hold her so she could concentrate on pounding that ass as fast as she could back down onto my dick. She was moaning, deep down in her throat, that sexy voice of hers, and I could feel my orgasm building with her. I felt her fingers prying at mine, lifting them, putting them on her nipples, making me pinch and twist as my orgasm finally climaxed. I felt myself shooting inside her, felt her spasm around me, contracting as her own orgasm threatened to bring down our house. We sat like that for a moment, a thin layer of sweat dripping down her back, more than a thin layer coating me, and I wondered what would happen now. I couldn't believe this woman, this creature of beauty, and I know that I didn't care if she asked me for money in a moment, or asked for my number, or just left without saying a word. I was hooked on this girl, my goddess, and I couldn't see my life without her anytime soon. Lily, 2011 Propped up on one elbow her smile undulating on her lips, on her mouth, on her face, the pleasure of touching herself sweeping through her in little waves, Daddy watching, Lily nodded, his question alone making her draw in her breath in heated, lovely excitement. She'd decided to live with her father instead of on campus, not an altogether innocent decision without intentions on both their parts. The heat had been building between them and they both knew living with each other again, what they would do with each other, father and daughter, behind closed doors where no one would know, in private. Her eyes half closed dreamily, her knees wide apart, her fingers slowly softly touching between her legs, her satiny soft little pussy glistening under her fingers delicately drawing circles over and through her shiny, creamy wet little pussy, Lily looked hotly up into her father's eyes. "Baby? You like Daddy watching you, don't you," her father said more than asked. Lily's eyes closed listening to the rhythmic question of her father's deep gravelly voice. She'd left her door open, a look of calm on her face as she looked right at her father when he came to her bedroom door, her hands between her legs. She knew he would come down the hall. That he would come to watch her. His knowing exciting her, his telling her more than asking her, him there in her room with her she smiled as if she were alone, masturbating, her intake of breath, her knees spreading her fingers slipping hot and rhythmic in and out of her swollen pink sex. Naked on her bed in front of her father, "yessss," she breathed out, her voice quivering, "I do, Daddy, love you watching me," him watching her play with herself more exciting than anything she'd ever felt before, performing for him, her cooing and so, so softly touching herself in front of him a fantasy she'd had for years. "Watch me Papa, watch me touch my little pussy," she gushed; her even telling him to watch made her cream all over fingers, asking him just like she whispered into the dark on so many nights alone in her room, fantasizing, saying under her breath, "watch me, Papa, watch me touch myself. I didn't wear panties, Daddy, so you could see my pussy," arching her back, lifting her nightie, "look at my tits, Daddy, look how swollen they are, Daddy, for you, Papa," she'd say over, and over again making herself cum to images of her handsome father. "So sexy, lil baby, the way you touch yourself, so soft, so gentle, look how creamy wet you are, mmmm, little baby, so, so sexy, sweetie." Lily felt her little pussy gush, knew she could make herself cum right then. Yes, she thought, your sexy little baby, Daddy, smiling, her eyes encouraging him to watch, seducing him afresh each night now. "Daddy? It makes me so hot, you watching me. Want you, to watch me...touch myself, Papa, to tell you what I think about at night, in bed by myself...about you Daddy." "You think about Daddy at night when you touch yourself, baby?" Lily smiled again and couldn't hold it; her glimmering eyes say yes as they close as she gushes out a breath, as her little pussy gushes creamy wet, her nodding, yes. "You think about Daddy at night, coming to your room to watch you don't you, lil baby." Lily nods, her shuddering breath, her Daddy's words, her mouth open her intake of breath, pushes her fingers inside her, her fingers buried inside her, "yesss, Daddy," she whispers hotly, her hips lifting into her rocking pelvis, "yesss...it turns me on Papa." She opens her eyes so softly, sparkling, heated, and looks into her father's eyes, her hips rolling side to side, slowly, performing for him, her fingers taking her breath away so overwhelmed with heat she can't hold herself up on her elbow anymore. Laying back, spreading her legs, her so lewdly open to her father's gaze, hot under his gaze, her large breasts swollen thrusting up from her chest, her looking at him over them making her nipples tingle, at him rubbing his erection in his pants his looking into her excited eyes, up between her breasts, her nipples aching hot bursting under her Daddy's gaze, because of Daddy's gaze. Lily nods, her eyes closed, "I do, Daddy, think about you touching me," sliding her fingers so sexily in and out of her swollen little cunt, "at night," up to her second knuckle, in and out, showing her Daddy how she touches herself, fucks herself, wanting him to see, to watch, "kissing me, your tongue, in my mouth, Papa," she gushed out, her soft swollen slippery wet little pussy, hungry, hot, aching, her Daddy watching so intently. "Touching me...like this, Papa," her strumming little touches, her pelvis rolling, fucking herself with her fingers, pushing a finger from behind her into her soft little bottom, her squeezing, rubbing her hand over her enflamed breast, rubbing them together. "You watching me, sucking...my nipples, Papa," showing her father how big they are, how swollen and aching hot they are, "like this," her entire body writhing to her self-touches. How badly her nipples ached, how badly she wanted him to put his mouth on them, to suck on them, imagining him, her father sucking on her nipples. "You...putting your, cock..." she paused for effect, "in my mouth, Daddy." She looked at him, her fingers fucking into herself, "sucking you...in my warm little mouth, ohhhhhhh, Papaaaa," making herself deliriously hot, contagiously hot, her hips bucking into her little fingers. "Nnngh, lil baby, Daddy likes that you rub your tits for Daddy, Lily. Mmmm, little baby, good girl. You're making Daddy, want to...do things to you, baby, for making Daddy so hard," her father growled, squeezing his erection through his pants, staring at his daughter so ripe and soft and lovely naked on her bed. The blankets pushed down, his daughter, flowery powdery soft, her legs spread, her breasts squeezed together between her arms, her fingers slipping in and out of her shiny swollen little cunt so wet for him. Lily squeezed her shoulders together in excitement, her breasts pressed together, her holding them, touching them, wanting her father to see, to watch, to find her so sexy, making him hard, wanting him to come stand next to her, wanting him to pull his cock from his pants, to touch it to her lips. She opened her eyes again, looking up at her father his eyes intently looking into hers him rubbing his straining hard cock in his pants. Lily felt her pussy cream slippery hot wet, her nipples buzzing, her breasts swelling even more, hard, aching, wanting her father's mouth. "Nnnn, Daddy, I do, Daddy, think about, you touching me," she mewled softly, feeling so naughty, gushing out the words, watching his hand, watching him squeeze himself, "at night, Daddy," she continued, watching him slide his hand up, and down his rigid hard cock, "here, in my room," she could see its outline, she knew she made it hard like that. "In my bed, Papa," she rolled her pelvis in rhythm with his hand, "our secret," imagined him sliding his cock over her wet little cunt, "sucking, my breasts, Daddy," she moaned, "I won't tell, Daddy," the unnecessary words, her fantasy, making herself so writhing incestuously hot to say them. "Mmm, little baby. Your tits," he paused, "are so fucking beautiful, baby. You like watching me touch my cock, don't you, my hot sexy little baby." Lily nodded shakily, squeezing her breasts, pulling on her nipples, her breathing out through her open mouth, her fingers in her soft warm wet little pussy, her eyes fixed on her father's hand rubbing his cock through his pants. "I think about...sucking you, Daddy, at night, in my room, you putting your cock in my mouth, Daddy, my sucking it, putting my mouth on it, sucking you, Daddy, so hard, in my wet little mouth, Daddy." "Ohhh god little baby," he whispered, "so hot. Daddy has thought about putting my mouth on your little pussy, too, baby, ever since you moved in, licking my little baby, your sweet little pussy, Lily. Daddy wants to taste you, baby. Daddy wants to taste my little girl's hot little cunt. Would you like that, baby, Daddy licking you." Lily squirmed and wriggled under her fingers, relishing her sexy father's words, savoring his admitting he dreamt of her too, that he had incestuous thoughts about her too; how many times she imagined her fingers were her Daddy's mouth, her Daddy's tongue, licking her, so softly, his mouth on her hot little pussy. Imagined herself on her belly, her father spreading her open, spreading the cheeks of her bottom apart, looking at her, at her hot swollen pink shiny slit, her gaping swollen little cunt so open to him, licking her from behind. Her pushing her little bottom up, humping toward her father's gaze, her father's hot wet mouth, wanting him to touch her, needing him to touch her, to put his hand on her soft warm pussy, to slip his fingers through her creamy wet little slit, him gripping all of her in his one big hand, to slide his finger through her swollen pink slit, her so perfectly bare smooth freshly shaven for her father. She'd shaven because she loved the tingling sensation of her bald smooth naked sex, so open, so exposed, so feminine and pearly satiny soft for her father's mouth. Seducing him with her pink soft little pussy, so shiny and glistening, images of her father arousing her, compelling her, to show him how hot she was, how needy she was, how much she wanted him. "Daddy loves watching you, lil baby, so sexy little baby, so beautiful, your little pussy is so perfect baby, makes...Daddy want you, Lily." Lily smiled looking up at her father, into his eyes, watching him pull on his cock so long and thick under his pants, his seething hot words, the look on his face that he wanted to take her making her melt inside. "Mmmm, kitten, so beautiful," he growled again. Lily blushed and smiled, loving hearing her father tell her how sexy, and beautiful and hot he thought she was. She felt herself glow. She felt herself open. She felt herself be herself, a woman, tender, and feminine and sexual, her father's little lover, his equal. "Baby, Daddy couldn't resist looking into your room earlier, as you changed. Daddy had to see you in your tiny little black panties, your sexy black bra, your sexy black boots. Daddy loved watching you, baby. The way you moved for Daddy, the way you danced, for Daddy, so sexy, Lily, so, so sexy. You knew you were making Daddy hard, didn't you, baby. You knew Daddy was watching you dance in front of the mirror, didn't you. Daddy loved watching you, baby. You love moving that way, don't you sweet baby, so sensually." Lily rubbed her little pussy furiously, nodding, hissed under her breath, "Yessss," loving that her handsome father thought she had a hot sexy body, that he loved the way she moved for him, swaying her hips, her bottom. "I knew...you were watching, Papa." "Daddy saw you looking at me in the mirror, baby, Daddy looking at your swaying little bottom. I saw you touch yourself through your little back panties, baby, your tattoo moving with your slender little shoulders, your beautiful little bottom. Daddy wants to hold your little bottom, Lily, as Daddy kisses you. Daddy has wanted to touch you, too, lil baby. Daddy wants to cup your bottom in my hands, pull you onto me, down onto Daddy's hard cock. Would you like that, lil baby, to...fuck Daddy, to be Daddy's little lover?" Lily so softly touched herself, her pussy shiny, pink and wet, rolling her hips, looking pleadingly hot into her father's eyes, picturing herself straddling her father's waist, picturing herself lowering herself onto her father's raging incestuous hard cock, and nodded, gushing out a breath. "Baby? Daddy saw you in the bath last night. You were so beautiful, baby, you knew Daddy was watching, didn't you." Lily smiled hotly, her eyes closing, her mouth open, her fingers fluttering over her swollen sensitive clit, her legs spread wider still for her sexy father. "Nnnnn, yessss, Daddy. I-I, like you...watching me, I wanted you to see, wanted to...turn you on, Daddy. Left the door open for you, so you could watch me, Papa. So you could imagine washing me getting me...all clean...like you used to, giving me baths Daddy." "Ohh lil baby, Daddy couldn't take my eyes off you, my beautiful baby. Your face was glowing, baby, so beautiful, you wanted me to look at your breasts, didn't you lil baby." Lily nodded, squeezing her breasts between her arms, her nipples hot, aching, swollen. She saw her father looking at her breasts, and she squeezed her arms together even more, his stare warming her inside, making her tingle inside, making her cream. "Your lovely breasts floating in the water were...just exquisite, baby. Your breasts, baby, are the most beautiful tits Daddy has ever seen. You love soaping your breasts, don't you baby." Lily nodded, hardly able to breathe, squeezing her breasts, "I do," remembering being in the bathtub, "I love soaping them, Daddy, makes me so hot, Papa," she whispered out, seeing herself sitting in the bath, letting her breasts float in the water, weightless, knowing Daddy was looking, that Daddy might be touching himself watching, that Daddy's cock was hard just outside the door. She looked down at her excited swollen breasts, how perfect they were, her conical puffy nipples jutting out hard and swollen, knowing Daddy was watching her, how she laid back in the water so that her breasts would float, so Daddy would see how swollen her nipples were. How she kneeled in the tub, her legs open, her bald little cunny open to his gaze, soaping them, rolling them in her hands, kneading them in her hands for her father, for her own pleasure, rubbing her arms over them, soapy and slippery wet, making herself so hot, knowing her father was watching from the hall, outside the bathroom door she'd left cracked open for him. How his watching her, kneeled in the tub, raising up in the soft warm tub water, bubbles touching over her, soft, glowing, made her need to cum. How she pushed out her bottom, arching her back, soaping her belly, soaping herself, sliding her hand between her legs one hand in front slipping through her swollen little slit, rubbing her clit, the other from behind, her fingers rubbing deep into her sex, pushing into her cottony soft little bottom. How she moaned showing Daddy her shaven little pussy, her breasts, her nipples so hard, wanting Daddy to notice, to see how swollen her breasts were, how much she wanted him to suck them for her. "You shaved for Daddy, didn't you, Lily." Her father's question thrilling her, "yessss, for you Papa," she gushed, watching him pull on his cock through his pants, a wild look on her face, her mouth open, her eyes staring hotly, flashing up at her father. "You want Daddy to lick you, don't you, baby." Her father smiled. She nodded, sliding her fingers over her slick wet mons, feeling how bare she was, how smooth and wet and aching hot for her father she was, how good it felt to touch her bare little mound, her creamy wet smooth skin, how sensitive she was, how it made her so warm inside. Lily watched her father pulling on his hugely hard thick cock through his pants, the big rounded knob of his cock straining against the thin fabric, imagined herself pulling on it for him, sucking him, making him cum in her hot little mouth. "You like watching, Daddy too, don't you little baby, Daddy pulling on my cock," her father growled, the look of lust an almost snarling glare, penetrating, fucking her, taking her, making her his, his grip tightening around his throbbing hard member, pulling up and down, the fabric of his pants bunching and pleating around his gripping fingers. Lily imagined herself tied to the bed, imagined her father standing over her, watching her squirming, quivering, her breasts shaking, her nipples aching hard. She imagined his big hands kneading her swollen breasts, his hot wet mouth sucking on them, mouthing them, kissing and licking them, her arms tied back behind her head, her unable to stop him, her bare smooth feminine legs spread and bound with her father's silken ties. She imagined him telling her to kiss him, slipping his tongue into her mouth, her meeting his tongue with hers. The slippery hot warmth, the melding of their being, their incestuous kiss, her cunt spasming in orgasm just from her father's hot wet kiss, her bald smooth cunt open and exposed, and dripping hot wet. Her father's big hand cupping her soaking wet vibrating hot cunt. Him taking her mercilessly, driving his thick fingers inside her already quivering hot sex. Him rubbing her inside, his fingers fucking into her, pressing against her g-spot, jerking her, his masculinity making her gush her juices all over his big hand. Lily's eyes flashed wickedly. "Oh god, Papa, yesssss, I love watching you, Daddy, pull on your cock, Papa. Watched you before, Daddy," she gushed out, blushing, "through a hole I made in my closet," beside herself, admitting she had, in a frenzy, rubbing her swollen hot aching tits, "made myself cum watching you, Daddy," her father smiling hotly at her, trying to control herself and unable to, her movements jerky, frantic. Touching herself, "watched you pull on your cock, Papa, watched you cum, Daddy, wanted to taste you, wanted to suck you, wanted to swallow it all, Papa, came so hard imagining I was, Daddy," needing to be touched wanting to be touched, fucking her pussy up into her fingers, rolling her hips so perfectly softly naked in front of her father pulling on his hugely hard incestuous daddy-cock, watching his daughter masturbate in front of him, for him. "I wan to see it, Daddy," she gushed hot between breaths. "Your...your cock, Daddy, I-I want to see it. Pull it out for me, Daddy. Want to see it hard, here in my room, in your hand, Daddy, pulling on it while you look at me, Papa, while you watch me...touch myself, Papa, please Daddy, show me." Lily's head rolled back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her whole body tensing, her breath bursting from her lungs. She was fucking her hot little pussy, her fingers strumming, stroking, pumping inside her throbbing little cunt in front of her own father. She loved feeling this hot, this bad, this wrong. She loved the incestuous pulses coursing through her thoughts, her feelings her ripe swollen hot body. She looked deep into her father's incestuous gaze. "Show me, Daddy, show me...your cock," she hissed out, flushed hot, her pussy creaming all over her fingers, letting herself say it, letting herself be so naughty, so dirty with her Daddy, her father. "Ohh god, Daddy, show me your cock, please, Papa, let me...let me see your hard cock, Daddy." "Nnnnngh lil baby, look how...beautiful you are," her father prolonging her need, "little baby, fuck, Daddy loves looking at you, watching you. Daddy thinks about you at night, too, baby. You've grown up so beautifully baby. I've thought about coming into your room, too, baby, touching you, kissing you. If Daddy had only known you were watching Daddy, too, baby, I would have come into your room right then, our little secret, just you and Daddy, baby. I would have come in, and locked the door. I would have told you to come to my room. I would have let you pull on me, suck me, make me cum in your hot little mouth, baby. Daddy would have...licked your beautiful little slit, sweet baby." Lily gushed, again, and again as she watched her father's eyes move from hers down to her soaking pink fleshy slit, her beautiful little flower, her trembling fingers working in and out of her soft wet humming little pussy. She rolled her pelvis up at him as he looked at her hands working furiously, strumming her clit, stroking so softly through her pink little folds, her father, breathing so hard, his mouth open, his hand squeezing, gripping, pulling on his cock watching her, his daughter, her frantic to see his cock, for him to see her little pussy, so eager to touch him, to see him, to finally at last feel him. Lily, 2011 "Licking me," the words coming out even as the image of her father's mouth, her father's tongue swept through her gushing pink little slit, "did you...think about ...licking me, Papa, your...little girl," flushing hot at her own shuddering words, "my little pussy, Daddy?" Her father leaned forward, toward her, his hips thrust out, his cock big and hard and thick through his slacks in his fist. Lily saw the stain of pre-cum, the dark spot right at the top of her father's cock. "Nnnnnggyesss, baby," he growled, "licking my little baby's sweet little pussy, baby, Daddy's mouth on you, Daddy's tongue licking your creamy wet little slit, your first time. Oh god, baby, look how fucking hot you are, look how fucking wet you are," he hissed staring at his daughter's incestuous hot gaping pink sex, swollen and puffy and quivering under her fingers. Lily's eyes closed again as she bit her lower lip thinking of her handsome father's hot wet mouth between her legs, licking her, her slender hips writhing, wriggling on her fingers, his tongue. Imagining if he had come in as she swayed in front of her mirror, dancing, in her little black panties, her knee high black boots making her look so long and slender and hot, pushing her little bottom out, so sexily thrilling. Her Daddy watching her from the door, her swaying, arching her back, bending over, letting him see her, cumming the whole time, little burst of delicious pulsing waves knowing her father was watching. "Sucking, my...my nipples, Papa?" again picturing him sucking her hot flesh into his hot sucking wickedly incestuous mouth even as her words spilled out in feigned question. Pretending her innocence made them both raging hot for each other. She quivered to the image of her father sucking her nipples, rolling her little shoulder toward him offering him her flushed hot breasts. She could barely speak, imagining her Daddy behind her, pulling on her nipples, squeezing her hot swollen tits, grinding her bottom into her father's raging hard cock. His muscular arms trapping her in his grip, his breath hot and wet on the side of her face, his growling, his, that she was his, to do with as he pleased. "Nnnngghhbabyyyy, yessss baby, sucking your lovely breasts, your swollen nipples. Your gorgeous breasts in Daddy's big hands." "Putting your...cock, in me, Daddy?" she gushed out on a single quivering breath making herself shake and vibrate staring madly heated at her father's hand squeezing, sliding, up and down his rigid erection, his big hand rolling over the bloated head through his pants. She bit her lower lip, imagined taking him in her mouth looking up into her father's warm-hot eyes, his expression one of pure want and need. "Ohhh god, baby, yesss," her father answered. "Do you...want, to put it in me...now, Daddy?" as if she didn't know, as if she were his innocent little girl asking in her soft sexy alluring voice, biting her lip, rolling her hips, making herself so hot, pouting, her legs spread wide, her knees open, her breath hot, her slippery wet incestuous little pussy glistening, open, shiny pink wet, aching, throbbing for her father. "Yessss, baby, Daddy does." Her father's body straightened, his eyes and face softening, intent, decided. She moaned asking again, as much to hear him answer, again. "Do you, Daddy, want to put your cock in me, Papa, in your little girl, Papa, in my pussy, Papa?" she asked, quivering, "to...come to...my room, at night, Papa, and...and, oh god Daddy...to put your cock in me, your daddy-cock, in me, Papa?" she breathed out in gasping little breaths, his incestuous little lover, staring at her father's rigid hard cock under his slacks, her little hips undulating, creaming at her own words, what she had wanted to ask, to say, for so long, hot at her own words, for saying them at all. Her father looked deep into her glistening eyes as he moved toward her, "Yes, baby. Yes, so many times." Staring into her father's eyes, she made herself stop touching her pussy and slid her hands out over her bare pale thighs, spreading her legs, as wide as she could, showing her father herself, her shaven smooth bald pink hot sex, so swollen, dripping wet, shiny wet, throbbing aching wet. "My pussy...is for you, Daddy, made for you, Papa," she purred, smiling, moving in her bed like a kitten in heat. "I want...you in me, Daddy," watched her father's eyes, intense, seeing her, staring straight into her, her open pink shiny swollen sex, her father panting, "your cock...in me, Papa, need...it in me," him squeezing his thick hard cock in his fist through his pants. "Can you feel me, Daddy?" him squeezing then pulling on it, stroking it through the so thin material of his pants. "You want it in me, don't you Papa," watching her spread her legs, looking at her, "to fuck your cock into your little girl?" his eyes flashing, his mouth open, "to fuck my little pussy, Daddy," him pulling on himself through his pants, "with your big cock, Papa," looking down at his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, his breathing so hard, his mouth open. "You're so fucking hot, baby," her father snarled. Lily rolled her hips, "I want you, to...put it...in me, Papa," Lily breathed out, her legs spread wide open, "I want you, to fuck me, Papa," sliding her hands along her upper thighs, teasing herself, wanting him to feel her soft warm skin through her hands. Her father leaned out from the dresser, standing, pulling on his cock, the look in his eyes, hungry, the look on his face almost making Lily cum. He was her father, but he wasn't, he was this handsome, sexy, sexual man lusting for his woman. Lily lifted her bottom from the bed rocking her pelvis to the rhythm of her father's hand pulling on his cock as he stepped up to her bed, trailing her fingers up to her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, sucking on her fingers, this carnal orgy, her and her father alone together in their house, alone together in her bedroom where no one would know. He whispered so softly she felt her pussy flood. "Mmmm, baby, look how sexy you are. Your little pussy is, so beautiful, baby. Daddy wants to fuck your beautiful little pussy, Lily." Lily's entire body wracked with heat. "My pussy, is...so hot, Daddy, throbbing inside, Papa," Lily moaned, "wants you, Papa," rolling her hips, leaning her head down, her mouth, reaching out her tongue to lick her own nipples looking directly into her father's eyes watching her do it. "Oh god baby, tell Daddy how hot your little pussy is, baby." Lily pulled on both her nipples, "nnnn, so hot, Daddy, so wet, Papa," as she rocked her hips, "for you, Papa." "Show Daddy what a beautiful little pussy you have, baby." Lily gushed and raised her knees, her legs spread open, her little pussy glistening slippery wet, smooth, bare, swollen, hot, aching, squeezing her breasts, her nipples on fire, her pink sex so bare and smooth for Daddy. Her father growled a hot penetrating whisper, "So beautiful, baby, you are, so beautiful," as he undid his belt. Lily began breathing harder, yes, her eyes said unabashedly, yes, wide and flashing nodding, yes, watching her father undo his belt buckle, her face going serious again, too hot to hold a smile as her father unbuttoned his pants, yes, his cock so visibly pushing up, the head straining against the fabric, the outline so amazing to her, his daughter, his little baby. "Oh god, Daddy, yesss, show me, Daddy, show me your cock, Papa. Have thought about you so many times, wanted this, for so long Papa. You've wanted my hot little pussy too, haven't you, Daddy." Lily squeezed her bottom tight, pushing her bald little mound up, biting the back of her finger, her father's words turning her on so much, rocking her hips, rolling her pelvis, her pussy open and pink and dripping wet. "You want my little bald pussy, don't you, Daddy," Lily whispered again that soft little voice of hers, "to put your big daddy-cock in my warm little pussy, don't you, Papa," wanting him to say, yes, "to slide it inside me, to fuck my little pussy, don't you Papa," heating herself and her father into a frenzy. "Nnnggod, you make Daddy so hard, baby. So fucking hard," he hissed "yesss, baby, I want to fuck my cock inside you, lil baby," as he slowly slid down his zipper, "want to fuck my lil girl, my sexy lil girl," so slowly as if to torment her, looking into her eyes, the muscles in his shoulders, his arms, flexing, jumping, his bare chest glowing, sweaty hot, flushed red, "to fuck my little girl, your hot, wet little pussy. Touch yourself, baby, show Daddy. Show Daddy how wet you make yourself." Lily sucked in her breath so aroused, watching her father unzip his pants, in a kind of slow motion, breathed out in a rush her hand sliding down, her fingers dipping into her hot creamy wet cunny, happy to show her father, delighted to show her sexy father, holding her bottom up in the air on her heels, her loving sexy Daddy looking straight at her hot little cunt, hard for her, his daughter, his little girl. "Nnnn, little baby, my hot little baby, my sexy little baby, mmmm, Daddy loves you so much, Lily." Lily basked in her father's words as he undid his pants, opened them...he wasn't wearing underwear. Lily saw him...the thick swollen bulging length of her Daddy's cock, her eyes wide, hungry, flashing hot. It was perfect, beautiful, the head swollen and proportioned to its thickness and length, a softer pale shade of her father's skin, of her skin. She imagined it inside her, him inside her, in her little hands, in her hot sucking mouth, and she began frantically rubbing the flats of her fingers in her juices over her clit. She wanted to reach for it, lean to it, kiss it. She watched him drop his pants and step out of them, naked, his erection bobbing as he moved toward her, as he kneeled and leaned onto her bed, as he put both his big hands on the backs of her thighs, her knees up to her chest, and spread her open. "Look how hard you make Daddy, Lily. Daddy thought about you last night, little baby. Daddy looked at your pictures, and jerked off to images of fucking you, lil baby. Daddy came so hard, saying your name." "Oh god, Daddy" Lily breathed out, her arms curled up, sucking on her knuckle in her mouth, her other in her hair behind her, "nnnnn, Daddyyy," anticipating her father's mouth at last on her hot little cunny, "you-you...found the pictures of me, Papa?" "Yes, baby. I found them," he smiled wickedly, "my beautiful little baby," her father purred as he leaned forward looking her straight in the eyes as he licked the entire length of her bald, pink, dripping wet little slit, his tongue pushing inside her pink slippery wet little folds, mouthed her entire bald pink shiny creamy wet little cunny, licking her swollen clit, and pushed his tongue into her creamy sweet warm little hole. "Ohhh little baby, Daddy loves your little pussy, baby, how my little girl tastes," her father whispered, licking her, looking into her eyes, Lily's head rolling back, her soft little mewing moans like magic to her Daddy's ears. "Nnnnnn, lil baby," he moaned into her sex, his big hands on the backs of her soft pale thighs, his thumbs spreading her open. "My little girl has such a beautiful little pussy, my lil baby tastes so good," her father moaned under his breath as he put his whole mouth over of her smooth glistening wet creamy mound, over her clit, sucking, flitting his tongue over her clit, loving his little girl's pink dripping wet little cunny, licking, kissing her inner thighs so softly, his warm wet mouth, to make her mad with want, mouthing her, tasting her, his cock raging hard. "Nnnn, ohhh, ohhh god, Daddy, ohhh Papa," Lily mewed and gasped and moaned in chirping hot little whispers, pretending they weren't alone in the house, that she had to be quiet, "nnnnn, Papaaaaa, ohhh," as her father licked her, as he fucked his thumb deeper and deeper into her gaping pink little cunt, licking her for her first time, as he licked and sucked her clit his fingers pressing, sliding, rubbing over her slippery wet mound, her smooth bald little cunt so hot, so creamy dripping wet, aching pulsing hot, her juices all around her father's mouth. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," she chirped in succession, "nnnnuuuhh, ohhhhh, Papa, uhhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," Lily beamed, smiling, moaning, cooing panting unable to suppress her glee, the pleasure Daddy was giving her hot little baby pussy spread so wide open, up in the air, her Daddy's mouth everywhere, licking, biting, mouthing, kissing, sucking, his moans reverberating inside her, mingling with hers, her body jerking and twisting and writhing under her father's incestuous tongue. Oh my god, where did he learn to do that, she wondered, oh my god, Daddy's mouth, Daddy's cock, "nnnnn, Papa, nnnnn lick me, Daddy, ohhhh god, Daddy," as he fucked her bald little pussy with his hot wet mouth. "Is this what you dream about, baby," he growled softly, looking up at her from between her legs, his breath hot on your throbbing little cunt, Daddy coming into your room at night, licking your soft little baby pussy, Daddy licking your creamy wet little slit, yesssss, that's my good girl." Lily answered in a flash, hurried, wanton, "nn-hnnn, yesss, Daddy." "Is this what you've wanted, lil baby?" "Nnnnn-hnn, uh-huhhh," Lily bit the back of her finger, her eyes closing, her breath shuddering out, "nnn, yesss, Daddy, don't stop Papa, lick me." "Daddy coming into your room at night lil baby? Lifting your little nightie, licking my little girl?" "Nnnnnuuhh, ohhhh Daddy, nnn-hnnnn, touching me, Papa, pretending...I'm asleep, so you won't stop," her breath gushing loud through her nose, "at night, in secret, Papa," she fantasized with him, her fantasy of her father standing above her, him watching her fingers slide in and out of her hot little slit, her turn her head toward him, him put his cock in front of her, touch the head to her open lips, her greedily sucking her father's thick incestuous meat into her hot sucking little mouth, sucking him so hard and soft and warm as she rubbed her slippery wet little pussy. "Daddy looking at your hot little pussy, baby, Daddy touching you through your sexy thin little panties? Daddy moving your legs apart, looking at your bare soft little thighs, your soft little pussy, your slit so plainly visible through your tiny little panties?" "Ohhh god, Daddy, don't stop, don't stop, yessss." "Daddy touching your nipples? Daddy's hands kneading your swollen hot breasts," whispering between licks, reaching his arm up to her, putting his finger out covered in his daughter's cum as she took his wrist in her hand, guided his outstretched finger to her sucking little mouth, humming tasting herself, sucking her father's finger as hotly as if it were his cock. "You taste good on Daddy's finger, don't you baby. Do you want to taste what you taste like on Daddy's cock, sweetie, tell Daddy, baby." Lily moaned out and nodded emphatically, looking into her father's eyes, her little pussy dripping creaming wet, Daddy taking slathering long licks, mouthing her bald mons, sucking her clit. She pictured her father's cock throbbing deep in her throat, the taste of herself on her father's cock, felt the pulsing meaty heat, the want in her buttery warm little belly. "Nnnnyessss Papa, nnnn, Papa, want you...in my mouth, Papa," she moaned as she sucked his finger. "Lick my little pussy, Daddy, so I can taste me, when you kiss me, Papa." Lily breathed out a gushing hot breath. She'd imagined him in her room at night so many times, licking her hot little slit for her, her madly sucking his cock, him kissing her, the taste of her creamy little cunny on Daddy's lips. "Baby? Do you think about Daddy opening your pajama top, Daddy's hands on your breasts, lil baby, Daddy's mouth, on your breasts? Daddy kneading and pulling on your gorgeous tits, lil baby, then Daddy putting my cock in your warm little mouth, baby?" Lily didn't know whether to answer, or not, her nodding her head to each of his questions, anticipating saying yes to anything her Daddy asked, his words urging her into a frenzy, her nipples so hard and hot, her breasts swollen hot and throbbing, her hot little cunny dripping wet, all over, again, that, yes, that was one of her favorite fantasies, thrusting her little pussy into her father's mouth, pushing up on her heels, rolling her little pelvis, her father's hands under her, squeezing her soft round little bottom in his big hands, holding her up to his mouth. She'd never felt her pussy so hot, so wet. Never felt anything like it before, her father's mouth, her father making her cum on his mouth, his tongue pushing inside her, fucking her, her father humping his cock against the bed. "Baby?" her father asked, lifting his head, raising himself up, "do you want Daddy to fuck your little pussy, baby? Do you want Daddy's cock, sweet baby?" Lily moaned out loud, "ohhh god, Daddy, nn-hnnn, yesss, Papa, nnn-hnnn," nodding her head, her pelvis still pushing, rocking up and down, squeezing her breasts, "in me, in me Papa, fuck my little pussy, Daddy." "Mmm, Daddy wants you too, lil baby." Lily watched her father raise himself, his hugely hard cock standing rigid pointing between her spread legs, her bald shiny wet swollen little cunny. She bit her knuckle again...that huge thing...inside her. "Nnnnbabyyyy, Daddy wants to fuck you, Lily. Daddy wants to fuck my little girl. Daddy wants to love you inside, with Daddy's cock, baby." Before Lily knew it, her father slid his hands under her lower back, his palms open and his fingers gripping her hips, and pulled her to him, violently. Pulled her right to the edge of her bed, her knees almost against her chest, his hands sliding out from under her, pushing down on the undersides of her thighs, her knees wide apart, her spread open, her bald little mound exposed to him, her pink little pussy angled up to him, her slit open, a gash of pink wet sex, dripping wet, puffy swollen, her naked bare sex, her thighs, her belly, her hungry eyes, her hair torn about her flushed face. Lily watched, her mouth open, her father's hands on her thighs as he guided the head of his swollen hard cock, dripping pre-cum, to her slippery wet little cunny. She watched as her father slid the tip of the head of his fat swollen cock through her lips, felt herself spread open, him slide the underside between and through the length of her hot little cunt. "Mmmmm, my sexy little kitten is so hot for Daddy," getting himself wet with her cream, "mmmm, yessss, that's my good girl, push back at Daddy, lil baby." She watched as her father put the head of his now glistening wet cock to the folds of her aching, throbbing, slippery dripping wet cunt, and him push inside her. "Nnnnnn, lil baby, so tight," he whispered to her, "so soft and warm for Daddy." She gasped as he filled her, watched, sighed as he effortlessly pushed so deep inside her, spreading her open, slowly, surely, burying himself inside her, his own lusting little girl, pushing deeper, pulling back, and going even deeper, his huge thick cock filling her to her core. "Ohhhh, ohh, nnnn Dadddyyyy, yessss...fuck meeee." "Nnnggggg that's my good girl, fuck back at Daddy's cock, lil baby, show Daddy what a big girl you are, sweet baby," gliding back out, spreading her open, fucking his cock into her, into his little girl, his huge thick swollen cock, so wide in her, so big, so hot and throbbing hard stretching her open. "Yesss, baby, fuck Daddy," pushing down into her, "mmmmm, that's my good girl, take daddy, kitten," Lily thrusting up to his pushes, her father's cock so deep in her warm little belly. "Ohhh little baby," so hot and hard and throbbing in her belly, "such a good girl for Daddy, taking Daddy's cock," her father's pelvis so hot pushing against the backs of her pale soft thighs, Lily could barely speak, her entire being, her tits swaying, bouncing with each penetrating thrust. Her little cunt trust up at her father, at this angle him impaling her, fucking balls deep into his little baby. Lily, 2011 She felt her words come up through her, "Nnnn, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, nnnn, Daddy, so huge in me, Papa, so deep in me. Oh god, Daddy, nnnnn, ohhh, nnn yes, Papa, fucking me...your, little girl, yesss Daddy, your good girl, fuck your little girl, Daddy, fuck my little pussy." Her father's eyes flashed into hers, hungry, incestuous, on fire, "ohhh, little baby," her Daddy growled, "'yesssss, my good girl, Daddy's little fuck doll, aren't you baby. Ohhhh, lil baby, your little cunt is so hot, and tight and wet around Daddy's cock. Ohhhh god, baby, nnngghhh, Daddy...loves you, sweet baby. Love, fucking my little girl, so soft and warm around Daddy's cock, Lily. So good, baby, Daddy's good girl, that's my good girl, fuck Daddy back, baby, mmmm, yesss, my hot lil baby." Her father let go of her thighs, and lowered her legs until they were hooked over his arms. She let him, his to do with as he pleased. Her breasts in her father's big hands, her Daddy leaning forward, sucking her tits, her Daddy's hot wet mouth, his cock buried in her hot little bald pussy, sucking, licking, biting her aching hot nipples, her squeezing his cock so deep inside her. Lily's father pulled her hard back to the edge of the bed, set off a frenzy in Lily, rubbing her hands over her breasts slick from her Daddy's mouth, as if no touch but his were enough, her eyes flashing, her mouth open, her breath hot and short and gasping, staring into her father's familiar eyes, her lover's eyes, her incestuous lover's eyes, his thick long cock gliding so deep, in and out, so hard, burying himself in her slick bald little baby cunny again, and again, staying deep inside her, his cock throbbing, pulsing so deep inside her, fucking her Daddy's cock, squeezing, rolling her little hips, fucking her father's magnificent cock even when he stopped, so deep inside her. "Ohhhh Daddy, nnnnn, Papa, nnnnughyessss, fuck my little pussy, fuck your little girl. Nnnn, god, Daddy, I love your big cock, Daddy, my naughty, sexy Daddy. My Daddy's big cock...inside my little baby pussy, my hot little cunt, nnnn Daddy, can you feel me squeeze you, Papa? How wet I am for you? How creamy you make me, Papa. How tight I am for you, Daddy." "Nnnnghh, little baby, your little cunt is so fucking hot, so fucking tight, so good little baby, my beautiful little baby. Daddy loves you so much, Lily. Daddy loves watching my cock, seeing my cock in you, sliding into you, into your bare little pussy, baby. Fucking my Lily, my lil baby, my lil girl, your bald little pussy, baby, is so beautiful, so soft, nnnn, little baby, you're so fucking sexy," he growled, "so sexy, love fucking you, lil baby. Ohhhh, Lily, little baby, your pussy just got so wet, baby, so creamy for Daddy. Ohhh little baby, you're going to cum for Daddy, aren't you?" Lily was thrashing, and squirming and fucking back on her father's long thick cock buried insider her, wanting to please him, wanting to cum on her father's cock. "Nnnnn, ohhh Papaaaa, oh, oh, oh, nnnn, yessssuck my nipples, Papa, nnnn, yesss, squeeze my tits, Daddy, nnn fuck me Daddyyy, make me cum, Daddy, ohhh cumming Daddyyyyy, cumming...on your cock, Papaaa, spreading me open, oh god, Daddy, fuck me." "Yessss, that's my good girl," her father hissed back, "cum on Daddy's cock, Lily. Mmmm, my sexy hot little baby," her Daddy growled even deeper. "My hot little baby, yessss, that's my good girl, fuck Daddy with your tight little baby pussy. Fuck Daddy with your hot little cunt. My good lil girl, my naughty baby, Daddy loves watching you cum, so beautiful, baby, Daddy's cock in your bald little pussy, my dirty little girl, my bad, naughty, dirty little girl. My hot little slut for Daddy's big cock." "Oohhhh, Dadddyyyy. Yesss, your slut, Papa, you're little whore for you, Papa. Ohh, ohh god, Daddyyy, cummmingggg." "Yesss, baby, cum on Daddy's cock fucking you, cum again baby, cum on Daddy, Lily. You're making Daddy want to cum, too, little baby. Nnnnn, yesss, cum again, that's my little girl, good girl, lil baby," rubbing the flats of his fingers, the heels of his palm, over her bald mons, pressing, rubbing over her clit, fucking his cock into her. "Yesss, baby, milk Daddy's cock with your hot little pussy. That's my good girl make Daddy cum with your beautiful little pussy. Mmmmm, my sweet little girl, my beautiful girl, my beautiful little woman, so sexy, so hot, ohhh, lil baby, Daddy's...going to...Daddy's going to...cum, ohhhhhh fuck baby, in my...little babyyyyy, nnngggh, uhhhohhhh baby, yessss, nnnnggggod, good girl, love fucking my little girl, love, my little Lily, love you lil baby." "Ohhhh, Papaaaa, yesss, cum in me, Papa, so deep in me, Daddy. Come into my room again tonight, Papa. Come into my room every night, Papa. Cum in me, Daddy," hugging her father to her. "Whenever you want me, Papa, cum in my little belly, I want to suck you off whenever you want, Daddy, in your bed Daddy, whenever my Daddy wants, wherever you want, Papa," Lily whispered into her father's ear, insatiable, hugging him against her, squeezing him inside her, her father getting hard again. Lily Seated behind the wheel of my Audi, I slowly turned the corner from Hyde into the slim alley behind the club. It was dark, around 10 at night, and there was no sign over the door. The club was called "Lily", an appropriately vague name to a club determined to remain anonymous. The valet recognized my car as I cautiously approached. He took a few steps from the shadows to alert me where to stop. Damn. Blood rushed to my head. I felt a woozy. I loved being here, but it also scared me to death. My heart was racing and, although the seat belt still strapped me into the warm leatherette driver seat, my body was trembling. "Good evening, Sara," the valet said as he opened the door. Both his professional demeanor, and that he remembered my name made him seem more like a high-class concierge than a valet. Yet his thuggish appearance and scar across his cheek told me he's known violence and was likely an ex-convict. Exactly the type of guy Mason would want guarding his very unique, clandestine club. Mason had suggested I choose a fake name to go by while I'm performing here. It's against my nature to choose anything too "Strippery". I have never been to a proper strip club, and all the names I could think of -- "Roxy" "Jade" "Angel" etc all seemed both cliché, and a name for a dancer both younger and thinner than I. "Sara" was a stage name that suited me. It was familiar, unassuming, and fit well for a middle-aged mother of two boys. I met Mason when my friend Julia brought me here earlier this year. She was my still-happily-single, more adventurous friend and because she was fucking one of the bartenders she was able to get us in. More and more lately I'd been enjoying living vicariously thru her stories, and soon enough I found myself asking (or begging, if we're being totally honest) Julia to take me with her on some of her outings. The thrill of going to a secret strip club intrigued me. Mason was very kind to Julia and I, giving us free drinks and escorting us through the club. Julia and the bartender have long since broken up, but Mason gave me his card in the event I ever wanted to return. I hid the card in the very back of my underwear drawer in my closet. It excited me. As if it were a key to a secret life, not belonging to me. Over the next month I absolutely could not get the club out of my head. I wanted to leave it in the past, but it was impossible. I was obsessed with it. Sleepless nights led to quiet midnight searches for information on it on the internet. I found nothing. Later, the searches turned to erotic costumes, which led to downloading pornographic erotic images. I try to avoid alcohol as much as possible, and use working out as a stress reliever. I mostly enjoy pilates and yoga, with a training session here and there for weights. Still, at 36 years old and after having two kids, my body isn't what it used to be and no amount of training can change that. My thighs are a bit bigger, and it infuriates me that I can't lose the last little bit of my tummy. I can admit I'm a little vain and, although I'm happily married, I enjoy the attention I get from strangers who sneak a second glance when they pass me on the street or out shopping. I especially like it when they are with their own wives and sneak a glance at my ass. I've always had a round, firm backside, and I focus on glute and hip exercises during workouts to make sure I don't lose the one asset which has consistently provided me attention from men. I remember the affect I used to have on men, as does my husband. I used to love the control I had over them. Despite trying to turn back the clock with vigorous training, it's just not quite the same. My husband often has to go to Los Angeles for work, and more and more I've been staying home, in San Francisco. I just can't compete with Southern California girls in Santa Monica, Hollywood or Beverly Hills. Even the ones my age there somehow still look just as they did in college. Lately my husband has been encouraging me to dress more provocatively in my daily activities, likely because he too used to enjoy the attention I used to get and longed for the old days. It used to come naturally, and now if I want the looks and attention, the best way to get it is to dress a bit more like a slut. I hated that I had to resort to such measures, but as soon as I feel strangers' eyes on my body, I don't care about what I had to do to get it. What my husband does not know is that this exhibitionism has lead to my posting nude photos of myself (face blurry, of course) on the internet. I like to masturbate while reading the comments. That's a very nice dress, and sexy body! Wud luv those sexy legs wrapped around me!! that really is a beautiful ass...just want to hug it and nuzzle my face into it! So inviting! Would eat that pussy and tongue that ass all day! god I need to fuck that pussy so hot.. wish my cock was inside you Great pic........would luv 2 fill ur ass with my cum! Sure, you have to get passed the bad grammar and first grade spelling mistakes, but when I've got a few fingers up my pussy, it's easier to overlook certain trivial elements. And, I'll admit, as a middle aged woman who used to turn heads a little easier, hearing nasty, filthy comments about my current body make me feel young again. It's shallow and vain, but it's just the way it is. I love their anonymous appreciation, and I love hearing about the affects my current womanly body has on men. Lately I'd been posting more and more. Like with any addiction, it escalates. All of this, of course, began with the club, "Lily." I looked up, into the eyes of the rugged valet as my long leg reached out from the car, and my heel hit the asphalt beneath a small puddle of dirty rainwater. My little cocktail dress pulled away from my thigh, revealing quite a bit to the valet. With him standing over me, holding the car door open, he also had an excellent view of my breasts, hanging freely inside my dress. I don't dress every night like this, mind you, but tonight, knowing where I was headed, I allowed myself to push it. Strangers were going to see my naked body soon enough, so why not give the valet a peek? Seeing the hunger in the valet's eyes, his inability to hide his lust even if he wanted to, my power to throw his sexuality into over drive simply by revealing patches of my bare body was exhilarating. I waited in that pose for a few seconds, letting him look, my heart instantly pounding blood throughout my veins. My increased blood pressure gave me a warm and cold chill. I felt night air on my hard nipples inside my dress. When my eyes met his, after he had taken a good, hard glance, I felt my pussy tingle. To be totally honest, I would've let him grab me, throw me over the hood of my own car, yank my dress up over my ass and forcibly fuck me. Thank God he didn't. With that powerful, split-second fantasy playing in my head, he extended his hand, helping me out of the car. As he opened the unmarked heavy metal door to the club, I felt his eyes on my ass and thighs as I walked away, down the narrow, dark hallway. I shot him a quick, sharp glance over my left shoulder. Yep. He may as well have been stroking himself. Before we were married, I was sincerely shocked when my husband casually told me that likely men masturbated to thoughts of me. I turned red, and thought he was just trying to embarrass me. He said it's not a big deal, but certainly men who saw me at the gym, or even work associates used me to fantasize to. Of course, that was ten years ago now, and I'm sure it is no longer the case Still, looking into his eyes, my mischievous glance told him to "have fun with me" if he uses me to fantasize to later. Perhaps you think this makes me arrogant, but tonight I wanted to let myself go and feel sexy like I used to. The club itself was behind another large, metal door at the other end of a little hallway, but the staircase leading up to Mason's office was here. I heard the muffled sounds of loud, dance music from behind the door. Louder was the sound of my hard heeled shoes hitting the tile floor beneath me. Despite my nerves, a guilty, anxious smile came over my face as I ascended the wooden steps of the staircase leading up to Mason's office. I raised a delicate fist to the door and knocked, lightly, twice. My hand was trembling. Perhaps there was some hesitation or anxiety left in my bones that night, or perhaps it was excitement masquerading as fear. My psychiatrist would likely tell me it was both. Mason opened the door. His blue eyes, only slightly visible thru his messy grey hair, gave me a quick up and down. His office smelled of cigars and rum. Without saying a word, he stood at the doorway and watched as I approached the old, oak wardrobe inside his dark office. I loved the smell of this antique, worn furniture piece. In less than an instant, I always seemed to muse on which European countries it had lived, and what it had held, in the centuries since it's birth. Now it lived here, in modern day San Francisco, and housed costumes of secrecy for those of us who wished to taunt and indulge our sexual tendencies. I opened the doors and began looking through the masks. I selected a dark blue Venetian masquerade mask, the type that covers only around the eyes and nose, and features a large decorative feather. I next chose a long, black wig to hide my blond hair. Mason was excellent with using more than enough snap clips and pins to fix the wig solidly to my own hair. Mostly this was because he very much enjoyed looking me in the eyes as he gave it a few hard tugs. He knew secrecy was extremely important to me, and that absolutely no one in "real life" could find out what I was doing here. This was the excuse we both used to allow Mason to really tug on the black wig, yanking the roots of my blond hair beneath. He liked watching my mouth and eyes wince from the little, sharp pains. I loved this part: The coach smacking me on the ass before sending me into the game. I knew he wanted to fuck me. I could feel the burning lust in his eyes. His fucking would please me enough so that he could hurt me, just a little, and I wouldn't mind. Mason didn't fuss with romance or love. Another performer who fucked Mason told me that he both savors and enjoys women sexually. As she put it, it's like the more he indulges his desires with her body, the more she enjoys it. And from the blushing face on this particularly trashy stripper, I'd have to guess she agreed. My husband, although rather conservative, is very attentive sexually. He comes from an extremely wealthy, Christian family, and was raised to be very aware of appearances. We did not live together before marriage, and we did not have sex before our wedding night. Having only had three sexual partners in my life, I'm certainly not as open as some of my friends were, but I was worried that our sex life would go lacking. At first, I was so grateful that he was so preoccupied with my orgasm and my pleasure over his own. I appreciate the concern, but over the last few years, I've been frustrated with the realization that deep down, I may be a girl who just likes to be fucked. Looking at Mason, my mind playing out imagined scenes of him using up his sexual partner, I wanted him to hurt me. That is, I wanted him to hurt me while he made me cum until I ached and begged him to stop. "Room 5. It's ready for you now. Curtain at 11," he told me. I believed he knew what I was thinking. I was afraid he could read my mind. Part of me wanted to fall back on that awful green thrift store love seat in the darkest corner of his office and finger myself for him. Not say a word, just part my fleshy white thighs, toss my skirt up above my waist, look him dead in the eye and watch him watch my pussy eagerly accept two little fingers inside it's wet, warm environment. Standing in my masquerade mask and black hair, in character, "Amy" asleep somewhere deep inside my psyche, I very much wanted to see how I could affect Mason. Would I see his heart thumping underneath his skin tight V-Neck? Would I see his cock growing when I began to whimper as my hungry orgasm woke within me? Would he be forced to drop his pants and masturbate when I licked my own juices from my fingers, then used one to trace the stiff bud of my asshole while fingering myself with the other two (One of many masturbatory "party tricks" in my arsenal, only seen by my own eyes thru a mirror)? Would he stumble forward as his orgasm peaked and discard his cum on my low-cut dress? Spilling himself on my pale white cleavage? Would he ejaculate his warm, salty seed on my face? My lips? My cheek? Perhaps I would involuntarily open my mouth for him... No. Not tonight. There were rules. I always need rules in situations such as these. Once the hunger for "newness" and "danger" is fed, the desire calls the shots. Unfortunately the intrusive erotic thought of Mason watching me finger myself was very much alive and needed some attention. This was a test. How do I feed the little beast without going too far? Remaining silent, I chose a black, lace slip from the oak closet. Before Mason could turn his back to give me privacy, I was quick to nonchalantly drop the shoulder straps of my cocktail dress from my frame, allowing the dress to spill to the ground around my heels. I stood still, allowing Mason to look at my naked body. I desperately wanted to fondle my little breasts for him. To allow him to watch me delicately run my fingers of my left hand around the nipple of my left tit. I wanted to ask him about his cock while I squeezed my breast with right hand and only slightly fingered myself with my left. "God, how badly do you want to fuck me right now, Mason?" I wanted to breathe to him. I wanted to laugh and taunt him. To languidly inquire: "You want to know what my pussy tastes like? Once and for all? Do you think you've ever tasted a pussy like mine before?" I wanted him to consider the question. "What does a girl with my thoughts -- my eyes, my feelings, my hopes, and my dreams... what does her pussy taste like?" "You'd remember the faint, sweet taste of my pussy forever." I wanted to threaten as I looked into his eyes. "You'd crave a second taste, but I'd never give you one." After only a few seconds of silence, I turned around, stepped into the lace slip and pulled it snug over my skin. I had the urge to touch my hot, moist pussy inside the lingerie. I wanted to comfort myself, and at any time of high excitement, it always grounded me to touch my pussy, even over my jeans if I was in public. But right now, I wanted to stroke my soft, bare lips. I masochistically enjoyed denying myself this pleasure. I walked out of his little, bleak office overlooking the club. I heard the hard stem of my heel hit each of the seven wooden steps on the way back down the cheap staircase, echoing loudly in my brain off of the dingy tiled hallway. I felt as though I was in a dream as I continued to the door leading onto the floor of the strip club. The main floor of "Lily" was an entirely different vibe. Lit entirely by candlelight and a few large fireplaces, it was like stepping into another world: Elegant yet peeling brown wallpaper clung to the walls. Dark red velvet booths were scattered throughout, each grouping of them in front of one of five display rooms. "Lily" was a throw back to classy "peep shows" of the past. It was also a rum and cigar bar, a very expensive one, and it was easy to feel like you stepped into the movie Casablanca. I loved the mood and tone of the place. I always cut through the crowd and headed straight to performance space. I didn't drink or chat with anyone. I felt the eyes looking at me, my attire giving me away as one of the night's performers. I loved the attention, but keeping up the mystery was very important to me. "Room 5" was my favorite room -- a freestanding, ten foot by ten foot glass box, sound proofed, surrounded on all sides with tables and chairs for the audience. Inside the room was a small couch for the dancer to lounge on in between performances. Mason provided magazines and a laptop inside the box for us to use to kill time before the show. There were only a few candles lit in the room, and the exterior lighting around the floor of the space was very dim. All of this made the experience more erotic rather than the typical strip club. A lot of people enjoyed this voyeur element more than the typical strip-show itself. They liked seeing a pretty girl in a mask and lingerie hanging out in a display case surfing the web or flipping through magazines. As if the dancer were a pet they kept for light masturbatory entertainment. I never made eye contact with the guests. I enjoyed keeping "the fourth wall" intact. I liked giving them the ease to relax, as if I didn't know they were watching me. Showtime was 11pm, and the cold chills of my nerves were in over drive. I muttered a customary "oh fuck" to myself when I heard the cue: Ladies and Gentlemen: Sara will now begin in Room 5. Yet, just as the lights went down I saw something that truly terrified me. For whatever reason, I broke my own rule and quickly glanced out over the crowd. Standing near the front and to the left was my husband's brother, Eric, and his father, John. Typically, in these few moments of darkness, I'd stand from the couch, so when the lights softly came back up, I'd be ready to sway with the music and discard my clothes. But now, I was fucking panicked. I was visibly trembling. "Oh fuck," Could they know? Could they know it was me behind the black wig and mask? What were they doing here? It had to be a coincidence. My husband's brother, Eric, was not religious. He was the black sheep of the family, using family money to produce low-budget "indie" movies. Some made money, most didn't. Eric's relationship with his and my husband's father had been strained. I knew they were trying to bond again, but I'd never think Eric would bring his Dad to a place like this. Still, from the look I remember on both of their faces before the lights went down, clearly both were excited for what they thought was to come. They just had no idea it was going to come from me, John's son's wife. I steeled myself, insisting they had no idea it was me. Then, I allowed myself to enjoy the secret sickness of it all. I would be the only one who knew about this. I would excite both my father, and brother-in-law, likely give them both erections as they looked over my naked body. At future family gatherings, they will treat me just as "Amy", the reserved wife of their conservative son / brother. Yet I will know about this night. Would they masturbate to thoughts of me? I was suddenly very excited. My dances were usually no more than a few minutes, just the length of a song. I know that sounds like not enough time, but when you're in there, removing only a few little pieces of lingerie for strangers, it feels much longer. The thought of John and Eric watching me made me very wet. I was sure not to look for them again as I slowly pulled my panties down around my ankles, and removed my bra. I always left my heels on. Usually I prolonged this stripping and made more of a show out of it, but given the unique circumstances tonight, my kinky side was in overdrive. Naked in heels, I poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle of red sitting on the little table. I took a drink and sat down on the love seat. John and Eric's presence for my show that night had encouraged me to go a little farther. Being nude wasn't enough. I began to finger my pussy for the crowd. With the room being soundproofed, I heard absolutely nothing. Some girls liked to hear music, I enjoyed complete silence. I pictured John and Eric in my mind while my little fingers ran up and down my wet slit. I thought of kissing Eric as two of my curved fingers slipped between the slick walls of my lips and entered my pussy. I slid in and out, my body trembling with a mounting orgasm. Lily This is not a true story, it is a work of fiction, a fantasy, fantasies, should remain fantasies but if you do not enjoy incestuous fantasies don't read my story. The rest of you please enjoy my very first work. * After a long, hard day, of my professor's riding me at the university. I was bushed. I was looking forward to a good nights sleep. After a few hours of videogames and a delicious dinner, I collapsed on my bed. Slumber cushioned my fall. I awoke several hours later with a slight feeling of disorientation. Groggy, I wondered what caused me to awaken. I found the answer, the throbbing erection pulling my heartbeat to my crotch. So, since it wasn't going to let me sleep, I might as well put it to sleep first. I began stroking myself slowly, gently, squeezing my shaft and head. I then began to put my hips into it, and thrust as I quickened my strokes. I began to slow as I felt my oncoming orgasm. And as quickly as I slowed down, I sped up again. As I was getting closer, and closer to popping one off, there was a creak in the hall. I, of course, froze, expecting a parent to check in on me, like they do. I shut my eyes slightly as the knob turned, and the door slowly opened. Pretending to be asleep I was looking for my mother, but to my lack of surprise it was my younger sister, Lily. A few years ago, when we were still in high school, we lived in a smaller house. Lily and I shared a room. We have been extremely close since we were small, even though we are both in college now, we still have a great relationship. And, since we moved here, she has often snuck into bed with me when she feels lonely, or can't sleep. I don't mind, I love my sister, plus its freezing, and the extra body heat helps. But here I lay with my dick rock hard, and my little sister about to climb into bed with me. She crept towards my bed. I pretended to be asleep the best I could, and groaned, as I rolled over instinctively on my left side. My dick was still totally erect. And my idiot ass rolled towards the side she sleeps on. I held my breath as she scooted the covers back and turned to back into bed. I opened one eye to see while she turned. She was wearing a slim pair of pink cotton panties and a sports bra. Kind of skimpy for such a cold night. I shut my eyes again. She got completely under the covers and began scooting backwards towards me. She apparently wanted me to spoon her, we slept like that all the time, either I to her, or her to me. But, I lay statue still, nervous my poor baby sister was going to feel my cock and freak out. I'd die of embarrassment! Seconds felt like hours as she scootched closer. Then, it happened. She backed up into my prick ass first. She gasped. turned slightly, and patted around under the covers, maybe she thought it was the remote. I held back a cringe whenwhen her hand landed on my dick. But she didn't freak out. Matter of fact, she let her hand linger there for a few moments. Lily reluctantly pulled back, rolled over, and brushed her ass against it, softly, as if trying not to wake me. What was my sister thinking?! I began thinking that was all, and started concentrating on getting rid of my problem. My mind was racing through things to make my swollen rod deflate. I almost jumped when Lily reached her right hand behind her, and grasped my erection. My young sister began to pant, and moan slightly as she started to stroke me, tentatively, as not to wake me. My mind was chaotic, what was I to do? If I stop her, she might be so embarrassed she won't talk to me about what she's thinking. And if I pretend to wake up...she might stop...it feels good. She continued to pull my prick against her firm taut ass. I was trying my hardest not to bust a nut. Suddenly, she stopped tugging me and began moving around a bit under the covers. She then lifted her leg a bit, and returned to tugging me against her rear. My sister pulled me softly towards her, and backed herself against me. I felt wetness. She had taken off her panties!! She was jerking me off towards her (to my knowledge) virgin pussy! Slightly rubbing my cockhead against the opening of her twat. Her wetness had coated the head of my dick, it throbbed so hard it hurt. She was panting louder now, trembling a bit. I felt myself begging for her to continue.... I couldn't believe this was happening. I shouldn't let this happen! I love my sister. I shouldn't "love" my sister. Her moaning rose an octave, though she still took care to let me sleep. She jerked me off a bit harder, faster, and pushed a bit mroe back against me. She stopped abruptly and gently, yet firmly pushed my dickhead against the opening of her cunt. My God! She's putting me inside her! A shudder of ecstatic breath whooshed out of her, and I was inside her. I couldn't make a sound, though I wanted to grab her hips and push the rest of the way in, but I was "asleep." My younger sister on the other hand was making some delicious sounds. Her body began to shake minutely. As if she was cumming without much penetration. Her pussy was fluttering in constant spasms around my head. I was biting my lip, using the pain to prevent myself from cumming inside my little sister. Lily was panting, from excitement, pain, or just plain lust. I was about to jump out of my skin! Just as that thought made its way in my mind, she pushed more of my dick inside of her. My sister removed her hand from me, and wiggled her ass. She moaned as she placed her hands on her small tits. Rubbing and pinching her nipples through the sports bra. I felt her cherry prevent me from going deeper, but the feeling of being inside her, so warm, so tight, so wet... She stopped there, as if working up the guts to finish the job. I didn't know how long I could hold on. Lily took a deep breath and shoved me in as she pushed back. My cock ripped through her hymen. She let out a small yipe, shoved her hand in her mouth, and bit down. I couldn't take any more, I came, I came hard. Jet after jet of cum flew out of me into my little sisters tight pussy. I stifled a moan, and made sleepy movements, as if I had a wet dream. Lily held still, I could feel her silky pussy walls rippling over my now softening prick. Our mingled secretions sloshed around inside Lily's cunt, coating me. She eased forward, letting me pop out with a groan. I could feel the liquid mixture drip on to the bed from her young pussy, as she crawled under the covers. I opened my eyes and tried to see what she was up to. She positioned herself down at my crotch and took my cock in her mouth, and cleaned it. Slurping, and gulping, moaning like some cheap whore. It took all my will not to get hard again. After Lily licked my prick clean and dry, she climbed back up. She settled in, and went to sleep, as if she hadn't done anything peculiar. I drifted off several minutes later, astonished at the late night events. I was completely unable to wrap my head around what just happened. During a disturbing night's sleep, I dreamt of all that happened. Slowly I awakened, my thoughts screaming about the previous night. I didn't remember if it was real or a dream. I was beginning to believe dream, til i opened my eyes. I found myself staring face to face with Lily. She was wide awake staring into my eyes, with a smug look on her face. Her smile widened into a grin. She then gave me a closed mouth smile, and licked her lips. "Good morning, Allen. You sleep ok?" She giggled. "Uhm...yeah? I think so.." I stammered, still unsure of what was happening. "Why? What's up?" "Oh, I think you know..." She grinned. She emphasized the word know by squeezing her thighs together. I groaned, and glanced down, she had my morning wood pinned between her legs. I could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her twat. "I knew you were awake last night. I was watching you jerk off. I was getting myself off to you, and I stumbled, closing the door." She purred, squeezing her thighs together on every other word. "I can't believe you stayed so still through all that. I was about to go insane." She stated as she bit her lip, staring into my eyes. "Lily, we can't do this, it's not right!" I stammered, not knowing if i felt that way or not. "Aaw come on Allen, I've been wanting you to take my virginity for a while now. I had to feel your big dick inside me. We love each other, how can it be wrong?" She threw in a pout at the end, I was being seduced "Lil, we can't, end of story, last night was so wrong. You took advantage of me. I will not be a part of this." I said as I began to pull away. "Oh Allen, you fight so tough, yet..." She didn't even finish the statement. She grabbed my head and forced a kiss. Plying my lips apart, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I tried to pull away again and she gripped my cock with her thighs, putting her left leg over my lower half, Lily turned my body, mounting me and pinned my dick down under her ass, all the while continuing to kiss me passionately. Finally, I pulled ehr face away from mine. "Lily! What the fuck!" I exclaimed. "What the fuck you say?" She smirked with the most lustful look in her eyes. The exact moment that was said, she lifted her ass and my stone solid cock flipped up. My baby sister deftly caught it with her crotch, and thrust down hard. Her tight wet little pussy lips swallowed my cock whole. I moaned, loudly, it was almost a scream. Her pussy was so hot, tight, I felt like it was going to pinch my dick off. She let out a slow lingering sigh, and ground ehr hips into me. "Oh God Allen, it feels sooo good, how can it be wrong?" I couldn't reply, my tongue was stuck. She just grinned at me, leaned over, and began to kiss my neck. Moaning like a harlot, licking me, sucking me, biting me. She began to ride me slowly, pushing down, grinding, then pulling up, squeezing her pussy muscles tight. My dick never felt harder. I gave up. I gave up fighting her. It does feel good. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her waist. Let them slide down her form. Then took her hips in my hands, lifting my ass up, and thrust into her. "God Allen!! YES! I love you!" She screamed, pressing her face into my neck. "Uhn...Lily...last night....was....fantastic...I wanted...to fuck you...back..but I was afraid..." I grunted between thrusts. "It's ok Allen." She moaned as she fucked me faster. "We belong together, can't you feel it?" Problem was..I could. My whole body was tingling. I felt as if all the blood in my body was travelling to my dick. Her pussy was wringing me dry. My hands burned like fire on her body. Lily's tongue in my mouth tasted sweeter than honey. "Mmmm Allen, we must do this more often." She said as she licked my lips. "I believe we should." I grunted as we kissed. She moaned loudly, and bit into my lips, as she ground her pelvis into my crotch as hard as ever. I felt her pussy tighten (as if it could get tighter.) I knew she was cumming, I could feel her orgasm building. If she was going to cum, I wanted to cum with her. "You going to cum Lily?" I remarked knowing full well she was. "Oh Allen, yes! Yes! Yes! God! Oh God! Allen!! Uhn...mmm..pleas come with me! I need to feel your cum inside me! Just like last night. So hot, so wet, fill my pussy with your cum Allen!!" That did it. If at all possible I came harder than the night before. She screamed, and fucked me harder, faster, as I came inside of her. My cum shot out of me with such pressure, I swear she could feel each individual shot. Like being shot in the cunny by a BB gun. She mewled, moaned, and flopped onto my chest as her orgasm subsided. "Allen, your cum is so warm...I'm so full. I love you so much." She kissed me on the cheek. "We need to do more things like this." I looked into my beautiful sister's eyes, kissed her hard on the mouth, slipped my tongue between her lips, withdrew, and said: "Most definately." She slowly pulled her sloppy, wet, cum-filled cunt off my softening (now hardening) prick. She squoze her thighs together, she didn't want any of our juices to escape her. For some reason that turned me on more. My erection returned fully. I lunged up at her, grabbed Lily by the shoulders. Flipped my little sister around and pushed her onto her back. She grinned at me, lifted her bra above her tits, her nipples were twin diamonds. She pulled my head down, and I suckled one into my mouth. I gently bit her little buds. Lily moaned once again. "I believe I've created a monster." She laughed. This time I grinned at her. I bit a little harder on her nipple. She groaned like a slut. I licked, and slobbered my way down to her crotch. She still had her thighs tightly closed. I slid two of my fingers on my left hand down to my little sister's pussy. I put one finger on each side, pinning her lips closed. I then opened her legs. Staring directly at such a lovely vision of womanhood. Her clit was hard and slightly protruding, I licked at it, and suck it. She was moaning, panting, sighing that it felt good. I pushed my face into her mound, and let go of her lips. I stuck my tongue between her pussy lips, and sucked all that was in there into my mouth. Her cum, my cum, all of it an erotic elixir, and I swallowed it all. She gasped loudly, grabbing a handful of my hair, grinding her pussy into my mouth. I pulled back, sat up, staring into her eyes, engulfing my view with the entire sight. I grin as my cock is once again alive and full of need. She said she thinks she created a monster.... I know she has... Lily Lily curses her vehicle as she steps from behind the wheel and slams the door shut. Stalking around to the front and popping open the hood, she then curses the heat, as a massive cloud of steam and smoke emerges from the engine. "Damn it!" Glaring helplessly at the inoperable car, she pushes her heavy, black hair out of her face, bright green eyes snapping. "Now What?" With a heavy sigh, Lily walks over to the open window, flips on the hazard lights with one hand, and grabs her purse with the other. Turning and leaning against the door, she purses her lips in thought. She was only about halfway to her friend's cabin, which she was borrowing for her weekend vacation. Now stranded, she had no idea how far the nearest town was. She had been driving for a good half-hour with no sign of populace, just a few scattered houses and the occasional gas station along the road. Digging into her purse, Lily pulls out her cellular phone, and flips it open to find that her battery had gone dead. "DAMN!" Kicking the nearest tire of her white Honda Civic, she snaps the useless phone shut and drops it into her purse. Dejected, she looks both up and down the road, in hopes of seeing a building, a car, or at this point, any sign of life. No one would even begin to miss her until late Monday morning, and it was still only Saturday. Squaring her shoulders, she picks a direction and takes a determined step, only to be stopped by the faint rumble of an approaching vehicle. She sends a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens at the sight of the car cruising up the road towards her, and in the direction she had been going when her car had died. Seeing the flashing lights on her car, the driver pulls over and kills the engine. It is then that Lily realizes that there is not one, but two people in the car. The driver is a slightly athletic looking man with dark brown hair, and a golden tan. His friendly eyes smile sympathetically at her, and the vivid blue color of them strikes her as though she were looking into the clearest of oceans. The passenger is the first to speak, and Lily turns her gaze on an attractive woman, with blonde hair cut into one of those short, messy styles that not many can carry off. And she carried it off with abandon. Her brown eyes were also friendly, as was her voice. "Rough day?" She opens the passenger side door and steps out. Lily cannot help but notice that she is also athletically built, tanned, and lean. "You could say that..." giving a rueful smile, Lily gestures at her car. "I think it overheated, is all." The driver of the sporty little car behind hers gets out, and Lily's eyes grow large. He is HUGE! He didn't look so tall behind the wheel...he must be at least 6 foot 5, if he is an inch. Suddenly, Lily's 5 foot 4 inch frame seems much smaller to her. "Let me take a look under your hood, and see what we have here." He grins down at Lily as he strolls past her towards the open hood. "I...uh...would really appreciate that, sir," slightly stumbling over the few words. "Sir?!" The woman snaps her head back and laughs. "Please! My name is Sara, and this is my friend Zach. No one calls him 'sir.'" "How would you know?" Zach arches an eyebrow at Sara, and tries to look offended at her remark, but fails miserably. The easy camaraderie between the two puts Lily at ease. Extending a hand to the woman first, Lily introduces herself to the couple. "Well, my name is Lily, and I really appreciate you stopping." Turning towards Zach, she offers him the same hand. "My cell phone is dead, and I am on my vacation." The last couple of words come out breathlessly as Zach surprises her by taking her hand, gracing her knuckles with a soft kiss. "Well, I have good news and bad news...which would you prefer first?" His eyes twinkle as he stands back up, and lowers the hood. "Bad." Nibbling her bottom lip and clutching her purse, she waits for the bad news. "Well...you seem to have a blown radiator." Another sympathetic smile. "Even if I could put some coolant in the radiator, it wouldn't stay there." He grins. "Ohhh...." Groaning in frustration, Lily closes her eyes briefly. "Okay, and the good news would be...?" "There is a good-sized town about an hour down the road, in the direction we both appear to be heading." Walking over to Sara, he slings his arm around the smiling blonde's shoulders. "And we would be more than willing to give you a lift." Nibbling her lip for a moment while weighing her options, Lily makes a decision. "Okay, thank you both so very much. I am sorry to be an inconvenience." She opens up the driver's side door and rolls up the window after turning the hazard lights off. The woman gives her a bright smile. "Not at all! We don't mind in the least, do we Zach?" Looking up, the two exchange a smile. "Nope...the more the merrier, is what I always say." Gesturing to his waiting vehicle, "shall we?" "I believe I have everything I need right now." Giving one last glance at her soon to be abandoned car, Lily walks over to the passenger door. Sara grabs the handle first, saying, "I will take the back seat. You look like you could use the air from the vents a bit more than I could." With a grin, she slides her lithe body into the back of the car. With a smile, Lily thanks her and settles herself into the roomy front seat. The car shifts slightly as Zach gets back behind the wheel. "I hope you don't mind the sunroof being open. We have been using the air conditioning as well, but we love the freedom of the open roof." With a quick glance in Lily's direction, he turns the ignition, adjusts the air conditioning, and maneuvers the car onto the road once again. Happy to be on the road once again, as well as in front of the vents blowing cool air, Lily murmurs a reply and lifts her long hair off her neck, trying to cool her body down. They spend the next fifteen minutes or so getting to know each other, and soon Lily is laughing and feeling completely relaxed. Sipping on a bottle of chilled water that Sara handed her, she hums along with the radio. Glancing over at Zach, she notices him adjusting his rearview mirror, pausing a moment, and then moving it again. Shrugging off the odd behavior, she turns slightly in her seat to ask Sara a question, only to feel her breath catch in her throat at the sight that greets her. Long, tanned legs sprawled ever so slightly, Sara's eyes are closed, and she is wearing a look of self-indulgence. Her white denim shorts are unbuttoned, and one of her hands is gently stroking her right breast through her pink t-shirt. Spinning around to face the front again, Lily's face flushes bright red, and her eyes dart over to Zach to see if he had witnessed her embarrassment. He fires a small grin in her direction, and suddenly she realizes why he had been adjusting his mirror. Not sure what to make of the situation in the back seat, she nibbles her bottom lip and plays with the hem of her skirt, eyes staring straight ahead. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Zach adjust the mirror one more time, and to her mortification, her curiosity is getting the better of her. Surely, she did not see what she thinks she just saw. After a moment's deliberation, she reaches down for her purse and pulls out a brush. Flipping the visor down, she locates a mirror and, taking a deep breath, slides it open with the pretense of untangling her mass of hair. Taking a deep breath, Lily tilts her head until the mirror is filled with a view of the backseat, and of Sara. The brush lies limply in Lily's lap, completely forgotten. Seemingly lost to her own pleasure, Sara gently runs her fingertips lightly over her breasts, her nipples hardened and prominent. A soft moan escapes her lips, barely discernable above the noise of the radio. But that one small sound is enough to make the passenger in the front seat bite her bottom lip against responding with the like sound. Adjusting her body until she appears to be lounging against the door, head settled against the back of the seat, Lily stares into the mirror with a hooded gaze. Unconscious of the fact that her hands are mimicking what she sees in the mirror, her breathing gradually quickens to a soft, sharp panting. Sara has now slid her t-shirt up her body, baring her small, pert, naked breasts to Lily's gaze. She lightly pinches and plucks at her nipples, her tongue running along her bottom lip slowly. Lily's eyes stare first at her wet lips, then her tight, cherry red nipples. Forgetting everything but the sensations she is feeling, Lily's eyes drift closed, and she shifts slightly on her seat, legs splaying slightly open. She runs her own fingertips along the edge of her skirt, and shifts again. Lost in sensation, she gives a startled gasp when she feels another hand upon her thigh. Her eyes fly open, meeting Zach's burning gaze. They stare at each other silently for a moment, his thumb stroking a lazy circle on her inner thigh. "Yes..." whispers Lily's assent, as she parts her legs even more for his touch. Once again lowering her head to the back of the seat and closing her eyes, she emits a small sigh. With her eyes closed, she does not notice the glance that Zach and Sara exchange through the rearview mirror, his eyes staring heatedly, and hers lustfully. Sara silently slides to the seat directly behind Lily, and gently lowers the seat in front of her down. Lily stares up at Sara with startled eyes. But the other woman just smiles softly, and continues to stroke her own breasts while gazing greedily at Lily's hands, which are still rested upon her own naked flesh. Realizing it was now obvious that not only had she been watching Sara, but that she was turned on by what she had seen, Lily throws all caution to the wind, and lets her most basic of instincts guide her. Reaching out a hand that is shaking from too many emotions to name, she takes Sara's hand, and places it upon her full, soft breast. Then, shocked by her own boldness, she lies completely still. For a moment, there is complete and utter silence, as Sara stares down at Lily who looks back hungrily. Then both gazes shift to Zach, who glances at the two women momentarily. Looking at the long stretch of road before them, the image of Sara's hand cupping Lily's breast burned into his mind, Zach swiftly pulls off the road and parks behind a couple of large shade trees. Lust suddenly rampages through each of them, as Lily kneels on her seat backwards, helping Sara tug off her shorts, throwing them in a random direction. While she is doing that, Sara pulls Zach's shirt over his head, this following the same direction as her shorts. Lily leans over and greedily thrusts her tongue into Zach's waiting mouth. He grips a fist full of her hair, and slants his mouth passionately over hers, flicking his tongue hotly against hers. Then sucking hers into his mouth, both tongues dance back and forth, again and again. Sara pushes Lily's skirt up around her waist, and slides her hand over the smooth, firm, plump ass just exposed, totally devoid of panties. Encouraged by the low groan coming from the dark haired beauty's throat, she then relieves Lily of her gaping shirt and bra, leaving her virtually naked. Zach trails his tongue down Lily's neck, biting and sucking vigorously. She leans back a bit, panting, and grips the sides of the open sunroof. Sara takes advantage of the pose, and gently turns Lily's face towards her, brushing soft, pink lips against red lips before slipping her hot, wet tongue into Lily's mouth, seducing her tongue in a sexual rhythm. Masculine lips trail from her neck down to her large, soft breasts as Zach flicks his tongue against a hard, pointed nipple. He exhales, blowing cool air across it, causing it to tighten even more than it has. The sensation of two mouths upon her at once is almost overwhelming, but Lily cannot get enough. Opening her mouth wider to Sara's onslaught, she grasps the back of Zach's neck and pulls his mouth closer to her breast. This simple act destroys what little control any of them may have had left. The car is filled with the sound of harshly drawn breaths, panting, moaning, and hotly whispered words of sex. "You have beautiful tits," Zach mutters, gently biting and sucking Lily's nipples. She arches into his mouth in response. "Oh, God...that feels so good." Reaching out, she palms Sara's small, firm tits, pinching, plucking, and rolling the cherry red nipples between thumb and forefinger. Feeling empowered by the husky moans with which she is rewarded, Lily looks into Sarah's eyes and says, "Let me taste you, Sara. I have never tasted a woman's pussy before, and I want to taste yours." In a flash, Sara stretches out along the back seat, and tugs Lily down by the hand. Zach turns in his seat, watching the two beautiful women together, and strokes his hard cock through his jeans. Lily gently takes one of Sara's lithe legs, and drapes it over the back of the seat, leaving her trim and shaved pussy open to her hungry eyes. Trailing her fingertips lightly over Sara's leg, thigh, and stomach, Lily whispers, "You're beautiful." Zach leans close to Lily's ear. "Taste her." Sara's eyes burn into Lily's. "Taste me." Kneeling backwards on the seat, Lily braces her weight on her forearms, and breathes in the sexy, musky scent of a woman, and is no longer capable of thought -- only feeling. Lily slowly licks a path from Sara's clit to her pussy, and then back again. Sara moans loudly, her eyes drifting shut. Driven purely by instinct, Lily dances her tongue in circles around Sara's clit slowly at first, then faster. Smiling when she feels the clit begin to swell, she then laps at the wetness, tasting Sara's sweetness. "Ohhhh...." Sara shifts to open her thighs wider. "You taste like heaven, Sara." "Your tongue is taking me there..." she replies huskily. Settling down to suck Sara's clit into her mouth, she sees Zach unzipping his jeans and pushing them off. His cock springs up against his belly, huge, hard, and ready. Lily feels her pussy grow wet at the glorious sight, and she moves up a bit on the seat to make room for him behind her. "Watching your mouth on her pussy is so incredibly erotic, Lily." Kneeling behind her, he grasps his cock in his hand and rubs it up and down her wet slit. Moaning and keening, Lily gently bites down on Sara's hard clit, and sucks it into her mouth again. Sara grasps Lily's head with her hands and rasps at Zach, "I want to watch your cock fill her pussy while she licks me, baby." Hearing the blunt, erotic words makes Lily's pussy tighten and she pleads over her shoulder, "Fuck me, Zach. Please, fuck me." Gripping Lily's hips, he plunges his hard length into her tight wetness, full-hilt. The motion causes her mouth to press more fully against Sara, who moans loudly. In a short time, the three lovers find their rhythm. Lily inserts two fingers into Sara's pussy, and quickly begins sliding them in and out in time with the pounding thrusts of Zach's cock. "Oh, god baby! I am going to come....YESSS!!!" Sara's body arches with her release. Greedily licking at her wetness, Lily buries her face while Zach shoves his cock forcefully inside her. Sara scrambles out from underneath Lily, and kneels beside the two thrusting bodies, panting. "That was incredible." Sara reaches out and strokes her hand over Zach's sweaty chest, then trails it down to Lily's ass. Bending down a bit, she begins to talk to Lily, pushing her closer to the edge with her words. "Did you like licking my pussy, Lily?" Sara caresses Lily's ass softly. "Yesss...." Lily moans in pleasure. "Do you like his cock in your pussy, Lily?" Sarah whispers, lightly spanking Lily's gyrating ass. "Oooohhh..." Pressing back into both the spanking and the pounding cock, Lily begins to shake. Silence ensues, broken by the occasional grunt or groan from Zach, and the slapping of skin on skin. Sarah lightly spanks Lily's bottom in time with Zach's thrusts, and trails her tongue over Zach's chest, flicking his flat, male nipple. Feeling Lily's body starting to tighten, he quickens his thrusts. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come around me." Bracing her hands on the back seat, Lily pushes her body back into the thrusts, taking him deeper and deeper into her body. Suddenly, she arches and screams out, "OH GOD!!" At that moment, Zach dives into her body one last time, deeply burying himself, and shoots into her warmth, her body still spasming around him, milking him dry. "AAHHH!!!" He thrusts twice more, and collapses on her, catching his breath. After a short while, the three crawl back into their seats, smiling at each other. "So..." Lily grins at Sara and Zach, "do you two have plans for the weekend?" Lily It was one of those picture perfect nights. I cannot say that I've seen one this crisp and clear in a very long time. I have seen many nights. It has been a very, very long time since the sun has warmed my face. It isn't that I have no love for the sunlight, but that choice has regrettably been taken away from me. So I must be satisfied looking at his reflection through his sister, my life long companion the moon. You see I am not your average man strolling down a moon lit street. I am, as you have doubtlessly already guessed, a vampire.... Oh, I do apologize. It seems that I have gotten off track. As I have said...it was a perfect night. Not a single cloud to mar the beauty of the moon's brilliant face. I could see her so clearly. Not that I'd have had any trouble. Not even on a deep dark night. I would have seen the warmth of her life's blood. It would have been as a beacon to me. Yet, I was very thankful for the light. With out it, I would have missed her porcelain beauty. She had the fragile beauty of a helpless flower. Her flawless skin was as pale as the moon itself. The whiteness of her flesh gave her an almost translucent quality. She reminded me of, Oh what kind of flower does she remind me of? Ah yes! She reminded me of a lily. I watched Lily from the shadows of some trees as she brusquely made her way down the street. I could smell the fear emanating from her. What a pity she has no love for the night." What is she thinking"? I wandered as she passed me by. I quietly began to follow her. I concentrated on her thoughts until they slowly began to show them selves. She was running very late. A lovely ripe young woman of a mere 23 years of age, she still felt very accountable to her parents, with whom she was living with. To see into another's thoughts is a talent of mine. Some one was going to miss her. Quietly, and so very slowly, I allowed myself to catch up to her. I do so love the hunt! Then without any warning, she spun around and faced me. "What are you following me for?" she all but yelled, right in my face! Well obviously I was taken aback. How dare she- a mere mortal wisp of a girl- confront me! Oh and by the way, how did she even know I was there? I cast no shadow, and my steps are lighter than a fallen leaf. I greatly needed to regain control of this situation. I could still smell her fear. What could I do or say to use that fear? Almost whispering I simply uttered my name for her. "Lily." This seemed to do nicely. Quite by coincidence I had named her very much like her true name, Lillian. Oh I do so love irony! Lily's fear doubled to near panic as I took her by the arm. With Lily in tow, I quickly made my way to the thicket near by. Fear kept her mute. She could not utter even a whimper. She would never be able to scream! I grabbed her, and faced her towards me. "Lily." I said. "Why are you so afraid? I do not wish you any pain. I merely want to enjoy you, for a little while." At these words she nearly swooned. I really shouldn't play with my food, but some times I just can't help it. I pulled her close to me. She of course resisted, but really, what else could she do? Hopelessly she began to submit. I never like to struggle, so I just take my time. They can only fight for so long before they begin to despair. I lowered my lips to hers. I enfolded her into my arms, and kissed her. My tongue pushed passed her lips. Gradually, so very gradually she abandoned her own will. She even pushed closer to me. Her tongue entered my mouth deep, warm, and passionate. I could feel her body crushing herself to me. Her heat began to heat me with warmth I've not felt in decades. I reached for her. I unbuttoned her blouse. I ran my hand up her silky stomach and caressed the underside of her left breast. Lily's right hand slid from my shoulders and down the front of my pants. Her delicate fingers boldly encircled my erection. I moaned. Long has it been since I have been so excited! I felt her left leg wrap around mine, as she began to grind her pelvic into me. I lowered my hand from her breast to her skirt. Reaching underneath until I could slide my hand into the front of her panties. She was already very moist from the excitement of it all! I inserted a finger into her and began to work it back and forth. My other arm I kept firmly around her waist, lest she should try and run. I could no longer smell fear from her, only a heady smell of adrenaline and the musk of her body. She used her free hand to pull her panties to the side, while pulling me to her by my exquisitely aching erection. I abandoned the game I was playing and gave in to the passion of the moment. Lily undid my belt, and I let my pants fall. I then picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me, and using the hand she was still holding me with, she inserted me into her. A collective moan escaped our lips as we began to writhe together. I could barely think. I could barely stand. She gave herself completely to me! So clearly I could see the throb of her pulse in her jugular vein. I could all but taste the salty sweetness of her life's blood. Her breath began to come in gasps. She veritably growled an animalistic "I'm going to cum!" in my ear. I could stand it no longer. I could feel my orgasm begin to shake to the core of my very being. I lowered my hungry mouth to her precious throat. Oh I was very wrong before. She would be able to scream. Now do not worry! She will not be joining me on my nightly hunts. Though I did taste her flesh, I drank not a drop of her blood. Lily would awaken the next morning without even a hint of a memory of me. Her only clue that any thing was amiss will be an inexplicable, yet completely harmless lover's mark upon her fair neck. However, I shall never forget my sweet Lily. Now I must go. You see I still haven't fed. The hunt must go on. Lily We had always been really good friends, but for the past couple years, we have pretty much been best friends. We had seen each other through highs and lows and through a few bad relationships and break ups. As far as I knew though, she had no idea how I truly felt about it. I was nothing shy of being in love with her. The was she could always cheer me up. The way she was always the first one on the frontlines when I needed anything. The way I had been able to talk to her all day, almost every day for years, whether in person, texting, instant messaging, etc. and the way that no matter what was going on in her life, she would always make time to talk to talk to me. As I would her. When we used to go on walks together, whether we were going to feed the ducks or just walking around downtown, all I ever wanted to do was hold her hand. To hold her. To hold her close and never have to let go. I never acted on my feelings, though. Fearing the fact that I couldn't bare to lose her as a friend. That was all about to change, however. She had been enrolled in college a few hours away for the past couple years now, so I rarely got to see her. When we did see each other, we were inseparable. The summer before her Junior year started out rough for her. She had just been broken up with by her latest boyfriend shortly after their one year anniversary. She was supposed to be stuck in school all summer taking extra classes and working to save up money so she could finally move out of the dorms. As soon as her last day of Sophomore year was done though, she decided to come home for the summer. She didn't tell me. Instead, the next afternoon, she showed up at my work as I was getting off and asked if we could go to our spot at the lake. Of course I agreed. We talked the entire way there, and she mostly talked about Alex and how much of an asshole he was. How he wouldn't stop talking to her after he dumped her and how he kept trying to get her to hangout with him, even though they were done. Ever since I've started having feelings for her I've said something along the lines of "maybe the guy who's right for you is right under your nose." By the time we arrived at our spot, the sun was setting. It wasn't getting cold though, as it was the middle of June. "You know, maybe I should have listened to you. Maybe the only person who will treat me right IS right under my nose" she said. I was frozen. I didn't know if she was talking about me or not. I couldn't think who else she would have been talking about, though, seeing as how I'm one of her few male friends and her only real close one. "Yeah?" I replied. I had no idea what to say. "Yeah. I mean, I did come home for a reason" My heart was racing. Did I finally have what I've wanted for years? The only girl I could trust to be there for me? To make me happy? I turned and looked her in the eyes. Before I could even say anything, she spoke. "I know. Don't worry." She leaned in. I met her halfway, and for the first time ever, our lips locked. Our tongues met. Time stopped. When we finally broke the kiss and time picked up again, it was cold. How long had that kiss lasted? Neither of us had sweatshirts, so we decided we should take off. We walked slowly back to the car, holding hands the whole way, and barely spoke a word. Our actions were plenty loud enough to speak for us. We drove back to her parents house. Her room was a separate unit off of the main house, so we wouldn't wake anybody up. Her parents have joked for years about us ending up together though. As soon as we pulled up to the house something took over. We were kissing again before we even made it out of the car. We kept kissing until we got to her room. As soon as we got in we forced our way to the couch. She started taking off my shirt, so I pulled hers off. I started massaging her breasts through her bra and she was rubbing my chest up and down. She started moving her hand lower and lower until it was resting outside my pants, firmly on my now hard cock. I reached around and unclasped her bra. I started kissing her neck which got her moaning. As I was working my way down her neck toward her chest, she had already gotten my pants unbuttoned and had my cock sticking out of my boxers. I worked down to her right nipple, gently sucking on it while massaging the left one. While she was moaning, I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down to her knees. I moved back up and started kissing her again, deeply. She found my cock but I took her hand off. I used one hand to hold both of hers above her head while my other hand worked its way down. I was rubbing the inside of her thigh then worked my way up. I was soon rubbing her pussy through her booty shorts, which got her really moaning. Her hands broke free so I though she was gonna push me away but she used them to pull off her underwear. While still kissing her, I started rubbing from her slit to her clit, and finally stuck one finger, then two inside of her. I kept switching between fingering her and rubbing circles on her clit and it was driving her crazy. She started shaking and I knew she was gonna cum. She soon pushed me away and rolled me over onto my back. She started kissing my neck, then my chest, then went lower and lower until my dick was right in front of her face. She didn't even grab it. She just licked it from the bottom to the tip then took it in her mouth. She started out only taking the tip and making circles on it with her tongue. It felt amazing. As soon as I was getting used to it though, she threw a curve and took the whole thing. I was surprised. I've been out of my game for a while, so I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer. "I'm gonna cum." I blurted out. "Mmmmm. Good!" She said, still with my dick in her mouth. With that, I shot my load. I can't think of any orgasm I've had that was as powerful as this one. She took it all though, and kept sucking me until it was all out. I thought I was going to black out. When my heart finally stopped racing, I rolled her back over onto her back and started kissing down her body. I decided to tease her, so I started kissing her inner thighs, getting close to her on both sides, but not quite getting there. This was driving her insane. When I finally had her begging me to stop teasing her, I gave in. I started licking her from the length of her slit up to her clit, giving it little flicks here and there. She tasted amazing. She was super wet by now and was only getting wetter with each lick. I started focusing just on her clit. I'd use the tip of my tongue to lick small circles around it, then make a couple quick flicks, which was driving her mad. Of course I was hard again by this point. "Fuck me. I want you to." She moaned. "Not yet." I relplied as I kept eating her out. She was really shaking now and was at the point where even if I stopped, she'd be able to climax. I stopped licking her clit, which made her immediately beg me to keep going. Instead I got up and with one thrust, buried my cock in her as deep as it would go. This sent her over the edge. I just held it there for a second while she came. I could feel her walls contracting around it. As her O was subsiding, I started fucking her. Slowly. I'd pull out until just the tip was inside of her, then slowly thrust all the way back in. I kept like that for a couple minutes until she was ready then I started picking up the pace. I got tired pretty quick so I pulled out and she stood up. I laid down and she climbed on top of me. The tables had turned because now she took my cock and just rubbed the tip at her entrance, teasing me. I tried to thrust up into her but she moved away. She finally lowered herself onto me and started fucking me. Up and down. It was the single hottest thing I have ever experienced (not that I didn't experience it plenty more times after). Her perfect body. Her perfect breasts. Her gorgeous face. All right in front of me. All mine. I was rubbing her clit while she was fucking me and I could tell that both of our orgasms were approaching fast so I tried to time them to hit simultaneously. I could feel her start to tighten up and start squeezing. That sent me overboard and caused me to shoot everything I had left into her amazing body. She fell forward on to me and just laid there. We briefly fell asleep. I guess she wasn't done though. I woke up to her licking both of our juices off of my cock. "You can't go to bed dirty" She laughed. With that she got up, brushed her teeth, pulled me to her bed, I held her, and we went to sleep. Lily and Bryan Lily was a beautiful girl of about 18, Bryan, her beau, was of the same age. Lily, a mocha skinned, athletic, young lady with molasses brown eyes was coming home today. She had been in New Jersey, visiting family and participating in a softball training clinic to hone her skills. She had not seen her beau in nearly three months, and as she rested her head on the cool, double paned plastic window of the plane, her heart lept with joy. As the plane descended from the fluffy white clouds, Lily awoke from a restful sleep; she had dreamt of Bryan, her beau of nearly two years now, lying with her, surrounded by her beautifully endless sea of black curls as they rest in each others' arms. As Lily got off of the plane, she quivered as she resisted the urge to run to the train, riding down to the baggage claim area where he would be just as eagerly awaiting her arrival. When she stepped off of the train and rode the escalator to the fountain, her eyes searched desperately for his face. Suddenly, as the sea of faces parted, there he was. Bryan, tall, strong, and handsome, his red hair flaming like a beacon, welcoming her home, his warm smile, a set of dazzling white teeth flashing to her as he spots her. Bryan opens his arms in gesture for her, an invitation back into the strong sense of love they both shared. She runs to him, dropping her bags at their feet as the two lovers embrace and kiss passionately. “I love you,” she spoke breathlessly as they broke off.He smiled and hugged her tightly. “I love you too,” he whispered. Holding onto her hand, he took her bag and carried it out to the car. Her parents were both working today, so they had the house to themselves. Lily bit her bottom lip, “Can you stay a while?” she asked, looking up hopefully as they entered the house. Bryan smiled and nodded. “I’ve got all the time in the world for you,” he replied. She nodded and they went into her room and sat down on the bed. The sun was setting outside of her window as they lay on the bed, her head on his chest and his arms around her. She looked up at him again, and slide slowly up to his lips, kissing him slowly, deliberately. They broke off for a moment and Bryan looked her in the eyes as he slowly toyed with the button of her jeans. Lily’s breath caught in her throat a moment before she nodded. He unzipped her and she wiggled out her jeans, reaching for his and doing the same to him, stroking the fabric of his boxers over his length. It grew hard from her touch. Lily straddled Bryan as she slowly and seductively took off her shirt. Bryan’s emerald green eyes sparkled and he reached a hand up to cup one of her breasts, moving his thumb over the material of the black laced bra that covered her nipple. Lily gasped softly and Bryan stopped a moment to take off his shirt. Lily’s hands explored his body, massaging his hardened stomach as he unhooked her bra and released her breasts from their restraint. They responded to his touch, becoming stiff and peaking. While he massaged her left breast with his right hand, his mouth fondled her right nipple, his tongue working over it expertly. Lily let out a soft moan of pleasure and began stroking Bryan’s length over his underwear. She began playing with the waistband of his boxers. His hands switched breasts with his mouth as he worked the other nipple, getting it shiny and perky. Lily lost it when his unoccupied hand made its way down her body and reached into her panties, stroking her clit, causing it to throb and moving his fingers through her soft patch of curly black hair. She moved her hands around his boxers, taking out his member and sliding down his body slowly, her mouth sliding over his tip as she began to lightly flick her tongue over his head. It was Bryan’s turn to express pleasure in the form of a sigh. Lily ran her hands along his member as she sucked on him, flicking her tongue every so often. His member began to pulse and throb in her mouth. Bryan moved his long fingers inside of her, hooking his middle and ring finger and moving them slowly in and out of her, gradually increasing in speed. “Oh god…” Lily whispered softly. When they could both feel their need building, panties and boxers removed, Bryan gently guided himself inside of her, fondling her breasts with his hands, rolling her nipples in between his fingers. Lily rocked her hips, moving with a sense of passion, joy, love and urgency. Bryan thrust himself inside of her firmly but tenderly, rolling her on top of him and moving his hands to grip the back of her thighs. The soft rustle that could only be the sound of flesh on flesh was whispered, as the sweet scent of beaded sweat pooled and drifted around them, filling the night air with the smell of sex and love. At their peak, both expressed their climax in the form of an erotic moan. He came inside of her as she peaked; two bodies became one in a moment of unspoken, unbridled passion. The two relaxed, their breathing heavy and labored as she lay on top of him, his member still inside of her. Spent, they drifted off to sleep, lovers reunited. Lily & Celia This story was co-authored by a good friend of mine, who wants to be referred to as Giggles. She wrote most of the parts that don't involve sex. * "Ugh, my feet hurt. Maybe Greg will rub them when I get home..." I pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. I don't remember if I even grabbed my bag or not, as soon as I walked in the door I saw them. First I looked at the guy on my couch. "Who the hell is that? ...Oh. Oh hell no." I guess Greg wasn't planning on rubbing my feet when I got home. He was a little busy. Sucking some fuck's dick. On my fucking couch. "What the fuck is this?" "Mmmslurpwha? Oh. Um. Lily.." I walked out. I walked out of the room, into our bedroom, and slammed the door. I put my dirtiest suitcase on the bed, OUR bed, the bed we made love on and slept together in. That fucking asshole. I threw a pile of shirts, jeans, and sweatpants in, kicked off my heels, put on my boots and grabbed my coat and purse. That fucking ASSHOLE. I grabbed my bag and stormed out. The guy I didn't know was still on my couch, sheepishly looking at the ground. Greg was standing up and fiddling with his hands. "Lil, come on, let's talk about this." I looked at him in pure revulsion, and slammed the door. I threw my bag in the backseat and called my sister. "Jenna. I need a room. Tonight. The biggest, nicest, comfiest room with a huge-ass bed and a fireplace and I'll need skis and a mask and a bottle of fucking champagne in my room. This is me calling in the favor you owe me for doing your 9th grade Bio project." "Lily? What the hell is going on? What's wrong?" "Later. I love you. Thanks babe." I hung up. "Shit, is my 50 Cent CD still in here?" It was. Damn, my car had good bass. The drive up to the resort wasn't too bad. "I think 50 cent would think my ass is hot. He'd think my ass is hot, right? I have a big ass. It's nice. Yeah, 50 cent would like it. I'm hot. I'm hot, right?" "Lily, shut up." I was babbling. In my own head. Finally I got to the resort and called my sister again. "Jenna, I'm here." "I got your room babe. But you owe me an explanation." "You'll get one. Don't worry. Just.. later." I picked up my keycard at the front desk and took the elevator. "5th floor. Sweet." My room was all the way at the end of the hall. "Should be a nice view... What fresh hell?" My room key didn't work. I tried it backwards, slowly, fast, held it in for 5 seconds. "Fuckin' aye." Then she walked up. She smiled at me, but I was kind of busy trying not to stare at her. "Since when the hell do you check out girls?" I was probably standing there smiling, looking like an idiot. She slipped her room key in and frowned. She tried again, slowly. For once, I liked the sound of that little beep and the red light. "Is yours not working either? I've been trying for 5 minutes.." "Yeah that's weird! Maybe they're switched?" We exchanged keys and tried again. Miraculously, both doors clicked open. "Oh that was easy. My name's Celia." "Damn what a beautiful name." "I'm Lily. I'm so glad you came when you did, I would've been stuck out here until you came along. Or I would've just had a key to your room instead of mine!" I laughed like a fucking hyena. God I was stupid. "Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing." Or maybe I wasn't that stupid.. "Ahah. Ahahaha. Um. I like your bag! I was going to buy the gym bag like that.. but.. um.." God I sounded like an idiot. We were standing out in the hallway, room doors wide open, staring at each other. But, was it just me or..? "Thanks! I have that gym bag actually... Do you want to stop over and see it? Maybe?" Nope, not just me. "Uh yeah I'd like that." I smiled. She smiled. Oh god I'd have to change my panties before I went over. "Let me just unpack a little and I'll be right over.. Is that okay?" "Yeah sure!" I walked into my room and closed the door. My knees wobbled. God she was fucking gorgeous. Since when were girls gorgeous?? I mean I'd seen my friends naked and maybe kissed a couple on the cheek when I was drunk, but what the fuck was this? I quickly unpacked, slipped on a tank top and yoga pants, gave her 5 more minutes to unpack herself, grabbed my room key and walked over. I squeaked involuntarily as I knocked on her door. She opened right away. Oh god, she'd been waiting for me. "Hey! Do you want some tea?" "Oh yeah I'd love some!" I walked in and sat on her couch. Her room looked a lot like mine, big, with a couch and a TV and a fireplace (which was on. Oof.) and a big kingsize bed. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god what the fuck is wrong with me why am I staring at her butt oh my god" "So, Lily, right? Are you here with someone, or..?" "Yeah! Oh, um, no, my sister actually owns the place, I came up because I walked in on my boyfriend cheating on me and I needed to get away..." "Oh. Word vomit. Cute. Why am I telling her everything? Why the hell does she make me feel so comfortable? What the hell is going on??" "Oh my gosh, that sucks. I'm so sorry honey." "She called me honey. Bluhh. I can't think. Um." "It's fine. I just need to get my mind off things." "Well, how about tea and a movie? I mean, if you want to..." "I'd love to!" She brought over the tea cups and set them down, sitting next to me. She was really close to me. "Aren't you cold hun? Let me grab a blanket." She stood on her tip toes to get the blanket from the top shelf of the closet. Damn her ass was tight. She brought it over and sat next to me again. She turned on the TV and looked through the movies. "What movie do you want to watch?" "Anything, really, whatever you want. So.. are you here alone?" "Okay! No, my brother's staying here too, we're hanging out together this week. He's coming up tomorrow though, he has the room next door." "That's nice. Better reason than mine I guess..." "Honey I'm so sorry. Gosh your shoulders look tense... I'm a sports trainer, not a crazy person, I promise, ahaha! Mind if I take a look?" "Mmm sure.. I mean uh, yeah. Sure!" I smiled like a crazy person. "Oh my god she's rubbing my shoulders. I can smell my own wet pussy. Fuck." "Mmm you're really tense... can I do it a little harder? Let me know if it's hurting you..." "Uhh no that feels great... Oh my god that's perfect, right there..." I looked at her. Her green eyes sparkled back from under her mane of soft-looking chocolate brown hair. She didn't even make me feel inferior, she just made my thick red hair and light blue eyes feel more beautiful on my own body as she stared into them. She lightly touched my cheek and turned my face towards her. I leaned in and closed my eyes, and she pressed her soft lips against mine. She pulled back and I almost screamed in frustration. "I-I am so sorry Lily I don't kno-" I took the initiative this time, sliding my hands around the sides of her neck and pulling her in to kiss me. She didn't even try to pull away a second time. In that kiss I put all the pent up passion from every year I'd been with Greg. With any man. All my life I'd denied this side of me, and Celia was to be the outlet for that. My hands left her neck and found the bottom of her shirt. As I tried to lift it up she pulled away and giggled, biting her lip as she lifted it over her head and exposed her gorgeous breasts. They almost seemed to defy gravity the way they stuck out from her chest, and the tone on the rest of her body showed that she clearly worked out. If she hadn't pushed me down on the bed I would have admired her body for hours. As it were, she had different ideas. Now on top of me, her soft lips pressed against mine again, this time more fiercely. Her lips wrapped around my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth where she chewed on it playfully. I felt like a teenager. I blushed when her hands found the top of my yoga pants. And blushed harder when she slid her hand between my leg. She blushed when she could feel my dampness and the clear outline of my labia through them. "No panties?" She asked, obviously pleased. "Never." I smiled as her eyes widened, and took that as my opportunity to show her what else I wasn't wearing. I wiggled out from under her and slowly pulled my top off. Milky white skin appearing inch by inch as i slowly spun in place, so by the time I pulled it over my head my back was to her. I could practically feel her staring at my ass. When I was a teenager I learned the power of my backside. And I also learned how wet it made me to show it off. As I bent over to pull down my yoga pants, she audibly moaned. I stepped out of my pants and, with the final traces of hesitation melting away, turned around. The sight of her eyes on my naked body almost made me cum right there. I could see her eyes following my curves. See her hand between her now naked legs stroking her nether-lips. I fucking pounced on her. My hands had minds of their own as they explored her tight body. And my pussy was a fucking waterfall when her hands returned the favor. She cupped my breasts, handling them with a delicacy no man had ever even tried to use. Her thumbs dragging across my rock hard nips. Our whimpers and the scent of hot cunt filled the room as she rolled me over and spread my legs. She gave my mostly bald sex a little kiss before locking her legs with mine, pressing our pussies together and drawing a gasp from both our lips. Her hips rocked up and down and I tried to follow the rhythm. "This girl is so skilled holy-" "FUCK" She cried out, jamming her cunt against me with all the force her toned body could muster and clearly cumming. The feeling of her spasming body pressed against me drove me to work even harder, wanting to extend her orgasm and bring on mine. By the end of it we were both screaming. Finally we collapsed on the bed, spent. She crawled up my body and kissed me, panting as she laid her head on my heaving chest. I had the best sleep of my whole life, with Celia laying with me. And now I'm here, standing in the rooms bathroom, staring in the mirror and being for the first time in my life, truly romantically happy. In my daydreaming I hadn't heard the door open, so I kind of squeaked when she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her front against my back, and kissed my neck. "Good morning beautiful," She whispered.