0 comments/ 134136 views/ 4 favorites Patti Cake Ch. 01 By: Jim McKay Hi! I'm Patti...Um...Er... Well, why don't you just call me Patti Cake. Last names can be such a drag. Especially since my parents are kinda well known. My parents are part of the Social Set here in... Well, let's just leave that blank too. We wouldn't want to embarrass anyone. So we'll just call my parents Jim and Angie. In fact, I've been calling them that since I learned to talk. For some reason Mommy and Daddy didn't feel right, so it was a first name basis from that time on. I'm in college now. I have been for almost 4 years. In fact, I attended my 'Coming Out' party just 4 years ago this coming June. And was it some 'Coming Out' party. I had just turned 18 the February before so, as a fresh new 18 year old got introduced to the world, everything seemed so surreal – I just couldn't believe it. All the boys were real hunks and thought they ruled the world. It was funny to watch them spar over us. There were 3 other girls sharing the spotlight with me that night at the Country Club – my best friends; Judy, Lorraine and Cindy. And there were probably 12 or 14 boys there – all trying to get in our pants. Yes, I call them boys – they were hardly men, with those attitudes. And they looked so silly when they got in their little shoulder punching games. As you can guess – not one of them managed to get in my pants, that's for sure. I can't speak for the other girls. Todd was the hunkiest of the bunch but even his rubbing his crotch against mine didn't do anything for me. So, I left the party with my cherry intact and, the following fall was bundled off and shipped out to one of the pushiest girls schools in the Northeast. So here I am. Graduation is coming in June and I'm anxious to move back home. Especially since Angie left Jim right after Christmas. It seems she met some guy at the auto dealers. Angie had taken her car in for service and some smooth talker charmed her into a lunch. One thing led to another and it progressed to clandestine meetings in shabby motel rooms for an afternoon quickie. I guess they eventually fell in love and Angie decided to divorce Jim and moved out. I found out about it when I had the invitations printed up and mailed. Jim sent a note back with his saying that Angie wouldn't be coming. When I called to find out what happened he explained why Angie had divorced him and moved out. That was the first I knew of the breakup. Poor Jim. He sounded so lonely and dejected. I'm looking forward to graduating and moving back home. He needs someone to look after him. I had no reason not to move back home. I had dated all through college but, for some reason, I kept comparing everyone I dated to Jim. They all seemed so immature. I just couldn't form any solid relationships with them. Jim showed up early for the graduation exercise and came to the dorm where I live. Gee, it was good to see him. He is graying a little around the temples. A few more wrinkles than when I saw him last but he is still handsome. And, with his workout regimen, manages to keep himself in good shape. Oh, there's a little bulging around the middle, but I suppose everyone gets that sooner or later. We'll have to see what we can do about that. Jim always was my rock. When anything went wrong, his shoulder was always there for me to cry on. When I needed advice we usually talked it out until I reached the same conclusion he had already formed – sort of letting me make up my own mind without my realizing it. We loaded all my bags and four years of accumulated memories into the back of Jim's huge van and drove over to the college. I showed Jim where everyone was going to sit for the ceremony and went off to finish getting dressed in my cap and gown – taking the small valise with my makeup and spare clothes that I intended to change into for the long drive home. Well, finally the long boring ceremonies were over. I graduated Summa Cum Laude and Jim was very proud of me. I could tell. He couldn't stop grinning like an idiot – punching the fellow next to him – saying 'That's my daughter up there.' I was sooooo embarrassed. *********************** Some of the girls stayed for the small party after the ceremonies but I was anxious for us to get on the road. After all, it was a three day drive home. I suppose we could have shipped my stuff and flown but, somehow I got the impression that Jim and I needed to're-form' the bond we used to have. Back when things were normal and sane. I had changed out of the gown – putting on my real short shorts and a tank top. I figured we might as well be cool and comfortable – it was going to be a long trip. Now, I've just got to tell you. I'm just over 22 years old. 5'3" tall. Real long brown hair – down to the crack in my butt. hehehe Brown eyes. My measurements are 38-24-34. My complexion is dark so I guess there is a little Indian blood in our background somewhere. Anyway, here I am, in the car with my daddy. Yes – after all these years, I guess I am finally thinking of Jim as my daddy. So – like I was saying – here I am in the car with by daddy and I catch him looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I mean – like – he can't get enough of looking at my legs. My skin is smooth – especially my inner thighs. And, with him looking at me like that, I felt my pussy starting to get wet. How could this be? I mean – am I attracted to my own Daddy? Wow! These thoughts just about blew me away. I had to shake my head to clear it. Daddy was talking to me. "What?" I asked. "I didn't hear what you said." "I asked if you were ready to stop for something to eat," Daddy said. "Sure," I said. "I think I need to use the restroom anyway." I caught Daddy looking down at my wet crotch. Damn! I knew I should have put on some underwear. I just wanted to be free. And now Daddy was going to see how wet I am. Maybe he'll think I'm having trouble holding in my pee. We pulled into the restaurant's parking lot and I grabbed some underwear and another pair of shorts and headed to the ladies room. "Patti Cake, I'll get us a booth. O.K.?" Daddy asked – as I was in a dead run to get changed ASAP. "Sure, Daddy. Let me have the keys. O.K.? I want to put these away." *********************** So – here I am – sitting in the booth – waiting for my Patti Cake. I'm looking at the menu but I'm not seeing anything – but her damp little crotch. I'll bet she hopes that I thought she needed to pee and couldn't hold it. But I didn't. Her blushing face gave her away. Had she seen the bulge in my pants? Her body is sexy as hell. And, since Angie moved out, I haven't had sex with anyone but my own hand. And that's not a lot of fun. I began having carnal thoughts about my daughter. Incest? Somehow I didn't really think of it as that. Just someone who is sexy as hell and a potential relief for my swollen balls. God! I didn't realize how horny I was. But the more I see of her fine butt switching back and forth, the more I get turned on. *********************** After eating, we continued on our journey – Patti Cake at the wheel now. I leaned the passenger seat back and tried to nap. With my ball cap over my eyes I had plenty of opportunity to gaze at my daughter. It was as if I were seeing her for the first time. Her legs were long and slender – well formed from walking around campus these four years. And, up and down stairs as well. I never noticed any elevators at the college. Her bust is what really threw me for a loop. While we were eating, I couldn't help but get a close-up view of her tits. Every time she bent over her plate for another bite was an adventure. God! They were huge! Without asking, I could only guess that she sported a good size 38DD. Add that to the wasp-like waist of hers and those flaring women's hips, I'd say she had an hour glass figure. I came out of the restaurant with a class 'A' boner – that's for sure. So I sat there in the passenger seat – hard as a rock – wanting to squeeze my cock – and couldn't. Not with my daughter sitting next to me. Finally, with carnal thoughts of fucking my own daughter, I dozed off. I woke up just as she was pulling into a motel. The sun was sitting and it was time for us to stop. Looking down, I noticed that there was a large wet spot on my pants leg. Patti Cake noticed it too and told me, "I'll register for us, Daddy. Just stay in the car." And she was out of there. While she was registering, I was re-living my dream. While I was dozing in the car, I had dreamed that Patti Cake had been stroking my cock as she drove. She had been feeling it up through my pants – squeezing and stroking it until I came. I wonder. Did she or didn't she? I suppose I'll have to ask to find out and it was already embarrassing enough. Returning, she handed me a key and started the car. Glancing down at my pants, she smiled again. "I couldn't help myself – I had to see how big your package was – and then I got carried away. It took almost 5 minutes for you to stop spurting cum," she said. "So – it WAS you stroking my cock," I said. "Yes. Does that offend you?" she asked. "No. I'm not offended. Just a little confused," I replied. "Don't be," she said. "I think I just woke up to the fact that you are one sexy Daddy. And I'm looking forward to enjoying my cumming home party," she laughed. We entered the room – me carrying a couple of suitcases covering my crotch. Patti Cake shut the door behind us. "You had better change if we're going to go eat," she said. "Uh... Um... I'll change in the bathroom," I said. "Why?" she asked. "After what I did you expect me not to watch? Bull! Go ahead and change." "Besides – I'd love to see that package you're sporting." So, I pulled my pants off – wiping up the residue with a wet washcloth – and changed into another pair of clean pants. Wadding the dirty ones up, I put them in the plastic clothes bag the motel provided. Patti Cake didn't miss a thing. Except for her constant 'ooooohing' and 'aaahhhhing' you would have never known she was there. She did comment on the fact that I didn't wear underwear. "Too constrictive on my cock," I said. We made small talk over dinner until I finally got around to asking why she only got one room – she knew I wasn't hurting for money. "Security," she said. "That and the fact that we have a lot of catching up to do. It's easier if we share the same room." "And only one king sized bed?" I asked. "Oh that," she answered. "Well... After what happened on the drive – I just thought it might be nice if I could do it again." "Do what again?" I asked. "Stroke your cock," she replied. "And that's all?" I asked. "Daddy... I'm still a virgin, you know?" she said. "No. I didn't know," I answered. And started immediately getting another hard on. Thinking. That's my problem. I'm always thinking! We finished our meal and returned to the room. By then, the swelling in my cock had gone down some. Things were a little awkward, to say the least. I left Patti Cake in the room and went out for something to drink. The local package store had beer on ice as well as other alcoholic beverages. I selected a bottle of whiskey, a six pack of coke and a six pack of ice cold beer. Paying for them, I returned to our room. Patti Cake had showered while I was gone and was sitting around in a see-through nightie and slippers. I asked her to 'name your poison' and set the drinks on the bathroom counter. After she selected beer, as did I, I put the other four in the refrigerator and the rest of the stuff back in the bag. We would take it with us for some other time. As Patti Cake crossed the room to sit on a chair, she passed between me and the table lamp. Damn! She didn't have any underwear on. I could see right through that nightie but the lamp outlined her cunt hair. And her huge tits stuck straight out from her chest with no hint of sag. Nipples erect and tenting the material of the nightie. Damn! My cock began to respond. Then she sat down on the chair – cross-legged Indian style. I took a seat on the sofa opposite her and, as I glanced up, I could see the moistness of her cunt – wide open with her sitting like this – moist and, I swear, winking at me! My cock continued its upward rise. "Why don't you shower, Daddy?" she asked. "Then we can relax and have a nice long talk." Without realizing it, I had almost finished my beer already. Damn! Keep that up Jim and you'll be drunk in no time. So – off to the shower I went. I grabbed my wrap-around towel on the way to the bathroom. Undressing hurriedly, I showered and toweled off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I returned to the main room, got another beer of each of us out of the fridge and returned to the sofa. Taking my seat, I noticed that Patti Cake had put on panties while I was showering. I was a little disappointed but then too – I'm her Daddy. And Daddy's are not supposed to eyeball beaver shots of their own daughter – are they? The hell they aren't! Yes – I'm afraid I did have thoughts about fucking her. All the time I was soaping that little one-eyed white snake I was having thoughts about her sucking it – about fucking her and taking her cherry – about turning her over and fucking her in the ass. GOD! I was horny as hell! Patti Cake opened the conversation. I couldn't. My throat was too dry to talk just then. "Daddy, what did you REALLY think when you learned that I had jacked you off?" she asked. Sputtering half a mouthful of beer in the air, I tried to reply. "At first I thought about how wrong it was. Then I reasoned with myself that it isn't really wrong. Nothing between two people who love each other could be wrong. But... Could we possibly love each other that much?" I asked. Then answered my own question – "I don't know." "You're getting another erection!" she observed. "Yes, dammit and you're the cause of it," I said. "Get us the last beer and we'll talk about it." I watched as she unwound those long limbs from that cross-legged Indian style of sitting that she so liked, I took it all in. Especially the droop of her huge tits as she bent over to take my beer can. I sat there – entranced as I watched the sway of her butt as she walked to the fridge. She was putting on a show. I just knew it. Tossing the empties away, she got the last two out of the fridge; popped them open and returned to her seat, pausing to hand me mine on the way. She caught me starring at her tits when she handed me mine. I glanced up and our eyes locked. Leaning down, she placed a wet kiss on my lips – then turned and sat back down – Indian style. That's when I first noticed that she had taken her panties off. I must have been so lost in thought that I missed it. Damn! That would have been some show. And there it was. Her brown little bush with that blood red pussy peeking at me – beckoning me to it. My cock got hard. So hard that it was sticking straight out – begging to be noticed. "Patti – let's finish these beers and go to bed. We can wait until tomorrow to talk," I said. She didn't say anything. Just looked at me. I could see that the couple she had were affecting her already because she was having a hard time focusing on my face. I rose and, taking her beer from her, helped her up and guided her to the bed. Dumping her, unceremoniously on the bed – I pulled a sheet up over her limp body and went to pour out the beer. After brushing my teeth, I turned the lights off and crawled into bed hoping there was a respectable distance between us. I couldn't sleep. All kinds of thoughts were running through my mind. My cock was still hard and all I could think about was fucking my own daughter. Then I felt her hand. She reached out to grasp my cock and began to slowly masturbate me. Stroking me very slowly and deliberately. She kept this up for the longest time – working my hard cock with one hand while massaging my ball sac with the other. I was getting close. I could feel my cock swelling even more and my balls were as tight as could be. "Daddy?" she whispered. "What?" I asked. "Can I suck your cock?" she asked. And I lost it. My cum boiled up out of my balls so fast that I hadn't had a chance to say anything. Spurt after spurt of my cum coating the inside of the sheet – coating her hand – falling onto my stomach. Finally I had to push her hand away. My cock was so sensitive that, had she continued stroking it, I would have peed the bed – that's how sensitive it was. I got up and washed up. While Patti Cake was washing, I removed the top sheet of the bed – wadding it up and tossing it on a chair. Then I pulled out a blanket for us to sleep under and we lay back down. Cuddling as lovers would do. And, yet, we were not lovers. At least not in that sense. "Daddy?" she asked. "What?" I replied. "Daddy, I liked that," she said. "I like it a lot. In fact I think we just might have to make that a nightly ritual. If you don't mind, that is." "Baby girl – I don't think my poor cock could last every night. You're too hot." "Thank you, Daddy." "You're welcome. Now go to sleep." "How about a nite nite kiss?" she asked, turning her face up to mine. I kissed her. This time as a lover – not as a father. Yes, I know she is still a virgin but she's old enough to know what she wants. If she wants me – I'll gladly take her cherry and not even have second thoughts about it. Patti Cake Ch. 02 Patience, dear reader. I've been told I don't give enough background for some of my stories. So I'm taking the time to add details. * * * * * "Daddy?" she asked. "What?" I replied. I woke in the wee hours before dawn. Patti Cake was at it again – her delicate little hand wrapped around my hard cock. I groaned. "Daddy. Did I wake you Daddy?" she asked. "You know quite well you did," I replied. "Daddy. Teach me how to suck your cock. I want to be the best ever to suck your cock. I want to be a total slut, Daddy. And when I learn how to suck your cock – you can teach me to fuck. I want to fuck, Daddy. I now know I want to fuck." The words just tumbled out of her as she continued stroking my hard cock. "Patti Cake, you're something else. Did you act like this in college?" I asked. "No, Daddy, I never went with anyone in college except for a couple of times. The 'boys' (she emphasized boys) I did date were just too immature for me. I couldn't handle the way they whined – especially when I wouldn't kiss them on the first date," she replied. Continuing, "I had a room mate in college named Sandy. She had a reputation for putting out – even on the first date sometimes. I guess the guys thought that I was just like Sandy but they were wrong." Patti Cake was still stroking my cock – oh so slowly as she marshaled her thoughts. "Can I tell you something, Daddy?" "Sure, Patti Cake. You can talk about anything with me – you know that." "One night when Sandy came in late – she was kind of drunk and stumbling around." "Well, she kicked off her shoes – made a hell of a racket – then she sat down on my bed – probably thinking it was hers. She pulled off her socks. Then she undid her blouse and took that off as well as her bra." Pausing, Patti Cake took a deep breath and continued, "Then she stood and stripped off her little short skirt and her white lacey thong. Throwing them in the corner, she flopped back down on my bed – squirmed around until she was under the sheet – then snuggled up to me." "Daddy. I was so embarrassed for her. I didn't know what to do. Then her hands started roaming over me. First she squeezed one of my breasts – making my nipple all hard and crinkly – then she pinched my nipple. Lowering her mouth to my breast – she began sucking on my nipple making me all wet in my pussy." "I don't mind telling you that I was really enjoying that – she was so gentle and caring the way she sucked my nipple. I wanted to do something for her." "So I reached down and stroked her stomach and thighs until she rolled over on her back and spread her legs." "Go on Patti Cake," I croaked. My cock was so rock hard now that I was ready to explode. "I slid a finger in her pussy. DADDY! SHE WAS SO WET! And I guess I shivered because I came when I found her that wet." "What happened then, Patti Cake?" I asked. "Sandy opened her eyes and stared at me. Then she reached up and kissed me – real long and sexy like. Like you kissed me goodnight last night." "And," I prompted. "Well – then she sorta flipped around on the bed until she was on top of me and spread her legs – lowering her sex to my mouth." "What did you do then, Patti Cake?" "What she did to me," she answered. "What was that, Patti Cake?" "She was licking me down there. And Daddy, it felt so good I just had to do something for her. I began licking her." "Daddy?" "Yes, baby girl." "Daddy, I've never licked a girl down there before. I didn't know what to do. So I just mimicked Sandy's moves. What she did to me, I did to her. It must have been good because just about the time I began to cum – Sandy did too. Daddy, it was sooooo beautiful." "Patti Cake?" "Yes Daddy." "Patti Cake. Would you like me to lick you down there?" I asked, knowing what her answer would be. "Yes, Daddy. I would love for you to lick me down there. But I want to suck your cock and I want you to teach me," she replied. "O.K. What you and Sandy did is called a '69'" "I KNOW THAT!" she answered. "Well Patti Cake. When you suck cock – you take it real slow. Ever so often you take it as deep inside your mouth as you can – make a tight ring with your lips and pull my cock out of your mouth while you are sucking hard and licking it with your tongue. Then you do it all over again. Do this while you massage my ball sac rolling those little almonds around in there." "When you feel my ball sac harden that means I'm about to cum. That's your signal to stop and rest a bit." "Then you can start all over again. This is called "sweet torture". Working a man up until he starts urging you to let him cum." "Now, Patti Cake. If you will climb on top of me – in a '69', I'll start licking your pussy while you suck my cock." Tossing the sheet aside, Patti Cake turned around. Throwing one leg over my head, she slowly spread her things – lowering herself to my waiting tongue. I took a tentative lick at her swollen wings – noting that she was gushing pussy juice already. I suppose the thought of what Sandy did to her had my Patti Cake all worked up. I put a hand on each cheek of my Patti Cake's soft butt and pulled her closer as her hot mouth engulfed my cock – licking and sucking on my length – trying to take me in her throat. I licked up one wing and back down the other, flicking her clit in the process while I massaged her butt. She gagged as she attempted to deep throat me. "Easy baby," I said. "Slow down and take it easy. Let your throat get used to my size. Breathe through your nose while you take me deep in your throat." "O.K. Daddy." A couple of more licks on her hot pussy and I clamped my mouth tightly on it and sucked. Patti Cake began to cum. Her hips thrashed and ground into my face – trying to get my face inside of her. This triggered my cum and my cum began spurting deep inside her mouth until it was full. My cum laden ball sac had emptied all I had. Patti Cake continued sucking and cleaning me up, swallowing as much of my cum as she could. I could see that our lives had changed. I continued licking and slurping my darling's juices and her woman's hips kept grinding on my face – body quivering with each little mini-orgasm she had. Finally I had to stop. I developed a crick in my neck and my tongue was tired. 'Things like this never happen,' I thought. Slapping her butt, I rolled her off me. Seeing that it was already 7 a.m., we decided to get dressed and go for breakfast. Patti Cake was all smiles and giggles. It was obvious that she was happy. ********************************* The day's drive was quite uneventful. When I drove, Patti Cake sat close and brushed her fingers up and down my thigh – toying with the head of my cock. When she drove, I squeezed and pinched her nipple and toyed with the crotch of her tight shorts until she squirmed in her seat and ordered me to stop. All in all it made for a pleasant drive and, about 4 p.m., we pulled into another hotel for our second night on the road. A long leisurely dinner in a nice restaurant and then off to the room. Closing the door – I pulled her to me. Patti Cake melted in my arms and we began to neck – like a couple of teenagers. Kissing and tonguing each other – sucking on the other's tongue. I found that she had a special spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder that drove her absolutely wild. I called it her "On Button" because it really did turn her on. In no time flat, we had each other undressed. Taking time out to turn down the bed did nothing to suppress my desire for her. Lying down, I pulled her to me. As she fell on top, my breath went out with a 'whooooossh'. Giggling, she took my face in her hands and gave me a long slow passionate kiss. I responded. First by kissing her back – second by the measure of how hard my cock got in so short a time. She slid down my body and came to rest between my legs. Looking me straight in the eye, she took my mushroom cap into her mouth – gently sucking on it as her twinkling eyes watched the expression on my face – watched it change from avid affection to downright lust. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out. So I sat up and, taking her arms, pulled her up on the bed. Then, rolling her over on her back, I knelt between her soft thighs and just stared. I couldn't get enough of just looking at her pussy. Leaning down, I placed a kiss on it – much like you would French kiss a mouth – my tongue extended deep inside her as I toyed with her clit. Her juices were running out of her – moistening her little star shaped rosebud that is her anus. I probed it with a finger as she wriggled trying to keep my finger from entering her. It slid in to the first knuckle and she groaned. "Relax, Patti Cake. I won't hurt you. It gets better if you just relax." "O.K. Daddy. I'll try." I toyed with her ass some more while I was eating her pussy. Finally, Patti Cake began bucking her hips to get my fingers and tongue deeper inside her. And she came. Her orgasm was so intense. I felt that now was the time so I rose up and began to rub her moist pussy with the mushroom cap of my rock hard cock. "NO DADDY! STOP! DADDY, STOP! STOP! STOP!" "What's wrong, Patti Cake?" I asked. "Daddy. Not like that. I want to fuck you. And I want you to fuck me. But not in some motel. Wait until we get home and in your king size bed. It'll be our 'Honeymoon' bed Daddy." She slid out from under me and rolled me onto my back. Kneeling between my widespread legs, she grasped the base of my cock. Leaning down, she placed my mushroom cap inside her hot lips. Staring at me, she began to softly suck while her tongue danced like little butterflies on the sensitive area beneath my little pee hole. I came. Lord God, how I came. Never letting my cock leave her mouth, my darling daughter sucked and sucked, swallowing every drop of cum from my spurting cock. Finally, Patti Cake moved up alongside me and wrapping her arms around my neck gave me a deep tongued kiss. I could taste my cum on her lips. We lay like that for awhile – wrapped in each others arms until we began to chill. Slapping her ass, I said, "Let's go." "Where," she asked. "To the shower." I replied. "Then we need to get some rest. Maybe we can make it home tomorrow. If we can't – well we'll just have to wait another day to 'consummate our marriage'. I can't wait to put my cock in you and feel your tight little virgin pussy muscles working on it." Laughing and giggling, we splash washed each other quickly – then toweled off. Sleep was easy to come by that night. Patti Cake Ch. 03 I awoke to the stroking of Patti Cake's hand on my cock. I was almost rock hard again. "Quit," I said. "Quit what?" she asked. "Quit stroking my cock like that – you're going to wear it out." "I was thinking," she said. "About stroking my cock?" "No, I was thinking about Sandy and what she did one night," she said. "Tell me." "Well........... One night when we were in our room studying, she asked me if I regretted our hot love making session. Since I hadn't said anything about it, she felt I might be embarrassed or something." "And?" I prompted. "I told her I wasn't embarrassed. In fact, it was a beautiful evening. It was just that I had never done anything like that before and I wasn't quite sure about what to do about it or what it meant." "What it meant?" "Yeah. Did it mean I was turning into a Lezzy or something? You know – not having had any experience, I was wondering if I leaned that way, so to speak." "What did she say?" "She said that she didn't think that I was a Lesbian if I still liked boys. But, if I did still like boys, it probably meant that I was bi. And she told me she was." "And when I told her that I was a virgin, she got this funny look on her face and asked if I would like to try something different." "And what did you tell her?" I was getting rock hard by now and the thoughts of these two lovelies doing their thing was really starting to turn me on. "I should have asked her what she meant. But I said 'Sure, I'm game as long as it doesn't hurt'. You know what I mean – I didn't want her to do anything to take my cherry. I didn't tell her that I was saving it for you. The next thing I knew, we were kissing and petting. Sucking tongue – squeezing tits – pinching nipples. Sticking hands down each others pants – playing with our pussies. Just literally getting it on." "Suddenly she said, 'Humor me' and proceeded to put a blindfold over my eyes. After that, she began to undress me – kissing me in all sorts of places. My tits – my belly – my ass – just all over." "Then what?" "After she had me undressed – she guided me over to her bed and told me to lie on it face up." "And?" "She climbed on top of me – straddling my hips and leaned down and began kissing me as she rubbed her tits against mine – rubbing her crotch on mine – simulating fucking. I was getting quite worked up. "I never noticed while she was kissing me that she was putting cuffs on my wrists – one at a time – and cuffing my hands to her headboard. Before I knew it, she had my feet handcuffed to the bottom of her bed too and I couldn't move a muscle." "Did that excite you?" "OH YES, DADDY! More than I thought it would. I could feel my juices dripping out of my cunt – soaking the bed." "What did Sandy do to you after that?" I asked. "She undressed and proceeded to kiss every square inch of my skin. She started working on my feet – kissing my toes, one at a time – sucking on them – really turning me on. Kissing the soles of my feet – then the tops – licking and tickling them." "Then she worked up my leg toward my cunt, kissing as she went while rubbing and pinching my tit while stroking my inner thigh with the other. Kissing all around my mons but not actually kissing my cunt." "She moved to the other side of the bed and did the same to that side. I could feel her fingers as they passed real close to my cunt – just brushing my pubic hair but never really touching my cunt – and her hot breath on my mons as she blew little kisses to my cunt lips. She didn't touch me but I sure wanted her to." "Is that all she did?" "HEAVENS NO, DADDY! She began working around my belly button – kissing down to my mons – this time she inserted a finger in my pussy. She would get a couple of fingers wet with my pussy juice then she would tell me 'open your mouth' and I did. She put her fingers in my mouth and let me taste myself." "She kept feeding me my juice and making me hotter and hotter. I swear – she might as well have been feeding me her cunt juice for all I know. I remember hers was sweet tasting." Patti Cake shuddered just then. "I just had a mini orgasm." "Yours tastes sweet too. I can see how you might have been confused. How did you like being restrained?" I asked. "I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!!!!!. It felt like I was totally in Sandy's control. Like she could do anything with me and I was powerless to stop her." "What did she do after that?" "Well – let me see. I remember her using two fingers on my cunt. She kinda crossed them and twisted them around inside me and rubbed some little fleshy pad at the top of my cervix that she called my 'G' spot while she worked on my clit with her thumb." "Did you like that?" "DID I EVER! I had the most intense orgasm ever. I mean, I've masturbated and had orgasms but nothing like she did to me, Daddy." "What do you think of when you masturbate?" I asked. Blushing a deep shade of red, she whispered, "You, Daddy." "Me?" "Yes, you. I close my eyes and I picture you fucking your little girl. Is that so bad, Daddy?" "No baby. Lots of daughters think that way about their fathers. Just as lots of fathers think that way about their little girl. But I don't know how many do anything about it." "Do you think of me that way?" "Yes, Patti Cake. Ever since you came home last Christmas – and mom and I were having all those fights. I think that's when I REALLY saw you for the first time. I noticed the swell of your breasts. The way your bikini pushed in between your meaty cunt lips – the way that thong disappeared in the crack of your ass – so deeply hidden in there it looked like you were nude." "By the time Angie divorced me, I was kinda looking forward to your coming home after you finished college. I was already having thoughts of trying to seduce you but you still had 6 months of college to go before graduation and I didn't want to interfere with that." I paused. Then said, "Patti Cake?" "Yes?" "When we get home – would you like to be my slave?" "How do you mean, Daddy?" "Would you like to have me keep you dressed up as my personal slave and order you around – order you to perform certain things – I could train you to be a good slut. Would you like that?" "How would you dress me up, Daddy?" "Oh, I'll buy you a corset, some black net stockings with a garter belt, some black high heel shoes. I'd get you some long black opera gloves to protect your hands and arms when you are cuffed. I'll paint your face so you look like a total slut – lots of white face powder – lots of gaudy rouge and some really bright red lipstick. I'll have you painted up to look like a little whore. But there are rules." "What kind of rules, Daddy?" "Rules you have to follow. Disobey them and you will be punished. When you are in the role of my slave – you will keep your head bowed and eyes lowered unless I tell you that you can raise them. You must obey every order I give you without question. You must NEVER talk without first asking permission. You will do that by saying, 'Permission to speak, MASTER'." "You will never speak to one of my guests. If a guest of mine asks you a question – you are to look at me. If I nod 'Yes', then you may answer it. There will be other rules as I decide we need them." "You will be restrained whenever I am home – whether it is a simple collar with a chain that I hold on to or whether I cuff you to some inanimate object – you will be restrained. The only exception is when you are performing your household duties. Then, the restraints may be taken off." "I will see to your needs – you, in turn, will serve me and attend to my needs." "O.K. Daddy," she said. "When will we start? Now?" "No. We'll have to do some shopping first. I don't know that there is any hurry, is there?" "No. Other than I wish you had all those things now to dress me in." I pulled her close and kissed her. Squeezing her tit with one hand while I searched for her little clit with the other. Patti Cake took the lead. Pushing me flat, she straddled my head again and lowered her sex to my waiting mouth while taking my mushroom cap in hers. Sucking on me – drawing my hot cum out of my ball sac while she fucked my tongue with her pussy. I guess our conversations had us worked up more than we thought – we both came almost immediately. I slurped up as much of her juice as I could while she was swallowing my spunk. Tired and sleepy, we drifted off to sleep – to awaken at dawn – eager to finish the trip. ************************* We kind of got a late start on our third day of travel. When we woke up, Patti Cake wanted a shower. Naturally I couldn't pass up the opportunity to join her. So she lathered up a washcloth and washed me while I washed her with another one. Neither of us got much past soaping each others privates. I must say – Patti Cake is pretty talented in that department. By the time she made me cum, I had brought her off 3 or 4 times – all small orgasms and, finally, the mind blower – the mother of all orgasms. I had to hold her up against the shower wall, her knees were so weak. After breakfast, we decided that we just weren't going to make it home today. Looking at the distance left to travel, we thought that a stop-over in Atlanta tonight would be the ticket. It would take us about 7 hours to make Atlanta and would still be about 5 or 6 hours from home. There were some great restaurants in Atlanta. And, if we had the time, we just might find an Adult Store and make a few purchases. Off we went – with me at the wheel for the first stint – Pushing the speed to try and make Atlanta by mid afternoon. Patti Cake curled up in the passenger seat and just watched me. She looked so sexy there – in her real tight shorts and her see-through blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra today and the air conditioning was keeping her nipples erect. Either that or there were some sexy thoughts running through her head. After being on the road for a couple of hours, it was time for a stretch and to change drivers. I'll admit – the trip home was a lot more enjoyable than the trip up to the college. Having an extra driver took some strain off the driving and the afternoon foreplay followed by the evening sex served to relieve a lot of tension – sexual and otherwise. The early morning bouts were starting to take their toll though and I found I was quite sleepy in the afternoon. As I lay there dozing, Patti Cake started the same tricks she did the first day of driving – playing with my cock – squeezing and rubbing it through my loose shorts. I try to never wear tight shorts – they're too constrictive on my cock – even painful at times. I woke up with a raging hard on though Patti Cake hadn't stroked me enough to make me cum yet. I moved her hand off my cock and sat up. "Mind your driving," I said. "I am, Daddy," she replied. That saucy little smile on her face. "I was just having a little fun with the 'stick shift'." "Where are we?" I asked. "About an hour out of Atlanta," she said. It was only 2 p.m. by the dashboard clock. If we got to Atlanta by 3 there would be plenty of time to do some shopping before dinner. I cranked up the GPS and started doing some searching. Our motel was on the southern edge of Atlanta. There were 4 Adult stores in the area – one of which specialized in BDSM gear. We'd try that one first – then on to the others if we didn't find what we wanted. ************************* After checking in at the motel, we headed down the street to the Adult store. Parking in front, Patti Cake and I went in. The store was empty except for some sweet young thing behind the counter. This young blonde didn't look old enough to work in an Adult store. When I found out she was 26, I was floored. She was so petite. I'd guess she was just barely 5 feet tall. More guessing on my part – 34A tits covered by one of those spandex tank tops. Bare belly with a couple of rings in it. Waist about 18" it was so tiny. Hips were about 32 or 34 inches with a nice flare to them. When she turned, to get a couple of items from the back shelf, I got a good view of a compact little butt hidden by the wrap-around she was wearing. From the rear, it would seem she had a 'harp shaped' butt. Very sexy little bitch. "Put your eyes back in," Patti Cake said – punching me on the arm. "I can't help it. She is so sexy" "Would you like to fuck her, Daddy?" Patti Cake asked. "Would you let me?" I responded. "Sure. That is, if she wants to." "Hmmmmmm! I think that would be great." "Can I help you," the little blonde asked. "Yes," I said. We're looking for some special items. This is my daughter, Patti Cake," I introduced her. "Hi. I'm Rachel," she said. "And what kind of items are you looking for?" she asked as her eyes flitted rapidly back and forth between us. "Well.......... Let's see. First off, we need some cuffs – sheepskin lined with snaps where I can cuff her hands behind her back. Then a set of ties for the bed – 4 will do. I saw some with Velcro fasteners advertised – the ones with the bungee cords to attach to the bed." "I know what you mean – we have them." Appraising the situation, Rachel had pretty much decided she knew what was going on. "What else can I show you, sir?" "Jim." "And I'd like to see a couple of those 18" silicone dildoes – the ones with the ribs," I said, extending my hand. Her soft little hand grasped mine as she examined my left hand for a ring. "O.K. – what else?" "Let's see........ How about a ball gag. A blindfold. A paddle. A cat-o-nine tails. A butt plug. I don't know what else – any suggestions?" I asked. As her gaze dropped to the front of my shorts, she said, "Mmmmmmm! I'm kinda partial to nipple clamps and a clit clamp. We have several here – these have a chain attached with a separate chain for the clit clamp." My cock started responding more than ever to her hot little gaze – and she just stared. The more she stared – the harder I was getting. "Which one is your favorite?" I asked, stroking my cock. I couldn't resist. I figured if she was going to stare, I'd give her a show. I had been watching her face – now my attention was drawn to her tits. Her nipples were getting hard. And I could make out the faint outline of nipple rings. She swallowed real hard and turned to the showcase and said, "This one", taking a set out of the showcase. "Any other suggestions?" I asked. "Yes – another favorite of mine – Ben Wa balls," she responded. "O.K. I don't suppose you would care to demonstrate the nipple clamps, would you?" I ventured. "Where are you guys staying?" she asked. "At the Local Motel down the street," I said. "O.K. Tell you what. I get off at 5. Pick me up and we'll go have dinner to get acquainted. If we click – I'll show you how to use everything you bought." "I'm not through yet. There are a couple other items we need." "What?" she asked. "We need a corset for my daughter. Then – fishnet stockings and a garter belt. And a pair of 3" black heels, ticking the items off from a 'mental list'." "We have some corsets over here," leading us to the display. "You'll want to try a couple on, won't you, Patti?" Patti Cake, having been amused at all that had been going on, took her cue. Picking a couple of corsets, she turned to Rachel and asked, "Will you help me with these?" "Sure," Rachel said. "What bust size are you?" "38DD," Patti Cake responded I caught Rachel licking her lips as she said, "Let me check the size." Checking the size on the ones Patti Cake chose, she said, "Yeah – this size is o.k. Follow me." Heading off to the changing room in the back. They were in there some time and I was about to go knock on the door to see what was going on when a young red head came in. "Hi," she said. Noticing that I was not behind the counter, she asked, "Is Rachel here?" "She gone out to lunch," I responded. "She should be back shortly." The look on her face was priceless. Catching the implications of what I said, she said, "All right, I'll be back in a while." And turned on her heels and left. When they finally came out, both of them were flushed – faces red as a beet – and quite out of breath. Patti Cake was wearing the corset under that see through blouse of hers. "Has anyone come in?" asked Rachel. "Yes, some red head," I answered. "What did she say?" Rachel asked. "She asked if you were here. I told her you were out to lunch and should be back shortly. Then she left saying she would be back." Rachel's face was a bright crimson by now. "Is there anything more that you need," Rachel asked. "I need one more thing. A love pillow." "The big wedge foam pillow?" she asked. "Yes – do you have one?" "Sure," she replied. "I'll have to get it from the back room." I'm sure she exaggerated her walk – the sway of her hips – looking like a total slut – as she sauntered back to get the pillow. I also noticed that her wrap-around was not in the same place as when we first came in. We paid for our purchases and, after Rachel packaged them up, left for the motel. I wanted to find out what went on in the changing room and I could tell – Patti Cake was dying to tell me. As we went out the door, Patti Cake whispered, "She's got a clit ring, Daddy." Immediately my cock began to respond. Damn! We just might have some fun tonight. Patti Cake Ch. 04 Leaving the Adult store, we drove back to the motel and carried our purchases in to check them out. We only had an hour before we had to go back and pick up Rachel. I was looking forward to the evening. I undressed Patti Cake. I just had to see that corset. Rachel had tied it real tight and, I could tell, Patti was having a difficulty breathing. Patti looked absolutely gorgeous in her corset – her tits were pushed up and out and her nipples were hard and rubbery. I just had to take a minute to suck on them. As I did – they continued to get bigger and harder – turning red as I nibbled on them. I stopped so Patti Cake could fill me in on what happened in the changing room. Patti said, "She helped me take off my blouse. Then she removed my shorts. You see, the corset covers the slope of my hips, so I had to get totally undressed for her to put it on me. Well……… almost nude – I left my white lacey thong on and pulled up the sides of it until the front was pulled in between my pussy lips. It looked soooooooooooo obscene in that dressing room mirror." "I was watching Rachel's face – she wasn't missing a thing. She was licking her lips and staring at my pussy. She looked just like some predator out hunting for a meal." "Rachel put the corset around my body and began pulling and prying my tits and nipples to fit them in that little 'push up' bra that's built into the corset." "Of course, she didn't fool me. All she wanted to do was play with my tits. And I liked it. My nipples were getting so hard. And I moaned and groaned every time she touched me letting her know that she was turning me on." "At first I was going to pretend that she was turning me on. It didn't take long until she really was! I stuck my hand inside my thong and dipped a finger in my wet cunt – then I offered it to Rachel – holding it right up to her little cupid bow mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked my finger dry, moaning as she did so and started rubbing her own pussy." "Rachel opened her eyes – smiled at me and looked deep into mine – sorta seductively as she finished cleaning my finger. I dipped my hand in my cunt again and wet two fingers this time. I could hardly get them up to Rachel's mouth when she started sucking them in all the time moaning like she was about to cum." "Well, Daddy – that started it. Next thing I knew, she was sucking on my hard nipples and pulling my thong aside. Guiding me onto my back on the bench, she straddled my face and we did a '69' right there. I must have had 3 real strong orgasms and God knows how many Rachel had." "And then we realized we had been in there a long time – so we re-dressed each other and came back to the front of the store. That's why we were so red faced and out of breath. That and the corset IS real tight." I glanced at the clock and said, "Come on, Patti Cake. We need to finish dressing and go pick up Rachel." Patti Cake put on a sheer see through blouse and a loose fitting skirt. I dressed in a white shirt with grey sharkskin slacks. ************************* When we arrived at the Adult store, it was just 5 p.m. and Rachel was coming out of the store. "Hi!" she said. "I thought you guys weren't coming." Rachel had changed. She was wearing a sheer white blouse and a short pink skirt. The nipple rings were obvious as were her pointy little nipples. The gold chain and the chain leading down toward her clit ring were also evident. She swished that tight little butt of hers as she approached the car. Mmmmmmmmm! My cock began to stir. This was going to be some evening! I opened the door to help Rachel into the back seat. Before she got in she asked, "Do you mind if we have some company this evening?" "I'd rather we didn't. Who did you have in mind?" I asked. "Remember the red head that came into the store?" she asked. "Not really, if you want to know the truth. My mind was on other things, if you will get what I mean," I replied with a leer. "Well…….," she said. "That was my lover, Brenda. She was curious about what was going on. When I told her that you were fucking your own daughter, she got very curious. And, when I said we were going out to eat and back to the motel after, she asked if you would mind if she joined us." "I'm not fucking my own daughter. Yet. Someday, maybe but I never have so far. Patti Cake still has her cherry. Now that we've got that straight, what did you tell her?" I asked. "That I'd talk to you guys about it." "One question," I said. "Shoot." "Do either of you two fuck? Or are you just into Lezzies?" I asked. "That's two," she said. "Yeah – well, you know what I mean," I said. "We're both bi," she answered. "It's just that we've never teamed with a Daddy/Daughter duo before and we were curious about it." "O.K. Call Brenda and tell her that she can come," I said. "I don't have to call her – she's in the store," she replied, ignoring the open back door. "I'll be right back." Rachel entered the store to tell Brenda that she was welcome to join us. As they emerged from the store, Brenda locked up. Rachel pointed a thumb at Brenda and said, "She's the boss", indicating that Brenda was the owner of the store. Brenda had fiery red hair and, as one would expect from a red head, very white skin. She was wearing a pink scoop neck blouse – an off the shoulder affair that didn't allow for wearing of a bra. Anyway, Brenda didn't need a bra – she had on a corset that pushed her tits up and out as though they were sitting on a shelf. I'd guess a 36C or D cup and they looked very firm. Her nipples were the pretty large and looked very firm. Her shoulders had a sprinkling of 'Angel's Kisses' (freckles) – adding to her allure. I wondered if she had freckles all over like some red heads. Brenda was about five foot two or three inches tall – with a slender build. The corset pinched her waist into an hour glass shape and showed off her wide flaring hips. I got a chance to look at her butt as they walked ahead of me to the car – she had two firm high butt cheeks that jiggled nicely in the tan slacks she had on. Patti Cake kept her hand on my thigh all the way to the restaurant – keeping my cock nice and hard. It sure made a bulge in those grey slacks. The Maitre'd glanced at the bulge and guided us toward a booth in the back. Now you would think that, with three pretty girls, I would get a chance to be between two of them. Not so. Rachel was the first to sit down followed by Patti Cake. Then Brenda squeezed in next to Patti Cake leaving me to fend for myself. I decided to sit next to Rachel since she had a skirt on. At least I might have some fun. Our waitress arrived shortly after we were seated and took our drink orders. While she was gone, Rachel had been stroking my cock – keeping me hard. Leaning down to sit the drink tray on the table, our waitress (whose face was beet red by now) couldn't take her eyes off Rachel's hand. As Rachel moved to pick up her drink, the waitress reached down and squeezed my cock. I smiled at her. Embarrassed, she left the table, only to return shortly realizing that she had forgotten to take our food order. Dinner was rather quiet though – mostly 'get acquainted' talk sprinkled with the odd joke or two and Rachel massaging my huge cock. Every time I looked at Patti Cake, her face was red and she wouldn't meet my eyes. Brenda and Rachel had been giving her plenty of attention. Somehow, during the course of dinner, they had managed to pull Patti Cake's skirt up so that it was bunched around her waist – with her two ass cheeks resting on the leather seat of the booth. Soon, we were on the way back to the motel. This time, Brenda and Rachel sat in the back seat with Patti in between them. I almost wrecked the car, trying to see what was going on back there. I do know there was a lot of 'ooing' and 'ahing' coming from them but I couldn't tell which one. ************************** As soon as we entered the room, Brenda and Rachel took charge. Pushing me aside, they maneuvered my Patti to the bed and began undressing her – Rachel on one side – Brenda on the other – kissing Patti in the process. While Rachel French kissed Patti – Brenda was behind her – kissing the back of her neck as she removed Patti's blouse and skirt. Rachel had moved down to Patti's nipples and was sucking on them as Brenda removed Patti's corset. Then Rachel began to massage away the marks left by the tight fitting corset – kissing and rubbing her way to Patti's pussy as Brenda kissed up and down Patti's back – massaging her pretty butt – kissing and rimming her from behind as Rachel dipped her tongue into Patti's hot sex – moist and dripping from the attention she was getting. Pulling Patti down on the bed, Brenda took up the restraints we had bought earlier while Rachel kept Patti occupied and began tying Patti to the four corners of the bed – spreading her out – opening her up to ravish her. Now don't think for one minute I was idle. I had already stripped and was sitting on a chair near the bed – stroking my already hardening cock – bringing it to full hardness – so full of blood it was purple – so hard and ready to fuck. When Brenda took up the strap on – I moved in to stop her. "Brenda," I said. "What?" she asked. "No penetration. My Patti Cake is a virgin. I intend for her to remain a virgin and there will be no penetration. Is that understood?" I asked. "You may continue with any erotic touching and kissing – anywhere on Patti's body – but there will be no penetration," I continued. Pushing Rachel aside, Brenda knelt between Patti's outspread thighs and began kissing her – tonguing her hard little bud until it was beet red and swollen. Patti groaned and twisted her body – rising up toward Brenda's tongue – trying to force more of her tongue inside her – while Rachel had moved to Patti's head and began French kissing her. The two of them worked poor Patti into a fever pitch – as orgasm after orgasm overtook her. It was at this point that I moved behind Brenda – placing my swollen member at the entrance of her hot pussy – pushing deep inside her – forcing her face hard into Patti's cunt in the process. I began stroking – hard fast strokes – slamming my crotch hard into Brenda's ass as my cock bottomed out deep in her womb. After 8 or 9 strokes, I pulled out and Brenda cried out in anguish, "NO! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" By then, Rachel had moved into position under Brenda's pussy. As she reached up to pull Brenda's pussy toward her waiting mouth, I sank my cock into Rachel. God! She was tight! I knew I wouldn't last long with this velvet vise clamped on my hard cock – milking me – urging my cum to the top – urging my cum filled ball sac to spurt my cum deep inside her. I felt my ball sac swell as did my cock when the cum surged up its length and out my tiny pee hole – deep into Rachel – causing her orgasm. Spent, I lay prone on Rachel. As she sucked on Brenda's pussy, I reached up and began rimming Brenda's ass with my tongue – wetting and loosening it for my reawakening cock. I pulled and pried at her little star shaped anus – opening it up with my fingers – pulling it wide. I moved into position – my cock dripping cum into Rachel's waiting mouth as I pushed it into Brenda – slowly sinking in until my crotch was against her ass. Resting a minute, I felt Brenda's sphincter clench and unclench around my cock – causing it to further harden – causing a reawakening in my groin. I began to pump – stroke after stroke – knowing that this time I would last quite a while before cumming, I settled down to a moderate rhythm as Brenda continued to make my Patti Cake writhe beneath her hot tongue – I ass fucked Brenda until I felt her quiver. Her legs were getting weak with the exertion of holding me up – then she collapsed – almost smothering poor Rachel in the process. When Brenda collapsed, my cock slipped from her anus with a loud 'plop' – so loud that Rachel giggled and, reaching up, began to stroke me – urging me to cum – stroking me while holding my mushroom cap at the entrance to her mouth – massaging my ball sac until finally she was rewarded with a couple of spurts of cum. *********************** After resting some, we cleaned up and dressed. I took Brenda and Rachel back to the adult store so they could get their car. I kissed them both goodbye and returned to the motel and my darling Patti Cake to get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow and both of us were anxious to get home – anxious to climb into bed – anxious to get that fuck that we had promised each other. Patti Cake Ch. 05 Sleep came hard that night. Knowing that we were finishing our trip – the anticipation was keeping both of us keyed up. Patti Cake tossed and turned all night – her skimpy nightdress rode up and was bunched around her waist. In the pale light coming in the tops of the windows, I could see her butt. She has such a nice round butt with full fleshy cheeks – firm and tight yet oh so soft to the touch. And they shone like white alabaster in the dim moonlight. I reached out a hand and squeezed one of them – eliciting a soft moan from Patti. Just knowing that, if I kept this up, she would turn to me and we would kiss and make love. Knowing that we would not be able to complete the act – knowing that we both promised to wait until we reached home. I turned back to my side of the bed – removing temptation from my sight and fought to go back to sleep. When I woke up, I was groggy. Ugh! What a horrible way to start the day. I turned on the coffee and stepped into the shower. It took one hell of a long shower this morning to wake me up. Not to mention that I had a piss hard on. So I did what every red blooded man does sooner or later – I peed in the shower – washing it down with copious volumes of soap. Then I decided to whack off. I was just about done when Patty pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped in. "I'll finish that for you, Daddy," she said, taking hold of my slippery hard cock and began stroking it. Four or five strokes later I began to cum – spurting cum all over the wall of the shower until my ball sac was empty. "Thank you, darling. I needed that." I said. "You're welcome." Leaving Patti in the shower, I dried off and poured a cup of coffee to cool off while I dressed which didn't take long – comfy T-shirt and running shorts – sandals without socks and I was ready to go. "Patti, I'm going over to the restaurant – come on over when you finish dressing and we'll have breakfast," I said. I entered and sat at one of the 'two person' booths. The waitress brought me a cup of coffee and a menu which I looked over while waiting on Patti Cake. We ordered and, after eating, went back to the motel room to pack. And there was Brenda and Rachel waiting for us. What a surprise this was. "Hi," I said. "Hello," they responded. "What's up with you girls?" I asked. "We thought we might take a vacation in a couple of weeks – like close up the store and go south to the gulf coast beaches. Any idea where we could go?" asked Brenda. "Depends. If you're looking for action at a nude beach – there's one around Panama City somewhere. For a real nice white sandy beach – you can't beat the Pensacola area. Which would you be looking for?" "One where you guys live," Rachel said. "Well – that's right to the point. So you girls want more of last night, huh?" "Yep!" "O.K. I'll write down our address and telephone number. Call before you come over – we could have company." Patti Cake looked at me and said, "Sandy?" I just shrugged and let it go at that. No sense letting Brenda and Rachel know everything. "Well – we've got to go open the shop," Brenda said. "Have a safe trip." "Thanks!" So with kisses and hugs all around, they left to open the shop – we entered the room to pack. Time to get on the road. ************************* This was day 4 of our trip. Normally it would have only been a 3 day drive to get home but, the late starts each day had made us later with our stopping each evening which, in turn, made us later in finding a good place to dine. Thus we were prevented an 'early to bed and early to rise' routine that could have shortened our trip considerably. Five and a half to six hours and we should be home. Time to stop for lunch along the way and cruise into the driveway somewhere around 3 p.m. My mind was wandering. Thoughts of what I would do when we arrived. Ah, but there were the normal things such as opening up the house to let it air out – turning the electricity and water back on – re-setting the thermostat to a lower temperature, etc. I had a housekeeper and a gardener but you can't always depend on someone else. I mean - there are certain things one has to do for oneself. But all this lay in the back reaches of my mind. I was more concerned with how Patti Cake and I would cohabitate than anything else. What would the neighbors think? True – I had bought a new place about a year ago and none of my present day neighbors had really known much about me or my family. To them – I was just a lonely bachelor with no relatives living nearby. When I moved in, I had thrown a small housewarming party and invited some of these same neighbors but – I had resisted their prying innuendos about family – friends – or bed partners. In fact, just to make them resist even learning much about me – I had made a somewhat ineffectual pass at one of the men. Having been thoroughly rebuked by him helped make my desire for anonymity easily reachable. Inwardly I laughed at the situation, but, at least, they left me alone to my own devices. I often wondered if I had made a mistake that would come back to haunt me. I shrugged it off – there were more important things in life than to cater to the small minds of prying people. I finally gave Patti Cake her turn at the wheel reminding her to stop for lunch and lay back in the passenger seat – to nap and dream – planning the afternoon when we arrived home. I woke to the sound of breaks squealing as Patti Cake did a 'hard break down' to exit the interstate. It was time to eat. During lunch, we discussed a few 'guidelines' – so to speak – to keep the neighbors at bay. They would be, naturally, curious to see me arrive with a beautiful young lady in tow. We decided that the best thing to do was for me to carry Patti Cake over the threshold as though she was a new bride. Those that were watching would be doing so with their mouth hanging open. Those who weren't would get the word by the neighborhood telegraph – the grapevine – the telephone. Or whatever else you wish to call it. Gossip has a way of preceding any speeding train. Hopefully the idiots would leave us alone for a few days, at least. This would give us plenty of time to work out a good story. I smiled to myself and Patty asked, "What?" "I was just thinking. If the neighbors are nosy when you show up – what will they think when Rachel and Brenda arrive?" We finished lunch and, after paying the tab, hit the road. I was in a hurry to get home. Patti Cake hadn't seen the place and, if I had my way, wouldn't see it for a couple of days. I planned to keep her occupied with no plans for sightseeing. Arriving, I unloaded the bags to the front door while Patti Cake stood by dutifully – as a new bride would – and watched. With a bemused smile, I might add. When the last bag had been placed on the front porch, I unlocked the door, swung it open wide and, reaching down, scooped Patti Cake up into my arms and very ceremoniously carried her inside. Sitting her down, I returned to the porch to carry the luggage inside. Ordinarily, I would have parked the van in the garage and taken the bags inside out of prying eyes, but I wanted to make a show of having a 'new bride' and let the gossip begin. Once inside, we left the bags gathered in the foyer and took care of opening up the house. Once finished, I grabbed Patti Cake's hand and, with a terse "Follow me" I dragged her into the back of the house to the Master Bedroom. I suppose I should describe the house somewhat. When I sold my previous house and bought this one I had been looking for expanse. This house had it all including the two acres of property that it sat on. There was a 12 foot wall that resembled those around a 'Gated Community' like there are in South Florida and on some of the Caribbean Islands – privacy was the key word. The house itself was about 3200 square feet with plenty of extra bedrooms (4, I think) and a family room/den where the big screen TV occupied one huge wall. Besides that, there was a dining room large enough to feed a small army; a large kitchen with a huge butcher's block table in the center; an exercise room; 4 smaller bathrooms and a video studio. The studio was equipped to record almost any type of action from any one of the numerous cameras I had throughout the house and on the grounds. The Master Bedroom was some 25 by 30 feet. Sitting in the middle was a king sized four poster bed with a canopy over the top. The rest of the furniture – dressers, chest of drawers, dressing chair, and armoire – was arranged around the room. The center of the North wall of the Master Bedroom held a doorway leading to the Master Bath. You entered a 12 foot walk-in closet – finally reaching the bath area. There was a HUGE garden tub in the middle of the bathroom – a hot tub along one wall as well as a sauna for 8 – a shower big enough for a football team along the wall adjacent to the sauna. Just outside the shower was a massage table where one could soothe aching muscles when needed. Cabinets along the wall where you entered held dozens of fat fluffy towels and other toilet necessities. The last wall, directly opposite the entry door, contained a triple sink vanity and a door. Behind this door was a spacious area where one did one's 'business' – in short, a toilet and a bidet. Big fluffy bathrooms hung from several hooks throughout the bathroom – just in case company was bashful. When Patti had a chance to catch her breath, she surveyed the Master Bedroom with the glee of a small child. "SO MUCH ROOM TO PLAY!" she said. Leaving Patti in the Master Bedroom, I stepped into the bathroom and began running the water in the garden tub – starting the hot tub as well. I returned to the Master Bedroom and began undressing Patti – kissing and licking every square inch of her skin as it was exposed until she was panting – breathing hard as though she had just ran a marathon. I wanted this time to be special and we both decided to forgo the act of 'consummating our marriage', as the saying goes, until a later. We had discussed it on this remaining leg of our journey and decided that we wanted to make the entire evening memorable. That meant a good dinner out on the town with a few drinks and/or a glass of wine or two and make it an early evening. I ushered Patti off to the garden tub while I went into the den and booted up my computer – checked my emails – paid some bills on line and then shut down. After calling my favorite French restaurant – Le Kir, for reservations, I went to see if Patti had enough time to soak. I undressed in the bedroom and headed to the bathroom. Patti's back was to me when I entered. I sneaked up behind her and put my hands over her eyes. "Close your eyes, love," I said. "KK" she replied. I entered the tub and drew her into my arms – kissing her as I did. Forcing my tongue between her pouty lips – French kissing her as she did me. Disentangling myself from her, I took the washcloth and began scrubbing her back while she purred like a kitten. Why does a woman always love to have her back rubbed (or scratched)? I don't know, but they do. Thoroughly scrubbed, we left the tub for the shower where we went through yet another round of 'touchy-feely' horseplay. Finally dressing, we left to go eat. Patti Cake Ch. 06 Le Kir was in an upscale part of town. Very few restaurants can compare to this little French restaurant. To begin with – they accepted reservations for two serving times per night. You could reserve a table for the 7:00 p.m. serving or the 9:00 p.m. serving. There were a total of 8 tables in the place with no more than 4 people per table. The idea was 'personal service' (something the French are famous for) and the menu consisted of 2 entrees of which you may select only one. There were no prices on the menu – all meals were priced based on serving two people. The bill for two people was $95.00 for the evening of wining and dining. Our reservations were for the 7:00 p.m. serving so that we would have the rest of the evening free. I had chosen Chateaubriand for two. The meal included new potatoes, English peas and a small salad plate. Desert was French vanilla ice cream with orange marmalade topping. Stuffed, we left Le Kir and drove back to the house. Patti Cake snuggled against my shoulder and dozed. It had been a long day. Her closeness started a stirring in my loins – especially when I thought of the pleasures of the evening ahead of us. This was the night. The night that Patti Cake and I consummated our union. The night that Patti would become a woman. We arrived and, after making sure the security gate and house was locked up, we settled on the big overstuffed couch in the den – brandy in hand and relaxed. There was no reason to rush into things and I wanted this night to be the most memorable of Patti's life. Patti took my glass and, with hers, set them on the coffee table. Leaning over me, she sought my mouth with her full soft lips – kissing me as she ran her tongue across my lips – tickling them. I opened my mouth and sucked her tongue inside and we kissed – a long passionate kiss. I moved to open her dress. Patti Cake had chosen a white chiffon wrap-around under which she wore nothing except a black thong. I thought back to the restaurant when she went to the ladies room – the thong was barely visible from the rear with nothing showing except a little black triangle under the white chiffon. Returning to the table – the bigger – more prominent black triangle that covered her treasures was visible. She had dressed for maximum effect – to create a stir. And it worked. Every head in the place watched her beautiful butt swaying as she walked across the room. As I undid her dress, Patti placed her mouth near my ear. Nibbling on my ear, she put her wet tongue inside and breathed, "Daddy. I've waited so long for this. That's right – take my dress off. Feel how hot my pussy is, Daddy." "Pull my thong aside and spread my pussy lips with your finger. Feel how moist and wet my cunt is. Feel how hard my little clit is getting – just thinking how your big cock will feel inside me. Ohhhhhhhh! Yessssssssssss!! Daddy, that feels soooooooo good." She was licking and nibbling on my ear – breathing heavily as I stroked her hard little clit. My cock was getting hard. "Daddy, please! Daddy, please fuck me! I'm so hot and I want your hard cock inside my virgin pussy – fuck me Daddy!" "I've waited so long, Daddy! I've wanted your cock for so long. I used to masturbate at night in the dorm – under the covers in secret – thinking about how you would split me apart with that huge cock of yours. Take me Daddy!!! Take your little girls cherry!!!" Rising up, I lifted Patti Cake and carried her into the bedroom, kicking off my loafers on the way. I deposited her on the bed and began undressing – ripping my shirt in the process. It seems I couldn't get undressed fast enough. "Let me help, Daddy." She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. Pulling my pants and shorts down and off, tossing them aside. As my cock sprang loose, Patti's mouth engulfed my mushroom cap and began gently sucking on it while bathing the sensitive underside with the tip of her tongue. My cock was purple and hard. The veins on my cock stood out as though the were about to burst. My ears were pounding with the blood of desire coursing through my body. Patti Cake began stroking my cock as she attempted to deep throat me – sucking hard – urging my cum from my ball sac. I pulled her off me before I could cum and forced her onto her back. Taking hold of her thong, I pulled it off her and threw it across the room. Opening Patti's legs, I leaned down and breathed softly on her wet pussy as I took in the view – inhaling the aroma of my darling daughter – licking gently on her swollen cunt lips as I opened her wings with my tongue – licking gently on her inner lips – flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue – then fucking her with it as I attempted to reach her little 'G' spot with my hard tongue. "Ohhhhhhh Daddy!!!!!!" "Ohhhhhhh GOD! What are you doing to me? I'm so hot, Daddy. Fuck Meeeeeeeeeeeee! Fuck me please!!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!" I licked her hot pussy – gently and slowly and driving her crazy with desire. Spreading her wings with my fingers, I eased one into her hot cunt – searching for that little fleshy pad – massaging it until her body began quivering with her first orgasm of the evening – the first of what would be many before the night was done. I crossed two fingers and pushed them inside her pussy – opening her up – preparing her for my huge cock as I licked and sucked on her clit – pushing and twisting my fingers inside her wet pussy – massaging her little pad. I could feel Patti's hymen – still intact – waiting on her Daddy to break it and make a woman of my darling daughter. Careful to not break her hymen, I continued fingering my darling's hot wet pussy as I brought her to another screaming orgasm. "Daddyyyyyyyyyy! Oh my god!!!!!!!! Daddy – fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Removing my fingers, I rose up on my knees. I grasped the base of my cock and began to stroke my cock head up and down her slit – opening up those swollen red pussy lips. I stroked it up and down – wetting my cock head with her juices – rubbing her clit – then her star shaped rosebud – opening up her swollen wings as I eased my cock inside her. "OH GOD!!!!!! How I've waited for this moment, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!!!!!" I eased my cock further inside until I reached her hymen. "Patti Cake – this is going to hurt some." "I know, Daddy. I've read about how it might and I'm ready. Fuck me, Daddy – take your daughter's cherry!! I want to feel your hard cock deep inside my pussy. Fuck me, Daddy – make me a woman. Fuck me and spurt your cum deep in my womb, Daddy. Give me your baby, Daddy. I want to have your baby!" I drew back and slammed my body hard against hers, feeling her hymen rip as she cried out. Then I rested for a moment. Letting my darling daughter get used to the size of my big cock. I had stopped at the mouth of her cervix without entering her womb. It wasn't long until Patti Cake began to move her hips – forcing me up as she began that little fucking motion with her hips – wanting me to continue fucking her. I began stroking my cock in and out of her – slowly and deliberately – wanting to savor the moment – as I dried her tears. I played her fine body with six or seven strokes before resting again – more to keep her passions inflamed than anything else. While resting there I began to 'pulse' my cock – flexing it inside her tight pussy – feeling her velvet sheath clasp and release my hard cock as my Patti Cake began another orgasm. "Daddyyyyyyyy!! Quit teasing me and fuck me!!!!!!! Please!!!!!!!" I began to move – stroking in and out of her moist pussy and she responded – meeting me stroke for stroke – slamming her hips against mine. In no more than 10 or 12 strokes I could feel my ball sac tighten. I was nearing my cum. My cock swelled even bigger as my cum churned up from deep inside my balls and began to flood Patti Cake's pussy with thick ropes of cum – bathing her pussy in my cum juice. My cum triggered yet another of Patti Cake's orgasms – her body quivering and shaking – trembling as though she were a thoroughbred colt – eyes squeezed shut tight – as she moaned her pleasure. "OH GOD, DADDY!!!!!!!!!! OH GOD, HOW THAT FEELS!!!!!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!" As Patti Cake's orgasm subsided, we rested – still coupled – savoring the aftermath of a good fuck – breath coming in gasps as though we had just run a mile – we kissed. Sucking each other's tongues – kissing each other on the throat and neck – nibbling ear lobes – just enjoying the feeling of each other. We drifted off to sleep – my tumescent cock still inside of my darling daughter. We woke several times in the night to repeat – kissing and stroking each other – Patti Cake would suck my cock to full hardness while I ate her juicy pussy – tasting the mixture of our combined juices – until Patti Cake was ready for me to enter her again. The last time we coupled – we took our time for a nice long leisurely fuck. Patti Cake came but my ball sac was running on empty. Then we drifted in and out of sleep the rest of the night – waking to caress and kiss – showing our love for each other. ************************ I was awakened by my housekeeper, Rosa, slapping Patti Cake on the ass with the greeting, "O.K. Baby Doll. Time to get dressed and go home." Thinking that Patti Cake was one of my 'sleep-ins' that I occasionally brought home for a roll in the hay. "Rosa," I said. "I want you to meet my wife, Patti Cake." I could tell by the surprise on Rosa's face – this was something she hadn't expected – for me to come home with a wife. The look on Rosa's face as much as said 'Now I'm no longer the ruler of this household'. Ever since I hired Rosa and her brother, Jose, she had pretty much taken charge of my life – making sure I ate right – making sure my household was in order and I had come to depend on her. Though I had never been able to get her into bed, she still pretty much ruled the roost – she wasn't afraid of anyone. I had stumbled upon Rosa and Jose when I went to a local employment agency to hire a housekeeper. The employment agency explained that they had a hard time placing her because she insisted that she and her brother be hired into the same household. He had worked as a gardener back home in Brazil. Rosa insisted that he was a good one. Getting Jose as a gardener and, sometimes, chauffeur was an added bonus. The working conditions and low pay had prompted them to move to the United States to find work so they could help support their family back home. Looking at Rosa, I could see that the situation needed explaining. First, I had to assure Rosa that she still ran the household. And Patti Cake would help her. In good time, Patti would take over some of Rosa's chores. After all, it was a very large house for one housekeeper. Patti Cake talked to Rosa about the 'slap on my butt' and told her that she wasn't offended by it. It's just one of those things that happen and she understood Rosa's protectiveness. After breakfast, Patti Cake and I lounged by the pool – soaking up some sun – diving into the pool to cool off – then back in the sun again. It was a rather lazy day. "Daddy?" Patti asked. "Have you ever gotten her in bed?" I was half asleep when she hit me with that one. "No. She doesn't seem taken with me. I got close to making a pass at her once – but the look in her eye told me to 'back off'. I haven't tried since." Rosa gave us a shout for lunch and, after eating, I informed Rosa that Patti Cake and I were kinda drowsy and were going to go have a 'nap'. Wink. Wink. Rosa knew what we were going to do but was discrete and stayed out of the way. Patti Cake and I sat on the bench in the sauna. The heat helped bring out our sunburn redness. While lying there, I poured some aloe lotion on Patti's back and rubbed it in – paying a lot of attention to her firm butt – working it in and smoothing lotion over her legs – working back up to Patti's crotch – pouring more onto her butt and letting it trickle down her crack – I rubbed some into her rosebud then, began to insinuate a finger inside – teasing her. My finger was in to the first knuckle when I began to saw it in and out of her butt – stretching her out. Then two fingers – spreading her anus until I thought it might be wide enough open for my cock. "Mmmmmmmmmm!!! Daddy, that feels soooooooooooooo good!!! Does Daddy want to fuck his baby girl's ass?" "I thought I might. My cock isn't hard enough yet." "Turn around here and let me help while you finger my ass. I can get your cock hard, Daddy." Patti began sucking on my cock as I continued sawing two – then three fingers in and out of her ass – spreading it to take my girth. Patti was leaking. Cunt juice pouring out of her pussy, coating my other hand as I played with her clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Daddy, fuck me please. Fuck your daughter, Daddy. I want to feel your big cock in my ass!!!" I shifted to straddle her legs – my cock was rock hard and ready – purple mushroom cap ready to spread her anal cavity. Stroking my cock – adding more lotion to it – I put my cock head at her entrance and pushed. Ever so slowly, my cock head began to enter her as Patti Cake pushed back at me. I began to fuck her – pushing hard and stroking back out of her until just my mushroom cap was buried inside her. "GOD, PATTI!!! YOU ARE SO TIGHT!!! Her sphincter muscle was gripping me – not allowing my cock to go any deeper. I only had 4 or so inches inside and could go no further. It was obvious that she needed more loosening. I withdrew my cock and she sat up. "Patti, darling. You are just too tight. We'll have to try this again some other time when I can get your anus loosened up. Let's go have a shower and go to the bedroom." "O.K. Daddy." As we showered, we took turns soaping each other. I let Patti soap me – and she did – paying a lot of attention to my hard cock and my swollen ball sac. Soaping my ass hole and sticking a finger inside – massaging my prostrate gland – then withdrawing. All the time, keeping me hard as could be. Then it was my turn to soap Patti. With a soapy washcloth, I rubbed around her tits, teasing her nipples – making them harden while her aureoles got all crinkly. Patti's aureoles are almost 2 inches in diameter with nipples about as big as a cherry tomato. I could just suck on these all night! I slid my soapy hand down her soft stomach to her mons and cupped it – spreading her cunt lips with my middle finger, I inserted it and began searching for her 'G' spot – finding it and massaging that little fleshy pad as Patti began moaning into my mouth. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked my tongue inside and began sucking it as though she were sucking my cock. The more I played with Patti's 'G' spot and her clit – the harder she sucked on my tongue. We rinsed off, still playing with each other. She keeping my cock hard – I kept her juicy pussy and her clit hard and ready. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down. Patti knew right away what I wanted. Kneeling before me, she opened her mouth and sucked my hard member inside – tonguing the sensitive underside of my cock as she massaged my ball sac – pressing forward; she forced my length down into her throat. GOD!!!!! Her throat bulging with my cock head looked so obscene. Drawing back then pressing forward again and again until her nose came into contact with my pubic hair – pressing forward and swallowing with the gag reflex of my huge cock inside her throat – swallowing more and more – massaging my cock – urging the semen from my cum laden balls – nipping and biting and sucking more. And I came. My darling daughter had be so hot that I couldn't stop myself from cumming deep into her throat. Pulling Patti off my cock, I embraced her as the hot water had turned to cold. Quickly, we finished rinsing off and left the shower – to dry off and go to bed. I was atop Patti – mouth buried in her cunt – licking and sucking her – bringing her to orgasm after orgasm when I felt it. I could hardly suppress the smile as I felt her mouth on my organ. Rosa. Rose had never joined in my love making sessions with the ladies I brought home. I rose up and looked down at her. Naked – brown skinned body with her pretty shaven cunt. Huge dark brown, almost black, aureoles with tiny little nipples hard as pencil erasers sitting on top. I tapped Rosa on her head and, when I got her attention, motioned her toward Patti's head. Nodding, Rosa moved up on the bed and, cradling Patti's head in her arms, kissed her – warm wet soft kisses – and Patti responded. Leaving them, embracing and kissing, I went to the kitchen to get a drink. I was just about worn out from the days exercise and then, to cum while in the shower – well – that takes a lot out of you. I figured Rosa was horny and needed relief and, obviously, the two of them hit it off just fine. Returning to the bedroom, they had changed positions. Rosa was now on top of Patti Cake in a '69' position. While Patti Cake licked and sucked on Rosa's pussy, Rosa was returning the favor along with a couple of fingers buried deep inside Patti's pussy. The scene was so hot that my cock began to rise. I stroked it some until I felt it was hard enough – then moved behind Rosa. Rubbing my cock head up and down her moist slit, I eased it inside and pressed home. When my crotch bottomed out on Rosa's sweet brown butt, I withdrew. Then plunged home again. Again and again, I withdrew until just my mushroom cap was inside Rosa and plunged home. I could feel Rosa quiver beneath me – her legs were trembling with the strain of trying to stay upright as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy was clasping and unclasping around my length as she orgasmed – drawing my cum up from my ball sac. I pulled out. Moving to Rosa's head, I lifted her chin and put my cock at her lips. Opening her lips, she drew my mushroom cap inside – sucking gently on me – urging me to cum. I couldn't hold out much longer but I wanted to cum in my Patti's pussy. Pulling out of her mouth – I placed my cock at Patti Cake's moist tunnel and slid inside. I stroked in and out of Patti Cake – feeling my ball sac tighten as my cum exploded out the end of my cock – deep inside my darling – baby making fluid to wash the insides of my baby's wet pussy. I looked up. Jose was standing behind Rosa – totally naked – stroking his huge cock as he took in the sight. Moving closer, he rubbed his cock head against Rosa's hot wet cunt. Sliding inside, he slammed his crotch against her ass as he drove that huge cock home. Like a rabid dog, he began pumping his cock in and out of Rosa's pussy as she screamed her pleasure. "FUCK ME, JOSE!!!! FUCK ME WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK OF YOURS!!! FUCK ME AND GIVE ME YOUR BABY!!!" Jose was pumping away – madly reaching that point of no return as he slammed his cock in then withdrew from Rosa's hot cunt – rapidly approaching his orgasm. With his eyes shut and a grimace on his face, I could see that Jose was cumming – filling Rosa's cunt with his cum juice. Both Rosa and Jose were small in stature. While Rosa had a cute little figure with modest sized tits – Jose, though slim, had an enormous cock. I mean – mine is big, being just short of 8" long but his was almost 11". But, where I lack length, I make up for it in bulk. My girth is a little over 2½" in diameter while Jose is more like 1¾". It was time for a meeting. We all dressed (or something closely resembling dress) and went into the den. "Jose," I said. "There are few things off limits here. Patti Cake is one of those. She and I want to have a baby and I want to be sure it is mine. So – if ever I catch the two of you fucking – I'm probably going to kill you. Understand? That's how strongly I feel about it." "Si Senor Jim," he replied. "English, Jose. If you're going to become an American citizen – English is the language you use. Understand?" Patti Cake Ch. 06 "S... Yes Sir," he caught himself. "I understand. Meanwhile, Rosa and I will make babies." "That isn't necessary, Jose. Lord knows – we don't need any more babies to take care of. Wear a rubber when you fuck Rosa and keep your cock in your pants around Patti Cake and we'll get along just fine." With that, Rosa and Jose left to go about their chores while Patti and I went back into the bedroom. We still hadn't had that nap.