17 comments/ 143627 views/ 71 favorites Take Care By: Missydotnet The last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, the pink and purple afterglow just barely illuminating the white washed walls of my bedroom. I took this as my cue to rest, though I still had mountains of boxes to unpack. Back at home. Home, what a foreign concept. This was my third night back in my father's house, after my latest failed attempt to leave the nest. For nearly two years I'd been repeating this pattern, high hopes of moving in with friends, getting out on my own, but then the reality hit me and Id panic, quit my job, pack back up, and cower like a kid at dad's place. It's pathetic. I caught my reflection in my mirror. Turned in profile I have all the right curves; at least I think so. I can still see the vestiges of the small, skinny girl I used to be, but I had come to accept my petite frame. My breasts have, finally, begun to fill out. They aren't huge, but they are firm and round. Long chocolate brown hair, nice smile, clear blue eyes. "Why can't a pretty girl like you hold on to a man?" I ask myself, slinking away from the mirror and crumbling on to my bed. I felt a lump form in the pit of my stomach, and work its way to my throat, remembering Dan, my most recent ex, who left me for my best friend. I had lost them both, really. Just a week ago now, I had come home from work and walked in on the two of them, screwing in our living room. I still can't shake the image of my boyfriend pumping in to that whore, and when he turned to look at me, that smug prick had the biggest smile on his face. I should have expected, you can't ever trust a man, but, still, my best friend. How could I forgive Amanda for this? We have been friends for years, both of us shipped off to that boarding school at the age of 11. She had gone because the Academy was where women in her family had always gone, for four generations. I went, funded by my mother's life insurance policy, because my father simply didn't know what else to do with me. The air in my bedroom is sticky, and the open window does little to relieve the heat. I willed myself to get up and turn on the small box fan, and double-check that my door was locked before beginning to strip off my sweaty clothes. The last time I'd been home, my poor father had walked in on me in various states of undress, both in my room and in the bathroom, half a dozen times. I really have to get myself in the habit of at least closing the doors all the way, let alone locking them. Perhaps it's the constant heat in Florida. I have never gotten used to it since moving back, and I hate the thought of closing off any circulation. I usually leave the door propped open, especially when I shower so the steam doesn't build up. The first time Daddy walked in on me, I just barely had enough warning to wrap a towel around myself. I'm sure he still saw everything, and I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye for almost a week. Dad never forgets to close doors. I never have a problem with it either, really, except here. Dad will be home from work soon. Like usual, he'll knock on my door to ask if I want any dinner, and we'll stumble through yet another silent meal. My father doesn't seem disappointed in me, just sad. As far as I know he doesn't have a girlfriend, not a lot of close friends at work, and now with his 19 year-old daughter coming and going from his house, disrupting his life every couple of months... "Poor dad," I whisper to myself, falling back in to my bed, curling in to the pillows and blankets. A young father, his wife dying so suddenly just a few years after they met, just a few years after I was born. He's all I've ever had, my father, and I feel like such a failure every time I have to come running back here. Every time I ruin my life and he has to take care of me. The stress and exhaustion of moving has caught up with me, and my body feels too heavy. Tossing and turning in the sheets, I let my mind wander, remembering Dan. He hurt me, yes, but I still miss him. Miss the way he held me at night, hands slithering across my thighs, pulling my legs apart, he was rough and demanding, but he always left me satisfied. I start to let my own hands drift, but it's so hot, and instead I drift off in to a fevered sleep. -- A cool breeze blew through the room. It was black except for the thinnest sliver of moonlight through the window. I could hear breathing, deep and even, behind me. Suddenly, rough hands gripped my arms from behind and forced me forward. Bent over the foot of the bed, those hands slowly worked their way to my hips, sliding over my torso and down around my belly. Calluses on the palms felt rough on my soft skin, and they held me just a bit too tight. Strong hands, strong arms... I felt so safe. The hands found my breasts, squeezing my warm flesh, pinching my nipples until they stood hard, and sore. My nipples have always been so sensitive, and I swear I could feel every nerve responding to my lover's touch. He pushed me further, resting his weight on my back. My breathing was muffled by the pillows, and he was so heavy, I felt like I was sinking in to the bed. I clawed at the mattress, desperate for air. Suddenly, he pulled back on my hair, and I gasped for breath. One arm was still under me, slowly rolling my nipples between his strong fingers. "So good," I moaned, "harder, please..." soft mewling noises rose up from my throat. My body was on fire. My pussy was aching. I slipped a hand beneath my hips and strummed my clit while he tugged on mytits, the little shock waves of pain rippling through my torso down to my pussy, already dripping wet. "You like it rough, baby?' His voice was a low growl. "You want it hard?" He grabbed my shoulders, flipping me to my back to face him. "Get on top." His face was so close, his crystal blue eyes flashed with hunger. He forced my thighs apart with his knee, and I saw his cock, huge and thick, pressed between us. "I know what you need, baby girl." I wanted him, all of him, I wanted his cock buried deep inside of me. Everything froze. My vision blurred. I fought to stay, but it felt like the world was fading, and suddenly he was out of reach. -- I woke with a start, tangled in my sheets. I felt for my lover beside me before I realized it had been a dream. The clock on the dresser said 11:30, I had slept right through dinner. I threw on a shirt and crept to my door. No lights were on in the hallway. I opened my door and peeked my head out. The house was silent. Dad must have gone to bed early. I walked down the hall to the kitchen, got a glass of water, and returned to my bedroom. My mind was reeling from the dream. So vivid. My body must have agreed. My nipples stood, clearly visible through my thin tshirt. My panties were soaked. I slipped them off and lay myself back down, closing my eyes to relive the fantasy. It must have been Daniel. I danced my fingertips across my stomach and tried to recapture the image. Those hands, calloused on the palms, holding me tight. Not aggressive, but firm. I wished for those hands to cup my breasts, kneading them. Daniel slowly rolling the little buds of my nipples between his fingertips, taking one gently in his lips. I caressed my own breast, the flesh soft and hot. I raked my nails across the mound, the little stings of pain heightened like all of my sensations. I drew tiny circles with my left forefinger over my clit, dipping slowly in to the wetness beneath, then back up. I traced my fingers over my tiny inner lips, plump with my arousal. I ventured closer to my center, just brushing the tiny opening. I called out, softly, little moans, remembering the deep voice from my dream. Get on top. So commanding. I slid just the tip of my middle finger in to my slippery pussy, still kneading my breasts with my right hand. I pinched my nipple, twisting, the electric shock running right through my body. I was burning up, panting with need. I was dripping wet. I slid my finger in further, every nerve ending responding. I fucked myself slowly, careful not to touch my clit. I felt my orgasm, so very, very close, edged on by my fingers, stroking the walls of my pussy, my juices seeping out on to the sheets. I needed to cum. I know what you need. His blue eyes fixed on me, spread open on the bed. A small voice in my head broke through my fantasy, "Daniel's eyes are brown." But I could see the man from my dream, his eyes were... and who's voice was... "Janine?" "Dad!" Shit. I opened my eyes to see my father standing in my doorway. The hall light was on behind him. I sat upright, my shirt still bunched up over my breasts. "Oh god, oh my god," I fumbled to cover myself, shot through with embarrassment. What was even the point, he had seen everything. "What the hell, Daddy, shut the door!" My father averted his eyes, leaning his body away from my door and against the wall in the hallway. I could see him now in profile, shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling quickly, like he was out of breath. "I'm... I'm sorry baby, I thought I heard... someone out here... I wasn't..." "I'm sorry, Daddy, I can't believe I forgot to shut the damn door again," I mumbled in to my hands, too mortified to look him in the eye. I kept my gaze down, and I saw he wasn't wearing pajamas at all, just his boxers. And I thought I saw... no, no, there was just no way my father had an erection right now. My body was still burning, there was no way I was thinking clearly. "No, you did... I..." Dad squeezed his fists together, trying to say something that wasn't coming out. "I opened it, I didn't see you at dinner and I wanted to make sure you were all right. I heard you get up, I'm sorry hun," he rushed through his words, and pushed off from the wall, "I'm just going back to bed, we'll talk in the morning." "No, Daddy, wait..." I pulled away the blankets, nearly tumbling from the bed as I tried to reach him, "I want... I need to talk to you now." I followed him down the hall to his bedroom, remembering too late I had no panties on, just my long tshirt, covering me just to the middle of my thighs. He turned to face me, blocking the door, and our eyes locked. At 6'2", Daddy was nearly a foot taller than me, and big. Years of labor had left him well muscled arms, calloused hands. He stood tall, shoulders back, and looked out at the world through icy blue eyes. The eyes from my dream. My knees locked. My dad... I'd been dreaming about fucking my dad. My legs trembled, I felt like I might faint. Daddy caught me, gripping my uppers arms as I struggled to stand. "Let's get you back to bed, Janine, come on..." "No," I said, both to myself and to him, "No, Daddy, I want to talk to you. Why did you open my door, Daddy?" I began to piece it all together. "You're not some dumb little boy, you're a grown man. You knew what those sounds were, you knew what I was doing." Daddy loosened his grip on my arms, stepping back away from me. His eyes opened wide, his jaw slack. "And those other times, when I was dressing, when I was in the shower, you opened the door then, too, didn't you?" "Janine, I would never..." he began, looking at the floor, walking backwards away from me. "You're my daughter, that's crazy. That's insane." He shook him head, like he was talking to himself, convincing himself that yes, it was crazy, walking in again and again, peeking in on his daughter, his own flesh and blood, it was wrong. It was crazy. Daddy sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, "That's wrong, Janine." "I'm not wrong, dad. Don't lie to me." I followed him, crawling next to him on the bed. I reached out, placing a hand on his cheek, and turned his face to me, "What's wrong, Daddy?" Daddy's eyes narrowed, his face looked pained. At first he just stared, but, finally, he took a deep breath, relaxing his shoulders, giving in. "You're right, baby, all those times you caught me, and others when you haven't, I've been watching you. I'm so, so sorry Janine. I've tried to stop, tried to control myself, but baby, it's so hard. You're a woman now, so beautiful, so much like your mother..." he paused, catching his breath. "So much like your mother. When you're here, it's like she's back. Like I can have you both, my little girl back at home, and my beautiful wife. It's.... it's been so hard, hun, with her gone. You're all I have left..." Daddy stopped, shaking his head, "No, baby, no, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't think of you... that way..." My mind reeled. My father had been spying on me, watching me undress, peeking through doorway at my naked body, lusting after me. He'd seen me, just moments ago, fucking myself on my bed. Had he been touching himself, too? Jacking his hard cock through his boxers while he watched his daughter finger her pussy? The thought was too surreal. And how could I tell him, that there, in my bedroom, without really knowing it, I'd been lusting after him too? Rubbing my clit and thinking of my Daddy. I'd been on edge all night, I never got a chance to cum, and now, in the heat and confusion, every emotion running high, I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs. I was so wet, I was so ready. "Daddy, Daddy, it's okay. It's all right Daddy." I slid towards him, pressing my torso against his, "I know you'd never hurt me." "I promised your mother I'd always take care of you, that you'd never be alone. I sent you to that school because I wanted to give you the best, but now I just have no idea how to treat you like a father should, now I've been having these horrible thoughts..." He was making excuses, like he'd been trying to justify to himself his desires. He knew how to be a father, he had always been a wonderful father, but perhaps now we just needed to me more for each other... "Daddy, you've always taken care of me. Mommy would be proud. She wouldn't want you to deny yourself, would want either of us to deny ourselves, a chance to be happy. She'd want you to be happy. She'd want me to take care of you, too." Too bold, too hot, I didn't care. I let my hand rest on Daddy's knee, slowly worked my way up, "Let me take care of you," My fingers met their target, Daddy's cock beneath his boxers, already stiff and pulsing. I rubbed him through the cotton, leaning my head on Daddy's shoulder, whispering to him, "I was thinking of you too, Daddy. You're the only one, the only man I can trust, you're everything to me. We don't need anyone else..." He groaned as I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts, and felt his flesh for the first time. Daddy's dick was so thick, I could barely wrap my tiny hand around him. He turned his face to mine, and we kissed. The tip of his tongue pressing past my lips, invading my mouth, and I opened for him, letting him explore my mouth while I worked my fist up and down his hard shaft. One of Daddy's hands rested on my waist, groping me through my tshirt. He cupped my breasts, already so alert and sensitive. My whole body trembled. I gasped, "Daddy, yes, Daddy, play with my tits, oh god, so good Daddy..." My father leaned in to me, and I lost my grip on his cock as Daddy rolled me over on to my back. In one swift movement he was on top of me, he mouth on my neck, nipping at me, panting as his hands searched for the hem of my shirt. His hands cupped the round cheeks of my ass, lifting me up, pulling my shirt above my head. And just like that I was naked, spread open before my father, writhing and moaning like a wanton whore. "Oh my god, so beautiful baby, you're so perfect baby girl," Daddy's lips moved to my breasts, kissing and biting at my nipples, pinching the little nubs and sucking harder when I shrieked with pleasure, "Yes, more Daddy, please." "Yes, baby, Daddy's watched you touch yourself at night, I've seen you play with your breasts. Your perfect round tits. I wanted so much to rush in, to suck on them, to feel your soft skin in my hands, baby. And I've watched you rub your pussy, baby girl, I've seen the way you tease yourself. Daddy wants to touch you..." His hands moved slowly over my stomach, reaching down over my smooth mound, and I felt a finger dip between my shaved bare lips. I was soaking, dripping wet, "Daddy, please, I'm so wet, your baby girl is so hot, please..." My father stopped, his body so close to me, his weight pressing me down, his hand between my legs, his fingers already coated in my juices. "Janine, are you sure? Are you positive? We can stop, baby," I cut him off, "I'm sure, Daddy. I want this, I want you. I trust you. We need this, we need each other." I loved him, more in that moment than I ever had before. I had never felt so wanted, so desired, and so safe. And I needed to cum, I craved it, I needed any release, "Please Daddy, I know you'll take care of me. I love you so much, Daddy." "I love you, baby," Daddy said, just as he slid a finger, then another, in to my tight cunt, plunging them in again and again, "Daddy loves his baby girl, his hot little girl," my whole body rocked with the force of his fingers fucking me, "Daddy needs to taste you," he said as he moved between my legs, his tongue lapping at my clit as his fingers kept stretching me open. "Yes, Daddy, suck my clit, please Daddy, make me cum for you!" I screamed, completely at his mercy. Daddy's fingers fucking my hungry pussy, his mouth sucking and licking and worshipping my clit, I came immediately, flooding my father's mouth. The wave of my orgasm crashed over me, and I ground myself on my father's fingers begging for more. "Please Daddy, I want to feel you inside of me, please papa, please fuck me. I need it, I need your cock in me, please, fuck your little girl, Daddy." He stood, reluctantly pulling away from me, his face and neck wet from me. He was silent as he took me in, panting and pleading on his bed. His daughter, his baby, willing, begging to be his lover. In his eyes there was a lust, a hunger I'd never seen before. He needed me. I was my father's whole world in that moment, and I was ready to give him whatever he desired. Daddy's boxers slid to the floor, and I could see clearly for the first time my father's cock, long and so thick, harder than steel. He knelt between my legs, rubbing the smooth head against my slit, aiming right for my center. "Are you sure, baby?" He asked, gently, rhythmically stroking my clit, down my lips, up again, pressing forward just slightly, his massive shaft waiting sink in to me. I couldn't wait any longer, I needed him, wanted my Daddy to fuck me, wanted my Daddy's cock inside of me, "Yes, Daddy." The bulbous head stretched me open, my Daddy plunging in to me, bottoming out inside my cunt in one swift thrust. He roared as he slid in to me, my tight pussy squeezing every inch of him. Impossibly deep, my Daddy's prick stretched me to my limit, and still I wanted more. "God, Daddy, yes, so big, you're so fucking big Daddy, my Daddy's big cock stretching me open, fuck me Daddy, please, please, fuck me hard!" He held my legs wide apart and thrust over and over, slamming in to his baby, his hard throbbing cock buried inside of his little girl. "Rub your clit, baby, I want to watch you, Daddy wants to see you tease yourself. Cum while Daddy's inside you, love, I want to feel you cum on your Daddy's hard dick." He was an animal, forcing his way through me each time. I could feel every inch of him squeezed inside of me, feel each tiny movement as he moved through my aching pussy. I had to cum, had to cum for my Daddy. As soon as my fingers touched my clit, I felt every nerve in my body fire at once. I seized up, gasping for air as my father continued to fuck me, pistoning in and out of my tiny cunt. I came hard, screaming for him, "Daddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming for you Daddy, oh god, papa, I'm cumming with you inside of me, can you feel it? Can you feel your little girl cum for you, around your hard cock, fuck me Daddy, cum for me Daddy, cum inside your baby girl," Take Care of Me Ch. 01 This story involves incest, but not in the first chapter. ------------------------------------------------- I was very happy when I was married the second time. My first marriage had been a disaster but the second marriage was everything that I always expected to have if I ever happened upon "the right one." And my second wife had been the right one. My first marriage lasted 15 years. I thought she was the right one -- obviously, or I would not have married her. Unfortunately, I ignored the warning signs when we were dating. There were clues, omens, glimpses into the future that I blindly refused to see. After a few years of something less than connubial bliss, and a few months of marriage counseling, I learned that "the right one" had borderline personality disorder. If you don't know anything about borderline personality disorder, you are quite lucky. Women with this disorder have frequent and prolonged states of aversive tension. They have frequent and sudden changes between anger, anxiety, and depression. They very often have destructive or self-destructive feelings, they have a weak sense of identity, and they perceive themselves as victims. In their perception, everything that happens in their life is caused by someone else and they take no responsibility for the chaos that surrounds them. You don't want to be married to a borderline personality. However, very intelligent women with borderline personality can sometimes mask their symptoms for long periods of time and that is what Number One did to me. After the divorce, I was apprehensive about getting into another long-term relationship. Still, I was too young to commit myself to a life of celibacy, I have never solicited or used the services of a prostitute, and masturbation is a very poor substitute for physical intimacy with a woman. I started using a few internet dating sites and learned how easy it was to find women who were available and not obviously defective. After one or two weeks of exchanging emails and a few phone calls, I always suggested that the new prospect meet me at a restaurant for dinner. If there was no chemistry, we went our separate ways after dinner. When that happened, I had spent about $50 but had saved myself from the necessity of dealing with a potentially awkward situation. When the chemistry seemed to be present, I suggested a second date the following weekend and things progressed from there. I was surprised at how ready these women were for a sexual encounter. Usually, by the third date, I was in her bed, either getting my dick sucked or pounding her pussy as hard as I could. A few of the women were relatively uninhibited and were not bashful about telling me what they wanted me to do to their bodies. Usually, they wanted me to lick their clit, which I was always happy to do. One of them had to have sex in three positions before she could cum -- missionary, woman on top, then doggy style. One of them couldn't cum without a vibrator parked on her clit for fifteen minutes. One very beautiful girl, who was a few years younger than me, took me in her bedroom, quickly removed her clothes, got in the doggy position with her butt up in the air, and asked me to fuck her in the ass. I was always happy to oblige. I had some good times with these women but it never got too serious. I tried to date women who lived 50-75 miles away from me, so that it wouldn't be convenient to see them during the week. If she had kids at home, I never went to her house unless the kids were spending the night somewhere else. I made a point of telling them, during the initial 'getting to know you' phase, that I had been badly burned in my marriage and never intended to do that again. When I sensed that they were developing some attachment, I started suggesting dates every other weekend instead of weekly encounters. And, if I sensed that none of these tricks were working, I simply told them that I wasn't ready for a long term relationship and I wanted to break up before anyone got too involved. This pattern continued for about two years. I was certainly getting my needs satisfied and I was not trying to hurt or take advantage of anyone else in the process. I was content and thought that this formula was right for me. All of this went out the door when I met Laura. Laura was 34 years old (and I was 42,) about 5'4", 120 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, and 34B tits. (I am not obsessed with big tits and, in fact, prefer women who are not flat-chested but who have small boobs. I am very happy with 34A or 34B tits.) Laura had not been a cheerleader in high school but she looked like she could have been. She had a very cute face; she looked pure and wholesome, not glamorous or worldly. I thought she looked like a blonde Hillary Duff. Laura was an ER nurse and she earned a good income so I know that she wasn't looking for someone to take care of her. Like me, she had been married previously and he must have been a real idiot, because he had been cheating on her for several years. When she discovered it, she divorced him very quickly. She got primary custody of their one child -- Elizabeth -- and the father/sperm donor left town and abandoned his child. Elizabeth was 11 years old when Laura and I started dating. Obviously, Elizabeth was never spending the night with her father but she did spend weekends with her maternal grandparents. Initially, I maintained all the rules designed to avoid long-term relationships, but after a few months, I knew that things were different with Laura and I abandoned all the rules. One thing that was different was that Laura wasn't real quick to jump into a sexual relationship. This was frustrating, initially, but I eventually came to respect her approach. She told me that she had only had two sexual partners in her entire lifetime and she never wanted to think of herself as promiscuous. She did promise me that she wasn't waiting to have a ring on her finger before she would have sex but, on the other hand, she also did not subscribe to the three date rule. She acknowledged that she understood sexual needs, as she actually had a strong sex drive and masturbated almost every day. If I got too horny, she explained, she could take care of my needs without having vaginal intercourse. By our fifth or sixth date, we were feeling comfortable with each other. She would kiss me like she was on fire with passion and she let me feel her boobs through her clothes. She wouldn't let me put my hands near her panties or under her blouse. She understood that I was just really feeling horny. Finally, she told me to stop what I was doing and she said that if I followed her orders, she would 'take care of me.' "I'm horny, too, but it's just too soon for us to be 'doing it.' I can do something that will take care of you and me, but I don't trust you to exercise that much self-control, so I have to ask you: how much do you trust me?" "I trust you absolutely," I replied. "Good, because I'm gonna tie you up so you don't do anything bad," she answered. She left the room for a minute and returned with a roll of duct tape and a bottle of KY. She instructed me to sit in a dining room armchair and get comfortable. She taped each of my arms to the arms of the chair with 6 to 8 wraps of the duct tape. "Hey, you're not the only one here that I don't trust . . .. Now that you can't touch me, I'm gonna show you what you've obviously been wanting to see." She stood in front of me and began a very seductive strip tease. "When I masturbate, I play with my nipples a lot," she said as she began to rub her boobs through her blouse. "Would you like to see my nipples?" she asked in her little-girl voice. "Hell, yeah, I wanna see them and I wanna lick on them." "No, you can't touch, and that includes your hands and your tongue, but I'll let you see." She got another dining room armchair and placed it directly in front of me so that she could sit facing me. She spread her legs and put them up on the arms of the chair so that I had a good view of her panties. "Do you like looking at my panties?" she asked so coyly. "You're such a fucking tease. You know I wanna fuck you 'til you beg me to stop!" I declared. "Do you wanna see what's in my panties?" she continued in lolita fashion. "I wanna see every square inch of your body," I said in an almost demanding voice. She stood and turned so that her back was towards me. I could tell that she was unbuttoning her blouse and it was soon hanging from her shoulders but I still couldn't see anything. She reached to the side and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it over her hips and it fell to the floor. She was wearing a white thong that disappeared in the crack of her behind. Her butt was cute. It was small, almost like an adolescent's rear end, and her cheeks looked firm with no hint of cellulite. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. "Baby, you're beautiful. Please . . . turn around and let me see all of you!" She slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and it, too fell to the floor. She stood before me in only her underwear and, to me, she looked like a goddess. She obviously was not a virgin but she had a look of innocence and simplicity that would appeal to any man. She slowly turned to face me. Her beauty was overwhelming and I was literally breathless. By now my dick was as hard as Chinese arithmetic and I wanted nothing more than to be set free so I could touch and lick and fuck every hole on her body. "Before I take off my bra, I need to tell you that I'm a bit self-conscious about my boobs. My husband always said they were too small and he wanted me to have a boob job but you can see that I refused. My boobs are so small that I just feel like a girl instead of a woman. So . . . I hope these will be okay for you." As she spoke the last words, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She held it to her chest as she removed her arms from the straps. When she was ready to let it fall away, she looked at me with the most pitiful expression and said, "Please don't laugh." When her bra dropped away, I was looking at a perfect pair of 34B tits. They were absolutely symmetrical and they were perfect. Small boobs tend to not sag and her boobs were . . . perky. I know that is an overused word but it is the perfect word to describe her boobs. They were firm and stood proud. They were about the size of small oranges and she had areolae about the size of quarters. Her nipples were hard and stood about a half-inch when erect. When I glanced down at her thong, I saw that the fabric in the crotch was clinging to her pussy lips and she must be one of those women who shave their pubes, because the outline of her pussy lips was very obvious. I could also see the beginning of a damp spot. "Laugh!" I exclaimed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Those boobs are perfect. Bring them over here and I'll suck on them all night long." She smiled. She looked at my crotch and she knew that my dick wasn't telling any lies. I was extremely aroused looking at her partially nude body. "No, no, no," she responded, "remember I said no touching. At least, you can't touch me . . . but maybe I can touch a little bit. Would you like that?" "Oh, yeah," I said. "When my nipples get hard like this, they're very sensitive," she explained as she began rubbing her left nipple with her right index finger. "I actually had an orgasm once just from touching my nipples." She switched and placed her left index finger on her nipple and continued rubbing it in circular motions. "But I usually need to touch down here, too," she said as her right hand disappeared behind the silk of her thong. I could see her hand moving up and down and I knew that she was rubbing her clit. "Little Miss Clitty is pretty sensitive, too. It usually doesn't take too much for me to have an orgasm." She continued rubbing her clit as she massaged her entire left boob with her hand. "Pretty soon, I'll let you do this for me, but for now . . . I guess I could let you see," she said. She pulled her right hand out of her thong and pushed it down her legs until it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and picked it up, dropping it in my lap. Her pussy looked very young. There were no pubic hairs visible and her inner lips were truly inner lips; all that was visible was her two outer lips coming together to form a simple slit. As soon as I saw it, I wanted to have my dick in it. "Sometimes, I put my finger inside myself, like this," she explained as her right middle finger entered her slit and went to her G-spot. "When I touch that place inside me, I get SO turned on . . .." She began whimpering and then moaning, quietly at first but she got louder as she approached her climax. "A friend of mine said that some guys get turned on watching a woman masturbate and I guess she was right. Would you like to see it from another angle?" She turned so that her back was towards me and then she bent over and placed her left hand in the seat of her chair, for support. She spread her legs apart so that I could see her finger thrusting in and out of her wet pussy and she was close enough that I could hear the sound of her lips parting and coming back together. I could also see the pucker of her tiny crinkled hole. Again, there was no sign of any hair anywhere and I guessed that she had shaved earlier in the day in anticipation of doing this to me, and for me, when we were alone at her place. Having had some experiences with anal sex, I was really turned on by the sight but I wasn't sure that Laura realized what she was showing me. "Are you looking at my pussy or at my ass?" she asked. That answered my first question. "Both," I honestly replied. "Usually, a girl doesn't let you see her honeyhole unless she's open to having it explored in some way, but I don't know if that's what you're trying to tell me." "Well," she answered, "there isn't any exploring tonight, but my friend told me that a lot of guys get turned on seeing a girl's back door. And, I'm guessing that you're one of those guys, too." "Well, yeah, I love every square inch of your body. I can't wait to get my hands on it." "I've never had anal sex," she said, "but I might let you be the one to take my virginity, eventually." By now, her moaning had intensified and her body looked like it wouldn't last much longer. "Oh, I'm so close, I'm so horny, I need it so bad . . .. I'm . . . cumming!" She didn't stop sliding her finger in and out of her pussy. I saw her sphincter tighten and relax as each wave of her orgasm hit her. "Oh, fuck, I want your dick in me!" After seven or eight waves, her orgasm began to subside. She removed her finger from her wet cunt and stood upright. She turned around and faced me. She held her finger below my nose and I was intoxicated by the scent of her arousal. She then lowered her finger to my lips and I quickly opened my mouth to capture the nectar of her female fruit. I loved the sweet taste of her pussy and knew that I would enjoy having my tongue explore the innocent folds of her female flesh. She then picked up her thong and placed the crotch at my nose. "If you don't take care of me soon, I'm gonna bust this duct tape and fuck you hard," I demanded. "Would you like a hand job or a blow job?" she asked, apparently as a last attempt at teasing me. She got down on her knees and pulled my pants and boxers down, then brought her face to my crotch. I was so horny and so aroused that I didn't last very long once I was in her mouth. Within about ten seconds, I warned her that I was getting ready to cum. She looked up at me, smiled, and just kept licking on my dick. When I came, I felt like the end of my dick had exploded. My cum shot out of my dick like it was jet propelled. I can't remember ever being that fucking horny and needing to cum that badly. Laura swallowed every drop. "You taste yummy," she said with a smile. She stood and left the room, returning a minute later with a warm, wet wash cloth which she used to clean my meat. She then got dressed before she unwrapped the duct tape from my arms. "Soon, you'll be cumming inside me and spending the night and then you can fuck me again in the morning . . . if you want," she offered. "Oh . . . I want, alright. I really want," I admitted. "You're the sexiest woman on the planet and I want a whole lot more of you!" Take Care of Me Ch. 02 I was blown away by how my cute little nurse Laura has turned into an absolutely sexual monster when she tied me up. I had never cum so hard in my life and that was from a blow job. Just imagine how hot it would be to fuck her tight little pussy! The following weekend, she repeated the offer of tying me up and putting on a show. It was just as hot as before and it culminated with her letting me cum in her mouth while her right index finger played with my asshole. "I wanna fuck you more than anything else in the world!" I said to her with a frustrated tone in my voice. "I want you, too," she replied, "more than anything in the world. I want to feel your dick in my pussy and I wanna have your cum inside me when I go to sleep. I want us to spoon together while we go to sleep and I wanna feel your dick sticking between my buns . . . but I wanna know that you want me for more than just sex." "Honey, if I was just looking for sex, there are three other girls I could call who would gladly come take care of me. But I didn't ask them for a date this weekend; I asked you. I'm so comfortable with you, I don't want this to end. If I've gotta wait, I'll wait . . . but please don't make it be much longer!" "Next weekend," she promised. "Next Friday night, when I ring that doorbell, you'd better come to the door with a mattress strapped to your back!" I joked with her. She thought for a minute and responded, "Okay, but next Friday night, you'd better be the first one who rings that doorbell!" * * * This story really isn't supposed to be all about Laura and me, but you should know that the relationship with Laura wasn't purely sexual. It was much, much more than that. Laura was fun, bright, animated, cheerful, and I always felt good when I was near her -- even if we weren't having sex. But the sex was definitely a hot part of the relationship . . . and it was really hot. The following Friday finally arrived and she telephoned me in the afternoon. "I haven't forgotten my promise and I do intend to honor it, but I am not coming to the front door with a mattress strapped to my back. I'd like to go to dinner and a movie afterwards and then, when we come home, you can spend the night . . . and you won't be tied up. You can have me to do whatever you want to my body." Her tone of voice sounded slightly indignant. "Laura," I said, "you shouldn't sound so serious. I would take you out tonight if you hadn't promised me anything afterwards and, for your information, I've never felt so comfortable with anyone in my life. Hey, this isn't just about getting laid. As long as you want me, I'm not going anywhere!" "Well," she said with a sigh of relief, "I'm glad to hear that because I feel the same way. Be over here at 7 p.m. and we'll order a pizza and stay in." I was at her house at 7 o'clock sharp. The pizza arrived about 10 minutes after I got there. We had a rum and coke with the pizza. Dinner was done by 7:30 p.m. and at 7:31 p.m., we were in her bedroom tearing our clothes off and jumping into bed. I sucked her nipples and fingered her clit until she came and then I licked on her clit and she came again. Finally, I heard what I had been waiting to hear. "Holy cow, that was good," she uttered as she tried to catch her breath. "Now, get up here and fuck my pussy, you horny bastard!" I needed no further encouragement and I climbed up in bed until I was looking in her eyes and I felt my dick bumping into her pussy. She reached down between us and guided me into her wet hole. Her pussy was so tight I thought I might have entered her ass. I plunged in as far as I could and came to rest with her nipples against my chest and my lips touching hers. "I wanna cum in you so bad!" I said. "Your pussy's so tight you feel like a teenager." "Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me hard 'til we both cum!" she demanded. I began to thrust in and out of her and, as I did, I felt her hard nipples rubbing against my chest. She had already cum twice and it didn't take long before her breathing was ragged and irregular. She was moaning with an urgent longing that had assumed control of her body. At this point, there was nothing prim and proper about my little nurse with the little tits and the cute little ass. "Oh, I'm so close," she declared. "Cum in me, cum with me!" Her eyes closed tightly and she uttered "oh, yeah," as I felt her pussy began to have spasms. As soon as I felt her pussy contracting around my dick, I lost it and began to shoot my cum into her. "You're so tight!" I said as my body pushed the last few drops of sperm juice into her wet cunt. After a few moments, I asked, "Uh, I should have said something earlier, but . . . are you on birth control pills?" "No," she responded. The glow of her post-orgasmic state started to leave her face and it was replaced with a look of sadness. "What's wrong?" I asked as I saw a tear rolling down her face. I rolled off of her and was lying beside her in bed. "That felt wonderful but you probably won't want me when I explain. I know I've got little boobs and that's bad enough, but . . . I had some problems 6 or 7 years ago and I had to have a hysterectomy. I don't have to worry about birth control pills because I can't have any more children. I'd love to have your baby . . . but I can't. You deserve to have children of your own, so . . . you don't have to spend the night." She started crying like her insides had been ripped out and I had never before felt so driven to protect someone. I put both of my arms around her and hugged her tight. "I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you and that feeling goes way beyond our sexual relationship. I heard what you said about babies and I still want you just as much. I'm a little bit old to be starting a family and I was actually hoping that you might be content with the one child you already have. And, as for your little titties . . . I really don't like huge, floppy old tits that make a woman look like a milk cow. I get turned on by small tits and . . . I absolutely love your little titties. I hope I'll have the opportunity to suck on them every night for the rest of my life." "I'm sorry you feel so devastated about not having any more babies," I continued, "but, if you're ready to be a part of my life, I'm ready to be a part of yours. If there's a loss in your life, it's a loss we'll face together . . . if you allow me to be a part of your life." "I love you, Dan. You've made me the happiest woman in the world, tonight . . . and I'm not just talking about the sex, either . . . but I will have to say that was pretty hot! And . . . I do love you. I know we haven't been together very long but I've fallen head-over-heels in love with you and you've got me as long as you want me." "I was afraid you'd think I was crazy falling for you the way I have, but . . . I don't want this to end . . . not ever!" I answered. I then put my finger to her lips, indicating that we didn't need to say anything else. We made love three more times that night. I fell asleep with us spooning, my right hand on her cute little boobies and my dick between her buns. I knew I was holding the woman who would make me happy the rest of my life. * * * I didn't leave Laura's house that weekend. That Sunday night, Laura said that she didn't want me to go . . . so I didn't. When her daughter returned home Monday after school, Laura had a talk with her about having a new roommate who would be sharing the bedroom with Mommy. Elizabeth didn't have a daddy who wanted to be part of her life and it was a void that needed to be filled. She and I began spending time together on homework, cooking breakfast together on the weekends, watching a few TV shows together, and occasionally going out to dinner together when Mommy had to work late. Before long, Elizabeth and I were bonding and I was feeling like a father. Four months after we started dating, I proposed to Laura and she accepted. We planned a big wedding -- even though we had both been married previously -- because we believed that our relationship was really something very special that deserved to be celebrated. Laura took about six months to plan the wedding and it was a spectacular affair. We had a honeymoon in the mountains while Laura's parents watched Elizabeth. After a week of absolute uninterrupted bliss, we returned home and began life as Mr. and Mrs. Wilkerson. The next few years flew by. Laura never changed. She was just as beautiful as the first day I met her. She was always pleasant to be with, optimistic, extroverted, caring, loving. She was a spectacular mother to Elizabeth and a wonderful wife to me. Sexually, there was nothing that she wouldn't do to please me and I cannot think of anything that we didn't try at least once. Our sexual relationship was stronger and as satisfying as it could possibly be. I had taken her anal virginity before we got married but we continued to explore back door mating periodically. She enjoyed tying me up and playing with my body. I loved watching her masturbate with her fingers or with a toy as she plunged into the throes of her self-induced orgasms. I licked food off of her body. We never considered having a third person join us in bed because neither of us felt that we wanted or needed it, but we did visit a naturist resort once. Seeing all the men ogling my beautiful and naked wife was a definite turn-on for me. We had sex in a mountain forest and we had sex on a beach. Of course, we regularly engaged in oral sex, sometimes mutual oral sex, and a few times we experimented with anilingus. We tried a bit of role playing. She asked me to pretend to be an intruder who assaults her; weird, I thought, but if it turns her on . . . I'll do it. I asked her to pretend to be my submissive French maid who would do whatever I told her to do. In that role, I told her to bend over so I could fuck her in the ass; I also asked her to do a strip and to then impale herself anally on a vibrator while she licked my ass and gave me a hand job. I came on her tits, I came in her hands, I came in her mouth, I came on her face, I came in her pussy, I came in her ass, I came everywhere that a guy could cum. She came from me fingering her clit, she came from me sucking her nipples, she came from me fingering her G-spot, she came from me fingering her ass. We had a lot of sex. After three years of marriage, we talked about me adopting Elizabeth. We started the procedure and learned that we had to either locate her father and get his consent or prove abandonment. We did locate him and he promptly objected. I don't think he really cared but he figured that we would pay him to consent. In fact, we talked about that . . . and we were getting ready to make an offer. Around this same time, Laura had received a promotion and she was going to be the charge nurse for the general med/surg unit. However, her promotion would not become effective for 30 days. In the meanwhile, she continued working in the ER and she was called in to work a midnight shift one Friday night. I was bummed out about it but figured there was nothing I could do but accept it gracefully. I told her that Elizabeth and I would take care of ourselves but I would definitely need her to take care of me when she came home Saturday morning. The ER had received a shooting victim who was in serious condition. "Big Willy" was a gang member who had been in the middle of a turf war with a rival gang. One of the rival gang members had been killed. Of course, Laura's ER patient had several uniformed police officers guarding him, but . . . the rival gang wanted revenge. They sent five members to the ER with nine semi-automatic weapons dedicated to killing Big Willy. They didn't intend to let anything get in their way. Unfortunately, Laura did get in their way and she took a .38 slug in her left temple. The autopsy report said that she died instantly. At 3:47 a.m., the telephone rang. As soon as I awoke, I knew it couldn't be good news. The call was from the hospital administrator. I remember that he was almost crying as he gave me the news. At that moment, my life ended. [This story is designated as an incest story because of what happens in the following chapters.] Take Care of Me Ch. 03 Part of me wanted to stop living the moment I heard the awful, awful news . . . but I couldn't. I had Elizabeth to think about. Although I had not legally adopted her, to me, she was like my daughter and, to her, I was her father. She was 15 years old and it was horrible enough to have been abandoned by her biological father and then to have her mother murdered. I had to think about her and the loss she was experiencing. Of course, Laura's parents lived nearby and they were as helpful as they could be despite their devastation. We all went to the funeral home and made the plans together. We sat together and talked, we cried together, and we held each other. I remember being at the funeral but my memories are not very clear. After a few weeks, Laura's parents and I talked about Elizabeth. They offered to take on the responsibility of raising her but they made it clear that they weren't trying to take her from me. Laura's parents and I had a very trusting relationship and we all knew that no one would try to deprive the other of time with Elizabeth. I expressed appreciation for their offer but explained that I thought the loss of her "father" and moving to a new home would be too much trauma to add to the loss Elizabeth had already suffered. Grandma suggested that Elizabeth would need a woman to help guide her through the remainder of her teen years. At this point in her life, Elizabeth was well beyond puberty and she did not need a woman to teach her about her monthly cycle or to help her buy her first bra. If, and when, Elizabeth needed some female guidance, she could still seek that from her grandmother, from her friends' mothers, or from Laura's friends. They understood and eventually agreed. I went to court and, with the grandparents' consent, was appointed legal guardian of Elizabeth. Life went on but we both felt like zombies; both Elizabeth and I felt as if our guts had been torn out. Sometimes, I started crying and Elizabeth consoled me. Sometimes, she started crying and I consoled her. Sometimes, we both cried and held on to each other. I tried to reassure her about how much I loved her and she did the same for me. After a few weeks, we only cried two or three times a day. My employer had been wonderful in giving me a paid leave of absence to deal with the death of my wife. After a month, I still wasn't ready to face the world but I didn't want to stay at home, sequestered in mourning. I was also mindful of the fact that I needed to set a good example for Elizabeth. School had arranged for her to get assignments sent home so that she would not need to return to school immediately, but staying at home was not good for Elizabeth. I returned to work and Elizabeth returned to school. It was good for us to resume the lives we had previously led. Elizabeth was a good student and she quickly caught up on her classes. I tried to avoid becoming the cliché workaholic because I had Elizabeth to care for. Elizabeth and I had to have a talk about behavior around the house. When Laura was alive, our family had not been overly modest in the privacy of our home. However, now that Laura wasn't around to "chaperone," I was concerned about what others might think if they thought that Elizabeth walked around the house less than fully dressed. If anyone made accusations about improper conduct in our home, I could lose the guardianship and she would then need to go live with her grandparents. Elizabeth understood though she expressed some frustration with the idea of wearing a bathrobe and the other efforts required to maintain the appearance of propriety. I recognized that Elizabeth needed more than the usual amount of attention. We began to have "date night" on Friday nights. She would come home from school and get dressed up and I would take her out to dinner at a nice restaurant. Sometimes, we would go to a movie afterwards. I wanted Elizabeth to know how a lady is supposed to be treated because she was beginning to express an interest in dating. I certainly didn't want her accepting less than she deserved. Elizabeth deserved the best and I tried to give her all that I could without spoiling her. Laura had life insurance that paid me $500,000 and the hospital settled a wrongful death claim based on their lack of security. We were comfortable -- financially -- but all of the money went into investments and I spent only a part of the income that was generated. Her mother had done a wonderful job with Elizabeth and daughter had the same sparkly, energetic personality as her mother. After the death of Laura, Elizabeth had been subdued for a while but after a few months I began to see the brightness in her spirit and some enthusiasm for the world around her. Even at the age of 15, Elizabeth was a young woman and not a child. She was considerate of others and well mannered. She had fun with her friends but she didn't seem to be interested in the stupid things that kids find interesting and she certainly wasn't attracted to the thrill-seeking behaviors that got so many kids in trouble. Physically, she had developed beautifully. She was 5'4" and weighed about 120 lbs. Her complexion was clear and she was fair skinned. She had long brown hair and wide green eyes. Her breasts had developed to a 34A and they complimented her petite frame perfectly. To me, she looked like the actress who played the older daughter on The Partridge Family. She was girl-next-door cute. She began dating a boy who lived in our neighborhood who was one year older than her. After about a month, I decided that I needed to have a talk with her about the birds and the bees. Like most naïve young girls, she insisted that Rick was just an innocent boy who had no interest in sex. I explained that almost any boy who had an opportunity would want to have sex with her. I started to tell her that sex leads to babies, etc. but she interrupted to inform me that she and her mother had reviewed all of those things a few years earlier and her mother had offered to start Elizabeth on birth control pills at any time that Elizabeth believed that it was indicated. I told Elizabeth that I, also, would make the same offer about starting her on birth control pills. I wasn't encouraging her to have sex with boys but would rather have her on birth control pills than have her pregnant. "Daddy, right now, the idea of a boy doing that to me sounds kind of icky but, if it makes you feel better, you can start me on the pills." I interpreted that as Elizabeth's way of saying that she wasn't sure whether it was necessary or not, so I made the arrangements and took Elizabeth to her first gynecologist appointment. When we exited the doctor's office with prescription in hand, I said to Elizabeth, "At moments like this, I miss Laura even more." Elizabeth grabbed my hand and stopped me. I turned towards her and she hugged me tightly. She then kissed me lightly on the cheek and said, "I love you, Daddy. I won't let you be lonely." * * * The next few years were filled with learner's permits, driver's licenses, sleepovers with her girlfriends, proms, dances, movies . . . and holidays, when my memories of Laura were stirred afresh. Elizabeth dated a few boys but it didn't appear that she ever got serious with any of them and, as far as I knew, she was still an innocent virgin. For high school graduation, I bought her a new car. She turned 18 the month after high school graduation. On her 18th birthday, she came to me for a talk. "So, now that I'm 18, the guardianship is over, right?" she asked. "Yeah, that's right. You can live wherever you want and nobody else has anything to say about it . . . as long as you continue to live here with me," I added with a smile. "Daddy, you know I'm not going anywhere, except to college. This is my home." "Okay. So what's the point of all this?" I inquired. "Well, I sleep in just my panties, just like Mom used to do, and I really don't like sleeping with my bedroom door closed 'cause sometimes Bear wakes me up when he wants out." Bear is the cat. "Since nobody can take me away from you now, it would be nice if you didn't freak out if you saw me in just my underwear, you know, just like I used to see Mom in her underwear. You know, I trust you and I'm really not expecting you to try to take advantage of me, and . . . you could relax a bit, too, you know." "Sweetie, this is your home and I want you to be comfortable here. I want you living here as long as you want to live here. I love having you here and I'm gonna miss you when you go off to college, so . . . do whatever you're comfortable with and I'll deal with it. Just make sure that you keep it presentable when somebody else is around, and by all means, don't tell your grandma." "Like I was gonna tell her anyway, right? So, where you taking me to dinner tonight?" * * * Elizabeth's birthday dinner was at a restaurant that I have patronized for years. I arranged it in advance and we were given a private dining room. Elizabeth asked if she could have a glass of wine with dinner. Since we were in a private dining room, and since the waiter had known me for almost 10 years, and since it was Elizabeth's 18th birthday, and since she is so charming and beautiful, the restaurant obliged. However, one glass of wine turned into three glasses of wine and Elizabeth was a bit tipsy by the time we left. I helped her into her seat and buckled her seat belt before I got in the car. Within a few minutes, I could tell that she was asleep and she didn't wake up during the drive home. I pulled in the garage and closed the garage door and she still wasn't awake. I woke her and helped her into the house. She was walking but leaning on me for support. I led her to her bedroom and was turning to leave when she said, "I need to get ready for bed. Daddy, can you help me?" I turned and asked, "What do you need me to do?" "I need to get undressed," she said. "Can you help me?" This shouldn't be a big deal. I knew she was feeling a bit tipsy and she had no experience with alcohol of any type, so of course I would help her. "You'll need to stand up for us to get that dress off of you," I instructed her. I reached under her arms to lift her and she rose to her feet. "Turn around so I can unzip it." "I can't. I'll fall over," she answered. I pulled her body against mine so that I could reach around her back and unzip the dress. I pulled the dress off of her shoulders and down her arms and it began to fall to her feet. "Slip, too," she said. I reached down and pulled her slip up. "Over the moon," I said, as if I was addressing a young child learning how to dress and undress themselves. She raised her arms and I pulled the slip over her head. She stood before me in her bra and panties, and her high heels. "Okay. Sit down now." Sitting down was easier than getting her to stand. As I got down on my knees to unstrap her heels, she spread her legs and scooted closer to the edge of the mattress. I found myself staring at the crotch of her silky bikini panties. I had never thought of Elizabeth as an object for my sexual desire but staring at the camel toe in her panties certainly had me thinking impure thoughts. Somehow, I forced myself to avert my gaze to her feet so I could remove her heels. When that was accomplished, she quickly added, "Last thing to go is the bra. It's on the back," she said, referring to the bra's fastener. With that said, she leaned forward so that her covered breasts were in my face. I felt my way around on her back and, with some effort, managed to unfasten the hooks that held the undergarment in place. As soon as I had it unfastened, she leaned back and let the bra slide down her arms. I had never seen her naked boobs and I was not ready for what I saw. Her titties looked exactly like her mother's. Her bra size was a 34A (I knew this because I went shopping with her) and she had little nipples that sat in the middle of quarter-sized areolas. Like the rest of her body, the skin of her breasts was clear, but she had apparently been working on a tan. I noticed that there were no tan lines so I assumed that she was tanning topless when I wasn't at home. "They're kind of little, Daddy, but I'm hoping they'll still grow some," she said apologetically. "Honey, you are absolutely beautiful and you don't need to make excuses for your boobs. They're perfect. They remind me of your Mom's boobs; they were perfect, too. You are 100% gorgeous and I'm very proud of you." "Daddy, you're so wonderful . . . uh, I need to pee." "Okay, well, I guess I need to get outta here," I said. She started to stand but was a bit unsteady. "I might need some help," she said in a little girl voice. "Okay," I said. I lifted her to her feet and she leaned on my arm as I led her to the bathroom. I lifted the toilet lid and said "I'll be standing in the hallway if you need me." I walked out of the bathroom but left the door open, positioning myself far enough down the hallway to give her some visual privacy. I waited a minute or two and heard nothing so I asked if everything was okay. Receiving no reply, I peeked around the bathroom door and saw her sitting on the toilet, panties around her ankles, head resting in her hands, and obviously asleep. I walked in and stood in front of her. "Honey, wake up." "Daddy, I'm so sleepy. Can you help me?" "Did you already pee," I asked. "Yeah, I think so," she answered. "Did you wipe, too?" I asked. "I don't remember," she confessed. I pulled some toilet paper from the roll and handed it to her. She spread her legs apart and, for the first time in my life, I saw my little girl's naked pussy. Her pubic hairs had all been shaved and her pussy was barren. Like her mother, she didn't have any protruding inner lips. Externally, all that was visible was two outer lips and a simple crease that extended down between her legs. She wiped and dropped the paper in the toilet. "All done," she said. I lifted her to her feet and tried to get her to hold on to the wall while I bent down to pull her panties back up. Unfortunately, she started to teeter and I quickly abandoned the panties. They fell down past her ankles and she looked down and stepped out of them. "You're the only guy who's ever seen me naked," she said. "You mean you're still a . . .?" "Yes, Daddy, I'm still a little virgin with little virgin titties and a little virgin pussy." I had never heard her talk like this before and I assumed that it was just the three glasses of wine having an effect on her. I led her back to her bedroom and put her in bed. I pulled the sheets over her and bent down to kiss her goodnight. Usually, she waited for me to plant a kiss on her forehead but, this time, she raised up just enough so that her lips found my lips and she gave me a quick kiss. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she apologized. "I love you." "I love you, too, Elizabeth." Take Care of Me Ch. 04 When I returned to my bedroom, I realized that I had a boner tenting my boxers. I assumed – and hoped – that Elizabeth was too tipsy to have noticed my state of arousal. She was not my daughter – not in a legal sense – but I was her daddy and she was my little girl and daddies aren't supposed to have erections and sexual urges towards their daughters. Of course, these were nothing more than rational thoughts, proving that I understood the social conventions and mores of my culture. The erection between my legs proved that I was a horny male and that any woman – even my daughter - was capable of arousing me by a display of female nudity. The reality of my hard-on trumped the urge to be a "good" man, and before long I was stroking my meat while fantasizing about Elizabeth. In my imagination, I was sucking on her little tits while fingering her clit and she was moaning like the whore of Babylon. Soon, I felt the pressure rising inside me and I began spurting streams of cum on my bed. The several years of celibacy following my wife's death had been difficult and I had become quite proficient at giving myself orgasms, but . . . I had not cum this hard in quite a while. I felt drained and I went to sleep thinking about my little girl. * * * The next morning, I was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when Elizabeth got out of bed and came down to the kitchen for breakfast. I looked up from the newspaper as she entered the room. She was wearing a pair of panties and a tee shirt that was cut off right below her boobs. "Good morning, Daddy!" she said. I was surprised that she sounded so bright and alert after her experience with alcohol the previous evening. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well?" I asked. "Well, I don't remember coming home and getting in bed, but I did sleep real soundly." Her voice suggested that she wasn't certain about something. "What is it, honey?" I inquired. "Well, I usually sleep in just my panties, but when I woke up this morning, I wasn't wearing anything at all. What happened?" "Well, sweetie, you tried to act like a big shot drinking three glasses of wine, and that's a lot of wine for someone as small as you who's never had anything to drink, so you were kinda tipsy," I explained. "Yeah, so . . . what happened?" she asked. "Well, you passed out in the car so I carried you inside. I was gonna put you in bed and you said you needed help undressing, so I got you out of your clothes and then you said you had to pee, so I got you into the bathroom and you pulled down your panties but, when you were done, you couldn't pull them back up, so I just put you in bed the way you were." "You mean, you saw me completely naked?" she asked. "Yeah, I guess I saw very square inch of your body last night, but only because you asked for help. And, maybe I shouldn't say this, but I have the idea that you are maybe self-conscious about having small boobs, and you oughta know that what I saw last night was . . . well, I'll just say that your body is quite spectacular and you have absolutely nothing to worry about." "Daddy, that's nice of you to say that. I hope I wasn't too difficult for you last night, you know, helping me go to the bathroom. It sounds like I was kinda silly but, you know, as far as seeing me naked, I guess I'm not an exhibitionist but I'm not into that false modesty thing either so, if you saw me naked, so what? You're my daddy. It's not like you're gonna freak out about it, right?" "No, honey, I'm not gonna freak out about it, but I'm not gonna tell anybody that I saw you naked, especially your grandma. And, sweetie, you're a woman now, not a little girl, and seeing a naked woman's body made me realize that maybe it's time for me to start dating. Not right now, but maybe when you go off to school." "Daddy, if you're worried about being alone, I can stay at home and go to college here. I won't let you be alone." It was very sweet of Elizabeth to think about me but perhaps she was being naïve and not considering my other needs. "Honey, you're so sweet and I know that I'll never be alone, but I think I need some female companionship," I tried to explain in gentle terms. "You mean you need to get laid?" she bluntly responded, and then she looked at me with a devilish smile. I wasn't sure how I should respond to that so I gave her a response in her own language. "Oh, whatever!" * * * Elizabeth had a summer job but she was only working part-time and she had a few weekdays that she didn't work. My job was slow and I decided to take an afternoon off when I knew that Elizabeth would be at home. I walked through the front door and called her name but got no response. I went up to her bedroom but she was not there. Then I looked out at the pool. Elizabeth was lying in a chaise lounge, totally relaxed, and totally naked. I knew she didn't like tan lines and the back yard had a good privacy fence so I'm sure she thought it was safe to lay by the pool au naturel. I had seen her naked before but only once before, the night when she got a bit tipsy. She was just as beautiful as I remembered. Her boobs were still 34A and they stood up proud. From this distance, it appeared that her nipples were hard but I couldn't be sure. I saw no trace of pubic hair and she looked like a golden goddess of perfection. Once again, I was as hard as steel and Elizabeth was right; I did need to get laid. As I continued to stare at her bronzed beauty, she looked over at a wrist watch. Almost immediately, she stood, wrapped a towel around herself, gathered her flip-flops and suntan lotion and started walking towards the house. I walked down the stairs to greet her. "Oh hi, Daddy! I didn't know you were home," she said very matter-of-factly. "I just got home a few minutes ago," I explained. I went upstairs looking for you to see what your plans were for the rest of the day." "No plans, Daddy. What do you wanna do?" she asked. "I thought I might take you shopping, get you some clothes for college," I offered, assuming that she would jump on the opportunity. "Daddy, why don't you sit down for a minute? We need to talk about college," she said. I sat down at one end of the sofa and she sat at the other end. What ensued was a 2 hour discussion about college. During the course of the discussion, she changed her sitting position a few times and her towel periodically gapped open to reveal her cleanly shaved pussy. She acted as if she was totally unaware of this and it certainly made the discussion more difficult. The essence of what she said was that she didn't want to leave home to go to college. She wanted to stay at home and attend the local college where she had also been accepted for admission. I wanted her to go away so that she would have the experience of living away from me and establishing some autonomy and independence. What I did not say to her, but what I also thought, was that dating would be easier if I didn't have an 18 year old daughter around the house. After two hours of arguing the subject back and forth, with passion but not anger, I suggested a compromise. I would allow her to attend the local college for her first 2 years but she would need to live on campus. Of course, she could come home to visit as often as she wanted to do so, and I wanted to see her frequently, but she would live in a dorm on campus. When I offered that suggestion and she finally accepted it, I could see a look of relief on her face. She stood and said, "I love you, Daddy!" She held her arms out to invite me in for a hug and, as she did so, the towel which had thus far done a poor job of concealing her naked assets completely dropped to the floor. Elizabeth made no effort to pick up the towel. She simply wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "Daddy, I love you so much! I couldn't stand to be very far from you." "I love you, too, my little exhibitionist!" I teased. "Daddy, nobody's seen me naked but you and the doctor. So I'm not an exhibitionist," she proclaimed with feigned indignation. "You just happen to be one of the only two men who I trust!" "Well, if you keep dropping that towel, I'm not so sure that I'd trust myself," I said in a joking tone of voice . . . but I knew that I wasn't joking. * * * The summer continued with my little goddess running around the house in her panties and cutoff t-shirts early in the morning and late at night. One morning, she surprised me by coming to breakfast wearing a baby doll nightie that was very sheer and I could see her nipples as well as the outline of her pussy lips. Later that week, she announced that she was going to be laying out by the pool and, a few minutes later, she calmly walked through the house completely naked and out the back door to the pool. * * * Soon, the beginning of the semester arrived and she moved into her dorm. She cried and I felt like a parent leaving their child at kindergarten for the first time. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and I promised her that she could return home if living in the dorm didn't work out for her. I felt confident that she would be okay if she just tried it; in fact, I thought that she would have a great time and it would be good for her to establish her ability to care for herself. Yes, it was time for my little girl to grow up. When I turned to leave, I couldn't help getting a tear in my eye, too. Of course I loved Elizabeth like a daughter but I had also developed a great attachment to her. She had been the center of my world since her mom had been killed and it felt like a part of my life was being ripped away from me. I wanted to turn around, grab her, and return home . . . but I knew that wouldn't be the best thing for her. * * * Elizabeth called me every night the first week that she was in college and she came home for the day on Sunday the first weekend. She spent some time by the pool and she actually wore a bikini the entire time. Maybe she realized that seeing her naked or even partially undressed caused me some difficulties. We had talked about her resemblance to her mother and she knew that I was lonely for female companionship so perhaps she was making a conscious decision to make my life a bit easier. We enjoyed a dinner at our favorite restaurant and I told her that I was considering starting to date again. She looked at me with an expression of great surprise and then she muttered, "well, if that's what you need to do, I guess . . .." "Sweetie, we both need to move on with our lives. It's been three years since your mom was killed. We have mourned her together and we have clung to each other. I cherish every minute that I have with you and I know how you feel about me, but we each need to have others in our lives." I was trying to reassure her but I was also trying to be firm. "You need to be dating those college guys and I need to find someone to share my life but whoever I find will never replace you." "I know, Daddy, but . . . I always thought that you and I would be living together in that house and that I'd always be your special girl and . . .." "My dear, you will always be my special girl. You will always be so very, very special, but I need to find a special woman who can love me like a woman loves a man and not like a daughter loves her daddy." Her expression changed as she said, "I understand . . . and I hope I get to meet them and . . . if you ever think about getting married again, I wanna have a veto if I don't like her." "My dear, I can't imagine seriously dating anyone who would not get your approval. My biggest concern is being able to meet women. It's been a while since I was in the dating market and I hear that things have changed quite a bit." I was being quite honest with her. I wanted to start dating but I had no idea where to begin. "Well, Daddy," she offered, "you could always try one of those online dating services that are advertised on TV." "That's not a bad idea," I responded. "Maybe I'll give that a try." * * * During the weekday evenings the next week, I perused a few web sites that included my age range. I was now 49 years old and reasonably fit and trim, but I was not a young kid and I didn't need to look at profiles of girls who were 'looking to chill.' I also spent considerable time thinking about what I was doing and what I was looking for. I didn't want to jump into a serious relationship right away. The biggest problem in my life was my perpetual state of horniness and I needed to have a dating life that included sex on a regular basis. I thought about the sexual relationship I had with Laura and I knew that nothing would replace that, nothing would or could compete with what we had. I really got off when Laura had role-played a submissive little girl who did exactly as she was told and I was hoping that maybe I would find another woman who enjoyed either role-playing a submissive or actually being a submissive female. I finally signed up for one service and created a profile. "I'm looking for a woman who isn't afraid of a physical relationship and who gets pleasure from submitting to the will of a man. If you take care of my needs, I'll take care of you. However, no whips, chains, spanking, or latex fetishes, please." I realized that this profile might offend many women but all I needed was one who was willing to give it a try. If my profile didn't attract anyone, I could always change it. I told Elizabeth that I had signed up with the web site she had suggested and I thanked her for helping me with the recommendation. She immediately responded that I would probably have fifty dates in the first month. I didn't have fifty inquiries, or even five, but, a few days after I posted my profile, I had a notification that someone was interested. The email from this lady read: "Hi. It sounds like you're lonely and you need an attentive woman. Maybe that's me. I live in St. Augustine so I'm only about an hour away. If you're interested, let me know." I looked at her profile and, unfortunately, she didn't have a picture posted. She described herself as mature but young looking, politically conservative but not inhibited, and above-average intelligence. At this point, I didn't have too many choices, so I thought I would give it a try. I responded, "I'd love to see a picture; you've already seen the picture I have posted and it's fairly recent. The rest of your profile sounded nice. If you'd like to meet, you can respond to ttrntz at aol dot com." I had recently created a free e-mail account to use just for this purpose and I specifically chose a username that would not reveal anything about my identity. Later that day, I had an e-mail from girlinstaug at aol dot com. "I hate to be judged on my appearance but I can promise you that you won't be disappointed. If you would like to meet, I am available for dinner this Saturday night. Hope to hear from you soon." I was a bit concerned about the lack of a photo. I had heard some real horror stories from co-workers who had done internet dating. But . . . what did I have to lose except the cost of dinner? I responded, "St. Aug girl, meet me at Benito's at 7:00 pm Saturday night. I'll already be there, so tell the hostess that you are there to meet Dan." The next time I talked to Elizabeth, I told her I had a date. She didn't sound too excited for me. "What's wrong, sweetie," I asked. "Nothing, really. It's just . . . hard to get adjusted to things changing. So, where are you meeting this woman? What do you know about her? And how do you know she'll be right for you?" "Whoa, hold on, kiddo. First of all, I'm meeting her for dinner. I don't know much about her. As I recall, first dates are all about getting to know something about each other, so I'll tell you more after I meet her. And, I have no idea whether she's right for me, but I'll start figuring that out once I meet her. And, no, we won't need a chaperone but I appreciate your offer." "Daddy, I'm sorry to be giving you a hard time. I hope it goes well, really. Just don't go getting married again anytime soon, okay?" "Promise," I reassured her. * * * Saturday, I went shopping and bought a new pullover shirt to wear to my date. I got the house cleaned up – just in case – and then I got myself cleaned up and drove to Benito's. I was there by 6:30; maybe I was a bit overeager. I told the hostess that I was meeting a lady who would ask for me by name around 7:00 and she promised to be on alert for my lady. The hostess seated me at a table that was a bit secluded, in the corner of the dining room, and I didn't have a view of the lobby or entrance, so I sat so that I wasn't looking in the direction of the lobby. I didn't want to appear to be too anxious. I was looking at my watch every 5 minutes, thinking that perhaps she would arrive early. That was not the case. At 7:00, she was not present. I began to worry that maybe she had got cold feet and was backing out from our date. As I looked down at my watch again, I felt hands on my shoulders. Before I could turn around to greet my date, she bent down and whispered into my ear, "hi, Daddy!" It was a voice that unmistakably belonged to Elizabeth. "Have a seat, young lady," I commanded her. "What the hell are you doing here? I didn't tell you where I was meeting my date!" "Daddy," she said with her little girl voice, "please don't be mad but . . . I am your date. I'm St. Augustine girl." "What?" One word was all I could manage. I was angry, confused, and I really needed an explanation. "Daddy, when you told me you went on that web site, I signed up, too. I wanted to see your profile and . . . well, there's more," she said. "Well? Go on!" I directed. "Daddy, I know what you are looking for. You want somebody who can be as good to you as mom was, and somebody who might even remind you of mom, but you know it's not really fair to anyone else to pick them as a mate because they remind you of someone else. Except for me. I remind you of mom and that doesn't bother me one bit." I looked at her and decided to give it to her as bluntly as I could. "Elizabeth, I need a woman for something more than keeping house. Didn't you read my profile? I need a physical relationship and that's not what a daughter can give me." "Daddy, I know what you need." She stopped and the pause was electric. "That's what I need, too . . . and I am not your daughter. You are not my biological father and you never adopted me." "I'm angry that you've played with me in this way but I know you mean well. Don't ever do this again. I don't think we need to say anything more on this subject. Since we're here, we might as well have dinner." I looked over at her and I could see that she was fighting back tears. "Elizabeth, you have not disappointed me and I can't really stay angry at you. I love you just as much as I ever loved your mother, but it's a different kind of love." "I really wanted to go home with you tonight, Daddy," she said, explaining her tears. "Well, of course you can go home with me tonight, Elizabeth. It's your home, too." I desperately needed to change the topic of conversation. I started asking her about school and her friends in the dorm. She quickly began to tell me about her classes and professors and her friends in the dorm and where they were from and many other meaningless details of her world. I was relieved to not be talking about her being my date. We finished dinner and got up to leave. She placed her hand in mine and held me tightly as we walked side-by-side. I walked her to her car and asked, "Are you coming home tonight?" "If you want me to," she replied. "Well, of course, I want you to come home, sweetie." "Okay, Daddy." I followed behind her as we made our way home. We both parked in the garage and entered the house through the kitchen. Take Care of Me Ch. 04 "Daddy, do you have any wine?" she asked. "Yes, and you can have some as long as you don't get too tipsy to use the bathroom by yourself," I teased her. I poured each of us a glass of red wine and we sat on the sofa in the living room. "Daddy, I know you don't wanna talk about this anymore, but I need to. When I saw your profile and I sent that e-mail, I didn't think I was playing with you. That would be an awful thing to do and I love you too much to do that." "Honey, what did you think, that you would meet me for dinner and then we'd have sex?" "Well, I didn't think that's what you would expect on the first date," she said, emphasizing the word 'first.' "Are you saying that you want . . . sex . . . with me?" I asked. "Daddy, I've wanted you for the past year or more. I've done everything I can to try to throw myself at you. I don't walk around naked or even half-naked in front of anyone else. But . . . it's just . . . you know I'm still a . . . a virgin . . . and . . . I feel so comfortable with you, and I like you so much, and I know you like me, and I think you're attracted to me, and, you know . . . I'm not your daughter and . . . it really doesn't matter what Grandma thinks about it, and . . . I thought you would be my first . . . hopefully, my last." "But . . ." I couldn't think of what I should say. "But what, Daddy? Don't you want me? I don't know much about sex but I'd do anything you wanted me to do. Daddy, I'll do anything you want, all you've gotta do is ask." "Baby, of course you're an attractive girl. That's not the problem. It's just . . ." "It's just what, Daddy? Think about it. We've been together for years. We know each other. You've seen me naked several times. I've seen you in just your boxers a few times. Don't I get you aroused that way?" she pleaded. "It just feels like I would be betraying you if I did that. I couldn't be your Daddy if we did that. Don't you want me to be your Daddy?" "Your profile said 'if you take care of me, I'll take care of you.' You can still take care of me, Daddy. And I can take care of you." She paused and I didn't respond. "Daddy, you need to stop thinking about it and just do it," she said, her voice rising in anger. With that last comment, she stood up and started removing her clothes. "What are you doing?" I asked. "What's it look like I'm doing? You've seen me naked before, right?" She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She tossed it aside and stood before me in just her panties. She stared at me for a minute then reached down and pushed her panties down her hips and past her knees. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. Elizabeth stood before me totally naked. Yes, indeed, she reminded me of her mother. She had those small beautiful breasts that didn't sag whatsoever. Her skin was clear and her tummy was virtually flat. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and it was still as cute as I remembered it to be. 'If she wasn't my daughter . . .' I thought to myself. As if she was reading my mind, she said "I am not your daughter, so tell me what you want me to do now." "You really want this, don't you? This isn't some game or silly joke that you're playing on me, is it?" I asked. "Do you want me to prove it to you? Give me a command, tell me what you want, what do you want me to do?" She paused, waiting for my reply but I did not have an immediate response. "Tell me what I can do for you?" I wanted to tell her something that didn't involve touching me, because that would be crossing the line, so I said to her, "Okay. You want to do whatever it takes to turn me on? I wanna watch you masturbate!" I couldn't believe I had said that but I had. I didn't think she would do it. I thought that, when the time came for action, that she would 'chicken out' and this would all be over. I was wrong. She sat back down on the sofa and turned so that her back was on the sofa bottom cushions and her right foot was against my leg. She placed the heel of her left foot on top of the sofa back so that her pussy was exposed to me. She reached down with her right hand and started sliding her middle finger up and down her slit. Within a few seconds, I could see that she was getting wet. Part of my brain told me to get up and run out of the room but my body stayed on the sofa and my eyes were glued to her pussy. She began to focus on the upper portion of her pussy as she traced circles around her clit. "Daddy, do you want me to cum for you? Do you wanna see me cum?" she asked seductively. My dick was hard and my mind could not come up with any excuse to not sit and watch this beautiful creature take herself to the abyss of sexual delight. "Do you wanna touch me, Daddy? Do you wanna touch my pussy?" "I shouldn't . . ." I said. She scooted closer to me. "Give me your hand, Daddy." I reached my hand towards her, leaving it inches above her body. She pulled my fingers down to her crotch until the tips of my fingers were touching her lips. "I'll bet it'd feel better if you did it, Daddy!" she urged. I began to stroke along her outer lips. As I did so, she scooted even closer and I was able to place my thumb on her clit. "Does that feel good, baby?" I asked. "That feels wonderful, Daddy." I got up and kneeled on the floor beside her. From this angle, I could slide my fingers down her slit and into her pussy. The first time my middle finger penetrated her lips, she said "I've never let anybody touch me there." "Does it feel good, honey?" I asked as I probed for her G-spot. This was the tightest pussy I had ever felt. "Oh, Daddy, don't stop! Keep doing that!" she begged as I watched her getting more aroused. Her torso was flexing rhythmically as she approached her orgasm. "I'm so close!" she exclaimed. Suddenly, she started moaning, "Daddy! Daddy!" and I felt her vaginal muscles contracting in pulsating waves around my finger. She was very wet and her secretions were running downwards towards her butt. Her vagina felt like a glove around my finger and the only reason to remove it from her honey hole was to taste her female juice. "Oh fuck," she sighed as she began to come down from her state of bliss. I had never heard her utter that word before but, under the circumstances, it seemed entirely appropriate. I pulled my finger from her pussy and brought it up to my mouth. The scent was like perfume, the perfume of a woman who needed sex. The taste was slightly tangy but pleasant and arousing. "If I say I don't want you, it would be a lie. I do want you . . . but I don't want to lose my little girl." There. I had said it. I wanted her. "Daddy, I want you but you'll always be my Daddy." "If you're sure you want it, let's go get in bed," I said. She promptly sat up and then stood. "Let's get going," she replied. When we got to my bedroom, I picked her up and carried her through the doorway. I gently sat her down on the bed and then I started to undress. My boxers were the last thing to go and my erection made them a bit more difficult to take off but I was highly motivated. Elizabeth looked at my stiff dick and said, "Are you sure that thing'll fit in me?" I wasn't sure whether she was joking or not. I am not well-endowed. My dick is about 5½" when its erect so it's no monster. On the other hand, she's never seen any other erection so she had nothing to compare it to. "I'm pretty sure, honey. My thing isn't real big and I know you're conscious of your boobs being small, but the only thing that matters is whether you make your partner happy. I know I could suck on your nipples all night long and they look mighty appetizing to me, so you have nothing to be concerned about. In fact, I prefer boobs that just that size, so you are perfect for me." Everything I had said to her was true. "Well, Daddy, that thing looks like it'll fill me up so I guess that makes it perfect for me." "Are you worried about it hurting, honey?" I asked. "You mean about popping my . . . no, Daddy, that happened a few years ago when I had an accident in gym class. It's just . . . I've never done it before and I'm not sure what to do." "Well, honey, the first time, I'll do everything. All you've gotta do is just lay there and try to enjoy it. But it might feel better if you're kinda aroused already before I try to get inside you, so . . . you just lay there and I'm gonna lick between your legs." "Oh, you mean oral sex," she said, wanting to show me that she wasn't totally naïve. "That's right," I answered. I positioned myself between her legs and lifted her feet so they rested on my shoulder. "Daddy, you'll be looking at my heineyhole if my feet are up there!" she said with some embarrassment. "You know, that's right. And that's the only part of you that I've never seen naked. You said you'd do whatever I said, so roll over on your stomach." She did as I commanded. I reached down and placed one hand on each of her butt cheeks and then I spread them apart. Her cute little anus was looking at me and it was shaved of hair as cleanly as her pussy. I stared at her crinkled orifice for about five seconds, then I told her to roll back over onto her back. "What was that for?" she asked. "I just wanted to get that out of the way so you wouldn't worry about it. You have the cutest behind I've ever seen and seeing your 'heineyhole' made me hard, so relax and enjoy this," I said as I returned to licking her snatch. I placed her feet on my shoulders again. I began licking at the top of her lips, down one side and up the other. As I got close to her anus, I was tempted to let my tongue wander further south but this was her first time so I decided to be a good boy. As soon as I put my tongue between her lips, I could feel her clit getting hard and I began to suck on it. "Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy," she cried as she quickly became aroused. "I wanna feel you in me," she declared. I pulled myself up and stopped briefly to lick each of her little nipples. Pulling up even further, I was looking into her eyes when I said, "I love you, Elizabeth." I placed the head of my dick at her entrance and began pushing into her. I started slowly and I felt the head pop in as it pushed past her lips. "Yeah, Daddy, more," she demanded with urgency. I began sliding in quicker and within a few seconds I was totally in her vagina. I have never before felt anything grip me so tightly, as if she would never allow me pull out of her. I was afraid that I wouldn't last long but, apparently, it didn't take much for her to reach a climax, either. I started to pull back and she said, "no, Daddy." "It's okay, honey. I know what I'm doing. You just lay there." I began thrusting into her while making sure that my pubic crest pushed against the top of her vagina. I looked down and saw her nipples were hard. Elizabeth was the most beautiful woman I had ever had as a lover and the feeling of being inside her was like being in a trance. "Honey, when I cum, I'm gonna squirt my cum inside you. I know you're on birth control pills so there's nothing to worry about." "Okay, Daddy." I continued thrusting and she began moaning. At first, she was moaning quietly but she became louder as she became more aroused. "Daddy, I'm so close to coming. I wanna feel you cum in me." That was all it took for me to reach my climax. I felt the cum rising in me and approaching the point of no return. "Here it comes, honey," I said as I began to spurt my seed into her virgin receptacle. I felt her pussy begin to spasm and then she put her legs behind my back and pulled me down against her body. "Oh, Daddy! I've never felt anything like that in my life." Her voice conveyed a sense of absolute amazement. "That's much better than my fingers. Can we do that again?" "Oh, yeah. But I might need a few minutes to catch my breath," I answered. "Wow!" she said. "You got that right," was my reply. Take Care of Me Ch. 05 We fell asleep spooning, with her back against my chest and my dick pushed up against her cute little behind. My right arm was draped over her and my right hand was cupping one of her perky little boobs. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a deep feeling of satisfaction in my heart. I woke up around 3:30 am to empty my bladder. As I got back into bed, she rolled over and said, "Daddy, I wondered where you were when I woke up a minute ago." "I just got up to pee, honey." "I was worried that maybe you couldn't sleep, you know, like maybe you were worried about what happened," she explained. "Should I be worried, sweetie? I hope you aren't upset about what we did. I couldn't stand to hurt you and, I probably shouldn't have done what we did, but . . . it's too late for that now." "Daddy, it felt wonderful, and it's what I wanted. I've wanted you for so long . . . but I never thought the time was right until now. When you said you wanted to start dating, I just couldn't stand the thought of you being with anyone else, so I had to do what I did. I hope you understand." "Honey, I'll always love you like you're my own child, but . . . we've gone beyond that and we can't ever undo what we've done. I don't ever want you to have any reason to not want me in your life." "Daddy, don't get too sappy on me. You've got me in your life, now and forever. The only difference is that we shouldn't be sleeping apart. I want to live with you and share your life like any other man and woman live together . . . and love together. Daddy, I love you, and you can have me for the rest of your life, if that's what you want." "Honey, it's what I want, but I'm not too sure that it's what you'll always want. I'm much older than you and I'm not interested in dancing at clubs and staying out all night and acting like a kid. You shouldn't give up your youth to settle down with some old guy like me! I'm afraid you'll get bored with me." "Daddy, you're not old. And you make me feel special like nobody else ever has before." "Well, I know that some girls are more comfortable with older guys, so . . . if that's what you want, you've got me for as long as you want." "I love you, Daddy," she said in an angelic whisper. "Elizabeth, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything before. You've made me very, very happy." She turned over and scooted back so that her naked body was pressed against mine. "Daddy, can we do it again tomorrow?" "Do what, honey?" I asked teasingly, as I obviously knew the answer to my question. "You know, have sex," she replied, as if having sex with your daddy was an ordinary topic of conversation. "Oh, you wanna have sex again, huh?" I said teasingly. "It felt amazing, Daddy, and I'm sure you have lots of stuff to show me. I don't have any experience like a lot of girls so I wanna learn everything to be the best for my Daddy." "Sweetie, you are the best. That felt amazing to me, too, and . . . yes, we can have sex again tomorrow. But it's not really having sex. When you say 'having sex' it sounds like you're talking about 'fucking;' that's just something you do 'cause it feels good to you. 'Making love' is what you do when you care about the other person and you really wanna feel close and trusted and needed." "Okay, Daddy. I wanna make love with you tomorrow," she said. "And I'm glad you called it making love, Daddy, because I really want you to love me." "Oh, I do love you, sweetie, and we'll make love tomorrow, for sure." We both drifted back to sleep. I think I kept my arm around Elizabeth all night long. * * * When I awoke the next morning, Elizabeth was not in bed and I could smell bacon frying in the kitchen. A minute later, she walked into the bedroom with a cup of coffee for me. She was wearing a pair of thong panties, a short tee shirt, and a smile. I didn't hesitate to look at her panty-covered pussy and she was showing a little cameltoe that gave just a hint of the treasure that lay just below the flimsy material of her thong. She was a heavenly sight to behold. "Wow, I didn't think you be up before me," I said with genuine surprise. "I wanted to have breakfast ready for you," she explained. "Well, now you're making me feel very special," I said with a grin. "Well, I hope breakfast isn't the only thing that makes you feel special today," she responded with an even bigger grin on her face. She turned to return to the kitchen and the sight of her cute little buns got me hard in less than a second. I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers, brushed my teeth, and went to the kitchen. Elizabeth was putting our plates on the kitchen table and it looked wonderful. For some reason, as we ate, there was no mention of what had happened last night. We talked about school, my job, and some current events in the news. Despite the fact that we weren't talking about our sexual relationship, I know we were both thinking about it, because breakfast was concluded rather quickly. "Well, sweetie," I announced, "I think I need to take a shower. For some reason, I think I smell like sex." "Me, too," she said, followed by a giggle. "I mean . . . I need to take a shower and . . . I guess I smell like sex, too." "Do you wanna . . ." I began. "Take a shower together? Sure!" she interjected. "Well, don't worry about cleaning up the kitchen. That can wait . . . and we'll do it together," I offered. "So, let's go get a shower," she said with eagerness in her voice. We went to the bathroom and I started the shower so it would be warm when we got in. She started to remove her tee shirt and I interrupted her. "Here, let me get that for you. Turn around." We were standing in front of the mirror and she turned to face the mirror. I was standing behind her. I grabbed the bottom of her tee and lifted it in the front so that her little tits were exposed. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known," I said, and I meant what I was saying. "I wanna suck on those nipples every day for the rest of my life." As those words left my lips, I placed my hands over her boobs and began to massage both nipples. She began to quietly moan as her nipples hardened and stood erect. I watched her in the mirror as I played with her boobs. "You make me so hard. This feels like I'm doing something very naughty but I can't stop." "Good. I don't want you to stop," she answered. I began lifting her tee and she raised her arms. With her tee shirt removed, she was wearing just her thong. The sight of this nubile teen in the midst of sexual arousal was bringing out the animal urges in me. "I'm gonna put my hand in your panties now," I said. I lowered my right hand and slid it under the elastic of her thong. The feel of her shaved pussy was so erotic, my dick was throbbing. I began to rub tiny circles around her clit. Her moaning became louder. She quickly became more aroused. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum," she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. Her breathing quickened and became shallow and she began thrusting her pelvis back into my crotch. "Oh, fuck, Daddy. I want you inside me!" Her voice was louder and she had a tone of urgency. "Baby, I'm gonna get inside you and cum. But not now. Just let yourself go. Cum for me, baby! Cum for Daddy." "Oh, fuck, Daddy!" she screamed as her body began to writhe. I could feel her pussy pulsating with contractions. Her pussy was wet and her cum juices were flowing freely. Suddenly, she placed her right hand on mine and held it firmly, silently but effectively telling me to stop my ministrations on her cute little girl pussy. "Daddy, I can't take anymore right now. It's SO intense!" I held her body against mine. "You'll always be my little girl," I said, "but you'll always be my sexy goddess, too. I love you, Elizabeth. I love you like a man loves a woman and I want you forever." "Daddy, you've got me," she replied. When she regained her composure, we got in the shower. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine," I offered. "Deal!" she instantly replied. I stood with my back to the showerhead and she stood in front of me facing away from me. I grabbed the soap and worked it until my hands were lathered. I began at her shoulders, gently washing and massaging her muscles. "Put your hands against the wall and I can massage you better," I said. Like a good pupil, she immediately complied with my request. I began working my hands down both sides of her spine, being sure that I actually did wash her back thoroughly as I slowly proceeded lower. When I reached the small of her back, I began using a very light touch, rubbing in circles with my fingertips. "Yum, Daddy, that feels good," she said on a sultry voice. I worked my hands lower, massaging her butt cheeks very lightly. When I reached the bottom of her buns, I traced my fingers along the bottom of her cheeks towards her pussy. When I reached the middle, I extended my right middle finger and traced up her cute little crevice, pressing inward so that my fingertip grazed her little pucker. "Daddy, you're being naughty," she teased me, "but . . . don't stop." "You said you'd so anything I asked, so I want you to play with yourself," I told her. "Now?" she asked. Instead of answering, I placed my right hand over her right hand and guided it down to her clit. She understood and started rubbing up and down at the top of her womanly crevice. As soon as she started getting aroused by her own actions, I placed the tip of my middle right finger at the top of her spine and slowly moved it lower. As it reached her ass, I pressed with my fingers to spread her cheeks and proceeded until I had again reached her little pucker. She immediately gasped and I could tell that she was more than aroused by the anal stimulation. I increased the pressure just slightly so that my finger pushed her naughty hole slightly apart without entering her. "Daddy, I don't know why but that feels so good!" I placed my left hand on her left breast and gently squeezed. Her nipple was very hard and the slightest movement made her gasp again. She began to push her ass back against my finger and I sensed that perhaps she wanted more. "Do you want my finger in you, sweetie?" She pushed back hard against my finger and I had the answer to my question. I began to push slightly harder against her anus and I felt my fingertip enter her most forbidden orifice. It penetrated only to the first knuckle before she was overcome by another orgasm. "Oh, fuck, Daddy! Fuck me!" she cried out. Her body convulsed and heaved in paroxysms as her orgasm consumed her. "Oh yeah, oh yeah!" she moaned. I began to very slightly move my fingertip in circles, stimulating the inner sanctum of her most forbidden orifice. The tremors in her body were visible. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she moaned. As her orgasm began to decline, she stopped rubbing her clit. I stopped moving my finger and slowly withdrew it from her. I placed both of my hands on her little girl boobs and pulled her body back against mine. "I am so in love with you," I said, "and so turned on. I need to be inside you." "Let's get back in bed," she said, and I couldn't have agreed more. Take Care of Me Ch. 06 When we got to my bedroom, she automatically went to the side of the bed which had previously been occupied by my wife -- and her mother - Laura. "What do you want to do, Daddy?" she asked coyly. "Well, you said you would do anything to please me, didn't you?" I responded. Without waiting for a reply, I continued "I know that you are -- you were -- a virgin, so you don't have much sexual experience. But I'm sure you have seen some movies and talked to girlfriends and have some ideas about things that couples do together, so . . . tell me some of the wildest thing you can imagine us doing together." "Uhh," she responded with some hesitation, "I guess either oral or anal sex. I get the oral sex thing, because I did that to a guy once, but I really don't get the idea of anal sex. I mean . . . it's supposed to feel good when you stick your dick in my butt?" "When we were in the shower and you were rubbing your pussy, I put my finger in your bum hole and you started having an orgasm. It may not make sense, but it doesn't have to make sense. All that matters is whether it feels good and the only way to know is to try it. I can tell you that your mother and I did that sometimes and both of us really liked it." "Is that what you want to do, Daddy?" Elizabeth asked. "Yes, but only if it doesn't scare you," I answered. "I guess I'm a little bit scared that it might hurt but we could try it. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." "Okay, to do that, it helps if you are already aroused before I try to stick it in you. Honey, do you have a vibrator or some kind of sex toy in your bedroom?" I asked. I knew the answer because I had looked around her bedroom when she was gone and I had spotted her little pink vibrator at the bottom of her panty drawer. I hadn't been shocked by that discovery and, at least now, I understood why all of my AA batteries kept disappearing. "Do you want me to get it now?" she asked. "Oh yes, it'll make this even more fun for both of us," I explained. Elizabeth went to her bedroom and was back within a few moments. "Here it is, Daddy. Do you want to watch me use it?" "Oh, no, honey, I'm gonna use it on you," I responded. "Get in the middle of the bed and get up on your knees but put your face down on the mattress so your butt is kinda sticking up in the air." She handed me the vibrator and then quickly complied. "Like this, Daddy?" "Spread your legs apart a little, sweetie." As I stood behind her, I could clearly see her petite little shaved pussy. Her outer lips weren't fat and prominent but were very simple folds of skin. No inner lips protruded and her clit remained tucked away. Directly above that cute little pussy, her little pink rosebud was spread open just enough for me to see past her puckered ring. Of course, it was as clean as the board of health. Not only was Elizabeth very fastidious about her personal hygiene but we had also just taken a shower. It was also obvious that she shaved her ass as well as her pussy because there was not one short hair to be found. The sight of her asshole made my dick as hard as steel, knowing that I would soon be pushing my rod into her little virgin ass. I got in bed directly behind her. I turned on the vibrator and set it on a medium speed. I reached between her legs and touched the tip of the vibrator to the area where I knew her clit was hiding. "Daddy, that feels real good when you do it," she said in a breathy tone. "I wanna make you feel great, baby," I said. "You just tell me if I do anything that doesn't make you feel good, okay?" "Okay, Daddy." She started moaning very softly and her torso began to gently rock back and forth. I placed my left hand on her lower back and traced my fingertips down her spine and into the valley between her butt cheeks. As I reached her anus, I drew my fingertips around but not over her little home and started tracing small circles around the target of my desire. "That feels good, Daddy!" she declared. As I traced circles around her bum hole, I narrowed the circle until my fingertip was on her anus. I applied gentle pressure and felt her ass relaxing to allow penetration. "Do you wanna put your finger inside me, Daddy?" she asked. "No, honey, I'm gonna put this vibrator inside you, but first I need to get something." I pulled the vibrator away from her clit and reached into my bedside table to retrieve a bottle of lubricant. I applied a generous amount to the end of the vibrator and placed the tip against her back door. I left the vibrator against her anus while I reached under her with my left hand and found her swollen clit. I began massaging her little love button while I also pushed on the vibrator. It started to slowly slide inside her ass and I stopped when about two inches of vibrator had entered her. "Daddy, I've never felt anything like that before," she exclaimed. "Does it feel good?" I asked. "Oh yeah . . . of fuck yeah!" she answered. Her moaning began to get louder and I started rubbing her clit a little more vigorously. "Now you reach down between your legs and start rubbing your clit," I directed her. As soon as she had her fingers on her clit, I moved my left hand to her left tit and started kneading her nipple between my thumb and index finger. She immediately got louder and her breathing became somewhat ragged. "Daddy, I'm so close. I'm gonna cum, Daddy, oh . . . I'm gonna cum!" When I heard those words, I began sliding the vibrator back and forth in her ass, gradually penetrating more and more until four or five inches were inside her. I cupped her boob with my hand and gently squeezed her nipple. That was the final straw for her. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she exclaimed as her torso heaved up and down. I felt her ass pushing against the vibrator in muscular pulses and her nipple was as hard as a pebble. "Stop, daddy, stop!" she begged and I immediately complied. "Did I hurt you?" I asked. "No," she uttered between her shallow breaths, "just . . . sensitive." I left my hand on her boob and the vibrator in her ass but kept both still while I waited for her to come down from her orgasm. When I saw her body start to slump, I pulled my hand away from her cute little titty and allowed her ass to push against the vibrator until it was expelled. "Holy fuck, Daddy! I've never cum that hard in my entire life." "So I guess that means you liked it?" I asked rhetorically. "Do you think you might be interested in having the real thing back there?" "Yeah, but not now," she answered. "Still too sensitive." Take Care of My Wife, Li'l Brother Got the idea for this from 'signorecalcio'. Many thanks for giving me the weird thoughts that went into writing this one! Now for the usual crap ... um, information. This story is fictitious. It is totally a creation of my crazy mind. Therefore, any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, or fucktards is strictly coincidental. All characters involved in sexual activity are age 18 or older. Don't try this at home or at least use protection. In my fantasy world there are no STDs and pregnancy ONLY happens when disired. As noted by the category this story involves incest, in this case by marriage, as well as anal, oral and group sex. Hope you like it. Don't forget to vote! P.S. Thanks again signorecalcio! **************** Take Care of My Wife, Little Brother Hi, my name is Tom Byron (no, I'm not that aging porn star with the same name but I do wonder why my folks named me after him) and I'm an 18 year old just out of high school. I live at home with my parents, but I spend tons of time over at my brother's house, swimming in their pool and ogling his hot wife, Rebecca. I first saw her when my brother John brought her home to 'meet the parents'. I was nearly fourteen and it was lust at first sight. The famous ten-point scale just doesn't go high enough to rate her! If I took the best qualities of every HOT actress and singer to ever live and put them together into my dream girl she would pale beside Rebecca. I wacked off while thinking of her millions of times only to do the cleanup while wondering how the hell my brother hooked her. It boggled my mind ... okay, it STILL does! John is now 29 and is the safety manager at a huge chemical plant. Becca, as she prefers to be called, is a happy homemaker which surprises the shit out of me as she is quite smart, has her BA in International Business Management, and should have become a highly paid successful business woman. Oh well, she likes cooking and cleaning too. Hey the house is always immaculate and she is near chef quality in the kitchen, so who am I to complain? When I was fifteen my grandpa on my dad's side passed away and I was shocked when the will said I was to get an envelope and everything that it would open for me. Inside was a key along with a note that said simply, "Enjoy her Tommy boy, and love her just as I did. Never let her go and she will never let you down." The key opened a storage unit in town and inside was a 1957 Chevy Bel Air convertible, the body in mint condition! I nearly shit and my dad was beyond pissssssssssed! He wanted it but he couldn't drive anywhere without scraping up against something. With the help of my two best buds, Chet and Brad, I rebuilt the engine and transmission (we are all taking tons of auto mechanics courses so it was no problem). When we were finished it purred like a kitten and would ... I hoped ... fly like the wind. I couldn't drive it until I got my license at 16. Finally I was old enough and passed the tests and with license in hand ... um, wallet ... I finally took her for a run. Saaaweeeeeeet! Brad and Chet were happy campers as they got to ride in it a lot as we used it to go every where. Hey, they're my buddies and they helped put in the condition it is in so I couldn't NOT let them ride in it. Not drive it though. Mostly we used it to drive over to John and Becca's house to use their pool. Well that was secondary; we really used it to go check out Becca, each of us hoping to catch a glimpse of bare tit or ass. Heaven was when we saw 'nipple'. I think she was fully aware of what we were after and depending on how things were going between her and John, she might just offer up a treat or two. Too many times to count she has bent over and given me perfect views down her gaping open shirt. I'm not complaining. Brad and Chet have left my brother's house on countless occasions with raging boners and balls screaming for release. I was certain that Becca knew what made them limp out the door. It was a good thing they both lived within four blocks of John and Becca's house. John ... well I'm not so sure about him. I mean he has been giving me shit for ever! Sometimes I felt he actually didn't like me the way he was always picking on me and poking fun at me. Three of his top four' nick-names for me were "Little Brother', 'Dickless' and 'Dateless'. But wow he seemed blind to the way Becca acted around me and my pals. Several times he would get called in to work because of a problem and, using his favorite nick name for me, he would say something to me like, "Okay man, take care of my wife for me. Oh wait! You're a 'boy', not a man! Hahahahahahaha" and he would walk out the door laughing his ass off at his joke. I guess it was his macho man coming out to lay claim to his woman. Even though it pissed me off every time, I didn't let him bug me because I knew that Becca would give me 'extra' views of her hidden charms along with many accidental bumps and brushes of our body's intimate parts. It was those occasions when I was glad for the private bathroom that their guest room has. I'm amazed that I didn't change the color of the shower from all the jizm I shot off in there. It was not unusual for me to stay the night when John got called in to work like that. Becca said she felt better when I was there and John seemed cool with it. Becca and I got along great and I found that as I got older I HOPED my brother would get called in to work just so I could spend more time alone with his wife. Nothing ever happened between us but I sure got some fantastic jerk-off views from her. She was hot and she knew it and seemed to like teasing me with glimpses of her tits and ass. As I got older Becca added tight hugs to her tit flashes. Many times she would give me a glimpse or two of her perky tits, maybe even a beaver shot and then hug my body tight against her. The incredible feel of her perfect tits drilling into my chest made certain that my dick grew into a raging hard on that poked into her leg or stomach. There was no way she didn't know how turned on she could make me. She would usually give me a quick kiss on my cheek as her hug ended, then quickly drop her eyes to my crotch as we parted. I was always too shy to try to push things as instead I would soon be painting the shower wall with my cream as I had a furious wank session. Late last winter Brad, Chet and I had a group birthday party as we all turned 18 within a five day period. We figured it would be better to have one really good party instead of three, in such a short span. Naturally John and Becca were there. As he got ready to leave my brother said, "Well I hope it was a happy one, birthday-boy!" Then he gave me a hard swat on my ass and walked off laughing loudly while calling to his wife, "Let's go woman!" Becca moved up to me as John stepped out the door to their car. "I think he had too much to drink tonight," she said as she put her arms around me and hugged me to her chest. I felt her hips pivot and crush her crotch against my cock, making it rise to half mast. "Happy birthday Tom. Now that you are a man, don't be a stranger at our house! G'night." Then she gave me a super quick kiss on my lips – a first – and then smiled and followed her husband out the door. I stood there in shock watching her bouncy walk as she left the party, my cock thickening in my jeans. Luckily nobody saw our goodbye and my resulting boner. I must have looked like a statue as I stood there in wonder at the way she had ground her body against me before her lips touched mine. ******** So it's been five months since my ... our ... birthday bash. School is over ... GRADUATED! And yet my buds and I are still virgins. Seems none of the girls in school were interested in the grease monkeys from the auto mechanics curriculum. Shit! We are all going to go to the Tech school and get certified so we can work on cars ... no college for us. Guess that means no girls either....shit! As usual the three of us had been bumming around most of today – Saturday – and finally ended up at my brother's enjoying the pool AND the view of my hot sister. She was wearing a new bikini that is a bright pink that contrasts powerfully with her awesome tan. It also shows off even more of her incredible body than any of her old ones did. Shit, every time I look at her I can't believe my brother hasn't knocked her up yet! We had all finished eating hamburgers from the grill for supper and we were lounging by the pool catching the late day sun. John and Becca had been drinking most of the afternoon as they smooched and cuddled nearly constantly. John was really getting hammered. Twice I noticed her bikini bottoms had a dark spot in the crotch that hadn't been caused by the pool water. This was the sort of night where John told us to scram so, I imagined, he could bone his wife in private. Hell, every time he got up her eyes locked hungrily onto his bulge. The sun was nearly gone when the ground shook and waves ripped the pool as a huge boom hit our ears. "Shit! Now what happened?" John groaned as we all looked towards his company's plant where a huge smoke cloud was rising rapidly. Less than ten seconds later his phone rang and he talked rapidly before hanging up. "I'm sorry honey, building four just blew up and they're sending a police car for me. Fuck ... this will take forever to get under control, then I will have tons of paper work to complete along with interviews with everyone that was there. FUCK! I'm REALLY sorry babe but I have got to go!" "But honey, I'm..." Becca groaned unhappily as John ran inside to change clothes. Moments later he walked outside while the policeman stood looking out the patio door. He kissed his wife and said, "I'm really sorry Hon, I'll see you sometime tomorrow. It will probably be really late as I have a real mess on my hands. Love you babe," he said and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Becca moaned again as he stood up and took three steps towards the house. He looked at me and, as usual, said, "Take good care of my wife man! Oh wait ... you're still a boy!" Then he gave a half hearted laugh. "Oh well, you've got your girlfriends with you so maybe three of you are enough to do a man's job!" By then he was nearly at the patio door and he really let out a loud laugh. I stared after him and soon heard the siren wail as the squad car took off taking him to the work site. "Ass hole!" I grumbled. Then louder I said, "Fuck you John, you dumb shit!" From behind me I heard Becca's soft voice saying, "Damn it, I wish I could fuck him..." "What was that?" I asked as I turned to her. "Um, nothing, I'm just pissed that he had to leave!" As she finished speaking her eyes dropped to my crotch and held there for about five seconds before she suddenly looked off to the east. After about a minute she stepped up behind me and pushed me into the pool as she said, "Let's swim!" She was laughing at me as I surfaced sputtering as I cleared my eyes. "Bitch!" I yelled as I dunked her forcefully. Her powerful legs forced her to the surface where she laughed at me, messing with my hair as she giggled and said, "Oh my, Tommy boy fights back!" She had never acted like this and I was still pissed at what John had said so I snapped at her, "What the hell, Becca ... fuck you!" She treaded water and looked at me for several moments, then said, "I need your help inside." Instantly she swam to the side and pulled herself easily from the pool giving me a perfect view of her incredible ass in her skimpy bikini bottom. Even though I was still mad at her I followed after her thinking that at least it prolonged the incredible view. She kept on walking into the house and then down into the basement where their rec-room is. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to smile as I was close behind her. I slowed and she said, "Don't stop, keep coming." I took three more steps and stopped about a foot from her. "Closer." I took half a step and stopped about four inches from her. "Okay, what do you need my help with?" "Would you?" "Would I what?" "What were the last words you said to me?" I thought about it and then blushed as much calmer now I said, "Shit, I'm sorry Becca. I didn't mean to say that to you." "And what did you say?" I looked down at my feet ... okay, so her tits were in the way ... and softly said, "Um, I said 'fuck you', but I'm really sorry for..." "Shhh," Becca interrupted me. "Would YOU?" My eyes lifted back up to hers and I stared into hers for several seconds. Her fingers lifted up and flicked across my chest lightly as she just as softly asked, "Would you ... Tom ... fuck me ... please?" I couldn't believe my ears! I am a frustrated guy who seldom got dates. Definitely a virgin kid fresh out of high school and my super hot sister wants me to fuck her!!! Hell, I've only sucked on three girls tits and one brave gal gave me a blow job – her first and probably not very good – and none of them ever went out with me again. My eyes looked into hers and I tried to speak but my suddenly super dry mouth couldn't get any sound out. I slowly shook my head up and down as my tongue felt as if I had coated it with Alum. Noticing my predicament Becca smiled sweetly at me and took my hand in hers as she softly asked, "Tom, have you ever been with a girl before?" I shook my head side to side as my tongue felt as if it was five feet wide. "It's okay," she said as her fingers tightened around my hand. "I'll show you what to do." Her lips moved to mine and we kissed gently, our lips barely touching. She tasted so sweet with just a hint of chlorine. I didn't care, the most beautiful woman ever was kissing me! "Oh fuuuuck," I groaned into her lips as her hand moved to my swim suit and stroked my cock to a quick hard on (it had already started rising from her request). Her lips parted and I felt her tongue against my lips before I opened up and we began probing each other's mouth with our tongues. My cock throbbed in her hand and Becca leaned back to look into my eyes. "You're really excited, aren't you?" I again could only nod as I tried to hold off my impending release. "Don't worry." I nearly shit when she slid down to her knees while deftly dropping my trunks to my ankles. The only previous female to see my hard cock had blown me with trepidation but Becca just smiled happily and eagerly yet slowly inhaled my cock all the way to the entrance to her throat. She had both of her hands wrapped around the part of my cock that wouldn't fit inside her mouth as she lustily looked up at me. God her mouth felt so much better than my previous experience at this. My knees nearly buckled as my tip pressed against the back of her mouth but somehow I held myself up. I watched Becca drop her eyes to my shaft as she pulled nearly all the way off of me before pressing her face firmly back onto me until I again felt my cock crush against the back of her mouth. Her tongue was slithering against the underside of my shaft and her suction felt incredible. So incredible that I gasped as my balls exploded blasting her mouth full with a huge glob of cum that splashed instantly against her throat's entrance. "Mmmmmmm," she groaned as her hands started jerking my cock while her face moved back about three inches and her throat swallowed my sperm. The guys at school said girls didn't do that so I watched in shock and joy while her cheeks bulged from my second rope then hollowed out as she swallowed again. I was shaking like a leaf even as my hips began trying to fuck her face yet Becca held firm to her position. In fact she moved her left hand behind my ass and held me to her face, not letting me have a chance to pull out of her mouth. I was making sounds that I had never made before as she worked hard to drain my balls of my cream, never letting a drop slip from her mouth. My balls ran dry and I stared into her eyes as she looked up at me while she made certain there was nothing left for her in my cock. Finally she pulled back from my tip and she grinned at me while saying, "That was quite a load you gave me, thanks!" I couldn't believe she just thanked me for pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her throat. "You taste really good, so I WILL do that again, just not right now." She kissed my tip before rising up to her feet and easily guiding me over to the couch. She stopped right in front of it before turning to me. "Would you like to remove my bikini?" Hell yes, I wanted to see her body completely so I immediately started trying to undo the ties. "Slow down," she said as I seemed to be making them tighter instead of undoing them. She let me finish and I gasped when her top finally dropped and I saw her unfettered tits for the first time. This was so much better than the sly peaks and nipple slips I had previously seen. I had watched Phoebe Cates' scene from 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High' hundreds of times and this was SOOO much better! Her tits are like Phoebe's but slightly fuller. "Oh god, Becca, you're beautiful!" I moaned as my fingers lightly touched her breasts. "You can squeeze them. I really like that. Oh god yes, that feels so good. Harder, squeeze them harder ......... yes just like that!" "Wow," I groaned as my hands kneaded her tits, feeling their heft. I marveled that they felt so soft and firm at the same time. Her nipples had swelled into points aimed right at me and my fingers latched onto them both. "Oh god yes, pinch my nipples! Oooo that's so good!" I leaned in slowly, not certain it would be okay, until my lips engulfed her right nipple. Our moans mingled as I sucked onto her tit and swirled my tongue around the spongy hardness. My hands remembered their task and they dropped to her hips where they worked much better at untying her bikini bottom. In no time it dropped from her hips and both of us were naked as the day we were born. Hating to leave her tits, I stood back upright and gazed at her naked loveliness, shocked at just how incredible her body was. "Oh my god ..." I gasped making her smile at me. "You are so ... so incredible! I ... I ... WOW!" Becca smiled at me then said, "Thank you, I'm glad you like the view. You are pretty incredible yourself!" Her hand stroked my shaft its full length as she asked, "When did you get this beauty?" Huh, I never thought of my cock as 'a beauty', more like an overgrown nuisance. "I've never had one this big before!" She sat on the couch seat with her ass hanging over the edge and her legs spread wide showing me her clean shaven pussy. "Get down here Tom. I'm so horny I know you won't have a problem putting that monster into me." Quickly I dropped to my knees and moved into position, my rock hard cock leading the way. She took my cock in her hand and placed me at her entrance after dragging my tip up and down her gash thus coating me with the juices that were seeping from her. With a slight tug her pussy lips spread and the first half of my tip slid right into her making us both gasp. Becca looked into my eyes as she said, "Never forget, Tom, that I was your first, and you were my biggest and first ever virgin cock." I nodded to her and she smiled as her hand pulled my shaft again. "OH!" she gasped as my crown disappeared along with about two more inches of my meat. "Oh my lord," I groaned as her moist warmth welcomed me into her. I had reached heaven and it was awesome! My god I loved the feeling of her pussy around my cock! Her hands moved to my hips where they again gently pulled me into her a bit more making me groan again. "Oooooh shit you're big," she gasped as her eyes flicked from my face to our joined sex and back. After a pause where each of us used rapid breaths she pushed my hips back until the ridge of my crown just barely emerged from her lips, spreading them as it pushed her open. She reversed her pressure and pulled my hips back into her until over half of my cock had disappeared. She chewed softly on her lower lip as she pushed me back like before and then pulled me into her again to about the same depth. Take Care of My Wife, Li'l Brother "Shit you feel so good in me," she moaned as her eyes locked onto my shaft where it pierced her. Now her hands were moving me in a constant in, out, in, out, in, out motion until they were just going along for the ride. My hips were moving on their own ... I was fucking my sister! I began giving her longer strokes when she suddenly put her hand on my stomach to stop my thrust. "Give me a chance to get used to you." Then she said, "Tom you have now entered MY virgin territory. No cock has ever reached where you are right now! Fuck me baby, but go slow for a bit." Holy crap, I had no idea I was that big. I mean, it's just been hanging down there like forever and I'm not a jock so I don't see any men in the buff. Sure I've seen some internet porn so most of the time I thought I was normal and maybe a little bit bigger than some. Yet when I looked down it was clear that I had nearly three inches left to get inside of her. My hips were moving slowly since I didn't want to hurt her by being over exuberant in my thrusting. I nearly couldn't hold back as I gasped, "Oh Becca, your pussy feels so good around my cock!" It felt as if I could sense each and every tiny ripple of her inner walls. "Oh baby, you're making my pussy feel SO GOOD!" she cooed. I slowed way down in an effort to tell each time I slid from one fold to another. This made Becca's body lurch and her eyes bugged out when I had about two or three inches inside of her. "Oh fuck! That's the spot! Rightthere! Rightthere! Oh god you're going to make ......... oh my god, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! RIGHT FUCKING THERE!" she cried out as she looked deeply into my eyes. Her pussy gripped onto my shaft super tight making it harder to move inside of her. Still I pressed on enjoying the incredible sensations her tight sex created. Becca lifted her feet and then clamped them behind me, locking her ankles against my ass. I winced as her fingers dug deeply into my arms as I watched her entire body clench. Suddenly she cried out, "Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! God baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! My god!" as each short sentence came in time with my short inward thrusts. Sweat appeared on her upper lip and her face flushed just before she gasped, "My god I'm going to CUMMMM!" Her feet and legs pulled against me hard driving me into her. I pushed back out and they did it again. We worked together like that as she quickly pleaded to me, "Fuck me hard and deep! Faster! Deeper! That's it ... oh my god ... cumming!" I was pounding into her with every thing I had as her entire body jerked and shook before me. My hips were pounding into her when after about a minute of this she cried out sharply and locked her legs solidly behind my butt, keeping me from moving back out at all. Her eyes were glazed over and she was shivering as if she was freezing, yet her body was radiating heat. Slowly her pussy relaxed its hold on my cock – one that felt incredible – and her eyes slowly went back into focus. I thought to myself, 'If I never see it again, seeing her eyes focus back onto me after her cum will be enough for a lifetime.' She went from the glazed vacant stare of a porcelain doll to a vaguely aware look as she recognized me to the look of shock from receiving what must have been one hell of a climax. "Jesus fuck," she softly moaned, "how the hell did you do THAT to me?" Becca took a deep breath before going on, "I thought I was going to teach you how to fuck but I have never cum so hard!" I leaned in to kiss her thus crushing the base of my cock against her engorged clit. After breaking our kiss she urged me to pull out of her, then she dropped down and quickly sucked my cock into the back of her mouth, cleaning half of my shaft of her juices. "Wow, you even made my pussy juices taste good!" Moments later I was sitting on the couch as she settled her girl cum dripping pussy back onto my twitching pillar. "Ooooh that's so good," she groaned and I moaned in agreement. My sister kissed every square millimeter of my face while her hips slowly moved up and down, side to side, back and forth and all around on my rock hard cock. I never knew such movements were possible. When we weren't kissing I managed to suck onto each of her luscious tits and make a valiant effort at coaxing milk out of her breasts. Couldn't do it but she loved my efforts. After about ten minutes like this she said, "Let me turn around," and she lifted her left leg up high and managed to slide it between us to her right side. Then she pivoted her pussy on my deeply imbedded cock until she was facing away from me with her legs on either side of mine. By leaning forwards a bit she was able to lift her ass off of me and then slide back down onto my shaft. "Oh Becca you feel so good like this!" I groaned as I worked both hands on her out of sight tits. "Oh yeah, fuck my cock! Oh shit that is SO good!" "You know it Tom. My pussy really loves your cock! Oooo yeah baby." We had been like this for about four minutes when I heard Chet mumble "Holy fuck ... I guess you really are taking care of her!" Becca had stopped all movement at the sound of his voice as even her pussy clutched onto me and held tight around me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you," he said and he turned to head back up the stairs. "Chet! Wait a minute," my sister said as her vaginal muscles rippled up and down my shaft. "Come here, Chet." My pal slowly did as she asked until he stood about a foot in front of us, his eyes locked onto her pussy where my cock's base was barely visible. She grabbed him by the waist band and pulled him closer, then her fingers magically untied his swimsuit's drawstring as she said, "John told you to take care of me, too. So drop this and move closer." I sucked in a huge load of air in my gasp as Chet went buck naked in no more than two seconds. He wasn't any where as long as I am but his hard stubby was THICK. I mean it was way thinker than either of our wrists and he was not quite fully hard. Becca leaned forward, her pussy pulling off of me about half way and she purred as her lips encircled his knob and she flicked her tongue on his tip. Fear shot through Chet's eyes as he glanced at me, then he grinned when he knew I was cool with it. Becca struggled to get his entire crown in her mouth as I watched the side of her mouth indicate her tongue was making circles around his most sensitive spot. She circled him about five times like that when he groaned, "Oh god, I've never felt anything like this!" Pulling her lips off of him she grinned up at him and sighed, "My god you are THICK! Wow, I get two really huge cocks and yet they are so different from each other!" Quickly she looked back at me and said, "Don't stop fucking me while I get him off, just don't cum inside of me." I resumed pumping my cock up into her hot pussy while Becca turned back to my buddy and slowly worked at taking his entire cock into her mouth! She hadn't managed that with my long dick but after somehow stretching her mouth wide enough to encircle him she pressed forward until her nose pressed deep into his abdomen. "Oh GOD!" he cried out when his cock reached the back of her mouth the first time. From my angle I could still see her tongue moving under him through her stretched tight cheek and I wondered how he was managing to withstand such movements. Less than a minute later I realized that he couldn't as Chet grabbed her head and pulled her tight against him even as his hips thrust into her. "OH FUCK!" he cried out as Becca's cheeks bulged then hollowed, bulged then hollowed several times as he filled her mouth with his cum. From my view she never lost a drop, her lips tightly sealed around his immense cock. At his first blast her eyes had bulged huge but she never wavered in her desire to drain him completely. I could tell he was finished pumping her mouth full but she still worked his cock as if she was just beginning to blow him. My movements slowed down as I wondered what she planned to do next. Becca's butt picked up the slack from my slower movements as she continued servicing him. About four minutes later I groaned as her pussy again clamped onto me and she groaned around his bulky cock and shook powerfully on my lap. Chet stumbled back just a bit when she slumped forward onto him but managed to control himself and move back into place. Her hips had stopped all motion again and I stilled my hips allowing her – and my super turned on cock – a chance to calm down. Incredible as it may be, I could still see her tongue moving under his monstrously thick shaft, a movement confirmed when Chet groaned and began pumping his rejuvenated shaft in and out of her mouth in about three inch thrusts. My buddy looked sad when her lips pulled off of him with a quite loud 'POP' sound, then he grinned as she said, "My god, you two really are taking care of me! I have never cum with two cocks in me and that one was intense! Now I really need to have two of them in me," and she pulled her pussy off of my granite pillar as she turned back to me between my legs. Three times she inhaled about half of my cock to the back of her throat, the last time she left a huge glob of spit right on my tip. "Move forward Tom so your ass hangs over the couch, yeah just like that!" Again she turned her back to me and straddled my legs while her hand reached down and grabbed onto my lance. Her ass moved down and she turned her face to mine as she beamed saying, "Bet you never thought you'd go around the world the first time you had sex!" Then I noticed her pussy wasn't as easy to enter. Suddenly I slid in about two inches and she gasped, "Oh god you're so big in my ass!" I leaned over a bit and looked under her only to see my cock disappear up into her poop deck. "Christ Becca!" I gasped. "Fucking 'A' that's hot!" came from Chet. When she had about half my cock within her butt Becca pulled Chet back to her and she sucked him some more while her hips worked at getting me fully within her. Several times I thought I was fully inside her only to feel her intestine reposition itself and my shaft would slide in a bit more. There was about two inches still outside of her when she looked back at me and sighed, "Guess that's all I can handle back there. You really feel good though. Fuck me for a bit and then stop." I did that while she worked over the stubby in front of her and after about a minute or so she asked me to stop moving. "Spread your legs Tom ... no wider. Okay, now Chet I need you to get down between our legs." Chet slowly knelt before her (us?) as he gawked at my cock sticking out of her tight ass. "Okay Chet honey, work that bad boy into me." "Holy hell!" he said as his eyes shot up to mine and then back to her pussy juice leaking cunt. "Oh god I don't believe this is happening," he said as he lined up with her opening and pushed. Becca reached down and adjusted him and then he pushed again and I felt her ass get incredibly tight. We all moaned at the sensation then Chet gasped, "Oh my god, your pussy feels so good around me!" He leaned in and kissed my sister then for the first time ever. She kissed him back with force and he groaned again. "Oh god, your two are stretching me so far ... so good!" she croaked out while gasping for breath. "Okay Tom, you can move now, just go slow at first." I started moving my cock up and down as best I could, probably only about three or four inches at a time. Then Chet began moving his fat stubby into her as Becca began non-stop moaning and groaning and her face became lust coated. Before he got the motion down his cock popped out of her but each time Becca told him it was all right and guided him back in. "Remember Chet, you can't cum in my pussy. If you think you are going to cum you must pull out!" Chet grunted his understanding and I asked, "How about in your ass?" "Oh gosh yes! I've never had a guy in my ass before but I know I can't get pregnant from you cumming in there! I've never been fucked by two guys at once before!" Chet and I had gotten into a good rhythm of alternate thrusting as each of us struggled with her tightness. The moans coming from the three of us halted instantly when Brad choked out "OH SHIT! I'M SORRY!" as he turned and started to make a hasty retreat. Becca spoke first as she called out, "Wait, don't go! Come back here Brad." "But..." With a sly grin she said, "John said for all three of you to take good care of me and I still have one hole empty. Won't you please fill it?" "Oh gawdddd ........." he groaned as he stepped towards us slowly. Suddenly realizing Chet and I were grinning at him Brad lost his trunks in no time and hurried to stand next to Becca's head. "Mmmm," she moaned as she took his rising shaft in her hand and guided him to her lips. "Yummy," she said after slurping him for a few seconds. "Come on men, don't just sit there, fuck me!" Chet and I both did as I marveled that it was the first time anybody had really referred to us as 'men'. I felt her body tense as I pumped up into her ass and Chet slowly pressed his fat prick into her pussy over and over. I can't think of the words to describe how it felt to be fucking her ass while Chet's cock kept penetrating her pussy even as she gobbled up Brad's straight six inches. His was about as big around as mine, well, maybe a little bit smaller but still not skinny. My cock was getting really worked up after fucking her pussy and ass for so long, even after her incredible blow job. I figured Chet was okay but I could tell Becca was working wonders on Brad just as she had with Chet and me. "Oh my god this is so good," Becca cried out around the meat in her mouth. Brad moaned hard and I saw him tense and press forward. Becca pulled off of him and quickly cried out, "Fuck me, keep fucking me!" Then she slammed her face back onto Brad's bright red shaft, her tongue moving around it under her cheek. Less than a minute later Becca gasped around Brad's cock, a sensation than made him cry out and the two of them erupt into powerful orgasms. Her hips went nuts between Chet and I while I thrust hard into her horny ass and my balls erupted shooting huge globs of cream into her formerly exit only channel. She jerked when my first blast powered into her then she resumed sucking the life out of Brad's spewing cock. Chet held in there doing as she asked while he chewed and sucked on her left nipple directly in front of him. I think we stopped cumming as one, although a few tremors passed through her turned on body as she slumped onto me. It wasn't until we calmed down that I noticed Chet had stopped moving, partly because he suddenly resumed pumping into her pussy with three inch thrusts, each of which made Becca moan. Brad stumbled back, his flagging cum dripping cock waving half hard before him as he groaned, "God damn that was awesome! Thanks Becca, you're the greatest!" "Where do you think you're going Hon?" "Um, back to the pool." "You get right back over here Brad, unless you don't want to fuck me. You do don't you!" "Oh shit!" he said as he quickly moved back to where the three of us were. I marveled that his cock was on the rise again, a fact that my sister noticed with glee. Chet pulled out of her pussy with mutual groans for the two of them, then Becca looked back at me and said, "You're the best brother ever; thanks for cumming in my ass. I loved it!" With that she pulled up and off of me and spun instantly to suck my cock into her mouth as far as she could get it. "There, now you aren't too messy." Fuck me if I wasn't shocked that she would suck my cock after it was in her ass but she did it happily. Once she was satisfied with her cleaning job Becca told Chet to sit right next to me. It took some doing on her part but my cum oozing from her back door helped lube it up enough for his fat prick to slip into her loosened up ass. "My god your cock is fucking huge!" she gasped making Chet grin from ear to ear. He had always felt inferior to porn guys and now he felt like a big stud. Grabbing Brad by the cock she pulled him to her and worked her mouth on him making sure he was hard and ready for her pussy – something I didn't think was a problem. Just as she was going to let him loose she groaned and sucked hard as she shook violently on Chet's cock. Her hand flew out and grabbed onto my leg, squeezing me tight as her body came powerfully from having that fat stubby up her ass. I was worried that Brad was going to pop again the way her mouth latched onto him and attacked for all she was worth. Happily for them both he managed to hold back and finally she let him slip from her lips. Her body stopped its convulsions and she managed to twist around to look at Chet behind her. "My god, I have never cum like that before! Thank you so much Chet!" By the time she turned back around Brad was knelling before her and ready to get his cock in a pussy for the first time. "Only one rule Brad, you can't cum in my pussy. Okay?" "As long as I get to fuck you that's no problem at all!" With that she lined him up and pulled him into her, not stopping until he was fully buried inside of her. Once more all three of them moaned at the inconceivable sensations they were each feeling. It was evident that Chet couldn't move very much but with Brad's cock moving through her vaginal passage above him combined with her hot anal tightness and continuous clenching from her anal ring he got worked up quite nicely. "Come here Tom," she said and I stood up close to her. My cock had gone about half way down so she quickly sucked me to the entrance of her throat, and then she pushed forward taking everything I had down her throat. I thought I was going to pass out from the feelings of her throat encompassing my shaft to my balls. "Holy shit Becca," Chet gasped from his vantage point, making Brad switch from looking at the first pussy he had ever entered. "My god! How the fuck?" "Just fuck me," she begged after pulling all the way off of me. Brad shrugged his shoulders and pumped her pussy hard as he turned back to look at her pussy with his shaft stuck into it. "Oh yes," she said then her lips engulfed my cock once more and she pressed forward taking my cock to the balls again. I groaned at the blessed sensations she was giving me as I began fucking her face, noting that she loved it. About the sixth or seventh time I crushed my balls against her chin Chet groaned while his features turned slightly reddish and his hips rose off the couch about six inches. Becca knew what was happening as she ripped her face off of me and turned to stare into his eyes. "DO IT! Cum in my ass! Give it to me Chet ... fucking fill my ass!" "Oh shit yes," he croaked and he started pumping her rectum full with his white hot cream. It looked to me that the instant he shot his first salvo into her Becca cried out and began shaking madly as her orgasm pummeled her body. She latched onto my shaft and resumed sucking it frantically as if she wanted me to cum along with them. That was not going to happen as my balls had been well drained twice already. I knew Brad was struggling to hold off his own explosion since he was in the no cum zone. He let out a long sigh of relief about half a minute after both of them stopped cumming. Chet dropped his ass back onto the couch and sat there breathing hard while playing with Becca's tits. Becca stopped worshipping my cock and pulled back from me with an audible slurp. Turning her face to the back she said, "Thanks Chet, your cock really got me off. You MEN are really taking good care of me tonight!" Holding to my arm she pushed Brad back and out of her then she slowly stood up before pivoting and inhaling Chet's wilting but fat stubby. She worked her lips and tongue expertly as she unabashedly cleaned his cock of her copious ass juices. Take Care of My Wife, Li'l Brother Suddenly Chet held her head and gasped "Oh fuck, that feels so good ... if you don't stop I'm going to cum again." With that source of encouragement my sister gave it to him with all she had. About a minute later her cheeks bulged as Chet thrust his hips into the air and groaned loudly. This helped drive her face even tighter onto him, her nose disappeared into his taut stomach while she held tight against him and worked her tongue devilishly. I thought Chet was finished when suddenly his ass rose higher and he yelled, "FUCK!!" then hung suspended like that for about ten seconds before the two of them dropped like a rock. His chest was heaving mightily while our horny lady made certain that she hadn't missed any of his juice. Finally she slowly pulled her lips off of him and sat back on her tucked under feet. "Thanks Chet, I loved every second and every drop of it!" "Oh no, it's thank you!" he replied through his gasps for more air. "You are welcome, all of you. You certainly have taken care of me like my husband told you to. I will expect this again whenever he tells you men that." Smiles broke out all around (tired ones but smiles none the less) even as Brad looked down at his slightly wilting shaft. "No Brad, I'm not through with you yet, unless you don't want to fuck my ass." "I DO!" he said quite rapidly making Chet and I laugh at him. Becca shot disapproving looks to us before she said, "Bring that lovely fuck tool over here so I can get you rock hard again." He did even though it looked to me like he could all ready drive in railroad spikes with his hammer. She gave him all the attention he could ask for before letting him loose with a grin. "YOU get to do me doggie style," she said as she dropped onto her hands and knees right in front of Chet where he sat recovering. Brad knelt down behind her and went to shove his cock into her butt. "Whoops, wrong hole lover," she said with a lilt to her voice. "You've already had that one." Her hand repositioned him then she softly gasped "Ohhhh yessss." Brad pressed forwards, her fully stretched ass easily handling his manhood. "Oh shit that feels good," he groaned as his crotch pressed tight against her cheeks. After about five slow in and out movements his pace picked up until he was pounding her with every bit of strength he had left. Over the moans and groans of intense fucking Chet croaked out, "Holy shit, he's really pounding her ass!" I mumbled my agreement as Becca turned her face to Chet and smiled. Moving in perfect timing with the cock that was destroying her ass she used her arms to drive her body back onto Brad's cock nearly knocking him over the first time. For some reason he reached forward and pulled her hair thus pulling her head back as far as it could go. A few minutes later she cried out, "Oh god yes Brad, pound my ass! Ream my butt with your cock!" as her arms began to shake. "Oh fuck..." Brad managed to say as his muscles tensed. "Yesss ... there it is!" my sister screamed as she began shaking violently and loosing all timing with her backward thrusts. Brad dropped her hair as he grabbed both of her shoulders using them for leverage as he attempted to drive his six inches a foot deep in her ass. Chet and I gawked at them and each of us gasped when Brad tried to pull back but couldn't due to the tightness of her ass. I have no idea how long they came but it seemed like nearly forever. Eventually their movements slowed and lost the power from earlier. Brad leaned forwards dropping his forehead onto her back as he struggled to breathe. Then Becca's arms gave out and they both fell forward as her ass was still gripping him tightly. She moaned as she moved downwards and then loudly groaned when Brad instantly pressed his cock even deeper into her ass thanks to momentum and gravity. Thinking he had hurt her Brad said, "Oh sorry," and started trying to lift off of her. "No, stay there!" "Oh." No sound was heard for several moments until Chet softly said, "Now that was an ass fucking!" Becca laughed softly as she said, "You're telling me? It was MY ass! Damn that was good!" We all heard her groan as her current ass invader slipped from her warmth. Brad eased himself off of her only to have her motion for him to move around to where her face was. Somehow she lifted her head enough to gently inhale his shaft and thoroughly clean him of her ass juices and mixed cum loads. I figured she was too wasted but just in case Brad pulled back saying "No more! I'm way too sensitive now!" My sister just laid her head back on the carpet and lay there immobile with her ass sticking up into the air as an open invitation to any who might want to use it. None of us could. Finally my buddies pulled on their swim suits and gave me tired grins. "You guys heading home?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm beat," Chet said. "Ditto. "Okay, but you'll have to walk. I need to stay here with Becca." Both of them groaned even as they nodded their understanding. They stood up to leave and Becca rolled onto her side, her arms out towards them both. They both moved to her and in turn they each gave her a hug and deep kiss. Strange but I felt a twinge of jealousy when they did that. Their going round the world with her was alright but kissing her with tongues was too much – how wacked out is that? The male mind is a strange thing. With a soft voice Becca said, "I'm so glad John told you 'boys' to take care of me. It took some real men to make me feel like I do right now. God how I needed it! I can't wait until he leaves you guys with me again!" In unison they both exclaimed, "You mean ......" "I certainly do! Goodnight men." Chet beamed a Cheshire cat grin as he exclaimed, "WOW! Thanks, you were great! See ya Tom." Brad spoke almost in unison with him by saying, "Hot damn! Later Tom. Thanks again Becca, this has been the best night ever!" The two of them slowly pulled themselves up the stairs and out the door, heading home with untold thoughts of how they had just lost their male cherries in a big way. After they had closed the door behind them Becca looked at me silently, then softly asked, "Mind helping me up and joining me in the shower?" "Sounds like a plan." Silently we walked together to the master bathroom where Becca stepped right into the shower and turned on the water. My brother has one hell of a house and the water was at perfect temperature instantly so I quickly joined her beneath the spray. I took the soap and worked up a great lather and began washing her from head to toe – make that from toe to head as I started at her feet. I was behind her washing her back when she just leaned back against me with her head down. Wrapping my arms around her I softly asked, "Are you alright?" "God I'm such a slut! I cheated on my husband and took the virginity of three young men in one night! Not only that but I took every one of them in each of my holes and with all of them at the same time! My god you must hate me!" She covered her face in her hands and bawled like crazy as her eyes tried to keep up with the shower spray. "No you're wrong ... I love you! All three of us love you and have hoped for something like tonight for years!" I turned her sobbing body in my arms until we stood chest to chest, cock to cunt in the glorious spray. She clung super tight to me as I went on, "My dumb ass brother has been telling us to do this for years and we finally acted on it! I for one hope to continue acting on it for as long as you will let me! Don't hate me for thinking like this." "'K" was all she said as we clung together. Finally she recovered and I quickly finished her back before thoroughly – and I mean that in the strongest terms possible – cleaning her chest and stomach. Damn her tits are so fine! After rinsing her body I slipped to my knees before her and used my fingers and tongue to check my work. It was important to make sure I had cleaned her pussy completely. The first time my tongue touched her clit Becca gasped and her body lurched. On the third slurp of my tongue over her clit she wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me loosely for a long time. No girl that I had managed to take on a date had let me reach this spot so I was going to make the most of it. I had watched many porn flicks where the guy made the woman cum hard with his tongue. Hell, I had even stood before the bathroom mirror and tried to practice their tongue movements, a task that I now know to be harder with no pussy in front of you. I slipped my right index finger into her slit and she groaned in pleasure, her hands getting tighter around my head. Soon I was finger fucking her with three fingers. She loved it when my tongue and fingers switched places and I liked the taste and feel of her pussy's inner folds. I had my fingers buried to my palm and was basically giving her hard clit a mini blow job, my tongue flicking rapidly on it, when her knees shook and her fingers pulled on my hair. Half a second later she screamed my name while her hips humped at my face rapidly. With my arm wrapped around her thighs I held her up as she came down from a powerful orgasm. I think she had exclaimed "Oh god!" at least two dozen times during and just after her climax. I felt great that I had been able to give her that much relief on my first ever attempt at eating pussy. As I pulled my fingers from her super hot cunt I felt them pass over a slightly different feeling spongy spot and she gasped, "Oh my god!" and shook hard once more. That location I would certainly remember! Once she had recovered we kissed lovingly for several moments before she whispered, "My turn now lover." She rapidly and effectively washed my entire body, finishing with my cock where she suddenly slowed way down. I stood there watching her face as she stared down at my granite spear in her hands. She worked her fingers from end to end giving my mushroom head a tight twist. Then she would tighten her grasp and press her hands slowly down to my base before slowly working her way back to my tip again. Her eyes never left my cock in her hands. Very slowly she sank to her knees until she had rinsed me and was now kneeling before me with her eyes still locked on the cock head directly in front of her mouth. Her eyes followed my tip until it disappeared into her mouth, then moved up to my base as she struggled to get me down her throat. She looked up at me with half my cock in her mouth and sort of smiled then pulled back and pressed forward with much more determination. "Oh fuck," I groaned as she took me into her throat, not stopping until her nose pressed into my pubic hair. Becca didn't stop there as she ground her face at me and swallowed several times around my shaft making me lurch before her. She then pulled all the way back until no more than a quarter inch of my tip remained within her lips before taking me back down her throat again. It was really feeling good but I wanted her pussy again so I pulled her off of me and back onto her feet. She had a hurt look on her face before I said, "Hold onto me." Then I lifted her up with my hands holding her legs spread wide. Instantly she grinned and wrapped them around my ass as she held to my neck. I easily found her gash and dropped her straight down onto me. We both gasped at the shock of that entry, then her hips started moving on me as I lifted her ass about six inches before dropping her back down. The two of us continued like this for several minutes before her hand reached out and turned off the water. While drip drying as we fucked she whispered, "Take me to bed and fuck me! Fuck me hard baby." I'm telling you that was exactly what I had planned on doing, only I thought we might dry off first. Uh, uh, no way did she have time for that. Becca moaned into my mouth as I carried her and then gasped her pleasure as I eased her onto the bed on her back. "Yes!" she cried out with my first hard thrust with her lying beneath me. Some moments later she released her arms from around my neck and I pressed my upper body up onto my outstretched arms to take my weight off of her. I looked down her body, still not believing I was watching my cock slicing deeply into her clean shaved pussy. She was taking it all and begging for harder and harder thrusts. My eyes traveled up her body and I was mesmerized by the sight of her luscious tits bouncing round and round on her chest. They weren't moving floppily, but more like Jell-o filled round balloons in slow motion. Damn they looked fine! So fine that I dropped my head and sucked her left nipple deeply into my mouth. My tongue worked her hard nubbin with gusto and Becca grabbed the sheets with both hands and pulled hard. "My god, don't stop Tom," she cried out as her body lurched and her hips bounced beneath me. I didn't and her back arched as her head rocked back until she could almost touch her nose to the sheets beneath her. I pulled my cock back until I felt it rub past that area I had found in the shower. Then I gave her fast but short 2 inch thrusts centered right on it and my sister screamed guttural sounds as she wrapped her legs super tight around my ass. My head lifted up from her chest and I watched her thrashing beneath me while continuing with my short but precise thrusts. After about thirty of those I gave her a full length thrust that crushed my pubic bone against her clit. "Oh fuck!" she gasped while her head pulled forward and we locked eyes. I pulled back and pumped her special spot about ten times then slammed fully into her again making her cry out, "Oh god I'm cumming again! Fuck me Tom, fuck me!" Giving her this circuit three more times and I felt my balls cry for relief while she shook even harder and found sound creation impossible. "I need to cum!" I gasped as I tried to pull out of her. Becca's legs really pulled hard then and she drove my cock into her deeper than ever as she some how managed to croak out, "Give it to me! I want your cum! Cum in me damn it!" Two more super short but fully deep thrusts and her vaginal walls tightened even more pushing me over the edge. I felt the white hot sperm shoot up my shaft and blast against the back wall of her pussy just before she gasped, "Oh there it is! Cum with me, oh god give me your cum!" After that all she could do was emit groans and guttural sounds that had no real meaning other than she was totally satisfied. I joined her with my own grunts and groans as I finished pumping her full with cum and then slowly eased up on my thrusts. Finally my hips stopped with my shaft balls deep. Somehow I managed to gasp "Holy fuck," as my body sank down fully on top of her again. From beneath me came a very faint, "I'll say ..." that faded away in spite of its being hard to hear in the first place. We lay like that for several moments until she softly said, "Roll us over so I'm on top." I did and she thanked me with a kiss. I didn't say anything as my mind tried to figure out the appropriate thing to say after fucking your brother's wife and pumping her pussy full with a couple million sperm cells. In the end I settled for hugging her tightly and giving her little kisses on the side of her neck, something she really enjoyed. (Yup, another thing to remember later.) Becca snuggled down even closer to me if possible while emitting a contented sound. After nearly ten minutes she kissed my chest and lay her head back down then said, "Damn it this is so nice!" Her hips wiggled slightly moving my softening cock in and out of her filled to the brim pussy. My head lifted in surprise as I wondered it she wanted more. That was hard to believe if true. I dropped my head softly saying, "Fuck me I'm tired." Becca giggled and quietly responded, "I already did and I am too." Moments later her breathing went into a steady pattern and I knew she was asleep. I stroked her hair then ran my fingers down her back and gave her fine ass a gentle squeeze just before I closed my eyes and joined her. ******** I opened my eyes to see it was still dark. Trying to fully awaken I wondered at the heavy weight on my chest and then noticed it was wiggling and making my rock hard cock feel really good. I sucked in my breath when I realized I really HAD fucked my sister ... the same woman who had fallen asleep on me earlier and was now working her pussy on my cock. My hips gave a powerful upwards thrust burying my shaft inside her and she groaned. Another hard thrust into her and a sleepy voice groaned "What ... John? Who? Oh god Tom, that feels so good!" She kissed me gently and apologized for calling me by my brother's name then she rose up and sat on my rock hard stalagmite cock. "Oh my lord you feel so much better than he does! Ooooo I like this," and she rocked and rolled her hips while keeping my shaft as deep inside of her as possible. "Your pussy really feels good on me," I said as I put my hands to her tits and began squeezing and kneading them. Her nipples quickly turned to stone points so I pulled her right one to my lips and worked it feverishly with my tongue. Becca was working her pussy all over my cock as she rode me in relative silence. "How did you get your cock back inside of me?" she asked as her hips started moving faster. "I didn't," I said as I tilted my hips upwards giving her just a bit more shaft to sit on. "When I woke up you were lying on top of me. By moving your hips I guess you were fucking me in your sleep. It sure is a nice way to wake up!" To emphasize that I gave her a powerful up thrust with my cock. "Oh god baby, you're making my pussy feel so good!" she gasped as I lifted her with my lance. Moments later she started rapidly rocking her hips forward and back putting extreme pressure on both her clit and g-spot. My cock liked it too as I just made sure she had plenty of cock to work on. We had been fucking for about fifteen minutes when she started loosing her coordination. At the same instant her vagina clamped around me super tight and I gasped "Oh shit I'm going to cuuuuummmmm!" "DO IT!" she cried out. "Give it to me! Oh god I'm cumming! Cumming all over your big cock!" I was able to start pumping my shaft up into her as I spurted deep within her and she exclaimed, "Cum in me! I want it all! Cum with me and fill me with your spunk! Oh! Oh! Oh god yes!" Becca rolled her hips forward and thus crushed her clit against my pubic bone as she pushed her climax to a new height. Her muscles tensed and her eyes bugged out as she stared into my own during her incredible climactic release. My balls ran out of sperm but they tried to accommodate her hungry pussy to no avail. Her hips were frantically moving against me until she screamed some wild sound that hung in the air for many seconds and then she went dead still. Her fingers were tightly gripping my upper arms as her tense body shook with orgasmic aftershocks. After what seemed like a very long time she softly let the air out of her lungs and shook her upper body. Then she blinked and groaned, "Holy fuck, I think I married the wrong brother! You are incredible." I grinned up at her as I pressed my cock even harder up and into her horny cunt making her groan some more. "That could be, but I think you just needed a good fucking which makes my brother dumber than a post!" Slowly she dropped her torso down onto mine and we kissed passionately. With our lips still pressed together she softly said, "Yes I did, but you three took care of that quite nicely! Oh fuck I love how your cock feels inside of me!" I couldn't respond as we locked lips again and our tongues dueled for many long moments. ******** Light was shining in past the window shades when I woke up to a weightless chest and an incredible sensation around my cock. Looking down I saw the most beautiful woman in the solar system with three fourths of my cock down her throat. She pressed slowly down and then bounced on me with my entire shaft down her throat. Take Care of My Wife, Li'l Brother "Fuck that feels good," I said making her look up to me with happy eyes. She slowly pulled back off of me with her tongue going nuts along my underside causing me to gasp, "Oh fucking hell!" Her lips left my tip with a loud 'POP' then she grinned up at me and said, "That's the idea, sleepy head. I thought you were going to cum before waking up!" "That is something I would hate to miss. Come here." She crawled up my body and I pulled her into another passionate kiss loaded with lots of tongue and body rubbing. Her hand never left my shaft as she stroked me gently non-stop. I moved my left hand to her pussy but she wiggled away saying, "Oh no, you can play later. Right now I want to finish thanking you for last night." Her lips engulfed my cock head and her tongue flicked all around it for a few seconds before she pulled off of me with a huge smile. "Now just lie back and enjoy this as I enjoy one powerful piece of maleness." Not wanting to miss a moment of this I grabbed both pillows and stuffed them under my head. She laughed at me before asking, "Are you ready yet? Is it okay if I do this now? Good, now enjoy the show while I enjoy you." Based on my first ever blowjob there was no way I ever expected any female to tell me that! Becca on the other hand seemed to love giving head, and even more so when it was my shaft she was working on. And work it she did! Don't ask me why but I had glanced at the alarm clock when I grabbed the pillows and it was 7:45. She would be working her lips and tongue around me super hard, sucking like mad, and then switch to a feather light touch that sent shivers of excitement up and down my spine. She would take me deep over and over and then just work my tip while using her hands to slowly jerk the rest of my shaft. This was no ordinary blowjob, of that I was certain! My brother's wife was making love to my cock, pouring everything she had into making me and my cock feel more incredible than any person before ever had. Several times I groaned as my balls primed to shoot when she wrapped her fingers and thumb super tight around my base and cut off the flow of cum. My balls thought they were pumping her mouth full but there was no where for the cum to go. Three times I cried out in release only to find I was denied that result. I didn't know this type of male orgasm was even possible but she proved to me that it most certainly is. I struggled to keep my eyes open and it was obvious she was enjoying tormenting me like this. I thought about begging her to let me cum but then I thought maybe that is what she wanted me to do so I groaned and held back my plea. She would pound her face fully onto my cock a few times and then stop with her lips just barely covering my mushroom head as her tongue swirled around it softly. Then she would slowly engulf my shaft taking nearly forever to reach the bottom while her tongue went wild around me. Then she would pull back a few inches and push back onto me a few times before finally pulling very slowly back off of me, her tongue still doing miraculous things to my shaft. My balls were growing quite uncomfortable again as my sister adored my cock with her hands and her mouth. She was stroking me as her mouth and throat engulfed and then pulled off of my rock hard shaft while I shook hard and groaned in need. I think I heard her giggle when her lips were barely around me but it died as she shoved her tightly gripping hand down my shaft and followed right behind with her lips. "Oh fucking hell this feels so good!" I groaned as my hips tried pumping up and down. This only intensified her efforts and as my balls again screamed loudly for release I softly whimpered, "Oh fuck, please ..." and Becca pulled both hands from my base and drove her face into my crotch. "SHIT!!!" I shouted as my first blast of cum rocketed out of my lance and instantly entered her stomach. "OH FUCK!" I groaned as another huge rope shot out of my sensitive cock head and straight into her throat. She suddenly pulled back until only about two inches was within her mouth. Her hands returned to my shaft and pumped it for all they were worth as her tongue swirled and flicked round and round my cock head. Meanwhile even as I came she moaned louder than I was and her body was shaking she continued sucking onto me harder than I thought a human could. The exquisite agony of this cum was so intense that my fingers tore the sheets as my head flung from side to side. Even as I was withering through it I noticed the clock boldly telling me 10:10! Just then I thrust my hips about a foot into the air and cried out "SHIIIITTTTTT!" before my hips dropped back to the torn sheets. My moans and groans went on pretty much non-stop until she finally pulled her lips from my worn out cock. I felt as if I had just run a double marathon, my chest heaving in search of more air. Becca was kissing all over my shaft from end to end as she maintained my cock's excitement level. When ever some left over cum oozed out of my slit she would coo happily and inhale just my tip before sucking onto me forcefully again. I lurched nearly upright each time she did that only to hear her giggle with a mouthful (that is a strange sound) as I fell backwards. "Ho ... ly ... fuck!" I managed to get out as she licked up the last few drops of jizm that drained from my overly sensitive tip. She eased her lips gently around just my tip, barely covering my flared ridge. I moaned softly as her mouth exerted very soft suction onto my cock head while her tongue gave me butterfly kisses as it flicked all over me. "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt," I moaned as I felt as if my insides was oozing out of my piss hole. "Mmmmmmmmm," Becca groaned at the same instant while our eyes locked together for several seconds. My hips shook and my eyes clamped shut at the exquisite pleasure/pain coursing through my shaft and finally she sucked harder and then pulled off of me with an audible 'pop'. I guess she had just lifted up onto her arm and watched me, smiling down at me when I finally opened my eyes. Carefully she opened her mouth and showed me it was fairly full of white cream, then she swallowed it down before licking her lips with a satisfied sigh. "God Becca, how could you do that?" "I'll take that as I sign that you liked it!" She leaned down and kissed me passionately for several moments before finally raising back up and going on. "I absolutely love sucking a cock to completion! As long as I'm not horny it's better than sex since I really get off on it!" "You do?!" "Oh god yes! I'll bet you didn't know that while I did that to you I came five times just from sucking on your cock." "No way!" "Oh yeah and I'm not counting the many smaller climaxes that rumbled through me. God I love you and your fabulous cock!" "Damn girl," I said as I tried to fathom that revelation while recovering from her ... shit, 'blowjob' just seems so weak for what she just finished doing to me ... extreme cock loving. We just lay there holding each other as we talked about our new relationship. Neither of us was ready yet for any more love making. Finally we got up and showered together. No hanky panky though. After a light breakfast we went out to the pool and noticed the plume of smoke from the factory was still filling the air. Luckily it was rising quite high and then blowing away from us. I went for a swim while Becca just sat on the edge of the pool watching me glide back and forth. After about twenty laps I slipped between her legs and asked her "Are you going to get in here?" "Not just yet," she said in her sexy voice. My arms wrapped around her thighs then and I dropped my lips to her pussy, where I gave it soft fluttery kisses that made her wiggle before me as she cooed softly. Her legs parted a bit more and I slipped my tongue into her slit slurping up and down her gash hungrily. "Oh Tom ..." she moaned as her hands dropped softly onto my head. My tongue would slide up and down her gash several times before I would plunge it as deep into her hot pussy as possible. It was a struggle but, pretending I was part of my dad's favorite rock band Kiss, my tongue stretched waaaayyy out making its point stroke against the roof of her vagina. Becca was moaning as I worked on her but suddenly she shook hard and I noticed I had touched that special spot from last night's explorations. I slid my tongue on it again just a bit harder. "Oh god baby!" she gasped. Once more and "Oh shit ... please Tom ... please make ..." and again this time harder, "... oh god I'm going to cum! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH FUCK! YES! YES!" My fingers gently slipped over her clit and she screamed while her fingers yanked onto my hair and her body molded over my head in her crotch. "SHIT! Cumming! Oh yes cumming ... ohgod ... oh baby ... oh god FUCK!!!!" And then she screamed some unknown sound again as her pussy squirted its juices right into my mouth! I swallowed down a large quantity of her juices as my fingers worked onto her clit a bit harder, not enough to cause pain but enough to propel her orgasm to new heights. Her legs locked around my back and her curled over body rocked and shimmied around me as she came and came and came. Finally I felt her climax waning and I eased back on my tongue's efforts. She was lurching and shaking as one aftershock after another powered through her body. Then I noticed it was different, her body was now shaking from her sobs. I lifted my head and stroked my fingers along her cheek. Before I could say anything she choked out, "Oh baby, they're tears of happiness! Don't worry Tom, it was wonderful. YOU were wonderful! I haven't felt a man between my legs like that in so long, and you really are a natural at eating pussy!" Then she gave a satisfied sigh and slumped over me again. After at least five minutes recovery time Becca looked into my eyes and softly asked, "Did you make me squirt?" I grinned at her while nodding that I had. "Jesus!" Her eyes got all misty again then she shook and said, "That has never happened before! I guess that little brother is quite the man!" "Just trying to keep things even." "Don't you dare do that to me for over two hours! I'd be dead long before that!" I laughed at her and kissed her, then suggested we might want to at least put our swim suits back on, just in case. Becca sadly agreed and soon we were back in the pool swimming and fooling around playfully once more. After awhile I was hanging by the edge of the pool, my back to the patio door, when Becca looked past me and whispered, "Stay put, and don't forget me." As she spoke her hand had reached up my leg opening in my trunks and grasped my cock, giving me three good jerks. Then she dropped straight down out of sight as John stepped out of the house. "Where's Becca?" "She's ..." and I nearly shit as her mouth engulfed my shaft and swallowed me to the root twice making me nearly gasp as I answered him. Recovering a little bit I haltingly went on, "She's ... um ... swimming somewhere ... down there ..." and I stifled a groan as my hand waved over the pool area. Then Becca pulled off of my cock and like a fish shot deep underwater only to emerge on the other side of the pool. "Oh hi honey!" she said surprisingly brightly. "Are you back for the rest of the day?" Even as she asked that she climbed out of the pool and quickly moved to my brother's side. "Hell no, I still have a huge mess to deal with and the fire isn't out yet. Can't locate three workers and that will be a ton of paperwork for me if things don't pan out. I just got a lift home so I can shower and then drive my car back." They kissed quickly before he asked, "Did you two eat yet?" Quickly Becca smiled and replied, "Yes we did," while I wondered when we had. "I had some high protein sausage and Tom had a tossed salad." I nearly shit when she said that but instead looked to my brother while he laughed saying, "Shit boy, you'll never become a man if you don't eat better than that!" Some how I managed to keep a straight face as I replied, "That's okay, I rather liked it, especially the dressing." "What ever Dickless." He gave me his asshole grin then walked back inside saying he was going to shower and head back. Becca watched him head towards their bedroom, knowing that from there it was impossible for him to see into the pool area. She dove back into the water and while still submerged inhaled my dick again bringing me back to full hardness in record time. Releasing me her head bobbed to the surface just as her legs wrapped around my hips. Her fingers grabbed my cock and guided me to her pussy where her other hand was holding her bottoms to the side. "Fuck me!" she whispered into my ear. "Fuck me fast and hard ... oh god Tom fuck me NOW!" I'm not so sure who fucked whom. It was probably a toss up as we made some incredible waves together as her pussy pounded onto my shaft while I slammed my hips into her driving my cock to the hilt over and over. The entire time her pussy was gripping me tighter than ever before, making me know that it wouldn't take me long to cum again. About four minutes after we started she locked her eyes onto mine and gasped, "Oh yes, fuck me." Then seconds later her voice became a soft guttural snarl as she begged "Fuck me harder, damn it! Oh god yes! FASTER! Oh god! Oh god! Fuck me! Oh shit I'm cumming!" Her legs locked our pelvises together making any thrusts by me impossible. However her hips were rocking and tilting hard against me while incredibly her pulsating pussy gripped tighter around me, then released only to re-grip even tighter. "Oh shit!" I gasped as my balls blasted their seed deeply within her pussy, boring holes instantly into the deepest wall of her insides. She moaned hard as she shook violently in front of me while clinging to me tightly. And then all movement stopped. The only real motions were my cock shaft throbbing bigger and then shrinking over and over as it tried to shoot more cum into her, while her pussy muscles shivered and flexed around my deeply imbedded shaft. We clung together like that for many moments until she floated up and then drifted away from me with a sultry look in her eyes. She didn't say anything out loud but her lips mouthed out the words, 'Thank you baby.' She had floated about twelve feet from me when John stepped out and said, "Okay, I'm leaving now. Are you okay honey?" She nodded that she was and he said, "All right then, I'm out of here. I won't be home till late tomorrow night at the earliest. What a fucking mess! Hey boy, take good care of my wife while I'm gone!" Before I could tell him that I would he was gone with a laugh. We heard his car engine roar to life and then the squeal of his tires as he sped off back to work again. My eyes never left those of his wife as she lazily treaded water across the pool from me. "Are you really okay?" "Oh god am I." I was mesmerized watching her eyes as they stared back at me while she slowly drifted closer and closer to me. Becca smiled as she stopped in front of me, her bikini clad breasts rubbing against my chest. "You have made me VERY okay. Just remember, my husband just told you to take good care of me, and I fully expect you to do just that!" "I'd love to," slid from my lips just before hers engulfed mine and we kissed gently yet passionately. In seconds her bikini pieces floated away from us followed quickly by my swim trunks being tossed aside with a flick of her wrist. I couldn't believe how horny this sexy woman could make me when seconds later her hand stopped stroking my cock and instead guided me into her gash. Her legs locked around me once more as she pulled me fully within her body making me groan, "Oh god, you feel so good around me!" "Oh Tom, love me with your wonderful cock." Soon I was walking up the stairs in the shallow end with my sister hanging in front of me. She tightened her arms around my neck as her lips planted kisses everywhere on my face. Every few seconds she moaned a soft "Yes," then would continue kissing me like that. Using my hands under her thighs and ass cheeks I was lifting her about six inches or so and then would let her pussy sink back down around me. Sometimes she would pull her self back onto me with her legs. Slowly I made my way around the pool to the patio door before her hand reached out and pushed it open. I stepped through it and walked through their house to the master bedroom. When I thought of where we were going, I laughed at this house's 'master', who had told his brother to take over for him with his wife! "Is something funny?" Becca had stopped planting her kisses onto me as she leaned back to look into my eyes. This pressed her pussy tighter against my crotch. Her hips were doing little figure eights as they worked me in and out slightly. Shit that felt so good! "Oh yeah! This boy, (I gave her a hard short thrust to emphasize my words and caused her to gasp) this 'dickless' 'little brother' is taking the master's wife to the 'master' bedroom where he is going to fuck her senseless!" I gave her another hard thrust as I was stepping into their bedroom. "Thanks 'big' brother for giving your approval of this!" I stopped there, standing three feet from their bed, slowly lifting her up and then dropping her back down. Becca tightened her arms around me again as her arms and legs worked with me. Suddenly without warning my hands gripped around her thighs and I began rapidly lifting her then slamming her back onto me. "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh," she groaned out as I pounded her pussy hard and super deep. I gave her about thirty or forty thrust like that then pulled her hard against me and held her there, grinding my base against her clit. About fifteen seconds later I was again pummeling her cunt rapidly making her gasp, "Oh y-e-e-e-e-e-e-s-s-s-s-s!" Then I crushed our sex together while she buried her face in the crook of my neck and breathed hard. She was moaning loudly now so I spoke softly into her ear, "Cum for me Becca. Cum on little brother's cock! Cum!!!" At my first word my rapid arm movements resumed harder than before, as I drove my cock into her violently. My sister had been whimpering as I spoke, then she flung her head back while her hips began slamming back onto me with a vengeance. About half a minute later she cried out, "Oh god I'm cumming! Little brother's taking such good care of me! Shit! Shit! Shit, it's so good!" I nearly dropped her due to her violent shaking and shimmying as she came on my cock. Luckily her tight arms around my neck took care of that problem. Becca moved her head so we were connected forehead to forehead, our eyes locked together at close range while her orgasm crested and she then slid down that mountain into a glorious after glow. She had drained me to the max in the pool so I was a long way from cumming. Once she was recovered I carried her onto the bed and laid her onto her back. My hips slowly resumed their movements with short two inch thrusts deep inside of her that slowly made their way into full length motions that made her gasp in pleasure. "Yes baby," she groaned as I pulled all the way out and then reversed myself as my cock head spread her open again. My base crushed against her clit eliciting another moan from her then I pulled slowly back until we parted once more. "No ... oh yes," she groaned as I left her and then pressed back into her. "Shit your pussy is so tight!" "Oh god little brother, John never tells me that! Mmmmmmm. Oh shit, keep moving like that!" I was dropping my hips when my tip would pass her hot spot just inside her pussy. Knowing what I was after I did as she asked, putting even more pressure onto her g-spot while slipping my right hand in between us. "OH FUCK!" she gasped when I rubbed her clit and gave it good pressure on all sides with four fingers. It was as if I was jerking her off as my finger tips squeezed onto her little hard nubbin and stroked on and off in barely half inch motions. Take Care of My Wife, Li'l Brother "O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OH MY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y!" she stuttered out then her hips bounced beneath me when my cock and hand were bathed in her cum juices that shot straight out of her while her fingers dug deep into my biceps. She screamed my name then her eyes rolled back up into her head and she screamed a silent cry while her body lurched and quaked beneath me. Right then I realized just how strong my sister was when she first locked her legs and arms tight around me and stopped all pretense of motion. Then after maybe ten seconds of stillness her limbs began violent pulling and pushing that slammed my cock into her hard and deep without any help from me. I held position in shock at how she was able to move on her own like this. "OHGOD!" she cried out then stopped all movement with my cock denting the deepest recesses of her pussy. Three hard and deep breaths by her and she instantly resumed her violent and powerful movements. Moments later she cried out "OH FUCK ME GOD!" and her quivering body held firmly in place once more. Twice more she did this as I not only marveled at her incredible cum but thanked my lucky stars that my balls were still in recovery mode – if not I would have shot my load and then wilted under her pressure! With her last clenching onto my body she just held on and shook in tiny movements that seemed never ending. Realizing that my body was too heavy for her once we stopped moving, I held her tight and rolled onto my back, taking her with me. Becca's soft sigh was the only sound either of us made. I didn't want to thrust my cock into her and thankfully I didn't need to. Her pussy simply would not stop having little tremors and occasional convulsions that were all my cock needed to remain rock hard and buried deep. We lay there for many short yet wonderful minutes like that, each of us holding tight to the other, tighter than I had ever held anything in my life! Eventually she moved her head and kissed my neck where it joined my shoulder. Then slowly she rained kisses down onto me as she lifted her head until we were nose to nose. "M god, you really know how to rock a girl's world! Are you sure you were a virgin yesterday?" "Oh I'm sure all right! Believe me, I have all the inspiration right on top of me to do my very best to make this good for you!" Slowly Becca rose up and moved into a sitting position directly over my cock, slowly rocking back and forth, side to side while she smiled down at me. "So I 'inspire' you, do I?" "God yes." "Thanks, you're pretty inspiring yourself. I've never fucked so much in a 24 hour period as we have, and you've got about," she looked over at the alarm clock and did her mental math, "three hours left." I laughed softly at her and she grinned broadly back at me. "You keep making me cum so damned hard, not that I'm complaining, but I want you to cum for me!" "My balls are really drained." "No doubt, but I really want you to cum in me again." With that said her hips started lifting just a few inches to go along with her non-stop rocking movements. I looked her up and down, still marveling that I was actually fucking the goddess above me. "Mmmmmm that's so good," I moaned out as she flexed her sex around me, taking me fully within her each time she dropped back down. Again, my brain worked strangely and my eyes shot wide open in surprise. "What?" she asked looking down at me as she slowly rode my granite slab of maleness. "I just realized something." She looked at me questioningly as I ran my hands up and down her sides. "Last night, when all of us were doing you, you insisted that we NOT cum in you. But since then, you seem to require it, unless you are doing oral on me. By the way, you give oral extremely well!" She blushed and said, "Thank you," then continued, "I really liked doing that to you this morning!" "I don't think there is any doubt of that! But even though I absolutely love pumping you full of cum, why the change?" Becca softly chewed on her lower lip as she worked her pussy harder on my cock for several moments, then she eased up on her movements until they were short and gentle. "Um, I ... I guess I'm just being selfish. I don't know. You have to know that I'm ... we're ... trying to get pregnant. I'm getting worried that John can't fulfill his part of the bargain!" "Holy shit." "Yup. But I REALLY want to have a baby or two! And every damned time John has to leave to go back to work and he tells you to 'take good care of my wife' followed by one of his put down names for you. I figured the only reason you would put up with it is that you enjoy being with me." "No lie there." "Well, I've been thinking for a while now that if I can't get pregnant from John, then the only other male that I love enough to want his baby ... is you." Yup, I gasped in shock at that revelation! She placed her finger tips on my lips to silence me then continued her tale. "I've caught you looking at me in a way that made me wet to the max. Once in a while I noticed your pals giving me the same look although when they did it I just felt wanted. So all goddamned day yesterday John is getting me worked up, promising me a hard fucking later. And then he LEAVES! He leaves and I'm left hanging and horny! A horny AND ovulating wife is NOT a good thing for a husband to leave. "Last night I was anxious for you to pump me full but then Chet showed up. Oh god, I was SO horny, and I saw the look of lust in his eyes and I thought, 'why not?' I had never been with two guys at one time before and thought it might give me the intense orgasm I needed." She stopped moving and smiled at me as her pussy settled deeply around my cock. "You two made me cum so damned hard! Chet will be surprised to know that even though he is pretty short, that fat fucker of his really gave me a workout! God he stretched me so wonderfully and I came so hard from his cock in my pussy and my ass!" "I'll tell him next time I see him." "Don't," she said, "please just let me tell him. I think he'll like the way I plan on letting him know." I looked at her and she blushed then said, "Yes Tom, I can't wait for the three of us to do that again! I may be turning into a slut but god it was SO good! But the thing is, I want a baby that has some of John's genes in it, so Chet and Brad can't be the father of my baby!" My hips started giving her little thrusts as I reached up and cupped her perfect half grapefruit tits. Her nipples hardened instantly and she placed her hands on top of mine and held my hands tightly to her. "God you make me so fucking hot! Where was I? Oh yeah, so I had to tell Chet that none of you could cum in me. I was scared when I took you into my ass but it surprised me at just how GOOD it felt! "Oh shit, squeeze my tits! That feels SO good! Ohhhhh yeahhhhh. When I saw Brad staring at us my only thought was, 'Holy shit, I can have ALL of my holes filled with cock at one time!' You didn't notice it that I came about fifteen seconds after I took Brad into my mouth. Actually, I kept having little orgasmic shocks all the while I had all of you in me ... it felt so incredible!" "You filled my ass so damned good and I really came hard. I was pretty worried that Chet would blow his load in my pussy but thank god he held out. I know I squeezed his fat cock really hard! Honest, I didn't think I could get off that much on his dick but ... WOW ... I was totally shocked by him!" "I noticed," I said finally interrupting her. "He sure was on cloud nine when he left. Hell, they both were." "They both did me so good! I never thought getting gang banged like that would be such a rush but you were all so caring and ... oh just SO perfect!" "We tried," I said in mock humility. "I'll say," she replied with a playful smack of her hand on my chest. "So getting back to your question, I wanted all of you to fuck me and put out the fire that John had started in me. But I could only let you cum in me, and thankfully Chet and Brad were good to their word. And since then this glorious cock that is stuffing me so full has pumped me full time after time. If I don't get pregnant from this weekend, I don't think I will ever have children-n-n," and she flopped down onto my chest sobbing hard above me. I held her tight trying to comfort her. Then my brain woke up and I rolled us back over putting her on her back beneath me. I kissed her face and then her eyes to rid them of tears. She stopped crying and I kissed her lips softly, chewing on her lower lip briefly. Finally I lifted up onto my outstretched arms and grinned at her. "Beautiful lady, I think it's time I made sure my sister is pregnant. I'm going to fill your pussy so full with cum that it will drain from you for three weeks!" "Oh god yes, baby. Fuck me Tom. Fuck me and give me your child! Do me! Fuck me!" I did my best. Wrapping my hands around her thighs I lifted her legs and used them for added leverage as I used my arms and hips to pound her pussy harder than at any previous time. Becca was moaning and groaning in time with my cock's pounding into her. Still, my balls had a lot of work to do so after about eight minutes she cried out as she came in a rush on my shaft. Her abdomen bounced and shook as three times her body arched high off the bed making it slightly harder to pound my cock into her baby wanting pussy. "FUCK!" she snarled loudly the last time her body flopped back onto the bed breathing heavy. "I'm going to plant this baby deep inside of you!" I told her. "There's no way you won't be pregnant after today!" I managed to stay connected inside her pussy as I rose up onto my feet, pulling her ass into the air while bending my shaft nearly into a straight down angle. The pressure on my balls grew exponentially. "Oh god Tom," Becca groaned as I powered my shaft directly down into her. My hands were holding to her hips, her knees hanging above her chin as I felt the first rumblings in my balls. My eyes fell on the swell of her abdomen and I noticed each time I pressed into her I could see a bump form and then disappear as I pulled back out. Taking her right hand in mine I placed it over the spot and pressed down into her again. Her eyes seemingly doubled in size and she pressed her hand onto me through her flesh. "Oh shit that is so hot!" she said with lust filled eyes. "Oh god you're making my pussy feel so good." "My cock agrees! You're pussy is so tight! You're going to make me cum!" "Oh YES!" She started tightening her vaginal muscles with each successive trip of my cock down into her pussy. Shit I never expected her to be able to do that! My hips and legs worked together so my cock would pull out nearly all the way as I looked down her torso at her flushed and desperate face, her tits bouncing and jiggling sexily in between. Each time I neared her opening my tip put extreme pressure on that special spot and she gasped in arousal. "Oh baby, I'm so close," I groaned through tightly closed lips. "Oh god, I'm going to cum!" she whimpered. "Do it! Fill me with your cum!" "Oh gawwwwwwwdddd here it cums!" "Don't stop! Oh god Tom, don't stop!" "AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" I cried out as my balls exploded sending a huge rope of sperm up (or is it 'down') the tube in my dick where it blasted into her convulsing pussy, splashing deep within her womb. "YES!!!" Becca cried out as she started to shake. Surprising me once again she flipped her legs up and wrapped them tight around my back. Using them for leverage she began bouncing in powerful flexes before/beneath me milking me of my sperm. "KEEP FUCKING ME!" she screamed as my third rope blasted into her as her body flopped before me like a fish on a hook. "OH GOD, SO GOOD!" I groaned as our bodies rutted powerfully together in our unholy mating ritual. "Uuuuuuuumuaghm," she croaked out and once again surprised me as her hands grasped my arms and then using her arms, legs and abdominal muscles she literally flew up until she was sitting perched on my cock, her legs wrapped around my waist as she worked her pussy aggressively against my crotch, keeping my shaft within her as deep as possible! Our moans and groans of total release mingled as I somehow dropped to my knees for stability while my balls gave her everything they could muster. Becca incredibly worked her body wondrously while maintaining our super tight status while she kissed me with more passion than I thought existed on Earth. Finally it was over. No, that's not how to say it. Finally we were too exhausted to move. I wavered there on my knees as she clung to me as if stuck there with Velcro. I don't know about her but the only sound I heard for some time was my heart pounding as the blood coursed through my sex ravaged body and against my eardrums. After several recuperative moments I started to ease her body back onto the bed. Her head shook beside mine and her faint voice begged me, "No ... don't." I straightened back up and remained upright on my knees while holding her incredible body tightly to me. Many minutes passed, I didn't care how many, before she kissed my cheek and whispered, "Okay." I managed to move our bodies down until she was lying on her back, her arms and legs still wrapped around me. It was tricky but I managed to prop myself on my elbows and knees to keep most of my weight off of her. It was probably five minutes or so before her legs fell from around my hips. I took that moment to say "Let's move to our sides." Becca moaned as we moved but she went with it. She draped her leg over my thigh while her free hand gently stroked my face and back. We didn't do much for quite some time as we just laid there in each others arms basking in the afterglow of probably the best sex either of us will ever have in our lives. I could feel it happen when the grip her pussy had on my wilting shaft finally loosened and my half hard cock slipped from her cum laden pussy with a weird slurpy sound. "Oooooooh," she moaned as my dick flopped out onto my thigh. ******** We awoke about two hours later. Becca was there before me. That's why my awakened dick was all the way down her throat and hard as hell. "What!" I gasped at my first thought as pleasure enveloped my shaft again. A loud pop echoed throughout the bedroom as she sucked hard before pulling off of me. "It's about time you woke up! I was once again starting to think you might cum in my mouth before I woke you up." I rubbed my eyes and noticed my cock was literally dripping with saliva, indicating she had been at it for a long time. "Look, I know you're cock and body are both worn out from fucking me. Trust me; I'm right there with you. But I still want to make sure I get as much cum inside me as I can, so I figured I could blow you several times and when you get close you can just let me know and you can put it in me and then shoot it in me." "Slow down! Don't talk so fast and I like that idea." "Good, now work with me so I can get as many more loads today as possible." As I have already mentioned, my sister can really suck cock! So it was not a surprise that when her goal is to make you cum, you cum. My cock felt better than ever before, and this morning she made it feel REALLY good. By the time we went to bed – to sleep – I had managed to hop on and pump her full with four more loads although the last one was rather small. In the morning we fucked two more times, my balls were sore but worked fine. Becca was on cloud nine since it felt to her that I had filled her with cupfuls of sperm. I doubt it was that much but I didn't want to argue the point with her. Not quite ready to throw caution to the wind we pulled on our suits and planned on spending the rest of the day by the pool. Funny how time flies. Okay, actually John got home about half an hour after we stepped into the water. That was way too close. John was happy tired as the missing workers had escaped the blast and took refuge in a nearby tavern where they drank their fears and jitters away. After giving us the quick update he looked at us with tired eyes and said, "I'm going to shower and then hit the rack." "Wait honey!" Becca nearly shouted. "I mean, there's something I need to tell you so sit down for a minute." I cringed as my mind flashed through images of her telling my brother of her infidelity, then his rage as he beat me to a pulp or worse. John sat down and looked at her wishing she would hurry up while I wished she had kept her mouth shut. "You know how I hate it when you have to go back to work and I'm left here all alone." John nodded his tired head. "Well, I've really liked having Tom here with me. He makes me feel much better because I'm not alone. So ......... can he move in with us?" I think I gasped but John just heard himself as he gave a tired but hearty laugh. "Sure honey, if having my little brother here makes you feel safer then it's fine with me. You cool with that?" he was looking at me so I just nodded yes. "Fine, I'll call the folks and let them know. Is there anything else? Good, don't wake me." He got up and stumbled back to the house and headed to their bedroom. "What was that all about?" I asked as we hadn't talked about this. "I didn't think you would mind. I figure if I don't get pregnant, at least I'll be fully satisfied! You don't mind do you?" "No I don't," I said as she smiled and reached under the table and stroked my rising cock. I won't bore you with the details. Briefly she fucked John the next morning, and used a home pregnancy test three days later to confirm what her body was telling her ... she was indeed pregnant. John was proud of himself for finally getting her knocked up but the two of us knew who the father really was. Little did John know it but as soon as her pregnancy was confirmed she told me to tell Chet and Brad to be ready for the next time John got called in to work. They've been back five times over the past five months and when we're finished all four of us are totally satisfied. Both of them are ecstatic that they can now shoot their loads inside of her pussy. She thinks we should stop the foursomes for a while as it might be bad for the babies. Yes, she's carrying twins, one of each and is more than willing to thank me each and every day! Oh yeah, my dumb ass brother hasn't got a clue. Damn do I love his job! ******** Postscript: John is on cloud nine as he plays with 'my' kids (he thinks they're his) Andrea Sue and Robert Thomas. They are three months old and he is still pissed that Becca insisted on that middle name. He fucks her about once a week while I make love to his wife at least once a day. My brother finished putting the twins to bed, then kissed his wife goodbye before heading back in to work for at least all night thanks to a major chemical spill. As usual, the last thing he said to me was, "Take good care of my wife, little brother." I told him that I would do my best! As the door closed behind him Becca said, "Why don't you call Brad and Chet?" God I love it when she's pregnant because she really gets horny! My pals don't know it yet but tonight they get to cum inside her pussy again! Take Care "I'm going to cum soon, baby, inside of you, oh god, baby, so close, I'm so close, Daddy is going to cum for his baby..." My father exploded inside of me, stream after stream of searing hot cum shooting inside of his daughter's pussy, his cock buried to the hilt. He shuddered, and collapsed on to me, his weight nearly crushing my tiny frame. I milked him with my pussy, begging him to stay inside of me, feeling his hot semen sliding through me. Still locked in me, my father rolled the both of us over, and I lay there, straddling him, my head on his chest. Daddy hugged me close to him, our bodies wet and hot, pressed together, and we both drifted off to sleep.