3 comments/ 122715 views/ 28 favorites Temptation's Contrast By: a_bent_ampersand Anne Marie was the receptionist at my job. Her long dark hair traveled all the way down her back and grazed the very tip-top of her ass. She often wore glasses to hide her two separate colored eyes. She had one blue eye. She had one green eye. And she'd fucked everyone at the office. One day, she'd even slutted her way up to me and I took the bait. I'd fucked the hell out of that girl in a hotel room with my big cock and I thought that would be the end of it. Well, it turned out that Anne Marie was into much more than getting her rocks off. She was into blackmail, extortion, hell maybe even racketeering for all I knew. She had taken pictures of our tryst and had plans to use them for something. What she had planned, I didn't know. She told me once that she didn't even know. She'd given the pictures back to me. It wasn't because she wanted to. It was because she had been ordered her to hand them to me. She had been instructed to give up all of the blackmail material by my only daughter Yvette. She'd obeyed Yvette because my daughter was her sexual master. And for a good while, I'd obeyed her to. Yvette was the most sexually capable person I had ever encountered. She'd sucked my cock like no other. She'd banged me in the presence of my sleeping wife --and she'd wiped cum on her sleeping face. She'd commanded me to shoot drugs up her asshole and I'd complied. She'd taken me into a church to suck and fuck and together we'd defiled a very holy place. Sex with my daughter had simply been the greatest definition of total carnal lust and bestial need. And now it was over. I had violated her rules. Sex with my daughter had come with a lofty price. She had given me three simple rules to follow. Always protect her. Always respect her. Never refuse her. It was understood that I would never, ever fuck anybody but her. She, obviously, was allowed to fuck everything under the sun, but I wasn't even allowed to fuck my own wife. It was a total fucking double standard, but I'd agreed to her conditions. And then I broke them. I had sex with my wife and she'd caught me. Yvette had told me once before that if I ever violated her conditions that she would destroy me. The events of our affair suggested to me that she could. My daughter had a unique and diabolical mind. She'd gotten me to drink her piss one time. She'd forced me to watch her fuck my own boss --a man I hated. She'd made a Sunday School teacher rape a woman from his Church. And she'd gotten the rape victim to eat her out with a fat lip. Destroy me. She didn't say that she'd cut me out of her sex life. That wouldn't be price enough for her. No. She had something else in mind for me. Probably something she'd planned a long time ago. But there was no way for me to know what. I was in bed, contemplating the gravity of how my life might change for the worse in the days to come. The smell of my wife was all over my pillow. There wasn't a lot of sleep for me the night before. I stared at the ceiling most of the night and wondered what might happen. Angela had woken up before me to put breakfast together. I thought maybe now was the time to check in with my daughter and beg her not to make me an enemy. I fantasized that I could somehow get her to understand why I'd gone back to my wife. I hoped that there might be some way to get her to understand. Maybe there was still time to beg and to promise and to do anything to turn her hatred another way. I pulled my pajama pants on and lumbered down the hallway to my daughter's room. Her door was closed. I breathed in as if the roller coaster were about to begin. I brought up my fist to knock on the door, but I was interrupted. "Kyle!" Angela called from downstairs. "Breakfast!" I paused. I didn't even want to holler back to Angela. I didn't want Yvette to know that I was so close to her door. I didn't want her to know I was a coward who couldn't even knock. So I went down the stairs to see about breakfast. I was shocked to see Yvette at the kitchen table. She wore a denim skirt and a little white polo shirt. She seemed to be dressed conservatively by her standards. She didn't look at me she just spoke to Angela. "Over easy, mom. Okay?" "Over easy?" Angela asked with a spring in her step. "You usually like them scrambled." "I used to take creamer in my coffee too, mom. But now I like it black." Angela cooked the eggs at the stove and I slowly approached the kitchen table. I knew that if I didn't sit down, Angela would think something was wrong. Yvette knew that too. So I sat. "Good morning," I coughed. "Good morning!" Angela smiled at me. She seemed very happy to have our sex life back. Yvette looked at me with humored blue eyes, "Good morning daddy. Today's the first day of the rest of your life." She smiled at me graciously. "That's an odd thing to say," Angela said from the stove. "It's true," Yvette said to her coffee. "It's just a saying. Like 'top of the morning,' or 'the more things change the more they stay the same,' or 'I fucked your dad.'" I felt the blood rush out of my face as Yvette peered at me from behind her blonde bangs. She pulled her lower lip into her mouth and savored my expression. "Yvette! I can't believe the things that fly out of your mouth sometimes." Angela said over her shoulder as she removed the eggs from the stove. "I can't believe some of the things that fly into my mouth sometimes." My daughter shrugged. "Are you gonna tell him?" Angela asked and brought a plate of eggs over to Yvette. She set the hot plate down and went back to the stove. My daughter took up her fork and proceeded to break up the eggs. Despite everything she had said to my wife, she still wanted them scrambled. "Tell me what?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to know the answer or not. "Yvette's going to get a job." "Really," I said. My mind raced. "Where?" "Friends at church," Yvette deadpanned. "I didn't even know she was going to church, Kyle, did you?" "No," I said off-handedly. "Oh, come on, daddy... you knew. Remember Carl and Nadia? We've gotten kind of close. They know some other people who would like to meet me. I can do all kinds of things for them." She paused to chew some of her food. I hung on every word she had to say. Once she swallowed, she added, "of course, you know me... I'll probably end up running the show." "Coffee, Kyle?" Angela asked. "Whose Carl and Nadia?" "Don't worry, mom, you'll meet them," Yvette chimed. My heart skipped a beat and I gave my daughter a pleading look. She caught my look and widened her eyes. She put more eggs in her mouth and chewed them while she stared at me coldly. "Maybe we should go to church with you sometime," Angela said as she poured my coffee. I felt my breath quicken at Angela's innocent remark. "I'm not really much of a churchgoer," I managed to say. "No," Yvette smiled at Angela. "I think that's a great idea! If you'd prefer not to go, daddy, I'm sure mom and I can go without you." I had no idea what she meant by that. I was quick to amend my statement. "No, no... you're right, I should probably be with her. You. I should probably be with both of you... when you... we... go." "Good. That's in... one, two, three, four days. Counting today." Yvette said and forked more food into her mouth. "This is nice," Angela said. "Breakfast as a family. No arguing. No yelling or screaming. Yvette going to church. I think some things are changing for the better." "No, mom," Yvette said sheepishly. "Change isn't always good. We'll just have to see, right?" "I guess. I'm just glad that you're with positive people. Maybe they'll rub off on you." "I'm sure they already have," Yvette said without hesitation. Angela blushed a little, "it feels silly to say this, but with all of this church talk, I realized that we didn't say a prayer before breakfast." "I don't think it matters when you pray, mom," Yvette touched Angela's hand. "I think you can pray whenever you want." She then looked at me. "Would you like to pray, daddy? I mean, do you think it would do any good? Or is it too late for all of that?" Yvette forked the last of her eggs into her mouth. I had no idea what she was up to. My mind was a spiral of innuendo, subtext, and manipulation. I must have looked so pale while I sat there at the table with my untouched coffee. "Are you alright, Kyle?" Angela asked. "Yeah, daddy, what's wrong?" Yvette looked concerned. "I think I'm going to lie down," I said. I stood up suddenly and walked out of the kitchen. I could feel them both staring at my back. But I especially felt Yvette. The walk upstairs was long. I could feel my skin crawl as I approached my bed with heavy feet. I curled up on the bed and kicked all of the pillows away. I heard Yvette and Angela downstairs laughing. Apparently Yvette was making my wife laugh somehow because Angela was laughing louder than I'd ever heard her. I couldn't drown out their noise, so I decided to take a shower. I wanted to drown them out. I needed time to myself. I needed time to think and not worry. I also didn't want to go to work, so I used my cell to call in. Anne Marie answered. "Hey, It's Kyle... Baron. I'm calling in sick today." "Under the weather?" She asked in a strange tone. "Yeah." "Thought you might be. Zachary told me he does expect to see you tomorrow though... just a heads up." Before I could speak, she hung up on me. The shower was custom built a few years ago. More like a small room, it was covered in brown marble tile. It was the sort of shower you stepped down into when you entered. Angela and I had spared no expense. Marble shelves sported all of Angela's designer shampoos, soaps, and conditioners. I closed the glass door behind me and switched the water on. Steam bellowed up from below and I got undressed. My uneasy stomach lurched from the nerves. I felt a dry heave creep up from my belly and I knelt at the toilet. My muscles forced stomach acids up my throat and out my mouth. I heaved another string of saliva and stomach acids. I had nothing in my body to puke up, so all I could manage was the pain of an empty, agitated stomach. I flushed the toilet and stepped through the open shower door. The water felt brilliant on my back and hair. As it rushed over me, I closed my eyes and gave in to the one guilty sensation left to me --hot water. The sound of the water was all I could hear. No more laughter. No more mysterious dialog. Just the ease of the water as it poured, cleansed, and rinsed. I stood there for such a long time in the same position. I opened my eyes to look for the soap. Yvette was in the shower with me. She was dressed in her denim skirt and her white polo shirt. The steam had had its way with her blonde locks --they were damp and stuck to her skin. The shower had sprayed her enough for me to see through her polo shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. The soaked fabric was wrapped hard against her D-cup tits. Two wide, dark dots signaled her pink nipples and the color of the hoops attached to them was clearly visible. Gold. The shirt dipped inward and hugged her tight belly. She closed the door to the shower to keep us both inside. "Yvette—" I said. She slapped me across the face. I shouted my response. Right away, she smacked me with her right hand and her left hand. I reached up to stop her, but her hands stopped on my face and she squeezed my cheeks together. The distance between us was closed when she leaned up and spoke lowly inches from my face. "Shut the fuck up!" Her voice was forceful. She held her grip on my face. "Or do you want mom in here? Huh?" As she forced my cheeks together and she licked my lips multiple times. Her voice dropped in pitch and she mocked me in a little girl's voice. "Oh? What's that taste? Is it puke? Oh. Daddy? Did you throw up? Did you? Oh, poor baby... was it nerves? Are you scared?" She shook my face from side to side as she pinched my cheeks together. She pushed my head away from her and I grabbed a shelf for balance. A couple of designer bottles fell to the floor of the shower with a crash. "There you go..." she hissed. "Making a mess of things. Again." She squatted over the bottles and squirted berry scented conditioner into one of her hands. "Yvette..." I spoke down to her. "Talk all you want. I don't hear you anymore, daddy." She rubbed the conditioner between her hands and then she looked up at me. Her eyes were distant, cold, and totally pissed off. She brought her hands upward and stroked the conditioner over my cock. I felt the cream and the wet shower mix with the temperature of her hands. Her hands glided over my shaft with the right amount of familiarity and vigor. I felt the blood rush into my cock. I stared at her wet shirt and the shapes all but completely hidden away. I was getting hard for my daughter. I felt the erection climb higher and higher with her deft orchestration. "Before we go any further, father..." Yvette said as she stood up and pointed my raging cock into the steaming shower. The smell of berry filled the steam as she rinsed it off. "You need to know two things..." She pivoted my cock back toward her with one hand and the other lifted her soaked jean skirt. "First... I'm not wearing panties." She brought her leg upward and rested her ankle on my chest. She touched the head of my raging rod to her all too familiar pussy. She slapped the head against its fleshy lips. Her wet pussy slipped back and forth over the helmet of my meat. My cock was teased. "Second..." She gave a sinister grin. "...I left the bathroom door open." My hands went instinctively to her ass and I rammed myself into her. I felt the rush of her familiar shape as her sweet twat engulfed my pole. My daughter grabbed the nearest shelf for balance and her eyes rolled back as I filled her. She lifted her chin and gasped a moan as I pulled back and slammed into her again. I glanced at the glass shower door. The glass had steamed up with a great, thick layer. The steam on the glass was the only privacy Yvette had afforded this fuck. I had no idea what she was up to, but I was glad to have her informal folds once more milking my proud prick. "Lift up your shirt," I barked at her. "No way, fag," she growled and bared her teeth. I grabbed her shirt and yanked it upward. I pulled it hard and I hooked the bottom of her wet shirt around her head. With her face hidden in the cotton wrapper, I stared at her gorgeous tits as they lifted and fell again with each of my powerful thrusts. I grabbed the closest breast and twisted its fat nipple. I pinched and needed the rough, rubbery flesh of that suckable nub. I could see Yvette's mouth open and stretch the shirt as she gasped in pain. I looked down and saw that I had tugged her nipple ring so hard that it had torn her skin a little. Blood spilled from her chest and into the shower's water. I bent my head down and kissed it. I touched my tongue to the wound. I felt her hand on my chest as she tried to push me away. I sucked my daughter's blood through her tit and ignored her physical pleas. All the while, she writhed against my cock with as much fervor as she'd ever done before. My baby switched tactics and pounded my head with a fist. She struck me once, twice, and on the third time, I fell back. Both of us tumbled to the floor. My cock fell out of her dripping sex and she struggled with the shirt that was stretched over her face. She ripped the wet polo off of her face and arms and tossed it aside. The shirt hit the water with a very loud slap and she grabbed my cock in her hand. The water poured over both of us there on the floor and she took my flesh into her mouth. She grazed me with her sharp teeth and slammed her lips around it. "Are you alright in there?" Angela said from the other side of the glass door. Yvette stopped sucking me and stared at me with amusement. "Yeah!" I said. Yvette released my cock and stood up. She stepped up to the door. We both knew that she was mere inches from my wife. It was only the barrier of steam that kept her from seeing the two of us. "I heard something fall," Angela called out over the pouring water. Yvette lip-synched her and looked down at me. "Yeah... I dropped some of the conditioner..." I called out. I stared up at Yvette's perfectly tanned body as she held her shoulders back and did a physical impression of Angela. "No. It sounded like you fell!" Yvette mouthed those words at the same time and pointed down at me condescendingly. "I'm feeling sick is all! I'm okay!" Which was mostly true. "Oh, buddy..." My wife said sweetly. "Want me to come in and wash your back?" Yvette's face lit up and she grinned. She nodded her head up and down like some stupid cartoon character. "No!" I blurted. "It's fine. I'm fine. I'll be out soon!" My daughter then turned her back to me and squatted. She lowered herself onto my erection and forced it back into her hot and dripping cum catcher. She raised herself up and down on my cock, a few times and then she leaned backward. Her back touched my chest. She grabbed my hands and ran them over her fleshy breasts. She squeezed my hands into them before she forced my hands further down. She held my fingers to my own cock. I could feel the point where my monster penetrated her. I felt the point where I parted her glistening gash open with my iron hard dick. She forced both of our fingers to stroke the joining. She sighed on top of me and turned to whisper in my ear, "this is how she should find us..." Her tongue lashed my ear and I stifled a groan. Yvette put her feet on the shower wall and used the leverage to hump her hips against me. She breathed in through her nose hungrily and sighed through her nose as my cock went in deep and then fell to a shallower depth. "I liked the sex last night," Angela said. "You've never... kissed my asshole before..." My eyes shot to Yvette. She frowned at me and locked her blue eyes on mine. "Gonna tell her who taught you that?" She murmured. "What can I say..? I guess I've always been..." When I spoke, Yvette squeezed my cock with her pussy. She did her best to pervert my tone. She wanted to give us away. "...cur...i...ous!" "Are you okay? You sound cold." Angela said. "Naw. Be out in a few!" Yvette moved forward. With my cock still inside of her, she touched her finger to the steamed glass. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her expression was that of total evil and total sexual ecstasy having a child together. She made two dots and traced a smile beneath them. She then circled the smiling face she'd made there in the steam. My look must have been of absolute horror, because she almost laughed. She covered her lips with both hands and fell back against my chest. Using her footholds, she rocked her pussy over my cock again. She writhed with the precision and experience I'd come to expect from the slut. The girth of my fat quim-stake was rubbing her right because she was gasping in my ear as she writhed her hips over me. Angela didn't say anything. It was possible that she might have left. Of course it was also possible that she was watching us through Yvette's impromptu peephole. I didn't know which and I didn't care which, because I could feel myself eager to cum. "Did she blow you last night, father?" Yvette panted near my ear. "Did she taste me... off of your cock?" She rocked her hips even harder. She taunted my cum with her dripping wet, hot cum sucker. I mumbled to her. I mumbled affirmatively. "I wonder what its like for... her... for Angela... tasting such a dirty dick, but just loving to have a cock back..." I lifted my ass up and down on the shower floor. I was desperate now to cum in my daughter. I couldn't wait to hand her this victory. "I wonder if I could ever be that... pathetic..." Yvette bit my earlobe with her teeth. Temptation's Contrast I could feel my sap as it burned in the head of my fat baby maker. The pisshole burned with the need to release, shoot, or spill. I felt a heat between Yvette's teeth. I could tell she'd broken the skin of my earlobe. She'd gnawed damage into my ear. I heard her inhale sharply through her nose as she writhed over me. She invited my cum again. "Oh... daddy... you're gonna shoot it now... aintcha... aintcha... do it... give me seed... oh daddy... you're gonna... I can tell... go on and spray it in me... pack it inside your little girl's pussy... you're fucked... oh daddy, you're so fucked... show me how fucked you are..." I didn't disappoint her. My hands went to her belly and below. I forced her pubic bone against me as my cunt stretcher exploded inside of her. I shuddered beneath the weight of my daughter there on the shower floor. One hand went to her bleeding tit and I gripped it hard. I held her against me with all of the force I could muster. I pressed her tight against me as I spent rope after rope of pearl scum on the walls of her aching womb. I felt her arm wrapped tightly around my head as she pulled me tighter and tighter. I quaked quietly beneath her until my orgasm subsided. With us both out of breath, the water washed our blood to shower floor. She kissed my cheek and stood up from the floor. The bloody wound of her fat, right tit caught my attention. She saw me looking at the nipple ring that had been yanked so hard. My daughter took ahold of the gold metal and gave it a swift tug. Yvette tore her nipple ring out and grimaced in pain. More blood spilled from her. She gasped down at me. There was even more blood now right below her nipple. She cast the golden ring down at me and it struck my chest. "See ya, dad." She said and pointed her finger at me like she shot me. She then pushed the shower door open and ran out. Her soaked polo shirt was still on the bathroom floor. I heard her wet, bare feet as they skipped across the bathroom floor. My heart jumped and I climbed to my knees. She was already gone. I picked her nipple ring up off of the shower floor and examined it. There was blood on it. The shower rinsed the blood away. The blood on her white polo shirt however was another problem. I wrung the shirt out and turned off the water. There as I dripped, I wondered what her game was. If she wanted Angela to see us fucking, she could have just announced herself. Angela obviously hadn't seen her run out topless, because I would have heard something. As I handled her nipple ring, I marveled at how much pain her breast must be in. I thought the least I could do was offer her some medical tape and disinfectant. I dried off and dressed in my pajama pants and top. I went to her closed door and knocked. There was no reply, so I spoke up. "Are you alright?" "What the fuck do you think? My tit's bleeding." She said from behind the door. "I brought some. I mean I have bandages." "Uh-huh." I opened her door. My daughter stood in front of her bed completely naked and still wet. She held her arms crossed beneath her chest and a cigarette burned in her hand. She stared at me with those glassy blue eyes, but didn't invite me in. Her posture was all manner of authority. Smoke crawled up her arm. The blood still streaked her right tit. "I can just leave it on your dresser..." "Sounds good," she said and lifted her chin to blow smoke at the ceiling. I went to the dresser and set the gear down. I hesitated at that moment because I wanted to beg her to change her mind. I wanted to make a new arrangement with her. "Is there something else?" Yvette asked. "Yeah. I was hoping we could talk." "You have my nipple ring, don't you, pervert?" I set her nipple ring on her dresser. "No. Put it on." She said and brought her cigarette to her lips. "Put it on... you?" "No, jack ass, put it on you. First, you put one of your balls through it and then force the other one behind it." She walked toward me and I could smell her smoke go up my nose. "Then you squeeze, smash, and pull your cock through it." "Yvette, I'm not..." She stood inches from me with a hateful frown on her face. "Not my little bitch anymore? Fine. Then leave it." She turned her back to me. I looked at the ring on the dresser and weighed what she'd asked of me. I had never really pondered the size of her nipple rings before that moment. The hoops weren't small by any means, but they weren't all that large either. I picked up her nipple ring and reached into my pajama pants. Yvette kept her back to me as she smoked. I stared at her from behind. Her solid form reflected every drop of my lust. Her damp skin and wet hair enticed the hell out of me. I touched my hand over my cock and I took hold of it as I stared at her. I did as she instructed. The first testicle went into the hoop fairly easily, but the second one took some doing. The hoop had no give. It wasn't flexible in anyway when I folded my cock to force it through. It hurt. My flaccid man meat felt thick in my fingers as her golden ring squeezed it. Finally I had all but the head through and with just a little more will, I had her nipple ring wrapped squarely around my cock and balls. This had the effect of lifting my cock inside of my pajama pants. I had a light, very obvious lift to my cock and balls. "There," I said to Yvette's back. She turned to face me. Yvette's mouth parted a little bit when she glanced down my bulging pajama pants. My baby girl ashed on the floor. Then her eyes went up to mine. "Now get the hell out of my room." I did as she asked. Angela watched one of her soap operas on the couch below. I walked down the stairs. The pain of Yvette's nipple ring around my balls was now a distant echo. I was much more aware of the weight of my cock as it bobbed up and down in front of me. I walked passed Angela toward the kitchen. I needed to eat something, even though every last nerve in me was shot up. In the kitchen, I looked for bread to make a bit of toast; confident that it was food I could hold down. I opened the pantry door and looked on the shelves. There were lots of things to eat there, but I didn't see any bread. "Angela!" I called out. "Are we out of bread?" As soon as my voice left my lips, I looked down. Yvette's nipple ring had given me a full on, proud erection. It squeezed the erection tight at the root and gave me an overall feeling of being de-sensitized to its power. It had grown so hard and I hadn't noticed. I took a step back to close the pantry door. Yvette stood on the other side of the door. Her blonde hair was still wet from the shower; it was clipped up to expose her cheeks and long neck. She had on a little green top with spaghetti straps and blue jeans. I glimpsed her black bra beneath the green cotton. She smirked down at my erection from nowhere. Before I could speak, she walked before me and opened the pantry door again. She turned to face me as she stood in front of the pantry shelves. Her hands went to my erection. She felt it through my pajama pants. She put both dainty hands on my incredibly pained hardon. I took a step back, but she pulled me back toward her by my cock and squatted before me. She pulled the crotch of my pants down and dodged the head of my cock when it burst out. It was red, flushed with blood. The ring had trapped the blood reserved for arousal and held it firm. It was possible that I was bigger and harder than I had been my whole life. Her eyes went up to me as she set the engorged helmet of my fuck meat on her tongue. My hand went to the door of the pantry. "I think so." Angela said from the doorway to the kitchen. I jumped and looked at my wife. I felt Yvette's hands as they guided my dick back to her lips. They wrapped around the head again. I could feel her teeth graze my pisshole lightly. From Angela's perspective, the pantry door hid my daughter from view. It appeared to her that I just stood there numbly looking at the shelves. "Geez, Kyle... what's gotten into you? You look like you've seen a ghost." Yvette's fingers tickled my balls. I felt saliva drip over the length of my cock as my daughter silently drooled on its length. Her hands rubbed her spit over the length and she coaxed the end back into her warm mouth. "I... maybe I need fresh air?" I said. My eyes were still locked on Angela as Yvette took more of my length into her mouth. I could feel her familiar deep-throat maneuver engage. My cock penetrated her throat. I could feel breath from her nose on the exposed root of my meat. "Well if you're going to the store, we need vegetables and fruit." "Yeah, ok...ay." I nearly gasped my sexual anxiety. It took everything to not break eye contact with my wife. Yvette made a swallowing noise as she forced more of my long pacifier further into her throat. The sound was loud enough for anyone to notice. I glanced down at her. Yvette's lips were stretched wide around my prick, but her eyes were laughing. She reached up to her spaghetti green straps and slipped them over her shoulders. The green top fell and exposed her tits all the way to her hard nipples that sat above her black bra. "What was that sound?" Angela asked and took a step toward me. My hand went to my stomach and I shrugged. "My stomach, I think. I really wanted some toast." "I'm sure there's something, Kyle. Bagels?" Angela stood on the other side of the pantry door. She was inches from Yvette now. I pretended to look for bagels, but I looked down at Yvette. She released my erection from her mouth and throat. Her eyes were locked on mine. She treated me to her most knowing, most evil smirk and drooled on her heavy tits. She peeled her bra down and exposed her masterful chest to me. My daughter then raised herself up a little and laid my cock between her bountiful orbs. Her balance was perfect. She squeezed her tits around my offering and moved herself up and down slowly. My silky rod stretched and pulled against her soft skin. It felt amazing. I wanted to cry out in absolute ecstasy, but I just looked back at Angela. "No bagels." Out of the corner of my eye, Yvette rocked my cock between her tits. I could barely make out the bandage on a portion of her right globe. "Maybe they're behind something. I could look." She offered. "Naw. Go back to your soap. I'll go to the store." Angela shrugged and gave me a "suit yourself" expression. She turned back for the kitchen door. I was relieved that she hadn't looked into the pantry. She would have seen Yvette with her big tits wrapped around my cock. She would have seen our daughter drool more saliva on my fat cock head. Her tits were pressed so tightly together --everything was so tight and wet. My heart pounded in my chest. "What vegetables do we need?" I asked. "Salad stuff," Angela said over her shoulder. "Don't know what happened to the cucumber I had." My wife grinned at me. "Yvette probably stole it to do god knows what with it." I grinned back at my wife as my fuck stick drooled pre-cum between Yvette's tightly held breasts as she continued to titty-fuck me. "I'm glad she's going to church. Maybe they'll make sense out of her," Angela smiled. My daughter let my cock out of her tits. She slowly stood up in front of me. "I think she's a good person at heart, Kyle." Yvette rolled her eyes at Angela's words as she quietly opened her pants. Her bandaged tit laid out inches from my heart. I glanced down and saw she had green panties on. "Yeah," I said back to Angela. "I like to think she's not totally evil." I looked back at Yvette on the other side of the door. She slipped her jeans and panties down over her hips. I realized that she planned to fuck me there in the kitchen with my wife only feet away. I shook my head at her and made a pleading look. My daughter only grinned at me and sucked her lips in. She nodded and mocked my pleading look with her blue eyes. "So you know these friends of hers? Carl and... what was the woman's name?" Yvette turned her back to me and bent over. One hand went to the shelves in front of her. The other reached between her legs and she guided my engorged, drooling cum slinger into her comfortable hole. She was as wet as ever, totally getting off on Angela being in the kitchen with us. "Na... dia..." I gulped, still looking at Angela as Yvette's pussy slipped over my full length. Her nipple ring lifted my balls to meet her quim. She looked over her shoulder at me and used two hands on the shelf in front of her for balance. My daughter's jaw went slack as I filled her. "I like that name." "She seemed nice," I said, not really having a conversation anymore. "Where did you meet them?" "Last night," I said as Yvette moved forward. I felt my cock leave her sweet, hot pole hugger. My cock glistened in the cool air of the kitchen. My veins were hard and bulging. She rested with only the head between her lips. Her lips made that perfect 'o' at me. She then slipped back down to get the full ride again. "Not when, silly, where?" "Yvette had me drive her to meet them at an apartment." "Ah, well... don't stand there all day, sick-o." Angela joked and left the kitchen. My heart leapt with relief and I looked back at my daughter. She scooted herself forward, completely off of my cock. She then stood up straight and lifts her panties and pants back up. My head bubbled up with anger at her and I grabbed her belly from behind to pull her close. She forced my hands into her opened pants. Her panties were sopping wet. She giggled. "You are unbelievable." I grumbled. "Is that the best you can say?" She gasped at my wounded ear and forced my fingers into her sloppy folds. I felt two fingers from each hand enter her ravenous sex pot. She turned to face me with a deadpan expression that said what did I do? "Is this your plan? You want to torture me with sex now? You want Angela to catch us? Is that my punishment?" She only cooed and pinched her thighs tightly to my hands. Her pussy saturated my fingers. Her wet slickness kneaded my fingertips, knuckles, and my palms. "You... want to know..." She breathed. "But I think you want to cum even more... don'tcha?" She grabbed my wrists and slipped my hands out of her pants. "C'mon again... daddy... put the baby maker in me again... fuck me on the kitchen floor... why don'tcha... why don'tcha... huh?" I gripped her pants and panties and yanked them down. She was right. I had to put cum inside of her. I needed to shoot my baby paint all over her pussy walls. My cock was hard and urgent with its needs. I had to have my daughter again. She gasped as I exposed her naked, shaved pussy to the pantry. I grabbed her arms and twisted her with force. The two of us fell to the floor. Her tits slapped into the linoleum. She groaned and I gripped her wrists and held them together behind her back. I used my other hand to point my dick at her raised pussy. Wet, puffy, and inviting, her snatch was wide, willing, and very hungry. I slammed into her from behind. My balls knocked her clit and she held back a shout. Her nipple ring had my cock hard and hungry. Her tits, flat belly, and wet blonde hair had aroused me to no end. My fat plumb of a head wiped pre-cum all over her insides like a home sick runny nose. "That's it..." my daughter hissed into the floor. "...you want mom to see us, don'tcha... you want her to see what really... really gets you off, huh... that it's me." I twisted her wrists and she raised her chin up. "Make me pregnant then... we'll tell her tog...ether... how only my pussy gets you this hard... how only my pussy can take all... all... of your cum..." She slammed her hips up and into me. Full throttle, my daughter had dropped the hammer. I was going to cum in her again, for the second time that morning. And I couldn't wait to. In the seconds that followed, I pictured briefly my daughter's flat belly swelling with my own grandchild. I saw her breasts growing large with milk for the baby. I imagined my darling Yvette straddling my lap to feed me her sweet drink from one tit and then the other. I hoped in those seconds that the baby might starve to death and that only I could drink from my daughter's tit milk long enough to make her pregnant again. I saw my wife, Angela, sad and broken as Yvette pissed in her mouth while she gave me a hand job. My wife's face as Yvette sucked me off in front of her. The images both propelled and sickened me. "Make you pregnant?" I grunted. "I want to... I want your tits fat... I want to lick and suck them... and I want to drink from your chest..." "I think it takes a lot of fuck butter to get me pregnant, bitch..." She panted. Her hips rose and fell beneath me in an intoxicating rhythm. "Do you have... have enough... daddy... to make me a mommy...?" My daughter fell flat to the floor and my wet fuck knob bounced into the air above her ripe ass. Yvette then turned over and her tits fell back. She put first one and then the other ankle on each of my shoulders and touched my cock again. She pointed my heavy, cum-filled end back at her trembling, greedy cum-sucking cunt. "...it'll take a ton, daddy..." My breath got caught in my throat as I penetrated her again. On my knees in front of my daughter, I gave it to her again. My cockhead couldn't take any more of her slick nectar. I couldn't stand any more of her pitch-perfect friction. I kept pounding in her ferociously as shot after shot of hot baby splatter whipped the walls of her gorgeous, full dripping quim. She trembled in the grip of my hands and faced me almost apologetically. The apology evaporated and was replaced with the ecstasy of her climax. I could see she was holding back the urge to shout. I fell back, out of her pussy and stood up with haste. I smacked my cock as I returned it to my pajama pants. I looked down at Yvette. She only had the green top on. Her creamy, tanned thighs were wide open and smelly sex honey pot dripped our mutual butter. She reached down and dipped her fingers in it. She stared up at me and put those fingers in her mouth. "Get off the floor, Yvette." "Think I'll be here awhile, daddy... you fucked me into the ground." She slurped more of the sap from her fingers before she reached between her legs for another sample. "Yeah, but..." I tried to reason with my eyes. "Angela..." "You didn't seem to be worried about that before..." "Please." I gathered up her discarded pants and panties. "I like 'please.'" Yvette said and stood up. She took her clothes and slipped them on. She neglected to button the jeans. "I just hope you're not thinking we're friends or anything..." I grabbed her arms so hard that her tits shook. She raised her chin and giggled at an inside joke. She then struggled her arms free of my grasp. Her tanned skin reflected my handgrips. She pinched my cheek like one might a child. I frowned at her, "I'm taking this dammed ring off my cock and balls." "I don't care what you do." She reached up and tugged my damaged earlobe. The pain caused me to smack her wounded tit. She inhaled sharply through her nose and slapped me across the face. She moved passed me and strode out the kitchen door with her pants still popped open. I couldn't help but watch her magnificent ass in her tight jeans. She was obviously toying with me. I had no idea what was coming and she had no intention of tipping her hand. The seed of a very dark thought entered my mind. I was enjoying the game. I walked into the living room. My erection was still solid but totally spent. When I saw Angela, I pretended to scratch myself so that she wouldn't notice that her big little mister was all stirred up. "Did Yvette tell you where she was going?" Angela said to the television. Temptation's Contrast "No. She left?" "Yeah. Went right out the front door without saying a word to me." "Huh," I managed and went up the stairs to put on some street clothes. Alone in the master bedroom, I pulled off my pajama pants and admired my erection. It was still slick with Yvette's unwholesome juices. It had lost only a touch of its prowess. I then went to remove her nipple ring from around my balls. It was difficult to squeeze each of my balls through the ring, but at least it didn't hurt. Once my balls were free, it was easy to slide the ring down my cock. I smelt it. It was the smell that Yvette and I made together. I put the ring into my mouth and proceeded to get dressed while I sucked on our mixed flavor. She had been putting the fear of God into me, but I hadn't seen anything close to a wraith yet. She'd fucked me twice after violating her rules. The sex seemed a little more mean spirited and violent, but I saw no real difference in how she treated me. In fact I was even free of her rules. When I grabbed my keys, I felt that whatever consequence she was planning I'd probably be able to handle. "Be right back," I said to Angela as I went out the door. I chirped my car unlocked and opened the door. Yvette was in the passengers seat. Her green top was pulled down to reveal her left tit. She held her breast up to her tongue with her left hand. Her other hand was between her legs --which were naked. I didn't know where her pants were, but I assumed her panties were with them. She licked her nipple as she stared at me coldly. The nipple was wet and puffy. Her Ipod laid across her lap. I could hear her earbuds blasting that distant rap music. "Mom was right," she gasped as she leaned away from her tit. She pulled the seat lever and fell backward to a horizontal position. My daughter then spread her legs and showed me what her other hand was up to. "I did take the cucumber to do god knows what to it..." The vegetable was deep inside of her pussy. Her hand worked it back and forth with the skill of a porn star. She alternated pressure and speed as she twisted the thick and green food stock inside of her. My daughter panted in time with her thrusts as she stared at me. The entire cab smelled like her damp and leaking pussy. The wetness from between her legs stained the seat. I got into the driver's seat and closed the door. I put the key into the ignition and listened to Yvette's breathing. She was timing her breath and movement to the beat of her Ipod. I heard the pace she worked herself to with thick vegetable. The sound of it was erotic. I felt my member throb in my pants as she continued to pleasure herself. I wondered if she was inviting me to action. I reached between her legs to touch the cucumber. "NO!" She shrieked and her barefoot came up and kicked my forehead. I grabbed my forehead just as her foot relaxed again. I looked at her. She only stared at me as she opened her mouth to suck on her own tit. She opened her lips slowly and ran her flat tongue over the puffy nipple. Her eyes held mine ferociously. They only fluctuated mildly in response to her masturbation. I wasn't in the mood for this particular game, so I started the car. I listened to the wet sucking sounds of her lips on her nipple as she stroked the cucumber in and out of her wet, gaping pussy. Her moans grew married to the sounds of swallows and gasps. Her nose rose with the intensity of her breathing. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she writhed up and down in her seat. I came to a traffic light and watched Yvette ram the cucumber in and out of her pussy. She made light wrist motions that ensured her clit was served. I looked back at her face. She held her breath now and stared at me. I knew that expression. She was intoxicated with sensation. Her climax was about to pay off. Somebody honked behind me. The light was green. I drove forward. "Ugh..." Yvette's voice was wet and guttural. "...oh fuck... oh fuck..." She inhaled sharply and her back went stiff as a board. Her climax rocked her clenched buttocks as she rose up off of the seat. Her solid calves slammed her feet into the floorboard as she grinded against the very nearly buried cucumber. I glanced between her orgasm and the road. Yvette finally collapsed and her chest heaved. I swallowed. Her show had made my cock especially hard. I had to fight the instinct to slam on the brakes and fuck the shit out of her. My hands clenched the steering wheel and I stared at all of the vivid traffic colors. She reached behind her seat and produced a cigarette and lighter. She lit up in the car and used the lever to bring her seat up again. I glanced over at her. Yvette was turned toward me, her back against the passenger door. One arm was wrapped around the chair; the other held her burning cigarette near her spread pussy. The cucumber still sat inside of her. I watched the smoke roll between her thighs a moment before I looked back at the road. "Hungry, daddy?" She asked. Before I could reply, she had the cucumber in front of my nose. The thing was soused in her sweet marinade. Yvette's scent was acrid arousal. Her smell was absolutely familiar and something I still yearned for. I put my tongue out and licked it. It reminded me of her nipple ring. The taste was perfect but only the shadow of the real thing. "Open up," Yvette said and put her cigarette to her lips. I opened my mouth for her and she put the cucumber in my mouth. More of her taste mixed with the taste of the cucumber. She let go of the vegetable and I quickly bit into it to hold in place. Her hand went to my pants. "Jesus Christ, daddy..." She cooed. "I think we have a winner." I felt her open my pants as she took a drag. Her fingers deftly removed my erection from my shorts. Her perfect fingertips traced its silky skin all the way to its swollen tip. "So much warmer than the grocery fuck..." Yvette whispered. She moved in her seat so that her lips were right next to my ear. I couldn't respond with the cucumber in my mouth. She lifted her leg up and over my lap. My eyes widened. Yvette was going to straddle my lap as she faced me. Her cigarette hand reached around me to rest on the driver's side window. Carefully, she maneuvered her legs to straddle the driver's seat. She put her cigarette between her teeth. The cord to her Ipod drifted to rest between us. Ashes fell off of the end of her burning cigarette. She reached between her spread legs and she found my ripened ramrod. She lifted herself up and I had to peer around her to see where I was driving. I shuddered as she pulled the cock that gave her life back into her another time. Her perfect, sopping sheath holstered my shooter completely and she raised her chin in satisfaction. I felt her ankles hook behind the seat. With her cigarette still clenched in her teeth, she pulled down her green top and black bra again. I tried to ignore her terrific tits in favor of the road. My arms gripped the wheel on either side of her. Yvette took her cigarette out of her mouth and blew smoke in my face. She grinned at the cucumber still stuck out of my mouth. She swiveled her hips and moved my cock inside of her. I could feel her wet lips as they greased my pubic hair and balls with her lewd juices. She drew herself close to the cucumber and opened her mouth wide. She slipped it into her lips and scooted forward. I could feel the vegetable between us vibrate with the nuances of the road below the speeding car. Out lips touched. Her eyes were closed. Mine were wide open. She released herself from the cucumber. My daughter leaned away and pushed her back into the steering wheel. She scooted her clit against my roaring member. She put her cigarette to her lips again and the fire at the end burned so bright. Her eyes fluttered as her pussy walls quaked around my cock. I swerved the car around a pedestrian. She lifted her hips and brought them down with hypnotic measure. Her pussy was a dripping metronome, quietly drawing more semen from tightening balls. I raised my hips up from the seat to hungrily slam her. This made her gasp. I did it again and again. Her gasps were inter-cut with animalistic moans and groans. The ash on her cigarette was long. The smell of the pussy-drenched cucumber teased my nose. I looked at the traffic before me. I needed to pull over but there was nowhere to park. Yvette grabbed my chin and forced me to face her. "That's it... daddy... you're gonna make... your little... girl proud..." Yvette hissed. I fucked up and down in the chair. Harder and harder. Her thighs held the seat and she used her pussy to fuck me back. Our timing locked into place. With every slurp her pussy wiped on my member, I wiped her back with equal authority and primal need. Her eyes were as lustful as I'd ever seen them. The cigarette had burned itself out, so she dropped it to the floorboard. Yvette punched the ceiling above us and shouted at the top of her lungs, "...yeah...yeah...yeah...do it in me... do it in me!" In the rearview mirror, I could see a police car with its sirens blaring. I slammed on my brakes. This caused Yvette's tits to slam the cucumber and brought her pussy down on my cock even harder. I was stopped in the road. And the officer was getting out of his car. Yvette kept gyrating on my cock and she leaned toward my torn earlobe. "...this is the way the world ends..." she hissed. "...this is the way the world ends..." The rap music blared from beneath her blonde hair. She sucked my earlobe into her mouth and leaned away from me again. Her eyes were distant and final. She popped the earbuds out of her ears. With my erection still inside of her, Yvette pressed the power button on the window. I didn't know what was coming, but I was scared that whatever I could think of would never be as evil as what she had planned. The police officer came to the window to see my cock in the girl and a cucumber in my mouth. "This is my father..." Yvette said to the cop. She then laughed. "Daddy? Meet Officer..." She read his nametag. "...Reyes." Her laughter became contagious for herself and she laughed even more. And louder still. My dick was the limpest it had ever been.