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Torrent

By: Wilfu1



"Dad, quick! Pull in here," Kylie cried, breaking the droning monotony of the off-road tyres on bitumen.

I stood on the brakes and heaved my Toyota Prado off the road to the right, bumping slowly onto the dirt track between the gates of a vineyard. The name on the sign had no significance to me, but none of these boutique wineries ever did. As we crawled up the long, winding drive, I couldn't see any of the usual signage, flags and fanfare that welcomed the pretentious masses to the cellar door.

"I don't know that they're open, Sweetheart," I offered as we pulled up outside the nondescript metal farm shed.

"It'll be all right," Kylie replied, "we order heaps of wine off these guys for the restaurant. They won't mind."

Kylie told me to wait in the car, and she skipped off into the shed to find someone. My eyes fell briefly on her cute little ass in those faded denim cut-offs as she bounced out of the sunlight in through the gaping roller door.

"Restaurant," I scoffed to myself with a shake of my head, as I continued to watch her. She'd been waitressing at an upmarket wine bar ever since she'd turned eighteen. It was the sort of place that charged upwards of $25 a glass, apparently perfectly matched to equally overpriced morsels of tapas. And in response to the celebrity chef craze, they'd expanded into ripping off the sharp elbows crowd for lunch and dinner too.

She stopped just inside the shed, and I could see her talking to someone who hadn't yet appeared in the doorway. She moved her hands in animated explanation, and her head tilted to the side, causing her mane of glossy auburn hair to wash across her back from one side to the other. 

She extended her hand to the approaching stranger, now in my view. He looked about my height, a full head taller than Kylie. Although he seemed to have a good ten years on me, in his mid to late fifties. He took her hand, and rather than shake it, he pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek.

Kylie welcomed the attention, smiling brightly and brushing her free hand across her chest. She played with the buttons on the front of her shirt a few moments longer, with more smiles and head tilts, then turned to me and waved me over.

I introduced myself to Michael and thanked him for seeing us when he was obviously closed.

"Oh, it's no problem at all," he explained. "I've always got time for Kylie. She's one of my best customers." Then to her, "I just can't believe it's taken so long to finally meet you in person. How long have you been buying off me?" 

"I've only been working at the restaurant for nine months," she replied.

"God! It feels like a lot longer than that." He shook his head and asked Kylie if she was going to place another order for the restaurant.

"Oh no. Dad and I are going camping up in the National Park for a few days. I just saw the sign on the gate, and thought I'd pop in to say hello." Then she smiled and fingered the button that was struggling to hold her shirt together across her heavy breasts. "And maybe pick up a case or two."

Michael chuckled knowingly, and ushered us over to a rustic timber bar in the front corner of the shed. It was a functional affair, with half a dozen miss-matched stools in front. Behind the unfinished hardwood counter, shelf after shelf overflowed with countless wine bottles, all sporting the same label. A quick scan around the interior of the vast shed saw bottles give way to neatly stacked boxes stamped with the same logo, and eventually row after row of towering oak wine barrels.

I turned back, passing my gaze discreetly across Kylie's toned thighs, which were crossed alluringly under the bar. Michael poured an inch of white wine into the last of three glasses that were lined up on the bar in front of us.

"This is last year's savvy," Michael announced, as Kylie swirled her glass in front of her face and lifted it to her nose.

I watched her slowly close her eyes and breathe in the aroma of the wine. Then she lowered the glass to her full lips, which parted slowly to take in the rim. Kylie held the wine in her mouth for a moment, moving it around her tongue, tasting it fully. It was a seductive sight to be sure, and I caught myself holding my own breath as the tip of her tongue flicked across her lips as she swallowed.

Conscious not to stare, I focussed my full attention into my own tasting glass, and threw it down like a shot of something much harder. "Mmm, that's not bad."

Kylie wrinkled her nose and glared at me with those steel grey eyes. Her expression said it all: shut up, Dad, you're embarrassing me.

Michael hadn't noticed my philistine behaviour, or at least hadn't been rude enough to react to it. He instead was enjoying the delicacy of my daughter's oral performance.

Kylie pushed her glass away, leaving the lion's share of the sample swirling gently in the bottom. "Have you still got any of the 2009?"

"You're a tough one," Michael smiled. "It was a bit wet last year. I should have known better than to try and sneak that one past you."

He lined up three fresh glasses and splashed another tiny sample into each from a new bottle. I took my time with the second tasting, holding it in my mouth a little longer, before swallowing it down.

"Mmm, I think I prefer the first one. It's a bit sweeter." But really, what the fuck did I know? I would have preferred a beer.

There was no wrinkled nose this time. The look I got from Kylie was one hundred per cent stink eye. Her impatiently bobbing hiking boot completed the picture.

I kept going, trying to find some safe ground, "Have you got any pinot noir?"

"Sorry, mate," Michael replied, as Kylie tasted the 2009. "We just do sauvignon blanc here."

"Oh don't mind him," she apologised. "Pinot's the only one he can remember from the degustation I dragged him too a few months ago. He's more beer and nachos.

"That, however," she took another slow, seductive sip, "is beautiful. How much have you got left?"

"Actually, we're coming to the end of that one. The Hilton in Sydney nearly cleaned me out." Michael went on, telling her all about his monster order and other wine-related business. 

I gestured at the first bottle still sitting on the bar, and Michael expertly poured me a full glass as he spoke to my daughter. I didn't need to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes.

"You know, the thing about wine," Michael said, pouring Kylie and himself a full glass from the second bottle, "is that it's all down to how much you enjoy it. All the rest of it...it's just bullshit."

I laughed and held my glass out to his. "To bullshit."

Michael clinked my glass, repeating the toast. Then he touched his glass to Kylie's with a silent nod, while she beamed at him. 

I went to offer mine to Kylie, but she had already lifted it to her lips. I returned my attention to my own wine, and slowly nursed it during their inane conversation about tannins, oaky lingers and other pretentious nonsense.

After lots of flirting and feigned offence, Kylie had arranged to buy three boxes of the treasured 2009 sauvignon blanc. I balked at the six hundred dollars that she had negotiated him down to, especially as it came off my credit card, but what was I going to do? 

We each carried a box of twelve bottles out to the car, loading them onto the floor in the rear foot well. And as I was rearranging some of the camping gear, Michael returned with a fourth box. I could see from the date printed on it, that it was my favourite from last year.

"This one's on me," Michael smiled. "To bullshit."

"Oh," Kylie groaned, with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side. "Don't encourage him." 

I thanked him warmly, shaking his hand, then climbed in behind the wheel. As I clicked on my seatbelt, I watched Kylie hug him in the rear view mirror, pressing her breasts into his chest and planting a kiss on his cheek. It had been a while since she was that warm and affectionate with me.

Then again, I suppose that was my fault.

Once we were back out on the highway, Kylie broke the silence, "Oh my God. That was such a good deal."

"Sweetheart, that was six hundred dollars. For only three dozen bottles."

"Dad," she explained, now more serious, "we sell that for ninety-five dollars a bottle at the restaurant. Michael can easily sell a single box for six hundred."

"Whoa!"

"Exactly. And why did you think we bought three?" The question was of course rhetorical. "Now that he's sold out to the Hilton, I can give one of our boxes to the restaurant, and Andrew will give me six hundred for it. Hell, if it's the last box, he'll give me eight." She snorted to herself. "He'll probably sell it for a hundred and fifty a bottle now. Anyway, you get your money back, and I get two dozen bottles of the best savvy I've ever tasted."

"Fuck me! That's amazing," I replied.

"You sound surprised. Don't you think I know what I'm doing?"

"I guess it's hard for me to accept that my little girl's growing up," I offered. "I mean, look at the size of those tits."

Kylie shot me the filthiest look she had in her arsenal, her head snapping around so fast, I thought she gave herself whiplash.

"What?" I pleaded. "It's from that movie. You know, Vampires Suck, or Breaking Wind, or something? It was the best one of those Twilight movies"

Her glare faded, but she kept staring at me with disbelief.

"Oh get fucked. That was funny." I said dryly.

Kylie shook her head to herself, then turned away to look out her side window. But I still caught it. That smile she tried to hide from me. I could always rely on her filthy sense of humour.

I snorted a laugh to myself. I had finally managed to put a crack in her armour.

"What?" She turned back to me.

"Oh, I was just thinking about the dad in that movie. You know, when she finds the blow-up doll in her room. He says, 'I put it in a warm bath for fifteen minutes before I use it so it isn't creepy.'" 

"Oh, that is so wrong," Kylie laughed.

We both laughed, trading funny lines from that and other tasteless movies. But before long, the laughter gave way to silence, as the valley of farms gave way to national park, and the clear blue sky gave way to clouds, and then torrential rain.

"Well, camping in the rain should be fun," I mused as we pulled onto another dirt track, or more accurately, mud.

"Yeah, there's nothing like being trapped in a tent together for a week to bring us closer together," she said sarcastically.

"I'm glad your mother suggested it."

"I'm glad we've got the wine," she retorted with a smile.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Just like we used to. How long's it been?"

"Five years." There was no emotion in her voice anymore.

We were silent for a while, as I nursed the Toyota down a steep track towards the river.

"Wait a minute," I argued. "Remember the last time? We had to hurry back for your fifteenth birthday."

"Okay then: nearly four." Her tone told me she was done on the subject.

I pulled up as the track disappeared into the river, the heavily wooded mountains looming ominously above us. It wasn't a big deal, I'd done this crossing dozens of times over the years, often in less capable cars than what I had now. But the water was flowing a lot faster than I ever remembered it.

The white noise of the driving rain on the roof competed with the roar of the river in front of us. The whole time, the sound of the wipers on full bore fought to be heard above the din.

I stole one more glance at Kylie's shapely thighs, then lifted my foot off the break and eased the nose into the fast flowing river. It was always a bit unnerving driving into water, but if I kept us pointed at the track on the opposite bank, I knew we'd be all right. 

A thick, white foaming bow wave formed around us, before being carried off downstream on my side of the car. We were getting buffeted a little, but I could see the water was only half way up the body of the Prado. But we were still going down slightly. About a third of the way across, I saw the water in front of us glow as the headlights dipped below the waterline.

"Are we okay?" Kylie asked in response to the car being rocked more violently in the deeper water.

"As long as the water doesn't come up over the bonnet, we'll be fine," I replied. 

I began to wonder whether I should have bought the Landcruiser instead. It was a more serious four wheel drive than the Prado, and if I'd got the optional snorkel, it could have coped with having its engine dunked. As it was though, we seemed to pass the centre point of the river, with the water only coming up to just short of the window line. We were heading up, much to the relief of both of us.

Then, about three quarters the way across, we lurched violently to the right, my side of the car dipping down sharply about forty-five degrees. The fast flowing river started pushing us over.

"Daddy!" Kylie's hand shot up to the grab handle on the pylon in front of her as our world tilted sideways

I threw the steering wheel to the right in an effort to throw the Toyota's weight back into the oncoming river, and gunned the engine to get more force behind it.

It worked, the car tipping back upright. But we were well off the track and now driving with the flow of water. I stomped on the brakes, but it was too late.

The bonnet plunged down beneath the river. The entire windscreen filled with white foam, then murky green water. But we were stopped.

"Oh God, Daddy!"

"It's all right, Sweetheart," I assured her, tapping at the inch or two of daylight at the top of the windscreen, "we're not all the way under. And we can still get out the back."

I could see it from the mirror, but Kylie spun around in her seat to see nothing but grey sky out the rear window.

"It's okay," I reassured her. And we exchanged a nervous smile.

Despite not having a snorkel, I noticed that the engine was somehow still running. I quickly threw it into reverse and planted my foot on the accelerator. But the miracle came coughing and spluttering to a halt as the engine sucked in nothing but water. We were done.

She was looking to me now for what to do. I told her to crawl out the back of the car, but to wait before opening the tailgate. 

She unclipped her seatbelt and nimbly climbed up between the front seats. I followed her as she scrambled over the back seats, my view filled with the perfect vision of her ass mere inches in front of my face. 

She waited for me in the rear compartment, perched on top of all our camping gear. I asked her how it looked outside as I squeezed up beside her.

"It looks like a river," she said with confusion.

"No, Sweetheart. Is there any debris or anything floating towards us?"

"Oh, no. There's nothing. It's clear."

"Okay then, out we go," I said, not quite able to get myself to the window.

Kylie swung the rear door open. But as soon as she did, water splashed up from the rear bumper and poured into the car. She screamed, but I urged her on, pushing her out with my hand firmly on her ass. She tumbled, half falling out the back of the car, but quickly gaining a footing.

"Fuck that's cold!" she complained, standing in waist-deep water at the rear of the car. The rain was well on its way to soaking her hair and shirt, causing both to cling to her body.

I was quickly out beside her, equally unhappy with the temperature of the water. I grabbed the tent and sleeping bags from the back, and thrust them at Kylie and ordered her to the closest bank. I heaved the esky to the edge of the boot, and piled on the blow-up mattress, foot pump, a tarp and some rope. Then power lifting the load, I used my body to push the rear door closed before following Kylie to the shore.

"Get that tent set up as quick as you can," I puffed, stepping up onto the bank.

"Here?"

"No, up there," I replied, pointing to a grove of trees on a small plateau about fifty metres up a steep slope to our right. "The river might burst its banks overnight. We want to be high up."

Kylie struggled up the slope, slipping a few times on the wet grass, but she stayed on her feet and got to the level ground up ahead. For me, however, the climb was a lot harder. I was in a painful shuttle crawl, heaving my load an arm's-length up the slope, then crawling on my knees to follow it. 

When I got to our camp site, I saw that Kylie already had the tent laid out near the grove of eucalypts, and was threading one of the flexible poles through the sleeve. She'd wrapped the waterproof fly around the sleeping bags to protect them from the rain, and I shoved the inflatable mattress in under the bundle when I dropped my load. When I got to her, she had already started threading the second pole, and I jumped in and guided it through the gap at the top of the dome tent, before threading it back down my side.

With the poles crossed in an X, we both clipped the open ends into the rings at each corner, and the blue dome rose out of the grass in one, graceful motion.

"That's a mighty fine barn, English," I said in what I suppose was more of an Irish accent, as I grabbed the mattress and sleeping bags to throw inside.

"The Simpsons?" Kylie asked with a furrowed brow, as she caught the corner of the fly I threw to her.

"Witness, Gen Y" I said indignantly. "With Harrison Ford and Kelly McGillis. She was fine."

"Who?"

"The chick from Top Gun."

"How about something that was made after I was born?" she laughed, now in a crouch, securing the fly and hammering the pegs into the ground through the rings.

"Never mind," I sighed. "You right here? I'll see what else I can salvage."

She waved me away with a nod of her head, and I slid back down to the river on my ass, before wading back over to the car. The water had well and truly got inside, with more splashing in through the open rear door. All our clothes and other soft items were drenched, although I did manage to recover a couple of dry towels from on top of the fishing gear. With those over my shoulder, I grabbed the portable Webber barbeque and made my way back to Kylie.

Hauling the awkwardly shaped Webber and its stand up the slope nearly killed me. But when I crested the ridge, I was rewarded with the sight of Kylie tying off the last corner of the tarp around one of the nearby trees. She was reaching up on her tip toes, the bottom of her shirt pulled out from the waistband of her shorts, revealing her sexy taut stomach. Her sopping buff shirt was almost transparent, clinging to her lean frame. And the little rivulets of water cascading down her body took my breath away.

I brought the barbeque in under the tarp, and got about setting it up on its frame. Kylie came in out of the wet, brushing the excess water from her shirt. I tried not to stare as her hands brushed down across her breasts and stomach, but I just couldn't pull my eyes off her. Even when I snapped my fingers painfully in the frame, I kept leering.

"What about the gas bottle?" Kylie asked between chattering teeth.

That was what finally snapped me out of my fixated inspection of the lacy frills across the top of her bra, visible through her waterlogged shirt. I spun around and looked down at the Toyota, ass up in the river. "Oh fuck."

"Come on then," Kylie laughed, "I'll give you a hand.

I made her wait on the bank, as I waded back in to retrieve the gas bottle for the Webber. And when I came trudging back to her, she asked me to go back for the wine, complete with pouting lips and puppy dog eyes.

I only grabbed three of the four boxes in the end, before hip checking the rear door shut and heading for slightly les wet land, rolling my eyes the whole way.

Another bastard climb up to the camp site had me disgorging my shipment of wine in the tent, next to the esky and other items we'd saved. While back out under the tarp, Kylie was crouched down, hooking up the gas bottle to the Webber. 


Torrent of Lust



My husband is a tall, slim and handsome man. When I married him, our love life was a torrent of lust that took me places I had never been before. After we had two children, though, it was hard for us to maintain that level of sexual excitement. As our children became horny teenagers, I kept noticing how Dan (my husband) could not help ogling his daughter Amy. Like her father, she was already tall for her age. And I felt a tinge of envy and jealousy when I saw her bare breasts, as large as my own but not sagging at all. 

Then there was Joey, only a year younger than Amy. He seemed to have come of age very suddenly. One day he was just a kid who needed constant attention, and then he was a tall gangly teenager protective of his privacy. Often the door to his room would be closed and he seemed to use up an enormous number of boxes of tissues in a week. No doubt about it, he was a horny masturbating young man. I wondered what sort of things turned him on. Could it be his sister's luscious breasts?

It was those breasts, I knew, that drew Dan's attention. I should have said something, I guess, but I just couldn't. Since this story is anonymous, there is no harm in admitting the truth: I was turned on by the idea. When she would come down to breakfast wearing only a light old shirt of his, buttons mostly open, and I saw how he pretended not to eye her lovely bosom, I would become moist as quick, hot thoughts zoomed through my mind. Dan rises and approaches her, kissing her gently, one hand lifting her shirt and caressing her bare behind as his other hand fondles a soft breast. 

A little while later, after both had left for the day, I would sit in a hot tub and close my eyes, gradually bringing myself to a climax with one or another continuation of the secret thoughts and images. He bends to kiss one breast and then another while guiding her hand to his now revealed erect organ....

Then, one day, this eroticism took a new turn. The lust of our early years abruptly returned in a way I would never have predicted.

It was early evening and I had been doing one thing or another, including chatting with Joey in the living room. At a certain point, I decided to go upstairs. In our three-story large home, the second floor -- where I now headed -- featured a big modern bathroom as well as several bedrooms. 

As I approached the top of the stairs, I heard Dan's voice coming from the bathroom. It was not exactly a whisper but it had a certain tone to it. It reminded me of how he talked to me in bed sometimes, as we approached having sex. This thought froze me to the spot and I paused to listen further.

Now I heard Amy sigh. It was a real sigh and not one of my imagined ones! 

"Oh Dad, that feels so nice," Amy whispered as I now stood a foot from the bathroom doorway, itself somewhat ajar.

Dan's voice was now clearer to me and as he spoke, that moist, aroused feeling hit me.

"Hmm, I love to wash your bosom, sweetheart, do you like Dad to soap you up this way?" 

Dan was washing his daughter's breasts! She was in the bathtub, no doubt and he must have been on his knees beside it, his hands massaging the soap into his daughter's soft breasts!

"Hmm, Dad, I love it!" 

"I'm going to get that soap off now, sweetheart."

I took a chance and peeked. What I saw aroused me even further. Dan had on only his boxer shorts and his erect thick, long prick was sticking out, not visible to Amy but fully on display for me!

I couldn't help it. I know I should have stopped it, but I couldn't. I quickly went to our bedroom and stripped off all my clothes and then threw on a bathrobe. Then I returned to the bathroom door, now both listening and peeking. 

I heard the familiar excited tremor in my husband's voice now.

"Hmm, baby, your legs are so smooth."

I saw his hand caressing the glistening thigh of my daughter Amy as she sat back in the tub, one of her hands fondly and squeezing a lovely breast.

"Oh, Dad, your hand feels so nice," Amy said.

I opened my robe and, like Amy, let one hand play with a dangling large breast, turning myself on even more. With the other hand, I began to gently touch the folds of my now very wet cunt as I listened to Dan's erotically charged words.

"You're so lovely, Amy, so lovely, let me...."

As I watched his hand find her moist center, I suddenly heard a sound behind me. 

It was Joey! He was a few feet away, having just come upstairs. His mouth was open in shock. He was staring at my partially visible breast and my hand upon it, his eyes flitting from that to my open robe and the other hand poised at my cunt lips.

I quickly put a finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet and then crooked it to indicate that he should approach.

As he came closer, I could see the arousal in his eyes. Following my silent direction, he only paused when his body was so close to mine that I could feel his hot hardness against my thigh. 

I felt something come over me. Some new, something so exciting I would never have expected to feel it in my entire life. 

I brought my lips close to his ear and whispered, "Listen!"

"Oh, Dad, oh, yes, please, oh...."

Joey turned beet red, his eyes asking a question.

I put my finger to my lips and then again whispered an answer into his hot ear.

"Dad -- making her feel that way."

Joey stared at me. I pressed myself closer to him, thinking of Amy being finger-fucked by Dan, her Dad, my husband. Thinking of Joey, my son, my own son, hotly eyeing my breasts, his erection pressed against my naked thigh. I leaned into Joey once again and whispered my words into his hot ear.

"Mom will make you feel good too, honey."

I knelt before him and tugged at his jeans as he helped. In a moment, his bare cock sprang out. I couldn't stop myself. I enveloped it with my mouth, licking it, sucking it! My juices were flowing down my leg, my entire body a cauldron of forbidden ecstasy. 

Joey began to pitch back and forward, fucking my mouth. I wanted him so badly! I fingered my cunt and brought myself off just as his cock jumped out of my mouth and his cum flew over my face. Then I heard Amy.

"Oh, Dad, oh, oh, ...."

And I heard Dan too.

"Oh, Amy, oh, yes." 

Turning a little, still on my knees, I looked into the bathroom to see that Dan's own eruption was flying over Amy's face!

Well, that was the event that brought on the big change in our sex lives. I mean the sex between Dan and me.

That night, as Dan began to whisper to get me aroused, I surprised him. Usually I'm quiet as he talks. But this time it was different, very different.

It began with Dan's usual arousing whisper.

"Hmm, baby, I love you're big soft tits. I'm going to suck them and then go down on you and suck your hot wet cunt!"

But now, rather than just urge him on, I gave him a big surprise.

"Hmm, yes, show your girl how you love her, Daddy!"

I heard his gasp and then felt his prick rising.

"Yes, yes!" He said urgently.

"You always wanted to fuck your hot daughter, didn't you Daddy?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Hmm, Daddy, I always think about it too, I want it too, Daddy."

"Oh, baby, Daddy's going to kiss you everywhere."

Dan went down on me, his tongue fucking me at a rapid clip and I could feel his excitement in a way that I had not done so for quite a number of years.

"Do you like this, sweetheart?" he asked as he continued his oral loving and as my cunt became hotter and hotter.

"Oh, Daddy, I do. Please, Dad, make love to me now!"

"Yes, baby, yes, Daddy will make love to you!"

He positioned himself over me. I opened wider for him and gave him another shocker.

"Come on Daddy, fuck your daughter, fuck her the way you dream of it. Fuck her, fuck your daughter now!" 

His prick rammed into me as he called out, "Baby, yes, Daddy is fucking you. Did you always want him to fuck you baby?"

"Yes, yes, Daddy, I dream of it every night, dream of my Daddy putting his big cock in me and fucking me blind!"

"Oh, baby, yes, yes," he groaned as he shot his load into me and as I myself trembled with another orgasm.

We fell back on the bed and then looked at each other. I laughed. Then he laughed. We could not stop laughing!

I stopped laughing and cuddled up to him. For a while he was silent and then I felt him stirring. I looked and saw his cock curl into semi-erectness.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Hmm, I was just wondering, thinking." His prick grew harder.

I bent to kiss it.

"Kiss it Mom, show your boy how you love to kiss his cock!"

I became wet all over again.

"You're going to get it tonight Mom, your boy is going to let you have it, the cock you want, where you want it!" Dan's voice had a hard edge as he turned toward me as I fell back, my legs spreading, my mind shifting gears. I was hotter than ever!

"Come on, show your Mommy how you can do it!"

"Here, Mom, your boy is inside you now. Is this what you want?"

"Hmm, yes," I muttered, feeling the hard prick enter me.

"Ask your boy for it, go ahead, don't be shy, you know you want to!"

"Fuck me, fuck your mother, give it to me!"

"Yes, Mom, yes, your son is mother-fucking you!"

"Mother-fuck me!" I was in a wild delirium now.

"Oh, Mom, you feel so gooood," he said.

Then he paused. I felt his prick swelling up even more, if that was possible! Then it was his turn to shock me.

"You're going to get it where you really need it. Your boy is going to show you a really hot time, Mom!"

With that, Dan pulled out and flipped me over, quickly putting my compliant body where he wanted it: my head forced into the pillow, my legs spread, and my ass high in the air.

Then he was licking and kissing and sucking my asshole. This was not something new in itself but we had never done the next thing, what then occurred. 

I felt something cool on my asshole and I trembled a bit with anxiety.

"Go easy, honey," I whispered.

"You slut, you mother-fucked slut, you're going to get it!"

I trembled at his words but the juices flowed.

Then he entered me. At first it was painful, but after a few moments he was able to slide in and out easily. The heat was enormous. I fingered my cunt as he fucked me, my eyes closed and envisioning my boy behind me.

"Oh, Mom, do you like this? Do you like your boy to mother-fuck you this way?"

"Yes, yes, let me have it, harder, faster, fuck my ass, baby, show Mom how you can fuck her!"

"Ok, Mom, here it is, here's the hot boy-prick you want, up your hot mother ass, fucking you, your boy fucking his Mom's ass. Like it Mom?"

I was delirious with pleasure. "Oh yes, yes, fuck my ass, please, baby, fuck your mom's ass!"

In a moment, as a climax ran through my body, I felt him come into my ass and then he fell back, exhausted.

We looked at each. He laughed. I laughed.

"What a night!"

"What a day!"

"Glorious!"

"Fantastic!"

From that day forward, one of our favorite ways to turn on the love juices after so many years of marriage was sexual role-playing after an evening in which Dan would help Amy to take a bath while Joey and I had oral sex just outside the door. Somehow, we were able to control it. I never let Joey fuck me and Dan never fucked Amy. But in the deep of the night, our fantasy life would explode into hot sex. Our lust had been brought back from the early years and recreated. I was a woman pleasured in many ways. In many an evening, I would enjoy sucking my boy's cock or feeling his hot lips on my cunt and then, later, telling Dan how it felt as he became aroused and flipped me this way or that before he plowed into me with a ferocity that took me to new heights of eroticism. 

Not only did we do it in bed. We would go down into the kitchen and he would bend me over on the floor and fuck me in the ass right there. We would lie on the couch and sixty-nine for an hour or more. Well, I could go on, but that is my story. I love the Internet because I can now tell this crazy true story to the whole world without fear. 

Dan just chuckled as he read the story, before I added this closeout. He thinks I did a good job of narrating what actually happened. He said I left out only one thing. He said I forgot to say how beautiful I am.



Torrent



"Hey, I only saw one sleeping bag in there," I said, peeling off my shirt under the tarp.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she looked up at me, her grey eyes begging for forgiveness, "I dropped it in the river."

I couldn't help but sigh. Then, "That's all right, Sweety. We've still got one. We'll just have to share. Right now, just get those wet clothes off before you freeze to death. We'll get the rest sorted later."

Kylie undid her buttons and pulled the soaked shirt off, revealing that magnificent lacy bra. I'm sure it had an official colour, like mauve or lilac or something, but as far as I could tell, it was pale purple. 

Next came her tiny denim shorts, exposing a matching set of panties with a little bow on the front. To that point in my life, few things were more erotic than the sight of Kylie pushing those shorts down her long, glistening legs. 

I actually felt dizzy.

She left her underwear on, standing there in bra and panties, and hiking boots as well, wringing out her clothes and long hair. We hung our wet laundry on the length of rope she'd run under the tarp, and I handed her the dryer of the two towels

We scurried into the tent to finish getting ourselves sorted. After zipping ourselves up inside, I got to work pumping up the inflatable mattress, while Kylie hooked up a makeshift clothes line with the string from the cover of our last remaining sleeping bag. 

She took my towel and hung it up, before doing the same with her wet underwear and then slipping into the sleeping bag. I'd unfortunately missed the show, wrestling with a stubborn knot in my boot laces, but that was probably for the best. 

The last thing I wanted her to see was her father climbing into a tight sleeping bag with her, sporting a massive erection.

I sat on the mattress a moment, trying to delay the inevitable. There was going to be no room to hide from her in there. Oh Jesus, I thought to myself.

"Come on, Dad. Hurry up, it's freezing."

I sighed, then slipped my undies off, hanging them on the last few inches of string left by the towels and Kylie's sexy purple delicates.

I looked over my shoulder at my daughter, wrapped up like the proverbial bug in a rug. Those big grey eyes watching me intently.

My shivering was uncontrollable. But to be honest, I'm not sure how much of it, if any, was to do with how cold it was.

I lifted up the open flap of the sleeping bag until I saw the gentle curves of Kylie's slender body, her pale skin contrasting heavily with the black and red tartan pattern of the inside of the bag. My cock started to stir, so I quickly dived in beside her, then turning my back to her, I zipped the bag closed. But as I did, the zip also pulled Kylie and I tightly together. 

She was trembling too, but I was sure that was entirely due to the cold. Me on the other hand...

My cock was proudly at attention, and I was in a living hell.

I lay there with my back to her, absolutely resolved to keep my erection away from my daughter.

"Oh, Dad, this is silly," she eventually said after a few minutes. "Roll over."

I swallowed hard and shifted myself around onto my back. It was agony, her body brushing against mine with every tiny movement.

"They're only breasts. They won't bite you." And with that, she wrapped her arm and her leg around me, pushing herself hard up against the full length of my body. The sensation of her soft flesh pressed against me was indescribable.

Kylie rubbed her thigh up and down mine, getting higher each time, until eventually she brought her knee up across my groin. I barely got my hand to my cock in time to shield it from her smooth inner thigh.

Crisis averted, but she just kept rubbing against me. It was driving me crazy.

I turned my head to look at her, and she was staring at me.

"Are you all right?" I managed, my voice catching in my throat.

"Yeah," she breathed. "I'm just cold. Can you please put your arms around me?"

I swallowed hard again and shifted my right arm around her shoulders, stroking her upper arm. But my left was still dutifully holding my erection away from her leg.

"Both arms, Dad," she protested. "I need you to hold me."

Her patrolling leg was on the upstroke towards my shameful little secret, and I just couldn't move my hand. But when her leg swept down again, I shifted myself onto my side to face her. I stuck my ass out hard into the cold zipper to create a void between us for my cock, bending my knees up to hold her legs away from me. 

In that position, I was able to get both arms around her, and I rubbed my hands across her back. The friction of my palms on her beautifully smooth skin was warming, and I thought I was onto a winner.

"Better?" I smiled.

Kylie stared at me for a long minute, then eventually asked, "Why do you keep pulling away from me?"

My blood froze. "What do you mean?"

"You always pull away from me," she said. "For as long as I can remember." 

"I don't pull away from you, Sweetheart," I lied.

"Yes you do. All the time. Whenever I give you a hug, or try to touch you, you get all awkward and pull away from me.

"I don't understand it. We were always so close when I was younger. We were best friends. We did everything together." She paused to steel herself for the next part. "But ever since I started menstruating, you've wanted nothing to do with me."

My eyes overflowed with tears. "That's not it at all, Sweetie..."

"Then what is it?" Her own eyes were wet and beginning to overflow. "I know you hate that I work at the restaurant and don't want to go to uni anymore. I know you think all those people are snobs. And I know you think I'm one of those people you hate so much..."

"Kylie, that's not..."

"I know that's not it." She was openly crying now. And so was I. "Because you've wanted nothing to do with me for a lot longer than that."

"Oh, Kylie, no..." My heart was breaking.

"What did I ever do...?" she sobbed loudly. "It's not my fault I'm a girl, Daddy."

I had no idea what to say. How on Earth had I managed to make my daughter feel like that?

"Do you even love me?"

"Of course I do," I managed to shoot back, through the excruciating pain of what she'd just asked. "Kylie, you mean the absolute world to me. There is nothing, I mean nothing at all more important to me than you.

"I don't give the slightest fuck about those assholes at the restaurant." I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point. "I don't even care about you not wanting to go to uni. Fuck! You know you're uncle John studied journalism at uni. And he's working in a fucking call centre at an insurance company for fuck's sake.

"The most important thing to me is that you're happy. Sure, I want you to be able to take care of yourself, but..." I had to wipe the tears from my face. "It makes me so unbelievably happy to see you loving your job the way you do. It is so hard to find your passion in life. Believe me! And to see you so in love with what you're doing...it makes me want to cry."

Kylie wiped the tears from my cheek with her palm, then asked, "So why don't you want to be close to me?"

"Honey, it's the exact opposite." I said the words before I realised what I was saying.

"What do you mean, it's the opposite?" She was genuinely confused.

I had nothing left. The dam had burst, and I couldn't hold back the torrent any longer.

"Sweetheart, you've become such a beautiful woman..." Even though it was pouring out of me, I still couldn't find the right words. I prayed to anything that would listen for my little girl to understand, and not make me say it.

She stared into my very soul, perplexed. The nervous anticipation of being on the cusp of discovering the biggest secret of her life was written all over her face.

Fuck you universe!

"Kylie, I love you so much. You are the most special thing in my life. It's just...I mean...you are just so beautiful." I held my hand over my face and groaned into my palm through gritted teeth. "I whish I didn't feel like that. I just...I find you so...I can't help it, but I...I'm reacting to you."

She furrowed her brow for a moment. She still wasn't getting it.

"When you hug me, and snuggle up to me...I...um..."

Her eyes finally flashed with realisation. "You mean I turn you on?"

I felt the heat and pressure of the blood in my face. It was so strong around my lips and nose, I thought I would start bleeding. "I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. It's not your fault. I just..."

"Oh, Daddy." She gently touched my face, her eyes locked with mine. It wasn't pity. It was something warmer, kinder: empathy.

"I didn't want you to feel anything. I didn't want you to freak out."

"You...you get an erection when I touch you?"

All I could do was nod, as the tears streamed out.

"I don't care about that," she sobbed. "I want my Daddy back." 

And with that, she pounced on me, throwing her leg over my thighs and rolling on top of me in the tightest embrace I've ever felt. We held each other and cried years worth of heartache and resentment away. I told her how much I loved her, and she, how much she missed me.

When the tears eventually ran dry, we lay there in each other's arms, listening to our breathing and the constant drum of rain on the tent. I kissed the drying tears from her cheeks, tasting the saltiness. She did the same, and before long we were planting soft little kisses on each other's lips. It was nothing sexual, just lovely, sweet little kisses to recharge the intimacy between us.

Kylie's eyes began to sparkle, and she smiled brightly between kisses. I ran my fingers through her thick, damp hair, tucking as much of it as I could behind her ear. The domed walls of the tent had turned everything a muted tone of blue, but her auburn mane had somehow managed to retain its deep glow.

Her eyes too, fought the muted blue of the dyed nylon. "Your eyes have little specks of gold in them," I said.

Her smile beamed, "So do yours." She kissed me again. 

The emotional outpouring had taken a fair bit of rigour from my cock, but it was still pretty hard. And now we seemed to be past that wall between us, the weight of my nubile daughter's naked body on mine was causing the blood to return.

"Is that it?" she asked, looking down between us briefly, but unable to see past her breasts squashed into my chest.

"Yeah." I blushed again. "Sorry. It...ahh..."

"It's okay. I don't mind," she smiled. "But can you move it a bit? It's just a little uncomfortable there."

I reached between us, forcing my hand between our tummies -- mine hairy, and hers so sensually smooth. I felt Kylie's flesh soften slightly on the back of my hand as I reached my target, and moved my aching cock to the side, nestling it in beside her hip bone.

"Mmm, that's better," she breathed, as she snuggled back into position.

We talked for hours, like we hadn't in too many painful years. We told each other how we'd felt all that time, and what we'd each been going through. We even managed to appreciate the irony in the situation -- to stop her pulling away from me because of my attraction to her, like a dickhead, I'd pulled away from her.

It was so incredible to have my little girl back.

It started getting darker outside, so we decided to cook some dinner while it was still light enough. I hadn't managed to rescue any torches from the sinking Prado. Standing there under the tarp with a damp towel around my waist, I sizzled up a couple of steaks and some onion on the Webber.

"What do we do about that?" Kylie asked, tilting her head down to the shipwrecked Toyota. She was also wrapped in a wet towel, and holding a pair of buttered bread rolls.

"We'll have to wait to be rescued. The car's fucked. It'll have to be towed back to civilisation. Unfortunately my phone's in the centre console," I pointed down to the car with the tongs.

"And mine's in my bag. Not that we'd get reception out here. How long before you think someone will come by?"

"That river's picking up, and judging by this rain, it's only going to get worse. I don't think anyone who knows what they're doing is going to be coming past here for a while."

Kylie wrinkled her nose at the prognosis.

"We've got shelter and plenty of food, I went on. "So we should be all right for a while. I don't think we need Bear Grills out here just yet."

She snorted a laugh and leaned up against me.

"Have you got those buns?" I asked, switching off the barbeque.

"I've got buns," she chirped. "How about these?" And with that, she stepped away, thrust her ass at me and lifted up the hem of her towel to expose that perfect little backside. 

My mouth fell open.

"What? I can't have fun with this?" she pouted, as she let the towel drop back into place. "Too soon?"

I smacked her on the ass with my free hand, eliciting a squeal, followed by a long giggle, as she sidled up against me once more. 

The Webber secure and our steak rolls assembled, we went back into the tent and ate our dinner, sitting up side by side in the sleeping bag. Kylie wouldn't waste one of her good bottles, so we instead shared one of my bullshit freebies, drinking straight from the bottle, as plates, glasses and other utensils also hadn't been rescued from the car.

"Not that I'd ever admit it," Kylie said after a long swig of the lesser wine. "This actually goes quite well with a barbecued steak sandwich."

I snatched the bottle off her with a shake of my head and roll of my eyes. She sat there, grinning broadly while chewing a mouthful of steak.

Darkness fell, and we were snuggled up tightly in each other's arms again. My raging cock was sticking into her stomach, but true to her word, she didn't seem to mind. It was just so lovely.

"Does it hurt?" she asked after a long pause in the conversation. "Your hard on?"

"It kind of aches," I replied, growing more comfortable with the freshly forged bond between us. To say nothing of the wine. "I imagine it feels a lot like when you're uncontrollably horny."

All she managed in reply was an, "Oh." An eternity more of white noise from the rain and river, then she said, "If you need to take care of it, you know, masturbate, I don't mind."

"That's all right," I smiled, "I'm not going out there in the cold to wank off."

"No. I mean you can do it here if you want."

"Thanks, Sweety. But I'm certainly not going to send you out into the rain while I stay in here and do that."

"I'm not going out there," she snorted. "If you want to take care of it here, now, I'm okay with it."

I pondered the offer long and hard to the soundtrack of raging water, but eventually decided against it. Kylie explained that "uncontrollably horny" really shouldn't be suffered, but in the end, I couldn't be convinced.

I kissed her goodnight, bringing an end to the conversation.

When I woke the next morning, I was spooning Kylie tightly. I could feel my engorged cock between her ass cheeks, and the sensation was an unbearable agony.

She stirred when I shifted my weight on my arm, pressing back into my cock. It was an electric surge throughout my body.

"Oh for God's sake, Daddy. Would you please wank. It's been poking me all night, and I haven't gotten any sleep." She was whiney and groggy, and definitely irritable.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Just hurry up, so I can get back to sleep."

Fuck it!

I reached down between us, grabbing my cock from the soft cleft of her spectacular ass. My precome was all over her buttocks and the small of her back, so I didn't need any lubrication. 

It felt so good stroking my shaft, rubbing my palm and fingers up over the slimy head, then back to the base. With every pump of my cock, my knuckles and the back of my hand ran up and down the crack of Kylie's ass. Her soft flesh, slick with my own precome, moulded around my fist as I went back and forth.

It didn't take long. Maybe fifteen or twenty strokes before I bucked in pure ecstasy, shooting thick streams of semen all over my stomach and my daughter's back. 

I just kept coming in wave after glorious wave, choking the head of my cock with lusty abandon.

I lay there breathing hard into Kylie's neck, the afterglow washing over me in a blissful warmth. I kept stroking my cock slowly, more for the feeling of her ass on the back of my hand, than the sensation in my own loins. And my body sliding against her cum-coated back felt so sinfully magnificent.

Kylie's body rose and fell in time with mine, as we lay there quietly until the drum of the rain overtook my breath as the loudest sound in the tent. Then, the sleeping bag's zipper tore through the white noise.

Kylie sat up, throwing back the flap of the bag. She knelt forward, reaching for the makeshift clothes line. The sudden absence of her body chilled me, but the vision of her lithe form bent over in front of me, glistening as it was, was well worth the heat loss. She sat back down and twisted, exposing her left breast to me. I was struck with how erect her nipple was, sticking out nearly an inch.

"Hey, I'm up here." Her words jolted me back into the moment. Her expression, thankfully, was amusement. She handed me her panties, which were still wet. "Can you please clean your cum off?"

I folded her panties into a thick square and began wiping my semen off her back in gentle strokes. I'd managed to get some as high up as her shoulder blades, and elsewhere, it was dripping into the crack of her ass. I took my time, savouring the impromptu sponge bath. Then, when I could draw it out no longer, I turned her panties inside out and wiped down my front.

"Well, I'll definitely get pregnant if I wear these," she smirked, evaluating the cum-soaked panties in her hand, before hanging them back up.

Warmly zipped back up with me, Kylie snuggled in facing me with her head on my chest and her leg draped across me. She was sleepily caressing the hair on my chest and stomach. Occasionally, her fingertips caught in the sticky friction of the cum I hadn't cleaned off well enough. 

I kissed the top of her head and told her I loved her. She made one of those contented little mmm sounds and snuggled into me harder. Her leg rubbed back up my thighs, then passed over my still hard cock.

"Isn't that supposed to go down now?" She was awake. There was no drowsiness in her tone.

"Ahh, sorry, Sweetheart. Sometimes it takes a while." Yeah, when you've just wiped your own cum off your daughter's back with her dirty panties, I thought to myself. That erection, I knew, was going nowhere.

"I'm obviously not going to get back to sleep," she huffed. "Do you want to get breakfast started? I'll see if I can air out this tent a little."

"It is getting a little musty in here," I agreed. The tent reeked of sex.

I got to work on some bacon and eggs on the Webber, while Kylie fussed about in the tent. I looked over to see she had it opened up and was wiping down the walls with the sleeping bag cover. It wasn't a great approach, but it was enough to get rid of the excess condensation and water that had pooled at the entrance.

When she joined me with some buttered and sauced buns, she got her first look at the car, or what was still visible of it. The water level had risen overnight, and the river had picked up speed. A white rooster tail of foam plumed up from the rear window, washing down on the front of the maroon roof where it met the waterline.

"So that's us fucked then," she observed matter of factly.

"No worse than we were before," I replied. "I think the river will go a lot higher. There's no break in this rain."

Bleary eyed, Kylie sat back in the sleeping bag munching on her bacon and egg roll. Although obviously tired, she had a peace about her that I hadn't seen in a long time. She watched me intently as she ate, studying me over the chewed rim of her breakfast.




Torrent



When she broke the yoke, it spilled over both sides of her roll, dribbling down her chin onto her chest, and down her forearm on the other side. She methodically traced the line of yoke on her breast with her index finger, then slowly brought it to her mouth, sucking her finger clean. When she finished with her décolletage, she proceeded to lick the runny yoke from the back of her other hand, and followed the trail down her arm.

Her eyes never left mine during her cat cleaning. And seeing that she'd missed the spill on her face, I traced my own finger along the line of egg from her chin to her lips. Still staring, she took my finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Juice?" I asked.

Kylie nodded, taking another large bite of her roll to try and capture the escaping yoke.

After retrieving the bottle from the esky, I took a long gulp of the orange juice myself before passing it over. She held the bottle while she finished her mouthful.

"You used to watch me like that when you were a little girl."

She smiled as she swallowed the last of her food. Then she took a swig from the bottle.

"You would just stare at me for hours, studying every little thing I did. You were my little shadow," I smiled, taking back the bottle.

"I never stopped, you know? Lately I just did it without you catching me."

"I knew."

She smiled again.

Once I got the juice back in the esky, I zipped us up in the sleeping bag and we settled in for the day. We held each other close and listened to our surrounds. The drum of the rain. The roar of the river. The sound of Kylie's breath in my ear as she drifted in and out of sleep. 

I woke some time later to the sound of urgent breathing in my ear. It took me a minute, but I became aware of Kylie's arm wedged in between us, rhythmically twitching back and forth. My own cock twitched at the realisation that she was masturbating in my arms.

My cock slid against her stomach, resting against her wrist. Kylie shifted her head slightly to look into my eyes, her cheeks flushed. Neither of us spoke.

I squeezed my own hand between us, rubbing her smooth belly with the back of my hand. Kylie stared into my eyes as my fingers found my throbbing cock and began stroking it against her. I felt her breath in my mouth. Our faces were so close, our noses rubbed together. There was even some incidental contact between our lips. 

We lost ourselves in what was happening. I was completely overcome with the feeling of my cock in my hand, and my cock against Kylie's stomach and forearm. 

I wedged the swollen head between her smooth wrist and soft belly with every stroke. Then, without warning, Kylie's fingers gripped around my shaft, replacing my hand with her own. My whole body flushed with warmth as my daughter wanked my cock.

I urgently twisted my hand around, pressing my palm flat to her tummy and diving down. I slid across Kylie's smooth mound and found her steamy folds with my fingertips. I dove deeper, running my fingers down the length of her slit. Her wet labia parted around my digits as I rubbed back and forth.

Kylie moaned into my mouth, and she began rolling her hips in time with my strokes. Then as quickly as it had started, she let go of my cock and replaced my hand on her pussy with her own.

I wanked myself against her a few minutes longer, my hand slick with her pussy juice. Then we swapped again, briefly pleasuring each other, before returning to ourselves.

Eyes still locked, our lips now pressed together, but not kissing, we swapped again. Kylie's hold of my raging cock was overwhelming. She was going to finish me. I feverishly probed at her sopping pussy, digging my middle finger deeply into her cunt, while working her clit with my thumb.

My little girl ground down on my hand, her pussy clenching my finger in a spasm that rocked her whole body. She moaned loudly into my mouth and wildly pumped her fist on my cock.

I lost it too, erupting violently in an orgasm that just wouldn't end. My cum gushed up my full length, coating both our stomachs in my warm, sticky seed.

We both kept touching each other as we came down. As our breathing slowed, we melted into an incredibly tight embrace. Our combined body heat was so intense, we were both sweating. 

I gently sucked my daughter's lips between mine, and we began kissing softly, open mouthed, but with no tongue.

"Are you okay?" I breathed into her mouth.

"Uh-huh," she moaned back into mine between those lovely little kisses.

Her eyes eventually closed, and she nestled into my neck. I held her tightly to me, sliding my hands across the toned muscles of her back. The warm wetness of my cum and our sweat between us was strangely comforting. I didn't want this moment to end.

My eyes welled as I held my daughter for the remainder of the afternoon. Silently breathing in her scent and burning every tiny tactile sensation of her body into my brain. I loved her so much.

"Are you hungry?" She stretched against me, groaning like a lazy cat.

"That's code for, you want dinner. I saw her eyes twinkle back at me. "I know female speak. I pay attention."

"Well, if you know 'female speak', then where's my dinner?" she grinned mischievously.

Shivering out by the Webber in my still wet towel, I surveyed the river below. It had finally burst its banks, and was easily twice as wide as it had been in the morning. Large branches and other forest debris raced from right to left, crashing into each other and submerged trees along the edge with loud, frightening cracks.

"Where's the car?" Kylie asked, her cheek pressed against my bicep and her arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

"It might still be where we left it," I replied, turning the sausages. Then waving the tongs down the steep valley to the left, "But I'm guessing it's most likely somewhere down there."

She gave me one of those disinterested teenage noises and continued caressing my stomach. The little dried globs of cum stuck to my hair pulled annoyingly as she went, but there was no way I was going to stop her. Never again.

"More importantly," I went on, "where is your pubic hair, Young Lady?"

She giggled into my arm. "I wax, Daddy."

"The whole lot?"

"Uh-huh, the whole lot -- legs, bush, armpits, everything." Then another giggle, accompanied by a tussle of my chest hair. "You could do with some attention yourself. You're Robin Williams hairy!"

"Love me like I am, Baby. There's going to be no manscaping in this backyard."

"Good." She squeezed me tightly. "I like you all rough and manly."

We retired to the tent with our sausage sandwiches and another bottle of the cheap stuff. Kylie sat on my lap while we ate, my free hand wrapped around her. With no hair on her delightfully smooth tummy, my dried cum crumbled and flaked off her skin as I brushed over it. And of course, my out of control cock pushed up into her ass distractingly.

We sat like that, talking well into the darkness about Kylie's job, and her part-time study to become a sommelier. She'd only been at the course a few months, but she was absolutely loving it. The tears spilled from my eyes as she spoke so passionately. I squeezed her tightly, and kissed her naked shoulder.

"You really don't mind I'm not going to university?" she asked in response to my kiss.

I felt for her chin in the dark and kissed her firmly on the mouth. When our lips parted, I whispered, "I want you to be happy."

I got another contented little hum, then a long, slow kiss, still without any tongue. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Sweetheart."

"Can I teach you about wine?"

Sure," I smiled. I didn't give a shit, but if she was happy, I was happy.

She began with a brief tutorial on aromas, but given we had no glasses and could only smell the wine from the bottles, it was a lost cause. She went on with a general description of sauvignon blanc, explaining how it was crisp and elegant, and perfectly matched with fish and cheese.

"And what will they say at sommelier school when they find out you think it goes well with a steak sandwich?" I teased with a tickle in her ribs.

She giggled in my lap. "We're not going to tell them. This little camping trip of ours is a secret. It's just for you and I."

"What happens on tour, stays on tour?" "Exactly!" she announced, showing the early signs of inebriation.

Kylie continued with her lesson, teaching me how to taste wine properly. I rolled my eyes with impunity in the darkness. But obviously the test bottles we were working our way through were having an effect on me, because I just couldn't get it.

"Look, just take a small bit into your mouth," she repeated. "Hold it on your tongue and let it flow all over it. You've got different taste buds in different parts of your tongue. You've got to make sure you coat them all.

"No! Don't swish it around like mouthwash." She slapped my arm. "Look, like this."

I was about to explain to her that it was pitch black in the tent and I couldn't look at anything, but as I opened my mouth, she slipped her tongue between my lips. It was so soft and warm and wet, and tasted sweetly of wine.

I don't know how that was supposed to teach me anything, and wondered if she'd actually intended it to. Regardless, I sucked her tongue gently, swirling and probing my own back into her mouth. 

It was definitely a ruse on her part.

We both fell down onto the mattress, kissing passionately. I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through her soft hair. She was breathing heavily through her nose, whimpering into my mouth as we lost ourselves.

Kylie's legs parted as I rolled on top of her, bouncing comically on the inflatable mattress below. I brushed her long hair out from under her shoulders, fanning it over the edge of the pillow, and continued to kiss her. I felt her left hand clutching at my right hip, her smooth thighs hooked tightly over my own.

Her right hand burrowed down, finding my shaft and gripping it tightly. I let a moan escape into my daughters mouth as she manipulated my cock in the non-existent space between us. I felt my super sensitive head squelching against her sodden lips, just rubbing back and forth.

"What are you doing?" I gasped when I could finally pull myself away from her kiss.

"I'm wanking with your cock," she moaned.

Good enough for me. I kissed her deeply again, working my way down to her neck with gentle little bites and kisses. I then sucked her earlobe into my mouth and whispered my love for her in her ear.

Kylie continued rubbing her pussy with my cock. She spiraled my head against her clit, periodically running it down the length of her soft folds to her opening. About half a dozen laps in, she let my swollen glands rest at the bottom of her down stroke, her wet labia softly clasping the end of my penis in a perfect kiss.

A gentle tug and a roll of her hips engulfed the first few inches of my cock in her tight, wet pussy. She bore down on me with her nubile cunt, pulsing around my hardness. 

I couldn't believe it. I was inside my beautiful daughter. Every filthy, taboo desire fulfilled in a single wanton moment. 

Then, without warning, she unsheathed me and slid my engorged head back to her clit. She teased me like that for an eternity, kissing me deeply and moaning seductively into my mouth. 

Once again, she dipped the end of my cock into her molten core. 

An agonizing infinity later, her right hand released my shaft and slid around to my hip. I trembled with anticipation, unable to believe this was really happening.

"Oh, Daddy," she exhaled, as her fingers dug into my buttocks and pulled me into her.

Her hips bucked up to meet my full length. I was instantaneously buried to the hilt in my gorgeous little girl.

I cried out in ecstasy. Kylie's hands moved up from my ass, stroking my back. I slowly pumped myself in and out of her.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned breathlessly. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Sweetheart," I panted back. "You are so special to me."

Kylie's pussy was a hot, slippery glove around my cock. Her toned, silky smooth thighs were the perfect vice, along with the confines of the sleeping bag, holding me tightly to her. And her whining moans were music to my ears in the pitch darkness.

My thrusts in and out of her picked up speed, exaggerated by the bouncing of the blow-up mattress beneath us. We both grunted like animals, licking at each other's mouths and faces.

Kylie snorted in between grunting moans, trying to speak. Finally, she managed to get out, "Oh... Daddy... Daddy... I'm... come... come... I'm... Daddy... I'm... coming."

Her nails dug painfully into my back as she spasmed underneath me. She tried desperately to stifle her pleasure, holding her breath and sounding like she was trying to stop a sneeze. But finally the dam burst, and she overflowed with a primal, guttural scream. 

She completely let go, letting herself be swept away by the euphoria.

My daughter's sopping cunt drowning my cock and her total utter abandon swamped me. My own orgasm built like a tsunami, filling my body with impossible tension, before crashing ashore in a torrent of unadulterated pleasure.

My cock exploded inside Kylie's beautiful pussy, flooding her womb with my seed. One electric spasm after another had me blasting spurt after spurt of spunk into my baby girl until I just couldn't move anymore.

I collapsed spent on top of her, puffing and moaning like a madman. Kylie ran her fingers through my hair and kissed the side of my face until I calmed down.

"Are you all right, Sweety?" I whispered.

"I am so perfectly happy. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Kylie. I really do."

"Listen," she said, the smile audible in her voice.

"What?"

"The rain. It's stopped."

Sure enough, the drumming rain on the tent had fallen silent. Only the roar of the swollen river remained.

I fell asleep on top of her, inside her. The next morning when we woke to the sound of the rushing river and birdsong, we lazily made love in the sleeping bag. We stared into each other's eyes the whole time, her little flecks of gold sparkling in the muted blue tones of the tent.

The sun was out as I barbequed up the last of our bacon. And while the river had obviously peaked overnight, it still raged beyond its banks. The Prado was nowhere to be seen.

"I reckon we've still got another day here at least," I said, laying an egg on top of the bacon already in Kylie's bun. "It'll take a while for that river to go down."

"It'll at least give us a chance to dry out these clothes."

"And that sleeping bag," I grinned.

"You're terrible," she laughed knowingly, punching me in the arm. 

The sleeping bag never got a chance to dry out. We spent the rest of the day snuggled up inside it, and made love twice more before falling asleep that night.

The sound of diesel engines woke us the next morning. It was a convoy of four heavy duty four wheel drives, each stuffed to the gunwales with families of campers. They'd stopped by the river, and were inspecting our upturned Prado fifty metres or so downstream from where we'd abandoned it.

Kylie and I quickly climbed into our clothes and slid down the hill to greet them. After an embarrassing explanation of how we'd been caught out by the weather and got ourselves stranded, the happy campers fired up the winch on the Landcruiser I should have bought and had us upright and out of the drink in short order.

Amazing how easy it is when you know what you're doing, I thought to myself. Hairy or not, I'm far from an outdoorsman.

They helped us load our gear back into the Prado, and were even kind enough to tow us back to the nearest town. The local mechanic/smash repairer didn't seemed fussed with the prospect of mucking out the car, although he did note that it would probably take about three weeks or so by the time he got the necessary approvals from my insurance company.

After we got the car sorted with the mechanic, we had missed the only bus out of town that day. So Kylie and I ended up checking in at the motor inn down the street for the night.

Armed with fresh supplies from Woolworths, Kylie took the first shower while I called home.

"Oh my God! Are you all right?" Andrea cried.

"Yeah, Honey, we're fine," I told my wife. I went on to recount what had happened to the car, and how we eventually got back to civilization.

"As long as you two are okay. That's all I care about." Andrea was always good like that. It was just a car, and the insurance would take care of everything. Then she asked when we were coming home.

"We'll get the bus to Sydney tomorrow, about lunchtime," I explained. "By the time we get in though, it'll be too late to catch anything home. So we'll stay the night there. We'll have a look at the flights, and maybe the buses too."

"If you stay another two nights in Sydney, I can drive up and get you on Saturday, if you like?"

I pondered the prospect of another two nights alone with Kylie in a fancy Sydney hotel. It was an easy decision. "Sure, that'd be great. No doubt she'll make me take her shopping for some new clothes."

Andrea sniffed a laugh, then asked, "How are you two getting along?"

"Actually, we're doing really well," I said. "We had plenty of time to talk. Really cleared the air."

"Oh, that's fantastic! I knew going away together would bring you two closer together."

"It's certainly done that." I smiled to myself.

Andrea and I spoke a while longer. When Kylie was done in the bathroom, I put her on the phone with her mother. Kylie was all smiles and animated gestures as she chatted away on the phone, giving her account of our adventure.

I stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the previous few days. I took stock of what had happened, particularly between Kylie and I. It was funny, despite all my hang ups earlier, it felt completely natural to me. Even the realisation that I had cheated on my wife for the first time in twenty-four years seemed somehow okay, because I'd done it with my daughter.

Absurd logic, I know. But it felt natural.

As I dried myself after my shower, Kylie studied me intently with those big grey eyes. I stood up after toweling off my calves and feet, and smiled at her. She was standing there in the nude, with her head tilted to the side.

"Come on," she smiled, leading me back into the bedroom.

Two steps onto the carpet, Kylie turned to face me. Without saying a word, she ran her hands down my chest to my stomach. As she got lower, she went down onto her knees in front of me.

Her eyes locked on mine, Kylie took my cock in her hand and kissed the head softly. I stared down at her, running my fingers lightly through her freshly shampooed hair. Kylie smiled, then sunk her mouth halfway down my length. 

The sight of my cock disappearing into my daughter's mouth was incredible.

Her lips gripped my shaft and slid back to the sensitive glands, her wet tongue cradling my cock as she went. With just the head in her mouth, she licked at the seam, then sank back down on my prick again. 

The visual and tactile sensation of Kylie sucking my cock like that was amazing. She bobbed up and down on me, holding my hips for leverage. My own hands were on either side of her head, pulling her closer as I fucked her mouth.

I got carried away in the heat of the moment and pulled her head into me a bit too hard. I felt the head of my cock wedge into the back of my darling daughter's throat, and she started gagging.

"Oh, Sweetheart! I'm so sorry," I cried.

"It's okay, Daddy," Kylie smiled up at me, wanking my shaft with her hand while she caught her breath.

She took my cock back into her mouth, but kept her hand gripped around the base as she fellated me. Her other hand, I saw, had slipped between her legs and was feverishly rubbing her pussy.




Torrent



Kylie sensed I was getting close to orgasm and pulled herself off my cock briefly, but still pumping it with her hand. 

"Are you okay?" I gasped.

"Uh-huh. I want to taste you, Daddy," she breathed. "I want you to come in my mouth."

And with that, my raging cock was warmly enveloped in my little girl's mouth again. 

She pumped her fist up and down my shaft as her lips clamped around the head, with her tongue swirling around and around.

"Oh, Kylie...!" I cried, ejaculating spurt after spurt of thick, ropey semen into her mouth.

"Mmmm," Kylie smiled, as she sat back onto her feet.

She looked up at me, still with her hand on my prick. I could see her moving her tongue around inside her mouth, making sure my cum coated every single taste bud. 

She closed her eyes as she swallowed. Then she licked and sucked at her lips, and ran her tongue around her teeth to clear my sticky cum away.

I guided her back to her feet by her shoulders, then kissed her deeply. I could taste my pungent, earthy cum in her mouth, and the thought of it, more than anything, drove me wild. I had just come in my daughter's mouth.

I lowered Kylie gently down onto the bed a few steps away. She scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard. I crawled onto the bed, moving up between her legs.

The sticky smell of her pussy was overwhelming. The glistening petals of her sex were stunningly beautiful. I dropped down onto my belly and buried my face in her cunt.

I licked and sucked like a man possessed. I nibbled her clit, sucked her labia and plunged my tongue deeply into her canal. There was no technique. It was a frenzied feast.

As I fucked her with my tongue, my nose mashing against her clit, she giggled in between moans.

"You're getting carried away again, Daddy."

"I'm sorry, Sweety," I smiled, "I just love the taste of this 1994 vintage."

She wrinkled her nose at me, then pulled my head back down to her pussy. I regained my composure, and licked and sucked at her clit, while I fingered her with my index and middle fingers. Kylie moaned loudly as I spiralled my tongue around her button and rubbed hard at the change in texture on the front wall of her cunt.

Before long, Kylie bucked her hips as she came, crushing my face with her thighs. And I felt the wetness in her pussy flow around my fingers.

We stared at each other a moment, then Kylie jumped up and spun around onto all fours in front of me. She was looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes blazing with anticipation.

I knelt up behind her and fed my cock into that hungry little pussy. With my hands on her narrow hips, I fucked my little girl for all I was worth. 

The sound of my daughter's grunting, and the wet slapping of my hips into her ass was hypnotic.

I stared down at my rock hard prick plunging in and out of her tight, wet hole, and could imagine no better sight. Kylie threw her head back in ecstasy as I thrust in and out of her. Her long auburn hair falling across her back in glossy waves. 

The whole time we'd been together in the tent, I'd never actually got a good look at her, wrapped up tightly in that sleeping bag. But now...

It somehow didn't seem right, fucking my little girl like a dirty slut, doggy style in a cheap motel room. She deserved better from me. I wanted to honor her, make her feel special.

I slowed my pace, and caressed my hands from her hips up towards her head. As my fingers passed in under her flowing hair, I felt the delicate contours of the muscles in her back. I really experienced the touch of her slender body. When I reached her shoulders, I pulled her up close to me, and wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you, Kylie," I breathed into her hear.

"I love you back," she smiled, kissing me over her shoulder.

We fell down onto the bed into a spooning position, my hands cupped around her full breasts. I gently squeezed and kneaded her soft globes, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, as I slowly rocked in and out of her.

Kylie held my hands, interlocking her fingers with mine. Even without the sleeping bag, we needed to be so close. It was so perfect.

"Kylie, I'm going to come," I said after an eternity of making love so tenderly.

She brought our hands down her soft belly to her pussy, and together, we rubbed her clit. I felt my cock sliding in and out of her slippery cunny, her gentle folds sucking at my shaft.

Kylie's whines and moans increased in pitch. The roll of her hips intensified. I lost myself in the moment, and pulled her close as I came deep inside her. The hot torrent of my cum pushed her over the edge, rocking her in a trembling climax of her own.

I lay there holding my daughter in the afterglow, caressing the sexy curve of her hips. 

"So how many more nights until Mum comes to get us?"

I smiled. Once again, Kylie and I were partners in crime.



Torrey & the Vampire



The moment Torrey found out that a vampire had moved into the old Killen mansion, she decided that this was something she had to go see for herself. Not that she really believed in vampires, but her best friend swore that the tall, built and gorgeous, guy that had moved into the old mansion, just had to be one. He was only seen at night and he was just too handsome to be believed. 

And if he really was a vampire? 

Torrey smiled to herself. Well then, there was only one way to find out if all those stories of their sexual prowess were true. 

She shoved four of her vampire romance books to once side of the dresser fishing for her hairbrush as she planned the best possible way to catch a man's attention in a hurry. She found her brush under 'Kiss of Blood', her favorite novel and dragged it through her rich mahogany mane. The stuff went down to her waist and shimmered with gold in the sun. It was her best feature. Too bad she had to do this at night. 

What the hell was she going to wear? 'Let's see, a short skirt? No, too obvious..." 

Never mind that, what excuse would she have for being there in the first place? She bit down on her full bottom lip and frowned at the mirror. Her dark chocolate gaze narrowed. She had to come up with a good excuse – in addition to an eye-catching ensemble visible at night. 

She moved to her closet with a hip-rolling sway. There was no hiding all those years of hula dance her mom had insisted on, just as her high cheekbones and the slight exotic tilt of her eyes betrayed her island heritage. She opened the closet door and her brand new frost white string bikini fell to the floor. 

Torrey nibbled on her bottom lip and frowned. She hadn't had a chance to wear that bikini yet...wait a minute... Wasn't there a pool at the old mansion? She scooped the bathing suit off the floor and grinned. 'Bingo'. 

Torrey pulled the sarong from her sleek tan and curvy body and cleared her throat. "My goodness sir, I had no idea that anyone had moved in! Can you ever forgive my intrusion on your privacy?" She picked up the bikini and smiled. "Perfect!" 

***

As Torrey snuck through the hole in the back fence of the mansion's partially wooded property, the sweltering summer night air carried the sweet scent of wild jasmine. Even with only her light robe over her bikini, she quickly became damp with sweat. When she came out on the lawn and faced the huge in-ground oval monstrosity of a swimming pool she was more than ready to do a few laps. The pool was gorgeously lit with underwater lamps, the water glowing an unearthly rippling blue. 

Heck, even if there hadn't been a vampire to tempt, a night swim in all that glowing blue would have been tempting all by itself. 

Torrey strode to the diving board, and dropped her cream satin robe. Shoulders back and head up, she strode to the diving board's end, tossed her arms back and lunged upward and out. The board made a satisfyingly loud rattling bounce as she propelled from it. Her sleek body hit the cool water with a dignified splash. 

She had to work hard to keep from grinning as she slid through the cool water. If all her noise didn't bring the vampire out his house, nothing would. 

***

After three dives and several laps back and forth – and still no vampire, Torrey sighed in defeat. Pouting in annoyance she climbed the pool's ladder, left the water and strode around the pool's edge to fetch her robe by the diving board. 

She picked up the robe and stared up at the half moon floating over the trees lining the vast property. Oh well. She'd tried her best. 

Warm hands closed around Torrey's hips with possessive intent. "Well, well... Looks like I caught a sexy little intruder." The hands slid across her bare belly above the string ties to her bikini bottoms. A soft growl echoed in her ear. "Mmm, Island girl, my favorite flavor." 

Torrey gasped softly and turned her head to look up, and up...

The chiseled face and black eyes of a grinning man stared at her from over her shoulder. He was a full head and a half taller than she was, and blindingly handsome. His long hair fell past her shoulder in gleaming black waves and curled on her breast. The rich aroma of aroused male and warm leather swamped her senses. 

She swallowed. "Oh, ah...hi," she said in a breathless whisper. 'Damn, there really is a hunk!' She had always had a thing for dark, dangerous men, but this guy was incredible. "I was um..." 

"Swimming in my pool?" Pure mischief gleamed in his midnight gaze. 

"I didn't mean to bother you..." Her breath caught in her throat. 'Liar, liar pants on fire'! Or in her case, panties. 

He raised a brow. "Oh, didn't you?" He cupped the back of her head in his palm. "Alas, I find you quite disturbing." With gentle pressure he tilted her head back and leaned in to capture her lips in a soft but determined kiss. 

She opened to receive him and was rewarded with the wet heat of his tongue. 

He explored her mouth with thorough interest and his muscular arms closed and tightened around her. The heat of a large and firm erection pressed against her back. 

Torrey sighed in pleasure. 'Oh Lord, the boy can kiss!' She rolled her hips from side to side, rubbing against his leather pants, and rigid cock. 

He groaned and released her mouth a breathy chuckle that curled her toes. "Minx..." He grasped her around the waist and turned her to face him. "Let me see you." Jet black eyes hot with interest stared into hers from a strongly masculine face with a square jaw and a pointed chin. His full mouth was pure sin. His midnight hair fell in waves well past his incredibly broad shoulders. His open dress shirt framed a well-defined chest lightly furred and tanned to perfection. Corded arms held her securely. 

'I have died and gone to heaven.' Torrey sighed. No vampire on her book covers ever looked this good. 

He grinned showing the slightly over-long points of his teeth "So, are you willing to pay the price for this little invasion of my privacy?" 

Torrey sucked in a breath. "Price?" 

"Oh yes. Watching that sweet body of yours has stirred quite an appetite. I think you should let me have a taste, as payment." 

'Oh hell yeah!' She feasted her eyes and licked her lips. "That sounds like a fair exchange to me." Impulsively, she captured his jaw and kissed him. 

He answered her kiss with enthusiasm and his arms closed tight around her, lifting her from the ground. 

Encouraged, Torrey curled her fingers under his silky hair then slid her hands down his throat and over his chest. She stopped at a masculine nipple and plucked lightly at it. 

He groaned into her mouth, set her down on her feet and grabbed her arms to push her back. "Naughty girl!" 

"Who me?" Torrey grinned and darted in to lick at his nipples. 

"Yes you!" He rolled his eyes and chuckled, holding her back as she struggled to attack his nipples. "If you keep that up I will have to resort to putting you in handcuffs." 

Torrey straightened. "Handcuffs?" Her stomach clenched at the naughty thoughts that flashed in her mind. "That sounds, kinky." 

His brow rose. "Do you like kinky?"

Torrey smiled. "A little."

"Oh, well in that case..." He suddenly bent and lifted Torrey over his shoulder, then started walking away with her. 

Torrey yelped in surprise. "Hey where are you taking me?" She stared down at his leather-clad sculpted backside. She absolutely adored a man in leather pants and this guy had an ass to die for. "Do you have a name?" 

The handsome man laughed. "I'm Jacob, and I thought I take you someplace a little more private to be kinky." 

"Oh, okay. I'm Torrey!" 

"Hello Torrey, welcome to my home." 

'Hot damn!' Torrey grinned as he carried her away from the pool. She didn't know if he was really a vampire but at this point in time who cared? 

***

Jacob carried Torrey into a huge bedroom commanded by a massive king-sized bed. He kicked the door closed then promptly carried her right past the bed. He tilted forward and let her slide down his long muscular length in the wide doorway leading to the bathroom. "Stay right here." 

Torrey's feet hit the floor and she grabbed his shoulders for balance. 'God, she loved a man in charge.' Unable to resist she leaned up and kissed him hungrily. 

Jacob laughed and pulled back. "Eager are we?" From somewhere within his clothes, he pulled out a pair of narrow-bladed stilettos. 

Torrey caught sight of the blades and a shimmer of alarm ran up her spine. She abruptly released him jerking both her hands behind her back. "Oh shit!" 

"Don't be afraid." Jacob smiled and lifted one long finger to trace the graceful curve of her cheek. "These are just props to enhance our mutual game of pleasure." He darted forward to give her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Props?" Torrey's shoulders relaxed and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He'd worried her there for a minute. "Oh, okay." 

In a quick movement he turned and stabbed the blade hilt-deep into the doorframe on her left about a foot higher than her head with the handle angled upward. He stabbed the other blade into the doorframe on her right. 

Torrey tilted her head in confusion. 'What the hell...'?

"Let's play." Jacob leaned forward to capture her mouth with his. His arms slid around her hips. 

Torrey threw her arms around his neck. God, he was such a good kisser... She leaned in tight and rubbed her breasts against him. 

He reached back and his hands closed around her wrists. Cool metal encircled one wrist, followed by ratcheting clicks. 

Torrey jerked back. "Huh?" 

Jacob lifted her trapped wrist from his shoulder and looped the other end of the handcuff to the stiletto handle in the doorframe. Before she could react, he caught her other wrist and enclosed it in another handcuff, looping the other end around the other stiletto handle spreading her wide in the doorway. He stepped back to admire the view. "Very, very nice." 

Torrey jerked at her wrists. The daggers didn't budge and they were too high up for her to get the handcuff off of. She wasn't going anywhere. She shot an annoyed look at the tall insufferably smug man and stomped her foot. "I call foul. This is not fair!" 

Jacob laughed out loud. "I thought you wanted to play?" He jerked off his white dress shirt revealing a beautifully sculpted chest. "Kinky, remember?" 

"But..." The words dried in Torrey's mouth. All that brawny muscle... He was incredible, all lean and sharply defined male. She felt light headed from the view. She tugged at her bonds. She wanted to run her hands over his chest and tangle her fingers in his chest hair. 

Jacob opened the top of his leather pants, showing a yummy trail of black hair went all the way down – and stopped with his erection still tucked temptingly behind the leather. He set his hands on his hips with cocked one foot forward. "Like what you see?" 

Torrey's head shot up. "Can I see more?" 

Jacob's brow lifted and a smug smile bloomed on his face. "Not just yet." 

"Oh come on, you big tease!" She tugged on her restraints and moved her body forward, trying to get closer to him. 

Jacob threw back his head and laughed. "Frustrated are we?" He put his hand behind his back and pulled out a small blade. "I'm afraid you'll just have to be a little more patient." He flipped it expertly around his hand and smiled at her. 

'Another knife?' Torrey swallowed hard and frowned. "Didn't anyone tell you not to play with sharp objects?"

Jacob gripped the dagger's handle and stalked over to Torrey with an arrogant smile. "But I like sharp objects." Determination and anticipation shone from his eyes. "And I think it's time to show me what you have." He pulled out the front of her bikini top and slashed the front open. A second quick slash released it from her neck.

Torrey gasped. He'd moved so fast she hadn't even seen the blade touch her suit. 

Jacob gripped the suit top and pulled sharply, yanking it free. He tossed the top over his shoulder and across the room. His hot gaze focused on her breasts. "Well now..." He licked his lips. "I think you like being scared."

She glanced down. Her nipples were as hard as rocks. He was right. His little scare had turned her on something fierce.

"Now, to do something about..." Jacob's hands dropped to her bottoms. "This." He pulled the strings away from her skin to slash each side then yanked, tugging then tossing the fabric away, leaving her vulnerable to his hot gaze. "Oh, now that looks appetizing."

Excitement coursed through her veins. Was he going to lick her pussy? God, she hoped so! Her legs trembled in anticipation. 

He wrapped his arms around her and his hands closed on the voluptuous softness of her ass. "Mmm, nice." He dug his fingers in to pull her hips against the hardness trapped behind his leather pants. "Very nice indeed." A deep growl escaped his chest. "I'm going to enjoy having you." 

'God, his hands...his dick...his scent...' Torrey groaned. "Hurry up and have me, damn it!"

"All in good time." His smile was laced with masculine triumph and feral anticipation. "I think I'll begin with a taste." His head dipped to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and bit down with tender aggression. 

Torrey gasped and a breathy moan that sounded embarrassingly needy escaped her throat. She felt his hands release her ass and realized that he was tugging his boots off even as his tongue made mad passionate love to her nipple. 

She groaned. "God yes, take it off!" The fact that she couldn't touch him, couldn't run her fingers along the smooth contours of his body was a torture that threatened to consume her.

Jacob switched to her other nipple and sucked strongly. He tugged his pants down. 

Torrey mewled in impatience, she couldn't see a damned thing; he was too close! But what this man and his oh so talented mouth was doing to her nipples had to be illegal in all fifty states! Each suckle sent tiny fingers of white hot pleasure coursing through her. Passion coiled low in her stomach, building, and building... She moaned unashamedly. 

Jacob released her breast and abruptly dropped to his knees. "Now, let, see... What do we have here?" 

Torrey's breath hitched in her throat. Her stomach muscles quivered. 

"Well now..." Sitting down on his haunches practically under her, Jacob gripped her thigh and lifted one leg over his shoulder, spreading her open. "Oh look, a wet creamy pussy!" He glanced up at her and smacked his lips with hunger blazing undisguised in his black eyes. "Looks delicious."

Torrey panted in anticipation, but damn it, she still couldn't see his dick!

Jacob leaned forward and his tongue took her cunt in one long lick. 

Torrey gasped and bucked. "Oh, shit!"

Jacob's hands locked on her thighs to hold her in place and settled in to feast. Wet sucking and lapping sounds filled the room. 

Swamped with overwhelming sensation, she couldn't string two thoughts together. Her hands balled into tight fists in her restraints. Her long nails bit into her palms.

His wicked tongue speared her clit then settled in to lap with devastating intent. He wiggled a finger up into her hungry core, then a second. He curled his fingers and rubbed deep within, over and over, and over... 

Climax rose hard and fast in a sudden and violent burst. Torrey threw back her head, and bucked against his mouth. "You talented son of a bitch!" The volcanic heat of release slammed through her in a molten wave that boiled in her core. "I'm cumming!" She howled. 

Jacob sucked hard, drinking her cream with satisfied murmurs of delight. His tongue encouraged wave after wave of tiny merciless shudders dancing through her body, stretching out her orgasm to an impossible length.

Torrey collapsed in the doorway. "Oh my God..." 

Jacob leaned back to look up at her and licked her cream from his fingers with a lascivious and thoroughly egotistical male grin. "Liked that did you?" 

Torrey panted, hanging from her restraints. "What do you think?" 

"Let's see." Jacob pursed his lips. "I think you loved it." He grinned. 

She chuckled in spite of herself. That was one talented mouth. "Okay, I'll give you that one. It was fabulous." She tugged on her restraints and raised a brow. "Is it my turn yet?" 

Jacob raised his brows grinning broadly. "Your turn? But I'm not done yet." 

Torrey tossed her head in frustration, her mahogany mane flying. "Oh come on, you big beast!" 

Laughter exploded from Jacob's sensual mouth. 

Torrey tugged in hard at the restraints. "I want a turn!"

Jacob rolled onto his feet with sudden speed. "Maybe later." He caught her mouth in a hungry kiss. 

Torrey moaned and felt his hands under her knees. He lifted her with ease from the floor. She gasped into his mouth. 'God, he's strong!' 

Refusing to release her lips, Jacob encouraged Torrey to lock her ankles around his waist. 

Torrey was all too happy to oblige. 'Oh yeah baby, bring it on!' Hot damn, she was going to get fucked! She still hadn't seen his goods, but she could damn well feel the heated length of his cock pressing against her wet and hungry pussy. He felt big, in fact, he felt huge. And solid... She moaned into his mouth. 

Jacob's broad hands cupped her hips and the plump head of his cock pressed against the damp folds at the entrance of her body. 

Torrey jerked her mouth away from his and looked. His cock was a broad thick and sharply curved column tipped with a violently purple flared head. "Holy shit you're freaking huge!" 

"Thank you." Jacob grunted, and thrust. The purple head disappeared into her body, followed by half his length. 

Torrey threw her head back and moaned. God he was stretching her! It felt good...it felt better than good! She squeezed her thighs. "Fuck me!" 

Jacob groaned. "With pleasure!" He pulled back just a bit, and thrust, burying himself to the balls in one luscious stroke. 

"Oh shit!" Torrey bucked in his arms and twisted. "Yes!" She tightened her thighs to feel him pulsing within her. 

Jacob groaned, pulled back and thrust with ferocious power. Then thrust again, and again... He proceeded to hammer the hell out of her with fierce determination. 

Torrey groaned and gasped in delicious agony. If this kept up she was going to explode by spontaneous combustion!

His thrusts slammed into her wet heat striking something deliciously sweet and brutally exciting deep in her core, again, and again, and again with merciless precision. 

Torrey gasped and whimpered. Climax built with frightening power. The waves of violent pleasure surged higher and higher...

"Ready?" Jacob lifted one hand and licked his index finger. With a nasty little grin, he slid his hand under her and worked his finger into her anus.

Torrey yelped in surprise. "Oh no, you just didn't!" 

"Oh yes I did." His grin broadened and he wiggled his finger. "And over you go." 

Torrey's climax exploded in a firestorm of horrific intensity. She shrieked. 

"Good girl." Jacob grinned and caught her hips in both hands. "My turn." His brows dipped in concentration and he slammed into her with punishing speed. Suddenly he threw his head back, his black mane flying, and shouted. "Yes!" 

Abruptly he caught her around the shoulders and pulled her up tight against him. His mouth dropped onto her shoulder, his long teeth sinking into her skin. 

The pain was swift and sharp. Torrey groaned. 'Oh shit... he really is a vampire!' 

He swallowed as his cock throbbed within her body, filling her with his hot cum.

Impulsively she opened her mouth on his shoulder and bit down hard until she tasted blood. 

He flinched, but he didn't stop drinking. 

'So there,' Torrey thought with satisfaction. 'I'll wear your bite, but you're wearing mine too!'