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Seducing Dad

By: Traci Spencer



It was a hot muggy morning when I was waking up. I was wet from a dream I had about my own father. My father was actually having sex with me. I have actually gone on porn sites and read incest stories and I think I dreamed of it. I was getting ready to come down for breakfast and getting dressed when suddenly my dad knocked on my door.

"Mallory are you up yet?" my dad yelled.

"Yes I am, I will be down in a few!" I yelled back.

"Mallory it's important I need to talk to you about mommy - may I come in?" my dad asked me.

"Sure." I said and I went back in my bed to hide under the covers even though my dad has saw me naked before, but that was when I was a baby running around with no clothes on.

"What is this about mommy?" I asked.

"Mommy left us. She left for a career in Hollywood. Her lifelong dream was to become an actress and she ran off with my best friend since third grade, Dennis, who is now her agent and boyfriend." Dad said with a frown.

"Oh, I'm sorry daddy." I said and I gave my daddy a long hug.

"Aww, sweetheart, it's OK, now go get dress me and you are going to go to McDonald's for breakfast." Dad said.

Dad left my room and closed the door and I got dressed. I figured that now wouldn't be the right time to seduce daddy so I said I would wait till later this evening. I will describe myself for you. I am 5'5, 115 LBS., brown hair, brown eyes, and nice 36C breasts. My dad is 6'3, about 220 LBS., brown hair, brown eyes, and very muscular. All my friends said I was lucky to have him for a dad because he was such a hunk and he was in his early 40's and he looked like he was around 19 or 20. I decided to wear a yellow shirt, blue jeans, socks, a red bra, and white satin panties. I went down stairs and my dog Pongo was barking he needed out so I let my dog out and waited for him to get done doing his business and let him back in then my dad and I headed to the car and went to McDonald's.

"So dad what do you want to talk about?" I asked in the car.

"We can talk about anything, anything you like my dear." Dad replied.

At that moment I was going to ask him of what he thought of incestuous thoughts but I decided not to.

"Well how are things at work?" I asked.

"Rough, they are workin' us like dogs down there and treatin' us like shit." Dad replied. My dad is a construction worker and he work's almost 7 days a week from 3:30 AM till 7:30 PM. My mom before she went to Hollywood was a secretary at a modeling agency that I used to model for because I have did some modeling.

We have pulled into McDonald's and gotten out of the car when I realized I had started my period.

"Daddy, I will be right back I started my period so I'll be getting a table in a few."

"OK, pumpkin." Dad said as he smiled.

I went to the woman's restroom. The woman's restroom had a lot of girls powdering their faces with make up and smoking in he bathroom. I just needed to put a pad on.

After I got my situation taken care of, I went back and got my dad and I a booth.

I sat waiting and thinking about dad when I then started getting wet I had no clue if I was really getting wet or I was just bleeding. Dad came and sat across from me. Dad had 4 pancakes, syrup, eggs, and coffee and I had 2 pancakes, bacon, eggs, and a glass of orange juice.

"Is it good?" Dad asked me.

"Yup, it is delicious daddy, you're a real good cook!" I said and we both laughed.

Dad and I were talking about school and how the boys treat me at school when I decided to play footsies with my dad under the table. My dad seemed to get red in the face every time my leg would run up and down his leg. Dad and I left the restaurant and decided to drive around in the country so we did. We took about a 6-hour drive in the country. It was 3 hours into the drive when we stopped at a rest area to stretch. I was feeling a bit horny and I laid my seat back in the car while my dad went to use the restroom. I started touching my breasts and I closed my eyes. I had my eyes closed the whole time when dad opened the door.

"Mallory, what are you doing?" Dad asked me with a smile.

"Oh, um, it was kind of itchy there. It needs to be scratched." I replied.

"Oh, want me to rub it for you?" Dad asked me.

"I don't care...it's bugging me to death daddy." I said.

Dad put his hands on my breasts cupping them.

"Mmm, nice. You sure are a handful." Daddy said.

"I know I am...do you have incestuous thoughts about me daddy like I do with you?" I asked in a breathless voice.

"You know it baby." Dad whispered.

"Let's drive somewhere private and do this daddy." I said.

Dad said OK and he started the car and drove. I could see his hard on through his pants. Dad had asked me to finger myself while he was driving us so I did. I did it through my pants and was using 2 fingers going in and out. Dad looked a lot and his boner was getting bigger and bigger. Dad had finally found somewhere private. It was a deserted crack house so we went in. Dad made sure no crack addicts was in the house and there wasn't. There was a couch and a rug in the house and so I decided to lay on the rug with my legs spread for my daddy.

"Daddy cum here baby I want you to undress me." I said.

Seducing Dad



Tasha was looking out of the window, "Have you seen dad?" Tasha was 25 years old, tall, blonde and she was wearing a shirt that was cut short and showed the tattoo she had right above her butt. 

"He's bringing some more of his stuff. I decided I need a break. I didn't think he would move in so fast, the house just sold." Amber was 23 years old, but a lot shorter than Tasha, and her hair had been colored a strange red. 

Dean was the father of both step sisters. Tasha's mother had died in child birth, when he met another woman Tasha was given a little sister. Tasha and Amber never referred to themselves as step sisters, ever. The two sisters had lived by themselves for some time, when Amber's mom had gotten cancer and died they invited their dad to move in with them. 

Amber joined Tasha at the window; she saw their dad, a large man who was unloading things from a moving van and putting the stuff near the house. He was nice looking but not exceptionally handsome, "All I see is dad unloading the van, where are the nosey women watching him moving in?"

The sun was hot and soon their dad took his shirt off. Both women just stared at him from the window. He was tall, and his shoulders, chest and arms were massive. The sun reflected off of the sweat on his chest and back as he moved things. Amber just ogled her dad's bulging muscles, "Holy shit!" She finally managed to force her eyes away, "That will bring the women out. I had forgotten how awesome dad looks."

Tasha knew the women of the neighborhood were pretty well informed on what was going on, "We just have to remember to say two things," she paused to do some admiring of her own, "-- that's our dad --" Amber looked at her sister expectantly. Tasha chuckled, "-- and no, he isn't married."

Amber turned back to the window, "Um."

Tasha let her mind drift to the past. The girls had started hanging out with the wrong crowd and they both had wound up in a biker gang. Their mom had pleaded with them to come to their senses, but it only drove the rebellious girls further away. She had been a control freak, and was embarrassed by her two daughter's actions and what her friends would say. The girl's only contact with them was an occasional phone call to their dad.

Dean hadn't said anything bad about or to them. He told them that he loved them and missed them. When the two had figured out that being in a biker gang wasn't all that great a future, their dad had helped them get a house to live in, and he had paid for them to get some training so they could get a job. The house wasn't in the best part of town, but it was what the two girls, with their father's help, could afford.

Tasha let out a sigh, "We had better go and help him finish."

It was an adjustment at first, the two sisters having been on their own for so long. They both loved their dad, and Amber's mom was the only mother Tasha had known. Even though she grated on their nerves, her death had hit them both very hard. It was a shock for the girls to learn that the doctors had discovered the cancer almost a year before the girls found out. Their mom went through the various ways to fight it, but instead of going away, it was over in a few short months. They had since found out she had lingered slowly getting worse and worse before she finally died, their dad had taken care of her and never complained once. At the end, she didn't even look like anyone they knew. The girls had convinced their dad to move in with them. They knew he was a nice guy and all, but was basically helpless in the kitchen.

The three were sitting on the sofa watching the television. Dean was sitting between his two daughters, with his arms around them. "I want to thank you two for having me move in with you." The sisters loved their dad, and scrunched down so that his massive arms surrounded them. Both girls told him he was welcome. That became their new family time. Each night, after supper, all three sat and watched a little television. Dean and the girls grew closer and closer, and all three looked forward to the evening and just being together. The girls would chuckle when their dad would fuss at the contestants to wait until Vanna had gotten out of the way before spinning again. The other thing the girls did was go to the YMCA with him. Dean liked to work out with the weights. The girls just started using the different exercise machines to give them something to do.

Late one night, Tasha was lying there unable to sleep. She had tossed and turned until she just got up. She went to the kitchen to get a snack and was surprised that Amber was up. "How come you aren't sleeping?"

Amber held up a sandwich, "This was calling me."

"Looks good," Tasha went and made herself one. Sitting down with her sister she munched her sandwich, "I've seen the women of the neighborhood starting to notice dad." 

Amber chuckled, "Well he's kind of hard to miss."

"I don't like it, they're all wrong for him."

"So what can we do about it?"

Tasha stared at her sister, "There are two women in the neighborhood that would be perfect for him. If we can get them to have sex with him he'll be hooked."

Amber almost choked, "So we just go up to them and say do you want to fuck our dad?"

"Those two would be so good; he wouldn't even look at anyone else. Plus they would be good to him out of the bed. He needs them"

"So who are these two wonder women?"

"Remember Pam?"

"From the gang, sure I do." Amber's eyes got huge, "She was doing her dad."

Tasha nodded, "Yeah, and she said it was not only the best sex she had ever had, but they had gotten so much closer than a daughter and her dad ever could."

Amber thought about it for a few minutes, "It could be interesting, but how are we going to get him thinking about us sexually?"

"I don't know yet, I'm still working on it. I wanted to see if you were interested, I know I am."

"Let's do it."

Life continued rather normally for the three, except that the girls had come up with a plan to seduce their father. They started flirting with him. Both Tasha and Amber were office workers, and had to dress appropriately. After their dad had moved in, they would get home and change out of their skirts and dress blouses for jeans and tee shirts, now, they left these on but would take their pantyhose and panties off when they got home, so they when they cuddled with their dad, they could show off their legs. 

Dean would be sitting with his daughters, and couldn't help himself as his eyes drifted when their skirts would accidently ride up. He found himself getting a quick glimpse of thigh, and then the offending skirt would be straightened. 

The girls got a book on body language and practiced presented themselves as approachable. They experimented with their appearance until they could look at their reflection in the mirror and feel like they had given their beauty the representation it deserved. They never slouched and would cross their arms to draw his attention to their breasts. They became playful, laughing at his jokes. Both girls would touch him lightly on the arm or shoulder when talking. One or the other would hold his hands lacing their fingers for a moment, until they were sure he was comfortable with it. They would subtly touch him by just reaching up and grabbing his arm or to brush imaginary fuzz off of his shoulder or to pick an imaginary hair off of his shirt.

All three were sitting on the sofa watching the television, and the girls were sitting so that their breasts were pressed against him in an innocent manner while casually resting their heads on him. Dean couldn't have told anyone what it was they were watching. He could feel their breasts against his arms. He knew he shouldn't feel this way about his daughters but their touch sent shivers all through him. 

They felt him squirming, then Amber got Tasha's attention and made her look down, their dad was having the desired reaction judging by the bulge in his pants. After that the gloves came off. Each night as they sat on the sofa both girls would press against him, lay their heads on his shoulders and kiss his neck. They started removing their bras and having their blouses opened some so he could get teasing glances. Each night the goal of the girls was to give him an erection and it was obvious they succeeded.

The nights passed with each girl getting equally turned on and equally frustrated. When they had been members of the gang either Amber or Tasha could bring most of the gang members to their knees, being able to out drink, out fight and out fuck most of the guys. As they sat in front of the television father and both daughters were all getting more and more turned on.

The girls were kissing and teasing Dean and giggling at his reaction. Tasha loved his not having any experience with them, it was like a drug. She gently blew in his ear and placed her lips on his neck. "I love you daddy," she whispered as her tongue made a wet trail on his skin and in his ear.

Dean couldn't speak, his mouth was busy. Amber had had enough of the teasing and was actively demanding his lips on hers. "Girls, I..."

The teasing was over. The sisters played and kissed, rubbed and licked him in all kinds of places. The one thing they did not do was actually touch his cock, they played with him through his jeans but they purposely teased him and didn't take him out. Something else they didn't do, was let Dean touch them, they kept his hands trapped. By the time they were done their father was in a very bad way and had a raging hard on. 

Dean was in a sexual fog. His brain was telling him he was walking to his room, but he never could remember it. When the three got to the room, he was made to lie down on the bed. The girls stripped his clothes off of him, making little claw marks on his skin but being careful not to actually touch him in a sexual way. They used his clothes to tie his hands to the bed, but left his legs free.

Tasha put the pillow under his head while her lips gently touched his, "Look at Amber." She saw him close his eyes in response to her kiss and she slapped him, "Bad boy! Don't you want to watch Amber as she takes her clothes off?"

As his eyes popped open, Dean groaned, "Yes."

Amber turned the alarm clock / radio on and got a station she liked. She stood in front of her father and slowly gyrated to the music. Tasha moved down his body, gently blowing, as Amber slowly, little by little, stripped her clothes off. Softly moving up and down her father's hard cock Tasha made sure her lips never touched it, just her hot breath.

By the time Amber came over to the bed with no clothes on, Dean was only certain of two things, his youngest daughter also had a tattoo above her butt, and he was losing his mind. Tasha had his cock standing up. She was pleased when she heard him moan as her tongue licked across his swollen cockhead. She stood and was replaced on the bed by Amber.

Tasha stood close to the bed, Dean's face just a short distance from her. As she reached for her shirt buttons, she whispered, "You haven't fucked for some time Daddy, but what have you done? Has a girl recently licked your cock like I did?"

Dean choked out a "No."

"Then I bet it has been awhile since a girl has licked your balls until you almost scream?"

"Ahhh," Dean closed his eyes as he felt Amber's tongue all over his balls. Tasha slapped him and fussed at him, "You naughty boy, you aren't looking at my breasts."

Dean forced his eyes open and just inches away were two nipples standing out from two magnificent breasts. The ivory of her skin where she wasn't tanned made Tasha's nipples seem blood red. A nipple was placed in his mouth, first one then the other. Tasha bit her lip as she felt him suck. "Easy," she whispered, "if you suck too hard it will be painful." She smiled as she felt him suck even harder, "Mmm." Tasha knew she was in the minority and liked to have her breasts and nipples grabbed and handled roughly. She also knew from being close up that her dads hard cock was about 8", but as Tasha glanced down at Amber licking his balls, she would have sworn he was more like 10". Straightening back up Tasha opened her jeans and put her fingers at the waist. She slowly started to peel them off making sure he was watching. 

Dean was having trouble breathing as Amber did wonderful things with her tongue. She had it everywhere, except his cock, and his brain had to sort the pleasure out of the pain. Plus, Tasha had her still covered pussy so close to his face he could smell her scent, and realized that their teasing him was turning the girls on almost as much as it was him. His breathing turned into panting.

Tasha's voice was husky with passion, "Daddy do you want to see my pussy?"

He somehow managed to gasp out a "Yes."

Her fingers hooked her panties and pulled them down. "Maybe Amber should let you experience what it feels like when your hard cock is surrounded by her lips."

Dean arched his back and closed his eyes, "Oh shit!" His cock throbbed as it sank in her mouth. It was over in a second, just one suck. Dean groaned, "Damn!"

Tasha forced herself not to laugh at him as she grabbed his nipples and gave them a good pinch, "You bad boy! You're not looking at my pussy." Dean couldn't figure out if he was in Heaven or Hell as he forced his eyes open. Tasha had placed her pussy only an inch from his mouth. His tongue snaked out to lick, even as Amber sent more delightful messages just barely touching his cock all over with her tongue.

Tasha used her hands to hold her pussy open. "Ooh, there's my clit. I think you should lick me there. "Mm, that's nice." She let him play for a few minutes, "Why don't you stick your tongue deep in me? "Ooh, yeah." She bit her lip, "Amber you should feel this."

Dean was totally disappearing into a fog; the erotic pleasure of the teasing was fighting with the pain of the punishment for disobeying. He felt Tasha and Amber switching places. He stared at Tasha as she got on the bed and placed her legs one on either side of his. She used her hand to guide his cock to her pussy. He forced himself to breathe, mesmerized by the sight of his cock getting ready to enter her. He was going to experience being inside of his daughter's pussy for the first time! 

Tasha watched his face, knowing he thought the teasing was over. She placed his hard cock to her pussy lips, let her weight down ever so lightly so that just his cockhead went inside of her, then she stopped right there. Dean pulled at his bonds and gave an agonizing groan, "Aagghh!" 

Amber chuckled as she put her legs on either side of his face, "Put that mouth to use daddy."

Dean felt Amber's pubic hair touching his face, but she wasn't using her hands to help. He stuck his tongue out but it did nothing but land on her, it didn't go in. Amber reached down and placed her hands on either side of his face and pushed her pussy closer, "This should help." It took several tries for his tongue to lick her pussy lips apart and make contact with her sensitive flesh beneath. She pushed her pussy even closer to his mouth as she felt his tongue. Looking over at Tasha still teasing him, Amber didn't know how much more she could take, much less Dean. She loved it.

While the girls weren't as bad off as their dad, they had both gotten to the point where the real fucking needed to start. They got off of him and each one untied one of his hands. Both Tasha and Amber had done just about everything a woman could do sexually. But this time their teasing had produced a raging beast. They had a wild animal on their hands, one that demanded satisfaction. They had both fucked men in various stages of passion, but neither had experienced the pure animal lust that exploded from their father. 

Dean jumped up, got on his knees, and showed how strong he was as he threw Tasha on her back and rammed his cock into her pussy, deep and hard. Even as he started fucking, he grabbed Amber threw her on her back next to Tasha and started to ravage her pussy with his mouth, lips and tongue. 

Tasha screamed as his hard cock rammed into her. She clawed his back as the intense pleasure filled her completely. She gasped! Was he trying to get his cock to her mouth by ramming it in her pussy?

Amber felt like she was being fucked by his mouth. She had never been faced with such wild and unrestrained desire. Her body actually started to hump his face as she moaned a steady "Yes." Both of the girls chorused a stream of "Ah's" and "Oh's as their bodies raced to a wild climax. 

Tasha was bewildered, just how fucking big was he? Her dad totally filled her up and he never decreased his thrust. Harder and harder, she matched him making him go as deep as he could go. She arched her back to get him in deeper yet, his thrusting cock made her explode into an intense orgasm! 

Dean took his mouth away from Amber as he felt Tasha's pussy grabbing at his cock. His passion became more powerful and extreme as he tried to drive his cock through her. Harder, faster, deeper were his only brain functions and he smiled at her screams. Suddenly, he ripped his cock out of Tasha, and moving as fast as he could, he rammed his cock deep into Amber.

Amber grabbed him, making an animal sound. She was completely filled up, where only seconds before there was nothing in her. It wasn't gentle in any way as his hard cock ravaged her pussy. Waves of devastating pleasure coursed through her as she bucked him. Amber's body response actually made the animal Dean had become even more of a beast. Tasha was opened mouthed as she saw Amber being bounced off of the bed.

Squealing, Amber wrapped herself around him; her orgasm rocking her entire body. Her body convulsed as her pussy sent her a mind blowing explosion! Even though her arms and legs surrounded him, Dean was too strong, and too far gone to be contained. He ripped his cock out of Amber, leaping over, grabbed Tasha.

Tasha found herself on her knees and didn't really remember how she got that way. She felt her dad behind her, and then his hard cock buried itself into her pussy again. Her throat produced a shuddering sound as she gritted her teeth and ground herself into him.

Dean plunged his hard cock into Tasha; his strong hands were on her hips pulling her into him as hard as he could. He slammed in and out, in and out at a blazing pace. His balls felt like they were on fire!

Tasha tried using her hands for balance but it was useless, she was being held in a viselike grip that only intensified her experience. She had finally found someone that could match her in what she needed and desired. She loved it rough. Her pussy was suddenly filled with his cum and she exploded in a second orgasm. Dean let out a noise that sounded like a wolf howl as he shot his cum into Tasha. He pumped and pumped and never stopped fucking. He let go with his hands and Tasha fell face first to the bed. 

Amber looked wide eyed at her dad's still hard cock. Her mind was trying to figure out why he had shot his cum and was still hard. She was still trying to figure it out when she found her legs spread apart and his cock deep inside of her again. Tasha, lying on her back, stared wearily as he actually picked up Amber and continued to fuck her. He was using his hands on her hips to push her on and off of his cock!

Amber felt light headed. The angle of his fucking made everywhere his cock touched inside of her body magnified. Waves of pleasure, bordering on pain, swept through her young body. Her mind wasn't ready for another orgasm; it was too soon after the first one. The human in him had been overpowered by the wild animal, and the animal was not through. He kept fucking her and fucking her, as his massive arms shoved her onto his cock. Her dad exploded in her which triggered an orgasm that was more intense than the first one. 




Seducing Dad



Dean yelled a constant, "AAGGGHHH," as he continued to plunge in and out and pump his cum into his younger daughter. Gradually the passion eased. Slowly his balls stopped producing sperm. The animal was satisfied enough for the man to return, for now. Dean dropped Amber onto the bed and then he collapsed between her and Tasha.

The only sounds in the room were their gasps for air. All three looked like they had been in a war. Dean had cum so much; it had exploded from him, now it was everywhere. Tasha looked at what was left of Amber and Dean, wondering if she looked like that, she definitely felt like she did. "I think we are going to need a shower."

Dean smiled and rolled over. He kissed Amber, "I love you," and then he moved to kiss Tasha, "I love you, thank you." He gave a deep sigh and stretched out on the bed, "I can't wait until we all recover and can do it again." He looked at first one girl then the other, "What do you think, maybe in an hour?"

Tasha's eyes got huge; she looked at Amber and silently mouthed, "An hour!"



Seducing Daddy



My daddy, Matt, watched as I ascended the stairs for my bedroom. I heard him call after me. "Can I get you anything, Sweetheart?" Shaking my head gloomily I disappeared into my room. I stripped off my clothes and put on one of my little nighties, the one with the buttons that were loose and ready to fly off. I walked by my parent's door, which was slightly ajar, and there was my father, just stepping out of his jockey shorts. A gargantuan cock slapped against his leg. "I don't believe this," I gasped. There I was, frozen in my tracks, when suddenly I remembered to breathe. As I sucked in the much-needed oxygen, one of the silly buttons on my nightie decided it was time to go for a ride. Ping! It hit the door. "Oh great!" I ducked down the hall, not knowing if he saw me or not. Anyway, I wasn't hanging around to find out.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and ripped the rest of the troublesome buttons from my nightie! "Boy, this thing has caused me a lot of trouble!" No wonder everybody was gawking at my body. It was now getting harder and harder to hide what I knew I didn't feel like hiding anymore. Every square inch of the curvacious creature in the mirror positively dripped raw sex. As I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, I thought, maybe it really was time to unleash the new Lisa Dalton on the world.

As I was settling into the bathtub, my thoughts drifted, "Daddy?"

My mother seemed like a very satisfied woman, and now it looked pretty obvious WHY too. Also, I'd answered her own question as to whether my mother had ever sucked my father's cock. "Noooooo way," I giggled to myself! " He'd dislocate her little jaws." As I seductively opened my lustful mouth, I mused to herself, "If I can do Sean Tranor, I'll bet I can do my Daddy's too......." With that thought I returned to bliss of the warm tub water. Maybe 'I' should have taken a cold shower instead.

I examined myself in the mirror with a critical eye. I was what I considered adorably cute, with wide blue eyes and plump juicy lips. I had the true hourglass body, with big, firm breasts that sat high on my chest and didn't sag even the slightest. My waist was tiny and gave way to a pair of smoothly rounded hips and a perfect pair of jutting half moon buttocks. My blonde hair was full and thick and long, flowing over my shoulders and coming mid-way down my back. As far as I could see, I was as hot as any porno models was, and I'd seen the girls at school in the showers and locker rooms, and could see my body was definitely better than any of them.

I watched the alluring girl in the mirror, realizing with a mixture of fascination and amazement, that she was probably every man's 'wet dream.' Though I had never actually had sex with a man, I somehow seemed to know perfectly every technique for sucking a cock, riding a cock, and using my vaginal muscles to rhythmically grip a cock as it penetrated me, whether from atop or from behind. "I'm a fuckin' sex kitten!" I thought muttering to myself. "All I'm good for is fuckin' and suckin' cock!" It was only a matter of 'who' I chose.

After toweling off, I looked around the bathroom for something to wear. I had ripped the remaining buttons off that stupid nightie, meaning I had nothing else to wear. "Shit!" All I had to wear was the towel. It was big enough for most women to tie around themselves, but then most women don't have these cantaloupes to contend with. I couldn't even see my feet unless I bent over, and when I did, there was a significant amount of weight to overcome just to straighten back up.

With the towel wrapped around most of my ample body, I clutched what I could so it wouldn't fall off, and headed down the hallway to the safety of my bedroom. Sure enough, wouldn't you know it, just as I passed the parent's door, Daddy walked out and bumped into me.

"Whoops! Oh, it's you Baby Doll". As the towel dropped to the floor there was like absolute silence..... As he stood back a little to take in the whole breath-taking sight of my totally naked body, he couldn't make any words come out of his mouth. Neither of us moved or tried to pick up the towel. And to make matters more uncomfortable, I didn't make any effort to hide my nakedness either. My heart beat loudly and my face flushed hotly.

Finally, Daddy bent down, slowly picked up my towel, drinking in every inch of my vulnerable body, as he stood back up. Then he reached out and picked me up in his big brawny arms and carried me to my bedroom. As he laid me gently on the bed, he gawked down at me with big crocodile tears in his eyes. "Lord have mercy, Dumpling. I've never seen anything that looked as good as you. Even when your momma was younger; never, this good."

My breathing was labored. "Daddy? Please don't go. I need you!" I reached out provocatively, but he had already turned and beat feet out of my door. 

As I was getting dressed, I could hear the baseball game on TV downstairs. Damn, I was still awfully horny! I slipped on a pair of cut-off blue jeans, held my bra for a brief moment and tossed it. Instead, I pulled on a very small tee shirt that let my midriff show, and looked at myself in the mirror. Sweet sensations stirred in my lower abdomen, as I felt a salacious tingle as my nipples hardened against the cotton material. My big tits throbbed as if on impulse. Then I smiled remembering what had happened earlier in the hall. 

Off I bounced, downstairs in my bare feet, to the kitchen. There was my handsome daddy, sipping on a cold beer watching the game. I grabbed a diet soda from the fridge, and walked boldly into the room where he was comfortably stretched out.

"Hi Daddy. Where is everyone?" I asked. Daddy's attention was suddenly yanked from the TV, as his eyes drank in the stunning beauty of his voluptuous young daughter standing there with her hardened nipples poking into the 'very tight' tee shirt I wore! Stammering noticeably, he offered. "Your m-m-mother went to visit my her sister for the day, and the b-b-b-boys went surf fishing down at the p-p-p-pier."

"Looks like you and me are all alone for the day," I drawled. "I need, Big Guy?" As he stood, and reached for me, I couldn't help feeling small next to his huge frame. I returned his hug with enthusiasm. "I love you so much, Daddy!" My firm unbridled breasts mashed against his sensitive stomach. We held the hug for a little longer than usual this time, but both of us knew it and neither minded.

"C..c..Come sit with me and watch the game, Honey." I smiled up at him pristinely. "Oh Daddy, you know these dumb games bore me." Daddy's eyes were fixed on my nipples that were trying to poke holes though the flimsy material. "Yeah, I know, but I was kinda hoping you'd just snuggle with your old father for a while anyway." I thought about if for half a second. "Okie Dokie, Big Guy."

Daddy held his arm up so I could snuggle in the crook of his armpit, and curled my shapely legs beneath me. I could smell manly smells and beer. It was only 11am and he'd already had at least 3 bottles judging from the empties on the table. "How about a beer Darling," he asked nervously? "If I do, I'll just take a swallow of yours," I replied seductively. My daddy looked down at my full moist lips and thought to himself. "I'll give you something to swallow, you little cock teaser!" It was almost as if I could read his thoughts. I smiled up at him and then nuzzled deep into the crook of his big arm. 

As he sat there with his mind and attention more on his supple little daughter than the game, he gradually allowed his arm and hand around my shoulder to slide down my back. The slight increase in weight caused my upper body to slowly slide down the front of him. His heart beat faster as my head approached his stomach, while his hand was now in perfect position to run across my breast. Apparently, he thought, I had drifted off, otherwise, I wouldn't have continued to settle further down his torso, or would I!

Slowly and methodically, I adjusted my position, until my head was comfortably in his lap. As I lay there, breathing softly and directly towards his crotch, I began to feel a stirring,and what a stirring it was. I could feel my own heart beating noticeably faster. "Oooooooo," I anticipated excitedly. "Come on, Daddy. Show your little girl how big your cock really is." The bulge pressing into my neck directly under my cheekbones continued to grow...and grow. Again, I carefully rearranged myself on his lap, as if it were a natural reaction in my sleep. This was ideal for me to position my face so the side of my mouth was directly over the largest hunk of his humongous cock. 

I know Daddy had completely forgotten the game on TV by now, and was in a full blown sweat, and a full blown hard on. He was trembling all over. I could almost hear him praying that he wouldn't wake this vision of sexual desire directly on top of his hardened cock. All my thoughts were lost in a fantasy, as I imagined him sitting there naked, with me deep throating his big hard cock. The music of his commanding words……. "Wrap those sexy lips around my big cock, you little slut. Suck it all the way down to my balls!" Lost in my daydream, he consciously moved his hand to my breast and squeezed it. As he did, I opened my wildly excited big blue eyes and looked directly up into his. He froze like a deer caught in headlights. The fantasy suddenly vanished!

Softly, I whispered, "Daddy, don't be scared. I know you want me." I slid my hand up his leg and covered a small portion of that huge slab of hot cock meat that lay only superficially hidden under a layer of cloth. 

"And I want you too." As he sat there held captive by my soft wet eyes, my full luscious lips, I cautiously reached for his belt buckle and slowly pulled his zipper down. Stunned, he sat there, hardly able to breath. I slipped my soft little hand inside his pants and firmly took hold of his big daddy cock. He whispered hoarsely "If I die today, I will truly die the happiest man who ever lived."

I couldn't get it out with just one hand, so while never losing eye contact with him, I maneuvered my other hand in position to help free the steel tube. The head on it was tremendous!! Yes, it was as big as the toy in my mother's drawer, but now, in the flesh it actually looked bigger. It was certainly almost a foot long, and definitely bigger and thicker than Jim's was. I slid off the sofa and onto my knees between his legs still maintaining eye contact. I wasn't about to let go of his impressive hard on. As I stroked its full length, I smiled provocatively at my hung daddy. The look on his face told all. How many times had he fantasized about his Lisa's big sexy lips and cavernous mouth servicing his hard cock?!

I generously licked the palms of my hands, one at a time, and slowly worked them up and down his long thick shaft. I looked up into my adoring father's eyes and purred hungrily. "Ooooooooo, Daddy! What a big beautiful cock you have. You do want me to suck it, don't you?" 

Before he could respond, I closed my eyes and slipped the swollen head of his cock between my warm lips and into my hot, wet mouth. "Muumf good" I managed to mumble approvingly, as I tasted the pre cum that began to ooze from the tip of the hard purple crown. The insides of my mouth were surprisingly soft, like he'd never felt before. Effortlessly, I slid the first 5 inches of his rod to the back of my throat, pausing slightly to suck lustfully. Then, Daddy gasped as I began working my way down towards the base of his gorgeous cock. My lips clung tightly around the shaft as I inched my way down its length, lubricating it with my very talented tongue. My warm saliva ran down the sides of his cock and over his balls. I sensed that he could have cum in 10 seconds, but he was obviously going to make this last as long as possible.

"Damn, Baby Doll! I had no idea that you were such a cock hungry little slut!" Moaning my approval against his prick in response, turning my eyes upward and nodding. Sliding him briefly out of my mouth, I gasped. "Yes Daddy, I love your cock in my mouth, especially because it so bigggggg and longgggg and fatttttttt!" I slapped the wet head against my chin playfully. My sexy mouth was wet with saliva and his precum. Then I turned my attention back to deep throating the entire length of his cock. At the base I slipped my tongue out to lightly lick at his balls. Then I let all but the big purple head slip out from between my soft wet lips. The sight of his cock disappearing completely into my mouth and down my throat was too much for him. There was no way he was going to be able to hold out much longer. He had never had a woman get the head of his massive cock in her mouth before, much less the entire thing completely down her throat! My mom was his first and only lover, and her mouth was too small to do what I could do.

"Where did she learn to suck cock like this?!" he asked himself. "She seems to know every trick!" He kept pulling my hair away from my face so he could watch his insatiable little nymph of a daughter suck and deep throat all the cock she wanted. I began to squeeze his balls with one hand while jerking his rod with the other, following my lip strokes with my tight hand motions. This was just too much, and he began to moan in anticipation of great release. Taking my mouth away momentarily I begged lustfully. "Please, Daddy…..Fill my mouth with your hot cum."

He reached down and grabbed handfuls of my hair, and jammed my hot mouth back around his now throbbing prick. I returned to the incredible task of sucking on his huge swollen shaft. I could feel his balls tremble in my palm. I gave them one final squeeze, sending him over the edge. I could feel cum shooting up from his balls and out into my waiting mouth. He could hear my little slurping noises, as I tried valiantly not to gag on all that semen he was pumping into my hot young mouth.

"Don't swallow yet", he grunted. "I'm not gonna miss the chance to see my load in that pretty mouth of yours, Dumpling!" Obediently, I held my lips tightly around the head of his cock, keeping as much cum in my mouth as possible without swallowing it, but there was just so much. It eventually began to leak out between my plump red lips and down my chin, dripping onto these mammoth tits of mine. For someone who was supposedly a virgin, I had little trouble pumping every last drop of fluid from his throbbing dick. I knew how sexy I looked there…on my knees…..cummy lips, so I held the pose for my daddy to capture forever in his memory.

Carefully, I tilted my head back slightly so as not to spill any of his cum from my sexy mouth. Matt shook his head in awe. "Somehow I knew you'd be the best little cocksucker in the world!" I opened my mouth a bit wider, showing how full it was with his love juices. Then closing my eyes, I jealously swallowed his seed. Next, I licked each of my fingers clean right there in front of him. When the last shudders of his climax faded away, he guided her pretty face away from his well-sucked cock.

Bravely now….I whispered hoarsely, my eyes half closed in euphoric anticipation. "Please fuck me, Daddy, please..." He pulled me to my feet and quickly over to the dinning room table, then spun me around with my fanny towards him. I felt his rough hands on my supple back, pushing me face down. The table was smooth and cool against my hot perspiring body. It felt deliciously good, as I stretched out and grabbed hold of the other side of the table and braced herself. He ran his hands down myt back and over my round muscular buttocks. He kneaded them and felt me pushing against him, tilting my hips up towards him. He had to bend his knees a little to enter me. My feet barely reached the floor in this position and so I went onto my tiptoes as he positioned himself behind me, his now hard cock rubbing against my wet pussy lips.

I spread my legs a little wider to accommodate his massive hulk. He rubbed the head of his big prick along my slick opening, lubing it for an easier entry. "Oh, Daddy. I just know this is going to feel soooooooo good!" He began to move forward, slowly and methodically, delighting in the wet heat of my eagerly responding body. 

As he pushed forword, he could feel my wet outer lips open up and welcome him into my hot pussy. I had the tightest pussy he could ever have imagined. Even as wet as I was, it gripped him like a vice, as he gently stroked in and out of me, deeper each time. His moans of pleasure were matched by my own as our bodies came together.

Comfortable now, he began to pick up the pace a bit, lifting me slightly off the floor with each powerful thrust. He gripped my tiny waist now, as he fucked me with short hard strokes, followed by long deep strokes. He loved the way my sexy ass jiggled as his body slammed against it. "Oh God", I squealed. "It's just like I thought it would be! Soooo good!!" I hoped it would never end…that he would keep fucking me deep and hard with his big cock!

Suddenly, he pulled out of me and stepped back. He rolled me quickly over onto my back. I helped to reposition myself on the edge of the table, face up, my thighs spread wide, leaning back on my elbows and arching my back, and sticking my big tits out for him to admire. I must have been something to see as I rubbed my soft pussy invitingly. "Come on, you big stud", I whispered hotly. "Come and fuck me…Fuck me hard!"

Once again, he moved in between my strong thighs, his swollen cock in his hand, guiding its way back into my tight tunnel of ecstasy. In this position it was much easier for him to penetrate deeper inside of me with his monstrous hard on. Buried to the hilt, I wrapped her muscular legs around him and locked my ankles behind his neck. My grip was so powerful…but I knew it was just what he wanted. All I wanted to do was help him to fuck me hard and fast until I came. He bent his head down to my hard nipples and sucked alternately from one to the other. Meanwhile he pounded away at my tight pussy. Sucking and biting away at my tits as he fucked me was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. He held me tightly in his strong arms and continued to pound away, matching my urgent rhythm, while engulfing his face with my generous breasts.

Deliriously, I urged daddy on. "Fuck me Daddy! Make me cum!!! Your cock is so biggggggggg and hard!!! Make me cummmmmmmmm!!!!!" My screams of passion were cut off as I bit down hard on his shoulder, my passion uncontrollable as I came. He could feel my strong inner muscles squeeze away at his dick, milking him for all he was worth. The pain from his shoulder helped keep him from going over the edge, which was fine with him, since he wasn't ready to cum too quickly anyway.

He continued to slam into me with incredible force and stamina, until my spasms subsided. I gripped him tightly with my muscled legs. "It's alright," I as barely able to gasp. "You can cum inside me if you want too…I'm on the pill." Bending close to me, he whispered in my ear. "No thank you. I haven't had enough of that sweet throat of yours yet." Grinning broadly, he began to slowly pull back, feeling my pussy grip his shaft as he withdrew. He got almost out, then slammed forward into me one last time... hard. He smiled to himself as I cried out loudly in response.

A little disappointed, I moved around on the table again so my head fell slightly over the edge. "I'm that good, am I Daddy?" I kept one hand on my pussy and with my free hand, I grabbed his slick shaft and stuffed it into my hungry mouth. I jerked up and down the shaft of his cock as I fingered myself to the brink of yet another climax. Just as he felt the first of his sperm racing from his balls, he pulled his cock from my mouth to scream out in orgasm as well. 

This time, I held my mouth wide open and lapped away at the streams of sperm that shot across my face onto my breasts. All of the penned up lust he had for me and me for him came spilling out. He did not stop shooting until my face and hair were completely coated with his white goo. When he finally did stop cumming, I returned to sucking him for a few moments before collapsing, a sweaty, cum covered satiated mess. Exhausted, my father gasped out loud, "Where did you learn how suck cock like that, you sweet-throated beauty?!" 




Seducing Daddy



Giggling, I licked some of the cum from my lips lustfully and declared, "I guess it just comes naturally."



Seducing Daddy



I'm now 32, married, very happy with my husband and very content with my life on the whole, but occasionally look back on my early years with a degree of fondness. From the age of 18 until the age of 29, I was a pole dancer in one of the more exclusive London clubs. This was the type of club where membership cost an absolute fortune for the patrons, mainly because it was all about the tease and the promise of things to come that never arrived. While there were jobs of that nature where it was expected of the girls dancing to offer a lot more than just titillation, this club had very strict rules when it came to its clientele. We were never allowed to directly touch the crotch; around it such as the thighs and stomach was fine as were the arms and chest. Seeing a client outside of the club was a definite no-no and any attempt to offer our number or accept a number from a client resulted in instant dismissal. It was made very clear from day one it was a pole- and lap-dancing club, not a way to find a meal ticket or offer sexual services be they for free or not. 

From the age of around 10 until 16, I attended a dance class paid for by my father. I then went to college, and followed up my studies at university. Having been pampered and left wanting for nothing all of my life, I decided to try and make my own way in the world. My father was reluctant to let me go out into the big, bad world on my own and put some cash into a bank account for me to fall back on should I need it. Being the stubborn girl that I was, I told myself I would never touch that money; I was completely determined to be fair to myself and create my own path. I held down several jobs from waitress to coffee shop assistant manager, but the compensations were negligible at best. 

My first 'home' was a grotty little flat on the outskirts of a university town. The university itself was beautiful with a very high rating in my chosen field of study, but the surrounding area was nondescript at best.

So there I was at 18, out in the world, struggling to get by, but all the while completely determined to make it on my own. One day, while sitting in the canteen at uni, I was approached by a young girl who gave me a card advertising for lap- and pole-dancers at a local club I had heard about but had never been to. Those who put out the advertisement seemed to be offering good money. So far, my seven years of dance lessons had been a complete waste, save for nights spent dancing on nightclub floors. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I applied.

At the interview, the man conducting it asked to see me in my bra and knickers. While I'm certainly not fat, I have a well-toned body that could be a bit lighter. That being said, I've never had any trouble attracting male attention. My size 16 breasts and size 14 hips, especially when paired with a low cut top and the right bra, made me look fantastically top heavy. Fortunately, my larger breasts balance my larger butt and hips to make my body very proportionate. I was asked to spin around a couple of times so he could see all of me. As I was turning, I caught a glimpse of him; and the look on his face said it all. He wanted one of those skinny supermodels without an ounce of fat on them, but it was obvious that he wasn't what I would describe as enamoured with the buxom girl twirling before him. 

Though I don't feel I have the supermodel looks, I'm not ugly. Many people compliment my pretty face, and one of my best features are my deeply-set, big, brown eyes. 

After he was finished looking at me, the interview started.

"Do you know how to work a pole?" he asked in a seemingly bored manner while fiddling with a pen he was holding and looking at it rather than me.

I'd never heard that phrase before, so I asked for clarification.

He gestured over my shoulder to the pole-dancers' pole, and asked me again.

"The pole on the dance floor, can you work it?" he hissed at me, his impatience obvious as he threw the pen onto the table in front of him as a display of frustration.

"I don't know," I replied, "but I can certainly try!"

As I slowly made my way to the pole, he started the music. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" came over the speaker system as I began 'working the pole'. As I danced, I started to get into the rhythm and found myself performing all sorts of gymnastics on this pole; from hanging upside down to swinging around on it, making sure I kept giving him furtive looks. I also tried my best to maintain eye contact as much as possible and it appeared to be working. He was watching me now intently and just a hint of a smile was on his face. When the music stopped, I was breathing very hard, my breasts heaved as I panted, swelling and shrinking in the half cup bra I was wearing. The interviewer just sat there, mouth agape, in obvious awe of my dancing. After what I was sure was a full minute, he broke the silence with a question. 

He tipped his head to one side and his eyes narrowed a little. "What did you say your name was again?" he asked, still in the stunned manner.

I wasn't sure of myself at this point, my breathing was slowing and I swallowed before answering. "I'm Vicky."

"Well, Vicky, I have never seen anyone work a pole like that before in my life! That was incredible, and every time you looked at me it was like I was being shocked with 20,000 volts."

"Thank you!" I blushed as I answered him. 

"Can you lap dance?" he asked as he licked his lips this tongue flicking out and coating them in a hint of saliva.

I didn't know, but I seemed to be good at pole dancing, so I offered to try as my confidence grew a little more. Again the music started and I approached him, swinging my hips in time to the beat, smiling and performing a few dance steps. He leaned back in his chair and I ran my hands all over his body. I never touched his cock though. My hands went very close to it, but they never actually touched it. Again I kept offering as much eye contact as I could and was smiling a genuine smile as I started to enjoy myself, dancing and writhing over his body, teasing him and loving every second of it. I felt in control of the situation, my confidence growing all the more as I wiggled my arse at him, offering my breasts to his face without actually touching him with them. Strangely for me, I was starting to become tuned on by the sudden surge of power I was feeling over this man and my nipples grew hard trying to poke their way out of the laced material. 

Again the music stopped and I took a step back, looking at him feeling rather pleased with myself. I noticed he was sporting a very healthy looking bulge in his trousers, so I wasn't the only one who was turned on.

"Wow! Where did you learn to do that?" he asked, obviously exasperated and trying to hide his enthusiasm for my efforts but failing miserably.

"Those years of dance classes really paid off, apparently!" I responded, with a sly wink and a wry smile, knowing I'd driven him nuts with desire.

"Yes, it has," he responded eagerly, "do you have suspenders, stockings and a G-string?" 

"I can't say I know of a woman who hasn't," I told him.

"Be here at 8 this evening and wear them; that's your costume."

I got dressed and left, wondering what I was getting myself into. I returned at 8 as instructed and was shown to a changing room full of other women. I was introduced to them and we chatted with each other as we got ready for the evening. 

For me, the evening went very well; I danced for several guys who all tipped me extremely well. That night I went home with over £1,000 in my purse and so started my pole and lap dancing career. After a month at the club I had enough money to put down on a rather nice house outside of the town and, to help out with the rent, I asked a couple of girlfriends if they'd like to share with me. 

Heather I met at the club and we got on like a house on fire from the moment we met. She was a redhead with long wavy hair which was much longer than my own jet black hair which went about half way down my back. Heather's hair came down to almost the top of her hips in what looked to be waves and waves of thick hair and she had the sort of body I would kill for. If I tried to exercise for it, I would probably die trying. She had naturally full and round boobs that stood up by themselves when she didn't wear a bra, {Authors note: This of course was a topless pole and lap dancing club} a gorgeous slim figure and a perfectly round arse that just screamed to be touched. She was a little taller than me at 5'6", (I'm 5'2"), and 3 years older than me at 21.

Lyndsey was from uni and was on the same course as me so we had a common interest as well as a few other things in common. She was 25, a brunette but with a heavily feathered bob just above her shoulders that had lots and lots of body. She wasn't fat, but did carry a few good curves which she showed off to the fullest extent she could by wearing tight fitting clothes. I liked Lyndsey because she always had the sort of confidence I'd always wanted. She also had a cutting wit that would have you howling with laughter; or, if you were on the receiving end, would make you feel very small indeed. Lyndsey was always perfectly turned out despite the fact she wore only a hint of make up to really bring out her looks.

We spent a lot of time together at the house when we weren't working, just relaxing, often with a bottle of wine or three and just talking about whatever. We all became very close friends; we went shopping together, would hit the town for a night out, or just stay in and watch a film one of us had rented. 

One evening we were watching a film and drinking wine when the conversation turned to our fathers. Heather loved her father to bits as did I and Lyndsey. We all spoke of their qualities and all agreed that it would be nice to find someone like our fathers to settle down with one day. As the wine flowed, the conversation turned to sex and we compared notes on who, what, how, where and when.

"So what was your best fuck ever?" Lyndsey asked Heather and I

Heather had a thoughtful look on her face as she answered. "You know, I don't think I've ever had a decent one. Sure the guys tried their hardest, but they couldn't make me cum by going down on me, fucking me or finger fucking me. I've always had to get myself off."

As expected, the question turned to me next.

"What about you Vicky? What was your best lay?" Heather asked.

I could feel myself blushing a little. I drained my half-filled glass of wine and considered the question.

"I'm not sure really. I think most of them have been pretty okay but none of them really stand out. One or two hit the spot but I can't say there's one I'd actually want to go back to."

Heather took the lead and continued the question "What about you, Lyndsey?"

Lyndsey answered quickly, almost too quickly with a strange excitement and enthusiasm I didn't really expect.

"That would have to be my dad," she answered, much to our surprise.

Before we could comprehend what she had just said, she continued. "My mother is a very lucky woman to have a man that knows what he's doing."

Heather and I looked at each other our mouths open and our eyes displaying the shock of what she'd just said along with the surprise of how she just said it without batting an eye lid. It came across like it was perfectly normal to have fucked your father as though it was something every girl did. 

After what seemed to be a long while, Heather finally broke the silence. "Are ...... Are you serious?" she stammered.

Lyndsey was smiling as she filled her glass with more wine and drank half the contents in several gulps.

"Of course," she replied, again in a much too nonchalant tone as though she was discussing some television program.

I questioned her again, hardly being able to believe my ears.

I couldn't hide the shock and surprise in my voice "You've fucked your dad?"

Lyndsey nodded slowly and deliberately "Hell yeah! I've been fucking him since I was 18," she answered.

"How?...Why?...How?" Heather asked, her voice quivering slightly.

Lyndsey's quick wit came out as she responded to Heather. She simulated holding a penis with her hand and moved it back and forth as though she was masturbating an invisible thick and long cock. "Well, the how is easy. You get his penis hard, and then," Lyndsey laughed as Heather interrupted her.

"You know what I mean, you bitch," Heather said, joining in with Lyndsey's laughter and smiling broadly

Lyndsey finished the last of her wine, poured herself another glass, and began to tell her story.

Lyndsey's Story:

'Well, when I was little I once caught my mum and dad fucking. I was too young to understand what they were doing so I just wandered into their room and sat on the sofa watching. Of course, as soon as I was spotted they stopped and explained it wasn't appropriate and that I should knock in future.

'For whatever reason that memory stuck with me and, as I grew up, I spent a lot of time with my dad. He's a fantastic bloke and seeing him naked and on top of my mother that time kept drifting through my mind especially when I was older and had discovered masturbation. As I approached my 18th birthday I noticed my dad would hold his look on me a little longer than perhaps he should have. 

'It was a few months after my 18th when it happened properly. OK, so Dad had put on a little weight over the years, but he still has a really nice body. Not fat, but chunky in a really nice sort of way. I was out by the pool one summer, topping up my tan by the pool. I was home alone so wore a tiny bikini to get a maximum tan when I noticed a shadowy figure in the kitchen that seemed to be watching me. 

'I was laid on my front with my head facing the large sliding kitchen window when I suddenly decided I didn't want any tan lines. So I reached behind me and undid my bikini top letting the straps fall down by my sides. I could only just make out this shadow in the kitchen just standing there facing my direction. Then I pulled the top of my bikini bottoms down a little to expose just a hint of bum cleavage then settled again, resting my chin on my hands with my face pointing at the window. I was looking at the figure standing ay the back of the kitchen.

'After a few minutes I stood up and my bikini top fell to the ground. I was careful not to look into the kitchen directly, but, out of the corner of my eye, I could see this shadowy figure take a slight step back so as not to be seen. I turned my sun lounger around and lay on it on my back soaking up the sun, my breasts now fully exposed to the hot summer sun. 

'As I settled, I put on my sun glasses so I could open my eyes fully and pulled down the front of my bikini bottoms a little to allow the sun to get to my body as much as possible. Now, I saw the figure take a bit of a step forwards as I hooked a thumb into the front of my bikini so my nail was pressing against my clit. I started to rub it a little and before long they were pushed half way down my thighs and I was finger fucking myself with my legs as wide open as my bikini bottoms would allow. Then, suddenly, the figure vanished which spoiled my fun. 

'I stopped what I was doing, pulled my bikini bottoms back up and put my top back on. I then quietly crept into the house. I couldn't see anyone, so I went upstairs going as slowly and as quietly as I could. As I approached my parents' bedroom, I could see the door was slightly open and, looking in, I saw my dad furiously wanking himself off into a pair of my knickers. His eyes were closed, he was completely naked and his body was tense as though he was going to shoot his load at any second.

'I coughed and his eyes snapped open then he turned his head in my direction. The look on his face was a picture. It was a mixture of shock and surprise with a touch of embarrassment at what I'd caught him doing. I just stood there smiling at him and suggested he carried on as it was nice to watch a live show instead of a pre-recorded one from a porn site. 

'Dad started to stammer how inappropriate it was that I should witness my own father performing this act of self-indulgence. I pointed out he was the one wanking into his own daughter's knickers, having stood spying on her sunbathing and jerking off for a good 15 minutes. This was a comment too far and suddenly his cock, which was still in his right hand, went soft, which was a real disappointment for me as I was looking forward to the show. 

'Dad was looking very embarrassed now as he half walked, half staggered backwards to sit on the end of his bed, his now soft cock still clutched in his hand, so I decided it was time to take charge. I walked into the room. My mother and brother wouldn't be back until much later that evening as Mum had taken my brother for a college interview a couple of hundred miles away. We would also hear the car pull into the drive since the bedroom was at the front of the house and the windows were open.

'I walked up to Dad who was still sat on the end of the bed with this rabbit-in-the-headlights look on his face and stood in front of him. His eyes watched me intently as I tugged at the strap of my bikini top and let it fall to the floor, revealing my breasts in all their glory just inches from his face. Next I slipped off my bikini bottoms and stood naked. I stepped to his side then lifted a leg and put a foot on the side of the bed so my pussy was exposed, then ran a finger up my thigh from my knee and started working my clit. He stammered "we shouldn't be doing this," but his cock was saying we should, since it was now getting hard again. Looking at it close up, it wasn't particularly long, but it was incredibly thick as it stood to attention. I worked my clit with only my middle finger. I told Dad to start wanking again and it was OK if he wanted to use my knickers to help him along. I just wanted to see him shoot hot cum over his stomach.

'He started to wank his cock as he watched what I was doing and his strokes started to get faster and faster as I got wetter and wetter while I rubbed my clit just a few inches from his face. He took a deep breath and that was too much for him; his cock twitched as it started to release its built-up load. He rubbed his cock more slowly, moaning softly as stream after stream of cum hit his stomach and spilled over his hand. I seriously didn't think he was going to stop cumming; there was loads of it covering his belly, hand and cock, as the excess dripped down, running over his balls and coating it in a thick white creamy liquid. 

'Finally it stopped and he lay back on the bed looking exhausted, his cock still dripping cum from the tip. He smiled at me as I finished myself off and for the first time in my life I actually squirted. I can tell you it was a hell of a shock, but Dad seemed to love it; he muttered I was just like my mother and asked if he could clean me up. Could he ever! His mouth on my cunt licking it? Hell yeah! I'd heard the moans and groans coming from the bedroom and from my mother over the years. Sometimes I'd even got myself off to the noises they made. 

'He pulled me over towards him and I straddled his face. His hands came up and grabbed the tops of my legs from behind and pulled my hot little pussy down onto his mouth. He nibbled, kissed, licked and sucked on my cunt like an expert which I suppose he was, given how long he'd been married to Mum and that they were still at it like rabbits. I had to lean forwards and steady myself on my hands because my legs wouldn't support me. Within minutes I was cumming again, this time in huge waves that ripped through my soaking wet cunt and I was soaking his face with my own cum. He opened his mouth wide as I filled it with my juices and he lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk.




Seducing Daddy



'I fell forwards onto my front feeling completely exhausted, with my dad's head between my legs and pressing against my pelvic bone. We just lay there for a few minutes, saying nothing, but recovering. Dad was the first to say something. He told me we shouldn't have done that and how wrong it was because we were father and daughter. I protested and said it felt natural and if it was so wrong we wouldn't have had such a good time together. Dad mused this for a few minutes, he tried to argue he was right and what we'd done was wrong. 

'I turned around and sat with his head between my legs, his face was glistening with my juices and my eyes travelled down towards his cock but stopped on his stomach which was still covered in his cum. I told him I'd convince him otherwise and slipped down over his head opening my legs again so his face was close to my pussy. I started to lick the cum off his stomach working my way down towards his cock which I then took in my mouth. I took it out of my mouth and started to run my tongue up and down the shaft, licking up all that lovely cum and cleaning him thoroughly. My tongue flicked over his balls and the taste was delicious. As I did, he brought his arms up over the tops of my thighs and once again started to lick my pussy. His cock grew as I put it back into my mouth and started to fill it so full that I started to gag as it reached down my throat. 

'Dad took one of his arms away and brought his hand to the back of my head pushing down hard, forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged again and this seemed to spur him on, so much so I'm sure his cock was getting harder and bigger in my mouth and throat. His tongue shot into my pussy hole, rimming it while his hand pushed my head down hard and he thrust his pelvis back and forth fucking my mouth and forcing as much as he could down my throat. I was a little scared of what was happening, I'd never done this before and I was nervous of being sick on Dad. 

'Within a few minutes he let out a huge groan and I felt a wave of cum shoot into the back of my throat causing me to gag even more as it pumped its way down my throat and into my stomach. As it did, I started to cum again and opening my legs wider so I could push my pussy onto his mouth hard as I released yet another load of my own cum. He started to cough as I sprayed into his mouth as wave after wave of my juices filled his mouth and covered his face. 

'I rolled off and lay back with my legs open wide. We lay there panting and exhausted at what we'd just done. I was in heaven; I'd just sucked my dad off and got him to lick my pussy. 

'He sat up and looked at me; he told me I was beautiful and he couldn't believe we'd done what we'd just done. He was grinning from ear to ear as he spoke. We showered and cleaned up, then went downstairs and started to make the evening meal for when my mother and brother got home. I did manage to give Dad a hands-free blow job in the kitchen which he seemed to enjoy and returned the compliment by laying me on the dining room table and eating my pussy. 

'Mum and my brother returned home a couple of hours later and we all sat down to our evening meal as though nothing had happened, well, except for the odd furtive look between Dad and me which seemed to go unnoticed.'

"And that's how I started having sex with my dad," Lyndsey told Heather and me. We had sat and listened intently as she drank more and more wine whilst she told her story.

"Is that really true?" Heather asked.

Lyndsey nodded, "Hand on heart. I've been fucking my dad for the last 7 years since I was 18."

"I don't believe you," I protested. I felt it just couldn't be true, "That has to be a story from a porn site or something."

Lyndsey reached into her bag and brought out her phone. She scrolled through several screens then triumphantly turned the screen towards us. 

"This is me with my dad's cock in my mouth." 

She started to flick through the photographs. 

"And this is me with his cum on my face, and this is me with Dad naked. As you can see his cock is hard and in my hand and he's got his fingers on my pussy."

We looked at the pictures completely astonished at what she was showing us. We'd met her dad on a few occasions when he'd come to collect her for the weekend so we could see it was him. 

"So what do you girls think? You ever fucked your dad?" Lyndsey asked.

"NO!" Heather and I replied in unison.

Lyndsey offered a smile and there was a glint in her eye I'd never seen before. 

"Ever thought about it?" she asked, a mischievous undertone in her voice. 

"A couple of times," Heather admitted. "My dad is a really nice man and I love him to bits. He's got a nice body too for someone who's 44."

Something was stirring inside of me and I started to imagine my own father naked and looking down at me as he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy.

"I am now," I chipped in.

Lyndsey seized the moment and she couldn't hide the excitement in her voice. 

"So why not do it? You both say your dad is a decent fella. so go for it. Get fucked by your dads. Let them set the bench mark for what being fucked really is."

We talked into the early hours with Lyndsey offering us advice on how to go about fucking our own fathers, how to manufacture situations and subtly come on to our fathers without being direct or obvious. 

It was around 5am before we went to our rooms and I was in deep thought about what Lyndsey had told us. The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was a brilliant idea. All the taboo surrounding, having sex with my dad as well as the element of getting caught, made my heart skip a beat every time I thought about it. I masturbated myself to sleep thinking about how it would be to have my own father's fingers or, better still, his cock inside of me. 

The next morning, Lyndsey was looking the worse for the drink she'd consumed the previous night. She looked incredibly rough, her eyes were bleary and she hadn't brushed her hair. She sat at the kitchen island and I handed her a black coffee. She smiled at me and blinked slowly several times as she took a tentative sip of the hot black liquid. We sat in silence for a few minutes, Lyndsey looking into her coffee cup taking the occasional sip and slowly draining the contents of her mug. I took the plunge and brought up the night before and the topic of conversation, not really knowing if it was the drink talking or if she regretted telling us what she told us. Lyndsey was fine about it and told me she was glad she'd told us her dirty little secret. She wasn't ashamed or embarrassed and, in fact, she was only too happy to answer any questions I had, but, first of all, she needed a couple of pain killers along with another cup of coffee. I poured her another cup, grabbing some pain killers from the cupboard, and handed both to her. She threw the tablets into her mouth, then took a large mouthful of the coffee, then thanked me, offering me a weak smile. We talked about the previous night's conversation, with Lyndsey telling me she was glad it came out as she really had nobody to share her secret with. As we talked, Heather came into the kitchen and joined the conversation. We sat drinking our coffee once again talking about incest, about fucking our fathers, with Lyndsey offering advice and answering any questions Heather and I had. 

The next few weeks, we didn't manage to spend much time together due to work commitments, but we managed to get a weekend off. Heather and I were so unsure about how to go about getting our respective dads into the sack, Lyndsey offered to help. We had the next four weekends off together and hatched a plan. 

The first weekend, we'd stay over at Lyndsey's house and she'd create a situation where Heather and I could join in with her and her dad. It was ideal because her brother was away at university and her mother would be away for the weekend, staying with her parents. We would have the whole weekend and the house to ourselves, so we would have plenty of time to seduce him. Lyndsey was convinced her father would be up for it but it had to be done right as three women coming onto him full on would, no doubt, scare him off and possibly shut everything down. 

The second weekend, we'd stay at Heather's house, though this would be more difficult because her mother never went away. Her brother and sister had left the family home, so they wouldn't be an issue, but her mother would be. However, as her mother volunteered at an animal rescue center, we would have very limited time to activate the plan and get her dad in the sack.

And on the third and final weekend, we'd stay at my house and manufacture a situation there, although the details were hazy at best. I had no idea exactly how we'd go about getting my father in the mood to play along with us. 

All this was ideal and great in theory, but in practice would it work? Only time would tell. 

Chapter II

Lyndsey's House

We arrived at lunch time on the Friday and intended to stay until the Monday. We were welcomed with open arms into the house and settled in quickly. The house wasn't a large place, a standard 4 bedroom house which was completely detached in a reasonably isolated area. Heather and I were asked if we minded sharing a bed in the spare room and we readily agreed. Lyndsey would stay in her old room so her dad would get easy access to her. The plan was, when Lyndsey's mum went away, we'd behave normally and go to bed reasonably early so we could put the plan into action. 

Heather and I would wait for Lyndsey's text message, which would be pre-typed so all she had to do was hit send as she "put her phone away", telling us she was with her father. Then one of us would go to the toilet and investigate the noises coming from Lyndsey's room as she would be rather vocal. The other would then venture out to find the other and catch her in bed with Lyndsey and her father. OK, so it wasn't exactly a brilliant plan, but then again the simplest plans are often the ones most likely to work.

During the course of the evening, I did notice one or two furtive looks and smiles between Lyndsey and her father accompanied by the occasional slight wink. As arranged, at 10pm we all retired to bed under the guise of it having been a long day and the travelling having taken it out of us. Lyndsey's father, however, stayed up to watch a film, much to our frustration. Lyndsey wasn't at all fazed by this; in fact it was better as she could go downstairs for a drink of water and leap on her dad as he lay on the sofa.

Lyndsey's dad wasn't bad looking, a tad portly, but his 6ft frame carried it well and I really did like him. He was really easy going and relaxed about most things. Lyndsey left the room and went downstairs for her drink while Heather and I lay in bed quietly chatting with an air of excitement. After 20 minutes or so Heather decided she couldn't take the tension any longer and followed Lyndsey downstairs to 'catch' Lyndsey and her father having sex. I followed and managed to find a place at the top of the stairs offering me a view into the living room through the open door. I could see Lyndsey on her knees in front of her father sucking his cock greedily. Heather, who was watching them, looked at me and nodded as I went back to our bedroom to wait for a while before joining them. I heard muffled voices through my closed door and my heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to listen to what was being said, but I couldn't make it out. After about 10 minutes, I heard footsteps on the landing as three people walked past my room. 

I waited 15 more minutes before I ventured out to find out what was going on. We figured, if her dad wouldn't go for it, there would be a lot of commotion and I'd know the plan had failed. I crept out of the bedroom and headed off to Lyndsey's room. The door was open ever so slightly, just enough for me to see inside. 

I heard the bed creaking and some moaning as I approached the door and I peered inside. I saw Lyndsey and Heather laid on their sides with their legs wide open in a 69 position eating each other's pussies while her dad sat in a chair watching what was going on, slowly stroking his own cock. I gently pushed the door open and stood watching for a few seconds before Lyndsey's dad looked over at me smiling. 

"Come in Vicky and join the party," he beckoned me in. 

I suddenly felt like I'd been set up, but went into the room anyway. Heather and Lyndsey were on the bed completely naked and engrossed in what they were doing, so they paid no attention to me. I was a little shocked as I didn't think Lyndsey and Heather were interested in women, let alone each other. I decided to take the plunge and join them, slipping out of my night dress then dropping it onto the floor as I walked towards the bed. Lyndsey's dad beckoned me over to him and guided me to sit on his knee. His cock was rock hard as I sat down. 

"Will you stroke my cock for me while we watch?" he asked with a huge smile on his face. 

I sat on his lap and shifted my position so his cock was sticking up between my thighs. I then took hold of it and started gently running my extended fingers up and down the shaft. It felt really thick in my hand, not so much long, but it was much bigger than anything I'd held before. 

As I worked his cock, pre-cum was dripping down the shaft lubricating it. 

"Be careful, I don't want to cum too soon," Lyndsey's dad whispered in my ear, as the fingertips of his left hand ran up and down my spine sending little shock waves into my body. His right hand was firmly, but expertly, massaging my right breast and he nipped my nipple through his fingers occasionally. I could feel myself getting wet as I sat slowly wanking his cock with my fingertips, while watching my two best friends lick each other out. The fingers of his right hand found their way to my clit and started to work it. Things were a little awkward as both of us were in the same place, but we managed to work around each other. 

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We watched as Lyndsey and Heather worked each other up to orgasm, when they both let out a scream as they came. Then Heather rolled off Lyndsey, flopping back onto the bed. Lyndsey's dad took my hand away from his cock and moved me off his knee. He took me by the hand and lay me on the bed beside Heather. He then turned Lyndsey around so all three of us were laid the same way. Gently, he pulled each of us in turn towards the bottom of the bed with the small of our backs on the edge of it, then he pushed our thighs open so we were all laid on the edge of the bed, our legs open wide and exposing our pussies to him. He then dropped to his knees in front of us. 

"Now it's my turn to make you girls cum," he said, as he slipped between my thighs, plunging his mouth onto my pussy. OH MY GOD!!! That expert tongue was fantastic as he licked, sucked and ate my pussy. It was everything Lyndsey said it was and a whole lot more. I quickly came, cumming so hard I sat up so I could arch my back and push my pussy onto his mouth. 

I quivered and shook as I came again and a third time as he worked his tongue over my clit. He didn't stop and I didn't want him to stop. Suddenly, I started to shake as yet another orgasm built up inside of me and I felt a strange sensation which felt like my whole womb and stomach was contracting. I heard a distinctive whoosh as I started to squirt into his mouth. He lapped it up as I came again and again in my first multiple orgasm. 

I fell back onto the bed exhausted and laughed, feeling elated at the pleasure I'd just received. 

Next, he moved to Heather and performed the same act on her. As she came, she screamed, shaking her head from side to side while tensing her body, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. As he licked, she came again and again then pushed his head away begging him to stop as she couldn't cum again. 

"Now for my second favourite pussy," he said, as he knelt between Lyndsey's thighs. She put her feet on the bed and flopped her legs open wide so he had unlimited access to her pussy. Heather and I watched as he performed the same act on her. It took what seemed like only seconds for Lyndsey to cum in waves, squirting all over his face and into his mouth as she bucked and tensed with the intense pleasure. 

Again he licked and sucked several orgasms out of Lyndsey before drawing back.

Lyndsey's dad stood up and in front of us. He was slowly wanking his cock as he spoke. 

"Now girls, how would you like some cock?" he asked. his eyes darting from each one of us to the next. Pre-cum was dripping from the tip of his cock. So much so, it was falling onto the carpet like a little water fall. 

"YES PLEASE," we all replied in unison.

"Daddy, play cock roulette like you do with me and Mummy," Lyndsey requested.

"Me and Mummy??" I asked .

Lyndsey looked at me smiling. "Yeah, a few months back we managed to get Mum in on the act. We found out she loves to lick my pussy while Daddy fucks me. Then, when he cums, she sucks all the spunk out."

"One game of cock roulette coming up ..... Pardon the pun," Lyndsey's dad said. 

He positioned us all on the bed so we were laid flat on our backs with our bums sort of hanging off the edge. Our legs were wide open, offering him our eager pussies. He positioned himself between my thighs, taking hold of my calves and lifting my legs into the air and wide open, allowing him full access to me. Positioning his cock at the entrance to my wet hole, he thrust into me hard and deep with a groan. 

"Fucking hell, that's a tight pussy," he said, as he pushed the full length of his cock into me. I thought he was going to split me in two his cock was so thick.

"How do you play?" Heather asked.

"Ah well, Daddy fucks us in turn, giving each one of us 10 hard strokes, then 20, 30, 40 and so on, until he cums. The winner is the one he cums in and the loser has to suck all the spunk out of the winner's pussy," Lyndsey explained

Lyndsey's dad started to pump my pussy. 

"One .... Two .... Three .... Four .....," Lyndsey and Heather counted with glee with each thrust he made. 

On reaching ten, he pulled out and drove his cock into Heather who gasped as he entered her. 

"One .... Two .... Three .... Four .....," Lyndsey and I counted again and, on the tenth thrust, he pulled out then moved to Lyndsey, pushing his cock into her. 

Heather and I again counted the thrusts. After a couple of turns with each of us we increased the count to fifteen, then twenty, then thirty. At forty thrusts. he was slamming his cock into me hard and fast with the encouragement of Lyndsey. 

"Fuck her Daddy, fuck her hard. Cum in that tight little 18-year-old pussy, Daddy," she begged him. 

This was too much for him. 

"I can't hold back any more!" he mumbled, as his thrusts became more deliberate and he finally came with a huge thrust, pushing his cock deep and hard inside of me. He spurted stream after stream of hot cum while holding his cock deep in my aching wet cunt. I came a few seconds later, the sensation of feeling him spurting inside of me, along with his pubic bone pressing hard against my clit, sent waves of pleasure through my body. I gasped and screamed as I felt his cock pulsing with each spurt.

He looked down at me and smiled, telling me what a lucky girl I was because I'd won. Heather and Lyndsey were finger fucking each other as they watched. Lyndsey's dad looked at Heather. 

"I think you should suck all that cum out of Vicky's cunt while Lyndsey finger fucks you from behind and sucks my cock clean" he suggested. Heather dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed in front of me.

"But I've never been with another woman," I protested.

Heather looked up at me from between my legs. 

"It's easy, just let me do all the work." she mewed .as she started to lap at my dripping pussy oozing Lyndsey's dad's cum. I felt Heather's mouth hit my dripping cunt and her tongue went inside me, lapping up the fresh load of cum that was dripping out. Lyndsey knelt behind Heather and started finger fucking her. Her dad stood beside her and guided his semi-hard cock into her mouth so she could suck it clean of my juices and the remaining cum dripping out of the end. 




Seducing Daddy



Heather's tongue was driving me crazy. It was just firm enough for me to feel it, but light enough not to make me cum straight away. She teased as she lapped at my pussy, driving me wild as she parted my lips with her fingers. 

"Make me cum Heather, make me cum please," I begged her, as my back started to arch and my head drove its way into the mattress. Heather stopped for a moment and I looked at her, my juices and cum dripping down her chin. 

"Only if you promise to squirt into my mouth," she smiled ,then went back to what she was doing. "

I've never squirted before ... Oh god!! Oh god!!" I moaned, as her tongue became firmer and firmer. I started to pant hard as my orgasm built up inside of me. Finally, I came with a huge squirt of my own ejaculate and piss which she drank down with enthusiasm. 

Lyndsey was still working on her dad's cock and was finger fucking Heather who herself started to cum. As she did, I heard the squirt of her juices hit the carpet and she cried out. Lyndsey left her dad's cock and started to lick Heather from behind, which caused her to start shaking and bucking. 

"I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again," she panted, as she gripped my thighs. With a shudder, Heather came again. "Hmmmm, you're pissing yourself Heather," Lyndsey mewed, as she lapped up the juices. 

With our orgasms over, her dad guided Lyndsey to the bed. 

"OK girls, you've had your fun, it's time to give Lyndsey some fun too. Kiss her, lick her, finger fuck her," he ordered ,taking charge of the three women before him and directing us. Heather and I did as we were told and our fingers and tongues worked on Lyndsey's body until she came again and again. I was amazed at how easy it was to lick another woman's pussy. I could taste a sweet fluid along with what I assumed was the watery taste of piss on her pussy which drove me wild. The smell, the taste, the sensation of that hard little clit rolling around under the tip of my tongue was spurring me on and on to yet another wonderful orgasm.

Finally we were exhausted and we lay on the bed, smiles on our faces our bodies aching from our efforts. We climbed into the king size bed and Lyndsey's dad joined us. We fell asleep in each other's arms, content. 

I woke the next morning to find Lyndsey and her dad fucking vigorously. Her legs were up and wrapped around his back as she encouraged her dad to cum inside of her. 

"Fuck me Daddy, push your cock deep into your little girls pussy and cum deep inside me," she begged. Within a few minutes he was thrusting deep inside of her as he came. 

"Where do you get your energy?" I asked.

Lyndsey's dad looked at me and smiled. 

"Just because I'm almost 50, doesn't mean I'm past it," he grinned, as he rolled off Lyndsey. 

Lyndsey looked at me. 

"Three horny little cunts are bound to get any man going," she said, as she ran her hand down her body, her fingers entering her pussy and swirling around inside. She took her cum-soaked fingers out and offered them to me; I licked them clean. 

We all showered and dressed, then had breakfast. We spent the day sun-bathing by the pool and chatting about the previous night. Lyndsey's dad made sure we had plenty to drink and kept our sun tan lotion topped up in between going about his daily chores. 

The rest of the weekend was spent fucking, sucking and cumming as much as we could. Sadly, Lyndsey's mother came home early so the fun stopped. Although she approved of her husband and daughter having sex together, she wouldn't have approved of her husband fucking two other women as well. 

Heather's House

All week the excitement built as we planned and planned how to get Heather's dad into the sack. Her parents were lovely. Her father was cute, dark hair, incredible blue eyes and around his mid 40's with a touch of a middle aged spread. Her mother was around the same age with long red hair and a nice figure for a woman of her age. She was very friendly towards us and welcomed us to the house with open arms. 

The house was huge, lots of rooms including a library, study, two lounges and plenty of bedrooms. Lyndsey and I were shown to separate rooms which disappointed us a little as we would have liked to be together, but we accepted our rooms with grace. 

The Friday evening was spent chatting and enjoying a meal together while drinking wine. I kept giving Heather's dad flirting looks, but he didn't seem to respond at all. He was more interested in his wife. 

We went to bed around midnight and went to our separate rooms. I started to get texts from Heather and Lyndsey expressing concerns of how we should go about seducing Heather's dad. The June weather was scorching hot so I suggested bikinis and a bit of sunbathing in the garden the next day. Both agreed, though we were stuck on who should make the first move on Heather's dad. We decided to see which of us got the best response out of him the next day.

Breakfast was at 8am and Heather's mum left at 8:30 to do her volunteer work leaving us alone in the house with her dad. The day was going to be really hot, the weather clock on the kitchen shelf reporting an outside temperature of 18C already. 

Heather's dad was sat at the table eating toast and drinking coffee when Heather asked him if he minded us doing some sun bathing in the garden. His eyes lit up at the suggestion and he agreed readily and rapidly. At least the first stage of our plan was put into place and set in motion. 

We left the table and returned to our rooms to get changed. I had brought a bikini that was a size too small on me to make sure I was showing the maximum amount of flesh. Lyndsey wore little more than a G-string and what looked to be two very small handkerchiefs ,that only just covered her nipples, tied together with bits of dental floss. Heather wore a bikini that fitted her perfectly and covered a lot more than Lyndsey's bikini did.

We each grabbed a towel to lie on and went out into the garden and laid on the grass in the hot morning sun. We quietly chatted wondering just how to manufacture a situation when Heather's dad appeared.

"You girls are going to get sun burnt if you're not careful," he said, as he approached us with a bottle of sun tan lotion in his hand which he handed to Heather. 

"Why don't you join us Dad?" Heather asked.

"No, I can't. I have a few bits and pieces to do around the house," he protested.

"Oh, come on! Sit in the sun with us for a little while," Lyndsey chipped in, pointing to a sun lounger on the patio. "You could sit on that and chat with us for a while."

"I really couldn't," he protested again, but the protest seemed weak at best.

"Oh please! It would be nice to get to know our host for the weekend," I said,with a smile ,hoping the three of us ganging up on him would beat him into submission.

"I really wouldn't want to intrude." 

"Dad, you won't be intruding. Get the lounger and join us .... Please Daddy!" Heather almost begged.

He smiled at us all in turn. "OK, you win! But just five minutes, OK? I've got things I need to do." 

Heather's dad went and got the sun lounger and placed it beside us, then sat looking all three of us over.

Lyndsey was the first to make a move. "Heather, would you put some sun tan lotion on me please? I can feel myself burning."

"Sure," Heather replied, picking up the bottle and moving over to Lyndsey. She squirted some into her hand and started to apply it to Lyndsey's back.

"I don't want any tan lines," Lyndsey declared. "Undo my bikini top will you?" 

Heather did as she was asked and let the thin straps fall to Lyndsey's side, then spread the sun tan lotion over her back, working her way down from the shoulders, along her back and towards her arse where she rubbed the lotion over her bare cheeks, taking her time to caress them. 

I looked over at Heather's dad who was intently watching what was going on. I was convinced I could see a little bit of a bulge in his trousers as he sat, not saying a word. 

"I'm feeling a little left out here, would you mind?" I asked him, as I pointed to the bottle of sun tan lotion. 

He looked uncomfortable at my request. "I'm not sure I should ...," he said, trying to hide his enthusiasm.

"Dad! Don't be rude please! Would you like Vicky to burn? And it was your idea we use the lotion to stop us burning," she told him curtly.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose you have a point sweetheart," he said, getting off the lounger and grabbing the bottle of suntan lotion. As he moved, I could clearly make out he was starting to get hard with just the slightest of bulges in his shorts. He sat beside me and put some of the lotion in his hand then started to cover my back in it. 

"Would you undo my strap please? Like Lyndsey, I don't want tan lines either," I asked as I lay on my front, resting my face on my arms. I opened my eyes and could see the hint of a smile on Heather's and Lyndsey's faces as they glanced towards Heather's father who was running his hands up and down my back to apply the lotion.

He did as he was asked and I felt the strap fall to my sides. He started to rub the lotion in quickly but avoided my arse cheeks. 

"It would be nice to be able to sit down," I said, as his hands half massaged and half caressed my back, albeit in a rushed way. He followed my suggestion, rubbing more lotion into my arse cheeks quickly to try and avoid prolonged contact. He made his way down the backs of my legs and, as he came back up, I was sure I felt a thumb just brush past my pussy lips as he worked his way back up to my arse. 

I shuffled a little and opened my legs a little wider for him. He coughed and commented just how hot it was. I looked over at Lyndsey and Heather who seemed to be giggling at the antics. I asked him to slow down a little and offer a more even coat, especially over my calves and the backs of my thighs, not forgetting the sides of my legs too, since they were exposed to the sun. I felt his hands stop for a moment then start again. He stopped again for a second and applied some more sun tan lotion to his hands before return to my lower calves and gently, but firmly, massaging the lotion into them. He slowly worked his way up my legs, taking care to spread the lotion over my inner and outer legs with his thumbs and fingers. He made his way half way up my left leg before moving to my right and doing the same.

He was building up a lot of tension in me, almost driving me crazy with the anticipation of his hands reaching the tops of my thighs. Slowly but surely, he worked his way past the backs of my knees and I couldn't help tensing a little as his hands brushed past them. Finally he reached the tops of my thighs and spent more time than he should have on the backs of them, just below my bum and the sides. His hands ran down to the backs of my knees and his thumbs slid to my inner knee and ran their way up until the crook of his index finger and thumbs were pushed into the crease separating my bum and top thigh. He became a little bolder with his thumbs and I could just feel the tips of them brush over me outside of my pussy lips. Several times he did this. I adjusted my position again, opening my legs just a little wider and exposing what must have been the tight triangle of material which covered my pussy. 

Applying more lotion to his hands, he coated the backs of my thighs again and again, massaging the slippery oil into my skin. The tips of his thumbs became bolder and bolder until I could feel them pressing firmly into my pussy lips as he ran his hands from the inside to the outside of my legs. 

With a final application of lotion, he again rubbed it into my bum, the base of my back and all the way up to my shoulders. Suddenly he stopped and said he really had to go to get things done, got up and left, before I had the chance to turn and protest. I watched as he rapidly entered the house. 

Heather and Lyndsey were laid out in the full sun having covered each other in sun tan lotion. "He was touching me up!!" I declared to them.

Heather raised her head. "He was? Wow! He's got a thing for you then."

Lyndsey shifted her position and lay on her side behind Heather. She put an arm around Heather and ran her fingertips up and down her stomach. "You know, Heather, if he was touching Vicky up, he'll have a raging hard-on by now. He'll be in there wanking away over that," she suggested.

Heather turned and looked at Lyndsey. "You really think so?" 

"Yeah! He'll be working his cock furiously, so you'd best be quick."

"Be quick?" Heather questioned.

"What better chance is there but to catch your dad wanking?" 

"Then what?"

"Well, ask if you can watch or offer to finish him off."

Heather shook her head. "I couldn't be that forward." 

"Of course you could! It's just like catching a boyfriend wanking. You'd be able to follow that up wouldn't you?"

"Well yeah, of course, but this is my dad we're talking about."

"No he isn't, he's a hard cock you want. Now go get him tiger, before he cums and it's too late. Go on! Be quick about it."

Heather looked thoughtful for a second. "I suppose you're right. Fuck it!!! I'm gonna do it," she said firmly as she got up and walked into the house. Lyndsey and I got up after her and followed her in. We walked through the kitchen and peered in the living room to find both empty. We just caught sight of Heather vanishing up the stairs so followed her and sat at the top of the stairs listening intently. 

Heather walked to the door of her parents' bedroom and hesitated for a second. She could hear some shuffling and heavy breathing accompanied by moans of: "Oh yeah!, that's it. Keep going, keep going."

Heather slowly pushed open the door to see her dad standing facing the window with his right arm moving back and forth rapidly. "Who you talking to Dad?" she asked.

He turned around so quickly he almost fell over, his face full of shock. "I... I... I...," he stammered with his cock still in his right hand and his balls being squeezed by his left.

Heather smiled. "I heard you talking Dad and wondered who you were talking to." 

His cock shrank and he let go of it. He half walked and half staggered to the bed and sat down, trying to cover himself with his hands. "I was having some private time honey and you really should have knocked," he said very weakly, his eyes looking down towards his shorts which were round his ankles. 

Heather walked into the room. "I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to disturb you," she said playfully, while still walking towards him. "Do you often have 'private time?" she asked, her voice quivering ever so slightly.

Her dad was still looking down. "Well yeah, your mother and I don't make love often these days. The spark has gone from our sex lives so I often end up in here jerking off when she's out."

Heather sat beside her dad on the bed and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's OK Dad, we all do it you know," she offered reassuringly.

"I know, but having to resort to this,"

"Shhhhh, it's OK Daddy. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," she reassured him, rubbing his shoulder with her thumb. Despite his portly figure, her dad was still quite muscly and his shoulders were firm to the touch. She was enjoying what she felt and ran her hand down the outside of his upper arm; it felt big and strong.

Her dad turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. "I honestly don't know what to say."

Heather took his right hand and held it; she looked into his eyes and smiled. "You don't have to say anything," she said, as her hand ran across his thigh towards his now soft cock.

He jumped and got up. "Heather, what the hell are you doing?" he asked, his voice full of shock.

Heather wasn't sure how to react to this. Although she didn't expect things to be easy, she'd never really considered what a challenge this could be. "Well, I thought I'd help you out Daddy."

His eyes narrowed and his face displayed a mix of shock and disbelief at what she seemed to be suggesting. "Heather honey, I love you to bits and would do anything for you, but not that. We can't, you're my daughter." 

Heather decided to be bold. "Do you know what I was doing last weekend Daddy?"

"No."

"Last weekend I spent fucking and sucking Lyndsey and Vicky, along with Lyndsey's father. We spent the whole weekend having a great time together," she told him, her voice placing great emphasis on the word 'together'.

He looked more shocked. "Together?? What do you mean together?"

"If you're asking if Lyndsey was having sex with her dad too, then the answer is yes. Lyndsey, Vicky and I were talking one night about how fantastic you all are and how much we love you as our fathers. Lyndsey has been fucking her dad for years and really enjoying it. So we hatched a plot to seduce him – which, I have to add, took no doing at all – then you and next weekend we'll be going to Vicky's parents' house to seduce him and get him in the sack. It's not wrong; nobody gets hurt and we all had a fantastic time. There's something about an older man. It's better because he knows what he's doing far more than the young boys of our age do," she explained.

"But you're my daughter! I couldn't! I just couldn't."

"But you can come up here and wank off?" 

"Well ... I have three gorgeous women staying with me for the weekend, sunbathing in the garden dressed in hardly anything."

"Three gorgeous women? Either I'm a gorgeous woman or I'm your daughter. I can't be both Daddy."

"You know what I mean," he said curtly. "And that little tease Vicky laying there getting me to put suntan lotion on her while she writhes about and opens her legs and has her arse on show! I mean! How could any bloke resist that?"

Heather stood up and took off her bikini. "Can you resist this Daddy?" she asked, posing for him with her hands on her hips. She was becoming bolder.

He looked her up and down, his cock starting to respond to her nakedness. "Fucking hell! You are stunning honey. A really gorgeous young woman, but that doesn't change the fact you're my daughter."

Heather giggled. "Your cock says otherwise Daddy," she said, looking at his growing cock.

He looked down and saw his cock was almost fully erect. "That's just a natural reaction."

"Yes, such a natural reaction that your cock is getting hard over your naked daughter and her two almost naked friends, one of whom you touched up."

He shook his head and tried to cover up his now hard cock. "But we can't do anything Heather, it would be wrong."

"And that's the best bit about it Daddy. It's so wrong and so naughty, it's a huge turn-on."

Instead of covering his cock, he now had his hand wrapped around it. He wasn't wanking, but he was holding it tightly. "This isn't fair Heather," he said weakly.

Heather sat on the bed then lay back propping herself up with her elbows. She opened her legs to show him her pussy. "This is for you Daddy, if you want it." 

"Oh god! Heather, I can't, I honestly can't."

"Go with it Daddy, just go with it and see if you can." 

He started to rub his cock with long slow strokes. "Oh Heather! I can't help myself honey. Seeing you laid there like that gets me so hard."

Heather beckoned for him to stand beside her and he complied with her request. He stood to the side of the bed looking at her pussy while slowly but deliberately stroking his cock. She lay back and ran a hand over her full round breasts. then down her stomach and towards her pussy. Carefully, slowly and deliberately, she slid a middle finger between her pussy lips and started to gently massage her clit. Her dad watched intently as he stroked his cock a little harder and faster.

Both of them started to masturbate in silence while watching each other. 

Lyndsey and I decided to make our move; we walked into the bedroom. "Is this a private partly or can anyone join in?" Lyndsey asked, as she removed what was supposed to be a bikini. I followed suit and took mine off throwing it to one side. Heather's dad continued what he was doing as he watched Lyndsey and me strip naked and walk over to the bed. Heather raised her head and smiled at us as she also continued to masturbate. 




Seducing Daddy



We joined Heather on the bed and started to kiss each other as Heather's dad worked his cock. He was now fully masturbating as he watched his daughter and her two best friends make out on the bed. Lyndsey decided to take charge. "Let's not have that yummy spunk splashed all over the place, let's give it a target," she suggested, sitting up and putting her hand out to stop Heather's dad from continuing his masturbation.

Heather also stopped masturbating and sat up following Lyndsey's lead. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as Lyndsey got off the bed and went behind Heather's dad. She gestured Heather to sit on the side of the bed in front of her dad. Once behind Heather's dad, she took hold of his cock. 

"Reach behind you and finger my pussy," she ordered. He put his hands behind him and one hand found her slit. He had to bend his knees slightly to reach properly, but managed. I saw Lyndsey's eyes flash as he hit the spot and started to massage her clit. 

As he did so, Lyndsey started to wank Heather's dad just inches from Heather's face, "Would you like to cum in your little girl's mouth and watch your spunk splash all over her face, then see her swallow what's in her mouth?" she asked. "Heather, open your mouth." 

With that he tensed and moaned as a huge thick stream of spunk hit Heather's lips, stream after stream spurted over Heather's face and into her mouth as Lyndsey continued to wank him at a steady pace. His body was rigid; he gave several groans of pleasure as his orgasm continued to overwhelm his body.

Finally, he started to twitch and laugh as his cock became sensitive. 

"Suck that cock, Heather, take it all into your mouth and suck it hard and deep. Suck off your daddy and clean that cock," Lyndsey ordered, directing his cock to Heather's waiting open mouth. Heather took the cock into her mouth and started to suck.

"No! Please! No! I'm too sensitive," her dad complained.

"Tough! Go with it because it's not going to stop until you've pumped spunk down your daughters throat," Lyndsey hissed at him. "Look down daddy, look down at your little girl's face covered in your cum, you dirty, nasty daddy. You want to pump your spunk down her throat don't you?" Lyndsey told him, as she reached around and started to play with his balls. 

I was still laid down watching all the action while fingering myself to my own orgasm. I was happy to take a back seat as there was time for me to join in later. As it was just gone 12pm, Heather's mother wouldn't be back for another 5 hours yet.

Lyndsey took a hold of the shaft of Heather's dad's cock and started to wank it, running her hand up and down the long shaft in time to Heather's movements up and down the head of his cock. "You older guys cam always cum a lot harder and a lot more than you think you can. Come on daddy, fuck your daughter's mouth and fill it with cock. Fill it with your hot spunk," she encouraged him.

Heather's dad brought his hands to the front and held Heather's head in them, his hips started to thrust back and forth, often missing the rhythm Lyndsey and Heather were creating. He grabbed hold of her thick red hair and started to force his long cock down her throat. She put her hands on his hips to try and stop him going too far down her throat, but it was no good, he was too strong for her and she couldn't keep him from thrusting all the way to the base of his cock. Although it wasn't particularly thick, his cock was very long, a good 8 inches or so, if not a little longer. 

Heather's eyes started to water as her throat took the pounding and she started to panic a little. 

"Heather, it's OK honey, relax and go with it," Lyndsey reassured her. "Vicky, get over here and tickle his balls, roll them around in your hand and squeeze them. I'm going to finger his ass," she said, as she took the middle finger of her right hand and put it in her mouth to wet it. I did as I was asked and, with one hand furiously finger fucking myself, I used the other to pull and squeeze his balls as Lyndsey worked her middle finger into his asshole. 

After a few minutes Lyndsey had worked two fingers into his ass as his thrusts into Heather's mouth became faster and faster. "Cum in her throat, cum in her throat, while I finger fuck your ass you dirty daddy," Lyndsey barked.

Once again, Heather's dad tensed and groaned as, with a final thrust, he rammed his cock down his daughter's throat and hot spunk was forced down it. Heather's eyes were really watering now and she made choking sounds as she took the full length. This was too much for me and I started to cum hard. I came with a huge squirt that shot across the bed in a thin stream that splashed all over my thighs and the duvet cover. 

Heather's dad withdrew his cock and he looked down at his red-faced daughter, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the cum from his first ejaculation. He smiled at his daughter as his cock started to go limp from its exercise.

He half sat and half collapsed on the bed looking pleased with himself as Lyndsey bent over and kissed Heather. She then licked all the cum and tears from her face, then kissed Heather again sharing what she'd managed to gather in her mouth. 

Lyndsey told Heather and me to 69 each other, then went and sat on the chair. She placed her legs over the arms and started to finger fuck herself in front of us all and she brought herself to orgasm as she watched us lick each other's pussies. 

Within what seemed like seconds, Heather, Lyndsey and I were all enjoying our orgasms while Heather's dad sat and watched. We finished and looked at Heather's dad who was grinning. His cock wasn't hard but it was semi-hard.

"Wow girls, that was incredible! So you've done this with your dad too Lyndsey?" he asked.

Lyndsey didn't move her position and stayed with her legs wide open. "Sure, I've been fucking him and my mum for the last seven years or so, since a few months after I turned 18."

"Wow! That's hot. So how did it all happen then?"

Lyndsey told her story to Heather's father who sat listening intently. As she told it, she couldn't help but play with one of her nipples and give her clit the occasional stroke. A couple of times she slid a three fingers into her pussy right up to the fist knuckle and went bleary-eyed as she did so. Heather's dad was starting to get hard again. "I see my story excited someone," she pointed out, looking at his cock which was growing.

Lyndsey got up; she moved Heather and me so we were face down on the bed then went in the en suite bathroom. "Ah ha!" she declared, then came back into the room. "It's time for a little bit of cum roulette but this time with 6 holes instead of 3. Heather and Vicky, have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

We both looked at each other then at Lyndsey; we shook our heads. "Oh, you're in for a treat! My dad is way too thick for that but your dad, Heather, is perfect."

She knelt behind Heather and me. I felt something cold and slippery being spread over my asshole, then a finger was slipped inside. Some more of the cold substance was applied to my asshole and then I felt two fingers, then three, then four fingers being slipped inside of me. It felt a little uncomfortable, but wasn't painful. Next she moved to Heather and did the same thing to lube up her asshole. 

I looked over towards Lyndsey as she squatted and applied a huge glob of what I now saw was Vaseline which she used to lube up her own asshole. With a glassy-eyed look, she finger fucked her asshole then lay beside me to my right. Heather was on my left.

Lyndsey looked over towards Heather's dad, "OK, stick your cock in the jar of lube when I tell you to then we'll start to play."

"Play what?" he asked.

"Six hole roulette; it's like Russian roulette, only a lot more fun, especially for us. That nice hard cock is going to fuck each of us in turn. First pussy-fucks: put your cock in Heather's pussy and pump it 10 times, then Vicky's, then mine. Then pump us 20 times each, then 30 times each. When you feel like you're going to cum, move onto our asses and fuck them starting again at 10, then 20, and so on. Get it?"

Heather's dad looked slightly taken aback by this, but his cock looked hard at the thought. It was sticking out from his belly trying to stand to full attention as it would have 20 years ago. "Yeah, I got it, but I don't know if I'm going to be able to cum again."

"Doesn't matter if you do or not, we will," Lyndsey smiled. "Now, get that nice cock pushed in Vicky," she ordered.

Heather's dad positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock into my pussy. It felt really good to have a cock inside of me at last, but it didn't last very long. When it withdrew it left me wanting more. 

Next, he moved to Lyndsey and did the same again. After 10 pumps, he pulled out and moved to Heather who had a huge smile on her face. She looked over her shoulder at her father knelt behind her with his cock in his hand ready to guide it into her pussy. He seemed hesitant and just looked at Heather's ass. "Come on Daddy, fuck me please," she encouraged him.

He just knelt there looking at her ass and pussy, saying nothing, just staring.

I looked over at him. His eyes were vacant and hardly blinking. 

"What's wrong?" Lyndsey asked. 

"I can't! I can't stick my cock in my own daughter."

Lyndsey turned to look at him fully. "You just throat fucked her. Fucking DO IT!!" 

Heather reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide. 

"Do it Daddy, fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little girl hard and deep. Please Daddy fuck me, fuck my pussy."

He placed his hand on the small of her back to steady himself, then thrust forwards hard driving into Heather's pussy deeply. 

"Ow .... Oh it burns Daddy, it hurts Daddy. Please Daddy, show your little girl how you fuck Mummy. Keep fucking me Daddy."

He started to rock backwards and forwards thrusting in and out of her pussy harder and faster than he had with myself and Lyndsey. 

"Ooooo Daddy, your cock is so long and feels so good. Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast, I want to feel your cock inside of me."

He'd gone past 10 pumps on Heather's pussy, but Lyndsey and I didn't mind as we watched father fuck his daughter hard. He pulled out of her pussy. "I'm going to cum again soon." 

Lyndsey grabbed the jar of Vaseline and then his cock. 

"Then we need you lubed up," she said, as she placed the jar on the end of his cock and spun it around a few times. Once it was well lubricated, she directed Heather and myself back to our positions. 

"OK, you both need to really relax for this. Lay over the bed and put your arms up above your head. It could hurt a little as it first goes in, but as soon as he's established and fucking your arses you'll find it gets easier."

I did as instructed and Lyndsey took her place in the middle of us. Heather's dad positioned himself behind me and I felt the tip of his cock on my asshole. It started to push its way in. I did my best to relax, but it wasn't working. I could feel I was tense as this was my first time. Slowly rocking back and forth. Heather's dad eased his cock into my tight little asshole. Bit by bit it slid in which hurt at first. When he had the head in I asked him to hold his position for a minute while I got used to it. Lyndsey reached over and stroked my back. 

"You OK, babe?"

I nodded. "I'm OK, it just hurts a little that's all." 

She looked at Heather's dad. "Go easy and gently, there's no point in rushing it." 

Slowly Heather's dad pushed his cock into my ass until I could feel the bottom of his belly pressed against the top of my ass. He started to thrust gently moving his cock in and out. I was surprised at just how pleasurable this started to feel when. as with my pussy, just as I was getting into it. it stopped. 

He moved on to Lyndsey. 

"Go on, push that cock right into my tight little ass. Don't worry about hurting me, I can take it all," she begged. He put the head of his cock against her slippery asshole and thrust in hard. Lyndsey squealed with delight. "Oh yes!!! That hit the spot. Now pump me, pump me like the dirty fucking bitch I am. Fuck my ass giving me all that cock," she instructed. 

Heather's dad started fucking Lyndsey's ass hard and fast, running it's full length in and out of her as she moaned and gasped with pleasure. I didn't think he was going to stop and became quite envious. She seemed to get getting a longer session than I was. He pulled out of her and she moaned that it was over. 

Lyndsey and I knew what was coming so we moved position so we could watch. Heather's dad moved and placed his cock against Heather's asshole. "You ready baby?" he asked.

She turned and looked at him, she nodded and he started to push his way into her. Heather became very vocal. "Oooo Daddy, that feels nice. Push it in a bit further... That's it Daddy, give me all your cock. Hmmmmm, I can feel it stretching me wide and penetrating my ass deep. Oh Daddy. I love you, I love you so much. Please don't stop Daddy, please don't stop." she screamed and begged.

I opened my legs and I was finger fucking myself into another orgasm at this point. It was all too much for me. Lyndsey noticed what I was doing and took my hand away, replacing it with her own. She pushed her fingers inside my pussy and I closed my eyes; she worked away on my clit with her thumb and my G-spot with her fingers.

Suddenly she stopped and guided me to lay on the bed. She moved so her knees were beside my head then parted her legs lowering her pussy onto my mouth. Without saying a word she opened my legs and moved her arm to run down my right side and pushed three fingers into my pussy. Her little finger pushed its way into my asshole then she commenced to lick my pussy for all she was worth. I reached up and followed suit. My tongue was on her clit working away, my left hand was pushing my fingers into her wet pussy while, with my right hand, I pushed three fingers into her asshole. We were finger fucking each others pussy and ass bringing each other on to a luxurious orgasm.

We came with a scream, our bodies shaking and shuddering with the intensity. Lyndsey rolled off me and we both sat up to watch Heather and her dad. He was pounding her ass hard and fast as she screamed and squealed with delight encouraging him to cum in her ass. He was sweating heavily as he fucked her ass, pushing his cock all the way in and bringing it out most of its length. His pace started to quicken and within a few strokes he thrust for the last time, spurting his paternal cum deep inside her ass. Heather was working on her clit as he did this and she came shortly afterwards, shaking violently as her self-induced orgasm finally hit her body.

Heather's dad sat back onto his feet; he looked exhausted. 

"That was so fucking hot! I've never cum that many times in the space of a couple of hours," he exclaimed contentedly. 

Heather was laid face down on the bed panting and giggling. "Thank you Daddy," she sighed, as she turned onto her back and looked at him.

We all cleaned up, then Lyndsey, Heather and I went back outside to continue sunbathing while Heather's dad went about his day. He supplied us with plenty of drinks and some plated food to pick at.

Time was getting on and we went to change before Heather's mother arrived home. I was naked and sorting through my clothes when Heather's father knocked on the door. 

"May I come in?" he asked, as he poked his head around the door. 

"Sure," I said and he came into the room closing the door behind him. He looked sheepish. "What's up?" I asked. 

"Well...," he began, looking down at the floor, "Well... Today..."

"Yes?"

"I had a fantastic time but I don't want you to think bad of me. I've never had an affair or even thought about fucking my own daughter, let alone even dreamed of having a foursome with her and her two best friends."

I was puzzled. Why was he telling me this? "To be honest, it's not something I do normally either, but Lyndsey has opened up a new world for me. Next weekend we're staying over at my parents' and hopefully we'll be fucking my dad." 

"You mean you haven't fucked your dad yet?" 

I shook my head. "No, not yet, and there's no guarantee I will. There's always a chance things could go very badly wrong. At best he'll be up for it, the next best is he'll be shocked and I'll get a telling off; at worst it could end our relationship."

"It's a hell of a risk."

"And that's what makes it so exciting. The element of danger."

"Aren't you scared of getting pregnant?"

"No, we're all taking contraceptives."

"So you have sex without condoms with boyfriends?"

"I personally don't. I can't speak for Heather or Lyndsey."

He looked thoughtful. "I just can't believe what happened today. I mean it's not every day I get leaped on by three beautiful women and have my brains fucked out.."

"Just take it in your stride. But we need to be careful around your wife and other people. They could notice the odd look or gesture which would seem out of place, especially between father and daughter."

"I'll do my best to behave. So what happens now?"

"Now we enjoy the rest of the weekend and, if you're a lucky boy, you might get laid again tomorrow when your wife is out. But for now I think it's best I get dressed into normal clothes and you make yourself look busy."

He nodded and left. Heather's mother returned an hour later and we all enjoyed an evening meal together. The rest of the weekend was fun and the next day both Lyndsey and I got a lovely mouth full of cum from Heather's dad which we both shared with Heather. 

My house

What I didn't tell my friends was I came from money. My parents own a rather large property in Cheshire with its own grounds, river and waterfall. I loved it there; it was so isolated from the rest of the world and, at times, I felt like I was the only one on the planet, it was so far removed from the world. 

We drove over to the house and, as we made our way up the drive, Heather and Lyndsey gasped as the house came into view. It used to be an old coaching house in the 15th century, so it has stables and other out-buildings. Mum and Dad arrived at the door to greet us all as we pulled up outside the house. 

We got our bags from the car and went inside, Heather and Lyndsey were in shock at the size of the house and were more stunned when house staff offered to help them to their rooms with their bags. We separated off for a little while; I went into the lounge with Mum and Dad and sat down after giving them both a hug. I held onto Dad a little longer than I should have, given the reasons why I was there, but this went unnoticed. 

Heather and Lyndsey joined us and we chatted for a while until dinner was announced, when we all entered the dining room. I was sat between Heather and Lyndsey. Lyndsey gave me a nudge and whispered she didn't know I was loaded. Of course, I'm not loaded, its my parents who are. 

As we ate Lyndsey and Heather made small talk with my parents telling them a little bit about themselves. Lyndsey seemed a little odd; she was unlike her usual loud and brash self just brimming with confidence; she was toned down and slightly reserved. 

Dad asked us what we planned on doing the following day and I suggested we took some horses out into the grounds in the morning for a ride. Heather and Lyndsey agreed, though said they weren't experienced horse riders. Dad reassured them, saying the horses were well trained and easy to manage, so they'd have no problems. Heather then suggested we all went together. Mum said she couldn't as she was busy all day the next day with prior engagements, but suggested Dad went along to "keep the girls company." 

The next morning we were all up bright and early. We ate breakfast and the weather was stunning. A bright, beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. We all went to the stables and saddled the horses ready for our ride out. We climbed on the horses and set off on our journey, I led with Lyndsey while Heather hung back riding with my dad, chatting to him. 




Seducing Daddy



"So how we going to do this?" I asked Lyndsey.

"No idea! I'm well out of my depth here. I didn't know how well off your family was."

I felt a little embarrassed about my background. "It's not my money and I'm still the person you knew before we got here."

"That may be so, but still, look at the way your dad lives! He's well out of my league."

I was becoming annoyed at this. "Why?"

"He's loaded, charming, good looking, well educated. Why the hell would he be interested in me or Heather?"

"Because he's a man and all of them think with their dicks."

Lyndsey thought for a moment. "You know what, you're right! But I don't think he's going to be as easy as my dad was or Heather's for that matter."

"What would you suggest?"

"Well, if we can get him interested in Heather and myself then perhaps. if you catch us. then you could blackmail him?"

"Blackmail? Blackmailing my own father into fucking me?"

"Well, it could be worse, he could get nothing out of it."

We rode and talked, trying to plan the best way to get my father to go along with our plan. Lyndsey was right though, he wouldn't be an easy conquest. Eventually we arrived at the waterfall and got off the horses. We sat on the edge of the pool, generally chatting about everyday things like how university was, what the tutors were like and the other students. Dad seemed to take an interest in Heather and was sat beside her trying to gain all of her attention. Lyndsey seemed to notice this and winked at me. "Is there somewhere I could ermmm, go to the loo?" she asked.

"I think I need to go too. Come on Lyndsey, I know a place we can go."

Lyndsey and I got up and headed off to relieve ourselves, leaving Heather and my dad to chat with each other. We decided to offer them both some space and hoped that Heather would make a move on him.

We walked through the woods and sat in a clearing considering what may be happening by the waterfall pool

..........

Heather looked at my father, his dark hair and piercing blue eyes complemented his nicely tanned skin. He wasn't exactly athletic in build, but he wasn't fat and round either. His black T-shirt and black jeans slimmed him out and showed off his thick upper arms and his broad shoulders. His 5ft 10in frame was very nicely proportioned as she watched him look over at the waterfall with a faraway look on his face. 

"You are so lucky to live here," she commented.

He turned to face her and smiled. "You have no idea how much hard work this place is or what it cost to build. When Abbey and I bought the place, it was an empty shell and it took us 10 years to get it in the shape it's now in."

Heather hung off each word he spoke. She wondered how she was going to get him naked and on top of her. Given how much she'd enjoyed the previous weekends, she wanted to make the most of this weekend given its perfect surroundings. "Do you ever swim in the pool?" she asked.

He nodded. "Occasionally, though I rarely have the time these days just to sit back and relax." 

Heather saw her opening. "Well, you're not busy now so we could take a dip."

He laughed. "The girls will be back in a few minutes and besides I have no swimming trunks."

Heather smiled. "That doesn't really matter does it?"

The smile went from his face and he looked at her with puzzlement. "Well, yes it does. I don't think I'd want to be caught naked with my daughter's best friend and I certainly wouldn't want to be naked when my daughter gets back."

"Why not? It's just a body and its not like we'd be doing anything other than swimming is it?" Heather pushed.

He shook his head. "No, I couldn't. It wouldn't be appropriate, so let's just enjoy the summer sun and the surroundings."

Heather wasn't about to be put off so easily. "OK, well Vicky isn't my daughter and it's not like she hasn't seen me naked, so would you mind if I had a swim?"

Suddenly his tone and attitude changed from one of nonchalance to one of great interest. He attempted to hide the eagerness in his voice but couldn't. "No... ,no..., not at all, please be my guest," he stammered, fumbling over his words.

Heather stood up and undid her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. "Damn, I need to take my shoes off first," she commented, as she turned around and started to undo her laces. She was making sure he had a good view of her arse. Her knickers had ridden up between her arse cheeks, offering a view that was mostly flesh and very little material. She bent over pointing her arse in his direction as she slowly undid the laces and pulled the shoes apart to take them off. My dad coughed and cleared his throat, he was so taken aback at how relaxed she was getting undressed in front of a complete stranger. He couldn't take his eyes off her, running them up and down her legs from where her jeans sat to the top of her arse and those two round delicious cheeks that begged to be slapped and kissed.

Heather stood back up and kicked off her shoes. Slowly, she slid the jeans over her feet then, standing upright, she had her back to him while she folded them up and placed them carefully on a tree branch. Next she removed her light cotton top to reveal, from the side, her ample breasts encased in a bra that offered an abundance of cleavage. 

My dad let out a brief moan. "Oh God!" he said quietly.

Heather turned to face him. then reached behind her to her bra clasp and started to undo it. "Sorry?" she enquired, knowing exactly what she was doing.

"Nothing!" he replied in a slightly higher pitched voice than his normal speaking voice. 

Heather undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. Next she hooked her thumbs into her knickers and pulled them down, again bending over as she did so, leaving my dad to imagine what the view would now be like. She looked at him and smiled. "You OK?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks."

She stood, lifted a leg, opening her thighs as she did, so he would get a glimpse of what she was offering, and took off her socks. My dad gulped and let out a long, slow breath as she dropped her socks onto her bra and knickers. Standing in front of him totally naked, she stared at him for a second or two. "Sure I can't convince you to join me?" she asked, as suggestively as she could.

"You have no idea how tempted I am, but I really can't. Vicky will be back in a minute or two and it's not normal to see your father naked."

Heather was determined. "So what about nudist families? You think that's wrong?"

"That's different! They grow up like that. This is... Well it's different isn't it? I mean it's a total surprise."

Heather walked towards him and held out her hand. "Come on. Look, if Vicky is that embarrassed or objects to it, then she can turn her back or something while you get dressed. It's really not as big a thing as you're making out. My dad has seen me naked and it's not like I haven't walked in the bathroom and caught him in the shower. It's the same with Lyndsey; she's been caught naked and caught her father naked from time to time."

He mused on her words for a few seconds. "Fuck it! I guess you're right and it's only a swim isn't it?"

He started to pull off his clothes. Heather turned and walked into the water, a smile on her face at what she'd just achieved. She swam to the middle of the pool and turned to see my dad naked and just getting into the water. She paid particular attention to his cock which seemed to be semi hard. It was a nice thick cock, not too long and not too short, though it did have a bit of growing to do.

Heather swam over towards him. "See, it's not that hard is it?" she quipped, playing with the words and hoping he would pick up on the double meaning. 

Dad looked nervous as Heather approached him. "I guess not," he offered weakly.

Heather swam round him several times, brushing her breasts and legs against his skin. He flinched slightly, but didn't push her away. Heather swam to his front and faced him. "I wonder what I could make hard?" 

Dad reacted and pushed her away. "I'm a married man, Heather! And my daughter will be back any second," he protested.

Heather wasn't about to give up. "So what you're saying then is, if it was just you and me, then you might consider it?"

"No, I wouldn't. I couldn't. It wouldn't be right. I'm married." 

Heather swam to the back of him and wrapped her legs around his thighs. She put a hand on his shoulder and reached around to find his cock was incredibly hard. "That isn't what your cock says," she whispered in his ear, as she began to wank him slowly.

Dad didn't resist her touch, he remained with his arms down by his side, but his hands were on her thighs. "Please don't do this Heather, please. I'm married."

"Shhhhh, it's OK, I won't tell anyone if you won't."

"Heather, please stop. I'm going to cum if you keep doing that," Dad weakly argued, his hands now gripping her thighs. He started to tense and his grip grew tighter as she worked his cock harder and harder. 

"Dad!!!!! What the hell are you doing??" I demanded from the bank of the pool.

He looked over at me. Heather backed off and swam a few feet away from him, throwing me a wink with a huge smile on her face. 

"Vicky!! I..., I..., I...," he stammered, attempting to explain himself but being unable to do so. 

"Mum is not going to be pleased with you," I threatened him, not really intending to carry it out, but knowing just the threat would put him on the back foot. I glanced over at Lyndsey who was trying to stifle her laughter. 

"Vicky, please! Don't tell your mother. I'll do anything," he begged.

"Anything?" 

"Anything!"

"Hmmmm, now what could I possibly want? I have a nice job with a steady income, a nice house, a good lifestyle. The money you gave me when I left home is still in that high interest account, so what could you possibly offer me to keep my mouth shut?"

"I don't know sweetheart, I honestly don't know. Please don't tell your mother."

"I know what he could offer you Vicky," Lyndsey volunteered, "and I'm sure he'd love it."

Dad started to look apprehensive as the suggestion was made. "What can I offer?" he asked.

Heather swam up to him and put her arms around his shoulders and rib cage. "You could offer her that lovely cock of yours," she whispered in his ear, lowering her left hand to feel his cock once again. 

Dad reacted by pushing Heather off and turning to face her. "Are you fucking crazy? That's my daughter."

Heather had come this far and she wasn't about to give up. "She's also a young tight pussy. Fucking her would be no different to fucking me or Lyndsey and a few minutes ago I had your hard cock in my hand. I was wanking you off and you loved it. A hand is a hand, a mouth is a mouth and a pussy is a pussy."

Dad looked shocked by the suggestion, "Not when it's my daughter's!"

While Heather had distracted Dad, Lyndsey and I had taken off our clothes and slipped into the water to join them. I sneaked up behind Dad and decided to take charge of the situation. Lyndsey was close to me as I dived under the water and headed to Dad's cock. Lyndsey approached him and turned him around so that I came face to face with his cock. I took it in my hand and started to wank it slowly. Lyndsey was up close to my dad now and smiling at him. "What a lovely cock you have," she purred, as Heather once again wrapped her arms around him. Dad just stood there not knowing what to do. 

I couldn't hold my breath any longer and popped up out of the water. "Surprise, Dad," I smirked, my hand still on his cock and slowly working it. "I rather like Heather's suggestion which is why I have your cock in my hand." 

Dad tried to recoil. His hand came to mine in an effort to push it away, but there wasn't any real effort made. He grabbed my wrist but allowed me to continue what I was doing. Heather and Lyndsey swam around him to each other and started to kiss. His eyes followed them and his grip on my wrist loosened slightly but, instead of the halfhearted attempt to stop me, he was now encouraging me, moving my hand up and down his cock. 

I couldn't believe it; he was helping me wank him off in the water. His cock felt thick and hard in my hand. It pulsed and twitched as my pace grew a little faster under his direction. "You happy, Daddy?" I asked.

"Oh yes baby, I'm so happy right now. I can't believe this is happening," he replied, as he turned to look at me. He moved a little closer, his right arm coming around and pulling me towards him by my waist. He kissed my cheek then kissed me on the lips. A gentle tender kiss that shouldn't be shared between father and daughter. 

His left hand was still under the water and it let go of my wrist. He ran his hand down my stomach to my hungry pussy, seeking out my clit and massaging it with the tip of his middle finger. I gasped as he gently but firmly massaged my aching swollen clit. I worked his cock a little faster and he started to tense. "I'm gonna cum, Vicky," he moaned.

At this I stopped what I was doing and let go of his cock; I pushed him back a little so there was a step between us then, taking a long deep breath, I plunged under the water. I found his cock with my mouth and greedily took it in. I sucked hard taking it to the back of my throat and swallowed a few times to compress the head. Within seconds, hot spunk was being forced down my throat as I drank down my own father's seed. His hand reached down to the back of my head and he finished his orgasm, fucking my mouth hard holding my head in place by my hair. Stream after stream of hot thick spunk pumped into my mouth and down my throat.

Finally, his cock stopped pumping its seed and he relaxed his grip. I came up above the water and gave my own father a cummy kiss, sharing his seed. He reciprocated, pushing his tongue into my mouth and pulling my body closer to his with his arms. His cock was still hard and seemed eager to please. I wrapped my legs around his waist and guided myself into position. With a thrust he entered me and I started to ride my own father's cock. We kissed and held each other, our bodies pressed together in the water. "Fuck me Daddy, make me cum Daddy," I begged. 

His pace picked up and his cock seemed to grow inside of me. He started to lift me up and down in the water as we fucked and his pubic bone worked its magic on my clit. I came hard, my pussy tightened and my legs gripped his body as my arms pulled him tighter and tighter into me. With a grunt he came again inside of me. I could feel his watery cum filling my eager little hole as his cock swelled and pulsated with each thrust.

Lyndsey and Heather were getting each other off as my father and I relaxed, our orgasms having worn us both out. We released each other and swam towards the pool edge and pulled ourselves out. We lay on our back looking at the bright blue afternoon sky, content with our efforts. 

"Fucking hell Vicky! Where did you learn to fuck like that?" he asked, looking towards me.

I smiled, "I'm not exactly a nun you know. I've been fucking for a few weeks."

Lyndsey and Heather joined us at the side of the pool and lay down. "You know there are three of us," Lyndsey said to Dad with a wry smile on her face. 

"You mean I get to have all of you?" 

She nodded. "Yes, all of us as often as you like."

"Fucking hell! My poor cock hasn't seen this much action in years. Oh well, it's a dirty job but someone has to do it."

"It'd better be a good dirty fuck for us all," Heather told him, "we demand and expect nothing less."

We spent the afternoon fucking and sucking my dad. He must have cum a good 8 or 9 times before we all got dressed and retired to the house to clean up and have dinner. At dinner, Mum asked Dad how his day had been. He almost choked on his steak at the question, but managed to pull it together and said it had been interesting. She turned to Heather and Lyndsey asking them if they enjoyed themselves. They could hardly hold in their laughter and, with giggles, they agreed it had been an interesting afternoon. Then Mum said, which sent us all into fits of laughter: "Oh you'll have to go out and do it again tomorrow then," she suggested in the most off-handed way. 

"Yes Mum, we will won't we," I said giving my dad a wink.

The next day we went back to the waterfall pool and had a lot more fun, despite the overcast day. We told my dad what had gone on the previous weekends and he seemed to approve. So much so, he suggested we each call our respective mothers and ask if our dads can come and do some odd jobs around the house the following weekend. Heather and Lyndsey spoke to their fathers first and asked if they'd like to come over for the weekend and they readily agreed. Then we all asked our mums if we could "borrow Dad for the weekend" and they all agreed. 

The thing is, Heather's dad and Lyndsey's dad didn't know about each other, or that my dad would also be there. We kept it back from them as a surprise as we intended to have three horny cocks to play with all weekend, day and night. Those men would return home as though they hadn't just put up a few shelves but had rebuilt the house. We intended to work them hard.

But that's another story for another time .



Seducing Darius



Chapter One

Joanna finished brushing her dark brown hair and took a good look at her reflection in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Naked, except for the stockings, garter and high 4 inch black pumps, she did a careful appraisal of her body and was mostly happy with what she saw. She always felt her large breasts could be perked up a little, but they looked good in bras and lingerie, and if they were smaller, they wouldn't have that lovely bounce when she walked. She needed to finish dressing and be on her way. This was something she had been dreaming about since she was 16. Uncle Darius, her father's best friend. There was always something about him that made her feel blatantly sensual. 

Ever since that time 6 years ago when he stayed with her while her parents were away. Oh, she had done her best to seduce him, but he hadn't touched her. She knew he looked though, and she had given him plenty to look at. She never wore a bra and wore her tiniest bikini when she was at the pool. Darius painted as a hobby and she didn't hesitate when he asked if she would sit for him. The only disappointing thing about the session was that Darius wanted her to wear clothes. That didn't stop her from displaying a naked hip as she reclined on the couch. Well, she was a big girl now and she was going to go after what she wanted. She wanted Darius.

Joanna put on the black velvet corset and laced it up the front. This was definitely one of those times when her larges tits came in very handy. She bought one that was two cup sizes too small and a touch of her pink nipples peaked out over the top. Surveying herself again, she decided against going without panties. She was already wet and didn't want to be soaked by the time she arrived at his apartment. She put on a black g string and her wrap around skirt. It went to mid calf and had a daring slit that went up to her mid thigh. Long chandelier earrings completed her outfit. She packed up everything put on her trench coat and was ready to check out.

Joanna had called Darius a month ago and asked if she could stay with while she attended New York University. He readily agreed saying he would be happy to see her. The cab pulled up in front of his Central Park West address. She paid the cab driver, grabbed her suitcases and had the doorman announce her arrival. Darius met her at the elevator and gave her a warm hug. He picked up her bags and led her to his penthouse.

"How are you Joanna?" He hugged her again, a little tighter this time.

"I'm fine Uncle Darius. It's so good to see you." Joanna answered him nervously.

"Let me take your coat." She undid the trench and he pulled it from her shoulders, noticing immediately her naked shoulders and her black corset and skirt. She turned and looked at his hooded eyes and heard him suck in a breath.

Darius moved closer and looked directly at Joanna's breasts spilling over her corset, then looked into her eyes.

"Why are you here Joanna?" He put one finger into the cup encasing her breast and gently rubbed the nipple, feeling it tighten instantly. 

She sucked in a breath at the sudden touch.

"I wanted to...I want...I want you."

Darius grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. His mouth plundered hers. Not so gently, he released the breast from its hiding place and took a handful. His tongue dueled with hers; his mouth took in her surprised gasps of air. Suddenly and too soon, he broke the connection. "Is this what you want Joanna? Hand still fisted in her hair pulling her head back, those pale blue eyes bore into hers.

"Yes Darius. She was still breathy. This is... you are what I want."

He let go of her hair and put her throbbing breast back to nestle in the cup of the corset.

"Go over to the piano."

Confused Joanna walked slowly to the piano.

"Now, Joanna, I want you to turn around and lean over the piano. Bend at the waist and rest your body on it.

She did as she was told.

"Spread your legs, just a little."

Again, she did as she was told.

Darius was beside her, pulling her skirt up to the waist. No, no, she thought to herself, this isn't how it's supposed to be.

"You are beautiful Joanna, he murmured in her ear. Just like this, you are so beautiful, but for one thing." She closed her eyes, chest heaving against the cold wood of the grand instrument. Fingers started massaging her folds under her panties. "These have to go." The offending underwear was being pulled down. Darius lifted each foot and tossed the panties aside. "Your ass is far too scrumptious to be hiding it from me." Joanna started to rise from the piano. "No. He pushed her back down. I will tell you when you can get up."

Joanna felt gently hands massaging her ass; she opened her legs wider and tried to stick her butt out to give Darius more access to her dripping pussy. Fingers massaged the folds.

"I love a naked cunt. You must never shave it, but only wax."

Joanna couldn't speak, she could barely breath. Although this wasn't what she had in mind for her and Darius, it was the most erotic experience she had ever been through. She had imagined them entwined in a soft comfortable bed, making slow passionate love, not bent over a piece of furniture.

She felt two fingers enter her easily. Darius unzipped his pants and she felt his cock rubbing up and down the crack of her ass.

"Feel me Joanna, feel how hard you have made me." Pushing her ass into his groin, Joanna gyrated hard against his fingers and teetered on her 4 inch heels. She was desperate to cum.

"Do you feel me Joanna?" He whispered in her ear.

"Yes...Oh God, yes." She ground herself into his groin.

Fingers left her aching pussy and she felt the knob of his cock there instead. Needing to be absolutely full of him, she tried to impale herself on his throbbing dick. He entered her slowly, she almost screamed at the hot deliciousness of him inside her. He filled her, but didn't move. Darius let her do all the work, back and forth, contracting her muscles as if milking him. She felt her ass cheeks being spread apart, the sudden coolness almost made her cum, her movements against him quickened. Darius used fingers to massage her juices up the crack of her ass. His free thumb pushed gently on her puckering brown asshole. Her pussy was all of a sudden empty of him and her ass had been abandoned. Joanna could hear him zipping up his pants. Frustrated and confused, she moaned and gyrated helplessly, but at least felt cool air on her hot cunt and spread her legs wider.

"Please Darius..." she whimpered.

"We're not done Joanna, he growled. We are only starting. You can stand up now."

Slowly she pushed herself up from the piano, her pussy still throbbing and begging for orgasm. She had problems standing on her own. Darius grinned and helped her.

"Darius, she panted. I'm not sure this is..."

"What you had in mind?" He finished for her. Eyes downcast, Joanna nodded.

"I wanted you to make love to me; I wanted to be with you...like that, I want to be in your bed with you holding me."

"I am making love to you Joanna. I assure you. I am worshipping you. Don't ever make a mistake about that."

Gently, Darius took Joanna in his arms and started swaying with her to the music. Holding her close he could feel her body melting into his. He danced with her for a few minutes, helping her relax. Feeling warm and safe in his arms, Joanna had laid her head against his chest, reveling in those butterflies in her stomach from Darius rubbing her ass through the satin, when he pulled away from her.

"You really are a stunning creature Joanna. I always thought so. I need to see more of you."

Before she could answer, Darius grabbed the front of her corset and pulled hard, ripping it from her body. Joanna gasped and made a move to cover her breasts.

He grabbed her hands gently in his. "No, don't...you have beautiful breasts darling, he whispered. You have real woman's breasts, like full melons, ripe...just for me." Before she could answer, Darius had one breast in his mouth and his hand was massaging the other. Joanna almost toppled over on her shoes. She couldn't stop herself, head thrown back in almost ecstasy; with her moans she pushed her breasts to him and held his head to her chest.

He stood back from her again.

"Look at you Joanna, such tits, I love how your woman tits hang. And such a beautiful pussy. 

Joanna looked at him in part horror and part lust. In one swift motion he tore her skirt off her and brought her back into his arms and continued dancing. Joanna thought she would faint if she couldn't have an orgasm. The softness of his shirt against her aching breasts coupled with the roughness of the denim against her naked mound and deft hands not so gently massaging her butt cheeks was almost too much to bare. Her body didn't know whether to push against his hand or his groin with the delicious hard on that she could feel inside. But, still, this was not what she wanted from him, she wanted. She needed him to hold her in his bed. She was supposed to be bringing him to his knees, but she felt almost helpless. Suddenly, she was out of his arms.

"Dance for me Joanna." She stopped moving feeling self conscious. "Don't stop he commanded. "I want to watch you dance. I need to see you move."

Darius sat on the leather couch and watched Joanna as she started to sway, tentatively. 

"I love watching your tits swaying like that Joanna, he whispered. Big and firm, like melons with beautiful berry tips. Play with them for me, I want to watch you. Please Joanna." Again, with tentative movements, Joanna held her breasts and felt pangs of desire shoot between her legs. "Close your eyes Joanna and dance. Feel your breasts, let them swing. Spread your legs and let the air cool your cunt." Joanna did as she was told. As she moved more to the music, she became more aware of her own desires. She almost forgot Darius was in the room.

"Come here to me." He instructed her.

Self conscious again, she stopped, but her heavy breathing continued. She moved slowly and unsurely to the couch. She was not sure if she should grab her clothes and run.

"Sit astride me, I want to feel you."

She did as she was told.

He claimed her mouth with his and his hands were full of her breasts.

"Is this what you want Joanna?" He asked between plundering her mouth and nipping at her neck. His denim covered cock pushed against her vulva. His free hand was moving between her legs. The only way she could answer was to kiss him back. Her hand reached for the throbbing bulge in his jeans. Hands fumbling, she frantically tried to release his cock from its casing. 

He massaged her breasts and commanded her; "Open your eyes and look at me." Sleepy hooded chocolate brown eyes looked deep into his icy blue ones. He pinched her aching nipples; his voice was a whispering growl. "I have dreamed of you like this. I have wanted you for so long Joanna...so long, just like this." Darius abruptly pushed her off his lap and quickly took her over this knee.

"I love your ass like this. You have a woman's ass. It's so beautiful the way the garters and stockings frame it. Spread your legs." She did as she was told. Joanna could feel gentle circles on her buttocks; fingers were expertly moving up and down the crack of her ass, stopping to tease her little puckered hole. She moaned and tried to grind her belly into his groin. "Do you want to stay with me Joanna? Are you going to stay with me?" His voice was almost a hiss.

"Yes." She was almost to the point of ecstasy she could barely get the word out.

"What do you want from me Joanna?"

She was panting now. "I want your cock. I want you in me, on me."

"I won't let you go Joanna. You must know that." His voice was a low growl. His fingers were sliding in and out of her wet tormented pussy. "If you want to leave, this is your chance. Do you want to leave Joanna?"

"No."

"Do you want my cock Joanna?"

"Yes, please Darius. I want your cock." She was almost whimpering.

"Tell me where he breathed, where do you want my cock?"

"In my pussy;" her words were mere breaths, "in my mouth, please Darius."

"I like to play Joanna. Are you going to play with me?"

"Yes..." She panted.

His three fingers were moving in and out of her blazing cunt. Darius slid more of the juices to her little pucker. Slowly, testing her response, he slid one finger into the tiny orifice, watching as it winked at him. Joanna started moaning and bucking, giving herself over the long awaited orgasm.

Darius held her through her pleasure, inserting his finger into her butt hole all the way, slowly rotating. Her body didn't know where to buck, against his hard on, or his finger, so she just moved and gyrated. He watched her ass grinding against him. Joanna moaned and squirmed. Darius kissed her.

"Let's go into the bedroom darling. I want to feel you all over me."

Darius grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. The room was huge. The first thing she noticed was the photographs on the walls. Many photographs were black and white, and most of them were large. Women in various stages of erotic undress, with and without props were everywhere. One whole wall was all windows; the dark pewter coloured drapes were open. The bed was king size, with many pillows of all shapes and sizes at the dark mahogany head board. The rest of the furniture was mahogany too. A tall high boy dresser, impeccable desk and matching chair were opposite the windows. The dark hardwood floors were covered in a Persian rug.

He led her to the bed and turned her, her back to him. He encircled her from behind, massaging her breasts and pushing is erection against her ass. Moaning, she leaned back into his body. He nipped at her ear and kissed the delicious curve in her neck. Joanna thought she would come them and there. The feeling of being naked, with only garters, stockings and heals against a man fully clothed was electrifying. His hand moved from her breast down her stomach. Massaging just above her vagina brought helpless gasps from her lips.

"Get on the bed, my lovely. Joanna went to sit on the bed, "no, on the bed, on all fours, and spread her legs...wide." Not knowing what to make of his commanding tone, she was helpless to do anything other than instructed. The mattress was firm and the brushed cotton cover soft. Darius gently pushed her shoulders down. Her ass was stuck up in the air, with all of her secret places in full few. Darius rubbed her crack and down to her wetness, and back up again. "You are so beautiful. I could stare at you like this forever." She felt him nipping at her ass cheeks as he rubbed at her excitement. 

Without warning, Joanna heard a loud smack, and then felt the warning sting on her backside and Darius immediately began to gently massage the assaulted area. "Feel the warmth Joanna, feel me adoring you." Before she could object, another smack was delivered. Joanna tried to move away, but the pull at her loins was compelling. "Darius...was all she could whisper before another sting blow was delivered right to her feminine lips and immediately replaced with a comforting wet tongue. Joanna moved her hips from side to side, moaning in what was obvious ecstasy. The stinging was replaced with unbelievable warmth that left her wanting to be devoured. She spread her legs wider as her breathing increased and she was about to come. Darius' ministrations abruptly stopped. He rolled her onto her back and lapped at her breasts and gave her nipples little bites. Wanting to be filled with him, Joanna grabbed for his groin. He stopped and turned away from her. Sitting on the edge of the bed with is back to her he gave her another instruction.

"Stand in front of me darling." Out of her mind with frustration and heavy breathing, Joanna complied and stood between his legs. Darius unzipped his fly. "I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock."

Doing as she was told, Joanna kneeled on the floor and pulled his cock from his pants. She licked the tip and took and head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around. Darius pushed himself to the back of her throat, and proceeded to fuck her mouth. Joanna almost gagged but was powerless to stop. She moaned at the thickness of him, licking furiously and trying to swallow all of him. Her hands found his sack and massed his balls. Abruptly, he withdrew from her and tucked his cock back into his pants.

"You suck well my sweet. Get back on the bed. On your back."

Again, Joanna did as she was ordered. Her nipples were rocks at the ends of her breasts, and her cunt was dripping. She arched her back and squirmed, savouring the delicious feel of his eyes on her – desperate for him to fuck her. "Put your knees up and spread your legs, wide." Once she was in position, Darius fucked her with two fingers and roughly pinched her nipples with his free hand. Joanna felt her climax building and bucked against his hand. "Play with your tits.'' His eyes became mere slits as he watched her jiggle against him. "Grab them harder." He ordered. Her breathing became faster. She felt her energy going to her loins. Furiously bucking against his hand she moaned loudly when Darius withdrew his fingers. Her hand automatically went to her cunt and she screamed in ecstasy when she felt his fingers stabbing into her anus. She writhed and moaned as her orgasm escalated. Her asshole grabbed his fingers and fucked madly.

"On your knees," he commanded, withdrawing his fingers yet again.

Breathless and woozy, she complied. "Spread them wider and put your ass in the air."

With no warning, Darius shoved his cock into her vagina and his fingers back into her little hole. Joanna screamed in pleasurable agony. As her orgasm subsided, Darius was still pumping into her, hard. Feeling him about to empty, she pushed back harder and faster on his cock, contracting her weakening muscles and milking him. She felt his body go rigid. Joanna pushed back and clamped on Darius again as he emptied into her.

Darius pulled out of her and lay down, still fully clothed. He pulled Joanna against him and massaged a breast, making her nipple peak again.



Seducing Dawn



For people who read the first incarnation: Welcome. Before you start reading, this is not a new story. Sorry to disappoint you. This is a complete rewrite of the original Seducing Dawn. What is new is several new scenes, a lot more character buildup and a generally better written story. All the stuff from the original is still in here though.

For those who read the brief second incarnation: Again, this is not a new story. This is a second rewrite of chapters 1 and 2 added together with new chapters 3 and 4. Still it's better than what you read before.

For those who've not read this before: Thank you for bothering to read this far. For you, this is a new story. And a very good one at that. So I hope you enjoy it.

This story has been one of the most difficult things I've ever written, so I hope it's been worth it. Thanks go to the Author's Hangout in general for sterling advice, WildSweetOne, Quasimodem and poohlive in particular for helping me through linguistic troubles, the Story Discussion Circle for tearing the original apart and showing me what needed fixing and the people who bothered to give me feedback on the previous incarnations. Hopefully this is everything you wanted it to be and a little bit more.

Feedback is always enjoyed and don't forget to vote. Remember: mine is a fragile ego, so be nice and vote 5 with a nice e-mail saying how much you liked the story. For continuity purposes, this story was originally written between the series where Buffy dies and the new series. So take the characters from there. Congratulations if you've bothered to read this far. The story will begin soon. Honest. Hope you enjoy. The Earl

This story is dedicated to CAE. She knows who she is and why this is for her. Thanks for understanding and more importantly, for not being weird about it. 

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Chapter 1:

Dawn lounged on her on her bed, half-heartedly trying to study. Miss Williams could be really evil if you failed her weekly tests and Dawn had already failed the last two. Her brown hair flopped around her eyes as a look of concentration crossed her elfin features. 

However hard she tried to study though, her mind kept slipping back to what had been happening in her life. Tara and Willow, her legal guardians had had a huge argument a couple of weeks ago, which ended with Tara leaving the house. She'd announced that she would stay with Xander and Anya until they'd sorted things out. 

Willow had been distraught by the breakup and had gone to pieces, unable to cope or function properly without Tara's love. She had been equally incensed and inconsolable about her rejection. By now, she'd recovered slightly, which Dawn was grateful for.

Ever since Buffy, her sister and legal guardian, had died four years ago, Willow and Tara had been Dawn's guardians. Sunnydale Social Services said that Dawn still needed a guardian until she finished high school, even though she was already eighteen. Although they were only six years older than her, they'd almost become second parents to Dawn and she had been grateful to have two people in a steady relationship around her. 

Dawn didn't mind living with Tara and Willow; they'd been friends with her for years. It was also really handy to have two powerful witches around when you're the Vampire Slayer's younger sister. Some Sunnydale night monsters might have a grudge to settle. 

Everyone had been really sympathetic to Dawn, almost as though her parents were divorcing. Dawn wondered whether she could use their separation as an excuse for failing the test: "Please excuse Dawn's poor results, but the lesbian lovers who act as her parents have recently split up and she couldn't concentrate." A smile crossed her lips briefly.

Dawn was worried though. It seemed like every time she got to depend on someone, they left her. Willow and Tara had been the only constant thing in her life for years and she'd built her foundations on the rock of their relationship. She stared at the book, not taking in a single word as she thought.

A knock on the door disturbed Dawn from her reverie. 

"Dawny? S'me. Can I come in?" 

Delighted at the sound of Willow's voice, Dawn put her books to one side. This was an excellent excuse for not studying. "Sure, come in." 

Willow walked in and sank down on the bed. Her red hair was tousled and her face was puffy and red from crying. Dawn smelt the aura of alcohol before Willow even came close. "What is it Will?" she asked. 

Willow collapsed in another bout of drunken sobbing and Dawn leant over to hug her, unsure of what to do. Willow had always been the most composed and together of their household and Dawn didn't know how to help her. She waited while Willow cried on her shoulder and became aware of Willow's hands moving from her back to her sides. Dawn was a little uncomfortable with this, but decided to keep quiet rather than say anything. 

Willow moved her head from Dawn's shoulder and then suddenly darted forwards, kissing her full on the lips. 

Astonished by her friend's bold action, Dawn tumbled back onto the bed. Willow followed her, continuing the kiss and moving on hand to Dawn's small breast. 

Dawn recovered from her shock after a few seconds and pushed Willow away. "Will, what are you doing?" 

Willow fell off the bed, unable to keep her balance from Dawn's slight push. Even through her whisky haze, she was suddenly very aware of her faux pas; she got up and ran out the room, confused and lonely, furious at her rejection, leaving a very bemused Dawn behind her. 

Later that day, Dawn lay in bed, her mind still churning over what had happened earlier that day. Willow had avoided her for the rest of the day and that suited Dawn, as she wasn't quite sure what to say to her. She really couldn't deal with having Willow go to pieces on her; she wouldn't be able to cope if Willow left too.

She rolled over onto her back, tired, but not sleepy. Dawn hated not being able to sleep; it just seemed so pointless. A tingle down between her legs suggested an alternative way to pass the time than tossing and turning. She reached down with one hand and brushed her clit, thrilling in the shiver of pleasure that it evoked. Her arousal built as one hand slid over her lips and she whimpered as... 

"Dawny? Can I come in?" 

Dawn felt the arousal dissipate as Willow knocked at the door. Irritated, she considered feigning sleep, but decided that, as her arousal had gone, she may as well see what Willow wanted. 

"Yeah, come in." 

Willow entered carrying a steaming mug. "I brought you some hot chocolate." Dawn accepted the mug, but didn't say anything. She wasn't going to be bought that easily. 

"Look, Dawny, I'm..." Willow took a deep breath to prepare herself. "I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, I was just so...confused and upset about Tara, you know?" More silence. "Come on, Dawn, I'm really sorry. Don't be mad, huh?" 

Dawn acquiesced and sipped at the chocolate. It had a weird bitter taste, but before she realised, she'd finished the mug. Willow was looking at her in a really strange way and Dawn felt a little weird. There was an odd tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach and it was rising slowly through her body. 

Willow spoke, a strange smile curving across her face. "Get out of bed." Dawn moved without even thinking about it and stood up by the bed in front of Willow. The smile grew wider. "Take off your nightgown." The order was barked and again Dawn obeyed without question. Willow's eyes roved greedily over her naked body and Dawn's nipples began to harden, the skin round them crinkling as they became erect. 

Dawn finally started to wonder what the hell she was doing standing naked in front of Willow, but before she could ask a question, Willow had stepped forwards and kissed her. It was nothing like the drunken grope that Willow had attempted earlier; this was in control and certain of herself. Dawn felt a slow warmth creep through her body, radiating out from her loins. 

Willow stripped off her top, now confident in the spell, leaving her clad only in a black bra, which she instructed Dawn to remove. Dawn did so; her mind whirring as she tried to work out what the hell was going on. This was Willow, her guardian, who she was cheerfully doing this with. And Willow was a girl. Dawn had never had any feelings for girls before, but she certainly wasn't balking as Willow kissed her again. She was suddenly very aware of the creamy perfection of Willow's skin and breathed in the subtle scent of her perfume, which made her even more aroused. 

Willow was delighted with the way her spell was going and her hands began to explore Dawn's waifish body. Her mouth moved to whisper in Dawn's ear, "You're totally under my control. You're mine. Completely mine." 

As she spoke, Dawn realised that it was true; she couldn't resist her. She tried to disengage, but her body wasn't obeying her commands anymore; it was responding to the knowing caresses of Willow's hands. 

Dawn moaned as fingertips brushed over her nipples, sliding over her breasts and down to her stomach. Willow leant forward and murmured in her ear again. "I prefer bigger breasts don't you?" 

As she spoke, Dawn felt her tits begin to throb pleasurably as her skin seemed to tighten. They were growing slowly, becoming heavier and more sensitive by the moment. Willow bent her head to lick and nibble on the base of Dawn's neck, pausing occasionally to breathe on her engorged breasts. 

Dawn was still shocked witless and couldn't seem to gather her thoughts. She moaned again as her tits grew under Willow's intent gaze, her erect nipples bobbing as her breathing got shallower and quicker. 

Willow moved back to kiss her again and Dawn concentrated on the sensations that she was causing. A tongue slipped into her mouth and began to caress hers, sliding backwards and forwards as their lips worked together. Willow's hands were everywhere; running over Dawn's newly enlarged cleavage and round to rub the base of her spine, before moving round to stroke her belly and gently massage the skin there. 

Willow broke the kiss and grinned wickedly. "Come on Dawny, put some enthusiasm into it." Her lips curved as the smile widened and she ordered Dawn onto the bed. 

Willow removed her skirt and panties as Dawn lay watching her. The clothes landed in a pile at her feet. Stepping over them, Willow walked to the bed, straddled her, then ground her hips into the younger girl all in one fluid movement. Dawn gasped as Willow's shaven pussy rubbed against her own, and her hands caressed the firm muscles of her belly. 

Willow suddenly pulled Dawn's head up into her cleavage and it seemed natural to suck at her nipple. Dawn couldn't believe what she was doing, but while part of her was shocked, another part thrilled in hearing Willow moan at her actions. 

After a minute, Willow pushed her back onto the bed and started to stroke the underside of her breasts with her tongue, licking the folds at the base of Dawn's impressive new tits. Dawn was gasping and groaning with every touch now. Her skin felt as though it was on fire and her clit was throbbing as Willow ran her hands up and down her thighs, moving from the outside to the inside and going further up Dawn's leg each time. 

Willow slid her head down Dawn's body and started licking and sucking her thighs, moving all around the area, without ever pausing on her pussy. The sensations were driving Dawn wild; any inhibitions vanishing as she willed her friend to touch her. Willow's circling slowed and she gradually homed in with her lips and tongue. Dawn yelped as she made contact; her clitoris was so sensitive that it was almost painful. Willow moved softly and gently, using her expert tongue to drive her to the peak of ecstasy. Dawn felt lips graze her quim and a tongue flickered between the folds of her pussy. Willow's hot breath between her legs was almost as exciting as her actual touch. Willow's touches were soft, but telling and Dawn began to whimper as an orgasm rushed through her veins like wildfire, burning away all of her senses in a wave of pleasure. 

Willow got up and sat at the end of the bed, her legs splayed. Dawn struggled to prop herself up to see, but she was still weak from the incredible orgasm she'd just experienced. Willow looked at her with an enticing smile and continued to play with herself. 

Suddenly her eyes closed and she began to intone Latin, her fingers fluttering over her groin as a red mist rose from her hands and was absorbed into her loins. Her eyes flashed open and Dawn could see her pupils widen to envelop her eyes as the magic took effect and the mist coalesced into the shape of a penis, settling on her, forming an impressive new organ in the place of her pussy. 

She grinned at Dawn and moved across to kiss her. Dawn was freaking out now; Willow's transformation was the icing on a very confusing cake and she tried to fight against the redhead's embrace, but was stalled by Willow whispering in her ear again. 

"Don't struggle Dawny, you know it won't make a difference." Dawn's fright escalated as she realised that her body was under Willow's control and the witch could do anything she wanted. Her new prick pushed against the younger girl's stomach as Dawn's legs moved of their own volition to wrap themselves around Willow's hips. 

There was a sudden stabbing pain as Willow pulled away and then pushed in, breaking Dawn's virginity. It felt huge and painful and Dawn wasn't enjoying it anymore. She started to plead for Willow to stop, but was cut off again by Willow whispering in her ear. 

"You're getting horny Dawn, you're getting so aroused. You like having me inside you, don't you?" 

Her murmuring was almost hypnotic and as she spoke, Dawn felt her pussy tighten around the cock and her nipples become erect again. The throbbing in her clit started up again, escalating as Willow started to move. The suffusion of pleasure overran Dawn's senses and the friction built as she bucked her hips, insensible to any earlier misgivings. Willow's hand roved over her hips and thighs, her mouth still murmuring by Dawn's ear, talking dirty to her. Dawn responded to her whispers, moving faster as she was fucked for the first time, driven to ecstasy on her friend's words. 

Willow put both hands on Dawn's stomach, her massaging creating a delicious heat. "Do you know how sexy you look? You're getting so horny, so aroused by me. You love getting pleasured by me, don't you? Answer me!" 

Dawn mustered enough strength to groan, "Yes" as the hands moved further south. She moaned, then screamed as fingers found her engorged clit, each word increasing her pleasure as her best friend made love to her. 

"Oh yes, Willow, yes, yes, yes. Oh God, ohhh yes, Willow, please, pleeease." As she begged, Willow began to speed up; long languid strokes turning into frenzied thrusting. Dawn's orgasm started to build and she felt a scream growing inside of her as every sensation on her body became more intense. She felt Willow tense up inside her and she began to howl as her orgasm racked her body. 

"Oh my God." Tara looked absolutely stunned. She had walked in the door just as they'd finished and was staring at them in astonishment, dumbstruck by the scene in front of her. 

"Tara! What are you doing here?" Willow grabbed the sheet and threw it over Dawn as if to hide what Tara had already seen. 

"I came back to get some stuff." Tara's hand was over her mouth and she looked slightly sick. "Oh God," she repeated, surveying the scene again. 

Willow got off the bed and retrieved her bra from where she had flung it. Dawn propped herself up on her elbows to see her retrieve something from one of the cups. There was a sudden flash and Dawn shielded her eyes, flopping back down on the bed again. Willow walked over and brushed a sprig of herbs against her face. 

"Lethe's Bramble. Very effective for memory spells. I think there's just enough for you too. Wouldn't want you reminding Tara of what you've just forgotten now would we?" 

There was another flash, then darkness.

Chapter 2:

"Beeeep, Beep, Beeeep!" 

The alarm clock pealed loudly, blasting Dawn awake. She slapped a hand down on the off switch and was halfway to the shower before she groggily realised that today was Sunday and the alarm-clock shouldn't be going off at all. She must've absent-mindedly switched it on last night. Dawn tried to think back, but only came up with a fuzzy blur. 

She shivered, suddenly aware of the cold as her senses reluctantly came alive and she realised that she was naked. 

"How random," she said aloud. She didn't usually sleep naked. 

Dawn decided to continue to the bathroom; she was awake now, so she might as well get up. 

As she came out of the shower, Dawn heard raised voices. That was strange too; she couldn't remember the last time Willow and Tara had an argument. Slipping on a T-shirt and shorts, Dawn crept downstairs to listen. 

"Why won't you just listen to me?" 

Dawn had opened the kitchen door a crack and could see Willow leaning back against the counter. Tara moved in and out of her limited view, pacing the floor. Dawn had never seen Tara look this disturbed: her shoulder-length ash-blonde hair was dishevelled and her shirt was creased, as though she'd slept in her clothes. Tara's voice was huskier than usual and she sounded like she'd been crying.

"There's nothing to be worried about. I know what I'm doing." 

"I'm not sure that you do. You'll think that you've got it all under control until it's gone way too far. You're using too much magic." 

"It's no big deal, okay? I can handle it." 

Tara's voice took on a pleading note as she finally paused in her pacing to face Willow. "Come on baby please, just give it up for one week, one week, what does that matter, huh? I'm worried about you; the magic's changing you. You're changing the world to suit yourself. You just need to slow down for a bit okay? Please?" 

"I don't need to slow down; I'll be okay. It doesn't matter how much magic I use." 

"Like my memory doesn't matter to you?" 

Willow reacted as if she'd been slapped, a red flush entering her face. Tara continued, her voice getting louder with the confirmation she sought. "I knew it. You used that spell on me!" 

Willow finally regained enough composure to make a belated denial. "What spell?" 

"The memory one. I only have a vague recollection of the last two weeks, like I was drunk all the time. I know what you did and I won't let you mess with my mind anymore." Tara was screaming now and tears were streaming down her face. "Why are you doing this? What is it that you won't let me remember?" 

"It's nothing. Honey, clam down." Willow looked as though she couldn't believe how angry Tara was. She stretched out a comforting hand to Tara's shoulder, but it was slapped away within a second. 

"It is NOT nothing. You are messing with my memory to suit yourself and I am not going to stay here long enough for you to make me forget this." 

The back door slammed as Tara stormed out. Dawn attempted to creep away, wondering what that was all about, trying not to give away that she'd been eavesdropping. A loud "thunk" as she knocked over the hall table signified that she'd failed. 

"Dawny? Is that you?" 

Dawn decided that the best tactic was to pretend she hadn't heard anything and walked into the kitchen. "Yeah it's me Will. Anything for breakfast?" 

"Pancakes." At a gesture, a bowl of pancake mixture appeared by her elbow. "Want some?" 

Dawn nodded eagerly and Willow started making them. "So I guess you heard us just then?" 

Dawn thought of saying no, but was intrigued to see if she'd get an explanation. Normally, Willow and Tara treated her like a kid and tried to pretend they weren't fighting in front of her. "Yeah. Are you two okay?" 




Seducing Dawn



Willow placed the pancake down in front of Dawn. It was burnt, but Dawn bit into it anyway to be polite. "Tara doesn't want to accept who I am. So I guess I'll have to get along without her." 

This enigmatic statement confused Dawn, but she was prevented from asking for more details by a strange tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach. 

Willow turned to her and grinned, a flash of wickedness in her green eyes. "Hey Dawny, come with me." 

Dawn found herself obeying Willow's command before she realised it and followed the redhead up the stairs. She was suffering a severe case of déjà vu, but seemed powerless to disobey Willow. Her mind felt numb, like a dead limb, and she couldn't seem to think properly. 

They turned into Willow and Tara's bedroom, Dawn still trailing dumbly behind. The cold wooden floor was a shock to her bare feet, but Dawn experienced it only distantly. Willow suddenly turned, pushing Dawn against the wall and sliding her tongue between the younger girl's lips, exploring the inside of her mouth. 

The kiss shattered what little composure Dawn had left, destroying her concentration. Willow pulled away and stared into her eyes for a second before sniggering mischievously. 

"Awww, come on Dawny, relax. This'll be fun." 

Willow made an arcane hand gesture and Dawn was forced back onto the bed. As she struggled to rise, manacles appeared, clamping around her wrists and ankles, securing her to the bed. Willow straddled her and began to run her hands through Dawn's hair. 

"You know, blonde would look really good on you." 

She brought a lock in front of her captive's eyes to show her the slow change from mousy brunette to dusky ash-blonde. 

Dawn felt a sudden yearning to escape her constricting clothes. Everywhere Willow touched felt like fire and Dawn could feel an animal need building up inside her. 

Willow observed this with an amused smile. She slowly began to undo Dawn's blouse, taking an agonisingly long time over every button. She peeled it off and suddenly ripped away Dawn's skirt with a grunt of effort, leaving her clad in only her bra and panties. 

Dawn's sanity finally broke through into her mind, asking why the hell she was so placid about being handcuffed to the bed in front of a very powerful witch. She suddenly became aware of just how powerless she was. There was little to stop Willow from taking whatever she wanted. 

Willow sat back on the bed and just watched Dawn for a second. She looked like a plumber appraising how to fix broken pipes. "You're pretty, but you're just not what I'm looking for in a girl. You don't look anything like her at the moment. We'll have to make some changes." 

Willow made another gesture with her hand and Dawn felt a weird throbbing all over her body. Her breasts began to swell and strain the constraints of her bra, ripping the catches as the shape of her body changed. Her hips broadened and Dawn could feel herself shrinking a couple of inches. She screamed as the magic altered her waiflike body and fainted away. 

When Dawn reawakened, Willow was still sitting on the end of the bed staring at her. She didn't appear to have moved. 

Dawn found her voice. "Willow…" She stopped puzzled. It seemed a lot lower than usual. She tried again, trying to force it to its usual piping treble. "Willow, let me go." 

Willow didn't reply. She didn't even move, just stayed watching her. Dawn had a sudden vision of them staying like this forever. She pulled against the chains in a vain hope of breaking free. 

Willow suddenly jerked forward and Dawn shot backwards, shrinking back onto the bed. A smirk spread across the redhead's face at the reaction of her captive. Her hands slid forwards to glide over Dawn's breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, pulling, squeezing and gently kneading them to spread a fire of arousal throughout Dawn's body. She leant forwards and wrapped her lips around a nipple as her hands slid down her captive's body. Dawn gasped as hands brushed across her stomach, hips and thighs, every touch a sensory bolt of lightning. Her body responded against her will, her fear overcome by the sensations she was experiencing. 

Willow moved down her captive's body and began to apply herself to Dawn's pussy. Her lips grazed Dawn's inner thighs as her fingers slowly entered and played expertly with the younger girl. Her tongue licked Dawn's folds as her fingers curled upwards and pressed firmly. 

The pleasure arced through Dawn's body like electricity. All her cares and worries were forgotten now, as she arched her back, pulling against the restraints for a different reason. Willow nibbled and sucked at the skin around Dawn's clit, gently mashing her lips into the hood and applying herself to it from both sides. Dawn's lips fluttered and blood rushed to her face as her skin burned, the feelings building up inside her, stretching her consciousness until she couldn't contain it any longer. A long, drawn out moan escaped her lips as her orgasm swept her up in a tsunami of ecstasy. 

Willow's lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk and she got off the bed and walked to a small table in the corner of the room. She started to pick up some herbs, talking as she sorted the sprigs. Dawn attempted to sit up to watch her, but the manacles tightened, clamping her more firmly to the bed. 

"She doesn't want me anymore. Well that's just fine. We don't need her either, do we Dawny? 

"Will…" 

"SHUT UP!" Willow was almost in ears as she stormed across the room to scream in Dawn's face. She regained her composure and walked to the centre of the room. "Just shut up okay? I know what I'm doing." She pulled a piece of chalk from a pocket and drew a pentagram on the floor. 

"I don't need her either. That bitch rejected me. But I know what I'm doing." Dawn watched almost mesmerised as Willow stalked from one side of the room to the other, pacing the ground. As she reached the table, she was overcome by emotion and suddenly overturned it in a fit of pique. Dawn flinched as it clattered down. 

"That bitch rejected ME! But I don't need her anymore. I've got you." 

"Will, come on…" Dawn attempted to calm her captor, slightly worried by what she was saying. 

"SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" There was a loud smash as a bolt of power shattered a small vase on the bedside table and Dawn recoiled. Willow was obviously not at home to callers at the moment and Dawn realised that there was nothing that she could do. She didn't want to anger her captor further and decided to keep quiet. 

Willow dried her tears and sat down cross-legged inside the pentagram. "I don't need her. You'll be just as good. I'll make you love me and then we can be together. Now be a good girl and don't interrupt." With a gesture of her hand, Dawn's mouth clamped firmly shut and she was unable to add to the conversation. 

Willow started to burn the herbs and she chanted Latin. Her pupils grew huge to envelop her eyes and a red mist rose from her hands, surrounding her in a cyclone. A wind rushed around the room, scattering papers and slamming the door shut. The archaic words reverberated in Dawn's head and she could feel her mind shifting under the force of the spell, her emotions skewed by the powerful magics. 

"Willow, what the hell are you doing?" Tara stood in the doorway, wind whipping at her hair, aghast at the scene that confronted her. 

Willow turned her head sharply to look at the intruder and tried desperately to rescue her spell from the seven words that had interrupted it. There was a terrible shrieking sound as the mist dissipated and Willow screamed as the brilliant light erupting from the pentagram consumed her. Dawn closed her eyes reflexively against the light and when she opened them, there was no pentagram, there were no herbs and there was no Willow. 

Tara stood in shock in the doorway for a second and then collapsed on the floor, sobbing her heart out for her former lover. Dawn stared momentarily and then passed out, emotionally and physically drained. 

When Dawn woke, she was in her own bed. Tara was sitting in a chair watching her. 

"How do you feel?" 

Dawn struggled to find her voice. When it came out, she almost wasn't expecting her normal piping tones. "Okay I guess. What happened?" 

"Willow was making a very powerful spell to force you to love her. I wrecked it when I came in. She'd…she'd practically turned you into me." Tara sounded as though she didn't want to believe herself.

Dawn grabbed a lock of hair to see what colour it was. She was a brunette again. Tara spoke to reassure her, "Don't worry, I changed everything back. It's okay now." 

"What happened to Willow?" 

Tara's lip quivered and her voice nearly cracked as she spoke. "I don't know. When the spell collapsed, it took her with it. I think she's been transported. I don't know where to." 

Dawn's eyes brimmed with tears and one spilled down her cheek. "Why did she do this?" 

Tara reached out a hand to touch Dawn's cheek. "I don't know. The magic changed her, it wasn't her fault." She cupped her hand round Dawn's cheek as more tears spilled. "Hey, come on honey, it's alright, don't cry." Dawn put her hand on Tara's. As they touched, a brief crackle of something flashed between them, a sudden surge of emotion so intense that it was almost painful. Dawn's crying quieted and they stared into each other's eyes for a second, before Tara pulled her hand away, slightly embarrassed at what had passed between them. 

"I'll just go and…you know, I've got to…I've got to go." Tara stuttered her way out and ended up almost fleeing the room. Dawn lay back on her bed, confused at the indescribable feeling she'd just had.

Chapter 3:

Dawn woke rather groggily to the tune of her buzzing alarm. The first seconds of consciousness were spent grasping for the off switch and trying to extract what date it was from her recalcitrant memory. She didn't want to be up this early if it wasn't a school day.

Then the amnesia faded and she remembered what had happened the day before. Dawn shuddered as memory dawned. Every returning detail brought a new emotion: regret, guilt, pain, anger, sadness and finally a strange sense of loneliness, almost as though a part of was missing. The hole inside her didn't seem to revolve around Willow though.

Suddenly the details overwhelmed Dawn and she bolted for the bathroom as a wave of nausea washed over her.

Tara was sitting in the kitchen, crying. She'd thought she was coping fairly well, until she found a Polaroid of her and Willow lying abandoned on a shelf. It was just a stupid picture of them hugging, but it had been enough to collapse all the mental barriers she'd set up against the day before.

She felt so numb, emotionally detached from what had happened and what she'd lost. She had felt guilty for not being able to grieve, her mind blocked by something. Now this sucker punch had split open her defences, unexpectedly landing.

She heard Dawn moving around upstairs and made an attempt to make it look as though she hadn't been crying. For some reason she didn't want to look vulnerable in front of Dawn.

Dawn stood in front of the mirror, laboriously putting on her makeup. She'd applied her eyeshadow twice already and then wiped it off again because she didn't think it was good enough.

She didn't usually wear makeup unless she was going out or going to school, neither of which she was planning to do today. If anything deserved a day off school, yesterday did.

There was a strange yearning to look good for Tara today though. She'd spent ages choosing and then rejecting outfits, before deciding on something to wear. She didn't spend this much trouble on choosing what to wear for dates, let alone slumming round the house.

Still not really sure why she was trying to impress Tara, Dawn walked downstairs to be greeted by the fire alarm.

Tara was dragged out of her reverie by the harsh screeching of the fire alarm. The frying pan behind her was blazing merrily; she didn't even remember putting it on. Panic seized her mind and she reflexively grabbed at the pan handle. Pain coursed through her and she screamed, jerking her hand away from the pan.

Dawn ran in, sick with worry that something had hurt Tara. She grabbed hold of the sugar bowl, tipping its contents over the flames. The smell of caramelised sugar filled the room as the flames were extinguished.

Tara fell to her knees, nursing her hand. Tears fell from her eyes again, all thoughts wiped out by the throbbing from her hand that was setting her nerves on fire.

When the pain subsided, she looked at her hand. It was red, but not seriously burned. She looked up to see Dawn proffering a wet teatowel.

"Wrap this around it. It'll help reduce the swelling."

Tara did so, wincing at the initial contact. "Thanks Dawny." The pain receded and she noticed what Dawn was wearing. She'd never seen her in a miniskirt before and Tara couldn't resist checking out the brunette's slender legs. She shook her head, wondering what the hell she was doing. Another shaft of pain brought tears to her eyes and she gripped the teatowel fiercely.

The sight of Tara's tears was devastating to Dawn and she knelt down beside her guardian to hug her. As they made contact, a sudden flash of something shot between them, like a bolt of lightning snapping though both their bodies.

Both girls started slightly and Tara rocked back, unbalanced by the movement. Her hand moved instinctively to the ground to steady herself and she bit her lip to prevent from crying out. Dawn moved a hand to her shoulder to support her and the touch caused another surge of emotion to crackle between them.

Dawn jerked her hand away as if she'd been stung. Instantly she regretted the impulse. What if Tara hadn't felt that? Now she just looked rude and unfriendly. She made her very fumbled excuses and stumbled abruptly out of the room, embarrassed and confused by the emotions racking her.

Tara's conflicting emotions were blanking out the pain. Why did Dawn leave so suddenly? Didn't she like her anymore? The questions filled her mind and the strange fear of losing Dawn increased.

Still a little wired from what had passed between her and Dawn, Tara spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house. She just wanted to make things nice for Dawn.

Her thoughts dwelt on the eighteen year old. Tara and Willow had been awarded guardianship of Dawn after Buffy died, mostly on the strength of their relationship and she wasn't whether she'd be allowed to look after Dawn now that she was on her own. Tara felt an ice-shard of terror strike into her heart at the thought of anyone taking Dawn away from her.

She suddenly stopped what she was doing, wondering why her thoughts were going this way. Willow was gone, her girlfriend of the last three years and all she could think about was custody of Dawn? Something was wrong here.

She often used crying to relieve herself of a mental burden by letting it overwhelm her for a second, but when she'd cried this morning, it was almost like she was cleansing her mind of Willow. All she could feel for her former girlfriend now was sad fondness.

She'd woken up feeling like there was a large piece of her missing, but over the morning, it felt like her psyche had self-repaired. She still felt lonely, slightly empty, but it wasn't for loss of Willow, only for lack of Dawn.

Struck by a sudden thought, Tara wondered exactly what spell Willow had been casting. She reached up with one hand to the top shelf where Willow kept her magic books. As her fingers felt the spines for the correct book, a strange tingling feeling crept across her skin and the air pressure in the room seemed to increase. Tara pulled back her hand, spooked, but the strange feeling grew, making the air closer.

There was a flash of brilliant light and Tara doubled up as every molecule of air left her body. It felt like she'd been punched in the stomach. Another flare of light struck her and she flew across the room. Her head cracked back against the wall, igniting fireworks behind her eyes. Then there was darkness.

Dawn was in her bedroom, her mind racing along ever more frenetic tracks as she lounged on her bed, absent-mindedly tossing a soft toy between her hands.

What if she'd offended Tara by leaving so suddenly? Maybe it was even ruder to have locked herself in her room for the entire morning. Maybe Tara still needed time to calm down and if Dawn came out, she'd be angry again. Or maybe Tara wasn't angry in the first place and Dawn was wasting valuable time alone.

It was this last thought that decided her. Tara was obviously going to leave now that Willow was gone; everyone always left her. Willow and Tara had been the only constants in her life and Dawn had no doubt that now one of them had left the other would soon follow. It was the way life worked: people left. If Tara was going to leave, then Dawn wanted to spend as much time as she could with her.

She swung her legs off the bed and opened her bedroom door. Instantly a smell of ozone and burning assaulted her nose. Dawn's stomach hitched and she battled to control her nausea. Her first thought was that something else had happened to Tara and she ran, her entire soul seized by panic.

Sounds in the darkness. What were they? She felt like she was at the bottom of a deep pool, trying to struggle to the surface.

…igodtehr…

Somehow, she knew that she should recognise them.

…tehraomigod…

She knew those sounds. Concentrate.

…tehra…tehra…tehra…

Suddenly the sounds fused into words and her vision flared into life. Dawn was leaning over her, repeating her name over and over.

Tara struggled to speak, her mouth incredibly dry. "Dawny, I'm okay."

Dawn didn't seem to hear. She just kept repeating her mantra, barely checked terror visible behind her eyes. Tara tried again. "Dawn, I'm okay. It's okay."

Dawn paused for a second, then threw herself forwards and wrapping her arms around Tara's neck. When she spoke again, her voice was slightly less panicky, but choked with tears. "I thought…I thought you were…" Words failed her as she gulped back her tears. "Oh God Tara what would I do without you?"

Tara winced as Dawn's hug tightened and she pulled back slightly. Dawn knelt in front of Tara, her face the very picture of fear and pain, eyes red rimmed with tears. Making a snap decision, she darted forward, pressing her lips to Tara's.

It was brief and clumsy, Dawn's inexperience showing clearly, but it was the most erotic experience of Tara's life. Her hand reached out automatically and coursed Dawn's hips, feeling the warmth underneath the clothes as their lips met again.

When they parted, reality intervened again. Dawn stood up, uncertain and confused. "I should…I've gotta go." She fled. Tara stared after her, feelings tumbling over one another.

Chapter 4:

Two hours later Dawn was still in her room. It had become something of a sanctum from Tara. On one hand, she wanted to spend time with her so much it hurt. On the other, she didn't think she could spend five minutes with Tara at the moment without either look like a fool or hurting the older girl's feelings. She hoped against hope that if she stayed in her room for long enough, then these strange feelings would go away and she could have a conversation with Tara without blushing furiously. Her only plan was to stay away from Tara until that happened.

A loud thudding on the door signified that her plan wasn't working well. She opened it and Tara burst in, bouncing off the walls with excitement.

"I've done it!" she said triumphantly.

"Done what?"

"I know what's going on."

"Care to share?"

"It's that spell. All Willow's fault. Cause I interrupted, you know?" Tara was pacing up and down, barely keeping her excitement in check. Dawn's eyes were constantly drawn to the way Tara's triangle of cleavage bounced as she paced. She checked herself, not wanting to be caught leering.




Seducing Dawn



Tara continued. "It's all because of the way it ended. The magic got confused." She adjusted her jumper, accidentally giving Dawn a larger triangle.

Dawn interrupted before Tara could continue her monologue. "I don't understand. What's going on?"

Tara stopped and stared, as if astounded at how someone could not understand what she was talking about.

"I found Will's spell. She was making a powerful love spell to force you to love her. But I broke it when I came in." Tara paused, blushing, the facade of confidence faltering slightly.

"I think it did something to us. When it broke, I mean. I feel weird and I'm feeling things that…you know, I'm not quite sure, but…I don't really know how…"

Dawn reached forward, entranced by Tara's agitation. Her hand touched Tara's cheek, lightly grazing the skin.

Tara jerked away at the sudden spark of emotion that leapt between them. Dawn extended her hand further, drawing Tara's head towards her to kiss.

They connected. Tara felt as though the holes in her were being filled simply by Dawn's presence. Her hands sought the younger girl's hair, running through it and enjoying its silkiness.

They broke for a second and looked into each other's eyes, affirming their desire for each other. Then Tara grabbed Dawn's hand leading her to the living room, where they collapsed on the rug in an ungainly tangle of limbs.

Dawn pulled at the buttons of her blouse to reveal her lacy bra, a cute remnant of her childishness in an adult situation. Tara reached, caressing and cupping Dawn's breasts through the thin material, before slipping a hand inside one of the cups. Her thumb traced the outline of the younger girl's puffy aureolae and Dawn moaned, her entire body thrilling.

Tara slipped the bra from Dawn's shoulders and removed it, baring the young girl's breasts to the air. Dawn could feel the skin around her nipples crinkling as her nipples hardened under Tara's intense scrutiny.

Tara could feel herself getting wet just from staring at Dawn. She'd never thought of the younger girl as anything, but a child before and was surprised by how startlingly beautiful she was. As she pulled her jumper over her head, Tara wondered if Dawn had had sex before Willow… She decided not to think. Everything so far had worked on emotion rather than thought.

She smiled, suddenly noticing the effect that her breasts were having on Dawn. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra.

Dawn goggled. Tara usually wore thick jumpers which disguised her cleavage. Dawn suddenly felt slightly immature with her small breasts, girlish frame and sexual inexperience. Her confidence evaporated without trace.

Tara moved to kiss her. Dawn turned her head, suddenly uncertain. "I don't know how to do this."

Tara took her hand, guiding it to her chest. "It's okay Dawny, just try it. It'll come." Dawn cupped Tara's breast, hesitantly at first, but with increasing confidence. It felt natural and easy. Tara shuddered as Dawn's thumb grazed her hardened nipple and reached out to stroke Dawn's skin.

Dawn's skin was on fire and only Tara's hands could soothe it. She felt like she needed to be touched everywhere at once. As the older girl's expert fingers traced across her flat of her belly, Dawn removed her skirt to bare more flesh to her hands. Tara's hands slid down to Dawn's hips, tugging on her tights to roll them down, her palms caressing every inch of skin on the way down.

Tara tossed away Dawn's tights, leaving her clad only in a pair of lacy panties. Her hand crept to Dawn's foot, drawing little circles on the instep as she looked over the younger girl's body. Dawn lay back and Tara watched her hard nipples bob as she breathed. Tara's hand slid further up Dawn's legs, curving and caressing over her partner's calf, before sliding up under the knee and onto the thigh. Dawn's breathing got a little faster.

Tara moved further up Dawn's body, her hand now drawing little figure-of-eights on her inner thigh, her eyes fixed on Dawn's face, drinking in her reactions. She moved it a little higher, brushing the cotton panties, then stroking a finger across them.

Dawn was biting her lip now, delicious excitement welling up inside her, as Tara's brief touches became more lingering. Tara's hand slid again over the smooth cotton, before pulling at the waistband and sliding inside Dawn's panties.

As her friend's hand finally made unobstructed contact with her clit, Dawn yelped. The sound burst from her mouth involuntarily as the wave of sensation covered her. Tara slid one finger inside Dawn's sopping pussy, enjoying the look on Dawn's face before pulling away her panties and kneeling down between the younger girl's legs.

A low moan escaped from Dawn as Tara began to lick her, her tongue making slow languorous movements across her quim, working from the outside of her pussy inwards. The feelings were electric, so intense that it seemed impossible for her body to contain such emotion. Dawn could feel her entire body throbbing with heat that rushed through her with every one of Tara's rhythmical movements, building to a peak, then flowing away, like waves trying to swamp the rock of her self-control. Suddenly the peak jumped higher and Dawn's entire body convulsed, shaking with the force of her pleasure, every part of her racked with excruciating pleasure.

Dawn lay there for second, listening to her slowing breathing, her face still flushed from her orgasm. Tara got up and went to sit on the sofa, leaving Dawn to bask in her post-orgasm glow. The cool leather against her skin reminded her of when she and Willow used to collapse naked on the sofa and just spend the night together, just holding each other. Her hand played absently over the livid bruise in her side. She could feel no love for Willow now, only regret.

Dawn sat up and wriggled over to the sofa. She rested her head on Tara's thigh and looked up at her lover. She wanted to make Tara feel as she'd made her feel a minute ago, but wasn't sure how to do it.

Tara looked down at her. "Do you want to do anything more?"

"I don't know how." Dawn struggled for words. "I just don't want to make a mess of it, that's all."

Tara undid the tie on her trousers and slid out of them. She joined Dawn on the floor. "Dawny, just do what you think feels right. You won't make a mess of it."

Hesitantly, Dawn moved her hand onto Tara's breast. It felt strange to be touching someone she knew so well in such an intimate way. Her confidence grew and she squeezed it gently, encouraged by Tara's moan of approval. Tara's nipple hardened against her palm and Dawn moved her hand so her thumb could circle round the aureola.

Dawn's confidence grew and she ventured further south to Tara's panties. Somehow, the small slip of cotton that concealed her nudity made the older girl more arousing, the stark white contrasting against her flushed skin. Dawn could feel herself getting moist as she removed Tara's last piece of clothing and was slightly surprised to discover Tara was wet as well. She dragged a finger across her friend's pussy, eliciting a whimper of approval from the older girl. Dawn bit her lip as she grinned, her body thrilling with the thought that she was pleasing Tara. She ran her finger over the outer lips again, just to see the older girl's reaction.

Tara closed her eyes, shuddering. She wanted to be touched so much, but Dawn's hesitancy was delivering a frustration that simply built her lust higher. Words spilled out of her mouth, begging Dawn to touch her, pleading with her, her hips arching to try and force the younger girl to make a firmer contact.

Dawn was overwhelmed by Tara's intensity, her body surging with every pleading word as she realised that Tara needed her. As she placed her head in her friend's lap, Dawn tried to remember what Tara had done to her. Within seconds she realised that even her inexperienced tongue was driving Tara to the brink of ecstasy. Every touch was accompanied by bucking hips trying to push more pussy into her mouth and an endless string of pleas, punctuated by wordless cries of pleasure. Tara's legs were wrapped round her head now, enveloping Dawn in soft warm flesh as she revelled in the older girl's pleasure.

Tara could feel her body rocking on the edge of orgasm, Dawn's inexpert tongue quickly finding out how to please her. The pleasure racked her, nearly drowning her consciousness in a sea of ecstasy. She arched her back, another groan of pleasure escaping as she collapsed over the edge, her entire body shuddering with the force of her rapture.

Dawn emerged from between Tara's legs slightly damper than when she went in, shaken by the power of the orgasm she'd induced. Tara stood up, uninhibited about her nakedness, and sashayed up the stairs, promising to 'be right back.' Dawn sat back against the sofa, her knees to her chest. She was still finding it a little weird to see Tara as anything more than a friend.

When Tara came downstairs, she was brandishing a harness, a dildo and a wicked grin. Dawn's mind suddenly filled with a vision of Willow sitting on the foot of the bed; a red mist flowing from her hands into her loins…

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Dawn's sudden collapse back onto the rug scared Tara and she dropped the toys to run over to her lover. "Sweetie? Is this too weird? It's too weird isn't it? I knew it'd be too weird."

Dawn opened her eyes, trying to throw off the surge of faintness that threatened to overwhelm her. "No, no, it's okay. It's just a little déjà vu."

Tara looked doubtful. "You sure? Cause we don't have to do this if you don't want…"

"Positive." Tara still looked worried, lines of consternation creasing her brow so Dawn sat up, kissing her softly on the lips, trying to assuage her doubts. "I'm sure."

A shadow of the previous grin returned to Tara's face and she fumbled with the buckle to strap the harness around herself. She knelt down on the rug in front of Dawn and they kissed, two souls joining together to complete each other. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, hands caressing each other's skin, the other's presence eradicating the outside world.

Tara placed one hand on Dawn's hips and one on the dildo. "You ready sweetie?"

Dawn nodded and lifted onto it. She gasped as Tara guided it into her. It felt so large, filling and stretching her young pussy in ways she couldn't imagine. It felt strange having something inside her, but it was definitely pleasurable. Dawn wrapped her legs around Tara's waist as the older girl began to buck her hips, rocking the dildo up and down.

Tara moved slowly, not wanting to hurt Dawn, watching her face as she moved. Dawn bit her lip, a groan emanating from her mouth as Tara thrust a little harder and the older girl paused a second before ascertaining that it was pleasure, not pain. Tara took Dawn's hands from her hips and locked their fingers together. "Lean back," she whispered in the younger girl's ear.

Dawn rocked back, a little uncertain. A sudden wave of ecstasy crashed over her as Tara's movements brought the dildo up against a suddenly sensitive spot and she moaned involuntarily. She leaned back further, trusting more of her weight to Tara's hands, trying to find the sensation again. It was so intense that it made her whole body tense and Dawn rolled her hips, her head sprawling back.

Tara pulled her up and lay down, so Dawn straddled her. Dawn's head was throbbing with the rush of adrenalin and every one of Tara's touches caused a fizzing explosion of sensation. Tara could feel Dawn's nails digging into her thighs, causing a surge of pleasure/pain which just aroused her further. Unable to control herself any longer she leaned forward, burying her head in Dawn's cleavage, her mouth finding a nipple to suck on.

Dawn howled, a wordless moan as the sensations became too much for her to keep in any longer. Her hips ground into Tara as the throbbing in her pussy built higher and higher, swamping her control. The pleasure pressed against her, spilling out in a surge of ecstasy, smothering all senses and emotions as her body shook.

They lay together on the rug, entwined in each other's arms. The blinding passion had receded slightly, but there was still a deep adoration for each other that would never fade. Dawn still felt insecure about one thing though.

"You're not going to leave, are you?" Dawn looked at her lover, her eyes pleading for Tara to say no.

"Leave? I'm not going to leave honey. I love you." Tara kissed the younger girl on the forehead and held her closer. "I love you," she repeated as though affirming it to herself.

Dawn lay back, contented in Tara's embrace. She felt safe and secure, comfortable in the knowledge that Tara would always be there for her and fell asleep in her arms.

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Seducing Dianne



It was a very hot sunny day in Florida and my only plans for the day were to hang out by the pool and get a sun tan. I moved to Florida about a year ago after my divorce from my husband Steve. It was a very hard time in my life. We had been high school sweethearts and married very young. After giving him the best years of my life the creep ran off with his secretary. That's ok, I got the best attorney money could buy and after all was said and done... Well I'm living in Florida aren't I? Serves the cheating bastard right.

So at 40 years old I still look damn good. I'm 5'4" 135 lbs Long brown hair and hazel eyes. I try to stay in shape by going to the gym and I walk after dinner every evening. Looking in the mirror I run my hands over my curves and admire the woman I see. I strip down and pause to take a moment and tweak my nipples. Sarah, you still got it girl. Just haven't put it to use lately. Since the divorce I've had a couple of dates but they both ended badly and I ended up at home alone with my vibrator again. Oh well, not the end of the world. I threw on my swimsuit and was getting ready to head out to the pool when the doorbell rang. Wow, who could that be, it's the middle of the afternoon. 

Opening the door I see it's my next door neighbor Dianne. She's much younger at 24 years old and is stunningly beautiful. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. I've seen quite a few young men coming out of her home in the wee hours of the morning. 

"Oh hi Dianne, what brings you over here today?"

"Hi Mrs Wiliiams, I feel like such an idiot. I've locked myself out of my house and left my cell phone and everything inside. Can I use your phone and call my mother. She has a spare key to my home?"

"Oh sure, come on inside where it's cool. It's so hot out today."...

Ushering her inside I handed her my phone. She sits on the couch and I sit in the recliner.

" Hi mom, I've done such a dumb thing. I've locked myself out and I left my cell phone and everything inside. Can you bring over my spare key and let me in?"...

"Really?"...

"Oh damn, How long then?"...

"Ok, I'm next door at Mrs Williams house, yes mom, the nice lady next door, please come as soon as you can."...

"Thanks mom, love you too, bye."...

Dianne hangs up the phone and hands it back to Mrs Williams...

"Thanks so much, mrs Williams, mom's at my sisters house in Sarasota, she's gonna leave now and come help me but its a couple of hours away. I don't want to bother you I'll just go wait on the front porch for her."

"Oh don't be silly, it's much too hot to wait outside, you can stay here and wait for her."

"Oh thanks so much Mrs Williams, I really wasn't looking forward to waiting outside in the heat."

"Enough of this Mrs Williams stuff, I'm no longer married and that makes me sound old. You can call me Sarah."

"Alright...Sarah..."

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure whatever you have."...

Off to the kitchen I go to get drinks. I notice shes kinda staring at my ass as I walk away. I take a quick glance back and she turns away. Is it my imagination? Why would she be staring at my back side. Ive seen the men coming out of her house. And besides I've really never thought about women in that way before but I must admit that its nice to be admired even if it is by another woman. Stop it, I have to get those thoughts out of my head. I pour two glasses of wine and return to the living room.

"Here you go "...handing the glass to Dianne. "So how have you been? havent seen you around much lately?"

"Pretty good..I guess..Ive been pretty busy between work and trying to get my life together. I broke up with my boyfriend about 6 months ago and things have been...well, a bit crazy."

Yeah crazy isn't the word for it, I'd say more like horny and making up for lost time...

"Oh...well I'm sure everything will work itself out, it just takes time."

"Aww thanks mrs...umm I mean Sarah. You're right, I'm sure it will."

"There you go...cheers"...

We clinked glasses and sipped our wine.

" Hey I was gonna lay out by the pool and maybe go for a swim. You wanna join me?"

"I don't have a swimsuit and I don't want to be any bother to you."

"Oh don't be silly...you can wear one of mine and besides, I could use the company."

"Well ok then I guess so."

"Great, stay here and I'll go get it for you."...

I head upstairs to find a swimsuit for Dianne. I feel giddy as I go. Sarah, get ahold of yourself. It's not a good idea. She's your next door neighbor. Why am I feeling this way. Is it the wine? No way, I've only had one glass. Then what? You're not a lesbian. Let it go. I feel inside of my swimsuit and my pussy is wet. Holy crap, look at the affect she is having on me. I shake my head...NO...back to reality girl. I find a nice swimsuit for her and return downstairs...

"Here you go dear, we are about the same size, this one should work. Put it on and I'll be out by the pool."...

I leave and let her put on the swimsuit in private. A few moments later she appears wearing the swimsuit. 

"Oh it fits you well, you look great."... 

Actually she looks good enough to eat.

"Thanks, Sarah." 

"So what do you think of the place. I love the high privacy fence and all the flowers back here. It's my sanctuary."

"It's very nice Sarah, I wish I had a pool."

"Well you can come over anytime you want and use it. Sooooo now that your boyfriend is history what do you do to keep from being lonely?"

...Oh Sarah, what a stupid question. She has to know you see the men coming and going. 

"Well...I keep busy and try not to think about him. I'm actually enjoying my new found freedom. It's rough cause I do miss him."

...Yeah I miss him...NOT...

"Yeah I know...it's rough but give it time. Man it's hot I think I'm going for a dip in the pool. You coming in?"

"Naw, I think I'm just gonna lay out for awhile."

"Ok, suit yourself but I'm goin in."... 

I get up and walk to the edge of the pool. Again I see her staring at my ass. Really? This couldn't be my imagination. I glance back and again she abruptly looks away. Ok, now I know she's staring. Hmmmm, I think I'll give her something to stare at. I undo the back of my swimsuit top and let it fall into my arms then toss it aside. Then I bend over and slide the bottoms over my buttocks and step out of them leaving me standing there naked. Looking back I see she is somewhat astonished at what she sees not knowing really where to look. I can tell she doesnt want to stare but cant look away. I toss them onto the pool deck and stand there a moment letting her get a good view of my body as I turn and dive into the pool. I swim to the other side and back to the shallow end leaning my elbows on the side of the pool and looking right at Dianne. 

"Wow...this feels exhilarating. Have you ever been skinny dipping Dianne?"

"Ummm yeah a couple of times."

"You should try it now. Come on in, it feels wonderful."

"I dunno...what if someone sees us? We are outside and..."

"Oh don't worry dear... No one can see, I have a huge privacy fence."

"Well, ummm, ok I guess." 

Dianne stands and removes the top first and then the bottoms and walks to the side of the pool. I notice she has small perky breasts and she shaves her pussy. I'm feeling very aroused. She dives in and swims a short distance to one of the sides...

" Wow, it does feel nice."

"See, I wouldn't lie to you." 

She starts to relax and swims nearby. We are both standing in the shallow end near each other. There is a bit of nervous tension in the air. So I splashed water at her face. 

"Oh no you didn't."...

she's splashes me back. We are laughing and splashing about and start to wrestle. She grabs me around the waist but I hook under her arms and trap one arm behind her. She struggles but I'm stronger and start to walk her to the edge of the pool. I force her back and our breasts are mashed together. She is pinned. 

"I give up Sarah, I give."

"Yes you do Dianne."...

I lean forward and kiss her full on the lips. She's hesitant at first but then begins to kiss me back. Her lips part and our tongues meet. We kiss passionately for what seems like an hour but in reality is only a few minutes. I can feel her heart pounding. I put my tongue to her ear and whisper. 

"Lets go inside and get comfortable."

In a low voice all she said was. "Ok."

We walk up the pool steps hand in hand. I grab a towel and dry her off. We go inside and up to my bedroom. I pick her up and lay her on my bed. 

"Sarah, I've never done this before."

"It's ok sweetie, neither have I." 

I kiss her again passionately as I begin to caress her left breast. She starts to moan. I kiss her neck and move down and lick each nipple. She shifts slightly under my touch as I move my hand slowly down her belly until it reaches her clit and I begin to circle and rub it.

"OH Sarah, that feels wonderful please don't stop."

"Oh Dianne, you're so wet."...

I slowly insert my middle finger and begin to move it in and out. She lets out a soft moan as I remove my finger to taste her juices. 

" Mmmmmm you taste so good." 

I put two fingers inside of her and she starts to gyrate on them.

"OMG...Sarah...that's it...FUCK ME." 

She starts humping my hand like it was a cock. I'm shoving my fingers in and out of her while licking her clit.

"Aayyyeeeeeeeeeee ...Oh god Sarah keep going, don't stop."

Faster and faster I'm shoving my fingers in and out of her while licking her clit. She grabs my head and forces it down on her.

"OH GOD...that's it...eat my pussy Sarah. I'm almost there."

Faster and faster I go while slurping up her pussy juices.

"That's it, that's it...OH GOD SARAH...Im almost...almost...al...Yesssssssssss... IM CUMMMMMMMING."

She's shaking and grabbing my head while she holds it hard against her pussy. A moment passes and she lets go of my head.

" Wow Sarah, that was fantastic." 

She leans up and we kiss. 

"Sarah, I want to make you feel that way."

She pushes me back and climbs on top. She nuzzles my neck and gives me soft kisses while slowly moving down to my breasts. I'm feeling tingly all over. I've never been so aroused. She starts sucking my left nipple while working her right hand down to my wet pussy. She rubs my clit between her thumb and forefinger and I think I'm about to lose my mind. My breathing is labored and I begin to moan. Softly at first but then louder and more often.

"Oh Yes baby, that's it. Right there."...

She starts licking my clit and fingering me hard. It feels so right. I know it wont be long until I cum. 

"Oh god yes, don't stop, don't ever stop." 

I feel my orgasm welling up inside of me and I'm about to explode. 

"Right there, just a little more...OMG...oh yes...I'm soooo close...oh sweetie...oh god I'm cummmmmming."...

She forces her fingers way up Inside of me and hits my G-spot. I scream and hold her hand there just as tight as I can. I'm moaning, shaking, quivering and holding her tight.

" Oh Dianne, that is by far the best orgasm that I have ever experienced. OMG girl, that was awesome!"

...I'm starting to come back to earth from from this mind blowing experience when I hear...

"Dianne?"..."What the"..."What are you doing in bed with Sarah?"...

Startled Dianne jumps up and tries to cover herself.

"Mom?"..."OMG, mom, I was, ummmm oh, I'm so sorry mom."

"Its ok dear, Don't worry about it "...she's says with a snicker..."You see Sarah, I told you she would be up for it!!"

"Oh Mom...arrrrrrrggggghhhh!"

THE END?



Seducing Doctor Bob



Bob and I had been friends in high school and roommates in college.  We had shared a lot.  He was a very hot guy, tall and blonde with striking blue eyes and muscular from working out.  

Once in college we were drinking heavily.  I was wearing a loose pair of shorts that came down exposing my groin.  Bob acted like he didn’t notice but I could tell we was looking.

Ever since that night, I have wanted to get him into the sack.  I knew he was shy with women but had never expressed any interest in same-sex activity, except for that one incident.  I didn’t know if it was wishful thinking or what, but when one of our friends was getting married I offered to put Bob up for the night at my house.  I had to take a shot at fucking him!

I sent my kids to their friends’ house so we would be alone.  I bought several bottles of wine and grilled a couple of steaks.  Just in case I rented a couple of porno movies, one with straight sex and one with bisexual tones.

Bob arrived right on time and looked as great as ever.  We hugged and took his bags to the guest room.  After settling him in and exchanging pleasantries, I started pouring the wine. For an hour we talked over old times then ate dinner, all the while the wine flowed.

After dinner we went into the living room.  I poured us a couple of brandies and turned on some music.  I motioned him to the couch and took my place beside him.  For old times sake I had worn a pair of loose-fitting shorts.

“Remember Sherry Jones?”  I asked him.

“Yeah, that hot redhead you dated sophomore year.  Why?”

“I almost had her convinced to let you join us in the sack before we broke up.”

Bob was stunned.  “Really?”

“Yup.  I ran into her the other day and it reminded me.”

“What’s she doing these days?”

“Fat and married.  The rest of her is now as big as her tits were then.”

We laughed.  “You know,” I said, “I had almost convinced her to let you join us in bed right before we broke up.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”  Feeling emboldened by the alcohol, I asked Bob if he wanted to watch one of the movies I had rented.  He giggled and said sure.  I put on the straight one, and sat back to watch.

The first scene had a brunette with huge tits being fucked by two guys.  I looked over and saw a bulge forming in Bob’s crotch to match my own.  My cock actually began to hurt, even though my shorts were loose.

I refilled our snifters as the second scene started, this time two petite blonde taking on a black guy with an elephant cock.  By now my own member was creeping past the leg band of my shorts, expanding to its full nine inches.  I looked over at Bob who was squirming with discomfort.  Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of my erection.

“Bob?”

“Yeah, Joe?”

“My cock is hurting.  You mind if I take it out?”

He hesitated.  “I guess not.”

With that, I pulled down my shorts and pulled out my cock.  I stroked it until it stood tall at its full nine inches.  I glanced over and saw Bob staring at it, mesmerized.  While it didn’t match the huge ebony rod on the screen, it wasn’t too shabby either.

“I can see you’re getting hard too.  Feel free to free your snake if you want.”

I don’t know if it was the booze, the movie, or the sight of my dick, but Bob unfastened his pants and pulled them down.  I was finally going to see his cock!

I wasn’t disappointed.  As he lowered his slacks, I first got a view of his thick bush of dark blonde pubic hair.  Then his shaft was uncovered, seven inches, thin and uncut.  He brought his hand down and started rubbing it, bringing it to a full length of eight inches.  My ass throbbed in anticipation of that pole stuffed in me!

Our eyes met, a little awkward but then he smiled.  I reached over and grabbed his cock, and he didn’t stop me.  Our eyes were locked as I slowly stoked his meat.  He reached over and grabbed mine.  Slowly our heads came together and we shared our first kiss.

After we broke embrace I went down on him, taking his dick deep into my mouth.  He leaned back on the couch, enjoying the blowjob.  I rubbed his balls as I sucked and he obviously loved the feeling.  After a few moments he started to moan and I knew he was close.

“I’m going to cum, man!”

I just started sucking harder.  I wanted his load like nobody’s business and was not disappointed when he shot a huge load of cream.  I had trouble keeping up and some spilled out onto my lips.  I was surprised when he leaned over and licked it off.

“That was great, man!  I never had a girl give me such great head.”

“Glad you liked it.  Are you up to returning the favor?”

He got a troubled look on his face.  “I’ve never sucked cock before, dude.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ll teach you.”

He leaned over and took my nine-incher in his hands.  At first he just licked the head, then got bolder and started feeding it into his mouth.”

“Lick my balls,” I commanded and he readily obeyed.  “Finger my asshole while you suck!”

As he blew me and fingered my ass, I felt the sperm begin to boil.  I warned him I was about to explode, and he started sucking my glans really hard.  He took my cream like a pro, gobbling it up as if it was the best meal of his life.  When I was through we both collapsed back on the couch, totally spent.

“Wow,” he said.  “I never imagined being with a guy could be this good.”

“You’ve only just begun, dude.”  With that I got up and grabbed a box of condoms and a tube of KY.  “I would really like it if you would fuck my ass with that monster between your legs.”

Bob smiled, and then nodded.  I handed him a rubber and the lube and took position on all fours.  He knew what to do.  He slipped on the rubber sheath onto his cock and rubbed KY on it.  Without any preliminaries he shoved all eight inches up my ass.

His initial thrust took my breath away, but a stuck with it as he pounded away.  He reached around and stroked my cock as he fucked me, and I thrust back to meet his cock as it violated my back passage.  He couldn’t last long with his fast pace, and he screamed as he emptied himself into the rubber sheath.  He took his cock out of me with a pop.

Without hesitating, I put him on his back and started fingering his asshole.  It was tight and virgin, but that cherry was about to be popped.  I put a rubber on and fingered his ass with lubed fingers.  His rectum clenched at my invading digits, but soon they would have something bigger to contend with.

I went as easy as I could, easing myself into him.  I got the head in, and then withdrew.  I repeated this, getting a little more in each time until I was buried in him up to my balls.  I stopped a minute to let him get used to it.  His face was a mask of pain, but that would soon change.

I took my cock all of the way out, then thrust it back in.  Slowly at first I began to fuck my friend, picking up pace over time.  His look of pain turned to pure pleasure as I fucked him like my own personal bitch.  

“Fuck me, Joe!  Fuck my ass hard!”  I gave him what he wanted.  When I couldn’t take it any more I came, filling my condom with sperm.  Quickly I withdrew and took him in my arms.

“Thanks, Bob.  I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“No, thank you, Joe.  You didn’t know this but I have been curious about guys for a long time.  I just never had the guts to do anything about it.”

“My pleasure.”  We slept together that night, and every night of his stay.  We have even talked about getting together with our girlfriends and having a fully bisexual foursome.  He is still my best friend, and now we have even more to be friendly about.