1 comments/ 53850 views/ 4 favorites Cheri By: greenfly This story is entirely fictitious and bears no resemblance to any living person. It is pure fantasy. * Michelle sat apprehensively at her office desk. Cheri, her female employer had just announced to the whole office that she was going to be very busy and was not to be disturbed, unless she requested it. Michelle's heart beat rapidly with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, she suspected that Cheri had made that announcement to keep other workers away from her office. Michelle expected that any minute her telephone would ring and she would be summoned to go to her. Michelle knew she couldn't resist Cheri's demands, she had Michelle dancing on a string and in control of her. The minutes ticked by and no call came, Michelle began to relax a little, she wanted Cheri to call because she always made her feel good when they were together, but at the same time Michelle was afraid of her, Cheri could be very strong and had ways of punishment if she was displeased. Michelle looked at her phone but it stayed silent, she got on with her work, others in the open plan office got on with theirs, phone calls were made, keyboards clattered and printers whirred. Suddenly she realised her phone was ringing, she looked at it almost fearfully. Was it her? "Answer your phone Michelle," the girl at the next desk pleaded wearily. Michelle picked up the phone. "Hello?" Cheri's sultry voice came over the wire, "Michelle, will you come to my office right away please?" and she put the phone down. Michelle sat for a minute daring herself not to go, but she knew she would. Already her heart was pounding in her chest, her stomach knotted up and she felt a familiar tingle between her legs. She stood up and walked past the other desks on her way to Cheri's office. No-one took any notice of her, or looked up when she tapped lightly on the managers office door. She went in and stood in front of the desk where the secretary usually sat, but she was not there today, the door to the boss's suit was slightly open, Michelle pushed it fully open and went in. Cheri sat behind her huge executive desk, leaning back into her luxury leather chair, her feet resting on the desk top. Michelle's eyes were drawn to Cheri's legs, her skirt had ridden up along her thighs and she glimpsed Cheri's thong. "Ah Michelle," greeted Cheri, "shut the door behind you and come here." Michelle knew from experience, that was not an invitation but a command. She approached Cheri warily, and stood close to her by the side of her chair. Cheri did not change her position, she looked up and said simply, "Kiss me, Michelle." "Kiss you?" Michelle queried. "Yes kiss me," Cheri repeated, "You know what a kiss is don't you?" she asked with raised eyebrows, " so kiss me." Michelle nodded briefly, stepped forward, and placed her lips against Cheri's, before stepping back again. "Michelle," Cheri snapped, "you are beginning to irritate me, "do what l tell you and kiss me!" This time, with half open lips Michelle placed her mouth to Cheri's and sucked hard, she pushed her tongue into Cheri's mouth and licked her teeth, Cheri pulled Michele over her body until she was practically lying on top of her, their mouths still locked together. Cheri stroked Michelle's ass through her skirt, she pulled Michelle's skirt up until only her panties separated her bare ass skin from Cheri's hand. Michelle felt her passions rising, she enjoyed the feeling of being pressed to Cheri's body, and could feel her body shape under her own. Cheri's fingers searched under the legs of Michelle's panties, between the girls legs from the rear, where she found Michelle's loose wet pussy lips. Michelle clung to her tormentor through their kisses, she felt Cheri's finger penetrating far inside her pussy, Cheri twisted her fingers, pulling and pushing the flesh of Michelle's sex. Withdrawing her fingers and pushing Michelle from her body, Cheri instructed Michelle to stand up and take all of her clothes off. "Here?" Michelle asked, "Yes, here, now, no-one can come through the door unless l let them in, now strip, I want to see you naked." Cheri sat back in her chair and watched Michelle as she began to undress, Michelle felt uneasy, yet thrilled at taking her clothes off in the office while her manager watched. Cheri, had seen Michelle naked several times before and had used Michelle's body, rather selfishly, for her own pleasure, without giving very much of herself back, she knew Michelle could not resist her, and had absolutely no compunction about taking all that Michele had to offer her. The exhibitionist in Michelle took over her senses, and her lust and passions grew more and more as she undressed, soon she was down to her bra and briefs, a faint smile played around Cheri's lips, as she watched Michelle reach round her back and unhook the garment supporting her round supple breasts, Cheri tensed and wriggled in her chair when Michelle's breasts became exposed, she sat up when Michelle hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers, and called "STOP! leave your panties on Michelle." Michelle wondered why Cheri stopped her taking off her panties, her pussy was very wet in anticipation of baring it to Cheri, and she longed to be naked for the woman she was so much in awe off. Cheri left her seat and came round the desk to stand in front of Michelle, she reached out and held one breast in her hand, its nipple erect and pulsing wildly, with her other hand she touched Michelle's pussy through her panties, she rubbed the lips up and down then told Michelle to get up on her desk. Michelle had noticed when she entered the office, that Cheri's desk top was clear of clutter, and as she climbed up and lay on her back, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't shaved for a week, and her pussy was covered in light downy hair. Cheri had demanded, from the very first time she had seduced the girl, that Michelle always kept her pussy smooth and shaved, she hoped Cheri wouldn't mind, it was too late now anyhow as Cheri tugged lightly on Michelle's panties and they slid slowly over her hips and down her legs. Cheri purred her appreciation of Michelle's pussy, not mentioning the growth of hair, "Oh yes, oh yes, Michelle, your cunt is so beautiful, and its mine." With her two thumbs she opened Michelle's pussy lips, her enlarged clit emerged with the pink swollen flesh of her inner vagina folds, then she placed her hands on Michelle's ass cheeks so that all of her fingers were well into the crack of her ass, she pulled the naked girl towards her face, which she buried in Michelle's wet and tingling pussy. Michelle lay with her legs wide apart, her bare feet up in the air, while Cheri licked up and down the crease of her sex, she pushed her tongue between the swollen pussy lips in front of her and sucked the extended clit into her mouth, her fingers kneaded Michelle's ass with a long finger inside her anus. Cheri's tongue worked its wonders on Michelle's clit, thrills and tingles ran through her body, she rested her hands on Cheri's head and shook and wriggled herself in inflamed lust. Michelle felt the eruption deep in her belly, she cried out in ecstasy and triumph, and Cheri, sensing her girl was about to cum, pushed her tongue further into Michelle's cunt. As her juices flowed out, Cheri lapped and sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could while it squirted from the girls hole. Michelle's body shook and tingled in turn as her cum drained from her, she groaned loudly, threw her head back, and clamped her eyes shut, she clutched her own breasts and twirled her erect nipples. Her thighs clamped tightly around Cheri's head, wanting to keep the woman who was performing such thrills to her sex from escaping, Slowly, Michelle weakened and Cheri forced her legs apart. Cheri pulled her face out of Michelle's pussy and stood up, Michelle could see the results of her orgasm over Cheri's face, it had even got into her hair. "OK Michelle," Cheri said, without a smile, "you can get dressed and go back to work now." Lying naked on top of the desk, Michelle stared incredulously at Cheri. "But Cheri," she whimpered, "l want to taste you." "Michelle," Cheri said impatiently, "do l have to remind you that you are here to do a good days work for the good of the company, we have had our fun, now get dressed and go to your desk. Michelle was distraught, Cheri had used her again, just as always, she had not taken any of her clothes off, but Michelle had willingly undressed for her and was still embarrassingly stark naked now, the sexual element had been extinguished, and Cheri had dismissed her until she wanted her body again. Cheri turned away and went into the executive bathroom. Michelle could hardly believe what had happened to her in the last hour, Why did she give herself so easily to her superior? Cheri only had use for her at the office, Michelle had never been to Cheri's house, nor had Cheri ever taken Michelle anywhere outside of the office, yet she snaps her fingers and Michelle comes running, ready to give all her body has to offer. With tears of frustration in her eyes, she slowly dressed and was fully clothed again when Cheri came back out of the washroom. She smiled her approval "Good for you Michelle," she said, "and thank you for what you did for me, l really enjoyed it and l am sure you did to." "l did, but l would have enjoyed it more if l could have stayed and tasted you," Michelle whispered, looking at her boss with pleading eyes. Cheri stared at her employee long and hard. "There will be a other times Michelle, l will arrange for you to work closer with me, other things may happen then, so be prepared, now go back to your desk." Michelle turned and walked out of Cheri's office, she walked past the rows of desks through the main office, no-one noticed her, even when she sat at her desk, no one noticed that she was back, but Michelle was aware of the tingles in her pussy. Cheri: My Hotel Whore I’ve been a manager for a small hotel, which is part of a large national chain for about eight years. In that time, I would have been happy to bet that I had the most boring job in the world. You see, we are a budget type of hotel, and offer no real services to our guest. Therefore, the people who stay her really don’t expect much. They run to there rooms, sleep, and run out the next morning. If they talk to you at all, it’s normally short and rude. That’s how it all started with a guest who changed my life from dull to a roller coaster ride of thrills and excitement. One day, a large man was checking in and decided to be extremely rude to me. Yelling that he was in a hurry, he pointed to the badge on my shirt and said, “If you mess with the bull Danny, you’ll get the horns.” Adding, “I’d really hate to have to call your boss and tell him that you insulted me.” That really pissed my off. I had been extremely polite, and just because he was in a rush he felt it was acceptable to push me around. I’m about six feet tall and 180 pounds, and I don’t normally put up with jerks like this. But, He was ever bit of six four and 250 pounds. I handed him his key and sent him on his way. I wouldn’t have remembered him, but he returned the very next Thursday afternoon, as well as the next three Thursdays in a row. After putting up with as much as I could stand, I decided to wait for him out in the parking lot. That’s where I noticed that he wasn’t alone. He arrived at his normal time, about 2:00 in the afternoon. And sat in his car until another car entered and pulled in along side his. It was a knockout of a blond, and dressed to kill. She waited while he ran into the desk and checked in with one of my employees, and then he returned to her. From there, they both rushed to the room. I tried to keep my eyes on their cars and the room throughout the day. At around 4:30, both exited and left in their separate cars. I thought it odd that they seemed so cold to each other for a couple who had just spent the afternoon wrinkling my sheets. I thought about them often over the next week, and when Thursday came I wasn’t disappointed. It didn’t take me long, but now I had their routine down. Now it was my turn. I have a friend on the police force, so I wrote down the license plates of their cars and passed them on to him. I wasn’t surprised to find out that they weren’t married to each other, although I had noticed that they both wore rings. Yet I was quite surprised when my friend Jim told my that the guy, whose name is Rick, was also a cop. Jim added that he was quite high up in the force and most people thought that he would one day be captain as he was married to a woman of influence. He then told me that the woman’s name was Cheri and that she was married as well. I decided that it was my turn to have fun and dish back some of the grief that Rick had given me. Being able to have Cheri as part of the plan only sweetened the pot. And a great sweetener she is, at 5’6” with long blond hair and curves in all the right places. Immediately, I quit renting out one of our rooms. Inside that room, I installed a camera, and taping equipment. Now I was set. Like clockwork, Rick arrived at 2:00 in the afternoon on the next Thursday. Of course, I put them in the newly furbished room. I had gone there just before they arrived and started the machines rolling. Cheri arrived as I was handing Rick the key. That was the longest afternoon that I had ever worked. Time just crawled by as I waited for them to leave. Within seconds of their departure, I ran to the room and retrieved my equipment. After cleaning up, I took the tape home and popped it into my VCR. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect what I saw. Once Cheri entered the room, Rick’s demeanor changed. She treated him like shit. It soon became obvious that Rick like to be dominated by women, or at least by Cheri. She had him strip, spanked his ass with her hand as well as a small whip. She hand cuffed him to the bed and tied a rope around his cock and balls. While spanking his ass, she would pull on the rope and make him ask for more. As a grand finally, she fucked him in the ass with a large dildo. Never once did Cheri even flash part of her magnificent body. Was I depressed. My first thought was to throw the tape out, but as it was rewinding I knew I could get my revenge on Rick even better now. I made an extra copy of the tape, and decided that I would go and visit Rick at the police station. Well, I wouldn’t actually go, but the tape would. On the next Wednesday, I had a copy of the tape delivered by messenger to Rick’s office along with a letter. As you can imagine, the letter said that if he didn’t do as he was told, I would send the tape to the press and not only his marriage would be over, but his career as well. Next, the tape said that on Thursday he was to go and meet Cheri at their regular time, and tell her nothing. It went on to say that this meeting would be different. He was to switch rolls with her. This time it was him that was going to be the aggressor. It said that he should bring extra handcuffs and a Polaroid camera. He should have her strip, and if she doesn’t do it, he should do it for her. He should handcuff her to the bed and spank her like she had spanked him. Next, he should shoot no less that three rolls of film of her naked and in compromising positions. Finally, he was to leave all of the pictures on the dresser when they leave. Again, Rick arrived at exactly 2:00 the next day. I made sure that I wasn’t working the front desk, and watched from afar as he carried a large bag into the room with Cheri walking along side. I listened from the next room as I heard her pleas not to be spanked and for mercy. They were there for three hours before Cheri finally ran from the room, jumped in her car and sped away. Rick followed much slower. You could tell that he as a beaten man as he drove his car from the parking lot. Again, I ran to the room. My plan had worked perfectly. The pictures came out great, Cheri was even more beautiful than I had imagined. And, the tape showed me later that Rick had really put her through her paces. He must have beat her ass until it was black and blue, and at the end of the time together he shoved a large dildo right into her back door. It was a complete reversal of their prior session together. I couldn’t get enough of it, and must have watched it a dozen times before the next Wednesday came along. Again, I delivered a package to Rick’s office with instructions telling him what to do. As before, he was right on time and ready to play. However, to my dismay, Cheri was a no show. Rick sat in his car in the parking lot for over an hour before he decided to give up. It was then that I decided that I was done with Rick. I left another package for him say that he was to convince Cheri to show up the next Thursday, or I would release the tape. I included a copy of some of the pictures for him to use as an inducement, but it was his ass if she didn’t show. Also, this would be the last time that he would be seeing her. He should take her into the room, have her strip, tie her hands behind her back, and blindfold her. He was then to leave and never return. The next Thursday went exactly as I planned. Rick showed up early, checked in and waited for Cheri. Once she arrived, they hurried into the room. Although, she didn’t look as excited as she had been in times past. After about 30 minutes, Rick left the room and drove off in his car. I waited for another 30 minutes before I went to get my new toy. As beautiful as Cheri was on tape, she was stunning in real life. She sat naked on the end of the bed with her legs crossed and adorn only in the think blindfold. As I entered, she called out, “Rick is that you?” I happily informed her that Rick was no more, and now she was mine. Over the next hour I explained to Cheri that she was my new toy. That I expected her to do exactly as I said, and if she didn’t, she would be punished. I informed her that Rick would no longer be seeing her, and that if she went to the police Rick would make sure that no one believed her. Next, I informed her that she was to continue to come to the hotel every Thursday, and from now on Tuesdays as well. As I spoke, I took the opportunity to look through her purse for additional information on her background. I found a picture of her with her husband and asked her why she didn’t have any kids. She told me that she had an accident when she was younger, and it left her unable to get pregnant. I thought that that was great. After going through our interview, I left her with a package. I told her that I wasn’t going to do anything to her that day, but I wanted her to review the packet and to return on the next Tuesday at 2:00. Demonstrating an incredible amount of self restraint, I then untied her hands and told her that once she heard the door close she could remove her blindfold, get dressed and go home. As I got ready to leave, her only questions was what was my name. Thinking for a second, I decided to use Daniel. As none of my friends called me Daniel, I would be able to tell her apart. I watched from another room as she finally got into her car and drove off. It would only be a few days until I’d see her again. The packet that I left her contained a few things that I had put together to demonstrate how serious I was, as well as to test how well she would follow. The first thing was a list of rules. It gave her instructions on everything from the maximum length of her skirt to the way she should do her hair and makeup. I also included a copy of the tape that I had made of her being spanked by Rick. Attached to the tape was a note that said she should expect this type of treatment whenever she displeased me. Inside the packet was an envelope which contained a contract, or more specifically, a slave contract. The contract said that Cheri was to be my slave for as long as I decided, and that she was submitting to everything and anything that I did of her own free will. She was to return it signed. Finally, I included a copy of items that I had purchased at a local adult toy shop. The first was a red vinyl bra, with holes for her nipples to poke through. Secondly, I included a leather gag, that looked like a large penis. Also, I included a set of the largest anal beads that the store carried. The last two items where a thick black leather collar and a leg spreader bar with leather cuffs at each end. The spreader bar was just over 2 feet long, and made of tubular steel so that it could be expanded up to 3 1/2 feet. The attached note said that she should arrive at the hotel precisely at 2:00 PM and go directly to the room that she had last staid, room 217. Once there, she would receive further instructions. It also stated that she should bring all of her new toys with her. It was like waiting for paint to dry that day. Finally, it was time, and I watched as Cheri drove into the parking lot and practically ran to the room carrying a lager bag with her. I had left her a note on the bed. She was to remove all of her clothes, and put each of the items into place. This was to include the anal beads and the spreader bar. Next, she was to lay down on the bed on her stomach and handcuff herself to the headboard. I had attached bolts to the center of the headboard, and used a lock to attach a pair of handcuffs. I waited until almost 3:00 o’clock before I entered the room. Cheri tried to turn and see me as I entered, but as I suspected, the combination of the handcuffs and the leg spreader kept her from doing so. What a time I had. First I reviewed the contract, that she did return signed. Then I reviewed my handiwork. Cheri was fantastic. After spanking her for a while, simply because I like the feeling of her ass, I had her lift he hips up off the bed. Once she was able to complete that, I grasped the string from the anal beads and told her to lower herself until one of the beads was pulled from her ass. As the large bead appeared, Cheri let out a low moan of half pleasure and half pain. After repeating this until all of the beads where done, I informed Cheri that I was going to kick off our relationship together by fucking her in the ass. First I told her that she was going to have to beg me to do it, and she was also to tell me how much she loved it during. If I didn’t believe her, I was going to replace the beads, spank her 50 times and come back in an hour and fuck her again. I had never felt so hard as I entered Cheri’s tight asshole. I tried to hold back as much as I could, but the thrill of the moment and all of the build up got the better of me. It wasn’t long before I was shooting a load of cum into Cheri’s back door. As I came back down to earth, I realized that I wanted her again. Cheri had done a good job in trying to convince me that she was actually enjoying getting her ass drilled. Yet I knew what I should do. I acted quickly telling her how disappointed I was, and pressed the beads back into her ass. After swatting her back side, I left her to contemplate what was to come, again. The only problem was that I couldn’t wait the hour. I was so excited, that I was back in less than 45 minutes drilling my cock into her tight ass. This time, Cheri was yelling for me to pound her as she pressed her ass up into my thrusts. I reached around and pulled at her hard nipples as they poked through the rubber bra. However, as much as I tried to hold back, I soon shot a second load into her back side. Now I took my time getting off of her body. I got my keys and removed the padlock. Also, I unlocked one of her wrist and relocated her hands behind her back. Now, for the first time, I allowed Cheri to see me. I flipped her over on the bed, and pulled her to her feet by yanking on the spreader bar. I then had her kneel before me. In this position I attached her hands to the spreader bar behind her back. This left her on her knees with her lags spread just about as far as they would go. I now sat in a chair before her and asked her if she knew what I wanted her to do next. With my cock now just a few feet from her face, she peered into my crotch and shook her head yes. Of course she was right, just not at that point. I told her that I would remove the gag from her mouth if she completed her next task correctly. First I told her that I wanted her to have an orgasm. I was going to give her 10 minutes to bring herself off in her current position or I was going to return her to the bed and start ass fucking her again. I expected her to cum by rubbing herself on my leg. I then moved forward so that my leg pressed against her pussy. I was quite surprised to find her hot and wet as she began to grind her pussy against my shin. After a couple of minutes, I told her to close her eyes until she reached climax. She really started to get into it as her breathing increased and her body began to rock harder. I then reached out and grabbed each of her nipples, pinching and squeezing them between my fingers. I thought that would bring her down, but I was wrong. She only increased her pace, and as I squeezed harder she screamed behind the leather penis in her mouth and fell forward, her head landing in my lap. I let her relax there for a while, slowly petting her hair until her breathing returned to normal. Then I leaned her back so that she was on her feet and knees again. Once back in this position, I removed the gag from her mouth. We sat for a while and talked of how each one of us had enjoyed the day. She actually told me that she enjoyed most of the day, saying that if I left out the beads, she would have enjoyed it all. Taking the upper hand, and establishing our times to come, I told her that it wasn’t about what she wanted. If I wanted her to cum, she would cum. If I wanted her to have a large dildo in her pussy, she would. If I wanted her to have a baseball bat shoved into her ass, she would have that to. I then told her that she was going to give me a blowjob. It should be the best blowjob that she has ever given, or she would remain in her current position until she did it right. After listening to her complain about her knees, I moved my chair over so that she could reach my dick. I took my time. By pulling her hair, I could move her face and mouth into positions that I wanted. I had her lick my balls, and hold them in her mouth while I stroked my cock before her. I would pull her until I felt the tip of my prick reach the back of her throat, then pump her head until I was just about top the edge. Then, I would pull out and press my cock against her face so that she could feel it pulsate. Finally, after I couldn’t hold out any more, I really let her have it. I pumped my cock into her mouth for all I was worth, and then released her so that I could shoot my load all over her face. After taking a couple of Polaroids as keepsakes, I unlocked her hands. As she changed from the spreader bar and rubber bra into her street clothes, I took the time to tell her that she had done well. I also told her that I was leaving her with some homework. She was to make 2 lists for our next meeting. First, she was to list 20 things that she had never done before, from a sexual standpoint. They where to be very specific. Then, she was to list everything that she liked about being dominated. If she didn’t come up with at least 20 reasons, she would spend the next afternoon being spanked until she did. It was Tuesday, and I told her that I did expect her back on Thursday, and every Tuesday and Thursday from then on. After she was dressed, and I was as well, I measured the length of her skirt against my prior instruction, then made her get down on her knees and kiss my feet while she thanked me for the afternoon. I said good-bye and sent her out of the room with a swift swat on the ass and a reminder not to be late. My relationship with Cheri has been going on now for over six months. During that time she as come to the hotel every Tuesday and Thursday. I’d say that I have probably fucked her more times than her husband. At least that is what she says. You see, I actually think that Cheri has come to look forward to our times together as much as I do. Next month her husband is taking her on a cruise for vacation. She told me that she can’t get out of it, and she will miss our meetings that week. Then, without any prompting on my part, Cheri said, “I guess that you’ll have to come up with something special for me to do before I go.” If she only knew. I’m not sure yet, but I’m either thinking of having her fuck a couple of my friends, or take her our for an afternoon of flashing strangers. Either way, I know I’ll have fun. Cherie and Keith: The Discovery I had just returned from a long day at work. I sighed, putting down my briefcase and putting the oven on before making my way upstairs. I heard a voice break the silence. "Daddy!" Cherie ran down the stairs and flung her arms around me, smiling happily. "Good Afternoon, Sweetheart" I said, embracing her warmly. "Have a nice day?" "Yes Dad, I got some important work done for my seminar today. I've just been practising" "Good" I cuddled her. "Fancy some pizza and veggies?" "Sounds perfect" she murmured, kissing me on the cheek, making her way down the stairs. I love my daughter Cherie. She makes me smile. I love seeing her happy. Ever since her mother – my wife died she has been a vulnerable soul, but she was determined to succeed in the world. She didn't let anything stop her from studying hard. Friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, nothing. Cherie was assertive and bright. My wife had died unexpectedly from bowel cancer. It had split me in two. I felt like a broken man. Had Cherie not existed I would have ended my life then and there the night I left the hospital. It had been a year. A long, arduous year that had left both Cherie and I longing for something else. How Cherie had coped I didn't like to think about. She cut her arms up after her mother died, sliced herself up with a razor blade. To see my daughter do that to herself had caused me so much pain. She did it a few times and then had stopped. She took to smoking for a while, then spent one month virtually in and out of the house whenever she felt like it, but eventually she stood by me. She had helped me to live, and gave me a reason for living when all I wanted was to die. To see her smile every day when I get up is the greatest gift I have. That was my reason to like life again, to hold onto what I had left and try to make a go of it. My Cherie was 19 now. So grown up. She was now a beautiful, slender young woman. She turned heads wherever we went, and like any other man I could see why. She was so pretty. But something strange had happened between us. It happened gradually, which is why it took me a long time to see. Cherie had become very tactile with me. It had started with her hugging me for slightly longer than usual, kissing me, telling me how much she loved me. She would press herself up against me whenever we watched the television or read to each other and we sat together more like lovers than family, she even squeezed my thigh sometimes if she was really engrossed in something. She began to come to my bed late at night, and snuggle up next to me if she couldn't sleep. I began wondering why she didn't date. Most girls her age have boyfriends, or girlfriends even. But not Cherie. I had heard her upstairs with a boy once and promptly threw him out. Ever since I had never seen her with anyone, only her friends. She goes to university close by so there was no need for her to move out or go anywhere. Yet she seemed satisfied just staying here with me. "Dad?" I turned. Cherie stood in the doorway. "Can we watch a film tonight please, I've got something I want to watch with you" "Okay honey" I replied. "Thanks, Dad!" she said with gusto, running back down the stairs. She was so bouncy and alive. I really don't know where she gets all that energy from. I decided to ask her why she didn't date. It wasn't so strange to ask my daughter such a question. "Darling, how come you don't date?" I asked her later, over dinner. She paused. "Dad, I'm never going to find anyone as nice as you" I looked at her curiously. I think my daughter is extremely intelligent, but sometimes I wonder if she has eyes. "Maybe someone a couple of years younger than someone of my age, sweetie. I'm not having you bringing any real men home" "You mean not old men then" I paused. "Hey, who are you calling old?" I grabbed her and began to tickle her. She laughed involuntarily. "Dad, stop it!" she yelled, laughing. I stopped after she tried to tickle me back. I hate being tickled! "I knew that would set you off" she said, smiling. She wrapped her arms around my waist. "'Because you're not old, are you Daddy?" "I'm not ancient, honey but you aren't bringing any men home my age, I'm telling you that now" She shrugged, grinning. "I don't want to, either, I've got you, haven't I?" she squeezed me. "I just wondered why you don't want a boyfriend, that's all" "Maybe having one man around is enough for me, Dad" I left it at that. I thought, well, whatever little game she was playing she would pack it in soon enough. But she didn't. It became more intense. She slept beside me more often. She squeezed me every time we cuddled. She would whisper in my ear like a lover when she wanted to say something in the evenings if we were watching something. Then one day something amazing happened. I woke up in bed. I checked my alarm. It was 07:00AM. Cherie was snuggled up to me tight. She opened her eyes, as if she had already been awake. "Cherie! What are you doing here?" I asked her. "Dad, please give me a cuddle, I had a bad dream" she said sleepily. I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a hug. "What's up, Princess?" "Nothing" she snuggled up to me. I closed my eyes but the minute I did I felt soft lips on mine, and a hand on my chest. Shocked, I grabbed hold of her shoulder and pushed her away from me. "Jesus, Cherie" I gasped. "What the hell are you doing?" "I felt you get hard up against me when you were sleeping Dad. I thought I might be able to help" I stared at her and she gazed back at me solemnly. She meant it. "Cherie, oh Cherie," I said, taking her hands in mine as I sat up. "You can't touch me like that darling, you're my daughter. I'm your Dad. Understand?" She nodded but didn't look happy, staring down at her legs. "I just want you to be happy" she confessed. "But you do make me happy, sweetheart. I can't tell you enough" I stroked her face. "I have to go to my lecture soon, Dad. I'll see you later" she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Do you want me to drop you on my way to work?" I called. "No Dad, it's okay. See you tonight" After a few minutes I heard the front door slam shut. A million things were running through my mind. Why had she kissed me like that? What did she think she was doing? Does she have a crush on me? Is that normal? Is she playing with me? She seemed sincere. I tried to push it out of my mind. I had to go to work. The whole day I was at work my mind wandered back to what had happened that morning. By the time I got home I couldn't wait to relax. I heard the familiar sound of Cherie on the stairs. "Hello Dad!" She gave me a bear hug, squeezing me tight. "Hi Sweetheart. What's cooking?" I joked. "Popcorn. Want some?" "Don't you want real food, young lady? I was thinking of making you something a bit more substantial than popcorn" I pressed as she wriggled in my arms. "Yes, but we are going to watch a film, Dad! Come on!" She said, jumping on the sofa. "Alright, but we eat later" I grumbled. "Dad, please come and watch it with me" she got up to fetch her popcorn. "What are we watching?" "American Beauty" Great, how original. I'd already seen it. But hey, she had to put up with avant garde and experimental cinema once a week, so I couldn't really complain. I ran upstairs to get changed and came down in shorts and a t shirt. I popped into the kitchen to get a beer and Cherie was fussing about under the kitchen counter. I sat down and Cherie returned from the kitchen with a bowl, plunked down on the sofa and leant on me. "I'm not your personal armchair, you know" I complained teasingly. She just smiled and kissed me on the cheek. After a while of watching the film it gets to this scene where the man is getting a root beer from the fridge and his daughter's best friend totally hits on him in this dream sequence. Anyway Cherie started being weird. She was watching me intently, gauging my reaction. I could feel her eyes on me. It was rather unnerving. Finally the film came to an end. "I thought that was so sad" Cherie said wistfully. "Let's go and eat" I suggested. She smiled and nodded. After dinner we were on the sofa and I was tickling her. She laughs so hard when I tickle her. All of a sudden she sat up. "Dad, can I ask you something?" "Of course" I replied. "If you weren't my Dad, would you think that I am attractive?" she asked inquisitively. "Sweetheart, you are attractive" "No Dad, I mean that if I wasn't your daughter, would you find me attractive personally?" I must have looked confused. "What I mean is that would you want to date me if we weren't related?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "Why on earth do you ask such things?" "Because I want to know" I sighed. "Baby, you are stunning. Anyone would want to be with you" She looked up at me. "Really?" "Yes." She leaned forward, so close I could feel her breath on my face. "So you think I'm pretty?" she asked, perched on the edge of the sofa. "Yes, I do. You're very pretty" She stared at me a minute. "Stay there and close your eyes" "What?" "Stay there and close your eyes" she told me once again. I closed my eyes. My daughter can be awfully strange sometimes. All of a sudden I felt hot lips on mine, her tongue seeking out mine, her hand on the back of my head. I jerked my head back but she held me there, kissing me hungrily. Eventually I pushed her away. "No" She stared at me darkly. She went upstairs and I heard the door to her room shut behind her. I was in shock. What had taken over my daughter? I had to find out the truth. I went upstairs and opened her bedroom door. "Cherie.." I stopped, my mouth agape. She was standing there with nothing more than a pair of French knickers covering her. She looked at me, silently. She walked toward me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Sit down" she whispered, motioning to her bed. I didn't know what else to do. I thought she might listen to me if I just did what she wanted. I sat down on the bed. Cherie stood in front of me, her breasts in front of my face. "Don't you like my body?" she asked, stroking my hair. "We can't do this Sweetheart. It's wrong" I protested. "I want to be the one that makes you happy. In every way possible" she said firmly. "Cherie, put your clothes back on." I had to stop this, now. I left the room. I heard her sobs behind me. I wasn't going back. Hours later, into the night, I still heard her sobs echoing from her room. Good grief. I decided I needed to think about this. I knew there was something between us that we hadn't talked about. I realised that I did have feelings for her that were probably wrong. I wondered if I had ever given her the wrong signals. I wondered if she had read too far into my affections. My daughter had grown into a beautiful young woman. She was the prettiest, the most attractive, and the sexiest. I had never let myself think about how I really felt about her. I wondered if it was time to be honest with myself. But what would that mean for her? Where would that take us? I needed to talk to her. I approached her door and knocked softly. I heard her voice through the door: "Come in" She heard me enter the room. I could see her trembling. She was really shaking. "Dad, make love to me" she whispered. I stood in the doorway for moment. Then I began to walk towards her. She wouldn't turn around. I realised that she was probably afraid. Afraid of being rejected by me once more, for me to deem her insane, perverted, lustful. A tear streamed down her cheek as she shut her eyes, she was whispering under her breath, silently pleading. I brought my hand up to caress her cheek, feeling it was wet. I gently leant over to kiss away the tear running down her face. "Sweetheart", I whispered. "Oh sweetheart". She opened her eyes. I smiled at her beautiful face. "Oh Daddy", she whispered, tearful. "Shh" I spoke, holding up my hand to stroke her hair gently, running my fingers through her wavy hair. We looked at each other, Cherie's desire evident in her face, wanting more, too nervous to move her face closer to mine. I brought my lips to hers to kiss her, a real kiss. Cherie stared at me, wide eyed as I planted my lips on hers. I began to trace kisses along her jaw line, nuzzling into her hair, tickling her ear, making her shudder. "Dad, I.." she stopped. "..Yes?" I asked softly. She brought her lips to mine and kissed me firmly, bringing her hand to the back of my head, her other arm wrapped around my waist. I let her kiss me before responding, my hands caressing her waist, moving down to cup her ass. She groaned and moved against me. "Cherie, oh Cherie" I breathed, finding myself erotically charged by her lips and her body pressed up against mine. "..Dad, I want you. I have wanted you for long enough now. I can't take it anymore, these feelings. I just need you. I can't fight it any longer. I want you to be mine. Please take me to bed". I moaned inwardly as I heard those soft words spoken by her sweet lips. "Come on baby, let's go to my room" I heard myself saying. I couldn't believe the effortlessness of our embrace, the sexual promise of Cherie's hips underneath my hands, my daughter was asking me to bed her! I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom, opening the door for her. She walked in slowly, still extremely nervous but she seemed excited about what I was going to do to her, squeezing my hand, smiling at me. "..Have you had sex before, Baby?" I asked her, worried as to whether I was going to be, in effect, causing any pain to my most precious daughter. "Yes Dad, I have, but not like this, not how I want you. Boys paw at you, I want you to show me how a real man makes love to his woman" she said softly. I understood. "..I was going to have sex with someone else recently but.. he wasn't you. No one is you" she looked up at me. It suddenly dawned on me. "Have you been waiting for me?" I asked seriously. "Yes, I have wanted to make my next time special, not like it was before. I want you to have me as if it was my first time. You are the one I really wanted. I think I knew that even then" I was astonished by her words. "Dad, am I going crazy?" her voice broke into my thoughts. I looked at her wistfully. "No, Sweetheart, because I want it as much as you do. I would do anything for you. I just want to make you happy". "..I..I want you to make it with me as if I were the most precious thing in the world to you" she said, looking at the floor. I lifted her head up with my hand. "Cherie, you are the most precious thing in the world. I'll make love to you like no one has" I said gently. If anyone was going to make love to her, I wanted it to be me. "I know you will," Cherie said, looking back into my eyes, "because you love me" she said simply. I brought his face to hers to kiss her again, this time not letting go, kissing her passionately, feeling her breast underneath her nightgown, her nipple hardening under my palm. I felt her kiss me back with equal intensity, moving her hand to my belt buckle. She looked at me, my lust evident, finally realising just how far this was going to take us. She was going to have sex with her father. I wondered if we were really crossing a line that should not be violated, while also imagining how anything could possibly be the same again. I moved closer to the bed, never taking my eyes off her, wanting to be inside her. She lifted her arms up and I effortlessly removed her nightgown from over her head. Her nipples were beautifully pink and inviting. I removed my shirt and stepped closer to her, her nipples brushing across my chest. Cherie ran her hands up to grip my strong forearms. I brought my hands up to her breasts, grazing her nipples against my palms, stroking them with my thumbs. Cherie shuddered. I kissed her shoulders, nuzzling at the delicate skin at the nape of her neck. I felt goose bumps prickling her skin. She held me as I touched her, nibbling her, petting her as I felt the familiar stirring in my cock. I wanted her so much. "Dad, I really want this, but I'm so nervous" she said, trembling. "I'll look after you, I promise. You are my princess" I told her, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Sit down on the bed" Cherie sat, and I sat down next to her. I cupped her breasts in both palms. Leaning down, I began to lick her pink buds, feeling them harden under my tongue. I caressed her, hearing a soft moan escape her lips. I tongued her nipples until she was gasping, sucking on her hardened nibs, tugging on them lightly with my teeth as she ran her hands through my hair. All of a sudden I felt her hand on my cock through my pants. Not taking my mouth away from her nipple, I removed my pants in one swift motion, feeling her hand stray back to my stiff cock. "Touch my pussy Daddy" I complied, stroking my hand over her creamy thigh to between her legs. I ran a finger along her slit gently. "You're wet" I said softly. She just nodded, kissing me harder. It made me feel so hot. I wanted to take her then and there, but I wanted to take my time with my most precious daughter. I broke away, planting hot kisses down her trembling stomach. Kissing over her hips, kissing her thighs as I held her soft flesh under my hands. I could smell her arousal. I kissed all over her pussy as she opened her legs wider for me. She was completely open to my gaze. I could see her slick folds, her shiny pink clit peeking out at me from between her slightly parted lips. It was a sight I would remember for a very long time. I licked all over her pussy before lapping at the entrance to her cunt, tasting her nectar as she moaned, feeling my tongue on her most sensitive area. I licked all over her inner labia before I sought out her most delicate pearl, circling her clit with my tongue. "Oh Dad, that feels so good" she told me, looking down at me as I licked her. I concentrated on stroking her clit, my hand drifting to between her thighs as I licked her, sliding a finger inside her. Her walls felt so smooth under my fingertip. I slid another finger inside her, stroking her insides as I heard her moan. "Oh Dad, please, I think I'm going to come...Oh!" she told me urgently. I lapped at her clit faster, feeling her muscles begin to contract as she clamped down on my fingers. "Oh Dad!" she cried as she came, shuddering through her orgasm, her hands buried in my hair. I slid my fingers out of her cunt and pushed my tongue inside her as far as I could, tasting her. She removed her hands from my hair, tilting my chin up to look at her. "Dad, its time" she said softly. I knew what she meant. "Are you sure baby?" "Yes Dad, I want you." I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead, holding her close. She was giving me a very precious gift. "I'll always love you no matter what, you know that don't you?" She nodded. I kissed her soft lips, feeling her respond. She wrapped her arms around my neck and slipped her tongue into my mouth. She felt so good under my hands. "I love you baby" I murmured into her hair. "I want you now. Please put it inside me. I've wanted this for so long you don't know how much" She lay down and presented herself to me. I could see she was wet. Her shiny clit peeked out; her light pussy hair was no barrier to her pink insides. I could see everything. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, begging for attention. I lay on top of her and began to kiss all over them as she gasped, thrusting her hips up at me. She still trembled, but I could feel her desire. It was under my fingertips when I stroked between her legs, under her skin when I touched her and rose goose pimples. It was in her eyes. Cherie and Keith: The Discovery "...Please" "I'll make love to you like that boy never did" I whispered. I held my cock and stroked her clit with it. "Mmm ... I'm ready now! She pleaded. I thrust my cock into her slowly, she was so tight. She moaned when she felt me thrust all the way inside her. She writhed underneath me as I held onto her silky body. I began to make love to her, feeling her respond, moving her hips as I thrust into her over and over again. She gripped my shoulders, kissing them, running her tongue over my skin. She closed her eyes as I moved inside her. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. That perfect smile. "Yes, Dad, it feels so good" "It sure does, sweetie. You like me inside you?" "Mmm hmm" It felt amazing to be inside her. This beautiful young woman that was mine and mine alone. I felt her walls contracting as I thrust inside her. I was so aroused by her body, her expression as I thrust into her, the little whimpers and moans that emanated from deep inside her throat. I made love to her slowly, feeling every inch of her under my palm, feeling her hips rise and fall. "Dad?" "Yes?" I asked. "I want it harder. I want you to come inside me" I gazed at her pretty face. She looked into my eyes and smiled shyly. "Are you sure?" "I've wanted it for so long" That was all the encouragement that I needed. I thrust inside her faster, feeling her grip me as she moaned, feeling my cock reaching its climax. Her pussy felt amazing. I watched her face as she thrust back at me, throwing her head back, her soft cries spurring me on. I cried a deep, guttural moan as I felt myself coming, coming inside her as she held me. "Yes, Daddy. Yes" she moaned. "Oh, God" I felt the last emission of my semen being pumped into her body as she lay still, gripping me. We stayed there, holding each other. As close as two lovers can be. "Oh sweetheart, that was amazing. You are amazing" "I love you" she told me. "I love you too" I replied, kissing her all over her face. When I moved my face away I saw that she was crying. "Are you alright?" I was so worried. Had I hurt her? "No, Dad, it's alright," she continued, "I'm just so happy." I kissed her deeply, holding her close as we shared in our joy. Eventually I pulled out slowly and we lay next to each other, her hand on my chest as she snuggled up to me. I looked at her body, running my hands over her soft skin. The next day we woke up next to each other. It was now Saturday morning. We had the whole weekend to share in our newfound love for each other. "Come on," I told her, "Let's go downstairs and make breakfast" We trundled downstairs and I made her fried eggs on toast. I loved watching her eat. Knowing that she was properly nourished made me happy. We spent the whole morning and afternoon cuddling and watching romantic comedies on television. I read her some of my favourite poetry and she talked to me all about what she is studying and what she wants to do. Later on we took a hot bath together and went downstairs in our towels. We lay on the sofa on top of our towels as we dried off. I removed my towel, pulling my trousers on. She put her panties on then put on her camisole top but I remembered something. She lay down, her head resting in my lap. I pulled her camisole top up to expose her stomach. "You have a scar", I murmured, running my hand across her stomach. She had a flat, red scar that went from two ribs down from her breasts to the top of her belly button. She must have inflicted it upon herself almost a year ago now. "It reminds me of how much we loved Mum" she whispered, emotion coursing through her voice. "I loved your Mum so much," I said. "I love you, too. If you weren't here Cherie, I wouldn't be either". "Don't say that" she said, trembling. "It's true, love. Without you I would be nothing. What life would be worth living if I didn't have you?" She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Do you really mean it when you kiss me? Do you love me like you loved Mum?" she asked. "Yes, I do mean it. I love you. I ache to touch you, Cherie. You make me so happy. Even if you never let me touch you again, just you being here makes me happier than life itself ever could" She sat up, moving closer to me, her eyes glistening with tears. "Kiss me" she gulped. "Kiss me, Dad. I've wanted this for so long. I've been thinking of what it would be like to make love with you and now that I know, I don't want it to stop. Is that wrong?" "Baby, nothing ever felt so right" She leant forward, kissing me hard, her arms wrapped around my waist tightly. My hand drifted to her breast over her camisole top and I rubbed at her nipple under the thin fabric. She moaned and sat on my lap, wrapping her legs around me, my hardening cock rubbing up against her panties. She moaned and ground herself harder into me, sitting up so that there was space between us so that I could touch her. "Oh Dad, this feels so good. I can't believe we are doing this" I french kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth for her to suck on as she pulled her camisole down and pulled my hand back to her breast. I kneaded her breasts with both hands as she rocked her hips back and forth on my lap, her hair falling over her shoulder as she closed her eyes. She looked so beautiful, like a goddess. Her mouth was open as I watched her move, pressing herself harder into me. "I think we are going to have to take this upstairs before I have any more trouble with these trousers!" I told her. She smiled at me coyly. "Daddy lets go and fuck, I want to feel you inside me. Would you like that?" "A tight, sweet pussy like yours, my dear? Ooh, I'll have to think about that one" I said in mock concentration. She grinned and ran upstairs. "You've got to catch me first!" I ran up the stairs as fast as I could in just enough time to see her run into her bedroom. "You can't hide!" I said, walking into her room. I looked around. She must be under the bed, I mused. She has to be under the bed. I kneeled down to look underneath the bed, but to my surprise, she wasn't there. I heard the wardrobe door roll back behind me and saw her dart out of the room. Why didn't I think of that? I ran to catch up with her and cornered her in the bathroom. She smiled at me playfully. I had caught her. I grabbed her and began to tickle her. "Daddy, Daddy stop! Please!" she said loudly, trying to dodge my hands, but I was too fast for her. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. "Now, my dear Cherie, it's my turn" I said, holding her tightly. She smiled at me, like a Cheshire cat grin. "I was hoping you would say that" she whispered. "You're a woman and you're getting far too old to play these games" I said, my eyebrow cocked. "Well what are we going to do instead with all these years ahead of us, then hmm?" she asked slyly. "Adult stuff" I replied, throwing her on the bed. "Sounds promising" "Only if you stay at home" I replied. "I don't want a husband, Daddy, I want you" I took down my pants and stood there, my erection growing visibly in front of her haunting gaze. "Come here" she said, aroused. I walked up to her and stood in front of her, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking my growing hardness in her hand. Never taking her eyes off mine, she began to lick along the underside of my cock, which felt so good. "It's been so long, baby" I said wistfully. She nodded. She took me into her mouth and began to suck on the length of my cock, moving her lips up and down my shaft, working her magic on me. I groaned, running my hands through my hair as she sucked my cock. I watched her as her hot mouth moved along my length faster. I thought about how sexy she looked as she worked me, she looked hungry for it. She wanted it. "Baby, I'm going to come, I'm so close" she moved up and down on my cock faster, sucking me within an inch of her life, holding my ass as she moved her tight little mouth along my cock relentlessly. "Ohh" I groaned as I began to come, my thick sperm shooting into her, filling her mouth with my cream. I held her head as I emptied myself down her throat. I felt her swallow as she closed her mouth around me tighter, hugging my cock between her lips. I pulled away and my dick fell limp from her mouth to rest on the top of my thigh. "Jesus, Baby" I said, running my hand down her cheek. Some of my come had dribbled out of her mouth down her chin and I wiped it off with my finger and she took my digit into her mouth, licking off the last of my come. I stroked her face. "Oh darling that was wonderful" I said, kissing her on the head. "Dad, I'm hungry" she said. "I need to eat too you know!" I burst out laughing. It was just the way she said it. She is such a funny little minx. "Come on" I said, slapping her leg gently. "I'll make your favourite, stroganoff with white wine sauce?" She gave me a hug. But it was no ordinary hug. It was an embrace full of sexual promise. She pressed herself up against me in such a way that was not that of a daughter's touch. I suddenly felt rather warm. After dinner we sat down for a while to let our food digest, she was laying down on my lap, stretched out like a cat. I tickled her tummy and she smiled at me. I leant down and kissed her on the mouth firmly, enough to give her warning of my intentions. I moved my hand up under her top and she looked at me with a little half smile spread across her face. When I moved my hand up to cup the swell of her breast she put her hand over mine and squeezed it. I stroked her nipples until she started to squirm, pushing her hips up toward the ceiling. "Dad" she breathed, closing her eyes, sticking her chest out further for my affections as I stroked her two soft mountains of flesh gently. I lifted her top up, moving it above her breasts. Her tits were hard and rosy. I leant down and took one of them into my mouth, hearing her gasp as I tongued her succulent peaks, switching from one to the other until she took my hand and moved it down, down to the waistband of her shorts. She opened her eyes and stared at me longingly. "Please take me upstairs" she asked softly. She got up off of my lap and took my hand. I followed her upstairs, watching how her butt cheeks moved with every step she took, her young skin so soft and tender. We stepped into my room and she turned to me, mouth slightly open, looking at me wide eyed. She unbuttoned my shirt and pressed her body up against my chest, her hands moving up my back. I put my hands through her hair and kissed her passionately and she responded, slipping her shorts off and moving towards the bed. She pushed me down and sat on my thigh, rubbing her pussy along my leg as she moved. It tickled a little and she smiled. I kissed her hard as she ground herself onto me and suddenly felt wetness on my thigh. She began pumping her hand up and down my cock as she pleasured herself on me. She was so wet. Her pussy was still rubbing against my now slippery thigh as she kissed me with a passion. "Fuck me, Daddy" she asked insistently, moving off of my thigh. "Lay down" She moved up onto the bed further, not taking her eyes off of me. I got on the bed and lay on top of her, kissing her cheeks, her ears, her neck, her breasts, holding my cock and rubbing it up and down her slippery pussy. "Do you want me, baby?" "Yes" she moaned. "Do you want it now?" "Yes Daddy, please fuck me, please put it in" she writhed against me. I thrust into her in one quick motion. "Ahh!" she cried as she writhed against me, grabbing my strong arms as I held her. "Be a good girl for Daddy" I whispered, "Your pussy feels so good baby" She just moaned. I thrust into her harder, establishing a rhythm, her hips thrusting up to meet mine as I nibbled her neck. She bit down into my shoulder gently as I fucked her, mewing and coaxing me, squeezing my cock inside her. She made my cock feel so good. I thrust inside her and felt her opening her legs wider, welcoming me in. "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy" she panted. "Oh Baby, Daddy's coming" I gripped her tightly. I began to explode inside her. I came so hard. I felt her walls grip me tightly as I came inside her. I pulled out. Her pussy was filled with my come. I felt between her legs and felt my come leaking out of her tight cunt. I stroked her clit with my wet finger coated with my own fluid and she gasped. "Daddy, that felt so lovely. Can I come now?" "Of course darling. Anything you want" I stroked circles around her clit, feeling her hips respond underneath my hand. Her pussy was like an inferno. She was so hot and wet. "I need to come so bad" she said, her arm wrapped round my shoulder as I touched her. I stroked her clit faster as she closed her eyes. I leant down and took her nipple between my lips, tugging on it gently. "Ahh!" she cried as the combination took her over the edge. She came, her hips bucking against my hand as she gripped me tightly. She relaxed and I held her close to me, kissing her on head. "That was wonderful Daddy, thank you" she whispered, kissing me passionately. When she pulled away we were both breathless. I stared into her eyes. "You have made my life worth living, Cherie, just for being you" I whispered. "Wherever you go in your life I'll always be with you in my mind." "Dad, I'm not going anywhere" she replied. "I want to stay here with you. Today, tomorrow ... forever." Cherie Baby Although fiction, the character, Cherie is real in my mind. Most scenes that involve her, are dreams and fantasies that couldn't be bridged by time or space, and are wishes that couldn't be brought to life....... Enjoy * I am insatiable. I have been diagnosed as having a compulsive sexual disorder. I now masturbate, on average eight times a day. And each time it is successful. Most times I can cum two or three times. When my mother was diagnosed as being a nymphomaniac her psychiatrist told her that there was a good chance that I would have the same affliction. I really don't think she was very concerned about it. I knew that sometimes she would become frustrated when she couldn't climax. That's one of the symptoms, out of control behavior. Becoming frustrated sometimes that she couldn't have more orgasms, Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, she began visiting my bedroom late at night. Waking me up, she'd ask me to help her finish. It's just something that she sometimes needed help with. At first she just needed to see me standing nude in front of her and have me watch her masturbate. That would excite her enough and she would cum really hard and seem to be satisfied for a few hours. As time went on, she wanted to touch me. Sometimes just my hair or my skin, but soon she needed to touch my cunt. Later it got more intimate. She would have me touch or stroke her nipples, and soon I was suckling her so she could cum. About that time I began to get excited along with her. My first orgasm with a female partner just happened. I mean I never even had to touch myself, it just took over and happened. After that I was hooked and would actually wait for her to come and ask me to do things with her. My first oral experience was with my mom. I guess sucking her nipples could be considered oral, but I mean like, putting my mouth over her cunt and tasting her. That was a lot different. I began to get so wet just thinking about doing things to her, that my clit would swell up and sort of stick almost all the way out of its hood. Then came the time when she began touching my pussy and clit and licking and stroking me and I began having mind blowing orgasms. Now almost twenty, she and I began doing each other and I became as needy as she was. I don't know how her analyst found out about it but he did, and I was advised to get into some sort of rehab program for sexually compulsives. My particular symptoms consist of a persistent thoughts of fucking, although I never did that, but those thoughts were mostly satisfied by giving and receiving sexual pleasure with female friends and my mom. I experimented and one common way to satisfy myself was to hump a pillow or padded armrest or bolster. Ultimately I began to be promiscuous and entice strangers, all women, to experiment with me. Strangely, most of the girls I selected were willing to experiment and although a lot were straight, they were willing to at least try it once. The seduction of a woman was a turn on in itself. No explanation needed there. The compulsive masturbating when no partner wasn't available, was sort of a way of controlling my spells of aggressive behavior. The place I checked myself into was actually a finishing school of sorts, although it was located where we girls could have no contact with the outside world. I was there one year learning how to put on makeup, dress more seductively, proper table manners and all that crap. I am a bit of a narcissist and enjoy my figure. I can get off sitting nude in front of my mirror watching me fuck myself. We had classes six days a week and were given fifteen minute breaks every two hour for relaxation and... you guess what. All of us would make a dash for our rooms to relieve our tensions, then report to our next class. I have no problem cumming so I could get off in a matter of one or two minutes but some of the other girls would show up late. Everyone knew why. Since an hour a day was dedicated to exercise we all had great figures, and when you couple that with knowing how to use makeup and dress properly, we were the prettiest and sexiest bevy of sluts imaginable. Our house mother actually encouraged us to enjoy our bodies and Saturday evenings we would have these wine parties. They explained it away as calling them wine tasting sessions where we would have cheese and stuff, but we were never limited as to how much we drank. I don't know what they were trying to cure, because ultimately we all sort of paired off and would trib or fuck each other until we were too exhausted to go on. I was only satisfied for a couple of hours at a time so those of us who got needy during the night would roam the halls looking for others with trouble sleeping too. As soon as I was discharged I came into my portion of my inheritance. And now free to do as I pleased, I began by trying to wean myself away from being promiscuous with other women. That's how I met Mark. I was going to a class reunion and had no date. I contacted the agency that mom always used, and the girl behind the counter thought I wanted the same sort of service mom always wanted. I had to do some explaining, convincing her that I just wanted a nice good looking guy to escort me to a social event. Nothing more. I looked thru the book but didn't find anyone that was the clean college looking type I wanted. Then I saw the picture on her desk. "I want him." I explained. She shook her head. "That's my son. I don't think Mark would be interested," she explained. I had to have him and when I mentioned the exorbitant amount that I was willing to pay just to have him as an escort for six hours, she made a call and he agreed. She explained that he had a bad past experience and wasn't quite over it yet and really was girl shy. Just what I wanted I thought. I ended up making the wrong selection. He looked just like some sexy movie star, and for me that wasn't what I needed. Oh he would certainly make all the other girls jealous but it turned out that, that sort of backfired. When he picked me up at my place, I had on the most provocatively sexy outfit imaginable. Slinky, and slit up the sides, sort of a bit longer than a miniskirt, it ended up just at knee level. The slits allowed my to move more freely if I wanted to dance or move around a bit. I wanted to look the best at the reunion and being sort of a narcissist, the outfit I had selected actually had me wetting myself. When I opened the door and saw him, I knew I was going to have to battle my urge to have him all night long. I started undressing him in my mind and started to get wet. The fact that he was so shy somehow made him even more enticing. Among my sexual triggers are images, and this man was a real turn-on. I do have persistent thoughts of fucking and he wasn't exactly helping any. I was so flustered that I had to excuse myself and make one quick trip to my bedroom and get off and change my panties again. Thinking I had regained control, we went out and we went to his car. As I explained his part in this little charade, I had to keep staring away. I wanted him so fucking much I was wetting my panties and my girl cum was again flowing freely. I'm a profuse producer of..... Well.... Pussy juice? I was sort of proud of one thing... I had never been fucked by a guy and I had no experience with men. So I sort of thought that I was a ladies lady at least up to this point. Boy was I wrong. I had kept in touch with my classmates and fabricated this story that I was about to become engaged. Anyway Mark had to pretend to be my future husband, and I told him what he was to do. You know, be attentive, amorous and pretend to want me in front of my friends. Now those mental images of him in the nude again returned and I undressed him in my minds eye. As he drove, I confined my actions to just stroking his arm and licking his neck. I don't think he saw my hand moving up under my skirt because he was trying to concentrate on the road ahead, but I did manage to get off. I'm not used to stifling my groans but I manage it with just one or two little squeals as it happened. But now the taste of his skin and the fragrance of his aftershave were becoming overpowering. I simply had to touch his crotch. Fortunately we arrived just as I had placed one hand on his thigh and that broke the urge, at least temporarily. Walking in, we began to mingle with the others. I was clinging to him and getting edgy each time some woman would stop to chat. They were staring at him and not paying much attention to me and that was driving me crazy. Finally I leaned even closer to him and whispered... "Be more affectionate. Give me a kiss. Make like we can't resist each other." A few moments later he swung me around and put his arms around my waist and bowed his head. His lips met mine and he gave me the deepest kiss I have ever had. His tongue darted into my mouth and I felt my knees begin to give way. If he wasn't holding me I think I would have dropped to the floor but he held me firmly and pulled me close. That hug brought my breasts hard against his chest and I forced my cunt to press against his thigh. I felt it starting again. I held him against me. My hands at the back of his neck and I began returning his tongue kisses. It rose higher and higher until I began to actually begin humping his thigh and I orgasmed. If my mouth weren't locked to his I would have screamed but as it was, I simply moaned into his mouth. "Mmmmmmmffffff, mmmmmm, unffffffffffff." I don't know if he just thought I was letting him know how good the kiss was, or if he suspected what he had just made happen to me. I was rattled. I began to reel back but he grabbed me. At that point he had to know that his kiss was something special. He was now getting into the role I had envisioned. But that had it's drawbacks too. My cunt was secreting like a fountain and I had to go to the ladies room to get some paper towels to stuff into my panties. It might start to show. My thighs were sticky as I walked across the room and I kept looking over my shoulder, hoping that none of the other girls there would hold his attention while I was gone. It only took three or four minutes to clean myself. I had debated using my little vibrator and getting off again but decided not to waste the time. I wanted to get back to him. Strangely I was so enamored by him that I was becoming possessive. I couldn't stand the thought of his cock sliding into some whores cunt. He belonged to me. Sure enough there were two singles chatting with him and one had her hand on his arm. I was getting out of control and almost tripped as I hurried back to him. Pushing the girls aside I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and drawing his lips to mine. The two girls fled, and I enjoyed one of the longest and most intense kisses imaginable. I loved the taste of him. Everything about him turned me on. I sucked his tongue, nibbled on his lower lip, ground my breasts hard against his chest and straddled his thigh trying to rub my cunt against him. I probably made a fool of myself the way I hung onnto him, but he was nice and put up with it. After three hours we made excuses and said our good byes. I still had two and a half hours of his time left and I wanted him back at my place. The clock was running and I was getting those compulsive urges again. I had never had a mans cock in me. I had never even seen one in real life. My only experiences were with other girls and occasionally we would use strap on dildos or suck on a dildo that we had gotten wet in someone's cunt. Nothing for real. But I was damn well anxious to have his cock in me. And suck on his, for real. Even the thought of seeing him nude and hard had me panting. His mother had said, "he's strictly on the up and up." I wanted him to be on the up and up all right. Up inside of me. I increased my proposition by upping the ante. I asked if an additional thousand would be enough to spend the next twenty four hours with me. He must have thought I was crazy. The way he looked at me quizzically, was cute, but he must have suspected he'd have to be more than an escort. Then he explained. "Cherie, Look you're a beautiful young girl but I almost got in trouble with a girl in college and I can't risk getting another person in trouble again. You must understand that." I felt my heart jump. I had him. "I cant have kids. I can't get pregnant. I'm safe. We can do whatever we want and nothing bad can happen. And I just want you to accept my money in exchange for spending some time with me. Won't you please? I'll be good for you and I think you feel the same way about me. Your kisses told me that." "Your sure about this. I mean you wouldn't lie to me would you?" he asked. "Honest to god Mark. I'm fixed. I promise." I suppose everything I had been holding in boiled over at that point. My cunt was doing its dance and squeezing the wetness out with each contraction. My breasts rose and fell as my breath came in short gasps and my nipples turned into points of the most erotic sensations imaginable. Once inside my apartment I literally tore my clothes off and turning to him, threw my body at him. He reeled back and lost his balance, ending up sitting on the sofa. I went for his lips again, and nearly smothered him with kisses as my hands worked at the buttons of his shirt. That was easy, his belt buckle was more of a job, but once I had that open his zipper slid down and I reached inside. I slumped off his lap and onto the floor. As he took his shirt off, I worked on his slacks and briefs. As I gazed up I gasped...... "Oh my god... Oh fuck,... your beautiful. God Mark your big. Baby, you are so fucking beautiful....so big and Oh god, I think I'm gonna cum right here, just looking at it." I wasn't lying. I was getting close and my cunt was doing a dance just waiting to be touched or something. I grabbed his cock in one hand and moved up into his lap and pressed my mouth to his. As our tongues dueled, I felt him begin to swell in my palm and my fingers began to be forced open as his cock got longer and thicker. "Oh babee, I want you so much. Tell me what you want me to do. This is my first time....... Really, it is!" I gasped. My body is lithe and I'm not very heavy so he had no problem sliding his forearm under my thighs and his other arm around my back. He lifted me like a toy before searching the room. I whispered. "The bedroom...Just thru the doorway. Oh god how I want you Baby." Two nude bodies, hot and close, and with my arms around his neck, my breasts jiggling slightly, was something I had only held in my mind. It was one of my favorite fantasies and I used it often when I needed help at night. As he carried me I was nearly insane with the need to make love with him! The suppressed needs came to life and I needed the fire to be quenched. He had barely lain me on the bed before he covered me with his body. My mouth needed him. My breasts, now slick with perspiration slid back and forth across his chest. My nipples, already swollen, were excited at the prospect of having him suck them. My cunt was anxious for him. Dreams were about to come to life. I wanted him to penetrate, and stretch me open and fill me with cum. Oh god how I needed that. I needed the warm fluid to pump inside me and flush my womb. I wrapped my body around his. My arms around his neck, my legs around his thighs and my ankles locked tightly together. My mouth against his, wide open as I breathed his breath. I nibbled at his lips, my tongue drew circles, tracing them. Sometimes darting into his mouth and sometimes sucking on his tongue. And now his hands began to move. So warm and soft, they gently began to caress my body. Places that never excited me became erotic under his fingertips. I began to softly moan. He was in no hurry. Everything was slow and gentle. It was almost as if I were some surreal apparition, a specter that thrived on his touch to exist. Kisses moved from my lips and now found other homes. My eyelids closed and yet more kisses sent thrills thru my body. The point where my shoulder meets my neck was suddenly stroked with his tongue. My body writhed. He was washing me with his tongue. I set him free and lifted my arms and spread them wide, welcoming his mouth, his touch his breath, he was devouring me. His hands move over my body as if searching for something that he never found. My tummy was touched as if by a feather. The titillating softness that a warm breeze might taunt a body with, were the touches of his fingers. Moments passed and he drew his fingers across my hips, searching and giving pleasure with each passing moment. Then I felt his warm breath at the hollow of my throat and his warm hand moved to the top of my thigh. I moved my legs apart, welcoming his touch. I felt a warm kiss under my chin, then he dragged his tongue down. A hot breath just between my breasts was making me moan even louder, urging him on. His hand moved from the top of my thigh, to the soft inner surface just next to my puffy cunt. At that instant I felt his open mouth close over my nipple and his hand move to hold my cunt. I melted. I opened my mouth and drew a deep breath. I wasn't here. I was someplace else. In some illusionary space. A sublime world of sensations with psychedelic lights hypnotizing my mind. I didn't even realize what I was doing. I was cumming so intensely that my body began to spasm. First heaving up, then my legs flailed out only to clamp together repeatedly. My hands grasped anything and everything within reach. I beat at his back and still he kept doing it to me. He was relentless and his sucking mouth was doing things to my nipples. Some phantom connection was sending signals to my cunt, telling it to convulse and climax over and over again. I cried out......... "Nooooooooooo oh my god Noooooooooo, Don't let him stop. More! Yes, keep going. Again. Oh my fucking cunt's doing flip flops. Don't ever stop it." When I thought my body couldn't take any more he traded places. I mean he replaced his hand with his mouth, and his mouth with his hand. For a brief moment there was an interlude during which my sensations went haywire. I was panting and gasping for breath. I was huffing and puffing when it started all over again, but now I was struggling to stay conscious. Visions formed in my mind. Surreal images of men ravishing my cunt and of me sucking cocks, one after the other, and each was filling my mouth with jets of warm cum. Suddenly he was over me again, but now his cock was within my mouth and he was doing the most erotic things to my cunt with his tongue. I found myself doing what I had only dreamed of before. I had his cock in my mouth. I felt the soft veneer of his hard shaft sliding in and out of my pursed lips and the crown of his cock sliding in and out of my throat. I wanted to gag but resisted, and suddenly the urge left me. When sensations gathered, I was delirious. I was sucking a hard cock and he was doing things to my pussy that were completely new to me. Add to that the feeling of his fingers stroking the tiny bud that is the portal to my ass and everything joined together to create one explosive orgasm. I was dazed and moaning like never before. I wanted it to stop but one climax would end only to be replaced by another seconds later. Like waves rushing upon a shore each took my sanity away like sands in a storm. I went limp. Weeping like a baby I lay next to his hot body and held on tightly. I couldn't release him. I had to finish with him inside me and I wouldn't let him go until I felt that. Time passed and kisses continued. I stroked his back and his body, I nibbled at his chest, capturing his tiny nipples between hungry lips and I kept him aroused by clutching and squeezing his cock. It never went down. He was hard as a rock and yet the firmness was so different than the feeling of the dildo's I was used to. It was hot to the touch and yet soft to stroke. Cherie Baby I needed him inside the sheath of my pussy and I wanted so desperately to feel him stretching me open. I wanted to take him deep and feel his cock beat against my deepest parts and then feel my envelope collapse as he drew back and reentered. Holding him close, my breasts clamped against his broad chest, I rolled him over on top of me and he knew. He knew what I wanted and my body became one with his. I felt him drag the head of his slippery cock up and down the pleats and folds of my cunt, searching for my entrance. Finding it, he teased it in. It took my breath away. He held himself up and now knelt between my spread legs. With his knees between my thighs, he leaned slightly forward and his ass slowly moved towards me. I felt my pussy slowly open, parting as he moved in. Taunting me, he drew slightly back before again moving in. Yes, oh dear god yes, my cunt began to expand, then contract with each nudge, and the unbelievable thrills of being fucked began. I need very little play on my clit to have an orgasm. My mind does that for me. And he had primed me using his mouth earlier. I was ripe and ever so close to cumming that I was delirious. Slowly he moved in and out and leaning forward he began to toy with my nipples using his fingers. I cried out. "I need it! I need more! Yess, oh god yess, now! Coming Baby. Yeah, keep going. I love it. Fuck yes, oh god you feel so good." My eyes opened wide. My mouth was suddenly flooded with saliva and I called out to him. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! OH SHIT I'M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK! OH DEAR GOD THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD BABY! The best. Yeah, oh yes, yes, yes, like that!" I went from one to the next, and each was as strong and intense as the other but when I thought it couldn't possibly continue, Brad gasped. "Cherie, I'm gonna cum. I cant stop it. Cherie, Cherie, I'm cumming!" I felt him pause. He clutched my breasts and squeezed my nipples firmly. I felt him bolt slightly with each jet of warm thick cum he was pumping into me. Again and again, over and over he would spasm and slowly he filled me to overflowing. Then, almost leisurely, he began pumping his cock in and out again. Now very slick and slippery sounds began to fill the room and my ardor rose again. If he was willing, I wanted to take his cock up the back way. I stared into his face and softly asked: "would you? Would you take me again? Up the back way? I never........... But I want to do it that way. Will you?.....Please?" With only a nod, he drew out of my cunt and digging my heels in, I lifted my ass high as he nudged his slippery cock to the very tiny star and pressed forward. At first I thought it wouldn't happen. Then I tried to relax and go as limp as possible. Suddenly I felt a slight stinging sensation. Not hurting, but definitely different. Then I watched his face staring into space as if concentrating. Then another thrust and he was inside my ass. I reached down and inserted two fingers into my pulsing cunt and scooped out a gob of our mixed cum and brought it to my mouth as he ravished my ass. My mind is a marvelous thing. Just the knowledge of what we were doing was enough to bring on one of the most prolonged orgasms I had ever had. He was fucking my ass and I was deliriously caught up in the sensation....... Enough is enough at least for a while. We showered and did a little fooling around under the hot water before going out to dinner. I kept thinking.......... I have him for another day but that's when he handed the roll of bills back to me. The ones I had given earlier and he whispered. I don't want this. I just want you. Can we just be boyfriend and girlfriend and see where it goes? I was floating on clouds. But then there was mom, and I knew I'd have to bring him over and introduce him. That was frightening. Two days later we were at her house and I watched mom's expression when they met. Hunger has many forms but her's was so obvious that I almost hated her. I had warned Brad but he said he could cope with her, even her problem. By now he knew both mom and I were very,............ well, ... highly sexed? Mom and I sat on the sofa, Brad sat in an overstuffed chair across from us. Immediately mom patted the sofa and motioned for him to come over. He got up and sat between us. Mom's hand immediately rested on his knee and that hunger in her eyes spoke volumes. She wanted him. In some perverted way, I was proud. Sort of like when a cat brings home a mouse to show how good a hunter they are. Well maybe not quite that way but I got a rush just watching my mother drool over my Mark. Although seventeen years separated mom and I in age, she looked as if she could have been my sister. As she began to let her hand creep up Marks leg towards his crotch she stared at me before asking: "Is he big? I mean, you know. I was just wondering." I nodded yes and as she began massaging his cock thru his slacks. She wet her lips and went on questioning me. "Would you be upset with me if I suggested that we three...sort of became more of a family? I mean if you and Mark maybe.... Perhaps.... We could. Well family's are more close knit when intimate bonds are formed. You know er...... like sharing?" "Aww come on mom, we know you want a menage a trois. A threesome. For gods sake stop playing your sneaky games. Come right out and say it. You want to suck his cock, and fuck him and have me join in!" Her head lifted up and her shocked expression turned to a warm smile............... "You know me too well my little princess. Did you warn him? Would he be willing?" I smiled back and almost in a whisper answered. "Yes to both questions. I warned him, and yes, he wants to please you and be a part of our family." She stood and, almost as if doing a striptease, began to take her clothes off. With each thing she removed, she would do a seductive little wiggle or turn. By the time she was stripped down to nothing she had wiggled her beautiful ass, held her breasts up and sucked on her own nipple and as a grand finally, slowly turned to Mark and teased her middle two fingers into her cunt. Taking them out she put them in her mouth and murmured, "Mmmmm, good." It was quite a show, but one I had seen before, but I responded as I always did. I began to get wet. Looking at Mark's cock, the obvious became apparent. He was getting hard and very horny. Next it was my turn, as mom sank to the sofa beside him, I stood and began to do my little thing. I more or less kept my back to them. Stripping down, I like turning at the last moment. The girls at school seemed to enjoy the sudden sight of me standing in front of them nude. Mom has a beautiful body. Slim waist and supple perky breasts with slightly darkened nipples. I had inherited her best features and also had a flawless body, but where her hair is a blonde mine is more of a dark auburn. She wears it as a sleek a-line bob with bangs, I wear mine just a bit longer, a shoulder length shag. Where mom is described by others as a perfect ten, I can be a bit more specific about myself. Cup size C, 116 lbs., 5'7", I wear a size 4 dress. My waist is very narrow and my eyes are blue green. Like mom, I shave my pussy and love to tan in the nude so there are no tan lines. Anyway............ We both took our places on either side of Mark and as I unbuttoned his shirt, mom unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. He shrugged out of his shirt and his bare chest came into view. Mom gasped. I don't know if it was at the sight of his broad chest or if she had just discovered his cock. He helped by lifting up and mom pulled his slacks down and with them his briefs. She ogled his cock while slowly working her curled fingers around its smooth surface and sliding them up and down. I had shaved around his cock this morning knowing that mom always got hot seeing pictures of men like that. Mark was cut. Which meant that every beautiful thing about that cock was on display. He was my stud and I was proud to show him. And I wanted mom to drool over what I had. As I had expected and even warned Mark to expect, she was stroking him frantically now and I watched, admiring how she worked her hand up and down his cock. Not grasping too tightly, but just enough so her curled forefinger and thumb teased the rim of its crown with each upward stroke. He was enormous by now but yet still rather dry. Mom couldn't control herself and bowed her head and pursing her lips, thrust down. She wasn't able to take his cock all the way down her throat because of the way she was positioned but as she worked her mouth up and down I reached over as I had so often done before and finding the cowl that covered moms clit, began to work it back and forth. This forced her swollen clit to sort of pop out and then vanish back in. I began to do this rapidly and she suddenly stopped sucking on his cock and let it go. Squealing aloud she announced: "Oh fuck I'm cumming honey. You're doing it to me like always. Oh baby it's coming now. Oh my god, Oh my god I am, sweetheart, I'm coming for mommy's little baby! Yeah, oh yeah!" My face was covered with mom's juicy cum and I looked at Mark. He was toying with his hard cock and had this funny smile on his face. Having just finished mom, I crawled over to his lap and pushing his hand away, began sucking his cock. Well not just sucking, but twisting and turning my lips tightly around its head. I would pause every few seconds to draw my tongue up its underside. Beginning just below his balls right up to its crown. Mom lay there in a stupor watching me and when she saw the small crystal droplet of precum form atop his cock, she joined me. Trading off she began sucking as I fondled his balls and took them into my mouth I gingerly sucked and rolled them with my tongue. Suddenly I felt moms fingers sliding over my tummy and delving into my pussy. She was searching for my clit the way she had always done. I spread my legs to welcome her search and took over Mark's cock again. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer and crawled up on the couch beside him and kneeling on the cushion, rested my arms on the back. He stood up and move behind me and my mother guided his rigid cock to my cunt. I suppose it was too much for her too because she knelt right beside me, taking the same position as I had and pressed her hip against mine. By now he was buried deep in my cunt and was beginning to stroke hard and deep. The soft slapping sound of his thighs smacking against my ass was resounding thru the room and mom nudged her body against me. I knew what she wanted. And so did Mark. He began to draw out and swivel his hips just enough to penetrate moms cunt. He began pumping her several times before moving back to me. Back and forth he did this and the thought that he was taking his cock, wet with mom's cum out and inserting it into me was simply too much. I sobbed to mom. "I'm cumming mom, oh god I'm there! Oh god mark that feels so good. Oh dear god don't stop now. Keep going! Fuck us faster baby! Fuck us both. Oh shit, here it comes! I need it! I need more. Oh yeah, yessss!" No sooner than I had cum, he moved his cock to the right and plunged it deep into mom. I listened to the pat-a-pat as his thighs spanked her ass. Her juicy cunt was making a squishy sound and I had to get involved again. I began smacking her ass with the palm of my hand. I mean really smacking her hard. It sounded like a loud crack each time my palm spanked her and suddenly she cried out. "Unh, unh, unh, Oooh, unh, unh,...... Gotta cum. Need it now! Close Mark. Getting close boy. Oh yeah, yes, oh yessss here it comes. It's now, I am I am Oh god I am! Oh yes, I need more! Aaaaahhhh, Ohmygod, Yeaahhhh it's happening... I can't stop it!" What happened next was surreal,... wondrously erotic and, for me, so salacious that it's hard to describe. As we had done before, mom laid on her back and I lay atop her. Her head hung off the edge of the sofa and I went down on her cunt with open mouth. I was kneeling above her, with my knees drawn almost up to my breasts and I began to lap at her cunt. She was doing the same to me when I felt Mark's rigid shaft spread my pussy open. He was moving deep inside me and mom was sucking at my clit and doing crazy weird things with her tongue. Her head hung back and as Mark fucked me she was lapping first at his balls, then at the juicy cum seeping out of my pussy. Actually it was of my own making and served to keep me slippery as he continued to stretch me open and thrust deep into me. Now he would pause and lower his cock and fuck moms mouth.. With her head hanging back his cock actually was going down her throat and his balls were nestling against her nose. Then he would draw out and again begin to pummel my cunt. I tried to ignore the sensations that were becoming stronger with each stroke. Almost as if choreographed he was moving his cock from my cunt to my mothers mouth and then back up. Then, like Pavlov's dog, my mother began to cum in my mouth. I had cried out to Mark that I was getting close. He let out a low grunt and clutched my hips, drew me back hard onto his cock and moaned. "Me too. It's coming Cherie. Take it sweetheart. Oh god I'm giving it to you!" He pumped cum deep into my cunt and as the convulsive jets began to slow, he pulled out and thrust his cock into moms waiting mouth. Still spurting, he finished, filling her mouth with his last remaining sperm. Still mom seemed unsatisfied, and having swallowed his cum, she sucked and licked his cock clean before lifting her head slightly. Now she was in position to again lap at my cunt. I was still quaking from the intensity of my orgasm when she began to suck up what Mark and I had created. I continued to contract and I know with each, more cum was being forced out, slumping down to fill her thirsty mouth. Maybe we could be classified as depraved, but I didn't give a fuck. We enjoyed each other, and who gives a shit what we do behind closed doors anyway. Mark wouldn't commit to marriage, but moved in with us. After all, we were servicing him as two wives and lovers might, and we each had our own specialty. Fortunately Mark was a man who could stay hard for hours on end, especially when enticed by our special need for unending sex.