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Josie

By: SNAGuy



Josie is on the bed, ready for fun. She's looking up at me, on my side, smiling her smile. 

Why she's on my side, I don't know. Is it my scent in the bedclothes, familiar to her after just a few months? I know her scent too, or should I say her scents? There are many. When it's Sunday morning, we're sleeping in, I spoon into her body. She nestles back against me, sleeping still. There's her scent, there in the nape of her neck, her hair. I breathe it in deeply, basking in it. Lying against her, breathing her in, it makes me love her even more. I feel overwhelmed by it. The luckiest man alive, thank God for her, thank God for her. She's with me, sleeping, with me, together, in love.

She has many scents, the perfumes she wears. Some days it's vanilla, other times cinnamon, sometimes something new. But it's always subtle, almost not there at all. It's as if she hints at it, not wanting me to be sure of it. Tantalizing me, smiling that smile of hers all the while, knowing what she does to me. Do you smell something today? No? You're not sure? You want to find out, don't you? Inviting, teasing me closer, to kiss her cheek, and there, above the button of her blouse, on the soft curve of her neck. Yes.

My favourite scent is when she's fresh out of the shower, talced, soft, clean, naked under her terry robe. Is it her code, a signal, her invitation? She's saying, yes. Come. I'm ready now, ready for you, for us together. I know it's how you like me. I know what it does for you. I know that when it does this to you, we will be partners in my pleasure. And she's right. She knows me, like she's inside my head when she's like this. We take our time, hold each other, talk quietly, kiss tenderly. She relaxes, I can feel her body melt into me. I feel desired, I feel her craving, not urgent, but sincere.

I revel in her scent, the feel of her soft skin, her slenderness. The look of her skin when she slowly opens the robe to frame her breasts, lets me lift it off her shoulders, lets it drop to the floor. I feel the breathtaking intimacy of skin on skin, so smooth. Touching her, gentle squeezes, tracing my fingertips over her lovely face, her breasts, her stomach. The perfect skin, so soft, on the inside of her thighs. 

I love her fresh scent, her honey taste when I kiss her there, when I worship her there with my lips, my tongue She quivers, trembles in her pleasure, but the pleasure is for me as well. I kiss her there, gently probe her folds deeply with my tongue. I slide my tongue, broad and flat, from the bottom, slowly, stopping just below her bud. A light flick there, a pause, waiting for her arousal to crave it, then a slow circle where she has to have it, must have it. Another circle, a pause, drawing her lips between mine, teasing them, holding them there. Circling, pausing, long slow licks.

I love the sound of her soft sighs as she blossoms for me. I love how it builds in her, her breath shuddering, holding, her long sighs. I love her soft moans as she resigns herself to me. Soon their pitch rises, start into their rhythm, broken only by sudden intakes of breath as her arousal climbs, as I play with her. I build it up slowly with her, listening, feeling her cues, her responses. Taking her close, holding her there, holding her as her craving becomes insistent, irresistible. Kissing, probing, circling with my tongue, setting a rhythm, then taking it away, starting something new. My fingers are deep in her wetness as my tongue adores her pussy. My thumb softly, wetly circles below, not pushing in, but teasing. I feel her tension build, her quivers telling me when she is close, prolonging, prolonging, holding her at her peak. She can't control it anymore. I decide it, decide when she can have it, when to take her over the precipice. Wait, wait, her body is taut steel. Wait...

It begins for her, the blessed searing spasm. Her body releases and she comes, a groan that would be pain if it weren't exquisite pleasure. We are together in it. We ride her wild waves, together, thrilling in them, enjoying every convulsion, the glorious pauses between. We are together, together as her coming subsides, longer pauses between her pulses, the last one always a surprise, seconds after we think she is done, her body having its last laugh. 

When it all began for us last April, she shook me up, rearranged my world. She was beyond a fantasy, unreal, not the way the world works. I didn't trust it, felt it was a cruel trick that would hurt me in the end. It was the age difference that worried me.

What does she see, I wonder, more than twenty years between us. Her whole life is ahead of her. There is time for her dreams, time for mistakes, so many exciting ways for her to go that she must thrill at the possibilities.

For me, for all men my age, there is a time, a bad time, when we realize we're closer to the end than the beginning. Like a dying fire, we struggle with it, trying to convince ourselves that it's not true, that we are what we once were. But the evidence accumulates, and then comes resignation, acceptance of defeat. There are no NHL scouts in the stands in our pickup hockey games. The career is comfortable enough, but it's topped out. We aren't going to sail around the world, aren't going to write the great novel. We are ordinary, will remain ordinary. There is less drive for physical intimacy, less sensation when we have it, trouble getting hard, staying hard.

The hardest part is recognizing that the young beauties, the sleek gazelles, are no longer for us, the middle-aged. They will never be interested in us ever again. No, they are for the young lions. We watch them, see them flirt with horny, brash youngsters, fit and trim. They spend an hour in front of the mirror every morning but these boys haven't a clue, haven't a clue. We see them on the hunt, seeking sex, not love. And the worst, we picture young couples closing the door on the bedroom as the clothes fly, leaving us out, forever. For us, those days are gone and they aren't coming back.

But Josie shattered that reality, what I thought was my reality. We met on the street on a beautiful late-March Saturday, a chance encounter. She was with her friend Jenn a former student. She waited after we were introduced, standing back, watching as my handshake with Jenn turned into a big arms-around hug. She was quiet and patient as Jenn and I caught up, talked about my colleagues, her teachers, some of them retired, some still going strong. Both of us glad to see each other again after a few years. There was another hug, goodbye this time, and Josie watched it. Our eyes met and held, a moment, and then she smiled her smile.

What was that, I thought. There was something there, in her eyes, I was sure, but I couldn't read it. It's not her reaction to Jenn and me, I thought, as her mouth had widened, lips together, eyes locked onto mine. Her unknown thoughts. Josie's unknowable thoughts.

Jenn released me and I returned into the world. Smiling, saying the right things, goodbye. But inside, slapping myself. No. No, stupid man, you are imagining it, the fantasy of a fifty year old fool. The young gazelles, those days are over.

I couldn't stop my thoughts of her, my uncertainty, the image of her eyes hovering in my mind. Our eyes had locked, her smile, was it real, was it really there?

On Monday, beyond belief, her call came, my number at the College easy for her to find. As if she knew, knew that I couldn't forget the moment between us, she said only, It's Josie calling. No reminder, no re-introduction, no playing back of the scene on the street with Jenn. I remembered it all too, remembered her, remembered her eyes, the mystery of her smile. I could picture her face in my mind, hadn't shaken it since her eyes had been on me. And here she was on the line, making conversation. What do you teach? How long have you been doing that? Do you like it? What about your spare time? My mind raced at this, wondering where she was going, why she had called. I assumed she was building up to something having to do with her friend Jenn, maybe to ask a favour. Why wouldn't she just ask?

But then, there were the words so completely unexpected. I'd like it if we could get together sometime, for coffee, maybe for lunch. It wasn't a question, would you like to? No, it was, I'd like it if, a statement, to me it was much more than a statement, it was her disclosure. An invitation, yes, but it was how she said it, laying it out for me, letting me see it, her intention, her interest, her interest in me.

I was stunned. It shook me, disoriented me, shoved aside my concept of how it all was. My middle-aged resignation, too many years of feeling undesired, it was all shattered in an instant by her words. She says that I didn't answer for long seconds. She says that she laughed at that, at her effect on me, her power over me.

I remember an explosion of chaos in my mind, nonsensical thoughts. This was Jenn was putting her up to a joke. How cruel! What had I done to deserve it anyway? Jenn and I got on well. And this wasn't something Jenn would do anyway. Maybe Josie had been my student too, teasing me because I had forgotten her, a prank call. But no, that would be absurd. And I would never forget that face, that smile.

I felt flattered, flustered, embarrassed. Incredibly, I felt amused, not by the absurdity of a young woman's approach to a middle-aged man, but at the vacuum of my forgetfulness, my inability to respond to her. How in the patterns of my life I'd forgotten what it felt like to be the object of another person's attraction, forgotten what to say, what to do.

But in time, as I regained my bearings, as I felt the chaos flutter to the ground, the thought that settled in me was blessed gratitude for clear skies, for a future, for happiness in this world, for Josie. 

I remember hearing my voice, amazed at what it said, disembodied. I remember how gentle it sounded, how calm it was, so different from the scrambled chaos in my mind moments before.

I'd really like that too, Josie, I said.

My memories from that first lunch are pristine. Like the electric thrill when I first saw her again as she strode toward me, her face lit up with sparkling eyes, a confident, eager smile. Like her surprising slenderness when we hugged on the street. The profile of her face as she swept past me through the door, lovely. And her scent, the now familiar vanilla, as I helped her with her overcoat. I remember the casual stylishness of her clothes that day, the jeans, fitting well, not too tight. The cream-coloured, blousy, long-sleeved shirt, tucked in. The deep V at her throat, her lovely collarbones, the delicate gold chain. I remember the warmth I felt when she reached across the table to touch my forearm, emphasizing her words. 

Almost immediately, there was intimate connection, a wonderful, genuine closeness. She told me of her joyful times, her sadnesses too. We shared these, we listened to each other, happily, wistfully.

We saw each other again a few days after and I knew that my life had changed, that there was a future of love, that the loneliness, the disappointment, was gone forever. Now, just a few short months later, I'm living the impossible, more than twenty years between us, wondrous at the mystery of attraction.

From the beginning, when I first saw her on the street, there was something about her smiles. They defined her, shaped her face. Sometimes, she smiled demurely, her lovely full lower lip a beautiful arch below her white teeth. It was like a grin, some mischief in it perhaps, but different somehow, warmer and more sincere. In these smiles, she lowered her face the tiniest amount, presenting her eyes, large, sparkling, making them the focus. At other times, she gave me her laughing smile. Instantaneous, I watched her eyes, her intelligence, sparkle quickly. Then they would close, she would throw her head back and laugh. In a good one, she'd come back down, cross one arm across her stomach to hold herself, her other hand covering her mouth, but again the eyes, peeking out above her hand, saying it all. 

But my favourite smile, the one she gave me on the street, isn't her reaction to something. It's the one that comes from inside her, the one that doesn't seem to need a reason. It isn't gleeful or spontaneous. No, it starts in her basic gentleness, her inner peace, the foundation of her complexity. It's the one that takes its time, starts subtly, develops slowly. It is the smile of a uniquely beautiful young woman, but it shows her girlishness at the same time. In this smile her lips do not part. They are drawn together thoughtfully, or is it wickedly, wide across her face. It is in her eyes, not large and round like they are in her other smiles. No, in this smile, her eyes narrow imperceptibly, curiously, her left eye just slightly more than her right. They hide her mystery. I know that it comes from a thought she's having, perhaps a feeling, but what is it? The eyes say that something is there, but they won't reveal the thought. It is her allure, a smile that is hard to discern, an enigma. It is a smile that teases, that says, no, it isn't so easy. You're going to have to take a chance, figure it out, to try me. There is just the faintest hint of mocking in it. Is it mischief or is it desire, her confident sexuality?

This is the smile she has given me moments ago, wordlessly, standing before me, hands on my shoulders, at arms length. It is the smile that never wavered as she let her hands drop. The smile that taunted me as she undid the button of her jeans, lowered the zipper, wiggled their tightness over her slim hips. It never flinched as she crossed her arms in front of her, grasped the t-shirt at her waist. It held on, knowing its effect, as she peeled the shirt off, her breasts, the white bra, lifting so beautifully.

She smiles still, reclining on the bed, propped on her left elbow. She hasn't wavered, I know it, but I can't stop myself from gazing at her slim beauty, the femininity of her simple white bra and panties. She smiles as she offers me the gift of her slender body, long legs, the curve of her bottom, her hips, the softness of her breasts.

Josie is on the bed, ready for fun. With me.

Josie: An Father/Daughter Story



Josie had returned home for Christmas after spending most of the year away at college. An undergraduate at a prestigious west coast university (where she had a basketball scholarship that in turn enabled her to study vet science) Josie was a vivacious if socially awkward 19 year old. Unwilling to go through all the silliness of fraternity life she had lived off campus by herself in a modest apartment and whilst it was comfortable and clean her first home-away-from-home wasn't where she wanted to be this festive season. She needed to be back home with her family, more specifically her dad Robert and her cat Felix. It was the time of the year when she could relieve some of her homesickness. 

Since her mother died when she was only 2 Josie only had her father to bring her up, guide her through school, feed, clothe, protect and most importantly love her. They formed an incredibly tight bond and in many ways were more like friends than father and daughter. There was her Aunt Kathy who sometimes came to stay during school vacations, and when Josie got older helped the young girl learn a few essential facts of life that her father would've felt uncomfortable talking about. Robert (a self-employed builder) was a burly man's man, the kind that usually didn't go into anything that was 'girly'. Yet when it came to his sweet daughter Josie he gave to her lots of pretty things plus most importantly made sure she understood that he would always love her. Secure in this strong paternal bond Josie grew up always at her happiest when she was with her dad. 

Being a strong believer in self-improvement and bettering oneself Robert had made damn sure that when Josie's sporting prowess and interest in animals opened a door for a veterinarian's course at a good university on the other side of the country he was under no illusions that he should help his daughter make the leap away from home. Even though it was going to be hard not to have her around the house, brightening his days with her smile, her hugs goodnight and the little girlish hints round the house she gave, Robert accepted that Josie was a growing young woman and needed to find herself. So when Josie finally walked through the front door of their family home on the morning of Christmas Eve he was filled with a great feeling of love for her. Okay, so Felix was wrapping himself around the girl's legs as she struggled with her bags through the door way, the cat obviously pleased to see Josie back, but it was Robert who took the most joy from her return. 

Dusting the snow off her heavy jacket the young brunette finally released her luggage and let her father grab her in the big warm embrace she'd not felt for over 8 months. "How's my beautiful girl?" he asked her, drawing back a little so he could see how much Josie had grown. Or perhaps to reassure himself this wasn't a dream, one that he'd been having every day since she told him on the phone she was coming home for Christmas. "You're quite the grown up honey!" Robert enthused, for even though the shapeless pink jacket hide most of her torso Josie's dad could still see that the last few months away had added some feminine curves to his daughter. 

"Awww daddy!" Josie sighed as she returned to her father's hugging arms. "I've missed you so much." Then looking down at the purring cat at her feet "Oh yes...I missed you too Felix." The cat meowed a greeting back then slunk off giving his owners some more space. "Daddy...I'm like so happy to be home. Missed the snow, the house, Felix...but most of all...you." Pecking her dad's blushing cheek with a big kiss Josie shuffled reluctantly out of her dad's arms and stripped off her heavy winter jacket. As her father stood somewhat gobsmacked Josie revealed under the coat lay an incredibly tight turtle neck which molded around her sizable bust closer than skin itself could.

"Ummmm...Josie....." Robert stuttered, reaching to pick up his daughter's baggage whilst at the same time letting his eyes stare almost unnaturally at the girl who he had once nursed on his knee, told fairy tales to, tucked into bed each night "I hope you don't mind but I thought you might like your old room. Is that okay honey?" He watched for any opposition from her, either to his ravenous gaze or his proposition and as Josie exclaimed how great it was that "daddy's made my room up...cool!" he smiled whilst breathing a sigh of relief. He wanted this visit from his sweet 19 year old daughter to go perfectly, and even though he was aware of he had stared at his daughter like he shouldn't do he let any guilt wash away under the happiness of his reunion with Josie. 

"You go and get freshened up my dear. I got some egg nog on the stove and also some cake if you're hungry. Okay?" Robert trudged through the hallway down to Josie's bedroom whilst she took his advice and visited the bathroom. It had been a long flight and then taxi ride so Josie needed to use the facilities plus she wanted to wash her face and hands before sitting down for some treats. Staring into the bathroom mirror after completing her ablutions Josie considered that she was now far more grown up than when she left her home earlier in the year, and this made her smile with adult pride. 

Robert returned from placing Josie's luggage on the bed and floor of her room and walked into the kitchen just as his daughter came back from the bathroom. Aside from the incredibly tight turtleneck she was wearing Levi jeans, sheepskin lined boots and a barrette (which had been hidden under her woollen cap when she first arrived home). Her long black hair fell down to her shoulders and Josie's brown eyes twinkled as she saw her father pouring out two steaming cups of egg nog. The scent of nutmeg, cream, eggnog and something else she couldn't quite identify curled around her like an aromatic cloud, and her happiness transmuted into something almost blissful. 

"Now this is your first Christmas as an adult honey," Robert said as he carried the two full cups over to the kitchen table "so I added a little something to the eggnog. If you don't like it I'll understand by I hope you do. Your mother used to love this recipe." At the mention of his long dead wife Robert's voice dropped in volume and he momentarily felt lonely without her. Then just with a reassuring glance from his daughter he felt whole again, full of bonhomie and love. "Here...take a sip." 

Josie stood beside her seat and took a tentative sip at the hot thick liquid. Then another. Then another. She faced her now seated father and purred "Ooooohhhh...that's so yummy daddy. I can feel it seeping into me all over as it goes down...making me feel all gooey and warm inside. That's the best eggnog I've ever had!" She beamed at her father, draining the cup and then placed it on the table with a satisfied flourish. Sitting herself down Josie felt like she was positively glowing inside and out, and she wondered of her dad could see that. 

"So you liked that honey?" Robert asked rising to grab the saucepan of eggnog, having barely dented the surface of his own mug. "It's all in the special ingredient baby girl...Daddy's own secret recipe." 

"What is it dad? Is it something like cinnamon or maybe something to make the eggnog creamier? 'Cause it tasted much richer than what I remember getting at past Christmases." 

"I'll tell you later...in the meantime, want some more?" Josie nodded eagerly for a second serve of the delicious drink and her father obliged. Cutting her a slice of thick fruit cake he had on a plate on the table that quickly fell to eating, drinking and chatting. As Christmas Eve morning turned into early afternoon they were still engaged in conversation, having so much to catch up on and so much to share. Felix the cat sometimes mewled for attention from first Josie then Robert and he got what he wanted whether it was a stroke of his ginger fur or a snack, but eventually he wandered back to his favourite sleeping spot.

By early evening Robert and Josie had long moved from the kitchen into the lounge room where Robert had the fireplace stoked for a warming fire, and there in that same room was a simple yet very comfortable three seat fabric-covered sofa near enough to feel the radiant heat. Josie sat on it with the last of her remaining eggnog in the cup on the nearby coffee table, her boots off and her pink-socked feet curled up under her legs. Robert wandered over to his beautiful daughter and then positioned himself on the sofa close enough to smell her skin, her hair, her clothes. Though not touching they were near enough for Robert to put his free arm around his daughter's shoulders as she drained her eggnog. Josie snuggled into her father and sighed a contented yet wordless "mmmmm." 

"So. You want to tell me what was in that yummy eggnog daddy?" Josie's turned her face up to her father's gaze, noticing how his beard which in the past was a sheen of black hair was now peppered with a few gray strands. If anything it made him look more dignified than old and reminded her of some of the teacher's she studied under back at school. 

"That's a patented secret honey," he laughed "but I'll exchange that with one of your secrets. Okay?" Robert grinned and stroked his daughter's head.

"Okay daddy...what do you want to know?" 

"Have you been seeing boys at university Josie?" Robert's face was a strange mixture of happiness and earnestness, and his daughter was just a little confused why he wanted to know this. 

"Um...what do you want to know that for dad?" Josie squirm a little as this wasn't quite the kind of conversation she expected. Boys and other stuff associated with that was usually the province of her chats with her father's sister, not with him. 

"Well, I'm curious sweetie. And I don't want to think you're either lonely or being bad...if you catch my drift Josie." Robert's attitude seemed a little sterner at the last part of his statement, but he was still smiling and stroking his daughter's head. "Just think of me as a worried old man okay honey." 

"You're not old dad," Josie responded "and no need to worry either. No boys in my life." She said the last bit a little less loudly than when she began to speak, and blushed as she gave her father reassurance. "And no...no girls either," at which she laughed "just friends, teachers, the animals in the vet lab and my books daddy. I swear." 

"That's my girl....always daddy's huh?" Robert's eyes glistened and he drew his beautiful 19 year old against his side, cuddling her like he did when she was a lot smaller and younger. "And as you've been up front about the boy thing, let me tell you my big secret. Okay?" Taking a sober tone Josie's dad looked intently into her angelic face.

Josie returned his look and nodded. "Go on...spill the beans dad." She wondered if he had some dark side that he needed to confide in her about. Probably about sex considering where their conversation was headed.

"Daddy's special eggnog recipe ingredient is" he paused for mock dramatic effect, "brandy". Oh, and a dash of Irish whiskey cream too." After exposing his secret Robert chortled as Josie's mouth turned into a silly grin. Her father laughed a little, pleased with taking her in with his faux solemnity.

"But dad...I don't drink...not allowed to drink cause I'm too young...that's what you always said." She playfully smacked her father's free hand as if to reprove him, and Robert laughed back at her mock anger. "You're a very bad man daddy," she exclaimed "giving me alcohol. Bad daddy!!" 

"But you liked it didn't you?" 

"Uh huh...lots!" Josie again smacked her dad on his nearest hand and then broke into a giggling fit. This made Robert break up too and they spent the next few moments laughing over how Josie's 'bad daddy' had slipped her some booze. Finally, after a few diminishing chuckles the father and daughter quietened down and stared into the flames of the guttering fire. 

"Honey," Robert spoke again but this time with a far more restrained tone "you know you're the only girl for me right. No one can replace you?" Josie looked back and without speaking gave her assurance that she understood with a firm nod. "And you know since your mother died I've never ever had another woman in my life." Again Josie nodded. "Well, now you've grown up into a fine, beautiful, intelligent and loving woman I want you to understand how much I love you. Okay Josie?" Robert's eyes glistened as he murmured these sentences. 

"I understand daddy...I do." Josie gave Robert a kiss on his right cheek then rested her head on his shoulder. "Mmmm...that brandy and whiskey eggnog made me feel so good. A little sleepy but really really good." She sighed contentedly as her father looked down on her raven black locks. It was a beautiful moment and he never wanted it to end. 

"Dad?" 

"Yes Josie?" 

"Do you want to date women again?" 

Robert looked at his daughter, trying to fathom where this line of enquiry came from. "Why do you ask sweetie?"

"Well I know how important it is to have someone around when you're alone at home. Found that out myself when I was away at college," at which point Josie looked a little downcast "and I was just thinking that you and I can't stay like this forever. You know...together at home. And seems only fair considering you grilled me about my dating habits. I don't want you to be lonely." Josie's smile dissipated with her concern etched in her face.

Robert was not sure what to think of this almost maudlin change in the conversation. Maybe the booze in the eggnog was triggering some sort of sadness in his daughter; something rooted more in having no mother these last 17 years. He smiled indulgently as he turned his gaze straight into his daughter's big brown eyes.

"Josie, I'm not that worried about dating. Maybe now you're an adult and striking out on your own I might get back into the habit but to be frank as long as I have the memory of your mom and the occasional visit from you I won't be alone. Honest." Robert found himself a little choked up. Whether it was the brandy in the eggnog or the thought of his 19 year old daughter worried about him that caused the feeling he didn't know. "Now what's this about you not dating at college?" Josie's dad tried to shift the conversation to focus on his daughter. He needed to know if she was okay. 

"Well dad I don't find many of the boys at college that interesting. And study and my scholarship take up heaps of time. Maybe if I was prettier..." 

"Now stop right there Josie," Robert's tone subtly changed into a reproving fatherly concern. "What's this about you being prettier? You're a very attractive young woman and if the guys at your school can't see that they must be blind." 

"Really dad?" Josie looked back at her father blushing with embarrassment at his flattery. "I wouldn't mind dating this one guy..." 

"Oh ho," chuckled Robert "now the truth comes out. Go on..." 

"It's not like that daddy," Josie giggled. "he's the coach's assistant and he always compliments me on how well I do on court and he sometimes looks at me like he's staring. Plus he's not that bad looking. Only thing he's about 8 years older than me." 

"I see. So my sweet innocent daughter goes to university and develops a crush on older men huh." Josie's dad tickled her and laughed, trying to make her giggle too. "You just want your dad married off so you can start getting other older men to look after you huh." Teasing Josie was something he usually didn't do but the eggnog was obviously tweaking his sense of humour today. 

Josie blushed then prodded her old man, asking another left of centre question. "What kind of girls did you like dating when you were at college Dad? Before Mom?" 

"Well, I wasn't that much of a lothario, unlike your coach assistant Josie." He knew she was trying to change the subject but decided he could follow along for now. "I only dated three girls before your mother." 

"Really? Want to tell me about them dad?" She shifted on the sofa, turning to face her Robert on a slight angle, her left foot now curled up underneath herself and her right leg stretched out in front of her father. "Were they pretty? Like did they look as good as mom did?" 

"No one could ever match your mother darling," Robert sighed contentedly as he reminisced about his late wife's looks "although I'd say you're a dead set stunner too pumpkin." Josie's dad patted her closest knee and before she could voice some kind of modest protest Robert continued with "and that's not just your father speaking Josie." 

"Oh dad! You know just what to say." Josie blushed and giggled at her dad's comment.

"Hell yeah!" Robert snorted with a laugh. "But let's not get wrapped up in flattering my daughter quite yet, you asked about my old girlfriends didn't you?" 

"Yeah. Go on dad...tell me." 

"Well my first serious girlfriend was a neighbour of mine who was a little older. Her name was Daphne and she sometimes came over and sorta babysat me when your Grandparents went out of an evening. She was 17, I was 15 and well...she was the first girl who ever kissed me and went out on a date with me." 

"That all you did?" Josie raised an eyebrow with a quizzical smile underlining her teasing question. 

"Of course sweetie. I was a good boy. Daphne called me her little gentleman."

"Awww Dad, that's so 70s," Josie threw back her head and snorted a girlish chuckle, "Did you stay boyfriend/girlfriend long dad?" 

"Nah, as soon as this senior kid in her class at school, I think his name was Kevin Peterson got the latest model Ford Escort all souped up with mag wheels, 8 track, fuel injection and sun roof, well she chased after him like a hound on the trail of a fox. Got him at the senior prom too if I recall rightly." 

"Was she hot?" 

"Well she was stacked as we used to say back last century honey," Robert laughed "but as I said it was all innocent between her and me." 

"So did you lose it to your next girlfriend dad?" 

"Lose what? You trying to get more secrets from your old man you naughty girl?" 

Josie winked and ruffled her father's hair "Come on dad, I'm all grown up and you never told me this kind of stuff before. It's interesting." 

Robert pondered the situation and reasoned that whatever the ramifications he was going to explore this new adult relationship with his daughter as far as he could. "Well Josie, my next girlfriend was a red head named Melinda. And yes...as you so eloquently put it I 'lost it' with her." 

Josie murmured a low "ohh" and interrogated her father for more details. "Okay, the truth comes out now. What was Melinda like aside from a redhead?" 

"Um, from what I remember she was short, had freckles, often wore glasses when she was in class at university but never ever on a date, always wore something black and..." Robert hesitated, pausing for dramatic effect. 

"And what dad?" 

"Oh nothing." He smiled a wry grin and then made to grab the remote control for the television as if he was ending the conversation. "you don't want to hear anything boring or ick about your dad losing his virginity right?" 

Josie playfully punched Robert in the shoulder. "Hell dad! I want to know it all. Every gory detail." Josie knew she was pushing Dad's buttons in a way she would never have contemplated normally. yet the warm feeling she had from being close to him, being back at home and even the effects of the eggnog seemed to encourage her to ask and say stuff she wouldn't normally want to discuss. 

"Okay. If you must know," at which point nodded her head emphatically "Melinda and I were at a friend's place. It was a party and we'd been hanging out together for about a month. We were doing some fairly innocent kissing and groping stuff when she said she needed to go to the bathroom." Josie stared at her dad, hanging on his every word, her eyes shining. "and then she grabbed my by shirt collar and dragged me in there with her. next thing I know I'm sitting on the toilet with my pants down and Melinda straddling me with her black panties on the floor. It came as quite a shock let me tell you." 




Josie: An Father/Daughter Story



"Wow." Josie whispered her comment and shifted a little in her seat. "So what happened next?" 

"Oh not much. In between our studies and hanging out with mutual friends we experimented a bit. Kind of stuff kids nowadays usually put on YouTube," and as he said this Robert gave a teasing wink at his daughter who to her credit blushed "and after about six months more of that she and I decided we weren't ready to take it further. So we said our goodbyes. And I was keen on this other gal by then too." 

"Gee! I'm getting the Naughty Life of Daddy 101 report tonight huh!" Josie laughed. 

"Maybe Slightly Naughty Daddy - Remedial Class honey". Putting his arm back around his daughter's shoulder and drawing her closer he continued. "The last girl I dated at college was this student teacher. Her name was Kellie and she was only 18 and by that time I was close to graduating, so I was about 22. I hooked up with her at a beach party thrown by my fraternity, and she was a great looker too. Not big in the chest department like some women I know," and as he said this Robert winked at Josie then continued without watching or waiting for her reaction "but she had long legs, black hair that she tied in a ponytail that reached way down to the small of her back, and a really cute backside. I had some great times with her. Lots of sex but also some serious moments too. I would have possibly thought about marrying her but she was always going to be a teacher and her scholarship meant she had to go to disadvantaged areas in her first two years on the job. I didn't want that so...well, we just kissed each other goodbye and that was that." 

"And then you met mom." Josie spoke matter-of-factly but she gave her father a broad grin that betrayed her love for her parents. 

"Yep. the love of my life. Well, first love of my life, followed by my second." Robert stroked his daughters brunette locks and leaned in to peck her on the cheek. as he did he smelt the brandy and egg nog mix on her as well as her soap-clean skin. "Actually you hair reminds me of Kellie. And your eyes remind me of Melinda. And your...um, well your...ahem...boobs...I mean bust reminds me of Daphne." Josie tittered a nervous slightly tiddly laugh and brought her father closer. "But most of all Josie you remind me of how beautiful, how sexy your mother was." Robert then planted a light, tender kiss on his daughter's neck. 

"Oh dad!" Josie sighed, lost somewhere in trying to reconcile how her father saw her with vague musings on all these women he loved and lusted for, plus her own inner glow of mild intoxication. Whether it was the booze or the proximity of a man who had so much experience and love to share with her she didn't know at the time why. All she knew there and then was she wanted to be closer, more part of her daddy's life than ever before. 

"Josie," Robert looked deep into the shimmering pools of her brown eyes, watching for any sign of dismay for his next statement, "you want daddy to show you how much he loves you? Like he did with Daphne and Melinda and Kellie and your mother." His right hand caressed her left shoulder, his left hand stroked her jeans just above her left knee. 

"Um, I dunno daddy. It's not the kinda thing parents and kids are supposed to do right?" Her question sounded doubtful, without as the conviction she should have had if she really believed what her daddy wanted was wrong. She wanted her father to give another response. The wrong one morally and legally and yet the right one on every other level. The warming waves of the egg nog, the purring cat off in the corner, the glowing fire lightly toasting her toes, the strong masculine presence that was so protective and loving right beside her were all contributing to her growing desire to love and be loved. More passionately and more erotically than she possibly ever thought before. "But, if you...well, if you think it's okay?" Josie placed her hand over her father's hand as it stroked her upper thigh. "You know all I want is to be your girl daddy." Robert nodded in understanding, trying not to spook his girl with his thriving lust for her. Josie looked at her dad and spoke more softly, but with assurance. "And I am kinda curious." 

"Oh Josie, you're the bestest girl in the world. Those stupid college types and even that coach's assistant don't know how beautiful, how loving, how much the princess you are. I'm spoilt to have you here in our home baby, my princess." Robert leaned in and kissed Josie on her neck, his lips caressing her earlobe as he tasted her skin. "I want you so much. See?" 

Josie opened her eyes which had closed in unspoken pleasure when her father placed his mouth against her neck, tasting her like someone greedy for a drink. Looking at her father, his green eyes wide open and his chest rising up and down in shallow breaths her vision moved down to his lap. There as obvious as all hell was a large tent in her daddy's pants right over his groin. She was both shocked and a little proud; Josie had given her loving daddy a hard on. 

"Touch it sweetie. Go on. Touch it." Robert's voice was low, loving but still paternal. His daughter's hand shifted from his and gingerly reached out to make contact with the lump in her father's trousers. 

"Is that what I think it is dad?" Josie paused before her fingers grazed the fabric near her dad's fly zipper. Robert nodded silently and though his mind was racing with a million thoughts, trying to comprehend whether or not he was doing something truly forbidden and taboo, his face gave away barely a shimmer of his state of mind. Lust, fear, love, guilt. They all mingled confusingly for Robert as well as for his beloved 19 year old daughter. Then Josie's hand came down to cup his erect cock and his mind clarified to just one all-powerful thought. He needed to fuck his daughter. 

"Bad daddy!" Josie giggled as she slowly groped the bulge in her father's lap. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you planned this." From somewhere the inner flirt of Josie started to take over from the nervous young woman contemplating a most taboo act of love.

"No way honey," Robert stammered and blushed as he denied the accusation "you have such an effect on me. Can't help wanting you babygirl." 

"Is this okay dad?" Robert's beautiful 19 year old daughter leaned down so that her head was within a breath of his covered erection. "I want you to know I've always been a good girl, and I never ever thought of doing anything this...um, sexy." Looking up at her horny old man the college student grinned a broad sweet smile then she reached for the zipper of his pants. "Between the eggnog and your kisses and your stories about your girlfriends I feel really tingly warm inside." Her fingers took the metal zip and tugged hard, the fly opening quickly exposing the boxers which in turn were the last barrier between the sexually charged nymph and her hot horny parent. 

"Pull it out baby. Take daddy's penis and hold it. Close to your lips." Robert looked skyward, partly in guilty delight over the sin he was about to commit with his own daughter, partly in supplication to whoever guided these events to make it last as long and as erotically as possible. 

"Yes dad," Josie answered without the slightest hint of resistance. She'd always been obedient as a child and now she was all grown up she understood that whatever her father told her to do would still be for her own good. And it felt crazy good between her legs as her peach-fuzzed pussy moistened slightly at the view of her father's straining hard on. "But I gotta warn you daddy. I've not done this before with anyone. Never ever." 

Robert almost passed out with glee. Here was the most beautiful, delicious maid who was his very own flesh and blood, poised to feast on his fat thick cock, and she was confessing to him her innocence. Any remnants of guilt, of doubt over the ethical and criminal issues raised by having sex with his adult daughter were extinguished like the sparks from the flames hitting the brick hearth of his fireplace. The aroma of Josie's skin and hair, the tongue of her gentle, supple fingers and the sheer erotic tension of her position, leaning over his engorged daddy dick with her fingers spread and her lips open...well it was as if Robert was in some surreal sybaritic sensual dream. 

"Tell me what to do dad. Please?" 

Josie's words broke his reverie and he looked at her, face flushed and eyes sparkling. "Gently pull aside my shorts honey, and take my penis in your hand. Not too tight okay." His daughter followed the directions, widening the gap in his fly first, then by drawing aside his underpants the thick hard blue-veined cock stood up free and exposed. Josie couldn't help gasping, shocked and a little embarrassed at the sight of the same prick which over 19 years ago came inside her mother, giving Josie life.

"It's pretty gnarly looking daddy!" Robert chuckled indulgently. "Never seen one this old or one this close." 

"Well I could ask you what dicks my princess has seen," Josie's dad teased "and I guess by calling it gnarly you're saying something good hmm sweetie." Robert stroked her cheek, subtly moving her face closer to his erection. For now I'd be happy if you kissed it." 

"Kissed it daddy?" 

"Uh huh Josie. On the tip." Robert's glans shuddered slightly when he said this: as if with a mind of its own, excited at the thought of being touched my Josie's ripe red lips. She stuck out her tongue tentatively, barely grazing the circumcised knob. Then with her father's hand on her shoulder, stroking her beautiful hair she leaned in closer and delicately gave her dad's cock a soft butterfly kiss. 

Then another. 

Then another. 

And a fourth kiss that made Robert groan, his knees buckle and his eyes close with barely suppressed ecstasy. "Are you sure you've never done this before honey?" Josie's aroused daddy peered through slitted eyelids at his daughter, licking her lips as she went to tantalise his phallus with another electrifying kiss. 

"No dad," her lips smacked again on his purplish cock head "but I'm a quick study huh?" Winking up at Robert Josie was doing her best to tease him even more with her sex kitten attitude. Whilst she may not have had much luck dating boys at college her own innate sense of what made men happy kicked in. Robert was the lucky recipient of this sexual blossoming. "I can stop if you want daddy?" 

"No! You're doing, um...you're doing well honey. Oh my god you are doing very very very well!" His exclamation was punctuated by a groan that escaped as Robert's daughter stopped kissing his erection and instead started to lick up and down the shaft. her tongue traced all the veins, all the bumps, all the ridges of his manhood, making his balls ache and his hands reach for her brunette locks. 

"You taste really nice dad! Sort of musky and salty and earthy and, well I guess like I never have tasted before." 

"Thanks Josie. That's it; lick along the bit of skin where the head joins my shaft dear." Robert stared down at his lap where the young woman he'd loved and protected since the day she was born was now slavering over his prick. It was so illicit but also so fucking intense. In a haze he started to wind his fingers in her hair, bringing her head up and down in rhythm with her movements, gradually trying to guide her away from just tonguing to actually placing her lips around his dick. 

"You can suck me baby girl. Suck daddy like you would if my penis was a piece of candy, or a lollipop. You know, like the ones we used to get when you we went to the zoo and the circus." Josie paused at these words, trying to reconcile for herself the powerful images of her childhood with this now extremely adult moment. "Go on honey. Make daddy happy!" She wavered no more and with a girlish giggle latched onto her father's hard cock with her lips, drawing it in between them till her nose was buried in his coiled pubic hair. 

As she engulfed her father with her greedy mouth Josie felt a rush through her body, starting in her stomach and spreading outwards like a ripple of water after a stone had been thrown in a pond. She felt weak at the knees and buckled a little when the fat head of Robert's cock first inched down over the back of her tongue into her throat. Then as she gasped and gurgled, pulling back so that strings of saliva were hanging from her daddy's manhood her pussy slightly spasmed. Josie was no blushing innocent; she understood the effects of foreplay on her body, even though she'd never had intercourse. There'd been some heavy petting at high school, some solitary moments at home and at college pleasuring herself with fingers (and once a cucumber), so she could easily recognize how her body was reacting to the stimuli. Yet it wasn't purely physiological. There was something almost animalistic about the sensations she felt coursing through her abdomen, across her chest and even up and down each limb. The idea she was giving her daddy head gave Josie a thrill that was utterly immoral yet unbelievably powerful. Giving in to her impulse, with her father's hand in her hair at the back of her head to guide her incestuous fellation she sucked and licked with vigour and passion. 

"Oh yes Josie, suck daddy. Make it wet and slick. Taste your father's pre-cum sweetie." Robert leaned back far enough to let the lustful joy of the moment wash over him. yet he could still through partially closed eyes look down on his 19 year old daughter as she worked her lips and tongue over his prick. He smiled and moaned with pleasure and then with gentle force again pushed Josie's head down into his lap. Her nose was jutting against his wiry pubes and that made her wince a little with a suppressed sneeze. "Easy Josie, take it as slow as you want honey" he coached. Josie pulled back letting his dick escape her mouth. 

"Your hair is kinda itchy on my nose dad." 

"Sorry hun; just swallow as much as you can without getting irritated okay?" 

"Not irritating daddy," Josie replied, her lips shiny with saliva "just itchy. Am I doing well?" 

Robert looked into his daughter's eyes, and her question reminded her of so many other times when she wanted his approval. When she rode her first bike, when she finished junior high, when she made dinner. He could never say no at those times and it was even easier to give her the answer she sought. 

"Darling, you are doing better than well. You make me feel like I'm in heaven!"

"Oh daddy; you're not just saying that are you?" Josie's eyes were wide like saucers as she probed her father. 

"Josie sweetheart, I love you and I love this," nodding down at her, his eyes moving between his dick and her lips. "so you can believe your old man okay?" He winked at her as he had dozens of times. "But I need to show you more baby. More than just you sucking daddy. You know hmmm?" 

Josie squirmed, her legs weak again. Did this mean her father wanted to have full on sex. She wasn't 100% sure; crossing the father/daughter boundary with the head job was one thing. But daddy fucking his daughter? 

"Um, I guess dad." She kissed his glans again "but can we go slow please? I'm not as experienced as you are." 

"Josie, this is all about what feels good. And I don't want to hurt you." Robert picked up on his daughter's hesitation and decided to gear back a little. "What I though we could do princess is daddy could rub your breasts as you suck me. Is that okay?" 

"I guess. Do I need to take my top off?"

"Yes please."

With his erection throbbing Robert stared at his daughter as she then took the bottom of her turtleneck in both hands and tugged upward. The young woman's beautiful face was momentarily obscured by the top as she yanked it above her shoulders. Then with her hair cascading out of the turtleneck's tangle his daughter's slightly red face came back into view. More importantly for the horny older man Josie's exquisitely full tits were now on show, barely held in by a simple black cotton bra. Her cleavage was way more pronounced than he ever remembered before she left to go to university. Robert whistled a long lewd note. 

"My my my baby...someone's grown up. And how!" 

Oh daddy. Stop it!" Josie blushed and turned her eyes away slightly, but inside she was privately ecstatic that her father approved of her body. It was such a grown up thing to feel. "You want to touch them don't you dad?" 

"Uh huh. Very much." Robert reached out with his hands palm up. "You can leave your bra on for now okay?" 

"Thanks daddy. That'd be good." Josie shuffled back to a closer position to her father on the sofa, and as his warm hands cupped and enfolded her tits, kneading them softly, she leaned down to again suck at his hard on. 

"Love you tits Josie. Oh yes. God yes, they feel so nice. So sexy." Every statement was like a gasping confession, with Robert's attention split between the heavy bounty of his daughters boobs in his groping hands and the mouth feasting on his supersensitive dick. His balls were tight up against his crotch and cock, and every time Josie drew breath he felt a warm and moist flow of her exhalation on his shaft and scrotum. No matter the moral or legal ramifications of what they were doing there was absolutely no power on earth that could stop his building lust for Josie. 

Josie kept pleasuring her dad whilst letting him cup her tits. She'd often played with them herself when alone in her flat back at college, or even when she was younger in her bedroom whilst her daddy was at work or asleep. There was one guy, Tony, who had copped a feel when she was in high school but he dropped his interest in her quicker than molten lead the moment she said she wouldn't take off her top and bra. So for the college student who had come home to be with her father this was a surprising development to say the least. And one she was not adverse to; not by a long shot. 

As father and daughter continued their foreplay the fire dwindled lower and the room grew darker. Snow feel outside in great flurries whilst the house cat curled up in its own safe, warm hidey-hole under the stairs that led up to Robert and to Josie's bedrooms. Both the older man and his beautiful offspring were oblivious to the minutiae of life around them. Josie suckled at her dad's cock like she was nursing for the essence of his being whilst Robert kept his hands in a constant state of movement over the covered surface of his daughters full breasts. Aside from the sound of her slurping and the gasps that would escape Robert's mouth all Josie could hear was her own heartbeat pounding away. It was the most intense moment of her nineteen years on the planet. 

Just as she felt a small shiver of cold slip along her exposed back Josie's dad removed his hands and guided her gently away from his saliva-slick cock. She peeked at him part-embarrassed, part-lustfully, trying to work out why they had stopped. "You okay daddy?" 

"Better than okay Princess. I was wondering though, would you like it if we went somewhere more comfortable?" 

"This is okay dad. Honest." 

"Well, I was thinking we could go to your bedroom and make sure you'd hang up that pretty turtle-neck that somehow has found a way on the floor Josie." He winked at her, conspiratorially making a cheeky observation about the fact she'd stripped it off for him. Plus going to her bedroom in the state of dishevelled horniness they were both in hopefully would lead to something even more sexual, more erotic. "We can stay here if you like. But I was thinking that bed of yours has some very comfy blankets, and we can lie down there better than on this sofa." 

"I'll do whatever you want daddy." Josie's reply on the face of it was just her being a good girl for her father. Yet Robert saw a twinkle in her eye, caught the lewd implication of her agreeing to go upstairs. The barrier between father and daughter was rapidly being brought down by their combined love and lust; now she was telling Robert he could go wherever he wanted with her. 




Josie: An Father/Daughter Story



"Well lets go upstairs to your room." Josie disengaged from her intimate posture shared with her aroused father and moved off the sofa. Robert also rose, but with his pants falling down to his ankles he almost tripped. The almost comic prat-falling of her daddy made Josie laugh a tension releasing giggle, and in turn Robert guffawed too. There was something faintly ludicrous about almost falling over with his cock sticking out in front of his daughter. A few steps took him out of his pants and then he was beside her. 

"Up the stairs Josie. Come on sweetie...daddy's got something he wants to give you."

Josie strolled up to the stair case, her long black hair swishing against her back as she walked to the steps. As she climbed her father followed and he found himself staring right at his daughters deliciously formed derrière. The stretch Levi jeans hugged the college students ass almost as tight as her own skin, and formed a smooth denim layer between the cooling air of the stairwell and her backside. The steps up to her bedroom were no more than a dozen or so but as they climbed Robert found himself dripping with lust for his ascending angel. 

Coming to a stop outside her door, Josie turned back to face her father. They made a slightly incongruous pair; Robert naked from the waist down, his older body exposed like it had never been before in front of his daughter. Josie's full tits bobbled a little as she drew in breath and naturally her father's gaze drifted from her beautiful face to her bountiful breasts.

"Daddy, it's a little chilly up here. Let's get into my bed huh?"

Robert nodded his agreement with his daughter and as she turned gave her pert butt a quick pat. Josie giggled a mild rebuke and opened her bedroom door. Inside was her luggage that she'd brought from college with her, and it sat against her wardrobe neatly. She was always a tidy girl and even though she hadn't unpacked Josie was happy that things in her old room were 'just so'. On the large single bed lay a huge thick white and blue comforter which was embroidered with floral patterns. About a dozen stuffed toys sat on the bad leaning against the nearest wall, including her old teddy bear and a big pink elephant her dad won for her when she was 11 at the local state fair. Even though she'd not lived under the same roof as her father since she left to go and study at university, he'd kept it ready for her return. 

"Oh daddy," Josie smiled with beautifully wide eyes sparkling with happiness "you made up my room so nicely. It's like I never went away!" 

Robert moved closer and took his 19 year old daughter in his broad arms. "You never left me honey. You were always here...well, for me anyway." He looked away briefly, strangely moved by the conflicted feelings of sentimentality and lust that oozed out of every pore in his being. It was such a deliciously loving yet taboo moment, embracing Josie and feeling her nipples imprint upon his chest as his own saliva-slick phallus poked against her right thigh. Robert left a sodden streak of body fluids on his daughter's jeans, and this made them both smile awkwardly. 

"Dad. Um, if we get undressed and climb under the covers we can cuddle right?" Josie stepped back from her father's embrace and the back of her thighs met the fabric of her bed covering. 

"Yes we can darling. Is it okay if I undress you, and you me?" 

"You don't have to ask for permission. You're my dad right?" 

"Thank you sweetheart." Robert reached over and unbuckled the belt which was more of an accessory than a necessity, looping it away from her daughter's hips. She took the prompt and in turn grabbed her father's thick woolen shirt, popping the buttons with both care and haste. Standing as close as they were father and daughter had to shuffle back a bit so that Robert could raise his arms and let Josie tug free his shirt. Underneath was nothing but his chest which was covered lightly in gray and black curls of hair. Josie ran a hand appreciatively over her dad's torso, rubbing the smallest of paunches he carried from his middle aged spread. "You're still pretty damn fit looking dad." Josie observed, her eyes flashing. 

"And you look delightful too sweetie!" Robert replied, coming back to his daughter who's jeans were now loose at the hips. Tentatively he took the button that joined the top of her pants and undid it, then with more commitment he dragged down the zipper. His 19 year old daughter wriggled a little to help him guide the tight jeans down, first past her thighs, then down over her knees. Robert paused to observe the appearance of her panties which were pink, cotton and with a cartoon of a kitten on the front. There was a heavenly perfume seeping from her undies as well, and whilst Robert dropped to take Josie's jeans all the way off her shapely legs he planted a butterfly soft kiss on the front of his daughter knickers. 

"Ohhhh...daddy!" Josie sighed, issuing a soft statement of her pleasure. "Can you kiss me there again please?" 

"Sure Josie." Robert planted another kiss on her mons, hidden by the cotton panties. Then another. Then a third. They came a little stronger and with each caress of his lips Josie swayed a little uncertainly. Placing her hands on her father's shoulders she tried to gain some balance. Flashes of sensory delight radiated upwards, downwards and outwards every time her darling father kissed her flush on her mound. Whilst there was certainly a physical stimulus for Josie's excitement, what really made her young body buzz was the delicious thought that her father was kissing her where he wasn't supposed to. He was the same man who with her mother given Josie life, love, security and within the context of being an only child as much happiness as she wanted. And now he was pressing his mouth against her barely covered pubic area and worshipping her with a flurry of kisses. 

"Daddy," Josie giggled "you better stop or I might do something we might regret." 

Robert looked up into his bare-breasted daughter's eyes. "I don't regret this, not now and won't ever. Can daddy peel down your panties?" 

Josie nodded and smiled which straight away gave her horny father the permission to tug away the cotton undies. He was literally bursting to see his college-going daughter's mound, and his dick leaked another drop or two of pre-cum. Taking the hem of her knickers in his left and right hands simultaneously Robert began to drag down the girlish undies. 

Gradually the flesh that no adult daughter should bare before her father was exposed, and as the cool air reached Josie's skin it goose-pimpled. A small curlicue of pubic hair appeared, then another, then another. Josie never shaved but on the other hand she wasn't naturally hairy, so with her small black pubes barely covering her mons veneris it was easy for her father to discern the beginning of her cunt lips. There was the bud of her 19 year old clit, partially hidden by pink lips that protected the supersensitive button. As more of her panties rolled down Josie's dad could see more and to his delight smell more. Josie's slightly fuzzed labial folds were not as pink towards the entrance to her vagina as they were closer to her clitoris, and whilst they were thin in form they still covered her entrance. Josie stood there with her eyes shut, lost in the moment. In her head a voice kept repeating thoughts of immoral delight. "Oh daddy, take my panties off and love me...please. Please daddy, rip 'em down." Josie caught herself whispering the lustful entreaty and without batting an eyelid said it louder. "Rip my panties off me daddy!".

Robert was looking into the secret folds of Josie's cunt as she asked him to tear off her panties. It was like waving a red rag at a bull, and without a moment's hesitation Josie's dad tore at the cotton knickers. The elastic sided hem took a second or so to give way, but with a sound that split the thick air of his daughter's bedroom the panties gave way, falling in a ruined heap round her ankles.

"Sorry honey," Robert apologised. "I guess I got carried away."

"That's okay daddy," his daughter mollified Robert "I got lots of other pairs. And while I'm home maybe I don't need that many." The cheeky barely legal teen winked at her kneeling father. "What do you want to do next daddy? Or do I have to ask?"

Robert left the question unanswered for about three seconds. Then as he had before when the now shredded panties were actually covering her muff, he placed his lips back onto Josie's pubic cleft. This time however there was no fabric to get between her flesh and his greedy mouth. Robert thrust his tongue up into the pink and brownish flaps that his daughter had never let anyone else ever touch before, let alone kiss and lick. Like a missile heading directly for its target her father's tongue tip sought out her love button, twirling tentatively at first over the bud of Josie's clit. Drawing big stuttering gasps of air in, Josie moaned her intense delight at receiving her first incestual licking.

"Oh daddy, daddy, daddy!" she sighed, placing her petite hand into the ruffled grey/black strands of her father's hair and trying to keep his head lodged between her legs. "Lick me there please daddy. Lick it...oh fuck...run your tingue up into me. Nibble my clit too please daddy. Ohhhhh...fuck yes...DADDY!"

Robert heard through muffled ears the excited wailing and pleading of his daughter, and whilst he lathered her cunt lips and clitoris with his saliva he could taste his 19 year old releasing more and more of her own sticky sweet wetness. When he was a younger man both with Josie's mother and his old girlfriends he loved to bury his face in his lover's quim. the tactile sensation of the rubbery labia giving way to his feasting mouth. The smell of his partner's twat, that heady aromatic cocktail of muskiness, fishiness and intense feminine perfume made him weak at the knees. Looking at the strands of pubic hair brushing against his nose tip as he also gazed into the secret delights of a spread, licked, slippery cunt. The squelching sounds as lubricated labia and a flicking tongue combined to make a moist, hot symphony. Going down on a woman was always one of Robert's favourite sexual proclivities; and here he was eating out his own daughter's pussy, making her writhe in a confused mixture of ecstasy and agony. 

"Daddy, omigod daddy...don't stop. Please keep licking me. Feels so good...soooo fucking good. Ahhh, I want it it. Your Josie wants you so much daddy."

The young woman who until earlier this day had been his sweet innocent daughter now called out for Robert to keep assaulting her cunt, begging for her father to keep devouring her pussy. With her long legs trapping his head there was little chance that Robert could escape her honeypot, even if he wanted to. Instead he focused on exploring his darling girl with his tongue, his teeth, his lips and his fingers. As he nibbled her clitoris making Josie squeal Robert also started to rim her hidden anal flower with his right index finger. The shocked groans of sensual pleasure she let forth when Robert edged his digit into her poop chute were slightly muffled for him, but he could sense her delight as she squeezed again on his cheeks, tugging fervently on his locks.

For a moment Robert paused, trying to draw breath and survey the sexual 'damage' he'd so far wrought on his nubile daughter. Lifting his his an inch or two, still with his finger wedged partially in her ass, Robert felt a trickle of his saliva dribble down and mingle with Josie's cunt juice, smeared on his chin. He didn't wipe away the slick fluids, instead letting a drip or two land with a silent splot on Josie's cunt lips. His daughter's nipples stood proud and erect like palace guards, and her legs gave a slight shiver like sunlight shimmering on a desert afternoon. With his dick entangled a little in Josie's bed linen he dragged himself forward a little, the pressure on his prick making him gurgle inside. Josie was nude, breathing shallowly intermixed with moans of "Oh daddy!", and looking like she needed to be fucked hard, long and deep. Perhaps it was time Robert thought to himself, to finally break the last taboo between his daughter and him. He wanted to fuck his babygirl so bad, and he knew she wanted it.

"Okay Josie, I think you're ready. And remember, what we do here must never ever be known by anyone else. They don't understand how we feel about each other."

"Um, okay dad." Josie purred, her voice a little ragged from the stimulation she had been given by her dad's ministrations to her pussy. "I hope you don't mind I'm a virgin daddy; if I'm no good you'll tell me, teach me right?"

Robert smiled a grin wider than his daughter had ever seen. "Oh darling, that is why I love you, want you, need you. Daddy wants to be your teacher, your lover, your first." With his words of comfort barely uttered he moved up the messy sheets, crawling upwards to bring his face closer to his daughter's. Lifting his middle aged body above her young college torso Robert was drawing himself between Josie's legs tenderly. His penis bumped along her inner right thigh at one point, leaving a sticky slimy mark where his pre-cum leaked on her flesh. Then, after a few more seconds he was poised, hovering between her spread legs with his erection achingly close to her barely furred pussy lips.

"Do it daddy. Put it in me."

Josie's voice was underlined by her bottom lifting off the sheets of her bed, trying to draw her father's immense hard on into the folds of her cunny. Robert was mindful of her virginal state though and didn't plunge in even though his whole body was screaming for the consumation of their foreplay. Instead he placed his left hand on her bare hip, pushing Joise back down into the bed. His right hand encircled his manhood and with a deliberate and careful motion the horny middle aged man softly stroked the glans against his daughter's clitoral hood.

"Oooohhhhh yes. Yes daddy...yes yes yes. Rub it for me. I love it, love you. Ohhhh yesssss."

Josie mewled and yowled with pleasure as her father ran his dick over the pinkish and brown lips of her cunt. Her 19 year old body thrilled to his touch, and it was barely a minute before she felt the juices of her aching quim soak her inner thighs. The fluids mingled with Robert's pre-cum, forming a slick and slimy sheen to their genitals.

"Does my princess love her daddy's cock frigged against her clitty?"

"Uh daddy...ohmigod yes I do..I do."

The stubby fat erection dug into the young woman's flesh, and in the process made Josie close her eyes and moan with carnal delight. Every stroke of her father's dick was like a criminal blessing, a flash of taboo sensuality which rocketed up from her cunt into her brain. Her brunette locks flew left then right then left again as Josie twisted her head begging for her father to "Use your cock on my cunt daddy! Please daddy! Make me cum so hard..."

Robert ground his dick into her vulva without actually entering her maiden pussy. This was going to be the first time his daughter had experienced the lewd pleasures of a man's penis in her wet cunt, and he didn't want her to lose her virginity with the feelings of pain, loss, sadness or frustration as the overwhelming memory. This was going to be just as memorable for her as it was for him. He had felt so much love for Josie since he had assumed all the responsibilities for her , but now this love was transformed into a pure lust that recognized no taboo rules, no social contract wherein fathers couldn't fuck their daughters. He was breaking more than Josie's hymen tonight; he was breaking all the strictures placed on being her loving, doting father.

"Do you like the way I'm running my cock head over your flaps and clit baby"

"Oooh god yes daddy," came Josie's breathless reply. "I want it inside me though daddy. Please, stick it in your baby girl. Please."

Robert wasn't immune to the surging lust he felt when Josie pleaded for him to end her innocence and pop her cherry, but the older, wiser father was deliberate in his movement. With each gliding contact against her pussy lips or her erect clit Robert was trying to make his 19 year old girl wetter, slicker, more ready to accept the tearing of her maidenhood. He knew that before his penis drove up into her hole it was going to be the most important moment in their shared lives, and he loved her way too much to cause her unnecessary pain. Josie needed her daddy's cock, but it was only going to be thrust into her when he deemed it was okay.

For a few more minutes Josie's father stroked and rubbed her body in her most erogenous zones. He kissed her breasts over and over, landing a multitude of touches on her full firm boobs. He stroked her hair, fascinated by the way Josie's long black locks cascaded through his fingers. When he stared into her beautiful eyes he felt a mixture of elation and control, a paternal desire to be her only lover from now on. Then, with Josie's breath panting out with a stuttered rapidity her middle aged father decided that his cautious masturbation between her labial folds was finished. It was time to take Josie's virginity.

Robert's cock was primed, nestled against the slippery pink lips of Josie's cunt. He started to push forward...

"Here it is darling; daddy's going to bust your cherry. Breathe in sweetie."

Josie felt the head of her father's incestuous prick begin to enter between her flaps. It edged in slowly and as it did she scrunched her eyes up tight and did as Robert said. Breathing in and trying to block out what she thought would be agony Josie was pleasantly surprised to feel a filling, tingling sensation as her daddy drove his dick deeper. She moaned and uttered the occasional "Oh daddy...yes!" before she finally felt something resist. He was lodged inside her vagina a good inch or so and was undoubtedly ready to pierce her maidenhood.

"One quick stab and I'll make the pain go away princess." Robert whispered in his daughter's ear, now that is erection was hard up against the membrane that would soon be ripped away. He kissed Josie on her cheek and then reared back a little, edging his cock a little away from her hymen. Then...

"Ugh!"

"OWWWWWW DADDDDDYYY!"

Robert punched through the thin hymen, instantly turning his daughter from an innocent young woman into his beautifully fucked princess. The sensation was just as he had expected, and Josie's tight cunt was hard put to take all his manhood when he plunged in. Meanwhile underneath him his daughter was grunting in spasms of pain and pleasure, her vagina now slick with the mixture of her own pussy juice, her daddy's pre-ejaculate and the hymeneal blood that was released when her daddy tore her maidenhood. Josie's dad went as far as he could with that initial push, and now that he was balls deep in the cunt of his 19 year old daughter he stopped, coming to a dead stop. He looked into her beautiful eyes, seeing they were shining wet with a thin film of tears.

"Baby, I'm sorry. It hurt a lot huh?"

Josie tried to be brave. "Yeah...but now that you're inside me it feels a little better. Very full though." Robert twitched a little, making his daughter shudder. "Oh wow! I felt that. Dad; it's like I have this really throbbing wet fullness down there," her eyes glancing down towards where she and her father were locked cock in cunt "and it's good now daddy."

"I love it too honey. Much better than your mother's first time with me." Robert wanted to reassure his daughter, and so he made sure she understood that she was loved just as much now if not more so. "Let me kiss my girl."

"Yes daddy...kiss me please. Hard"

As Robert stayed wedged up inside his daughter's cunt they began to passionately kiss. Her lips and his mashed together and for what seemed like an eternity they stayed engaged in the thrill of being joined at the mouth and the crotch. Josie's tongue tentatively touched Robert's lips and then with his surprised acceptance he let her probe further. Before she was fully conscious of the action Josie and her dad started tongue kissing. Her saliva mingled with his as their tongues darted over, around, against and under each other's. This helped to encourage the 19 year old girl to also run her fingers down her daddy's back and gently at first rut against the cock embedded in her birth canal. The motion was subtle, but Robert felt it and he too started to shift his position. This wasn't bestial fucking, this was tender love making. Between a horny father and his equally aroused daughter.




Josie & Gina's City Adventures



Josie and Gina closed the door behind their parents. This was it! They were in the big city, they had their own apartment and they started their new jobs on Monday. Today had been spent transporting their furniture and the rest of their stuff here from home. They’d been going to yard sales all summer, picking up things to furnish this apartment. Their parents hadn’t been too pleased about the size of the place, but it was all the two girls could afford on their pay as office admin staff. They weren’t planning on spending too much time in the apartment anyway because they’d come to the big city to party and enjoy the nightlife they’d been denied in their small town 150 miles from here.

They’d been best friends through high school and neither girl had wanted to go to college. They were tired of studying and were desperate to earn some money and experience life. Now the sun was setting on their first evening in the city. They looked excitedly at each other as they listened to the city noises that came through the windows.

“What do you wanna do tonight?” Josie asked Gina.

“I’d love to go night clubbing,” Gina replied. “But I think we need to be careful with how we spend our money until we get paid.”

“I think you’re right. No night clubbing until we’ve got a bit more money in our pockets. But I think we need to celebrate our first night as official adults. How about we get a Chinese takeout from that restaurant down the road? They seemed to have reasonable prices.”

“Oh great! I love Chinese!”

The girls dressed in their “uniform” of jeans and cropped tops and walked down the street to the Chinese restaurant. All around them people were hurrying, getting ready for Saturday night. The girls held hands and giggled with excitement as they walked. They sat and ate on the floor in their living room and laughed when they thought about all the excitement ahead of them. When they were done eating Gina stretched her body out in front of Josie.

“So… should we start unpacking?”

“I don’t feel like it. Our beds have been set up. That’s enough for now, isn’t it?”

The girls laughed and hugged. There were no parents to nag them now.

“I’m so glad we decided to do this together,” Josie said.

“Me too,” Gina replied. “There’s nobody I’d rather be here with now than you.”

Gina kissed her friend on the lips. Josie returned the kiss. For a long time they stayed in their embrace, their lips caressing each other’s lips. Then Josie deepened the kiss by prying Gina’s lips open with her tongue. Their tongues played around with each other and their breathing got heavier. Gina’s hands moved down Josie’s back and up inside her shirt, unclasping her bra. Josie pulled off Gina’s top and caressed the stiff nipples that hadn’t sat inside a bra.

They stood up together and undressed each other, still kissing passionately. Soon they stood before each other without a thread on their young bodies. Josie was 5’6 with black hair and green eyes. Her body was tanned and the nipples on her 34D tits were quite dark. Her wet snatch was hairless and her thighs soft and rounded. Gina was blonde and 5’7. Her tits were small and firm, 32B, with pink nipples. She too was shaved and her legs were long and shapely. Gina took Josie’s hand and led her into her bedroom.

Josie lay down on the bed and parted her legs. Gina straddled across her face and licked along Josie’s wet slit. At the same time Josie’s tongue started licking Gina’s damp pussy. They’d done this millions of times before. They knew exactly how to please each other. They’d lost their virginities within days of each other and whenever they’d been without boyfriends they’d explored each other’s bodies and brought pleasure to each other.

There was no sound in the room except from the slurping of the two girls enthusiastically eating each other’s pussies. Josie knew that Gina loved it when she finger fucked her while sucking on her clit, so she closed her lips around the engorged clit and flicked her tongue across it. As Josie’s fingers entered her cunt Gina tongue fucked her friend with one finger on her nub and another finger teasing her asshole. Josie was the first to cum, with her pussy juices squirting all over Gina’s face and Gina wasn’t far behind. They kissed each other again, tasting their own pussy juices on each other’s lips.

Gina was still not satisfied. She loved to play with Josie’s giant tits and she started sucking on a nipple. Josie reached around and played with Gina’s nipples, tweaking them hard between her fingers, just the way Gina liked it. Then they kissed again, with their nipples touching. Josie got out of bed and got a bag from the floor. She pulled out a variety of vibrators. She took a large black one in her hand and started sucking on it, making sure she was moistening every inch of it. She lay next to Gina who parted her legs and then she pushed it up her friend’s tight cunt. The vibrator was 10 inches long and as thick as her wrist, but Gina was so horny her cunt swallowed it whole. Then Josie switched it on and left it buzzing in her friend’s hole.

Josie then took a smaller vibrator and lubed it with her own cunt juices. Gina parted her legs wider and let Josie insert it up her ass. Josie then grabbed hold of the large vibrator, turned it up on high and started sliding it in and out of Gina’s cunt. She licked and sucked Gina’s tits as she fucked her with the giant vibrator and Gina’s breathing got more laboured. Soon Gina had to give in to the pleasure and she screamed out Josie’s name as she came. When Gina was done cumming Josie pulled out the big black vib and they licked it together.

Gina then took a wobbly blue vibrator. It was even bigger than the black one, but it had a soft and wobbly consistency which made it feel not so big inside their cunts. Like her friend had done before her she started fucking Josie with the vibrator. She shoved another one up Josie’s ass and started pumping her from behind, doggie style. Josie kept fingering her clit and Gina reached around and grabbed hold of Josie’s tits. With incredible willpower Josie hung on for another while, but then she couldn’t take it anymore and she gave in to the orgasm.

The girls were shattered as they collapsed next to each other. Caressing each other’s tits they kissed lightly and fell asleep, naked in the same bed.

******

On the Monday morning they went to their respective new jobs. Gina had been hired as a filing clerk and typist at one company and Josie had been hired as a typist and assistant to the company director’s secretary. The secretary was off sick that day so Josie was thrown in at the deep end. Another secretary showed her how to work the computer and the phones and she then spent the rest of the day trying to not make too many big mistakes.

At the end of the day, just as Josie was about to leave, the company director came back from the meeting he’d been in all day. He looked at Josie with a frown on his face.

“You must be Janelle’s assistant?” he finally said.

“Yes,” Josie stood up and proffered her hand. “I’m Josie Miller.”

The director’s eyes slowly took in the young body with the magnificent tits. She’d dressed in a short black skirt, black stockings, black high heels and a white shirt that accentuated the size of her breasts.

“Come into my office Miss Miller,” he said. “Let’s get better acquainted.”

Josie followed him in and he put his papers down on his desk. He then walked up to Josie and cupped her elbow. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“No thanks,” Josie replied politely.

“How about you get me a drink?” he continued.

“Sure!” Josie walked up to the bar counter. “What would you like?”

“Pussy juice.”

Josie turned around in shock. “Pardon?”

“I said I’d like to drink some pussy juice, do you know where I can get some?”

A million thoughts rushed around in Josie’s head. This was not how she’d envisaged her work. This guy was at least twice her age and married. On the other hand, she hadn’t had a cock for months now and he was good looking. Not to mention what this could do for her career…

“I’m feeling a fresh supply dampening my panties right now,” she replied with a smile.

“We don’t want that to go to waste, do we?” her new boss asked.

Josie walked up to her boss and kissed him. He shoved his tongue inside her mouth and pulled her skirt up. He was pleased to feel the garters at the top of her stockings and soon reached the damp panties. He pulled them off and brought them up to his nose and sniffed them. He smiled and put them in his suit pocket.

They cleared his desk and Josie lay down on it, parting her legs for her boss. He looked at the shiny, naked cunt and didn’t waste any time. He dove straight in and licked the length of her slit, from her asshole to her clit, over and over. Then he entered her tight hole with his tongue. Josie moaned out loud with pleasure. He then started sucking on her clit and entered her wet cunt with his fingers. He sucked and finger fucked her fast and furious, slurping up all the juices he could get.

Gina had had a hard day. She’d been worked off her feet and now she’d been stood in the reception at Josie’s company for 15 minutes, waiting for her friend to come down. There was still no sign of Josie, so when the security guy looked away Gina slipped in to the elevator and rode up to the 10th floor. She walked around and all she could see were empty offices or people deeply concentrating on whatever was on their computer screens. She entered an office suite at the end of the corridor and was drawn to the muffled sounds coming from behind closed doors. She recognised Josie’s purse on the floor next to the desk outside the doors so she slowly opened the door to see what was going on.

She was met by the sight of her friend on a desk with her skirt around her waist and a greying head between her thighs. Gina felt herself getting wet immediately. She wished her new boss had been like this. The guy eating her friend moved his head from her cunt, while still pumping her with his fingers and he kissed her deeply. Neither of them took any notice of the girl at the door who by now had pulled her own skirt up and was massaging her clit through her panties. Josie’s boss started unbuttoning her shirt as he kissed her and finger fucked her. Then he reached around to undo the hook and he pushed the material over her tits so that he could start sucking on those delicious young and firm peaks.

Josie was panting out loud. This guy was so skilled in what he was doing. She felt herself about to cum and she panted this to him. He told her to go for it and with his hands cupping her tits he placed his mouth on her pussy again, ready to lap up her juices. He wasn’t disappointed. Josie came with a scream and he drank her dry. As he moved to kiss Josie he finally saw Gina.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I came for Josie,” she replied.

“Come here and I’ll give you some of Josie,” he said and when she walked up to him he kissed her deeply, sharing Josie’s pussy juices with her.

“Josie tastes so sweet, doesn’t she?” Gina said.

“The sweetest cunt I’ve had in a long time,” he replied. “But I haven’t had yours yet…”

“Oh Gina is much sweeter than me,” Josie said and walked around Gina and cupped her small tits from behind.

“Is she now?” he was obviously interested.

“Why don’t you taste her?” Josie teased and pulled Gina’s skirt up around her waist and then she pulled her minimal panties off and gave them to her boss.

He smelled the panties and smiled. “I’m not sure,” he said and put the second pair of panties in his pocket. “I think I need a better taste.”

Josie was unbuttoning Gina’s shirt and released her pink peaks to the air conditioned office. The boss leaned forward and sucked on one. “Josie wins the tit contest, but I’m willing to do the cunt test as well.”

“But Josie’s cunt will be lonely if you’re eating my pussy,” Gina said innocently, looking at the big bulge in his pants. “Or do you have anything that can fill her tight cunt while your tongue is busy with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said and pulled his pants and boxers off, sporting a 9 inch thick erection. Both girls gasped as they’d never seen such a big cock in real life. Their only experience of that kind of size was from toys. They both wanted some of that meat inside them.

The boss lay down on his desk and Josie straddled his hips, feeling his cock stretching her wet cunt to the limit. He reached up and kneaded her tits while Gina straddled his face, grinding her dripping cunt over his hungry mouth. As Josie started bouncing up and down that powerful shaft his tongue started lapping up Gina’s sweet juices. The sight of Josie riding that beautiful fuck meat, with her big tits bouncing freely, made Gina hot for her and she reached over and started kissing her friend. Soon Josie was sliding up and down, feeling his meat deeper and deeper inside her and kissing Gina deeply. The girls played with each other’s tits as they kissed and had their horny holes seen to by Josie’s boss.

Gina was the first to surrender. Having got a head start, rubbing her clit while watching Josie and the boss, she was already well on her way to orgasm and she soon felt it rip through her like lightning and she screamed into Josie’s lips as her pussy squirted her cum on the bosses face. Josie wasn’t far behind, this huge cock filled her so deliciously and despite wanting to feel it for longer she wasn’t able to. Her body shivered and her pussy walls squeezed the cock hard as she came. The young cunt cumming around his shaft proved too much for the boss and he started shooting his load up her cunt.

“Oh you both taste so sweet,” the boss said as the girls stepped off him.

“And you’re a great pussy eater,” Gina said. “And your cock looked great. I’m so jealous of Josie. Do you think you could manage some for me?”

“Maybe if you two suck me hard again,” he replied and the girls immediately dropped on their knees in front of him, taking turns in sucking Josie’s juices off his shaft. True to his word he was soon hard again.

Gina lay on the desk with her ass on the edge and her legs tucked next to her. The boss shoved his cock up her hot cunt and started fucking her at a quick pace. Josie watched for a while, kneading her own tits and then she decided to get in on the action. She straddled across Gina, her tits falling heavily on Gina’s tits and she started kissing her friend. The boss was now faced with the sweet smooth cunt he’d just fucked and he could see his cum and her juices running out of that tight, delicious snatch. He lifted her ass higher and shoved his face in her pussy again, lapping up her cum mixed juices. 

Both girls were moaning at the other end. Gina was loving being filled by the giant cock as much as Josie had and their kissing and tit playing was adding to the pleasure. Josie loved being eaten for the second time. Soon Gina came again, contracting hard around the pumping cock. The boss pulled out of her quickly.

“Josie, blow me!” he said and Josie got down on her knees and sucked him deep down her throat and cupped his balls. His cock tasted so good with Gina’s juices all over it.

Gina knew that Josie hadn’t cum again while she was being eaten so she placed her head between Josie’s soft thighs and let her tongue taste what was left of the cum and also the juices she knew so well. Josie felt a tingle in her entire body. She loved this cock. Her tongue caressed it all over as he slid in and out across her lips, fucking her mouth faster and faster. With Gina’s expert tongue and fingers in her cunt she couldn’t hold back and started cumming. Her body spasmed violently and she screamed her orgasm around the cock in her mouth. This was what the boss had needed. He shot his load down her throat and then he pulled out and shot again all over her face and then on her tits.

The boss sat back with a smile on his face. He looked at the two young girls he’d just been fucking. “Clean her up,” he said to Gina and she immediately started kissing and licking Josie’s tits and face. If he hadn’t already cum twice in a short space of time he would have been tempted to shaft them again, but he knew that he needed a break.

“You two are the most delicious sluts I’ve ever cum across,” he said with a grin. “I’ve gotta get more of you.”

He pulled a slip of paper from a drawer and scribbled over it. “Take this to personnel in the morning,” he said to Josie. “I’ve discovered hidden talents in you and I require you as my personal typist and stenographer.”

“I can’t do stenography,” said Josie hesitantly as she looked at the figure of her new pay, it was a hefty raise.

“I doubt you’ll need to learn it to suck my cock and fuck me,” he laughed.

“Are you looking for a job?” he asked Gina.

“I just started one today, but it was boring,” she replied. “Do you have anything in mind?”

“Well, Josie’s job is too demanding for one person to handle. I think you need to job share.”

“I think that sounds like something I could do,” Gina smiled.

He scribbled on a second piece of paper. “I gotta go home now. I’ll see one of you here bright and early tomorrow and the other one works late. I want you both here at midday. Work out the schedule between you.”

The girls giggled and started walking towards the door. 

“You might want to pull your skirts down and button up your shirts,” he said with his eyes fixed on Josie’s bouncing tits.

Josie and Gina looked at each other. “That’s right,” Gina said. “We should really go home and continue there.”

Their boss smiled at this thought as they exited the office and he took their panties out of his pocket and smelled them. “One more thing,” he called out. “My stenographers don’t wear panties.”