76 comments/ 143672 views/ 42 favorites It's Okay By: Cyanlot "It's okay," she cooed. "Just relax." But it wasn't okay. It wasn't going to be okay. Still, her voice was soothing. I looked up at her beautiful, heart-shaped face. Her skin was like porcelain-smooth and milky white. Her hair was dark and cropped short above her neckline. And her eyes...her gorgeous, pale blue eyes. I'd fallen love with those eyes the first time I'd seen them. But as she spoke, it was her lips that captured my attention-her dark red, full, soft lips. "Relax...relax," she repeated. "It's going to be okay. Really." If I could have forgotten about the situation, I could have believed her just from the tone of her voice. It was calm and confident. But I couldn't forget the situation I was in. It was so different from what I'd planned-from anything I'd foreseen. Ruth's hands were pressed against my forearms, above my head. But she wasn't holding me down. She couldn't do that. I'm not a very big guy, but I could have easily thrown her off if my hands hadn't been tied to the far side of the bed. I think she held me the way she did because she liked feeling as if she was restraining me. She wasn't, but she was definitely in charge. She moved her body off to the side of mine, but kept her face just inches above mine as she continued to try to calm me. "Just let it happen. It will be fine. Really. Trust me. You'll be fine." How could it be okay? How could I be fine? Ruth let go of my arms with one hand and drew her hand slowly down my naked body to my thigh. She gently pulled my thigh toward her, spreading my legs slightly. I could have fought. I could have thrashed and flailed, but to what end? I was defeated. I was tied up and completely helpless. Ruth leaned in and kissed me gently, almost innocently. As she pulled her sensuous lips away, she said again, "Shhhh. It's okay. Everything's okay." And then I felt my knees being pulled upward and apart and the anticipated, the inevitable, pressure of the man's cock press against my asshole. Instinctively, I squeezed my sphincter, trying, I guess, to keep my virginity. It was a lost cause, of course. The pressure increased and I knew that ultimately, the man would take me. Nothing I could do would stop it from happening. "Just relax. It's okay. It's okay." But I knew it wasn't okay. It was never going to be okay. I was going to be fucked by my wife's lover. He was going to fuck me in front of my wife while she cooed inanities like, "It's okay." This wasn't how tonight was supposed to turn out. At least, not like I planned for it to turn out. And I did have a plan. I'd begun to worry about my relationship with Ruth almost a year ago. At first there was nothing specific-nothing I could really identify. She just seemed more distant and less playful with me. For a while, I made excuses. I chalked it up to our both being busy, to the truism that "the honeymoon can't last forever." But then things started happening that I couldn't write off. There were matches in the car from a bar that I'd never been to. There were phone conversations that got very quiet and then abruptly cut off when I walked into the room. There were some days when Ruth would call late in the afternoon to say that she had to work late that night, but when I asked her about what was going on at work, she was extremely vague. I finally put the pieces together and came to the conclusion that Ruth was having an affair. I didn't have hard enough evidence to confront her with yet. But I planned get it. I did a little detective work. It was easy enough to look at her cell phone records. We shared an account and the whole call history was available on line. Over most of the past year, Ruth had called, and been called by, one number hundreds of times-sometimes late at night when I'd been sleeping and she'd apparently gotten out of bed to talk to this person. I tried to track down the owner of the cell number by doing a reverse look-up on line, but without luck. I called the phone several times from different phones, but never got an answer and the voice-mail message was the default, generic one without any helpful information. While I was pursuing my detective work and anguishing over Ruth's infidelity, I suddenly had to go out of town for a few days for work. I tried to get out of it, but without luck. I thought I might be able to get Darrin, my best friend at work to take the trip in my place, but he said he couldn't-that he had unbreakable commitments in town during that time. So, I was stuck leaving town for three days and two nights while I was in turmoil over Ruth's affair. I wondered whether she might bring her lover into our house-into our bed. The thought made me feel sick to my stomach. I almost threw up when I envisioned her falling back on our bed, pulling her lover down on her to take her where we had made love so often. Kissing him, sucking him, begging him to fuck her. I had to fight the images away. I've heard about husbands who set up elaborate surveillance devices to catch their wives entertaining lovers. I didn't know how to do that and I didn't have time to learn. But I had a low-tech alternative to at least tell me if someone was at our house with her. There was an old lady who lived two doors down, across the street. She had nothing better to do with her time than to spy on the neighbors. Ruth never talked with her; she said the old lady was crazy and Ruth didn't like having to interact with her beyond a casual 'hello'. I didn't have to do much. I just told Mrs. Haggerty that I'd be gone for a few days and that Ruth's brother might be visiting and staying there while I was gone. I told her that I just wanted her to know so she wouldn't worry if she saw a strange car there. That would be enough to make sure the old woman was looking and I knew that if I had any sort of conversation with her at all after I came back, Mrs. Haggerty would either say something about Ruth's brother being there or ask me why he didn't come. I spoke with Ruth on the phone both nights that I was away. It was kind of late when we talked, and I couldn't help being flooded with worries. Was she with him while I was talking with her? Were they in bed? Had they been fucking and I interrupted them? Were they exchanging smirks while we spoke? Was he teasing her, trying to make it hard for her to talk calmly? I couldn't answer any of these questions, but they gnawed at me. When I got home, everything looked completely in order. The only suspicious thing was that the sheets were clean. We usually washed the sheets on Saturday and this was only Thursday. I didn't ask about them. I just said, as I slipped into bed that night, "Ummm. Clean sheets!" "Yeah. They always feel so good so I decided to throw the sheets in the wash this morning so you could come home to clean sheets." I wasn't buying it, but I didn't want to confront her now. On Saturday, when Ruth went to the supermarket, I had a chance to talk with Old Lady Haggerty. I didn't bring up the matter of whether Ruth's brother visited. I just chatted about the weather. Mrs. Haggerty turned the conversation in the direction I wanted. She thought it was a shame that Ruth's brother just happened to be in town on the days I was out of town. For a minute, I wondered whether she was sharper than I'd given her credit for. Maybe she'd figured everything out. But there was nothing in her tone that made this clear and I decided to interpret her comment as an innocent one. There was enough guilt elsewhere on the street. I had a strange mixture of feelings. The most powerful was the return of the sickness provoked by the sorts of images I'd been entertaining recently. But I confess to also feeling some satisfaction in having figured it out and confirmed it before it became blatantly obvious. What do they say? The husband is always the last to know. Not this time! But I didn't know what to do. I thought about it for the rest of the weekend. I had a lot of time; I wasn't sleeping very well. In the wee hours of Monday morning, I devised a plan. I was going to set up a trap and confront Ruth and the bastard she was sleeping with. I didn't want to hurt them. Well, maybe I did want to hurt them, but I wasn't going to. I might scare them a bit, though. They deserved that and scaring them might be adequate for restoring my sense of self-respect. If I could make them shake with fear and feel sorry for what they'd done, that would be good. And then I thought of Darrin. Darrin was a pretty serious gun nut. Well, maybe not a nut but he had probably half a dozen guns, which seemed like a whole lot to me. I decided I'd borrow one to give me the advantage when I sprang the trap. I told Darrin I needed to come by his house on the way home from work to talk with him. That was fine; he was going to be home. I didn't plan to tell Darrin what I wanted the gun for, but he was curious of course and eventually I told him the whole story. He listened very closely and was extremely sympathetic. He tried to discourage me from my plan, but I wouldn't be deterred. When he realized that I was resolute, he gave in. He gave me a small pistol. He told me what kind it was and lots of random facts about it. But I don't know anything about guns and I forgot as quickly as he told me. I didn't even pay that much attention when he was showing me how to use it. I intended only to brandish it around and, hopefully, make this fucker shit his pants. I left Darrin's house feeling very good-at least better than I'd felt for the last week. It took me the rest of the week to set the trap. I had to go out of town again, I told Ruth, the next week. I hated to do it after being gone part of the past week. I usually didn't have to travel for work more than five or six times a year but now I had to be out of town twice in just three weeks. Ruth sympathized but said that she would do fine. I wondered whether there was an edge to her tone, whether she was trying to play a secret game of mocking me. Probably not. I was probably being paranoid. I arranged a few personal days off work and the next Tuesday, I packed my bags as I always do when I travel. I drove off as if I was on my way to the airport, but I spent the day, and the early part of the evening in a bar, nursing beers slowly. I didn't mind a slight buzz-there's courage in Coors-but I didn't want to be impaired in any way. After dark, I drove back to the house. There was no car in the driveway or in front of the house. I was worried that, perhaps, Ruth had gotten suspicious and decided not to invite her lover over. More likely, though, they just hadn't been able to arrange it tonight. For all I knew, he was married and had difficulties making excuses to get out for the night. I was afraid my plan wasn't going to work. I decided to park a few houses down the street and wait. I waited for an hour. No car came. I was just about to give up when I saw the light go on in our bedroom. And, I saw two silhouettes on the curtain. Two! The bastard was already in my house. For all I knew, he had been getting his dick sucked in the living room, or maybe they had been fucking in the kitchen, all the while I'd been sitting in my car. No sense crying over a missed opportunity, though. Let them have one last fuck before I confronted them. What do I care? (No sooner had I thought it than I realized that I really cared a lot.) Now was the time, though. Maybe it would have been better to do it earlier, but now was good enough. I left my car where it was so they wouldn't hear me driving up to the house. I walked up to the house as a quietly as I could. My heart was pounding, my ears were burning up and my knees were weak, but I got to the house and silently unlocked and opened the door. I crept down the hallway, reaching in my jacket pocket to feel the hand gun. It was reassuring. I was confident I would be in charge of the situation. Of course, it was misplaced confidence, as it turned out. But at the time I found the presence of the gun in my pocket very comforting. I'd laid my trap and I was about to spring it. So I thought. The door to our bedroom was ajar. I pulled the gun from my pocket and pushed the door open quickly. I could see only my wife on the bed, lying back and watching me. Strangely, she didn't seem surprised. I started to turn to look around the room when I was grabbed from behind. I struggled, trying to free my hands, but he was too strong. My arms were trapped against my sides; I was helpless. Then, I remembered the gun in my hand. I couldn't aim it at the guy, and I wasn't going to try to shoot him, anyway. But I figured that a loud report from the gun might startle him and make him think twice about man-handling me. When I pulled the trigger, though, the only sound was a slight click. I pulled the trigger again. Same thing. Had I screwed up? Was there some sort of safety I needed to turn off? I was sure I'd done everything Darrin said to do before using the gun. I didn't have much time to think about things. Ruth was walking toward me with a rag in her hand. I couldn't decipher her expression. I didn't have much time to try. She put the rag over my mouth and nose. It smelled awful, but not for long. I felt myself slump as I lost consciousness. The trap had been sprung, all right. And I was the prey. When I woke up, I was naked, lying on my back across the bed with my arms tied over my head. Ruth was on top of me watching me rouse from unconsciousness and uttering her "soothing" words: "It's okay." I couldn't see the man who was about to fuck me. Ruth was in the way. But I felt his hands pulling my knees up and apart. I felt him press his hard cock against my anus. I felt my sphincter clamp shut, to no effect. His cock was pressing hard and, despite my best efforts, it was beginning to open me up. He'd obviously lubricated his cock well because it was only the resistance of my muscles, not friction, that was slowing the progress of his cock into my ass. And my muscles were losing the battle. I felt myself stretch open. "It's okay." Jesus, I wish she'd stop saying that. It hurt. It was humiliating. It was anything but okay. And still, he pressed in. The pain had subsided a bit and I could feel the smoothness of his skin as his cock penetrated my hole. He stopped part way in and held it there for a few seconds before withdrawing until he was almost out. I could feel my asshole trying to return to its normal size. But then he pushed in, slowly again, until he was almost all the way in. I could feel his pubic hairs touching the cheeks of my ass. "See? It's okay. You're fine. Feel how he fills you up." I could feel it fine, but it didn't feel fine. It felt awful. Then he pulled out again, paused just inside the entrance to my ass and, finally, pushed in slowly again, this time until he was buried to the hilt in my butt. And then he started to fuck me. I mean, he started the rhythmic in-and-out motion of a real fuck. It was a weird feeling. The pain had almost completely vanished. There was still this terrible humiliation of being anonymously fucked by my wife's lover while she whispered soothing silliness in my ear. But there was also something interesting about the sensation itself. I've read stories in which guys claim to get hard as a rock just by being fucked in the asshole. I don't know if that really happens but it wasn't with me. My cock was limp and, it seemed, shriveled. At one point, Ruth cupped my cock and balls with her hand and I could feel how limp and small I was. Was this better or worse than getting hard? I didn't know. Getting hard might make it seem like I was enjoying this. But having a shriveled dick flopping around while my ass was getting pounded by a big, hard cock was emasculating. Worse that Ruth was watching. She'd turned her head away from mine to watch the action below, I guess. She'd stopped with her mantra of "it's okay"s-something I thought I'd be thankful for. But I wasn't, because she'd replaced it with quiet moans. They were moans of pleasure, like one might make when tasting or feeling something wonderful. And I just knew that she was moaning for me-trying to make it seem as if I was enjoying this. Ruth's head was still blocking my view. I couldn't see my assailant. I tried to lean away from her so that I could see, but the restraints on my hands kept me from moving far enough. Ruth could feel me trying to move though. She turned back to me and said, "Oh ... I'm sorry. Of course ... you want to see your lover." I didn't like that at all. He wasn't my lover! He was my assailant. (I couldn't say 'rapist', even to myself. Somehow that seemed even more degrading and emasculating.) Ruth slowly moved her head out of my line of sight. Jesus Christ! JesusFuckingChrist! It was Darrin who was fucking my ass. My best friend-or at least the guy I thought was my best friend. He'd been fucking my wife for nearly a year-a year during which we'd drunk beers together, watched ball games together, ogled women together-and now he was fucking me. Darrin wasn't looking at me when I first looked up at him. He had his eyes closed just enjoying the sensations he was getting from my ass around his cock. I twisted in reaction to seeing who it was. I was trying to get away from him-to get away from this awful, impossible situation. My motion drew him out of his reverie. When he looked down on me, he stopped fucking for a second and then a smirk spread across his face and he slammed into me harder than he had been doing. There was a violence in his fucking now. He pressed hard and deep into my ass, trying to reach even deeper than he had been reaching and making it clear that he owned my ass. "GOD DAMN IT!" I yelled. "You fucker!" Darrin didn't say anything but Ruth laughed and said, "And now he's your fucker." She ran her fingers up my abdomen and chest and touched my lips. "So, how do you like it? Is it okay?" "Let me go!" I said, but with no means of enforcing my demand. "I don't think so, honey. Darrin seems to be enjoying this and we'll just have to keep it up until you start enjoying it, too." That was going to be never, I thought. But Darrin was enjoying it. And I don't think it was just the sensation of my ass clamped down on his cock. He'd pulled my legs up and was holding them apart and high above my head. At one point, he put one of my legs on his shoulder to free a hand and flipped my withered pecker back and forth with his fingers for a second-just to emphasize that it was so tiny and impotent. He wasn't just enjoying the physical sensation my ass gave his cock. He enjoyed dominating and humiliating me in front of my wife, too. There's no doubt who's the alpha male when one guy's lying there with his legs spread over his head with his tiny, shriveled dick flopping as he gets his ass reamed by the other guy's hard cock. Now it was my turn to look away. I just couldn't stand looking at his superior smirk as he fucked me. I don't believe for a minute that Ruth misunderstood why I closed my eyes, but she pretended I was doing it so I could concentrate on how good it felt to get fucked by Darrin. And she started cooing to me again. "Oh, yeah, honey. Just close your eyes and focus on that beautiful hard cock thrusting in and out of your little cunt." It wasn't a cunt. It was an ass. And it wasn't for fucking. It was for shitting. Well, I guess I couldn't have pressed that line too hard. I'd pleaded with Ruth to let me fuck her in the ass. She'd never given in. "Ohhh. I know exactly how it feels. It feels so good to have his hard cock stretching your ass." I opened my eyes suddenly at that and looked at her. She knew what I was thinking. "Oh, yeah. I guess Darrin and I get a little more carried away in our lovemaking than you and I ever have. But now you can feel exactly what I do when he fucks me in the ass. Isn't it wonderful?" It's Okay I didn't answer. I just wanted this to be over. Ruth was intent on having her fun, though. She kissed me and, as she did, her hand snaked down to my limp pecker. When her soft fingers wrapped around my penis, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and then began stroking my cock. It took a while, but after a few minutes of her stroking and kissing me and Darrin, who seemed to be in no hurry, reaming my ass, my cock began to respond. "See, Darling? You like it. You just had to get over those silly hang-ups you had. Like "I'm a man," "men don't get fucked in the ass," and all that. Just focus on how nice Darrin's cock feels stretching you and filling your asshole. Now you're loving it, aren't you?" Her hand was moving faster now and Darrin was keeping up with the rhythm of her stroking. Despite all of the humiliation, shame and fear, it felt good to have Ruth stroke my cock. I didn't feel impotent any more. I was as hard as I've ever been and my hips began thrusting involuntarily. That seemed to get Darrin even more excited. "See? That's it. Wiggle your little ass for Darrin. Show him how good you can make his cock feel with your tight little boy-pussy." I would have protested, at least in my own mind. But I was getting close to an orgasm so I just shut out Ruth's words, at least as much as I could, and focused on my impending climax. It was intense. It seemed to last forever, I was so caught up in the moment. I don't usually shoot my cum very far. It usually just sort of dribbles out. But this time I shot a long arc up to my neck. The second jet hit my chest and two more hit my stomach. I had jism all over myself. And, in just seconds, urged on I guess by the involuntary contractions of my asshole when I came, I had a load of jism in my ass, too. Darrin thrusted over and over again, roaring out that he was cumming, as if an announcement needed to be made. Ruth enjoyed the show. Even more, she enjoyed scooping up my cream and feeding it to me with her fingers. I'd tasted my cum before sometimes when I'd jacked off. I didn't like the taste all that much and I'd certainly never tasted my cum with Ruth around. That would be just plain queer. I didn't have much choice now. I was tied to the bed with another man's now softening cock still deep in my ass. I was a defeated man, and I knew it. While Ruth was feeding me my jism, Darrin slipped out of me and flopped down in a chair next to the bed. "Wow! That was great!" he said to no one in particular. Great for one of us, I thought. But immediately I admitted to myself that, if you set aside pain I felt at first and the humiliation I still felt, if you concentrated just on the feeling of the orgasm, it was the most intense orgasm I could remember feeling. But it not as if I was going to smoke a cigarette with Darrin and say, "It was great for me, too." Darrin and I rested from our exertions. Ruth got up and did something in the bathroom. I didn't know what, but I could hear the water running for a while. When Ruth came back, she had a hot wet towel, which she set on my chest as she untied my hands. "Now, Love. I want you get on your knees in front of Darrin and clean off his beautiful cock. Get all of your slimy shit off of it." "NO!" I surprised myself with the vehemence of my response. "I'm leaving." "No you're not, Honey. In the first place, Darrin could beat the crap out of you before you got to the door. And, in the second place, I have a gun that actually has live bullets in it." She smiled demurely. "You're not going anywhere and you're doing exactly what I say." To emphasize the point, she showed me the gun. It was a revolver and she opened and spun the chambers to show me it was loaded. I got off the bed and knelt down before Darrin with the towel. He spread his legs to give me access to his now stinky cock. And I started cleaning it off with the towel. "No, Honey. You've got to show him how much you love his cock. Don't just wipe it off like you're wiping a glass. Caress it gently and lovingly. And do a good job," Ruth paused for dramatic effect. "You know you should always wash things well before you put them in your mouth. I was ready to say 'no' again, but I knew what the reply to 'no' was. What was the point? As I was kneeling down, washing Darrin's cock, I felt his cum begin to dribble out of my asshole, down the cheeks of my ass and onto the carpet. My first reaction was to try to hold it in to avoid making a mess on the carpet. Then I realized that I didn't want to be holding in Darrin's cum so I just let it dribble out. "Now I think Darrin could use a little R&R time, Honey. Why don't you come over here and take care of your wife now? Darrin couldn't really take care of me properly before you came. We were saving up his energy for you. So I could really use your tongue on my slit." Ruth lay down on the bed and spread her legs to give me access. I'd licked her to orgasms thousands of times before. I'd always liked doing that. Now I hated it. I hated Ruth for putting me through this. I hated being a pussy-licker for my wife when she was obviously saving her more daring sexual activities for Darrin. I hated the fact that Darrin was sitting just a few feet away, feeling terribly superior while I satisfied my wife with my tongue. But I did what I had to. Ruth was really horny. Even two orgasms weren't enough for her. She didn't finally push me away and say that she'd had enough until after her third intense, and loud, orgasm. And then, for a few precious moments, I was left alone. No one was humiliating me. No one was paying attention to me at all. After a while, though, Ruth got a second wind. She didn't want another orgasm-at least not one for her. But she wanted to control things again. "Do you think you can stand up for a while now Darrin?" He did think so and he did stand up. "Okay, Honey. You got the benefit of Darrin's hard cock in your ass. Now it's time for you to show him how much you appreciate it." Again, the dramatic pause. "Get on your knees in front of him and make love to his cock." She waited a second but, even though I was moving, she started up again. "And I mean it. You're not going to get away with just sucking Darrin off. I want you to make love to his cock. Let him know that his is the best cock that's ever fucked your little boy-pussy, the best cock you've ever sucked." Well, it was that, of course. It was also the worst cock that I'd ever had. But Ruth didn't want to discuss the fine points of grammar and logic. She wanted her show. In a way, the hardest thing I did that night (I suddenly had an urge to say, 'other than Darrin's cock'. I don't know what it means that I'm inclined to make jokes now. I think it's just a nervous reaction.)...the hardest thing I did that night was when I knelt down in front of Darrin. It was such a primitive and blatant sign of submission. My heart was pounding and I felt as if, even though this was all forced, I'd somehow conceded something important to Darrin and Ruth. I wasn't a man any more. I was a sexual toy for either of them to use as they saw fit. When my fingers touched Darrin's cock, it sort of jumped. He was excited. And I think it was about the same sign of submission that had me in turmoil. Of course, he was on the other side of the sign of submission. I stroked him gently and felt him harden in my hand. I hated this guy. I had thought he was my friend and all the time he was fucking my wife behind my back. And, then when he was about to be found out, did he come clean and quit like an honorable man? Of course not. Did he just skulk away and hope that I'd never find out it was him? No. He set up a trap so he could completely humiliate me in front of Ruth. He knew that things could never be the same between Ruth and me after this. She could never respect, much less love, me now. He used our friendship, or what I thought was a friendship, to trap me. He let me confess my plan and, in so doing, give him the upper hand. I hated him. But I confess that I felt a sense of power when he responded to my touch. By the time he was almost fully hard, I didn't have to force myself to take him into my mouth. It seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed necessary. And as his tumescent tube filled my mouth, I heard a quiet moan escape from my throat-the sort of moan Ruth had been projecting for me earlier. I could feel the raw power of his erection, the desire and, even, need that drove him to thrust in and out of my mouth. I controlled that. Of course, I didn't have the option of quitting, but still, it was my hands, my lips, my tongue that turned a soft mass of floppy flesh into a hard pumping and thrusting rod. I closed my eyes and worked Darrin's cock hard with my lips. I realized where I was psychologically now. If Ruth had told me to forget it, that I could leave, I would have stayed. I would have kept my lips wrapped around Darrin's cock trying to milk it of its seed, of its male essence. I wanted to make him explode in my mouth. I wanted to feel his salty treat cover my tongue and slide down my throat. Ruth could see the transition. Darrin could feel it. There was no use trying to hide it. I moaned with pleasure at the feeling of his throbbing cock in my mouth and I jacked the base of his cock hard. Darrin put his hands on the back of my head and thrust even deeper into my mouth. I was quickly rewarded with his salty, sweet, stinging cum flooding my mouth. Three, four, maybe five spurts filled my mouth. And I swallowed it with relish. Darrin fell down in the chair, completely spent. And, in a final act of acceptance and submission, I gently kissed his softening cock and lay my head on his lap. "See, Hon. I told you. You'd be fine. I told you it would be okay." And Ruth was right. It was okay. It's Okay, Dad My heart was racing like that of a young schoolboy undressing for the very first time in front of his girl. I had just stepped out of the shower. It was mid-afternoon and I had nothing particularly on my mind. When you're semi-retired, that happens sometimes. Then the thoughts came rushing at me once again. This time I would act them out. I needed to take my fantasy to the next level. I felt a little weak in the knees at the prospect. I began to dry off slowly. 'This is ridiculous', I thought. 'What am I doing?' And then I remembered some advice from another sexually deprived or overly horny stranger on a website I often frequented. 'Go for it. If you don't try, you'll never know. You have to make the first move. If she has the same feelings, she may not have the courage to reveal them without your help. Trust your instincts. What do you have to lose?' 'Everything,' I thought to myself. 'Still, there might also be much to gain.' So I continued working the towel across my back, deliberately taking far too long over this simple ritual. As my imagination took over I pictured her perfect little body, toned and tight. I was already almost fully erect. Not what I wanted. If she saw me now it would be embarrassing for us both. I wanted to show some extra length, not put my lust on parade. At least not yet anyway. I turned my thoughts to the hassles of my my part-time income and got back some control over my undisciplined cock. I knew the back door was unlocked and hoped she would walk in while I was still undressed. She often came in at this time of day to pick up her purse before heading home. She worked nearby and liked to be punctual, on and off the clock. Just like me. I finished drying between my legs. As I reached down to towel off my thighs and calves I heard her footsteps approaching along the short hallway. 'Good' I thought fleetingly. 'No time to get another hard on.' She must have sensed I was in the bedroom but it was too late for her to step back. "Aah geez Dad," she quipped as she glanced in my direction. Her eyes dropped to my crotch and I was pleased that her exclamation had not exactly been one of disgust. With a little effort my scheme had worked. My daughter had seen me totally naked for the first time, sporting a semi-erection no less. "Sorry hon," I replied. "Wasn't expecting to get walked in on." She half turned and made a show of looking away. "Yeah, well, it's not like we're exactly strangers I suppose." "We sure would feel like it if we were both naked," I chuckled. Moments of silence followed and it took me that long to remember to cover myself. "On your way home?" I asked casually. She had not moved away from the doorway but was also being careful to avert her eyes. I thought it only natural to throw the towel onto the bed and begin to dress, starting with my Fruit of the Loom briefs. They were a snug fit. I enjoyed the fact that the thin material cradled my butt cheeks tightly and only served to accentuate the outline of my stiffened organ. This 50-something year-old needed all the help he could get. "It's okay, you can turn around now. I'm decent," I offered. Georgina turned slowly towards me again. "That's hardly much better Dad," she said smiling broadly. " Anyways, no. Like I thought I'd hang out here this aft. Maybe catch the ball game on TV with you later. I've got nothing on this evening." "Really?" I smirked, unable to resist an attempt at some light humor. I anticipated a smart alec response. My daughter had the same raunchy sense of humor as I did. "Well, could be. If I was home and Stan was around," she promptly replied. Damn, I hated it when she talked about her boyfriend. Was I simply jealous of what he was getting? Probably. "I mean I'm not going out or anything tonight," explained Georgina with mock gruffness. "Might as well be here as just sitting around at home. If you don't mind, that is. Mom's still away visiting with her out-of-town friends and I thought you might like the company." "She'll be back sometime tomorrow I gather. So if you want to hang out here that would be great. We'll cook up something quick to eat later. How about spaghetti and meatballs? Nice and simple?" I asked, letting my hand go to my crotch and pretending thoughtless innocence as I made some adjustments. "Okay, meatballs it is," grinned Georgina. "You're wicked," I said. "Wherever did you get that mind of yours?" "Guess," she responded simply. With that she went into the living room where I joined her a short time later, casually attired in blue jeans and a T-shirt with the slogan: 'At least old people don't finish first.' It had been one of her birthday gifts to me. She was sitting on the couch flipping through one of her mother's fashion magazines. I chose a chair alongside so that I could study her discreetly, taking in the way she lay with her ankles crossed, her long legs stretched out to accentuate her lightly padded 'come play with me' thighs. Damn. Did she have any idea how hot she was? Georgina had always been my favorite of our three children. My second daughter, she was a tomboy through and through who enjoyed physical activities, had a quick wit and a mischievous demeanor. She was petite and slim with long blond hair, a fair complexion, gray/blue eyes and had a wide, sensuous mouth. Her five-foot two-inch frame curved in all the right places. Physically she had matured late and was into her mid-teens by the time she began to develop a womanly figure. Now twenty-eight, single and 'looking' she often showed quite a bit of cleavage, preferring scoop necked blouses as part of her daily ensemble. Her tiny waist and small back only served to accentuate what I surmised were generously sized tits. How I ached to see them free and unencumbered by clothing. Quite suddenly she looked across at me. "Hey, Dad. Wanna bake a cake?" "Oh, I dunno. I've really got a lot going on right now. I just don't know where to begin." My sarcasm wouldn't be lost on her, I knew. "Really, though. Sounds like fun. Why a cake?" I asked, a little surprised at this suggestion coming from my non-domesticated daughter. "No reason. We've never done it before," said Georgina. "There's lot of things we've never done together." "What do you mean?" she shot back. I hesitated a moment, allowing her time to let her thoughts roam. "Oh, well, like skydiving for one." "Funny you should say that Dad. You know, Stan was saying ..." "Yeah, Stan" I interrupted, clearly showing my disinterest. "So, let's begin." She stood up and walked into the kitchen, leaving the magazine open on the couch. I looked more closely and noted that she had turned the pages to the lingerie section. Wonder who she is buying for? Stan, of course. I knew she was no virgin. Perhaps subconsciously I felt the need as her father to compete with her boyfriends. What I lacked in youth and stamina I felt certain we could make up for in the throes and passion of an illicit liaison. I followed her to the kitchen where she was already busy gathering the ingredients. "Who's the lingerie for?" I asked consumed with curiosity and, irrationally, more than a little jealous. It wouldn't do any harm for her to know how I felt. "No-one. I was just browsing. Can't a girl look?" "Of course," I replied and almost added: 'You already did. At me. What did you think?' "Notice anything in there you liked Dad?" "Gina, in case you hadn't noticed I'm male. And most men aren't all that choosey. We love all ladies' frilly things. So, what kind of cake is it gonna be?" I asked, changing the subject. As I slipped past her to the counter I ran my hand along the small of her back. No reaction. Was that a good sign or a bad omen? If she wasn't even cognizant of that small show of affection how could I possibly hope to move any sexual feelings she had for me to the next level? "My fav... chocolate coconut. Here's the recipe," she said handing me a book she had pulled from the shelf. "Alright," I began. "First we're going to need a separate bowl to mix the flour, eggs and butter." "Oh, no" cut in Georgina. "That's not the way this is going to work. You're not gonna sit there and read. You actually have to help Dad." "Fine. But you can't just throw any amount of stuff into a bowl. You're supposed to measure it. So, for the flour we'll need two cups to begin. Here's a jug. Pour some in to the right level. See the markings on the side? I'll get the eggs. Can I fix you anything to drink? This is a special occasion and I'm going to make myself an early sun downer. Scotch and soda for me." "Um, no thanks," she replied, hesitating momentarily. "Why not? You don't have to drive tonight. You could stay over. And I have some coolers, the Vex strawberry lemonade you like so much. How about it?" "Okay but that stuff goes straight to my head. S o don't blame me if you end up carrying me to bed later." I couldn't resist smiling to myself. Oh if only that opportunity really came to pass. Was I reading too much into what she had said? For the next half-hour we went about mixing ingredients with more or less some discipline, following the recipe closely. All the while I took every opportunity to glance at the outline of her breasts as they pressed against the light fabric of her pale-blue almost sheer blouse. At other times I admired her rounded, firm ass as it moved seductively in her skin-tight jeans. I was thoroughly enjoying being physically close to my daughter, even relishing the simple touching of our hands as we worked shoulder to shoulder. After our third drink we were both beginning to feel pretty relaxed around one other. At one point Gina leaned over the table to reach for the book. In so doing she allowed me a full down-blouse view of her breasts tucked into her floral patterned La Senza demi cup bra. Ordinarily I would have looked away quickly, hoping my lascivious glances would go unnoticed. However, on this occasion I boldly allowed my eyes to linger. She was very aware of what I was doing but I was determined to test our relationship, to perhaps take it to a new level. I could always blame it on the whiskey. "You like?" she asked, giving her shoulders a subtle wiggle and then squeezing them together so that her perfectly shaped mounds, the color of alabaster, popped out even more fully from their cups. I smiled and gave my head a shake as if to come out of a trance. "Oops, sorry. Nice view by the way. You've been hiding those puppies quite well from your old Dad. Didn't mean to be obvious about it." "It's okay, Dad. But you didn't answer my question." "What's not to like," I replied, now thinking about the matching panties she was likely wearing. "From what I've seen of your boobs I'd say they're.... they're... well, lovely!" "Lovely? What kind of a way is that to describe breasts? Lovely? Really Dad. I would have thought you could do better than that." "Well. Okay. Sexy then. How's that?" "A little better." And we returned to work measuring and mixing the coconut, sugar and cocoa ingredients for the icing. Gina dipped her pinkie into the bowl and lifted her hand to her mouth, sucking her finger clean of the chocolaty paste. She repeated the motion and stepped towards me. I opened my mouth, anticipating her offering. I was getting really turned on. Instead she smeared the mixture onto my nose, squealed and dodged past me to race to the other side of the table. She flashed a confident, challenging grin. 'Man, she knows all the moves,' I thought. 'Learned or intuition?' "Now you've done it," I offered, dipping two fingers into the bowl and reaching for her as we continued to circle the table, laughing all the while. She must have let me catch up. Suddenly she was standing before me and I quickly covered one check and her lips in the flavored icing sugar. I did not realize that the bowl was again within easy reach of her hand and our game of cat and mouse began in earnest. As we played our bodies frequently came into contact and more than once I 'accidentally' brushed against her chest, feeling the softness and swell of her breasts. I wondered if she had noticed that I was again fully erect. "Is that the best you can do," she chided and in one quick movement, managed to rub a huge dollop of the icing sugar onto my balding pate. "How's this?" I queried, throwing my arms about her as she turned once more to flee. I was out of control and no longer cared one whit. Pulling her back tightly against my chest, my left arm swung over her shoulder and my hand disappeared into her blouse. There it sought out and found space inside her bra. I cupped her breast. It felt warm, firm and more than ample in my palm. She only playfully resisted as I slowly and deliberately massaged the icing mix over her, feeling her nipple come erect as I did so. At that moment I realized how brazen I had been. "I'm sorry. Shit. Sorry. Didn't mean...." I stammered as I made to remove my hand. "I thought it was a cupcake." I fervently hoped this latest attempt at humor would buy me some good will. Gina simply smiled. "It's okay, Dad" she replied quietly as she moved her hand to cover mine and keep it inside her blouse. "Really, no biggie." We stood like that, tight and still, for a while longer. "You seem to be enjoying it anyway," she grinned. I knew she was feeling my cock pressing hard against the small of her back. I didn't know whether I should be ashamed about this overt sexual display of affection, or celebrate the fact that she was not moving away from me. A little of both seemed appropriate. "Yeah, well. Excuse me," I apologized again as I finally freed my hand and stood back. She turned once more to face me. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I don't know where that came from." "You mean you've never thought about doing it?" Gina asked. "Touching me there?" I looked my daughter in the eyes. We understood each other so well. She knew my answer before I gave it and only the truth would suffice. How we had that much chemistry between us I'll never know but it had always been there and, perhaps, for too long we had somehow managed to deny it even existed. "To be perfectly honest, yes. Often. For many years. I'm kinda embarrassed about it. I shouldn't be thinking this way. I'm your father. I ... we ... shouldn't be doing this." "Why not?" "It's morally not right. It's immoral." "Says who?" "Um, society I guess." "Our society, right?" "Yeah. Why am I telling you this, Gina?" I asked with just a hint of irritation. "You know it's not right." "In some other cultures it's not considered to be a big deal. As long as there are no minors involved, or inter-breeding. Some people secretly even condone consensual incest as being a natural way to strengthens family bonds. At least that's what I've heard. Why is it that so many other people believe it's so wrong?" she asked. I took both her hands in mine. God but she was beautiful. Not in an innocent sort of way. That too. But also as a very desirable woman and someone I really, truly liked as a person. "I dunno exactly," I replied. "I mean if it's a matter of sex between consenting adults, as we are, and there's no intention to ... well, you know ... procreate, I just don't know. I can see all kinds of problems even so." "How do you mean? Like what kinds of problems?" "Things like jealousy between family members." I went on to explain how I believed that human emotions such as possessiveness, denial, anger and hurt could rent an incest family apart unless each person was of strong character and had a giving, and forgiving, nature. "All I know Dad is that to deny your inner feelings all your life is also not healthy for relationships," suggested Gina. "Does that mean you're attracted to me?" I asked. "Dad, do you remember how it was when I was much younger. A child and right up until I was thirteen or fourteen or thereabouts? Do you remember how we used to play together, horseback riding and goofing around, wrestling on the floor?" "I remember. But then that had to stop." "Yes. There was that one time we were wrestling and I pinched your nipple and you pinched me back. It was an innocent gesture on my part. It was going around at school. Anyway, then you were tickling me in some private places. And, suddenly, you stopped. What did you say then?" "I said that if I ever did that again you were to tell me to leave you alone, to never touch you like that again 'cause it was not right what I was doing." "And we never did fool around after that. The trouble is I really miss those times Dad. I felt I lost something very precious to me. I remember being sad for a long time. Sad that we couldn't be together anymore in that way. Sad, even now, that you stopped trying to get close to me physically. I've never been sure it was the right thing to do. To stop I mean." "Gina. I love you the more for your honesty. But as I've said before, your mom and I ... well, we don't ... you know ... get it on anymore. At least it's very seldom. It's no-one's fault really. She never showed much interest in me after you kids were born. Then it was our careers. Life happens, you know. Anyway now I'm just a frustrated old man, a married monk is how I tend to think of myself. I'll explain further sometime what I think went wrong. But for now I'm just really uncomfortable with the thought that I might be using you to address my own personal problems." "Let me ask you then Dad. Do you love me?" "Off course I do, Gina. You know I do. I've told you that many times." "As your daughter. But also as a person?" "Yes. Actually, yes. I believe I do." "And as a woman? I mean as a thinking, feeling, sexual human being?" "Yes." "Then you wouldn't exactly be using me, would you, if the feeling is mutual? So, where does that leave us?" "I'm not sure Gina. I had always hoped for this day and now I'm just all mixed up. A great big grown man all confused. Go figure. It would've been so much simpler if you'd just told me to back off when I grabbed you just now. That would have resolved things because I would have known you were not prepared to cross any new boundaries with me. Now I just don't know where we're at in this whole thing." She took her hands back then and smiled. "I need a shower to get cleaned up." "Yeah, me too" I replied, the spell between us broken for the time being. "Take the guest bathroom. I'll get freshened up and make myself another drink. The cake will be ready to come out of the oven in 20 minutes. Meet you back here?" She nodded almost imperceptibly and walked away down the corridor. I made my way into the master bedroom, left the door open and pulled off my clothes. I was playing roulette again, wanting to get caught. I hadn't yet heard the shower come on and wondered if Gina might walk in. I took my throbbing cock in my hand and masturbated, hard, stifling my grunts of pleasure and feeling waves of relief as I came in one explosive climax into the toilet. There was no sign of Gina but just the thought of her possibly catching me in the act was enough to take me over the edge. **** The cake was still warm as we completed the icing and sat down for a celebratory slice, sitting side by side with the chairs turned towards each other. Gina looked so incredibly sexy. She had wiped the food stains from her blouse, making it partly see-through in all the right places. She didn't bother putting her bra back on, or her jeans. The blouse was barely long enough to cover her small hips and whenever she moved I enjoyed an unobstructed view of her floral print, snug-fitting lace trimmed panties. As we chatted casually she stretched out her long legs, leaving them open slightly at the thighs. Was it only my imagination or did I detect an outline of her vagina pressed against the taught fabric? I refreshed our drinks and sat down in front of her again. "You must know, don't you?" I asked. It's Okay, Dad "What's that?" "You're teasing me. Dressed like that. Sitting like that." "Really Dad? I hadn't given it any thought." She smiled broadly. "But since you bring it up, do you like what you see?" "Shit. Again with the question. God yes. Of course. Very much. In fact it's driving me nuts. I can hardly think clearly. Is that so wrong?" "It's okay, Dad. Really. I'm glad." My fourth drink in under two hours was having it's affect on my judgment and on my racing hormones. I stood, took two steps towards her and stooped to kiss her full on the mouth. Her moist lips trembled lightly against mine, then parted ever so slightly. I gambled once more and forced my tongue between her teeth, searching for her and finding her willing to explore this new sensation. After a long and deep kiss, I pulled back and straightened up. "Well, that was weird," I said. "What? I enjoyed it," she said, sounding a little disappointed. "I enjoyed it too. Weird only in the sense that a father would kiss his daughter in that way." "In what way?" "You know. With desire written all over it." "Too much analysis Dad. Let's do it again. Please. Can we do that again? But this time with more feeling. Here, I'll show you." With that she too stood up, leaned into me and raised her chin. "Kiss me Dad. I'll show you what I mean." I did as she asked, no longer able to deny or resist her. This time our tongues and mouths worked together passionately, wantonly. I don't recall ever being more aroused. As we continued our embrace I felt her hand slip off my shoulder and move down my chest into the top of my jeans. My cock was there to meet her just below the belt line. She folded her delicate fingers around my erection and gently began to move them over the head, amply lubricated by my pre-cum. Somehow I felt no embarrassment as she gently massaged and fondled me. My hand found its way to her still-wet breast and, once again, I could feel her nipple rise to my touch. I needed to see her now, to measure her beauty against my imagination, my wonder as I had watched her grow and develop over the years. I pulled the front of her blouse down and gasped in awe as her tits emerged, inviting further attention. "Damn but you're beautiful. Oh shit, so beautiful," I stammered. "You're bigger than I ever thought." As I gazed transfixed I took in the full magnificence of her breasts for the first time. She had puffy, child-like areolas light pink in color, the surface puckered tight with excitement beneath prominent nipples the color of still-ripening cherries. My mouth reached to suck on the delicacy. I rolled the nipple between my tongue and upper lip. As I did so, I groaned and felt myself ejaculate into her hand. Gina was also breathing heavily now. She withdrew her cum-soaked fingers and began to lick them clean. I still had my erection but the passion had dissipated a little. With all the willpower I could muster I released her from my embrace and stepped back. "Gina, no. We have to stop," I croaked. She looked at me with those affected, sad puppy eyes that no father can resist. We stood there, almost touching. So close that I could still feel the warmth of her sexual energy and smell the lust on her breath. "Why?" she asked. "Because," I said simply. "You always told me 'because' was not an answer Dad. Why do we have to stop?" "Hon. Sit down and let me try to explain. Okay? Look, if we take this further, and I know we both want to, it will change our relationship forever. I don't want that to happen." "I don't understand. What exactly will change?" asked Gina as she sat down, her blouse hiked up above her hips. My eyes traced her lithe form down to her panties and I could see she was wet between her legs. Very wet. "You could end up hating me Gina. I couldn't live with that knowledge. You're an adult, true. But I'm still your father and I'm supposed to look out for your welfare. How could you continue to respect me if I allowed us to do something morally wrong? Losing your love would be much too high a price to pay for a few moments of, well, of sexual gratification." "Easy for you to say Dad. You just came," she quipped, smiling all the while. Then she became serious again. "We've been through all that. I just don't see how it's wrong for us to be together this way?" "It is if it changes our relationship. What if we find we don't enjoy each other and this ends up being a one-time ... what shall we say ... fling?" "I doubt that's going to happen. And if it did, well then problem solved I guess." "And if it turns out the other way? What if it's everything we had hoped for? We would want to keep doing it wouldn't we? And that would change our behavior towards each other. People would notice, I'm sure. "It would also increase the risk that one day we'll get caught. Then what? We have to consider our reputations, our relationships with other family members, your future partner or partners, my marriage to your mother. It would all get very messy and complicated." "We'll be really, really careful that's all," replied Gina. "What do you suppose would happen if Mom found out anyway?" "Divorce, for sure. I might be able to live with that. Eventually. But she'd definitely hate you too for what we'd done. You'd have made an adult decision. She would feel she's been betrayed by both of us and that you are a threat to her. A competitor. It's just not worth the risk." Gina was quiet for what seemed like a very long time, pondering my words. Finally she looked away. "I'd never tell, Dad. It would be our secret for as long as we live. Just like our tickling sessions have remained our secret over all these years. That only served to bring us closer together didn't it? "I'm no virgin, Dad. You wouldn't be taking anything from me. You'd be giving me something really precious. I'm a grown woman and am comfortable making my own decisions. I've wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember. Ever since you used to come into my bedroom in the early hours of the morning and masturbate while you watched me sleep. I knew you were there. I just didn't know what to do about it. Now I do. Please Dad. Let's do this?" "No, hon. God I want to so much. But no, I still don't think it's wise. Can't we just revel in knowing that we want each other? Leave it at that?" "Dad. This feeling, this desire, will never go away. I know that now. And you know it. We've come this far. If we don't sleep together now it'll just be a matter of time. So why deny our feelings any longer?" I looked at my daughter, willing her eyes back to mine. "What you say is true, I guess. I hadn't thought about it that way. But...." "I need to do this Dad. We need to do this. I can't wait. What can I do to change your mind?" With that my daughter moved her hand down to between her thighs. Slowly she extended her index finger to trace along her vagina, rubbing gently up and down and then in a circular motion over her clitoris. I was unable to hide my overt stare. I no longer wanted to try. After a short minute she gently pulled aside her panties to show me her clean shaven and moist pussy, smooth as the day she was born although now her labia were swollen with desire, driven by a need to be touched. As she moved her fingers deftly in an out of herself, gaining rhythm and purpose, her mouth opened slightly to accommodate her increasingly labored, short breaths. She was not long in reaching a climax, her hips pressing forward and up as she reached for that wonderful plateau of explosive ecstasy. I could only watch and admire her. The silence that followed was anything but awkward. Somehow we had achieved a new level of companionable understanding between us. There remained little reason for us not to consummate our desires. We had rationalized away all the barriers, real or perceived, to the fulfillment of our mutual lust. "That was beautiful, honey. Truly beautiful," I observed as she relaxed, leaning back in the chair and making no attempt to cover her nakedness. "So. Let's do it. Now. Do you like to talk dirty Dad? I need you to fuck me, to fuck my little juicy, gaping cunt." I had run out of words and arguments. My baby needed me and I could no longer deny us what we so desperately wanted, what we had needed for so long. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Carefully I laid her small form on the bed, fumbled with my belt and let my jeans fall to the floor. My cock pressed hungrily against my briefs still soaked in cum. I stepped towards her. There was no need for instruction. My daughter reached up and quickly pulled my shorts down the length of my thighs. Here she stopped, taking a moment to look closely at what I had to offer her. "Not a word about Stan, Gina. Don't you dare say anything about other young studs you may have slept with. I'm a much older man and very average in size. But I can make up for that with technique if you let me know what you like," I offered. "It's okay Dad," she replied. "It's more than okay. Come here. Come lie with me." I removed the rest of my clothing and laid down beside her in the 69 position, intent on first pleasuring her orally. I could not wait to get my mouth on her bald pussy. I began working my tongue in and around her vagina and clit as she slowly moved her hips in sync with my ministrations. She tasted wonderful and I reveled in her reaction to what I was doing between her legs. It was so easy to be tender and attentive. She was my daughter and I could not have loved her more. After a while she began massaging her tits and plucking at the nipples, first one and then the other. Another turn-on for me, to see her pleasuring herself in this way. Gina was not about to neglect me. She suggested I change my position slightly so that she could get better access to me and 'return the favor.' Being taller than her, she had to stretch her body to its full length to reach me. She then lifted her head and slowly took the bulbous head of my cock into her mouth for the very first time. She was certainly no BJ novice and soon her saliva covered every inch of my shaft and balls. I felt her tongue and lips working my cock slit and the exquisite pleasure racked through my body, tightening my stomach muscles and sending them into spasms. She must have sensed that I was about to cum again and gently pulled back and away from me. "Now, Dad. Come to me now. Fuck your little girl." I shifted position again on the assumption that she would prefer the missionary approach. As I knelt before her she opened her legs wide and placed them on my shoulders. "Deep, Daddy. I want you to fuck me deep inside. I want all of you." "Honey, we need protection," I hesitated. "I'm on the pill. It's okay Dad. We won't be making any babies." I leaned forward and easily slipped my cock into her vagina, feeling her tightness grip and draw me in. I wanted to sense every exquisite feeling, absorb every experience of this first time with my daughter. I pulled out, then reinserted my cock, slowly. Then again and again, each time thrusting just a little deeper. I could hear her moaning. I was grateful for it gave me license to add my own grunts of pleasure to our chorus of love. We were fucking. A man and a woman, a father and his child. I could not have been more ecstatic. Nor more emotional. "Dad, you're crying. Your eyes are all moist," Gina ventured. "Why? It's okay, Dad." "It's 'cause I'm happy," I managed to get out between the grunts. "Fuck me Dad. Fuck me hard now. Oh God I've waited so long. Fuck, fuck, fuck...Oh shit it feels good. You feel so good. Fuck your little girl Dad. Let's look into each others eyes as we cum together." The frenzy of our lovemaking reached a fever pitch. Then suddenly, quite suddenly, it was over. With one final, abandoned thrust I released my load into her. She squealed simultaneously in climax. We were in perfect harmony. I thrust, and thrust again until I was exhausted. Then I laid down on top of her. As our breathing returned to normal Gina asked: "Wanna go again?" She flashed a wicked smile. "Whoa young lady. This is your father here. I need a few minutes," I said returning her smile. "Okay, half an hour. Can you wait that long?" "I'll wait. I'll wait for you forever Dad. No matter what happens. No matter who I'm with, or when. There will always be you in my heart." "That's beautiful, hon. And you know exactly where you'll find my mind, right?" We made love twice more that special night, each time gaining self-confidence in what we were doing and what each of us needed. In between our lovemaking we made spaghetti and meatballs, washed down by our favorite drinks. And we talked. My, how we talked. About life, our desires, hopes, dreams. About us and each other. As dawn broke I fell silent, pondering the coming of a new day. Gina sensed my mood swing. She got up on her knees beside me and said, simply: "It's okay Dad." "I love you Gina," I said. "And, yes. It's all good." end It's Okay To Be Bi Jeffery had a problem and he knew it. For as long as he could remember he had the almost uncontrollable urge to expose his penis to strangers, and it would be just a matter of time until he was caught and punished. Last month he had had a close call when he showed his hardon to a middle aged lady in a grocery store parking lot. She screamed and he had just enough time to jump a fence and escape through a service station parking lot. That was the closest he had ever come to getting nailed and it worried him that he would take such a chance in such a busy area! Jeff not only had an urge to expose himself, he also was highly sexed and had an erection much of the time, so he usually had to jerk his dick off at least once a day behind the locked door of his office. Although he didn't have the longest cock he had ever seen, his cock was unusually thick and veined, at eight inches long and six and one half inches around, his was a very impressive piece of manhood to be sure. Later that week Jeff was in the public rest room in a downtown shopping mall when he felt the need to show his hardon to just about anyone. Usually he reserved his "show" for unsuspecting women, but today for some reason he felt like showing off to another male. A young man of about twenty five just had come out of a stall when Jeff turned to face him with his hard dick sticking proudly straight up in the air . The stranger gave Jeff's dick a long look and then slowly unzipped his own pants and pulled out his own pecker. It was obvious that this was a very large rig hanging out of the young man's pants. Silently he motion Jeff to follow him into the empty stall where they could compare boners in private. All though Jeff didn't consider himself to be gay, he certainly loved the sight of seeing these two big cocks side by side. The young man, who introduced himself as Tom, reached down and began stroking Jeff's hardness. As Jeff leaned back against the wall Tom slipped to his knees and sucked Jeff's cock deep into his throat. Within seconds he was erupting down the throat of the young stranger, groaning as he emptied his balls of their hot cum. At this point Jeff wasn't sure what was going to happen next, he didn't feel like sucking a cock and wondered what Tom would have in mind. Before he could say anything, Tom quickly pulled down Jeff's pants and shorts and spun him around hard and just like that shoved his huge cock up his ass! Jeff struggled, but to no avail as Tom held him firmly in place as he began stroking in and out of Jeff's virgin asshole. Before long Jeff was began to get that familiar feeling in his pecker as he was getting the butt fucking of his life! He couldn't believe how much he loved being taken from the rear by this total stranger! As Tom pumped towards his orgasm, Jeff jerked wildly at his own fuck pole, and as Tom began to shake in the throes of his hard cum, Jeff blew a load all over the toilet wall!! As he slid to the floor Tom forced open his mouth and made him clean off his cum covered dick. Within a few minutes he shot another load down Jeff's throat, and then left him covered in cum on the rest room floor. In a daze, Jeff struggled to his feet and slowly walked to his car. For the first time in a long time he didn't feel like showing his dick to anyone! His asshole still burned from the hard fucking the stranger had given him, and he walked gingerly back to his apartment in obvious pain. He got into a hot bath and let his butt soak, slowly allowing the soreness to leave his aching body. Later on he ordered a pizza, and sat down to watch a football game on TV. The door bell rang, and Jeff answered it, fumbling for his money as he opened the door. The pizza delivery person was a young teenage girl of about sixteen years old, and she stood in the corridor waiting for Jeff to pay her. Jeff didn't have the right change, and had to go into the bedroom to get some more, so he invited her in and went off to get some more cash. When he returned, he noticed how cute she looked, and decided to casually give her a glimpse of his pecker. He was only wearing a bathrobe, so it was easy to accidentally let it slip open to expose his now full erection, and the look on her face told him immediately that she was neither repulsed or disgusted at his behavior! She looked from his crotch to his eyes and back again, and then he offered, "Would you like to make and extra hundred dollar tip!?!" She nodded her head and dropped to her knees, taking the thick erection deep into her mouth, sucking on it like it was the last cock in the world! As she sucked, she shucked her shirt and bra, revealing a pair of upturned perky tits, firm and delectable, just the kind an older man would savor! She sucked hard for another minute or two, and when she felt his cock begin to shutter, she quickly pulled it from her mouth and jerked it hard on her young chest! His cum shot all over her boobs, dripping off her nipples and onto the floor! She got up, grabbed the corner of his robe, wiped off her tits, put on her clothes, and then announced, "That will be $114.55, please!" Jeff laughed, pulled out a wad of cash, and gave her a hundred twenty and sent her on her way! * He sat down to eat his pizza and thought, "Now that's a little easier on the asshole!" It's Okay, We're Girls Alanna knocked on the door of her friend, Isabelle's house. She glanced around nervously, her light blue eyes shifting on the shadows behind her. Despite the fact that she is used to darkness, she is not happy having it hehind her. Mrs. Johnson opens the door. An overly religious woman who homeschooled her kid and keeps her as far from the outside world while trying to keep her friends with her old friends' kids, she is plump and naive. "Alanna. What are you doin' here?" Alanna shivered as a soft wind shook her nerves. "I have no place to stay," she told the older woman uncomfortably. She doesn't like people who were friends of her mother. Of course, she does like their daughters. At the thought, she resists the urge to lick her lips. "What happened?" Mrs. Johnson's brown eyes widen with concern and pity. Alanna resisted the force in her hidden balled hand compelling her to slug the woman. "Ah, my parents kicked me out." For the umpteenth time. They never told anyone about it because they were embarrassed to have a daughter like her. She is sure they knew what she did to their friends' daughters, but they are too mortified to say anything. She is sure there have been complaints of her behavior. But sometimes, she finds out she is too suspicious of people and usually wrong when she thinks they know as well as she does. "Oh, you poor thing! I didn't know Roger and Olivia had that in them! Please, do come in. Spend the night." The fat woman touches Alanna's shoulder. Alanna resists the urge to move her teeth close to that throat. Really, she is too dangerous for these people. Just one more loss of self-control, and they'd send her to a mental institution. Not that she would protest. The door shuts behind her, and she barely stifles the urge to ask where Isabelle is. Oh, god. That craving in her loins...woman. She needs woman... "You can sleep with Isabelle tonight, and I'll call your parents tomorrow morning..." but Alanna isn't listening. It is taking all her strength not to rip through the house in search of Isabelle. "Do you want something to eat?" Alanna is so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't respond for a minute, and when she does, it is with a firm shake of her head. "I already ate," she replies honestly. "I'm full." She isn't really, nor is she thinking of food. Not the kind one eats anyway. "You want to see Isabelle?" Yes, yes, yes! "Yeah, sure," Alanna utters casually, as if she could care less. They walk through the hallway. Mrs. Johnson stops and lightly knocks on one door. "Isabelle?" She pokes her head through. "You have a visitor." Isabelle looks up from her book on her queen-sized baby blue bedspread. Her green eyes drive Alanna mad. Oh, and those nice, thick, juicy lips. She is wearing light blue pajamas, the bottoms shorts, with white puppies on them. Alanna hardly notices the childish theme, however. She sees right through them anyway. "I'm going to bed. You two do so too." With that, Mrs. Johnson vanishes. Shoving the door shut with her butt, Alanna grouches, "Your mom is sure a killjoy. 'Go to bed,' " she mimics angrily. Without waiting for the brunette in bed to reply, Alanna strips down all the way. Brown-haired Isabelle, with her choppy layers, tries to turn her attention to her book, but her eyes keep roving to Alanna's naked body. She feels some stirrings down below, but she never heard of people of the same gender liking each other, protected as she was, so she doesn't think much of it. Alanna sits next to Isabelle on the huge bed. She spreads her legs and laughs as Isabelle tries to bury her nose back in her book but keeps peering at her friend's naked body. Alanna tosses her head, making her blonde hair go everywhere, and says, "You know, it's okay to look. We're girls. Didn't your mother ever tell you it's okay? I mean, you know, girls can do anything together. Ever see girls dance with each other on tv?" "No," Isabelle replies. "I don't have a tv. But my mom did teach me how to dance." "Yeah, well, girls can do anything together. Guys can't. But we're girls. In fact," and she lowers her voice slightly, "girls always sleep naked when they sleep in the same bed. It's a fact." Isabelle looks surprised but a little pleased, judging by the right corner of her mouth. "I didn't know. You're my first sleepover." I figured, Alanna thinks smugly. She wants to help Isabelle strip off those soft shorts. She really wants to put her hand there. She knows she is going to burst if she doesn't get some action soon. Somehow, though, she manages to control herself. Isabelle's ass is almost in Alanna's face when she shoves the book aside, gets on all fours in front of Alanna, and strips. Alanna can see her pussy when she gets the shorts off. Isabelle settles back right as Alanna is about to give in and claim her ground. Running her fingers through her blonde hair, Alanna reaches over and touches Isabelle's face. Then she grabs her lips with hers and begins kissing her. Isabelle stumbles through the kisses, for she has never been kissed so long on the lips before. "It's okay," Alanna whispers seductively. "We're girls." Then, before Isabelle can say another word, Alanna gets between her legs and begins licking that...sweet, delicious mouthful of pussy. Oh, good lord. So fuckin' amazing. Her finger slips in the moist mound. Oh, fuckin' god. A virgin. She suspected nothing less, but it still turns her on so badly. She knows she is needing some action in her pussy. Before she loses it, she mounts Isabelle's pussy and begins humping her with her hands on Alanna's tight ass. Oh, yes! When she has controlled herself enough, she shimmies down Isabelle's leg. Continuing with a lighter humpfest, she licks that pussy, feeling her own leave a wet trail on that leg. Dear god. Her tongue goes in that delicious hole. Oh, god. She wanted more. As she sticks a finger, two, three, in that cunt, she gets hornier and hornier. She wants to make it to the whole fist before she cums again, but she is already humping that leg hard. Oh, god. Fuck it. Shaking heavily, she feels her second orgasm control her as she trusts those fingers in and out, her tongue on the clit. Isabelle's hand is suddenly in Alanna's hair. Oh, god. Alanna shoves her fourth finger up that pussy and feels herself start getting really turned on again very quickly. Not that she ever quit. She pushes her whole fist in that pussy. That surprisingly bald pussy. Her tongue laps at the surface. Oh, god. In and out, in and--Alanna feels Isabelle's hymen break, and she climaxes again. "Shit, dunno why that always turns me on," Alanna mutters so softly that Isabelle cannot make out the words. Tearing herself away from Isabelle's nice pussy, Alanna utters, "Oh, i'm sorry. Do those enormous titties want some attention too?" She begins fondling the nipples and licking, sucking...Isabelle grabs Alanna's hand and makes it pet her softness. Alanna gropes the hole again and finds it moist. Her fingers tremble. Isabelle's hands find Alanna's flesh, and the blue-eyes girl whispers the other's name and begs her to stroke her harder. She pulls away from Isabelle's big, tempting breasts, and the virgin tongue tries to give her pleasure. Then suddenly, that mouth is sucking...like a newborn baby. Oh, god. Alanna cums again, gasping for breath. The two girls fall asleep on top of the blanket, naked, wakening every now and then for a few moments to stroke the other's sexy parts and fall back asleep.