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Cumming

By: whineluvr



Chapter One: Somewhere I Have Never Traveled

It was dark when I left New York. The early light of Spring fading into a chilly Northeastern night. When I arrived in Paris, it was mid-morning and the sun was shinning brightly. It was one of those bright intense Parisian Spring days that feels like summer in the sun and winter in the shade. The kind they write songs about.

Jean Luc was waiting for me when I cleared security and I was racing to Centre City and a day I had been anticipating for weeks. 

"You are quiet this morning monsieur" Jean Luc said. "Jet lag?"

"No Jean Luc, I'm just lost in thought. I'm sorry, how have you been?"

"C'est bon monsieur, tres bon...ca va?"

"Ca va Jean Luc, ca va bien!."

I arrived at the apartment and asked Jean Luc to take my bags up while I strolled to the market. I picked up a baguette, flowers, butter, some eggs, chives and goat cheese. On the way back, I grabbed a nice Cote du Provence and some champagne. I chilled the wine in the freezer while I hopped in the shower and made "breakfast". My mind said morning but my stomach was ready for dinner so I tucked in to my scrambled eggs with goat cheese and chives accompanied by the wine and bread. After I ate, I flopped naked on the bed and was out cold. 

I must have slept a while (damn, I wish I could sleep on planes) because it was late when the intercom waked me. I knew who it was of course so I buzzed the gate and opened the door naked with a flower in my hand and a smile on my face. As soon as she rounded the corner on the stairs, she burst out laughing.

"Mon Dieu, airport security has gone too far non?" 

I threw the flower at her and snaked my arm around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her very deeply. I broke the kiss to bury my nose in her neck and inhale. I was home at last. 

I pulled her inside and backed her up against the door. She reached up to caress my face and said "oh la la, je adore monsieur scruffy", feeling the days old growth on me.

"I did it for you but you know I think it makes me look old" I replied.

"Yes, but this makes up for it Grey Beard" she said grabbing my semi-erect cock. "He still looks young."

"Je t'ame" I said kissing her again.

"Je t'ame" she replied with a smile of anticipation. 

Then came the dance. Our dance. I can't even remember when it started but I remember how. It had always been one of my favorite poems but then I met her and suddenly I understood it in a whole new light. The words rang in my ears and I felt it in my gut. Before her it was a skilled verse. After her it is a poem!

I began..."somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond"

My fingers traced the alabaster skin of her cheekbone.

"any experience, your eyes have their silence:"

I kissed her on the eyelids so happy to have those eyes look at me with that much love.

"in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,"

Our fingers entwine and she lays her head on my shoulder and lightly kisses my neck.

"or which i cannot touch because they are too near"

She looks up and our eyes meet. Those blue, blue eyes framed by that flawless white skin and hair as dark as a raven.

"your slightest look easily will unclose me"

No movement now, the only thing in the world is our eyes and my words.

"though i have closed myself as fingers,"

My hips press into hers and she moans. She presses back against my erection.

"you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens"

I gently begin to explore the openings in her clothes.

"(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose"

The jacket falls away and the beige lace shirt has trouble concealing her dark, erect nipples. I pinch one.

"or if your wish be to close me, i and"

She leans in and bites my neck and grasps me, feeling my pulse in my cock.

"my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,"

I fumble at her pants....

"as when the heart of this flower imagines"

She pulls the shirt overhead...

"the snow carefully everywhere descending;"

I reach down to feel the cashmere thong I gave her. That would mean a fresh waxing as well.

"nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals"

She moans again and slumps into me as my strong hands grasp the heat of her sex.

"the power of your intense fragility: whose texture"

We kiss again. It's a slow intense kiss, which we linger over, exploring, connecting....

"compels me with the color of its countries,"

She wants to speak, perhaps cut the dance short but I shake my head and my fingers slip inside the panties.

"rendering death and forever with each breathing"

She is stroking my cock now and it's becoming harder to speak. My breath is shorter and I'm beginning to sweat.

"i do not know what it is about you that closes"

I kiss her with great urgency and her white skin has turned pink as the flush of desire washes over her chest and cheeks.

"and opens; only something in me understands"

She yanks the thong off and tosses it aside....

"the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses"

Her left leg shoots around my waist as she guides my cock toward her pussy, rubbing the tip slowly along her opening, dancing on her clit...waiting for me to say....

"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"

She locks on my eyes and says, "welcome home" and guides me inside. We go at each other as though I just got out of prison. Teeth, tongues, fingers, nails! Eventually we end up on the floor in a sweaty heap dripping sweat and cum. She smells like heaven and all I can say is "I'm hungry." In a fit of hysterical laughter she slaps me and bites my chest.

~

Cumming Alone



Everyone had gone to the night club and then out to eat a late supper so Kara, not really feeling up to going out, knew she was going to be alone for quite a few hours. She decided to take a nice hot bath to relax and get comfortable. She went to her bedroom to get some clothes to change in to when she spied the letter her lover, Chris, had left for her. Picking it up and reading a little Kara started to get that feeling in her blossoming snatch. Really wanting to take a bath she put it down and began to get undressed. Taking her shirt and bra off, the cold Minnesota air flowing in through the cracked window made her nipples hard. 

She very lightly ran a finger in circles around her nipple area and then right on the nipples of both of her large, soft breasts. Now that feeling in her pussy became a fire and she knew there is only one thing to do. She felt the anticipation in her hot body as she removed the last bit of her clothing and reached under her pillow for her 10 inch replica dildo of her lover's cock. Lying back on her bed she grabbed that letter and started reading. As she engrossed herself in the steamy letter, she began sliding the dildo down between her large breasts and around each nipple. They grew large and tight with each touch and she felt the tingles go straight to her wet pussy. Her breathing started to become shallow as she read a very juicy part and she feels the juice start to really run from her hot snatch.

Pouring out and down between her legs, coating her asshole and making it all slippery, she moved the dildo down her belly, her hips began to rise off the sheets...pushing up to get at the "cock" that's cumming closer. She slid it down over the top of her clit and over her slit, feeling shivers of passion washing over her like a tidal wave till she knew she would explode. 

Bringing it back up she touched the bottom of her pussy and slipped it up along her whole slit. The anticipation was overtaking, overwhelming her now and she pressed it right on her clit. Her pussy quaked with the feel of it and she crashed into her first orgasm. Oooooohhhhhhhhh how wonderful it feels.....but it's not enough. 

She must have more. So she put down the paper and spread her hot pussy lips open with one hand and slid the "cock" a little lower till its right at her hot hole. Pressing the head in a little and feeling the muscles of her pussy opening up to it began making her whole body shake even more. Pushing further she slid one hand back up to her straining tits and gives them both a tweak. Electric bolts shoot up and down her body. Then she moved them back down again to find her hot clit. Stroking it up and down make her pussy so hot and wet that its hot honey began soaking the sheets. 

Mmmmmmmmm....Yeeeeessssss. Her moans help ignite the fires as she plunged the dildo in and out her hot snatch quicker. Feeling the pressure of a body shaking orgasm cumming, she moved one hand and slid it around her leg to reach for her ass. Finding it and feeling how wet and slippery it is from her dripping pussy juices she pressed a finger to it and it gave way. It slid in easily and she buried it to the hilt. 

Feeling how tight and smooth it felt is all it takes to shoot to her to ecstasy. With very fast and deep strokes she pounded the dildo in and out. As the first waves of her orgasm overtake her, Kara buried both her finger and dildo in as far as they would go. Her whole body arched off the bed as screams of joy escaped from her lips. As she drifted down from the heavens and her body dropped to the bed, the warm afterglow and tingling filled her mind and body. She removed the "cock" from her soaked pussy and brought it to her lips.

She tasted it, licking all her juices from it and groaned as it tasted very good and sweet. She took her tongue and ran it around the head and over the sides to relish the smell and taste. Her legs were still shaking as she pulled herself to sit up and hung her pretty little feet of the edge of the bed. 

Now it's time for that bath and what happens next is anybody's guess! But that is another story!

The End 



Cumming at the Beach



I sent this fantasy to my Lover one afternoon while missing him.

We're lying side by side on a beach, it's hot. The sun is steady and warm but there's a slight breeze off the ocean. We're somewhere somewhat secluded but not entirely. There are mostly couples scattered up and down the long beach, but some singles, most of whom are male. I'm wearing my string bikini, and you're wearing loose black trunks.

Initially I'm lying on my back in the sand. You're next to me, lying on your side, looking at me and lightly stroking my belly. My face is turned towards you and I'm watching your eyes.

Your hands circle lower on my stomach and your fingers move lightly under the top edge of my bottoms. You barely brush the hair there. Your circles go lower and your hand is under the front triangle of my suit. Your fingers lightly touch my lips over and over and I feel myself get wet and open for you. You stroke lightly over my inner lips from front to back, barely grazing my clit, which throbs every time your fingers come near it. After a bit, you stop to gather the wetness on your fingers and slowly, deliberately, spread it over my clit.

You're watching my face now and the intensity is almost too much. I close my eyes and concentrate on your touch. You're lightly teasing my clit, wetting it and circling, wetting it and circling, with the lightest of pressure. My head tosses from side to side.

I open my eyes when I'm facing away from you. About 10 feet away, I see a black man by himself, lying on his side, looking intently at us. Actually, he's looking intently at your hand moving on me.

I startle a bit and look at you. Your eyes follow mine as I look again towards the man watching us. You see him watching and you smile as you look at me, knowing we're exciting someone else.

Your fingers stop and you look expectantly at me. I know what you want and as you withdraw your hand, I turn over. I glance to the side and see our guy, still watching. But now his hand is lightly stoking his chest and circling his nipples. I raise my ass slightly and moan as I feel your hand at the small of my back.

You are still lying on your side, with one hand touching me. Your hand follows the curve of my butt cheek and pauses, cupping it right where my suit bottom ends. You lightly squeeze and my hips start to jerk chemically - back and forth, back and forth.

I'm watching your face and you are watching his. I follow your sight and see that our guy's hand has moved lower and is lightly touching the front of his trunks. His swimming trunks are small and tight and normally we both would have joked about his "speedos" but neither one of us is joking now.

We can see the outline of his cock as he strokes it, in sync with your hand on my ass. His eyes are glued to your hand. As you realize it, you deliberately slide your hand up and into the top of the triangle that is covering my ass. I feel your fingers lightly stroking over my ass cheeks. I feel your fingers lightly trace along the top of my ass cleavage and slightly push the triangle down further.

My eyes are glued to our guy's hand as he strokes himself and though I shouldn't be surprised, I start when the almost purple head of his cock practically jumps out of the top of his suit. His fingers pause and his eyes meet mine. I look from his eyes to his cock until he understands and gives me what I want.

Still lying on his side his hand nudges his tiny trunks down and reveals his entire cock, pulsing and hard as a rock. His hand slides down its length and he pauses to nudge his trunks down further to reveal his dark black balls. He takes them both in his hand and presents them to me. Glancing quickly at your face and following your gaze, I realize that he's presenting them to us!

I thrust my ass higher and feel your fingers move again. This time, you make long strokes from the top of my ass, where your fingers are visible, down my crack and into my wetness. There you pause.

We both watch as our guy circles his cock with his fingers barely meeting around its girth. We wait as his fist moves up and then back down. Your fingers start to move into me and it's clear that you're finger-fucking my pussy. It takes a few seconds for you both to get the rhythm, but soon your hands are moving in unison.

I'm watching his hand, stroking and squeezing his cock and feeling your fingers filling me. I squeeze down on your fingers and feel you sigh, your fingers and his hand start moving faster. As I'm watching his cock, your fingers become it and are fucking me. First gently, then harder and deeper. I feel myself tightening all over.

And then you stop! I'm surprised and so is our guy. Your fingers go back to stroking me, from my clit to my wetness and this time to my asshole.

I jump a little the first time your finger touches it and lingers, spreading my wetness. I look quickly at you, but follow your gaze to our guy. He too has paused, trying to figure out what is coming next. He smiles and I see his cockhead get bigger and darker in his fist. He circles his thumb around the head, smearing his precum juice all around. His thumb circles in unison with your fingers. Your fingers slide back down into my wetness, gathering, stroking...

And just as I feel myself tightening and reaching, you slide your fingers to my asshole, again just circling and rubbing, harder now, but still caressing. Our guy is stroking his cock slowly again.

I catch the movement of his eyes and just as I realize he's looking into yours, I feel one of your fingers press deeply, insistently into my ass.

I cry out with the shock of it, but I'm too far gone to stop or care if others notice. Your finger is moving rapidly in and out of my ass and our guy's hand is moving along with it. My ass jerks forward and back, meeting your/his thrusts and I can feel my clit harden and my pussy clench.

My eyes are glued to our guy's cock and I see the moment his balls harden and rise. Knowing he is going to cum is enough for me and I thrust back on your finger and feel the waves of my orgasm crest from my clit to my pussy to the clenching walls of my asshole and your finger.

As I do, I see his hand pause, the purple head swell, and then the cum spew out. The first spurt is propelled out over his hand and into the sand somewhere between us. The second and third too, but then he shudders and the last couple spurts dribble out over the head onto his fingers. 

His eyes are closed and I look to you with apology in my eyes. I've been selfish and am sorry. You smile into my eyes and lightly stoke your hand over my ass, calming me, reassuring me. We have time. We've just begun ...



Cumming Back for a Fuck



I am 22, small petite girl. 5'3", 100, 32a, blonde and shaved pussy. These are all true stories.

I was meeting my gf for drinks at the W Hotel on a Thursday evening. Dressed sexy for the evening I stepped out. I checked my petite frame one last time. The red dress looked nice. Tight all over with low back, no bra and sexy thongs, I ran my hand over my body. The red heels to match made me feel sexy. I put my favorite perfume on. 

My friend was already there (a stunning blonde and so much more beautiful) and obviously attracting some attention. A guy was making small talks and once I reached, we both pulled ourselves and took one of these high tables at the bar area. It was our night to chat and catch up and while we both were looking good, we did not necessarily come out to find guys to have fun. 

We both were chatting and drinking and nibbling for an hour when 3 guys took the high table next to us. Obviously they did all the guy tricks to get to chat with us but we were taking no bait. We both whispered to each other to let these guy keep trying but not to play into their hands, specially because 2 of the guys thought they were gods gift to women. We let them try everything in the book but we politely snubbed them all evening. 

It was getting late and time to wrap up. The guys were still there, mostly drunk and obnoxious by now. I got up and left for the restroom before heading out. The restrooms were towards the back, a little isolated. It was also midnight by now and the crowds at the restaurant was also thinning out. I finished my business, powdered up and stepped out to run into one of the guys from the group. He leaned into me, pushing me against the wall and said...'You too pretty to talk to us bitch!' He scared me a little and I was about to yell when he tried leaning in to kiss me and fondle me. I ducked and tried pushing him back and as I was trying to get away from him, his other friend from the table (whose name was Jonathan, I learnt later) showed up and pulled this jerk. He took care of him, apologized to me profusely and said his friend was drunk. 

I was shaken. I left and walked out of the restaurant with my gf. We were standing for the valet to bring our car when Jonathan came out, apologized again, gave me his business card and said that he was a decent guy and if we felt scared or his friend meets us again anywhere, do not hesitate to call him and he will take care of him.

In the brighter light of the streetlight I noticed Jonathan was a mid 30 guy, decent looking, actually good looking. His behavior even at the high table was not rude and it was actually his friends who were bigger jerks. I took his card and left. But Jonathan continued to play on my mind. I wanted to call him on my drive home but I resisted. I reached home and realized as I got out of the car I was actually wet having erotic thoughts about Jonathan. A little drunk and now a little comforted and not scared my pussy took over. I got back in the car and drove back to the bar hoping to find Jonathan still there. I walked in and saw Jonathan at the bar with one of his friend but the ass friend of his was no where in sight. Jonathan spotted me walking in and walked over and asked if everything was ok.

I asked him if I could chat with him in private. He ushered me to the side and I leaned into him, my hands on his arm and whispered in his ears...'Jonathan any chance you want to have some fun with me tonight?' Jonathan leaned away to stare into my eyes and asked, 'Are you drunk?' I said, 'Yes, drunk enough to not care but sober enough to know that we both can have some real wild fun tonight'. This time as I said this I ran my fingers on through his hair down to his cheeks and chin.

Jonathan was no dumb guy and he said sure. I told him to take me to his place as long as he drops me back to my car later. We were out in a few minutes and once in his car, Jonathan started to drive fast. I loosened the seat belt and started to run my hands over his jeans. Feeling his cock, unzipping him and pulling his cock out. Touching it teasingly. I looked at him with seductive eyes and said, 'Do you want me to suck you baby?' All he could do was mumble and nod and I went down on his cock while he drove. I could swear he weaved a little on the road as my lips locked around his cock. He moved loud and pushed my head down on his cock to take all the 6 inches deep in me. I love when a guy dominates me and fucks my face.

I sucked him, stroked his cock, played with his balls as he drove. I told him I wanted him to cum. He wanted to cum too but as he drove he could not cum. No matter how much I sucked, he said he was too tense to cum and needed to relax to cum. I was praying I did not end up with someone not good in bed, but I guess it was too late. 

I sat back in my seat as he drove with his cock out. I put one leg on the dash, opened the other leg and started to touch myself with my eyes closed. I knew Jonathan was watching me touch myself and I enjoyed putting on that show. I was wet and I put a finger in my pussy and pulled it out to let Jonathan taste it. he licked my finger clean. I pushed my finger back in my pussy and he cleaned it again. We were getting close to his place and I was close to cumming. 

We pulled into the drive way and I told him I want him to watch me cum. We sat there, me playing with my pussy as Jonathan almost buried his face between my legs watching. One hand on my clit, the other in Jonathan's hair, I played till I came. I came hard. Jonathan touched my tender pussy and felt all the juices. He asked me to come in so he could fuck me. I loved that he was talking dirty. I looked at him and said, 'What kinda girl do you think I am? I just came for coffee and you want to fuck me?' Jonathan looked into me deep, kissed me, bit my lips and whispered, 'I will fuck you like my very own slut'.

Mmmmm...we were in his house, in his bedroom and he was naked before I could even look. He stood there, all of 6 foot tall with his cock hard. He reached out for me, pulled down my dress till it dropped to the floor. I stepped out and stood in my thongs and heels. He pushed me on his bed and as I fell, I opened my legs and raised them in the air and did the split. 'You want to fuck this baby?' 

Jonathan was mumbling and was pulling my thongs off me, almost ripping them. I lay with my legs open but this time with my bald pussy for him. He was down between my legs, eating me. He ate me like a pro. He used his 2 fingers well to finger fuck my tight pussy as he ate me. He finger fucked me and ate me till I came all over his face. I love the feeling on lying with my legs open and the guy with his face buried in my pussy. 

After cleaning me, he stood and I started to suck his cock as I sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were in my hair and he was forcing my head down on his shaft. I was sucking, stroking and playing with his balls and he was enjoying it obviously as he was moaning and calling me his fuck toy and slut and whore. I sucked him harder and after a few minute he was cumming hard in my mouth. And he had a lot of cum. Evidently i learnt later he had not fucked a pussy for 3 months and had not even masturbated for 2 days so his balls were full of cum. I swallowed every drop after teasing him with showing his cum in my mouth and letting a few drops dribble down my face to my tits.

Jonathan fell on the bed and while he was lying and getting a little limp, I stood on his bed legs across his body and started to move. He lay on bed looking up at my naked body and the best view of my pussy. I would lower myself at the waist and drop my hair on his face and chest, run my fingers on his body and stand up and every once in a while run my fingers down to his cock. I touched myself standing and moaned and put on a show for him till he was hard again. 

I slowly lowered myself and took his now hard cock in my pussy. I love riding like a cow girl as I can put a sexy slutty show. Moaning, digging my fingers in his chest, using the head board as support, running my hands in my hair, leaning back and arching and using his legs as support, making him run his hands on my body and all this while I rode him hard. 

I told him to not cum and tell me when he was close. Few minutes of this naughty fucking he was ready. I got off him and asked him to fuck me doggy style and cum in me that way. He asked if he could fuck my ass and I said why not. A little lubrication later he was in my ass fucking me like a slut he needed that night. However, he wanted to cum in my pussy and after having his fun with my ass, pulled out and fucked my pussy hard. I was moaning loud and he slapped my ass as he enjoyed fucking my pussy. It was a few minutes later I felt his hot cum explode in me and he still managed to push a few squirts. All this fucking made me cum too.

We ended up collapsing on the bed for a while. Catching our breath we touched and fondled and he finger fucked me one more time to make me cum. After cleaning myself he drove me down to my car and I drove home feeling well used.



Cumming Back For More



Kali was sure she had moved on. She just turned 21. She had a new job. She was smart and pretty by all means. Her long dark hair and her green eyes went well with her olive skin tone. Kali was petite, with c cup breast, and a tight little ass. Getting along with others was never a problem. She loved her new job at the doctors office and her new apartment she'd just moved into. All was going well, at least she thought so.

It all started with her dreams. She would see him and relive those lust filled moments. She was wanting him again, yearning for Jon's touch.

Jon was an old acquaintance to say the least. They never really talked much or got along for that matter. They used to go to school together and would argue endlessly, but one day they both snapped and let their sexual desires take over.

Kali couldn't explain it but she had some of the greatest sex with Jon.

Jon was older than Kali. He was 27, stood 5'11'' and had a slim muscular body with broad shoulders. He had short dirty blonde hair and those oh-so-dark blue eyes that seemed to take control of her. They had seen each other a few times after but they both agreed nothing more was to come. No strings, no phone calls, no dates, no relationship, just fuck and go. They both had their own lives and their own love interests but this was different. It was a way to let go of all inhibitions and live out wild dark fantasies. So far it had worked out Kali had discovered her rough sexual side and Jon could unleash his dominance upon her with out holding back thinking he would hurt her, it was perfect.

It had been about a year since they last saw each other, Kali began masturbating thinking about Jon. She would call out his name and scream "Fuck me Jon!" while rubbing her wet little clit. Deep inside her she needed someone to not hold back and to fuck her like the dirty little slut she was. Finally it all became too much when she caught herself thinking about Jon while having sex with her latest lover.

Kali was driving home from work one day when she passed by an old hole in the wall lounge where she used to go with friends. It was also nearby Jon's old apartment. She knew he didn't live their anymore but what could it hurt she went in to have a drink before heading home.

She ordered a double whiskey and coke, Kali sat their thinking about her dilemma and reminiscing about the amazing orgasms Jon would give her. "What are you doing around these parts?" Kali's heart stopped as she turned to face Jon.

Jon stood in front of her in dark blue jeans and a black t shirt. She could smell his cologne from her chair and she immediately felt her pussy get wet, as it soaked through her pants. "Just having a drink." she replied. Jon sat down next to her and ordered a beer. "So you still live around here?" she asked.

"No actually I moved about 20 minutes away but I was in town visiting my daughter." She could feel the tension between them.

They never had a way with words for each other or anything in common for that matter. Their small talk was just a way to break the silence. They talked about her new job at the doctors office and her new love interest, as well as his new lady friend and his ex. When all was said and done and the drinks were empty they walked out together to their cars.

"Well it was good to see you, maybe I'll see you around. I better get home before my girl flips out on me." Jon said standing their not moving.

"Sure me too." Kali replied. Before she could help it when she blurted "Got room in your back seat?!"

Jon grinned his deliciously evil smile "Gimmie a sec." he said, and quickly cleared his back seat. It was already dark out and he had parked in the dark behind the building. Kali jumped in and straddles him as they began kissing passionately.

"Take off your pants." Jon told Kali. She obeyed pulling them off along with her panties. "Suck my dick." Kali had been waiting for this she took him into her mouth and closed her eyes she wanted to please him so badly. His hard cock felt good in her mouth as she sucked him off. "Did you miss daddy's cock?" he asked pulling her hair back waiting for her answer. "No." she responded still devouring his stiff cock with her mouth.

This didn't please Jon, so he held on to her hair and pushed her down on his dick making her gag and pull back but he wouldn't let her. Then he pulled her head back up and asked once more. "Did you miss daddy's cock!?"

Tears were running down her face making her mascara run, from gagging on his dick and she looked at him and said "Yes daddy!" 

Jon smiled and let go of her. " Now make yourself gag on my dick." Kali obeyed like a good little whore pushing herself down on his dick taking him all in. "Now tell me what you want." He said looking down at her.

Kali was excited and wanted to please him badly. She wanted him to fuck her pussy with his cock till she exploded all over him. "Fuck me." She said, but she knew that wasn't the right response. That wasn't what he wanted to hear coming from her pink wet lips.

"Say it like you mean it." Jon said, once more he grabbed her hair and pushed her down till she fought him back gagging. "ask nicely."

"Please daddy will you fuck my pussy." She answered looking up at him.

"That's a good girl." Jon pushed her onto her back on the seat and he pulled down his pants exposing the rest of his hard member and his balls dripping with her saliva. He grabbed her by her thighs pulling her close and entered her. Kali moan loudly wanting more of him .

"Say my name." He said, Kali had never called out his name to him before only when she was pleasing herself and now it was time.

"Fuck me Jon, fuck me hard!" She moaned. Jon pounded into her pussy feeling her juices go all over him running down his leg.

"I'm gonna cum in you." Jon said as he finally let go of his hot thick load into her dirty little cunt.

They both sat up breathing hard. It was getting late. Kali grabbed her pants and pulled herself together as best as she could. Jon sat up smiling. "I'll call you next time." he said. "Now run home its your bedtime."

"This is it, no more." she said, they had both been fucking on and off for the past two years now always saying this is the last time, but eventually the sexual desires would build up until they exploded. Did she really mean it this time?



Cumming between a Mother + Daughter



Note to the reader: The daughter in this story, Rachel, is 18 years old. 

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I think that every woman eventually reaches a point in her life where she realizes that the dependable and motivated man is much more desirable than the good-looking, vacuous, douche bag. Unfortunately for me during high school, I was the nerdy and reclusive type. Still very athletic—I could run a 4:30 mile and bench press more than my own weight—but getting a girl my age to notice me was impossible. They were too busy letting themselves be chased and fucked by those great looking douche bags that would never amount to anything. I told myself that high school just wasn't my time, and that I'd have to wait until girls—no women—found me attractive for what I was. Fortunately for me, an older woman found me in my teenage years and I've been lusting after them ever since, but that is another story altogether. At any rate, as I graduated from college and then grad school shortly thereafter, my career took off and women started to take notice of me—at client sites, conferences, even out with friends—and that's how I met Lauren.

We were both in Las Vegas; she was with a bachelorette party and I was with some old college friends living it up. I saw her from across the craps table we had joined (because inevitably a group of males in Las Vegas will seek out a bachelorette party). At only 5 feet 2 inches with 34D-25-35 measurements, any man would be staring. But it was also her deep, Latin brown eyes that could almost smile at you themselves that drew me in. It was her turn to throw the dice, and I quickly saw my chance. I put down several hundred dollars after her first roll (much more than a 25 year old paying back grad school loans should put down) in hopes that luck was on my side. After 44 consecutive rolls (indeed a hot streak), I was up several thousand dollars—and the noise from the table and those around us was incredible. After her last roll, a seven and out, the cheers died down but my friends understood my motive had nothing to do with money. I pocketed my winnings and walked over to her with a 500 dollar chip in my hand and said "I believe you've earned this." She smiled shyly at me—which I found almost unbelievable as most insanely beautiful women are anything but shy—and told me she couldn't accept it. After a bit of bantering back and forth I said 'May I at least buy you a drink?'

And that's when we found a quiet place at the hotel bar, just the two of us, and talked for hours. I discovered the reason for her shyness—she had been hurt too many times by men and always found that she ended up with the wrong one. Little did she know that at 33 and completely drop dead gorgeous, she was exactly my type and that I was exactly the type she was looking for—the stable and ambitious man who would finally take care of her as a partner—an equal. After several more drinks and sharing things about one another, she told me, in detail, about one of her high school relationships that ended badly—this one more notable than the others in that she became pregnant and soon thereafter a single mother. She looked at me to see my reaction, stating 'this is usually the part where you run away while you still can.' I smiled, and let my eyes drift over her gorgeous body—her long black hair flowing down to her neck, her luscious round 34D tits almost pouring out of a dress a size too small (she must have obviously borrowed from a friend). 'I'm not going anywhere,' I replied.

All trips to Las Vegas do come to an end and it turned out that Lauren lived in Miami. Not ideal as I was in New York at the time, but I did ask for her number and we talked several times over the phone and finally I worked up the courage to lie to her and say 'I'm actually going to be in Miami for work—we should get together.' She hesitated, but as I pressed her as to why not, knowing she wanted to see me, she explained that her teenage daughter never approved of men she dated and that she was certain that her daughter would an interpret a guy that she met in Vegas as the same caliber. 'Why don't you let me worry about that?' I said confidently. 

By Friday of that same week I was I checked into a hotel not far from Miami Beach. As I was getting ready for my first date with Lauren, she called and asked me to meet her at the restaurant. I quickly realized that she hadn't told her daughter, but I decided that when the time was right, Lauren would be the one make the introduction. We ate, drank, laughed, and talked through the night and didn't even notice it was getting closer to 1am. Lauren, with her eyes wide, exclaimed that she must get going. I knew exactly why—past curfew, as far as being a responsible adult and role model to a teenage daughter who was left at home awaiting Lauren's arrival by midnight. We jumped in a cab and instead of dropping me at my hotel, I insisted that I would see her home. After all, I wasn't going to miss out on a first kiss. We pulled up to her house and I told the cab driver to wait. I walked Lauren up her side walk, thanked her for the wonderful evening, wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and planted an ever so soft kiss on her lips—feeling them gently part and her body slowly melt. I pulled away, perfect gentlemen that I was, and said goodnight. As I turned to head back to the cab, I couldn't help notice the one upstairs bedroom light on and blinds quickly closing as I looked up. This sneaking around Lauren's daughter wasn't a good start....

The next morning I called to see if Lauren wanted to get together, maybe go to the beach. I was dying to see her little body in a bikini; and there was no better place than Miami. Again, sounding hesitant on the phone and dropping her voice—'Rachel knows about last night. She doesn't know much about you, but she is upset—worried that I'm getting myself into yet another mess with some guy I just met in Las Vegas.' I told her I was coming over, and after her initial protest I assured her that I wanted a relationship with her—and that the only way that could happen was by at least introducing myself to her daughter and hopefully striking up a friendship with her. I hung up the phone, intent on winning over Lauren's daughter, but having no clue how to do so. 

Arriving at her front door, I took a deep breath, and knocked. Any nervousness I had melted away as Lauren answered the door already attired for the beach—a light, low cut, button down shirt squeezed her amazing tits together with absolutely no bikini to be seen. My mind raced with thoughts of what could be underneath, by my eyes roamed over her luscious globes noticing the subtle blue veins towards the surface of her skin. In an instant I pictured the throbbing veins on my cock as I pressed it between her tits. I quickly remarked how gorgeous she looked—a playful glance from her letting me it was okay to look as she took my hand and led me into her house. Walking behind her I could not help but notice the short, flimsy skirt that she had on that I swear would upend itself at the slightest breeze. Once again I found myself wondering what must lie beneath. 

She walked me into the kitchen, a young teenage girl eyes intently buried in a copy of Candide by Voltaire pretended not to acknowledge my existence or her mother's—much to Lauren's chagrin. 'Rachel put the book down and say hello to Thomas.' She looked up, at me, and but for her Latin brown eyes—the exact same color as her mother's, I don't think I would have recognized both Lauren and Rachel walking down the street as mother and daughter. At a lanky 5'7 and with a much paler complexion than her mother's olive skin tone she almost looked liked Lauren's distant cousin. 'So you're the next guy I see.' She said after surveying me for all of 5 seconds and resuming her book. 'It would appear so—everything is as it should be.' I said with a wry smile, knowing the book she had in her hand quite well. At this, she finally looked up at me and I knew then and there how to win Rachel's approval. At a young age, she saw her mother struggle and continue to date the ignorant douche bags and she vowed to live differently—to use her mind. Granted, she was beautiful enough to be popular amongst all her high school class on her looks alone, but she knew that wouldn't be enough for her. She wanted more for herself, and more for her mother. In short, she was a nerd with ambition, and so was I in high school. After a 5 minute conversation on other Enlightenment thinkers I asked if I could borrow a book from her, explaining that I would need something to read on the beach. She said I was welcome to anything I wanted and as I was perusing through the stack in front of her I asked, much to the surprise of her mother, if she might like to join us at the beach. Lauren was even more surprised when Rachel nonchalantly replied 'sure, I guess I could use some sun while I read. Let me go upstairs and grab my things.'

As Rachel left the room, her mother threw her arms around my neck, bringing my lips to hers and kissing me passionately for the first time—a deep kiss that lasted as my hands trailed down her back, gently squeezing her round Latin bottom through her skirt and underlying bikini, my cock starting to bulge in my trunks, pressed between us. She pulled away with a devilish grin—but I had to let her know that I was more than an intelligent and stable guy that could build a rapport with her teenage daughter. I had to let her know that I wanted her. She went into the kitchen and packed a few things in the cooler as her daughter came down the steps in beachwear of her own. It was like a Sari—not covering her entire body—indeed her long and slender legs were very much exposed, but I had no idea what kind of body she had underneath. I shook the though from my mind and soon we found ourselves at the beach.

It was sheer agony setting up an umbrella, laying out the beach towels over the white sands—I kept longing to see the bikini Lauren had on underneath her flimsy button down and skirt. What is more, I think she knew what sort of agony she was putting me through by taking her time. I whipped my shirt off, revealing, might I add, a very toned physique complete with flat stomach—not an 8 back, but at least 4. But my eyes were ever on Lauren as she slowly undid each button... Eternity ensued until at last she slid the light button down jacket down her arms falling softly onto the sand. Only two small triangles of solid black, connected to one another and around her neck and back with flimsy white strings remained. Her heaving 34Ds were perky and needed no support from the bikini—and it even looked as if they would not be contained within the tiny material and my thoughts immediately went back to how stunning she looked in that dress in Vegas—maybe it was one size to small, but I was beginning to think it wasn't borrowed from a friend at all, but intentional. She didn't stop there, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slid it down her legs, kicking it off. Every man within site was staring and I will readily admit I was, but I quickly remembered my surroundings, and that her teenage daughter sitting on the blanket opposite me. I quickly glanced over at Rachel and noticed that she too was looking at her mother, but her focus then zoomed in on me for a few seconds—trying to see my reaction. I tried looking out at the beach, pretending not to be at all interested in her mother's gorgeous 34D-25-35 body and praying to god that my trunks wouldn't start bulging right then and there. Lauren sat down, laying back on her elbows and soaking up the sun like the goddess she was. 

Then she turned to me and said 'Oh! I forgot to put sunscreen on before we left the house, would you mind Thomas?' Rachel quickly interjected 'I brought some Mom, you should really wear a higher SPF.' And she promptly sand down behind her mother, rubbing it into her skin. 

I thought to myself 'So she wants to be friends, but can't stand the thought of me touching her mother? This won't do...'

Lauren closed her eyes as Rachel finished her neck, back, shoulders, and then handed the bottle to her mother who gave me that same devilish grin as she poured some down her tits, letting it cascade between them down onto her tummy. Then her hands start to rub her breasts, squeezing them together, and rubbing them several seconds after the lotion was completely applied. I couldn't help but think to myself what a naughty fuck she was going to be if she was willing to tease me like that in front of her own daughter. I genuinely thought that my bonding with her daughter put her into sexual overdrive. Again, trying not to keep my eyes glued too much to her mother, I looked at Rachel, sitting directly behind her, watching her mother's every move; her eyes behind sunglasses but with what seemed a look of disapproval. She quickly stood up, removing her sari wrap asking for Lauren to rub some on her. I was immediately struck by the similarities between mother and daughter now—past the Latin brown eyes I had thought them not even remotely related—a 5'7 blonde with a slim frame couldn't possibly be Lauren's daughter. But as Rachel stood there in her much more conservative bikini (by Miami beach standards) she had the same body type as her mother—albeit a younger 34C-25-36 on a much taller frame. She sat down in front of her mother as Lauren applied copious amounts of sunscreen to her daughter's neck, back, and shoulders. 'She has such light skin' Lauren commented as I watched her apply it liberally—Rachel almost enjoying the attention she was receiving solely because of the lack of attention her mother was giving me. I decided to take the moral high road and apply my own sunscreen, grumbling to myself internally.

After that, the three of us talked, ate a light lunch from the cooler, and I even made a special point to converse with Rachel about intellectual subjects that were on her mind—I know how lonely high school can be when your intellectual stimulation comes from individuals who have been dead for over 300 years. She responded to me quite well and Lauren sat smiling, knowing that the two of us were going to get along just fine. As for me, I was genuinely enjoying the conversation with Rachel, but I was glancing at her mother thinking of all the naughty things she was going to do to me now that her daughter finally approved of a man she was dating. She could let down all those barriers she's had for years and I desperately wanted to know what kind of wildcat was behind that wall—and if I could possibly tame her with my cock. Something told me the answer was 'no' and that just made me want her even more. What I couldn't understand is why Rachel would be so warm while talking to me, then so cold as soon as my attention drifted to her mother. 

As the sun was setting, we made our way back to Lauren's house. She made a light dinner and just the two of us had wine out on the patio—Rachel making her way upstairs to her room. We talked for hours, falling in love a little more with each passing minute. Lauren commented on how her teenage daughter, with how intelligent and wise she is, has never liked a single man she's dated. I shifted the conversation to us and how I had fallen for her and how I had wanted her—right now. I grabbed her wine glass, setting it down on the table and grasped her hand, leading her upstairs.... 'Show me your bedroom.' She smiled that same shy smile I saw when I first met her, but I kissed her passionately on the lips, pulling her body against mine, letting her feel how hard I was. She melted in my arms, much as she did on her first kiss. She quietly grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom, closing the door behind us.

We kissed again, this time our mouths finding the napes of each other's necks, my tongue nibbling on her ear while she grasped the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up over my head. I quickly did the same to her light tank top, only the clasp of her bra separating me from my prize. With that same naughty grin on her face that she gave me at the beach, I thought I was in for another tease but she quickly removed the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the ground. At last, her magnificent, 34D, naked breasts in front of me—and they were worth waiting for. Her nipples were already rock hard, her areolas perfectly round and maybe an inch in diameter. My hands gently cupping them as my eyes looked up from her tits into hers, silently asking if it was okay. She just smiled and kissed me, my hands gently kneaded her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly into my ear, breaking our embrace to tell me that we had to be quiet. Rachel was only in the next room over and that anything above a whisper and she would hear. I assured her that her teenage daughter in the next room wouldn't hear a peep from me, but, with a fiendish grin of my own, I said I would not be able to guarantee that she wouldn't be able to hear her own mother. Her eyes wide with lust and fear, I grasped her by the waist and pushed her onto the bed, tugging her skirt and panties down with my fingers. Bending low, and looking up into her Latin brown eyes with my own Aryan blue I let my tongue drag up and down her completely bald, wet slit. She cooed with delight, 'It's been years since a man as licked my pussy' she said in a hushed voice, but still well above a whisper. My tongue breaking away while my forefinger gently circled overtop her clit, only long enough to ask her 'insinuating you've been with a woman?' She laughed as I gently blew softly on her pussy lips, 'Why is ever man obsessed with two women together? It's just a phase all teenage girls go through—experimenting their sexuality with one another. It's perfectly normal and my high school girlfriends and I used to lick each others pussies.' she said softly as she laid back, propping herself up on her elbows—her perky 34Ds in plain view as I resumed eating her pretty little bald pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head in sheer ecstasy as I parted her pussy lips, sliding my middle finger deep inside her as my tongue continued to roll over top her exposed clitoris. Propped up on pillows now, her hands start to caress her tits, squeezing her nipples while reaching a crescendo, in almost perfect rhythm of my finger sliding deep inside her, my tongue quickly flickering over her clit. The moans escaping from her soft lips with each passing minute were also increasing in volume—well past a whisper, but it didn't matter—Rachel was listening intently through the wall from her bedroom from the very beginning...

Her mother had never brought a man home with her before; she would always just return home, hair a bit disheveled and Rachel would know. With her ear pressed against her paper-thin bedroom wall she listened as they kissed and touched, knowing his hands must be cupping and kneading her mother's breasts—she understood his desire from the very start, his reactions at the beach on affirmed it. Rachel had already slipped on a tasteful babydoll nightgown that she loved wearing—practical for sleeping and it made her feel sexy. Her mother even started calling her 'babydoll' because she wore it around the house so often. It was already a couple of years old, her 'go-to' outfit for sleepovers with other girlfriends in her earlier teenage years. She had grown since then—taller so that it barely covered any thigh at all—she loved the feel of the hem lightly touching her bottom. She even wore thongs with this babydoll so she could feel the material on her barely covered bottom. Her breasts had also grown—she went from a 32B to a 34C almost overnight last summer, her tits almost pouring out the top, the straps strained to contain them. She knew they weren't as big as her mother's, but she loved how she looked in her babydoll, imagining that her breasts were just as desirable. 'It's been years since a man as licked my pussy,' she heard through the wall, her ears picking up every word between her mother and Thomas, her pussy slowly soaking her thong. She knew she shouldn't be listening in on them, but she let out a soft moan as she cupped her hand around her pussy through her thong and rubbed her palm gently over her clit, putting her ear back to the wall just in time to hear her mother say 'It's perfectly normal and my high school girlfriends and I used to lick each other's pussies.' Rachel bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan as she closed her eyes and pictured Thomas between his mothers thighs, licking her pussy with reckless abandon—and probably better than any high school girl could do.' She decided that she couldn't take it anymore, that she needed to see for herself.




Cumming between a Mother + Daughter



Lauren's was not an overly strict mother, but she was very protective of her daughter. The day they moved into the house, the locks came off all the bedroom doors—there would be no barriers between them and Rachel loved that about her mother. She hated to take advantage of that policy, but she knew she had to see Thomas between her mother's legs. She crept down the hallway quietly, slowly rotating the doorknob to her room, and cracked it barely a few millimeters. All she could see was the back of Thomas's head buried between Lauren's thighs—her hands already on her tits—squeezing them, playing with her nipples. After only seconds of watching, Rachel became aware that her babydoll was hiked about her hips, and her right hand was inside her thong, furiously fingering her teenage pussy as she watched Thomas go down on her mother. 'God this is soooo wrong' she thought to herself, but knowing she wanted to watch, knowing she wanted to cum watching through the door like this. She knew she was close to cumming, and something deep inside her, as she watched her mother, eyes closed, writhe in pleasure, told her that she was going to cum soon too. In that naughty part of her mind, the part she inherited from her mother, a switch turned from 'this is wrong' to 'I want to cum at the same time Thomas makes my mom cum—right now' In that second, Lauren bucked her hips against Thomas's mouth, one hand covering her own mouth, the other still cupping her breast. Like mother, like daughter—because Rachel came harder than she ever had in her short teenage life and had to bite down on her hand to prevent Thomas and Lauren from hearing. 

Lauren quickly recovered from her orgasm, immediately kissing Thomas passionately on the mouth, licking his chin, covered in her own juices, completely unaware of the slightly cracked door and her daughter behind it. 'mmmmm oh my god that was amazing' she cooed, again, well above a whisper. She continued passionately kissing Thomas, and dragging her tongue up and down his chin. 'mmmm and I forgot how good pussy tastes—I'm soooo wet Thomas.' And with that, Lauren sunk down to her knees and Thomas stood before her—a rock hard bulge in his boxers as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and yanked them down, his 8 inch cock (1 inch in diameter) sprung out. Outside the door, Rachel didn't move a muscle and looked on at a side profile of her mother on her knees, about to take Thomas's cock in her mouth. 

I looked down at my beautiful Latin beauty, her deep brown eyes looking up at me, only my cock separating us from complete eye contact. She grasped the shaft with her small hand, bending it toward her wet lips, letting the tip of my shaft slowly part them, and the base of my cock slide past her tongue. 'Ohhhhh my god Lauren!' I said at a decibel level much too loud, but she was oblivious to the fact that her daughter was (or should have been) in the next room sound asleep. She grasped his cock by the base of his shaft, pulling the entire length out of her mouth, only her lips softly rubbing against the tip of his dick. She softly said 'Thomas, I want you to fuck me, I want you inside me. But not tonight—tonight, I want you to cum all over my tits. Can you do that for me?' I acknowledged by a nod or a grunt, or some other means—I don't even remember. But she continued sucking my cock at a faster and faster pace, cupping her tits, kneading them, waiting for me to cum. I could feel my balls churning, knowing I would cum within seconds... 'Lauren, baby, you're making me cum. I'm going to cuuuuum.'

Rachel couldn't contain herself any longer—she was also going to cum, once again, but this time watching her mother's mouth envelop Thomas's cock—her face wet with her own juices and his precum. Her knees buckled from the pleasure she was giving herself, and, just as Thomas announced he was going to cum she felt her knee slightly touch the door, pushing it open just a few inches.

My mind could not comprehend what I saw—the door swinging ever so slightly ajar, I glanced over and locked eyes with Rachel, my lover's teenage daughter. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity but was most likely only a split second. I watched her eyes go wide, and it was then that I noticed her babydoll hiked around her waist—her luscious teenage tits exposed and her hand inside her thong, furiously fingering her pussy. Lauren had taken my cock out of her mouth, cooing to me 'that's right, cum for mommy, cum all over mommy's tits Thomas.' I looked down at her as she opened her eyes, thinking 'god she had no idea how right she was.' She continued to stroke my cock as I shot white hot ropes of cum on her beautiful 34Ds, the occasionally splatter reaching her face, her eyes delighted. She was so beautiful, but I never forget Rachel, standing in the doorway. I quickly glanced over at the door, still ajar, but she was gone. Lauren then noticed the door ajar and quickly got up to close it, worried only that she didn't latch it tightly enough the first time and that perhaps a sound or two got out that was louder than normal. I didn't have the heart to tell her about her daughter watching us. At first I didn't know what to think, but then it all came together—the reason Rachel was hot and cold around me was that she wanted me for herself; she couldn't stand me even looking at her mother and not her.

The next day was a bit awkward as Lauren quickly announced that she was going to the market to pick up some fresh produce for breakfast. Rachel quickly volunteered but Lauren insisted that she stay and keep me company. She knew that I had seen her, I knew that she was watching her mother and I. The door closed and Lauren's car pulled out of the drive. I sipped my coffee, as did Rachel and we didn't speak—a dead silence for over a minute. I decided to break it...

'Soooo, about last night. Maybe we should talk about it.'

'I really don't think we need to talk about anything Thomas.' She replied coldly. 

'It's just going to be weird if we don't—I mean, we got along so great at the beach yesterday and we had a good thing going. And I mean, it's okay that you, you know.... Masturbate.' I reassured her.

She turned a shade of red, putting her head in her hands, 'Look I really don't want to have this conversation.'

'And, I know it sounds weird, but it wasn't a bad thing, what you saw between your mother and I. Honestly, I really think we are falling in love. And, you know, you're a teenage girl, you're... Curious.'

'Look you really have no idea what you're talking about. Let's just drop it; I'm sorry for what I did.'

'I don't think it is that easy Rachel, you're not exactly sorry. You were curious, and that's natural—if anything, I would chalk this up to the same curiosities you have in your studies. And I think you liked it.' I added for emphasis.

'But watching my own mother?' Rachel blurted out abruptly. 

'Well, I suppose that had to be part of it.' I said with an air of confidence, starting to love the fact that this teenage vixen came watching her mother suck me off, not knowing entirely how long she was standing in the doorway watching. 

'Look, it's just not right and I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have felt that way.' She replied.

'What about if your mother didn't know?' I said with a very disarming but fiendish purpose. 'I mean, I didn't mind having you watch us last night, and she didn't realize you were watching at all. If she didn't know, then no harm done, right?'

'You mean, you didn't mind me watching?' Rachel asked quizzically.

'Not at all. Perhaps tonight I could leave the door ajar again....'

'But she would notice' Rachel replied.

'What if I blindfolded her?' I said in a low voice.

She thought for a moment, unable to resist the temptation of watching for another night. '....Alright.' My cock immediately jumped in my shorts, knowing I was going to have another audience tonight. We quickly discussed some minor details and awaited Lauren's return.

Later that night Rachel, according to our little plan, 'left the house to go see a movie with some friends' and I could tell as soon as the front door was shut the Lauren was wet. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me, and kissing me passionately as I carried her up the steps towards her room. Rachel quietly crept in through the back door as I purposefully left the door to her mother's room ajar. When Lauren mentioned it I quickly dismissed her concerns, 'she will be away for another couple of hours!' she quickly relented and in no time we had each other's clothes off, my mouth sucking on her tits when I pulled out a black bandana of Rachel's. 

'Where did you get that?' Lauren asked with a devilish grin.

'I found it.' I replied sheepishly, tying it around her head, covering her eyes.... 'No peeking now, right? You can't see a thing, yes?'

'Not a thing...' She replied.

I decided to test out the veracity of her statements by lying her on her back, naked, and slowly kissing various parts of her body to see if she was at all surprised at the sensation. I slowly kissed her neck, then ran my finger across her bare thighs, then putting my lips to her nipple, gently kissing it, then sucking it. I could tell that Lauren enjoyed it to the point where I believed she closed her eyes even underneath the blindfold. 'Mmmmm good girl.' I cooed. At that moment, I saw Rachel sheepishly appear in the doorway, in the same babydoll nightie she had on the night before. My eyes locked on her tight teenage body, her 34Cs pouring out the top. I gave out a groan, and without thinking said aloud 'god you look amazing in that babydoll.'

Rachel's eyes widen as her mother, naked on the bed asked 'What? What are you talking about?'

'Oh, I said, 'god you look amazing babydoll.'

Lauren laughed, 'That's soo funny, that's my nickname for Rachel. She loves wearing this little babydoll around the house at night. It's so old though, and she's grown out of it too. I'll have to get her a new one for her birthday.'

Rachel and I both breathed a collective sigh of relief, albeit silently. I stood looking at Rachel, her beautiful teenage body in her babydoll, me in just my boxer briefs.... I pulled them down, around my ankles, my cock spring out for her to see and appreciate. She glanced briefly at me, then back at her mother. I looked at her quizzically and she motioned for me to move closer to Lauren. I thought to myself 'wow, so now she's going to be a director after I say she can watch?' Lauren quickly found my rock hard cock, and started stroking it, softly say 'god I want this in my mouth right now....' She slid off the bed, down onto her knees, our profile facing Rachel—the exact same position as last night. She shook her head as if to say 'no.'

'And if I were to say 'ladies first' would you object?' my voice asking two women in the room, Lauren answering with a delicious 'mmmmmmkay' and Rachel nodding her head 'yes.' Just like last night, with the pillows propping you up, I love when you play with your tits while I go down on you Lauren. This time Rachel didn't nod, but her hands immediately gravitated towards her own breasts, mimicking her mother's hands on her own tits. I thought to myself, 'God that's hot—she's trying to pretend that she is her mother right now, having me lick her little pussy. But she can't see me do it from that angle...Strange.' My mouth devouring Lauren's bald pussy, just like the night before—knowing exactly how long to let my tongue circle over her clit, how deep she wanted my middle finger fucking her pussy while I did so. She cooed and I broke away, my fingers still fucking her mother while I turned around and saw Rachel, her babydoll hiked around her waist again, her luscious teenage tits exposed, fucking her pussy in rhythm to her mother. I've never been harder and went back to fucking her mother. As Lauren fell deeper and deeper into the pleasure I was giving her, I felt a hand on my shoulder—Rachel.

I was so shocked, stopping both my tongue on her pussy lips and pulling out my fingers.

'Mmmmmmm why did you stop Thomas?' Lauren asked almost coming out of her coma.

My fingers slowly resuming their work, my eyes wide, not able to ask Rachel what the hell she was thinking. Her babydoll back on, she motioned for me to move aside. I could scarcely comprehend when all of the sudden Rachel pulled my fingers out of her mother's pussy and knelt down where I was, cupping her hand around Lauren's mound, slowly rubbing it. She lean forward, dragging her tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. Slowly circling her tongue over her mother's clit. I sat by in utter shock—it was not her mother she was jealous of—she was jealous of me... She wanted her own mother, and was now sliding her own fingers inside of her prize while her tongue slowly lapped at her pussy lips. All the previous events surfaced—our conversation that morning, the sunscreen on the beach, why she wanted to watch her mother as she was getting eaten out—not her sucking me off. 

'Ohhhhh god, what are you doing to me?' Lauren moaned as Rachel continued fucking her mother with reckless abandon. Lauren's breathing increasing rapidly, the pace of Rachel's tongue on her clit quickly matching. 'Ohhhhh my god that's sooo good, keep doing exactly that, it feels sooo good baby. Yeah baby..' Rachel's eyes lit up watching her mother knead her gigantic breasts together, knowing she wouldn't last much longer, that she was going to make her mother cum. 

I came out of my shock, not knowing if seconds or minutes had passed by, but this had quickly grown out of hand—it was one thing for Rachel to watch her mother and I without her knowing, but it was quite another to allow Lauren to unknowingly have an orgasm from her own daughter. With Rachel's mouth still slurping and sucking on Lauren's pussy I exclaimed 'Lauren!' Evidently she was too far gone to realize that it was quite impossible for me to be talking AND going down on her at the same time. I quickly pulled the bandana from Lauren's eyes, she slowly opened them to see me overtop of her—and slowly registered that it was not my lips on her wet slit...

Lauren adjusted to the light, still in a haze of ecstasy as her pussy was being licked like no other experience she's ever had—not even her high school girlfriends. She saw Thomas's face and quickly looked down to see who was between her legs. In that instant of seeing her beautiful, blonde haired daughter with the same brown eyes as her own looking up at her—she felt guilt, shock, but ultimately succumbed to lust. 'Ohhhhhhh babydoll keep going, keep licking mommy's pussy.' She moaned, loving how she was mixing an innocent nickname into a sentence that involved her pussy and how much pleasure her little girl was giving her. 

Rachel almost came then and there as soon as her mother realized that it was her licking her pussy, and what is more, encouraging her to make her cum. Her hand drifted down to her own naked pussy, completely bald, just as her mother's and she slid a finger in. Her mother moaned yet again, ever closer to climax 'Gooood you shouldn't be doing this to mommy, but it feels sooo good, just don't stop. Please make mommy cum?' Not more than a second after Lauren asked her daughter for the unthinkable, the both came together—Rachel using her own fingers, her mother from Rachel's tongue circling and vibrating on her clit. Lauren bucked her hips, but Rachel never let her tongue move far from her mother's dripping wet slit. 'Ohhhhhhh my god babydoll!'

And as Rachel removed her mouth from Lauren's pussy, her mother beckoned for her to come lay beside her. They passionately kissed, their lips parting and tongues sliding gently into each others mouths. Lauren licking and slurping up all of her own wetness that covered her daughters chin. 'Don't be mad mommy, it was my idea all the long. I wanted you...' Lauren stroked her hair and reassured her that everything was okay. Thomas sat there, completely dumbfounded—unable to say a thing. Before he could say a word, Rachel took her right hand, the one that was playing with her pussy while she went down on her mother, and brought it to Lauren's lips. Lauren smiled at her teenage daughter, and dutifully sucked them, loving the taste of her own daughter's pussy. 'Mmmmmm, mommy knows what you need babydoll.' She said as she slid down the bed, opening her daughters legs, and putting her mouth to her daughter's wet slit, lapping up all the juices, before plunging her fingers inside Rachel. 

'Ohhhh yess mommy, yes. Put your tongue on my clit, just like I did for you.' Rachel moaned as she kneaded her breasts together, looking down at her mother reciprocating the very same taboo act she had just performed on her. 'That's it mommy, make your naughty little girl cum. I watched you last night with Thomas, and I know that men think you're naughty—uhhhh god yeah just like that....But you had no clue that you passed it onto your own daughter did you? That she would be naughty enough to want her own mother between her legs!' Like mother, like daughter—Lauren's hand dropped down to her own pussy, furiously circling overtop her clit—feeling her little girl's body respond to her touch—knowing she was about to cum; and she wanted to cum at the same time. 'Yeah mommy, yeah mommy, just like that... yeah!' And in unison, both of their bodies quivered intensely with their last and final orgasm. At least for tonight...

After a few words, Lauren put Rachel to bed, still in her little babydoll nightie and came back into the room where Thomas sat. 'Lauren, I had no idea that it would go this far...' She put a finger to his lips—'Thomas I'm exhausted and can't think this through right now. One thing I do know, is that this is just a lesbian phase—she's young, every woman goes through it. But I need it to pass quickly. A daughter should not lust after her own mother, we need to move the object of her desires to men.'

Lauren looked at him as they laid in bed together naked, 'Thomas—I need you to fuck my daughter.'



Cumming Camp Counselors



The trees blurred by as my VW bug whined it's way around another switchback. Mid-June and it's already getting hot. Rounding a corner too close, the car kicked up red dust as I steered it past the new Camp Wininoka sign overhead.

Wininoka, probably some faked American Indian name, had just opened two summers ago. Needing a change from the place I'd been working, I immediately put my name on the summer staff waiting list. I got lucky and managed to work the last month of the season last year in the camp kitchen. When another girl decided to stay home for the summer, I got a letter right after freshman english finals, asking me back. I just had enough time to pack, change plans and hit the road for California.

But I was late. Real late.

My car skidded to a halt cantered left in one of the dirt parking spots. Dozens of cars were already here and no one else was in the parking lot. I jerked the keys out of the ignition, kicked the door open and grabbed my pack. The staff meeting had started over an hour ago. I ran.

The mess hall was the center of daily camp life. At least three activities, breakfast, lunch and dinner happened here every day. Sometimes sing-a-longs or movies at night, weather depending. I ran around the backside and entered through the kitchen. The director was a real stickler for rules - don't be late to meetings, don't stay out after lights-out, don't be late from a weekend. Yadda, yadda, yadda - Jesus, that guy could babble on. A couple of big pots simmered on the huge stoves in the center of the room, but the staff was absent. I turned off the lights and pushed the swinging door open slowly.

"Topeka, get your ass over here!"

Shit. Dan had seen me. Everyone turned around and looked in my direction.

"You're fucking late as usual, Topeka. Find a seat if you can manage it."

Everyone chuckled at that, recalling my difficulties with a prickly pear cactus meeting my backside last year. Fuck, what a start.

I walked around the group seated on tables and benches surrounding the mighty Dan Reynolds, Wininoka's camp director. He's the one who hired me last summer and I was grateful for it, but he could be a real son-of-a-bitch when things didn't go his way. Dan'd been put in charge of Wininoka when it opened. He'd been living and working in the local mountains pretty much his whole life. Marilyn, my best friend and cabinmate here, told me that he was fifty-five, but it was hard to believe since he was in such good shape, tanned and still had a full head of hair. I guess I always thought men who were in their fifties should look more like my dad, bald, fat around the middle and wheezing whenever they climbed stairs.

Marilyn and I had met last year during my short stay here - she working the waterfront, teaching canoeing and me slopping grits and pancakes in the kitchen. I liked her the moment I saw her. Always somewhere near the center of attention, but difficult to spot. She had this elfin stature and as a result, got lost in crowds easily. But she also had this wonderful way about her as though she was always up to something; something she shouldn't be doing and I loved her for it. She was sitting on a table near the side and waved me over to a spot. She smiled, putting her arm around me.

"Welcome to Camp Willy-Cock-a," she whispered in my ear - her pet name for this forested paradise near the lake. I smiled and we exchanged hello kisses.

Dan approached. "Topeka, you've missed all the fun part of my talk, but you can read it all in the Camp manual. Here." Dan roughly plopped a huge notebook in my lap. Damn, I had to read all this?

"Okay, listen up. Last year, I think you all recall a certain problem that occurred in the second month here at camp." Dan was in his element now, telling us what to do and what not to do. "A female counselor had to go home because of 'family' business. Remember?"

I hadn't been here then, so I looked at Marilyn with a "what the fuck is he talking about" gawk. She rolled her eyes, putting her lips to my ear.

"A girl got knocked up and had to go home. It caused a lot of problems for Dan. Parents got bent out of shape - almost sued the camp." 

My mouth dropped open and I stared at her.

"You got some secrets to share, Sacramento?" Dan looked at Marilyn with his lips thinly drawn. Dan had this thing for calling all the girls by the place they came from. Funny, how he never did it with the boys.

"No, Dan. Sorry, go ahead." Marilyn put on her perky counselor demeanor and waved.

"There will be no funny business at camp this summer! Got me?" Dan stared hard at everyone there. I looked around at the rest of the group to see the reaction.

"Got me, Topeka?"

Shit, just because I looked around… "Sure, Dan. No funny business."

"This means you girls do not drive the boys insane. And you boys do not encourage the girls to do so. Do you all understand me?"

"Yes, Director Dan." Everyone responded together in moments like this and called Dan by his formal title. To me, though, it always sounded like a character from Sesame Street.

"Good, good. Now, all the men, if you cannot resist having sex with some unsuspecting female while you are working for me…" Lots of girly giggles hit the air. "Girls, I know I don't have to worry about you because you know these guys for what they are…lying, cheating, good-for-nothings who don't have a dime of security between them." Several guys groaned.

Dan smiled. "But there are women in the local towns who don't know them like you and I do, so…" Dan whipped out a condom and held it up in the air. Everyone started laughing. "You must wear a raincoat, if you are going to get wet. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Director Dan," said all the men.

"Good, we understand each other. If you get some poor unsuspecting girl in trouble, I get in trouble. And if I get in trouble…"

"We get in trouble," said the men.

I heard a deep chuckle. I looked up to see a gleaming set of teeth smiling above an amazing set of pecs stretching a t-shirt to its limits. Green eyes, deep tan and tousled black hair told me this was Johnny Winston, the head swimming counselor. My eyes traveled down to his ass. My God what a butt this guy had. I breathed out deeply, looking at his tight shorts, then shook my head, realizing I was staring.

"Right. Now then, girls stay, men leave. Go. Now fellas." Slowly, the boys got up and sauntered out the screen-covered side doors towards their cabins. I watched Johnny, laughing with a couple of friends and made a few mental notes about his walk.

"Okay, okay, girls - listen up." Yeah, Dan was an older man, but I really didn't like the way he always referred to us as 'girls' and the boys as 'men.' Kinda pissed me off. I wondered if he'd always been a misogynist.

Dan held up a clipboard. "This clipboard contains a list of every female counselor who will be working here this season. Next to your name, I want you to put an 'X' if you are on birth control, and an"O", if…"

One of the girls from crafts stood up. "You can't require us to tell you that. It's personal."

Dan hugged the clipboard to his chest and smiled. "Boston, I can require whatever I like. I'm your employer. This list is not for public consumption. I need it to know who to keep an eye on. If you don't like this new policy, you all know where the door is located."

Grimacing, Boston sat back down. We all knew that there was a waiting list of girls who would gladly take our place.

"I have the clipboard up here. Please come up and make an 'X' for yes and an "O" for no next to your name. If you want to talk to me in private about this, I will be in my office the rest of the afternoon 'til supper. Thank you." Everyone got up. Most got in line to mark the list. I stood behind Marilyn.

"Did you see Newport?" whispered Marilyn over her shoulder using the familiar city of Johnny's hometown.

"Oh yeah. I did."

"I have goosebumps. Look."

Sure enough, Marilyn held out her arm and the little bits of gooseflesh danced up and down her skin. I didn't mention where Johnny had affected me.

I got to the front of the line and put an "X" by my name. I looked up as I stepped out, but Dan ignored me.

Marilyn got our cabin keys from the Quartermaster and we grabbed our stuff from our cars. The pine scent filled the air along with the dust of the dirt trails, which connected everything throughout the camp. Faintly, as we got closer to the girl counselor cabins, we could hear the falls roaring in the distance.

I breathed in deep and looked at the robins flying across the clearing in front of us. "I missed this place. It's just so cool being up here. It feels kind of like home - a second home."

"Really? I always thought of it as more of a place away from home - a place where the rules don't apply so much. Know what I mean?"

I knew that look in her eye. Something was up. Marilyn has always been what my mom would call a "free spirit," ready to try anything once or twice. My upbringing had kept me away from any shenanigans. Well, except for the occasional beer. But in the sex department, I had been strictly a solo act, playing what I might try to do someday in my head a thousand times over. My fingers had taken my virginity years before, but I'd never gotten up the courage to convince a guy to…well, you know…do it. Marilyn was keenly aware of my track record.

I put my key in the lock and jerked the door open. The cabin opened to a musty stale smell wafting through the air. A long time ago these little wooden houses had been carpeted and cleaned, but not for a couple of weeks. And worse, they'd been kept closed.

"Yuck. Quick, help me get all the shutters open." Marilyn and I slid all the wooden boards open to reveal mosquito screen behind them to let the fresh air in.

After a half-hour of dusting and cleaning the carpet to help make the place livable, we loaded our stuff inside and started to unpack. The cabins were wooden with tarpaper roofs, slanted to the back for rain when it came. Surrounding two old army surplus metal twin beds were windows looking out at the woods away from the counselor area center. We each had a metal dresser with mirror. Think rustic…no, think cheap.

The counselor residences were arranged in a semi-circle surrounding two buildings in the center of the clearing. One contained showers, bathrooms and the washer-dryer, the other was for the weekly visiting directors of the various groups that stayed at Wininoka.

As I finished sorting all my clothes into the dresser, Marilyn started unpacking her footlocker.

"What plans do you have for the summer, Stace?" Stacie was my real name. Only Marilyn and I called each other by our actual names. Everyone else was named after their city, well, except for Newport. We talked about him often enough; we just used his city as a kind of code name. 

"Plans? None really. Just get the job done."

She looked at me like I was stupid. "Aw, come on. No plans at all?"

"Like what?"

She stuffed panties into the second drawer, arranging them by color, I think. By color? I had to make a note to ask about that one. She smiled a toothy smile, an embarrassed smile.

"You know, plans…ah, goals for the summer. What to…uh, get accomplished while we're here." She continued hauling stuff out of her trunk.

I sat on my bunk. "I don't get you."

"Well, I've got plans, big plans." She grabbed a roll of magazines out of her trunk. "I'm gonna…" Ka-thunk! Out of the magazine rool, something shiny fell to the floor.

I followed it along the floor; it rolled and stopped against my foot - a vibrator. My eyebrows shot up. My eyes flicked to Marilyn's face. She looked at me with wide eyes. I looked down at it and back to her. She laughed and picked it up.

"I've been spending way too much time with my friend here the past few months." She sat on her bunk, facing me. "My plans involve making this little machine as lonely as I possibly can."

"Oh-kay…do I wanna hear these plans?"

She sat on her bunk and faced me. "Sure you do. In fact, I think you'd be really interested because of your Kansas background and all." 

I let that comment go and listened. She gestured with the vibrator as she talked. "Well, not really plans so much as yet. More like goals. We have a lot of good-looking guys here at the lake and not just at the camp, you know."

I knew what she meant. Something in the water, something in the air - I didn't know what it was, but there were an inordinate amount of cute guys in the mountains.

She looked at the ceiling, pausing for effect. "I mean it's not like I'm a virgin or anything, but…oh, sorry Stace, I didn't mean…"

I waved my hand to put her at ease. "Fine. Don't worry. Not a problem, no offense taken."

She sighed and started again. "Good. I mean to say…we're young and still have a lot to experience, you know, sexually. I'm just planning on knocking a few things off the list." She smiled and looked a little red-faced.

"Such as?" I was getting into this now.

She blushed, then sat up straight and put her hands in her lap. "Anal."

A puzzled look crossed my face.

"Anal sex. You know what anal sex is, right? Buttfucking?"

"Yeah, of course." Even though the door was closed, I looked around to make certain no one was nearby. My stomach was more surprised than I was. The image that popped into my head of Marilyn on her knees was kind of annoying, though.

She leaned forward conspiratorially. "Want to try that?"

"No, no way! I mean…wouldn't it hurt? Like ouch, you know?"

"Yeah, I suppose. It would have to be the right guy. Experienced, hopefully. Tender. I'd have to get way hot first and use…"

"…lots of lube!" We both said simultaneously, laughing.

"What else? What other…ah, goals do you have?"

She looked at the floor and kicked her toes down once or twice. "Group sex. Me and another couple maybe, or me and a guy and another couple - something like that."

"Jesus, that's pretty out there. I mean, I've read about it, but…"

"Exhibitionism." She looked directly at me.

"You mean…show off?"

"Yeah. I think it'd be really sexy. Taking off your clothes and gettin' busy while someone watches you. You know?"

She took the vibrator and held it straight up, stuffing it in her other hand as though she were fucking it.

"Christ, Marilyn, you're…you're just a…"

"What? What am I?"

"I don't know. I…just had no idea that you were such a…a horn dog!"

She cracked up and rolled on the bed. I had to laugh.

Suddenly, she sat up, looking serious. "But more specifically, this summer…"

"Yeah?"

"The first thing I'm gonna do is suck Johnny Winston's cock. That big lump of his will be in my mouth by the end of the month, I promise you." She stared at the vibrator licking her lips like a predator.

Again, the image of little Marilyn on her knees in front of big Johnny Winston leapt into my mind. During the school year, Johnny was a defensive back for Southern Cal. Supposedly, pro teams were already calling him as well as every girl who ever saw him. Marilyn sure knew how to shoot for the stars. I wasn't sure about any "plans" I might make for the summer, but right now, I was dusty from the road and needed a shower.

The screen door slammed behind me as I entered the old wooden bathroom in the center of camp. A line of sinks and mirrors lined the left side of the room. The floor was covered in wooden slats over a concrete foundation, sloping to a big drain in the center. I pulled open one of the big shower doors and turned on the hot water. Yep, there it was. The water was skin peeling hot in seconds. I quickly balanced the temperature with the cold, hung my towel on the hook next to the door and stripped off my clothes.

The water felt great. The pressure in these old stalls was more like a car wash, blasting down on you and steaming up the air in seconds. In the center of the spray, it felt almost like you were getting beaten. Little needles of spray pounding your skin by the thousands. I wondered about standing still too long, if I'd get a bruise. I put my hair under the spray getting it wet. Then I pulled out my scented soap and started lathering my body.

I thought back to seeing all the boys earlier in the mess hall. I thought back to "the lump" as Marilyn referred to the bulge in Johnny's shorts. I thought of Marilyn's goals for the summer - anal sex, group sex and exhibitionism. Things that I had read about, but never imagined myself being in those scenarios. Never thought I might get an opportunity to do anything like that. But here was Marilyn planning on doing it, making it happen. Then it began to play in my mind. I closed my eyes.

I could see tiny little Marilyn, hair wet and dripping, water running down her back as she drops to her knees in front of a smiling Johnny Winston. Water cascades down his chest as he rips his shirt over his head. He looks down at her. His sexy lower lip is sticking out in that classic pout he gets. She pulls at his shorts and they begin to slide down his hips. His boxers come into view. Everything is wet as though the two of them are showering together - as though they are here with me now. 

The shorts slide out of view. She rubs the palm of her hand along the lump in the boxers. He moans. She smiles devilishly and rubs harder.

My hands are at my breasts, holding them underneath, feeling the spray shoot across the hard tips - back and forth, back and forth. I squeeze them together, gently milking them from the sensitive soft undersides to my nipples with my thumb and forefingers. I feel hot.

Marilyn pulls open the hole of Johnny's boxers and peeks inside. She grins, flashing teeth as she spots her prey. She reaches inside and grabs Johnny's cock. She looks up at him as he closes his eyes and groans. I can see the wet muscles of her forearm grip and release, grip and release as she starts to stroke his shaft.

My left hand leaves my breast and slowly travels over my stomach to my fur covered mound. I slip my fingers underneath me, cupping my pussy, pressing up with my fingertips, running them into my hot furrow. I can feel how slippery I'm getting as my middle fingertip, slides easily along my labia. I take a little step with my left foot to the side, opening my legs. A soft tingling starts in my pussy - a delicious electrical sensation.

Marilyn pulls at the boxer opening, pulling it away from Johnny's cock in her grasp. She slides his member along the material. A soft, rounded protrusion slips and bends the cloth savagely as she tries to pull it to the opening. The material deflates and Johnny's cock pokes into view. Hard, pointing up towards Marilyn's smiling face in a graceful arc, like a sculpture. Protruding from a nest of curly black hair, Johnny's cock is dark and thick. Little Marilyn's fingers barely fit around the beast, making it look even larger.

My fingers open my pussy as I reach between my legs with my other hand. Water runs down my stomach as I bend forward to look. My labia are pink-red - their lips open like the wings on a butterfly, peeled back against my mons. I touch them lightly with my finger, rubbing them softly against my skin. They're slick with my juices. And it feels so delicious, like someone's hot little tongue licking me, loving me. I rub a slow circle around my lips, then back again, making sure to press up whenever I pass my vagina.

Johnny's cock head is red and swollen. It looks as though it might burst, being taut like one of those floating jellyfish on the beach. It's skin is shiny and stretched, throbbing as she squeezes his shaft. She looks up at Johnny and as his eyes open, her mouth opens and a long, pink tongue extends in an arc, reaching out to touch the bloated cock. She licks underneath the crown and withdraws. A trail of saliva hangs between her tongue and his penis.

I push a finger into my vagina. The pressure is delicious. I withdraw it slowly, coating it and pressing it in further, penetrating as deeply as I can. My other hand has started slowly rubbing along the left side of my clit, teasing it, making it hard. The finger withdraws. Then two fingers rub themselves along my slit, getting themselves oiled and slick. A shiver runs up my stomach, bursting through my nipples as my breath catches and forces its way out though my mouth. I turn my wrist and push the two fingers into my pussy. A quiet groan slowly tumbles from my mouth. I half-lid my eyes and look at the water splashing around me on the walls of the stall. The door is not quite shut. A tiny crack of light from outside shows me that the bathroom is empty. My two fingers hit bottom as Johnny's cockhead disappears into Marilyn's mouth.




Cumming Camp Counselors



Firmly grasping it, Marilyn's lips travel about halfway down the shaft. The mushroom-shaped head bends past her lips as she closes them over it. She pushes down, then slowly withdraws her mouth, leaving a shiny sheen of saliva coating the shaft and head of Johnny Winston's hardened penis. Her tongue flicks out, grabbing a lap of pre-cum from the tip. Leaving it on her tongue, she turns her eyes up to Johnny and smiles as best she can. He smiles back down at her, then he jerks spasmodically as her mouth plunges home again, taking more of his cock inside.

My right hand has started to pump the two fingers in and out of me. My hips are rocking against them in time - fingers up, hips forward, fingers out, hips back and open. They press me open, wedging my pussy apart in a perfect, well-practiced manner. I make sure to rub my G-spot on the way out, just the way I like it. I picture a big cock sliding its way inside me. I moan as I see it stretch me.

The hot water flows all around. The steam makes it difficult to get a full breath. I'm panting as I fuck myself. My breasts heave forward with every thrust. I'm getting close. I can feel it coming. I can feel the tightening, the tingle building between my legs, the heat of my womb, the pressure building - my mind on nothing else. My breasts feel full, tight, like two balloons bouncing under the spray of the shower.

Marilyn's little breasts jiggle as she pumps the shaft in time with her mouth. She's really working Johnny's cock now, playing it like an instrument. I can hear the smacking of her lips, Johnny's moaning, the splash of the water off their bodies as his hips rock forward now, fucking his cock in and out of Marilyn's mouth. Their cocksucking dance is choreographed perfection. He places his hands on either side of hear head, guiding her budding red mouth, as it glides tightly up and down his penis, sucking and fucking it - milking it for what she wants. Johnny groans louder with each thrust. He screams, "Oh God. Oh Marilyn!" and thrusts his cock deep into her mouth, clutching her head, spewing his milky seed down her throat. Marilyn's throat contracts, drinking the salty treat. She pulls her mouth off Johnny's cock and two final jets of sperm shoot across her cheek and start cascading down like a pale syrup. The corners of her mouth bend upward in gratification as she pumps the shaft tightly with her little hand. She opens her big brown eyes and smiles over at me.

My left finger flicks at the nubbin of my clit in time to my hips rocking forward. My eyes are screwed tight as the movie of Johnny and Marilyn dances with me. The tightness inside builds to rubber band tautness. My fingers plunge into my pussy, thrusting in and out of me in a blur as a low groan starts at the back of my throat. I push down against the pressure, trying to hold it there, trying to stop it from happening, but it's too much. Suddenly, the tingling explodes and my groan rises to a scream as my mind goes blank and my body spasms over the edge of the precipice. I jam my fingers deep inside myself and hold them there as my pussy clutches at them again and again while all my breath pushes out of my stomach. The recoil is too much as my knees shake blindly and give way. I fall against the side of the stall, panting, enjoying the sensations sweeping though me. I slide down the wall as the water cascades down my body. I open my eyes to the dim sunlight coming through the top of the shower. I pant a few more times, gulping air - the numbness of my crotch sated, my mind adrift in a it's druglike state. I sit in the bottom of the stall - my breasts heaving, my legs splayed open and the hot water making a big circle as it falls into the drain while the steam swirls round and round.

Steam rises off the mashed potatoes as I fill my cup with milk in the mess hall. The food here is on a strict schedule - meat and potatoes on Thursday nights, Fish and chips on Friday, Spaghetti on Saturday, Chicken on Sunday and so on. Today, we had meatloaf surprise and mashed potatoes with peas. The campers wouldn't be arriving for another week, so now was the time to test the new facilities built over the winter months and try out any new camp cuisine.

I felt famished. Nothing like some good sex to get my stomach in the right mood for eating. If Marilyn had her way with summer, I'd be as big as a house by the fall.

I wandered down the center aisle of tables, noticing Marilyn and Johnny sitting by themselves off in a corner laughing. Marilyn looked up and waved me over.

I took a seat across from them. "Hey guys." They were almost finished eating.

Johnny glanced at my tits as I sat down. "Hi Marilyn. Glad you're back this summer."

Surprised by his glance, it took me a moment to gather my wits. "Uh, thanks, I didn't know until last week, if I was going to get to." I looked him in the eyes a bit too long. He smiled. I sat down and started eating.

"All unpacked now, Sacramento?" I took a big bite of meatloaf and washed it down with milk.

"Yeah, finally got everything put in its place. Johnny and I were just talking about Dan Reynolds."

"I heard you laughing. What's so funny about Dan, besides the usual?"

Marilyn grinned. Johnny laughed. She said, "We were wondering if he was straight."

"Straight? You mean, if he's…gay? Oh, fuck." 

They laughed again.

"I mean… I don't know, now that you mention it. I've never seen him with a girlfriend or anything. Have you?"

"No and I never hear him talking about any of the women here, or even looking at any of them." Johnny looked around, making sure no one could hear us.

"Can you imagine? Director Dan with some…guy…doing it?" Marilyn smiled at me and chuckled.

The image that intruded on my mind wasn't one I wanted to keep - hairy butts and Dan on all fours, sweating and panting. I shook my head to clear it. "No, and don't do that again." With a sickened expression, I looked down at my plate, concentrating on the peas.

"Do what again?" Johnny looked puzzled, his eyes flicking to Maryiln and then me.

"My cabinmate here has a vivid imagination. All you have to do is mention something and poof, a picture forms in her brain instantly whether she wants it to or not." 

"Oh, is that right?" Johnny leaned back with his hands behind his head, smiling.

"Thanks, Marilyn, thanks a lot." I felt a little pissed. After all, this was privileged information.

"It's okay, Topeka, your secret's safe. I won't tell everyone." Johnny looked apologetic.

"You'd better not tell anyone, Johnny, god damn it." I felt the color rise on my face.

Johnny sat quietly as Marilyn laughed at my baseless threat. I felt embarrassed, then I let it go, laughing with her.

"Can we change the subject? Or at least to someone else?"

"I have to go." Johnny grabbed his tray and stepped over the bench. "Thanks, you two, I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other this year." He smiled at me, his eyes flicking again to my boobs. "See you, Topeka." He walked away and turned down the center aisle. Marilyn and I both watched his gluteus maximus fight for space under his shorts.

"God, what an ass." Marilyn kept watching until she almost fell off the bench.

"Yeah. I wish you hadn't told him that."

"Oh don't worry. He's cool. He won't tell anyone."

"Maybe. I still wish you wouldn't have told him."

"Hey, I'm sorry. It was just a joke anyway." She leaned back, then leaned forward quickly as though she just remembered something.

"I did tell him something else." She had that cat-that-got-the-canary look.

I wasn't going to ask, but it just came out. "What did you tell him?"

"Well…" She smiled and stared down at the table.

I grabbed her wrist. "What…did you tell him?"

She looked at my hand on her. "I was in the bathroom this afternoon, brushing my teeth."

I released her. Oh fuck! What did she see? I tried to be casual. "Yeah? So?"

"I saw you taking a shower." She bit her lip, holding something back.

Shit, this could really, really be bad and all summer, too. "And?"

"Well, I was sitting here first, eating alone. Johnny came up and sat beside me."

"Good for you, it seems your summer plan is off to a good start." I played with my food. 

"No, no, listen. He chatted about camp for a bit and we talked about what we did over the school year."

"Yeah, so? What does this have to do with me taking a shower?"

"So, then he asked me about you." 

My head shot up, concern written on my face.

She stared at me, grinning. She leaned forward and whispered.

"He asked me if you were dating anyone. He asked me if your hair was real or bleached." Her eyes glistened as she smiled at me.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Johnny "Newport" Winston was interested in me? I didn't think he knew I existed. "And what did you tell him?"

"I told him you were great and no, you weren't dating anyone serious and…yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, you're a natural blonde. I told him I saw you in the shower that afternoon." She laughed.

I rolled my eyes, set my mouth and looked back at her. "Look, I know you and I only get to see each other during the summer, but some things are personal, you know?"

She laughed again. "Don't worry about it, Stace. By summer's end, I think Johnny will know a lot more about the color of the hair on your pussy."

"Marilyn! Jesus!" 

She held her finger to her lips and shushed me as best she could with all the chuckling she was trying to stifle. Several other people rubbernecked in our direction with the "what's so fucking funny" look on their faces. I hoped none of them asked. Marilyn would probably tell.

Later that evening, after looking over the Trading Post where I would spend my summer, I returned to the girls' counselor area, washed my face, brushed my teeth and got into bed. After my long drive, I was exhausted, not to mention, still on Kansas time. I turned out the light and lay there, thinking about what Marilyn had told me, thinking about Johnny, thinking about camp…I must have dozed because the next thing I knew I woke up. It was quiet and dark. A mosquito buzzed somewhere nearby and ten thousand crickets were singing lovesongs to each other.

I sat up on one elbow to look at the clock. Hmm, only eleven. Marilyn wasn't in bed yet. I fluffed my pillow and stared through the screen to the woods outside. The pale blue moonlight cast shadows through the branches. I could see a little bit of everything in the dark - tree trunks, pinecones, the path leading to and from camp. I took a deep breath, smelling the musty tang of all the fallen pine straw, the scent of nettles and on a little breeze, a tinge of the lake floated to me. I pictured the lake, waves bouncing in the moonlight and splashing against the rocks. Little ripples blowing across them from the north wind this time of year.

I shivered and settled down further into my blankets, snuggling into their warmth. I closed my eyes and thought about swimming - the cool flow of liquid against my body, around my shoulders and between my toes. Just as darkness was descending behind my eyelids, I heard…footsteps - footsteps slowly, gently approaching my door.

The door swung inwards. I lay still. I heard some fumbling with clothes and a couple of snaps release.

Marilyn whispered. "Stace?"

I lay quiet, I really wanted to get to sleep, not start an all night pow-wow.

"Stace? You awake?" Crickets answered for me. Marilyn leaned over me and pulled all the shutters closed on my side of the cabin. She continued around the cabin until they were all closed, then she latched the door.

A dresser drawer slid open then closed as she finished dressing, then covers pulled back on Marilyn's bed. The springs jumped loudly as she got in and fluffed her pillows. After a click, I could see light through my eyelids - faint light, but light none-the-less. Paper rustled lightly. She was reading. Jesus, would I never get back to sleep?

I don't know what started it, but Johnny sprang to my mind again. I thought of him lying in his bunk like we were, dressed in…what would he wear to sleep? Running shorts? Boxers? T-shirt…nah. Maybe naked? Mmm…that was it. Johnny would just by lying there naked under a thin little sheet. My nipples crinkled, tightening as I thought about the outline of the head of his cock through the cloth, covering it. I smiled and tightened my knees together.

What a waste. That magnificent body, that equally magnificent penis just lying there, probably no more than four hundred feet away from me. Why would he sleep with a thing like that when I could be playing with it? My panties were getting damp.

A moan. My ears clicked over to radar mode. Marilyn turned a page. I could hear her breathing. It was labored like she was running or walking fast or…

I half-lidded my eyes, just barely letting any light in. Marilyn had a flashlight in one hand and a magazine propped up against knees raised under the sheet, reading. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. Then as her eyes squeezed shut and she suppressed a pained expression on her face, I dumbly realized what was happening. Like duh, of course, where was her other hand?

Her eyes opened and she looked directly at me. I didn't move. She stared and held her breath for a moment, then her eyes turned back to the magazine. She sat the flashlight down and reached for the magazine with both hands now, turning the page. It was a porno magazine. A picture of a naked guy sitting in a chair with his hard cock in his fist, jacking off flopped open on the side of her leg. She picked up the flashlight and started 'reading' again. Her other hand disappeared back under the sheet.

I knew I shouldn't be watching, but what should I do? I certainly couldn't go to sleep while this went on. If I got up, she'd know I was awake. So, I just looked at her. I'd never seen another girl masturbate before. I thought this must be what I look like when I'm doing it - intense, riveted, lost in my fantasy. I wondered what fantasy Marilyn was having just now. Was it part of her plan - anal sex, exhibitionism, group sex, sucking Johnny or what?

She closed her eyes and sat the flashlight down. Her head lolled back, relaxing against the pillow. I could see her chest heave up and down as she breathed. Her other hand suddenly rose beneath her top and rested on her breast. She sighed deeply. The hand cupped her boob underneath and pushed up. Her nipples were hard, stiff outlines against the cotton.

I jumped as my fingers brushed across my pussy in my panties. I'd touched myself without even thinking about it. My fingertip played across my clit, sending waves of pleasurable sensation to my brain. I was very wet.

Marilyn pulled her top up over her breasts and started rolling her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. She moaned as she did and stopped suddenly. Her eyes opened about half way and she looked right at me again. I didn't move, I tried to breathe steadily, feigning sleep.

She reached down and grabbed the magazine, folded it shut and slid it between her bed and the wall.

I slowly pushed a finger into myself, inhaling a slow deep breath as I did. Once all the way in, my thumb rested against my clit. Quietly, I rubbed the side of my stiffening nubbin as I watched Marilyn get busy.

She pushed the sheet off of her and her right leg opened towards me. Now I could see what was going on. Her panties were pushed to one side and her swollen lips glistened in the light. Her dark curls were matted with her juices, and her nipples swollen with desire as she slid a hand south to her pussy. At the moment her hand touched her labia, her mouth opened in a perfect "O" like a choir singer. Only this song was one of breath shaking its way in and out of her throat. She stretched her body up to the right as her other hand reached behind her pillow and pulled out the shiny vibrator I had seen that afternoon. She watched its approach as though it was a real cock. Making its way to her mouth, she sucked it in, getting the vibe wet with saliva, giving it head.

My thumb continued its gentle rub along my clit, flicking me into delirious harmony with the lust and desire I saw now in Marilyn's face. Slowly, I opened my knees a little more to make room for my other hand. It was hot. With the shutters closed, me under the covers and masturbation for entertainment, I was starting to sweat.

Marilyn moved the vibrator down her body, then spread her legs. She held herself wide open as she teased the rounded point slowly against her clit at first, then down her lips to her vagina, and back again in a slow hypnotic fashion. Her hips rocked forward trying to take more of it as she descended to her hole again. I turned my eyes to the twin points of her breasts. They were hard, pointed at the ceiling. Her areole were swollen and puffy, mimicking the nipples. A tiny sheen of sweat glistened in the valley of her breasts. I looked at her face - her mouth open, breathing heavily, softly in and out. Then she smiled. Her eyes were riveted on my own, looking right through me.

"How do I look, Stace?"

I was caught. I opened my eyes, looking at her.

"Can you smell me?" Her breathy voice quietly tickled my ears.

I was aware of her musky smell in the air. I could smell Marilyn's pussy. "Yes, I can, but how did…how did you know that I was…"

"Watching me masturbate?" There was that cat-and-canary smile again. "You're sweating, honey. Get out from under all those blankets."

What the hell, I pushed off the blankets. Sweat was pouring off my forehead, matting my hair. My tshirt was damp. I sat up cross-legged, watching.

"Mmm…your nipples are hard. Do you like watching me?" The vibrator continued it's gentle stroke up and down her pussy. I looked down. My twin points betrayed my feelings.

I squirmed. My pussy begged to be touched. I really wasn't sure how to answer. "Yeah, I guess…I really don't…"

"Look how wet your panties are. I'll bet that isn't just sweat, now, is it?"

My eyes dropped to my panties. I could see right through them. I could see my pink labia spread out across the crotch. I blushed bright crimson and slowly looked up at her.

"I can smell you, Stace. You smell deliciously sexy." Marilyn brought the vibe back up to her mouth and got it wet again. As she did, she made little circles with her left hand on her clit.

I realized I was staring at her pussy and jerked my eyes back to her face.

"It's okay, Stace. I want you to watch me." She held up the vibrator.

"Have you ever used one of these?"

I shook my head "no."

"Too bad, they are incredible little toys. I have several at home, but this is my favorite." She put the vibe in both her hands and twisted it, a low, quiet buzzing filled the air. "Now, it's in nasty mode. Wherever it touches, it feels so nasty ." She moved the vibe to her tummy, then slowly up to her breasts. She cupped one breast and rubbed the vibe along her nipple. "Oh yeah," she breathed.

I was still sweating. The cabin was too hot with the shutters closed, but I didn't dare open one. I wiped my brow with my hand.

Marilyn teased her other breast, sliding the cylinder along it. Her hips rose and fell slowly as she did, like she was trying to catch something with them.

My panties were soaked. My clit was stiff and throbbing. Marilyn was totally absorbed in what she was doing. Slowly I inched my hand along my thigh to my crotch. I placed my hand against my mons and pushed down. Breath suddenly rushed out of my mouth and I tensed forward. My nipples drew two tingles of delight along the wet cotton of my tshirt.

"That looked cool, Stace. I like to see you get excited." She scooted down in the bed and opened her legs more, then she moved the vibrator back down to her pussy. She looked at me. "Watch me, Stace, maybe this will get you going."




Cumming Camp Counselors



Raising her hips, she positioned the tip at her vagina, then she slowly pushed the shiny plastic cylinder inside. Her lips pushed apart and her hips lurched a couple of times. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Oh, fuck, yeah, that's good." She withdrew it and pushed it in again, further this time.

My mouth suddenly dry, I licked my lips, staring at my cabinmate. 

Marilyn grabbed the vibe in her fist and started really thrusting it in rhythmically. "Oh, oh, oh, yeah. Fuck me. Oh, oh, mmmm…" Eyes wide open, she babbled on as she watched it plunge into her pussy again and again. Her other hand diddled her clit around and around, then suddenly violently up and down as she thrust harder still with the vibrator.

I leaned back against the shuttered wall and pushed my hand into my panties. I slid two fingers along my lips and cupped my breast through my damp tshirt. Quivering needles of pleasure ran up my spine and I shut my eyes for a moment.

"Yeah…Stace. You look so sexy like that. Touch your pussy for me." Marilyn was watching me now as she continued masturbating with her toy. 

I looked down at the fingers in my panties and I could see them move beneath the wet material. Fuck this, who cares? I pulled my hand out and peeled my panties off my legs. I sat back, raising my right knee and pushed two fingers into my pussy. God, that felt good. My heart pounded in my chest.

"Yeah, Stacey. Go, baby. You…look…so…uhhhh!" Marilyn stopped suddenly, jerking a couple of times, not breathing. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes screwed shut. She rocked on the bed, coming against the vibrator buried deep inside.

My fingers flew inside my pussy, thrusting in and out, rubbing my clit as I did.

A gasp then a gust of air blew out of Marilyn as she started moving again. "Yeah, Stace, do your pussy, baby. You look so good, just like a porn princess."

I looked up at Marilyn and she was pushing the vibrator slowly in and out of her as she watched me. Her pussy was wet, red and puffy as though it'd been beaten. Sweat ran down her face and breasts.

"Stacey, I can see your nipples and your areole through your shirt. Pull your shirt up. Show me those big boobies. Let me see." 

Again, I looked down and realized that my shirt was soaked through with sweat. I pulled it over my head and lay back on the bed. I spread my knees, placing my heels against my butt and placing both hands between my legs, started working towards my cum.

My fingers were lodged in my pussy again, and I'd started my favorite motion on my clit with the forefinger of my left hand. I flicked the tip of my finger, just beneath the nail underneath my clit and upwards, just like a tiny tongue licking me. Jolts of pleasure washed up my body into my shoulders, into my neck.

"Your breasts are beautiful and so full. I love their shape. I wish mine were as big as yours."

My eyes were half-open looking over at Marilyn who was still working the vibrator. Her breasts had always been smaller than mine. She had one of those bodies, no boobs to speak of, but a perfectly rounded butt. I'd never really given it much thought before now.

"Your nipples are very sexy, Marilyn. I like the way your areole puff up around them." Her little boobs bounced as she started thrusting the vibrator again. She was working for a second one.

I needed to cum bad. The pressure building up in my hips was great. I closed my eyes and thrust my hips at my fingers, really concentrating on getting off. I started to pant through my mouth.

Marilyn kept whispering little words of encouragement to me as I masturbated. Urging me along. "C'mon Stace. Let's see you do it, baby. Get off. Make that pussy cum. You look so sexy, so good."

I could feel my body tightening, my boobs swelling, the pressure building. I pushed my head back against the mattress hard. Ooo, a little zing of sensation flew up my chest and into my brain. I could feel a tingling starting between my shoulder blades. I smiled, licked my lips and plunged my fingers home.

Marilyn started panting. "Stace, I'm gonna cum again. Oh fuck. Come with me." I heard her springs squeak and squawk, complaining about the movement on the bed above them, but I didn't care. I was cumming. A quiet tingle spread through my abdomen, then suddenly a bolt of lightening shot through my nipples and into my pussy. My breath came in hyperventilating little gasps. Nerves jangled along my arms amid the goosebumps. I folded up on the wet sheets into a fetal position - panting, cumming, panting, cumming - convulsing one more time, until it was all gone. I was spent. I relaxed into a jumble of legs and arms, breathing hard. My hair lay across my face, matted wet from sweat. My thighs ran wet, glistening with my juices.

Gulping for air like some beached fish, I pushed my hair out of the way and looked at Marilyn. She lay back naked against her pillows. The vibe was no where in sight. Her hands were held above her head like some wasted prizefighter. Her eyes opened as she turned towards me.

"Was it good for you?" She lay her head back and chuckled, then breathed deeply again and sighed it out.

I grinned, too weak to get up. I thought about how easily she had let a secret of mine spill out earlier to Johnny.

"Marilyn?" 

"Mmm-hm?" She didn't move.

"We…we're gonna keep this secret, right?" As much as they wanted to close, I kept my eyes open, looking at her.

"Not to worry, darling Stace. This is the first of many secrets I plan on keeping this summer." She pulled the sheet up, covering her breasts. "Can't be letting everybody in on a good thing." She smiled, clicked off the flashlight and rolled away from me.

Smiling and content, I pulled the sheet over me, pushed the pillow under my head and fell asleep immediately.

We were up early the next morning, the first day of fix-it week. Before the campers showed up, we had to get a huge list of stuff repaired around the camp - doors painted, sidewalks poured, brush cleared, sanding, hammering - basically your general sweaty, dirty hard labor.

And naturally, the weather didn't cooperate. The sun was out early and by mid-day, it was a scorcher. Wearing more oily sunscreen than usual, I became a dirt and dust magnet. By lunch, it looked like someone had dropped me into a sewer and then used me to sponge off the high desert. I had dirt everywhere and I mean, everywhere.

As my back and legs started to give out towards the end of the day, all I could think about was how good a swim would feel. A nice plunge into cool summer water, releasing all the sweat, grime, grit and slime from the day's labors. Wow, that sounded so tempting.

But as luck would have it, the lake and pool were still off-limits until the end of the week - one of Director Dan's fucked-up rules. 

I finished smoothing the last of the cement on the sidewalk in front of the mess hall at six o'clock. Dan called it quits for the day and everyone just collapsed for a while where they were. I sat at one of the tables inside with my head down on my arms. I was playing out a fantasy in my mind of me in the shower with a bar of soap when Marilyn whispered in my ear.

"What's playing in the mind of yours now, Stace?"

I looked under my armpit and saw a dirty tank top staring back at me. I mumbled into my arms. "I'm fantasizing about getting all of this dirt off of me in the shower, but I'm too tired to get up just now."

Marilyn chuckled. "How about a swim instead?"

"That'd be great, but the lakefront and pool are closed 'til Friday."

"Not if you have the key." I raised one eyebrow as two fingers pushed a brass key under my arms. 

I raised my head. "Dan'll kill us."

"Dan doesn't have to know." She grinned and rocked happily side-to-side.

I was getting into the spirit of this now. "When?"

She looked around the room. Everyone else was just beginning to stand and stretch. "After dark. Meet me at the watchtower. Everyone else should be at the campfire. I have a few things to check first. If there's a problem, I'll let you know then. Okay?"

I raised my hand, forefinger and thumb in a circle. "Okay."

The watchtower was used by the canoeing class. On top, the counselors had a view of the lake's inlet and could keep an eye on all of the campers as they practiced their feathering and paddle technique. Inside the tower, all of the equipment was kept locked up. The canoes were kept in a separate shed nearer the shore, next to the docks. I looked down there and saw the big "Off Limits" sign posted by Director Dan.

I checked my sidepack - flashlight, swimsuit, sandals, tshirt, shorts. I was ready, but where was Marilyn?

The moon was out low over the horizon, just clearing the treetops while I watched. I was still dirty and beginning to get a little impatient. It'd been dark for about an hour and I'd been waiting for at least half that time.

"Hey, Topeka!" Marilyn darted out from behind the tower.

I just about jumped out of my skin. "Don't fuckin' do that," I whispered and pushed her.

"Do what?" Marilyn sidled up next to me, smiling the canary smile.

"You scared me." 

She shrugged.

I looked at her. "Well?"

"I got the key. Campfire starts in ten minutes. Everything is set. I think we got a good hour, hour-and-a-half, maybe longer."

I gestured at the trail. "Then lead on, Captain. Time's a wastin'"

I followed Marilyn along a dirt path into the trees. During the winter months the underbrush had grown head-high. With the moon still low, I could barely see my feet. Reaching in my bag, I clicked on my flashlight.

"What're you doing? Turn that off." Marilyn walked back to me. "Sorry, but that thing can be seen from a long way. Just follow me closely, okay?" She started back down the path as I put the light away. I almost missed her taking a right onto another trail, leading deeper into the woods.

"Do you know where you're going?"

"Yes, of course. Been there a thousand times - two more minutes."

We trudged through the dense forest until suddenly, the treeline cleared and the wire fence surrounding the pool came into view. We climbed a short rise to the foundation surrounding it. The fence was high, higher than I remembered with razor wire at the top.

"How do we get over?" 

Marilyn fished out the key. I'd forgotten. She led me around the perimeter until we came to the locker room door on the far side complete with another "Off Limits" sign. She put the key in and opened it.

Inside it was quiet. I'd only ever been here when the place was crowded with screaming campers. Now, it was almost eerie. I half-expected someone to come around the corner.

We stepped through the room covered in green indoor-carpeting, past the benches, showers and lockers and walked straight out onto the pebble-textured surface surrounding the pool. The blue and white floaters lining the deep end bobbed in the aqua waves as I admired how clean and wonderful it looked.

In the night air, I heard what would be the first of many camp songs start. "We're cool then. The campfire's started." I smiled at Marilyn.

She started pulling at her clothes. "C'mon, what are you waiting for? Get out of these damn, dirty clothes."

I walked back into the locker room, took off my sidepack and got out my swimsuit. I sat down and pulled off my workboots. Dirt fell out onto the floor as I brushed my foot off.

Marilyn came in the door naked. "What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed."

She slapped her forehead and held her hands out, exasperated. "Are you serious? You're still dirty. Just go skinny-dipping." 

I looked outside past her at all the open fenceline. "What if someone comes?"

"Hell-o, Earth to Topeka. We're here secretly, remember? No one is coming." She walked outside. I took a look at my suit and stuffed it back into the pack. My other boot fell to the floor and I stepped back outside.

I unhitched my overalls, yanked off my socks and peeled my dirty tank top over my shoulders. 

I just caught sight of Marilyn's butt as she dove in, splashing me.

The water felt cold, but good. Her head broke the surface halfway across the pool. "You'll get yours, Sacramento!" Unhooking my bra and stripping off my panties, I dove in.

"Ah. There's nothing as good as that first plunge into cool water after you've been so hot and dirty. I felt the water rush along my body, the bubbles drift along my belly and legs, tickling as they went. My hair flowed back off my face like a mermaid's. I stretched the moment until I had to surface. 

I was shoulder deep. Inhaling deeply, I shook my hair back and looked around. Marilyn climbed out of the pool on the opposite side and drippily made her way to the diving board. Her little lithe body looked perfect silhouetted against the night sky - all tight curves and that distinctive glistening matte of dark hair at the juncture of her legs. She walked to the end, posed for a dive, bounced the board gently and with a great spring in her legs, she arched through the air and broke the water clean.

Her dark shadow rippled beneath the surface until it was right next to me. She came up, laughing.

"You're good. Did you take diving or something in school?"

"Yeah, girls swim team for two years. Go ahead, give it a try."

I swam to the side and pulled myself out with the ladder. One ear still clogged with water; I tilted my head to the side and shook. The diving board was a simple three-meter one with an adjustable wheel governing the spring. I'd used one once before at my uncle's country club, but I really didn't know diddly about real diving. I walked out to the end of the board and posed.

"You look great. Go ahead!" Marilyn was a black dot in the center of the pool.

I flexed my legs and pushed off. For a brief moment, I could feel the night air glide around me with a little breeze as I fell towards the water, then whoosh! The cool water enveloped me once again. Thousands of little blue bubbles danced all around me, heading for the surface. The bottom came up and I pushed off with my feet. I broke the surface, treading water and shook the water off my face. Where was Marilyn?

"Get out of the way."

I spun around; she was already on the board ready for another dive. I swam to the side and hauled my ass out again as she did an even better dive than her last. I climbed back on the board, walked to the end again and looked down to set my toes over the end of it. I raised my arms, pointed my fingers and pushed off into the air again. Whoosh! Thousands of bubbles danced.

This time I glided straight out from the board rather than down, reveling in the feel of the water as my body knifed through it. It felt like flying. It felt clean. It felt…BAM! I ran into something soft.

I opened my eyes underwater and saw legs and feet…Marilyn.

I stood up in the waist deep shallow end, brushing water from my face and eyes. "What're you still doing in the pool? I thought…" I opened my eyes. Johnny Winston smiled back at me.

"Didn't Marilyn tell you? She invited me to…" His eyes traveled down my body.

Oh, shit! I was naked! I looked down, saw my dripping breasts and instantly sank into the water. I covered myself as best I could as I tried to knee-walk backwards towards the deep end, splashing everywhere like a drowning dog.

"Topeka, what's the matter with you? Come back here." Marilyn was somewhere, shouting.

I reached the blue and white floaters and hid behind them.

Marilyn stood next to Johnny in the shallow end. They were both naked.

"What the hell is going on?" Trying to cover my boobs and hold onto the blue and white floaters was proving a bit too much. I swallowed water as I yelled at them and started coughing.

"Are you okay?" Johnny stepped forward just enough so that I could see just why he was such a popular guy. Not only did he have sculpted pecs and a three-line six-pack to boot, but his plumbing was already a little swollen and it looked huge.

"Fine, I'm fine. Just tell me what's going on. Okay?"

Marilyn came up behind Johnny and put her arms around his waist. "Sorry to surprise you, Stace, but I thought you wouldn't mind having Newport here with us. After all, as you can see…he comes well-equipped." She reached around and grabbed his cock in her hand, holding it up.

"Hey, Marilyn, come on. Why didn't you tell her?" Johnny jumped away from her grasping hand and waited for an answer.

"I don't know. I just think it was that big of a deal. Come on back, Topeka. Johnny doesn't bite."

Johnny smiled in my direction and waved. I didn't understand what was happening, so I couldn't let down my guard yet. 

"What didn't you tell me, Marilyn? Let's start with that." 

Marilyn put her hands on her hips, looked up and growled at the moon. Johnny dove in the water and started swimming in my direction.

"No! No, that's okay. Just…Johnny? Stay away. Stay over there." He surfaced six feet away, calmly treading water and watching me. I almost drowned, trying to cover myself.

"Settle down, Topeka. It's okay. I can't see anything under the water. You're fine. Just hold onto the rope."

I did as he said, leaving just my head from the nose up above the water. I looked at the two blue eyes framed by that perfect nose and the black line of eyebrow above each. A little smile played at the corner of his mouth - a little smile that wasn't quite sure of itself.

"You know Marilyn. She's just playing with us. I'm really sorry about this, but…" 

I think he blushed. He started to speak, but lowered his eyes and took a deep breath instead.

"…but she said you guys were talking yesterday and that, well…she told me that you thought I was…hot."

That was the understatement of the century. I didn't think he was hot, I thought he was molten. He was the only guy I'd ever met who made my knees weak. I raised up just enough to speak.

"I see. She told you a secret of mine again."

"Then, is it true? Do you like me?"

"Well…I don't really know you, Johnny, but I do like what I see."

A big smile swept across his lips. He got that "aw shucks" look that little boys get when complimented and looked down. Then his eyes met mine. "Can you come out and play then, now? Like she said, I won't bite. I promise."

I looked at him and thought about it for a moment. What was I waiting for? Here was the guy of my dreams offering himself to me. "You swim back first, okay?"

He threw one massive arm over his shoulder and started swimming back towards Marilyn, who was sitting on the side of the pool. I sucked up my courage and let go of the rope. I swam underwater to the shallow end, then stood up, still covering my boobs.

"Sorry, Stace, I thought you wouldn't mind." Marilyn hopped off the side and walked towards me.

"It's not that I mind, I'm just surprised. That's all."

She kissed me on the cheek and put an arm around me. Johnny splashed some water. I looked over as he climbed out of the water and sat on the edge. Jesus, he looked awesome.

"I talked to Johnny yesterday in the mess hall about going for a swim. At first, there was nothing I could say to him that would make him give me the key and risk his job. I offered everything I could think of, money, a blowjob, me, but when I mentioned that you would be here, he said yes."

"Well, the blowjob sounded nice." Johnny was trying to be funny. Marilyn laughed.

I looked at Marilyn as she eyed him. Her eyes traveled up and down his body.

"Marilyn." She turned towards me as I watched her. "You should have told me."

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"But I understand. After all, a girl has to keep her goals in sight, doesn't she?" I grinned.

She looked puzzled, but sort of grimaced into a half-smile. I looked back at Johnny who was patiently kicking up waves with his feet.

"Johnny, would you mind if Marilyn sucked your cock?"

His head rose as his mouth fell open. I think he short-circuited for a minute. 




Cumming Camp Counselors



"What!? Uh…no, no, I guess not. Uh, sure!"

Marilyn had a very similar expression on her face. 

"Well, roomie, what're you waiting for? Suck his dick. I wanna see that." I pushed her towards Johnny.

Looking back at me with a surprised expression and nodding her head for confirmation, I blinked slowly at her and nodded along with her. She turned towards Johnny and walked slowly between his knees. She looked so tiny in front of him, almost like a little water nymph.

I went to the side of the pool and leaned against it to watch.

Marilyn smiled up at Johnny. He smiled back and looked at me, then back to her as she grasped his rising erection with both hands. She looked down at the fat little beast, encircling one hand around the shaft and the other cupped his balls. Johnny moaned as she started jacking his cock up and down steadily.

"God, Johnny. I had no idea you were this thick. It's a beautiful penis." Marilyn was enraptured with the meat in her hands.

"Th-thanks, Marilyn. You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself."

She smiled up at him. "That's one of the nice things about little women like me. 'Makes everything seem bigger." 

I chuckled. Johnny smiled and looked up at me.

I took a couple of steps closer down the side of the pool, watching the two of them. Johnny leaned in and kissed Marilyn on the top of her head gently. She smiled quickly up at him, then licking her lips, descended.

"I think this could use a little lubrication. What do you think, Stace?" Marilyn glanced at me.

She was in her glory. She loved performing for someone. She loved being watched. I nodded my ascent and Marilyn kissed the tip of Johnny's cock. Her tongue snaked out and licked all around the mushroom-shaped head. She continued massaging his balls. Johnny leaned back on his elbows, driving his hips forward and offering me a great view. Marilyn turned her eyes up to Johnny.

"Here we go, baby. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. You ready?"

Johnny nodded. I shivered.

She looked back down at Johnny's swollen cock and opened her mouth. The fat end of it passed her lips, squeezing past them and deep into the depths of the cavity there. She closed her eyes as she closed her lips around Johnny's shaft and her cheeks caved-in around it as she sucked hard and moaned deeply.

Johnny threw his head back and blew out a stream of pressurized air like wind escaping from a tire. Marilyn smiled as best as she could with her mouth full of cock and started bobbing slowly up and down Johnny's penis, leaving shiny skin when she pulled out and pressing her full lips inward when she plunged down.

The way Johnny was reacting to her ministrations was beginning to have an effect on me. Johnny was moaning almost every time she went down on his cock. His hips were beginning to rise and fall, which made his perfect ass tighten against the side of the pool. And from what I could see, his rising chest and tightening arms gripping the pool's edge looked absolutely scrumptious.

The feelings that his body was eliciting in me started out as a tingling deep inside my pussy. My hands were still over my boobs, although now they were caressing, rather than hiding. I pinched my nipples and a shot of sweet pain bolted to my nether regions. Marilyn jacked Johnny's cock in time to her sucking now, acting just like a tight little pussy for him.

I reached back and pushed myself up on the side of the pool. I was just four feet from a very excited Johnny, leaning back with his eyes screwed shut. I brought one foot up on the side, opening my pussy and started buzzing my clit with my thumb. Oh, that felt great and what a perfect show for it. I realized that what I was witnessing mirrored the fantasy I'd had the day before in my shower. My breath sucked in at the initial contact with my clit and little tingles of sensation like glitter thrown in water started circling my crotch. I pushed a finger into myself, just a little, searching for my sensitive spot. Finding it, I rubbed for a second and then couldn't stand it any more, so I moved back to my clit.

Thrusting his hips, Johnny sat up suddenly, grabbing Marilyn. "Stop, stop, I don't want to cum yet. Wait." Her mouth slid off his cock with a pop. He pushed off the side and into the pool. It was only about knee deep where we were. He lifted little Marilyn up on the side and put a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back.

"Your turn, Sacramento. Turnabout is fairplay." With that, he pushed her knees apart, bent forward and kissed her pussy. He kissed her deep and hard, pressing first his lips and then his tongue deep into her. Marilyn moaned loudly, then put a hand over her mouth as Johnny licked her to seventh heaven.

I had a flush running up and down my chest that made me look like a burn victim. My mouth was open and I was breathing hard. I was back on one elbow, right knee up and left leg stretch to the side, rubbing my clit and alternately fingering my pussy. I was well-lubed and ready for a big one.

Marilyn moaned around her hand again. I looked up and saw Johnny push her forward, bringing up both her knees and pressing her open as his tongue danced up and down her pussy. Her head pushed against my thigh and she wrapped one hand around my leg as she kept her mouth covered with the other. I had a perfect view of what Johnny was doing to her pussy. He held her lips open with his thumbs and he drew his tongue along her lips, alternating between one side and then the other. Then, he would move down between her legs and plunge his tongue deep inside her. Continually moaning, Marilyn's back arched, pressing her head hard against my leg. Her nipples were little steely points shooting at the moon and her areole were puffed high around them.

It was almost as though Johnny were licking me. I had a great view. Marilyn's legs below me, spread open. His tongue licking, darting in and out of her pussy. Marilyn's hips rocking, thrusting against his face. My fingers working in time with his tongue. Every time she jerked, her head pressed back against my leg.

He rose back up and circled her clit with his tongue. He opened his eyes and looked at me. My right hand was a blur over the top of my pussy, rubbing my lips and circling my clit right along with his tongue.

But just then, something nudged forward into my well-lubed pussy. Startled, I looked down and saw Marilyn smiling up at me. She had pressed two of her fingers into my channel and started rubbing the tips of them on my G-spot. I wanted to object, but the energy that shot up between my lips was too good. I started moaning and couldn't stop. She was playing my pussy like a violin. I closed my eyes and got swallowed in the sensation - my fingers circling my clit and her fingers rubbing me, oh so right.

"Oh Marilyn. Oh, that's so good. Oh fuck." I babbled incoherently between moans as I climbed towards my cum. I could feel it building deep inside me. A bubble trying to burst, but having no place to go, it just got bigger and bigger.

Something pushed my hand out of the way and suddenly liquid heat covered my clit and started rubbing it. I opened my eyes in surprise to see Marilyn's mouth covering my pussy. I called to God in the night sky and grabbed her head. Her little arm busily plunged two fingers in and out of me. My hips were thrusting forward at a furious pace, bumping her nose, her cheeks, spreading my juices all over her face.

I groaned loudly and collapsed back against the ground, giving into the exquisite feeling between my legs. I clutched at my breasts as Marilyn worked me over. I climbed higher and higher. I could feel my pulse racing. My heart pounded against my ribs. I was panting like a track runner and still the sensation built.

I felt some movement over my left side and I half-lidded my eyes to see what was happening, not that I cared. Marilyn's right leg draped itself over my head and her crotch lowered to my breasts. Her puffy, pink pussy was right in front of me, wide open and dripping with her oily juices. Marilyn's mouth resumed its attack on my clit and I groaned, arching into her body. Marilyn's pussy drew closer, rocking back until it was against my lips. I kissed it. Salty, wet. I kissed it again and licked it. I was numb to any issue, but getting off. I opened my mouth and drew her hips to me, sucking her pussy into my mouth. I was delirious. I was crazy. I was in Heaven.

Somewhere far off, I heard Marilyn scream and her hips bucked against my face for a minute. Then the inviting warmth that was one with my mouth moved away and I felt the coolness of the night air on my wet face. I didn't know what was happening. I opened my eyes and met Johnny's. He was standing between my legs, jacking off that magnificent cock. He looked at me with a passionate hunger. His eyes traveled from my face to my breasts to my pussy and back again, taking in the sight as the muscles in his arm flexed, stroking a beautiful cock. A craving washed over me.

I sat up. Marilyn sat off to the side, one hand on her pussy and one on her breast, watching us. 

I leaned forward, put my hands on his broad shoulders and kissed Johnny. I reached down and stopped his hand. "Don't Johnny. Stop."

He looked at me with a burning desire.

"Don't waste it. Come here." I pulled at him, pulling him down on me. "Take me, Johnny. Fuck me, please."

"Really, Topek...Stacey. Are you sure?" He was being a gentleman at a moment like this. What a guy.

"Yes, Johnny. I want this. Right now."

I lay back and brought my legs up around his waist. He leaned forward, putting a hand on either side of me. That sculpted chest leaned over me. I ran my hands down it, feeling his muscles - feeling his heat. Marilyn sat up and whispered something in his ear.

Surprised, Johnny looked at her quickly, then back to me. "Really? No kidding?"

Marilyn settled back with a smile on her face. "No kidding, Johnny. You be gentle with our Topeka."

He looked at me with his eyebrows up, questioning. I nodded. 

"Oh my God, and you don't mind me being the first?"

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather have. Please fuck me, Johnny."

His face relaxed into a handsome smile, showing his gleaming white teeth. He leaned down and kissed me, then kissed me again deeply. I could feel his stiff cock bump the back of my thighs a couple of times. I reached down and guided it to my opening. It bumped my clit and I lost my breath.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it feels great." I positioned him at my pussy, then grabbed his hips and pulled. I could feel the head of his penis push into me, wedging me open slowly and so deliciously. I groaned. The pressure of my insides getting pushed around was too, too wonderful. I let my breath out slowly as I threw my head back and then side-to-side.

Johnny backed his hips out a little, then pushed forward again. This was perfect. I could feel him slip deeper inside of me, deeper than I'd ever been with my fingers. The sensation was building, the pressure turning to heat. I looked down at where we were now joined.

His cock was lodged in my pussy. My pink lips stretched around it. I wanted it all. I wanted the whole thing. The time had passed for gentleness. I roughly pulled his hips down with my hands and he sank all the way into me.

He bumped against my cervix and I moaned. Out-of-control, I started humping against him, sliding his cock in and out of me. Oh, the feeling was exquisite. The tension just too much. I wanted it. I loved it. "C'mon, Johnny. Fuck me. Really fuck me now. I want it."

Balanced on his arms, he started slamming my pussy like there was no tomorrow. Nothing could have been more wonderful. I bucked hard against him, letting the sensation drive us both wild. I pushed my hips forward as hard as I could to receive his cock again and again. I let go of his hips and grabbed my breasts to hold them still. I pinched and pushed at my nipples, which shot more shards of sensation straight to my pussy. I could feel a light wind blow by making my ass and legs cool from all the wetness covering them. Weakly, I put my hands on his chest.

"Fuck me, Johnny. Ooo, it feels so good. Make me cum and cum and cum. Oh God."

I closed my eyes and threw my head back and screamed as his pounding continued. Then suddenly, I seized up. My thighs gripped Johnny as tightly as I could. I pushed down against his stiff penis and clutched his shoulders with my hands. His thick cock slid in and out of me deliciously a few more times as I came, then I let go, flopping against the ground - the world spinning in front of me. Little tingles of blue light played at the corners of my eyes. Then I felt Johnny cum as he yelled. I could feel the tight friction of his cock get warmer, looser as he thrust deep inside me coating my pussy with his cum. He drove deep and held himself there. He managed to saw his cock in and out a couple of more times, then collapsed on me, kissing the side of my face - my lips. I felt as weak as a kitten, but I felt great. I felt loved. I kissed him back a couple of times, but I still didn't have my breath. That...was intense.

I turned my head to the side and there was Marilyn masturbating, watching us. Two fingers stuck inside her pussy and one hand on her nipples pulling and twisting and pinching. She rocked forward and groaned into the pavement as she came with a roar. Panting and thrusting her hips down, she slowed, then panted for a bit more. Little drops of moisture appeared on her brow. While still rocking on her hands, she eventually caught her breath, then looked up at the two of us.

"Was it…good for you?" She grinned and lowered her face back to the ground.

I smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Face laying across my boobs, Johnny raised his hand, forefinger connected to the thumb - a classic "A-OK."

Marilyn chuckled. "Not bad for your first time, Stace?"

"Oh my God, if I'd know it was this good, I would have done this years ago."

Johnny looked up at me. "You were awesome." Then, he kissed me and collapsed again.

Marilyn snickered at the sleepy Johnny. "I guess I have to make new plans now." 

I looked at her, puzzled.

"Exhibitionism, group sex and sucking Johnny - I got them all in one day." She chuckled. "But I guess...I still have anal left on my list."

A mumble rose from between my breasts. "If you don't mind, I'd like to save that for the next round." Johnny must have been really tired. He started breathing steady and deep. Was he asleep already?

Marilyn held up her hands, looked at Johnny and shrugged.

I whispered. "You did add one thing to your list - an added bonus - some girl-girl lovin'." I grinned back at her. "And don't you lie to me. You've done that before."

"Well...maybe a little and a long time ago. Certainly, I've read a lot more about it since then, but that was the one thing on my list of goals that I hadn't told you about yet. I was waiting for the right opportunity to tell you about it. I wasn't sure how you'd take it."

"Well, you certainly orchestrated the right opportunity. And I "took it" very well, Marilyn. You were great."

"You weren't so bad yourself, Topeka." She chuckled and curled up on the ground, face down.

She and I lay there quietly for a while, her on her face, me beneath Johnny. He was zonked. He fell asleep for a while and we got changed. 

It was late, really late. Lights-out had happened about an hour ago and we were late. Marilyn and I got cleaned up, gathered our stuff, bid an exhausted Johnny adieu and quietly, stealthily snuck back to the counselor camp. I was a little stiff in my hips, but I didn't care, it was a good stiff.

Marilyn started chuckling as we headed down the hill away from the pool.

"What?"

"Oh nothing..."

"Tell me."

She had that cat-canary smile again. "You in the shower."

I shot her a glance. "So, you saw me."

"Mmm...hmmm...I did. After you and I got so horny talking about Newport, you had to...well, yeah, I saw you."

My mouth dropped open. "You didn't tell..."

"No, I didn't tell Johnny. Besides, after I watched you getting off, I got so horny later on that I needed some relief, and well, you know the rest."

Mentally, I rolled my eyes. "Horn dog."

She giggled, proud of the title.

On the way back, we didn't say much more and had to keep it quiet anyway. Besides, there was the rest of the summer to talk about what had happened.

As Marilyn opened the cabin door and we stepped inside, the light switched on. Dan was sitting on my bunk. Busted.

"Hi Topeka…Sacramento. Where've you two night birds been?" He smiled brightly.

We looked at each other mouths agape, then back at him.

"Nothing? No quick explanation? No joke to ease the tension?"

Marilyn said nothing. I was blank.

"I tell you what." He got up and walked to the door.

"It's late. Why don't you come to my office in the morning and you can tell me all about where you've been since campfire. Agreed?"

Still in shock, we looked at each other and slowly nodded our heads.

"See you in the morning, then. I can't wait to hear this one. Sleep tight, girls."

The screen door slammed and Dan whistled his way into the night. It was going to be a long, long summer.



Cumming Clean



Although I was still attending University, I remained living at home with my mother and younger sister. Stacy was attending the same school now as well, though a freshman, whereas I would be a Senior the following term. Some perhaps might think it odd that I had remained living at home as opposed to finding my own place. But I had done so with good reason. For starters, the University was less than a mile away from where we lived. Hence, I didn't need to drive there, very often walking, or occasionally riding a bike. Needless to say, Stacy did as well, much for the same reasons, though in her case, she hadn't been able to afford to buy a car just yet. Sure, she could have gotten a reasonably good car, like mine...but she was a bit more stubborn in her mind-set. She wanted new. Then again, that was Stacy. She had always been strong willed and once deciding on something it was rare that she ever changed her mind.

The other reason I remained living at home was to help out. Dad had passed away several years ago due to illness. Mom had had a rough go of it ever since, working hard herself, and very often traveling out of town for two or three days at a time. It was for that reason more than me saving money by living at home that I did so. I was in a sense you might say, the man of the house. As such, I took care of the yard and whatever household repairs might be needed. Stacy did her part as well, very often doing most of the laundry and cleaning, though helping out taking turns with dinner, most usually whenever mom was away. It was usually fast food or pizza night whenever it was Stacy's turn to do dinner. But that was fine too. Another rule was, if you cooked, the other one did the dishes.

Living at home had another advantage for me as well. I had literally over time, turned the basement into more of an apartment than a bedroom. I had a large bedroom that I had actually framed in myself, though it wasn't, as yet quite finished. I still had some dry walling to do, but until I could afford to finish it, partially completed would have to be good enough for now. I had finished an adjacent bathroom, and even a small sitting room (which used to be a makeshift game room of sorts) complete with a small refrigerator where I kept my own well-stocked supply of beverages and snacks. For the most part, I had complete and total privacy, save for the one room we all shared. Which of course was, the laundry room.

Stacy and mom had their rooms upstairs adjacent to one another, with a shared bathroom that could be entered from either room. As such, that became known as the "Girls" room only, and mine of course being downstairs. Which once again was fine with me. I didn't have to deal with a bunch of bras and panties hanging around as I occasionally saw whenever walking by with some reason to speak to either mom or my sister. Which thankfully wasn't very often.

Now don't get me wrong either. I truly did love my sister. However, it had been one of those "I'm gonna get you back," kind of relationships we'd had growing up together. I lost track of the number of times that mom and dad, had had to intervene before things truly got out of hand between us. And there was one another thing as well. Stacy's best friend Angela, sort of had a thing for me. Whenever Stacy had her friends over, and if Angela was there, she always found some reason to engage me in conversation, or attempt flirtation with me until Stacy could finally manage to drag her away. Not that I minded so much, Angela was cute, really cute. But I already had a somewhat steady girlfriend I'd been seeing, though as I had also learned, that was apt to be changing soon either way. Debra, my girlfriend had informed me of her intent to finish out her senior courses at an entirely different University, half way across the country. I knew that the likelihood of maintaining a long distance relationship wasn't good...but at the moment anyway, we were still having a good time with one another.

As I mentioned before. Stacy and I had one of those A-typical brother/sister relationships where we were always getting in one another's hair...usually on purpose. We'd often tried to embarrass one another whenever we could, though I daresay I was behind on points on that one. Stacy had actually once walked in on me (in the bathroom we no longer shared) as I'd stupidly forgotten to lock the door on mom's side. Unbeknownst to me, Stacy had gone into mom's room for one thing or another, and had then entered the bathroom without realizing I was in there. There I was, cock in hand, a pornographic magazine in the other when the door suddenly flew open. Rather than being shocked at seeing me, or me her for that matter, she actually just stood there in the doorway, even leaning against it.

"You gonna be at it much longer? I need to pee."

I used the book to partially cover myself with, though she'd already seen enough long before I had done that.

"Pee in the shower," I responded back glibly, hoping she'd just give up and go away. She actually looked over at the tub/shower as though considering it. 

"No...I'll wait," she grinned back, continuing to stand there as though expecting me to continue jerking off with her watching.

"Then wait in your own room," I said somewhat sternly. Obviously, she had me at a disadvantage here, as I tried to reassert some measure of control.

"Why? Looked to me like you were almost there. Will it really take that long?"

"It will as long as you're standing there," I responded back now placing the magazine over my still hard prick, letting it form a make-shift tent of sorts, all the while taking my hands away. The one thing I had learned about Stacy long ago, the only way to win with her, or best her...was to wait her out. Seeing that I wasn't about to do anything but sit there with a porn magazine resting on my cock, she finally turned, pulling the door behind her, though speaking to me even as she did.

"Make sure you double flush," she half spat. "I don't want to see any of your cum curdles floating around in the toilet!"

Needless to say, she wouldn't have to worry about that. I soon after slipped back into my shorts and headed downstairs, passing her bedroom along the way. She was sitting on the edge of her bed waiting for me. And damn her...she was sitting there wearing only her panties when I did. She did have her arms crossing her bare breasts however, so it wasn't like I could really see anything. But...she was making a point when doing that. Once again, one of her sisterly little teases, though nothing ever had, or ever would come from that.

I guess I really should describe my own sister for you, so that you can understand why being around her was very often so tough. Sister or not, she truly was a knockout, and she knew it. I think her only real drawback was her height. She was truly short. But as such, in High School, it had worked to her advantage as a cheerleader. She was only five foot two or three, if that. Stacy had long blonde hair that fell well past her ass. And though she wasn't blue-eyed (more hazel) she still had striking eyes anyway. Proportionally well built, she didn't have what one might consider enormous boobs, though for her frame, they certainly looked like it. A tight little cheerleaders ass, shapely legs...and well, you get the picture. I think she had gone through more boyfriends than I could count on both hands ever since she'd been allowed to start dating in High School, which very often made me wonder..."when had sis lost her virginity anyway?"

Obviously by now I knew that she had, just not with whom, or when. I'd overheard more than one conversation she'd had with her friends. One other advantage I'd never told anyone about. The heating vent in my bedroom ceiling, had a direct link to the one in Stacy's room. If things were just right, and quiet enough...and if I was feeling in a bit of a pervert kind of spying mood, I could stand on a small stepstool and listen in on them.

I had tried not to do it too often. But whenever she had her friends over, especially Angela...I very often couldn't help myself. I might not be willing to admit it, having a girlfriend and all, but had it not been for that...I might have been tempted to actually try and date her. Though I also knew in doing so, I'd somehow, in some way, come to regret it.

Things really came to a head one day when mom was scheduled to be out of town over a long three-day weekend. Stacy had already been given permission to have her friends over for a so-called "pajama party", much to my chagrin. Not that I wouldn't mind seeing a bunch of hot-body girls running around in skimpy pajamas (if that), but I'd already been warned, told...to stay out of the way and not bug them. Once by Stacy, and twice by mom.

Having my own entrance, and exit into the downstairs area I now called "My apartment", I really had no reason to disturb, or bother them either. As such, I had made plans to spend the evening with Debra anyway, and thus not only stay out of the way, but likewise, stay away from any temptations either.

Debra lived about thirty minutes away, and I was half way there when the phone rang. I quickly pulled over in order to answer her call seeing by the ID who it was.

"Oh Steven! I'm so sorry baby, but they've called me into work to cover a shift tonight. One of the girls called in sick, and Stan can't find anyone else to replace her on such short notice. He's even offered to pay me double, if I'm willing to come in tonight."

I knew there was no point in trying to change her mind, or even in showing my obvious disappointment. Debra, like everyone else, had to scrape together whatever money she could to supplement the partial scholarship she was on. Double pay was just way too much money to turn down.

"I understand," I said trying to sound just that. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sorry honey...I work tomorrow too. Maybe sometime next week?" And with that, we said our good-byes as I turned the car around, heading for home.

Little did I know what awaited me when I did.

**

One more annoyance. There were two cars parked in the driveway, and another out front. Meaning that I had to park almost two houses away myself. I walked up the drive and then down the short flight of steps into my room entering through the old basement doorway, which only I now had a key to. Already I could hear the sound of music, and laughter coming from upstairs in the front-room kitchen area. It was going to be a long, long night ahead. I was already feeling a little pissy as it was with my own plans for the evening being cancelled and all. Giving thought perhaps to turning on my own music, just loud enough to be in competition with Stacy's until realizing that, that was apt to have the neighbor's calling to complain. Something that mom wouldn't have been too happy in hearing about...so I tossed that idea. The next one seemed more appealing however, especially as I said...I was feeling a bit put out, and needed something to compensate for it. I figured perhaps catching a glimpse of my sister's friends wearing "whatever" might save the evening for me after all.

Turning out all the lights downstairs, I stealthily made my way upstairs towards the kitchen area. Mom had taught Stacy and I both long ago, to turn out the lights in whatever room we'd been in, once leaving it. It had been a rule we'd simply adhered to ever since. And as such, I could see through the opening in the door leading up from downstairs into the kitchen area that the lights there were off. Though a faint light did show from beyond there. I knew then that the girls most likely where in the main living or family room, which was large enough to accommodate all of them, especially if they were indeed, "having a party". Once again, the sound of music, laughter and conversation told me that it was highly doubtful anyone would hear me entering in from the basement area. And I had one other advantage as well. There was a short hallway that led from the kitchen living room area, next to the stairs leading upstairs towards the bedroom areas. Long ago, this hall led to dad's private office, now moms. So no one except for her, had any reason whatsoever for being there. If I could make it into the hallway, behind the alcove and the stairs, I'd be home free basically. Once into mom's office, I could easily crack open the other door, which led into the front room area where Stacy and her friends were. With luck, no one would notice, and even if they did...I had a back way of escape...(hopefully) though the odds were with me, especially sitting there in the dark. Which I soon was.

I had a clear and totally unobstructed view into the room. Oh boy did I. Even better than I could have hoped for, or even imagined. As expected Stacy, along with her friends, (four of them) were dressed rather skimpily I might add. Only one of which was actually wearing pajama's though it was evident even then, that Amber wasn't wearing a bra, and that she had perhaps the largest set of tits amongst all the girls, with Angela a close second. Angela in fact wearing a somewhat sheer (more of a hint at what lay beneath) than actually seeing...but enough to certainly make things interesting kind of a nightgown on. Then there was my own sister of course, wearing what she usually did, nothing more than a pair of panties and one of my old "wife-beater" tee-shirts, though why she did...never ceased to amaze me for some odd reason. 

I recognized one of the other girls, Barbra, though everyone called her "Babs" for some reason. She too was pretty, and tall...and she was also nearly flat chested. I think I actually had more "man-boob" than she had "women boob", though by the looks of things, she had really large nipples, which I could easily see pressed against the tight fitting tee shirt she was wearing. The last girl I had only seen and met once. And to be honest, I didn't really know what to think or make of her. Though obviously athletic, she was more of a plain-Jane. I might have called her attractive even, though she wore little or no makeup at all. She also wore her hair really, really short. Which hinted to me at least of something else. But...she was obviously friends with all the other girls either way, so I didn't really think too much more about it. As I recalled, though even then not too sure...I think Stacy had introduced her to me a while back as "Bobby."

The girls were just then forming a circle there on the floor. Off to one side there was a gallon bottle of tequila, a bowl filled with fresh limes cut in slices, along with a saltshaker and several shot glasses, one of which sat in front of each girl, and was currently filled.

"Ok, so what's this again we're doing?" Bab's asked my sister.

"We're playing a game called, naughty, nasty, naked," she giggled. I noticed then that Stacy had one of those big fuzzy, furry dice. The kind I used to see hanging from the mirrors in people's cars maybe. Though only one. Black with white spots on it. "Here's the rules," she stated. "Everyone has a number, and we all take turns rolling the dice. Whosever number comes up on the dice, then they have to first tell a naughty story. If their number comes up again, then they have to tell a really nasty story, or shared experience. The third time...they have to get naked!"

And though there was some nervous laughter initially, it seemed as though everyone was up for playing the game.

"Hey...what happen's if we roll a six?" Amber asked. Obviously there were only five of them.

Stacy held up her shot glass. "Roll a six, everyone takes a drink!"

"Well, this could get interesting in a hurry," I thought, repositioning myself slightly so as to settle in for a bit. This was apt to turn out even better than I'd thought.

Stacy rolled first. Sure enough, a six. Great way to start. Everyone taking a drink, passing the limes and salt in turn. I knew my own sister. If they kept this up all night, she'd be blotto in no time.

Amber rolled next, getting a two, which meant that Angela had to tell a naughty story or so it seemed.

"And it has to be a real one, a real story...not just something made up," Stacy admonished her. She sat thinking for a moment, until Amber prodded her along.

"Tell em about what you told me," she teased wickedly. Even from here I could see color come into Angela's cheeks. She even glanced over towards my sister.

"Spill it," Stacy challenged. "No way you're getting out of it now!" She demanded.

"Ok, ok." Angela began, still blushing, but willing to go along. "There's no use denying that I've sort of had the hot's for Steven."

"Oh really? What a surprise," my sister deadpanned. "Do tell."

"I'm trying to. Now shut up and let me tell it, unless of course you'd like to go first." To my surprise, that actually seemed to shut my sister up, though I was now more than just curious to hear what it was that she had to say.

"About a month ago I was helping Stacy with the laundry," she began. "Stacy had just taken one load up out of the drier to fold, and I was sorting through another one to put into the wash. I noticed as I was doing that, that Steven's underwear was in the pile I was sorting through too."

"Eeew!" Bobby said, though Angela continued, waving her off. "It's not what you're thinking...though close," she grinned mischievously. "Obviously your brother wears colored bikini briefs, not tighty-whities like most guys do. Anyway...I was in a bit of a horny mood as it was. Stacy had already told me she was going to show me her new vibrator after we finished up with the laundry."

"New vibrator?" I asked myself.

"I figured that Stacy would be busy for a bit, and wouldn't miss me for too long." Angela turned looking towards my sister, but by the look on my sister's face, she was anxious now more than ever to hear the rest of the story. "I knew Steven wasn't home, so I snuck into his room."

"You did?" I thought. "Why?"

"I quickly found his underwear drawer."

"Eeew!" Bobby said again, though everyone ignored her, waiting for Angela to continue.

"I found a pair of bright red ones," she giggled. "And then I took them...and shoved them up my cunt."

"Oh my god!" Almost every girl there stated, including Stacy, though she was also laughing hysterically at this point. 

"And then I put them back, as neatly as I had found them."

I just sat there dumbfounded having just heard this. And ironically enough...it just so happened I was wearing the only pair of red briefs that I had. Sure...they'd been washed by now. But still.

"That really was naughty!" Stacy quipped. "Though I'm not at all surprised. I'm almost half tempted to tell Steven what you did!"

"You do...and I'll tell him one of your secrets!" Angela warned.

"Touché!" Stacy said nodding her head. "Ok, Bab's? Your turn to roll."

I sat listening intensively as the girls took turns telling their own amusing, naughty stories, along with several shots of tequila being consumed. When it finally came to be my sister's turn, I was all ears. Not too surprisingly, she told the story of how she'd walked in and caught me masturbating.

"Eeew!"

"So, did you actually see it?" Angela asked.

"Briefly, yes." Stacy giggled. "But then he tried to hide it behind the porn mag he'd been jerking off to. He even made a tent out of it," she went on to explain in detail. Even going so far as to tell the rest of the story how she'd been laying on her bed, actually playing with herself, intending to let me see her doing that as I passed by her room in the hallway. "But then I chickened out, and sat up instead," she laughed. "Can only imagine what he would have thought had he actually seen me doing that," she finished.

"Eeew," came the response.

"Listen, Bobby. If you're gonna keep doing that, we're gonna gag you and strip you."




Cumming Clean with Daddy



 Authors Note: Welcome to my latest story. Been awhile since I did something in the daddy/daughter vein so figured why not? Although most of my stories have a long build up, this one was done for a friend based on the simple premise of daughter surprising her dad, so it gets down to things a little quicker than most of my works, but it was fun to just cut loose a bit. Hope you enjoy it. LC68

*****

I stood in the shower and closing my eyes, sighed contently. There was nothing more enjoyable than standing in a hot shower, the steam giving me a warm drowsy feeling as the water hitting my body relaxed me even more. Well, no, there was one thing more enjoyable than a hot shower and that would be if there was someone in here with me. 

As I slowly lathered myself with strawberry scented body wash, my soapy hands slid across my small perky breasts. I moaned softly when my palms grazed my hard pink nipples. I moved my hands over my breasts and down my soft stomach, enjoying my soapy touch. Spreading my feet further apart I washed the insides of my thighs. 

I breathed heavier while imagining it wasn't my hands, but a pair strong hands rubbing my thighs. I leaned against the wall of the shower, visualizing it as a strong chest and titling my head, thought of a pair of hot lips pressed to my skin. My right hand strayed to the smooth flesh of my pussy, and sliding my fingers through my soft wet lips, moaned again. 

My pink lips weren't wet from just the shower and as I eased a finger into my hot little slit, I pressed my thumb to my swollen clit. My other hand made its way up to my nipple and cupping my breast while stroking it, I yearned for it to be the hand of another. 

I tried to envision Joey, the last guy I had fooled around with. I thought of him fondling my pussy and then turning me around to face him. Joey would look at me with his big blue eyes and leaning in give me a soft kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. He would...

"Oh, fuck it!" I whispered into the steamy air, Joey wasn't who I wanted in this shower with me and I knew it.

The strong hands and muscular body I wanted to be pressed against belonged to my father. Twisted as that thought was, as soon as my mind shifted to him I felt my pussy twitch around my finger and I rubbed my clit harder. 

I could see us together in the shower, his well muscled, tanned body pressed against my soft creamy skin. Daddy's hands would be where mine were, one cupping my small tit, the other buried between my soft thighs. 

But he would have two fingers inside and those fingers were long and thick and would be buried so deep! His thumb would be on my clit and my hips would be rocking against his touch.

Speaking of long and thick, my father's big hard cock would be pressed against me, rubbing against my firm little ass. He would get me off nice and hard, and then I would turn around, drop to my knees and...

"Oh, Daddy, can I please suck your cock?" I'd ask, batting my big blue eyes. 

I would suck him hard and fast, taking him deep into my hot little mouth. I would show him just how good his little girl was at sucking cock so he would keep coming back for more! He would moan and grab my hair; fucking my eager mouth. I'd play with his balls and he would say my name when he came! 

I bit my lip in order not to cry out as the thought of my father shooting his cum down my throat sent me over the edge. I clamped my thighs around my hand and ground my hips as waves of pleasure caused me to moan deep in my throat. When the last of the orgasm flowed through me, I remained leaning against the wall, not trusting my weak knees to hold me up. 

Catching my breath, I stood up and standing under the hot water rinsed off before taking the shampoo and lathering my long red hair. I took my time, soaking up the steam and feeling more relaxed than I had before.

It was Saturday and I didn't have any plans, maybe I would slip back to bed for awhile. As I worked my fingers through my hair, I felt a little guilty about my getting off to my father.

I knew if I told a hundred people about it all hundred would say I was sick. I suppose maybe I was, but couldn't help it. 

Fact was Daddy was the hottest man I'd ever seen and I so wanted to be with an older guy who would know how to take care of me rather than the stupid boys I'd dated. I mean after all, who could be better to a girl than her father? Better yet, wouldn't a good girl do anything to make her Daddy happy?

I knew from eaves dropping on some of their arguments mom wasn't taking care of him the way he needed it and that made me want him even more! Right or wrong, I was dying for a chance to show my father there was one woman in this house who would be more than happy to meet his needs. 

Despite the fact I'd just came I felt a warm feeling growing between my thighs at the thought of Daddy behind me, grabbing my hips and burying his big cock inside my tight little pussy.

I wasn't sure exactly when it was I'd started having these nasty thoughts, but one thing I knew for sure they weren't going away. I'd been dreaming of and getting off to the thought of fucking my father for months now and lately I'd been starting to think it wasn't a one sided affair. Most likely it was some twisted wishful thinking on my part, but I swore I'd seen Daddy looking at me lately. 

At first I thought I was imagining it, but a few weeks ago I'd been helping mom in the garden and on my knees pulling weeds. I had been wearing a pair of tight denim shorts and every time I glanced behind me, he quickly looked away.

By the third time I was so wet I could feel my panties sticking to my pussy. I moved over so I was in front of the glass doors that led into the kitchen and could see him reflected behind me. My heart started to pound when I saw he was staring at my firm little bottom.

I wiggled it back and forth and saw him shake his head and finally turn away. Since then whenever mom wasn't home, I started wearing short skirts and tight low cut shirts and always hung around whatever room Daddy was in. 

I would sit across from him and make a show of stretching out my long legs and bending over in front of him. A couple of times I'd gone over and playfully sat in his lap while giving him a big hug.

Daddy seemed uncomfortable when I did this and the last time I was sure I felt something hard poking into my ass before he moved me over onto his leg. 

The thought that I was teasing my father made me hotter than I'd ever been before. I was still seeing Joey when this had started and would always fuck his brains out whenever I saw him right after I'd flaunted myself in front of my father. 

Joey was cute and always gave me what I wanted, but fact was he was my age and I was beginning to want more than an eighteen year old boy could give me. No, this horny girl wanted a real man! One that knew how to please and would appreciate a tight young body like mine more than a boy would. 

Afraid I would end up playing with myself again; I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel off the rack, I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. 

I was tall and on the slender side, but my long legs were well shaped from cheer-leading and my tits, although small, were round and firm with tiny pink nipples. I had a thin waist, but just enough hips to give me a nice shape and many guys had told me I had a perfect little ass. 

I wouldn't consider myself hot, more like girl next door pretty, but I had big baby blue eyes and a pair of full lips that when I pouted usually got me anything I wanted. 

Like most red heads, my skin was fair and I had some freckles around my nose that Daddy always used to kiss when I was little, saying they were irresistible. Well I had some freckles around my tits that I would love him to kiss and there was something between my legs I knew he would find irresistible. 

I dried myself off and frowned at that thought; would he? What if I did offer him? What if the next time mom wasn't home I just walked up to him in his chair and dropped to my knees? I licked my lips at the thought of giving my father a long slow blow job and hearing him moan my name.

But man would I be fucked and not in a good way if I were wrong about him wanting me. With a sigh, I tossed the towel into the hamper and slipped my robe on. I guess some fantasies were just that, fantasies. 

*****

I wandered down the hallway back towards my room. It was only nine and although I had planned on going downstairs and grabbing some breakfast, I was now so relaxed from the shower and orgasm, I wanted nothing more than to curl back up and get some more sleep. I was just walking passed my parents bedroom when I heard Daddy yell, "What the hell do you mean you have to go to work?"

I stopped and as I'd done since I was a little kid, slipped up against the wall just next to the door and listened to them argue. 

"I'm sorry Mark, but they're shorthanded and need me."

"Well I need you because I'm getting tired of my sex life being one handed!"

"For Christ's sake," Mom snapped, "You act like you never get any, we just had sex..."

"When?" Daddy interrupted, "What night?"

"I...I don't know maybe Tuesday."

"And it's Saturday morning! And all we do during the week are quickies."

"Well excuse me, but I'm tired after a long day."

"And you promised we would start sleeping in on Saturdays and taking our time and doing more than fucking missionary!" Daddy said in frustration.

"So now we don't do it and I'm boring?" Mom yelled, "Well, hell Mark, maybe you should just go out and find yourself some little slut who'll make you happy!"

I couldn't help thinking he wouldn't have to look far; there was a little slut right down the hallway that would love to make my Daddy happy!

"Knock it off Debbie!' He yelled back, "If I wanted another woman, I wouldn't be frustrated we didn't do it." He paused, then began speaking softly, causing me to press my ear to the door to catch it, "I didn't think it was such a bad thing to want to have sex with your wife."

"It's not, but you want it all the time and you think we're still teenagers! You want me to blow you all the time and want me bent over and..."

"What, there's an age limit on fun?" Daddy demanded. 

"Oh, so now I'm no fun?" Mom was stilling yelling, "You know what Mark? You watch too much fucking porn!"

"I have too," he retorted, "God only knows it's the only I way I'll ever see a blow job these days!"

Oh, I knew a way he could see a blow job, I thought. He could even be watching porn while I gave it to him!

"With cracks like that, damn straight it is!" Mom yelled, "Hope you like whacking off because that's all you're going to be doing for awhile now! But hey, from what you say your hands more fun than me so you should be happy!"

I heard a bang as she must have slammed her closet door shut and quickly slipped away from the door. I moved a couple of steps away, but still stayed close enough to listen. 

"Look Debbie, I'm sorry." Daddy told her, "But I... you look so good and I just really enjoy it. We used to all the time and I don't know why we slowed down and..."

"Because one of us isn't a sex crazed teenager, now I need to go, do me a favor and don't play your porn to loud when you jack off, Mandy's home!"

Her voice was awfully close and I had just started walking towards my bedroom when the door flew open and Mom stormed out.

"Come on Debbie, don't be like that! Look, come home early and we'll..."

Mom had immediately started heading for the stairs and hadn't seen me, but Daddy had glanced my way as he was speaking and said, "Oh, shit."

Mom turned around to see me and rolled her eyes, "Mandy, did you just come out of the bathroom?"

"I...uh, yeah I was just going back to..."

"Great!" Mom waved her hand at him, "Now she knows I'm boring too! Way to start the weekend!"

"No, I didn't hear..." I started, but Mom cut me off. 

"How could you not? Well whatever, just make sure you knock before you go into your Daddy's office today, he might be busy"

"Debbie!" Daddy exclaimed, "Don't say shit like that, she's..."

"She's eighteen, she knows what jerking off is," she shook her head, and then with a sigh said, "I'm sorry you heard us fighting Mandy, but I have to go, we'll talk later."

Mom turned and walking away reached the staircase and started heading down. Daddy looked at me, then began to turn away to follow Mom. He immediately stopped and turned back to me, his eyes fixed on my chest. I lowered my gaze and saw that the robe, which I had tied loosely, had fallen open. My nipples weren't exposed, but a good portion of my tits were and for a moment that seemed to last forever, Daddy's eyes widened and lingered on them. 

I reflexively grabbed the robe to close it, but seeing he hadn't looked away, I took a huge gamble and rather than close it, opened it just a little bit more and gave him a big smile, "Something wrong Daddy?" I asked.

"I...uh...I have to catch your mother." He stammered and turned around so quickly he lost his balance and would have fallen if his hand hadn't caught the wall. 

I watched him run to the stairs, but as he headed down he turned to look one more time. I turned around and making a show of pulling my robe closed, caused the back of it to flip up slightly giving him a glimpse of the backs of my legs right up to my ass cheeks. I went into my room and closing the door behind me, sat on my bed and felt my heart beginning to pound. He had looked! No doubt about it! 

Lying back, I let the robe open and running my hands over my once again erect nipples, let my mind race. Not only had Daddy looked, but he and mom were fighting about sex. He wasn't getting any and she sure as well wouldn't be giving him any after this morning. Maybe my fantasy could come true! Closing my eyes and letting my hands wander down between my legs, I decided I was going to go out and lie beside the pool. 

I had just bought a new red string bikini I had never planned on my parents seeing, but suddenly I felt it wouldn't be fair if I didn't model my new purchase for my father! I sighed and smiling up at the ceiling as my fingers slid through my pussy wondered if he had showered yet this morning.

*****

Despite my excitement, I fell back to sleep for an hour. When I woke up I looked out the window to see Daddy had decided to go for a swim in the large in ground that he and mom had bought as an anniversary present to each other last year. 

I sat there with my legs open, my fingers lightly caressing my wet pussy as I watched Daddy in the pool. He owned a small construction company and still did as much work as any of his employees. Daddy's body was deeply tanned and I watched the muscles ripple in his powerful shoulders and back as he swam. 

When he reached the end, he got out and as he stood there toweling off, I took in his broad chest and muscular arms. I stared at the beads of water on his glistening stomach and yearned to wipe them off with my tongue. 

That thought caused me to get up and going over to my bureau, I dug out the skimpy bikini I had hidden there and putting it on, tossed on a plain black t-shirt and headed downstairs. 

As I walked through the kitchen, I noticed Mom's cell phone was on the kitchen counter, she must have been so pissed off she'd forgotten it. I paused and looked down at it. I wasn't sure why, but it seemed like a good thing it was there. 

I stood there tapping my long pink nails on the table, and then smiled as a thought occurred to me. Picking up the phone I dialed her office extension and when she answered, she said, "Hey hon, I know, I forgot my phone."

"Okay, I just wanted to tell you it was home and you didn't lose it." I told her. 

"Thanks, Mandy, and I'm sorry you heard us fighting about...well, you know."

'That's okay." I told her then trying to sound casual asked her, "So um, what time are you working to?"

"Well I was hoping to get out early, but we're really swamped here, so probably three or so." she sighed, "Don't let Dad eat too late, tell him I'd like to go out to dinner tonight to make things up to him, I was kind of bitchy this morning."

"Sure I'll tell him." I said, then feeling a little guilty added, "Love you mom" and hung up. 

It was only a little after ten. I still didn't know what the hell I was going to do, but I had some time to do it. The only thing I knew for sure was it was time for my sexy father to get a good eyeful of his naughty little girl. Walking out onto the patio I headed over to Daddy, who was reading the newspaper and said, 'Hey Daddy!"

"Oh, uh hey Mandy." He answered, peering from around the newspaper. 

He had sounded nervous, but when his eyes focused on me and saw I was wearing a t-shirt he seemed relieved. 

"You done swimming already?" I asked.

"Yeah, my shoulders are sore, works catching up to me I guess." He laughed, "Sucks to get old."

"You're not old." I said with a smile, "Guys your age are in their prime!"

"Oh, okay!" he laughed, "That's good to know."

"That's why so many girls my age like older guys." I added, "They know exactly what they want and what to do with it."

"I..what?" he asked, his big brown eyes widening, "What does that mean?"

"Oh, nothing." I shrugged, and then figuring I'd get him going, giggled, "A couple of my friends told me that, because they think you're hot."

"Oh, please." He waved his hand, and then with a grin asked, "Which ones?"

"I don't remember," I said with a mock sigh then unable to resist added, "Some slutty redhead."

"Oh," he frowned in thought, "I don't remember..."

"Well, I don't feel like swimming, but my lily white body could use some color so I'm going to lay out for awhile." I interrupted him, before he really started thinking about that, because none of my friends had red hair. 

"Oh, sure." He laughed, "You could use a little sun. I..."

Daddy trailed off as I stripped the shirt off over my head. I paused for a moment, making it seem as if I were tangled in the shirt giving him a second to check me out. The top of the bikini barely concealed even my small tits, not covering much more than my nipples. 

I pictured my smooth soft stomach, directly in his face as well as the bikini bottom which showed my leg right up to my hips where it was tied on each side. I knew that between my legs, the thin strip of red material barely covered my pussy. 

Feeling I had given him enough time for a quick look at the front, I tossed the t-shirt off. I quickly turned away from him and slowly walked away, giving him a good look at the back. 

The top was only tied in the back with a red string and the bottom was really little more than a thong. I knew the cheeks of my ass were exposed and it was everything I could do, not to turn around to catch him looking.

I took a few steps, putting more swing into my hips than I needed to and stopped. I made a show of gathering my long red hair up and keeping my arms over my head, took my time, tying it into a bun. 

I turned my head to the side and felt my nipples harden when I saw his reflection in the glass doors. Not only was he staring, but I saw him slowly lick his lips. 

I turned all the way around and almost laughed at how fast he tried to bring the paper back up to his face. I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily and walking back over to him leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Uh, what was that for?" he asked, nervously.

"I can't give my Daddy a kiss good morning?"

"I..." he swallowed hard and I saw his eyes lingering on my chest. I was still leaning over and knew damn well he could probably see the pink skin around my nipples in this position. "Uh, is that a new bathing suit?"

"It is!" I exclaimed and putting my arms up over my head, twirled around for him. "You like it?"




Cumming Clean with Daddy



"I..." he forced a laugh and said, "I hope you didn't pay full price for that third of a bikini."

"Oh, sorry." I put my arms down and gave him a pout, "I...I wasn't thinking, do you want me to go change?"

"No!" he said, then immediately turned red, "I mean uh...well it's just us, but don't be wearing that around any boys"

"Oh, okay!" I smiled at him, "But it's okay for my Daddy?"

"Well..." his eyes widened and the look of panic in his eyes, made me want to just whip the top off in front of him and see what happened. 

Instead I stood there smiling, while he tried to come up with something. Finally he whispered, "It's okay, because I...I don't look at you that way."

"Well of course not!" I laughed, "I'm your little girl after all!"

I turned and skipped over to the next chair and grabbing a towel laid it out on the patio. As I did, I put my back to him and bent over, showing him my ass as I made a show of straightening the towel.

I took a chance and shook it a little bit and a glance in the glass doors and the look on Daddy's face told me he was not minding the show. I dropped to my hands and knees and very slowly slid out so I was lying on my stomach. 

I crossed my arms under my chin and turning my head to face the doors, closed my eyes then opened them slightly. Daddy had the paper down in his lap and was now blatantly staring.

I opened my legs and as I saw him still looking, felt my pussy growing warmer by the minute. The thought that my father was staring at the thin material that covered his little girls pussy had me so hot I had to make an effort not to start moving my hips. 

In the doors, I saw Daddy carefully fold up the paper and drop it next to his chair. He sat up straighter and turned to the side so he was now facing me. 

I saw his lips moving as if he were talking to himself then felt a surge of heat go through me when I saw his right hand drop to his lap. That hand started moving back and forth, rubbing his hard cock through his bathing suit as he stared at his daughter's tight little body.

I could feel my pussy beginning to ache and my nipples were throbbing against the thin material of the suit. I had never been so horny! Daddy's hand was beginning to move faster and I frowned at the thought that since he thought I was sleeping, he was going to get himself off right there in his shorts.

Any other time the thought of my father jacking off to me would be a hot one, but I was beginning to think there was a much better place for that cum to go; right into my mouth.

Not wanting him to finish, I lifted my head, and lazily rolled over onto my back. I put my arms out over my head and made a show of stretching. 

Arching my back off the ground, I pushed my tits out and when I let myself relax on to my back, I opened my legs again and let my head fall to the side. Again Daddy was staring, but his hand had stopped. I drew my right leg, up, bending it at the knee, then lifting it, stretched it out for a moment. 

Daddy stood up and as he turned away, my eyes widened at the large bulge in his bathing suit. He started to walk away so fast he almost tripped over the chair and knocked his cell phone onto the patio. He quickly bent over and after picking it up, began to head inside. 

As soon as he did, I sat up and wondered what the hell should I do next? Simply follow him upstairs and just throw myself at him? No, he might say no. I watched him stop at the doors and heard him swear as he dropped his phone again. 

That's it! I thought excitedly, mom's phone. As soon as Daddy went inside, I jumped up and ran over to the doors. I saw him walking out into the living room and quietly slipping into the kitchen, grabbed mom's phone. I left the kitchen and walking out onto the patio sent Daddy a text from her phone,

 "Hey, honey, you there?"

I waited a moment, my heart pounding then felt a thrill go through me when he replied, "Yeah, I'm sorry Debbie."

"Me too," I texted back, "Hey want some good news?"

"What's that?"

"I'm out of work and on my way home, how about you let me show you I can still be fun?"

I could feel my pussy getting hotter by the second when he replied, "Really? Damn that sounds good! When will you be home?"

My fingers trembling with excitement, I had to type my reply slowly, "Soon, where's Mandy?"

"Out by the pool. We'll meet in the bedroom?"

"How about the shower?" I replied

"Wow, you are in a good mood!"

"I have some making up to do," I sent him back, "But let's play a game okay?"

"What game?"

"Just let me slip in behind you and we go from there, okay baby?"

"Whatever you say! I'll head in there right now!"

"Good, don't you start without me!"

I leaned against the wall and tried to calm myself down. I was really going to do it; I was going to seduce my father. If he had a chance to say no, he would, so I had to take that option away from him.

Get him to the point he couldn't refuse me! Thinking more calmly than I thought possible, I deleted all the texts from mom's phone and entering the house had one thought running through my mind. "I was going to fuck my father!"

*****

My heart pounding and my legs trembling, I went up to the bathroom door and listened to the water running. I took a deep breath; it was time to put it all on the line.

I quietly opened the bathroom door, just enough to enter, closed it behind me and turned to look at the shower. The doors were frosted glass and I could see Daddy's shadow behind them, but couldn't make him out, which meant he couldn't see me. 

I walked up to the edge of the doors away from the water and untied the bikini top. I let it drop to the floor, and then shimmied out of the bottom. I let my long red hair down and standing there naked, looked down at the black tie I had grabbed from Daddy's closet.

I swallowed nervously and reaching out, slid the door open a few inches. I was struck by a wall of steam and the smell of soap. Peering into the steam, I felt a surge of relief when I saw he was facing the water.

I opened the door further and moving as quickly as I could, stepped into the shower. Taking a step forward, I put my hands on his shoulders.

"Wow, you made good time!" Daddy exclaimed and began to turn.

"Hmm-mm" I grunted and pushed hard on his shoulders. 

Fortunately he didn't turn around, instead he laughed, "Oh, are we shy?"

My response was to take the tie and reaching over his head, place it in front of his eyes. 

"Ohh, I like this game!" he said, as I tied it behind his head. 

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I lowered my voice as much as I could and said, "Just don't turn around, okay?"

"You okay, Deb? You sound funny."

"Shhhhh!" I hissed then stepping back began to massage his powerful shoulders.

'Oh, that feels nice." He sighed.

Oh, yeah it did! The feeling of his hard muscles beneath his tanned skin felt damn good. Even better was the sight of his naked body. Daddy's ass was as firm and well muscled as the rest of him and dropping my hands, I gave it a hard squeeze. 

Daddy laughed and reluctantly releasing his ass, I started rubbing his back. I pushed him gently, easing him forward, so I could get him closer to the water and reaching out, grabbed the soap. Lathering my hands, I began caressing his back, soaping him up. When his back was covered, I pressed against him and moaned softly as my hard nipples pushed into his back. 

'Hmmm, someone is excited." He whispered.

Keeping my hands on his shoulders, I moved side to side, rubbing my aching nipples across his soapy skin. I moaned again and reaching around him rubbed his chest. I gave his nipples a playful pinch, getting him to yelp, then lowering my hands, began caressing his hard flat stomach.

My pussy was dripping and I could feel my hands trembling against his skin. I was nervous at what might happen, but excited as well. I was in the shower naked with my father and so far it felt as good as I imagined it.

I teased my fingers across his stomach and felt him tense up against me as my hands dipped lower. I began to breath heavier when I felt his pubic hair beneath my touch and as I kept my hands there, kissed his back and shoulders. Daddy sighed and said softly, "Oh, that's nice."

I closed my eyes and lowering my hand brushed it against his hard cock. I jumped when I felt him grab my wrist then gasped, when he placed it on his cock. I wrapped my slender fingers around it and as I gave it as squeeze, moaned. He was so hard! 

Not only hard, but a lot thicker than the cock of any of the boys I'd fooled around with. Daddy moaned and feeling his cock twitch in my hand, I started slowly pumping it.

I was still kissing his back and reaching down with my other hand, I cupped his large, heavy balls and stroking them while jerking him off. 

"Oh, honey, that feels so fucking good!" Daddy moaned. 

His hips were moving back and forth, sliding his cock faster through my hand and I started pumping him faster. I was breathing through my mouth and my own hips were moving. 

My pussy was oozing at not just the feeling of Daddy's hard cock in my hand, but the control I felt as I stroked him. He was moaning and totally at my mercy! I could keep playing with him and teasing, or I could jack him off hard and fast, feel his cum spurting!

I slowed my stroking at the thought that if my father was going to blow a load it shouldn't be against the bathroom wall. Still slowly jerking him and fondling his balls, I sank to my knees behind him. As I kissed his firm ass, he moaned, "Oh, you are feeling naughty today aren't you?"

I released his cock and putting my hands on his hips, pushed, encouraging him to turn around. I felt my heart beat faster as I hoped the tie would still be covering his eyes, if he saw... All thoughts left my head when he turned around and my face was inches from the longest thickest cock I'd ever seen. The head was swollen purple and was oozing pre cum. 

I grabbed it and as I squeezed it, the pre cum squirted out and hit me on the lips. I licked them and moaned loudly at the taste of my father's sticky juices. Pumping his cock, I licked my lips again and taking a chance looked up. The tie was directly across his eyes and the expression on Daddy's face was one of anticipation. Good, he still thought I was mom!

I leaned forward and sticking my tongue out, ran it around the edge of the head of his cock. Daddy moaned and his hips twitched, sending his cock poking against my mouth. I slipped and giggled as the spongy flesh of his cock hit me in the cheek and Daddy laughed softly as well. 

Grabbing his cock by the base to hold it still, I ducked my head and pressing my tongue to the side of his cock, ran it along the length of his shaft.

When I reached the head, I swirled my tongue around it, causing him to moan again, then ran it down the other side. I licked the softer skin of the underside of his cock and parting my lips, took just the head into my mouth.

Daddy moaned louder than before and holding him between my soft lips, I began running my tongue around his cock. He began breathing heavier and I jumped when he reached down and put his hands on my shoulders.

Opening my mouth wider, I took him about halfway down the length of his shaft and pressing my lips tightly around his hard flesh started to bob my head. 

"Oh, yes." He moaned, "Hmm, suck that cock, honey!"

His words sent as big a thrill through me as the feeling of his cock between my lips did. I couldn't believe I was doing this! I was naked and on my knees, blowing my father in the shower! So what if he thought I was mom, I'd figure that part out later. All that mattered now was...

"Oh!" I gasped around his cock as his hands slid down and finding my tits began to fondle them. 

I released his cock and moaned loudly as his thumbs started rubbing my hard nipples and wanting to return the favor, took him back into my mouth; sucking him faster and harder. As his strong hands played with my tits, I found myself wondering if I should let him touch me, sure mom's tits were about my size, but...

I pushed that thought aside and rising up on my knees, opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly, an inch at a time, worked almost his entire cock down my throat.

'Oh, fuck yeah" Daddy groaned.

His hands tightened on my tits and I moaned around him as I started bobbing my head as fast as I dared. My eyes rolled back in my head at the incredible sensation of having my mouth stuffed with my father's hard flesh and the feeling of his pre cum sliding down my willing throat. Reaching between his legs, I rubbed his balls and he jerked his hips, pushing his cock even deeper into my mouth. 

I followed my mouth with my hand, jerking him off as I blew him and he was now moaning continuously. I began to suck him more slowly, sliding him all the way out until just his head was in my mouth, then working my way back down his hard shaft. 

I was keeping my tongue pressed against him and my lips wrapped tightly around him. My hand was now just holding him while I was using my fingers to lightly caress his balls.

"Oh goddamn!" Daddy moaned, "This is the best fucking blow job, I can remember!" he paused then asked, "I want to watch! I want to watch my cock going into that pretty mouth!"

I froze and felt my stomach twist into knots. What the hell was I going to do? I moaned as Daddy started to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my now still mouth. His fingers were still busy on my nipples and my poor little pussy was aching for attention. I had to...

"Come on Mandy," Daddy whispered, "Let Daddy watch you suck his cock!"

I pulled his cock from his mouth and as I started up at him, he removed the blindfold and smiled down at me.

"Oh, you do look good down there!" He said, shaking his head, "And goddamn, look at those perfect little tits!"

"You...you knew?" I managed to get out.

"I saw your mother's phone on the counter he said, "I...I wouldn't have let you, but Christ Mandy, you in that bikini and I...I need it so bad and oh my God are you fucking hot!"

"You," I swallowed hard and staring at his cock which I was still holding, asked, "You want me to..."

"Oh, God yes!" He moaned, looking down at me. "Please Mandy! I...I know this isn't right, but you...Oh yes!"

Daddy cried out as opening my mouth, I eagerly took his cock back into it. I couldn't believe it! He wanted me too! I swore his cock felt even better in my mouth as I bobbed my head rapidly and returned to stroking him as well. 

"Oh, that looks good!" Daddy groaned

I squealed in pleasure as he squeezed my nipples for emphasis. I started rubbing his balls harder and his hands leaving my tits, he placed them on my head.

"Stay still." He whispered.

I did as he asked, then moaned softly as he started pumping his hips. 

"That's right; let me fuck your mouth." He moaned, "You're going to be my good girl, aren't you Mandy?"

"Hmmm-mm!" I moaned around his thrusting cock.

"And I'm going to be good to you too!" He gasped as he sped up his fucking my mouth. "Going to suck on those perfect tits and lick that sweet little pussy! Oh, we're going to have a lot of...oh!"

He moaned as I began thrusting my mouth down on his cock in perfect timing with his plunging cock. I was sucking as hard as I could and he gasped, "Look up at me, let me see you."

I looked up at him with my big blue eyes and giving him a whimper, squeezed his balls as he buried his cock in my throat.

"Oh fuck, oh, don't stop Mandy, oh please I...oh!"

I squealed delightedly as my father's cock exploded into my mouth. My eyes rolled back as a huge spurt of thick hot cum shot down my throat and as he stopped moving his hips, I started jerking him off, pumping his cock and sending squirt after squirt of Daddy's cum into my greedy mouth. I sucked until there was nothing left and with a low moan, he slipped his cock from my mouth.

'Oh my God." He said, as he gasped for breath. "That was...so wrong, but oh, it felt good!"

"I did a good job?" I asked, looking up at him. 

"Hell yeah, now come up here!"

I yelped in surprise as grabbing my shoulders, Daddy yanked me to my feet. As soon as I was standing he bent his head down and I cried out as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

He quickly moved to my other tit and grabbing the back of his head, I held it while arching my back and shoving my nipple deeper into his mouth.

"Oh, God," he moaned around my swollen flesh. "Mandy, they're perfect!" 

He punctuated that statement by taking almost my entire tit into his mouth while his fingers found my other nipple.

"They're all yours Daddy!" I moaned as his tongue swirled around my pink nub, "Anytime!"

"Be careful with that, because I'm going to want them a lot!" He dropped to his knees and grabbing my left ankle said, "Put your foot on my shoulder."

I did as he said and squealed loudly as he plunged his face between my legs.

"Oh, yes Daddy!" I cried out as his tongue found my clit. 

"Oh, look at this pussy!" he moaned.

I leaned back against the wet wall and as I gasped for breath in the steam filled air, I reached down and spread my pussy open. Daddy's soft tongue swirled around my swollen button and my hips began to rock as my yearning pussy received the attention is so desperately needed. 

Daddy ran his tongue down through the wet folds of my pussy and I released a loud yelp as he sent it inside me. I moaned as I felt him sick hard and get a mouthful of my sticky juice. 

Daddy moaned between my legs and I could hear him slurping every drop from my oozing pussy. I reached down and grabbing his thick black hair, ran my fingers through it as he teased his tongue around the entrance to my hot little box. 

I looked down and moaned at the sight of Daddy's tongue flickering against my wet pink pussy. My white foot looked good on his shoulder and the water beating on his powerful back looked damn good as well. 

My attention went back to between my legs as his tongue left my pussy and was quickly replaced by two of his fingers. I cried out as his long thick fingers spread me open and started thrusting in and out of it. 

"Man that is a tight little pussy!" Daddy moaned from between my legs, "I can't wait to fuck you!"

"I...please make me cum first!" I whimpered, "Please lick your little girls pussy, she's a good girl!"

"I don't know about that!" he laughed, "But my little girl always gets what she wants!" 

I started to reply, but it was cut off by a long moan as his tongue once again found my clit and started tracing slow circle around it. I could feel my legs starting to tremble and moved my hips faster, driving his fingers deeper inside me. I cried out again as taking my clit between his lips, Daddy started sucking my clit as hard and fast as he had my nipples. 

'Oh, yes Daddy!" I moaned, "Right there! Oh, I want to cum for you!"

I arched my back and reaching up, grabbed my aching nipples. As Daddy's fingers plunged faster into my pussy, I gave my nipples a hard pinch and between my legs, Daddy sucked on my clit so hard his lips were smacking. I gasped as I felt my pussy contract, then as Daddy added a third finger inside of me, I threw my head back and howled as my body exploded.

I cried out again and again as waves of intense pleasure tore through my body. My screams were echoing in the shower, but I could still hear Daddy moaning between my legs as his tongue and fingers worked his little girl's pussy, making her cum as hard and long as possible. 

I released another loud wail as my body sent another surge through me and my convulsing pussy released a warm wave of fluid out and down my thighs. 

As the last of the strongest orgasm of my life flowed through me, I felt my legs begin to buckle and started to slide down the wall of the shower. Standing up, Daddy grabbed the cheeks of my ass and easily lifting me up in the air, dropped me down on to his once again hard cock.




Cumming Clean with Daddy



"Oh Daddy!" I squealed as he impaled me on his long thick cock, "Oh, easy!" I moaned as I felt my tight pussy trying to stretch around his hard flesh.

"Sorry," he moaned into my ear, "Oh damn, you're tight!"

I moaned softly and leaning forward wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. Still holding me by my ass, Daddy began lifting me up and down, slowly sliding his big dick in and out of my pussy. I moaned in his ear and held him tighter as my pussy became used to him and I groaned at the feeling of being so completely full. 

"Oh, honey," he whispered, "Oh, you feel so fucking good!"

"So do you." I moaned, "You can go a little faster!"

I didn't have to tell him twice and leaning me back against the wall, he started thrusting his hips, plunging his cock deeper inside of me. I whimpered as his big dick was still hurting a little, but the pleasure was far more intense; never mind the thought that I was fucking my father. 

Daddy was moaning in my ear each time he entered me and I could feel my tight pussy clinging to his hard flesh. I started lifting myself up and down, causing him to fuck me faster and even over the water I could hear how wet my pussy was. 

I could also feel Daddy trembling against me, and knowing he was holding back told him. "Go ahead, Daddy, you can fuck me, I know you need it!"

"I...Oh, I am going to be so good to you for this Mandy!"

Instead of an answer all that came out of me was a loud cry as pushing me completely against the wall, Daddy began hammering away at me, driving his hips and sending his plunging cock hard into me. 

I clung to his wet shoulders, yelping loudly with each thrust and loving every second of it. Daddy was breathing hard in my ear then suddenly let my ass go. As soon as my feet found the floor, Daddy grabbed my hips and spun me around.

I felt a thrill of excitement go through me and bracing my palms against the wall of the shower bent over, pointing my hot little ass at him. Daddy didn't hesitate; grabbing my slender hips he slammed his huge dick deep inside of my no longer protesting pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed as he fucked me

"Fuck is right!" He called out behind me, "Damn, your mother never fucked like this!"

"Oh!" I cried out as he started fucking me even faster, "I...I guess I take after my Daddy!"

Daddy laughed, and then squeezing my hips even harder started driving his cock into me so hard I could no longer speak. I leaned closer to the wall and was squealing over and over as he repeatedly drove his big dick inside of his daughter's hot little pussy. 

The sound of out wet flesh was almost as loud as my cries and behind me Daddy was gasping, "Oh, Mandy, oh you feel so good! Oh, you and Daddy are going to be spending a lot of time together!"

"All yours!" I told him again, "It's your pussy Daddy, it's..."

My words turned into loud squeals as Daddy started fucking me so hard I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy. After several more savage pumps, Daddy cried out and slipped his cock from inside of me. I quickly turned around and dropping to my knees held up my tits for him.

With a loud cry, Daddy released his cock and I sighed, as a long thick stream of cum splattered against my right tit. Daddy was furiously pumping his cock, each stroke ending with another squirt of his sticky fluid striking my perky young tit. 

He angled his cock so that he could spray some on my other nipple and began going side to side, painting his daughters pink nipples.

I moaned softly at the sensation of his warm cum dripping down my tits and onto my stomach. Daddy sighed and stopped jerking himself and I grabbed his cock, taking it into my mouth. He moaned again as I eagerly began sucking the sensitive head and was rewarded with a couple more drops of my Daddy's delicious cum.

"Damn you are a bad little girl." Daddy gasped as my tongue continued to bathe his cock.

"Hmm-Hmm" I shook my head, then popping his cock from my mouth, pushed my lips into a pout, "I'm always a good girl for my Daddy!"

"I guess so," he said with a sigh as he sank to his knees in front of me.

Looking down at my cum covered tits, he whistled, "I know that's supposed to be wrong, but that looks good!"

Scooping some of his cum up with my fingers; I slid them into my mouth and after greedily sucking them clean, giggled, "Tastes pretty good too!"

"Wow, oh shit!" he yelled.

"What's wrong I asked, hoping he hadn't suddenly become upset with what we'd just done.

"The hot water ran out!" he exclaimed and turning around, leaned over and shut the water off.

'Guess we were in here for awhile" I laughed "I love long hot showers, what about you?"

"I think showers may be my new favorite thing," he laughed as he turned back to face me.

We sat there staring at each other a little awkwardly and wondering if he were having second thoughts, I asked, "Are you mad at me, Daddy?"

Hell, no," extending his arms out, he said, "Come here, honey."

I eagerly folded into his embrace and as my head rested on his shoulder he put his arms around me and began playing with my long wet hair.

"Why would I be mad?" he asked.

"Well...I...I guess I shouldn't have done this, but I just wanted you so bad!"

"In case you didn't notice, I wanted it too." He sighed in my ear. "I've been watching you Mandy, and goddamn you're hot and I could tell you wanted to, but I'm your father and its wrong. But when you came in here there was no way I was saying no."

"So you knew all along it was me?" I asked while squeezing closer to him, enjoying the feeling of our wet skin pressing together.

"I knew mom forgot her phone and besides," he chuckled, "Your mother's tits are nowhere near that firm and she doesn't like to suck cock that much."

"I love to suck cock!" I told him "Especially yours Daddy!"

"Again, so wrong, but..." he laughed, "Who cares?"

"I'll suck it anytime!" I told him. "And I'll do anything else mom won't. I'll keep you nice and happy, Daddy!"

"Hmm, that sounds good." He nodded against my head, "I think you and I need to do a lot of Daddy daughter bonding from now on!"

"What about Mom," I asked, "I...I feel kind of bad."

"Honey, your mother not wanting sex was starting to cause real problems between us, but if you can keep me happy without going somewhere else then I'm not going to worry about it anymore. I mean, shit, it's not like she would ever suspect this."

"So, it's our little secret!" I told him, "And this will help you and mom stay together!"

"Oh, yeah," he said leaning back and smiling, "In fact I bet mom will be very happy from now on."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Well think about it," he said, grinning mischievously, "I won't be bothering her for sex much anymore."

*****

Author's Note: Well then, hot sex, no more fighting with the wife about sex and...think of all the hot water they'll save showering together! Hope you enjoyed this simple little romp. All my dad/daughter stories are written for a special friend of mine and I've owed them one for some time now. So to you know who...we're even for now! I'll be posting a story for the April Fool's Day Contest (first one ever!) and it will be a mother/son story with a fun twist ending, hope you'll be checking it out. As always thank you for reading!" Lovecraft68



Cumming Clean



"Promise?" She answered back to which everyone laughed. At least my own suspicions were confirmed now anyway. But I was also starting to get really horny. My cock long ago having gotten all nice and hard.

**

With each passing moment the stories got raunchier and dirtier, though I am sure it was with the help of all the tequila being consumed that they were. I wished now that I had thought ahead to grab my digital recorder, half tempted to go back for it, but not wishing to miss anything else, or worse, run the risk of getting caught. Both Bab's as well as Amber were naked now, having already reached their three turn limit. Stacy had no doubt "improvised the rules," saying that once you were naked...that after that, if your number came up...then that person had to have another drink. I could tell by the slur in her words she was close to reaching her limit as it was.

When "Bobby", had finally reached the get naked part for her, I was a little surprised at just how seductive she was when removing her clothes. And even after that, as she now sat naked more or less looking on, she seemed to constantly be touching herself in one way or the other. Though her breasts were small, they were by no means insignificant, and it was damn fucking hot, seeing her as she actually reached up to tweak her nipples from time to time. Not too surprisingly either, both her stories had included only women in them, though one I found especially hot when she spoke about fingering one of the nurses at the hospital when she'd been there to see her mother. It was an interesting story, and once again had me sitting there with a hot-throbbing cock.

I'll be the first one to admit. I was horny as hell at this point. I had long ago in fact taken my cock out, and had been teasingly playing with it. Especially now, with three of the girls naked. And hopefully...the rest of them soon would be. Oddly, I even found myself looking forward to seeing my sister naked. After all, I never really had yet...and she had seen me. So all was fair as far as I was concerned.

And then Stacy's number came up.

"And now...a NASTY story!" Someone said. 

"Yeah, but it has to be a really nasty story," Bab's challenged. "And like you said, it has to be for real too!"

"You want nasty? I got nasty," Stacy said, continuing to slur her words a little. "I got off, watching mom get off once," she began.

"No way! Really?" Amber asked actually excited to be hearing this.

"Yeah...do tell!" Bobby said joining in for a change.

"How the hell did you do that?" Angela pressed.

"Shut up and I'll tell you," she giggled.

My hand flying up and down my cock at the moment. I was all ears.

"It was late, and I had to pee. So I got up out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Usually, I turn on the light, but since I was still half-asleep, I didn't want the bright light blinding me. Anyway, as I entered the room, I noticed that the door leading into mom's bedroom was open. I walked over to close it, not wanting to wake her, or have her laying there listening to me pee," Stacy looked over towards Bobby, but she didn't say anything.

If anything, she looked like she was ready to start masturbating herself any moment now. Her nipples were rock hard little points as she reached up and began caressing one. Can't say as I blamed her. 

"I was just about to do that when I realized I could see fairly easily into the room. There just so happened to be a full moon that night, so I could clearly see mom laying there on the bed. And she sure as hell wasn't sleeping either! That's when I heard it, a faint buzzing sound, and then realized she was using a vibrator on herself. She was so into it, I could hear her moaning and groaning like crazy, totally oblivious to anything else. Well hell, I'm not ashamed to admit it, it was pretty fucking hot seeing her doing that, so I stood there, and began playing with myself too."

"Oh fuck!" Bobby actually exclaimed, and though she was sitting sideways to me, the motion of her hand, down between her legs gave hint at to what she was actually doing to herself.

"Eeew!" Bab's said looking her way, though saying it sarcastically as she then smiled at her, nodding her head at her in agreement. "At least she's brave enough to be doing what we're all thinking," she added to that with a nervous laugh, though unfortunately, no one else made any motion to do anything like that. Though there did appear to be a lot more fidgeting going on. No one said anything about what Bobby was obviously doing either, nor seemed to mind as Stacy continued.

"I figured that even if she looked, she wouldn't see me. The bathroom was totally dark, pitch black, so I stood there, fingering myself, watching mom get off, and boy...did she ever! And then I did!" Stacy confessed. "So...how's that for naughty?"

Bobby's moan seemed to add an exclamation point to that.

"I don't think she has to tell any more naughty stories," Amber laughed. "She just did a naughty instead!"

"Here, here!" Everyone agreed, and then lifted their shot glasses in toast, without even rolling the dice.

Unfortunately, it had reached the point, even with the game being as exciting as it had been, that all the girls were either growing too tired to continue, or too drunk either way. Stacy was definitely one of those in that category, though I was honestly disappointed that she wouldn't be one of those getting naked there in front of me either.

"Come on girls, lets take this upstairs and let the party-poopers get some sleep. The rest of us can do...other things."

That sounded like Angela, though I couldn't tell for sure. But I was again sure as hell disappointed. There was no way I dared sneak up the stairs to listen in, but then I remembered...I had my own private little secret waiting for me downstairs. All I had to do now was be patient, sit and wait until all the girls had gone up, and then sneak back into my own little retreat.

When I was sure everyone was gone, I quickly and quietly slipped back down the hallway, around the alcove, and then a step, or two maybe into the kitchen where I would be home free. I don't know what it was, but something caught my eye as I sort of froze mid-step, and then a voice as Angela stood just above me on the stairs.

"We forgot the..."

"Fucking tequila," I thought spotting the half empty gallon sitting on the floor where they'd left it.

The surprise in her eyes was an understatement, and for just half a second, I was sure she was going to call out, or worse...run upstairs to my sister.

"Please..." I said mouthing the words up to her. There was no point in saying anything else. Angela took a step and then another towards me. Soon standing beside me there in the hallway.

"You owe me then," she said, and actually reached down grabbing my crotch. I was still hard, and it was still very noticeable. She then walked over picking up the tequila turning to me, and as she did, lifting her almost see-through garment up and over her breasts. "Kiss them, each one," she said simply. I did so, kissing, half sucking maybe...but still kissing each nipple.

"That make us even?" I asked. She just laughed at that.

"Hardly," she said. "That's just for beginners!"

**

Several days passed. I was just starting to think I had gotten away with something when I discovered otherwise. I had come home after class. Angela was there waiting for my sister...and me. It wasn't all that unusual to find her waiting there either, even when mom was away. Very often before she had let herself in (knew where the back door key was hidden) and would make herself home until Stacy got home from attending her classes.

"Hi," I said tentatively having come upstairs from the basement intending on fixing something to eat. Angela sitting at the kitchen table, as though expecting me. Which I now knew, she had been.

"Time to pay up," she answered in response, telling me in a heartbeat that I hadn't gotten away with a damn thing.

"Listen...Angela, about the other night..."

"No Steven, I think you need to listen, unless of course you'd prefer it if I told Stacy about what I saw that night."

I knew Stacy would have my hide. And worse, if she told mom what I'd been doing, she'd have the rest of me.

"OK, fine. What's it going to cost me?" I asked.

"Nothing really bad...not really," Angela grinned wickedly. "At least not in that kind of a bad way, maybe in another bad...naughty, nasty way."

I almost said "naked", but then figured that would just further give proof to just how long I had been sitting there.

"Ok, so what do you want?"

"Why don't we...go back downstairs to your room," she suggested. And then without waiting for a response, brushed past me and headed on down the stairs. All I could do...was follow.

She was already sitting on the edge of my bed when I came in behind her. Though I stood there instead of coming the rest of the way in. She patted the bed, indicating where she wanted me. I was fucked. And I knew it.

"Hey? Am I really all that bad?" She asked.

"Well no. It's not that Angela. It's not that at all. It's just that...well you know, Debra and I."

"You mean the Debra that will be heading off to an entirely different school a month from now?" She asked. "That Debra?"

"Yeah, that one," I responded, though even I didn't see a whole lot of logic in that. In all seriousness, I didn't want to do anything that would cause friction between us in parting. After all, maybe things wouldn't work, I really had no delusions of that. But if it did come time for us to part, I'd rather we do so as friends.

She patted the bed a little more insistently this time. "Don't worry Steven, I would never make you do anything with...or to me, that you wouldn't want to do. That any better?"

It kind of was, but I was still confused to as to what she had on her mind then. "So what do you want?" I asked. To which she smiled that damn smile of hers again.

"Easy really. What I want you to do...is lay here on your bed, and jack off for me."

I looked at her incredulously. "You can't be serious."

"Oh but I am serious Steven. Ever since Stacy told me the story about walking in and catching you, I've masturbated while fantasizing and thinking about it. So I decided...why not have you do it for me?"

"That's it?" Nothing else? We're even then?"

"Well let's say....half even. But I won't ask for the other half until after Debra's gone and moved away, and I'll even make it easy on you then too. Deal?"

I thought about it. And then I thought about what Stacy might say or do...or mom.

"Ok, deal," I said actually starting to remove my clothing. "But no funny business either. And you can't be on the bed with me while I do this."

"Fair enough," Angela said. "But...no reason why I can't stand here naked playing with myself while watching you either, is there?"

"Fair enough," I responded back. Hell...I'd have jacked off for her with her fully clothed, but I wasn't about to tell her that.

Like I said. Had it been under any other circumstances, I might have suggested a few things myself. But I really didn't want there to be any complications. This...was perhaps complicated enough. I lay back however, watching her as she finished undressing. Now standing almost in the doorway, watching me as I began stroking myself. Now watching her. It was damn fucking hot.

I think her orgasm triggered mine. Seeing her as she stood there, fondling her sweet firm breasts, toying with her nipples with one hand, the other strumming her pussy like a violin. She began to shake, quiver, and then gutturally moan in ecstasy. As she did, I felt the first hard felt spurts of my prick as I began to ejaculate. Streamer after streamer of spunk skyrocketing from my prick tip to splash almost everywhere. I could have cared less. It was honestly exciting, watching her, with her watching me. And even after she had left. I lay there asking myself. "Why not fuck her?"

**

"So...did you get it?"

"In spades!" Stacy grinned holding up her digital camera. I'd not seen it resting on part of the unfinished wall near the laundry room. Stacy had managed to well conceal it, even if I'd suspected such a thing, which I hadn't. When I went out to mow the lawn, Stacy had snuck back downstairs, grabbed her camera, and now sat watching it all over again with Angela sitting by her side.

"Damn!"

"What?" Angela asked. "I think it turned out perfect. You can see everything!"

"Well, not everything. Maybe we should have had two camera's going. Then I could have watched and seen you too!"

Angela laughed. "You still can. Wanna?"

"Do I ever!" Stacy almost screamed already beginning to remove her clothing and then setting up the camera again.

And as I headed into the back yard to finish mowing there, I had no idea that Stacy and Angela stood there in the window looking down on me...fingering one another as they did.

**

Two days passed and nothing more had been said, or had happened. Once again I was thinking that perhaps life was getting back to (semi) normal again. Little did I know.

I had come home from class, entered in through my own private little entry, and found Stacy sitting in the middle of my bed. Now the thing was, we sort of had an unwritten agreement, and respect for one another's privacy. I didn't go into her room without being invited, and she wasn't...supposed...to go into mine.

"What the hell?" I said upon seeing her.

"Relax Steven, I know. And I'm sorry. Maybe I should have waited for you to come upstairs, but I couldn't. We need to talk."

"Ah oh," I said to myself. And then to her. "About...what?"

"I think you already know."

"Shit!" I said to myself once again. "Damn Angela, I knew I shouldn't have trusted her!"

"Hey come on, she's my best friend. You don't think she'd have told me? We don't keep secrets from one another Steven. You of all people, should know that."

I shook my head in agreement with her. I should have realized that, but now I was a little upset with Angela for other reasons.

"What else did she tell you?" I asked.

Stacy grinned. It was that patented, "I gotcha now," grin too.

I knew I hadn't gotten out of this yet. Like I said, I knew my sister, and I knew there was still hell to pay here. Especially when she was playing the roll of the Devil.

"All of it," she smiled looking at me, and then almost pouting.

"So what is it you want?"

"Same thing."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You. My own sister, wants to watch her brother masturbate?"

"Yep!"

"Stacy, you can't be serious. Why?"

"Because Angela got to. And because, I've always wanted to as well, ever since that day."

"You mean...that day..."

"Yep, that one. The one I told the story about with you sitting there listening."

She had me there.

"And if I don't?"

"If you don't. I have a little girl-to-girl chat with Debra."

"You do know what they call that don't you?"

"Uh...blackmail?" She asked.

"Very funny. Seriously sis. You'd tell Debra about this?"

"Oh yeah, especially the jacking off while Angela watched part. You bet your ass I would. So...which is it Steven? A little show for me? Or a little story for her?"

"You're a real bitch you know that?"

"Ah...but I'm your real little sister bitch, and I know that you love me anyway."

"I'm not so sure about that at the moment," I told her half seriously. But the other side of serious, much to my moralistic train of thought was oddly aroused. The thought that my very own sister, actually did want to watch me jack off, was a bit of a turn on. And then as I sat there thinking about it, I decided. "What the hell? Let's see what I can get out of all this." "OK...but under one condition," I challenged.

"Oh? And what's that?"

"You have to do what Angela did when she watched me." I figured two things at this point, either she would. Or she wouldn't. And maybe that would let me off the hook. To my surprise, she shocked me once again as she laughed.

"No problem. I was planning on doing that anyway."

**

Angela had to admonish herself to remain quiet as she crunched down beside the wall in the laundry room. One camera well hidden, pointed towards the bed. The other, as they had now learned, pointed at the door where Stacy would be standing.

The other girls were gonna love this!

**

It really was the first time I had actually seen my sister naked. Sure, I'd caught glimpses here and there a time or two, most of which had been when we were way too young to even be thinking along those lines. And then later, when maybe we were, she was a lot more careful because of it. As had I been, save for the bathroom incident. Now, here she was, standing right there in front of me without a single thing on. I could only shake my head in wonder. She might have been a royal pain in the ass from time to time, actually...most of the time. But there was no denying the fact, she had one hell of a gorgeous body! She even reminded me of that story, the one with Lady Godiva riding the horse naked. That long blonde hair of hers, part of which was draped over one of her breasts, somehow making her...and it, look even more sensual and erotic.

"Nice big cock...big brother," she teased looking at me as I actually began stroking it. How could I not? Never in a million years could I have imagined this happening, nor ever seeing her naked like this, right here in front of me. But she was. I noticed she wasn't completely devoid of hair like many girls were these days. True, it was hardly anything at all even then, just this little pussy-stash if you want to call it that I guess. And almost hard to see too. Stacy was after all, a true blonde. But somehow, for some reason, it made the rest of her beautiful bare pussy all the more inviting and alluring to me.

I almost lost it however when she bent at the knee slightly, reaching down, spreading herself. I could see the much darker colored pink flesh winking at me as she did that. And even better, this little pearly nubbin of inflamed desire as she now ran the tip of one finger over it's moist little head.

"Oh fuck Stace..." I said, shortening her name, now calling her the more affectionate nick-name I had used to call her.

"I've missed that," She told me, still rubbing her clit, though likewise cupping and massaging one of her breasts as well, "Stevie..." she answered back, in a nick-name from her that I still wasn't too comfortable with. "Hey...if you can call me by my name, then I can call you by your name," she smiled. Another thing I had missed. A genuine smile from her had been a while too.

"Ok, but "I'd better not hear anyone else calling me Stevie," I told her.

"Too late," Angela thought to herself, wondering if and when the right time might come along when she would.

"Like what you see? I sure do."

"Oh yes. Fuck yes Stacy," I moaned openly, slow stroking my prick, feeling a nice fat bubble of clear liquid lubrication slide from the slit of my cock.

"Ohh...that's nice," she said actually taking a step, her hand, and finger pointing towards my cock. I almost wished it.

"Now Stace..." I said freezing her in place. "This is bad enough. Don't make it worse, or I'll stop," I warned her. Though had she continued, I'm not sure I would have been able to do that thinking back.

Thankfully, she did though. "Don't stop," she near pleaded, her fingers quite busy now between her legs. I could honestly hear the wet, slippery sounds she was making. The sucking sounds of her pussy as it wrapped itself around her fingers, as she stood there, pounding them now in and out of herself. "Please don't stop," she said again. "I want to watch you cum. Cum for me Steven. Cum for me. I want to see that gorgeous big fucking cock of yours spurting a gallon of cream for me."

"Oh fuck!" I called out. Hearing her say that, seeing her, hearing the sounds her fingers were making, the look in her eyes, that inward, soulful moment of intimacy, vulnerability when the spasmodic joy, release and rapture takes over. 




Cumming Clean



"Yes! Yes!" She screamed, just as I did. Laying there watching geyser after geyser of white hot spunk leaping from my cock. And funny too. I could have sworn I'd heard a third "Yes" in there somewhere, though it certainly didn't sound like her. But then again...maybe not. I was still too far out of it to really care at the moment.

**

Stacy was running late so she had called ahead to let Angela know she would be. I knew because I'd been sitting there at the kitchen table talking to her when my sister called. She looked at me and smiled, and then stood up walking out of the room.

"Ah...private stuff," I mused.

Mom was home too. Obviously upstairs changing though I had just come in myself a few minutes ago, so she hadn't come down yet. Her laptop was still on the table, and it was open. I knew she had a lot of confidential files on there, and not that I didn't trust Angela...but she was after all, a snoop. I also saw she still had a memory stick attached, so I shut that down and removed it as well, placing it on top of mom's laptop. I had warned her about leaving it like that before, even when she didn't think anyone was around. It was too easy to lose all that information, which she had already done a while back. Thank god for backups.

Having done that, I headed back downstairs to my room to change. It was my turn to fix dinner tonight, though as tired as I was, sounded like another one of those Pizza nights again. Stacy wouldn't mind.

I heard Angela come back into the room just as I headed down towards mine, still talking on the phone to Stacy actually. Last thing I heard her say as I entered, "Oh yeah...I see it."

After I had changed, I came back upstairs again. Mom was relaxing, drink in hand. "So what's for dinner tonight?" She asked.

"Pizza?" I sort of offered. She laughed though.

"Pizza sounds fine. I'm tired tonight anyway, probably even turn in early. Oh, and by the way, your sister's home. Tell her she's not getting out of chores tonight just because we're having pizza. She needs to change the sheets on her bed at the very least."

Just then Stacy came bounding down the stairs. "There...you can tell her yourself," I suggested. But Stacy called out to us on her way out the front door.

"Don't hold dinner! I'm eating over at Angela's tonight. We have study work to do together!" And with that, she was gone.

I got on the phone to order Pizza. Mom now looking around like she was missing something.

"Damn girl, always borrowing my stuff," she stated. "Oh, never mind, there it is," she amended. I looked over, nodding at her as I finished ordering dinner.

Thirty minutes later the pizza arrived, and mom hadn't come back down the stairs yet. I went to the landing calling up to her, but there was no answer, so I climbed the stairs until reaching the bedroom hallway. Her bedroom door was shut. I walked over, knocking.

"Mom? Pizza's here!" I announced. It took a moment before she answered.

"I'll ah...be down in a few," she said. She had an odd tone of voice, figured maybe she was just tired, like she said. 

"Ok, well...can always warm it up for you when you're ready too," I added.

"Yeah, thanks," she said. And all was silent again.

Oddly enough, she never did come out of her room, so I figured she had simply fallen asleep.

I was in the den watching TV when Stacy arrived home later on that evening. To my surprise, she had a kiss and a smile for me when she came in. "There's cold pizza if you want some," I told her.

"Nah thanks. I'm tired. Headed to bed. Long day tomorrow," she told me, and then headed upstairs. It wasn't long before I heard her suddenly racing downstairs again.

"Steven?" She asked worriedly.

"Yeah? What?"

"You didn't happen to take my memory stick for some reason did you?" 

"No, why?" I followed Stacy into the kitchen however as she hadn't responded yet. She seemed to be looking for something.

"Lose something?" Now she looked panicked, still looking around.

"I called earlier. Told Angela I would leave a memory stick out for her on top of my laptop. She needed to download something for me," she said.

"Yeah, I vaguely remember her saying something about that," as I recalled.

"She told me she put it back, but I didn't see it when I went to check." 

Just then I glanced down at the floor. There was a black memory stick that had obviously gotten knocked off the table somehow. I walked over picking it up.

"This it?"

"No, that's moms. Mine is silver," she explained. And then suddenly she looked up at me. "Oh my god!"

"What?"

"Was...was mom working on her laptop earlier?" She asked nervously.

"Matter of fact, she was. And matter of fact, come to think of it, mom thought that maybe you'd borrowed or taken something from her. Have anything to do with that?"

I thought for a moment that Stacy was going to sick up.

**

It was rare that mom ever called in sick. I couldn't even count the number of times on one hand that she had in the last two years.

"Hmm, maybe she was coming down with something last night," I mused. Maybe everybody was, the way that Stacy had looked shortly after that. Soon after heading upstairs to her room without a further word.

I had stopped by mom's room on the way to class, though I didn't dare knock, not hearing anything, and figuring she was still sleeping. So I left. Oddly enough, Stacy had left already as well. Usually she didn't leave until an hour after I had, having later classes. I figured simply she'd planned on some extra study time, with Angela no doubt. Off to an early start. And with that, I headed off to school.

Little did I know, it was going to turn out to be..."One of those days."

**

I got home later that afternoon, soon after heading upstairs to the kitchen to fix myself a late afternoon snack. There was a letter sitting on the table addressed to Stacy and I. It was in mom's hand, so I opened it. It read:

"Steven, I know you'll be home before your sister is. When she get's home, don't let her go anywhere. I need to talk to the two of you. So come upstairs to my room as soon as she gets here."

It was a very strange note to have gotten from my mother. And now it worried me. Was she indeed sick? Was there something she wasn't telling us? Some secret she'd been keeping from the two of us? I was almost beside myself when Stacy arrived home a short time later. She looked as bad as she had yesterday.

"Seen mom?"

"Funny you should ask," I said handing her the note. She read it, seemed to turn green as she looked at me. She swallowed.

"Oh fuck. Steven!"

"What?"

"I think mom saw the video."

"What video?"

And then she told me.

"Fuck Stacy! Fuck!" And then I was sick.

"So she's upstairs? Waiting?"

"Apparently...so. Thanks to you and your little friend there," I told her. "Good luck getting us out of this one," I added. "Don't be too damn surprised if mom kicks the two of us out after what she's seen and heard."

Together we slowly walked up the stairs heading to mom's room. I felt like a man on his way to the gallows. I knocked, heard nothing, and then knocked again. Finally.

"Come in," mom's voice. It didn't sound tired this time however. More like...resolved.

"Shit, we're really in for it," I told my sister, reaching for the doorknob as I did.

"I know. I'm so sorry Steven. I'm so...so, sorry."

The door opened. Mom sitting at the small little desk in her room. Her back currently towards us however. And worse...she'd just started up the video again. Unfortunately, Angela had done a really nice job of splicing the two videos in together. Actually...three. In moments, there was additional footage of Angela and Stacy on a bed together. Stacy's bed. And worse, the two of them talking about me, talking about threesomes, as they went down on one another, and then used toys on one another. One of which, just happened to be one of mom's toys as I later found out. 

There I was, laying on the bed, cock in hand. Then a quick shot of Stacy, standing near the foot of my bed, naked...playing with herself, and then more footage of the two girls humping cunts. It was mind blowing, and might have even been arousing under different circumstances.

"So tell me. How long has this been going on anyway?" She asked, and then spoke again before either of us could. "NO! Don't tell me. I don't think I really want to know. It was eerie weird. The three of us there, no one talking, the video...on full screen playing. Seeing myself, seeing Stacy, the two of us climaxing together. I was mortified, and at a loss for words.

Mom finally turned around in her chair facing towards us. She still had her bathrobe on. That, and only that. It was open, and she was naked beneath it.

"Mom, I can explain," Stacy began. I don't even think she noticed that mom's robe was partially open, though I sure as hell did.

"No. Now it's my turn to talk," mom said effectively shutting her up. I knew, as Stacy now did. There was nothing either one of us could say to make this any better. "I've been sitting here all day, thinking about this. Watching this," she added to that. "You both know, that for years now, ever since your dad passed away, that I have never gone out, never dated, never done anything with anyone."

"I know mom...but."

"Shut up Steven. Like I said. Now it's my turn. Now the two of you are going to hear me out before I lose my nerve here."

I looked at Stacy, she looked at me. Mom continued.

"You know how hard it's been? For me? I'm not washed up here you know. I still have feelings, desires...wants...needs. I don't think I'm in bad shape for my age, giving birth to two kids, do you?" She opened her robe fully. Yeah, she had some tell-tale signs of ancient stretch-marks maybe. And maybe she even had a little pooch to her tummy, but it was hardly noticeable. What was noticeable, were mom's breasts. They had hardly any sag at all to them. They even looked to be as big as Stacy's were, and though maybe not quite as firm and full, they were every bit as much alluring and sensual. And to find myself standing there actually looking at them, had taken me by surprise. It had taken us both by surprise.

"No you're certainly not..."

"Shut up Steven," She said again. "Hear me out."

Once again I clamped up. But it was damn curious standing there, looking at mom with everything exposed the way she was.

"I can't blame you," she said. "I can't judge, or deny something I've been wanting to do and have been fantasizing about for years now. That's the reason I've never dated anyone, seen anyone. Everything I've thought about, especially masturbating, has either included one, or the both of you. I'm not ashamed to say it. And especially after seeing this, after watching it all day. So I finally came to a decision. Either you include me...or the two of you promise me to refrain from ever having sexual relations with one another ever again."

You could have knocked me over with a feather.

**

Once again I turned looking at my sister, who was likewise looking at me.

"Now...one more thing. I want the two of you to go downstairs and talk about this, now. I want you to make a decision, and then when you have, come up and tell me. Now go!"

I think Stacy and I both were still in a state of shock. We quickly headed downstairs, heading straight for the bar where I fixed the two of us a stiff drink.

"Can you believe what just happened?" Stacy asked incredulously, sitting down on the couch as I took the chair adjacent to her.

"No...not really. I mean, did you hear what she said?"

Obviously we had.

"Should we tell her? The truth?"

"I'm not sure she'd even believe it if we did. And not only that, even if she did...imagine how she'd feel now after what she told us."

"So now what?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"Would you want to?"

"Would you?"

"I asked you first," I said pulling the 'I asked you first card.' One of the rules she and I had lived by.

Stacy actually smiled. "I wouldn't mind really hooking up, if you didn't."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And what about mom? How'd you feel about, well you know...fucking her?"

"Since we're discussing this, talking about it. I'll tell you this sis. I've thought about it, growing up sure. Especially after dad died. The old stepping in as the man of the house sort of thing. Never acted on it of course, but I have thought about it yes."

"So would you then? Be ok with that? Fucking mom, and me?"

"I think that's easier for me sis. I mean, think about it. It wasn't just me she was eluding too. It was both of us. Obviously after seeing the video of you and Angela going at it, she knows your not opposed to being with women. And when DID that start by the way?"

"Never mind that. I'll tell you later. Right now we need to come to a decision about this. About us, about mom."

"I already have," I told her. "I'm in. So as far as any of this goes...it's entirely up to you."

Stacy almost screamed in delight, actually jumping off of the floor into my arms. "I'm in too," she told me. "So now what?"

"Well, I think that's now up to mom. But we need to tell her about our decision."

"Tell her? Or show her?"

"Show her?"

"Yeah silly, what better way?" Stacy slid down out of my arms, and almost immediately began to get undressed. I laughed, and then followed suit. "Ah...you might want to get that thing a little harder than it is now," she said pointing at me. "Otherwise, mom might not believe you."

"Good point," I said reaching out, cupping my sister's breasts. "This'll only take a moment."

**

Together we walked hand in hand...or rather, hand on cock actually, upstairs to mom's room. We knocked, she invited us in...and so we went. She looked relieved, perhaps a little surprised as we entered.

"Wow! To be honest kids, I didn't think you two would actually want to include me."

"Don't be silly mother," Stacy said. "In fact, I have a few stories to tell you that might show and prove to you otherwise."

"Ah yeah, me too mom," I admitted. "Just one thing though...could you not call us kids?"

Mom laughed at that, heartily, which was good to hear.

"One more thing though," she indicated as she stood. And as she did, mom allowed the robe to fall away from her. "I don't care who you're seeing, dating...or fucking, and that includes Angela," she said looking directly at Stacy. "As well as Debra, or whoever else you're seeing. What we do...remains private between just the three of us, understood?"

"Not a problem for me," I answered turning towards my sister again.

"Nor me," Stacy responded back. "This is one secret I can guarantee I won't share with Angela."

"Well...at least for now," mom winked. "See how things go before we go off and include anyone else, agreed?"

"Agreed!" Stacy and I said together. 

"So, now what?" I asked.

"That's easy," mom smiled pulling Stacy and I into her bed. "Come be naughty with your mother."

**

That first night together will forever remain as one of the most incredible experiences of my entire life. Maybe it was made even more so, because Stacy and I hadn't actually done anything aside from watching one another masturbate. A truth we never let on, or made any attempt to explain to mom. After all, what would be the point of it now? The idea, or assumption that we had been, had been enough to convince our mother to "come clean" as it were. To finally express the emotions, desires and feelings she had been harboring for years, and had never acted on allowed her to become something more. Something better. Mom's overall demeanor had changed, though so had mine as well as Stacy. Mom was far less stressed for one thing, far happier certainly. The mind games that Stacy and I had played with one another seemed stupid and pointless now too. The intimacy we had all shared now seemed to wash away the secret, unspoken of thoughts, actions and feelings we'd all struggled with over time. We thought the changes were subtle, maybe for us they had been. But others, like Angela saw the differences and had once even tried to coax out of Stacy what had happened. Only because she knew something had.

It had been several weeks now. Our life together settling into more of a normal routine. The initial excitement, wonder of doing things together we'd never dreamed of, not quite as overwhelming as they'd once been. It was a different kind of excitement now. Something that we still all looked forward to, and still took advantage of every chance that we could.

It was a typical Saturday morning. I'd gone for an early morning game of basketball with the guys, returning home well before noon. Funny...but it was a rare thing now that I came into the house through my own entry, usually coming in through the back door now instead. I could hear laughter coming from upstairs. Setting my gym bag down on the floor near the stairs, I took them two at a time, soon after headed down the hallway towards mom's room. Sure enough, just as I expected, mom and Stacy were curled up in bed together, laying side-by-side fingering one another playfully.

"About time, we were just about to start without you," mom said.

"Looks to me like, you did," I responded back, already feeling the swelling of my prick in arousal, standing there looking down at the two of them. I can't tell you the number of times I was perfectly content to either sit there on the bed, or in the chair, jacking myself off just watching the two of them together. And to be fair about it, there were also times when Stacy did so as well, or mom. It wasn't always all of us together. That's what made it so unique, so refreshing. There was never any jealousy, or feeling of being left out. No one did anything behind anyone else's back. You just enjoyed, whenever, and with whomever you wanted to, when the time was right.

Like it was now.

"Go shower!" Mom informed me, looking up with that wicked gleam in her eye. Stacy still making swirls with her finger over mom's enormous swollen clit. Something we had both learned and had come to be fascinated with. Just sucking it was like sucking on someone's pinky-finger. That' how bit it was. And then on top of that, finding out and discovering that mom was a "squirter" too.

"As much as I enjoy sucking your cock, I do prefer it when it's not all sweaty and stinky."

I laughed at that, shrugging out of my gym shorts and shirt, turning and then heading towards the now shared bathroom. After all, we'd now spent more time in mom's room than we did anywhere else. Having a King sized bed was ideal for sex-play anyway, and I had lost track of the number of times we'd fallen asleep together in it afterwards.

By the time I had finished with my shower and returned, mom and Stacy where in a side-by-side '69' with one another. As erotic as that looked, I might have been perfectly content to simply sit there and watch. But mom's words had stuck with me ever since she'd said them. Nobody, and I mean nobody, including Stacy, could suck cock the way that mom did.

"Ah...all clean and shiny I see," mom quipped finally forcing Stacy away from her. Once again, there was no jealousy in her having done that. The two of them no doubt, already at it for hours now before I came in. "Here, lay here," mom said patting the bed. I climbed up into it, excited as hell now for what was to come. As mom slithered down between my legs, and even before she began running that long delicate tongue of hers up and down my shaft, I motioned over towards my sister.

"Come here sis. Let me eat that sweet little pussy of yours while she's doing that."

You didn't have to ask her twice. In a twinkling of an eye, Stacy was straddling my head, her own glistening wet lips pressing against my face as my tongue danced on the surface of her clit, as mom's mouth and lips played my cock like a flute. It was once again another symphony of unbridled passion and lust that almost everyday, consumed us.




Cumming Clean



Mom had soon after brought me close to the edge. And though I would have been perfectly content, cuming in her mouth, especially as she loved doing that, I was in great need of feeling that silky sweet pussy surrounding me at the moment instead.

"Fuck me mother," I spoke. "I need to cum inside you this time."

She loved that when I did. Loved the feeling of it as I throbbed inside her, spraying my seed. Though so did Stacy. One of her favorite little quirks, going down on mom after I had done that, licking her out.

Mom slid up and over me, now resting against me, not quite yet slipping herself over and down my cock. She loved teasing me like that at first, just kissing my prick with her lips, mashing herself against it, slithering up and down, up and down. It was like to drive me crazy before she'd finally slide up at some point, and then down on me, driving me deeply inside when she did.

"Play with my tits honey." I didn't need to be asked twice either. I loved playing with mom's breasts. They were always so soft, and so pliant. It was such a delight in kneading them, squeezing them, and especially pulling on her nipples. She loved that, though I always saved the hard almost painful pull on them when she was in the midst of her orgasm. It always seemed to intensify it for her whenever we did that.

Stacy had moved over to sit beside the two of us looking on. Watching, she loved doing that, just as I did. Already anxious for the mixed nectar of our coupling which she would feast on shortly. Mom leaned forward, capturing one of Stacy's breasts as she held it, gently sucking on her pink hard little nipple. I likewise reached over, slipping one hand into my sister's cunt, feeling her heat, her moisture and depth, fingering that wet little quim of hers as mom slid slowly up and down my cock now, fucking me with a tenderness that never ceased to amaze me.

"Knock, knock. Anyone home?"

The sound of Angela's voice coming up from the living room below alerting us to the fact that she'd once again come in without ringing the bell, or knocking. Though in truth, that was our fault. We'd allowed that since the beginning.

"Either we need to change the locks on the doors, or we need to change the rules around here," mom snickered.

"Too late for that," I chuckled back, then adding. "Now what?"

I know I wasn't going to stop what I was doing, I was too fucking close. Though by the look on mom's face, neither was she.

"Can you...trust her?" Mom asked Stacy. Stacy grinned.

"Yes, I actually do trust her. But if necessary, I can ensure her silence as well."

"You mean...blackmail?"

"Yes, of course. What else would I mean?" We all laughed, though the sound of Angela now slowly climbing up the stairs could be heard.

"Should we stop?" I asked, hoping against it.

"No fucking way!" Mom announced, actually picking up the tempo a little. Stacy actually giggled upon seeing that.

"This should be good. I'm actually looking forward to seeing the expression on her face!" She added, and then called out. "Angela? We're up here...in mom's room!"

Your best friend coming over unexpectedly. Secretly harboring thoughts and desires herself. Walking in on someone's mother busily fucking her son with her daughter looking on while they did.

Priceless.

**

Although it was fun on occasion, including Angela in our playtime, and admittedly having finally fucked her myself, which I was actually glad I had done. I still preferred our moments with just the three of us, as I suspect, we all did.

I think the most amazing thing was constantly thinking about it, looking forward to it whenever we did. Don't get me wrong, we actually did settle into a normal (well semi-normal) life and routine. It wasn't like we were constantly fooling around, though at times it perhaps seemed like that. But we'd established a sort of silent signal with one another which made things easier on all of us. And...which I might add, probably did contribute to the fact we all seemed to be enjoying sex a lot more frequently now that any of us ever had. Nudity, was no longer a problem. And as we'd decided long ago, that would be the silent "OK" we'd give out, if any of us was interested, or in the mood. Simple stupid I called it. Quite naturally, I always seemed to be in "The mood" and as such ran around most of the time at home now, without anything on.

Sometimes mom did, sometimes Stacy did. And sometimes of course, we all did. But not always. And I again can't express enough that no one ever felt jealousy, or felt like they were being left out, or ignored. In other words, there were no closed doors. Walking in on mom and Stacy, or mom walking in on us...or whatever combination was never an obstacle. Sometimes you joined in, sometimes you just watched...and sometimes, though rarely, you didn't.

I had to laugh at Angela. Even though she'd now joined us on occasion, she had at last quit entering without knocking first and being invited. Though usually she called first before coming over. She had in fact called moments ago. She and Stacy agreeing to study hard that evening for final exams the following week. I'd been in the family room watching TV, naked of course...as I usually was, when mom got home from work. Seeing me, she set her purse down on the table, walking over.

Without any hesitation she asked me. "Would you like me to suck your cock before I start fixing dinner?" She asked. It was a rhetorical question. I was already half-hard anyway, just hoping for something like that. 

"You don't even need to ask," I assured her unnecessarily. "Though just so you know, Angela is on her way over here to study with Stacy."

"I bet she'll be studying something else later on," mom quipped already unbuttoning her blouse so I could play with her tits while she blew me. She knew how much I loved that, though so did she. "But if she thinks she's going to jump in, she's going to have to wait to do that," she added. "If she wants to watch, that's one thing," she grinned. "But I've been looking forward to sucking the cum out of your prick all day!"

As Angela had called ahead, she basically already had permission to come in without knocking, though she did so anyway when she arrived. I called out to her from the room we were in, seeing her enter moment's later. I guess maybe it was still a bit of a surprise to her, seeing this. But she smiled, walking over, now looking down as mom continued slathering away on my cock, while I in turn continued fondling and caressing her bare breasts.

"Stacy in her room?"

"Obviously," I deadpanned. "Otherwise, she'd be here helping mom."

"Not this time!" Mom managed, just barely releasing my prick in order to speak. "This one's all mine!" I grinned, shrugging my shoulders.

"I wouldn't mind staying to watch, but I really need to talk to Stacy about something," she said somewhat excitedly. I pointed over my shoulders up towards the stairs. I couldn't speak at the moment anyway, already my toes were starting to curl, and mom had begun doing that vacuum thing she did with her lips, which would soon trigger my release.

I vaguely remember hearing Angela's footsteps as she raced up the stairs to my sister's room. My mind otherwise engaged however as the first wonderful spurt from my cock shot into my mother's hot sucking mouth. As always...it was glorious.

Mom had just finished putting her beautiful breasts away when we both heard the sound of the girls coming back down the stairs. Stacy coming into the room first, grinning from ear to ear, Angela standing just off to one side behind her.

"Go ahead Angela. Tell em what you told me!"

Mom and I were both curious at this point, seeing the girls excitement. "Yes Angela, tell us...what's the big news?"

And then she was grinning, and blushing all at once. "I fucked daddy last night!"

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Similar to our circumstance, Angela lived alone with her father and had done so for many years now. Her mother, like dad had passed away, though she'd been killed in a tragic car accident. Ever since, they had lived alone together. And according to what we knew, her dad never got out much. Didn't really date much either. And unfortunately, as of late, had been spending more and more time at one of the local bars. He had come home, not quite inebriated, but not totally sober either. He had thought that Angela was either at her part time job, or over here...as she usually was. As such, he had gone into her room, not realizing she was home, and at the moment, busy in the kitchen. She'd gone up stairs to her room, only to catch him standing there with a pair of her cotton panties draped over his cock. He was jerking off in to them. Mortified upon seeing her when she entered, he dropped down onto the bed, sitting there crying, and then begging for her forgiveness. According to her story, she forgave him by taking her clothes off. They had spent the entire night together in rapturous embrace.

"So...now what?" She asked us. "I mean, who better to ask?" She said looking at the three of us. "I know daddy's still dealing with a little guilt over all this, though he's been fawning all over me with a special breakfast even. I'm just not sure what I should say to him after what happened."

"That's easy. First, would you like to do it again?" Mom asked, to which Angela nodded her head yes.

"Well in that case, tell him you want to."

"I did. He's just not too sure about it, worried about what anyone else might think should they find out about it. He's really feeling bad, and I'm not sure I can say anything to make him realize, I want to continue. Obviously, he doesn't know about this...about us. Which is now another concern of mine of course."

"Of course," mom nodded in agreement. "Perfectly understandable. Is he home now?"

"Yes. Told him I needed to study with Stacy tonight. And wouldn't be home until late. He almost looked relieved when I said that."

"Best that I go over and have a little chat with him myself then. He's apt to stew himself into crisis if I don't."

"Would you?" Angela asked looking much relieved. Though also curious as to what mom might tell him in order to convince him that things were still ok. As was I.

"Yeah, this might take a while, so don't hold dinner for me," mom smiled. "I really think it will be best if we come clean with everything."

"Everything?" Stacy questioned.

"Yeah, everything," mom responded back. "Now...run up stairs and get that memory stick."

There had been a lot more added to that since the original. Stacy headed off to retrieve it as I stood there (still naked) looking on. "You sure about this?"

"Don't worry. I'll play it by ear at first. Test the waters so to speak, and then let him know about a few things. After that, if I can see he's ok with things, I'll show him a bit of our videos, see how he responds to that."

"Maybe you shouldn't show him any of Angela and I, just in case," I suggested.

"I wasn't planning to. Not yet anyway. But it might not hurt to show him a few of her...with me. Again, after I'm pretty confident he's not going to freak out after I tell him about us at least."

"Good luck with that," I said cautiously, a little worried.

"Leave it to me," mom winked, and then headed upstairs to her room to change. She came down a short time later, a pair of fairly short, white shorts on, and a really tight tee, no bra. It was obvious she wasn't wearing one, especially the way her nipples stood there pressing against it.

"That'll work!" Stacy laughed, as did we all.

"Works for me!" I certainly noted as my cock had once again risen to full staff.

Mom grinned, gave my prick a firm little shake, and then sauntered out the door. Stacy and Angela already climbing out of their clothing.

"Might as well keep busy ourselves for a while," Stacy spoke. "No telling what's going to happen next after all this," she added.

And she was certainly right about that.

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-The end-



Cumming Deep In Your Arse



I had seen one of Premier Inn's periodic giveaway offers and booked three of four up a few months ago. I booked two Thursday evenings after your work, one Thursday during the day and a Monday night. The 3rd October was the first Thursday and wow was it a good one!!!

We weren't going to have that much time as you'd probably be getting there about 7.45 and we'd have to go about 9.15, but we did cram a lot in.....

So I check in and wait for you to get there - I go back downstairs and as always I pin you to the wall of the lift as we go up to our room. We come together like North and South poles of a magnet kissing deeply immediately, clothes coming off very quickly and I sit or rather sprawl in the armchair. You take a little lube onto your hand and start to wank me in that leisurely, hugely sexual way you always do - I tell you to suck me but you make me wait a little, enjoying the feel of my big hard cock in your palm. It is almost hypnotic the way you do it, then you do sink to your knees and take me into your warm, wet, sucking mouth and you start to suck me as you pump my shaft up and down in that deliciously leisurely way again.

You sit right back on your heels as you suck so you can look up and I can see your beautiful face as you do so. You push my foreskin all the way down with your lips as you suck me in deep. You build up a wonderful sucking rhythm using your hand as well - you pull my cock back toward you a little, and look up at me as you suck - your eyes are fixed on mine, your mouth full of my hard curved cock - but actually it's not mine but yours now and as you suck me you know that deep in your heart. You are sucking me the way you do when you want me to fill your mouth with my seed but I want to fuck you very hard.

I tell you to lie on the bed and as I put a couple of pillows under your beautiful bottom you know what I am about to do. I place a pillow on the floor and start to lick your pussy - I push my tongue into your pussy, lick your clitoris a little and reach for the lube. You shiver cos you know what I am about to do. I take some lube onto my finger and rub it gently onto your arsehole, just getting it nice and lubricated but without applying any inward pressure. I start to lick your arsehole in long flat strokes, while at the same time my hands are very busy - one is fingering your clitty, the other squeezing your beautiful plump belly. I increase the pressure on your arsehole and start to press inwards with my tongue. You start to moan as my tongue presses in deeper, up to a good centimetre - I move my fingers from your clit and push one finger quite deep inside your arse. I move it round and round in little circles - you grip me tightly but I feel you relax a little - I resume tongue-fucking your arsehole again, this time deeper and more insistent. 

My cock is like an iron bar by now and I stand up. You move your luscious plump bottom nearer to the edge of the bed and spread your thighs wide wide open. I pour lube on my cockhead and shaft and get it good and covered.

I nudge my cock to the entrance to your arse and nudge in just a half a centimetre or so - I rock back and forth pushing gently - I nudge the head in and pause - you catch your breath and I just hold it steady a few moments - I feel your arse relax some more and I press a little further in - you moan loudly - not in pain but as I start to fill your back passage with my hot thick manhood. Are you ready I whisper - you moan a quiet yes and I gently press all the way in. Your arse is now full of my hard curved cock.

You gasp as I take hold of your thighs and start to arse-fuck you gently. My knees are on the edge if the mattress and I start to build up a rhythm - I am slipping on the carpet though and adjust my position. I keep slipping so tell you to move further onto the bed and turn onto all 4s. I grasp the head of my cock and push right into your arse in one deep hard movement. You gasp and I start to pound you hard, really hard. I take hold of your hair in one hand and pull your head back firmly. I slap your fat bottom hard as I pull your hair and start to fuck you really hard.

I know I am going to cum in your arse - can feel the tingling and tightening in my balls and along my shaft-. I pick up speed till I am slamming into you just as hard as I when I fuck your pussy. You can sense I am getting near and as I start to moan so do you - I feel my seed boil and I explode inside your beautiful fat bottom - massive shudders as I fill you very deeply. After I cum you lie prone and I stay inside you, my cock still hard, your arse full of cock and cum. It takes me ages to calm down and I lie in you and envelop you - I learn later my cum stayed inside your arse till the small hours.



Cumming Early in the Morning



Couldn't sleep, so I thought a nice cum might help.

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