****** My Name Is Sarah by Belgarion ******
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My Name Is Sarah


Note from the author: Special thanks to my friend, The Purvv, for pestering me
into completing this story, and for lending his assistance.

My name is Sarah. My father died last month, and after long hours of
reflection, I have finally decided to tell this story. It is only the beginning
of what turned out to be a wonderful time of my life; one in which I hope to
preserve by putting it in writing.

I will begin, as all stories should, at the beginning.

My parents moved to a small city in eastern Canada shortly before my mother
gave birth to me. The childbirth was very difficult for her and for three
months afterward she was very sick, finally giving up the fight. My father was
left alone to take care of me from infancy forward.

Being a stranger to the area he had no friends or family to take care of me so
most of the first five years of my life I was tended to by total strangers that
dad hired while he worked twelve hours a day at his business, which allowed for
him to accumulate a comfortable sum. I didn't realize it at the time but he was
being driven by the need to take care of me on a full time basis. Dad was one
who believed strongly that no child should be brought up by strangers, so that
by the time that I turned five, he had made enough and had established his
business in such a way that he was only needed to be there part-time.

Once I was old enough to go to school and he had slowed down he was able to
spend much of his time with me. At age five, my father was thirty-five. As far
as I could see I was the most important person in his life.

Early on in my life I didn't really take any notice but the truth was that I
looked almost identical to my mother. Upon reflection I think that maybe that's
why my father and I were so close.

My mother, as far as I can see from pictures, was tall, five feet nine inches,
long sandy hair blue eyes and very beautiful, she could have had any man she
wanted, but she chose my dad... how romantic.

He was a small man, five feet six inches, weighed about one hundred and fifty
pounds with blue eyes and short blond hair that never seemed to change. How my
mother fell in love with him, I'm still not sure, but at the end I think I
know. He did have a certain charm.

Now you can probably imagine what kind of girl I would become. For the next
seven years my father educated me, cherished me, and loved me with all his
heart. When I left for school, I would always have a nice hot breakfast waiting
for me, at lunchtime my father would be waiting with a good lunch, and finally
after school he would always be waiting for me, ready to help me with my
homework and dinner. Nobody could ask for a better father.

He was always ready to answer all questions and now, thinking back, I asked him
a lot about mother in those early years and I'm sure it was very painful for
him but I never noticed; he always answered me with a smile. How much I loved
him then and love him still, even though he's now gone.

By the time that I reached the age of twelve, things slowly changed in our
house. By then my father didn't really have to work. He had sold the house he
lived in before my mother died, sold his business, and had received money from
other sources, which I was never privy to. I guess that by most standards we
were quite wealthy by then. He always knew how to handle money.

Looking back, he had spent all of my early years at home taking care of me,
sacrificing his own life. When I think about it I feel like crying... He must
have loved me very much.

At that time I had started to develop into a young women, which in turn caused
me to ask different kinds of questions of my father. He tried to answer them as
best he could and when he did not know an answer he would find out and tell me.
Some were pretty embarrassing, like my first period, boys, and those first
urges a young women feels at my age.

Around that time, I guess my father was starting to get nervous, and who
wouldn't, living around a young twelve-year-old girl who was already five feet
five inches tall, had long blond hair, blue eyes, feminine body, skin like
cream, blossoming breast and who was totally unaware of the effect she had on
other men including her father? In those days I was totally innocent. I always
dressed properly when I went to school or when we had guests at the house.

However around the house I must have been making his life miserable. He told me
later how hard it was becoming for him around me when we were alone at home
during the evenings. I slept in the nude, and I have for as long as I can
remember. So when the time came to put on a PJ I liked to wear as little as
possible. Most of the time at home I wore a small T-shirt and some underwear.
When you are 8 it's not so bad but when you are twelve and getting curves where
you didn't have any before you get noticed, even if your father is the only one
looking.

It was also at that time that I found out about sex. It was quite by accident
really. I was doing my chores, one of which was to do the laundry, when I found
some of dad's 'naughty' books hidden in a closet in his room, Playboy magazines
and others. They were all quite graphic, big tits, big penises, all of those
things I had never seen before. It made me very curious.

I snuck one from his room and read a few of the articles. It was here that I
first found out a lot about sexuality. Of course it was all very crude, but
some were quite helpful. That's when I started masturbating. The most profound
and incredible sensation I had ever experienced.

That first day I devoured that book, pictures and stories. That night after
dinner and after cleaning the dishes, I spent a few hours, playing cards and
watching TV with my father. I really had a difficult time. I knew I wanted to
masturbate just like in the books, yet I was afraid my father would know it
immediately, so I stalled.

After a short while, when I thought it would be safe, I kissed my father
goodnight and went to bed. I took off my little PJ and took the book that I
snuck out of dad's closet and started to read. I wanted to try what I had read
about earlier, not just think of it. I was a bit scared. I couldn't imagine
what would happen if I did try what was shown. I finally decided to mimic the
girl in the book. Ever so slowly I ran my hand down until I reached my vulva. I
was actually wet from anticipation and although I was not sure why I was I
assumed it was normal.

I found out quite quickly that a wet finger is much more pleasurable that a dry
one. So I slipped my finger inside my outer lips and ever so slowly inserted my
index inside of me. The feeling I got was interesting but nothing to write home
about. After all, by then I had already inserted a Tampax during my periods.

Following my guide's instruction I slipped my finger outside my hole and slowly
brought it up, until I found my little clit. I'm sure that my eyes popped out
from my head when my finger actually touched it. It took just a few little
touches on my clit to bring me off, I actually cried out with pleasure, feeling
my first orgasm. Without knowing it, I had kept my finger on my clit and while
I was cumming I was pressing harder and harder, making my orgasm even more
intense. When it finally subsided, it seemed like hours to me, but I'm pretty
sure the entire thing did not last more than a few seconds. I was full of sweat
and my heart was pumping miles a minute.

And, of course, my father was standing in the doorway...

He was there right in front of me with a look of surprise on his face, looking
at me with my finger on my womanhood just finishing my first orgasm. I just
looked at him dumbly, beet red, unmoving. My father closed the door and left
without saying a word.

At that moment I was more afraid of what my father would say about me reading
his books than of his seeing me masturbate. I was sure it was my cry of
pleasure that brought him from his room; maybe he thought I was in trouble. Not
to say that I was not embarrassed to know that my father caught me butt naked
with my hand on my clit, but after all, it was a natural thing.

Summoning up my courage, I got up from the bed and put on a long T-shirt and
began the trek to 'face the music'. I slowly opened my door and looked about. I
could see the light from under the door to my father's room and guessed that he
had gone back inside. I had to go and see him, to try to explain.

Walking slowly towards his door, still somewhat afraid, I was just about to
knock when I heard a muffled sound. It was hard to make it out but he seemed to
be out of breath. Instead of knocking I decided to open the door just a crack.
I was definitely not prepared to see what I saw.

Father was lying down on the bed on his back. His legs were on the side with
his feet on the floor. His robe was on the floor near the door. His hand was
stroking his HUGE penis. He gasped again. As I watched his cock then started
shooting cum in the air.

Nervous and excited, I quickly closed the door. That was a little bit too much
for me. Strangely it seemed the right thing to do. That's when I decided to
take a shower. My vulva was all wet again and I had sweated all over. It would
help me clear my head after what had happened. For the first time in my life I
had felt a strange excitement from seeing my father. I took a shower and
started to masturbate again, this time taking care not to make too much noise.
It took me a little bit more time, playing with my clit for about fifteen
minutes; imagining my father's eyes on me.

I could not help reenacting my father seeing me and I seeing him, seeing him
cum, seeing cum for the first time. Feeling the hot water cascading over my
body, my nipples were hard as rock, my ass rocking on my hand. I finally felt
the first tingling of pleasure. Going from my toes through my slender legs up
through my clit, and up to my breasts. All the way to my brain came the
feeling, the joy, and the bliss of the second orgasm of my life.

The next morning, it was Saturday so I slept late. When I finally got up, I put
on my usual PJ's and I went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. There
was my father in his robe reading the morning paper. He looked like he also had
slept late.

"Hi pumpkin did you sleep well?"

"I slept fine," I said, then added, "Dad, I wanted to apologize for
yesterday..."

I did not even have a chance to finish my sentence and he took over, "I'm
really sorry Sarah I should of knocked first. It was just that scream, I was
afraid you had hurt yourself."

"Dad, you are so sweet. I know you didn't mean to barge into my room. It's me
who should be sorry, I took one of your books without permission and I should
have been quieter," I said blushing from the neck all the way to the roots of
my hair. "And after all, you saw me naked before."

"You look good in red Sweetheart," he said with a laugh. "I don't mind about
the books, use them anytime you want. I guess it's normal at your age to be
curious. I'll make sure I knock next time before I come in your room. But in
any case, yes I did see you naked before but you are maturing and I don't think
a father should see his daughter that way."

That's when he started blushing. At first I didn't understand why he was
blushing. That was the first time in my life that I realized that I had an
effect on my dad. I finally understood why he was masturbating the night
before. I would never have suspected that I could have had that kind of effect
on him. I carefully looked at my dad's crotch area and his robe was bent like a
little tent, he was hard. I pretended I did not notice. I did not want to
embarrass him. Yet that thought made my little pussy wet. I kissed my father on
the lips, and gave him a big hug. I could feel his erection on my stomach. He
tried to push me away but I would have none of it. I just squeezed him more.
From then on it became the norm. Whenever I kissed my father before going to
school or when going to bed, I would kiss him tenderly on the lips.

Since then my father and I shared a kind of intimacy that probably was not
right for father and daughter but was nonetheless the practice in our
household. I could no longer deny my father anything anymore than he could say
no to me. But strangely enough, he never made any moves; he always acted like a
perfect gentleman. I still wore almost nothing as a PJ, even though I had
matured to the point where my father got a hard-on anytime he saw me wearing
it.

Although he didn't know it I really enjoyed the effect I had on him. I made
sure I had pretty dresses and bathing suits so that he could look at me. I
actually wanted him to see me that way. I liked the attention.

It was at the age of fifteen that every thing came into focus. A new family had
moved next door to us. That's when I met Julie, who was to become my new best
friend. Like me, she was also quite tall for a fifteen-year-old, had long black
hair all the way to her waist, matching black eyes and a very gorgeous body.

Even my dad noticed her, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I was also maturing. I was now taller than my father, had shoulder-length
blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. I also had a nice pair of tits and long
slender legs. I have to say I was very pretty. I don't have to tell you that
when Julie and I went to school we more than had our share of attention.

Since becoming best friends and being in the same class, she and I sort of
shared everything we had and hung out together. After school we either went to
her house or mine for homework and dinner.

On this one particular day we left school and ended up at my house. As usual we
came in and my father was waiting for us with a little snack of milk and
cookies.

"Hi dad! Thanks for the snack this is great."

"Hello, Mr. Ducas. Thank you. I was getting hungry," Julie said with a smile
for my dad.

But something struck me this time, she was looking at my dad in a peculiar way,
even I did not miss it. Her lips were parted and her tongue was just visible,
and she was looking at him directly in the eyes.

My father just licked his lips; his mouth seemed dry, staying silent, this all
happened in a fraction of a second. He looked her up and down before saying
anything. She and I were both wearing short skirts since it was spring, and
some days, like this, were hotter than others.

Julie was wearing a black skirt that came up to her mid-thighs and showed a lot
of her beautiful legs. She was also wearing a white T-shirt, which did not hide
her matching bra underneath. I had on a red miniskirt, with a red blouse tied
in a knot over my belly button; it was the fashion then. You could see part of
my red bra and lots of skin.

After what seemed to be minutes, but was only a few second dad said, "My
pleasure ladies." He kept his eyes on her the entire time. "What would you like
to have for dinner? How about tacos?"

We both agreed. Who doesn't like tacos?

But father was not finished, "Will you be staying the night Julie? Since it's
Friday, maybe Sarah would like you to stay, right pumpkin?"

I was surprised. Dad never ever asked that of Julie before. It's true she did
sleep over once in a while but he never did the inviting before. I always asked
him if it would be all right.

"I would love too," Julie said, quite happy with herself. "C'mon Sarah we have
to do this homework before it gets too late."

I was still a little bit startled but I ran after her going into my room. Julie
closed the door after me and had a big smile on her face.

"Did you see your father?" she said with a smile, almost smug.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, a little bit troubled. I now knew what
she tried to do.

"He was rock hard when we left," she said laughing.

"Julie! He's my father!" I said quite firmly. She was talking about my dad in a
sexual way that made me feel queasy.

"Don't get angry Sarah, I was just having fun. Have you ever seen him getting
hard around you?"

Her eyes were fixed on me, and I couldn't lie to her. "Yes." I said, which was
barely more than a whisper.

"Tell me about it...please?"

How could I say no when she made those pleading eyes?

"Well most times it's when I wear my PJs, which always makes him hard..."

"Sarah!" she said, sounding shocked, "You do it on purpose, don't you?"

I was now red as a beet!

"You naughty girl you. Well it's not surprising with what you wear, almost
nothing, most guys at school would kill to see you that way." Suddenly, she
stood and exclaimed, "I have an idea, I'll be right back."

Then she hurried to the door and left. She just ran off, I went to the window
to see where she was going. I watched as she sprinted to her house. Fifteen
minutes later she reappeared, but this time she carried an overnight bag.

When she came back into my room, she dropped her bag on the bed.

"What is it?" I said. "You already have a nightgown here." I was quite puzzled.

"It's a surprise. C'mon let's do our homework first," she said, giggling.

I tried asking her more questions but she would just smile. So we finally did
the homework. It only took us about two hours. Dad called us to dinner, and we
both went down.

Julie sat directly next to my father and I was on the other side. We started
eating and Julie made a few jokes while talking with my father. I was just
watching the game unfold. Julie was actually seducing my father with big smiles
while making pretty eyes at him. My father was taking it all in. I was
fascinated. I never saw father with any women, I guess he really enjoyed her
attention.

Dinner finally ended around seven, Julie and I excused ourselves. We told dad
we were going to take showers and put on our PJ's before the movie at eight
started. We always watched the eight o'clock movie on Fridays when we were
home.

We both went up and Julie told me to go first. I went in the bathroom and took
my shower. When I came out Julie was waiting naked to take hers. I was a little
bit surprised because we never got undressed together unless it was at school
after gym. I didn't make a fuss but Julie had a big grin and that gave me goose
bumps. She had a fabulous body. Even I stared. Her body was tanned to a light
brown. Her tits were quite big, at least C cup. Her black hair was all rolled
up in a bun under the shower cap. She was very attractive. I think I now
understood why my father was so attracted to her.

"I left something for you on your bed to wear tonight. Go try it out while I'm
in the shower," she said with a small giggle.

She then jumped right in the shower closing the curtain. I wrapped a towel
around myself and went back to my room. I was curious. I wanted to see what my
best friend had left for me. Boy was I surprised. Right there on my bed was the
most beautiful nightgown I had ever seen. All made of blue satin. I put it on
and it fit like a glove. It was very short, barely covering my little pussy.
Most of my legs showed. My back was almost uncovered. The front part molded
itself to my tummy and my pair of tits, leaving lots of skin showing. If I bent
down in front of my mirror I could clearly see my breasts. It was like nothing
I had ever worn before. It felt great, very sexy. I was sure my dad would love
to see me in this. But I was afraid that it might be too much.

Julie finally came out of the shower and came into my room, also wearing a
towel.

"Hmm Sarah you look great, it fits you perfectly. You look very nice."

"Where did you get it?" I whispered, excitedly.

"I have a few at home, my father buys them for me once in a while," she said
with a mysterious smile.

"What are you going to wear?" I asked.

"Something nice," she said removing her towel.

She was there in front of me completely naked. I immediately started to feel
wetness between my legs. I was actually getting hot for a girl. I always knew I
liked boys. But this feeling was different. I never thought I could feel this
way for a girl, but I couldn't help myself, she was that pretty. I stepped
closer to her. She just looked at me right in the eyes.

"You want to touch me?" she said.

I couldn't talk, I just let my hand touch her stomach, and slowly my left hand
gently squeezed her right breast, her nipples were very hard, about a half-
inch, sticking out. Her breast was too big for my small hand, which could only
hold part of it.

I looked hard into Julie's eyes and then slowly lowered my head toward her
chest. I gently started sucking on her nipple, it felt right somehow. She
moaned, and then gently pushed me away. She smiled, kissed me on the lips and
then said, "Maybe later Sarah. Right now your father is waiting for us
downstairs."

I was a little bit taken aback. What was I doing, kissing another girl's
nipples...? My god!

When I finally came out of my reverie Julie was already dressed. She also wore
a black satin nightgown, very short like mine only hers was transparent all the
way from the waist up, except for her breast, which was darker so you could
only imagine what was under. She wore it well. I was sure that any man who saw
her like that would get an instant hard-on. I was getting very wet just
thinking I had touched her.

"We can't go downstairs dressed like this. My dad will go crazy for sure."

"Stop worrying. I'll bet you anything he won't say a word. C'mon."

With that she opened the door and walked out towards the living room. I had no
choice but to follow. However, I was very excited. My heart was racing. Hoping
that my dad would love to see me this way. All these years, I had noticed my
father secretly looking at me as a woman, not a girl, and it always made me
feel special. I wanted to thank him and this was the best way I could have ever
imagined.

When Julie and I entered the living room, we had a devastating effect on him.
I'd never seen him this way. His mouth was completely opened, his eyes were
wide and almost immediately he had a very big erection and it showed very
clearly in his pajamas.

Julie walked slowly into the room smiled at my father and said, "Hello Mr.
Ducas. You don't mind if Sarah and I just lie down here in front of the TV do
you?"

He just sat there staring at her. She sat down and looked at me indicating I
should do the same. So there we were lying on our stomachs watching TV. Both of
our gowns were short, and on our stomachs like this I could feel the air on my
ass. We both only wore G-strings. We could see father's reflection in the TV,
and his eyes were on our asses. Julie wiggled hers gently...provocatively. I
was so wet that I was sure my dad could see my juices dripping from my G-
string.

After about 30 minutes of this (I'm sure my father was about to die) Julie
asked me if I could get her something to drink. She turned around on her back,
her arms supporting her, and asked my father with her most sensual voice,
"Would you like anything Mr. Ducas? Anything at all?"

"A beer please. Definitely need a beer," he said hoarsely.

He was very, very red in the face and his eyes were riveted on Julie's body. I
never imagined anyone could have that kind of effect on my father. I was
actually wet from everything that was happening. I got up and left to get our
drinks.

As soon as I walked back in the room, I stiffened. I wasn't prepared at all to
see what I saw; yet I suppose that I should have been.

There was my father, eyes tightly closed, moaning slightly. At his feet was my
girl friend Julie, her head bobbing with my father's huge cock in her mouth. I
just stood there in the doorway mesmerized by the view. My beloved father, the
man I admired the most, was in a state of pure pleasure... and I wasn't the one
giving it to him! That very thought shook me to the roots of my very existence.
I had finally admitted that I was attracted sexually to my father.

Julie was continuing to let her tongue explore the eight inches of my father.
The head of his big cock appeared and disappeared over and over again inside of
her small pouting mouth. My father had his hands in her hair, working her head
up and down. He slid his hand slowly down to her breasts slowly grabbing them.
Julie moaned although she had her mouth full. He pulled at her gown removing
it. When Julie let go of my dad's cock, to let her PJ fall off of her body, it
made a small pop. She was now only in her G-string. Her nipples were very hard
and daddy was pinching them.

Then he finally saw me in the doorway. His face looked stricken and he
whispered, "I'm sorry my little one..."

My heart almost broke; I ran to him and kissed him. I was hot...so damn hot! I
wanted to make him happy just like Julie was doing. Julie pulled me away from
my dad, she was holding his dick in one hand, I swear that thing was huge.

"Come over here Sarah. I'm sure your dad would love for you to suck his nice
cock." Her voice was very sensual.

I went on the floor beside her and took my father's cock in my hand and with
that my dad started to cum. He was grunting and as stiff as a bar. Julie took
my hand and made me pump his meat. His sperm was spilling on both of our faces.
Julie's tits were full of it, and my gown was ruined for sure.

"Sarah, remove your gown. Actually get naked." There was no mistaking the
authority in her voice. She was now holding the flaccid if still full of cum
cock. I took my clothes off.

"Now come and clean your father's cock. Suck it clean."

I wasn't too sure, but she didn't give me any choice. I slowly licked some of
the goo. It wasn't very good but when I heard my father's intake of breath I
knew he liked it. I took it all in my mouth and sucked it all clean. All of the
cum was now in my mouth. I continued to suck him gently and before long I made
him hard again. I grabbed his balls and almost choked when I tried to take all
of him inside of mouth.

"Take it easy, he's not going anywhere," Julie said with a small laugh.

Julie laughed as she removed her G-string. She looked at my dad and smiled. "I
knew you'd like this Mr. Ducas. Tell me, is Sarah any good with her mouth?" She
was now whispering in his ear. Her tit was on his shoulder. His hand was in
between her legs, his fingers buried deep inside her pussy.

"Oh god she's good, but this is so wrong."

"How can something this good be so bad?" Julie answered.

"We should stop."

"Sarah would you like to stop?"

"Hell no..." I answered between two slurps. Already lost in my own lust.

I couldn't get enough of him. His cock was great. My tongue went from his balls
all the way to the little hole on top, hoping that the next time it was all the
way down in my throat, he would shoot his seed. I was oblivious to anything
around me. The only thing I could think of was to please my father. In and out
of my mouth, while I was moaning, hoping for some sperm.

Julie was kissing him fervently going up and down on his hand. She was moaning
in his mouth like crazy. I stopped sucking him as I finally noticed she was
coming on his hand. My father's eyes were glazed.

Once finished she whispered, "Mr. Ducas did you know your daughter is a virgin?
I would love to see you fuck her. Make her cum."

Before my eyes his inflamed prick twitched excitedly at her words.

"God forgive me but I would love to," my father said looking at me with hungry
eyes. I swear that there was a pleading in them.

"Get down on all four Sarah, show your little clit to your father."

I was in a trance right then. Wet like you wouldn't believe. I was actually
going to be fucked by my father. My heart was beating wildly from the
excitement. I did as I was told, shifting my body around. I got down in a doggy
style position, with my ass high in the air.

"Go ahead Mr. Ducas, take her, make your daughter cum," she whispered, her own
excitement evident in her voice.

Hurriedly, my father moved. He positioned himself right behind me. I could feel
the heat of his body against my buttocks and my legs and body was trembling. He
moved the tip of his cock right onto my clit, and I almost came right then. I
was scared, not knowing what to expect, but at the same time I desperately
wanted to do this wild thing.

As I waited, trembling, Julie came to my side and kissed me deeply. I wasn't
expecting that. At the same time I felt my father's cock penetrating me and the
feeling was like nothing that I could have ever imagined. God that stretched me
like hell. I heard him moan deeply. Julie continued to kiss me with a passion,
her tongue darting wildly in my mouth. That must have turned my father on even
more so than he was because he pushed forward almost without a conscience.
Halfway in I felt him reach my hymen.

"Do you really want this baby?" he said in a strained voice.

I barely was able to scream, "Yes...yes daddy..." in between two kisses from
Julie.

Then I felt it tear. For a few seconds I felt searing pain over my entire body.
But Julie pinched one of my tits and started to suck on my nipple. Then I felt
his flesh as it moved all the way in. The pain that I expected to last quickly
disappeared and my body seemed to respond with eagerness to the things
happening to it from Julie and my father.

I tore my mouth away from hers and called back to him, "Oh God! I love you so
much daddy! Make me cum!"

Julie moved her mouth back to my sensitive nipples.

All of my father's eight inches were inside of me. Nothing else would have been
able to slide in. I was completely full. My father was moaning, he was right on
the verge of coming. Then he started to slide his big penis in and out of my
stretched pussy. The pleasures that I felt were incredible. Pleasure and pain
mixed together. I've never felt anything as good since. Julie stopped sucking
on my nipple and looked me in the eyes and smiled.

"You like it, you little slut, you like having your father inside of you."

I couldn't speak. I just nodded to her frantically at the pleasures exploding
within me. I never believed it could be this good. It was like I died and went
to heaven.

Julie just smiled and continued to suck on my nipple.

My father was pushing in and out of me with great force and speed and I knew it
was happening. My spasms were overtaking my own insides. A flash of reality ran
through my brain and I knew the dangers that were there but I didn't care. I
wanted him to come in me. I wanted us to be fulfilled together.

Finally, I heard my father cry out in an orgasmic joy, as he began filling me
with the seed that he used to make me. I was being filled with my father's
sperm. He was pumping hard, in and out, almost violently. I could feel his
balls slapping on my little clit.

Knowing I had made him cum, and the hits he was giving my clit made me cum like
never before. Both of us were crying out in pleasure, cumming like never
before. Father and daughter connected together. I could feel some of his juice
spilling out of my pussy, there was so much.

Sporadic shudders ran through his body as the final spurts of cum pushed out of
his dwindling prick. Then he stopped.

After a little while he finally removed his cock from my little pussy, and when
he did so a lot of cum squished out, falling on his cock and on the floor.

Julie crawled to my father and took his entire penis in her mouth licking all
of our juices that were on it, like it was a delicacy. My father moaned but was
completely spent. Once cleaned, Julie turned around and told me to lie down on
my back, which I did.

My father had a good view of Julie. He could see her licking my clit sucking
the cum out of my pussy. Cum mingled with my blood. She liked it all, lapping
at my pussy lips and clit at the same time. Within minutes I was cumming again.
My father's cock was rock hard. Feeling Julie's mouth on me was incredible. She
knew exactly what to do. It was wonderful.

She did not seem like she'd had enough. She climbed on me, our tits squishing
together. She kissed me, her tongue finding her way inside of my mouth. I
tasted my father's and my own juices.

I can only imagine that the view my father had of us must have been very
erotic. He kept silent and just looked at us. I told Julie and she just winked
at me and slowly went to him. She took all of his 8 inches in her mouth in one
shot. She swallowed the big tool a few times, making sure it was full of
saliva. Then she climbed on him and gently inserted his cock in her pussy.

I could see it disappearing inside of her. Her ass cheeks were spread out I
could see her asshole clearly. She rested her arms around his neck; her tits
were in his face since they were both sitting. Father was playing with her tits
while she was going up and down on him. She really wanted him to cum, the more
she went the faster she was riding him. Up and down both bodies were full of
perspiration, and then she came, crying out with pleasure. Her nails were
making big scratches on my father's shoulders. With that he came again.
Moaning, out of breath, coming for the third time that evening. Then both
collapsed in each other's arms.

"No more please, no more, my ladies," he said in a tired voice.

Julie gave him a small kiss on the lips and said, "You were perfect Mr. Ducas,
thank you."

She got up, picked up her nightgown and went up in my room without another
word.

My father's eyes turned to me, looking at my body.

"You are a very pretty lady, Sarah. I hope you are not mad at me."

"I love you father. I've always loved you. You made me the happiest girl alive
today."

I kissed him tenderly, then picked up my ruined gown and went up to join Julie.


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