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A Mostly Unpleasant Surprise

A Mostly Unwelcome Surprise
By Clove Hardwood
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The following story is entirely a work of fiction. It has minor plot elements inspired by my own life, but my real-life partner, Ginger (http://abitofginger.com) has been nothing but respectful to me throughout our open marriage. This story is, in fact, driven by my fantasies of what it would be like if she wasn’t.
This is my first-ever adult story. It was meant to be a short, one-part piece to get my creative juices flowing and test the waters, but once I started I couldn’t stop and couldn’t find anything to sacrifice. In the end it had to be split into four parts to be reasonable to read, but I think it reads well that way. Please enjoy, and feel free to pass along your thoughts via email or Twitter.
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PART 1 – Linda’s Reveal
Linda and I have what you’d describe as a darn good marriage. While we married young, we were happy, and still are. And the sex is great. Well, most of the time. Early on in the relationship was really good, and constant. Over time it petered down a little bit until we started to figure out a few “new” tricks (mostly things we tried early on that we didn’t get the hang of the first time), and things improved again for a while. We’ve repeated that pattern a few times, and it works well.
A few years ago, though, while in the heat of an upswing, we started talking about what we’d do if one of us cheated on the other. She surprised me by telling me that she really never thought she could leave me even if I did, because it just didn’t seem worth it to end the relationship over that. After careful thought I realized that I simply didn’t have the balls to leave her if she did. Our relationship was too good, and I knew that even if it hurt me, I couldn’t end everything over something that is, at the end of the day, not THAT big a deal. Plus where would I go? I committed my life to this woman, and the upheaval would be too big.
Over time that discussion led us to realize that maybe instead of just agreeing we’d never leave each other if one of us cheated, we should just expressly allow it if there was no major penalty anyway. But we put a sort of don’t ask, don’t tell policy in place, so if it happens, we still try to hide it, but if one of us suspects, we don’t make a federal case out of it. Life just goes on, and the topic gets avoided.
Now on my end, I didn’t really think there was much to it beyond a loose agreement. While Linda swears I’m attractive, I don’t see it, and I don’t have much skill with the ladies. I get along well with them and can make them laugh, but I’ve never been any good at turning a fun conversation into sex. So the odds of me ever hooking up with a girl other than the one who married me and was obligated to fuck me (my self-esteem talking) were pretty slim. But having the rule there was fun because it allowed me to look at other girls a different way, with that sense of “hey, I could actually do that.”
But on Linda’s end, it was different. Linda’s gorgeous, and she gets the attention of other men very easily. She gets looks, she gets flirts, and guys fall for her. I have no idea how I landed her when what seem like better-qualified men are after her, but I did. And this never bothered me because she’s always been faithful. But with this new rule out there, I wondered. If either of us could use it easily, it was definitely her. Heck, I bet most of the guys at her job (well, when she’s forced to work from the office) would jump her in a heartbeat if she just gestured to them with her finger the right way (the rest are gay, btw).
It’s exactly that realization that got me to obsess over the topic a little bit more and start bringing it into my porn searches. I read stories about girlfriends and wives cheating on their men, I found photos and videos that claimed to be hidden camera footage of her caught in the act, and even those silly staged videos with her guy supposedly sitting on the couch while she fucks some other stud. And all this stuff was starting to turn me on. I especially noticed a pattern with much of it, of the stud cumming inside the cheating girl. What happened from there was all over the place, but it was common, and seemed to fit the big picture of either humiliating her man, or at least confirming that someone else had conquered her. This led me to find a new appreciation for creampie photos and videos, which quickly took over as my most commonly sought-after imagery for jacking off. All told, this new track, despite filling me with some odd degree of almost horror at how some of these men were treated, was also get
ing me off as much as three times a day.
Linda and I are pretty cool with each other on porn. She enjoys it too on occasion, and has no problem with me looking at it. I can leave it open on my computer without fear of her freaking out. This stuff, though, I tended to keep hidden when possible, because it was just… weird. I didn’t know how I felt about it, even though it clearly got me off, and I didn’t know what she would think about it. Still, once or twice she’d find something on there, and make a comment about it. I’d laugh it off as something I’d stumbled upon, joke that it was kind of interesting but kind of weird at the same time, and change the subject. After a few times either I got better at hiding it, or she stopped mentioning it, and the subject was dropped between us, even though I kept looking, reading, watching, and thinking.
Anyway, most of that was over the last year or so, and the overall topic hasn’t been broached since. We made the agreement we did, but it’s not gone beyond that. I see cute girls all the time that I fantasize about hooking up with, but I don’t have the balls or skill to make it happen, and Linda doesn’t seem to be any different, fucking me at least as often as before, if not more (maybe we’ve been on an upswing), and over the past few weeks has been getting more adventurous, trying things she normally wouldn’t try, or taking more initiative on her own to do fun things, like blowing me the moment I walked in the door one day. Hell, she even suggested we finally try anal for the first time, which turned out to be much easier than I expected. It’s really been great.
And that leads us up to last week. I was running a little late on my way home from work, and I texted Linda to see if she wanted me to pick up anything from the store. She wrote back “no, just come right home,” with a wink emoticon. Hehehe, sounds like she’s in a good mood. So I rushed straight home.
When I arrived, the downstairs was empty and she yelled down for me to come upstairs to the bedroom. I was happy to comply and headed right up. I found her wearing nothing but a teddy, lying on our very-rumpled bed, with similarly-rumpled hair. Must have just gotten up from a nap. Ah, the perks of working from home.
“Strip for me,” she said with a sly grin on her face unlike any I’d ever seen before. Something was up, and from her attitude it seemed like it was going to be exciting, in a bad (good) way. I chuckled and quickly stripped down until I was naked, and my already-hardening cock was starting to poke out.
She gestured for me to come to her (what’d I say about that gesture?), and I walked to the bed. She had left room on the side of her, clearly meaning for me to lie beside her. As I did, she asked, “so how was your day, honey?” with a voice that dripped the same attitude her grin had betrayed.
“Nothing too special,” I replied. “Jack was kind an ass today, but I don’t think any of that’s important right now. How about yours?”
“Oh, it was interesting…” was her reply. “I had some fun while I was waiting for you to get home.”
I eyed the partially-opened dresser drawer where we keep the lube and the toys, realizing now why she was in the extra-horny mood she was in. Clearly she’d just been playing with herself, working herself up for my arrival, getting herself wet so I wouldn’t need the lube for an easy penetration. That’s my girl.
“I bet you did,” I said with a smirk. “And did you get yourself nice and wet?”
She giggled, loudly, as though trying to contain a full-scale laugh. “I don’t think wet’s the right word to describe how I am right now,” she said with an ear-to-ear grin that didn’t lose a drop of the slyness she clearly couldn’t wipe from her face if she had wanted to. “Want to feel?”
I grinned, and slid my hand down her body, moving a little slowly, and wandering slightly, to tease her. She writhed and let out quiet moans appropriately, as I worked my way past the hem of her nighty, and then slowly back up under it.
I could feel the heat of her nicely shaven pussy as I approached which was hotter than usual, obviously because she had just given it a bit of a pre-game workout. And then finally my finger reached paydirt. I think I barely grazed the nook where her outer labia meets her inner thigh and immediately felt moisture. I moved my finger toward her actual lips, and it was clear she was wetter the closer I got to the source. Except it felt different somehow; it felt slightly… thicker, or even maybe a touch slimier than her wetness normally feels. Not like lube, either, but something very different.
My reaction must have been obvious, because she started giggling again. “How does it feel?”
“You weren’t kidding,” I said as I pulled my finger away to examine it. Other than clearly being wet (or, again, slightly slimy?), I couldn’t identify anything by looking at my moistened finger. I did catch a faint odd, but vaguely familiar scent in the air, though, after moving my hand out from between her legs. Something subtle, with a slight tint of… was that a bleachy smell, maybe? Whatever it was, it seemed like a smell I should already know. “You’re sopping wet down there, but it feels different than usual. What’s the deal?”
“Didn’t I tell you wet wasn’t the right word for it?” she replied through more giggles. I was starting to think she might have had a drink or two before I got home from the way she was acting. “Maybe you want to take a look to see if you can figure it out.”
At this she started to rotate toward the edge of the bed to hang her legs over, like she usually does while I’m eating her out. I got up and got down on my knees in front of her. She seemed to be making extra effort to keep her legs closed as she moved herself into position, which I assumed was for extra dramatic effect. She then slowly parted her legs as she lifted the hem of her teddy, giving me the view she was clearly dying to reveal.
I’m honestly not sure what happened in my head at this point. Part of me was determined to have no clue what I was seeing, and part of me knew instantly. Whatever the case, the sight in front of me focused into reality pretty quickly.
Linda’s pussy wasn’t simply wet, it was glistening. I’ve seen her wet with her juices and wet with lube, and never did she glisten like this. And the glistening fluid that seemed to have coated the entire outside of her pussy, and some of her inner thighs, clearly had a source, as it got thicker the closer it got to her slightly askew slit. And the thicker it got, the hazier it got, until right along her slit it had a very clear white milkiness to its color. After the half-second it took my brain to register the clues and reconcile the no-way versus duh argument, I knew what I was looking at. My wife’s pussy was covered with, and clearly filled with, cum. And considering I just got home, it obviously wasn’t mine.
The look on my face as I realized prompted the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen on my wife. “How do you like it, honey? Does it compare to the ones you’ve been jacking off to on the Internet every day?” she said with a strange mix of that same cocky, sly attitude she’d had all evening, and genuine interest with a hint of looking for approval. No sense of sarcasm or annoyance from her, nothing to suggest that she was upset by my mostly-hidden online obsession. She seemed to actually care what I thought of the impromptu live presentation of my favorite type of porn.
This threw me completely off, and muddled my emotions. I was affronted with too much at once and couldn’t process it all. I had a creampie sitting less than a foot and a half from my face, and it happened to be my wife’s. She had clearly just cheated on me, which was still a huge and painful concept despite our distant agreement that it was okay. Images of another man’s dick INSIDE MY WIFE crashed in my head, alongside pictures of her cumming while she rode his faceless body and called out his unknown name. And she knew about my secret obsession with the whole package and seemed to be implying that it may have been the reason she did this.
At this point I remembered she had asked me a question, but all I could do was stammer out an almost incoherent, “How— who…?” before falling silent as I stared at her creamy cunt. As I looked, more details stood out. I saw a couple of stray pubic hairs stuck to her skin by the sticky spunk that coated it. Linda shaves, and I trim mine shorter than that, which meant they could only belong to whoever just created that mess. Her lips, which normally form a flawless closed mound with an adorably clean slit were slightly parted in places, and met up in skewed ways, similar to the way they looked after I had thoroughly fucked her. And since her legs were no longer tightly clamped together, I could see there was a very slight trickle effect occurring toward the base of her slit, as this stranger’s semen seeped out of her loosened cunt. And I also realized that it’s quite possible that, in my entire life, my dick had never been harder than it was at this moment.
“Well, clearly you’re speechless, so I guess it’s up to me to figure out what you want to know,” she commented with an air of confidence and control, with not the slightest hint of guilt or regret. Clearly she was enjoying this. “You want to know how this hot, thick load of jizz ended up inside the pussy you were pretty sure was exclusively yours?” I nodded. “And you want to know who put it there?” I paused slightly on this one before nodding, as the idea of putting a potential face to the source of what was simultaneous filling me with an achy numbness and turning me on more than anything else was overwhelming. But I did nod. “Good, but in exchange for telling you want you want to know, I’ll need you to do me a little favor, first. Can you help me with something?”
This took me aback. My wife just revealed she cheated on me, in one of the most shocking ways I could imagine, and she was asking me to do her a favor in exchange for telling me what happened? And yet she had me, quite nearly literally, by the balls at this moment. I had to know to know everything for the sake of both heads. I once again nodded with trepidation.
“Good boy, I knew you’d agree. See, even though I really do enjoy the feeling of a big load of cum in my pussy, and talk about big, it felt like he was filling me more than I could—“ She interrupted herself as she looked at me. “Oops, those are details to save until after you’ve helped me, although you would have figured that one out soon enough. Anyway, as good as his cum feels inside me, a tiny bit of it’s seeped out already, and the breeze against it’s creating a bit of a chill, and it’s getting kind of sticky. Would you mind cleaning it up for me?” The grin on her face had begun to spread again as she said this.
In my stupor, I started to get up. “I’ll get a washcloth or something.”
“Uh, uh, uh…” she said in a surprisingly commanding tone that stopped me in my tracks. “Washcloths are too rough for my delicate pussy. You know how sensitive it is after I’ve cum a few—“ again, she interrupted herself in semi-mock realization. “I’ve got to stop giving away details, don’t I? Anyway, my cunt’s too sensitive for a rough washcloth. I was thinking of something softer, more delicate, more precise, and more… in-your-face.”
Her hint hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew what some wives made their cuckold husbands do after they’d been filled (although some husbands did it willingly, if not happily). There was no way in hell I was about to eat another man’s cum, especially after he’d just violated my wife. The idea was disgusting. I mean, my wife has swallowed my cum a few times (she mostly preferred I cum on her, spitting if I did get it in her mouth, and usually complaining afterwards on the special occasions when she swallowed), but she’s supposed to do that, it was my cum, and I was her husband. This was a complete stranger’s cum that had been pumped into her without my knowledge or permission. And I’m a straight guy; I don’t eat cum.
She saw the recognition on my face, although clearly couldn’t read all my thoughts, and smiled, this time a bit more conciliatorily. “Yes, that’s right. Come here, dear, and clean my well-fucked cunt with your tongue. Just worry about getting the outside nice and clean for now.”
Obviously there was no way I was going to do this. There was no way my face was going between her sexy legs, pressing up against her gorgeous, flawless, shaved pussy which I normally beg her to let me eat. Not when it was covered and filled with another man’s slimy jizz. Heck, I couldn’t eat her after MY cum was inside her, although to be honest that was probably more because I tend to lose all sexual interest the moment I get off.
And yet, as I was thinking of all that, I found myself getting back on my knees while spreading hers apart, and looking more closely at the very thing I was sure I didn’t want to be near at that moment. It fascinated me to see it, for real, in front of my eyes. No photo or video I had ever seen on the Internet compared to the real thing, a foot away from my face.
“Attaboy,” she said with a chuckle as she grabbed the back of my head and suddenly shoved me, nose first, into her creamed cunt, giving me no time to react or fight back.
It was the scents that hit me first, probably since my nose practically penetrated her slickened opening immediately. I almost instantly separated out the various familiar odors. Pussy, sweat, sex (how had I missed that before?), and that bleachy smell which I now realized I should have recognized from the pile of used tissues in the trashcan next to my computer. And then, of course, there was the physical moisture against my face. The same sliminess I had felt on my fingers before.
I must have spent more time than I realized simply analyzing what I was feeling and smelling, because Linda loosened her grip and said, “Hurry up, it’s not going to clean itself, and I don’t want to forget any details.”
The reminder that my knowledge of what happened rested exclusively on completing this task forced me to access my stubborn streak and commit myself. I pulled away slightly, and tentatively stuck out my tongue. I started on the side, where there was the least of it. Honestly, I didn’t notice much. I felt the slight slimy texture of it, but couldn’t detect much of a taste. This made me feel slightly better, although also made me wonder why women complain about swallowing this stuff. I ended up licking up everything around her pussy relatively quickly. I heard a few moans from above, so clearly she was enjoying it, although I hadn’t gotten to any of the good parts yet.
Then I moved to her labia. It was slightly thicker here, and slightly hazier. This is where the taste started to kick in a little. I finally understood all the salty comments, although it still really wasn’t bad. I was still getting more texture than taste at this point, and although I personally prefer not to eat slimy things, I can’t say it was horrible. I’m sure with enough exposure it no longer bothers a person. Must be how the porn stars and working girls can look so happy about it.
Finally I decided to bite the bullet and move in on the slit. This was where it was clearly most concentrated, and where I had seen the trickle earlier. As I looked now, I could see the trickle had actually reached her puckered little anus at this point and kind of pooled there. I decided to start there, since I don’t mind rimming, and if I worked from the top down it would just give it time for more to seep out.
As my tongue touched her lovely asshole, she squirmed and giggled at the sensation. Meanwhile I got the most highly-concentrated dose of the stuff yet on my tongue. Much saltier, more pungent, and not entirely pleasant. But not unbearable, either. There was just enough there, though, that I actually had to actively swallow what I licked up instead of just absorbing it in my mouth. Weird feeling, but I managed, without even a gag instinct. This is really what all the fuss was about?
I worked my way up her slit, collecting a larger amount on my tongue as I went. The taste was definitely more intense overall, and all the descriptions I’d heard started to make sense. And yes, even though I’d say it wasn’t a flavor I’d order in a drink form, it also wasn’t something I could see a girl throwing up from, or needing to spit out like so many do. I swallowed what I had on my tongue without trouble.
At this point I finally had to part her lips with my tongue as the outside was pretty much done. I glanced up at Linda to make sure she realized this, since this is when she was supposed to start her end of the bargain. But her eyes were closed, and she was moaning from my efforts, and I realized she was in just the right frame of mind that I could get her off. Why I cared about that right now when I was in the middle of eating the results of her cheating on me, I don’t know, but it’s what I thought about.
I slid my tongue into her slit and up to her clit. I collected a lot more cum than I expected, which I swallowed easily, and reached her clit and started working it. She started moaning more obviously, and moving her hips in time with me. I’d occasionally lick back down her slit as she likes it, surprised to find a little more cum collected since the last time I did that, and then back to her clit. By this point I was pretty sure I had gotten all of it, as I had easily swallowed at least as much as I cum at any one time, and without any major complaint. I was kind of proud of myself, in a warped way. I’d basically one-upped my wife by this point, swallowing more than she does, even if it wasn’t by choice.
I could feel her body starting to tense up as her moans increased and I knew she was close. Without even thinking about it, I went for her usual trigger point, and shoved my tongue inside of her. Simultaneously her eyes sprang open, her moan turned to an orgasmic scream, her cunt squeezed around my tongue, her thighs locked around my head, and I suddenly realized my serious error. Didn’t she say only a tiny bit had seeped out already?
That’s when I felt the large glob of cum squeeze out around my tongue and into my mouth. This was easily half one of my loads by itself. As she squeezed and contracted, more globs of cum entered my mouth, and I was forced to begin swallowing as it did. This was without question the hardest to swallow, and I started to take back my confusion earlier as to what there was to complain about so much. I still got it all down, but it was much, much thicker than anything I’d eaten so far, and much stronger in flavor. Luckily it was mixed with my wife’s taste, which I love, or I might not have managed.
Her orgasm subsided, her legs unlocked from around me, and I was free to pull back. A tiny bit more trickled out, which I lapped up almost by instinct at this point, and then she was spent.
“Fuck, that felt good,” she said. “I didn’t know I had another one in me after—well, I guess I’d better start telling you, shouldn’t I? Lie down on the bed next to me and pump your cock while I fill you in.”
To be continued…

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Daddy’s Special Massage – Part 2

After the girls left this morning I had alternating bouts of intense guilt followed by intense pleasure reliving the memories of this morning, intense enough to give me a steady hard-on, which just started me on another cycle of guilt. After three weeks of fucking my daughter you would think I had resolved the guilt issue. I think I had gotten this far without thinking much about it because “our” sex had been all one sided. It had been more like masturbating. I rationalized that I had barely been entering her and she had been asleep so it wasn’t like I was really having sex with her. Or at least I had thought she was asleep. I kept thinking back to her words, “Daddy, are you fucking me again”? When had it started being “again”? Why hadn’t she said anything?
The sex this morning with Ashley had been fantastic. I did not know a girl her age could have an orgasm much less two. And what about Stacy? Was she suggesting what I think when she asked for a massage tonight? What am I going to do? She is almost a mirror image of her sister; tight body, perky breasts, great legs. It is not like it would be a hardship to have her lying naked on top of me. But if I did, what would Ashley think? Would she get jealous? Should I just stop this now? Could I stop this now? Should I have a talk with Ashley and let her know this is wrong and we cannot do it again? But it felt so good. I get hard every time I think about it and I’m thinking about it.
I kept drifting back and forth from the computer, trying to get some work done, to just staring at the TV. Right now I could not even tell you what was on TV. I can’t keep my mind focused on anything but Ashley’s nude body wiggling around on me and how great it felt to be finally buried deep inside of her. Are Ashley and Stacy talking about this? I should have cautioned Ashley to keep this between her and me before she left this morning.
It had started to get dark outside when my thoughts were finally interrupted with the girl’s noisy return. “Daddy, we’re home”. The quiet of the house was quickly replaced with the sound of the girls moving around, talking and laughing. As they passed my office door Ashley stuck her head in and said “Stacy and I decided you are taking us out to dinner after we take our showers. It was a really hard practice and we deserve it”. With a parting smile she headed down the hall to her bedroom.
I turned off the TV, saved the program I had opened this morning, though there were no significant changes, as I had not accomplished anything noteworthy all day and headed off to my bedroom to change for dinner.
At the restaurant I kept sneaking looks at the girls but everything seemed normal. There were no special glances between them or at me and the talk between us was all about their practices during the day, school in general and Ashley’s birthday coming up. After dinner we returned home and I made some popcorn and we sat watched a movie together.
After the movie was over we all finally drifted off to our bedrooms. I lay there for almost an hour wondering if Stacy was going to come in for her massage and what I would do if she did. I was a bit relieved and even more disappointed when she had not shown and was turning over to go to sleep when a faint knock came at the door.
I raised my head to look over my feet and saw Stacy standing in the doorway, “Yes”?
Stacy stepped into the room. “Daddy, it’s me. I’m ready for my massage”. Without waiting for me to say anything she walked up to the side of the bed and began pulling her t-shirt up over her head. She dropped the t-shirt on the floor and then stood by the side of the bed with one hand kind of covering one breast and the other nervously hanging in front of her, partially blocking the view of her pubic hair.
I was at a loss for words and just stared at her naked body trying to think of something to say, what to do. I was caught at that momentous crossroad; take the high road or the low.
Stacy was still waiting for an answer. “Daddy, it’s cold out here. Can I get in bed so you can give me a massage”?
My road was chosen. Without a word I reached over and lifted the covers so she could get in. I could tell she was a bit unsure of herself. She lay on her back and immediately pulled the covers up to her neck.
I thought I would give her another chance. I turned over on my side facing her. “Honey, are you sure you want a massage tonight”? She looked back at me and just nodded. I reached over and gave her a reassuring pat on the stomach.
“Daddy”?
“What honey”?
“Will it hurt”?
“Will what hurt”?
“You know, when you put your penis in me so I won’t slide off. It looked awfully big this morning. I don’t know if it will fit in me. Ashley said it would but it’s so big and long. I don’t know if it will fit but I could really use a massage. We had really hard practices today and I’m sore all over. Ashley says she feels really good the next day after you give her a massage”.
What all had they talked about? “Is that all Ashley told you”?
“Yes, and that I would enjoy it and feel much better the next day”.
I took my hand and started rubbing her stomach very lightly in small circles. “Honey, if there is any pain just let me know and I’ll stop your massage”. Just the touch of her skin had made my erection grow. I had been semi-hard as soon as Stacy came in the room. Now I was growing to that point where the brain was no longer part of the team.
She nodded her head and I continued the slow, light rubbing. I moved my hand up her ribcage to just below her breasts and then down to her hipbones. After a few minutes of this let my hand move down one thigh to her knee and then back up to her waist just above her pubic hair, crossed over to the other side and then down the other thigh. Each time I went down the inside of a thigh I would exert just enough pressure to slightly move her legs apart. After several passes I had her thighs spread several inches. The last few times I brought my hand back up her thigh I could feel Stacy lifting her hips up slightly against my hand. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had grown deeper and faster. She’s certainly getting over her nervousness. It is time to move on. Once my hand was back up to the middle of her waist I raised my hand so just my fingertips were brushing against her. I then moved my hand down so my fingertips were lightly moving in small circles through her pubic hair. The feel of her short, soft strands now had my cock at full-mast. I knew I was poking her in the hip with it and hoped she did not really notice what part of my body it was just yet.
After a few seconds Stacy giggled, “Daddy that tickles”.
“Is this better”? I carefully laid my hand down on her, cupping her mound with my palm and my fingers down on her lips. I slowly put pressure on my hand and very slowly began moving my fingers around on her clitoris.
I could here Stacy’s breathing stop for a moment. “Ye….” Her voice caught in her throat. “Yes, that’s better”. It took less than a minute for her pussy to get very wet.
She was now lifting her hips against my hand every time I put pressure on her.
“Daddy, why do you do this for a massage”?
“You said you were worried that I might not fit in you. This will help that part of your body relax some so I’ll fit”.
At this point Stacy must have finally noticed something poking her in the side. I felt her hand move lower between us and wrap around my erect cock. The feel of her hand sent an electric current through me. Stacy moved her hand slowly up my shaft squeezing as she went. She finally went back down and in a few seconds reached my balls. She moved her fingers around feeling my balls move around in their sac. She cupped them in her hand and just in time I realized what she intended and said “Carefully Honey, they are very sensitive. If you squeeze too hard it will hurt”.
She relaxed her grip on my balls and moved her hand back to the middle of my shaft. “Daddy, why does your penis get so hard”?
“It needs to be hard so it will go in a girl’s vagina and stay there”. That seemed to satisfy her as she just nodded to my answer. “Are you ready for your massage now”? I knew I was ready.
With a slight smile on her face she said, “Yes. What do I do”?
I moved my hand from her pussy and reached up to her shoulder to help pull her over onto me. “Just come over on top of me like you saw Ashley”. I used my legs to kick the covers off of us. Stacy lifted a leg to get on top of me and hit my cock with her knee. She laughed and said, “That kind of gets in the way doesn’t it”.
“Don’t worry. We’ll find some place to put it so it will be out of the way”.
As she lay down on me, my cock was pinned between our bodies with her pubic bone right in the middle of my shaft. She had her legs stretched out towards my feet. “Okay Honey, you need to move a bit farther up so you won’t be lying on top of my co..penis”.
I put my hands on her waist and lifted her up my body a few inches, freeing me. I then settled her back down so that the head of my cock was positioned right against her labia. “Let’s move your legs so you will be more comfortable. Pull your knees up until they are on either side of my hips”.
As she followed my instructions I could feel her pussy move down against the head of my cock. I had to fight the desire to thrust into her and get it over with.
Once she had settled in on top of me I began a general massage. I worked her neck and shoulders. Unlike the massage I had first given Ashley I made no effort to hide my erection and deliberately put pressure on her shoulders to push her pussy against the head of my cock. She expected this so it would not come as a shock. Over and over again I would feel her lips part so the head of my cock could just enter her and then slide out as I eased the pressure.
I then began working her back rubbing my hands down along her spine. This resulted in a steady pressure down on her body, which resulted in the entire head of my cock entering her. Once I reached her butt I would slip back out as I lifted my hands back to the top of her back and then repeated the stroke. Then an idea occurred to me. I worked down with just one hand, sliding into her. When I reached the bottom of the stroke I took the other hand and started at the top without releasing the downward pressure on her with the other hand. As I brought my other hand up for the next stroke my cock stayed in her and the new stroke then pushed me slightly deeper in her each time. She felt was so tight around me but without any friction. We were both so wet that I could just slide in and out of her. After a dozen or so passes I was half buried in her.
I turned my head towards Stacy and softly said, “Lift your arms above your head and I’ll get your sides”. Stacy followed my directions and moved her arms up over my shoulders. I took my hands and started at the swell of her hips and started rubbing up her sides. The pressure up caused her body to move up on mine and almost pulled me out of her. “No, don’t!” she cried and tried to push her hips back towards my cock. I stopped and pushed her down so I returned to my half-buried position in her. With that she relaxed and began pushing herself down on me in a very slow rhythmic motion.
Stacy turned her head toward me, “Daddy, it feels so big. Is it going to fit in me”?
I had been wondering the same thing but I was determined to find out. “I’m sure it will Honey. We’ll just go slowly.”
I moved my hands up by her armpits and instead of pushing her up I changed to a downward stroke. As I moved my hands down I could feel the swell of her breasts where they were pushed against my chest. On my second pass Stacy lifted one side up and I realized she must want me to reach for her breast. I moved my hand under her and lightly squeezed the side of her breast. She lifted up a bit more and I was able to reach her nipple. I moved it around between my fingertips very slowly. Each time I gave it a bit of a squeeze she pushed harder down on my cock. By this time I was almost completely buried in her. I had given up all pretense of a massage at this point and was now meeting her light thrusts with my own. Using both hands I lifted her up so she was sitting on me with her hands on my shoulders. I was now buried to the hilt in her.
While moving my hands around on her breasts I looked at her face. She had both eyes closed and her mouth formed a big “O” and I could hear little grunts coming from her as she rocked her pussy back and forth on me. Where I had shown Ashley how to move to get the maximum pleasure in this position Stacy did not need to be shown. She now began to move her hips back and forth very fast on me. I could feel it building in me and it was all I could do to not explode in her. I did not know if she was going to cum or not but did not want to ruin her first time for her by cuming first if she was. Stacy then sat straight up on me and started making sharp thrusts on me. She took both hands and dug her nails into my chest. “Oh, Daddy. It feels so hot”. I could feel her pussy spasming, grabbing me. It was all I could take. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down tightly against me, burying myself as deep as I could and began sending stream after stream of sperm into her, my body jerking with each shot.
After a minute or so Stacy collapsed on top of me breathing heavily. I grabbed her butt in my hands and gave her several small thrusts as the feeling gradually subsided. It was several minutes before either of us spoke. “Daddy that was a really nice massage”.
“Thank you Honey, any time you need one”.
“You seemed pretty excited Daddy. Did you squirt inside me”?
“Yes I did”.
“Is it okay if I sleep in here like Ashley did? That way if I am still sore in the morning you can give me another massage”.
“Honey, I’ll give you a massage any time you want”.
“That’s okay. Ashley and I talked about this. She said that if I liked massages that we could take turns. Ashley has practices on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays while mine are on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays. Then you can rest on Sundays”.
Stacy looked at me and smiled. “I had better get some sleep. Ashley and I are going out shopping with the our friends tomorrow”. With that she slid off of me, pulled the covers up, laid her head on my shoulder and quickly went to sleep. When she dropped off to sleep her hand had been resting on my chest but it had slowly slid down until it was resting in my pubic hair. That was creating a resurrection of the dead. I slowly regained my erection until my cock was lying across the top of her hand. When my cock gave a little twitch Stacy’s hand moved around and she wrapped her fingers around my cock. While I was trying to decide if she was really asleep a little girl snore escaped her.
Now here I am with a fully erect cock and a delightfully naked young girl laying almost on me. The way these girls sleep I could just gently pull Stacy over and satisfy this hard-on. No. It had been enjoyable with Ashley when she was asleep but it had been so much better with the two of them when they were awake. And it sounded like Stacy was expecting another “massage” when she awoke.
The next morning I awoke with the unfamiliar sensation of a hand grabbing my cock. Well at least it used to be unfamiliar. Opening my eyes I saw Stacy smiling at me. The covers were already off of us. “You sure took your time waking up. I have been playing with your penis for a half hour now”.
“Honey, for future reference; while penis is the correct word most people call it a cock or a dick. And remember that feeling you had last night at the end? That is called an orgasm or cumming”.
Stacy just smiled and proceeded to climb on top of me. “Daddy? Do you want to talk or do you want to fuck me”? Now there was a word I did not have to teach her. And it seemed that possibly my daughters were not as innocent as I thought. Where had the pretense of a massage gone?
After another half hour we were lying on the bed recovering our breath with Stacy still on top of me and me still inside of her when the door opened and Ashley walked into the room. She walked over to the side of the bed, smiled at me and said “I see you are making sure Stacy does not slide off either”.
I just smiled back at her. What could I say?
Ashley slapped Stacy on the bare butt, “Come on Stacy. You need to get dressed. We are supposed to be ready in a few minutes. Jenna will be here any time now”.
Stacy kissed me on the check and jumped out of bed and ran out to get ready.
Ashley stayed and smiled at me again. “Now don’t get too tired Daddy. This is your rest day. I have practice tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll need a massage tomorrow night. Oh, before I forget. Remember my birthday is next month. Last night we talked about what I wanted for my birthday. I’ve decided. I want to have a slumber party here in the bonus room”.
We have a bonus room upstairs that is huge. It runs the length of a three-car garage. “I’m going to invite four of my friends so with Stacy there will be just six of us. They will come over on Friday night, be here for my birthday on Saturday and then go home on Sunday. We’ll have pizza, watch some movies, listen to some music, play some games and eat some cake. That okay”?
I had been wondering what to do for her birthday so that took care of it for me. “That sounds fine with me. Who are the four friends”?
“Well you know Bobbi, Jenna and Sandy. The fourth is a new girl. She has been here for a couple of months and is on the team. She lives with an uncle and aunt here. She got in some kind of trouble at home and her mother sent her to live with her uncle and aunt for a while. She does not get out much. The aunt and uncle are really religious and don’t let her do anything fun. They said it would be okay to go to an all girl’s party though”.
“Well that sounds fine with me”.
“Thanks Daddy. You are the best”. I rose up for her kiss on my cheek but she took my chin in her hand and turned my head towards her and gave me a very un-daughterly though light kiss on the lips. With that done she turned and left the room.
Over the next three plus weeks we settled into a somewhat regular schedule; at night the girls would finish homework, listen to music or watch TV, talk on the phone with friends and then get ready for bed. Sometimes before bed they would stand outside my door talking about what they were going to do the next morning. Then Stacy or Ashley would come into my bedroom already naked and get into bed with me. Every now and then they would be really tired from practice and we would just go to sleep at night. But then by morning they would be well rested and we would enjoy each other before they left for school.
It was almost four weeks later, just a day before Ashley’s slumber party that Stacy asked me an unusual question. We had just finished having sex after waking up when she sat up on me and said “Daddy, can I ask you a question”?
“Of course, you can ask me anything”.
“What is a blowjob”?
That stopped me. How do you answer that one? But then we had been having sex for several weeks I should be able to answer questions like that. “That is when you have sex with someone and use your mouth. Where did you hear about that”?
“One of Ashley’s friends was talking about how she used to give blowjobs to her boyfriend and how much he liked it. I didn’t know what she meant. I don’t think the other girls did either. I did not want to look stupid and ask her”.
“Well Honey you aren’t stupid. It is just something you don’t know about. Is there something you want to know”?
She slid off to one side of me, bent her elbow and put her head in her hand and looked at me. “Yes. How do you use your mouth in sex”?
“Well what a girl does is she takes the boys cock in her mouth. She can suck on his cock, run her tongue around it and move his cock in and out of her mouth like it does in her pussy”.
I stopped and waited for her to say something. She looked pensive as she thought about what I had said. Then finally she asked, “Do you like it when a girl does it to you”?
“Yes Honey. If feels really good”.
“What happens if you get too excited and cum”?
“Well sometimes the girl pulls the cock out and lets it squirt on her. Some let him cum in her mouth and then spit it out and some girls just swallow it”.
Stacy got quiet. I could see she was processing the information. “What does a boy do to a girl”?
“Well it is kind of the same thing. A boy uses his mouth on a girl’s pussy until she has an orgasm. You know that one spot that feels extra good? He pays special attention to that spot”.
Stacy moved a bit closer to my stomach and started staring at my cock. I was completely deflated from our session and he was just lying there limply to one side. She reached out with one hand and took me between her thumb and her forefinger just above my balls. Moving her fingers back and forth just made me flop around. Then she surprised me by leaning forward and just sucking my cock right into her mouth. I could feel her tongue circling the head and then flicking back and forth across the head. As soft as I was she was able to suck my entire cock into her small mouth. But that was not going to last. The sensations from her tongue, and just watching my cock disappear into her mouth was rapidly bringing me back to life.
Stacy pulled me out of her mouth and flicked her tongue at the head of my cock a few times. “Daddy, you do like that. You are getting hard again”.
With a vigorous nod from me she moved over so her head was positioned directly above my cock and then slowly dropped her mouth down and engulfed me, her tongue swirling around the little helmeted guy. I let my head fall back on the pillow, closed my eyes and just lay there enjoying the sensations.
My eyes popped open pretty quickly when I heard Ashley’s voice. I looked up to see her standing next to the bed. She seemed a bit peeved with Stacy. “I thought I was going to get to go first”. Ashley could not have been too upset because she then pulled her t-shirt off and got in bed with us lying on the other side of me, across from Stacy. “What is it like”?
Stacy lifted her head resulting in a groan from me. “Don’t worry Daddy. I’m, we’re not done”. She had a firm grip on me so I was not going anywhere. “It’s kind of weird but then it was weird when Daddy stuck his cock in me for the first time too”. With a firm grip on my cock she pointed it towards Ashley’s face and said, “Here, you try. See what you think. I think the best part is it really makes Daddy jump around. I think he likes this better than putting it in our pussy’s”.
Now they were not asking for my vote but I thought I should try both methods several times to be sure there was a favorite. I think the song goes “Love the one you’re with” and my cock in her mouth is the one I’m with right now.
Ashley leaned forward and tentively licked the head of my cock. Stacy pulled my cock farther towards Ashley and said, “You need to do more than that”. Ashley looked up at me and then back at my cock. She reached out and replaced Stacy’s hand with hers. She then slowly lowered her head until the entire head of my cock was in her mouth. As she closed her lips around me her teeth bit into the side of me. That brought a quick intake of breath from me. “Be careful with your teeth. I’m not a hotdog”.
Ashley turned towards me and without taking me out of her mouth tried to talk, “Ou eel ike ah aut aug”. Both Stacy and I had to laugh. Stacy looked at her and said, “You should not talk with your mouth full”.
That made Ashley laugh and she bit me again. Stacy then reached out, took me in her hand and said, “Here let me do it for a while”.
“Sorry Dad. I’ll get better”.
All I could say was “Ok” as Stacy was again bobbing her head up and down on me and really working her tongue. She moved her hand away and motioned for Ashley to grab me and then with an up and down motion indicated to Ashley to stroke my cock up and down while she was using her mouth. I have died and gone to heaven.
What seemed like just a few minutes had to have been at least fifteen when I felt it building up in me. You know how time flies when you’re having fun. “Girls, I’m going to cum”. I needed to warn them. I knew girls did not like a surprise in their mouth when they were not expecting one.
Ashley nudged Stacy, “Hey, we’ve never seen Dad cum. Move your mouth I want to see what it looks like”. Stacy lifted her head off me while Ashley kept pumping my cock with her hand. As she picked up speed I began lifting my hips up to move with her hand. It was obvious to the girls that I was going to cum any second. They both moved closer above my cock to see what was going to happen. Between clenched teeth I forced out, “I’m cumming”. Ashley stopped on the down-stroke and gripped me tightly. The first shot went straight up a couple of feet in the air and fell back on Ashley’s hand and my stomach. They both gave an excited squeal as though they were watching fireworks. The second caught Ashley on the side of her nose. Stacy laughed at her so Ashley pointed me at Stacy and the next two squirts caught Stacy on the forehead and her cheek. The remaining cum just bubbled up an inch or so and ran down Ashley’s hand into my pubic hair.
The girls were laughing at each other. They both had cum dripping on their faces. The cum on Ashley’s nose had dripped down and was now covering her lips. She opened her mouth and slowly licked her lips tasting my cum. Stacy watched while Ashley licked her lips several times until the cum was completely gone from her lips. “What does it taste like”?
Ashley just pointed to Stacy’s cheek and said, “You have some on your face, try it and see. It’s not bad, just different”.
Stacy ran a couple of fingers across her cheek. I could see she had a big glob of cum on them. She brought her fingers up to her nose, sniffed and then put both fingers in her mouth, sucking my cum off them. Then she looked back at my cock which was still in Ashley’s hand. Stacy bent her head down to my cock and just sucked the head right in her mouth. I could feel her tongue running around me, cleaning me off. When she was finished, she rose back up, looked at me and smiled. Then she looked at Ashley, “I could do that again but I don’t think Daddy is up for it. I still don’t understand why they call it a blowjob. Neither of us did any blowing”.
While I laid there trying to recover my wits both girls jumped up and ran out of the room saying they had a bunch of shopping to do to get ready for Ashley’s party.
That night, even though it was a Thursday, neither girl came into my bedroom. They were much too excited getting ready for the party. I was a bit disappointed but understood. Disappointed because I thought the three of us should explore this oral sex thing again.
The girls had been bouncing around all day getting the bonus room ready for their slumber party. It was all cleaned up, vacuumed, movies and CD’s stacked and space made for sleeping bags. My job, as it had been explained so clearly by Ashley, was to stay out of the way. My only duty was to pay for the pizza when it arrived. I was looking forward to seeing the girls. We had all been friends for years, since middle school, that is the girls and their parents. I had not seen them in a few months and wondered how they were doing.
For the last hour the girls had been running around upstairs doing whatever last minute things girls do. Finally at 6PM I heard a couple of squeals that were either from them or a family of squirrels that had got in the house. The sound of several feet coming down the stairs and stopping at the door told me their friends had arrived. I peeked out the drapes and got a couple of surprises. I knew three of the girls. They had been friends with my girls for years. The fourth was a stranger to me and must be their new friend Carol. My first surprise was Carol. My girls and their friends were all petite with only Jenna as tall as 5’ 3”. Carol had to be at least 5’ 10”, almost as tall as me and looked to be a couple of years older than the other girls. She looked like a giant among the other girls. She had the kind of legs that you wanted to say “went all the way up”. My second surprise was what they were wearing. They all had on those low-rider jeans were the top was below the hipbones and you thought they had to shave their pubic hair just to wear them, and tops that barely made it below their breasts. Every time I see those pants on a good looking flat-tummied girl I have an overwhelming desire to slide my hand down into their pants and cup their pussy. Just watching the girls approach the door was starting to give me a hard-on.
Jenna, Bobbi and Sandy looked fantastic. They were in that category of “the same only different” if you know what I mean. They were all the same height as my girls, within an inch or so, but while Jenna was blond like my girls, Bobbi and Sandy were brunettes. I seemed to remember the three as stick girls, straight up and down. Maybe it was just the clothes they had to wear. That certainly was not the case now. They had those perky breasts and flat stomachs that you just wanted to slide your hand down until it dropped into their pants.
I quickly let the drapes fall closed. I was going to need a few seconds before I would be able to stand up and greet the girls. As the girls came in they all stopped and said hi before Ashley and Stacy ushered them off upstairs. Ashley yelled from the top of the stairs to be sure and order the pizza.
I phoned in the order for a 7:30 delivery and then settled back in my chair with my laptop. The sounds of laughter and music drifted down the stairs but they stayed in the bonus room. At a quarter to 8 the pizza arrived. I paid for it, grabbed some paper plates and napkins and headed upstairs. When I got to the top of the stairs I turned the corner and started through the bonus room door. My jaw about hit the floor. I was prepared for a lot of bare midriff but what I was not prepared for were six teenage girls laying around on the floor in teddy’s watching music videos. While they were wearing matching panties it was very apparent that none of them were wearing bras. They all jumped up and ran over to get the food mixed with “Thank you’s”. I had a real hard time not staring at their chests. Carol came up and stood across from me while the other girls were bouncing around. Now, her chest deserved staring at. While she had large breasts, they were perfect for her body. They weren’t those humongous things that could incapacitate you if one swung around and hit you along side the head but they would certainly fill your hand with a little left over.
She just stood there and I kept thinking to myself, “Maintain eye contact. Don’t look down. You don’t want these girls to start spreading the word that you are a dirty old man. No matter how true it is.” With some difficulty I just smiled at her, and with Ashley shooing me out of the room, returned to my chair downstairs.
Over the next hour and a half one of the girls would occasionally come downstairs to get something, drink, plates, napkins, etc. They would smile and say hi when they saw me and then run back upstairs. I could not help but follow them with my eyes; breasts swaying, panties flashing, ponytails bouncing.
By 10 I had to call it a night. Another pass of one of the girls down here and I’d have my cock out in my hand beating off or I’d be chasing her around the house. I saved my work, closed the laptop and went upstairs. I passed the door to the bonus room on the way to my bedroom and took the opportunity to say goodnight (translated that means I took one last good look at half naked young girls). Everyone was facing away from the door engrossed with what was on TV so I took my time before speaking. Carol was nearest to me, lying on her stomach on the floor, legs spread slightly with her feet up in the air swinging to the music. I just stood there looking up the inside of her thighs. I must have made some sound, probably a sigh coming from my prick, because she turned over on her side and looked back at me.
With a little smile she said, “Oh, hi Mr. Hunter. Did you come to join the party”?
I tried to be nonchalant, moving the laptop in front of my ever-hardening cock. “You girls look like you’re all having a good time. I just wanted to say goodnight”. I stepped backwards out of the room to a chorus of “good nights” and went down the hall to my bedroom.
It turns pretty warm this time of year. Instead of running the AC I usually just went to bed with a sheet on. I lay there trying to go to sleep so the night would be over and I could stop thinking about those young bodies a couple of doors down the hall. I was not having any success. I kept picturing the girls in and out of those teddies, rubbing my hands all over their bodies, better yet, they rubbing their hands all over mine. My hand kept sliding down and grabbing my cock. At this point I could not get any harder but I really did not want to jerk off. With two girls just down the hall perfectly willing to remedy my situation I thought I would save it. But will one of them want to leave the party to come find Daddy and go for a ride?
After about 20 minutes or so I began to doze off. My erection had pretty much subsided. I was just at half mast at this point. I was about to turn over and go to sleep when something seemed different about the room. I raised my head and saw that my door was open. I had left it open a crack as an invitation to Stacy or Ashley in case they wanted to come in for a while tonight. Now it was fully open and I could see the outline of someone standing there. They were backlit so I could not see their features but there was no doubt as to who it was. She was a head and shoulders taller than the other girls.
“Carol? Can I help you”?
“Mr. Hunter, the other girls want me to go out and get some ice cream. Would that be okay? I can take Jenna’s car”.
I was getting a bit uncomfortable again. I was lying here nude with just a sheet on and the sight of Carol was making a tent in my sheet. I raised one knee a bit to conceal it.
“Are you old enough to drive? Do you have a driver’s license”?
With a little smile she said, “Yes Mr. Hunter. I’m sixteen and I have a license”. She took another step into the room and now the light from the street lamps played across her teddy. I had a perfect view of her breasts. Even though they were large they did not hang down on her. Thank god for athletics programs for our young girls.
Then I remembered we had ice cream in a freezer out in the garage. “Carol, you don’t have to go to the store. We have ice cream in an extra freezer out in the garage.”
Carol just looked at me with a pensive look. “Well that gives me some time then since the girls expect me to be going to the store”.
Walking closer to the bed Carol said, “Mr. Hunter. Can I ask you a couple of questions”?
What was she getting at? When I did not say anything Carol then said “When I first met Stacy and Ashley three months ago they did not know anything about sex. And I mean nothing. I could tell a joke or a story and they had no idea what I was talking about”. As she talked she slowly walked closer to the bed until she was standing right next to me. “In the last couple of months they have learned quite a bit, which seems strange when you think about it. They don’t have boyfriends. We are with them all the time at school.
The only guy they are around is you. Don’t you think that is strange?”
I did not know what to say. What was she getting at? Am I going to jail? Finally I had to say something, “Maybe they have been reading. They do read a lot”. That sounded lame even to me.
Carol just slowly shook her head with a smile. “I don’t think what they know comes from a book. Now I have been stuck here for months now away from my Da…, my boyfriend. I was used to some regular physical activity there. Now here with my “Born again” aunt and uncle I cannot even talk to a boy. This is the first time I have been with a male alone outside of school. Now for my second question: I don’t think you would like word to get out about Stacy and Ashley’s education so I think we can work out something mutually beneficial.” My silence gave her the encouragement she was looking for. She took off her teddy and panties and tossed them on the floor. I had still not said a word. I couldn’t think of any answer that could fix the situation for me. I was not sure I wanted it fixed.
Carol took my continued silence for a yes and pulled the sheet off of me and down to the foot of the bed. She then climbed into bed beside me. She reached over and took my erect cock in her hand and gave it a good squeeze. “I guess this answers my question for me”.
Another fork in the road and I made the same choice. I turned on my side and took one of her breasts in my hand and began caressing it; first one and then the other. I leaned over and flicked one nipple then the other with my tongue. Carol slowly began stroking my cock up and down. I left one hand on a breast let the other drift down her stomach until I reached her pubic hair. She spread her legs in anticipation but I wanted to play with her hair just a bit first. I teased her by taking little pinches of hair and giving them gentle tugs. After a few seconds I began rubbing my hand in circles on her pubic bone but ignoring her pussy. Her breathing had deepened and she was making some low moaning sounds in my ear. Finally she reached down with her hand and pushed my hand down to her pussy. “We do not have all night. I’m supposed to be going to the store for dessert”.
I began rubbing my fingers around her labia and clitoris and replied, “And dessert you shall have”. I started to pull her on top of me. I was used to Stacy and Ashley who were so small I felt I would crush them if I got on top of them. Carol pushed my hand back and commanded, “No. I want you on top of me”.
I was more than willing to comply. I rose up on my hands and knees and moved one knee between her willing thighs. After I was positioned between her legs I waited a moment and looked down at her. She was beautiful. Perfect skin, breasts, and legs and certainly had the right attitude about sex.
I was just about to move forward to enter her when she reached down with one hand and grabbed my cock and pulled me forward until the head entered her pussy and said “Now fuck me Da…, now fuck me!”
That was the second time she had said that. Was she going to say Daddy, or was her boyfriend’s name something like Danny, Dave?
I did not have the inclination to dwell on it. With just part of me in her I could feel her pussy muscles grabbing me, trying to pull me deeper. I was more than willing to help. Moving up higher on her I was able to thrust completely into her. She made a groan and pulled her knees up and I slid another inch deeper. She wrapped her arms around me and began thrusting her hips up to meet mine. I began a motion of thrusting as deep as I could in her then pulling back until I was almost ready to fall out then thrusting back into her. Each thrust in made her gasp. “Oh, you are so much bigger than, ah, my boyfriend. It feels so good to be completely filled”.
She moved her head around so her mouth was by the side of my head and then flicked her tongue around the inside of my ear. That got an immediate response from me of thrusting harder into her. “Oh, yes. Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me”. Well that answered that question. I could feel her legs moving higher until she finally got her heels placed on my butt and began pushing with me on every thrust.
We had just pounded each other in that position for a good twenty minutes when she said, “Oh that feels so good Daddy”. A little cry escaped her. Then, “Yes Daddy, that’s the spot, right there. I’m so close. Don’t stop”. I was trying to pace myself and was not about to stop until she was ready. I was ready to cum ten minutes ago but I did not think that would be a good idea with her considering the story she could tell. The last thing I needed was an upset 16 year-old who knew I was fucking my 13 and 14 year-old daughters.
Of course there was no way I was going to stop. It would have taken the other five girls to pull me off of her. She began to give a little grunt with each thrust until she finally put her feet down on the bed, tensed up and then arched her back up off the bed, lifting me with her. Her face had tensed into a grimace and a steady moan was coming from her. After a few seconds she collapsed back on the bed followed by another push against my body and then she finally relaxed.
She wrapped her legs around me again and began pushing her hips against me. “You were very nice waiting for me. Now it’s your turn”. I could feel her pussy muscles begin to milk my cock. It was like she had me in her hand, squeezing. What kind of exercises are they teaching these girls? I could feel the tension building up in me. It was not going to take long. I slammed into her again and again, and then with a gasp I pushed as hard as I could against her bringing a small cry from her as I erupted in her. I buried myself as deep as I could in her as each stream shot out of me.
After a minute, always the gentleman, I tried to move some of my weight to my knees and elbows. Every now and then her pussy would give me a little squeeze and I would reward her with a small push back into her. It did not take long though before I was soft enough that I began to slip out of her as she squeezed.
She took my head in both hands and gave me a kiss. “Thanks. I really needed that.”
I kissed her back and said “I’m happy to oblige”.
“Well now that you are out of me you might as well get off of me. I need to go get some ice cream before they come looking for me”. With that I rolled off her and she slowly got out of bed and stepped into her panties and then put her teddy back on. She took the sheet and pulled it up onto me. Before leaving she stopped and looked at me saying, “And by the way; all of this, and I mean everything, will just be our little secret. And remember, I don’t go home until Sunday. I’m going to have to talk to Stacy and Ashley about having some “play” dates at your house”. With a little wave to me she walked to the door.
Then a thought hit me. Do the girls think she is going to the store in that teddy? The clothes she wore are back in the room with the girls.
When Carol went out she did not completely shut the door. She must have stopped in the hall because I could hear her voice. The girls must have come looking for her. I could make out some of her words because she was right by the door but could not quite make out what the other girls were saying. Did they catch her coming out of my bedroom? Do they know what was going on?
I heard Carol say something that sounded like, “I told you he would” followed by some whispering. Then Carol replied “Don’t be a….” I could not make out the last words. “That is what ……party …. for. ………..you all wanted…..your turn”. There was a bunch more whispering and at this point I could not make out even what Carol was saying.
Finally it got quiet in the hall and I figured the girls had returned to their room.
As I lay back in the bed and relaxed I could not help but compare Carol and my girls. They were all great in different ways. Nothing could replace what I was enjoying with Stacy and Ashley but Carol was great also. It was also nice being on top for a change. That thrill of being in charge. Though I’m not sure who was in charge with Carol.
With all these thoughts going through my head I almost missed the faint knock at the door. Was this Stacy or Ashley coming in? They knew they did not need to knock.
I was just beginning to think it was my imagination when I heard a louder knock.
“Yes. Who is it”?
The door opened and Jenna, followed by Bobbi and Sandy, stepped inside. What is going on? They just looked at me expectantly. I then heard a voice outside the door say “Go ahead”. It sounded like Ashley.
Jenna took a step closer to the bed, followed by Bobbi and Sandy and said, “Mr. Hunter. Can we ask you a couple of questions”?

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An Unexpected Twist of Fate part 2

Tension in the Anders house was at an intolerable high. It seemed like no one could get along with anyone else. Much to everyone’s amazement Lizzie and Kayla had similar tempers and did nothing but yell and have heated debates over everything. Kael was rarely home which was a shame since he actually got along pretty well with his new found sister. And it was obvious that both Kaden and Lizzie were avoiding each other equally, much to their fathers’ disbelief.
“You’ve barely said one word to your sister since she moved in” Richard said to Kaden as he poured juice into his favorite cup. “Not only is she your sister, but she’s your twin. I can’t believe you have nothing to say to her”
Kaden turned from his father to the sister he had been avoiding for two and half months. It was hard facing her after what had happened between them, yet he still couldn’t get the feel of her skin or the way she tasted out of his mind. The worst part of it was he knew he still wanted her, hence the avoidance.
“Hi. Happy now?” he asked his father
“Not even close” Richard retorted
“I gotta get to work but I’ll be back in time for dinner” Lizzie told their father without acknowledging Kaden.
“I don’t know what’s going on between you two but you seriously need to move past it.” He turned toward the stairway. “I have to go to a physics convention in San Francisco for two days. I figure you kids can take of yourselves and not kill each other”
Kaden turned to put the juice away thinking about how the next two days were going to be hell. It’s not like we can talk about what happened between us Kaden thought. He knew the reason why she was angry with him was because of the way he’d been acting. Like she said, they didn’t know that they were related when it happened but how was he suppose to explain to her that he was still attracted to her even though she was his twin sister? Or explain that at night all he could think about was the breathy sighs she made when she was close to cumming.
“Dad’s right. We need to move pass this. Can we talk when you get back?” Kaden asked while she was shoving things into her purse
“No”
“Why not? Your pissed when I don’t talk to you but when I try you get an attitude”
“I wanted to have this conversation month ago but you said no. Now that you’re ready for it I’m supposed to just sit her like a good little girl and say ok…I don’t think so. Now move out of my way, you’re blocking the door”
“Where are you going” he asked suspiciously. “I know you lied to dad earlier, you never work on Thursdays.
“Why do you want to know where I’m going? It’s not like you care”
“Your right I don’t” Kaden told her. He watched as she moved around pretending his words didn’t hurt. He knew they did but he’d rather see her hurt and angry than ignoring and avoiding him
“I’m going to see my brother”
“Kael’s in Los Ang-“
“I’m not talking about Kael, you idiot.” She sneak a quick took towards the staircase. “Mom was pregnant when she left. She never told Richard because she gave the baby up for adoption”.
“What happened to the baby? How is that you know him?” Kaden quickly asked.
“It was an open adoption; his adoptive parents let us see him whenever we wanted’. She blurted out. “He doesn’t live to far from here so I promised to come and visit. He’s been through a lot these past few months”. She sighed “He took Mom and Parker’s death harder than we expected.”
He didn’t know what to say to that. Everything’s so messed up he thought to himself. “Why didn’t you tell dad? Are you really that selfish, how could you keep that from him? Why are you here?” He screamed at her, watching the tears fall from her eyes before she angrily brushed them away.
“I’m not here by choice! I didn’t want to come here; I wanted to stay with my step-fathers family. But nooo…Richard made me come here so we could be a ‘family’. Give me a break. Like that’s ever going to happen” she started for the door. “Don’t follow me”
Kaden didn’t give a damn what she wanted. It felt like she was ruining everyone’s life on daily basis. He was already going to hell for having sex with her, she and Kayla could barely say one word to one another without fighting, Kael was never home, and his father had unrealistic expectations for them.
He saw her stick out her foot when she noticed him following her but it was already too late. He made a grab for one of her arms and groaned as his knee hit one of the chairs on his way down pulling her with him. Lizzie let out a squeak as she landed on the floor with Kaden on top of her. He froze when he realized they’re bodies where aligned with her legs cradling his. He hardened instantly. He grabbed her hip when she started to push him off her.
“What the hell did you do that for?” they asked in unison
Kaden liked the feeling of being on top of her. The skirt she wore was hiked up around her waist but he didn’t think she realized that yet. He knew he needed to get off her before she noticed his erection but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“I hate you”
“You’re not my favorite person either” He braced his hands between her head so he could look at her.
Kaden could feel the need building inside of him and knew what was to happen be basically inevitable. Her brown eyes darkened as his hand settled over her breast
“We can’t do th-“
His mouth was on hers before she finished, hard and demanding. All that registered was the need. He wanted his bare skin against hers, his body on hers. He needed to be inside her more than he needed his next breath. Her teeth scraped against his lower lip and he moaned out loud.
“Someone could come in” she said breathlessly
His hand slid down to squeeze her breasts and in that instant he felt like he was on fire. She tore blindly at his shirt while he attempted to strip her of her tank top. Her hands grabbed his as he started to remove is jeans.
“We can’t” she said feverishly. She pushed at his shoulders until he sat up
The sane part of his mind knew that she was right but the lower half his body demanded that he bury himself in her hot pussy until they were both screaming.
“There are a lot of reasons why we can’t do this. First, you’re my biological brother. Second, we’re on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. And lastly…I’m kinda seeing someone at the moment” she said quickly
“Who the hell are you seeing?” Kaden cringed at the note of jealously in his voice. He could tell by her look she noticed it too. “I am not jealous. You’ve been here for less than three months and we aren’t even in school yet. “
“Not that it’s any of your business but his name is Jason”
“Jason. Wait-you mean Jason Briggs? You have got to be kidding me; he’s the epitome of a dumb jock. Plus he is known for treating girls like crap.”
“Well brother dear I happen to like him. And I don’t have time for this conversation. I have to go see my-our brother Kevin” She grabbed her purse and headed for the door and he started to follow. “No you can’t come with me, I want to get Kevin used to the idea of meeting the rest of you and then I have to come up with a way to tell Richard he has a child he never knew about. I’ll see you later”
Kaden watched silently as she flounced out the door and headed to her car. He turned and picked up his thinking to himself how much he needed a shower-a cold shower.
Twenty minutes later he emerged from his shower feeling rejuvenated. He knew what had happened earlier was a mistake and was convinced it wasn’t going to happen again. He still didn’t like the idea of her dating that idiot Briggs. Probably trying to get back at me he thought. Kaden tripped over his computer chair trying to get to his ringing cell phone. The time read 2:30. Damn he hadn’t realized he’d been sitting around that long
“Hello” he said into the cell. He hadn’t checked the caller id so he had no idea who was on the other end
“Hey baby. Miss me?” said a sultry voice
Kaden immediately knew who it was. Only two people had a voice that could make him break out in goosebumps. “Hi Ms. Gordo. You know I miss you very much. Its been awhile since I had those pretty legs wrapped around my waist.” He laughed “That was always the best part of my day”
“You naughty boy. Don’t make me give you detention before school even starts. The reason for my call is concerning your sister, Kalina.”
“Lizzie. She doesn’t go by Kalina anymore. What about her?
“I just wanted to see how your dealing with the whole situation. I know you weren’t looking forward to her coming to live with you guys”
“It had a rocky start but I think we came to a truce” he told her “What are you wearing”
“Stop that. I’m looking at your schedule and you’re in my English class right before lunch and my study hall right after lunch. So basically I have a whole hour to do whatever I want with you.
“I’m definitely looking forward to that. You know you’re my favorite teacher don’t you?
“Well of course I am. How any other teachers let you fuck them on a regular basis?” she asked laughingly.
To be perfectly honest she wasn’t the only teacher he was fucking but he wasn’t dumb enough to tell her that “No one.”
“Well I have to get going, I just wanted to see how your doing. Oh yeah, it looks like your sister’s in all of your classes.”
Kaden sat up “Are you serious? I’m taking AP classes and I’m still not getting away from her? Fuck”
He threw the phone on the bed and went to get his swim towel. Nothing was more relaxing then swimming naked when no one was around. He had just opened the patio door, completely naked, when he heard someone laughing behind him
“Nice ass”
“What are you doing here? I thought you went to see Kevin” He asked her tying his towel around his waist. Not that he was modest
“Change of plans. I’ll go and visit him on Sunday. Plus Jason called me; his parents are out of town so he has the house to himself. If he plays his cards right he just might get lucky tonight” She told him wagging her eyebrows
“No” he said ferociously. He grabbed her arm pulling her body closer to his. “If lays on finger on you I’ll hurt him. Your mine.”
For the second time that day his mouth landed on hers hot, hard and demanding. It wasn’t about romance. There wasn’t a vestige of anything soft or tender about the kiss. It was all about fulfilling the need that had been building inside both of them.
Kaden gloried in the feel of Lizzie’s hands moving roughly over his body. He slid his hands down to the delicious curve of her ass pulling her tight against his dick.
“I want you inside me. I want your cock. Now”
Somewhere between Lizzie wrapping her legs around his waist and settling over the table, Kaden had lost his towel. All he could think about was getting inside her. With a noise of frustration Kaden pulled her to the edge of the table, pushing her skirt up over her hips. Gritting his teeth, he held on long enough to grab his aching cock and pull aside her silk thong.
And then he thrust himself inside her. Hard
Lizzie cried out, her head arching back as she clutched the table, pushing herself against him. It was too fast he thought in some sane part of his mind, but every stroke inside her tight pussy was bringing him closer to losing control
She brought her mouth to his ear and traced it with her tongue sending chills down his body. He grabbed her legs and moved them higher around his waist, pushed her back against the surface and began pumping her so hard the table started to creak
“Do you hear that?’ she asked him breathlessly
His mind registered some sort of knocking noise. “What is it?” he asked her while frantically thrusting his hips.
“I think…uh…someone’s knocking on the door.” She tightened her legs around him “I’m so close. Fuck me. Make me cum” she whispered in his ear
With those words, Kaden lost his last shred of control. He grabbed her hair, burying his face in her neck as he felt her shudder and contract around him. She came like a tornado. His balls tightened, and with a yell he started pumping her pussy full of his cum.
The silence was broken only by their breathing. When his heartbeat was relatively back to normal the full impact of what they had done hit him
“Oh man. Fuck”
“You can say that again”
“Are you ok?” he asked her
“Yeah “
He grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the stairs. Going past the bathroom that separated their rooms, he stopped outside his door. He bent down to plant a soft kiss on her lips
“What are you doing?”
“We’ve never taken our time and really enjoyed each other.”
Kaden watched, praying that she wanted the same thing. At her nod, he pulled her to him and nibbled on her bottom lip. He wanted to take his time with her. Since the had the house to themselves for the remainder of the evening he wanted to show her how much she was starting to mean to him
He pushed open the door and pulled her in with him. “I never bring girls in here” he told her nervously
She looked at him curiously. “Why not…Wait you’ve never had sex in your own bed?”
“Nope”
“Why not?”
He took her hand into his and kissed her palm “Because this is one night I want to remember every time I go to sleep. I didn’t care about the others”
Slowly he started to pull her tank top over head. Except for a small scar on her shoulder she had clear skin.
He bent his head to draw a hardened nipple into his mouth listening to her soft moaning. Kaden moved from her nipple to her neck, moving forward until her knees hit the side of his bed. He gave a light push and she fell back in his bed while he crawled on top. Once again he kissed her lips and thrust his tongue in her mouth.
Lizzie pushed at his shoulders until he was flat on his back. “It’s my turn” Grasping him with both hands, their eyes locked as she moved her mouth up and down ever so slowly. He looked down to watch her stroke his demanding cock. His eyes shut tightly as he pushed his hips sinking deeper into the hot warm mouth, the tongue, the throat, the sucking as it tightened all around his dick. He moaned out loud with the warm and intense pleasure of the mouth that forced itself deeper and deeper around his demanding cock.
Kaden couldn’t think he could only feel his sister’s mouth around his cock, his cock practically buried in her throat. She had obviously had experience because no other girl made him feel like this.
“Lizzie” he said barely recognizing his voice. “Stop” he begged.
She mumbled something incoherently and he gasped, feeling the vibrations. She kept working his cock, her hand gently tugging his balls while her mouth moved faster and faster. It finally became too much for him and he exploded. He couldn’t help but grab her head as he pumped her mouth full of cum. His back arched, thighs trembled, and his toes curled painfully from the intensity of his climax.
Kaden lay panting as Lizzie gave his cock one last squeeze before moving up and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I think you’ve killed me” he told her
“Have you died and gone to Heaven?”
Laughing, he thought back to what had happen that day. “Not in this lifetime” he told her instantly pulling her body on top of his.

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Noc 3

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Ashley handed Carly the pills and told Megan and her not to take too much advantage of Aaron as she kissed them goodbye and left.
Aaron didn’t even attend his own parents’ funeral. He hadn’t left his room in five days. He couldn’t stand the pain, it felt like his brain was growing past the size of his skull and it was being smashed against the bone. He tried not thinking but hated wasting his free time attempting to become brain dead. The day before the funeral, he just gave up and tried thinking through everything hoping to get everything off his mind. Since then, he could barely stand up from the pain and hadn’t left his bed since, except the occasional crawl to the bathroom. Using the pills Ashley gave him, at the only effective dosage, only put him to sleep where he felt no pain but he could only watch as the days just passed by. The only comfort he felt was when he woke up to Carly holding him and they talked a while before his head slowly became unusable.
Megan tried avoiding Aaron while he was awake and only visited him while he slept. She couldn’t understand how Carly could be with him as he suffered so much. She spent most of her free time with her dad who was home for four days before he had to leave again. He left for a pilots conference cross country but would be back in a week.
Ashley, prolonging her major case the past week and a half, could hold out no longer and had to travel across the state to devote all her time on her client and the trial. She drilled numbers and names into Carly for emergencies and had set up their neighbors to check on them every day. She’d prefer them to go live with her husband’s parents for the time they’d be alone but with Aaron, things would just get too complicated, and nobody living close enough could take time from work to stay with the girls and Aaron. Carly begged and vowed that she could handle everything. She wanted to babysit that summer but her mom insisted that fifteen years old was too young; but now she had the perfect opportunity to prove she was responsible enough.
Carly held the pills in her hand and began reading the instructions. Her mom mentioned that they would be able to wake up a dead horse. Ashley didn’t let her know how many strings she had to pull to get the pills without a prescription though. She didn’t think it mattered much as her husband was taking him to the doctor when he got back from his conference. She gave him a pill the night before as well and he showed only positive signs in the afternoon before she left. She did though let Carly and Megan know that it did have strong influential effects on the user, so he could be easily manipulated. She joked that if the pills worked well enough, they may be able to get him to clean his room or the whole house. At that, Carly just showed a slight smile to please her mother over her not so well timed joke while Megan smiled wide thinking about other uses for him besides cleaning.
Aaron was feeling great, at least compared to the past week. He could think clearly and most all the pain was gone. He felt almost too happy, but he was not about to complain. He felt himself regaining his sanity through the naps that he took since Ashley gave him the pill but this time he woke up feeling great despite the overwhelming urge to take a piss. He sat up on his bed and walked quickly over the clothes covering the floor of his room and quickly skipped to the bathroom and unloaded his bladder into the toilet.
Carly walked upstairs to check on Aaron and found his room empty. She sat down on the bed and scanned the filthy dark room. She decided that she would clean it a bit since she couldn’t stand looking at the mess and hoped that maybe it would cheer Aaron up a bit.
Aaron felt like getting some sun and fresh air. He hated the dark messy dungeon of his room. He walked past his room seeing Carly picking up a shirt and throwing it to the laundry basket and feeling more like himself now, he decided to sneak by and let her do a little more cleaning before he showed back up. He snuck down the stairs, into the living room and past the kitchen onto the back patio by the pool.
Megan caught a glimpse of him and followed. She met him on the bench in the corner. Aaron quickly scanned her body, from her kicking white and pink tennis shoes, past her tiny ankle socks, up along her thin tanned legs to her short pink shorts, to her tight white t-shirt, and finally to her face and eyes who were staring back into his.
“You feeling better?” Megan asked with Aaron nodding.
“I heard you in the shower this morning,” she said.
“Yeah, but I think I need another one after sleeping in my bed, I feel so greasy,” Aaron explained. “I haven’t seen you much lately,” he continued.
Megan looked down to her lap and muttered, “I don’t like seeing people hurt… I’m sorry.” A strong feeling of selfishness struck Aaron seeing her saddened by what he said. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, apologizing.
“You do feel greasy,” Megan giggled, “now I’m going to have to take a bath. You should feel like this,” she said while pulling his other hand to her leg. She put his hand on her leg and rubbed it up her soft smooth skin up to her shorts. Megan stared into his face, testing his reaction to see how far she could go. “Maybe we should take a bath together,” she blurted out not being able to hold back as Aaron’s fingers lingered on her leg, inches from her vagina.
Aaron was surprised but couldn’t show it. His overly happiness influenced his decision a lot but he too also curiously wanted to do it and agreed with Megan. She released her grip on his hand and it fell, cupping her leg. Megan could barely stand it, being wrapped so close to Aaron under his arm with his other hand resting on her bare skin so close to the sensitive slit between her two legs. She stood up and told him she would get the bath ready now and walked into the house.
Aaron sat momentarily, confused and slightly scared of the thought. He didn’t know what was going on but just felt it was best to go with the flow, after all he was the happiest he’d been in a long time. But he couldn’t deny that that was the weirdest suggestion made to him by anybody, especially his cousin, although he felt that his touching her might have had something to do with it. He got up and left into the house to go up to his room.
Carly finished putting all the dirty clothes in the laundry basket and straitening up a few knickknacks and sat down on Aaron’s bed. She pushed herself back and leaned against the wall lifting her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees. She heard, then saw Megan run up the stairs and into the bathroom. She didn’t realize that Aaron had left it. She was about to get up to look for Aaron when she heard him walking up the stairs.
Aaron walked into the room and stared at Carly. He scanned her, from her white and blue tennis shoes on his bed sheets to her ankle socks, up and around her small tanned legs into her open miniskirt, where he lingered, trying to view her panties but failed as her legs blocked any good view. He continued, up to and past her tight light blue t-shirt and to her face. He didn’t mean to be so blatant about his scanning and didn’t realize it was so obvious until he saw the look on Carly’s face. He was about to apologize when Carly asked him to come to her. He felt so ashamed and just wanted to leave but freely obeyed her. He sat on the bed and pushed himself up like Carly so he wouldn’t be tempted to look down backward into her skirt.
“Thank you for being there for me this last week,” Aaron said shamefully looking straight to his knees. Carly wrapped her arm around the front of Aaron and pulled her head to his chest and wiped her tearing eyes in appreciation. Aaron wrapped his hand around her body and kept apologizing hoping it would make her stop crying. She slowly pulled her head up to Aaron’s and quickly kissed him and pulled away to see how he would take it.
Aaron lately found Carly to be attractive but the past week with her, he felt much more for her. As she stood by his side and comforted him in his darkest hour, he began caring more and more for her. He never felt this way before and it somewhat scared him because she was his cousin but he couldn’t stop what was happening now if he wanted to.
He moved his mouth to her face and pressed his lips to hers. Carly’s entire body flared in heat as if being kissed for the first time by the boy she’d loved forever. She opened her mouth and tilted her head a bit and began pushing her tongue into Aaron’s lips. As Aaron opened his mouth, Carly pushed her body sideways, over Aaron’s legs and pulled him on top of her. When Aaron shifted over her as so she was under his entire body and could feel his penis bulging against her leg, she wrapped her arms under the tail of his shirt and began running her hands over his warm back.
Aaron didn’t know what she wanted in return and in no way did he want to hurt or offend her by going too far, compromising what they had going so he just let her do whatever she wanted to him holding back all the things he wanted to do to her.
Carly, locked lips with Aaron and her hands up his shirt and fingers wrapped over his bare shoulders gripping him to her body, began feeling terrible. She knew that Aaron was under an influence and was letting her do anything to him but he wasn’t doing anything back. She felt like she was just using him. She wanted him so incredibly bad but wanted even more for him to want her back. She pulled her lips from his and told him to get off her. Aaron just stared into her eyes.
“Get off me!” she repeated loudly. This pissed Aaron off as his ever increasing happiness instantly flipped into rage as Carly laid under him having just teased him and now rejected him. He pushed himself off her and walked from the room flaring with anger, confusion, and depression. He marched into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He looked down at Megan standing before him in nothing but her panties and short shorts and dropped to his knees throwing his arms around her and squeezed her body into his. He was tired of being mad and depressed and held Megan tightly, never wanting to leave her small, warm body.
Megan felt Aaron’s erection going limp against her leg and concluded that Carly must have screwed up big time with him. Megan thought Carly didn’t watch enough TV.
“Let’s get you into the bath,” Megan said softly. She lifted his shirt as best she could until he finally released his grip on her. She pulled the shirt over him and threw it by the door. Unbuttoning his pants, she pulled the zipper open and pushed her little thumbs under his boxers and pants and slid them down to his knees. Then she pushed her hips out toward Aaron. He looked down at her shorts and then to her face. She nodded and he moved his hands to her zipper and slowly zipped it to the bottom. He pushed his fingers in the hole rubbing her panties with his knuckles where he slid his hand up and undid the button, letting her shorts fall to the ground.
Now looking at the young almost naked body in front of him, Aaron began to forget about Carly and his penis began rising again. He looked into Megan’s face which kept glancing between his eyes and her hips which still protruded toward him. Aaron lightly touched the back of her calves and slowly teased his way up the back of her naked legs. He moved them just to barely touch and stimulate the skin all the way to her butt where he cupped her round and small cheeks. He moved his fingers under the rim of her panties and slowly pulled them down. He moved them past her vagina and let them drop to her shorts on the floor.
Megan put her hand over the top of Aaron’s head and pushed it to her vagina. Aaron’s nose pressed just above her vagina so he grabbed her naked butt cheeks and moved his mouth between her legs and slipped his tongue out and moved the warm wet muscle the full length of Megan’s tiny slit. Megan almost fell as she lost all muscles in her legs from the sheer enjoyment. She backed up and turned to sit on the bathtub edge while gripping her belly and gasping for breath. Aaron wrapped his entire mouth over her small vagina between her legs and began rubbing as much tongue as he could over her vaginal lips while breathing warm heavy breaths of air from his nose just above.
Megan could barely keep herself from falling back into the hot bath water as her vagina was being massaged by Aaron’s entire mouth. Aaron then began pushing his tongue into the tiny crack and licking inside the entire length of the slit. Megan began panting heavily and lost control. She grabbed Aaron’s head and pulled tightly as her entire reproductive system began spasming wildly as she released her orgasm. She let out a loud shriek as she wanted to pull Aaron’s face off her from the over stimulation but couldn’t and fell back into the tub engulfing her naked body in hot water. With her neck up and feet sticking out of the water, she panted heavily trying to calm down pressing her hand into her vagina lips trying to stop anything else from touching it. Aaron kicked his pants and boxers off and climbed in with Megan. He turned her around to go with the length of the tub and hovered over her.
“Just a minute,” she begged staring at Aaron and panting for air. Aaron pulled her up uncovering her nipples from the water and moved his mouth to them. He shaped his lips around her nipple and began sucking the skin around it while licking the nub. Megan dropped her head back in pleasure and sighed, “You’re going to kill me.” Aaron flipped the tip of his tongue over the tip of her nipple as he massaged her other nipple with his thumb. Megan moaned partly for help; she felt like she had never before and didn’t think she could handle this much.
Aaron then ran his tongue from her one nipple to the other and began sucking and swirling as much tongue as he could over it. He moved his hand down her back to her butt cheeks and pushed his finger down her crack. He forced his hand under her butt and proceeded rubbing her tiny butt hole with his finger. Megan rolled her eyes and released her breath. Then Aaron began trying to push his finger into her butt hole. The pressure of her hole parting tensed her butt cheeks and she closed her eyes, silently opening her mouth wide.
Aaron felt too much resistance so he moved his mouth back down to her vagina as she slid back into the water. He puckered his lips and released a concentrated stream of air bubbles between her small legs onto the slit. Megan closed her eyes again and squirmed around from the feeling. Aaron came up for air and dropped back down where his lips met her lips, and he plunged his tongue deep into her vagina and began feeling all around inside her with it. Megan jerked her legs and through her arms out of the water grabbing the sides of the bathtub. As Aaron’s lips moved over her vaginal lips and his tongue inside her, Megan could no longer hold back and her hips began bucking into Aaron’s face as her muscles gripped his tongue and she orgasmed inside his mouth, as she cried out in bliss.
Again, Aaron kept sucking and licking her vagina as she and after she had her orgasm. Megan pleaded, knowing he couldn’t hear her, to stop. Aaron drew his head up for air and dunked back under and began running his tongue all between her small legs. He moved his hands up to her chest and felt around for her nipples and began swirling his thumbs over them. Megan’s entire body shivered and she could feel another orgasm coming. To ease it, she gripped her legs around Aaron’s head and leaned forward trying to curl her body up. The sensation just grew inside her and she jerked back, thrusting her pelvis and soft vagina into Aaron’s face, releasing her most intense orgasm. She cried loudly in pure ecstasy as again her hips bucked against Aaron’s mouth and she released her young orgasm into his mouth again as he grabbed for her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs.
Aaron then slowly blew a stream of bubbles up from her clitoris to her chest. He removed his head from the water by hers and gasped for air. Megan looked to Aaron and grabbed his head and brought his lips to hers. She drove her tongue into his mouth and began licking her juicing out of his mouth. Then she pulled his head from hers.
“Go inside me please, cum inside me so you’ll stop torturing me, please!” she panted and sucked his mouth back to hers.
Not even thinking, Aaron complied. While Megan still lapped her juices from his mouth, Aaron pulled his penis up to her vaginal slit. He pushed his penis’s entire length inside of her at a steady pace. Megan, who thought she couldn’t cum anymore, now feeling his dick enter her, and feeling it go deep into her organ pressing against the other organs in her tiny body, couldn’t believe the pleasure she was still getting. Aaron wrapped his arm around her body trying to hold as much contact as possible as they sucked each other’s mouths and he drove his penis between her legs, into her small body.
As he continued moving in and out of her, she began breathing deeper into Aaron’s mouth. Feeling her tiny naked body breathing and panting against his naked body in the hot bath water invigorated Aaron as he came close to climax feeling the unbelievable tightness of his younger cousin’s vaginal tube run the length of his penis. He hit his max and began to cum, pulsing his sperm into the little girl’s body.
As the hot liquid cum shot inside her body into her womb, Megan ripped her mouth away from Aaron’s, tilting her head back and began moaning loudly as her hips thrust her entire naked body against Aaron’s, as her insides compressed themselves around Aaron’s shaft and convulsed her pink fleshy tube against the full length of his appendage.
Aaron, just finishing cumming began feeling Megan’s body convulse and her soft hot wet vaginal insides spasm against his penis. He gripped Megan’s little body hard as the head of his penis became over stimulated from her orgasm.
Megan felt Aaron’s grip and she too felt that her orgasm was a bit extreme and was taking a lot out of her, but still managed to grip her arms around Aaron’s body for comfort and safety. Megan kept moaning loudly as her already over stretched organ shrunk even more around its intruder. As she released her full orgasm, she gripped tightly to Aaron, as did he to her. When she stopped, she fell backwards releasing her grip almost losing consciousness from the strain on her body. She stared up at Aaron not knowing what to say or even if she had the strength to talk. Aaron keeping his penis locked into her tiny body slowly set himself on top of her. Seeing her so worn out, he rolled them over letting her tiny worn out body rest on his. Her naked form just laid on top of his being pulled down his sloping body from gravity locking her into place on his penis.
Then the door opened and Carly, rubbing her eyes with her shirt sleeves, walked in.

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Noc 7

Noc 8 is the ending. There will be a special short, Noc 7.5, though.

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After the Dance

We pulled up in front of a nice townhouse complex that sat deep in a forested area. Her townhouse was in complete darkness. “Looks like everyone’s gone to bed,” I said casually.
“No one’s home. My parents are away,” Natasha replied.

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Debt and its high price part 6: Kali’s taste of Kalona

Kali heard his top fall, his zipper, and then his jeans and boxers fall to the ground. Somehow it stirred a primal instinct in her body. She felt her body longing to have him inside her, suprise, as she still hurt from the whipping she just received. That is untill he walked over in front of her.
Wanting her fear Kalona walked over in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair, making sure she saw the monster between his legs. He smiled in satisfaction as her eyes widened and a small terrified sound escaped her lips. He released her hair and let her hide her face as best she could in the position she was in.
To her it seemed like an eternity between him releasing her hair and feeling the head of his massive cock against her battered and beaten pussy. To him it seemed all too soon. Even though he waited patiently till she was 18 before he even had his men follow and stalk her for the pictures he got, he didn’t give a damn about her well being. Using her father’s semen, he burried himself in her.
With his massive intrution of her body she screamed. She felt the tears start to flow down her cheeks. She wished it wasn’t real. But what she didn’t realize was he only had the first 11 inches in her.
He listened to her screams and sobs as if they were music, to him they were. At first he stayed still, with only what her body naturally allowed in her. He waited for her sobs to stop before pulling back slowly. As soon as he started to mover her body began to buck.
Usually he would check the restraints before giving a new slave her first experience with his legendary member. But in this case, Jerry had restrained her. Jerry never messed up the restraints, not after that bitch Carla.
She couldn’t stay still no matter how hard she tried, even though she could hear him chuckling and knew it was only entertaining him. The pain from his size was just too much. Her cervix couldn’t take the pain from the intrution. It throbbed painfully, rather steadily.
He pulled back so the tip was the only thing still inside her. He waited for her body to calm down a bit before using enough force to send his full 14 inches into her. This time she didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t wail, didn’t buck, cause the pain was equivalent to someone shoving a knife into your kidney and twisting it, its too much pain to do anything.
He leaned over her body carefully, making sure the full 14 inches was still in her, and pulled her hair so his lips were right next to her ear.
“In a month or two your body will get used to my size,” he chuckled, knowing it would probably be 4 or 5 months. “But for now, prepare yourself for pain.”
He straightened up really fast letting his dick push harder against her cervix. He started to steadily thrust into her. Feeling every millimeter of her love tunnel grip him. Grabbing her hips to hold her just right as he batered, bruised, and abused her sweet young form.
It took all he had to wait for her to lose consiousness before he let his cum fill her body. Even after two weeks of not letting himself orgasm, it was more semen than he though possible to be held in one man, even of his size. It took about ten minuets before the flow slowed and eventually stopped. By the time he pulled himself out of her limp body, there was nice puddle on the floor and streams of cum racing down her legs.
After pulling out of Kali, Kalona pulled his watch out of his jeans. Judging the time, they had only done an hours worth of time. For him, this was an embarrasment, but she was the tightest whore he had ever used. Out of the back pocket, he got his digital camera.
He took a few pictures of her in her current position, admiring her helplessness. After satisfying himself with her in this position he went over to the far corner and tugged on the chain, testing its strength against his. This chain was set up for her to be able to move in a certain amount of space, similar to a dog chained up in the front yard. Only she would be confined to the corner and a twelve foot radius from it.
Confident in the strength of the bolt and chain he went back over to her. Circling her like a tiger and its helpless prey. Slowly he undid her restraints, letting her fall to the floor. Liking her new position, he took more pictures. He easily tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the corner. He locked her collar to the chain and admired her shortly before noticing his need to relieve his bladder.
Soon she awoke to what she first thought was warm water, and soon found to be Kalona’s golden stream . . .
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Downstairs Jerry was looking over the vast selection of slaves Kalona keeps in the cells on the second to bottom floor of the dungeon. Currently he was looking at the young red heads, they were always a turn on for him.
On his second time past the red heads he spotted one that looked to be no older than 14. He walked past them a little bit, wanting to know what they talked about, you’d be supprised to know what a slave would say when they think they are alone.
“Ella, m…mm….myy nnammee iiissss Ella.” A small, weak, scared, voice said.
“…..new girl has a pretty name……”
“…..they gonna strip that from you first……”
“…then your clothes…”
He pretended to look at the blondes in a higher cage as he listened to them.
“…I never seen dat guy here before…..”
“..he seems..to be…important…”
“…been past us twice….”
A couple of the others chimed in.
Slowly he walked back over to their cage and looked in.
“Who is Ella?”
He didn’t expect a verbal answer, and he didn’t get one, all of the others moved away from the one he spotted earlier.
He didn’t realize Kalona had come down till he reached around Jerry and undid the lock on the cage.
“You’ve always liked them young Jerry, you’ve always liked them young.”

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Call Me Kate! (Chapter 2)

A teenage girl goes above & beyond to shed her ‘young’ label. NOTE: This will be broken into long chapters. To read Chapter 1: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/44275/Call_Me_Kate%21_%28Chapter_1%29