Erotica

Fiction

Tricked

Part 3 of Facefucked, Nathan and Austin lay down the rules for the week

Fiction

The Couples Collector

A sadistic man and his wife collect young couples for their own depraved amusement in a world of forced bondage, sex, and shocking levels of degradation.

Fiction

The Casting Couch

Anton didn’t mind the economic recession. Sure the revenues from his companies were down, but only slightly. It struck him as strange that in these difficult times the public would sacrifice a lot, but not their habit for porn. His business was still profitable and he had healthy reserves in his bank accounts.
No, these were good times. Some of the ratbag competition would be blown away and the supply of talent was expanding and the prices were cheaper. With employers not hiring, youth unemployment was high and there seemed to be an unlimited supply of beautiful young women who were happy to consider a career in porn.
This was Anton’s annual summer pilgrimage to Moscow. The Russian women had two real attributes for him. Many were exquisitely beautiful and most wanted to escape the poverty and depression of their day by day lives.
Anton was a 20 year veteran of the porn industry. Long ago he had studied photography and lucked on a contract with a down-market porn magazine. As a 19 year old he couldn’t believe he could be paid to take close-ups of stunning, naked girls and often have his choice of them afterwards. Three years later he had the contacts, had a reputation as a creative photographer, a creative business mind and he set up on his own.
He started a small magazine and the quality of his photography and the girls and his sexual inventiveness resulted in it soon finding a lucrative niche. He kept up with, and at times, was ahead of the trends. His models were among the first to have Brazilians, where the law permitted he was the first to picture sex. He saw the video market coming and the DVD and the internet. He was among the first to feature anal sex and DP.
“Actresses” as Anton always referred to his stars liked working with him. He never called them sluts or whores or bitches and indeed he never thought of them like that.
“Think of Michael Phelps, the greatest swimmer of all time,” he explained to a new recruit. “Michael has been blessed with the perfect body for swimming and has the mental desire to work hard to excel. And so he makes a fortune from his talents.
“You have been blessed with a perfect body for sex and the mental attributes of loving to fuck. It is only right that you also should make a fortune from your talents.”
Olga, Anton’s Moscow lawyer, sat beside him at the table in his luxury hotel suite as they studied the photographs. She was the same age as Anton, a slightly fading beauty whose waist was thickening just a little. But when Anton had embraced her as they met he saw that she was still a sensual, all feminine woman.
Olga and Anton’s relationship went back 18 years. She was one of the first models in his magazine and had followed him into porn movies and the internet. Porn had been her escape and she had loved the life. She loved sex, she had seen the world and lived a high-life completely outside the dreams of her contemporaries. There had been no ill-will when 10 years before she had told Anton she was retiring and had returned to Moscow to study law and build a new life with all the money she had saved and the retirement fund Anton gave her.
“The same routine as last year and all the years before,” said Olga. “I advertised that you were a famous photographer looking for new modeling talent for intimate shots. But this year I must have got twice as many applicants as before. I interviewed almost 100 and you’ve seen the shots of what I thought was the best 30.”
Anton nodded. All the girls had been stunning. Olga knew his taste for slim girls with smooth complexions and dazzling smiles. Tattoos and implants were no-no’s. He had reduced the 30 to 10 and they looked at each girl in a variety of poses. Many were fully clothed but there were a number of shots of each girl wearing only bikini briefs. Anton spent more time looking at the girls’ faces than their bodies in these shots. He had been looking for the right balance. He didn’t want girls who were totally confident in showing their bodies; that didn’t suit the innocence that his up-market videos required, but he also knew that the girls who had too many inner battles to show themselves like this would have problems further down the track.
“Demure, but confident of their bodies,” was the way he had described it to Olga. And indeed all the 10 he had chosen seemed to meet these requirements.
Olga had arranged for five interviews on each of two days. They would spend around 90 minutes with each of the girls except when Anton shook his head and Olga would know that he wasn’t interested.
“What time is this girl coming?” he asked, pointing to a tall and willowy blond beauty.
“Ah, that’s Kristina. I thought she would appeal to you. She’s the last today, coming in at 5.”
“How did she react when you asked her to pose topless?”
“She had a battle, I think. She’s quite shy, not a virgin but inexperienced. Like most of them she’s here for the money and the possibility of escape. I’m not sure that she will be prepared to do everything.”
“You’ve explained to all of them the financial terms and what’s expected of them?”
“Yes, they’ve all signed agreements and I’ve got proof that they are all 18.”
“And they know that they can leave at any time. There’ll be no pressure.”
“Yes, I explained, but I’m sure that some might not trust us at first.”
“That’s often the way.”
Anton set up his video and still camera and over the next hours he and Olga interviewed and photographed three girls. One had decided not to show, but that didn’t surprise Anton as usually some girl’s nerve failed at the last minute.
“The first and the third won’t make it,” said Anton. “Neither could relax in front of the cameras. They weren’t comfortable showing their pussies.”
“I agree. Number two surprised me. She was up for anything. I had thought she was a quiet girl, but she couldn’t wait to get her clothes off.”
“Yes and she had a great sense of fun and laughed a lot. She might work in the down market product. See if she wants to do a screen test with Boris and Josef.”
“I’m sure she will want to,” smiled Olga as she took notes. Boris and Josef were two of Anton’s well endowed male leads who would soon find out if number two was up to a vigorous DP.
“Kristina has just texted me. She’s waiting in the lobby.”
“Fine. Ask her to come up please.”
Kristina saw Olga’s text and nervously went over to the lift. She had to fight the urge to turn and run away. Olga had explained what would happen in this interview and had gone through the legal agreement with her. Kristina knew she would be able to leave at anytime, but still wasn’t sure. She had looked up Anton’s website, seen his girls, looked at some of the videos.
“What am I doing here?” she asked herself as she pressed the button for the penthouse in the lift. “This isn’t me.”
But she knew why she was there. She was the youngest of two children, her father had died young from alcohol abuse and her mother had lost her job. Her sister was 10 years older than her and was an example of everything she didn’t want. Her sister was married to a man like so many Russians who drank too much, they lived in a dreary two roomed apartment in a dreary tenement building. Her sister, who used to be so beautiful was now aged far beyond her years, struggling to find every ruble to eke out a miserable existence and somehow feed and clothe her two children.
“Wear what you would wear going to the movies,” Olga had instructed and Kristina had followed this to the letter. She wore a dress which came to her knees and and a loose fitting sweater. Her long blond hair was tied in a tight pony tail and apart from lipstick she wore no make-up.
Anton watched as Olga led Kristina into the suite and directed her to sit on the sofa. He noticed her unflattering choice of clothes, her pony tail, the absence of make up and her nervousness.
“Yes, Kristina, you may have some battles to fight,” he thought.
But he also noticed the grace with which she walked, her lovely straight posture, the immaculate glowing complexion, the generous red lips and the big blue eyes. “Some Slavic blood,” he thought approvingly as he saw her strong cheek bones.
Kristina sat awkwardly on the sofa. She recognized Anton from his website. About 40, hair thinning a bit, not fat but certainly not slim. It was strange to be in the room with this man who was always surrounded by beautiful women and indeed who she had seen fucking some of them on the videos. But he had a kindly looking face with a gentle smile and wasn’t leering at her.
She looked around the suite and realized that it would cost more for one night than a Muscovite would earn in a month.
“Hello Kristina. I’m Anton. Do you speak English?”
“Just a little.”
“Good. Olga will translate for you if you don’t understand anything.” Anton looked through her photographs then looked at Olga, frowning as he did so.
“Did Yuri take these shots of Kristina, Olga? He’s slipping. Kristina is far more beautiful than these show.”
Olga managed to smile, but she was used to it as Anton cracked it with most of his girls.
Kristina even managed a nervous smile for a moment.
Anton asked her about her life and seemed interested in her answers. She was a student at the academy had a married sister and lived with her mother.
“Did your father leave your mother?”
“No, he’s dead.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You must miss him.”
“No I don’t. He was an alcoholic and he used to hit my mother and me.”
“He didn’t molest you?”
“No, I was only 8 when he died. But I hate to think what he did to my mother.”
Anton knew enough about Russia to know that this was not an unusual scenario. In one way he sympathized with Kristina, but selfishly he also thought that she would have a good reason for wanting to change things.
He asked more questions about her studies about her hobbies and interest in music and under his gentle questioning she started to relax. He always looked at her face, never her body.
“Thank you Kristina, you are a very lovely person.”
Her timid smile lasted a little longer.
“I just want to run over the business details. You know what I do.”
“Yes, Olga told me about your website and I’ve seen it.”
“What did you think?”
Kristina screwed up her face as she tried to think of a polite answer. Although Anton’s site was more tasteful than most porn sites she didn’t like the thought that someday she might be featuring on it.
“It’s better than most porn sites.”
Anton laughed.
“Do you look at a lot of porn sites?”
Kristina looked embarrassed. “Not many.”
“Do you look at them with your boyfriend?”
“I don’t have one now but I used to.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend, a beautiful girl like you.”
“The boys I’m interested in don’t seem to be interested in me.”
“Ah, these Russian men. Sometimes they can be so stupid.”
Kristina laughed for a moment then her nervousness returned.
“Did you and your boyfriend have sex after you looked at porn sites?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Did you like it?”
She nodded more eagerly, but Anton suspected that it had been less than overwhelming.
“Where did he do it. In your pussy?”
“Do I have to talk about my sex?”
Anton’s frown was genuine this time. “Kristina. I’m in the sex business. You’re applying for a job as a sex actress. So yes, we are going to talk about your sex life. Did your boyfriend fuck you in your pussy?”
An embarrassed nod.
“In your bum?”
Kristina appeared not to understand so Olga translated and Kristina quickly shook her head, frowning a little.
“In your mouth?”
Kristina nodded her head after Olga translated.
“Did you like that?”
A bored shrug. Anton took that for a “No”.
“Why do you want to be a porn star?” Anton knew the answer wasn’t that Kristina loved sex.
After Olga’s translation Kristina’s face looked blank.
“Perhaps the money?”
This brought a timid nod and smile. Olga frowned inwardly. Girls who didn’t have a keen appetite for sex and were doing it just for the money usually didn’t work out.
“Olga was a porn star. One of the best. I think you quite liked it didn’t you Olga and you sure made a lot of money.”
Olga was quite unashamed of her background despite now being one of Moscow’s more famous lawyers.
“Yes, I enjoyed it. I wouldn’t be where I am now without Anton.” She blew him a kiss. “But, Kristina, if you pass the test, you’ll have to decide whether it’s what you want.”
Anton decided to move things forward and Olga translated for Kristina and showed her clauses in the contract.
“The reason you’ve come today is for nude shots. Now at any time you may leave, the door’s not locked. When we’ve finished, if you want to be paid, you will sign a form saying we can post the shots on our website and in our magazine. If you don’t take the money and sign we won’t publish.”
Kristina nodded, frowning.
“Afterwards, if Olga and I agree and you agree as well, of course, you can come back another day for a screen test for which you will also be paid.
Kristina nodded.
“Do you have any questions?”
Kristina checked on the money. For the nude shots she would be paid as much as an average Russian would earn in a month. For the screen test, more than three month’s income.
“How do I know if you will pay me.”
Anton frowned for a moment, but knew Russians had good reason to be suspicious.
“Olga paid you promptly didn’t she?”
“Yes and she even gave me a bonus because she said I tried so hard.”
Kristina gave her first dazzling smile as she looked at Olga.
“Do that again, that smile,” said Anton directing his camera.
Kristina couldn’t until Anton said, “OK, scowl at me if you can’t smile.”
This brought another lovely smile.
Room service came up with some tea and the three talked. Kristina asked Olga questions about her life in the porn business and visibly relaxed. Olga truthfully told her that she was as beautiful as any woman she had known in the porn business and Kristina’s smile came more often. She even giggled and once burst out laughing. She felt calmer about what was coming. Both Anton and Olga had been porn stars showing their all. Anton must have seen thousands of girls naked so it really wasn’t such a big deal. And she could decide later if she wanted her shots to go onto the website.
However her confidence evaporated when Anton said, “Now, could you please show me your body.”
This was the moment when she would reveal everything. Olga had shown her photos of the poses which were expected and some were very uninhibited. Anton watched the indecision on her face but smiled gently. Olga was watching Anton, usually if a girl was hesitant like this it resulted in a shake of his head and the end of the girl’s application.
Anton gave Kristina a quizzical look. “You knew when you came here that you would be required to do this. Dealing with beautiful women is my business, I have seen thousands of them naked. I’m sure you will be very beautiful, but don’t be upset if I say that you won’t be showing me anything I haven’t seen many times before.”
It was his glance at his watch which made up Kristina’s mind and she realized she had to do it. When she had come for her first interview she had seen a lot of other girls applying; many were very attractive and Anton had his choice from all of them. She only had the choice of taking off her clothes or leading a life like her sister’s.
Kristina took off her shoes then stood up and removed her sweater. Underneath she only had a small black bra. Looking at the wall over Anton’s head she took off her skirt and folded it neatly.
“Ah yes, you have a beautiful body. Look at those lovely long legs Olga.”
There was more hesitation and Kristina saw Anton and Olga watching her. She moved her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra to show her uplifted pink tipped breasts. Anton’s head nodded approvingly.
The final hurdle. Her black knickers.
“You have to do it if you want to go any further,” Olga said gently. She was surprised that Anton was continuing with the interview. She had expected him to dismiss a girl who was so sexually inexperienced and so shy about showing herself. However, he was the boss and Olga had seen his early fascination for Kristina.
Bracing herself Kristina lowered her knickers then placed them tidily on the sofa. She stood rigid with her hands at her side, aware of Anton’s scrutiny as he snapped away with his still camera. He saw her plump and neat pussy lips as she had obeyed Olga’s instruction to trim her pubic hair.
“Excellent, thank you Kristina. Could you untie your hair too please.”
Kristina let her blond locks loose and shook her head so they cascaded to her shoulders.
“Now can we see that lovely smile again.” But Kristina could only manage a brief nervous grin.
“If you can’t smile you can poke your tongue out at me.”
This brought a dazzling smile and Olga could see why Anton was so captivated.
“Now just walk around the room, turning yourself around. Ah, yes you have a beautiful firm bottom to match your pussy.”
“And come closer to me.” Kristina was aware that his camera lens was pointing straight at her pussy, but her mind was on auto-pilot as she obeyed the instructions. It was an unreal situation, Olga and Anton continued their conversation as she paraded her, often giving her compliments.
“And part your legs more.” She was only a meter in front and the camera was still pointing at her vulva.
“And push your lovely pussy to the camera.”
He looked her in the eye. “Do you like your body?”
She grinned and nodded.
“Good, you should be proud. You are lovely.”
Olga sighed to herself. “Oh no, he’s fallen for another one. Ah well Anton it’s your money.”
“Now the doggy position on the sofa please Kristina.”
She had been dreading this moment as Olga had shown her photos of the position. She hesitated and looked at Anton but he and Olga were having a discussion as they looked at the screen on his camera and reviewed his shots.
Kristina knelt on the sofa, facing away and her shoulders on the top of the backrest and her pussy and backside pointing at the camera. She looked over her shoulder.
Olga and Anton finished their chat.
“That’s good. Now push your tummy down and your backside up. Good. Now spread your legs please. Bum pointing almost at the ceiling. Legs even a bit wider still.”
Kristina was acutely aware that all her private parts were openly displayed. Her pussy was open and pushing back towards the camera and she knew that her puckered anus was fully exposed. She looked back over her shoulder waiting for Anton’s instructions.
“Very good Kristina. I think you have been practicing. How about that for a wonderful pussy Olga?’
“I thought she would be perfect,” Olga sounded proud.
Anton’s mobile phone rang and he answered it brusquely. He then had an angry and extended conversation and Kristina thought she might move from her revealing position while he was talking.
Anton put his hand over his phone. “No Kristina, we are not finished yet.”
The conversation continued for a few minutes and Kristina forgot her all showing position and waited patiently. While a final foreign expletive Anton switched off his phone. He had deliberately prolonged the conversation so that he could see how Kristina reacted in this vulnerable position. He was glad to see she was more relaxed.
Anton took a lot of shots with his still camera. Sometimes he spoke encouragingly and complimentarily to Kristina, sometimes he seemed engrossed in his work. Once he put his hand on the inside of her thighs to spread them and once he pushed gently on her back to expose her pussy even more.
Kristina was now feeling confident. She had overcome her biggest mental barrier. She had never imagined that any man, or woman for that matter, would want to see her like this but the longer she was in the position the more relaxed she felt and even started to feel aroused.
“Can I see what I look like?”
Anton came beside her at the sofa and ran through the shots on the screen of his camera.
“Well Anton, your camera has been where the sun doesn’t shine,” she giggled and burst into laughter.
Anton then asked her to sit on the sofa in the “star” position. She did so, then leaning back lifted her feet onto the seat spreading them wide apart without being asked to. Again her pussy and anus were fully exposed.
Anton peered through his lens.
“Use your fingers to spread your pussy lips.”
Without hesitation Kristina did as directed and her glistening inner labia were displayed.
“Olga, I think Kristina is getting into the mood,” said Anton noticing the moisture and odors of her arousal.
“She certainly is. And that really is a beautiful nectar pot.”
“Do you like doing it with women?” Anton asked.
“I’ve never tried it.” Anton wasn’t surprised.
Anton took more shots and asked her questions about her college life. He again extended the time he kept her in this pose as he saw it as training for her.
“Wonderful Kristina. You’re a natural. Sit down and relax.”
Still naked and careful to keep her knees apart, as Olga had instructed, Kristina sat on the sofa. Anton transferred the video and stills to his computer and the three watched on a very large LCD screen. Kristina felt a mixture of emotions.
“God here I am showing everything, everything and with one email it could be all over the internet.”
But then she started to feel pride. She had always felt proud of her body and knew she was beautiful. But not this beautiful. She appreciated the Anton’s artistry. Both Anton and Olga paid her a lot of compliments and she started to feel more relaxed in this strange company, despite her nudity and her shaven pussy on display.
“Olga and I need to talk” said Anton as they left the room.
“Well?” Anton looked at Olga.
“I don’t think so. She’s very pretty, she has a lovely nature once she’s got over her shyness. But I don’t think she be happy fucking in front of cameras for the whole world to see.”
“She relaxed quite well and seemed to enjoy opening her pussy.”
“Can’t you see Anton. She’s putting on a show, just for you. That old Croatian charm is working again.”
Anton looked at her. “I’ll offer her a screen test.”
“It’s your money.”
“Decision time Kristina,” said Anton. “Your first decision is about the money and what we do with the video. To receive the money you must sign this form which will give us authority to put these on our website and anywhere else.”
He put down a large pile of dollar notes. Kristina counted them and was pleasantly surprised. At the official exchange rate it was 20% more than agreed. But when she went to the black market she knew she would be able to exchange the greenbacks for half as much again.
“This is more than you said.”
“Bonus for trying so hard and being so exquisitely beautiful,” smiled Anton.
Kristina couldn’t resist giving her dazzling smile.
“Olga and I have already decided that you’ve easily qualified for a screen test. It was a no brainer. So, you’ve got to think about that as well.”
Kristina had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The idea that her genitals would be on the internet for all sorts of perverts to jerk off at. She looked at the money and did some sums. And she thought about the screen test money. And how much she would make in one of Anton’s porn videos.
“What guarantees are there that I’ll get work in one of your videos?”
“None at all. If you do the screen test, I’ll show it to my directors and they’ll decide if they want to use you.”
“What happens in the screen test.”
Anton had already decided that she was best suited for the up-market porn.
“You’ll do a one on one. But pretty much everything. Pussy fucking, oral, anal. No SM, well maybe a spank or two.”
Kristina flinched. “Who will I do it with?”
“I’ve decided it’ll be an older man, going a bit bald, a bit overweight and with a small dick.”
Olga laughed. “I knew you’d volunteer for this one Anton.”
Anton looked at Kristina. “Sorry, not your idea of a dreamboat. Have you ever wanted to kiss a 40 year old man?” He grinned at her.
Kristina certainly hadn’t but thought that if she had to do it with anyone, Anton would be OK. In his own way he had been gentle and charming. He had been able to make her comfortable and relaxed in those revealing positions.
“His dick isn’t that small,” said Olga. “But he’s not that big either. Poor Anton always feels a bit inadequate on the set with some of his studs who are hung like horses. But no girl I’ve met has ever minded. If you do want to do it, you’ll find you’ll learn somethings you never even dreamed about.”
“I need some time to think.”
“Sure you do. I’ll leave you to talk it through with Olga. I’ve got an appointment to go to.” He stood up and let his eyes slowly take in all her body. Kristina didn’t mind at all; she felt a strange flow of affection and stood up and hugged him.
“You have been very professional and very nice.” She laughed.
“Careful, beautiful flower, you may see another side of me.” His hand fondled her buttocks and even spread them slightly, then he left.
Olga explained everything to Kristina. Her face was stern and matter of fact.
“It’s all or nothing. Oral both ways, pussy and anal.” She saw Kristina screw up her face. “Your choice, Kristina and you can leave at anytime but you won’t get paid. And you’ve got to enjoy it. Everything. Or at least act as if you are enjoying it. If you don’t, that’s the end of the test and no money. You do everything he says immediately without questioning.
Now I want you to take these DVDs and watch them to see what’s expected. And as you haven’t done oral properly or anal at all, you need to practice with these.”
Olga produced two dildos from her briefcase. One was an over sized penis.
“This is for practicing oral. See this mark I’ve made on it. You should swallow it so far that your lips reach here.”
Kristina looked horrified but said nothing.
Olga held up the other dildo which was the size of a thick pen.
“This is to get you ready for anal. Use this gel with it. I suggest that you practice with it each time you masturbate. The DVD will show you.”
“When will it happen?”
“In a week, but I need you to text me by tomorrow night with your decision.”
“I’m scared he might have aids or something.”
“He’s very careful. Here’s a voucher for the medical center. Take it there tomorrow and they’ll test you for everything. Bring there results when you come. Anton will do the same for you.”
Kristina thought. “They really had thought of everything. Well, he’s probably done this hundreds of times before.”
“Will I just be a whore if I do this for the money?”
Olga’s face hardened. She didn’t like her previous profession described like that.
“If Anton had wanted a whore, he could have had Moscow’s finest for a week if he paid her what he’s paying you for today. He doesn’t need whores. Any of his actresses is more than keen to sleep with him for nothing. He’s a man of strange principals. He thinks you should be paid a modeling fee for what you have done today and an acting fee for the screen test. I’ve told him most of the girls I’ve interviewed would do it for nothing, but he thinks differently.
“Now, go and shower and get dressed. And you need to make up your mind about today’s fee.”
Olga’s face softened. “Kristina, I understand why you are here. Money. Maybe it’s not fair, you wish it wasn’t like this. What are your options? A girls as beautiful as you could easily work in one of Moscow’s brothels. Being abused by six men a day and earning next to nothing. Or perhaps you could end up like your sister and mother. Is that what you want for yourself?”
Kristina showered and dressed, then signed the release form, took the money and said she’d like a screen test.
A week later
Kristina returned to the luxury hotel at the agreed time in the late evening. She was more resolved in her mind. Those shots of her naked and with her open pussy would be all over the internet by now. The damage was done and it didn’t seem to be a big difference to be shown having sex.
Only Olga was there.
“Do you have your medical certificate?” asked Olga.
Kristina handed it to her and Olga showed her Anton’s and explained it.
”Please have a shower then change into this bathrobe.”
“I had a shower before I came.”
Olga frowned. “Then have another shower.”
Olga showed Kristina the bedroom where the screen test would take place. There was a super king sized bed with immaculate sheets and on three sides cameras were set up.
“The cameras will run by themselves so it’ll just be you and Anton.” Kristina was pleased that there would be no camera men watching.
“But you will have to move into the positions Anton tells you so that everything is filmed properly.”
“I will be in the next room. There is no need for me to stay but Anton thinks the new girls feel more comfortable with me nearby. But remember that you are free to go at anytime. No door will be locked and we won’t try to stop you.”
Olga poured her a glass of wine and they sat on the bed together.
“Kristina, you are here because you have decided you want to. No-one has pressured you into to this. You are not being raped. But this is a screen test and you will be well paid for it and so you will do exactly as Anton says. Don’t disagree or argue with him and never tell him to stop unless you want to leave.
“Anton is a little overweight because he eats and drinks too much. But he is very fit and strong. He is also a very experienced lover and you will find that many of the things he does will give you pleasure but he will be concerned for his own pleasure as well. Just remember to always act as though you are enjoying yourself.”
Unknown to Kristina, Anton had arrived and had changed in another bedroom and came in wearing a white bathrobe similar to the one she was wearing. Olga poured him some wine and he sat on the bed beside her.
“So, you are ready for your test, Kristina?”
She nodded nervously.
“Good, you are looking very beautiful. Now we need to rearrange things a little. Could you sit further back on the bed. Good.”
He undid her bathrobe. “Now, pull your feet back and put your knees high and wide and show your pussy for that camera.”
There was nothing new for Kristina in this so she easily complied.
As he sipped his wine Anton surveyed her body. So beautiful. Those firm young breasts he wanted to nibble and bite, that pink pussy he wanted to explore and fuck. He couldn’t quite see her anus which he was going to ravish. He would enjoy this. He chatted to Olga who showed him Kristina’s medical certificate.
Olga poured Kristina another glass of wine. Two glasses would help her to relax but no more.
“I will be in the next room if you need me Kristina.” Olga left the room closing the door behind her.
Anton continued talking to Kristina stroking her breast as he did so.
“Just relax beautiful flower.”
His bathrobe was a little open and she could see his upper body. He wasn’t fat, more solid around the waist. He saw her glance.
“See, a fat middle aged man. Not a muscle bound hulk for you Kristina.”
She laughed and stroked his slight belly. “Not fat just well built.”
“Do you have a favorite film actor?”
“Johnny Depp I suppose.”
“See if you can imagine I’m Johnny Depp.” He laughed. “That’s quite a test for your imagination.”
Anton knelt on the floor in front of her.
“Lie back flower.”
Kristina felt his fingertips lightly skim over her thighs, over her pussy, her outer labia and her clitoral hood. She felt his breath on her vulva and then his lips and tongue covered the same flesh.
“Such a beautiful young pussy.”
Anton adjusted her position slightly for the camera and pushed her legs wider. Then Kristina felt his fingers spread her labia and felt his tongue explore. She had learned from watching the DVD and gave a groan which she hoped sounded like a groan of pleasure.
Anton had bedded over a thousand women and was well tuned to their responses. He knew a fake when he heard it.
“Thank you for trying, flower,” he said to himself. “Let’s see if we can get the real thing.”
It was a matter of pride to Anton that he should give his screen test partners real orgasms. And that also increased their enthusiasm for his demands of them.
His practiced lips and tongue expertly found Kristina’s clitoris. He varied his pressure and his speed to see how she reacted.
Again following the DVD Kristina stroked his head and groaned again. But now she was starting to feel a warmth in her loins. No-one had ever done this before to her and as she got used to it she liked it more and more. Her hips gave a wriggle which Anton knew wasn’t feigned. He moved away from her clitoris to suck her vagina and tasted the juice of her sexual excitement.
Kristina’s excitement rose and for the next five minutes Anton kept her on the edge of an orgasm. Her stomach heaved and writhed and her groans now were absolutely genuine expressions of delight.
Anton decided the time was right and Kristina came with an extended shriek. Next door Olga smiled.
“Anton that was lovely,” giggled Kristina and when he moved up the bed she happily put his knob in her mouth. Thankfully it was not nearly as big as the dildo Olga had given her
Anton watched her timid movement. She would have to learn to do more than that, but that would come later.
“So, my little flower is very sexy when she wants to be,” he smiled.
Kristina was happy and relaxed. Anton was gentle and that orgasm had been wonderful. When he bent over she willingly kissed him and put her tongue in his mouth.
Anton adjusted her position so that she was on show for another camera, still on her back with her legs wide. Again he went down on her but after some soft licks it was different. His lips sucked very hard on her clitoris, so hard it hurt a little. Kristina almost asked him to be more gentle then remembered that she must follow his instructions without question.
Anton sucked harder and the pain increased. But strangely so did Kristina’s thrill of excitement. She wanted him to stop but didn’t want him to stop. Her groans were a mixture of agony and ecstasy and then she felt his fingers rub the upper inside of her vagina. They started nicely but the pressure increased and it felt harsh.
Anton was being very careful; he wanted the right combination of pain and sexual thrill and when he sensed the pain was getting to much, he eased slightly and and Kristina soon orgasmed again. This was far more intense than her first, her whole body writhed as the pleasure exploded through her vulva.
Before she had time to recover Anton moved up thrust his cock into Kristina’s pulsating vagina.
“God, so small and tight,” he groaned in pleasure.
It felt gorgeous for Kristina as well and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and thrust her pelvis up to him. Her groans were loud and animated and Anton knew they were genuine. To reward her he skillfully ground his pelvis against her clitoris and to her joy she felt herself coming again.
Now Anton’s work started in earnest. Over the next half hour he maneuvered Kristina into a variety of positions all intended to display her body and their action for the best benefit of the cameras. She took him in the missionary position, the doggy position, on her side, sitting on him facing his face, sitting on him facing his feet, and standing and leaning over the bed. Anton’s pounding became more intense, he grunted and muttered words in a language that Kristina couldn’t understand.
She enjoyed the sensations for the first 20 minutes but became tired and so her groans became acts. Anton realized this but didn’t mind. He only had two goals: to get it all on camera and to obey the frenzied demands of his cock. When she was kneeling, taking him doggy style, he slapped her buttocks and gave a triumphant yell and he liked the way her buttocks became pink.
At last he pulled out but Kristina’s relief was short lived. He stood in front of her and she knelt, knowing what was expected. This time Anton set the pace for the oral sex. He took her hands away from his shaft then put his hands behind her head and pushed her forward. Kristina felt his knob bang into her throat and her nose touch his pubic hair. Fortunately he was smaller than her practice dildo and she was able to take it without gagging.
Anton noticed this with approval and proceeded to fuck her mouth.
“Suck harder, as hard as you can, flower,” he roared.
Kristina did so and developed a rhythm as her lips bobbed up and down on his shaft. Anton realized she didn’t need to have her head forced down and concentrated on his ejaculation. He came with another roar and Kristina felt his load squirt deep in her mouth.
Anton knelt in front of her and passed her a wine glass. Gratefully she sipped then swallowed and Anton collapsed on the bed panting.
“You are too beautiful and sexy Kristina. You drive an old man crazy.” He gently squeezed her nipple.
Kristina felt a surge of affection. She had never known anything like the orgasms she had just had. She realized that he had made the effort to make her enjoy it first and while he had been vigorous he hadn’t hurt her. She had even liked the slaps.
She kissed his lips. “”You drove me a bit crazy too, Johnny Depp.”
They both laughed then kissed deeply for a few minutes.
Then Anton abruptly stood up and and opened a drawer. Kristina saw him getting a tube of lubricant. She had dismissed her concerns about anal sex from her mind but know they all returned in force.
Anton saw her frown. “Your choice, flower. But no money if you leave now.”
Two thoughts reassured her. First, she had gone this far and it wouldn’t be too long before she got the money. Second she had enjoyed what had happened so far. Anton really was very sexy and considerate. Sure she would have preferred the fucking to have finished sooner, but she realized that was a requirement for the screen test.
Anton guided her into the doggy position, pushing her shoulders down to the sheets. She was in a position where one camera would be focused on her ass and another on her face to see her reactions. He knelt behind her and she could feel his breath as he peered at her anus and ran his fingers lightly over it. Then she felt him apply the gel, then one of his fingers squeeze into her anal canal.
Anton noticed the tightness of her anus but realized it was probably nerves as she seemed to relax once his finger was in three knuckles. Kristina had practiced with the dildo, but Anton’s finger felt nicer as he moved it in and out. Then his movements became more vigorous and he rotated as well, try to expand the walls of her bowel. Then he inserted another finger. That did hurt a bit at first and Kristina hoped her agonized groan sounded like ecstasy. However her anus relaxed to accommodate his digits.
Anton now flipped her onto her back, keeping his fingers inserted and his tongue returned to her clitoris. Her groans became truly ecstatic from the combined pleasures. Anton’s tongue worked hard on her clitoris and his fingers worked vigorously in her bowel. Kristina’s previous orgasms had been wonderful, but the paled into insignificance compared to the physical symphony which now exploded.
Anton let her recover then shifted back to the doggy position, crouching over her. She felt his knob nudge, but she was dilated from his fingers and it slid in easily. Anton was slow and careful for a few minutes but he had done his preparations well and was able to slid in to the hilt of his cock.
“Is it all right flower?”
He was pleasantly surprised to hear a genuine groan of pleasure. Kristina now felt comfortable, knowing she had taken his cock right in and it hadn’t hurt.
As before Anton made sure that Kristina came first and she became an eager and willing participant. She was anally fucked in every position imaginable and some she hadn’t imagined. Anton became more vigorous and held her hips tightly as he grunted and thrashed into her buttocks with his loins and spanked them with his hands. Kristina moaned with pleasure.
He gabbed her hair and pulled her face up so the camera could see her expressions.
After 15 minutes he pulled out and Kristina was relieved as her ass was getting tired and her previously virginal bowel was getting sore from the unaccustomed hammering. But it was just to put more lubricant on his cock and he returned to his task with even greater enthusiasm. After another 10 minutes Kristina lay on her side and her groans were more pain than pleasure as he built his tempo higher. But suddenly, God, another orgasm, she couldn’t believe it. Anton’s grunts became more frenzied and she heard him roar as he thrust deeply. She realized he had come in her ass.
Anton lay on his back panting and groaning but directed Kristina to suck his cock clean.
Anton smiled at he and gave her a hug. Kristina snuggled in and gave his balls a gentle squeeze and enjoyed his kisses. Then Anton stood up and directed her to the shower.
When Kristina finished dressing she joined Olga and Anton in the main room. They were having a discussion. Olga pointed to a pile of dollar notes and the legal agreement and Kristina signed it without hesitation and put the money in her purse.
“Don’t you want to count it?” asked Anton.
“I think I can trust you, Johnny Depp.” This brought a laugh from Anton and a puzzled look from Olga. Kristina was really keen to know what they thought of her screen test, but remembered that Anton had told her he was sending it to his directors to get their opinion.
“Thank you Kristina. We will let you know.” She realized she was being dismissed and left the suite.
The next day Kristina received a call from Olga asking her to return as they needed more photos. She thought this was encouraging and now was relaxed with the prospect of flaunting her pussy.
However she wasn’t asked to strip but was told by Anton to try on some clothes and Olga skilfully applied make-up on her face. They were the most beautiful clothes Kristina had ever worn. She was puzzled but posed as requested as he took hundreds of shots.
Again she was dismissed but three days later was invited to return.
“Kristina,” said Anton, “my directors have had a look at your test. They think you are very promising, but want you to do another.”
Kristina nodded. She wouldn’t mind with Anton again.
“This time with Boris and Joseph.”
Two tall and powerfully built men came into the room. They were good looking and smiled at her. Boris kissed her cheek. “Hi Kristina, Anton said you are a stunner. He’s right.”
Anton continued. “We want you to do a double play with Boris and Joseph. Both at the same time. Fucking your pussy and ass at the same time.”
Kristina felt a chill in her stomach.
“Now this time also we need camera men to get the quality we need.” He directed her into the bedroom where three camera men were with their cameras and lights. They smiled at her in a friendly manner.
Kristina felt worse. Two men at the same time and in front of all these others. Joseph and Boris took off their clothes and Kristina was frightened. Their cocks were huge. Bigger than the dildo Olga had given her to practice oral sex.
Kristina looked around the room. Anton was talking to the camera men, discussing the lighting. Boris and Joseph were studying porn magazines and she saw their erections rising. They were enormous. Olga handed her a tube of gel.
“You’d better put a lot of this in your ass Kristina, those two big cocks take a bit of getting used to. Now it’s time for you to take off your clothes.”
Kristina stood transfixed with fear. The double penetration sounded terrible, especially with those enormous cocks. Just doing it in this matter of fact way with all these people in the room. She started to take off her clothes but then stopped, tears rolling down her face. She knew she couldn’t do it.
Anton came over, put an arm around her shoulders and led her from the bedroom.
“Kristina, flower, thank you for efforts. This really was a test for you. Olga and I both felt that hard core porn isn’t really right for you. But we wanted you to see for yourself.”
She nodded, still crying. There went her dreams of escaping from Moscow.
“Kristina, the test was perfect. You were so sexy and exciting, but you are an intimate lover, not an exhibitionist.”
In her heart Kristina knew this was true and she nodded, her eyes misty with tears. Then Anton gave her a hug.
“But I have an alternative which may suit you. I have shown the photos of you wearing clothes to one of New York’s top modeling agencies. They liked what they saw and will give you a six month trial contract. Don’t worry too much about the “trial”, I know they are very keen. They want you in three weeks and they want you to lose 5 kilograms. And to work hard on your English.”
Kristina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She opened a big envelope which Anton gave her and saw air tickets and a contract which Olga explained.
Kristina left with a small present that Anton had given her.
“Well, that was an expensive fuck,” said Olga to Anton after Kristina had left the room
“I guess. But allow an old man his follies. And perhaps there may be some ongoing benefits.”
“It seems a pity to have brought Boris and Josef here and waste those lovely cocks,” said Olga.
Anton kissed her. “Go for it Olga. I’m sure you will make their days.”
When Kristina got into a taxi she opened the present. It was a DVD and a note.
“Flower, this is the only copy of all your screen tests. I haven’t kept a copy and it hasn’t gone on the internet. Wouldn’t be right for a world famous model. Treasure it and be proud, you were wonderful.”
This wasn’t completely true. He did keep one shot of Kristina in that doggy position with her radiant smile and her pussy and anus winking at him. But he never showed it to anyone.
Anton was right about future benefits. For the next 10 years, every three months or so he received a phone call from a world famous model.
“Hi there Johnny Depp. Do you want to see a really good porno video? The male star looks like he’s a fantastic fuck.”
They would meet in a suite, watch the video and then do an action replay.

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Cumming up Trumps Part 4

After a few hours together both Trump and Manning have unfinished business their urges take them to new sexual heights… The story continues.

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Nancy

What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy.

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The New Girl

Jesus, history class is boring. The teacher is just droning on and on about a subject that we’ve all had shoved down our throats; the dicking the Germans gave the Jews during World War II. The teacher, Mr. Lockhart is explaining some assignment about how we need to watch a movie about the war, noting its perspective on the conflict, and give an oral report to the class next week. He expects us to choose a movie like Schindler’s List, but I’ve already chosen to do my report on Quentin Tarantino’s, Inglorious Basterds.
My best friend Jack leans over to me and whispers in my ear, “Hey Leon.”
“What?” I snap back.
“You see her?” He asks.
“Her?” I gesture across the room trying to clarify who he’s talking about.
He points this time and says, “No. Her.”
He’s pointing at a girl who had joined the class a few days before. Apparently her family just moved to town from Ohio or somewhere boring like that.
“Oh the new girl. I think her name’s Jessica, right?”
“That’s right,” he answered. “She has some rack, doesn’t she?”
“That she does,” I said.
And in fact, she does have quite the rack. If I had to guess her tits are a big C or maybe even a D. She has fair skin, not too pale, but not too dark. Blonde hair that goes just past her shoulders, blue eyes, and skin tight jeans that make her round ass pop. And I think she’s sixteen. Maybe seventeen. She is quite the knockout. As for me, I’m just your average seventeen year old boy. Average brown unkempt hair, average green eyes, average height, and average build. Average everything. I might as well be named John Smith. Speaking of which, the only unaverage thing about me is my name. Leon. Sounds exotic, don’t it?
“I dare you to spank her after class,” Jack says.
“What? No way. That’s insane,” I say.
“Why not?”
“Why not? Why don’t you do it?”
“Because I got Shelly,” he says.
“Well no. I’m not doing it,” I say.
“Come on. I’ll burn you out after class if ya do,” he offers.
I think for a second then say, “Deal.”
Mr. Lockhart is finally cut off by the bell and we all pour out of class. I make sure I exit right behind Jessica and begin to execute my attack. I check my escape route then go for it. I give that firm round ass the slap of a lifetime. Then as I turn to flee the scene, I find my escape route blocked by a wall of people. I’m trapped. Jessica begins to turn around and only one thought runs through my head; “I’m dead.” She turns around and says,
“Well, well, well. Who might you be?”
“Um, I’m Leon,” I manage to stammer out.
“Oh, you’re in Mr. Lockhart’s class with me, aren’t you? Isn’t he so boring? He just goes on and on and on.”
“Yeah, he certainly does,” I say awkwardly.
“It’s surprising. I’ve been here for about a week now and not a single guy has made a move on me until just now. If I knew the guys in this town had no balls, I wouldn’t have let my parents move us here.”
“Well, I certainly am surprised that no guys have tried to hit on you, you’re gorgeous.”
She blushes and gives a little twirl. “Really? You think?”
“No, I don’t think,” I say. “I know.” She flutters her eyes at me and starts to send signals with her body. “Look, my friend and I are about to go get high. You’re welcome to join us. If you’d like.”
“I’d love that,” she says.
I get Jack and we head off on our way. We settle down in the field behind the locker rooms and smoke a couple joints. We laugh and joke as we pass and take hits. When we ran out, Jack sprays us down with his cologne, “Freedom,” by Calvin Klein, and says “Oh shit, I’m late for Political Science.”
I say, “I have a free period.”
And Jessica says, “I have math. But I can skip,” and she nuzzles into my shoulder.
“Well, I’ll be on my way. See ya later, Leon.”
“Later Jack.”
Jack left Jessica and I. We were alone. And well, I think you can guess what happens when two high teenagers who are attracted to each other are left alone. She climbed onto my life and pulled my face into hers. We sit there and make out. I don’t think we were even breathing, just embracing one another. My left hand goes to her breast and my right goes top her ass. She doesn’t resist, so I enjoy her lips, ass, and tit freely for a few minutes. Then, as I got more daring, I slip my hand into her pants. She breaks the kiss for the first time. I think I’ve gone too far as she says,
“Mmmmmm, you’re getting a bit frisky, aren’t ya? I like it. Let’s go somewhere a bit more comfy.”
So we stand up and I accompany Jessica to the girl’s locker room. It was the middle of fifth period and no one would be in here for a while. I slam Jessica against the lockers and force my tongue down her throat. After a few minutes of this she pushes me off of her and has me sit down on a bench. She begins to perform a striptease for me. She sways her hips as she slowly and sexily removes her clothing. She peels off her shirt, slowly, and frees her braless tits from their prison. They bounce as the clothing departs from her skin. Her perfectly pink, quarter sized nipples stand hard and true. She bends over in front of me, giving me the view of her hanging breasts. At this point I’m hard as a rock. And before I could get enough, she turns around and replaces her tits swinging in my face with her denim covered ass. She jiggles it in front of me before starting to take it off. I hear the sound of her zipper being unzipped and then the fabric begins to come down. Slowly her round behind shows itself to me. It’s like the sun rising. Soon I was staring at her barely covered ass. The only thing on it was a black lacy thong that left very little to the imagination. While her ass is sizable, it’s perfectly firm. No cellulite to be found anywhere. I lean forward to bury my face in her gorgeous cheeks when she looks back and says,
“Woah, not so fast. No touching, hotshot.”
After a few more seconds of having her perfect ass in my face she turns around and I look up at her face and her breasts. They almost look better from below. Then I stare right in front of me, into her panty covered pussy. She whispers, almost seeming like she’s afraid to ask,
“Would you like to remove my panties?”
I don’t even respond and just rip them off. Now, staring back at me as if it’s a living creature is her glistening wet, pink pussy. Just above it is a well-trimmed landing strip. Instinctively I lean forward and take her hard clit into my mouth. I nearly devour it. I lap it up like a dog. Along with my oral onslaught, I slip my middle finger into her wet, tight snatch. She moans as pleasure overcomes her body. Eventually she pulls away and says,
“My turn.”
She rubs her body against mine as she lowers herself to between my legs. She unzips my pants and releases my hard, seven inch cock. She gives it a few pumps before she takes it into her mouth. She puts the head into her mouth and uses her tongue to lick around it. She looks up at me as she lowers her head and takes my member down her throat. She sucks my cock and moans sending vibrations through my spine. It’s ultimate bliss, and just before I can think it can’t get better than this, she raises her head to the tip of my dick and wraps her tits around my remaining cock. She titfucks me as she sucks me off. We’re both moaning and right before I exclaim that I’m about to cum, she gets off me and stands up. Before I can complain, she puts a finger to my lips and shushes me.
She mounts me, reaches between my legs and guides my cock to her opening as she lowers herself onto me. She moans as all seven of my inches pierces her. Soon enough, I’m fully inside of her. She sits on my cock for a second before she begins to ride me. Her tits are bouncing in front of my face as she rides me hard. I latch onto one of her nipples as she fucks me. I reach behind her and grab her ass forcefully. I pinch her nipple with my teeth and that elicits a long, throaty moan from her. Between moans and grunts she whispers in my ear,
“I’m. About. To. Cum.”
After she said that, she moans and throws her head back, pushing her tits into me.
“Me too, babe,” I reply.
With that, I put one of my fingers into Jessica’s mouth and she eagerly sucks it. I remove it and then slowly and gently push it into her ass. She moans out loudly and once my finger is fully inside of her she freezes and begins to tremor. She clamps down on my dick and begins to flood it with her juices. She begins to scream and this pushes me over the edge. I grunt as I shoot my cum inside of her and we ride out our orgasms together. Once we’re done, we sit there; embracing each other’s sweaty bodies and enjoy our post-orgasm haze until the bell rings.

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Lost Tribe

Sometimes being captured by a tribe of natives is better than the life you led before.

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The Cat and… the Bat?

In Gotham City, a case of mistaken identity lands a college student in a life-or-death situation. But what if one of Gotham’s vigilantes came to his rescue? With a full moon on Halloween, anything can happen.

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A Very Difficult Daughter – Chap 2 – “It’s your body Sally”

Hi.
As the title suggests this is a sequel. It should be read after the first part,: A Very Difficult Daughter to get the best out of it.
I do suggest you read that first if you haven’t already. It is one of the highest rated stories on the site and if you don’t like that then you’ll probably be disappointed here.
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This was the day Jeff had been looking forward to for weeks. The day his daughter Sally was arriving to travel around Europe with Kylie and himself for a couple of months. He had missed Sally terribly in the year since she had gone to college and he and Kylie had left to see the world together.
At this moment his mind wasn’t on Sally; his mind and his eyes were on Kylie as she stood naked in front of the mirror brushing her wavy, golden hair after her shower.
After two years Jeff felt that Kylie was more beautiful every time he saw her. Every time they made love it was as sensual, as erotic, as thrilling and intense as the first time. More than that, every time it more loving Two years since Kylie had been the one who hadn’t cared about their age difference and had overcome his reservations to get him into bed.
Jeff’s reservations hadn’t been about his feelings towards Kylie; he realized later that he had fallen for her within half an hour of meeting her. His reservations hadn’t been about her looks, she was a stunning teenage beauty with a classically delicate bone structure, an expressive face which was most often in a beautiful smile. Her legs were long, shapely and slim, her B-C breasts, capped with pink aureoles were uplifted. Her pussy, on display from her Brazilian, was an enticing mound with plump, neat folds of feminine intimate excitement.
Jeff’s only reservation had been that when they had met he was 40 and Kylie was only 16, exactly the same age as Sally, his daughter. However those reservations had vanished forever when Kylie had finally managed to get him into bed..
Sally’s reservations about her father bonking a girl the same age as herself had taken longer to dispel but soon she and Kylie became soul-mates. The three lived together in Jeff’s apartment as Sally and Kylie finished their last year at school, During that year Sally had two boyfriends in what Jeff had guessed were intense relationships but Sally had finished them both of them within two weeks.
For most of that year, outside the bedroom, they were a almost inseparable. Going to movies, dancing, nightclubs and restaurants together, skiing and surfing and hiking or just sitting in his apartment reading and talking and laughing.
It had been a tearful farewell at the end of that year when Sally went away to college and Kylie and Jeff set off. They never had much money, they traveled economy, lived in backpackers, did menial jobs and were deliriously happy together.
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Kylie could see Jeff watching her as she brushed her hair. He had chosen a position so that he could see the reflection of her front in the mirror as well as her back.
“God you’re a pervert,” she said with a mock frown. “Haven’t you got your eyeful yet?”
“Not in a million years.”
He went to Kylie and held her from behind and nuzzled her neck. His hands moved to cup her breasts and caress her nipples and she sighed and leaned back into him. She turned her head and shoulders so they could gently kiss with their tongues entwining.
Jeff’s right hand traced down Kylie’s stomach sending little shivers through her abs then moved to her pussy. Kylie took his left hand and looked at his wrist-watch.
“We’ve got time if you hurry.” Her voice was an urgent whisper as she took his hands away and went to the bed, kneeling down with her head on the pillow and her hands grasping the headboard.
Jeff looked at Kylie’s firm round buttocks pushing back and high and at her pussy and anus beckoning him. He pushed his trousers and briefs to his knees, knelt behind Kylie, eased his hard cock between her pussy lips and started a gentle motion.
“Hurry up. Harder,” hissed Kylie. “We don’t want to be late.”
Jeff’s ears and cock were now giving him exactly the same message and so he pounded. Kylie’s body bounced as his loins smacked into her backside, her cervix sent shudders through her womb as his knob banged deep. He could hear her delighted moans which increased his frenzy.
Kylie’s moans became panting whimpers and when Jeff felt her vagina convulsing from her orgasm and heard her primitive little shriek, he gave one last deep thrust and groaned ecstatically as he felt his load surge through his loins, through his rod, explode through his knob and spray into Kylie’s feminine depths.
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They drove to Paris airport and Kylie didn’t say anything as she smiled and held Jeff’s hand between her thighs. Jeff thought about Kylie. How perfect their sex was: sometimes a frantic quickie as before, sometime staying in bed for intimate days at a time, sometimes going to sleep, cuddled in each other’s arms and legs with his erection deep inside her, not moving, just relishing the sensuous and devoted embrace.
Since he had met Kylie Jeff had never felt the slightest interest in any other woman. He couldn’t imagine being in bed with another woman, he was absolutely committed to Kylie for life: emotionally and physically and he knew she felt exactly the same about him..
“Jeff, how long will everything be as perfect as this?” Kylie leaned over and kissed his ear.
“Forever,” he replied instantly and with total certainty.
Kylie punched him hard on the arm. “You fucking shithead. How dare you say that,” she growled.
“What’s the matter? I said we’d love each other forever.”
“It’s going to be much longer than that.”
They parked their old campervan and Jeff’s thoughts turned to his daughter. When he and his wife had separated Sally lived with her mother and he had missed her through to his bones. It had been heart wrenching for them to part after such a short time together but had been no alternative.
They had spoken by phone, emailed and swapped photographs and videos and his anticipation mounted as he and Kylie went into the arrival lounge. Their timing was perfect as Sally was entering from the other end after coming through customs. Jeff almost ran the 50 meters to her and when she noticed him, Sally’s face broke into a wide smile, she took her hands off her luggage trolley and spread her arms to greet him.
Jeff and Sally stood in a bear like hug, their cheeks touching and didn’t say anything for half a minute. He started to feel her sobs and felt tears come to his eyes. Still holding his daughter, he drew his face back and gazed into her dark eyes.
“Nice to see you Sally,” he whispered.
“Nice to see you Dad,” she whispered, then laughed as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“It’s been far too long,” He pecked away her tears.
“Far, far too long. I love you so much Dad.” Sally kissed Jeff’s cheek and tightened her hug and Jeff felt his tears well up.
“And I love you, Sally,” he managed to croak, not trusting himself to talk any more, and hugged his daughter even more tightly.
“Hey, it’s my turn,” said Kylie indignantly after a few more seconds.
Reluctantly Jeff stood back and Kylie and Sally had a similarly all embracing hug and kissed the other’s cheek and tears of happiness flowed.
Jeff took the opportunity to look at Sally. There was a new elegance to her willowy, 18 year old beauty. Kylie was tall, but Sally was slightly taller. Kylie was slim but Sally was slightly slimmer. Sally was wearing jeans but Jeff remembered her legs which had seemed to go on forever.
Sally had inherited his black hair which was cut half way down her neck in a fashionable style. She had also inherited her father’s dark brown eyes and his strong bone structure. Her cheek bones were pronounced, her lips were full and her complexion had a wonderfully healthy glow.
“She’s really become something, quite something,” Jeff thought with fatherly pride. “Absolutely exquisite. I can’t understand why she can’t get a nice boyfriend.”
“The weather forecast is crap here for the next for days,” said Jeff as the got to the campervan. “We thought we might drive straight to the south-west coast to get some sun and surf.”
“Whatever you want Dad, we’ve got two months. I don’t care, it’s just so good to be here with you and Kylie,” Sally said as she settled onto the bench seat beside him.
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None of them noticed the rain as the conversation and laughter flowed between the three. Jeff gave a little prayer of thanks that he and Kylie had been able to renew their relationships with Sally as though they had never been apart and he was glad to see Sally looking so happy and relaxed.
He glanced sideways to look at his daughter from time to time. She had been beautiful the year before, but now she had blossomed into such a classical beauty. He felt more fatherly pride. Once Sally noticed his gaze and smiled back at him and brushed his cheek with her lips.
“Hi Dad.”
“Hi Sally,” Jeff smiled as he tousled her hair with his free hand and was rewarded with a lovely smile which melted his heart.
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At the camping ground they had a quick meal and Sally started yawning and said she was tired after her long flight. Jeff and Kylie went to their tent and left her to sleep in the campervan.
“Isn’t it perfect having Sally with us again,” said Kylie as she snuggled into Jeff.
“Sure is,” he agreed. “In some ways it seems as though we haven’t been apart. We’re all just fitting in together the same way as a year ago.”
“I do love her so much, we’re soul-sisters” sighed Kylie. “And it’s wonderful to see you looking so happy with her here again. The three of us are really special don’t you think?”
“Sure do.”
She’s even more beautiful than before, isn’t she?”
“Mmmm, she really is gorgeous.”
“I feel a bit sorry for her,” said Kylie. “I just love being in bed every night with you, and she’s by herself in the campervan.”
“Well we told her she could bring a boyfriend, but she didn’t have anyone. Maybe she’ll find someone on the trip.”
“Mmmmm maybe,” said Kylie, then she hugged Jeff and looked into his eyes.
“Now, Mr Jeff Bradley, don’t you dare give me one of those quickies you forced on me this morning.”
Jeff was about to protest that Kylie had been the one saying hurry up, but then said nothing as she kissed him with her open mouth, raised her knees high and guided his erection to her lubricated anus. Although they had had anal sex hundreds of times he still felt the same thrills as his knob pushed past her anus and into her smooth, tight bowel.
When Jeff was deep inside he didn’t move as Kylie clenched her sphincter muscles around his engorged cock. They gazed adoringly into the other’s face, loving the intimacy, loving the sensations and most of all loving that they were sharing with each other. Jeff commenced a gentle thrusting and Kylie mewed with delight then thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.
Jeff knew Kylie’s reactions well and kept her on the brink of her orgasm, slowing down as her panting became ragged, feeling her thrust her buttocks into him to heighten her delight. But he could tell when she couldn’t take the frustration any more and plunged deep into her anal cavity. Kylie lost control of her body as it trembled and gave a shriek of joy as her orgasm thudded through her vagina and bowel.
Kylie lay panting in Jeff’s arms, her face in a contented smile. Then, keeping her arms and legs around him and his flaccid cock inside her, she rolled onto her side and went to sleep with her head on his shoulder.
Jeff lay on his back and again thanked the Gods who had granted him paradise on earth. He adored Kylie and she adored him. They were kindred spirits, united forever with a sex-life that he had never even fantasized about before he had met her. He knew that as long as the sun rose in the east, he would never have sex with another woman.
**********
It was still raining when they set off the next morning but the weather cleared briefly when they came to a beautiful old medieval town and they did some sightseeing.
Early on Jeff had learned that Kylie loved holding hands. At first he had resisted as, with their age difference, they attracted a lot of curious and sometimes antagonistic glances. Once he had tried to pull away.
“Why are you doing that?” Kylie had asked indignantly. “Don’t you like it?”
“Of course I do. But everyone stares at us. Look at those men.”
“They’re just jealous of you.”
Jeff had thought this was probably true. “But what about those women? They’re staring as well.”
“That’s because they jealous of me, silly.”
Kylie had stopped walking, had hugged him in a full frontal body hug in front of the voyeurs and had then kissed him passionately for a minute.
“Get used to it Buster. I’m not going to stop.”
He did get used to it and relaxed and enjoyed it. It was made easier when they got to continental Europe where hand holding was far more common. Girls and young women who were obviously not gay held hands and fathers held hand with daughters the same age as Kylie.
So it was natural that when Kylie walked between Jeff and Sally she held a hand of each of them. She sensed Sally’s unease.
“Everyone holds hands here,” said Kylie and Sally looked around, saw this was so, relaxed and soon felt it was just right.
They wandered around a church and a chateau then Jeff saw an indoor public swimming pool. With his and Kylie’s age difference he always made a big effort to keep in shape.
Neither girl wanted to swim so they had a coffee in the cafe beside the pool. This was the first opportunity for them to talk, just the two of them.
“Sally it’s so wonderful being together again. You’re more beautiful than ever.”
“You’re looking wonderful too. All this fucking must be doing you good. Still the same as a year ago. I heard you last night and this morning.” Sally giggled.
Kylie was embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry and you mustn’t stop because of me. I think it’s great that you have a sex life like that,” Sally laughed then her face became sadder. “Sometimes I do feel a bit jealous. It’s never been like that for me.”
Kylie knew that with her looks and vivacity Sally had young men swarming around her. She knew that she had gone to bed with two of them in that year they all had together. Sally hadn’t talked about it, but Kylie could tell that it hadn’t been all that wonderful for her.
“Didn’t you meet some nice boys at college?”
“There were lot’s of nice boys and I did go with two of them.” Sally took Kylie’s hand. “I got excited as things built up, the first time in bed with each of them was exciting, but when I thought about it afterwards, it was sort of empty. The next times, without that first excitement, there really wasn’t anything. It must be my fault. There must be something wrong with me.”
“Don’t be silly, there’s nothing wrong with you. Those boys weren’t right for you and probably didn’t know what they’re supposed to do.”
“Well, I thought about that. And thinking about you and Dad I hitched up with an older guy through the internet.” Sally gave a quick laugh. “Older, that’s for sure. His photo must have been taken 10 years before. He was as old as Dad. A lot older in some ways, he was so boring and pompous. I didn’t even let him hold my hand.”
Both girls sipped their coffee and were quiet for a while.
“Kylie, I hope I’m not being rude ,” Sally’s voice was hesitant. “I can see how much you and Dad love each other, how happy you are and how your life is exciting and so much fun. But don’t you ever think about his age?”
Kylie had to restrain herself. Friends had sometimes asked this question and it annoyed her as it was none of their business. But Sally was her best friend and her question wasn’t prurient interest, she was looking for answers for herself..
“I don’t think about it. His mind isn’t old. You know that. You know how you enjoy his company; no way is he boring. He laughs so much, he’s so interested and so interesting and he’s always trying new things.”
Sally nodded as she remembered the wonderful year the three had together and how good it had been already on this trip.
“You think he’s old just because he’s your father,” said Kylie. “Look, he’s coming over. Forget he’s your father and forget the date on his birth certificate. Just look at him as a man.”
Sally looked up and deliberately cut from her mind that Jeff was her father.
He was walking towards them, grinning enthusiastically as usual. Sally looked at his body. Jeff was certainly not a body builder, but he was lean and had neat, well defined muscles. Sure there were a few smile lines around his eyes and mouth and a touch of gray on his side-burns but they just seemed to add character. Suddenly Sally she saw her father through Kylie’s eyes. She looked around and saw some other girls also watching him as well.
“Did you have a nice swim hunky Jeff?” Kylie asked as Jeff gave her a wet kiss.
“No, those young bastards challenged me to a race and thrashed me.”
“But I bet they weren’t exhausted like you were after this morning.”
“You’re looking in great shape these days . . . . hunky Dad,” giggled Sally.
“Even if I’m old enough to be your father?”
“Even if you are my father.”
**********
As they drove through a town to camp that night Sally pointed out a nightclub and the others agreed that was a good idea.
Jeff waited for the girls to dress. It was worth his wait, Kylie twirled into the tent, her hair drawn back in an elegant style, eye shadow making her eyes seem even bigger and lipstick making her lips even more inviting. She wore a light pink dress with crazy red patterns. It was modestly low cut, showing a hint of cleavage, clung tightly to her wonderful body until it flared out from her hips. It came half way down her thighs.
“Do you like it?”
“You look absolutely gorgeous Kylie. Come here and be molested.”
She scampered into his outstretched arms and planted a big lipstick smudge on his cheek.
“Wait ’til you see Sally,” she whispered in his ear.
The weather had been cold all trip and Sally had worn jeans and a concealing bulky sweater all the time.
Sally came into the tent with a slightly self conscious expression. Her hair was drawn back tightly from her face, emphasizing her classic bone structure. Her cheekbones were more pronounced with a little makeup, her eyes seemed bigger with some mascara and eyeliner and red lipstick highlighted her brilliantly white teeth and generous lips.
Her dress seemed demure at first. Silver with black lightning shaped patterns. It was sleeveless showing her toned arms, it was high cut and and loose fitting. But Jeff could see how it clung to his daughter in all the right places with the shape of her breasts showing prominently. Sally’s dress was slightly longer than Kylie, to within 4 inches of her knee but the light material clung to her. Jeff’s saw the light musculature of her thighs and perfectly shaped calves and ankles.
He realized he could no longer think of Sally as his baby, as his girl. She was an extremely elegant and beautiful young woman. Slinkily sensuous.
“Sally, you’re exquisite, you should be a model. “ His voice came out as a croak.
Sally looked embarrassed but gave a little wriggle of her hips. “Do you like the dress Dad?”
Kylie laughed. “Of course he does, can’t you see his eyes bugling?”
Sally laughed as well. “You won’t be too ashamed to be seen with Kylie and me?”
“I’ll cope somehow.” Jeff took their hands and they walked to the nightclub.
**********
At the start they all danced together and Kylie and Jeff soon realized that as well as her new toned body, something else had changed with Sally: her dancing. She moved with a rhythmical and sensuous grace and noticed their looks of appreciation.
“I found a good dancing teacher,” she smiled giving another of her hip wriggles.
It was only a brief, understated movement, but her dress shimmied around her thighs and Jeff was captivated. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he thought.
“You haven’t danced with your daughter for a year, I’ll leave you together for a while,” said Kylie and went to find a table.
“You won’t be too ashamed to be seen dancing with your old man?” Jeff smiled at Sally.
“Don’t be silly, you’re looking very handsome.” Sally brushed her fingers across his cheek then moved a little away.
The music became faster and Sally’s started to writhe, sometimes waving her arms over her head. She seemed to be in a slight trance from the music, in her own world and Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her dress shimmering around her thighs, that sideways wriggle of her hips. And then a slight thrusting movement towards him.
The music changed and Sally held out her hand. “Let’s jive, handsome Dad.”
Jeff became caught up in the atmosphere and music. He took Sally’s hand and gently thrust her away in a twirling movement and Sally pirouetted, her dress swirling high showing more of her thighs. Then she came towards him and he held her around her waist before twirling her away again.
Sally’s pirouette became faster, her dress swirled higher and Jeff had a fleeting glimpse of his daughter’s silver satiny panties.
It continued; holding her by her waist or hand, her thighs and panties revealed as Sally became more caught up in the music. When she was briefly apart her hips wriggled more and more often in a thrusting motion towards her father as she grinned at him.
Jeff’s fascination turned to anxiety as he felt his cock stirring. How the hell could he be getting this reaction from his own daughter?
Fortunately the track finished and was followed by a slower piece. Sally came to Jeff and put her arms around his neck and pecked his nose.
“Your dancing’s got better too Dad.”
Jeff was very aware the feel of his daughter’s body, scarcely hidden by the flimsy material of her dress. He became even more aware of his hardening erection. “We’d better find Kylie.”
Sally pouted but took his hand as they walked off the dance floor to the table where Kylie was sitting. She was smiling enthusiastically.
“You danced really well Jeff. And you and Sally looked so lovely together.”
Jeff sipped his beer and tried to think about anything except Sally’s thighs and panties and his own erection.
When the music started again Kylie and Sally danced together as Jeff watched. They didn’t dance properly at the start, more interested in talking. Once Kylie whispered something in Sally’s ear and they both burst out laughing and hugged each other.
Then they danced properly and Jeff was fascinated as he watched their two perfect bodies writhing and wriggling, Kylie’s golden wavy hair contrasting with Sally’s gleaming black locks. They each seemed to be trying to outdo the other as hips swung to the music and their dresses flared high and panties were fleetingly on show. Jeff noticed a couple of Frenchmen standing nearby, watching and felt a surge of jealousy and anger.
Soon the music slowed and Kylie put her arms around Sally’s shoulders. Jeff saw Sally hesitate at first, then she relaxed and put her arms around Kylie’s waist. They only moved their feet a little and Jeff saw them swaying gently in their embrace. They seemed to be talking and were looking into each other’s eyes then Kylie said something and Sally giggled and pecked her lips. Their embrace seemed to be tighter.
Jeff felt happy. They were so beautiful together and it was perfect seeing the young women he loved, these soul-sisters, so happy.
Jeff danced with Kylie for the next bracket and he went through his familiar emotions of delight at her perfect body and arousal as they danced close, feeling her breasts against his chest and her loins pushed hard into his. He tightened his fingers on her buttocks and felt her wriggle with pleasure.
His bliss was was interrupted when he looked across the dance floor and saw Sally dancing with a young Frenchman. He was extremely good looking and an extremely good dancer and they looked fantastic together. Jeff immediately hated him.
Kylie saw his expression and followed his gaze. She poked him in the ribs.
“She’s an adult, Jeff darling. It’s not your job to protect her anymore.”
She turned him so that he was facing away from his daughter and licked his ear. Jeff recovered his composure and held on to Kylie more tightly.
A couple of minutes later Sally came to them, looking annoyed.
“What’s the matter? I thought he looked dishy,” said Kylie.
“He was.” Sally sighed in irritation. “Why do men think that if you dance with them a couple of times that gives them the right to start groping?” She gave a shudder.
She quickly recovered and the three danced together.
They enjoyed the rest of the evening. Jeff had a great time dancing with each of them in turn, although he did have to keep his mind under control when Sally uninhibitedly danced in her hip thrusting and panties flaunting style.
He started to empathize with the Frenchman. “Hell’s teeth, if I wasn’t her father, I’d want to grope her too.”
It was getting late and Kylie and Sally were dancing together. The music was becoming slower and more romantic and the girls were dancing in each other’s arms. Jeff felt a twinge of resentment: this was the time when he and Kylie always danced tightly together, kissing and their bodies touching. A precursor to what would happen in bed later.
But he couldn’t resent Kylie and Sally together. Kylie saw him and waved for him to join them.
Kylie and Sally kept an arm around the other’s shoulder but held out their other arms for him. He joined them and they put their arms around his shoulders and he put his around their waists. They swayed together in a tight triangle. Jeff closed his eyes, basking in their perfume, feeling both of them against his sides and their heads resting on his shoulders. What a magic moment!
The music stopped and they stayed in that position. Then Kylie told Jeff how she adored him and gave him a deep full tongued kiss. Then she told Sally how she loved her and kissed her lips. It wasn’t a peck, but her lips were closed and she lingered for just a few seconds.
“You’re both so wonderful,” sighed Sally.
She looked enquiringly at Jeff. Her lips were slightly pouted and without thinking Jeff brushed his lips along his daughter’s. She looked at him for a moment, then returned his brief caress and Jeff’s arm tightened around her waist.
They walked back to the campsite, Jeff’s arm’s around Sally’s and Kylie’s shoulders, theirs around his waist.
**********
“Wasn’t that a wonderful night,” sighed Kylie as she lay in Jeff’s arms in bed.
“You bet, I really enjoyed it.”
“And this seemed to enjoy it when you and Sally were dancing,” she giggled as she tickled his penis.
Jeff was embarrassed and said nothing.
“I’m sorry darling Jeff I didn’t want to embarrass you. I don’t mind. There’d be something wrong with you if it hadn’t happened. Sally’s so sexy when she’s like that, isn’t she?”
Slowly Jeff relaxed. “Wasn’t that last dance together absolute magic?”
“Mmmmm. There’s something really special about the three of us.”
During this conversation Kylie’s fingers had continued their work on Jeff’s now rock like rod and he was becoming frantically aroused.
“Kylie, darling,” he grinned and put his hands between her thighs, feeling the moistness of her pussy lips. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to fuck you. Right now.”
Kylie gurgled with delight. “Should I be afraid as well, Jeff? Afraid of you ravaging me with your cock?”
She rolled onto her back and held her arms and legs wide open for him, her eyes wide in adoration. As Jeff’s cock felt exquisite sensations from her warm, wet and welcoming vagina he again thought how Kylie was the perfect woman for him, the only woman for him.
**********
The rain and cold left them at last. It was a brilliant still morning with clear blue sky and the sun was already hot by the time they had finished packing. Kylie and Sally celebrated the weather by abandoning their jeans and jerseys and wearing sun-dresses.
When Jeff saw Sally he sighed inwardly. Her dress was very short and low cut and showed at lot of her lean and shapely thighs and the firm rounded flesh of her upper breasts. She was bright and happy and gave him a good morning hug and without thinking he gave her backside a little pat.
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that he realized that his daughter wasn’t wearing a bra.
As Kylie drove he went over events in his mind and became confused. He thought about how aroused he had been watching Sally dancing. Sure she was beautiful and sexy, but he’d never had those sorts of reactions from any other woman since he had met Kylie.
Sally moving her hips like that at him. Was that just a sexy dance or something for him?. That three-way hug last night. And the way he had kissed her; that wasn’t a father-daughter peck. And she had kissed him back. This morning, feeling her breasts through her dress with that hug.
Fathers don’t do that with daughters. What the hell was he doing? Then he dismissed his worries as ridiculous. Sure Sally was beautiful, sure she had an incredible body, sure she was sexy, sure he loved seeing her again after the long time apart, but he loved her as a father, a devoted father.
No. As Kylie had said their three way relationship was something special. There was nothing wrong in what he and Sally were doing and she certainly seemed really happy.
**********
They stopped at a village for coffee and the girls each put an arm around his waist as he walked between them, Jeff put his around their shoulders and thought that it was just fine. More than fine: just great. He squeezed Sally’s shoulder and she rested her head momentarily on his shoulder and smiled happily at him.
In the afternoon they finally reached the southwest coast. They stood on a cliff top and watched the mighty Atlantic rollers break on the rocks below and then drove eagerly to a surf beach a few kilometers south.
Jeff knew he had another minor battle to fight as the girls went to change into their bikinis. He was right as when Sally came wearing a black and brief bikini just about all her body was exposed to his eyes. He decided that it was best not to look away and steal furtive glances. He looked at her directly and admiringly. Admiring the full length of her long legs, her uplifted breasts only half hidden by her small bra. And her narrow waist and lean stomach.
Sally watched him with a half smile on her face and even gave one of her hip wriggles.
Jeff laughed. “As I said last night Sally, you could be a model.”
“As I said yesterday, you’re looking good Dad. Must be all the bonking you do with Kylie.”
“Hey Jeff, are you going to spend all afternoon perving your daughter. I need some sunblock.” Kylie was lying face down on her towel.
Jeff undid Kylie’s bra straps and slid her shoulder straps from her arms. He brushed away the strands of her golden hair from her neck. From the first time they had made love Jeff had loved Kylie’s slim and straight and lightly muscled back. Jeff massaged every bone in Kylie’s spine as he rubbed in the sunblock. He reverentially teased the muscles in her neck and shoulders and all the way down her back, right to her bikini line.
“Legs now, please Jeff.”
Kylie’s legs felt the touch of Jeff’s tantalizing hands. From her feet to the tops of her thighs, Jeff thought Kylie’s legs were perfect: slightly muscled from all her exercise, shapely and long. His hands worked up past her knees and she parted her legs to open her thighs.
“Jeff, darling you do have the most wonderful hands.”
All the way to her bikini briefs and it wasn’t by accident that Jeff’s knuckle nudged the shape of Kylie’s pussy. He heard her giggle and saw her wriggle her bum.
“Me too please Dad.”
Jeff looked across at Sally who was lying down and had her bra straps undone in anticipation.
“Why has she done that? Little minx,” he wondered.
“Right young lady, two can play this game,” he said to himself.
Jeff’s touch varied from the lightest tracing of his fingertips to pressure with the flat of his hands. He delicately picked out all Sally’s muscles in her neck and shoulders and back and massaged them. He felt her body relax completely.
His fingers delicately edged along her spine with all his erotic skill. He saw her toes wriggle and smiled to himself as his hands ran up the sides of Sally’s back. Then he stood up.
“Legs please Dad”
Jeff looked down and imagined his hands on the insides of those silky slim thighs and for a fleeting moment he imagined them wrapped around his ears.
”I don’t think so,” he grunted and stood up and passed the sunblock to Kylie.
Jeff went to get the surf boards ignoring Kylie’s groaned “Jeff” and her glare at his back. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Kylie rubbing sunblock onto Sally’s legs
They had an exhilarating time in the surf as an offshore wind was blowing and the waves were big and had good shape. On a few occasions they managed to catch the same wave and when Jeff looked across at the two girls he thought about what Kylie had said the night before.
“There really is something very special about the three of us. We’re all soul-mates.”
**********
They found their camping ground and as it was early season they managed to find a secluded site behind some trees. Jeff decided to cook and went to the camp kitchen while the girls wandered down to the beach to watch the sunset on the surf.
After ten minutes two Englishmen saw them and came over to try their luck. They were good looking and friendly and Sally and Kylie smiled welcomingly. The two young men were good company and the girls agreed to a walk along the beach, even accepting a helping hand to stand up.
The men had obviously worked out a strategy of divide and conquer and Kylie found herself walking beside one and Sally the other.
“Wasn’t that you we saw surfing this afternoon?” asked Kylie’s escort.
She nodded.
“Hey, you’re really good. Maybe you could teach me sometime.”
“Maybe.”
“And who was that old guy you were with?”
“Ah, he’s Sally’s father.”
That seemed to satisfy the Englishman and he upped his rate of compliments and jokes. Kylie thought he was good fun and chatted and laughed with him. She did feel a bit guilty, but she could see that Sally seemed to be talking and laughing a lot with her companion. And he was good looking.
Then Sally looked at her watch, they all turned to walk back and the happy and relaxed conversation continued. At the pathway leading to the camping ground Sally said that they had to get back because her father was cooking a meal.
The Englishman took a chance. “There’s a good disco a few kilometers up the coast. Maybe we could pick you up later and and go there?”
“Sorry, I’m a bit tired tonight,” smiled Sally.
“Why did you say that?” asked Kylie a couple of minutes later. “He was really nice and I could tell you quite liked him.
Sally stopped and took both of Kylie’s hands in hers and looked seriously at her.
“It really is the strangest thing. I think I’m going bananas. It was the same dancing with boys last night. It’s odd, I just don’t want to be with anyone else except you and Dad. Am I going crazy?”
Kylie put her arms around her in a very tight hug. “Of course you’re not. Jeff and I love you so much. The three of us are special. Like the Three Musketeers or something.”
Although she hadn’t heard of the Three Musketeers Sally liked the sound and felt better for a moment until another thought struck her.
“I’m feeling guilty about Dad.”
“What on earth have you got to feel guilty about.” Kylie was mildly astonished.
“I’m flirting with him. It’s just a game, I know. But Kylie, I like it. But it’s so wrong. You and he are together forever, I know that and I shouldn’t be doing it to you. And he’s my father for heaven’s sake.”
“Sally, you’re being so silly. Of course it’s just a fun game and of course I don’t mind. And Jeff certainly doesn’t mind. We’re a special threesome and it’s great to see the two of you happy together.”
“But . “
“Sally, you’re talking far too much.” Kylie tightened her hug and the girls just clung together.
Two minutes later Jeff came to tell them that dinner was ready. He saw them on a sandhill, two dark shapes in an embrace, silhouetted against the pink and gold sunset.
“Dinner’s ready” he called.
After dinner they played Scrabble in the light from a gas lantern until Kylie noticed that Sally had become quieter.
“Is anything the matter Sally?”
“I’ve just got a bit of a headache. I think I’ll go to bed.”
“No, Jeff’s got the perfect cure for headaches. It always works for me. Darling, give Sally one of your head massages.”
Sally sat on a chair and Jeff stood behind her. First the tips of his fingertips played all over her scalp, then came to her forehead gently stroking outwards from the center. Then soothing the muscles at the side of her eyes, the top of her cheekbones and last, as gently as a feather, across his daughter’s eyelids.
“How’s that sweetheart?”
Sally didn’t answer for a moment. “I’m sorry I was carried away. It’s lovely Dad. It’s so relaxing.”
Jeff felt the muscles in the back of her neck and shoulders. “You’re a bit tense here,” and took the massage oil which Kylie had brought out.
“Keep relaxing Sally, there’s some stiffness deep in your muscles.”
“I don’t think I could be more relaxed,” said Sally with her eyes closed.
Jeff’s fingers massaged deeply, then, as he felt the tightness go from Sally’s muscles, his touch became softer and he felt all the tension leave her body. He spent some time on the back of Sally’s neck and shoulders then moved his hands to either side of her neck and moved upwards.
Up and down her neck, around the sides of her jawbones to right under her ears. His touch was delicate now, to the soft skin behind her ears, then across her forehead and eyelids again.
Jeff was totally focused on his task and it was only when he thought he heard a slight sigh from Sally that he thought he should stop.
He kissed the hair on top her head. “How’s the headache?”
Sally slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. “All gone, Dad that was so lovely. I think I’ll get a headache every night.”
“Hey, you two, guess what I’ve just downloaded to my I Pod. That last song from the nightclub,” called Kylie from the campervan and in a moment Jeff and Sally heard that romantic music.
“Come on, it’s time for our Three Musketeers’ dance together.”
Sally took Jeff’s hand and dragged him across.
The magic from the night before was immediately recreated with their gentle swaying to the music. Jeff was entranced with the girls’ perfumes washing over him, with the feel of Kylie’s and Sally’s bodies on either side and their arms around him.
“Innocent intimacy, that’s what is,” he thought and liked the word ‘innocent’.
Kylie replayed the song twice more. No-one spoke but Jeff could hear Sally quietly humming the tune. Her face was a picture of contentment. He closed his eyes and soaked up the atmosphere.
Then he felt Kylie’s lips on his in a gentle, yet ardent kiss. He savored the feel and then rubbed his tongue along her lips which she gently opened and their tongues danced together. Kylie pulled away and Jeff watched as she and Sally kissed. Not as erotically as his had been, but it lasted for a few seconds.
“Dad, this holiday is so perfect. I love you and Kylie so much,” said Sally turning to him.
“It’s lovely and you’re lovely,” whispered Jeff as he felt a surge of affection.
He ran his lips lightly across hers from one side to the other then back again. Sally did the same to him and for a moment he was carried away by her soft and gentle caress. He returned her kiss and ran his tongue along her lips. Sally’s tongue darted out and for a moment their tongues touched. Jeff tightened his arm around Sally’s waist and felt her body melt into his with her breast against his side.
Jeff opened his eyes and saw Sally’s closed eyes. He drew back and kissed her eyelids and gave her one last squeeze.
“You two are so lovely together,” said Kylie hugging them both.
**********
“Kylie, I’m a bit concerned,” Jeff said when they were in bed.
“What about?”
“Sally and me?”
“What about Sally and you?”
“Well, we’re doing things that fathers and daughters don’t do. Like that Musketeers dance and kissing. And that massage before. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Kylie stroked his arm with a sympathetic expression on her face. “Do you think you have upset her?”
“No, no. Definitely not, I’m sure of that.”
“So, what’s there to be worried about?”
“Well, should I be doing these things with my daughter?”
“Of course you should. Look Jeff, earlier this evening Sally met a really nice Englishman who asked her out. But she told me she didn’t want to go out with anyone, she just wants to be with us. I think that’s so nice. All the times we have together are brilliant aren’t they?”
“Sure but . . “
“But what? OK Jeff, so you’ve given her a massage because she had a headache, so you’ve put sunblock on her back because she can’t do that herself and you’ve given her some innocent little kisses. So have I if it comes to that. Jeff those Musketeer dances are special for the three of us. We’ve got a lovely relationship. Stop being a prude. You’re working yourself up about nothing.” Kylie’s face was stern.
“But . .”
“In fact I think you’re being selfish, thinking like this. Sally’s here by herself with us on holiday. There she is in that campervan, alone and all by herself and we’ve got each other here every night. We’ve got to do as much as we can to make her feel she’s really one of us while she’s here.”
“But Kylie . . . “
“No more buts.” Kylie’s face softened. “What’s always my reaction when you give me one of those massages?”
Jeff grinned. “You always want me to suck and lick your pussy.”
“I’d like a massage now darling, please.”
Half an hour later they went to sleep in each others arms with Jeff’s face bathed in the juices of Kylie’s series of hip shuddering orgasms..
**********
The next day dawned brilliantly fine and the three wandered into the village for breakfast and Jeff walked in the middle happily holding hands with both girls. They had baguettes and preserves for breakfast followed by strong French coffee.
“What shall we do today?” asked Sally.
“Well, I’ve had enough of driving for a while. How about we chill out at a beach?” said Jeff.
“I’ve heard there’s a beach about a kilometer north which is really good. Let’s go there,” said Kylie.
Within a minute of arriving at the beach Jeff thought that his suggestion may not have been so smart.
“Oh, look Sally,” exclaimed Kylie. “Everyone’s sunbathing topless, isn’t that great.”
Without any hesitation she took off her bikini bra. Jeff normally didn’t mind, in fact he liked it. He could never get enough of the sight of Kylie’s beautiful pink tipped breasts and he also got a glow of satisfaction as he saw other men looking spellbound at Kylie and enviously at him.
“Should I Dad?”
Jeff turned to look at Sally who had her hands behind her back on the clip of her bra straps and was looking at him enquiringly.
“Your choice, sweetheart. You’re an adult and it’s your body.”
Sally undid her straps but held her hand over her breasts holding the bra and then, in a defiant gesture, she let it drop. Jeff had been watching her face rather than her body and saw her challenging and confident smile at him.
“The little minx is hoping I’ll be embarrassed,” he thought.
He glanced down and couldn’t prevent a sharp intake of breath. Sally’s breasts were beautiful. Slightly smaller than Kylie’s and somehow slightly more uplifted and instead of Kylie’s pink, Sally’s breasts were capped with brown aureoles. Her nipples were a little longer than Kylie’s; prominent and pointing straight at him.
Jeff felt a moment’s confusion and loss of control as Sally stood still watching him gaze, her smile becoming wider and more confident. He decided that attack was the best form of defense, took off his sunglasses and peered closely for 10 seconds. Then he looked her in the eye.
“Well Sally, there’s not many things I feel really proud of myself about, but your beautiful breasts certainly do make me feel proud. Very proud.”
Sally was puzzled.”You’re proud? Why on earth should you feel proud?”
“Half the work which went into making them was mine.”
Sally shrieked with laughter. “Dad why are you so funny in such a crazy way?”
She came over and pecked his nose and Jeff felt her nipples briefly brush across his chest. He was rescued by Kylie.
“Jeff, you’re perving your daughter again. I need sunblock. Right now!”
Her tone was aggressive and abrupt but when Jeff knelt beside her he could see her giggling and he erotically applied the sunblock.
“Legs, Jeff” commanded Kylie after her back was tingling from his sensitive touch.
“Front, Jeff” commanded Kylie after her pussy was tingling from Jeff’s nudges with his knuckles. She rolled over, her firm breasts pointing to the seagulls swirling in the sky.
Normally Jeff wouldn’t hesitate. The attraction of Kylie’s breasts together with the illicit thrill of fondling them in public were irresistible. But he felt awkward with Sally watching.
“Front, Jeff.” Kylie’s voice was stern.
Jeff poured some more sunblock and by the time he had finished Kylie’s nipples were erect from his touch and her hips had wriggled from his ‘accidental’ nudges on her bikini briefs over her clitoral hood.
“Back please Dad.” Sally’s tone wasn’t a command, more a plea.
Jeff looked at Sally’s long lean back with its silky, smooth skin tone. He looked some more and saw the side of her left breast, slightly squashed as she was lying flat on her stomach. He remembered her little game flaunting her breasts at him just before.
So his fingers and hands again worked their delicate magic on her skin, on her muscles and on her spine.
“Legs please Dad.”
“Ah well, Kylie said I’ve got to make Sally feel she’s part of the group,” thought Jeff.
He started with the soles of Sally’s feet and between her toes which made her squirm and giggle. He savored the shape and muscle tone of her elegant calves. Sally giggled and squirmed again as he tickled the underside of her knee caps but spread her legs slightly to give him space for her thighs.
Jeff was fine as he massaged the outside of her long, firm and lightly muscled thighs and he was in total control for the first few inches of the insides of her thighs.
Was that the same little sigh he had heard the previous night when he had massaged her head?
Then he lost it as Sally’s legs parted a touch more exposing a slight view of her briefs covering her pubic mound and he fantasized about what was lurking there.
As quickly as possible he brusquely finished his job, stopping 6 inches below Sally’s briefs.
“That’s it. Finished.”
“You didn’t do everywhere,” she pouted.
“Finished,” Jeff repeated.
Sally rolled onto her back.
“Front now please Dad.” She had a challenging look on her face.
Jeff glanced down. Her left nipple was pointing straight between his eyes and it took a supreme act of will power for him to stop leaning down to suck it.
“Finished.” His tone was abrupt.
Jeff rolled away onto his towel, lying on his stomach to hide his half erect cock and appeared to be studying his magazine.
“Don’t take any notice of him Sally, he’s just in one of his grumpy moods,” said Kylie breezily as she slapped sunblock on his back.
Kylie and Sally sat either side of Jeff and carried on a light hearted conversation across his back as his eyes stared at the magazine but could not read, his mind still in a daze.
“What do you think darling?” asked Kylie.
“Eh what? I’m sorry I was concentrating on this article.” Out of ingrained politeness her turned his head towards Kylie to see her lying on her side, her breasts within easy reaching distance.
“There are some famous churches in the village. Sally and I thought we’d see them later on.”
Jeff had gone to a church with them two days ago and as far as he was concerned that was his quota for six months.
“Not really my scene. Anyway I saw a launch which does fishing trips. I thought I’d catch tonight’s meal.”
“Oh no Kylie, we’re all going to starve tonight,” laughed Sally and patted his head affectionately.
Jeff turned to face his daughter and immediately cursed his polite upbringing. In this position her right breast was a few inches from his nose and mind went straight to imagining his lips around her nipple.
“We’ll see I guess.” He grunted returning his face to the magazine and staying on his stomach as he felt the resurgence of his cock.
**********
“It’s getting hot. Let’s get some drinks Sally. Would you like a Coke Jeff?”
“Thanks,” he said, still not daring to look up.
After the girls had left Jeff was able to bring himself under control and his mind cleared. He didn’t like his new crystal clear thoughts.
“You perverted shithead. You imagined yourself sucking your daughter’s tits. You thought about stroking her pussy!”
He went through a minute’s self loathing before he calmed down.
“No it’s not that. I’m just a red blooded man who loves sex. Sally’s a beautiful and sexy young woman and any red blooded man would react the same way. Just stop fantasizing. She’s your daughter for fuck’s sake.”
After a few minutes he looked up and saw Kylie and Sally about a hundred meters away walking towards him. As usual they were holding hands and smiling. They were both wearing wide brimmed straw sunhats and both had big sunglasses and very tiny bikini briefs. Hell, Sally’s pubic bone was as prominent as Kylie’s.
Two pairs of breasts jiggled slightly as they walked. Then he saw Sally lift an icecream cone to her mouth and her long tongue slowly extend to lick it.
He groaned out loud and stared at his magazine.
“Here’s your Coke Dad.”
He glanced up and was pleased to see that both icecreams had been eaten.
“Thanks sweetheart.”
Jeff stood up and moved a few feet away and was pleased to find he could keep his hormones under control. He was able to look Sally in the eye and even take in her body without feeling self conscious.
“Let’s go for a swim,” he said when he had finished his drink.
The girls each took one of his arms as they walked to the surf. They body surfed a bit together although the waves weren’t great. After a few minutes Jeff looked around but couldn’t see Kylie or Sally anywhere so he decided to wander out to see if he could find a decent wave.
Without warning he suddenly felt a female body jump onto his back, her arms wrapped around his chest and her legs around his waist. Before he could react he felt some strong arms on his ankles pulling hard and he lost balance collapsing into the water. It wasn’t deep but when he tried to stand stand up two bodies jumped onto him.
There was an underwater tangle of arms and legs and torsos for a few moments before he was allowed to stand up. He looked around and saw Kylie and Sally hugging and laughing hysterically at him. He joined in their laughter and waded over to them.
“Did you get a surprise Dad?”
He nodded, grinning until he was only a foot away then launched himself at them. He was easily able to wrap both arms around them and soon three bodies were again in an underwater tangle until Jeff let go.
Kylie was coughing a little from swallowing some water and she smiled bravely saying, “Truce please darling.”
“Dad,” said Sally. “Carry me the way you did when I was little.”
Without waiting for his answer she jumped onto his back with her arms around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breasts were squashed against his back. Her bare breasts!
“Well, Kylie said I should do my best to help her feel at home,” he muttered to himself.
He soon relaxed and they had good fun diving under the breakers coupled together, Kylie insisted on her turn a few minutes and they frolicked in the surf for the next half hour.
“I need some exercise. I think I’ll swim out to that buoy and back.”
“Thanks Jeff, that was so much fun.” Kylie kissed him and hugged him.
“It really was Dad,” said Sally, her eyes glowing and without any hesitation kissed him and hugged him as well.
He swam at a leisurely pace and thought through the morning and felt pleased with himself. Not once in the water had he boned up and not once had he had any sexual fantasies despite Sally’s bare breasted hugs and kisses. He realized that it had been Sally who had jumped on his back, her breasts against him and her legs wrapped around him and when they had struggled underwater he had unintentionally touched her breasts as well as Kylie’s.
He found the logical solution. This was the same as a nudist camp. He had known a number of families who had holidayed at these with their children and he had never thought of them as perverts. Odd, definitely, but certainly not perverts. And as Kylie had said so often, the three of them were something special.
They showered and went their separate ways. Four hours later the girls met him on the wharf and he proudly showed them his fish.
“Aren’t you so clever darling. Sally and I have got some vegetables and things.”
The strolled back to the camp and Jeff headed towards the camp kitchen.
“What can we do to help?”
“Just be beautiful and tell me what a great chef I am.”
“He gets uptight if anyone watches him cook,” Kylie told Sally.
Half an hour later Jeff came with the first course. He looked at their camp site and was pleasantly surprised. Kylie had bought some candles and they cast a glow and shadows around the private site. She had set up her I Pod playing music through the campervan speakers and it was an enchanted atmosphere.
Jeff could see that they had spent a lot of time getting ready and with their hair tied back and understated makeup made they both looked elegantly stunning. Both were wearing light cotton sarongs and the material was so delicate that he could see the shapes of their legs and a hint of the color of their skin.
Kylie was wearing a tight halter top showing her flat belly and the shapes of her aureoles. Sally was wearing a big loose fitting silk singlet. At first glance it seemed ordinary until Jeff could see the shape of her long nipples making tiny elegant tents. Then she walked towards him to help with the food and he saw the shape of her obviously bra-less moving against the silk.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered realizing that his daughter’s breasts were even more sexy partially revealed, than they had been naked on the beach.
“Are we beautiful enough for you darling?”
Jeff nodded.
“Wasn’t Kylie kind lending me this lovely top?” said Sally.
Jeff raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kylie who was smiling enthusiastically.
“I think it looks even better on you than it does on me Sally.”
Sally picked up a piece of fish. “Mmmm it’s delicious. You certainly are a great chef Dad.”
Kylie laughed. “Well that’s our side of the deal done. We’re beautiful and you have been deemed a great chef. Let’s have some fun.”
She went to the campervan and came back with a bottle of white wine. Jeff and Kylie didn’t drink much but he felt that it was just right for what had been a perfect day.
“To the Three Musketeers,” said Kylie solemnly and raised her glass.
“To the Three Musketeers,” Jeff and Sally joined in.
“Now Dad, we’ve decided that you’re going to sit here,” said Sally pointing to the middle of the bench seat running along one side of the camp site table.
Jeff obeyed and the girls sat on either side of him.
“And because you’ve done so much work, catching all those big fish and cooking, you’re not going to do anymore. We’re going to feed you.” Kylie broke off a piece of fish, dipped it in some sauce and brought it up to his mouth.
“Open wide.”
Jeff laughed and opened and Kylie slipped the food into his mouth.
“Hey, I sure am a great chef.”
“And a great at a lot of other things darling.” Kylie licked his ear.
“Wine Dad?” Sally brought his wine glass to his lips and Jeff had a small sip.
Jeff gave another contented laugh and decided to relax and enjoy as his beautiful handmaidens looked after him. As he had no use for his hands he put an arm around each of their waists and they both wriggled in tighter.
Jeff and Kylie were a very self contained couple. When they went to dinner parties they found other peoples’ conversation boring and unless they made a real effort usually ended up just talking to each other. But Sally fitted in perfectly and the candle – lit campsite was filled with their vibrant conversation and frequent laughs.
When a loud rap song came on the girls forgot their handmaiden duties. They kicked off their shoes to dance on the grass and treated Jeff to an erotic display of uninhibited and energetic teenage dancing. Hips and slim bodies writhed, arms were flung and dresses swirled revealingly.
Jeff watched in unashamed voyeurism. But the image which captivated his mind was Sally’s breasts moving inside that loose top. Kylie always looked seductively erotic when she wore it and Sally was the same. His mind lapsed back to the beach and he recalled every millimeter of what was now hardly concealed.
With a start Jeff pulled out of his reverie and cursed himself. He saw that the wine bottle was almost empty and knew he had drunk too much. He tidied the dishes and went to cook the second course.
As he prepared the vegetables he thought more about Kylie and Sally. At first he had thought that their dancing had been a display for his benefit. Maybe, but he had seen how they were interacting with each other.
Still pondering Jeff took the vegetables back to the campsite and saw a sight which took his breath away with its beauty.
Sally and Kylie were dancing in a tight embrace, Sally’s arms around Kylie’s shoulders, hers around Sally’s waist and he could imagine how their loins and breasts were tightly against each other. They were more swaying than dancing and their cheeks were touching.
Jeff stood mesmerized for a moment then casually walked in with the food. He noticed Sally’s hesitant glance towards him and then saw Kylie tighten her grip to keep her there and saw Sally relax again.
“That looks lovely Jeff,” said Kylie and the two girls walked arm in arm to join him at the table and Jeff enjoyed the pleasure of his handmaidens feeding him and passing him wine.
Once Sally dropped some food and Jeff glanced down. Jesus wept. From this angle he could look straight down her loose, low cut top and he could see both her brown aureoles with their extended nipples.
To his embarrassment Sally saw his glance but she just elbowed him in the ribs and laughed. “Now I can see why Kylie told me you like her wearing this top.”
Jeff was having a problem getting his head around events and wondered if he was drinking too much. Kylie and Sally dancing like that? That was more than soul-mate friendliness. Sally raising their flirting game to another level?
Kylie said that Jeff was working too hard and that she would tidy away the dishes.
“Dance Dad?”
Jeff wasn’t sure. In fact he felt that it was about time that he had a serious discussion with his daughter. But Sally held out her hand and had a mock-pleading expression on her face.
They danced apart which Jeff found very hard. Sally’s sarong swayed and split to the top of her thighs with some of her movements and her breasts moved enticingly under that clinging loose top and he remembered the view his eyes had just savored.
When the music slowed he held out his arms and Sally willingly moved to him.
“This is the best holiday I’ve ever had. I love you and Kylie so much,” she whispered looking deep into her father’s eyes.
“And we both adore you sweetheart.”
“You don’t mind when we have our silly little cuddles do you?”
Jeff wasn’t really sure what he should say, but decided to answer truthfully. “No sweetheart, I don’t mind. I love them.”
“Good, so do I,” Sally mumbled and moved in more closely so that Jeff could feel her breasts.
Jeff’s internal conflicts evaporated in the atmosphere, in the music and in the touch of Sally’s body. A kaleidescope of images ran through his mind: Sally’s legs and panties as they danced at the nightclub, her wonderful smile when he had squeezed his shoulder, her bare breasts on the beach, the tender kisses and hugs with the Musketeers’ dances, her sigh with the scalp massage.
He kissed the Sally’s forehead and she lifted her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. Jeff ran his tongue along her lips then Sally sucked gently and took his tongue into her mouth. He pulled her into him more tightly, aware that her belly was pushing into his erection.
Jeff slid his hand inside Sally’s top and felt the firmness of her breasts, her peaked nipple and the texture of her aureole. He heard her little sigh and gently stroked with his fingers. Nothing in his fantasies compared to the excitement of reality. He squeezed some more and pushed his erection harder against his daughter’s body.
He could feel Sally’s body writhing against him, he could feel her lips sucking him urgently as his responded. Her top was so loose that he was easily able to slip it off her shoulders and looked down at her irresistible breasts. He lowered her head and put his lips around her aureole and Sally sighed and held his head tightly as he sucked and nibbled.
Suddenly there was silence as the last track finished.
The enormity of what he was doing to his daughter and to Kylie struck Jeff like a knockout punch. He led Sally to a chair and sat her on his knee.
“Sweetheart, it’s just as well that music stopped. I love you, you’re so gorgeous and so sexy, but this is wrong. Absolutely wrong.”
Sally looked into his face and burst into tears.
To be continued.

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Since spitfiredhoni94 stole the first three chapters of this story and posted them as his/her/its own on this site I thought I’d better set the record straight: these stories were written by myself and my co-author lamignonne, and posted on bdsmlib.com in November of last year.

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