Fresh Poulp

Edited by La Pantera Bonita
Everybody remembers where and how they lost their virginity. However, I doubt many of us have done so in a rite, with an audience. I still have nightmares about the night I lost my virginity.
I had just finished up Navy boot camp in Orlando, Florida. Like so many in my family before have done, when the nation calls, we serve. And we always serve in the Navy to avoid getting shot. Vietnam was winding down. No new troops were being sent over and intelligent geeks who volunteered for submarines would never get to see a rubber tree, except maybe in a picture. For some reason all my family and friends assumed I was going to serve on a gunboat in the Mekong Delta. Perhaps they got the idea from me. I neglected to mention the submarine stuff.
My cute girlfriend was waiting on me. Our relationship was at a point where we would engage in mutual masturbation at the end of a date. Okay, the last week I was getting some blowjobs, but we never had sex as defined in the Funk and Clinton Dictionary.
Terry had a nice build with shapely muscular legs and ass. Her pussy was tight with slightly darker hair. Her breasts varied between 34B and 36C cup sizes depending on maker of the bra and time of the month. She would let me play with her breasts while she would jerk me off.
Terry was at the house while we were carving our pumpkins. My older sister, Sarah (named for Mom) and family were down in South Carolina visiting us at the time. Her two children Todd, age 7 and Tony, age 5 were of course with her, and were all agog about carving out pumpkins. There were four of us carving at the table with newspapers spread out to prevent any sticky mess on the floor and table. Todd had his own pumpkin with only minor adult supervision, I was helping Terry carve some face, Felicia, my baby sister, and about 12 years of age (see MIKE RETURNS HOME when she becomes of age) had one corner. Sarah was helping Tony when she grabbed a hand full of slimy pumpkin carvings or pumpkin guts as we called them, and peered straight at Todd who was having the time of his life, oblivious to the world, creating the ultimate jack-o lantern. I positioned myself so as not to be without “ammo.”
Sarah reached across the table and mashed the pumpkin guts in her son’s face. My Dad, of all people, a spectator in all of this, hurled pumpkin guts in my direction, only to catch Terry straight in the face. What happened next was a pumpkin gut throwing frenzy. Mom was picking pumpkin guts off her kitchen wall a week later remarking, “How the heck did it get there?”
Terry ran outside the house, very flustered. I followed closely. She reached down inside her bra and was pulling out slimy seeds. “I don’t think your Dad likes me.” Terry said, nearly in tears.
I wrapped my arms around Terry and assured her that my whole family loved her, or else they wouldn’t be treating her as one of their own, i.e. she gets abused too. I told her to consider herself initiated into the family. She now wishes she had tossed some guts back at Dad. I told her to wait until next year or sometime when he doesn’t expect it.
My mother Sarah and my sister Sarah were busy cleaning up the kitchen as the kids were putting the finishing touches on the jack-o-lanterns.
Terry says every Halloween her and her sisters go up in the mountains and asked if I would join them this year. I consented to her request. There might be a hand job, or better yet a blow job at the end of the night.
Terry’s older sister Debbie, about 24 joined us on our trek to a place outside of Ashville, North Carolina. Debbie was currently working a divorce and was now living at home with Mom with her two young children. When I first met Debbie she had two black eyes. Seems her soon to be ex-husband roughed her up a bit. Debbie was built similar to Terry. She was short, with nice legs and tits. Her ass was a bit on the thin side, but not a serious defect. When she got a few drinks in her, Debbie would typically get on a table and shake her tits. I felt a bit embarrassed whenever she would do this, Terry would shake it off. It was after all her sister shaking her tits. None of her family seemed to have blamed her husband for having beaten Debbie with an ugly stick. I wouldn’t dare speak up.
Terry’s younger sister was 18, a year younger than me and two years younger than Terry. She was a beauty and knew it. Terry was a bit jealous of Beth. She was careful not to give her any preferential treatment at Christmas and Easter over her other 8 siblings. Terry’s mom was a breeder with four husbands under her skirt. Technically Debbie was Terry’s half sister, Beth was a full sister.
Beth stood apart from her sisters. She was tall and slender with long straight blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. Her face had a small amount of freckles, just enough to make her look young and fresh. She had nice firm pointy breasts, not overly large, but big enough to know she was woman. Beth could have been a model if she was bent that way, but had just a touch of independent defiance in her to prevent her from doing anything degrading or demeaning, unless she was in charge.
I picked up Terry and her sisters at her trailer. Terry had moved away from the nest and was sharing a place with her step-brother. The girls had a small suitcase with them. I was puzzled. “Are we going to spend the night in Ashville?”
Terry said, “No” that Beth felt she needed to bring a change of clothes along. I loaded the suitcase into the trunk of my Volkswagen 411 which my neighbor Larry gave me a great deal on. The 411 wasn’t the worst car Volkswagen ever made or this the worst deal I ever made on a car…. Well actually it was. It was a piece of shit car that frequently broke down and I got took. If you’re reading this Larry, I am coming after you and your descendants-you bastard! You hear me Larry! I thought things would get better when I unloaded that vehicle and got an Audi Fox.
Anyway we made it to Asheville and went to the zoo during the day. The zoo at this time was not well kept. The cages were very close to the customers with large openings in the fences. It was more of a petting zoo, but not by design. I suggested a trip over to the Biltmore, but the girls had other plans and directed me to dive out of town. We drove into the woods at a spot where I-40 would one day be. We parked in an open field where other cars had been parked. There were a couple of trucks with number 43 on the back with large barbeque grills on the back. Beth grabbed the bag out the back and opened it up. She unfolded three long white gowns which the girls placed on over their clothes. They placed garlands on their heads, and then removed their clothes from under their gowns. AS far as I could tell they were all naked underneath as I placed myself in a position to where they would be standing between me and the setting sun….hmm they were naked all right judging by the dark triangle shaped patches between their legs.
Now at this point you might think I would be asking some questions. And I did. However Terry was quick to the point. “Just be quiet and go along with it and you might have yourself a good time.”
The girls took my hand and led me down a path in the woods. In fact we were all holding hands. Terry had us arranged so I was holding her hand and Debbie’s hand, but not Beth’s hand. I made a mental note of this.
We got to a clearing and there were a bunch of people dressed like the girls. In fact I was the odd ball in the place. They were cheerful when they meet the group and hugged as old friends all saying “Happy Samhain” and “blessed be”. They introduced me to the group, but there were so many, I couldn’t remember all the odd names. I noticed everyone was coupled off. I was the only one who brought three dates.
The girls’ names were altered within the group. Terry was now known as Terra. Beth introduced herself as Beth-el. And Debbie was still fucking Debbie. I was hoping they had beer.
When the sun dipped over the horizon the festivities began. There were two dozen stones arranged in a large circle. They were placed upright and varied in sizes, but were about 3 feet high, about the size of a tombstone. I found one that made a comfortable chair to lean against. Terry quietly shook her head “no” as I attempted to relax. There were two stones with no one in front of them. In the center of the circle was a large cauldron with glowing charcoal, a large stone altar and incense burning- sandalwood of course, like they don’t make anything else. Outside of the circle there were picnic tables set up with food. I was eyeballing the food and all the women naked under their robes when a couple appeared from the woods. They had on very flimsy outfits. They were light see-through material that was cut short. When I say cut short I mean I could see the woman’s pussy; and if I so desired the guy’s nut sack peeking out the bottom. The see through material revealed a set of 36C breasts resting on the priestess’ chest. She had seen better days, and I had seen better tits, but right now, that was the best show in town. I cautiously looked over at Terry in front of her rock. She mouthed a reassuring kiss at me and smiled.
The male in the group was carrying a home made scepter with a doll head mounted on the end and small ornate bells along the shaft. The High Priestess sprinkled some incense on the cauldron and had her male consort hold some candles for her as she read from an old parchment:
“Lord of the Shadows, God and Giver of Life The one who sees all, and knows of our Death I beseech thee to open wide the gates which we must all pass Return this night our dear ones who have passed And when our time comes allow us to do the same. Let us be reborn again by the Great Mother Terra So we can enter your realms refreshed to be with our dear ones. Come to us, your servant and priest.”
At this point each woman was called forward, doffed their robe and given a five fold kiss (feet, knees, womb, breasts, and lips.). The women joined hands and walked around in a circle. There were titties and pussy galore. I watched Terry or Terra and her sisters walk in a circle like old pros. There were some clockwise turnings, some more incantations to the various compass points, a reverse in the circle turning, a little drinking from the altar chalice, some consuming of consecration cakes (devil’s food?) and then things started to break up; with the girls putting their robes back on. Just like that it was over, or at least I thought when the near naked dude with the doll’s head came to me and handed me his dumb wand, and proclaimed, “Behold the new Lord of Misrule, yours is to do what you desire for the evening, take the mickey out. No one is immune to your desires. Now consummate the rite with your chosen consort. Plant your seed”
I reached into my pocket and sure enough there was a pumpkin seed. How did this guy know it was there when I didn’t? I was given a robe to wear. Not one of those nice long white ones, but one of those short see through ones, that had my mickey hanging out. I hung my clothes on the rock. I was concerned about the limited funds in my wallet, but it seemed like a bad time to be distrusting of my host and hostess who were making me a “Lord”.
Now I was wondering about the exact meaning of the words and phrase “consummate” and “plant your seed.” I was entertaining sexual ideas. The pumpkin seed I surmised was a red herring. I was uncertain what to do at this point. I looked to Terry for some help and held out my hand to her. After all she was Terra and I didn’t want to upset her or anger all the gods in the forest. Actually it was her wrath I feared most.
Terra slowly led me over to the altar. It may have looked like I was doing the leading, but I was still semi-clueless at this point. We got to the foot of the altar when Terry turned around and faced me. She gave me a long wet passionate kiss, followed by a five point kiss. Terra then dutifully lay down on the altar, on her back and slid her robe up to reveal her pussy to me and all the forest denizens.
This was the first good look I ever had of a real live pussy. Looked like the ones in Playboy magazine, although not as airbrushed. I knew what to do, but I didn’t have a boner. I was a bit embarrassed. Normally I sport one all the time. However, in front of a crowd, I had some minor problems. Two of the young ladies from the group came to my rescue. With their robes still on, but hanging seductively off their breasts, they knelt on the ground by me and stroked my thighs, without touching Mr. Mickey. As I was getting aroused, one of the maidens was blowing on my dick. I wanted to tell her that “blow” was just an expression, but everyone seemed solemn at this point.
Once aroused I mounted myself on top of Terra. My cock easily slid into her pussy. This was a new sensation for me. It didn’t feel like a blow job or a hand job. The intense warmth generated by the pussy caught me off guard. I was expecting something so wet to be cool, instead of warm. The women joined in a circle and walked clockwise around us chanting a chorus to Osiris and Isis, who we seemed to represent at the moment.
“Spear to the Cauldron Lance to the Grail Spirit to flesh Man in woman Sun and earth Lord of life arise Osiris and Isis blessed be”
There is nothing like sexual references in religion to get me off. Terra was moving her hips repeating, “Give me your divine seed Osiris.” I didn’t even mind being called by the wrong name…. I wondered how she would like it. Her hip movement threw me off. I thought she was just supposed to lay there while I did all the fucking. Apparently I was not cumming fast enough. That would not be a problem. As the women circled around, they removed their robes, to show me all their glory. I caught Beth at the corner of my eye. She had a beautiful pussy to match her hair. It looked so warm and inviting. I held Terra by her ass for a moment to stop her rhythm that was upsetting my own, and planted my seed inside of her.
The women shouted with joy. The men folk had brought out the grills and were cooking steak and vegetables saved from the Pooka. I walked around with that poor excuse for a hospital robe still on with my ass and dick still hanging out. We sat down at the picnic tables to feast.
Terry said to me, “Having a good time My Mischief King?”
“Just as long as you are my queen” I replied.
There was a campfire behind us. Terry grabbed some chestnuts and placed them on the fire to roast. The nuts popped and splattered. One of the shrapnel hit me solid in the chest. The High Priestess said that was a sign from the goddess that we should forever be joined. Later I would find out she must have meant the goddess of discord. But nothing could go wrong tonight.
Terry got our steaks as we sat at the table. Terry sat to my left and Beth to my right. (How Terry let this slip by, I don’t know.) Terry was cutting up my steak and feeding it to me. We seemed to have a problem in paradise. Terry liked her steaks rare. I liked mine cooked. Rare was a bad phrase to use, because it implies the steak did spend some time on the grill. I had trouble chewing the bloody piece of meat and managed to wash it down with some malted beverage. I wasn’t even keeping an eye on Debbie at this point to see when she would start shaking her tits. It felt like I swallowed half a cow that night.
Beth-el had placed her hand on my naked thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Reflexively I had another hard-on.
I looked at Terry, took her by the hands and said, “The Mischief guy wants to plant more seed.”
Terry said back to me, “You have already planted your seed in me, Osiris; you must plant it elsewhere so it can sprout.”
My eyes must have out grown my head when Terry said that as she continued, “This is your night, I won’t be angry with you, go and take whom ever you find desirable. It is your duty. You are expected to perform again.”
I didn’t need a lot of encouragement. I was a bit green, but not stupid. Besides everyone thought I was going to die in Vietnam next year. I went up to the High Priestess, who in spite being the oldest person in the group, (mid thirties) had the biggest titties. I asked her to escort me to the altar. She told me, she had to obey me as do all the women here, clearly a dozen of them.
The Priestess stood at the foot of the altar. She still had on her see through half robe with pussy visible from the bottom. I gave her a five fold kiss. I planted a good hard kiss on her lips, which was a bit of a shock to her, then placed my hands on her shoulders forcing her down to her knees in front of me. The High Priestess knew what to do with my scepter. She grasped my shaft and placed the end in her mouth. She made long strokes as my cock glided across her lips. The Priestess then pulled my cock from her mouth and pressed it against her parted wet lips. She stuck her tongue out just enough to lick the underside of my dick. With one hand she caressed my balls until they were round and full. Then she licked them too. Damn! I hoped Terry was taking notes. This was her idea.
Once I was ready to cum, the High Priestess stopped and whispered, “You must plant your seed inside Mother Earth, it can not grow on unhallowed land.”
From that I surmised I wasn’t going to cum in her mouth. That indeed would be a tough way to make her pregnant even for a fertility goddess. The High Priestess laid herself open to me. She spread her legs wide apart and held them up in the air with her hands. I noticed a scar- a hysterectomy as it turned out. Looks like the fertility goddess still has her work cut out for her. I penetrated the bearded well of the Priestess. It was not nearly as tight as Terry’s pussy. I reached up and touched the titties of the High Priestess. I never felt the titties of a Priestess before. They were bigger than Terry’s titties and a lot softer, but lacked her firmness. Since Terry was my first and only fuck up to this point in my life, I compared everything to her pussy.
I was rhythmically fucking the Priestess. She was moving her hips slightly, and in rhythm with my movements. I wished Terry was taking good notes. With the squeezing of her tits I came inside the old sacred well that had dried up years ago.
We returned to the table area. I needed some more of that sacred malt beverage, which sprang forth from a silver well of life, placed on the back of a moving pedestal with the sacred number 43 printed squarely on the back. If Terry can become Terra and Beth become Beth-el, I was changing Michael to Michelob.
It appears no one had a sense of humor about my name change. I was not taking the religion seriously. They extend their friendship, open themselves up to me, allow me to have sex with any of their women and all I cared about was beer and blowjobs. At 18 I had already established my life priorities.
There was some more dancing in a circle, a little chanting and some good luck spell casting etc. I participated in these activities as best as I could without being irreverent to whatever it is they were worshipping. The High Priestess blessed the union between Terra and the kid, although she referred to me as Michael instead of Michelob. This was important to Terry.
Things were winding down. Beth informed me that I had only one hour left as Lord of Misrule. I didn’t know I had a time limit on this reign. I was hoping it would last a few life times. I took that as a hint. I gathered both Beth ands Debbie and suggested a three-some, even though I had only enough seed for one of them. This raised a few eyebrows amongst the crowd, but I figure they should all be glade I wasn’t fucking their wife, except for the High Priest whose old lady I already plowed.
Debbie took the lead on this one as she was more experienced. Beth was no virgin, seems I was the only virgin in this group, but she lacked Debbie’s know how. This time I was placed on the altar and my robe was parted. Debbie stood on one side and Beth on the other still in their white garb. Debbie eagerly gobbled down my dick as Beth licked my balls. Beth didn’t care too much for me. She thought I was a geek, and maybe she was correct. I certainly didn’t have her cool. However, Beth also liked to piss off Terry, and what better way than to fuck her boyfriend in front of her face.

Where does a marriage go boring? I was 24 and had two small children. My wife had decided she wasn’t into sex anymore. What was I to do?
I was between jobs, but comfortably off due to my father-in-law’s dough, so I decided to go back to school. I signed up for several courses at the local junior college. My first class was English, and that’s where I met her.
She was beautiful, with blonde hair and five jeweled studs in each ear. Her blue eyes could drown a man and her boobs stuck out proudly on her small body. I took the seat next to her and struck up a conversation. I learned she was 19, had a boyfriend, and had graduated from the same high school as I had. After class we made a date to study at her parents house where she lived.
I made an excuse to the wife that night and gathered my books and notes from class. She lived only a few minutes from me. When I went in the house she introduced me to her parents, who were on their way out.
We started talking about the book we had been assigned to read, but mostly we were flirting. She would touch my arm when she spoke, and laughed at all my lame jokes. I thought about my wife and kids, and about my growing erection at the thought of fucking this young girl. Guess which head won.
It started with a hug, but before long it was a kiss. I reached around her and started rubbing her back, feeling for a bra clasp. After undoing it I moved my hand forward to cup her firm young breast. Her nipples were as hard as my cock.
We shed clothing on the way to her bedroom. She was 19, but her room still looked like it was occupied by a high school girl. High school pennants, pom poms, and pictures of pop stars hung on the walls. A menagerie of stuffed animals covered her bed.
I asked if she was a virgin and, giggling, she said no, that her boyfriend had broken her cherry six months before. I looked at her blonde pussy hair and she giggled again. She stopped with the giggling when I dove for her cunt and started to eat her out. In five minutes she had three orgasms. This bitch was hot!
She thanked me for making her cum, telling me her boyfriend had never done that for her, since he couldn’t last five minutes before he came. I was sure ready to teach this young hottie a lesson or two about fucking!
She returned the favor, taking my fat cock into her mouth. She licked and kissed it, running her tongue down its length to my balls. Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to swallow my length, not quite able to get it all down her throat. All the while she rubbed my balls, trying to tickle the sperm out of them. She was not disappointed when I blew a huge wad between her lips. Ropes of semen dripped out of her mouth and onto her chin.
We smoked a couple of cigarettes there on her bed, naked and loving the afterglow of our coupling. When my cock sprang back to life, she begged me to fuck her.
“I’m usually too dry even for Brian’s little cock, so can you please use some lube?” She asked. I nodded and she reached for a tube of KY that was under the bed. I took it and squirted some on my penis and rubbed it on, getting it very slick. I then rubbed my fingers in her pussy.
Sinking my dick into Kelly was one of the great experiences of my life. Here was a young girl, begging me to fuck her with the added thrill of cheating on my wife. I pounded away at her like I was a 16 year-old virgin getting his first piece of ass. I looked down to see my nine-inch cock spreading those tiny pussy lips, obscenely stretching them like they had never been stretched before. I saw our pubic hairs mingling, felt her muscles clenching at my invading pole of flesh. I was going for the fuck of my life, and hers, and I wanted it to last as long as possible.
I slowed down the pace, finally leaving my cock in her. I bent down to kiss her and she met me, hungrily. I rubbed her little tittles and pulled on her nipples, getting them hard and hear to moan. I reached between and got my fingers wet and rubbed them on her asshole. Meeting no resistance, I worked one then another finger up her ass.
It was great feeling my cock with my fingers inside her and, by the way Kelly bucked against me she was having a good time too. She screamed that she was cumming and, feeling myself not far behind her, I asked if she was on birth control. She said no, but I couldn’t help myself. I emptied my balls into her quivering pussy, losing count of the number of shots of semen I put in her.
I rolled over, pulling myself from her. A huge glob of my essence dripped out onto the bedspread. This had been a monumental fuck, with the added thrill that I might have knocked up a pretty young girl.
She kissed me hard and thanked me for the fantastic lay. We agreed that, even though she had a boyfriend and I had a wife, we would continue to get together. We had many more adventures, which I will share in the future. Thanks for letting me share this erotic adventure!

It was a surprise when the house across the street posted a FOR SALE sign. I was shocked when a SOLD tag was added the next day. I knew the real estate market was hot, but this was ridiculous.
In the middle of consuming left-over meatloaf, my wife interrupted. “Harvey, did you see the house across the street sold?”
“Un-uh.” A lesson learned from years of marriage - acknowledge nothing in the affirmative.
“Don’t you notice anything? You never said a word when I got my hair tinted.”
“I thought that was the whole point. Supposed to look natural, right? Besides, it’s dark by the time I get home.”
She shook her head. “The Klymonns are moving back.”
This was a real surprise. Bert and Maddie Klymonn and their two kids had moved out about a decade ago. Bert had a big promotion party to celebrate the occasion. Invited the whole block to his backyard, and not just for hot dogs and burgers. Shrimp, steaks, the works. I got sloshed on imported beer that night.
“Oh yeah?” This revelation deserved a more substantial reply.
“By the way, have you sent back the form for High Holy Day tickets?”
Oh yeah, I’d forgotten. Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kipper were coming up in a couple of weeks. I should have known - it was almost time to replace the screens with glass on the front and back doors. I hope that by now, through my vocabulary and references, you knew I am. Jewish, that is.
“I thought you took care of that.” Harriett scowled and dug deep into her dry slice of baked meat.
# # #
About a week passed before the moving truck arrived, followed closely by a station wagon. No, not a minivan. And not a late model either. Grey smoke that matched the numerous rust spots on the body streamed from the tailpipe.
Bert and Maddie got out first. They looked the same, standing in the front yard of their old house. Maybe you can go home again. Jake and Janie came out the same door, in the middle of a wresting match. They’d grown up, both of them. Jake was tall, maybe a couple of inches taller than my six feet. His shoulders looked broad, like he’d been working out. Janie’s growing up was as significant and completely feminine. Instead of the scrawny little girl, she was a nicely rounded young lady with curvy hips and a chest. She wore a sweatshirt, red and blue plaid skirt and blue knee socks. A very provocative combination, if I do say so myself. Let’s see. If my math is right, she’d be just about . . . oh shit! Eighteen. I decided then and there I’d keep my distance. Bert was a good friend. At least, used to be. I wanted to resume that friendship. No sexy daughter approaching the age of consent was going to screw that up, I mean, mess that up.
Harriett entered the living room, catching me peeking through the drapes. “I made a casserole and a bundt,” she said.
“And I thought you liked them.”
Harriet put her hands on her hips. “You take the cake.”
“I do, don’t I?” I tossed back a smile and a raised eyebrow.
“I mean, you, take the cake. It’s in the dining room. I’ll get the casserole from the fridge.”
The cake had an excess of white sugar frosting, perhaps to drown out the taste.
“Janie’s back!” Anna flew down the stairs blind, pulling a sweater over her head. It hung up on her chest momentarily, then completed its trip down past her waist.
“Hey, isn’t that mine?” One of my favorites, too.
“I’m only borrowing it. Besides, it smells like you.” She raised an arm and sniffed the wool, winked, then bolted through the front door.
I threw on an old jacket and went across the street. Maddie stopped giving the movers directions, came over and gave me a big hug. That was expected. Maddie was always openly demonstrative. Bert crashed through the front screen door, leaped down the four concrete steps and gave me a bearhug.
“It’s good to see you, Harv.”
I stood there, arms pinned to my sides. When he stopped wiggling me back and forth, I got my first good look at his face. Were those tears in his eyes?
“Good to have you back in the neighborhood.” I stifled the ‘how come’ question until later.
“Right.” He wiped his face off on a corduroy sleeve. “How’s Anna?”
Tight as ever. No, no, banish those thoughts. “Fine. I’ve only got one.”
Bert continued. “You’ve got to see the kids. They’ve really grown. Jake! Janie! Get out here!”
Jake came around from the back, hands stuffed deep into the back pockets of his jeans.
“Hey, Mr. M.”
“Welcome back, Jake. You playing ball?”
Bert scowled. “Not like it hasn’t come up. He’s built for it.”
“Nah. Sports suck.” He scratched his head, mussing an already unkempt mop. “You got time later to talk tech?” Jake had been a typical nerd when he was younger. At least that hadn’t changed.
“Sure, any time.”
He backed and sided away, up the stairs into his new but old house.
“Great kid. I just wish he’d be a bit more physical.” Bert swiveled his head. “Janie! Where is that girl?”
“Coming Dad.” The voice came from an open second floor window. Moments later, Janie and Anna skipped out the front door.
Bert’s eyes scanned Anna up and down. “Well, you’ve become quite a young lady.”
Anna smiled and pivoted on one foot, hands behind her back.
Maddie came back out. “Where have you been? You know we need your help getting organized.”
“Sorry. Just that we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” Anna’s eyes twinkled and she smiled in my direction.
“Hi, Mr. M.” Janie stood erect, chest thrust forward. I wasn’t doing a bad job of getting erect myself. She lurched forward, her arms encircling my neck. The cake almost did a header onto the cement. “Nice to see you. It’s been too long.” She pressed her body against mine. There was no way to lean back and prevent her from detecting my hard-on, else we both fall down. The thought of her landing on top of me made me even firmer.
“Nice to, uh, see you too.”
“I’ll take that, Harvey.” Maddie rescued the cake from my unsteady grasp. “And let go of him, Jane. He’s not a piece of gymnastic equipment. You’ve got work to do, young lady.”
“I’ll help.” Anna yanked Janie up the stairs and through the front door.
All the while, Janie was looking back at me. I offered to help Bert and Maddie with unpacking. They refused our help as well as Harriet’s offer of a home cooked meal, so we left them to their chores.
# # #
Anna called from across the street, asking if Janie could sleep over.
Before I could offer my opinion, Harriett answered the question. “Jane just got back. There’ll be plenty of time for sleepovers. It doesn’t have to happen on her first night back.”
I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Come home now and give the Klymonn’s some privacy.”
# # #
I crept past Anna’s bedroom in a t-shirt and plaid flannel sleeping pants. Harriett keeps the thermostat and the refrigerator at the same settings.
The plaintive voice called out, “Daddy?”
I clutched the frame and stuck my head into her room. “What’s up, sweetheart?”
“Why didn’t you want Janie to sleep over?”
I gulped hard. “I didn’t say a word. Your mother said no.”
“But you didn’t stick up for me. Come here.”
I crept into her room and sat on the edge of her bed.
“Were you afraid?” She sat up and pulled her nightgown tight against her breasts.
I squirmed, an erection forming. “No, of course not. Why should I?”
Her voice was full volume. “It’s just that, maybe you thought Janie would be interested in doing it with you.”
“Shhhh. Your mother will hear.”
“Well, is that it?”
“Bert is one of my best friends.”
“Don’t worry.” She scooted closer. “Janie doesn’t need a lesson from you. She told me she’s been fooling around with somebody.”
“Whooooo. That’s a relief.” The topic caused my erection to grow. “Did she say who?”
“Aren’t you the nosey one? Yes, but she swore me to secrecy.” She made an X on her left breast, then squeezed it. “She said they were getting closer to like doing it, pretty soon now. So far, they’ve been kissing -” She leaned over, putting a hand on my knee to steady herself and brought her lips to mine. Her tongue toyed with my lips, then parted them.. “and touching -” She placed my right hand on her breast and snaked her hand inside the fly of my sleeping pants. “and getting each other really worked up.” Her hand began to stroke me vigorously.
“Stop that!” I noticed I was fondling her breast and dropped my hand. She put it back, this time slipping it in the gap between two buttons. Her flesh was hot against my cool hand. Instinct forced me to rub my fingers against her nipple.
“Ooooh, that’s nice,” she whispered, head close to mine.
The penis massage felt too good. My hand was kneading her tit. I must have made some kind of grunt.
Harriett’s voice carried down the hallway. “Harvey? Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“You want to cum, don’t you?” Anna pulled my cock from my pants and planted her mouth over the head.
“I’m - just - chatting - with - Anna. I’ll - be - right - there.”
Anna pumped and slurped with abandon. I thrust my hips slightly off the bed. Too far and Anna would choke or gag. Then Harriett would get out of bed to investigate the commotion for herself. I pulled at Anna’s nipple. She responded by caressing my balls. That was all it took. After several spurts, she licked the tip of my dick clean without spilling a drop, then dramatically threw her head back and swallowed.
“Here.” She wrapped a tissue from her nightstand around my erection and folded over the excess to cover the head. “G’nite Daddy. Sleep well.”
With a major orgasm and the threat of an intimate encounter with Janie removed, I slept like a baby.
# # #
The phone woke me from deep sleep. I remembered dreaming about driving a Porsche through a tunnel. Harriett came into the bedroom.
“It was Maddie. Her mother is in a bad way. I don’t want her making the trip to Florida alone. Is that okay?”
So Harriet would be out of town for a few days? “Fine with me.” More father daughter time? “But what about all of your volunteer work?” Harriett didn’t make a cent from all of the organizations she worked for.
“Friendship comes first. They’ll have to make due without. Maddie needs me.” She already had a suitcase from the basement crawlspace. “We’re leaving this afternoon.”
“Okay. We’ll be fine.”
I found my daily planner. Nothing would prevent me from working half a day and making a home-cooked meal for a change. Eating out would take a toll on the budget.
# # #
I watched from the living room window as Anna, Janie and Jake walked up the block. Jake was running around the two girls, jumping and pushing his sister. Shouldn’t he be acting more grown up, since he’s older than her? In front of our house, he gave her a shove, then ran across the street to their house. Janie flew backwards and landed on the leaf-strewn brown grass. Her short skirt sat high on her thighs, shapely legs far enough apart to expose blue panties that matched her socks. I got excited at the thought of touching that skin, or even climbing between those legs. No! Out of the question! What was I thinking? This is my friend’s daughter, for cripes sake.
Bert barreled down the street, dark smoke burping from the station wagon’s exhaust. His tires squealed as he swerved up his driveway, the car vibrating from the sudden stop. He caught Jake by the arm and summoned Janie with a wave of his arm. Jake smiled but Janie’s head drooped. Then Bert ran across the street, ignoring the possibility of traffic, straight up my walk. I went to the door.
“Boy, I’m glad you’re home.” Bert leaned over, hands on his knees. His breathing was heavy.
“What’s the matter?”
He raised his head. “My damn manager gave me an out-of-town sales call. I’ve got to leave right away. With Maddie gone, I don’t know what to do about the kids.”
I had mixed feelings about babysitting his two plus mine. “Have you left them alone before?”
“Yeah, for a weekend last year, when we attended the company’s annual award’s banquet.” He’d caught his breath but his face got redder. “Can you keep an eye out? I don’t think they’ll be any trouble, but just in case?”
“Sure, pal. I’ll be here.”
“Thanks. I owe you.”
Anna, who had been dawdling outside, came in.
“Hello, Mr. Klymonn. Hi, Daddy.” She wiggled up the stairs. Bert’s eyes followed every movement of her hips.
“They sure grow up fast,” he said.
“Yeah, too fast.”
“You’ve got your hands full with Anna. The boys are probably knocking the door down, right?” He nudged me with an elbow. What did that mean?
Two can play that game. “Jane’s attractive too.” An opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. “Is she dating?”
“Not that I can tell. No one comes calling. Listen, I’ve gotta go. Thanks again.”
# # #
It was time to call Anna for dinner. She’d kept her distance all afternoon. With us alone in the house, I anticipated she’d be all over me. Just as she came into the kitchen, the doorbell rang.
“That’s just great! Dinner is just about ready. I’ll get it,” I said.
I opened the door. Janie stood there, eyes narrow.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure. Something wrong?”
She looked over her shoulder. “Jake invited some friends over, and I don’t feel safe with all those boys in the house. Can I stay here?” A small tote bag hung from her shoulder.
I looked past her. No cars in their driveway.
“Sure.” What do I have to worry about? She’s got somebody to mess around with. “Want something to eat?”
“Janie!” Anna pulled her into the foyer. “Oh, you’re sleeping over?” She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. “Thank you, Daddy.” I got a wet kiss on the lips. Janie turned red. “We’re sitting down to eat. I’ll set another place.”
Janie removed and handed me her jacket. A shapeless sweater covered her top, standard issue teen blue jeans molded to a round ass. All through dinner, Janie looked at Anna, then me, then back to Anna. Something was on her mind, but she kept it to herself.
“How about some dessert? Mom made us a cake too.” Anna leaped from her chair and ran into the kitchen.
“Jake ate the one your wife brought us. In one sitting!”
Anna brought out an identical cake. At least, it looked the same to me.
“Oh, vanilla!” Anna grabbed my hand and dragged one finger through the sugar coating. Then she brought that finger to Janie’s lips. “Taste it!” Janie gave Anna a puzzled look but sucked it clean. More than clean. Her mouth was a black hole. I had to rip my finger free. Her face turned red, and Anna giggled.
They cut pieces for themselves, then ran upstairs. The two girls huddled in Anna’s room while I vegged out with the new fall season. I might have dug out one of my old VHS porno tapes if it was just Anna and me, but that was inappropriate with a visitor. An attractive female who I needed to keep my hands off. I prepared for bed early, to avoid the girls.
“Good night,” I hollered through their closed door.
“‘Nite Dad.”
“Goodnight, Mr. M.”
Just the sound of Janie’s voice sent me to my bedroom with a partial erection. I locked my door and curled up, with horny thoughts of Anna’s friends floating through my mind.
A shriek startled me from the warmth of my bed into the hall. The bathroom was the only one with a light. Anna stood there giggling in her flannel pajamas, hand to her mouth, with an empty cup in her hand. Janie held a full-length wet cotton nightgown away from her body.
“Anna! Is that any way to treat a guest?”
“Sorry.” The giggles continued.
“I can’t sleep in this.” The damp material floated in front of Janie’s body like a veil.
I struggled not to leer. “Give her something to wear, and quit the horseplay.”
“Okay.”
Janie’s voice quivered. “Thank you.”
I returned to my room. The parade of Anna’s friends was replaced by an image of Janie in her wet nightgown, the material plastered against imagined contours. Neck expanding to breasts, constricting to waist, then flaring to hips, small rounded belly above -.
“Mr. M?” A backlit head appeared.
Shit, I forgot to lock the door. “Yes?” I pulled the covers up to my neck. “Did Anna give you something to wear?” Oh please, please, please have some clothes on.
“Uh huh. Got a minute?”
I sat up. “Sure.” I fumbled for the switch on the table lamp.
“Could you leave it off?” Now she was in full silhouette. The curves of my imagination stood before me. Anna must have given Janie tighter clothes than her dressing gown.
“Annie says she can talk to you about anything.”
My penis throbbed at the memory of some of our conversations. “That’s right.” I leaned forward to see her better. She threw her arms up and folded them over her chest.
“Come in and sit down. Where’s Anna?”
“She’s sound asleep. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about what Annie said.”
“And what did she say?” That we’ve fucked? That I’ve deflowered most of her girlfriends?
“That you’ve had father - daughter talks.”
“That’s true.” And so much more.
“Things are so different here.”
“It’s been almost ten years. Things change.” Like your physique.
“Yeah, I know. But I feel so out of it. I mean, like the things the other girls talk about. Sheesh.”
“Like what?”
“Stuff they’ve tried. You know.”
I wanted her to say it. “What? Drugs?”
“No, nothing like that!”
“You need to be more specific.” And more explicit.
“Sexual stuff. Anna says she talks to you about it all the time.”
And acts on it, too. “We’ve had those discussions.”
“Well, see, I’ve got this problem.” Her voice was hesitant, uneven. “Shit. This was a mistake. Sorry to bother you.” She turned, exposing the gentle curved profile of her breasts.
“Wait a second. I promised your dad I’d watch out for you and Jake. Something is obviously troubling you, or you wouldn’t have come to me, right?”
The silhouette nodded.
“So, sit down and tell me about it, okay? Give the door a shove so we don’t wake Anna.”
Janie released one arm to shut the door, which remained open a crack. We were alone in the dark. I felt the bed sag. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness.
“It’s like, the other girls talk about sex like all the time. Most of them say they’ve done it.”
Yes, many of them with me. “So you feel inexperienced in comparison? You must be dating, right? What about the things you do with your boyfriend?”
“Daddy doesn’t let me date. Still, I have messed around.”
That left the question of “who” still open. I could make out her body, on the extreme corner of the bed. I stayed silent.
“Not going all the way, mind you.” The bed jiggled as she changed position. “Just kissing and touching.”
“Ah yes, making out. Perfectly natural.”
I felt the bed move again. “I thought so too, until today.”
“Uh-huh.” My erection was steel. Hearing Janie’s story was torture.
“We were getting undressed. I mean, completely naked.”
“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”
“Mr. M! I came in here to discuss my problem, not to mess around.”
I reached for the shadow and got her bare knee. “No, no, I didn’t mean -” But I did. My hand stayed there, despite all of my attempts to pull it back. “I meant, that’s what you were doing with, who was it?”
“Never mind who. Yeah, I guess it was like show and tell. Or maybe show and touch.” She moved her leg slightly closer. “Up to now, we’d just felt each other up with our clothes on.”
My fingers danced on her kneecap. “So what happened today?”
“Everything was fine when we took our jeans off. We were both in our undies. He took off his t-shirt. Then Ja-, uh, then he says I’ve to take off my bra, to make things even.”
Jake! Janie’s been messing with her brother. Who am I to complain about incest? At least it’s not her dad. Like I should talk.
“Did you take it off like he asked?”
“Sure. It was a mutual thing, you know. But when I undid my bra, he bust out laughing.”
I saw nothing funny about Janie’s breasts. Then again, I hadn’t seen them in their bare glory. “Is there something wrong with your tits?”

As I ended the first chapter of my love story, my Stepdaughter Dawn and I were returning from loading a Ryder truck with her possessions. We were to spend the night at home, then continue on to her new place in the morning. We had stopped on the way and enjoyed committing acts of sin by Dawn seducing her willing Daddy. No regrets.
We were 20 minutes from home when I asked Dawn to masturbate me before we get there.
“Are you hard again, Daddy? A guy your age should of been done after one orgasm. You’ve had two, now you want to try for three! What could be turning you on?”
“Quit you babbling, Sweetheart. You know damn well what’s got it so hard, now relieve it; please?
“Since you said, please, I’d love to. Any special requests?”
“Yes. Stick one of your nylons over my cock and jack me off with it. ”
As Dawn unsnapped and lowered the zipper to my pants, she asked me to lift my ass a little. When I did, she lowered them. Then she added, “Only if I get to drink your cum when the time comes. ”
“When the time comes, it’s all yours, Honey. ”
Dawn got out one of her stockings and put my now throbbing dick inside. She wrapped her fingers around it and proceeded to slide them up and down my shaft. I’ve always wanted to have my cock played with as I drove. Dawn was making it happen.
Dawn’s free hand played with my balls and teased my ass. This girl knew what excited and pleased me and would do it. The feel of her fingers, combined with the nylon, soon had my cock spewing cum into her stocking. Dawn held the nylon tight against the head of my cock so my cum would squeeze through and she could suck and lick it up. Dawn milked all the cum from my now softening cock, removed the nylon and licked me clean. Then she put the moist part of the stocking to my mouth, so I could smell and taste myself. When we were done, she helped me get my pants back up and snapped.
“Oh… Dawn, you’ve given me so much pleasure today. You’ve fulfilled so many of my fantasies. Thank you, Sweetheart!”
“No. Daddy, it’s the other way around. I should Thank you! I was nervous and scared with what I planned today, but I knew deep down that if I couldn’t seduce you, you wouldn’t hold it against me. You would forgive and forget and that’s what gave me the courage to try and I’m so grateful I did. You’ve given me much pleasure today too, Daddy. I won’t forget it. ”
It was around 11 P. M. when we got home and Jeanie was waiting up for us. Everything went well and I knew then, that if I continued my affair with Dawn, that I would be able to handle it.
I loved Jeanie and our life would not change. I would make love to her like always. I would not cheat her.
It was Thursday morning now and as Dawn and I were getting ready to leave, Mom fixed us breakfast. She couldn’t come with us. She had training she had to attend for her job. I was disappointed, but only a little. It now meant I would spend the first few nights alone with Dawn in her new apartment. I felt like a horny teenager, instead of a 48 year old. My hormone and testosterone levels were sky high.
I was in the shower when I heard the door open. I just assumed it was my wife getting something. When I got out and dried off, I noticed a note on my clean clothes. It was from Dawn.
“Daddy, I felt a little guilty around Mom, but seeing how you handled it, I knew I could too. I know you love Mom and things between you and her will be alright. I’m sad Mom can’t come, but I’m so thrilled and excited that you and I will have time alone. Don’t forget that next time we do it, I get to fuck your sweet ass, Daddy. See you soon. Love, Dawn P. S. I left you something in your pants pocket. ”
I looked in the pocket and found the red pair of panties that Dawn wore yesterday. There was a fresh load of cum in them, that I quickly and hungrily sucked up. Dawn must of been super horny this morning. When I was done, I put them on to wear.
As I walked into the kitchen, I winked at Dawn and mouthed a “thankyou. ” She smiled back, licking her lips.
We ate breakfast, all of us chatting, like a normal family. I did the dishes as Mom and Dawn talked. When I was done it was time to go. Mom had to leave for work also.
“Have a safe trip, Honey and call me when you get there. ” We hugged and exchanged our, I love you’s. “Let me know when your coming home, but don’t hurry. Enjoy yourself. ”
“I’ll try, Honey, but you know how Dawn is. She’ll have me doing all kinds of things, “I said smiling.
Dawn slapped me on the back as I said that. “Oh, Daddy, you know I’m not that bad. You’ll only have to do things to help me get settled and comfortable in my new place. ”
Mom was laughing, telling us not to fight now and behave.
We promised her we would.
I got into the truck and headed out. Dawn soon followed in her car. We stopped at the station to fill the tanks and pickup some snacks. It would be a 51/2 hour drive to her new place.
Before we left the station, Dawn asked me if I enjoyed the juice she served me before breakfast.
“So much so, Sweetheart that I have them on. ”
“Your a dirty old man, Daddy, but I love it. If you can’t make it all the way, find a place to pull over and we’ll see what I can do about it. ”
“No way, Honey! I’ll make it. No relief until we get you unpacked and your place is in some type of order. You told me in your note that you were fucking my ass next and I want to be as horny as I can for that experience.. I’ve read Transsexual stories telling how fantastic it felt to have the stiff hard cock of a shemale fucking and cuming up someone’s ass. I hope so, cause I’m so looking forward to it. ”
“Oh… Daddy, take my word for it. It did feel fantastic yesterday. I will fuck your ass good for you, Daddy and when I fill it with my hot seed, I guarantee, you will have an orgasm too. You’ll have a long ride to think about that, Daddy and something exciting to look forward to. Drive safe and no speeding now, we will have lots of time together. I promise. ”
The drive was going faster then I thought it would. One time, when we were still on the Interstate, Dawn pulled up along side my truck. As I looked over at her, she rolled her window down. What I saw was my sexy Stepdaughter with her shorts down playing with her beautiful hard cock. She smiled, blew me a kiss then fell back behind the truck. That was enough inspiration for me to get through the rest of the trip.
As we got to Dawn’s new town, she took the lead and soon we were pulling up to her apartment building. It was 2 P. M. After she opened the door, she went for burgers and fries while I started unloading. I met a couple who lived next door and they offered to help. I graciously accepted. By the time Dawn returned we were nearly done with the truck. We finished before we took time to eat. I offered to share our food with our helpers, but they declined. They had dinner plans, but they did take a raincheck.
Finished with my snack, I started in the bedroom by putting the bed frame together. Soon everything was in order, except for the stuff in boxes. Next I tackled the living room where I put together Dawn’s new entertainment center. I connected up all the components and tested them. They worked! All that remained was to empty boxes and put stuff in the right place and hang a few pictures.
Dawn was in the kitchen putting some things in an upper cabinet. I swooped up behind her and quickly encircled my arms around her. My hands moved down to her crotch where I enticed some growing by caressing her. My lips were busy kissing her neck. Soon one hand found it’s way under her shirt and started massaging her bare breasts. Dawn leaned back into me and began moaning her approvable of my tempted seduction. When I tried to get her shorts off, she quickly came to her senses and pulled away.
“Oh no you don’t, ” she said. “You don’t get to play till all the work is done. Now let’s finish up. ”
It was about 7:30 when that was accomplished. Next we went shopping for food, drink and necessities. Back and everything put away by 9:00.
“I’m going to shower now, Daddy. ”
It didn’t take Dawn long and as I going in, Dawn asked me to wear the gift she had gotten for me. It was in the green bag. It wasn’t long before I was done showering and shaving and went to see what was in the bag. What I found was a sheer black thong. I put it on. There wasn’t much to it, but it did feel and look good.
“Here I come, ready or not, ” and when I opened the door, Dawn was standing in the living room about six feet away. Once again I was taken in by my Stepdaughters beauty.
“Oh Wow!” was all I could manage. She was standing there in blue stockings with matching garter. She also had on a blue baby doll nightie that barely covered her dick, which was hard and showing through. Her lips were bright red and she wore heavier makeup. I thought to myself, “Dave your one lucky son-of-a-bitch!”
Dawn burst my thought yelling, “get the fuck over here, Daddy and get on your knees and suck your little girl’s dick. ”
It was vulgar, but I loved it. The sights and sounds of Dawn excited me and I was quick to obey.
I quickly knelt before Dawn, lifted her nightie a little and started licking her beautiful piece of meat. My tongue was everywhere. I licked and sucked her testicles. I licked up and down and all around her shaft. I paid special attention to her sensitive head, licking and kissing every millimeter of it. When her cock started to ooze out some pre-cum, I was quick to lap it up. My hands were caressing her legs, when suddenly Dawn ordered, “That’s quite enough prick teasing, Daddy, now suck it. ”
I immediately cupped her ass with my hands and as I pulled her to me, my mouth opened to inhale her gorgeous cock. As I clamped my mouth upon her hardness, she started to fuck my mouth, as I sucked upon it deeply. “Oh… that’s it, Daddy, now your making your little slut feel good. ” After a few more minutes of this Dawn screamed, “get that virgin ass of yours into the bedroom, Daddy. Your little slut wants to fuck it now. ”
I sat on the edge of the bed, laid back and lifted my legs exposing my virgin ass. Dawn took my hands and squirted some jell in each. Ready your ass and lube my cock, Daddy, I need to fuck you. ”
When I finished, Dawn slid her erection to the entrance of my ass and plunged in. The pain was searing and a few moans escaped my mouth.
“Quit whining, Daddy and take your fucking like a man. ”
As Dawn’s tool did it’s magic, I soon relaxed and started enjoying my ass fucking. I yelled back at her, “Come on, Honey, fuck my ass. Fuck, Daddy good.
My little girl was fucking me good now. Her balls were slapping against my ass as she pounded her meat in and out of my now well lubricated ass. It was turning into everything I hoped it would be.
“Play with your cock for me, Daddy. I want to watch you jack off, while I fuck you. I want to watch your cum spurt out and spew all over your belly. Do it, Daddy, beat your meat. Jack off for your girl. ”
I grabbed my cock and beat it fiercely. The sight of me jacking off, while I watched my little girl fuck my ass, was too much and I soon yelled, “I’m cumming, Sweetheart! Oh… fuck I’m cumming! Watch Daddy cum for you. ” I continued whacking my cock, my cum flying everywhere. With my free hand I scooped up some of my seed and fed it to her. That combined with all the moaning and cum spurting, Dawn’s cock couldn’t take it any longer. “Oh… fuck, Daddy, Oh… it’s my turn. My turn to cum. ” Dawn drove her cock deep into my ass as she deposited her seed.
“That’s it, Sweetie, Fuck my ass, fill me up with your hot cum. Oh… baby, Daddy wants it. Give it all to me baby. ” I could feel her hot cum spurt into my ass. It was a very erotic moment for me. One I knew I wanted more of. I knew I was hooked on Transsexual sex, just like I thought I would be, if I ever experienced it.
Dawn continued fucking me. Her cock never went soft.
“Oh… Daddy, I’ve never been so fucken turned on like this before. My cock just filled your ass up and pretty fucken soon it’s going to erupt again. Play with my titties, Daddy!”
I reached up and started caressing her nipples through her nightie. As I was pinching and tweaking them, Dawn was moaning. I stayed with her titties, till I sensed a change in her pounding cock. I reached down grabbing and fondling her testicles. That’s all it took. “Oh… fuck… I’m cumming… Daddy. I cumming…
“Pull out, Honey. Daddy will finish you off with his hand. I want you to shoot your cum into my mouth and on my face. ”
Dawn did as I asked. She pulled her ready to explode cock out, swung around so she was near my face. I grabbed her swollen, red, pulsing cock and worked my hand up and down it. She screamed as cum blew out of her cock hole. Some made it into my mouth, but most covered my face. I used my tongue to lick up what I could.
Dawn was screaming and moaning. Her body was twitching. She was having one hell of an orgasm.
I played with her till she started to soften. Then I pulled her on top of me and hugged and kissed her. Her cock was lying next to mine. I never thought in my wildest dreams that anything like this would ever be, but it is and I’m loving it..
“Did you like that, Daddy?”
“You bet I did! It was everything I hoped it would be and more, Sweetheart. I’ve never experienced so much pain turn to pure pleasure, so fast. You can fuck your Daddies ass anytime you want. ”
“Oh, Daddy, I knew you would love it as soon as I felt you in my ass. ”
“When I was up your ass, Honey, it was so tight. I’ve never fucked a pussy that could clamp down on my cock like that. ”
“I know, Daddy and because a ass is so tight, you can really feel your cum as it travels up inside your tube, just before it spurts out of your cock. ”
“Speaking of cum, let’s get you cleaned up, so I can get my lips on you again. ”
We went into the bathroom and I soaped up her cock good. I scrubbed it with my fingers, then rinsed it off and dried it. We went into the living room and cuddled up on the sofa. Within minutes my loving girl was out. It’s been a very physical and emotional day. I picked her up and put her to bed. I removed her garter, then peeled her nylons down. Dawn never woke up. I laid down beside her, my arm around her, my hand palming her breasts and fell asleep.
I woke up first. It was about 7:45. I looked over at my Stepdaughter and she still looked as sexy as she did last night. I decided to see how long it would take her to wake up with me sucking her cock. I removed the covers and slowly moved into position to take her into my mouth.
I started by kissing it through her nightie. Then I pulled the nightie up with my teeth before I brought my mouth to her flaccid penis. I took her into my mouth, sucking slowly, as my tongue teased it to start growing. The more I played with it, the more it grew. Dawn still slept, but she did begin to stir. I concentrated on her cockhead. I licked and sucked the sensitive head, even to the point of trying to insert my tongue into her cockhole. Her pre-cum was flowing now and when I tasted it, it excited me to wrap my fingers around her full cock and pump her, as I sucked the head.
Dawn was coming out of her sleep now and was starting to moan loudly. “What the fuck you doing, Daddy. Oh… fuck yea, what a way to wake up. ”
I took my mouth away from her cock, but I continued my masturbation of her hardon. “I enjoyed my breakfast juice so much yesterday, Sweetheart, that I decided to get some straight from the fruit today. ” Then I took her back into my hungry mouth.
“Get ready, Daddy, the fruit is ready to give up it’s nectar. ” She put her hands on the back of my head as she lifted her ass off the bed and shoved her meat deep into my thirsty mouth. “Oh….. Oh….. , Drink it, Daddy, Oh….. , drink your daughters hot seed. Oh….. fuck, Daddy, Oh… it feels so… goood” Her cock was spraying cum deep down my throat as I fought to keep up with it. I was getting better. I didn’t let any of her warm, salty nectar escape.
I sucked her till her cock was as I found it, flaccid.
I slid up and kissed her, Goodmorning. “I woke up today, Sweetheart, still groggy and thought the happenings of the last two days was a erotic dream. As I came more awake, I turned and saw you lying there. I knew then that all the pleasure I had felt was real. Having that feeling of all that pleasure, I wanted to share it with you. That’s why I woke you the way I did and I will promise, that I will wake you up many more times that way. ”
“I hope so, Daddy. At first it feels like a wet dream, then as the pleasure builds, you start to come out of it. It is very arousing to wake up having your sex organ sucked. That was this nicest, most unselfish thing anyone has done for me. Thankyou, Daddy. ”
I gave her one last kiss, then got up to shower.
Dawn pulled me back down. “I got something to tell you, Daddy. ”
“Nothing bad I hope, ” I said.
” I hope not, Daddy. The night we got home, after you and Mom went to bed, I called Anna. ”
“You didn’t tell her about us and what we did, did you?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, but Anna knew I was going to try and seduce you and when she asked, I had to tell her. Were very close, Daddy, I couldn’t keep anything this good from her. ”
“You told her everything Dawn?”
“I told her everything, Daddy. She got very excited. I knew she was fingering herself Daddy, as I told her the sordid details. I told you earlier she finds you attractive. By the time I finished, I knew she had cum. She is a good fuck, Daddy. Her pussy is still young and tight and she has a willing ass. She’s not much at sucking cock yet, but I’ve been working with her. I know you would enjoy fucking her, Daddy, just as I know she would do anything, to have you do her. ”
As Dawn was talking, I was unaware that I was playing with my cock. It wasn’t till I was about to cum that I came out of my trance.
“Oh, Daddy, look at you playing with yourself. Your got excited when I was talking about Anna, didn’t you. Let me finish jacking you off, Daddy. ”
I released my grip and Dawn took over. She continued to talk about her sister. “Anna would love to have you fuck her pussy, Daddy. Just think, she’s only 20, Daddy. Think how good it would feel to fuck such a young cunt. ”
I was getting ready to explode. ”
“She’s hairless too, Daddy. Imagine licking her pussy and sucking her clit while she wiggles in pleasure. Then you raise up and she guides you to her opening. You part her pink, wet pussy lips as you slide that hard prick of yours into your youngest daughter. ”
That’s all I could take and I started to cum. “Oh… Fuck you, Dawn! Fuck you and your hot fiction. Oh it sounded so real, so exciting, if only. ”
I continued to moan as Dawn took my spurting cock into her mouth and commenced to swallow my cum. A little escaped, but her tongue quickly recaptured it. When my cock was soft, I laid back, spent.
Dawn pressed her lips to mine and gave me a wet kiss. “It’s not fiction, Daddy. What time is it?”
“It’s about 10:15. Why?”
Anna left home about 8 this morning. She will be here around 12:30. You better get some more sleep, Daddy. Your going to need it.

While I was working my way through college, I got a job at this dirty little bar. It was a real toilet. Every night, the same people passed out on the same stools. Underage college kids tried to sneak beer, and pinch the waitresses’ asses. Most of them didn’t care as long as the tips were good. Hell, half of them hustled on the side anyway.
But there were three good things about this bar: the drinks were free for the staff, the tips were unbelievable, and Whitney was the other bartender. God she was hot. Our uniform was blue jeans and a white t-shirt. She was very talented at filling out both. When I first got there I made my pass, like every one else. I also got shot down like everyone else. I soon forgot my damaged pride when I realized what a good pair we made. I made the drinks and handled any problems; she flirted with the old men to get us better tips. It was perfect! One night working that bar with Whitney, and I would clear more than I had in a month at my other bartending job.
Anyway, I’ve always been real good at what I do. So it wasn’t long before my lush boss gave me the keys to the place. All he wanted to do was sit at home and drink himself blind. I got a raise when I got the keys, but that didn’t matter as much as the fact I would be alone with Whitney when we closed. I wanted her bad, and I meant to have her. It had nothing to do with love. Weeks of working together behind a tiny bar, brushing against each other, innocent little games where we only pretended it was an accident, had led to a very acute awareness of each other’s sexuality. I would make jokes when she wouldn’t wear a bra and her nipples were visible through her shirt. She would slap my butt when I wore my Wrangler jeans. Still there was a wall there. We seemed to both know where the line was, and always stopped short. There was nothing but time.
One night I called Last Call, and locked that heavy green door. It was wide enough for three people to pass through shoulder to shoulder. Last Call was always when Whitney and I had our first drink. When I got back from locking the door, she had them waiting, whiskey on the rocks for me and a buttery nipple for her. The customers that weren’t too drunk to walk came up to get another round, the rest waited for their waitress. At two o’clock I carried the stragglers out and left them on the doorstep. The waitresses went home and I locked the door behind them. It was just Whitney and I, and she had another drink waiting when I got back, as was our ritual. We sat and talked for a few minuets every night, nothing intense, just a bit of gossip about the customers and the staff. After we were done talking, I started flipping chairs, and she wiped down the bar. Everything was going as usual until I remembered I hadn’t cleared out the upstairs yet. There was a couple of pool tables and a jukebox up there, and sometimes customers didn’t hear last call.
by the time I got to the top of the stairs I heard them. I didn’t have to look to know what was going on, but I wanted to see anyway. Except for the shirt he had tied around her head as a blind fold, they were both stark naked on top of the pool table. The sweat of passion and intensity poured off their bodies. They were deaf and blind to everything but each other. It would take a marching band to get their attention. He had her legs over his shoulders, and was pounding her relentlessly. I could already see the stain spreading on the table felt. It was too good to keep to myself. I leaned over the rail and motioned to Whitney to come upstairs quietly. When she saw what I was watching, she almost screamed. There we stood, pressed against the doorframe, watching the most intense sex I had ever seen. It was amazing; they just seemed to go on and on. When I looked down to see Whitney’s reaction her tits were hard, pressing against her shirt. That’s when I got my erection. I didn’t know where to look, Whitney’s breasts, or the girl getting her brains fucked out on the table. The decision was made for me. The man came with this primal scream, his whole body ridged. But she hadn’t come yet. She peeled the shirt/blindfold off her head and stood up on the table.
“Eat me you fucking bastard.” She commanded.
Just like a loyal little dog he obliged. She grabbed his ears and twisted his head into her. As soon as his mouth touched her clitoris she pissed on him. She pissed on him and on herself and all over the table. As much as I was enjoying the show, I still had a job to do. Believe me, I didn’t want to do it.
I don’t think so,” I said in my best badass voice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get dressed!”
The stud thought he was going to cause me a problem, but then he got a good look at me. I’m a big guy, and for reasons that are beyond me, I look tough. So they got dressed and left. I locked the door behind them, wondering if I could leave the mess on the pool table for the morning crew. Wondering if I could, knowing I wouldn’t. That’s when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bar with a bottle of tequila, waiting for me to come back from locking the door. She poured our drinks from the bottle, strong and without ice. As she raised her glass in toast she said, “It’s just tonight. Just this once, and never again. This can’t happen if you don’t understand that. Please tell me you understand.”
I nodded my head slowly, wondering just how far this “one night” was going to go. Just hearing her talk like this caused a bulge in my pants. We drained our glasses, and as I leaned around her to put mine on the bar, she pulled me into her. This was it; this is what I had been waiting for. As soon as our lips touched, she forced her tongue into my mouth. We stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity, as the heat from the drinks and each other warmed us and made reality a little softer around the edges.
I lifted her from the bar and laid her on the dirty floor. She didn’t seem to mind. As we took off clothes, we began the sacred ritual of exploring one another’s bodies. I played her nipples between my tongue and lips. She ran her fingers through the hair on my chest and let out a soft moan. Once again I was struck by how good a pair we made. This thought crossed my mind as I pulled her jeans off her ample hips. She wore no panties and her arousal was obvious. As I bent down to lap at her sex, her smell encompassed me. My world began to become hazy. All I could think about was her taste and her smell. It was all too much for me to handle. It was now or never for me. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body under mine. With one hand she took my dick and guided it into her, with the other she pulled my mouth down to hers. After that it was all too intense for words. She came before me and as her muscles constricted around me, I lost control.
We laid there for a few minuets trying to catch our breath. Her eyes were cloudy and disoriented. Suddenly she seemed to get embarrassed about her nudity. She gathered her clothes and went to the restroom to freshen up and get dressed. As I watched her disappear, I couldn’t help wondering why she walked into the men’s room.
Finally, I got up off the dirty floor, now just a little dirtier from our coupling. I had to slip my jeans on before I sat on the bar stool, because I didn’t want the cracked plastic to cut me. As I poured another drink for myself I realized that “one night” was just an excuse for her, a justification. When she said “one night” she meant “every night, until I’m tired of you.” I finished my drink with a smile, because I knew I would be drinking a lot more tequila in the days to come.

I bet you all thought that it was over huh? Think again, because I have one more story to tell before I let any of the other girls share theirs.
Remember me? I am Simone. A little while back, I told you about how I ended up with a job (if you would call it that) working for Madam Nadia. I think I also told you all about my first night on the “job”, but there is more!
There isn’t much to this tale, but I just have to get it out. At the same time, I hope you enjoy my tale as much as I enjoyed the experience . . .
I had been at the bordello for a couple of months and I was doing pretty good if I do say so myself. I finally got rid of my ‘85 Honda and was driving a newer model. WHAT?! I love Hondas! Anyway . . . Like I was saying, I was doing pretty good . . . kept a little extra money and had my regulars taking care of my needs and desires.
I WAS LOVIN’ IT!!
Every now and then, just for kicks, I would even put on a little show for our guests by singing a song or two before we all journeyed to our quarters. And to top it all off, I was getting extra praise from the Madam. This job was waaaaay better than waiting tables.
I mean, who could ask for a better job?! Great money, room and board, food provided, and sex guaranteed whenever you wanted it. And it was all in the best of taste.
Well, my tale takes place around the Christmas holiday. I racked up from my regulars. A diamond tennis bracelet, a necklace, extra cash and more stuff. But it wasn’t enough. All of the other girls had places to go for the holiday and the bordello was going to be closed for Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I had nowhere to go, so I had asked if I could stay at the bordello for the holiday.
Madam Nadia was hesitant at first. “I don’t know, my dear. I look forward to the peace and quiet. Christmas is the only time that I get it.”
“I’ll be as quiet as a church mouse,” I pleaded with her. “I won’t bother you for anything.”
After she only stared at me silently, I kept begging, but nothing seemed to convince her. Finally I gave up and went to my room to take a nap before our guests for the night had arrived. I had no choice but to come up with some alternative for the holiday.
I thought about calling my cousin, but I figured that he might still be a little sour from me sleeping with his girlfriend. There was no way in hell that I was spending the holiday with mama and her shitty ass husband. That was definitely out!
I figured that I would just try to find a decent hotel room for two nights and pig out chips and cookies as my holiday dinner. Maybe I would even get a turkey sandwich from a nearby gas station. Who knows???
I didn’t look up when I heard my door open. “What?” I said testily, still not looking up.
“Oh sit up and stop being a baby” came the madam’s soft accent.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” I said sitting up. “I didn’t know that it was you.”
She shook her head at me and laughed a little. “I guess that you are mad at the madam, hmm?”
“I have no reason to be upset with you, Madam Nadia,” I told her. “I just don’t have anywhere else to go, but don’t worry. I’ll figure something out by Christmas Eve.”
“I’m not worried,” she said as she took a seat on the edge of my bed. “You know,” she then began, “I, too, know what it’s like to have nowhere to go on the holidays. I’ve learned to appreciate the solitude that I get here in my home though, but I will make you a deal. I will allow you to stay here on the condition that you sing for me on Christmas morning.”
“Is that all?” I said, trying hard to keep the excitement out of my voice. She had no idea of how grateful I was.
Smiled thoughtfully before saying, “For now . . . yes.”
Unable to contain my joy, I bounced across the bed and gave her a big hug. “Thank you. Thank you!”
“Calm down, child! You’ll wrinkle my dress.”
By the time that our “guests” had arrived, my mood had been completely lifted. After to messing around a bit with Cher in her room, I was horny as hell and ready to please the man who was lucky and wealthy enough to have me for the night.
As a small holiday treat, the girls served the men eggnog and sugary confections while I played Christmas jingles on the piano. After our own silly rendition of “We wish You a Merry Christmas”, we journey to our rooms with the gentlemen who chose us.
Much to my pleasure, I had Jerry. He was one of my regulars. He’d been divorced for a couple of months before he started coming to the bordello. His wife had left him for some rich kid from New York. He was drained of all self confidence and thought that he wasn’t a good lover because his wife told him that his dick wasn’t big enough to satisfy her anymore. Well, it took a little work, but the girls and I helped him get back on track. Nothing that a little ginseng and a threesome couldn’t fix. Now he comes to me twice a month for a little love and a little bit of role playing. Sometimes, he even got a little kinky. I was hoping that this would be the case.
He was a cute fella. About 5′9″ with a slight pot belly. He tried to cover his slightly receding hairline by combing his hair to the front, but it never mattered by the time that I was finished with him. He wore wire rimmed glasses that I always made him keep on. I thought that they made him look just adorable, like a little bookworm who liked to get naughty from time to time.
“How has my Jerry been doing?” I asked seductively.
“Jerry’s been a bad boy,” he answered, immediately slipping into character.
“Is that so?” I challenged, cocking an eyebrow while putting my hands on my hips. “Well, I guess Jerry is going to have be punished tonight.”
“Yes ma’am,” he answered more gleefully than a man who was really in trouble.
I pointed to the floor and her immediately fell to his knees before me. I lifted my foot from the floor. He immediately kissed it. “That’s a good boy,” I cooed. “Now it’s time for your punishment. Strip!”
Three hours and one red-assed man later, I was ready to shower and bury myself beneath my sheets. My session with Jerry had been a lot of fun, and now I was actually tired. I allowed him to shower with me, before he got dressed and handed me an envelope. “Merry Christmas, Simone.”
I wasted no time opening the card that held twelve crisp one hundred dollar bills. “And a happy ho-ho to you, Jerry. Thank you, love.” I kissed him on the cheek before softly closing the door behind him. Smiling, I looked around the bedroom. “I’ll get the ropes and things up in the morning,” I mumbled to myself. I climbed into my bed and slid my money under my pillow. I was asleep in record time.
The next morning was the twenty- fourth of December. I awakened early and got my room cleaned and laundry done. I then got dressed for the day. By the time I was done, most of the girls had already left for their various trips. I had to make a trip to the mall. I really didn’t want to deal with the last minute crowd, but I felt like I had to show the madam that I appreciated her letting me stay for the holiday. And, NO . . . I was not being some kiss-ass by getting her a gift!
After a ton of pondering, I came up with the perfect gift. After standing in line for over an hour, I finally was able to make my purchase and get the hell out of the crowded mall. “Damn last-minuters!” I fussed as a car waited for me to pull out of my parking space. Just to be a bitch, I took my time and checked my make up before pulling out.
I stopped at the video store and rented a couple of romance and action flicks and a Disney movie to amuse over the holiday before finally going back to the bordello. After parking in the back, I went into the house through the kitchen and journeyed upstairs to my bedroom. I was just about to slide a movie into the video player when Madam Nadia knocked on the door.
“I was about to have dinner,” she said. “Would you like to join me?” She took one glance at the junk food that I had tossed across my bed. “Now I insist that you join me. I’ll have a place set for you in my quarters in ten minutes. Be there.”
“Yes ma’am,” I responded like a scolded child. I put my goodies back in the plastic bag and washed my hands before going downstairs to join the madam. I was amazed at the layout that she had on her small dining table. Turkey and dressing, ham, green bean casserole and other goodies, along with already poured glasses of wine.
“Normally, I just have a sandwich,” she informed me, “but I couldn’t treat my guest with a ham sandwich.”
“Madam, you really didn’t have to do this for me,” I told her.
“Call me Nadia,” she then said. “Today and tomorrow, you are not my employee. You are my guest.”
“Thank you, Nadia,” I said, her name rolling off of my tongue with ease. I noticed her attire. Normally she was dressed to the nines in expensive suits and such. Today she was casually dressed in a knee length skirt that showed off her pretty legs and simple red blouse. Instead of the four inch heels, she wore a pair of comfortable looking flats.
As if reading my mind, she said, “I bet you didn’t think that I even owned clothes like this huh?”
“It’s just a surprise,” I admitted. “You still look as beautiful as ever though,” I told her.
“That is very sweet of you, my dear,” she said looking down at her plate.
Did she just blush?!
We ate dinner in a comfortable silence. Afterwards, I helped her take the dishes into the kitchen. On the spur of the moment I turned to her. “I was about to watch a movie before I turn in. Would you like to join me?”
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and said, “I would love to.”
As I journey up to my room, I couldn’t stop smiling. That’s when it occurred to me . . . I still had a crush on my boss!! Maybe inviting her up wasn’t the best idea in the world after all. Well it was too late to back out now. I just hoped that I didn’t make a complete ass out of myself.
A few minutes later, Nadia joined me in my bedroom and I started up the movie. I turned off the light so that there would be total darkness except for the television screen. We both laid at the foot of the bed like little girls and enjoyed the movie. As soon as the movie was over, she stood up and walked to the door. I followed her.
“Well, thank you, my dear,” she said. “I really enjoyed the movie.”
“And I enjoyed your company,” I informed her. To my amazement, she blushed again. “You know,” I began, “to be the Madam of this massive bordello, you sure do blush a lot.”
“Even an old lady like myself likes to feel valued from time to time,” she told me.
“Well, you definitely are valued, my dear,” I said, mimicking her. “When was the last time that you were pleasured, Nadia?”
The words were out before I could stop them. I was terrified of what her reaction would be. I could’ve just cost myself my job! After a few horrifying moments, she spoke.
“It’s been quite a while.”
“Why is that?” I probed. I was even more curious now.
“My main focus is to make sure that my girls are taken care of,” she answered. “And before then, my job was to please our guests. It hasn’t been about me for years.”
I stood there for a moment, speechless. How could it be that a woman whose business was pleasure, never received pleasure herself? I was perplexed. I loved and enjoyed my job. It had never occurred to me that maybe it wasn’t as much fun for the others as it was for me.
“Well, goodnight, my dear.”
“Goodnight, Nadia,” I said. “And thanks again.”
“My pleasure, dear,” she said as she walked towards the stairs.
Not yet, I thought as I closed my bedroom door. “But it will be . . . ”
I quickly changed into a purple teddy and robe. I grabbed my basket of oils and lotions and made my way back down the stairs. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on her bedroom door. When she opened her door, I held up my basket. “Pleasure Inc., at your service.”
“Pardon me?” she said with a laugh. She stepped aside to grant me access to her domain.
“You said that you haven’t been pleasured in forever,” I began. “Well tonight, you are going to get the best massage of your life. You look out for everyone else, but who looks out for you?”
“This is very sweet of you, dear,” she said with a soft smile, “but you don’t have to do this.”
I took her hand in mine. “But I want to.” And I did.
Sighing, she finally gave in. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“I want you to go and get undressed while I set up.”
She went into her dressing room to do as I instructed, while I set up the oils and lotions and stuff. As the lotions warmed, I sat on the edge of her bed and waited for her to come out of her dressing room. A few minutes later, she came out in a sheer robe.
“I’m ready.”
“Good,” I said with a smile. “Come on over here and remove your robe and lay on your stomach.”
I stood up from her bed so that she could do as I instructed. As she laid down and made herself comfortable, I couldn’t help but to notice that in spite of her being in her forties, her body was still in good shape. Shapely legs and thighs and a firm, gorgeous ass….nicely rounded…..simply lovely.
This was going to be a little harder than I had originally anticipated. “Are you comfortable?” I asked her.
“Yes. Thank you,” she replied, closing her eyes.
Then I began. I began at her feet with a warm Almond-Cherry scented lotion, taking each foot in my hand, rubbing and kneading them firmly, but gently. She giggled a little bit as I slightly tickled one foot after finishing with it.
I moved up to her calves, using a scented oil. She moaned softly as I stoked her calves. Damn, she sounded sexy as hell when she moaned. It only made my desire stronger to make her feel good.
I leisurely made my way up to her thighs. When she stiffened a little, I asked, “Am I hurting you?”
“Oh nooooo,” she answered with a purr. “It feels too good, love. You may have me at your mercy if you keep this up.”
“Oh really?” I said with a sly smile. I continued my manipulations and worked my hands further up the back of her thighs, caressing her as I went. My fingertips brushed the curves of her ass and I heard her moan again. Dammit, I was lost, I had to make her moan FOR ME!
My hands moved to the center of her thighs and kneaded gently, causing my fingers to inadvertently (wink-wink) brush the exposed bits of flesh at her suddenly wet kitty cat. As I continued to massage her, she reflexively began to respond by slightly rolling her hips against my fingers. When she moaned again, I couldn’t help asking: “You like that huh?”
“Yesssss,” she cooed. She moaned again.
Throwing caution to the wind and forgetting that she was my boss, I tentatively slid a finger into her moist snatch and began to massage her from the inside. Then I added another finger to the combination and worked her slowly. Loving how she moaned and moved against my hand, I felt myself growing as wet as I knew she was. I bent forward and ran my tongue from the base of her back to the nape of her neck.
She groaned softly. “What are you doing to me, child?” she said in wonderment.
“Pleasuring you,” I whispered against her neck. “Just enjoy it.”
I then turned her over onto her back and returned my finger to their previous location. I wanted to see her face as I finger fucked her. The look if bliss was almost my undoing! As I pumped my fingers inside of her, I bent my head and took one erect nipple into my mouth and nibbled on it.
“Mmmmmm . . . ”
Her noises only spurred me on. As I licked and sucked on her breast and my finger rammed in and out of her, I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. I loved how she writhed and trembled beneath me. I took turns, licking and blowing on her super-sensitive nipples, watching them grow harder and harder. I ran a trail from her breasts to her neck with my tongue, until I came to her lips. I took them swiftly and she moaned into my mouth.
Her tongue was like a forbidden nectar as it swirled with mine. She tangled her fingers into my hair, encouraging me to continue what I had began. I pulled my lips away from hers in order to catch my breath. I then allowed my lips and tongue to travel down her neck to her chest and further down to her navel. She tittered as my tongue dipped into the shallow cavern and tickled her there. I felt her stomach tighten in anticipation as my tongue traveled from her navel to where her hair was fine and neatly trimmed.
I could feel her breathing change and hasten as I ran my tongue through the fine hairs. “Simone….please….” she begged with urgency.
Smiling to myself, my tongue found it’s destination, flicking at her clit wildly as my fingers continued to slam into her wetness. She thrashed left and right as I devoured her. I followed the movement of her hips with my mouth as she bucked under me. The taste of her was enough to get me drunk…..delicious….
She cried my name over and over as she shuddered before exploding around my fingers. I quickly replaced them with my mouth. I drank every drop of her juices as my tongue slowly darted in and out of her dripping pussy. I then returned my mouth to her ultra-sensitive clit and licked and sucked on her mercilessly, sending her over the edge again until she begged for me to quit. Finally, I eased up on her, leisurely licking her inner thigh as she trembled uncontrollably.
“Simone,” she uttered weakly. “You are something else, dear.”
“I know,” I said jokingly.
“You know, this could be considered sexual harassment,” she said to me lazily.
“You loved it too much,” I told her cockily as I soothingly stroked her thigh.
“That, I did,” she said with a laugh. “I could get used to this.”
“Really,” she answered. “But you know I don’t want to cause a rift between you and the other girls. I’m not in the habit of playing favorites.”
“I don’t expect you too,” I told her. “I just wanted you to enjoy something for a change.”
“That is very sweet of you, dear.”
For a while, neither one of said much. The next thing that I knew, I was waking up and it was Christmas morning. As I rubbed my eyes, I caught a whiff of Nadia’s scent on my fingers. The events of the night before flashed in my mind. I smiled lazily and stretched.
“Good morning, Simone.”
I looked up and found Nadia sitting in a chair, watching me. “Good morning, Nadia,” answered with a smile. “How are you this morning?”
“Wonderful, thanks to you, my dear.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I told her as I sat up on her bed. Remembering that I had a gift for her, I said “I’ll be right back” and ran up to my room. I hurried back down and handed her a crystal music box shaped like a piano. “Merry Christmas.”
She stared at it in awe for a second before speaking. “Are you trying to butter me up?”
“Come on now,” I said with a sigh. “I buttered you up LAST NIGHT . . . This is your Christmas gift.”
She laughed before kissing me on my cheek. R