Fantasy

Fantasy

Tennis lesson

The beginning of the end for Mark Milo and his 14-year-old daughter Stacy was on a Saturday at the public tennis court.
During the week, Stacy told her family that she wanted to learn to play and she asked her father if he would teach her. There was no way that Mark would refuse this. First of all, this was his pride and joy, for whom he would do anything. In addition, this was a game that he loved to play, but had not done so recently because of a lack of willing players. To Stacy’s delight, her father readily agreed.
They had decided that they would practice every Saturday as soon as June, Mark’s wife, went to work, because that would be early enough to claim a court before anyone arrived. Mark would give her some pointers and once she got the basic idea they would get to practice lightly.
It was on this first Saturday morning that her father moved behind her and began holding Stacy’s hip and stomach as he guided her arm swing. Mark initially was not aware but his crotch was pushing against his daughter’s buttocks as he gave his advice. Suddenly the heat from her soft ass cheeks penetrated into him and alerted his brain. To his horror, he felt his cock involuntarily swell inside of his pants. Then his fully erect member was pushing into her bottom. When he realized what was happening Mark felt a tremendous flush of heat run through his face. He felt that he was probably as red as a beet from embarrassment.
He was panic-stricken. His cock was completely aroused and actually twitching inside of his pants, against his daughter’s ass. Flustered, he pulled his crotch away from her in a rush. Then he mumbled some last-second hurried instructions and quickly moved away from the youngster. He rushed over to the other side of the court and had her hit a few serves to him.
Mark quickly cut the lessons short, saying that she should not overdo it on the first day. She nodded. They got into his car and drove home.
Stacy herself was exhilarated and flushed, but only in part from the workout. During the aborted lesson, she had felt her father pressed against her and she was well aware of his hardness. When she first felt it, she wondered why he had become that way. Was it because he had to go to the bathroom? Was it something that she had done to cause it? Soon she was sure that it was caused by their closeness. She felt it jump against her and she became acutely cognizant that her father’s ‘hardy’ was pushing almost unnecessarily into her hip. Although she was not a sexually active girl, she still realized what was happening.
She had been especially thankful when her father pulled his body away from hers because she had been becoming nervous. She did not fail to notice how red her dad’s face had become and how flustered he was.
Now that her school had its ‘publicly known incest incident’ she was well aware that fathers could get ‘that way’ for their daughters, and Stacy had become much more conscious of her sexuality around her dad.
The 14-year-old girl reflected on what had happened and she soon accepted that her father must have pulled himself away from her as soon as he realized that he was hard. She also took satisfaction from the fact that he did not try to do anything further. She correctly assessed exactly what had happened. Her father’s body betrayed him and became aroused at the close contact with her body. When she finally had the whole picture in her head Stacy felt for him, knowing how embarrassed he had been.
They did not speak to each other for the entire trip home. As he drove Mark replayed repeatedly in his mind what had just transpired. How could this have happened? How could the touch of his daughter have aroused him? He had never before had any inclination to touch her in an improper way. She was his daughter, for Christ-sakes! Many was the time that he had touched her, and even seen her naked, but he was her father, and he had thought nothing of it at the time. As recent as a few months ago he had seen her breasts bared, because she was never extra careful in front of him, and although she had filled out quite a bit from the last time he had seen her, he didn’t pay any personal attention. He never did! Oh sure, he had taken note that she was developing an impressive set of tits (he even mentioned this to his wife June) but he was nothing more that a proud and admiring father then.
What had happened? What caused his body to react now? He wondered if Stacy had realized what had occurred. He reached a conclusion that she probably didn’t, because she had not given any indication that she knew it was happening.
Mark was feeling terribly upset with himself. It was only a few weeks ago that he openly and loudly condemned incest when his daughter had come home from school with all of those questions. It seemed that a girl from the school had gotten pregnant, apparently by either her father or her brother and Stacy had a basket full of questions. Mark had gone on in depth about the sinfulness of brother-sister and father-daughter sex. Now he, himself, had gotten aroused and yes, even a little excited, by the feel of his daughter’s body.
When they arrived at their house Stacy noticed that her dad’s hands were actually shaking. His eyes were purposely avoiding looking at hers. He was obviously having a hard time coming to grips with what had occurred.
During the remainder of the weekend, the young girl watched with interest as her father remained almost preoccupied. She was feeling terribly sorry for him in his frazzled state. June made no mention of it so the young girl was not sure if her mother even noticed.
Much of the time when she was not watching her father with concern Stacy’s mind returned to Saturday morning’s incident. It was not that big of a deal that should have caused her father to get so mad at himself, she thought. After all, it was not something that he purposely did. As she kept returning to his sadness in her head she finally said to herself, ‘He couldn’t help himself. So what? He got hard and was pushing into me. If he was another father he probably would have felt his daughter’s body and tried to do more. At least he was sensible and was able to stop his body’s urges.’
Even with her limited knowledge, she still realized that Mark must have had a hard time in pulling away from her. She was aware just how easily men became excited and she was told how difficult it was for them to ‘cool off’.
As she turned this all over in her head, she wondered how she would have reacted had he not stopped and had he decided to try to go further. Her first thought was that she would have screamed and ran away, but the more that she thought about it, small whispers of doubt troubled her mind. So what if he had touched her? Isn’t it something they have done all of her life? If it made her father feel good, what would be wrong? It would not have been as if they were having sex.
Mark repeatedly continued to replay the scene in his head, and he thought of himself with disgust throughout Saturday and Sunday.
It was on Sunday night, after he went to bed, that he really got shocked. While running Saturday morning’s episode through his mind for the umpteenth time, something strange happened to him. This time a hard-on came along with the memory. Lying in bed, he remembered his cock pressing against his daughter’s buttocks, and he became just as hard now as he had then.
‘My god, what’s happening to me?’
Moments later when he mounted his wife, his final shock occurred. Although he was physically fucking his wife June, he was mentally fucking his daughter Stacy. A subtle change had come over him. His mindset had totally transformed him from a loving father to an incest-driven being.
Beginning on the very next night, Mark began to look at his daughter in a completely different light. Without being obvious, he now permitted his eyes to take in and appreciate the twin beauties of Stacy’s young and impressive chest and the exciting look of child-flesh on her already shapely legs. When no one was paying attention to him, his eyes ravaged the beautiful ass with its well-rounded cheeks.
As the week progressed, Stacy began to realize that her father was taking notice of her. Her immediate reaction was feeling relief, because he had refused to look at her at all over the weekend. Now sensing his eyes on her, she began to feel happy for him that he had overcome his problem and although she felt somewhat uncomfortable by his looks, she also felt a strange enjoyment and warmth.
At times during the rest of the week, their eyes would meet and after a few seconds, they both would turn away. An observer might think that father and daughter were afraid of each other. One time, on Thursday night, their eyes locked upon each other. It was almost as if they were sending a silent message of love to the other.
On Saturday morning, they were back at the tennis court. As happened the week before Mark was again meshed into his daughter from behind as he was teaching her how to swing. Once more, his cock felt the heat from her body, his nostrils sucked in the clean smell of feminine youth, and he felt the immediate hardness in his pants. It was pushing at the lower part of Stacy’s soft ass-cheek.
Stacy too felt it happening again. She closed her eyes momentarily, deciding if she should react and if so what should she do? Should she pull away if he didn’t? His one hand was on her hip at this point and his other was guiding her swing. What if her father decided to move into her tighter, move his hands, and touch her in a ‘wrong spot?’
Heat was rising now within the loins and minds of both father and daughter.
Stacy had rationalized much of her thinking during the week and she had almost justified the thought of her father touching her. She recalled thinking, ‘So what if he had touched her? Isn’t it something they have done all of her life? If it made her father feel good, what would be wrong? It wouldn’t have been like they were having sex.’ As the warmth ran through her, she actually began to want him to touch her. His cock was throbbing at her buttocks. She was not even thinking of tennis anymore. She wondered ‘what-if’ and then, after swallowing nervously, she pushed her rear back harder into her father’s twitching manhood.
Mark’s whole body tightened. Did he actually feel his daughter pushing back into him? Was she aware of what she was doing? Unable to control himself, all rational thinking somewhere in limbo, he loosened his hand on his child’s hip and moved it over and onto her belly. Slowly, he pulled her back closer to him and he pushed his crotch even tighter into her ass. At the same time, his mouth moved to his daughter’s ear and they held together for a long minute without either of them making any effort to stop themselves.
His chest and brain were pounding fiercely and his hands and body were trembling. Caution was almost nonexistent now. He knew that if Stacy did not put a stop to this that he would not be able to stop himself anymore. He had ogled her body and thought a lot about her all week and now, with her beautiful hot, young body molded to his, he realized the truth. He really wanted to fuck his child.
Finally, summoning up his courage, he whispered in her ear, “I love you sweetheart.”
Stacy gulped. Heat was racing through her body. She was frantic from fear yet she knew that secretly wanted to allow her father to do whatever he wanted. Maybe she even wanted it, too. Her mind was thinking well enough to know that this would end if she said so. She knew that her father did not want it to stop, but he was not going to force her.
Her heart pounding, she answered back, whispering, “I know dad…I know.”
“Do you, sweetheart? Do you really know?” His voice was barely audible.
“Um hmm.”
Did she really understand his state and what was happening? “Can we go home?” he asked.
Stacy tensed. My god, what was she doing? She should put an end to this now, but – – She now admitted to herself she did not want to stop it. Her legs were shaking and her whole being seemed to be trembling. Slowly she moved out of her father’s grasp and turned to face him. Her eyes sought and found his. She knew what he wanted. She told herself that if he wanted her, she would be thrilled.
They were both silent for another 10 seconds and finally, looking nervously into his eyes, she said, “Whatever you wanna do dad. Whatever you want.”
As they continued looking into each other’s eyes Mark realized that his 14-year-old daughter was accepting him, although he still had a flicker of doubt. He knew how insane this was and he could cite all of the arguments against it, but his cock was making all of the major decisions now, and his cock wanted this young body very badly.
He wanted to be positive that she really was aware of what was happening. He considered asking her what she wanted but he was afraid that would be too much and might scare her away.
“Stase, babe, you, er, are you, er aware…Do you know why I want us to leave?”
She nodded and smiled nervously and he continued, “Do you want to…?”
Her eyes were filled with tears now. She took a very long time answering. “No dad…I don’t,” she whispered. “But I…I love you, too.”
“No baby…no. Let’s just…I’m sorry, babe…C’mon, let’s just get outta here. I’ll take you home.” He had fought off the demons.
On the way home, he reached across the seat in the car and squeezed his daughter’s hand as assurance to her of his love for her.
“I’m er, gonna drop you off at the house, sweetheart. Then I’ve got to run some errands,” he said. “And baby…? Thanks for being so good. And if I get that way anymore get away from me, hah? I’m, it’s no good…I mean, it’s bad babe. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll try not to get that way again…I promise.”
Stacy was silent for the whole trip home. She was relieved, yet somehow frustrated.
At the house, he dropped his daughter off and then, for the next few hours he went and wandered through the local malls.
That night at home, they both realized that it was not over. Their eyes began to continuously meet and hold on one another. Soon the truth became obvious to both of them. The end was inevitable. Mark’s eyes operated on her body whenever possible.
Later that night Stacy went to bed and for the first time in her young life her masturbation fantasy now included her father. She began to actually want him. She remembered his hardness and although she was afraid, she also had a secret desire.
Mark began fantasizing while looking at her. He could not help himself. He would look at her semi-full well-rounded tits and think of holding them. He would watch her near-perfect ass and imagine his tongue running over it. He was now becoming hard just from looking at his daughter’s body.
The following Thursday the game continued. Throughout the night, whenever Mark felt that he was safely out of his wife’s view his horny ogling was obvious to Stacy. He and his daughter kept looking at each other and both of them were becoming increasingly in need of the other.
On this night, Stacy said her good-nights to her mom and dad about a half-hour later than usual. As she got up to go to her room her eyes locked on her father’s, and they remained locked. Finally, after a long silence she nodded to him, then broke the eye lock and went up to bed.
An hour later when Mark was sure that his wife was asleep, he arose and quietly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Then he walked over to his daughter’s room. His naked cock rose within his robe as he raised his hand and knocked gently. His heart began beating harder as he turned the handle. He pushed the door open and moved inside, closing it behind him.
Stacy was lying in the bed on her side, facing the door. She was wide-awake, nervously watching her father. Her heart also began beating harder as he walked slowly toward her.
Mark’s brain was pulsing, his mouth was dry and his cock was twitching and jumping inside of his robe as he looked at his beautiful daughter in the semi-darkness. He could see panic in her eyes and he noticed her heavy breathing. He detected a hungry look about the child. She was about to get her first taste of hot sex and she was going to be filled by her father. Somehow, the thoughts excited her tremendously.
As he came closer, Stacy bravely lifted the blankets in invitation. Mark gasped as he saw the child’s naked tits awaiting him as she held the blanket aloft. He silently removed his robe and he watched the frightened and eager look in her eyes as they moved over his body on down to his crotch, where she stared at his massive hard-on. He moved slowly onto the bed and with deliberation, he removed the blanket from her clutching hand. She had been holding it so that he could get beneath it with her, but instead he pushed it back off of her completely and then pushed at her shoulder, pushing her hot looking body on its back.
His eyes moved eagerly over the young flesh of his daughter. Her head was turned and she watched him hungrily as his eyes jumped rapidly over her breasts and down her stomach to the juncture of her young pussy with its soft blonde peach fuzz, and then down over her long legs, before reversing and repeating the entire course. When his eyes finally met with hers, he was fascinated. Until now, he was not sure about this. Now, seeing the wanton look of utter hotness on her face, Mark knew that this was what they both craved, incestuous sex! Father cock, daughter cunt!
Stacy’s lips were trembling as his face moved toward hers. He was about to kiss his own daughter in a sexual encounter. He slid his body into hers and as he moved one hand onto a breast, the heat was immediate in his palm. He squeezed gently on her flesh and his hand cupped her breast. She uttered a nervous whimper as a thrilling sensation tingled throughout her body. As his hand enclosed tighter on the wonderful flesh, Stacy moaned quietly. At the same time, his free hand went to her ear and his mouth moved on to her quivering lips.
As their lips met, Stacy moaned deep into his mouth and her hands began clutching at the back of his head, drawing his mouth into hers. His lips were sucking at hers. Then she felt his tongue move desperately into her mouth and passionate thrills started shooting in her brain. Suddenly the child was on fire. Her grip tightened on her father’s head and she eagerly turned her naked body into his.
Father and daughter were now engaged in an age old tradition of instinctive incestuous lust as the young girl sucked at his thrusting tongue and moved her hot needy body against his, while her hands held his head tightly. All of her female natural feelings were totally aroused. She could not get enough of his loving. Her body was twisting and grinding against his. She could feel her father’s pulsating manhood pushing against her bare flesh.
“Ooooh, dad, daddad…I…” She was muttering into his mouth while his tongue moved hungrily within her mouth.
Mark’s fingers began squeezing at the fully protruded nipple on his daughter’s chest. He pulled his mouth from hers and he moved his lips and tongue elsewhere. He began by kissing and lightly sucking at her pulsing neck. His daughter’s hands remained at the back of his head, as he slowly tasted downward, causing her young body to begin squirming in excitement.
His one hand moved off of her breast and began to lightly trace itself along the vibrant flesh of the youngster’s quivering stomach, belly and finally down to the mound of her excited pussy. As his fingers started to move lower, into the spread between her legs, his lips were suddenly enclosing on the nipple of her breast and his free hand now enclosed on her unoccupied tit.
It was a three-pronged attack upon the child and she was twisting from side to side frantically. Her head was exploding from the messages that were being sent to it. She was a bundle of sexual confusion.
“Ohhhhh…” she moaned as her father’s hand moved into her pussy while he guided her back on the bed.
Stacy’s hips bucked up at his working hand. She felt her father’s fingers begin to gently rub around the clit area. The youngster lost all of her sensibilities, moving and twisting her body about so that her pussy could get the maximum sexual pleasures of his wonderful fingers. As his lips suckled on the flesh of her tit, his tongue worked over the aureole and nipple.
The child was on fire, as was Mark. He felt a spurt of cum shoot erratically over her leg and on the bed. He had never felt so wild and hot. He moved his fingers expertly over and around his daughter’s clitoris and she was writhing about from his ministrations.
“Ooooh dad daddy ooo I, I, ooo…”
Now he made another move. This time he slid his mouth off the flesh of his daughter’s tit and he began the kissing and sucking routine, down over the child’s terribly excited flesh. At the same time, he was turning his body toward the opposite direction. The young girl was frantic beneath him. Tiny grunts of pleasure were coming from her throat. Then his mouth was upon the mound of his child’s pussy. He finally moved his finger from her hardened clit and moved his hand down to her hole where he gingerly inserted two fingers into the fully moistened cavity.
Suddenly Mark moved over her and straddled his knees on either side of the child’s body. His back was to her face. Stacy was becoming even wilder as she realized what her father was going to do to her. Her brain was on fire. She reached her hands out and clutched his ass at the same time as she was eagerly spreading her legs fully. He lowered his upper body and his mouth became suddenly dry as he sought the delicious eager awaiting pussy.
His fingers were gently fucking in her virgin cunt and his mouth touched home. She groaned loud and her hot thighs tightened on her father’s ear in a vise and his tongue pushed into the crack and landed on the clitoris. A frantic, spasmodic jolt shot upward through her body. His tongue began moving over and around the entire clit area, tasting and smelling the raw sex of the girl whose body was now out of control. It craved. It needed to be fulfilled.
Stacy was bucking up and down now, more violent than ever. Her father was licking and sucking up and down and in and out. Her fingers were clutching desperately at the flesh of his ass and incoherent mutterings were coming from her mouth. Wild spasms were gripping and shooting through her insides as her climax was upon her.
The hot flesh of his daughter’s soft smooth thighs tightened fiercely on his ears as he licked and tasted her moistened juices.
Finally, she was totally spent and relaxed.
Mark moved seamlessly. Without Stacy even realizing that her father had moved again, he had climbed gently off her, turned his body around and got up again. This time his legs were between hers and he was totally atop her body, although he was not exerting any pressure.
Mark’s face moved inches above his daughter’s. As they stared at each other, Mark could not believe the look of total wanton lust on the youngster’s face.
“I love you baby,” he whispered.
“I love you too daddy,” she cooed softly.
He moved his lips back down on hers and she tasted the sex on him. This taste and smell of her father’s mouth only fueled her sexual craving. Her hands moved frantically behind his head and pulled his face down hard onto hers. Her mouth opened and her tongue moved vigorously into his. This time his hands moved to her head, also, and then father and daughter were clutching, sucking and tasting frenetically at each other, moaning into each other’s mouth.
His cock was bucking about around her cunt area. Father was about to fuck daughter and daughter…
“Make a baby in me daddy…please! Please dad, do it!” she hissed hotly and then closed her mouth on his again.
Stacy’s legs had instinctively parted and wrapped around him. Sweat was rolling of both of them and they were twisting against one another in total ignorance of an outside world. Mark was mindless. His cock was at his daughter’s hole, moving into the tight moistened channel.
He thought of her virginity only momentarily.
“Make me a baby, daddy…make it…do me…”
He plunged fiercely into the child’s cunt. Her mouth gasped and opened on his. She screamed in pain into his mouth, which he forced tightly against her as he wildly pounded into his baby’s pussy. She was crying into his mouth as the pain ripped through her whole body.
Her father was showing no mercy as his cock was reaching its ultimate passion. Her words and actions had him completely out of his mind. He desperately wanted to cum inside of her. He continued pushing deep into the depths of her cunt and then pulling almost all the way out before plunging into the child again.
Stacy’s hands were clutching wildly at her father and her legs were wrapped tightly around his. Through the pain her body persisted, fucking up and down striving for total fulfillment
“Oh baby I’m cumming here comes your baby, oh fuck, nggg, fuck back, make me cum in you.”
Her tight cunt was like a vise, squeezing and releasing, and Mark filled her cunt with all of his incestuous juices.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!” Pounding and draining; less pounding, less cum.
Stacy too felt more spasms and she felt the wondrous pleasures amidst the terrible pain. She continued bucking up and down and clutching at her father.
“Ohhhhhdaddy,dad,daddy…..Ooooooohhhh…”
They both held on to each other for their dear life as the wild sensations began to slow down. They continued moaning and groaning. Finally, they were both totally finished.
Tears were rolling down Stacy’s cheeks. The pain had been terrible. She told her father so. “Wow, that hurt dad…bad!” she managed between sobs.
Mark sighed. He felt sorry for her now but in all truth, he could not have stopped himself at the time. God, did he really cum inside of his own daughter?
“It’s okay baby. I promise. It won’t hurt next time.”
“There’ll be no next time. That I can promise!!!”
That was the voice of June, Mark’s wife and Stacy’s mother.

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The Way Itis Now Ch10

Sarah spent the morning maintaining herself. Protein bar and her tea for breakfast. A long soaking Steam shower in her own Bathroom

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Rob’s Girls

Jesse heard the doorbell ring and knew that is was Rob, come to pick her up for their date. She was still in the shower, one towel wrapped around her hair, another around her otherwise naked body.

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Something for Stevie Part 5

so there I was in bed, cum on me, naked…and Nancy – worried, thinking she had hurt me by squeezing my cock, no doubt out of curiosity. and I had to wake up and do something aobut this…but WHAT?
I opened my eyes and looked at her, my heart melted seeing the deep concern on her face…
it’s okay honey, i said, you didn’t hurt me…my arm around her, caressing her soft, silky hair and head…
“I didn’t?” she stammered…maybe 1/2 embarrassed too, the t-shirt of mine she wore as a nighty, 1/2 off her, draped on her sexy 7 year old body.
“no honey, you didn’t hurt your stevie weavie..” I said smiling, and her almost tear filled eyes, gleaming that i used her term for me…almost made her smile.
i explained…”you didn’t hurt me, actually it felt like heaven…, you see – I made something called cum…for your hand…it was so soft, and it felt so good while I was asleep, while you were touching me, you know “there” – I actually thought you were your mother, and myu body responded by wanting to make a baby, and so my thing, it got hard…and filled with the cum…and when the seed was ready to cum out, it shot out…that’s what happened, so you didn’t hurt Stevie…it felt really really really good, I liked it…honest…”
by now she was BEAMING…really? you thought I was mama? it felt good? to make a baby? how?
and she proceeded to grill me, I have to admit, she was one smart, and very curious child…. how does it make the “cum”?, what is it made of? how is the baby made? it goes in where? i don’t think it would ever fit? did you really like it? and about what seemed a thousand more questions…pretty soon, I was hard again. all these questions, from a sexy little child, half naked, sitting up in a bed with me, her hand in my chest, playing absent mindedly while I laid back now, propped up by pillows…
“see I said, he’s already starting to wake up again”, lifting up the covers…so she could see…her eyes widened….wondered at the thickness of my cock….she hadn’t seen it before, just played iwth it, curious, under the covers…
“go ahead, I said, you can touch it, he wants you too….and she timidly put her hand down..I pulled hte covers off…and when her hand touched it I moaned the moan, I’ve been wanting to moan since I started masturbating on her…
“oh my god, I said, holding her wrist, that feels soooooooooo good….
I pulled her down to me…her silky soft hair draping on my c hest, I could feel her breath on me, and see her hand stroking my cock….oh god, I moaned again…I LOVE it baby….
I could feel her well up with pride as aI told her i loved her touch….this time, I caressed her forearm while she stroked me, adn I pulled up her nightie (my t -shirt) until I could caress her side and legs…really, so I could know she was naked too, just like me….
a few minutes later, I was ready to bust again – and I told her…Nancy, he’s going to make cum again, this time for you….are you ready….and she sat up…looking at me…for me? she said…oh yes baby, your hand is loveley…a nd I hlelped her lay my cock agianst my tummy while she stroked it until I burst on my myself..
oh my god, Nnacy, I love you so much…her tiny slender fingers wrapping around my cock, feeling it surgre as semen squirted and oozed out….until it was so sensitive I had to ask her to stop…barley able to get the words out….
“that’s YOUR cum, nancy” i said, telling her I knew it was her, and how much I loved her and how wonderful it felt, even better than her mama…she was beaming, proud…holding my hand now…I scooped up some cum on my finger and I tasted it…mmmmmmmm I hummed, SALTY but good….licking it off my finger…do you want to try…
okay she said, not sure….as I scooped up a little on my finger and offered it to her, she sniffed at it, it smells like salt..and then her tongue tasted it…SALTY she agreed with me, mimicking me…I smiled, good girl….I love you tsting my cum and I scooped up more adn I tasted it again, adn then scooped up more and gave it to her…feeding her my sperm….I can’t tell you how sexy a sight that was…
we started massaging it into my skin, like finger paint…this she reallly got into, smjiling and giggling…
you made stevie weavie all messy with cum I said? a nd she said “yeah, gonna rub the cum on my stevie weavie she said, massaging it into me, finger painting.
I laid her back..and kissed her lilps..I looked at her with love in my eyes, “do you know how much I love you?” I said to her…her brown eyes HUGE with love…
more than anything I said’, and I kissed her lips, and said I love you
and I kissed her cheeks and said I love you
and I kissed her forehead and said I love you
and I kissed her lips again, and I said I love you
and I kissed her neck and I said I love you
and I pulled the t-shirt down both shoulders, and I said I love you as I kissed both shoulders.
she was smiling, her eyes soooooo big and so brown, BEAMING…GLEAMING…SEXY…..

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Daddy’s Brittany

The Mistress-of-the-Dark costume fit me almost perfectly. Sure, the skirt was too long and it was very tight across my ass but that’s how Elvira usually wears them. Being a bit long for my 5’4″ height just meant the side slits went higher—almost all the way to my hips. The v-necked dress was also too small to contain more than half my 34Es but, when coupled with a dĂŠcolletage that extended almost to my waist, it really showed off my tits. Perfect! I knew I’d have all the guys at the party creaming their Levis.
The outfit came with a jet-black wig made from human hair instead of syntho-hair, like most rentals. I was having a tough time believing that such a deliciously slutty costume was still available on Halloween day, but I didn’t question my luck. I simply whipped out my plastic and rented it before some desperate shopper snatched it right off me.
“If you can spare two or three hours, our tailor can make on-site alterations to better accommodate your…um, ample bosom,” the sales clerk offered. “He’s very busy, what with it being Halloween and all, but I could ask him to rush.”
“I really can’t afford to wait,” I deadpanned. Inwardly, I was cracking up. You see, I had just assumed that a man who works in a costume shop would be gay but the way his eyes locked onto my triple-Ds and the way his cock was straining against his gabardine slacks disproved that theory. Or maybe he was changing religion, as it were, just for me. “I’m running a bit late already,” I fibbed, “so I think I’ll save time and just wear it instead of changing.”
In truth, I still had almost three hours before my friend’s Halloween party. I giggled when I thought how amazed she’d be that I could put together such a great look after only one day’s notice of her party. Although we’ve been best friends since grade school, there has always been an element of competition between us. I’m almost certain that she harbors a ton of jealousy because she’s much less generously endowed than I am and less attractive to men. I’ll even bet that she intentionally delayed telling me about her party in hope I’d show up in some lame, leftover costume that would make me look like a Disneyland reject. Well, nice try, Caroline, but I’m about to show you how hot the macabre can be with the right body.
Several times as I drove home, I saw a car behind me that looked familiar. It was the same make and color as my daddy’s car, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was tailing me. When I thought about it, however, I told myself I was being ridiculous. Daddy would still be at work, for one thing. And the world is full of silver Audis for another. Every time the car turned whenever I did, I reminded myself how many like it there must be in Seattle and that it was it was probably pure coincidence that its owner was going my way.
Suddenly it hit me what was causing my paranoia. I hadn’t seen my daddy in more than a week and I’d gotten so excited about Caroline’s exotic, erotic Halloween bash that I hadn’t even thought about him. That’s really unusual for me. Normally, I think about Daddy a lot. We were so close when I was a little girl. I practically lived on his lap, and he never refused to play games with me or read me fairy tales, no matter how tired he was. I was the dictionary definition of daddy’s girl.
All of that changed quickly when I was about 11 or 12. He became much more distant, and I didn’t know why. I do know that I was confused at first. Very confused and very hurt because I thought Daddy didn’t love me any more. I was miserable for weeks, but one day I caught him by surprise and jumped onto his lap. He pushed me away hard and fast, but not before I felt a huge cock stiffen beneath me and felt its heart pour through my thin cotton panties. At last, I had a why. His gruffness and his seemingly uncaring attitude still hurt me, but at least I knew I hadn’t done anything terrible to make him hate me. I had just started growing up and Daddy was fighting a hellish battle against his desire to fuck his own daughter.
His aloofness got even worse about the time I broke through the C-cup barrier in eighth grade. By the time D-cups were getting tight on me, he was working 16-hours days and barely speaking to me on his rare days off unless there were lots of other people in the room. Now and then I would catch him watching me, his eyes burning with intensity, but he would look away quickly when he realized I’d seen him.
Knowing that I was turning Daddy on and that he was resisting a desire to fuck my brains out helped me to deal with the huge difference in the way he treated me, but it simultaneously creeped me out, mainly because I wanted him every bit as me wanted me. I knew that every one would think it was very wrong for me to have such feelings about my father, although I couldn’t understand why it would be wrong. In my mind I was ashamed but between my legs, it felt so good.
And then the erotic dreams began.
I had hundreds of dreams over the years, starting just three or four nights after I first realized how much Daddy wanted me. The dream sex was very different on individual nights but the details were otherwise always the same. I would be snug in my own bed, sound asl**p, and Daddy would sneak into my room He’d clamp his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming before I was fully awake. I’d be so happy that Daddy wanted to cuddle with me again, but I’d belatedly realize that he was naked and sporting a hard-on the size of a salami.
Sometimes Daddy would fuck me long and hard, and then pull out at the last moment to give me a facial or come on my tits. In my dreams, he’d be so excited that he would come by the pint, drenching me and my bed with his semen. Other times, he would roll me over and fuck my ass until he shot his load deep inside me. He always seemed to know when I was having my period, and then he would titty-fuck me until we came in unison. Sometimes, he would simply want me to suck his cock. Remembering those dreams, I began giving practice blowjobs to bananas, honing my skills just in case my dreams ever became a reality.
Regardless of what kind of sex Daddy and I had in my dreams, they always ended the same way. I would come so hard that my orgasm would jolt me out of my slumber and I’d find myself bathed in sweat …but all alone.
At first, my excitement was matched only by my guilt. I was convinced that wanting sex with my own father made me the biggest slut on earth. But I love my Daddy so much, and I wanted with all my heart to make him happy. More selfishly, I also knew that Daddycock would make me very happy.
Happily, I soon began to realize that sex occurring only in my sl**ping mind hurt no one, since I alone knew about it. I began to crave those dreams and I reveled in the wonderful nights they visited me. On nights when no dreams came, I would settle for masturbation in the small hours of the morning, always fantasizing about Daddy but always knowing that real sex with Daddy would bring me joy far beyond anything my fingers could provide.
Waves of these old memories flooded over me as I drove home from the costume shop, and my left hand almost involuntarily slipped under the thigh-high slit of my skirt as I drove with my right hand. I was putting on quite a show for other drivers, a fact I realized when I realized that cars in adjacent lanes were narrowly escaping accidents because their drivers were fixated on me instead of the freeway. Exhibitionism wasn’t my goal, but neither did it deter me. All that mattered to me was release from the intense horniness my reminiscences had caused. But that release refused to come. My fingers merely got me hotter and hotter and hotter.
I turned onto my home street at last, left the car sitting in the street and ran—not walked—into my house. Taking a few seconds to strip off my Elvira costume would have been the wise thing to do, of course, but I was too far gone to be intelligent. I didn’t even take time to retrieve my vibe… I jumped onto my bed, hiked up my skirt, and began to finger-fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could.
For how long, I don’t know. I was lost inside my own passion so thoroughly that time ceased to exist. It could have been thirty seconds. It could have been five minutes. All I know for certain is that I suddenly heard Daddy’s voice, harsher and more furious than I’ve ever heard it before. My eyes flicked open and he stood before me. In my frenzy, I had forgotten to lock my front door and he must have walked in and followed my moans to the bedroom.
“Slut!” he roared. “You’re a filthy little slut! Driving all over Seattle in that cat suit, with a hundred men gawking at you! Don’t try to lie about it. I’ve been watching you all afternoon.”
“Oh, Daddy, don’t be such a fuddy-duddy. It’s just a Halloween costume for Caroline’s party. You remember Caroline,” I continued, trying to defuse his rage with some misdirection, “my best friend ever since third grade.”
“It’s a whore suit and you’re a whore!”
“Daddy, this dress shows less of me than the bikinis I wore when we used to go to the beach.”
“At least you weren’t masturbating in public back then!” he raged, “giving the whole world a birds-eye view while you frig yourself. Don’t deny it! When I came in, you were you were sprawled on that bed with your pussy wide open!”
“The whole world isn’t here,” I snapped. “It’s just you and me in my house. I didn’t invite you today and I didn’t even know you were here.”
“You weren’t in your own house when you were pounding your pussy clear across town, were you?”
I must admit, he had me there. “Well . . . uh . . . you . . . uh . . .” I stammered. “I’m not 12 anymore. I’m 22 and I’m married and I’m not your little girl any more. Well, I am still your little girl, but you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” he said in the iciest voice I’ve ever heard. You mean you want to be a slut. Well, fine, you’ll be my slut too then.”
His expression was one of anger, but also one of sheer lust. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode. I was immensely excited that my fantasies seemed on the brink of coming true, but I was also scared…scared of my own Daddy for the first time in my life.
Without another word and without even a tiny bit of foreplay, he flipped me over onto my stomach, lifted my hips to get me where he wanted me, and slammed his huge throbbing cock deep into my ass in one hard thrust. It was by far the biggest dick I’ve ever taken—the biggest I’ve ever even seen outside a porn movie—and it hurt like hell, but it simultaneously felt wonderful beyond description.
I gasped, partly in fear but mostly in ecstasy. That seemed to inflame Daddy even more—both his anger and his passion. “Shut up,” he hissed. “And don’t you dare try to get away!”
Escape would have been impossible, even if I had tried. Daddy’s left hand gripped my hip, fingertips digging into my soft flesh, and his right arm pinned my head to my mattress.
He pounded me with thrust after thrust, never pulling back so much as recouping for a moment before shoving even deeper into my ass as his weight pressed me even further into the mattress. As I gasped for air, I was surprised to hear myself screaming, “Yes! Oh God!” as an orgasmic wave swept over me.
My words seemed to inflame both Daddy’s lust and his anger. “You like it, don’t you?” he rasped. “Tell me you like it!”
“I love it Daddy! It feels soooo good! Fuck me hard!” I gasped as a second orgasm sent my body into spasms.
“Let’s see how you like it when I come in your cunt,” Daddy growled. He flipped me onto my back and shoved his cock into my dripping wet pussy. Riding me fast and hard, penetrating me all the way to the hilt, he leaned forward and began to suck my nipples. The shaft of his cock rubbed against my clit as he fucked me and I could feel his pulse, feel the bl**d gushing through his cock veins as he fucked me. His weight lifted off me momentarily each time he pulled back, so I took advantage of the moment to grind my wet pussy against his cock.
“It feels so good!” he moaned, and began to pump more gently but even faster. Suddenly I heard his guttural groan merging with my own orgasmic shrink. Then everything went dark.
I don’t know whether I came so hard that I fainted or whether my head hit the headboard of my antique brass bed. I don’t know whether I was unconscious for seconds or minutes. When I came to, Daddy was standing over me with tears streaming down his face.
“Thank God you’re awake!” he said. “I couldn’t live with myself if I’d killed my little girl. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry I can’t begin to…”
“I’m fine, Daddy. I had a worse headache from the champagne at Cousin Sara’s wedding reception.”
“I don’t mean just that,” he said softly. He hung his head low for a long moment and seemed to be struggling for words. “I should never…There’s no excuse for what I did…It’s just that…”
“Just that what?” I prompted.
“Well . . . you . . . uh . . . you grew up so much faster than I expected and you became so beautiful and I found myself …uh…responding in ways I shouldn’t have.
And it got a million times worse when I realized that you were having sex with other guys, but not with me. I tried so hard to fight those thoughts. You’ve got to believe that.”
“I understand, Daddy, and I know how hard you resisted. I was doing the same thing.”
Daddy looked at me in amazement. “You mean… you mean that…” he stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence.
I had an entire flock of butterflies churning in my stomach, knowing that it was a now-or-never moment—it was time to offer myself to Daddy completely and hope for the best. It was a hopeful sign that Daddy was talking to me about things that would have been impossible for him to say to me just a few days ago, but there was no way to know how he’d react to what I was about to reveal
I took a deep breath, summoned every bit of courage I could muster, and said, “I’ve had sex with a few guys, and some of it was great. But there was always something missing, something they couldn’t give me. None of them made me feel the way my Daddy does. Nobody else was ever as kind and as loving and—to tell the complete truth—none of them ever made me as weak in the knees as Daddy does. I’ve wanted you every bit as much as you’ve wanted me but I didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid you’d be disgusted or that you’d hate me.”
Suddenly, his arms were around me and he was holding me the way he did when I was a little girl. “I could never hate you, Britt,” he said. “I’d give anything to take back those terrible things I said to you. You see… I hated myself and somehow I took it out on you.”
“So you don’t really think I’m a slut?”
No, baby, not in a million years. You’re just a normal young woman with normal desires who has a filthy pervert for a father.” Tears streamed down his cheeks as he spoke.
One moment I didn’t know how to make Daddy understand that I forgave him for raping me. In the next instant I did.
I knelt in front of him, undid the button on the pants he’d pulled on while I was unconscious, and let them drop to the floor. Daddy gently grasped my hands and whispered, “No Brittany, no.”
“I want to, Daddy,” I said softly. “And I want you to show me how much you love your little girl.”
He slowly nodded and made no more effort to stop me, so I leaned forward and slid the tip of his dick into my mouth. For a moment I sucked like a shy little girl, unwilling to display my cock-sucking virtuosity for fear of spoiling the tenderness of the moment. Suddenly I realized that events had moved both of us beyond all that. I tipped my head and pulled Daddy to me until his cock slid all the way down my throat.
Daddy groaned as I deep-throated him. He grasped the back of my head gently and began face-fucking me. I broke free from his grip and began to alternate between licking and kissing his cock and taking it all the way down my throat. My right hand followed my mouth up and down his shaft while my left hand gently squeezed his balls.
“Ohhhhh . . . ” Daddy moaned. His entire body began to shake and I knew he was about to come. I was tempted to let Daddy come in my mouth and to swallow every drop, but my wicked mind had something much better in store for him.
I stopped sucking and led Daddy back to my bed. He eagerly pushed me down on my back and positioned himself between his legs with his dick in his hand. “No, no” I protested softly.
Daddy looked crushed, “Oh, honey, I thought you wanted me to.”
“I do,” I explained, but you’ve already given me so many fantastic orgasms. Now I want to give you an extra-special treat. Trust me and trade places.”
When Daddy was on his back, I straddled him reverse cowgirl fashion and I guided his cock into my warm, wet pussy. Daddy loved watching my big tits jiggle and bounce as I rode him, and I was entranced watching his cock slide in and out of me. Alternating between a quick rhythm and a slow, sensuous, grinding motion, I brought Daddy to the brink of ecstasy, stopped at the last moment before he came and then rode him to another peak.
When at last he begged me to let him come, I rolled onto my back and guided his cock between my DDDs. I tried to press my breasts together around Daddy’s cock but his strong hands pushed mine aside so he could gently squeeze my breasts and tweak my nipples as he titty-fucked me. Just from the way he looked at my boobs, I knew he would love fucking them, and I was right. To be completely honest, I knew that I would love it too. Within just two or three minutes, Daddy and I were both screaming in ecstasy as we approached volcanic orgasms.
“In my face, Daddy!” I shrieked as he began to tremble uncontrollably. “Give me a facial!”
The words were scarcely out of my mouth when Daddy erupted again and again, spasmodically shooting his load across my tits, my neck, and my face.
Daddy watched in amazement as I massaged his love cream into my breasts and my face, stopping occasionally to lick every remaining droplet from his cock.
“I love your come, Daddy,” I cooed.
“I only wish I had some more to give you,” he replied softly.
“You will have more soon,” I said. “Again and again and again.”
As we drifted off to sl**p, wrapped in each other’s arms, I suddenly remembered that I had completely missed Caroline’s Halloween party. I didn’t care in the slightest. Let her have all the studs she wanted. I had my Daddy back!

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My Three Ladies, part 4 A Family Together

Part 4 The Family Together
Mary and I packed up and did what was needed to be done, to close the house up. I watched as Mary was moving gingerly around, and you could tell that she was sore inside rather than outside. It was then that I thought that an explanation would be needed to tell mum of the reason for Mary’s tenderness. I spoke with Mary who supported my idea.
After we left the house, Mary leant over and laid her head on my shoulder. I suppose that she did this because she felt safe and happy. You must remember that Mary never knew our father or grandfather. The only male that she could love, could look up to, and to protect her, was me. I was the only male person that would never break her heart and love her for who she was. And feeling this little angel laying her head on my shoulder, who wanted to be apart of me, only made me love her more.
When we arrived home, Mary was still a little sensitive and her movements were noticeable. I just hoped that mum would believe our excuse. I walked in and mum was at the sink getting dinner ready. I moved up behind her, put my arms around her body and hugged her. I leant forward and kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “How was your day honey.” Mum turned her head and I kissed her again on the lips. She said, “Mine was sort of good. How did you go down at the house? Did you fix the downpipes?” I replied, “Yes. It’s good now.”
It was then that she stopped what she was doing, put the implements down and turned to me. She grabbed me around the waist, something she never done before and kissed me full on the lips. I was taken back, but still responded to her. It was then she said, “I got to talk with you. But that’s later. Go and see Beth for me, please.” I kissed her again and told her I would.
I left her and mum returned to preparing dinner. I walked through the house, when I came to Beth’s door and knocked. I could hear some giggling and on opening her door, Mary was walking out. I looked at Mary she had that sheepish grin, as she walked out of Beth’s room. Beth was sitting on the side of her bed, when she patted the bed next to her. She had this look about her, so I walked over and sat next to her.
At that stage I didn’t know whether I should put my arm around her or just wait for her. In the end Beth broke the silence. She started with, “Honey do you remember the first time after the spa was finished and we went down to the house?” I looked perplexed and said, “Uh huh.” Beth went on, “Do you remember that time? We made love with the condoms that you found there?” Again I said, “Uh huh.” Beth then said, “Did anything happen then?” I said, “Why?” She said, “Honey, I’m pregnant and it’s been over seven weeks now, since my last period.”
I was happy and sad all at the same time. I didn’t know what to do. Then just because I wanted too, I hugged Beth and kissed her full on the lips and said, “Darling will you have my child please? I promise that I’ll look after you and make sure the baby always knows who their father is.” Beth smiled at me and said, “Yes. Darling I love you very much.” Then she said, “Mum knows and so does Mary. I suppose we’ll have to talk about what we’re going to do?” I hugged Beth for as long as I could, kissing her cheek and lips. I said, “I’m going to talk with mum. You rest, okay?”
So I left Beth and went back to the kitchen. Mum was there and turned around as I entered the room. She stopped what she was doing, walked over and took my hand and said, “Honey we’ve got to talk.” So hand in hand we walked out through the back door out into the vegetable patch. I was afraid that mum was going to scold me for getting Beth pregnant.
So we walked for a short while, when we stopped, mum turned to me, took me in her arms and kissed me. Then she said, “Darling, I want to get pregnant too.” I was stunned. I kissed mum again and said, “Okay, I think that’s great. I love you even more.” Mum went on with, “Well we’ll have to think this through, but I’m not letting us start until hallway through Beth’s pregnancy. Are you really happy?” I said, “Yes, I am Jen.” Mum reached up and we kissed and hugged for several minutes.
We stood there holding hands just smiling and talked some about having our baby and then about the consequences in town. We walked back inside and I saw Mary sitting at the table, with that big grin on her face. I said, “Still a little sore?” Mary shrugged her shoulders then she nodded her head. I smiled and mum looked at both of us and I waved it away, saying, “I’ll explain tonight.” With that I walked back to Beth’s room.
I knocked and asked if I could come in. I heard a yes, so I opened the door. Beth was lying on her bed, with a smile that I’d die for. I walked over and sat down next to her. I started to rub her back when she said, “Well you’ve got me pregnant and I’m happy that I’m carrying your child.” I could see Beth was delighted. I said, “Honey, I didn’t do it on purpose and when your period came I thought that you were ok.” Beth looked at me and said, “Well you can still get pregnant and then have your periods too.” I felt stupid.
I looked at Beth and lay next to her, rubbing her back. I moved my head in and kissed her gently on the lips. Then she said, “And mum wants to get pregnant too. How will I explain that to our child?” I said, “We’ll explain it as best we can when the question is raised. Don’t forget Mary wants to get pregnant too.” Beth just shook her head. Then Beth said, “Well you don’t have to wear them any more. So lock the door and let’s have some time together okay?” So I got up made sure the door was locked and stripped down to my boxers. I was already sporting a hard on because I was so turned on by Beth’s and Mum’s pregnancy.
I walked back over and lay next to Beth, who was still clothed. She said, “It looks like a flag pole. And what’s this you gave Mary anal. You never asked me if I wanted anal.” I laughed at that and said, ‘Well do you want to try it or would you like to be fucked by me?” She said, straight away, “Fucked by you.” With that I started undressing Beth. As I lifted up her T shirt, I found she wasn’t wearing a bra, and with her arms stretched above her head it drew her tits out across her chest. So, without taking off her T shirt I lowered my mouth to her closest tit and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
Beth began moaning almost immediately, her nipples were hard and her breast seemed to be larger than normal. I chew on her nipples, which always caused small moans to escape Beth’s lips. I reached down and let my fingers scratch across her stomach. This brought a shiver from Beth. Now I pushed Beth onto her back, while still holding the T shirt above and covering her head. I started on the opposite nipple, giving that the same attention as the first.
As I reach the waist band of her shorts, I pushed my hand past and down to her groin. I cupped her groin, letting my fingers rub her mons and pussy. Beth was now moaning deeply, and I cold feel ripples running through her body. I stuck my index finger into her pussy and it was wetter than any time I fucked her before. I wanted to taste her because I just enjoyed eating her pussy.
I left her tits and started making my way down, when Beth said, “Darling no, don’t eat me, just stick your cock in, I want a really good fuck from my husband.” So I didn’t wait I removed her shorts and T shirt and before I rolled on top of her, I was out of my boxers. I kneeled between her legs and placed the head of my cock into her pussy. As I lay down upon her, I slowly pushed myself into her love tunnel, until I bottomed out and was touching her cervix, which felt different. I started slowly withdrawing from Beth, and then pushed back into her pussy one more time. Beth hooked her legs around my waist letting her heels rest on top of my arse. I kept this up until I was sure that she was alright. Then I started ramming into Beth, who was moaning deep in her throat.
All of a sudden Beth started saying, “Fuck me lover, fuck me daddy. Just fuck me hard.’ I loved the daddy part, so I told her to call me her daddy. Beth started saying, ‘Fuck me hard daddy. Fuck your sister’s pussy.’ Her words and the way she was saying it, turned me on even more. Now I was ramming into and I was ready to shoot. Beth yelled out loud also having an orgasm, with me, which sent her up and over. Her legs squeezed my arse into her pussy and I couldn’t hold it any longer I sent a more than a usual load of seed into her waiting pussy.
As we calmed down Beth, holding me, said, “Honey, what’s going to happen to us? We can’t live here any more, people already know about Donna and I know Mary or I haven’t said anything. I don’t want them to know about you.” I nodded my head and I said, “Beth let me think about it and we’ll discuss it later okay?” She said, “Okay darling I trust you.” With that we got dressed and went out to the kitchen.
Mum was finishing up with dinner. Mary was sitting at the table reading, when Beth and I walked in. I sat at the table, and Beth sat upon my lap. Mum looked around and saw us, saying, “No, you’ll sit at your seat thank you.” Beth got off my lap and sat next to me. I had to laugh because it was something so different for Beth.
Mum came and placed dinner on the table, and we serving ourselves and started eating. Mum said, “Well you two made a racket, which gave me a thought. How are we going to deal with sleeping arrangements?’ Beth said, straight away, “Well Terry can sleep in my bed with me.” I could see where mum was going with this, so I said, “I suppose that Beth and I will share one night then Jenny and I will the alternate night.” Mary said, “what about me?” I looked over at her and said, “Well every third night. How does that sound?” Mary smiled and nodded. At that everyone was happy, when mum said, “Instead of Terry coming to our bed, I think I better buy a King size bed for him and we can come to his bed.’ Everyone nodded at that.
It was later when I was thinking of what to do about the town that I happened to be surfing the net for real estates, when I came across one where an island in the middle of the river gave us the perfect opportunity. The Island had only one road in and out. It had only residence and was used mainly for cattle. The nearest town was some 40 kilometres away and the nearest city 120 kilometres. The Queensland Gold Coast was only a short drive away. It looked like a good prospect, somewhere to bring up children, fishing, swimming, farming and no one to disturb us.
I told then girls all about this idea and that I would contact the real estate on the following day. That night after fucking mum, I talked about the possibilities of the property and she agreed that it was a good idea. I also told her that we’d sell dad’s and her home and use the money to buy this other property, keeping granddad’s place for holidays. She again agreed with me on this. Soon after we cuddled and went to sleep, enjoying lying in each others arms.
The following day I made arrangements to drive to over and see this farm. I met the real estate dealer at the farm. He had to drive 50 kilometres to meet me, and after showing me around and getting a little history of the property, I decided on buying it.
Well we bought the property, and waited until mum’s property sold. On selling it we made a pretty profit which helped us even more. We set up a manager to look after the fishing fleet and granddad’s property, which all went well. I decided to invest in cattle and started a breeding program, one bull heaps of cows. I leant how to fly a helicopter and we’re wondering if this would help us, especially when going shopping to the nearest city.
All in all everything was good. Mum got pregnant before Beth’s 23rd week and Mary, well Mary got pregnant after tampering with a condom just after mum and I said, no. Not until you’re 18 years old. That was just after the Beth’s 23rd week.
Well I’m going to purchased an apartment down near the city hospital, that was we don’t have far to travel when the baby’s came. We can travel to the apartment just before the birth. Well that’s my story I’m looking forward to being a father. I know Beth’s child is a girl, but we’re waiting for Jenny to have her check up and find out what my second child is. So we’re one big happy family of Husband and Wives now.
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