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Ripe For Picking – Part 2

The following story is entirely true and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

True Story

Creating My Hot Wife 13

Guess what really makes it worthwhile taking the time and energy to write theses stories?
It’s not the money cuz i haven’t figured out how to monetize it yet. It’s not the notoriety because none of you have a clue who I am or ever will…I think. It’s what it does in my brain and in my body. It’s simply erotic imagining that what I’m sharing with you might be getting you hard and better yet helping you blow your delicious load all over your hand and chest.

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God is a Slut Chapter 8: The Final Test

The story reaches its climax as Rachel tries to defeat Lucifer at her own game, all while wrestling with her own feelings for the devil. I included an extensive epilogue that resolves open plot points and catalogs the fate of minor characters that have appeared throughout the series.

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sperm donor revisited

I had met with a couple and arranged to breed his wife since they really wanted a baby . a few days later they wanted some more

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End of the World – Chapter 2

When I woke up, even before I opened my eyes, I could smell the coffee from downstairs. That’s nice. The kids are making breakfast. Then I smelled the cooking ham and my stomach bolted. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I made it just in time to lift the lid and then dumped the contents of my stomach. After another minute I was left with the dry heaves. Finally, when I seemed finished, I rose and flushed the toilet. I cleaned myself up and got into the shower. I wonder what it was that I ate last night that has gone bad. I’ll need to take a look and warn the kids.
I was sitting in front of the mirror brushing my hair when my brain finally turned on. You don’t have food poisoning, you idiot, you’re pregnant! Shit! I’ve been so careful and it happened anyway. Now what do I do. Do I keep it? Can I even find the right drugs here if I want to abort. If I keep it, how do I explain this to the kids? What do I say to Danny? We have been having sex almost every day for three weeks. How could I be so stupid? I’m not some silly teenager that thinks it can’t happen to her. I’ve had five kids.
When I got downstairs the kids were all gathered around the kitchen table talking. They had finished breakfast earlier but had saved some for me. Susan started dishing out some scrambled eggs and ham. “No Honey. I’m not really hungry right now. I’ll just have some coffee if you don’t mind. Maybe I’ll have some food later”. Susan got me some coffee and then returned to their conversation. I just sat there, sipping my coffee, staring off into space thinking.
The kids must have been trying to get my attention for a while. When I finally noticed their calling me they were all staring at me expectantly. “Mom, anybody home? We have been calling you for a while now. You seem to be a million miles away”.
“I’m sorry kids. I’m just thinking of all things we have to do this summer before winter comes around again. We need to finish the repairs to the house and the new fences. We need to plant more fruit and vegetables for canning. I guess my mind was off making all those plans”. They seemed fine with my explanation. “What did you want”?
Danny spoke up, “Susan and I have not worked together in a while. We thought it would be nice if we could work on the roof repair together. You want those bedrooms fixed soon and Susan is the best carpenter of the girls”.
When he finished I could see from the expression on his face he really did not expect me to allow the two of them to be alone together. Susan must have egged him into asking. Of course, with what Danny and I have been doing the last few months, it seems a bit hypocritical of me to say no, especially now with his baby in me. “I guess it would be okay”. They both smiled at each other. After a bit more joshing around everyone got up and started cleaning up the remains of breakfast.
I went to the closet and got a sweater and started putting it on. “Hey, kids. I’ve got some things I need to think about. I’m going out to Daddy’s spot for a while. Give me some alone time while I’m out there”.
Without waiting for any acknowledgement I opened the door and went outside. About 200 yards out from the house there was a small rise with several shade trees at the top. While we did not have my husband’s body, we still made a stone and marked a spot for him. I would sometimes come out and talk to him when I got depressed and was missing him. And I certainly needed to talk this out.
This would be our family plot, as we grew older. Then what I just thought hit me, “As we grew older”. There are only six of us now, maybe seven. When we are gone, that’s it. What happens to my kids when I’m gone? What happens to the world when we’re gone? We have not seen any sign of anyone in years now. We monitor the radio at least twice a week for a couple of hours and it was still silent. What happens if we get sick? We are bound to have the occasional accident. We have virtually no medicine and no doctors. Sure, I’m a nurse, and I know a lot, but I have huge limitations. Our numbers will gradually be reduced. I need to start teaching someone for when I am gone.
As I looked down at his marker I found it difficult to picture his face. Danny looked so much like his dad that I saw his face instead. “Honey, I’m sorry. I was weak. I’ve missed you and our sex together. It has been so many years and I just gave in”. I sat down in front of the marker where his body would have been if we had been able to recover it. “I’m going to keep the baby. It will be part of our family”.
For the next couple of hours I sat there thinking. It was still pretty chilly so I finally moved out so the sun could warm me. It took a couple more hours of thinking before I finally accepted what must happen and began my planning. It was lunch time when I finally returned to the house. Susan and Danny were in the kitchen making lunch for everyone. I pulled Danny aside to the living room. “Son, I know it is still a bit early in the spring but I want you to take a quick hunting trip around to the other side of the mountain”. I knew this would take him about three days at the minimum, one to get there, one to find something and then another to return.
“Mom, you are right, it’s pretty early. It will be hard to find anything, plus there won’t be as much meat on whatever I get as if we wait a couple of months”.
“I know. But I was looking at what we have and I would feel more comfortable if we could add a bit to it now”.
He nodded his head, “Ok. When do you want me to go”?
“I think tomorrow morning”. I wanted him to be away from the house as soon as possible so I could have a meeting with the girls. Things had to be decided before Danny could be included.
That night I helped Danny get everything ready. He checked his bow, got a couple of extra strings, made sure his quiver was full and then filled his backpack with some extra clothes and food. We had several guns in the house but my husband had always used the bow and now his son did the same. The guns were just there as an insurance policy in case they were necessary. Originally we thought they might be needed for safety.
When I went upstairs he was already in bed. I was feeling pretty guilty sending him off on an unnecessary trip, but I needed the time with the girls without him around. I quickly undressed and got into bed. As I slipped into bed beside him I got an idea that would ease my guilty conscience. It was also made easier by the decision I had come to earlier today.
“I know you don’t want to go on this hunt right now but perhaps this would help”. I pulled the covers down off him exposing his nude body. Then I slid down sideways in the bed facing his chest. I reached down with one hand, put in on his knee, and then slowly began softly moving it up to the crease at the top of his thigh and then back down again with a caressing touch. I moved up so my head was above his chest, I leaned down and kissed his chest and then moved over to the nipple closest to me and ran my tongue around it before sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue.
I could tell I was having the right effect on him as he began squirming around in bed. “Mom, do you want to get on top of me”?
“No, I have something else in mind”. I began moving down his chest kissing him lightly. When I reached his belly button I first ran my tongue around it and then vigorously thrust my tongue into it. He obviously liked it. His hips bucked up and something hard and wet bumped into my ear. I moved the hand that was caressing his thigh over and, with a thumb and forefinger, encircled the base of his cock and squeezed. He definitely likes this. I cupped his balls with my palm and fingers and his hips lifted off the bed and the head of his cock popped right up into my face. I turned around to look at him and he had his eyes closed. Well this should open them. I slid down a few inches so my head was poised right in front of the head of his cock. Even in the semi dark I could tell the head was glistening with lubricant. His hips were now moving up and down with my hand firmly gripped around him. I opened my mouth. The next time his hips lifted his cock up to me I just leaned forward and took him into my mouth just past the head of his cock.
A long groan escaped him. “Oh, mom. What are you doing”?
I did not say anything, just began moving my tongue around the head of his cock. I had rarely had oral sex with my husband. He was not a big proponent and I would rather have him in me. But I was really getting off on the reaction my son was having. His hips were really bouncing up and down now. He had put his hands on the back of my head and was pushing my head down his cock. I pulled back and turned to him. “Now I want you to try and not move too much. Just lay back and enjoy the sensations. And keep in mind that my mouth is not like my pussy. You can’t just stuff your cock all the way in it”.
“I’m sorry mom. It just feels so good. If you keep doing that I’m going to cum any minute now”.
“That’s okay. This is just for you. Cum anytime you feel like it”. With that I moved my hand away from the base of his cock so it was just my mouth and tongue that he could feel. I wanted him to concentrate just on the head of his cock.
His hips began thrusting up again. I knew he was getting close. “Mom, I’m going to cum. You need to move your head”. His voice sounded a bit frantic. How sweet, he was concerned I might not want him to cum in my mouth. I did not say a word. I just kept my head bobbing up and down and running my tongue over his cock. With one last grunt, he lifted his hips and held them. His cock seemed to grow even bigger and harder in my mouth. As I moved my tongue to the tip of the head, streams of hot liquid erupted from him into my mouth. The first hit the roof of my mouth and then covered my tongue. The streams kept coming. My mouth was already full with his cock, there was not much room for cum. I had to swallow. That gave me some relief. The jerks of his body became less intense and the streams smaller. When he was finally finished I gave his cock one last suck, in case he had any sperm left, and then cleaned him off with my tongue and swallowed one last time. I let his cock fall with a soft plop on his stomach and then turned towards him. He looked up at my face and touched the side of his mouth with a finger. I touched the side of my mouth and realized I had a line of cum from my mouth down to my chin. I stuck my tongue out to the side and licked off as much as I could reach. He watched with a small grin on his face. He put his arm out to the side. I reached down, pulled the covers up and then moved up alongside him and put my head on his shoulder and my arm across his chest.
He turned to look at me, “Mom, is there anything I can do for you now”?
I gave my head a small shake, “No Honey. I just wanted to do something special for you before you left”.
“Well that was certainly special”. He turned a bit on his side towards me and put his other arm around me. We were both coming down off the high and were beginning to drift off.
“I want you to be careful out there. You have a lot to return to back here”.
He gave me a sleepy “Huh”?
“Just be careful out there”.
He did not reply as he was already asleep. Just like a man. Shoots his sperm into a woman’s mouth and then falls asleep. I reached up and ran my fingers lightly over his face and then went to sleep myself.
The next morning when I woke, Danny was already gone. He had to have left before dawn as it was just getting light now. I got up and began my morning routine. Thank god no nausea this morning. When I got downstairs I made some coffee. I noticed we were almost out. Our supply has lasted quite a long time but not much longer. I took my cup and sat at the kitchen table to go over what I wanted to say to the girls one last time.
After about an hour and a couple more cups, I heard the sounds of the girls beginning to get up. I got up and began moving around the kitchen getting breakfast ready for them. Susan and Terri arrived first and began setting the table. Once Megan and Shelly arrived I began putting the food on the table.
Susan looked around and then asked, “Should I go get Danny”?
I tried to answer casually, “Danny won’t be here for a couple of days. He’s out hunting to restock our supply of meat”.
“Isn’t it awfully early for hunting? There is still snow on the ground a little higher up”.
“Well, it was a sudden decision. He wanted to get out for a while”. With a laugh I added, “Probably too much estrogen in the air around here for him”.
Susan still had a questioning look on her face, “He did not say anything about going out to me”.
“Well, like I said, it was a sudden decision. He made up his mind just last night”. To try and change the subject I added, “Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold”.
Everyone began digging in. I just sat and sipped my coffee, listened to the girls chatter, and in my mind I again ran over what I wanted to say. My thoughts were interrupted when Terri asked, “Mom, aren’t you going to eat”?
I smiled at her and replied, “I’m not really hungry this morning”.
When they were finished eating and had the dishes cleared I gathered up my nerve and spoke up, “Girls, I have a couple of things we need to talk about”. I motioned them to sit down at the table again. Once I had their attention I began, “You all know we have been monitoring the radio and TV to see if there is anyone out there. And Danny has been going over to watch the freeway in the valley. All these years we have been watching, and no sign of anyone. I think we have to accept the idea that there might not be anyone out there. We might be it”. I stopped to let it sink in.
Shelly spoke up first. “You think we might be the only ones left? When we’re gone that’s it”?
Susan broke in, “There must be people somewhere”.
“Girls, we have been listening on the radio and watching for seven years now. We have been broadcasting an ‘anybody out there?’ during that whole time with no response. I think if there was anyone out there we would have heard by now”.
The group got quiet. Megan finally spoke up, “What can we do”?
That was the question I was waiting for. “Well I have been thinking about that for the last few days. I think we are going to have to grow our family. We can start the repopulating here”.
All the girls were quiet. I could see they were thinking this through to its logical conclusion. The girls looked at each other and at me with a questioning look on their faces.
Finally Megan spoke what they must be thinking, “But Danny is the only boy”.
“Yes he is. He is the only one we have. We are five women and one man. For this to work he is our man”.
Looking at the girls faces I could see that Susan was not objecting, no surprise there. I could not tell what Shelly and Terri were thinking. They seemed to be neutral at this point. Looking at Megan’s face I could see she was not sold on the idea yet.
Megan looked at her sisters and then me, “Mom, Danny is our brother. I changed his diapers. I’m not going to jump into bed and do it with him”.
Susan jumped in, “If someone has to I will”.
Terri, not to be left out, “If Susan is I will”.
“Girls, if we are going to do this I think it should be everyone and we should go by age. And Terri, you are still too young”.
Terri folded her arms and sat back in her chair, “What do you mean I’m too young? You are always telling me I’m too young”.
“Well you are too young for this. You are still thirteen. I think you should be at least thirteen, maybe older”.
“You say I’m too young for everything”.
I needed to get control again, “And take a look at your brother. He is not a boy any longer. He’s now as big as your father was. Have you noticed how hard he works outside”?
But Megan was not being distracted, “You said by age. I’m the oldest. I don’t want to get pregnant first. I don’t want to get pregnant at all”.
This is going to take some work, “I understand. You still see Danny as a little boy you played with, teased, and yes, changed his diapers. But you have to look at the bigger issue here. I think we are all that is left. We have an obligation to rebuild and there is only one way to do that. There are no other options. And I think this is something that we should all do. But I am not going to decide this for you. I think you girls should vote on this. Majority wins. I will cast a vote only if there is a tie. Is that okay with everyone? Okay. I’m going to the next room for a few minutes so you all can discuss this among yourselves”.
As I got up the girls looked around at each other. I could see that Megan was trying hard to sway Shelly to her point of view. I pored my 6th cup of coffee and went into the front room. Once I was finished I returned to the kitchen. I looked around at the girls waiting for someone to say something. “Ready for a vote”? Everyone but Megan nodded their head. “In favor”? Terri, Susan and Shelly slowly raised their hands. After several seconds Megan raised her hand a few inches.
“Okay. Here is what we….”
Megan interrupted me, “Does Danny know this? Have you already talked to him”?
“No. I have not talked to him yet”.
“What if he does not want to, you know, do it with us”?
“I don’t think that will be a problem. He is your brother, but he’s also a guy. They don’t always think with the big head”.
“Okay. Here is what we are going to do: We are almost finished with the repairs on one of the bedrooms. As soon as that is finished Danny will move into it. Starting with Megan, one of you will move in with him and stay with him for three months. That should be enough time to get pregnant. After three months you can move back to your own bedroom and the next sister gets to move in for her turn”.
Terri raised her hand.
I smiled when I saw that, “Terri, just speak up. You don’t have to raise your hand”.
She lowered her hand sheepishly, “Why three months? That seems like an awfully long time for each of us”.
“Well, contrary to some of the books you have read here and some of the movies we have, girls do not always get pregnant the first time they have sex. Sometimes it takes a long time. The three months will give us time to be sure. It will also space things out. We do not want to have everybody pregnant at the same time. We have a lot of work to do around here and now we will have even more. We will need to add on to the house so we will have room for the babies. Our lives will be changing quite a bit in the next few years”.
Megan had been looking at the floor for the last few minutes. While the other girls seemed agreeable I was sure she still had reservations. “Do any of you have any questions”?
Terri, Susan and Shelly all shook their heads. Terri leaned over and whispered to Susan and Susan’s face blushed.
I looked back to Megan, “Megan? Do you have any questions”?
With the sound of protest still in her voice she began, “I understand what you are saying, but I don’t see why the oldest has to go first. I don’t want to be the first to get pregnant”.
Okay, here’s the moment. I said, “Megan, you aren’t the oldest”, then I hesitated. I was having trouble finding the words to tell them that I had slept with their brother and was already pregnant. Well not exactly slept. That was my problem.
Megan interrupted me before I could go on, “Yes I am. Only you are older than I am”.
I nodded, “That’s my point. You will not be the first”. Then I just blurted it out, “I am already pregnant”.
I thought everyone’s jaw was going to hit the floor. They all began talking at once. “When”? “How”? I could see Susan was mad.
I held up my hand to get them to quiet down so I could explain. “It was an accident when it happened. We were in the same bed and I was having a dream about your father and I just got carried away. It is not Danny’s fault. It’s mine. But looking back on it now, this was something that had to happen. I will be in this with you”.
Then the girls all jumped up and came over to me all excited asking questions. Even Susan seemed over her anger and was asking questions with the rest of her sisters; “What was it like? When would the baby be born? Does Danny know”? And a hundred more like that.
I smiled at them. “It was nice. I’m about one month along and no, Danny does not know yet. So when he comes home do not say anything. Let me tell him. It can be pretty tough on a guy when he finds out he got a girl pregnant for the first time”.
Susan then asked, “So who wants to come help me with some fix-up on Danny’s bedroom? We can get a bunch of small stuff done before Danny gets back”.
As she looked around at her sisters they all nodded their heads yes, even Megan. They then all jumped up and ran off to get to work. I remained sitting. That was much easier than I had expected. I had expected something from semi acceptance to full-blown refusal. I had ended up with so much more. It appears I have willing participation from three and a half.
Okay, Danny. It’s time for you to come home now.

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The Kissing Cousins

I had not seen my cousin, Fran, in some time so I was eagerly looking forward to visiting her in Ottawa on my vacation. We were born three months apart and were closer than a lot of brothers and sisters I knew. We could tell each other anything without fear of judgment. Even though she was really a second cousin once removed, or something like that, I felt a bit uncomfortable when I realized how physically attracted I was to her.
Fran developed a gorgeous figure as a sixteen-year-old. As little kids, our mothers used to bathe us together; as a teenager, she would grab a t-shirt or towel for cover if I happened by as she was sunbathing in her bathing suit. She had full firm tits, a slim waist and long lithe legs, and the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen. She was the focal point of many a jerk-off session. But that remained a carefully guarded secret.
Fran met me at the train station. The last time I saw her, she was a foxy 22 year-old. Now she was a magnificent 27. She wore a short blue skirt, just tight enough to make me a bit uncomfortable, and an oversized white shirt cinched at the waist with a belt. Her auburn hair was back in a pony tail and she looked very demur in her glasses. Although a stunner, Fran declined to show off her figure too much.
She smiled as she threw her arms around me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I tentatively wrapped my arms around her, afraid I might squeeze to hard for propriety’s sake.
“How are you, Jon?” she asked, as we headed for her car. “Just fine,” I answered, hoping the hard-on she’d just given me would dissipate. “It’s good to see you, Fran.”
“Good to see you, too, Jon. What would you like to do while you’re in town? I have some things you might be interested in,” she said. Was than grin just a bit mischievous or was it just wishful thinking?
“I’d really just like to take it easy,” I responded. “Well, you must be hungry after that trip. Why don’t we go back to the apartment to freshen up and then I’ll take you out to dinner at Barbara’s place.” Barbara had been Fran’s roommate until recently. A pretty redhead, she was the manager at one of the city’s nicer restaurants.
“That sounds good, Fran, although you look pretty fresh to me.” She blushed at that as we loaded her car and drove off.
Fran had a one-bedroom flat on the twenty-third floor of f fancy apartment. The view of downtown Ottawa, with it’s mixture of old and new architecture, was magnificent. I showered and shaved and tossed on some comfy-casual stuff. At an even 6 feet and 170 pounds, I was confident about my appearance, yet I always felt somewhat awkward when we were together.
Fran was changing in the bedroom. “There’s wine in the fridge,” she called from behind the closed door. “Help yourself.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“I’ve got mine, she replied. Fran was not what you would call a good drinker. She got a bit giddy and flirty. In the past I might have been uneasy with that, but for some reason I felt tonight might just be different.
I took my drink and stepped onto the balcony. The late summer’s sun was starting to descend and a warm breeze passed. I turned and there was Fran! She was clad in a pale blue bra and panty set. I felt myself blush and immediately turned my head. I expected her to scream, but apparently she couldn’t see me.
The lingerie accentuated what seemed to be an all-over tan. Her firm tits bulged around the skimpy bra and the panties were cut quite high on the leg, revealing much of her lovely ass. I peeked back at her, feeling my balls twitch, as I watched her adjust her garments. God, what a beauty!
Fran reached for a bottle of lotion and poured some into her hands. She rubbed lightly starting at her ankles and slowly working her way up those stunning legs. As she approached her upper thighs she slowed down and reached for her wine. She threw back a healthy gulp and continued to massage her legs. She kneaded the lotion on her hips and gently on her inner thighs. Her fingers made little circles on her soft skin then moved on to her taut stomach as she closed her eyes. I reached into my trousers to rearrange my cock as she began to gently caress her tits. She unfastened the front clasp of the bra and they tumbled forward, pushing out of their confinement.
Fran dipped her finger into the wine and traced her half- dollar aureoles on each breast. I watched with great appreciation as her nipples became erect before my eyes.
Suddenly, Fran’s hand dropped back to her panties, pulling it aside to reach her now-wet pussy. I was amazed as she bent her neck to suck on one full tit, while her other hand furiously massaged her cunt. I was afraid I’d cum in my pants but kept watching as Fran shuddered her way to a quick climax.
As she came down, Fran calmly rearranged her undies and slid into a knit orange minidress. I almost dropped my wine over the balcony when she called out my name, “Jon, are you ready to go?” Was I!
“Are you okay, you look kind of strange,” Fran said, as I came in from the balcony. I was grateful the trousers were very baggy, thus hiding my still raging hardon.
“That’s some dress,” I told Fran. “You look very pretty tonight.”
“Why, thank you,” she said, somewhat puzzled. We never commented on each other’s appearance after the first “good-to- see-you, you-look-great.” It was hard to believe this angel had cum in front of me not five minutes before. She’d never realize the thrill she’d given me.
We took a cab to the restaurant so we could enjoy a few cold ones and not have to worry about driving back. Although we got a table almost immediately, we waited almost an hour to be served. I didn’t mind, though; the company was wonderful and Barbara kept the drinks coming. By the time the food arrived, we were very relaxed. We spoke of all sorts of things, our lives and interests, and our lack of love interests at the moment.
It was nearly midnight by the time we left. Ottawa is a sleepy town where they roll the streets up at that hour. We tumbled into a cab and headed home.
The smell of Fran’s perfume had been driving me crazy all night. Once inside the cab, she thanked me for a lovely evening. Her head came to rest on my shoulder and she sighed, closing her eyes.
My eyes traced her figure, starting from the spiked heels and slowly up the length of her body, admiring her attributes and wishing I wasn’t such a coward. But we’re so close, I argued with myself. How can I make a pass? She’d be shocked, she’d kill me, she’d never speak to me again — I came up with numerous reasons to keep my hands off. But then she’d nestle in a bit closer and emit another contented sigh and her dress would slid up those damned gorgeous legs just a bit more and I’d have to start reminding myself all over again.
The little old cabbie looked in the rear view mirror and must have thought we were lovers. I saw him smile and wink, as he suggested a nice ride through the park. Why not, I thought. Just to prolong this mild body contact was reason enough.
Fran’s dress had ridden more than half-way up her thigh and I wondered if I should try to rearrange it myself or wake her up. But she seemed so peaceful I just decided to enjoy the show. So stare I did.
“What are you staring at?” she demanded, suddenly awake. She tugged at the hem of her dress, trying to cover herself. It reminded me of her days as a modest teen. She seemed quite agitated. Oh, no, I thought, my worst fears are coming true. “I… I… nothing…” I stammered.
“Jon, I saw you staring at me. What on earth could you have been thinking of?” I could just see myself taking this cab right back to spend the night at the train station.
The driver sensed disharmony and sped to the apartment. Fran got out and stomped her way inside as I paid the fare and reluctantly followed.
I felt like a puppy who had just chewed up the master’s slippers and was waiting for the rolled-up newspaper. Fran was waiting by the elevator, tapping her foot, watching the lift’s indicator as it approached the lobby. Not a word was spoken the entire ride up. When the doors opened she brushed by me to unlock the door. When she didn’t slam it in my face, I took it as a good sign.
I sheepishly entered the apartment. “Close the door,” she huffed. She lock the door and turned to face me. Here we go, I thought. Excommunication from the family.
I couldn’t look her in the eye. “I guess you had too much to drink,” she said. Was she giving me an alibi? “I think I did, too.”
“After all, you’re just a man and there are certain things that a man will do, including ogling his cousin,” she began to grin.
“You’ve always found me attractive, haven’t you, Jon?” Uh- oh, better be careful here.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I answered still not look at here, wishing I were somewhere else.
“Well, you know, I really admire the way you turned out, too. My girlfriends used to talk about you when you came to visit. They’d talk about your arms or your eyes and I’d say, ‘I don’t want to hear this; he’s my cousin.’
“But they were right,” Fran said. She lifted my chin with her finger. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” And she kissed me quickly on the lips.
Our eyes met and we leaned into each other for another kiss, this one slower. Then another, deeper. Her tongue probed my lips until I opened them. My tongue met hers as they twirled together in joyful greeting. Caution went out the window.
The kisses became more emphatic as we stepped closer together, pressing our bodies together. ten years of fantasies were coming true as I felt the heat of her tits through our clothing. He nipples were hard as they pushed into my chest. My hands slid down to the small of her back and I tentatively reached for her ass. She moaned softly as a I squeezed her cheek, pulling her closer. I reached for the hem of her dress and slid my hand up her thighs. I couldn’t believe the moist heat coming from her pussy! Fran opened her legs to allow me better access while our lips were still pressed together.
I licked my way down her neck, nipping her nape. She shivered as I bit her earlobe.
“Do it to me, Jon,” she moaned. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years. Fuck me now!” Fran ripped open my shirt, the buttons shooting across the room. I kicked off my shoes and yanked off the trousers and shorts. After all this time I wasn’t going to put up any arguments.
We sank onto the living room rug, and I pulled her dress down over her heaving tits while pulling it up from the bottom. I ripped the panties and bra off her as she squirmed beneath me. My dick was threatening to break off.
I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit. I had never imagined Fran’s pussy before, concentrating on her other assets. It was covered with a soft tuft of hair gently concealing her plump lips. She groaned and arched her back as she tried to get me inside her, but I continued to tease her.
“Stop that, please. Just fuck me. NOW!” She grabbed my as and pulled me right in. So hot, slick and tight. Unbelievable!
After a couple of minutes I felt the inevitable rush of cum. I warned her and she blurted out that it was okay, that she wanted to feel me pump it inside her. So I did. Long hard streams of cum jetted through me into her. She ground her pussy against me, grabbing my ass, working towards her own climax. “Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as she rumbled towards ecstasy.
I was beat but happy. She was beat and hungry for more.
“I always wondered what it would be like with you, Jon,” Fran whispered, “and it was better than I ever imagined.”
With that she kissed my chest softly as she made her way down my stomach, swirling her tongue in little circles. I shivered when I felt her hot breath on my dick, waiting to feel her lips engulf it. She licked my crown lick a candy cane, in and out, lick, in and out, around. It was like no other blow job I’d experienced, so hot, wet and slippery. I could have happily filled her mouth but I had waited a long time for this.
I gently pushed her away and rolled her over. She seemed surprised. I straddled her chest and told her “I’m gonna fuck your breasts, Fran. I want to feel your soft tits wrapped around my cock. I want to rock back and forth until I cum all over your tits and face. What do you think of that, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned, “do that to me! Please! Do it!”
“I want you to lick the head as it comes through your tit- tunnel. Keep it slick so it slides back and forth so nicely.”
Fran pressed her tits together around my cock. They were so soft and hot, wet with a combination of sweat and saliva. I went slowly at first, trying to make the indescribable pleasure last.
“I love getting my tits fucked,” she moaned. “It gets me so hot. Come on, push it, slide it in. I want your cum, cum all over my face, please. COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME, CUM, CUMMM, DO IT! DO IT!! DO IT!!! SHOOT IT ALL OVER ME!! OH, MY GODDDDD. DO IT NOW!!!” And with that she started shaking and bucking her hips against an imaginary cock. Her fingers flew to her sopping pussy where they pistoned in and out. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them around my dick. I pushed it forward and kept it in her mouth while she moaned to here next set of orgasms. The vibrations of her mouth set me off, and I managed to shove my cock back between her tits as I started to spurt, the hot load jetting onto her pretty face, as she whipped her head back and forth, landing first one cheek then the other. I sprayed my last violent shots across her tits and collapsed next to her, exhausted.
After a few moments to catch our breath, Fran turned to me. “Are you sure you can only stay the weekend?” she asked with a smile.

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Sibling Tussle

Aaron and Christina are home alone watching old videos when they decide to make one of their own.

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My Boy, Callum. (Part 2)

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Master Claims His Pet

There is something oddly erotic about the vampire. Most people can understand this, or there would not be a market for vampire pornography or, the far more common, vampire erotica or other erotica mixed with similar horrific themes. I had never read these stories, and years later when I watched the first fetish video I found it more amusing than arousing. But neither of these setbacks stopped my obsession. I kept it quiet for many months before I confided in my friends. At their looks of horror, I passed my obsession off as momentary in nature, and my friends were relieved and amused at the same time. They had no problem when I graduated high school a virgin. It was not that unusual, although all of my friends had some experience and many were no longer virginal in any way.
I had hoped that my obsession would pass when I got to college, with a campus full of horny frat boys, but I had no such luck. As the months passed, my friends became more and more concerned. I went on many first dates, but felt no ties to any of these boys. I could have gained experience with any of these boys, but refused. I felt nothing toward them. Finally, I resigned myself to perpetual virginity. I wanted nothing to do with these imitations of manhood.
My friends were shocked at first, then began to spend every waking moment changing my mind. I was not to be swayed. They eventually let up, hoping, but no longer assuming that it was simply a phase I was going through.
Again, I graduated a virgin, untouched in every way except for the occasional unsuccessful gropes in the back of the theatre by inexperienced but determined boys from my psychology or English class. I had never even been kissed. My friends had stopped pressuring me, figuring that I was happier with my decision. I got a job as a bilingual legal secretary for a group of real estate lawyers and for the next year lived life relatively happily, even if my day to day life was rather boring and lonely. Even though I sometimes noticed that the lives of my friends were more filled and consisted of far fewer nights at home alone, I never regretted my decision. I seemed to know that I would get nothing out of sex or a relationship.
That changed dramatically when He walked into the office. He was tall with broad shoulders, pale skin that contrasted sharply with his black hair and eyebrows. His eyes were so dark that had I not instinctively known what he was, I would have assumed he used contacts to darken his irises. He had an air of confidence and virility that overwhelmed me. He had an appointment with my boss, so he came up to me, seeming to glide silently across the floor rather than walk. So consumed was I that for several seconds I couldn’t find my voice to ask if I could help him. When I did find my voice I was slightly frightened to use it, fearing that my sudden passion would escape me.
In my silence, he smiled slightly, raising one of his eyebrows slightly. “I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas. Please inform him that I am here, Carol Anne.” He said it softly, but there was a hint of authority that I would never have even considered disobeying. I stood almost without knowing or realizing what I was doing and went to notify my boss that his client had arrived. It wasn’t until he went in to see my boss that I realized that he had known my name, and not just the first name that everyone I knew used to refer to me, but my middle name as well.
I knew then that he was the one I had been waiting for. I hadn’t even known I had been waiting until I saw him. I decided then and there I would have no other. I was relieved not to have been violated. I knew innately that he would not have been pleased had someone touched what was his.
My friends were ecstatic to hear that my decision until they realized the object of my ardor. One of my friends worked at the same office I did and had seen him, albeit not as well as I. They tried once again to sway me away from him, but stopped almost at once. I had become less and less close with all of them over the months, and they seemed to realize that their arguments served to aggravate rather than convince me. The two I remained somewhat close to seemed to feel that at least I would gain some experience in the ways of love, even if it was negative, and assured me that they would help me through the disappointment they were sure would follow. I never told them that if I failed I had no intention of continuing on.
I waited day in and day out for him to arrive again at the office. He had another appointment on Friday. Friday morning I woke up an hour early and tossed and turned for twenty minutes before realizing I couldn’t wait anymore. I got out of bed and tried to eat something, but my stomach wasn’t happy with my selection. I dressed carefully, trying to please. Despite my intuition that told me he wanted me, that he wanted me pure, that he would claim me today, I didn’t know how he wanted me to appear. I didn’t know how he would want me to dress, whether he wanted me to wear makeup, how he would want me to style my hair. After wasting my spare time stressing about the decision, I gave up. I dressed in a simple yet elegant skirt and blouse and opted not to wear jewelry except my small diamond earrings. I wore no makeup and simply brushed my long hair to shininess. I arrived at work early and waited nervously. I was overcome several times by the fear that he would cancel, but somehow made it through the day to lunchtime.
I ate nothing at lunch. My stomach was still nervous and I feared leaving my desk for even a moment and missing his arrival. I was rewarded. Halfway through my lunch hour, he arrived, dressed as impeccably as the first time I had seen him. My heart sped up, but at the same time I found I was unable to breathe. He glided towards me, the smallest of smiles on his lips. He came up to my desk once again and looked down at me.
“I have another appointment, Carol Anne. Please inform him that I have arrived.”
I didn’t have to do as he told me because my boss came out of his office at that moment to greet him personally. My eyes followed them into the office hoping he would glance back at me. He did not.
I got no work done during their meeting. I sat there in a mild state of panic and impatience terrified I had been wrong. Had I simply imagined that he wanted me? Or, even worse, had I displeased him in some way? So great was my fear that I didn’t hear him open the door after an hour and leave the office, although he could have snuck up on me without my fear if he so chose. I jumped slightly when he spoke in my ear. His voice was still soft; his breath was oddly cool against my skin.
“Have you saved yourself for me, Carol Anne?” His lips brushed my ear as he said it and one of his hands stroked my hair.
“Yeessss.” It came out as a sigh.
“Yes what, Carol Anne?” There was a slight growl in his voice, but I knew the answer without having to think about it.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” His words made a shiver of pleasurable anticipation run through me. For the first time in my life, there was a burning need between my legs. He had walked in front of my desk and was once again looking down at me. I looked up at him, silently trying to both relay my need to him and beg him to quench the fire. He looked at me in pleased amusement.
“Not yet, my pet, not yet. I will fulfill your needs as you will mine, but you must wait just a short while longer.” A whine escaped my partially opened mouth.
He leaned closer to me. I wanted to move still closer, but his eyes warned me to stay where I was. As he drew nearer to me, I felt the increasingly more familiar feeling that I could no longer breathe. A couple of his pale long fingers touched my lips gently. I kissed them as they danced over my lips.
“Look at me, pet.” I looked up into his dark hypnotic eyes. “I know what you need, and you will wait until I give it to you. Do not disappoint me in this respect. I will know if you did, and will not be pleased.” There was a threat in his voice and eyes that made me tremble.
“No Master. When…”
“Tonight.” He withdrew his fingers, an action that made me whimper. “You will go home after I leave. Dress in what I have left for you there. Meet me at the address I have also left tonight at seven. Do not be late.” He paused and smiled his small smile again. “I would suggest a nap in the interim.”
I watched as he left. The fire that had been licking me at the apex of my thighs had spread into all but the most extreme of my extremities. I whined again softly, only slightly understanding his influence over me, only vaguely understanding what I wanted, no needed, from him. I remembered his promise to fulfill my needs as I would fulfill his. The thought of serving, pleasing him for the rest of my days made me shiver with eagerness.
I followed his instructions. My head cleared slightly without his immediate presence. I told my boss that I was taking the rest of the day off. I had yet taken a single day of leave since beginning to work there, so he was more than willing to let me leave. He gave me a look of vague concern, seeming to believe only too well my story that I was not feeling well.
I went home, and found, not to my surprise, there was a long black dress with matching heels. I felt the fabric of the dress and found it to be of the softest of silk. It dipped low in the front, which would accentuate my cleavage. A slit ran up the right side of the dress. It ran up so high that when I put on the dress the slit would probably reach my upper thigh. Although the fire within me had dampened slightly since leaving the office, seeing and feeling his choice of my clothing caused it to burn up as brightly as it had when he was standing directly in front of me.
I did as he suggested and lay down for a nap after finally eating my lunch. After my nap, I showered carefully and brushed through my hair. He had supplied a pair of panties, but no bra, so I simply went without. Again, I chose not to wear make up or jewelry. I did look myself over in the mirror before leaving and was happy with the overall effect.
I arrived at the address indicated at two minutes before seven. Had I not driven some fifteen minutes earlier through town, I would have guessed that I had been through a time warp. The house that rose up in front of me seemed more accurately described as a manor. It was made of dark stone and the architectural details reminded me of gothic cathedrals. As I stepped out of my car, I was greeted by an older gentleman in a suit who asked me for my purse and car keys, stating that I would not need them. As stupid as it may have seemed, I handed both over to the gentleman, who bowed slightly and gestured me toward the front doors, which opened seemingly by themselves. I was almost surprised not to see the room lit by torches lined along the walls, but the manor seemed to have all modern conveniences.
A small woman also dressed professionally met me at the door. She silently beckoned me to follow her, which I did, my heart starting to race again. She led me down a long, dark hallway. I heard a piano playing in the distance, a dark piece filled with minor chords that seemed perfect to fill the dark hall I was walking through. Finally the woman stopped in front of a door. The music was louder here, leading me to believe that it was coming from the other side of this door. I pictured him sitting at a grand piano just feet away from me, which felt myself go weak in the knees. The fire within me flared up again.
She knocked on the door and left me there. The music stopped and I heard him call out in his soft voice, “Come in.”
I slowly opened the door and walked in. He stood as I did so, turning away from the piano and towards me. He picked up a glass of dark red wine and took a sip from it as he looked me up and down. I looked away and felt a blush rise to my cheeks under his scrutiny. He lowered his glass.
“Lovely, Carol Anne. But not complete, not quite.” I looked up at him, thinking he was angry or displeased. He was still smiling, however. He lowered his glass to the table sitting beside the piano and turned to pick something up from the same table. With his back turned towards me, he asked me to move closer.
I obeyed, walking up to him until he could, if he turned, have reached out and touched me. He finally did turn and I noticed what he had in his hands. It was a beautiful, black collar.
“Turn around and lift your hair.” When I had, I felt his hand dance upon my neck. I whined in pleasure. Finally, I felt the cool leather of his collar upon my neck as he attached it. He used the collar to turn me to face him. He looked me over for a moment.
“Yessss,” he hissed before lowering his mouth to mine. His lips massaged my own. As his hands ran down my body, stopping to examine my breasts and then moving down to my hips, I desperately wanted to reach up and touch him, but didn’t dare without permission. Finally, when I felt that the fire within me had reached an unbearable level, I felt him pull me into his body. His torso was hard with his muscles and as he pulled me closer to him I felt his hard erection press against my belly. Even clothed I could tell it was quite large and could feel it throbbing against me.
Suddenly, he pulled away from my mouth and let his lips trail down to my neck just above my new collar. He kissed at my neck before finally biting into it and gently sucking at me. I let out a cry as pleasurable convulsions raced through my body for the first time in my life. The feelings slowly subsided and I fell against him, no longer able to sustain my own weight.
He picked me up and effortlessly threw me over his shoulder. “Now, Carol Anne, I think you’re more than ready for me.”
“Master, I’ve been ready for you for years,” I answered him. Although I could not see his face, I heard him chuckle for the first time.
He carried me through the manor. It was such a large place that I lost track of where we were going. We went up two different flights of stairs and down several halls before he finally opened a large and ornate door. This room was apparently his bedroom. There was furniture in the room and decorations along the dark walls, but the only thing that really caught my attention was the four-poster bed in the middle of the room.
It was the largest bed I’d ever seen. It was covered in dark red and black sheets and blood red curtains hung around each of the four posters of the bed. He tossed me onto the middle of the bed, where I bounced slightly. He stood there watching me, an obvious bulge in his pants. I trembled slightly under his scrutiny.
“Get over here and undress me, Carol Anne.” Now that we were in his bedroom, his voice was rougher, more demanding. I rolled over and crawled to him despite my long dress, although I was greatly helped by the long slit up one side. I stopped at the foot of the bed, and knelt there, reaching up to start undoing the buttons on his black dress shirt, exposing his pale but muscular chest. I whimpered slightly as I slid the shirt off his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss the chest, looking up as I did so hoping to find evidence of approval. He raised an eyebrow at me, but didn’t stop me, so I continued my kisses until he stepped back, motioning me off the bed. I stood in front of him as he pulled my dress over my head, allowing my breasts to fall free. His hands brushed over them for a moment before reaching my collar. He pulled down on my collar until I was on my knees in front of him.
I nuzzled for a moment against the bulge in his pants before bending over to remove his shoes and socks. When they had joined his discarded shirt I finally reached up to reveal what I needed most. With fingers trembling from excitement, I undid his belt.
“Hand the belt to me, Carol Anne.”
I looked up at him quickly, a mixture of excitement and fear filling me. I carefully pulled his belt from his belt loops and offered it to him. He looked two fingers under my collar and raised me up before bending me at the waist over his bed. He ran his fingers over the black lace that covered my ass.
“I must say, Carol Anne, that for the most part I have been most pleased with you and your behavior, both before and after having met you in person. I knew I’d chosen well, but you have proven this to be beyond a doubt.” I felt a smile spread across my face. I somehow knew that he would rarely praise me, so hearing it now made my heart swell.
“However,” he continued, and I felt my smile fall from my face, “you are not to touch or kiss me without my permission. And while, yes, I could have stopped you, I feel it is most prudent for you to learn as quickly as possible the consequence for disobedience.” With that I felt his belt land on my ass. I jumped slightly, surprised by how much it hurt. I whimpered and held tight onto the sheets as he continued raining blows on my ass. At fifteen, he stopped. He dropped his belt and rubbed my reddened cheeks far more gently than I expected. Again he used my collar to stand me up facing him.
“That is just a taste of how I will handle disobedience. You have been warned. Now finish what you started.” I hesitated for the slightest of moments before realizing he wanted me to finish undressing him. Once again, I fell to my knees and was awarded with a slight smile. I reached up and finally undid his pants, unzipped the zipper and finally pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal what I wanted so badly. It was rock hard, throbbing slightly, and pointing at me. I whined slightly, dying to reach out and feel for him, but not daring for fear of repercussions. He watched in amusement as I tried to silently beg for more.
Suddenly, he grabbed at me, throwing me once more on the bed. This time he followed crawling so that he was over me. He stayed there for a moment looking at me before moving. When he did move, it was to place my arms over my head and produce a rope seemingly from nowhere. He used it to tie my arms together then to part of the headboard. Then he moved back, parting my legs and settling himself between them.
“Let’s see how ready you are, pet,” he said as he slowly removed my panties. He looked pleased, but not surprised to find me soaking wet. My panties had been soaked through, moistening my thighs with my lubrication. He gently spread my lower lips and examined my dripping insides.
“You are intact, my pet.” He stroked from my pussy lips up to my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me despite how light his touch was. I whined, loving his attention, but needing so much more. He smirked at me.
“What do you want, Carol Anne?”
“I want more,” I whispered.
“More? Well, in that case…” he said, and then lowered his head to my left breast. He lightly nipped, sucked and licked at the breast and nipple for some time before moving to the other, not stopping his light stroking of my pussy. I continued my whining, for the first time struggling against the ties of my arms. Finally, he raised his head and smirked at me again.
“Is something the matter, Carol Anne? I thought you wanted more?”
“Oh, Master, that feels wonderful. But…”
“But you want even more?” I nodded desperately. “Tell me what you need, Carol Anne. Be specific.”
I whimpered for a moment before answering. “I need you to fuck me.” I barely whispered the words. He smiled down at me
“What was that?”
“I need you to fuck me.” I said it louder this time.
“What?”
“Oh, please just fuck me!” I almost shouted the plea.
He complied, thrusting himself fully into me in one hymen-shattering stroke with a combination of a growl and snarl escaping from him. I screamed, arching my back at the pain. He stayed still for a moment before he started his rhythmic thrusts into me. There was nothing gentle about his claiming of me, but I had neither expected nor, despite the pain, wanted gentleness from him. With tears falling from my eyes, I simply waited for the pain to fade as I had been told it would by my experienced friends.
He never slowed his thrusts, but he did lean into my ear, his breaths slightly labored, but still cool against my skin. “The pain will fade, Carol Anne, and all the pleasure you need will follow.” I nodded, unable to speak. But I knew he was right, not because of the tales I had heard, but because the pain was already starting to fade. It took some time to become bearable, although it never fully went away, largely because he got rougher when he realized my initial pain fading. It only served to heighten my pleasure. Soon I was meeting his thrusts with ardor.
We continued our impassioned battle for some time. Moans and whimpers escaped me, intermixed with groans and hisses of pleasure from him. Tears continued to fall from my eyes, no longer from the pain but from the ecstasy that threatened to burst within me. It was stronger than anything I’d felt before, so much stronger than the orgasm I’d experience at his brief feeding earlier. As the pleasure exploded within me, he leaned down to bite into my neck again, sucking more deeply than he had before. Between the pleasure within me and the pleasure caused by his suckling I threatened to lose consciousness. I fought to maintain awareness, but as he suddenly stiffened above me, thrust deeply into me once more, and let out a low growl as he finally released his seeds within me, I lost my battle and faded from the world.

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Boy Did My Daughter Surprise Me Chapter 14

Chapter 14
Somehow I woke before the girls, after taking a shower I decided I better not push the clothing optional habits Amber and I have became used to so I slipped my lazy day shorts I had always wore but this time I neglected to put on any underwear. With the girls still in bed I thought I would fix them some breakfast to start their day. With everything ready except for the eggs I went to Amber’s room to wake them, they has made their way under the covers since I had seen them last. I looked around her room for evidence of the show they gave me only hours ago only seeing the clothes they wore to the mall piled up at the foot of her bed telling me they were probably still naked under those covers.
“Wake up girls! Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.” I said rubbing the top of Amber’s head. The girls barely moved so I repeated myself getting a better response the second time. Amber’s eyes slowly opened as she turned facing me, Emily tossed and turned before sitting up in the bed and pushed her long blonde hair from her face. As she stretched her arms behind her head the thin sheet fell revealing her small but very firm breasts, her big blue eyes stared at me as she told me good morning with a devilish grin. By now Amber was slightly awake and reaching to her nightstand to find her phone pushing the cover down showing her thick ass. “Are you serious, is it really eleven oclock?” she asked as she dropped her phone back to the cluttered nightstand. “Yeap! Its time to get up, get in here and get something to eat.” I answered as I took one last look at Emily’s perky little titties and went back to the kitchen.
I was fixing the last plate when I heard the girls coming in the kitchen so I turned to see if they had decided to participate in the clothing optional lifestyle or not, to my surprise they had both put on their shirts from the night before which did nothing to cover anything below the naval. My attention quickly turned to Emily’s little patch of blonde hair which I could tell had been freshly trimmed leaving the top of her thick lips exposed, I could feel my previously limp dick start to grow as my curiosity turned to my baby’s slick pussy wanting to see it after the intense fucking Amber gave it earlier. Now I had a very obvious hardon pushing at my shorts as I held out a plate for Amber, she took it and made her way to her seat as Emily fixed her a drink. I watched Amber’s ass as she slowly walked to her seat. I held back my smiles as she slowly sat in her seat as if she was sitting on nails, I knew her ass had to be sore. I turned to see Emily looking at me with the same devilish grin she had earlier in the bed. I handed her a plate and she quickly responded with a smile and wink and turned to the table, I have to admit to be a fan of thick asses and her little ass was starting to look very tasty. Thinking of licking that tight little ass I watched her until she sat beside Amber, knowing I was thinking about her ass she gave me that ( I know you want this ass ) look and she was right I did want that ass.
I smiled as I watched Amber wiggle in her seat and give Emily a look of pain as we started to eat. Our conversations were nothing but normal, I listened to them talk occasionally giving my opinion. They talked about going back to the mall with grins on their faces, Emily giving me a wink periodically. The two had finished their plates when Emily broke the ice “Is it ok if I go ahead and take my shower, are you done in there?” she asked looking right at me. “I just need to brush my teeth but I can wait, you go ahead.” I answered. “Well I will leave the door open if you want to come in while I am showering, I don’t mind.” she replied. I could tell Amber caught on the Emily’s flirting, her attention quickly turned my way “You go ahead, that will give me time to talk to daddy while your in there.” Amber answered. I watched the girls put their plates away and return to Amber’s room. I had finished cleaning up and on my may to my room when I saw Emily go in the bathroom leaving the door open “The doors open if you need in here!” shouted Emily. Amber must have heard her, she came into my room and sat on my bed.
“Daddy, can I go ahead and get next weeks allowance so we can go to the mall today. Some how Emily has a hundred dollars but I only have ten, I know she will want to go shopping. Please?” I looked down at my little girl sitting on the edge of my bed her left leg slowly working its way on to the bed as her right started to move farther up the bed, she leaned back on her arms giving me a wide open view of her young pussy. My little girl was teasing me in hopes of getting her money. “Please daddy!” her legs spread even farther. I couldn’t believe how much her pussy had changed since the first time I saw it, she was more than ready to lose her virginity. I stood in silence looking over the sexy young lady spread out before me, my attention was broke when I caught Emily out of the corner of my eye standing naked in the bathroom door making the gesture of a blow job with her mouth and hand and quickly disappeared. I felt the normal tug on my shorts so I looked down to see my dick again pushing at my shorts, looked back at Amber to see she was looking at the same thing. My heart raced as I thought about what I should do, could I go through with the thoughts running through my mind. My little girl was all but asking me to fuck her just as I have dreamed about but I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. “Please daddy.” Amber asked again. I stood in front of her my cock pushing at my shorts looking her in the eyes “I guess, how could I say no to that face.” I answered knowing it was her pussy I was saying yes to. A smile came across her face as she stood from the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her stomach against my dick as she squeezed me tight. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up straight causing her to stretch her reach to keep her arms around my neck picking her feet off the floor as she held on. With her feet in the air she raised them to the bed and stood taller than me still wrapping her arms around my neck and lowered her body back to mine resting her open crotch on my stiff dick, slowly releasing her grip sliding down putting only my shorts between her young pussy and my throbbing dick. “Ooh!” she said as my dick pushed against her pussy. She slid more causing my dick to bend down pushing harder against her until her feet hit the floor and it sprang back up. “Thankyou daddy.” as she turned loose and skipped to her room.
With the shower still running I decided to take Emily up on her offer and join her in the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had just started when the water shut off, I quickly looked in the mirror waiting to see her step out for the towel which she had left sitting on the counter beside the sink. I watched the curtain open revealing a sexy young lady standing as water dripped from her body. “Oh I’m sorry, do you want me to wait til your done?” Emily asked. “Don’t be silly. You know your ok, besides I was looking forward to seeing what your end of the deal looked like.” I answered. “Well what do you think? Do we still have a deal or should I tell Amber about last night?” she asked giving me that look again. “We definitely have a deal, why don’t you come out here so I can see what I have to work with.” I replied as I reached my hand out to help her from the shower. With both feet out I pulled my arm spinning her around to get a good look at her ass, knowing what I wanted to see she slowly leaned forward pushing her ass out for me until she had her hands on the side of the tub. “So, what do you think? Do you think its worth it? She hadn’t even finished talking before I was on my knees behind her licking the water from her ass cheeks. “I don’t know, I need a better look.” I answered as I pulled her small cheeks apart spreading her small dark brown butt hole and run my tongue across it. “Go ahead, get you a good taste to last you all day. I don’t want you to forget what it tastes like.” I needed no more encouragement, I dove my tongue in her tight ass as deep as I could. Her moans let me know she was liking it so I pulled her cheeks a little harder sinking my face between her cheeks tonguing her ass until I heard footsteps coming. I quickly stood up and handed her towel to her and grabbed my toothbrush before Amber came into sight, she has already took off her shirt and was carrying a bath towel. “I guess she’s ok with our clothing optional deal daddy.” Amber said laughing. “Yeah we had a talk about, she says she wont tell anybody and I believe her don’t you?” I answered to receive a big smile and a nodding of her head. “Daddy I don’t know if you can handle both of us running around naked or not!” said Amber looking down at my still hard dick trying to bust my shorts with big eyes. I told her I would be fine but I may have to make them go to bed early to take care of some things.
By now Amber was starting her water as Emily reached over to her pile of clothes and grabbed a pair of white lace thongs and held them up “I really need to get me some new panties, maybe I can get some while we’re at the mall.” she said as she wadded the panties up and threw them in the trash can and gave me a wink. “Yeah I could stand some too.” answered Amber as she stepped in the shower. Emily grabbed a pair of white shorts from the counter and pulled them on and gave me the come here finger and went into my bedroom and stood by the bed. I followed her and sat by her on the bed “What you ready for some more all ready?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and told me I was going to have to wait and made her way between my open legs. “So, do you have any preferences what she buys today or do you want a surprise?” she asked. While I was telling her I wanted to see Amber in black stockings and crotchless panties she fell between my legs and had already pulled my dick from the leg of my shorts and stroking it. “What about me?” she whispered as she rubbed the side of her face against my dick. “I would. Whoaah! Oh shit!” my breath was taken as she took my dick in her mouth and started a ferocious attack on my dick, she wasted no time sucking it hard and fast. “What were you saying? What do you want me to be wearing when you fuck my tight ass? Remember, I want to look good for Amber when she catches us.” she whispered and went right back to her attack on my dick. I could barely catch my breath enough to tell her I didn’t care as long as it was white and I could get to her ass. Before I got it all said I could feel my balls about to explode, sensing I was about to cum Emily slid her mouth off my dick and jacked it against her chest until I had covered her small tits with my cum. “There ya go. Now we need to get dressed.” she stood up and went back into the bathroom and wiped herself off with her towel and walked toward the other side of the house as I laid there trying to recover from her awesome blowjob until I heard the shower cut off.

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