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Seduced By A Divorcee

She gave me the hug,but this time, it was different. She hugged me longer, tighter and I could smell the exotic perfume which was extremely seductive. Her boobs were like two large soft balls pressing hard against my chest and her nipples were poking hard, begging to be sucked

True Story

My Dad’s Ex

There is a second part to this story….”the following summer with my Dad’s Ex”. I’ll post depending on the interest of this one. Comment or PM me and let me know what you think

Fiction

The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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Fantasy

Devil’s Island CH 4

This is a long story about several women and their fates. Not all is fantasy but based on personal experiences as a Master. Some is clearly pure fantasy, which is which is up to the reader to decide

Fiction

We Shared Her Dad

We Shared her Dad
….“I’m stealing your dad, Tiffany!.“
“No way Mel,… I’ll share, but you can’t keep him.”
….we laughed at our words. You can’t steal some other girls dad…but can you share? Tiff and I really didn’t give a damn about rules.
…I’m Melony or ‘Mel’ as I’m called by everyone. I have no dad at all. I was the product of a drunk party my mom went to and doesn’t even remember who all she had sex with, that night. She was young, but she’s turned out to be a super mom. Now for a dad. What’s a dad?….. like my girlfriends have? Tiff’s dad is the kind of dad I want. I’ve watched him around his daughter and he’s so cool. His name is Kurt.
… His daughter Tiffany, or ‘Tiff’ as we all call her, takes him for granted as he always gives her advice and attention. I stand back and just watch, but I envy her so much. At first, it was just a crush I had on him, but now it’s gotten to where I want kidnap him and keep him locked in my room. I had a plan to have him for my dad too….
Kurt…..
….I was raising a ‘coming of age’ daughter. She was at that ‘boy crazy’ time and she and the neighbor girl Melony were driving me crazy. They had another sleepovers here and my daughter Tiffany was always wanting to get my attention.
….She burst into my bedroom that Saturday morning and attack me with her tickle fest on dad. Melony stood against the wall and looked in envy, as she had no dad. I yelled for Tiff to get off me and let me sleep as I giggled with her. I had never touched Tiff but she wanted my sexual attention all the time. I had warned her before not to grab my morning wood, but she paid no attention to me. She made a grab for it as I fought her off. I said to Melony: “Mel, come and help me get Tiff off of me!”
…Mel began to smile big at the invitation to come play. Mel was a year older and had some great tits going for her hot body already. She jumped on me to help Tiff attack me, as she helped Tiff and not me. As I lay on my side with my hands covering my erection, Mel slipped her hand under the covers to feel me. Tiff was outside the covers trying to grab my erection. Now Mel lay on top of me all excited and her hand made it down to naked skin on me. I pulled Tiffs hands off me as I tickled her to make her giggle. Mel began stroking me and breathing hard in my ear.
…Tiff was distracted by my ticking her and didn’t pay attention to Mel. Mel slowly rubbed her pussy on my leg and kissed my neck. She was getting herself hot over me. I sure didn’t want to stop her, but had to because of the rules I had for Tiff about limiting the touching on me and her. I rolled over on my stomach and told them both I was coming after them both soon. Mel kept humping my leg a little and kissed my neck again. Then they both screeched as I grabbed at them as they got off the bed and ran away.
…I couldn’t stop thinking about Mel’s little moves on me. They were very arousing plus hearing her breath in my ear and her hand stroking my erection. She wasn’t my daughter and I thought how the rules didn’t apply to her that I had for Tiff. I closed my eyes to re-live the feel of her hands on me. I drifted off into a hot dream about Mel………..
…….I was laying beside her and feeling those nice tits of hers. Her hand was stroking me. Her soft kisses now moved to my lips….her tongue traced my lips… her warm breath was so sexy as it was heavy breathing. She whispered: (“…I wish you were my daddy”..) …in the dream she put a leg over me and pulled her pussy tight to me. She took my hand and put in her tiny panties. She took my middle finger and rubbed it on her clit….(“…daddy…your so sexy…hold me tight and feel me…let’s make love together…please…”)……….
…..I woke up with a someone on top of me. It was Mel….smiling away and playing with my chest hair. I had to clear my head as the dream and reality were blurred. I realized I had a big erection and it was right between Mel’s legs. Mel had locked her legs around it. She whispered: (“…Tiffany went over to Sean’s house for a while. She’ll be back later.”) I was still in a daze as Mel continued playing with my chest. She started licking my nipples as she breathed hard. I froze and let her play with me.
… Her pussy slowly moved up and down on my erection. I whispered: (“..how long will Tiff be gone?”) Mel smiled and said: (“ ..forever I hope, I want to be your daughter.”)
…My daughter?…the girl wanted me to be her daddy. My thoughts went crazy with that idea. She had really aroused me and all I could think of was a beautiful sexy daughter you could maybe have sex with. I wasn’t thinking clear, but I said for some reason: (“..how about tryouts starting right now?”)
….She got off me and left the room. I wondered if that spooked her at what I said. I heard the door bell. It was Mel’s mom. I got up and grabbed my shorts and a shirt and went in the living room to say hi. She was a cool gal and nice looking. You could see where Mel got her good looks from. Mel went into the bathroom. I whispered to Mel’s mom: (“..Mel wants me to be her dad, what do I do?”) We heard the shower go on as Mel was going to take a shower in the front bathroom. Mel’s mom Mandi scooted close to me on the couch.
…She said: “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Mel. Mel had gotten a kind of…..well…an obsession about you. Your all she talks about. She said she even dreams about you and I think a lot more. I heard her saying your name late one night as I could hear her masturbating. I found pictures of you under her pillow. I peeked one night and she had your picture between her legs as she fingered herself.
…If you could tell her you’ll be her…a…’rent a dad’ ..or a ’fill in’ dad or something until she grows out of this, I would be very grateful. Do what ever you have to, keep her happy. I work two jobs and don’t have the time to watch over her right now. She’s on the pill so we don’t have that worry. She smiled at me. “Keep her happy and I bet she can keep you happy…if you know what I mean.”……Mandi smiled directly at me, then…silence….as I slowly smiled back at her in silence…..Finally I said: “I think I can handle the job.” Mandi quickly hugged my neck and kissed my cheek. She then left for work.
….I heard the bathroom door close quietly. Mel had not been ’in’ the shower, but used that sound to make us think she was ’in’ the shower. She had been listening to Mandi and I talk just around the corner. She came out with her robe on and a towel wrapped around her (dry) hair. We both smiled at each other and she told me that she had called Tiff and her and Sean would be at the mall for the day.
….The whole day alone with Mel?….oh…my…..
Tiff…..
….Mel and I now had my dad set up for some hot time for Mel with my dad. He wouldn’t have sex with me, or even play sex games much with me, because I was his daughter…but…. he could with Mel. It excited me to set them up to do the things I couldn’t do with him. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went, when I got back home. I ask Mel for a detailed description later of everything they did…. Mel and I had been planning this for a while when Mel told me about her mom putting her ‘ok’ to my dad to…’keep her happy’. I wished I was Mel and could have what she was going to get…sex with my dad…..
… We agreed that I would call before I came home, to warn her. Sean and I went to a movie in the mall. I was so horny, I sat us in the back so we could feel each other up.
Kurt…..
…I went in to take a shower in my bedroom shower. My mind was pleasantly thinking of all the ‘things’ I would love to do with Mel. There is nothing like having a girl like Mel on top of you naked…..nothing….
Mel…..
….I could hear daddy Kurt in the shower and I knew he was naked. That picture in my mind was making me turned on as I got wet between my legs. I had heard him and mom talking and he was all for being my daddy also. I lay on his bed and held his pillow. I could smell his aftershave on it. I had to put my hand in my robe and finger my pussy a little. I was excited and now, step by step it was going to be my turn to be close with my new daddy.
…I had talked to other girls who were having sex with their dads. I envied them so much, it must be wonderful to have a dad that you can have sex with. Some told me details on how it started. One girl said it was easy, just rub up against him, or feel his dick and make him get a hardon when mom’s not looking. Others sat on his lap at first, or when he was lying down. Some said he moved on them first and they let him feel them up and it went to more from there.
… My friend Tara said to crawl in bed with him a night. Daddy’s get erections during the night and just start jacking on him. He’ll wake up and have sex with you then.
…All these stories just made me crazy.
….Daddy Kurt was going to be mine.
…I got up and slowly opened his bathroom door. He was singing behind the frosted glass. I grabbed his big towel and waited for him to finish. I could see the blurry image of him naked and also see his erection sticking straight out. My heart was pounding as I waited. He shut the water off and rolled the door open. He saw me and turn around in shock. I said: “Let me dry you off dad.” He held his erection down and stepped out. I cover him with the big towel.
…He didn’t say a word but began to smile. I dried him off slowly. He closed his eyes like ’this can’t be real’. I dried everything as I got to really feel his body for the first time. His erection has dropped some, but began to come back up. I dried it over and over. He finally spoke: “Mel…I. .a…think we….” He never finished as I dried his hair and then snuck in a quick kiss on his cheek. I put the towel back and got his robe and held it for him to slip on. His erection stuck out straight making a big tent in his robe. All this had me soaking wet between my legs.
Kurt……
….This was all happening so fast, Mel wasn’t going waste time, and time was here for us to get her obsession in high gear. I reached over and locked the bathroom door and flipped off all but the night light. I had eyeballed her body for a long time, now I wanted to take my time and enjoy the sexual high is was getting from this young girl.
….I decided to let her play with her ’new’ daddy and get her fill for the first time. She sure did….
….As soon a that bathroom light was off, her arms went around my neck and he wet lips kissed me. She gasp for air then started in with her tongue. I opened her robe and now felt those beautiful tits of hers. I pulled back my robe and let my rock hard erection go between her wet legs. She was in her own heaven now. “…oh daddy…you feel so good, hold me ….just hold me and let me feel you.”
…. I could feel her whole body had the jitters as her hands couldn’t feel enough of me fast enough. Both our robes were now on the floor. Her naked body was against mine…it was awesome. She let her wet pussy ride my erection slowly as she felt it with her fingers. She seemed to become a young girl again and whispered: (“..do you love me daddy?”) I replied: (“..yes I do Mel, and I will…., forever..”) I picked her up and carried her to my bed. She had the most content look to her as we lay together holding us tight….
Mel’s thoughts….
…Finally I have a daddy. I don’t mind sharing him but he’s mine too. Now I want to have our pleasure as only daddy’s and daughters can have. I’m going to make him so happy, anyway I can…and I know how to do that.
…I rolled on top of him. I was going to make him so horny, he’d never forget this day…ever. Little Melony is going to show her daddy just how much she love’s her daddy. I started with kisses all over his face. I let my tongue find his and let them go at it. My pussy was so wet, I could feel it drip on his erection. I moved my pussy slowly up and down on it. It felt so good and warm. I began to move down with my kisses.
… I turned so he could see my wet pussy and get horny. His big hand held my hips as he slid my pussy to his lips. I almost orgasmed with excitement. He was so gentle as his tongue creased my slit. I had dreamed of this a thousand times and now it was happening for real. I wiggled my pussy as I wanted his tongue in deeper.
…I now had my daddy’s erection all to my self. I held it and felt it all warm and my tongue went to heaven on it. It was all real now and I licked every inch of it. I slipped my mouth over it and finally felt what other girls felt with their daddy’s. It felt so good, all warm and smooth. I felt his tongue on my pussy and every time it flicked my clit…I moaned. I could take no more of this and wanted him inside of me. I quick turned and held him and slipped it inside of my tight pussy. I felt like nothing else I had even dreamed of. I worked it slowly inside and laid down on my daddy. We wrapped our arms around us and we began to fuck. It now fit perfect and a steady orgasm was taking place as my daddy held me tight. I just let it all go as I began to get so hyper I got dizzy. Daddy held my butt cheeks and we began the most wonderful fuck ever. Faster……and faster as my body was fucking on its own for the cum it wanted. I made sounds I can’t even remember as here it came. I lost my breath as I felt a mega shot of daddy’s cum shoot in me. I climaxed so hard I saw stars. Daddy moaned as he shot over and over deep in me. I just held on to the most glorious feeling of my life……I can’t describe what feelings I had next, except I was holding on to my daddy for the ride to heaven with him…..
….Jolts and spasm’s took us over as we lay locked together….all content now….all peaceful and joy beyond words……

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Fantasy

Skipper Licked Me, Daddy II

I awoke with my daughter in my bed. I stared in disbelief, then I groaned and rubbed my face. It was real. I had stepped over the line. What a stupid fuck. I padded downstairs, made coffee, then showered and dressed before Jill awoke. I felt like shit. Skipper was bouncing around all over me. He was happy as hell. That dog didn’t care what kind of attention he got, as long as he got something. He was a lot like me.
“Do something constructive,” I told Skipper, “go take a chunk out of Mrs. Jefferson.”
I heard tiny footsteps on the stairs. Jill skipped across the kitchen as I opened my thermos.
“Jill, I want to talk to you,” I said as I filled my steel thermos from the pot of coffee.
“Morning, daddy,” she stood on tiptoes and kissed my cheek. I glanced at her and my heart skipped a beat as I saw her perfect body in a see-through neglige.
“Damn!” I yelled as coffee poured over my hand. “In the first place, get dressed. Mrs. Jefferson can see everything from her bedroom window. Put some clothes on that naked ass.”
“I thought you liked this ass, daddy,” she smiled coyly, while shaking her ass.
“I do, sweetheart, and last night was wonderful, but it will never happen again. You hear me?”
“Why, daddy,” her face fell.
“Because I feel like shit and I have to go out and face the world now. I just can’t do this again.”
“Ok,” she was disappointed.
“And one more thing.”
“Yes daddy?”
“No punks in my house while I’m gone. Phillip can come over while I’m here. Understand?”
“Yes daddy,” she said, and I believed her this time.
“If he has to fuck you so damned badly, tell him to get a 69 Chevy like everybody else,” I smiled as I closed the thermos and kissed her on the cheek again.
“Can I bring a girl over?” she asked brightly.
“Sure. Make her about 40 with long blonde hair and legs clear up too here,” I held my hand to my chest, before I slipped my boots on.
“No problem. Ah, daddy?”
“Yes sweetheart?”
“I have to tell you something . . . ”
“Don’t have time now. I have to talk to Jim Reilly before he leaves for California. I think the son-of-a-bitch is cutting stove wood from my log piles.”
“But . . . ”
“Later,” I said as I opened the door. There was Mrs. Jefferson in a white flowered bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, looking at the bumper on my truck. She made a surprised face and hurried toward her house.
“Damned kids will put anything on there, won’t they?” my yell followed her into the door.
I was right. He had been cutting wood from my convenient log piles. The stupid bastard. A good thick 20 foot pine log can net me 300 dollars. If the bastard cuts the end off, leaving me with a 17-foot log, I get half as much. He finally dropped several thousand dollars from his asking price for the entire stand of timber. I made a little money before starting work. As I filled the oiler and the fuel tank, then started my saw, I was one happy logger.
My good mood carried over into the evening. I was a little pissed when my dog didn’t show up to greet me. The bastard was getting lazy. I watched the doggy door for a moment, then brushed the sawdust off my pants and stamped the mud from my boots. Mrs. Jefferson was standing behind her house, trying to see inside my back door. I could just see her around the side of my house.
“Why don’t you come over for supper?” I called. She looked startled.
“Me?” she seemed amazed.
“Yeah, you,” I said, striding around the side of the house. “I’ll start the grill and burn some steaks.”
“I… well yes,” she said, holding her hand to her chest. She fumbled with the top button on her robe for a moment, then waved timidly. “I’ll get dressed and be right over.”
I watched her disappear into the house. She wouldn’t look too bad if she’d just get rid of those thick, ugly, birth control glasses. They made her look like Urkle.
“Come on in, the back door will be open,” I called.
It was a damned good day to be alive. The sun was shining, the lawn mowers were going, and I was about to prove I was the master of the grill. I had just picked up a hundred pounds of ribeyes in Marysville. Mrs. Jefferson was back in less than a minute, wearing a blue flowered dress with a six-pack of Bud in her hand. I liked her more all the time. I had the grill scraped and going. I dropped the lid and waved her over.
She handed me a beer and I twisted off the top. I started to flick it at my neighbor’s house, as usual, then I remembered she was standing next to me. I rolled it across my fingers and slipped it into my pocket. As I did, my eyes went to Mrs. Jefferson and I discovered something. Mrs. Jefferson has breasts. Her top two buttons were undone. I could see a nice set of breasts in a lacy bra. Well, that was a surprise. And here came a bigger one. My dick was getting hard. She looked down at herself self-consciously, then smiled as we entered the back door. Her smile and those glasses made her look like a 50-year-old school teacher. My dick began wilting again.
“Jill must be around,” I said softly. Was she asleep? No, I could hear MTV playing loudly on the TV. I would seat Mrs. Jefferson on the couch and defrost the steaks. “In here,” I nodded. I closed the screen door and turned, to find Mrs. Jefferson still standing behind me, looking into the living room. I started to go around her and my heart froze.
“Uh, oh yes,” a voice cried softly. I could hear the familiar sound of sloop, sloop, sloop, the unmistakable sound of Skipper licking my daughter’s pussy. I was going to die. I was going to kill. I pushed my way past Mrs. Jefferson and looked over her shoulder. I got an even bigger surprise. Skipper was not licking my daughter’s pussy, a girl was. Skipper was licking the girl.
“Oh my,” Mrs. Jefferson said from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes turned to me and I reluctantly met them. I was surprised to see humor and excitement in them. Was she excited about picking up some new gossip, or excited by what she saw? I suddenly realized that I was touching her left buttock. I could feel it against my right hip. It was hot and firm.
We stood watching from the darkness of the hallway, fascinated by what we saw. It was very beautiful, in a way. Jill’s face was one of complete rapture. She was sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide. The girl had a hand on each of Jill’s thighs, lapping like there was no tomorrow. Jill was mashing her own breasts with her right hand, and pulling the girl’s face into her crotch with the left. The girl was kneeling before Jill on her hands and knees. She was naked and well built, from what I could see. Skipper was standing behind her just licking the hell out of that sweet young ass. Damn, that boy liked pussy.
“Yes, Tina, do me,” Jill whispered. Tina? Tina was damn hot. She looked like that Richards girl, the actress. I suddenly wished I could see better. We were too far away and they were in a dark corner near the entrance to the kitchen. Damned, I can’t count the number of times I’ve fantasized about seeing those young breasts. Maybe next time. Well, there was one place we could watch, without being easily seen. The stairs.
“Oh God!” Jill yelled.
My eyes went to Mrs. Jefferson. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, just six inches from a pussy. I laid my hand on her shoulder. A surprised look crossed her face, before she laid a hand over mine.
“Should you be watching this?” she asked in a harsh whisper. I almost died, confronting those thick black framed glasses from so close. I had the urge to rip them off her face.
“No,” I said with a shrug. “Want to leave?”
“No,” she gave me a shy smile.
“Let’s go sit on the stairs,” I nodded down the hallway. We hurried down the passage with exaggerated care. They wouldn’t have noticed us, nothing could have torn their attention away from what they were doing. Well, almost. I forgot Skipper. As we took a seat on the stairs, watching the action through the elaborate iron railing, Skipper noticed us for the first time and started wagging. Faithful old fur ball. He came bounding across the livingroom. He rushed up to us and went right up to Mrs. Jefferson. She ruffled his shinny black hair while he whined softly. His tail was going a mile a minute.
“We’re old friends,” she explained.
“Yes, I can see that,” I was hurt and surprised. My eyes went back to the girls. It was obviously Tina. I could see her well now. What a magnificent set of breasts. She had the breasts which were always bulging from a sweater. Now I could see why. They were swinging under her chest as she ate my daughter. Suddenly she stopped and looked around.
“Skipper’s gone,” she objected.
“Let’s 69,” Jill said eagerly. They positioned pillows on the couch to prop up Jill’s head, then Tina crawled on top of her. I vowed to fuck the hell out of Tina at the very first opportunity. She was the sexiest girl I have ever seen. I looked down and to my horror I saw Skipper’s nose go under Mrs. Jefferson’s dress. I started to slap him away, but Mrs. Jefferson opened her legs and scratched his back, as he sniffed and began licking. Suddenly my cock grew an inch longer.
“I want to fuck you,” I said suddenly. I had planned on saying something clever, but I was dying.
“Ok,” she said.
“Can . . . Can I fuck you in the ass?” I asked nervously.
“How big are you?” She asked, reaching out and grabbing my cock.
“Oh fuck,” I shuddered, “about six or seven inches.”
“Take it out,” she ordered, suddenly anxious. I leaned back on the stairs and undid my jeans. With her help I had them off in seconds. She yanked down my shorts and took my cock in her hands like it was a precious gift. Even to my eyes it looked like somebody’s arm. Damn I was hard.
She turned on the stairs, going down on her hands and knees. She hiked her dress up to her back and yanked down her panties. Skipper went crazy. He looked like he owned that pussy. Mrs. Jefferson looked at my cock, then smiled up at me greedily. I couldn’t help it. I had to yank off those glasses. They were making me sick. She blinked a few times and I found myself looking into a nice set of brown eyes. She wasn’t beautiful, by any standards, but she sure wasn’t ugly.
Time seemed to stand still as she licked her lips, opened her mouth and moved down toward my cock. I held my breath, waiting for that first wonderful moment. It was heavenly. I shuddered and almost came. My wife used to cum while I played with her ears or breasts. Now I knew how she felt. I was close. It was all I could do to tighten the muscles in my ass and thighs to contain myself. That damned hound lapping in Mrs. Jefferson’s pussy, didn’t help much either. Even from that angle I could see his tongue going from the bottom of her pussy to the top of the crack in her ass. He stopped and licked his lips, looking at me with that tail just a going. He shook his head, snorted, and went back to eating Mrs. Jefferson. She hissed and slammed into my stomach. I reached beneath her and found those interesting breasts. It was a very nice bra. I had seen that bra before. My wife used to wear one. It was a lace underwire. White lace. I loved white lace. Her breasts were good sized. I’ve seen worse. I fished her breasts out of her bra and began tweaking her nipples. I thought she would choke on my cock.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” Jill suddenly screamed. I looked toward the couch. Jill was bouncing around all over the place. Tina was holding her thighs apart and trying to follow the bouncing pussy. She was getting knocked around a bit. God what a beautiful sight. I don’t think there is anything more beautiful than two teen girls going down on each other. The fresh skin, silky hair, and figures to die for, make a perfect picture. Two girls just seemed to fit nicely together. Man they were hot.
“Oh,” Tina suddenly screamed. She was finished with Jill now so she could just lay there and enjoy it. Jill was eating her with a serious attitude. She seemed to be biting and mashing like there was no tomorrow. Her hands were firmly clamped into Tina’s perfect ass cheeks. Her mouth was sucking and shaking between those sweet nethery thighs. Tina hissed repeatedly. She humped her ass forward, driving her mound into Jill’s wet face. She grunted each time her pussy smacked Jill. Then it all stopped. As they both lay panting, I realized I was cumming. I had wanted to cum in her ass. Too late, the liquid fire began spurting from my balls, down my cock and into her sucking lips. She drank quickly, her eyes widening slightly as I filled her mouth with thick cream.
I gasped, trying to restrain my cries. My cock emptied its heavy load into Mrs. Jefferson’s greedy lips. She was milking my cock and sucking like a calf on its mother. She was one greedy bitch. She smiled and released me. Skipper was still eating her pussy. She turned and sat one step below me, between my legs. Opening her leg wide, allowed Skipper free access to her pussy. I reached down and massaged her shoulders. She leaned against me. I slid my hands into her bra and returned to her nipples. She moaned and laid her head against my abdomen, looking up at me. She was too far away to kiss. I simply watched as Skipper did an excellent job of eating her pussy like and old pro. I wondered again where he had learned that. Most male dogs swipe at a pussy once or twice, then try to stab it with their cocks. Skipper was the most patient male dog I had ever seen.
The familiar sloop, sloop, sloop of his tongue was a very distinctive and erotic sound. It was getting me hard again.
Jill giggled and I looked up at the girls. Tina was using a swiffer duster on her body. Tina had just reached Jill’s neck. She was ticklish there, like her mother. Tina began dusting Jill’s breasts. Jill suddenly took on a serious expression. Tina had hit her mark. Jill took the duster from Tina and leaned close for a kiss. As they kissed passionately, Jill ran the duster over Tina’s back and ass. In moments they were going at it again. This time Jill was on top. Jill had Tina’s legs beneath her arms so she could gain access to her ass. That was a new one on me. I’d have to remember that.
“Mark!” a harsh voice woke me from my daydream.
“Huh?” I asked in surprise.
“You’re hurting me,” she said, holding one breast.
“Sorry. I was carried away.”
“Sit down here,” she patted the stairs beside her. I brought a leg over her head and slid down the stairs. I tried to watch Skipper licking her pussy, but she wouldn’t wait that long. She pulled my face all out of shape to kiss me. I changed positions to get comfortable and returned her kiss. I had to admit, it was a hot kiss. She was surprisingly good at it. In a few moments I was getting a lot hotter. I broke the kiss, slid down another stair, and leaned down to suck her breast. She liked that. She held my head to her chest while I nursed and tongued her nipple. I could tell by her ragged breathing that she was getting close. I didn’t want to miss the show. I tried to watch Skipper from the corner of my eye, but that hurt. I finally broke contact with her nipple and sat up to watch. She didn’t seem to mind. She was really close now. She had her eyes closed as she leaned against me and panted harshly. I could see her involuntarily pushing her pussy toward Skipper’s mouth. I leaned forward and found Skipper with his nose pushed up inside her pussy. I could hardly see his eyes. I started counting to see how long he could hold his breath, but he pulled out suddenly and began licking her clit, while breathing quickly.
That was all it took to bring Mrs. Jefferson to her first orgasm. She mashed her face against my shoulder and held my arm in a death grip. She humped her pussy against Skipper’s nose, while the distinctive sloop, sloop, sloop, continued. Damn, that was a sexy thing to see.
With the words, “I don’t give a damn, I don’t give a fuck,” coming from my TV to mask the sounds, Mrs. Jefferson sat beside me and had a massive orgasm, the likes of which I have never seen before. I don’t know what kept her from having a massive heart attack right there on my stairs. Her face turned red, then purple. She gasped, trying to get her breath, and she clutched my arm shutting off all blood to my fingers. She sat shuddering like that for a good minute, before she clamped her legs together with a slap, evicting my happy, perverted hound.
Skipper’s black face was even shiner now. It was coated with Mrs. Jefferson’s juices. He licked off what he could reach with his tongue, then with a whine he lay on the floor and began licking his own cock.
“I wish I could do that,” I mumbled. “He sure does like the taste of pussy,” I said, shaking my head.
“It’s the honey,” she said, sitting up for the first time. “Boy, he’s good.”
“He loves his job,” I nodded with a chuckle.
“Are you hard again?” she asked in excitement.
“Oh hell yes,” I pulled my shirt aside so she could see. My cock was throbbing in time with my heartbeat. The veins were standing out all down its length. The circumcised head looked like a nuclear missile.
“Oh my,” she sank to her knees again. “I’ll get it wet for you,” she whispered. Her lips went to my cock and I whined like Skipper. He looked up in surprise. When he did, he found Mrs. Jefferson’s pussy facing him. He leaped to his feet and the sloop, sloop, sloop, started all over again.
Those lips felt so damn good on my cock. I almost begged her to finish me again. But I was an ass man. I love the intense warmth and friction of a good firm ass. And she had a tiny ass just perfect for fucking. I could really penetrate a tiny ass, with a cock like mine.
“Now,” I whispered. She turned and stood while I slid down the stairs. When my feet were firmly planted on the floor, she leaned back over my throbbing penis. The first heavenly touch nearly made me scream. Not only was my cock lubricated, but Skipper had done a good job of juicing up her ass. She found the hole for me and sank on my shaft without hesitation. I nearly screamed like a bitch. She stopped, just an inch from the base of my cock. I adjusted my legs and held her ass to keep her from taking too much. I didn’t have to do a thing. She began rocking on my knees, fucking her own ass on my cock, while Skipper happily licked her pussy.
“Owe, that hurts,” Jill yelled. I looked at the girls and found Jill eating Tina, while Tina thrust the handle of the swiffer duster up inside my daughter’s pussy. I had a good view of Tina’s firm breasts again. I just had to feel those breasts for myself.
Mrs. Jefferson was really hot and really tight. She hadn’t had a lot of cocks in her ass. I could tell that. At least not many like mine. She felt like a virgin. I was getting really, really hot. I didn’t want to cum yet, I wanted to draw it out and make it last. I grabbed her ass in my hands and held her still for a moment. She tried to mash her ass down on my cock, but then understood my actions. She held off while Skipper licked her pussy, then moved down to my fragrant cock. His harsh tongue almost pushed me over the edged. Luckily he moved up and concentrated on her ass, then went back into her pussy. She was shaking. I didn’t know if it was strain, or if her own orgasm was getting close. How much stimulation did a cock up the ass cause? I didn’t know and probably wouldn’t find out real soon.
I released my grip on her ass and she eagerly pushed that tiny ass down all the way on my cock. I had never felt my cock all the way up an ass before. It was fucking great. She sat and rotated slightly on my cock, while Skipper lapped her pussy. This was perfect. It was hot and sexy, without being so strong that it pushed me over the edge.
Suddenly Mrs. Jefferson changed and I grew frightened. She began sliding gently forward and back on my cock. I was afraid she would rip it out by the roots, but she seemed to know what she was doing. I was really churning her peanut butter now. I could feel my cock bouncing around inside her ass like the paddle in a butter churn. Man this was great. I held her ass to make sure she didn’t get too carried away. Seconds turned into minutes and I still didn’t cum. This was going to be big. It took a moment to hear her pants and slight cries. I paid attention when she began rocking harder. I was afraid she would break my cock. I held her in a death grip. She turned and gave me a sexy, determined look, letting me know she was cummin.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, closing her eyes and leaning closer. Her face was sweaty. Her eyebrows were a little too thick, but who was I to complain? She opened her eyes and sought out my mouth. We kissed passionately. I released her ass and she began bouncing on my lap. She breathed harshly, wetly through her nose while restraining her moans. Her eyes flew open in surprise when her orgasm struck. I started cumming at the same time. As I pumped liquid fire up her ass, she mashed her lips against my mouth and sucked urgently. I held her close as we shared the moment of climax, then jerked and shuddered, relaxing together on the stairs. It wasn’t long before those legs slapped together again and my poor hound was excluded. Once again he lay on the floor and licked his cock.
We were wet and messy. I badly needed a shower. “What to share a shower?” I asked, nodding toward the stairs.
“No, I should go home and change. Skipper has me all messy.”
“He likes pussy,” I chuckled.
“It’s the honey.”
“I call it juices.”
“No, real honey.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, not understanding. “Hey, why are you always watching my house?”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t think you’d notice. I used to get mad when Skipper laid on my back porch sunning himself. One day I came out to sunbathe and there he was. I decided to just ignore him. I bent to adjust my chair and his nose went into my ass. I almost died. I had a bikini on and it had slipped. After that I tried to get him to lick me on purpose, but he would stop after a few minutes and want to fuck. I like being eaten. So I bought a few little honey bears and I used honey to train him to lick my pussy. He went wild. Soon he learned that if he licked long enough, he would get natural juices from my pussy. Well you see, ever since I taught Skipper to eat pussy, I couldn’t wait for him to come over to my house. So I would watch and wait. When I saw him alone, I’d call him over. I don’t even need honey now. I have about 15 jars left, do you want some?”
“I’ll be damned,” I gasped. “That explains a lot. Honey,” I laughed shaking my head.
“I’ll run home and wash this stuff off, then come right back. We can race,” she said, slipping into her dress. She grabbed her glasses and put them on. Boy, what a transformation. She turned to leave, but I called her back.
“Do me a favor,” I whispered. She nodded listening, then tiptoed away with a giggle. I grabbed my clothes before I hurried up the stairs. I stopped at the head of the stairs listening.
“What the hell is going on here!” Mrs. Jefferson’s voice screeched at the top of her lungs. I dodged into the bathroom laughing as the screams began, followed by the sound of running teenage feet.

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Fiction

The Way of the War pt 5

There are historical truths worked into this story. although as I have said depending on the flow of the story there maybe some sex. byt basicly it is non erotic

Fiction

NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL

This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.