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Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, 1st, Piv, Inc, Coll, Creampie, Spank, Preg
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The Fort Lauderdale College Girl
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What if you had the most enjoyable sex in your life in a hotel bed in
Fort Lauderdale with a woman you didn't know? What if you were in total
darkness for hours and knew perfectly well that the young woman fucking
you was in college on Spring Break and was no older than your daughter?
Imagine what happened when the truth of my dirty deed was eventually
discovered by my daughter, my future to be determined by how her mother
would react to the disgusting news when she also found out. You won't
believe what really happened.
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My financial management company had a bad habit of sending me on long
business trips to every corner of the country at the worst times, such
as long conferences in Chicago in the middle of winter, to Portland or
Seattle during the early spring when it rains non-stop, to Washington
D.C. in the middle of summer when all the thousands of tourists are
flooding the airports and all the sights along the way to my next
meeting, and even to L.A. or Orlando when every little kid in the
country wanted to go see an animated and anthropomorphic mouse in
fantasy land. About the only thing I found as a benefit of all my
travels was knowing where all the best places were to see hot young
women stripping for a buck and a lap dance for ten or twenty. Sure,
most of them might have been just a few years older or even the same age
as my college age daughter, but all of them were old enough to make
their own decisions and perfectly aware of what they were doing.
Had my lovely daughter known I was flirting with young women her age and
hungry to run my hands over, around and under their soft tight bodies,
she might have suspected I had more than a casual interest in her when
she was much younger and still living at home. The moniker 'pervert'
would have been very appropriate had it been uttered by my only living
creation.
The fact that I was lusting over so many sexy young angels on a frequent
basis during business trips did little to affect my home life, since I
never did more than caress a naked bum or bare breast away from home, or
possibly at most give a horny hottie a little kiss right on the mouth.
I had no idea what she would have allowed to pass between her lips but
knew perfectly well that it was all for show, my money the only thing
any of them were after. My looks didn't offer them anything they could
have gotten from a much younger and more virile college guy, and my cash
didn't last near as long as they would have liked either.
Had my bride of so many years been willing to roll with me between the
sheets over the last few years, I might not have spent so much time and
money in darkened and smoke-filled lounges with loud music and scantily
clad college age girls. I loved my wife and still thought of her as a
very attractive and sexy beast, but her interest in me was no longer of
similar concern, a 'permanent headache' a condition that left her unable
or unwilling to seek out her husband's body so we could have sex.
So touring the country's best strip clubs from city to city after my
long meetings was probably the most sex I was ever going to get in my
life. Too bad, 'cause I still had enough drive to really work my lovely
wife over, if she was in the mood. My only recourse was to entertain a
few of my customers at some familiar bars that offered the right
'environment' so they would be more distracted until all the best deals
were about to hit the nicely polished conference table in their office
the next day.
It wasn't a perfect life, but it was all I was going to get, so I did
what I could and enjoyed what I could look at. Nothing else was really
that important, the view nice but the lasting effects of 'taking
something home' keeping my pants snugly zipped up.
This time I was off to the Florida coast during the worst time all year,
Spring Break. The thousands of wild college students in attendance made
getting around Fort Lauderdale and a place to park at the hotel so hard,
I almost had to fight off three guys when I got there, just so I could
park my rental car.
The overly intoxicated and under-funded male students tried to block my
way to the only spot available that they were trying to reserve so they
could camp out in the parking lot instead of paying for a room. It
wasn't pretty and was only resolved when one of Fort Lauderdale's finest
shooed them off and made certain they knew not to exact any revenge on
my rented vehicle.
The business meeting the first day at my newest prospective customer's
office was typical of my skill level, lots of high-level management
sitting in an unbroken arc in front of me and certain that I was about
to dump a load of horse crap on their big and very expensive executive
conference room table. Their expressions mirrored what I'd seen dozens
if not hundreds of times before, frowns, gaunt blank stares, mindless
drumming on an empty pad of paper with the back end of a pencil or even
someone talking on a cell phone as I walked to the front of the room.
Everyone was expecting me to stand at the center ring of their circus
and do a series of juggling and magic acts so they could be a little
entertained for a while, but rather than try to sell them anything or
impress them with my hypnotic talents, I just pulled a chair up across
the table from the oldest and meanest looking guy there and started to
have a rather quiet personal conversation with him. It took everyone
else completely by surprise, none of them sure what my intentions were
until after I had the old codger laughing so hard, they thought he was
either going to pee his pants or have a heart attack.
Twenty minutes later, I had regaled the rest of them with a dozen funny
stories and had gotten them so loosened up that it was only after they
started to ask questions that I began to do my best work . . . my job.
It was like taking candy from babies from then on.
By the time the morning was done, I was considered one of their own and
invited to a round of golf with the upper level guys during our long
lunch break, business discussed only part of the time and lots of
braggart sex stories shared between some very well-heeled older men.
From then on and every time we sat down, it was to either work a deal,
heft a drink or eat some food. The meals were great, the liquor
available without so much as a whimper, lots of fresh young skin to
admire while we were being served and more deals closed than I could
have hoped for.
That wasn't unusual for me since I'd been one of my company's best sales
reps for the last twelve years. I preferred to call myself a customer
advocate in product support, however, the title less intimidating and
far more easily accepted than something a vacuum cleaner rep would use.
Negotiations went so well with lots of profitable deals done by the end
of that week that I decided to take a break of my own after our last
late-afternoon meeting on Friday, my feet carrying me to what was going
to be a nice seafood dinner along the long line of beach restaurants.
The fact that I'd scored more than a half a dozen free meals in as many
restaurants in the area would go far with me, my stomach the guiding
factor in my level of enthusiasm to work that much harder for them.
Instead of flying back during some of the worst airport days I could
imagine, I figured I'd just stay until Monday, enjoy all the free food
during the weekend and fly out with all the other many business
travelers.
The temperature was still fairly hot early in the evening, but not
anything that I couldn't tolerate in my typical business attire. So
instead of going back to my hotel room to change, I walked toward a
friendly enough looking place and readied myself for lots of tasty
morsels. I was hoping the food would be good, too, ready to brandish my
'free meal card' at the right moment.
The sights and sounds outside the front door made the place look pretty
inviting, smells wafting through the air that made my stomach rumble
with peaked anticipation as the hostess directed me toward a nice booth.
The music blaring somewhere nearby was a clue that the younger set was
close by, a few lucky bastards probably getting some while I was doing
my best to sink my teeth into the crunchy bread sticks. But I had to
settle for seafood rather than see food walking around in short
miniskirts or tiny bikinis.
It was everything I could do to keep my tongue inside my mouth as a
large variety platter was being carried in my direction ten minutes
later. Man, what a meal! I must have looked like a starved man.
Once the food was consumed, my appetite sated and I was quite satisfied
that I had done a fair amount of damage to the platter, it was time I
followed my ears and wended my way toward the noise for some liquor and
entertainment. I was perfectly aware that I wasn't going to find a
strip club behind a nice restaurant on the beach, but by the thumping of
the beat and the volume of the music, I was fairly sure a few young
angels might make for a nice visual distraction before I went to my
hotel room for the night.
The music blaring in the bar along the back of the restaurant was loud
enough to tell anyone within a hundred yards that a party was going on
within those comfortable four walls. My original assumptions regarding
having a nice meal and then a relaxing cognac or smooth brandy afterward
were dashed when I realized what I'd really stumbled into. I shouldn't
have been so anxious to explore without an escort or a bodyguard.
Now, rather than going to a strip club further away from the beach to
watch a bunch of young hotties take their clothes off for money, I might
be able to hang around long enough to see one of a number of young studs
score in public with a college age girl. It was something I had been
truly looking forward to at their age and certainly something that made
my 'Charlie' stand proudly at mine.
Boy was I wrong about some lucky college hunk scoring.
The women in that bar outnumbered the men by about three or four-to-one!
The activities at the bar looked so good from the doorway I just had to
investigate, the music blaring, the lights flashing and moving in a mad
jumble of dizzying swirls. I was more curious than smart, my dinner now
a long distant memory and me off for a quick trip across the wide
expanse of the darkened facility to get a beer and watch the lovelies
dance or stroll by.
So much for cognac and brandy.
The area around me was so congested, all I could do was squeeze my way
between lots of hot young bodies and wish I could openly touch just one.
Well, maybe two or three. The heavy aroma of womens' perfume and men's
cologne was a strange mixture of exciting and disgusting, as if I was
immersed in a New Orleans brothel during Mardi Gras, just without the
beads and accents.
My long lost college days seemed to burst forth, the smoke, noise,
sights and sensations of so many lovely scantily clad young women enough
to tempt me to accept the offer of two Jello-shots from a little angel
that couldn't have been any older than my daughter. The instant she
called out, I knew someone was going to have a good night.
"Hey good looking! Up for a dare to do some Jello-shots?"
It was only after I turned around that I realized she was talking to me
but couldn't believe my luck. She was so drunk she had no idea who I
was or how old I could be, but to be sociable I accepted her offer and
did my best to remember what I had told myself many years before that
I'd already given up.
So much for old fantasies about sex with anyone but my wife.
"Come on, big guy. Toss it down and get ready to have some fun."
She was so loose, her move toward me was accompanied by my trying to
keep her from falling over, one of my hands capturing one small barely
covered breast and the other on her upper arm. What a task that was,
but I didn't mind.
By the time the second shot had disappeared down our throats, she was
already anxious to buy me another one, just so I'd stay and keep her
company. It didn't take long to find out that all she wanted was a nice
guy to talk to, a big shoulder to lean on and someone to pay very close
attention to her. When she sidled up to my side and leaned hard against
me, I figured she was about to fall down. Instead, she tucked her mouth
close to my ear and tried to softly whisper.
"Can you stay and keep me company . . . please? Nobody's been nice to
me all day and I'm getting kinda lonely. Please stay. I need a friend
right now and you look kinda cute."
"Sure, Angel. I'll be your best friend until someone a lot nicer and
better looking comes along so I don't crimp your style. There's nothing
wrong with a good looking sweetie like you having too many guys to pick
from, so I'll clear out when you tell me that you'd like to hit on some
other guy, okay?"
"You're cute! I think I'm gonna like you a lot, but only if you stay."
And with that, she placed a very wet and very amorous kiss on my cheek.
I gave her my attention and much more, lots of friendly eye contact and
even a bunch of fairly casual caresses and jostling bumps against her
body when someone behind me forced us tightly together.
She didn't seem to mind the additional physical contact, her body
pressed hard into mine after the third 'accident', her hands gently
testing my resolve by tugging me closer, each of her moves to see if I
might be willing to 'play' along. I'd play, alright, but would only do
so if nobody saw my hand disappear from view.
As more people began to pour into the small bar, my playmate and I had
to assume a closer and more intimate posture against each other, my
hands frequently positioned close enough to her ass or titties that she
knew perfectly well that I thought she was horny and sexy.
Her next fairly stifled comment cleared the air completely.
"It looks like you're just as naughty as a lot of these other guys, just
all dressed up to look like a dreamboat with some talent and style. Are
you gonna keep pretending to bump into my ass or titties, or are you a
guy that just likes to make it hard for a girl to know what he's after?"
What had started as relatively innocent conversation and friendly casual
contact turned into almost blatant suggestions and overt offers. She
was so horny by the time half an hour passed, she wanted to prove that
she could be 'nice' by offering me a blow job right there in the bar.
With her mouth again pressed tight to my ear, she breathed her slurred
and alcohol-laden words straight into my soul.
"You know that you're making me hot by not putting the make on me,
right? I can't resist a guy that tries to be all proper and sweet, but
has the eyes of the Devil and hands that are aching to work his magic on
my clit. Would you like to see me work my magic on you too? I could do
you right here . . . and I'd make it worth your while, too."
I had to politely refuse, but I really didn't want to, almost seventeen
long years passing since my wife had even considered making me the same
offer at home with all the lights in the house and a few more homes
around us turned off.
"Angel, it might not be a good idea for us to do that right now. We've
got all night to have fun and I don't want too many other girls around
you to think I'm that easy. I'd rather torture them just as much as I'm
teasing you, okay?"
"Ahhhh, come on, Honey! The other girls don't care if I blow you right
here. It might help them to find their own guy so they could get some
afterward and leave me and you alone so we could do it on the bar and
then later on in your hotel room once you got me warmed up."
This little wild-child wanted an audience so she could get more turned
on and then had the carelessness to encourage me to take her 'home'.
Damn, it was hard to talk her out of it 'cause I truly needed some
attention of my own and ached for a pair of sexy female lips wrapped
around my Charlie, slowly to envelope me completely until she was
pushing her nose into my pubic hair.
Leaning especially hard into her body and pressing my chest into her
barely covered breasts, I whispered loud enough for her to hear, but not
so loud that anyone else could tell what my plans were.
"Not now, Sweetie. If we have a chance a little later, you might be
able to talk me into it. Right now, how about if we just have some fun,
okay? I might be able to make it worth your while, but we need to be
just a little patient and considerate."
Rather than accept defeat, she slipped her right hand down between our
bodies and claimed her first prize, the firmness of my cock something
that seemed to fill her with even more determination.
"Well, okay, Honey. But if you're not gonna let me suck you off right
now, I guess I'll just have to get you a little more drunk so you won't
be able to resist me next time. If you're not gonna give this to me so
I can suck on it, then you better not say anything about me holding or
touching it when nobody's looking. Now, before you get the crazy idea
that you can get away from me, get your hand up under my skirt before I
make a scene."
While she was manipulating my Charlie enthusiastically from the outside
of my slacks, I slipped my hand up under her already short skirt and
down inside what ostensibly had been called panties at the store where
she purchased them. My fingers lightly danced over her perfectly smooth
and completely hairless quim, the softness evocative of a baby's bottom.
The silky feel of her bald cunny drew me in like a magnet, my digits as
comfortable with that sensation as I was in my customer's conference
room earlier in the day. She seemed so pleased that she gripped my cock
quite bruskly and pulled, as if she wanted me to take it out so we could
have a corporate merger without all the lawyers present.
It had been so long since I'd felt and enjoyed the smoothness of a
woman's genitalia that I slowly lost a lot of my inhibitions, my hand
cupped around the fullness of her hairless cunny and teasing her with
gentle upward and inward tickles. I might have wanted to finger her as
far inside and for as long as I could, but this wasn't the place and I
knew nothing about the college age troublemaker that was encouraging me
to finger her for hours.
She seemed to know I was getting cold feet because she splay her thighs
apart slightly and pushed her hips into my hand, urging me to satisfy
her need for a quick orgasm. The instant I claimed her clitoris and
gently began to roll it around lightly, she went rigid, stood straight
up and seemed to take on the expression of a woman looking at
Frankenstein's monster.
Less than two minutes later, she was leaning hard into me and doing her
best to hang on, a nice quick cum something that seemed to take the edge
off. She looked and seemed to feel a lot better after that. After she
collected herself, she smiled, brushed her hair from her face and then
casually hefted two drinks between our faces.
"Here! Let's get drunk together."
Just then, we were interrupted.
"Hey, Patricia. No fair! You need to share what you got here. Come
on, handsome. Let's do some 175's."
Two Jello-shots from my first 'girlfriend' turned into yet another tipsy
dolly challenging me to a series of 175 shots sitting in a line at the
end of the bar. My balls seemed bigger than my brains and my full
stomach supposedly able to protect me from getting as wasted as she was,
or so I thought.
I was tugged very uncomfortably further to the far end of the long and
busy bar, another gathering of unattended beauties trying to attract as
much attention as they could, drinking unashamedly and making enough
noise to encourage a football team to investigate.
My first party-playmate kept me in her grasp the whole time because she
didn't want to lose the only guy that had helped her feel good, and a
guy that she might be able to score with in bed. The fact that she kept
pushing her hips into my body or hand after we stopped was ample proof
that I'd been considered her property until she was either too drunk, or
I accepted her first offer for oral or full sex.
What I'd never allowed myself to accept since I got married was eagerly
pushed into my hands like so much free air, a fairly nice looking but
rather plain young lady that wanted something more than just an ear to
share some quiet secrets with. This woman wanted some cock and she kept
urging me closer to my breaking point, her skirt intentionally lifted so
I could push my hand up underneath and claim a soft parcel of Heaven
that she was eager to offer.
She kept up her almost continuous attempts at oral sex, her words less
determined and far more desperate as each of my polite refusals was
tendered. I really didn't want to turn her down, but I had no idea how
many men she'd already been in bed with and knew the consequences of my
actions should I slip just once.
"Come on, Honey, let me give you a nice blow, okay? I'm really horny
right now and could do a good job, honest. I'll let you fuck me as much
as you want to afterward, but only if I can disarm you so we can screw
for a couple of hours without me getting all knocked up."
Sure, I'd touched a number of dancers at strip clubs around the country,
but that was considered acceptable, was highly restricted and also very
closely monitored. My first party-playmate had no such restrictions nor
were there any bouncers to prevent a wayward set of mature digits from
venturing up under her short skirt and then down inside her perfectly
tight panties. Ohhh, how I ached to give it all to her.
The little slut just kept it up, pushing me nearer that unseen magic
boundary that spelled my doom or salvation. Each time she'd look at me
with her bloodshot and half-closed eyes right into mine, I could almost
see my little girl in this situation, no inhibitions because of the
alcohol and a need to have a wonderful memory because of the pressure
from her many friends in attendance.
They kept egging her on with wordless hints and suggestive movements, an
older man just as easy a 'score' as some drunk college guy. The fact
that I had money made their efforts that much more intense, at least two
rounds of fairly low-proof booze my only contributions for a while.
"I came all the way to Fort Lauderdale to have some fun big guy and you
look like somebody that I can have lots of fun with. Here . . . take
another feel of this tight ass. If you're good to me, I'll let you
finger me for more than a few minutes right here if you want to."
Once my hand disappeared under the bottom hem of her skirt for a bummy
grab, she must have figured I was totally convinced she was going to be
my sleeping partner for a couple of days, her eyes locked into mine each
time we faced each other.
Rather than be offended by such a provocative move by a wicked young
vixen with so many people around, my lewd smile appeared to heighten her
resolve. That was proved to everyone around us when she gently drew my
face closer to hers so she could ostensibly whisper something, only to
lay a really nice lip-lock on me that I had no desire to break.
If she was going to push me for a kiss with my hand up her short skirt,
down inside her panties and her friends were encouraging her the whole
time, then I'd do my best to make it a pleasant memory for one of these
careless collegiate angels.
After the first two long kisses, she was practically pouring herself
into my arms, a look on her face like one I'd seen on my wife right
after the wedding reception. Except this look was being conducted in
public, with her friends' support and constant need for confirmation and
neither of us knew each others' names.
Nature called her at the most inopportune of times, a number of threats
made to her friends that I was considered her 'date' until she found
another one.
"Shit! Stay here and don't go away. I need to go pee and you better
not go running off with any of my friends. You belong to me until I'm
satisfied and I plan on being satisfied really soon."
She then turned to her friends and in a drunken slur, openly threatened
them to keep their mitts off.
"Now listen, you Ho's, this guy's mine, so don't get any ideas about
giving him a blow before I get to do it first. I gotta go pee and I
expect y'all to be nice and wait until I get back to take your clothes
off so he'll fuck you first. I mean it . . . he's MINE!"
"Sure . . . what-EVER, Patricia."
I finally knew her name, but that wouldn't have mattered, to either of
us at all. We were beyond first names, sex our only interest then.
As soon as she was out of sight, the 175-girl sidled up to me and did
her best to convince me that out of sight was out of mind.
"Patricia's got no special ownership of you, Sweetie, so let's kiss for
a minute until I figure out where I'm gonna blow you."
"Hold on, Becky. I wanna kiss him too!"
"Wait your turn, Marsha."
Even though her friends pretended to agree with their drunken friend's
original foolish assessment before she left, as soon as Patricia was out
of sight, those two made a play for me and I was swapped in rapid
succession between a double-dose of drunken and aroused college coed
lingual and labial madness.
I had no illusions of what I was doing and who I was doing it with,
their soft lips and anxious tongues kissed, sucked and explored with as
much enthusiasm as any single guy in a dozen mile radius. All three of
them knew I was married, the bright gold band on my left ring finger a
beacon for them to hone in on, as if they knew I was 'safe' from any of
the STD's that their college suitors might have given them.
Becky and Marsha held back nothing after Patricia left, my face turned
in one direction for a round of French kisses with Becky, and then
almost painfully tugged hard the other way so I could do the same with
Marsha. Rather than refuse their advances, I did my best to give them
every measure of my lingual lust, their lips, tongues and even their
chins nibbled on. They were so turned on, nothing seemed too perverse
or nasty, Becky eventually trying to kiss down my neck and in the
general direction of my slacks.
But her moves came too late, Patricia pushing her way through the crowd
and Marsha acting as lookout for her other friend so Becky didn't get
into any trouble.
"BECK! Pat's coming!"
Becky groaned, returned to an upright posture and acted like nothing in
the world was wrong as Patricia settled hard into me. It was as if my
first drunken playmate had some supreme power over the other girls, a
college agreement assumed before I walked into the bar forcing the two
later arrivals to keep their distance.
Once my original girlfriend Patricia returned, all three of my now
adventuresome honeys made a game of who was going to dance more lewdly
in front of me or tease me hard enough to make me blush. They must not
have expected me to have attended so many strip clubs around the
country, just as many young college girls in all those other cities
doing their best to work their magic on my mature body and mind, and
work more money out of my pocket instead of my hands into their panties.
Patricia was the first to find a spot for me to sit so she could splay
my thighs wide and dance very close to my hips, her hands frequently
tugging the bottom hem of her short skirt high enough that her tiny
panties came into view more than once. They were so incredibly small
that I could have used them as dental floss.
As soon as she began to push her pantied and barely hidden cunny into
my crotch, I had to slow her down. I didn't want to, but it was more
for her good than mine. Rather than accept defeat, Patricia sat on my
lap and tried to slip her hand down inside my slacks, but all she got
was a round of tummy tickles as my defense mechanism. She liked the
playful diversion and accepted that I wasn't about to give up my tool.
Becky was the next one up, her see-through panties revealing a very
prominent clitoris that seemed to be calling to my mouth for surrender.
I was about ready to concede defeat and slither my way to the floor so
I could do her, but Marsha wanted to try her best to distract me too.
Marsha seemed the least provocative and careless of the group, her
manner of dress a bit more conservative than her two friends. Her small
hip hugger panties were actually very cute rather than nasty, something
I might see on my own daughter at home or possibly along the beach no
more than a hundred yards outside the back door.
What had started as a fairly comfortable and rather gentle dance for me
was interrupted when someone forced Marsha forward and into me, my hands
catching her hips up under her skirt. The instant we came together, she
succumbed to the moment and lunged her hips forward, pushing hard enough
into me to force our genitals together, our clothes our only protection.
Marsha was lost for a moment, both Patricia and Becky encouraging her to
do more when the least adventuresome of the lot pushed her lips to mine.
We kissed very openly and incredibly amorously, my arms around her body
and her hips pushed into me as if we might in fact be having sex.
After fifteen or twenty seconds, Patricia could finally take no more and
told her friend that she'd had enough of me, my first playmate helping
the confused and slightly happier college sweetie up and away from my
body so Patricia could pour herself over me and kiss me just as much.
A recent favorite piece of music broke my girls' interest temporarily
and they all stood and danced with each other right in front of me. It
was a sight that made for a lot of wonderful memories and masturbatory
sessions for years.
The entire time I was in the bar after that, I had those three and a few
times about a dozen very young and fairly normal looking girls around
me. None of them were knockouts, but all of them were cute enough to be
seen with in the bright light of day. A couple were even sexy enough to
want to tempt into a public sex act, although it wouldn't have bode well
for me at the time.
It seemed that I was a better catch than any of them had anticipated,
well to do, mature, 'skilled in the arts' and close enough to touch.
What I didn't have in youth and good looks, I was easily able to make up
for in maturity and money. Instead of 'spreading the wealth' and
getting a lot of innocent young women in trouble, I kept my wallet
tightly restrained and only bought a couple more rounds.
Aware that I could make this last more than another half hour, I tugged
my original trio toward a table that was vacated and ordered a bunch of
food to go along with the booze so the girls would last a bit longer. I
was having such a good time, I wanted to stay until the last possible
minute, Patricia easily my first pick. She was the one that fit my
needs, was nice and tall, lovely little titties and had already given me
a chance to sample from her hairless cunny.
The food and another round of drinks was enough to seal the deal for my
first girlfriend Patricia, her desire to be my permanent arm decoration
so strong, she didn't notice my left hand slipping under her arm and
inside the loose-fitting top she had on. In the dizzying light of the
blaring strobes and twirling colored lights, I gently cupped her small
and soft left titty and played with her nipple, her attitude unchanged
until she tried to lean forward to reach for some munchies in front of
us. That's when she noticed.
But instead of being humiliated or embarrassed when she became perfectly
aware of my hand fondling her breast, it only served to drive her on
that much more.
"Sooooo! You're finally gonna play along, huh Sweetie? Okay! If you
wanna play with my titty, go right ahead. But don't you dare try to
stop me from finding something that belongs to me, now."
After that, she had at least one of her small hands hidden under the
darkened table and massaging my cock until I was ready to fuck her on
top of the table.
We were quite the couple for a while, both of her friends just as horny,
but not able to get near as much male attention as she was, primarily
because she was so possessive. For the first time in a long time, I was
the meat about to be served, and I reveled in all the sweet attention.
It had been so long since I was considered a catch that I lost whatever
reluctance to have a little fun with a bunch of fairly anonymous girls.
We knew each others' first names, but no more. That's when I was
offered something that I could no longer resist.
"Honey, please give me another nice little cum right now, okay? I'm
really super horny right now and need one really bad. If you're not
gonna let me blow you, at least you can finger my pussy and play with my
clitty until I have a cum that I've been needing for a while. Come on,
please? Just a little one? If you want to, after you've gotten me all
worked up and ready to pop, we can leave and go to my or your hotel room
so we can fuck like we both really want to."
Somewhere between a few rather innocent hugs and some whispered words
telling me that her hotel wasn't that far, I had at least one hand up
her skirt under the table and inside the elastic of her panties, rolling
her clitty around just enough to give her a public cum that seemed to
melt her right into the chair. I knew her friends could see what I was
doing and how Patricia was enjoying herself, the smell of sex so strong,
a dozen or more people around us kept looking in our direction and
smiling. They knew what I was up to but never once interfered.
She was a real pussycat after that, her only desire to look deep into my
eyes and tell me nonverbally that she had fallen in love with an older
man, a perfect stranger that knew where to rub her just right. To seal
the deal and give her something to dream about for another five years, I
tugged her right leg over my left far enough that I had complete access
to the front of her cunny, her panties pushed down slightly and my whole
hand worked inside.
She was both horrified and incredibly anxious to be the object of my
digital affection once I had assumed a fairly dominant position, because
I had her gyrating to another openly public orgasm right in front of her
college friends in seconds, her hips undulating in obvious sexual intent
and her attitude one of complete surrender.
She had a look on her face that extolled the many benefits of young
adult female masturbation, an older man perfectly capable to diddling a
young vixen without making a scene or a big deal about it. And yet, I
was able to provide my temporary partner with enough pleasure to last
her for months, her energy level still high enough that her rhythmic
thrusts into my hand could be seen by anyone that cared to notice.
Instead of wasting our time talking about empty promises and nonsensical
subjects, I worked that angel over until she slowly rose to a full order
cum, whimpers, moans, undulating hips and all.
What a display!
I was a little surprised nobody called the cops when the fullness of her
orgasm was evident and she bellowed her appreciation for all my hard
work in a continuous whine that had no equal.
The other two young women seemed to share in the excitement with her,
Becky flailing at her own nubbin under the table excitedly while I was
doing my magic on Patricia. Marsha was most likely pretty naive,
because all it took was watching what we were doing for her to
appreciate the sympathetic vibrations of my digits over Patricia's
clitty before Marsha was also following along.
All three of them popped within seconds of each other when I afforded
Patricia with cum number four, both of the other girls settling down
into their tall chairs and softly undulating their hips as if a lucky
guy had his dick stuffed all the way between their supple thighs.
If only it could be me.
The evening slowed a bit after that, Becky and Marsha more embarrassed
about what they had done with so many people around. The mood was
broken only temporarily, my wicked playmate practically sucking my
earlobe off to get me to provide her yet another cum within a minute as
her last one dissipated into the darkened area under the table. I
hadn't even gotten my hand our of her panties and she already wanted me
to give her another one.
By that time, all of my fellow revelers were pretty well lubricated and
needed to consume something more than alcohol or a man's cock, so I was
able to coax all three of them into eating some real food back in the
eating establishment I had left earlier.
We stumbled our way back toward the restaurant, only to find a more
intimate table for all three of them to have another public cum under
the protection of a bright red and white plastic table cloth. Nobody
within a hundred miles was the least concerned about three college coeds
working their own hands or enjoying the sensation of my fingers and toes
doing the work for them inside their pretty panties.
It was incredibly reckless for me to work both of my hands and one of my
sock-ensconced toes between hungry and supple thighs, Patricia and Becky
just as eager for digital masturbation as I was to provide it.
Neither of my 'hand-maidens' offered any resistance whatsoever when I
slipped my digits upward along their smooth bare thighs and then down
inside their tiny underpants, or whatever they might have been called.
It looked horribly wicked to see my own hands tucked snugly between
their silken thighs and so deeply into such tiny panties, their already
short skirts or dresses tugged high enough to display to anyone in a
dozen feet that I was conducting a rather interesting sex experiment in
a sea food restaurant.
Marsha wasn't ignored in the least, my shoe slipped off so I could
wiggle my left foot between her knees and far enough apart so I could
begin to tickle her pantied quim. I didn't get inside her shorts, but I
didn't need to. She was happy just to be a welcome part of the fun.
I was a real pussy-hound that night, the first time since college that I
had scored so well, three hotties my best one night accomplishment. My
fingers, hands and one of my big toes smelled like female pheromones and
felt like I'd been changing the oil in my old roadster, lots of slippery
lubrication almost dripping from my digits by the time the food arrived.
If my wife or daughter ever found out what I'd been up (or down) to, I'd
be drawn and quartered and then served up as jerky for them to munch on
for years.
We ate and once that distraction was completed, went right back to the
bar and pounded down another few rounds until 'my girls' were far too
loose to stand on their own. Becky and Marsha were coaxed away from me
and Patricia by two fairly good looking guys their age, which left me to
make good on a sweet offer whispered into my left ear.
"Come on, Honey. You did such a good job on my clitty that I need to
return the favor. I don't care if you squirt inside my pussy anymore.
All I want is to feel something hot and hard inside me back in my hotel
room. Come on, Baby. Please?"
Somebody young, eager and horny had this unrelenting urge to be fucked
hard, but only in her own bed behind a closed door with no other
witnesses and in a long slow progression of sexual fervor.
It was the least I could do after having gotten her engine started and
running on high idle for so long. She was so finely tuned, all it took
was the slightest caress and her hips were about to thrust wildly and
flood her panties with more youthful vigor than I'd seen in years.
I thought my luck might be running pretty damned high when I had to help
Patricia out of the place before she fell down stone cold plastered, my
left arm wrapped around her back and my hand tucked under her arm, the
softness of her bare breast tempting me to go through with her appealing
invitation. But Pat was just a little girl, barely older than my own
daughter, too young for me to take advantage of, even though she was
considered an adult by the laws of the State of Florida.
She was drunk, incapable of logically defining her actions or from my
taking advantage of her and my guilt prevented me from doing anything
more than gently play with any portion of her barely dressed body with
lots of loving caresses using my fingers.
We hadn't gotten twenty feet out of the restaurant and bar before she
was almost in my arms like a bride, about to be the victim or her own
foolishness with a perfect stranger. But Patricia was safer with me
than I might have let on, her virtue to be preserved so some younger and
luckier fool could rob this lovely of any lubricated enthusiasm between
her thighs at a later date.
I had a wife, daughter and career to consider, and fucking a drunken
college freshman wasn't something that would look good on my resume
after I got fired. Ohhhh, but was I tempted!
Marsha saw me trying to keep Patricia steady and on her feet, her last
'date' nothing she wanted to write home about. Their safety was assured
when I convinced them to let me take their festivities back to their
hotel room, sex no longer an option.
Brenda was with a couple of her friends back in the bar, her safety
ostensibly managed by others so I was off the hook. If she was going to
have sex with someone, it wasn't going to be me, nor would I be the one
held accountable for harming her if she was unconscious at the time.
Strangely, both Pat and Marsha seemed to sober up a little bit after
that, something about getting pregnant in Florida not something that had
as much of an appeal as it did when they were singing the praises of
youth, alcohol and lust, and my fingers and toes were sending them to
stratospheric heights under cover of our restaurant table.
I had two of the sexiest plain young women in my arms for another hour,
their feet so unsteady, I had to practically carry them after we got
half-way to their hotel. They were giggling and acting silly the whole
way, laughter, sexual innuendo and open dares tossed in my general
direction as we walked through the sodium-lit and very busy streets to
their hotel.
What I had thought was going to be a safe refuge for them to sleep off
their alcohol, turned out to be yet another opportunity for drunken
revelry, their hotel suite and lots of the other ones on the same floor
filled with just as many party animals as there were at the bar we had
just left. This didn't bode well for any of us, least of all the girls.
Fortunately, I was able to find a small bedroom that had a lock on the
door where I put both Marsha and Patricia inside, lay them comfortably
on a single bed together with their clothes on, and even took the time
to sit with them for a few minutes as they kept urging me to stay with
them for a little while.
To be nice, I slipped both hands up their soft thighs, under their
skirts and gently tugged their panties down. Their butts shifted up
just high enough to allow the tiny elastic garment to snap free, and
moments later their thighs were splayed wide. They were easily afforded
yet another digital cum, both sets of my index and middle fingers doing
what I had wanted to for years.
Doing their best to compete with the noise and music outside the closed
bedroom door, they practically howled when I drove them right over the
edge of excited bliss, both of their hands gripping any portion of the
bed linens they could find. I was supremely proud of myself at that
moment, my first ever dual-cum with two college coeds. It was going to
make for wonderful memories for years to come.
After they passed out I found some tissues, wiped their shaved cunnies
up, kissed their nether lips a few times, reinstalled their panties and
then rose from the bed. Moments before I walked through, I locked the
door so I could leave them alone in absolute safety. I was thinking of
what someone would do to my own daughter if she was ever stupid enough
to get that fucking drunk and lay unconscious in bed, nobody around to
protect her if a guy wanted a quick anonymous screw.
Still wearing my suit and apparently looking like 'meat' ready for the
slaughter as I tried to make my way out of their drunken domain, I was
immediately challenged by another three freshmen angels to a series of
'boiler-makers'. I tried to politely turn them down, but the alcohol
I'd consumed before was beginning to cloud my judgment and I was right
there with the best of them after the third dare.
The next three hours were pretty much a blur, except for one incident
where someone broke the last working overhead light in the room by
trying to show off. From then on, we danced, talked and a few couples
had sex in the darkened room, temporarily lit by butane lighters or an
occasional light from the hall when somebody opened the hotel room door.
It seemed the many younger college aged attendees were just as intent on
remaining anonymous as I was, no lights forced into our domain so none
of us had the opportunity to see who we were with, or who we might be to
somebody else. There was a stronger need to remain unknown and allowed
to have unobserved pleasure so our joint adventures could be remembered
as having been just fun, no guilt or pressure levied on any of our young
and very happy party.
Caligula probably didn't have it as good as I did that night, lots of
soft and often times bare skin for me to gently fondle as the conscious
and vertical did their best to stay that way. Half of the girls in that
room were so loose, they began to strip naked to add to the revelry. I
didn't mind one bit, my hands able to sample from lots of small and even
a few well-endowed angels that had more hormones than brains.
I don't know how many tender breasts, full asses and shaved pussies I
was permitted to rub and cup, firm nipples eager for lots of loving
stimulation, a few naked bums fondled with just as much glee as a high
school kid on his first date and a wayward digit encouraging at least
one anonymous angel to have a quick cum.
The music continued, the smoke filled the room, the alcohol flowed and
the mass of energetic bodies just kept moving as a single living mass.
There was more heat, hormones and health risks in that one hotel room to
make a judge, doctor and priest happy for years.
In the dimly lit sanctuary of lust, I saw a few guys messing with some
cocaine and tried to ignore it, hoping they would get the message
quickly enough and go to other places to partake. When it was finally
offered to me, I told the nearest young lovely that she ought to dump it
or I'd ruin it for everyone and call the cops. We were having plenty
enough fun without resorting to destroying any brain cells or
permanently damaging our collective hearts.
At first, she was completely incensed, but after I whispered to her that
her body was very lovely and so incredibly sexy just as it was that she
had no need to alter or hurt it with something that was only a brief
experience. I could give her a much better sensation for much longer,
if she truly wanted it.
She disappeared with her drugs for a couple of minutes and when she
returned with empty hands, she grabbed me by the arm, pulled me toward a
wide couch along one wall, pushed another two couples out of the way and
encouraged me to prove what I was talking about.
I'd never given a college coed a lingual orgasm in front of so many
people before, her thighs against my ears, her calves hooked behind my
head and her hips rhythmically undulating into my face for almost an
hour. I made it well worth her while, a desperate plea for me to give
her a break so she could finally go pee and then get something to drink
the only reason I stopped.
It was only after I wiped her up and kissed her shaved snatch one last
time that we got a round of applause, a few observers keen to thank me
for 'doing her' so well. I was both proud and humiliated at the same
time. Ahhh, but what fun it was.
Once she was up and gone, another two couples decided to try what I had,
one of the couples a very liberated female pair. I actually watched in
rapt excitement as they kissed, touched, fondled, fingered and then
orally pleasured each other, right there in front of me and all the
folks in the dimly lit room.
Somewhere after two in the morning and still bathed in near total
darkness, I had been coaxed by one and then a few more angels to remain
in their company, my hand around this anonymous young lovely that had a
strong need to be played with, my hormones having a greater effect than
my normally level-headed intelligence. One of the things I noticed
right away was how hoarse her voice was, most likely because of her near
constant wailing and hollering from an almost continuous party.
What the Hell? She was 'of age' and looking for a good time, me the
nearest hot male body that was interested and still standing on his own.
The softness of her ass, the firmness of her body and the enthusiasm in
her heart convinced me to show her a good time without any real effort.
In the darkened fray, she finally pulled me to the side and tried to
tell me in a loud whisper that this was her first beach trip because her
dad was a real asshole and never let her party like she wanted to. She
had never been brave enough to rebel against her dad until this trip, a
strong need to find the right guy so she could finally enjoy the fruits
of her youth for the first time.
It took a few seconds, but I was able to determine which 'first time'
she was talking about. That just made it easier for me, my hormones
already peaking.
As I caressed her almost exposed ass, she whispered into my ear that she
was finally going to see what it was like to live on the wild side and
began to rub the front of my hips, working her hand further and further
down my body until she had a firm grip of something hot, hard and horny.
We were acting no differently than a lot of other couples, many male and
female, but a lot of lesbian action going on and working me into a wild
frothing lather. Soon enough, we were kissing in the dark, I had my
hand down inside her G-string panties and she was doing her best to work
my cock out of my pants. After I gave her a fairly restrained digital
cum, we barely made it to an empty bed before we were naked and all over
each other.
I drove her absolutely wild with an hour and a half of cunnilingus, her
thighs around my ears and fingers gripping whole wads of my salt and
pepper hair as she tried to hang on and whimper. She'd never had such a
thrill in her whole life, lots of admissions about older men aware of
how to pleasure a woman much better than stupid college boys that just
wanted a quick screw and then disappear to the next female dorm room.
She was so incredibly soft and smooth and her Mons Veneris waxed so well
that she felt like a little girl of four or five. I know, because I
used to give my own daughter baths at that age fifteen or sixteen years
ago, my hands familiar with the sensation but missing any chance to
'partake', since daddies just didn't do that sort of thing with their
own little girls. At least, we never talked about it to each other.
She finally couldn't take anymore and pushed hard against my forehead,
her need to reciprocate eagerly anticipated. For the first time in my
adult life, I was being deep-throated, this naked young woman doing a
far better job than I could have hoped for.
All too soon it was over and I was rendered 'safe'. The next thing she
wanted was sex, all of the preliminaries now taken care of, both of us
satisfied and me adequately disarmed.
She loved me so much better that night than my wife ever did before, my
younger lover's energy level more than a thousand times higher, her
sexual passions completely unrestrained and her intense need to get
everything that was due her because of the venue and her freedom. That
night and in the safety of the very dark room, it was a loving and
talented older guy that she whispered words to that almost made my heart
stop cold. The fact that her voice made her sound like someone had his
hand around her throat filled me with dread, as if I was hurting her.
"Please don't get mad or freak out or anything, but you kind of remind
me of my daddy and I've secretly had a fantasy that I never told anyone
about until tonight. I hope you're not all grossed out or anything."
"No, Baby. I think it's very sexy for you to share that with me."
Hearing that only fueled my enthusiasm more, the idea that I was eagerly
fucking someone's little girl turning me into a raging sexual monster.
I'd never considered anything so wicked in my life, a young college
woman no older than my own little baby girl eager for a man to fuck the
stuffing out of her during Spring Break.
I never heard or asked for my partner's name and had no desire to share
my own, only one thing that we both wanted, needed and were going to get
that wonderful night. It was the only time over the last six years that
I'd gotten any, a medical condition affecting my lovely bride's attitude
and rendering me celibate for the rest of my life, until that one chance
in the darkened room of an anonymous girl's hotel room.
After she was satisfied we'd shared enough hip-to-hip action, I turned
her over and nestled my face between her thighs, my lips and tongue the
perfect means to bring her down slowly just so I could build her right
back up again. My wife had never let me give her oral pleasure after we
had sex, but I had no such restrictions with my anonymous lover, an
almost passionate feast shared between her thighs until she was close to
fainting. I kept that college angel cumming for so long, she was
practically screaming for me to give her a break so she could 'have' me
for a little while again.
After I let go and kissed up and down between her naked thighs, she
pushed me to my bare back and gave me a blow job that I couldn't have
imagined could be so good, her lips like electric silk, her hot tongue
dancing across my cock with the skill of a twenty dollar crack-whore and
her suction so strong, she swallowed me whole when I unloaded into her
anxious mouth.
Once rendered 'safe' again, she climbed on for another ride and fucked
me in the dark for an ungodly amount of time, my stamina surprising even
me. It was most likely the feeling of her tight young body, the
knowledge that I was having sex with a young woman that was not much
older than my own daughter that drove me to utter and total madness, a
never-ending series of long upward strokes into her tight wet vagina
until she was literally wailing above the sound of the music.
Having been 'hungry' for a woman far longer than I chose to reveal, I
knew where to rub, how hard to push, when to shift my hips forward and
back, and then side to side, her orgasms a never-ending source of
stimulation that she openly admitted she'd never enjoyed before in her
life. I felt quite proud of myself as I played with her small B-cup
titties and tweaked her nipples with one hand while I found and then
commanded her clitty with the other one.
We fucked like animals far longer than any of the other couples, a few
other young ladies watching anxiously for an opportunity to have a turn.
I even had a couple of the lesbian couples looking at me with hunger.
Unfortunately for them, my 'date' had no desire to relinquish her prize
and kept me firmly between her splayed thighs and rode me like a naked
female bronco buster in an unlit arena.
Some time around five or five thirty the next morning, we were silently
showering together in the dark, touching, playing with and exploring
each other, even after I'd already ventured onto 'virgin' territory for
hours. She never provided a lot of details, but I surmised that this
had been her first liaison with a man, none of her history preparing her
for such an enthusiastic screw. I was particularly proud of myself
after that, a virgin fuck something that I'd always wanted, but was
afraid of because of the screaming and the blood.
The fact that she had been masturbating for years, both clitorally and
vaginally made our joining easy, loving and incredibly comfortable.
Still, fucking a virgin college coed did leave me with a lingering
feeling of having violated so many creeds, laws and covenants that I was
going to pay for this in the harsh light of day later on.
After fucking in the hot water of the shower in about three positions,
we rinsed and dried each other off and somehow found a queen sized bed
that wasn't completely occupied, our last joining a long, slow and
passionate roll between the sheets for no other reason that just to feel
good until we woke up.
I stroked that angel as lovingly as I could while she lay on top of me,
her arms around my body, her lips locked onto mine and her hips
undulating onto me so I could work my manhood as far into her tight
collegiate body as I could fit.
I actually made love to that precious little thing, although 'little'
wouldn't be fair because she was as tall as my wife, five foot nine.
She took to my ministrations as if she'd never been pleasured in her
whole life, this her obvious first genuine 'good time' with a man after
she finally whispered her secret into my left ear.
"I need for you to know something, okay?"
"Sure, Baby."
"You're my first . . . and I'm really glad I found a man like you to
share it with me. Instead of just fucking some college guy, I wanted my
first time to be special, with an older guy that I knew nothing about
and would never know for as long as I lived. I hope that doesn't sound
crude or nasty."
"Actually, it makes sense and I'm proud that I was your first. It makes
all the many years of being a celibate married man worth it."
"For real? You've never had sex outside of your marriage before?"
"No I haven't."
"Oh My GOD!"
She almost attacked me after that.
So many circumstances seemed to fall into place that night, my ability
to touch, fondle, masturbate and then fuck college girls something that
I'd never imagined I'd ever be able to do. All of my dreams and quite a
few wild fantasies came true that night, nothing but unrestrained sex
shared between two people that needed something more than just thirty
minutes of copulation.
Those first thirty minutes with my anonymous lover turned into hours.
We fell asleep just as the sun was starting to influence our wrecked
surroundings, neither of us looking into the other person's eyes as we
held each other snugly and danced sexually as we slowly drifted off.
Some time before the sun rose high enough, someone was smart enough to
pull the window shades so we would have another few hours of darkness to
recover for yet another night of revelry later that day.
I probably didn't get more than three hours of sleep, although that was
plenty enough underneath a naked college student, our sexes joined and
hands preventing each other from moving more than an inch in any
direction. Having two lesbian couples in bed right next to us, my
shoulders were locked in place by the hot wet bodies of very skilled
female lovers. My long work day couldn't have ended any better than
that, no matter how good a deal I may have done at my customer's office
the week before.
The first thing my lover wanted when she stirred after waking was to
start kissing, even with my mouth reeking from alcohol, seafood and sex.
We munched on each others' lips and tongues for quite a while, our eyes
closed and nobody else in the room that wasn't in bed with us aware of
anything that we were doing . . . at least for a while.
When she whispered 'Good morning' into my left ear, I actually heard her
begin to softly cry. I wasn't sure if she was humiliated for having
sexed and slept with an older man, or what might have bothered her. The
music was still going, loud enough that we had to place our lips against
the other persons' ear just so we could communicate.
Once she was able to utter a coherent string of words, she spoke right
into my brain in her strained and almost incoherent voice.
"I wish tonight didn't have to end. You've been so incredibly good to
me and have given me more pleasure than I could ever imagined any guy
would in my whole life. I know you're older and have a wife to go home
to, so I promise I won't act really stupid and make a scene if you want
to just get up and leave. But, I still wish you didn't have to."
It was time for some soft admissions of my own, honesty at the moment
safe enough to share because we didn't know each other, were laying
naked in the dark and knew we'd never see each other again in our lives.
"I wish I could keep you too, Angel, but have obligations that I can't
get out of at the moment. Even though you've given me more sex than
I've had for many years, I still have a commitment I need to honor with
my wife and will return to her in a few days. I'd really like to keep
seeing you, but know it would make both of our lives pretty difficult,
because of our age difference and the fact that I've been married longer
than you've been alive."
"It really wouldn't matter to me, Honey. I could love you just like you
are right now, wife and all. All I know is how incredibly complete I
feel at the moment, as if for the first time in my life, I'm alive and
happy. It probably doesn't make sense, but I just need you so much."
"Please don't get too attached, Angel. We both knew last night that we
couldn't take this beyond the cruel light of day, in spite of my desire
to provide you more than I've ever given my wife or daughter."
"You have a daughter?"
"Yeah. She's probably a little bit younger than you, but wouldn't have
the guts to do anything like this. She's so proper and naive that
she'll probably be a virgin on her wedding night. I know this doesn't
sound very appropriate, but part of the thrill for me last night was to
think of her for a minute or two when I was making love to you."
"Do you love her? Would you like to fuck her too?"
"Yes I do love her. But I've just never had the guts to show her how
much I want her 'that' way because of the typical daddy/daughter
limitations of our normal relationship. Her need for sex has probably
been stifled because of my staunch view about discipline and the need
for her to wait for the right guy to come along. I probably haven't
been fair to her, but I'd rather she be old enough to make her own
decisions with a clear head than to follow her friends' advice and just
get fucked. That's why I wanted to be so special to you last night, so
we could remember this as a very lovely time that we both shared as
loving and caring adults."
She then pressed her mouth to my ear and breathed more words right into
my head that blew away any sense of propriety.
"Do you want me to call you 'Daddy' for a little while when we make love
again? I could give you one Hell of a good fantasy to keep for the rest
of your life, and she'd never have to know anything about it. You could
pretend I was your daughter and bang me with all the enthusiasm you'd
ever built up, just so you two could have a more loving relationship
later, just without the sex."
"Would you really be willing to do that? I thought that would make it
seem cheap and disgusting for an older guy to ask such a thing."
"I'd actually enjoy pretending that you were my daddy too, because I've
also kind of wanted to have some special moments with my own father.
He's so handsome and loving, and kind of like you in that he doesn't
show the truly tender and intimate love for me 'cause he's afraid I
might get the wrong idea. We both know that incest is wrong and looked
down upon by everyone. But it's still so hot to think that he might
want me in a sexual way. If you don't mind, I'd like to pretend for a
little while, please?"
We lay quietly for a minute, our candor spilling forth and affecting how
we might feel for many days, weeks, months and years from now. It was
only after I built my courage up enough before I pulled her tight to me
and whispered right into her brain.
"Be my little girl . . . please? I'll be your daddy for as long as you
want. I'll be good, loving and incredibly affectionate . . . Baby."
"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me good."
We went at it with even more enthusiasm than I remembered from last
night, the sound of our fucking so loud, a few other people in the room
took notice and started to pay attention.
"If you two are gonna make all that noise, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
Right then, my lover began to peak, her body stuttering and her hips
undulating onto mine.
"DADDY! DADDY! Ohhhhh, Dahhhhhhh-DEEEEE!"
I filled that angel up with as much spunk as I ever had produced in my
life, the sound of her strained little girl voice, the size of her
titties and feel of her body making me think my own little girl might be
in somebody's bed at the same moment I was in this one.
She passed out moments later, my constant attention to her clitty and
the incessant shove of my cock as far inside her tight body way too much
for such a sexual neophyte.
I got us up out of bed with a lot of difficulty and no help from her and
washed both of us in the bathroom still in the dark so I didn't ruin the
sweet fantasy. Once she was clean and dry I found a safe place for her
to be, between the same two lesbian couples where we slept earlier, lay
her down, kissed her one last time and got dressed to the glow of a
flickering cigarette lighter.
Before I could leave, she somehow found me in the dark and wrapped her
arms around me from behind. It had to have been my cologne or the soft
light I was generating while getting dressed, since without my poor
illumination, it was almost pitch black in there.
"Please don't go! PLEASE?"
I turned around in her grasp and hugged her just as snugly.
"Angel, I HAVE to go. You know we can't be together after tonight."
She cried in my arms, naked, weak and hungry for a love affair that we
both knew wouldn't work. I desperately ached to share one with her, my
many travels across the country enough of an excuse to see her on a
fairly frequent basis.
But that was mere foolishness. I had responsibilities and had already
been horribly callous by sexing a sweet young thing that I didn't know.
The only thing I could do was hug, kiss and whisper to her.
"We'll always be able to remember this time as something that was very
special, our bodies and souls forever intertwined and together, even
though we'll never see each other again. You'll be okay, Angel, really.
Trust in your heart that you'll find the right guy soon enough, okay?"
"Okay . . . but I wanna remember you somehow. How can I do that?"
She wanted a souvenir, but I had nothing other than money and my wedding
band. It was time to be creative so I started to look around.
In the dim light of the room, I saw a small bouquet of carnations in a
cheap glass vase, white flowers tipped in red. I plucked two, gave her
one, kissed her long and hard while we held the petals to our cheeks and
then I dropped all the way to my knees. For the next five minutes, she
was whimpering while I went down on her and gave her one long last nice
cum, the sweet memory sure to be even better since I left her quivering
as I kissed her hard one last time and caressed her face with my
carnation.
"Be good, Angel. I wish I could tell you I love you in the bright
sunshine tomorrow. I'll never forget you, for as long as I live."
And with that, I kissed her one last time, hugged her hard and walked
out of the darkened room, almost tripping over a dozen people on my way
through the door.
Of all the flowers I'd gotten my wife over the years, that one simple
white flower I exchanged with a nameless college coed meant more to me
than anything I could have imagined. In the event my bride of many
years might question why I had it, I could tell her that I got it from a
hotel room to make my clothes smell a little better because of the smoke
I had to put up with in the many bars I attended to broker some deals.
The entire time I was flying back home two days later, I kept that
flower out, looked at it, smelled it and imagined a naked twenty
something year old whimpering at me as I tongued her to unimaginable
heights. I could still feel her naked pussy against my face as I rasped
my tongue against her nubbin, a non-stop attempt at a loving memory for
us to share so our future could have a little bright spot in it.
The flight was typical of all the others I'd taken, the food okay, the
flight attendants nice, the other passengers rude and the time going by
way too slowly. When the tires struck the runway, I was finally home.
My car was still where I had parked it at the long term parking lot, my
bag hefted into the trunk and my carnation in my jacket pocket. I just
couldn't stop thinking about my young lover in Florida. I only hoped
she might remember me for more than a couple of weeks.
My homecoming was typical of all the other ones prior to that day, my
wife kissed me on the cheek and still just as disinterested in sex as
ever. I still had this insatiable need to fuck something, but had to
settle for my right hand in the bathroom immediately after I got myself
unpacked. What a poor substitute for a wonderful night of constant
hedonistic revelry with almost a dozen college girls but only one lover.
Nobody would ever believe me if I told them, so I accepted it as fodder
for my long lonely nights in bed next to my indifferent wife and decided
to move on with my life.
I was so tired after I wanked and cleaned up that I went back out to the
family room and just plopped down in my recliner after I changed, my
place determined by how tired I felt and how much I needed to dream
about my first and last sexy college lover.
While I was sleeping, my typically insensitive college daughter called
from the airport to tell her mom that she was home for a couple of days
before school started back up. Most likely, she just wanted to wash her
clothes and get more of her old man's money so she didn't have to work
part time at some greasy hamburger stand.
My girls stumbled through the front door making enough noise to wake the
dead, my sorry ass so worn out from traveling and fucking an angel that
I never heard a single sound. Even though they were less than concerned
for my sleep, I don't remember my daughter saying very much, as if she
was trying to remain quiet for some reason. I hoped it wasn't because
of her grades or that she had gotten kicked out of college
Dinner that night was filled with a strange mixture of emotions, a need
in me for my wife to provide what I was due because of my commitment to
her when we got married, my hunger for an anonymous young woman that I
would never see again for as long as I would live, and my pretty but
very unavailable daughter as she sat in front of me at the table in a
pair of cutoffs, a crop-top t-shirt and her hair pulled back in a long
straight ponytail.
I could almost see my lover when I looked at my daughter, that nasty
voice in the dark begging her daddy to fuck her good and the many hours
of incredible sex. It truly served to make my fantasies come alive,
that nameless young woman doing more for me than she could ever know.
I tried to keep my eyes away from my angel but didn't do a very good
job, both my wife and daughter nervous about something that they didn't
have the courage to tell me about. Apparently, during their ride from
the airport, my daughter shared some news about some aspect of her life
at college that I wasn't privileged to. I hoped I'd never find out that
she was carelessly active in sex or may have gotten pregnant.
The thought of my only child laying in bed with some college guy and
fucking his brains out filled me with intense jealousy and anger, my own
little girl foolish enough to do what that other nasty slut did with me
filling me with a blind rage that I had no right to feel.
It made for some rather painful self-admissions, the word 'hypocrite'
painted all over my forehead if I were to broach the subject and then
make a big deal about her indiscretions
After dinner, I disappeared into the family room, ostensibly to watch
the tube and relax, work to begin far too soon in the morning and far
too little time to gain some serious rest. My girls chat rather quietly
in the kitchen after I disappeared, the softness of my little girl's
voice a strange reminder that she might have gotten into trouble like
she did when she was a young teen.
I really wanted to get away from my daughter and her mother, the level
of tension in the air so thick, I could have served it up with a large
bucket. The image of a walrus immediately stole away any sincerity in
my heart, a strange reference to some Internet pastime foolishly making
me smile. And like a bad penny or a summer cold, my young lover once
again filling my brain and allowing me to recollect a time that neither
my wife nor daughter would ever learn about.
Foolishly, I carried the carnation around with me in my pocket, taking
it out to examine it, caress its petals and sniff its aroma so I could
remember that wonderful scene so far from home when neither of my girls
could see what I was doing.
My daughter saw that I was distracted during dinner and decided after
all the dishes were washed and put away that it was time to spend a few
minutes bothering her old man, hopefully to cheer him up and try to make
me smile. We really did have a pretty good relationship, up until she
began to 'develop' and my eyes beheld the growing wonder of a young
woman that I had a hard time not having sexual thoughts about.
I didn't notice her walking into the room as I was running the soft
petals around my mouth with my hand cupped around the flower and my eyes
closed, dreaming of my young lover. The sensation of her silky smooth
hairless pussy and the taste of her sweet juices when I made her cum
over and over was so strong and fulfilling, it was as if she was still
right there with me in that inanimate flower.
My daughter walked to where I was sitting and plopped herself right into
my lap unannounced, a teddy-bear hug offered to break the painful spell
I was under at that moment, but she still never uttered a word.
The instant she landed on my lap and thrust her arms around my neck, I
threw my eyes open with my carnation still against my lips, my daughter
going stark white when I pulled my hand away from my face and she saw
what I was holding.
She sat there unmoving for almost two minutes, staring at that damned
flower as if it meant something to her. I only hoped she didn't
recognize the blossom, a typical 'Spring Break' souvenir possibly being
a white carnation tipped in red. Since I wasn't up on the most recent
trends, I had no idea what it meant and was beginning to think I had
just fucked up big time.
All of her color was gone the whole time she sat there, her eyes wide
and her lips quivering as she tried to say something. Strangely, I felt
as if she knew I'd cheated on her mother and was about to squeal on me.
Instead of saying anything to my wife, my daughter slowly got off my lap
and somewhat uncomfortably left the room. I actually felt better once
she was gone, something about her presence at the moment making me feel
very guilty. I had no intention of spilling the beans for the rest of
my life, my adventures with a young college aged woman a one-time thing.
But the way my daughter looked at me filled me with dread, as if we both
knew I was going to have to say something to my wife all too soon.
I sat in my recliner for about five minutes, unsure of what might happen
but certain that I needed to come up with some explanation for my having
the carnation. Before I could completely form my thoughts, I heard a
pitiful voice call to me from her room upstairs.
"Dahhh-Deee?"
"Coming, Angel."
Before I could get out of my recliner, my wife walked into the room and
informed me of her plans for the evening.
"Charlie? I need to run over to Helen's across town for a long visit.
You two are on your own until lights-out, so don't spill anything on the
couch or make a mess in the kitchen."
Typical!
"Yes, Margie. Drive safely."
With a completely asexual kiss on the cheek, she grabbed her purse, her
keys and disappeared out the door.
Once my bride was gone, it was time for me to see what was bothering my
troublesome post-pubescent high school graduate and college freshman.
I stuffed the carnation in a pocket of my cut-off jeans and ventured
toward what I figured was going to be little more than a pitiful request
for more money for the next semester.
I was upstairs, down the hall and at her doorway, softly tapping on her
closed bedroom door with gentle raps in little more than a minute.
<TAP> <TAP> <TAP>
"Are you decent, Angel?"
Her voice was still strangely and quite unusually broken as she
answered.
"Come in, Daddy."
Moments after I opened the door and peeked in, I knew I was venturing
into forbidden territory, her room always considered her safe refuge.
Now I was being invited into her lair with some aspect of my life about
to be changed forever. I hoped she wouldn't put all the pieces about my
travels together, my frequent ventures away from home, the rather smug
look on my face when there shouldn't be and now actual evidence of an
indiscretion that must have truly scared her.
She was sitting on her bed and looked like she did when I caught her
smoking the first time, her head bowed, her eyes toward her thighs and
her hands captured by her silken legs. I gave my daughter a good bare
assed spanking the day I caught her with a pack of smokes, a thirteen
year old far too young to ruin her life by taking up bad habits that her
stupid junior high school friends tried to talk her into.
The fact that I enjoyed seeing and even smacking her naked fanny wasn't
something that I ever admitted to anyone, least of all my own lovely
little girl. She'd think me a pervert and pedophile, a father that had
no distinction of sex between an older man and a little girl, whether it
was his own daughter or not.
But she was now an adult, so her deeds and actions were her own and she
had the purview to assume as many wild hobbies as the other college
girls that I had recently partied with. Just thinking about my daughter
doing all those wonderfully sinful things with college guys made my head
ache and my blood boil. But that was not the time to make any dirty
accusations.
I calmly walked closer, sat down next to her and didn't notice anything
in her hands, both of them still tucked tightly between her legs.
As soon as I was against her right side, I reached around her slender
frame and gave her a nice sideways hug, softly whispering into the side
of her head in the typical gentle manner that I did when she wasn't
feeling quite right. I knew she was gonna work her old man over for
some more cash or maybe a new car, but I played along just to be nice.
"What's wrong, Angel? Tell your daddy what he can do to make you feel
better, okay?"
Her movements became glacial, her hands tucked together and slowly
emerged from between her nicely shaped thighs. She kept bringing her
hands up very carefully, as if the item in her hand weighed a ton.
The moment she opened her hands and turned them over, my heart stopped.
She was holding a white carnation tipped in red.
NO FUCKING WAY! It couldn't be! I DIDN'T!
I pulled mine out of my pocket and drew it close to hers, as if in close
proximity, they would gain some unique power.
Yes, I did! In the darkened hotel room of a Fort Lauderdale party, I
had anonymously fucked my very own daughter, both of us incredibly
hungry for sex and finding the one person we never expected to be with.
I could actually feel my body sink into the bed, the sensation of my
soul flying into the air and leaving my worthless form sitting far away
down below. It was a queer feeling that I only got when I had a fever.
Now I was going to have to pay for my crime in more ways than one and
this was not going to be good for a number of reasons. We both now knew
I was a lech, a pervert, an incestuous monster and unfaithful to my
wife, with my own daughter.
There was no way I could deny it, so if she was gonna ask, I'd be honest
and try to help her through this. She would never be able to look me in
the eyes for the rest of her life, a wedge between us that her mom would
never know about that would forever push us apart.
"Daddy?"
"I know, Angel. I've got a HELL of a lot of explaining to do. Nothing
I could say could undo the damage that I've done, and although I owe you
so much, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you for the wrong that
I've done to you. I . . . I . . . I . . . "
We sat there for another minute after I tried to come up with something
meaningful to say, but I fell woefully short of anything worthwhile.
When she spoke again, it was in such a soft whisper, I thought she was
going to burst out crying.
"Daddy?"
"What, Precious?"
She turned her head, looked me dead in the eyes and barely whispered
above her breathing.
"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me good."
I instantly tore at her clothes and stripped her naked in seconds. For
the first time in my life, I was openly looking at and touching my own
daughter, her naked breasts just as soft and sexy as I remembered in the
dark, her waxed pussy so incredibly plump and delicious, and her hands
eagerly pawing at me after she did her best to strip me as well.
It was as if we never left the hotel room in Florida, our clothes off,
our lips, tongues and hands on each other like two teenagers in less
than five seconds. I made my own little girl squeal a number of times
over the next few minutes, giving her a bunch of even more incredible
mind-blowing cums far too long for our own good, my tongue finding each
and every spot on her pussy that had been aching for years.
The sound of her voice and the image of her body while we made love with
the lights on made our sex that much more thrilling. We acted just as
we did in Fort Lauderdale, both of us wild for a few minutes, then calm
and loving for a while, then passionate and considerate for a while, and
then my lovely and now completely naked little girl riding her father's
face after untold orgasms and almost continuous bucking thrusts.
She must have made a real mess of my face because she made it a point to
lick me clean from chin to eyebrows after I gave her every measure of my
lingual skills. All that did was drive me on more, the feeling of her
soft tongue on my face encouraging me to fuck her again, just so I could
eat her afterward and then have her lick my sticky face once more.
Our next love-making was a slow, gentle and tender affair, both of us
mindful of our new relationship and also anxious to keep fucking each
other over and over whenever she came home from college.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Angel?"
"I need to tell you something, Daddy. I hope you . . . "
"It's okay, Sugar. I'll be patient and listen."
"Daddy, you're . . . you're really my first. I needed to tell you in
Fort Lauderdale and was so embarrassed, but I just couldn't help myself
and told you things that I never imagined I'd tell a stranger. I wanted
my first time to be so special and you made it that way for me all night
long. I know I shouldn't be admitting that to you, but I wanted you to
know that I've kept myself clean and pure just like you wanted me to."
"Thank you, Precious. That makes me feel very happy and proud."
"Daddy? Are you mad at me?"
"Mad at you? Why should I be mad at you, Angel?"
"Because I wanted to have sex with a man that I didn't even know and did
it with someone that was a lot older than me."
"No, Baby. I'm not mad at you. You're old enough to know what to do
with your body and smart enough to take the necessary precautions to be
safe. You're not a little girl any more, Sweetie, and I have no right
to keep you locked in your room any longer."
"But Daddy, I didn't use any protection that night and I didn't ask or
make my lover put anything on either. It was incredibly reckless for me
to make love to a man like that, but he was . . . YOU were so perfect
for me that night, I just couldn't resist how you touched me, kissed me,
gave me that nice little cum with your hand in my panties, and then that
really long one on the bed. My mind was in Heaven when you whispered
all those sweet things in my ear."
"Was it as good as all your fantasies might have been about your first
time? I know I shouldn't ask such personal questions, but all guys want
to know if they're good in bed. It's just really strange that I'm
asking my own little girl if she thinks her dad's worth his salt between
the sheets."
"Ohhhh, Dahhhh-Deee! It couldn't have been any better than any dream or
fantasy I could ever have cooked up. Our sex was hot at the right time,
hard when I needed it to be, and so incredibly sexy when you went slow
and gave me all those wonderful cums."
"Did you cum good, Angel?"
"FUCK, did I cum good! I don't know if other guys know how to do what
you do, Daddy, but I can't imagine it being any better."
"That makes me feel very proud, Sugar. I'm glad I was able to give you
so much pleasure that night."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Angel?"
"Will you fuck me again, this time really slow so I can watch your cock
go inside my pussy?"
"Sure, Baby. I'll go as slow as you want me to and stroke you with
every little inch I've got."
"Daddy, I don't know if you're aware of this, but from what I've heard
my friends talk about, you ain't exactly tiny. Your cock is so nice and
hard and long enough for every one of my needs."
"That makes me feel even better, Angel. Knowing that I can stroke that
tight little pussy of yours with my dick makes me just that much harder.
You know I won't be able to stay soft for long, don't you?"
"I was hoping I could get you just as hot as you do me. Now, shut up
and fuck me nice and deep. I want my Daddy to fuck me good like the
nasty little slut that I am. I plan on being my Daddy's little whore
for as long as he wants and do all those nasty and dirty things that
you've needed from me all these years."
She kept looking down her body at my cock as it disappeared inside her
tight hairless pussy and then looked right into my eyes as I repeatedly
rammed her as hard and lovingly as I could. Her eyes were half closed
for a long time, her mouth slightly open and a bizarre whine or high
pitched moan coming from deep within her body.
We tried more positions on her bed than we did in that hotel room in
Florida, our passions alight with the awareness that we were incestuous
lovers in the bright light of day, or at least electric sunlight.
During a brief intermission, my college age daughter leaned back a
little bit and looked me right in the eyes.
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Did you know that I've been having fantasies about you at home before I
went to college?"
"No I didn't, Baby. How long did you think naughty thoughts about your
old man?"
"Since I was thirteen, when you spanked me for trying to learn how to
smoke. I know it sounds really sicko, but when you had me over your
knee and gave me a good paddling on my bare ass, I had my very first
orgasm right then. I just couldn't help thinking about you pulling my
panties down and looking at my bare ass, my pussy so itchy and my
insides so tingly, I wanted so desperately to tell you what I was
thinking. But I knew you'd think I was some kind of weird pervert girl
for wanting her own daddy like that and kept it bottled up inside all
these years."
"Was it really a good cum for you, Baby?"
"Ohhhh, Dahhhh-Deee! I'm surprised you couldn't see how wet my pussy
was and how I pushed my ass up into the air each time you were gonna
smack my butt one more time. I even opened my legs a little bit so you
could hit my aching pussy once or twice. It was pretty naive for me to
think you could hit me that far between my legs, but I didn't know
anything about sex or S&M, and just reacted like a nasty little girl
should when she was laying partially naked over her daddy's knees."
My daughter's admissions immediately spurred a whole cascade of memories
of that day, my mind suffused with images of my bare-assed daughter
laying over my thighs and actually pushing her butt into the air to
greet my hand. It was finally time to make some confessions of my own.
"Angel, I really did notice how wet you were. But like you, I wasn't
truly aware of just how erotic spankings could be and had no idea you
could be so excited and get that wet at thirteen. I kept looking at
your sweet hairless pussy for the longest time between smacks, your
juices filling me with such lust that I've wanted you ever since. But I
just knew if I was ever discovered, you'd hate me for the rest of my
life, and I couldn't have that, so I buried it down deep too."
"Daddy?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"The next time Mom is gone for a while, can we pretend for a little
while? I want you to pull my panties down again and give me a pretend
spanking so I can show off my wet pussy and you can fuck me really good
for as long as we want afterward. I'll even wear some of my old little
girl clothes if you want to or buy new ones that make me look thirteen."
"Angel, you're gonna have a hard time keeping me out of your panties
from now on, unless you tell me that you want it to end. I'll respect
your decision if you find our new relationship disgusting."
"Ohhhh, Daddy. I wish there was a way I could lay over your lap so you
could spank me and fuck me at the same time."
"Your old man is pretty creative, Angel. I'm sure we can make it good
for you. But we'll have to be careful, 'cause your mom ain't exactly
stupid, you know."
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can I be your nasty little whore and cum slut when we're by ourselves?"
"Ohhhhh, Bayyy-Beeeee! You've just made your dirty old daddy a very
happy man. You have no idea how much I've wanted you to be my little
playmate, to wear little girl clothes and tiny panties that don't
properly cover that sweet ass of yours and dresses that are so short,
every bit of your charms could be seen by your naughty old man. And to
think of how you're gonna be nasty for me any time I want, doing things
that little girls aren't supposed to know about and being a dirty little
girl so I can spank you afterward and then fuck you some more. If I'm
really lucky, I might even get some more of those wonderful blow jobs"
"Did I give you a good blow job in the hotel room, Daddy?"
"DAMN, girl! You could teach your mother a thing or two, but she has
absolutely no desire to do things like that anymore."
"Daddy? If I ask you a personal question, will you answer honestly?"
"Sure, Baby. I won't keep any more secrets from you. I'll tell you any
and everything you want to know."
She hesitated for a few moments, slowly fucking herself with my turgid
cock and generating a whole cascade of sweet sexy fucking sounds.
"Have you ever had sex with anyone except Mom . . . before me, I mean?
I know what 'that guy' told me in Florida, but were you telling me the
truth or just trying to make me feel good?"
"No, Baby. You were my first, just like I was yours."
"Honest, Daddy? I mean . . . REALLY?"
"Really, Angel. I may have touched a few titties and a bunch of bums
before, but I always kept my pants zipped up and my dick safely inside.
I may have wanted to enjoy the benefits of my maturity but never had the
balls to make love to a young angel like you, or ANY woman for that
matter. I've always been faithful to your mother and have tolerated my
role as her sexless husband for all these years."
"Ohhhh, my poor Daddy. How many years have you gone without sex?"
"More than six. It's been over seventeen since I had my last blow job,
so anything you could have done that night was so wonderful, I would
have accepted a five minute quickie. But, DAMN! I never expected for
you to deep-throat me like that, girl. Fuck, that was one sweet blow."
"Daddy, I learned how to "
"Hush, Baby. I don't want to know anything about your past. What
you've done or who you've been with isn't important right now. What IS
very important is that I was your very first man in bed. You can't
imagine how special that makes me feel, to know that your very own nasty
Daddy pushed his cock inside that sweet little pussy, the very same cock
that made you so many years ago."
"Ohhh, Daddy. I'm getting so horny with you talking about us like that.
Please fuck me hard some more, okay? I need you so much that I can't
even think straight."
"We need to be careful, Angel. If we get careless, your Mom is gonna
come home and catch us making love. It would crush her to know that her
own daughter is taking care of her husband's sexual needs."
"I promise Mom will never know, Daddy. I love her too much to hurt her
like that. We can be lovers in secret for as long as you want, and when
we have a chance to spend some quiet time together, I'm gonna fuck your
brains out for as long as I can."
She got quiet and looked away from my eyes for a moment, then back again
once she felt comfortable.
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"I kinda did tell Mom a little bit about you . . . just not who you were
or anything."
I felt a wave of heat billow up through my body, my face burning as the
blood rushed into my head as I blushed. All I could do was wait.
"On the way home from the airport, I told Mom that I had sex with a man
that I didn't know and she got pretty pissed at me. She called me all
sorts of names and I deserved everything she said. I really felt bad
about having sex with some stranger and all the good feelings I had kept
inside from our time together went away. It hurt her a lot to know that
her own little girl was that foolish and reckless. About the only thing
that didn't make her mad was when I told her that he was so gentle and
loving and never once abused or hurt me. I think she tried to have a
more normal image of her own college-age daughter finally growing up."
We lay together for the longest time, no words shared, both of us aware
that we now had a shared burden that her mother would never fully be
able to accept. Somewhere along the way, we both had the need to share
the same passionate fulfillment that drove us to act irresponsibly in
Fort Lauderdale.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Baby?"
"Would you be mad at me if I wanted you to fuck me some more?"
All I could do was look up at her and smile.
Moments later, we were at it again, squishes, smacks, slurps and moans
filling her bedroom with a noise that was so foreign and yet so utterly
natural. We were meant to be together, the very life that I helped to
create and me now joined at a level that could never be broken.
I don't know how long we kept going at it but we were relentless. If I
even thought about slowing down, my daughter would undulate her hips
into me and stroke me with that gorgeous hairless cunny, her skill at
manipulating her father now at an all time high. I didn't want to stop,
our joining taking on new heights with each new position, a new way for
me to tickle and masturbate her while I fucked her coming from some
unknown sex manual that I had dreamed up.
Each time I creamed her, I threw her onto her bed and dove between her
thighs, spending a lot more time between her knees than I should have.
I'd never considered eating a woman out after having fucked her until my
baby girl accepted me, but with the awareness of so many other nasty
boundaries being crossed, munching on her 'cream pie' was no different
than her sucking me off to a very nice cum after I fucked her.
She seemed to love me tonguing her after each lovemaking session, the
sight of her own father's face buried between her full thighs, covered
with all of his contributions to her body and his nose and hungry mouth
shifting up and down against her labia majora as I gave her every
measure of my formerly restrained affection.
She gave me a lot of oral sex too, her need for me to shoot my
baby-makers right down her throat each time we orgasmed together. We
69'd more during that one evening of lurid sex than I'd ever orally
sexed my own wife. I would have liked to give my wife the benefits of
our marital bliss, but she had a permanent headache and was never in the
mood, for the rest of her life.
Not so with her daughter now that we knew what the other person wanted.
We were going to fuck each other as often as possible, our sex to be one
long unrestrained love-making session that knew no equal. We were going
to get caught if we weren't careful, so we needed to temper our lust
with some good old fashioned common sense. Both of us were well aware
that soon enough, her mother was going to be home and we'd have to
figure out how to make this work, but not for a few minutes, our
passions unleashed and in need of some airing out.
We really pushed our luck that night, taking a long hot shower in my
master bathroom, fucking each other and playing like two children for
the first time we'd discovered each others' sex. Even after we were
clean and dried off, I couldn't resist bending my little girl over the
back of my dressing chair and fucking her from behind, that sweet
slender ass pushed against my hips each time I plunged as far into her
young body as I could go. Just like the nasty slut she'd always wanted
to be in secret, my daughter pushed back into me and gave me the total
measure of her love, her body now truly mine in every sense of the word.
For the rest of the evening, I had my very own sex slave, my daughter
eager to please me in any and every way possible. She was so submissive
that she would frequently stop right in front of me, drop to her knees,
look up at me with a winsome expression and then work me out of my
shorts for another blow job. I eagerly accepted each one with glee.
She even convinced me that we had enough time for her to lay naked over
my knees in my recliner so I could give her a nice little spanking, my
right hand truly giving her naked ass a nice rosy glow. Except during
this spanking, her pussy was practically oozing with excitement, the
inside of both thighs completely covered with her clear or slightly
creamy lubrication by the time her third smack was planted.
When she arched her back and spread her legs as far apart as she could
get them, I knew what she wanted me to do. So I gently began to give
her little pops right on her labia majora, each gentle smack sending her
into a shrill yelp and then a low moan. Rather than block my access,
she kept arching her back higher and higher, her legs eager to grant me
as much room as I would need to provide her with just the right amount
of loving pain, right on that exquisite naked pussy.
If I hit her clitty just right, she'd begin to undulate between smacks
and looked as if she was close to cumming. That only drove me on more.
We fucked like animals after she had her first pussy-spanking-cum, her
aromatic juices flooding my right pants leg and her voice so loud, I was
sure the neighbors would hear her. DAMN, she could have such exciting
cums, the most wicked ones while I was tenderly providing her pain.
After I filled her twice, it was time to get us both cleaned up for the
evening -- again. I washed her pretty much as I had when she was a
preschooler, except this time, I was able to openly finger her pussy and
masturbate her highly sensitive nubbin with my fingers and tongue until
she passed out, completely exhausted.
Once she was clean and dry, I carried her to her bed and tucked her in
naked, something I'd always wanted to do. Just before leaving her room,
I tugged the sheets back, kissed and licked her pussy, sucked on her
sweet B-cup titties and then kissed her mouth like a loving daddy should
after having sexed his own daughter in her own bed.
I would have preferred for us to sleep together that night, but her
mother would have noticed our daughter in bed with us, or me missing.
She would have found me in our little girl's bed and the cops would have
been called right after that.
By the time the house was locked up and all the lights turned off, I was
smiling like a badger after having feasted on a hundred chicken eggs. I
now had my very own sex slave and cum slut, my own daughter eager to
provide me with all the sex my wife had denied me for so long.
Climbing into my own bed was somehow much more satisfying that night,
the awareness that I could venture just down the hall and take what was
rightfully mine, any time I wanted. When my head hit the pillow, I let
out a long low sigh that seemed to punctuate the release of years of
tension that I'd been holding deep within. No more!
We were going to pick up right where we left off in Florida every time
she got a chance to come home or when I traveled to her part of the
country, which I hoped would be a lot more often now that we had a much
more intimate relationship to work on.
My dreams were replete with all the wonderful things we did that night
and the night we spent together in Fort Lauderdale. It was wonderful.
I never noticed being alone in bed that night, my sleep only disturbed
by incredibly erotic dreams of my daughter and me having wickedly lurid
sex in every room or our house, out in the yard, in the car, at the
grocery store and even at her high school where she graduated in the top
ten percent. I just couldn't stop dreaming of sex and my little girl
anymore. She was now a permanent part of me and I was going to have her
whenever I could.
Her mother was killed in a car wreck on the way back home that night,
both me and my daughter laying quietly in our beds, alone. I hadn't
slept so good until that night before the phone rang, thoughts of my
sexy and horny college daughter fucking me like no woman ever had before
in my life.
Even after the phone was hung back up, I wasn't truly aware of what had
happened. The sound of my own voice screaming sent a wave of shivers
down my own back, that unusual sensation spilling over into the rest of
the house. It was only my little girl opening my bedroom door and
flying in still naked that I realized it wasn't a dream after all.
"What's wrong, Daddy? Who just called?"
"Come here, Angel."
"What Daddy?"
I instantly had thoughts that were so perverse, I was lost to them in
fractions of a second. I knew we couldn't fuck anymore tonight,
although if she asked me, I'd do it anyway. Even though her mom
wouldn't be home soon and couldn't catch us, it still would have been
kinda nice to play for a little bit. My mind was totally polluted.
"Honey . . . your mom was killed in a car crash a little while ago."
The first thing she did was throw herself at me and begin to pound on my
chest as if I were the one that had done the dastardly deed. I never
tried to stop her, the pain my punishment for having violated my own
flesh and blood and for having touched so many sexy young women over the
years.
Once she realized who she was beating on, she threw herself at me and
wailed in my arms, both of us crying for almost thirty minutes on my
bed. I was tempted to tug her slightly higher and invite her under the
sheets so we could try to console each other, but that would have been
perceived as heartless and insensitive.
When we arrived at the hospital morgue, we must have looked just like
all those other disheveled people that had been called out of their beds
in the middle of the night over the years.
The cops told us of the circumstances of the event and the fact that the
guy who drove headlong through a red light into my wife's car was still
very much alive and suffering no ill effects of his brainless ordeal.
The fact that he had been drunk while driving his own daughter home from
a party and that young life was lost filled me with incredibly dread.
What a price to pay for a couple of six packs of booze.
My daughter and I must have been thinking the same thoughts, unable to
look into each others' eyes for quite a while, as if all the people
around us could see the word 'incest' written on our foreheads.
It made for some very strange feelings of guilt, as if we were somehow
responsible for that drunk driver chugging down three six packs and then
finding his keys so he could permanently alter our lives and one of his
own creations. He was going to pay for his crime for the rest of his
life, and his conscience was going to torture him forever.
The next few days were a mindless blur, relatives called, arrangements
being made, people descending on our house like a plague of locusts, but
their genuine need to provide support and comfort at a time that had no
equal in our experiences settling our nerves a little more each day.
The night after we buried my wife and we had our first opportunity to be
alone, my daughter and I fucked in our living room, tears flowing down
our cheeks in honor of our loss, but our bodies reveling in a new
incestuous relationship that was now going to blossom to unbound
heights, or depths.
I got a rather nice settlement from the other guy's insurance company
and decided it was time to retire so I could spend some time with my
little girl. She really liked the idea and even helped me get the house
cleaned up a little before she went back to school.
After I sold it and got rid of a bunch of useless junk, I moved to the
college town my daughter had been living in when she left to so some
wild partying in Florida. We moved into a small but nice house for a
while and started a life together that we've cherished ever since.
She finished college with top marks, her 'at home' tutor certain to help
her whenever she needed a study partner. I never could get used to
holding her books up when we were fucking in the tub, but I took on that
responsibility whenever asked.
I knew I should have tried harder to keep from getting her pregnant, but
we slipped anyway. I think we both needed to create a new life, for a
number of perverse reasons.
Our daughter Marjorie is perfect and healthy in every way.
To this day, nobody knows who the father is . . . except you.
I'll never regret venturing into that restaurant bar in Fort Lauderdale
so I could be treated like a piece of meat by all those drunken young
collegiate sluts, because if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have found
my way through the dark into the arms of the most beautiful, sexiest,
most submissive and horny young slut that any daddy could ask for.
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