"Wow Tony, that was fabulous." Angela Bower pushed her chair back from the dining room table and neatly stacked the dirty dishes and silverware at her place setting. "Let me help you pick up the table."
"Oh no, Angela, you have other things to do. Sam and I will have everything spic and span in no time, right Sammie?"
"Yea, right Dad, no problem," the young girl answered sarcastically.
"Well, okay if you two insist. I do have some work to do tonight." Angela excused herself and went to her combination office and den to catch up on a couple of her accounts.
As she sat in front of the computer monitor Angela reflected once again on how lucky she was to have found Tony and Sam. She had been just about to give up on finding a suitable housekeeper when Tony answered her newspaper ad. He and Sam wanted to relocate from Brooklyn to a place where he could take college classes part time and where Sam could grow up in a safe environment. Tony's wife had died two years earlier, when Sam was 11 and they had endured a very difficult time.
It was difficult being a single parent. Angela knew only too well. She had been divorced for three years and was raising her eight-year old son Jonathan alone and if that weren't enough, her mother Mona Robinson also lived with her.
Tony was a blessing for all of them. He was an excellent housekeeper, cook, handyman, and role model for Jonathan as well as his own Samantha. He also was Angela's sounding board and confidant and Mona's best friend.
For all of this Angela paid a modest salary and provided room and board for Tony and Sam. Tony was able to go to school part time and still keep up with all of his household duties. Angela was eternally grateful for their arrangement. She now had time to devote to her own small advertising agency business and spend quality time with her son and mother.
Jonathan's father was not much of a factor. He lived in another state and maintained contact with Jonathan but did not really interfere with Angela's life. Their marriage had been very stormy from the beginning, staying together as long as they had for Jonathan's sake but finally Angela could take no more and filed for divorce. Since then she and Jonathan had struggled but with her mother's help and then Tony's, things were much brighter.
"Okay Sammie, that's got it," said Tony as he folded the dishtowel and hung it up. "You just have time for your bath before the boxing match starts. I'll meet you in the rec-room and we'll watch it together."
"Yea, sure Dad, just what I want to do most. Watch a couple of dummies knock each other around."
"Awww, come on Sammie. You know how we always enjoy the fights. What's wrong?'
"Sorry Dad, but not tonight. Angela already promised to watch a scary movie with me. See you later." The cute little 13-year old ran up the steps to her room.
"Gosh," thought Tony, "She really is growing up. She lost her interest in boxing and next thing you know I'll have a bunch of boys hanging around here.
Sam, or Samantha as she now preferred to be called was indeed growing up. Her body was changing rapidly. Hormones were starting to bounce around and mood swings were common. She didn't understand all her feelings and was not able to discuss them with anyone. She was very close to Mona but she was off on a singles cruise to the Bahamas. Jonathan was too young to talk to and besides he was spending summer vacation with his father. She was comfortable with Angela but they didn't seem to have much time together and she sure couldn't talk to her father about such things.
Sam got out of the warm bubble bath and wrapped a thick, fluffy towel around herself. She went to her bedroom and finished drying in front of the full-length mirror. Short, dark hair framed a cute, pixie face and big brown eyes.
"Darn it," she thought, "Why are mine so much smaller than everyone else's?" She rubbed the thick towel vigorously over her small, budding, cup-cake breasts as if stimulation might make them grow. And sure enough it seemed to work. The small, pinkish tan nipples seemed to grow right before her very eyes. The more she rubbed them the harder and longer they grew. But unfortunately only the sensitive little buds got bigger and not the small breasts.
Sam took a pair of tiny, white, bikini panties from her dresser drawer and stepped into them. Her small waist tapered into slightly flaring hips. A tiny patch of dark hair lay on top of her pubic region. She was also disappointed with the slow progress of the growth of her pubic hair. She pulled an oversized, red, cotton football jersey with a white number 13 (a birthday present) over her head and paraded barefoot down the stairs to the family room.
Sam sat on the oversized, beige leather couch in front of the big-screen TV and began to channel search for the pre-planned horror movie.
"Hi Sweetie. Are we ready for a night at the movies?" Angela sat at the opposite end of the couch pulling her hairbrush through the long, thick mass of blonde hair. She also had enjoyed a nice hot bubble bath and had put on a long white satin gown and thick white terry robe belted at the waist.
"Oh yea, I'm ready," said Sam, "But first can I talk to you about something?"
"Of course honey, anything. What is it?"
"Well, I have a little problem. Sally is having a party next week and I really want to go."
"So, what's the problem," asked Angela?
"Well," Sam hesitated. "There will be boys there and dancing."
"Will Sally's parents be there?
"Oh sure, She couldn't do it otherwise."
"Then I don't think it should be a problem. I'm sure your dad will let you go."
"No, that's not the problem," replied Sam. "The problem is, I don't know how to dance."
"Really? Well, that's not a big problem. I'm sure we can teach you in plenty of time."
"Oh Angela, that would be great. Oh yes, one more thing. When did you first kiss a boy?"
"Gee," Angela smiled, "I don't really remember. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, just wondering," Sam, answered.
Angela finished brushing her luxurious blonde hair and got up from the couch. "You go ahead and watch the movie," she said, "I'll be right back."
Angela found Tony in the basement rec-room sitting in front of the TV watching the boxing match. She slowly explained her discussion with Sam and how important it was for a young girl to be accepted by her peers and to fit in.
"Oh no," Tony shrieked, "She's just a child and way too young to be talking about dancing and kissing and stuff. No, no, no. Just go tell her no. She can't go."
"Sorry Tony, but I'm not telling her. This is very important to her and I think you have an obligation to not only let her go but to help teach her how to dance so she's not embarrassed when she does go. She's growing up, Tony. Haven't you noticed how she's changing?"
"Well, I know she doesn't care much for boxing and football and things like that anymore. In fact I don't know what she does like. She seems kind of confused. She seems to like dresses and stuff instead of jeans and tee shirts."
"That's right Tony. She is confused and you have to help her. I'll be around if you need me to talk to her or help in any way but you have to be the one to help her work her feelings out. She is a lovely young girl who just needs some guidance."
"Okay," Tony said, "I guess I might as well meet it head on. The boxing match isn't that good anyhow."
Tony and Angela had a great relationship. They had always been secretly attracted to each other but neither gave any indication of their feelings. It was strictly platonic. Tony liked his job and didn't want to jeopardize it by doing something stupid. Besides that, he felt as though Angela was a very classy, sophisticated woman with no romantic interest in a lowly housekeeper.
Angela thought of Tony as a very handsome and down to earth type of guy who was very sensitive and probably knew very well how to treat a lady. She was very fond of him but did not want to scare him away by being to bold and making advances toward him.
Angela followed Tony up the stairs and into the large family room where Sam sat with her legs curled beneath her, leaning against the armrest.
"Oh, hi Dad. How's the boxing? Did they already beat each other's brains out?"
Tony didn't reply. He walked to the stereo, found some of Angela's old big band records and soon the room was filled with the mellow sound of Glenn Miller's Orchestra. He walked to the TV and switched it off. He turned off all the lights except for one small table lamp.
"What are you doing Daddy," Sam questioned. "Angela and I were watching a movie."
Angela smiled. She was proud of Tony. He moved to where Sam was sitting, totally confused, and said, "May I have this dance young lady?"
"I don't know how to dance Daddy. You know that."
"Come here," he said, "It's time to learn." He reached for her and took her small hand in his and helped her to her feet.
Tony took her right hand in his left and placed his right hand around her back. Her left arm rested on his upper arm. "Now," he instructed, "The most important thing is to listen to the music and move at the same tempo. Your partner should lead and you follow him. Hopefully he's not a klutz and will know how to dance but if he doesn't you lead and move your feet like this." He demonstrated a slow two-step. "One, two, slide. One, two, slide." They began to move gracefully around the room.
Sam's confidence grew and she became more and more comfortable as she began to get the hang of the steps and the rhythm of the music. She began to move gracefully and quietly hum and sing with the music.
Angela watched in approval as they continued to dance. Each tune had a little different tempo and Sam listened carefully and adjusted well to the different pace of the songs.
"Gee, I forgot how much fun dancing can be," said Tony. "It's been a long time since I've done this." He began to get caught up in the moment and forgot where he was and what he was doing. He was suddenly holding Samantha closer to himself than he realized. He closed his eyes enjoying the feel of someone in his arms. She smelled of soap and powder. Sweet and fresh. Slowly they moved together.
Samantha didn't make a sound. She responded to his every movement. She felt his arm tighten around her back and pull her close to his firm, muscular body. She felt so safe and warm in his gentle, strong arms. She closed her eyes and pretended to be a beautiful princess dancing with her prince charming.
Angela sat on the couch and watched the couple float around the room, oblivious to her and everything else. She was both shocked and somewhat aroused at what was taking place right in front of her.
The dancing couple seemed more like intimate partners than father and daughter. They both seemed to be lost in a trance, conscious only of their own feelings. Tony held her closer. He let go of her right hand and wrapped both of his arms around her tiny waist. Her head rested against his chest. She was so small, almost pixie-like next to him. She stood on tiptoes and her arms reached upward until her hands rested on top of his broad shoulders. Her jersey hiked up to reveal the backs of her slim, shapely, tanned legs and upper thighs.
Angela watched as Tony's right hand moved slightly downward to rest on the top slope of Sam's cute, little rear. "My God what is he doing? I better do something," she thought. "What, what can I do? Shall I say something? Shall I leave? No, no I'm not leaving. This could get very interesting. Sure is getting warm in here."
She untied the belt of her heavy robe and removed it, leaving her only in a long, white, satin gown with a low cut top held in place with thin, spaghetti straps. Her large, round breasts pressed firmly against the satin material.
Tony's hips moved ever so slightly, back and forth against Sam's upper abdomen as they danced. His jeans suddenly began to feel very tight as the darling little girl pressed tighter against him.
He distinctly felt the nipples of her little, budding, breasts poke at his taut stomach through the thin fabric of her jersey and his tee shirt. His hand crept lower and gently cupped her tight, pert buttocks through the fabric of the jersey number 13. He felt the elastic bands of her tiny panties as he explored her curves.
"Ohhh," Sam moaned softly when they changed direction and Tony's well-muscled leg slipped between her slim, young thighs and press against her pubic region.
Tony flinched. "My God," he thought, "What am I doing?" He tried to pull away but Sam gripped him tightly around the waist and pulled him against her. She continued to dance.
"Don't stop Daddy. Please dance with me some more," she pleaded as she again pressed her small breasts against his stomach and rubbed her sharp little pubic bone against his thigh.
Tony was no match for her persistence and again moved slowly to the music as he held her small body in his arms.
Angela's heart beat wildly beneath her full breasts. She couldn't believe what she was watching. And it was actually exciting to her. She had nearly forgotten how romantic and sensual dancing could be. Her nipples grew hard and rubbed deliciously against the front of her gown. Her thighs involuntarily rubbed against each other. Her breathing became somewhat labored as she watched father and daughter dance.
Samantha jerked as she felt something press against her back and strange arms encircle her.
"Whaaa," Tony began to protest when he felt Angela's arms around him pulling him tighter against his daughter.
"Mind if I join," asked Angela? I love to dance. Maybe I can help."
No one spoke. The three of them clung to each other, Samantha sandwiched between the two adults moving to the sweet music. Angela was a little taller than Tony and towered over Sam. Her full breasts rested on Sam's shoulders and her face was inches from Tony's. He felt her hot breath on his face. Her moist, red lips were parted in apparent excitement.
Tony's arms reached around Angela's back and held her tightly against his daughter. Angela leaned forward and whispered sexily in Tony's ear. "You've taught her how to dance Tony but what about the kissing part?"
"Yea, oh yea," he responded timidly, as he separated from them. He took Sam's hand and led her to the couch. "Sit down honey. I'm going to teach you how to kiss." Sam sat down on Tony's lap and turned sideways to face him. Angela sat down at the other end of the couch, not believing what she was witnessing.
"Okay Daddy, I'm ready." She closed her eyes and puckered her little lips, expecting the only kind of fatherly kiss she had ever experienced. Tony leaned towards her and touched his lips to hers. He was afraid to move. He knew it was wrong. Then he felt her lips move ever so slightly.
His lips parted and just as she had followed his dance steps she followed the movement of his lips. His mouth opened farther. Her mouth opened farther. His tongue slipped between her lips. Her mouth opened wider to accept it. She moaned softly against his open mouth. She had never felt anything like it before. She liked it. She liked being wanted and loved.
Angela slid closer to Samantha, watching every move, becoming more and more aroused watching father and daughter kiss as lovers would. Tony's hands held Sam's face as his tongue moved around the inside of her moist mouth.
"Ohhh yes honey," Tony moaned as he felt the tip of Sam's tongue jab back at his and slide inside his mouth. She mocked everything he did, using her tongue exactly as he did. They kissed each with a passion usually reserved for lovers. Her little tongue searched and stabbed about inside his open mouth, then retreated as his slid deeply inside hers.
Samantha learned fast. She knew that her father was very excited but she didn't know what was supposed to happen next. Then Tony slid her off his lap and placed her on the couch between Angela and himself. His mouth found Sam's and he again kissed her deeply. His hand found the hem of jersey number 13 and slipped beneath it to rest on her bare knee. Sam kissed him back sliding her now experienced tongue deeply inside his mouth. Her hand rested on his knee. His hand moved upward along her slim, supple thigh. Sam's hand moved upward on his thigh. Tony dared not go farther. Her hand might discover something she was not yet ready for.
Angela's fingers combed through Sam's short dark hair. Her other hand brushed up and down along the young girl's bare arm, lightly stroking the sensitive flesh on the inside of her elbow. Sam was floating in ecstasy, unprepared but not afraid of all that was happening to her. Tony's hand cupped a firm, conical, little breast through the fabric of the jersey and teased the tiny, erect peak.
Angela leaned towards Sam and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid darling. No one will hurt you. Just relax and enjoy it." Angela's hot breath covered the young girl's ear and her tongue explored the inside of it.
Sam felt hands now on both breasts and teasing both stiff nipples. Her head lay back against the backrest and rolled from side to side. Angela found the hem of the jersey and pulled it up and over the girl's head leaving her only in tiny, white lace panties.
Tony's heart raced as he saw Sam naked for the first time in several years. Her little breasts were beautiful. They were pale, conical, mounds, sharply contrasting against her swimming suit tan lines. The little, pinkish tan nipples stood upright begging for attention. Tony's index finger traced its way around each little breast and gently touched each stiff little bud.
"Beautiful," Angela whispered, as she looked at the perfect little breasts, "Just beautiful." Her head dipped and she touched one of the turgid nipples with the tip of her tongue. She slowly and gently teased at the pink nub then took it inside her warm mouth. She sucked it gently, feeling it grow against her tongue.
Tony was mesmerized as he watched his beautiful, blonde boss suck hungrily on his pretty daughter's tender little nipple. His mouth moved to the neglected breast and sucked the entire mound inside his mouth.
Samantha's hips moved up and down and from side to side involuntarily as her father and Angela paid homage to her sweet young body. Without warning Angela's mouth covered Sam's lips and her tongue slid deep inside kissing her deeply.
Sam moaned against Angela's mouth, "Ohhhh Angela, Angela. Ohhh Daddy Ohhh."
Tony's mouth moved downward along the nubile, young body. His tongue flicked at the tiny navel then stopped at the top of her panties. His fingers slipped inside the elastic waistband and slowly began to pull the dainty panties down. Samantha raised her hips to allow him to slide them off. She dropped her hips back down on the edge of the couch. Her legs parted slightly revealing her sweet, little mound of love to his eyes.
A tiny patch of soft, fine, dark pubic hair lay on top of her mound. Beneath was the pure pink sweetness of her virginal little pussy, totally bare. Tony gasped as he saw the plump little lips between her slim thighs. His fingers teased at the downy pubic hair as his other hand pulled at the stiff nipple of her right breast. Angela's fingers teased and rolled the other one as her lips and tongue continued to invade Sam's mouth.
Tony knelt on the floor between Sam's open legs. His mouth kissed and licked its way along each of her feet up her shapely legs to her inner thighs. She felt his hot mouth in the hollow between her thigh and swollen little pussy. Her legs opened wider as he placed his forefingers on her swollen, little pussy lips and opened her like a blooming, pink, rose bud.
"Ohhh Daddy," she groaned, as she felt the tip of his tongue against the bottom of her moist, little slit, then slide upwards along the length of it. His hands cupped her tight little buttocks as his thumbs held her pussy open for his tongue to explore. The tip of his tongue teased her mercilessly, touching all around her open wetness then slowly found its way to the wanting opening and slipped inside.
Angela slid off the couch and knelt next to Tony on the floor, watching him tongue the tight little slit. Her fingers clutched Tony's hair and she pulled his face to hers mashing her mouth against his and slipping her tongue inside. Her hand stroked along the length of Sam's inner thigh and pressed against the warm wetness of the smooth, little pussy. Her finger slipped between the wet lips and stroked up and down stopping at the top to tease the tiny pink bud of the young girl's clit.
"Angela," moaned Sam, "Ohhh Angela."
Angela released Tony's hair and guided his face back to the clasping little pussy. She crawled behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands moved down to the bulge in front of his tight jeans where his throbbing organ threatened to burst out at any moment. She deftly unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. Her hand slipped inside his shorts and discovered the throbbing hardness.
"My God Tony, you're fantastic," she said as her hand wrapped around the massive girth of his aching cock and slowly stroked it up and down.
Tony continued to feast on the sweet little morsel between Sam's legs, licking and teasing the tender inner lips and sensitive little clit. Sam's little hips bucked up and down against Tony's mouth. She felt her darling pussy swell and ache with want. Sam had never experienced an orgasm and did not understand the feelings, which were about to overcome her. Her moist little fingers pulled and pinched at her own puffy, aching nipples. The stiff tongue stabbed in and out of her clasping pussy faster and faster, harder and deeper until she was near the edge, then over.
The young girl moaned loudly, "Daddy, ohhhh Daddy, Yessssss!"
Sam's little hips relaxed and dropped back down to the edge of the couch. Tony's mouth still pressed snugly against the sweet, open lips, covered with slick moisture.
"It's time Tony," he heard Angela whisper. "She's ready." Angela breathing was heavily labored. Her large, hard, pink nipples poked at the satin fabric of her gown. She moved to Tony's side, never releasing her grip on his smooth, hard cock.
Tony reluctantly removed his mouth from Sam's wet sweetness and slowly moved forwards. Angela's hand stroked the big, ready organ as she guided it to the open petals of the young girl's virginal flower. Her finger moved over the giant, purple cock head to spread the available amount of pre-come lubricant. Angela placed her free hand on Sam's tummy then let it move lower to touch and stroke the wet pussy. Her fingers gently opened the sugary, slick lips while her other hand placed the giant purple cock head against them and rubbed up and down the length of the slit.
Sam looked down and shuddered, partly in fear and partly in desire. She had never seen anything even remotely like Tony's great cock. It was at least nine inches long and nearly as thick as her arm. The feel of it rubbing up and down her aching pussy was fantastic. Her legs opened wider and her hips rose up from the couch as the giant head began to search for the tiny opening.
"Its okay Sammie honey," Angela reassured her, "he'll go very slowly. Don't be afraid. Just let us know if it hurts and we'll stop."
Sam couldn't speak. Neither could Tony. Angela had taken total control.
"Okay Tony, she whispered," Do it. Put it in. Go slow. Don't hurt her." Tony used his fingers to help Angela spread the tiny lips as she pointed the throbbing cock at the mouth of the hungry little cunt. Tony's hips rocked slightly forward and some way the giant head slipped between the warm, moisture-laden lips. He began to move his hips in a steady rhythm back and forth and side to side, forcing an inch of thick cock at a time inside the smoldering little vise.
"Ohhh Daddy," Sam moaned loudly, "It feels so good, so good, yes, yes, yes.
Tony rocked back and forth gaining with each stroke until half of the throbbing giant was inside the sweet girl. Angela's hand wrapped around the base of the pumping cock insuring that it was not allowed to rip into the girl's little body. Tony's hands cupped Sam's tight little ass and pulled her hips toward him forcing another two inches deep inside her. Sam recoiled. The giant cock head banged against her cervix and stirred her very insides.
"Ohhhh Daddddy! Daddddy it hurts!"
Tony stopped to allow her stretched pussy to adapt to the invading monster filling her very being.
"It's okay honey," whispered Angela. Her lips found Sam's and she kissed the young girl lovingly, slowly letting her tongue search the recesses of Sam's mouth. Sam began to relax and return the kiss.
Tony began to slowly thrust his hips forward as his hands pulled Sam against him forcing his cock to sink deeper and deeper inside Sam's tight, young cunt until it was nearly completely buried.
Angela removed her hand from the base of Tony's thick cock to allow the remaining couple of inches to sink inside the tightly stretched little cunt. Tony's cock slid in and out slowly and methodically. The feeling of the wet, hot tightness surrounding his giant organ was almost unbearable.
Angela's lips captured first one hard little nipple then the other, sucking them deeply inside her mouth, whipping them with her tongue. Her fingers teased and pinched at the other one. She couldn't take her eyes of the giant cock sliding in and out of the tight, clasping pussy. She imagined what it would feel like deep inside her own hungry cunt. "God, how she needed something inside her. She felt so empty."
Angela pulled the top of her satin gown down revealing her large, beautiful breasts with their swollen, pink nipples. She leaned forwards and let them rub against Sam's face. The young girl opened her eyes to admire the most beautiful breasts she could imagine. Without hesitation Sam opened her moist lips and took the aching nub inside her mouth.
"Ohhhh yessss, sweetie," Angela moaned, as she felt her aching nipples being sucked by the sweet little girl. Sam's tongue teased and licked at the bright, pink, elongated nipples, first one then the other.
Tony moaned loudly and began to buck wildly against his little daughter's loins. He was so close to orgasm. He suddenly lost control and gripped the tight little ass in his hands and pumped his throbbing cock ruthlessly in and out of her aching cunt.
Samantha was also on the verge of coming and threw her little hips back against his. As she sucked hungrily on Angela's long, hard , nipples. Sweat poured off both of them as they raced to finish. Suddenly Tony drove deeply inside her and stopped. His rigid cock began to twitch and jerk as it released a torrent of warm, white, liquid deep inside Sam's body. The feel of the jerking cock against her insides caused her to come immediately. Their bodies locked together as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed over them.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daaaaddy," Samantha screamed, as she experienced a shattering orgasm.
Their hips collapsed back down on the smooth leather of the couch and Samantha moaned loudly, "Ohhh Daddy it hurts."
Tony leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. "I'm sorry honey. I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." he moaned into her open mouth.
"Oh no Daddy, no, I loved it, I just have a cramp in my leg. Please don't feel bad, please, please don't." Tony realized that in the throes of passion he had spread her slim little legs apart so far to accommodate his pumping hips that she was nearly doing the splits. He released her thighs and allowed her legs to press against his sides.
"Oh, honey, I love you so much," he said. His cock still embedded deep inside the slick confines of her steamy, little cunt began to subside.
Angela lay back against the couch, her bare breasts with their throbbing nipples swaying with every movement. Her hand stroked up and down against her aching pussy through her gown. "Wow," she said, "That was unbelievable. I've never ever felt so excited. You are beautiful Sam, no, I mean Samantha."
Tony rose up from Sam's sated little body, slowly removing his slick, semi-erect cock from her young pussy. He looked at Angela and spoke softly. "I'm sorry Angela. We completely neglected you. How can we make it up to you?"
"I want you Tony. I really want you," she spoke huskily. She pulled the satin gown up over her head and threw it over the back of the couch. She removed her white, lace, high cut panties and placed one long shapely leg on top of the couch back and put the other foot flat on the floor.
Tony's mouth fell open. Angela lay totally exposed right in front of him. Her full, firm breasts were topped with large, pink nipples, hard, wet, and erect from the excitement of watching Tony and Sam make love and Sam's hot little mouth sucking madly on them.
Her narrow waist flared out to wide hips and firm, round buttocks. Nestled between her long supple thighs, her lovely, very wet, very swollen pussy, framed with soft, blond fleece begged for attention.
Angela's right hand slid down over the slope of her tummy and combed through the blond curls. Her middle finger searched and found the throbbing little nub at the top of her pink slit and rolled it around like a marble in oil. Her hips rose and down as her finger slid easily deep inside her swollen, aching cunt. She slowly and deliberately stroked her long finger in and out as her other hand teased and pinched her full, hard nipples.
Tony knelt on the couch between Angela's outstretched legs. His hand gripped his, now hard cock and slowly rubbed the giant head up and down the wet lips. Angela's hand found Tony's hand wrapped around his cock. "Let me," she groaned. Her hand guided the giant invader to her hungry opening and pulled it between her spread lips. Her hands gripped his buttocks and pulled him roughly against her hips.
The giant cock slid long and true into her very depths until it was completely buried inside the long neglected cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, my God Tony, yesssss, yesssss, yesssss."
His hips moved back and forth and from side to side around, forcing the hard cock to find and rub every nook and cranny of her sweet cunt. Faster and faster his hips pumped against her bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
Just as Angela was about to scream, she felt Sam's small mouth on hers and the girl's inquisitive tongue searched inside her mouth.
"Ohhhhh yessss," her moans muffled by Sam's mouth and tongue. "Yessss darling. I'm commmming, I'm commming."
Tony's hands gripped Angela's wide hips and pulled them hard against his forcing every bit of the giant monster inside her and held it there as it began to throb and spurt and bathe her insides.
Sam held the big, beautiful breasts in her hands and pulled at the long, tight nipples as she continued to kiss the older woman.
"Oh wow," Angela cried, as her shattering orgasm subsided and her hips fell back to the couch. "That was unbelievable, incredible. I love both of you very much."
"You mean you don't think I'm a monster for what happened," asked Tony?
"You mean, maybe we can do it again sometime," asked Samantha?
"You're not a monster Tony, and yes Sam we'll definitely do it again. After all, Who's the Boss?
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