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Our Bet
by Flinders (address withheld)
***
Father and Daughter find their need is too great and
evenutally accept their fate, which everyone else knew
was going to happen away. (MF, inc, mast, oral, rom,
preg?)
***
The Morning
The alarm went off and I thought about my options. It
was another cold Friday morning in July. July is always
miserable in Canberra. After taking a hot shower I went
to make coffee for me and a cup of strong tea for Jess.
This routine helped me get those grey winter morning's
rolling. I stood next to the heater that switched on at
06:15 waiting for the kettle to boil. My body's pre-
warmed state came from the insolating effects of
morning's hot shower. It allows me to stay comfortable
while the house begins to lose its chill.
I would normally leave the cup of tea brewing on the
bathroom cabinet and return to my room to dress for
work. Jess would get up when she heard the mug hit the
tile counter top and then take her shower while I
readied breakfast. Dishes would be stacked and left
until that evening. The car was then defrosted and off
to work we went like the seven dwarfs arriving at the
office before eight.
That is the normal situation, yet for some unknown
reason this morning was a bit different. Instead of
leaving the warmth of the heater I decided to simply
relax and enjoy my coffee whilst masturbating a
particularly firm erection. I was not quite sure why I
was so horny and erect on this morning. As usual Jess
was on my mind when I awoke, making my erection quite
normal.
Yet today it appeared to be firmer than most mornings
and much more sensitive and demanding of attention. The
more vigorously I rubbed myself the deeper I slipped
into a relaxed and comfortable state. As I shifted
closer towards an orgasm the more wonderful it felt.
I ordinarily retreated to my room before Jess emerges
from her shower. But this morning I was too engrossed
to notice that Jess was already up and coming to
investigate why her mug of tea was missing from the
bathroom counter. I remained totally unaware of Jess'
casual approach. I leant on the heater with my left
hand while softly wanking with my right realising that
this erection was as large as I ever get. I was
stroking myself enjoying the sensations totally
oblivious to Jess' efforts to ask me about her missing
mug of tea.
Obviously seeing that I was pre-occupied and unaware of
her presence apparently gave her the discretion to deal
with the situation in anyway she thought appropriate.
She evidently decided before making her own tea to
investigate my activities further. Just as I was about
to orgasm she yelled at me,
"Stop! Don't cum on my carpet."
I was so deeply into my self-abuse that at first Jess'
comments sounded like an echo. A second later, however,
I was quickly jerked back into reality, well almost.
Fortunately for the carpet, my ejaculation instantly
ceased to be a threat as my penis went limp. Mentally,
I remained totally incapacitated. When she saw that I
was in a very shattered condition and incapable of
addressing the situation in any organised fashion, she
harped,
"Oh you poor thing, I'm sorry, did I frighten you?"
She then broke into a stifled giggle. I think her words
were a true reflection of her feelings but there was
still a hint of elation and power in her expression,
you know that, "I caught you," type of snicker. I could
only nod yes. She had caught me in the throws of a
supposedly private erotic activity. The time it took to
adjust to this comic theatre was instantaneous.
Nevertheless, it was like an accident being played out
in slow motion. I finally was able to speak as I pulled
myself together at least physically.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there. I should be
doing this in the bedroom," was all I could express.
"That's obvious, but it's a bit late now, don't you
think," she replied with some level of continued glee.
Jess obviously understood the stress she caused and
tried to reassure me that all was really Ok if only a
bit comical, casually saying,
"You shouldn't worry, I feel like doing the same thing
this morning. I could really use a long deep orgasm
myself right now."
She stepped back as I walked past her to prepare her
tea. It was too late to hide my fat pink body or my
still stiff but short penis. I handed her the mug
expecting her to proceed towards her shower when she
said,
"Thanks. Do you know you're leaking."
The bloody carpet again! I looked down noticing a large
clear drop of seminal fluid about to drop from a
pleasantly opened hole in my softened glans.
"Sorry" I replied. I immediately collected the drop
with my forefinger. Without thinking I just put the
finger to my lips before sucking it clean. Next I
repeated the process by milking a second drop from the
hole again sucking my finger clean. When I looked up at
Jess I noticed a rather intrigued look on her face. I
reasoned that before watching me suck these drops of
pre-cum into my mouth she had seemed to be in control
of the situation, now she was looking a bit antsy. I
was too shattered to concern myself further and finally
retreated toward my room to dress for work.
I felt chilled so I climbed back in bed pulling the
doona over myself as I collected my thoughts about what
Jess may be thinking just then. I suddenly decided it
was unfair to relinquish such a good erotic fantasy and
that I wanted a day off to rekindle it. I was going to
call the office and take my first real sickie.
I heard Jess rummage about as I lay there thinking
about the last quarter hour. Strangely and to my
delight my erection returned with a renewed sensation
that was telling me to finish what I had started. The
bed warmed quickly and my mind was again emersed in my
normal morning mental images. These images were
associated with slowly and sensually giving Jess head,
a rich image I relish. In my mind I was savouring the
taste then swallowing the sperm I had released inside
her earlier that morning. This ritual offered me my
safest refuge for my desires and increases my sense of
wellbeing.
Suddenly, Jess called through the door saying, "It's
getting late." This time her comment felt like it was
just part of my fantasy until it broke my image once
more. I was pissed. Twice now I missed getting off.
When I realised that it was real, I told her that,
"You go on without me. I'm taking my first sickie." I
followed on by telling her that I would call the office
later.
There was a bit of a pause then; "Ok," she replied in a
giggling tone. "Enjoy. See you tonight. Try to keep
your cum off my carpet Ok. Oh, and don't get it too
sore and wear the poor thing out, remember you just
might need it some day."
How rude I thought. I was so deep into it right then
that I thoughtlessly shot back, "Nonsense, and don't
worry. Besides you know it's your fanny that always
gets sore first."
There was a short silence then steps followed a moment
later by the sound of the front door opening and
closing. Still insulted, I settled back and decided to
stretch out my wank for as long as I could. I relived
my practiced and perfected fantasy of fucking Jess
until she was full of sperm loving the images that
habitually floats through my mind's eye. And today I
was making sure I suckered her so long that she was
really sore too.
I concentrated on her swollen labia becoming full,
reddened and tender to my tongue, her wet opened vagina
seeping sperm and her engorged erect clitoris stretched
outwards from under the restraints of her tightened
prepuce. Focusing on her luxurious thighs I realised
that Jess was magic to think about.
I was almost ready when I decided that I wanted the
feelings to last longer. I got out of bed to calm down
by making myself a second cup of coffee. The heater was
still on. So I proceeded to the same spot I had
occupied earlier, before being so rudely intruded upon
earlier in the morning. Several more minutes were spent
seriously stretching my penis to make it as full and as
thick as earlier. I was enjoying the freedom of wanking
when a weird thought flew through my mind, I hadn't
heard the MG start and drive away.
I immediately turned from the heater and went to the
window carefully pushing back the heavy drapes to see
out the window. Sure enough the MG was still in the
carport. Jess was seated motionless in the car. Her
head was bent over resting on her hands gripping the
steering wheel. Stopped again! I threw-up my hands in
defeat. At first I thought that she might be unwell,
yet within a few seconds she opened the car door,
collected her briefcase and headed for the front door.
The way she grabbed her briefcase made me realised then
that she was neither ill nor had she forgotten
something.
I quickly made my way behind the kitchen panel. She
carefully opened the front door, looked in then entered
the warm living room. She quietly closed and locked the
door behind her. She silently stood still for several
minutes afterwards apparently weighing up a decision.
Or perhaps, having made up her mine did not know what
to do next.
A few more minutes passed when I realised she was still
undecided about whether she would stay home or go to
work. It was clear that she was weighing up the
options. I instantly realised I wanted her to stay home
right then and that I needed to quickly tell her this
fact. I was disparate and panicked at the possible loss
of an opportunity and decided to act.
"Jess, please don't think about it so much, just let it
happen. Just do it. Come on Jess, its easy. I dare you
and besides, it's Friday after all," I pleaded then
stepped out into the living room so she could see me.
She looked up at me and smiled. "What has Friday to do
with it? Do Fridays make it better?" she questioned.
"Yes always," I answered.
Her tense and pensive demeanour quickly changed. A
delightfully naughty smile emerged across her face. Now
looking directly at me she took a deep breath allowing
a more relaxed expression to spread through her stance.
She put down her briefcase and hung up her heavy green
coat on the door.
Next she removed her boots. She undid her belt, pulled
down her fly and undid her pant's button. She pushed
down her black pants catching her knickers along with
her hose as she pushed them down. She stepped out of
them in several short movements. Next she stood up and
pulled her jumper off, unbuttoned her blouse while
lifting it up and off her shoulders. Finally, she undid
her bra and dropped it on the pile of clothes at her
feet. She was now standing nude near the door.
She looked up coyly and asked? "Dad, you're going to
fuck me, right?"
"Yes," I answered clearly.
"Right, I thought for a minute that I may have
misunderstood. No that's not right, I know you want to
fuck me," she replied. I approached her grasping her
hand to pull her gently towards the heater.
"No wait Dad, I want you to fuck me in my bed. I
haven't fucked in it yet," she said as she pulled my
hand towards the hallway leading to her bedroom.
"Delighted. I haven't taken a lady to her bed for a
long time. You know Jess; I'm going to make you gooey
then I'm going on to do all kinds of naughty things to
your body. Can I do naughty things to your body?" I
spoke to her as we hurriedly made our way to her room.
"Yes Dad, make me as gooey as you want, I love getting
wet and messy. Also you will see that I'm not a "lady"
either. Dad, you have to promise to put your sperm
inside me too?" She giggled some more.
"I can wet all your holes?"
"Yah, why not, they all work well enough" she replied.
I was beyond myself and enjoyed the enthusiasm Jess was
showing. She was actually excited by me wanting to fuck
her.
The Brunch
Jess began giggling as we entered her room, which by
the way, was a total mess with clothes scattered all
over the place. Before I could think I was pushed
backwards on to the bed with Jess quickly hopping on
top of me.
"Shit, I'm wet enough!" was all Jess said as she
crawled up and straddled me. She proceeded to open her
labia and slip her vagina over my penis. She then just
simply let herself slide down on top of me. She
squatted down straight away giving a deep vibrating
moan as she settled her mons on my pubis.
"Oh, this feels nice!" she gasped as we calmly absorbed
the sensations. Moments later she began riding me
gently. I could not stand the intensity. It caused
tears to fill my eyes. She leant forward and kissed me
gently. It was a soft and sensual kiss and it was good.
She fucked me firm enough so that her bed began to bump
against the wall making a quiet din. I became aware
that I was only a passive lover at this stage driven by
the strong and determined movements of Jess' hips as
she rode me.
"Come on Dad, do it. I can't wait, hurry put your sperm
in me, you promised. Come on you know you want to," she
gasped as she slowly humped me.
Within a few seconds I moaned, "Jess, That's it." I
immediately began to release my sperm wetting Jess'
insides.
"Oh that's so good, I can feel it. Wait let me get you
deeper," she said as she carefully squeezed me deeper
inside her. Hopefully sperm was now being squirt close
to her stretched and opened cervix so they moved
instantly into the deepest recesses of her womb. "Ah
yes, put it right there, Oh yes, I think that's the
right spot. Come on dad, push in right there. Yes that
the spot," she gasped.
"I can't stop Jess," I moaned.
"I know, I know" she quickly giggled. "Don't stop
pushing, stay real still. Remember you said just let it
happen, Well it's happening just how it's supposed to
happen. We're doing the right thing you know it. It's
feeling wonderful. I love feeling sperm moving inside
me. I can't believe how good this is. Hey Dad we did
it!"
I tried to stay still, push and squirt as hard as I
could. I also instantly understood what she was doing
and I was over whelmed and again tears welled up in my
eyes. I realised that it was probably going to take
many more fucks to satisfy her libido and desires or my
thirst. We were both out of breath and panting as Jess
fell over onto her back.
"Well Dad, was it as good a fuck as you anticipated?"
she commented
"Better. But that was only one orgasm we need more
practice. We have to fuck again as soon as I can get
another erection," I panted.
"No problem, I'll suck you while you eat me, Ok? I'm
really good at giving head" she proclaimed
"Love to," I said as I shifted around to get my mouth
attached to her vagina's opening. She was soaked as our
creams began seeping out. I just had to taste her
before her creams started to cool. I knew that would
reduce the flavour of our mixture. As I took my first
deep sucks Jess twitched causing her to eject a large
gulp of her fluid into my mouth. This surprised both
Jess and I.
"Hey, that's the first time I have done that. I never
had an ejaculation before" she whispered. "It's great.
It feels great. How do I taste?" She went on.
I was so overwhelmed by Jess' delicious tastes and by
the amount of creams she had just released that I was
having trouble swallowing all the fluids. I could not
reply.
"Come on Dad, do we taste good?" she prodded.
I swallowed as much as I could then pulled my mouth
away telling Jess that, "You know I've always loved
your taste. You have the most delicious cum."
I immediately began sucking her vagina open trying to
get as much of her cream as I could. Jess layed back
and groaned, releasing a second gulp. This one was
heavier and had more of a sperm favour. I recognised it
as me enjoying the taste especially when it was
accentuated with Jess' creams. After sucking for quite
a while, Jess was empty, exhausted and totally relaxed
she moaned, "I feel so totally fucked out. Its
wonderful!"
"Shit its 9:15, I need to call the office and tell them
that I am totally fucked right now." She giggled. "Do
you want me to tell them that you're fucked too?"
"Of course," I replied. "Tell them it's always the same
problem, it's a family thing. Whenever one member of
the family gets totally fucked so dose the other," I
joked.
"Dad, are you sure you want me to tell them that?" she
asked.
"Yah Jess, I'm sure, I wanted this to happen so let
them know it," I replied. "I hope your right" Jess then
called and spoke to someone.
The Explanation
"Good morning Lady, are you having a good morning?
Good, so am I. Look I'm calling you to tell you that I
won't be in this morning, I'm feeling totally fucked
right now - can't you tell? And oh, by the way, my Dad
is totally fucked too."
After a pause, "No wait, wait that doesn't sound right,
I mean Dad was fucked too. Yes, that's right, he won't
be in either. Yes that's right we are both totally
fucked."
There was a short pause in the conversation before,
"Not so, really. It always happens the same way,
whenever one of the family gets fucked, I mean is
fucked so is the other," she repeated. "No really."
Then with a deeper and serious tone, "Well yes, it did
happen to us at the same time, if you really need to
know" she snickered. "I guess it was something I ate."
There was short gap then, "Bernadette you're so rude
this morning. But you're wrong, I've haven't tasted him
yet. Besides you know that stuff never makes me ill no
matter how much I drink. You're such a nasty girl" and
more snickering.
I had forgotten just how literal Jess could be. Seconds
later she laughed loudly at the slip then listened
before saying, "It was just a slip damn it. Yes of
course I'll tell you about it. You remember, you bet me
that I'd get fucked sometime, well I just was, oh shit,
I mean, I am."
She paused, then said, "Yes, over the last few hours
this morning. Stop it, don't laugh, its true, I'm
really fucked. I'm as open and wet as I have ever been,
if you know what I mean. Yah, I thought you would"
Jess laughed aloud again then paused to listen once
more. She then said, "Thanks for the confidence, We'll
see you Monday. Have a good weekend, and I promise,
I'll tell you everything then."
Seconds later she said, "Yah, your probably right, in
my present state I will certainly stay fucked for a
while and likely for several more days after that too -
if we're lucky. If we're still fucked on Monday we'll
call you. Hey don't be so jealous, you know you can do
the same thing. Remember telling me, You too just need
to use the balls you already have. I dare you - now
that you know it works. You should try it. I recommend
it. See you Monday." She hung up and laughed.
Jess hung up telling me that, "I called a friend who I
think is sympathetic and understands my needs. She
knows I have been hanging out for a good fuck for some
time now. She understands what happened and will keep
it to her self, hah, I think. Oh well, I don't care if
she doesn't, really. Jess followed moments later with;
"She was just reminding me that they said it would
eventually happen, and that it was just a matter of
time before I would do it. I owe her bottle of Baileys,
I think."
A little later she added, "I'm glad their suspicion is
over and I can now behave like I want without
surprising anyone. They now can stop wondering what's
wrong with me. It isn't like the situation was
unexpected you know. They knew that I would eventually
get you inside me, they're just surprised it took two
and a half months for me to do it." Now they are
opening book at 12 to 1 that I'll be preggers by
August," she said.
"Is she right?" I asked.
"Could be. You interested?" Jess replied.
"Yes, of cause," I answered.
"That's interesting. I thought you might. Well I know
that one fuck doesn't make us lovers. Lovers need to do
it a lot more. It was pretty good wasn't it?" she
asked.
"It was wonderful. What else can we do now," I asked.
"Let me show you. Maybe we can lower those odds. What
do you think?" Jess continued.
"What do we win?" I asked.
"Maybe, just maybe a baby," she answered.
"Fair enough, Call her and tell her we'll take the
bet," I replied.
Jess giggled and rang the number again. "Bernadette,
Dad says to take your bet, What do you say to that? 12
to 1 I'm pregnant by my Birthday in October. Well you
game? We know how to do it and I think the time is good
right now. So get the message out so we can better the
odds. See you Monday, maybe. We may need to practise
for a few days. Tah."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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