Loving My Daughter ( In Ways That I Never Thought Was Possible)

All characters are/were over 18 at the times of portrayal.

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My wife Andy changed when our daughter became a teenager; I think she thought Janet had become a rival to her. Andy became so dark and spiteful. Things came to a head when Andy became violent with Janet when She was fifteen. Andy tried to strike at her daughter, but Janet youthful reflexes enabled her to push her mother away.

Unfortunately Andy was in the direction of a flight of stairs . . .

Andy survived, but from her hospital bed she set the police on Janet  was taken into custody and I first visited my daughter to comfort her, then to my lawyers and thirdly to the hospital to serve my wife with divorce papers, then back to Janet

I did what I could for Janet but I’m not a lawyer and I’m not rich; the court ended up sending her down for four years, to a young offenders’ institution. I visited regularly and she seemed to be doing okay there. At the very least she kept her head down, finished her schooling inside and got time off for good behaviour.

Janet release came just after her eighteenth birthday, which I was glad about; since any longer and she would have been sent on to a normal prison. We met in the release room, where she signed for her things and her parole.

She hugged me tight for what seemed like an hour; I felt the form of an adult woman pressing against me, where I had only been used to a child before. She was still shorter than me, but she had grown up.

Janet was quiet during the car ride home, except to ask where we were going; I explained I’d moved house, gotten a two-bedroom place for us since the divorce. When we arrived I showed her around and she remained quiet. It was only after I commented that her room was smaller than her old one that she whispered warmly that it was perfect and she hugged me again, pressing her face into my chest and she cried.

I let my daughter get it out; the mass of bottled up emotions she had been concentrating within her. Not letting go of me she sobbed as she told all of her fears, the possibility that I might abandon her, that she might go back to prison, that she had no future, that her mother might come back . . .

(Of course she wouldn’t know that her mother could never come back. A couple of years ago during the divorce she had shown up drunk and tried to attack me. I lost my temper and snapped her neck. I threw her body off of a bridge and with the alcohol in her blood the coroner concluded suicide. I kept all of it from Janet for her mental safety.)

I pulled Janet  off of me and looked her in the eyes. I said that I would be there for her, for as long as I lived, unconditionally. I told her I loved her more than any other person. Jess replied likewise and said she owed me everything.

That evening we had a takeaway and just watched TV together, enjoying each other’s company. I decided to turn in and Janet followed me up.

*****

I was just falling asleep when I heard my bedroom door open. “Daddy, are you asleep?” (Janet had been calling me ‘Dad’ since she was ten, but on seeing me today she had gone back to ‘Daddy’.)

“Not quite, darling, is something the matter?” I asked in the dark.

“I don’t want to be on my own tonight.” She said nervously. “Daddy?”

“Okay.” I replied “It’s a bit of a shock being on your own again isn’t it, having a room to yourself again? Still you’re a grown woman now; just this once, darling.” I lifted up the covers on my bed and I heard her shuffle over until she found the bed in the blackness.

Janet climbed onto the bed and slid in between the sheets. Her hands and legs found my body and she pulled herself against me. “That’s nice.” She said softly as her head rested on my shoulder.

Something was amiss, I felt. Suddenly it came to me and my hand instinctively felt across, feeling only hot skin, not fabric. “Janet, are you wearing pyjamas?”

“Oh Daddy” she giggled. “I’m completely naked. Why don’t you take your ‘jammies off too?” I could feel her hands now feeling over my chest. This wasn’t the touch of a child, it was the touch of an adult; a lover?

“Janet; what are you doing?!” I said with a sense of urgency at the boundary my eighteen year old daughter seemed to be intent on bending, if not outright crossing.

“This is the only way I can thank you, Daddy. I’m here to give you what a man needs.”

“No!” I cried out and reached for the bedside lamp. We both squinted as it suddenly illuminated the scene, I lifted myself to a sitting position. “You don’t need to thank me at all. And I’m your father, this is just wrong. This isn’t how we should be.”

Janet looked at me pleadingly. She was sitting up too, holding the duvet to cover her chest. “But Daddy, I want to. All the time I was inside, you were the one who gave me hope; you gave me the strength to keep going. All I could think about was you, alone out here. Now I’m out, we’re together. We’re both adults. I even kept my virginity inside, to save myself for you.”

“Look darling, I think you’ve got things mixed up; one thing that should be two. I’m your father; I’m here to protect and support you. There will be another man out there for you to find; someone your age with whom you can fall in love with and build a future together.”

“Daddy; but what about your future? I want us to be together.”

“I’ll support you until you find your Way, and I’ll always be here just in case.” I was looking at my daughter torn between the image before me of a naked nymph in my bed, and the person that was my child. I was tempted certainly but I had to think of her actual needs first. “I can’t be your lover too, I’m your father.”

“I don’t care. You’re the only man in my life; I want to give you everything. I’ve had almost three years to think about this and my mind is made up.” Janet said, deliberately dropping the duvet to show off her pert breasts.

One of her legs was wrapped around mine. My cock was erect from the stimulation of her touch and view. She pulled away the duvet and took hold of my cock through my pyjamas.

I reached out and grasped her wrist. “No!” I said firmly.

“Trust me.” Janet replied.

I can’t explain it; my grip slackened and I let go of her wrist. She opened my pyjama Fly and pulled my cock out. I don’t know why I let her, but I felt I couldn’t move, like I was only a spectator as she crossed the line into incest.

“It’s so beautiful, Daddy; your cock is gorgeous.” Janet said, in quiet awe. “It’s better than I imagined, so much.”

I watched as her dainty hands grasped it while her body re-oriented. She stroked my cock a couple of times, which felt amazing, and then she plunged her mouth onto it, taking my eight inches deep into her throat.

Despite my pseudo-paralysis I was trying to stop her, but the moment I felt the tightness of her throat around my cockhead; I gave up and accepted it. Partially because my mind was now flooded with both hormones and a single question; where the fuck did she learn to do that????!

Janet must have read my mind as she came up for air “I did it Daddy! I practiced on Kealy’s dildo for months, to be able to deepthroat you! But a lump of silicon isn’t a cock; I didn’t know for sure until now! Woo!”

And to prove it wasn’t a fluke, she did it again; sinking her head down over my cock until I felt it bending with the shape of her throat as her lips kissed my crotch around the base of my cock.

She came up again and looked frustratedly at my cock. “Daddy, I so want to make you cum and swallow your cream, but I’m going to have to do that another time.” My teenage daughter turned to look at me. “Daddy? Can you take my virginity now please?”

I took a deep breath; this was all happening so fast. “Honey, are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want to hurt you. We shouldn’t be doing this!”

“I’m an adult now. I know exactly what I want. It’s not something normal, but I don’t care.” Janet said indignantly.

“I’ve been an adult for a lot longer; I wish I always knew exactly what I wanted.” I replied honestly.

“You haven’t been stuck inside with nothing to do but think about it, Daddy! I need you to take me, take my virginity and claim me as your lover.” Janet raised herself onto her knees and took my hands, pulling me up too.

I watched as she laid down on her back, her gorgeous flawless naked teenage body on display for me.

I knew I couldn’t deny either of us this so I climbed over her, my rock hard cock rubbing her belly as I placed my legs between hers. I moved down the bed, kissing her all the way down and sucking her nipples in turn.

“Just fuck me, Daddy!” She cried as I lavished attention on her body.

“No darling. Not this first time; . . . losing your virginity . . . can’t be the result . . . of a quick fuck. First I’m going . . . to taste you” I said as I reached her shaven sex. I cupped my mouth onto her wet snatch and probed inward with my tongue. The taste was unbelievable; I had found the ultimate flavour.

“Oh God! Daddy!!” Janet gasped as I licked her out “Yes, yes, lick my Pussy ,Daddy! It’s yours; all yours!”

Her hands pressed my head against her. A part of my mind was still incredulous; this was my little girl I was eating out; and yet now I was doing it, it didn’t feel wrong. We had simply found the ultimate way to express our love. I was eager now to take her; but this was my girl’s first time, so I took my time eating her out. Janet was already nice and wet but I was also enjoying her sweet virgin nectar.

It was also a massive turn on to know I was not the first person to eat her; how many lovers had she had on the inside? One thing was certain; they would have all been hot teenage girls just like her . . .

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddeeee!” She cried “I’m cumming!”

As she screamed out, her nectar flooded out. My little girl was obviously a squirter, very sexy. I drank it down and continued tonguing her pussy and rubbing her clit with my nose. The pressure from her hips was massive as her body clenched in her climax, my hands kept my head from being crushed.

As she descended from her orgasmic high I stopped licking and brought my head up. “Now you’re ready.” I declared.

“Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me. My body belongs to you now.”

“I love you Baby.” I said as I climbed over her. Any lingering doubts about the incestuous act I was about to commit had long faded. My daughter was now a grown woman; she had adult needs now.

“Daddy, please fuck me” Janet repeated “I know it’ll hurt but I have to have you inside me, so much!”

She is so beautiful beneath me. Her body is perfect and screams to be fucked. My cock is harder than I’ve ever known it, almost painfully engorged ready to serve my daughter. I guide it to her petal-like lips and slide it into her 

“Slowly please Daddy!” She cautions breathlessly, experiencing her pussy filling up for the first time.

“Trust me honey.” I replied, already going as slowly as I dared. She was very tight but so hot and wet; I was resisting plunging in, but only just; the last thing I wanted was to hurt her. I realised this was the thing about incest; we already had such a deep love and caring bond with each other that sex was simply a step further.

“I can feel you; you’re on my hymen. I’m ready Daddy; break through!” Janet said gasping as her vagina gripped the tip of my cock. “I need you in deep!”

I could feel it too. “How do you want it honey? Fast or slow?”

“Slow please Daddy, make me a woman now please!”

I added force and could feel it stretching.

“It hurts Daddy! It’s so painful.” My daughter cried out.

“Stop?” I asked, worried.

“No! Just fucking do it!” Janet screamed through the pain.

I pulled back a bit, and then plunged deep into my daughter, bottoming out inside; my balls slapping on her arsehole outside.

Janet eyes went wide “Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed.

I held still, not wanting to hurt her any more.

After a few seconds, Janet looked up directly at me, grimacing. “Daddy, it still hurts but I think I’m ready now to get fucked.”

“Not fucked, darling. Loved.” I corrected her as I slowly pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. “I’m making love to you, my angel.” And I kissed her.

Janet responded to the kiss and our tongues soon met, sloshing together as we kissed passionately as we coupled. The kiss was broken as she orgasmed, gasping for breath as her body fluttered beneath me.

I slackened my effort as I waited for her to finish, my cock gently sliding in and out of her tight hot wet spasming quim. I want to make it last but my daughter was too tight a fit. I pulled out and let Her recover.

After a minute her eyes opened “Why did you stop Daddy?”

I kissed her again, still holding my body over hers. “I’d have cum, darling, and you wouldn’t have been able to enjoy it.”

Janet looked down At her body at my still erect cock. “You’re all . . . bloody.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you shove something through a tissue membrane. Take a good look angel; that was the only time I want to see you bleed. Are you ready to keep going?”

“Can I be on top, Daddy? Oooh!” She asked and squealed as I responded, dropping my body onto hers, wrapping my arms around her; and rolling us on the bed.

“How’s that?” I asked, now lying on my back with her on top of me.

“Fun!” Janet replied as I released her from our embrace and she rose up over me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this! Again!” she said as she manoeuvred her hips over me, aligning her pussy over my cock.

I just laid there and let her handle me into docking angle. I was watching the look of concentration on her face.

She sighed as she lowered herself, embedding my bloody cock back inside her. “Ahhh, that’s better. That’s where your cock belongs, Daddy; in my Pussy. I was made to fit it.”
“It certainly is a tight fit darling.” I observed.

“Exactly!” She said, starting to bounce on me.

The delay had relaxed me and so we were fucking for a while. I loved watching her pert breasts bouncing and I held her hips with my hands, giving her a little help and steadiness.

“This is it Daddy, this is what I dreamed of when I was inside, I was riding my Daddy’s big cock; he was filling me up and fucking me!”

“I’m nearly there darling. Tell me who you belong to?” I asked.

“I belong to you Daddy; I’m Daddy’s little bisexual fucking slut!”

“So  fucking right!” I agreed and used my hands to ram her down upon me, my cock deep inside my daughter’s vagina as my orgasm hit and I fired up into her.

“You’re cumming Daddy! Aaah! I feel it hitting my insides!” Janet cried out “I’m cumming too Daddy! You’re too fucking gooooooooooood!”

I pulled her upper body down and held her body against mine as the last of my cum deposited inside my daughter. Her nipples were like bullets, indenting into my chest.

Janet raised her head once her orgasm finished and looked at me.

I broke the silence that had followed our orgasms. “I love you darling.”

“Love you too.” Replied Janet and we lightly kissed. “I meant what I said, Daddy; I belong to you now.”

“At least until we find you a nice boy your own age, darling. I can give you what you need for the now, but you need someone for your future.”

“The future can wait Daddy. I’ve got you back and I’m happy with now.” Janet said and slipped herself off me and laid her body beside mine, with her head on my chest. “Now is everything I need.”

I put one arm around her and the other pulled a sheet over us. We talked, basking in the afterglow of sex and feeling completely close to each other.

“What made you start thinking about us, sexually?” I asked, curious.

“Well, girls talk a lot. I learned so much in that place. A good number of the girls had been abused by their families; I mean sexually; some actually enjoyed it, most didn’t. One thing got me thinking; how could a father rape his own daughter? It seemed so evil at first. I thought of us in that situation; if you had forced yourself on me . . .”

“I would never do that!” I interjected.

“Oh Daddy, I know. But it turned me on; the idea of you taking me for your own pleasure. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. But I knew you wouldn’t do it, because you love me; I had to give myself to you first.” Janet explained. “I realised it was what was missing from both our lives and it would make you happy, and me too. Look Daddy, I really don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

I stared at her. “Honey, what we’ve done is wrong and probably illegal too. But damn society, I’ve never felt closer to you. As long as you want to make love, well; I want to too.” I pulled her to me and we kissed again. “Besides, I own you now.” I added lightly.

“Yes, Daddy; I’m yours.” She replied seriously.

After a while, Janet lifted herself up and asked “Are you tired?”

“Not really, darling; you don’t have to go or anything.” I replied, looking up at her.

Janet played with my chest hair. “No, Daddy. First; I’m never leaving your bed. Second; I want to fuck again.”

“I wish I had your youthful energy, darling. I think I can manage another go. What do you want to do?” I loved her energy and realised I was going to be kept very fit; just from fucking my teenage daughter, or the exertion could kill me . . .

Janet looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye “Would you like to fuck my arse, Daddy? I’m not a virgin back there, but I’m still nice and tight.”

“Who on Earth have you been having anal sex with?” I asked incredulously.

Janet smiled “Oh Daddy, don’t worry; yours will be the first real cock in my arse. When I was inside we . . . well, all the girls, we . . . well, fucked like rabbits! Strap-ons, toys, fingers and licking each other! When you lock a load of horny teenage girls up together; that’s what happens. But I wanted to save my pussy for you, so when I got initiated I sacrificed my other cherry instead.” She giggled “Turns out I like anal, so it wasn’t too much of a bother. Where do you keep the lube?”

“Lube?” I said blankly. “Err, I haven’t got any.”

“Oh my poor Daddy; all this time you’ve had no-one to love you; no-one whose arse needed fucking regularly. Don’t worry, you can get me nice and slippery with your tongue and I’ll then do the same to you.”

I got up and had her lay on the centre of the bed. I pushed her legs up until her knees were at her ears, exposing both her holes. I had her hold her legs in place and I went for a damp wash cloth.

Returning, I washed the entrances to my daughter’s holes and then my cock.

I discarded the cloth and bent down to get personal with her vagina again. She writhed as I ate her out. “Daddy, my arse, fuck my arse” she moaned.

“Patience, angel.” I replied and continued to tongue her cunt for a short while. Then I moved down her perineum and latched onto her arsehole with my mouth. I made as much saliva as I could and spat it into her rosebud and licked around it, enjoying her anal flavour at the same time.

Then I moved up over her, aligning my cock with her mouth. “Give it a good wet suck darling” I instructed, lowering my erect cock into her mouth. It felt heavenly as my daughter blew me but I regretfully pulled out.

I moved back down until our faces were level. “Ready?” I asked.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” She replied and we kissed for a moment then I aligned my cock.

I pressed against her anus, while watching her face for expressions of pain.

“Put it inside!” She moaned softly.

I pressed forward and felt her anus slide around my cock.

“Go deep, Daddy! You’re filling me up!” she exhorted as I continued to slide in. My cock felt like it was being crushed, but I could feel it was Janet skilful use of her muscles rather than her arse being unaccustomed to penetration.

I bottomed out, my balls resting against her. Janet relaxed her legs, letting them press against my shoulders

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The Crush

It had been another long week. Midterms were done and it was definitely time for some well deserved R&R. Mya, Shay and I were in my room talking about the going-ons around campus…where the next fraternity party was, who was performing at the Sigma party, where the after parties were and an earful of other college jargon. Somehow the conversation veered… ’Well, I have never been with a girl’, Shay said, sitting pretty, clad in her floral dress and bible attached to her hip, ’it just never interested me…’ She would come down to my room every night smelling of baby powder and honey soap. I would leave my door unlocked because I knew that she would be there at midnight sharp. She would crawl in my bed quietly as not to wake my roommate. Her hair tickled my face as she laid next to me. She always laid close up behind me with her pussy pressed against my ass. I could feel the coolness of her skin as her t-shirt had rolled up over her hips. Her breathing was shallow. The air made the hair on the nape of my neck tremble. I could begin to feel the wetness increase between my legs. The scent of her aroused me more than any man ever had. I craved for her. I felt her began to wine her hips in a figure 8. She knew what that did to me. She wanted me as much as I did her and would do anything to get my attention. I pretended to be asleep. I wanted to see just how far she would go. I felt her change positions. Now laying on her back with one leg in the air my curiosity got the best of me. I turned my head. Shielded behind my long curly locks, my eyes remained hidden as I saw a bulge in the sheet between her spread legs move up an down. Her shallow breathing had now became a rapid, quiet pant. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. As she fingered herself harder I began to have flashbacks to our first encounter a few days after midterms. The image of me with her leaning against the wall and her legs on my shoulders created a sudden shock between my legs and I realized that I was cumming. I let out a light moan as I continued to cum and watch her simultaneously. Just as I was about to get up and sit on her face she turned over and faced me. She took her finger out of her and with her other hand spread my legs. Now, with the same finger that she had use to please herself, she was now pleasing me. The kisses she placed around my already exposed breasts made my nipples harden like diamonds. Her cherry scented lip gloss intoxicated me. My roommate began to stir. She yawned, turned over to face the wall, and fell back to sleep. I was glad that she was a hard sleeper. Shay slowly got up and removed her shirt. Her breasts were round and firm with chocolate colored nipples. I longed to put one in my mouth. She sat on the bed, clad in her birthday suit and pulled the sheet off of me. The night air blowing in through the window cascaded over my body and made me shiver. Her tongue was still inexperienced but she was definitely getting better. It slipped in and out of me like a soft snake, aimlessly wandering about my pussy. Her tongue flicked and folded over my hard pearl as she went to work. She was beginning to enjoy herself too much as she started to finger herself again. My legs were over her head as she sucked and blew at my pussy, patiently awaiting my release. Her hair was soft and long. It tickled my thighs and I let out a little giggle. She looked up at me, face covered in my honey as a sly grin shown across her face. No words, she went back to work. I pulled and tugged at her hair as she was sending me in a frenzy. I pulled her hair back in a ponytail so that she would have no more interruptions. My body began to get hot. I felt my back begin to arch and my legs involuntarily opened wider. My eyes closed tight as it took every bone in my body for me not to scream. I was at the beginning of an orgasm. My body began to twitch, her sucking became fierce. The slurping noises emitting from her lips and my pussy gave me an idea of just how wet I was. With my head leaned back, I opened my eyes and looked out the window. It was a full moon and the sky was littered with stars. I moaned. She went crazy. I was having an orgasm so strong, so fierce, so powerful I paid no attention as to how much noise I had began to make. My roommate had began to stir again as my moans disturbed her. Not caring if she woke up and saw us or not we continued. This time she focused her attention to my bed. She was aware of what was going on but didn’t say anything. She was a virgin and had started to enjoy these midnight shows between Shay and I. She would masturbate while watching us, acting as if she were still asleep. Her moans were quiet as not to disturb us, but we both knew what she was doing. My attention left my roommate as Shay began another fierce go at my clitoris. My hips had lifted off he bed and Shay had a firm grip on each side of my ass with both hands. She whispered to me, ’Do you like that?’ I couldn’t speak. ’Does that feel good?’ The tone in her voice was seeking approval of her performance. My silence told more than what I could say in words. The bed was wet under me. I wanted to taste her. I loved the way she tasted like milk and honey. I sat up slowly and looked at her licking me. Her tongue glistened in the moonlight creeping through the window as it went in and out of me. She flicked it across my hard clitoris and it sent me into oblivion. I couldn’t bear another orgasm. I pulled her head back by her hair. She looked puzzled. I beckoned her to ’come here’ with my finger. She crawled up towards me, still between my legs, and positioned her face in front of mine. Her lips were shining and still smelled of cherry lip gloss. I rubbed my hand through her hair, with my finger under her chin I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She tasted good. I tasted good. I kissed her softly at first as she just held her mouth slightly ajar. I sucked on her bottom lip, removing any honey that may have remained. I kissed her chin and licked her lips. It drove her crazy. I kissed her slowly, softly, then harder and more intense. Her tongue was still slippery as it found its way inside my mouth. I wanted to taste the rest of her. I repositioned myself on top of her. She looked at me in my eyes, panting, obviously remembering the way I made her feel, anticipating my touch. I gently rubbed one finger up her slit. She was dripping. I played with it by slowly inserting a single finger into her warm, drenched pussy and then pulling it out over and over again. She moaned. I smiled. I pulled her left leg up onto the bed and pushed it up. Both of her knees were now in the air. I kissed her thighs dangerously close to her pussy. My tongue ring created a cool sensation on the path I traced with it. Her body shook slightly. She softly ran her fingers through my tangled hair. ’Elizabeth’ she whispered. Again I didn’t answer. She whispered my name again, this time through shallow breaths, ’Elizabeth?’ ’What?’ I asked, wondering what could be so damn important as to disturb me at this moment, ’I want you to do to me what you did last time’ she said. Shay was a real freak and I liked that about her. She had no cut-cards and when she was in my room anything went down. She wasn’t scared to try anything new and she welcomed my ideas. I stood up and smacked her on her thigh. It left a red hand print on her light skin ’Damn gyal, smaddi inna di zone tonight ee?’ I said to her. She liked it when I spoke Jamaican patois to her. It seemed to make her all the more willing. I walked over to my dresser, with 4 eyes on me and pulled out the bottom drawer.I looked back at Shay on my bed beginning to finger herself again. I walked over to her, pulled her finger out of her, and stuck it in my mouth, sucking on it a little as I pulled it out. ’Wait,’ I said, ’I’m coming’. She gave me a half grin. Damn she had a set of beautiful eyes. Looking at her almost had me lost for a minute when some footsteps running down the hall jarred me back to reality. My dorm was alive all times of the night. I walked back over to the half opened drawer. A silk scarf, lavender-vanilla scented massage oil, strawberry flavored edible panties, and a whip were wrapped up neatly in my S&M bag. I removed the silk scarf and walked back over to my bed. She was rubbing her breasts. I lifted her head up and tied the silk scarf around her eyes. I wanted to kiss her again. I walked back over to my drawer and pulled out another silk scarf. I looked back and saw Shay laying there on my bed, blindfolded and smelling like cherries and couldn’t resist. She couldn’t see me so I would take full advantage of that. I walked over to my mini refrigerator and pulled out a jar of sliced mangoes and grabbed the bottle of honey on top of the microwave. She begin to giggle when she heard the door close. I wondered if she knew what I was up to. I walked back to my bed and sat right between her legs. Heat was emitting from her center. I kissed her lips, both sets, softly and she exhaled. I pulled out one slice of the mangoes and rubbed it on her mouth. I let the juice drip on her lips and she hurriedly licked it off. I took the mango, bit a small piece off and kissed her with it. It drove her insane. With the rest of the mango, I spread her legs even wider, and stuck it in. The chill of the mango made her jerk a little, but her heat overtook the coolness of it almost immediately. I slowly stuck the mango in and out of her repeatedly and she began to cream all over it. I removed it and put it to her lips where she devoured every bite of it. My roommate moaned. I grabbed the honey and covered my finger with it. I put my finger in her mouth and she sucked as if it were a man. I knew she was enjoying herself. She loved to be blindfolded to add a sense of mystery and an element of surprise as to my next move. She began to moan and pleaded with me to ’taste’ her. I loved to make her wait. By the time I would finally go down on her she was well wet and was already on the verge of an orgasmic seizure. I got up on the bed and rubbed some of the massage oil between my hands and applied it to the insides of her thighs. The smell aroused us both. I kissed her thighs and made a trail with the tip of my tongue up to her slit. I licked her one time and she bucked. I put my arms under her legs and pulled her down closer to my face. She was breathing heavily through her lips. My lips found their way to her pussy once more and her sweet nectar escaped almost immediately. I licked and drank every drop of her. I used my tongue ring and played with her pearl and she began to cum again. I asked her, ’Do you like that?’ ’Yes. Oh please don’t stop. Please don’t stop’. The quivering in her voice alarmed me and I looked up at her. Tears were streaming from her eyes and her hands began to pull my hair…a little too hard for comfort. I asked her, ’You like that eeh? Put yuh hands dem hind yuh head’ She obeyed and began to fondle her breast as her hands were on their way behind her head. She raised her hips high to where I had to get on my knees. She began to climb the walls. The honey had fallen over and spilled on the floor. The sticky golden substance flowed in the moonlight like Shays flowed over my lips. Forgetting all about my roommate, Shay was panting louder and louder. My roommate must have gotten herself off as she was nothing more than an bundle of snoring sheets on her bed. Shay was now standing up with her back leaning against the Jamaican flag on my wall. More tears rolled down her face and landed on mine. She moaned louder as she let off a hot load of steaming cum in my mouth that I wasted no time drinking. I let go of her ss and laid back on the bed. Both of us were breathing hard and she collapsed on the bed in a heaving pile of pleasure. After a few minutes, we both got under the blanket and drifted off to sleep… My phone had been ringing incessantly as I popped up on the last ring. I took note of the time. 4:12 am. I looked over at my roommate who was snoring lightly, dead asleep. After what seemed like only a few minutes, two and a half hours had elapsed. A single beep alerted me that I had a text message… ’Come to my room.’ was all it read. 4:13 am. I rolled over out of bed, grabbed my shower kit and made a b-line straight for the community bathroom at the end of the hall. The water hit my naked body and immediately soothed me. My neck was stiff. I heard someone enter the bathroom, then a flush a few seconds later followed by their retreat. I held my head under the water and saturated my hair. As I began washing my hair the lather ran down into my face forcing me to close my eyes. The raspberry scent was pleasurable. I heard more footsteps. As I rinsed my hair I looked at the faint pink suds spiral down the drain. I closed my eyes again. I felt something roll down my back. Figuring it was just soap I paid no attention. Then something else. I felt hands as someone cupped my breasts. ’Shhh…’ she whispered in my ear, ’its just me’. Her hands were cold against the warm water. She played with my already hardened nipples and ran her hands up and down the sides of my body. Her palms were soft and the feeling was pleasing. She ran her fingers through my semi rinsed hair and began rinsing the rest of the shampoo. She lifted my hair and kissed the nape of my neck. ’Give me your sponge’ I handed her my body poof and she began washing my back. The soap rolled down my spine and tickled every inch. I hadn’t yet opened my eyes. Her tongue was warm as it maneuvered over my spine. It sent chills between my legs. The water cascaded over our bodies and dripped from my entangled eyelashes. I let out a soft sigh as her tongue found its way to the very base of my back. The soap on her hands made them glide with ease as they slipped down the sides of my hips onto my thighs. I marveled in how her hands traced every curve of my body. She moaned. The water was still hot and the steam from the shower created a foggy, almost ghostly scene. I felt her hand separate my legs. To keep myself from loosing my balance I shifted my weight evenly an leaned forward placing my hands on the tile wall in from of me. My back was arched and she pulled my ass towards her. My ass was protruding towards her face and I felt the warmth of her breath surge over the warm water droplets that had settled on my skin. She kissed my ass gently, tracing shapes with her tongue as she went along. My breathing became paced and I focused my attention on the incessant music the water made on the tile floor. My sensed were inundated and my heart began to race. My hair was hanging low in front of my face. I felt her tongue slip into my ass. I froze as the act shocked me, sensing my apprehension she slowly slipped it back out. ’You like that?’ She asked with a little laughter in her voice, ’No’ I whispered back to her. The thought of that never interested me and I couldn’t bring myself to having it performed on me. Shay once told me that she would do anything to me I told her to…she was serious. I heard her change positions and peeped over my shoulder to see what she was doing. Her hand simultaneously cupped my pussy and played with my clitoris. She was on both knees kissing my ass again. She pulled my ass back firmly towards her face and drove her tongue deep into my pussy like a drill. The rigid ness of her tongue and the softness of her lips created a sensation that made me shiver and moan loudly. I pushed my hair back out of my face and tilted my head upwards letting the water rain down over my eyes. My nipples were rock hard and I felt myself getting ready to cum…

MILF Slut 2 (Interlude)

Professor Carter and Sandy agreed to meet for lunch on the Monday after Thanksgiving. They both wore a French pin attached to their clothes so that they would recognize each other. God help them if there was a Bastille Day celebration going on in Atlanta .

Sandy wore the same clothes as if she was having lunch with the girls. She wasn’t trying to dress like a slut or even seduce the professor. Sandy was looking forward to an interesting intellectual conversation.

There were two things that made Sandy nervous. First, she was meeting a man for lunch that was not her husband and he was practically a stranger. Was she cheating? Second, she never went to college and was concerned that he might think of her as ignorant and stupid. On the way to the restaurant, she was second guessing herself again yet he seemed so nice online and nonjudgmental. Only time would tell if this was a good idea.

The restaurant was crowded. How was she going to find a man wearing a small French lapel pin? She didn’t have to worry. A man at the bar had a small French flag planted in his water glass and Sandy ‘s heart skipped a beat as she saw an older man that looked very much like a professor. He wore glasses, a tweed jacket with elbow patches, slightly disheveled silver hair, and a short grey beard. It had to be Professor Carter.

“Professor Carter is that you?” she said in a soft voice.

His voice was deep and mysterious when he said, “Yes, have we met before?” seeming to have forgotten that he was having lunch with Sandy .

“Well, not really Professor but I’m MILF,” she said in a whisper. “You know, from Lush.”

“Oh of course. I’m so sorry but I was thinking about a student of mine that looked very much like you and thought she had bumped into me here. I apologize. I should have known seeing the pin you’re wearing. Let’s find a table.”

They followed a waitress to a corner table where they both ordered a glass of Pinot Noir. “Wait,” the professor said to the waitress, “Bring us a bottle and two glasses.”

“I hope that will be fine with you. I have most of the afternoon free. Even if you need to leave early, I like to have a couple of glasses of wine with lunch.”

“Oh, that will be perfect,” Sandy said in a practiced voice. A glass of wine would calm her down. If she was going to be nervous, she didn’t want to telegraph it to the professor.

“Okay, you know my name is Jacques so why not call me that. What is your name?” he asked.

The professor was so honest but Sandy just couldn’t bring herself to be as truthful. “I’m Donna,” she said. Sandy used her mother’s name because it was something she was sure to remember in her little white lie.

“Well, Donna, have you been back to France ?” the professor asked as the waitress uncorked the wine. The professor was so professional about sniffing and tasting the wine and then nodding his approval; yet he seemed so helpless in other ways.

“No, we haven’t been back,” she said.

There was never a pause in their conversation as they both enjoyed their pasta lunch. Professor Carter told her interesting travel stories and a few funny anecdotes about his students. He was charming and a good listener. Sandy told him about their Thanksgiving and how she decided to go online with Lush Stories and why she wrote the story.

The second glass of wine relaxed her further and Sandy became a little more open about her life. She talked about her girls and her husband’s profession.

Professor Carter asked, “Do you plan on writing another story for Lush?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Maybe. Do you have an idea that I could use?”

“Well, how about a story meeting an older man for lunch? Maybe it could be with a French Classics professor?”

Sandy laughed. “That might be a good idea but I would have to make up some fictional erotic scenes to match the genre on Lush.”

“Maybe I could help you with that,” and he smiled a bashful smile.

“Maybe,” was her guilty response.

On her way home, Sandy wondered why Jacques Carter was so attractive. He must have been very handsome as a young man but now he had a chiseled face showing the years. Although he still had a thick head of white hair, it looked like he was having a perpetual bad hair day. His glasses didn’t fit well on his nose either. What was it about him? Clearly it wasn’t a physical attractiveness. Perhaps she admired his honesty and intelligence as well as his deep, soft, calm voice. Sandy felt comfortable with him especially since he was interested in everything she said. Professor Carter was reserved yet he seemed so helpless at times making Sandy feel a bit sorry for him.

Sandy decided it was nothing more than a woman’s instinctive nurturing role although a second thought came to mind. Could she be having a crush on an older man? Anyway, she had a great time at lunch with the professor.

Sandy arrived home before her daughters who had cheer leading practice after school. Dinner wasn’t ready but Andrew wouldn’t be home until after seven so she had some time to check her e-mail and messages on Lush. People were just returning from their Thanksgiving vacations so not much was happening online.

She sent a short note to the professor thanking him for lunch and telling him how much she enjoyed their conversation. Then she added, “I’m thinking about writing that story you suggested. Any ideas?”

An image of the past crossed her mind. It was long ago when she was a teenager and had accidentally walked into her parents’ bedroom while her mother was having sex with an older neighbor. It was ‘Uncle Frank’ who was a retired policeman and a close friend of the family. It’s that Sandy didn’t realize he was that close.

Uncle Frank’s penis was between her mother’s legs and both were moving their hips together as if they doing an exotic dance like the tango. Sandy ‘s mother had her arms around his neck and he was kissing her passionately while they did that sex dance. Sandy was shocked! How could her mother do this, cheating on her father? Not only was she heartbroken for her dad but was surprised that a man with that age could still have sex. Yet, the idea of being loved by Uncle Frank in the same way had made her wonder what it would be like to be his lover. Sandy quickly forgot those thoughts feeling guilty for having had imagined such a thing but she did wonder what it would be like having sex.

Actually, Sandy hadn’t thought about her mom and Uncle Frank for years. He passed away a dozen years ago but now everything was vividly coming back to her but in a different way. The attraction she felt in her loins for Jacques wasn’t much different from what she experienced that day long ago.

There was still time before Andrew came home to check out one of the latest stories on Lush. It was about a young teenage girl about sixteen or seventeen having sex with her father’s business partner. The man must have been thirty years her senior. She read it with some amusement but then her introspective nature kicked in and she began to wonder if Jacques Carter was more than a Lush friend. Did she have a latent desire to have sex with a man that is at least as old as she remembered Uncle Frank? Was Professor Carter that man?

The attraction nagged at her each time she went to Lush Stories and read other stories about young girls fucking older men. Sandy read some stories where older men were having affairs with younger married women. They all excited her and for the first time she began to fantasize about having an affair with another man, Professor Carter.

Most of the time Sandy got relief by masturbating but she continued to be Andrew’s slut in bed. She loved him so much that sex with Andrew was the only thing that kept her from suggesting something more than lunch with Professor Carter.

In fact, one Friday when their girls had left for a weekend camping trip with the church, Sandy decided she would seduce Andrew when he got home from work. She wore no panties or bra, a tight wet t-shirt revealing every detail of her curvaceous breasts, and a mesh mini-skirt.

Andrew was right on time as always when he swung open the front door saying, “Hi Honey, I’m home.” Taking off his suit jacket and tie and looking in the living room he said, “Where are you?”

“I’m in the kitchen, darling. I have an appetizer here for you before we have dinner.”

Andrew walked into the kitchen to see Sandy seated on the counter with her knees bent and slightly spread. She said nothing but lifted her tiny skirt and tantalizingly opened her legs. Andrew needed no further encouragement. He was inside her dripping pussy in an instant.

He carried her with her legs circling his waist to the kitchen table where he set her down like a rare valuable piece of china. Then he thrust into her as if she as a whore. Maybe he imagined that it wasn’t Sandy that he was fucking but the sexy neighbor girl that he had never admitted admiring. Nevertheless, Andrew finished the job with powerful strokes and a half dozen jets of cum deep within Sandy ‘s welcoming cunt. They both agreed it was a nicest hors d’oeuvre they had ever enjoyed before dinner.

The scary part of the pre-dinner orgy for Sandy was that, although Andrew might have been thinking about the girl next door, Sandy was imagining it was Professor Carter plowing into her. Sandy reasoned that she had to find a resolution to these revived feelings and the guilt that came with them.

Quiet In The Seat

I was about 15. Still a virgin. He was going on 17, and he was my first boyfriend. We had been dating for about a year already and were both anxious to try new things and explore each others bodies. But my mother NEVER left us alone. So one day Jose accompanied us to my families house about 40 miles from our town. Everything was normal and the visit went fine. By the time we decided to leave it was dark out. I always rode shotgun with my mom so I was just about to hop in the front seat when he grabbed my hand and asked me to ride in the back seat with him. We had a 3 row truck. I said ok not thinking anything of it and let one of my sisters ride in front for once. (Mind you all 4 of my sisters were riding with us, one in the front seat with my mom and 3 in the middle, then us in the back). So everyone gets in. Lights turn off. And we start down the road. Being that it was dark out he caught me by surprise when he slipped his hands between my legs and started to gently rub my vigin pussy over my jeans. I tried moving his hand thinking he was crazy for trying something in the same car as my family but he whispered for me to just relax. So I did. He continued rubbing away and it felt good. So good as a matter of fact that he could feel the moisture through my jeans. He then unbuttoned my pants and slid his fingers over my soaking underwear, then he let one finger slide through my lips and circle my clit. I almost let out a gasp but I didn’t dare let my mom know what was going on less than 5 feet behind her. He finger fucked me for 40 fucking miles. But he didn’t let me come once. It was incredible. My underwear were dripping by the time we reached his house to drop him off. He licked his fingers just before the lights came back on. Gave me a peck on the cheek and got out the car. I was sad to not have been able to repay any favors, but I knew we would have gotten caught for sure. We  went home and everyone went to bed. As I lay there in bed I kept replaying it in my mind and I let my hand slip under my blankets and tried to mimic his movements to pretend he was there. Then my phone vibrates. Its him. Asking if everyone is asleep and saying he’s outside. Excitedly I tip toed to the back door and snuck him in for the first time. I led him to my room and as the door locks behind us he quickly grabs my fat ass and pushes me on the bed. He pulls my pants off and buries his face in my crotch licking up my juices from earlier. I can already see how hard he is and it makes me drip even more just imagining him inside of me. He licks my clit while fingering me so damn hard and so fucking good. He then climbs into bed with me and on top of me. Teasing me with the tip of hard dick, rubbing it all over my already sensitive pussy. He slowly slides it in so not to hurt me. It hurts for just a second then he starts pumping away. Slowly at first, then picking up a delicious pace. Both of us virgins. Him so thick and hard from pent up frustration and me so tight. I could feel him stretching my walls and inching me towards my first orgasm. Just then I stopped him. I wanted a turn. So I switch him spots and straddle him. I kiss him gently and passionately while lowering my ass on his throbbing cock. I feel his head pass through my lips then into my pussy and let out a satisfied moan. I bounced on him hard. Letting my ass smack his balls every time. I could feel my orgasm coming again and this time I didn’t stop. I grinded my pussy on him hard. Rocking back and forth while still going up and down. Then my body tightens and I feel it hard. It takes me over and I let out a soft whimpering moan right into his ear so he could hear what he’s done to me. Then I feel him tighten and throb between my legs right before he cums too. It was amazing, our first time. And it all started with us being quiet in the back seat ……………………..

The Virgin

One night I was interested in hooking up with a black busty girl named Sierra, but instead she introduces me to Trish, a black busty girl herself. She had big busty breasts and a thick round ass. For some odd reason right after she stepped, into my room, she got in my bed and pulled the cover over her. But I didn’t pay any attention at first. I was drinking so I really didn’t care. Until I got tired and wanted to bed then I noticed her blue jeans were lying on the floor. Then it got me wondering what she had on underneath the covers, she smiled at me then I sat on the bed started talking to her, her likes and dislikes. We carried on a conversation for a little, but she never got from underneath the covers. But later on she said she was cold that why she was covered up. So I told her I was going to bed. Then asked her if she had plans or was she was going to sleep in my room tonight. She answered saying that she was waiting for her friend Sierra to come back. But she’d wait in my room if I didn’t mind, I agreed that was fine. I turned the light off but you could see in the room because of the street lights outside my window. I lifted the covers to see her short thick legs and a pair of white panties. That got me thinking I was nice and lay down but Trish wanted to talk some more so we talked for a few minutes in the dark, then she said, can we have some fun while both of us were in the bed. I agreed then I lifted the covers and started pushing her shirt up slowly, she didn’t seem to mind at all. So I went on by saying I wanted to see what she had on under her shirt. She said she had her black bra on underneath and wanted me to remove it for her, then, she told me that I had to undo it from the front. I was more than willing to help her remove it for her. I proceeded to undo it. I sled her shirt up past her undid it revealing her big breasts that caught my attention, when she first came in as I began to grab them in my hands and squeezing her big nipples with my roaming fingers then I lean over to kiss them and slow enjoy them with my mouth, I hear a pleasant low moaning coming from her lips. I sucked them harder and harder the moaning turned into cooing, finely my hand roamed down her bellybutton and on to her white panties she was wearing, slowly going down between her thick black legs and over her pussy. She didn’t stop me in any way; she seemed to be encouraging me by look on her face and the sounds coming from her mouth. Her head leaned back, her eyes were closed and she was licking her lips. As I took my fingers rubbed her cunt through her thin panties little by little I was taking my fingers and barely entering her vagina listening to her moaning get louder and louder. But I didn’t have to hear her to tell, her panties were moist. As I continued to wiggle my finger deeper and deeper into her willing pussy the tighter it got. I lifted the covers and went between her legs I took both my hand grabbed both side of her white panties, and pulled them slowly little by little as they sled down her thick juicy ass , I could smell her fresh pussy smell. They finely went over her ankles and past her feet. Then I took my time licking the outside of her vagina spreading her legs, and separating her pussylips to expose her clit. As soon as I stuck my lips around her wet clit and had my tongue whipping around in her pussy she grabbed my head and shoved my tongue deeper into her juicy cunt .i penetrated her pussy with my tongue . I felt her cum rushing into my mouth, and she was squirming and her moaning turned into a low screaming, I took two fingers and wiggled them into her tight little hole. Going slow at first then faster and faster her cunt was filling my mouth with loads of her cum, and I licked up every drop. I popped my head up from the covers to see her rubbing her nipples in excitement. I flipped the covers off completely and took off my clothes I had on showing her my erect cock. She really got excited when she seen my enlarged tool coming toward wet impatient mouth, licking her lips in an impatient manner, as I placed my cock between her wet lips and slowly entering her eager through it . Slide easily in an out of her mouth the tighter her grip with her lips got, the harder I drove it into her mouth like a second cunt. She tasted my pre cum, by the look on her face, taking it all the way to my ball to her lips on her face. Meanwhile my fingers were busy penetrating her tight little cunt making her enjoy it more. I quickly pulled my erection out of her willing lips, and moved it to her entrance of her inviting open legs. She quickly told me take it easy, I’m a virgin and told me she had a condom in her pants pocket, so I got it out. Tore it open, Slide it over my hungry cock. My impatient enlarged tool. Entered her wet cunt slowly you could see the eagerness on her face as the head entered she moan and groaned as I got my erect cock all the way. Into her juicy snatch then as I pulled it out and pushed it back in .her mouth open and released aloud squeal I asked if she was ok , she told me it felt good but weird and to keep going. So I did I pumped it faster and faster than before her wet tight virgin vagina was getting broke in. for the first time I began to slam it in harder and harder hearing her get louder by the second, I grabbed her legs and put them on my shoulders . I began to go at it pounding her virgin cunt hearing my balls slapping agent her pussy. Sliding in and out with her cum on my tool lubing my shift. Coming to one goal both of us releasing our juices . but before I squirted my cum in a place of my choosing. I pulled out and instructed her to get on her knees and lean forward. And told her that’s call doggy style, so she did her sweet round ass in the air. I took my two fingers and entered her sweet smelling snatch driving them as deep as I could in her wet cunt preparing it to receive my hard cock to, my surprise she was pushing back against them very eager to fuck my cock not my hand. So I heard her say in a demanding voice put it in now. I carefully slide it into place and she done the rest slamming her gifted ass back and forth on my throbbing cock I lean toward her grabbing her hips slamming it in as deep as it would penetrate her wet pussy. About to explode but held back, she pulled it out and collapsed on her back I pulled the condom off and aimed my cum shot at her big swollen ripe nipples. As I released my hot cum on her breasts. You could see her excitement on her face when she felt my hot fluids allover her big black nipples I fell on the bed grabbed her back of her head and French kissed her, while moving my hand between her pussy to make her cum one more time which didn’t take a second. She squirted her hot juices on my hand. We pulled the cover back on us, she told me that was better than she had imaged .we both fell asleep in my arms. Couple hour later I heard a knock on my door. It was sierra. Asking her if she was going home with her. She told her no she was sleeping with me tonight, later on I found out that she wanted her to distract me, because she didn’t like me that way. Fine with me I took Trish’s virgin pussy and made it my own.