Your Curvy Dream

"Are you okay?" I ask sweetly. "I thought I heard crying."

You open the door, peeking around the edge.

"No crying," you say. "Just watching a movie."

"Oooh!" I say excitedly. "Can I watch it with you?" We used to watch movies all the time. It was my favourite bonding activity with my big brother.

You hesitate, but I watch your eyes scan my body, something hidden in them when you say, "yeah. Give me a sec."

You close the door, and open it a minute later in nothing except your boxers. I follow you into the room, and I settle on your bed in front of your laptop.

"This is a special movie," you tell me. "And you can't tell mom and dad I watched it with you."

"I won't!" I promise.

You press play, and I watch, eyes wide, as the girl on the screen is bent over a counter and railed. We watch for a minute, and you notice when I squirm.

"Do you want to play a game?" You ask.

"What kind of game?" I reply.

"I'll put on a different movie, and you'll do everything the girl does. It'll be fun!"

I nod innocently.

You pull open a video. The girl sits on her couch, and I do my best to sit like her on the edge of your bed. A guy comes up behind her, his hand roughly groping her tits. I gasp as you do the same, rolling my nipples between your fingers.

When her legs open, mine do to, and the movie is forgotten as you reach into my panties, sliding a finger inside me.

"Good baby girl," you whisper as I lean back into your chest. "You know what this movie is called?"

I shake my head, letting out a small cry as you add another finger.

"Little one... What's up?" He asks her softly.

"My cunny feels funny." She whines, wiggling her hips as best she can against the bulge in his pants.

"Baby..." He let's out a little moan, and loosens his grip on her waist. He unintentionally bucks his hips up and his bulge pushes hard against her cunny. A little noise comes out of her mouth. "Oh did that feel good, princess?" He whispered against her cheek.

She nods and presses her hips down against his to feel it press on her clit once more making her moan.

He easily unzips his pants to release his cock. Her eyes widen at seeing it. He rubs the tip against her wet panties with a deep groan. "Ugh your little cunt is so wet." He whispered.

She whimpered, unsure of what was happening but knowing she really liked the pressure against her pussy. He slid her panties to the side and slid the tip along her wet pussy lips.

"Ugh I haven't put my cock in something so wet in so long." He groaned. "But you're too little baby, my cock won't fit inside you yet." She whimpered at the feeling of the tip just tracing along the entrance. He moved her hips to fuck himself along her wet pussy, making them both moan.

"Daddy my belly feels weird!" She whimpered.

The first time Emily met Sarah's father her only thought was how bad she wanted to get on her knees and worship him as a man should be worshiped. Emily had always had a thing for older men and until she turned 21 the only thing she had were fantasies of some silver fox that she would let use and ruin her. That was until she met Mr. Davis. Tall, handsome and the perfect amount of gray in his beard to make her knees weak thinking about how it would feel to scratch against her thighs as her legs wrapped around his head.

Sarah had kindly invited Emily over to swim in the pool at her fathers house. Thinking it would be just the two girls she thought nothing of wearing her tiniest bikini to get the best tan. So when she knocked on the door and was met with Mr.Davis' stare Emily could barely restrain herself from fidgeting in her see through cover up while she asked about Sarah.

"You must be Emily. Sarah called and said she's stuck at work for a while. Why don't you come on inside and you can wait for her by the pool if you like?" He opened the door just enough to let her slide past him, still looking up at him as she thanked him for allowing her to come in.

It felt weird sitting there on the lounger with barely anything to cover her body as her position was so that she faced the house to get the most sun. Her skin felt hot and her breasts felt heavy as she stripped the little cover off, wondering if Mr.Davis was watching her. If he looked out the window as she adjusted the straps of her bathing suit as an excuse to skim her hands along her body. What she really wanted was to spread her legs, pull her bottoms to the side and finger her wet pussy, moaning and look into the window to see Mr. Davis staring down at her as she begged him to fuck her tight young pussy.

Instead she kept the fantasy to just that, but let her thoughts wander, going to the school girl uniform she had deep in her closet and the metal ruler she would use on herself while wearing it. So deep in thought was she that Emily failed to hear the object of her desires walk outside and right to her chair where she was pressing her thighs together to feel some pleasure for her needy little pussy.

"I saw you didn't have any sunscreen, you might want to put some on." His deep voice startled her out of her daydreaming. Looking up and seeing him without a shirt, towering over her in his swim trunks, it was a struggle to maintain eye contact when all she wanted to do was let her eyes roam over his body and settle at his waist which was level with her eyes. It would be so easy to reach out and feel the muscles on his stomach and let her fingers glide down until touching the fabric that she desperately wanted to grip and pull down revealing what she ached for.

Emily hastily accepted the bottle, her cheeks reddening in desire and shame for her dirty mind. Quickly rubbing some on her hands, she started working the lotion into her skin, trying to calm her thoughts and distract herself. Mr. Davis sat down in the chair next to her after she assured him he could join her. Even if he was just taking advantage of the nice weather it made Emily strive not to think about climbing into his lap, straddling him and seeing just how hard she could make his cock by grinding her pussy on him.

Her legs and arms now coated completely she turned to her stomach, going so far as to slip slightly under her top and graze the bottom of her breasts. Telling herself it was to prevent sunburns, she lathered her shoulders,neck, and most importantly her chest. What Emily would admit was the act of having her hands stroke her breasts around the two tiny pieces of fabric covering her nipples while Mr. Davis was barely a foot away, turned her on even more than her fantasies. She hadn't looked at him since applying the lotion and was longing to know if he was watching as she rubbed her body.

"Turn over" Her hands stopped completely when she heard the command. Emily looked up and saw his dark eyes and hard face, the intensity of his stare had her in a trance. She couldn't think of a reason to deny him, and so, turned her body over until she was laying face down with her head on her arms and her breasts squished against the chair. Her breath hitched as she felt him pull both bikini straps slowly, untying them. Teasing her until she felt nothing holding her top to her body.

Emily waited as she heard Mr. Davis set himself over her, his legs on either side of the chair and then felt as he settled himself between her legs tight against her ass. She whimpered as she felt his hard cock dig into her and if it weren't for his thighs holding her down she would have been digging her ass into that dick and making her eyes roll. Instead what she got was Mr. Davis' hand grip her hair tight as he whispered for her to be still. Only after she nodded did he brush her long hair over her shoulder, reach over and grab the forgotten bottle of sunscreen. Emily felt him drip the cold lotion up the curve of her back surprising her with the chill splashing her skin. Mr. Davis started rubbing it in, working his thumbs into her body, from the crest of her ass and up her back. It felt delicious to have his hands on her, feel his weight pressing her down and when he worked his way to the middle of her back he started thrusting his hips into her.

Emily cried out as the higher his hands moved up, the harder he would dig himself against her crotch. Her pussy was being teased as he dry humped her, moving in a way that was imitating how he might fuck her. Hard and deep.

Mr. Davis once more gripped her hair, tugging it to make her back arch as she was lifted slightly. "You fucking slut. Don't think I can't see what you've been doing this entire time. Showing off those tits and ass, grinding that pussy into this chair. You're just a bitch in heat aren't you?" His voice deep and low as he continued to shove his cock against her pussy and ass. To hear him degrade her had Emily moaning out loud confirming his question by eagerly shouting yes to him.

His hand stayed pulling on her hair as the other pulled his cock out of his pants and untied one side of her bikini bottoms. Emily felt the cool air on her ass as he exposed her and quickly the touch of his cock against her made her pussy beg to be taken. Mr. Davis dragged his hard dick against her ass, dipping it between her legs and running it along her soaked pussy. He groaned feeling how wet she was, letting his cock get coated in her juices and finally let her feel the tip nudging into her pussy.

When Emily let out the most cockteasing moan Mr.Davis didn't hesitate to finally shove as much of his cock inside her as he could. He was done with the teasing little whore and wanted to teach her a lesson, and by the sounds she let out as he forced his dick in her cunt, she got off on it.

"Fuck you're wet! I knew this pussy was gonna be tight but I didn't know this slutty cunt would make my cock so fucking soaked." He groaned in between thrusts as he fucked her, made her take every inch of his dick while he had her by her hair screaming as her pussy gripped him tight wanting him to never leave.

"You want this dick don't you Emily? Want me to stretch your tight young pussy and fuck you good don't you? You need a real man to make you feel this good, make you cum so hard you touch yourself thinking about it later" All Emily could do was keep moaning as he tore into her, pounding her into the lounge chair, making her helpless to the pleasure he was forcing on her while she gripped the top bar of the chair so tight, trying to hold onto something as she was fucked into oblivion.

Mr. Davis spread her legs wider making her take more of his big dick in her pussy. He reached around, grabbing her throat from behind, pulling her slightly more up. Her tits bounced with every hard thrust he gave to her. It was then he started to squeeze, limiting her breathing and making her drunk on pleasure. Emily's mouth was wide open but no sound was escaping as it was all too much. His cock stretching her, his hand around her throat and finally when he ordered her to cum on his cock she let go.

He never stopped moving inside her. Even as his grip on her throat lessened and his thrusts grew softer, he still kept as much of his dick in her as she milked him. He felt her young pussy grip him and knew he wasn't gonna leave it.

Her little whimpers and moans coming down from her orgasm started to grow in intensity as he ground his dick deep in her, barely letting an inch of his length out of her before grinding back in, stimulating that needy little clit as he did.

Emily's entire body was still tingling, still wired as she felt Mr. Davis' cock practically digging into her womb. Mr. Davis' bare cock, fucking her, right against her cervix. Her cock drunk brain was slow to get the words out but she managed in between his thrusts.

"Mr. Davis, please, you have to-ohhh god- please, you have to pull out. I'm not-mmm I'm not protected" he never stopped, didn't even falter as he kept his slow steady pace.

His hands grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her, he forced her up higher using them as leverage. Her tits now on full display as he fucked her mercilessly.

This is a fictional story of a forbidden encounter and is intended to be for the purposes of role play only. If you are not a fan of incest fantasy role play, I suggest you skip this story. All characters are consenting adults. This is a side story of Amber and her daddy. A piece I wrote several Father’s Days ago

I open one eye to have it flooded with the only beam of sunlight that maliciously finds its way through the blinds. Closing it involuntarily before the sun fries my retina. I roll over and open both eyes blinking to try and gain focus. I roll back over and look at the clock. 7:30. I stare to watch how long before 7:31 happens. I listen to the silence. Well, somewhat silence. I focus in and gear a multitude of sounds that I've learned to dismiss. 7:31. Good enough. I get up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sit there for a moment. Debating if I should watch 7:32 come. I watch close. Trying to anticipate it. I glance off it for a second to look at the date. Sunday. Father's Day in fact. 7:32 ... Fuck I missed it.

I push off of the bed and make my way down the hall, pausing for a moment near Amber's door. I listen in and can hear the faint murmur of her headphones. Likely she fell asleep with her music playing all night again. I grin, and continue on to the kitchen. I go to the coffee maker expecting to perform the morning ritual of brewing the life’s blood. What’s this? The coffee is ready and a little note.

“Happy Father’s Day Daddy ♡, Love Amber”

Seems Amber prepared the coffee maker to brew at the usual time I get up on Sunday mornings. A new coffee mug sits in front of the coffee maker “World’s Best Daddy”. She’s always gotten me something that says world’s best daddy ever since I can remember. I pour a cup of coffee and take it to my den, picking up my iPad and start going through email. I hear Amber’s bedroom door open and can hear her trying to sneak up to the den door. Without looking up, “Good morning sweetheart. Thank you for making coffee and thank you for the mug.” I hear a slight giggle and then Amber taking in a deep breath.

“Daddy how did you know I was here?”

“Sweetheart, if there is one thing a daddy can hear, is his little girl sneaking about the house.” I take a sip of coffee, still engrossed in a special interest story in my iPad.

Amber takes in another deep breath and steps into the doorway. I’m oblivious to her. I only notice the shift in light breaking the threshold of the doorway at first. “Daddy?” Her voice inquisitive and light.

I look up and my heart sinks instantly. I can feel an electrical charge spread through my veins. I can feel the drain of blood and a slight dizziness fills my head. There in the doorway of my den is Amber, my daughter, dressed in thigh high stockings, panties, a tight fitting tank top and a collar. All at once my eyes inventory her entire body. Her grin devious and enticing. Not the grin of a daughter but the grin of a sinful little girl with bad intentions on her mind. It takes everything I have to suppress an instantaneous lust. Everything I have to suppress a need to take my own daughter right there. “Amber?”

She grins deviously and walks towards me with a seductive, slinky movement. Accentuating her sex appeal by swaying her hips. “Shhhh daddy. I have a special present for you.” She arrives next to my chair and grins, placing her delicate hand on mine. Nervous giggles ripple through her.

“I ... I ... I don’t .. I mean” I work to get out of my mouth. She hushes me by kneeling next to my chair, her beautiful green eyes staring into my eyes. Staring deep into me as if she is able to read my darkest desires. I know this is wrong but my god. Her body is so incredible. Sinful thoughts flood my mind. Those eyes feeding the lust. Her hair drawn into perfect pigtails, clearly intended to play into my filthy, perverted desires. She kneels and drags her delicate lips over my fingertips, her stare fixed on me. Her hands quickly seek out my inner thigh and move to my already hard bulge. She starts rubbing, a devious grin on her lips, the corners of her mouth drawn tight.

“Daddy? Do you love me?” she asks provocatively. I can see the sin dancing in her eyes.

I stare at her, still mesmerized, still frozen in a state of want and moral conflict. The sensation of her tongue circling my fingertips, her hand eagerly massaging my cock through my pajama bottoms, sends a constant pulse of electricity through me. It paralyzes me and renders me helpless to the seduction of my own little girl. “Amber, I love you more than anything in this world.” She smiles and lets out a giggle, her hand grasping tighter on my cock.

“Would you do anything for me daddy?” she asks, with a clear teasing in her tone. Leading me further down this path of forbidden pleasure.

“Anything”, I surrender to the monster that has been stirred within me. It possesses me quickly, making me push my fingers into her mouth to watch her seductively suck on them. Her eyes blinking slowly, drunk with her little sinful desires.

“I would do anything for you daddy. Anything”, her hand tugging my pajama bottoms down to release my cock. Oh fuck this is really happening. She wrinkles her nose, like a bunny, the same way she did when she was little and we played ‘Bunny Tea Time’. A big annual event that took place every Easter Sunday and she insisted I wear a tie. Her tongue sticks out a little as she works to get my cock out. Her little hand quickly wrapping around. “Oh daddy, look what I found!” she giggles, seduction dancing in her green eyes, a grin - a devious grin - one that a little girl getting into much wanted mischief would get. Hers fixed on me the whole time, seeking approval for every move she makes. I can feel a slight, nervous shake in her hand as she starts to stroke up and down. “Like this daddy?”, she bites her bottom lip.

My cock throbs instantly from her touch. Oh god my little girl is jerking my cock. I never imagined the pleasure this would bring. The dark forbidden pleasure I never knew existed floods me instantly. I reach out and pat her on the head, nodding, “Yes baby girl. Just like that.” I’m such a sick pervert. My own words fueling this sick lust. She smiles and giggles, moving her hand faster. So eager to make me praise her. Eager for me to take this to the next step. A little girl counting on her daddy to help her in this new adventure.

She moves her lips closer to my cock and kisses the head. She lets out a coo that transforms into a nervous giggle. I can tell she is nervous, perhaps terrified. Unsure if she is accomplishing what she set out to do. From the first nervous breath taking outside my den to now, I can tell she is pushing blindly through the minefield of eroticism. “Daddy ... Can I .. I mean, is it ok if I .. you know .. do more?”

Without saying a word, I guide my little girls mouth to my cock. Without having to tell her, she opens her mouth and takes me in, moaning out, her eyes closing as if she had just experienced the most exquisite truffle known to mankind. She shuffles in closer and rises up on her knees, allowing her better access to bob her head up and down. She eagerly moves her little mouth up and down. Sucking slightly, just enough to draw her cheeks in. Her pigtails lashing against my inner thigh. She purrs and moans, clearly taking queue from internet porn she has seen. The thought that my little girl studied porn to make this experience everything her daddy would want brings a sick, twisted smile to my face. She attempts to take all of my cock in her mouth but the moment the head hits the back of her throat, she gags and pulls off quickly, drooling down my cock. “Oh god daddy. I’m sorry. I’m trying, I really am. I just want this to be the best for ..”

“Baby girl, shhhh. You’re doing fine”

“I just want you to like it daddy.” her little hand continuing to stroke, her big green eyes looking up at me.

“Come here sweetie” I pull her onto my lap so that she is straddling me, her little girl parts pressed against my cock. The moment her pussy presses against my cock, she shudders, her fingers clenching my shirt. “Does it tingle?”

She nods, a worried look on her face. “Yes daddy” she whispers. The once temptress now turned to innocent little girl.

I move my hand between her legs and pull her panties to the side and slide my finger between her pussy lips. She convulses and throws herself against me, shivering. “You’re wet baby girl and daddy is very very hard.” The last words I say before lifting my daughter slightly, positioning my cock to the opening of her little wet hole and sliding her down onto my cock.

“DADDYYYY!!!” she calls out, panting and moaning. “Oh my god .. daddy. Mmmm ... please .. please .. oh .. fuck .. daddy .. fuck” Her desperation feeding my lust more and more. Oh god she is wet. I feel her dripping down my cock. Her fingers digging into my skin, her voice hoarse from panting to hard. She starts to move up and down, doing what comes naturally. Doing what feels good to her. “Mmmmm .. daddy” she coos and moans. I realize I have never felt more loved and close to her. Somehow the darkest of sins a father and daughter could ever share has brought the purest feeling of love I have ever felt.

“Daddy has you. Daddy will always be here for you” I thrust up into her, filling her with every inch of my cock. My hands groping and molesting her body. She pushes her lips to mine, kissing me passionately, desperate little moans emerging from deep within her. She moves herself up and down faster, bring her feet up and tucking them against my inner thigh. Faster and faster she bounces. I can hear her wetness as she slides up and down my cock. Wetter and wetter by the moment.

She starts breathing fast and hard, clenching harder. “Daddy .. oh god daddy, i’m going to cum daddy. Please .. I need to daddy”

Her pleading and urgency triggers me. I growl and grip her ass firmly, moving her up and down on my cock faster. “Cum baby girl. Cum on daddy”.

She squeals and rakes her nails down my chest. I feel her flood begin to flow down my cock. “Oh god .. DADDYY!! Oh fuck .. fuck .. fuck” This pushes me over the edge. I grip her waist firmly and pull her down hard onto my cock, holding her there to let her feel my cock throb and pulse.

“Daddy is going to cum in you baby girl”

“Mmm do it daddy. Cum in me. Please. I want it. I want it so bad. Please please please” Her hands frantically gripping at me, kneading. I feel my orgasm flow through my entire body, traveling from every nerve to my cock as I explode deep inside her. She yelps out and throws her head back. i groan deep and long. My cock convulsing inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum into her pussy.

“Oh fuck Amber. Fuck”

She collapses on me, nuzzling her face into my neck, her hands tucked in against her. “Mmmm Happy Father’s Day daddy. I love you”

I sit there, my cock in my little girl, filled with my seed. “I love you baby girl”

“That’s okay baby. Come here. Good girl. Tell Daddy why you can’t sleep” daddy said, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m too shy to tell you” I said quietly. Daddy had his hands on my hips and I could feel something hard against my pussy as he shifted my body around, trying to get comfortable.

“Does it have something to do with your wet panties?” Daddy’s hand rubbed my panties making me moan softly “you can tell Daddy, it’s okay baby. If your panties are wet and it’s making it hard to sleep, we can take your panties off. Now stand up and I’ll help you pull them down”

I stood up, directly over Daddy’s body, his face near my panties. Daddy reached up and pulled my panties down, slowly. I stepped out of my panties.

“I can see that your little pussy is still very wet baby” daddy said, staring at the tingly spot between my legs. “You poor baby. Daddy will kiss you better” he pulled me towards him and I braced myself against his headboard. Daddy was gentle as first. Kissing my pussy, making it more tingly. I moaned “daddy” as he started licking me.

“Good girl rub your little pussy on Daddy’s face. Show me how much you want it you little slut”. Daddy’s tongue pushed against my clit as he started sliding his finger inside me. I heard daddy pull his boxers down as he grabbed the hard thing between his legs. He licked my pussy as he stroked himself.

Moaning and rubbing my pussy against Daddy’s tongue made me feel so good. Daddy pulled me down on to the bed and spread my legs wide “look what you did to Daddy baby” he kneeled over me stroking his huge cock “Daddy needs to fuck you” he rubbed the head of his fat cock against my wet pussy and pushed in slowly. He leaned forward, taking my nipple in his mouth making me cry out as he pushed further inside of me

“Oh fuck baby. Ohhh your pussy is so tight. Daddy needs you baby. I need your body.” Daddy pressed harder against me as he sucked on my tits. I lifted up my hips to meet his as he thrust into me

“Good girl. Fuck me. Fuck your Daddy. Make Daddy cum” he growled at me

He fucked me harder and harder. His hand moved up my back, to the base of my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling tight, making me cry out. “Cum for me baby.” He took my nipple in his mouth again, licking and sucking as he grinded against my clit. I couldn’t hold back as he fucked me, I pushed my clit against him with each thrust. Daddy reached down and pressed his hand against my clit as his slammed into my pussy. Daddy’s hand and dick felt so good “daddy oh daddy what is that?”

“It’s okay baby let it happen. Cum for daddy” he said as my Pussy exploded on his cock.

“You little slut. Look at you. You love getting fucked by me. Don’t you?” He fucked me harder and harder, his breath heavy on my neck. “You make Daddy’s dick feel so good. You’re gonna make Daddy cum” he slammed into me, the pressure building as he pulled my hair “daddy’s gonna cum baby. Good girl make daddy cum.”

I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was the family holiday party and we were at the lake house like every year. I had spent the day jovial with family and imbibing alcohol to tolerate them. After a day of celebration and general jackassery. I finally thought to myself I was safe and retired to watch some TV in my room.

It was at this time that I heard a knock.

"Hey Nico can I room with you? Dad and mom are snoring and I can't take it anymore."

Sure enough against my better judgement I allowed her in. After some polite conversation we eventually turned in for the night. While Brittney drifted quickly off to sleep, nothing I could do could possibly make me calm down.

I felt my breathing getting harder and a familiar stiffness growing in my crotch almost burning my legs. Even in the dark I couldnt help but notice her beautiful curves, her full supple breasts and her flaming red hair contrasting her pale white skin and adorable freckles. All I had to do was snuggle up against her that would be enough.

Right?

I'm sorry everyone I wish I was a stronger person but I am only human. I planted my throbbing member firmly at her bottom and started slowly grinding my hips as I reached under her elastic band in her pajamas to feel her heat and wetness. Lost in a fog of lust I didnt hear her start to stir. And finally with a gasp and a quick roll around I am face to face with a shocked Brittney.

It hung in the air there. ....................................

I felt lower than low and thought certainly that I had ruined things forever. Only then was i surprised when she pressed her lips against mine and shoved her tongue down my throat. Both of us gasping for air and exploring each others bodies it was almost primal we knew it was inevitable.

Gently I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled down her pajamas. Finally this was it. My cock was harder than it had ever been, I could feel the actual heat and pulsing radiating from myself. I lined up with her most forbidden entrance and knew that this was it.

A tight fit at first, Brittney planted her face into her pillow to muffle the moans and i slowly entered and stretched her tiny tight pussy. Going slow at first I couldn't help but wince this was the best that I had ever had and was afraid I wouldn't last long.

Eventually I picked up the pace watching her thick little bottom jiggle as I fucked her moans getting more intense as I kissed her neck, and pinched her nipples.

Finally I could feel her squirming, and even throwing it back as I was thrusting into her. I knew this was it.

With no warning and one final thrust I collapsed into the pillow next to her and groaned as I felt my dick pulse and spray rope after rope of the largest cumshot that I had ever had in my life deep inside my own younger cousin.

(Another purchased story)

You've been dating your boyfriend for a while when you first meet his dad. It's a movie date and you never imagined it'd end like this.

The movie begins just as they settle into the seats next to you. The lights go out, and the images begin to flicker to life.

"Im going to lift this arm rest," his dad whispers. You figure it's more comfortable for him with his larger size and don't think anything of it. As the movie plays, you become ingrossed in it. You tense when you feel his hand slide onto your leg. Glancing over at his dad, he doesn't seem to notice he's even touching you. Trying to ignore it, you eventually relax again. Soon after, his hand slides further, causing it to slip slightly under your skirt. Goosebumps pepper your skin. You try to shift slightly but don't have anywhere to go in the small seats. Eventually you run out of popcorn.

"Oh, don't worry." Your boyfriend smiles and gets up to get you more. As he moves past the two of you, his dad shifts to make room. His hand moving all the way under your skirt right between your legs. You freeze. Your boyfriend doesn't seem to notice. He returns with the now filled bucket, and once again, you shift to let him pass. When his dad shifts this time, he applies enough pressure that two fingers slide slightly inside of you. The fabric of your underwear is the only thing keeping him out. Your face flushes, and you can't focus on the rest of the movie as you begin to leak on the older man's fingers. The movie rolls to an end, and you quickly jump up to leave. The motion causes you to fall slightly, and his dad catches you. Pulling you into his lap to stabilize you. Your heart races when you feel his buldge grind against your soaked slit.

"Come on, you two, let's head home." He says as he helps you up. Slipping a hand under your skirt and pinching your ass as you stand. You ride in the car silently.

"I'm going to shower. I'll be back in a bit." Your boyfriend kisses you as you enter their home. Your heart begins to race again as he leaves you in the living room with his dad. His dad smiles gently at you as he pats the couch.

"Go ahead, sweety, sit down." You do as you're told. Pinching your knees together. He leaves the living room and you relax slightly. He comes back with a blanket and covers you. "It won't be long." He smiles. You assume he means your boyfriends shower and relax under the assumed safety of the blanket. He leaves the room one more time. You begin to feel tired and close your eyes for a moment. Hearing movement, you assume your boyfriend is leaving the shower to get dressed. The hands on your knees cause your eyes to fly open. Your legs are spread and quickly your knees are pushed above your shoulders.

"Mmmmm" His dad moans as he burrows his nose in your still soaked underwear. "I knew it. I did get you going."

"No. No, it's a misunderstanding, " you try to say, but he pushes your panties to the side and latches onto you with his mouth. He moans as he devours you like a starving man. You can't help it when your first orgasm rips through you soaking his face with your juices. You begin to squirm, trying to shift away when suddenly he lifts your hips. Your shoulders hit the seat you used to be sitting in as he puts your hips above your head. Pushing your knees to your chest again he slips his hard cock out. "Wait, wait!" You plead, but you're so wet he slides all the way in with no problem. He begins to piston his hips into you.

"AH! Please!" You try to keep your voice down worried your boyfriend will walk in or hear this filthy scene. You strain attempting to keep him from hitting the most sensitive spots inside you, but his weight keeps you pinned under him. Listening to the sloppy sounds your body is making as he slaps against your dripping hole.

"Mm, yes, so good for me." He purrs as your body betrays you, and you begin to pant and moan. You shake your head, trying to deny how much you're enjoying it. "Oh, shhhh little one. I can FEEL you beginning to spasm on me. Don't lie to me. You know I'm making you feel good." You feel your face flush as you begin to feel your orgasm build.

"Please," you let out as he laughs, but it's too late. Another orgasm rips through you. You cover your face as your juices begin to spray trailing their way down your torso.

"I told you. Just admit it." You shake your head again.

"No, it doesn't, ahh, it doesn't feel good." Still trying to keep your voice down and your moans in he laughs again.

"I'll tell you what. If it really doesn't feel good then you won't cum again before I do. However if you DO cum before me. I'm going to cum so deep in this tiny hole and you'll have to walk around knowing my seed is in your womb." Your eyes fly open as you take in what he said. His hand glides to your clit as he makes slow pinches and circles on it. While picking up the speed of his thrusts. The sensation is too much, and you begin to moan for real. He dips his fingers inside of you while his cock is still buried stretching you to your limit. Pulling them out coated in your own cum he lubes your clit and begins pinching and pulling at it again. You can't help the moans leaving your body anymore as he plows inside of you. "Oh, go ahead, little one, I'm so close you know you want to." Tensing your body, you do everything you can to fight off your own building orgasm. You feel his cock buldge inside of you and you know it's moment now before be finishes. His hand pulls back and one harsh slap rings out across your clit. That's all it takes to send you over the edge. He lifts you off the couch, keeping you folded as he pounds you in the air. Your own orgasm draws his out of him. Sucking every drop of his seed deep into you as he unloads string after string of hot cum. He stills as you feel his seed fill you.

"That's what I thought." Your body goes limp as he carries you into his room, tying you to the bed. "Now be very quite or he will find you with my cum leaking out of that filthy little cunt of yours."

You hear your boyfriend leave the shower and ask about where you went.

Another Sunday morning church service over and done with. He sighed an sat down at his desk. He massaged the ache out of his hand from all the handshaking he’d done welcoming the congregation through the doors as they filled the pews and then thanking them as they filed out the doors to their cars.

Everyone finally gone except one.

The one who always stayed behind to help clean up every Sunday. 

The one he was battling the devil for his very soul over.

The one who was making him lose that battle more and more each Sunday.

He looked through the doorway and watched her moving around between the pews, carefully putting away the hymn books and gathering bibles from the seats. His mouth went dry as his gaze wondered over bare shoulders. Her long hair swinging back and forth as she walked, showing her tender neck that he had so many thoughts of kissing… nibbling.

How he wished to use his tongue to push the straps of her sundress off and watch it fall to the floor at her small feet.

His cock throbbed and he palmed himself. What he wouldn’t give to kiss her young breasts, to suckle on her nipples and feel her hands comb through his hair to pull him closer.

He pulled his palm away from his cock, gripping the arms of his chair tight as he counted to ten in an attempt to calm the devilish desire that was burning in his cock. 

He wanted… he needed to stop this foolishness where she was concerned. She was forbidden. Not just because she was a member of the congregation, but because she was just so young.

Most likely untouched.

His cock jerked in his pants and grew at the thought of her being a tight little virgin.

“Sweet, Lord, I’m gonna cum without touching myself,” he murmured, as his hips bucked in his chair. She walked by the door and his gut clenched and the crotch of his pants tented even more over his bulging cock. 

His fingers fumbled with the zipper as he followed her movements. He couldn’t take the pressure. He gripped his shaft tight, stroking from base to tip over and over, slowly as his eyelids fell, fantasizing that it was her soft hand touching him.

He was on the verge of a powerful orgasm when her gasp brought him back to reality in a heartbeat.

There she stood just inside the doorway, her pink, soft lips parted, her eyes wide open in shock staring straight into his lap.

And there he was with his thick cock, hard and drooling pre-cum, sticking out of his pants and in his hand. 

Fear should have made his cock drop like a rock.

Instead, having the object of his lust seeing him hard and pulsating, ready to shoot cum high in the air just made him all the harder.

Made the devil inside him all the hornier.

“It’s okay, Amber,” he told her, unable to keep his voice from growling as he slowly stroked his cock for her to watch.

Up and down, up and down he rubbed himself, fighting back a grin as he watched her hand move over her abdomen. 

She may not know what’s happening inside her body but he knew that watching him rubbing his cock was having an affect on her.

“Have you ever seen one of these, Amber,” he asked, gripping the base of his cock tight and wiggling it at her.

“On… on the internet,” she barely murmured.

So she was at least a curious young girl, he thought as his heart thumped harder in his cock.

“Now, you can be honest with me, Amber, have you ever seen one in person or have you ever touched one?”

“No, Reverend Marks, I haven’t,” she said, looking into his eyes for just a second before once more looking at his cock.

“Would you like to touch me, Amber?” She gasped and her eyes went wide again as she looked at his face. “I won’t tell anyone about what we do in my office, Amber.”

She was nervous and played with the buttons on her sundress as her eyes went back and forth from his face to his cock.

“Don’t be afraid, Amber, just take my hand and I’ll show you how to touch me,” he called to her, holding out his hand for her in trust.

He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until she took her first step toward him. When she put her hand into his, his cock jumped nearly out of his grip.

“That’s a good girl, Amber. The Lord loves brave girls like you,” he told her, watching the smile weakly come to her lips.

He turned her palm up and placed a kiss there, flicking his tongue over it to get it moist. 

“I’m going to put your hand on me and show you how to touch my cock,” he told her, moving her hand closer and closer to his cock as he talked until she was suddenly touching his shaft.

She gasped and tried to pull away, but he held tight to her hand, making her fingers wrap around his shaft.

“It’s all right, Amber, don’t pull away,” he commanded her, moving her hand up and down his shaft.

“See, nothing to be afraid of. It’s just a hot piece of skin, like what covers your arm, and that is nothing to be afraid of, is it, Amber?”

“No… no it’s not, Reverend,” her voice trembled. He took his hand away from hers and moaned as she kept slowly stroking his cock. Watching one of his fantasies come true was making his balls draw up quickly, and he could feel his cock starting to swell.

“I’m gonna shoot… some white stuff… out of my cock… Amber,” he groaned as his hips bucked into her small fist and she pulled her hand away.

“No, no, don’t take your hand away… keep stroking me,” he told her as he wrapped her fingers back around his thick shaft. He was to horny and to close to cumming to let her stroke him completely off on her own. He kept his hand wrapped tightly around hers, his pre-cum making the perfect lube to fuck himself into her palm as his hips jerked upwards into their grip.

“Oh… Oh Lord… ugh… ugh… forgive… meeee,” he cried out as thick string of cum shot out of his cock and high into the air. It seem to never end as he kept pumping his firing cock into her hand as ropes of seed fell onto their hands and his clothes.

He shuddered, his gut clenching a last time as he pushed out one more drop of seed out to run down his shaft and over their hands. He’d never cum so hard or so much.

It was because of her.

He brought her messy hand to his mouth, kissing and licking away his cum. He stared into her eyes as his tongue licked her palm and he watched as her lips parted. He leaned over and gentle kissed her. When she didn’t pull away he kissed her again, this time pushing his tongue between her parted lips and giving her a taste of the cum that coated it.

“What… what is that white stuff, Reverend?” she asked him when he pulled away. His cock started to twitch back to life as he watched her licking at her mouth, licking his flavor away.

“Mm, it’s called sperm or seed. I like to call it by it’s naughty name, cum. It’s what makes babies inside here,” he said, reaching out and caressing her abdomen in slow circle. 

“Am I gonna get pregnant, since I tasted it from your mouth?” She asked.

“No, Amber,” he chuckled, “you can’t get pregnant from tasting cum or swallowing cum. Didn’t your mother tell you how babies were made?”

“No, Reverend,” she said with curiosity in her voice.

He moved his hand down her abdomen and was now rubbing on top of her mound that brought forth a whimper from her.

“The only way a woman, or a young lady like you, can get pregnant is if my cock goes inside you here,” his hand slipped between her legs and started rubbing back and forth, his finger pressing the material between the lips of her pussy and wiggling. She grabbed a hold of his wrist and whimpered.

“See, Amber, if my cock goes inside where I’m touching, inside your little pussy, and I spray all my white cum, my white seed, deep… deep inside your little pussy, that’s how you make a baby.”

Her heat and wetness was soaking his fingers even through her clothes. Lord, how he wanted her little pussy.

He was going to get it.

“But, Amber, right now I want to pay you back for making me feel so good,” he murmured, moving closer to her and kissing her again. He worked his tongue into her mouth and groaned as she shyly played with his. He worked his mouth to her neck, gentle nibbling and licking her skin before seeking out her mouth once more. With her distracted, it didn’t take much to make her sundress slide off her arms and into the floor.

The first sight of her nipples had his cock standing at full attention. 

“Such pretty little nipples, Amber, their made to be suckled by me… by babies,” he moaned as he moved back and forth between each breast. The thought of seeing a baby suckling from her sent a surge of heat from his gut to the tip of his cock and he thought he was going to shoot all over her right then.

With his mouth busy sucking at her nipple he slid his hands into her panties, pushing them downward until they slid to the floor, leaving her completely exposed to him and what he had been longing to do to her for so long.

“Let me make you feel good, Amber,” he moaned into her neck as he got to rub his fingers for the first time against her bare little pussy. 

“I can make your little pussy feel so good,” he told her, rubbing at her clit as he moved her toward his desk. 

“Will you let me make that sweet, wet pussy feel good, Amber?” He asked, teasing the lips of her pussy with light strokes of his fingers. She was whimpering with her need. Her mouth was open, eyes closed, her young hips wiggling as she tried to get his fingers back where she wanted them… on her clit.

“Uhh… uhh… yyyesss,” she whimpered then squealed in surprise as he lifted her onto his desk. He pulled her toward the edge and spread her open, feasting his eyes upon her bald, glistening pussy. So fresh and pink. 

So ready for his tongue.

Heaven. She tasted like heaven. Her cries of surprise as his tongue licked her filled his office. He licked her from bottom to top, moaning his pleasure at her flavor before repeating for another taste. 

He swirled his tongue around her clit, dipped within the virgin hole his cock wanted to plunge into. He lapped and he lapped at her sweet pussy and then he took her clit into his starved mouth and he suckled her.

She throbbed on his tongue as he fought to keep her clit within his mouth. Her hips wiggled as she ground herself against his face, washing him with her juices until her whole body went taunt and her orgasm let go.

With her pussy juice coating his face her scent filled his head as he stood over her. His cock raged, pointed toward the ceiling and ready to impale her young pussy. 

Lord it was so ripe for him to take.

He rubbed the length of his cock over the wet lips of her pussy, teasing her clit with the head before he pressed against her opening. 

“Lord, this pussy is so small,” he grunted, pressing harder until the head suddenly popped in and made her squeal.

“Oh… oh Reverend Marks… what… what are you doing?” Her body wiggled on the head of his cock. Her hole clenching around him like a vise.

“Show you… how the Lord… wants us… to make… babies!” His growl was lost within the sound of her scream as he broke through her virgin pussy, pumping himself within her clasping walls until he was at last balls deep within her contracting hole.

“Shhh… shhh… good girl… you got all my cock… in your little pussy,” he moaned, looking down to see not one inch of his shaft was left outside of her body.

“Sweet, Jesus,” he groaned as he pulled out and pushed back in, “I’m so deep in your tight little pussy.”

He used his thumb to rub her clit and pumped his cock in and out of her baby hole. Her whimpers mixed with his own as he watched her pussy clinging to his shaft, sucking at him, pulling him back into her belly as he pushed in harder.

“Lord… made… you… for… breeding,” he panted, pumping faster into her slurping hole. 

“Rev… Reverend… Markssss,” she cried out and her pussy wrapped around his entire shaft and suckled him. He hunched on her, the sensation going deep into his balls and gut as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down hard on the base of his cock, making the mouth of her womb rub against the head of his cock.

“Cum… suck… for… my… cum,” he growled as he hammered his cock in faster, bouncing off her womb with each drive into her pussy until the suction of her gripping hole got to him and he filled her with his seed.

His hands gripped her small ass and held her still as he impaled her on his shooting cock, making her pussy milk him. He worked her to meet his thrust, pumping into her sliding hole over and over as she cried out from the hot throbbing of his cock as it drove into her belly.

“Suck… all of… the Lord's… seed… from… my cock,” he said, shaking as he held her down tight, pressing his shooting cock up against her young womb as the last of his seed spilled forth inside her.

He kept her on his cock as he fell back into his chair. His hips continued to jerk, moving his cock within the cum filled hole of her little pussy, forcing it to spill out onto his balls. She curled into him, moaning as she contracted around him.

“You… you got me… pregnant… Reverend.” She said, moaning as she wiggled on his semi hard cock.

He knew he should pull out, let her sore, used little pussy recover, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t stop because what if this was the only time he ever got to have his cock inside her. He had to keep going, to living his fantasy of having her little pussy on his cock over and over until he had to let her off.

He reached between them an found her clit, groaning as her pussy contracted as he stroked her. 

“I don’t know if you’re pregnant or not, Amber,” her hips moved back and forth in his lap making his cock lengthen inside her pussy. “Mm… good girl.”

“You… you said your cum… had to go in here… to make a baby,” she reached between her legs and her fingers came up coated in his white sticky cum. “I know it’s in there.”

The sight of her cum coated fingers made him grip her ass and hold her up off his lap, pumping his cock up into her pussy hard and fast, making both of them moan before he sat her back down.

“Your being pregnant depends on your body being ready,” he said, kissing her neck before his lips found her ear and whispered, “When was your last period?”

He nibbled and kissed on her neck, smiled as she shivered within his arms. He ended up growling at her answer.

“It.. It was two weeks ago, why?”

He got out of the chair with her still on his cock and lay them down on the sofa. He leaned over her, her legs hooked over his arms as he started to work his cock in and out of her cum filled hole. 

I love it when Mr. Jones takes me home from babysitting. He always makes me feel so good and wanted... let me explain a bit.

It started a couple of months ago. Mrs. Jones had been taking me home, but she wasn't feeling so well that day when she came home from work, so her husband offered to take me home.

Mrs. Jones is nice, but she doesn't talk much to me, so most of our car rides are quiet. Mr. Jones, however, engaged me in conversation. As he was talking to me, he noticed that my legs were spread a little. My skirt had ridden up, and I was "accidentally" showing my cute little cotton panties.

"You know I can see your panties," he said.

"Oh, why are you looking?" I teased.

"All guys are going to look, especially if you intend to show us. I was just letting you know in case it was an accident."

"And if it wasn't?"

"Then, that's a different story," he said.

I noticed he was smiling as he said this, pulling into my driveway.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said as I closed my legs and got out of the car. With a smile I turned to him, "thanks for the ride. I hope we can do it again soon."

The next day, he smiled at me, offering to give me a ride home again. His wife didn't mind. She didn't like driving too much, it seemed.

As we pulled out of his driveway, I spread my legs, letting my skirt ride up again. You could clearly see my panties.

"Now I know you're teasing," he said.

I might have laughed. I was. And I liked it. "You don't mind, do you?"

"It's cruel to tease... Of course, I'm sure you know that."

"I only tease the men I like," I said honestly.

I think he gasped at that. He wasn't used to a tiny little 18-year-old being so forward with him.

As we got close to my neighborhood, I ran my hands up legs, till they were sitting right at the edges of my panties, putting the focus on my pussy.

He gasped again. I loved it.

As he dropped me off, I kept my legs spread and turned toward him, leaning in. I whispered in his ear, "Thanks for the ride," then got out and left.

I'm sure he was hard, and thinking about me that night as he took care of himself.

I wouldn't see him the next couple of days as it was the weekend, and I only watched the kids during the week while Jones's were at work. I thought about Monday, however.

Monday came around, and I couldn't wait to see Mr. Jones again. On the ride home, I spread my legs. However, this time, he noticed that I took my panties off before we left his place.

"Oh, you're teasing me so much," he said. "I don't think I can take much more of this."

I ran my fingers over my pussy lips. "So what's stopping you? I've never said you couldn't do more than look."

We were stopped at a traffic light, and I pushed my middle finger into my pussy. I pulled it out and sucked on it for him.

He put his hand on my bare leg while I resumed teasing my pussy.

"So tell me," he said as he pulled into my drive. "Are you going inside to play with yourself?"

"Is that what you're going to do when you get home?" I asked him back. I pulled out my finger and sucked on it again. I knew exactly what I was doing.

"No," he told me. "I'm going home and fucking my wife."

"Are you going to be thinking about me the whole time?"

"Yes," he said.

I looked down at his hard cock straining against his pants. I ran my hand over it. "Good."

I left the car, and as he suspected, I ran to my bedroom, where I continued to finger myself until I came.

The next day, I also removed my panties before getting in the car. I pulled up my skirt so he could see my shaved pussy. "Do you like it shaved? I did it for you," I teased him.

He ran his hand up my leg until it got to my pussy. There, he ran it all over my pussy, teasing me. As we got to the light before my neighborhood, he pushed his big fingers into my tight little pussy.

"Yes, this is very nice," he said.

I moaned as he pushed his fingers inside of me. His two fingers were thicker than three of mine. I felt so full with him. I moaned the whole time as he finger banged me until he got to my driveway.

"I don't want to stop," I told him.

"Well, we're here, so we have to," he said matter-of-factly.

"Tell me what you're going to do when you get inside."

"I'm going to play with myself till I cum," I admitted to him.

"Good."

"And are you going home to fuck your wife?"

"Yes."

"And will you be thinking of me? And my shaved little pussy?"

"Of course."

He was smiling. I could tell he liked it.

This continued for several weeks. We'd tease each other, and I'd get to cum from being finger banged. I loved it, but in reality, I wanted more.

The next day came for me and our little routine, and here was Mr. Jones to take me home. I was about to head to his car when he stopped me. "Don't you need to use the restroom to remove your panties?"

"I didn't bother putting any on today," I told him honestly.

We hurried to the car. My legs were spread and my skirt raised before we had finished pulling out of the driveway.

"You should know that me not wearing panties all day as made me super horny. I just can't wait for our little drives in the afternoon," I told him honestly.

"You know I fucked my wife last night," he told me as he started to finger my wet pussy.

I moaned as he told me about how he took her, picking her up, and tossing her on the bed. How he pulled off her top and sucked on her tits.

Her tits were so much bigger than mine, but I still wish he had sucked on them. I pulled my shirt up and played with my tits as he finger fucked me, telling me about what he did with his wife.

He told me how he pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. "When I saw her hairy bush, I was wishing it was shaved like yours," he said. "But that didn't stop me from mounting her," he chuckled.

I didn't know if I should be turned on, or jealous, as he told me about how he fucked her. How he shot his load deep into her pussy, or how he was so turned on, he fucked her a second time before they went to sleep.

I loved hearing how he fucked his wife after being with me. I cried out as I orgasmed from him finger fucking me. Was I some weird sort of pervert for liking this?

I looked around and noticed he hadn't taken me home the normal way.

"I thought we could use a little more time together," he said.

I smiled at that.

"I'm going to ask my wife to shave her pussy, just like yours," he said. "That way, it's easier to think of you when I fuck her. What do you think of that?"

"That's so naughty," I said.

"And what we're doing isn't?"

I giggled nervously.

"Do you let your boyfriends do this to you?"

"Yes," I said.

He hadn't stopped fingering me. I was pulling on my tiny tits.

"What else do you do?"

"Sometimes I'll suck on them."

"And do they get to fuck you?"

"No. I'm waiting. I want a real man, not some boy."

"I see. Do you have any in mind?"

I took my arm closest to him and wrapped it around his arm. I was so close to cumming a second time. I looked right at him. "I might have someone in mind," I said. I was looking right at him as I started to cum.

My second orgasm was even better than the first. I wasn't used to getting a second orgasm, but I loved it. I moaned and cried out in pleasure as my body stiffened.

I looked and saw I was in my neighborhood. I pulled my top down, not wanting my neighbors to know exactly what I was doing with an older man. I wondered if anyone could have seen me as I orgasmed.

"So, are you still going inside to play with yourself?"

"Probably... yes..."

He smiled. "Good. It turns me on thinking about you finger fucking yourself while I'm fucking my wife."

He laughed at that a bit. I wasn't sure why, but that turned me on even more.

"You know," he said as I started to leave. "My wife knows what you're doing." He paused for a beat. "What we're doing."

I paused. The door to the car was open, and I closed it. "What? Fuck!"

"She knows exactly what you're doing. Don't worry, she's OK with it."

It scared me suddenly. She knew. And acted so calmly around me. Would I have to stop? What does he mean that she's OK with it?

"Would you have preferred to not know?"

"Yes... no... I don't know." I was so confused.

He chuckled.

"But since she knows, and you now know, it opens up new opportunities. For example, she said you can stay a little later if you want. Maybe, use a bedroom instead of the car. Would you like that?"

I thought of the implications of that. "Are you sure?"

He smiled at me.

Wow, that was so unreal. I'd have to think about it. But I can say, I really like the idea.

"Just don't let any other guys in your pants while you think about it. That pussy is just for me for now," he told me.

"Yes, sir," I told him, before leaving.

I went upstairs. I was both nervous and extremely turned on. As I fingered myself, I thought of what it would be like to lie on his king size bed, getting well taken care of. To have him lie on top of me. To fuck me properly where he fucks his wife. What would that car ride home be like? I orgasmed as I thought of his wife sitting outside their bedroom door, listening to him pleasure me, wondering what she got out of it.

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His teenage daughter was standing in front of him with her panties down and her pussy shaved bald.

“Uh, babygirl, you… you need to pull your panties up… uhh, before your mother walks in and sees you standing in front of your Daddy like that.”

He kept looking over his shoulder toward the kitchen, expecting any moment for his wife to come in and think the worst.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, Mom’s out shopping with the ladies from church and won’t be back till this evening.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes unable to stay away from the sight of his babygirl’s little hairless pussy.

“Please, Daddy, tell me… does it look funny without hair on it?”

“Uh… babygirl… you, you really shouldn’t be showing Daddy your pus… uh, I mean your vagina.”

“Why not, Daddy? It’s not like I can ask anyone else, besides I trust you.”

It was so wrong to keep starring at her little pussy. It was making his mouth water. It was just so pretty. He bet it tasted soooo good.

God damn, his cock was throbbing.

“Because, babygirl, I… I might be your Daddy, but I’m still a man and your to old to be showing me your little vagina. Now pull your panties up.”

“Just tell me, Daddy, and then I’ll pull them up and go away,” she whined.

His breathing grew rough. He swore he could smell her little pussy. He licked his lips and wished he was licking her. He shifted in his seat again, groaning as his cock rubbed against the ridge of his jeans.

“It looks fine, babygirl,” he all but growled at her. “Now, pull your panties up and leave Daddy alone.”

“Fine? I was hoping it made it look pretty, Daddy,” she said, reaching down between her legs and rubbing at the lips, spreading them apart just enough for him to see her little clit.

His jeans were going to strangle his cock he was swelling so much inside them.

“Baby, don’t make Daddy do something he’ll regret,” he said, unable to stop his hand from rubbing over his bulging cock behind his fly as his eyes were locked on his daughter’s sweet little pussy.

He watched her index finger slip between the lips and rub over her clit, seeming to match the way he was rubbing his hand over his crotch. His mind was slipping over that line more and more. Good Daddy/Bad Daddy. When he pulled his zipper down and took out of his cock and balls, he knew that Bad Daddy had won.

His little girl gasped at the sight of his cock and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at her shocked first looked at his meat.

“Babygirl, see what your pretty little pussy has done to Daddy,” he said to her, bucking his hips as he stroked himself in front of his daughter.

“You’ve made Daddy’s cock very big and very, very hard for your pretty little pussy.”

His daughter was no longer touching her pussy. She was dumbfounded. Her lips were parted and her eyes locked up on his cock, watching him slowly, ever so slowly stroking his cock.

“Lets get you out of these little panties, babygirl, no use in keeping them on since Daddy has seen your bald little pussy, now is there.”

She didn’t seem to notice as he easily slid them down her legs and without even asking her to she stepped out of them.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap, babygirl,” he said as he took her hand and pulled her toward him. With hands on her hips, he guided her down, pressing her pussy against the underside of his shaft.

“Oh, sweetie, your pussy, mmmm, that pretty, bald little pussy feels so good against Daddy’s cock.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered, looking down between them. He caressed her hips and slowly moved until he had her ass in his hands. Carefully, he move her against his shaft, rubbing her little pussy against his cock.

“Oooohhh, Daddy,” she let out with a shuttered breath.

“You like that, babygirl, you like having your bald little pussy rubbed on Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his own voice getting raspy as he watched her sliding against his shaft.

“Yyyyess, Daddy,” her voice shook as she trembled. He gripped her ass tighter, moving her up and down his whole shaft, spreading her little cunt lips wide apart and getting her clit stimulated and teased.

“Daddy… Daddy wants to make you cum, babygirl,” he grunted as her little pussy rubbed against the head of his cock.

“Has my babygirl ever had an orgasm before?” he asked, moving her faster as her little pussy spread juices on his shaft.

He looked up to find that she had her head thrown back and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her hand was upon her own small breast squeezing hard and he knew right then, without her answering, that his little girl knew how to pleasure herself enough to have had an orgasm.

“Cum for Daddy, babygirl… Mm, make that pretty little pussy cum on Daddy’s cock,” he growled at her, his eyes looking back and forth between her face and her little cunt. Then he felt the her stiffen within his grip and he ground her harder against his shaft, groaning as her moaning cry pierced the room.

“Daddyyyyy!”

He didn’t wait for her to come down. He wanted to mix the pleasure of her orgasm with the taking her virginity, hoping that it would lessen the pain of the experience. He lifted her and worked his cock to her little hole and pulled her down.

“Uggghhhh… Daddddyyyyy!”

He held on tight, one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulder holding her down on his cock as she tried to lift off him.

“No, no babygirl, hold still… oh god, so tight… your little pussy is so tight.” He groaned into her neck as he tried to keep her still in his lap, all the while her little pussy was clenching around his cock, part orgasm and part pain making her caress him inside her.

“Daddy… take it out… take it out, please…. Daddy it hurts.”

“Daddy will make it better… so much better,” he whispered,“ reaching between them and finding her clit. Gently he caressed her. Teased it and felt it start to grow beneath his touch and her hips start to slide her pussy on his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl… slowly, slide on Daddy’s cock slowly.” He kissed her neck over and over as he continued to play with her clit, moaning as she took deeper strokes on his cock.

“Can you feel it, babygirl… Feel how much Daddy loves your hairless little pussy,” he asked her, gently pumping his hips to meet her downward stoke, smiling as she gasped when he slid deeper inside her.

She groaned and he felt the vibrations all the way in his cock as she fucked him harder. Her little pussy was getting tighter and wetter, he knew she was getting ready to cum on his cock. He rubbed on her hot, swollen clit faster, moaning as her sheath squeezed around him faster.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” She groaned faster and faster, getting louder as her little cunt grew tighter than his fist ever could on his cock. Then his babygirl’s little body ground down on his cock as she came, coating his cock and balls with hot cream as she jerked her hips with each wave of her orgasm.

“Mm, make Daddy throb… little cunt so tight… fuck Daddy,” he moaned, holding her tight and pumping his throbbing cock up into her sucking hole. He growled and rammed his cock faster and faster into her bald little cunt, balls slapping at her wet, cream coated skin.

“Daddy!” She screamed, his grip digging in hard on her hips as he plowed his cock, pulling her down faster and faster until he exploded inside her little cunt.

“Fucccck yes… little hairless cunt… suck Daddy dry,” he grunted, pulling her up and down on his cock with each spurt of his hot cum.

She lay on top of him, both of them gasping and sweating. Cock cream and cunt juice leaking out around his trapped cock and unto his jeans, soaking him.

He rubbed his hands over her back, hugging her close. He grunted as her pussy hugged his cock.

“Are you okay, babygirl?” he asked, his hands trailing down over her tight little ass, pulling her against his crotch, trying to keep his softening cock inside her small hole as long as he could.

“Uh huh, I’m okay, Daddy,” she murmured, snuggling close against his chest.

“Now that I’ve had that bald little pussy on my cock, babygirl, Daddy’s gonna wanna fuck you every chance I get,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head.

“Really, you like my little pussy that much?” she lifted her head, looking surprised and excited.

“Daddy loves your pretty little pussy,” he leaned down and kissed her slowly, licking at her lips. He carefully pulled out of her pussy, missing her wet warmth.

“Now, lets go upstairs and take a bath before your mother comes home, Daddy made a big mess of that pretty little pussy.” He laughed as she ran off giggling, her little ass giving his cock a jolt.

Stealing Imi’s Seat

bypasswordproblems©

To set the scene: We’re sitting in the lounge watching a film. The lights are off and the glow of the screen is the only way by which to see. On the two-seater couch are my parents. In the deep armchair in the corner sits my younger sister Imogen. I myself am sitting on the floor between my parents, resting my back against the front of the couch. We don’t own enough furniture for everyone to sit at once, probably due to the fact that I’m rarely ever at home. College keeps me busy for the majority of the year. The floor is laminate, not great for comfort as you can imagine. I keep sliding away from the couch as I slump down. I try lying on my front with my chin resting on my hands but this isn’t any improvement. In the end I sit up, resigned to the prospect of a sore backside.

My discomfort however did not last long. Imogen stood up and walked past me to the kitchen, probably to get a drink or something. I wasn’t sitting on the floor for this purpose, but as she went I was afforded a tantalising view up her short baby pink skirt. A flash of light coloured lace, the colour was difficult to identify in the bluish light of the TV, and the smooth curve of the underneath of her ass. I blinked.

“Do you want us to pause it?” asked my dad.

“No, it’s alright.”

I was aware of myself sliding across the floor again and pushed myself up. Imogen had been gone for two minutes or so. Finally I decided enough was enough.

“You snooze you lose,” I said, crossing the space to the armchair and sprawling contentedly in it. My parents gave each other a look but didn’t say anything. By the time Imi came back I had manoeuvred myself round so that my legs hung over the arm on one side of the chair and my back rested against the other. She stood over me looking down with an expression of mock disapproval.

“Are you going to move or what?”

“Umm…” I pretended to think about it, “no.”

“Fine” she sighed and without hesitation sat right on top of me. 

“Oomph!” I overdramatized, she really weighed next to nothing.

“Kids, shut up,” my dad said pleadingly. We did, grinning gleefully at each other before turning our eyes back to the screen. We sat like this for quite some time. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until one particular scene that changed everything. 

It was a scene in which a man took Scarlett Johansson into his office, locked the door and proceeded with every intention of doing her right there on the desk. That was until they were interrupted by the arrival of his wife which caused Scarlett’s character to hide in the cupboard. 

The intensity of their brief encounter spoke directly to my cock, which began to thicken as the man pulled her firmly into a kiss, holding her ass in his hands. By the time he had bent her over the desk and pulled down her dress to expose her red lingerie, I was rock hard. Hidden in the shadows of the armchair I was sure that my parents were unable to see. Imogen on the other hand, sitting on me, could not miss it if she had tried.

I should probably mention at this point that I was wearing pyjama bottoms with a button-up front. While my straining erection had not slipped out into the air, it had lifted the material into a substantial tent between my sister’s bare thighs. ‘This is awkward’ I thought to myself. Imi arched her eyebrow at me, her expression unreadable. I shrugged with a bashful expression. Her eyes went back to the TV.

In the film, the man’s wife was now demanding to have sex with him, in an attempt to rekindle the spark of their marriage. With Scarlett still in the cupboard he agrees. The thought of her watching on as he cuckolds her did nothing to help me calm down. My cock jumped of its own accord and bumped against Imi’s inner thigh. This continued to happen for several minutes until she got frustrated with being constantly tapped and squeezed her legs together, holding my cock firmly in the softness of her silky thighs. The feeling was electric. My cock grew even harder at her touch. ‘What is she doing?!’ I thought to myself. My sister was beautiful but I had never thought of her in a situation like this with me, or any sexual situation for that matter.

Imi’s right hand began to move, brushing the curve of her breast as she trailed it down the length of her torso, very slowly, so as to avoid the parents noticing. With a calm deliberate movement, she reached between her legs and unfastened the button on my pyjama bottoms. I realised I was holding my breath and stopped, feeling dizzy even as my sizable cock was freed and sprang into the open air. I was paralysed by the sheer weight of the moment as her small hand gently brushed my throbbing shaft, exploring the ridges and veins. She grasped me firmly and began a slow but determined pumping motion, the kind of motion that brings you to the edge through pure intensity. My breath caught audibly in my throat and she jerked her hand away, glancing up from my cock to check that the parents were still unaware of what was going on.

When it became apparent that mum and dad were fully engrossed in the film, Imi resumed her stroking. Without realising how, I found my hands resting on her ass as she slowly began grinding her hips back and forth, all the while pumping my cock firmly with her hand.

As she continued to rock, her short skirt began to ride up at the back. I could feel the heat of her skin against me as her hand began to move faster, bringing me closer and closer to coming all over her. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” I mouthed at her.

She just grinned wickedly and pushed herself further down in the chair, towards my pulsing cock. I remained perfectly still, realised that I was not breathing again and exhaled loudly, before inwardly cringing and glancing fearfully at the parents.

“That was a deep sigh son,” said my dad without taking his eyes from the screen. Panicking I answered, 

“Yeah I’m just tired no need to worry.”

Imogen had frozen at the noise but now continued with her advances. She hadn’t expected dad to keep talking.

“You really should go to bed earlier you know, it’s unhealthy to stay up until 4am every night.”

“I know dad, I don’t do it on purpose I…” Imi’s hand was back on my cock, I had only a second’s warning, when she pulled aside the lace of her underwear, before the hot, slick tightness of her pussy slid over me. My hips involuntarily surged forwards, burying my cock balls deep in my sister’s beautiful bald pussy. 

“Uhh fuck!” She moaned, I flinched at the noise, but my cock remained hard as ever, sheathed within her flesh.

“Excuse me!?” mum reprimanded. 

“Sorry I just… uhh… can’t hea.. hear the film when they’re talking,” Imogen managed to say, convulsing in waves of pleasure atop my thick shaft. She must have been really fired up for me to have slid inside so easily, she was extraordinarily tight but even so, there had been barely any resistance whatsoever.

“That still doesn’t make it okay to swear Imogen!”

“ S… sorry,” Imi whimpered. 

We stayed in that position for quite some time, partly to let the parents focus entirely on the film again, and partly because I felt that if I moved even an inch then I would not be able to stop myself from filling my sister with cum.

Eventually she reached out and guided my right hand under the edge of her baby tee to cup her breast. It was firm, soft and hot, the kind of breast that you dream of. I was in ecstasy, and that was before she started to grind once more. Back and forth she rocked, caressing my dick with the silken walls of her pussy.

I was tingling in every inch of my body, parts of me that I didn’t even know could tingle; like the ends of my hair and backs of my knees. I was quivering from head to toe at the intensity of the feelings I was experiencing, physical and emotional. From the way Imi had her eyes clenched shut and was rapidly building pace, I could only assume that she shared this sensation too. 

I reached forward with my other hand and found her clit, smearing it side to side, slick as it was with the wetness from her nether lips. I could tell that she was starting to come. My cock was suddenly squeezed even tighter as her muscles contracted and pulsed around it. Her whole body began to clench and unclench as if some inexorable force were crashing into her stomach again and again. Her eyes were now wide open and her mouth formed a silent ‘o’ as she battled the urge to cry out in ecstasy.

The sight of her bucking and trembling on my cock, coupled with sensations I can only describe as divine, from being thrust inside her, was too hot to deny. I felt myself rapidly approach and pass the point of no return, embedded deep within her. I tapped furiously on her thigh with my hand to try to warn her, to make her pull me out.

Instead she simply pressed her left hand over my mouth and with her right, reached down to cup my balls, just as I began to explode. My cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into her pussy. It was the longest and best orgasm I have ever experienced. There was so much of it that I felt it fill her, before trickling in thick streams back out and down onto my balls, as I breathed heavily through my nose, eyes rolling in pleasure.

Imi continued to twitch for a good five minutes as we sat there in silence, and my cock began to soften within her. 

The film was almost finished. I managed to pull a cushion from the side of the chair and passed it to Imi. She held it in her lap, so as to disguise the fact that we were connected at the pelvis from the parents, should they turn around. The titles began to roll and dad stretched while mum yawned.

“Well I think that’s bed time for us,” dad said turning to look at us, “how about you two?”

“Nah I think we’ll stay up and watch CSI,” I said, trying hard to sound casual.

“Yeah, I’m not tired yet,” Imi agreed, twitching weakly once more.

“Goodnight then kids,” Mum said as she and dad stood and left the room,“ not too late mind.”

We sat and listened intently while the titles continued to roll, until we heard the door to our parent’s room shut.

“Okay, where did that come from?” I asked.

“I have no idea,” she mused, looking dazed.

“Oh my god,” I said simply.

“I know!” Imi grinned. 

How to seduce your mom! A guide…

…

1. Start out slowly by giving her compliments … Tell her “that dress really looks pretty, Mom”. Does she paint her toes or wear sexy shoes? Tell her she has pretty toes and she looks sexy [with] them.

2. When you kiss her make the kisses gradually longer; this should send a message.

A prolonged kiss on the mouth can be a way for a son to communicate to his mom that he’s sexually attracted to her, and wants to have an incestuous relationship.

3. Jack off when you know she’s near, possibly with your bedroom or bathroom door partially open. This is another good sign if you are certain she heard you.

4. Get her used to being touched by you; then, when you are certain that she is completely comfortable with that, you can very gradually begin to increase the intimacy and take things in the direction you want to go … But one false move on your part, and you will be back way beyond Square One. If she gets the idea that you are trying to seduce her before she is ready to be seduced, you may never get a second chance.

5. Take a bath. Wrap a towel around [yourself] and go talk to your mother. Throw away the towel accidentally … and give a show [of yourself] to your mother.

6. START TICKLING HER! GET A TOUCH OF HER BREASTS.

7. When she is washing the dishes (or something like that), [come] from behind, put your hands on her shoulders, and start kissing her. Give her 2 or 3 kisses, and then press your obvious hard-on at her butt!

It’s natural for a son to demonstrate affection to his mom … and this can be “intensified” to demonstrate sexual interest.

8. Accidentally, introduce her to the topic of Incest. Have [some] reading material about general sex, incest, and other sexuality at the location of discussion. First talk about general sex to get her a little aroused. Next, talk about homosexuality and, soon, incest. Try to extract any of her attitudes towards, or values about, incest.

9. Try leaving a very wet, very personal message in her bra and panties. …

10. Give a massage. When I massage her back, she lies on her tummy, and then I climb on top of her. I position myself so that my cock has contact with her butt. While I massage her back, I rub my cock on her butt cheeks. Try wearing only your underwear.

11. Move around the house wearing only your underwear.

12. [In] the morning, go to the kitchen with a hard on. Stay in front of her until she notices it.

13. On a very special day (birthday, Mothers Day, etc.) kiss her on the lips.

AFTER HOURS

pairings: professor!joel miller x curvy!reader

summary: you're heartbroken, humiliated, and spiraling—your ex not only cheated, but he did it with a skinnier, louder girl from your own lecture hall. It’s your final semester, and your senior capstone professor, Joel Miller, has always been a little too attentive, a little too perceptive. You never thought he noticed you like that..until you're alone in his office, crying, and he tells you to lock the door.

warnings: nsfw, 18+, age gap, au joel miller, teacherxstudent smut, orgasms, creampie, face sitting, joel lovesss her curves, bent over a desk, unprotected piv, protective!joel, female receiving, praise kink!reader.

wc: 5.3K

requested by: @allyourfavesinoneblog

When I was 17 years old, my mom fell in love again. Basically I was happy for her. I knew I was off to college soon, and in the initial years after my dad had died, she hadn’t made a huge effort at like, physical and mental upkeep. She took a lot of long baths, smoked a lot of weed. Her hair got really long, which was kind of cool in like a witchy sort of way, but also it would get so knotted. I’d brush her hair at night, I’d insist on it. After about two years of this, she turned it around. She started doing pilates, got really skinny again. Kept the long hair but stopped smoking weed. Started dating. I remember one day seeing her getting ready for a date and realizing she’d shaved her pussy, which meant she was actually having sex again. I was relieved. She’d told me, in one of her slightly weird nights after my dad died, she’d told me that he was the only man she’d ever fucked, the only penis she’d ever seen in real life other than her father’s and her brother’s. I remember thinking, “I have a higher body count than my mom and I’m 15.” Don’t judge me, haha!

Anyway, a few guys came and went. Most of them were really nice. A few of them were definitely pervs. They looked at me in an eager way and told me I looked like my mom’s twin sister. I tolerated this because I was close enough to my mom’s bedroom to know these guys in particular were railing her brains out. I was hearing her cum like she’d probably never cum before in her life. This made sense to me. The best sex I’d had so far had been with guys who were total pervs. They had their uses. I remember one morning going downstairs in a sweatshirt and panties and finding one such perv in the kitchen. He looked right at my panties and said, “you’ve got a hairier pussy than your mama.” This was true, in those teen years I always kept a short little bush because I knew it set me apart from the other girls, and you could certainly see the outline of it through these particular panties. 

“You like it?” I asked him. 

“Makes you look mature. How old are you?”

“16,” I said.

“That’s the perfect age,” he said. “Take those panties off.”

For some reason, I did it. I don’t know why. I wanted to.

“Gorgeous,” he told me. I heard my mom turn the shower off and so I pulled my panties up and slipped away. 

“Did Ellie wake up?” I heard her ask him. “I thought I heard her voice.”

“I haven’t seen her,” he said. “Maybe she’s on the phone upstairs.”

“Probably,” she said. 

“You look so good when you’re wet,” he told her.

“I’m always wet around you,” she said.

“Come here,” he said. I peeked around the corner before I slipped back upstairs. He had his fat cock out and my mom was approaching him. She dropped her towel and got on her knees.

I didn’t see that guy again, though. Phil came along a few weeks later. 

Phil and my mom had a lot in common. They’d both lost spouses. My dad had died of a heart attack, but Phil’s wife had overdosed on opioids and died at work. I’d learn later that her pill addition had been a total surprise to him.

Anyway, the other thing they had in common was a teen child. Phil’s son Scott was my age — we were only a month apart, in fact. I met him after my mom and Phil had been dating for a few weeks. We went to Phil’s house for dinner. 

At this point I knew things were pretty serious with Phil. They were definitely fucking — I’d heard them. And he was doing well for her — I could hear that too. Not the same volume or intensity as the real pervs, but she was still cumming every time. 

I was very nervous to meet Scott, basically because I was afraid he was going to be uncool. There’s nothing worse than being saddled with a lame new sibling your senior year of high school. We went to different high schools, so there was that. But it still created so many social risks. 

But I felt reassured almost immediately. He was tall, with kind of wild spiky hair and dark, compelling eyes. He said he’d show me around the house and my mom and Phil went into the kitchen to start making dinner.

He took me right up to his room and asked if I wanted to smoke weed. I said yes, of course, and he handed me a little pipe from his desk drawer. His computer was on, AIM was up. He was chatting with a friend. I could see his monitor.

Jboy22: What r u up 2 dawg

Scottyyy: My dad’s girlfriend and her daughter are here

Jboy22: The daughter who goes to Washington? Is she hot?

Scottyyy: Yeah dude

He looked over at me, looking at his screen. I blushed. He just smiled.

We chatted for an hour, me just sitting on his bed. Eventually I asked him where the bathroom was, and he led me down the hall. My mom called up to us a minute later, and we went downstairs for dinner.

It was funny because my mom kept trying to find the common ground for Scott and I, but everything she’d mention about me was something Scott had already asked about.

“Wow you guys really got to it,” she said. Scott smirked at me. I felt hot in my cheeks. And other places.

After dinner, my mom, clearly wine drunk, suggested Scott and I watch a movie so she and Phil could have some “alone time.” 

“Mom, we’re 17. You don’t need to sugarcoat it.”

She laughed. “OK. Go be in front of the TV so Phil and I can fuck.”

Phil choked on his wine. They went upstairs, and Scott and I settled on the couch. Under a blanket.

 After a few minutes of the movie, I shifted closer to him, just a micro gesture. He put his hand on my bare thigh—I was wearing shorts. I liked that. I put my hand on top of his and pushed it a little further up my thigh, closer to my center. He kissed me, and he was a good kisser, and so then we were just kissing. A lot of kissing. I got so lost in the kissing that I barely felt his hand unbuttoning my shorts and slipping right into my panties, but when I felt his hand there, I welcomed it. I grabbed his wrist and guided him right in. I was a slut, what can I say?

We didn’t talk. Just a lot of heavy breathing. Eventually I worked up the nerve to free his cock from his jeans and start stroking it — he was pretty big, and very hard, and I spit on my hand and stroked him and it made him cum. Which was shocking — hot and messy and there was a lot of it — and he started to apologize and I said, “oh my god this is so fun don’t apologize don’t apologize!” i remember, I said it twice. We used the blanket to clean up his cum, giggling at ourselves because it was everywhere, and then my mom came down the stairs in her underwear and told us we were sleeping over and that Scott could show me to the guest room. 

He did — I remember very sweetly, he showed me to my room and he got me an extra toothbrush. I took off my shorts and I got into bed in my t-shirt and panties right in front of him, which was kind of me begging to get fucked without having the words for it. But he just told me goodnight and left, which was also OK. The guest room was right up next to the master bedroom, and I remember before I started to doze off, I heard my mom getting railed again. 

In the morning I put my shorts and bra back on before I went downstairs, but was surprised to see my now sober mother still in her bra and panties, right in front of Scott, who gave me a timid but somehow still cocky little wave hello. My mom was making muffins and singing along to the radio and kissing Phil and at one point even slipped into the small bathroom attached to the kitchen to pee without even closing the door.

“I feel like my mom is really pushing the domestic intimacy,” I said to Scott when we were alone. 

“The what?” he said.

“She’s very comfortable in front of you.”

“You jealous?” he teased. “Uh honestly, I think your mom is… I uh, saw your mom naked like two weeks ago.”

“You did?” I said.

“Yeah I walked in on her in the bathroom, she was um, cleaning up from sex.”

“Oh god,” I said.

“Yeah she was like wiping the cum off her tits,” he said. “Kind of rad. And she was very cool about it. I was like apologizing and she was like, “it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s your house, and she didn’t cover anything, which I thought was so chill,” he said. “Also I didn’t know moms shaved their pussies, that’s hot.”

“You like shaved pussy?” I said, timidly.

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

I literally would have shaved my pussy that morning, but for the fact that when I tried to take a shower, the fucking handle of the shower literally popped off, and I shouted in surprise, and Phil came in. And I was standing there naked holding it, and he took it from me and quickly fixed it, and I apologized but — remembering what Scott said — not covering myself at all. And I saw the way Phil looked at my body, clocking, in particular, my little bush. And it so it stayed. 

For a little while, it went like this:

When my mom and Phil were going on a date, they just went on a date. I stayed home and my friends came over and we drank cheap wine and called boys. But when my mom wanted to just go to Phil’s house, she’d bring me along, and this is when I’d see Scott. The handjob/fingering make out session became standard practice for us, first on the couch during the “movie” and then sometimes even before that, when I’d hang out in his room before dinner. In his room, on his bed, there was a little more room to maneuver, and I introduced blowjobs into our interactions. Of course, this meant, before long, that I was sucking Scott’s cock once or twice every night and that he wasn’t touching my pussy at all anymore. That was OK, though. I was really interested in perfecting my head game, and I noted with interest the way he reacted to everything I did. Slowly, I developed a winning formula: tight and then sloppy and then tight again. Teasing and licking followed by throating followed my stroking with my hand. Some eye contact but not too much. Letting a little cum hit my lips and nose and chin before swallowing the rest. The balance of these factors carried me through college and beyond. 

Scott was definitely a virgin. He didn’t say so, but he spoke about me as if he assumed by default that I was a virgin, and that was the giveaway. I was not a virgin, but I didn’t worry about making this distinction with him. 

Did my mom and phil know I was sucking Scott off all the time? No, they did not. Did the idea it might be happening occur to them? Yes. And they didn’t really care. They were becoming obsessed with each other. That was good for my mom, I think. She seemed healthy and happy and well-adjusted and very horny. Sometimes after their date nights they’d come back to our house, and after they fucked my mom would come into my room to chat with me while still naked and covered in sweat. I didn’t mind this, we’d always been very comfortable with our bodies around the house. My dad saw me completely naked the day he died. That didn’t kill him, I just, I remember him popping into my room to tell me to have a good day and I was fresh out of the shower and I was putting panties on. The last time he saw me. I was glad that was the way he saw me last. 

Around this phase in their relationship I saw Phil’s cock for the first time. It was morning, and he and my mom were getting frisky in the laundry room, which I did not know, and I walked in on him stroking himself over her ass. “Oh WOW” I said when I saw him, because it was the biggest dick I’d ever seen in my life. 

People act like men are cavemen, you know, but women have some of that stupid hardwiring too. And I have to say that after I saw Phil’s hog, my behavior around him shifted. I was suddenly much more obsequious, and giggly, and eager to please. I was also more naked. Like, I adopted the habit of sleeping bottomless, and often appeared in the kitchen in the morning with my pussy out, especially if he was around. If it was just my mom I’d get naked, like, to make the cami top feel like modesty. Phil wasn’t shy about looking at me. He told me my bush was cute. One day, he playfully slapped my bare ass. That powered me for a few days.

And I have to say, I think it changed my mom a little too — my behavior I mean. In the mornings, and then just gradually at random times, she was much more likely to just be naked. Around me, around Phil, and even around Scott. You know, when we were over there, for dinner, sometimes she’d come down the stairs to check on us and ask how we were doing and she’d be in just a thong. Or just a bra. Once, she was quite drunk. Scott and I were on the couch, and I’d sucked his cock a few minutes before she’d come down the stairs, and so our movie was paused, and my mother took playful note of this. She looked for the remote, and, seeing it on the floor in front of Scott, bent at the waist, putting her bare ass and pussy in his face. It was pretty graphic, even in the dark.

“Do you think my mom is hot?” I asked him later.

“Yes,” he said.

“We should have sex,” I said.

We went to his room, and he had a condom, probably an old one, and I remember it was kind of unceremonious. I took off my shorts and my panties and he got on his bed with his hard cock in his hand. And he put the condom on and I got on top and slowly guided him in.

“Have you done this before?” he said, as I began to ride him. I felt like the answer was obvious so I didn’t answer, and he came 30 seconds later. I was throwing the condom away when my mom opened his door. She looked at me, looked at him on the bed with his dick out, grinned, and said, “good night.”

“How long have you been fucking Scott?” she asked me in the car the next morning.

“That was the first time.” I said.

She laughed. “Yeah right.”

“I mean, the first proper fuck,” I said. “I’ve been sucking his cock for weeks.”

“Phil was certain you two weren’t doing anything,” she cackled. “I told him not to underestimate you.”

“Sorry if it’s weird.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “Phil and I aren’t married. And even if we were, you’re almost adults. It’s a little bit Jane Austen, right?”

“I think if you got married it would be incest.”

“What a gross word,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”

We drove quietly for a moment. “You want to know a secret?” my mom said abruptly.

“Yes,” I said.

“When I was 20 I went home from college for a visit. And one night I walked in on your uncle Tim stroking his cock.”

“He was like 16?” I said. “He must have been freaked out.”

“He was,” she said. “And I felt so bad. Embarrassing him, interrupting him, you know, I was mortified. So, I offered to help.”

“What!?” I shrieked.

She laughed. “I wanted to reassure him! You know, I wanted him to feel confident. So I acted like I was shocked by how big his dick was and I asked if I could help him finish.”

“That’s fucking insane. What did he do?”

“He asked to see my boobs.”

“He did!?” 

“Yeah,” she laughed. “I don’t think he’d ever seen any outside of magazines. So I took off my shirt and bra.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, it was fine. He was very appreciative, and he resumed his efforts, staring at my chest, and I watched him cum.”

“That’s so weird,” I said. “Well, it is,” she said. “And you and Scott having sex is a lot less weird.”

I don’t know if she was telling me the truth or not, but I did feel less guilty about sex with Scott after that. It became a regular occurrence — dinners at their place were a once or twice weekly thing now, and Scott and I would generally have sex twice, and so soon I’d conditioned him into a little fuck machine. We stopped using condoms once he was proficient at pulling out and cumming on my bush and stomach. 

The fact that we were fucking while my mom and Phil were fucking down the hall was soon understood by everyone, something we made little jokes about. Frequently, my mom and I would meet in the bathroom, both cleaning ourselves up. We’d help each other wipe cum off of our pussies and backs and asses. I think at some point my mother told Phil about these little bathroom meet ups, because he would pop his head in and look at us, remark on how similar our bodies were. 

I could cum with Scott about half the time. One day, it didn’t happen, and my mom picked up on it. We were in the bathroom and i was cleaning cum out of my pubic hair. She asked if I’d finished and I’d said no in a frustrated voice. Sometimes my stomach hurt after if I didn’t cum. She told me to take care of myself now before I went back. In front of her? It felt like a strange idea, but also kind of intimate. I leaned against the glass shower wall and touched myself while she brushed her teeth. When I came she said, “there you go.”