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My father was killed in an accident two years ago. He was a geological engineer, working for one of the major oil companies. and was frequently on site in many different areas of the world to provide advice on the current drilling results. At that particular time he was in Venezuela, and in company with three others, crashed in a helicopter. It took several days to find them in a mountainous area, but they were heavily loaded with fuel and the wreck was still burning when they did so.

My parents were married quite young. and I was a honeymoon baby My birth was a difficult one, and my mother was advised not to have any more children. My father had a very good career, my mother was trained as a legal secretary; we had a comfortable life, a beautiful home and all was well with our world.

My parents were happy and contented with each other, and I cannot remember any serious disputes that threatened our home. My father was a very practical handyman and taught me the essentials of car repairs, home maintenance and the value of money. As an only child I could so easily have been overly indulged, but having come from a poor family himself, my father would not permit this to happen, and it was this seeming hardness that was the cause of the only minor friction between my parents.

I did not like it either, since, whilst my friend's parents bought them all the toys, bikes, cars etc, I had to work for mine From an early age I had to earn all that I wanted by cutting the grass, cleaning the yard, washing the cars and fixing the house. I have never ceased thanking my father for this training, and the awareness he instilled in me of the importance of self-reliance.

At seventeen I lost the anchor of my life; I will not dwell on the catastrophic effect it had on my mother, who had lost her reason for living at the age of thirty-eight. I persuaded her to move away from so many reminders of the past, and begin to live again in a new house and a different location. At first she was reluctant to leave the place where had been so happy, but with the aid of her friends, I finally persuaded http://www.porncc.org/wake-dream-t180497.html her.

A word about her friends, Beverly and Valerie. They were at school together, cheerleaders together, swam and ran together, and had maintained a close friendship through the years. They all married in the same year and I grew up thinking of them as aunts. Both are now divorced, childless, and have condos. My mother decided to xxx a similar unit in the same area since this was convenient to the local university where I wished to study engineering.

The three of them are the same age, forty, still run and swim together. and have recently joined the local golf club. They all look terrific, are blonde, slim, medium height and always excite my friend's compliments when they see them separately or together. For several years, I have fantasized about my two 'aunts' in a way quite natural to a healthy nineteen year old young man. They in turn tease me about my love life in a way that excites me even more, particularly when the three of them are together. I frequently do little repairs at their condos, on their cars to minimize their expenses and they are most affectionate with their hugs and kisses of appreciation.

They always seem to be wearing very revealing clothes or xxx gowns when I go their homes and I invariably finish up with an erection. I am certain they have felt it press against them at the final goodbye thank you hug. This obviously does not deter them, since the clothes appear to become more seductive and the hugs tighter and longer. I have often wondered about making some more positive response, but if this gave offence and resulted in my mother loosing a lifelong friend, I would never forgive myself and I would not risk my mother's present calm.

Now, at nineteen, I am just under six feet and one eighty-five pounds. No jock, but I like boxing and am in the University boxing team at middleweight. With weight lifting and training, I look pretty good and am fairly popular with the girls. Being a competent mechanic, I work part time at our local service station so that I am not a burden on mother, who, with her part time work as legal secretary, widows pension and the generous insurance settlement from my father's employers, is financially secure.

My mother leads her own life; no other men, though I wager many have tried. I, in turn, do the same, and with my studies, training and boxing, do not have much time for other diversions. I have dated, and am no longer a virgin. I love the girls but find them too demanding in their needs for commitment. My mother has shown some concern for my lack of serious female company, but I have reassured her that this is not that I don't like the girls, it is just that I do not want any serious relationship at this stage. This appeared to satisfy her, and I now come back to the teasing from my 'aunts'.

I have, however, also become more aware of the hello and goodbye hugs and kisses from my mother. Very natural to an only son, but their effect on me is becoming increasingly more disturbing. I can appreciate her wishing to hold someone strong and on whom she can depend like her husband, but pressing her soft, warm, delectable body against mine is having the same effect as that caused by her friends; I get an uncontrollable hard on. And this with my own mom I try to keep some space between us, but she hugs me as hard as she can, and there is no way she can not feel it pressing against her because I can feel the pressure on my cock, which only increases the size of my erection.

I have a respectable size penis which, though not in the major league, has provided audible sounds of satisfaction from a couple of girls without any subsequent discomfort. I can usually maintain a steady, full stroke performance for sufficient time to provide a shuddering climax for my partner, before achieving orgasm myself. Both girls are happy to go out with me and we enjoy each other's physical attentions without any promises or commitments.

Saturday, I returned home after spending an evening with several friends at a movie and burger house; I saw mom's car in the drive and the light in her bedroom, so I knew she was home from her golf with her friends. I went up to my bedroom, showered, donned my usual shorts and paused at my mother's bedroom door to say goodnight. Before I could knock, I heard some slight subdued sounds, and it took a few moments to identify them as sobs. My mother was crying.

I tapped, waited a couple of moments for her to answer, then walked in. She was standing by her xxx table, holding a photo, and trying to compose herself, but the sight of her drove all else from my mind. Through the years I have seen my mom dressed in every conceivable way, from stylish dress to brief bikini, but I had never seen her like this before. She was wearing the most alluring nightie imaginable, soft pink, form fitting, low cut, short mid thigh length, sheer, diaphanous, semi transparent, revealing all and showing nothing. A masterpiece of intrigue and a tribute to the dressmaker's art.

I knew that she was a beautiful and desirable woman, but I had never really seen her this way before. I and felt an immediate arousal and with wearing only boxer shorts, it was very obvious to the most casual glance. She looked at me with tearful eyes, held out her arms and held me close as I came to comfort her. She was holding a photo of her and my father, and I suddenly realized that it was their wedding anniversary. I also remembered them joking about a Christmas present to my mother which was actually a present from my father to himself I did not understand the allusion at that time, but seeing her thus, the description was most apt.

I gently kissed her cheek and she returned the kiss in a manner not previously displayed. She pulled herself tightly against me so that my erection pressed hard into her. I could feel her hard nipples against my bare chest and the full length of her glorious body outlined down mine as she tried to pull me closer, causing my erection to achieve an even greater size. At this stage I could no longer control my overly stimulated urges, and I began to run my hands up and down her back, going lower each time, until I http://www.porncc.org/hairy-mania-t300911.html grasped her rear and pulled her to me.

She moaned gently and returned the pressure, seeking to open my mouth with her tongue and when I did so, explored my mouth with increased passion. I reached down, eased my hands under her nightie, and gently ran them up her bare back. She quivered as I slid them round till I could feel the swell of her breasts, and she eased her body away to give me full access. I slowly cupped them, squeezing and fondling them, and as I rolled her nipples between my fingers she gasped with pleasure, pushed my shorts past my hips onto the floor, and, with a sigh of intense relief, used both hands to grip and stroke my throbbing, rock hard cock.

" I have been going crazy with the need for the feel of a man on top of me and his cock inside me." she whispered in a shaky throaty voice. " Fuck me Ric, please, fuck me now." She began to turn towards the bed, so I scooped her up into my arms; all one hundred and twenty five glorious, quivering pounds of her, carried her over and laid her there. She lay there, looking up at me and I climbed over her between her legs, lowered myself on to her, supporting most of my weight on my arms, and began to kiss her breasts, cheeks and lips. She widened her legs and drew up her knees to the point where I could feel my cock pressing into her pussy.

" Put your full weight on me," she ordered." I want to bear all of you. Don't worry, I won't break."

She held my cock, rubbed it against her and I could feel the moisture of her arousal as she found her pleasure button and guided the head into herself. I pushed slowly, firmly, and felt myself entering her body. She tensed, gave a deep sigh of relief and pleasure, relaxed and pushed against me to encourage me to continue. I did so, and with a series of short exquisite

thrusts, I was fully within her soft, warm, silky sheath.

" Now," she gasped, " as hard and as fast as you can." With that urging, she wrapped her legs around me, her arms around my neck and her tongue as far into my mouth as she could reach.

At this stage, I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of unbelievable pleasure that I was experiencing, that I almost lost control and wanted to pound into her as hard as possible to achieve my own selfish climax. But, with a considerable effort, I restrained myself to attempt to bring her to completion first. I began to stroke her with short thrusts, increasing both the speed and the length, and by putting my hands under her hips and pulling her closer, achieved the maximum penetration. Her breath became ragged, moaning and whimpered into my mouth at each thrust.

She began returning my movements with increasing vigor, writhing and twisting with each increase in rhythm, until she began to shudder and shake, and with a heart wrenching groan, went into an all consuming orgasm. She thrashed and jerked so violently that I had difficulty in continuing my stroke, but continue I did, for I had not reached my zenith. I slowed and waited for her to recover, but she dug her fingers into my back, placed her feet flat on the bed and urged me to continue by opening her legs as far as possible.

I responded by fucking her as forcefully as I could for I was now crazy to reach my own orgasm, ramming my full length into her in an increasing crescendo of short strokes. She cried out at each violent insertion, but tightened her arms around me and arched her back to offer me greater access and encourage me to continue. I began to feel that most thrilling, all consuming. sensation which proceeds orgasm, and at the same moment I became aware that she was beginning to quiver and gyrate, signaling her incipient climax. I had now reached that point when nothing else mattered other than my cumming, and I exploded my whole being into her spasming depths as I realized that by some miracle we had come together.

Our combined groaning and muted screams went unnoticed by us, as I pumped everything I had into her receptive, demanding body I until I had nothing left; I slumped onto her with my now softening cock still deep within her. She lay quiet, still shaking slightly from her second orgasm, and, stroking my back with her nails, held me tight and kissed me in a loving tender fashion.

Thinking my weight might be causing her some discomfort, I made to move away. She held me fast, whispering." No, stay as you are. It's been too long a time since I felt a man inside me and I want to enjoy it for a while. Just relax, support some of your weight on your arms but do not leave me. I can't remember the last time I felt this good and I want to just rest and let this sense of peace linger for a while."

I, too, was content to simply lie there and luxuriate in the warmth of her body and the velvet glove that enveloped me. I snuggled my face against her cheek and began nibble her ear and caress her neck and throat with the tip of my tongue. I could detect a subtle change in her body. Her whole being seemed somehow softer, and her skin a smoother silkier texture without any hint of tension or conflict. I moved a very little within her, wishing to explore and extend the quite incredible comfort provided by her velvety tunnel; as though giving me an answer, she began to squeeze me with her inner muscles.

Nothing had quite prepared me for this supremely http://www.porncc.org/hairy-mania-t300911.html erotic stimulation and I found myself becoming hard again. I heard her giggle and continued to massage me until I was once again totally aroused. I looked at her and could see her smiling. She pulled my lips down to hers where even those had gained this remarkable velvet texture, and, brushing her tongue over mine, she arched her back, held my ass and pulled me to her.

Needing no further invitation, I began to fuck her again. This time I tried to exercise some control, wanting to prolong this wonderful pleasure as long as possible and to try to achieve mutual satisfaction. I think she sensed what I was attempting to do, for although she responded energetically, she allowed me to set the pace. I began slowly, with full length strokes, gradually increasing the rhythm whilst decreasing the withdrawal, so that at that stage I was fully into her. I knew that if I maintained that pattern the pleasure was so overpowering that I would not be able to control myself and I could feel that she was also on the edge.

I slowed the activity and thought I heard her give a slight indication of disappointment, though at that stage we were both moaning and gasping so loudly I could not be sure. I repeated the process more gradually until, reaching the final full insertion I could no longer wait to gain my release. I pulled her violently to me and positively slammed myself into her, hard and fast, with no other thought than to gain my own selfish goal.

She began to scream, from pain or pleasure I neither knew nor cared, for my only concern was my own need, and as I began to cum with greater power and volume than I had known before, I felt her shuddering and bucking beneath me. I was totally spent and rolled over onto my back, waiting for my breathing and racing heart to return to normal. She was still making little sounds and it was only when I regained my composure that I realized she was actually crying.

I was immediately overcome with fear that my last brutal assault had hurt and upset her. Leaning over, I looked at her tear stained face, imploring, " Bess, I am so sorry if I hurt you, but you caused such an all consuming need in me that I lost all control. Please forgive me. Having gained you in this special way, the thought of losing you as a result of my own inconsiderate behavior is unthinkable."

She was still trembling and, taking a deep breath to still herself, she opened her tearful eyes, smiled at my worried face and said in a weak breathless voice,

" Oh Ric, my dear, dear boy, these are tears of happiness, tears that I have been longing to shed for these many months, tears of frustration for the times of sleepless nights and the lack of my man to share my bed. Yes, you did hurt me slightly, but a woman enjoys that kind of pain when it is caused by love and passion with the man she loves. Yes, I will forgive you if you promise to do one thing for me."

" Anything, or, at least, anything other than not being permitted to love you again. That I could not promise with any certainty." I replied, not knowing what to expect.

She pulled my head down to her, kissed me, traced her tongue across my lips, put her lips to my ear, and in a small voice, quaking with suppressed laughter, whispered seductively; "Promise me that you will be capable of doing that whole performance again, and that you will go deeper and prolong it much longer" She laughed out loud, slid out of bed and went into the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later with a warm damp cloth and proceeded to clean and dry me. She was naked, irresistibly beautiful and completely at ease with me in this way. I, in turn, was still so enervated that even the delicate touch of her hands on me could not generate any reaction. She again lay down by my side, took me into her loving arms and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I know there is much we must talk about but it can wait until the morning. All that I care about at this moment is because of you I feel better than I have for a very long time. The crushing load of frustration and repression has gone and I feel that I am floating on air. I know that tonight I shall sleep soundly for the first time for months."

She turned round and spooned herself into me, took my hand and placed it between her legs, my other she pulled around her shoulders onto her breasts. She wriggled her backside against me until she had my limp depleted cock nestled between her cheeks, leaned herself against me, sighed contentedly and was asleep in a few minutes. My mind was in such turmoil, trying to absorb the events of the past couple of hours, that sleep eluded me for what seemed an eternity. Being pervaded by that delicious sense of post coital satisfaction and the nearness of her smooth warm body, I slept. Or did I? Or was it all a dream?

I awoke to the not unusual condition of an early morning hard on, but with one very significant difference. The hand holding it was not mine. I opened my eyes to the most marvelous sight of my mother, on her side, bare breasted, head propped up on one hand while the other held my cock.

" Good morning lover." she smiled. " We should be getting up on this fine morning, but first there is something I really must do, so stay there just a moment." Puzzled but curious, I complied, She went into the bath room and returned with her razor, hot water, cream and her skin lotion. She pulled back the sheets, and with a mischievous grin, " I like my men devoid of both facial and genital hair." She pushed me down on my back, opened my legs wide, knelt down between them and began to apply the cream to my rigid cock and my balls.

She could see my look of apprehension, laughed and reassured me. "Relax, I did this for your father on a regular basis and he did it for me." and before I had time to fully digest the implications inherent to that remark, she casually grasped my already upstanding cock and began to apply the cream. The touch of her hand was sufficient to absorb my full attention, so by the time I was able to truly appreciate what she was doing, she had neatly removed all the superfluous hair without transforming me into a eunuch. The loss of hair created an unusual sensation of cleanliness and freedom, was highly erotic and I complimented on her expertise.

"If you thought that was good, wait till you experience this." was her reply. She poured some of her skin lotion into her palms and began massaging it into the areas she had shaved. She was right to warn me, otherwise I may have hit the roof. With exquisite care she applied the lotion to every part and when she finally, and I am sure, tantalizingly slowly, began to rub it up and down my already swollen shaft, I groaned and warned her that there was a great probability that it would either explode or I would suffer an apoplectic stroke.


Her happiness that she had made me feel that way was evident in her face. "I was about to suggest that we take a shower, but to leave you in this state could cause permanent damage. Having caused this highly dangerous condition, I must take the responsibility of applying the only effective known cure." Having rendered that decision, she proceeded to take the necessary action. She pulled my legs together, straddled me, positioned herself over my eager cock and let herself slowly engulf my full length. The lubrication provided by the residual lotion made the entry into her pussy smooth and easy, and as she ground herself on my body, I could feel the slight roughness of her lips on the area that she had so recently shaved.

She leaned forward, placed her hands on my chest and began to rotate her hips while simultaneously moving up and down. Slowly at first, increasing the momentum as the excitement built, until she was riding me as strongly as I had ridden her the previous night. She was gasping and emitting those deep throaty sounds I had come to recognize as a prelude to her orgasm. I caressed her breasts, moved my hands to support her hips and began to return her urgent thrusts, driving her to even more violent action. I used my one thumb to find her clitoris and held it there, so that each time she came down, it provided an additional stimulus.

It was obviously effective. She leaned closer to increase the pressure from my hand, with her nipples brushing my chest at each movement. Her thrusting became even more frenzied and she gave a strangled cry each time she impacted my thumb. I felt her begin to shake and knowing she was on the verge of cumming, I began to seek my own relief by thrusting into her at full tilt. Her head went back and she literally screamed as she began to convulse, thrashing and twisting, making it difficult for me to continue. But continue I did. I was right on the brink and holding tight on to her lovely gyrating ass, pulled her onto my greedy demanding cock and in a few moments of frantic fucking, followed her over the edge to blessed relief.

She collapsed onto me and I held her close while we regained our breath. I was still deep within her and could feel myself diminishing until a slight movement from Bess caused me to slip out of her, causing us both to give a little cry of disappointment. We looked at each other, smiled at each other, kissed and lay there as we were, just enjoying the peace and sense of well being that embraced us.

" Come on." she admonished," Though I can't think of anything better than just staying in your arms, we both have other things to do. Lets shower have some breakfast and that talk we promised."

She stood, pulled me up and led me to the shower. We soaped, washed and dried each other, touching and caressing, laughing and playing, completely natural and without any embarrassment whatsoever in our nude state. She had a body of which any young woman would be proud, slim without being thin, softly rounded with firm medium breasts that needed no support and I derived immense pleasure from just looking at her. Even more so now that I knew that her trim figure was a result of nature and personal care, owing nothing to artifice. Neither of us smoked or drank, all of our food was low fat natural product with lots of fruit and vegetables. My boxing coach was always delighted when he was invited to supper and saw our usual fare.

Mom prepared some scrambled eggs, toast and orange juice, and as we ate began to speak,

haltingly at first, choosing her words with care.

. " I was 18 when I met your father and still a virgin. I loved him then and I love him now, and prior to last night he was the only man who ever knew me. To my surprise and your father's delight, my sex drive actually increased, as I grew older. This past two years have become increasingly more frustrating, with this last few months a nightly torment. Several men have shown interest and I dated a couple of them, one from the office and David from the golf club.This man, 45 and a widower, I found very agreeable, with similar tastes and ideas for the future. We met several times until the point when sex was the next inevitable step. I was excited by the prospect and I went to his home for supper all prepared to discover if we were suited. I could not go through with it As soon as he kissed me and began to touch me I froze. I felt as though I was being unfaithful to your father and I knew I could not give myself to another man. He was kind and understanding and said he hoped he would be around when I finally decided to begin a new life. So, I went back to a girl's best friend, a vibrator. While it provides some slight temporary relief, I soon discovered that it is no substitute for a loving man with a warm body and a hard cock. I had pretty well resigned myself to life of celibacy when I noticed your looking at me in a different way. It was only then that fully appreciated that you were fully grown into a good looking, husky young man and had reached the same age as your father when we first met."

I made to say something, but;

" Please let me finish what is very awkward and embarrassing.If I stop I may not be able to continue A short time later I was particularly morose and feeling very lonely, and you came in to say goodnight. I was in my gown only and it slipped open as I stood up and I was startled by your immediate arousal. I hugged you closer than I intended and felt a thrill when your erection pressed into me, and was captivated by your embarrassed movement to reduce the contact to ensure you did not offend me. Little did you know that I was so excited by that brief contact I had to relieve myself and judging by the sounds coming from you room you had to do the same. Yes, I listened and almost came in to help. Each subsequent evening I ensured I wore something revealing, and each evening I hugged you close enough to feel you and was encouraged to find that you were less and less inclined to pull away. I realized that you would never make the first move and I could not bring myself to do it for, I suspect, the same reason, rejection and the loss of respect."

She saw me nod my head in agreement and continued. " Last night, as you surmised, was our wedding anniversary. I was looking at our favorite photo and almost screaming with frustration. I had put on the special nightdress he bought for me and which was our secret signal that I wanted sex, and when I accepted the fact that he was not coming, would never come again, I began to cry. It was then that you came in."

Her eyes filled with tears. I thought she would faint and moved to hold her.

"You see Ric, how you instinctively moved to comfort me. It was the same last night, except that my need was all consuming and overrode my judgment. My hugging and kissing you and my desperation to feel a man's hardness again led you past a point of no return, where only the most basic of instincts assumed control. I feel no guilt or regret for what happened, and your reactions, thankfully, appear to be the same. Others may condemn my behavior, but I am so happy that I cannot believe that what we do together in mutual love and unconditional consent is any other persons business; I wish with all my heart to continue as we are, sufficient on to ourselves. All that I know is that I slept peacefully last night and that I shall sleep again tonight. From a state of being almost suicidal, I am full of life and with a zest for the future that I have not felt since your father died. I gave you your life and now you have given mine back to me."

She stood." I have to go into the office to hand in the contracts I have completed, and collect my work for next week. I shall also call in the market, so should be home about twelve." With that she moved towards her bedroom to dress." Bess, " I asked, " Can I come in and just xxx you. I so love just to look at you?" She was surprised, but without hesitation agreed.

" You still don't understand do you? Whatever you want, I want. If you need, at any time, to touch me, hold me, kiss me, love me, do so. Do not think about it, do it. If there is anything, anything, you want me to do, or any special way you like me to dress, tell me, for I already know you would do anything to please me."

I slipped on my usual Saturday sweat suit, for though I had some mid term exam study to complete, I was due at the college gym in the early afternoon. Going into her bedroom, I sat on the bed. She had shed her robe and was brushing her hair, quite oblivious to the fact that she was naked, that I could see her back and front due to her reflection, and that the rippling swaying of her beautiful breasts was wakening the old Adam. She smiled at me, taking pleasure from my simply watching her. I walked over, kissed her neck, shoulders, cheeks, and moved my hands around to hold her breasts. Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly opened, took a deep breath and pressed her hands hard on mine.

" I know what I just said, young man, but if you do not unhand me there is a strong probability that we shall not leave the house all day. So, kiss me and go back to your studies, but remember exactly where you were for this evening."

With that enticing thought dancing around in my head, I slowly, reluctantly, freed my soft captives and returned to a less enticing task.

About twenty minutes later she came into the study wearing her city clothes, a smart tailored skirt and xxx, looking every bit the successful career girl.

" You approve. " she asked, and jokingly held me off as I moved towards her." Anything you need? No, then I'll be back for lunch."

I really tried to come back to the exciting study of differing magnetites, a reddish iron ore, common around the world, but my thoughts returned inexorably to Bess and wishing she were here. Bess was my father's pet name for my mother, Elizabeth, and she strongly discouraged any other person from using it, even Bev and Del. I had used this familiar some few months ago when we were reminiscing and I had pretended to be Dad. Her first reaction was mild anger, quickly replaced with a few tears and her saying it was for http://www.porncc.org/hairy-mania-t300911.html me and me only to use that name. Since then, it has become the natural way of addressing her, though, in my heart she is still Mom.

Still thinking about Bess, I began to feel very horny and flipped through some of my favorite porno sites, hoping to obtain some relief in the time accustomed manner and was surprised that they no longer had the desired effect. This made me long even more for her return. Then, a thought came which made me reach for the phone. One of my friend's fathers ran a small, but well recommended restaurant. I made a reservation for that evening, and having done that, returned to my less than interesting but essential studies.

Bess returned at twelve thirty, and while having a light snack, discussed our plans for the rest of the day. This was our usual way, since we were accustomed to leading separate, independent lives, observing the others wishes and arranging those times when we would be home to eat together. She said she was going to meet her friends that afternoon and use the pool and sauna in their complex. " And you?" she queried.

" I have to go to the gym for boxing practice this afternoon, but I have met an extraordinarily exciting woman and have made a dinner reservation for eight this evening, so make sure you are back in time to dress."

It took her a few seconds to work that out, but the wait was worth it. Her face lit up, a couple of tears escaped and she grabbed my hands to show her gratitude. " I'll be here at five." Not trusting her voice to remain calm, she put her palm to my cheek and fled to her room.

I returned at five fifteen. No Bess. I showered and dressed. Still no Bess. I was wondering what had happened when the phone rang.

" Ric, I tried ringing earlier. When I told Bev and Val what you had planned for us they asked if they could come too, insisting that they pay the piper. They had tried to decide what to do for my anniversary, and this was the ideal solution. I could not refuse. I said I did not think that you would object, so please do this for me even though I would prefer it were just we two. I can wear one of the xxx here. We have always shared each others clothes and things, so, if OK, we'll meet you there at seven thirty?"

Recalling the many kindnesses and happy times with her truly wonderful friends, it would have been churlish to refuse. Indeed, the more I considered it, the happier I became for this unexpected opportunity to show my heartfelt appreciation to them for their support to Bess over the past difficult two years. I said as much to Bess, gave her the address and due to very limited parking, suggested they take a cab.

I added, " I have an ulterior motive for asking that you do not drive. I intent to ply you with wine, take you home, and seduce you, individually or all together or both as the occasion presents."

She literally laughed out loud, which undoubtedly would require an explanation to the others, and lowering her voice, " I'll happily pass on the first part, but, my ambitious stud, I'll pass on the last suggestion at a later time. All your immediate and near future efforts and energy are spoken for. See you later."

They arrived on time and what an entrance they made. Three lovely, unescorted women and the looks of envy when I greeted them were unmistakable. Singly, they were each attractive, but together they were riveting, and as they sat down they began to apologize for intruding on our plans.

" Ladies, " I assured them, " Look around you. I doubt that there is one man in this room who does not envy me. What man could be sorry to be graced by your delightful presence? This is a man's idea of heaven, to be surrounded by beautiful women."

I called the waiter and was surprised to see it was my friend Jim, also a boxer, who came to attend us. We chose, and with a sly wink to my mother, I ordered a liter of the house white wine. Jim returned with the wine saying it was with his father's compliments and that it was a tribute to beauty. As he left he added his own opinion by openly admiring them " Every man should be this lucky." he complimented as he walked away. I could not help noticing the unmistakable expression on the faces of both Val and Bev as they followed his departure and can only liken it to that look displayed by any person on a strict diet as they watched the dessert trolley being pushed away. I mused idly on what would be their reaction to a randy young man.

They obviously gloried in this attention. I poured them some wine and they quickly began questioning me about my mother's new boyfriend My incredulous reaction, though true, did not convince them and they continued their interrogation. I asked " What makes you both certain that she has met a man?"

"Use you eyes, look at her, look at her face," they chorused. I did and only then did I realize what they meant. Her eyes sparkled, her face glowed, her hair shone, she sat straight and proud and I noticed that the slight tension still there in the others had departed from her.

"Only a new love could have that effect on a man or woman, so there must be someone new in her life." they said with absolutely certainty and with what I thought was a little envy. This lighthearted questioning continued, becoming more salacious as the wine went down. I once again assured them that since she spent all of her evenings with them, or me, that she could not be seeing another man. " Logically," I reasoned, " can you believe that any warm blooded man would not want to spend all his time with her." My mother, sitting opposite, nodded in confirmation and smiled innocently at her companions, and I felt her stocking foot exploring my crotch. She was still talking to them as she wriggled her toes against my now hard cock, not even glancing at me to check the reaction.

Neither of the girls were drinkers, so the effect of the relatively small amount that they consumed was to loosen their already busy tongues and remove their inhibitions. By the end of that most happy evening they had regaled me with stories of their school days, of inadequate husbands and disappointing lovers. I have no doubt that next day they would feel some embarrassment in the details they had discussed in my presence, but for the moment they were relaxed and content, as was I, with the steady pressure on my crotch.

Finally, we made the effort to call it a night. We all expressed our total delight in the meal, the soothing ambiance of the music and the superb service. Jim's father, Italian by birth, insisted on seeing us out, asked that we come again and gallantly kissed each of their hands. It had been an evening that we would always recall with pleasure, and when I delivered the girls to their condo, they were almost in tears with gratitude and happiness. Driving home, Bess laid her head on my shoulder, put her hand on my thigh and whispered her thanks; both for herself and the attention I had given her friends.

In our home, being late, we went directly to bed. I was unsure which way to go. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

"Undress me." She commanded.

Being more than happy to obey, I unzipped her dress and l let it fall. Unclipping her bra I slipped it off and reverently held her irresistible breasts for a few moments while I went to my knees. I struggled to remove the clinging pantyhose before I reached and took down the final obstacle, her thong style panties. In that position, my face was only inches away from her inviting womanhood. Putting my hands on her hips, I pressed my lips against her and gently traced my tongue up and down, searching for her button and finding it, softly licked it.

" God," she moaned, pulling my mouth in tighter, " If you want to do that, let me lie down before I fall down." Picking her up I laid her on the bed, shed my own clothes, and crawled up between her legs till I once again could worship her breasts. Leisurely, I licked and teased her nipples, ran my tongue around them and tried to take each one into my mouth while all the time she was groaning and twisting, pulling my face closer to her. I slowly moved my ministrations down her body, probing her navel until I reached her lips. I kissed and tasted her inner thighs before returning to her pleasure center and, lifting her knees over my shoulders, I began probing her inner lips and titillating her swollen clitoris. ' She was writhing and panting with total abandon, head back, mouth open, uttering those deep guttural cries which accompany an ecstasy of such intensity that it begs for release." Put your tongue in as far as you can and use your thumb like you did before." she croaked and pressed my face hard into her body.

I complied, began to feel her starting to quiver and endeavored to increase the length of my tongue and the vibration of my thumb on her button. She stiffened, thrust up her hips and clamped her thighs around my ears so tightly I was afraid she would deafen me. She began to climax, bouncing up and down, giving low screams as each spasm shook her.

Slowly she came down, eased the painful pressure on my head, straightened her legs and lay quiescent, still quivering and taking short rapid breaths. I remained in that position for what seemed an age until I felt her ruffling my hair, moved up till I could kiss her nipples, throat, neck and lips and then settled myself on her still trembling body. I was still hard and just eased myself into a comfortable position so as not to intrude into her aura of lassitude and completion. She moved a hand down to encircle my cock, commenced to squeeze and caress me before rolling me over so that I was recumbent and http://www.porncc.org/wake-dream-t180497.html she was kneeling by my side with my cock standing hard and proud, begging for attention.


She just looked at it for a few moments prior to lowering her head to kiss and lick the smooth sensitive head and run her lips along its length, pausing only to suck each ball fully into her mouth. Wrapping her sweet lips around the head, she gradually took in about half my length, partly withdrew and repeated the action, taking in a little more each time until I could feel my tip against the softness of her throat. Gently squeezing my now swollen testicles with one hand and the base of my cock with the other, she began to pump me with increasing frequency.

Talk about seventh heaven. Grunting like the beast I had become, I put both hands behind her head and tried to push my full length into her, felt her gag and let her back off. I began thrusting into her luscious mouth, using her hand to limit the insertion, until that familiar, indescribable, breathtaking, wholly animal lust drove me on to the completion my body demanded. She could feel the pressure increasing in my balls and increased the tempo of her mouth and when I tried to pull away so as not to cum in her mouth, she shook her head slightly, took me in a tad and added the extra stimulus of the hand around my cock. I had gone beyond caring what or where.

My orgasm erupted with more force than I could recall, and she was forced to release some of me to accommodate the stream of semen that I continued to ejaculate. I cried out in disappointment as she began to release me and held her head until my diminishing discharge finished. She held me there while I softened, then, using some tissues, cleaned her mouth and the area she had so lovingly attended.

Such was that cataclysmic climax that I could only croak my delight while waiting to breathe again. I'm sure I forgot to do so through those last few minutes of intense pleasure. She lay beside me and held me in her arms till I was able to speak. " I hope that made you feel as good as I do." I squeezed her hard in acquiescence and she twisted around to fit herself into me as before. I placed my hands on her in the manner she preferred and sighing contentedly we both succumbed to that most pleasant sleep of complete satiation.

On waking, I found that we were still spooned together and Bess was still sleeping. Both her breasts had found a welcoming home in my hands and, being as gentle as possible, I reverently fondled them. She lay still for a few moments and then, feeling my burgeoning erection pressing ever harder into her ass, turned around, kissed me and reached down with both hands to hold and stroke it. I eased her over onto her back and ran my hand down between her legs to cup her sex, pressed hard and was rewarded by a soft moan and her one hand on mine to encourage my exploration. I inserted two fingers into her and began to stroke her clit with increasing enthusiasm until she pulled me over and guided my hard rod into her. I pulled a pillow under her hips and began that now familiar, most pleasurable activity of simply fucking her. We had reached that stage of complete knowledge of each other's needs and preferences and could indulge our own personal enjoyment, confident that it would be shared.

We adjusted our lives and schedules to suit our new relationship. We now shared one bedroom, but maintained the other in its normal state. Her friends still called in regularly and sometimes stayed over, and I continued to help them as and when they required. I did notice that when I was with each, separately, each worked some query about Jim into the conversation.

Several weeks later, Bev had purchased a new bed and asked me to come to her place on the Saturday afternoon to assemble it. I agreed, was there to help carry in all the bits and pieces and could understand the need to have someone to put the thing together. Like most girls, she possessed no tools, depending on her ex husband and then me to provide the mechanical help. When I was younger, she rewarded me with ice cream, later a movie and more recently with a hug and an auntie type kiss.

With her help, I quickly assembled the frame. We added the box spring and mattress and then the final sheets. It was a hot day and we were both perspiring by the time we finished. When she suggested a quick shower I thankfully agreed, with me going first. I was in the kitchen, pouring a glass of cold milk, which I almost dropped when she came to join me. She was wearing a sun suit, which would offer the minimum protection against the sun and maximum exposure to the appreciative masculine eye. I had come wearing a loose tee shirt and shorts, prepared for work

Feeling refreshed by the shower and seeing her in that outfit had the predictable result. I became hard immediately and was grateful that I was wearing baggy shorts, which I hoped would disguise this embarrassing reaction. Not so. I saw her glance down, smile and turn around to display her very shapely body.

"How do you do you think this will look on my Hawaiian holiday?" she queried as she walked right up to me.

"Provided there is no man there with high blood pressure, you should be just fine. Otherwise you may get charged with manslaughter" I quipped.

She chuckled, took the glass from my hand, drank some milk, set it down, put her arms around my neck, pulled her body hard against mine and kissed me.

"Thank you for helping me with the bed," she whispered. "I never thanked you properly for that pleasant evening we all had together."

She pulled me closer, rubbing my rampant rod against her stomach and kissed me again, this time opening my lips with her tongue and filling my mouth. That did it. I hugged her so tight she gasped for air and pressed her hips even harder into my cock as I explored her warm sweet mouth. I ran my hands up and down her back, tentatively unhooked her sun top and ran my hands around to cradle her breasts. She moved herself away to give me room, allowing the top to fall to the floor, and, as I began to squeeze her hard nipples and soft warm tits she gave a long shuddering sigh, tried to suck the end off my tongue, and dropped both hands to hold my aching cock.

"MMNnnnnnnnn," she groaned, "it's been a long time since I had one of these to play with, and when I did, it wasn't as big and strong as this. Let's go to the bedroom where I can play with it some more."

Still holding on, she led me to the bedroom, pulled of my shorts and tee shirt and pushed me back on the bed we had just made. I unzipped her shorts and she wriggled out of them, knelt by me on the bed and began to roll me between her palms before leaning over to take the head into her mouth. I was desperately trying to control my reactions since I was possessed by an overwhelming desire to start thrusting between her smooth lips. I ran my one hand up her thigh to cup her pussy and slowly put in one finger and then a second. Her thighs opened to receive my demanding fingers as I commenced stroking her pulsing clitoris, feeling each pounding heartbeat.

She ran her lips up and down my shaft several times and,

"God help me, " she croaked, " I need this inside me now."

She straddled me, lifted herself with my eager help and let herself slide down untilshe had taken my not inconsiderable length completely into her slick, hot, moist pussy.

"AAhhhhhhhhhh, I've been using a vibrator for so long that I'd forgotten what the real thing was like, and I can assure you this much better."

She began to rock and rotate her hips while I gently held her breasts and teased her hard nipples. Leaning forward, she grazed her nipples over my chest and offered them to my greedy mouth and I licked and sucked each in turn while continuing to squeeze the other. The act of leaning forward had obviously provided extra pressure to her clit and she began to slide up and down with increasing vigor to the stage where I had to hold her waist to prevent her bouncing off me.

I could feel that she was rapidly building up to the climax she so desperately needed and I put my hands behind her ass and began to return her movements. All this time she was moaning and panting, I was grunting in tune with our own personal ballet and we both were emitting those little sounds of love and encouragement to each other. I was almost at the point of losing it when I saw her head go back, her mouth open and she began to shake as she went into orgasm. Her whole body shook and quivered violently, her thighs clamped about my cock and I could feel her tightness along the full length so strongly that I wondered that if I had attempted to cum at that moment I could have done so.

She became rigid and then, with a long shuddering breath, slumped onto me and laid her cheek against mine. A moment, then

" Thanks Rick for understanding that I needed that very much and letting me dictate the action. I feel so good, but I can also feel that you are still as delightfully hard as when we began. I have a feeling that like most men you prefer to be on top to achieve your climax."

" You are most understanding, Auntie dear." I joked, and I started to roll over.

Realizing what I was trying to do, she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me to ensure that we didn't loose contact, and since we had a queen size bed in which to carry out this maneuver, I went over on her, still in her, ready and raring to go.

" Now," she grinned, " you have control and I can feel you are more than able to do whatever is necessary. I am so content that you can do whatever you wish. Fuck me fast, slow, hard, gentle, deep, shallow or any combination. So, my dear Ric, take your old Auntie back into heaven."

I needed no further invitation, and, putting my hands under her hips, my tongue down her throat, I began that most wonderful exercise in human existence, fucking a responsive woman. Earlier, I had been very near my climax, but now, after the short cessation of activity, I felt ready and able for a sustained bout of fucking. Her legs and arms were still entwined about me and I could feel her movements beneath me, urging me on.

I began to thrust into her, slowly at first, with long, firm strokes, determined to extend the time as long as possible and to provide the maximum pleasure to both of us. Judging from the increasing pressure of her legs and arms about me, Bevy was enjoying the action almost as much, and she commenced to meet each increased penetration with a sharp gasp and upward surge. This wish to combine both our efforts caused me to increase my speed until I was pounding into her with total abandon. We were both moaning and grunting, the mattress was squeaking and the newly assembled bed frame shook and rattled with each new impact. By this time I no longer thought about time and duration. I had reached that condition where only release mattered and wanted to achieve it in the manner that gave me the ultimate orgasm that I agonized to achieve.

Knowing that my climax was imminent, I rammed my full length into her in a succession of short, violent stabs, pausing momentarily between each thrust before resuming the pattern. I could feel her beginning to writhe and shake under me as she whimpered at each impact; I was not sure whether from pain or pleasure and at that moment I did not care. Only my climax was important. Gone was the considerate helpful nephew, to be replaced by a lusting animal with no thought except his own selfish needs. A final, powerful, battering blow, and, buried deep within her warm velvet pussy, I exploded in what seemed an unending flood of happiness into her hungry body. At that moment I knew that she had experienced another orgasm herself as she continued to move against me while still holding me.

I wanted to give some further friction to ensure her satisfaction, but I was spent and literally

collapsed onto her and would have rolled off her had she not been holding me. I just lay there, panting, trying to recover enough air to speak.

A few minutes and I asked. "Am I too heavy?"

"God, Ric, where did you learn to screw like that?" breathlessly, " and no, stay there; I would ask you to take a little load on your elbows, but do not leave me. It's been a long time since I felt a man inside me and I want to enjoy it a little longer."

I made no effort to answer her question, being content to follow her request and share this feeling of euphoria. Several minutes passed and I began to kiss her lips, eyes, cheeks, chin, throat and finally, nibble her ear lobes. This was just an appreciative salute, intended to relax and convey my feelings of deep contentment and I was surprised and excited to feel her begin to move against me. I felt myself begin to harden inside her and I heard her laugh.

"That didn't take long, lover mine," she giggled," I was OK until you chewed my ears, but I couldn't help responding when you did. Do it a little more and see what happens."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"If the result is what I think it will be and you can guarantee a repeat performance, I am very sure"

I did as she suggested and nibbled and sucked her lobes some more. She put her feet flat on the bed, fully opened her thighs and tried to pull me in even farther. I placed a pillow under her hips, positioned my hands behind her head, her tongue seeking mine, and with much of my weight on my elbows, I tried to honor the guarantee.

Not being able to remember the sequence and what seemed to most please her, I just relaxed and let nature dictate the next few minutes, hoping that my preferences would provide her the same level of pleasure that I was enjoying. All too quickly, it http://www.porncc.org/wake-dream-t180497.html seemed, I could feel my own threshold approaching and deliberately slowed and withdrew till only the head remained in her.She understood what I was doing, thrust up to reclaim the full length and signaled for me to carry

on as before as she used her hands to exert extra pressure.

By this time, the familiar vocal sounds of her immanent completion had increased, both in volume and variety and, with my grunting at each stroke, together with the twanging of the bed, all combined to produce a not inconsiderable symphony of sexual satisfaction. For full mutual satisfaction it was.

I ejaculated a long lingering stream into her soft silky sheath and was rewarded by that most

welcoming orgasmic shaking and crying from one's partner, as she climaxed immediately afterwards. I felt inordinately relieved in that I had provided her with the same completion that I had achieved and that she had shared.

Totally enervated, I rolled over on my side and held her while we both came down from the plateau and regained our composure. We were silent for several minutes, relishing that post coital bliss which succeeds each satisfactory encounter.

"That was wonderful, Ric," she smiled, "I cannot remember the last time I felt this good. Over the past year, both Val and I have been trying to make you give us a tumble, and though we could literally see and feel your reaction to our clumsy attempts at seduction, we figured that you wanted to fuck us but worried that we might be offended and the possible consequences. Well, now you know, we aren't Now, It's nearly five, so if you want a quick shower before you go home, do so. I expect Bess will be waiting for you to prepare your supper. Just remember that this is between us and that I am always home for you whenever you wish to visit."

"Well, actually, she wont be home until late." I said." She is visiting an office friend. My friends Kyle and Jim are coming over later and we shall probably order in a pizza and rent a movie. We don't have any matches this weekend, which is just as well since all my energy has gone to a more worthy cause"

" I have a better idea. Why don't you stay here and invite your friends to come. Val is coming over later, so I can tell her to bring salad and fresh bread, I have some steaks and we can make something better than a pizza."

I saw the look of anticipation flash into her eyes when I mentioned Jim. Neither of them had met Kyle, but I knew they would both be attracted to him.

"That's a great idea Bev," I cried," but I need to go home, shave and change into something more appropriate. I can phone them to tell them of this delightful change in plans. There is one thing I should mention. Whenever I see Jim, he always asks when I am going to bring you to the restaurant again. You, not both of you. Yet, when we told Kyle of that last party, he did nothing but praise Val and said little about you. I get the distinct impression he wants to keep you to himself"

I left her digesting this thought, went home, and called them. They were both excited by the idea of spending the evening with two beautiful, unattached ladies, and agreed to meet me at Bev's condo at seven. I arrived earlier; Val was already there and welcomed me with her usual close hug and kiss, with Bev smiling at me in an amused manner. They both looked stunning and I told them so. Jim and Kyle were prompt, with each carrying a bottle of wine and one red rose, this last my idea.

Jim presented his rose to Bev, while Kyle gave his to Val and both girls, with tears in their eyes, kissed both of

them. Kyle had not met either of the girls before, but was visibly delighted with Val as his date since it was also very apparent that Jim and Bev had eyes only for each other.

That I seemed the odd man out did not seem to be noticed, as the others were paying somuch attention to each other. The girls prepared the meal with the boys falling over themselves intheir eagerness to help and remain near to them. They had not received so much attention for a long time and all four, very quickly, acted like old friends.

The food was excellent; the two bottles of wine when the three guys were basically teetotalers, were more than adequate. The evening was a great success. Came eleven, I said goodnight, as I wanted to be home when Bess returned. I knew Val would stay over and I learnt later that the boys left, reluctantly, about twelve. I did not press them for details of their activities, they were just very happy and thankful for the evening I had arranged. We do not play kiss and tell

I had a compelling reason for wanting to see Bess. Over the past two weeks she had been unusually quiet and thoughtful, never refusing me, but without that response which I had come to expect and enjoy. Last night she told me why.

Some two weeks ago, David, the man she had previously met and dated, rang her as he said he would. She met him a couple of times for lunch, a few evenings and he was undoubtedly wishing to resume their earlier relationship. She liked this man very much.

Apparently, when Bess previously declined to let the friendship develop as he hoped, he was most solicitous and understood her continued devotion to her deceased husband. He said that he would wait and wanted to be around when she decided that the time had come to think about her future and put the past in the past. She wanted me to think about this new situation and we could then discuss what it meant to both of us.

She was meeting David the next evening, but would not make any commitment until we had talked and would tell David so. I did not tell the girls, Bess would do that at the time of her choice. When she arrived I could see she was uncertain of how to proceed and I interpreted this as an indication that she had now decided that she wished to continue her relationship with David, but was unsure how to tell me. I decided to take the lead.

"Bess, I can see that you are eager to say something but are uncertain of how to say it. Let me say one thing first and it may make it easier for you. If you like this man he must be special. Making you happy is all that is all that matters and if he does that I will gladly accept him as a stepfather."

"Oh, Ric, can you ever know how that makes me feel. Yes, David wants to marry me and he does realize how it will affect both your and his daughter's life. I met her this evening. Her name is Eve. A very pleasant and highly intelligent young lady, who is not at all dismayed at the possibility of gaining a new stepbrother. Our life together these past several months has made me realize that I do need a man in my life; to love and be loved, to comfort and be comforted, to live with and grow old with and David is this man. We are both concerned about our children and we accept that they will always be important to us, but the time will inevitably arrive when you and she will meet that special someone who will change you lives and the knowledge that we will not impose any burden on you is an important factor."
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Sunday Afternoon April 17th 2011 -- By the pool at Dad's house

"Your old man was checking me out."

I looked up from my computer screen to catch my best friend Nikki's smirk.

"He was trying to see these," she continued as she rolled onto her side.

"WHAAAAT!" http://www.porncc.org/dad-two-little-earth-day-darlings-t180668.htmlI screeched as the meaning of her words finally registered. I quickly looked back towards the house.

"My beautiful full, ripe, eighteen year old, teenage tits," she added with a leer as she cupped one of her breasts in her right hand. I watched as she tweaked a nipple.

"Don't! He'll see," I warned as I checked again for any movement from the house.

"He wants to suck them..."

"You are such a SLUT! That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."

"I think he wants to put his big cock between them."

"Shut up! He'll hear," I hissed back as I checked the open patio doors again.

"Spray his thick, baby making cream all over them."

"What is wrong with you today?" I demanded but couldn't keep the grin off my lips. I sorta knew what was wrong with Nikki. She was clearly getting tired of her current boyfriend. Something I was suffering from too. We were both horny!

"Then he'd bring his still spurting cockhead to his daughter's best friend's lips and make me lick-"

"Sicko. Dream on. And why would he want you when he's got the wonderful Carmen." My words even sounded feeble to me. The Nickster knew that dad's current girlfriend was not my favourite person.

"She's a cow!"

"Her breasts are bigger than yours."

"Bigger than yours maybe," Nikki countered. The truth was that Carmen, although only twenty-two, was decidedly curvaceous in a way that neither I nor Nikki could ever compete with. But she was a cow! I just didn't know how true my words were when I spoke them.

That is not to say that there was something wrong with my breasts. In fact, if I do say so myself...

****

I loved Nicole Taylor Hill more than anyone else in the world. And the feelings were reciprocated. I'd met her the day after we moved into our new house. I'd been five years old that day. And as it turned out I was exactly seven days older than she was.

We became a bonded pair almost immediately. Closer than sisters, we constantly flitted between my house and hers. We each grew up with two sets of parents.

When my parents told me they were divorcing (I was twelve years old!) I cried for like three days straight. Nikki had her arm around me the whole time. Without her I just might have killed myself.

And it was she who finally managed to effect the reconciliation between my father and me. I'd hated him when it had happened. Blamed him completely. I'd refused to talk to him even though he still lived in the neighbourhood. Through it all Nikki had kept in touch with him. And, for what was supposed to have been my fourteenth birthday party, a fancy restaurant meal with just the two of us, she'd invited my father.

"I figured it was about time ... that you'd finally started to grow up," she said when I'd later asked her what the hell she'd been doing playing around with my life like that. There was no one else in my world that I'd have let get away with something like that!

Of course there was a big scene at the restaurant. I cried. My father held me in his arms. I cried some more. Nikki cried. Daddy cried. And the three of us spent most of the night talking.

Like everything didn't just change overnight! I still had issues with the whole breakup thing. But even my mom was happy I was back communicating with my father. Over the next six months we went from occasional dinners to weekend visits (with Nikki there at my side) to finally my deciding (agreeing?) to try living one week with mom followed by one week with dad. I think we all liked the change. Dad got his daughter back. Mom got some free time with her boyfriends. And I soon discovered that there are certain advantages for a fifteen or sixteen or seventeen year old girl in having two homes a mile and a half apart. I quickly learned that it was easy to say (and confusing for my parents) 'Oh sorry, I was at dad's (or mom's as the case might be) ... I thought you knew', whenever questions about my whereabouts arose.

And so I slowly fell back in love with him. As a father...

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"So, what gives?" I asked after her giggles had tapered off.

"Hand me my computer," she answered as she swung her legs over the side of the chaise lounge and sat up. Her bare breasts jiggled as she moved.

"Cover them up you ninny," I said as I reached for her bikini top.

"He's not watching."

"He might be," I answered as I held out her skimpy top. She ignored me as she placed her laptop, a Toshiba with a ten inch screen, on her lap. Her boyfriend certainly didn't have a ten inch...

"Do you know what I think he's doing right now?" Nikki asked.

"He said he was going to change into his bathing suit and then make us our banana splits," I answered. "C'mon, he'll be back in a sec," I pled as I tried to hand her the bra top again.

"He's masturbating," my friend said. "He's in the kitchen right now ... watching me ... with his bathing suit around his ankles ... with his hand wrapped around his huge cock-"

"Shut up," I ordered.

"And just guess where he's going to spray his spurting love juice? All over the bananas. Even on yours." I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped from my lips. "He wants both of us to eat his sperm."

"You are such a sick slut," I accused even as the vision of a huge, spurting cock filled my mind. Daddy's cock? Yuck!

"What do you see anyway?" Nikki asked as she turned her computer screen towards me.

"Duh!" It was a picture I'd taken of Nikki and her boyfriend Danny a week earlier. They were both in their bathing suits and were standing ten feet from the spot where we were sitting now.

"And this?" she asked as clicked open another picture. It was one of my boyfriend and me that had been taken the same day.

"Nikki!" I was getting pissed at her. Dad was going to reappear in seconds and she was still flashing her boobs.

"And this one?" she asked, ignoring my protest completely. It was a picture of dad standing between our two boyfriends.

"What?" I finally asked.

"Describe them."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I glanced back towards the house.

"Don't worry about your daddy. With a cock as big as his he'll be busy for a long time."

"You don't know he has a big cock." I stamped my bare foot in anger as I said it.

"Describe them!" she insisted as she held out her computer towards me. I said nothing as I studied the picture.

"Well, who's the best looking?" she finally demanded, then uttered a string of questions before I could answer the first.

"The sexiest?

"Who's the only man in the picture?

"Who has hair on his chest?

"Who's the tallest?

"Who would be the best in bed?

"Which of the three has the biggest cock?

"The hardest one?

"Who could deliver the biggest load?"

Nikki's questions came staccato like, fired one after the other.

"That's not fair. Greg's cute ... and sexy ... and fun ... and-"

"Answer my questions!"

"But--"

"Your father has a bigger one than either Greg or Danny," Nikki said authoritatively.

"You don't know that," I denied even while I acknowledged it silently to myself. Greg and Danny might be cute eighteen year olds but when placed on either side of dad like they were in the picture the answer to every one of Nikki's questions was obvious. Dad was a clear winner. He was a man standing between two boys. But that didn't mean...

I heard the patio's screen door slide open as I mused on the picture in front of me. "Put this on," I begged as I held out Nikki's top to http://www.porncc.org/porn-forum-charming-lesbian-girls-play-t294269.html her.

The small triangles of yellow cloth were sorta covering Nikki's breasts, at least her nipples, when my father, laden with a tray carrying two banana splits, two cokes and a beer for him, arrived poolside.

"My top came undone Mister McIntosh," Nikki said huskily as she held the cloth against her boobs. "Hurry up and do it up you doofus," she ordered me, said in a tone that made it sound as if it was somehow my fault that her breasts were spilling out of her suit.

And as I snapped her top shut I couldn't help but see that daddy's eyes had drifted down and were latched onto Nikki's bosom. And, although I didn't see it, I'm pretty sure that for just a second she'd let the top drop just enough to give my dad a glimpse of a straining pink nipple. I knew it had been straining because by the time we all got sitting back down again both of Nikki's nipples were clearly pushing through the thin material that attempted to encase her breasts. SLUT!

And while eating the banana split I couldn't get the image of daddy's penis spurting out a thick line of cream down each side of the banana I was eating. And, even though I knew the idea was preposterous, the banana split did seem to leave a peculiar aftertaste. But it had tasted so good going down.

Sunday - Night

"Hi. Watcha doing?" I asked as I walked into dad's study. I was wearing a satin robe over my PJ's and was drying my hair. The TV was on and he was holding a laptop on his lap.

"What are you doing home so early sweetie?" dad asked back. "I didn't hear you come in." He couldn't hide the fact that besides being surprised he was also happy to see me. He patted the spot next to him and I dutifully plopped down next to him on the sofa.

"Greg had a headache, he always seems to have one these days," I answered with a pout as I nestled against his body. Oh my gawd, did I really say that I asked myself silently. A little grin appeared on dad's lips. "Boys are weird," I added quickly.

"I suppose we are," dad agreed as he put his arm around me. I couldn't help but remember Nikki's questions from the afternoon as I was engulfed in dad's hug. I'd never felt quite this warm or protected with any of my boyfriends.

"Do you like Greg daddy?" I asked softly.

It took a second before dad answered. "Yeah, he's an okay guy," he finally conceded tentatively.

"What if he asked you if he could marry me?"

"WHAAAAAAT! You're not--"

"Of course not. I just wondered what you'd say," I answered with a shy grin.

"Do you love him?"

Surprisingly it was an easy answer and slipped out without thought. "Uh uh. It's like he's suddenly too young for me. I'm sorta looking forward to not having a boyfriend. Nikki feels the same way about Danny. We can't wait til next fall."

"You're lucky Emily ... so darn lucky honey," dad finally said as he gave me a loving squeeze. "University ... new friends ... experiences ... they'll be the best years of your life."

"I'll miss you and mom."

"For two days," dad said with a laugh. "Then you'll be so busy and having so much fun you'll forget to even call us."

"Never," I whispered.

"And you'll have every boy in the freshman class swooning at your feet."

"I want a man now," I said quietly.

"Oh don't worry, you'll find them," dad promised. "College men will look and seem different."

"I want someone like you".

"Hah! You don't want any old geezer like me."

"You're not that old. And you are going out with Caaarmen," I told my thirty-nine year old father. I couldn't keep the disapproval out of my voice as I said his young girlfriend's name so I quickly rushed on. "Anyway I've decided that my next boyfriend is going to be someone with hair on his chest."

"I'm not sure that should be your prime consideration when deciding which college man to date," dad answered, a smile on his lips.

"Nikki thinks it just might be the most important thing to look for in a man. She says that it's a sure sign of male virility."

"Does she?" Dad loved Nikki. But he was used to her schemes and bizarre ideas by now and so couldn't keep the tinge of exasperation out of his next words. "And what other wonderful words of wisdom have fallen from the lips of our lovely Miss Hall?"

"She likes your hairy chest especially," I answered with a smirk. Dad lifted his eyes to the heavens in response. I snuggled even closer to him.

"Somebody should have put her over his lap years ago and given her rear end a good tanning," dad said with fake seriousness.

"She'd probably love it if you were doing the spanking," I answered slyly. Gawd, I was flirting with my daddy! And I never, and I mean never, had thought of him that way before that day. Stupid Nikki and her bloody 'banana spermed split' I thought.

For the next few minutes neither of us said anything; nestled together we were both lost in our own thoughts. I finally reluctantly stirred. "I guess I better get to bed. School day tomorrow."

"Love you honey," my father said as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Me too daddy," I answered as I stood up and then stretched slowly. I was unconsciously displaying myself for my father and somehow knew it. What was I doing? Why? He was my father!

And yet I still couldn't stop the next words from slipping from my lips. "Hey, will you come and tuck me in tonight," I asked in a little girl's voice from the doorway.

There was a quick look of surprise on his face. Then indecision. Finally he said as he got to his feet, "Heck honey, I don't think you've asked me to do that in ten years." But then he quickly added, "You go do your teeth and jump into bed and I'll come in a few minutes."

He was my father for crying out loud. But my body, encased only in a thin covering of pink silk, my favourite pair of pajamas, was trembling from head to toe when my father tentatively tapped on my bedroom door five minutes later.

"You decent?" he asked as he slowly came through the door. My bedside lamp was on. Only a thin sheet covered me. Oh my gawd. Dad was in his pj's!

"Of course I am," I answered as he sat down on the edge of my bed. I pulled myself up and sat up against the headboard. The sheet slipped to my waist. My nipples were tingling under their thin covering.

"Remember when I used to sleep with you and mom whenever there was a thunderstorm," I started.

Dad laughed at the memory. "You were about four or five at the time. We knew you'd eventually outgrow it."

"Hah! I never did, I'm still afraid of them. I remember the night you told me I couldn't sleep with you and mom anymore. I was seven," I said as I slid down from my sitting position and under the sheet. "I was soooo scared," I told my father as I peeked out from under the sheet. "I was crying." I saw in his eyes as I spoke that dad too now remembered the night. "You came into my bedroom ... and crawled under the covers on my little bed and held me while the thunder roared. You stayed all night," I remembered even as I lifted the sheet and invited my father in.

"There's no thunder tonight," he whispered even as he slipped in next to me.

"The weather guy on Channel 4 said there might be some later," I said in my best innocent little girl's voice as I snuggled up against him. It was a teensy lie -- I hadn't seen the weather cast that night. But it might have been true.

My father shouldn't have stayed that night. Mind you I shouldn't have invited him in the first place. But as I lay in the dark an hour later, still awake while he snored in his sleep, I easily rationalized it. He's my father. There's nothing wrong with sleeping together. I mean this had nothing to do with sex I told myself. What kind of stupid idea was that! Eventually I fell asleep...

...and slept peacefully and innocently until about 4:17 in the morning. I know it was exactly 4:17 because when I drowsily awakened I found myself lying on my side and facing the bright red digital numbers of my alarm clock. I watched the numbers for about fifteen seconds before I almost fell off the bed in panic. SOMEONES IN MY BED my brain screamed in terror. Oh my gawd ... a RAPIST? Does he have a gun? Is that what's poking into my back? Just milliseconds before letting out a blood curdling scream I remembered. Daddy?

I turned over and faced him. Panic subsided as I made out the features of my father in the dim light. But something was still poking me. Just below my belly button. And suddenly it hit me what it was even before I looked. Slowly and quietly I leaned over and flicked on my bedside lamp to low. Daddy, his breathing deep and regular, didn't wake up. It was sticking out of the slit in his pajama bottoms. It was bigger than Greg's. Much bigger. Nikki had been more than right.

Don't look at it my mind ordered after I'd been watching it in an almost hypnotic trance for over a minute. DON'T TOUCH IT screamed through my brain as the fingers of my right hand involuntarily started inching towards the mesmerizing, ivory colored shaft as it bobbed in the dim light.

I didn't touch it! In fact I immediately turned off the light and moved my body to the extreme edge of my bed. And tried to sleep. Why did daddy have an erection? And how would it ever fit in someone? It took me over an hour to fall asleep again...

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"Wake up sleepyhead." I felt somebody shake my shoulder as the words http://www.porncc.org/dad-two-little-earth-day-darlings-t180668.html seeped into my still muddled brain. "It's almost eight." I identified dad's voice. I opened my eyes. Dad was standing by the side of my bed. He was doing up the buttons on one of his dress shirts. He had suit pants and xxx and socks already on.

"When did you get up? Why didn't you wake me?" I asked as I stretched my body sinuously. More unconscious displaying.

"If you hurry I'll give you a drive to school," he answered. "Five minutes ... c'mon, chop, chop," he said, a smile on his lips as he retreated from the room.

****

"You know daddy you're the first man I've ever spent the whole night in bed with," I told my father as he drove me towards school fifteen minutes later. The lunch he'd packed for Nikki and I was in my lap. I`d kept my eyes on the road in front of us as I`d talked.

"Well, it wasn't really--"

"Not even with Greg," I added, interrupting him. I glanced over. He clearly didn't know what to say.

And when we'd pulled up to the front of the school and I'd hopped out of the car I left him with one last thought. "It was really nice daddy, can we do it again tonight?" I skipped off before he could answer.

Monday -- School

I didn't tell Nikki what had happened the night before when we were in school that day. And I'd always told her everything. Of course I knew I eventually would but it just wasn't the right time.

Tell her I slept with my dad? That I'd felt his erection against my bum? That she'd been right about its size?

Mind you I did tell her that I'd told dad that she liked his hairy chest.

"You didn't! Please Ems, tell me you didn't say anything."

I smiled innocently back. "I told him you want him to put his big penis between your breasts and--"

"You are such a liar! And I thought you didn't know if he had a big cock or not."

"It's this big," I said as I held my hands more than a foot apart.

"Liar! And you called me a slut?"

Monday Night - Carmen's Story

I knew I wanted to sleep with daddy that second night. But I also knew that it was going to be tricky to negotiate it. Okay, once was just a dad and his daughter innocently sleeping together. But a second time? Not that it was sexual or anything. It could never be that. At least that's what I told myself. I decided I'd use Carmen as an excuse. I didn't know what I was letting myself in for.

I waited until dad had gone to bed. I had a shower. Put on a nightie. Yes, okay, it was a lace one. But I just wanted to have a talk with my dad. And besides, the night before had been the first time in my whole life that I'd actually spent a whole night in a man's bed. You sleep much better when you're nestled up against someone I rationalised as I walked down the hallway to his master suite. Unless of course you're getting poked!


"Daddy?" I whispered into the dark bedroom. I was standing next to my father's bed. It was a king size bed!

"Emily?"

"Can we talk?"

"Is there something wrong honey?" my father asked in a worried tone as he clicked on the bedside lamp. He wasn't wearing his pajama top. I sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Can I ask you about Carmen?"

"Carmen?" I could see dad was confused.

"Why do you go out with her anyway?" I asked as I slipped under the sheet.

"I don't think--" he started.

"I don't think you should be dating her."

"You certainly haven't been very nice to her," daddy scolded.

"Hah! She's just a gold-digger," I scoffed.

"She's a lovely young lady," daddy corrected.

"I don't know why you go out with her ... she's like hardly older than Nikki or I." And then, before he could answer I added, "She's just a dumb blond with big..."

"She thinks you're nice," my father interrupted, his displeasure clear.

"Where'd you meet her anyway?" I wasn't planning on backing down. While I hadn't planned on our talk being so confrontational I couldn't stop myself.

"Where do you think I did?" dad asked.

I wanted to say he'd probably met her in some strip bar but I caught the words before they slipped out. "One of those divorcee, swingers bars?" I said instead.

My father started laughing. "Is that where you think your father hangs out? At swingers bars?"

"Well--" I started to redden.

"You're terrible," he accused. But I knew he wasn't really mad.

"That's http://www.porncc.org/porn-forum-charming-lesbian-girls-play-t294269.html what Nikki thinks anyway," I said, figuring I'd transfer some of the blame to my absent friend.

"For your information she came to my office as a client seeking help." Dad was a family lawyer.

I really didn't know that much about dad's girlfriend. He'd only been going with her the last three or four months and during the weeks I'd spent at his house he'd hardly ever brought her over.

"Why? Did she want to sue someone? Her plastic surgeon?" I asked cattily. Actually the few times I'd spent any time with her she'd been pretty nice to me. But in my opinion she was clearly too young and good looking for my father.

"She was pregnant," my father said softly.

"What?' Oh my gawd!"

"About six months along at the time she came to see me. She wanted me to arrange an adoption for her."

"Where was the father?"

"She wouldn't say at first. In fact she's never really told me everything. I've just got bits and pieces. But I think it was bad. A group of boys ... at a party."

"She was raped?" My worst nightmare!

"I think so. Something happened at a party. She'd had a lot to drink ... she thinks now maybe she was drugged."

Every bad thought I'd ever had about dad's girlfriend flew out the window the second I heard dad's words. Date rape echoed through my brain. "The bastards."

Dad slowly and softly started to talk. Rapt, I simply quietly listened with my mouth open. Carmen, through a series of bad decisions and bad luck had ended up in a small town about seventy miles down the road from our city. She'd had no family or friends in the town. She'd got a job as a cashier in a restaurant. As pretty as she was she'd soon attracted a lot of attention. She was twenty-one. Living alone for the first time. Naive. She was invited to a lot of parties. One Saturday morning she'd woken up in a room she didn't recognise. She was naked. There was sperm all over her legs and stomach. She was bruised and sore.

"Why didn't she report them" I finally asked. There were tears running down my cheeks.

"She was hung over. Worse than she'd ever been. She couldn't remember anything. Even days later, when all the physical evidence was gone she only had vague flashbacks of what happened. She thinks now that at least four and maybe five men raped her."

"They should be shot! Men are animals!" Dad put his arm around me.

My father had been righteously pissed off. Carmen had been over six months pregnant when she'd finally sought help from dad. She'd been living in a house for needy and unmarried pregnant women in our city. She had virtually nothing.

"Did you start going out with her right away? When she came to you for help." Dad shook his head no. He told me how he'd helped her find a temporary apartment. And a proper doctor. He hadn't charged her a dime. In fact he'd helped her with money.

"So she really had a baby? When?"

"It was far too late for an abortion by the time she came to see me ... and she'd never have had one even if there had been time. She doesn't believe in it."

"I don't think I could let a rapist's baby live," I conceded as I realized how hard it must have been for her.

"She knew she couldn't raise it herself. She knew that every time she saw her son she'd remember the rape that made him. She knew it wouldn't be fair to him."

"She had a son?" Dad nodded. "She let him be adopted?"

"Yes we found a home for him. It was a nice couple. They couldn't have children. They paid her medical bills and her living expenses for the last three months of her pregnancy. And then they gave her a chunk of money to help her get started over."

"She met them?"

"She absolutely refused to give her child away without knowing who the parents were going to be. She insisted on approving them."

"When did she have the baby?"

"Almost four months ago. But they shared him for the first month."

"Shared? I don't understand."

"She wanted to feed him."

"Feed? Breastfeed?" Dad nodded.

"Babies who aren't breastfed never do as well as those that are. She knew that. That was one of the terms of the adoption agreement."

"And I've been terrible to her. What a jerk I was."

"I visited her every day in the weeks after the birth. I'd xxx her feed her beautiful little baby."

"Poor Carmen."

"One day she fed me. That's when we started to go out."

"What?" Dad started to talk again. It was nearly three before we fell asleep. I hadn't thought of daddy's penis once during his tale. Nor did it poke me awake that night. I was thinking of Carmen's milk laden breasts. Of daddy's lips sucking at them.

Tuesday -- School

"She had a baby?" I'd just started to fill in Nikki on http://www.porncc.org/dad-two-little-earth-day-darlings-t180668.html the Carmen story daddy had told me the night before. I kept talking in spite of her question. We were in the cafeteria eating lunch.

"No wonder they're so big," she said when I got to the fact that she was still lactating. I saw the next question spring into my friend's eyes. But I forestalled it by telling her about the rape. She was as shocked as I'd been.

"What pricks," she hissed when I told her how the men had probably drugged her and then taken turns.

"Somebody should kill them," she said when I told her she'd woken bruised and broken in a strange apartment.

She listened quietly as I told her how she'd arrived months later at dad's office door. Of how he'd helped her. Of how daddy had helped arrange the adoption. Of the breastfeeding. Then I told her that Carmen was still lactating.

"Huh. I thought you said she gave the baby away three months ago?"

"There's another hungry baby," I told my friend.

"Another baby? Who?"

"Well how do you think she's paying daddy's bill?" I said conspiratorially.

"WHAAAAAAT!" Nikki screeched. I just smiled. "She lets your dad--" For a sec Nikki was at a loss for words. Which was very, very unusual.

"He sucks them," I finished for her.

"He can't!"

"Then they make love," I said.

"Your dad told you he sucks milk from Carmen's breasts and then he fucks her."

"He didn't say he fucked her."

"But isn't that unethical? I mean your dad is a member of the bar."

"He said it's okay to go out with a client once the case is finished. Anyway she's leaving town soon."
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