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The Winston Family Adventures Pt. 02

Ben Winston is a member of the Army Reserve Medical Corp and had been unexpectedly called to active duty. Catherine had to except a promotion to supervisor on the night shift in order to make ends meet. Ben’s mother volunteered to come and help Catherine and the children while Ben is away on deployment.

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A Little Older Now

Erotica is something I have a lot of fun with an something I don’t normally get to explore in the actual world of writing. It’s something that I have a lot of fun doing as a hobby and this type of stuff is kinda lacking on here.
Also the formatting and some stuff might seem a little off because I’ve been writing in Screenplay format for basically the past 8 months so my standard format is kinda off.
Enjoy! -W

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What If?

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Never in a Million Years Ch. 02

After mom had returned home, we went out shopping together where I was finally able to buy a few sets of new clothes, suitable enough for going out to dinner that evening in. We had dinner at a nice cozy, inexpensive Italian restaurant. And just as things had been whenever the three of us were together, all was perfectly natural and normal. Right up until the moment that mom excused herself to go into the “Ladies room,” as she called it. She had barely turned the corner when my Aunt swung in her seat towards me. We’d been sharing a semi-circular booth together. As she did that, she pulled one side of the cross-over blouse she was wearing, showing me the gap in the off-center V, which effectively bared one of her breasts. Once again, she had decided against wearing a bra, even with as large as her breasts were. Still firm enough to look enticing, even braless for as large as they were.
“Thought you’d enjoy seeing some titty…breast man,” she teased. I reached over giving her exposed nipple a gentle fingering. After all, the barriers which had once been there, were no longer there. “Naughty boy,” she teased as I did that.
“Naughty Aunt,” I retorted back at her, still flipping her nipple, a bit more firmly now…watching it fatten and harden. “Wish I was sucking it,” I added. Susan looked around, talking stock of any waitresses close by, or other customers that might be in a position to be looking our way.
“Go ahead…give it a little kiss,” she giggled hotly. I didn’t bother reconnoitering myself. I simply leaned over, capturing her fat nippled tit in my mouth, kissing, and then sucking it for a few moments until she finally forced my head away…reluctantly I might add. “God you’ve got me hot already!” She announced. “Here…feel this!” Taking my hand, she led it down between her legs, and though she was wearing panties, I could feel the heat and moisture coming through them. I so wanted to finger-fuck her right there, half tempted to do so. But that is when I looked up and saw mom heading back our way, though it gave me just enough time to lean over and whisper to her.
“I so want to lick that,” I said. She winked, and then mouthed the words even as mom slid in next to her.
“Maybe later.”
On the drive home, we talked about having a night cap together in the sitting room prior to going to bed. After we’d arrived, Susan suggested we all get comfortable first, mom already heading downstairs to change, Aunt Susan catching me at the stairs just before I headed upstairs to slip into something a bit more comfortable myself. “Wear your robe…and nothing else,” she told me. I looked at her questioningly. “Don’t worry…I’ll explain later,” she said, and then hurried downstairs to change herself.
I did as she asked, returning downstairs a short time later wearing only my somewhat short bathrobe, and then entered the kitchen area where I proceeded to uncork a bottle of wine. As I did that, sounds of conversation below reached my ears, so I stepped quietly over towards the door, and then took a few steps down until I could hear what was actually being said.
“He’ll never know,” Susan was saying. “Just go with it, the way I told you. You’ve never been much of a drinker in the past, so he’ll naturally assume that after a couple of drinks, and you feigning to be tired and a bit tipsy, that passing out on the couch will seem perfectly normal. Just don’t be too obvious about it, if I actually manage to coax him into doing anything.”
“What?” I thought, asking myself. “Doing anything? And with mom there pretending to be asleep?” Obviously, there was a lot going on I didn’t know about yet, but whatever it was…some aspect of mom’s being curious about me…and perhaps Susan, was part of that. “Well…three can play at that game,” I mused to myself, and then hurried back upstairs to the kitchen hearing the two of them as they padded down the hallway in their bare feet. Moments later, they were joining me in the sitting room where I had already poured everyone a nice large glass of wine. Mom was wearing the same bathrobe I had seen her in that morning, and I couldn’t help wondering if she…like me…was naked beneath it. I was already guessing that Susan was.
We had just finished the first bottle of wine, and I was about to suggest we open another one when Susan pointed over towards my mother. Mom had apparently gone into her “pass out” act there on the large-sized “L” shaped couch we’d been sitting on. She on the short side of it, with my Aunt and I sharing the longer side.
“I think your mother’s had enough. Been a long day for her anyway, and you know she’s never been much of a drinker.”
“Maybe I should help her downstairs,” I offered, knowing full well that would go directly against whatever scheme they’d come up with. Sure enough, Aunt Susan was quick to deny that.
“No…let her be for now, she’s sound asleep. Let her rest, we can help her downstairs later. Right now…I’m feeling very horny and naughty, and even more so with her actually sitting there,” she told me, only then undoing the sash on her robe, confirming what I’d been suspicious of all evening long, that she was indeed naked beneath it. Admittedly, I was enjoying this, especially seeing my Aunt totally and completely naked, not counting that time through the window, because she’d never really turned towards me at that time. Now, here she sat on the couch, turned towards me. And though still wearing her robe, it had fully parted of course. I now found myself looking at my Aunt’s pussy for the first time. Perhaps due to her age and personal preference, she still had a finely trimmed patch of pussy hair there between her legs. Neatly kept, and not at all unruly, telling me in an instant that she did at least keep it trimmed and edged by the looks of it. Surprisingly, I found it very arousing to look at, even though her lips remained somewhat concealed as she sat there. “Like what you see?” She asked.
I licked my lips, letting her know that I did as I boldly gazed at her.
“Still wanna lick it?” She asked, spreading herself just a little, enough so that I could finally see the pink glistening lips of her pussy inside.
“What about mom?” I asked glancing up in her direction, though she continued to lay there unmoving, eyes tightly closed.
“She’s out cold,” Susan assured me. “And besides, don’t you find it wickedly naughty…if not a bit dangerous to think about licking me with your own mother so close by?” I grinned at that, nodding my head. “I’ll keep an eye on her just the same, and warn you if she stirs, even a little.”
“Ok, but turn around here on the couch and face this way,” I informed her. “That way you can keep an eye on mom and warn me if she starts to wake up.” The thing was, I had another reason for doing that, something I am sure neither one of them had thought of or considered. Looking up, I could clearly see mom’s reflection in the fifty-inch TV which was hanging on the wall opposite her as I only then slid up between my Aunt’s out-stretched legs. “Warn me,” I asked again, glancing up, already noticing that mom had already shifted, and that her eyes were wide open. “This should be interesting,” I thought to myself. And was already thinking along the lines of something else a bit later. Like I said…three could play this game.
**
I now focused on my Aunt’s cunt however…now only inches away from my face as I positioned myself, taking delight in the pungent aroma of her musky scent. She was definitely aroused, her pink lips glistening with desire as I inched ever closer, only then lightly dipping the tip of my tongue inside her pussy as her hands came up, resting on the back of my head.
“Bet you never thought you’d ever be eating this cunt did you?” She asked, speaking a bit more loudly perhaps than she should have if she’d been truly worried about waking mom up. I took the opportunity for another glance upwards into the reflection of the TV. Sure enough, mom was leaning up just a little, affording herself a better vantage point in order to see by. But not only that, I now noticed her robe had opened, and sure enough, she was naked as well. One hand already down between her own legs.
“Fuck!” I thought to myself silently. “Mom’s playing with herself!” Though I was again immediately drawn back to my Aunt’s sweet looking pussy as I ran my tongue lovingly up and down her swollen puffy split.
“Oh God!” My aunt groaned, once again a little too loudly, which made me think, she was doing so on purpose so that mom was made well aware of just how good this was feeling as I continued to lap away at her slit, not yet even introducing my tongue to her clit which my fingers had already more fully exposed as I spread her even further apart. “Oh fuck…suck it John! Suck it! Suck my naughty clit!” She begged.
Interestingly enough, I felt perspiration forming on my brow. With the robe I had on, it was actually getting unbearably hot. I sat up, once again taking a quick brief glance into the TV. I had to force myself to keep from smiling as I saw mom dive back down into the couch, retaking her position, eyes closed, though her hand had in fact remained down between her legs even as she did that. “You keep an eye out,” I said again, allowing my robe to fall down behind me. “I can only imagine what she might think if she were to wake up and find her own son, licking his Aunt’s pussy,” I stated, also not quite whispering, and loud enough to have been heard. Susan chuckled at that.
“You might be surprised,” she told me.
“Indeed I might,” I answered back, and then reached up in order to surround her big fat tits with my hands so I could play with those while running my tongue back and forth across the dance floor of my Aunt Susan’s clit.
“God that’s nasty!” She exclaimed. “I so love having my pussy licked.”
“I bet you do,” I said to myself. Almost asking her if she enjoyed it as much as the way mom ate her. Tempted to…though I didn’t. Not yet anyway. This little game they were both playing was turning out to be quite interesting, and I was now curious to see just how far they would take it, and just how far I in turn could exploit it to my own amusements. And I now knew of course, that mom would have a perfect view of my ass and dangling balls as I knelt over my Aunt’s cunt slightly, licking and teasing her all the while kneading those magnificent tits of hers.
Surprising myself, I was half wishing that I was doing the same thing to mom. Perhaps in time I would be! But right now, I had my Aunt’s sweet cunt in front of me, and had every intention of enjoying it to the fullest extent as I finally drew her hard precious clit in between my lips, now gently sucking and pulling on it as she lifted her ass slightly, meeting me…thrusting and mashing herself against my face.
She was a hell of a lot closer than I imagined she would be, but was determined to draw this out for as long as I possibly could, even backing off a little though she almost chased me with her cunt. “Please…please, lick it John, lick it. Lick that little fucker and make me cum!” She pleaded.
“Only if you promise…” I teased, once more ever so lightly tickling her little nub of pleasure with the tip of my tongue.
“Promise what?” She asked breathlessly, ready to promise me the world if I asked it by the sounds of it.
“That you’ll let me squirt all over your tits and face afterwards,” I said. I wondered then what mom would think, seeing me doing that to her very own sister.
“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Whatever you want baby!” Susan squealed with delight. “You can squirt wherever you want to. Cover me from head to toe in your hot naughty cum-juice!” She almost cried out, aroused beyond measure as I once more captured her clit in between my lips, one hand dropping down between her legs now where I added one, and then two fingers…working that soft spongy magical place just inside her pussy. “Oh my God! What are you…what are you…doing?” She moaned once more thrusting up against me as I worked that special little spot, gently chewing her clit, feeling her tense up suddenly.
I wondered.
“Oh my God!” She actually did cry out then, loud enough to have awoken the dead, uncaring if she did as she suddenly exploded beneath me. And sure enough, as I had hoped, as I had learned and found out a lot of women could do…she squirted! Not a lot, but enough that it even surprised her. She obviously had never done that before, and told me so the following day. At the moment however, I was now lapping away at the sweet sprinkle of female cum-juice that was making these tiny little spritzers of sweet tasting spray against my face.
And I swore…I heard a small groan of pleasure come from mom’s side of the room as I did that.
**
And now true to her word, after she had climaxed so wonderfully, I slithered up her torso, straddling her tummy. Rock hard and horny, and in dire need of releasing what I knew was going to be a sizeable load all over those pretty tits and face. And my Aunt was waiting for it as I sat there, jacking myself.
“Yes baby, yes. Work that naughty cock for me, jack it…jack it John. Make it squirt. Make it shoot all over these tits,” she said holding them up for me like a target, likewise opening her mouth, running her tongue around her lips quite lewdly. “Squirt it in my mouth baby…shoot it right inside my mouth, let me taste you…again,” she added, which once again nearly made me smile. Obviously…they had talked. And obviously, mom was well aware of what must have happened in the bathroom earlier. And even as I prepared to shoot off all over my Aunt, I knew the night was far from being finished yet, if I had my way.
“Here it cums you naughty horny cunt,” I told her, knowing full well how hot talking dirty to her got to her. By the look in her face I could see that it did as she left off her breasts, hands diving down between her legs now, one hand reaching for my cock. I pulled back however, wanting to spray her myself, preferring to watch her make herself cum now, as I did. Telling her so. “Work that cunt you naughty fucking bitch!” I told her. “Come on, play with it, spank it…slap it. Make yourself cum. I’m going to shoot my hot nasty juice all over those pretty titties of yours, and that nasty looking pussy! Here it comes Susan, you ready?”
“Oh fuck baby…yes! Yes!” She cried out actually slapping her cunt. A quick glimpse into the reflection of the TV likewise confirmed that mom too was frigging her own pussy furiously, watching…obviously listening to the two of us. Just the thought of her doing so, as my prick began to launch several streamers of hot sticky semen over my Aunt’s body and face was enough to intensify the orgasm as I stood there jacking my cock off against her. “Oh wow baby…wow!” Aunt Susan exclaimed breathlessly having climaxed simultaneously as I did. Now massaging in my torrent of cream into her breasts, I began to turn, noticing as I did that mom had once more settled back into her previous position, feigning having passed out earlier. I walked over towards her, cock still semi-erect, sticking out as I stood there next to her looking down.
“You’re certainly right about one thing…” I began glancing back towards my Aunt once more, who was now looking at me with a slightly worried expression on her face.
“What…what’s that?” She hesitated.
“Doing this in front of her, though she’s obviously out cold, certainly did add an element of dangerous excitement. I wonder what would have happened had she woke up and saw us?” I asked.
“Oh yes…well. I’m sure she would have been a little shocked and surprised yes. Not too terribly upset perhaps, she is after all a woman with the same needs and desires as any women has. Especially after having gone so long without having a man. But you being her son and all, probably would have been a bit unnerving for her.”
I stood looking at my mother, smiling to myself. Her eyes tightly closed, trying to calmly control her breathing though I couldn’t help but notice a bead of perspiration on her brow. This ruse she and my Aunt were trying to pull on me was almost comical. And it was now time to have a little fun with it at their expense. I reached down, pulling one side of my mother’s robe open just enough to expose her breast.
“John! What are you doing? You’ll wake her up!” My Aunt warned.
“I doubt it,” I responded back. “If she didn’t wake up while we were doing all that, I seriously doubt she’ll even be remotely aware I’m stealing a peek at her tits. I’ve always wondered what they look like, especially now. And since I have the chance, might as well take it,” I said candidly giving my Aunt a wicked smile, and then reaching down to completely undo the sash on my mother’s robe, peeling that back so as to expose her fully and completely.
“You…you’ve thought about what your mother’s tits looked like?” Susan asked curiously.
“Of course, you and her. For years growing up, I admittedly harbored a few fantasies about the two of you. Don’t most horny teenage boys do things like that? Especially with a mother and Aunt who are both sexy and attractive? Well anyway, I did. And since we’re already being naughty here…what’s it hurt for me to take a peek at my own mother, knowing she’ll never know I did…unless you tell her of course.” By now I could see what appeared to be goose bumps gathering, not to mention her nipples crinkling up a bit more than they already had been. Her arousal was obvious, even if she was trying to pretend it wasn’t. I decided to get a bit bolder, now reaching out to actually finger one of them, flipping that hard erect nipple lightly.
“John!” Susan spoke, once again warning me, now whispering…which again was almost funny. “Don’t…you’ll wake her up for sure doing that!” I was starting to get hard again, which Susan now noticed, especially as I now rubbed the head of my prick against one of my mother’s breasts, enjoying the clear trail of lubricant I began spreading against one of them.
“Nah, she’s really out. Never was much of a drinker, I bet I could almost fuck her and she’d never even wake up then.” I jokingly teased, seeing the worried look in my Aunt’s face that I might actually try it.
“You…you wouldn’t would you?” She asked.
“No, not like this…not this way,” I said surprising her. “I would never fuck my mother against her will. She’d have to come right out and tell me that’s what she wanted to. If she were to ever do that, then I certainly would…no doubt about it!” I turned to look at my Aunt once more. She was cupping and fingering one of her breasts, obviously becoming aroused again herself watching me, hearing what I’d just said. “Admittedly, I’m getting aroused again, looking at my own mother, as well as you. Wondering…”
“Wondering what?”
“You know…you two. Growing up together. Did the two of you ever fool around?”
“Fool around?”
“Yeah, you know…masturbate, play with one another, that sort of stuff.” My cock was nice and hard again as I walked back over towards my Aunt, figuring I’d give poor mom a chance to quietly collect herself, though I had made no effort to close her robe again, leaving her fully exposed now. My Aunt’s gaze of course, once more back on my cock as I began rubbing it against her cheeks as well as along her lips as she tried to speak.
“Well yes…I guess we did a few times. You know, curiosity and all that, growing up…just learning about sex and all that.”
“Tell me about it,” I urged her, now reaching down to capture one of her hard nipples, pinching and pulling on it almost cruelly. “I want to hear!”
“Well, even though there was two years between us, we seemed to develop almost at the same time, so it sort of began with the two of us making comparison about the way our breasts were developing, taking in those differences…things like that, and then it sort of escalated from there over the years.”
All credits to Many Feathers-original writer.Prince Leon.Plz do read Part3&4 too.

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I Give My Niece A Ride

I Give My Niece A Ride
It was 10:00 P.M. on Saturday night when the phone rang. We, or rather my wife, were watching a real tearjerker on cable. I was in the same room but my mind had drifted off when the sound of the phone brought me back to reality. I got up to answer the phone while my wife looked up with a mixture of annoyance and concern on her still pretty face. I didn’t recognize the number from the caller i.d.
“Hello” I said into the receiver. I could hear crowd noise on the other end of the line.
“Uncle Mark hello can you hear me? It’s Jessica” came the voice in my ear. Jessica was my older brother’s teenaged daughter who I had last seen a month ago at a cousins’ sweet sixteen party.
“Hey Jess, how are you doing, is everything ok?” I asked. My wife gave me a quizzical look on hearing who I was talking to. I just shrugged my shoulders to her and walked further from the TV so I could hear better.
“Well everything isn’t great right now. Remember at the party last month you said that we were always welcome at your house, no invitation necessary. Well what about right now?” she said in a shaky voice.
I had told Jess and her brother as well as their parents that my door was always open to them whenever they were in the city. My brother and his wife had moved their family to a small town around seventy miles from the city ten years ago when their kids were starting to get older. They did it to keep them from bad influences and give them a good quality of life. I greatly respected what they did because they continued to work in the city and had to deal with a long commute in order to protect their children.
“Of course right now is fine” I answered in a low voice “but tell me what’s going on. Are you in trouble, do you need help?”
“I’m not in trouble, I’m trying to stay out of it by coming over. I’m going to take a taxi there ok?” Jessica said.
“Do you need me to come get you?” I said concerned.
“No I’ll be fine, see you soon. Thanks and I love you.” then the line went dead.
“Well what was that all about?” my wife said as I returned the phone to the cradle.
“Jessica will be coming over tonight. Something’s wrong but I’m not sure what.”
“Oh great, on Saturday. I wish it were on another night” she said grimacing. I smiled helplessly though I knew where Diane was coming from. We had been married many years and we had fallen into a bit of a routine. Saturday night was always our night and though the frequency of our lovemaking had diminished we made sure that no matter the situation we would make love on that night each week.
“Maybe she won’t be staying the night” I said though I didn’t believe it.
“Calling this time of night, what are the chances of that” she answered “well I don’t care. One way or another I plan on getting some action.”
I leaned down and kissed her. “I love you hon, things will be fine I’m sure. No need to worry.”
In around a half hour the doorbell rang. I answered it and saw my niece standing on the front steps. She was dressed for clubbing with a tiny tank top and short skirt which showed off her long, slim legs to best effect. The high heels Jess had on only accentuated this. She was wearing more makeup than I was used to and her long brown hair was flowing free. Jessica stepped in the door and gave me a big hug. I could smell the combination of her shampoo, perfume and youthful sweat on her. After breaking the hug she went to the couch and greeted my wife. I sat on the chair next to the couch and turned to Jessica in expectation.
“First of all let me thank you guys for letting me come over like this with no warning. I really appreciate it” she began.
“Our pleasure, think nothing of it” Diane answered though her cheerful tone sounded forced. Jessica seemed to notice this and momentarily paused before speaking.
“I’m sorry again but I didn’t know where else to turn. I came to the city with my friend Lindsay and we went clubbing. But at the last club we were at she met some guys and wanted to go to some private party with them and I didn’t. They were a little aggressive and I didn’t trust them but Lindsay wouldn’t listen to me and said she was going. Since she was my ride I was stranded if I didn’t go with her but you should go with your instincts.”
I saw Diane’s face soften and she stood and hugged Jessica.
“You did the right thing honey” she said “I hope your friend will be alright.”
“She promised to keep in touch with me and the girl can take care of herself. Plus she is a little wild if you catch my meaning but she’s really a good person. I can only wait to hear from her.”
“Well you can only wait now I guess. You can spend the night here. How are you going to get home though?” I asked.
“I haven’t even thought about that yet. One day or in this case night at a time” she said with a giggle.
“Well I think I’m going to lie down, I have such a headache” Diane said while giving me a stealthy glance “Mark why don’t you get some linen for the couch so Jess can settle in.”
I followed my wife upstairs where she took sheets, a pillow and pillowcase and a light blanket from the hall closet and handed them to me. She kissed me and whispered “Don’t take long”.
I went downstairs and quickly made up the couch for Jessica.
“Feel free to have anything in the fridge” I told her.
“Thanks Uncle Mark” she answered “I may watch TV for a while but I’ll keep the sound low. I’m just not sleepy yet. Can I ask you for a favor? I don’t have anything to sleep in and these clothes aren’t the best for that.”
“Maybe Diane has something” I thought aloud.
“You don’t have to bother her. If you just have an old shirt of yours that should be good. At home I usually use my dad’s old shirts to sleep in.”
I found her a shirt of mine that was folded in a laundry basket by the washing machine and handed it to her as she sat on the couch. I leaned down to kiss her goodnight on her cheek. Just as I did she turned so my lips hit hers. I could faintly taste alcohol on my teenaged niece’s mouth. When my lips met hers she eagerly kissed me back with passion it seemed. I quickly pulled back.
“Good night Jess and what is that I smell on your breath?” I asked.
“I just had two drinks” Jess answered sheepishly “I hope you won’t tell on me.”
I shook my head and turned to go.
“Aunt Diane is so lucky. Not only are you good looking, you have a really cute butt” Jess said.
I turned back to her. “You shouldn’t notice that especially because I’m your uncle.”
“Sorry I still have eyes, good night Uncle Mark” she said with a twinkle in her brown eyes.
When I reached my bedroom Diane was under the covers and the only light was from a bedside table lamp. I closed the door and got undressed. I normally sleep in a pair of lounge pants but as I wasn’t going to sleep yet I slipped under the covers nude. I reached over and embraced Diane and we began to kiss. Within a few minutes things had heated up. My hand had made its way between her naked thighs and was stroking her sex. Diane gets wet quickly and I was able to slip my middle finger inside her while continuing to rub her mound with the rest of my hand.
The more aroused she became the louder she reacted. When I delivered a love bite to her neck Diane gasped and I felt her shudder from her first orgasm. Her hand reached down and gripped my erection and she tried to pull me on top of her but I had other plans first. I twisted my body and burrowed under the covers heading between her thighs by feel. I pushed her thighs farther apart and by instinct I licked her wet slit causing her to tremble. I adjusted my head to where my tongue could flick her clit and I soon had her on the edge again. When I slid a finger inside her wetness Diane bucked violently and moaned. She tossed the covers off us and pulled me by my hair away from her.
“Mark I need you in me now” she demanded.
I knelt between her legs and guided my six and a half inch erection between her lips. She moaned loudly as I penetrated her. I began to slowly and rhythmically fuck her, going in all the way before pulling back. I tried to stay in control so I could last as long as possible, as well as to make less noise than I would have otherwise. I was very conscious of the fact my eighteen year old niece was in the room directly under us. Diane had a different idea as she grabbed hold of my ass with both hands.
“Faster baby I want it faster” she hissed.
I increased my speed with her hands eagerly pulling on me. As I continued my thrusting Diane’s moans became louder and more frequent. I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her lovingly. After a few minutes of this she broke our kiss.
“Roll onto your back Mark I want to ride you” she said insistently. I withdrew and positioned myself on my back. Diane straddled me and guided my hardness back inside. She groaned in delight as her pubic bone collided with me and she began to ride me hard. Diane put her hands on my muscled chest and bounced up and down on my erection. A look of pleasure in her eyes told me she was once again getting close as I saw sweat roll down her face. I don’t know why, but at that moment I thought of Jessica on the couch beneath us and it turned me on. I began to pump up into Diane, our bodies crashing together like surf and sand. I held her waist as I drove my length fully in her as hard as I could.
“Oh yes Mark, don’t stop baby, faster baby” she cried out before her orgasm overcame her and her head sank to my chest. I thrust all the way in one more time before I joined Diane in bliss, my cum shooting deep inside her. We stayed that way a couple of minutes recovering. Finally she rolled off me onto her back. I leaned in and kissed her.
“I love you” I said.
“You know I feel the same” Diane replied.
The next morning I woke up early as I usually did and headed for a shower. Diane was sleeping with a peaceful look on her face. She normally slept late on Sunday so I didn’t disturb her. After my shower I was shaving with a towel wrapped around my waist when I heard the door open. Thinking it was Diane I said “Good morning babe.”
I was shocked when I heard Jessica say “Morning Uncle Mark, I’m sorry I didn’t realize anyone was in here but I really have to pee.”
With the door closed and the light on that seemed far fetched but I turned to leave so she could go.
“I see you haven’t missed time at the gym lately” Jess said as I squeezed past her.
“Don’t worry about that, just hurry up” I told her as she closed the door. While waiting my mind pictured how Jess looked wearing my t-shirt. It was old and thin and her baseball sized breasts had strained against the material plainly revealing the shape of her nipples. Plus the shirt was barely long enough to reach the top of her legs. Stop what you’re thinking I told myself. She’s your niece, only a teenager and your wife is sleeping down the hall besides. Logically that was correct but my little head doesn’t think, it only reacts. And right now it was reacting to the stimuli of a nubile teenage body. In spite of my efforts blood was flowing to my groin. I heard the toilet flush and then the water running at the sink. Then the door opened and glorious Jessica emerged.
“Do you want me” Jessica said and paused a moment before continuing “to make some coffee?”
While she said this I could swear that she glanced at my towel covered lower half and my semi-erection.
“Yes Jess if you don’t mind. I’ll be down in a minute” I answered in a hoarse whisper.
When she brushed past me her hand made contact with my groin for a fleeting moment. As she headed to the stairs I couldn’t help watching her ass wiggle as she walked. When she reached the top, Jess turned back and saw me looking. She gave a dazzling smile before disappearing. I returned to the bathroom to finish shaving. I managed to nick myself as my concentration was shot due to my thoughts swirling around my brain. I was attracted to my niece and unless I was totally reading things wrong she felt the same. I put on lounge pants and a wife beater and headed downstairs where I already smelled coffee. Jessica was standing by the counter when I walked in the kitchen. She began to pour a cup of coffee.
“Uncle Mark you take your coffee black, right?” she asked me.
“That’s right you remembered.”
“Sit down and I’ll bring you the coffee” she said sweetly.
I sat down at the kitchen table and Jess placed the steaming cup in front of me.
“So what are your plans?” I asked trying to keep my mind on business not on her hot little body.
“I haven’t heard from Lindsay yet. I guess I could call my parents and beg them to come get me. They’ll probably get mad but what other choice is there” she said with a pleading look at me.
“I guess I could drive you if you’re ready quickly and before all the idiots are on the road” I answered.
Jessica squealed and leaned down and hugged me around my neck. As she did her firm round breasts pressed against my face which was a pleasant feeling I must admit.
“Uncle Mark you are the best ever. Have I told you that before? Can I finish my coffee first and then shower?” she asked excitedly.
“Yes to all questions, but hurry” was my reply. She sauntered across the room and picked up her coffee.
“Uncle Mark do you remember when I was little and you would pick me up and swing me in the air until I was dizzy?”
“Yes I do” I said recalling that time fondly.
“And do you remember us watching scary movies and I would get so afraid I would have to sit on your lap and keep my eyes tightly shut?”
I just nodded at her. Jessica put her cup on the table and without warning sat down on my lap and put her arms around my neck. She looked in my eyes and began squirming her ass around as if she was trying to get comfortable.
“Sometimes I miss those days” she said seriously before smiling and squirming some more, sending signals from my cock to my brain and all points in between. “Am I too heavy Uncle Mark, am I crushing you?”
“No sweetie you’re not crushing me but I don’t know if you should be sitting on my lap.”
“Because I’m giving you a hard on “she said with a face that wouldn’t melt butter. Of course she was right about that. My cock was straining against my pants to get at her but instead I feigned indignation.
“Jessica where do you get such ideas, to accuse your uncle like that.”
“Well since its poking me in my butt as well as another place would be where. Plus I do have a boyfriend, even though he goes to school all the way in California, so I do know about these things. But it feels good especially to my other place” she said with a giggle.
“Stop Jessica you’re being bad” I replied trying to sound stern though I just wanted to shower her with kisses.
She squirmed some more, positioning herself so that she was no longer directly on my cock. Instead with it no longer held down it rose up between her legs.
“Uncle Mark I’m not bad, I’m a good girl and if you let me I’ll show you how good. Besides you’re the one being bad.”
After saying this she reached down and grabbed my erection through my pants making me shudder. I had to stop things before they went any further. I tried to lift Jessica off my lap but she resisted and my hand which had been on her waist slipped to her ass. In our mini struggle the t-shirt raised up and I found my hand in contact with her bare ass cheek because like many girls today Jessica wore a thong.
“Oh Uncle Mark” she squealed and clung to my neck tighter.
I stood quickly displacing her and disentangled her limbs from me. I held her at arms length while I regained my composure.
“Jessica stop this now. Take your shower, get a towel from the hall closet first and no more playing around.”
She pouted at me but did as I said heading upstairs to shower. When I heard the water running I went to my bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt. I sat on the bed and gently shook Diane. She woke up with a sleepy look on her face.
“What is it honey?” she asked.
“I’m going to give Jessica a ride home. She hasn’t heard from her friend yet. If we leave now I should be home by early afternoon in time to watch the game.”
“You and your sports. Ok honey drive carefully. Tell Jess bye from me.”
“I will” I answered before kissing her goodbye. As I left the room she had already turned on her side away from the sunlight filtering in through a window. I was waiting downstairs when Jessica came down. She was wearing her outfit from the night before but her long, brown hair was in a ponytail and with no makeup on she appeared younger and more wholesome.
“Ready kid?” I asked. Jessica nodded at me affirmatively. I held open the front door and she headed out. I opened the doors to my Explorer and started the ignition. I pulled out of the driveway and gave it some gas.
Right before we reached the highway I pulled into a parking lot of a donut store. I found out what she wanted and headed in to order.
When I returned to the vehicle with breakfast Jessica had a mischievous look on her face but she said nothing as I handed her the coffee and muffin. We ate in silence but she seemed to be fighting back laughter. After she finished she started playing with her phone and smiling. As soon as I was done I started to drive out of the parking lot. Before I could turn I felt Jess’ hand on my arm.
“Look at the picture I just took Uncle Mark” she said smirking. I took the phone from her and looked at the screen and was confronted with a picture of a delectable looking shaved pussy. I almost dropped the phone from shock.
“It’s a self portrait” she said. I returned the phone and made a turn, barely missing a pedestrian I was so distracted. I kept my eyes on the road and drove and soon we were on the highway. The traffic was fairly light so I floored it. The sooner she was safely home the better it would be for us both I felt. We made good progress at first and had covered over half the distance before traffic slowed to a crawl. There was probably an accident ahead as there wasn’t any other reason at this point to delay things. As we inched ahead bumper to bumper Jess began fidgeting.
“Uncle Mark I’m bored” she exclaimed petulantly.
“What are you, two years old” I answered “take a nap or find something to occupy yourself with.”
“I’m not sleepy” she announced then went silent.
I kept my eyes straight ahead as we continued our stop and go movement for the next five minutes when I saw a car on the shoulder up ahead with the hood open. Realizing that it was rubbernecking causing the jam I knew that things would soon be moving.
“Traffic should start moving again…” I began, turning to Jessica when my jaw dropped. My niece was sitting back in the captains chair with her short skirt raised and her hand rubbing her bald little pussy. I tore my eyes away from this vision of her bringing herself pleasure, if only to prevent my wrecking the vehicle.
“Jessica what are you doing?”
“You told me to occupy myself Uncle Mark” she said with a gasp “and that’s all I’m doing.” I took a sidelong glance at her and saw that her face was getting red and her chest was heaving. I looked back at the road and was able to increase my speed as I had passed the disabled vehicle. I felt hot myself so I reached and turned on the ac. Before I could move my hand Jess grabbed it and moved it between her thighs against her sweet pussy and clamped her legs shut.
“Uncle Mark yes oh fuck yes” she almost screamed as the touch of my hand pushed her overheated little kitty into fourth gear. I felt her trembling against my hand and her wetness seeping onto my skin. I pulled my hand free and put it back on the wheel. We drove in silence for a few minutes. Jess had pulled her skirt down and was reclining languidly with a look of satisfaction. Finally I broke the silence.
“Jessica you should put your underwear back on.”
“But Uncle Mark I’m letting them dry, they’re all wet. My pussy has been excited since I heard you and Aunt Diane last night. The only way I could get to sleep was to play with myself until I came. Then I had a dream about you when I was sleeping. It was a real nice dream.”
“Jess you really shouldn’t say things like that and you should put on your underwear like I said.”
“I’ll put it on if you help me. Besides what I said was true. The first time I ever masturbated I was thinking of you. It was when my parents threw me my fourteenth birthday party. Remember Aunt Diane couldn’t come but you did. And I had a bunch of my girlfriends there. And when you were swimming in the pond you would let us ride on your back and you even towed us in the rowboat. All the girls thought you were so hot and they were jealous because I was your favorite.”
“Well you are my niece” I answered realizing that Jessica hadn’t just discovered these thoughts recently.
“Well anyway” she continued “after you left me and my girls were talking and Lisa said that she would be thinking of you that night when she masturbated. I told her that was gross and she would do no such thing. But later I was thinking and before I went to sleep I did play with myself and I imagined it was really your hand. So when I felt your hand a little while ago for real it gave me the best one ever.”
During our talk I had passed a sign indicating a rest stop was coming up and I pulled into the exit lane. It had a gas station, a fast food restaurant and a park and ride lot. I drove to the furthest part of the lot. As it was Sunday morning it was almost deserted. I wanted to get out and clear my head. If I wasn’t careful right now who knows what could happen. My cock was so hard it hurt and my willing teenage niece was sitting next to me with no panties on. I released my seatbelt and then her hand found my bulge. She squeezed it through my jeans and in that moment my resistance crumbled.
It no longer mattered to me that it was wrong for so many reasons. At that moment if all our relatives were standing right outside the vehicle it wouldn’t have stopped me. I unbuttoned my pants and yanked down the zipper before lifting my hips enough to push my pants past my hips and settling back into the seat. I looked at Jessica with raw hunger. She had a big smile on her face.
The next thing I knew she had bobbed her head down and taken my head into her warm mouth. She swirled her tongue over the head then started to move down the shaft before pulling off and sitting back up. She pulled her top over her head and threw it on the back seat freeing her smallish round breasts. They were adorned with small pink and erect nipples. Before I could think to suckle them Jessica grasped my shaft and bent down to take it in her mouth again.
She closed her eyes and really went to work. Her saliva coated me as she worked up and down me driving me crazy. Her hand now was gently massaging my balls as she continued sucking me deep. Jessica increased her tempo, taking me to back of her mouth with each movement until she slipped my cock into her throat. She swallowed me whole with her nose hitting my pubic hair. That was more than I could take and without warning I erupted into her throat, shooting my cum in spurts. Jessica swallowed it down without missing a beat, her hand continuing to fondle my balls as they pumped out their load. She waited until I stopped before pulling her head up and off me.
She opened her big brown eyes and looked right at me. Though I had just cum I was hornier then before. I managed to remove my shoes and pants before I leaned in and kissed Jess before then pulling back.
“Get into the back seat Jessica” I barked at my naughty niece.
She wriggled herself between the seats into the back. With more difficulty I managed to join her there. She was sprawled across the back seat, one leg raised with her knee bent and her foot on the seat and the other leg off the seat. She was perfectly positioned for me to return the favor to her. I squeezed myself on the floor between the front and back seats. I ran my hands along her legs leaving a trail of goose bumps from Jessica’s calves to her inner thighs just below her gates of paradise. I moved my mouth and delivered a kiss to her lower lips triggering a series of moans from her.
I placed my hand at the top of her bald, bad kitty and used my index finger to slide the hood up so my thumb could tease her clit. My tongue lapped at her juicy core while my thumb traced circular movements on her erect little button. It had been years since I’d tasted teenaged pussy and I savored every drop of her nectar that I managed to swallow. It tasted like fallen rain on a spring day.
Jess was running her fingers through my hair as I continued to lick her dripping puss. She was rolling her hips slightly in rhythm with my tongue. I looked up at her face and saw her eyes were tightly shut now and she was biting her lower lip. While continuing to stimulate her clit I brought my other hand forward and started to insert my finger into her little pussy. Her eyes shot open in surprise. She was extremely tight and I had only worked half my finger in her when I felt her muscles spasm, constricting on my finger.
Jessica pulled my hair hard while letting out a string of moans. Her hips bucked with my finger going along for the ride. After a minute her orgasm had subsided to the point that I could move my finger again. Jessica had smiled up at me with a dreamy expression. I continued to work my finger inside her, managing to fit the whole finger up her kitty.
“I know I’m really tight now. It’s been months since I’ve been fucked with my boyfriend away at college. But if you keep doing what you’re doing” she said, obviously enjoying herself, “I’ll get a little looser until you can fuck me.”
I winced hearing my niece use such graphic language but I did want to fuck her tight little kitty. However a last shred of conscience inside me tried to assert itself.
“I can’t Jess, it wouldn’t be right. Besides I could get you pregnant” I said trying to persuade us both while continuing to slide my finger in and out of her little hole.
She had a triumphant look on her face. “Uncle Mark in my purse I have a condom so you can too fuck me.”
My last excuse gone I twisted myself into a pretzel so that I could retrieve her purse from the front floor while keeping my finger in her. I handed Jess the purse and she rummaged in it and pulled out a foil wrapped condom. As she opened it I slipped a second finger inside Jessica’s honey pot.
“I’m ready for you and I can fit you now Uncle Mark.”
I removed my fingers and took the condom and rolled it down my erection. I positioned myself above Jessica supporting myself with an arm on the top of the seat. Her hand gripped me and guided me to her entrance. With one motion I sank my full length in my niece. Jess’ arms entwined around my neck and she pulled my head down to hers. As I let her adjust to my intrusion we kissed passionately. Her lips were soft and inviting. My tongue explored her mouth and tongue. Her canal gripped me tightly and I was actually glad for the condom as it made me less sensitive. I began to move in her sliding in and out as slowly as I could. I kept this up causing Jess to whimper in pleasure. As I grinded against her she lifted her legs and hooked them around my back.
We were locked in and I began to fuck hard now, pulling out halfway and slamming back deep again. I knew her tight pussy would soon overwhelm me so I grabbed a breast with my free hand and pounded away like a jackhammer. Everything became a blur, my whole universe centered around my cock filling her tender kitty. I felt my balls tighten and I let out a moan from the depths of my being. I collapsed onto Jessica as my throbbing cock shot into the condom.
We stayed like that for how long I don’t know. I realized that Jessica was stroking my hair. I lifted myself from her causing my softening cock to slip from her. Then I slid her legs to the side so I could sit next to her on the seat. Jess sat up and leaned against my body. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. I found my arm circling her shoulder. She reached down and rolled the condom from me and held it away from us until spotting a plastic bag she dropped it in. Jessica held my shrinking shaft and feathered it with kisses. I pulled her head from my sensitive head and instead gave her a slow deep kiss. Finally we moved apart and I retrieved my clothes and dressed in silence. As I did Jess sat watching me with a slight smile.
When I finished I got out the door taking the bag and depositing it in a trash can before climbing in the drivers side. I tossed her thong to the back seat and started the ignition. My thoughts were chaotic as I started driving. When I hit the highway I opened the windows the air flushing the interior and clearing my brain. Jessica sat dressed, curled up on the back seat humming to herself.
We arrived at her house without further incident. As we traveled along the long drive I again saw Jessica playing with her phone in the rear view mirror.
“Good news Uncle Mark. While we were, uh occupied, Lindsay texted me to let me know she’s ok and will be driving back later. By the way I forgot to tell you Daddy says thanks for driving me. Otherwise he would have missed Joey’s game.”
I pulled in front of the house, no cars presently in the driveway. I digested what Jessica had just said.
“So Jess you had already let your family know I was going to drive you?”
“Yeah I forgot to tell you before. Joey had a baseball game and if Daddy had to get me he would have missed the game so I said I would ask you. You know that means no one’s home if you want to come in.” She said the last part with a hopeful expression on her pretty face.
“No not now Jess that isn’t a good idea. I have to drive home.”
I would have liked to wash up but I couldn’t trust either one of us under the circumstances. I would make due with some wet wipes I had in the glove compartment and eating or drinking something to get the lingering taste of her from my mouth. Jess got out of the vehicle with a pout on her face from being thwarted. She walked around to my window and leaned in.
“Uncle Mark let me tell you something. That was the best I ever had and I’d do that or anything for you, all you have to do is ask. You can tie me up, you can fuck me in my ass, and if you wanted I would have a threesome with you and Aunt Diane. I don’t care just to be with you.”
Her words terrified and thrilled me at the same time but there was no way I could answer them.
“I love you Jess but I have to go” I said. She kissed me and her eyes looked misty.
“I love you too” she said.
As I drove down the driveway I saw her standing there watching me leave in the rear view mirror.
THE END

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Alpha – Ch. 1 Lesbian Dog Lovers

Alpha is a dog born into an institution hidden from society where he was trained in various sexual techniques… but how is he able to get human females pregnant? Why would this shadow organization allow a dog to continue acting upon his purely animal instinctive desire to breed knowing he can impregnate humans?

Fiction

The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 5-7

CHAPTER 5
We dressed around 5:30 and I led Marta in to her first “Mama Meal.” I’d had probably hundreds and I always gained at least two pounds by the time she let me leave the table. We began with a hot antipasto. I selected several dishes for Marta including some broiled shrimp, calamari rings, baked clams, and my favorite–crab-stuffed mushrooms. When Marta leaned over to tell me how good it was I reminded her it was only the first course.
“Uh…how many will there be?” Everyone laughed. “Four.” “Five.” Someone even suggested seven. Oh God, seven courses? I’d burst!
After the antipasto we enjoyed a delicious Italian salad or “insalata” as Mama called it.
I’m sure Marta was feeling a bit full when Mama brought out the pasta—spaghetti with homemade meatballs and hot and sweet sausage along with garlic bread. Marta balked a bit at the garlic until I reminded her I was having plenty. “You’ll need it for self defense,” I told her and we all laughed again, Marta included.
Following a huge bowl of pasta and meat, the only kind served in Mama’s house, she brought out not her usual roast beef, but my favorite—pot roast. “We having this for you, Peter. I know this you’re favorite.” Mama always speaks like this even though I know she was born in this country and graduated high school in the top half of her class, attending community college for a year before marrying an up-and-coming Anthony Pellegrini.
Foolishly, I had several helpings of pot roast with mashed potatoes. I could see Marta slowing. “Save some room for dessert. It’ll be worth the wait.” Marianne, Celia, Andrea, and Marta volunteered to clear the table while we men folk recovered. I could not imagine going through this every single week as Papa and Jimmy did. Marianne, Celia, and Andrea returned to the table, leaving Marta alone with Mama in the kitchen. I knew this was no accident. It probably meant trouble for me.
Eventually Marta returned, her arms full of a huge platter of cannoli. Some people love cannoli—I hate it. It is so sweet I can’t stand to bite into it. Mama followed Marta smiling as she carried a big Italian cheesecake. Marta walked around the table helping everyone to a cannoli but passing by me. “Mama told me none for you—have you been bad?” Again everyone laughed, much to Marta’s chagrin.
“No, Marta, Peter can’t stand cannoli—says it is too sweet. He must be sweet enough without it, eh, Peter?”
“Yes, Papa,” I agreed, “they don’t come any sweeter than me.” Again more laughter, this time including Marta. Mama patted my head as she slipped a huge slice of cheesecake in front of me. Mama placed three bottles on the table—Italian cordials. I told Marta about each. “Amaretto di Saronno is an almond based liquor. It’s sweet and tasty, too, but it has to be sipped, especially by an amateur like you. Cream Limoncello is based on lemon rinds and can be sour. The cream version is really smooth, but it’ll sneak up on you. It’s stronger than you might think once you taste it. The final bottle is Mellone, a liqueur based on a melon; this one’s cantaloupe. I would try the Limoncello. I think you’ll like it.”
“What are you having?” she asked. I shook and poured the Limoncello for both of us. We toasted and sipped. Marta grinned her approval. Later the women helped Mama again while Papa, Jimmy, and I retired to the living room. I asked Papa about calling the FBI.
“Peter, you’re a civilian—not involved in our work which is almost entirely legitimate now…but not quite. Any citizen with the information you now have would call the FBI. They’re not so bad—most of them anyway. Tell them about the life insurance policy, Cartwright’s debts—don’t worry about the Martucci’s. You won’t mention them by name, but the Fed’s will know…they’re not idiots. I expect Mr. Cartwright will not be walking anytime soon. Set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. Tell them you have armed security—they’ll be in uniform—so they’ll have to identify themselves before they’re allowed to see you and Marta. Give them a code word. I’m not worried about Cartwright—he’ll be in the hospital, but he has friends who are involved and presumably they will not want to get caught so Marta is not out of the woods yet, and neither are you. I suggest you prepare ahead of time. You know what I mean.” I nodded; I knew exactly what he meant and I’d do what needed to be done even if I had to kill each and every one of them.
I knew all about killing. My marksmanship instructors in basic training wanted me to go straight to sniper school, but the brass wanted me in OCS. I wanted no part of being an officer so I went to sniper school. I practiced so much I was able to shoot a man in the eye at 1000 yards. I’d done it any number of times, but I hadn’t told Marta. I didn’t want to scare her. If any of these guys tried for her they’d be dead.
We left around eight and before we did Papa called a friend in the city about notifying Marta’s parents; I could see how relieved she was. Marta wanted to stay, but I told her I had a lot to do. On the way home I told her how I was so jealous of Jimmy when I was a kid. His dad would come home one day with a mink coat for his mom and I remembered one time they got three color TV’s. Then I saw Mr. Pellegrini’s picture in the newspaper, saying he was some kind of gangster. I never mentioned it to anyone, certainly not to Jimmy or anyone in his family. All I knew was that he was my friend and that his family was nicer to me than my own. I was in high school when it became an open secret. By then Papa was well up the ladder—all the way to Capo, or lieutenant. Papa had helped me many times along the way, even with my college expenses without ever asking anything in return. In fact, I told her, he absolutely forbade me getting involved in any type of criminal activity. He was even upset one time in junior high when I covered for Jimmy, pointing the police in a different direction. It was the kind of thing any friend would do for another, but Papa was furious. I never crossed the line again.
I waved to our guards, now in full APS uniforms, the APS standing for Anthony Pellegrini Security. They all carried shotguns or semi-automatic rifles. I went straight to my arms closet, removing my long rifle and scopes. I lowered the folding attic stairs and carried the rifle and scopes up before returning for two full boxes of ammunition and several clips. I set everything up on a low table by a gabled window that would open if needed. It was from here that I shot over the burglars’ heads. I’d be shooting at their heads this time and I wouldn’t be missing.
CHAPTER 6
I told Marta I’d explain everything after the phone calls. Until then she’d have to trust me. She nodded and sat quietly on the couch. Using the phone book I called the FBI. “FBI, Special Agent Ross speaking.”
“My name is Peter Manning.” I gave my address and phone number. “I have information about the alleged death of Marta Vanek. I say alleged because Marta is sitting here next to me. I rescued her from the sinking boat. I also have a photocopy of a million dollar life insurance policy Cartwright took out on her life without her knowledge or approval. Also, he deliberately gave you the wrong location of the boat; I know exactly where it is. I can share all that and more with you.
“I’d like some representatives of the Bureau to meet with me at my home tomorrow morning at ten. But you need to be careful. I have armed security agents here and they have instructions to shoot if necessary. I suggest you come in a marked police vehicle. They will stop you and demand identification before allowing you to pass. I’ve been told to give you a code word—Andrea.”
“Why would David Cartwright do all this? He has a good job from what I understand.”
“Yeah, but he owes more than $260,000 from some gambling debts at weekly interest.”
“Oh…the sharks are into him. Is that what you’re saying? Where are you getting all this information?
“I can’t say, but I can tell you my security is from APS.
“Pellegrini…how do you know him?”
“His son and I are lifelong friends—best friends. Listen, I have to go. I have to call my boss about taking the day off tomorrow. See you at ten.” I hung up.
I called my principal who was none too happy to hear that I wasn’t going to work tomorrow until I told him why. “How’d you get involved in that mess, Peter?”
“I went fishing Saturday morning and rescued her from the sinking boat. This is all about attempted murder of an innocent young woman. I’ll bring her to school after we’re done with the police.” I hung up and turned to Marta. “I know this is all confusing and frustrating. David isn’t in any position right now to hurt anything. If Papa is right he has no kneecaps. They’ve either been shot or broken with a baseball bat or golf club, probably the latter—it’s much more painful. What Papa and I are concerned about is his friends. They’re in this as deeply as he is, except that they’re still able to walk and we don’t know who they are. You know the news media—once they find out where you are I expect they’ll tell the world.
“I told you I was a specialist in the Marines, but I didn’t tell you what kind. I was a sniper. I wish I had my service rifle right now, but they cost thousands and they’re considered top secret. The one you saw me put upstairs is from World War II. It’s old, but it still works perfectly. I’ve shot it dozens of times. When they come it will be from the rear of the house. I’ll be ready for them. You can trust me. You’re safe now and you’ll be safer once they’re taken care of.”
We went to bed fairly early, skipping sex for the first night since we had met. I was almost asleep when I heard Marta crying. I reached around her naked body clutching her just below her breasts. “What’s the matter, Marta? Why are you crying?”
“Oh, Peter you probably wish you had never saved me. I’m nothing but trouble for you.”
“No, Marta I don’t feel that way at all. I’m very happy you’re here with me…no, that’s not right. I’m… thrilled you’re here with me. Don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Marta rolled over and stroked my face. “Do you remember when I was alone in the kitchen with Mama?” I nodded. “She told me it was obvious from the way we looked at each other and touched each other that we were in love. I told her we had only known each other for two days and she laughed. ‘So what?’ she said, ‘how long do you think it takes to learn that you don’t like someone? Why should it take forever to fall in love?’”
“Mama’s a smart woman,” I replied, “and in this case she’s at least half right. I never thought I could feel about a woman the way I feel about you. I never want you to go home…never.”
“Well, Peter I’d have to say Mama was completely and totally on target. I feel the same way about you.” She lifted her face to me, wrapped her arms around me and said the words that would bind us together—“I love you.” I repeated those words and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I was up early the following morning, taking a big pot of coffee down to the guards. I was surprised to see Marco was one of them. I told them the code word—they’d never forget Jimmy’s wife’s name. I returned to Marta. She joined me in the shower. I had just grabbed the soap when she kneeled in front of me. In a second my cock was in her mouth where it grew instantly. Marta pushed me against the tiled wall as she sucked hard on my cock. He tongue was wrapped around my shaft, washing my cock with her saliva until I was rabid with desire. I pulled her up, bent her over and plunged my cock deep into her cunt as Marta moaned with rapture. I pumped her pussy hard as she gripped my knees for support. I reached between her legs finding her clit rock hard. I squeezed and pinched it harder with each thrust until we shuddered together and came in a mutual explosion. We collapsed together under the running shower. “Now that’s how we should start every day,” Marta gasped, her breath not fully regained. I couldn’t speak—I just nodded my agreement.
We struggled to stand and eventually managed to wash each other. Once we were dry we dressed and made breakfast. We ate leisurely—toast, juice, and fruit. We were still recovering from Mama’s feast last night. I took out my .30-.30, loaded it, and checked around the house. I knew Papa’s security would cover the front. I’d handle the rest if needed. As it all turned out nothing was needed. The FBI agents used the code word and had perfect ID. All the same two guards accompanied them into the house.
Our conversation lasted for more than an hour when they asked me to show them the boat. We went in convoy to the harbor where we boarded the Suffolk County Police’s 35-foot cruiser. There were two officers and two divers waiting for us. I gave the driver the latitude and longitude and off we went. Siren blaring we ignored the 12 mph limit. It took us about ten minutes to reach the wreck site. The divers went over the side and returned in another fifteen minutes, verifying everything we had told them.
The agent used his satellite phone to confirm everything to the Manhattan office. A warrant was ordered for David Cartwright; we were asked if we would participate in a press conference the following evening. I agreed immediately. When they left I called a local lumber yard and ordered twenty sheets of 7/8’s inch plywood, six tubes of Liquid Nails and a gross of two-inch nails. Then I explained to Marta what I was going to do. We had a late, but light, lunch and drove to my school. I wasn’t dressed for teaching, but that wouldn’t matter. I walked into the main office and introduced Marta to the secretaries and my principal. We chatted for a while and returned home. I was pleased to find the plywood had been delivered.
I cut the sheets into a manageable size and carried them up into the attic. I was creating a strong area—walls and floor which would protect us if—no, when—we were attacked. When I was done I had an area made of 2.5 inches of plywood, even including an extra door I could drop over the folding attic stairs once I had secured them in place. This would stop virtually any bullet. I put the scope onto the rifle, checked the flash suppressor, and loaded the clips. I would be ready in seconds. Marta and I could survive up here for days if necessary once I locked the attic door in place. I had a case of bottled water and cans of nuts and other energy foods installed.
I went to work the following day and, of course, the students asked where I had been. I told them only that there would be a press conference with the FBI that evening. I was sure it would be on the news, in fact I was praying for it. The event was held at the local Suffolk County Police Station. I mentioned saving Marta and that she was staying with me for a few days. I said nothing about having security. I was issuing my invitation—one I was more than ninety percent sure would be accepted. Papa phoned me right after as we drove home. “Are you sure you’re not one of us, Peter? You sounded as though you were praying his friends would hear you. Nicely done.” I thanked Papa, telling him I was anxious to put this behind us. I also asked his help moving Marta’s things out to my house. Papa owned a moving and storage company. Just think about how handy that could be in moving or hiding stolen goods. Papa told me he could have it done by the weekend. I stopped by Home Depot on the way, picking up some special equipment I wanted to install.
David Cartwright was in Bellevue Hospital with casts on both legs and his ankle cuffed to the bed frame. I asked the FBI Special Agent to let me know when some friends his age visited. Sure enough three young men spent the evening after the press conference with him. I was told they whispered back and forth for more than an hour. I needed to work fast.
I came home immediately after school Thursday. I installed the high intensity spotlights I had purchased, placing one directly under the window. I wired the circuit to the electrical panel and tested it—perfect. I also checked out the portable PA system I had borrowed from my school. I went inside and removed the suppressor. The flash wouldn’t be seen right over the bright light and I wanted the noise, figuring that it would scare the hell out of the amateur assassins.
CHAPTER 7
Like many alarm systems mine had a portable hand set. It could be configured either to beep or to vibrate just like a cell phone. Each night I set it to vibrate and put it under my pillow. I was sure this would be a Saturday job. All these men worked for a living so they would have limited time to plan and conduct surveillance. I didn’t think they would do either—they’d show up and kill us then walk away. Yeah, right!
Marta was spooning with me, facing the rear of the house when my pillow began to vibrate. It was 3:00 Sunday morning. My Marine training kicked in immediately. I was awake in a second. I put my hand over Marta’s mouth. “It’s happening. Get dressed quickly and quietly—no bathroom and no lights. I’ll call Jimmy and our guards as soon as we’re upstairs.” To her credit she was dressed—shorts and a top—in less than twenty seconds and up the stairs five later. I followed her and pulled the stairs up, dropping my trap door once they were locked in place. I called Jimmy, “It’s happening; I think there are four of them from the reactions of my sensors. I’ll call our guards and let them know.” I hung up with Jimmy and called Marco. “They’re here, Marco. Put two men at each side of the house, but let me handle everything until I ask for help. Make sure you have some restraints.”
I turned back to the rear yard which was almost three hundred yards deep. I used it for running and sprints as part of my exercise regimen. Using night vision goggles I could see them exit the woods at the rear of the property. They walked slowly and unsteadily toward the house. I suspected they had drunk up enough courage to do this—they were either drunk or damned close. This would be too easy. I motioned Marta to sit with her back to the wall about four feet to my right. I had padded the area for her. I opened the window and waited.
I hit the lights when they were about two hundred yards out. The lights served two purposes—to illuminate the yard and to blind the assailants. The effect was exactly as I expected. I picked up the mike for the PA system. “STOP RIGHT THERE. DROP YOUR WEAPONS ON THE GROUND. YOU’RE COVERED AND I WILL SHOOT ANYONE WHO RESISTS.”
Of course, one of them raised his rifle. I had a shot in his upper arm before the weapon reached horizontal. “THAT’S ONE. ANYBODY ELSE STUPID ENOUGH TO TRY? HERE’S A SHOT JUST TO LET YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO.” I aimed and shot the weapon out of one guy’s hands. The rifle boomed in the night. If I were down there I’d be scared shitless. “MAYBE I SHOULD MENTION THAT I WAS A MARINE SNIPER IN AFGHANISTAN AND IRAQ. I CAN TAKE OUT YOUR TOES ONE AT A TIME IF I WANT TO. NOW DROP YOUR WEAPONS.” In spite of everything I had done not to kill anybody the first guy pulled a pistol with his off hand. When he raised it toward me I had no other choice—I put one in his head. Two men reacted as I hoped and dropped their weapons before raising their hands; the other was slow, either from drink of just plain stupidity. I put a shot through his right bicep.
“MARCO, PLEASE GET OUT THERE AND CUFF THESE IDIOTS. I HAVE YOU COVERED.” Marco and his men ran from their places, dropped the two men to their knees and secured their wrists together with what appeared to be long wire ties, but are actually strong plastic handcuffs. I phoned the police, requesting an ambulance for the wounded man and a coroner for the one I was forced to kill.
I turned to Marta. She rushed into my arms, “It’s over, darling. We can get down to good old boring life.”
“Life with you will never be boring, Peter. I love you so much and I feel so safe with you.” The cops arrived about five minutes later. I was surprised to see Marco still engaged in conversation with one of the captives; he was listening closely to what the man was saying. I explained what had happened and surrendered my weapon after unloading it. The cops were giving me a pretty hard time until Papa arrived with his lawyer. Shortly afterward Special Agent Ross showed up. The cops left satisfied that I had acted in self defense. I was surprised when Agent Ross greeted Papa with a handshake, and even more surprised when Papa returned it.
“That’s quite a rifle you have there, Peter,” Agent Ross said, “Where’d you learn to shoot?”
“Marine Sniper School, sir,” I replied, “Of course, I used something much more modern in Afghanistan and Iraq, but that rifle survived World War II and it’s a beauty–a Winchester Model 1903. I tried to convince them to give up, but one refused and the other was just plain slow. He may have been drunk, but I wasn’t taking any chances—not with Marta’s life on the line. I had no choice but to shoot. I just wish I didn’t have to kill anyone.”
Everything broke up around five, just as the sun was rising. I made coffee for everyone and we chatted in the kitchen and living room for almost an hour. As I carried some empty cups to the sink I noticed Marco’s revolver on the counter. I don’t like loaded guns lying around so I removed the shells, placing them in my pocket. Something about Marco was bothering me; I removed my Beretta, a small 9mm handgun but still lethal, especially at close range. I tucked it into the waistband at the back of my shorts, making sure the safety was engaged and that there was no cartridge in the chamber. I didn’t need to shoot my butt off.
Papa and his attorney left, followed shortly thereafter by Agent Ross. I thanked him for his help and shook his hand. Marta hugged the man, thanking him as well. Papa had taken two of his men with him, leaving only Tony and Marco. Tony was out at the car, still on duty, but Marco was pacing up and down the patio seemingly having an argument with himself. Marta wanted to go back to bed, but I held her close to me on the couch. “It’s not quite over yet,” I told her just as Marco returned to the kitchen for his weapon.
I dialed Jimmy on my cell and, before he had a chance to speak, I told him, “Listen–don’t speak.” I put the phone on the end table. Marco walked in a moment later, revolver in his hand. “Make up your mind, Marco? It looked like quite a conversation you were having first with Cartwright’s friend and then with yourself.”
“Yeah,” he responded, “I made up my mind. Sorry, but you have to go. It’s nothing personal—there’s a lot of money involved.”
“What’s the matter, Marco? Doesn’t Don Pellegrini pay you enough?”
“You know how much I made last year? A crummy hundred K and I had to pay taxes on all of it. That sucks. I can make a big score by knocking you two out…three million—tax free.”
“Yeah, Marco, but think first. How much does the typical high school dropout earn? Not a hundred thousand, that’s for sure. And you’ll have to take care of Tony, too. And don’t forget Jimmy and Papa—they never forget, do they?”
“Ah, by the time they find out I’ll be gone…long gone.” He raised his weapon, pointing it as us.
“Question, Marco—what’s the difference between your gun and mine?” I pulled mine from the waistband, flipped off the safety and racked the slide. “Of course, yours is a revolver and mine is an automatic, but what’s the important difference? Don’t know? Well…mine actually has bullets in it. Yours are in my pocket.” I leveled the pistol, aiming at his eye. “So far as Papa and Jimmy finding out, they already know, right Jimmy?”
“Oh, yeah I know all right. So does Tony; I just got off the other phone with him. He’ll be there in a second to take care of you.” That was Tony’s cue. He walked in and he was pissed. He clubbed Marco with a sap, knocking him unconscious to the floor. “Sorry, Pete. Sorry, Marta. This should never have happened. Why don’t you go to bed while I package this mook for travel?” He pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around Marcos wrists, before securing his ankles and mouth.
I pulled a terrified Marta to her feet and steered her to the bedroom. “What will happen to him, Peter? I kind of liked Marco before this. How did you know?”
“Yeah, I liked him, too. His problem was that he had no imagination. Jimmy told me he was extremely limited in what he could be trusted to do–other than security…basically nothing. Now he has a big problem—you don’t cross the Don, or anyone in the organization. We’ll never see Marco again and I doubt if anyone will. My guess is that they’ll take him for a boat ride into the Atlantic and drop him overboard. How did I know? You don’t just practice shooting in sniper school. I was taught a lot about people’s behavior. When you have twenty or thirty potential targets in the street it’s important to pick the right ones. I saw him in a long conversation with one of our attackers—that should never have happened. Then he was pacing back and forth on the patio—like arguing with himself. When I saw his pistol in the kitchen I took the natural precaution of unloading it. Marco was never brilliant and in the end it was his stupidity that did him in.”
Just then I heard a commotion in the living room—Marco was being removed. Seconds later Tony called in to let us know he was leaving. He wished us well and thanked me—I may have saved his life, too. I walked up to Marta, hugged her—she was still shaking—and removed her clothing. I stripped out of mine and pulled her to the bed. I pulled the blanket over us. “Just remember—I love you…I’ll always be here for you…and I’ll always protect you. Oh, yeah—if we can get some sleep now we may be able to go fishing later in the afternoon.” That was all the encouragement she needed. She kissed me, closed her eyes and we went back to a blissful sleep.

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Motel Week Ending 2

Although this story can be read on it’s own, it is recommended you read the story ‘Motel Week’. The last story left off with a few possibilities for a conclusion. Here is the second of two possible endings. Neither ending would be considered the ‘True Ending’ just read them both and pick which one you like better. Both however; would be considered happy endings.

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Daughters sexy new underwear

Daughters sexy new underwear
She was maturing into a beautiful young woman, her breasts now a fantastic 32C and her ass was to die for. Her blonde hair framed such a pretty face and her puppy fat had all but disappeared leaving only a cute muffin top around her midriff. She had come to live with me after falling out with her mother 6 months ago and we had a really good relationship with the usual arguments over her not doing enough school work as it was her last year before her exams and her spending more time arguing with the odd boyfriend she had. But apart from that we got on really well. In fact I was glad of the company most of the time and she was a great bundle of energy to have around.
I tried to make her as comfortable as possible and she had kitted out her bedroom with all the mod cons she needed, like TV, stereo etc so she had her own space. We had been out shopping to get some new clothes as some she had brought with her were looking a bit small now and of course fashion seems to change weekly! It was her underwear that shocked me most. My ex wasn’t always the most flirtatious woman and so I just thought big sensible knickers were the norm and matching lingerie sets were something I just saw advertised in magazines but not seen in reality. Even when I did buy her some sexy underwear, they were put on for a Birthday meal out and hastily removed in the dark with a moan how uncomfortable the thong had been. So the matching sets that my daughter wore surprised me at first, and we had various discussions about how I thought they weren’t a daily item of clothing but was quickly put down and told not to be such a prude as it was comfortable to wear and there was nothing wrong knowing she looked good under her clothes. My problem was that I had seemed to have become almost obsessed with the various designs she had and looked forward to washing her clothes and sorting out her underwear. It worried me a little but I just kept telling myself that I was only reacting like any normal man with sexy underwear in front of him, it was just it was a pity that it was my daughters and not one of my own girlfriends.
Working long hours had meant I hadn’t had much time for female company as well as not being the most outgoing person in the world. In fact since my divorce 18 months ago I had only had 1 sexual encounter since with someone I saw for a couple of weeks which wasn’t that spectacular anyway. So the odd time my daughter didn’t bother covering up her underwear as she walked around the house before getting dressed made me embarrassed when I saw her and I even thought she did it occasionally knowing how uncomfortable it made me. But I tried to do my best to ignore her and act as much as I could as if it didn’t bother me. But my God she looked good.
It was a Saturday morning and she had arranged to go into town with her friend to do some shopping. She had a little of her own money left over from her Birthday along with some she had saved from an odd job she had as a waitress at a pub in the village when they needed her. She came downstairs with a glum look on her face and sat at the kitchen table banging her mobile phone down as she did.
“What’s up Love?” I asked as I poured her a cup of tea and put some bread in the toaster.
“Nicky has just phoned to say she’s been throwing up all night and so isn’t feeling well enough to go shopping” she answered.
“Oh dear” I said, “now what are you going to do today?”
Giving me her best innocent puppy eyed face she said “Well you know how much you Love me Dad?”
“Yeah” I replied buttering the toast.
“Well I thought perhaps we could spend some quality time together today and you could take me shopping!”
“But surely you don’t want to ruin your street cred walking around town with your old Dad cramping your style” I said handing her some toast.
“Ah come on Dad, you’re not that old, and anyway we can take the opportunity to update your wardrobe a bit too, and you never know you might find a nice woman who serves us and ask her out”.
Falling for her charm every time I agreed and before I knew it we were in the car and heading into town to hit the shops. We had a fantastic day, a lovely lunch out and spent too much money (mine of course) and were tired out by the time we got home. We had decided that after a busy day we would get a takeaway for supper and relax in front of the TV with a film. We dumped our bags in our bedrooms saying that we would sort them all out and put them away in the morning, and took it in turns to shower whilst the pizza took it’s time to be delivered.
I sat on the couch in my usual relaxing clothing of joggers and t-shirt and Chloe sat next to me in her usual thick fluffy dressing gown she normally wore over some girly boxers and t-shirt she slept in. We demolished the pizza almost before the adverts of the DVD had finished and sat back to watch the main film. As usual I sat back and Chloe spun herself round putting a cushion on my lap and laid with her head on it and her feet up on the couch. The comedy played and we laughed along to it as it did so. I looked down and felt proud I had such a lovely daughter, her face lit up by the TV and light coming in from the hall, her smooth skin without makeup looking beautiful. It was then I noticed her dressing gown was gaping slightly and where I would usually see her coloured t-shirt, instead I saw the smooth curves of her breasts against the lace of a bra. My mind all confused, I was all of a sudden glad of the cushion on my lap because involuntarily my dick sprang to life and filled with blood. I did my best to move slightly to adjust thinking that Chloe would perhaps then get up but she stayed where she was and continued to watch the film. Suddenly she laughed again at the screen and her gorgeous soft breasts now jiggled in their bra cups as her cleavage remained on show to me, I assumed completely unaware to her. My cock was rising fast and I was sure that any moment she would feel it pushing against her face through the cushion. I had to make an excuse to move so asked her if she would be kind enough to fetch us both a drink while I paused the film.
“Well seeing how you were good enough to take me shopping” she had said, “Then it’s the least I can do”. And with that she stood up and disappeared into the kitchen where I heard her open the fridge. I took the opportunity to try to adjust my hard on but had to keep the cushion on my lap or it would have been a dead giveaway!
She returned with a coke for her and handed me a bottle of beer. “Cheers” she said as she clinked her can against my bottle, but was standing now in front of me with her dressing gown open revealing a new bra and thong set that she had bought earlier. I tried not to stare but was gobsmacked by the beautiful sight before me, unable to take my eyes off her perfect maturing body in the striking underwear.
“I see you like my new underwear” she said bringing me out of my trance.
“Sorry Chloe, I didn’t mean to stare but you look fantastic in that” I said looking at her face. “But perhaps you should put some clothes on as it’s perhaps not the most appropriate thing to wear with your Dad around.”
“Oh give over Dad, you’re not a prude and you’ve seen it all before”.
“That was a long time ago darling” I replied, “and before you had grown into a young woman”.
“Do you think I look OK in these then?” she asked opening her dressing gown wider and wiggling her hips.
“Chloe please” I said trying to look away. “You look absolutely gorgeous and your future boyfriends will be extremely lucky to have someone as beautiful as you, but you better cover yourself up as I am your Dad”.
Putting her can down Chloe made no attempt to cover up, but instead did the opposite and removed her gown. “Dad I just wanted to say thank you for taking me shopping today and thought I would show you what I bought” and then she turned round looking back at me over her shoulder. This had the effect of giving me prime view of her ass in the thong.
“Well I appreciate that Chloe and it was a pleasure to have spent the day out with you, but I’ll say it again that I’m your Dad not your boyfriend”.
Now many times I had imagined what her breasts looked like under her bra. As her preferred bra’s were padded I knew they wouldn’t be as big as they looked in her underwear and had been a little excited on more than one occasion trying to imagine their look. Would her nipples still be a little puffy or would they be nice and developed? Would they be as soft as they looked as her cleavage was often on show and looked gorgeous? I also knew she took care of herself and trimmed her pussy but how much? Was she clean shaven or just tidy? Now with her stood in front of me I had a feeling I was about to get my questions answered!
“Dad, do you think I look attractive”? She asked turning back to face me.
“Of course I do Chloe, and like I said you will make someone very happy when you meet the right boy as you look after yourself well and that means a lot. You obviously didn’t get that from your mother as she wouldn’t have been seen dead in that underwear”.
“I know” she said, “what a miserable cow, I don’t know how you lasted so long with her in the first place Dad”.
“Well maybe darling, but I wanted to do my best and stay till you were old enough to understand” I added.
“Well good for you for getting out” she said, “but you deserve to be happy and that means not spending the rest of your days without some sexy fun”.
“I’m sure I’ll find someone soon” I replied, knowing that it was probably a lie maybe enough to diffuse the situation I was in now.
“Well I hope you do Daddy, and I hope your new girlfriend makes an effort for you and wears sexy things like these” she said looking down at her own body.
“I hope so too darling, although I doubt I will find someone with a great body like yours which makes underwear look that good” I said nodding at her lingerie.
“I’m glad you like it” she said, would you like me to show you my other sets I bought today?”
Now of course I wanted to shout ‘of course I do you silly bitch, and while you’re at it give me a flash of your tight cunt and pert tits and I’ll show you how good a fuck could feel’, but knew the utter wrongness of the situation and so I just told her that it may not be best appropriate and she should really go and put her t-shirt on.
“OK, you’re the boss” she said as she grabbed her dressing gown and skipped upstairs. I took a long swig of my beer hoping that it would cool me down a bit before shouting for her to hurry up so we could watch the rest of the film.
She reappeared and had done as I said but was now in skimpy girly boxers and a tight t-shirt with no bra and wasn’t wearing her dressing gown.
“Is that better?” she asked giving me a twirl before jumping back on the sofa to resume her position as before.
“Well a little” I said still astounded at how good she looked, but now perhaps even more turned on as I could now see clearly the shape of her beautiful breasts under the tight material as her small nipples pressed outwards. Her figure hugging pants were pulled tight against her frame giving a gorgeous view of her ass cheeks as she had spun round in front of me. My cock now starting to ache from the power of my erection which she had luckily missed from lying on as I had added another cushion and turned slightly.
The DVD continued to play and as it was a 15 certificate I knew there may be some sexual references in it, but being a comedy thought we would just laugh through them. Unfortunately the scene that started to unravel in front of me had me starting to get red faced with embarrassment. An almost identical situation appeared on screen where a lad was sat minding his own business on a couch watching a football game and a girl came into the room and blocked his view trying to get his attention wearing only a skimpy outfit, bending this way and that so her ass and cleavage were on show. The comedy was that he was doing all he could to look around her so as not to miss the game but at that point it didn’t seem too funny to me, as all I could concentrate on was the gorgeous girl offering herself to him! Chloe sniggered and latched onto the similarity and how embarrassed I must be but laughed along at the show.
I was glad when it eventually finished and Chloe got up from her position to eject the disc from the machine. I was still surprised to find my erection was still pushed against the cushion and happy Chloe had got up but as she moved across the room I knew she now deliberately took her time and bent over keeping her legs straight to remove the DVD, almost copying the scene from earlier in the film. He arse was now in full view with her tight fitted girl boxers just about covering her cunt lips which looked divine from behind. She lingered a little longer before looking back over her shoulder at me to see I was staring straight at her. With that she placed the DVD back in its case and came back over to me. She grabbed the cushions I had on my lap and threw them aside, straddling me with her legs either side of mine and sitting on my lap. My cock was pushing hard against the material of my bottoms only millimetres from her crotch. Looking down at the tent I had in front of me and then back to my eyes, she raised her eyebrows and asked how the hell I had managed to keep a hard on for the whole length of the film without it going down? And that if I had the stamina for that to happen then I was definitely in need of a woman. In a swift movement she grabbed her tight top and pulled it off over her head giving me sight of the most beautiful pair of breasts I had ever seen. Without saying a word I could resist no longer and as she leant forward her mound pushed against my own hardness as I reached up and put both my hands on her breasts. She threw her head back and gasped as I squeezed them gently feeling the small buds of her nipples harden under my palms.
I replaced my hands with my mouth and hungrily started to lick and suck her gorgeous tits, feeling the mix of soft skin and hard nipples between my lips. My hands cupped her sweet little ass and kneaded her buttocks over the material of her panties as she rhythmically moved against my cock. She brought her head back forward and lifted my chin as she planted a passionate kiss on my lips. Our tongues met for the first time and I could feel the excitement rise in my cock almost to the point that I thought I would come there and then in my shorts.
Almost reading my mind Chloe suddenly moved positions and got off me, pushing me back into a lying position as she grabbed the waistband of my joggers and pulled them off in one quick move. My cock was now on show, fully erect in front of my own daughter who stood before me in just her knickers. Hooking her fingers now under her own garment, slid them down her legs before standing in front of me now completely naked. Her cunt was smoothly shaven apart from some well trimmed hair in a landing strip style on her sweet mound. Still without saying a word she now straddled me in the 69 position taking hold of my cock in her mouth and my balls in her hand. I gasped with pleasure and buried my face in the sweetest, tightest looking cunt I had ever seen.
I held onto her hips as I sucked and licked at her pussy, her sweet taste filling my mouth as her juices flowed. She was holding the base of my cock tight in her hand as she moved her hot mouth up and down the shaft. I wondered how many times she had done this before with her boyfriend’s as she seemed to have a pretty good technique and also wondered whether she had gone all the way before or whether she was still a virgin as we had never really discussed it in depth. It suddenly hit me then that this was my daughter I had on top of me, sucking my cock whilst I lapped at her most intimate part and knew that I should have stopped it before it had even started. The guilt swept over me and I stopped licking at her snatch telling her that we really must stop as this was so wrong in every way. With a ‘pop’ sound as her lips came away from my cock, I felt her release pressure on my shaft as she climbed off me. With a mixture of disappointment and relief Chloe said that I was right and this was very wrong and that she was sorry she had teased me to the point we were at. With that she ran upstairs leaving me lying there on the couch wondering what to do next.
Thinking she was really upset I knew I should follow her and try to make sense of the situation and explain that as much as I was flattered and turned on, this was something that we really shouldn’t have started and that it was actually my fault as the adult for allowing it to get this far. I was about to move when I heard her footsteps coming back down the stairs and she appeared at my side in the lounge still naked. She looked at my cock glistening with a mixture of her saliva and my own pre cum and knelt down next to it smiling.
“I know how wrong this is Daddy, and if you really want it to stop then just say so and I will leave you alone, but I want you to know that I have fantasised about this almost since I moved in here with you. You are such a kind, loving man that I want to make you happy”.
“Darling you already make me happy” I said, “but you don’t have to do this for me, you should be doing this with a boyfriend of your own”.
She continued, “All the boys I have been out with are either immature idiots or just want me for one thing Dad, but you are so loving that I wanted my first time to be with someone that really loves me”.
I was shocked again by her, my God she was still a virgin! I couldn’t hide the surprise in my voice. “I thought you were already sexually active Chloe, especially as you seemed such an expert at sucking my cock” I stammered.
“No way!” she answered. “In fact I have only ever held one lads cock which seemed pencil thin compared to yours and wanked him off till he came all over his jeans! He touched my boobs but that was as far as I have been with anyone”.
So innocent yet so sexy I thought. She continued, “The internet is such a wonderful thing Dad, and that’s where I picked up some ideas from. It’s not only boys that look at porn you know” she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “It was just getting frustrating that I had no one to practice on”!
I was speechless as she undid a condom she must have had in her room and slid it over my still rock hard erection. She then hopped up from her knees and climbed on top of me, her slight frame sitting on my stomach where I could feel the heat from her pussy against me. She leant forward and kissed me, her sweet mounds against my own chest, our nipples touching. I knew I was about to break every rule in the book but couldn’t help myself at the most wonderful loving situation we were in.
With a gentle movement I could feel the head of my cock against her cunt lips, already wet from her own juices. I was pleased as it meant she was turned on, but from reading many stories knew that it may still hurt her. It would also be the first for me to take a girl’s virginity. I kissed her tender lips telling her to stop at any time she wanted, but she assured me she knew what she was doing, and that having used tampons before as well as confessing to have masturbated she was sure she would be OK. She pushed herself against me, slipping her hand between our bodies to part her lips and guide me into her. She gasped as the head entered, enjoying the pleasure that came with the pain as her lips stretched around me. The heat was intense and I helped steady her by grabbing her ass cheeks, squeezing them gently. Another little push had me a further inch in and I was now worried that the situation would take over me and I would cum prematurely like an over excited teenager. Concentrating I managed to get back in control and moved my manhood in and out of the first few inches of her tight pussy as her own lubrication continued to flow. We continued this for a while as she got used to the feeling, enough to sit up slightly as she grabbed her own tits, looking down at me and smiled.
“This is nice Dad” she said as she continued the gentle movement of her groin, “is it good for you too?” she asked.
“Sweet baby it feels a bit too good” I said as I continued to insert just the first couple of inches of my cock, feeling the pleasure of the pressure of her tight cunt on me.
I could see from her flushed cheeks and the spreading colour across her chest that she was experiencing more pleasure than pain and it was a massive turn on. Slowing for a brief second her determined eyes stared straight at me as she put her hands on my chest, thrusting herself down onto my pole, burying it in her virgin cunt down to my balls. She let out a short scream as I hit home but started to ride me straight away. Thrusting gently at first but getting faster I could sense her first orgasm with me was about to happen as I met her strokes hearing our bodies smack together, made louder with the wetness now between us.
As she started to cum I could hold on no longer and we joined together in the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my life, our bodies writhing together as our pleasure flowed over our bodies. Chloe planted a big kiss on my lips as we laid together, her chest heaving against my own as I felt her soft breasts between us, her body shaking slightly from the orgasm that had just happened. I could feel her juices between my legs as my cock was still inside her hot pussy. Burying her head into the nape of my neck she hugged me and thanked me for being so gentle and suggested that perhaps we go bathe again to clean up. I agreed and after a few minutes enjoying the closeness we rose from our position and I carried her upstairs where I ran a nice hot bath with plenty of bubbles to which we both climbed into in order to relax and clean up after our first sexual encounter together.

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