Fateful Christmas
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Fateful Night
by wyspr26 ( )
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Athletic daughter comes home to find her dad pleasuring
himself, only to open a door that changes both of their
lives forever. (MF/f-teen, ped, inc, reluc, 1st, bi)
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I was home alone one evening. My wife was out with the
girls and my daughter was doing a sports party at
school. I took the opportunity to break out my old porn
tapes and watch a few. About midway through the first
one, I heard the front door unlock and open. I quickly
turned of the tape and started flipping through
channels.
"Daddy?" came a voice. It was my daughter, come home
early. "You home?"
"Yes, baby," I called. "How did it go?"
"It was ok," she replied. She shrugged off her gym bag
and her jacket. "It got boring, so I came home." She
plopped down beside me. "What are you watching?"
"Oh, nothing," I lied. "I'm just flipping through
channels."
"Thinking about going camping, daddy?" she giggled.
"Nice tent you've erected."
I looked down, noticed my erection. I started turning
red.
"It's ok, daddy. I'd go camping with you any day."
She got up, placed a hand on my erection, kissed me on
the cheek, and headed upstairs. While I recovered from
her touch, I heard her run a shower. Minutes later, I
heard her call for me. Carefully, I entered the
bathroom.
"Daddy, can you wash my back?" she asked, sounding
innocent.
"Sure, baby." I replied. I could see her outline
through the curtain, and I couldn't help being very
turned on. She stuck her hand out of the shower,
handing me the soapy wash cloth, and opened the shower
curtain up wide enough for me to reach in. She'd pulled
her hair to one side so that it wouldn't interfere. I
took the soapy rag and began washing her back, taking
time to cover every inch.
"Can you... go lower?" she asked.
I did as she requested, but I dropped the rag, washing
her round cheeks with my bare hand. I made a bold move
and slipped a finger between her cheeks. This was
rewarded with a moan from her.
"All done," I told her.
"Thanks, daddy." she replied, bending over to retrieve
the rag. In that moment, I caught a glimpse of her
maturing pussy that I assumed was still virgin. Content
with my view, I turned to leave.
"Umm... daddy?" came her sweet voice. "Can you do my
front too?"
I paused.
"Please?" she seemed to plead.
In this moment, I knew that my life was about to change
in a big way. Was this planned? Had she wanted this all
along? I couldn't be this fortunate. I turned around
and took the plunge.
"How about if I join you?" I suggested.
"I was hoping you would." I could hear the smile in her
voice. I undressed and stepped into the shower with
her.
"I think you need a place to stick your tent pole,
daddy," she said, regarding my erection.
I took the rag and lathered soap into it. She put her
hands behind her head, allowing me full access. I began
washing her neck and chest, taking extra care on her
supple breasts. I'd noticed how much she'd grown over
the years, and now at 16, I could tell that as she got
older, her breasts would only get bigger. Even more so
once she got pregnant. As I got to her stomach, she
took the rag from me.
"You don't need this anymore," she spoke softly. "Just
use your hand."
I put some soap on my hand and continued down. I was
expecting to feel a little tuft of hair, but to my
surprise there wasn't any. She kept herself shaven. It
was a pleasant surprise. I looked up at her to see her
smiling. She moaned as I slipped a finger between her
lips and brushed her clit. I stood back and let the
water wash all over her body. My hands rubbed any last
traces of soap away.
She was breathing hard and I could almost hear her
heart racing. Without warning, she took my face in her
hands and kissed me. Her lips were warm and wanting.
Her tongue pleaded for mine and I gave it to her. My
erection poked at her abdomen, looking for a place to
go. My daughter lifted a leg and wrapped it around my
waist. As I picked her up, I looked her and asked, "Are
you sure?"
She nodded. "Yes, daddy," she whispered between
breaths.
I pointed my cock between her lips and found her hole.
Before I knew it, I was shaft deep inside her. She'd
thrust herself onto me. She let out a quiet shriek and
dug her fingers into my back. I heard her pant and
breath through the pain. I was surprised at the ease
that I slipped in. She was tight and I knew I was
stretching her, but I was slightly disappointed. She
wasn't a virgin. I was too wrapped in the moment to let
that thought discourage me. My cock was deep inside my
own daughter!
"I love you, daddy," she whimpered.
I looked at her and she was crying. I couldn't tell if
it was from the pain or from the emotion.
"I love you, too," I replied. I felt no guilt because I
truly loved her. Still holding her, I began slowly
pumping in and out of her. She gasped and moaned at
each thrust, rocking her hips against mine. She begged
me to go faster. I did so. Her squeals and moans became
louder. The faster I went, the louder she got. It
wasn't long before I felt my own orgasm coming. I
didn't know what to do.
"I'm going to cum soon," I spoke.
She only smiled and kissed me.
"Do it in me, daddy."
"But, what if..."
She stopped me with a kiss.
"If I do, I want it to be yours," she spoke. "That's
how much I love you."
I thrust in her deeper and harder. She met my thrusts
with her own. Finally, I pushed my cock deep and
exploded inside her. She orgasmed, squealing at the
feeling of me spasming inside her. I got at least five
shots in her before she came back down. She kissed me
deeply, releasing me from her grip. I set her down
gently, caressing her body.
As we finished showering, she explained that she'd
taken her own virginity with her mother's dildo, the
same one I'd bought for her a couple years ago. She
told me she'd done it the week previous and that my
cock was the first real cock she'd ever felt.
"The only one I want to feel," she pointed out.
"Does your mother know about this?" I questioned.
"Yes," she smiled. "Mom gave it to me."
"But does she know about what we've done?"
"No... but she will," she smiled at me slyly.
*
It was the next night that my daughter made her move.
She was standing at our door, listening to us as my
wife and I made love. She'd listened to us before and
knew just how I got her mother spun up. At just the
right moment, she walked in and got in bed with us.
Without a word, she gave her mother a deep kiss and
caressed her breasts. I was pumping my wife at the
time, getting ready to give her a good helping of my
cum. My wife moaned at her daughter's touch. She broke
off the kiss and stood up on the bed, stepped over my
wife and squatted over her face. My wife needed no
invitation better than that. She began licking and
sucking on her daughter's pussy, exploring her lips
with her tongue and plunging it inside her.
As my wife was doing this, my daughter was kissing me
and letting me suck on her breasts. In no time, all
three of us were having our own orgasms. My wife was
spent and so was I, but our daughter wanted more. I
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After another busy hectic day, I settled down in front of the television to relax for a few minutes before bed. Watching the local news, I was intrigued by the promotion for the upcoming news program Nightline. Tonight’s program would have a report on “Hooking Up With Strangers.” I decided to stay up a little later than usual to watch the broadcast. Apparently, according to this report, it is a growing trend for clubbing couples to hook up with strangers they encounter during an evening of...
Voyeurgoing out to the bar was something i didnt do often. I usually was a more reserved type of guy .So on this night i dont know what lead me to a strip bar but there i was with a facefull of tittys and ass and throwing back shots of henny when suddenly i was approached by this beatiful woman by the name of red you see this woman was not any ordainary woman this woman knew what she wanted and knew what she liked she was a freak im talking the true def.....of nasty, sheliked objects in her ass she...
ESCAPISM: NIGHTINGALE I slobber on the thick, veiny cock in front of me. I slurp away like it's an ice-pop on the hottest day of summer. I'm dressed in a red plaid skirt, a white shirt with a matching plaid badge that reads "head girl', the neckline just low enough to reveal my leopard print bra. The skirt is riding high enough to reveal the matching thong and floral patterned holdup-stocking tops. The schoolgirl tie unravelled, limp and loosened under the collar. A silver shining...
Here’s a little fantasy tale inspired by the ever delightful and witty “Ali2teaseU”. Thanks Ali, not least for the honour of being able to use your pseudonym as one of my main characters. ****************************************************************** How the blazes did I end up here? I haven’t been to a Night Club in years and, even though it’s an ‘80’s Night, things have really changed. I admit I’m a fairly well presented guy in his mid-40’s but I’ve...
Wife LoversThe last song of the nightingale ? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Colonel Clara High ? ? I am an Female Empire's Senior Officer Lady and some handsome young prisoner is in love with Me...??So... We are making love in the Camp... every day...and night...?With the time I start to get bored with him...He things that I am his...forever...?can you imagine???When the day come...I send for him... ??? ?I am lying in the wide soft aromatised bed... and I am waitting for...
I m studying in Kota & preparing for Iit-Jee 2009 this incident took place last year when i went to my Aunt’s (mothers sister) house during summer vacation. My cousin brother is working in a call centre & is usually at work at night. When ever i used to go to my aunt’s home my bhabhi use to talk to me about the problems in their house and i used to listen it showing my keen interest in it. One night when my uncle & aunt had gone to SHIMLA on their 25th wedding anniversary my aunt was alone with...
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