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Aug 5, 1976
by Noelle O
It was my first leased home, and as I walked to the door I looked out of the window to see the purple and orange-drenched sunset stretching it’s luscious fingers across the surf and sand, leaving tiny diamonds in its path. There had been a soft knock at the door and I opened the door to the tall lanky man standing on my front porch. The deep summer wind tousled his graying hair attractively and his smile appeared framed, as if in portrait, against the rich background.
“Oh, hi " I said casually and smiled warmly. “Long time, no see.”
“Long story, tell you later.” He held out a bottle of my favorite Pinot hesitantly, and stood there smiling and waiting.
“Oh! I’m sorry, come on in, must’ve forgotten my manners. Want a sandwich and a drink?” I asked him as I waved him into my home. I took the wine.
“I’ll have a glass of that wine with you and maybe a ham sandwich. Got any?”
“Sure thing!” I answered, and his face brightened into a broad smile as I ushered him in. He looked around the open, casually beachy great room, complete with rattan furniture holding soft deep floral cushions, and the woven bamboo rug on the floor.
“MMMmmmmmm, nice work. You do this yourself?” He asked in soft amazement. I could tell he was impressed and I liked it.
“Yep,” I answered back. “All by my lonesome. Took me a long time, but when this came up, I just couldn’t resist. You know how much I always wanted a beach house.”
He stood there gazing out the window, and then at me. “I’ve missed you.” His tone was deep and sincere and his eyes also seemed deeper, maybe a little sad. I smiled and turned to go into the kitchen. I called back over my shoulder “Look around if you want to. I’ll be in here. Ham and cheese, right?” I waited for his answer, but there was none and I knew he had disappeared into the generous recesses of my home.
I put the wine in a bucket of ice to chill, and pulled out thick slices of sour dough bread and mayonnaise. I began to slice off generous portions of a honeybaked ham and sharp cheddar cheese I had purchased at the eclectic neighborhood market called Richards. I sliced some sweet peppers and mustard, then began to reach for a plate to put the sandwich on. Suddenly and very gently, I felt him behind me. Funny, I hadn’t heard him come through the kitchen.
His breath was warm and moist on the back of my neck, and his body was close to mine. I kept slicing the peppers and cucumbers. Then, I felt his hands slip around my waist. He caressed my abdomen through my loose beach dress, and then his big hands cupped my tits in his hands.
I stopped slicing cucumbers, gently laying the knife down.
“Oh no, Sweets, don’t stop, keep working.” He whispered softly into my ear as I began to lean back against him. His lips pressed on the curve of my neck as his body curved around my backside and up to my shoulder blades while I bent over to continue working. He came up hard and I could feel his long dick against my ass. I tried to arrange the food on his plate in an appetizing manner. I knew he liked it that way, but his hands continued to play with my tits as he murmured, “Go on baby, go on.” I made a poor excuse for working as his fingers began to unbutton the buttons on my light gauze dress. He started from the top and slowly worked his way down. When the last button had been undone, he opened the dress wide exposing my tits, tummy and pussy. He caressed his fingertips over my ready skin, teasing me from my puss to my teats. Then he pulled the dress from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor around my ankles.
My cunt began to drip juices as I waited for his touch to continue. When he took one nipple in either hand, they extended to their full long and hard length of at least an inch. He pinched and pulled them out further, and then held them in his open palms, enjoying their length and the way they’d bounce to his touch. I sighed and looked down at them responding to his touch, his fingertips sometimes pinching and rolling them, then sometimes pulling them. They became a little longer, creeping out on his palms like fat hard worms, and then curving up at the ends.
“Great teats,” he breathed into my ear. “Great teats baby.”
“Oh Daddy, OOOOHhhhhh-“ I moaned as a leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder.
“God how I’ve missed these teats Baby. My sweet little teats.” He pinched them, and then fondled my 34 DD tits. He tickled his fingers down my front to my pussy, causing me to suck my tummy in while he opened my lips and allowed my clit to stick out. He pulled on it gently. “I’ve missed this pussy so much...so much!” Daddy gasped. He could tell by my clit that I was getting ready to come fast, then and there.
I was near the brink, just about to the top when suddenly he pulled away and said “Okay, let’s eat!” I shook myself to attention and finished putting the sandwich together as I felt my climax subside while the sensation of my quickening body mounted. I was as hot as a rocket ready to take off and I was already fanning the next stage. I panted. My big tits felt completely erect, and my teats stuck out turgidly than I had seen them do in a long time. But then, Daddy always had that magic touch. He pushed on my tits playfully, and when they swung wantonly from side to side, he laughed, and did it again. I laughed also. My body was completely out of control and I was a happy slave to it.
Daddy sat down at the dining room table, looking with pleasure and lust at my nudity, and my wanton body waiting for him. He grinned.
I smiled, shrugged my shoulders, shakily set two long stemmed wine glasses on the table, then reached into the center of the table to pour the Pinot, and to light the huge vanilla candle. Daddy sat down and pulled at one of the teats, causing them to swing again. I blushed a little.
“So nice Titsie, so nice to be served dinner in the nude again. My own private nude, full service waitress.” I stood beside him as he looked me up and down appreciatively. I loved the way he took me in from head to toe, and I moved a little closer. I craved his attention. Daddy looked up at me, and took the outside of his fingers and caressed the outside of my pussy.
“Still shaving here huh?” He caressed his fingers against it’s smoothness and murmured “Nice. . . nice,” his eyes closing. “I just love smooth shaved pussies. Do you do it all the time, or just because you knew I was coming?”
“All the time Daddy, everyday, just like you to taught me. Everyday. I never know when you’re going to show up.” I looked at him in mock complaint.
“You don’t ask Fransisco to do it ever?”
“Sometimes, but not often,” I giggled. Remembering the hunk Daddy had left me with a few years before while he began a world marketing tour of post modern art. Daddy kept fondling my pussy until my point of pinkness again began to appear between the lips. He touched it lightly, and a shock careened up and down my spine, landing at its base. “OH!” I gasped.
“Put your hands on top of your head Titsie and turn slowly around for me to see you, to inspect you. I want to see how much you’ve grown. I began to seductively girate my hips for him and undulate my shoulders, while I turned slowly for him.
It was true. Over the last years my body had careened into generous proportions and exaggerations with my big tits, curvy behind, generous hips and tiny waist.
“God Baby those tits are a photographer’s dream. They look like they are suspended in mid air! They’re so big! Must’ve been all those good times we had, huh?”
I nodded my head yes. Ever since my daddy and I had started having sex, my tits had exploded from tiny breasts, and big nipples to the wildly bouncing firm tits I was showing him. I loved my body and how it responded to his appreciating, lusty ogle.
“I worked so hard on these,” he smiled admiringly while fondling them. “Still having problems being fitted for bras?”
“Yeah. Gave up a long time ago. Nothin out there fits without hurting and they’re always too tight.”
Daddy giggled. “You always refused bras and heaven only knew you needed one. Hell, you’d be out there running around on the beach, and these boobs swinging to high heaven! I finally nicknamed you ‘Titsie’. It was our little secret dirty name for you, but what fun. You loved it.” I laughed at the naughty little name that I liked so much. He paused while eyeing me up and down slowly and lustily. His eyes narrowed.
“And these?” He pressed my right teat between his thumb and forefinger and pulled me close to him. I offered him my other teat. “God I’d suck on these things. You were so responsive! They’d go right to the back of my throat, and I’d just suck and suck and they’d get bigger and --“ his voice trailed off as if in reverie. There was a long pause.
“Until I gave milk daddy” I giggled. But then a wistful place opened up inside my heart, as he pulled me down on his lap.
“Where were you? What happened?” I asked finally and timidly. Months of loneliness and questions flooded over me.
“Oh, well, I was back east for awhile. I told you I’d be gone for a long time, and I was. Then I had to go to Sweden to pick up some paintings. I thought those girls were big there, but they were really nothing compared to these.” He smiled and absently fondled each boob out to the tip of my nipples as he talked, first getting one hard, and then the other, as if they were having a contest.
“Yes, I do remember how you began to give milk. What a happy surprise. I thought I knew every thing there was to know about girls, but I never would have guessed that girls ,could after being married to your mom for so long, you think something like that would’ve happened with her, but never. Then, you, that one summer we spent together just you and I. You had gotten so big here.” Daddy continued to fondle my tits.
“I knew I was so close Titsie, that soon I was going to finally fuck you and at first I felt so bad and good at the same time.”
“I was old enough Daddy and I can't figure out why you'd feel that way. I wanted to have fun with you. I could hardly wait. I just plain wanted you to fuck me. When mom was on all of those business trips, it was I who'd take off all my clothes and parade nude in front of you, you always trying to avert your eyes. I wanted to be your slave. It was I who wanted it most.“
“I had been so patient Titsie, and I’d daydream about you having my baby even," Daddy returned softly, rubbing my tummy. "I wanted to put a baby right here." His hands were warm and tender.
I giggled and said. “Me too, and if you keep this up much longer, I’m going to give you a lot more than milk, I’m going to cum all over your nice pants too!” I felt a warm tingle in my tits.
“You still do that? The milk and all?” He asked a little embarrassed.
“You'd think it would go away, especially with you not around anymore, but it happens all the time. Not much like with us but a drip here and there I guess. Maybe more. They all seem to like it. Don’t seem to lose many uh, friends because of it.”
Daddy laughed and said “Some men love it. That’s why they come to you, and cum, because of this.” He had pinched a little drops of moisture onto my tips. “Sure, some men, just love this warmth, this caring, this sexiness, so natural, so you, so girly...” His voice trailed off as he looked into my eyes and smiled his warm smile of love. I like the way he loved my body even though it did some mighty strange things sometimes, like at that moment I was just about ready to ruin his immaculate khaki trousers with my cum.
“Hey Daddy, did you see my picture in “Photographer”?”. I was the profile picture with just a single drop at the tip of my teat. A couple of layouts like that, and some other freelancing, that’s what bought me this.” I looked around my home. Daddy picked up my wine glass and offered it to me. I took a couple of sips and suggested “Why don’t we save this for later?” With a twinkle in his eye, Daddy agreed.
I could see the sandwich wasn’t getting eaten sitting over on the counter, so I got up and served Daddy his sandwich. I sat down in the chair by his side, put my feet in his lap and asked, “Why didn’t you call me Daddy?” I had pretty much figured out there was someone else, probably younger than me by now. I searched his face for an answer.
“It was that damned art marketing tour, and it took months, just months. How long really?”
“Two years, Daddy, two years.” He hadn’t called, and there had been not so much as a birthday card. I knew that there was only one thing that would cause Daddy to do that, and it surely wasn’t art. “Just didn’t work out huh?” I purposely made my voice low and steady. I waited. I wanted him to trust me with his private information. Then,
“Well, no, actually, it didn’t work out, well uh, at least like I would have liked it to.“
“How old?”
“Old enough Titsie.” The tone of his voice told me this conversation was over, even if I didn’t want it to be. “AHHHH, come ‘er my sweet Titsie. There’s not a piece of ass, or tits like these better than yours in the whole wide world! And I swear there’s not a pussy that sprays as hot as yours! My protégé!” He laughed as he stretched his tall fit body out of the chair. He clutched my hand and walked me toward the bedroom.
I could hardly wait for him - his fingers, his tongue, his cock. God how I ached! He swung me onto the bed where I landed on my back and stretched wide and wantonly for him.
“Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck my pussy, right now,” I hissed. I couldn’t wait any longer. I began to finger my clit and moan, and it grew hard under my fingers and stuck up. “Kiss me Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me ‘til I die Daddy! Please!” I gasped and pleaded and writhed for release. The tension had mounted to the point of pain. Daddy bent over me and flicked my hands away from my cunt and watched.
“That's good baby. Your pussy's really good baby. What a hot little pussy.” Daddy took off his clothes, and when he got to his shorts, I could see the long hard erection, just for me. I pressed my pussy up in the air, looked at his dick and moaned “Daddy, pleeeeeeeese!”
“Am I the only one who can make you cum baby?” Daddy laughed.
“Yes! The only one daddy, the only --“ I panted.
“Good girl, very good. Is Daddy the only one who can make you spray like a wanton whore in heat?” He grinned even bigger.
“God, yes, daddy, you’re the only one who can make me spray. I’m just a whore Daddy, yourTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Aug 5, 1976
by Noelle O
It was my first leased home, and as I walked to the door I looked out of the window to see the purple and orange-drenched sunset stretching it’s luscious fingers across the surf and sand, leaving tiny diamonds in its path. There had been a soft knock at the door and I opened the door to the tall lanky man standing on my front porch. The deep summer wind tousled his graying hair attractively and his smile appeared framed, as if in portrait, against the rich background.
“Oh, hi " I said casually and smiled warmly. “Long time, no see.”
“Long story, tell you later.” He held out a bottle of my favorite Pinot hesitantly, and stood there smiling and waiting.
“Oh! I’m sorry, come on in, must’ve forgotten my manners. Want a sandwich and a drink?” I asked him as I waved him into my home. I took the wine.
“I’ll have a glass of that wine with you and maybe a ham sandwich. Got any?”
“Sure thing!” I answered, and his face brightened into a broad smile as I ushered him in. He looked around the open, casually beachy great room, complete with rattan furniture holding soft deep floral cushions, and the woven bamboo rug on the floor.
“MMMmmmmmm, nice work. You do this yourself?” He asked in soft amazement. I could tell he was impressed and I liked it.
“Yep,” I answered back. “All by my lonesome. Took me a long time, but when this came up, I just couldn’t resist. You know how much I always wanted a beach house.”
He stood there gazing out the window, and then at me. “I’ve missed you.” His tone was deep and sincere and his eyes also seemed deeper, maybe a little sad. I smiled and turned to go into the kitchen. I called back over my shoulder “Look around if you want to. I’ll be in here. Ham and cheese, right?” I waited for his answer, but there was none and I knew he had disappeared into the generous recesses of my home.
I put the wine in a bucket of ice to chill, and pulled out thick slices of sour dough bread and mayonnaise. I began to slice off generous portions of a honeybaked ham and sharp cheddar cheese I had purchased at the eclectic neighborhood market called Richards. I sliced some sweet peppers and mustard, then began to reach for a plate to put the sandwich on. Suddenly and very gently, I felt him behind me. Funny, I hadn’t heard him come through the kitchen.
His breath was warm and moist on the back of my neck, and his body was close to mine. I kept slicing the peppers and cucumbers. Then, I felt his hands slip around my waist. He caressed my abdomen through my loose beach dress, and then his big hands cupped my tits in his hands.
I stopped slicing cucumbers, gently laying the knife down.
“Oh no, Sweets, don’t stop, keep working.” He whispered softly into my ear as I began to lean back against him. His lips pressed on the curve of my neck as his body curved around my backside and up to my shoulder blades while I bent over to continue working. He came up hard and I could feel his long dick against my ass. I tried to arrange the food on his plate in an appetizing manner. I knew he liked it that way, but his hands continued to play with my tits as he murmured, “Go on baby, go on.” I made a poor excuse for working as his fingers began to unbutton the buttons on my light gauze dress. He started from the top and slowly worked his way down. When the last button had been undone, he opened the dress wide exposing my tits, tummy and pussy. He caressed his fingertips over my ready skin, teasing me from my puss to my teats. Then he pulled the dress from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor around my ankles.
My cunt began to drip juices as I waited for his touch to continue. When he took one nipple in either hand, they extended to their full long and hard length of at least an inch. He pinched and pulled them out further, and then held them in his open palms, enjoying their length and the way they’d bounce to his touch. I sighed and looked down at them responding to his touch, his fingertips sometimes pinching and rolling them, then sometimes pulling them. They became a little longer, creeping out on his palms like fat hard worms, and then curving up at the ends.
“Great teats,” he breathed into my ear. “Great teats baby.”
“Oh Daddy, OOOOHhhhhh-“ I moaned as a leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder.
“God how I’ve missed these teats Baby. My sweet little teats.” He pinched them, and then fondled my 34 DD tits. He tickled his fingers down my front to my pussy, causing me to suck my tummy in while he opened my lips and allowed my clit to stick out. He pulled on it gently. “I’ve missed this pussy so much...so much!” Daddy gasped. He could tell by my clit that I was getting ready to come fast, then and there.
I was near the brink, just about to the top when suddenly he pulled away and said “Okay, let’s eat!” I shook myself to attention and finished putting the sandwich together as I felt my climax subside while the sensation of my quickening body mounted. I was as hot as a rocket ready to take off and I was already fanning the next stage. I panted. My big tits felt completely erect, and my teats stuck out turgidly than I had seen them do in a long time. But then, Daddy always had that magic touch. He pushed on my tits playfully, and when they swung wantonly from side to side, he laughed, and did it again. I laughed also. My body was completely out of control and I was a happy slave to it.
Daddy sat down at the dining room table, looking with pleasure and lust at my nudity, and my wanton body waiting for him. He grinned.
I smiled, shrugged my shoulders, shakily set two long stemmed wine glasses on the table, then reached into the center of the table to pour the Pinot, and to light the huge vanilla candle. Daddy sat down and pulled at one of the teats, causing them to swing again. I blushed a little.
“So nice Titsie, so nice to be served dinner in the nude again. My own private nude, full service waitress.” I stood beside him as he looked me up and down appreciatively. I loved the way he took me in from head to toe, and I moved a little closer. I craved his attention. Daddy looked up at me, and took the outside of his fingers and caressed the outside of my pussy.
“Still shaving here huh?” He caressed his fingers against it’s smoothness and murmured “Nice. . . nice,” his eyes closing. “I just love smooth shaved pussies. Do you do it all the time, or just because you knew I was coming?”
“All the time Daddy, everyday, just like you to taught me. Everyday. I never know when you’re going to show up.” I looked at him in mock complaint.
“You don’t ask Fransisco to do it ever?”
“Sometimes, but not often,” I giggled. Remembering the hunk Daddy had left me with a few years before while he began a world marketing tour of post modern art. Daddy kept fondling my pussy until my point of pinkness again began to appear between the lips. He touched it lightly, and a shock careened up and down my spine, landing at its base. “OH!” I gasped.
“Put your hands on top of your head Titsie and turn slowly around for me to see you, to inspect you. I want to see how much you’ve grown. I began to seductively girate my hips for him and undulate my shoulders, while I turned slowly for him.
It was true. Over the last years my body had careened into generous proportions and exaggerations with my big tits, curvy behind, generous hips and tiny waist.
“God Baby those tits are a photographer’s dream. They look like they are suspended in mid air! They’re so big! Must’ve been all those good times we had, huh?”
I nodded my head yes. Ever since my daddy and I had started having sex, my tits had exploded from tiny breasts, and big nipples to the wildly bouncing firm tits I was showing him. I loved my body and how it responded to his appreciating, lusty ogle.
“I worked so hard on these,” he smiled admiringly while fondling them. “Still having problems being fitted for bras?”
“Yeah. Gave up a long time ago. Nothin out there fits without hurting and they’re always too tight.”
Daddy giggled. “You always refused bras and heaven only knew you needed one. Hell, you’d be out there running around on the beach, and these boobs swinging to high heaven! I finally nicknamed you ‘Titsie’. It was our little secret dirty name for you, but what fun. You loved it.” I laughed at the naughty little name that I liked so much. He paused while eyeing me up and down slowly and lustily. His eyes narrowed.
“And these?” He pressed my right teat between his thumb and forefinger and pulled me close to him. I offered him my other teat. “God I’d suck on these things. You were so responsive! They’d go right to the back of my throat, and I’d just suck and suck and they’d get bigger and --“ his voice trailed off as if in reverie. There was a long pause.
“Until I gave milk daddy” I giggled. But then a wistful place opened up inside my heart, as he pulled me down on his lap.
“Where were you? What happened?” I asked finally and timidly. Months of loneliness and questions flooded over me.
“Oh, well, I was back east for awhile. I told you I’d be gone for a long time, and I was. Then I had to go to Sweden to pick up some paintings. I thought those girls were big there, but they were really nothing compared to these.” He smiled and absently fondled each boob out to the tip of my nipples as he talked, first getting one hard, and then the other, as if they were having a contest.
“Yes, I do remember how you began to give milk. What a happy surprise. I thought I knew every thing there was to know about girls, but I never would have guessed that girls ,could after being married to your mom for so long, you think something like that would’ve happened with her, but never. Then, you, that one summer we spent together just you and I. You had gotten so big here.” Daddy continued to fondle my tits.
“I knew I was so close Titsie, that soon I was going to finally fuck you and at first I felt so bad and good at the same time.”
“I was old enough Daddy and I can't figure out why you'd feel that way. I wanted to have fun with you. I could hardly wait. I just plain wanted you to fuck me. When mom was on all of those business trips, it was I who'd take off all my clothes and parade nude in front of you, you always trying to avert your eyes. I wanted to be your slave. It was I who wanted it most.“
“I had been so patient Titsie, and I’d daydream about you having my baby even," Daddy returned softly, rubbing my tummy. "I wanted to put a baby right here." His hands were warm and tender.
I giggled and said. “Me too, and if you keep this up much longer, I’m going to give you a lot more than milk, I’m going to cum all over your nice pants too!” I felt a warm tingle in my tits.
“You still do that? The milk and all?” He asked a little embarrassed.
“You'd think it would go away, especially with you not around anymore, but it happens all the time. Not much like with us but a drip here and there I guess. Maybe more. They all seem to like it. Don’t seem to lose many uh, friends because of it.”
Daddy laughed and said “Some men love it. That’s why they come to you, and cum, because of this.” He had pinched a little drops of moisture onto my tips. “Sure, some men, just love this warmth, this caring, this sexiness, so natural, so you, so girly...” His voice trailed off as he looked into my eyes and smiled his warm smile of love. I like the way he loved my body even though it did some mighty strange things sometimes, like at that moment I was just about ready to ruin his immaculate khaki trousers with my cum.
“Hey Daddy, did you see my picture in “Photographer”?”. I was the profile picture with just a single drop at the tip of my teat. A couple of layouts like that, and some other freelancing, that’s what bought me this.” I looked around my home. Daddy picked up my wine glass and offered it to me. I took a couple of sips and suggested “Why don’t we save this for later?” With a twinkle in his eye, Daddy agreed.
I could see the sandwich wasn’t getting eaten sitting over on the counter, so I got up and served Daddy his sandwich. I sat down in the chair by his side, put my feet in his lap and asked, “Why didn’t you call me Daddy?” I had pretty much figured out there was someone else, probably younger than me by now. I searched his face for an answer.
“It was that damned art marketing tour, and it took months, just months. How long really?”
“Two years, Daddy, two years.” He hadn’t called, and there had been not so much as a birthday card. I knew that there was only one thing that would cause Daddy to do that, and it surely wasn’t art. “Just didn’t work out huh?” I purposely made my voice low and steady. I waited. I wanted him to trust me with his private information. Then,
“Well, no, actually, it didn’t work out, well uh, at least like I would have liked it to.“
“How old?”
“Old enough Titsie.” The tone of his voice told me this conversation was over, even if I didn’t want it to be. “AHHHH, come ‘er my sweet Titsie. There’s not a piece of ass, or tits like these better than yours in the whole wide world! And I swear there’s not a pussy that sprays as hot as yours! My protégé!” He laughed as he stretched his tall fit body out of the chair. He clutched my hand and walked me toward the bedroom.
I could hardly wait for him - his fingers, his tongue, his cock. God how I ached! He swung me onto the bed where I landed on my back and stretched wide and wantonly for him.
“Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck my pussy, right now,” I hissed. I couldn’t wait any longer. I began to finger my clit and moan, and it grew hard under my fingers and stuck up. “Kiss me Daddy! Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me ‘til I die Daddy! Please!” I gasped and pleaded and writhed for release. The tension had mounted to the point of pain. Daddy bent over me and flicked my hands away from my cunt and watched.
“That's good baby. Your pussy's really good baby. What a hot little pussy.” Daddy took off his clothes, and when he got to his shorts, I could see the long hard erection, just for me. I pressed my pussy up in the air, looked at his dick and moaned “Daddy, pleeeeeeeese!”
“Am I the only one who can make you cum baby?” Daddy laughed.
“Yes! The only one daddy, the only --“ I panted.
“Good girl, very good. Is Daddy the only one who can make you spray like a wanton whore in heat?” He grinned even bigger.
“God, yes, daddy, you’re the only one who can make me spray. I’m just a whore Daddy, yourTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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