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(All of my stories are my erotic fantasies... written down for your enjoyment. Many of my fantasy plot lines--admittedly--probably shouldn't happen in real life.
Should female employees have to work naked? have to be manhandled? have to have casual sex? just to finally achieve equality with males?
Probably not.
Should sweet little college cuties conspire to ensnare their fathers into a web of sexual seduction?
Definitely not.
The below is only a fantasy.
So enjoy it!)
I finally took my laptop off my lap and set it down on the little white plastic table. I finally had to admit to myself that I could not concentrate on my work... not with my daughter, Maddie, and her very best friend, Erika, splashing around right in front of me in their tiny, bright blue bikinis in my equally bright blue pool.
The nineteen-year-olds thought of themselves as sisters--and I could see it. Both looked younger than their years, both with shoulder-blade length brown hair, pretty brown eyes, and those "blossoming into womanhood" teenage girl figures... their presumably strawberry-topped cupcakes probably averaging a mere 33 B.
But I could see quite a lot of their cupcakes--along with the rest of their slender figures. They had calculatedly waited until my wife left for her all-day conference to break out--and climb into--their boldly minimalist bathing suits. Their bikinis consisted of tiny blue triangles that barely clung to their hard-button nipples, their feminine mounds, and their delightful bubble butt-cracks.
I was very much aware that I wasn't supposed to be enjoying my daughter quite this way. So I came up with this amazing justification:
If I was the proud cultivator of a prize-winning rose, shouldn't I be allowed to enjoy its beauty?
Of course, prize-winning roses don't have gently-kissable faces, bouncily bitable breasts, tummies still begging for daddy-tickles, boldly-protruding lower triangles, curvily-spankable bottoms--nor do they have those gangly-long yet sweetly-shaped teen girl legs.
The girls knew that I was now openly and intently watching. There was suddenly an awful lot of blushing and giggling accompanying all of the splashing. There were deliberately floaty breasts presented at more quiet times--and then both would turn away and provide pleasant rear views of two pairs of smooth yet firm blue-thonged bottoms.
Finally, the girls took a break. They were leaning on the middle of the long side of the pool to catch their breaths--facing me.
"Daddy? We have something to ask you."
I stood up. It felt good to stretch and walk around--considering a certain stiffening within my swim trunks.
I stood over my girls.
"What is it, honey?"
Erika giggled. "Can I be your honey too?"
I smiled. "Right now... both of you are my sweet, sweet honeys."
I looked down into that face. Where my daughter had a unique look that combined intelligence beyond her years with a yet-girlish innocence--
--Erika had a sharper, more defined, very womanly look. Her half-lidded bedroom eyes and her off-kilter grin implied that she was constantly thinking of nothing but the naughtiest of naughty thoughts.
And I was definitely feeling the same--and definitely hoping that I wasn't showing it!
Both honeys giggled at me.
Had they noticed my glance towards the obviously-expanding tent of my swim shorts?
Erika looked at Maddie. Maddie seemed to be lip-bitingly deliberately not looking back.
"Maddie's supposed to asking this, so I'll ask in her voice: Daddy? In school our pool is very private, and we swam very naked. Can we swim all-naked here? Is that okay?"
And Erika prettily batted those deep, innocent, fawn-on-your-back-lawn, soulful brown eyes at me.
"Naked?'" I exclaimed. The word escaped almost involuntarily. Simply enunciating that word while standing over two nearly-naked cuties only increased my embarrassing male reaction.
I had to stop myself from daintily folding my hands over my trunks.
Several slow, deep breaths later...
"Well; no one's around. Of course: you'll want me to leave..."
"Daddy..."
Now the "Daddy" voice was coming from the appropriate honey.
"Is it okay if you stay? I mean... you've seen naked girls before! We would both just feel a lot more comfortable with you watching over us."
Maddie looked to me, than glanced away. Her face was reddened, and I knew it wasn't from sunburn.
"You want this, honey? You're really okay with this?"
Still not looking at me. "I'm more than just a big girl, Dad. I'm growing as a woman. We have so much fun splashing around in private without our suits on. It would be so cool if a real man that we both know and trust and that we both love was watching over us."
I turned to Erika. "'both love...?'"
It was her turn for that sunburned look. She stared up defiantly.
"You must know that I've had a serious, long-time crush on you. You are such a good--and good-looking--sweet, sweet man. Maddie tells me how you still give her those really 'big hugs;' and I think: I so want to feel his arms wrapped around me; I want him to 'big hug' me too!"
A strangely warm feeling of embarrassment mixed with an assured arousal swept over me. Somehow, we had swiftly moved beyond two naughty girls merely talking about getting naked to a sweet young woman openly admitting her long-held desire to be held close and tight... by me.
I sighed.
"Okay." Another deep breath. "Let's make this fun!"
What was going on with me? My head was swelling... all right: both heads!
"Tops or bottoms first?" I pondered my own question. "I say bottoms. Girls: get close to the edge--peel those little bottoms off--then hand them up to me."
I was getting giddy. My heart was pounding.
And I was definitely going straight to Hell!
Two of the sweetest faces--suddenly wearing such shocked expressions--gazed up at me.
Maybe it was because I felt that I was in some position of power. Those sweet, trusting faces were about level with my ankles.
"Da-ad," Maddie spoke slowly. "What are you doing?"
I looked into her own doe eyes. "I'm giving my girls--both of my sweet, sweet honeys--exactly what they want."
"Let's go!" Erika reached down. Her eyes never left mine. "Your dad is getting into it: what's wrong with that? We are all gonna have some sweet, sexy fun!"
After some twisty, bodily contortions that were most pleasant to watch: Erika proffered up her wet bottoms.
Now I had to squat down to collect the first offering. I was closer to the girls, but I was also in a position less likely to see skin bared.
"Madeline..." I raised my brows. I was trying to be cute.
Maddie reached down. She too was staring at me the whole time.
"I cannot believe, that my own father--"
(her bikini bottoms were now in hand)
"--is actually asking me to strip naked!"
I took both girls' wet bottoms. I turned around briefly and deposited them on the edge of the chair behind me.
"I'm only giving you girls what you want. And now what I want are your little tops."
Maddie and Erika exchanged a lip-licking look. This was it. I didn't know what they had been expecting. Was I supposed to have blushed furiously? Got angry? Laughed it all off?
Oh no. I was--as Erika had observed--very breathlessly, very much "getting into it."
Both girls reached behind as they now kept eyes locked on each other. Shoulder straps were peeled off. They both took deep breaths...
I was simultaneously handed two very wet, very tiny, bikini bras.
I stood. Looking down--the girls had both pressed their now totally bare bodies against the pool wall--I nonetheless had a fantastic view of four curvy, rippled under the water sweet-cheeks.
"What are you... doing with our suits?" Erika was sounding just a little nervous.
"Hanging them up in the pool bath. From now on, until you're done taking your showers, you two are now officially 'clothes-free.' You wanted it: you got it."
I turned at the door. "Please let go of the wall. You both got naked to have fun. Start splashing around... nice and free. I want to see my naked honeys having some naked fun!"
As I hung up the girls' bikinis over the shower door:
"Oh my god! What the sweet fuck am I doing?!"
As I returned, I put on my brave face for my girls.
My naked teenage girls.
My naked little girl.
I sat back down. I reasoned that it would not do to appear to be towering over them; observing the nude pair as if I were a king and my wenches had stripped for me.
The girls had been waiting for my return. They were now stretched out; holding on to the far side of the pool, presenting me with exceptionally long legs and bare bottoms.
They started kicking.
In-between the sounds of high-pitched giggles and the sights of foamy splashes, I had quite a view of everything my girls possessed between those long, lovely legs.
It was no mystery to me as to why most primates, as well as primitive man, entered their females from behind. I was now gazing upon the reason.
Between a girl's legs, and just under her rear portal, lies a veritable landscape of folds and furrows, of bold hillocks and secret valleys of pink and purple female genitalia.
From the front--a view that I had not enjoyed just yet--a girl might present only a delicate, girlish slit of possibly puffy lips. From behind...
I was throbbing. I tried not to enjoy the sight of my own not-so-little girl's bared girl-parts... but how could I not? She was--with legs spread--deliberately presenting herself to me. She had her reasons. She would tell me when she was ready.
After so much splashing that some of the water was lapping at my lounger, the girls let go. They turned as one toward me.
They were still blushing--or maybe their faces were only red from their exertions. Nevertheless, they bobbed along as they strolled toward the pool steps, just a few feet to my left.
I watched as two pairs of soft, pink-tipped breasts gently bobbed with each step, with every wave that the girls' legs had created.
"You're getting out?" I nearly squeeked that out.
I cleared my throat.
"If you're getting out" that sounded more manly "then I should go."
"No Dad," Maddie replied. "We're here to have fun. And we're having fun being naked for you... only for you. Why stop now?"
I had no good answer.
Erika gripped the one railing to her left. Maddie rose up on her own, to Erika's right.
They were holding hands.
How could I not compare this vision to twin Venuses rising wet and naked from the sea?
Four pretty breasts--still heaving--were glistening and dripping. Four pinkish nipples looked tight and hard.
Then: soft tummies with dimpled little belly buttons. Even at these young ladies' age, such bellies plus such buttons should still be prime territory for "no Daddy!" tickles and girlish giggles.
Finally their sopping wet, matted thatches of dark hair... and the first presentation of those plumpish, girlish, lower lips.
I think I actually sighed... out loud. Both girls had obviously made an effort to trim their bushes in unison. Both roughly triangular furry patches extended upward from about mid-slit.
I had to wrench my gaze away from those sacred jungle lands. I looked directly into my daughter's eyes.
As she stepped up and out and onto the cool deck surface, she never took her eyes from mine.
I mouthed: 'love you so much.'
She mouthed it back.
Erika was missing nothing.
"What about me, Mr. Thomas? Do you love me too?"
The wet nude teens were now standing next to each of my feet.
I looked Erika over, from her toes to the top of her head, as if my evaluation of her nude form would tip the scales toward my affirmation.
"I do love you. You are the sweetest, most special girl I know... besides you know who! You've been such a wonderful, special friend to my Maddie... her bestest friend ever."
I took a longer, more deliberate look at her pouty slit and then her perky breasts--before I finally redirected my male gaze all the way back up to her smiley face.
I grinned back.
"You are very special."
"Thank you for noticing... all of me!"
"How could I not?"
"If you two are done...?"
It was my equally wet and naked daughter.
I tried to maintain eye contact.
I failed.
I bit my lips.
She was drop dead fucking totally gorgeous and totally naked... for me.
"And thank you for finally noticing ME!"
I shook my head in a slow daze of wonder.
"How could I not? I love you so much... and now I love all of you!"
I blushed hot to the point of sweating--how could I say that?!--but Maddie gave me a Erika-sizes grin.
She turned to Erika.
"We're wet and naked... so... "
Both nude girls knelt, somewhat awkwardly, onto my chaise lounge; stradling my legs with theirs.
They sat down on my legs, one girl below each knee. They stared in the general direction of my trunks.
"What are... what are you gonna do!"
"Get you naked first," Erika replied, "then wet."
"You can't!" I was nearly shouting. "Maddie... you... you've never seen me!"
"I did, Dad," she said quietly. She reached for one of my drawstrings.
"I was always under the bubbles," I weakly protested.
Erika had already untied things.
"I saw it through the bubbles... once or twice."
"I am so sorry!"
"Don't be. I liked it!"
They had my trunks tugged down to about bush level. I pressed my butt into my chair to forestall further lowering.
"When you stopped taking your bubble baths with me, I actually cried. I knew that I had lost my little girl."
Maddie leaned down and kissed me.
"I will always be your little girl. And now, I'm a woman. Now you have both versions of me.
What I saw... It brought up these crazy feelings! I kind of smushed those feelings into feelings for guys my own age. But I never-ever lost those feelings for you.
Wanna see you now."
The girls tugged. Can a man say "no" to two naked teenage ladies?
I gave up.
"God!"
"He is beautiful!"
"Look at that... he likes us!"
I squirmed. "I am so embarrassed."
"Don't be," Erika said. They pulled my trunks completely off and tossed them.
"You are a beautiful man."
I was silent and red-faced as the two nudes set out pulling my legs apart. I now had each foot on the cool deck.
"Asking again: what are you going to do?"
The girls awkwardly squatted--each over a knee.
"We're gonna have fun, Dad. We're gonna have fun."
I had never felt... so supremely, so mortally embarrassed. My hardened penis was flopped up at an angle against my pubic hair... more or less pointed towards my belly button. I was somehow most ashamed that my sloppy, swollen nut-sack was so brazenly exposed to my girls' view.
The girls' stares were palpable. I was sweating so hard.
"Thomas."
My daughter's use of my name startled me out of my naked misery.
"We are two naked women. Tell us what you want."
I let out the deepest breath.
"I'm yours. I am all yours. Do what you want."
They looked at each other. A silent communication.
With a minimum of additional effort-slash-awkwardness, each girl spread her pretty legs. Each girl lowered herself onto a knee.
They started rocking.
"This is how we're gonna get you wet. Daddy," Erika started.
"Daddy Thomas," my sweet daughter finished.
I could do nothing more than lie back and watch.
Or could I do more?
My hands rose, tentatively.
My right hand lightly caressed Erika's still pool-wet thigh.
My left hand reluctantly slid over Maddie's own wet thigh.
My daughter.
My own daughter's smooth, wet, warm and naked thigh.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. With my eyes closed, we were one. Just one hot wet body enjoying the scents of the pool, of the heated air... and the scents of our sweated bodies.
Yes: the girls' bodies were automatically adjusting themselves to the prospect of slippery sex.
Twin scents of sweet sweat and of even sweeter feminine arousal mixed nicely and filled the hot moist air.
Two pretty, stark naked, teenage college girls were fuck-humping each of my bony knees with their sticky-wet pink flowing bumps and purple-y pouty lips.
I was somewhere way, way beyond hard.
I gazed up at the stuccoed ceiling of the lanai. My gaze upward was following the general direction of my penis.
But I had to look... if only peripherally.
Two slick and slightly sweaty girl-bodies bouncing pretty little breasts up and down and up and down. Their mouths opening and closing... soft lips continuously licked by darting tongues.
Then the girls started cumming.
They too gazed upward, but with eyes closed, as if the radioactivity of their hot orgasms would enable them to see through their closed eyelids.
"Ah... ahh... oh oh AHHH!"
(and)
"Oh sweet, sweet, fuck-fuck-FUCK!"
I felt the humping slow. I heard the twin sharp breaths turn to two long soft sighs.
I opened my eyes. Two smiling faces like the faces of naked angels coming to take me to some hitherto unknown eternal paradise of erotic female delights were hovering over me.
"Sorry we got you all messy!" That was Erika.
"Well," I replied, "I only feel stickiness around my knee areas."
I was trying so hard to be cool. Speaking of hard...
"Are we going to address that issue?" My daughter was speaking to her nude friend. They both began studying my erection with near-clinical interest.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I interjected. (I sounded like I was commanding horses!)
"Neither one of you are going there!"
Erika shook her pretty head. Her long brown hair was still stringy wet. She still looked fucking fantastic.
"We ARE going there. We all love each other, and we're all naked. The only difference among us is that YOU haven't gotten happy."
The girls spread my long legs even farther apart. Erika knelt between them, pressing down on the slats of the lounger. Then Maddie got behind her. My naked daughter wrapped her arms--and her thighs--around her naked friend.
She held on so tight. They were both so wet, so beautiful... so nude.
"I've wanted you for so long, Thomas. Not as long as your daughter has wanted you."
"What're you gonna do?" I sputtered.
"We're both making love to you, Dad. You'll be deep inside the body of a lady that you love. And my body will be wrapped around that same very special naked lady."
"Can't... can't... " I shook my head.
They ignored me.
They had me.
I was helpless.
"Hold it up for me. Come on... it's beautiful. So long and lean and knarly... just like you."
I could not pull my eyes away from Erika's. She had me... spellbound.
I must have held it up, because...
... I will not say that Erika squatted down. Goddesses don't squat. She lowered herself... no: it was more like her the form of pink body simply flowed over mine.
I was suddenly inside her.
"No, no, no."
Was that from me? I clung to a whisper of sense; to the certain knowledge that I was cheating.
"It's not wrong, Dad. Look at me: I am wrapped around my best friend. I can feel her heart beat just under her breast. I want to feel the throbbing of your own heart deep inside of her."
I swallowed so hard. I mouthed:
'Your mom... '
"She knows that you love Erika. She sees the way you look at her... and at me! She does not want to deny you a chance to truly express your love."
I tried to say: 'what?'
I tried to say: 'how?'
But my body had taken over. My body was inside Erika. She was doing all the work: humping and pumping and squeezing and smiling down at me.
I could no longer think.
So I let myself go.
I lifted my ass off the lounger and thrust myself as deeply as I could into my daughter's teenaged girlfriend's tight wet slippery hot cunt.
"Fuck!" I shouted. I hoped that the neighbors were not out. It was a rare, hot day for early Fall.
"Fuck me you sweet man!"
(Erika seemed to agree with my own fucking sentiments.)
"Fill me up with your hot, hot cum!"
I did what I was told. I could no longer even think about the possibility of holding back.
I closed my eyes.
I let my mind go.
I let my body go.
I could feel myself, pouring myself out, filling her so deeply, that it seemed for a moment that the propellant force of all my juices released at once were making us both weightless.
For a moment, I was lifting Erika as a naked offering up into the welcoming sky.
But what goes up...
... must eventually come down.
Erika eased herself off of me so slowly, so sensuously, that even that freeing of oh-so-intimate contact would have been enough to make me come again...
... if I had been about twenty years younger!
I fell back. I stared off to my right, into the hot blue cloudless sky.
I was in a post-coital daze, somewhere between "OMG that was incredible!" and "I am a disgusting cheating slob!"
I heard Erika's voice.
"Is he okay?"
"He's in some kind of daze," Maddie observed. "God: if he was any older, you might've killed him!"
I wanted to say "Hey" followed by some smart remark.
I couldn't.
The girls stood up. They each took an arm and pulled me up. They walked me into the pool bath.
I was like some kind of walkable, posable, naked Ken doll.
Maddie turned on the shower and tested the water.
"Good," she proclaimed. Erika led me in.
The two nude teens rubbed in lavender body wash all over their sticky hot bods first; then rinsed off.
Then they did me.
In the real world, showering with two naked teenaged girls should have been my decades-old fantasy come true.
This was no longer the real world.
They rubbed the body wash all over me.. every square inch. One girl held my genitals up and out as the other got under it all. One girl spread my rear cheeks as the other cleaned up a bit inside.
Having finally had enough of Miss Erika, I turned and took in my naked daughter's body so dispassionately. She was a little thin... I did not like seeing her ribcage. Her nipples were very hard. Her aureole seemed surprisingly large and too reddish for my tastes.
Her pussy lips were a bright pink, only slightly sloppy, and mostly closed.
Her ass, when she turned, was so cute and round and perky, that I had to smile. I had never-ever spanked her... I was definitely thinking about spanking her now.
"He's smiling," Erika observed. They had finished drying me off. We were now in the hallway outside Maddie's room.
"That's a good sign. You're still with us, Dad?"
I think I nodded.
The girls got dressed in front of me. All they put on were teeny-tiny bright pink short-shorts, and tight white tees.
No underwear was in sight.
Sort of dressed, they marched to the front door. I followed, about ten feet behind.
I was still naked when Maddie opened the door.
I saw our lawn, our hedges, our quiet suburban street. I saw the house across the way, where old Mrs. Miller still lived after Charlie passed last year.
Did I mention I was still quite naked?
"Is he gonna snap out of this?" Erika asked. She bit her lip.
"He's okay. He's doing a Cameron from 'Ferris Bueller;' and he's also getting over an extreme case of the guilts," said Maddie.
"And some fantastic sex," added Erika. "Wait... Cameron who??"
(Erika was apparently not a older movie fan.)
Maddie stepped back to me.
"Dad? Did you do it out of love?"
I nodded.
"Then it's okay."
She kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. "Fortress of Solitude. I'll be back in thirty."
"Can I get dressed?" I sounded so dopey.
"Uh-uh." She glanced downstairs. "But please put a towel under you--in case there's still leakage."
I meekly waved goodbye as the door closed. My daughter, my sweet baby girl, had just studied my currently flaccid penis and warned me about potential "leakage."
I took a mostly dry towel out of the hamper. I laid it out on the bottom sheet of Maddie's bed. I climbed in. I pulled the top sheet and her pretty blue/white patterned comforter over my naked body.
How was this "the Fortress of Solitude?" Back when Maddie was briefly obsessed by the common concept of monsters somehow squeezed into the ten-inch space under her bed, I had her watch the original, Christopher Reeve as 'Superman' movie.
Afterwards, I would pretend to be Superman to her Lois Lane. I would fly her all over Metropolis (mostly our first-floor living room and kitchen) and then up into her bedroom.
Once she was safely under the covers, I would convince her that no monsters--or escaped Kryptonian criminals--could harm her.
I felt a stinging in the back of my eyes that I angrily blinked off. What had I come to? I was naked in my own daughter's bed, waiting for her to come home to me.
Time passed by at some kind of Super-rate. I heard the front door re-open and close.
"Maddie?" I tried to sound manly. I thought that I sounded more like Mickey Mouse!
"Just wait for me, Dad."
"What are you doing?"
"Getting naked for you, silly."
But of course.
She strolled in. She put her hands on her hips; her long girlish legs boldly opened. Maddie blushed a little and barely stifled a giggle as she then turned to give me a brief rear view.
"What do you think?"
I so love all of the lines of a girl. I so loved Maddie's lines.
In back, the line of her spine briefly dissolved into flesh before it reappeared between her sweet cheeks.
Maddie was naturally athletic. In front, the line of her ribcage started between her breasts--only slightly stifled by her flat tummy with that cute little button.
Then her body-line again became boldly defined by her thick triangle of fur, which pointed like an arrow to her now only slightly puffy, gently protruding pink folds.
"You are fucking-sexy-naked-beautiful!"
I breathed those four words out as one.
Maddie laughed out loud. She climbed into bed--and climbed on top of me. Her soft kitty parts were pressed into my lower belly. Her remarkably kitty-like fur was tickling my own belly button.
I held my breath as I felt a damned, unwanted stirring down below.
"At least," Maddie said as she leaned over me, "you didn't say that I reminded you of Mom!"
We kissed.
"You remind me of me!" I blurted out. I blushed. "You're so long and lean... but much more athletic than me. It's really your kissable face--"
We kissed again.
"--that reminds me of your mother."
Maddie grinned.
"Speaking of your mother..."
She sighed. "Mom and I have been taking showers together. We kiss and touch and... we make each other happy."
That bold statement--that she must have been holding inside for so long--came out as one expelled breath.
I paused.
"How long?"
"Since just before I left for school this time. She was going to work; I had that temp job...
It started out so fun and innocent, Dad!
Then... we were both looking at each other--like for the first time--and complimenting each other.
It just... it was all just so natural."
I nodded. "I understand. You are both so special, so beautiful, so full of love.
I understand."
Maddie actually started crying. "You understand! I love you so much!"
She collapsed on top of me.
She was my little girl, and she needed comfort. But she was also a beautiful woman... a beautiful naked woman.
I could not help my obvious response.
"Wow, Dad." She wiped away her tears. "So soon again, at your age?"
I ignored her. "Was it your mother's idea: setting me up with Erika? Was I supposed to 'get her out of my system?'"
"Something like that. Love is always complicated, Dad. You love Erika, she's crazy about you, and Mom and I love you to like... infinity and beyond!
Mom knows that... I've wanted you for so long. I won't lie--but I won't go into details--there's been a few guys. One was my age; one was more like your age.
But I never stopped wanting you."
I was at a loss.
"But... being with Erika. And my own daughter!"
Maddie was quiet for a while.
"Mom told me about the time... you both were with other people... you almost broke up."
I bit down hard.
"You were never supposed to know that! It was fifteen years ago! Your mom--we--lost a baby boy--"
"--and she lost it," Maddie filled in.
Just saying those words again: "baby boy." It was like little bees stinging the backs of my eyeballs.
"She didn't think she was worth anything as a woman anymore. She was... with younger men... to try to... recapture something."
"And you?"
"I stayed in the city for a while."
"And you?" Maddie repeated.
She knew the story--she wanted to hear it from me.
"There was a very professional... professional lady. I spent a few evenings with her. And a few thousand dollars."
I looked at Maddie, her naked body hovering over my own. I tried to ignore my daughter's bite-sized nipples atop her delightfully well-presented little breasts.
Instead I stared directly into those big brown eyes.
"Why bring this up? Why now?"
"Because we made it through all that together... as a family. And we will again. This time: you have two very grownup ladies who want to love you... in every possible way.
We will work it all out again--together."
Maddie leaned down again and kissed me. This time... it was a softly lingering kiss.
She kissed her way down my chest.
She kissed her way down my belly.
She kissed her way down.
"Maddie!" I was admittedly wailing. "We can't!"
She looked up at me. She had made a tent of sheet and blanket.
"It looks like we can! You're gonna hafta get used to me loving you this way--emotionally, intellectually--and now physically! We're only gonna do this kind of thing for now. We'll do... lots of other things... when Mom is kind of... supervising."
Her voice was getting muffled as she ruffled and kissed and played with my messy hair down there... with her mouth.
"Show me how much love you have inside you, Daddy. Oh god: I wanna swallow you all up!"
And then my daughter, the sweet little girl who I used to "fly" around the house--looked right into my eyes--as she took my hardening penis full and deep and all the way into her soft wet mouth.
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