Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "Still love me, even if I do make you late?" Bridget asked, bussing Deborah on the lips.

  "Fuck it, you're worth the wait," Deborah laughed as they headed to the elevator and down to their car.

  The Condo Brooke and Nicole had purchased was lovely, and huge -- Nicole came from money and she also earned good money. Brooke looked lovely, wearing a low-cut, snug black sweater and white pleated skirt with high heels. Nicole was wearing a simple white dress with a slit on one side, showing off her long legs, and high-heeled sandals. They sat down to dinner, which was sumptuous, as Brooke still loved to cook. Deborah was enjoying her meal and Bridget commented "You look happier than I've ever seen you, Mom!"

  Brooke held Nicole's hand. "That's because I've found my best friend." The 44-year old then reached out and took Deborah's hand and Bridget's hand. "Make that my 3 best friends!"

  "With benefits," Deborah giggled as she drank her wine.

  "Do you think we 4 best friends could go upstairs and have some fun?" Nicole said in a sensual, dulcet tone. Deborah remembered how the black girl's body felt in bed and was already moist with anticipation.

  "Let's show them the upstairs, lover," Brooke giggled. "We have 3 bedrooms -- one is ours, we're going to keep one for guests and one we've converted to a Play Room."

  "Guests?" Bridget asked.

  "A Play Room?" Deborah added.

  Brooke nodded. "Some of your father's and my old friends have stopped talking to me because of my new ... lifestyle. Some others have expressed curiosity. THOSE friends we intend to invite over and give them a personal demonstration," Brooke said sensually.

  "Your mother is a total lezzie slut," Nicole whispered in Bridget's ear.

  "The Guest Room is for those who choose to stay the night or for the two of you if we've been partying and you've had too much to drink. As for the Play Room ... ah, you can see for yourself," Brooke smiled, having heard her fiance.

  Bridget gasped. The "Play Room" was designed for kink. There was a huge closet and it was full of lingerie and sexy shoes and a vast array of toys. One of the walls was entirely mirrored, the lights were on dimmers and there were also candles nearby if needed. What made the room was a huge bed dead center, it had to have been custom made and could likely have fit 6 women.

  "Let's have some fun," Brooke smiled, turning her daughter around and kissing her with passion as Nicole was kissing Deborah. Then they switched and kissed again and now Bridget was practically climbing the walls to be naked and fucking.

  "Come here, baby girl," Brooke sighed, pulling her daughter close and kissing her passionately. She and Bridget were now half-kneeling, half sitting on the bed, kissing and fondling, removing each other's tops. Brooke liked the pretty top Bridget had worn, because it didn't require a bra. Bridget loved the mauve bra her mother was wearing; she fondled Brooke's tits as she removed it.

  "You're such a slut, Mom," Bridget sighed. Brooke nodded and said "As are you. We're all such fucking whores, look at Nicole and Deborah."

  The black woman and Deborah were already wrapped in each other's arms, naked as the day they were born. Their long friendship also enabled them to know each other's hot spots, Deborah was already writhing around the bed and her fists were smashing against the mattress. Bridget smiled, she loved seeing those she loved happy, she loved seeing them happy and having sex even more.

  "Can I do something I've been wanting to do for MONTHS, baby girl?" Brooke asked her daughter as she watched the other two writhing around the large bed.

  "That depends, Mom. Probably. What is it?"

  Brooke got off the bed for a minute and went to the closet. Rummaging around, she came out with a large, flesh-colored strap-on dildo. "Fuck my baby with a strap on and hear her squeal like a little lezzie piggie. Can I?"

  "Fuck yeah, Mom, of course. Lube it up and screw me with it, I love how you've turned into such a fuck-happy whore. God, I can't wait to feel that big thing inside my hot little cunt! God, how fucking sexy this all is!"

  Nicole was on top of Deborah, her dark body grinding sinuously against Brooke's golden form. Deborah looked over to see her wife and mother-in-law laughing and carrying on, her heart was full of joy and her body was full of lust. She felt Nicole's slender fingers glide in and out of her cunt and she bucked up against them. If she hadn't found Bridget, Nicole would have been a frequent bedmate. The way it had all worked out, she had the best of both worlds. They all did.

  Brooke was enjoying her newest thrill; at long last, she was truly fucking her hot, sexy daughter. How far she had come in the past year, her first act of rebellion had been piercing her pussy lips, now she was involved in a lesbian relationship and sharing incestuous sex with her daughter and daughter-in-law. As the rubber cock moved in and out of Bridget's cunt, it rubbed against Brooke's clit and made her hornier. Brooke's eyes closed for a moment and she wondered just how much further she could push the envelope?

  "Cumming Mom, oh Christ, my Mommy's fucking my slutty cunt and she's making me cum!" Bridget groaned and fell over on the bed, panting. "As soon as I've got my breath back, I'm going to use that on you Mom, you gorgeous bitch. God, I am loving this!"

  "Me too, darling," Brooke smiled, stroking her daughter's face and running her fingers through Bridget's blonde hair. The both looked over to see Nicole and Deborah had also finished and were watching them.

  "You two looked like you were having fun," Deborah grinned, leaning over and kissing her wife.

  "You, too," Brooke smiled. "Deborah, I think Bridget needs a moment to catch her breath, why don't you come over here darling and eat my pussy? I think I've got a lot more orgasms left in me."

  That's just what Deborah did and when Bridget got her second wind, she and Nicole had some wild sex. The next thing that happened was Bridget using the toy on her Mom, while she ate Nicole and Deborah played with Bridget's tits. After that, they took a break for dessert and coffee back in the living room.

  "Your father called me this morning," Brooke told everyone to their total surprise. "It seems that he's having trouble with Brenda." Brooke said. Brenda was Bridget's 18-year old younger sister.

  "What seems to be the problem?"

  "She told him she wants to run her own life and be more like her Mom and big sister," Brooke responded.

  Deborah and Bridget looked at each other. "You don't suppose ...?" Bridget said to all of them and giggled.

  Brooke caught on right away. "You think Brenda might be ... like us?" Bridget nodded.

  "I could call and invite her to stay here for a while or I suppose she could stay at your place, couldn't she?" Brooke asked. "Lord ... both of my daughters. And just a short time ago, I was wondering just how much further things could possibly go."

  Nicole smiled and held her lover's hand. "Brooke darling, I think you may be about to find out."

  The End.

  Shaved Couple Share A Toy

  Ideal Day Ten

  As I stated in "Ideal Day One" there are many "ideal" days when one thinks about the various ways one can have sex with his or her partner. Following along on that theme, I give you a version of what might be "Ideal" with my wife suggesting some things and buying a new toy.

  I knew when I woke up that something was different about today, but could not figure out what it was. After going to the bathroom and then letting the dogs out to do their morning routine, I came back to the bedroom to find that Lynn was getting dressed, but in a skirt and blouse instead of her normal pants and tee shirt. Moving up behind her I gave her a hug and squeezed her breasts, to find that she had put on her lightest bra, the one that holds her in place, but only sort of, still allowing them to move easily.

  Since we both planned on working in our respective shops for the day, we ate breakfast and went out to work. I was turning some bowls on the lathe and working on my bigger lathe to get it up and running. She had a couple of metalsmithing projects in the works and it was after noon before either of us realized it was time for lunch.

  Pok
ing her head in my part of the shop she asked if a grilled cheese would be ok. When I told her it would she said to come into the house in fifteen minutes and it would be ready.

  Once in the house I discovered that she had removed her blouse to cook lunch. Asking why, I was told that she had spilled something on it and just had not taken the time to go to the bedroom and find another. Not one to complain about her wearing fewer clothes I sit down to my sandwich and enjoyed the view.

  Lunch over, I gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher before taking the time to play briefly with her breasts since they were on display in her thin bra. After only a few seconds of that she gave me a kiss and pushed me away, telling me there would be time for that later on. I took that as a sign that something might happen during the afternoon, a hope that I was soon to find out was well founded.

  We both worked on projects for the next couple hours and as happens most of the time, it was soon late afternoon before I realized how much time had passed. What got my attention was when Lynn came in and whispered in my ear, "Finish up what you are working on and come give me a bath."

  By the time she had undressed and reached the bathroom I was in from the shop and taking off my own cloths as she ran her bath water. Once the tub was full she turned around and handed me the small hair clippers, telling me to give her pussy a close trim. Always glad for any reason to be close to her pussy, I was soon on my knees while she sat on the edge of the tub with one foot on a stool and one on my shoulder, giving me full access.

  What surprised me was that when I was done with the trimming she told me to get the shaving lotion and the razor. She had tried a shaved pussy a couple times before and had said she would never do it again as the stubble growing back had made her sore.

  Once she was shaved clean she told me to trade her places. Soon she was clipping off the hair on my balls and ass and rubbing the shaving cream all over. While she did all the areas I cannot reach, when she got to my balls she had me pull my sack tight so she would not cut me. All too soon I was as smooth as she was and my cock was rock hard. She steps into the shower to clean off the hair and shaving lotion, and then gets in the tub so I can clean her slowly before showering myself.

  I get out of the shower just as Lynn is bringing in a box. She had purchased a new sex toy, something that she had never done before. Usually it is me that finds a new toy and then gets her permission to purchase it if we decide it is something we will both enjoy. This time, she had done it on her own, without letting me know she was even looking.

  In the box is a strap-on dildo, only this one of the ones that does not have straps. One end inserts into her pussy and the other, longer end, is used in my ass. This model is larger than others I had seen in the catalogs, a black, smooth shaft with a realistic shaped head on the end. We moved to the bedroom where I lubed up her part and watched her insert it into her pussy before lubing up the remaining shaft sticking out sexily between her legs. When I turned around and bent over the bed Lynn moved up behind me and placed the head of her 'cock' against my ass. With slow pressure she kept pushing against my asshole, allowing me time to relax. I could feel the dildo sliding slowly in, deeper and deeper. Once fully buried in my ass, the feeling of her shaved pussy pushing on my shaved ass combined with the size of the dildo nearly made me cum before we really got started.

  As my ass accommodated the size of the dildo our pace picked up and I could tell that Lynn was enjoying this dildo as much as I was. She was hammering my ass while moaning with pleasure, something that seldom happens when we use the double ended dildo that she holds between her legs. This model not only has a special spot to rub on her clit, it was pushing into her cunt with every stroke she thrust into my ass. Always before she had used a pace that she felt was giving me the best pleasure, this time, she was into her own rhythm and I was simply along to share in the enjoyment.

  When she climaxed she shoved the dildo deep in my ass and I could not take the combination of that and the feeling of her shaved pussy on my ass: I shot my cum all over the towel we had placed on the bed for just such a happening. She leaned down over my back and we simply stayed bent over the bed until we could catch our breath. I brought her a warm washcloth to clean up with and cleaned the dildo before we fell to sleep in each others arms.

  The End.

  Shattered

  It had been a long day at work and I sighed as I turned the key in my front door, happy to be home and done for the weekend. Flipping on the light next to the door, I locked it behind me and tossed my keys on the side table. Setting down my bags, I slipped my heels off and padded barefoot towards the kitchen. Grabbing a wine glass I set it on the counter before grabbing the chilled wine from the fridge. Pouring a generous amount, I moaned out loud as the cool liquid finally hit my lips. This long week at work over, I could now relax. Replacing the wine bottle in the fridge, I turned off the light and headed down the hallway towards my bedroom.

  As I passed the guest bedroom and bathroom doors, I was about to turn into my bedroom as a strong hand came around my neck and clamped against my mouth. My wine glass dropped from my hand, shattering against the tile. Trying to scream, I fought against the unknown body behind me, one arm tightening around my waist as the hand covering my mouth held me speechless.

  "Quiet. Now." The low, grating voice was close to my ear. My heart was racing, my mind reeling with fear, thinking about how to get out of this vise-like embrace.

  Pushing me forward into my bedroom, my legs shaking with the effort, I started thinking about how I was possibly going to get out of this. I turned and twisted against his body, assuming these muscular arms were male, attempting to get free.

  "Stop wiggling. I can, and will, hurt you."

  I gasped against his hand, a single tear rolling down my cheek.

  "I am going to take my hand away from your mouth. Do not scream or I will give you something to scream about, got it?" I nodded slightly, shaking. He moved his hand and I drew in a shaky breath, attempting to turn around to see this man. His hands came up and a dark scarf was placed over my eyes, blinding me even further in the darkness.

  "What do you want? I.....I have money......What do you want?" I stammered, as he pushed me forward, my knees hitting against my bed before I fell forward onto it.

  "I said quiet." He grumbled. I could hear rustling behind me. Tears were now flowing freely, as it began to sink in that I was trapped here, in my own home, with a man who has yet to tell me what he wants from me. I felt large hands slide up my bare legs, pausing at the edge of my skirt.

  "Nooooo......oh God please No...." I cried, fully understanding now that his plans were not to rob me. A million thoughts pulsed through my brain. Would he rape me? Would he hurt me? Would he kill me?

  "This will go a lot smoother if you behave." I didn't recognize his voice. His hands grabbed my skirt and with a hard yank, pulled it down my legs and off. Lying there, now clad only in a lacy red thong from the waist down, I feared for my life.

  "Oh, very nice." His hand trailed up my leg and slid across my naked ass. With a resounding slap he smacked my cheeks, hard, causing me to tear up again and gasp in pain.

  It was a wake-up call. My mind reeling, I started to move, quickly, spinning onto my back and kicking my legs up at my would-be attacker. I felt my foot connect with something soft and tried to push myself up on the bed to run out of the room. A large hand grabbed my foot and flung me back onto the bed.

  "Bitch." He growled, his body leaning down to cover mine. "You are going to regret that."

  His hands came to my blouse, and pulling suddenly, he yanked it apart, scattering buttons and ripping it from my body. I could feel his breath on my neck as his teeth sunk into the side of my throat, biting hard then releasing to move down further and biting again.

  Each flinch of pain caused me to gasp, my body trembling with fear. I cursed myself as these little bites sent bolts of tingling feelings to the pit of my stomach and my pussy started to ache. There is no way
I could possibly be enjoying this. My body was betraying me on every level.

  My attacker was now straddling my hips, his hands sliding down my shoulders, and I felt a cold, metallic sharpness against my skin.

  "Oh fuck, please, please don't hurt me!" I cried out, fearful that it was a knife against my skin.

  "Listen slut, I'm not going to hurt you unless you try that escaping bullshit again. So behave and everything will be just fine." I could feel the knife slip between my breasts and with a sudden tearing sound, my bra was gone.

  His large hands mauled my tits, pinching my nipples painfully as I cried out. He alternated slapping my tits and tugging the nipples hard. I could feel his erection through his jeans, large and throbbing, against my belly. My body was stiffening and I could feel my pussy dripping. I started to get angry. Angry at myself, for letting this get to me in any sort of arousing manner, and angrier at him for being here, forcing me in this way.

  "It's time for you to suck, bitch." I could hear his zipper going down, his legs inching up my chest until he was straddling my tits. Grabbing my hair roughly, he pulled my head towards my chest and I felt the head of a cock coming between my lips. "No biting. You will pay. Suck. And suck hard." He thrust forward and his cock was forced along my tongue and into my throat.

  It's too big, was my first thought, this thick cock pushing harder and harder against my lips, being forced further down my throat. I tried to relax so that I did not gag on it, but he kept pushing, his hands tangled in my hair as he fucked my face. Spit dribbling out of the corner of my mouth, I tried to suck this cock, but he was beyond caring. Harder and harder he forced it down my throat. I tried to draw in quick breaths through my nose as he pounded my face.

  "Fuck yes!" He cried as I felt his cock stiffen and hot cum shoot down my throat. Reflexively I swallowed, not wanting to choke. He pumped in and out of my lips a few more times before releasing my head and allowing it to fall back onto the bed.

  I took a few long, deep breaths, trying to will my heart to slow down. He got up off the bed and I popped up, hoping we were done. "Lay down. Now." His hard voice offered my no options.