by Sable Drake
And in truth, they were already beginning to feel the stirrings of renewed arousal. They had stalked and flirted with each other all these weeks just for this moment, and they weren't going to stop now.
It was Storm who felt her pussy begin to simmer, and she lightly licked her way down Jim's chest. She ran her slender fingers through his chest hair, pinched his nipples, then slid her hand down to his cock, which was beginning to revive.
There were no words to be spoken; they both knew what they wanted. As Storm stroked his cock, lick and suck his rock-hard nipples, Jim snaked a hand between her legs and began to pet his daughter's pussy. She was wet and hot to the touch, and she moaned lightly as he found her clit.
Like dancers, they maneuvered themselves until Storm's face was hovering over Jim's cock, and Jim was looking up at Storm's dripping cunt.
Storm lifted her left leg and straddled Jim's head, while Jim grabbed her succulent butt and pulled her pussy to his face. Almost simultaneously, their mouths went into gear. Jim licked up and down Storm's furrow, and she slid her mouth onto his cock.
Father and daughter feasted on each other, each giving equally as much as they were taking. There was urgency in their actions, but they were in no hurry. Hums of building lust filled the room, the sound masked by the storm that continued to rage. Under Storm's expert sucking, Jim's cock quickly got up to full hardness, and Jim's equally expert oral work got Storm's inner fires burning white-hot.
Storm was ready. Lifting her head off Jim's cock and her hips off his face, she threw her long hair back, away from her face and slid down his body, still holding his cock toward the ceiling. She looked over her shoulder and stared into her father's eyes as she raised her hips, so that her juicy cunt was hovering over the throbbing head of his iron-hard cock.
Without a word, she turned away, put the head of his cock to her hole and slowly let her pussy slide down the shaft. As Storm slowly impaled herself on Jim's cock, they both let out a gasp at the feeling of his cock entering her cunt.
They had crossed the threshold. From now on, they would no longer just be father and daughter, but lovers. The gravity of the moment, not to mention the incredible sensations, took their breath away.
The moment of reverence didn't last long. As Storm began to ride Jim's cock, her natural, nasty tendencies burst through.
"Aw, yeah!" she exclaimed. "That's it, that's it. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your baby hard."
And Jim was more than happy to oblige, thrusting his hips upward in rhythm to give his baby girl just what she was begging for.
"Baby likes Daddy's hard cock, doesn't she? That's it, sugar, ride Daddy's cock. Ride him like a big girl. You just think you've been fucked before. By the time I get through with you, you'll be walkin' bow-legged."
"Oh, Daddy," she squealed as she increased her pace, "You've got such a dirty mind. Talking that way to your daughter. You should be ashamed."
Then she laughed deep in her throat, a laugh that evolved into a long groan of pure nasty passion. She could feel another, far stronger climax building, and she drove her pussy against her father's steadily pumping cock as he reached up and squeezed her tits. Incoherent sounds of lust filled her bedroom as they fucked like demons.
Suddenly, Storm threw her mane of hair back and shuddered as her orgasm rushed through her body.
Jim kept his cock still momentarily while Storm's climax swept over her. He was getting there, but he still had plenty of control, plenty of starch left in his cock, and he was ready to give his little slut a fucking she'd never forget.
When Storm's orgasm had subsided somewhat, Jim lifted her off his cock, pushed her forward until she was on her hands and knees, then slid out from under her body. It was time to show her who was boss.
Storm looked up at her father with lustful devotion in her eyes, her hips thrust upward. Jim's eyes devoured the sight of his little girl on her knees, legs spread, swollen pussy on display. All for him.
"This is just the way I've always wanted to see you," Jim growled. "Naked on your knees, waiting for my cock. You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, to fuck you like the slut you are. You think I don't know how big of a slut you are? Oh, I know, I know plenty, and now it's my turn."
"Oh, Daddy!" Storm wailed. "Please, put it in and fuck me. You are the best. Please, God, put it in and make me your slut. Only for you, Daddy! Do it! Fuck me!"
Jim didn't waste any more time talking. He lined his cock up to the open gates of Storm's cunt and rammed it home, filling her in one dazzling plunge.
Storm buried her face in her mattress, smothering the scream that burst forth. Jim's grunts came in a steady rhythm as he grabbed Storm's hips and fucked her hard and fast.
Storm could feel another orgasm that felt like a speeding locomotive coursing through her body as she thrust her hips back to get every inch of her father's magnificent cock inside her cunt.
Reaching underneath Storm's writhing body, Jim squeezed her tits hard, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and sending spasms of sensation rolling through her body. Gasps, moans, endearments—they went through every sound lovers can make as they hurtled toward a blinding mutual orgasm.
Sweat flew from Jim's body as he pounded his cock in Storm's pussy. She was laughing, crying, swearing, and moaning in equal measure. Jim could feel his balls beginning to tighten as he closed in on his own orgasm.
As Storm felt her climax peak, Jim hit that one stroke that pushed him over the edge. With a gasping cry, he pushed himself to the hilt and exploded. He bathed his daughter's cunt, and she milked every drop from his cock as he slumped onto her back, onto the bed.
Their bodies were slippery as sweaty skin met sweaty skin. They lay on the bed soaking up the afterglow of an incredibly hot encounter.
Finally, Jim rolled to the side, his sated cock slipping out of Storm's hole, followed by a river of his cum.
As they lay there on her bed, arms and legs entwined, a lightning bolt crashed quite close by, followed by a thunderclap that shook the house.
As the rumbling subsided, father and daughter laughed wantonly. They knew this was just the first of many nights they'd spend together, the first of many fucks they'd share.
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Mira & Me
by
Rod Stone
You could call me a lonely old man, and you wouldn't be far off. I was a widower and my sons, both grown, were in the Marines. Max, the younger of the two, was stationed nearby. I saw him occasionally. My first born, Ted, was deployed overseas. Good boys. Strong and good looking.
Ted's new bride, Mira, knew I was lonely and often invited me over for dinner or just to hang out. She had no family of her own to speak of, so it was good for both of us. She'd started calling me Daddy as soon as she & Ted announced their engagement, and that was just fine by me. I didn't care what the prim and proper church bigots said about marrying outside one's own kind.
They were married right before Ted shipped out. I told my son that she was the finest looking woman I'd ever seen, and I meant it. Smooth dark skin in high contrast to the white wedding gown and mega-watt smile. Simply gorgeous. And Mira was as beautiful inside as she was out. Genuine and kind. Good company, with a hearty laugh to go with her hearty backside.
Ted confided that Mira was quite a lusty woman and that there would undoubtedly be temptations in his absence. He asked me to kind of watch out for her, and I was quite happy to oblige. While he didn't expect her to go without sex entirely, some admirers could be a bit too persistent. Ted just wanted to ensure her safety.
I understood completely.
I know a man shouldn't think about his daughter-in-law that way. But, damn, it was difficult not to. I grew up in a very small town with a very white population. Ethnicities of any variety were extremely rare and women of color, exceptionally exotic. I was doomed from the get go.
Plus, Mira was far from blameless.
One evening before dinner, she asked me to look at her computer because it had b
een acting up, and right there on the desktop screen was a folder named PRIVATE PICS. Well, that's an open invitation if there ever was one.
I opened the folder and started looking at the photos in there. The earlier ones—sorted by date—were pretty tame. Gorgeous, but tame. She was wearing lingerie—see through, but still covering the vital parts. As I progressed through the folder, it was clear she had gotten bolder. I looked carefully at the one where she was standing in only her panties—her breasts exposed. The next one, she was fingering the nipples of her breasts—and they were hard like little chocolate chips. My cock started to grow just looking at that one.
About that time, I heard her come back from where ever she'd been. I quickly closed the picture and its folder just as she walked into the room. I had her show me exactly what trouble she was having with her computer and then we had some dinner. I told her I'd be back the next evening with my diagnostic software and try to solve the problem.
She greeted me at the door, clearly about to leave on an errand, and said she'd be back in a little while. I headed into the computer room after she'd left, and when I moved the mouse, the PRIVATE PICS folder was already open on the screen.
Now, I don't know if she left it open by accident or on purpose, but I was beginning to suspect the latter. Fortunately, I had more time to enjoy the view. I quickly started where I had left off the previous day—looking at the one where Mira was fingering her nipples and they were hard. Once again, my cock started to grow thinking of the possibilities.
I clicked on the next picture. She had one hand on her nipple—the other hand was in her panties. I stuck my hand into my shorts to rearrange my cock as it was getting harder and harder. I clicked on the next picture—and she had her hand covering her pussy—and with the other hand, she was pushing her panties down. This was hot, hot, hot—I could see the dark curls around her fingers.
In the next picture, the panties were gone—and she was now sitting in the computer chair—the very chair I was sitting in—and her legs were spread out some. One hand back on her breast—and the other was clearly fingering her clit. I pushed my shorts down and started stroking my own cock while I clicked on the next picture. It didn't appear that she had moved—but the camera had been readjusted. This one was a close-up of her middle finger buried in her cunt. Her thumb on her clit. And a flushed appearance as if she was nearing orgasm.
It dawned on me that she must have had a photographer taking these shots. And, based on the time-stamp, the photographer was not her husband. She hadn't mentioned having a lover, and I'd never thought to ask. To say I was intrigued would be an understatement. I clicked on the next picture.
The camera had zoomed in even closer. Her hand-covered pussy filled the frame. I was jacking my cock, furiously—as I clicked the next picture. It was clear she had achieved orgasm—there was an abundance of moisture on her fingers—and her eyes were glazed. Her nipples looked hard enough to etch glass. I came all over my hand.
I just barely had time to clean myself up before Mira got home, so I didn't get to see the rest of the pictures. There were only two or three I hadn't seen, though. I apologized, undoubtedly blushing, for not getting to the root of her computer problem and promised to return yet again the following evening. We chatted for a few minutes over hot chocolate, and I went back to my empty house.
As soon as I got off work the next day, I went to her and Ted's place. She wouldn't be home until later, but had texted me to location of their hidden house key. I promised I'd get to the bottom of her computer issues today, although I hadn't been able to replicate the problem she claimed to have.
Imagine my surprise when I jiggled the mouse—the PRIVATE PICS folder was open again—and there were some new pictures, I could tell by the hairstyle and the date stamp that they had been taken the night before. She must have taken them right after I left. And, it was pretty obvious that these were all self-taken. She must have used a tripod and timer, and there wasn't a picture of any orgasm.
I was beginning to think Mira was trying to tell me something, and I wondered what to do about it. Did I want to fuck my daughter-in-law? Is that what she really wanted? How could I be sure? A false move could be so very damaging.
What I decided to do was play her game. I looked for her tripod and camera. After I found them, I opened my favorite picture from the new batch. She was sitting in the computer chair completely naked with her knees hooked over the arms of the chair. The fingers of her right hand were holding open her pussy exposing her little man. With her left hand, she was fingering her nipple—and it was hard.
I arranged the camera so that it would get a shot of me sitting in the computer chair—my cock exposed. And also visible in the picture would be the screen on the computer showing her picture. I stroked my cock until I got it hard and then set off the timer—the picture snapped before I shot my load. I tried a couple of more times to get a money shot—but never got a satisfactory one.
I copied the pictures from the digital camera onto the computer—into the PRIVATE PICS pics folder. Then, I opened one of the pictures of me—the best one, I thought, and left the room. I was watching TV when Mira got home. She told me she was gonna shower and change for dinner and disappeared down the hall.
From the living room, I could not tell if she went to her bedroom or to the computer room. Based on what happened next, though—I think it was probably the computer room. I was watching TV when I heard the shower start. Then, a few minutes later, it stopped. About ten minutes passed, when I heard her call out, "Daddy, come here, I need you!"
I quickly got up and rushed back to the computer room—she wasn't there, but had obviously been there. The computer was not on screen saver—and the picture I had left open earlier in the day was closed. A different one was open. I backed out of the computer room and stepped to her bedroom door. Mira was lying on the bed, naked. One hand on her breast—the other beckoning me to come to her.
"Mira, are you sure you want to do this?"
She replied, "Daddy, I've dreamt of this day since we met. I never thought you felt the same way or I would have tried this a long time ago."
I walked to the bed and tentatively reached my hand for her breast—the one she wasn't covering. The moment I touched her nipple, my cock surged. She noticed it even though I still had my shorts on.
"See! You want this as much as I do. Get naked and get in the bed with me. Please, Daddy... please!"
I set a speed record for getting naked. In only a second or two, I was naked and lying on the bed beside my beautiful daughter-in-law. I snaked my arm under her head—cradling her head in the crook of my arm—and pulled her to me so I could kiss her. This was not some chaste kiss. It was one of the hottest kisses I'd ever had. Her tongue was exploring my mouth and doing battle with my tongue for supremacy. While we were kissing, I moved my hand to cover her left breast, the one she'd been fingering when I came in the room. She moved her hand away, giving me access.
Her hand was scrunched between us on the bed. I felt her start to move it, so I shifted back a bit. Freed, she used it to grab my cock and squeeze.
"Oh, Daddy... your cock feels so hard and wonderful. I can hardly wait to find out how wonderful it feels." Her voice was husky.
I kissed and nibbled on her ear lobe, then the side of her neck and behind her ear. I slid downward on the bed a bit, and tasted her shoulder before using the tip of my tongue to draw a series of lines down to her breasts. She started breathing quickly, almost panting—and moaned her pleasure when I first took a nipple into my mouth. I nipped it with my teeth then rolled my tongue around it until it was as hard as a diamond.
Mira still had a firm grip on my cock as I shifted my weight so I could get my mouth on her other nipple. I treated it the same way—and got the same response. I started going back and forth between the two, keeping her on edge—and keeping her nipples both rock hard.
I really wanted to taste her pussy, but I was really trying to take my time. I knew that the
moment I touched her pussy with my cock—as worked up as I was—I'd probably lose it. I wanted to make damn sure she enjoyed it enough that we'd have a repeat performance. So, I took my time on her nipples—and kept my hands above her waist. I teased her nipples and belly button while taking turns with my mouth. She was nearing orgasm, I could tell. I recognized the signs from the pictures I'd seen on her computer. She squirmed, "Daddy, I've never come this way before... but, I'm damn close, now... please... oh, please don't stop."
With this kind of encouragement, what else could I do? She was loving it, and frankly, so was I. She still had a firm grip on my cock, just holding it really, but that was one of the most erotic sensations I've ever felt.
When she got really close, her breathing got heavier and faster, her chest flushed. I could tell that she was right on the edge. I slid my right hand down to her pussy and just cupped her mons in my hand. I didn't part her hips or seek her clit or insert any fingers. I just treated her pussy the way she was treating my cock. I simply held it while I continued to suck and nibble on her nipples. That did it for her. As soon as my hand contacted her mound, she exploded. I could feel the wetness her orgasm generated. She started to scream, so I covered her mouth with mine and captured her it with a kiss. I didn't want to give the neighbors reason to become suspicious.
As she recovered from her peak she said, "Daddy, can I taste you, now?"
What would any hot blooded straight man I say? "Hell, yeah, baby! You can taste me now, but swing that wonderful pussy over my face so I can taste you at the same time."
As I said that, I rolled over onto my back, and Mira started kissing her way down to my cock. She played with my nipples a little—sucking and nipping before she continued downward. When she got to my cock, she started with a little kiss right on the head. Stuck the tip of her tongue into the slit, then took the head into her mouth. She lightly closed her lips around the crown and swirled her tongue—circled one way, then the other. I groaned when she pushed her face into my crotch, taking all of my cock into her hot mouth.