He intended to stay awake and listen for Nicole to come in but knew he must have dozed off when he suddenly felt the softest of kisses against first one eyelid and then the other and a scent of perfume and warm skin filled his nose. He kept his eyes closed but leaned his head back a little and opened his mouth, closing his lips on the taut tip of a nipple. He sucked at the rubbery flesh and licked it with his tongue and heard a soft sigh of delight from somewhere above him, then the nipple was plucked free and another one took its place.
As he nursed on the expanse of smooth breast enveloping his face, Jack reached up and closed his hands round the cheeks of a plump, curvy ass. He quickly slid the fingers of one hand along the divide until he reached the anal opening, its crinkled surface slippery with oily lube. At the same time he slid his other hand in between open thighs, making the figure in the darkness shudder with delight when his fingers located her clit and rubbed gently over the tiny, erect organ. Then, in front, he slid three fingers into her cunt, and, in back, slid two into her asshole. The figure above him bucked and pushed her breast even harder into his mouth, wanting to suffocate him with her femininity at the same moment as she was most vulnerable to his strong, male fingers fucking their way into her body.
Jack concentrated on breathing through his nose and worked his fingers back and forth in the slick wet depths of pussy and anus, determined to bring the figure to quivering orgasm before she could smother him into submission. His efforts paid off when he added his little finger to the others buried in her dripping cunt and started masturbating her hard, at the same time as he finger-fucked her asshole and opened his mouth to close his teeth round the nearest nipple, biting it gently. The figure let out a soft scream of ecstasy and shivered and shook in climax, her body bucking against Jack’s until she sagged down, lying between his open legs, her head resting on his chest.
“It had better not be after midnight, young lady,” Jack said to his daughter.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Nicole said, lifting her face toward her father’s. The clock in the kitchen said 12.32, so I thought I’d do something to please you…”
Jack’s lips met his daughter’s in a hungry kiss and then he carefully withdrew the fingers that were pushed past the tight opening of her anal sphincter and brought them to her lips. Obediently, Nicole breathed in their scent and then opened her lips, taking them into her mouth to taste herself as Jack squirmed into position and thrust his hard cock into the wet hole of her pussy with a loud slurping noise. Already highly aroused, Jack groaned and humped upwards, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he spurted a huge load of cum deep into Nicole’s welcoming cunt, making both father and daughter cry out in ecstasy.
*
Waking around eight the next morning, Jack spent a leisurely half hour sodomizing Nicole before breakfast and then left her sleeping in his bed when he went out for a jog. She was still there when he returned, lying on her stomach, the sheet thrown back from her shapely, sleep-warm body. Jack stripped his clothes off quickly and settled himself between her legs so his head was level with the cheeks of her ass. Then he slid his hands under her thighs and turned them outwards, exposing the peach of her pussy and the tiny pucker of her rosehole.
Nicole let out a little moan of delight as her father started licking back and forth from the bud of her clit to the relaxed anal muscle, his tongue probing deeply into her rectum in search of the mass of creamy sperm deposited in her bowels. She squeezed to make the salty liquid fill her father’s mouth and Jack swallowed greedily, relishing the strong flavor and becoming so aroused that he had to repeat the exercise, first sodomizing and then felching his daughter until he felt sated and fell asleep, his head resting on the soft pillow of Nicole’s buttocks.
When he woke, Jack showered and then made lunch for them both. Saturday afternoon usually meant standing around outside a church or registry office waiting for the blushing bride and groom to find their places as he took shots for the photo album they would treasure for their rest of their lives. Or until they divorced and it ended up in the attic. But this Saturday his diary was empty and he sat and scanned the national papers looking for jobs, ideas, anything that would offer a way forward while Nicole went out shopping with some of her many friends whose names he found it hard to keep track of.
Scanning the property section, Jack’s eye was caught by several ads for properties in France and one, in particular, sounded more than interesting. It was a converted farmhouse, with a swimming pool and an adjacent olive grove, perched on the side of a hill in a region of Provence he had often driven through on the way south for family holidays. The house looked as if it needed work, but the price was right and if he put his own house up for sale he would more than have enough to buy it and carry out the necessary improvements. Jack had no idea what Nicole’s reaction would be: she would have to stay with his late wife’s sister while she finished her schooling but she’d be able to spend every vacation with him, giving him time to make the renovations so she would see what he had achieved every time she visited.
But the biggest question was how would he earn money when he was there? It was time for a heart-to-heart talk with Nicole. If she liked the idea, then they were in business, whatever the complications…
*
There were times when the French legal system, not to mention the absence of a mains water supply and links to the village telephone system, seemed insurmountable but now, six months after being let go, Jack was able to admit that he had beaten the difficulties and had a home that was close to perfect. Slowly but surely he picked up work, photo assignments from English and American newspapers and magazines, and took professional shots of properties for rental and sale on behalf of several local estate agents.
The hardest part was being separated from Nicole while she continued her schooling in England. Jack found it almost unbearable being without her, not only because he missed his daughter’s company and the laughter they shared, but because it meant going without sex, and especially anal sex, until she was able to join him. But then, about a fortnight before Nicole was due to arrive for the long summer vacation, something happened that changed the situation and took Jack completely by surprise.
Jack was the first to acknowledge that starting life in a foreign country would have been a nightmare if he had not had someone who spoke French and understood the local way of doing business to help him. That someone turned out to be a Moroccan man Jack guessed was in his early twenties named Rafiq Berradi who turned up on Jack’s doorstep one day and offered to assist with whatever jobs needed doing in exchange for a nominal wage. Jack was pretty sure the Moroccan was an illegal and had no permit to work but, as he was desperate, not to mention he knew absolutely nothing about cultivating the grove of olive trees that were now his property and produced a crop that would offset his set-up and running costs, Jack took a chance and agreed. Rafiq quickly proved invaluable, especially when he turned up at the house with a younger man he said was his brother, Zidi. He asked if Jack had any objection to the boy helping with the olive harvest.
“No, of course not,” Jack said, smiling at Zidi who was good-looking and graceful with black curling hair and dark mischievous eyes. Zidi wore nothing except blue denim shorts and his golden skin looked smooth and silky. He wasn’t very tall but he was perfectly proportioned, and the shorts he was wearing hugged his cute little backside tightly. Jack also noticed and put the reaction down to being intensely sexually frustrated, that the boy’s tight shorts showed off a surprisingly large bulge at his crotch.
As he watched Rafiq lead Zidi up the path toward the olive groves, Jack wondered whether to masturbate to ease his frustration and the longing he felt for Nicole, his mind filling with the vision of her naked under him, the softness of her breasts against his lips, her nails raking his back in passion as her body shuddered in response to the forceful thrusts of his cock into her ass, then withdrawing at the moment of climax so he could fill her mouth with his sperm. The vision was so intensely arousing Jack had to distract himself by going to the kitchen to prepare the beef stew with baby onions in red wine that would be Rafiq and Zidi’s reward for their morning’s labors.
Obsessed by lust for his daughter, Jack was monosyllabic during the meal and barely noticed that Rafiq was watching him closely, his eyes occasionally meeting Zidi’s. When Jack poured coffee, Rafiq reached for a small pouch and rolled a joint. When it was lit the Moroccan inhaled the fragrant smoke and said, as he passed the joint to Jack, “You are perhaps worrying about money, Mr. Jack?”
“No,” Jack said, smiling. “I just miss my daughter, Rafiq. I wish she was here.”
“She is how old, Mr. Jack?”
“19.”
“Ah, is very nice age,” Rafiq nodded, taking a drag of the joint. “She is beautiful, too?”
“Oh yes, very beautiful. Like her mother.”
“Sexy with nice curves, big bosoms, a grown woman’s plump ass?”
“Yes, Rafiq,” he said, laughing. “So just your type.”
Rafiq smiled and said, slyly, “She is not virgin, then?”
“I don’t think so, no,” Jack said, knowing his voice gave him away as passed the joint back.
Rafiq waited for a moment. Then he said, “In my country many fathers know the answer for sure. Because they are girl’s first lover when she reaches her 18th birthday. If the girl does not object and her mother agrees also then the father will fuck his daughter’s mouth, pussy and ass, especially ass because then she will not get pregnant.”
Leave a Reply