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Nicole
Air France flew from Heathrow to Marseille several times a day and Nicole knew her father would be waiting to meet the flight due in at 11.45 in the morning. He told her on the phone the night before that it was only an hour’s drive to the new house and they would be home in time for lunch.
As she collected her suitcase from the carousel, Nicole felt a surge of excitement. The sky as she exited the plane was a blinding blue, the scent of sea air and wildflowers was heavy in the air, overpowered only by the stink of jet fuel as she walked across to the terminal building. Ahead of her was the new experience of living in a foreign country, the long summer vacation stretching out ahead to give her chance to polish her language skills, to learn about French culture and history, and especially to explore the countryside around the house, if possible on horseback because she loved horses and was an accomplished rider. Her father had said in his latest email that he hoped she would like what he had done with the house, the room he’d decorated for her, the divan bed and furnishings he’d chosen. She smiled when she read he especially wanted her to find the bed comfortable because he intended to spend a lot of time in it making love to her.
As she joined the stream of passengers moving through Passport Control and Customs, Nicole felt pleased by the admiring stares she received from men, both officials and fellow travelers. She knew she looked stunning in tight jeans that hugged the curves of her hips and showed off her long legs and a matching denim jacket that left her midriff bare and exposed almost the whole of her cleavage. She wanted it to be obvious to her father from the way her heavy breasts bounced when she walked she was wearing nothing under the jacket and was turned on by the tips of her nipples brushing against the soft inner lining.
Finally, Nicole was free of the airport formalities and walked through to the Arrivals Lounge, pulling her wheelie suitcase, scanning the waiting chauffeurs holding up name signs, holiday couriers and anxious wives with children in tow. And then she saw her father, pushing politely through the throng, his face lighting up with excitement and anticipation as soon as he saw her.
Nicole had promised herself she wouldn’t cry from joy but she couldn’t help it, tears came to her eyes as she hugged her father and he held her tight, stroking her face and kissing her on the lips, as if to reassure her yes, they were together after the longest, most difficult separation of their lives. All in the same instant, she wanted him to know how much she’d missed him, how pleased she was to see him, how she never wanted to lose him, and how much she desired him.
The only way she could convey such a mass of emotions was to dart her tongue into his mouth, a little signal she was every bit as excited to see him as he was to be holding her huge breasts pressed against his chest, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, his erect prick pressing against her mons. It was hardly the greeting of a father for his daughter, more that of an ardent lover, and Nicole felt her pussy flood in response to her father’s touch.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, smiling at her with intense pleasure. He slid an arm round Nicole’s waist, reached for the handle of the wheelie case and led her toward the exit and the car park. “And I love your outfit…”
“Yes, Auntie Rachel helped me choose it,” Nicole said, smiling mischievously. “She said I’d look exactly the way you’d spent all those long, lonely nights picturing me.”
“Clever woman, your aunt,” her father said, winking at Nicole.
Rachel was the sister of Nicole’s mother, Angela, and knew, because Angela had told her, how much she and Nicole’s father had been enjoying introducing their daughter to the pleasures of incest. When Angela passed, Rachel had taken Nicole aside at after the funeral and explained it was now more important than ever she service her father sexually, willingly offering him whichever hole in her body he wanted to fuck, whenever he wanted and for as long as he wanted. Far from arguing, Nicole promised she would, and Rachel had kissed her on the lips, reinforcing Nicole’s belief that obedience to her father’s wishes was the best way to show how much she loved him during this difficult time and afterwards.
Out of habit, Nicole went to the left side of the car to get in the passenger door.
“Uh-uh,” her father said. “You’re on this side, remember?”
He stowed the suitcase and climbed into the driving seat. Then he leaned over and looked his daughter in the eyes and said in a soft voice, “God, I missed you. I missed you so damn much.”
“I missed you too, Daddy,” Nicole said and kissed her father with an ardor that showed him just how much. As she did so, she quickly unbuttoned the denim jacket to expose her naked breasts to his hungry eyes, sighing with pleasure as he filled his hands with their soft warm weight, his thumb flicking over the tips of her nipples, stiff with her desire. In turn Nicole slid her hand into her father’s lap, stroking the inside of his thigh and feeling for the bulge of his prick. She squeezed it, hard, and he lowered his head to suck her left nipple into his mouth, his lips drawing out the aroused tip making Nicole’s breath catch in her throat. Her father sucked and licked and bit gently at the aroused flesh for several long moments and then, reluctantly, he broke the kiss.
“We’d better go,” her father said, his chest heaving with desire. “There’s a good chance some passing matron might report us to the airport gendarmerie. French girls love being fucked in public but their mothers are much more straitlaced.”
Nicole stared, fascinated, out the car window as her father drove out onto the exit route and quickly joined the main highway north out of the city. As soon as he relaxed her father said, “So, were there any hunky men on the plane?”
“One,” Nicole confessed. “He looked like a businessman but very chic, with long wavy hair and those spectacles with gold wire frames Frenchmen wear that make them look like professors.”
“Not tempted? Sitting half-naked on his lap in the toilets being fucked silly as you flew over the Alps?”
Nicole laughed. “Well it did cross my mind…” Nicole said, grinning at him. “How did you know?”
“Just intuition. You’ve grown into a very beautiful and desirable woman. It wouldn’t take much for a man to try his luck.”
“Maybe I didn’t give him the right signals,” she said. “I wasn’t really in the mood until I saw you.”
She thought her father would take her remark as a compliment but, to her surprise, he didn’t. He said in gentle reproach, “It’s a pity you didn’t fancy him. I’ve always rather liked sloppy seconds, particularly sliding my cock into another man’s sperm when it’s oozing from a well-fucked asshole. Your Mum used to do that, she’d go to the office Christmas party, let her boss sodomize her just before she left, and then make sure it didn’t leak out on the way home. It was incredibly erotic.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Nicole said, concerned she had disappointed him.
“That’s all right, darling,” her father said and reached his hand over to stroke her thigh in reassurance. “Actually, there are a couple of guys you will meet at the house,” her father said. “They’re Moroccans. The older one is Rafiq, he’s just your type, dark and handsome with a very big penis, and his younger brother Zidi is just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever met.”
“Oh, Dad,” Nicole said with a laugh, thinking he was pulling her leg. “Since when did you think boys were sexy?”
“Since I went to bed with Rafiq and Zidi a few days ago and discovered what it feels like to have a very thick, hard Moroccan penis buried in my asshole while, at the same time, fucking the ass of a beautiful 18-year-old boy…”
Her father turned his head briefly from watching the road and his gaze met hers. Nicole knew her face reflected her shock and surprise.
“Darling, it was lust, pure and simple,” he said quickly. “You weren’t there and I was utterly, desperately, in need of a good, hard fuck. My love and desire for you hasn’t diminished in the least and you mustn’t fear my sexual preference has changed. It’s just your mother and I were always open to new experiences and that’s what we’ve taught you. Zidi’s bum was different; firmer, more muscular than yours. I’ve had anal sex with him two or three times a day ever since that first time, whenever the desire takes me. Rafiq just laughs and says he should be charging me to fuck his brother’s bum but I said, just wait until Nicole arrives. You’ll forget about boys when you see my daughter. You are all right with it, aren’t you, darling?”
Nicole felt relieved. “Of course, Daddy,” she said. “I could see and feel how much you’ve missed me at the airport. I know I’ve always been your best girl, ever since Mum died.”
“Since you were born,” her father said, his love for her evident in his voice.
“You shouldn’t have worried,” Nicole said. “I’m sure I’ll like Rafiq if he’s as sexy as you say he is, and Zidi can be my little brother, one I get to suck off while you’re doing very rude things to his backside…”
“Oh god, yes,” her father said, once more reaching across so he could slide his hand up the inside of her thigh and cup her mons through the material of her jeans. “I can hardly wait.”
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