Father of the Bride: Trish

Literotic asexstories – Father of the Bride: Trish by EVHayes720,EVHayes720 Trish

Recuperation

God, I hadn’t been this hungover since my thirties. And I hadn’t even had that much to drink. Well, sure, a couple extra drinks at home after the whole ‘Trish’ incident. But still. Getting old sucked.

The sun was up, but the room still spun whenever I moved my head. The edges blurred like I was wearing someone else’s glasses.

I groaned as I rolled over, the feeling of a million cotton balls in my mouth. What I wouldn’t have given for a glass of water. Sadly, past me hadn’t been considerate enough to put one on the nightstand.

Prick.

I struggled to free my legs from the sheets that had wrapped around them like a pissed off octopus, falling to the floor with a thud. I managed to kick the sheets off and stumbled my way to the bathroom. I wanted to dunk my head in the sink, but I couldn’t possibly fit, so I settled for splashing myself with cold water and sucking up what I could.

I was getting too old for this shit.

“Daddy? Are you okay?” Amanda’s voice cut through the fluff stuffing my head. “Did you fall?”

“Ugh, no baby, ugh, I’m fine.” My stomach churned like it was trying to twist itself upside down. “Just, ugh, just washing up.”

“Dad—” She stopped at the bathroom door.

“Huh?” I blinked at her, closing one eye to better focus on her. Her face seemed awfully red, and her eyes were glued to something. “Oh shit, sorry baby.”

I grabbed the closest thing I could reach, which was a tiny hand cloth and slapped it over my dangling dick. I wasn’t sure how well I had succeeded in hiding it, as she kept staring.

“Ah, I may have been a little tipsy last night and foregone clothing for bed. Um, what’s up?”

“I… maybe… I was… never mind.”

Amanda fled the bedroom. The door slammed shut, though it might only have seemed that way due to my pounding headache.

Twenty minutes later I finally left the bedroom, dressed in a loose tee and some jeans, grumbling occasionally as I braced myself against the wall with one hand.

Ugh. Never again.

“Good morning, daddy.”

A far too chirpy Trish pranced up in her booty shorts and tiny shirt and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for taking care of me last night. I guess I had a bit too much to drink, huh?”

“Uh, yeah, um, you should probably be more conscious of that. I’m not trying to police you, but you should make sure you keep safe. Okay?”

She cocked her head and smiled, neither confirming nor denying my request.

I cleared my throat with a phlegmy cough. “How, uh, how much do you remember?”

She posed exaggeratedly, her finger on her chin as she wobbled her head in thought, her hips swaying as she shifted her weight back and forth between her legs. “I don’t know, forty percent?”

“What?”

“Like, I remember most of the competition. The after party, too. I remember you taking care of me. You were very gentle with me.” She winked and continued, “and then you were carrying me into the house.”

I let out a sigh of relief. That would have been messy to try and talk my way out of.

“Oh! And sucking you off. That was fun, daddy. We should do it again.”

She gave me another kiss on the cheek and bounced her way down the hall, the bottoms of her butt cheeks peeking from below her shorts.

I groaned as I rubbed my eyes.

I just wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. She was drunk and was just looking to express herself. That sounded vaguely plausible.

The whiff of bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen was both mouth-watering and stomach-churning at the same time. I just hoped that I could keep it down, because I really needed something to soak up the last of the booze in there.

Coming down the stairs I found Amanda serving up two plates while Trish stood at the island, resting her elbows on the counter, and wiggling her butt to the tune of some unknown melody.

“Hi, daddy,” Amanda greeted, her face still a bit red. “I made some breakfast for you.”

“Thanks, pumpkin.” I kissed her head and sat beside her. After taking the first bite, my stomach already began to settle.

“You came back late, daddy.”

“Yeah, uh, the party was still going when I left.”

“Oh, it was awesome,” Trish added, her face lighting up at the mention. “I even won a weekend trip to the beach.”

“What? I didn’t know there were going to be prizes,” Amanda pouted. “Daddy, it’s unfair. I’m almost eighteen. I could have competed.”

A shiver ran down my spine imagining my sweet Amanda on stage about to drain the cup.

“Oh, I’m sure you’d have been real good at it,” Trish said with a grin. “The crowd would have loved watching you chug it down.”

“Chug what down?”

“Nothing, pumpkin.”

“Is that how you won?”

“Well, I got beat out by experience, but I still got second place.” Trish’s eyes gleamed as she smirked. “You can come too. You’ll love it. It’s over at Steven’s parents’ place. You know… the nudist community.”

Amanda’s face grew redder. “Th… that’s okay. Never mind.”

Trish got behind Amanda and wrapped her arms around her, but instead of a hug, she placed her palms under Amanda’s ponderous breasts and squeezed them suggestively.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want to show these off? I bet the guys would be drooling over you.”

Amanda squawked indignantly and pushed Trish’s hands away. “No! I’m not like you! I’m not going to show it off!”

Trish laughed as she stepped back. “Don’t be so uptight. I’m sure daddy wouldn’t mind. Doesn’t she have great tits, daddy?”

“Why am I involved in this conversation?”

“Come on, daddy. Whose tits are nicer? I bet you like mine more.” Trish arched her back, her nipples pressing hard against the thin material separating us. “Go on, daddy. Tell me you don’t love them.”

“Oh my god!” Amanda cried out, standing up and shoving Trish back. “Can you not be a slut for five minutes?”

“Pumpkin,” I admonished. “Don’t call your sister that.”

“It’s okay, daddy,” Trish said with a wink. She turned and walked from the room, her hips swaying emphatically as she left. She turned around and gave me a sultry look. “I know what I am, daddy.”

“Daddy?! Tell her to stop being such a slut around you!”

“Pumpkin, please. I have such a hangover. Can’t we just eat breakfast and not get into it?”

Amanda glowered at me and sat again, refusing to look at me while she ate.

I just sighed.

Were other families like this?

***

It was late in the afternoon when there was a knock on the front door. Trish was off with God knew who and Amanda was on her computer playing something with her friends.

At least I had one girl I didn’t have to worry about.

I cracked the door only to find Layla standing there holding a pie. She gave me a dazzling smile, looking no worse for wear following the all-night party. The snug top and low jeans looked great on her, not that anything she wore could possibly make her look anything less than a ten.

“Hi mister Michael. I didn’t see you leave last night. I hope you had a good time.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry.”

“Right, had to take Trish to bed,” she said playfully. “She certainly needed some attention from her daddy.”

I cleared my throat. “Something like that. She needed to sleep it off. But what brings you by?”

She presented the fresh pie. “I came here to give you my pie. Would you like to taste it?”

My dick twitched.

She was doing this on purpose.

“Ah, thanks.”

She stepped closer as I took it, her perfume tickling my nose.

“It’s very hot, but I think you’ll love it. You could have it right now if you like.”

“Uh, are we still talking about the pie?”

Her hand caressed my groin, her breath hot in my ear.

“Of course not, silly. I’m talking about my pussy. I promised Jaime I’d take care of you while she’s gone. But honestly? I was going to fuck you anyway.”

I groaned as she teased me to hardness at our door.

“Why don’t you bring me in, mister Michael? Or did you want me to suck you off right here? Daddy might see, but wouldn’t that be hot? The whole neighborhood watching while you throat fuck me and blast your cum into my belly.”

Her fingers started to play along my zipper.

Oh shit. She actually would do it.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her in, closing the door behind us as she pouted.

“Aw, I was getting so wet thinking you’d fuck me in front of everyone. Or would you prefer I wear a big skirt like Jaime? You could cum in me all you want, and no one would know.”

I glanced upstairs to make sure Amanda wasn’t around before shushing her. “Quiet, Amanda is here.”

I knew I was in trouble at how her eyes glinted when I said that.

Layla began speaking a bit louder than necessary, projecting her voice toward the stairs. “Oh? Sweet little Amanda? Wouldn’t it be terrible if she found you with your cock down my throat? Or would you prefer my ass? That way I can scream as I cum.”

I grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall as she grew louder. I shoved her into the tiny office space that we only used as storage, shutting the door, and locking it behind me.

By the time I turned back to her she was already bent over the tiny surveyor’s desk, her jeans at her knees and her hands spreading her cheeks wide apart, showing off her winking rosebud and glistening lips.

“Oh, mister Michael, you’re so rough with me. Don’t worry, I like it.”

I wasn’t sure what had happened to the pie I’d been holding, and honestly, I didn’t care anymore. I’d gotten more pussy in the last week than I had in most of my life, and I was going to ride that gravy train until it derailed.

I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her ass, my tongue lapping at her wet pussy like I hadn’t had water in days. Her legs shivered as I lapped hungrily at her. The flat of my tongue lashed her with broad strokes digging into her folds and teasing her hole with the tip. I flicked her clit, drawing small circles around it before giving her broad licks again. I planted my lips against her moist lips and sucked gently on them while my finger rubbed her hard nub.

I adjusted my head, sinking to my knees so that I could suck on her clit and feed two fingers into her waiting hole. They quickly became wet as I dipped them in with small motions. Her walls pressed down on my fingers as the first knuckles spread her open, juices gathering and running down my fingers.

Layla moaned wantonly as I sucked and fingered her. Her voice grew louder, changing into lusty cries.

I adjusted again, my fingers still pistoning into her sopping hole. My tongue darted out, circling her rosebud. She gave a startled cry. I grinned as I added pressure, the tip of my tongue playing over that tight knot. She gasped and spread her cheeks wider, letting my tongue press past her tight ring and into her ass. Her legs quaked and she pushed her hips back against me, my lips locking onto her backside as my fingers sped up.

“Oh fuck! That’s so much better than daddy! Eat my ass! Fuck!”

I lost myself in a frenzy of driving my tongue into her hole while jamming a third finger into her convulsing pussy. She cried out as she splashed me, her pussy clenching tightly over my fingers and her ring trying to trap my tongue in her ass.

I curled my fingers individually. She blasted me with another torrent, soaking my shirt. Strangled cries were all I heard. Her legs twitched until they finally buckled, dropping her full weight onto the rickety desk.

“Oh god! Fuck me! Mister Michael! Fuck me now!”

She didn’t need to ask twice.

I had barely positioned my cock at her entrance before she pushed back, swallowing half my length in a single motion. Her knuckles turned white as she grabbed the edges of the wobbling desk, moaning as she squirmed around me.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck! FUCK!”

I clapped my hand over her mouth as she grew louder. I drove into her, burying the rest of myself in that snug hole. Muffled screams arose as I began hammering her. I slapped the other hand over her mouth and rammed in as hard as I could, pulling her back onto my cock. The desk shook dangerously, threatening to collapse as it swayed with the impacts.

Dull footsteps thumped overhead as Layla squealed harder. I squeezed a hand over her throat to keep her quiet as the footsteps headed for the stairs. Layla bucked against me. Her pussy clenched around me as she soaked my pants. I grunted as I unloaded inside her. She twitched as I throbbed, grinding her hips against me.

“Daddy? Is that you?” Amanda called down the hallway. “Are you moving something?”

“Uh, just a moment!”

I ground my cock hard into Layla again, feeling the blissful final pulses of cum coursing through me. I stepped back quickly as the footsteps approached the door. Layla’s legs finally gave out. She fell to the floor, knocking over some boxes and gasping for air.

“Are you okay?” Amanda called, worry in her voice. “Did you fall?”

“Um, yeah, just a sec. Let me move this stuff.”

Layla looked up at me, her eyelids partially hooded, her mouth agape as she breathed heavily.

“Can I come in?” The handle jiggled.

“No! No, I dropped—. Ah!”

I gave a cry as Layla grabbed my hips and jammed my slowly softening cock in her mouth. Her tongue ran over it as she expertly sucked, bobbing quickly, and coaxing me back to life.

“Daddy?”

“It’s… it’s fine. The stuff fell and blocked the door. Ugh, I got it. Hah! Don’t worry.”

I grasped the back of Layla’s head as she sucked, my newly energized cock sliding far back into her tight embrace.

“Okay. Um, daddy?”

“Yeah, pumpkin?”

“I… I love you.”

I suppressed a grunt as the head of my cock slipped past Layla’s throat barrier. The best part was that her eyes never wavered as she looked up at me. She ground her lips against my base and licked my balls, all while those beautiful brown eyes stared up at me.

“I love you too, pumpkin.”

“And, you don’t have to worry about me.”

I began to thrust into Layla’s abused mouth, my cock breaching that barrier each time. She barely made a sound. She took her hands from my waist and held them behind her back.

God, that look in her eyes. She’d let me do anything to her.

“I… I won’t be like Jaime. Or Trish. I know you love them. I love them too. But I’m not like that. I’m your good girl. I always will be.”

I grunted as I held Layla’s head down. My balls twitched and I sprayed what I had left down her throat. They ached pleasantly, like I was trying to pump the last out of an empty tank and the pressure was slowly caving them in. I groaned as her throat squeezed rhythmically around me, sucking it all down.

“Ugh, good. Good girl. Ng. Daddy’s proud of you.”

I shuddered as Layla stared up at me, her tongue lapping at my balls.

What a good girl.

“Thank you, daddy,” Amanda said from the other side of the door as the last of my cum dribbled down Layla’s throat. “Let me know if you need anything, daddy.”

“Uh-huh. Sure thing, pumpkin. Love you.”

“I love you.”

Her footsteps receded and Layla slowly pulled off my cock with a pop. She ran a finger along her lips, putting it in her mouth and sucking on it. She smiled at me.

“Thank you, daddy,” she said in a sing-song melody.

“Fucking hell.”

***

Trish pranced down the stairs later that evening in six-inch heels and a mini-dress that barely reached mid-thigh. Her blonde hair flowed freely as she whirled by me, stopping for just a moment to give me a kiss to the lips before bolting out the door. She rushed out into the night sky toward the waiting car, practically diving into the back seat before it peeled out of the driveway.

God, how did Trish still have energy after last night? Was it drugs? Cause, if so, I needed to get my hands on some.

I was definitely too old for this. Most of the day had been a fog, the Tylenol only helping so much. And while Layla’s insane fuck session had been mind-blowing, it certainly hadn’t refilled my energy reserves. Even after a quick nap I still felt like someone had left a roll of gauze in my skull.

I eventually had to call it quits as I faded in and out while watching some animated movie with Amanda. Something something land of something or another. Amanda hadn’t bought my excuse of me resting my eyes. It probably hadn’t helped that my head had hung limply to one side and I’d drooled on her.

I willed myself to take a shower before bed. At minimum, I really needed to get the smell of Layla’s pussy off me. I managed to get to the bed and pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow, not even having time to put on clothes or pull up the covers.

*Creak*

“Mmrg?”

I was vaguely aware of the door opening. I drifted back to sleep as something warm settled next to me.

***

I was woken to a sudden and irate scream.

“Daddy!”

My eyes shot open at the yell. I blinked a few times, my vision resolving to showcase an angry Amanda, her face scrunched and burning red, standing by the open bedroom door. I blinked again, realizing that from my point of view, most of my view was taken up by my raging morning wood.

Huh, that hadn’t happened in a while.

Amanada stalked off and slammed her door shut.

“Mrmph. Why’s she so loud in the mornings?”

I glanced over to who had spoken, finding Trish’s messy blonde hair planted firmly in the nook of my shoulder, her bare tits resting on my chest, and her fingers wrapped lightly around my cock.

I blinked a few more times, squinting my eyes and then rubbing them. She shifted and rubbed her face into my chest, groaning at having been disturbed. Her hand seemed to be on autopilot, slowly squeezing the base of my cock and stroking it.

“Trish?” I asked, my voice climbing as reality came back into focus. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shhh, daddy,” she groaned. “Not so loud.”

I rolled her off me, having to pry her fingers off my dick before she’d let go.

“Why are you in my bed?!”

She groaned again, turning away from me, showing off her perfect little butt with two dimples on her lower back. She threw an arm over her head, shielding her eyes from the sunlight seeping in through the curtains.

“Dave, or Daniel, or whatever his name is, threw up last night. I wasn’t going to sleep next to him, so I came in here.”

“Why naked?!”

“You didn’t seem to mind last night. Kept cuddling into me. Hoped you’d try and sleep fuck me.”

I got up and grabbed the crumpled towel from the floor where I’d dropped it last night. It was still a bit moist. I wrapped it around my waist and stood up, stalking to the bathroom.

“Next time, use Jaime’s room.”

She grunted something and wrapped herself in the blankets.

Ten minutes later I rapped my knuckles gently on Amanda’s door, now fully clothed and having chased Trish out of my bed.

“Pumpkin? Can I open the door?”

Silence.

I knocked again.

“Sweety? It’s not what it looked like. Apparently, her new… friend… got sick and she didn’t want to sleep with him anymore.”

Footsteps approached the door, pulling it open and revealing a puffy-eyed Amanda.

“And why were you naked?” she demanded.

“Okay, pumpkin, calm down. I fell asleep right after my shower. You saw me falling asleep multiple times during the movie.”

“And her? Why was she naked?”

“I… don’t really know. Maybe she just sleeps like that?”

Really killing it here.

“Did you like it?” Amanda was near tears again. “Her holding your… thing…”

“No!”

“Then why was it big? Don’t lie!”

“Okay, yes, but that’s just a normal response. She’s just got some… particular… habits when she sleeps. I guess.”

“Cause she’s a slut!” Amanda slammed the door in my face again. The lock clicked loudly as she scampered away. I could hear her crying again.

I sighed heavily and glared at the young man attempting to not draw attention as he tiptoed away. At least he had pants on. Which was more than Trish who pranced after him in the tiniest thong I’d ever seen and a shirt she had probably worn when she was six.

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The Setup

“Hi, daddy!” Jaime’s smiling face beamed on the phone. “Check out this suite! All paid for by Layla and the girls’ collection efforts.”

She walked around the massive bedroom, a four-post bed featuring prominently with a mirrored ceiling above. Not the most tactful of additions, but otherwise the place was fancy as fuck. Wood trim, tropical theme, sitting area inside the bedroom, and a view of the ocean from the balcony.

“Jeez, those girls really worked hard for you.”

“Oh, they loved it,” she dismissed with a wave and laugh. “Are they taking care of you, daddy? I know you might get lonely without me. They’ll just have to tide you over until you can be back inside me.”

I almost spit my coffee as she nibbled her finger coyly.

“Uh, yeah, we’re all fine here. All good. Thanks.”

“Oh? Are you feeling backed up? Want me to send one of them over? Who are you in the mood for?”

“No, no, I’m good. Just… ease up a bit, okay?”

“Ohhhh, is Amanda upset you’re getting all this pussy now? Little daddy’s girl needs to get laid. Really loosen up. She—”

“Anyway,” I interrupted, “how is Steven?”

“Oh, he’s loving it here.” She turned the camera and showed him sitting on the couch while an Asian woman in a maid outfit slowly bobbed her head in his lap. He waved at the camera. “See? The staff here is great.”

“Wonderful,” I said flatly. “Let me guess, Blossom recommended it?”

“Oh yeah, one of her all-time top picks. Said she left sore from every hole.” She turned the camera around and winked at me. “But don’t worry, daddy. I’m saving one for you.”

“Alright, well, I hope you have fun.”

“Wait, daddy! You should check with Blossom about Trish’s beach stay. She said since Trish won the vacation that they’d coordinate a family vacation to get together and bond.”

I could already imagine what kind of ‘bonding’ they’d be doing.

“Yeah, I may bow out. I doubt Amanda would go for it.” I grumbled under my breath. “I’m in enough hot water already with her.”

“What? No, you have to go, daddy. Jon and Blossom are so open, you’ll love it. They said Trish could bring her friends too. Amanda will be fine for a few days.”

“I’ll… think about it.”

“Okay. Oh, and I’ll send Ellie over. She said she needed to finish her collection, whatever that means.”

The call hung up before I could respond.

I glanced down at my growing erection.

Well, if the pussy’s just coming by itself, it’d be rude to say no.

***

“Hello sir,” Ellie greeted me, her short brown hair pulled into pigtails by pink ribbons bobbing as she bounced lightly at the front door. The posh accent perfectly matched her outfit, consisting of thigh-high white stockings, a pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, a low V-neck shirt that showed off a large expanse of pale bust, a uniformed half-coat and a tight lace choker. It was like every horny teen’s image of a catholic schoolgirl.

“Hi, Ellie.” I couldn’t get over how adorable she was with her little button nose and dimples. “Come on in.”

She gave me a dazzling smile, leaning to kiss me softly on the cheek. “What a gentleman.”

Ellie dropped her purse on the table beside the door. She turned, her hands behind her back and swaying shyly. “I’m sure you don’t have any ill intentions to an impressionable young lady like me, sir. You know, I went to an all-girls school until I was in college. I hardly know anything about what boys like.” She fluttered her eyes at me. “If only I knew a strong man who’d show me.”

Thank God, Amanda had gone to visit a friend, because I was going to fuck the shit out of this girl.

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said, continuing this roleplay. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

Ellie giggled as I cupped her cheek, opening her mouth for me as I ran my thumb along her lips. She sucked on it while maintaining eye contact with me. Her tongue hesitantly licked at it, slowly swirling around it, and sucking it in deeper, her little cheeks pulling inward slightly.

“That’s a good girl. Have you done this before?”

Her brow creased and she gave me puppy eyes as she slowly shook her head, her lips still sealed around my thumb.

“That’s good. I won’t have to break any bad habits then.”

She nodded as she moaned, sucking harder on my thumb. She whined when I pulled it from her lips, her eyes pleading to let her suck on it longer. I placed my hand on her head, and with barely any pressure, she went down to her knees. She panted lightly as she gazed up at me, as if not knowing what to do next.

“Have you ever seen a cock before?” I asked.

“No, sir,” she shook her head innocently. “What’s that?”

“Undo my pants.”

Ellie hesitantly placed her hands on my thighs, gasping as one ran over the outline of my cock.

“Go on.”

She glanced at my pants and then back up at me before nodding and unbuttoning my pants, unzipping them, and tugging them down to my ankles. She stared at my tenting shorts.

“Those too.”

She licked her lips nervously and placed her fingers at the elastic of my shorts, her dainty digits slowly curling under and pulling them down. She gasped as my cock sprang out, slapping cheek and leaving a small trail of precum stretching from there to the tip.

“Is this… your penis, sir?” she asked while marveling at it.

“It’s a cock. Say it properly.”

“Is this your c… cock, sir?”

“Yes. Would you like to touch it?”

She nodded, never taking her eyes from it as it bobbed in front of her eyes.

“Grasp it lightly around the base with your fingers and slowly pull it up and down. Like you’re gliding your hand over a pole.”

I groaned as she wrapped her soft hand around my base. She held it lightly, as if afraid she might break it. She glanced up at me once more before tentatively tugging at it. Upon seeing me nod to her, she began moving her hand in little strokes. Her dainty fingers played gently over my cock, tickling the hairs on my balls and making my cock throb.

“Good. Just like that. Now, lick it like a lollypop.”

She approached hesitantly, her pink tongue peeking from her lips as she stretched her neck. She touched it to the tip where another droplet of precum beaded. She pulled back almost immediately, a line of precum connecting the two. She peeked up at me again, her tongue still out.

“Lick it again. Use your whole tongue.”

Ellie nodded. Her tongue came out further and she pressed the flat of it against the tip of my cock. She ran the entire length against it, lapping up the precum before looking back up at me.

“Again. How does it taste?”

She closed her mouth and swallowed before licking again. Her mouth opened wide as she licked, more confident now. The flat of her tongue ran along the entire head, curling at the end and retreating back into her mouth.

“Good, sir.”

“What’s good?”

“Your c… cock, sir. It tastes good.”

“Good girl. Keep going. The sides too.”

Ellie continued to slowly stroke me as she ran her tongue along the sides of my cock, sometimes pressing her lips against it and running it along the shaft, her saliva slowly coating it. She glanced up at me at times as if checking to make sure she was doing it right.

“Why don’t you close your lips around the tip, just like my thumb. Keep that hand moving while you suck on it.”

She nodded and her warm mouth closed on the head, her tongue swirling around it. She didn’t move any further, only playing her tongue along it while she held the tip in her mouth.”

“Move your head a little like you’re want to lick as much as you can. Guys don’t like it when girls are quiet, either. Make sure to moan while you suck a cock.”

Ellie let out a weak moan as her tongue lapped on the underside, her head bobbing slightly as her hand stroked me. Her tongue ventured further down my cock, her lips wetting me and beginning to glide further. Her moans grew louder as I praised her and rubbed her hair, her mouth wetter.

“Keep that mouth open wide. I should only be feeling that soft mouth of yours.”

She continued bobbing lightly, now twisting her head slightly in a spiraling motion. Her teeth never touched my cock, even as she traveled further down. She occasionally gurgled wetly as she took me farther in.

“Very good. Now we’ll move to the next part.”

She gave a startled cry as I grabbed the back of her head and fed another several inches into her mouth.

“Guys like it when you can swallow their cocks. Just breathe easy and keep sucking.”

She cast worried eyes up at me, tears slowly forming on the edges as she occasionally gagged.

“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat. You’ll need to take my entire cock in there.”

Ellie whimpered as I fed more into her little mouth, eventually bumping the back of her throat as she gagged more. I kept myself there as she steadied herself. She took deep breaths and tried to stop from coughing and retching. She cast pleading eyes up at me as her lips pressed against her hand at the base of my cock.

“Good. Now, take away your hand. You’re going to take the rest of me in.”

She gave a weak shake, but removed her hand when I didn’t let up.

I pressed further in as she gurgled and gagged, pressing hard against her throat barrier. Her head gave little shakes as I ground myself against her, but her hands remained limp at her sides.

I slid in suddenly as her barrier gave, lodging my cock down her throat as it squeezed and convulsed around me. She coughed and retched, globs of spit coating my balls as I held her there. I reached down with one hand and lightly grasped her slightly distended throat, my cock lodged firmly in there.

“Good girl. Just like that. Guys love to throat fuck girls. Try to swallow to make your throat ripple over it. Keep that tongue moving. Lick my balls.”

I groaned as she did as instructed, her throat clenching over my cock rhythmically as her tongue darted out and bathed my balls. I gave little thrusts as she began to relax, her throat beginning to shape around my cock and accept it more easily.

“That’s real good. Now, I’ll need you to swallow everything I give you. Okay? Take it all into your tummy for me.”

Ellie nodded as I thrust it her more rapidly, her lips smashing against my pubis every time. Her eyes watered as she stared up at me. My balls tightened as I used her mouth. I ground her face against me as I unloaded a torrent down her throat. It clenched around me, milking me as she swallowed each burst.

I held her there for a long time, my cock slowly softening in her throat, enjoying the warmth and gentle caresses.

Ellie covered her mouth and coughed when I pulled out. She wiped her mouth, drool and spit covering it.

“Did… did I do good, sir? Was I good?”

“Very good,” I told her with a smile, pulling her up to stand in front of me. Her anxious smile just made me want to do all manner of terrible things to her. “Such a good girl. You’ll make the boys very happy.”

“Really? Thank you for teaching me, sir.”

I walked her over to the couch, bidding her to sit. She sank to the couch, her knees together and smoothing her skirt over her legs.

“What… what are we going to do now, sir?” she asked shyly.

I kneeled before her, placing my hands on her knees, causing her to give a little jump.

“I’m going to check your pussy.”

“My, my pussy, sir?”

I grinned as she clutched her hands to her chest in embarrassment.

What a little actress.

I spread her knees apart, displaying a cute set of white panties, with a tiny pink bow adorning the top. I ran my fingers along her inner thighs. She gave little gasps as I drew closer. I ran my fingers along the edges of her soft panties, feeling the ridges and tracing them to the sides as she whimpered.

I hooked my fingers around the edges, and pulled them down slowly, revealing her shaven skin and hard clit peaking from her hood, her lips pink and engorged.

“Sir? Is it pretty?”

“Very pretty my dear,” I answered, pulling her panties down to her ankles and off. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy this.”

Her sweet and pungent aroma flooded my senses as my face drew closer. I pulled her hips closer, angling her for my probing tongue as I lapped at her lips. She cried out as I ran the flat of my tongue along her slit and flicked her hard clit.

I continued lapping at her as her breathing grew ragged, her legs twitching and her pussy flooding. I drove my tongue between her lips into her waiting hole, her sweet nectar playing on my tongue as she cried out. I latched my lips against hers, sucking lightly and licking deeply as she screamed, her fingers digging into my scalp as she ground her pussy against me.

She lay panting against the couch once I finally let her go, the cushion wet from her long orgasm.

“Sir? What happened?”

“You came, my dear. If a guy can’t do that for you, then he doesn’t deserve your sweet hole.”

She glanced at my erection as I rested it between her thighs. She swallowed heavily and glanced up at me anxiously. “Sir? What are you going to do?”

“Well, I’m going to show you how a man uses your hole. Would you like that?”

She gave me a hesitant nod, her hands clutching her chest again.

I rubbed the length of my cock against her soaked lips, eliciting little moans from her whenever I bumped across her clit. Her juices coated my cock, her lips burning hot against it.

“Here we go. Just relax.”

“Sir? Don’t we need a condom?”

“Oh no, guys don’t like those. They like to press in raw and cum inside you. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Her brows furrowed and her mouth opened in a little ‘O’ shape as I pressed the head into her snug hole. She locked eyes with me, her eyes growing wider as I slid deeper and deeper into her hot tunnel. They were the size of saucers as I bumped the back, my balls resting against her little bottom. Her tunnel squeezed around me tightly, sucking me in and rippling around me.

“There you go, all in. How does that feel?”

“Really big, sir,” she gasped. “Are all boys this big?”

“Some are. You’ll be getting a lot of cock, so you can decide which size you like the most.”

She groaned as she clenched around me. “I think I like your size, sir. It’s so big. It’s pushing my insides apart.”

“That’s a good girl. You just keep talking like that and I’ll give you a big creampie.”

“What’s that, sir?”

I groaned as I slowly pulsed inside her. “That’s where I dump all my cum inside your pretty little pussy.”

“Won’t I get pregnant then?”

“Maybe, but you’ll learn to love the feeling of getting bred.”

“Yes, sir.”

She gasped as I pulled out, leaving only the tip inside. She threw her head back and cried out as I slid back in, bumping the back of her snug tunnel again. I began to pump to a steady beat as she cried out, her pussy squelching around me with every thrust. Her breath grew ragged again, her hips rolling and wiggling against me with every thrust. She bit her lower lip and whimpered as my thrusts grew faster. She began to shake. She cried out and scratched at my chest as she tensed up, her tunnel locking me in its velvety embrace.

“Good girl. Just keep enjoying it. I’m going to dump all my cum in your sweet pussy. Then you’re going to clean my cock off with your mouth.”

“Yes sir! Anything for you, sir! Please, keep going! I’m cumming again!”

Ellie cried out as her body continued to tense and relax, her pussy convulsing over me insistently, as if begging me to deposit my load in her. I couldn’t help but acquiesce.

I grunted as I pulsed waves of hot cum into her pussy, flooding her tunnel and cramming her full. She shook as I splashed the back of her tunnel, gasping and panting at the sensation.

Ellie wrapped her long legs around me as I tried to pull out. “Wait, please. I want to feel you as you grow soft, sir.”

I grinned and leaned down, kissing her, and letting my tongue wrap around hers. She moaned and clung to me, her pussy still squeezing around me, milking the last of the cum from me.

She grinned up at me as I pulled back. “Was that good, sir? Will I make a good slut?”

The girly demeanor fell away as she tightened her legs, wiggling her hips against me. “Mmm, you’re such a good teacher. I wish I’d met you when I was younger. Maybe then I’d just be your slut.”

“Well, Jan probably would have had a problem with that.”

“I’d have let her fuck me too. I don’t mind some girl play.”

“Somehow, I don’t think that would have gone over well with her.”

“Oh well.”

She released me and I pulled out, watching a white stream of cum dribble from her gaping pussy. She cooed and ran her finger along it, catching some on it and licking her finger clean.

“Oh, that reminds me,” she said as she slid from the couch and gently pulled my soft cock back into her mouth. She moaned as she gently swirled her tongue around it, cleaning off her juices. “There you go, all clean. Sir.”

I sighed, that blissful feeling of an empty sack and a satisfied libido washing over me. I pulled up my pants as she put her panties back on, pulling them tight against her dripping hole.

“I have to ask. Why me?”

It was something that had been bugging me. What possible reason did they have to want to fuck a middle-aged guy. It wasn’t like I was an Adonis or anything.

“Well, it started as the bachelorette challenge, then I started fucking my way through everyone’s dads on a lark, and you were the last one who hadn’t blown a load in my pussy.” She kissed my cheek and flashed me a smile again. “But I think I enjoyed this one the most. Not many get into the roleplay. Christina’s dad just bent me over and fucked me hard. Not that I minded that.”

That answered that question.

***

“Please, daddy? I’ll never ask you for anything ever again. Please?” Trish’s incessant pleading was starting to drone together, becoming just one continuous whine to me. “I’ll do whatever you want. Nothing’s off limits. Do you like my friends? You can have them. Please?”

“Why do you need me there? Just go with your friends.”

“But daddy, Winny and Andrea can only come if their parents know someone responsible is going.”

“Just tell them Blossom and Jon are there,” I countered.

“They don’t know them. They know you. You don’t have to do anything. You can stay in the room and just chill, it’ll be nice and relaxing. Please?”

“And what am I going to do with Amanada? She wouldn’t be caught dead there.”

“Send her to grandma and grandpa’s place. It’s just one weekend.”

“Yeah, the weekend we’re supposed to go dancing again.”

I left the kitchen, but Trish chased after me, clinging to my arm.

“So, reschedule. Do something during the week.”

I shook her off and glared at her.

“She’s still upset about the whole ‘sleeping together’ thing. I’m just now getting back in her good graces.”

“It’s not like she caught you with your cock down my throat.”

“Don’t even start with me, Trish.”

“Okay, how about this. I get Amanda to give up the weekend, and then you accompany us to the beach.”

“Sure,” I snorted. “Go knock yourself out. And when that doesn’t happen, you can go by yourself.”

“Deal!”

She rushed off.

The rest of the day was surprisingly quiet. I had assumed I’d hear nothing but a drone of whines throughout the day culminating with slammed doors and screaming, but that didn’t happen. Instead, Trish just stayed in her room, as did Amanda.

By dinner time I figured I was off the hook, so went about cooking some homemade pasta while humming to myself.

Around the time I was serving up dinner, a flurry of footsteps resounded upstairs. Amanda practically flew down the stairs, her flaming ponytail bouncing with every excited step. She launched herself at me and hugged me tight.

“Thak you, daddy! This is so amazing! I can’t wait to start practicing with you. I can’t believe you found such a great salsa studio for us. And a competition? I love you so much, daddy!”

Amanda rained kisses on my cheeks as she squealed.

“Yeah, daddy, really good find there,” Trish said with a big smile as she entered the dining room. “I’m so glad you’re treating your little princess to all these lessons. It really freed up next weekend so that we can go to the beach.”

I blinked at her through the haze of excited squealing.

“Don’t worry about the packing. Not like you’ll need any clothes anyway.” She took her seat, that victorious smile growing on her face as Amanda excitedly chattered on about routines and dances. “We’ll take good care of you all weekend long.” She nibbled her finger coyly. “I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”

###

Barrington Cove

“Michael! I’m so happy to see you!” Blossom cried out as she embraced me excitedly. The fact that she was wearing anything was a bit surprising, but then again, we were just at the airport. The gauzy dress clung to her tight curves, highlighting her hourglass figure. “I was thrilled to hear you’d be joining us.”

I was about to say something when she dove her tongue down my throat. I shot a worried glance at Jon, but he just shot me finger guns and winked.

Right, they had that kind of relationship.

I grunted as she squeezed my cock through my slacks. “I can’t wait to feel you cum inside me again,” she whispered in my ear.

And then she was gone, embracing Trish and her friends.

“Hey Michael, glad you could make it.” Jon gave me a friendly hug. “Blossom hasn’t been this giddy since Trish and Steven joined us out here last year.”

I didn’t even want to imagine what they’d done together.

“Well, I’m more just here as a chaperone for the girls,” I said as I grabbed the small suitcase I’d brought along over Trish’s objections. “I’m mostly just hoping to relax.”

“Sure, sure, no worries. Blossom’s great with that. Annie’s here too. She just got her masseuse certification. They’ll leave you feeling boneless. It’ll be great.”

We continued to exchange pleasantries as we loaded everyone into the extended cab van they’d brought. Trish sat in the back with Blossom, chatting animatedly about all the activities and facilities. Winny, Trish’s dark-skinned half Thai and Mexican friend, jumped in asking about certain events they could go to at the resort. She was kneeling on the center bench and leaning over the back, waving her generous Latin booty-short-clad behind about. Andrea, her longtime friend, sat in a similar position, watching wide-eyed as they described what they were planning on doing for the weekend. The hem of her summer gown rode up her thighs, flashing the cheeks of her lithe behind as it wiggled excitedly.

I grabbed the passenger seat and chatted with Jon on the drive.

“So, who’s going to be joining us this weekend?”

“Ah, not as many as we’d hoped, but we’ll still have a good representation from the family. Our daughter, Annie, is here, obviously. Jason and Corrine, nephew and niece from Blossom’s side, and my sister, Mina, and her son Liam. The kids are all about the same age, I think, so they can keep themselves amused. Lots of stuff to do here. Oh, and everything’s covered, including the bar.”

“Oh good because I could use a drink. I’ve basically had the girls chatting over me the entire flight. I’m not sure when they found the time to breath.”

Jon chuffed as he drove the car along the winding ridge, giving an amazing view of the white beaches and buildings below. I cracked the window, the flowing air cooling down the car a bit. It had the pleasant salty tang of the ocean and moistness that made my skin feel alive.

“When can we take off our clothes?” Trish asked from the back.

“You gotta wait until we cross into the resort,” Jon called back. “The police get snippy if tourists wander around in the buff.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait to get out of this,” Trish complained, tugging at her blouse. “I told daddy not to pack anything, but he still insisted on bringing stuff.”

Blossom let out a clear pearl of laughter. “Oh Michael, that’s so cute. Trust me, by the first hour, you’ll be kicking yourself for having weighed yourself down. By tomorrow, you’ll never want to wear clothes again.”

“Well, that would be a problem since I still have a life I have to get back to. Think I might cause some issues if I wander around the house naked.”

“Not at all, daddy. That just gives me better access.”

“Oh, are you taking care of your daddy? What a good girl,” Blossom said proudly. “Annie was a bit younger than you when she started taking care of Jon. Truly a wonderful bonding experience. It brought them so close.”

“That’s not what’s happening, Blossom,” I said as I rubbed my temples.

“Yeah, daddy only let me suck him off and stroke him in the morning. He doesn’t seem to mind giving Jaime all the dick she wants, though.”

“Well, don’t you worry, this is a magical place for forming closer bonds. He’ll be balls deep in you before you know it.”

I made the mistake of glancing back. Winny and Andrea sat open-mouthed looking between me and Trish. I could only groan as slow smiles grew on their faces. They tittered, turning to Trish, and making size estimates with their hands. Trish shook her head and held her hands farther apart and the girls gasped. Blossom nodded her head and whispered something, making them all turn back to me and giggle.

Great. Who at this point didn’t know I was fucking my daughters?

***

I gazed around in wonder at the resort. I had kind of imagined it would just be a kinda nice hotel and a beach, but no, it was a sprawling private compound with tons of natural light shining into the main building, bright and clean walls, bamboo and wood motif, and naked bodies as far as the eye could see. While the staff weren’t naked, they wore so little that they almost were. The front desk was manned by women in short vests that barely contained their tits, exposing their tight midriffs, and short pencil skirts that held onto the bottoms of their perky butts for all they were worth and black knee-high tights with six-inch heels. The support staff wore similar, though the men basically walked around in speedos and a collar you would see on a male-stripper, their pecks dancing whenever they lifted something. The maid staff all wore the tiniest French maid outfits they could squeeze into, with cat ear hairbands and bushy tails that peeked out from under their skirts.

“It’s really something, isn’t it?” Blossom asked from beside me. “You can always tell who the newbies are since they’re gawking at everything and have raging hard-ons.”

I tore my eyes from one of the maids who was on her knees scrubbing one of the lounge chairs, her thong barely covering her pussy and doing nothing to hide the fact that the tail was secured in her tight ass.

“Huh?”

It was only now that I realized Blossom was already naked, her dress a puddle on the floor, and her taught body pressed against me. In the natural light, her skin was perfectly bronzed, not an inch of her not a glowing golden color. Light brown hair glimmered in the light, gently flowing with the breeze, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously.

She ran her hand down my chest and slid it into my pants, all while holding my gaze. She ran her fingers along my hard cock, sending shivers down my spine.

“You seem a little overwhelmed. Why don’t I help you take the edge off?”

Blossom pulled her hand out of my pants, sinking to her knees and tugging them down instead. I shot a panicked look around, but the only people watching were Winny and Andrea. Everyone else seemed to go about their business, with Trish and Jon having already stripped and chatting with a young woman who looked like a young Blossom. She in turn sank to her knees and started sucking on Jon’s cock, with Trish kneeling down moments later to share with her.

I groaned as my cock sank down Blossom’s throat, her lips already around the base as she lapped at the underside of my cock. I grasped her head, running my fingers through her silky hair as her throat tightened rhythmically around my cock, her head bobbing back and forth.

“Wow,” Winny whispered as she approached, her eyes locked on Blossom and her amazing oral skills. “You really are big.”

She surprised me by pulling my head down into a passionate kiss, her tongue rolling against mine. She moaned and guided my hand to her tight shorts, where I unbuttoned and pulled them down. She gasped as I rubbed a finger against her hard nub. She sucked my tongue in and rolled her hips against my fingers with an urgency need. The pitch of her whines increased, her pussy dripping wet as I slid a finger in and curled my digit.

Winny alternated kissing and licking my neck, her fingers digging into my arm at times as she clenched over my fingers. She squeaked and clung to my arm as I thumbed her clit, her tunnel squeezing tightly over my finger.

I grunted as I let loose a torrent of cum down Blossom’s throat, my balls pulling tight against her lips with every throb.

Winny shuddered against me and slowly straightened herself, pulling my finger from her pussy and sucking on it while maintaining eye contact. She swirled her tongue around it, just like Blossom was doing to my softening cock. Winny pulled out the finger, having sucked her juices off it.

“I hope you’ll remember me tonight,” Winny said in a low and sultry voice. “I’ll be in my bed. Waiting for you.”

She kissed me before stripping off the rest of her clothes, showcasing a heavy pair of tits that sagged a bit under their own weight, a taught tummy, and hips that made me want to grab them and breed her right here.

“Mmm, how was that, Michael? Feeling calmer?”

“Much.”

Blossom smiled and kissed my cheek. “Good. Now, why don’t I introduce you to my daughter?”

I glanced over to where she nodded, seeing Jon groan and spray his load over the three girls kneeling before him. Trish received the biggest load, splashing her forehead, and Andrea the next on her cheek. The other girl, presumably Annie, licked the cum off Trish’s face before kissing her deeply.

I had already forgotten about clothes by the time I’d taken the few steps over, Winny having helped take off my shirt while Blossom had removed my pants. Now that I was looking around more closely, I could spy other couples and groups sucking and fucking to their hearts content, with the occasional waitstaff offering them refreshments or wet towels.

“Whew, great way to start the day, huh?” Jon said with a smile. “Oh, Michael, this is our daughter Annie. I think you may have seen her at the reception. She was one of the dancers.”

“It’s okay if you don’t recognize me,” she said with a laugh. She pulled me into a tight hug, her big breasts squishing softly against my chest. “Folks tend to forget faces when we do that number.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry. It was really good though.”

“Yeah, I heard mom helped drain your balls during it. If you like, I could give you a private show.” A flirty smile crossed her cute face, her soft brown eyes twinkling. Her hand lightly grazed my dick. “That is, if I can wrestle you away from mom. Apparently, she has a lot of plans for you, and your cock.”

Why had I been so reluctant to come again?

***

I whistled as we approached the bungalow after a short tram ride. It looked like a quaint little place, all lined up with others on the cobbled street, but inside was far larger than I’d expected. What I had assumed was the first floor was actually the second, with stairs leading down to an even larger living space, and a door leading out to the grassy grotto and beach beyond. The place was probably bigger than my house, with two master and three guest bedrooms, two kitchens, and numerous other amenities. Natural light shone in brightly from all angles on the top floor, ending with an amazing view over the spotless white beach and a private shaded lawn area for residents.

“We’re just next door with my sister and the kids,” Jon said as he gave the tour, pointing out the hot tub and sauna. “You can just walk out onto the beach, there is always something to do out there, and everyone is very friendly. If something doesn’t strike your fancy, there’s no problem just declining politely.”

“Oh, I’m not declining anything,” Trish said giddily as she dragged Andrea and Winny downstairs. “We’ll be back before dinner!”

“Not too many drinks this time!” I called after her, doubtful she’d listen even if she’d heard. Moments later I spotted her blonde hair trailing behind her as she whooped and ran out toward the water, several heads turning to watch her.

“Ah, I remember my first time here,” Annie sighed happily. “I think I woke up in a pile of people out on the beach the next morning.”

“Uh, it’s not dangerous or anything?”

Blossom wandered over to the fridge and pulled out a few bottles of water. “Not really. Security is really good here. They always keep an eye on people. And everyone here’s done the bloodwork and gotten screened.”

“Wait, was that what that was for? I thought that was just to travel internationally because of foreign pathogens or something.”

Jon clapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Michael, they know what they’re doing here. Everyone’s clean. Everyone’s consenting. It’s safe, and non-judgmental.” He leaned over and spoke jokingly out of the corner of his mouth. “But if you want to see the really weird stuff, wander out past the other side.” He pointed to a tall fence on the other side of the beach with a velvet-roped entrance.

“Don’t tease him, Jon,” Blossom said as she slapped his shoulder playfully. “They’re perfectly friendly over there. That’s just where you’ll find the more niche kinks.”

“Ah, uh, I’m good with the kinks I currently have, thanks.”

Annie squeezed my arm between her soft tits again, resting my palm on her sparse fur she’d sculpted into a silky triangle. “Trust me, you’ll have plenty of holes to fill even without new kinks.”

She’d inherited her mother’s good looks, but some more of the height of her father. While Blossom was on the shorter side, Annie was nearly as tall as me, with long legs that I could imagine wrapping around me as I hammered into her. Dancing had given her a lean body, though her double Ds certainly made her stand out from a typical dance group. I vaguely recalled a massively stacked brunette at the reception, but I’d been pretty distracted at the time by Blossom riding my dick.

Annie gave me a coy smile as if she could read my mind. “Maybe you’d like to fill one of those holes now?” She caught my glance over at her parents and tilted my head back towards her. “Don’t worry, we’re a very open family. We love to share.”

Blossom slowly stroked Jon’s cock as Annie stepped in and kissed me. My hesitation melted and I met her tongue, pulling her soft body against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me harder and driving her tongue deeper into my mouth. Our tongues danced, sliding over each other. Her body was hot as she slowly moved against me, her hips gently bumping my erection. My hands roamed her flawless skin, marveling at her muscular behind and squeezing her firm cheeks.

Annie pulled me toward the couches. She lay on one side of the ‘L’ and held out her arms to me invitingly. I fell into them as her long legs locked around me, pulling me tight against her hot pussy, our lips meeting again as we kissed. Her gentle moans filled the air.

I ground my cock against her, slowly wetting the shaft as her juices leaked and coated me. My hands found her glorious tits, sinking slightly into their soft embrace, her hard nipples rubbing against my palms.

Annie moaned as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, gasping when I caught one in my mouth and sucked on it. I rolled it around my tongue, alternating sucking, and licking. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me tight against her breast, urging me to suck harder.

I nibbled on her hard nub, and she cried out, rocking her hips against me, rubbing my cock harder. She gasped as I switched breasts, lapping at and teasing her other nipple. Her pussy was soaking my cock, the hot center rubbing hard against my shaft.

“Ng, please fuck me,” she gasped. “Hurry. I need to feel it.”

She cried out as I pressed against her waiting hole. It swallowed my cock easily, tightly squeezing around it as her juices let me glide in.

I groaned at how hot and wet she was. I could easily slide my entire length into her, and she just moaned and pulled me tighter to her, urging me on. I ground my hips against her, and she groaned as I rubbed up against her swollen clit.

“Please, fuck me hard. As hard as you can.”

I pulled out slowly and then rammed in, sending her head back as she screamed out. I thrust in again quickly, my balls slapping her ass as she wiggled her hips. I moved into a rapid tempo, slapping her pussy with each stroke as I pummeled her tight tunnel.

Annie was suddenly silenced by her mother’s mouth as Blossom dove her tongue in. She was on all fours on the other ‘L’, Jon slowly stroking her from behind as she kissed her daughter.

Annie’s cries grew louder in her mother’s mouth as Blossom pinched Annie’s nipples. Annie gushed over me, her pussy clamping and convulsing. She reached up and grabbed her mother’s tits as they hung heavily above her, rubbing and rolling her nipples as she came around my cock.

It was Blossom’s turn to cry and shiver as her daughter assaulted her tits while her husband picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her sopping pussy.

Jon and I fell into rhythm, driving deep into our partners and making them moan in unison. We grew faster, the slapping sounds of our fucking echoing off the walls.

Annie was the first to break, screaming as she came again. Blossom followed, hanging her head and shoving her ass out to meet Jon’s thrusts as she screamed.

I groaned and grunted as I throbbed into Annie’s hot hole, splashing her tunnel with cum. I panted as I continued tensing, my orgasm seeming to go on for far longer than usual. My balls felt completely drained as Annie’s toned legs held me there.

Blossom gently kissed Annie and rubbed her cheek against hers, looking up at me as I finished cumming in her daughter. “See? I knew you’d like him.”

Annie continued to pant and whimper, her body still shaking from her orgasm.

“Hey, good on you Michael,” Jon said with a smile, his cock slowly deflating as it dripped a few remnants of cum on the couch. “I don’t quite have the girth, so I gotta spend more time going down on the ladies and warming them up.”

Blossom gave a sultry laugh and turned around kissing him deeply. “Yeah, but you do it so well, baby. Who cares how big you are when you can make me cum my brains out so often.”

Jon chuckled and kissed her again, his palms kneading her ass as she cooed.

***

“Doesn’t look like we’d be related, right?” Jon grinned at me as I blinked owlishly at Mina. “Sad to say, all tall genes went this way.”

“At least I got the luxurious hair,” she quipped as she reached over and ruffled his thinning brown hair. Her own fell in thick waves down to her lower back as she stood beside his seated form.

Mina was a little cutie. Literally. Where Jon was probably just north of six feet tall, she was hovering around four and a half. Late thirties, but still cute as a button. There were a few faded stretch marks from having a kid, but she’d obviously put a lot of effort into getting back into shape. Wide hips and slightly saggy C-cups, her skin was pleasantly bronzed with a few white patches where a bathing suit had obviously blocked out some rays, though her entire behind was a golden brown save a tiny strip where a thong had covered her.

“We were pretty much identical until, what, middle school? I think I shot up two feet and Mina here stayed where she was.”

She blew air out of the side of her mouth and rolled her eyes. “Life’s just not fair at times.”