Literotic asexstories – Natural Forces Ch. 04 by AussieGuyBNE,AussieGuyBNE This is the fourth chapter of a multi-part story centred around Mike, Trish and their friends.
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Unfortunately, this is mostly a true story. I have only changed a few of the details and names for privacy.
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It was a busy morning. Trish had told me before she left for work that she had invited her supervisor, Professor Deneuve, over for a barbie dinner on Saturday.
I was just digesting that and trying to rework the logistics for the rest of the week, when the phone rang.
It was Mary. She and Joe were the parents of Kirra and Sharon. The girls were close friends with Trish; they’d all gone through school together. I’d recently helped them mend their relationship with Kirra, their youngest daughter.
“Hi Mike,” Mary said, “I hope I am not disturbing anything.”
“No, all good, Mary,” I replied. “How are you?”
“I am well, Mike, thanks,” Mary responded.
“And those daughters? Kirra and Sharon enjoying all the parental attention?”
“Yes, they are,” Mary chuckled, “well Kirra is. I am sorry to bother you, but I am afraid we need your help.”
“My help? Sure. Anything. What’s the matter?”
“It’s Sharon, I’m afraid,” Mary said quietly. “You were right when you said she might feel left out, with Joe and I having incest with Kirra….”
“Hmm, I see,” I said full of concern. “I thought this could happen.”
“I know,” Mary sighed. “You were right, Mike.”
“How is she?”
“She’s holed up in her room,” Mary explained. “She won’t come out. Joe and I thought, maybe, that you might be able to talk to her?”
I didn’t tell Mary, but Sharon had texted me yesterday out of the blue asking me how I was doing. I’d replied innocently and thought nothing much of it.
“Well, OK, I guess,” I replied, “though I am not sure what I can do.”
“We think,” Mary explained, “that since you broke Kirra in at Trish’s party, maybe Sharon might be more responsive to you than she is to us at the moment.”
“Well, I don’t know,” I said. “We’ll see, I guess. I will be over in about an hour.”
“That’s great!” Mary enthused with relief. “Thank you for helping, regardless. We don’t want to impose on your generosity, Mike, but this is an emergency.”
“No problem, Mary. We’ve been friends for so long that we’re like family.”
“Just like always, Mike,” Mary said. “You always put the needs of others ahead of your own.”
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I knocked quietly on Sharon’s bedroom door.
“Sharon,” I said in a hushed voice, “it’s me, Mike. May I come in?”
There was no immediate answer, so I turned the doorknob and went in.
After Mary’s call I had texted Sharon and told her that I had missed seeing her lately and asked her would she mind if I came over to visit her. She had responded immediately with an “OK”, which I took as a positive sign.
I entered her bedroom. It was a large room. Subdued light leached from the bedlamp on a bedside table. There were a few stuffed toys: teddys and dogs. I made out the soft pink walls, it was a very feminine space. The bed was in the centre of the opposite wall. Sharon sat on the bed, propped up by pillows against the bedhead. Her knees were raised and her hand was between them. When she noticed me entering, she quickly removed her hand, slipped her legs down and settled her skirt.
“Hi, Sharon,” I said, “how are you?”
Now she was doing something on her phone.
“Hi Mike,” she said looking up and smiling briefly. “I’m having a bit of trouble actually. This level is tricky.”
I approached the bed to see what she meant. She was playing Irate Birds on her uPhone. I sat down on the bed beside to her.
“Oh,” I said taking an immediate and active interest in what she was doing, “I remember this level. It is tricky! Let me think… oh, yeah, try aiming here with an irate red bird.”
I swung my legs up on the bed and sat alongside her. Sharon fired the irate bird to where I’d indicated and soon a kooky chain reaction was set in motion and the difficult level had been achieved.
“Wow,” Sharon said, “that was it, Mike! Hey, and I even found a gold key!”
“Congrats, Sharon!” I enthused. I put a hand on her thigh and kissed her forehead. “Great skill!”
Sharon had been friends with my daughter, Trish, for over a decade, so we knew each other well. Trish and Sharon were the same age, twenty-two.
Thrilled by her achievement, Sharon gave me a hug and innocently kissed my cheek. I noticed the skirt she was wearing was quite short; she also wore a white camisole top.
“I knew you’d help me, Mike,” she said. “You’ve always been good to me.”
“Well,” I told her, “good friends of Trish are good friends of mine.”
“Trish is so lucky to have you as her Dad,” she said.
“You’re pretty lucky, too, Sharon,” I reminded her. “Mary and Joe both love you very much.”
“Not like you love Trish,” she added kind of sadly, before adding, “and not how they love Kirra.”
“Sharon,” I said sympathetically, “I think you’d be surprised about how they feel about you. You’re their first daughter. The first child is always special.”
She put down the uPhone and fell silent. I took her hand in mine. It felt soft, Sharon had long graceful fingers.
“Hey, Sharon,” I said to her, “Look, let’s talk this out man to man or at least man to girl. What happens in here stays in here, OK? You can trust me.”
She nodded. My hand rubbed along her forearm, reassuring her.
“Spit it out. Tell me. What’s going on?”
“Well, Mike, Mum and Dad, um. Well, you know all about Mum and Dad and Kirra. Well, I am older than Kirra and Mum and Dad have never ever tried to fuck me…”
“And you want them to?”
She nodded.
“You know there’s a lot of social pressure against incest, against families simply being loving together, Sharon. It’s a massive taboo. Sometimes that makes things pretty difficult for parents and kids who want to fuck. Especially so with their first when parents are unsure about so many things. And it’s not for everyone.”
“I know. But all my friends want their parents to fuck them. Quite a lot have been fucked by a parent or a grandparent or an uncle or an aunt. You know, like Trish and Connie and Debbie. And now Kirra.”
Connie’s dad or a family member was fucking her? That was good to know.
“It’s tricky with the first child,” I tried to explain. “There’s no user guide and parents are so scared of doing the wrong thing. They are often more relaxed with their later children. I nearly totally missed my opportunity with Trish because of that. Luckily, now, we have a great relationship and fuck all the time.”
“I suppose so,” she granted.
“You can still have a great relationship with your parents, Sharon. I know your parents want to have sex with you very much. Kirra was just as frustrated about it as you are, believe me. Now look at her. She’s blossomed with the incest. And so can you.”
“Is that why you fucked Kirra at the party? To get Dad to finally have incest with her?”
“Yes,” I confessed, “I was moved by Kirra’s need for Dad cock and I wanted to bring you all closer together. You’re our friends! It was the least I could do to try and help you all.”
“Yeah, Mike, you showing Dad that incest was OK really changed the dynamics. Now Mum and Dad fuck K all the time.”
“I know they want to fuck you just as much, too, Sharon. I mean, you’re pretty hot. Those nice big tits and a saucy tail.”
My hand slipped along her thigh.
“You think so?”
“Sharon, I’ve always thought you’d be a great fuck. It’s the truth. Scout’s honour! Dib, dib, dib.”
I looked her in the eye. My hand slipped under her skirt, wandering high on her thigh. Sharon wasn’t wearing panties!
“You’re just saying that, Mike.”
She looked unsure, a little fragile. It was time for some confidence building and shock-treatment. I stood up beside the bed and dropped my pants. I showed Sharon my cock. It was almost fully hard.
“Does this look like I don’t mean it, Sharon?”
Sharon’s mouth fell open in surprise. I slipped my shirt over my head and was soon naked in front her.
“You know you can’t order these things to get hard. They only get hard when they’re turned-on. I am turned-on by the thought of finally fucking you, Sharon.”
“Oh, Mike, it’s so beautiful. I haven’t seen it for so long.”
Sharon would have had a few nude swims with Trish and I when she was younger, so she would have seen me naked lots if times back then. I stroked my cock a few times to show her its full length.
“You were masturbating when I came in. What were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about being fucked by Mum and Dad… and by you, Mike, well, after your text message…”
“Well,” I said, “Sharon, let’s do it! Let’s fuck!”
I leaned over and tongue kissed her. I pulled her cami top over her boobs and began to grope her grapefruit tits. Sharon’s tits were the largest of the friendship group.
I stood up and jacked my hard cock looking at the freshly molested young woman with her top pulled up and her tits exposed. I could see her desire growing for my growing cock.
“Strip off,” I ordered her.
Sharon sat up and looking at my cock, slipped her camisole over her head and tossed it aside. Then she undid the zip of her short skirt, slipped it down her smooth, young legs and tossed it with her top. Naked twenty-two year old pussy! She laid back on the bed, spread her legs and started to play with her tits, grabbing them, pulling on them, in front of me.
She looked so nice doing that, that I thought I’d have a piece of that action. I climbed on the bed and straddled her body. I rubbed my cock over the large brown unblinking eyes of her nipples. Then I ran my cock between her mounds of chest meat.
“Fuck my cock with your big tits, Sharon.”
She took a flabby orb in each hand and pressing them together, rubbed them up down the shaft of my slowly rocking cock. They felt so smooth and warm against my dick. I started thrusting harder and Sharon held her tits more firmly, close together, so my cock had to force its way through the sweetly yielding breast meat. As the head of my cock rubbed the skin of her tits it sent good vibrations to my balls.
“Mmm, Sharon, what a great tit-fuck you are giving me,” I said, conscious of the need to build up the young woman’s confidence and self-esteem.
“I like seeing your cock’s head emerge between my tits, Mike. It’s playing peek-a-boo with me, like a cheeky pig in Irate Birds!”
“It loves playing games with young women like you, Sharon.”
We tit-fucked for a little longer. Sharon was propped up on pillows against the bed head.
“I think it’s time to fuck you in your mouth, Sharon.”
“Oh, Mike, I’ve wanted to try this for so long!”
“You will love it Sharon and I bet you will be a great cocksucker!” I said giving her confidence as big a boost as I could.
I disengaged my cock from Sharon’s tits and rose up on my knees. I brought my cock close to Sharon’s lips. She opened her mouth.
“Show my cock some love, first, Sharon.”
Sharon smiled and began to grope my balls with one hand and stroke my cock with the other.
“Mmm, rub the head. Oh, yeah, so sweet, baby… Give it a kiss.”
Sharon leaned forward and puckered her lips. The sweet kisses of the young girl rained on the head and shaft of my cock. I moved my cock around so she could kiss it all over, including my balls. My cock’s head rubbed against her face. I had to admit that it was actually pretty exciting to be fucking Sharon in her family home with her parents downstairs.
When she opened her lips the next time, I let the head of my cock slide into her virgin cocksucking mouth. Her lips felt so warm around my glans.
“You look so pretty, Sharon, with my cock in your mouth. Suck it, baby, like a straw, like you want to drink what’s inside.”
She did. It felt wonderful. I started the instinctive backward and forward movements and gradually worked my way deeper into her mouth, as far as I could go, taking care not to make her gag. Her head was against the bed head as my hips thrust into her face, so my cock was able to fuck her in the mouth quite firmly. This was so good.
“Looks like you’re enjoying your first mouth-fuck, Sharon. You’re a natural!”
My cock was deep in her mouth but I could feel her nod “yes” against my body. I reamed her mouth some more.
“I really want to fuck your cunt, Sharon,” I told her. “Are you ready for that, now?”
It was a rhetorical question. Whether Sharon was ready or not, I was. I slipped out of her mouth and dragged her over to the side of the bed. Her hips were on the edge of the mattress and her feet on the floor. I pushed her legs open as wide as possible and kneeled on the floor between them.
“Mmm, what a sexy little pleasure hole you have Sharon. I am going to like having my cock in there. I bet you’re really tight.”
She nodded. There was cunt juice around the mouth of her young cunt. It needed to be fed. It was hungry for cock.
“Mmm, let me see.”
I inserted a finger into her wet hole. Fuck, she felt good around my finger! I started finger fucking her gently and put my mouth on her clit and began to stimulate it. I slipped another finger into her tight cunt. Hell, I was looking forward to getting my cock up her. My index and middle fingers pushed into her wet pussy and when they were fully in her, my other fingers pressed against her arsehole. I licked her clit more and got her to a high point where she was breathing heavily and beginning to raise her hips, before I paused.
“It’s fuck-time, now, Sharon.”
“Yes! Please fuck me, Mike, thank you so much.”
I placed my cock against the slack mouth of her twenty-two year old cunt. Sharon was spread open wide on the edge of her bed.
“Watch me fuck you,” I suggested, putting a pillow behind her so she could see my cock better.
We both looked down at my cock as I slowly worked it inside her wet, warm hole. Gently, I worked it forwards and back. I could feel the wet walls of her vaginal tube being forced apart, pressing against the glans of my cock as it worked its way deeper into the mysteries of Sharon’s cunt.
“See, Sharon? My cock is all the way inside your cunt now!”
“Mmm, I can feel you inside me, too. Do you like my cunt, Mike?
“I love your cunt Sharon. It’s so tight. Does it like having my cock up it?”
“Yes! I love feeling you move inside me.”
“I hope you will feel lots of cocks inside you, Sharon. Do you think we should call in the others, now, though? They’ve been very worried about you.”
“Yes, but don’t take your cock out of me, Mike. It feels so good.”
I smiled, “OK, I will text them to come up, while I fuck you.”
I found my uPhone in my discarded shorts, which were nearby. I gently started fucking Sharon. She groaned like a little sparrow. I texted Joe and Mary and urged them to come up to Sharon’s bedroom straight-away, don’t knock, just come in.
While I had my uPhone handy, I took a few pics of Sharon’s nakedness and a video of my cock fucking into her cunt hole. I tried to get her wobbling tits in shot as I pounded her harder. That would be a nice memento to view later.
Sharon’s body was relaxing and I was fucking her easily when the door opened quietly. Joe, Mary and Kirra, all naked, streamed into the bedroom. Maybe they’d been having some incest while they waited. I put my hands on Sharon’s hips and reamed into her cunt hard, more theatrically than usual. I did it in a way that let her parents and sister clearly see Sharon take all of my surging cock up her wet cunt. Her big tits jiggled and rippled with each pump into her hole.
Sharon opened her eyes and immediately noticed her parents and sister, “Mum! Dad! Look! Mike’s fucking me!”
“Oh, wow, darling,” Joe said. “He sure is. And what a good fucking you are getting!”
“Sharon, you look so beautiful taking Mike’s cock,” Mary added.
“Oh, Shazz, isn’t Mike’s cock great!” Kirra said, pleased to finally see her sister getting something up her other than a carrot.
“Mum, Dad, K, I’m sorry, I’ve been so moody,” Sharon said while I continued to fuck her. “I just wanted some incest love.”
“We’re sorry, too, Sharon, we should have fucked you years ago. But we were too worried about what others might say about us loving you like that, if they found out. We love you so mucb, baby girl,” Mary and Joe said.
“Joe,” I asked, “I am getting close to cumming, but I think you should really be the one to christen Sharon’s cunt…”
“Thanks, Mike,” Joe replied, “but it’s OK. I’ll have plenty of time to cum in Sharon’s holes later. You’ve done the hard yards today, Mike. Fill her cunt with your cum.”
“Yes, Mike, I want you to stay up me as long as you can. Your cock feels so good up my cunt hole.”
Joe was hard and stroking his cock. It was hot fucking Sharon in front of her whole family, but I felt I needed to involve them somehow, so their family relationship would immediately become more intimate and more natural.
“Joe, why don’t you feed that cock of yours to Sharon, then? And Mary and Kirra? There are two tits here just bouncing around while I fuck Sharon. Each nipple needs a mouth.”
They all cried out, delighted to be included in the inaugural Sharon-fuck. Joe knelt on the bed, next to his daughter and fed his hard dick into her mouth. Mary took the left tit and Kirra the right and together the women suckled on their daughter/sister. The femmes’ arses were nearby so I let my hands run freely over the women’s smooth bums while I reamed into Sharon’s cunt hole. I found their arseholes and teased them. Both felt like they could take a cock now, if they hadn’t already. That was great news.
Inevitably, Sharon’s tight little cunt tube was working its magic, rubbing against my glans.
“Ok, everyone, I am going to cum!” I warned. I placed my hands on Sharon’s hips and fucked into her as hard and as deep as I could go. Mary and Kirra stopped tit-licking to watch.
“Come on, Mike, fuck me, cum in me,” Sharon urged.
I buried my dick deep in Sharon’s cunt. I felt my cock throb, I called out. My balls fizzed. Cum fired from my balls and pumped through the piss slit of my cock into Sharon’s pussy. Pulse after pulse, my balls emptied their seed into her.
“Oh, fuck, I can feel you cumming in me, Mike!” Sharon called.
“So can I,” I assured her.
“Fucking hell, Mike,” Joe cried. “Fuck, yes!”
“Oh, my baby girl’s finally had a Daddy cum in her. I am so proud,” Mary added.
“Fuck, it’s my turn to cum now,” Joe called out.
We all saw Joe’s cock dump it’s white load into Sharon’s mouth and all over her face.
“Fuck, Sharon, mmm, eat your Dad’s cum!” Mary said mischievously.
“Oh, Dad,” Sharon said savouring his hot, white sauce, “your Dad-cum tastes so yummy.”
Joe and I were exhausted. My cock exited with a slurp or two from Sharon’s hole. Kirra took my place and using her tongue and lips worked on Sharon’s clitoris. Soon enough Sharon was groaning and sighing, her hips raised, her body tensed, nipples proud.
We all watched as Kirra brought her older sister off in a huge cum! Sharon’s body shook and bounced across the bed. Everyone cheered. Sharon had aftershocks continue for a few minutes, before she finally lay peacefully and began her recovery. She was serene in that indescribably blissful post-fuck state.
Joe and Mary thanked me for helping them, yet again. Mary even pulled me over by my cock and kissed me, she was so happy. Kirra hugged me and I took the opportunity to press her naked body against mine and grope her firm arse cheeks.
I whispered to her, “Maybe next time, I can fuck your arse, Kirra.”
She laughed, nodded and gave me the thumbs-up. The family and I then fell all together and lay entangled with Sharon on her bed.
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I’d gone down to the beach around mid-morning. I liked to make my camp on the rocks where the sea splashed all around. There were fewer kids and families there – they preferred the relative safety of the sand and the calm of the smaller wavelets. People were swimming directly off the rocks and snorkelling around in the sparkling wavy sea. It was pretty chill.
As usual on sunny days like these, there were quite a few people around. Bunches of young guys being immature. Lots of young ladies trying to be sophisticated and not wearing very much. I had snorkelled around looking at the fishes among the rocks and the swaying seaweed. I’d even caught a few glimpses of female arses in action underwater. Afterwards, I relaxed in my cap and shades on the rocks as the waves splashed around.
The young women were all were wearing bikinis with g-string bottoms, so I paid them the compliment they wanted – and deserved – and admired their exposed arses and tits. There was a choice range of appealing young tit variety on display: a few big racks that dangled and wobbled, but most were firm smaller type of mounds, one or two were as flat as an ironing board. It was a good selection and had me firming downstairs and thinking pleasant thoughts.
Everyone looked so fit, healthy and happy, it was a great lifestyle, for sure. It was hard not to get hard. I was daydreaming about fucking them all, and sported a discreet erection in my Speedos. One girl lay stretched back on one of the boulders, sunbaking. She had long fit, shapely tanned legs. I don’t think she realised what a gorgeous camel-toe she presented, laying back like that. Unpremeditated sexiness was so cool. She obviously shaved her labia: every contour of her young cunt was on display, straining through her tight, thin briefs.
I was imagining how nice it would be for my cock to be roughly ploughing between the furrows of her cunt, ready to sow my seed in her, when someone disturbed my rural idyll.
“What are you looking at?”
She had approached from the blind side.
“The water, people…,” I replied without looking up.
“Actually, it’s not really accurate to describe it as ‘looking’. More like perving,” she said; quite saucily, I thought.
I turned towards my interlocutor. She was a young ironing board, but with wide hips, short hair, a serious face, hand on hip. Sweet. Insouciant.
“Well, if it’s out on public display, it’s hard to avoid. No harm in looking and there is no law against it,” I added. “You can perve on me, if you want, I won’t mind.”
I leaned back a little and she looked me up and down. Although old enough to be her daddy, I was in reasonable shape and still looked after myself. There was also a tentpole in my budgie smugglers.
“You’re a little too old for me,…” she started saying but then paused. Perhaps she had thought better of saying something that might have been interpreted as rude, or perhaps she had noticed the tentpole in my swimmers?
I wondered. Her little eighteen year old boyfriends were probably just that: little. And anyway they were almost certainly selfish and only cared about themselves cumming rather than teasing, exploring and fucking a partner. She probably hadn’t experienced a man with a man-sized cock. Maybe Daddy hadn’t fucked her yet, although if that was the case he must be nuts. Perhaps she was just fantasising about an upgrade.
“You know it’s pretty insulting when old men like you perve at all the younger women like that…”
There was a pause. “…and you don’t look at me.” Her tone was softer now, less abrasive, more playful.
I turned to give her my full attention. The ironing board had wide hips which made a lovely contrast of feminine curves against her boyish chest. I began to entertain ideas and so did my cock.
“Well, I suppose that I am older than you, old enough to be your father.”
That scored a twinge. I’d struck a nerve.
“But unfortunately, I couldn’t notice you, since you ambushed me from behind. Believe me, I would have preferred watching you walking towards me.”
She smiled a pretty smile. She really was a sweet girl.
“How old are you?” I thought I’d better check and she was probably proud of her age.
“Eighteen,” she replied. “Why do you ask?”
“I like to know beforehand,” I informed her, “so there are no complications later. Why don’t you sit down?”
I made room on my towel and she sat down next to me, with her long arms and legs she settled down like a cute stick insect.
She sat like the Little Mermaid and we chatted amiably for a while, all pretty ordinary stuff. Her skin had that youthful tautness and glow and I had to admit she was pretty. She had brown eyes and full lips that would look great wrapped around a cock. We were getting on well and when I made a jest about another bather, I was able to put a hand on her knee and we’d laugh conspiratorially together. My cock was pretty hard throughout and she would steal glances at it, now and then, trying to be discreet.
The sun climbed towards its zenith, there was nowhere to shelter from it where we were.
“It’s getting pretty hot here,” I said, “might be time to head home and a have swim in the pool before lunch.”
She nodded, “OK,” thinking she was being dismissed.
“Why don’t you come with me?” I suggested.
“I am here with my mum…,” she replied a little embarrassed, I thought.
“Tell her you have met a friend and they have invited you back to their place,” I proposed. “She’ll be OK with that, it’s the school holidays. And it’s true.” I smiled reassuringly.
“I guess so,” she replied. “The pool sounds good.”
“I will even give you something to eat,” I said imagining what that might be.
That seemed to seal the deal. She agreed to check with her mum and see her response. If she wasn’t back in five minutes, then it was a “no go”.
I watched as she walked to get her things. Her g-string disappeared seductively between her tanned, young arse cheeks. I looked forward to seeing where it went and so did my cock.
I threw on my T-shirt while I waited. I wasn’t sure if she’d come back, but soon enough the ironing board returned. She was wearing sunnies, a baseball cap, a towel draped over her shoulder and a broad grin. In her hand she held a pair of short denim shorts. She was only wearing her bikini and she didn’t put her shorts on.
“All good,” she said.
“Cool,” I replied, mildly surprised. “Let’s go.”
While we walked to my car we chatted. I enjoyed the idea of people seeing us leaving together with them knowing that I’d picked her up.
“Nice car,” she said as she hopped in the passenger side.
It was a short drive to my place. I led her down the side path, through the gate, to the pool area. Trish was working at the uni, so I knew she wouldn’t be disturbing us.
“Wow,” she said, impressed. “Cool place!”
“Thank you,” I replied.
I showed her around and since it was after midday, brought us both a glass of prosecco.
It was hot, so I told her I was going in the pool. I slipped off my shirt and my Speedos.
“You’re naked!” she said, with an element of surprise in her voice.
“Well, I am in the privacy of my own home,” I said smiling. “It’s OK, here, no-one can see. It’s quite secluded.”
I made sure that she could see my stiffening cock. I didn’t try to hide it. It was raising its head and having a look around, too. It could see her. It seemed to like what it saw through its single eye.
“I didn’t expect…”
“I grew up in the hippy generation,” I explained. “This was pretty normal behaviour back then, more so than today, it seems. I always swim nude here. You can strip off too, if you’d like. It’s not like your bikini covers much, anyway.”
I walked over to where she stood. She looked uncertain. My cock was erect, pointing at her. I bet she was wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
“Here,” I said reaching behind her, “let me help you.”
I undid the backstrap of her bikini top. She made no effort to move away or decline. As I did so, I let the head of my cock rub against her thigh. That felt nice. For me anyway.
“Eww,” she said. “It’s wet. Are you putting pee on me?”
“Sorry,” I smiled, “that’s not pee, it’s pre-cum.”
“What’s that?”
“Lubricant a cock leaks when it’s aroused.”
“Are you aroused?”
“Evidently,” I replied, “at least my cock seems to think it is.”
I undid the halter strap and peeled her bikini top off. To her credit, the ironing board did not try to cover her tiny titties with her hands. She kept her arms akimbo and allowed me to gaze on the small, but perfect, soft cones.
I’ve never understood the popularity of big tits. To me, these small, perfectly formed little tits were so feminine, so alluring. True, the ironing board didn’t have much of a cleavage, but so what? Instead there was smoothness, clean lines, athletic leanness, with tiny soft little dugs topped with tiny dark nipples. What’s not to love?
“Much better,” I said, making sure she knew what I meant.
“They’re not very big,” she said, almost apologetically.
Maybe the boys her age thought bigger is better.
“They are exactly the right size for you,” I said. “I love them.”
“You do?” she replied.
She seemed pleased by the approbation. Maybe her tits didn’t get many compliments.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “Perfect. Like a little doll.”
I reached up and felt her tits with both hands, then took a small nipple between forefinger and thumb of each hand and pulled her to me. It took a little effort to grip them, since her chest was such a pancake. Her little titties stretched out erotically. When she arrived at my body I kissed her with my tongue, thrusting it in and out of her mouth in a fuck rhythm. This little flat-chested eighteen year old was getting me so worked up.
I slipped my right hand into her g-string and gripped her by the pubis. Oh my! She was bony and soft all in the right places.
I put her hand on my cock and she instinctively started to explore it and pull it. We moved over to the table and I laid her down on her back. I pulled off her g-string and looked at the moist folds of her young, unspoilt cunt.
“Do you ever finger yourself?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Show me,” I told her.
Her cunt was closed tight like a firmly shut oyster. I watched as she separated the labia and opened herself in front of me, then slipped her fingers inside. I leaned over to suck her tiny tits. She was so delicious.
“I am old enough to be your dad,” I told her.
“Yes, you are,” she agreed.
“And I am going to fuck you,” I informed her. “Excited?”
She nodded.
I knelt before her cunt and removed her probing hand and gave it to her to lick. I tasted the juice of her young tight pussy. The scent! The flavour! For good measure I licked her arsehole while I was there. She gasped. So earthy!
I put her feet on the table near her arse cheeks. I stood up and rubbed my cock from her arsehole to clit, tapping her labia as I went. I rubbed my glans against her clit and she sighed. It was fun seeing the ironing board’s labia mould around my cock as its head pushed the damp folds apart.
“Pull your cunt open for me,” I told her.
She was docile now. With two hands she spread her labia and opened the doors of her secret garden. I admired her rosy pink tube before filling it with my hard cock.
She was wet, but still tight. It felt fantastic to be in her, fucking her. I molested her tits and pulled on her wide hips. I rammed into her cunt hole deep and hard. Her tiny tits didn’t jiggle much, but they were fucking delightful.
“Are you going to cum in me?” she asked, my cock was buried in her pussy, up to the hilt, her eyes were wide, filled with need. “Please?”
“Oh, baby,” I replied. “I will cum in you,” I promised her.
“In my pussy?” she added.
“No,” I informed her, “not up your cunt.”
She looked quizzical as I pounded into her wet tight tube yet again.
“I think first time with girls like you,” I explained, “it is best to cum in their mouth.”
She groaned from an extra deep hard cock thrust.
“That way, I can see my cock throb in your mouth. You will look up to me so I can see your eyes while it throbs and you taste and drink my cum for the first time. You will like the flavour.”
I smiled. She was squeezing my cock in the slippery environs of her tight wet cunt hole. Like a rare steak, it was time to do the other side before she was too well done.
I withdrew my raging hard-on. Her meaty cunt lips remained swung open like a pair of welcoming saloon doors in a western. The tiny nubs of tit were the only relief on her smooth, flat body. She had such a pretty face. I couldn’t resist tasting her cunt hole again. Her scent was earthier now. More womanly; she was developing a nice aromatic cocktail now. She was on heat.
Eating her out again gave my cock a little time to come off the boil so that I could enjoy her arse for longer. That was a sweet thought.
As I ate her cunt she began rubbing her clit. Hungry for more pleasure! I rested my slippery index finger against the neatly closed rose of her virgin arsehole. I could feel it flexing as it adjusted to the intrusion. Probably a novelty for her. She rubbed her clit, I ate the wet maw of her cunt and I pushed my finger up her arse.
She gasped and her body stiffened. If the ironing board’s cunt was fresh and tight then her virgin arsehole was on another level altogether. My finger probed deep into her hot, young arse. I felt her strong muscles clench and grip my invading finger. I continued to eat her pussy as I slowly finger-fucked her bum. Gradually, I felt her arse muscles ease; her hand returned to her clit and began rubbing it with urgency.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, “oh, wow! That feels amazing. I’ve never…,” her voice trailed off, lost in her own pleasure
That was so nice. It was great to see this sweet, beautiful young inexperienced woman relax into the slut that she was becoming.
I jammed a second finger inside the ring of her arsehole. She exhaled with a groan and spread her arse cheeks apart with her hands. She went back to rubbing her clit once they were fully up her. I paused my cunt eating to enjoy seeing my fingers freely finger-fucking this innocent young girl’s arsehole. Her shit hole gripped tight but it took them both deep inside her.
“You like your arsehole fingered, don’t you?”
“I didn’t know how good it would feel!”
“Wait till you feel my cock up there!”
“Oh, no!”
“Oh, yes, baby.”
I slipped my fingers out of her virgin arsehole. I had a good look at her gaping young hole, then I deep tongue fucked her cunt and back door. I had to get my cock in there! I rubbed some lube over my cock and into her crack and arse. She was on her back so I pressed her knees back towards her titless chest. That raised her arsehole for better entry.
“No, please don’t,” she pleaded weakly.
“You don’t really mean that,” I told as I cradled her arse cheeks and put the glans of my slick cock against the gaping entrance to Fantasyland. “You want your little arsehole fucked so bad.”
“No,…”
She wriggled a bit but I had a good hold of her. I worked the head of my dick into her back door and watched as it closed snugly about my cock. She was one fucking tight bit of tail.
She let out a sigh or was it a whimper? She had liked being anally fingered; she would love being anally fucked. I worked my cock in slowly. Oh, boy, she was tight. She was breathing heavily. So was I.
I gradually worked in about half a cock when I started the slow gentle arse fucks. Each tender inbound push penetrated deeper. She was starting to accept having my cock in her arse and began to slowly relax. She brought a hand down and began to rub her clit.
Taking that as a cue, I began fuck her hole faster. The ironing board was soon able to take me all. I put her ankles on my shoulders, held her hips and fucked into the bum of the delicate young lady.
“Oh, fuck,” she called out after a few deep thrusts, “that feels incredible!”
“I knew you would love a cock up there!” I said pleased with her reaction. “It feels incredible for me, too. Your arse is so fucking tight, baby.”
She was working her clit so hard I was afraid she might break it. I was buried balls deep.
“Feel my balls,” I instructed, “while my cock is all the way up your arse, baby.”
She did as she was told. She kept rubbing her clit.
“That is so unbelievably good,” she said. “Your balls feel so tight!”
She held my meat in her her back passage and rubbed her clit. There was perspiration on her brow, her tiny nipples were dark and hard. Her breathing was heavy and she started to groan. With my cock nestled deep in her arsehole, I was in pole position to feel the contractions of her cumming. Wave after wave of young climax, rose and broke in the pelvis of this exquisite young fuck. She’d probably never cum like that before, which meant she’d be keen for more in the future. I liked that idea. I wanted to help develop the slut in her further.
Feeling her cum and thinking about all those future fucks brought me to the brink.
“Ready for some cream, kitty?” I asked her.
I slipped out of her throbbing arsehole and went to where her face laid, scrunched in her own internal, blissful ecstasy. I pushed my cock into her slackly open mouth. Wrapped in her post climax high, she took it, sucked it, grabbed my balls without hesitation or any thought about where it had just been. So fucking hot!
“Look at me while I cum in your mouth,” I told her.
Our eyes locked together.
“You look so beautiful with your mouth full of cock,” I admitted to her as her lips glided along my thrusting shaft.
I shot my load almost instantly. My whole body shook and emptied into her mouth. The cock throbs were almost violent: this young woman had really turned me on. I let her taste and feast on my cum and lick my dick clean while I played two-handed with the ironing board’s flat chest and her small nubbily tits. She was a dream.
We slowly recovered and swam nude in the pool. She said she had to go to the bathroom and I said, “Me too. I will show you where it is.”
I took her to the bathroom and stayed. Eventually, she got the idea and sat and pissed in front of me with her legs spread, while I watched. It was important to break down all her taboos and barriers, early on.
When it was my turn I told her to stay nearby. When the piss started, I reached for her hand and put it on my cock. She held my shaft while I pissed and moved my cock around making patterns with the stream. As I finished I held her hand, which was still wrapped around my cock and gave my cock a shake. Then I kissed her.
Afterwards we sat on banana lounges and chatted.
“It felt so nice having my cock up your arse,” I admitted.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she joked, laughing.
“Only the ones I arse-fuck,” I jested back.
“Do you think I can fuck my Dad?”
‘I’m sure he wants to. If you want my help, let me know.”
“That really was the best fuck,” she told me, earnestly. “No-one has ever made love to me like that before.”
“You’re young,” I told her. “With more experience, it will be even better for you.”
“What kind of experience?” she asked innocently.
“More fucks with me,” I told her smiling and she blushed sweetly. “But you really need to experience more than one cock. A girl like you should be fucked by other men, preferably older, experienced men and in a variety of situations, so you can really discover what it is that gives you the best experience. You should try fucking women, too.”
She laughed at that idea, “Do you think I’m a lesbian?”
“No,” I said matter of factly, “sexuality blurs all those labels. And you never know, you might like it. Variety is the spice of life.”
“I guess. But how do I explore and do it safely, without Mum finding out?” the ironing board pondered.
“Don’t worry. I can help you there,” I reassured her. “Leave it to me.”
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My daughter Trish’s research supervisor, Professor Denueve, was coming to dinner. I’d tried to opt out, but Trish wanted to show what a stable family she came from and make a really good impression. She was hard to say “no” to and I knew that I would be in for a nice “thank you” fuck afterwards! So on the whole, it was worth it.
I wasn’t convinced that it was really needed, though. It just seemed like extra work. I didn’t invite my bosses to dinner and Trish has more going for her than I did at twenty-two. For a start, she has a great outgoing personality, she looks hot plus she is super smart and she is a hard worker. If that didn’t impress her research supervisor, then I didn’t think my barbie skills would make the difference. But, you know, it was for Trish. I was happy to help her achieve her goals.
So anyway, a little after seven, there was a knock at our door: it was the good Professor Deneuve, no doubt. Trish was in the loo or doing something, so, in the middle of the final food prep, I had to go answer the door. I rushed to get there and still had the BBQ apron on.
I opened the door wide, but my eyes opened wider when, instead of a fusty old uni guy in a tweed jacket with elbow patches, I saw a very refined, stylish european lady. She was probably twice Trish’s age, but very beautiful. She was casually, yet very elegantly dressed.
My mouth must been hanging open. I didn’t speak. I was surprised. I thought that I should have interrogated Trish more about our guest beforehand.
“Hello,” she said with a sweet French accent. “You must be Mike? I am Catrin Deneuve. I am Trish’s Research Supervisor. Enchantée.”
She extended a slender hand which I clumsily shook in greeting. Then she kissed me on either cheek, French-style. She smelled faintly of cinnamon and sandalwood.
“Professor Deneuve,” I managed to finally utter, “come in.”
Professor Catrin Deneuve was French, originally from Paris. As well as being a doctor of medecine, she had a doctorate in quantum mechanics which she taught at uni. She was also, it turned out, the mother of an eighteen year old daughter and a nineteen year old son. Their father wasn’t with them; he had remained in Europe, working at CERN. He was German.
The Professor was tall and slender, she had smooth olive skin and lively green eyes. Her brunette hair was carelessly swirled in little chignon. She looked amazing.
I barbequed some lamb, while Trish dressed the salad. As we worked in the kitchen I absent mindedly put my arm around Trish and kissed her a few times in a “fatherly” way. I hoped Catrin didn’t notice.
Needless to say, dinner was all delicious, the evening had been pleasant. We sat on the back deck by the pool sipping our wine. It was all so civilised and grown up.
Trish excused herself to go pee: I noticed that Catrin had been attentively topping up Trish’s glass throughout the evening.
“I can see that you and Trish are very close,” Catrin said.
I immediately wondered what she meant. Maybe she saw me cuddling Trish earlier. It was probably nothing.
“Yes,” I replied, “I suppose we do have a pretty special relationship.”
“It is good for Trish to have a loving father,” Catrin continued. “Like you and Trish, my son, daughter and I also have a loving relationship. We are very open and relaxed with each other. They are both over eighteen, now. We do a lot together, but some things only a man can do….”.
I still wasn’t exactly sure what she was implying, but it sounded interesting. Or was it just my mind warping the meaning of an innocent statement?
“But, Trish, do you think she might be missing a woman’s touch?” Catrin asked delicately.
“I hadn’t thought about it before, Catrin,” I replied seriously, “but yes, I suppose that could be a hole in her education.”
“Maybe we can help each other, Mike,” Catrin suggested. “Maybe as a man and a woman we can fill the holes in our children’s education. I know that I would enjoy seeing more of Trish.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea, Catrin,” I agreed and so did my stirring cock, thinking about Catrin and her children. “I like spending time with young people and I only want what is best for Trish, after all.”
Trish returned from inside. She sat down and was pretty quiet.
“You OK, Trish?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied, “I’m just a little tired, maybe a glass of wine too many.”
“You look quite flushed, Trish,” Catrin said, a note of concern in her voice. “Are you still a little unwell?”
Evidently Trish had a mild temperature at uni earlier in the week.
“I do feel a little warm,” Trish said. “It’s been a busy week and it’s quite a humid evening.”
“Let me have a look at you,” Doctor Catrin said. “Lay back on your chair.”
Trish protested mildly but Catrin was firm. She knelt beside Trish’s chair and felt her forehead and took her pulse.
“You are a little warm, I’d say,” Doctor Catrin concluded. “Sit back. Relax. Here, let me get some fresh air on your skin. It will help cool you as the perspiration evaporates.”
I watched in amazement as the stylish doctor nimbly unbuttoned Trish’s blouse and spread it open like wings, exposing Trish’s small tits. I felt my cock respond positively to the prescribed treatment.
“There,” Doctor Catrin said, “that is so much better.”
Trish made an effort to cover up, “I’m OK,” she protested gently, “there’s no need to fuss.”
“Trish,” Doctor Catrin admonished her gently, “don’t argue with your Doctor. It’s important you get the treatment you need and deserve.”
“Mike,” Doctor Catrin asked, “could you bring me some ice?”
I nodded and returned with a few ice cubes in a bowl. The Doctor had removed Trish’s blouse and Trish reclined topless in her chair. I noticed Trish’s legs were now spread apart in a most unladylike manner.
“Help me, will you, Mike,” Doctor Catrin asked, taking and ice cube and rubbing it around the areola and nipple of Trish’s left breast. “You do the other one. This will cool her down.”
I wanted to help my daughter, so I did as Doctor Catrin suggested. Trish’s nipple was flat and soft, but as I moved the ice cube over her areola, I watched as the circle of skin began to darken, crinkle and fold; the nipple rose like a hard circular disk at the centre. It was magical. Trish lay back in the chair with her eyes closed seemingly happy with the treatment so far.
I looked across Trish’s naked torso. Doctor Catrin had raised a puck of nipple on her tit, too.
“The ice cube is melting fast,” Doctor Catrin noted. “It is running everywhere. Your daughter is hot, Mike.”
“I’ve always thought so,” I replied.
Doctor Catrin put her mouth on Trish’s small teat and began to suck up the water from the rapidly melting ice cube. Trish groaned, obviously the treatment was making her feel better. I followed the Doctor’s lead on Trish’s other tit. Her nipple was very hard which made sucking her tit so exciting. It felt so firm against my tongue and lips. Trish was really sighing now, I think she was enjoying the stereo treatment.
Doctor Catrin drew my attention to Trish’s crotch. Her panties were wet, but not from the ice cube.
“I’d better check that secretion,” Doctor Catrin said and I nodded in full agreement.
Catrin skilfully whipped Trish’s skirt and panties down and removed them so that she was naked in front of us. She sat Trish on the edge of the chair, laying her back as she carefully spread my daughter’s legs.
“Oh, superbe!” was Catrin’s assessment of my daughter’s exposed cunt.
She inspected the panties’ wet patch closely and then inhaled. She passed the still warm panties to me and I did likewise. The unmistakeably musky scent of aroused Trish cunt was in full bloom.
Doctor Catrin positioned herself between my daughter’s spread legs and lowered her face to Trish’s exposed cunt. The cuntlips were still fused tight together. I watched as Doctor Catrin put fingers either side of the cunt line and pulled the lips apart in a single movement. There was a faint sucking sound as the moist lips were prised apart. The Doctor admired Trish’s cunt for a moment before placing the fingers of one hand on either side of Trish’s meaty clitoral hood. In a swift move she pulled the hood up and with a little “pop” sound, brought my daughter’s pearly little clit into view. Satisfied, the Doctor then leaned close and began to gently kiss and lick my daughter’s thighs, labia and clit.
Catrin’s tongue explored inside Trish’s cunt and journeyed down to her arsehole. Mostly, though, it serviced her clit. Trish was beginning to writhe in pleasure from the cunnilingus she was receiving. My cock was at all time high seeing Trish eaten out by an attractive woman. I never realised what a turn-on lesbian sex was.
Doctor Catrin paused after a while: “You taste her, Mike,” she suggested. “You will know if her cunt tastes any different than usual.”
I didn’t need to be asked a second time. I swiftly took Doctor Catrin’s place and began eating my daughter’s cunt. I held her thighs apart and feasted on her now sloppy oyster. All tasted perfectly fantastic, just like normal and I informed Doctor Catrin of my assessment. Trish was of course, becoming more and more turned-on as each moment passed.
“I should take her internal temperature,” Doctor Catrin said.
“I don’t have a thermometer,” I explained sadly.
“That’s OK,” Doctor Catrin soothed, “I will improvise.”
Gently the Doctor worked two fingers into Trish’s wet cunt. Trish moaned as the Doctor’s fingers invaded her insides and began to feel around and fuck her.
“Oh,” Doctor Catrin exclaimed, “she feels quite hot in there, also.”
She licked Trish’s clit as she continued to finger-fucked her with gusto. My cock was rock hard; I was nearly bursting out of my jeans. Professor Deneuve was one exciting quantum physicist. Trish seemed to be entangled in two states at once, ecstasy and the desire for more. Trish put her hands on the Docotr’s head and held her face tight against her pubis.
I couldn’t stand idly by doing nothing while my daughter was being violated like this for any longer. I took off my jeans and freed my hard cock. I went up to Trish’s face and forced my dick into her mouth. Trish grabbed my ballsac and sucked on my cock feverishly. It was the first time Trish had two people penetrating on her at once.
Doctor Catrin saw what I was doing.
“Mmm, bravo, Mike,” she purred, “oui, comme ça. Trish needs a big probe like that down here, aussi.”
By now I was desperate to fuck Trish in front of the good Doctor. I slipped out of Trish’s loving mouth. The Doctor was still on her knees between Trish’s legs.
“Let me taste you first,” she said and she grabbed my cock, felt my balls and took my whole shaft into her mouth! Shit! Catrin Deneuve deserved a Nobel Prize for cocksucking. Her mouth was amazing: the suction, tongue, lips, hands. I thought I would blow in her mouth before I had a chance to get up my daughter’s sweet cunt!
I fucked into the Doctor’s expert mouth a few times before she moved away and reminded me of Trish still laying naked and spread open in the chair. I knelt down next to Catrin, between Trish’s spread legs. Catrin grabbed my dick and guided me into Trish’s waiting cunt. I latched on to Trish’s hips and began to fuck her hard, like a maniac. Catrin’s fingers worked Trish’s clit while I fucked her cunt: we were a good team. Catrin’s other hand fondled my arse and pushed me rhythmically into Trish. That was so erotic! It was hot fucking Trish together like this!
“That’s it, Mike,” Catrin urged, “fuck your daughter! Ouai. What a good Dad you are. My children will be so happy to meet you.”
I found out then that fucking my daughter in front of others really turned me on. I’d have to do more of it. I think Trish loved the teamwork, too. Catrin’s clit work and my cunt work were having their effect on Trish. Fine beads of perspiration appeared on her chest, her breathing was heavy, her nipples small and hard. Trish arched her back. I felt her pussy grip my cock as the repeated waves of her climax flooded through her body.
“Voilà!” Doctor Catrin exclaimed.
“Ahhh,” screamed Trish.
I had to no choice either. Catrin’s hand worked my arse as my cock worked Trish’s pulsing cunt; my balls exploded and sent buckets of cum spraying out of my throbbing cock into my daughter’s cunt.
“Ooh, la, la!” Catrin moaned.
Trish groaned, eyes closed, in post-coital contentment. I stayed wedged deep up my daughter’s hole for some time.
“Let me taste you both,” Catrin said with her sexy French accent.
I slipped out of Trish and a gulp or two of air escaped her slack-mouthed hole. Catrin hoovered up my wilting cock in her mouth. Fuck! What a treat. She worked me exquisitely with “sa bouche” a few times.
“I can taste your cum and Trish’s cunt on your cock, Mike,” Catrin told me. “Miam! Such a nice dessert!”
She licked Trish’s cunt hole and tasted my sperm as it leaked out of the slit. Then she fingered Trish a few times and licked her sticky fingers like a lollypop.
I decided that I really liked Trish’s Research Supervisor. Trish was slowly coming around after her climax.
“How are feeling now, darling?” I asked, as a concerned parent, feeling her brow.
“Oh, Daddio,” Trish exclaimed smiling contentedly. “Oh, Professor Denueve! I feel wonderful.”
“I didn’t know that you hadn’t been feeling one hundred per cent,” I told her. “Lucky Catrin was here to treat you,” I said, kissing Trish. Then I kissed Catrin whose mouth was still covered in Trish’s cunt juice and my cum. She returned the kiss passionately with tongue and hugged my naked body.
“Doctors are never off duty,” Catrin said modestly. “And I’ve been wanting to treat you for a while Trish.”
“It sure was a treat for me, Professor,” Trish said laughing happily.
“I so much liked seeing you fuck your daughter, Mike,” Catrin said to me tenderly. “It is so special when the family makes love.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “It was exciting to do Trish in front of you, Catrin. I am sorry, though, that I didn’t get a chance to fuck you, as well.”
“La prochaine fois,” she promised.
“And I’d love to see you with your children, too, Catrin,” I explained.
“I might need your help there, Mike,” Catrin. “And Trish’s, too!”
“No problem, Catrin! Please visit us again, soon,” I insisted.
“I promise,” she replied smiling impishly. “And next time I will bring my children. You will enjoy meeting them so much, Mike and you too, Trish.”
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