lot lately, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it.  I'd have walked out, but I wasn't going to leave Tamara with her.  Our daughter was 16, although she looked younger because she was small, only about 5'2”, and slim.  She had long blond hair, and an was absolutely gorgeous, if a father can be permitted some pride in his child.

When we arrived, Kelly, Tamara's friend, answered the door.  She was Tamara's age, but a bigger girl;  about my height (which isn't saying that much, I'm only 5'6”) with shoulder-length, dirty-blond hair, gray eyes, and a great body – nice-size round boobs, slim waist, and flaring hips leading to a round ass.  She was wearing a white peasant blouse (they were making a comeback again), with jeans and sandals.  “Hi Michael, Mary.”  She was just about the only one who ever called me “Michael” instead of Mike.  As we walked in, I felt Kelly's had brush against mine.  It had to be an accident, but that didn't matter – it was all I needed to bring my cock to attention.  Honestly, it doesn't take much lately, with my wife spending more time with the bottle than with me, and Kelly is hot.  All it meant, though, was that I was going to have to sit funny for the rest of the night, and I could add another fantasy to my catalog.

Kelly took us inside and introduced us to her mother, Sandy, who didn't look at all like Kelly.  In her late thirties, Sandy was about the same size and build as Kelly, but had short dark hair and brown eyes, and was wearing wire-rimmed glasses.  Kelly and Tamara wandered off  to talk while Sandy greeted us with "Hi, nice to meet both of you.  Kelly's told me a lot about you two.  Come and meet the rest of the crowd.  We're still waiting for the last couple of folks; would you like something to drink?  I've got beer, wine, or soda."

"I'll have some wine," Mary said, which got her a nasty look from me.  Of course, she didn't care, and it wouldn't matter much, she was already pretty well fried by then.  Fortunately, she wasn't the kind who makes a big scene when she's been drinking.  "Beer sounds good to me," I added.  I don't drink much, but I figured a beer or two would make the evening go faster.  We settled in as Sandy went to get our drinks.  As I scanned the room, I noticed Tamara and Kelly over in the corner talking, giggling, and periodically looking over at us.  I figured they were probably talking about Mary being smashed again.  I know Tamara talked to Kelly about that, and Kelly regularly let Tamara know about her latest run-ins with her mother.  Kelly had a boyfriend who was a bit wild for Sandy's taste, and according to Tamara there was a running battle between them about it.

Before long the rest of the guests showed up and things got started.  The night was about as boring as I thought, but everything went smoothly.  Mary remained pleasantly drunk and didn't say much, and even found a couple of things to buy (the product of the night turned out to be a variety of housewares).  Sandy sold enough to make her happy.  Tamara and Kelly managed to visit enough to keep from getting bored.  The rest of the faceless horde that attended seemed to be pleased with the proceedings.  And I managed to stay awake.  The only odd thing was that both Sandy and Kelly seemed to spend a lot of time looking at me.  I wrote it off as my imagination.  The lack of attention from my wife must really be starting to get to me; now I'm starting to hallucinate.

*****

The following Friday I was looking forward (if you can call it that) to a night at home alone.  Mary was out of town for a few days, visiting relatives in the Bay Area.  Considering the amount of attention I'd had from her recently, her being gone wasn't going to change my life much.  Tamara was going out with friends after school, and had let me know in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't be back until very late, and might not be back until the next morning.  Luckily, she's a smart kid, very mature for her age, and I trust her not to get into anything she wouldn't know how to handle.  Not something I could say for most girls her age.

I had stopped to eat dinner, and was on the way home when I remembered that I needed to get some cigarettes.  I pulled into the mini-mart across the street from our apartment complex, and as I got out of the car I heard a familiar voice, in a surprised tone.  "Michael, how are you?"  I turned and saw Kelly walking up behind me, looking hot as ever, wearing, as it turned out, the same peasant blouse and jeans she'd had on at the sales party.  "Hey, Kelly, what's up?"

"Is Tamara at home?"

"No, she's out running around with some friends of hers.  I'm on my own tonight."  Not sure why I added that last part.  

"Damn.  I had another fight with my mother and wanted to come over and hang out with her until Mom calms down enough so I can go home."  She looked desperate, more than I would have expected in the situation.  Tamara had said that she tended to get carried away with things.

"Boyfriend's not available?"  I knew she had one from what Tamara had told me.

"Asshole's available all right!  He can stay available for all I care!"  Kelly obviously had more on her mind than just a fight with her mother.

I know better.  Really, I do.  But I said it anyway.  "You can over to my place to chill out for a while until it's cool for you to go home.  Just because Tamara's not home doesn't mean you're not welcome."

"God, that would be so awesome, Michael.  Thank you!"

"Hang on a minute while I run in and grab some smokes."

"Oh, could you get me some, too?  I'm almost out, and lately they've been checking IDs, so I don't know if they'll sell them to me."

"Sure.  Wait in the car, I'll be right back."

*****

When we got to the apartment, we settled in on the couch in front of the TV.  I told Kelly to find something she wanted to watch.  I don't watch a lot of TV and wasn't feeling too particular about what was on.  She settled on something that looked like an off-the-wall stoner comedy on one of the movie channels.

Kelly suddenly asked, "Michael, do you mind I smoke a joint to relax?"

"Sure, go ahead."  I wasn't surprised the Kelly would be a dope-smoker - Tamara had talked about her wild side.  And I certainly don't care if someone gets high, although I tend to stay away from it myself these days.

Kelly pulled a large joint and a lighter out of her purse, and fired up.  After taking a long hit, she offered the joint to me.  "No thanks. I don't really do that any more."

"Oh come on, Michael, don't be a wuss.  Besides, I don't like to get loaded by myself.  It makes me paranoid, and I'm not a lot of fun when I'm like that."

I could certainly understand that attitude.  Back in my days of regular dope smoking, I didn't like toking alone, either, and I was real familiar with the paranoia side of the Evil Weed.  It was against my better judgment (there seemed to be a lot of that tonight), but the next time Kelly passed the joint I took it and sucked in a huge lung-full.  I held it in as long as I could, then let the smoke go with a gasp, leaned back on the couch, and relaxed.

"Wow, Michael, that didn't look like you don't do that anymore.  I thought you were never going to blow it out!"

"Some things you just never forget, my dear."  I knew it was a little soon to actually be feeling any effects from the pot, but I was starting to relax.  So was Kelly.  We were both kind of slumped on the couch, almost close enough that our shoulders were touching.

After we'd each had a couple more hits off the joint, I saw Kelly licking her lips.  I was well and truly stoned by now, and seeing Kelly's tongue flick over her lips struck me as being the single sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed.  (Did I mention that I was absolutely wasted?)  "Cottonmouth?" I asked her.  "Yeah, could I get something to drink?  Just water would be good."  She then popped up off the couch and announced, "I gotta go pee."  I admired her ass as she walked away toward the bathroom, and realized that I'd forgotten just exactly how horny smoking dope made me.  As I felt my dick starting to rise, I almost wished that Kelly would get bored and leave, so I could head for the bathroom and take care of myself.

I got back to the couch with a bottle of water first and plopped back down where I'd been, putting the water on the table.  When Kelly reappeared from the bathroom, she picked up the water and took big drink before sitting down, then slid back onto the couch...almost where she'd been before.  This time she was just enough farther to one side that her shoulder was pressed against mine.  That wasn't going to help my condition a bit.

I spent the next few minutes concentrating on what to do about my expanding dick.  I reached one of those states you hit when you're stoned where you really don't notice anything outside of yourself.  I had some peripheral sense of Kelly moving around on the couch for a few seconds, then I could feel her shoulder leaning against mine again, but otherwise I had no idea what was going on outside my head.  I was trying to think about my options...Excuse myself and head for the bathroom with Kelly sitting there...Tell her that I'd forgotten that I had something important to do and she'd have to leave...Run screaming from the apartment and throw myself off the balcony...  The last one didn't sound too bad, but I was afraid they'd find me with my dick still standing up.

Kelly's voice pulled me back to reality.  "God, that is totally hot!  Don't you think so, Michael?"  As I slowly returned to the real world, I became aware that not only was Kelly pressed up against me, her head was resting on my shoulder.  She was holding the remote in her hand, and staring transfixed at the TV.  I followed her gaze, and was transfixed at what I saw on the screen.  One girl with her head buried between another's legs, while a man was ramming his (very large) cock into the first girl's pussy.  Kelly had managed to find one of my porn movies on the DRV  I looked back over at Kelly.  She gave me a wicked smile, said, "Too bad there are only two of us, huh?" and lifted her face toward mine.  I had a choice to make.  I hadn't made a good one yet tonight, why should this time be any different?

Kelly's lips pressed against mine and parted.  I slid my tongue into her mouth; she sucked it in and rolled her tongue around mine as I slipped my arm around her shoulders.  She tasted sweet.  Her hand fell into my lap.  When she felt the bulge in my jeans, she asked, "Did I do that, or was it the movie?"  I chuckled and replied, "That was all you, honey!"  She said, "Good!" and moved her open mouth back to mine.  Out tongues rolled over each other, and mine searched out every corner of her mouth, slipping back toward her throat, then exploring the line of her teeth.  Kelly's hand was still in my lap, and she'd started undoing my belt.  I moved one hand up under her blouse, let my fingers trail over the skin of her belly as I slid the hand up to her chest.  She gasped lightly as my fingers brushed her belly, breaking off the kiss again.  This time when I lowered my mouth back to her, I went to her throat instead of her mouth.  Another gasp from Kelly as my tongue traced the outline of her jaw, then slid down along her throat.  By now she had my belt unbuckled, and was in the process of unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans.  My hand reached Kelly's breast, and she moaned, almost a purr, as I squeezed her through her bra.  "Mmmmm...It fastens in front."  As I worked on the catch of the bra, Kelly finished with my jeans, and I felt her push down my shorts, freeing my cock.  She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking slowly, at the same time purring, "Mmmmm, nice."  I was thinking the same thing as I felt her fingers moving up and down my dick.  Meanwhile, I'd finished getting her bra undone, and my had closed directly on the skin of her breast.  At the same time, my tongue reached the hollow at the base of her throat.  I licked lightly, then pressed my lips against her skin, kissed her, then began to suck on her throat.  "Oh, god, yeah, Michael!  I love it!!"  Kelly's breath was already coming in gasps.  After a few seconds, she mewled, "Please, Michael, suck on my tits like that!"

I shifted us around on the couch so that Kelly was lying back against one arm, and I was sort of crouched over her.  I pulled her blouse up over her head and off, and she shrugged out of her bra, leaving her big, firm breasts completely free.  I lowered my head to her chest, first burying my face between her breasts, licking between them, then circling first one, then the other, with my tongue.  Finally, I started from the bottom of her left breast and licked up, toward the nipple, which was small, brown, and hard as my cock.  When I reached the nipple, I licked then closed my lips over it, sucking it into my mouth.  Kelly's breathing was getting heavier and more ragged.  I began to slide one hand down her belly, feeling her muscles twitch under my fingertips.  As my hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans, I switched my mouth to her other breast.  Kelly's hips bucked as my hand entered moved into her jeans and then slid inside her panties.  While my fingers wiggled through her soft bush of pubic hair, Kelly was clawing at the button and zipper of her jeans, trying to get out of them.  When my fingertips reached her slit, Kelly gave up on the jeans, spreading her legs to give me access to her pussy.  I pushed my middle finger hard into her pussy.  "Oh god, yes!  Oh fuck!"

I finger-fucked her slowly for a few seconds, listening to her gasps, and feeling her hips thrusting up against my hand.  I took my mouth away from her nipple, and whispered into her ear, "Do you like that. baby?"  Her voice was raspy and weak.  "Yes.  God,  Michael, it feels so good!  Don't stop!"  "This should be even better."

I went back to sucking on her nipple, and slipped my finger back out of her pussy, moving it to top of her slit.  As my finger found Kelly's clit, her hips started to buck, and she began to moan.  "Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh!"  I brought my thumb down against my finger, and pinched her clit between them.  At the same time I sucked her nipple between my teeth and bit down.  That was all it took.  Kelly's entire body went into spasms.  "Oh god!  Oh god!  Oh god!  I'm cumming!  AAAAHHHH!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  Finally, Kelly went limp and lay back on the couch panting and moaning a little.  I stood up over her, my cock still pointing out.  Kelly looked up at me and whimpered, "God, Michael, I want you to fuck me, right now!"

I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked out of my jeans.  Then I put my hands on Kelly's waist and pulled off her jeans and panties in one motion.  Kelly was looking at me with a combination of lust and need that was almost indescribable.  Now completely naked, she spread her legs and licked her lips in invitation.  I hadn't said a word since Kelly had cum.  I pushed her back onto the couch, and climbed on on top of her.  She reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock, and guided it to her opening.  I bucked my hips forward and drove into her in a single thrust.  Her pelvis jerked up against mine, and she almost growled in the back of her throat, "I like it rough.  Fuck me real hard!"  I started doing exactly that, with long, strong strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her, then burying myself back inside her.  I could feel her rounded belly pushing against mine, and her big, firm breasts flattening against my chest.  Kelly had her head thrown back over the arm of the couch, and the sight of that, and the sound of her heavy breathing, drove me even harder.  I pushed one of her legs up over the back of the couch, and put my hand down along her leg, reaching for her anus with my finger.  When my fingertip brushed against her sphincter, Kelly hissed, "Yesssss!" and I pushed the first joint inside her ass.  "Oooohhhh!"  Her moan was almost unearthly.  I began finger-fucking her ass in rhythm with my cock-thrusts into her pussy.  Kelly's head began to flop back and forth on the arm of the couch, and she was letting out short, sharp gasps.  "Ahh.  Ahh.  Ahh."  She was close now, and so was I.

I felt Kelly's pelvis and belly start to twitch and I was sure she was ready.  Pulling back as far as  possible while staying inside her, I slammed back into her as hard as I could; at the same time I reached as deep into her ass as my finger would go.  "Oooohhhh fuuuuck!"  Kelly thrashed under me as her orgasm washed over her.  Her fingers clawed at my back.  The muscles of her pussy spasmed around my cock, sending me over the edge, as my balls poured their load out through my cock and into Kelly.  I ground my pelvis against her clit, and wiggled my finger inside her ass.  Kelly twitched and gasped in the throes of her orgasm for about thirty seconds before almost collapsing.  We lay there panting, me still on top of her, my dick slowly shrinking and slipping out of her.

After what seemed like hours, Kelly finally spoke.  "God, Michael, that was incredible.  I guess older guys really are better."

"Well, there is something to be said for experience."

Then Kelly said something that put the capper on just how stupid I had been all night.  "Boy is Tamara going to be pissed.  She's going to kill me."

I squirmed more than a little at the thought of that.  "Kelly, if you tell Tamara, or anybody else, about this, you're not going to be the one that's dead!"

*****

Part 2

I spent the next week in a paranoid haze, watching for any sign from Tamara that Kelly had told her about what had happened that night.  As the days went by and Tamara didn't give any indication that she knew, I slowly began to relax.  I hadn't seen Kelly since the night of our dope-smoking, hard-fucking tryst, and Mary hadn't suddenly decided to start showing affection again, so I turned my attention elsewhere.  There was really nothing sexual about it, but I started to develop a friendship with a woman named Diana, who worked with me.  She was in her mid-thirties, just a few years younger than I was, and had two kids, a boy who was twelve and a six-year-old girl.  She also had the same sort of spouse trouble that I had, except in the case of her husband it was prescription painkillers instead of booze.  He was basically useless, and she was getting tired of it.  Somewhere along the line she'd heard me mention that Mary had a drinking problem, so she asked me one day how I handled it.  The answer, of course, was that most of the time I didn't, at least not very well, but over the next week or so we talked about out problems just about every day, usually over lunch.  I hadn't  noticed any sexual attraction on either side.  Diana was pretty, with a narrow, soft-featured face, pale skin, and shoulder-length blond hair (which she let me know came out of a bottle) and the body you'd expect from a woman her age who'd had two kids - a little more rounded than it had been when she was younger.  I liked her and found her attractive, but that was about it.  And, of course, we were both married, although neither of us was feeling particularly good about the relationships.

It was a Friday, a couple of weeks after the incident with Kelly, and I was spending the afternoon training Diana on a new piece of software.  (Did I mention that I'm in charge of the computer systems?)  We sat next to each other, fairly close because we both needed to be able to see the computer monitor.  As I walked her through the new program, she leaned closer to see what I was doing, and I felt her knee bump against mine.  I expected her to move it, but she didn't; she kept it pressed against me.  That probably should have made me feel uncomfortable, but it didn't.  I actually relaxed more.  Well, most of me relaxed.  One part was starting to be anything but relaxed.  As the training went on, Diana actually moved closer to me, so her thigh was up against mine.  We were close enough that I noticed that Diana smelled exactly like my first girlfriend.  Our hands brushed over each other a couple of times when I moved the mouse.  Then Diana shifted again to get a better look at the monitor, and I felt her breast against my arm.  Again, she didn't make any attempt to move away.  I glance over at her - she was looking intently at the computer screen, but her lips were parted, and the tip of her tongue was running lightly over them.  By now, my dick was screaming for mercy.  It came, but not the kind I really wanted, when Diana suddenly yelped "Uh oh!  It's five; I've got to clock out, they won't pay me for overtime!"  She popped up, said, "I'll see you on Monday," and headed out of the office.  Damn.

I was particularly pissed that things had ended the way they had because I was going to be alone that night.  Mary had out of the blue decided to actually act like a mother for a change and had left that morning with Tamara for a long weekend of shopping in the Bay Area.  They wouldn't be back until Monday night.  Oh, well, at least I'd be able to play with myself in private.

That was exactly what I was planning to do later that evening as I settled in on the couch.  I had my shirt off and my jeans open.  I had just pulled my cock out of my shorts and given it a good pull, thinking about Diana leaning against me in the office that afternoon, when there was a knock on the door.  "Who the fuck could that be?"  I tucked my dick back into my pants so I could walk to the door and check it out.  I looked out the peephole, and there stood Kelly, in a very tight, tank top that barely covered her boobs, and the lowest-cut pair of jeans I'd ever seen.  I seriously was not sure whether to thank or curse the gods.

I opened the door (still not making good decision where Kelly was concerned) and said, "Hi, Kelly.  Tamara's not home."  I didn't really think that would work, but it was worth a shot.

Kelly walked right past me into the apartment as she said, "I know.  She told me she was going out of town."

Once inside, Kelly closed and locked the door, turned around to face me, wrapped her arms around me, and stuck her tongue in my mouth.  I never had a chance.

After a few seconds, Kelly broke off the kiss, looked at me and said, "I want to suck your cock."

She was looking at me with an almost pleading expression.  I laughed and said, "What, are you afraid I'm going to say 'No'?"

With that, she grinned and started digging through my jeans to get to my dick.  I might as well have just left it out.  Now she was kneeling in front of me, with my cock in her hand.  She held it up, and licked the length of the shaft, from the base up to the head, flicking her tongue over the tip, then taking just the head into her mouth and sucking lightly.  I was moaning as she repeated that process several times, then dropped her face to my balls, sucked one into her mouth, and began rolling it around with her tongue.  At the same time she was stroking my cock with her fingers.  I gasped out, "Keep that up and I'll blow all over the room!"

"Oh, no, you're not going to waste it!"  Kelly opened her mouth and took in my whole cock in one gulp,  not stopping until she gagged as it bumped against the back of her throat.  She began sucking slowly, pulling back, letting her tongue glide over the underside of my cock, until just the head was still in her mouth, then sucking and licking the head before sliding her mouth around the entire length again, until I could feel her nose bumping against my belly.

I reached my hands down on each side of Kelly's head and wound my fingers into her hair.  As I held her head, I started pumping my hips against her face, driving my cock into her mouth, at the same time pulling her head to me.  Kelly's hands were now free, and she wrapped her arms around my hips, helping pull me to her mouth.  I felt one of her hands on my ass.  One finger was sliding between my ass cheeks.  I felt it press against my anus, then she pushed lightly and her fingertip popped through my sphincter into my ass.  It felt like my cock grew an extra inch.  "Oh shit, baby, yeah!"  Kelly purred around my cock, making it even harder, if that was possible, and shoved her finger deeper into my ass.  It had been years since any woman had done that to me, and I'd forgotten what kind of effect it had on me.  I could barely control myself as my pelvis thrashed against Kelly's face, while she sucked me like no one I'd ever had before.

"Fuck, Kelly, I'm going to cum in your mouth!"  I no sooner had the words out than my cum exploded from my cock onto Kelly's tongue and down her throat.  She kept sucking, and finger-fucking my ass, until my knees started to shake and I let go of her hair.

I pulled her to her feet, mumbling, "Jesus, girl, where did you learn to do that?  Your turn now!"

I practically ripped her clothes off, and threw her down on the floor.  By now I was pretty sure that I couldn't be too rough with her, which was lucky, because I was in no mood or condition to be gentle.  With Kelly stretched out on the floor, I started my mouth on her throat, kissing and nipping gently with my teeth.  Kelly's breathing became shallow almost immediately, and she began to moan lightly.  I traced my tongue down her throat and in between her breasts, then spent a minute or so on each breast, licking around it, then wrapping my lips around each nipple in turn, sucking it, then biting lightly with my teeth.  This drew gasps from Kelly, who cradled my head in her hands as I moved farther down her body, licking around her rib cage, then down over her belly.  I ran my tongue into her belly button and swirled it around, causing the muscles in Kelly's belly to twitch.  "Uhhhh, yeah, that's good."

As I moved my mouth past her navel and my tongue traced the top of her pubic bush, I spread Kelly's legs out with my hands, her knees pointed out to either side.  I lowered my face to her pelvis, and my tongue licked over her pussy lips.  "Oooohhhh.  Mmmmmmm."  I licked the length of her slit from back to front, then over and over again.  As I did, I let my tongue slide back and flick against her anus.  As I licked, Kelly moaned.  Each time my tongue touched her ass, she gasped.  I laid my fingers against the lips of her pussy and slowly spread her open, then pressed my mouth against her gaping cunt and drove my tongue into her.

"Aaaahhh, yesss!  God!"  I tongue-fucked Kelly for several seconds as she moaned, then a slid my mouth up, flicking my tongue over her clit, and slipped first one, then a second, finger into her pussy.  My fingers became slippery as the moved in and out of her, and Kelly was gasping as my tongue rolled around her clit.  I pressed a third finger against the ring of her anus, and drove it inside, now finger-fucking both her holes.

"Uh...uh...uh."  Kelly's breath was short and ragged as I licked and fingered her.  Her pelvis was humping against me as her back arched up off the floor.  I knew she was getting close, so I intensified my attack, taking her clit between my lips and sucking on it.

"Oh, god, going to...Oh, fuck...cumming!"  Kelly's shoulders jerked up off the floor; her back arched; I could feel the muscles of her pussy and ass clamp around my fingers and then go into spasms.  "Aaaahhhh...Aaaahhhh...Aaaaiiiieeee!"  Kelly's body shook with her orgasm, then she collapsed back onto the floor panting.

My cock was long since hard as a rock again, and I moved up and lay on top of Kelly, guiding my cock to the lips of her pussy.  I slid into her with one thrust and began pumping her hard the way I had the first time we'd fucked.

"Oh my god...Oh my god," Kelly moaned several times.  Her pussy and clit were still so tender that she began to cum again within seconds, her body vibrating again, as she cried out, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my hips, pulling me tightly against as she came again.

When Kelly relaxed after this orgasm, I eased up, and began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, pulling back until just the head of my cock was in her, then pushing gently all the way back in until my pelvis rubbed against her clit.  I wanted to give her time to recuperate a little.  Kelly's breathing slowed down in time with my thrusts.  After some time, she began humping her pelvis back at me in time with my movements.  That was all I needed to start pumping faster again.  I was beginning to feel the stirrings in my balls that meant an explosion wasn't far off.  Kelly's breathing was shallow and ragged again, and she suddenly gasped out, "God, I'm going to cum again!"  I was hammering her pussy as hard and fast as I could now.

"Aaaahhh!  Uuuuhhhh!"  Then Kelly gave a strangled cry.  Her fingers dug into my back, her legs locked around my waist.  Kelly's entire body convulsed, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock.  That was all I needed.  With a grunt I slammed all the way into her and my balls started pumping my cum inside her.  As I came, Kelly's body suddenly stiffened, becoming almost rigid, then she slumped back onto the floor, with my semen still pouring into her.

When I finally finished, my cock, incredibly, didn't start to shrink.  It was still ready for action.  I looked down at Kelly and her face had the most wanton, lascivious look I've ever seen.

"I'm still hard.  You want to go again?"

Kelly nodded, still panting from last orgasm.

I gave her a wicked smile and said, "I want to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh, god, yes!  Do it!"  At that point I think she would have let me do just about anything to her.

I pulled my dripping cock out of her pussy, rolled her over, helped her get up on her hands and knees.  I positioned myself on my knees behind her, spread her ass cheeks apart, and pushed the head of my cock against the tight ring of her anus.  I leaned forward and popped just the head of my cock into her ass.  Kelly grunted, and I gasped as I felt her ass squeeze my cock-head.  I moved my hips forward slightly, pushing a little more of my cock into her ass, then pulled back until just the head was inside her.  With each stroke I moved deeper.  With each stroke, Kelly grunted and gasped as I opened up her ass.  Finally I bucked my hips forward, Kelly pushed her ass back against me, and my cock buried itself completely inside Kelly's ass.  Kelly moaned, "God, Michael, fuck my ass.  Hard, like you fuck my pussy."

I fucked her with hard, deep strokes, trying to reach deeper inside each time.  When I pulled back and her anal ring gripped the head of my cock, the feeling was incredible.  If I hadn't already cum twice I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds.

I leaned over her back, and curled one hand around in front of her so I could rub her clit with my finger.  I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible.  Kelly placed her hand over mine and shoved my finger harder against her clit.  Kelly worked in rhythm with, rocking her ass back against me as I drove into her, rocking her pelvis forward to grind her clit against my finger as I pulled back.

By now I could tell by Kellly's breathing when she was getting close to an orgasm, and there was definitely another one on the way.  She wasn't so much breathing now as gasping for breath, and I could feel her muscles start to shake.

"Oh...my...fucking...god!  I...aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh!"  As her latest orgasm washed over her, Kelly's arms and legs collapsed and she flopped face down on the floor, still gasping and grunting.  I went with, my cock driving to the hilt again in her ass, my balls banging against her pussy.  The feeling of being in her ass when her muscles spasmed during her orgasm was even more intense than feeling her pussy clenching my cock.  I exploded into her with a grunt, my semen washing up along the walls of her anal canal.  It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and when we were done, we simply lay there on the floor for several minutes, neither of us really in any condition to move.

"So," I said, when I finally found my voice again, "you wanna spend the weekend?"

ied to carry on with my life. I hadn’t had sex since that one time with Jacy, and really hadn’t wanted to. Not because I was impotent or gay or anything, but more because the first time ended up scaring the hell out of me. This is not to say I was sexually dead inside. I masturbated at least once most every day and my personal relationships began to be with pornographic video and silicone masturbators instead of real women. I spent a lot of time on the internet with adult sites and message boards talking to lonely people like me who were just trying to get off. The idea of a real relationship was scary for me and all I could think about was getting another girl pregnant by accident. I guess I went a little off the deep end and became obsessed with avoiding relationships at all cost.

I tried to fill my time with school work and activities like weight lifting during college, but the thought of my daughter always filled my mind. By the time of my college graduation, I could think of nothing but how my daughter was doing so I made up my mind to seek her out and try to start a relationship. I knew it might come with heartaches and hard times, but I decided it was worth the shot. I was twenty five years old when I finally found the foster parents. They were living in a different city now and it took some time to track them down. I found out my daughter’s name was Kelly and she was ten years old now.

I decided I should call and see what the foster parents might think about my coming back into Kelly’s life after all these years. They were good people and understood my situation at the time of the adoption, so I was hopeful this would go well. I was nervous when an older sounding woman answered the phone. I remembered her name to be Julie and I told her my name and she immediately sounded a little nervous. I tried to be as polite and nice as I could and told her I had called to get her confidence and approval before I did anything else. The conversation turned out to be pleasant, but she didn’t think I should see Kelly yet. She said Jacy had not contacted her and she didn’t know of her whereabouts when I asked. She did agree to send photos and information on Kelly to me periodically and that I would be allowed to see her maybe in a few more years when she was older and might understand better. They had told Kelly nothing about the adoption yet. I agree to this and I did get photos and information almost immediately.

The photos kept coming in the next three years and I got to see her grow up in pictures. She was a beautiful little girl with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She was very active and had begun participating in many activities including cheerleading, volleyball, basketball, and softball. She was evidently very good at all of these as I received word of her many awards from each. I was especially interested to learn that she was wanting to get active in weightlifting, because this was one of my favorite activities as well. I guess it gave us some type of connection.

I was still active in weightlifting and had now become very fit. I am about six feet tall and weigh two hundred pounds. I am very muscular and strong and eat healthily and have been complemented on my appearance many times. I guess because of the nature of this story, I should now say that my cock is large. I would say larger than normal based on all the porn movies I had seen. I measured it once out of silly curiosity and it measured to be twelve inches long when fully erect, and it was thick and wide in circumference. I do not consider myself a vain person, but I do see my cock as my best attribute, even though I was scared to use it. I still fought off women who tried to catch my eye and kept my concentration on my daughter to keep my mind off other women. There was one woman I went on a blind date with one time since college. I did it just as a favor to a friend of mine who was dating her sister and needed a double date partner. Her name was Bernice and she was gorgeous. The date had gone well despite my efforts to not be charming. Afterwards, we went back to my friend’s house and he and his date went into the bedroom. I could hear moans and an occasional scream come out of the room and it made me a little on edge trying to sit and talk with Bernice. She was noticeable attracted to me and finally she said "It sounds like they’re having fun in there doesn’t it?" I just smiled and said that it did but she became much more forward.

"We could be having that much fun to."

"I don’t think we should." I said.

"Don’t you like me?"

"Very much, but this is our first date."

"I’m not worried about that." she said.

She was wearing a formal black dress with shoulder straps that tied in the back behind her neck and had her long black hair up. She slowly reached behind her neck and untied the straps. She then folded her arms under her breasts and slowly lowered her arms down along with the top of her dress. She was not wearing a bra and her bare breasts were now fully exposed to me. She has a seductive grin on her face and I was dumbfounded. This was the first pair of live breasts I had seen since I was fifteen and I was astounded at how perfect they were. They were large and firm and her nipples pointed upward toward the ceiling. Her nipples were hard and only slightly lighter in color than her breasts; and there were no visible tan lines, which suggested that she sunbathed in the nude, because of her dark complexion. My cock was almost instantly erect and I was struggling in my seat to hide it. I guess I was very visibly nervous because she reached out, grabbed the back of my head and said "its all right." I was tingling as she pulled my head down onto her left breast and I immediately began to suck on her hard nipple. She was moaning as I began to move my head back and forth, giving attention to each nipple. After several minutes she pushed me back into the sofa and began rubbing my cock through my pants as she fumbled for my zipper. She was really turned on and was moaning loudly. I was about to burst in my pants as she finally undid my zipper and reached in for my cock. I saw her eyes widen as her hand wrapped around my shaft and she struggled a little to free my manhood. Her touches were driving me wild and I quickly stood up and undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. She had a look of astonishment on her face as my fully erect cock bounced with each pulse of my heart. She said, "You are so big!" and quickly grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I was in heaven when she finally opened her mouth and I saw the massive tip of my cock penetrate her lips. She began to suck intensely as her tongue worked the underside of my cock head. Then she took her hands off my shaft and gripped my ass. Her head was pumping up and down on as much of my cock as she could fit into her beautiful mouth when I felt my orgasm begin to build rapidly. I reached down and stopped her head and she pulled away. She was looking up at me with confusion as if I had stopped a starving girl from a feast.

"I’m sorry. I am about to cum and I wanted to warn you."

She looked at me with a smile and said, "It’s ok, I want to make you cum. Just sit on the sofa and relax."

With that I sat down and she crawled up between my legs. She was looking into my eyes as she grabbed my cock and began to lick my scrotum. I had never experienced a blowjob in my life and it was more exciting than I could have imagined. After a few seconds, she raised her head and pulled herself closer to me. Her perfect breasts were bouncing lightly as she began to stroke here head up and down my shaft again. I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop her this time as I felt a huge rope escape from the head of my cock. She was still looking into my eyes as I saw them widen from my initial shot of cum. She kept sucking and swallowing the best she could as stream after stream of semen left my body. She was able to swallow most of it, but some did escape the corners of her mouth and slide down to my balls. She promptly licked the spill up and finished the task beautifully. A moment before, I would have done anything to fuck this beautiful creature, but suddenly the reality of my pathetic phobia set in again. She sat back on the floor, wiped her mouth and pulled up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she began to rub her neatly shaven pussy with her fingers. She then looked at me and said, "I’m all yours. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock."

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen or heard, and still all I could think about was how to escape the situation. As she rubbed her clip with one hand and licked the fingers of her other hand, I could think of nothing but how I had gotten Jacy pregnant twelve years earlier. I was scared again. On the one hand, I wanted to push my cock into her vagina and fuck this beautiful creature until dawn; and on the other hand, I wanted to turn and run out the door and never look back. Not only was she beautiful and sexy, she had proven to have a great personality and be a great person as well. In the end I let my fears overwhelm me once again.

"I’m sorry Bernice, but it’s getting late and I should probably go." I couldn’t believe I was saying it.

She looked at me helplessly and said, "What do you mean? I though you liked me. Have I done something wrong?"

I wanted to tell her my whole situation right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, I mumbled something about having a big day tomorrow and I pulled my pants up, said sorry, and left. She was still in the floor with a very hurt and confused look on her face as I said goodbye and walked out the door.

That night at home I must have jerked off a half dozen times and kicked myself a half dozen more for what had happened. Part of me wanted to get in a cab and go back to the house in hopes that she might still be in the floor, ready for me to make love to her. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. The reality is that if I was in the same situation again, I would do exactly the same thing. I hated myself for it but it had become impossible for me to fight it off. I thought maybe she is the one I could marry and end this phobia, but I was too scared to try. I was able to have oral sex, but if it came to intercourse, I couldn’t go through with it. I began to realize that it was because of the guilt I felt for Jacy and Kelly and that whole situation, and I could never make myself do anything to possible hurt others the same way. Commitment, I realized, was not exactly a strong suit of mine. In the next weeks and months, I tried to forget about Bernice and concentrate on Kelly, though it was much harder than I had thought it would be. Occasionally I would ask my friend about her, but he would just look at me, shake his head, and say, "You really blew it man." I never went any farther to try to get a better explanation. I took that as enough.

This story takes its twist not long after my date with Bernice. Kelly was thirteen and I was thirty when I received the awful news. First of all Kelly was in Junior High now and was turning into a stunningly beautiful young woman, judging by her pictures. She was still active in all her sports and in cheerleading. In talking to her foster parents on the phone, I would get to see her soon, as they had told her about me and she had become increasingly excited to see me. I was very happy about this and thing were going good until I learned that Kelly’s foster parents had been killed in a car accident. I was devastated not only because I had grown to really know and like them, but also because things were going so well with my visitation hopes. Now things were all askew. I knew Kelly must be devastated and I wanted to run to her for support, but I didn’t know if that would be best. I was still wondering what to do when a couple days later I received a call from a lawyer. He introduced himself as Mr. Styles and asked if I could meet him at his offices the next morning concerning the will of Kelly’s foster parents. I wholeheartedly agreed and I slept very little that night wondering what would happen and if I might actually see Kelly.

The next morning I arrived at Mr. Styles’ offices at eight o’clock sharp. I was as nervous and as excited as I have ever been. When I walked into the office, I saw a young woman sitting in the waiting area and immediately recognized her as Kelly. I went over to her with my heart racing and said "Hello Kelly." She looked very sad and had been crying, but when she looked up at me she immediately jumped from her chair, hugged me hard around the neck, and sobbed.

"Oh daddy, I’m so glad to see you."

I have never been happier or more overwhelmed with emotion in all my life. I was with my daughter finally. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her back, speechless. Finally Kelly broke the embrace and looked down toward my trousers. Then she looked back at me, smiled, and said "He’s waiting for us." Kelly turned around and started for the door of Mr. Styles office. I hadn’t noticed until now that my cock was fully erect. I walked half-bent and fully embarrassed into the office behind my daughter. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was only thirteen, but was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looks mature for her age. Her face looked like something out of Greek mythology. Her breasts were still developing, but were tight and perky, and she was slim, yet very athletic looking. The most amazing thing though was her ass. She had the most perfectly rounded ass I had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of short-shorts that barely covered the curvature of her cheeks, and her legs extending down out of the short legs could not have been sculpted any better. She looked like a model for one of those fitness shows you see on ESPN. I couldn’t believe how I was reacting to her and I felt guilty for it.

The lawyer said that he was the executor of Kelly’s parents will and there was a lot to go over.

"Mr. Meers, you may not know this, but Mr. And Mr. Stoves (Kelly’s foster parents) didn’t have any immediate family left. They came to me about a year ago to draw up their will. Surprising to me, they named you as a major beneficiary to their will. Now I have known the Stoves for many years, and this was shocking to me at first as you may well understand. I hadn’t heard of you before you see. But after hearing the story, it made sense."

"Well thank you Mr. Styles. I consider the Stoves to be close friends of mine."

"I’m sure you do. Now, this is very basic if we can come to an agreement. If you agree to take in Kelly, and if Kelly agrees to live with you until she becomes of age, then I can simply state the terms in the will and we will be done. What do you say?"

I could tell the lawyer was an old friend of the family and conducted himself in a more laid-back manner, and I appreciated it. I had thought of the possibility of Kelly moving in with me since the accident and I knew I wanted that to happen. I just hope Kelly felt the same way. After I expressed as much to Mr. Styles, he turned his attentions to Kelly.

"What do you say Kelly?"

Kelly didn’t speak at first and had a funny look in her eyes. She then said "Mr. Styles, I would like nothing more now than to live with my father."

I was ecstatic, but tried to hold it in. Mr. Styles then proceeded to lay out the terms of the will which, among other things, said that Kelly was to move in with me and all the money of the estate will go to her when she turns eighteen, except for two thousand dollars each month that would be put into my account for the raising of Kelly. Apparently the Stoves were more well-to-do than I had thought. The house would be sold and Kelly would move to me to a city not far away. Kelly wasn’t excited about moving at first, but she soon realized that it was what had to happen.

The next couple of years were strange in an unexpected way. Kelly and I grew close quickly and I was very active in her life, but I couldn’t understand my feelings for her. I loved her like a father, but there was something more. I frequently got erections if I was around her for very long, and I always became erect whenever she would hug me or kiss me. I also still had a problem with my perception of her. I saw her as my daughter, but I also saw her as a beautiful woman living in my home. I actually felt lust for her and this caused me much grief. I began dating more after Kelly moved in, but now I was infatuated with Kelly all the time, even when I was out on dates. This caused a lot of feelings of frustration and guilt. I would often masturbate in bed at night to the though of Kelly. I would fantasize about her in the shower or undressing, or even sometimes having sex. Having moved to a new town, Kelly was still getting to know kids her age and so she spent a lot of time around the house. She often wore skimpy outfits and lounged around so that her clothes would become ruffled and expose even more than they should. This would add to my sexual frustrations, but I couldn’t keep from staring and gawking. I would often have to leave the room for a quick masturbation session. I would return and she would say, "Where did you go for so long." I would just smile and make something up. After a while, she had made a few friends and didn’t spend as much time at home, but she still stayed at home most nights and she never stayed out late. She was a beautiful girl, but seemed to resist boyfriends. I began to hope that she didn’t get some crazy phobia like her old man. I knew the boys must all get hard-ons over her. Otherwise things were quite normal at our home, until shortly after her sixteenth birthday.

I was in my room one day thinking of Kelly and becoming very horny when I decided to take a shower. Kelly was down stairs watching t.v. and I figured now was a good time. I turned the water on, stripped, looked down at my growing twelve-inch cock, and stepped into the shower. I was fantasizing about Kelly and pulling my cock, when I heard Kelly call out my name. I decided to ignore her calls and suddenly became thankful that I had left the bathroom door slightly open. I heard her call once more and then saw the bathroom door open slightly. I looked away quickly. I wanted her to see me stroking my cock as if she weren’t even there. It was the most forbidden of taboos to desire your own daughter, but I couldn’t resist a little voyeurism. The shower door was clear glass and you could see everything. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was still there standing watching me. As I continued, I could see that her hand was inside the skimpy shorts she was wearing and she was rubbing herself. Her other hand was on her breasts. I thought it strange because she could easily be caught if I had said anything, but of course I didn’t, and she didn’t seem to mind a little danger either. The situation was affecting me and I could soon feel my orgasm building. A few seconds later, I was shooting the biggest load of my life all over the shower door, in full view of Kelly. She was still rubbing herself, and I swore I heard her moan as I came. I waited a few seconds and cleaned myself and the shower up a little and Kelly had left. I quickly got out and decided two could play her game. I put on a tight pair of shorts, no underwear, and nothing else as I strode down to the living room. Kelly was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I plopped down beside her. She seemed unusually nervous and I knew why. After a few minutes she looked over at me and said "What are you wearing?"

"Just some comfortable house clothes, why?"

"Dad! It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?"

"No more revealing than what you have on."

"Why with that on, you might as well be naked!"

I smiled and said, "Hey, you wear the skimpiest things I have ever seen a woman wear in my life, and you are lecturing me?"

She just rolled her eyes. We continued to watch t.v. for several minutes and then she floored me with a question I never would have thought she would ask me in a million years.

"Dad, if I did wear nothing around the house, would that be all right?"

I looked at her and was speechless. Could she be serious? Here was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my daughter nonetheless, and she was asking permission to walk around the house naked.

"You want to walk around naked?" I asked uncomfortably.

Shyly she said, "Well, yeah, if its ok. I guess I am a nudist at heart and just never had the nerve to express it to you."

I thought a minute about how to answer this. I wanted to sound fatherly, instead of like a teenage boy with a hard-on.

"Well, if you really feel that way, I guess its ok. Just around the house though."

"Daddy, it would make me more comfortable if you would join me."

I was really floored now. Not only did my daughter, the object of my fantasies, want to do around naked, she now wanted me to join her. I loved the idea but played it off a little.

"I don’t know about that. You sure it wouldn’t be too weird."

"I don’t think so daddy. Besides, we’re family, aren’t we?"

"But honey, you are still a beautiful woman. Now, I don’t mind the nudism, but you will have to understand that it might make my cock erect to be naked and to see you naked. Is that ok for you?"

She said, "Daddy, I know about that kind of thing and I am fine with it. So do you want to do it now?"

After a little more debate, I agreed. You should have seen her. She quickly jumped up and practically tore her clothes off. All she was wearing was a pair of short-shorts and a tank top so there really wasn’t much to take off, but when she did, I assure you I never took my eyes off. Her breasts were magnificent, much like Bernice’s had been a few years before. They were smaller than Bernice’s but they nipples had the same color tone and the same upward tilt. I was pleasantly surprised to see her pussy was completely shaven and she had an even tan over her body. I didn’t ask where she sunbathed. I decided I could save that for another fantasy some night. I sat and admired her for several seconds, forgetting that I was her father and she was my daughter. She then said, "Daddy? It’s your turn now."

I had almost forgotten and became suddenly nervous. I had a huge erection and now I had to expose it. My daughter was looking eagerly at my crotch, and I began to question the innocence of her motivation. I slowly slid the tight shorts down my muscular legs and then raised up. My balls felt suddenly huge and my cock as pointing strait out from the weight of my twelve-inch erection. Kelly was beautiful. She was fabulously fit and you could make out the six pack in her abs. She had worked out some with me and more at school and you could really see the results in her bareness. We looked at each other for a few intense seconds.

"Isn’t this great daddy?"

"Yeah" I said shyly "I guess it is kinda freeing."

She then sat back down beside me and snuggled up next to me to watch more t.v. I was very uncomfortable, but very horny at the same time. After a while, she asked me another question that make my eyes just about pop out of the sockets.

"Daddy, do you ever masturbate?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I was just wondering. Being naked if freeing me up to ask the hard questions if guess. I have wondered about boys for some time now and thought I would ask you some questions if you don’t mind."

"I guess if it’s in the interest of knowledge I can play along. Yes I do masturbate."

"How much?"

"I guess most every day. I think boys need to more than girls, though I could be wrong."

"I think you are wrong daddy, because I masturbate every day too."

I was astounded by what she was saying but I would soon realize this was just the beginning to a long night of discovery.

"Will you masturbate with me daddy?"

"Now Kelly, you shouldn’t ask me that. That is not the kind of thing a father and daughter should do."

"Why not daddy? We both admitted we do it. Why can’t we learn from each other and help each other out?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Maybe we could look at some of the porno movies you have while we do it. And maybe even, if you want to, we could help each other do it. You know, I could touch you and you could touch me."

It was all I could do not to take my cock and beat off on her right then and there. I knew it would only take a few seconds, as I could see the precum dripping down my shaft now. Without saying any more, I quickly stood up, grabbed her by the hand, and led her to my bedroom. I sat her down on my bed and pulled a porno from the drawer. I don’t know how Kelly found them, and I don’t care. I was so turned on by the fact that she knew where they were and had undoubtedly used them to masturbate to. I sat beside her and pushed play on the remote. As we watched the sex on the screen, I began to stroke my cock.

"Can I do that for you daddy?"

Without a word, I leaned back and felt Kelly put her small teenage hand on my cock. She then began to stroke it up and down, turning her head back and forth from my cock to the t.v. screen.

"I’m going to try something daddy. Don’t worry."

Before I could ask what she was about to do, I saw her put her mouth around the head of my cock and begin sucking. I was in heaven. I knew it was wrong, but didn’t want it to stop. Kelly raised her head for a few seconds and looking into my eyes.

"I saw you in the shower today daddy. I know what you did and I want you to let me do it from now on. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you in the lawyer’s office. I felt your huge cock with that first hug and I’ve wanted to feel it again ever since. I’ve wanted to taste it. I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to be your daughter and your wife."

Those words, as much as anything else, caused me to shoot rope after rope of cum all over Kelly’s mouth and face. I was astounded by what she was saying, I couldn’t even speak. To my surprise she licked and drank as much of it as she could. Then she fell back on the bed, spread her legs, and began fingering her pussy.

"Fuck me now daddy. I need more cum. I want you to know that I am your slut whore. I am a virgin, but I know I can take all of your big cock inside me. I know I can! Its why I was born!"

I thought for a moment about my phobia. About how I hadn’t had intercourse with a woman since I was younger than Kelly. About how I couldn’t possibly allow another pregnancy out of wedlock because of me. All of this fluttered and then left my mind. Now all I thought about was fucking Kelly. Fucking the pussy that these balls had been responsible for making sixteen years ago. And if another pregnancy was in the cards....so be it! She was my daughter AND my wife now. If she were to get pregnant, I was in a position to raise the child now. Kelly could be a mother at sixteen and I could be her motherfucker. I could be a father twice. A father and a grandfather at the same time. I thought about how wonderful that could be as I positioned myself between Kelly’s legs, my cock still covered in cum and saliva. I leaned down and tasted her beautiful pussy. It was smooth and young. It showed not clit, no labia, only a smooth mound with a tight little slit. I forced my tongue between the slit until I found the covered clit. I tickled it and sucked it. Kelly’s moans quickly turned to screams as I beamed with pride. She was loving my kisses and so I continued. I licked and sucked he clit until she bucked wildly on the bed. I hooked my arms around her legs and buried my tongue into her slit, running it up and down. I lifted her ass occasionally to taste her ass, her beautiful perfect ass. I was like a machine. Every time she would cum and her clit became sensitive, she would beg me to stop and fuck her.

"OH GOD PLEASE, ENOUGH DADDY, PLEASE STOP AND SHOVE YOUR COCK IN!"

This is when I would speed up my tongue and quickly get her going again.

"OH YES, YESSSSS, OH FUCK DADDY, YOUR TONGUE IS SO GOOD!"

After at least a half dozen orgasms, I quickly raised up, took my cum-soaked cock in my hand, and guided it to her velvety soft pussy. It was more than lubed and ready with her cum and my saliva, that the head of my cock slipped in easily. It was the rest that was a challenge.

"Don’t stop pushing it in daddy, no matter what I say, I want it all!"

I took her words to heart and began my quest. My cock slit about a quarter in before her eyes widened and she screamed out "OH GOD!" I know I was at the hymen and I pushed through. She screamed out "OH FUCK" and tears streamed down her face. I continued on as she bit her lip in pain. She looked so sexy. She was sweating all over and her make-up was messy. She had been crying, but I knew it was what she wanted. After all, she was my slut whore now. Her body was perfect, shimmering in the light of the room and her beautiful legs were wrapped tightly around me. Every now and then she would squeeze her legs so tightly, I would struggle for air, but I never quit pushing. Not until I felt my pelvis make contact with hers and my balls rested gently on her tight little perfect ass. She was moaning loudly, and hadn’t noticed that I had stopped. Her eyes were glassed over and she seemed to be in a dream when I took her head in my hands and looked at her. She looked back.

"You did it sweethearts. You took all of daddys twelve inches! I’m so proud of you!"

She smiled up at me and then grabbed my head and pulled my lips down to hers. She opened her mouth wide as we shared a long kiss. It was probably my favorite part of the whole night. My first passionate kiss with my daughter. It was more personal somehow and I was in heaven. As we kissed, I pulled my cock part-way out of her smooth, tight pussy and then quickly shoved it back in. She broke our kiss to scream out as I started to rhythmically plunge my cock in and out of her tight hole. He pussy felt fantastic, though I hadn’t had much to base it on. This was only the second pussy my cock had entered in my life. Ironically enough, the only other time was that night in back bedroom of my best friends house when I was fifteen. That pussy belonged to the mother of the pussy I was now fucking. And I will have to say that Jacy was only able to take in about half of my cock. Her daughter had her beat in that department. After a few minutes on top of Kelly, I decided to change position. I grabbed her and rolled over until I was on my back and she was on top. She instinctively raised up and began bouncing on my cock. We continued to fuck in many positions until finally settling on doggy position. This position was driving her wild and I could feel my orgasm cumming. I yelled out, "Baby, I’m cumming!" and to my surprise, Kelly quickly pulled away, turned around, and stuffed as much as my cock into her mouth as she could. I came hard, even harder than the first time and she gagged. To my surprise she didn’t spill any cum and drank it all down.

"Sorry daddy, but I had to taste you again. I think I’m a cum whore!"

"That’s perfectly fine sweety, you have as much as you want."

She continued to suck my cock long after I came. I was wondering what she was doing and if maybe she hadn’t had enough yet. I asked her if she wanted more cock.

"Oh yes daddy, but this time I want it in my asshole."

I was stunned. I said "I don’t know baby, daddy might hurt you there."

"I can take it daddy! I know I can!"

I smiled at the childish manner in which she spoke, but I wasn’t about to tell her no. I told her to go to the bathroom and get the Vaseline out of the cabinet. I then bent her over the bed and put a generous about on her nice little asshole. I coated my cock with the Vaseline as I plunged my thumb in and out of her ass. When I thought it was ready, I stuck my cock at the hole and told Kelly to get ready. I quickly pushed and my cock slid about a quarter of the way in. She yelled out in pain and then said, "Don’t stop daddy, keep going, fuck my ass." I did just as she said and after several minutes, I was fully in my daughters ass. She has cried again but said how much she loved it. He ass had stretched out well and took all of my cock, even though it felt like my cock was in a vise. I slowly fucked Kelly for what must have been twenty minutes as she rubbed her clit. She must have cum a dozen times more, and I even thought she passed out for a few seconds there. She really was a slut whore, my slut whore, and I loved it. This time I selfishly came in her ass without warning. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside her. It was great. Afterwards she wanted to taste my cock, so she sucked my soft cock for a few more minutes until it was clean of all the cum and lube. It couldn’t have tasted to good I thought, but she seemed to love it, as all slut whores do.

I think she would have wanted more, but my cock had all it could take for one night. I had to promise her the next day I would fuck her more, and she seemed to take it ok. She was quite a site. Makeup all messy, drenched with sweat and cum, pussy and asshole stretched. She was all mine. Yessir, all mine. Wife and daughter. We showered, kissed, talked about the future, things couples do. I finally wasn’t afraid anymore. If she did get pregnant, I hope for a little girl. A dad and a grandad. That would be nice. And all my fantasies could be lived out. The only thing better than one slut whore at your beckon call, is two slut whores at your beckon call.