“Gee, Jack, what do you hope to do with me, now?” I pull his sopping wet finger from my mouth and slide it down the ski-slope of my right breast and use it to play ring-around-the-rosy with my nipple, getting it nice and hard. And, then I squeeze it and roll it between his thumb and forefinger to make it super elongated. Oh, it feels so good. My whole chest is tingling. I squeeze my left breast with my other hand and shoot Jack a seductive smile, batting my lashes, locking on to his tiger eyes. He definitely wants me. I just wonder how long he can continue with his inquisition. Jamie wants me, too. She’s sitting over there observing all this, trying to type notes into her laptop. She just squirmed a little. I bet her little pussy is getting moist.
“Sasha, do you have any recollection of any of the events I’ve just described?” He scoots his chair a little closer to the bed, making it easier for him to massage my breast.
“No, not really, but since you say my new brain specializes in arousal, maybe a little more therapy in that area could jog some memories lose.”
“I think we’re on the same track. But, at the same time we shouldn’t deviate too far from standard procedure. It’s been scientifically proved that strong emotional responses to stimuli facilitates memory retention. Given your hyper developed emotional center, I’m willing to go out on a limb and put forth the proposition that you may have what can be termed sexual clairvoyance.”
“That sounds kinky, doc. Tell me more.” I take Jack’s finger and return it to my mouth. I lube it up real good and then slid it down a line following my breast bone, on down over the slightly sumptuous swell of my tummy and through the dark forest of my bush till it hits bullseye, my erect clitoris. I spread my legs wide and arch my hips forward, giving him plenty of room to play. I see his cock rise under his pants. The ever attentive Jamie sees it, too. Drool forms at the corner of her mouth - jealous of her father’s hand.
“Father, are you sure you know what you’re doing,” gently placing a hand on his lap. “You want to save yourself for Jenny’s revival. Sasha is a sexual predator. How far dare you take this?”
“I have to keep going. We can gain valuable information here.” His finger twirls around my clit and caresses my fleshy labia. My skin buzzes with pleasure. I guide two of his fingers into my wet crevice, to my waiting hole and then inside of me, gently, rhythmically plundering me. “Let’s continue with our session, Sasha. I’d like you to concentrate on the flowing curtains you see hanging all along the walls of this room. Concentrate upon them and on the sparkling lights you see dancing within them.”
“They’re beautiful. Mesmerizing,” I say, loosing myself in their swaying motion. My limbs are on fire as Jack continues to plunge his fingers ever deeper inside me.
“Jamie, will you help me off with my clothes?”
“I hope you know what you’re doing, father.” She unbuttons his shirt, helps him shrug it off his muscular shoulders and then drapes across the back of her chair. She unties his expensive Italian shoes, removes them, along with his socks, and sets them all neatly aside. While continuing to pleasure me he stands and lest her unfasten and lower his pants. He steps out of them and she folds them and sets them next to his shirt. Lastly, Jamie lowers his boxers, freeing his wondrously long and thick manhood to spring out.
“Take me, Jack. I need you,” I moan.
“Okay, Sasha, dear, keep focusing on the curtains,” he says, climbing into bed beside me. I feel his warm energy permeate my flesh like a wave of pure bliss. He presses his member up alongside my hip and nuzzles my disheveled dark locks. “I want you to imagine your lying alongside a gentle river,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “It’s night. I’m there with you, lying in the muddy river bed alongside you, just as I’m doing now.”
“Father, don’t go there,” Jamie pleads, kneeling behind him. He ignores her, shifting his legs across mine and sliding on top of me.
“See yourself in the shallow muddy river water. I’m on top of you,” he breathes into my neck.
“I see it,” I moan, my flesh trembling. “I want you inside me.” I bite his ear. He groans.
“Pull away, father.” Jamie tugs at his elbow. He’s lost complete awareness of her. He’s engrossed completely in me. He’s mine. The room has shrunk. Jamie is gone. The blue velvet draperies lap against our naked bodies. The golden lights flicker in my eyes.
“I want you, baby,” his voice husky with passion as his mouth moves up and takes mine into his. We’re both panting heavily as our tongues entwine. His weight is heavy upon me. He lowers his throbbing rod down to my crevice. He’s so huge I wonder if I can fit all of him inside of me.
“Do you remember that night two weeks ago, sweetie? The night you gave your virginity to me in the riverbed.” He probes my tiny opening with his thick head, pushes into me, slowly, gently and then plunders me.
“I remember you, daddy,” I scream, he’s so huge. My walls clench him like a vice. “How could I ever forget anyone so big.” Sweat pours off me. My breathing comes in short rapid puffs.
“Sh, sh, sh, sh,” he whispers into my ear as he takes me ever deeper, slowly , slowly, until he’s balls deep. Then, he pauses, letting me expand before gliding slowly in and out, rhythmically, his heavy pelvis pounding me into the bed. I wail like a banshee. My pussy juices flow like a mighty fiver. An earthquake of pure pleasure quakes through every muscle. Sexual electricity shoots up my spine. He builds up speed, grunting like a wild beast, snorting hot breath into my passion-contorted face.
“Oh, God,” Jack shouts, as he fills me with a geyser of cum. He continues pumping, his organ convulsing, draining his testicles of every last drop they have to offer till it seeps out of my pussy in streams of white hot man-lava.
After he’s done he pulls out and lays exhausted beside me. His dark sweat-soaked locks stick in tendrils to his handsome forehead. I roll into him and cover his face with tiny kisses.
“Do you know who you are, now, baby?” He smiles.
“I do now, how could there ever be any mistake, daddy, I’m your girl, Jenny.”
“That’s right, darling,” kissing me.
More naughty tales from the twisted mind of Carrie Breeze
Bad Stepdaughter Christmas
“You look pretty drunk already, but, here,” hands me the tumbler. I throw back what’s left of the Jack and drop the empty glass clinking on the floor. “I needed that,” smiling into his bronzed, chiseled face. His eyes sparkle back at me. “And I need a real man,” snuggling up to his rock-solid torso. He wraps his huge left arm around my slender shoulders and pulls me in tight. His warmth ignites a fire in my limbs. Don’t know if it’s the alcohol or him. But, suddenly, my whole body is tingling and feeling loose and fuzzy.
“I like the way you feel, dad,” I purr into his thick neck. My eyes follow the network of veins that ripple across his muscles, down to where they disappear beneath his shirt, desperately wishing it were off him right now.
“You got spunk, Holly,” sniffing my disheveled hair. Probably smells like mice - haven’t washed it in so long. “Remind me of your mother.”
“Why did you marry, mom. You’re so much younger. You could have any woman you want - me for example,” winking into his eyes. He smiles and chuckles, patting my arm.
“Because she’s a fine lady and a very sexy woman. Fine women turn me on. You could be one, Holly, if you get your act together,” scrutinizing my body. “Yes, I see it, under that rough, unpolished exterior hides something that men would give vast fortunes for.”
I feel myself blush, which is very rare. He’s looking deep into my eyes. That hypnotic charm is cranked up to eleven. Slightly hidden by his five o’clock stubble, there’s a jagged scar running along his rock-solid jaw line, giving him an air of danger and adventure. His musky after-shave takes me someplace forbidden but desirable. My heart flutters. He has me in his power. His full lips are only an inch away. I want to kiss him so badly, but do I dare?
Got Jacked
“Have you been ba
d? I mean with this friend of yours”
“I don’t know,” smiling demurely.
“What do you mean by that? Your smile tells me something not good. Have you had sex with him?”
“Are you crazy? Of course not. I’m saving that for the man I love,” resting her head upon my chest.
“I hope you’re not lying,” petting her long straight hair. “You have a long life ahead of you and I’d hate for you to ruin it in one reckless night of passion.”
“Believe me, daddy, I know what I’m doing. I’m saving myself for the right man. Right now, I’m just glad I’m with you tonight. You saved my life”
“I want to talk about what just happed between us back up there by the car. We were in a life or death situation. I thought I had lost you, sweetheart, and I had to do anything I could to try to bring you back. In such extreme moments a man’s passions take over his body and force him to do things that he would not ordinarily do.”
“You mean like when you dry humped me, daddy?”
“Well, yes, to put it bluntly, yes, when I did that. And I apologize for that, it was wrong, I am your father ….”
“Shhh, daddy,” she looked up into my eyes and put her index finger over my lips. “You did what was needed. And, I hope you don’t mind me saying that… that I liked it. I am your little girl and it will always be that way.”
Big Bad Stepbrother
As soon as we got home Jason kicked the door shut with his heel, grabbed my hand, and spun me around into his arms.
“I’ve waited too long for this moment,” his husky breath hot on my already blushing cheeks.
“What are you going to do?” I gasped, my hands finding the steel chords running up along his lower back. With one hand behind my neck and the other clenching my amble rear, he pulled me tighter into his embrace. The heat coming off his hulking chest was hot as a furnace. I felt his stiff cock press into my plump tummy.
I’m going to bring out the woman in you, sis,” pressing his lips onto mine, slipping his wet hot whiskey flavored tongue into my mouth. My body melted into his strong arms. His mouth opened wide as did mine, our faces twisting crosswise for deeper oral penetration. I wanted to sink my tongue deep inside him and he wanted to do the same with me. We shared the same breath, inhaling and exhaling in and out of each other as our tongues explored and caressed each other’s mouths.
His hands found my zipper and opened the back of my dress all the way down to my ass and then peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor. I unbuttoned his shirt and he tossed it into a corner.
“Are you sure you want to do this, sis,” our lips momentarily breaking their seal of lust.
Stepbrother Lover
“What did you do?”
“Took all my savings and put it on a horse. I lost,” He leans his rifle against the wall, takes off his coat, hangs it in the closet, pulls out his handgun and sets it on the dresser along with his cell phone. I’m standing at the window, in front of the mattress. He comes over, takes me in his arms and starts kissing my neck. He’s gentle but a little out of practice.
“How much money is downstairs?” Distract him. Don’t let him go too fast.
“So far, seventeen thousand.” He opens my torn blouse and his left hand moves inside,finds my breast and caresses it.
“What are you going to do with it?” My body starts to relax and warm to his tender touch. I hold his lower back. He is strong, his back muscles feeling like steel cables.
“I’ll take my share and move out of this dump, out of state. Maybe to Puerto Rico. I here life is easy down there. You can live on practically nothing. Want to come with me?” He lowers me onto the mattress. It smells of beer stains. His mouth moves to mine and we kiss long and hard. His hand moves to my thigh and caresses it. He’s taking this too far. Talk to him.
“You have a lot of unspent passion,” breaking the kiss. “How long since you’ve had a girlfriend?”
“Too long. Enough questions. From the moment I saw you in the bank I’ve wanted you. Come with me.” He moves back to my lips and intertwines his legs with mine. His hand unfastens my belt and moves to open my fly.
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