"Here's Jan, Dad. Thought you might want to meet her and see that's coming to visit," as her friend stood there naked and beautiful before me. Then I remembered that she must be seeing me the same way.
"Hi, Hank. My, Jenn was right, you look like my kind of daddy. I can't wait to have that right in here," she said as she patted her pussy. Well, we chatted a while longer as we all got off for each other and now I knew what to expect. I was in for the time of my life.
We met online almost every night before they were due to come home for a week and I couldn't wait to get these two in the flesh. And such beautiful flesh they had. I was hard constantly.
Then, finally, finally, the Friday rolled around and I was working halfheartedly in my office when I heard a commotion and then Jenn yelling that they were home.
They came running into my office as I stood up, Jenn almost knocking me down with her hugs and kisses. Then, she pulled away and introduced me to her friend.
"Dad, this is Jan, she's seen you on the webcam, here he is in person," she said and stepped out of the way for Jan and I to kiss and hug as I felt a hand softly squeezing my cock.
"Mmm, sorry, that's the way I greet my own daddy, hope you don't mind," she laughed.
"Not at all, after all, we've gotten acquainted over the internet quite nicely."
"Well, I plan for us to get to know each other lots better, come help me put my things away. Then Jenn and I'll change into what we plan on wearing for the rest of our time here," she said saucily as I helped her and Jenn upstairs with their bags. "We didn't bring a lot of clothes, I hope that's all right, Daddy," my sexy daughter and lover said as I put her bag in my room and took Jan's down the hall to help settle her into Jenn's room.
I turned to leave and she stopped me with, "Oh, don't leave, I'm just going to change, you can stay and watch," as she pulled off her shirt, unhooked her bra and took it off, then pulled off her shorts to stand there beautifully bare for me.
"I often don't wear panties, that's kind of naughty, huh?" she asked me right as Jenn came in her room also naked.
"Well, Daddy, look what you have for a week," she told me as she stood next to her friend with their arms around each other's waist.
These two nineteen-year olds were each beautiful and, together, simply stunning, a perfect picture of sex.
"Come on, Daddy, I promised Jan that she could fuck my daddy first while you eat me out," and Jenn pulled the covers back as I hurriedly got out of my clothes as Jan had me lay down while she swung up over me to grip my eager, expectant cock and lower herself onto it driving it fully up inside her.
Jenn got up facing the headboard and straddled over me, lowering her pretty pussy down to my mouth as I raised my tongue to meet her.
Both pussies were wonderful, one I was pleasuring, one was pleasuring me, though there was certainly lots of both. I had one hand up over me feeling my daughter's boobs as my other hand was down exploring her friend who I was quickly getting to know so intimately.
Jan began moving straight up and down on me, so tight, so wet and slippery, it was sensational as I had Jenn's pussy pressed down over my mouth while I wiggled my tongue and sucked on her.
"Mmm, oh, I love your dad's cock, Jennifer, feels so good, makes me miss my own daddy," she panted.
"I'm sure he'd tell you the pleasure's all his but I've got his tongue busy right now," I heard Jenn tell her.
I got my daughter off in record time, I think she was especially horny and I've paid attention to what really gets to her pussy so I know just how to give her oral. I also know how to make it last until she just seems to explode.
Jenn moved off me and lay down next to me as I was being so deliciously fucked by her coed friend. She leaned up on her elbow and began rubbing my chest as she bent over to tongue my mouth so sweetly.
Jan had wonderful control of her vaginal muscles, clamping down tight on me before she rose up each time, then relaxing to let herself slide so deliciously down, then giving me a few short strokes up and down before rising up tightly again. She was wonderful and she was going to be here a full week.
My hands were on her lovely breasts, pink-tipped and erect, as I rubbed and rolled her nipples around laying there being so well fucked.
"Mmm, oh, Jan you are so good, so tight, nice, I'm really close," I groaned as I dropped a hand down to rub her clit as she cycled up and down over me, swallowing me up inside her each time.
"Yeah, good, really good, mmm, I like my new daddy, oh, you must make Jenn so happy, mmm," she moaned as she rose and fell over me.
"Well, I try but, honestly, just like you're doing, I think she keeps me happier than I keep her."
"Oh, that's not true, Daddy," Jenn said as she kissed me again as her friend moved up and down over while she watched us smiling.
"You two are so nice together," Jan said softly, "I can't wait to watch you with each other making love."
"Mmm, I can't either," Jenn said, laughing.
"Your dad really lasts, Jenn, he's holding up pretty good, I love this, I may even cum first," she said as her hips moved up and down over me.
"Well, I'm pretty close, Jan, I don't think many guys could hold out with you on top of them like this," I panted.
When she started moving faster, I knew I was a goner. My orgasm was one of those somewhat sudden kinds that just erupt quickly and freeze your body from top to bottom as your semen gushes in unexpected amounts.
As I groaned in delight, Jan pumped me up and down as she began to whimper, "Oh, eeeh, eeeh, uh, uh, unnh, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, wow, that was so good, how I miss my daddy. But I love my new one," she grinned and bent down to kiss and tongue my mouth a while as she slowly moved over me.
That began a wild week of sex with my daughter and her friend from college. As you can imagine, they kept me busy the whole time. I did have to work some during the week, that, and a good supply of those pills I got from my doctor, allowed me to keep up with these two sexed-up beauties as well as I could. Even my tongue gave out after a while.
Of course, they did go back to school and my life went back to celibacy as Jenn and I webcammed each other and masturbated together until we could be together again.
I had often dreamed of finding a woman who was totally at ease with her body and with sex, a woman who would have the confidence and poise to avail herself of whatever she wanted, whatever her body craved, only to find that I'd raised one right in my own house.
She's still in college, now in her senior year, and, when she's home, we live together as lovers. We still watch her video and have made a few of our own which we also watch quite often. We rarely wear clothes around the house any more so watching the videos is great fun. If Jenn ever wears much of anything, it's usually her Girls Gone Wild spaghetti-strap tee so she can flash me whenever I want. And that's all she wears.
Yes, my girl has gone wild and I couldn't be happier.
The End.
The Festival
"Fionaaa! Please hurry! We'll miss the opening ceremonies!"
Daubing a final coat of rouge on her nipples and labial lips, Fiona ran to the doorway where her sisters were waiting as the shuttle glided to a stop and they scurried on board and found seats. This was her first Festival since reaching the Age of Consent when she could be a participant and not an observer. The shuttle was filled to capacity with women all gossiping and chattering with excitement in anticipation of the forthcoming events.
When the shuttle stopped at the Festival grounds, she and her sisters linked arms and strutted proudly onto the field. Since she was the tallest, Rachel was in the center, hips swaying and firm breasts bobbing, proud and confident in her beauty. To her left, Angela and Rebecca strutted along, caroling the Song of Welcome in loud, clear voices; to her right strode Violet and Fiona, flaunting their charms in unabashed pleasure.
'It feels wonderful being without clothing' Fiona thought. She felt so proud being with her older sisters, knowing they all had inherited their mother's looks an
d body; that she had been Festival Queen for five years running before retiring to raise a family gave the women even more confidence.
They reached the center of the field and joined the other women forming the Circle of Acceptance, the scent of female arousal wafted over the stadium as trumpets heralded the Entry of the Bachelors.
As they marched onto the field, the men began to flex their oiled bodies in anticipation of what was to come. Many were already fully aroused, their manhood bobbing before them as the women watched with growing excitement.
Fiona's sisters had told her repeatedly of the many sensations she would experience in her first Joining, but she could not help but feel a thrill of fear at the sight of the randy males, wondering which one would choose her for their Festival Mate. Following her sisters directions, she had lubricated herself for ease of entry and could not resist teasing her clitoris until she experienced an anticipatory orgasm.
As the men drew near, they began chanting the Homily of Acceptance as they encircled the women who were whispering excitedly among themselves. Fiona shivered as a tall young man of her own age began eying her with interest and she wondered if he would fit inside her. Had she performed enough strengthening exercises? Would it hurt as some of the older girls in her class told her it could?
Then the dancing began and her fears were carried away on the music. The flutes trilled, the lyres strummed and the drums thundered as she and the other women capered and twirled, leaping high and pirouetting before their potential mates who murmured among themselves admiring the women's charms on such wanton display.
A final rumble of drums and a clash of cymbals signaled the end of the dance and the trumpets blared once more. The women's bodies gleamed with sweat and the scent of their arousal enveloped them all like a cloud. Trembling in anticipation, they stood motionless as the men passed among them, caressing their bodies and smiling as they made their initial choices.
Fiona sighed as the young man who had been studying her earlier stopped before her speaking the Words of Greeting. Her voice quavered as she replied with the Hymn of Acceptance and they embraced. They kissed tenderly then sank together onto the soft grass and she opened herself to him.
He entered her gently and it barely stung when he breached her maidenhead and they began their mating in a smooth rocking rhythm. Fiona wrapped her arms and legs around his muscled body as he thrust deeply into her as she gripped him tightly savoring each shock and thrill of pleasure. Grunting and moaning in a frenzy of passion, they became as one, their bodies slapping together as she matched him thrust for thrust. It was more wonderful than she had ever dreamed and she briefly wondered if her sisters were experiencing the same ecstasy she was feeling. His hips churned as he buried himself in her warm depths and she felt as if she was floating on a fleecy cloud. He began to shiver and she knew he was close to cumming. She had already had one orgasm, but she knew she would have another when he came in her. Crying out in their joy, they came together and remained in an embrace, breathing heavily as they recovered from their exertions.
She moaned in delight as he bit her neck, leaving his mark for all to see. She would mate with others, but at the end of the day she was his if she would have him. She answered with a bite of her own on his neck and he hugged her tightly in thanks.
He helped her to her feet as the music began again and they smiled at one another before separating for the second Choosing. The sun was low in the sky when the Festival came to an end and the participants left the field. Fiona was sore and exhausted, but happy when Randall scooped her up in his arms and carried her triumphantly away to his own bower in the forest. Fiona snuggled against his broad chest and thought he had the most magnificent horns she had ever seen on a male.
Hooves crunching on the carpet of fallen leaves, Randall laid Fiona gently onto the grass mat he had woven and they kissed. Her pink skin, full breasts, flared hips and long legs captivated him and he thought she was the most gorgeous Nymph he had ever seen. She gazed at him adoringly and thought his broad chest, muscled arms and hairy flanks made him the most handsome of Satyrs'. Soon he would play his pipes, she would dance for him in the moonlight and they would make love until dawn.
The End.
My Black Nylon Clad Feet Slid
The movie was ok but I wasn't enthralled. I took a sip of my vodka coke and watched your face with a sideways glance. I took another sip, enjoying the tinkle of ice cubes and the bittersweet flavour that filled my mouth. You were looking mighty fine, tucked into the corner of the sofa, your feet up and the blue grey light of the flickering television playing across your face.
I turned sideways on the sofa and slid my black nylon-clad feet towards you. Without even looking you reached down, grabbed my feet and settled them comfortably in your lap. You were still watching the movie. One hand rested on my shin.
Another sip of vodka coke... I watched the screen for a bit, something about a convenient store and a guy with a sandwich board sign... You were far more interesting. I wiggled my left foot farther up your lap until my heel was in a threatening position.
Without looking away from the television you turned sideways on the couch too, your legs stretching out on either side of mine. You scooched down a bit, took me by the ankles and positioned me more comfortably against your crotch. You gave my right foot a squeeze then sat back with one elbow on the back of the sofa, the other on the armrest. I found it incredulous that you were really all that into this movie, but you continued to watch.
I pressed into your crotch with my toes. There you were, not fully erect but I could tell I had your attention even if you were pretending that I didn't. I started to alternate pressure with my toes, kneading you like a kitten. There was a flicker at the corner of your mouth. I could feel your cock growing behind material of your pants. It lay pinned sideways lengthening towards your left hip. I ran the ball of my right foot along the shaft and pushed down when I came to the head. My left foot applied pressures to your balls. You reached down and stroked my ankle.
Still watching the television, you fumbled with your fly, reached into your underwear to pulled out your cock and stroked it a couple times knowing my eyes were upon it. You lifted your shirt, laying your cock straight up your tummy and gave it a little pat before returning your elbow to the back of the couch.
I reached for it with my left foot. I could almost hide the length behind my foot. I pressed then started to slide my foot up and down. The silky nylons slid. It felt really nice under foot. I switched feet. When I got to the top with my right foot I wrapped my toes over the head and squeezed a bit. I felt a wetness seep into the nylon and smiled.
I placed both my feet on either side of your cock and wiggled my toes under it. It was standing straight up between my arches. It looked good, light and rigid in contrast to my dark feet. I settled my heels into your thighs so that I could rock my feet up and down. Sometimes I would alternate, sometimes together. When I rocked my feet down they would mash against your balls.
My feet were slowly, softly stoking you. I could tell the pressure was building within: your hips betrayed your indifferent facade. I took another sip of vodka and set the glass down. The clink of ice was just the distraction I needed to break the spell - I managed to pull my eyes away from my pedal activities to watch your face again.
I tipped my head down to watch your expression. Your eyes had become slits. Your lips were pressed together in concentration. The muscles in your cheeks jumped occasionally. While your mouth remained firm, your laugh lines were deepening. Your nostrils flared. You could feel my stare and turned away from the TV, your face now half in shadow. You smiled, looking like a sexy villain.
You grabbed both my feet, tipping them away from your erection and gave them a crushing squeeze, digging your thumbs into my arches and hitting a nerve. It felt deliriously good. There was an uncontrollable reflex jumping in my knees and I laughed. You raised each foot to your mouth and kissed the balls of my feet in turn. Then threw them to either
side of your legs and reached for my hands.
"Get up here, you sexy bitch, and ride me."
Oh, you - always the charmer.
The End.
Waking Up
Waking up she rolled over and her arm crossed his chest. She kissed his shoulder and repositioned her leg over his. Nestled between his legs she felt 'him' against her thigh a not uncommon feeling for they had always been intimate and close when sleeping together.
Almost involuntarily her hand began stroking his chest feeling the muscles which were emerging as he'd started working recently. The results were already making themselves known, while his tummy still had work to be done his chest, arms and legs were showing signs of the paces they'd been put through and were both a bit larger, and much firmer than only 4 short weeks ago and she was appreciative not only for the new feel, but for his determination to be a better man with her in his life. The strokes became more a squeeze as she enjoyed the new muscle, and then she stroked lower...
His tummy wasn't large, really. In fact she liked her men with some 'meat' on them, preferring them to the lanky Ethiopian marathon runner physique. It was more a source of concern for him than her and she touched it lovingly. A light crop of hair covered his belly and continued on down to his pubic region which he kept trimmed rather than letting it grow into a forest which she'd never preferred, or shaving it completely which similarly was a turn off for her. Playing here for a moment, feeling both his roundness and the beginnings of his pelvic region, her pinky finger touched the tip of 'him'. Smiling to herself she was pleased with this touch and, circling his belly more she made a point of just touching him with each downward stroke.
She loved the feeling of him touching the top part of her hand as she did this. It was somehow more erotic to her than holding him right now though she knew already that this is where her ministrations were headed. For a moment she lingered there, his cock laying on top of her hand as she twirled her fingers around his pubic hair. It was growing harder and she could feel it twitch just a bit as it grew. A man's growth had always been a source of amazement for her. How something sometimes so small and almost insignificant, could grow into something so strong and unyielding, and then, after she had made him reach his point of ecstasy, soften again in her hand, or more often her mouth, was nothing less than a miracle in her mind.
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