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Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 13:57:36 +0000
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A Friend in Need by Jool NOTE FROM JOOL: For years she thought seriously about
becoming a nun. Seriously. I know how strange it sounds. And she said she
wouldn't do it for any real religious reason, but mainly just to help her escape
the whole sex thing with guys. I wondered if God would let her in with that kind
of devotion. She wasn't really afraid of sex, but I think in the long run it
just seemed like too much hassle to try to learn. The whole high heels - make up
- garter belts - seduction thing. Even giving head to a guy made her cringe. She
told me she couldn't understand why she had to dress up for a guy just to feel
pleasure or be in a relationship. She wasn't a virgin at nineteen, but she was
very single and very celibate. Cath moved into a small apartment on her own with
her cat. It was looking as if she would be one of those crazy cat ladies, old
spinster woman, a born-again Virgin at 96 years of age. It didn't bother her
either. She just couldn't be bothered putting any effort into trying to land a
guy. And Cath was by no means ugly. I had been her best friend for nearly
thirteen years. We went to high school together, and had gone through pretty
much every up and down possible in a friendship. I felt so sorry for her. It was
as if nobody had taught her anything. I didn't want my friend ending up a lonely
old spinster cat woman. Cath was slightly shorter than me, and I'm pretty tall
nearly six foot. She had small boobs but a good body and very pretty eyes. I saw
guys looking at her, but she seemed instantly turned off by them, no matter how
good looking. I think Brad Pitt could have tried it on with her, and she still
would have been unimpressed. Her only interest in men were older men. As this
was something I was into, I could recognize it easily. She'd turn her gorgeous
blue eyes at any middle-aged man in a business suit who looked as if he was
about to pass over the 50 year mark. She'd double-take at a much older man and
leer at him. She even had a thing for my dad. (That's not hard though!) The
older I got the more brave I became, thinking about telling her about my
relationship with my Dad, as socially unacceptable it was. She had a distant
relationship with her father, and I was wondering perhaps if nobody else could
bring her out of her shell, maybe her own Dad could. Or maybe... maybe even my
own Dad... My Dad had just turned fifty five. He was quite tall, nearly six
three, and a big, big man. His shoulders were very wide, and he was one of the
strongest, fierce men I'd ever known. He was a bit overweight, but that only
added to part of his charm. This massive man who carried his weight with such
power and confidence, he was nearly irresistible. He'd always had a beard which
was always well-trimmed and rough. When he kissed, it was a mixture of soft wet
kisses and scratchy, prickly texture. I loved him, I loved feeling his hands on
me. It was an addiction. Dad loved wrapping his mouth around me, any and every
inch of me, and sucking, probing with his tongue, making love to me until we
were both drenched and satisfied. I loved wrapping my mouth around him, too.
From behind, from below, from above. Anything he wanted I gave him. Cath
sometimes asked me why she didn't see me with guys. I fobbed her off with
excuses about being in love with someone already. I figured it was time to tell
her who it was. I arranged to bring some videos over to her apartment one night,
along with a huge feast of popcorn, chips and candy. It was going to be a night
of delicious slothing at it's very best. "Cath. You know how you never see me
with any younger guys?" I carried in a mug of iced chocolate for her and sat
down on her legs on the couch and laughed playfully. "Yah you and your damn
mystery man!" "You want to know who it is?" I grinned. "Sure!" "Well. Don't
freak out okay?" "Is it someone I know?" "It's my Dad." She stared at me in
disbelief. Her eyes bulged out wide and grew cold and unemotional. "What?" I
stared back, and smiled. "My dad and I are in love with each other. I've been
having sex with him for years. He fucks like the devil." Cath grimaced and moved
away from me on the couch. "What are you saying!" "Seriously. There's nothing
wrong with it. I'm an adult now, and I love it. I love it, Cath. My Dad has the
most amazing, incredible cock. He knows how to use it too." "Oh God, Jools, what
the fuck are you talking about!?" I shrugged and looked back at the television.
I knew that if she had some time to let it sink in, she'd calm down. A few
minutes passed and she kept staring at me as if I was a leper. "You... and your
dad...?" I nodded, stuffing my face full of popcorn. "...How?" "How did it
start? I was a bit younger, after my parents got divorced, and I went to stay
with him for a couple of months, and it just happened. I was in the bath and he
walked in, and I seduced him. I gave him head, and swallowed his cum and it was
the best sex of my life. He came into my bedroom and made love to me." She
swallowed hard on her shock and uncertainty. I could see she was blushing. She'd
never heard me talk like that before, not aloud. She'd read some of my erotic
stories, and they made her blush too, but this was... scary to her. I could
sense that. "Oh God." "Yeh. You should try it." I said distractedly, "My Dad
knows how to make a girl cum." And that was that. We continued having a great
night watching television and some movies. Nothing more was said, we simply
changed the subject and moved on.
* * * CATH'S STORY Jools was always pretty much of a rebel. I'd known her for
years and years, and while she never had normal type boyfriends and stuff, I
knew there was something going on which was not right. I saw her hugging with
her Dad and kissing his lips sometimes, and they lingered just a little bit
too long but I just figured they were, I don't know, you know, good friends,
or like really close. When she came right out and told me she was having an
intimate sexual relationship with her Daddy, I couldn't believe it, and yet, I
could. It all fit into place. Her Daddy was incredibly big and really strong
and even I had like a crush on him. I knew he could ... make a girl cum, I
knew he could. It oozed out of him, he just had a confidence. He'd look at me,
look at my ass, leer at my tits, and somehow it seemed right for him to do
that. He always smelled great too. He was pretty much the only man I didn't
mind having look at me like that, because it felt like he knew what he was
doing. And THEN!! I couldn't believe it!! That little bitch, I couldn't
believe what she did! I was home playing on the computer one night, and
someone knocks on the door, and when I went to open it, it was her Daddy! Oh
God, I blushed like someone had set me on fire. "Oh Hi, Mr.Leopold." I
babbled, my throat tightening. "Hi Cathy baby, can I come in? Joolie said she
wanted me to pick her up from here." "Jools isn't here." He looked genuinely
perplexed. I knew immediately that she had set this up. "Listen, do you want
to, umm...come in?" "Okay sure, I'll give her a ring if I can. Find out what
she's up to." Jool's Daddy walked in past me and my head started spinning.
"Uhh, I think I know what she's up to." I said, "Can you just wait here a
second?" I asked. I ran into the bathroom and shut the door. Ever since my
friend had told me about her and her Daddy, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I have to admit to masturbating a heck of a lot, trying to calm down the
raging desire inside of me to have this man try to make me cum. Truth was, for
a while, I thought I was asexual, not interested in sex at all. But in the
three weeks after Jool's confession, I'd cum more times alone in bed, than I
had all my life. I was out of control, thinking about what it would be like. I
looked in the mirror and brushed my hair quickly. My face was flushed and I
could see that I was nervous. Jool's Daddy was well over thirty four years
older than me. I thought about what his body would look like, the hang in his
cock, the sag in his balls. What would his cum smell like, what would he sound
like when he orgasmed? I admit to thinking all of these awful things. I wanted
to slap myself for thinking such things but it wouldn't stop the thoughts.
Instead, I knew I had to let myself experience some kind of pleasure. I
wondered if he would be willing. I slipped my shirt down over my shoulders
lower and unbuttoned it down to let my bra peek out from under the material. I
hitched my skirt up a bit higher and slipped my panties off, leaving them on
the bathroom floor, and walked out again. He glanced up. He did a double-take
and stared at me leeringly. "Uhh, I think Jools said she might be here later,
in about an hour half maybe." I slid up against one of the arm chairs, and
draped myself over it. I couldn't believe how much my body was on fire. "Ah, I
see. Okay then, well I should let you go." "Oh, do you have to? Would you like
a drink?" "No, thanks Cath." He smiled. "Are you sure?" "Yah, positive." "Oh."
I let my disappointment sound heavier in the air so that he would know. Men
could be dopes at times, I knew that much. Sometimes you just had to come
right out and say it aloud! He glanced at me. I think he suspected something.
"Jool told me about you and her." I burst out. He didn't look shocked. He
stood up straighter, ready to defend himself. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah. She told me
you and her... did it." He laughed, " 'Did it'?" "You know..." "Yes, I know."
"Is it true?" "Yes, it's true." He didn't sound apologetic. Why should he? "I
was just wondering...how it happened." I asked, shyly. He looked into my eyes
again, and the spark of realisation hit him. "Ohhh...You were wondering how it
happened that I ended up fucking my own daughter?" I blushed again. "Yes."
"You want the details, Cathy?" He walked over to me, closer. I felt his
presence before I felt the heat of his hand on my arm. I nodded. "Mmmm, well,
then, you should sit down. I wouldn't want you ... a heap of wet pussy on the
floor." I nearly gasped at his words. He was so damn open and crude about it,
and yet, he was right. My pussy was throbbing and tingling already, just
thinking about it. He pushed me down gently into the chair and stood over me
for a moment before he began. "Joolies was visiting me for a while. She's a
very erm...persuasive girl and she knew I had feelings for her, she knew that,
when she came to visit. I used to dream about her, early on. It was all
subconscious desires at first. Something you don't want to find yourself
having to admit consciously. I used to think about going into her bedroom and
just watching her, then I used to wonder, what if...?" Jool's Dad reached out
and began to stroke my hair lightly. My heart was pounding madly, and I could
hardly breathe. He went on, in a deep, throbbing voice. "What if I just
touched her ... here? Or ... here ... what if ... what if I just stroked my
finger along her beautiful neck? Or her thigh? A daddy could do that, couldn't
he? It wouldn't be wrong, just loving his own daughter the way she deserves to
be loved..." I looked up at him and saw that his heavy bulk was breathing
heavier. I parted my knees lightly and turned on the chair to face him
completely. He still stood over me, his hot shadow cast over me as I sat
underneath him. "Of course I never did. The family broke up badly and I didn't
see her for years. Then she came to visit and she was a woman. Fully and in
ways I couldn't even imagine. Her breasts were large and womanly, her hips
swayed in a very sexy manner. I found myself absolutely and positively in love
with her as a woman, as a girl, but still, more importantly, as a daughter."
With that, he stroked his hand down my face, along my cheek. Just a gentle
touch sliding over my jaw and tickling my ear. I wanted to close my eyes. I
was face to face with his crotch area. I could see his hard on through his
trousers. For the first time in my life, I wanted to see his cock. Not just
see it, but feel it too, and run my fingers over it. I even wanted to kiss it,
take it in my mouth and slurp it around hungrily. "Your Dad must die inside
every time he sees you, Cathy baby. Your Daddy must feel his cock so hard and
his entire body filled with pleasure when you smile at him. I bet he does..."
He stroked my lips. I opened my mouth and licked his finger. His hand tasted
salty and hot. "I know I do." I was in his power, utterly and completely now.
I was his woman, his everything. I had never wanted anyone else in the world
as much as I wanted him. I licked his finger wetter and slid my tongue around
his fingertip. "Jool woke up in the middle of the night and came down to me in
the den in her night wear. I made her a drink and stood in front of her. I
touched her hand with my cock. It was straining through and I knew she could
see it and feel it. My head was full of images of her, I could see her, my
daughter, leaning in and freeing my aching, red, bulbous cock. Freeing it and
taking it in her inexperienced hands and feeling it, shaping it, moulding it
lightly, then rubbing it, then suckling on it like I was her nourishment." His
hand came down to his own groin, and he was ever so slightly stroking himself.
I watched his fingers sliding along his upper thigh, near his trouser pockets.
I reached out without thinking and stroked his hand too. I heard his breath
catch as he continued seducing me with his story. "Ohhh you can't imagine the
pleasure of that, the need I had right then. She touched my cock through my
pants, she rubbed it lightly, Cath. My beautiful woman's fingers on my
cockhead, easing the pre-cum out of it without even knowing. She was teasing
me, trying me out, testing me. Then she leaned in without a word, and kissed
my cock through the pants. I nearly launched myself on her then, but stopped
because she had stopped. I backed away and went to have a shower. I left her
there alone, I had to. I had my shower, and fucked my own hand, thinking it
was her there with me. I came hard but I wasn't satisfied. I washed the cum
off of me and went to bed. Minutes later, I heard her start her shower. I
decided we needed to talk, so I went in there." "You didn't go in there to
talk." I said, suddenly. "Of course not." He replied, "I wanted her. I wanted
her more than anything. Like I want you to take my cock right now and touch
it. I want that more than anything..." I took his lead and unzipped his pants,
pulling them down a little and pulling his cock out. My fingers burnt with the
first touch of his old penis it was warm in my fingers and nearly rock hard.
There I was, the girl who loathed men, my body was filled with the same desire
he had. I felt powerful, I felt confident. I leaned in and just began to
suckle on his shaft. I just wrapped my lips around the side, kissing and
kissing it. I felt his hand on my head, unnerved by my sudden sucking attack.
"Ohhhh" he moaned, "God, Cath... Ohh Cath I've wanted your lips around my dick
for so long now...you're like my daughter, you've always been there..." I
moaned too, I whispered things into the flesh and muscle of his groin. Things
I never thought I'd say aloud. "Go on." I said louder, so he would continue
the story. "Ohghh I can't...I can't stand..." I led Jool's Dad over to the
couch and sat him down there. I pulled his pants further down and knelt in
front of him on the floor. There I was, the whore I always craved to be. And
what a cock I was a slave to! I leant in and looked up at him, waiting for him
to continue his story. I licked the tip of his dick lightly. He shuddered and
closed his eyes trying to concentrate. "Go on..." I encouraged. "Jool was in
the shower. I made up some excuse and walked in there. She covered up at
first, but then when realized I was there to stay, she lowered her arms away
from her beautiful, full breasts, and I saw her in all her nakedness. My
daughter was beautiful and curvaceous. I could barely breathe. She got into
the bath, bending over in front of me. It was deliberate, Cath, she wanted me
to see her glistening wet cunt. She wanted me to see she was wet for me. Are
you wet for me?" I moaned for him and swallowed my tongue around his cock. I
was wet, my pussy was nearly dripping from my thirsty juices. I wanted him to
see too. I pulled away and took my shirt off, then slipped out of my skirt. I
showed him my naked body, and he gazed at me as if I was a Goddess. I totally
understood Jool's love for her father. If he made her feel the way he was
making me feel right then, then I understood it. His eyes ate me alive as if I
was the most delicious and beautiful treat. His hands came down to maul my
tits and I loved it. I pushed myself into his grabbing hands, I climbed up
onto his lap so that I could feel his hands between my legs too! I wanted him
to see, to touch, to smell, to taste everything. I heard him inhale my juice
aroma. I heard him moan. I felt his finger lightly tease my cunt hole,
splaying my swollen lips open and then leaning in to lick me. I cried out and
wanted to fuck him. "Let me finish the story while you work on my bulging
balls and dick, Cath..." He said. "Mmmm, you taste like dew. Hot, moist,
exotic smoky strawberry dew." He described my pussy scent and the flavour of
it. I almost came in his hand when he used those words. "She bathed herself in
the bath for a while, and I was like a zombie, out of control completely. I
began washing her knees, spreading them like butter, and she leaned in and
began to rub my cock. I knew I was going to cum in her hand, but she stopped
me. I grew harder and pushed her head back. She opened her mouth to me and let
me in, she let my full length in between her lips, she moved her mouth open
and around me, took my cock into her throat." As he said the words, I did the
actions. I was Jool for the time being, but I would be better. It was a
competition, I wanted him to forget her for a moment at least, and I wanted to
be the only girl he knew or needed. I sucked his cock into my mouth and
gobbled it down like I was a pro. I wanted to feel the tightness in my throat,
I actually wanted to feel him filling my belly up with his white, hot cum. I
wanted it! I wiggled my ass at him and he began to finger my pussy lightly as
he continued describing the scene. "She held her head back to get my cock all
the way in, she did it...like...you're sucking...ohhh Cath... Ohhghghhh God...
My girl ... she let me fuck her delicious little mouth... she wanted my
cum..." Slowly he grew quiet and I knew he was going to cum. He leaned in and
began licking and suckling at the lips of my cunt in louder, slurping motions.
His tongue stroked my clit as I held my behind up in the air for him, my face
deeply embedded in his lap, going down on him so deep he would never be the
same. He began thrusting his hips up into my face as I fucked his cock
lovingly with my mouth and my throat.
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