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My Name Is Sarah
By Belgarion
Note from the author: Special thanks to my friend, The Purvv, for
pestering me into completing this story, and for lending his
assistance.
My name is Sarah. My father died last month, and after long hours of
reflection, I have finally decided to tell this story. It is only the
beginning of what turned out to be a wonderful time of my life; one in
which I hope to preserve by putting it in writing.
I will begin, as all stories should, at the beginning.
My parents moved to a small city in eastern Canada shortly before my
mother gave birth to me. The childbirth was very difficult for her
and for three months afterward she was very sick, finally giving up
the fight. My father was left alone to take care of me from infancy
forward.
Being a stranger to the area he had no friends or family to take care
of me so most of the first five years of my life I was tended to by
total strangers that dad hired while he worked twelve hours a day at
his business, which allowed for him to accumulate a comfortable sum.
I didn't realize it at the time but he was being driven by the need to
take care of me on a full time basis. Dad was one who believed
strongly that no child should be brought up by strangers, so that by
the time that I turned five, he had made enough and had established
his business in such a way that he was only needed to be there
part-time.
Once I was old enough to go to school and he had slowed down he was
able to spend much of his time with me. At age five, my father was
thirty-five. As far as I could see I was the most important person in
his life.
Early on in my life I didn't really take any notice but the truth was
that I looked almost identical to my mother. Upon reflection I think
that maybe that's why my father and I were so close.
My mother, as far as I can see from pictures, was tall, five feet nine
inches, long sandy hair blue eyes and very beautiful, she could have
had any man she wanted, but she chose my dad... how romantic.
He was a small man, five feet six inches, weighed about one hundred
and fifty pounds with blue eyes and short blond hair that never seemed
to change. How my mother fell in love with him, I'm still not sure,
but at the end I think I know. He did have a certain charm.
Now you can probably imagine what kind of girl I would become. For
the next seven years my father educated me, cherished me, and loved me
with all his heart. When I left for school, I would always have a
nice hot breakfast waiting for me, at lunchtime my father would be
waiting with a good lunch, and finally after school he would always be
waiting for me, ready to help me with my homework and dinner. Nobody
could ask for a better father.
He was always ready to answer all questions and now, thinking back, I
asked him a lot about mother in those early years and I'm sure it was
very painful for him but I never noticed; he always answered me with a
smile. How much I loved him then and love him still, even though he's
now gone.
By the time that I reached the age of twelve, things slowly changed in
our house. By then my father didn't really have to work. He had sold
the house he lived in before my mother died, sold his business, and
had received money from other sources, which I was never privy to. I
guess that by most standards we were quite wealthy by then. He always
knew how to handle money.
Looking back, he had spent all of my early years at home taking care
of me, sacrificing his own life. When I think about it I feel like
crying... He must have loved me very much.
At that time I had started to develop into a young women, which in
turn caused me to ask different kinds of questions of my father. He
tried to answer them as best he could and when he did not know an
answer he would find out and tell me. Some were pretty embarrassing,
like my first period, boys, and those first urges a young women feels
at my age.
Around that time, I guess my father was starting to get nervous, and
who wouldn't, living around a young twelve-year-old girl who was
already five feet five inches tall, had long blond hair, blue eyes,
feminine body, skin like cream, blossoming breast and who was totally
unaware of the effect she had on other men including her father? In
those days I was totally innocent. I always dressed properly when I
went to school or when we had guests at the house.
However around the house I must have been making his life miserable.
He told me later how hard it was becoming for him around me when we
were alone at home during the evenings. I slept in the nude, and I
have for as long as I can remember. So when the time came to put on a
PJ I liked to wear as little as possible. Most of the time at home I
wore a small T-shirt and some underwear. When you are 8 it's not so
bad but when you are twelve and getting curves where you didn't have
any before you get noticed, even if your father is the only one
looking.
It was also at that time that I found out about sex. It was quite by
accident really. I was doing my chores, one of which was to do the
laundry, when I found some of dad's 'naughty' books hidden in a closet
in his room, Playboy magazines and others. They were all quite
graphic, big tits, big penises, all of those things I had never seen
before. It made me very curious.
I snuck one from his room and read a few of the articles. It was here
that I first found out a lot about sexuality. Of course it was all
very crude, but some were quite helpful. That's when I started
masturbating. The most profound and incredible sensation I had ever
experienced.
That first day I devoured that book, pictures and stories. That night
after dinner and after cleaning the dishes, I spent a few hours,
playing cards and watching TV with my father. I really had a
difficult time. I knew I wanted to masturbate just like in the books,
yet I was afraid my father would know it immediately, so I stalled.
After a short while, when I thought it would be safe, I kissed my
father goodnight and went to bed. I took off my little PJ and took
the book that I snuck out of dad's closet and started to read. I
wanted to try what I had read about earlier, not just think of it. I
was a bit scared. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I did try
what was shown. I finally decided to mimic the girl in the book.
Ever so slowly I ran my hand down until I reached my vulva. I was
actually wet from anticipation and although I was not sure why I was I
assumed it was normal.
I found out quite quickly that a wet finger is much more pleasurable
that a dry one. So I slipped my finger inside my outer lips and ever
so slowly inserted my index inside of me. The feeling I got was
interesting but nothing to write home about. After all, by then I had
already inserted a Tampax during my periods.
Following my guide's instruction I slipped my finger outside my hole
and slowly brought it up, until I found my little clit. I'm sure that
my eyes popped out from my head when my finger actually touched it.
It took just a few little touches on my clit to bring me off, I
actually cried out with pleasure, feeling my first orgasm. Without
knowing it, I had kept my finger on my clit and while I was cumming I
was pressing harder and harder, making my orgasm even more intense.
When it finally subsided, it seemed like hours to me, but I'm pretty
sure the entire thing did not last more than a few seconds. I was
full of sweat and my heart was pumping miles a minute.
And, of course, my father was standing in the doorway...
He was there right in front of me with a look of surprise on his face,
looking at me with my finger on my womanhood just finishing my first
orgasm. I just looked at him dumbly, beet red, unmoving. My father
closed the door and left without saying a word.
At that moment I was more afraid of what my father would say about me
reading his books than of his seeing me masturbate. I was sure it was
my cry of pleasure that brought him from his room; maybe he thought I
was in trouble. Not to say that I was not embarrassed to know that my
father caught me butt naked with my hand on my clit, but after all, it
was a natural thing.
Summoning up my courage, I got up from the bed and put on a long
T-shirt and began the trek to 'face the music'. I slowly opened my
door and looked about. I could see the light from under the door to
my father's room and guessed that he had gone back inside. I had to
go and see him, to try to explain.
Walking slowly towards his door, still somewhat afraid, I was just
about to knock when I heard a muffled sound. It was hard to make it
out but he seemed to be out of breath. Instead of knocking I decided
to open the door just a crack. I was definitely not prepared to see
what I saw.
Father was lying down on the bed on his back. His legs were on the
side with his feet on the floor. His robe was on the floor near the
door. His hand was stroking his HUGE penis. He gasped again. As I
watched his cock then started shooting cum in the air.
Nervous and excited, I quickly closed the door. That was a little bit
too much for me. Strangely it seemed the right thing to do. That's
when I decided to take a shower. My vulva was all wet again and I had
sweated all over. It would help me clear my head after what had
happened. For the first time in my life I had felt a strange
excitement from seeing my father. I took a shower and started to
masturbate again, this time taking care not to make too much noise.
It took me a little bit more time, playing with my clit for about
fifteen minutes; imagining my father's eyes on me.
I could not help reenacting my father seeing me and I seeing him,
seeing him cum, seeing cum for the first time. Feeling the hot water
cascading over my body, my nipples were hard as rock, my ass rocking
on my hand. I finally felt the first tingling of pleasure. Going
from my toes through my slender legs up through my clit, and up to my
breasts. All the way to my brain came the feeling, the joy, and the
bliss of the second orgasm of my life.
The next morning, it was Saturday so I slept late. When I finally got
up, I put on my usual PJ's and I went down to the kitchen to get some
breakfast. There was my father in his robe reading the morning paper.
He looked like he also had slept late.
"Hi pumpkin did you sleep well?"
"I slept fine," I said, then added, "Dad, I wanted to apologize for
yesterday..."
I did not even have a chance to finish my sentence and he took over,
"I'm really sorry Sarah I should of knocked first. It was just that
scream, I was afraid you had hurt yourself."
"Dad, you are so sweet. I know you didn't mean to barge into my room.
It's me who should be sorry, I took one of your books without
permission and I should have been quieter," I said blushing from the
neck all the way to the roots of my hair. "And after all, you saw me
naked before."
"You look good in red Sweetheart," he said with a laugh. "I don't
mind about the books, use them anytime you want. I guess it's normal
at your age to be curious. I'll make sure I knock next time before I
come in your room. But in any case, yes I did see you naked before
but you are maturing and I don't think a father should see his
daughter that way."
That's when he started blushing. At first I didn't understand why he
was blushing. That was the first time in my life that I realized that
I had an effect on my dad. I finally understood why he was
masturbating the night before. I would never have suspected that I
could have had that kind of effect on him. I carefully looked at my
dad's crotch area and his robe was bent like a little tent, he was
hard. I pretended I did not notice. I did not want to embarrass him.
Yet that thought made my little pussy wet. I kissed my father on the
lips, and gave him a big hug. I could feel his erection on my
stomach. He tried to push me away but I would have none of it. I
just squeezed him more. From then on it became the norm. Whenever I
kissed my father before going to school or when going to bed, I would
kiss him tenderly on the lips.
Since then my father and I shared a kind of intimacy that probably was
not right for father and daughter but was nonetheless the practice in
our household. I could no longer deny my father anything anymore than
he could say no to me. But strangely enough, he never made any moves;
he always acted like a perfect gentleman. I still wore almost nothing
as a PJ, even though I had matured to the point where my father got a
hard-on anytime he saw me wearing it.
Although he didn't know it I really enjoyed the effect I had on him.
I made sure I had pretty dresses and bathing suits so that he could
look at me. I actually wanted him to see me that way. I liked the
attention.
It was at the age of fifteen that every thing came into focus. A new
family had moved next door to us. That's when I met Julie, who was to
become my new best friend. Like me, she was also quite tall for a
fifteen-year-old, had long black hair all the way to her waist,
matching black eyes and a very gorgeous body.
Even my dad noticed her, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I was also maturing. I was now taller than my father, had
shoulder-length blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. I also had a nice
pair of tits and long slender legs. I have to say I was very pretty.
I don't have to tell you that when Julie and I went to school we more
than had our share of attention.
Since becoming best friends and being in the same class, she and I
sort of shared everything we had and hung out together. After school
we either went to her house or mine for homework and dinner.
On this one particular day we left school and ended up at my house.
As usual we came in and my father was waiting for us with a little
snack of milk and cookies.
"Hi dad! Thanks for the snack this is great."
"Hello, Mr. Ducas. Thank you. I was getting hungry," Julie said with
a smile for my dad.
But something struck me this time, she was looking at my dad in a
peculiar way, even I did not miss it. Her lips were parted and her
tongue was just visible, and she was looking at him directly in the
eyes.
My father just licked his lips; his mouth seemed dry, staying silent,
this all happened in a fraction of a second. He looked her up and
down before saying anything. She and I were both wearing short skirts
since it was spring, and some days, like this, were hotter than
others.
Julie was wearing a black skirt that came up to her mid-thighs and
showed a lot of her beautiful legs. She was also wearing a white
T-shirt, which did not hide her matching bra underneath. I had on a
red miniskirt, with a red blouse tied in a knot over my belly button;
it was the fashion then. You could see part of my red bra and lots of
skin.
After what seemed to be minutes, but was only a few second dad said,
"My pleasure ladies." He kept his eyes on her the entire time. "What
would you like to have for dinner? How about tacos?"
We both agreed. Who doesn't like tacos?
But father was not finished, "Will you be staying the night Julie?
Since it's Friday, maybe Sarah would like you to stay, right pumpkin?"
I was surprised. Dad never ever asked that of Julie before. It's
true she did sleep over once in a while but he never did the inviting
before. I always asked him if it would be all right.
"I would love too," Julie said, quite happy with herself. "C'mon
Sarah we have to do this homework before it gets too late."
I was still a little bit startled but I ran after her going into my
room. Julie closed the door after me and had a big smile on her face.
"Did you see your father?" she said with a smile, almost smug.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, a little bit troubled. I now
knew what she tried to do.
"He was rock hard when we left," she said laughing.
"Julie! He's my father!" I said quite firmly. She was talking about
my dad in a sexual way that made me feel queasy.
"Don't get angry Sarah, I was just having fun. Have you ever seen him
getting hard around you?"
Her eyes were fixed on me, and I couldn't lie to her. "Yes." I said,
which was barely more than a whisper.
"Tell me about it...please?"
How could I say no when she made those pleading eyes?
"Well most times it's when I wear my PJs, which always makes him
hard..."
"Sarah!" she said, sounding shocked, "You do it on purpose, don't
you?"
I was now red as a beet!
"You naughty girl you. Well it's not surprising with what you wear,
almost nothing, most guys at school would kill to see you that way."
Suddenly, she stood and exclaimed, "I have an idea, I'll be right
back."
Then she hurried to the door and left. She just ran off, I went to
the window to see where she was going. I watched as she sprinted to
her house. Fifteen minutes later she reappeared, but this time she
carried an overnight bag.
When she came back into my room, she dropped her bag on the bed.
"What is it?" I said. "You already have a nightgown here." I was
quite puzzled.
"It's a surprise. C'mon let's do our homework first," she said,
giggling.
I tried asking her more questions but she would just smile. So we
finally did the homework. It only took us about two hours. Dad
called us to dinner, and we both went down.
Julie sat directly next to my father and I was on the other side. We
started eating and Julie made a few jokes while talking with my
father. I was just watching the game unfold. Julie was actually
seducing my father with big smiles while making pretty eyes at him.
My father was taking it all in. I was fascinated. I never saw father
with any women, I guess he really enjoyed her attention.
Dinner finally ended around seven, Julie and I excused ourselves. We
told dad we were going to take showers and put on our PJ's before the
movie at eight started. We always watched the eight o'clock movie on
Fridays when we were home.
We both went up and Julie told me to go first. I went in the bathroom
and took my shower. When I came out Julie was waiting naked to take
hers. I was a little bit surprised because we never got undressed
together unless it was at school after gym. I didn't make a fuss but
Julie had a big grin and that gave me goose bumps. She had a fabulous
body. Even I stared. Her body was tanned to a light brown. Her tits
were quite big, at least C cup. Her black hair was all rolled up in a
bun under the shower cap. She was very attractive. I think I now
understood why my father was so attracted to her.
"I left something for you on your bed to wear tonight. Go try it out
while I'm in the shower," she said with a small giggle.
She then jumped right in the shower closing the curtain. I wrapped a
towel around myself and went back to my room. I was curious. I
wanted to see what my best friend had left for me. Boy was I
surprised. Right there on my bed was the most beautiful nightgown I
had ever seen. All made of blue satin. I put it on and it fit like a
glove. It was very short, barely covering my little pussy. Most of
my legs showed. My back was almost uncovered. The front part molded
itself to my tummy and my pair of tits, leaving lots of skin showing.
If I bent down in front of my mirror I could clearly see my breasts.
It was like nothing I had ever worn before. It felt great, very sexy.
I was sure my dad would love to see me in this. But I was afraid that
it might be too much.
Julie finally came out of the shower and came into my room, also
wearing a towel.
"Hmm Sarah you look great, it fits you perfectly. You look very
nice."
"Where did you get it?" I whispered, excitedly.
"I have a few at home, my father buys them for me once in a while,"
she said with a mysterious smile.
"What are you going to wear?" I asked.
"Something nice," she said removing her towel.
She was there in front of me completely naked. I immediately started
to feel wetness between my legs. I was actually getting hot for a
girl. I always knew I liked boys. But this feeling was different. I
never thought I could feel this way for a girl, but I couldn't help
myself, she was that pretty. I stepped closer to her. She just
looked at me right in the eyes.
"You want to touch me?" she said.
I couldn't talk, I just let my hand touch her stomach, and slowly my
left hand gently squeezed her right breast, her nipples were very
hard, about a half-inch, sticking out. Her breast was too big for my
small hand, which could only hold part of it.
I looked hard into Julie's eyes and then slowly lowered my head toward
her chest. I gently started sucking on her nipple, it felt right
somehow. She moaned, and then gently pushed me away. She smiled,
kissed me on the lips and then said, "Maybe later Sarah. Right now
your father is waiting for us downstairs."
I was a little bit taken aback. What was I doing, kissing another
girl's nipples...? My god!
When I finally came out of my reverie Julie was already dressed. She
also wore a black satin nightgown, very short like mine only hers was
transparent all the way from the waist up, except for her breast,
which was darker so you could only imagine what was under. She wore
it well. I was sure that any man who saw her like that would get an
instant hard-on. I was getting very wet just thinking I had touched
her.
"We can't go downstairs dressed like this. My dad will go crazy for
sure."
"Stop worrying. I'll bet you anything he won't say a word. C'mon."
With that she opened the door and walked out towards the living room.
I had no choice but to follow. However, I was very excited. My heart
was racing. Hoping that my dad would love to see me this way. All
these years, I had noticed my father secretly looking at me as a
woman, not a girl, and it always made me feel special. I wanted to
thank him and this was the best way I could have ever imagined.
When Julie and I entered the living room, we had a devastating effect
on him. I'd never seen him this way. His mouth was completely
opened, his eyes were wide and almost immediately he had a very big
erection and it showed very clearly in his pajamas.
Julie walked slowly into the room smiled at my father and said, "Hello
Mr. Ducas. You don't mind if Sarah and I just lie down here in front
of the TV do you?"
He just sat there staring at her. She sat down and looked at me
indicating I should do the same. So there we were lying on our
stomachs watching TV. Both of our gowns were short, and on our
stomachs like this I could feel the air on my ass. We both only wore
G-strings. We could see father's reflection in the TV, and his eyes
were on our asses. Julie wiggled hers gently...provocatively. I was
so wet that I was sure my dad could see my juices dripping from my
G-string.
After about 30 minutes of this (I'm sure my father was about to die)
Julie asked me if I could get her something to drink. She turned
around on her back, her arms supporting her, and asked my father with
her most sensual voice, "Would you like anything Mr. Ducas? Anything
at all?"
"A beer please. Definitely need a beer," he said hoarsely.
He was very, very red in the face and his eyes were riveted on Julie's
body. I never imagined anyone could have that kind of effect on my
father. I was actually wet from everything that was happening. I got
up and left to get our drinks.
As soon as I walked back in the room, I stiffened. I wasn't prepared
at all to see what I saw; yet I suppose that I should have been.
There was my father, eyes tightly closed, moaning slightly. At his
feet was my girl friend Julie, her head bobbing with my father's huge
cock in her mouth. I just stood there in the doorway mesmerized by
the view. My beloved father, the man I admired the most, was in a
state of pure pleasure... and I wasn't the one giving it to him!
That very thought shook me to the roots of my very existence. I had
finally admitted that I was attracted sexually to my father.
Julie was continuing to let her tongue explore the eight inches of my
father. The head of his big cock appeared and disappeared over and
over again inside of her small pouting mouth. My father had his hands
in her hair, working her head up and down. He slid his hand slowly
down to her breasts slowly grabbing them. Julie moaned although she
had her mouth full. He pulled at her gown removing it. When Julie
let go of my dad's cock, to let her PJ fall off of her body, it made a
small pop. She was now only in her G-string. Her nipples were very
hard and daddy was pinching them.
Then he finally saw me in the doorway. His face looked stricken and
he whispered, "I'm sorry my little one..."
My heart almost broke; I ran to him and kissed him. I was hot...so
damn hot! I wanted to make him happy just like Julie was doing.
Julie pulled me away from my dad, she was holding his dick in one
hand, I swear that thing was huge.
"Come over here Sarah. I'm sure your dad would love for you to suck
his nice cock." Her voice was very sensual.
I went on the floor beside her and took my father's cock in my hand
and with that my dad started to cum. He was grunting and as stiff as
a bar. Julie took my hand and made me pump his meat. His sperm was
spilling on both of our faces. Julie's tits were full of it, and my
gown was ruined for sure.
"Sarah, remove your gown. Actually get naked." There was no
mistaking the authority in her voice. She was now holding the flaccid
if still full of cum cock. I took my clothes off.
"Now come and clean your father's cock. Suck it clean."
I wasn't too sure, but she didn't give me any choice. I slowly licked
some of the goo. It wasn't very good but when I heard my father's
intake of breath I knew he liked it. I took it all in my mouth and
sucked it all clean. All of the cum was now in my mouth. I continued
to suck him gently and before long I made him hard again. I grabbed
his balls and almost choked when I tried to take all of him inside of
mouth.
"Take it easy, he's not going anywhere," Julie said with a small
laugh.
Julie laughed as she removed her G-string. She looked at my dad and
smiled. "I knew you'd like this Mr. Ducas. Tell me, is Sarah any
good with her mouth?" She was now whispering in his ear. Her tit was
on his shoulder. His hand was in between her legs, his fingers buried
deep inside her pussy.
"Oh god she's good, but this is so wrong."
"How can something this good be so bad?" Julie answered.
"We should stop."
"Sarah would you like to stop?"
"Hell no..." I answered between two slurps. Already lost in my own
lust.
I couldn't get enough of him. His cock was great. My tongue went
from his balls all the way to the little hole on top, hoping that the
next time it was all the way down in my throat, he would shoot his
seed. I was oblivious to anything around me. The only thing I could
think of was to please my father. In and out of my mouth, while I was
moaning, hoping for some sperm.
Julie was kissing him fervently going up and down on his hand. She
was moaning in his mouth like crazy. I stopped sucking him as I
finally noticed she was coming on his hand. My father's eyes were
glazed.
Once finished she whispered, "Mr. Ducas did you know your daughter is
a virgin? I would love to see you fuck her. Make her cum."
Before my eyes his inflamed prick twitched excitedly at her words.
"God forgive me but I would love to," my father said looking at me
with hungry eyes. I swear that there was a pleading in them.
"Get down on all four Sarah, show your little clit to your father."
I was in a trance right then. Wet like you wouldn't believe. I was
actually going to be fucked by my father. My heart was beating wildly
from the excitement. I did as I was told, shifting my body around. I
got down in a doggy style position, with my ass high in the air.
"Go ahead Mr. Ducas, take her, make your daughter cum," she whispered,
her own excitement evident in her voice.
Hurriedly, my father moved. He positioned himself right behind me. I
could feel the heat of his body against my buttocks and my legs and
body was trembling. He moved the tip of his cock right onto my clit,
and I almost came right then. I was scared, not knowing what to
expect, but at the same time I desperately wanted to do this wild
thing.
As I waited, trembling, Julie came to my side and kissed me deeply. I
wasn't expecting that. At the same time I felt my father's cock
penetrating me and the feeling was like nothing that I could have ever
imagined. God that stretched me like hell. I heard him moan deeply.
Julie continued to kiss me with a passion, her tongue darting wildly
in my mouth. That must have turned my father on even more so than he
was because he pushed forward almost without a conscience. Halfway in
I felt him reach my hymen.
"Do you really want this baby?" he said in a strained voice.
I barely was able to scream, "Yes...yes daddy..." in between two
kisses from Julie.
Then I felt it tear. For a few seconds I felt searing pain over my
entire body. But Julie pinched one of my tits and started to suck on
my nipple. Then I felt his flesh as it moved all the way in. The
pain that I expected to last quickly disappeared and my body seemed to
respond with eagerness to the things happening to it from Julie and my
father.
I tore my mouth away from hers and called back to him, "Oh God! I
love you so much daddy! Make me cum!"
Julie moved her mouth back to my sensitive nipples.
All of my father's eight inches were inside of me. Nothing else would
have been able to slide in. I was completely full. My father was
moaning, he was right on the verge of coming. Then he started to
slide his big penis in and out of my stretched pussy. The pleasures
that I felt were incredible. Pleasure and pain mixed together. I've
never felt anything as good since. Julie stopped sucking on my nipple
and looked me in the eyes and smiled.
"You like it, you little slut, you like having your father inside of
you."
I couldn't speak. I just nodded to her frantically at the pleasures
exploding within me. I never believed it could be this good. It was
like I died and went to heaven.
Julie just smiled and continued to suck on my nipple.
My father was pushing in and out of me with great force and speed and
I knew it was happening. My spasms were overtaking my own insides. A
flash of reality ran through my brain and I knew the dangers that were
there but I didn't care. I wanted him to come in me. I wanted us to
be fulfilled together.
Finally, I heard my father cry out in an orgasmic joy, as he began
filling me with the seed that he used to make me. I was being filled
with my father's sperm. He was pumping hard, in and out, almost
violently. I could feel his balls slapping on my little clit.
Knowing I had made him cum, and the hits he was giving my clit made me
cum like never before. Both of us were crying out in pleasure,
cumming like never before. Father and daughter connected together. I
could feel some of his juice spilling out of my pussy, there was so
much.
Sporadic shudders ran through his body as the final spurts of cum
pushed out of his dwindling prick. Then he stopped.
After a little while he finally removed his cock from my little pussy,
and when he did so a lot of cum squished out, falling on his cock and
on the floor.
Julie crawled to my father and took his entire penis in her mouth
licking all of our juices that were on it, like it was a delicacy. My
father moaned but was completely spent. Once cleaned, Julie turned
around and told me to lie down on my back, which I did.
My father had a good view of Julie. He could see her licking my clit
sucking the cum out of my pussy. Cum mingled with my blood. She
liked it all, lapping at my pussy lips and clit at the same time.
Within minutes I was cumming again. My father's cock was rock hard.
Feeling Julie's mouth on me was incredible. She knew exactly what to
do. It was wonderful.
She did not seem like she'd had enough. She climbed on me, our tits
squishing together. She kissed me, her tongue finding her way inside
of my mouth. I tasted my father's and my own juices.
I can only imagine that the view my father had of us must have been
very erotic. He kept silent and just looked at us. I told Julie and
she just winked at me and slowly went to him. She took all of his 8
inches in her mouth in one shot. She swallowed the big tool a few
times, making sure it was full of saliva. Then she climbed on him and
gently inserted his cock in her pussy.
I could see it disappearing inside of her. Her ass cheeks were spread
out I could see her asshole clearly. She rested her arms around his
neck; her tits were in his face since they were both sitting. Father
was playing with her tits while she was going up and down on him. She
really wanted him to cum, the more she went the faster she was riding
him. Up and down both bodies were full of perspiration, and then she
came, crying out with pleasure. Her nails were making big scratches
on my father's shoulders. With that he came again. Moaning, out of
breath, coming for the third time that evening. Then both collapsed
in each other's arms.
"No more please, no more, my ladies," he said in a tired voice.
Julie gave him a small kiss on the lips and said, "You were perfect
Mr. Ducas, thank you."
She got up, picked up her nightgown and went up in my room without
another word.
My father's eyes turned to me, looking at my body.
"You are a very pretty lady, Sarah. I hope you are not mad at me."
"I love you father. I've always loved you. You made me the happiest
girl alive today."
I kissed him tenderly, then picked up my ruined gown and went up to
join Julie.
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