Lisa's First Taste {John Jabbin} {MFf inc Mdom toys oral anal Bd}
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This one's a little more intense. I've been receiving 
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The Lisa stories so far are: "Lisa's First," "Lisa's 
Bobbin' Head," "Lisa's Family Lessons," "Lisa's 
Mother," and "Lisa's First Toys. The first story was 
posted on 12/22/00, so they should all still be on a 
server near you. Hey! I finally got an ftp site! Go to:
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Lisa's First Taste


My fifteen-year-old daughter had been so good to me 
lately, I gave her the nicest present of all -- the 
gift of her mother, naked and writhing on our bed. 
Joyce was blindfolded and gagged, handcuffed and 
trussed up as delicious as a Christmas goose. She had 
headphones continuously playing the sounds of a 
torrential rainstorm in her ear and dildos stuffed in 
ass and cunt. I was hoping that every time Joyce gets 
caught in the rain from now on, she'll have a 
spontaneous orgasm just from the flashback.

Joyce was a beautiful woman. At thirty-five, she had 
the body of a twenty-six year old. Her large, full 
breasts rode high and proud. Her hips were just wide 
enough to be deliciously fuckable. Her tail was an 
assman's dream and her best asset, a full-rich head of 
flaming red hair, made her the envy of women and the 
masturbatory dream of men.

"Oh my God, Daddy!" Lisa exclaimed excitedly. "How in 
the world did you get her like this?"

Lisa was astonished because until just a few days ago, 
my wife and I were not on the best of terms. At some 
point in our marriage, Joyce had lost respect for me as 
a man and as a husband. To put it mildly, she had been 
a living bitch to live with for a long time. But Lisa 
had given me the solution to that problem.

While we were taking our first shower together, Lisa 
had suggested that Joyce just needed a firm hand. 
Buoyed by the confidence that I could now rely on my 
daughter's tender love and affections, I had taken my 
firm hand and applied it repeatedly to my wife's 
equally firm bottom as I threw her on our bed and 
literally fucked the shit out of her.

The proof that Lisa had been right lay before us. 
Joyce's hips waved in the air, working herself into yet 
another frenzy from the vibrating dildo in her cunt. 
Her ass squeezed the equally large dildo in her ass 
rhythmically. The nipples that topped each proud breast 
had the firmness of concrete and her pubic hair was 
matted with sweat and spunk and cum. Of course, quite a 
bit of that was mine.

"Oh, Daddy," Lisa moaned deliciously. "Can I do 
anything I want with her?"

"Within limits, little girl, but I'll be with you all 
the time. And frankly, I'd be surprised if you can 
think up something so perverse that it would go beyond 
the limits. But can I give you some suggestions?"

Lisa rubbed her lithe, slender body against me, cooing 
happily.

"Anything, Daddy! You can suggest anything."

"Well first of all, she's still your mother and when 
we're not playing games you'll respect her in all 
things, is that clear?"

"Crystal, daddy-dear."

"Second, she's still getting used to these things. 
Let's be considerate and not push her too hard too 
fast. For instance, you may want to leave the blindfold 
and earphones on until she gets used to the idea of 
being pleasured by a woman, much less her daughter. I 
wouldn't remove the gag at all until the very end if 
I were you!"

"Don't worry about that, Daddy. Seeing Mother gagged is 
the most delicious part of it all. Please, can I fuck 
her now?"

"She's all yours, baby doll. I'm here if you need me."

"Oh, I'm gonna need that fat cock of yours soon. I just 
can't decide yet which of us is going to get it first!"

Lisa approached her mom, a little unsure about where to 
start first. While she was considering, I helped her 
out of her clothes. There's something very seductive 
about pulling my little girl's blouse over her head 
while looking at her mother squirming on the bed before 
us both. There's really nothing finer unless it might 
be hooking my thumbs under her pants and panties and 
pulling them both down at the same time, only to wind 
up staring at one of the prettiest asses ever made. As 
I slid my hands up her legs to her ass and still higher 
to cup her small, lively breasts, Lisa came to her 
conclusion.

I saw her tentatively approach the end of the bed 
directly in front of her mother's parted thighs. 
Excellent choice, I wanted to shout! I motioned to her 
that we needed to be quiet even as her small hand 
reached out to caress the end of the vibrating dildo 
that was driving Joyce to distraction. Lisa applied 
pressure on the end with just the tip of her pretty 
finger and Joyce moaned in such a way that I felt my 
balls tingle when I heard it. Lisa blushed and her 
nipples became visibly harder. What a delightful thing 
to watch!

She more confidently touched the end of the second 
dildo, the one in her mother's rectum, and the groan 
from Joyce was louder. Lisa grinned at me and licked 
her lips. I smiled at her in encouragement. She bent 
down and inhaled deeply, bringing the smell of her 
mother's cunt into her lungs, absorbing the sweet 
essence of feminine funk into her bloodstream.

Lisa grasped the shaft of the first phallus and slowly 
pulled back. Like it was flowing through silk, the 
dildo oozed out of Joyce's dripping cunt. We could both 
see her squeeze, trying to hold it in, trying to keep 
her prize from escaping her tender clutches. Lisa 
shivered and I stepped to her side and began to rub the 
fat little cheeks of her bottom as she played with her 
mother. Lisa leaned forward on the bed, spreading her 
legs to give my fingers complete access to the pleasure 
centers in her crotch. As my fingers began to stroke 
her pussy lips, she leaned forward more, driving the 
dildo deeper in her mother's cunt than it was before.

Lisa was already soaking wet. It was hard to tell who 
was closer to orgasm, my wife or my daughter. It would 
be an interesting experiment to see who would cum 
first.

We set a mutual pace, my daughter and I. As my fingers 
touched and tickled her cunt, she slid the dildo back 
and forth, fucking her mother at the same pace. When my 
fingers moved faster, so did she. It was like operating 
the dildo myself, through remote control. My daughter 
was my waldo arm; such fine, delicate controls it had, 
too.

"Go slowly, baby," I whispered with my hot breath in 
her ear. "She's already cum twice tonight and they were 
both very intense."

Lisa's pussy gripped my finger as a shiver ran through 
her. I had a feeling that would happen.

"I will if you fuck me, Daddy. This is so hot!" she 
whispered in return.

Lisa gasped sharply as I sank my thumb deep in her 
tight cunt. I rolled it, swiveling my wrist back and 
forth, grinding her clit against my hand. My other hand 
slid along her belly until I grabbed a taut nipple on a 
swollen breast. As she sucked in her breath sharply, 
I rolled the nipple between my fingers and thumb.

"I'll fuck you good, baby-doll. Just as soon as I see 
your tongue where that vibrator is now!"

Lisa came first! Her sweet teen pussy gripped my thumb 
and I felt her start to convulse in orgasm. My other 
hand slip down to feel the muscles of her abdomen as 
the waves of climax washed through them. Her belly was 
so tight. I love to feel a young girl as she cums. 
There's nothing quite like it!

After she caught her breath, Lisa looked back at me 
with a mischievous grin. She knew I had manipulated her 
shamelessly, using her mother's body to bring her off 
quickly. She knew it, and she didn't care.

I put my hand to the side of Lisa's face and pulled her 
lips to mine, sharing our first, deep intimate kiss. 
Lisa melted, her tongue flowing into mine like liquid 
sugar. Her mouth tasted like a green meadow, fertile 
and bursting with life. Her tongue was like a little 
puppy, full of life and eager to please.

Still touching her face, I took her other hand in mine 
and together we pulled out the dildo from Joyce's cunt 
very slowly. It popped out of her slick, moist hole 
noisily. Holding it up between us, I turned off the 
vibrations and held it under my daughter's nose so that 
she could get an excellent whiff of her mother's aroma. 
Lisa took a deep breath and her eyes rolled back in her 
head. I held the sticky fake cock against her lips and 
drew it across them sensuously. Her little pink tongue 
snaked out and got the full flavor of her mother's 
fresh cream that was coating it. As I got to the end, 
she opened her mouth and accepted the tip of the cock 
between her lips for a sweet suck.

"You've made Daddy very happy so far, Lisa. Now make me 
happier. Your mother is almost ready to cum again. I 
want you to finish her with just your tongue. I know 
you've never done this, but neither has she and just 
imagine how much fun it's going to be when she eats you 
for the first time. You'll both learn to eat pussy 
together. By eating each other. 

"Just gently lick her, baby. When she starts to 
respond, concentrate on her clitoris. You know how good 
that feels. Slide a finger inside her while you lick 
her clit and she'll see fireworks, I guarantee it."

It didn't take much convincing. With her mother's 
flavor on her lips, Lisa was hungry for it. She knelt 
down between her mother's thighs and I saw my baby girl 
reach out her pretty tongue for her first taste of 
pussy!

She licked up and down like her mother's cunt was an 
ice cream cone. I reached down in front of her face and 
with one hand spread the thick labial folds, exposing 
Joyce's bright pink center. Lisa's eyes grew big and 
round and she looked up at me questioningly. I nodded 
yes without even knowing the question. Yes, Lisa! Yes 
to everything!

Lisa's hands spread her mother's thighs wider. With her 
thumbs she stretched the loose folds and leaned in to 
suck deeply. Seeing that Joyce was in good hands, I 
stepped behind Lisa and drew her bottom up in the air. 
My daughter bobbed her hips up and down eagerly, ready 
for penetration, but I only wanted to tease her for the 
moment. I took my hard cock in my hands and began to 
rub the soft head around my daughter's anxious vagina.

It was hard not to slip the head in. Her vagina was red 
and slick and open. Every time I drew close, Lisa tried 
to engulf me. I used a thumb to spread her out and drew 
my cockhead across her wet furrow. At the end of the 
row, I thumped her clitoris repeatedly with the soft, 
springy tissue.

Lisa was moaning almost as much as her mother. I 
wondered how much she was paying attention to her 
duties, so I leaned down, sliding my hands over her 
soft sides and down low to cup both breasts in my hand.

"Concentrate on your mother, Lisa," I whispered to her. 
"If you make her cum, I promise you something special."

Lisa's head began to bob again. I whispered to her, 
encouraging her to concentrate on the clit. Then I 
pulled back and slowly eased my cock into my little 
girl.

A wave of pleasure passed through Lisa's body as my 
penis pushed in her and through her. I slid in one 
continuous slow thrust until I was buried to the root 
in the sweetest cunt a man can have, his own daughters. 
She was the delightful taste of forbidden fruit. She 
was a ripe, succulent pear, ready for the taking. She 
was a rich, red strawberry bursting with juices. She 
was a warm, willing pussy spread out before me for the 
taking.

I began to move in her, slowly back and forth. I used 
my hands, pushing her forward so that her face was 
buried deeper in Joyce's cunt. Then I let them roam, 
explore, touch every part of Lisa's body I could reach.

Joyce's legs came up off the bed. A good sign. Joyce 
likes to cum with her feet high in the air. I pushed 
Lisa deeper. I began to rock her body back and forth, 
establishing a rhythm for her that her mother would 
enjoy. I imagined that all Lisa had to do was stick out 
her tongue and I could fuck her mother with it from 
here. Of course, it didn't happen quite like that, but 
from ten feet away that's what it would have looked 
like.

Just like she had balloons tide to them, Joyce's legs 
began to rise in the air -- higher and higher they 
went. Her muffled scream filled the room and reached 
its highest peak as my wife's toes rose up and pointed 
to the ceiling. It was a very athletic move. She had 
wonderful control. It was beautiful to behold.

For Lisa's reward, I switched on the vibrator to its 
lowest setting and brought it around so that the head 
came in contact to my daughter's clitoris. She was 
fully skewered on my cock at the time or I think she 
would have jumped off the bed as the toy touched her. 
I was reminded that Lisa had never cum on a vibrator 
before. It was extra special that she do so with my 
cock buried deep inside her. 

I felt the pressure build inside her. It wasn't even 
necessary for me to move. I stayed, sunk to the root, 
as the muscles of her cunt danced along my prick. 
Reaching down, I switched the vibrator to a higher 
speed and Lisa, gasping, started to quiver from her 
head to the end of my dick. I felt her shake on me, 
flapping like a sheet in a high wind; the strong, stiff 
breeze of an orgasm blowing through her.

After she had cum, I pulled the vibrator away from her 
and used my hands to feel her sides as she caught her 
breath. Feeling her chest fill up with air, expanding 
and contracting, I was astonished again by how small 
she was -- so much like a little doll dancing on the 
head of my dick.

As I drew out of her, I pulled her back with me and off 
her mom. As soon as I had withdrawn, Lisa twisted her 
lithe body around and jumped into my arms, greedily 
kissing my face with her cum-coated mouth. I didn't 
mind at all. I found I enjoyed the taste of one woman 
on another. It's a pleasure I told myself I'd have to 
indulge in frequently.

I pushed her gently away and thought about what to do 
next with her mother. At what point should we take the 
blindfolds off, I wondered? As I thought, I reached out 
and slowly pulled the dildo out of Joyce's ass.

My wife pushed up with her legs, arching her back to 
make the withdrawal less painful. Even so, it was a 
thick dildo and Joyce's ass was not yet acclimated to 
anything that big. I'm sure she felt sore and tender.

"Daddy, have you ever ... I mean, is it possible to ... 
I mean, I've heard some things at school but I don't 
know if it's true ..."

Lisa was squirming, squeezing her buttocks together and 
imagining what the dildo would feel like in her ass.

"Have I ever what, baby-girl?"

"Have you ever done that to Momma yourself? You know, 
have you ever fucked her, down there?" she said, her 
finger almost touching Joyce's still barely gaping 
anus.

"I told you she had cum twice before, Lisa. The second 
time was the best. And that's what we were doing."

"What does it feel like? I mean, does she like it? Can 
I see you do it now?" she asked hurriedly, almost in 
one breath.

"Sure baby! As to what it feels like, why don't I have 
your mother tell us? Would you like that?"

"How will you do that?"

"Just watch. You'll have to be very quiet, baby. Don't 
say a word. And grab that tube of lubricant on the 
nightstand."

Leaning over Joyce's body from between her legs I 
reached out and pulled the headphones off her ears. I 
indicated to Lisa that she should turn off the cd-
player and get it out of the way. Then I unlaced the 
leather gag and pulled it away from Joyce's face.

She worked her jaw, rotating it around. 

"Let me up, John," she said huskily.

"Not yet dear, we're not quite done."

"Please, John. You're killing me!"

"Death by orgasm, Joyce? I don't think so. That looked 
like a fine cum you just had."

"Please John, I'm getting sore."

"Soon, dear. First, do you remember what I told you 
before? What I said I was considering doing every time 
you had a nice, big cum?"

"Oh, God no, John! My ass is too sore! Please!"

I chuckled at her gently. 

"Are you trying to convince me or turn me on, Joyce? 
You know I'm not asking, don't you? I told you I'm 
going to just take what I want from now on? I begged 
you for years. Now I'm just going to take what's mine. 
What I should have been getting all these years."

I nodded to Lisa. By mimicry I showed her how to coat 
my cock with a generous coating of the lubricant. All 
the while Joyce kept up a continuous stream of little 
pleadings, trying to convince me otherwise.

Hooking my hands under her knees, I pushed Joyce's legs 
back up to her chest, curving her bottom up in the air. 
Bowing to the inevitable, she began to change her 
pleadings.

"Please be gentle, John. Please, I can't take it rough 
again."

"From now on Joyce, I'll be the judge of what you *can* 
take and what you *can't*." Pausing to positioning the 
head of my cock against her anus, I continued, "I'm 
going to stretch all your limits, wife. I'm going to 
push you and prod you all the way, Joyce."

I pushed into her ass, burying the first two inches 
into her. She grimaced under the blindfold, a hint of 
pain in the intake of her breath.

I paused. 

"Do you love me yet, Joyce?" 

"You bastard, you're splitting me in two. You're 
driving a pole up my ass you, son-of-a-bitch."

I winked at my daughter. Her eyes were huge, the 
concern for her mother written all over her face. I 
pressed in past half way.

I paused.

"Do you love me yet, Joyce?"

"Aauugh! You son-of-a-bitch!"

I pressed in all the way, waited a moment to enjoy the 
feel, then backed out and set a gentle pace, rocking 
Joyce's body back and forth on the see-saw of my cock.

"You've got a lovely bottom, woman," I said, grunting 
into her. "I don't know why I didn't take it all those 
years ago but now that my cock is in love with your 
ass, you'd best learn to love it too."

I motioned for Lisa to give me the vibrator. Letting go 
of one of Joyce's legs, I took it from her and switched 
the device on. 

I put the vibrator against her clit.

"Oh please, John! Please don't make me cum again. Oh 
God, you're killing me!"

I let it buzz against her, drawing it back and forth 
against her wet slit, always pressing a portion of the 
shaft against her clit. Her back arched up even higher.

"Do you love me yet, Joyce?" I screamed at her.

"Oh God, John, you're killing me. Just shut up."

I fucked harder, pressed the vibrator down firmer.

"Just shut up, you bastard. Shut up and fuck."

I shut up and fucked. I fucked harder into her 
slickened ass. I buried it deeper; I pulled it back 
further. I forgot everything except fucking into 
Joyce's sweet, hot ass.

"Shut up and fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder, 
you bastard."

Joyce's ass was all consuming. My whole existence 
narrowed down to my wife's brown puckered hole 
accepting my cock faster and deeper. I ploughed into 
it. I gave it everything, pistoning harder and harder. 
At some point I forgot about the vibrator. It rolled 
off of Joyce's stomach, falling away. It didn't seem to 
matter to either of us. We both were humping against 
the other savagely, both of us trying to cram my cock 
in her deeper, harder, faster.

I bridged up the air until I was hammering directly 
down in Joyce's hot, lubricated anus. She grunted and 
rocked back against my assault -- calling my name as 
she tossed her hair from side to side in ecstatic 
utterances.

At some point we reached the limits of human endurance 
and capability. I strained into her, my cock shoved as 
far up her as it was possible to be. She was squeezing 
it harder than I thought possible and still I pushed 
further in. I felt the end of my cock swell like a 
balloon as the semen burned in my urethra, gushing out 
like a tidal wave to flood her. Gushing out like a 
font, flowing into the swamp of my wife's hot, steaming 
ass. 

I don't even know if Joyce came. I think she did. It 
was damn intense in any case. As I caught my breath and 
eased out of her, she was sobbing a bit. Lisa was there 
with a towel, pressing it in to my hands. I had 
forgotten she was present.

I wiped myself off a little, wiped Joyce off even more 
and laid down alongside of her, exhausted.

I leaned over her on one arm, dabbing her tears that 
had flowed from under the blindfold. I turned her face 
to me and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her tongue 
rose eagerly to touch mine.

"Do you love me yet, Joyce?"

She sobbed, tossing her head from side to side in 
agony.

"God help me, but I do. You're a bastard, John. You're 
a bastard, but I love you more today than ever."

"Good ... then you're gonna love me even more 
tomorrow."

Joyce groaned!
