Old College Friends

Old college Friends

(Edited by Demi-goddess)

One day, I received an e-mail message from Kate, an old college friend that I hadn‘t seen in 10-years. She told me that she was going to be in town for a conference, so had decided to look me up. We made plans to get together for dinner and get caught up on our lives. I already knew that Kate had a PHD and that she’d been married for about 8-years, with no kids.

It was really good to see that Kate looked better than she did in college. I couldn’t believe how classy she looked when she drove up in her Austin Martin sports coupe complete with Palm Beach plates. The first thing that I noticed was that Kate didn't look her 34-years. Her blonde hair was still in a ponytail, but the sunglasses pushed up on her head were now Channel. Instead of gold hoop ear earrings, she had diamond studs in her ears the size of a baby's fist. She was 5-feet 1 and weighed the same 118 lbs as in college. And, since she'd never had children, her measurments were still 37c-23-36.

After dinner we ended up in Kate’s hotel room. As we sat on the couch talking she admitted that she still thought of me all the time and always wondered what I was doing and was glad she finally found me. That was flattering because I had always wondered about her myself. Anyhow, the conversation led to more memory recalls and stories. Back in those days we use to fuck like rabbits. It was quickly apparent that we still liked each other a lot and we both knew it. We spoke frankly about it and decided that if Kate were single we’d rekindle old flames.

The next thing I knew we were making out. With closed eyes I leaned forward and kissed her. A kiss so filled with electricity and passionate that it sent shivers up and down my spine and made my hands quiver. Before I knew it, Kate was melting further into my arms as her moist lips parted and her supple tongue darted was in my mouth. When we came up for air, Kate admitted she had a poor at best love life with her husband. Because of her unfulfilled love life, she was always thinking about the times we spent together in college. That was why she had made it a point to see me again. As we continued to make out, my hand closed gently around her breast, and my fingers squeezed her already erect nipples. For a few minutes I fondled her breasts as we continued to kiss. It was clearly arousing her for me to work her nipples.

As my lips moved down to her long regal neck, my hand moved down her body. Without thinking, I slipped my hand under her dress and slowly caressed her warm silky flesh of her firm thigh. Instead of pulling away, Kate’s legs parted. My hand continued to move upward until my fingers touched the fine silk of her panties. As I gently stroked her panty clad crotch, I couldn’t help feeling her heat or how wet she was. As my fingers slid under her panties and I started rubbing her lips, Kate moaned, “Oh, god, that feels good.”

Pulling her to her feet, I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her flaxen hair. With trembling fingers, in between kisses, I helped her remove her skirt and blouse. As Kate stood before me with her breasts bare and clad in nothing but her panties, I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest. Taking her by the waist, I pushed her back onto the couch. As I grasped the waistband of her flimsy panties and eagerly tugged them down her long, beautiful legs, Kate wailed, “No, no, we shouldn't, don't, I’m married.” But as she was saying it, her arms were around me and she was kissing my neck. As I push her leg to one side and move on top of her, she tried to push me away, but not very hard.

After a few more minutes of kissing and fondling, I stood up to undo my pants. “No,” Kate said, but she wasn’t getting up. Instead she was excitedly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. Soon they were down around my ankles and she was helping me step out of them. With a strength that I didn’t know that Kate possessed, she pulled me back down on top of her again.

As I moved back between her legs, I looked down and saw that she had the smaller type vagina that I prefer. I don’t even know why I prefer them, maybe it’s because the smaller ones look less used or something. Whatever the reason, I smiled and rubbed the head of my cock up and down the wet lips of her pussy.

To my surprise, she reached down to guide the head of my cock between the lips and into her waiting pussy. My cock felt twice its normal size as her eager pussy sucked me in. “Oh my god,” she wails, “Wait, we can't.” but it's too late, my cock was already inside her. I could feel the inner walls of her pussy gripping me, as we melted together. Her hands were on my shoulders, pushing away, but was in her now, our hips grinding together as I moved in and out. Now instead of pushing me away, she was pulling me closer and calling my name. Oh god it was just as I’ve always imagined, she was taking me places I had never gone before.

With a renewed effort I was almost violently pumping in and out of her, over and over. As Kate almost screams, “Oh god yes, don't stop,” her body was wracked with orgasms.

Some women can, like men, only have one big orgasm at a time and then need to rest up. Some women can have multiple orgasms that can vary from lots of little one to a limited number of big ones. A few start small and then build up to a big one. Then there are a few women like Kate that can literally "fly" when they orgasm. They sort of disappear in to the orgasm, they appear to pass out, and will stay in that state as long as their partner is willing to keep providing stimulation.

As soon as my cock parted her lips, it was like a dam busted and Kate started going off like a machine gun, I remembered her occasionally squirting. Now she squirted every time she had an orgasm. A squirter couldn't fake it like some girls. I couldn’t believe how much she orgasmed from oral; she sprayed her juice all over my face. Kate loved it so much when we fucked doggy-style and I reached around with one hand to manipulate her clit, not only did she squirt but she screamed out as well. She made such a mess on the bed that we had to have extra sheets and change them a lot.

We finished with an earth-shaking orgasm that literally made her pass out. While she was catching her breath, she confessed that her husband had never given her an orgasm. So with the exception of when she masturbated, this was her first one in almost 10-years.

Still excited, I rolled her over on her back and excitedly spread her legs. As I lowered my face between her legs, I saw that her pussy had fared as well as the rest of her body. She still had the ‘innie’ that I preferred over the ‘outies.’ No roast beef curtains for me; I think that ‘innies’ are much tastier and it’s like opening a clam.

I took a deep breath of her female sweetness, and then slowly started nibbling on her inner thigh. Kate moaned as she grabbed the back on my head, trying to get closer as my tongue drove her crazy. I reached up and gently spread her moist pink lips so my tongue could probe deeper into her inner core. Her hips swayed to a new rhythm, the rhythm of my tongue. As I pushed my tongue into her warm depth, she moans wanting more. As I savagely licked her faster and harder, she started moaning, “Mama, mama, mama,” until her eyes rolled back and she cummed so hard that she blacked out from ecstasy.

Kate was so spent that when I got her a cool glass of water, she was too weak to sit up by herself. I had to put my arm around her shoulders and hold her up. I even had to help her hold the glass to her lips so she could drink it. After her thirst was slaked, Kate lay in my arms until she got her second wind.

I had almost dozed off when I felt her slide down my body until her face was resting against my hard cock. I gasped when she gave its head a deep long kiss. I knew that she could taste herself on my cock. I grabbed the sides of her head and shoved it deep into her mouth. I feel her lips tighten and her mouth gripping me tighter and tighter as she worked her mouth feverishly up and down my cock. I couldn’t hold back. I gave a mighty heave and blasted her with cum. I could feel my cock spasming inside her mouth as her fingers expertly stroked my scrotum, lifting the sensation of my orgasm to an even higher plane.

Kate told me afterwards that her husband was a complete washout when it came to sex and wasn’t into oral so tonight was the first time that she’d sucked cock in over 10-years. She also said that a big load of cum being pumped into her mouth and down her throat was still a damn good feeling. “Nothing feels better than a cock exploding in your mouth.”

The next morning I went home glad we went all the way. I was also more than sure that she would keep in contact. Even though she lives in Palm Beach and I live in Dallas, I knew that we would get together again.

Its been 2-years now and thanks to Kate’s company sending her back to Dallas 3 or 4 times a year, we’ve gotten together 6 more times since that night. Both her husband and my girlfriend, Jill know that Kate and I are old college buddies and that we always get together when she’s in town on business. However, neither of them even suspects that we’re having an affair. Jill has even joined us for dinner a couple of times. Kate and Jill got along so well that once when the hotels were all full due to a convention, Jill insisted that Kate stay at my apartment rather that a seedy motel on the outskirts of town.

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Visiting Friends____part-1-of-1

(Edited by Demi-Goddess)

Visiting Friends

My name is Betty, and I've been with my man for four years. About 2-years ago he started gaining weight, not just your normal 5 lbs. but real weight. In addition to his weight, we had problems. He never had time enough for sex, for going out together. He wasn't able to be affectionate to me and he would never tell me he loved me. I was very frustrated and felt like we needed time away from each other. I’m still an attractive woman, there’s no reason for him not to be attracted to me. Even though I’m 38-years old, I’ve never had any kids so I have no stretch marks and my pussy is as tight as a teenager’s. I’m 5-foot 2, and still weigh 118 lbs. My measurements are 36b-29-36, have big brown eyes, and thick wavy black hair. I realize that some guys consider 36b breasts small, but many men love women with small breasts, as long as what's there is gracefully formed and not a shapeless empty water balloon. Usually women with small breasts and a small ass are ten times hotter than a woman with 38DD's and a big ass.

Depressed over my marriage, I decided to go visit some old college friends in Dallas for a couple of day. Janice and her husband Bob had only recently moved there and were temporarily living in a small two-bed room apartment with their 17-year old son. I was given the choice of having their bedroom and them sleep on the floor, but I declined and accepted the second choice to sleep in the second bedroom with their son, Charles. He had a queen size bed so there was ample room for both of us to sleep without crowding each other. To main propriety, I wore one of Bob’s pajama tops and slept on the far side of the bed.

Sometime after midnight, I woke up with Charles’ rigid cock in my hand. I’d been sleeping so soundly that he’d been able to wrap my fingers around his cock and was unsuccessfully trying to unbutton my pajama top. Even though he was staring at my breasts, I didn’t want to startle him so I pretended to be asleep. Like any normal teenager with raging hormones, when presented with the opportunity, he was only trying to satisfy his curiosity. Becoming bolder, he worked his erect cock closer to my vagina.

Still feigning sleep I was desperately trying to figure out a graceful way to get out of this that wouldn’t embarrass him, but I waited too long, I could already feel my body starting to tremble with desire. Hoping that the movement would discourage him, I rolled over on my back. Believing me to still be asleep, Charles used it as an opportunity to part my legs and kneel between my thighs. When I felt my panties being pulled aside and his hand gently brush my outer lips, I moaned.

My crotch was on fire and sending shivers of expectation up and down my spine as Charles slowly moved his hand up my body towards my aching breasts. As he kneaded their enticing softness, he could easily feel my hard nipples through my pajama tops. Now that I was lying on my back Charles was able to get my top unbuttoned and slip his hand inside and fondle my naked breasts. When I moaned something indistinct and shifted my hips slightly, he froze in place, afraid that I was about to awaken.

After a moments pause, he resumed clumsily caressing my desirable, smooth-skinned breasts. I could feel his rock hard cock nestled firmly between my legs, separated from pussy only by the sturdy material of my granny panties. My breath caught in my throat when he confidently leaned over and took one of my now erect nipples in his mouth and began to suck on it.

Then he shifted his hand down from my breasts to the crotch of my panties, rubbing his fingers back and forth, as if he was trying to entice me to give me further access. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my granny panties, I automatically lifted my hips so he could get them off easier. Once he’d gotten them down to my calves, I quickly yanked my right foot out of the leg hole and spread my thighs. Within seconds Charles was between my legs and I had his cock in my hand stroking it. When the moonlight streaming through the window fell on it, I was glad to see that Charles had one of those mushroom heads. I prefer them because for me it feels better and hits my g-spot just right. With a smile I placed his mushroom head against the outer lips of my pussy, guiding it to wards my crotch. Then I grabbed the cheeks of his tight ass and pulled him forward, driving his cockhead between my swollen lips and into the mouth of my fiery pussy. The thickness of his cock became evident, as he plunged his thick cock deep into my wet pussy. Once Charles sunk his cock in and started fucking me, I made so much noise that he had to stuff the wet crotch of my panties in my mouth to keep me from waking his parents.

As he sped up, I wrapped my legs around his slender body and held on tight. As my body shuddered in orgasm, my head thrashed wildly from side to side, my long auburn hair flailing about in the warm night air. I lost count of how many time I climaxed at that point because they felt like they were coming back to back as I was caught up in the moment.

Then I rolled over onto my hands and knees. Moving up behind me, Charles quickly entered my gyrating pussy with such force that I had to grip the headboard for support. He was like a tiger as he violently drove his cock smoothly into my dark pink pussy with one easy plunge. Our bodies seemed to fit perfectly. His cock was hitting my G-spot with every thrust. As Charles’ cock frantically pumped in and out of my sopping pussy, I reached back with one hand and played with my clit. Suddenly I heard him gasp and then felt him go tense as his balls erupted, spewing his scalding teenage cum through his thick cock and deep into the recesses of my steaming pussy.

When I came down from the clouds, I kissed him passionately. After that we went to sleep, our nude bodies entwined, only to wake up a couple of times during the night and fuck again.

The next morning, even though we both probably had guilty looks on our faces, neither Charles nor I said anything at breakfast. Little did either of us know that Janice and Bob were grinning and giving each other knowing looks behind our backs.

The second night we couldn’t wait to get each other back in bed again. We were both so anxious for his parents to go to bed, that it was all they could do to keep from laughing.

When we were finally sure that they were asleep, we wasted no time getting naked. I was so horny that I took Charles in my arms, kissing him on the lips —not a sisterly kiss, but a long, burning, wet joining of our souls. When he started kissing me back I slid my hands down and caressed his tight butt. The kiss I was giving him was quickly making his young cock hard. His fingers slid timidly down my body and found my wetness. His face moved down and he captured one of my nipples in his mouth and started sucking it. As I pushed him further down, Charles’s tongue found my navel, and then the hairline above my slit. When his tongue hit my clit I exploded.

As tremors coursed through my body, I frantically turned Charles over on his back and devoured his thick cock. Backing off, I fervently licked his shaft from head to base. When I started sucking on his balls, I could tell by his moans that he liked it. When I put the tip of my tongue back on the head I could taste pre-cum. Charles roughly grabbed my hair, and before I knew it I had half his cock in my mouth and I was sucking him like a two dollar whore. I knew I was doing a good job, when he grabbed my head and held me in place while he cummed in my mouth.

As he regained his breath, I straddled his hips. After climbing on top of him and slowly impaling myself on his enormous cock, I rode him like a bucking bronco. I ground my crotch around the base of his cock, and then vigorously bounced my rampant pussy up and down its length. We fucked until the sun’s beams were streaming through the blinds.

After a lot of giggling and a whispered promise from Charles that he would visit me in Houston when school was out, we dressed and innocently went to breakfast. I was so exhausted that I kept yawning all through breakfast. Charles had been so insatiable that I hadn’t slept a wink all night. About an hour after I drove away from their apartment, I checked into a motel at I-20 and I-45 for the rest of the day. Then after a leisurely supper at Smith’s Restaurant, I headed on down I-45 back to Houston and home.

The End…

family secrets-(whores-f/d incest-blowjobs-swallowing-spanking)-part-1 thru 2-of-2__incest is wrong

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Family Secret

Part-1-of-2

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I’m keeping one hell of a secret from the rest of the family, actually two or maybe three, depending on how you interpret it.

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I had always known that I was a little bigger when limp than most of the other guys were from my junior high days. When it came time to hit the showers the other guys cocks were stubby and mine was hanging down. I honestly just assumed it was a temperature thing and I didn't think much about it.

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In high school I had a pretty steady girlfriend who was a virgin. Prior to her I'd only had hand jobs from a couple of other girls. In the summer before my senior year my girlfriend and I broke up, and I hooked up with a girl who was leaving for college in a couple of days. As we started to go at it she kept pushing me back so that I couldn't go all the way in. when we finished she told me that I was quite a bit bigger than her regular boyfriend.

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The next day my buddy and I stopped to talk to her and she was literally ‘walking funny.’ He asked her what was wrong, and she gave the ‘duh’ look like we were stupid. She said, "What do you mean, what’s wrong. He's hung like a fucking horse! Who wouldn't be sore?”

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I was shocked because I only had 8-inches, but my reputation was cemented from that moment on. Over the next month I banged about 6 more of her girlfriends who all wanted to find out how a big cock felt. With a couple of them it was awful. I could put my cock in but they were so tight that I wasn’t allowed to even move it in and out all for fear of hurting them. Some of their friends wanted to see it, but wouldn’t try anything but a hand or a blowjob. This type of thing went on for a couple of more years. Some of my girlfriends would let me fuck them, but never doggy style. Others were complete size queens and would take it any way they could get it.

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Later in the year, my former high school girlfriend and I got back together. We dated again for another 2-years, then late into her first year of college we got married. And the sex was great, until she gave birth to our daughter. There is the old joke about "hey doc, put in an extra stitch for me!" but unfortunately that’s a shitty joke. We’ve wished ever since that the doctor had left the extra damn stitches out. It is now 8-years later, and our sex life is terrible for me and painful for her. She could no longer take my length like she was once could. No more going balls-deep for me. In fact, rarely any more sex at all for me. It’s too painful for her now, which removes any fun for me.

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My big cock is part of the secret but the main part is that my daughter, Monica, is a paid hooker, a whore. The biggest part of the secret, though, is that I’m one of Monica’s best customers.

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It started by accident. Even though I'd rather be banging my darling wife on a regular basis, because of the size of my cock she isn‘t into sex much any more. I’ve had a few affairs, but find that I prefer the convenience of seeing professionals when I feel the urge to get laid. During one of our sessions, the girl that I normally see asked me if I’d be interested in a two-girl blowjob. She said that she had this sweet young 19-year old that would love to help her suck my cock. So, the next time we met, the second hooker that she brought with her turned out to be none other than my daughter. As soon as Monica saw me she signaled me to keep quiet.

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After I recovered from the initial shock, I realized how turned on I was by the scene before me. Speechless, I just stood there admiring my daughter and her friend, fascinated by the physical contrast between them. Monica was a younger version of her mother. She was probably about 5-foot 10 or 11-inches tall, with long wavy auburn hair and a firm body that was a living advertisement for the gym that she visited almost daily. She had milky white skin with cute little freckles all over her body, long slim legs. Her breasts were smallish, but her nipples, when aroused, as they were at that moment, jutted out impressively from her chest. And I found out, once the action started, that although it was sparse, like her mother she also had the softest pubic hair that I’d ever rubbed my face in.

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The other girl was rounder, softer and not nearly as tall, but equally sensual in a different way. She was all curves and raven hair, with big pillowy breasts and a shapely round butt.

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I was the other girl’s ‘trick’ so she took the lead. By the time Monica shut the door, the other girl was down on her knees taking out my cock. I smiled at the shocked look on Monica’s pretty face as she saw my cock for the first time. It’s still nice to get a wide-eyed reacting from a woman, even if it is your daughter. Once she had it hard, the other girl motioned for Monica to join her.

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I smiled at the look on Monica’s face when she knelt down in front of me and the other girl passed her my cock. It’s still nice to get a crotch glance with the wide eyeballs from women. Once she got over the shock, she looked me right in the eyes as if to dare me to say anything, as she sensuously flicked her tongue around the tip and base of my engorged head, then slowly slipped it between her soft lips. When Monica took my cock in her warm mouth, it was fantastic. I would have happily paid her for sex even if she hadn’t been my daughter. Monica is lovely young lady, all of 19-years old and built as only a young woman can be built. Like I said, her boobs aren’t huge, but they really felt nice later when Monica drug them across my bare chest.

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God, did Monica know what she was doing. First she just held me, or as much as she could get in, in her mouth and let the warm moisture get me hard. Then she started gently sucking as she slowly moved her mouth up and down my rigid shaft. When she backed off and licked around the head of my cock, I let out a loud groan that they must have heard in the next room. That was the best head that I’d ever had, even if it was my daughter Monica down there on her knees with my achingly hard cock in her mouth. I couldn’t believe that this was a young lady that I raised, was down on her knees looking up into my eyes as she sucked my cock

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The girls switched back and forth, a couple of times but mostly I wanted Monica to suck me off. To achieve that end without offending my regular girl, I winked at my daughter and said something about wanting to see the girls play with each other.

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“I’ll suck him off while you fuck me,” Monica chimed in as she returned my wink, showing me how much my naughty daughter was enjoying our shared secret. “Get out that big one,” she said over her shoulder. “Yeah, the purple one,” she added enthusiastically.

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As the Monica went back to sucking my cock the other hooker got behind her and started passionately fucking dog-style her with a big purple strap-on dildo. When the other whore moved up behind Monica, gripped her curvy hips, and slid the big latex between her legs and into her wet pussy, Monica almost purred like a cat as she hunched her butt back so the big dildo went all the way in. At first the other whore was slowly pumping in and out of Monica’s pussy, but suddenly …smack… the other girl swatted Monica on the naked butt with …smack… the palm of her hand. It wasn’t a gentle …smack… swat either; it left livid red fingerprints on Monica’s milky white flesh. As the other whore fucked Monica faster and faster, the palm …smack… of her hand slapped …smack… again and again against …smack… milky flesh of Monica’s …smack… naked butt. As Monica lowered her face to my lap, and her beautiful blonde hair fanned out all across my crotch, she moaned, “Oh god, baby I love it,” and ground her hips in a circular motion, taking the gigantic strap-on deep into her throbbing pussy.

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Seeing and hearing …smack… the other hooker’s palm smacking …smack… against Monica’s naked flesh …smack… got me so excited that I grabbed the hair on both sides of her head …smack… and started fucking her mouth. I wasn’t gentle either; I was pounding her so hard and so deep that I almost gagged her. Like a real pro though, Monica started swirling her tongue up and down my throbbing shaft, then managed to get her throat open and deep-throated me. When the other girl made Monica cum, I got so excited that I cummed faster than I wanted to. When I did, my balls drew up and it felt like a volcano erupting. As glob after glob of my thick cum spewed across her tongue, she cheerfully swallowed it all. As cum was pouring out of my cock into Monica’s mouth, I couldn’t help wondering how many other guys had cummed in her mouth before me. Even more exciting was the fact that not only was my cock-sucking, slut of a daughter hungrily swallowing my cum. But try as she might, she couldn’t keep up with flow, some of it was oozing out and over corners of her full red cupid-bow lips. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, I held it in front of Monica’s face and pumped it a couple of times. This time when I exploded, I let my cum spatter on her face and in her hair instead of in her mouth. My cockhead was still oozing tiny drops of fluid, so I rubbed it all over her lips, then pushed my cock back into her mouth and kept it there until I went soft. When Monica finally took it out, she eagerly licked it clean and then fell back on the bed with a satisfied smile on her cum-streaked face.

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Then I graciously paid up, including a generous tip, and Monica and the other hooker left.

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Later Monica was able to slip back into my motel room alone so we could talk. As we started to talk I found myself wondering if she’d sucked anyone else’s cock while she was gone. For that matter I wondered how many guys had cummed in her warm sweet mouth. When I thought about the possibility that she’d even sucked off black guys and that they’d cummed in her pretty mouth, my cock started twitching. When Monica saw that my cock was coming back to life, she grinned as she quickly stripped off her clothes. Conveniently, Monica wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra, so all she had to do was pull her dress over her head and she was naked as the day she was born.

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I was already naked, so Monica simple pushed me back on the bed, and expert cocksucker that she was started teasing my semi-erect cock with her supple tongue until I was erect again. As soon as I was erect Monica quickly devoured me with one deep-throat plunge. Before I knew it, her nose was buried in my pubic hair and the head of my cock was bumping the back of my throat. I almost screamed when she started working her hot wet mouth up and down its length. Apparently, Monica was as excited by this incestuous fuck as I was, because as soon as she decided that I was hard enough, she scampered upon top of me Cowgirl-style, quickly inserting my ready cock inside her tight, hot, wet pussy and slowly lowering her luscious body down on it with a sigh. The sight of my hard cock piercing her soft pink lips, and then slowly inch by inch disappearing from sight was so amazing that I had trouble breathing as I watched it. Once it was in, she started bouncing up and down on it with the same wild enthusiasm that she’d displayed while she was sucking my cock. I couldn’t get over the awesome the sight of her firm breasts jiggling up and down or of her face etched with a look of extreme passion as she bounced her sumptuous ass again and again up and down my stiff shaft.

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Having my own daughter riding me like a bucking bronco was a totally new and erotically unbelievable experience. When Monica leaned down and her tongue slipped into my mouth I found myself wondering again how many cocks that supple tongue had licked. I don’t know why but there was something exciting about my cock being where so many other cocks had been. That was when I grabbed my daughter and rolled her over on her back, and moved between her legs. She spread them wider and drew her knees towards her chest as she grabbed my hips, pulling me towards her.

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Family Secret

Part-2-of-2

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She let out a high-pitched squeal as I entered her. Soon her long legs were up on my shoulders and she was moaning and gasping in time with my steady, powerful thrusts. As she urged me on, her hands gripped my ass as if she was trying to pull me in deeper and deeper each time I plunged into her. I pumped her methodically, roughly pushing my cock all the way in, slowly pulling it almost all the way out and then slamming it back in so callously that our flesh made slapping noises when they connected.

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Caught up in the frenzy, Monica started ramming her crotch back into me even harder. In seconds, amid her garbled moaning and gasping, I heard Monica choke out the words, “I’m cumming. Oh, god, I’m cumming.”

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Unable to hold myself back any longer and I finally gave in to the moment. Tightly gripping Monica’s hips, I bucked furiously into her as I uncontrollably cummed long and hard into her electrified pussy. Monica’s gorgeous ass bounced wildly on my cock, her clutching vagina sucking the cum out of me as if it were a mouth.

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Spent and exhausted, the two of us collapsed onto the bed. Afterwards we lay there naked and caressed each other as, we continued out chat. Monica told me that she’d originally started dancing part time for the money to go to college. She’d signed up for a new class and needed money for the lad fee and books, but she had a bad night. One of the other dancers needed help, so she talked Monica into turning a ‘trick’ with her. Monica told herself that it would be OK because it would just be this once. The money was good and it turned out to be a more pleasant experience than Monica expected, so the next time the other dancer needed help Monica was easier to convince. By the time Monica had turned 4 or 5 ‘trick’ she discovered that not only did she like, but also she had a flair for being a whore. After that, she was so busy turning tricks that her grades suffered and she never even finished the semester. She’d been a whore for now for about a year and a half.

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Because of what I planed on doing to her, I wanted to keep it on a purely professional basis, so we worked out a financial arrangement. Now I’m Monica’s Thursday regular, and when she leaves she has a pocket full of money and a pussy (and belly) full of cum.

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Monica looked so much like her mother that, when I was fucking her, it was almost like old times before her mother and I got married. Except on her best day, her mother could never even come close to matching Monica in bed. Monica’s mother had always been a bit of a prude and like many women, had stopped sucking my cock as soon as we got married. Consequently I had a lot of blowjobs to catch up on, so Monica and I always began with her sucking my cock. Monica, thankfully, had a lot of experience, so she was quite good at it sucking cocks.

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This particular Thursday, Monica had turned 2-tricks before me. Everyone knows that nothing makes a girl hornier than fucking, so when she got to my motel room she was extra horny. Instead of starting off with my usual blowjob, Monica climbed on top of me. Then with my cock buried balls deep in her pussy, she rode me like I was a bucking horse. This was fun for a little while, but I’m an A-type personality, so even when I let the girl take the lead, I prefer to be on top. When I put my arm around Monica and attempted to gently roll us over so that I was on top, Monica slapped my hands away. Then with a strange lustful look in her eyes, she grabbed my shoulders, pinned me to the bed, and continued to roughly ride my cock.

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I have a stubborn streak and will not be pinned by anyone, not even a daughter as hot as Monica. I knew that she worked out at the gym on a regular basis, but I didn’t realize how strong Monica was until I tried to get her hands off my shoulders and her off the top of me. If it hadn’t been for my martial arts training, I believe that I would have had to strike Monica with my fist to have gotten her off. Using a simple martial arts trick, I broke her grip on my left shoulder and rolled us both over with me coming out on top. When I pinned Monica’s shoulders to the mattress, her eye glazed over, and she had the most submissive look on her face that I’ve ever seen on anyone, either male or female. I was surprised to discover that all through our scuffle for dominance, my cock was still buried in her pussy. In Monica’s intensive state of arousal, it only took about 4 or 5-hard thrusts before she was moaning with joy as her body was again racked by a series of mind numbing orgasms so intense that she almost passed out.

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I was so caught up in a combination of anger and sexual arousal, that when Monica’s shudders subsided I grabbed a big hand full of her flaming red hair and drug her face to my crotch. With a feeling of power coursing through my body, I knelt there with a hand full of her hair and watched as Monica meekly licked and sucked her pussy juice off my still-erect penis.

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Physically over-powering Monica, then forcing her to lick her on juices off my cock, gave me a tremendous feeling of power, like a Greek god. I don’t think that I’ve ever felt so powerful in my entire life. A line had just been crossed. Besides Monica being my daughter, in this room I now owned her. She was mine to do with as I pleased. Since she was already down on her hands and knees, I moved behind her. Once in place I made her reach back and insert the head of my cock into her soaking pussy. When I felt its head slid between her moist outer lips, I rocked my hips forward and rammed my cock balls deep into her pussy. I got a perverse pleasure from her loud moans and groans of pleasure as I fucked her ‘dog style’ like the bitch that she was. I’d never fucked anyone like her before, not even her mother. Monica just couldn’t seem to quit climaxing. Eventually, she was so drained that her legs gave way, and she sprawled face first onto the bed. As she laid there gasping for breath, I sat up on the side of the bed so that I could work the cramps out of my legs.

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When Monica got her breath, without being told, she slid off the bed and knelt respectfully at my feet. After a nod from me, she leaned forward and licked my sweaty balls. Licking her way up, she eased back the foreskin and worked on my crown. As she ran her tongue around the base of my head, she gave me a timid little smile as she looked up at me with for approval. When I smiled back at her she leaned forward and slowly engulfed my still erect cock into her warm mouth. She tried her best, using all her professional skills, but even though her mouth felt incredible, for some reason Monica couldn’t seem to make me ejaculate.

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Standing, Monica submissively laid herself across my lap like a naughty little girl. Then with a mischievous smile, she wiggled her naked butt, and told me that since she couldn’t make me cum in her mouth, that she needed to be punished. My blood was still running hot, so I needed no other invitation. Holding her down with my left hand, the palm of my right smacked loudly against the naked flesh of her milky white butt. The third time that my palm connected with her bare ass, she climaxed all over my lap. Soon her eyes rolled back in her head and she was moaning, “Mama, mama.” over and over, as she continued to climax. By the time that I’d administered 10 or 12-more hard slaps on her now crimson butt, tears were coursing down her cheeks as she sobbed for breath.

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After her spanking, I threw her on the bed and knelt between her legs. After wrapping her long legs around my neck, I inserted my cock in her still hot pussy, and started to slowly fuck her. After I’d brought forth another moan from her by leaning forward and gently pinching her nipples, Monica attempted to explain to me why she likes to have her cute little butt spanked. It went back to an incident that happened when she was 13-years old when I caused her first orgasm. She reminded me that her mother had always been the rule maker, and had been very strict and controlling with her and her older brother, especially when it came to their curfew. I, on the other hand, was in charge of discipline and had reluctantly supplied the physical punishment. More than once my belt had come off to smack their butts. Her brother had quickly gotten the point but she never seemed to.

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One Saturday night when Monica missed her curfew, I was waiting for her with my belt in my hand. Monica had always been a ‘willful child’, so instead of quietly taking two or three light smacks with the belt and going on to her bedroom, she argued and caused a minor row. I was never sure how her skirt got ripped off, but by the time her skirt was gone, I was angry enough to grab a hand full of her red hair, and start lashing her across her panty clad butt. Every time my belt cracked across her ass, Monica jumped and ran. Since I had a grip on her hair all she did was run in a circle around me. I didn’t know it at the then, but the third time that my belt smacked across her ass; she had the very first orgasm of her life. I was so angry that every time her foot hit the floor my belt slashed across her ass. And every time my belt cracked across her ass, it left a livid whelp. By the time I’d lashed her about 10 or 12 times she tears were coursing down her face and she was sobbing and gasping for breath. And, unknown to me, she’d had 3 more orgasms. The last, being so powerful that she almost feel down.

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It was a good thing that it was summer, because her ass was so sore that she almost couldn’t walk. She’d had to sleep on her stomach and sit on a cushion to eat. According to Monica, it had been worthwhile though. The experience had taught her that pain and sex were intermingled. By the time she was allowed out of her room for anything besides meals, she’d done a lot of soul searching. She’d come to the realization that she loved sex so much that she was destined to be a slut and that someday she was going to fuck me. Monica even admitted that when she found out that I was fucking a whore from her stable, and that she’d been the one that suggested a 3-some to the other girl and arranged our meeting. She’d had to give the other girl ½ her fee.

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I remembered that night as clearly as Monica did and it had just as great an effect on me as it had on her. The mental image of my teenage daughter stripped down to her panties and getting her ass whipped with a belt was so erotic that I had an instant erection. After I whipped her, I had to lock myself in the bathroom and masturbate. For years I’d beat-off to the image of Monica naked while I whipped her butt. The mental image of Monica of me spanking her panty-clad butt was so inflaming that I had an immediate climax. My sudden orgasm triggered Monica’s orgasm and we both had such powerful climaxes that we both almost passed out.

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Ten minutes later I’d spread Monica’s legs and had my face buried in the pussy of one of the only true red head that I ever eaten, her mother being one of the others. Monica had a clean, sweet-tasting pussy that she adored to have eaten. Monica had her long legs wrapped around my neck and her fingers entwined in my hair as she guided my flicking tongue to her most sensitive spots. As soon as my tongue entered her already wet pussy, Monica began to wiggle her hips around and moan. Moans that turned into a scream as she simultaneously yanked my face deeper into her hot pussy and clamped her legs tighter around my neck. Monica screamed as a deluge of her female juices drenching my face, and her body was racked by 3 massive orgasms, one right after the other. For the next 2 hours I was either eating or fucking her pussy. When Monica finally had to leave, her legs were so weak that she had trouble walking.

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Since I’ve been fucking Monica, we’re gotten much closer. During our rest periods, we did a lot of talking. During these talks I found out that Monica, like all true sensuous women, was bisexual and didn’t care if it was a guy or a girl she was having sex with, just as long as she was having sex. Monica was obviously multi-orgasmic, and into all kinds of kinky sex. I'd always though I knew a lot about sex, but Monica was teaching me things that I never even dreamed were possible. She even promised to introduce me to anal sex and light bondage.

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I’ll say one thing, spanking Monica’s naked butt now is a far cry from spanking it when she was young and a hell of a lot more fun.

God, its nice having a whore for a daughter, but its even better having a submissive little slut whore that you’re fucking for a daughter.

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The end

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