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Heavy snow had fallen over the Kansas City metro with four inches already on the ground with more on the way. With the impeding blizzard Mrs. Jackson wanted to grab some groceries for the weekend. The hot wife felt the stare from many men, even those shopping with their wives, at the stores she visited. She was dressed in a black sweater, a tight pair of blue jean jeggings with black leather boots. The jeggings, tucked into her boots, made her fit legs look even longer. A black leather xxx completed her outfit as her brown hair flowed in the wind of the pending snowstorm. The hot wife couldn't help but smile at the looks she received.

Her children were at a play date with Sofia Martinez's children after school and her husband was off in New York for a weekend business meeting. As the sexy wife drove home she tried to focus on what she should make that evening for dinner but she couldn't help but feel the wetness between her legs. She glanced down at her xxx. She wanted to spend sometime alone before the kids needed to be picked up. Just the thought of lying naked on the bed, a quiet house, and her fingers made her panties become saturated with her juices. It seemed she constantly wanted sex from Fred but he was always working long hours to make ends meet. The hot wife still hadn't found a job in the horrible economy, although at her husband's urging, she had submitted her application to participate in the Mrs. Missouri pageant. Fred was very excited to have her enter the contest and told her he had no doubts she was going to win. It made her feel so good that Fred had so much confidence in her. She wanted to win, not only for herself, but for him as well to reward him for working hard as it was going to be expensive to travel and do the things required for the pageant.

Her husband was http://www.porncc.org/hot-wife-katie-katie-naughty-weekend-t180482.html tired when he got home from work daily and the stress that came with the long hours took a toll on him. She didn't blame him for being tired as she remembered the days when they both worked and how they were never spontaneous but that was before everything changed on that afternoon. The wife couldn't wait to feel her husband's cock explode in her mouth and reward her with his hot sperm. When she picked him up at the airport on Sunday maybe she should devour him in the parking garage. Just thinking of doing something so naughty made her pussy tremble.

She tried to clear her mind on what she could do this weekend without her husband. Maybe just curl up on the couch in front of the fireplace with a good book while the kids played outside or a nice glass of wine as she watched it snow. No matter how hard she tried to get it out of her mind; her thoughts came back to getting fucked. She wanted her husband to do her hard from behind; ram his thumb up her ass; force his cock down her throat and have him squirt his cum down her throat.

Katie drove down the interstate and off to the side of the road she saw the sign for the adult theatre where Fred took her last year. Her face felt flushed at the thought of what she had done. Never in her wildest dreams would she have done what she did; but yet her husband encouraged her. Butterflies jumped in her stomach as she remembered the night and how she gave her husband a blowjob in front of everyone; how the men jacked off as they watched her; how she loved every second of it.

She swallowed hard as she felt her own juices seep into her panties. She slowed as she passed a car accident and thought it looked like her friend Sheila. The same friend who was now fucking her obese neighbor Phil. The well hung man hadn't called but Sheila was always over at his house at least two to three times a week for the past month. Katie could only imagine what the disgusting neighbor was making her do. She quickly turned off the interstate, against her better judgment, and pulled into the adult bookstore's parking lot.

Her mind focused on one thing as she stared at the entrance as she tried to get the nerve to go inside. She pulled out her purse and counted her money; she didn't want to be short. She definitely didn't want to use a credit or debit card. Katie felt the moisture between her legs as her body knew what it wanted. She glanced into the mirror and took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She quickly told herself that this was normal and this was why they have stores that carry items like she wanted. She opened the door to her SUV and walked inside. Her denim jeggings clung to her ass; her black boots were about calf level with her pants tucked neatly inside of them. Her small perfect breasts poked out of her sweater as her leather xxx clung to her shoulders.

As soon as she entered; she immediately felt the stare of a few men who were looking at the movies and magazines. Katie didn't make eye contact but swayed her ass as she walked in. The sound of her boots echoed as she strolled across the tile floor. She glanced at the doors to the theater where she allowed a guy to use her feet to jack off as the butterflies soared in her stomach and felt her own wetness in her lace panties.

Her eyes darted around the store as she spied the large pink dildo on the display shelf. The same one she had looked at with Fred. He asked her then if they should xxx it but she said it was too big; but that was before Phil had blackmailed her and gave her a taste of his massive cock. She pulled the box off the shelf. It was bigger than she remembered and her juices continued to flow. The hot wife walked directly to the counter and laid it down.

The female clerk didn’t say anything but just rang up the xxx. Although she felt nervous, Katie was sure the clerk had seen things she never dreamed of. She quickly paid with xxx as the clerk placed her purchases into a sack. Katie stuffed the change into her pants pocket and was out the door and back in her SUV. She quickly started it, sat back and gave a sigh of relief. She pulled the box from the sack and scrambled to open it. The hot wife pulled it from the package as she wrapped her small delicate fingers around it. The dildo was at least 12 inches long with a large base. The texture felt like a real cock. The girth was bigger than Phil's and definitely bigger than her husband's. Katie's hand rubbed over her crotch and couldn't wait to get home for an afternoon filled with pure naughtiness. Her pussy trembled at the thought of ramming the fake cock into her while lying naked on her bed.

Mrs. Jackson was soon on the interstate and drove as quickly as possible in the blizzard. Her cell phone rang but she didn't want to be distracted as the storm increased in severity. Her cell phone rang again and again but she continued to ignore the calls.

She arrived home safely, quickly unloaded and put away her groceries. She glanced down at her xxx and knew she still had a few hours before the kids would be dropped off which was more than enough time to satisfy her hot desires.

She kicked off her boots by the front door and darted upstairs. Katie's hand shook as she pulled off her sweater and slid off her jeggings. The hot wife quickly pulled off her moist panties and jumped into bed. She reached into the sack as she pulled out the large dildo and wrapped her fingers around it. Her other hand darted between her legs and began to flick her fingers across her perfect folds of her pussy. She held the cock up to her lips as she forced the fake cock past them. It filled her mouth like no other cock as her fingers entered into her wet love canal. The hot wife thought of her husband and wished he was home but as she pressed the cock further into her mouth, as she wished it was real, the vision of her well endowed neighbor's cock entering her mouth was all she could concentrate on.

The horny wife spread her legs wide as she pulled the saliva covered cock from her mouth and pressed it against her vagina. Slowly she felt the head press into her opening as she moaned loudly in her empty house. Her hands shook as she grabbed the cock with both hands and slowly forced it deeper into her.

The phone rang again as the cock was barely inside of her. Mrs. Jackson sighed at the distraction. Maybe her husband was stuck in the snow? Maybe something happened to the kids? Without looking at the caller ID, she quickly answered, "Hello?"

"It's about time you answered" Sheila screamed into the phone.

"Hi to you to," as she pulled the cock out of her.

"Katie, I need your help" The hot wife knew immediately what the buxom manager was talking about but she was determined to not get involved.

Katie let out a sarcastic laugh, "I've helped you enough Sheila."

"You don't understand," the buxom manger said with desperation in her voice.

Mrs. Jackson sighed long into the phone, "What now?"

"I'm sure you've seen that I've been over at Phil's a couple of times. He wanted me to give him a ride to the hospital and on the way he had me make some stops at the bank for him," a distinct panic was heard in the manger's voice which was not like her.

"So," was Katie's only response.

The big breasted manager explained further, "He had me deposit checks that were from the State of Missouri but they were payable to Maureen Dorman. Do you know if that's his wife? Is he still married?"

Katie perked up. That did sound strange, "She died a few years ago. Are you sure?" as sat up in bed. Her hands still shook as she held the dildo.

"Yes I looked at it while in the drive thru and he got really upset with me and told me to mind my own business," she continued to explain.

The hot wife looked at her new toy as she gripped it in her hand, "What do you want me to do about it?" Katie wondered how it would feel to have such a large object stuffed completely into her.

"Do you think he's doing a something illegal? I mean," Sheila paused, "with your banking experience does it sound strange he would have these checks? Would I be in trouble?"

Mrs. Jackson tossed the toy in the middle of the bed, "Maybe. I wouldn't put it past him," Katie thought back to her training at The Bank of the West when they talked about Thomas Parkin. He was a man who lived on the east coast who kept the state thinking his mother was still alive so he could collect her benefits. The bank gave a long training exercise about him so that it wouldn't happen in any of their branches. She looked out the bedroom window towards Phil's house, "I always wondered how he could stay in the house next to us after she died."

"So you'll help me then?" the buxom manager begged.

"What do you want me to do Sheila? Why don't you stop going over there?" Katie cringed at what she just said. It made her sound jealous of what she was doing.

"He has an appointment at 3:00," Sheila explained, "I can't pick him up so he's catching a ride with his lawyer or something. I need you to go over and see if you can find a check or something."

"You want me to go over when he's not home?" Katie was flabbergasted that her friend would ask such a thing.

"It's not like I can snoop around his house when I'm there," she retorted.

"Why can't you do it now?" questioned the hot wife.

"I have a meeting with the board today. Besides with your banking background you would know what to look for; I wouldn't have any idea," rationalized her friend.

The hot wife was instantly perturbed at her old friend. Maybe it had something to do with that Sheila couldn't do it because of her job. The same job she threw in her face when they were both over at Phil, “I don't think so. You are on your own." Katie hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed.

The phone rang again and Katie refused to answer. She grabbed her new toy and laid back down. It rang again and again. Instead of just unplugging it from the wall she picked it up and pressed a button, "Sheila I'm not doing this"

After a short pause, "Wouldn't it be horrible if Fred found out about you and Phil?"

"You wouldn't dare" the hot wife scolded, "Besides he wouldn't believe you anyway."

"I'll have Phil confess to him. If I just let him fuck my ass or cum in my mouth; he'll do whatever I want," Sheila confidently stated into the phone.

The hot wife paused and she pondered her situation,” Well I need a job."

"What are you saying Katie?"

"I help you; you help me. You get me a decent paying job at the hospital. Not some crappy secretary job."

Katie heard Sheila sigh, "Okay, but I can't make any promises. I will go down to human resources and I'll see what I can do for you."

"Okay, and I'll let you know," retorted Katie.

Sheila was overjoyed, "Thank you thank you thank you He should be leaving in a half hour for his therapy appointment. Call me when you get home."

Katie shook her head in disbelief that she would agree to something like this. But if she could get a job out of doing this then it may be worth it. Maybe Sheila could use whatever information she could find to stop Phil from blackmailing them. She threw her new toy into the dresser drawer as she quickly got dressed.

The hot wife paced in front of the window as she watched as Norman William's Lexus SUV pulled into Phil's driveway. She knew it wouldn’t be long. Mrs. http://www.porncc.org/hot-wife-katie-katie-naughty-weekend-t180482.html Jackson went into the den and grabbed a flash drive from her computer and within 20 minutes, just as Sheila said, Phil and Norman backed out into the snow covered street and drove away.

The hot wife was quickly out the door leaving her footprints in the snow. She ran up the front steps and knocked on the front door to be sure nobody was home. She glanced down the street as she tried the door handle but it was locked. She ran around to the backdoor and it was locked as well, "Shit" Katie exclaimed.

Snow coated her hair as the intensity of the storm increased. She peeked in the window next to the backdoor and the latch appeared to be open. She pressed the window trying in vain to lift it. Suddenly the glass shattered and fell onto the ground, "Fuck" escaped Katie's lips.

She glanced around, and not seeing anyone, she reached in and unlocked the back door. She opened it and darted inside. She spied a pile of bills on the kitchen table. She looked through them but nothing jumped out at her as being odd. The hot wife quickly moved from room to room looking for anything that could show if Phil was involved getting improper benefits from the state.

She bolted upstairs and into his den. The same room where she was fucked by Phil and sucked Norman's cock.

She flipped through paperwork next to his computer and discovered pages of pages that were sent to the state that were signed Maureen Dorman. It became fairly obvious that Phil was making it look as though Maureen was still alive and collecting her benefits. She had seen similar documents while working for Bank of the West during her training films.

Katie quickly scanned the documents into the computer. As the computer hummed along she looked around the room; the same room where she was nailed from behind by Phil while she devoured his lawyers cock. The hot wife inserted her flash drive into the computer and began saving the documents she had scanned in.

The hot wife looked in folders on the computers desktop and located more evidence including conversations he had saved with representatives with the Department of Revenue. It was obvious he wanted to keep his stories straight with the different agencies. She directed them to her flash drive as well.

As it was saving the information she clicked on other folders. Phil had thousands of adult movies and pictures. He had subfolders that were labeled 'anal', 'facials', 'double penetration', and even 'triple penetration'. More and more subfolders of porn Phil had broken down to categories. The hot wife opened each one and her stomach turned at the site of beautiful women getting filled by large cocks. She began to transfer moves and pictures onto her flash drive as well. Another subfolder was labeled 'Katie'. Her heart sank as she opened it. It was photos of her outside with her family, working in the yard, and even naked pictures taken from Phil's window using his camera into her own bedroom. The wife felt violated but knew better then to delete them.

The horny wife came upon a file labeled 'Sheila'. Katie gasped as she found videos and pictures of the old man fucking the buxom manager. It looked like a web cam, and judging by Sheila’s face, done without her knowledge. She examined each picture intently saving files every so often.

The sound of the front door opened echoed in the house. She froze in fear as she quickly piled the documents on the table where she found them, as the door then shut. Voices could be heard downstairs and she walked half ways down the stairs leaving the flash drive in the computer. She glanced back towards the computer screen and information was still being saved onto the drive.

She heard Phil's voice echo from down below, "It'll be hard for Mike to get here if it keeps snowing like this,"

Norman's voice trailed, "What time are is he coming over?"

"6:30 or 7:00," Phil's husky voice echoed through the house.

The old lawyer friend asked, "What time is the entertainment arriving?"

Phil chuckled, "Nine o'clock but I'll be she'll have to cancel because.. What the fuck??" hollered Phil.

The hot wife cringed as she knew Phil just discovered the broken window. She looked around frantically for an exit but she knew there was only one way out and both men were at the bottom of the steps.

"I bet it was those damn kids screwing around by my house," Phil yelled as he opened the back door.

Silence fell into the house as she heard Norman whisper, "The floor's wet."

Katie took a deep breath as she tiptoed further down the stairs. She came around the corner as she saw Phil and Norman as they both inspected the broken window. The melted snow puddles on the floor lead right to the steps to go upstairs. Mrs. Jackson knew it wouldn't be long before they found her. She took a deep breath as she walked around the corner, "I'm sorry about your window."

Both men jumped at Katie's voice, "What the hell are you doing here?" Phil grimaced.

"I'm sorry" the hot wife replied as she retreated to the front door.

Phil grabbed the phone from the counter and handed it to Norman as he walked closer to his lovely neighbor, "Call the police Norman Tell them we've caught a thieving little bitch"

"Wait" Katie shrieked as she turned around, "I didn't take anything It's not like that"

"What the hell are you doing here? What did you take?" as Phil grabbed her arm, "Why the hell did you break my window?"

"It's not like that" Katie pulled away not knowing what else to do or say.

"Why the hell would you break out my window?" Phil yelled as snow was coming in through the broken glass as he grabbed a hold of the biceps of her arm.

Katie thought for a moment as both men stared at her. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She couldn’t believe Sheila had talked her into this. Her mind was blank.

"Let's just call the police Phil and let them handle this," Norman replied.

"Please don't call them," Katie pleaded.

Phil's face reddened, "I can't believe you robbed me What the hell did you take?"

Phil began to pad her pockets with his plump hands. He reached into her pocket and pulled a couple of twenty dollar bills from her xxx at the adult bookstore. He held the xxx up in the air, "Didn't take anything? You fucking little thief" as coins from her pocket rolled onto the floor.

Katie tried to take it from him, "That's mine I went shopping earlier"

He laughed as he mocked his neighbor, "Sure it is..." as Phil also grabbed her cell phone from the same pocket.

Norman quickly dialed 911, "Yes we need to report a burglary," he spoke into the phone and walked out of the room. Phil's face was red from anger as he stared at the hot wife.

Tears welled up in Katie's eyes. She was so mad at herself getting talked into this by Sheila. She knew better that to trust her old boss and friend.

Norman walked back in and tossed the phone onto the table "They are on their way Phil."

"Good," he replied as he kept a tight grip on her arm.

"They said it could take awhile because of the storm," Norman explained as he tried to cover the window with a piece of cardboard.

"Sit down" Phil ordered the sexy neighbor as he pushed her down onto the sofa, "It's going to be awhile."

Katie immediately put her head into her hands, "Please just let me go home."

The old neighbor laughed, "Are you serious? You steal from me and you want me to let you go home?"

Both men stood before the hot neighbor and watched her as they waited for the police to arrive. Phil's cell phone rang loudly on the table. He looked down at the caller ID and over at Norman, "I knew this was coming." He quickly picked it up, "Hello?" he answered as he left the room.

Katie turned to Norman, "Please let me go; it's not the way it looks. I just thought," trying to think of something to tell him.

Phil stormed back into the room, "I told you she would cancel tonight."

Norman http://www.porncc.org/hot-wife-katie-katie-naughty-weekend-t180482.html looked back at Phil, "I'm sure Mike will be disappointed. It's his last weekend before being deployed isn't it?"

"Yeah for another year," the old man glanced out the window, "Fucking weather."

Phil stared at Katie for a few moments, "Norman could you do me a favor and use the snow blower on the driveway? Mike will be here in a few hours and my back is aching."

"Sure, I'll get it opened up," he looked over at his friend as he put on his xxx, "Don't do anything stupid."

"When the cops show up; just tell them to come in," Phil instructed Norman but as soon as the door shut Phil turned towards his sexy neighbor, "Now, why did you really break in?"

"It was just..," her mind raced for an excuse, "I saw it was broken and wanted to make sure nobody was breaking in." Her face cringed as she said it knowing it probably sounded as stupid as it sounded.

Phil laughed as he walked over to the window, opened the door and looked out, "Only one set of foot prints" as he pointed towards the ground. He held up his phone and snapped some pictures before Norman used the snow blower. He slammed the door shut as he grabbed the cardboard and repositioned it to keep snow from blowing in. He held up his phone, "The cops will need these photos as they'll be covered by the time they get here. He walked into the living room and stood above the hard bodied wife, "I'm waiting for your reason."

Her demeanor suddenly changed as a thought entered her mind to get away from him, "I just..," the hot wife knew she couldn't reveal her true intentions. He would without a doubt shred, delete, or throw away anything that implicated his fraud, "Our house payment was due and I needed money."

Katie soon had tears flowing down her face. Her hazel eyes glistened wetly and she sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dorman. Really I am. Please try to understand. The house payment was due and I didn't know what to do."

"So you rob me?" Phil scolded her, "How many times have you done this?"

"Only this once" Katie cried. "I swear it Mr. Dorman, please don't think I'm a thief"

"When somebody steals, they're a thief," he said flatly.

Katie felt herself losing ground fast. Maybe this wasn't the right approach to take, "How can I make you understand?" she pleaded.

"There's nothing to understand," Phil said.

Katie felt whipped. She heaved a sigh of resignation. "What are you going to do?"

"What else?" Phil said with a shrug, "Make a report to the police"

Katie gasped, "Please I'm begging you I made a mistake Please call them back"

The old man stared at her for a few minutes and crossed his flabby arms, "Well, what can you do for me?"

"What do you mean?" Katie asked as she looked up at him. Her mascara had turned her cheeks to a blackened mess.

"My nephew is coming over tonight and our entertainment can't make it because of the weather," the old man confessed.

"What? You want me to be a stripper?" she fumed.

"No, I just want you to attend dinner with me. Escorts do more than just strip or fuck" Dorman's laughter filled the room, "Would you rather have the other option?" grinned the horny old neighbor

Panic seized Katie, and her heart pounded crazily behind her small perfect tits. "No, of course not."

His eyes ran over her brunette hair, pretty face, sexy mouth and small jutting tits. His arms still crossed across his flabby chest as he awaited her response.

She looked up at his white greasy hair, naughty eyes, and grinning mouth. "What do you want me to do?" she asked weakly.

Dorman laughed at his neighbor, "I just want a lady to hang out with me tonight. We're going to have a nice dinner and just visit. Let's just say you can be my date."

Katie shuddered at his proposition. Lies filled her mind of what she could tell Phil, "I can't. Fred and the kids will be home."

Phil thought for a moment, "I'm sure you'll make time," he said with a sigh. "knowing what the alternatives are."

The hot wife knew her husband would be gone. Who could possibly xxx her children, maybe the Lee's next door could xxx them?

Phil smiled broadly as he sat down next to her and pulled her closer feeling her small body in his hands. "You know I really missed you."

Without even looking at him, "I'll do anything. Please," Katie begged, "Please don't report me."

"Anything? It's quite a burden to work off don't you think?" grinned Phil.

"I made a mistake," Katie looked over meekly at the old man.

Phil leaned into her as his lips puckered. The hot wife looked at him with fear as she extended her hand and stopped him from getting closer.

"Hmmmm, I don't think you are serious about anything," Phil exclaimed as he pulled back, "I don't think you've realized the consequences of your actions."

Katie moved her hand down to her side as Dorman grinned from ear to ear as he whispered, "That's better". He leaned cautiously forward as the old man fully expected the hot wife to move back or raise her hand again but she didn't move. He continued forward until he pressed his fat lips against Katie's small perfect mouth.

Dorman pressed his lips harder against the sexy wife's as he kept massaging them. His large nose pressed hers backwards. Katie, much to Phil's surprise, equaled his kiss and moaned into his slobbering mouth. The hot wife's stomach turned while they were lip locked. Her hands moved to the side of his face where she ran her fingers through what little hair he had left. Their lips remained locked as his fat tongue flipped in and out of her mouth.

Katie continued do the unthinkable as she returned his wet kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. Moans of protest were now groans of pleasure as she whimpered into his open mouth. Her tongue licked the underside of his, her face moved sideways to allow his kiss to become deeper, more sensuous. Their tongues twirled upon one another. His tongue was thick and strong as she knew the pleasures it had given her. As much as it nauseated her to kiss the old man; he knew how to use his mouth.

Phil broke away and breathlessly spoke, "Wow" He reached over and grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the police and stood up and repositioned his obvious erection in his pants. He walked into the kitchen as Katie overheard him cancel the complaint to the police.

The old man came back to the living room and sat down beside the relieved wife, "I've wanted to taste those lips since http://www.porncc.org/the-best-nude-sex-scenes-celebrities-movies-t217214.html the moment I saw you."

"I know," Katie teased him as she patted his knee. She quickly stood up and backed towards the door as she cleared her throat, "My husband will be home soon," lying to the old man.

Phil, with a gleam in his eye, "That never stopped you before."

"I really should get home," Katie announced as the old man stood up next to her.

Phil reached out and pulled her close as he pressed his sloppy lips against her as he kissed her freckled face. He licked his tongue into her ear and whispered, "I've missed that mouth of yours."

He pulled back and stared into her eyes, "Sheila can't suck a dick to save her ass and I've been in dire need of a really good blowjob."

If she could just get home, she could make up another excuse to not come over later in the evening. She wasn't even worried about the flash drive; her mind just focused on getting out of his house. She could tell Sheila what happened and that the evidence was in his computer room and leave it up to her to get it. Once she got it Phil could no longer hold anything over them with the threat of sending him to jail for fraud.

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She had exploded in righteous anger. "Don't try and put the blame on me! I didn't come out there to have sex with you. I just came to say goodnight and you're the one that got all hard and sexed up and wanted to do it with me. And you know what, I would have let you. I would have let you fuck me because your hard cock felt good and I'm desperate for any kind of affection from you! Don't you understand? I wanted you to fuck me."

And then in a softer tone. "Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might like it."

My daughter Tracie, now 18 going on 19, had just spewed these words at me after a heated argument. I was sitting in my favorite chair after leaving her bedroom following the argument, letting my mind wander, thinking of her accusations and remembering many of our times together. Her words stung and were still reverberating in my ears, taunting me into action. I had a lot to think about.

I should have slapped her, or beat her ass for talking to me that way. She wanted ME to fuck her, her dad? There was no doubt she looked gorgeous and had a terrific figure. And was it true I hadn't shown her much affection? Had I failed to be a loving and caring father?

Now she was 18, with only a couple of months remaining in her final year of high school. At the end of the summer she would be leaving home to start college. Sometimes I thought the time couldn't pass fast enough, just to get her out of the house, other times I felt pangs of guilt because I had missed most of her growing up years and now I wanted to make up for lost time.

I drifted back in time and recalled scenes of pleasurable interaction with her. I remembered when we were playing a silly game of 'catch and tell'. I think she and her friends made up the rules but it was kind of like playing tag. If you can catch the other person then they have to tell you a secret. I thought it was kind of stupid and obviously childish. I didn't particularly want to play but heck, she is my daughter and it's a father's parental duty to entertain and do things you don't want to do. I was pleased that she even wanted to play with me as her friend so to speak rather than treating me like a parent that is from another planet. It's nice when your kids trust you enough to let you participate in their world.

It was my turn to catch her and she ran through the house as fast as she could to get away from me. She screeched and screamed as she ran as fast as she could, her long hair flying side to side, her arms all akimbo and moving like miniature windmills as she sped around corners and through rooms at full tilt. She was much quicker and more nimble than I was. I came close to getting her a few times but each time she managed to duck under my arms or slip out of my grasp and get away, as though she was greased.

At some point I realized I was having fun, enjoying myself in a freedom I hadn't experienced in a long time, and it wasn't because of the game itself. The more I touched and grabbed at her the more I was stimulated and excited about chasing her down. She became the prize that I wanted but there was never a conscious thought about molesting her or physically abusing her whenever I eventually caught her. I assume I am no different than most men, the thrill is in the chase, in the attempt to capture. There is some truth in the old joke that says you wouldn't know what to do if you did catch her. I just became aware, as a man becomes aware, of her legs, her slender hips and her ass as she ran in front of me. I wanted what she seemed to offer.

It probably took about ten minutes before she made a mistake. She had gone into the bedroom and was trying to dodge around me when I was able to wrap my left arm securely around her waist. She squealed in frustration as I pulled her to me and enclosed her with both arms so there was http://www.porncc.org/guilty-pleasures-t179747.html no escape.

We were both panting and a little exhausted from the exertion of running around the house. I backed up to the bed and fell over backward onto it, pulling her down on top of me. It wasn't hard to do because she was a pretty lightweight kid. I was uncomfortable with my legs hanging over the end so I scooted further up onto the bed moving her with me as I wiggled myself up higher. When I got to where I wanted to be I put my legs together and let her lay full length on top of me. She apparently didn't think there was anything unusual about it as she made herself comfortable, catching her breath.

My adrenaline was racing and it felt wonderful to hold my skinny little prize close to me. Her hair fell on my face and my hand automatically caressed her from the small of her back up to her shoulder blades and under her hair to the nape of her neck. I didn't want to move as we listened to each other's breath slowly become more regular.

I became conscious of her weight on me. I loosened my bear hug on her and she promptly raised herself up on straightened arms, bending upward from the waist.

Several buttons on the bottom part of her blouse had popped loose from my grabbing and pulling at her as I chased and tried to catch her. The blouse wasn't on straight now and the bottom of it had ridden up to the bottom of her ribcage. The lower buttons had all come undone and the blouse flapped open almost to the top of her chest. Her little breasts were like two beacons, pink, swollen hard, and inviting. They were still quite small, protruding only an inch or so from her chest but they pulled at my eyes like powerful magnets.

To my great dismay I started getting a little hard. I didn't know if she could feel it or not. I held my breath and hoped she didn't notice and wouldn't say anything like asking what was it was. She just lay there on top of me being very still and quiet, breathing hard.

My wife and I had recently been discussing the need to get her a training bra since her breasts were becoming very noticeable under her t-shirts and blouses. She was quickly changing from a child to a young adult before our eyes.

"You owe me a secret now," I said, trying desperately to find something else focus on.

"I know, I'm thinking of one to tell you."

A minute of silence followed and I wished she would hurry up before I lost control of myself. "I think we should get up now sweetie".

"I have my secret ready but it really isn't a secret."

"What is it then?" I asked.

"It's something I know, but you already know it too."

"Ok, why don't you just tell me. We can still count it as a secret if you want to."

"Well, uh....um... I don't know if I should say but, uh..., I can tell you are hard. There! That's my secret."

My mind started racing. I immediately rolled her off me then and sat on the edge of the bed with my back to her. I knew I had to talk to her whether I wanted to or not and I had to do it immediately.

"We need to have a serious talk sweetheart. About what just happened, ok?"

"Sure. Are you mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I'm not mad at you honey, and you didn't do anything wrong but you need to know a few things about the facts of life and the birds and the bees. You know what I'm saying here?"

So we had a long talk where I did most of the talking. I could tell she didn't really want to discuss the birds and bees because she thought she knew what it was all about or because she was embarrassed discussing the subject with her father. I know I was embarrassed when my own Dad broached the subject with me. I explained the whole process of intercourse, reproduction, male/female relationships and the inherent dangers of a daughter and father relationship when sexual emotions get out of control. I don't think she understood much of that part. She interrupted me a couple of times to inform me she already knew that stuff from her health class. I finished by telling her in a nice way that because she was my daughter I couldn't allow what had just happened to happen again.

Her head was hanging when I finished talking and she didn't look at me directly. "But doesn't it mean you like me a lot when you get big? When it happens to the boys at school they say it means they like you. Is that true? I think it is cool when you get hard because then I know you love me a lot too. What's wrong with that?"

Her innocent comments made me squirm with excitement. Listening to her talk I became hard again but I wasn't comfortable. It wasn't easy but I explained how the boys were trying to manipulate the girls and the dangers involved. I explained to her again that love and sex are not the same thing and that I could love her very much without getting hard.

Tracie sat on the edge of the bed lost in her own little world. She buttoned up her blouse and didn't say a word. What was going on in her mind? She seemed to be staring off into space. Was she confused, upset, angry? From her reaction and comments I knew I had awakened something sexually in her.

"I shouldn't have done that sweetheart. I'm sorry. Lets go get something to eat ok?"

We went to the kitchen and after eating a sandwich for lunch we were standing at the sink putting the dishes away. I hugged her to try to convey to her that all was ok, that I loved her. I didn't want her to think I blamed her for what had happened, or I that I was angry with her or anything. I patted her back and ruffled her hair as she looked up at me. Then she said those words that tear the heart out of every father; "I love you daddy."

"I love you too sweetheart, very, very much."

I was a little concerned but I didn't say anything more to her. I wanted to instruct her not to tell her mother about the game and her 'secret' but I knew that was risky. Most of the time as soon as I said not to do something, it was the very thing she went and did. So I kept my mouth shut and prayed a silent prayer that I she wouldn't say anything. After a while it became apparent she hadn't said anything to her mother and probably was not going to. We, or at least I, had my 'secret' intact for the time being.

For a few days my mood swings were wild ups and downs. I knew I had teetered on the edge of being in big trouble because deep down in my inner core I had a very strong desire to have sex with her and I wanted to be the one to 'teach' her about sex. I alternated between disgust and loathing for myself for wanting to have sex with her, and the desire to raise her with moral values, to be the best father she could ever have. I chose to bury my desire for sex with my daughter and the only way I knew how to do that was to suppress the origin of those desires.

Shortly after this incident with Tracie my life as I knew it began to fall apart. For much of the next five years or so my memory is a blur, particularly in regards to Tracie. Unfortunately I just didn't have the time to devote to her because my wife's illnesses suddenly became terminal and demanded my entire attention.

She became bedridden and lost all control of her bodily functions, including the ability to feed herself. We didn't have health insurance and we both agreed that I could probably do a much better and more humane job than the professional caregivers, and at less cost. So I quit my work to spend full time looking after her at home.

Trying to raise Tracie at the same time was very difficult and as a result my close relationship with her changed. Our relationship became more than a little stormy as she grew through her teenage years. I became very strict and demanding. We fought and argued about many things and I meted out discipline to try to keep her in line and to raise her with some sense of values. As she grew into her teenage years she became more rebellious and difficult. She resented my authority and domination over her and as a result she seemed to do all those things that she knew would irritate and anger me. I didn't like the way she dressed, she wanted a tattoo and a piercing (I hit the roof and she didn't do it), and I didn't like her choice of friends.

It took three long years for my wife to die. When it was finally over I was utterly and completely spent, emotionally, physically and financially. I was a wreck, like a zombie. After her death I had no emotional currency left in my account.

.Tracie turned 18 while her mother was still very ill. It was during the last year of my wife's illness that Tracie and I slowly came to a better understanding of each other and started to tear down the fences we had built over the earlier years. I thought how unfortunate it was that it took a death to finally resolve an ongoing battle of wills.

She had quickly blossomed into a delightful young woman during my wife illness. Many times she was very helpful and seemed to have a better understanding of my despair and emotional needs than I did. She had made several comments about how I needed to get out more and start living again but I didn't pay a lot of attention to her. I ignored her advice because I didn't give her much credit for knowing anything about living and dying. I found out later how wrong and insensitive I was.

A couple of months after the funeral I was watching the 10:00 news in my pajamas before hitting the rack. About half an hour earlier I had heard Tracie cleaning up in the kitchen and then it became quiet in there. I assumed she had gone to bed but I was mistaken. She came out to say goodnight.

"Hi Honey, I thought you had already gone to bed. It's getting late you know and the dawn comes early."

"Yeah, I'm going right now. I just had a shower and came to bid you adieu, http://www.porncc.org/hot-explicit-celebrity-sex-scenes-movies-t282370.html or bon soir, or however those crazy Frenchmen say it."

"Is it ok if I sit on your lap for a while? I'm feeling a little sad and need a hug. I'm kind of missing mom tonight."

She turned and flopped herself onto my lap, leaning back against my chest and resting her head on my shoulder while digging her bony shoulder into the side of my ribs. She smelled soapy clean and her hair was soft and silky against my cheek. She was wearing her favorite floor length, pink polyester nightgown. The material clung to her body, highlighting her puffy breasts that poked up under the soft silky fabric. Gentle folds cascaded down from the pinnacle of her nipples. With each breath her breasts were rising and falling beneath her gown.

I wanted to caress them and feel their weight in my hand. I instantly became semi-hard. "Oh, God, please, please don't let this happen," I thought. She squirmed in my arms, pulling herself upward to get more comfortable, pressing into my semi-hard penis when she moved. I thought she did it in all innocence but the effect on me was electrifying. My cock blossomed to fullness, brushing upward against the inside of her thigh as it grew to full length.

She turned her head toward me and smiled. "Dad! I think you're missing mom tonight too. That's pretty cool." She giggled, sighed, tucked her head under my chin and moved her butt again, this time on purpose.

I had to get her off, and quickly. I sat up quickly, supporting her with my hand in the middle of her back so she wouldn't fall back onto me. Now she was siting straight up in front of me, her legs between mine with her feet on the floor. My hard-on was between her legs, pressing against the front of her pussy.

"Get up right now and go to bed sweetheart."

"Why? I don't want to."

"Because I said so and that's the only reason you need. Now go. You're too old to be siting on my lap."

"Come on Dad! I am not. I'm not a little girl anymore so don't treat me like one. I like it here."

"Go! Now!" I was pushing her up but she was pushing back, resisting.

She put her hands on the armrests and raised her butt from my lap. As she started to get up my hard-on dragged across her bottom from the front of her pussy to the back and when it came loose it sprang back like it was spring loaded. She gasped a loud "Gosh."

My cock was standing straight up in a raging hard-on. As soon as her weight lifted off me she immediately lowered her butt again until I stabbed her in her ass cheek. She quickly swiveled her ass side to side while suspended over me, once to the right and then to the left. My swollen cock head snapped into and then out of her crevice and then plopped in again as she deliberately rubbed her pussy against my erection. The movement was slick and easy against the polyester of her nightgown. It was over within seconds, before I could react to stop her, but the message was clear.

She pushed herself to her feet, half shouted a "Goodnight dad!" and ran from the room, down the hallway to her room, giggling like a little girl.

Was she mocking at me? Did she think this was funny?

Sexual thoughts of all kinds instantly flashed through my mind like lightning bolts. I wanted to rip her panties off and push my hard cock into her tight young pussy. I asked myself if I should I take her now, force myself on her and fuck her hot little ass. No! She is my daughter. But she was asking for it wasn't she? I mean she didn't resist me, push me away or anything. She obviously wanted it, the little bitch. If she wanted to fuck that badly I thought, I should show her what it was all about.

I quickly followed in her footsteps as far as the bathroom in the hall. I thought I was going to cum before I could even get it out of my pajamas. I came quickly, in no more than a few seconds. Once, twice, then a violent explosion on the third stroke. It took quite a while for my erection to subside, even after ejaculating. I sat on the toilet seat, collecting myself so I could face her.

I knocked gently on her door. "Tracie? May I come in?'

"Yeah. It's open."

She was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, as though she was waiting for me. She was leaning forward slightly, shoulders rounded dejectedly, pouting. She had tucked her gown under her legs, her nightgown stretched tightly into a tent-like shape.

"I uh,... I'm a little embarrassed about what happened out there."

"Why should you be embarrassed? Anyway, you started it, I didn't."

"Honey, we have to live together and....."

She interrupted me. "You always manage to spoil my fun. It doesn't seem to matter what it is. For half my life you hardly even knew I existed. Every time I try to get close to you or get some affection from you, you push me away like I'm some kind of leper."

"I didn't raise you to act like that. That wasn't what is called 'affection'. What in the hell were you thinking of? That was sex, period. I shouldn't have to remind you that you are my daughter, not my wife or girlfriend, and I don't have sex with my daughter."

She exploded. "Don't try and put the blame on me! I didn't come out there to have sex with you. I just came to say goodnight and you're the one that got all hard and sexed up and wanted to do it with me. And you know what, I would have let you. I would have let you fuck me because your hard cock felt good and I'm desperate for any kind of affection from you! Don't you understand? I wanted you to fuck me."

"xxx your mouth young lady! You're still living under my roof."

"Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might like it. When I try to be affectionate you act like I have committed a crime or something.

"How long are you going to continue living with your guilt, huh? When are you going to let it go and start living again? How long will it take? I know what you did in the bathroom just now. I heard the toilet flush."

I got up to leave. As I reached the doorway she said, "Goodnight dad, I'm sorry I got mad at you."

I stopped and turned back to respond to her and saw she had pulled the gown out from under her legs. She was sitting up straight, knees and thighs exposed. The hem of the gown was bunched up around her hips and one hand was pressing her nightgown close to her body, purposely separating and clearly showing me her full breasts pushing eagerly against the thin polyester fabric.



Her deliberate act of exhibitionism was sensuous and sexy. As soon as I focused on her I became instantly hard again. I quickly turned toward the door and stepped into the hall but not before she noticed my erection. Safely in the hall, I stuck my head through the door and said goodnight. She was smiling. I wasn't about to reprimand her. I had had enough confrontation with her for one night.

So there I was, sitting in my chair listening to her words echo through my head. She had said she wanted me to fuck her. "Well maybe you should try it sometime. You might like it."

Her words and my reflection of the past few years made me I realize that my life currently held nothing that was soft, pretty, or feminine. I had been drifting aimlessly from one day to the next for a long time. I was neither interested nor ready to start dating yet my life had been so dark and miserable for so many years I needed some beauty, something soft in my life. Even with her open invitation to have sex, I didn't think it was right to be thinking of incest with my daughter. Again I resolved to resist her.

During the next few days we successfully managed to avoid each other. We didn't talk too much. She knew I was angry with her and I knew she was pissed because I had rejected her and hurt http://www.porncc.org/hot-explicit-celebrity-sex-scenes-movies-t282370.html her feelings again.

A few days later I was doing laundry and happened to pick up one of her bras. I poked my fingers into the soft, silky stretch fabric of the cup, mentally measuring and visualizing the size of her breasts. I thought of how sexy, young and vibrant she is. I dug around in the laundry basket and soon found a pair of her panties. I sprouted an erection as soon as I felt the soft nylon material in my hand. The more I touched and fondled the panties the harder and hotter I got.

I brought them to my face, breathed deeply. A faint but unmistakable odor of her essence filled my nostrils. Pussy, sweet smelling pussy. I realized that the fires I thought I had stomped out had only been smoldering quietly and patiently under the surface of my awareness, as though waiting for the slightest breeze of opportunity to fan them into an intense inferno.

That night while lying in bed, all my memories of Tracie came alive in my mind and bombarded me in a kaleidoscope of images that tumbled over each other in a mad rush to be chosen the main stimulant. All my past memories were there, and I took the liberty of stretching those images into fantasies of things that had never really happened. For the first time in a long time I felt good. I had something to focus on other than myself and I felt alive.

I was so turned on. My cock was thick and very hard with an intense image and desire. I lay in bed and couldn't keep my hand off my erection. Time after time my hand slowly and deliberately brought me close to an orgasm as I imagined Tracie and I having illicit sex. I stroked slowly and deliberately, feeling the outer layer of skin slide smoothly over the rock hard meat beneath. Several times I brought myself near the point of ejaculation but I stopped and let myself subside before bringing myself back up again.

Every time I did this I knew I had produced an additional supply of semen since I could feel the heaviness of it in my penis. Eventually my cock became extra sensitive even to my slightest touch. What an exquisite feeling to keep coming to the precipice time and again! Finally, with an image of my girl sitting on her bed opening her gown and then her legs, I touched myself one time too many and my pent-up cum juice erupted like a volcano from my swollen, hard penis. I exploded in my pajamas and felt the hot semen as it spread and soaked through my pajamas into my hand. I made a mess but it was worth it.

The very next day I started looking at her in a new light. I observed her body and how she carried herself, the style and fit of the clothes she wore, her breasts, ass, narrow waist, legs, face, soft hair, everything. But I felt so guilty I was afraid to tell her what I really wanted.

Our relationship since the argument was still pretty cool towards each other but after a few days we were talking again. By now I suspected she still wanted to get me into bed and was actually trying to seduce me and I was still resisting.

Several months earlier she had finally got her driver's license and like all young people she constantly wanted the car. At that time I still couldn't afford a second car for her so we had to share. If we both needed the car at the same time we could usually work out some kind of arrangement. She always wanted to drive, even if I was going to keep the car and pick her up later. I loved to xxx her get buckled in because the shoulder strap, crossing the middle of her chest, accentuated her breasts beautifully. It separated her pointy tits and made them look huge.

One day she came to pick me up at the office after work. I jumped in the passenger side and secured the seat belt. By the time I finished she was already starting to pull out into the traffic, looking over her left shoulder to check for oncoming cars, twisting her upper body against the seat belt. She looked delicious. She was bra-less under the soft cotton T-shirt that was stretched tight across her nipples.

I was looking at her as she straightened the car out and got into the flow of traffic. "Honey, if I were driving I would have had an accident by now. Why do you insist on going out in public without a bra?"

She apologized for the way she was dressed. "I'm sorry, Dad. I had to leave in a real hurry to get you and I just forgot because I was in such a rush. Just look at the road instead of me, ok?"

Then she straightened her back, dropped her right hand on the steering wheel, and peered intently out the windshield. Meanwhile I spent the entire drive home with a hard-on, wishing I were still a teenager.

One night I was still up watching the end of the late news when Tracie came in from her date with Mark, her boyfriend.

"Hi honey, you're home early. Isn't Mark coming in?"

"No, he went home. I told him I was tired and I have to get up early tomorrow."

Did you guys have fun?"

"Yeah, I had a good time. We just went to eat and then to see a movie." She gave me a little hug, as was her custom when coming home.

"We went to the Bocca Grande restaurant and I pigged out. Probably put on about 20 lbs. Anyway, after that we went to see that new movie they have been advertising, the one with Tom Hanks. It was pretty good if you like that sort of thing."

"I have an early day tomorrow and I am so tired I'm going to bed. Would you mind doing my dress for me please?" She turned her back to me so I could loosen the top of her dress. I unhooked the catch and pulled the zipper down to the middle of her back. "You know better than that. Unzip me, all the way down. You men are impossible. I'm not going to bite you. Sometimes you have to be a contortionist to get unzipped from these things."

I slowly pulled it down, listening to the raspy sound of the zipper. The dress relaxed its tight grip on her, revealing a V-shaped expanse of smooth skin that tapered downward from the top of her shoulders to her waistline. The zipper reached the very bottom, exposing the top of her white lace panties. She was not wearing a bra.

"Don't you wear a bra anymore? http://www.porncc.org/guilty-pleasures-t179747.html Do you have no shame?" It was more of a statement than a question and I didn't mean it to sound critical, but it did. My throat felt tight and constricted. My voice sounded funny to me and I thought it would expose me.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about. This dress doesn't need a bra smarty." She turned to face me, holding the top of the dress with both hands at her shoulders, making sure it didn't accidentally slip off.

"I think you're embarrassed. You are aren't you? Well, you shouldn't be. Anyway, when it is zipped up it has plenty of built-in support and it's much more comfortable to wear without a bra. And for your information to make you feel better, Mark has no idea I was bra-less tonight. One more thing, you shouldn't be trying to tell a woman how to dress. Just tell her she looks nice and you will be OK."

"You look nice." I meant it.

She laughed. "Thanks. But next time try saying it without being prompted. Goodnight. I'm off to bed. Got a big day tomorrow."

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Toni looked up and realized that her father was staring at her boobs.

She was sitting on the living-room floor at nine o'clock on an ordinary Tuesday night. Job applications, envelopes and copies of her resume were spread from hell to breakfast all around her.

Mom had told her that since she was out of high school but only taking a few classes at the community college, she'd have to get a job and pay them rent for the privilege of getting to live in the same room that had been hers since she was a baby. Rent and her own phone bill, but Mom added – like she was doing a big generous favor – that Toni would not be expected to kick in for groceries and other utilities. Big of her.

And here was Daddy, staring at her boobs. Like he was in a hypnotic trance or something.

She glanced down. She was wearing torn, faded jeans and one of his hand-me-down denim workshirts with the sleeves rolled up. The top button was missing and the next one down had come undone, and the front of the shirt gaped open, showing the edges of her bra and a deep shadowed valley of cleavage.

He hadn't realized yet that she'd caught him looking. If she gasped and snatched the shirt together, he'd know. It'd be awkward. Embarrassing. What would he say? What would she say?

But she couldn't very well sit there giving him an eyeful ... it was Daddy, for crying out loud! Her father!

And what the hell was he doing, anyway? The pervert. The dirty old man. She was his daughter! His nineteen-year-old daughter, with his wavy black hair and his bright blue eyes. He had no right to be ogling her like she was one of those girls from his magazines.

Oh, yes, Toni knew all about the magazines. The ones he kept in the drawer of his bedside table. Magazines full of tit-shots and beaver-shots, with ads in the back for phone-sex hotlines and escort services. She knew about the videos, too. And the porn on his computer.

The way she figured it, Daddy was a man and men were all alike ... men were pigs. Men looked and men drooled and men jerked off in the lonely dark.

And here he was, looking at http://www.porncc.org/daddy-wouldn-dare-t180625.html her. That was really kind of sick. She ought to glare at him, let him know he'd been caught in the act. See what he did then. How would he explain it away?

Toni picked up another application – several stores out at the mall were hiring, just her luck – and pretended to go over it. She felt flustered and indignant, but at the same time strangely powerful.

After all, he must think she was worth looking at. That was flattering, in a way. Toni was aware that she had a decent body. Her waist was maybe thicker than she'd like and her legs a little chunky, but she had big plump tits and a killer ass.

So let him look. Let him have his eyeful, the old pervert. It wasn't like he could do anything about it. Take a picture, Daddy, it'll last longer.

She leaned way over, reaching for one of the farthest applications, and her breasts bulged into the gap of the shirt. One nearly popped out of its bra cup – the bra was on the skimpy side for someone as endowed as Toni – and she imagined Daddy's eyes nearly popping too. Was he over there wishing, sending mental vibes, hoping for the next button to slip its hole? Hoping for a glimpse of areola?

This was ... almost fun. Wrong, but fun.

Toni risked a sidelong peek as she sat back up. Daddy's face looked flushed, his gaze fixed on her chest. His throat moved as he swallowed.

Acting like she was concentrating, like she had forgotten he was even there, Toni rolled over so she was lying on her belly, propped up on her elbows, chin in hand as she pretended to study the application. Her boobs were pushed together, Cleavage City.

She twiddled a pen between her fingers, then inserted the end in her mouth and nibbled on it thoughtfully.

Another peek. Daddy was definitely red in the face. All of a sudden he sort of twitched, and cleared his throat, and rustled his copy of TV Guide. He looked guilty and ashamed.

Power. Yeah, it was a feeling of power. If he felt guilty, that was good, that could be useful, she could work that in her favor to make him side with her against Mom when they had another of their eternal arguments.

Daddy fidgeted in his chair. As he crossed his legs, Toni glimpsed what might have been a lump at his crotch.

Was that what she thought it was? A hard-on? Eew. Okay, that was gross. Guilt was one thing. Turned on? That was something else.

Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was going to do anything about it ... well, except maybe ... next time he ...

No. Daddy wouldn't. Daddy wouldn't dare. Not thinking about her while he did it, anyway. That would just be too wrong.

But it'd also be kind of ... hot.

A warm tingle rose into her cheeks. Great, now she was blushing! And her nipples had puckered into hard little peaks.

What was she thinking?

God ... she never should have broken up with Devin. The lack of a steady boyfriend was turning her into a sex-maniac. And if she was getting all heated up by imagining Daddy imagining her while he jerked off, she must be really desperate.

She squirmed her hips, telling herself to ignore the fact that she was feeling a little steamy down there.

It didn't help that Daddy was kind of a hunk for a guy almost fifty. All her friends said so. Mom's friends said so, too. He had that short dark hair salted with grey, like George Clooney. Dreamy blue eyes. A slanted grin like Harrison Ford. He jogged, and worked out four times a week, so he was in good shape and didn't have a potbelly or saggy muscles.

Mom certainly never complained. Toni heard them sometimes, rattling the headboard in their bedroom on the other side of the wall. By the sounds of it, Mom always enjoyed herself. Hell, she howled like a catamount in heat.

And these were exactly the wrong sorts of things to be thinking about.

A dull, hot throb pulsed in her pussy and nipples. Toni was breathing too fast, chewing on the end of the pen so hard she left marks. She had been gazing blankly at the same application for several minutes, the lines of type so insensible they might as well have been in hieroglyphics.

God, she was horny. She missed Devin. At the time, dumping him had seemed like the right thing to do. He was a grabby, selfish, sulky bastard who had cheated on her with one of her former best friends. But right now she would have welcomed his hands all over her.

She wished they were up in her room ... the two of them alone in the house ... music playing ... and Devin at the edge of her bed holding her knees over his shoulders while he pumped his cock into her like a big meaty piston into a greased sheath.

Her jeans were too tight, rubbing against her, creating a friction both infuriating and delightful. There was no way she could finish the applications. Not in this state. She could see herself trying to fill in the required fields, and where it said "sex," instead of circling "M" or "F," she'd scribble "YES!" in stark black letters.

Toni started gathering up the paperwork. Daddy glanced up from TV Guide, his features carefully neutral and his eyes not straying lower than her chin.

"Done already?" he asked. His voice was mostly even, and if she hadn't been specifically listening for the huskiness, she would have missed it.

"I'll do them tomorrow," Toni said, standing. "I'm tired. I've got to go to bed."

"It's only nine," he said.

"Yeah, well ..." She made a show of yawning and stretching, realizing too late that when she did, she caused her tits to jut out, the nipples still erect and making little tents in the denim.

TV Guide trembled in Daddy's hands. His gaze dipped lower. Toni pretended not to see.

What was the matter with her? Sick, sick, sick ... but she was getting a charge out of his discomfiture. It was funny to xxx Daddy struggling, wanting to look but not daring to look, even when it was on display right in front of him.

She dropped her pen and bent over to get it. The front of her shirt drooped. In the instant before she straightened up again, she was sure that if he'd been looking just right, he would have had a spectacular http://www.porncc.org/full-sex-tape-celebrities-explicit-sex-movies-t282578.html view. She almost wished she wasn't even wearing the bra.

And she was sure that she'd been right earlier. That was a lump in his crotch. A sizeable one. He was wearing sweats, which didn't conceal much.

That weird dirty sense of pride struck her again. He had been looking at her. Gotten stiff looking at her, even though she was his own daughter.

Or maybe even because she was his own daughter. Forbidden fruit and all that. The absolute ultimate forbidden fruit.

Toni went upstairs to her room and dumped the stupid job applications on her desk. She thought about Daddy downstairs and wondered what he was doing. He wouldn't really be fantasizing about her, would he? That would be so wrong. Wrong of him to be down there in his chair with his hand inside his sweatpants, curled around his cock and rubbing, while he remembered the way her tits had looked.

He wouldn't. Not right in the living room like that. No, he'd wait. He'd get in the shower, all hot and wet and soapy ...

Her knees went weak and Toni had to sit down. She couldn't believe she was being so affected by something that should have horrified and offended her. This was Daddy she was thinking about, her own father! Why was she sitting here envisioning him masturbating? And worse, thinking about her while he did it?

Daddy wouldn't do that. Daddy wouldn't dare.

A new idea hit her then, one that she didn't like at all. Mom would be home soon from her shift at the casino, and what if Dad took Mom up to their room, stripped her, and fucked her ... while seeing Toni in his mind's eye? What if he thought of Toni as he was sucking on Mom's tits, as he was sticking his cock in Mom's mouth?

And she'd be right in the next room. Hearing them through the wall. Hearing Mom moan and wail, hearing the headboard clatter and the bedsprings squeak.

Was she ... was she jealous?

That was crazy. She wasn't jealous. If she was, that'd mean that she wanted to fuck her Daddy, and she didn't. It was revolting.

What did she want, then?

In this state, she could hardly think straight. Toni knew she had to do something about it or she'd never be able to get to sleep. But she couldn't very well call up Devin and ask if he wanted to come over. She was on her own.

She peeled off the snug, faded jeans. She could see herself in the full-length mirror, the tails of the denim shirt hanging partway down her bare legs, black hair tumbled over her shoulders. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes smoky, her lips full and shiny as she ran her tongue across them.

Slowly, putting on a show for herself, Toni unbuttoned the shirt and let it hang open. Her skimpy white panties were sheer enough to let the black tuft of her pubic hair show through. The crotch of the panties was damp, clinging, outlining the cleft of her pussy.

If Devin had been here, he'd be on his knees in front of her, trying to remove her panties with his teeth. She'd be feeling the humid warmth of his breath on her skin. And when he got them down, he'd push his face between her legs, his nose in her thatch, his tongue snaking out to tease her clit.

Toni closed her eyes, imagining Devin as she shed her shirt and bra, then rolled the panties down her legs and kicked them away. Devin ... bronze surfer-boy hair, broad shoulders, narrow hips, that lovely long slim cock.

She fell back sideways across the bed, sliding her hands down her belly, pretending they were Devin's hands. Devin's fingers, stroking her pussy lips. He had been a bastard, all right, but he had been good for one thing anyway.

As she slipped two fingers into herself, she imagined Devin on top of her, Devin's cock driving wonderfully deep, moving slow but forceful. Devin's ass flexing.

Biting her lip to keep from moaning, Toni plunged her fingers wetly in and out of her pussy. Devin ... Devin fucking her ... so good ... his balls slapping her ass on each downstroke ...

And then, unbidden in her imagination, she saw the door to her room burst open and Daddy was there, an enraged Daddy dragging Devin off of her, pummeling him, shouting curses, kicking at him as Devin scrabbled frantically for his clothes and then leaped out her window into the night.

Daddy turning toward Toni as she still lay spread-eagled on the bed, too shocked to move or cover herself ... Daddy sweeping his hot gaze down her body, lingering on her upthrust nipples and the pouting, glistening pussy open and ready ...

With a harsh sound, she yanked her hands away and sat up. Her chest was heaving, her eyes wide.

"Oh, God," Toni muttered. "God, you're disgusting to even think about something like that."

But was it so bad just to daydream about? It wasn't like anything of the sort would ever really happen. If Daddy had barged in on her and Devin, he wouldn't have gone into a fury and chased Devin out. He would have stammered and blurted an apology and gone out fast, shutting the door in his wake.

And he never would have ...

Of course, until this evening she hadn't believed he ever would have looked at her that way. Staring at her tits. Not like he was marveling in that sad-amazed fatherly way over how much his baby girl had grown ... ogling her. Like she was one of the girls from a magazine. Not seeing Toni. Only seeing a pair of round, ripe young boobs ... and maybe thinking what it'd be like to wedge his stiff cock between them and titty-fuck her until he shot all over her face.

Toni groaned, and a stab of heat lanced up from her pussy.

Had he been thinking something like that?

What difference did it make if he had? He knew it was wrong. Why else would he have gotten all flustered? He'd been blushing. Ashamed.

She had done that. Had made him hot. Made him hard. Made him think those things.

Without trying, even. It almost made her wonder what she could do if she really set her mind to it. She could probably drive him crazy.

Weirdly, that notion served to make her hornier.

It had to be the power thing. Good old-fashioned feminine mystique.

God knew she'd enjoyed it with Devin and the other boys in high school. Being able to control them with a smile, a suggestive licking of a pencil eraser, an accidental flash of panties ... hadn't she and her friends always gotten off on that in a big way? It was funny, watching guys stumble all over themselves, trying to be cool when they were slobbering like dogs.

Naturally, the same tactics would work on older men. Hadn't her friend Sheila used them to good effect on Mr. Wharton, their math teacher? Sheila had given him the works, sitting in the front row with her knees apart, acting like she was oblivious to the fact that he could see all the way up her skirt, brushing her tits against his arm when asking him about an assignment ... by the end of the semester, poor Mr. Wharton had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

But this wasn't a teacher. This was her father!

And if Mom found out ...

Toni winced. Mom wasn't going to find out. Daddy wouldn't be stupid enough to eyeball Toni's boobs when Mom was in the house. Besides, this had probably been a one-time thing. A momentary lapse. He'd just happened to notice. For all she knew, he might have been thinking about someone else. Might have been reading an article in TV Guide about one of his favorite actresses, and that was what had given him an erection.

Yeah. As if. It had been her boobs.

She heard the shower start in the master bathroom, off of Mom and Daddy's bedroom.

A cold shower? Or the hot, soapy, steamy one she'd thought about earlier? Was Daddy in there right now, unable to get his dirty mind off Toni? Was he using the hissing sound of the spray to cover his grunts and gasps as he lathered up his cock and fucked his hand?

Was he fantasizing about her? So what if he was? It was only fantasy. It couldn't hurt anybody. No one would ever know. Even if they were thinking about each other at the same time, that didn't mean anything. It still wasn't real.

Toni burrowed her hand between her thighs. She rubbed in slow circles, remembering the glazed look on Daddy's face when she'd caught him staring down her shirt ... remembering the way he had crossed his legs and the cloth of his sweatpants had momentarily pulled tight against the long firm shape of his cock ... how he had reddened, and averted his eyes ... his shame ... http://www.porncc.org/full-sex-tape-celebrities-explicit-sex-movies-t282578.html his guilt ... he was probably in there right now, calling himself all sorts of vile names ... disgusted with himself even as he worked his cock faster and faster through a clasping glove of suds ...

She came with such intensity that a nova of white light seemed to burst silently in her head, dazzling her vision and making her ears rush with a dizzy swooning sensation. She fell sideways on her bed, thighs clamped on her hand, and curled in the fetal position. The room spun and seesawed around her.

When equilibrium returned, Toni carefully sat up. She felt weak all over, and thoroughly mortified. The idea that she had brought herself off while thinking about Daddy thinking about her ... God, it was awful. It had felt so good, but was awful all the same.

The sounds of the shower had ended. Toni listened intently for movement in the next room.

Wouldn't it have been funny, wouldn't it have been a good joke on her, if there was a peephole in the wall? Like something she would have expected if she had a perpetually horny kid brother, trying to spy on her while she changed ... but what if it had been Daddy instead? What if he'd come up and turned the water on for cover, to make her think he was taking a shower, while he was really hunkered down with his eye to the peephole, watching her through the wall?

Watching her while she ...

Oh, God. The light had been on, and she'd been bare-ass-naked, splayed out across the bed for all the world to see, fingers buried in her sopping-wet pussy. What a sight! Ha ... if Daddy had seen her like that, he would have kicked down her door and ...

No, he wouldn't. What was she thinking? That he'd have gone crazy with lust, become some sort of raving fuck-beast? Burst into her room, his huge throbbing hard-on leading the way?

And there she'd be, so close to coming that she wouldn't be able to stop ... but maybe he would have yanked her hands away and dropped on top of her ...

"Stop it," Toni told herself. She felt a flutter of rekindled interest way down deep, and forcibly put it out of her mind. She got into a sapphire-blue satin sleepshirt, turned off the light and crawled under the covers.

This was really getting wrong. Twisted. Trip-to-the-shrink and tell me about your parents, Dr. Freud ... gross. Like that Oedipus thing, only for a girl ... she thought there was a syndrome or a complex about it, but damned if she could remember what it was called. And anyway, it was sick. Daydreaming about having her Daddy fuck her? Sick, sick, sick.

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 This was probably not a good idea. No, this is definitely a BAD idea. Once again, thinking with my dick, I knew the law of averages was decidedly against me this time. There's no way I could ever get away with this one, without it coming back to haunt me. Weighing the outcome, I made my decision. I will just tell her there was too much at stake. She'll understand. Then, maybe she can help ME understand!

Our discreet, forbidden relationship started a month ago, but actually the story began some 14 years past. My wife and I had been married 10 years, when her sister's family came to visit us. Her sister's two girls, Sherry and Teri also came along. Both girls were cute, but with her naturally platinum hair and facial features, Teri was already in a league of her own. At sweet sixteen Teri displayed all the signs of blossoming into a beautiful woman. The family visit was uneventful, and we didn't see them for another two years.

It was on our trip to visit them that I realized what a difference two years can make! Teri must have grown a foot, standing eye-to-eye with me, at 5'9". That was not the only anatomical change. Her perfectly toned body had lost all the baby fat. In its place, was a trim, statuesque blonde with what seemed to be an incredible set of tits. Her girlish facial features had also matured into the face of a stunning model. Her natural, carefree air and grace reflected a less than virginal sense of sexuality, but she was void of any knowledge of how to flaunt it. Her lack of ability to flaunt and flirt was largely do to her mother's overwhelming influence. Several years later this detrimental relationship worsened with her parents divorced.

The following twelve years were nearly unbearable to xxx. Teri's relationships with men were all short-lived. Her boyfriends (now men), could never quite live up to her mother's expectations. Thus, they couldn't measure up to Teri's impossible demands. Her exquisite figure and features only made for other problems. Every available, healthy male was attracted to her body and surface personality, but soon found that there was no sexuality to go along with it. Her mother's puritan assumption: "If you’ve got it - DON'T DARE flaunt it", didn’t help the situation. Teri’s lack of self-awareness led her to develop a total lack of self-confidence. She hadn't learned to exhibit or accept human frailty. Instead of looking for Mr. Mostly Compatible, she was still hopelessly lost, waiting for Mr. Impossibly Perfect. She was learning, the hard way, that playing a 30-year-old Snow Queen was not a role she relished.

WEEK ONE

Last month the planets must have properly http://www.porncc.org/zorg-video-edits-new-and-same-rare-celebrity-videos-t285613.html aligned. One weird coincidence fell into place, that otherwise would have never happened. Once a month we (my wife and I) could expect a visit from her niece. As was the custom, Teri stopped by our house, on her way home from work one evening. That particular night, my wife had to work overtime and called to say she would be tied up for hours. When Teri arrived, I gave her the news. At first she acted a bit perturbed.

"Well Donny, If you don't mind, I just have to crash a bit?" She said, flopping into a chair.

Clearly, she was exhausted and I offered her a drink to unwind. She was still dressed in her corporate garb, a subtle xxx with matching skirt. We nursed our drinks and she started to unload. Feeling like her whole life was closing in around her, she described how everybody made inconsiderate demands on her.

"If I'm not trying to please corporate, then it's my mom. I'm not doing anything to please myself, and I seem to alienate any man who tries to hit on me. I'm so absorbed with care-taking, I don't take time to care for myself!"

She went on to cite supporting examples to show the degree of her desperation. Before long, she was in tears. I poured my beautiful, troubled niece another drink and tried my best to console her. I came to her, stood and bent over to wrap my arm around her slumping shoulders. I rubbed her arm and shoulder, as her breast heaved with each sob.

"I'm actually kind of glad that Barb ISN’T here. She always gives me advice. I know she means well, but sometimes it's nice just to have someone to lean on, you know?"

Crouching down in front of her, I wiped away a tear or two.

"You can always feel safe with me, Teri. I'm sure not one to ever give advice," I said, with a laugh.

"If I could just get over being so inhibited around men. I just can't relax and be myself (whoever that is) with them."

I continued to soothe her, with soft strokes on her arms, shoulders and neck.

"Teri, with your body, men are naturally going to be attracted to you. I don't think of that as being a big problem," I stated.

"Keeping them attracted to me is the problem! I can't flirt worth a shit, and my body language skills are non-existent. I feel sensual, but I can't express it. God, why am I telling my uncle this stuff? I'm sorry, Donny."

"Hey, I'm still a guy, like all the rest. Just because I'm your uncle doesn't mean I don't have a sex drive. There's still plenty that turns this old geezer on."

She laughed and apologized.

"If only I could find some single guy out there like you, Donny."

"Hey girl, there's plenty out there better than me!" I said.

"Well I haven't found one yet."

"You probably have met him, and just don't know it."

"What?"

"Perhaps that certain someone didn't recognize the REAL you -whoever that is?"

"That's for sure! Maybe you should show me how to keep them interested?" She asked.

"...and, in the process, we might discover who the REAL you is," I added.

"Yeah, that's sounds great! When can we get started?" She begged.

I told her we could start right now, but there were some things she was going to have to trust me about. I explained that some of the exercises were rather personal and she might even consider them obscene. She was at the end of her rope, and agreed that she would at least try everything I suggested.

The first exercise would be for her to gain total self-relaxation and self-appreciation. I told her to assume any position that she thought would totally relax her. She opted to stretch out on our front room couch. After a minute, she felt bound up in her dress clothes. I offered her a robe and told her to just take off whatever she felt comfortable with. Being the total gentleman, I left the room, while she stripped.

"OK Donny, I think I can relax now," she said, loudly enough for me to hear.

When I came back into the room, I noticed the discarded suit, blouse, xxx and hose. She lay on the couch, with her eyes closed.

"I feel much better now!"

"Nothing binding you? Nothing to stop you from feeling relaxed?" I asked.

She laid deeper into the couch, uncrossed her long legs and took a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, she opened her eyes.

"There is one more thing, but that might not be proper," she wondered.

"I told you that you would have to trust me. Now, what is it?" I asked.

"My, my bra. It's really tight."

"So, take it off. I won't look."

She sat up and unhooked it.

"OK, you can turn around now," she said, with a sigh of relief.

She threw it on the discarded pile of clothes. As I moved the pile to a nearby chair, I couldn't help but notice the conservative bra's size tag, 40DD. Up to that point, I had speculated at her size at 38. I figured she must really wear it tight to hide some beautiful knockers. What a shame.

She began taking deep breaths and I had her tense up and release specific areas of her body. Merely through the power of suggestion, I had her totally relaxed. These were just routine Lamaze relaxation techniques, but she didn't seem to know that. She was quite amazed at the different states of relaxation she could reach. I told her, with practice, she could do the exercises by herself. I was pleased that she caught on so quickly to the exercises.

"That's enough to learn today. Teri, you did real good!" I remarked.

"You said self-relaxation AND appreciation, Donny. Where's the self-appreciation part?"

"I didn't expect you to be ready for that part already!" I said, smiling.

"Is this the obscene part, Donny?"

"I suppose some people might think so," I said.

"Well, let's say I be the judge of that. Let's try, OK?" She suggested.

I nodded and had her achieve her relaxed state again. I sat down on the floor next to the couch, and lowered my voice to a whisper.

"Men usually require some imagery, when they "appreciate" themselves. Do you need some imagery, Teri?"

"Maybe, this first time, if you don't mind?" She whispered.

No, I didn't mind at all, are you kidding? Just the idea of being this close to her perfect body was giving me a hardon. I began, by describing the features of her make-believe lover: his face, hair, height and body shape. Next, I told her all sorts of wonderful things about their relationship, and how they were true soul mates. When they made love, he only wanted to please her in every way. When I started to describe the intimacies of their love making, she naturally started to use her hands. With her eyes gently closed, I described how he ran his hands up and down her body. She moved her hands accordingly, from her hips to her neck.

"His lips and tongue want to savor the softness of your neck. His tongue needs to outline your supple shoulders, down your arms and your delicate torso. The taste of your skin is like an elixir to him, making him want more and more of you."

Her hands found their way under the robe, and slowly made their way up to her chest. As I described the tenderness of his touch, I could see her fingers lightly teasing her nipples under the robe. It took all my will power to keep from undoing the rope knot holding her robe closed. I could only imagine the beauty that lied beneath. She let out a slow moan, as I prodded her imagination.

"His wet lips and tongue tease at the hardness of your tits, as his hands open to caress the fullness of you."

Her hands cupped her giant melons, putting a strain on the robe. Through an expanded opening I could see one hand massaging her boob. The moaning became more intense, as she licked her lips and quickened her pace. Her hands changed from messaging, to grasping, and back again. Faster and faster the positions changed, and her knees bent and fell in tandem. She was having an orgasm, just by feeling up her tits. That's when I realized I had a truly sexually repressed woman on my hands. Either that, or could she be showing off? I took a pause from my suggestive narrative, and she stopped her movements.

"Gosh, Donny, I'm so embarrassed. I've never done that before!"

"You've never given yourself an orgasm?" I asked, unbelieving.

"No. I have had them before, but only with guys."

"Well, allow me to introduce you to your new, best friend -YOURSELF!" I exclaimed.

"Wow! I liked that a lot, but I don't think I could have done it without your nasty story."

"Teri, if you're going to become totally aware of who you are, you better start using the correct terminology. Number one; there is no such thing as "nasty" to a consenting adult. Those precious orbs of yours are tits, boobs, hooters -whatever. What you just did was cum, or come, or climax, Basically, you had an orgasm. Now, you say it," I demanded.

She repeated the words and phrases, over and over, until she felt comfortable with saying them. She felt sexually self-satisfied, perhaps for the first time in her life. I explained there was much, MUCH more to learn, but that was quite enough for one day. She reluctantly complied, dressed and we said our goodbyes.

"Call me soon, Donny," she said, bouncing to her car.

Call her soon? Whoa, I was stunned! This is my niece! Surely, she's not serious. I soon brushed it off, thinking she was just being nice.

WEEK TWO

It wasn't until exactly a week later, that I realized she wasn't just being nice. That's when the phone rang.

"Hi Donny. This is Teri. You didn't call me!" She said, rather upset. "See, that's the effect I have on men!"

Now I felt embarrassed.

"Gosh Teri, I'm sorry. How are you doing? You sound better."

"Not too bad. Pretty good actually. I've been having titty orgasms everyday now for a week. I even bought a few frilly bras. You should see them. They look great on me!"

"I'm quite sure they look marvelous. So, what's on your mind tonight?"

"Well, you said there was much more to learn, and I've been waiting for my next lesson. When can we get together for that?"

Considering what had happened last week, I decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea to contact her. Besides the uncle/niece relationship and the fidelity issue, there was twenty years difference in our ages. Even if she considered our arrangement as innocent as it appeared, there was something inside telling me not to "go there". I opted to put her off, with excuses, to see if she would take the hint.

"Gee Teri, I've been so busy with work and all. I don't mean to put you off. It's just my job and stuff," I lied.

She had a lilt in her voice. A sense of excitement about her, that I hadn't seen since she was young. It was infectious. She wouldn't let me off the hook and wanted to enhance her newfound feelings. I gave in, and suggested that we could do the next exercise over the phone. Sensing that I wasn't going to see her, she agreed and began her relaxing techniques.

"I put my phone on speaker phone, to leave my hands free," she said, seductively.

She also informed of the fact that she was in the nude. My imagination got the best of me again, and I undid my pants. After five minutes of relaxation, she and I were ready.

"OK Donny, so how will my secret lover please me tonight?"

With the phone separating us, coupled with my visions of her nakedness, I could actually become her secret lover. Instead of referring to "he", I spoke in the first person. She must have moved the speakerphone next to her ear, as I whispered.

"Tonight, Teri I will take http://www.porncc.org/four-weeks-with-angel-t180172.html you to singular heights of passion you've never known. My lips, my tongue, my hands, my whole body is dedicated to bringing you the pleasure you deserve."

Listening, I could hear faint moans and an occasion "yes". I knew I was in control. Just like before, I had her fondle her tits to an orgasm. Now it was time to venture to new frontiers. Once she had regained her normal breathing I started.

"I have to have all of you, my love. I have to touch and taste the essence of you entirely. My hand lightly runs the length of your torso. My fingers feel the smoothness of your abdomen and the warmth of your hips. Moving to your rounded thighs, my fingers are on fire."

"Yes, I feel them," she whispered.

"I feel the warmth of your inner thighs, and your legs part. You want me to feel you. You need me to taste you. My hand reaches to your pussy. You always trim your hair just for me, and my fingers part your sweet lips."

"God Donny, how did you know that I trim down there?"

"Lucky guess," I said.

"Your pussy is already wet for me, and your legs spread apart further to invite my touch. Slowly and gently my index finger finds your clit, while my third finger circles the entrance to your sweet hole."

"Oh God! That feels sooo good. YOU feel so good! Don't stop now," she said breathlessly.

"Your hips rise and your pelvis pushes against my hand. This causes my fingers to enter the warm, wet vagina. I want your now, more than life itself. Your pussy is on fire, and there's only one way to put it out..."

"Do it! Do it NOW, Donny! Eat my pussy! Make me cum. I feel you all around me. I feel you IN me. Fuck Me!" She begged.

"My tongue teases your clit. My fingers spread your pussy wide and my mouth sucks in your hot juices. My fingers are deep in you. Faster and faster, harder, deeper...you are mine. Come to me now, my love. Let your juices fill my mouth. Savor the stinging pain and pleasure of me."

"OH GOD! I'm there! FUCK ME, Sweetheart!"

My hand took one last, long stroke at my pulsating cock, as we came together. I dare not tell her the effect she had on me. I couldn't tell her how the sound of her lust filled me with uncalculated desire. It was the best sex I never had with another woman, and I couldn't tell her.

"Donny, I don't know about you, but I'm in heaven. God, these are sensations I've never felt. I'm almost shamed to say its some of the best sex ever -and you weren't even here!"

I explained that she shouldn't forget those feelings. Now she had some new exercises to practice. She tried to keep me on the phone, but just hearing her voice was making me hard again.

"OK, I'll let you go, Donny, but you have to PROMISE to call me next week?"

"I'll do my best. Take care now and sleep tight," I said.

"Oh, I will sleep like a queen tonight, thanks to you, sweetheart."

When she said "sweetheart", a feeling swept over me. This was a feeling I hadn't felt in years. Strangely enough, it's like riding a bike; you never forget how it feels to fall in love.

WEEK THREE

This was the longest week in recorded history. The days, hours and minutes seem to be moving in slow motion. The mere idea of her filled my every thought. I had to stop several times a day to shake myself back into reality. There was simply no way I could keep up this charade. She really didn't feel anything for me. She was just being her sweet unassuming self. She now had all the tools necessary to enhance her self-esteem. She surely didn't need any further help from a dirty old man like me. I made up my mind. I wouldn't call her tonight. It wasn't right and could only lead to disaster. I finished up my work, threw on my xxx, and checked my email once more, before shutting down for the day.

MISSING YOU SWEETHEART - PLEASE CALL TONIGHT!

That was all the email said. My heart must have skipped a beat, as I read and reread the six-word message, I recognized my fate. I HAD to call her. I HAD to hear that sexy, sweet voice of hers again. Thoughts of her carried me home in a cloud.

I waited until 8:00, and then dialed her number.

No answer.

I let it ring, at least seven times.

Still, no answer.

As I hung up, my body sank. All the adrenaline, the anticipation fell to the floor. She wasn't there, or maybe she was just running late. I waited until 8:30 and tried again.

No answer.

Jesus Christ Donny, get a grip. This isn't high school. The girl is a grown woman. Something must have come up or maybe she wised up to our pointless situation? Whatever the reason, I had to put it out of my..."RING!"

"Donny, what's up? Hey, sorry I wasn't home," said Teri.

"No problem. What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm in a bit of bind, and could really use your help. See, I went to this bar after work, and I think I had one too many. These guys are hitting on me, and I'm...I'm kind of afraid. Do you think you could pick me up?"

"Sure. Where are you at. I'll be right there," I said, anxiously.

The place turned out to be one of those little bars attached to a motel, just off the interstate. I made some lame excuse to my wife about picking up a drunk friend (which wasn't far from the truth). After a twenty-minute drive, I pulled into the dimly lit parking lot.

"Oh Sweetheart, there you are. God, I'm so glad you showed up! I was afraid I would have to ask one of these gentlemen to drive me home," Teri said, in a loud voice.

She was completely surrounded by six guys, all of whom were on the large size -truckers, I think. She made a path between two of them and rushed over to me. She clearly had been drinking. Her dark, conservative suit xxx and skirt were disheveled, and her white, satin blouse was unbuttoned almost to her waist. She was wearing one of her new, lacy bras that showed off her ample cleavage. She saw my eyes light up, when I saw her open blouse.



"Sorry Honey, I was just showing them my new bra. See, they made a bet that I wasn't really a 40 double-d. I had to show them, to win the bet, you know?" She said, giggling like a teenager.

"I'm sure you did. Now I think its time we head home. Get your purse, and let's go," I said, gruffly.

I figured that maybe if the men thought I was pissed, they would leave her alone. She strutted back to the bar and retrieved her purse. Several of the men whispered to her and smiled as she walked passed their leering eyes. She turned back to them and shook her tits.

"Maybe next time, boys. Bye!" She said, seductively.

"Geeez Teri, that was close!" I exclaimed, once we were out the door.

She locked her arm around mine. She still hadn't fixed her blouse, and bumped her tits against my arm, as we walked. Her long, platinum hair flew in the cool, night wind. I let her in the rider's side of my car.

"Gosh, that was fun. I was really flirting with those guys, and it was FUN!"

"Yeah, fun and dangerous! You know, another half-hour and they would have raped you!"

"Oh no, Donny. I might look drunk, but I am in total control," she said, smiling.

"So, that was just an act? Well, you sure had me fooled. OK, now you can fix your blouse. You had your fun."

"Why, didn't you want to see my new bra? It's very sexy -see!"

With that, she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, stuck out her chest and shook her mammoth melons at me.

"You like?" She asked, trying to capture my gaze with her eyes.

"Very sexy. You made a good choice. It compliments your figure nicely." I remarked, nervously.

Sitting there in the dark parking lot, I was beginning to feel a little paranoid. Teri unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse and pulled the blouse and xxx off together.

"Don't you realize, sweetheart, this is all for you," she said, reaching around to unhook her bra.

"The phone call, the bar, my sexy bra, the motel room, its all for you, Donny.

"The motel room?"

"Yes, Dear. Number 12. Right there," she said, pointing into the darkness.

"But...but...we can't," I stuttered.

"I'm afraid you've awakened a sleeping monster, and now you have to deal with it. After our phone call last week, I haven't been able to think of anyone but you. Tell me you didn't like making love to me over the phone?"

"Teri, I think maybe this is more than what we want. I only meant to help you learn how to pleasure yourself, through the powers of relaxation and suggestion," I reasoned.

"So, you never once wanted to touch these, to taste these..."

She dropped her bra and out fell the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen. The huge melons sagged very little and swayed gently, as she lifted one and licked the nipple. Seeing my reaction, she cupped them and mashed them together. My cock was instantly hard, and I tried to adjust myself. She looked down at my crotch and smiled.

"Tell me you want me Donny. Here, taste my tits."

"Oh God Teri. I DO want you. I do want to taste all of you."

"Then?" She begged.

I couldn't stand it any longer, and dove into her tits. I kissed, sucked and lapped every inch of her lovely jugs. My saliva soaked tongue coated her nipples and my mouth tried to suck in each one of the mountains. She moaned and licked in my ear with the wet sound of pure lust. Her hands grabbed at my pants, as my kisses found their way up her neck. Her full, painted lips parted to meet mine. Our tongues met and danced; as I continued to feel her tits and her hands gripped the outline of my hardon. Steam was forming on the windows, when she backed away from our kiss.

"Let's go inside. I want you so bad, Sweetheart," she whispered.

My aroused body was operating solely on impulse power, and the overwhelming impulse at that moment was to have her.

The cruel truth of reality took the form of a cool night breeze. The xxx motel room had all the glamour of a naked light bulb. The aroma of musky nicotine reminded me of a seedy nightclub. Teri led me to the bed, undid her skirt and let it fall. I stood, totally numb, http://www.porncc.org/four-weeks-with-angel-t180172.html staring at her beautiful, trim body. She laid down on the squeaky twin size bed. She was the vision of an angel in hell.

"Teri, honey, this place isn't for you. You're no common whore. It's just not right."

She leaned up near the bed's edge and tried to regain my focus. Her hands reached for my hips and then to my crotch. She unzipped my pants and opened the belt. Without a word she took my now semi-hard dick into her mouth, trying to bring me to a full erection.

"Teri, TERI, stop now," I softly, but reluctantly demanded.

She took my cock out and looked up at me with those angel eyes.

"We simply can't do this. I'm your uncle, for God's sake. You're twenty years younger than me, and I'm married, Dam it! And, this place is a pigsty! -no offense."

A tear fell from the corner of her eye and her face crumpled. She held her face in her hands and started to sob. I had rejected the most attractive woman I've ever known. Am I crazy? Hell YES! I sat next to her on the pitiful bed and put my arm around her.

"Honey, its not you! You need to make love to someone without so much baggage. This could only bring pain to both of us, and Barb. Don't you see that? Huh?"

Her sobs turned into sniffles and she nodded, in agreement.

"Its just...I've never wanted to give myself to someone, like I do you, Donny. Are you sure there's nothing I can do to make you want me?"

"Believe me! You don't have to do ANYTHING, for me to want you, Teri. Every fiber in me wants to have you. Not taking you right now is the hardest thing I've ever done!"

She put her clothes on and kissed me once again, before we went our separate ways. As I drove behind her car that evening, I cursed my devotion to my family, to my marriage, to all conventional wisdom. I had denied myself perhaps the one chance to taste the fruits of a truly beautiful woman. The memory of us wanting each other, but not acting on it, was one I could hardly live with.

WEEK FOUR

That following week was pure hell. Every sweet vision I had of her the week before was now tainted with scenes of her crying. My sadness deepened, when I recalled every detail of my rejection. Part of me died at 8:00 every night, knowing she wouldn't call. Screening my email each morning, it finally sunk in; there would be no more messages from her.

Pulling into my driveway, after a long day of work, my eyes lit up. Her car was in our driveway. Just the idea of seeing her again made my mind race. What was she doing here? Did she still have feelings for me? How could I ever say "no" to her again? I crept in the back door and heard voices coming from the front room.

"Oh Hi Uncle Donny!" Said Teri, as I turned into the room.

There she was, talking with Barb. I was speechless, as I watched them both. Quietly, I listened to their conversation, and often glanced up at Teri. She obviously was trying not to make eye contact, as she focused on Barb's every word. After being ignored for about fifteen minutes, I felt like a fifth wheel and left the room.

So, this is how she was going to deal with it -to ignore me. I was to imagine that our short-lived affair never happened. In all honesty, nothing had happened, so this was probably the best approach. This was the only, healthy, reasonable way for it to end. It would have been quite suspicious, if Teri stopped showing up. I would just have to readjust to life before Teri.

I grabbed a beer and rejoined them. Smiling, I sat down next to my wife and across from Teri. She was predictably dressed in her corporate duds, all prim and proper.

"So Teri, how's work these days? Still climbing the corporate ladder?" I asked, brightly.

"Just fine. They keep me plenty busy," she said, quickly averting her eyes from mine.

"So Donny, how's your job going -still making you work those long hours, I see?"

I gave her some stupid, expected response, and dodged her glance. It was plain that she was uncomfortable with my being there. But, before I could make my exit, Barb jumped up and went to get some picture to show Teri. This left Teri and I alone, swapping shy glances. Seeing Barb coming back down the hall, I stood to leave. Making my excuses, I had to walk in front of Teri. She slyly felt for my hand and slipped me a wad of paper. Clenching my fist around it, I smiled at them and left for the bathroom.

I closed the bathroom door and quickly opened the crumpled note. MUST SEE YOU TONIGHT. THE HEARTH ROOM AT 9:00, T. Instantly, like a sunrise, whatever depression I had disappeared. Like waking from a long sleep, I was invigorated with the idea of being with her.

I showered and dressed, as I heard the front door shut. Teri had left, telling Barb she had a date later. Barb had made other plans for the evening, so she paid little attention, when I announced that I was going out "with the boys".

The Hearth Room was a small upscale bistro attached to the Fireside Inn located in a higher-class section of mid-town. The quiet, romantic rendezvous was often frequented by a middle age crowd. I arrived about ten minutes of nine and found a secluded booth. I ordered a drink and scanned the room. It was a slow night -only six couples.

Glancing down at my xxx, it was 9:00. Looking back at the room, there she stood, radiating sex. She had changed into a stunning red cocktail dress. The backless, low-cut, halter-topped dress came just above her knees, and swayed gracefully with each step. The sheer fabric revealed that she was braless. I stood, smiled and took her hand. She joined me in the booth and said nothing. I started to speak and she put her index finger to my lips. Bringing her lips close to mine, we kissed, as we had kissed before. All the sadness, all the pain of rejection, all complications subsided. As the kiss continued and deepened, she moaned into my mouth. She broke the sultry kiss http://www.porncc.org/zorg-video-edits-new-and-same-rare-celebrity-videos-t285613.html and put her mouth to my ear. Her wet tongue circled my ear lobe and then penetrated my ear. She took my hand and thrust it into her open cleavage. As I felt her nipples harden, she whispered two words.

"Fuck me."

Pulling my hand from inside her halter-top, she brought it to her lap. She hiked up her dress and put my fingers on her naked pussy. God, she wasn't wearing panties! Her pussy was so wet; my middle finger went into her immediately. Once again, the whisper.

"Fuck me."

"Sure you don't want something to drink?" I asked.

"Yes, she purred. I want to drink your hot cum."

She pulled my belt loose, with one, hard yank. Wasting little time, she undid my pants and unzipped me. She took hold of my rock-hard erection, and started to go down on me. Although we were hidden in the shadows, I could see a waitress approaching our booth. I gently pulled on Teri's blonde hair, but she ignored me. Her bobbed up and down on my cock, as the young waitress cleared her throat.

"Uh hummm, can I get you a refill?" She asked me, trying not to look down.

Teri, holding the base of my cock, raised her head and turned to face the waitress.