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“One of the reasons I wanted us to have this mother-son lunch with just the two of us is that there’s something that we need to talk about, Jacob. A friend of mine sent me a picture the other day that was shocking, to say the least.”

“Um, okay…”

“It was a picture of me from when we were on vacation down in the Bahamas. Remember that trip?”

“Yeah…”

“Anyway, I had on that red bikini. You know, the one I bought special for that trip only to find out the top was too big and I kept almost spilling out of it. Remember?”

“I guess…a little…”

“Anyway, someone had photoshopped that picture so that my top was gone and there was something on my face. Something messy and very nasty.”

“That’s weird…”

“I thought the same thing. Especially after I realized that picture was only in our album from that trip. I never put it on Facebook or anything. I was confused until I also realized that the only one in the house that is any good with Photoshop is you.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Jacob, you can be honest with me. Was it you who changed that picture to make it look like I was topless and had sperm all over my face?”

“No…and why are we even talking about this here?”

“Worried someone might overhear? That would be humiliating wouldn’t it? Now try imagining you were a respected member of the community and a mother whose picture was on the internet. Imagine if that picture made it look like you were showing off your naked tits and had someone’s cum all over your face? And suppose people you know, friends and co-workers, saw that picture.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“If you want me to believe it wasn’t you, then tell me who could it have been?”

“It…um…geez. Alright, it was me. I’m so sorry.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Nothing. I just…I just thought you looked real pretty in that picture.”

“And you thought I’d look even prettier with my boobs out and a big load of jizz on my face?”

“Well…kinda. I don’t know. Yeah, I guess it was something like that.”

“Thank you for at least being honest with me. If I’m being honest, I suppose I should admit that seeing what you did with that picture turned me on a little. I thought about how much time you must have spent working on it and how you must have been thinking about me in that way. Not that I condone what you did, but I’ll admit it was exciting for me to imagine you looking at the picture you made and touching yourself. You did that, didn’t you? Masturbate to the image of your mother with cum on her face dripping down on bare nipples…”

“Maybe, yeah, a little.”

“More than a little, I suspect, given that I’ve been playing with myself more than ever since Danny’s mom emailed me that filthy picture. If it can make me that horny, I would find it hard to believe you weren’t beating off like crazy over it. Am I right?”

“Pretty much. I’m sorry…”

“All the sorrys in the world won’t change what you did. It was very disrespectful and embarrassing. That being said, it may also present an opportunity.”

“What kind of opportunity?”

“An opportunity to be more open with each other.”

“Open?”

“About the way we feel. About how we see each other. More open about the things we want.”

“Like what?”

“Like…when you made that picture, whose cum did you imagine it was? Yours?”

“Yeah, right…”

“Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with laughing this off. I’m right, aren’t I? You’ve been masturbating to that picture of me and thinking about how much you’d like to jerk off onto my face. And don’t think I’m going to accept that shrug as an acceptable answer.”

“It’s just that the guys are always talking about how hot and sexy you are and saying all the things they’d want to do with you. At first it made me really mad when they said stuff like that about you, but then one day you were wearing those blue shorts, the ones that are really short and a tight on you. I saw your legs and…other stuff that made me get what they were talking about. I didn’t realize how sexy you were as a woman because I only thought about you as my mom. But…”

“But once you noticed me as a woman it was all you could see.”

“I’m sorry. I hate myself for thinking about you like that, but I can’t help it.”

“Don’t be upset with yourself, honey. Let’s just blame it on hormones and leave it at that. I suppose I have to take some of the blame. I hadn’t considered what affect wearing my shorty-shorts around a growing young boy might have. Now I understand why you’ve been suddenly leaving the room lately whenever I’m around. You don’t want me to see that you have been getting hard-ons while watching me.”

“Uh…yeah. I’m so – nevermind. I can’t help it and I feel like a lowlife pervert but I also really like it. You must think I’m the weirdest kid ever.”

“Not at all, darling. Actually, I’m strangely flattered. I shouldn’t be telling you that, but I like the idea that at my age I can still give a teenaged boy an erection.”

“Even if it’s your son?”

“Especially if it’s my son. It’s easy for your buddies to think of me in a sexual way, but for you to look past the fact that I’m your mom and still get horny over seeing my ass in a tight pair of shorts or my tits practically falling out of my bathing suit is a nice compliment. It probably isn’t normal for a mother to feel this way, but I find it very arousing that you think of me like that when you stroke your cock.”

“I…I…um…”

“Look how red your cheeks are getting. Damn, you are so fucking cute. You’re probably going to jerk off later thinking about the things I’ve been saying. Is your penis hard right now?”

“Really hard.”

“Don’t worry, no one can see. Just keep your napkin in your lap. The truth is, I’m pretty wet myself right now. If you don’t know, a girl’s vagina gets wet when she’s excited the way a boy’s cock gets hard when he’s turned on. If I don’t give my pussy some attention soon I’m going to soak this chair.”

“Mom!”

“Don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who started this.”

“I know, but…geesh…”

“You’re right, having this talk in public was probably a bad idea after all. What do you say we go home and make a real picture?”

“What are you talking about?”

“How about we go home and I take off my shirt and bra. Then I’ll lie on the floor and you can take your cock out. I’ll let you stroke it and you can shoot your load on my face just like you’ve been fantasizing about. No need for Photoshop when we have everything we need to make it real.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Meet me in the family room with your camera if you want to find out…”

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“Whoa! Mom…”

“What is it, Jacob?”

“I…I didn’t know you were going to be all naked.”

“I see you brought your camera.”

“Uh…yeah…”

“Would you prefer me to do this more Playboy…or Penthouse?”

“What do you mean Penthouse?”

“I can pose sexy-modest like this. Or I can spread my legs wide open…like this.”

“Um, okay…Penthouse. Definitely more Penthouse!”

“Don’t just stand there gawking at me, go ahead and take some pictures before I come to my senses.”

“Holy crap, Mom…I can’t believe you’re letting me see you like this. Yeah, squeeze your boobs together like that more. Perfect…”

“I can’t really believe it myself. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe it has something to do with your father losing interest lately. We haven’t had sex in months. I can’t even remember the last time he went down on me.”

“Went down on you?”

“You know, given me head. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about this kind of stuff yet. I’m talking about oral sex, you know – when a guy licks a woman’s pussy, or a woman sucks a boy’s cock.”

“Oh, yeah, I know about blowjobs. I just didn’t know it was called something else when you did it on a girl.”

“So, you’ve never gone down on a girl?”

“Yeah, right, Mom. I’ve never even touched a boob yet.”

“What do you say we fix that right now? You can touch mine if you want.”

“You sure…?

“What’s the matter? You don’t like my boobs, sweetheart? How about if I jiggle them around a little, like this? Does that help?”

“Whoa…yeah…I mean, no! I don’t know. I mean…you’re my mom.”

“And you’re my son. And it looks like my son has a big hard-on in his pants for Mommy. Why are you still dressed, Jacob? C’mon and get naked with me.”

“I can’t lie, Mom…I’ve fantasized about this…a lot. But…”

“But not that it’s happening, you’re scared.”

“A little, but it’s not that. It’s one thing knowing that I think dirty things about you when I jerk off. It’s just that I never thought that you would be like this, too.”

“It must be strange to find out your mother is an even bigger pervert than you are. Is that it? You’re a little freaked out by how much I want to see your hard cock and watch you jack off all over my face. You’ve dreamed about me spreading my pussy lips open for you just like this. You were always safe in your fantasies because you thought I would never do something so depraved. You never thought your own sweet mother would be your willing cum slut.”

“Yeah…something like that, I guess.”

“What you need to do, little boy, is stop thinking with your head and start thinking with your cock. It knows what it wants. It wants to slide up in between Mommy’s big, soft tits. It wants to feel my tongue running all along it. Your cock wants to be in my mouth as deep as it can go. And you want your picture. Your real cum on your mom’s real face. We both want it.”

“Okay, but this all still feels really weird.”

“I know, isn’t it exciting? That’s right, get those pants down…your underwear, too. Ahh, there it is. My son’s cock. So hard. So fucking hard for me.”

“I…uh, I’m sorry it’s not bigger.”

“Trust me, darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. Your cock looks perfect to me. So much more handsome than your father’s…and so much harder. I love the way it curves up toward the end. That’s going to hit the spot just perfectly.”

“What spot?”

“Don’t worry about that now. Why don’t you show me how you like to stroke it? Mmmm…nice. Not too fast, sweetie. We don’t want you making a mess all over the carpet. We want that mess right here on my smiling face.”

“God, Mom, I can’t believe how sexy you look…‘down there.’”

“Down there? Oh, you mean my cunt?”

“Aaahhhh…”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like that word? Or is it that you don’t like hearing your mother talking about her wet, horny pussy like that?”

“No…I, I like it. It’s only that it always sounds like a swear word when anyone else says it. When you say it…it sounds beautiful.”

“Well, have you ever seen anything more beautiful than your Mommy’s juicy cunt?”

“Never…”

“Would you like to give it a lick?”

“You mean, like, go down on you?”

“Sure, why not? How about this, if you suck Mommy’s cunt, I’ll suck your cock.”

“Deal!”

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“Mom, are…are you okay?”

“Mmmm…what? Oh…yes. I’m sorry, honey. It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm like that. When I asked you to lick me, I just thought it would feel nice…I didn’t realize you’d be such a natural at eating pussy. I hope I didn’t frighten you.”

“I thought I was hurting you at first when you started screaming like that, but then I could tell that you wanted me to keep going.”

“You know what this means, don’t you? From now on, whenever your father isn’t home, you have an open invitation to lick Mommy’s pussy whenever you want.”

“Wow…that would be cool.”

“So then you like sucking and licking Mommy’s cunt?”

“Uh huh. It was confusing at first, but then it started to make sense. I was afraid about the taste, but I like…a lot.”

“Speaking of tastes, how would you like to let me suck that handsome cock of yours?”

“Sure!”

“Then get up her and fuck my mouth, you horny little man.”

“Oh…shit, Mom…that’s…that’s so much better than my hand…oooohh…”

“Mmmm…if you think this is good, just wait until I let you put it in my pussy.”

“Are we really going to, you know…do that?”

“Fuck? I don’t see why not. If we can suck each other off, then there’s no reason we can’t take it all the way. Are you okay with that?”

“Um…sure. I know I’m probably supposed to say no, because of you being my own mother, but I can’t think of a reason not to do it except that Dad would kill me if he found out.”

“Then we better make sure he doesn’t find out. Make sure you let me know when you’re about to cum so you can shoot it on my face. I don’t want to screw this up and swallow it all.”

“You would really do that. Mom? Swallow my cum?”

“Of course, sweetie. I love you and can’t wait to gobble down everything that comes out of those sexy balls. Besides, now that I know what a good pussy eater you are, I owe you the best first blowjob of your life.”

“Oh…God, Mom. That feels incredible! How do you get it all the way down your throat like that without choking?”

“Practice, baby. Lots and lots of practice.”

“Oh, yeah. I can feel your tongue moving. Mmm, right there. Oh, God! I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!”

“There you go, sweetie. All over Mommy’s face. Don’t hold back. Just like you dreamed about. Give me all that nasty cream, baby. Make me your cum slut. There you go…”

“You look so much better than the fake I made!”

“Hurry up and get some pictures before it all drips off…or I lick it all up.”

“Yeah, okay. Hold it. Turn this way a little. Good. Wait…just like that. Awesome, Mom!”

“Oh, my. I can taste it on my lips. My baby boy’s cum…I never thought I would ever…mmm, so good.”

“That was the sexiest thing ever!”

“You’re not going to put those pictures on the internet now, are you?”

“Um…no? I guess not, if you don’t want me to.”

“I’d rather you didn’t, sweetheart. But, I’ll tell you what, how about if I let you show them to a few of your good friends?”

“Seriously? They’ll go crazy when they see you like this for real.”

“You know, you haven’t had them all over for a while. How about you invite them for a sleep over this weekend. You father will be away on that fishing trip. It’ll just be you, me, and a few of your horny friends.”

“What are you saying, Mom?”

“What I’m saying is that maybe your little buddies would like to jerk off to the real thing for a change instead of whacking it to pictures all the time.”

“And would you give them all blowjobs, too?”

“Only if you want me to. Would you like that? Watching me suck off all your friends while you watch?”

“You said you’d be my cum slut, right?”

“My, my. I had no idea I was raising such a little pervert. How about you shove that lovely cock in my pussy and we’ll discuss what to do about your friends after you’ve had your first fuck.”

“Sounds good to me, Mom!”

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Teen Titillations

As a horny teen, I often fantasized about my family as I masturbated. But, I also had a reliable set of non-family scenes I would play out in my mind when I wanted to get off. I thought maybe you’d like to get a quick overview of my greatest hits.

Probably one of my most productive fantasies were scenarios involving one of my many male teachers. My favorite was Mr. Kennet. He was young and handsome, had the build of a jock, and the attitude of a man who had a big, thick cock. My fantasy was fairly simple but it always made me cum like crazy. I had to see him after school about my grades. I wasn’t failing (of course), but I was in danger of spoiling my record of straight A’s. Maybe if I wasn’t daydreaming about Mr. Kennet’s fat cock during class I would be able to focus better! My teacher tells me he can give me some extra credit points if I do something for him. What he wants is for me to take all my clothes off. I’m scared and worried about getting caught, but the humiliation of getting a B is worse than being seen naked. I do as he says and take all my clothes off right there in the classroom. It’s cold and the fluorescent lights are unflattering, but his eyes devour me hungrily. My stomach drops when I see him unzipping his pants. What’s he going to do to me? I want him to do something, but I’m also afraid of what that might be. Mr. Kennet pulls his cock out. It’s as big and thick as I always imagined it was. He leans back in his chair and begins stroking himself. I love watching him jerking off – I’ve never seen a boy do that to himself before. He asks me to turn around and bend over. I willingly obey his request and I look between my knees to see him beating off harder at the view of my butt and pussy from behind. “Spread your ass,” he demands. It’s embarrassing to expose myself like that, but it also turns me on. He stands and moves up close behind me. I’m scared that he’s going to try to fuck me (while also kind of hoping that he does), but instead he groans and shoots a big load of cum all over my asshole. If I haven’t had an orgasm by this point, I usually did when I imagined the feel of his jizz running down over my pussy lips and dripping onto the floor. When I was feeling especially horny, Mr. Kennet would talk to me about my grades during class in front of everyone. All the boys joined him in jerking off to the sight of my naked body while most of the girls just scowled and whispered about what a dirty slut I was.

Another fantasy that I sometimes used had to do with a visit to the doctor. I never got turned on during any actual doctor visits, in fact I was usually freaked out instead. When I was younger, I had convinced myself that when the doctor examined me “down there” that he or she would be able to tell I’d been masturbating. They would inform my mother, and I’d be branded a deviant pervert for life (which I would rightfully deserve!). My doctor fantasy, however, was a lot like my teacher fantasy. A non-specific male doctor would come in for the exam and ask me to take my gown off, leaving me (of course) naked. He would do some standard doctor things – listen to my heart, thump on my back, etc. – then he’d tell me that he needed some pictures for my medical records. This seems weird to me, but I can’t argue. The doctor has me do some poses and he takes several pictures. He assures me that my body is developing nicely, which makes me feel good. He then has me get up on one of the examination tables and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor gets in between my legs and begins taking close up pictures of my vagina. I ask if that’s really needed and he assures me it’s required. He then says, “Now please spread your cunt open for me.” I’m shocked that a professional would use language like that, but I do as I’m told. This is usually where I’d orgasm. If not, the fantasy would continue. He’d hand me the camera and tell me to take over. The doctor would then begin licking and sucking my pussy. While he was eating me out, he’d make little medicalish comments to justify what he was doing to me. “Hmm, yes, it tastes like your Ph levels are in balance…clitoral response is normal, perhaps even above average…vaginal secretions are high but otherwise healthy…mmmmnumnum…” I was having this oral sex fantasy even before anyone had ever gone down on me. If I lasted past this point, a nurse would usually come in, relieve me of picture taking duty, and finger herself while she photographed me getting my pussy sucked off. The combination of getting my pussy sucked while someone watched was a surefire recipe for one of little Rachael’s orgasms.

Rounding out my top three was a fantasy about a couple my parents knew. They would come over the house sometimes for cookouts or to play cards. This couple seemed way too cool to be friends with my mom and dad – a bit younger, both in good shape, and better looking. I’m a little less clear on the details of these fantasies, but it usually involved me sleeping over this couple’s house for some reason. During the night I’d hear noises and go investigate. Obviously I’d find them fucking (and usually it wasn’t in their bedroom, for some reason). I would spy on them while playing with myself. Just the idea of seeing people fuck was a big thrill for me back then (guess it still is). The woman, Judy, would see me spying and invite me to come closer. She would show me Jerry’s penis and teach me how to give a blowjob. While I was learning to suck cock, she would mount her husband’s face and fuck his mouth right in front of me. The scene played out in many different ways depending on how I was feeling at the moment, but is usually involved them touching me all over and closely checking out my pussy together. They’d often ask me to masturbate for them. Once I did, they’d start fucking again. I’d watch them and they’d watch me until we all got off together. The thought of a fucking couple watching me masturbate is a theme that still shows up in my fantasies to this day.

I also had a few hybrid fantasies that involved my brother but was more about his stupid friends. The one I remember the most is where he’d have three or four friends over. He’d come and get me and drag me to the family room where he’d tell me to get naked for them. Sometimes he’d blackmail me into doing it, or sometimes I’d resist and he’d forcibly strip me. One of the guys would put on music and they’d tell me to dance for them. When I did, they’d all take out their cocks and start jerking off to me. I’d quickly get into it, dancing sexy for them and opening my legs wide so they could see my pussy. My brother’s friends would start cumming quickly, but what really got me off was when my brother would make me kneel in front of him and he’d blow his load all over my face in front of everyone. It was the idea of all his friends seeing him do something like that to his horny little sister was what got me off.

There were plenty more, usually inspired by events of the day and the people I’d most recently come in contact with, but these were a few of my dependable go-to’s. Now that I’ve gathered a few of them together, I can see that my teenage fantasies had a very strong exhibitionist streak to them. I suppose it’s only natural for a young girl to want to be admired and desired. In reality, I wasn’t at all confident about my body, and definitely not comfortable about anyone seeing me naked. I have to imagine that’s exactly why my fantasies took on the opposite elements of my real life. I know Freud did a lot with dream analysis, but I wonder if he ever considered sexual fantasy analysis for insights into a person’s true psyche? If not, perhaps I can invent a new branch of psychology. What a job that would be – listening to people’s masturbation fantasies all day! Hmmm…maybe there’s a story idea there…?

Anyway, this was a fun little trip down memory lane for me, and I hope you enjoyed learning about my more “normal” fantasies. Do you remember what thoughts you most often wanked yourself to when you were a kid? If you do, leave a comment and share it with all of us!

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Dream Cum True

I received an email last week asking if I’d ever written about one of my threesome fantasies with my brother and father. I haven’t (as far as I can recall), and so I decided to correct this lapse and share one of the versions of the incestuous three-way scenario I’ve gotten myself off to ever since I was a horny girl of seventeen.

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I have the house to myself – which obviously means I’m naked. I’m in my brother’s room lying on his unmade bed. I love the way it smells in here. Masculine scents of dirty clothes, stale Right Guard, and musky sports gear. There are none of the flowery perfumes that permeate my frilly bedroom. I’m in a completely different world.

As horny as I’m feeling, I do my best to keep my fingers away from my bare pussy. Instead, I absently roll one of Nick’s old baseballs across my tummy, down over the small hump of my pubic mound, then up between my less-than-fully-developed breasts. I can feel the frayed red stitches as they pass over my puffy nipples. I let go and watch the ball balance for a moment, then slowly roll down and settle over the tiny hollow of my belly button. My pussy clenches tight when I wonder if I could fit the whole thing inside me. A golf ball or two would be easy, but a baseball…? Not so much.

My daydreaming keeps me distracted enough so that when Nick appears at the door, I scream. The ball thuds to the floor and bounces a few times. There I am, completely exposed, my brother looking at my naked body, my legs open, my pussy on display, my cheeks turning red. Nick smiles. God, what are the chances that the cutest guy I know also just happens to be my own brother.

“Hey, Rachael.” He tosses his stick, helmet, and roller blades onto a pile of junk in the corner. “You waiting for something?”

“I’ll give you one guess.” I spread my outer lips to show him how wet my inner pinkness is.

“Um, let’s see…” Nick pulls his sweaty t-shirt off over his head and I can smell his body from where I’m lying. “You need help with your homework?”

“I need help with your cock.”

My brother drops his shorts and underwear both at once. He has already started to get hard. I can’t take my eyes off of his growing cock. I’d seen it for the first time just over two months ago, but it still fascinates me like nothing else in the world. By the time he reaches the bed, his erection is at full strength and pulsing like it’s trying to get even harder.

“What kind of help?” He crawls onto the bed, pausing to lightly bite the pale flesh of my inner thigh.

“Gross!” I protest and wrinkle my nose. “Aren’t you going to take a shower first?”

“What’s the point? You’re going to be just as sweaty and stanky as me in a few minutes anyway.”

He was right, of course, but I had to at least pretend like I’m not turned on by absolutely everything about him. “Disgusting pig,” is the best insult I can manage as his lips touch mine and his body settles on top of me. God, there’s nothing so erotic as naked skin against naked skin. I shiver with delight as we fit ourselves together. I’m trapped under his weight. He can do whatever he wants with me and I’ll be helpless to stop him. Not that I would, but the feeling of being completely under his control is beyond exhilarating. With anyone else it would be fear, but with my brother it was unconditional trust. I was his, he knew it, and he would never do anything to hurt me.

“Does that mean you don’t want my hog?”

“You always know just what to say to ruin the mood.” I manage to sound derisive, but I’m unable to keep from laughing at his lame wordplay.

“I could go watch TV instead,” he threatens, catching one of my soft nipples between his teeth.

My breath catches in my chest in anticipation of the pain he could cause if he wanted. Nick holds me at the edge for only a few moments before soothing my tender nub with his tongue. Goosebumps everywhere. God, he’s good.

“No,” I pout. “Stay here and fuck me.” My hands roam over his muscled back. “Please.”

“Alright. Just a quick one though.” The tip of his cock touches my swollen girl parts and makes me squirm. “I’m not going to waste another whole night banging my horny little sister.”

I’d lost count of the number of nights we’d “wasted” with each other since my big brother took my virginity. Actually, he didn’t take it – I gave it to him. He would probably say that I practically threw it at him. I knew he’d been with a couple other girls already, but I didn’t care. All that matters now is that we are lovers. Although, I’m sure he doesn’t think of us that way. I’m just a convenient place for him to stick his dick when he’s feeling horny. But I don’t care about that either, as long as he was willing to put up with me, I’m happy to let him use my body however he wants.

The head of his big cock ventures down low and finds my opening.

“Don’t cum inside me,” I remind him, as I do each time we get to this point.

“Hey, you’re the one who doesn’t want to use condoms.” He pushes his cockhead into me.

“Condoms aren’t sexy.” I try to relax and focus on the sensation of him sliding slowly into me. Stretching me open. Filling me. Possessing me.

“Neither are incest babies.” He pauses before he’s all the way in. He’s too big for me to take it all – or maybe it’s that I’m too small. Nick knows if he goes much further it will hurt me. He draws back and I moan. It feels totally different going out from when he goes in. How is that even possible?

“Neither is that word.” I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight.

“Ha. You don’t mind having incest sex with your brother, but you don’t want to hear the word.”

“It’s not like that with us.” I’m having a hard time concentrating on my argument as he moves in and out of me with perfect rhythm.

“Okay, crazy. But like it or not this is incest.” He leans down and kisses my neck, sending me to a whole new level of pleasure. “And you love it.”

There is no use trying to deny it. “Yes! I love it. I love fucking you. I love fucking my brother’s big hard cock! Fuck me, Nick. Fuck my pussy!”

Our easy lovemaking gives way to lustful fucking. I feel so small and fragile beneath him. At the rough pace we’re going, the tip of his cock comes dangerously close to jabbing my deepest parts. The fear of being impaled by my brother only makes the thrill more intense each time he pulls back at the last possible moment. He would never hurt me…not intentionally.

“God, Rachael, your pussy feels so fucking awesome.”

“You fuck me so good, Nick. I love your cock so much. Just don’t cum inside me.”

“I’m close,” he warns, his breathing now heavy and fast. “I don’t think I can stop.”

“You have to!” I push against him, but this does nothing to keep him from pounding furiously into my pussy. “You can’t cum inside me, Nick. You promised! Pull out!”

“Damn, Rachael, I can’t! You’re so fucking tight. I going to cum!”

“Don’t! You can cum on my tits! Or…or…on my face!”

Shit! Did I just say that? Nick had asked a couple times if he could cum on my face and I told him no way! I’d never let someone do that to me. I wasn’t going to allow any guy degrade me like that – not even my own brother.

Before I can finish that thought, Nick pulls out and aims his cock at my face. All I can do is close my eyes and mouth as tight as possible and turn away. Just as I do, a warm spurt of jizz hits my forehead, another falls across the bridge of my nose and on my right eyelid, a third coats my cheek. Nick grabs my head and pushes the end of his cock against my lips. I don’t know why, but I open my mouth. His cock flexes and cum oozes onto my tongue. I’m freaking out!

I’d had a little taste of his sperm here and there, but I never let him cum in my mouth before. He got a little upset at me for being such a “prude” and tried to tease me into doing it by calling me a little baby. Maybe I was, but the idea of putting something in my mouth that came out of a guy’s penis was just too disgusting to even think about. But, instead of instantly barfing like I assumed I would, I hold onto his load not knowing what to do. Next thing I know, I’m swallowing it down.

I remain stock still for a few seconds. When I don’t die instantly, I realize that it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, I kind of liked it a little. I feel Nick’s cum dribbling down my face and it tickles. As much as I don’t want to admit it, that feels kind of nice too. There’s no way I can let him know…

“Nick!” The deep voice of our father makes my stomach twist into a sudden knot. “Get off of your sister!”

We are so beyond dead it’s not even funny. Nick jumps away as I scramble for something to cover myself with.

“What did you do to her?”

I’d never heard my dad yell so loud in my life. I can only open one eye, but I’m able to see my father lunge for Nick and grab him by the arm. As strong as Nick is, our dad yanks him around like he’s a rag doll. Dad’s free hand balls into a white-knuckled fist.

“I’m going to break your fucking neck!”

“Daddy, no!” I hear myself scream.

“Rachael? Are you all right? Did he hurt you?”

“No, Daddy, it’s not like that! He didn’t do anything to me. It was my idea! I wanted him to.”

My dad stands still. He really looks at me for the first time. I hadn’t been able to cover up, so I’m just kneeling there on Nick’s bed totally naked. Even if I had been able to hide my body, my face is still covered in wads of dripping cum.

“Your idea?” He lets go of Nick’s arm and it’s pretty obvious that he’s going to have a big bruise there. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s all my fault, Daddy. Don’t blame it on Nick.” Normally in a situation like this I’d be crying, but for some reason I’m not. “It’s something that I wanted for a long time. I’ve been thinking about having sex with Nick since I was fourteen. It wasn’t until a little while ago that I finally got him to do it. You should be mad at me, not him.”

He shakes his head. Dad looks from me to Nick, then back at me. “It was you, Rachael? I don’t believe it.”

Nick stayed silent.

“It’s true, Daddy. I’m sorry.” The knot in my stomach gets tighter as I realize I have nothing to lose by being completely honest. “I couldn’t help it. I have all kinds of sex fantasies. I know they’re bad, but whenever I think about them it makes me so horny. I masturbate all the time thinking about Nick and…and about you.”

“Me?” My dad and my brother both look surprised.

I nod and hang my head in shame. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I think about you seeing me naked and getting so turned on that your penis gets hard. Then you take it out and jerk off while you watch me play with myself.” I swallow hard and look up.

My dad’s eyes are focused on my little titties. I move my hands away from my crotch and he looks down there. He can see my wispy pubic hairs and my reddened inner lips poking out after just being fucked. Maybe he can even see some of my wetness dripping onto the bedsheets below me. I’m still more scared than I’ve ever been in my life, but I’m also getting horny again knowing that my dad is seeing me this way.

“I told Nick to cum on my face instead of inside me so I wouldn’t get pregnant.” I wait to see if my father would yell at me for talking the way I was. He stays quiet and doesn’t really even seem mad anymore. Just confused. And maybe something else…

“Sorry, Dad,” Nick says in a raspy whisper. “I should have known better.”

Dad just nods. Instead of saying anything, he looks over my naked body again.

“I know what we’re doing is wrong, Daddy, but it feels so good that I can’t help it.” There is a good chance that Dad is deciding to send us to different boarding schools on opposite ends of the country. I can’t let anything like that happen. “I don’t care about any other boys. All I ever think about is Nick and…and you.”

“I…I sometimes—” Dad cuts himself off short. His jaw tenses and he looks away. “It’s wrong…”

“I know, but I think about more than just you seeing me naked. I think about you touching me. With your fingers…and your mouth.” I move off of the bed and stand in front of my father. Nick watches me, not daring to make a sound. “And I fantasize about touching you…about putting you in my mouth…and sucking you.”

My dad turns his head and faces me. It almost looks like he’s going to cry. “You shouldn’t be thinking those things.”

“I know, but I do. I think about you being inside of me.” I press up close to him. His clothes feel rough against my naked skin. “It feels good with Nick, but I want to know what it’s like to be with a man. A man that I really love and who loves me back just as much.”

“I’m not a man, Rachael. I’m your father.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear like he has been doing since I was little. “We can’t. We shouldn’t.”

I sense something in that moment. More than that, I know it as sure as anything.

“No, but we can, Daddy. I’m not the only one who has thought about these things, am I? You think about me too, don’t you?”

“I…no…”

“You think about seeing me naked, and touching me…”

I lift my father’s hand and hold it to my chest. After many long seconds he relaxes his fist. I move his hand to one of my small breasts. It only takes moments for him to give in and feel me. I put his other hand on my other breast. He lightly pinches my fleshy nipples. My dad lets out a shuddering breath. His hands slide down my sides, around to my ass, up my back to my shoulders. With some effort he holds me back at arm length.

“I have, Rachael. God help me, I’ve had those same thoughts. But…it’s still not right…”

“According to this,” I reach out and touch the bulge in my father’s pants, “it doesn’t have anything to do with right and wrong.”

I go down to my knees and unzip his pants. When he doesn’t stop me, I pull my father’s cock out. It’s almost as long as Nick’s and thicker…much thicker. I lean in and take my dad into my mouth. He puts his hand on my head, but instead of pushing me away, he encourages me to take him deeper. I go as far as I can and notice that the knot in my tummy has melted away.

I feel my father wobbling a bit. Without taking him out of my mouth, I urge him to go to his knees as I go down on all fours.

“Oh, God, Rachael…I shouldn’t be letting you do this…”

I know there is no turning back for him. He wants it as much, if not more, than I do. I remember that Nick is still there in the room with us. I glance over and see that he looks somewhat relieved, but also a bit put out. Does he think that I’m throwing him over for Dad? I suck for a little while longer, then come up for air.

“Nick, aren’t you forgetting something?” I wiggle my butt suggestively. “Dad interrupted us before you had a chance to get me off.”

My brother looks at Dad, afraid I’m pushing things too far. A hint of a snarl curls Dad’s lip. I quickly lick his balls, run my tongue up the length of his shaft, and once more wrap my lips around his girth. Our father relaxes, then shrugs. He has lost the moral high ground.

Nick kneels behind me and fingers my puss with his left hand while he pulls on his fear-withered dick with his right. It doesn’t take long before he’s hard again and pushing his way inside his baby sister.

“Oh, God, Daddy…it feels so good when Nick fucks my cunt.” I’m proud of myself for getting my father to let out the moaning whimper that he does. “I can’t wait to see what it feels like when your stretch my little pussy with your big fat cock.”

“Me neither, Rachael. Oh, shit! Me neither!” And just like that my father begins filling my mouth with his cum. This time I’m not afraid at all and swallow his stuff down as fast as I can. It turns out to be more than I expect and I end up gagging a little, but I get it all down. Dad’s load tastes different than Nick’s, but I like it. For some reason it makes me feel like a real woman to let a man cum in my mouth and to eat it all without spitting any out.

“Switch,” I tell them, wanting to feel my dad’s cock inside me before he goes soft.

My father and brother obey without question. Seconds later Nick’s penis is in my mouth, and Dad is behind me spreading me open. I wish I could see the look on his face as he stares at his daughter’s naked pussy for the first time.

“Fuck my little cunny, Daddy,” I beg. “Put your cock in me! I want it so much!”

Dad holds my vagina open and spits on my pussy. I am so wet that we don’t need any extra lubrication, but it makes me feel so dirty that I want him to do it again. Instead, he enters me. Just like Nick, he goes in really, really slow. The deeper he goes, the wider I get stretched. It hurts in a way that’s strangely good. The sounds I’m making are a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You okay, Rachael? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, Daddy. Keep going. Your big cock feels amazing. Give it to me. I want all of it.

“She’s really tight, isn’t she, Dad?”

“Mmm hmm.” Dad still seems a little mad at Nick. Or maybe he’s just embarrassed about giving in so easily. I’m sure when he woke up this morning he wasn’t expecting to be fucking his daughter in front of his son. “Were you the one who taught her to suck cock like that?”

“I…I guess so…”

Dad’s strong hands massage my ass as he pumps in and out of me nice and easy. “Well…you did a good job. You mother has never been able to suck a load out of me that fast. Not even when we were younger and you two were little.”

I can’t believe I’m hearing my dad talk about my mom like that. I could hardly even imagine her having sex much less giving a blowjob. I suck Nick’s cock harder and feel oddly proud of myself. Not only had I seduced my brother into fucking me, but also my own father. A dream come true!

“You can fuck me harder if you want, Daddy. My pussy can handle it. Nick broke me in pretty good with his cock over the past couple months.”

“Hmm, I bet he has.” Dad answers my plea and begins pounding into me with more force. “You’ve been banging your sister every night right under my nose?”

“Pretty much,” Nick confesses. “Most of the time Rachael sneaks into my bed in the middle of the night and sucks my dick until I wake up. Then she rides me until she cums at least three or four times.”

Dad slaps my ass. It stings like hell, but my brother’s cock muffles my scream. “I never realized I raised such a bad girl.” He spreads my butt cheeks and spits on my asshole. “Just don’t let you mother catch you. She’s not as…understanding as I am.” His thick thumb circles around my anus and for the first time I learn that there’s as much pleasure to be had with that hole as with my mouth and pussy. I knew Daddy would be able to teach me things that Nick couldn’t.

Aside from frequent moans and gasps, we become quiet for a while, only paying attention to our bodies and the delectably carnal sins we were committing with each other. I had only lost my virginity a couple short months back, but already I was enjoying two cocks at once. This is something I didn’t think would ever really happen. I’m so glad that it is.

It’s a good five minutes of fucking and sucking before my dad grabs a hold of my hips and really starts slamming into me.

“I’m going to cum,” he growls.

“Shit, me too!” Nick adds.

My whole body is being bounced forward each time my dad pounds into me from behind. Nick is holding my head and fucking my face. I have no control over what is happening to me, but it doesn’t matter because it’s exactly what I want to be happening. The only thing I wish is that I could yell out all the dirty things going through my head.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Dad groans.

I can tell he’s about to blow, and I start to panic. I didn’t tell him not to cum inside me like I always do with Nick. And with my brother’s cock plugging my throat, I can’t remind him now. Oh, fuck!

“Oh, fuck!” Dad slaps my ass again.

“Oh, shit!” Nick grabs two fistfuls of my hair.

All I can do is hope Dad hasn’t completely lost his mind and remembers to pull out. Seconds later I stop caring about any of that because my own orgasm is taking over everything. My daddy is making my pussy cum with his cock. It’s almost too fucking glorious to comprehend!

“I’m sorry, Rachael!” my dad says as he pushes all the way into me. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, baby…”

It almost feels like I’m having two orgasms at the same time, so I’m only vaguely aware that my father is dumping his cum inside me. Before I can even begin to think about the consequences of that, the head of my brother’s cock swells against the back of my throat and suddenly I’m being force fed another healthy serving of man spunk. It slides down easily as my pussy convulses around my dad’s fat cock and my lips seal tight around Nick’s shaft.

Dad and Nick sigh and pull out of me at either end. I gasp for air and let out a sigh of my own. That was the most mind blowing orgasm possible. It can’t get any better than that. My dad leans down and starts kissing my butt cheeks all over. When I giggle, a big glob of his cum spills from my hole and runs down over my clit. It feels wonderfully slimy.

“I’m sorry, Rachael. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You mean cumming inside me?”

“Any of it. And especially that.” My dad can’t stop kissing, licking, and nibbling my butt.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m sure it’ll be okay.” I was always terrified of getting knocked up by my brother, but for some weird reason I’m not afraid of the idea of my dad getting me pregnant. I bask in the fading glow of my orgasm and enjoy the feeling of my father practically worshipping my ass. Nick’s softening dick is hovering in front of my face and I give it an occasional lick or kiss as it continues to slowly wilt.

Nick clears his throat. “Yeah, so…Mom is going to be home soon. Maybe we should think about getting dressed or something?”

“Dammit,” my dad curses under his breath. He doesn’t want this to end either. “Okay, but the three of us need to talk about all this and figure some things out.”

“Things like when we can do it again?” I ask with an impish smile. This earns me a playful slap on the rump.

“The answer to that should be never again,” Dad grumbles as he tucks himself away and zips up. “But I have a feeling you’re not going to let me or your brother off the hook that easily.”

“Mom has her planning committee meeting at church tomorrow night. I say we all get together in Dad’s room so we can use the big bed instead of doing it on Nick’s stinky floor.”

Nick looks like he’s good with that plan, but he waits to see what our dad says.

Dad stands up and can’t seem to take his eyes off the jizz dribbling from my cunt. “Just to talk, okay? We have to get things sorted out and make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“Sure, Daddy. Just to talk.” I give Nick a knowing wink.

He nods and holds back a smile. “Don’t worry, Dad, we’ll figure everything out. Won’t we, Rachael?”

I reach back and slip two fingers into my cummy hole. “Definitely.”

My dad shakes his head knowing the battle is already lost. “I’m going to jump in the shower. You two get dressed.” He heads for the door, reluctant to walk away from his insatiably horny daughter. He waves his arms around as he goes. “And, Nick, open a window and try to get the smell of cum and hot pussy out of your room before your mom gets a whiff of what you two have been doing.”

“Love you, Daddy!” I call after him.

I can tell Nick is more relieved that he didn’t get into trouble than anything else, but I’m super excited that now I have two cocks to choose from whenever I want. Not only that, but I’ll be able to have them both at the same time every chance I get. What more could a girl wish for?

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Like most of my fantasy scenarios, this started more modestly and grew over time. At first, I only noticed our dad spying on us. Then it turned into him catching me and my brother fucking and telling us to keep going while he watched and jerked off. The next evolution had me sucking him off while Nick fucked me, and eventually ended up with my dad also fucking me. The part where he teased my butt didn’t get added until I was in college and had experienced some fleeting assplay. Him spitting on my pussy also came in later and only shows up in the fantasy when I’m feeling like being extra raunchy.

While masturbating to this fantasy, more than any other, I say my “lines” out loud. I beg my brother and father for their cocks and plead with them to give me their cum. I love the exhilaration of saying “Daddy” and “Nick” as loud as I dare to along with all the dirty words I can think of. Even though I only do this when I’m absolutely sure I have the house all to myself, it still feels like I’m taking a huge risk – which makes it all the more thrilling.

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Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy
by DirtyMindedMom

Phil opened the door of his motel room and was assailed by the musty odor of sadness that had accumulated over the decades. The small red dome-shaped light on the rotary dial phone was flashing. He left the door open in the desperate hope some fresh air would force its way into his home-away-from-home, and walked toward the office. It had been just over a week since Maddie had kicked him out. How could I have been so stupid? He chastised himself for the hundredth time that day.

There was a small package that had been delivered to the motel for him. No return address, but he recognized his daughter’s handwriting. Phil hadn’t spoken to her since he left. His joy at learning the package was from her quickly gave way to nausea. She must hate me. His self-pity deepened. How will I ever be able to face her again?

Even though the motel was in a seedy part of town, no one had taken advantage of his open door. Not that there was much of anything to steal aside from some hastily packed clothes. And not that he’d care if anyone had stolen them. The half empty handle of gin was still there in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It would be just enough to get him through the night. He took a long pull straight from the bottle.

Phil stared at the small box in his lap. The address was written in blue pen. The fat, round letters were unmistakably Tessa’s. She stopped putting smiley faces in her O’s and dotting her I’s with hearts when she started high school the previous year. Phil took another swig to get rid of the sick feeling in his belly.

He opened the package and found a letter on top. Setting aside the bottle, he opened it with shaking hands.

Dear Daddy,

I miss you. I wanted to talk to you but Mom said I wasn’t allowed and she also took away my phone too. I was so confused about everything and she wouldn’t tell me what happened. I was crying like crazy for the first couple of days and even got sent home from school because of it. I was so sad – and I still am. I love you Daddy and I really, really miss you.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew,” Phil whispered hoarsely to the empty room. A tear drop landed on the letter causing the ink to blur.

I kept asking Mom about why you went away and she kept telling me it was grown up stuff. She’s acting like I’m some kind of stupid baby instead of almost 16. God, I hate her so much sometimes. A few days ago Mom was talking to Aunt Patty and I heard her talking about what happened.

Mom said that she came home early from work and found you in my bedroom. She said you were on your knees. She didn’t know what was going on until she realized you had your pants down and that you were touching yourself. (I’m pretty sure she meant that you were masturbating or “jerking off” but she didn’t want to say it like that.) Anyway, Mom also said to Aunt Patty that you had a pair of my dirty panties. You were sniffing them and sucking on the crotch part.

Phil was on the verge of puking. Three big gulps of gin did nothing to help the situation. She knew. His precious daughter knew what a disgusting excuse for a man he was. That he wasn’t fit to be her father. She had every right to despise him for his perverted depravity. He forced himself to keep reading and give poor Tessa the satisfaction of him knowing she wanted him to fuck off and die.

Mom told Aunt Patty how she threw you out on the spot and never wants to set eyes on you again. Now I understand why she was asking me so many weird questions about if there was anything I wanted to tell about any of the times you and me were alone together. I guess just because you were smelling my panties that Mom thinks you molested me or something. I told her nothing ever happened like that, but I didn’t tell her that I always wished it had.

The bottle slipped from Phil’s shaky grip and bounced on the grimy carpet before coming to rest on its side. He re-read the last paragraph not caring that a good amount of booze was being wasted. Phil rubbed his eyes in an effort to make sure he was seeing clearly before going on.

When I heard why Mom made you go away it made me even more sad, but it also made me excited in a strange way too. It turned me on to find out that you like the smell of my dirty underwear. I never knew you would sneak into my bedroom and sniff my panties and play with your penis like that. If I did know, I would have made them smell even better for you. I never told anyone before, but I know how to masturbate and I do it a lot. I would have rubbed myself with my panties on so that they would get really wet and smell more like my privates.

Phil put the letter aside and tried to make sense of what his sweet little girl was saying. It didn’t seem possible. Was this some sort of trick by his wife to entrap him into admitting something? He leaned over and set the handle of gin upright. When he did, he noticed that his cock was hard. Moments ago he was about to blow chunks, and now he was as stiff as ever. He was tempted to pull his erection out, but restrained himself.

I love you Daddy, and I always will no matter what. It feels weird saying this, but I’ve been horny for you for a long, long time. I hope you don’t think I’m a gross slut for saying these kinds of things, but I’ve been holding it all in forever. I thought that maybe because of the way you were sniffing my dirty panties that you might feel a little bit the same way about me. I remember seeing you in the shower when I was little. And sometimes when you would walk around in your boxer shorts I could see a peek of something through the opening in the front. I would also try to sit on your lap just so I could feel your thing pressing against me.

Once I got older I started to figure out what all those feelings were. They were sex feelings. After I learned about how to touch myself and masturbate, I started thinking about you in different ways. I mostly thought about your penis, and touching it. I also thought about wanting to kiss it, and for you to kiss me. I thought about you kissing me on the lips, but also about you kissing me down there. I always orgasm the hardest when I imagine you doing stuff like that to me. I sometimes think about other boys I like, but it’s never as good.

About a year ago I woke up and heard noises from downstairs. I went to look and saw Mom sucking your penis (just like I wanted to). You said ‘I’m cumming’ and Mom stopped sucking and just pulled on your penis. I saw the sperm shoot out all the way up to your chest and all over you tummy. I almost screamed! I ran right back to my room and masturbated my pussy at least ten times! I think about what I saw just about every night when I play with myself.

Phil couldn’t take it any longer and had to free his pulsing cock from his pants. He was finding it difficult to catch his breath. Sure, he’d had fantasies about his daughter over the years. He dreamed about her wanting him to teach her about sex and guide her, help her explore her body, and show her how to please a man. He would be gentle and patient. She would be safe and loved. They would share themselves with each other, and one day he’d let her go out into the world understanding everything she needed to know about physical love and what a special gift it was. But never did he suspect she felt the same way. Never could he have guessed that she was noticing his cock in the shower or intentionally grinding her cute little butt against his dick. An almost clear droplet of fluid appeared from his pee hole. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and went on.

Mom is really mad about what you did, but I’m really happy. Super happy! Just thinking about you in my bedroom sniffing my smelly panties and jerking off makes me insanely horny. I can’t help wondering where you would squirt your sperm. Did you just spray it on my rug, or did you catch it all in your hand, or did you spurt your creamy mess into my panties then clean them so me and Mom wouldn’t know? Whatever it was, I’m so so so wet right now wondering about it and what other things you might have done. Like, did you ever peek at me in the shower or while I was sleeping naked? Did you ever look on my phone and find the naughty pictures I took of myself? Or did you ever masturbate your penis and think about having sex with me? I’m sorry for sounding like such a whore, Daddy, but I think about you fucking me all the time.

Phil stood and paced the room. What the hell was he supposed to do with this revelation? There was no way this was some kind of ruse to get him into trouble. Tessa’s letter sounded sincere. His daughter truly wanted him in a way that he couldn’t fully grasp was real. His mind spun with the implications of what it all meant. If he’d known earlier, what would he have done? He couldn’t have given her what she wanted. No, no, no. That would be wrong beyond wrong. Obviously. Even if it was what she wanted. Even though it was what he wanted. And now that he does know…

Okay, so, I said a lot more than I meant to. I was only going to tell you that I knew about what you did and that I wasn’t upset at you at all. I wasn’t expecting this to be a tell-all confession, but I guess I really like the idea of you knowing all this stuff that I’ve been keeping secret for so long. We both have a lot in common as far as being horny goes and I think that’s a good thing.

I hope Mom calms down and realizes that you sniffing my panties isn’t such a big deal and lets you come home. I’m going to do my best to talk her into forgiving you. Promise you’ll do everything you can so that you can come home. If Mom keeps being stupid about this then I want you to know that it’s okay if you want to kidnap me. We can go far away somewhere that no one knows us. Maybe I’m being stupid and that’s not what you want, but I know that I could make you happy and do all the things for you that a wife would do even though I’m your daughter and too young to know everything a grown up woman knows how to do.

I miss you and love you and I will write to you again. I’ll also let you know if I get my phone back so we can talk and send pictures or whatever.

-Tessa

P.S. I hope you like the present I sent you.

Phil was happy, confused, and hard as fuck. He read the letter again, holding his hard-on tight in his hand the whole time. Only when he read the P.S. again did he remember that the letter came in a box.

He pulled out the pink tissue paper that the letter had been perched on and found a zip-lock bag underneath. There was something inside the clear plastic and he recognized it instantly. Baby blue background, little cartoon froggy things, and red frills around the edges.

Phil licked his lips and wet his mouth as he haltingly opened the bag. As soon as he did the scent that had been trapped inside wafted out and brought about a moan of indulgent bliss from him. It was the scent of his daughter’s pussy. He held the girlish underwear up, looking at them with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy relics. They were three sizes smaller than what her mother wore, and, despite the childish cartoons, they were twice as sexy. He also knew they were her favorite pair. How many times had these panties been pressed against his daughter’s sweet pussy?

The tears almost started to fall again as he brought the panties to his face. It was unmistakably his daughter’s essence. But so much stronger than it had been on any of her other underwear he’d used over the years. She’d done it, he was certain. Tessa had masturbated herself while wearing this pair. She’d rubbed her horny little virgin cunt through the fabric and infused them with her innocent cum juices when she orgasmed. They were even still a little damp. Every word of what she’d written was real.

Phil breathed his girl in as deeply as he could, dropped down to his knees, and began stroking his cock like never before. There would be plenty of time after to figure out how he would find his way home to his little girl.

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Dedicated to all you hardcore panty sniffers out there!

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Go Pats!

“Tom, where are you going? Come back to bed and fuck me some more…”

“C’mon, Gisele, you know I have a big game to play.”

“At least cum in my mouth before you go.”

“Babe, I’d love to, but I can’t be late.”

“Fine, then I’ll just have to eat the cum you left in my pussy.”

“Aw, don’t pout. Look, after we win the game I promise to bring the guys over.”

“And I can have a gang-bang like we did in 2015?”

“I told the whole team they could do you in any hole if they got me another ring.”

“I want Edelman in my asshole this time. Mmm, and Dont’a in my cunt.”

“I promise you can have all of them anywhere you want, babe.”

“Will Gronk come, too? I want him to fuck my mouth like he did the last time.”

“You know that boy never misses a party. Now I really gotta go.”

“Tom, wait! One more thing…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“You better fucking win!”

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