I had a traumatic awakening. I was being crushed, stifled, and reamed.
Tom was partially lying on me, still impaled in me. Hence also the crushing and stifling. Apparently, His erection was not through sexual arousal, though — which was disappointing, but because He needed a pee. I didn’t know that sort of thing happened.
I felt weak, battered, sore, sated and smug. In the course of some fifteen or sixteen hours, I had transformed from a vaguely inquisitive virgin to a well-fucked, multi-orgasmic tart. Well maybe not actually a tart — I supposed — but certainly Tom’s sex toy, His bitch — His mistress!
I managed to push Him off me, which was a miracle in its own right, as I felt so weak.
I had enough energy and libido to suck His cock clean after He slid out of me. It seemed such a nasty thing to do, that I was panting and close to another orgasm by the time I finished. He was still asleep. Then I socketed Him into my almost too sore pussy, and jacked myself off on Him to a gentle climax — took all of a minute — maybe.
I licked Him clean again. He remained asleep.
Perhaps I am a tart?
I stumbled half asleep across the landing to the bathroom, my pussy and nipples still zinging from my quickie, and my thighs gleaming from my lubricant; and found my dad already in there ready for a shower.
I went straight up to him, ignoring the fact that we were both naked — and hugged him, left arm around his waist, right hand stroking his left bum cheek, and kissed all over his chest, the way I adore kissing Tom’s.
“Morning Daddy. Thank you for last night.”
“You shouldn’t be in here with me like this Kari. We’re both naked, and that’s not right.”
I squeezed him with arms and hands, “Oh pooh! Who cares anything about that?”
“Well, your Mum and brother might think it’s odd.”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t be worried, Daddy! I’m a woman now, not a little girl. And growing up brings us special privileges. And the one I want to use now is the one where I can hug my Daddy, ’cause he’s so special, and good to me!”
“Well, I don’t think Tommy will be too happy. After all, he has just got you, and now it could seem to him that you have tossed him away after you’ve had your wicked way with him.”
“Oh, don’t worry about Him. I’ve shown Him that I’m His — through and through. But we have agreed that we have to be careful not to be too exclusive, and ignore others, like Gran and the rest of you. Even so, I’ve had a wonderful time. Tom’s a nice man.”
He stroked my hair, as I looked up into his eyes. “I’m glad you had a good time, Karen. And he’s been treating you well?”
“Oh yes, Daddy! His kisses are fantastic. I didn’t think that I could take His cock, as I’ve never had one inside me, but we got it to fit — and now He feels so wonderful inside me, I just want to keep cumming!”
“Um … hem … Ah … I’m glad you’re getting on so well together. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself last night.”
“Oh yes! But … I … I think I might have been a bit rude to Mummy when she came in, but I was just working up to what felt was going to be a squirter, and I didn’t want to disappoint Tom.”
As I talked to him, and without conscious intent, I found myself rubbing my boobs into his stomach as I squeezed his bum and continued slowly and lovingly kissing his chest — just the way I loved doing it with Tom. Daddy just stood there, sighed heavily, then wrapped his arms around my shoulders, lowered his head and pressing his lips in, kissed the top of my head.
Goodness knows what I smelt like, but it must have had some of that high sex chemical thing going on in it, because his willy got all stiff. I felt it on my chest, under my boobs.
I reached up to pull his head down to my lips, kissed him, and I stroked his stiffie. I was too wrapped up in him to wonder why he didn’t ‘fend me off’.
“I love you Daddy.” Kiss — and a squeeze of his willy (not a ‘kissie’ kiss. It, and the rest, were proper — tongue-swapping snoggy kisses.) “And I love Tom.” Snog “He’s wonderful.” Snog “I can understand why Mummy fell in love with you. You’re all so easy to love.” Snog.
“Thank you, Karen. It’s very nice of you to say that.”
“Come on Daddy, let’s get in the shower, then we can wash each other. I’m sorry, but I know we can’t have sex, because it’s wrong or something, however nice you can make it. But still, you have Mummy and I have Tom, but we can get each other nice and clean. OK?”
And holding his stiffie, I led him into the shower.
I handed him the shampoo, and turned my back to him, and as he gently massaged the shampoo into my hair, I leant back against him and retained my squeezing hold on his penis. It all felt so wonderful: – the feel of the water falling all over me; Daddy gently massaging the shampoo through my hair; his huge solidity pressed to my back; and his softly rigid erection as I twisted my hand around it and dragged my hand backwards and forwards along it.
I sighed in contentment, turned tipobet365 güvenilirmi my face up to Daddy’s, and pulled him down for a kiss, and squeezed his penis as we did.
“Oh, Daddy, this all feels so nice. I wish we could have started doing this years ago!”
Then, while I was still leaning back against him, he started washing my front, I continued holding him, and told him that he needed to do a good job on my nipples and pussy, as I wanted Tom to lick me all over when I got back in bed with Him. Daddy did as I asked, and his big hands felt wonderful even though my boobs didn’t come near to filling them, and his finger and thumb squeezed on each of my nipples so nicely that I squeezed his penis tighter as he washed me. He seemed a bit hesitant about washing my pussy, as he probably thought I was a bit delicate ‘down there’. So, I made sure he understood the way I wanted him to wash me, by putting his hand on my pussy and squeezing it against me. It worked very well, as he did such a good job with the washing, that I felt sparkly clean and ready to go back to Tom. And I even had a wonderful little orgasm as Daddy used his fingers to clean the inside of my pussy as we kissed. I like his kisses almost as much as Tom’s.
Then it was Daddy’s turn. It took me a long time to do it, because I couldn’t resist kissing him all over as I washed him. I got him to kneel down in front of me so that I could wash his hair. As I did that I couldn’t help giggling as I kept tempting him by stroking his lips with my nipples. I had a nice little cum as he managed to capture and trap and squeeze one between his lips and teeth.
Once I started to actually wash his willy, and his goolies (they felt so large and heavy), Daddy started to breathe more heavily, and moaned from time to time. But his goolies were a bit hairy, unlike Tommy’s, so I decided I’d have to get him — Daddy, that is — to shave down there. I mean, if I was going to enjoy my Daddy’s ‘bits’ in the future, I wanted to enjoy them properly. Anyway, he started to breathe heavily; but then, before I finished, he warned me that if I carried on, he would cum. Since he had already given me a nice little knee-trembler or two, I decided to return the favour. When he told me that he was about to lose it, I dropped to my knees so he could cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, just to see if he and Tommy tasted the same. It turned out that they didn’t.
But when Daddy realised that I had taken him into my mouth, he sort-of squawked out my name in protest, and tried to push me off him. So, I just tightened my grip on his willy and goolies; and, looking up into his eyes, I shook my head ‘no’ at him — and let my teeth scrape across the top and bottom of his willy, just to let him know that I was serious.
As big and strong as Daddy is, he knew I had him beat! He knew he would have a tussle to get away from me, especially without hurting me, which he didn’t want to do. He stopped trying to get me off him, but he sobbed a few times for some reason. Then he tightened-up, as he started shooting into my mouth, and he kept whimpering my name, and pressed a hand against each side of the shower cubicle as if to stop him from falling. But as he got soft, I let him go, and he sunk down to his knees, groaning and breathing heavily.
Once he got his breath back, he told me that that was one of the things we shouldn’t be doing.
“Don’t be silly Daddy! I love you, and you say you love me — so where’s the problem? If we want to keep showing each other how much we love each other by doing that, why not? Who’s it hurting? As I’ve said, Tommy doesn’t mind, and Mummy loves us both.
“But — if you think it’s a bit one sided, you can always lick my pussy to pay me back. I’m sure I’d enjoy that. It feels really wonderful when Tommy pokes His tongue up my fanny and sucks my clit. But I have to warn you, that if you are as good as Tommy, I’ll get very wet… and maybe even squirt. Would you be OK with that?”
Daddy’s willy decided at that point, for some reason, to start getting excited again. As it sprung up, Daddy closed his eyes, and let his head fall back, and groaned towards the ceiling “Oh my God, Kari! Please! NO! We shouldn’t be doing it!”
But he still thanked me, as he hadn’t had an orgasm like that for some time. I did wonder why that was; but I was more interested in why he and Tommy tasted different, so I asked him why that was; he said he wasn’t sure, but thought that their diet (you know, what they eat and drink[?]), had an effect.
Anyway, as he was still on his knees, I was able to wrap my arms around his neck, and snog him to thank him for the nice shower, and to apologise again for not being able to have sex with him.
He gently laid his hand against my right cheek, and kissed the top of my head again, “And … thank you! But I do think that you’ve helped me as much as I can cope with this morning; and I have something I need to do before breakfast. So, I’ll see you later.
“And be good to your Mum, tipobet365 yeni giriş won’t you?”
Then he left, and I checked myself over, and cleaned my teeth so that I would taste nice and fresh for Tom. I towelled my hair dry, brushed it thoroughly, and went back to Him.
I kissed Him awake, sucked Him to arousal, mounted Him; and, ignoring the soreness of my pussy, I fucked Him through two of my orgasms, and His one, as He licked my nipples, or used those huge hands on my boobs and/or bum. Fortunately for my sore pussy, it didn’t take long to get our orgasms.
Then I had my second shower, this time with Tom. He was too shagged out to get another erection in the shower. But He used His tongue up my fanny to devastating effect, again — twice — as I ‘sat’ on His shoulders, leaning back against the wall, with His huge hands squeezing my bum, and pulling my pussy onto His lips.
We left, still naked, when Mum came in and shooed us out. She wanted to use the loo and have a shower herself.
When I offered Tom to her — you know[?]… to help her shower — wash her back, or whatever; I was firm with her — I told her she couldn’t shag Him, as He was mine, but I also wanted her to send Him to me all sparkly clean, but still full of His wrigglies. They were mine too.
I told her He was very good with His tongue, and recommended that she try Him. She blushed for some reason, and giggled. Tom raised His eyebrow at me in surprise, then looked at Mum in speculation, but she kissed Him on the lips while gently holding His cheek with one hand, and squeezing His goolies with the other; and apologised to Him for turning Him down — ‘this time’ she said — then she pinched His bum. He had a hard-on as we left. I’d always considered Mum was ‘hot’, and He must have agreed with me.
* * * * *
I came again as He slid into me, as He pulled me up to Him by my nipples with those huge hands. But this time, to save making us messy and needing another shower, I made sure I didn’t dribble even a drip of His spunk as He shot deep into my mouth. I found I was enjoying His taste. I suppose it was the Love, but I preferred the taste of His spunk to Daddy’s. But that wouldn’t put me off taking Daddy’s again in the future, of course — I mean — I did love my Daddy, as well!
In and Out.
Tom was able to borrow a pair of Daddy’s socks, pants; and a shirt, while His were being washed, so they would be ready for Him to wear tomorrow. They were a reasonable fit.
We ate breakfast with Mummy, and Daddy.
I gave Mum a hug, and apologised to her for treating her the way I had during the night. I couldn’t actually remember, in detail, what I had said; or the way that I said it, but I just told her that, because of the way that I had been feeling, and having Tommy’s nice hard cock banging against my cervix ‘just so’, that I lost control of my manners; and so that’s why I had offered Tom to her for her shower — as an apology.
Daddy started choking on his toast.
I grabbed Daddy’s hand, to re-assure him, and I told him that he needn’t worry. Mummy was still in love with him, but as he had already had his shower, and had got dressed and gone, Mummy might have liked Tom to help her out.
Daddy still gaped at me, mouth moving silently.
I told him that she would have been quite safe, as Tom was as nice a person as he is and that Mummy knew she couldn’t have any of His wrigglies as they’re all meant for me; and that I thought Tom was OK with it all. Incidentally, I thanked her for the hard-on she gave to Tom as He was able to use it to give me some more delicious orgasms.
She ended up looking down at her plate, slowly shaking her head, and whimpering, “TMI! TMI!”
Daddy seemed to be looking at Mum with a sort of … glazed expression[?], but was nodding in agreement.
* * * * *
Anyway, Tom was sexed-out again when we got back to my bedroom, so despite me sucking Him, I couldn’t get a rise out of Him. I was sorry about that, as He missed out; but He gave me three wonderful cums on His tongue before I had to push Him off me.
Then, I ‘double tamponed’ — like I did yesterday, and we went out into town so I could show Him the sights. Not that most of them were new to Him. But I got to hold His huge hands, and got Him to rub my bum with one of them as we walked around. Outside my leggings, unfortunately. Despite wearing my highest platforms, I still felt small beside Him (I was surprised they still fit me. I’d had them for a year — and then I’d only bought them for a fancy-dress party). It was just as well I was used to being around Daddy, or I would have felt intimidated.
We met Kathy and Sarah Greene in the market, two of my BFFs. I don’t think their eyes or mouths could get any larger as they looked up at Him as I introduced Him to them as my ‘little Uncle Tom’. I knew they would grill me about Him the next time I saw them. I would have to be careful what I said, but I thought they would be OK about us, as I already tipobet365 güvenilirmi knew that they ‘practiced’ some things — together — with their brother.
* * * * *
I took Tom to the Starbucks café for lunch, and we were in luck. The table that I hoped to get came free just when we started searching for one. It was tucked away in a little alcove, concealed from most of the rest of the shop.
I got Tom settled at the table, and went to the ‘Ladies’. Once in there, I removed and disposed of the now damp packing from my pussy; had a pee, and went back to Tom. We tucked into our milkshakes, and waited for our food. Once it had been delivered, I did some careful shuffling and wriggling, as I edged the waistband of my leggings down to the bottom of my bum cheeks.
I then insisted that Tom slide His huge hand down under my bum. Then, from the front I coaxed His middle finger into my fanny, and His first finger onto my clit, then I relaxed on His hand. As soon as He started to waggle His fingers, I started an orgasm. I grabbed the edge of the table in front of me, to give me some support, and clamped down on my feelings so that I wouldn’t be loud.
And I orgasmed. Rested and had a drink.
Then I orgasmed.
Kathy and Sarah caught up with us, and sat opposite us. Kathy sat opposite me, and Sarah opposite Tommy. Least ways — the twin that sat opposite me said she was Kathy, and the other didn’t dispute that, so I went along with it (known them for years, and still couldn’t tell them apart).
I orgasmed.
I orgasmed. Kathy and Sarah froze as they realised what was happening. They sat open mouthed, eyes boggling.
And I orgasmed. They started looking wild eyed.
And I orgasmed, and collapsed back, exhausted. Tom realised that that was IT for me, and withdrew His hand, and pulled up the waistband of my leggings.
Kathy and Sarah watched Him like hawks. Then they both jolted, and Sarah muttered, “Fuckit!”, slipped out of her seat, and quietly slid to her knees next to Tom, took hold of His hand, and proceeded to lick and suck my juices off His hand.
Kathy licked her lips, as she watched Sarah avidly. Then she looked at me and said, “Oh Karen! You DO taste nice!”
Sarah never swallowed — but I did — I couldn’t work out what was going on between them.
Sarah moved back to her place, sat down, and turned to Kathy, who moved in, and they started a leisurely French kiss, as they each stroked the other’s breast. Up under their shirts — skin to skin.
It was Tom’s turn to gaze open mouthed across the table — at the blonde-bombshell twins who sat opposite us, sitting with their backs to the rest of the customers, who were unaware of the full intimacy of their clinch.
When they broke apart, they licked their lips in appreciation. Kathy said, “You really do taste nice, Karen. Congratulations!”
Both Kathy and Sarah and nodded in their agreement; together, at the same time.
I had placed my hand in Tom’s lap. What He had been watching had turned Him on, so I carefully unzipped Him, and freed Him from His trousers and pants, and started to stroke Him. I felt a bit naughty doing that with Him, and using the twins to screen me and Tommy from the rest of the shop.
The two pairs of green eyes followed every move I made. Tom didn’t seem embarrassed as the twins watched His cock, and He didn’t try to hold Himself back, and within a short time I could tell by His little tensions and groans that He was close, then as I felt the change in His cock, I casually leaned down and took Him into my mouth, gave Him a few hearty sucks-‘n-strokes, and, as He started shooting into my mouth, I sucked and wanked Him dry; then straightened up.
Kathy then decided it was her turn to enter into the spirit of things. She stood, leant across the table, reached round the back of my neck, and pulled me into a full French kiss with her. She sucked and licked Tommy out of my mouth before I could swallow all of Him.
Sarah shivered in delight, and licked her lips, and “Mmmm’d”.
Kathy backed off, wiped her scarlet lipstick from my lips with her thumb, then sat down, turned to Sarah, and they duplicated their earlier kiss, this time transferring Tom between them.
Kathy sat back; and, with contented smiles, both twins told Tom that He tasted ‘Yummy’.
Then we just sort of sat there, pondering. I had never kissed a girl before Kathy, and, initially, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I was certainly not put-off, and she certainly smelled nice; but because of the mouthful I’d had of Tommy’s spunk, I couldn’t tell what she tasted like I decided that I would like to try kissing her again, before I made up my mind.
Of the Scarlets and Greenes
Kathy kept darting looks at Sarah, who seemed in a dream.
So, Kathy nudged her. Sarah snapped out of her dreamy state, and looked at Kathy, who raised her eyebrows at her, and nodded sideways in our direction.
Sarah jolted and turned to us, “Uh … yeah … um … if, like, when you two are together, you fancy a bit of a walk on the wild side? Remember us. We can come to you, or you can come to ours; it’s normally, like, parent free most Saturdays[?]. We’d be more than happy to have you both, if you are both up for sharing.” Kathy nodded agreement.