Having Intimate Encounters with an Older Man
While strolling with Lizzie in the morning, she stopped to relieve herself.
I couldn't contain my excitement any longer; I needed to look at the pictures.
I was certain my soon-to-be college senior daughter Amy hadn’t seen me in the bathroom this morning as she showered. I'd captured some incredible side shots of her breasts and a back view of her enticing buttocks.
Those buttocks, I need more pictures!
Next time, I'll film her. This would document every action - soaping up her body, rinsing it off with the removable showerhead. I couldn't get over how she took her time washing her breasts, especially when she held the showerhead against her pussy. She held it there for a long time!
Lizzie shooed the soil behind her walk. I couldn't stop staring at the photos and fantasizing about joining her in the shower. I was becoming sexually aroused.
The urgency to return home was overwhelming. I wanted to masturbate while viewing this morning's photos, along with the collection of her images. My desire was heightened.
We turned a corner and suddenly came face-to-face with someone.
I dropped my phone. It landed screen-side up, which I was grateful for.
I looked up. A stunning woman, slightly older. She wore a flannel shirt, open to reveal her ample breasts. Her blue jeans accentuated her figure admirably. Instantly, I was drawn to her.
There was something familiar about her, but I couldn't tell where I knew her from.
"I'm so sorry," I said, fumbling with my phone. "I was preoccupied with my phone like the others."
"Oh, it's not your fault. I was lost in thought about...about last night's date," she replied.
She observed Lizzie.
"Aww, what a cute dog! May I pet her?"
"Sure, she's friendly and enjoys attention."
She bent down to pet Lizzie. Her shirt opened up, revealing large breasts. Oh! My thoughts drifted to imagining her atop me, caressing my cock while I caressed hers.
A photo of my daughter, Amy, was next to Lizzie on the ground. She was fast asleep on her bed, her cover removed to reveal her bare breasts. She enjoyed sleeping naked.
Oh, shit! She noticed the phone, picked it up, and was ogling the image.
"Well, it's a picture of a sleeping beauty? Are you the prince charming who awakens her?"
I acknowledged with a nod.
She glanced through the screen, created a square with her fingers, and said, "Che? Is that you? I see your goatee in your profile."
At that moment, I recalled setting up an online dating service specifically for older, horny individuals like myself. I used a close-up of my facial hair for my profile photo, even though I was tempted to showcase my large penis.
"Yes, but I'm not the perfect match."
She scrutinized the phone.
"Why didn't you reply to me? I provided my schedule and the things I enjoy doing. What happened?"
I remembered well. Upon signing up due to the impressive collection of older women's pictures, I chose her profile. I sent her a greeting message, and within seconds, she responded with available dates and times. The rapid response frightened me.
"None of those times work for me. I should've responded."
They all would've been ideal.
She pulled her phone from her pocket. She typed something.
"Che, add your phone number and email. We don't have to use the site anymore to connect."
She handed me her phone with an empty contact labeled "Che," accompanied by a photo of my goatee.
Should I have done this?
She said, "I know where you live - it's just down the block. I will include your address in the contact. Just your phone number. I promise not to call you. I don't know your situation with the sleeping beauty."
I hesitated. Regardless, I provided my contact details.
Perhaps her affable demeanor and her posh neighborhood made me feel safe.
"Cool! I'll send you my information. I need to leave. It was nice meeting you Che."
Clumsily, I extended my hand to shake.
"Nice to meet you... uh..."
She chuckled.
"My real name is Jennifer. You can call me Jenny."
"Nice to meet you, Jenny. That's my ex-wife's name."
Laughter escaped her lips.
"Cute joke, but still cool to meet you, Che."
The woman didn't take my hand but instead came closer and kissed me on the cheek. She murmured something in my ear.
"Dude, I'm fantastic. You'll enjoy it and crave more. And you could imagine your ex-wife, Jenny, sucking your cock while I give you the best blowjob of your life if you need to."
She left, saying, "Catch up with you soon."
"But, but I don't..."
She was out of earshot. I wouldn't fantasize about my ex-wife, Jenny, sucking my cock anymore.
Instead, I began to think about my 20-year-old daughter.
I saw her stroll away. What a lovely butt. She glanced back at me and smiled; she knew I'd be admiring her butt.
Lizzie pulled me along, as she always requires a snack after the walk.
Can't I just fake meeting her? What if she turns out to be nuts and harms Lizzie if I don't... What if she really is... What the hell am I thinking? I don't have to do this if I don't want to. I don't want to. Period.
I'll just ignore her texts, block them if necessary. Why did I provide her with my real email address? I read that cybercriminals can exploit it as a key for demanding money or stealing identities.
Stop it! Stop visualizing such preposterous scenarios. She just wants to sleep with me, just because she sees my beard. Maybe she's a pogonophile, someone who adores facial hair.
When should I meet her? Perhaps I should start with a simple date that might lead to sex. Yep, I'll give it a shot.
A text notification sounded.
Oh my goodness! A naked picture of her on the bed, reclining on her elbows, her legs apart, two fingers massaging her clit.
The message read, "Can't wait to feel your beard on my clit, Che."
This is all too real.
Another text arrived, another picture, the tip of a penis in her mouth, and her hand gripping the length of it.
Her description was "Just beginning."
A third text, a video this time.
A slow-motion footage of her deep-throating a penis.
The caption read, "Not great. I dripped some out by accident, Che. But it won't happen with you."
A fourth message arrived when I was home.
I read it but couldn't respond immediately. I had to feed Lizzie and take Amy to work.
I will read it later.
Lizzie ate quickly, which can be an issue. She has a sensitive stomach.
I knocked on Amy's door.
"I'm back. Gotta go."
"I'm gonna grab a bite. Can you make some eggs for me?"
"Sure."
I was seething. How long had she been there for 45 minutes?
I hurriedly prepared fried eggs, toasted bread, and bacon from the previous day's remnants.
The plate was ready. I poured some juice for Amy.
"Ready, Amy."
As I sat down, I unlocked my phone.
A photo of Jenny riding, just the penis head penetrating her.
Caption: "I'll send pics of all the positions. After you've seen them all, tell me which one we'll start with! Please send me a picture of your package, I'm fantasizing it's huge!"
In walked Amy in her short bathrobe, not even tied up.
I shouldn't observe her like this, but I won't object. I already have an erection because of Jenny's images.
Amy sat at her plate, her robe flapping, revealing her breasts.
"Hurry up! You'll be late."
"I already called in sick. Bored with that shit," Amy said.
We were interrupted by Lizzie, who made retching noises in another room.
"Dad, Lizzie might be sick, please comfort and soothe her, like you do."
I rushed to the other room, scooped her up, patted her, and waited for her to vomit. She didn't. Lizzie leaped from my lap and scampered toward her favorite toy, tossing it back and forth.
I dashed back to the kitchen, and Amy was still looking at her phone.
"Daddy has a new girlfriend. Is she 'Che,' or are all these texts misdirected or phishing attempts?"
Amy questioned, "When was the last time you had sex? Before the divorce?"
She inquired,"When was the last time you were laid?"
I was stunned. She swore like a sailor, but I'd never heard her speak like that.
She was correct.
'Lots of photos with pictures, let's see what you've stored so far.'
'No! Give me back my phone.'
I tried grabbing it from her, but she stood up and moved away.
She stopped.
'It's me, these pictures are of me! Dad, you're taking pictures of me showering, in my bed, in my closet. What kind of pervert are you?'
She returned the phone to me. Her robe flew open as she moved around, exposing her breasts and her pussy, partially obscured by the robe's shadows.
I answered honestly.
'A pervert who adores his daughter and is sexually attracted to her?'
I phrased it more like a question.
'You're despicable. Focus on your sexting girlfriend. And...and I have to move back to Mom. This is disgusting.'
'No, don't do that. I'll stop. You can delete all the photos.'
I had a backup in a different folder. Always have a backup.
I showed her how to delete them in bulk. She did, then did something else on my phone. I couldn't see what she did.
'I need to know if you'll stop breaking into my bathroom and bedroom. Promise?'
'I promise Amy. I'm so sorry. I know it's disgusting. I'll never do it again.'
I stepped toward her to hug her.
'What are you doing? Keep away from me!'
She noticed her robe was open; she pulled it close.
'I unintentionally left it open, I wasn't giving you a hint.'
Still holding my phone, it beeped with a notification. She read it.
'Now I know you're a despicable pervert.'
She handed my phone back.
A message appeared: 'Hey just wanted you to know that a threesome with the sleeping girl in that photo... is fine with me. If you wanted, we could start that way. I'm flexible. I like women too.'
'Have you shown her my photos?'
'Well, she...I...dropped it...she picked it up...I...then she...'
She just shook her head and retreated to her room.
I sought out Lizzie, napping in her dog bed.
Today was shower day. Perhaps I could shower without incident.
That felt good. I toweled off, lay on the bed, and checked emails and messages on my phone.
Another message from Jenny, no picture.
'Hey Che! I'm dying to see you. Please send pics of you. You know what I'd like to see. I'm available tonight if you are. My place or yours?'
She's persistent.
I perused my backup folder. Yes! All the Amy photos were there, including this morning's.
Perhaps I should go through each one to make sure they saved correctly. Yeah, I'll do that. What am I kidding? I don't need an excuse to look at them.
There were roughly 50 pictures. I stopped to admire her body, her breasts, her curves, and her pretty face. Only one picture of her pussy. I need more, somehow, need more.
I started stroking my cock, imagining it was Amy with her lips on my erection, moving up and down on it.
Good grief, I was hard. I get so hard thinking about her.
I thought, Jenny wants a picture, just wait till she sees this one.
I took a shot looking down at it, the veins standing out prominently on the taut skin.
Reaching down, I took another. Fantastic side shot!
I'd create a video of me masturbating. Yeah, she'll enjoy that. This is enjoyable, this is exciting.
I took hold of my erection.
Fantasy time! Let's imagine Amy at work, my imaginary Amy.
Amy spat on her hand and began slowly stroking.
Amy descended lower and lower on my rock-hard dick.
'Good job, Amy, you're getting better and better at it.'
'Daddy, it's so large it won't fit in my mouth.'
'Baby, you'll have to use your throat too.'
'OK.'
'That's it, baby, taking me deeper and deeper on my hard-on. You feel so tight and wet on my big cock.'
'Speed up, baby, speed up. Faster. Up and down faster. Make Daddy cum.'
'Cumming, Daddy! We're making a baby.'
That always did it. My hand trembling, my cock visible in and out of the phone camera.
'Oh Amy! Daddy's cumming. We're making a baby.'
I completed one more stroke. My eyes closed. I experienced the warmth of my semen coating my stomach and chest, seeping from my dick and covering my hand.
**
'Amy, wipe my cum out of my cock. Rub it in with your hand moving up and down my erect penis. Now lick it clean.'
'Awesome, Daddy cherishes your tight vagina.'
'Daddy, can we perform this every day as well?'
'Yes, Amy. Daddy would be overjoyed.'
**
I halted the video. I stored the photos and video in my Jenny folder. I sent all the images and video to Jenny.
What a disaster, I required another hand towel. The shower towel was soaked, I required a dry one.
I neglected that that was the only available towel.
I ventured into the hallway closet where we repository the spares. Amy's door was shut; she must still be annoyed with me. I could address that later.
The hallway closet featured merely one hand towel. I needed to execute the laundry subsequent to this.
I strolled into the guest restroom downstairs. I procured a few towels and exited. I departed for the kitchen. I renewed a liquid from the refrigerator. I placed the bottle on the counter top and quenched my thirst.
I aligned to dispose of the cap in the recycling bin and there she was. Amy, still in her robe, clutching my mobile device.
The towels lingered behind her.
She was focusing on my cock. We stayed motionless, only looking at each other.
I was not ashamed of being naked in front of her, what with my sperm-filled body. Apparently, she was not either. She continued focusing on my cock, not my face.
I awaited her successive action, placing my hands on my hips.
She reached back to gather the towel. She shuffled back to me and stood in front of me.
Towel in hand, she pinched my glutes. She engaged the towel's ends in front. I was anticipating she would eventually touch me.
Instead, she encompassed my glutes with the towel. She folded the towel's ends together. The ends of the towel joining over my penis.
My penis swelled, the tip observable. She eyed it downward.
'Daddy, I had no idea... I had no idea it's so... so, so, large.'
Magnificent, she relished it, there may be hope. I believed she desired to touch it. Please contact it, please Amy! My brain screamed.
'Mom abandoned you? Observe it. It's fantastic.'
I hesitated to elucidate.
'Dad, what's wrong? You've never appeared so puissant.'
She wrapped her arm around me.
I could not discuss it without choking. I started weeping.
'Dad.'
She commenced crying also.
She hugged me. We boasted full-body contact. My penis escaped the towel and penetrated her robe. The lips of her vagina caressed the head.
My pecs tittled against her lovely breasts. Am I dreaming? Does Amy desire to participate in sex with me?
She emanated her arms around my throat, triggering her robe to unravel broadly.
'Daddy, proceed ahead. I comprehend you wish to, proceed ahead, it will ease you.
This is bizarre! We were naked, our bodies perpetually in contact, our lips somewhat a distance from one another. Her breath, sweet and warm, brushed my lips.
'Daddy, it will relieve you. Tell me that you covet to, tell me you imperative to. Tell me, Daddy.'
'Yes, Amy, yes, I've been yearning to do so. Nowhere else matters.'
Instruction: Ok, let's commence.
I backed away a bit. I nudged my penis and expelled it through her. The tip touched her labia, delicately splitting them.
She pushed me back. She fastened her robe.
'What are you undertaking here!'
'I thought you stated to undertake it, to slide my penis inside thee.'
'I never performed those words!'
'Oh suspiciously! I interpreted you to tell me to share them, your vagina was on the verge of the tip, your bosoms pressed into my pectorals. Your lip area millimeters from mine, urging me to kiss. I regarded you...'
'Feddy, you are a dreamer. You would conjoin with me?'
Oh, perplexing! I determined to reveal the reality.
'Yes, I flourish aroused when I witness you.'
She appeared to be pondering.
'I have intel to inform you; however, you require to relate to me concerning Mom initially.'
I widened all my tears, I could be strong.
'We divorced due to my discovering her contact with another female, it was Grace.'
"Grace, her closest friend?"
"Yes, at some point in time, they ended up being lovers."
She stood there awe-struck. There was a deafening silence between them that felt like hours but was just minutes.
"Am I destined to be a lesbian?"
"I can't say for sure. I've never researched it nor considered the prospect. Why are you inquiring about it?"
She gulped in a deep breath.
"First, I need to confess something. I lied to you."
"Listening..."
"I informed you that I'm having sex with my boyfriend. That's not true."
"That's okay, no biggie."
Another deep breath.
She blurted it out, "Daddy, I've never had sex before!"
"So what? It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Well, you mentioned wanting to have sex with me. You should know what to anticipate."
Yes! She was thinking about it. Who would be better to teach her how to have sex if not her father?
"Dad, you should sleep with Jenny if you haven't already. She seems like a girl who could satisfy you."
"Daughter, I can have both."
She reached for my cellphone on the counter.
"I was about to shower. I was out of towels. I went into your room and didn't find any. As I was leaving, I heard a notification on your phone. I hesitated then decided to take a peek. It was Jenny."
"I examined the text; it read, 'I'm in! Impressed. I need it. Let's do something tonight. Please!'"
"The next notification said, 'Is Sleeping Beauty your daughter Amy?'"
"I told you I sent her some pictures, Amy."
She pulled her phone out of her robe pocket. She started scrolling and found what she was looking for. She started smiling.
"Daddy, it's really big!"
The audio played as we watched the masturbation video together.
"**
"Well done, Amy, you did great. Daddy likes it."
"But Daddy, it's so big, I can't fit it all in my mouth."
"Daughter, you must use your throat too."
"I'll try."
"There you go, Amy, you have it all inside. See, you can do it."
"Dad, can we practice this every day? I enjoy the feeling of the big head in my throat."
**
"I just don't know how you got hold of that video, but I've heard enough."
"Does it matter, Daddy? I like it. You masturbate while thinking of me?"
Oh no! Not my daughter too!
"Yes, I do, Amy."
She resumed watching the video.
"Do you genuinely want me to carry your child?"
Geez! What could I say? There was no good response. Time to shift the conversation.
"Weren't you concerned about me possibly being a lesbian?"
She put her phone away.
"This is a little more unexpected. Daughter, seeing Jenny's photos... they aroused me tremendously. Aroused me in a way I've never experienced before. Does this make me a lesbian?"
"No, sweetheart. It's not uncommon to be attracted to the same sex."
"When Jenny suggested a threesome, it piqued my curiosity."
"Would you like to join us?"
"I think so. Yes, I would. I mean, she can... we can together..."
"I'm not sure what that means, but if you yearn to experience it, I'm going to have to discuss it with Jenny."
"Amy, let's call her."
"Sure, that's a fantastic idea."
We called.
"Hi, it's a phone call! I love it. I love the photos! I think I can take it all in. I'm excited. Can we perform a threesome tonight? Do you have a problem if we do this now?"
Amy interjected, "No, just give us 30 minutes and come to my home. I have all the toys and equipment set up for a pleasurable time."
"Che, who's that?"
Amy answered, "It's me! Sleeping beauty! Jenny's daughter."
"Jenny, Amy would like to engage in a threesome. What do you say? I apologize for the short notice, and if you cannot accommodate us, that's perfectly understandable."
"No problem! I'll be there in about 30 minutes. Come visit me!"
"See you soon."
"Yes, yes, hurry up, Daddy! Let's prepare."
Amy paused momentarily, "Wait, let's recreate those photos in the bedroom with me taking Jenny's place."
What? I loved that idea! I dropped my towel, she took off her robe. Holy cow!
The first shot, a picture of me in bed, legs spread wide. "Come on Dad, take it!" her words nearly made me climax.
Soon after, she invited me to photograph her pussy up close. My dick became rock-hard in anticipation.
"Snap it, Daddy, then a close up." she instructed.
Obediently, I took a few more shots.
"Daddy," she said, "to make you believe this is real, we'll only stage these photos, not actually do it. We'll save the real thing for later."
I was relieved.
Amy straddled me lying down, our dicks touching. My erection poking her as she moved her head down to my shaft.
"Daddy, your cock is really big up close. I feel a tingly sensation." she said.
She took me into her mouth, and I took pictures as fast as I could. I reached to get a side angle of her.
"Daddy, can we recreate the deep-throat video?" she asked.
I was speechless.
"If you can't, it's fine. Just do the best you can."
She deep-throated me, and I took some pictures. My excitement rose as she hummed "Whistle while you work", seemingly oblivious.
"Daddy, this dick is really big!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, I know." I said.
"Can I suck and lick your balls to loosen up a little?" she asked.
I obliged, and she went to work, making sure to get every bit of me wet.
"Now, let's take a video of you deep throating me." I told her.
She paused, staring at me. "I've never deep-throated a dick before Dad," she said.
"So you're saying you've watched porn?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I've seen a few. It's really hot." she said.
"OK, so here's what you need to do. Look at it intently from top to bottom, carefully, as if admiring it."
She did just that, her eyes tracing up and down my shaft. Her head sometimes moved from side to side, examining all angles. Her tongue darted out at one point, making me quiver.
"Now, stroke it, and while you do, lick the head. Pretend to be really eager to please," I said.
She continued to examine me, stroking and licking. Her hands and lips covering my entire length, the wetness around her causing a different kind of pressure.
"Now pull my cock away to expose my balls. Massage them, wrap your hand around my scrotum, and start kissing my balls like you really love it." I explained.
She adjusted quickly and went to work. Wet and slippery, her tongue and lips moving all over my balls. I struggled not to cum, but I savored the feeling of her making me feel good.
"Now, take one ball in your mouth. Run your tongue around it, suck on it, hold it in your mouth, and then release it." I instructed.
She followed orders, her lips and tongue stimulating me. She even tried to take both in at the same time, but was unable.
"OK, let go, and stop stroking. I want to cum." I breathed.
She took her mouth away from me, but my balls tingled from being touched. She went right back to stroking me as I pulled my balls out of her mouth.
"Aah, Amy, let go. Let go and stop stroking. I'm about to cum." I said.
Amy didn't budge. She held on, her hands firmly gripping me. She began stroking furiously as I struggled not to let her do it.
"I said let go! Let go!" I shouted. Finally, she released me. Still gripping my dick firmly, she continued to stroke rapidly. I could feel the urge to release deep within.
"Please!" I begged. "Stop! I'm going to cum!"
She pulled away, and I erupted, the sensation intense. I thrust deep into her as the climax hit me hard. My body shook with every stroke, trying to keep it together. She kept stroking, until I could take no more.
With cum everywhere, laughter filled the room.
The balls had dropped, but the action persisted. It was surreal, as I took the oozing tip in my mouth, my lips embracing its lower half.
I sensed my tongue swirling around its top. The motion persisted and persisted and persisted. The need to unleash my climax was building within me.
She ceased her action. Instead, she moved her mouth up and down. Shit! This was my ideal scenario. She was sucking on my dick!
Oh my, the sensation of her lips sliding up and down the slippery shaft. Her tongue flicking the head. Her hand encircling the base, her other palm cupping and gently squeezing my wet testicles.
The urge overcame me.
'Amy, Daddy's going to cum, keep at it, keep... it... going... Amy'
I was bordering on incoherence. I grunted, I groaned, I yelped like a kid. I was about to, I was about to come in her mouth. I closed my eyes, preparing for the flood of cum moving up and out into Amy's mouth.
She stopped!
'Amy, finish me off, please wrap it up for Daddy.'
I opened my eyes, shocked! She was straddling me, she was orchestrating me to fit into her wet opening. She descended onto the head, the labia parted, the warmth of being inside annihilating any sense of self control.
Lower, lower. I felt the resistance of her hymen, she knew it. She slammed down on me with her weight, the head pushing through, breaching the grand sensation of my entire cock inside her. It was too much, it was too much. I couldn't resist, I was going to cum inside my daughter's vagina.
Up and down, bucking like a pro! Two cycles and I erupted. Stars filled my vision, immense pleasure as spurt after spurt departed from my balls and shaft to pervade her uterus.
She remained on top of me while the sperm made its way in search of her eggs.
My daughter's eggs, my virgin daughter's eggs.
I had no more to offer her. She pulled away, uncovering my cock soaked in semen and her arousal fluids.
She snuggled up alongside me, her arm draped across my chest.
'Dad, why now?'
It was destined that we would copulate, but only after she started using the pill.
'Buddy, I wasn't planning on penetrative sex with you at Jenny's, just oral sex. We'd procure protection from her getting pregnant, then initiate intercourse.'
She considered this.
'Dad, you can call it fucking, I enjoy that gritty sensation it gives me.'
'OK, fucking after you are protected.'
'Let's do it, let's stay home. I don't want to share you with Jenny. We can have more... Yeah, more blowjobs and you can, you know, do me.'
'Stallion, we need to schedule an appointment, perhaps tomorrow. And whenever you acquire the pills, you must be on them for around a week for them to function.'
She seemed upset, maybe she wants more intercourse now.
'Dad, let's remain right here. I don't want to share you with Jenny. More blowjobs are what I require tonight.'
'Champion, we'll make an appointment soon. And whenever you obtain the pills, you must take them for a week for them to function correctly.'
Hearing this, Amy began caressing my flaccid dick.
'Dad, hold up a moment. Perhaps we don't film, just take a photograph of me deep throating you. Won't it be simpler now that it's soft? I believe I can accomplish that and she'll not know the difference, right?'
'Fantastic idea. Choose a snapshot instead of the filming.'
My daughter moved back between my thighs. She took hold of my limp member. She spread her mouth wide and swallowed it whole. She raised her thumb.
'Let me view, Dad.'
'Wow! That appears admirable. Mail them.'
They left for Jenny's.
I monitored my phone anxiously, anticipating her response. She read my text.
Wait, this is wrong. I'd blundered. I'd mailed it to my ex-Jenny, not my LoveCocksucking Jenny. No, no, no! I had erred.
The status changed to 'delivered', then 'read'. I waited, I waited for her input. Perhaps she wouldn't care that our daughter was sucking and fucking.
I then sent the photographs and movie to LoveCocksucking Jenny.
Whoosh!
I scrutinized my phone, anxiously waiting for one of them to write back. LoveCocksucking replied.
'Wow! That's gigantic. When are you all coming to my place? I can't wait to deepthroat you like your daughter. Impressed with her.'
'Amy, she loves them. Read this.'
I gave the phone to her. I probably shouldn't have done that. Another message appeared.
"Dad?! Are you insane? You sent the pictures to Mom! What were you thinking? This is just terrible."
"It was an accident, too many Jennys in my contact list."
She handed the phone back to me.
The message read "I always thought you had a thing for Amy, now I know. Sleeping with your daughter? And you thought I was distasteful."
Another message "I have no idea why you sent them to me, but thank you. I'll use them to get more from you."
Next message "I hope she's on birth control. When we chatted last week about her virginity and her boyfriend, she said she wasn't."
Another message "I'm going to talk to her about living with me."
I could hear a phone ringing in Amy's bedroom.
"Hurry up and dress before you talk to her. She likes to FaceTime. The call is about living with her and... the photos. What are you going to say?"
"The truth."
"Oh shit."
"Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, it's fine, tell the truth."
"The truth is I talked you into having sex. I deceived you. Isn't that the truth?"
"Yes, but she'll ask if we'll do it again. What then?"
"I plan to do it again, how about you?"
"I'm just not sure now."
"Come on, Dad, I know you want to."
She started laughing, and I joined in, reliving my earlier misconception.
"Yes, I want it. Yes, I'll have sex again with my beautiful, sexy daughter again and again, and I'll be proud of it."
"So be it written, so be done."
Her phone stopped ringing. She quickly ran to her room. The phone rang again. All I could hear was muffled talk. I had to look. She was still naked!
"No Mom. No way. I'm staying with Dad. Yes, I fucked him too. He didn't know I was going to do that either. I tricked him, and I loved it."
"You're crazy, what happened to my daughter?"
"Daddy has gotten into me. What a cock! You couldn't satisfy him because you prefer other things, other people. I'll take care of my Daddy when you couldn't."
She saw me out of the corner of her eye.
"He's here. Daddy, come in here. I'm going to suck your cock while Mommy watches."
I walked in. I took her place on the edge of the bed. She handed me the phone, pointing the camera at her as she settled between my legs.
"Mommy, I like to get Daddy's cock really wet by producing a lot of saliva on it. I spread it all around his large, thick shaft, a large cock that you didn't appreciate. I like to stroke it to make it firm. Isn't it amazing how much it grows when I do it? Daddy gets turned on by me."
No response. Amy continued her earlier actions. She stopped.
"She hung up, Dad."
She moved the phone around with her hand. I set it on the bed.
"Amy, maybe we should stop."
"No way, Dad."
She started licking my balls, then sucking on them. She moved each one out with a pop, far from their normal location.
A big grin appeared on her face. She loved her flair with my balls.
By now, I was as hard as rock. I could see the prominence of the veins in the thin, stretched skin, pushed to its full erection.
Back on my cock, her lips wrapped around the tip, then sliding further down. Her tongue moved around the tip. Here we go again.
She moved down a little more, then back up, back down, working it.
She slid down about three-quarters of the way, then back up, back down, several times, the lips of her mouth parting slightly at the halfway point.
I realized what she was doing - her plan to deep throat me.
Next, she moved down towards the thicker part of my cock. Up and down in a rapid motion. I could feel it.
She pulled back entirely, dripping saliva out, some still attached in strings to my firm rod.
"Prepare your phone, I'm going to try."
"Darling, don't be disappointed if you can't."
"I won't be defeated. I'm determined to do this. I must do this."
"Amy, it's your first time."
"So? There's a first time for everything. Let me practice first. Then, if I'm close, start the video."
She drooled more saliva, spreading it all around. She took several deep breaths.
"Here I go."
She swallowed my head, taking a large portion of my length into her mouth. She slowly slid down the rest of my shaft.
She pulled back, releasing some saliva around my member.
"I did it! Capture it!"
She continued her practice session, moving down and back up. Her lips started to work on the thicker quarters of my shaft, the ones ordinarily off-limits to her mouth. She made quick progress, determined to prove her mettle. By the time she reached the thicker middle, her lips had stretched and loosened considerably from the initial force of her descent.
Finally, she made it to the base. She let it out with a pop, a dripping sound echoing through the room. Proudly, she held the phone up, displaying her success to her mother - and me.
Diving deep, she reached the thickest part, her mouth gaping wide open. Just a couple of inches more, and she'd conquer it.
Going up and down, my rock-hard cock glistened with every drop of wetness. She still fell a few inches short.
The final plunge rocked me to my core. My balls blazed in heat. I needed to play the hero, to help her.
Pulled out completely.
"Film this one."
A strange expression crossed over her face - devious, focused.
"Go!"
She inhaled deeply, her mouth stretched wide, then she went for it. A near miss as her mouth touched the tip of my dick.
My dick throbbed in the heat, teetering on the edge. The torture of it all was almost too much. Losing control, I had to fight it off. I had to be the one to help.
I was way off.
"Video this one."
Mesmerized by her eyes, she breathed deeply, her mouth opened to take me in once more. With another inch left, my dick touched her throat's soft joint. The muscles there tightened as I lost myself. I could barely hold the phone.
She choked a bit, retreated. Saliva coated her lips and chin.
"Delete that one. Video this one."
"Daddy, I'm so damn close to orgasm. Just stroke me, tease me - anything. Let me cum."
Without warning, she circled my shaft with her fantastic tits. Up and down she slid, dragging a river of saliva down with her. This would get me over the edge. I felt the climax coming.
Caught off guard, she removed her tits and dove down on my dripping wet cock. She held my sack, pushing my testicles tightly against the thick base.
She stopped, then powered her head back down my throbbing member.
After a few brutal thrusts, it all seemed to slow down. Like in slow motion, her mouth, her head, her lips began to close around my engorged shaft. As the final second dawned, her lips touched my pubic region, her eyes imploring. I was convinced I saw a sly smile, yet it was impossible - her mouth, lips, and throat teaming up to create a perfect deep-throat.
She held the position for a bit, eventually pulling up. A saliva stream outlined her exit. Completely drained, she leaned back, palms up, gasping for room to breathe.
Thinking about finishing myself, I reached for the head. She moved my hand aside.
"We don't need that, Daddy. It's my job."
Back between my legs, she wrapped her soft lips along my girth. Her rhythm was like a tease.
"Daddy, I'm on the brink, please cum. I need you to finish, please."
With a fluid motion like a cat, she settled beside me, legs raised, holding her feet.
"Get on top of me. Cum deep inside me."
"No, this isn't safe. We did this once before."
"Yes, we did, and it's fine. My baby girl needs your cum. Fill me up, Daddy! You want it."
Swayed by her words, I moved between her legs. Her calves lifted, clutching her knees.
"Hi baby, kiss me while you're fucking me. I want your lips."
Against every shred of reason, I found myself between her thighs. Her legs elevated further, her hands wrapped around her ankles.
"Come on, Daddy. Nothing terrible will happen. Your baby girl needs this cum. Fill me with your seed."
I hesitated, fearing I hadn't taken the necessary precautions for having sex. But the glorious taste, the tightness, the need drove me to it. I reasoned I had done it once already. Her irresistible pussy felt so good, I wanted more.
Caressing the edge of her wet lips, I glided in, sliding into her in slow strokes. At just the right distance, I pressed the head inside, reaching through her outer folds.
So tight and wet. I wanted to fuck her forever. My fantasy had come true.
"Oh, yes, please fuck me, Daddy. Cum inside me, Daddy, fuck your daughter!"
It wasn't Father's Day to commemorate the holiday. It was just my Father's Day.
After two more thrusts, I crumpled onto her, crushing her beautiful breasts with mine.
She leaned in, whispered, "Daddy, when you fuck me, you should always kiss me."
***
Our intimate tryst had unexpected consequences. Amy missed her monthly cycle. Even more shocking, she discovered she was pregnant, despite being on the pill. We conceived irrational tales and contingency plans. She dropped the pill after it was ineffective for 10 days.
One month had passed, and the doctor reaffirmed her pregnancy with an exact confirmation.
We've been through this before, so we were prepared this time. The sperm donor was the dad, with no father listed on the birth certificate.
Since Amy wasn't married, Giselle would take our last name.
We informed Jenny about the situation. She worked through all the stages of grief before wanting to help with the baby.
Luckily, Giselle was a normal, healthy baby, and naturally gorgeous with her golden hair that resembled Amy's.
I let Jenny move back in with us. She divorced her wife Grace after discovering her having sex with an ex.
Eventually, Jenny and I resumed our physical relationship. Amy was okay with it. Ex Jenny, on the other hand, didn't approve, but knew she had no choice.
As for my ex-wife, LoveCocksucking Jenny - while Amy was pregnant, we rekindled our romance, having sex about two to three times a week. Amy was fine with it. Ex Jenny, unaware.
I often wondered what would have happened if I hadn't joined the site and sent her a "Hi" message.
Lately, cock-loving Jenny and I were becoming bored with each other. We'd only meet occasionally, like when Jenny brought a male for a threesome. Last time, I left. It was over.
One night, everyone was asleep. I was browsing through porn sites. The ad for my mature dating site popped up. I clicked on it, logged in, looked for someone interesting. LoveCocksucking Jenny was online. I searched for others. One caught my eye.
Her caption read, "Looking for a meaningful relationship with a large cock."
Interesting.
Her picture showed her in a Miss Vermont swimsuit and sash. She must be nearby.
I sent her a "Hi!" message.
She instantly responded.
"You'll need to give me more than that."
I sat back, fascinated. So different from Jenny.
"A date? Dinner and my big dessert?"
"LOL! I already like you. I'm in Montpelier, Vermont."
"Me too."
"Sarducci's okay? Cool!"
"Yes. How about tomorrow night at 8 PM?"
I pondered. I needed a reason for the girls to stay elsewhere... but then I thought, "Fuck it, I'll think of something later."
"Perfect."
"I'll make the reservations. They'll be under Jane."
"Your real name?"
"Yep. What's yours?"
"Tarzan, but you can call me Will."
"So funny! Tarzan and Jane!"
"I like Che better."
"Works for me, Jane."
"I'll be wearing a red dress."
"I'll be wearing leopard skin."
"Stop it, you're killing me!"
"No Miss Vermont sash?"
"Stop it, you bad boy."
"Just wait, you'll love my big dessert."
"I can't wait! I'm excited."
"Where should I send you some pictures of dessert? I don't like posting them on this site."
"Understood."
She turned on the video chat feature, no camera on my office computer, so only audio for me.
Holy shit! It was midnight and she looked like a Greek goddess. She held up her phone with her number. I jotted it down.
"Got it. I... uh... Jane... you are beautiful, absolutely beautiful."
"Thank you, Che."
I sent her the best shots of my dick, soft and hard. I heard the notification, she looked at her phone.
"Got it. I... uh... Jane..."
"You are something else! So big!"
I thought about my response. Crafted it.
"You got me. I'll do anything you ask for tomorrow night."
"Oh, I love that. You will be amazed at how creative I can be."
"Bring it on. Me Tarzan, you Jane!"
"Does Tarzan like to swing?"
What did that mean?
I guess I'll find out. [Some text removed for nudity redaction]. [Though some of it has still remained due to continuing with the aparhrase operation]
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