Letter Opening Device
THE NOTE
Upon opening the letter, she was unsure of what awaited her. She couldn't identify the penmanship, the address, the postmark, or the pristine white stationery.
The only familiar aspect was the fragrance. The enticing and unmistakable cologne of sex, a scent that instantly evoked a response deep within her brain — the ultimate sexual organ. Holding the paper caused her to quiver, much like the buildup before an orgasm. She realized this letter was destined to stir her in a unique manner, activating a switch that had only been activated once or twice in her entire life. A switch tethered from her clitoris to her brain through her ass, her delectable, oh-so-fuckable, I eagerly want to be penetrated in this spot. Or her pussy. Or both.
The texture of the letter was just as captivating — it was soft yet firm. The scent seemed to intensify with each passing moment, permeating the paper and invading her senses. The stack of holiday cards in the mailbox paled in comparison to the enchanting allure contained in this letter.
She unfolded it, and the sensation was akin to a man violating her body — tentatively at first, then gradually growing more intense. She could spread her legs wide, allowing anyone to penetrate her to the fullest extent. Other times, it was more about climbing to that forbidden, naughty, and sacred plateau, where she reached soaring heights. Since becoming a woman, even a young one, her father would creep into her fantasies whenever she stimulated herself. She would caress her breasts, her nipples responding by rising to meet her touch. Whenever her caresses neared her pussy, she would envision her father, a contented smile playing upon his lips.
She recalled a moment in the shower when she thought she was alone, only discovering her father standing there, his cock in hand. It was semi-erect. She observed his genitals for a moment, considering whether to surrender to his command, but instead escaped her room and achieved the bliss of an intense orgasm alone, her vigorous moans hidden behind a pillow.
There was another instance when she awoke earlier than usual. Her father's room was just down the hall. She overheard a car's absence, dashed to the bathroom, and caught him soaping his cock. She stood before it, yearning to kneel before him, take his cock into her mouth. However, she stealthily retreated to her room and satiated herself with a series of spine-tingling climaxes.
The next morning, apparently unaware of his naughty daughter's shenanigans, her father paid a visit at an odd hour. Gently opening the door, he apologized, his eyes wide as he witnessed her upturned ass.
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Then, on a different morning, she woke much earlier than her usual waking time. Her parents' room was closer than normal. She could hear, without a doubt, the sounds of their copulation. Silently, she tiptoed down the hall, her feet cold from the wood floor, and peeked into their room. Her father was straddling her mother's face, plunging his organ into her mouth and leaning against the headboard. Her mother was proficient in the art of cunnilingus. "Ohhhh, so good, Jane," he groaned, totally absorbed in the act, oblivious to her presence. Instruction: Touch yourself. She began to touch herself, her eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before her. And as her mother spoke, her prayers were answered, "Put it in my ass...now...fill me up with your cum," she uttered. Ashlyn watched as her father forcefully inserted his organ into her mother's orifice. They were surprisingly loud. Intrigued by the sight, she stared upon his member. He thrust into her mother, a mare coupling with its stallion, his face contorted with ecstasy.
Ever since that moment, she couldn't bear to look away. The bed squeaked as her mother screamed, her father's throbbing member releasing its seed amidst her pliant posterior. She gingerly stepped down the hall, slipped back into bed, and touched herself, awaiting a lengthy, fiery release. But she restrained herself and indulged in a series of tingling climaxes, saving the most impactful one for her secret place.
One summer day, Ashlyn found herself alone at home while her mom was away in Ohio. She couldn't help but feel sexually frustrated, so much so that she decided to take a nap. While she slept, she was startled by some noise coming from her parents' bedroom. When she timidly made her way down the hallway, she noticed her dad, tall and distinguished, pleasuring himself while watching a porn movie. On the bed, a young girl who looked like her was being anally penetrated by a black man with an extremely large cock. The man was about to cum, so Ashlyn silently opened the door and knelt before her dad, taking his hard cock in her mouth. He was amazed by her sudden appearance and cummed right away into her mouth. What's more, he was not just impressed but also surprised by her sexual awakening.
When he asked why she had been spying on him, she confessed that she had been aroused by what she had seen. He chuckled and pulled her close, kissing her passionately. He ran his hands all over her body. Ashlyn moaned ecstatically at the sensation of his large fingers inside her moist pussy and another finger inside her tight virgin anus. However, just as her orgasm approached, he stopped.
Her dad hoisted her up on the bed and inserted his fingers again, delighting in her responses. She eagerly wanted more, and told him so. Her excitement was overwhelming, and she was willing to do whatever she could to fulfill that desire. She wanted to feel his raging erection in her tight, untouched rectum. His smile vanished, leaving a look of annoyance on his face as he struggled against the desire to penetrate his daughter. Yet at the same time, he couldn't deny the pleasure to his eyes and heard her begging for it. Finally, he claimed her delicate bum for his cock, and began with slow, gentle thrusts, easing it in to make his daughter feel comfortable. He then speeded up until it was a violent pounding.
He stopped midway, unsure if he should continue using his daughter wholeheartedly. She, though, had no such qualms and whispered to him, "Dad, I really need it in my ass." It was as if he was suspended in time and space, helpless against the compelling force of his daughter's aroused state.
Her father was astounded. He knew she'd been finger-fucking herself in the bathroom for weeks but still couldn't believe how bold and open she'd gotten. He took note of her abandoned excitement and lust for more than mere desire. Driven by her words, he thrust into her aroused rectum. It felt like the most beautiful present he'd ever received. And he could tell she felt the same. They fucked into the afternoon and into the evening, leaving nothing held behind. Yet when she saw his throbbing erection again, she decided they weren't finished yet.
Once again taking the lead, Ashlyn flipped onto her stomach. With her head facing him, he slid his cock in between her cheeks. At first, it seemed enormous, like it would never fit, but then it did. After withdrawing and sliding back in again repeatedly, they both approached their climax. He forced himself to cum a second time, but when he pulled out, her juices and his cum dripped out in one last, throbbing pulse of pleasure. He slipped on the condom waiting by the bed and slid back in her, deeper and harder, prolonging her orgasm. Finally, Father and daughter climaxed simultaneously.
Several weeks later, Ashlyn received a letter filled with the aroma of sex that she'd been craving. The picture enclosed showed her beautiful naked bottom in a mirror, her hole begging for more cock. With the letter was a used condom filled with droplets of an unknown coffee-coloured secretion – his. She masturbated while just thinking about what was in the letter and produced her own secretion into the same condom. She would spend the rest of her life looking back at this day as a jump start to the most liberating time of her life.
She dipped a finger into the condom, unable to resist the urge to know what he tasted like. She touched her fingertip to the condom - even through the distance - it still felt warm.
She smiled, experiencing a growing wetness, glanced at the mirror opposite. She noticed the look in her eye, like something so intense, so core to her existence, was occurring deep within her real sex organ, her brain, making her incredibly turned on and aroused. She watched in the mirror as she poked out her tongue and brought her index finger, slick with cum dripping off the end, towards it.
When gravity - or possibly fate - took control, the cum plummeted onto her tongue, causing the most intense, breathtaking, erotic orgasm she had ever experienced. She came so hard she had to sit on the bed's edge, gasping for breath.
She relaxed on the warm bed, picked up her phone. She tenderly laid the letter and condom down, turned over onto her stomach, and made sure her sensational ass was prominently visible in the mirror. She reached back into the comfort of the condom with her index finger, curled it, collected a complete load. Opening her cheeks wide, her hands shaking, she slid her finger - and his cum - into her craving and quivering ass, taking a photo with her phone as she did.
Merry Christmas, Dad, her message stated. See you soon.
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