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DADDY SHARING
In a way it was only fair. Babs’ daddy fucked his
daughter’s best friend; shouldn’t Sandra’s daddy be allowed
the same privilege with the other man’s daughter? If Babs was successful
in her seduction of the exciting ‘older man’ and the two girls
continued their own intimacies, wouldn’t that almost the same as if he
had made love to Sandra rather than her best friend?
Of course, all things
wouldn’t be exactly equal. Babs’ daddy got to try out both girls.
It isn’t every man who gets his step daughter’s and her best
friends cherry offered up on a silver platter, both of them in the same wild
summer.
If the girls plan was successful, Sandra’s step dad would get to
sleep with her best friend even if his moral code prevented him from taking the
same liberties with his own daughter. Both girls were old enough now, and
neither one related to him by blood, so his refusal to do those things with
Sandra was just plain silly. This was a start, though, and sooner or later, one
way or another, Sandra was going to have what she’s wanted and waited for
all this time. In the meantime, she didn’t mind sharing her Daddy with
her best friend. She knew what he needed and wished she could be the one to
give it to him. Someday she would, too. It just couldn’t be right now.
All was turning out okay, though. They have planned a perfect revenge
against her ‘double standard’ Mother, to say nothing of the erotic
pleasure she herself would have in knowing that sweet, sexy Daddy would soon be
fucking her beautiful teenage pal, the same beautiful girl Sandra herself has
been enjoying sexually ever since their frequent sleepovers changed from
childish prattle to something far more adult.
***
Friends since childhood, the two girls shared all their innermost
secrets. Each knew everything about the other. Boyfriends, first kiss, the
first boy to touch her breasts and later slide his hand under the elastic at
the front of her panties. Her friend knew everything about her, and Sandra knew
everything about Babs—everything except for how old she’d been the
first time her step-father did it to her. She kept that a secret until after
he’d fucked Sandra too.
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Of course, when Babs finally caught on and confronted Sandra,
they’d argued at first. But, like friends often do, they’d blamed
the other concerned parties and decided to get even with those who’d
tempt them to cheat on each other. It was fun making up too, Sandra
demonstrating what her friend’s Daddy had done to her those afternoons
they’d spent together.
That’s when they came up with a way for Sandra to make up for
cheating on her best friend. Actually the whole idea had been Babs, she
confessing that she’d always had a crush on Sandra’s Daddy.
“I’ve had you. My Daddy has had you too. You’ve had
me and my Daddy. The only fair thing is for me to have your Daddy
too.”
Sandra, of course didn’t see things quite that same way.
“My Daddy hasn’t had either of us. I can’t help it he
thinks it’s wrong for him to do his own daughter. Why should you be able
to have sex with him when I can’t?”
“Because you cheated on me, that’s why. If you can have
mine, why shouldn’t you let me have yours too? You’re the one who expects me to
do the forgiving. Let’s see if you care enough to even the score. You
fucked my Daddy now. Shouldn’t that should entitle me to yours
too?”
Sandra, newly initiated into womanhood by her friend’s Daddy, saw
interesting possibilities in the wicked proposal. Especially after experiencing
her older lover, lately she found herself wondering how the man she loved more
than any in the entire world would compare sexually with the one she’d
already had
. Wasn’t second hand love at least a little comparable to
experiencing him first hand herself? Besides, maybe her own Daddy would be
vulnerable to his daughter’s advances if he found her friend as
satisfying as Sandra suspected he would.
***
With their dubious plan drawn up, the girls staged an argument, two
best friends in a little girlish ‘tiff’ on what was supposed to be
an all-night sleepover. Babs angrily insisted on going home, She wasn’t
about to stay a minute longer with someone as mean and selfish as Sandra had
become.
Daddy, as anticipated, volunteered to take Babs home. Sandra wasn’t about to accompany
someone who treated her as badly as her so-called ‘friend’. She
didn’t care if they ever saw each other again. That’s the way they
staged it, anyway. Alone with
Daddy, the rest was up to her young friend.
Of course it was just a
lie, an elaborate plan thought up by the two girls to reap justice on the ugly
mother and to make up for Sandra’s ‘infidelity’ with Babs’
Daddy. She wouldn’t even tell
her best friend just exactly how giddy the thought made her. Doing each other,
Babs and her Daddy, the two most beautiful people in the entire world, enjoying
each other and Sandra made it all possible.
“God, Babs is such a perfect friend, Why, I just love her to
pieces.”
It wasn’t exactly like she was sacrificing all this in the name
of justice, though. Sandra wished she herself could be walking in her girl
friend’s shoes, or, more accurately, wearing nothing at all. No shoes, no
panties, no bra, nothing between her and Daddy. Just two beautiful bodies doing
what Sandra had just recently done with her best friend’s Daddy.
Of course it could never be that way. Her Daddy was too nice to take
advantage of his step-daughter that way, even if they weren’t
‘flesh and blood’. At least there was no moral reason he
couldn’t have her friend that way. The conniving daughter thought he
probably would. She was happy for him and envied them both.
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The rain was beating
furiously on the car top now, erotically appropriate for what was taking
place. It was hot and humid inside,
windows fogged over, with no opportunity to open them for cooling relief. Not without literally drowning from the
deluge, anyway.
The car was steamy, the
radio blaring unexplainably loud, both of them sweating but neither noticed nor
cared. He was sitting in the passenger side, his pants and shorts down around
his ankles. She’d taken off her borrowed jacket a half hour ago. Wearing that short little blue and white
skirt, the cheerleader outfit, a replica of his daughter made his fantasy come
true.
Looking up at this
doll-like creature, her handsome lover, her best friend’s Daddy grunted
out his pleasure as her wet warmth slowly unfolded and welcomed him in. She was
moaning too, this girl who he’d watched grow into a woman.
This most lovely little
creature had him in her now, not very far, but her tight, slick heat slowly
encasing him was mind boggling. Her pretty green eyes were glazed over, lost in
her own throngs of pleasure.
He was franticly trying
to take some, at least a bit, of his consciousness away from what was happening
right then. He already was aware this first time with someone so young and
pretty, that he was experiencing the most intense sexual pleasure he’d
ever known. Having someone like this one couldn’t possibly last very
long, but it has to be longer than this.
She, this lovely Barbie
doll with the perfectly formed young body, adjusting to a physical mismatch
that seemed almost impossible, momentarily paused with her stretching, blissful
descent. Shuddering out a feeble little gasp at such an unequal intrusion, her
lust driven mind was pleading to continue.
***
“Sandra, your
daddy had me literally out of my mind. He was so big, bigger than you could
ever imagine. It felt so good, but it was hurting too. I had to have more, yet
what I already had was so tight I could hardly move.
In her confused
impalement, ‘he’s barely in, yet I feel so full,’ she had
fallen forward, and his face was now buried in her firm little breasts, a perfect
mouth full as he tasted and delighted in her ‘little girl smell’.
She’d raised,
paused at the edge of ecstasy and then lowered again, slowly repeating, each
time taking more of the most the inexperienced girl had ever known.
“The others were
boys…this time I’m having myself a man…a real man.”
Sandra smiled at her
friend saying those words. She didn’t think Babs included her own Daddy
in that comparison. She knew from her own experience that man was sure
‘no boy’.
It was exciting thinking about her Daddy
being so big and doing her little friend. She’d know for herself too. She
had her plan now. Whether he thought it was immoral or not, she was going to
have him too. Babs having him before she got her chance too, was all right
though. In a way it would help with what she planned for later.
There was no jealousy,
either, for what the two of them did together. How proud Sandra was that her step daddy
bought her friend all that pleasure, just like Babs’ daddy made her feel.
***
Stan Compton
experienced a lot of different women in his life, but this had to be the
world’s greatest score. He wondered if she’d liked what
they’d done half as much as he did. The sweetie sure acted like she did,
at least after they’d got to going at it real good.
God, she had been so
tight for him. It was ecstasy in motion, that snug warmth drawing back and
forth on his length, girdling his expanded engorgement. It was like he’d
died and gone to heaven. Forward, his mouth and lips tasted her developing
apples—and then, back, her ninety cheerleader pounds settled full on him,
a redundant bliss that only found relief in repeat.
She was leaning farther
forward now, drawing out most of his length as her appreciative lips met his in
a deep, soul reaching kiss. Then there was the journey back, excruciatingly
slow, tantalizing blissful exchange. Sitting upright, triumphant in her pose,
she had as much of him as he had to give. But it was just too much.
As urgency overcame
him, his hands moved from her breasts to her trim waist, to that place just
above where tummy changed to rounding hips. He had to keep her motionless, keep
his little blonde from making any movement at all.
She was just too tight,
to damn pretty. The woman with the looks of a child and he couldn’t take
his eyes and mind, his sensory feeling away from what was happening right then.
From deep in his groin there began a pending crescendo. He’d tried to
delay, had wanted this to last forever. But with the most desirable creature
imaginable looking down at him, them so deliriously attached, her face all
weak-eyed and appreciative, it was just too much for a man to …
Thank God he
didn’t have to worry about birth control.
“She’s absolutely gorgeous.
Such a pretty little girl, and look how much she appreciates what’s happening
to her. Just perfect, she feels so damn good.”
Right then he
didn’t care if their ‘sin’ produced a hundred babies. If she
was as young as she looked, instead of how old he knew she really was,
he’d have done twenty years in jail to do what he couldn’t stop
now. Even if he’d wanted too, how could a man stop doing something as
good as what he was happening right now?
***
After they both
finished, his little blonde collapsed forward, totally exhausted from what
they’d done. With her
straddling and still attached, the lovers clung together in exhausted
bliss. Listening to the soft rain
on the car’s roof, they stayed in each others arms for the longest time.
Sitting on him like this, they were kissing again, soft tweaks at first, and
then passion was getting intense again.
Deep inside, in a hidden place in her
body she didn’t even know existed until that night, she felt him getting
larger. From her dominant position, Babs saw that he was looking up at her.
Such a handsome man Sondra’s daddy was. She was wiggling down on what was
again so stiff and hard inside her.
“Oh, so
big” gasp “and, so tight.” She’d added, gradually
moving slowly and steadily on him again.
Her older lover kissed
his young admirer tenderly, smiled, and, placing his hands around her trim
waist easily moved her off of and beside him. He started the car, defogged the
window briefly, and then drove them to their next destination.
Did Mr. Compton take
Babs home then? Not on your life. Another few miles down the road was one of
those ‘cheap ass’ little motels, the kind where lovers go when they
don’t want to be found out. He awakened the clerk while Babs waited in
the car.
It was the last unit on
the right. She waited while he unlocked the door. Later she told her friend how
exciting it’d been. Sandra’s Daddy picked her up so easily in his
strong arms. Like a child she’d felt when he’d carried her and
placed her so gently on the bed.
Then it wasn’t
like that anymore, it was a man making love to his woman. Over and over, all
night long…they fucked all night long.
…
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He stood on the porch
of her upscale, colonial style home, waiting for her to appear. Just as he
predicted, there she appeared, hurried and impatient. This wouldn’t take
long.
“Hello my name is
Mark Goodman and I’m working my way through college. I’m just three
subscriptions away from winning next year’s scholarship. I wonder if
you’d be so gracious as to give me a few minutes of your time so that we
might go over the list of available renewals and many exciting new periodicals
that my company offers.”
He’s relieved the
hard part is over. She’ll be shouting it out.
“No, do I look like I’m the
kind of woman who has nothing to do but sit around talking with the likes of
you about stupid magazines?”
The door will slam in
his face and he can go on to the next door and experience the same scenario all
over again. He can hardly wait till the end of this day. When it’s over,
he’s going to tell them exactly where they can ‘shove’ this
motley job.
He was confused. She, a
distinctively attractive older woman, had done a flip-flop and now was
appraising him in what appeared to be a downright friendly manner. She was
awfully exposed though, almost mid morning with those ‘baby
doll’s’ peeking out from that immodestly open short little gown.
Those ‘oh so nice’ legs, that tapered waist, her pushed up bazoms
reminded him of someone.
He remembered—it
was
It’d take longer to
set the scene than to complete the act. On the couch with her image in one hand
and his pecker in the other, he’d lie there, ‘beating his meat to
the beat’.
He’d imagine that
gorgeous woman walking on him.
“One of these
days these boots are going to…walk all over you.”
Listening to a couple
of stanzas of that, and imagining himself between her beautiful legs, she holding those long black boots high
in the air, his stroking hand would lose its rhythm. A few spastic jerks and the
pubescent boy would erupt.
A couple of days later and he’d
have her again. Those many sticky, gooey Kleenexes his mother would pick up
from bedside and dispatch into the trash were evidence of his lust for his
‘older’ woman.
Mrs. Compton has seen
all she needs to see. God has answered her prayers. Well, she guessed maybe it
really was the devil who was filling her mind with
erotic possibilities.
It seemed like just yesterday that
she’d caught her daughter with a young man, them naked on the bed, her
barely past puberty body straddling and being violated by that magnificent
young cock. The hussy was much too immature to appreciate something wonderful
like she had been having. That boy should have had an experienced woman to
learn from, someone who knew how to please a man, someone like Emily Compton.
Well, this one would do
just fine. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to surmise she already had him
snared; the spider had the fly in her web. The boy was mesmerized; beyond even
caring what she would want from him. She could almost feel sorry for him all
sweaty and red, barely able to stammer out another sentence. She knew his
erratic reactions weren’t just nervousness about selling magazines. Oh,
he’d been plenty awkward right from the start. But, when he started to
notice her little exhibition, that’s when he really started coming
undone.
After his
‘canned’ speech, when his eyes opened to just exactly what was
standing so immodestly before him it was like she’d hit him smack between
the eyes with a ‘two by four’. His nervous gaze focused first on
her bare feet and trim ankles, then on her calves and woman thighs. Lingering
where the hem of her baby dolls let little glimpses of her frilly pink panties
appear underneath, you couldn’t have pried that silly boy’s eyes
off her voluptuous body by then.
No denying the effect this older lady was
having on her young man either. Her experienced eyes looking ‘down
there’ she could almost hear that uncontrollable rush of blood
replenishing his exciting young organ, how it was coming to life before her
very eyes.
His eyes were on her
bare midriff now, her belly button, then back to gracious curve where hips
joined slim waist. How could a potent young man not notice her bodice; the way
it was specially designed to push her ample mammary up and out for maximum
effect? He admired the graceful
curve of neck and shoulders and finally sweet, pouty mouth and sharp
‘see-all’ eyes framed by frosted, off blond hair. He didn’t
mean to stare; he just plain couldn’t stop admiring all this immodest
beauty, a woman, older, mature and just perfect.
When it finally dawned
on him, the moment he realized those sharp blue eyes were focused on his lower
body and the effect she was having on him, that’s when it fully hit him.
Well, not entirely, it was when those discovering lady eyes slowly moved their
way down his body, lingering what seemed an eternity, then back up to his. From
her seductive smile, he realized she knew exactly what he wanted; the bulge had
given him away.
He couldn’t even
look at her any more. Flushed and confused, his only instinct was to flee.
He’d never had a woman before, Mark Goodman, a nineteen year old dummy
who not even those wild, sexy college girls would want. He wanted to run, to
hide, would have apologized for his unseemly behavior but was speechless, his
mouth open but no words coming out, no sound at all.
She’d reached
out, cupped his face in her soft hands and looked sympathetically into his
eyes.
“You poor boy, I
know what you need. We’ll talk about magazines later.”
God, his Lady was confident
and sure of herself. Could she be offering him what he thinks she is?
Smiling, she’d
welcomed him into her home. He’d focused totally on her rhythm, the
gentle sway of her hips as those long tapered legs and trim waist, as his lady
led him through the house. No words were spoken as he followed her over the
plush carpets, up the elaborate winding stairway, through a doorway and into
her perfumed bedroom. With confident fingers, Emily Compton unbuttoned, then
removed Mark Goodman’s shirt.
Then, sitting on the
canopied bed with him standing in front, she undid his trousers, and then
removed his jockeys. His sandals must have fallen off somewhere between there
and here. From welcoming him inside to now, not one word had been spoken, and
all this has happened.
***
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