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Little Big Girls

‘Emily? Wake up. Are you alright?’

(Abby slurring) ‘uncle.. she’ll be fine. we just had too much to drink.. ‘

‘Are you sure? She’s not dead right?’

‘Haha! No. She won’t die so easily.. ‘

Kneeling on the second row of seats to check in on my daughter (in the last row) who just turned eighteen, I was their so-called ‘designated driver’, though I was only required to pick the both of them up. I was about to let them catch some sleep at where they were seated (or lying) when out of nowhere, Abby climbed drunkenly into my lap.

Inappropriate as it may be, I did not just ‘throw her off’ but tried to lift her away respectfully, aware that she was simply misbehaving under influence. After a few attempts to move her, she grew impatient and straight up pulled her spaghetti-top off, unsettling me with her defiance, to flash a pair of braless, glorious tits, in a brightly-lit car.

With a flick of her wrist, she put the lights out and smushed her lips, unromantically against mine. My flailing, panicking hands were next to be subdued, once she had tucked them under her thighs. In a few, swift motion, she managed to undo my pants, and pulled them low enough to expose my semi-rigid cock. Our mouths, they continued to be occupied with each other until I wriggled my hands free, to massage her petite, minor-B cups.

Amidst the groans and muffled moans, I was soon writhing in her little hands as they stroked and milked me, with little care for Emily’s presence. In two, intense minutes, Abby had sunken into the tiny space between the front-passenger seat and my feet, mouth salivating at the cock she was holding endearingly. As soon as she put me between those soft, pink lips, I envisioned a plunge into a bottomless abyss, one that ‘drown’ by pleasure, and its breathlessness that ensued. I could not fight the quiver that was resonating through my body, nor suppress the sighs of gratification escaping my lips, or divert my undeserving gaze away from her.

It is, one thing to indulge in a good blowjob, but to be the ‘indulgement’ for an unreserved lady, it could completely rewrite a man’s definition of ‘ownership’. Before I knew it, I was hard, and delusional enough to let her climb onto my cock without showing any signs of reluctance. It was especially hot to see how amenable she was, to raise that grey, skater skirt for her friend’s father.

After all that, I barely had any strength to hold any parts of me up, save for the one she stuffed inside her pussy. Holding onto my shoulders, her hips immediately went into overdrive, bouncing and piling into my lap, jamming that hot piece of rod deeply into her cunt. With her legs spread around me, she was as wide as I felt at ‘home’ in her, while the occasional contractions kept my grasps on her waist tight, and my toes curled.

We were a good, few minutes into it when she abruptly succumbed to exhaustion, which was kind of ‘expected’ given how wild she started. So, it was my turn to put her on her knees, flatten the seat, bend her over, and went at her in doggy-style. It took us no time to get right back into the mood, banging and wailing for our lives until Emily jolted awake. For the split second we froze with our genitals intact, Emily swopped in for her friend’s lips, and breasts, and revitalised our guilty tryst.

(Abby moaned) ‘Em.. EM! wait.. I.. I sucked your dad with these.. ‘

‘So?’

Without fear, she kissed Abby’s daddy-stained lips and the passion-level in the car shot through the roof. Slowly, Emily let herself slide lower into her seat, until she was approximately ‘right under’ her friend. Fucked from behind, kissed from under, and jiggled in the middle, Emily finally revealed her intent when Abby moaned significantly louder, to the fingers we could feel rubbing her clit.

Emily, had put her middle and fourth fingers around her friend’s pussy, to give my shaft a ‘massage’ as I went ‘in and out’, while her thumb on that same hand, was arched inwards to produce the knuckle rubbing Abby’s clit. My daughter, was literally stroking me, as she rubbed her friend crazy.

For the next few, indescribable minutes after she pulled that stunt, Abby just went berserk with orgasms while my stokes became increasingly-erratic, as an expression for that ever-tightening pussy I had to plow harder and harder into. When it was time to finally end the mess, I used the milisecond-long void (of sensation) to retract hips, evacuate my swollen manhood out of Abby’s cock-wrenching vagina, and mistakenly let Emily caught hold of me.

Giving it a harmless tug, my body intuitively toppled over the girls for ‘self-preservation’, only to give Abby more ‘length’ to jerk me properly. Over the subsequent, twenty or so demoralising seconds she masturbated me between their bodies, I experienced the most controversial moment in my entire life, part aroused, part ashamed, part afraid, part egoistic, part suicidal. I had no clue about having any closure until I felt another hand, belonging to Abby, joining Emily.

The two hands then interlocked, and delivered me to my inevitable doom. When we came unstacked, the girls were covered in a sticky mess, which they then proceeded to lick off each other’s belly. Faced with a new dilemma, I continued on our journey to Abby’s home, before returning to our cosy abode. After taking our showers, Emily called me into her room, and my loss of words persisted when I walked in on her, unzipping her hoodie to reveal the nothingness we had to hide from each other.

From that night onwards, we maintained our distance and watched ourselves on the occasions that we couldn’t. We never allowed ourselves to get too close, or speak too freely, or behaved any bit suspicious, until we could be alone for at least an hour. And even then, we stood by one, single rule – no penetration, of any manner, is allowed. For everything else, Abby would be there, to fill the gap between their legs.

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Surprised, Me

(I asked loudly) ‘IS THIS FOR YOUR SKIN?’

Against the blaring loud music playing in the club, I had to make sure that Maeve could hear my concerns, especially when she raised her glass of vodka to wash down the pill. Once her throat was cleared, she hopped off the bar stool and tiptoed to bring her lips closer to my ears.

(Maeve whispered) ‘it’s a surprise.. for you.. ‘

Intrigued, and somewhat taken aback by her reply, I could only ‘sit back and enjoy’ the execution of her ‘surprise’ as she strutted off, in a straight and absolute path towards the dance floor like she had already found someone to ‘prey’ on. I was still scanning the crowd for any familiar faces when she wedged herself between a dirty-dancing couple, and a slim, short-haired guy that vibed ‘recruit’.

As far as I, and very likely Maeve, could tell, there wasn’t anyone who appeared ‘romantically’ or ’emotionally’ involved in him, thus explaining her brazen move to pull him in for a kiss that no one was prepared for. Maintaining her firm, passionate kissing, she began caressing him with her other hand, running it over his chest, down his abs, and stopped right over his groin.

It was at this point one of his buddies, I supposed, whispered something to him that sent him glancing in my direction. Unwilling to spoil their mood, I raised a thumb-up gesture at him and he swiftly turned his attention to her. In no time, the two of them were ‘dancing’ in a conspicuous manner, hips moving in awkward, unnatural angles which was obviously lust-driven.

At one point, she broke lip-contact with him and mumbled something into his ear, leading him to gather his other, similarly-short-haired friends, towards them. After a few more seconds of inaudible ‘discussion’, the three of them dispersed for their respective tables, to collect their belongings and me, for more activities outside the club.

Over the next twenty minutes, the four of us took a cab to a budget hotel, checked into two rooms, but convened in one. During the brief moment Maeve was in a room with me, we just made out uncontrollably, until the two guys showed up. With time ticking down on the ‘transit’ clock, she led them to the bed and gave them literal free-reign, to which they gracefully honoured by stripping her down respectfully.

Once the trio were in their bathing suits, Maeve took the lead and began going down on one of them, while instructing the other to ‘get her ready’ without sticking his fingers in her pussy. As oppressed as they were, I was mostly impressed at how they treated my princess, like a princess that had some sort of hold over them. One by one, Maeve put their reputation of being NSFs to the test by sucking the lives out of their cocks, while I had to occasionally turn down their invite to ‘join them’.

When she was finally exhausted from vacuuming their unrelenting manhood, it was their turn to in her own words, ‘do some work’. The first guy laid her in the missionary position and promptly filled her pussy up with cock, and returned her favour by unlocking his ‘beast’ mode. Starting his ‘shift’ with strong, powerful thrusts, Maeve was very quickly overpowered by his sheer will, moaning and squirming out-of-control while she fumbled for the other guy.

Using the other guy’s cock as a gag, the three of them were finally in a proper ‘threesome’, though there was much to say about how long the guys would last with their unmanaged stamina. Maeve, who was lying on her back, slipped her fingers over her clit and instantly drove the cock inside her, crazy. The inexperienced guy then picked up his pace, only to reach his limits after two, violent minutes.

(Maeve asked breathlessly) ‘are you cumming? you can cum inside me.. it’s safe.. ‘

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yesss.. ‘

With that, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in (and out), until he came deep into her pussy. Once he was done and out of the way, Maeve automatically went into doggy-style and asked, pleadingly, for the second guy to fuck him. In a flash, he was in, but moved in a more-controlled manner than his buddy. Thrusting his cock rhythmically into my princess, I indulged in the delightful scene while the first guy emerged from the bathroom in smiles. Sitting himself down next to me, we just watched their unraveling (of lust) in grateful silence.

With slapping noises echoing around the room, Maeve couldn’t help herself and returned her fingers to her clit, massaging them for as long as the second guy needed to show some ‘response’. In her tightened-pussy, he too, succumbed, though much later to the relief of Maeve. In those few, loud, intense minutes, she managed to climax twice before he let his seeds out into her.

When their casual, unplanned tryst ended, the boys retreated to their room while I tended to Maeve, who was dripping cum, and still hungry for mine. In my defence, she did say ‘do anything you want to me’ when I went all out at her pussy in missionary, then mouth, to feed her my cum-covered cock that would serve up my own dose of sex.

About an hour into our ‘stay’, we received a call from the front desk, about an ‘extension’ that ‘someone’ had made for us. We couldn’t help but ‘interrogated’ our guests, for a confession that they were the ones who converted our two-hour commode into an overnight package.

To thank them, Maeve asked for them to ‘visit’ as soon as they were ready and she took them for another (two) ride. Over a brief period of four hours, she extracted five rounds from them, and two measly loads from me. We spent the rest of the night in deep sleep for whatever came the next morning.

(Maeve confessed) ‘I have four more pills to finish.’

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Public Works

Somehow, I could sense an intense, different vibe in the air despite our ‘distance’, in terms of our colleague-friends relationship. For the past few months that we have worked together, we had a generally-easy time together. I didn’t know why would my heart be racing so wildly while seated ordinarily next to her, as if something was about to happen. Although I could ‘blame’ it on the seclusion of our location, or my over-imaginative mind, it didn’t help that she was stealing shady glances at me.

Out of the blue, she leaned over to my side and caught my anxious hand, holding it in a supposedly-reassuring way. Not long after that awkward skin-on-skin contact, she cosied up to me and placed her head onto my shoulder, and artlessly slipped her arm under mine.

Up till then, we had not exchanged a single word yet, and I learnt that none was really needed once she put a hand over my groin. Keeping myself as composed as I could, I was in fact trying to slow the hyper-ventilation brought upon by her sudden, unexpected advances. I was about to lose my mind when she tucked that same hand under my untucked shirt, unclasped my belt, jeans-button, and wriggled into my tights.

Given how ‘dire’ and ‘fast’ we were moving, I was somewhat relieved when she did nothing else in there except to hold my throbbing, erecting weiner in a loose grip. In return to her assertive ‘moves’, I sat my arm into her chest, and made sure my hand was in the area of her groin. Without any signs of resistance, it was my turn to ruffle her ‘feathers’ and made my trip into her panties as unobtrusive as possible, until my hand was warmly-cupped over her pussy.

As far as workplace-relationships matter, it was obvious that we would never be the same after this, or perhaps, ‘this’ was already ticking in our systems long before we got this close. In any case, we ‘officially’ broke our walls the moment our hands began moving, in our short, eager strokes, or deep, immersive jerks. Like a firecracker, our mental barriers were systematically ripped apart as our breaths hastened, until I was as hard as she was wet.

At that point, and place, there was little (more) we could do but she, apparently, had other ideas. In a nonchalant manner, she got up, hiked her skirt above her bum, and opened my legs to stand between them. I did my only job, that was to pry that fly hole wide, and held my cock upright for her.

In an instant, she had sat over my dick and was wearing my arms as a belt, while we took our time to do a casual scan of our surroundings for any peeping toms. Once clear, she engaged in a very-restrained tempo, sliding her ass so ever gently and patiently to maneuver my cock inside her.

For the few, brief occasions I could freely thrust my hips at her pussy, we wholeheartedly indulged in as much as our precarious state allowed us to. As for most of our public tryst, she did most of the work and managed to come twice with some aid from her fingers.

Once we had enough of our risky endeavour, we returned to our original place and she resumed her handjob, under the cover of her pullover that hid what skin her suggestive bratop tried to show off. About five minutes in, I voiced my immenient orgasm and let her evacuated her cardigan, though I didn’t foresee her brazen decision to replace her hand with her mouth.

Faced with the warmest and wetter adversary, I caved within the next few seconds and spritzed my entire load in the most violently-soulful, thoroughly-cleansing fasion. In the blink of an eye, I was drained and void of any pressure, though I suspected the presence of a negative-pressure in my loin.

Without much mess to clean, we got dressed and remained in that bench for some time, before she accepted my offer to send her home. In the taxi, our hands were all over each other again and we united once again at a stairwell, letting our darkest desires take their turns to inflict unspeakable agony, in the glorious spite we have accumulated, but held back from each other.

From shoving, slapping, pinching, to choking, scratching, biting, we even exchanged spits and punches during the course of our rough public sex. After we had gotten our fair share of insanely-intense orgasms, we were just panting and sniggering, in smiles at the deplorable things we had just experienced.

At the end of the night, we found ourselves texting incessantly, trading photos of our bruises that only surfaced much later. It was then we agreed, that we should avoid ‘visible’ areas the next time, so we wouldn’t invite any unwanted attention.

Point is, ‘the next time’.

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Pavlov’s Mornings

For reasons I didn’t want to admit, my body had an almost-instant reaction to the scent of Emily’s blankie, being pulled over my eyes. While it began as a ‘sneak attack’ to wake her lazy dad up, the combination of being blindfolded, and getting ‘jumped on’, stirred quite a response I had to warn her about. Despite my caution, the innocent and simply minded girl just couldn’t get the message.

Over the years, as she grew up to be an active teenager, our daily morning, wake-up call turned into an unspeakable – secret(?). Like always, she threw her blanket over my face and proceeded to climb onto my resting body, precisely placing her groin on top of mine and did her little ‘wriggle’, to wake ‘me’ up. Once there was something substantial between her legs, she would gyrate her hips in a different vibe, though her intentions were fairly obvious to me.

That routine, that had initially lasted as long as it took for her to get an orgasm of sorts, soon advanced in its duration, and intensity, on a special occasion she skipped an entire day of lectures for. Showing up in just an oversized t-shirt and non-existent bottoms, I was more nervous that day. Just as I thought that nothing more would happen, I realised that her hips were moving in a particular way – that subtly lowered my boxers.

Before I knew it, our genitals were grinding skin-on-skin together, slightly lubricated by fluids I couldn’t endorse. ‘Dry-humping’ in an eerie silence, I was somewhat glad when she finally slowed down, having pushed me to my limits, in terms of ‘size’ and ‘stiffness’. Just when I thought it was over, she slid her waist up my belly and fell her braless chest in my face, before her body slipped downwards, going right over my cock.

While the insides of all vaginas might have ‘minor’ differences, she was a ‘whole new world’. She was so comfortably warm that my entire body might have just melted, and had a perfectly-tuned tightness that felt so rightfully mine.

(She moaned) ‘you fit.. so well inside.. inside me like.. like you are made for me.. ‘

As soon as we fused, our bodies just mindlessly took over and hips began jerking, both together and against each other. Her juices flowed proportionately to the intensity of our motion, without causing any unwanted sloshing or slurping noises. My mind was just drifting in and out of unworldly ecstacy while she was panting not too dissimilar to a good workout.

I couldn’t help but started feeling up her legs, waist, breasts, before she replaced one of my hands at her clit. Quickly slapping a hand over mine (at her groin), she was literally rubbing herself through me, to stimulate more juices for a faster ride. After I felt both her hands on the mattress by my neck, my body was immediately sent to the edges of hell once she repositioned her ass, to bounce rampantly on my tattered morals.

I spent the next few seconds groaning for my life before I had to change my tone, to a more stricter tone for her to get out of an impending finale I had little control over. Down-playing my unwarranted cries that were obviously made early, she let her pussy down my cock one last time and re-enlisted her fingers, for her own unruffled climax.

Little did I expect, the serenity of such a ‘scene’ was not to be underestimated, for the turbulances inside her pussy was rousing my overly-jacked manhood. In less than two minutes, without any visible, big gestures, I was in a more defenceless state than ever.

(I grunted) ‘Em.. emily! i’m.. shi.. shit shit.. ‘

In a single, swift maneuver, she evacuated ground-zero and I promptly let the first of many violent jets of cum exit my member, except she caught every one of them in the mouth she punctually repurposed, quelling the mess I would have otherwise, made. With my balls emptied, and righteousness skewed, she picked her blankie off my eyes and left the room, for me to wallow in guilt.

No more than thirty minutes later, clearly too disturbed to go back to bed, my phone buzzed to a yearly reminder I had set – to ‘celebrate baby’s birthday’. Recalling that it was ‘another’ Monday that she should be in school, I crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, ready to whip up her favourite pancakes (with maple syrup) to start her day.

Halfway through the cooking, she reappeared in a more appropriate attire, and hugged from behind.

‘I love you dad.’

‘I love you too Emi. What would you like to do today?’

Without hesitation, she tucked her hands into my waistband and fondled my slimy cock, still unwashed from our earlier pursuit. Not before long, she found herself on top of the kitchen counter, was getting fed pancakes from my mouth while getting pounded by another organ below my waist. For the last piece of pancake, I obligingly drizzled ‘another type of syrup’ only to see her gobble it up as hungrily as it was disparaging to the efforts I put in to produce them.

For most of the day, we stayed home and made good use of a certain ‘medication’ I took to keep my little head in the game, until Janice, her best friend, dropped by at 4pm to celebrate her birthday with a small cake. Once we had a few drinks in our system, Emily ‘offered me up’ to her friend and the two of us poured our lust out, exchanging dirty pleasantries as ‘secretly’ as we couldn’t since ‘Emily can never know’.

Long story short, for the next few hours after Janice was gone, and the days that follow, we always knew exactly what we wanted to do to each other, and with Janice when she visited ‘us’ more frequently.

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Sex-Life Balance

‘Welcome home love. How’s work today?’

‘It’s fine.’

Without giving me any elaboration, it was the first time she didn’t seem too glad to be home, much less the lack of any endearing reply. ‘Fearing’ for my own well-being, I kept a close eye on her for any clues to her unusual mood, but was only made more worried when she ‘stormed’ over to my side (on the couch). Not a single word was said during the entire time she took her jewellery off, and bunned her hair up for whatever she was going to do.

The next thing I know, she climbed onto the couch, tucked herself into my chest, and began planting kisses while her hand wriggled its way into my boxers. As much as I welcome such advancement, especially on such a delightful evening, I couldn’t help but remain distracted with her earlier mood, like it was an emotion we should address before she ‘explodes’.

(I asked) ‘Love? Did something happen?’

(Breaking away from my lips) ‘No. Nothing happened.’

It didn’t take her any longer to begin dining on my cock, well-hardened by her skilful fingers and her extra-passionate kisses with lots of tongue-sucking. In an instant, I was transported into another world as she gorged on my meat pole, sucking it with outmost affection. As she took me increasingly-deeper down her throat, I was about to fall in love with her new ‘mood’ when she suddenly bit down on my shaft. Shocked as I may be, I didn’t think much about any of it since she was aware that I had a certain fetish ‘to be hurt that way’, though she did not provide the after-pain relief that was supposed to be the whole point of it.

After going through that agonising torture multiple times without an end in sight, my mind was obviously not any more ‘aroused’ than what my physical form portrayed. Despite my dwindling interest in any more surprise-derived pleasure, I decided to stay mum while she pulled her dress up, revealing her panty-less state I couldn’t be bothered with.

Turning her back on me, she held my dick upright and promptly slipped me into her unexpectedly wet pussy, garnering an exasperated moan from me. Nothing more was left for me to do except to hang tight while she rode me to her heart’s content, uncaring if I was over-sensitive. Only after two or three life-draining orgasms, did she finally slow down, enough for me to get some sense of arousal from her unrivalled dedication.

Soon, I was able to find my pace, along with a slow buildup to my own orgasm.

(I panted) ‘Love? I’m about to cum.’

(In her unwavering voice) ‘Ok.’

In the same monotonous spirit, she got out of my lap and went onto her knees, jerking me in more angry overtone than love. With time, and ample amount of saliva, I managed to cum into her unforgiving mouth that actually launched an oral assault I have never encountered. Sucking and slurping mercilessly at my debilitated penis, I had become the direct recipient of the rage her workplace had caused. Within seconds, I was pleading and groaning for her to let me off, to which she did, but promptly dropped the mouthful of cum right over my cock to suck them up again.

With that, she was done venting her frustration and disappeared into the bathroom. After a shower, I outright ignored her guilt-filled look and served up the meatball bolognaise I made for her.