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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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A Little Less Unknown

(Emma said) ‘See you later dad. Have a goodnight Sasha. See you tomorrow!’

The three of us were still smiling through the car window when Sasha ran her hand over my groin, and then held it tightly in her fist when she gave Emma the final wave. ‘Seeing’ what Sasha was capable of, I just couldn’t wait around any longer and drove us out of the carpark, feeling a little paranoid about what she had just put me through.

I was about to give her yet-another warning when she casually leaned over my lap, undid my pants, and took my weiner into her mouth – without any hesitation. Overwhelmed by such affection, my earlier frustration, along with any stress that had built up over the course of the day, was immediately averted by her conscientious attitude. Despite my divided attention, I was still able to reap the pleasurable effects of her diligence, especially at her lips professing diverse maneuvers on my manhood.

In no time, I was groaning, and trembling as she tucked me further down her throat, making sure to give me her ‘all’ before she started moaning herself. When she had to sit upright, it was so she could give herself some self-care, while keeping my loin up and tight with her other hand.

After twenty minutes or so, I made the big turn into her carpark, followed by a few more smaller ones into a parking lot. Once the engine was shut off, she enthusiastically turned the in-car camera towards the back and proceeded to take her white, off-shoulder dress completely off, before climbing into the rear. As a bigger (sized) man, I exited the car and joined her in the back, where she awaited in a semi-doggystyle position.

Taking up one (far) side of the seat each, I was ‘told’ to be seated as she perched herself into the doggystyle, though she didn’t raise her hips too high up. Just like that, I was completely relaxed this time, able to rest my back while she licked and savoured me, right down to the testicles that gave me the serious tremors. It was quite obvious that my sensitivity, and responsiveness, had an effect on her when she replaced that hand under her groin, to satisfy her own urges while she worked on mine.

Five minutes later into that one-(wo)man show, I couldn’t take the overwhelming stimulation anymore and asked to repay the favour. Without a word, she just plopped her ass down, laid flat on the seat, and hung her feet as far apart as they would go. I took her outstretched hands and realised how I might need them for the next part – only to find out that we didn’t have anything to worry about.

My hips proved agile enough to locate, and invade her nether region with multiple, slow thrusts, before I learnt of her inner-prowess. Warmed to perfection, soft to unspeakable fantasies, her vagina had that specific allure which no (male) bodies could resist. While her pussy did felt a little too ‘relaxed’ in the beginning, the subsequent in-out strokes somehow evoked an invisible rush of stimulants, that tightened her slippery grip around its ruler.

Shutting itself way harder than it should around my cock, I could see why she was putting on such an agonising look. It was as if, she was made to forcibly endure the pleasures her body had involuntarily enforced, by wrapping her susceptible vaginal walls around the bumpy texture of a relentless dick.

Each thrust, seemed to only drive her crazier, as I switched gears from ‘slide’ to ‘shove’, mainly to keep up with the penetrative nature of our promiscuous deed. At the end of the next barrage, I was covered in perspiration, while she was lost between the narrow shades of consciousness.

Just when I began my next ‘wave’ at a slower tempo, she regained some composure and involved her fingers on her clit, rubbing herself to an even more resilient tension in her pussy. Being aware that such ‘flashes’ might mean the end, I went against her ‘resistance’ and pushed myself harder, and deeper into her.

As we all have experienced, giving it our all for an unforeseeable end meant exhausting ourselves, and then depleting our reserves, before we traded-in our souls for some more strength to reach the climax that didn’t seem so worthwhile. In the extended spate of violent, and energetic outburst of profound euphoria, it was in fact, the gentle replenishment of life force which spontenously followed, that forged a certain bond between us.

Sure, we were drenched in perspration, but it was our other fluids that brought us closer. When I came back to my senses, and saw how she was licking up my cum from her fingers, I thought that perhaps, I had given us too much credit for the simple thing I did.

After we cleaned up whatever we could, we stayed for a bit more in the car, cuddling and making out like a young, budding couple. Nothing more was going to come out of this except for more sex, which she induced a little too easily than I would normally be.

(She asked softly) ‘will you show your little girl how she belongs to you, and only you?’

I carried her into my arms and put her down in doggy-style this time, spending just enough time to hike one of her knees onto the headrest, like a peeing-doggy. With a swift jerk of my hips, I was once again back inside her and welcomed a different, more endearing sensation in my mind. Just as she requested, I grabbed her waist and never let go for the rest of the ‘ride’ as I hammered the wind out of her, pumping my cock so wildy into her that she went hoarse.

Half-begging for mercy, half-begging for my continuance, I bit the bullet and went all the way with her request to ‘claim’ my little girl with daddy’s liquid love, and left deep, lasting impressions far down her pussy. Needless to say, I cleaned her up properly and let her take a nap until 2am, about when her parents would be concerned about her well-being.

Still, I couldn’t help but worry when I saw her ‘climbing’ up the stairs, stumbling against walls to get to the lift. When I finally arrived home, Emma was still up, and had this ‘grin’ on her face that didn’t go away until we talked about it. Yes, talked about how my very own daughter, ‘staged’ a car ride to fulfil her BFF’s specific fantasy to get fucked in my car.

(Emma whispered cheekily) ‘i won’t tell mummy.. i promise. but if Sasha needs a ride again.. could you.. ‘

(I hushed) ‘SHHH!’

After a few years ‘together’, Sasha left me for her rightful gentleman and ‘handed’ me over to Emma, along with a confession I would otherwise, never had known. To a large extent, and obvious reasons, those parting words of Sasha, were practically impossible to forget, or ignore – on any levels.

‘You know, you are perfect in so many ways that a lot of us girls fantasise about you, as our father, boyfriend, or even husband. Emma only ‘gave you up’ to me because she knows that she will never have a chance with you, to do the things we did. The secret she kept most strongly to herself was her fantasy to be close to you in every way even if it was sexual. She wanted to belong solely to the very man her friends desire, lust for, and maintain friendships with her for.

Will you believe me if I told you that she thinks of you whenever she masturbate?

But because of the respect you showed us, and Emma, she could never bring herself to disappoint you with an especially mindless confession. So, in case you haven’t realised, she strived to be the ‘wife’ you married, doing housework no one our age will, cooking homely dishes none of us could be bothered with.

I don’t know what you will do with what I told you, and I will text her what I told you because she is more important than our friendship. Please continue to take good care of her. I can never forget you.’

I didn’t wait one more night to confront Emma about what Sasha told me, and it took us the next morning to broker a new role she would play in the household. One, as the dutiful daughter expected of her, and two, as the woman she imagined herself to be in our lives.

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Cum-sharing

‘Oh my god Ginny.. what are you doing here so early?’

While it was one thing to see distant-but-familiar faces on the morning of my birthday, it was another, to see a barely-legal, teenage girl jumping around excitedly in front of my door. Since I mentioned ‘teenage’, it also meant that she was fashionably dressed too, in a black spaghetti top with lace-lined trims, and a pair of high-waisted denim shorts.

(Ginny exclaimed) ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY J! I just wanted to be the first person to wish you happy birthday – in person. And also give you your present before anyone. Quick, put this on!’

‘Are you going anywhere far?’

‘Nope! Just a few floors up where I kept your present.’

‘Haha. I hope it’s not really that big.’

Without wasting more of her time, I put on the blindfold and let her bring me into the lift, went up or down a few floors, before walking up two flights of stairs. At that point, I have to admit that I no longer knew where I was, though certain we were still within the building.

After she put my hands behind my back, placed me against a metallic ladder, did I realise where we really were – on the top-most floor below the roof.

‘Keep your hands there.. wait.. wait.. ‘

Whatever the surprise was, it was either a very lame gift, a very absurd present, or a ton of people on the other side of my blindfold. While my mind wandered further and further, I felt her hands against my arms again. And suddenly – ziiippppp

At once, I knew I was zip-tied, to no other than the ladder behind me. Following that crazy stunt, my boxers then dropped to my ankles before a pair of soft, cold fingers went around my cock-blocked-cock.

‘Hey hey hey.. what are you doing? I think this is going a bit too.. too.. ahhhh.. ahhhh.. ‘

One by one, my words floated away as her mouth began sucking on my flaccid cock. As to how I know it was (still) her, I could recognise her faint moaning voice as a result of breathing with a dick in her mouth. No balls or foreskin was left unturned as her lips reached farther down my shaft, until she was gagging.

By the time she ‘let me go’, warm saliva were literally dripping off my balls.

(Ginny asked breathlessly) ‘Ready for part two?’

‘What can I.. ‘

Giving up my futile response, her butt was next to come in contact with me, and yes, you guessed it. I was brought straight into her pussy and fucked backwards without a care. Even when my knees gave way and I tumbled onto the ground, she just went on her knees and continued fucking me, though I did thrust my hips for a few minutes while she was overwhelmed by her orgasms.

Things were beginning to get monotonous for us until pair of lips went right smack over mine, igniting a passionate, deep french kiss while I was helped onto my feet. The kissing lasted for as long as it took Ginny to replace my cock into her mouth, and also for my girlfriend’s body, whom I recognised through her lips, to start ‘jerking’ in a suspicious manner.

There was no need for me to guess what Maeve (my girlfriend) was up to once she whispered into my ear that she was getting fucked, to make my fantasy come true at the same time she was living her ‘dream’ – of seeing me getting pleasured by another girl. As we made out and got high to the dick and pussy of other people, she slowly peeled my blindfold off, to let me see the short queue behind her.

According her intermittment confession, they are all given permission to dump their D&D-free cum inside of her. As for me, the only request she had for me was that make full use of Ginny, as long as I cum inside her (my girlfriend), no matter mouth or pussy.

Once the five men were done with their work, we joined one of them in his 6-seater, driving up to a secluded spot of greenery for Ginny to express her sexual lust for me in its entirety. Maeve, on the other hand, sucked and stroked the ‘driver’ for entertainment while awaiting my cum, to satisfy her hunger where they call.

After the sun went down, the three of us, Ginny, Maeve and I, went for a dinner to thank G for her contribution, while Maeve broke another piece of news to us.

(Maeve sternly said) ‘So, I have already given permission to Ginny to meet you whenever she wants, and you can make it, but I want to extend that gesture to you too. But that doesn’t mean you go to her everytime you feel like having sex ok? I still want to please little J as often as you allow me to. That said, I guess you can cum wherever convenient when you’re with Ginny. As long as both of you take the necessary precautions ok?’

(Ginny gratefully said) ‘Sis.. I’m never going to take him away from you. I will always ask you along whenever it happens, and be more than happy for you to join in. But I can promise you.. he will be in good hands.’

(Maeve giggled) ‘Hehe. I’m so happy about this arrangement. Shall we head up now?’

(I asked) ‘Head up? Here?’

‘Uh.. Yes? I booked a room for the three of us! There’s still about.. three hours before your birthday is over? Let’s not waste any more time.’

That night, we went crazy on each other and fucked and sucked our morales away. The last thing we remembered was my two ‘accomplishments’. The first being, my tireless effort to cum at least once in both their pussies and mouths. And the second, as the girls’ first ‘all-out,girl-on-girl makeout’ sesh spurred by my spontaneous attempt to finger them while they laid side-by-side.

One to fuck, one to marry, what else can top that?

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Car Vibes

‘Open your mouth.’

Unsure of why I reacted so blindly to that, I was mostly glad that it was a huge mouthful of Filet O’ Fish that I tasted. In my alcohol-laden, heavy-minded state, I was warned not to lay my hands on any of the food, lest I slipped or dropped something in the back of the car.

Laying uselessly like a good-for-nothing king, I did felt like a fish at one time, as all I had to do was open and close my mouth, while being fed. My heavy eyelids were slowly going down until I accidentally bit her finger, which happened a few more times until she ‘angrily’ reciprocated the same ‘pain’ – except that she ‘sucked’ more than ‘hurt’.

With my mind unconsciously drifting to one, dangerous spot, my shorts were getting uncomfortably ‘crowded’. It didn’t take long for her to run a hand down my belly, unclasped my belt, and broke my food bump out for a breather.

Her hand, continued southward until she was in my boxers, fingers stealthily ensnaring my rising manhood. I turned my head to look at her and all I saw was a smittened, cheeky grin, before I groaned in pain as she made a cringing face.

Keeping all the words to ourselves, her head disappeared out of my sight and the next thing I felt was an overwhelming jolt of pleasure, warmth and moisture channeling down my cock as her lips trailed along my shaft.

The following minutes consisted purely of my breathless gasps, agonising groans, and erratic writhing, leaving me more drained than satisfied of everything that happened. Once she was done with me, she moved herself into my chest and let me put my arms around her, even going as far as under her tube top, where a pair of B cups awaited my caress.

After a brief, fingers-to-nipples play, I brought my hand to her thighs where it faced zero resistance on its path up her denim skirt. Of all the underwear I was anticipating, like cotton, lace, or even a thin g-string, there was nothing like that underneath.

Nothing but a warm, moist slit waiting for my touch.

A single, middle finger slipped right through the wet folds and hit her clit immediately, triggering a mini-shiver that forced her legs shut.

(She whimpered) ‘I don’t want your fingers inside.’

As soon as she completed her sentence, she leaned forward onto her hands and went into doggystyle, save for the part where she lowered her body as close to the seat to maximise my maneuverable space.

‘Ok. I get it now.’

I laid on top of her with one foot on the floorboard and guided my cock right into her pussy, facing some unbelievable tightness that I had to ‘push through’. Once we got over the initial discomfort/ ache, it was an all-out carnage after that. Slamming and pounding her tiny ass relentlessly, she was moaning her lungs out as I was coping with the counterproductive tension inside of her.

Because her labia, or whatever the outermost opening was called, was the only narrow part, it basically acted like a cock-ring, restricting any backflow that might ‘shrink’ my cock. With a humongous erection bigger than my normal, she was darting in and out of consciousness as I banged her harder.

‘J.. J.. AAAA!! I.. I CAN’T.. NNNGGHHHHH.. ‘

Suddenly, she went into a forceful, uncontrollable fit that shook her to the point she could no longer compose herself. Similar to a fish on dry land, she flopped around until her strength abruptly disappeared, for me to regain my rightful position inside of her again.

She achieved two more orgasms that were more or less normal, and was once again thrown into confusion as I expended my remaining energy for my very own climax. Raising her (movable) leg outward as far as possible (like a frog’s leg), I made sure to drill deep and fast into her while resisting her pulsing vagina.

No more than two minutes later, my cock flopped out of her cunt and every urge (of mine) disappeared at once, for a good reason one way or another, too.

The spiteful little fighter then dragged me by my legs to place me under her chest, spread my knees wide apart, and devoured my cock with a flinch. This time, I grabbed hold of her head and fucked her face in increasing ferocity, until she proved capable to sustain a deep-throat.

It was that and there I poured my balls of cum down her throat, missing all her taste receptors that would only get their share when she licked me clean.

Staying pantyless and disheveled for the rest of the drive to my home, we managed to go for another round, in missionary this time. More emotions, more lust, more perspiration, and definitely more cum – going into her.

Truth to be told, that was the main reason she bought a car of her own.

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Babydoll

‘Did you wear what I ask you to wear?’

(I whispered) ‘yes la! can you be softer?!’

With a chuckle, she stretched her hand over my lap and gave my groin area a squeeze, smiling even wider when she felt how ‘thinnly’ it was protected. Picking up my wrist closest to her, she first placed my palm on her thigh, then pushed it upwards of her dress – a baby doll type that I thought was a romper/ playsuit until my hand told me otherwise.

Shocked as I was, the erotic reveal, was in fact a prequel, to the astonishing warm and moist nether region that my fingers blindly wandered to.

(She whispered) ‘like it?’

‘Huh.. I.. yeah.’

Besides being dumbfounded at such a discovery, it was our ‘location’, inside of a moving, speeding taxi that truly bothered me. Unhampered by the presence of a stranger, she guided me deeper into her pussy, and about left it there before turning her attention towards me.

Sliding her hand up my wide thigh, it was too easy for her to find my hard on, positioned awkwardly downwards as if looking forward to ‘meet’ her. Just about then, the car stopped at a junction, and we noticed the driver’s wary eyes staring through the rear view mirror. For safety, we shifted me behind the front passenger seat, while she opened her legs even wider, to let that nosey driver peer under during his ‘casual’ glance.

Of course, we could see how bendy his eyelids were, purposefully driving slower to hit every traffic light so he could look sideways (and at us with his peripheral vision). By the second stop, she was almost forearm-deep up my shorts, rolling my foreskin up and down my shaft while my fingers just ‘resisted’ her involuntary contractions.

‘Sir? Can you stop by the side for a while? And turn off the in-car camera if possible?’

Within a minute, he accomplished her request, and even alighted the vehicle, to take a smoke right outside my window. With the interior lights on, he was able to clearly see how she unravelled my cock, and seamlessly devoured it between her sultry lips.

In no time, my toes were curling to a cramp, as like my fists which I could no longer keep open. Her head just went up and down in my groin, using the perfect-seal to awaken every nerve along my cock. Grunting and cringing like a virgin, it wasn’t until I got desensitised, did she stop her ‘torture’.

‘I think that’s about as hard as you can get right?’

‘It should be.’

There I was, staring at my red, swollen member while she had seemingly expected more. At that point, we didn’t want to waste any more time and went into missionary, placing her head at where the driver stood.

To be fair, she did her part to ‘incentivise’ the driver by putting on some exaggerated faces, though the reality was not too far off. Without a condom, I tucked my cock into her and slid it through comfortably snug tunnel, which wasn’t too tight for my own good.

What happened next was kind of ‘SOP’, thrusting and humping and pounding while she kept up the orgasmic look at him. Swapping through lips-biting, fluttering-eyelids, moaning loud enough for him to hear, she had to employ her fingers to put up that show.

Like life, the invisible changes inside her vaginal walls unfolded before my ‘(cock)eye’, squeezing, relaxing, releasing more juices, it wasn’t long before even I have to succumb to her incessant acting.

‘Cumming. I’m cumming!’

Upon my call of distress, she pulled on the handle and scurried outside, thereafter hurrying me to do the same. Bending her back over the window, she stuck her rear far enough for me to resume the sex, in standing doggy this time.

I humped and pumped for another few minutes, before signalling my own demise again.

‘Inside, inside. It’s safe.’

Shoving my cock the deepest I could remember, it was on the third thrust that I blew my load, far into her pussy that was simultaneously clenching on my lifeless cock.

Right after that, she opened the rear passenger door, invited me to sit back down, and proceeded to ‘excrete my mess’ out onto the ground. Once done, she returned to her seat on my lap, popped my limp dong into her, and ‘wore’ my arms like a seatbelt.

Following that, she bravely waved for him to go over (to her) and proceeded to give him a handjob, while I massaged her clit, and him on her chest. Let’s just say he didn’t take very long, to cum and ‘sow’ the grass patch with his seeds. We then promptly returned to our respective seats and resumed our journey for home.

When we alighted, we looked as platonic as any male and female friend, except we were going to some (other) floor of her block. I’m sure you guys can guess what was going to happen.

Cycling quickly through cowgirl, missionary, and standing-doggy, I ended the night with an intense blowjob where she remained on her knees while I purged my pipe into her mouth.

I could not be more surprised when to our driver who was still at the handicap lot where he dropped us off, and even more so when he offered to send me home.

Similar to ‘no free rides’, he probably knew that there was also ‘no free jobs’. Win-win-win!