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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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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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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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Hijacked Father

(Kayla asked) ‘Are you ready dad? For your birthday present?’

‘Uh huh.. please don’t put my hands on anything icky k?’

‘TSK! It won’t be icky! Slowly bring your arms up in front of you, and hold it there until you feel something. Hehe.’

From her footsteps, I could tell that she has ‘escaped’ while I have to execute her command, raising my arms until they were straightened at eye level. While my mind was somewhat bored of how she might surprise me, I had never expected to feel skin, on my palm.

A pair of hands then took my hands in them, turning my palms inward before they landed on what I suspected, were hips.

‘Woah woah woah. Do I know you?’

(A female voice) ‘Yes uncle.’

She then took a few steps towards me, until I could smell a feminine fragrance in front of my nose. My hands were led slowly higher, across her waist, over her ribs, and stopped right on a pair of small breasts.

A similarly small pair of hands then went onto my stubble-laden face, tilting my head upwards for a kiss on the softest pair of lips I had ever felt.

(She whispered) ‘Uncle.. don’t be scared k? My friend is going behind you.’

Before I knew it, another set of hands went around my chest and undid my shirt, peeling layers and layers off until I was in my boxers. The two of them, from different angles, proceeded to slide their hands down my pants, going straight for my manhood without any care for any other parts.

Surrounded by two gasping ladies, I could only stand still as they ransacked me, at the same time taking turns to ‘experiment’ with what they understood as a ‘handjob’.

(Girl 2 voice) ‘Mmmm.. it’s so hard now.. ‘

Suddenly, my boxers were yanked down to my feet and one more pair of hands came forward, caressing my balls while the other two girls jerked me off.

In no time, I was made to lie down on the bed, fully naked, while three whispering voices made inaudible remarks about my cock. Subsequently, their hands gave way to one of their mouths, which I could obviously recognise from the tongue and how wet and warm I was inside.

While it began as a lick-and-taste, another mouth took things to the next stage by going down on me, stirring sighs and moans from my confused mind. Before I knew who was doing what, there were three tongues running all over me, with one mouth sucking me senseless at all time.

Once I was barely conscious and consenting, they took things up a notch with a pussy, one so hairless and small, that she was squirming more than I was suffering. It felt as though someone was putting a condom on for me, with her pussy. That tight, and almost impossible.

In time, she managed to fit all of me inside, but there was no way she could move from the overwhelming ache. So I put my hands under her bum, and bounced her up and down like a pocket pussy, whining in both pleasure and pain with each jab.

After five or so minutes, she was finally wet enough to move on her own, and I could tell that she got help with she slammed her pussy too hard onto my cock too many times. It knocked the wind out of her, but she would always come right back for more.

Just like the blowjob, the girls took their turns with me, exposing me to three distinctively different pussies I couldn’t find a favourite amongst. I was soon allowed to participate actively, as long as I keep the blindfolds on. The girls ended up in either missionary or doggystyle, while I challenged myself to knock them out for the others to panic.

Knowing full well how ‘young’ Kayla’s friends might be, I chose to finish off outside of their bodies, pulling off a cum-on-face for the girls to then do their taste-test.

By the end of the hour, the girls ready to settle down, tucking me in bed before they jumped into the shower together. After a long, long time in there, they came to join me in bed, all three of them – including my own daughter, Kayla.

Let’s just say that both her friends got more dick that night, but not Kayla, ever again.

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Unforgivable

‘Hey dad.. ‘

I wasn’t sure if I had completely missed what she said after that as the next thing I felt was some movements over my crotch, which genuinely jolted me awake in case my ‘faithfulness’ was challenged. Instead, all I saw was just my precious little girl all curled up (on the couch) next to me, with her head resting in my lap.

Without thinking too much of her, I let the drowsiness of the whiskey I had earlier – consume me again, putting me right back to sleep. Subconsciously, I knew my body was fidgeting a little, mostly in response to her hand she placed under her head (and atop my groin area) as she snoozed away.

Over time, the ‘bump’ in my boxers grew too big to be ignored, and definitely very inappropriate seeing how it was literally in her face.

‘Little monkey? Wake up.. ‘

‘What’s wrong daddy?’

‘I think you should.. Haa.. Sleeeep in your bed now.. ‘

It got harder than before to maintain a straight face, as she had formed a ‘fist’ around my bulge, almost clutched in her hand as she sobered up. Instead of moving herself away, she just playfully buried her head into my groin, making the whole situation even worse.

My thoughts to ‘keep things proper’ apparently came too late as before I could execute my first evasive maneuver, she had stuck a hand up the wide (thigh) opening of my boxers and held ‘me’ in place, squeezing and relaxing her fist to wear me down.

Of course, that wasn’t going to work and I had barely held onto her arms when she yanked my waistband down, and took my cock into her mouth – in one, swift move.

Bombarded by the sheer rush of immorality, I pried her forehead back as hard as I could to no avail, while she circled her tongue around my engorged cock.

‘Dada.. It really wants me..’

A slip of my hand (on her head) caused her face to slam straight into my crotch, jamming my rod further into her mouth. Combine a relenting suction with skilful balls-massage, my mind was throbbing in and out of consciousness.

Still lying on my thigh, she began to slide her head back and forth, replicating the sensation of a pussy as my cock slipped in and out of her warm, loosely-closed lips. In the midst of confusion, she took one of my restless hands and directed it under her shorts – one that was (also) so ‘casual’ that it barely covered her pussy.

It only took her a few seconds of ‘guidance’ before I went automatic, rubbing her clit gently as she savoured my manhood. We so happened to be in such a convenient position that my hand reciprocated exactly how good I was feeling, adjusting its speed and intensity as she covered varying depths on my cock.

About a few minutes later, she shut her legs hard together and it kind of snapped me out of it, though we didn’t make any sudden movements that would otherwise hurt each other.

So it seemed, that she had climaxed from my fingers, and there was precisely no better time for us to distance ourselves from the fuck that just happened. In an instant, she dashed into her room and I was left alone, on the warm couch, to regret what I had let happened.

Wishing that the alcohol could once again lure me to sleep, I rested my heavier-than-ever head onto the sofa (headrest), as my mind was kept awake by the guilt, despair, disappointment, and shame that I had brought upon myself.

(Soft whisper) ‘daddy?’

Not too keen on seeing her again that night, I remembered taking a deep breath as I opened my eyes again, to see her in just the t-shirt she wore earlier, too short to cover anywhere below her waist.

‘What are you doing?’

Staying silent, she literally climbed onto the couch, stood over my legs, caught my hands in hers, placed them behind my head, and lowered her groin to where my belly was.

‘Monkey, I think we have gone too far with.. With theee.. Ahhh..’

By then, the tip of my cock has found her vaginal opening, and even poked a little into her. The both of us were half-grunting and half-hissing as more of me pierced into her, until she was snuggled in my lap, tucked in my chest.

We just held each other for what felt like a long time in that pose, not making any ‘unwanted’ sexual movements until I sensed a little ‘squeeze’ on my shaft.

Looking deep into her eyes, I saw that naughty grin again, and swiftly shut my eyes harder together. I stood up with her in my arms and carried her into her room, before placing her down carefully in her bed.

Of course, it couldn’t be helped that I laid my body a little too hard onto hers, pushing my cock deeper that it already was.

(She whispered) ‘are you going to leave me? daddy?’

To answer that, I raised myself off her by straightening my arms, doing sort of a push-up. Gazing straight into her eyes, I made sure she caught the slow, fateful closing my eyelids as my hips shifted backwards, and then forward into her pussy.

A shy, gratifying purr was then heard, and continually emitted as I pounded the little girl, splitting her delicate walls repeatedly apart at her absolute expense. More juices began to run along my shaft as I maintained a steady tempo, a self-taught habit formed by making love to a woman not too unfamiliar to her.

Her body, then began to tremble harder and harder, until a point where she asked if she could come, as if like I would say otherwise. When ‘allowed’, she requested me to go faster, to which I logically refused, since there was no apparent reason for me to.

(She pleaded) ‘Please.. Please daddy.. Let me ca.. Come alreadyyyy.. ‘

That selfish request was promptly managed by my sudden extraction, instantly voiding her of the tool that drove her over the edge. As free as she was to use her hand, she just stuck her hands out in a fruitful attempt to ‘catch’ my cock, and refill that empty orifice again.

Paying more attention to me now, I placed one of her hands onto her clit and resumed thrusting, watching each other’s face closer than ever for the ‘moment’ to cum.

A little more than three minutes later, I gradually lost control of my rhythm and facial expression, signalling my readiness to climax with her increasingly-vigorous rubbing.

(I groaned) ‘CUMMING! NOW!’

Like a two-stage bomb, I first felt the abrupt implosion, before the ensuing eruption relieved all of the pressure built inside me. Her vaginal walls, were shaken up as well, by the way of tightening and loosening itself around my cock. And in some ways, triggering a few more squirts out of me.

After that exasperating finish, we returned to the koala-hugging moment, while experiencing the subtle vibes our genitals were giving off. About fifteen minutes later, she cautiously dismounted me and remained next to me, knees up in a missionary-like angle.

In front of my very eyes, she ‘tucked’ as much cum as she could back into her pussy, while massaging her clit with her other hand to ‘relax’ her vagina – so they (my cum) would stay nicely inside.

(She whispered playfully) ‘I wouldn’t want to leave any evidence.. Or else we can’t do it again.’

The next morning, I was awakened by a hand stroking my morning wood, followed by the hazy vision my fluttering eyes sighted as I was rode cowgirl-style. But believe it or not, it took me another soul-sucking, balls-emptying, ejaculate to truly accept the unforgivable act, which by then has became ‘acts’.

Reality is indeed, harsh.