Life is Marked in Milestones Ch. 02
Chapter One of this story introduced Mr. Radisson; amid-life crisis father stuck on a La Guardia runway amidst a thunderstorm anxiously hoping to get to Atlanta to meet his daughter. This trip was his tenth-year reunion of their incestuous relationship. Readers learned of Radisson’s wife’s demise, and met beautiful Rachel, his daughter. We also caught a glimpse of her husband Johnathon and his twisted personality as well. Readers gleaned a bit about the relationship of Rachel’s seven-year-old son, David and his pivotal role. I am certain the storyline left many readers wondering how that all started and if there would be any hope for salvation for this dysfunctional family. That remains to be seen as the story continues to unfold. Below, is a brief excerpt of where the first chapter ended for those who are just now entering the storyline that immediately follows.
[“Hello! HELLO! Is there anyone here?” the syrupy southern charmed voice ventured a shout out in the dimly lit living area.
Rachel’s lust-hardened look turned into a smirk as she whispered, “I suppose you didn’t tell her about me, did you, you cad! You gave her a key card and let her think she was going to be alone with you, right?”
“Well, I wanted that to be a surprise for her as well. I wasn’t sure she had experienced anything like this. It wasn’t something that you discuss across the aisle of an open airplane, Rachel. So, perhaps I did leave out some of the details,” I answered as I pulled my cock out of her wet canal and strolled out of the bedroom to greet my airline companion in anticipation of a late evening treat for three.”]
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I guess Daddy certainly saw the sullen look on my face, as he eased his still engorged cock out of my sopping wet quim. My facial expression and my mood weren’t exactly matching the throbbing feelings created by the heat now cooling inside my spasming vagina. I watched his well-toned, naked, man-ape form slid off the side of the mattress to go greet our unsuspecting guest in the living room. To be fair though, Daddy was still handsome, still adept at making love or fucking whichever way was required. So, perhaps man-ape was a bit too harsh of a thought, too judgmental perhaps. Considering that he thought to invite a celebratory gift for this evening, I retracted some of my pissiness toward him. I sat up on the edge of the bed and waited, listening in as they greeted one another in the living room. Stretching my legs open a bit wider than necessary in preparation for a proper greeting, I did my best to retract some of bitchiness that had gotten past my social filters.
A smile sprang across my face as I heard her southern charms ring out as she must have caught sight of him. “Oh my! Sugar, you certainly have a way of greeting a lady at the door. Naked and all … upright like that!” Her tone seemed to be going catawampus. I guessed that was caused by seeing his sizeable meat stick proceeding him as he entered the dimly lit room.
“My apologies. I didn’t want to seem so … forward. But, I just got back from my last meeting for the evening and was about to change when I heard you come in Miss. It’s just a natural response to remembering how beautiful you looked seated across from me on the plane.”
“Well, I’ve never been to a business meeting where a man’s flagpole rose while he was getting dressed. That sort of thing usually comes at the end of most ‘business meetings,’ honey. My! It’s a bit warm in here!”
“Then let’s make you more comfortable. The humidity and heat from that nice southern sun most must have warmed up this side of the hotel considerably. Let me take your jacket for you. My that’s a lovely blouse — not the same one you wore on the airplane though, honey.” I heard Daddy’s attempted imitation of her voice inflections say in reply. His comment was followed by few moments of quiet.
‘Probably got his lips locked onto hers.’ I thought, in the silence that ensued.
The silence didn’t last long. Soft moans replaced it, mixed with a rising cadence shortly thereafter. I knew, from experience, his lips had sealed off her ability to attempt verbal rejection. By now his hands had probably pulled her panties down to her knees, at least, and certainly a finger thrusted against her mons. Strip away her clothing and let his cock press against her would be his first objective: get her beyond a modest compromised position so she had no recourse but to accede to his will.
If she still resisted at that point, he would stop. Daddy would politely apologize and help her redress. No harm. Daddy wasn’t overbearing. He could handle rejection like water rolling off a duck’s back. Mr. Radisson never forced himself on any woman or girl. We would just consider it her loss and he would return to bed and pick up where we left off. In either case, the loss of a third partner for the night wouldn’t have flummoxed his plans.
Now, she wasn’t raising her voice, I noted. There was no adamant rejection cried out, no sound from Daddy either. Given the duration, he was probably on his knees and his tongue was too preoccupied to speak.
If she yielded, at least at this point, he would scoop her up in his burly arms and bring her to our bed. That next stage — in her decision-making — would be discovering me and whether to stay or bail. If she stays, well then, all is fair game at that point up to but not including harmful pain.
“Oh! God! Yes. Yes!”
Daddy came through the bedroom doorway like a triumphant woodsman, carrying game for the evening feast. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and a gleeful smile ran ear to ear as she stared into his emerald eyes. That look changed quickly as she caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye.
“What the hell?” she sputtered and her naked body stiffened in Daddy’s arms.
“Daddy said you were gorgeous! Just a wonderful long drink of water he said, honey. I’m Rachel, by the way,” I crooned as I watched the shocked look freeze upon her face. Ten years in Georgia and I certainly had the drawl down much better than Daddy. I watched her eyes widening and taking in my splayed legs as those soft brown orbs drilled into the still glistening slit that had just been vacated by Daddy’s cock.
“I know this might seem awkward and all, sugar, but I was so looking forward to pleasuring you tonight when Daddy told me you might be arriving. Had I known you were this beautiful, I’d have waited until you got here to start the evening right. Just totally focused on you, honey, you know? You’re going to be fine. Daddy will take care of you just as well as he does me.”
Daddy and I waited, not speaking and still for the next few moments. Experience told me she was leaning toward staying. Her silence showed her contemplative thoughts on fright and flight or stay and play. I knew the answer. Daddy did too as her tenseness eased. He set her down and she alighted on her feet at the foot of the bed. She stood motionless.
“Come, lay down next to me, honey. Let me taste you,” I whispered and waited. She moved to the spot I patted beside me and scooted back a bit. Her long legs tucked up and then she rolled onto the bed sliding next to me, wordlessly committing herself to us.
“What’s your name, sugar?” I whispered as my finger traced her nipple.
“Caroline,” she managed in a throaty whisper.
“If you decide to stop, Caroline, just call out ‘Georgia,’ understand?”
“Yes. Well why not just ‘don’t, stop’?”
“Sugar, if you say ‘don’t and stop’ close enough together the meaning gets really confusing!” I chuckled as I watched her try to mentally handle that process while my hand played alongside her breast.
“Oh! I get it, now,” she nodded.
The breathy response was filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Her agitated excitement clearly spelled out that this was going to be a first experience for her. All the signs of uneasiness were there. Yet, she gave her consent.
“Good, girl, Caroline. Close your eyes. Relax. We’re going to do all those things you’ve always wanted to do — or maybe already have — but I assure you it will feel wonderfully performed by Daddy and me. And tomorrow, only you, Daddy, and I will ever know how good it felt for you, and for us, tonight, babe girl. These will be memories to tell your children about when they ask you what it was like for your first threesome.”
As I spoke, Daddy moved to the far side of the bed and slid next to our guest, our evening feast. We bisected her body using our tongues to target a breast each, a pair of ribs each, a hip bone each, and then met below to teasingly duel over her clit and her slit. It was similar to the techniques of slow Gentle Hatha Yoga that Daddy had shared with me the first day we had sex. She was wonderful; soon surging with sounds, a glowing sheen of perspiration, and moisture of arousal seeping from her folds as a synergy built up between us.
As lust built inside her, she clutched two handfuls of sheets and struggled with the wadded fabric to keep herself from thrusting her own fingers into her aching cunt. It was nice to feel all that tension coursing through her butt and leg muscles. Daddy and I took turns probing her canal to stimulate the contracting vaginal muscles. His probing fingers switched on the electrical currents sparking her G-spot stimulation and slammed her legs against Daddy’s head as he pressed it firmly against her mons. My fingertips on her nipples fueled the carnal fire that was erupting between her legs. Her voice rose from light moans to flat-out cries of joy as they peaked in a string of profanity when she came the first time.
She was a filly, ridden hard, drenched, and exhausted from the first quarter-mile. We were patient. Letting her resolution come and then regenerate before initiating another run at her pleasure box. It took some time for the first wave to pass and her Chi to renew for another go at it.
In the lull, Daddy took time to restart our tantric exercises as we lay next to her exhausted form. Her body lay nearly motionless; like a candle whose wick had been completely burned; the fire had no more source of flame, for the moment. At midpoint in her recovery, she opened her eyes and groggily watched as Daddy worked my body to a fever pitch and then down again. It was good. Good from the buildup, and anticipatory drive to orgasm, and good from the enjoyment of being watched by another woman as she was exposed to a new level of voyeur experiences. As his hands glided over my thighs, I reached across to stroke Caroline’s cheek.
“Do you live in Atlanta, darling?”
“Just outside of it, Rachel. I live in Alpharetta. Do you folks know the area, Rachel?”
“Yes, sugar. It’s about twenty-five miles up north of Atlanta. Everybody knows Alpharetta, babe. I live in Atlanta, honey. Ten years now. It’s just my Daddy that lives out of state. Damn Yankee — I only let him come down here once a year because he is such a good fuck, you know?”
“Well don’t that beat all!” We’re practically neighbors, you and I.”
I smiled at her comment. It was a remark that harbored possibilities.
“What took you north, Caroline? Did you go just up there looking around for my Daddy, darling?”
She giggled at my teasing. “Why no, princess. My younger sister just got married. I was up in Yankee land for her wedding and met him on the flight back here.
And there it was. The ingredients that brought the chance encounter of Daddy and the older sister of a younger bride. An age-old recipe. Take a bit of envy by an older sibling as her younger sister gets all the attention — and finds a source of readily available sex. Envy and a wanton throbbing between the thighs; mix that with the charming good looks of a hyper-sexual male and let that ferment in an airline passenger cabin for two-and-a-half hours and you certainly could find yourself here in a hotel bed looking for relief.
Is he really your Daddy or just your ‘sugar daddy?’ He does seem to bear a resemblance to your beautiful face, same eyes, same lovely lips.”
She read my smile. She had already figured out that we are related, so there was no need to deny it. “My for real Daddy, Caroline. Do you find that bad, sugar?” I asked watching her face for her reaction to appear. Her lips pursed in reply, vacillating between thoughts, I could tell she had formed an answer in her mind that was in opposition and equivocating between it and what she was about to utter.
“I didn’t know that before … we got all naked and sweaty so I couldn’t have had a chance to form an opinion on that. But, no, Rachel. I mean how could I? Look where I am? Look at what we are doing? Wouldn’t that be just so hypocritical of me?”
I sighed both because of Daddy purposefully punctuating my G-spot with his raking finger, attempting to stop the direction of the conversation, and because of her answer. But I persisted. Perhaps it was just a gnawing, unanswered feeling, looking for a different point of view than the one Daddy and I had subscribed to for the past ten years.
Was I wrong, wrong to ask?
My head tilted up as his slick coated finger thrust again at my rough patch. His thrust forced a light gasp from within me. I found my head snapping to focus on his eyes – that seemingly inscrutable face was trying to communicate. Yes, it was clearly evident he was ready to move on to other levels.
“Perhaps, Caroline, I should put you in touch with my husband and let the two of you work out the answer to that question.”
I managed to breath in as the statement popped out of my mouth. I missed the look on her face in the moment. I don’t know how she took it. Was that a look of consternation or a nonplussed facial expression? I mean how she took learning that I was married and still here in bed with my father and a guest fuck mate. I’m not sure how the aristocratic Alpharetta community members would take such a topic under discussion if I came to visit. Would the society page read, ‘Southern Belle Miss Caroline Entertains Yankee and Loquacious Daughter’ or ‘Southern Belle Miss Caroline Entertains Incestuous Yankees at Local Hotel.’
What I did know was that Daddy had revved my engine until it was hot and my oil was seeping down my engine block. I needed a hard meat stick ramming into it to appease that burning lust. He knelt between my thighs, nudging them apart, and looked to Caroline.
“A little help, if you please,” he coaxed as he nodded toward his shaft still not aligned with my sopping wet labia. Caroline stared wide-eyed and then caught on. Daddy didn’t actually need her help. He just wanted her active willing participation. He needed it for what was to come later and even into the dawn hours.
She angled his cock and guided its head as he eased forward until the bulbous knob mushed against my mons. I couldn’t help letting out a small moan as the nerve endings sparked inside of me as his gland eased in and then disappeared out of sight.
Caroline was about to retract her hand but Daddy called out, “Wait! Kept it there, right there. Pull back her hood, sugar and gently roll your fingertip around the outside of her clit.”
A moment was all the time between his direction and her action that it took for my legs to react to the exquisite jolt of pleasure surging upward as her finger grazed my clit. The instantaneous reaction jerked my thighs tightly against her fingers and constricted around the rod drilling inside of me. God, the built-up pleasure streaked through me like molten lava searing the Hawaiian landscape. The greenery bursting into instant flames of red, just like the flesh on my breasts burned bright pink from my nipples all the way to the tops of my ears. I gasped. I clawed, I wailed as though giving birth with the pleasures Daddy had roiling within me. And when I couldn’t take any more pleasure, I came — with my body clamped down like a vise. I owned the tremors jittering throughout my core, each holding a memory of past nights with Daddy.
“Damn! Rachel, you all right, girl?” Caroline purred as she stopped twisting my nipples.
“She’s fine,” Daddy answered when he was able to respond, “Better than fine I think. She’s well fucked for now.” I heard him say as my vision clouded and the darkness seemed to suck away all sense of understanding. I guess I blacked out for a bit. That hadn’t happened in a long time.
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“Does she always come like that …” Caroline started to ask, but stopped mid-sentence. She just realized she didn’t know my name. Yes, she knew it was Mr. Radisson, but not my first name. Not that it mattered, but I understood it prevented her from completing her question on a less than formal note.
“Carl,” I responded, “Carl Radisson.”
“Does she always come like that, Carl?” she asked as I watched Rachel fighting the dizziness, struggling to clear the dark swatch that blurred her vision.
“That was intense, wasn’t it?” I murmured. “I hadn’t seen such a massive orgasm as this in … forever.”
“She’s married, then … Because a few minutes ago she said something about asking her husband. So, you two are going at it even while she is married, Carl? What kind of father does that?”
Daddy’s response was calm as he thought about her question. I knew he had dealt and grappled with that situation for nine long years – ten counting or anniversary fuck date tonight. So had I. It seemed like a crazy sci-fi scene about some damn time-loop concept.
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“Yes, I recall the conversation, sugar. I know Rachel can’t answer that, because her head is still clouded with cobwebs too dazed to pick up on your judgmental tone so … Yes, we still see each other; on a once-a-year basis to hold on to precious moments from the past — ones that freed us from a strangling relationship at home. But that’s not what we are here for tonight, Caroline. Tonight is about pleasure, yours, Rachels, and mine. Let’s see what we can about yours for the moment. You seemed to be recovered, how about we pick up where we left off?”
I found myself smiling at Daddy’s response. He managed to answer one of two questions. The easy one was about sex after marriage between us. The other, more complex one he wiggled out of answering. Caroline forgot that one as Daddy knelt between her legs again and pushed the question into her cunt and out of view, lost inside and swallowed up as his tongue rekindled the warm glow that made her come just a half hour ago. She was hungry again, wound up as tight as a fiddle aching for release. Who knows how long its been since she was taken like this — maybe never?
“I think you’ve already done that twice. May I, Daddy?” I asked as my head cleared.
I slipped between Caroline’s legs and parted a close-trimmed bush and picked up where Daddy left off. It freed him. I knew he wouldn’t sit idle. He would choose another position, one to heighten the level. It was a game for him; build up the passions, add complexity to the acts, and reach another plateau. He loved the pursuit of new conquests like Caroline. He chose to dick her pussy, first.
Caroline was intrigued with my face planted in her quim. Undoubtedly, from her responses, I was the first woman or girl to feast there. I know from the smell that Daddy had eaten a portion in the living room before he carried her to the bedroom. At least I wanted it to be that way at this virgin-like moment anyway.
“It’s doubly good, sugar if we do it together,” I whispered between kisses to her cunt.
“Rachel, what are you talking about?” she breathed out the question as I left a trail of kisses around her mons.
I didn’t answer her. I showed her by easing her body down onto her back and swung around until my knees rested on either side of her head, then lowered my face back down to lick her slit again. I felt her tense as I widened my stance until my slit was just above her nose. Then paused waiting for her to respond to my open invitation.
“It’s called 69ing, Caroline. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of it!”
“You’re dripping onto my face, Rachel!” she fluttered in response.
“Then catch it with your tongue before it runs off and you lose my honey, sugar!” I chuckled in reply.
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“Haven’t you ever been with a girl, Caroline? Girls do this all the time, when a man isn’t around. Particularly beautiful girls. Aren’t you one of those Caroline?” Daddy attempted to cajole her into action as he watched her hesitancy. “Rachel is certainly okay with loving a beautiful woman — Caroline aren’t you going to reward her as well?”
I gave Caroline another swipe down and back up her slit with the flat of my tongue feeling her legs tense under the pleasure. Tentatively she made a timid imitation of my performance. It was enough to break the ice. Another milestone conquered for her this evening. One I’m sure she will one day write about in her journal of milestones.
Another came just a few moments later. Daddy was confident it seemed that he could begin another foray — certainly into a virgin tunnel it seemed. He crawled up on the bed between Caroline’s legs as I foraged over the well cropped bush and slid his dick inside as I gave her clit a few circular tongue lickings to draw her ass up off of the bed. I had her clit pleading for more.
“Thank you Rachel,” Daddy groaned as he grasped her raised hips and tugged them, firmly embedding his cock into her vagina in one swift plunge.
Caroline let out a squeal, which I drowned by lowering myself over her face as Daddy made a half dozen firm thrusts into her pussy. Then he held himself inside her. I watched his smile light up. He was feeding off my own grin, I guess, because he leaned forward and kissed me — the first of the night.
“Were you a virgin, Caroline?” he asked politely, waiting for me to ease myself up off her face allowing her to respond.
“Fuck!” she answered.
“Okay, more than glad to oblige, Caroline,” he replied still playing with her mind. He knew her response was due to the sudden onslaught of spearing her; not her asking to be dicked. He just wanted to add to the pleasure of the evening. It was still early. It wasn’t even close to midnight, yet.
“Were you a virgin?” He teased.
“No.” She correctly answered. “That … hurt.”
“And now?” Daddy asked as he slowly plunged into and back out of her glistening hole.
Her response was a bit sullen, “Not as much.”
Knowing that Daddy was going to slow-dick her for as long as he could, and she was okay with it now, I lowered my face back over her mouth. I gave her no other recourse but to continue. A slow rotation of my fingers around her nipples and a swipe of my nails on occasion brought her tongue back around. By the time Daddy came, Caroline was a much better cunt eater than when she started. Not an expert; just much better. Along the way she came twice as we tightened her pleasure buttons to their max. Her clit was swollen and beyond fingering as were her nipples by the time Daddy exploded inside her. Those appendages and her gaping hole needed rest and would take some time to recover before they could comfortably perform again.
“Viagra is a man’s best friend!” he mused as he lowered Caroline’s legs and allowed her to melt into the sex infused sheets.
“I thought you said, I was your best friend, Daddy!” I teased back at his wisecrack.
“Honey,” he fell back on his attempt at a southern drawl once more, “best, isn’t even a word that could begin to describe what you are to me!” The words brought a smile to my face — as fake as they were, they still hinted at how much I meant to him.
We turned to the remaining points of pleasure, the ones Daddy enjoyed most, as he glanced over at Caroline’s statuesque body sprawled out in the middle of the bed. I watched his eyes sparkle again as he picked one.
“Rachel, honey,” he began, “Since Caroline seemed to be a bit uneasy a few moments ago, let’s just demonstrate for her and then she can join in, okay?”
“Sure Daddy. I like demonstrations. What do you have in mind?”
“Just lay down beside her and leave room for me to get between you.”
I thought I knew Daddy well, but his request had me a bit puzzled. There were two holes he hadn’t used, but what he asked didn’t seem to give a clue as to what was next. But I stretched out next to Caroline. Her body was showing signs of resignation at this point. It was way too early in the night for that and we had so much more to enjoy. I leaned over and stroked her hair, giving her lips a gentle kiss.
“You’ve done good, so far, sugar. You’re not mad are you?”
“Well … I wasn’t expecting the evening to turn out like this, certainly,” she answered. It was not a condemnation tone, but more one of resignation. She was a big girl after all and knew full well what she had gotten herself into — even if it was not printed out step by step for her review before she came to our bed.
I scooched back as Daddy crept between us. Hell … I saw what he intended. I smiled as his hips aligned with my head. I rolled and lifted my head to suck in his dick and added a few loud slurps for effect. Then grasped his cock tilting it toward Caroline. She chuckled.
“Hell, honey, we could have started with a blow job if that’s what you want!” she teased Daddy.
Apparently this was a practice very commonly known in Alpharetta’s society. Caroline had no problem with this one. Daddy just rolled over on his back and she went after it — like a hog in a cornfield. I watched in amusement as she enjoyed polishing his knob while he just smiled at getting some rest for a change. I leaned in on her enjoyment, teaching her about massaging his prostrate while she sucked cock. It was a totally foreign concept; she didn’t know what one was let alone that it was a source of sexual pleasure. Cocksucking became a bit more difficult for her as he shifted to face-fucking and testing her gag reflexes. But my now she was a trooper and persevered until he was satisfied.
The prostrate exam lesson was a good segue into Daddy’s second most favorite hole. I hoped she like having her ass cornholed, I thought.
He ‘backed into that one’ by slipping his dick back into her vagina via the cowgirl position. She liked the idea of riding! Most of her experiences with men had been on her knees or flat on her back counting ceiling tiles or some such decorations, she admitted. Then too, she didn’t have to count too many holes for most men she had slept with before she pulled her dress back down and was escorted home. When she began to tire a bit he reached up and pulled her down to his chest to rest. It was my signal to ease between his legs and begin to massage her slit while transferring her honey up and down her crack until I included her pucker hole. It lulled her into acceptance for a few minutes, until my fingertip entered.
“Hey!” she squealed as her cheeks clenched together in response.
Daddy held her firmly in his arms saying, “It’s okay, darling. Remember how you fingered my walnut? Well, wait to you feel how nice getting your own pussy massaged inside by my cock and rubbed from inside your rectum feels at the same time. It’s going to be really double the fun. Rachel really gets off on this position, honey. Just relax that tight little pucker hole, this isn’t going to hurt, sugar. I promise.”
His soft crooning voice and her fatigue had worn her down. I felt her legs going limp as he raised his hips to lift her up off the bed just a bit. That spread her legs as far as they could go over his hips. It added the benefit of her being unable to tighten her buttocks as easily. It took a bit of doing but I soon had enough lubricant transferred to her rectum to slide my fuck finger inside. She was tight, her butt responded by clenching around my finger, but I was finally far enough inside to feel Daddy’s cock burried there within her vagina, waiting in anticipation. I knew that putting something three times the size of my finger was going to be a shocking sensation when we got around to that point. The girth of the cock I had in mind was considerably larger! Daddy’s cock went to work thrusting into her vagina as I stroked and pressed the thin membrane down to meet her vaginal wall. She felt the pressure of my finger in her core gliding against Daddy’s cock as it slide back and forth in her cunt. She came again. From her groans and final acceptance, I knew she would eventually find this to be pleasurable on a frequent basis.
She rolled off and lay on her back exhausted. Too exhausted to protest as Daddy lifted her legs onto his shoulders. I scooted around to her head again planting my face over her muff and her auto reflexes sent her tongue out to probe my cunty once more. She was on autopilot — going through the motions now. Tired and having done the routine, she felt her butt being lifted a bit higher and Daddy’s dick knocking at her slit. It was inside gathering lube again, then out gliding up and down her slit then inside and back out again adding lubricant further down. I figured she was expecting his cock to glide back inside her pussy and his finger to enter her rectum as mine had to repeat the sensations of the cowgirl fucking she just experienced.
‘Not this time, though, honey. This time won’t be so pleasant’ I thought to myself as i got ready
I reached down and interlocked my fingers with her hands, pressing them against the bed. Knowing how they were going to try and wrestle free of my grip at any moment. Rubbing my slit across her face was keeping her busy, her mind preoccupied while slurping up my lubricant pouring down her face. I was horny with anticipation now, feeling a copious flow running down her lips and spilling onto the sheets. Still, she made no immediate response to jerk free of my restraint. Caroline, sweet Caroline, was unaware of the next move. It would surely be a monumental milestone to write about in her diary!
I watched Daddy’s wry smile as he looked at me. He was waiting; letting the thrill build within me. I felt my own butt tighten in anticipation. A flashback of exhilaration roared through me as I recalled my first time with Daddy. He’d tried to be gentle, but ended up just like today and every other day to all the girls and women he brought to the hotel rooms we lived in. No matter how much lube you plied up someone’s ass — it always rebelled in pain the first time. It was a virginal thing. Sometimes easy, sometimes a little harder than others, but all took his cock in the end. Some repeats even got to like it, with some training — like me.
I smiled back… “Ready, i hissed the word out between clenched teeth then Daddy pushed.
I felt the vibration of her moan then her cry rolled up into my cunt as her lips sprung open mashed against my slit. He proceeded. It was good, so very very good to be greeted by Caroline’s cry of joy.
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I helped Caroline into the shower. The three of us stood beneath the rain head and let the soapy bubbles wash the stains, the sins, and the lingering day’s lusts down the drain. Daddy carried Caroline back to bed and stood holding her. Her arms remained wrapped around his neck, not with the gleam she had spread across her face the first time he walked in with her, though. He stood there while I stripped the sheets, spread new ones, and covered Caroline. She needed the rest, poor woman, she was thoroughly fucked out.
Daddy and I stretched out on top of the blankets while he spooned me.
“I love you, sugar.”
“Asshole,” I answered teasingly, “this was supposed to be just you and me, remember?”
“So, you didn’t like your anniversary present, then?”
” I didn’t say that! My new pet didn’t even come with a last name!” I retorted facetiously.
“It sounds like you might want to keep this one?” Daddy asked as he eased his cock into my ass and began to make love to me.
“Maybe.”
“Daddy, about coming to see David … how about next Saturday? It will give you the weekend together.”
“Saturday, then. I’ll fly down Saturday and we will do something together, the three of us. I promise.”
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