Welcome to the Family

Welcome to the Family

By Alex Barton

[Author’s note: this story includes explicit descriptions of incest and anal sex. It also includes reference to unsafe sex practices such as ass-to-mouth, rimming and felching. If you find this offensive please do not read it. All characters are aged 18 or over.]

One

I was furiously fucking my fiancée Samantha in her voluptuous ass, both of us naked in the living room of my apartment, Sam lying beneath me, her legs waving in the air as I braced myself with one foot on the sofa. I had the other on the carpet so I could really lay into her with thrusts so hard and deep she whimpered and moaned as oily liquid squirted from her cunt, when she suddenly cried out, “Oh god, Daddy, yes — fill my ass with your cum!” tightening her rectum along the length of my cock like a velvet glove. The sensation was so intense we climaxed together, my body shuddering and shaking with the ecstasy of my orgasm as I emptied my balls into her bowels.

I could see a droplet of sweat in the deep cleavage between Sam’s massive breasts, heaving as she struggled to regain her breath as her climax slowly ebbed, and I leaned down to lick it up, then closed my teeth round her taut nipple, biting it gently to keep her aroused and ready for round two when she clasped my head in her hands and whispered, “Mmm, thank you. That was amazing…”

I released her breast from my mouth reluctantly, flexing my cock in her sperm-flooded rectum to test whether I was ready to start again and arched my back so I could look at her.

“God, I fucking love it when you call me Daddy when you come,” I said, leaning down to kiss her soft red lips. “It’s just so deliciously depraved, me giving your hungry little asshole the fucking it craves and you imagining it’s your Dad with his cock in your beautiful ass…”

“Turns me on, too,” my petite temptress said with a giggle as she reached up to stroke my face at the same time as the walls of her rectum rippled along the length of my shaft still oozing cum deep into her bowels. Then she distracted me by hooking her hands behind her knees and pulling them back into her breasts making the huge globes mound together which she knows really arouses me and has done since the first day we met.

“I’m ready if you are,” she whispered in a voice thick with lust and I was powerless to do more than start fucking my cock back and forth in her deliciously sperm-slippery asshole, as bewitched by her now as I had been since we first met.

After I flooded her bowels for the second time, no less pleasurable than the first, I slowly withdrew my cock so I could lie back on the sofa, my chest heaving, both our bodies sweaty and reeking of cum, mingled with the rich, musky smell of Sam’s gaping anus. I waited a few moments then said, as Sam settled herself between my legs and began to suck my cock, the silky-soft skin of her breasts rubbing sexily against my thighs, “Baby, I don’t think I’m going to manage number three unless you talk dirty to me…”

Sam released my prick from the oval of her lips and gave me a cheeky grin. “You just want to hear about me having sex with other guys,” she said, clasping my shaft so she could lick from the base to the throbbing tip, closing her mouth round the slick head and giving it several long, drawing sucks which sent a pleasurable tingle to my maybe-not-quite-as-empty-as-I-thought balls.

“Okay…” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Well, on my 18^th birthday the captain of the football team said it was traditional for the birthday girl to give him a blowjob in the back of his car. I mean, I was really naïve so I said, ‘Okay, sure,’ and there we were, sitting together in the back, me with my cheerleader top pulled up round my neck so he could suckle my boobs and him with his nice, not spectacular cock like yours, good and hard and ready. He’d showered so it smelled and tasted salty-sweet and I did everything he wanted me to and more, sucking him deep into my throat without gagging which is something you benefit from as well…”

She paused to roll her tongue across the smooth skin of my balls, holding back from moving lower but knowing it would not be long before I twined my fingers in her hair and encouraged her to rim my asshole.

“Anyway, he came four times he loved my tits so much and that’s when I discovered I really liked the taste of cum. I mean his was okay but yours is special, it tastes of almonds which is really weird when there aren’t any in the kitchen?”

“Mmm, you say the nicest things, baby,” I said, leaning forward so I could kiss her. I could taste my cum on her lips and damned if she wasn’t right. It did taste of almonds. Then I cupped her face in my hands and she knew it was the signal for her to bury her face between my buttocks, licking her tongue over the sensitive nerve-endings of my anus and pushing it as far into my rectum as possible until she came up for air at the moment and I cried out, “Now, Sam!” arching my hips up so I could fill her mouth with a last load of my thick, creamy cum.

*

I was 27 when I first met Sam, studying part-time for a doctorate in music. At college I discovered three things. The first is that you can be good at track sports and still cultivate a passion for classical music. Second, girls lust after you when you’re six foot four, have a muscular body that looks damn good in a tight white t-shirt and are pleasingly well-endowed with a thick cock and large, pendant balls as big and heavy as lemons. And they love it if you sneak them into the deserted college concert hall at night and play Debussy, Chopin and Oscar Peterson on the Steinway grand piano before bending them over the lid so you can fuck them senseless. And third, while I’m happy to empty my balls in a willing mouth and suck, finger and fuck pussy until my partner comes to her satisfaction, my real passion, apart from classical music, is fucking beautiful girls, especially petite girls with huge breasts, in the ass.

Nothing in sex is as exciting as sodomy. For me this means plowing my cock in the back passage of a sweet girl with a huge rack which jiggles and bounces when she’s lying full-length on her back on top of me. I love hearing her short, sharp gasps from being masturbated at the same time as she struggles to accommodate my cock fucking up hard and deep into her ass, hot and slippery with lube until I empty my balls in her spasming bowels, her climax every bit as intense as mine.

Anyway…as far as my other passion was concerned, after graduation I continued with my research and was lucky enough to get a job in radio presenting a show for a classical music station. I suspect you could count our audience on the fingers of two hands but they were in the top percentile of savers and spenders so the advertisers who booked space with us were delighted with the return on their investment.

My enthusiasm, wide-ranging knowledge and voice which I’ve been told sounds like velvet being stroked across silk, means I also get to interview performers, artists and authors passing through which was why I decided to attend an author appearance at the city’s largest bookstore. Specifically, I wanted to see what the author’s fans thought of his new book before I interviewed him in the studio the next day. He had no idea what I looked like and it would give me an opportunity to spice up the interview if I could start by asking how he reacted to comments made by his readers.

I was idly writing in a notebook I carry round with me when a female voice asked, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

I replied, “No, go ahead,” intent on what I was doing before the most gorgeous perfume hit me and I glanced up.

Holy shit…

A beautiful girl with long blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail, massive breasts that strained against her sweater as she leant down, and shapely legs that emerged from a skirt so short it barely covered her butt, smiled at me when she straightened up holding a copy of the author’s new book and put her hand out for me to shake.

“Samantha Olsen. But I prefer Sam,” she said and then looked down quizzically because she felt exactly what I did. Static electricity shot up my arm which ought to have made me withdraw my hand in shock but I didn’t. For some inexplicable reason I held on for longer than convention dictated and said with what I’ve been told is a panty-wetting smile, “Ryan Shepherd. It’s nice to meet you, Sam.”

“So, what do you think?” Sam asked, her eyes meeting mine.

“Errm, I think you’re amazingly beautiful,” I said, taken aback by her directness in wanting my opinion while hoping my voice was the soft, seductive purr it becomes when I’m broadcasting late at night and enthusing about a new release, encouraging anyone still awake to besiege their record store the next morning.

Sam’s eyes opened wide. She blushed and her hand fluttered to her breasts which, I couldn’t help but notice, were rising and falling under her sweater. I also noticed she must be wearing a barely-there bra because her nipples were hard which meant my cock lengthened in my chinos and took on the shape and hardness of an iron bar. My sexual reaction to Sam and, I hoped, hers to me, was immediate.

“No, sorry…what do you think of the book,” she said and I wondered if I’d made a fool of myself. But then she added, with a soft smile, “But thank you for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, drowning in her blue eyes and disappointed beyond measure when polite clapping started and the author we had come to see appeared at the front to stand behind a lectern.

I sneaked glances at Sam as she listened attentively. I mean, I was listening attentively too but I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful face and I saw her frown and suddenly reach in her pocketbook for a silver pencil and write a note on the back flyleaf of her copy of the guy’s book. At the end of the reading Sam got to her feet.

“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but I wondered if the ending of this book is going to be more convincing than the ending of your last one?”

The author looked surprised. His initial gaze of frank admiration turned to one of embarrassment that this beautiful, sexy girl had skewered him as neatly as a collector pins a butterfly to a board.

“I’d like to hope so, young lady,” he said. I could sense his condescending tone was a mistake the moment he said it because his admiring audience started whispering. “I’m sorry you were disappointed,” he added, giving her a patronizing smile, which antagonized all and sundry even more.

Eventually the author finished and everyone applauded politely. Sam reached down once more for her pocketbook and then stood up. She put her hand out and said, “Nice to meet you, Ryan. They do say you should never meet your idols in person because you’ll only end up disappointed and that’s certainly true with that pompous jackass.”

I shook her hand and held on to it for longer than I really should which is when she suddenly said, “Your voice is familiar.”

“I present a classical radio program on KPAC-FM. ‘Pompous Jackass’ is my guest tomorrow night so I wanted to check him out beforehand. Can’t say I’m impressed.”

I let go Sam’s hand reluctantly.

“Oh wow,” she said, her hand again fluttering to her breathtaking bosom. “I love your show. I listen to it every night without fail! I work in the lingerie department of a big store and it’s just the best thing to help me unwind at the end of a long day dealing with hard-ass bitches with false tits making sarcastic comments about my figure because I’m all real.”

I smiled and said, “Why thank you. Listen, can I buy you a coffee in the shop, Sam? I have an hour before I’m due at the studio. I’d love to hear your views on Pompous Jackass’s books.”

“Mine’s a cappuccino grande and their biggest chocolate muffin,” she said with a cheeky grin. “I’ll join you as soon as I’ve been to the bathroom.”

I ordered what Sam wanted with just coffee for me and sat in one of those comfortable armchairs bookshops favor. A couple of minutes later Sam joined me and sat down opposite, reaching down to put her pocketbook between her feet clad in high-heel black pumps.

I seized my chance.

“Sam, are you busy tonight? Would you like to come along to the studio? We could share a pizza and a beer in the breaks. Not exactly a romantic first date but –”

“Meat feast and Budweiser. Not the domestic, the Czech one, okay?” she said, suddenly radiant and reaching for her muffin.

I’d like to say that Samantha made my show that night a showstopper by taking my cock in her mouth while I was talking on air and sucking me to orgasm but my producer was watching in the adjoining booth and we simply had fun compiling the playlist, scarfing pizza and beer, while I did my best to play every romantic piece of music I could think of.

It was while I was playing the romantic second movement of Shostakovich’s Piano Concerto No. 2 that I noticed the producer had slipped out to get coffee and I leaned closer to her, my lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. She responded immediately, reaching for one of my hands and placing it on her thigh. She licked her lips as I slid my hand slowly upwards, her breasts rising and falling noticeably as my fingers touched the moist heat of her pussylips.

I saw her pupils contract slightly and her tongue peeked from between her lush lips as I began to probe between her swollen labia and search out the hot entrance to her body. My fingers slid easily into her wetness and she drew in a breath as I pushed deep inside her, stroking the ridged slick walls of her cunt. To my delight, I saw her eyes half-close and felt her pussy clenching and unclenching in quick spasms around my deeply buried digits.

Sam held her breath and I could see her body go rigid and I knew she was climaxing. She stayed like that for almost a minute, the only movement she made the walls of her cunt rippling around my flexing fingers. Then she suddenly exhaled and began gasping for air, her huge breasts rising and falling rapidly as she drew oxygen into herself. It took several minutes before she was settled again and I slowly removed my hand.

Sam smiled sexily at me as she felt me leave her and she mouthed ‘Thank you’ across the desk. I smiled back and brought my hand up to my mouth. I inhaled deeply, her musky girl scent filling my nostrils. My fingers glistened wetly in the soft light of the small desk light and I slowly opened my mouth and, looking into Sam’s eyes, put my finger between my lips and began sucking her juices off. Sam’s breathing quickened again as she slipped her hand under her sweater, her hand cupping her heavy breast, her fingers closing round the tip of her nipple. Her cream was as sweet as I could imagine, a tanginess I found incredibly erotic and exciting.

I sucked on my fingers until I could taste no more. Then I reached across to Sam, touching her lips. She opened them slightly, taking my moistened fingers into her mouth and began sucking, her tongue swirling around their length and I had no doubt she was letting me she wanted them to be my cock. If I had my way, it very soon would be and I was so aroused I could feel the leakage of my precum against my belly. The music was ending and I withdrew my finger from Sam’s mouth and caressed her jaw before sitting back, relieved to see the producer chose that moment to reappear.

When we left the studio I asked Sam if she would have dinner with me the following Friday night. She said yes and kissed me as she climbed into a waiting cab. I knew I would have to wait a little longer to get my cock inside this beautiful, incredibly sexy girl but I also knew it would be well worth the wait…

Two

I arranged to pick Sam up from the apartment she shared with two girlfriends from the department store. She buzzed me into the lobby and I walked up to the floor where she lived. She looked stunning wearing a black minidress cut low at the front and sides to expose much of her breasts, the bodice held up by tiny spaghetti strings that looped behind her neck and strained to contain their weight. Her matching little black frilly skirt flared out over her hips and ended only an inch or so below the cheeks of her butt which, I was sure, was totally bare and accessible. I took one look at her and instantly my prick hardened.

My mind filled with visions of Sam’s ponytail bobbing up and down as she knelt in front of me, her mouth filled to capacity until I spurted my cum down her throat. Or, better still, holding her ponytail while she was on all fours, pulling her head back so our lips could meet in a passionate kiss as I squatted above her, raising and lowering my hips to drive my cock deep into her bowels. My arousal was obvious because she glanced down at my groin and said, “You like?” before sashaying away to pick up her pocketbook from one the sofa, taking care to bend at the waist so I could confirm she was, indeed, naked under her skirt.

God, she had a spectacular ass, split by a deep furrow I ached to spend hours licking in search of the tiny opening nestled in the center before spreading it wide with my cock. Sam guessed what was going through my head because she glanced over her shoulder before she straightened up.

“I told my girlfriends I’d be back Sunday evening,” she said, matter-of-factly.

“Good,” I said, my voice thick with lust. I wanted her in the worst way.

I flagged down a cab and gave the driver the address of an Italian restaurant I know. In the back of the cab Sam snuggled into me, her hand falling onto my lap so she could close her fingers round the rigid shaft of my cock. I wondered if she was going to masturbate me to orgasm, making sure the cab driver was watching, but she didn’t, she simply enjoyed stroking my prick while she whispered in my ear that it made her cunt creamy when she saw me checking out her bare ass.

For a moment she was quiet. Then she whispered, “When we get to your place later I’m going to want to sit on your face for a really long time. You do want to fuck my ass with your tongue, don’t you, Ryan?” and I squirmed, desperate not to ejaculate in my pants and waste my cum. Sam giggled, loving the power she had over me.

I had spoken to Salvatore the maître d’ when I made the reservation and he gave us a banquette in a quiet corner. A bottle of champagne was sitting in an ice bucket and Salvatore opened it and filled our glasses while he listed the specials. Sam surprised me by speaking to him in Italian and once again I realized how fortunate I was to have met this smart, sexy woman.

Dinner was a mix of romance, laughter and Sam’s voice alive with interest as she talked and listened, telling me about her ambition to train to be a teacher. “Sixth graders have so much potential,” she said, expertly twirling linguini into her mouth. “They just need the all-important encouragement to succeed. What matters is they get their teacher’s support so their interest in learning doesn’t ebb away because of their home environment and the indifference of their parents toward their kid’s education.”

I knew exactly what she meant. It was only because my parents actively encouraged my interest in classical music by taking me to concerts and buying me records and books that I now had a job I loved.

“I love your passion, I said, raising my glass to her. “Commitment like yours is our best hope for the future.”

“God, I could eat you up with a spoon,” she said, her eyes shining with desire as she leaned over to kiss me, the weight of her huge breasts putting a strain on her dress’s spaghetti straps they were never designed to take. Sam made sure I could see her nipples were hard, showing how aroused she was, and then nonchalantly sat back, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

We shared baklava and a sweet dessert wine and then it was time for us to find out what we liked doing to each other. This time in the cab my pants were spared by the simple expedient of my kissing Sam softly at the same time as I hooked my fingers in the neckline of her bodice and freed both her incredible breasts to my admiring gaze. Then I used one hand to unzip my pants, reaching in to free my cock as I twined my fingers round her ponytail and pushed Sam’s head down into my lap. She took the full length into her mouth and down her throat at the same time as she hitched her skirt up, inviting me to reach over her back and slide my hand over the silky cheeks of her buttocks and between her legs, my fingers making a loud slurping noise as I fucked them in and out of her creamy-wet cunt.

“Is this what you meant when you said you could eat me up with a spoon, Sam?” I said, using my free hand to lift her ponytail out of the way so I could watch her lips ascend and descend the shaft of my cock, now shiny with a mix of her saliva and my precum. “I like it, I really do…” I said and stroked her head as I silently and without warning filled her mouth to overflowing with my sperm.

I guess the driver knew what was happening because he smiled at me in the rear-view mirror and he smiled at me again when Sam sat up and kissed me so I could share the taste of my cum which I did with delight. She didn’t know it but I love the rich flavor of my sperm when I suck it from a girl’s distended anus after I’ve filled her back passage to overflowing.

The cab stopped outside my apartment building and Sam covered up briefly as I led the way the front door of a townhouse that had been modified into three apartments, one on each floor.

I’d like to say I was the perfect gentleman, showing Sam round my apartment and offering her a glass of wine or a cocktail but I’d be lying. I was too aroused. She started to say, “Would you like…mmmpf!” as I kissed her so hard she slammed back against the door the second I shut it.

All at the same time my hands were inside the armholes of her dress pulling the material into her cleavage so I could expose and fondle her voluptuous breasts, my cock grinding against her mons, my nose filled with her perfume and the heavier scent of her arousal, my tongue dueling with hers and I found myself as breathless with lust as if I’d just run 100 meters in ten seconds. In the back of my mind I knew if Sam hoped I would be romantic I was screwed but any doubts I had were scotched when I felt her fingers scrabbling for my belt to open it. She was as hungry to fuck as I was.

Breaking the kiss and reluctantly releasing her breasts I fell to my knees and grabbed the hem of her dress in my hands. I tugged it up and stared with wonder at the most beautiful cunt I had ever seen. Shaven smooth, the lips were glistening with her cream, the bud of her clit throbbing she was so aroused. I knew I had only to touch my lips to it and she would climax so I reached my hand round the back of her thigh and lifted her leg over my shoulder, opening her completely.

I could feel Sam trembling as I slowly lowered my face toward her pussy, my tongue extended so she could see what I was going to lick first.

“Oh god, Ryan…yes!” she cried and I slowly and gently licked just the tip of her clit. Sam jerked and, desperate for more, put her hands on my shoulders trying to thrust my mouth against her cunt but I was having none of it and I was strong enough for her to give up immediately, surrendering herself to the pace I chose.

I ovaled my lips and took her clit into my mouth, sucking on it like a tiny dick. Sam’s orgasm was so intense she squealed and squirmed and squirted hot juice onto my face which was the sexiest thing imaginable. I opened my mouth wide and did the best I could to take her entire cunt in my mouth, loving the flood of her cream which poured down my throat, tangy and salty. My tongue was everywhere, thrust deep into her hole, lapping over her clit, squirming between her buttocks to push past the tight entrance of her anus. She tasted delicious and the rich scent of her asshole made me fear I was going to go off into my pants without even touching my cock.

And then I suddenly stopped and stood up, putting my hands on either side of Sam’s head as I kissed her, wanting her to share the smells and flavors of her cunt and asshole before trailing my mouth down her neck so I could fill my hands with her breasts, mounding them together so I could suckle and bite both nipples at the same time.

“Baby, I’ve had something in mind since I first met you,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “I was thinking about it over dinner and even more when you sucked my cock in the cab.”

“I liked it when the driver saw me doing that,” she murmured and blushed prettily.

I kissed her again and trailed my face up to her ear. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Sam?” I whispered.

Sam’s eyes met mine. They were sparkling with excitement and anticipation. “No,” she whispered back. “But it’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”

I took her hand and led the way to the bedroom where I had left a big candle burning enclosed in a glass jar. Next to the candle, and clearly visible to Sam showing I had anticipated what I was going to do to her, was a bottle of lube with a push-down plunger.

My eyes met Sam’s. She was looking at me expectantly, both hands under the hem of her skirt, her fingers stroking between the lips of her cunt, her erect clit clearly visible, dribbles of her cream sliding down the inside of her thighs. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with the intensity of her arousal.

“Take your dress off,” I said. “But leave your shoes on.” I find it really erotic to watch a woman’s legs waving in the air as I fuck her, especially if she is wearing elegant shoes with high heels.

“Oh god, YES!” Sam squealed and I could see her fingers were trembling with excitement as she struggled to untie the knot of the spaghetti straps tied behind her neck. I walked across and did it for her, loving the naked lust in her eyes, her mouth half-open, her nipples standing out like tiny pencil erasers.

She was so aroused I only had to slide two fingers over her clit, caressing it gently and her whole body started shaking, a flood of her cream pouring out over my fingers. I kissed her softly, loving the way I could feel her breathing hard as I moved my hand further between her legs until my slippery fingers located the tiny opening of her asshole and, using her cream as lube, I pushed them past the tight muscle of her anus up to the knuckle.

Sam jerked and moaned softly, an expression of delight written on her face, a delight that grew when I slowly withdrew my fingers and brought them to her soft, red lips. She opened her mouth and sucked them clean, laving her tongue back and forth to savor the taste and smell of her rectum.

I stepped back so I could strip off my clothes, watching Sam do the same. I could feel my heart thumping I was so delighted to have found a girl so excited and aroused by what I was going to do to her, so trusting she would give me her anal virginity on our first date.

I told myself to take it slow because I wanted her to want me to do it to her again, often, and because I knew the moment I felt my cock buried deep in her bowels I would want to take her hard and deep, the way I love to fuck women in the ass. Sam was special and this would not be a one-time thing; my balls were heavy with cum, my cock was hard as an iron bar jutting from my groin, and I was set on spending the entire night fucking Sam’s gorgeous ass, something I suspected she would be only too happy for me to do once she experienced the intense pleasure of her first rectal orgasm.

I lay back on the bed, my cock standing up very hard and very big, my eyes entranced by the smooth plane of her back flaring into her plump ass and slender legs, the firmness of her huge breasts jiggling as she moved, the little curve of her stomach. I could see from the expression on Sam’s face as she walked across to pick up the bottle of lube she was wondering if she could manage to take my cock into her ass, if the pain of entry would be too much to bear. I knew there was only way to reassure her and that was to do it.

I stretched out, resting my head on my folded arm and grinned to myself when I heard Sam’s breath hitch in her throat as she took in the powerful muscles of my chest, stomach and thighs. She knew I had the power and the stamina to make her first anal fuck one to remember and, being the wanton girl she is, she whimpered with the intensity of her desire.

“Oil my cock, baby,” I said, patting my thigh in invitation. Sam climbed on the bed, kneeling in front of me, the bottle of lube in her hand. She pressed the plunger and a big glob of lube squirted out onto her fingers which she closed round the shaft of my cock, smearing the thick gel from the tip to the base. Her fingers felt heavenly on my overheated shaft, the tip oozing precum that she bent her head and licked off, savoring the salty taste. She stretched up so her lips could meet mine and our eyes met: I could see trust in her eyes and I knew she could see intense desire in mine.

She moved back so her head was level with my upright prick and I took the lube from her. Her ass really is a masterpiece. Plump, curvy, satin-smooth, jutting out from her waist like a perfect peach and I couldn’t wait to explore every inch with my lips and tongue. But, instead of doing that first, I wanted to get to the main event and then spend the longest time felching her afterward, when her asshole would be full of my cum, something I love doing to a beautiful woman.

I squirted lube directly into the furrow between Sam’s buttocks and she giggled and shivered. “It’s cold!” she said and I distracted her by putting a hand on her head and pushing her down between my legs, arching my back up to present her with the entrance to my asshole. Sam didn’t hesitate and I could feel her wet slippery tongue working its way past my anus as she rimmed me. At the same time, I put the lube aside and gently worked two fingers past her anal sphincter and into her rectum, opening her up as the muscle relaxed coating the walls in readiness.

“You ready, sweetheart?” I asked as her face appeared from between my asscheeks and she nodded, a grin on her face. “Mmm, you taste nice,” she said, her huge breasts jiggling as she sat up.

“Now… Climb on top of me and reach back so you can position my glans on your anus.”

She did as I asked and I felt the slippery opening of her anus against the head of my cock. She looked spectacular with her huge bare breasts heaving with excitement, her eyes shining with anticipation. I put my hands on her waist. “Okay, now I’ve got your weight so you can lower yourself gently,” I said. “That way you can control how much of me you take as your asshole stretches.”

“Oh god, Ryan you are so sweet!” she gasped as the head of my cock forced the tight muscle of her sphincter to expand. There was a tightness to her lips and her nostrils flared as she forced herself to relax and then the glans was in her asshole and I held her very still. “Oh shit, that feels weird,” she said and then did something to heighten her arousal which had exactly the same effect on mine.

She cupped one of her huge breasts in her hands and lifted it so she could suckle her own nipple, her teeth closing on the tip. It was extremely erotic and I knew she felt my cock swell in response because she paused for a moment to say, “You like that, dontcha?” and then she moaned softly and I felt her flex her rectal walls, enveloping the first few inches of my prick at the same time as she released one breast and started suckling the nipple-tip of the other.

Very slowly she lowered herself until the whole of my cock was buried in her asshole, my glans deep in her bowels. She released her breast from her mouth and leaned forward to our lips could meet, her wet nipples stroking across my chest.

“It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” she breathed, her mouth next to mine. “I feel so full and yet every nerve end in my cunt and asshole is tingling. It’s like I’m just on the edge of coming all the time, just the slightest movement and I’ll be there.”

So I did what I knew would make that happen. I reached between her legs, locating her stiff clit, standing up hard like a tiny prick. Her cream had oozed from her cuntlips and I used it to lube my fingers, rolling the little bud and making Sam whimper and moan with pleasure.

“Oh god, I’m going to come!” she cried and I felt her body buck on top of me, warm creamy liquid pouring from her cunt onto my belly, her breasts heaving, her mouth opening, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she climaxed. The sight alone was enough to make it difficult for me not to come myself, never mind that my cock was buried to the balls in her back passage.

As Sam’s orgasm slowly ebbed she opened her eyes and smiled softly at me. “I love having your cock in my ass,” she said. “I could stay like this forever, just coming and coming, but you need to fuck me, don’t you?”

“I’d like to, baby,” I said. “If you’re ready…”

“Yes, please,” she said. “I really want you to. I want to do whatever gives you pleasure, whatever makes you happy.”

I reached up and pulled her down to me. She squealed with delight, her face inches from mine as I whispered, “You make me happy, Sam. I don’t just want to sodomize you I want to make love to your ass. And I want to spend all night doing it…”

“Oh god, yes please,” she purred and then whispered, her mouth next to my ear, “That sounds so romantic…”

“I agree,” I said with a laugh and I took her waist in my hands, lifted her up until only the head of my cock was clasped tight by the ring of her anus and then, as she braced herself with her hands behind her, on my chest, I started to fuck her in the ass.

Time and again I flexed the powerful muscles in my hips, thrusting my cock up and down in her rectum, plowing her bottom so hard so my balls swung up to slap between the open furrow of her buttocks, the movement making her huge breasts bounce up and down, her cream spurting from her cunt.

My cock, glistening with lube, made erotic squishing noises in the depths of her rectum, my fingers stroked her clit to make her come, inundating her senses so her body trembled and shuddered atop my sodomizing cock, each deep, hard thrust making her mouth open as she struggled to breathe, a little line of drool escaping to drip down onto the slopes of her jiggling breasts. All I can say is it’s a good job my bedroom is at the back of my apartment because the screams of ecstasy Sam let out as she came repeatedly would have had my neighbors calling the cops…

Overwhelmed by the ecstasy of being fucked in the ass for the first time, Sam slumped forward, resting her head on my chest, her sumptuous breasts mounded beneath her. “That – was – incredible…” she managed to say as her breath rasped in her chest. “But you didn’t come yet?”

“Baby, fucking your ass as you straddled me was out of this world but I want to be close to you,” I whispered and I heard her coo with delight in response. “Slide off me and lie on your back.”

Gingerly, with an audible slurp, Sam lifted herself off my cock which flopped back against my belly. She purred with delight as I slid my arms under the backs of her legs and lifted them into the air which raised her bottom up so her gaping anus was level with my cock. I lowered myself on top of her, my lips seeking hers, kissing her hard at the same moment as my cock slid deep into her rectum once more until my glans was back where it belonged: buried deep in her bowels.

I love sodomizing girls face to face. Soft lips against mine, soft breasts mounded against the hard muscles of my chest, hard plunges of my hips sending my cock deep into their assholes, all this and more was possible with Sam now I had awakened a desire in her to experience the ultimate sexual pleasure.

Romantic as well as erotic, face to face meant I could kiss Sam’s soft neck, move up to nibble on her earlobe or move down to suckle her breasts and bite her taut little nipples. Her rectum squeezed my shaft every time I pushed full-length into her and I could feel the familiar buzzing starting in my balls, telling me my first load was ready to gush forth.

Sodomizing her while she straddled me and now fucking her ass as our tongues twined together I knew I would coming for over a minute and I decided to do something Sam would not have envisioned when she agreed to have her bottom fucked, something that would show me just how prepared she really was to let me have my way with her.

Seconds before I felt my orgasm start I withdrew my cock from Sam’s asshole, released her legs and scrambled up the bed, arching my back as I supported my body with my hands on the bedhead and presented my cock to her mouth. Sam didn’t hesitate for a second. She opened her lips and enveloped the tip and my whole body shuddered and shook as I emptied my balls into her mouth, gush after gush of thick sperm pouring out, so much she had to swallow time and again to make room for more. And there was more. A lot more.

Of course climaxing in her mouth and pumping my cum down her throat to pool in her belly meant Sam would not experience the exquisite pleasure of my sucking my cum from her distended asshole and sharing it with her in a soft kiss but it was only a matter of time before I was hard enough to start again.

And this time I intended to sodomize Sam the way I love best: with her lying face-up full-length on her back on top of me, my hands filled with her huge breasts as she masturbated herself, her asshole once again full to bursting with every inch of my cock, fucking her magnificent ass until we were both sexually satisfied and fell asleep.

Eventually so we did, with Sam cradled contentedly in my arms. I had a huge grin on my face which I know she saw because she had one just like it.

*

Sam and I settled quickly into a routine. If she stayed at my place she would take a long, leisurely bath and be sitting in bed waiting for me when I got home after presenting my show. The sight of her lying with her legs spread, a dildo stuffed deep into her flowing wet cunt, suckling her own breasts as she stroked herself repeatedly to orgasm would make me super-hard and ready to fuck.

Whatever we did always ended with me filling Sam’s bowels to overflowing and then with her lying on top me in the 69 position, my head propped on a pillow, staring up at the unbelievably erotic sight of my thick cum dripping from the gaping opening of her asshole as she flexed her rectal muscles to expel the mass of creamy liquid into my mouth and down my throat. She was equally occupied sucking my cock clean after it had been buried deep in her buttery bowels.

If I stayed over at her place I would stay in bed and watch the symphony of her body in motion as she got ready for work. I loved the way she walked round naked drinking her coffee, putting on makeup, fixing her hair and then dressing in a white blouse and black pencil skirt uniform that did nothing to hide the size of her huge breasts or the beauty of her long, slender legs flowing down from the perfection that was her ass.

I loved even more to make her horny by throwing the covers off and masturbating to the sight of her lifting her skirt up to expose her bare ass, pulling her cheeks apart to show her still-gaping anus into which she inserted a finger and then brought it to my mouth, allowing me to taste the mix of lube and cum at the exact moment I was ready to climax.

Careful not to muss up her makeup and clothes, she would suck my sperm off my fingers and the shaft of my cock and swallow it, leaning over to kiss me and whisper, “See you tonight,” as I closed my eyes and savored the afterglow. She told me she kept a box of breath mints on the table in the hallway and would suck one on the way to the bus stop, smiling at people she passed as if to say, ‘Bet you wish you were as thoroughly fucked as I’ve just been…’

And then one Friday morning, just as Sam was sitting in front of the mirror of her make-up table and had just finished tying her long blonde hair back in her signature high ponytail, she turned to see me gazing raptly at her and said, “Would you like to meet my Dad this weekend? We could drive up tomorrow morning, stay overnight and drive back after lunch on Sunday. Sound good?”

“Nope,” I said and watched her face fall with disappointment. “Sounds perfect,” I quickly added and ducked as she threw a hairbrush at me. “After all, I have a lot to thank that man for,” I said. “Fathering a woman so beautiful she’s captured my heart so she can carry it to work in her pocketbook and take a moment mid-coffee break to check if it’s still beating…”

“Yuck,” Sam said, walking across to bend over me, cupping her breast to feed her taut nipple into my mouth, her warm creamy skin scented with strawberry shower gel.

“What was that for?” I asked as she stood up and wiped my saliva off her areola.

“Because I love you and wanted you to feel my heart beating a mile a minute whenever I’m near you,” she said, a sweet little smile on her face as she walked across to rummage in her underwear drawer for a pair of stay-ups, fully aware she was presenting me with a sublime view of her naked, heart-shaped ass. “So that’s a yes to visiting my Dad this weekend?”

“Abso-frickin-lutely,” I said, and smiled at her, a smile that hid a degree of trepidation. She’d shown me pictures of her Dad and her late mother but I still was none too sure how Bruce Olsen would react when he met me, especially when I was several years older than his daughter.

And if her father didn’t like me, how would that affect Sam’s feelings for me? Whenever she told me she loved me I made sure to say it back and I didn’t want to contemplate anything coming between me and this beautiful girl with the signature ponytail, a beautiful face and voluptuous body who only seemed happy when she was lying beneath me, delirious with pleasure as she was fucked and sodomized to multiple climaxes…

Three

It’s about 150 or so miles from Portland to the small town in the Umpqua Valley where Sam’s father lived and, because we were in no hurry, we stopped whenever we wanted to explore, have a coffee or just stretch our legs along the journey.

My happily exhibitionist girlfriend was wearing a cut-off t-shirt that ended just below the under-slopes of her breasts and left her tummy bare, together with tiny denim shorts which clearly displayed her cameltoe. Of course she was commando underneath so that meant I had to take my time driving at an easy cruising pace, my head thrown back and my hands clenching the wheel while Sam lovingly and expertly nursed on my fat cock, bobbing her head up and down in my lap as she took me deep into her gullet, massaging my shaft within her throat as she gulped down the constant dribbles of pre-cum oozing from the swollen tip.

We were just pulling into a diner’s car park to stop for lunch as I came, flooding Sam’s mouth with my creamy semen, purrs of delight coming from deep in Sam’s chest as she swallowed down my massive load, loving the taste of my creamy cum. Before we left the car, sharing a knowing grin, I scooped up a thin rope of cum from the corner of Sam’s mouth with my finger, which she promptly licked clean.

And then, of course, having aroused us both over lunch with squeezings and strokings of her always-restless fingers under the table, we had to make a stop to take in the scenery from the vantage point of Sam bending over the hood of the car so I could tug her shorts down over her hips, slide my hands under the tiny top to fill my hands with her soft boobs and fuck her in the ass. I swear her cries of delight as she squirted her cum over my balls were answered by animals in the surrounding woods, the scent of her plundered asshole as arousing to them as it was to me.

I’d like to say the house Sam navigated us to was a quaint log cabin with chopped logs piled up and fur pelts and fish hanging up to dry but it was a handsome three-story house at the end of a drive about a mile out of town with a porch where I could see a man sitting in a rocking chair, a cigar in his mouth. A long fishing rod extended from between his legs and I guessed he was checking the eyelets along its length. As I stopped the car he put the rod down, rested his cigar on an ashtray and got to his feet.

Sam jumped out and ran to him, squealing delightedly when her father hugged her tight and swung her in a circle, the motion making her t-shirt ride up so her breasts were exposed almost to the nipple. I couldn’t help noticing her father had his hands cupping her butt when he swung her round.

“Baby, you look just like your mother every day,” her father said. “Damned if your boobs aren’t every bit as big as hers,” and he put Sam down, looking over at me with a smile on his face to see how I would react.

Unselfconsciously, Sam kissed her father on the lips, not lingering which pleased me, and then turned toward me. “Daddy, this is Ryan,” she said, love and pride evident in her voice.

Bruce Olsen stuck his hand out and I shook it, taking in his wavy black hair, compact, powerfully muscled body, bushy mustache and mixed scent of cologne and cigars. Everything about him epitomized the outdoors and I could see why Sam’s nipples were visibly hard underneath her t-shirt as she stood with her arm linked through his, her face glowing with pleasure.

“Delighted to meet you,” he said, his grip on my hand like iron. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Some of it good, I hope?” I said, smiling at him guardedly.

“Of course,” Sam said, looking at me with love in her eyes.

“Baby, there are steaks marinating in the fridge and potatoes baking in the oven. What say I fire up the grill and Ryan and I will share a beer while you rustle up the salads?”

“Only if I get a beer, Daddy,” Sam said, in a little girl voice, pressing herself against his side.

“Help yourself,” her father said and gave her a slap on the behind as she giggled and walked off inside the house only to reappear carrying two bottles of beer I recognized as the brand she favored, the Czech Budweiser not the domestic.

“Dinner in thirty minutes?” she asked, looking across at me and smiling happily, loving the way both of us were unable to take our eyes off her bare breasts bouncing under her tight, tiny t-shirt.

“Perfect,” her father said and led the way across to a gas-fired grill and lighting it, asking about our trip, the route we’d taken and where we’d stopped as he worked.

I relaxed as we chatted, suddenly cheered by glancing across to the window of the kitchen where Sam made sure her Dad was preoccupied with what he was doing then hoisted her t-shirt up to flash me her breasts which she jiggled from side to side, blowing me a big kiss then quickly hiding them from view.

“Sam’s so like her mother,” Bruce said. “Gorgeous huge tits, an ass to die for and so damned beautiful. But she’s sweet and vulnerable as well as smart and sassy and I wouldn’t take kindly to any man breaking her heart…”

I coughed and took a big swig of beer to give myself time to think how to respond. Were we about to get into a pissing contest as to who loved Sam more?

“I love your daughter, Mr. Olsen,” I said. “I’ve told her so when we were making love and then told her again over dinner with champagne and flowers so she knows it’s not just my dick talking. When the right time comes I’d like to ask her a very significant question then drive up here to make sure you’re alright with the idea.”

Bruce Olsen hooded his eyes and looked at me. Then he nodded his head, finished his beer and said with a laugh, “Ryan, signal to Sam to put her tits away and bring the steaks out so I can cook them. Don’t know about you but I’m ready to eat…”

After a wonderful dinner Sam, her father and I sat on the porch listening to the sounds of the Umpqua river in the distance and the hooting of owls flitting between the trees. Bruce lit a fresh cigar and opened a bottle of schnapps so strong I almost choked but still enjoyed the way the fiery liquid insulated me against the chill of the evening.

Sam had wrapped herself in a big home-knitted sweater and sat with her legs tucked under her butt, telling me about her mother and her childhood growing up in this amazingly beautiful semi-wilderness, making both her father and I laugh at her big teenage girl secrets like smoking pot and making out with boys she and her best friend Melissa thought they’d been so crafty keeping from her parents then found out they knew about all along.

“So… Ryan tells me he’s quite fond of you, sweetheart,” Bruce said, striking a match to relight his cigar which, I suspected, was half the pleasure of smoking the thing.

“Hmmm,” Sam said, looking at me with a scowl. “He said ‘quite’ did he?”

“Yup,” Bruce said, trying not to grin. “Although I guess you must be ‘quite’ fond of him, too, seeing as you’ve never brought any other man you were seeing up here to meet me…”

“Dad!” Sam said, throwing her crumpled serviette at him, pretending annoyance he had betrayed how much she cared for me.

“Of course, it depends on whether he likes the music of Mahler that I let him sleep in the house,” Bruce added, glancing across at me.

“Do you?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“Oh god,” Sam said, huffily, standing up and picking up the empty beer bottles. “I’m going to fill the dishwasher, take a long shower and then climb into bed. I’m bushed and there’s no way I can face a discussion about which of the 285 available recordings of Mahler’s second symphony is the best…”

She bent and kissed her father who stroked her butt affectionately and then swung round and bent close to me so I could look down her t-shirt to her deep, dark cleavage as she purred in my ear, “See you later tiger,” which she knew damn well would mean I had to be careful not to show her father I had just sprung wood.

Bruce and I spent a pleasurable hour talking about music, Sam and her late mother and then I excused myself to get off to bed. I was looking forward to a little romantic spooning with my cock buried in Sam’s back passage but, when I got there, I had to settle for having a case of blue balls because my beautiful butt-naked lover was dead to the world, fast asleep.

*

I don’t know if it was sleeping in a strange bedroom or just that my temperature went down during the night but I reached out to cup Sam’s warm breasts and discovered I was alone. I turned over, looking across to our bathroom to see if the light was on but, to my surprise, it wasn’t, nor was Sam’s robe hanging on the back of the door.

I climbed out of bed, reached for my shorts and hoodie and walked across to the door, opening it slowly and carefully in case it creaked. I was concerned Sam might be downstairs in the living room worrying about something: possibly grieving for her mother or maybe her Dad had told her I was planning to ask her to marry me and she wasn’t ready for the commitment?

I had to pass Bruce’s bedroom to get to the stairs and as I approached I noticed the door was ajar and there was a nightlight on, presumably from a reading lamp. It wasn’t a big deal if he heard me and I had to explain that I was concerned about Sam, I was sure he’d understand.

When I have to I can move silently and I was about to pad past Bruce’s bedroom door when I heard a muffled ‘mmmpf’ sound. Curious, I stopped and peered in, expecting Bruce to be sitting up in bed reading although I hoped to God he wasn’t masturbating, that would be really fucking embarrassing.

He wasn’t. Bruce was lying face-down, the muscles in his naked ass rippling as he flexed his buttocks, every inch of his beer-can thick cock thrust deep into what I immediately knew from the ponytail of blonde hair spread across a pillow she was using to muffle her screams of pleasure was Sam’s asshole.

Bruce was sodomizing his daughter, his low-hanging balls slippery with the cream pouring from her cunt, one arm under her hips so he could caress her clit and finger-fuck her, the other squeezing her breasts in time with the tiny, almost imperceptible thrusts he made as he ground the head of his prick in the contents of her bowels. I could see sperm oozing from Sam’s tightly stretched anus showing he had already come in her back passage and was gearing up to empty his balls for the second, third or god knew how many times. And Sam had to be loving it because I saw her thrusting her bottom back to ensure her father’s cock was totally engulfed by her overflowing rectum.

Time and again Bruce rotated his hips to grind the head of his prick into the furthest recesses of Sam’s back passage which I knew from experience felt like a warm velvet glove, the most exquisite sensation imaginable. His buttocks were splayed open to display his asshole and his balls glistening with Sam’s cream and I found myself intensely aroused as I watched them both, breathing rapidly, desperate to masturbate to the sight of my beautiful girlfriend being plowed into the mattress by her father’s cock.

And then Bruce suddenly stopped and withdrew, a mix of lube and thick blobs of cum visible on the shaft and tip of his cock. He scrambled up the bed and twined his fingers in Sam’s hair as she arched her back and opened her mouth eagerly, taking in as much of her father’s prick as she could. Bruce’s face contorted with the effort of climaxing silently when he must have wanted to bellow out his pleasure, his hips spasming as he emptied his balls into his daughter’s suckling mouth.

Men always compare themselves to other men and I expected Bruce’s cock to soften after he had come and then for him to cuddle up next to Sam. But he didn’t because his cock didn’t soften, it stayed hard enough for him to resume his position lying full-length on top of her, a muffled sigh of delight coming from Sam’s head in the pillow as he reached underneath himself, took hold of his cock and once more started to sodomize her, this time sliding both hands under her body to fill them with her massive breasts.

By now I had seen enough and padded back to our bedroom, closing the door behind me and stripping off my clothes, the bed even colder than it had been when I woke up.

Lying back, I felt two strong emotions simultaneously. The first was a deep sense of betrayal I knew I had no right to feel. Sam could give her body to whomsoever she chose and if that meant offering her ass to her father for him to sodomize then so be it. There was nothing to suggest he was taking her against her will, in fact quite the contrary.

The second was a continuing arousal so strong I stroked myself to an orgasm in less than a minute, replaying in my mind what I had witnessed as gushes of my sperm spurted from the tip of my cock to land on my stomach until my balls were drained. I reached for a tissue and then fell asleep, wondering just how my witnessing the incestuous anal sex Sam had just shared with her father would affect the future of our relationship.

Four

Sunlight streaming through the open bedroom curtains woke me and I opened my eyes to find Sam gone once again. But this time I was reassured by the scent of bacon cooking and coffee brewing. Sam is a damn fine cook and I knew breakfast would be a treat so I dressed in jeans and a sweater and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

She was wearing a man’s shirt tied under her breasts and the tightest yoga pants imaginable and I would have happily walked across to grab a handful of her boobs or fondle her ass until I noticed the waistband of her pants was slightly twisted and I realized she had already been either fucked or more likely felched by her father, the richly-flavored cum he had spurted into her bowels a few hours before too tempting to resist.

“Morning, Sweetheart,” Sam said, filling a plate with bacon and eggs and putting it on the table in front of me, a gorgeous smile on her face which turned to a slightly bemused tilt of the head when I failed to kiss her good morning and instead reached for the coffeepot.

“Hey, babe,” I said. “This looks good.”

“Made with love,” she said and I laughed which bemused her even more because she meant what she had said and wanted to hear me say it back.

She walked across to fetch her own plate and sat down. “Sleep well?” she asked, reaching for a slice of toast.

“Well, you know,” I said, smiling at her and then taking a sip of coffee. “Strange bed in a strange house…” I left my remark hanging in the air and I could see a tell-tale little furrow appear on Sam’s brow as she wondered what I was suggesting.

Fortunately, at that moment Bruce breezed into the kitchen carrying a bait box and went over to the sink to wash off the knife he was holding.

“Couldn’t resist the smell of Sam’s cooking huh, Ryan?” he said with a broad grin, leaning over and kissing his daughter on the cheek.

“No way,” I said, forking another slice of bacon into my mouth and closing my eyes to demonstrate how delicious it tasted. I opened them to find Sam’s eyes meeting mine and, once again, I simply smiled at her, refusing to satisfy her curiosity about what was wrong.

“Two choices for this morning,” Bruce said. “You can go for a hike in the woods with my beautiful daughter and she’ll show you the view from her mother’s grave which, I can assure you, is spectacular, or you and I can stand in a river freezing our balls off catching the trout I thought we’d have for lunch. Care to take longer than twelve seconds to make a decision?”

“No contest,” I said and smiled at Sam who had obviously decided I had just been grumpy because of low blood sugar and smiled sweetly at me, mouthing the words, ‘Thank you’ to which I responded by blowing her a kiss.

While Sam cleared up I showered and shaved and then walked into the bedroom, a towel round my waist, to find Sam doing her best to squeeze her voluptuous ass into a pair of extremely tight jeans. She was naked from the waist up and her massive breasts jiggled, swayed and bounced in rhythm with the tugs and yanks she needed to force the denim over her hips and curvy butt.

Once again I sensed she expected me to be standing slavering at the intensely arousing sight of her pretty little slit slowly disappearing into the seam of the jeans, stroking my cock at the sight or at least to go over and give her a long-delayed good morning kiss, but I did neither. I hoisted my suitcase onto the bed and rummaged for a fresh t-shirt, dropping my towel to the floor so Sam could clearly see my cock was hanging low, not jutting out hard as an iron bar.

I started to pull the t-shirt over my head when I suddenly felt Sam’s arms reach round my hips, one hand cupping my balls while the other closed round the shaft of my cock, stroking me to semi-hardness, the tip of my cock starting to swell. The soft weight of her breasts, her nipples erect, pressed into my back and I could smell her perfume as she ran her wet tongue up my spine to my shoulder-blades, the furthest she could reach standing on tiptoe.

She knew from experience there was no way I could resist the skilled strokings of her fingers or the intense sensuality of the softness of her boobs pillowed against my back and she was expecting me to turn around so she could sink to her knees in front of me, her mouth open ready to receive a massive load of my salty cum. To what I could see was her evident surprise, I didn’t.

“Oh, I get it,” she purred. “Playing hard to get, huh? Want me to get you really, really hard before you fuck me so I’ll moan even louder when this big fat cock stretches my tight little pussy wide?”

Then I did turn and, instead of kissing her or cupping her boobs in my hands, I rested them on her shoulders, my eyes meeting hers.