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This work of fiction is part of a series. If you did not already read the preceding episodes, please do that before starting this one. All of the chapters in this story have been submitted to Literotica. Generally, they release one each day.
There is NO incest in this story. However, a daughter sees her father naked and – for multiple brief moments – watches him having sex with her friends. If this is going to create problems for you, please try one of my other stories.
Random movie quote: “Debris! We have debris!”
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~~~ Week 7 – T-33 ~~~
Carla came back for another visit. Sara helped us with the car and the two of them caught up while I handed tools to my little master mechanic so that she could work.
After a couple hours, Carla told my daughter that she was done working on the car and needed a different tool from me. Sara laughed, gave her a hug, and left us alone.
I picked Carla up, set her on the fender and peeled her tank-top off, over her shoulders. Her 11mm nipples were already poking through her sport-bra and I nibbled on them as I worked to get her blue jeans unbuttoned and unzipped.
She got my shirt off while I was doing that, and I moaned as she ran her lightly-calloused palms and fingers over my chest, shoulders, and arms.
“God, you make me crazy,” I moaned, before kissing her again.
“I miss you terribly when I’m not here,” she said, shoving her hand down the front of my pants to grip and stroke my cock.
“There’s a solution for that,” I told her.
“I’m working on it,” she assured me.
When we were both finally naked, she wrapped her legs around my waist as I leaned against the car and slid my cock up into her narrow channel.
“I don’t know how you feel so tight every time we do this,” I told her.
“I think your cock is getting bigger,” she said, giggling.
“Well,” I said, “right now, it’s about as big as it’s going to get – because it’s excited about what’s coming.”
“You mean who’s cumming?” she asked, smirking.
“That too,” I said, reclaiming her lips as I began sliding my cock in and out of her.
Her pussy felt amazing and – as much as I wanted to be fast and feral like last time – I was luxuriating in the feeling of having her wrapped around my prick – so I was taking it slowly.
“Keep doing that, Scott,” she purred. “Just like that.”
“I intend to,” I assured her.
I’m not sure how long we fucked like that. She’d had one small orgasm, but I’d fucked her through it, and we were coming up – or at least *I* was coming up – on the finale.
I heard the door and looked over to see Lauren’s face in the crack. She grinned and watched me thrust into her friend a couple times before she said, “Lunch is almost ready.”
After she closed the door, I heard Meghan ask her if she’d seen how big Carla’s nipples were.
I chortled and took a moment to lean down to lick each of them.
“Don’t suck!” she gasped.
“I’m not,” I told her. “I’m close too.”
“Just fuck me a little more, please,” she said.
Her arms went around my neck, and I hurried my pace a touch – but just kept sliding in and out of her – enjoying the feeling.
She pulled my lips to hers as her channel clenched around me and I pushed up and in – as far as I could get – just before my balls began unloading inside of her.
Once we were done, we got dressed, and joined the others for lunch. After lunch, we floated in the pool, and I got to hold her in my arms for a couple more hours before she said she had to go.
That night, it was Sara’s turn in my bed.
“Did you and Carla have fun?” she asked, smirking.
“I don’t know what it is about her that drives me crazy,” I told my little girl.
“She’s beautiful, talented, …” she began.
“She is … all of those things … and more,” I said. “I don’t know. It’s not like I know any more or less about her than I do the others – but there’s this … it’s not mystery.”
“She’s very driven,” Sara said.
“Maybe that’s it,” I said. “She takes my breath away.”
“Good,” she said, kissing my nose and pulling me closer. “You’re giving her a baby too, right?” she asked.
“Whenever she’s ready,” I said. “If she wants one, there’s no way I could tell her ‘no’. Hell, I’d probably even ignore April’s mandate if Carla said she wanted more than one.”
Sara giggled at me.
“I love that giggle so much, Babygirl,” I said. “I love seeing you smile.”
“Now,” she said. “Don’t get me bawling. Just hold me while I close my eyes and imagine what Carla’s little girl is going to look like.”
I held my little girl and closed my mouth and was soon asleep.
~~~ Week 8 – T-32 ~~~
Midway through the week, I fucked Meghan into a coma and felt super thirsty. I snuck down the hall to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I was just passing April’s bedroom when I heard her moan. I ventured closer and pressed my head against the wall to listen to the sounds of her masturbating. I closed my eyes and imagined what Sahabet she would look like as she thrust her fingers into her twat, pleasuring herself.
I felt a warm body press against my back. Meghan. Her left hand went over my mouth and her right went down my boxer-briefs. My forehead was still pressed against the hallway wall but now the little blonde minx was stroking my cock in time with the moans that were coming through the door.
Between the sexy sounds, the images in my mind, and the buxom lifeguard’s naughty hand and fingers, I was soon moaning quietly into her hand – trembling with anxiousness about where she was going to spill my seed – because I knew she wasn’t planning to stop until I had climaxed.
In a flash, she yanked her hands away, dropped my shorts to my ankles, sat between my calves, and laid her head back against the wall – opening her mouth and staring at my dick. I took a half-step forward, flattening myself against the wall of the hallway, and began sliding my cock in and out of Meghan’s throat – in time with the sounds that April was making.
Meghan kept her head pressed against the wall so that we didn’t make any noise. Over and over, I shoved my aching cock into her mouth and down her throat – fucking her esophagus as I imagined sliding my cock into Lauren’s mom’s cunt.
April’s keening got louder – and the pitch rose – and I fucked Meghan’s throat faster and deeper. When my house-guest cried out with her release, I shoved all the way into Meghan’s throat and gasped as my balls began pumping all of my seed straight into her stomach.
We heard the bed creak and the two of us took off for my room. I was at my door when I realized I didn’t have my underwear. I looked back to where they’d been on the floor, but Meghan held them up. I pulled her into my room and quickly closed the door.
We shared my bottle of water (which wasn’t quite as cold as it had been before) and then kissed and cuddled together.
“You’re naughty,” I whispered.
“Did you like it?” she asked.
“Very much,” I said. “Please don’t tell anyone we did that.”
“Aww,” she complained.
“Lauren’s mom would shit,” I said.
“You’re probably right,” she admitted.
I gave her a lusty kiss, pulled her closer, and closed my eyes.
~~~ Week 9 – T-31 ~~~
On Saturday morning, we were horsing around in the pool when a firefighter – dressed for an active blaze – emerged from the house. There was even an air-tank strapped to their back and a massive fire-axe in their gloved hands.
I was getting a little concerned – until I looked over at my daughter to see that she was smiling. She turned from the firefighter to look at me as the person leaned the axe against the side of the house and began working to get themselves out from under the enormous tank.
With the axe and tanks set aside, they raised the gloves to their helmet and lifted it up to reveal … the foxy little ginger-headed minx whose freckles had tempted me during our weekend-long orgy … Zoey.
Lauren and Meghan squealed and hurried towards the steps to get out of the pool. I started to move as well but there was a smoldering look on the redhead’s face that told me she was headed my way very soon.
As I watched Zoey taking off the rest of her gear, my eyes grew larger as I realized how her biceps had grown, her thighs had thickened, and her shoulders had widened.
She was down to her sports bra and panties when she hugged Lauren and Meghan. She stripped those off, sauntered halfway down the side of the pool, and then dove in to emerge with her arms wrapped around my ribs – and her lips pressed to mine.
When the kiss ended, I looked into her eyes, grinned, and said, “Hey, Fireball.”
“Hey, yourself Sexy,” she purred.
She disappeared under the surface of the water and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. She came up for another kiss, stroking my growing cock.
“I graduated this morning,” she said. “This is my first day of duty. The guys dropped me off so they could go wash the truck. They said I’ve got an hour. I’ll be at the firehouse for the next two weeks. I needed to see you again before then.”
By that point, she had my cock hard enough for what she needed. She pointed it up, hopped on top of it, and slid it into place.
“Fucking A,” she growled. She looked at me and said, “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”
“Nothing that can’t wait,” I said, grinning.
I reached down and wrapped my hands around her narrow ass.
“You look amazing,” I told her.
“Yeah, well, you feel amazing,” she said, “better than I remembered.”
“We can move inside if you want,” I said.
“Let me take the edge off and then I’ll take you up on that,” she purred.
One hand gripped my bicep; the other gripped the back of my neck. Her heels dug into my ass as she fucked herself on my cock – which was aching for her – even as she slid her muscled vagina up and down my length.
I took a hand from her ass and wrapped Sahabet Giriş it behind her neck – to pull her lips to mine. Her kiss was like a smoldering fire – at the point just before the flames break out – all heat and potential.
“Fuck, Zoey,” I growled, as she ground herself on me – even as she rode me towards an epic conclusion.
“Oh!” she gasped. “Fuck, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!”
Her channel clenched around me but still she rode on – never stopping or slowing until she’d finished cumming. Then she pressed her lips to mine and kissed the life out of me.
“If it is okay with you,” she whispered, as her head rested on my shoulder and she caught her breath, “I’d like to be fucked on your bed now. I need to feel you cumming inside of me.”
She didn’t release me from her hug – so I began walking across the pool towards the steps. She clung to me as I climbed out of the water. Sara slid the patio door open, and I carried my favorite little redhead down the hall to my room.
I stopped at the linen closet and grabbed towels so we could dry off. Once we were mostly dry, we tumbled onto the bed.
She crawled to the middle, laid her head on my pillow, and spread herself open for me.
“Hard and fast, please,” she said. “Don’t stop until you’re finished pumping your load into me.”
Zoey grabbed behind her knees and pulled her hips up to meet me. I gazed down over her stupendous body, amazed that I got to be the one to fuck this beauty.
She grinned up at me and said, “You’ll need to actually put your dick inside of me if you’re going to fuck me.”
I stabilized myself by gripping the headboard and reached down to guide my cock into her waiting cunt.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped. “That’s the shit right there!”
I gripped the head of my bed in both hands and began pounding my cock down into the redhead’s tight pussy. I realized she’d shaved off her muff and looked up to see her smiling at me.
“Got worried it might catch fire,” she said, snickering.
Her smile disappeared as she focused on the pounding that I was giving her.
“Fuck, yes!” she hissed. “Harder!”
I wasn’t sure how I could go harder. I raised myself up and dropped my weight onto her body, spearing my cock into her. She grunted and then moaned.
“Yes, that!” she called out.
She had said to fuck her until I came – but I wanted to give her another before I filled her. Her next climax slid by quietly (barely causing me to shudder as I fought to maintain control over my balls) and I decided to hold out a little longer.
A couple minutes later, her keening and moans intensified, and I could tell this was going to be the one.
“Oh, fuck! Close!” she moaned. “Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!”
I moved my hands to her ass and thighs and gripped her body in my fists as I slammed my cock into her.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes!”
She dropped her legs and wrapped her fingers around her tiny little nipples – pulling hard as her pussy clamped down on my cock. I thrust into her two more times, buried my prick to the root, and growled as I threw off the restraints and let myself orgasm.
My cock pulsed again and again, and my seed shot down my penis and burst like a fireworks display inside of my freckled lover. I gazed down at her adorable nose, tight breasts, and sexy face.
“That’s all I’ve got, Fireball,” I told her. “You’ve drained me.”
She pulled me down, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed the life out of me. Her pussy was still milking my cock – hoping for a few more drops – but there was nothing left.
She looked at her wristwatch.
“Can you fuck me – nice and slow – for another 12 minutes?” she asked.
I answered her by kissing her, leaning back onto my knees, and gently sliding my cock in and out of her. She gave me a smoky look and nibbled her bottom lip.
“I love that so much,” she purred.
“You and me both,” I told her.
She managed another small climax before she pulled me down for a kiss and then told me that she needed to get dressed.
I threw on a pair of shorts and followed her back out to the patio where I handed her items as she donned them. The rest of the family gathered around as they realized that her ride would soon be returning.
Once she was dressed – with her tanks on her back and her axe in her hands – we led her through the house out to the front lawn. We only waited a minute or two before the big red firetruck pulled up in front of the yard.
She shoved her helmet up and I ducked underneath to give her another lusty kiss.
She winked at me as I stepped back. She dropped her helmet into place and jogged across the yard towards the truck. She climbed aboard and gave us a wave as the truck pulled away. I blew her a kiss as the others waved.
I turned back towards the house to see April’s eyes settle onto my face. I smiled and shrugged. I headed past her into the house. Sara started calling out assignments to get dinner prepared.
~~~ Week 10 – T-30 ~~~
It Sahabet Yeni Giriş was time, once again, for the girls to have another check-up.
“In four more weeks,” the doctor told them, “you’ll be passing the end of your first trimester. I’ll schedule an appointment for you to meet the sonographer. If you’re lucky, she’ll be able to tell you whether you’ll be having a boy or a girl.”
The girls looked at each other and squealed.
“Four weeks, ladies,” she said. “Keep walking and keep taking those vitamins.”
“Thanks, doc,” I said.
“How many others are you fucking?” she asked me.
“Two or three,” I admitted, picturing Carla and Zoey’s faces in my mind.
“Wrap it before you tap it, buster,” she snarled.
She turned and headed out of the door. April looked at me and started laughing. I thought about Rose. She hadn’t been back recently. I kind of missed my little sweat-sniffing freak. I was pretty certain that none of my lovers were going to agree to have me “wrap it before I tapped it”.
~~~ Thanksgiving – Week 11 – T-29 ~~~
I had just finished setting five places for our Thanksgiving lunch when Carla let herself into the house. I quickly grabbed a plate to drop at her place and went back to the kitchen to get her silverware. She met me halfway to the table and wrapped her arms around me to collect a smoldering kiss.
“You’re mine after lunch,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah. Rose is home on break, and she claimed you for the night. Erin will be here tomorrow night.”
With the understanding that I was going to be busy that afternoon, I only had seconds of mashed potatoes – and just one slice of pumpkin pie (but with a little extra whipped topping).
Once lunch was put up, Carla and I slipped off to the garage to “work on the car”. I bent her over the radiator and slammed into her as she moaned and goaded me to fuck her harder and faster. When we were finished, she talked me into lying on the creeper so that she could lie on top of me so that we could kiss and cuddle. We were still there when Rose slipped in.
“You get him warmed up for me?” she asked Carla.
“He’s not quite a sweaty mess,” Carla told her, giggling, “but I made him work a little.
My fang-toothed lover crouched down on the dirty garage floor to kiss Carla and then me.
“His cock twitched when you kissed me,” Carla told her.
The future physical therapist looked back and forth between us and said, “You up for a little fun?”
“Always,” Carla replied, grinning.
As we slipped through the front room, Sara told the girls that they had about an hour before we’d start warming up leftovers for dinner.
“More than enough time,” Rose told her, smirking.
Once we were in my room, we all stripped. I leered at the two brunettes. Rose was brown-headed with small B-cups; Carla was darker-haired (almost black) with mouthwatering C-cups.
Rose had me lay in the middle of my bed on my back. She crawled up my body, dragging my cock along the front of her, before she settled on top of me so that my aching cock was standing up just below her ass. Her knees were tucked up beside me.
“Crawl in behind me,” Rose told Carla. “Use your cunt to trap him between our bodies and then rub yourself against my ass and back – with him pinned between us.”
Soon the girls found their rhythm and I was being tortured. The crack of Rose’s ass was grinding against the top side of my prick at the same time that Carla’s labia were stroking up and down the bottom side of my cock. At the same time, Rose was rubbing her hands all over my arms, sides, stomach, hips, and back. Carla was holding onto Rose’s hips to help match her movements to her partner-in-crime’s.
The press of our bodies – and the friction of rubbing against one another – had Rose nibbling my neck and pressing her nose to my body to fill her sinuses with my sweaty, musky scent.
Rose grabbed my hand, shoved it between us, and began riding my fingers. My cock was already screaming for mercy and now my brain was on overload as my lusty lover fucked herself on my hand. Carla’s moans – from bumping her labia and clitoris up and down on my cock – were dragging her off to another climax as well.
“Aw, fuck!” I gasped, as I finally succumbed to the abuse they were inflicting on me.
Rose gasped as she felt my hot sperm spray onto her ass and back. She fucked herself a little faster on my fingers. Carla gasped and clenched her twat against my fountaining cock. She moaned as she felt the heat of my spend coating her quim and her mons.
I lay back and tried to catch my breath as I watched Carla lean down and begin licking my semen from her friend’s back and ass. Rose raised herself up, aimed my cock at her entrance, and dropped onto me to see if she could get herself another orgasm before we headed to dinner.
She moaned as she rode my cock while Carla continued to clean her up. She actually succeeded in getting two more small climaxes before Sara yelled that she was ready for us.
Sara let Rose have her seat for dinner. The little vixen begged several kisses as we ate. I, of course, gave in every time. After dinner, she sat with me in the recliner and all of the girls chattered as she snuggled with me as she talked to them.