Chapter 54: The rainbow lounge 002/ The Looks 001

Nelson didn’t hesitate for a moment. After coating his mushroom head with baby oil, he used one hand to spread my butt cheeks and one hand to guide his cock into my ass. The first motion that put the tip of the head in, hurt so badly that I was gritting my teeth and had my fists clench in the sheets in pain. But Nelson was experienced at this as he was with massages. He knew just what to say to put me at ease. “That’s it, you’re so hot, and I want your ass so badly.”

Once he eased the head past my sphincter, Nelson gave a hard push and drove it in all the way to his balls. It hurt so badly that I thought he was going to split me in half.

He moved very gently at first but then I started to get really fired up. Before I knew it, I was yelling, “Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!”

He was shouting in return, calling me his “cock-loving slut, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.”

After about ten minutes, he was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Finally, I put my face in the pillow and put both of my hands on my butt cheeks, spreading them apart. Nelson was big, and I wanted to open myself up as much as possible to him. I wanted him to own my ass. I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He tortured me for a while by making me beg again and again for it.

Finally, all of a sudden he buried his cock in me and stopped. I could feel his dick throb in my ass as I got what I really needed. His balls exploded and he cummed deep inside of my ass. I loved it. I truly loved every bit of it.

His cock started to move in and out of me again and I felt some of his warm excess cum fall onto my balls and inner leg. After a minute of him just laying on me, his cock when soft enough that it fell out of my ass. The last thing I remember was him rolling me over, and him kissing me as he played with my cock and balls, but I dozed off shortly after that.

I woke an hour later to him sucking on my cock. He was an expert. I exploded into his mouth after a couple minutes.

I quickly got dress, got phone number and even though it was past my curfew slipped into the house without being caught.

I definitely woke up sore the next morning, but it was worth it. When he found out I was still in high school Nelson was a little pissed. But since I was eighteen, well over seventeen, the legal age for sex in Texas he forgave me. We saw each other quite a few times after that and anal became part of our sexual ritual. Nelson liked to screw my ass, then pull out and finish in my mouth.

The End.

**Book Title: The Looks**

“I see how you look at her…”

“And I see how she looks at you.”

“What are you saying?”

“You haven’t noticed that your nineteen year old daughter stops and stares every time you move or even shift your body? Especially when you come to breakfast wearing just panties and an old T-shirt? Or after your shower, when you wrap the towel around your hair and scurry across the hall to get dressed? A couple of times I’ve thought I was going to have to wipe up puddles of drool.”

“I don’t believe it. I think you’re deflecting because you don’t want to admit to your wife that you lust after the forbidden fruit of your loins.”

“You’ve never seen her brush the back of her hand across her inner thighs while she watches how your ass moves in your bikini?”

“Well, I do look pretty good for my age,” my wife laughed.

“Who’s deflecting now?”

“I bet you’d love to watch her suck my tits and lick my clit, two or three fingers up stuffing my cunt…”

“And a thumb exploring your ass.”

I knew my wife loved anal penetration, but had no idea whether our daughter felt the shared secret.

“I bet you’d take your cock out and stroke it, and then step over and hope that she sucked it.”

“I would never interrupt her worshipping those tits that she suckled as a baby, but once she was done, I hope she would want to feel my meat filling her mouth, or other holes.”

“At her age, I’m sure she has lots of energy, and the sexual curiosity to want to try everything. I know that’s the way that I was back then. I never fucked my parents, but I did masturbate a lot after I noticed how hard Daddy got when my friends and I trotted around in short shorts or bikinis. Then I graduated to fantasizing about licking my Mom’s clit when I went down on those friends.”

“You haven’t had any girl on girl play in years.”

“Not since the night before the wedding with Amy, my maid of honour.”

I chuckled, recalling that adventure.

“You did love eating my cream pie out of her.”

“It was all I could do to resist inviting her along on the honeymoon.”

“But we digress…”

We both chuckled then, no doubt each fondly recalling those premarital days, which we had abandoned abruptly, focusing on raising a traditional family, having traditional careers, a traditional marriage.

“And you are really good at digressing. Admit that Daddy would like to fuck his baby girl. Don’t worry, I won’t hate you for it. Look how hard just talking about it makes my nipples. And my cunt is wetter than it has been in months.”

“I already said I would love it, but that I think she would prefer you, and I wonder whether that might be to the exclusion of me.”

“Has talking about it made you hard?”

“Just thinking about how tight she must be makes me hard,” I felt the warmth in my cheeks as I blushed. “I even think about fucking her sometimes as I fuck you. That way I stay hard enough to fuck your ass after the first time I come in your mouth or your cunt.”

“Oh, Daddy, you are so naughty…” She seemed not to be angry. Instead, she wriggled in her chair, and suddenly, smoothly, shifted to my lap, grinding her ass against my cock.

“Naughty AND hard, Daddy. You must really want to fuck your little girl.”

“She hasn’t been a little girl for a long time.”

“Fuck me Daddy fuck me like you want to fuck our little girl,” she sighed in a babyish voice. She slid her hand into my pants and said, “Oh, I love what thinking about our little girl does to Daddy!”

At that point, I was beyond control. A shudder ran through my body starting at my toes, racing up to my brain, and exploding back down my spine to my groin from the top of my head to between my legs where it turned to intense heat that spread back through my body. My wife kissed me, while her hand moved up and down my swelling shaft.

“Imagine it is our daughter stroking you, Daddy,” she said as she broke the kiss. “Think about her firm young tits pressing against your chest.”

My hands moved without conscious command to lift her top over her head, revealing a fine pair of mounds tipped with hard little nubbins.

“I still can get away without a bra on weekends, but, Daddy, her boobs are even more firm, so young, so perky.”

My fingers kneaded my wife’s flesh, though I closed my eyes and pictured our daughter as I did so.

“Do you wonder what her nipples taste like?”

I took the queue and lowered my lip to those points, suckling my wife as surrogate for my daughter.

“Salty yet sweet,” I sighed, raiding my face to hers, meeting her lips with a passionate kiss. As our tongues intertwined, I realized that she must be thinking about how our daughter tasted, and that I was offering her that by proxy, if daughter tasted like mother. The image of the two women, so similar though so apart in age, kissing, made my cock throb.

“Someone likes the idea of tasting his daughter,” my wife observed as we broke our kiss.

“Not as much as I like the idea of watching you taste her,” I spoke before I even recognized the truth of those words.

She obviously also liked the thought, because she pumped my shaft faster, and used her baby finger to tickle my balls in that special way only my wife knew.