Jake part XIII – Nocturnal Emissions [ts, Mf, Mff, ff, oral, reluc, voy, etc]

I keep getting messages saying you love this story. Thank you all! Remember I am always open to comments, criticism and suggestions/requests. And this part is the end of Katie's sleepover, I promise.

Katie came hard when Petra flashed her dad’s dick-pic at her. It was completely without warning; one moment she was eagerly anticipating the sight, and the next she was biting her lip and squirming, trying desperately not to moan. She felt empty inside, and she knew exactly how she wanted to fill that emptiness. She wanted the cock in that picture, wanted to peel that hand off the shaft and then lay back and feel it slide inside her, filling her perfectly.
Petra smiled knowingly at her. “Pretty nice, huh?”
Katie shivered, panting a little. “Y-yeah. I, uh… yeah. Whose hand is that?”
Petra grinned. “Mine, of course.”
Katie stared for a moment, then punched Petra in the shoulder. “Shut up, skank! It’s probably your mom.”
Petra laughed. “Whatever, sure. If it makes you feel better.”
Katie giggled. “Still, it looks nice. Ten out of ten, would ride to victory.”
“Yeah, it’s not bad, huh.”
Katie had trouble getting the image out of her head, considering it from every angle. Mr. S had clearly taken that picture, and someone female was folding his dick. It had looked shiny, like it was wet. So whoever it was had been on her knees and leaned back out of the frame.
Petra’s mom was probably the hand’s owner. But thinking about it she couldn’t help but picture Petra down there instead, stroking and sucking her father. It was awful, a terrible thing to think about, but then again, Petra was the one who’d been joking about it.
And the more she thought about it, the more she remembered how she’d felt earlier, first with the pictures and then when Petra flashed her. It was weird, having these feelings for another girl at all, let alone someone she’d known so long. She’d always thought of Petra as more of a sister she didn’t see very often, a casual affection, not an object of lust. But now she kept stealing glances Petra’s body, remembering the feeling of her warm skin a minute ago.
Petra broke the silence. “Have you done any oral?”
Katie coughed in surprise. “Jeez, I never knew you were so… you know.”
“Knowledgeable?”
Katie shrugged. “I guess that’s one word for it. Um… a little. It was weird.”
”Only with a guy, right?”
“Yeah, of course! Why, have you-?”
Petra chuckled. It made her breasts jiggle in a distracting way. “Sure. Not as much with girls, I admit. But I know my way around a guy.”
Katie’s mind ran through a series of images of Petra with the guys she’d dated or been close to. Then she realized something. “Who’s the girl you’ve been with?”
Petra winked. “I promised not to tell, sorry.”
“I guess that’s fair. So when you said before that you could help me, what did you mean?”
“I dunno,” Petra admitted, “just… you really have no game. You’re practically crawling in the man’s lap. I mean, I’m setting aside that it’s my dad… you’re crawling in the lap of a married guy and expecting him to just fall for you like that.”
Katie blushed. “Yeah I guess I overdid it a little.”
“You flashed your gash on the lifting bench.”
“I prefer ‘overdid it’.”
Petra giggled and gave her a shove. “Anyway. You can show off your body without looking like a whore. And your attitude…”
“What’s wrong with my attitude?”
“Well look, what you told me about how you feel is really sweet. I wish someone felt like that about me. But you don’t show it. You present like a cat in heat.”
Katie sighed. “Guess I overdo it, huh? So what should I do?”
Petra shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m helping you with this, but… you need to chat. Get to know him, let him get to know you. Find out what he likes and find common interests. Be friendly and fun to be around. He already knows you’re fuckable.”
Katie grinned. “This is great. I could kiss you.”
Petra winked. “Go for it.”
Katie shrugged, leaning in and kissing Petra again. It seemed to get easier and easier to do, once the first one was out of the way. She wondered if Mr. Stevens would be the same way. She certainly hoped so. She hoped he’d pull her close and touch her the way Petra was doing, that his hands would caress her breasts and slide down her sides, with one slipping down between her legs…
“What are you doing?” Katie whispered breathlessly.
“Touching you,” Petra replied. “Stop me if you want.”
Katie was about to say something when Petra kissed her again. She felt those soft, warm fingers touching and stroking, and her protest turned into a soft moan.
Petra bit at her lip and giggled into her mouth as her fingers stroked and teased. And how was she so good at this? Katie had always thought it would be no better with a girl than when she was alone, but Petra’s touch was so much more intense.
Petra shifted, gently probing and slipping two fingers between Katie’s already-moistened entrance. There was another weird feeling in her gut like she’d turned over,then she felt herself squeeze shut tight around the digits. She once again felt empty deep inside, and a sudden shock of sensation pushed her straight over into another unexpected orgasm. She moaned more loudly, and Petra’s fingers slipped deeper. Katie realized after a moment that it was her own reflexive motion that had pushed her in, as her body begged for more.
Petra seemed only too glad to give it to her, leaning down and sucking Katie’s nipple and angling her hand upward. Katie’s orgasm rolled over into another smaller climax as Petra slowly pumped her fingers in and out, cupping and massaging her free breast. She leaned back and shivered all over, trying not to moan too loudly and losing herself in wave after wave of pleasure.

Jake carefully put Petra’s fingers back where they’d been in the gaping opening of Katie’s pussy. It hadn’t been gaping a moment ago, of course, but he’d once again slipped his cock inside her while he was “augmenting” the stimulation Petra was giving her.
He returned to his hiding place, smiling to himself as he watched the girls start moving again. Katie slapped her hand over her own mouth and stifled a little scream, falling on her back on the bed and bucking her hips. Petra shot a look toward him and winked, then went down on her friend.
This time, Jake didn’t need to interfere. Katie squirmed and moaned as Petra went to work pleasuring her. Her hands went down to the bed and gripped the covers, clenching into fists. It was possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen, watching his daughter turn her friend into a puddle of goo. In fact, as his eyes flicked over to Petra’s upturned ass, his cock throbbed and twitched eagerly. He started slowly stroking it, watching the girls but not interfering for the moment.
Katie’s hands were on Petra’s head and she was arching her back, slowly bucking against her. There was no trace of her earlier shyness and hesitance now; only pleasure and surrender. Jake wasn’t sure what turned him on more: the sight of Katie reduced from an overbearing sexpot to a quivering mass of pleasure-overwhelmed flesh, or the way that Petra had so elegantly guided the girl from dick-chasing into a full-on lesbian encounter. He took a moment to stop things and acquire some more photos, so he could answer the question later.
Petra finally pulled away after Katie again screamed into her own hand, sitting up and smiling down at her. She stroked Katie’s arm, letting her come down from the high.
Katie turned her head, panting. “Wow,” she said softly.
Petra grinned. “Thanks.”
“Do you want me to-?”
Petra winked at Jake slyly, then smiled again down at her friend. “Yes,” she said frankly, “I do. But you don’t have to if it’s still weird.”

“Ooh, yes… like that,” Petra said, stroking Katie’s hair back from her fact. After a brief reassurance, Katie had insisted on returning the favor, so now Petra was laying back, propped up on some pillows, while Watie shyly licked at her girl-parts. “Right there, and then maybe suck a little…”
“Like this?”
“Mmhmm,” Petra sighed, exaggerating her reaction slightly. Katie really was clueless, but she was eager to learn. Mission accomplished, she thought as she looked over at the partway-open closet door. Her father was there, and she locked eyes with him, shifting a little so he could have a better view. He was stroking himself while he watched them, which in turn made Petra even hotter.
The important thing was that she had done it, and more easily than she’d thought. In only one evening, she’d turned Katie – a girl who had in past been downright homophobic on occasion – into an authentic rug-munching dyke. Well okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but at the very least, she had made her not only eat pussy, but ask permission to do so.
The power was amazing, she thought as she moaned and rubbed her own breasts. How her father hadn’t gone on a raping-and-stealing spree the moment he’d found that remote was beyond her. He was a god now, and he could literally reshape the world to his own pleasure. She made a mental note to pester him about getting rich so he could quit his job.
Katie discovered her clit and petra moaned again, more authentically this time. She shifted her leg to caress the girl’s side, reaching down to touch her face. “Yes, keep going,” she encouraged.
Of course, the night hadn’t gone quite to plan. After hearing Katie’s confession, Petra felt a little guilty about toying with her. She resolved to make it up to her, and soon. With orgasms and fantasy in the short term, but in the longer view there might be something worth pursuing as well. Something rare, and beautiful.

Later, Jake laid in bed, waiting. Sarah snored beside him, in a deep sleep due to the pill she’d taken. Jake himself had already slept, taking advantage of stopped time to get what had probably been a good nine hours in. It occurred to him that, should he make a habit of that, he would never actually have to lose time to sleep again. Finally, the alarm on his phone buzzed. It was the appointed time.
Petra had let Katie play with her for a good thirty minutes, teaching her all sorts of tricks and “moves”. Jake had made a note of some of them, and resolved to later ask his daughter just how she became such an expert at girl-on-girl action.
After they’d finished, Katie had gone to the bathroom to clean up. Jake emerged as soon as she was out the door, stopping time to be safe and speaking with Petra. Then he’d kissed her, smirking at the less-familiar taste of Katie still on her lips, and retired to his bed.
Now it was time to put the evening’s final plan to work, to create their last prank with Katie. He made sure she was frozen, then woke Petra and returned to his hiding place. Petra moved Katie into a sitting position and, as soon as Jake started time again fully, began to gently shake her awake.

“Katie… wake up, Katie.”
“Mnuh?” Katie yawned. “Petra? Wassat?”
Petra giggled hauntingly. It was like the creepy kid in a horror movie. “Come into your dream, Katie.”
Katie rubbed at her eyes. “What are you talking about? What dream?”
Petra grinned like the cheshire cat on free canary day. “This one, silly.”
Katie frowned as her eyes focused in the dim light. “What are you talking-”
Petra snapped her fingers. There was a tumbling feeling, and then she was standing shakily in the middle of the room. Her plain panties and nightshirt, the only things she’d been wearing, were gone, replaced by a tight tee and plaid skirt. Petra stood next to her, dressed similarly.
“What’s going on?”
Petra smiled and held her hand, squeezing it. “You’re dreaming, and I guess I’m along for the ride. Lucid dream, huh? Pretty cool.”
“That’s crazy, what are you talking about?”
“Huh, you’re right,” Petra said thoughtfully. “I’m probably not really here.” Then she vanished.
Katie gasped in shock as Petra opened the bedroom door and walked in again. “Nah, I like existing. You must like having me here, or I wouldn’t be. So, where do you wanna do this?”
“Do what?”
“Well,” Petra said patiently, “It’s your dream. I assume you want to fuck my Daddy.”
Katie shook her head, trying to clear the sleepy dizzy feeling. “I- well yeah…”
Petra grinned. “Where do you wanna do this? Here? Living room? Ooh, or in my parents’ bed? Naughty girl…”
Katie hesitated. “Living room?”
The moment she said it, she was there. “Wow,” she said, looking around. The room was lit by a single reading lamp. In the chair next to it, wearing a dark-colored housecoat, sat Mr. Stevens.
“Daddy,” Petra said, “Katie wants you.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Katie felt herself flush dark red. “Well, yeah…”
Mr. Stevens smiled that perfect smile at her. “Come here and tell me about it,” he said.
Katie was frozen, but Petra grabbed her hand and dragged her over to her father. “Relax,” she said. “It’s just a dream.”
It was the most vivid dream she’d ever had, but it had to be one, right? After all, the whole situation was so impossible, as was the teleporting before.
Mr. Stevens just kept smiling at her. He patted his lap. “Will you sit down?”
Katie swallowed. She could taste the toothpaste she’d used before turning in for the night. Slowly, she stepped closer to the dream of her ideal man. “Okay,” she said.
He reached up and pulled her down gently, sitting her sideways on his lap and wrapping his left arm around her waist. His right rested on her leg near the knee. His skin felt hot on her bare leg, and it was all she could do not to fidget. “Comfy? Good. So, what do you want from me, Katie?”
“She wants you inside her,” Petra interrupted. “And she wants to kiss you and she wants you to divorce and marry her and make her my step-mom.” She made a face. “I’m not a huge fan of that plan. I told her you’d marry me first.”
Mr. Stevens chuckled. “Is this true, Katie?”
“Yes, Mr. Stevens,” she said. “I-”
“Call me Jake. I’m your dream, after all.”
Katie nodded. “Okay, Mr.- Jake. Well, she did tell me something like that.”
Jake smiled and patted her knee. “It’s true, Petra is my one and only baby girl, and very special to me. Come here, Pet.”
Petra strode up to them. “Yes, Daddy?”
Jake reached up and grabbed the front of Petra’s shirt, pulling her down and kissing her. It was a firm, possessive, but still loving kiss. He looked into her eyes as it broke. “Heel and kneel, please,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy,” Petra said, moving to kneel beside Jake’s throne-like chair. He reached over and stroked her hair affectionately, then returned his hand to Katie’s leg. “And what about the rest, Katiegirl? The part about you wanting me?”
Katie was too off-balance trying to understand what she’d just watched to think much before answering. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, I want to be with you.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m in love with you,” Katie admitted. “I have been since forever. You – the real you – you’re just so sexy and nice and awesome.”
Jake’s smile widened. “Well thank you, Katie,” he said. “I think you’re sexy and nice, too, although I wish I knew you better. When you wake up, we should be better friends, instead of you just flashing me and me pretending not to notice.”
Katie blushed again. “I’d like that,” she said.
“I know you would. I think you’d also like something else, while we’re in this dream, yes?”
Katie smiled. “Yeah…”
Jake took her hand in his. “I think I know what you want,” he said, slowly slipping the hand inside his robe. He moved her fingers, wrapping them around the big, hard cock she’d been thinking about most of the night, as well as most every other night since she’d understood what it was.
This was the best dream ever, Katie thought as she ran her hand down and up Jake’s dick slowly. She leaned toward him, trying to act relaxed, even though her heart was racing. Jake took the hint, leaning in as well and pressing his lips to hers.
It was at once very similar to kissing Petra, and completely different. Jake’s lips were more rough and not quite as warm, but there was a tender gentleness that she’d never felt before, a protectiveness. It was as if he could bite her head off but yet she trusted him completely to never hurt her.
There was a shifting motion and KAtie realized that Petra was pulling her shirt up, exposing her breasts. She shivered at the chill of air on her nipples, but didn’t resist. Jake kept kissing her, sliding his hand up along her thigh under the skirt. Katie’s legs opened of their own accord and she gasped as she felt him stroke her pussy softly.
There was another weird shift, and suddenly Katie was on her back on the floor. There was a soft blanket beneath her, and her clothing was completely gone. She was staring up into Jake’s eyes, and his firm, naked body was poised above her own. Her hand was still wrapped around his shaft and stroking him, but now the tip of his penis was rubbing against her pussy with every movement.
Jake smiled. “Are you sure you’re ready, love?”
Petra, apparently sitting behind Katie’s head, giggled. “Stick it in, Katie! It feels so good!”
Katie nodded slowly. She bit her lip and wiggled his shaft, slipping it between her lips. Jake never took his eyes off of hers, but as soon as she took the tip inside herself, he began slowly pressing down into her.
Katie moved her hands around Jake’s back, holding onto him like the last piece of floating debris lost at sea. She was wet, so wet, and despite her pussy clenching so tight it hurt, Jake was able to spread her open, inch by inch becoming one with her.
He leaned down and kissed her again, deeply, and she felt him bottom out in her deeper than anything had ever been. His hands stroked her hair back from her face, and he once more looked in her eyes. His gaze held her rapt as he began moving again, slowly out of her until she was almost completely empty again. Katie whined softly, then moaned when he once more pushed down inside her.
“Oh god,” Katie moaned.
Jake kept moving slowly, gently, but unstoppably in and out again. “Are you alright, kitten?” he asked her.
“Mn yes,” she sighed. “Please, don’t stop.”
Petra suddenly leaned over Katie’s face and kissed her father. She was naked too, it seemed. “Daddy never stops,” she said. “Not until it’s done.”
Jake lifted himself up a little, angling even deeper inside of Katie’s throbbing passage. She felt so perfectly full every time he pushed inside her, and so empty when he pulled away. Petra leaned down between them and sucked on one of Katie’s nipples, gliding a hand down across her tummy and rubbing the place where Katie’s clit and Jake’s cock were brushing together.
Katie felt an orgasm building this time. It was almost a relief, compared with the surprises she’d been dealing with tonight. She let her head fall back, panting and moaning more. Jake and Petra both kept pushing, rubbing and sucking and slowly pumping, making her body sing with pleasure until the finally came.
Katie’s back arched and she squealed out loud, every muscle in her body seeming to squeeze and relax. Jake kept moving throughout it, keeping her pleasure rolling until it finally broke and she fell back down, panting.
Jake slowed to a stop, remaining inside her. “Do you need a break?” he asked gently.
Katie shook her head. She was about to say something, but the dream shifted again.
Katie gripped the cushions beneath her. Cushions? It seemed now she was bent over the arm of the couch. There was intense pleasure and a loud, rhythmic slapping, and Katie quickly realized that Jake was behind her, holding her hips in both hands and thrusting into her pussy. She gasped and cried out, digging her nails tighter into the cushions as her passage throbbed and pulsed with new sensations.
How was this dream so vivid? She’d never been fucked like this, not by anyone this big and not at these angles, but she could feel every inch of him as he pounded into her over and over again.
Suddenly there was a sweet smell and a taste on her tongue, and Katie realized that the dream had added Petra to the scene. More specifically, Katie’s tongue was shoved inside Petra’s pussy while Jake kept pumping her from behind.
Katie gave up on resisting her own desires and started licking and sucking Petra’s slit, using as many of the tricks she had learned earlier as she could remember. It was hard to think, with Jake hammering her harder now. His own grunts and moans of pleasure only drove her further, and soon she was crying into Petra’s crotch and cumming once more. Petra herself was moaning loudly, and Jake’s hand was stroking Katie’s back.
The dream shifted again. It seemed Katie’s mind was running wild now that it was finally able to. Now she was on her knees straddling Jake. His hands were holding her hips forcing her to bounce down against him. She tried to moan in surprise, but she was muffled by Petra’s own moaning mouth on hers. Petra was likewise straddling Jake, hiding his face completely.
Katie squirmed and panted, caught between Jake’s hands pulling her down and Petra’s fondling her breasts. Finally, panting for breath, she gained enough control of her body to start moving herself, using her strong leg muscles to shift the angle until it felt right and pushing down, trying to drive Jake deeper. He let her take over, running his hands up and down her sides and legs, then up to her ass, squeezing firmly.
Arching her back, Katie found a sort of diagonal movement that stroked her inside in ways she couldn’t describe. Jake groaned into Petra’s crotch, showing that he also appreciated it. Katie smiled to herself, happy to have regained some control, but then another orgasm overtook her. She ground down harder, taking him deeper and squealing her pleasure, but she had barely a chance to ride out the wave and begin catching her breath before the dream shifted once more.
Now Katie was on her back again, on Petra’s bed. Jake’s body was pressed heavily down on her, and her arms and legs were wrapped tight around him. She was moaning into his shoulder each time he thrust his hips, and she realized that he had somehow driven even deeper, piercing into her womb with that giant, beautiful, perfect cock.
Jake grunted with each grinding push, filling her ears with the sounds of lust and need. He moved faster and harder, ravishing her well-used passage, and she recognized the sounds of a man about to cum from her previous encounter. She realized as well that she desperately wanted him to do so.
Before he could fill her with his seed, however, the dream cruelly shifted her once more. Now Katie found herself kneeling on the floor with her back to the bed, next to Petra. Jake stood before them, and Petra was sucking and stroking his cock hungrily. She moved over and suddenly Jake’s dick was at Katie’s lips.
Katie opened her mouth and gingerly slid her lips around him. She could taste herself on his skin, and she sucked and swallowed. There was a push from behind, and Jake slid deeper; Petra was holding Katie’s hair and pushing her down on him.
Katie moaned in surprise but didn’t pull away. She was too exhausted to resist anything. She let Petra drag her head up and down, sucking and pressing her tongue against him. Jake groaned loudly, and suddenly a new heat filed Katie’s mouth.
Jake pumped into her deeper once as he started to cum, then Petra pulled her back, stroking her father furiously. Jake’s cock spurted and Katie closed her eyes on reflex as sticky, musky-smelling semen splashed across her face and breasts.
Finally, with a satisfied groan from Jake, it was over. Katie felt something warm and wet slide across her face, carefully cleaning the cum off of her. Then there were lips pressed to hers and a tongue demanding entrance. Katie opened her eyes in surprise as Petra pushed more of her father’s cum into her mouth.
Katie swallowed, narrowly avoiding choking on the stuff. She felt Jake’s fingers stroke through her hair. With every panting breath she took, she could also feel his sticky cum shifting between her breasts.
And then it was all over. Katie gasped as she found herself, awake, laying in Petra’s bed under the covers. She was still wearing her nightshirt and panties, but her hand was down the front of the panties and positively soaked with her own juices. Behind her, she could hear Petra snoring softly.

Jake had to bite his cheek almost hard enough to bleed to keep from laughing. His eyes were adjusted to the dim light, and the look on Katie’s face was priceless. She seemed completely confused as she looked at her glistening wet fingers.
It hadn’t been easy to clean Katie up after that long fuck-session. He’d done a bit of a firehose impression when Petra jacked him onto Katie’s pretty young face and tits. They’d carefully removed all the evidence, sponged her clean, and redressed her, posing her in bed as if she’d had a wet dream.
Jake had waited until Petra was asleep to start time again, just to solidify the deception. It seemed to have worked; Katie turned over and gave her friend a little shake, then laid back in the bed again, wiping her hand on the front of her shirt.
The poor girl was obviously exhausted, because she was asleep in moments. Jake had already rested, but decided to follow the girls’ example anyway, returning to his bed and lying next to his wife before slipping into a nap.

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