Annemarie Part 7 and 8 [Mf] [MF]

Part 7

I woke early, and although it had been a somewhat busy night, I felt rested, relaxed and actually pretty good. I heard Rachel’s soft, even breathing, and I looked at her in the early morning light that was seeping into the room from behind the curtain. Fuck, she is gorgeous, even when asleep. I got out of bed, quietly pulled my gym suit that I never wear to the gym on, and silently closed the door of the bedroom behind me. I used the other bathroom and then rinsed my mouth with some breath freshener, just in case.

I went into the kitchen and made a coffee, well got the coffeemaker machine to make one for me. Fortunately, it doesn’t make too much noise, something that I have been grateful for since Jill came to live with me. I turned the computer on and checked emails, looked at the Al Jazira, BBC and Canadian news, saw that the speed we are going down the gurgler is increasing, and pictured Boris Johnson’s hairstyle on the President, a good laugh actually.

I heard someone come into the kitchen but didn’t look up, I could sense Annemarie without even looking, the way she moved, quietly, not like a teenager at all. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck, and whispered, “We have some amazing daughters.”

“That we do, my love. They are just brilliant young people.”

“You know what it was all about? Why-”

“Yes, and I really hope you helped Jill come to terms with her sexuality.”

“Oh yeah, but she is not a lesbian. She is certainly same sex attracted, but in our long discussion she came to know that it was OK to be that. She will grow out of it actually, and soon I suspect.”

“So what happened?”

“Well, the obvious. We made love – a lot – she is a real sex machine, I can tell you. I ended up doing your trick, just to get her to sleep.”

“The make her cum several times she is so washed out trick?”

“That’s the one,” she smiled. “And Rachel?”

“She- well- she-,” I hesitated.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“Well — yeah. It just sort of happened.”

“You mean she told you that it wasn’t about her, so you fucked her or that you showed her what a talented tongue you have and she couldn’t help but wonder of your cock was just as skilled?”

“Mmm the second. She asked me to and being a gentleman, how could I refuse?”

“You mean she offered her honor and you honered her offer, and all night you were on her and off her.”

“Well, yeah,” I replied, “And I think she enjoyed it, well I know she did. She came back for seconds.”

“You know she is a bit of a slut really, she is going to be a serious handfull in bed.”

“You mean like you?”

“Oh no, she is nowhere near as bad as me.” Annemarie laughed that tinkling laugh that just melts me. I pulled her around and sat her on my lap, kissing her. I ran my hand under her dressing gown and played with her breasts.

“I thought you might have had enough of that last night,” she said.

“Never, not of you anyway.” I eased the robe open a bit more and gently caressed her belly, the headed south where she opened her legs a bit and let my hand reach down to her nighty covered pussy. I reached up under her silken nighty and stroked her pussy. Her lips softened as the swelled, her clit stood prominently again as I circled it, giving her the simple pleasure of a good finger fucking.

“I love it when you do that. I really missed it, for fourteen years I missed it.”

“Not any more my darling.”

I kissed her with my finger on her clit.

“Is this a private party, or can anyone join?” I heard Jill say. I must admit, I was startled and jumped, pulling my hand away.

“Oh please, come and join us.” Annemarie said as she spread her legs and pulled her nightie up. Jill got to her knees in front of Annemarie and lapped at the trimmed bush on her cunt. So here I was, kissing my lover while my daughter was licking her pussy.

“Oh darling, she really has a wonderful tongue. In time she will be better then you.”

“I hope so,” I said, “Parents always want their children to be better than they were.”

“If I was in a better position, I would be sucking your cock right now.” Annemarie said.

“Well, I can move Mom,” Jill said, lifting her mouth off her lover.

Annemarie nodded and Jill scooted out of the way. Annemarie stood, spun around and had my gym pants down and my dick out im moments. Annemarie knelt in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth, spreading her knees to allow Jill access to her now stimulated pussy. I must admit, watching my daughter eating my lover’s pussy was really erotic, but having my lover sucking my cock while being eaten was such a turn on. Erotica is certainly in the mind and my mind was saying “Shoot! Shoot!” It wasn’t long before I felt the first sensations of a cum. I seemed to jump from feeling a tingle to a full blown emergency signal saying “Fire in the Hole!” and “Countdown 5-4-3-2-1-FIRE” and my dick spasmed, shooting it load up the long pipe from my balls out the knob. Annemarie gulped it a little but none escaped around the corners of her mouth. I moaned and shook, shooting another stream into the warm, moist orifice, and a third.

Annemarie lifted her head, and then lifted off Jill, only to kneel over her. Quickly, Annemarie held Jill’s head and kissed her. Jill was surprised then jumped at the taste of my sperm being pushed into he mouth. Annemarie didn’t let Jill avoid it, but kept pushing my cum into Jill’s mouth. Jill took it like an experienced and well loved woman, or a real slut. I really didn’t care, I had shot my load and now the scene before me was just a sexy and highly charged tableau. They kept swapping saliva and semen for a few more moments and then broke apart.

“Mmm,” moaned Jill, “That was unusual. That’s Dad I take it?”

“Yes, and I love the way he tastes when I get him to cum in my mouth.”

“Yeah, it’s Ok, maybe I will try it at sometime in the near future.”

Annemarie smiled and said, “Yeah, I’d like to see that.” So would I, I thought.

We sat and cuddled on the floor, then I thought it’s Sunday morning, let’s all go out for breakfast and got a general agreement. Just then, Rachel staggered in and looked, “Mmm has anyone eaten yet?” Jill laughed, and Annemarie and I joined in.

“No darling, we were just talking about going out for breakfast, if you want to come?”

“Oh yeah, always.”

“To breakfast,” Jill said.

“Oh yeah, that too,” Rachel replied, with a half smile.

That set the tone for the day and by the end of it, we had all grown closer as a family.

Part 8.

Things remained pretty much this way for the next six months. About twice a month, Rachel would sleep with me, and we would have some glorious sex. She just got better, an enthusiastic lover and adventuorus. The second time she slept with me she sucked on my cock. That night, we actually didn’t have intercourse, but there was a lot of oral sex. She had brought a small vibrator with her and used it up my ass, slipping it in while I was enjoying a great head job.

I jumped at the unexpected invasion and she told me to stop being such a baby and take it like a man – up the ass. The vibrator wasn’t any bigger than my little finger, but at first, it was huge. I just felt it was going in the wrong direction. A little lube helped and while Rachel was sucking my dick, the gizmo up my ass, she switched the vibrator on and I just about went through the roof. It was only seconds later that I exploded in this massive spasm of pleasure that left me breathless.

After swallowing so much cum, there was lots over, and it dribbled down the sides of Rachel’s mouth. She wiped her fingers over it and pushed it into her mouth, then licked her fingers clean, making the yummm sounds kids often do when enjoying their food. That was so fucking nice though, never considered that I would have enjoyed something like that. Still, my ass did hurt for a bit so what would it be like with a full sized cock? Not really eager to find out I must admit.

Really, we were in a state of domestic bliss. Everything was going really well. Annemarie enrolled at the local college, part-time, the girls grades were stupendous, all three of them were fucking beautiful, and we celebrated their fourteenth birthdays, in style.

We had been together for well over a year and everything was fine. At the dinner table, we began discussing where we would like to go for the girls fifteenth birthays. The kids said, Las Vegas, but that wasn’t going to happen. We kicked around several ideas and finally settled on a named restaurant. I could see me buying new dresses all round, complete with shoes and handbags, and makeup and then birthday gifts, and so on and so on. Oh, my aching wallet, oh my rapidly dimishing credit card.

The weekend before the big event was a family day. We took in some sights around LA we hadn’t been to before. We looked at things that were now seedy, but once glorious. That is, for me, symbols of a once great past and I doubt it will ever return. At some point we stopped caring about those things, became too busy making money, and let things go, why?

It started getting late so on the way home, we picked up some pizza and made it a TV night. There were many movies the girls had not seen, so they picked 12 Monkeys and we watched it. I love it, Brad Pitt is phenomenal as Jeffery Goines, but he doesn’t steal the film, Bruce Willis was excellent as James and Madeline Stowe was gorgeous, even Frank Gorshin was convincing. At the end of the movie, it was late and we told the kids it was time for bed. That was when Jill hugged me and said, “Can you sleep with me tonight, Dad?”

The room went dead quiet. I glanced at Annemarie who smiled a little and gave a minute nod. Rachel was standing behind Jill and mouthed About time! and grinned.

“Mom, can I sleep in your bed tonight?” she asked

“Of course darling.”

It was settled.

Annemarie and Rachel disappeared quickly and Jill and I were standing in the lounge, hugging. She turned her face up to me, and kissed me. I had to respond, the really sensuous nature of kissing is an art form, and Jill had plenty of practice. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, and lay with her on the bed.

I didn’t even consider undressing her at first, I just held her, kissed her and let her own passion develop and grow. When I thought she was ready, I touched her breasts, ran my hand over her jeans, gently squeezing her ass, her thigh. I then slowly undid a button on her shirt, then another, exposing the developed, bra-encased breasts. I pushed the shirt off her shoulder, and kissed her now exposed neck. Gently, gently, I finished unbuttoning her shirt, and I ran my hand over her back, then onto her breast, across her belly, kissing her luscious lips all the while.

Her breathing grew a bit more rapid as her excitement mounted. I rolled her onto her back and undid the belt of her jeans, then the button and zip. She held her hips up so I could peel them off her, and left her with a bra and sheer panties. I could see the darkness of her arousal in the gusset of her panties, so I ran my hand over them feling the dampness there. She smelled great, I felt her undoing the buttons on my shirt, run her hands on the inside, touching my skin.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, “Feels odd, you not having tits.”

“You’ll get used to it,” I suggested, hoping it would be true.

My shirt came off and my jeans soon followed. While I could see her arousal, she could feel mine. There was an iron rod in my underwear, hidden only by the y-fronts. She ran her hand over it and cooed, “And that’s going in me?”

“Yes my darling girl, it is, anywhere you want it.”

“But it’s big!”

“The human body is amazing, you will stretch to suit, believe me.”

“I know, Rachel has been telling me for the last year.”

“It will hurt-”

“No, it won’t. Rachel and me..erm I, got a bit carried away once and well..”

“Rachel broke your hymen? ”

“Yeah – accidentally.”

I smiled, “That’s OK,” it wasn’t really, I would have loved to done it. “Just make it easier.”

“So what now?”

I slipped the bra-straps off her shoulders and reached around with one hand to undo the clips. Good trick guys, but takes practice to get right. I can now do it either hand, so the bra slipped off easily. Jill is lithe, slender, lean with muscle, she won’t ever have really large breasts, but they are nice. Covered with a larger aureole, and when aroused, her nipples stand out like top hats. They are lovely, and I couldn’t help myself, just slipped one into my mouth while caressing the other.

I pushed myself into a better position and pulled Jill’s panties down, exposing her furry beaver to my eyes. A slight reddish-brown color, matchng her shoulder length hair. I couldn’t help but for a moment to think of Sandra, how much she was like her. A little taller, but the same colored hair, dark eyes and really cute ass. I didn’t think of any further prelininaries, I just wanted a taste of the beautiful pussy, so I dived on it. I pushed her legs apart and saw pink, swollen lips staring back at me. I had my mouth over it and my tounge darting in and out, up and down and round and round. I pushed and prodded her skin, tasting the yummy juices she was making in abundance now.

Ir wasn’t long that Jill started to cum, she did, not real loud and hard, but subtly, deep moans rather than strong cries of enjoyment. I must admit, this was a bit quiet for me, I wasn’t really sure what to make of it. I hadn’t heard anything about it from either Annemarie or Rachel, but I wouldn’t have expected to. Oh well, as long as she was cumming, did it really matter how much noise she made?

I couldn’t wait any longer. I rose above her and lifted her knees, wrapping them in the crook of my elbows. This exposed her sex ot my now enraged prong, and I slid it up and down until I felt it engage. I knew she o longer had a hymen, but I slid my cock into her slowly, not wanting to waste a moment of that delicious feel of entering a woman. I felt it being wrapped by the tissues of her tight canal, accepting me, welcoming me into her.

My knob was being compressed by the tightness of her fuck tunnel and scraped its way along it. Jill gasped as I entered her, and she didn’t tense or try to pull away, so it must have been ok for her.

“Oh fuck!” she whispered, you’re filling me up! Oh that feels so fucking good!”

While I loved the sentiment, I really didn’t appreciate that kind of language from my fourteen year old daughter. But then, I am a fucking hypocrite. Here I am, fucking her and complaining about her language? In what way does that make sense?

I pushed all the way in, until I felt a little bump at the end of my dick. I really don’t have a big dick so I have no idea what I had touched, but whatever it was, Jill shivered in delight, cooing her pleasure. Fuck, I love her, really, but this, this is just fantastic. I have my cock buried deep inside my daughter so I am not just loving her, I am showing my love in another, far deeper way. I show her all the things a father should, and I try to be a good father, but this just takes it to a whole new level, addin a huge dimension.

From then on it was how long can I fuck her without cumming? Being so tight and so wrapped around my cock, I didn’t think I was going too last long. I couldn’t reach down and play with her clit as I was poking her pussy, but I really wanted her to cum with my cock inside her. Then I remembered a little trick I got from Annemarie. No idea if it will work for Jill, but, never know.

I pulled out and then eased back in, and tried to arch my back so I was actually tickling her clit with my pubes and then a light touch, compress it, then off again. Annemarie loves this, not all the time, but occasionally it is good fun for her. Every time I thrust in, I would touch her, not too slowly, but with a regularity that the body comes to expect. I noted that as I compressed her clit, she would give a little upward jerk, rubbing it on my pubes, guess I was in the right spot. I kept this rythm going as she hummed and cooed, then she caught me a little behind as she wanted to speed up. Het thrusting upwards grew more and more frenetic and my thrusting into her was getting stronger and harder.

“I’mm cumming, cuuumming cum—-urgh” Jill pushed her hands into the matress looking for any leverage she could find as she thrust upward and gasped a spasm, not a big muscle snap, but a strong one none-the-less. I felt the muscles of her vagina grab my cock and squeeze, sucking at it, demanding its contents and it was only too happy to oblige.

Without a word, I felt my balls jump and the wave of pleasure wracked my entire body. Twice, three times I shot my load of precious juices into her. I went from a tight grabbing cunt to an oil slick and my cock was just sliding in and out with hardly any friction. Fuck that was a great feeling!

My heart was heaving and my lungs burning, I didn’t realize I had been pumping so much energy into fucking Jill. Got lost in the pleasure. I eased my arms out from under her knees, then as my cock fell out of her, I fell off to one side of her, gasping for air. I felt her too, resting, taking breath,

“That..was…fucking…incredible!” Jill said. “I…never…thought…”

I just gasped, couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move in the afterglow of some serious fucking.

I felt Jill moving, I saw some flesh and it looked like an ass. I felt something soft and warm and moist around my cock, and realised that it was Jill, sucking my dick. It was covered in her cum and my semen, our combined cum. I felt her lips and tongue, curling around and teasing my cock. I saw a leg pass over my face and then a slit appeared lowering itself onto my mouth.

If I had the strength, I probably would have pushed her off, but I didn’t, and as she landed, I put my tongue out and started lapping at that cream pie. Mmmm not too bad, my cum mixed with hers. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and made sure she counldn’t move while I lapped at her cream covered labia, I sucked at her love hole and licked her clit.

I felt her starting to pump up and down on my cock, and while it had been going down, it was not going back up again. I couldn’t believe it! That had not happened to me for decades, in fact, I think it was Sandra that this last happened with. My best day ever was laced with Viagra, Annemarie’s fourteenth birthday party, and even then there were breaks for an hour or so between each fuck. But then, I had never been offered my own cum before either.

I thought that it would be like eating snot or something. But it was actually a little bland, and really, girls eat cum all the time, so maybe, why not? Besides, I had just had a fuck worthy of remembering forever, poems should be written about it, like:

Against the prudes and prigs so rude
Fought Peter on many a night and day,
Where many virgins here he seduced,
In defense of the Sex and Porno way;
After his daughter Jill he did drill fast,
He ate his own cream pie at last.

With full apologies to Anonymous, who wrote St George and the Dragon. (My own suspicion here, by the way, is that Anonymous is really Cain, you know, of Cain and Abel, the world’s first murderer, God’s curse thing. That would explain why Anonymous has been around for so long.)

I ran my tongue around her pussy, inside it, catching all the stray bits of semen that seemed to be everywhere. I felt my cock harden even more and I increased my licking of Jill’s sodden quim. Fuck, she is good, where dod she get this kind of skill? Was there something she wasn’t telling me? I didn’t worry about that right then, just concentrated on pleasuring her.

I licked and lapped, poked and prodded, gummed and nipped her folds of pussy lips, her clit and her love tunnel. She started shivering again as her sweet ministrations to my prong stopped. Again that tiny spasm followed by another and another, and I just kept licking. I felt her collapse on top of me, then she lifted off, all the time with my cock in her mouth. She started sucking again and it wasn’t long before I felt another cum, it wasn’t big, but I think I managed to shoot a little fluid into her mouth. She slurped a little and lifting her mouth off it, she kissed and caressed it, making those tiny cooing noises.

I felt her movig around, and saw her face come into focus. She kissed me ad lay her head on my chest. “I don’t know why the fuck I put this off for so long, Dad. That was the best ever sex.” I know it was excellent for me, so I agreed and hugged her.

“Worn out now, time for some sleep,” she said, andI agreed with that too.

I slept well for the next few hours, then woke as Jill started thrashing around in her sleep. Typical teenage thing I had seen it with Rachel too. Annemarie assured me this was normal for teenagers, but it is still a little unsettling watching it.

Jill ended up on her back, with the duvet mostly off, so I had a good look at her naked body in the very dim light of the bedroom. Her tits are not large, but a bit more than 34A, maybe a B, and still forming. Her nipples are a deep pinky-brownish color, and stick out when aroused. She has a flat stomach, lying down, but when standing it is a nicely shaped bump, not saggy at all, just a little round. She has a dark triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair, which was surprising when her shoulder length hair is a very dark blonde, well, not blond, but not brown either, somewhere in between.

I had to touch her, so I ran my hand over her body, in the hope of creating a very erotic sensation in her. She kind of flinched at my first touch, but then as I was as soft as I could be, she accepted it, even when I ran my fingers over her nipples. They reponded beautifully, standing proud from the surrounding flesh. I ran my hand down her body and began stroking her clit. It was already half aroused when I got there and when I touched it, she gasped at the feeling.

I started masturbating her, touching her clit and listening to her more frequent gasps as I caressed the most sensitive part of her body.

“Ohhh yes, Daddy, keep doing it,” she said as she woke, “Finger fuck me!”

She began shivering and shaking again, then let out a huge sigh, a gasp, and flopped back onto the mattress. Obviously my horn was again rampant, so Jill rolled over a bit, took it in her hand and started to gently stroke it. I gave her some gentle tips on how to do it, clearly she had never tugged a guy before. So where did she learn to suck cock? Oh, of course, Annemarie would have coached her with a dildo, or a banana, cucumber, zucchini or similar. Nothing like a good education and an excellent teacher.

Her hand ran up and down my cock and she made sure she would get plenty of lubrication on it. Any dribble of pre-cum was taken on th eup stroke, and distributed on the down stroke, and she started getting a real rythym going, which felt great. She kept this up and I told her when I was getting closer, and she just dove onto my cock with her mouth. I came in larger amounts then and she sucked it all in.

She was cuddled into me again, her breath cum flavored, her breathing slowing as she fell asleep again. I held her, kissed her, told her I loved her and drifted into that little death called sleep.

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