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In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.

Day Twelve: Tender, Service and Care Sarah’s return to work was graced with a return of her favourite customer, his name was Milo Drake. Milo was a man aged in his late 20s, he was extremely wealthy and would pay for two hours of her time. He would talk about his late father, his sisters and his sweet mother. He would tell jokes and give her an extra 20. He asked about the new piercings and even gave her advice. This evening was no different, Milo arranged for two hours and a room with no cameras. Sarah was glad to have him, she was happy to listen to him talk. Milo was also the only one that paid for the full service but told her to keep the panties on. While Sarah worked, she pretended she didn’t have a husband, but knew her boundaries, she never actually did anything that wasn’t approved by Steve. Today Milo surprised her. “One of my sister’s got divorced, she finally left him, she wasn’t safe with him, I saw the bruises, I wished I knew sooner, I would have hit him so bad, he

What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.

(Direct continuation of Part 9) I sat down nervously. Vanessa took my mom's comfy desk chair and wheeled it so she was close to me. "So," she said. I let my hands lift and fall on my legs. "So." She crossed her legs and put on this thoughtful, inquisitive face. "What's it like having the world's greatest detective for a mom?" "Uh," I said. "It's good. A little inconvenient sometimes." "A little!" she said. "Sounds like it's more than a little. Tell me about Cheryl Growski." "Oh...she's...uh.... a little crazy." "She kidnapped you." "Yep." "There you were. Tied up. Gagged." Her voice got intense, like she was narrating an audiobook. "Helpless in the clutches of a desperate woman." I sighed. I wasn't ready for this kind of thing. Not so early in the morning. Not after what had happened yesterday. "Walk me through that, Brian," Vanessa said, her eyebrows squeezed down, close to her eyes. "Uhhh..." I managed. "You must have feared for your very life." I nodded, the memories

(Based off of an obscure game called Kingdoms and Castles. Witches in the game demand materials in return for spells and stuff) A big heave and then a big drop. Followed by a trotting away. The immortal yet beautiful witch leaves her small hut to be greeted by a load of foods. Breads, porks, fish, apples and even dragon meat. All there for her. Just a year ago the King of the realm had made a deal with the witch that said if the king gave her a large amount of food, the witch would provide magical protection to his land. He had held up his part of the deal, and so did she. She rose her hands up high and out came powerful green magics that dispersed in to the clouds. She got to work stewing the food up. Hurriedly she prepared the meal, before awaiting the recipient. The witch had been stuck in a long term deal of her own, having to prepare food for a powerful dragon lest she wanted to be eaten. The witch sat patiently for the beast to come from the salty seas, twirling her silky long brown hair and flipping her hat. Hours past, long after the dragon was supposed to come. Yet she sits there bored. Finally the dragon arrives, but not how she has expects. Its corpse washes up on the shore, seemingly having died of old age. The witch pokes and prodes at the beast, waiting for it to stir. Yet it just rots in response. The lady cheers happily at the site of its corpse. She was no longer bound by the evil beast's deal and no longer lived in of it. But now she had a massive pot of magically tasty stew with no one to share it too. It was obviously expendable to the King, since he gave it to her. So the citizens of the Kingdom won't need it. The though of having it all to herself was pleasing. And she decided to take a pot. She tasted her work and instantly fell in love. The taste was perfect, heavenly and almost addicting. She quickly sculled down the bowl in her hands and went for a second. She slurped it down, sip by sip, until it was empty yet again. The witch hangered for another, her belly audibly sloshing. By her third bowl, it was starting to feel tight. In her desperation for more, the witch casted a spell right into her belly. Her stomach instantly let up, enough room for maybe the entire pot. Her eyes lit up as she realised she could go for a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. By her eleventh, her belly was swollen past that of a 9 month pregnant woman, swaying and wobbling like a balloon. She couldn't help but eat and eat it. The enormous weight was starting to way her down and she simply casted it off like it was nothing. The stew was barely even finished even after eleventh servings. The witch was enamoured by the taste, almost captured by it. Serving after serving, adding to the ocean within her. Her belly shook and rippled as she greedily chugged a bowl of it and shuddered as she sighed in relief after each one. Half way through the bowl, the witch had a midsection larger than a house. The ingredients over time had gathered close to the bottom, making it stronger the further she got through the meal. Now it gave off pure pleasure, sexual even. She moaned and groaned with each slurp and suck, enjoying it like the sex she never had. By the next day, she was a slob. An empty cauldron and a full witch laid next to eachother. The swollen witch laid pleasured, bitting her lip in arousal. She played and slapped her gigantic belly, moaning with each ripple. The witch was satisfied.

Backyard Bound BBQ “Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived.” Mark grinned as he parked the van next to his shop. Compared to Karen and Miranda, he lived at the other side of town. Like Karen, Mark owned a plot of land that had a ranch style house on it and a shop. It was not as big as Karen’s plot, but he did not have any nearby neighbors, so it did not really matter. “Hmmppffff.” He could hear more muffled sounds coming from the prisoners in the back of the van. The trip had taken almost 40 minutes, mostly due to a detour he had to make due to construction, and the prisoners had become more vocal the longer the trip lasted, although their gags did not allow for much noise. Tim got out on the passenger side and opened the sliding door that allowed access to the cargo area of the van. Three gagged faces looked relieved at him. “Undo the hogties and we’ll take them out back, I’ll fire up the barbeque.” Mark said. “I have some nice steaks in the fridge.” The twins got to work, first

activities are 18 or older I'm a 54 year old widower and empty nester. I lost my wife of 20 years to covid during the pandemic. My son 22 had followed my, my father's and his father's foot steps and was serving as a USAF Security Forces member in the UK, and my daughter 19 was finishing up her sophomore year of college. So I live alone in a large 4 bedroom house. My wife and I had been nudists from the start of our marriage and raised our children that way. When our son hit puberty, she asked me if it would be fine that when he turned 18, she took his virginity, and I agreed but only if our son agreed and that I could take our daughter's if she agreed when she hit 18. So when my daughter entered puberty, my wife sat her down and gave her "The birds & the bees" talk. Afterward, my wife told my daughter a few things. Afterward, my wife and daughter agreed upon a few things. 1. If she had any questions to come to her and ask. 2. She could date boys, maybe even kiss them, but they had to first come to the house and pass her father's muster. 3. Most importantly, her virginity belonged to her father, and he was going to collect it on her 18th birthday. June 2021 It was a few days before my daughter's 18th birthday, and I'd made arrangements for everyone to meet at her favorite restaurant the Saturday night before her birthday on Sunday. I desperately wished that my wife was with us to help her, but I'd lost her to the covid the year before. So I had to plan everything. Saturday rolls around. I get up a bit late (7:00 instead of 5:30). Fix breakfast and go knock on my daughter's door and tell her that breakfast is ready. She comes out of her room beaming and says excitedly, "Tomorrow's the big day, daddy," hugs me and kisses my cheek. We walk hand in hand, Daddy and his little girl to the dining room table and eat our breakfast. I tell her that I have to run a few errands before her party that night and hand her some cash telling her to go have a spa day. I suggest that she get a mani pedi, her hair done, and anything else that she can think of. She thanks me and, after breakfast, goes to call her friends and cousin (Stacy) and asks them all if they want to go have a spa day, and most of them say yes. Once my daughter is on her way, get dressed and head up to the mall in Asheville. As I'm walking to Victoria's Secret, I text her and ask what color of nail polish she is getting, and she texts back one hand half done in a deep ruby red color. I thank her for her input, but she texts back why, and I reply, "Reason." At Victoria's Secret, I pick out two sexy sets of lingerie that compliment her nails with the help of the sales staff. One just a bra & panties and the other a bra, panties, garter, stocking set with a matching robe. I get two pairs of open toed high heels, one a more conservative pair to match the first set, the other a pair of "stripper" stilettos to match the second set. I go buy her a nice dress to also match the first set. I stopped for a haircut, and to get a new sports jacket, pants, shirt & shoes to also compliment her dress. My final stop was by a wine shop to buy a couple of bottles of a nice sweet fruity red wine (honestly, wine was never my thing, and I bought what I liked). On the way home, I stopped at a car wash and washed the filthy beast that I called my truck. Once home, I hide the wine, the stripper heels, and the second negligee set in my closet and wait for my daughter's return with everything else boxed or bagged up for her on the table. When she returned, she models her nails, both fingers and toes, and her new hair do. Her makeup had already been applied her lips were the same deep ruby red as her nails. She was wearing eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner. I asked if she'd be able to refresh her makeup, and she jiggled a little bag and said, "Of course, Daddy. I sweep my hand over to the table, indicating her presents waiting for her, and say, "Happy birthday, baby girl." She goes over opens everything Saya that she loves it, then looking at the lingerie says, "naughty daddy, not until tomorrow." "That's for the party tonight, honey." So she gathered up her "loot" and headed to her bedroom to get changed. I went to my room to do the same. When she came out of her room, she was absolutely stunning. Her new dress accentuated the 34D/25/34 curves of her 5' 9" 123 lbs frame. I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture. I told her that I thought that she was gorgeous, and she did a little twirl. She then looked at me and said, "damn dad, you're handsome too." "Thanks hun" I responded and put my elbow out for her to grab, which she did. That evening, I opened every door for my little princess and helped her get into and out of my truck each time. We had a wonderful dinner with her friends and our family, and she was immensely embarrassed when the wait staff brought out her birthday cake and sang their birthday song to her. After dinner, I drove us home, and we chatted about the big day tomorrow. I told her that when we got home that she should go to bed as soon as she could and that I'd take care of tomorrow when the time was right. At the house, once I parked, I got out, ran around the truck, opened her door, and helped her down. As I did, she kissed me on the lips lovingly and thanked me for the clothes and for the wonderful evening. I walked her to the door and as I opened it she looked at me with tears in her eyes "Thanks dad I just wish that mom was here to see how wonderful a man you are," as she went broke down and cried. I embraced her, pulling her face into my chest, and patted her back, trying to comfort her. When she stopped crying, I stepped back and looked at her, bringing her chin up with the fore & middle finger of one hand, "You're mother knew what kind of man I was, Jess. Why do you think she married me?" And she laughed. I told her that I loved her and that it was time for her to go to bed, which she did. As my daughter (17F at the time her 18th birthday was the next day) went to bed, I (52M) started getting ready for the morrow. I first refilled my big water pitcher in the kitchen & retrieved 2 wine glasses and a wine bottle opener from the cabinet. I had been drinking water as if it had been going out of style since Friday afternoon, trying to make sure that I was well enough hydrated to complete my tasks on my daughter's special day. I got out her other presents, the complete negligee set, matching "stripper" heels, and wine. I put the wine in the "hotel/dorm room" refrigerator in my room. I broke out the candles and silk sheets that my wife bought for her daughter's 18th birthday the last year before she got sick. And a nice 18th birthday card that I'd bought my daughter a week ago. I wrote in the card: My dear daughter, Today, you become a woman. I shall take from you the last of your childhood. However, in return, I shall gift "Daddy's little girl" a token of womanhood so that she may "Smell like mommy for daddy." Know this, you are now, always have been and always shall be "Daddy's little girl." My love for you shall never diminish. Love Dad Ps. I told you that what was on the table was for last night. Put these on and come to my room at 8:00 sharp. Don't knock, the door's open, and I'm expecting you I finally refilled the pitcher and then went to bed. Having consumed several gallons of water the previous day and a half, I had to get up several times to use the bathroom. On one such trip very early in the morning (12:00 something), I eased through the house and deposited my other presents by my daughter's door. Making sure that the card was on top under the last bottle of her mother's favorite perfume that I had (because as a little girl, she always wanted to "smell like mommy for daddy"). I then went back to bed. I awoke at my usual 5:30, I straightened my room and replaced the bed sheets with the silk sheets and set the candles up around the room but waited until to the last minute to light. While I washed the old sheets, I fixed a continental breakfast. I staged it on her mother's desk in my room with an opened bottle of chilled wine and the two wine glasses. I shaved, took a shower, put on some cologne, and waited for 8:00 in an easy chair in my room. 8:00 Jessica's 18th birthday My bedroom door slowly opens, the motion of the opening sucking the air behind Jessica forward and into the room. The intoxicating scent of her mother's perfume expertly placed upon her nubile young body awakens my manhood. She stood there for a moment, and I took in the sight of my 18 year old daughter wearing the negligee set that I'd picked out for her. I noticed that she'd left the robe open, allowing me to see how well the bra, panties, garter, and stockings all accentuated the 34D/25/34 curves of her 5' 9" 123 lbs frame. She looked better than the dress of the night before, so I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture again. Her makeup fit the color to a "T." I'd thought that she was stunning the night before, but the way that she looked at that moment could only be described as heavenly. I watched as she sexily walked into the room. When she was about a third way into the room, I stood up, looked at her, and said, "You look absolutely ravishing, dear." To which she responded, "Do you promise daddy? " I smiled, said l, "Yes I do," and turned to the breakfast bar hearing her say,"Oooh. Daddy, in a sultry voice. I retrieved the wine glass and poured us both half a glass. I handed one to her, and she looked at it quizzically. "My dear, as your father, I approve of your having a bit of wine on special occasions, and this my dear daughter is such an occasion." I clicked my glass to hers and toasted "to your childhood, may you forever remember it, and how you lost it with happiness and joy." And we each took a sip. I then took the glass from her and, in the process, smelled her wrist and the drop of her mother's perfume there. I placed both on the desk, turned back to her, and stepped into her, and we embraced. The "stripper" heels that she was wearing put her 5' 9" frame eye to eye with my 6' 2" frame. I could feel the silky material of her lingerie against my skin. It and the smell of the perfume on her neck and throat drove me wild. I looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you, my baby girl," and kissed her. The kiss while still loving it wasn't like the night before. There was more lust and want in it. I moved from her lip to her ears, neck, and throat. She said that she loved me too. While I could do to her just about anything that I wanted, at that moment, I just d wanted to keep kissing and holding her. In the back of my mind was a tiny little voice that sounded like my late wife, and it said, "Take your time with her dear, you have all day." I (52M) stood there, holding my daughter (18F) close to my chest. I held my left hand firmly on the small of her back and my right between her shoulder blades and right on top of her bra clasp. I was kissing, biting, and tonguing her lips, ears, neck, and throat. When I kissed her lips, she moaned into my kiss. When my mouth was elsewhere, she'd say, "Oh daddy," "I like that daddy," "Oh god, daddy, I'm so wet." While I could do to her just about anything that I wanted, at that moment, I just wanted to keep kissing and holding her. In the back of my mind was a tiny little voice that sounded like my late wife, and it said, "Take your time with her dear, you have all day." As I held and kissed her, I wanted to show her what a good man, a patient man, a loving man would do for her. I wanted her to know the love that a "REAL" man would show her. Show her the kind of man that her mother wanted and had. Somewhere in the back of my mind whispered that same little voice of my late wife, "That's it dear, ruin her for any other man, spoil her to the point that no other man can compare to you." I don't know how long we kissed. "Daddy... Oh god, daddy," she finally said, panting, "I'm so wet, daddy... I can feel my juices running down my thighs, Daddy... Please, Daddy, can we do it now?" Looking her in the eye, " We've a long way to go, baby girl, and all day to do it." At that point, I pinched her bra clasp and released her beautiful breasts. I brought both hands up to her shoulders and dropped her robe off of them, and pulled her bra off as well. I took a step back, still holding her bra, and took in the beautiful sight of her breasts. Granted, I'd seen them every day for her whole life, but at that moment, it was like I was seeing them for the first time. They were perfect "D" cups with 2-3" diameter medium tan areolas and very erect nipples."Baby girl, your breasts are absolutely gorgeous," I said. "Thanks, Daddy." I stepped back in embrace and kissed her because I wanted to feel those beautiful bare breasts against my bare chest. That time, we French kissed when I broke the kiss, I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. I looked her in the eyes and told her that I wanted her to sit on the edge of the bed and lay back. Before I went any further, I pulled out my cell phone and snapped her picture for a third time. "Daddy, why do you keep taking my picture," she asked. I looked at her, smiled at her, and asked, "Where is your phone, Jess?" "In my room, Daddy." "Good, girl Jess," I said as I scrolled through my photo albums, until I found the one that I was looking for, and sent it to her phone, "The answer is currently in your in box Jess, and you can find out later today." I then laid next to her and started kissing her again. After a while, I started kissing my way down her body, stopping first to kiss, suck, nibble on, and play with her delightful breasts and nipples. As I did, I both smelled and tasted a drop of perfume between her wonderful breasts. It was intensely pleasant for me to listen to her moans and the occasional "Please daddy, im soaking wet down there," "Please daddy, I'm really ready daddy" as I orally worshiped her breasts. Wherever I wasn't kissing, licking, or sucking on her breasts I'd look up at her and say in response to her pleading "I don't think that daddy's little girl is ready yet," "That's not part of the plan yet honey," "have I told you how beautiful you are this morning baby girl?" When I thought I'd spent enough time on her gorgeous breasts, I started kissing my further south. She realized where I was going and she sat up and said,"Oh no, daddy, you don't need to do that," she said, touching the crotch of her panties with three fingers of her right hand. "I'm so fucking wet right now, daddy" she continued retrieving a dollop of her feminine juices and bringing it up for me to see. I gently took her hand and placed the wet fingers in my mouth, and tasted my daughter for the very first time. "You're absolutely delicious, baby girl, I'm definitely on the right track." "You think so, Daddy," she asked? I smile at her as I reached down and touched her virgin pussy for the first time, and got a bit of her cream on my fingers, "Taste it for yourself," as I put those fingers in her open mouth. "Oh god, Daddy, I do taste good." I kissed my way down her abdomen to her navel and started tonguing it and her piercing there. She just looked down at me and just moaned. I didn't spend a lot of time playing with her navel piercing before I worked my way down to her sopping wet virgin pussy. I got off of the bed and knelt on the floor between her knees. I reached up and grabbed the waist band of her panties and started pulling them off of her hips. She instinctively raised her hips to allow me to remove them. I eased them down her thighs and off of her calves and feet. I put them to my nose and inhaled the musky scent of my daughter's virgin pussy. They were so wet that a crazy idea occurred to me. "Jess baby, watch this," and I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and wrung out her panties in my mouth. "Oh my God daddy that was so fucking hot," she said, "Please eat my pretty little kitty daddy." "I knew that you'd eventually come around." I tossed her panties aside, moved in closer to her, beautiful untouched vagina. I placed her thighs on my shoulders and looked at her love juices covering her thighs, and I proceeded to lick them clean. Her eyes got big, as I did so. I (52M) moved in closer to her (18F), beautiful untouched vagina, inhaling her wonderful musky scent. I placed her thighs on my shoulders and looked at her love juices covering her thighs and soaking her stockings. As I proceeded to lick her thighs and suck her juicesoutvof her stockings, her eyes got big, and she started to moan. I licked both thighs, groin creases, her outer lips, and finally, her outer lips, and she was very vocal during the process. Once, I'd cleaned up all of her delicious salty and creamy juices, I reached up and parted her outer lips. The sight of the inner portions of my daughter's vagina was beautiful, and I could see her intact hymen inside of her opening. My first lick was from her tight little anus to her clitoris. As I said before, she tasted heavenly, and her response was even more vocal. I kissed, licked, sucked, and tongue fucked her beautiful slit. I alternated working on her clit, vaginal opening, and her tight little butt hole. It wasn't long before she said that she was cumming (I honestly thought that she'd been on the edge for a while and me starting to pay attention to her vagina sent her over the edge). I eagerly lapped up her cum as she did. I continued what I was doing, and she soon had a second orgasm, more I intense than the first. She grabbed the back of my head and held my face against her pussy. Her reactions to her third, fourth, and fifth orgasms got more intense each time until, on her fifth, she was squeezing my head with her thighs. She'd been vocal the entire time, but during the fifth orgasm she screamed, "Daddy, please. Oh God, Daddy. PLLEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEEEE FUUCCCKKKK MMEEEE DDAAADDDDDYYYYYY!" With her body still spasming in post orgasmic bliss, I removed her thighs from my shoulders and got up off of the floor. Turned to where the wine glasses were, picked them up, poured them both into one, set the empty one down, and turned back to Jessica, who was laying on her back breathing heavily with her eyes closed. "Jess," I said, "Please drink this." "Drink what, Daddy?" "This," I said, offering the full glass of wine. She sat up and asked "Thanks daddy, but why," while taking the offering? I picked up my favorite strawberry & vanilla edible lube from the nightstand and squirted a good measure in my hand and simply responded with, "It's time." She looked at me with a smile then at the glass, and her expression changed to one of confusion. "Baby girl, what's about to happen will hurt. It may be more bearable with that in your system. So drink it all down," I said while lubricating my rigid manhood with the lube. She looked again at the glass and again at me with a smile on her face, drank the wine, and placed the glass on the nightstand with the lube. "Now baby, I want you to move over to the middle of the bed and spread your legs a bit?" As she moved, I got into the bed with her and positioned myself between her legs. I leaned over her, looked her in the eye, and said, "Jessica, I love you so much. You'll never know how much," and I leaned in and lovingly kissed her." She eagerly returned my kiss, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me down into an embrace. As we kissed, I reached down and placed the head of my well lubricated & erect penis at the opening of her virgin vagina and eased it inside until I felt resistance. She broke the kiss wide-eyed and said, "Ooh." I repositioned to an angle with better leverage and looked my darling daughter in the eyes and said,"Jess baby, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you." "Is there an easy way, Daddy?" "I'm sorry baby, but the only way that I can think of is to just push straight in. You know baby, in life there are somethings that you can't take baby steps at, and have to just make a leap into, and this is one of them." She had a concerned look on her face. "Baby, I have an idea about how I may share in your pain." This piqued her interest. "Place both of your hands between my arms and body, and when you're in pain, dig your nails into my back." "But daddy, I'll hurt you," she said with genuine concern. "Don't worry about me baby your dad's tough enough to take it. Finally, baby, I'm going to need you to take a few deep breaths and relax." "Okay daddy, I'll do that," she said as she followed my instructions. Once her arms were around my body, I looked her in the eyes again and said, "I love you, Jessica." "I love you too, Daddy." I leaned in gave her a loving kiss and thrust my manhood deeply into her. She moaned into my kiss and dug her nails deeply into my back. I rested there my full length in my daughter's freshly deflowered pussy. I broke the kiss, leaned back, and looked Jess in the eyes again and said, "I'm going to wait until you tell me to start before I start moving, baby." "Thanks daddy," she said through gritted teeth and with a pained look on her face, "just give me a minute." I leaned in and kissed her and wanted on her to give the go ahead. I (52M) was in a modified "Leaning Rest" position over my daughter (18F). I was watching her breathing deeply. My erect manhood was firmly ensconced inside her newly de-flowered womanhood. I had just thrust it in and was awaiting her to tell me to continue making love to her. She had her eyes closed and was breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. For some reason, I found her breathing attractive. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Please begin, Daddy." "Okay baby," I said as I slowly started pumping into her. Like an enginge's crankshaft and piston, I pumped in, to the left and pulled out to the right. Looking her in the eyes, I said, "Oh, baby, you're so tight." "Daaaddy, I waaaas ahhh vigin until just ahhhh few minutes aaaagoooo. God daaaddy, you're sooooo biiig," she moaned. I increased my pace, and she moaned some more. She soon moaned, "Oooh daaaddyyy, thaaat feeeels sooo gooood, pleeeaaaseee doooon't stoooop." I could feel her vagina start to spasm, and she moaned, "Ooooh fuuuck, daaaddyyy, I'mmmm cummmming." As she came, she rolled her head back, taking the weight of her upper body on her head and neck, her elbows rested on the bed, and her hands were widespread as the spasms of her first penis to vagina orgasm wracked her body. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful when you cum," I told her, as I continued making love to her, gradually increasing my pace until by her third time the room was filled with wet skin slapping wet skin. Her response was identical each time, and I told her how beautiful she was each time. Soon, she moaned, "Daaaaddyyy, I'mmm aaabooouut took cuuummm aaagaaiinn." Her spasms were getting to me, "Baby... I'm about to cum myself," I said. "I'mmm cuuummmming daaaddy," she moaned. "I am too, baby," I said as I ejaculated rope after rope of my semen deep into my daughter's vagina. Looking deeply into her eyes, I said, "I love you so much, Jessica," I pumped the last rope into her. "I love you too, Daddy," she responded with tears in her eyes. Returning to the leaning rest position, with my penis still inside her I asked her, "Why the tears, baby," reaching up to wipe a tear from her eye?. "I'm just so happy daddy. Thank you so much." "You're welcome, baby," I said as I slid out of her and rolled over onto my side. I leaned in and passionately kissed her, then got up out of bed, retrieved my phone and snapped one photo of just her forst creampie and another of her laying in my bed wearing only her garter, stockings and heels. She looked at me and again asked, "What's with the photos, Daddy?" And snswered, "I'm sending them to your brother because your mother sent me, and I forwarded to you this morning the photos that your mother took when she took his virginity photos." She said, "Okayl." "Do you want me to send your photos to your brother." She thought about it and said, "i think that would be hot daddy." "Well baby, I have one more picture to take of you ,and I'll send him the whole group." What's tgat faddy?" "Your first facial." She giggled and said, "Cool." By this time, I'm a bit hungry and turn to the staged breakfast. Picked up a saucer, a blueberry bagel, and smear some butter on it while turning back to her, "Are you hungry, baby?" "Yes, I am dad, I'll have one of those, please?' I handed her the saucer and bagel, refilled her wine glass, and handed it back to her, too. I then made myself another and poured myself more wine as well. As I was about to sit down on the edge of the bed, I noticed the time on the alarm clock it was 10:00, and I smiled. As we ate, I looked at Jessica and asked, "You did take your birth control pills this morning?" "Yes, I did, Daddy. I've taken them every day like clockwork since mom took me to get them after our 'talk'." I smiled at her, "I love you, Jessica." "I love you too, Daddy." And we continued eating our breakfast. About an hour after Jessica and I ate, I got hard again, and we made love again. All told we made love five times that day, the last of which included my daughter's first facial. In the days that followed and even unto today when ever Jessica is home, we make love as often as we can. Her brother even joins in now whenever their both in town, but what initially happened between Jessica and Jr. is up for one of them to write about.

This is a work of fiction with just enough truthfulness to be believable. Anyone engaged in sexual activities is at least 18 years of age. I (37M) had come down from RAF Lakenheath the evening of Monday 18 September 2006 on a week and a hall's worth of leave to be with my family in Oxford for my eldest daughter's whose birthday was the next day. Since it had been a while, my wife, the mother of my 4 daughters Kate (61F), had gone to bed at 10:00 pm, so that we could have wild, passionate sex like we always did. We went to sleep, exhausted, spooning on our left sides around 11:00. I got woke up by a hand, gently caressing my hairy chest, and the feeling of bare breasts pressed against my back. Kate was in front of me, her head resting on my arm, and her fragrent gray hair in my face. The hand on my chest moved down to my rapidly hardening manhood. "Katie, what time is it," I asked, knowing it had to be my eldest daughter, the birthday girl. "It's 1:00, Daddy. I'm 18 now, and I want to have a taste of what mommy's been having." "Katie, honey," I said, "I remember what I told you last year after your mother and I told you and your sisters that she is my father's younger sister and my aunt, but if you wait until the weekend, your mother and I will make your first time with me special." "Do you promise, Daddy?" she asked, moving into my field of view. Seeing her bare and rather sizeable breasts for the first time, "Yes I do, and I'll pinky promise you that it will be special," I said holding up my right hand, pinky extended and curved. "Deal, daddy," she said, hooking my pinky with hers. "I love you, Daddy," she said as she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. "I love you too, Katie." And with that, she was out the door. As the door clicked shut, "You know that you could have taken her right now," chimed in Kate. "I didn't know that you were awake," I said. "I woke up at about the same time that you did," she said, "but I wholeheartedly approve of what you told our dear Katie." "It's hard to imagine that this weekend I'm going to fill my beautiful eldest daughter's pussy up with my cock and semen." "I know Karl isn't it wonderful." "I guess it is," I said leaning in and kissing Kate where her neck and shoulder meet. I reached up with my left hand to start playing with her right breast, while I ran my right hand down her body and started playing in her pubic hair. "What do you think you're doing, Karl?" she moaned. "You know full well what I'm doing Kate, can't you feel the erection that our dearest daughter Katie gave me," I said, rubbing it in her ass. "Our daughter gave you that," she asked between moans? "Yes, she did. Now I'm going to give it to you," I said as I slid my erection into her pussy still slick from our last love making session several hours before, and slowly started pumping it into and out of her. While I made love with my wife I whispered into her ear between nibbles, kisses, and kicks on her shoulder, neck, and ear. "Aunt Kate, did you ever think that we'd be here that first time that we made love at Grandma's house?" "Aunt Kate, you haven't called me that in years." "Not since our 'little' Katie was just a clump of rapidly growing and dividing cells attached to your uterine wall." "Always with the clinical talk. Are you sure you're a cop and not a medic?" "I like the clinical talk. While accurate and proper, it somehow sounds dirtier." She laughed and said, "I love you, Nephew. You've given me four gorgeous and intelligent daughters and made me the happiest woman alive these past 18 years." "I love you too Kate." "Karl," she asked, a worried tone in her voice, "how far do you plan on taking our incestuous family?" "Only as far as you and the girls let me." "Well, one daughter seems ready to let you take her, I'm not certain about the other three." "They have a lot of time to make up their minds," I said, the twins will be 16 in November and Karsyn 14 in December. So that's two and four years respectively. A whole lot of time to decide for or against, several times over." "What about granddaughters," she asked? "That's a question that will have to be answered in over 18 years." As the conversation went on, I continued to slowly pump into and out of my wife while playing with her right breast with my left hand and her clitoris with my right. Kate had five low intensity orgasms before I sprayed her insides with my semen. When I was done, I remained inside her, still kissing and fondling her until I fell out. I don't remember what time we both fell back to sleep, but we remained in the spooning position. For Katie's birthday celebration, they we caught the train to London. We had a nice dinner out as a family (the six of us, Kate, Katie, Karla, Karen, Karsyn, and I) at a moderately fancy French restaurant. Kate, Katie, and I all had wine with our meals, but Karla, Karen, and Karsyn all had grape juice with theirs. After dinner, we took in a play in London's west end. Afterward, we boarded the back to Oxford. Katie thanked her mother, and I immensely for her birthday dinner and a show, and said that we were already making her Saturday night a "special night. Saturday rolls around, after breakfast that morning, Kate takes Katie on a spa and shopping day. The other three protested, and I told them all that their mother and I were making the day special for Katie, and that they each would get the exact same treatment on their 18th birthdays, if they chose to do so. While they were gone, I had the other girls help me strip their mother's and my king-sized bed, and I remade it with new silk sheets. Late that afternoon, at around 4:00, Kate and Katie come home with various bags of things and bags of groceries. Kate goes to the kitchen with the groceries and starts dinner, while Katie goes directly to her room with her bags. I give the other three money to go out to eat, and go watch the new "Pirates of the Caribbean" film and go to my room, shave real close, shower, splash on some after shave, and wait for Kate and Katie nude on my bed. I (37M) had shaved closely, showered, and splashed on aftershave. I was nude save for a bath robe that Kate had handed me prior to coming into my room. So I sat there patiently waiting on my bed for my wife Kate (61F) and daughter Katie(18F). After a bit, Kate and Katie came in. They had matching hair styles (although Katie's hair was curlier and blonder than her mother's silver-gray tresses), they were also wearing matching mid thigh silk robes, stockings, and high heels, albeit in different colors. Kate was wearing black that accentuated her hair color, and Katie was wearing a shade of red that radiated heat and in no small portion unbridled lust. The odd thing was that while wearing black, Kate's nails were red, and Katie's were black. Kate smiled at me and said, "Dinner is severed in the dining room." "Now, please allow me to escort you to dinner, Daddy," said Katie, stepping forward. "Who's special night is this Katie, yours or mine?" "Mine, of course, Daddy. It's just mom, and I discussed it, and this is how I want it." "Fair enough, Hon, then lead the way," I said as I put my arm out, and my gorgeous 18 year old little girl led me down the hallway to the dining room. In the dining room, the table was set for three with silverware and wine glasses. Kate said that she would serve our neal, but asked me to open and pour up the wine. Our first course was clips and guacamole and chips, then borscht, followed by a salad covered with sliced strawberries, figs, beets, and pomegranate bits The fourth course was artichoke hearts, asparagus, and raw oysters on a half shell, and the desert was baklava drizzled with chocolate and honey. The meal was filling, but I wasn't stuffed. Looking at Kate, "Weren't each of those foods supposed to be aphrodisiacs?" "Yes dear, they were," said Kate. "With what our daughter has planned, you're going to be happy thay you ate all of that, dear." After dinner, we all retired to Kate's and my bedroom, wine glasses in hand, and me bringing along the two extra bottles of wine and a cork screw. Earlier in the day, Kate had texted me what Katie wanted done initially after dinner. While I now knew that I didn't have the whole plan, I fully planned on honoring her wishes as I knew them. Once inside, I placed the extra bottles of wine on Kate's vanity along with the cork screw and my wine glass and turned to Kate. My wife untied my robe and dropped it to the floor, leaving me naked. She then kissed me and whispered into my ear, "Did you know that she's still a virgin?" I was looking directly at Katie when Kate told me that, and I guess that Katie knew what her mother had just told me because she blushed and shook her head yes. "So please go easy on her." Turning back to Kate, I kissed her and said, "I'll be as gentle as I can," and stepped up to my daughter. I made eye contact with Katie and slowly walked up to her. She tried to keep eye contact with me, but her eyes would wander all over my nude body, especially my erect 8-inch long manhood. Every time that she did, I'd snap my fingers loudly and make the eye to eye finger motion at her. In my peripheral vision, I saw Kate move around the room to my side of the bed, drop her robe, and pull down the covers. She then got in and moved to the middle of the bed. As I was keeping eye contact with Katie, I wasn't able to see exactly what she was wearing under her robe, but I knew that I soon would. I embraced Katie as I had her mother more times than I could count, never breaking eye contact with her, said, "I love you Katie, it is an honor for me to make you a woman tonight," and I kissed her deeply. She moaned into my kiss, and I kept at it for more than a minute, breathing through my nose. When I broke the kiss, she was out of breath and panting, I stole a glance up to Kate, and she smiled at me with an approving smile. I was able to look at her out fit for the first time. It was a sheer lacey bra and panties set with a matching garter belt. The lingerie left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and I abso-fucking-lutely loved it. With the experience of 18 years of marriage, I asked Kate, without words, just my eyes if Katie's matched hers. Kate simply nodded, "Yes." I resumed kissing my daughter, I kissed her luscious lips, her neck throat and shoulder. My hands are firmly placed on her upper and lower back, while hers are on my hairy chest. I'm making no moves to touch her erogenous zones because I honestly want her to offer herself to me. Another glance at Kate, she's removed her bra and moved to the edge of the bed and motioned me to back Katie up to the bed. I move my hands to Katie's hips and slowly back her towards the bed. Once there, Kate reaches around her daughter and unties her silk robe, reaches up, and lifts it off of her shoulders. As she does, I reposition my hands from outside to inside Katie's robe, but keep them on her hips. Kate drops the robe off of Katie's arms and tosses it across the bed to where hers was. I step back and admire my daughter's body in her sheer lace lingerie. I didn't really get a good look at anything other than shape and size on Tuesday morning, and I can clearly see her dark areolas peeking out from her bra, and whilst they're roughly the same size as her mother's, they're way darker. That and her breasts are definitely a size bigger in spite of her mother's had been (her age and three pregnancies had taken a toll on Kate's breasts and they sagged a great deal but that didn't stop me from playing with them every opportunity that i had), I said, "You're absolutely gorgeous, baby girl," I say, stepping back into her. "Any man would be lucky to be here with you, Katie," I whispered in her ear. " My heart is bursting with happiness that I'm the man that you love enough to give your most precious gift to," I finished with tears flowing down my face. Kate, seeing my tears, embraces us both from behind and starts kissing her daughter's neck and shoulder herself and whispers, "I love you too, Katie. I can't wait to see your father take you," and with that, Kate unclasped and removed her daughter's bra. With her bra removed by her own mother, I brought both of my hands up from Katie's hips to cup and fondled her breasts while flicking my thumbs across her nipples. While Kate pressed her breasts into Katie's back and caressed her daughter from behind. With what we were doing to her, Katie moaned, "Daddy, wouid you please lick my pussy?" "I'd be delighted to Kateie," I whispered to her. Then, looking at Kate, I smiled and whispered, "Pull her onto the bed, babe. I think it's time to taste our little girl." I released Katie's breasts and started kissing my way down her body. I (37M) kissed my way down my daughter Katie's (18F) body, I sucked on each of her gorgeously erect nipples, just wanting a taste of her gorgeous breasts. "Please daddy," Katie pleads between moans of pleasure, "Please lick my pussy. Mommy says that you're really good at it." "Okay honey," I said, "I honestly can't wait to taste you anyway." I then continue my journey to my daughter's virgin vagina kissing and licking her body as I go. As I near her navel, she speaks up, "Daddy, mum and I got our navels pierced today, and we're both a bit sore there." "Really, Kate" I said to my wife, "You're 61 years old." "She wanted to one," Kate said with a mischievous smile, "and wanted it to be a mother daughter bonding thing, so I got one too." "Okay," I said, "that makes sense." "At least I talked her out of the nipple and clit piercings." "You wanted what," I asked Katie? "I wanted my nipples, clit and navel all pierced, but mum said that we should save those for when my sisters turn 18." And with that they both laughed. "What am I going to do with you two?" "Lick me daddy!" "Okay, I know when I'm beat," I said as I resumed my journey south. Once I'm kneeling between my daughter's thighs, I notice that she has leaked her arousal fluid down her thighs. "Kate," I say, "our little is so wet down here." "She is? How does she taste?" I lean in tentatively licking the fluid off of her legs, "She's delicious, Kate, almost as good as you. Her kisses taste good, too, by the way." As I then start licking her thighs in earnest, and she moans in pleasure. "Oh babe, her kisses do taste good," says Kate. So I glanced up from what I'm doing and saw Kate fondling Katie's breasts and kissing her. If I wasn't already hard, I'd be as hard as granite. Once her thighs were free of her delicious juices, I reached up and peeled her red panties off of her hips and butt, rolled them down her thighs, and finally removed them from her ankles. "Kate, try these," I say, tossing the warm and wet undergarment to my wife. I watch as Kate catches them, sniffs them, sorts them out, and sucks on the gusset of her daughter's panties. "Oh, honey, you're right she is delicious." Kate then leans in, kisses Katie's lips, then with a smile on her face shoves her own black panties (I never saw her remove them) in Katie's mouth. I smiled back at my wife thinking, "Kate's more perverted than I ever realized, I'm going to have to discuss that with her later." I then looked at my daughter's virgin vagina for the first time in years. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed (I preferred bush of some sort and was pleased), but her labia were waxed. I placed both of Katie's thighs on my shoulders and looked up at my daughter and said, "Katie, your vagina looks gorgeous, honey." I then leaned in and licked her entire slit, and she moaned through her mother's panties. I buried my face in my daughter's virgin vagina. As I fingered, kissed, licked, and sucked on my daughters nether regions, and she continued moaning through her mother's panties, the fact that I used to change her diapers wasn't lost on me. It was ironic, but back then, she was just daddy's little girl. Hell, she was still daddy's little girl, but now she was also daddy's little slut. As I ate Katie's pussy, I watched as Kate pulled her panties out of her daughter's mouth, and Katie said, "Bloody hell mum, you are absolutely delicious." "Thank you, honey," Kate responded, before she leaned over and locked our daughter in a passionate French kiss, that soon had both women moaning. Katie eventually came 4 times on my face while snogging with and fondling her own mother's breasts. After she came down from that fourth orgasm, with expert help from me, Katie asked breathlessly, "Please, Daddy, it's time to make me yours," "Okay Katie," I said "give your mother and I a minute to reposition?" Per-prior planning on our part, Kate disentangle herself from Katie stacked most of the pillows in the center of the bed and against the headboard. She sat open in the legged in front of them and leaned back into them. She put a single pillow in her lap and beckoned Katie to lay back on the pillow in her lap. "Katie, sweetheart, what your father is about to do to you is going to hurt. Grab.my hands and squeeze through the pain. Do you understand?" "Okay mum, I got it," and the two women interlocked their fingers, left hand to left hand and right to right. Once they were in position, I got up on the bed and maneuvered to Katie's feet, reached up, spread her legs apart, and moved up on my knees until I wascin the right position, and the head of my erect penis was pressing on, but not entering her virgin vagina. Looking at my daughter, I asked, "Katie, honey, are you ready?" She bit her lip, looked at me and at her mother, and said, "Yes Daddy I'm ready." My wife Kate (61F) was in the top center of my bed reclining on a pile of pillows against the headboard, while my daughter Katie (18F) laid between her mother's legs, her head resting on a pillow in her mother's lap. The two women were interlocking their fingers, and I (37M) was poised to thrust my erect manhood into my daughter's willing virgin vagina. Holding my cock, I positioned it at my daughter's vaginal entrance and rubbed the head through her vaginal fluids lubricating it. As I did, I obviously rubbed it against her clitoris and she moaned, "Please, Daddy, I'm ready." "Karl, today should be an ovulation day for her," Kate said. "Do you want Daddy to impregnate you, Katie," I asked.? "Yes, please Daddy I do." "You know what to do then," said Kate. "Okay," I said, nodding to Kate, I placed one hand on Katie's hip while holding my erection with the other eased into my little Katie until I felt resistance. I then moved the hand holding my penis to her other hip and thrust into her. As I did, she screamed out in pain while Kate held her hands. I rested for a bit, with my manhood completely inside of her, while Kate stroked her hair and soothed her. "Mum, daddy's fucking big, he's stretching me out so bloody much." "I know how big your daddy is baby. But he's not the biggest thing to ever be in my pussy." "What the fuck mum, did you shag a bloke bigger than daddy." Kate laughed, "Katie, honey, your daddy's is the biggest penis that I've ever had, but the biggest thing to ever go through my pussy was you 18 years ago." Katie laughed too but immediately complained about not making her laugh. Smiling at the banter between the two lovely ladies in bed with me, I asked, "Katie, are you ready for me to begin," "Yes, Daddy, please begin." "Take it easy on her Karl," said Kate. "I'll do my best," I said as I slowly started pumping into and out of my daughter's tight, recently deflowered pussy. As I gradually picked up the pace, as Katie started to moan, "Harder Daddy." While Kate started playing with her daughter's breasts and kissing her neck like I had done to her on so many occasions. When Katie moaned, "Deeper Daddy," I placed both of her legs over my shoulders and bent her in half. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of my scrotum slapping wetly against Katie's young rump and her vocally building up to an immensely powerful orgasm, which she announced by saying, "Oh, God Daaaddyy I'mmm fuuucckkkingg cuummmmiinnnggg." As she did, her vaginal muscles contracted, and I could feel them milking my manhood of its creamy filling, and it was too intense to hold back. "I am too, baby girl. Take daddy's semen and get pregnant," I said as I sent rope after rope of my semen into my daughter's warm, wet, and waiting womb. I kept Katie in that position for about 10 minutes to allow for my semen to work its way into her womb. The position allowed me to lovingly kiss both Katie and Kate, with lips still coated with Katie's cum. I said, "I love the two of you so much." Which started a round of "I love yous," amongst the three of us. We made small talk, and after 10 minutes, I climbed off of Katie, and Kate and I rearranged the pillows, and we both cuddled with our daughter. We made more small talk, kissed, and caressed her. It was HER day, and both of her parents were there to sexually satisfy her. One of the things that we discussed during our post coital small talk was to move Katie into our bed. She was to keep her out of season clothes in her room, but otherwise, move in with Kate. Kate and I discussed her experimantal lesbian experiences in college, which definitely intrigued Katie. Which led to their discussions of what they were going to do, which in turn led to me becoming hard again and taking my daughter again. The second time, I lasted through three of her orgasms. Throughout the rest of the day and until mid-morning, the next Katie and I made love every 90 minutes to 2 hours. I dumped around 10 loads of semen into her, and by Christmas, she was three months pregnant. All through her pregnancy, her mother made love to her every night, and I made love to her whatever I could. Katie delivered a healthy daughter that she named Kinsley Anne on 4 July 2007. I was late getting to the hospital and wasn't present for the birth. Kate, however, was there. It was ironic, Kate had held Katie's hands as the seed was implanted into her womb and was holding her daughter's hand as her grandbaby came out. When I got there, I got to witness Katie breastfeeding our daughter. After she was done, and there was no one but family in the room, she asked, "Want to hold our daughter, Daddy?" With tears in my eyes, "I certainly do, sweetheart," I said as I leaned in to take my youngest daughter in my arms. Kate said, "You'll need this hun," as she placed a burp rag on my shoulder. I held my daughter and cried. "Why are you crying, Daddy?" "I'm crying, sweetheart, because I didn't get to do this with you. I was overseas when you were born, and the first time that I ever held you was when I came home and you were 17 months old." I felt Kate hug me from behind and whisper, "I love you, you big old softy." Katie also had tears in her eyes when she said, "I love you too, Daddy." Then she giggled. "What's so funny," I asked her, patting Kinsley's back and trying to burp her. "I was just thinking about you, mum, and I all easing Kinsley into the 'family way of life' in 18 years." "Don't get ahead of yourself, big sis," piped in Karla. "We have a 'date' with Daddy and mum in a little over a year," finished Karen. "And I have one in a little over three years," said Karsyn, who up to that point seemed the least likely to join up in our "family way of life." I smiled, knowing that I had plenty of beautiful women to love, and who in turn loved me.

My wife and I really wanted to try something new this year. We have a standing tradition that we try new or different things over the holiday for Christmas and into new year. Well, I knew that this year was gonna be very different from the normal kinky onslaught of festivities in the bedroom. I just didn't expect that it would get as crazy as it did. I'm not complaining, like at all. I'm just a little overwhelmed by what my wife did. She bought a magic lamp, what I thought was gonna be a hoax. We exchanged gifts last night, Christmas eve per our tradition, and she gave me the lamp. I gave her a brand new milking machine because the one we've had was starting to wear out. She loves lactating and breastfeeding me, and I can't say that I'd want it any other way. All that actually changed last night, though. My wife was definitely happy with her new milker. The old one wasn't pumping as hard and the motor was getting really weak so she wasn't getting drained as much as she enjoys from the thing. But then, when I opened the gift she gave me, I was a little dumbfounded that it looked like an old oil lamp. Don't get me wrong, I like antiques but this was supposed to be a sexy, fun gift for both of us to enjoy. I looked at her a little sideways because she knew I'd been hoping that she'd have gotten something more practical for the bedroom. Y'know, like a strap on she could use on me, or one of those newfangled butt plugs that vibrates and provides just enough of a shock that it makes you clench up. Kind of like having a tens unit up your butt. She explained that this was supposed to be one of those genie lamps and helps to activate it by grabbing my hand and both of us rubbing it. I definitely didn't expect that a genie would actually come out, but one did. We were both stunned by the female genie that materialized in a puff of multicolored fog. This woman was fucking hot too. A bit bustier than my wife, raven black hair in a pony tail that hung down to her ass, brazed caramel color skin, and she was wearing a crop top and booty shorts. Which surprised us both. She introduced herself as Esmara and informed us that both of us would receive three wishes each, being that we both rubbed her out of her lamp. My wife was ecstatic and quickly hugged her, then was whispering something to her. I tried to hear what she was telling the genie, but she was being too quiet. So I was checking Esmara out, looking her body over. Oh my God she had one of those bubbled asses that you could bounce a nickel off of. Esmara had one hell of a body on her. Both of them were giggling as I scoured every inch of this genie's body visually. "I think I can accommodate that wish," Esmara said. Her middle eastern accent only lent to her exotic beauty, as she turned around and began kissing me. I almost pulled away from her, until my wife got behind me, pressing her tits into my back. My pajama pants were already becoming tented by my growing erection. "It's ok baby," my wife started, "Kiss her. Touch her. Play with her." Esmara was already pulling my hands from her hips to her ass as we continued kissing, while my wife was groping me. We'd talked about having a threesome for some time, but this was definitely a sexy shock that my wife would choose a genie to be the one we took to bed with us. Esmara's ass was exquisite in shape, size, firmness and then I felt her hands squeezing my ass. After a minute of being groped, front and back, Esmara began to stop kissing me. Then she turned me around to look at my wife. Who quickly got on her knees in front of me and yanked my bottoms down. Esmara peeked over my shoulder and gasped, "Oh my. You do have a nice one. I haven't seen one like yours in a long time." She took hold of my shaft as my wife was putting her hair up. "Uh, baby. Are you sure this is what you... hhhuuggnnnnn," I tried to ask just before I suddenly blew my load. Right on my wife's big tits. Granted that I thought my wife would look great with much bigger breasts than she had, which they were full e cups from repeated induction of lactation, mainly. "Watch," Esmara said in my ear as she pushed my head forward. As I looked at my wife, her tits covered in my cum, they began to slowly swell. My cum was being absorbed into them as she moaned in a very sexy way. Her nipples were rock hard and they were growing bigger with her tits. "Hard soldier needs huge tits to fuck. Full balls need to be drained. But we want that thick cock to grow long enough to stuff both of us full without losing potentcy," Esmara spoke softly in my ear. I groaned as Esmara squeezed the shaft of my 6 inch long, inch and three quarter thick dick. Then used it to beat my wife's nipples, before my wife caught it with her deepening cleavage. My dick felt like it was getting harder, but it also felt like it was stretching like one of those long balloons being blown up. "Oh fuck, fuck, shit," I moaned. Then Esmara grabbed my balls and gently fondled them. Rolling them softly in her fingers as she kissed my neck and nipped at me. My grape sized balls were suddenly growing along with my dick and it was really pleasurable. It really did resemble having them being blown up like balloons as my wife's warm, wet mouth encased my growing manhood. "Uh huh, big man," Esmara's sultry voice purred in my ear. "Your wife asked me to join you both on a journey of sexual exploration and I just couldn't say no," she explained. Then she was sucking, licking, and nibbling my ear as she rolled my nipples in her fingers. My wife was sucking me like a porn star, as usual, but this felt waayyy better than normal. My wedding tackle was growing, my wife was sucking me at a slow pace, Esmara continued her teasing. My wife suddenly stopped, then stood up, "Look honey." I looked at my wife, whose tits were now so much bigger. "Holy fuck. Look at those. Hhaahhh," I moaned as Esmara pulled at my nipples. My wife's tits had to be around an h cup in size, veins standing out against her skin. My jaw dropped open and my mouth began to water from just thinking about how much milk those massive melons would make. She stepped up to me, pushing her tits against me, "I take it that you like my newly added size? I really like how much you've grown but this is just the beginning baby." My dick and balls were still growing as I was throbbing hard and really starting to feel how big my balls were getting. I tried to reach down, but both of them stopped me. "Uh uh uh, that's not for you to play with. This," my wife squeezed my dick, "is for us to play with. Now be a good boy and lay down so we can have some fun, big boy." I was suddenly falling backwards onto the bed after my wife pushed me. "Woah," I said as I fell. Barely landing before Esmara was straddling me over my stomach. She was naked and I could feel how wet she was already. Her tits were now smaller than my wife's and they were fucking gorgeous. Dark areolae and nipples topping her ff cups, her nipples were nice and thick while barely long enough to suck on good. "So now I have a prince and a princess to serve. Would my prince like to try my wares?," Esmara said, cupping her nice tits. I slid my hands up her thighs to her hips, up her body to her breasts and squeezed. She moaned as I squeezed her nipples, and much to my surprise, they got longer as they stiffened. That's when I noticed that her tits felt fuller than what they should, and then tiny droplets formed on her nipples. "Oh, you're lactating too? Well, by all means, I think I should try your milk," I said. At the same time as Esmara began to bend over, my wife began sucking my enhanced cock. Which was now eight inches long and felt like it had stopped growing. I licked the first drop from Esmara's left nipple. It was sweet, like a date or a raisin, and I couldn't help latching on to her like a hungry child. Esmara moaned softly as I felt my wife wrap her now huge tits around me, continuing the blow job. I was soon rewarded with her swollen nipple and that sweet, very creamy milk filling my mouth. Her milk was so warm and wonderful as I groped her boob to help express her milk. I reached behind her with my free hand and cupped her ass as my wife squeezed her tits tight around my shaft. I moaned at that and Esmara hugged my head to her breast gasping in pleasure. Her milk squirting out of her like a fountain as I gulped it down, so hungry for it, like I would do to my wife. I slid my finger up the crack of Esmara's ass, eliciting another surprised gasp, and she wiggled on top of me. My wife's mouth left my dick, "I wonder if Esmara would like to ride my big man." Then my hand was batted away from Esmara's ass and she slid back. I felt my dick being handled and being used to tease Esmara's sex. She was literally dripping wet and slid down my shaft so easily, and God was she tight. "Uh huh. Now ride my husband until he pumps you full, you slutty genie. He can give you a baby, if that's possible," I heard my wife say. "Baby, what are you saying? Fuck. Ahhh, you're so fucking tight. You really want me to get her pregnant?," I couldn't believe this. Esmara felt like she was trying to suck my dick with me inside her. She began rolling her hips as she slid up and down my shaft, causing me to groan. My wife caressed my now huge balls, "I think it only fair to give this wonderful woman something to remember us by since we're going to get so much from her. Don't you think, baby? Just make sure you pump her pretty pussy full for her like my good little man," my wife said as she began to roll my left nipple in her fingers. I was already suckling Esmara again when my wife said this, and when she rolled my nipple, I couldn't help arching my back in such mind boggling pleasure. I sucked harder on Esmara's breast, causing her to squeal and moan as she picked up her pace. Bouncing faster and I could feel her squeezing with her inner muscles as she went up each time. "Yes. Yes, please. Give me babies. Both of you. I want both of you giving me babies," she moaned and she kissed my wife. She was even groping my wife's hige tit, my wife moaning into the kiss and the fondling of her huge breast. I finished Esmara's milk in her left tit and was holding her ass as I was getting close. My balls felt so fucking swollen and full. I looked at my wife, who was completely naked, I still had my pajama top on and it was unbuttoned, laying open. Part 1