In Colorado, it was October, and the temperature of the falling rain was just above freezing. Tom Leary’s favorite time of year has always been this one. He was glad to forget the terrible summer heat as it was now a distant memory.
He waited for the Keurig to fill his mug with coffee while he stood alone in the spacious kitchen of his country home. He leaned back against the marble edge of the counter and listened to it brew. The most recent collection of pictures that his wife, Callie, a five-foot, two-inch beauty whom he had married nearly two decades earlier, had pinned to the fridge caught his eye. These were their favorites, and they were privileged enough to see the pictures every day. During the summer and early fall, they had taken so many. The majority of the photos were group shots taken during the Learys’ time in Cabo, and a few were Callie and Tom taking selfies. However, the ones with his daughter Grace Marie and her best friend Gretchen set Tom’s heart racing. Since sixth grade, the two eighteen-year-olds had never been apart. He knew that they had always been pretty and popular, as he had learned. Tom had assumed that the two girls would eventually graduate from high school and go to college together. They ran together on weekday mornings, studied together on Sundays, and slept together most weekends, either here or at Gretchen’s parents’ house in the city.
Grace followed her mother’s lead: Blonde, short, fit, and beautiful, she has a smile that could win a heart and an a** you’d pay for. Tom had been delighted to see Grace adopt Callie’s style of tight jeans, short skirts, and thin dresses.
In one amusing photo, Grace is seen embracing Gretchen and pressing their forbidden soft protruding parts together; Under their tight shirts, their nipples were close to touching; Tom was unable to ignore this. Their toned abs’ smooth, tight skin had met, and their thighs had so gently and thoroughly dipped between each other in their short shorts; He couldn’t think of a man who wouldn’t find it sexual, of course. Gretchen and Grace’s breasts had once more come together in a beautiful squish in another photo, as Gretchen’s lips delicately kissed Grace’s cheek. Tom’s orgasms had nearly brought him to his knees when he had jacked off to the thought of both his gorgeous daughter and her beautiful friend, naked under a raining showerhead and locked in his arms, their sweet little pussies taking turns clenching around Daddy’s heavy, blood-choked cock. Although it was an innocent peck for a friend, the captured moment meant something else to Tom. It was something dark and twisted, a thing that was so vil If they would let him, he would fill them both up all night long as his pearl cream ran down their smooth legs and out of their lips and slits.
*** Tom took off his shirt and looked at himself on the vanity in the bedroom; A result of years working, his muscles flowed from his shoulders to his bi, tri, and pecs. Twenty-five years as a Denver Firefighter had built his muscles: carrying those he had saved down flights of stairs, up flights of lower-level stairs, through hallways, and lots while lugging hoses and ladders. He was aware of it, but more importantly, his wife, Callie, was aware of it. For someone who was nearly forty-five, he looked pretty good.
They never did the same sex act twice when they fucked, which was a rarity by design. Their passion seemed incomprehensible. They had discovered that treating sex as a luxury rather than a regular meal increased their appreciation tenfold. Because they knew what they were getting out of going to bed awake and resisting certain urges every night, the couple had no trouble doing so.
Tom’s socks and denim jeans came off next. He climbed into their bed in only his boxers and relaxed into the cool mattress as his body took in the stress of the day. Callie entered the bathroom, lowered her hair to her shoulders, and slid in next to Tom in a light blue nightdress that cupped her breasts, held her waist, and dangled its jiggly silk flounce off her ass. She washed the fabric over her creamy thighs like velvet waves. As Tom observed her graceful and seductive body bend, she reached for her nightstand. She turned off the lights, and Tom grabbed his enormous hard-on between his legs as he closed his eyes. He squeezed it because he wanted to ejaculate all over his pretty wife’s delicate, needy face right now.
Tom’s eyes opened when the light in the hallway outside Callie and Tom’s bedroom door turned on. He glanced at the time on the bedside clock: after that, at 12:02 a.m., I heard a floorboard creak. He moved his forty-five, which he kept in a drawer on his bedside table, over the grip.
“Grace?” He called, waiting to see if the next step was made by a man’s boot or his girl’s barefoot.
When Gretchen’s pretty eyes and half smile appeared from the doorway, he released the grip.
She entered the room and said, “Sorry if I woke you.”
He quickly exhaled with relief as he shook his head. It is fine. What’s happening? Are you ok?”
Tom got his first look at her pjs as she entered the room: cotton shorts and a small, tight t-shirt She wasn’t wearing a bra as usual, and her legs looked smooth. At this point, he prayed to God that his wife was somewhere else in the world.
Gretchen clearly lacked direction as she pressed her legs together and fidgeted with her fingers. She said, “I had a dream,” as she closed the bedroom door nearly to the jamb, blocking about 90% of the hallway’s light. She carefully sat on the mattress next to Tom before making her way to the bed.
“Was it a nightmare?” He inquired as he gazed into her stunning green eyes. “A nightmare?
Gretchen gave Mr. Leary a cautious look; He noticed that there was a concern or perhaps worry in her gaze. The experienced firefighter was good at reading a room or a situation, but she wasn’t so good at reading 18-year-old girls. She gave a head shake. It was a pleasant dream. It had to do with you. Tom’s dick was made to jump when she bit her lower lip just enough.
She got closer to him by scooting.
She guided his hand to her lap with her fingers. After watching her slightly spread her legs, she leaned back and put his hand in her shorts. When she pushed him down deeper, his fingertips traced over warm lips, soft hair, smooth skin, and wet flesh. As she continued to direct his movements, she deeply inhaled: opening her soaked skin in slow motions, gliding up and around her swollen clitoris with each pass.
Gretchen let Tom do the work by removing her hand from her shorts. She spread her legs as wide as she could while leaning into his shirtless upper half and pressing her sideboob against his arm’s defined muscles. They exchanged long, firm kisses. Tom could not be stopped now, not even by Callie’s wrath when she awoke, because this young woman had just thrown a wrench in the marriage’s gears.
As he pampered the teen, Tom inhaled the lavender scent of Gretchen. She kissed his upper arm and bare shoulder, and when she grabbed his penis, which was clearly larger than usual beneath his boxers, he almost ejaculated. He hadn’t felt a touch like this in a long time. Gretchen stood up in front of her new firefighter. She took off her shirt. His fingers slipped from her shorts as Tom stared at her pale, erect nipples, wondering if he was the only one who had. He pulled her in, held her at a slim waist, and sucked on her tit. His tongue massaged her breast, causing it to bulge in his mouth. While he took what he wanted, Gretchen intimately held him while she ran her fingers through his hair. Wishing he could taste and consume mouthfuls of her youthful milk, he moved to her other tit and sucked hard and tightly.
Tom took her shorts off her plump ass, down her thighs, and dropped them to the ground as he sucked. She was barefoot. Tom kissed Gretchen’s chest about a dozen times after stepping back from her breast; He took a whiff of her delicate scent as he licked her collarbone and across her shoulder. If they’d had time, he would have licked her from head to toe; She was a girl like that: flawless in every way possible. She yanked lightly at his underwear, however, until he lifted his weight a few inches off the mattress and she removed them, much to his delight. She leant forward and bit into his thick cock with just a hint of a cute but mean smile.
Gretchen’s lips tightened around the married man’s penis as her head dipped toward him. Her tongue vigorously swung back and forth, reaching down to his balls, and then circled the tip of the penis. Her teeth, as light as a feather, slid from the base, up the long shaft, and over the tip when she stood up. Along the way, they applied gentle pressure, making small, safe pecks to stimulate his cock and fill it up to its full size. The pretty girl thoroughly took him in compared to Callie. When Gretchen’s bright eyes locked onto Tom’s and he nearly swam in those pretty green eyes, she moaned, long and low, the cadence in her tone vibrating over his leaking head, causing beads of precum to push out and smear against her driving tongue. Tom reached down and held Gretchen’s face, his strong hands tight against her flawless, smooth complexion and tight against both luscious cheeks.
He watched as her movements caused her head to rise and fall. She held onto his inner thighs and stroked his balls with her fingers. The hints of her sucking, slurping her spit off his pulsating device – sounds he never suspected he’d hear from the young lady – caused her to appear to be a star, and when his tip slid profound and over and over jabbed at the rear of her mouth, she held it there, rapidly bouncing on it, utilizing her throat to manipulate the head; It was more than enough to make his body clench and cause a jolt and spurt in his dick. Tom poured a torrent of thick, white-hot semen into her mouth.
She sucked while swallowing and moaned soft whimpers as she tried so hard to eliminate everything. However, the workload increased to the point of chaos, and the sweetheart, despite her best efforts to keep up, was overcome as cum dripped from her lips and ran down her chin, chest, and tits.
Tom remained still on the edge of the bed and tried as hard as he could to slow down his breathing, which slowed down his frantic heartbeat. Even though Gretchen kept his cock in her mouth, it softened against her tongue and lips and continued to leak. After moving a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his hand stroked her cheek. She might be his excuse for a midlife crisis or crisis in progress. The truth was that Tom cherished Callie and Grace Marie, his job, and his life; He didn’t fear or despise getting older, and he felt quite accomplished with everything he had accomplished. However, as he stared down at the naked teen, her body tight, her lower back arched, and her plump asscheeks nearly spreading from her kneeling position, he realized that what he had was no longer sufficient: the car, the house, and occasionally having sex with his wife; He had been awoken by this cheerleader of five feet, two inches who frequently shared a locker and bed with his daughter.
Tom grabbed the girl by the shoulders and helped her stand after removing himself from the girl’s mouth. His dick entered the triangular space that existed between her thighs and vulva—her Toblerone tunnel—as he stood and delicately fucked it. As she used her fingers to gather up the excess cum on her chin and chest, he kissed her forehead and watched as she sucked the excess cum out of her mouth.
Tom, always mindful of his sleeping wife, made his way back onto the bed in small steps. He put his back against the sheets and put his head on the pillow without saying a word. Gretchen spread her legs around his hips as she climbed onto him. She leant forward until her breasts pressed against his exposed chest and her flat stomach pressed against his abs; They had a kiss.
With her wet cunt grinding, she dropped her lower half and put pressure on Tom’s dick, spreading her lips and filling his shaft with her body heat. Her velvety flesh wrapped around his penis and brushed the veins that ran its length as his cock moved down her twat.
He encountered her hymen before attempting to enter her. As he forcefully goaded his head against the delicate, yet firm cloak, she grasped at the aggravation, and when it extended, then, at that point, broke, dots of her blood streamed between them. He advanced. Over his hefty steak, her interiors appeared to melt. As he delicately and passionately fucked his beautiful virgin, Tom pumped himself deeply into her and held her tightly.
The firefighter’s cock bulked up as it fucked the soft, wet tissue within her, and it erupted, bursting with cum, shooting a powerful stream of semen that poured over her swollen, beaten cervix and flooded her cherry canal as Gretchen’s thighs were spread wide for Tom. Her pink cunt took his head deep, her titties bouncing with every thrust he gave. Tom went on from there; He kept pumping and cumming her until the young girl took three of his generous loads, which were illegal.
Tom whispered, “I never knew you wanted this.” Gretchen was laying on top of him, her weight on him, her legs spread out around him, and her hard cock was deep within. They did not move.
After giving him several kisses on the chest, she placed her chin on his collarbone. I needed to be cautious. I was unable to express my feelings for you to her.”
Tom looked at Gretchen with his head up off the pillow.
Gretchen whispered, “You know I’m not the only one who wants you.”
“What’s your point?” He pressed.
She gave a small grin and shook her head. I suppose I shouldn’t blame you for not knowing. Tom’s heart rate sped up. “She puts on a show when you’re around, so you won’t know… Please inform me.
“Your daughter has repeatedly stated that she wants her father to be between her legs. She even fantasizes about every position you could put her in and writes about it in her diary. When you’re around, she acts like your sweet girl, but she has problems, and you’re at the center of them.”
Gretchen let out the tiniest moan as a result of Tom clenching his cock inside the girl. He exhaled. I didn’t know.” Her cheeks were pulled up by his hands.
“Trust me, she’s a good actress,” “I love Grace more than anything on this Earth.” Tom was caught in Gretchen’s cunt.
Tom thought of his daughter, her radiant smile, her tender hugs, and her lips, tits, and abs. “I love her, too… more than anything,” he whispered in agreement, but he did so more to himself than to the girl. His dick ballooned as he drifted off into a land of naughty thoughts, opening Gretchen’s vagina and causing her to heavily moan into his neck as she wrapped her lips around him. After squeezing her flesh with his hands, he pushed her onto her back, towering over her and flexing his muscles as he held himself just a few inches from her body. He pumped his sex into her, pulled her head back from her opening, and then pushed himself in even deeper. Keeping her feet close to her face, Tom pulled her legs back with his forearms; He fucked Gretchen without thinking about his sleeping wife; he figured that if she awoke, he would also fuck her.
Grace’s name came out of his mouth as he exhaled from his burning, stretched cock. Gretchen was beaming.
*** Tom could hear Gretchen’s light breaths synchronizing with his wife’s. His daughters were soundly dozing. Gretchen’s smooth skin felt like the petals of a flower as he ran his hand up her spine. He kissed her forehead, her naked body adjusting so delicately to his own. She gave him a little fuss. Despite the fact that it was getting close to two in the morning, he still wanted to hold her all night and smear her. He’d been with her for two hours, and if Callie awoke, she’d find Gretchen asleep next to her. He wouldn’t say why, as if he could. Gretchen was sleeping next to Callie.
He whispered Gretchen’s name as he patted her on the butt. He kissed her on the lips as soon as she opened her eyes before telling her that they had been trying their luck for too long and that she probably should go to bed. Gretchen gave him one last, so intimate and wet that it made him throb once more, kiss before crawling off the bed. Tom was watching as she put on her shirt and pulled on her shorts, his dick rising with each movement.
*** Grace Marie slept in the nearby recliner while Tom held Callie on their living room couch. Throughout the majority of the evening, sharp sleet had been tapping on the windows and the lights were dim. Callie’s breasts and nipples were pressing against the soft fabric of her silk nightdress as she pleaded with the firefighter to free them. It had longed for more pussy ever since he had taken his cock from Gretchen the night before. He ran his hand across Callie’s cheek, down her neck, and between her breasts while she was lying on her back and resting her head in his lap. Over her navel, it landed. Tom dipped his hand between Callie’s legs, gathering up her dress and exposing her upper thighs, and she turned her face into his bulge as his cock filled up and pressed against his wife’s head.
He cupped her entire vulva after slipping into her pants and running his fingers through her soft bush. He quickly pumped two fingers into her twat after feeling her juice soak into his skin. As he slowly twisted his fingers inside her and bent them forward to swipe circles across her g-spot, he pushed them in deeply, rubbing her clit with his palm. Callie pulled Tom’s hot, swollen cock out by lifting the leg of the pajama shorts that was on his right thigh. She squeezed at the base of Tom’s shaft with cherry-red lips, widening the head to give her a mouthful; She complied. As she sucked him like they were in high school, her eager tongue stroked every inch and her wet inner cheeks rubbed against his head.
Grace Marie awoke by repositioning her upper half with a delicate yawn and moving her left leg over the armrest of the chair. Her nipping breasts jiggled slightly with her movement. Focusing on his daughter’s pale thighs, tight top, shoulders exposed by fallen straps, and slightly parted, luscious lips, Tom got harder in Callie’s mouth.
He pumped it into her mouth, aggressively rocking his pole between her teeth and tapping her uvula as he gripped Callie’s face and pushed her further onto his dick. He stared at his pretty teen as her breaths caused her chest to rise and fall, pressing on the fabric and skin that held and offered her plump mounds simultaneously, bulging those eighteen-year-old titties, which Daddy so fervently desired to taste.
His fingers beat Callie’s pussy, his hand slapping against the wet wreck he’d made of her lower lips. Callie, unaware of anything outside of Tom’s dick, orgasmed as Grace Marie opened her eyes, squirting heavily into her pantyhose and moaning over Tom’s driving shaft. Grace’s pretty gaze immediately focused on her mother’s soaked dress, followed by her father’s deep thrusts, as Tom face-fucked his wife like he was a pounding pussy. This caused Tom’s pulse to shoot up. He quickly got on with his business, mostly concentrating on Callie’s head.
Tom and Callie had never before had an audience, much less one that was so outlawed. Tom made a big deal of it—put on a show—and nutted aggressively, explosively firing into Callie’s throat in just a few seconds. Grace had, from what he could tell, never looked away, so his burst of wet heat seemed to be longer, harder, and even hotter than before. She stared at her mother as she swallowed three times and watched her father burst into her as he desperately attempted to hide the fact that his daughter was watching. Even though he only had a peripheral view of his eighteen-year-old baby, Tom had wanted to cum to her body—her curves, her skin, the light in her eyes. Grace turned away and sank back into the cushions of the recliner only after Callie lifted her mouth from Tom’s soaked dick and the couple settled in: none-the-wiser.