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  “Ohh Daddy,” Lucia cried, “it feels even better this time. All warm and slimy and slippery. Fuck me, oh please, fuck me really, really hard!!”

  Never able to deny his daughter anything, Tony did as she asked, his hips slamming against the cheeks of her ass as he repeatedly drove every last inch of his cock into her back passage. This time he had the added delight of feeling his balls slap against the sopping lips of her cunt, the hole opening and closing in rhythm to his thrusts, releasing floods of her sexjuice to mingle with the come his cock was squeezing from her asshole with loud sucking and squelching noises.

  Again and again his body went rigid as his spunk boiled out into Lucia’s rectum, spurting hotly and making her cry out with an answering climax. And again he kept frenziedly assfucking her, dragging her up onto all fours so he could hold her buttocks open with his fingers and ride her like a jockey rides a mount, squatting above her ass as he buggered her.

  At last Tony could see Lucia couldn’t take much more, she had come so many times. She was shaking her head from side to side, sweat dripping from her face. Her body was quivering and shuddering beneath his incessant pounding, her belly constantly spasming in orgasm. She was breathing hard and moaning, “Yes-oh-yes-Daddy-yes-yes-like-that-YESS!” over and over, her whole being concentrated on the incredible pleasure radiating out from her massively over-stuffed ass. Tony realized no woman had ever given him such a wonderful gift as his beautiful daughter had in so freely allowing him to fuck her beautiful bottom and he shot his load for the last time, like a firehose, spraying Lucia’s bowels with a hot come enema.

  Slowly, his body aching so he knew Lucia’s must be even more because her ass had taken all his cock and balls had to give, Tony eased himself from his daughter’s gaping anus and sank onto the bed.

  Beside him, Lucia suddenly said, “Oh god, Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom so badly!”

  Tony looked over at his daughter, still tied face down to the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do about it?” he teased.

  “Untie me, Daddy!” she cried, clenching her buttocks together.

  Tony laughed. He loosened her wrists, then rolled her over and lifted her into his arms.

  “Do you think you can make it, honey?” he asked.

  “I’ll try, Daddy. But please, hurry.”

  Tony carried Lucia into the bathroom, but he didn’t carry her to the toilet. He took her into the shower and carefully set her on her feet. Then he lay down on the tile floor, drawing her hips towards his face.

  “But Daddy,” Lucia cried, unsure of what he was doing. “I’ve got to go to the bathroom now!”

  “No sweetie,” Tony said urgently. “Don’t waste it!”

  It took Lucia a second to realize what he wanted, but as soon as she did, Tony could see a new excitement coursing through her body.

  “But there might be- ” She blushed prettily with embarrassment.

  “I don’t care!” he said, sliding down further and urging her to squat over his face. “I want it baby. It comes from you, and that makes it very special for me. Open up and give Daddy every delicious drop!”

  And Lucia grinned with delight at her beloved Daddy and did exactly as she was told.

  Foursome

  Nicky Adams couldn’t hide her delight when she entered the lobby of her apartment block and the concierge handed her a bouquet of two dozen long-stemmed red roses. The card said simply, ‘With love, Stephen’ and Nicky felt her face glowing red with pleasure.

  She’d known who they were from immediately. It was just the kind of romantic gesture Stephen would make, and Nicky found herself increasingly comfortable with the idea that she might be falling in love with him.

  She’d met him at a singles bar. She’d seen the wedding ring he was wearing and said very sarcastically as the tall, good-looking man asked if he could buy her a drink, “Shopping for a mistress?”

  “Oh no. This? It’s my family crest - a signet ring - not a wedding ring. And I’m divorced, have been for five years. So I’m here legitimately, believe me.” Then he smiled.

  He had an attractive, open smile and an English accent and right away Nicky found she liked to hear him speak and see him smile.

  “Okay,” she said. “You’re forgiven. I’ll have a Scotch on the rocks. Now tell me about yourself.”

  “Well, my name is Stephen Harper and I’ve been in the States for about twelve years,” he said. “I’m a freelance classical musician. I play the cello with opera house orchestras and recording bands like the Columbia Symphony. It means I have to travel around a lot and work late most nights which makes it difficult for me to meet anyone. And I promised my two sons I’d try.”

  “You have sons?”

  “Richard and Mark, both 18. They live with their mother in London but they’re coming over for a vacation in a month or so. Anyway, that’s enough about me. Tell me about you.”

  “I’m 24, work as a lingerie buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue and have rich parents.”

  Stephen laughed. “Big job,” he said, admiringly.

  “Absolutely. From which I need to relax. So, why don’t you buy me another drink and I’ll tell you the difference between a demi-cup and a plunge...”

  “Sounds good to me,” said Stephen. “One can never learn too much about the mysteries of female lingerie...”

  And he smiled that smile of his again and Nicky felt a surge of sexual excitement. This one had possibilities, she thought happily. Definite possibilities...

  Later that night, curled up in bed, Nicky told herself that she was certainly not in love at first sight with the sophisticated Englishman. But he was considerate, and interesting, and he made her laugh, which was all in his favor. For a moment she let herself think of him sexually, wondering what it would feel like to have his slender, musician’s fingers probing the wetness of her cunt, what his cock would look like, how it might taste, what it would feel like inside her. She found the thought exciting and let her fingers wander down over her belly to her sex, sliding them into her pussy to gather some of the wetness that was already flowing. Then she started to rub her erect clit, delighting in the sensitivity of the tiny organ to being rubbed and stroked.

  Nicky’s mind filled with the image of lying underneath Stephen, his cock repeatedly thrust to the hilt in her pussy or maybe her ass. The English were particularly keen on buggery, weren’t they? The thought made her arch her hips into the air so that she could press her fingers hard against her clit and suddenly her belly started to spasm, a delicious climax spreading out from her hot, wet sex.

  She’d have to ask him when he rang her, she thought, drifting off to sleep. After all, a girl should know what she was letting herself in for, surely...?

  He rang the next evening. Late, after his concert in Cleveland where the orchestra were touring for three days before moving on to Chicago and then Boston. Nicky asked how everything was going and he said fine, the audience were very appreciative which was really nice. She sensed he didn’t really want to talk music and neither did she.

  “I presume, on such a slender acquaintance, you couldn’t possibly be missing me,” she said coquettishly.

  “Would you be comfortable with it if I was?” Stephen said, carefully observing the prime rule of dating, not too far, too fast.

  “I think I would,” Nicky said.

  “Well, I’m glad we established that I might, because I do.”

  “Do you really?” Oh god, Nicky, control yourself, she thought. You’ll blow it!

  “Fearfully,” he said emphatically and she smiled a big grin.

  “Okay, well that’s out of the way. Where are you going to take me for dinner when you get back?”

  “A rather grand restaurant I know,” he said. “With dancing to a big band.”

  “Where you take all your conquests,” Nicky said, regretting it immediately.

  “Where I’d like to take you,” Stephen said, refusing to rise to the jibe.

  Oh god, she thought, what a nic
e man. And I’m a bitch.

  She threw him a sop. “And afterwards?”

  “A walk in the moonlight?” he said. “A late-night drink?”

  “Sounds nice. The walk back to my place and then the drink.”

  “That sounds nicer,” he said. “Nicky, I must go, the tour coach is leaving for the hotel.”

  “Okay. Call me tomorrow?”

  “Eleven p.m. sharp.”

  “It’s a date,” she said, putting the phone down and thinking, two dates really.

  The roses were there in the lobby when she got home the next evening and she found it interminable having to wait until eleven when the phone rang.

  “Oh Stephen, they’re beautiful,” she said. She hadn’t wanted to gush but she couldn’t help it.

  “What are?” he said, feigning ignorance.

  “You know exactly. I miss you,” she said openly, realizing with surprise just how much. “So, we’ve been out to dinner, had a walk to my apartment, and had a drink. Are you going to make love to me?”

  “Would you like me to?”

  Sometimes his deflections infuriated Nicky, but not this time. She turned his deflection on its head and said simply, “Yes. Very much.”

  “Then I’d like to. Very much.”

  “That’s nice,” she said. “Or is it? I’ve heard all about you Englishmen. You’re into buggery and spanking, aren’t you?”

  She’d meant the question lightheartedly but there was an embarrassed pause at the other end of the line.

  “Well - not spanking. At least, not on the first date,” Stephen said finally.

  “Oh Stephen!” Nicky said softly. “You don’t want to spank my sweet little ass and then push that huge hard cock of yours into my asshole, do you?”

  “Yes. If you’ll let me,” he said. “It’s just something I love doing. Feeling my cock clasped tight along its length, the head buried deep in your bowels. There’s nothing else in sex that even comes close.”

  “My god, you do love it, don’t you?”

  “With you I would, yes,” he said. “And now -“

  “I know. Your tour bus. Damned convenient that tour bus...”

  “Nicky, darrrrrling,” he said, purring at her. “Ring you tomorrow?”

  “Eleven o’clock sharp,” Nicky said and put the phone down.

  Nicky wasn’t an anal virgin, she’d been assfucked quite a number of times and enjoyed it if her lover was considerate and slow. But that wasn’t what she wanted with Stephen, she wanted to be sodomised long and hard and deep. Her fingers crept downwards to between her legs again. Oh well, she thought, starting to rub her clit, if fucking her ass was what Stephen wanted then that was what she’d do. And if he wasn’t considerate and slow then that would be alright too. She suddenly laughed out loud. Assfucking isn’t for dainty girls, she thought...

  On the night that Stephen was due to be back in New York, Nicky spent a lot of time and effort getting ready for her first real date with him. She took a long bath, then smoothed an expensive moisturizer into the skin of her breasts to make them soft and creamy to the touch. Sitting on the edge of the bath, she soaped up her mons and asshole and shaved herself carefully, ensuring that not a hair could be found from her belly to her buttocks. She intended that Stephen should lick between her legs and there was no way she wanted to be rough on his tongue.

  The evening gown she’d chosen for herself had arrived that week from a leading Paris fashion house: not even Saks account customers had seen it.

  Slit up the leg to the thigh, it was cut in a huge vee at the front and cinched very tight round the waist, exposing the whole of her considerable cleavage and quite a bit of her breasts either side. Standing in the front of the mirror she thought it put just about everything she had on display but what the hell, the effect was absolutely stunning, especially as the dress was all she was wearing because there was no way she could wear anything underneath it without spoiling the effect.

  Nicky felt her heart start thumping when the concierge buzzed to let her know that Stephen had arrived and was on his way up. Then the bell rang and Nicky checked herself over one last time as she went to answer the door.

  Whatever reserve she might have had crumbled as soon as she opened the door. He was there, smiling that smile of his, darkly handsome in an evening jacket and black tie.

  “God you look wonderful,” he said and the next second she was kissing him passionately and holding him close. And then she saw out of the corner of her eye that two young men, one with black hair, the other blond, both tall with trim physiques and both also dressed in evening suits, were standing off to the side.

  “Hello,” she said, “Who’s this?”

  Stephen quickly introduced his sons, Richard the blond and Mark with dark hair who gazed at her with a mixture of awe and open desire. Nicky felt flattered.

  “I did warn you they were due sometime,” Stephen said, a little sheepishly. “I just wasn’t expecting them to arrive today and felt it would be unfair to, er, well you know, I couldn’t leave them on their own on their first evening in New York. So I brought them along. Please say you don’t mind.“

  Nicky smiled at both boys and shook their hands warmly. “Of course not,” she said. “I’d be delighted if they joined us.”

  Nicky had never before been the center of attention of three good-looking and attentive males and she basked in the envious stares the other women in the restaurant gave her. Their envy became even more obvious as the orchestra started playing some of the great Sinatra songs in Nelson Riddle’s classic arrangements and she danced with Stephen and then Richard and Mark, thrilled that they had their father’s ability to move gracefully.

  She was even more thrilled to feel each of the men slide their hands from round her waist down over the swell of her buttocks to draw her closer, their hard cocks rubbing against her mons, unmistakably signaling how desirable they found her.

  “I do hope you didn’t mind them joining us,” Stephen said when the boys excused themselves to go to the bar.

  “No, of course not,” Nicky said, reaching across to kiss his cheek. “They’re your sons and you couldn’t leave them behind. And besides, they dance so well. But what will you do when we get back to my place?”

  Stephen looked away across the dance floor. “Oh no problem,” he said. “You and I can drop ourselves off, and my sons can take the taxi back to my apartment.”

  Nicky didn’t comment but she felt a little disappointed. “Won’t they be lonely on their own?” she said. She’d never been an exhibitionist before and she was finding it very arousing to wear such a revealing dress and be so attractive to not one but three handsome men.

  “Well, you wouldn’t want them to join us, would you?” said Stephen and he leaned across and kissed her, moving his hand out of sight under the table and sliding it into the slit in her dress.

  “I wouldn’t want them to be on their own,” she said.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” Stephen said softly, making Nicky quiver with lust as he slid his warm fingers up over her thigh. She loved the way he sucked in his breath with pleasure when he reached the smooth skin of her shaven mons; she squirmed discreetly to allow him access and nearly climaxed when he pushed two of his long slender fingers into her dripping pussy.

  “Excuse me, sir,” she said very softly into his ear, “but this is New York’s smartest restaurant and you have your fingers in my pussy.”

  “Absolutely madam,” Stephen said. “And in the next twenty minutes or so they’re going to go into your asshole too, all covered with Astroglide so that the boys and I can fuck the beautiful ass off you...”

  Nicky closed her eyes with pleasure, a flood of her come pouring down over Stephen’s fingers as she climaxed.

  “Let’s go back to my place,” she said, her voice thick with lust. “The game’s just about to start and I don’t want the boys to miss it...”

  Nicky was just about ready to be fucked in the lobby of her apartment bui
lding after the taxi ride home. It was incredible the way the boys and their father worked so smoothly together, Stephen sitting up front, keeping the driver occupied with chat about the latest Jets game while Richard and Mark discreetly made love to Nicky sitting between them on the back seat. Their tongues and hands were everywhere, kissing, licking and stroking her already highly aroused body to fever pitch. She longed to have Richard on his knees between her legs while Mark sucked and bit her breasts, but she also wanted to wait until they were all together in her apartment. Stephen and his sons deserved to be rewarded for the fantastic sexual pleasure they were giving her.

  She was amazed to find she didn’t feel in the least self-conscious when she closed and locked the door of her apartment and sat down on the sofa next to Stephen while the boys made themselves comfortable on the chairs opposite. She met their eyes and knew that she was moments away from being fucked by their father while they watched, a thought that made her more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

  Almost instinctively, she parted her legs as Stephen leaned across and kissed her gently on the lips. He stroked his lips along her jaw, under her ear and down her throat, teasing her lips with his before she felt his tongue inside her mouth.

  He told her how beautiful she was as he unbuckled the belt of her dress and pulled it open, bending his head so that he could tongue her bare breasts, slowly and very expertly drawing her nipples out to an almost painful hardness. Time and again he enclosed them with his soft mouth, sucking at their tingling fleshy tips as Nicky held his head and nursing mouth until she felt him push her gently backwards so that she stretched out on the sofa, her evening gown riding up her legs. Stephen murmured appreciatively as he looked at her beautiful shaven sex and asshole and then touched her cunt gently, sighing with pleasure when he found how wet she was.

  His foreplay was driving Nicky mad with lust and she begged softly, “Oh Stephen, I want your cock in every hole in my body!” Then she moaned loudly as he settled between her legs and she felt his tongue, warm and wet, licking over her clit, working its way inside her pussy and probing the dilated opening of her anus.