Breast Obsessed Ch. 03 by breastman80

 Life is funny sometimes thought Tanner Macallister.

If someone had ever come up to me and told me that someday I would fuck my daughter, they would have probably gotten their dick knocked in the dirt.

And yet here I am. My crotch is sticky with cum, mine and my daughter's. I just got done shoving my cock as deep inside her as I could and unloading my nuts into her womb until I thought I would pass out. And now, her "friend" has just arrived, and speaking of which.....

Veronica Summers kneels before Tanner. She reaches out with both hands, hooking him behind his knees. Then she gave a sharp tug, hauling his groin closer to her. He tenses up slightly and she quickly raises her hands and places them on his knees.

"Relaaaax." She soothes. "You've just gotten a little messy. Well, actually a LOT messy."

She giggles. Much differently than Josie's sweet girlish giggle.

"And we've got to get you cleaned up before you can go anywhere."

Tanner watches as she raises her right hand and extends her index finger. Slowly she lowers it until she dabs it delicately into the sticky, drying froth of semen coating his shaft. She rubs slightly to coat her fingertip, then just as slowly raises it to her mouth.

*slurp*

Tanner groans out loud as she sucks her fingertip into her mouth, tasting him, never breaking eye contact. Tanner is almost hypnotized by her beauty. The sharp contrast of her black hair and dark purple makeup with her alabaster complexion gives her an incredibly striking appearance.

"Mmmmm." She says, tongue flicking out over her lips. "Josie was right. You ARE yummy."

"I told you." Josie chimes in from her position next to Tanner. She has leaned in and snuggled up next to him, watching the proceedings like a hawk.

"Time for seconds." Veronica breathes, as she takes off her glasses and hands them to Josie, who sets them on the endtable. She lowers her head towards his crotch, and at the same time raises both hands up to his pecs. As her soft lips mash into his sticky cock shaft, she slowly drags her fingernails down his chest, not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to send shivers of electricity up his spine.

Veronica breathes in the heady scent of semen and swirls her tongue around the base of Tanner Macallister's saturated member. She begins greedily lapping at the sticky spunk with her tongue, sucking and licking as much of it as she can. She works her way around his balls and inner thighs, suctioning up every sweet sticky morsel she can find. Her cheeks, chin and lips soon glisten with cum, but she pays it no heed.

She slowly slides her fingers around the shaft, feeling the telltale signs of engorgement through her palm. Indeed, despite so recent an orgasm (and his second of the morning, unbeknownst to Veronica) Tanner's pole is indeed thickening and lengthening yet again.

"Bravo." She says. "I'm impressed."

And then she leans over, and engulfs the six inches of rapidly growing cock into her mouth and throat.

"Nnnnngh!" She grunts, feeling his cock start to slide back into her throat, even as it continues to grow.

Tanner feels his daughter's lips brush his ear.

"Guess who taught me to deep-throat, Auntdy?" She whispers dreamily, tongue flicking his lobe. "Go on, guess."

"T-taugh-hnnnfuck -taught you?" He stammers, feeling his cock becoming fuller and harder still from the skillful ministrations of the vixen in his lap.

"Mmmhmm." Josie says, sucking gently on the lobe. "All you need is a quick trip to the adult store for a nice, big dildo. Voila! Instant deep-throat practice."

"Oh fuck. Oh shit!" Tanner moans as Veronica begins noisily slurping and sucking her way around his shaft. Tendrils of saliva connect her mouth to his cock, dribble from her lips onto his lap. She stops, spits on his shaft, and begins stroking, while gently kneading his balls with the palm of her other hand. Her eyes go wide when she sees it in its full erect glory.

"Wow." She breathes. "I've never taken one this big....."

She trails off, and eyes Tanner with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Want to see a magic trick?" She says, grinning mischeviously.

"What?" He says.

"Lady and gentleman," She says, pausing for effect. "Watch me make this cock disappear!"

And she leans forward, not even pausing to adjust as the tight wet sleeve of her throat is fitted over the entire length of Tanner's cock. His hips buck against her face as she swallows him to the root.

"Mmmmmggggmph!" She moans, and begins to fuck her own throat with his cock, deep long strokes, faster and faster, gurgling noises coming from her mouth as gooey spit trickles from the corners to pool around the base of his shaft.

Tanner watches as she bobs her head feverishly over his rigid cock, then he gasps amazed as she goes to the root again, tongue wiggling across the base of his shaft, straining head halfway down her throat.

"Ggggrrrlllrg!" She gurgles, raising one hand and patting herself on the back of the head.

"I don't-...haaahhgGOD. I don't understand." He replies, trying to force words past the moans.

Veronica disgorges his thick veiny python from her throat, gasping for air or with pleasure he wasn't sure which. She holds his fat cock in her hands while she presses her lips to the underside of the head. Her makeup is beginning to run from the tears being forced out of her eyes.

"When I swallow this dick, put your fucking hand on the back of my head and push down." She says, eyes blazing with lust.

"But I might hurt you." He says.

"Nope." She says "No cock can hurt my throat. But you might make me cum."

"Okay." He says.

"Remember, do it hard." She says, "I might struggle a bit. Just hold me there."

"Until when?" He asks.

She gives his cockhead a quick swirling lick and smiles at him.

"You'll know."

And she goes back to sucking him. Not taking him all the way again yet, just steady suction and stroking with her mouth. After getting his entire length gooey and wet she catches his eye as she dives towards the head again.

Now. Her eyes say.

As Veronica engulfs nine inches of thick cock meat into her throat, Tanner Macallister's right hand fastens on the back of her head and shoves her as deep as he can.

"Huummmmmmmmm!" She whines out, nostrils flaring as she is pinned to his dick.

Tanner is getting quite a view. He looks straight into Veronica's eyes, streaked with runny purple makeup. Her vivid purple lips securely locked around his girth, tongue gently massaging the underside.

Her chest hitches, once, twice, and twice more. He feels her pushing against his hand, a tiny sliver of desperation in her eyes, but he follows her instructions and holds firm. Her body begins to quake, and with a puff of her cheeks air is forcibly blown past his shaft and out of her aching lungs.

Tanner eases up on the pressure slightly, but when he does he notices her head move slowly, left then right.

Not yet. Not yet.

Veronica convulses further on his shaft, tears running from her eyes. Suddenly as Tanner watches her eyes begin to slowly roll back in her head.

Now!

Tanner puts his left hand under her chin and grips her by the back of the neck. With a strong heave he lifts her mouth up off of his cock, a spider's web of clingy spit connecting them to each other. Veronica sucks a great inhalation of air, and giggle-moans on the exhale.

"Oh wow." She says, fanning the air in front of her face. "That was intense! And perfect. Keep doing that every time I go deep."

"Okay." He replies. His cock stabs the air between them, her request bringing a strange feeling of extreme arousal to him.

And they continue on. Veronica sucking his cock and periodically going deep on him, while he holds her head until she almost blacks out, then releases her. She gets more and more riled up the longer it goes on. Josie gives encouragement from Tanner's side, but at one point when Veronica backs off of Tanner's rigid shaft Josie begins to slide down towards it, moistening her lips with her tongue. Veronica see her coming and cuts her off, shaking her head emphatically no and pointing back to Tanner's side. Josie retreats back into the crook of her aunt's arm and pouts.

Tanner himself just enjoys the best deep throating he's ever received. His cock is trembling with the need to release when she pauses again.

"Okay," Veronica gasps. "One more I think should do it."

She pins Tanner with her gaze.

"Don't let go until I pop." She orders. "No matter what."

He nods, fingers flexing as he imagines the gentle curve of the back of her neck gripped in them.

Veronica takes a deep breath, and opens her mouth wide, like an anaconda about to envelop its next meal. She lunges forward, Tanner's bulbous crown surging past her lips and down into her throat, cutting off her air.

"Uuuughhlkkk!" She chokes out, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving violet trails to mark their passage.

Tanner's right hand clamps on her neck like a vice, holding her face against his abdominal muscles, watching her eyes. She stares right back, pinning him with her gaze like he has pinned her to his manhood.

Veronica makes a fist with her left hand and pounds the couch cushion next to her, a shudder goes throughout her body and small whines come from deep within. Suddenly her back arches, her eyes roll back, and she comes.

Tanner is spellbound. Veronica moans past the fat cylinder of flesh lodged in her throat as her trembling hips hump the air for a few moments before slowly easing downward towards the floor. He quickly hauls her off of his cock for the last time.

"Huuuuh Aaaaaaah!" She breathes, gasping as she collapses against his thigh. She manages to raise her head, and to his utter amazement, winks at him.

"Good...ugh......job." She gasps. "Not a very big one, but I did get off. Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Tanner remarks, amazed. "How the hell did you do it?"

She smiles tiredly.

"I just.....really love sucking dick."

Veronica hauls herself up onto her knees. She offers his cock a cursory inspection and smiles.

"There. All clean. And don't cum. You're gonna need to save it. I know leaving you like this is rude, but trust me. I'll make it up to you tenfold."

She turns to Josie, smiling and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Your turn, pussycat." She breathes.

"Mmmmm finally." Josie coos, sliding down on the couch and spreading her damp thighs, giving Veronica a bird's eye view of her swollen stretched cunt and the bubbly white froth that is slowly drying there. She relaxes her muscles, allowing a mini waterfall of pearlescent white spunk to cascade out of her freshly fucked pussy, down the crack of her ass, and onto the couch cushion.

Veronica licks her lips, closing in. Her eyes look the way a cat's eyes might look to a mouse. Josie giggles and crooks her index finger at her in a "come hither" gesture.

"C'mon baby." She teases. "You've had your snack. Now for the main course."

Tanner turns slightly on the couch to watch the proceedings. His cock throbs, aching for relief, but he refrains from touching himself. The thought of watching his daughter be orally pleased by another girl is tremendously exciting to him. He waits with baited breath for the show to begin.

He doesn't have to wait long. Veronica lowers herself to her hands and knees, tucking her head between Josie's soft curvy thighs. She plants a passionate kiss on her clit, drawing a moan from Josie. Her tongue snakes out and begins mopping cum from her labial mound, drawing her tongue back into her mouth occasionally to swallow the sticky coating. Josie's hands reach down and fasten onto the sides of her head, holding her in place. Her hips buck against Ronnie's face, smearing it with shining silky cream.

Ronnie presses her face against Josie's cunt lips and begins sucking and slurping with a vengeance. She siphons as much dripping cum from the depths of her pussy as she can before lapping sticky jizz from her inner thighs and labial folds. She groans and grunts enthusiastically, the combined scent of her sexy friend and her friend's virile, manly aunt driving her wild with lust. She raises Josie's ass slightly and shamelessly rims her asshole, letting not a single drip escape her probing tongue even as two fingers are effortlessly inserted into her friend's hot honey pot.

"Ooooooh FUUUUUUUUCK!" Josie moans, "Lick my ass baby! Lick it!"

Tanner recognizes Josie's approaching climax. He leans over and captures her erect left nipple in his mouth, feeling the firm flesh between his lips, suckling gently while his left hand comes up to squeeze her right breast, fingertips trailing over the erect nipple there as well.

"Mmmm Auntdy." She keens "Yesssss."

Tanner isn't done. He releases her breast and brings his fingers to his lips, quickly moistening them. Then he lowers his hand down and begins rubbing her clit firmly in circles.

Josie begins breathing hard and wiggling on the couch. Her friend has her tongue on her asshole and two fingers in her sopping snatch. Her aunt is stroking her clit and now gently biting her nipple. Her climax begins to mount quickly. The familiar tingling sensation starting at her sex and spreading throughout her body, feeling like every cell is slowly vibrating against each other.

"Huuuhn huuuhn huhn huhn huhn huuuuuuhnffffFUUUUCK I'M COMIIIIIING!!"

Josie bucks against her lovers as her back violently contorts. Her shuddering tits point skyward, erect nipples stabbing the air. She grabs her aunt's arm with her left hand, squeezing tight, giving her something to bear down on as she comes. Her hips buck furiously against Ronnie's face, who grabs a double fistful of ass to hold her somewhat steady. Then she smiles as Josie's right hand clamps on the back of her head and mashes her face firmly into her pussy and asshole, grinding her juicy labia up and down her friend's countenance as she spasms and squirts juices.

Suddenly she collapses back, body overcome by mini-convulsions. Her eyelids flutter and she gasp-whines each breath. Her legs stay drunkenly askew as she goes practically boneless with pleasure. Her eyes swivel about in their sockets, seeing everything and nothing all at once. Then her eyes settle on her aunt, and stay there.

Tanner watches his daughter cum, then when her eyes find his they hold him there, their surroundings shrinking down into insignificance as their eyes bore into each other....

"And that's two!" Ronnie says. She sits up on her knees and damn near fist-pumps in excitement.

Tanner shakes his head, snapping back to the moment, the rest of the room coming back into focus. He reaches out with his hands and tenderly strokes his daughter's heaving torso, soothing her with the strength of his palms. Her hitching breaths slow to a more even rhythm, and her hand reaches up to close over top of his own, her fingers squeezing slightly.

Veronica stands up and fishes in her left rear pocket. Her face is an absolute wreck, smeared makeup and slimy juices everywhere. She draws out a cell phone and tosses it to tanner.

"Here." She says "You'd better call your job and tell them you're not coming in today."

"Oh my god, my job!" Tanner had completely forgotten. He is incredibly late at this point, his presence surely missed.

"Relax." She says. "Just tell them that you've been puking your guts up, and would have called earlier. Then, you'd better get some rest while Josie and I are out. You're going to need it."

"How did you know I had to be at work?" Tanner asks.

A sly smirk from Veronica.

"Do you always wear a tie around the house?"

Tanner looks down and realizes he is still wearing his tie and dress shirt, though the dress shirt is unbuttoned almost all the way to his neck. He loosens the knot on his tie and pulls it off, then unbuttons the shirt and pulls it off as well.

Veronica's eyes widen as the shirt falls away and Tanner Macallister's chiseled musculature is exposed to her view. He rises from the couch, a modern day Adonis, bronzed skin stretched over the layers of muscles densely packed on his frame. She feels butterflies in her stomach as she watches him stretch his arms over his head and casually walk towards the foyer, his still-half-erect cock swaying gently from side to side with every step.

Veronica turns and watches him go, drinking in the picture of virile masculinity he paints. Her senses are primed, her lust boiling. As he turns to climb the stairs a single certain thought grips her mind.

I'm going to fuck that man.

"Ronnie."

Veronica shakes her head and glances back at Josie, who sits demurely on the edge of the couch, an appearance jarred by her shredded clothes and exposed nakedness.

"What now?" She asks.

And suddenly, Ronnie is all business again.

"C'mon pussycat. Let's make ourselves presentable. We've got some shopping to do today."

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Tanner Macallister stands under the hot knifing spray of water in his shower, allowing it to pummel fatigue from his muscles. He looks down into the water swirling around the drain, lost in thought.

Josie.

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Josie and Veronica are side-by-side at the mirror in Josie's bathroom. They talk and laugh back and forth as they apply makeup and primp themselves. When satisfied, they head back downstairs.

Tanner is in the kitchen in a long robe. He is casually pouring the cold contents of his coffee cup into the sink. He hears someone clear their voice behind him. He turns, and gasps involuntarily.

Veronica has not changed other than a scrubbing of her face and a reapplication of her makeup. She looks as dazzlingly striking as she did the moment she walked in.

Josie Macallister is what takes his breath away. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few loose strands hanging down by each ear. Her breasts are barely shoved into a tight, tight yellow tank top. She is not wearing a bra, as the enticing jiggle of her breasts would suggest, as well as the twin nipples threatening to gouge straight through the fabric. A pair of black bicycle shorts cling firmly to her hips, the legs so short that they appear nonexistent. He follows the long lines of her tanned legs down to her sneakers, wanting nothing more than to run his hands down them, to feel them under his fingertips.

She notices her aunt's stare and does a long slow pirouette, hands at her sides, palms down. Tanner swallows as he notices that the bottoms of her round young ass cheeks are sticking out in plain view, offering silent promise of the hidden charms within.

"What do you think?" Josie asks.

"Wow." Tanner breathes. "Just....wow."

She visibly pinks from his praise, head lowering slightly, dimples showing as she smiles. She looks up at him through her lashes, the look on her face one of commingled lust and.....something more.

"Okay, Tanner." Veronica interjects. "We are going shopping. While we're gone, please make us reservations at the nicest restaurant you know of. And try to get some rest. You're going to have your hands full tonight."

Her eyes bore into him. His blood stirs.

"Okay." He says. "I'll see you later on then."

Josie bounces out the door, her breasts rolling alluringly on her torso, buttocks popping in the skintight confines of her shorts. Tanner watches them go.

"Tanner?" Veronica says, pinning him with her gaze as she slowly reaches up to adjust her glasses. 

 "Yes, Ronnie?" He says, and the air seems to crackle between them with electricity.

"Do you have any vitamins?" She asks.

"Yes." He says.

"Good." She replies, an oily grin growing across her face.

"Better take some. Just a thought."

And she blows him a kiss and sashays out.

Tanner sucks in a deep breath and blows it out. After a moment, he reaches for the phone. He has a dinner reservation to make.

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Josie Macallister pops the handle on the door of Ronnie's convertible Lexus and sinks into the posh passenger seat. Ronnie takes her place behind the wheel, and reaches behind herself for a cd case. Rifling through the contents, she settles on one of the cds of her favorite songs that she burned herself on her pc. She starts the engine and pops it in.

As the poppy synthetic piano notes of the opening song begin, Veronica steers the car out of Tanner's long curving driveway and, with Josie's direction, guides the car onto I80 towards the Galleria Mall in Roseville.

"So." Veronica says "How has your spring break been so far?"

Josie squeals and grabs her friend's arm.

"I LOVE IT!" She says, her grin stretching the corners of her mouth. "I've never been happier. It's been like a dream come true! What am I saying? It IS a dream come true!"

She tilts her head back and screams out the open roof, drumming her feet on the floor.

"Oh Ronnie," She says "I'm walking on air right now. Somebody pinch me!"

Ronnie reaches over and pinches Josie on the smooth flesh of her thigh.

"OW!" Josie screeches, a lopsided grin creasing her mouth before it morphs into an overexaggerated scowl.

"I didn't mean REALLY do it!" She says.

Ronnie gives a sharp bark of laughter.

"Could've fooled me, pussycat. And I'm glad for you, really I am."

"Oooh here comes the good part!" Josie says, tugging Ronnie's sleeve. "Sing it with me!"

Both girls tilt their heads back as the chorus kicks in, singing loudly, flashing their extended middle fingers over their heads.

"Fuck You! Fuck you very very muuuuuuuuuch! Cuz we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew so please don't stay in touuuuuuuch!"

Ronnie tramps down on the accelerator and expertly weaves them through slower moving traffic, the music and their happiness at being together causing euphoric sensations for both of them. Both of them firmly believe that they are kindred spirits, and both of them have no doubts that they will be friends forever.

"So pussycat," Ronnie interjects, "Have you told him anything else about our...relationship?"

"No." Josie says. "I didn't want to freak him out. I had a hard enough time getting him in the sack the first time."

Ronnie nods.

"Then tonight." She says. "It's time he learned."

"Do you think he'll be okay with it?" Josie asks, gnawing nervously on her lower lip.

Ronnie looks away from the road for a brief instant to flash her the quickest of smiles.

"Honey," She says. "I have a hunch it's going to be right up his alley."

The bright April sunshine warms their skin as they roar down the highway towards the mall. Both of them are bouncing in their seats, singing along to the words as the wind whips past their faces. They wave gaily at cars that they pass, and more than once Josie hefts her substantial rack in her hands to a response of goggle-eyed stares. The girls laugh at the reactions they get, they are not unfamiliar with stares from potential suitors. Many a tongue has wagged on campus because of these two.

"So what are we shopping for?" Josie asks, adjusting the shoulder strap of her tank top. It had started to slip off, and she didn't want one of the girls to make an escape and cause a pile up.

"Well," Veronica says "We need nice evening wear for dinner,"

She grins devilishly at Josie.

"And a completely different kind of evening wear for after dinner. Does this mall have what we need?"

Josie nods.

"Depends on your idea of evening wear for after." She says smiling.

"You should know where my tastes lie by now, pussycat." Veronica purrs, her right hand meaningfully sliding up Josie's thigh, fingertips dragging across her skin, bringing goosebumps to her flesh.

"Oh god, Ronnie." Josie sighs, leaning back in her seat and parting her legs. "Touch me. My little puss is on fire."

Veronica momentarily considers shooting her down. She is driving, and doesn't want to pretend that diddling Josie while she drives is the smartest idea she's ever had. But then again...

Veronica reaches up and gives Josie's left breast a hefty squeeze, causing her to bite her lower lip and moan. She slides her hand down Josie's tummy and her fingers burrow under the waistband of her bicycle shorts, seeking her hot, wet embrace.

Josie lets out a breathy, whimpering sigh as Ronnie's probing fingers find her hot sticky cleft. Her head falls to one side on the headrest as Veronica begins a circular swirling assault on her clitoris with the tip of her middle finger. She reaches down and grabs Ronnie by the wrist with both hands, holding her fingers to her pussy.

"Oh Ronnie." She moans, "Yes. Oh yes."

"That's it, pussycat." Ronnie urges, watching the road like a hawk.

"Ronnie," Josie says, pointing. "There's the exit."

Veronica takes the exit fast, tires squealing on the circular off ramp, right hand never leaving Josie's pants. As they zoom out onto the overpass, Ronnie sees the mall to their right.

Josie is trembling and grinding her hips on the seat and Ronnie's hand as Ronnie guides them into the mall's parking structure. They drive up to the second floor and spot an empty space. As they do, Ronnie notices two men getting out of an SUV in the spot next to it. She quickly presses hard on Josie's clit and rubs fast, grinning like the cat that ate the canary, while turning the wheel and pulling quickly into the space.

As the Lexus pulls to a stop, Josie bucks in her seat and cums, throwing her head back and pinching her own nipples as Ronnie's flying fingers expertly manipulate her sex. She moans softly and convulses in her seat for a few delicious moments before relaxing back, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Josie's eyes slowly open, and she sees a large man looking down at her, eyes bugging out. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment, and she turns a smoldering stare at Veronica, who laughs.

"God damn you." Josie whispers, a defeated smile coming to her face.

"Who loves ya', baby?" Ronnie winks.

They climb out, Veronica blowing a kiss to the man who saw Josie. He smiles and gives them a big thumbs up before ambling off, adjusting the growing lump in his pants. Josie fixes her hair, trying to hide the pink in her cheeks.

The girls stroll into the mall. Many an envious eye turns their way. Josie is acutely aware of her tits jostling around in her tank top, unhindered by a bra. Veronica rolls her hips sexily as she walks, drawing attention to her extremely low cut pants.

A wolf whistle comes from behind and to their left. Without even breaking stride or looking, Veronica raises her left hand and pointedly extends her middle finger.

The girls go from shop to shop, finding their choice of dresses to wear. Then they go to Victoria's Secret in search of the "something for after".

They try on numerous pieces, appraising them to each other, driving each other crazy with meaningful touches and flirtations while modeling clothes for each other that are meant for sex.

Finally both girls are happy with their choices. They walk back to the car, arms laden with bags, and soon are on their way back home.

To their man.

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After arriving back, the girls put their bags in Josie's room. Tanner is nowhere to be found. The girls search around for him, eventually ending up outside his bedroom door. Josie slowly turns the knob and as the door opens they see Tanner stretched out on his bed, sound asleep. They stand for a moment, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He wears a simple black pair of gym pants, with silver piping. His flaccid cock is a visible bulge in the front.

Josie begins to push the door open further, her eyes locked on her aunt's member. As she takes a step to enter the room Veronica grabs one of the straps of her tank top. Josie is brought up short, and turns to look at her friend. Veronica meaningfully shakes her head no, then points back down the hall. Crestfallen, Josie turns and walks back towards her room, shoulders slumped.

Veronica turns back and begins to close the door. As it does she catches a last glance of Tanner's slumbering form. She bites her lower lip and a hungry gleam flashes in her eyes.

Veronica follows Josie back to her room, where they begin to clip tags and lay out their clothes for the evening.

"I think we should both get some rest ourselves, pussycat." Ronnie says, checking the clock on her phone. It is almost 2 pm. "I left at about midnight last night to get here when I did. It's gonna be a late night, and we won't be any good to that hunk of man in there if we're both exhausted."

Josie nods.

"I'll show you the guest room." She says.

After they get settled in, Josie and Veronica fall into a deep, restful slumber.

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Tanner Macallister paces the foyer of his house, biting his lip.

He can't believe how nervous he is. He's having dinner with two beautiful women, women that he has already been intimate with, with obvious promises of more to come after. But his stomach is turning flip-flops like he's some horny middle-schooler wondering if he's going to get to grab his first boob after the dance.

He is wearing a loose fitting pale blue silk shirt that billows on him whenever he moves. Despite being loose, it seems to enhance his large stature, and shows his fit muscular shape just fine. Clean pressed tan slacks and dress shoes complete his outfit. His mustache and goatee are meticulously groomed, and his close-cropped hair is gelled into spikes. His face is redolent of aftershave.

It is early evening. He awoke some time ago and discovered the girls were napping as well. Not wanting to disturb them he had puttered around the house doing minor things for a while, then had showered and gotten ready. He had heard the girls up and about after he had come downstairs, and now was waiting to see the fruits of their labors.

"Ahem." Said a voice from the top of the stairs.

Tanner stopped pacing, craning his neck upwards towards the landing. As his eyes alight on the girls he feels a shiver go down his spine and a smile spread over his face.

They are gorgeous. They stand at the top of the stairs, radiating beauty and sexuality like a pair of beacons in the night.

Veronica is wearing a sparkly black dress. It hugs her trim athletic frame tightly, molding to her curves like she had been poured into it. The hem stops at mid-thigh, showing off the delicate, creamy flesh of her legs. As she turns to present herself to him, he sees that the skirt is even slit up the side to her hip, allowing even more to be seen. The black of the dress, naturally, contrasts well with her pale skin. Her glasses frame her face, and her hair is gelled into a fauxhawk, both sides sloping upwards to form a crest running from front to back. Her bust is accented by the low cut front, and the back is virtually nonexistent. Smokey dark makeup has been applied heavily to her eyes, and her lips are a darker, plum purple instead of the bright shade from earlier. She wears black spike heels.

And Josie.....

Josie

Tanner allows himself to take all of her in. He has never seen before, a sight like the one his daughter was presenting him with.

Josie wore a strapless red dress, her bounteous cups filled almost to the point of overflowing. The skirt was loose and flowed easily around her legs as she turned this way and that. Red heels adorned her feet, and her hair was done up in a French twist. Vivid red lipstick perfectly matches her attire, and a string of simple pearls lay above the enticing swell of her bosom. The symbolism was not lost on Tanner, and looking at the way she caught his eye and trailed her fingers along them, it was not accidental either.

"Ladies." He said, "You're going to leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake tonight."

Josie's cheeks flush, and Veronica grins.

"I have a surprise for you both." He says, as they begin to descend the stairs, hand in hand.

"Oh really?" Veronica says, quirking an eyebrow at him. "And what might that be?"

In answer, Tanner turns and opens the front door as they reach the floor. Outside, sitting in the driveway, is a sleek black limousine.

"Auntdy!" Josie squeals, "You got us a limo!?"

"Surprise." He says, grinning. "I thought it only appropriate."

He gestures them out the door ahead of him with a flourish. As the girls pass, Veronica catches his eye, and her look ignites his blood.

The driver, a boyishly handsome youth of about 23, is already standing at the rear door. He opens it as they approach and one by one they slide in. Josie and Veronica sit on one side, and Tanner sits opposite them.

"Drink?" Tanner asks, reaching for the bar.

"No thanks." Veronica says, "I'll have wine with dinner."

"Me too, Auntdy."

Tanner nods and pours himself a scotch. He sits back, sipping it.

They make their way into Sacramento and one of the best restaurants in town. They are dropped off at the door by the limo and enter. The maitre'd seats them at a large table in one of the back corners of the room. They order their meals and Tanner selects a wine. The bottle is brought and uncorked, and they are soon sipping their glasses. They make small talk, but after a glass Tanner starts to loosen up more, having had a scotch already, and drops the bombshell.

"So, Veronica." Tanner says. "You and my daughter seem to be.....very good friends."

She nods, swirling her glass.

"How exactly did that come about?"

"Well," Veronica begins, "As she said, I was stood up one night. He was a frat douche, but he had a nice cock that I loved to suck. I had spent the better part of an afternoon preparing myself to do just that, and then he canceled at the last minute."

She takes another sip, smacking her lips and staring at the glass.

"That's good." She says, "What is it?"

"Petite Sirah." Tanner replies. "This one is peppery. I figured it would go well with dinner."

"Good choice. So yeah, got stood up, feeling pent up, and I have your daughter as a roommate. I'm bi, and I was primed to fuck someone, so I started coming on to her. Took the better part of the evening, but I.....wore her down. Before I wore her out."

Tanner glances at Josie who has been listening in silence. He notices the pink in her cheeks after Ronnie's last statement.

"And you two are still an item?" He probes.

"In a way." Veronica smiles. "She's my sub."

Tanner blinks.

"Sub?" He repeats.

"Sub." Ronnie reiterates. "Short for submissive. I'm into bondage and domination. I like to dominate women, and be dominated by men. But only men that I deem are worthy. I don't know if you knew or not, Tanner dear, but your little girl is quite the little submissive, when she wants to be. I noticed some signs in our....couplings and began to test her, probe her fantasies. By the way that's how I learned about her deep seeded desire for you. Once I discovered her submissive traits I began her training."

"Training?" He asks.

Veronica smiles. Time to set the hook.

"All good slaves require training." She says, then casts an eye at Josie. "Don't they, Little Girl?"

Tanner is rendered speechless by what happens next.

Josie lowers her head and replies in a small, almost timid voice.

"Yes, Mistress."

Veronica smiles at Tanner. Out of the corner of her eye she notices the waiter bringing their meals. She waits until he arrives and starts setting plates down. Then she poses another question.

"What is your training, Little Girl? Say it loud, so the nice man can hear."

Josie hesitates, trembling ever so slightly. The waiter's eyebrows knit together as he looks from Ronnie to Josie and back again.

"Answer." Ronnie says, a hard edge to her voice.

"To please my Mistress and any she deems worthy. I exist only for my Mistress' pleasure."

The waiter's eyes bug out, he swallows hard. Tanner does too.

"Good girl." Veronica purrs. "Very good."

The waiter beats a hasty retreat. Tanner refills his wine glass, taking a steep draught.

"That's...." He tries. "That's so....."

"Harsh?" Veronica finishes, and he nods. "Maybe to outward appearances, but make no mistake. She chooses to be what she is. She is not forced in any way. If she does not choose to stay under my tutelage, she will no longer be my slave. She need merely give the word, and it will end."

Veronica addresses Josie directly.

"Raise your head, Little Girl."

Josie's head comes up. Her eyes flick momentarily to her aunt. Her expression is commingled humiliation and excitement.

"Do you wish to no longer be my slave? Say the word, and it will be so."

"No, Mistress. This girl loves to be your slave."

Tanner feels a flush coming to his skin. What he is seeing is arousing him in ways he never thought possible. He looks upon his daughter in a whole new way, and his desire for her is stoked ever higher.

They begin to eat, the conversation hanging over their table like a storm cloud, gathering strength.

"Don't eat too much, Little Girl." Ronnie advises. "We don't want to be stuffed. Well, not with food anyway."

Tanner almost chokes on his prime rib. Josie giggles before replying, a forkful of Pasta Pescatore halfway to her mouth.

"Yes, Mistress." She hesitates, then says "Mistress? May your Girl speak freely?"

Veronica nods, sipping the rich red wine.

Josie immediately looks at her aunt.

"I'm sorry I never told you, Auntdy." She said. 'It was a surprise to me in a lot of ways too. But this is a part of me. I hope this doesn't change me, in your eyes."

"It does." He says, and as her face falls he quickly amends. "But in a good way."

She smiles big, eyes twinkling.

"But I thought domination meant you controlled every aspect of her life?" Tanner questioned, addressing Veronica.

"No. I'm not as gung-ho as some others might be." Veronica says. "I don't exert dominance over her all the time. I prefer lighter domination, to switch it on and off. Does that make any sense to you?"

He nods, jaw working on another bite of beef.

"I'm a sub myself. At least to men." She says, cutting another bite of crab-stuffed Mahi-Mahi and popping the delicate morsel in her mouth.

"You can be both?" Tanner says.

"Why not?" She shrugs. "I like to see how the other half lives, and both domination and submission get me off in different ways. Just the way I'm wired. I do enjoy the nice firm hand of a man."

She sighs involuntarily, hand trailing along her neckline. Tanner swallows hard.

"I haven't been dominated by a good man in, hell. Years, probably."

The statement hangs in the air like a fog. Josie feels her breath catch in her throat. She knows Ronnie, and knows what she's doing. But would her....

"What about me?" Tanner asks.

Got you. Veronica thinks, a wide grin spreading over her face.

"What about you?" She replies, fingers trailing around the rim of her wine glass, eyes boring into his own.

"What about if I.....dominated you?"

She titters.

"What makes you think you could?"

"I don't know if I could." He says, honestly. "But I'm curious. What you're saying is really turning me on, and if you'll let me, I'd like to try. What do you say?"

She smiles devilishly.

"Tsk tsk tsk Tanner, darling." She says, clucking her tongue at him. "Already you're off on the wrong foot. If you want to dominate me, you say it the right way." 

 "And how do I do that?"

"All it takes are the right.....words."

Tanner mulls it over for a moment. Veronica merely stares at him from across the table, the corners of her mouth ever so slightly turned upwards. Round and round, her fingers go along the rim of her glass.

"Can I dominate you, Veronica?"

"I don't know." She replies. "Can you?"

Okay, strike one. He thinks to himself.

"Will you be my slave?" He tries again.

She shakes her head slowly.

"Still not right." She says, her voice tinged with glee.

Strike two. Tanner thinks for a moment, then suddenly inspiration strikes. He sizes her up from across the table, his jaw sets firm. He opens his mouth.....

"Will you submit to me?" He asks, feeling a surge of heat as he hears himself speak those words.

A slow smile spreads over Veronica's face, her eyes shining.

"Yes." She hisses. "I will submit to you, Tanner."

Her whole demeanor changes. She straightens in her seat, pushes out her bust, and....lowers her head to stare at the table. Her lips are slightly parted, her entire posture one of anticipation.

'What would you have me do?" She asks.

Tanner feels some of his newfound confidence slip. What indeed? He hadn't really expected this. Struggling, he tries to draw inspiration from what he has seen Veronica make his daughter do.....

The waiter!

Tanner smiles lightly. He takes a deep breath.

"You know what's going to happen when we go home tonight?" He asks Veronica.

"Yes." She says. "We are going to fuck. All three of us."

Josie squirms in her seat, her eyes darting back and forth between her aunt and her friend.

"Yes." Tanner replies. "I know that, Josie knows that. You know that..."

He grins, and indicates the rest of the room with a nod of his head.

"They don't. Why don't you tell them?"

Veronica Summer's eyes widen slightly. Her cheeks pink, and her breathing increases.

"Stand up, go to the center of the room, and tell them." He says, unable to keep the devilish grin from spreading ear to ear.

Veronica feels her sex moisten. Her eyes are like lasers. Her expression remains the same as she lets another question drop.

"Have you paid the tab?"

He shakes his head.

"You'd better." She replies, grinning. "We're probably going to be being escorted out of here in a few minutes."

They wait as Tanner flags down the waiter and pays the check. The tension builds to a fever pitch as they wait. When he gets the receipt and leaves a generous tip, he then indicates Ronnie with a wave of his hand.

She drains her glass and stands up, never breaking eye contact. Then she walks across the dining area until she determines that she is roughly in the middle. She stops and looks around, cheeks flushed. Then she takes a deep breath.

"Attention!" She says loudly. "May I have your attention please!? I have a small announcement I'd like to make!"

All eyes on her. You could hear a pin drop in the room.

Veronica raises her hand and points to Tanner.

"Do you see that man over there?" She says, "I would just like you all to know that that man has turned me on more in the past 24 hours than I can ever remember being. And tonight I am going to fuck him."

Josie gasps, her nipples hardening. She has never seen Veronica in anything but a dominant role. It is very eye opening for her. There is a low murmur in the crowd.

"I am going to suck his beautiful cock down into my throat, I am going to accept him into my wet pussy and tight asshole, and I am going to let him fuck me as hard and as fast as he wants."

A commotion from one end of the room as restaurant staff begin to head in their direction. Veronica sees them and raises her voice higher to be heard over the rising din.

"I am going to make him cum, on me and in me. And I am going to swallow all he can give me, because I am a slut. I am a filthy slutty whore."

She kicks off her shoes and drops to her knees, looking at Tanner across the room. Her eyes are wild with lust and humiliation.

'And tonight," She concludes. "I belong to him."

Hands latch onto her shoulders, hauling her to her feet. The maitre'd turns and indicates Tanner and Josie with an extended finger.

"Them too!" He says, "Throw them out!"

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They step out into the evening air. The maitre'd is standing at the door as they breeze past him.

"And stay out!" He says. Veronica turns back to him, her braces flashing as she shows her teeth in a wide smile.

"You mad, bro?" She asks, then winks and sticks her tongue out.

The maitre'd huffs at her and lets the door close behind him. Veronica turns and looks at Josie and Tanner, who both appear to be trying hard to contain their mirth.

"What's that guy's problem?" Veronica says, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Tanner and Josie burst out laughing, and Ronnie quickly joins in. As they laugh Tanner notices a pair of headlights come on down the street. It is their limo driver, who managed to get a great spot to watch for their exit. He pulls up to the walk, and hurries around to let them all in.

Veronica and Josie tumble into the back of the limo, laughing as they land in a disjointed pile on the seat. Tanner eases in across from them, grinning. A grin which changes to a look of shocked excitement as Josie latches onto Ronnie's head and pulls her in for a deep kiss.

Tanner watches, mystified as his two beautiful dates kiss sensually. Soft "mmmm" noises come from each of them as they gently stroke one another's faces and shoulders, giggling softly without breaking the kiss. They pull back slightly and their tongues wiggle seductively against each other, their hands moving in more intimate directions on each other's bodies.

The car pulls away from the curb as Veronica takes the lead, easing Josie down onto her back and trailing her tongue down her neck, over the top of her bust, then back up the other side to nibble her ear. Josie squirms and moans, her hands coming up to cup Ronnie's breasts, fingers squeezing before she pinches and tugs the hardening nipples between her fingers. Their mouths fuse together once more, their breaths coming in feverish pants.

Tanner feels himself growing hard in his slacks. He makes no move to touch himself. He is positive his turn will come. For now he is merely content to watch the supple female flesh writhing together in front of him.

Suddenly Veronica grabs the cup containing Josie's right breast and roughly hauls it downward, the tanned expanse of her luscious mound popping free, the surface rippling slightly from the jostling. Veronica captures her nipple in her mouth immediately, clamping her teeth on it and tugging it away from her breast, drawing a loud moan from Josie. She releases it to let it spring back, drawing another moan and a slutty grin from her sub. The nipple pebbles and stands firm like a gumdrop.

Veronica quickly frees the other breast and begins pinching and rolling her nipples in her hands for a moment then alternating with squeezing and molding her breasts. Josie squirms under her, crying out in pleasure.

"Oh Ronnie," She gasps, "Yes! Just like that!"

Still pinching her nipples, Veronica lowers herself between Josie's legs and begins to kiss her way down her cleavage. As she reaches the dress fabric she hauls it downward, but it will not go past her hips. She gives a frustrated grumble.

"Sit up, Little Girl." She says.

"Yes, Mistress." Josie replies, sitting up.

"Raise your arms."

Josie complies.

Veronica grabs the dress and skins it up and over Josie's head and off. She tosses it to Tanner with a mischievous grin.

Tanner ignores it. He is looking at his daughter.

Not only did Josie not wear a bra, but her choice in underwear to forego evidently extended to her panties as well. For when the dress comes off she lays back again, parting her legs and running her fingertips over her juicy cleft. Only her red heels and string of pearls remain.

Veronica runs her hands over Josie's soft tummy, drawing a giggle from her.

"So beautiful." She whispers. Josie blushes a deep pink.

Veronica trails her hands down Josie's tummy and between her thighs. She runs them up both thighs towards her knees, just gliding the fingertips lightly across the surface. Josie's chest heaves and she squirms, aching to be touched elsewhere.

Veronica slithers downward, kissing her way over Josie's soft tummy, giving little tongue flicks here and there, her breath hot on Josie's skin. Josie draws her knees up higher, exposing her pussy, panting with need.

Veronica positions her head between Josie's thighs and without warning plants her mouth onto her labial mound. Her tongue immediately begins a rapid circular motion on Josie's clit, even as her right hand deftly inserts two fingers with a soft squish.

Josie bucks and moans, her right hand reaching down to hold Ronnie's head, her left hand squeezing her left breast, pinching and tugging the nipple as she writhes with satisfaction.

"Yes, Mistress." She whimpers, "Thank you, Mistress."

As Veronica lowers herself down to orally please his daughter, Tanner notices that her repositioning has moved her rump within easy reach of him where he sits. He watches her butt wiggle back and forth under the sparkly black dress for a while, then decides he can wait no longer, and it's time he makes his presence felt.

Tanner leans forward and places both hands on Veronica's ass cheeks, squeezing lightly, just letting her know he is there. He hears her make a low moan against his daughter's juicy cunt, and she pushes back towards him, raising her ass higher, clearly wanting more.

Tanner hooks his thumbs under the hem of her dress and draws it upwards. Her pale ass cheeks come into view, the milky white skin flawless. She also is not wearing panties, and he can smell her arousal. It feeds his own.

Tanner slowly strokes his hands over the taut smooth flesh. He brings his right hand down and under, turning it palm up and feeling the silky flesh of her shorn cleft. Gliding his fingers around, he finds her clit. He rubs gently with two fingers while slipping his thumb into her depths.

Veronica moans into Josie's cunt, her breathing becoming audible as it comes in hissing pants through her nostrils. Her own pleasure stokes her fires, and she begins enthusiastically licking and slurping her way over Josie's quim, starting a chain reaction of pleasure.

Josie looks over Ronnie at her aunt, her gaze smoldering hot. She grinds her pussy on Ronnie's face as her aunt's hand picks up speed, frigging her pussy so fast his hand blurs. Ronnie moans and squirms, sound muffled by the face full of cunt she is vigorously feasting upon.

Tanner grins as he feels Ronnie's ass begin rising higher under his touch. She is getting close, and he wants to make her go off, hard. As she begins to crest, he removes his thumb from her pussy, readjusts his hand slightly, and presses his thumb firmly against her gently flexing asshole.

Veronica unleashes a whimpering cry of pleasure into Josie's sopping snatch. Her slick tunnel contracts forcefully, waves of pleasure radiating out from her core, causing her to shake violently. She momentarily forgets the hot pussy rubbing against her face as her own sex explodes in a supernova of silky wet heat.

"MMMMMGHHHH!" She grunts, "HUUUUMMMMMMGGGGHH!"

Her gently trembling body suddenly slides into a full-on tremor, and she then falls limp in Tanner's grip. If not for his hand under her hips she would surely have sunk to the floor of the limo.

Her lips come away from Josie's steamy sex. She pants and whimpers in the afterglow.

"Oh baby." She says, turning to look at Tanner over her shoulder. "Oh baayybee...."

Veronica turns slowly to Tanner, still kneeling on the floor. She knee walks between his thighs and spreads them gently with her hands. Breathing hard, she locks gazes with him as her hands deftly manipulate his belt buckle, loosening it and unfastening, then unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

Tanner and Veronica both groan as her seeking fingers close on his thick rigid shaft, still encased in his boxers. She gently massages his steely length, breathlessly anticipating the moment where he is plunging every inch into her receptive depths.

Josie quickly moves from her seat and tries to worm in next to Ronnie, but there is not enough room. She makes a pouting sound of frustration. Veronica hears her and makes a quick adjustment. She gets out from between Tanner's thighs, pushes them slightly closed, and takes up position on the outside of his right leg. Josie sees her plan and takes a mirror position on the outside of his left. Together they grab the waistband of his pants and tug them down. He raises his ass slightly to help them.

Veronica and Josie stare at the rigid engorged mass straining against the flimsy material of his boxers, silently waiting to be unleashed. Their hands slowly trail up to the waistband of his boxers, and they give a great firm tug at the same time. His last remaining barrier skins over his knees and down to his ankles, freeing his long thick shaft from confinement.

"Auntdy." Josie says, her eyes never wavering from the cock she has so thoroughly enjoyed the past few days. "So big.....I just can't get over...so big. So manly."

"I know." Veronica says, fingers twitching as she imagines how his hot veiny monster will feel held firmly in her palm. "He's definitely an alpha male. Such a stud."

She raises her eyes to his.

"I'm going to enjoy making you cum."

Tanner smiles at them both, but merely waits for them to make the next move.

Josie leans in, and as she does Ronnie moves as well. They gather his thick shaft into their hands, both purring at the heat radiating from his smooth flesh. They raise it up to point up at the ceiling of the limo as their fluttering tongues moosh into either side of his cockhead. They wiggle and flicker over and around the fat spongy head and over each other as well, stopping occasionally to deeply kiss one another, their full pouty lips wrestling back and forth until they are gasping and writhing against each other.

Without a word between them, Josie and Ronnie begin to expertly service Tanner's enormous erection. Their mouths work in seemingly perfect concert, mouths suckle gently at the sides of a hot veiny shaft, tongues bestow firm wet licks to swollen purple glans, lips plant slobbery wet kisses on full engorged testicles.

Josie takes over, swallowing her aunt's cockhead and pushing herself down onto his length, humming deep in her throat as she engulfs him. She forms a firm suction and begins pistoning her mouth up and down, allowing her slippery spit to trickle down over his shaft, making it slick and shiny. As she does this Ronnie lays over his thigh and goes underneath, her rooting tongue slurping around his balls, suckling at their hot mass, silently wishing the creamy thick contents out to shower over her eager young body.

Soon. Her lust-fueled brain thinks. Soon.

Tanner moans and squirms, his hooked fingers clawing at the cushions of the limo seat. He never imagined that a blowjob from two eager experienced women could feel so good. His hands reach out to clutch at them, just trying to hold himself steady. Josie's smooth mouth-fucking encases every inch of his shaft in a wet blanket of silken heat as Ronnie's expert tongue bath on his balls keep his hips thrusting up off the seat, the tingly, tickly sensations of her wriggling tongue and suckling lips across the network of nerves engulfing his swollen pouch almost too much to handle.

The girls are excited by his moans, they sound desperate, helpless. Like a fly in the twin spider's web, they have him right where they want him. And they won't stop unless he begs. Maybe not even then. They are drunk with lust. His perfect male specimen of manliness wants, nay commands worship.

And worship it, they shall.

"Oh god, girls!" Tanner gasps, his voice almost cracking from the strain. "Oh goddamn! Fuck Jos-UuuHUHNfffFUUUCKKKKK!"

Waves of pleasure wash over him, even though he is nowhere near climax. His hips surge upwards, seeking a momentary respite from the overwhelming pleasure they continue to drown him in. There is none to be found. Like a pair of lamprey eels they remain firmly attached to him, mouths working overtime to break him.

"Girls!" He whines out through his tightly clenched teeth. "Oh goooodammmmm girls! No more! Please! NO MORE! Ooooooh-t-tooooomuuuuuch! Please! PLEEEASSSE!"

His pleas fall on deaf ears. They only spurn them harder, faster. Silky wet heat, whispery feminine gasps and purrs, soft suckling slurps, slick oozing slobber. These are his reality, his world. His entire existence.

Can't take it! His brain says, Killing me!

Now the battle is physical as well as mental. Tanner is trying to push them away with his hands even as he silently wishes for these feelings to never stop, to simply overwhelm him until he can take no more. He shoves at their heads, but his pushes only provoke them further. They push back against his hands, guttural growls and grunts muffled by hot man-flesh assailing his ears. Their hands secure purchase on his clothes, mouths staying rooted in place no matter where he tries to run.

And impossibly, they up the ante.

Josie's hand encircles his throbbing shaft, pumping up and down through the slick slippery spit she has anointed him with. She squeezes tightly with her fingers, moaning around his fat head as she starts fast quick pumps of his glans in her sucking puckered lips.

As she does this Ronnie lifts his heavy drenched ballsack and probes under for his anus. She smiles as she finds it, pressing her tongue firmly into it even as her fingertips begin feather-light tickles of his boiling balls, her fingernails gently scratching the surface, playing his nerve endings like an expert concert pianist.

"G-God help-! Goood help me! Stop girls! Stop! Nnnnooo STOOOOP!"

Tanner moans in extreme pleasure and panic, his hips bucking wildly, seeking escape, finding none. His head falls back and he simply begins moaning aloud, over and over again. He has lost. He has nothing left. They have taken everything.

Well, almost everything.

Ronnie feels his testicles beginning to draw up against him. His thighs begin to quiver.

Oh yes. She thinks. Time to milk this bull. Gimme it all baby. I can take it.....

She raises up, planting her lips along the side of his shaft as she nudges Josie with her elbow. As she does this, her left hand stops tickling his pouch. She lowers it down, fingers slick with her spit, and without warning sticks her index finger in Tanner's ass, strumming wildly against his prostate.

As Ronnie's elbow nudges her, Josie eases up on her sucking, popping his plum-purple head from her lips. She plants them along one side of his mushroom head as Ronnie presses her head up next to hers, her own plum lips smooshing into the other side of his cockhead, forming almost a moist lip sandwich on either side of his straining head. Their mouths slurp and suckle at the spongy skin, tongues swirling across the surface like pleasure buffers. Moans of eager anticipation come from both of them. Josie's hand on his shaft is joined by Ronnie's free hand, and they both stroke hard and fast as Josie's other hand strums his balls and Ronnie's finger plumbs his anus.

"Ohhhh goooood giiiiiirls! I'm.....I'm...CUUUUUMMMING!"

Tanner releases an agonized cry of overwhelming pleasure. His hips buck wildly as his body overloads, conscious thought leaves him, there is only an all-encompassing shroud of hot wet pleasure pressing down on his crotch. 

 A thick spurting gout of pearly white cum explodes from his cock. It blasts straight up into the air, arcing and tumbling over itself as it falls back down across the hair and shoulders of the two women nursing on his penis. As this happens they begin rubbing their cheeks across his spouting glans, smearing subsequent spurts across their mouths, cheeks, and chins. They laugh giddily, reveling in the heady sensations provoked by his silky essence dousing their faces and bodies. Globs and splashes of his semen decorate their bare shoulders, splatter across Josie's bared breasts and add a different string of pearls to her bust, and smear shining white across the delicate curve of Ronnie's throat.

Tanner can only ride it out as best he can. His head is tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, moan-whining through his teeth as his soul is milked from him. Waves of pleasure crash over him, each one causing his body to jolt like it has been physically struck. With each jolt, another milky jet of his thick potent jism fires from his steely cock. Losing some of its punch, subsequent blasts launch upwards only to be caught by gravity and dragged back down before they fully emerge from his straining head. It falls down onto the delicate hands stroking him, oozing down over his shaft and balls, coating the very container they had just been forcefully evacuated from. His own cum makes a perfect lubrication, sexy squishing noises fill the limo as they continue to pull every spurt from him that they can.

Josie and Ronnie plant both of their lips on his cock head and suckle their way over the surface as his tide ebbs, hoovering every slick morsel of salty creaminess they can gather. They pause occasionally to kiss, swapping his creamy treats back and forth, and smearing the gooey mess further into their cheeks and mouths. They moan and purr contentedly, like jungle cats with full bellies as they lick pearlescent splatters from each other's flushed faces.

As they clean him off, their kisses and licks becoming slow and tender as opposed to frenzied and urgent, Tanner comes back to himself. His chest is heaving as he attempts to get enough air. His silk shirt is sticking to his chest thanks to the sheen of sweat that now adorns him, and his entire body feels like the cells are slowly rubbing together, creating a low warm vibration that fills him head to toe.

"Oh god, girls." He croaks, "Come here, come to me."

He opens his arms, and they crawl up the seat to curl up next to his hips, their heads resting on his chest as their fingers scratch lightly over his pecs, both of them still purring. He lays his arms around them, squeezing them close.

"Girls." He gasps. "Thank you. Thank you both. That was...."

"Perfect." Comes Josie's breathless whisper, cuddling closer to her aunt as she licks an errant streamer of his tasty cum from the back of her hand and wrist.

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The limo slowly pulls into Tanner's driveway, coming to a stop next to the front door. The driver cuts the engine and climbs out. He hurries around to the other side, popping the door and waiting eagerly. The stacked brunette in the strapless red dress gave him quite an eyeful when she climbed out last time.

The limo driver's eyes bulge impossibly as the stacked brunette emerges again, this time wearing only a string of pearls around her neck and her red spike heels. Her green eyes twinkle as she looks at him, completely comfortable in her public display of nudity. She moistens her lips and strikes a sexy pose. His eyes rake up and down her curvy form. He likes his girls a little thicker and this one has extra padding in all the right places. He especially likes her slight tummy, curving inwards towards her perfectly bald labial mound.

"Why don't you take a picture?" She coos. "It'll last longer."

The driver fidgets, hands compulsively going into and out of his pockets.

"C'mon." She purrs. "I like the way you look at me. I want you to have something to remember me by. Go ahead."

The driver fishes in his pocket for his smartphone. He flips it open and raises it. As he does Josie leans forward slightly and gathers her substantial titflesh in her hands, holding it up as if for his approval. She moistens her lips with her tongue as the camera clicks.

"Thanks." The driver says with a grin.

"Wait." The vision says. "One more."

The driver almost drops his camera as she eases herself down on her ass on the driveway and parts her legs. Her moist shaven cleft yawns apart due to the movement of her legs and her fingers moving to assist them. As he watches a glistening pearl of her nectar slowly oozes past the lips, languidly dribbling downwards towards her tight, flexing asshole.

"Any time, baby." She murmurs.

Click. Click. Click.

"Naughty boy!" She chastises him, smoothly regaining her feet despite her heels. "I said one more, not three! Mmmm such a dirty boy!"

She sashays up to him, pulling the brim of his hat down and leaning in close, her tits crushing into his chest and nearly sending him into orbit.

"Thanks for the ride." She breathes, leaning in and pecking him on the nose. "Bad, bad boy."

The driver's cock strains against her tummy, so hard it is physically painful. Precum begins to ooze as his mind whirls with a kaleidoscope of images of himself and this buxom babe writhing between bedcovers. He gives a small grunt as her hand claps over his erection. She giggles and turns her head towards the open limo door.

"Okay Auntdy." She says, giving a gentle squeeze. "He's hard now, its Ronnie's turn."

"Okay pumpkin." Says a male voice from within. "Go to the door and wait. Good work."

The stacked brunette gives a dimply smile and her cheeks redden slightly. She gives the driver one more squeeze and a wink and strolls towards the door, her heels clicking and causing her hips and buttocks to roll and sway in a manner most appealing.

The driver leans back against the limo, breathing in short quick pants. He barely has time to catch his breath before there is a flurry of movement at the door. He glances over, and wonders what god he had pleased when he woke up that morning.

The stacked girl's female companion gracefully emerges from the limo. His adam's apple bobs as he realizes she is now nude except for her heels as well. Her body is a sharp contrast to her friend's, lithe and athletic as opposed to curvy and soft. Her friend's tan skin the polar opposite of this one's pale complexion. She seems to almost glow in the dim light from the porch.

She turns a predatory gaze to him, and for a beat he tastes an acidic note of fear. This one looks like she's about to devour him whole where he stands.

Before he can react she darts forward into his personal space. At the last moment she spins and plants her bare tight buttocks right against his straining length, her upper body pressing tightly against his chest. He moans involuntarily.

"Hi, cutie." She trills over her shoulder at him, arm coming up behind her head to fasten on the back of his neck. She rolls her hips, grinding her ass into his engorged length, and she purrs with satisfaction as it settles between her buns like a hot dog.

"Grab my hips." She urges. "Grind on me."

The driver hesitates, his company's sexual harassment policy flashing through his brain. In that moment she grabs his hands and places them on her hips for a beat, then changes her mind, leans back further into him, and moves them up to her tits, scraping his fingertips over her pebbled nipples.

"Do it!" She growls through clenched teeth. "Grind that cock into me!"

The driver begins to push and grind hard against her, rolling her nipples and squeezing her perfectly proportioned tits that fill his hands. She gives a fluttering sigh and presses back, gyrating her hips and rubbing hard back.

'That's it." She says. "Just like that. C'mon baby. Mmmm yesssss. Spunk in those pants. I want to hear you cum!"

Her free hand slides down her front and between her own legs. She strums her clit as she grinds, moaning and whimpering. The sounds push him closer to the edge as he bores into her ass cheeks with the tent in his trousers.

"Oh god!" She moans, grinding harder. "Here I cum! C'mon tiger! Cum with me! Cum now!"

The driver's head dips down against her shoulder as her grinding ass finally milks him far enough. He feels his own sticky release spurting into his boxers. He groans into her neck as he feebly thrusts against her, creaming his pants while leaning against his limo for support.

As he cums Ronnie goes over the edge too. Her flying fingers slap a staccato series of spanks against her clit as she orgasms, undulating sighing gasps coming from her slightly parted lips as her eyes roll back and she gives herself entirely to this dirty, slutty act with a complete stranger in a driveway.

For a few beats they stay locked together, panting in the warm April night, their bodies occasionally wracked by an involuntary shiver of pleasure. Then she slowly uncoils from him and steps away. She turns back to him, smiling, and leans in close. She wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his.

The driver cannot believe what is happening. He places his hands on the small of her back and returns her kiss, their mouths dancing together in silent mutual thanks. She ends the kiss and draws back. Her hand unzips his fly and dips inside. She presses her fingertips to the wet patch covering his deflated cock, rubbing her fingers on it a moment and then withdrawing them again. As he watches in amazement she brings them to her lips and suckles his lingering essence off.

"Yummy." She whispers, eyes never leaving his. She rezips his fly and straightens his hat, crooking her index finger under his chin.

"Goodnight, tiger." She purrs. "Thanks for the cum. You taste divine."

And with that she strolls away, hips popping just as the stacked girls did in her heels.

"Flabbergasted" does not even come close to the driver's frame of mind. And before he has time to process, the third person climbs from the car.

The tall muscular man with the sandy blond hair smiles. His clothes appear somewhat rumpled, and he has two dresses under his left arm, one red, one a sparkly black.

"Sorry about that." He says. "We were playing a game. Truth or dare. Only without truths."

He chuckles, taking in the driver's flushed face and trembling body.

"Looks like you won." He says. "I put them up to it. You're welcome."

He steps forward, right hand pulling a folded bill out of his pocket. He slips it into the driver's jacket pocket.

"There's my tip for the night." He said. "Great work. Very professional. Have a nice night. If you'll excuse me, I have two girls to satisfy."

He turns and walks away. The driver remembers something the stacked girl said, and how the guy said he intends to please both of them.

"Hey," Says the driver. "That one girl called you auntydy. Why would she do that? Some kind of fetish?"

"Simple," Comes the reply, the smirk evident in the tone. "I'm her aunt."

And off he goes towards the door, where both naked lovelies await, leaving the driver with his pants full of cum, a benjamin in his pocket, and his mouth hanging open.

************************************

Tanner Macallister halts by the front door, looking at the two girls standing demurely in front of him. Their nakedness stirs his blood as he takes in their flushed faces and the lust glittering in their eyes. He tilts his head slightly to the side and pauses for a beat.

"Have fun?" He says.

Both girls lunge for him, they wrap their arms around him and press what flesh they can against him, hands groping his body. He kisses each of them in turn as he fumbles for his keys and somehow gets the door open. The three of them stumble into the foyer, hands and mouths touching and tasting anything they can get ahold of.

Ronnie latches on to his head, pulling him down until they are face to face.

"You're in fucking trouble now." She hisses, licking his face.

"Am I?" He says, pulling her close and pinning her left arm behind her back. "Or are you?"

She moans and arches her back into him, loving his commanding touch.

"Pussy....pussycat." Ronnie stammers. "The den. It's time."

Josie grabs her aunt's hand and literally drags him to the den. A tastefully furnished room down a short hall off the foyer, it contains two soft cushioned couches, wide floor space, and a pool table and small wet bar.

The light clicks on and the girls drag Tanner over to one of the couches. They plop him down and walk towards the door.

"Stay right here, Auntdy, but strip down to your undies." Josie says. "We'll be right back. We have to....dress for the occasion."

She blows him a kiss, eyes lingering on his for several beats, then they both exit.

Tanner quickly shucks everything but his boxers and sits back into the couch, his stomach turning flip-flops with nervous excitement. These two girls are so beautiful in their own ways. He has strong feelings for both of them, lust, but more as well.

A short time passes. Suddenly the door to the den cracks open. A hand comes in. A hand clad in a soft blue velvet glove that goes up to the elbow. It reaches across the wall to the light switch.

Click. Pitch blackness. He hears only his breathing, then a slight squeak of the door hinges.

Silence. He strains to hear something, anything. There. Maybe a slight whisper of fabric? Are those gentle footsteps, coming towards him?

"Ronnie?" He asks tentatively. "Josie?"

"Here." Comes the sultry reply, less than two feet from his face. Veronica.

Click.

Ronnie appears, holding a large battery-powered blacklight bar in one hand and a small portable radio/cd player in the other. She raises the light over her head to increase the illumination, bathing the room in a diffuse purple light. Tanner gapes at her outfit.

She is wearing translucent blue lingerie that steals his breath away. Elbow length gloves of velvet. Tight bra trimmed in lace, the darker spots of her nipples clear as day. Garters, sheer stockings, sheer panties. He look closer. Crotchless panties. Around her neck is a small blue velvet choker. Hanging from the front is a large round silver tag. Printed in plain bold capital letters on the tag is a single word.

SLUT.

"Like what you see?" She says, a dizzying array of promises contained in that phrase.

"Yes." He breathes, hypnotized by her beauty and magnetism. Her streamlined feline grace. "You're.....beautiful."

A sly smile. She leans forward, her eyes twinkle in the blacklight's dim glow. She says three words that send a warm shiver through his body.

"It gets better."

"Where..." He begins. "Josie?"

Veronica smiles big, showing her braces.

Oh fucking hell that's right. Tanner thinks, blood pulsing into his shaft. She's got fucking braces too!

Veronica turns and walks over to the wall by the door. She turns back and raises the radio. Her hand poised above the play button, she looks at Tanner.

"Ready?"

He nods, unable to find his voice. A tightening fist of anticipation has gripped his heart, even though it hammers like it's going to burst from his chest and fly around the room.

Veronica giggles, winks at him, and pushes the play button on the radio.

As the driving beat of the track starts, the door to the den swings wide and Josie strolls into the room. Tanner's breath catches in his throat, a strangled whine forcing itself out of the depths. His cock throbs in his boxers.

Josie is wearing a brand new white strapless teddy. She glows under the blacklight, a beacon of sexuality in the shape of a buxom woman. She wears matching garters, sheer white stockings, and a white harem mask covers the lower half of her face. She pauses momentarily and slides her thumbs under her garter belt. She pulls it away from her body and releases them. They make a loud snap against her hips. Tanner gulps.

Veronica and Josie start across the room towards him, as they do, he hears a man's sly voice singing from the radio.

Stroke me, stroke me,

It's as easy as 1,2,3.

Stroke me, stroke me,

I'll touch you if you touch me

Any more words are lost as the girls command his full attention. They stop in front of him, Veronica in front by his left knee, Josie by the right. They begin gyrating in front of him, a slow sexy tease. He watches them, enticed by Veronica's sinewy legs, hypnotized by his daughter's jiggling bust. Veronica wears a predatory look of barely contained lust on her face. Josie's face, hidden by the mask, is unreadable. But her eyes are screaming at him.

Fuck me, Auntdy.

Veronica unsnaps her bra and flings it away, her nipples stand out like little cigar butts on her pert breasts. She pinches them, her face scrunching up sexily as she moans to Tanner.

Josie reaches back and slowly zips down her teddy. Her straining cups lose their fight completely, sagging away as her massive jiggling mammaries bounce free, swaying in the air as gravity plays with their buoyancy while she shoves her teddy down and off, leaving her in panties. Tanner cannot see anything else. His daughter's magnificent rack bobbles gently in the air, and she raises them slightly before releasing the pounds of flesh in her hands. They bounce hypnotically, alluringly, and Tanner feels a low keening buzz in the depths of his ear. The blood roars through his veins. His cock tents his boxers. His features shift, becoming bestial.

Tanner whips his hand out, capturing Josie's left wrist. With a bellow of animalistic lust he hauls her onto his lap, straddling him. His other hand rips off her harem mask as his mouth mashes into hers with a guttural growl of conquest. His hands roughly grab her breasts, squeezing and molding the flesh as she mewls in his mouth, her hips rocking against him. She presses hard into him, molding her form to his.

Their mouths fight each other for control, bobbing and weaving around each other as they nip and suckle. Their breaths pant into each other's mouths and their commingled scent makes both of their nostrils flare.

"Auntdy." She chokes out, that single word containing everything he needs to hear.

"Auntdy."

"Auntdy!"

"DADDEEEEEE!"

Her eyes lock on him, and she remembers a new word.

"NOW."

His hands go to her panties. They are a thin, wispy sheer material. In the path of the tidal wave of his passions, they are but nothing. With a bellow of lust-filled rage Tanner rends the fabric asunder with his hands, feeling her oozing sex mash into the only layer of fabric separating them.

Tanner is vaguely aware of another presence in the room. Veronica stares in awe. Never has she seen such a raw display in front of her. Her hand absentmindedly flicks across her clitoris through her crotchless panties as she watches with a goggle-eyed stare.

"My god." She whispers. "Yes. Fuck her. Fuck her. I want to see it. I want to see....."

Tanner wiggles on the couch, Josie's hand rooting for the hole in front of his boxers. A strangled cry of triumph as she finds it, reaching in to grip his eager shaft. She pulls it free, it snaps up and slaps against her belly. She quickly grips it and adjusts it, aligning the bulbous head with her dripping puss.

"Fuck me now, Auntdy!" She whimpers, and in one smooth stroke envelops his length into her center.

Tanner's head falls back, a moan of intense satisfaction bursting from his slack mouth. His daughter's insides are molten, a syrupy tunnel of scorching hot flesh that wants nothing more than to grip and massage his shaft until he empties the contents of his tight trembling pouch into her fertile young body.

"Auntdeeeeeeee!" She moans. "I'm youuuuuuuuuurs!" 

 Tanner's arms are incredibly muscular, due to his frequent intense weight training. Josie is immediately thankful for this as his hands grip her ass so hard they leave indentations in the skin, and he pumps her pussy on his cock, raising and lowering her body on him.

"Uuuughnmygaaaaawd!" She warbles, her tone changing as she is impaled and raised, over and over.

Tanner raises his hips up on each thrust to meet her, drilling his engorged cock balls-deep on every bounce. He growls in lust and captures his daughter's eyes with his. As soon as her eyes settle on him she starts to cum.

"Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgodgodgodgodgoddammit fuuuuuck meeee haaaard!"

Josie's pussy contracts in orgasm. Rich hot girl-cream spouts from her tightening socket, soaking her and her aunt's joined laps. The notes of their slapping hips take on a sloppy wet quality as she grabs the sides of her aunt's head and looks into his eyes, clinging to him for dear life as he pounds her through her cum, not once slowing as her tight young man-pleaser wrings his cock like it's trying to strangle it. Her facial expression is one of lusty fear, knowing that her pussy is teetering on the brink of a massive orgasm right on the heels of her current one.

Josie straightens up in her aunt's arms, suddenly moaning more enthusiastically. Tanner sees Veronica is gone, and he feels what seems to be her chin bumping against his testicles. She is licking his daughter's ass.

"Ronnie!" She moans "Roooohhhhnniiiiie fuuuuuck!"

Josie falls back slightly in her aunt's arms. Her hands come up, clasped tightly to her chest between her bosoms. Her eyes rise up to the ceiling as her head falls back involuntarily.

Josie sucks in a long breath, seeming to be trying to suck in every bit of air that exists. She holds it for a moment, and then her world explodes.

As long as he lives, Tanner Macallister will never forget the inhuman sound of pure ecstasy that burst up from the depths of his daughter's lungs as he punched his throbbing shaft upwards into her leaking slot. A long undulating wail-scream flows from her mouth, erupting towards the ceiling like a volcano. It tapers into a choking, sobbing cry, tears streaming down her frozen face, eyes locked on the ceiling, body trembling uncontrollably, mouth agape, tongue protruding. Despite her still appearance, Tanner is fighting a battle to stay in her pussy. She is spasming so hard he feels like she might actually squeeze him out on his down strokes. His cock feels like it's buried in a tumble dryer strapped to a jet engine. Her fluttering labial muscles massage his thick column of flesh, bringing him closer to the brink. A deluge of fluid squirts around his augering length and sprays over all three of them, droplets pricking their skin as they fall everywhere.

Josie slumps forward as her orgasm wanes. She collapses bonelessly onto her aunt, arms and neck going completely slack. Her asshole flexes over and over as her stuttering pussy continues to quiver on her aunt's pumping steel. Pitiable whines come from her mouth, intermixed with small hitching sobs. Despite it all, her lips wear the slightest hint of a smile.

Auntdy. So good, Auntdy. I love the way you take me...

"Please." She whispers. "No more. Please Auntdy. I've had enough. Please. Take Ronnie now. She needs it, Auntdy. Fuck my Mistress hard with your cock."

Tanner gently eases his daughter off of him, laying her down on the couch next to him. Her legs splay open wantonly, more from her weakened leg muscles than any sense of sexual need. The normal bubblegum-pink color of her inner labial folds is now a vivid angry red. Her pussy's scent rolls off of her in waves, igniting her aunt's lust ever higher. Her eyes close, and she mumbles happily as slumber immediately drags her down.

"Auntdy....." She whispers.

Veronica looks up into Tanner's eyes as he looks down at her from the couch she is on the floor in front of. She feels a shiver go down her spine from those eyes. She's seen the look in his eyes in the mirror before. Absolutely overwhelming sexual hunger. She then looks at his cock, standing rigidly upright from his lap, gleaming with his daughter's pussy cream. It throbs with life, still unsated, and she knows in moments it will claim her.

Tanner moves, quickly. He startles her slightly with his eagerness, and she tries to scoot away from him across the floor. He grabs her garter belt, and using the strength of his upper body, drags her back under him. His heavy manhood presses down hard on her flat toned tummy, drawing a mewling submissive purr from her. She can almost feel her sex preparing for him. The inner labial folds growing more engorged and her entire slit splaying open like a flower, opening her depths for his invasion. She opens her legs, her pretty pink pussy winking up at him from the convenient slit in her sheer blue panties.

"Tanner." She says, panting in anticipation. "I've been waiting for this."

"So have I." He replies, jaw muscles grinding as he barely keeps himself in check. His body tenses, preparing to be given permission.

"Fuck me with that glorious cock. I want every inch of you. Stake your claim on my pussy."

Tanner shifts slightly, aligning his angry flared crown with her open leaking love nest. He pushes forward steadily, opening her for his invasion and tunneling deep inside. She is so ready for him he doesn't even need to go slow. He just pushes, pushes, pushes, until he touches her core.

Ta-Tanner!" She gasps, arms coming up to encircle his neck. "Oh god, Taaaahhhnnner!"

And Tanner moves. The woman under him has tugged at his strings since minute one. He has been awaiting this moment all day. All the looks, all the flirtations, all the teasing, all the electricity. It all condenses down into a white hot beam of sexual energy that he focuses exclusively on her eager moist quim.

Veronica whimpers submissively as Tanner moves within her. He is not letting much of his dom out, but his overwhelming presence demands she submit, as does the massive specimen rending her tight fuck tunnel asunder on every stroke.

She submits, totally.

"Oh god, Tanner!" She squeals, her toned legs kicking out like a horse's before wrapping at his back. "It's so big! Oh my god in heaven, it's splitting me apart!"

Squishing slurping sounds come from the joining of their bodies as Tanner's thick shaft opens her thoroughly lubricated depths to his invasion on every push of his hips. He feels her ring of muscles squeezing him, and the overwhelming sensations from the wild fuck he had with his daughter, as well as the culmination of Ronnie's day long tease has his release building and boiling up in his massive swollen balls.

Ronnie wets two fingers and rubs her clit as her stretched pussy continues to welcome the fleshy battering ram that seeks to defile her insides with multiple squirting gouts of heavy potent seed.

"Oh god Tanner!" She moans, voice rising in urgency. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum on that beautiful cock!"

"I'm close too!"

"Oh please, hold on!" She implores him. "Please Tanner! I'm so close, just get me there baby! Just get me over the cliff omigodgetmethereplease ohsogoodyesyesyeees!"

Veronica's hips buck upwards into the plunging column of Tanner's invading length as she cums. Her pussy tightens like a vice on Tanner's cock, launching his pleasure into the stratosphere. Her pussy and asshole clench and tighten over and over, trembling uncontrollably. She does not ejaculate, but her pussy gets incredibly wet as she peaks, the volume of their squishing, slurping union filling the room.

"Cum anywhere." She moans, spent, "I want to feel it, so hot on my skin..."

Tanner pumps fast five more times, then pulls out, groaning in pleasure. He holds his cock low and strokes it, firing globs and streamers of his pearlescent load all over the lewdly splayed lips of Veronica's ravaged pussy. She whimpers as his silky wet heat coats her most intimate place, enfolding her tingling lips and clit like a hot liquid blanket. She feels a ticklish trickle seeping down over her butthole, and giggles lightly. Her new panties begin absorbing his release, soaking her crotch in potent virile man-milk.

Veronica reaches down and savagely strums her clit through the slippery cum that blankets it. The super slick liquid combined with her own charged hormones brings her boomeranging back to the brink of another incredible climax.

As she begins to topple over the edge again, Tanner jams his still-mostly hard cock through the soft liquid curtain of his own sperm to plow back into her depths, smearing nine inches of potent fuck-batter all along the squishy walls of her receptive trembling puss. His cockhead mashes against her cervix, and when he strikes bottom one last heavy silken wad pops out of his spitting head and is deposited in her spongy hot core.

Veronica slaps her fingers down on her climaxing womanhood, the mini-explosions of her fingertips spanking rapidly across her surrendering clit, splashing drops of Tanner's briney man-milk all over her hand and thighs, shoving her right over the brink. Her eyes roll back and she purrs like a contented tiger, a lazy languid smile spreading across her face as her pussy clenches thankfully around the solid mass of his spent manhood. They stay joined until their spasms slow, lips gently brushing feather kisses across each other's hot sweaty skin.

Tanner rolls off of her, his softening lance sliding free, coated in foamy white secretions. He lays next to her, pulling her into his arms.

"Oh Tanner." She sighs. "I've never let another man get his cum inside me. Partially because I always liked to swallow it, but partially because I never thought anyone was good enough to be allowed that close to me."

She turns her head and looks at him.

"But you are the first."

Tanner's hand rubs over her belly in slow circles. Her words are bringing him back to life. Occasionally in periods of extreme arousal, like now, his refractory period is very small, and her words bring an intense desire for something. As his cock begins to respond, he rolls back on top of her, spreading her open to him again as his resurgent girth nuzzles at her sopping slimy hole.

"Wha-?" She says, eyes widening in alarm. "Tanner. What are you doing?"

"Giving it all to you." He says, and plunges.

Tanner's cock is mostly hard, and he knows after a few thrusts that his refractory period has passed and he will be cumming again quickly. He thrusts wildly, dragging Ronnie's ankles up past his shoulders, opening her to him completely, pounding into her. Preparing to give her more of him.

"Tanner!" She gasps, "Oh Tanner, are you going to cum again?! Are you going to....to...."

"Yessssss!" He grunts. "Yes Ronnie, I am!"

"Oh god yes! I want it all inside this time! Put it all inside!"

"Oh Veronica!" He moans. "Take it all! Take it allllll!"

"YES YES YES CUM IN MY PUSSY TANNER! IN MY PUSSY! IN MY CUNT! FILL.....ME...UP!"

Tanner Macallister buries himself balls deep and holds himself there. He pushes hard against Veronica's cervix and moans as his release rushes up his shaft towards nirvana.

Veronica Summers feels Tanner bury himself and his thick shaft begins to twitch, every one drawing a burst of liquid heat in her syrupy depths. Even though her innards are already slick with foamy cum, she still feels the newly ejaculated ropes launching point-blank against the spongy wall of her cervix. Again and again she feels creamy spurts of Tanner's potent sperm lashing against her womb. She feels it gathering in her depths, a thick pooling mass of fertile seed, held in place by the plug of his massive cock.

And then he withdraws in one heaving pull, and she feels a deluge of milky white spunk cascade from her depths, running out to puddle on the carpet under her ass.

Tanner flops down next to her, chest heaving. A very self-satisfied look is on his face. She rolls over to him, still squeezing oozes of his spunk out of her thoroughly fucked pussy.

"Mmm Tanner." She whispers, panting. "Now I know what your daughter sees in you. You're quite the man. Thank you."

Tanner turns and looks up at Josie, contented smile still on her face, sleeping the sleep of the truly exhausted.

"I think we should get her to bed." He says. "I don't want her sleeping on a couch in the den all night."

"Okay." Ronnie says.

"In five minutes." She says, burrowing into his arms.

*************************************

Tanner pulls the covers up to his daughter's chin and tenderly kisses her forehead. She mumbles happily and rolls on her side.

Tanner leaves the room, walking down the hall to his own. He passes the guest bedroom doorway, and sees Ronnie seated on the bed, wrapped in a short white robe she brought with her.

"Tanner?" She says, stopping him.

He turns back and stands in the doorway, hands braced on the doorjamb. He is still nude, and notices her eyes flick meaningfully to his flaccid member before returning to his eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" She says.

"Yes."

She looks down for a moment, then when her head comes up, there is a deep-seeded intensity there she has never had before.

"If....if I start to...to..."

"Ronnie," He says, "Ask me. It's ok."

She swallows, and nods once, gathering her resolve.

"If I start to fall for you, will you catch me?"

Tanner stares for a moment, taking his measure of this beautiful, complex creature who just today came through his door like a force of nature. He regards her quietly for a moment, her nervousness becoming almost palpable.

"Yes." He says, and smiles. "I will."

She smiles radiantly back at him, braces flashing, before lowering her eyes shyly.

"Good night, Tanner."

"Good night, Veronica."