Breast Obsessed Ch. 04 part 1 by breastman80

Dawn.

The sun finally began to peek over the rim of the Sierra Nevada mountains, bathing the valley below in a fiery orange glow. As it lifted inexorably higher it began shining through windows, warming brows and lifting the fog of sleep from innumerable slumbering forms.

Tanner Macallister opens his eyes a crack, reflexively lifting his hand to shield them from the sudden intrusion of brightness coming through his window. He rolls over languidly, propping himself up on his elbows as he scratches his chest, yawning. As he waits for his sleep-numbed brain to boot up, he absently licks his lips. The flavors that linger there bring the memories of the previous night back in a rush....

A black-clad vixen kneeling in the midst of a restaurant

Massive breasts overflowing the cups of a red dress, jiggling enticingly

A pair of hungry mouths feasting on him

Flashes of brilliant white fabric aglow under a black light.

His buxom daughter wilting in his lap as she orgasms

A new lover's nails rasping against his back as jets of his semen flood her depths.

Tanner swings his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the bedroom carpet between his toes as he flexes them. Hauling himself to his feet, he decides that a nice hot shower would be the perfect way to start his day. He momentarily considers rousting the girls out of bed, but decides not to. They could probably use the rest after the previous night. Besides, a man does some of his best thinking in the shower, and having one or both of the girls there would virtually ensure that little thinking would take place.

Tanner enters his master bathroom, his bare feet making almost no noise on the polished tile floor. He reaches into the oversized walk-in shower and spins the knob for the hot water.

Nothing happens. Not a trickle. Puzzled, Tanner spins the knob all the way around and back, with no water issuing forth. He checks the cold knob, which works. He tries the hot knob again, nothing.

Mildy perplexed, Tanner decides that the guest bathroom will work in a pinch. It won't be as roomy, but solitude is solitude. The bathroom was also Josie's before she left for college, being the only one besides Tanner's on the upper floor.

Tanner picks up one of his soft, oversized towels from the rack by the shower door, and exits his room, making a mental note to call a plumber. He goes down the hall towards the guest bath. Both of the girl's doors are still closed. Smiling to himself, he passes them both and enters the guest bathroom. It is smaller, and more sparsely decorated than his own. Instead of an oversized, glass doored, custom walk-in shower with enought room to hold four comfortably and a built in shelf for seating, the guest bath has a standard bathtub with an opaque navy blue shower curtain.

This time Tanner is rewarded with a rush of water from the hot tap, and he spins both dials to the desired temperature, which for him is hot enough to redden his skin. Steam begins to plume almost immediately.

Tanner drops his towel onto the counter and steps in. The rush of hot water over his skin envigorates him, and as he soaps himself up his mind drifts to the girls.

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Veronica Summers opens her eyes.

The room swims into focus, slightly blurry due to the lingering effects of the wine she imbibed the night before. Fortunately, there is no headache to nag at her.

Ronnie pulls herself up on one hand, her white t-shirt loose around her otherwise naked form. She runs her tongue over her braces, smacking her lips and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Coffee. Yeah, coffee is first.

She climbs from the bed, legs slightly wobbly. She feels a familiar twinge in her pussy, and her mind pulls up the memory of the exquisite fucking from the night before. Grinning to herself, she ambles over to the door and opens it, sticking her head out into the hall.

Craning her head from left to right and back again, she sees no signs of anyone else. With coffee still on the forefront of her mind, she strolls down the hall. As she comes abreast of the closed guest bathroom door, she hears the shower running.

Josie must be up.

And then the idea hits her. A prankster at heart, Ronnie used to occasionally douse Josie with ice cold water while she showered. And it looked like another opportunity had been presented on a silver platter.

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Tanner rinses himself off. It seemed like so long ago that he never would have considered his daughter to be a lover, and yet here they are. Tanner finds himself drawn to her physically in a way that he could only compare to Josie's mother, but he also knows that deep down in his heart, there is more than just lust.

Tanner closes his eyes, remembering how he has arrived at this point. Flashes of his daughter fill his memory.

A tiny red bikini. His cock sandwiched between two mountains of oily titflesh. Heavy ropes of his cum obscuring her grinning features.

Tanner's cock has already begun to stiffen, and his hand latches onto it almost automatically, stroking it to full size.

Hard nipples poking into a transparent, oil drenched white t-shirt. His daughter's pink labia parting for the swollen head of his cock for the first time. Her breath hot on his ear as she begs for him to cum inside her.

Tanner's pace increases, droplets of water from the shower stream flying in all directions as he strokes himself to memories of fucking his little girl.

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Ronnie quickly made her way to the stairs and bounded down them two at a time, holding onto the railing for stability. She crossed the foyer and found her way to the kitchen. Moving with urgency, she began opening cupboards, searching.

There!

She reaches in and pulls out an oversized plastic pitcher. She discards the lid onto the counter, and starts the cold water tap running. As it runs, she goes the the fridge and places the pitcher under the door mounted ice dispenser. She allows it to fill about halfway full, then goes back to the sink.

Ronnie fills the pitcher up with water, the ice crackling as it partially melts and settles. Trying not to giggle she quickly returns upstairs, pitcher braced in her hands to keep it from sloshing. She slowly and quietly tries the knob. Unlocked.

Yes!

She opens the door, noticing the room is filled with steam. Water cascades against the bottom of the tub noisily, obscuring the muted sounds of rhythmic movement within.....

Ronnie holds the pitcher in her right hand, and reaches out for the shower curtain with her left. Once she has a good grip on it, she counts silently to three, and then whips the curtain back while simultaneously bringing her right arm sweeping forward.

"SURPRISE!"

*****************************************Tanner feels the tide rising in his balls, and locks on to the memory of his little girl's tits bouncing as she sashayed across their back deck in her tiny red bikini for his big finish.

Suddenly a flurry of sound and noise from his right side.

"SURPRISE!"

A deluge of ice cold water and half melted ice cubes slams into Tanner. It strikes him mostly across his heated torso, splashing upwards to his face as well as down over his stomach. It feels like all the synapses in his nervous system short-circuit and seize up. He jerks like he has touched a live wire.

A bellow of confusion and budding rage bursts from his mouth as he throws up his hands in an instictively protective gesture. He turns towards the now gaping shower curtain, his reddening vision seeing the look of mischevous joy on Ronnie's face as it immediately crumbles into shock.

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Ronnie sees the water splash forward, striking the figure standing in the shower dead center of mass. She immediately realizes that this form is too tall and broad to be Josie. She also sees a hard cock wobbling in the air as it is released from the vice grip it was held in.

Ronnie's stomach drops down to somewhere near her feet as a roar emerges from Tanner's mouth. It drops another notch when he turns his eyes upon her.

His striking blue orbs contain a look she's never before seen from them. One of anger and confusion. His chest heaves as he scowls, fingers curling into claws. She sees a flash of white as he growls words at her through gritted teeth.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

Ronnie's mouth moves but no words come. She is frozen in place like a deer, eyes wide and unblinking.

Tanner's right hand comes up and grips the edge of the shower curtain.

Ronnie's lizard brain reacts, and she bolts.

And Tanner's brain reacts in kind. He lurches after her as she darts out the door and turns down the hall towards the guest room. He is hot on her heels as she makes the turn through the door, but she stumbles and falls on the floor next to the bed. She wheels about, sitting flat on her butt, crab walking away until she hits the side of the bed with her back. Tanner is upon her in a moment. He looms over her, cowing her into stillness by his mere physical presence. He steps within her personal space, one foot on each side of her extended legs. He leans forward and places one hand on the bedspread on each side of her head. Droplets of water from his hair and face drip down upon her neck and across the gently sloping shelf of her cloth covered tits.

"Answer me, damn it!" He barks, "What the hell were you thinking!?"

Ronnie gulps.

"I'm sorry....." She stammers, "I thought you were Josie. It was just an accident, I swear."

Tanner pins her with his gaze.

"Not. Funny." He says with emphasis.

"I'm sorry." Ronnie repeats. Her lower lip trembles almost imperceptibly as a wave of guilt washes over her.

And when he sees that slight tremulous movement coupled with her meek demeanor and her wide doe-like eyes, the bulk of Tanner's anger washes away. His features shift, softening as he straightens up, and suddenly he realizes that his still erect cock is now bobbing in the air in front of Ronnie's face. And the void left by the anger is immediately filled by a tidal wave of desire.

"No." He says, voice firm, but far more neutral than before. "But you're gonna be."

"Wha-" Ronnie begins.

Tanner reaches out with his left hand and curls it around the back of Ronnie's neck, clamping on and drawing her head forward as he grips his shaft at the base with his right. He aims it at her lips and the fat purple cockhead rams against them, stifling her words as she momentarily resists.

"Open." He urges.

He wipes his cockhead across her lips from one side to the other, letting her feel the heat of it. Letting her feel the energy coming off of him.

"Open." He says again. Despite the firm tone, there is an underlying layer that Ronnie picks up. She's heard it before. The roles have been established.

Trust.

Ronnie's lips begin to part as his cock slides towards the corner of her mouth. The friction causes a syrupy pearl of precum to ooze out that connects to the corner of her mouth and then stretches out in a clear line from lip to urethra as he adjusts his course back and begins to push between her softly puckered lips.

Ronnie feels the spongy hot head of his cock press firmly into her tongue and begin to slide back. She relaxes and lets him in, her eyes traveling up his dripping torso to his face. She locks eyes with him and sweeps her tongue back and forth along the base of his cock like a paintbrush. Her cheeks hollow as she applies suction and gazes up at him with demure eyes.

Tanner pumps his straining rod between Ronnie's pursed lips. She moans deep in her throat as his hands grip her by the head on either side, holding her in place as he fucks her mouth. Suddenly Tanner goes deep, pushing her back firmly against the edge of the bed, his cock burrowing down into her throat, bringing a muted gurgle from her as her nails dig into his ass cheeks. He holds it there, pumping ever so slightly, watching the hot tears begin leaking from the corners of her eyes as her chest starts hitching.

Holding.

Holding.

Her eyes widen, body jerking slightly, her body heaves in an effort to inhale, but no air can pass the thick shaft clogging her throat.

"Muuurghl!" She chokes out.

And Tanner slides back, his thick shaft disgorging from Ronnie's clenching airway. It is coated with slime and spit, and he immediately begins rubbing it over her face, smearing her cheeks, nose, and chin with shining saliva as her mouth works like a fish, gasping for oxygen while chasing the head of his cock as he teasingly manuevers it out of reach.

"Please." She hisses, lips finding his cockhead and spreading open to envelop him again. Before she can suck him back into her welcoming orifice, he clamps down on her head again and pops it free. He then grabs her by the hair and forcefully slaps his cock against her face with a muted thwack.

"Uuungh yesssss." She groans, braces flashing over her clenched teeth. She closes her eyes and allows Tanner to turn her head slowly from one side to the other, his cock slapping her face repeatedly. Every thud of solid flesh against her lips or cheeks or her little button nose brings a quiver to her rapidly juicing pussy.

"Please what?" Tanner says, rubbing his cock over her face. "Please what, you little slut?"

"Please fuck my mouth some more, Sir." Ronnie says, opening her mouth wide and unfurling her moist tongue, which she wiggles alluringly.

And Tanner obliges. He plunges back into her warm suckling embrace, pumping with quick firm strokes. He goes deeper this time, his cockhead boxing her uvula every time he pushes forward.

Ronnie is in heaven. She relaxes into the forceful intrusion of her throat, whimpering like a lost lamb. One of her hands comes up underneath her shirt to twist and tug her puffy cigar butt nipples as the other drags down the crease between her slick labia. She feels how wet she is already, and dips her fingertips inside to coat them before attacking her trembling clit with a vengeance. It's so engorged and tingly that the first few moments of contact send mini convulsions through her, causing her to slow slightly and touch more gingerly.

"Hmmmmm. Grghlgh!"

Tanner watches her eyes roll back, and knows what she is doing. He pushes deep again, hearing the air hissing through her flared nostrils taper off mid-breath as he plugs her esophagus again.

Ronnie's fingers swirl over her clit in rapid circles. She flexes her throat as much as she is able, massaging his thick dripping tool as he keeps her gullet stuffed. Her chest tightens in a familiar way, and she increases the speed of her fingers as her orgasm approaches.

Tanner feels her tensing up, knowing she is moments away. He holds her tight, watching her leaking eyes over her obscenely stretched mouth until they open wide and she starts to tremble.

Tanner pulls his cock from her mouth, her moan of orgasm chasing it up. As she peaks he slaps her face again with his cock, painting her disheveled features with more gooey spit, then tips her head back while lifting the shaft and dropping his balls onto her open mouth, feeling the vibrations of her orgasmic warbling through his sack as she immediately begins slurping and bathing them as messily as she can.

Ronnie nuzzles into his warm heavy sperm pouch as her pussy explodes. Tremulous waves of pleasure cascade over her, and she feels her clenching slit oozing fluid over her flying fingers. She rides the wave, rubbing harder as she rolls Tanner's balls around her mouth one after the other, before nosing underneath to paint the hypersensitive bundle of nerves under his balls with firm strokes of her tongue.

He moans with approval, holding on tight as her expert ministrations momentarily weaken his knees. Every movement of her tongue against him sends miniature tingles up the length of his shaft. His cock lurches, disgorging another large clear blob of precum. He brings her out from under his balls and points his shaft towards her again. Ronnie sees the blob there and licks it up without hesitation, savoring his flavor.

"Get up." Tanner growls, reaching down to hook her under the shoulders and haul her to her feet. He pushes her back on the bed, and she giggles as she lands. She spreads her legs wide, exposing the slippery entrance of her sex to his eyes as she reaches down to spread her labia, thinking she is about to be fucked.

Tanner grabs her by one leg and tugs to one side.

"Turn over." He says. "On your knees and elbows. Lift your ass as high as you can."

Although somewhat perplexed, Ronnie complies. She raises her pert, pale backside high. She knows her smooth pussy is fully visible, and gives a little back and forth wiggle, waiting for Tanner to roughly impale her with his rigid pole.

But Tanner has other ideas. He reaches out and strokes the smooth flesh of her right butt cheek in small circles.

"You've been bad." He says. "And you need to be punished. So I'm going to spank this little ass red. I'll give you five hard swats on each cheek."

Ronnie shudders slightly, equal parts trepidation and anticipation.

"Yes sir." She replies. She bites her lip and braces as Tanner moves to her left side.

"Here it comes." He says.

Tanner's right hand slices through the air in a tight semicircle, his palm held firm and slightly concave. It strikes Ronnie's right cheek hard, eliciting a crisp smack. Her flesh ripples from the impact, and begins to immediately turn pink, due to how pale she is.

Ronnie gasps. The sting from the blow is considerable. But she also feels her pussy beginning to respond with increased wetness and heat.

Tanner strikes again, this time on the left cheek. Now her pale rump has matching pink blotches on each side. Ronnie gasps again, trembling slightly.

Smack. Back to the right. Ronnie yips this time, he's not holding back much. But she is determined to accept his entire punishment. She steadies her resolve and digs in.

The blows come in a steady cadence. Tanner does pause between them, but not for long. Ronnie's cheeks gradually turn more red, and the blows becoming more painful. She has to grit her teeth for each one, letting out mewling whimpers or high-pitched groans when that solid hand crashes against her normally alabaster bottom. She feels gathering wetness at the corners of her eyes.

After the last stroke Tanner lowers his hand and stands there, his own palm stinging in a way that he cannot completely dismiss as unpleasant. Ronnie briefly tumbles over onto her right side, facing him. She draws up her knees and wraps her arms around them, curling into herself for a few moments. Her shining wet eyes catch Tanner's, and she sees the expression of satisfaction on his face. She took the punishment he laid out for her, now all is forgiven.

As it should be.

She raises herself up to a sitting position and dangles her feet over the side of the bed. Without speaking she locks eyes with Tanner, and holds her arms out to him, spreading them wide in the universal gesture for "hold me". 

Tanner steps closer to her and wraps her in his embrace, stroking her hair. She whimpers briefly, nuzzling his chest as he murmurs endearments to her and peppers the top of her head with kisses. He lowers both hands down to her back, and as he rubs it he feels the tension there easing away. He feels the telltale tickle of shed tears sliding down his torso.

They stay like this for a while, just gently touching and stroking. Their bodies are pressed tightly together, and suddenly Ronnie becomes aware of Tanner's still hard cock laying firmly against her upper abdomen. It rises straight up between their bodies, nestling between her tits that are crushed against Tanner's stomach, only her thin T shirt separating them. Ronnie starts to squirm, her hands roaming more intimately.

Tanner steps back from their embrace, his cock pointing upwards towards Ronnie's face. She darts forward and plants her mouth on him anew, but this time she is sloppily kissing and licking his length, slobbering as much as she can until the shaft is shining and slippery once again. Both hands cup his heavy balls as her fingertips tickle the smooth pouch.

Tanner places his hands on Ronnie's shoulders and pushes her back onto the bed. She begins panting wantonly as she looks down past the twin swells of her heaving boobs to where Tanner's throbbing length angrily stabs the empty air between her thighs, bobbing slightly with the beating of his heart. She opens her legs wide for him, silently imploring him with her eyes.

Tanner grips his shaft and aims the head of his cock at Ronnie's slick, open labia. He steps between her legs and decides not to tease her by rubbing his fat head all over her trembling slit. He is far past the mood for patience. He aligns himself, and smoothly pushes his entire length up into her, sighing at the all encompassing sensations of her slippery, flexing walls.

Ronnie's mouth opens wide in a pursed "O" shape, and her head falls back as she groans with the abruptness of his intrusion. She feels her legs being pushed upwards until her knees touch her shoulders, and Tanner's thick muscular arms hook under each one as he crawls up onto her. He pins her down and bends her in half, her sopping wet, squishing hole completely open to his merciless pounding.

"Oh god, Tanner fuck me!" She urges, trying to push her ass up to meet his augering length on each thrust. The rhythmic slapping of his balls on her ass sync up with the short grunting murmurings of "yes" she stutters out each time he hits bottom.

Tanner moans as he takes her, the clenching confines of her honey hole squeezing him in an anaconda vise. He roughly pushes her shirt up until it bunches under her neck, enjoying the jiggling bounce of her bosoms as they slide around on her chest.

"You like that, baby?" She coos, grinning up at him. "You like making my tits bounce? Hmmmm? Do it, stud. Make 'em bounce. Oh ffffuuuuck yes just like thaaaaat!"

Tanner speeds up, watching as she arches her back slightly on each stroke, making her shuddering boobs bounce just that much more. Ronnie snakes one hand down her flat tummy and finds her clit again, letting her fingertips brush against the veiny intruder pistoning into her sloppy, squeezing quim.

"Cum on my dick, you little fucktoy." Tanner commands, "I want to feel you gripping me."

Tanner makes his strokes as long as he can, bringing the head of his straining lance almost all the way out before plunging back in with wet slurping noises. Ronnie's breath begins to come in quick sharp gasps, and her free hand clamps down on his forearm, squeezing in a fashion similar to her rapidly contracting tunnel.

"Yes yes yessss Tanner! I'm almost there! Oh fuck baby please don't stop don't stop don't stop fuck fuck fuck ffffffuuuuuck!"

Tanner doesn't break rhythm as Ronnie cums under him. He hears her exclamation rising in her chest, and clamps one hand over her mouth. Her erupting moan is mostly muffled by his hand, and her eyes roll back as the throes of her climax drag her down deep.

Ronnie's pussy almost goes numb with pleasure. She feels a spreading warmth as her trembling slot gets even more gooey and slippery. She moans over and over into the hand silencing her, her tongue flicking out to slather messily upon the palm. Her blood roars in her ears as she convulses pitiably, her groans gradually giving way to repeated "mmmmm"s as Tanner slows his assault on her thoroughly used pussy.

Tanner slides out, still rock hard. Ronnie vents a deflated sigh as his overwhelming presence withdraws from it's conquest. He releases her legs and they flop down. They don't stay there long, as he lifts them up again and spreads them wide to bring her ass off of the bed.

"Hold these." He says, guiding her hands one at a time to the back of her own knees as she pants and trembles.

Tanner lowers himself down to his knees as he sees her still red cheeks part to reveal her pristine, puckered asshole. He leans in and begins tonguing it without hesitation, drawing renewed gasps from Ronnie.

"Oh fuuuuck eat my ass, Tanner. Oh fuck yes, do it!"

Tanner dives in, his tongue fluttering hard against her as his hands grab a cheek in each hand, forcing them further apart as he feasts on her backdoor. He gets it as wet and slippery as he can, expelling globs of saliva onto her, feeling the muscles flexing against his mouth as he works. His facial hair is awash with the fruits of his labor. Her fingers find her clit again and she rubs with renewed vigor.

After a few minutes Tanner stops, and stands back up. He brings his still throbbing cock up until the fat head presses in between her spread cheeks, nudging against her ass. The shaft is festooned with smears of creamy pussy lube from Ronnie's perfect fuck hole, every vein stands in stark, shining relief.

"Oh god Tanner.....I...I don't know..." She stammers, still rubbing her clit as he nudges her asshole over and over.

"I want your ass." He says. "And I'm going to take it."

She catches his eye, biting her lip and nodding.

"Please go slow." She implores. "Please."

Tanner starts to lean in, his engorged cockhead slowly beginning to broach the tightly clenched barrier. Ronnie does her best to relax, breathing deeply and evenly. She stops rubbing her clit and just focuses on spreading her cheeks wide and relaxing as much as possible.

Tanner looks down at the contact point of their bodies. He sees her opening to him, slowly. His cock moves forward, widening the gap as gently as he can manage.

"Oh fuck....." Ronnie squeaks. "Fuck. Fuuuuck."

Tanner's cockhead makes steady progress. Ronnie's asshole stretches wider and wider to allow him passage. She gives a small squeal as his head slides in fully. Her legs kick once as she stretches open wider than she ever has before. Her left hand grabs for purchase on the bedspread above her head, and she tries to pull herself higher in a vain attempt to escape his invading tool, but he grips her ankles and leans in.

"Tanner! I.....I can't!"

He pauses momentarily , allowing Ronnie a moment's respite as she adjusts to his size. He feels the ring of muscles in her sphincter squeezing him at the base of his head. It almost feels like she's pulling him. He watches her and listens to her breathing. She begins to relax, easing back into the sheets. Her smooth, porcelain bum readying itself to accept more of him, flexing gently around his straining member.

Tanner begins to push more, watching more of his veiny shaft disappear up Ronnie's tightly clenching anus. Ronnie breathes deeply, concentrating on relaxing as she welcomes inch after inch of stiff, throbbing cock up her tight ass.

"Tanner, it's so big! Oh god, you're going to rip me in half!"

"Shhhh." Tanner soothes gently. "You're doing great. Almost in, baby."

With six inches of his cock buried up Ronnie's clenching backside, Tanner starts to thrust, slowly, smoothly. The ring of muscle clinging to his shaft contracts and pulls on him as he withdraws, tightening onto him like it doesn't want to release him. He moves with exaggerated slowness, watching her for signs to pause his plumbing of her intimate depths.

Ronnie resumes rubbing her clit as Tanner's veiny shaft begins hitting all the right spots in her ass. The discomfort is giving gradual way to pleasure, and she relishes the contrast of the smooth tingles from their skin passing over each other to the twinges of pain from her stretched asshole. She moans and squeals and thrashes as she is repeatedly impaled, taking seven, then eight inches at a time. Finally he bottoms out in her ass, balls snug against her body.

"Oh my god Tanner! You're filling my ass so nice!" She coos, sticking two fingers into her gooey pussy and fucking it in time with Tanner drilling into her rump.

Tanner focuses on feeling every millimeter of her asshole's snug embrace. He speeds up a little, thrusting deep into her bowels as his entire length is massaged from root to tip by the tight ring of muscles surrounding her anus.

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Josie Macallister wakes up.

As she sits up she stretches her arms over her head, covers falling away to reveal a pair of flawless triple D tits. They jiggle and sway as she throws her legs over the side of the bed and stands up, covers dropping away from the rest of her soft, curvy form. She brushes her hair back over both shoulders and strolls towards her door, remembering the whirlwind date the previous night, and how she eventually dropped into a well-fucked slumber before her father had scooped her into his arms and put her to bed himself.

Josie has relished this time with her father, knowing that she needs to squeeze every moment she can with him, since spring break will be over in a few days, and she and Ronnie will be heading back to school.

She twists the knob on her door and opens it, intending to head downstairs and raid the pantry for breakfast. Before she takes two steps she hears noises coming from the guest bedroom, and creeps up to the open door before peeking in.

She sees her father standing next to the bed, thrusting hard into Ronnie who is laying on her back, pinned underneath him by his thrusting lance, moaning and thrashing as she rubs her clit. Josie looks closer and notices that she can see flashes of bubblegum-pink pussy on each out stroke behind rapidly fluttering fingers, and sees his shaft assaulting the lower orifice.

He's fucking her ass.

Josie feels a slight twinge of jealousy.

He hasn't fucked my ass.

Although Josie trusts Ronnie completely, she still feels a bit peeved that Ronnie is doing something with her father that she hasn't done yet.

But Josie has never had anal sex before. And her father's cock stretches her pussy out. She can only imagine it in her other hole.

But she wants all of him. And wants to give him all of her. And the thought of giving her father her anal cherry...

Josie bites her lip and gives her left nipple a quick twist. She's had her ass eaten, including by Ronnie, and it always felt divine. Her father's big cock in her ass gives her plenty of trepidation, but she would do anything to please him. And she is pretty sure she would enjoy it too, once she was properly warmed up.

Josie snaps out of her reverie when Tanner goes into a short sprint of rapid shallow thrusts, making both of them moan and pant into each others mouths as they kiss messily, tongues flicking over lips and cheeks.

As much as she would like to watch, or maybe even join in, she would rather not interrupt and take Ronnie aside later and talk to her alone about it. Josie gives her father's flexing ass one last look as he impales her best friend again and again, licking her lips as she remembers her own time with the virile stud she craved for so long. Tearing her eyes away, she creeps past the open door, her passage unnoticed by the vigorously copulating pair. She bounces down the stairs, her huge heavy bosoms jumping up and down with each step. She heads towards the kitchen, smiling as she hears the moans of her father and friend echoing behind her.

Just wait 'till you have my ass, Daddy....

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Tanner's muscular torso no longer shines with water, but with a slick layer of sweat. His cock is tingling up and down the shaft, signalling his long overdue release. He gauges Ronnie, seeing that she is working towards another orgasm, and he adjusts his pace, wanting to get her there first.

"Tanner....fuck.....I'm gonna.....I'monna.....I'monnnnnna..."

Tanner grins down at her, his cock pistoning in a steady, vigorous pace in Ronnie's slick ass.

"Do it, baby. Once you cum it's my turn."

Ronnie nods, her fingers flying. Tanner feels her anal cavity clenching him tighter, and tighter still, as her orgasm builds. He gasps at the sensations, hanging on by a thread. Ronnie circles her clit with three sopping fingers, strumming her sore button down the home stretch. Her toes flex and her legs start trembling uncontrollably. The convulsions spread up through her body, and they are so intense Tanner feels them through her.

And it hits.

Ronnie jerks once, a full body spasm. Her neck wobbles loosely as her head flops down on the bed, her entire body begins to tremble like she has a chill. Her eyes cast about the room, seeing nothing as she falls over a cliff into pure ecstacy.

"Guuh...." She groans out, vaguely realizing that Tanner has kept his pace slow and steady instead of speeding up and pounding her through it. The sensation of his cock gliding in and out of her with delicious slowness as she comes is unlike anything she has ever felt. She feels boneless, her vision greying out at the edges. She makes no sound. She is falling...falling...

Tanner's cock is being strangled by her tightly clenching ass. Even with his slower pace, he knows he is about to lose the battle.

"Ronnie...." He grunts, teeth clenched. "Here it comes! I....I can't hold...it...."

Ronnie manages to turn her head towards him, slowly coming back to herself, even as her climax continues to batter at her like a series of rough waves does a seawall. She lifts one hand and touches her index finger to her lips.

"Here." She says, her tone dripping with pure wanton energy. "Feed me."

Tanner gives six more short quick pumps, and then withdraws from Ronnie's ass, eliciting an "oooooh" from her as her gaping anus is so suddenly vacated. He scrambles alongside her and knee walks up towards her face, holding his straining prick at the base. Ronnie rolls slightly onto her side facing him, and without hesitation she opens her mouth and engulfs him. But instead of pumping her mouth on him she holds the head of his cock still just past the barrier of her lips, and begins swirling her tongue in circles around the head, making sure to push up hard on his frenulum on each revolution.

Tanner begins to moan, and she sees his leg muscles quivering.

That's it, Tanner. Fill my fucking mouth. Shoot that thick cream right down my throat!

Ronnie makes two more revolutions, and on the third, her tongue is suddenly swirling through the midst of the first molten ribbon of thick silky cum as it gushes from Tanner's swollen head. The musky flavor overwhelms her, and she rests her tongue under the head as she pumps his shaft with her free hand, bracing for the deluge.

Almost immediately she is struggling. Two more salvos spurt directly upwards into the roof of her mouth, before dribbling down to pool on her tongue, and they are incredibly thick and powerful. The fourth is a like a spout, filling her mouth and trickling out one corner where it dribbles unhindered down to the point of her chin.

She hears Tanner's staccato moans in her ear as she releases his spurting head from her rapidly filling orifice. Once free, the shaft bounces slightly upward as it follows the stroke of her hand. As her fist reaches the base of his glans, yet another blast emerges, a dime-sized glob rocketing from the head, trailing a pencil-thick streamer behind it. It followed a long arcing trajectory, before the glob lands in her stripe of purple hair, and the stream paints a downward pearlescent stripe over her forehead, across her left eye, past the left side of her nose, to where it ends by dropping over the rim of her gaping lips into the pool of jism she is still holding upon her tongue like a delicacy to be savored.

Ronnie milks the bar of fleshy iron in her hand for all she is worth. The next spurt erupts even harder, missing her almost entirely to land heavily across the bedpread and lower edge of one of the pillows. Not wanting to waste any more, she lowers his spitting purple head towards her face, slowing her strokes as his spurts begin to lose some of their velocity.

But they're losing volume much slower. The next glob she pulls from him lands on the bridge of her nose, obscuring her piercing and snaking down over her upper lip, vibrating slightly as she hisses air past it through her nostrils. She moves his cock from side to side slightly as she continues jacking his slippery length, feeling warmth splashing her cheeks, running down towards her ears and neck. Finally, it slows to dribbles which land on her chin and meander down the gentle slope of her neck.

Ronnie looks up at Tanner through her only unspackled eye, unable to smile at him due to the sheer volume of thick creamy spunk she is holding on her tongue. He smiles back, gasping for air and utterly spent. Her face is wildly painted with thick, gluey ejaculate. It lays across her features in twisted, haphazard fashion. To him, she is utterly gorgeous wearing his copious spillage like a badge of honor.

Ronnie closes her mouth, and swallows with effort. Her throat bobs as the chowder-thick mouthful of sperm is greedily consumed, and as soon as her mouth is empty she raises her head and brings Tanner's slowly wilting shaft back inside it. She cleans the dregs from his head and shaft with great care, lovingly suckling him as she squeezes every drop up and out of the shaft she can get. When she is done Tanner flops down next to her, laying his arm across her stomach as she scoops her fingers through the copious amounts of cum on her face, before licking and sucking them clean over and over again, smacking her lips loudly and "mmmm"ing each ambrosial taste. Even as she does this, her legs curl up and she leans into him, her quaking form buttressed by his solid presence drawing her into a tight, soothing embrace.

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Josie is seated at the table twenty minutes later when Tanner and Veronica walk in, both of them totally nude. She looks up while chewing a mouthful of Honeycombs.

"Have fun?" She murmers through the sweet crunchy cereal as her mouth twists into an impish smile.

Even though at this point he's fucked both of them multiple times, Tanner still can't keep the slightest tinge of red off of his face. Josie catches his eyes dragging across her ample bosom, which rests on the edge of the table, her bowl snugged into the gap between her breasts. Her pussy flutters from his gaze.

Ronnie just smiles a Cheshire Cat grin and nods enthusiastically, crossing the kitchen with a scarcely noticable hint of tenative movement due to the thorough reaming of both of her holes. Here and there on her face can be seen slight shimmers of telltale smears of sperm her swiping fingers missed. Her purple streaked hair still contains its gellid deposit, the ivory stripe contrasting starkly with her raven locks. She reaches up into the cupboard and pulls down a bowl. As she takes a spot across the table from Josie, Josie pushes the box of cereal and carton of milk across to her.

 Ronnie prepares her cereal, but before she adds the milk Josie tuts at her.

"Forgetting something?" She says, pointing behind Ronnie at the counter.

Ronnie turns to see a full coffee pot, and she smiles.

"Pussycat, you always know exactly what is needed."

"Thank you." Josie preens from the praise.

Breakfast is light and pleasant, laughter and banter flowing easily between the three of them. Heavy eye contact is exchanged multiple times, and more than once eyes rake across naked flesh with longing. All three of them feel the pleasant butterflies, totally at ease with one another.

Ronnie drains her mug and pushes her empty bowl away. She rises from her chair and stretches, making sure to stand at the perfect angle for both of them to ogle her with impunity. Her pale skin shines in the sun coming through the window. Her belly piercing twinkles.

"Well, I think it's my turn for a shower." Ronnie says, "Don't wait up. Thanks to someone here I have to shampoo jizz out of my hair."

She looks pointedly at Tanner while dabbing the sperm rope still adorning her hair with her fingers, rubbing it between them like lotion as her brows draw together in an exaggerated scowl. Tanner and Josie laugh.

She strolls out, aware of two sets of eyes following her gently undulating backside out the door. She sucks her spunk covered fingertips clean as she begins mounting the stairs.

Josie bounces quite literally to her feet, her massive udders wobbling freely as she puts both her bowl and Ronnie's into the sink. She skips back over to her father and leans down to kiss him. Their tongues momentarily wrestle back and forth before she reluctantly pulls away.

"I'm gonna get dressed, Daddy. Do you want me to wear anything special?"

"Anything is special on you, pumpkin." He replies, watching her smile spread over her face like a sunrise. "But one thing, for me?"

"Yes, Daddy?" She breathes.

"No bra." He says.

Josie nods earnestly at him. She leans in for another kiss, then pauses and kisses him on his cheeks and forehead as well. Then she turns and walks out of the room.

Tanner gulps down the rest of his coffee and stands up too, already thinking about what he might wear today. He leaves the kitchen and goes up the stairs. He hears the shower running in the guest bath and passes Josie's closed door. Once he is in his room he walks to the bathroom to relieve himself, then heads to the dresser and opens the top drawer, rummaging for underwear and socks.

"Daddy?"

Tanner turns, and there is Josie standing in his doorway, still nude. His brows raise inquisitively.

"Yes, pumpkin?"

Josie fidgets slightly, biting her lip. Her hands are clasped demurely in front of her.

"I want you." She suddenly blurts. "I want you inside me."

And with those words, a switch is flipped.

Tanner crosses the distance that separates them in two powerful strides. Josie lunges for him as well, and their mouths crash together a fraction of a second before their bodies do. Their hands grope everywhere they can touch, Josie begins gently pumping his quickly engorging erection while massaging and tickling his heavy, hanging ballsack, and Tanner reaches between her legs to gently probe her leaking sex with his fingers. He finds her to be sopping wet in anticipation.

Josie moans, squeezing his hard cock gently as she pumps. Her tits are crushed against his chest, and her nipples feel fantastic brushing across the hair there.

Tanner drags her down to the floor, panting like a wild animal. He quickly slides between her legs as she eagerly spreads them for him. She grabs his cock again and pulls him to her, shifting her hips to align him and mashing his head into her steaming hot pussy. Then he pushes into her with almost no resistance, despite the dryness of his cock. He feels like he has sunk into a pool of warm honey. Tanner sighs contentedly as he pins her beneath him and starts thrusting.

Josie entwines him within her legs, gasping as she is filled. She moans and reaches up with her hands, capturing his face between them as her eyes bore into his.

"Stay right here." She says, eyes glittering. "Stay right here with me, Daddy."

Tanner nods, eyes half lidded. He pumps her creamy pussy, losing himself in her eyes which burn like green fire. They are rutting like animals, murmuring endearments and encouragement for more, faster, harder to each other. Josie works her clit as she is fucked, the angle of her arms lifting her tits up and pushing them together where they bounce and jiggle in time with Tanner's thrusts. She opens every part of herself to him, allowing him total access to every piece of her. And her brain screams with desire to take all he can give into her.

"I'm gonna cum already Daddy!" She says, the words tumbling over each other. The squelching and slurping noises of their union provide a steady background soundtrack to their fucking.

"Yes, baby girl. Do it for Daddy." He murmurs back at her. He thrusts extra deep, his head pushing against her cervix.

"Daddy." She groans, tingling as she feels the spreading warmth. "I want you to cum with me."

"Yeah?" Tanner growls. "You want it?"

"Yessss." She hisses, "Little Girl Josie" creeping into her tone. "Inside. I want it all inside my kitty."

"Oh FUCK." Tanner blurts, picking up the pace.

"Are you gonna do it?" Josie replies, eyes imploring him, her face the picture of pinup girl innocence even as her syrupy tunnel is rent time and again by nine inches of thrusting cockmeat. Her sweet, girlish tone sends nuclear-hot pulses of electric, vibrating heat straight from his ears to his trembling shaft. She squeezes him tightly with her muscles. "You gonna squirt all that gooey stuff deep in my tummy?"

"Yes. Oh yes, oh fuck Josie girl!"

"Unnngh, do it Daddy. Fill your baby girl's pussy with all your hot sticky cum!"

Their joined sexes are a sopping mess, his thick shaft gliding in and out of her smoothly and easily due to her oozing depths. His balls contract upwards and he pounds her as hard as he can.

"Oh god, Josie! Coming now!"

"Me too, Daddy!" She squeaks "Me tooooooooooohhhhhhhh!"

Tanner feels Josie's pussy walls contract around his auguring shaft as he pushes deep and starts a series of shallow, three inch thrusts. His plum sized head begins spitting globs of thick sperm deep into her womb, drenching the portal to her uterus. With every jet of potent seed he fires into his daughter, his balls contact forcefully, so forcefully Josie feels them rubbing against her lower labia even as she strokes her engorged clit through a tooth clenching orgasm.

And through it all they never break eye contact. Riding their individual orgasmic waves and watching the other doing the same drives their climaxes ever higher. They cling to each other as they spasm and convulse together, every tremor sending another blast of Tanner's silky jism into Josie's creamy center.

Tanner's orgasm tapers off, the final few weak discharges painting the depths of Josie's contracting cunt, and he relaxes down onto the soft natural pillow of his daughter's heaving chest. They feel warm and soft against his cheek.

"I love it when you fuck me, Daddy." She coos at him, stroking his hair and giggling, her dimpled cheeks framing her pearly white smile. "And I love it soooo much when you shoot in me."

"Your little kitty milks me dry, baby." He replies, sighing and relaxing further into her soft curves. "I'm.....going to stay right here for a while."

"Okay, Daddy." Josie says, giggling anew as she feels a slow ooze of his freshly deposited load begin trickling down the crack of her ass. "Stay right here. Your baby wants cuddles too."

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Ronnie exits the bathroom, towel tucked above the swell of her milky white breasts. She walks down the hall and glances into Tanner's bedroom. She immediately sees the disjointed pair on the floor, still intimately linked, arms wrapped around each other. She can't prevent the openmouthed smile of joy and amusement from blossoming across her face as she covers her mouth with her hand to stifle her girlish squeal. Josie sees Ronnie over Tanner's shoulder, and lifts one finger to her lips in a shushing motion even as her other hand continues to stroke his hair.

Ronnie nods, blowing a kiss to Josie and winking. She turns and pads silently away, leaving the two lovers to their post-coital bliss.

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Thirty-five minutes later Tanner is back downstairs, now fully dressed. With extreme reluctance he had released his baby girl from his arms after a good long cuddle, excusing her to her room with a firm, playful swat on the backside that made her yip with surprise. Her inner thighs glistened with dribbling rivulets of fresh sperm, trickling slowly down her smooth, tanned skin. He could her her giggling all the way down the hall to her room.

He is attired in dark grey cargo shorts and a maroon T shirt. The shirt is molded to his torso like it has been tattoooed on, showing the definition in his arms, chest, and abs. On his feet are comfortable sneakers with short socks. His hair is spiked, and his facial hair is neat and tidy.

Tanner is lounging on the couch in the living room. A San Francisco Giants baseball game is on, but he's paying it only superficial attention. What he's really interested in is the day ahead with the girls.

As if on cue, Ronnie walks into the room. She's wearing skintight black yoga pants accented with white, and based on the visible cleft showing on her crotch, panties were not on today's agenda. Her labial mound bulges out in stark relief, even more noticable since her thighs don't touch. She also wears a low cut, matching sports top, the tight fabric pushing tantalizing titflesh upwards to display a truly bewitching expanse of cleavage. Like Tanner, she also has on sneakers. Her hair is gelled down smooth once again, and her almond shaped eyes dance behind her thick rimmed glasses. She wears very little makeup, most prominent is the bright purple lipstick she has applied to match her hair.

"Hi Tanner." She breathes.

"Hello, Ronnie." He replies, making show of checking her out.

Ronnie smiles coquettishly and turns this way and that, showing off for him. For a finale she turns and bends forward at the waist, hands locking easily around her ankles as she pushes her black-clad peach of an ass towards him, giving it a little back and forth wiggle.

"Steady on." He warns. "Keep that up and all we'll be doing is fucking today."

"Is that so bad?" Ronnie says teasingly. But she stands up straight and walks over to him, fingers reaching out to stroke his cheek as she spins and plops down next to him, angling in close and leaning into him as he drapes his arm over her shoulders. Her sigh of contentment is clearly audible.

"Not normally." He replies, "As much as that appeals to me, I want to do other fun stuff with you girls too. There's not much time left until you're back to school."

Ronnie sighs again, this time not in contentment.

"True." She says. She leans in close, burrowing into his comforting presense.

"Daddy? Ronnie?" Calls a voice from the foyer.

"In here, pumpkin." Tanner replies.

Josie flounces into the room, and once again Tanner is reminded of her superbly sexy physicality. She's wearing her plaid schoolgirl skirt, white thigh-high stockings, and black shoes. A tight, high necked black T shirt is being stretched obscenely by her bounteous breasts. The shirt is so short the bottom inch or two of her heavy globes are openly out in view, showing him that she did not wear a bra as he asked her. Her midriff is bare, showing off her soft, slight tummy. Her nipples tent the material, poking outward towards her father. Around her neck is a matching black choker, and on the shining silver tag is the phrase "Daddy's girl". Her hair is drawn up into two short braided tails fastened in place with matching plaid hair ties. She has applied makeup as well, heavier than Ronnie. Her eye shadow is dark and sultry, and her lips are cherry red, so much that they're almost neon in their intensity.

"Wow." Tanner gapes. "Pumpkin, you're so beautiful."

Josie blushes and fidgets, brushing at her skirt.

"Thank you, Daddy." She chirps, voice sliding into her "Little girl Josie" tone. "I like looking pretty for you."

"Come here." He says, beckoning to her.

Josie skips over, her short skirt swishing around her hips, her breasts bouncing and wobbling in their skintight containment like two giant jello molds. They bounce so hard on their downward trajectory they are in danger of popping out of her dangerously short shirt on every step. She plops down right into Tanner's lap, straddling him and leaning in close, darting in to kiss him on the forehead as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Tanner rests his hands on her hips, sliding them up higher and fluttering his fingers in a quick tickling motion on her bare waist, drawing a giggle from her.

"Daddy, you're bein' silly." She says, eyes shining.

"I see you remembered no bra. Good girl." He replies.

Josie nods enthusiastically.

"I sure did!" She leans forward, whispering "And know what else?"

"What?" He answers.

"I did more than that."

Josie raises up on her knees, and grabs the bottom of her skirt. She hauls it upwards and Tanner sees her bare, perfectly smooth slit fully exposed underneath. He absently licks his lips and stirs slightly underneath her.

Josie giggles, wriggling in his embrace.

"The air tickles my kitty, Daddy."

"Very nice, pumpkin." He murmurs back to her, his hands squeezing her hips and bringing her back down tightly against him. "I like knowing that you're always ready to be touched by me."

"Always." She responds breathily, shifting in his lap and moistening her lips.

"Down, girl." He replies teasingly. "We've played a lot this morning already. Let's do some other fun stuff too."

Josie squeaks with joy.

"I'm soooo ready to do fun stuff!" She says, leaning into her father and hugging him tightly, crushing her heavy jugs into his chest on purpose.

Ronnie pipes up from her position at Tanner's side, her hand coming up to rest lightly on Josie's backside.

"It's going to be a very good day." She says, giving the pliable cheek a squeeze.

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Tanner tells the girls that he has decided to take them on a day trip to Lake Tahoe. All three head out to the garage, where Tanner's forest green Ford Expedition is parked. Tanner prefers a large vehicle for extended trips, but he also owns a much more sensible Toyota for his daily driver.

They climb into the car. Tanner is driving, with Josie riding shotgun. Ronnie sits in the wide backseat right in the middle.

The sky is clear and the weather comfortable. Lake Tahoe is ice cold basically year round, so they do not bring their swimsuits since summer isn't in full swing yet. Traffic is sparse for a weekday, and the views are spectacular. Green expanses of pine trees blanket the mountainsides, mixed in with accents of brown soil, and grey rock. The highway follows the mountain's curves, and Tanner expertly guides the SUV around the scattered 18 wheelers slowly grinding their way up to the summit, before the descent into the state of Nevada.

The girls chatter with vivacious energy, repeatedly teasing each other good naturedly and laughing together. Josie cranks up the radio and they sing songs as well. Josie also occasionally stretches out her hand to rest it on Tanner's thigh as he drives. Whenever he glances towards her she dimples prettily, looking at him demurely as she bats her lashes his way.

When they finally arrive at the west shore after an hour of driving, they slowly travel along the main road in town. Heavy logs and wood accented with stone makes up most of the architecture, giving the impression of cozy mountain cabins. Through the trees and buildings on the right side of the road, the expanse of Lake Tahoe can be seen stretching off into the distance. The water is an intensely vivid blue. Josie and Ronnie keep their eyes peeled for shops, and they bleat excitedly for Tanner to park when they find good ones.

The girls mostly window shop, Tanner walking with them, never allowed to drift more than a few feet away. They leave no mystery to his status with them. They orbit him like two extremely fuckable planets. He is bombarded by suggestive looks, flirtatous smiles, and more than a few deliberate, sexy poses from his two companions. They unashamedly run their hands over him too, squeezing the knotted cords of muscle in his arms, scratching their nails over his chest, leaning in for deep kisses that steal the breath from each other, backing into him and gently twerking their supple young backsides into his groin, oblivious to whatever stares they may cause.

And neither are his hands idle. He brazenly cups breasts and bottoms, and enjoys hearing their gasps as he gives slight course correcting tugs to their arms as they navigate the scattered throngs while strolling from shop to shop. At one point, he clasped his hand on the back of Josie's neck to guide her past an older couple walking in front of them, and her knees almost buckled.

Tanner sees the reactions of people around them too. Many a side-eye is thrown the girl's way from the local men. More than a few gawk openly at Josie's bouncing globes as they repeatedly make bids for freedom, necessitating her constant readjusting of her shirt to keep them tenuously contained. She purposefully walks with a slightly exaggerated gait, causing both of her jiggling tits to bounce like a pair of fleshy basketballs under their thin black covering. They ripple deliciously with each foot's impact, hypnotizing most who see them and conjuring more than a few dirty thoughts. Whenever she has a need to bend over she does so at the waist, keeping her knees straight so her skirt rides up over the twin tanned orbs of her heavenly, bubbly ass. Her smooth, pristine slit openly comes into view every time, drawing the occasional giggle or breathy sigh from her as any stray wafts of breeze tickle her precious womanly charms. Anyone behind her and slightly at an angle would be in for a double treat as her shirt would usually also ride up under her pendulously hanging bosoms to expose nearly half their surface area, stopping usually millimeters short of her straining pink nipples.

Not to be outdone, Veronica almost slithers with a composed serpentine grace. Her toned thighs and ass flex and pop beneath the confines of her tight clothes, and she occasionally brushes her trailing fingertips over the enticing pale curve of her straining breasts, subtly tugging at the top to adjust it, while at the same time providing much less obvious jiggles and jostles than her more voluptuous pussycat to the bugging eyes they are surrounded with. She casts predatory looks around her, openly eye fucking any attractive ones who will make eye contact, be they male or female. Any who hold the contact for long enough earn a sly, oily smile from her that could be compared to the way a lion would smile at a gazelle.

And through it all, Tanner is their base, their rock. No matter how many times they break from his side, they are drawn back to him inexorably, like iron filings to a magnet. His firm, unwavering gaze upon them as well as his constant solid presence sends both their hearts pumping, and their dirty minds working. He sees carefully contained lust blazing in their eyes, fires stoking for an eventual climactic encounter.

Tanner also sees women taking notice of the rejuvinated mass of his steely erection as it fills out the front of his shorts, urged back to life by the constant enticement from his pair of wanton vixens. He sees many eyes widen and more than a few tongues flick across succulent soft lips. His meticulously sculpted body only invites more stares, and more than a few catty, jealous looks at the two sexpots who are never too far away, and who both disclose in no uncertain terms by their open lustful demeanor that his bulge is already accounted for. 

After a while the girls announce they are hungry, and so they find a lovely posh restaurant right on the water, asking to be seated on the open patio. They pass the time waiting to order watching the array of boats that look like they are riding the luminous rays of the sun reflected off of the startlingly blue surface of the lake, a blueness mirrored by the gorgeous sky above, punctuated by stray wisps of windblown white clouds.

Their orders arrive quickly. Josie gets the Maine Lobster Roll, Veronica gets Filet Mignon Gyro Tacos, and Tanner gets a Japanese Wagyu Beef burger with white cheddar cheese and applewood smoked bacon. The girls have wine, while Tanner has a few bottles of beer. Afterwards, they split a slice of the signature dessert, known as a "Hula Pie". Pulses quicken as Tanner teasingly spoons bites of scrumptious chocolate decadence into a pair of moist, enticing mouths. Errant dollops of fresh made whipped topping is licked from pouty lips as two shapely backsides squirm in two sun warmed seats.

Tanner suddenly becomes aware of their server standing near his elbow, gawking at their display, the check held forgotten in her hand. She is a cute, petite blonde with long, curly locks. She possesses a trim, tight figure, her B-cup chest covered by a uniform that conceals her lithe charms. She is also very short, measuring in at a tiny 4" 11. As Tanner looks up at her, she blushes and extends her hand. Her nametag reads "Breanna".

"Here you are, sir." She says, her professional demeanor only mildy betrayed by a slightly tremulous delivery. "Can I get anything else for you today?"

"No thank you." Tanner replies, sliding cash into the sleeve. "Outstanding service. And keep the change."

She smiles and nods, plucking the sleeve from his outstretched hand and walking away. Tanner notices that as she reaches the door, she pauses and glances back at him before disappearing inside.

"Ooooooooh," Comes the sultry voice from across the table. "She wanted that dick. Did you see that sweet little thing, Josie? I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head."

Josie giggles.

"Understandable." She glances at her father. "Who wouldn't want a piece of him?"

Suddenly Josie's face shifts, becoming more thoughtful.

"I gotta go to the bathroom. Ronnie, will you come with me please?"

Ronnie nods, and they both stand up and walk towards the interior of the restaurant, both of their hands trailing along Tanner's shoulders as they pass him on opposite sides. They enter the bathroom and do their business. As they wash their hands, Josie turns to Ronnie.

"I saw what you were doing this morning."

Ronnie grins, remembering.

"And?" She says, the word hanging between them.

"And....it made me jealous. It made me want him to fuck my ass too.....but...."

"But you're nervous because you've never had a cock in your ass, let alone one that big."

"Yes."

"And you're afraid to let him down, even though you know you won't, no matter what happens."

"Yes."

"I see."

Ronnie dries her hands and turns to Josie, cupping her cheeks in her hands.

"Pussycat, I can understand being nervous. And I know how important this will be for you. So I'll help you. I'll be right there the whole time, guiding. Watching. Would you like that, baby?"

Josie nods, nuzzling her cheeks into Ronnie's hands.

"Well then, I think we need to add another stop to the list today."

"Where?" Josie asks.

"Know any sex shops in the area?"

"I don't, but I'm sure Google does."

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The girls walk back out to Tanner's table, slinking up behind him on each side, leaning down into him and pressing their heavy racks into the back of his head and shoulders. Their breath wafts over his ears, bringing goosebumps to his skin.

"Let's go, baby." Ronnie says. "We have another stop."

"Oh?" Tanner says, "And where is that?"

"You'll see."

Tanner stands up and they all head towards the exit. When they pass through the restaurant interior Tanner glances to one side into the main bar area. There he sees the little blonde server, "Breanna". She's picking up a tray of drinks to take back outside. As she lifts the tray she glances up and catches his eye. He smiles warmly at her, nodding slightly. He sees the slight flush to her cheeks, and she smiles back as she turns and walks away.

Ronnie and Josie guide Tanner towards the north coast of Lake Tahoe, the navigation on their phone calling out directions as they go. They casually deflect any questions about what their destination is, telling him he'll find out when they get there.

"In 1,000 feet, your destination will be on the left." The phone finally says.

Tanner slows slightly, watching for his turn. When the phone indicates it, he makes the left into a parking lot. There across the way is a sex shop.

Tanner smiles.

"Apparently you both have gotten some ideas today." He says, glancing at the girls, who are both grinning like cats who are looking to catch a certain canary.

"A few." Ronnie confirms as Tanner parks. "We need to pick up a few surprises. Would you be a dear and wait here? Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

Tanner chuckles.

"No problem. The two of you have batted a thousand on your surprises so far. I can wait to see what they are."

Ronnie leans forward and kisses Tanner on the right cheek before opening her door and walking arm in arm with Josie into the shop's interior.

The two of them are greeted by the man behind the counter, whose gaze lingers on their supple, young bodies straining the confines of their tight fitting clothes. Ronnie practically drags Josie past him over to the dildos.

"Okay, if youre going to have a chance to take that monster tonight we need to get you warmed up first. So I'm thinking of getting two dildos of different sizes. How about seven and nine inches? I think that sounds good, you?"

Josie chews her lip nervously, arms folded in front of her. Her gaze is taking in the larger dildos in boxes, wondering how in the hell she is going to fit nine thick inches up her tight, virgin ass.

"I don't know, Ronnie. It looks like it might be too much....I just...."

"Calm down." Ronnie says, eyes boring into Josie's. "That's why I'm here. You won't be doing this alone. Trust me. And trust him. I thought he was going to split me open this morning, teaching me the lesson he did. But he was careful. He went slow, and eventually I got it in, and it was good, pussycat. It was so good. And I'm going to help both of you. But make no mistake, the only holes he's reaming out tonight are yours."

Josie took a few slow steady breaths to calm herself. She nodded slowly, a firm set clenching her jaw.

"Yes, Mistress." She said. "Okay. Yes, let's go with your idea."

Ronnie and Josie select two flesh colored vibrating dildos in the proper sizes. They set them on the counter and go back out into the store. Ronnie selects a large bottle of coconut flavored lube, which goes on the counter with the rest.

"Okay, pussycat. Head back outside now. I still have a few more things to get, and not even you get to see them."

She leans in and kisses Josie hard on the mouth, their tongues dancing and wrestling as their jutting breasts rub over each other, their nipples hardening under their clothes. The kiss goes on and on, their hands beginning to wander, breath coming in hissing pants through their flaring nostrils.

Josie reluctantly breaks the kiss, her face flushed, bountiful chest heaving. She smiles at Ronnie and slowly strolls out, flicking the back of her skirt up as she passes through the door, feeling Ronnie's grin upon seeing her cheeks.

Ronnie turns back towards the counter, seeing that the store employee is standing there with his mouth hanging open. She smiles and heads towards the back of the store where the clothing racks are.

"Made you lo-oooook." Comes her retreating voice in a singsong tone, as the store worker wipes his perspiring brow with a handkerchief.