Breast Obsessed Ch. 04 part 2 by breastman80

Less than ten minutes later Ronnie comes out of the store, toting two large black plastic bags with her. She immediately walks a few doors down to a small mini mart, and asks to use the restroom. Mercifully, it is a clean and tidy one. She quickly opens both of the dildo boxes, and washes them with soap and hot water before loading them with batteries she got from the sex store. She tests them, shivering slightly at the varying speeds of vibration echoing down her forearm. She imagines the toll they will soon take on Josie's pert little bunghole and grins to herself. She throws the boxes away and slips them back into the bag, also making sure to unscrew the lid on the lube and remove the small circular stopper that keeps it from coming out through the spout. Satisfied that her prep has been sufficient, she gathers her items and leaves the mini mart.

She walks over to the driver's side door of Tanner's SUV and peeks through the window, thoroughly amused and unsurprised at what she beholds there.

Josie lays splayed on her back across the passenger seat and center console, her head is nuzzled in close to Tanner's chest, and they are wildly necking. Tanner's right hand has pulled Josie's shirt up to her neck, allowing her twin peaks with their pebbled, erect nipples and goosebumped skin to be on full display to any who might happen by. He roughly manhandles her bountiful udders, squeezing and molding them, his fingers leaving slowly fading marks of white from forcing the blood out of the vessels near the surface. He tweaks and rolls her nipples, tugging and releasing them to spring back, which makes the surface of her titanic mounds jostle like a pair of enormous water-filled bags. By going up on her tiptoes on the running board, Ronnie can see Josie's own hands buried under her skirt, and she can guess what she is doing. Good. No problem with Josie kicking the tires a bit before she lights the fires.

Ronnie strolls around the back of the car, whistling a bit under her breath. She pops the rear door and climbs in, her sudden noise and movement going completely unnoticed by the couple in the front seat. She sets the dildo and lube bag on the floor in front of her seat, then places her surprise bag on the third row seating. Josie's high-pitched pants of need serenade her every movement, and she smells the unmistakable scent of pussy in heat.

Ronnie turns back to the overwhelmingly hot sight of Josie's right tit distorting and bulging under the rough ministrations of Tanner's meaty paw. Her gumdrop nipple pokes between his middle and ring finger, and he brings them together around it like closing a pair of scissors, tugging hard as Josie mewls past their joined lips.

Ronnie sees both of Josie's forearms gyrating, her clit surely being assaulted by her slit-slick fingers. She merely sits back in the seat and watches, enjoying the show playing out in front of her.

Josie's hips begin slowly rising off of the seat, her thighs flexing as her shapely derriere lifts up towards the lower edge of the window, her juicy pink lips fully exposed through the passenger side as her fingers rhythmically strum her engorged clit. She begins a slow, full body tremble. Her utterances gain a note of desperation as they quicken, rising in pitch and tone. Tanner releases his viselike grip on her boob and swings his hand in a short crisp stroke upward, his hand rebounding off the lower curve of Josie's breast with a resounding smack. The udder bounces and wobbles, Josie's hoarse screech of pleasure echoing as their lips separate.

Her undulating, wailing moan pours out of Josie Macallister's mouth as her fingers batter down the gates locking away her sticky, shuddering climax. Her hips hump air wantonly as she rubs herself through the first body-numbing pulses. She moans into her father's mouth as their sizzling lips meld together again, convulsing as her breathing falters into uneven gasps and her throat locks.

From the back seat Ronnie sees Josie's arm move in a quick series of jerks, and she hears a repeated smacking noise coming from Josie's hidden hands. As the merciless clit-spanking commences, Josie's bleats of pleasure turn high-pitched and keening.

Ronnie grins as her squealing friend convulses and she sees droplets of fluid marking the lower edge of the closed passenger window, twinkling like stars in the sex shop's exterior lighting. Ronnie squeezes her own tits through her tight top with one hand as she runs her fingers down the moist fabric nestled between her juicy cunt lips.

Josie bucks like a bronco as she spanks her clit, moan-screaming around she and her father's twisting tongues. Her head tosses free of the smoldering union of their mouths, and her teeth grit as she rides the final moments of a body-wracking cum.

"Uh huh huh huuuuuuuh Daddeeeeeeeeee...." She sobs out, as Tanner enfolds her in his arms as she flexes hard one final time, hand resuming a gentle circular motion on her tender, stinging button as she wilts into a slack puddle of contentment.

Ronnie snaps out of her sudden distracted haze, realizing she is vigorously rubbing her clit through the thin yoga pants. Reluctantly she stops ministering to herself and leans forward between the seats, her full, plush lips gently peppering Josie's heaving titflesh with moist, hot kisses as she pants. She hears a throaty, feminine purr from her friend, and she continues raining kisses down upon her exposed skin unabated until Josie's breathing has finally normalized, and she begins to shift in Tanner's solid clutches.

Joise slowly pulls herself up out of her father's all-encompassing embrace, eyes slightly droopy, makeup askew. She grins weakly at Ronnie and begins crawling up and over the center console into the backseat. As she does this Tanner glances up into the rear view mirror, and catches a glimpse there of her sopping labia and her juice-besmeared ass cheeks and inner thighs as her shapely bum crests the console and she folds into the backseat, weakly crawling up into Ronnie's arms, pushing her back and nuzzling her nose-to-nose.

"You started that." Josie murmurs dreamily, pecking Ronnie on the mouth as she eases her back into a supine position across the seat.

"I did." Ronnie confirms, feeling the heavy weight of Josie's magnificent tits dragging across her chest. "Tanner, head for home. And please be careful. Josie and I will be unbuckled back here."

"You've got it."

The engine rumbles to life and Tanner guides them back on the road, heading south back to the west coast of the lake so he can hook up with the road that takes them back to the highway. The sun is sinking behind the mountains, the shadows growing longer.

As they start traveling, Ronnie and Josie begin stripping each other in the backseat. Josie's shirt goes off, and she quickly divests Ronnie of her leggings and top. Their warm, naked bodies press together as they kiss and stroke each other.

"Turn around." Ronnie orders, their lips wet and juicy from their kissing. Josie giggles and turns around astride her. Ronnie looks up between a pair of tanned thighs at Josie's open pink flower, caked with wetness. And then Josie lowers it down upon her mouth, sighing as Ronnie encircles her clit with her pouting lips and twirls her tongue over it.

"Mmmm lick me, Mistress." Josie croons "I love your tongue so much."

Ronnie's pussy aches with need, and she reaches up with her hand to push Josie's face down towards her juicy cleft peeking out of her widely spread thighs. Josie dives in eagerly, gobbling Ronnie's hot, musky flavor as she wildly licks and slurps her juicy quim. For the longest while the only sounds Tanner can hear from the backseat is moans muffled by hot pussy lips. Then he hears the crinkle of the bag on the floor. He tries to ignore the pulse of his straining erection tenting the front of his shorts.

Ronnie roots around in the bag blindly, her eyes locked on Josie's tight asshole inches from her face as she continues to bathe her pussycat's hot slit with her tongue. She manages to find the lube bottle and draws it out, popping the top open with her thumb as she reaches and upends the bottle over Josie's ass crack, dribbling a large dollop of coconut lube down the canyon between her cheeks. Josie moans as she feels it oozing down.

Ronnie lays the bottle close beside her on the seat, and then reaches around with her hand and presses her middle finger into the river of coconut slime slowly dribbling down. She rubs it into Josie's tight backdoor, feeling the ring of muscles pushing against her fingertip.

Josie moans again, and Ronnie suddenly answers with one of her own when she feels a hot sucking mouth clamp down around her clit as a swirling tongue tornado envelops it in wet, silken pleasure. She continues to poke and prod at Josie's asshole while she keeps massaging and spreading slick lube over every exposed inch of her ass crack. She tastes a hint of coconut in her mouth as she laps at her friend's folds.

Ronnie retrieves the lube bottle and holds it above Josie's back with one hand. Her other hand dives back into the bag, and through trial and error she finds the seven inch dildo. She raises it up over Josie's back as well, liberally slathering the firm, veined surface with a generous coating of lube. Down goes the tube back to her side, and she brings the dildo's mushroom head dragging down the crack of Josie's ass to align with her tight backdoor.

Ronnie holds on tight as Josie resumes an enthusiastic attack on her thoroughly sloppy crotch. Her hips grind into Josie's mouth as she sucks and slobbers on every inch of exposed flesh she can reach between her legs. She turns her head to the side and suckles hard on the inside of Ronnie's thighs, tongue twisting across her goosefleshed skin like a writhing snake.

Ronnie feels the beginning tingles of an approaching orgasm as she begins pressing the head of the dildo into Josie's backdoor. Josie tenses slightly, but moans and pushes against it.

"Relax baby." Ronnie gushes out, before sticking her tongue deep between Josie's labial folds and licking up all the oozing juices she can get.

Josie moans and breathes deeply as the head begins opening her ass. She holds herself steady at the stretching sensation of her flexing ring of muscles, and sighs as the head slips past the ring, which clenches around the base of it and keeps it from slipping out.

Ronnie pumps the dildo gently, pushing more inside on each stroke, but gauging Josie's reactions to make sure she doesn't go too fast. Her head is spinning from the overwhelming sensations of Josie's hot honey hole smothering her face and smearing it with juices. Every breath she takes is an overdose of the overpowering scent of her sex. Her fist clenches the rapidly sinking dildo and crams in another inch as Josie whimpers and writhes on top of her, her mountainous globes mashing into Ronnie's toned abs.

Josie feels somewhat stretched, and the seven incher isn't all that thin, so there are twinging stabs of slight discomfort. Suddenly she feels the bulbous end of the dildo touch her ass crack on each side. It's bottomed out, and the full sensation is nail-bitingly good despite the discomfort, especially combined with the gyrating tongue that continues to feast upon her other hole.

A second later Josie's world explodes as Ronnie twists the power dial on the end of the dildo and the entire length begins a slow steady vibrational assault against the clenching walls of her ass. Josie throws her head back and moans, her hand coming up to her mouth where she sucks two of her fingers messily, drenching them with saliva. She then slides both of those fingers directly up Ronnie's steaming snatch as far as they can go, finger fucking her with gusto as the vibrations in her ass seem to settle into her bones. 

And so it continues. As the vehicle they ride in eats up the miles, the two young sluts in the backseat continue to eat each other up. Ronnie pumps the dildo in her friends ass, going slow at first and then adjusting up to a fast, hard plowing of her sensitive backdoor. She continues to lick and suck her juicy box as her own leaking slot is messily fingered.

After about 15 minutes, Ronnie and Josie both cum in rapid sequence. Josie goes first, noting how different an ass orgasm feels as her Mistress sucks her clit greedily as she soaks her face with hot fluids.

The spurts of girl goo on Ronnie's face is what drives her over the brink, and their moans crescendo and bounce off of each other in a sexy duet as they both spasm in each other's arms.

Not long after that Josie feels the presence of the dildo withdrawing, and she moans as her stretched ass releases the invader. She goes back to suckling Ronnie's clit until she feels a new presence pressing into her loosened asshole. Again she feels a fat heavy head worming it's way inside her. As she begins enveloping the length, she feels how much further it is stretching her open, and she whimpers and squirms.

Ronnie goes slow, easing the monstrous 9 inch dildo up her friend's ass. The entire length is slick with coconut lube, and she sees Josie's tight sphincter stretching wide around the veiny intruder.

"Ahh, Ronnie! Wait wait wait!"

Ronnie feels increased resistance as Josie's ass tightens up, and freezes. She gently kisses her friend's clit until she feels the pressure on the shaft abate. Then she resumes pushing.

Finally, after numerous pauses to relax into the dildo's inevitable progress, Josie grunts as she feels the familiar sensation in between her cheeks of the dildo bottoming out within her. She can't believe how tightly she is stretched.

"Relax, and lay against me, pussycat." Ronnie says. "We're going to stay like this."

Josie closes her eyes and relaxes into Ronnie. Suddenly she feels the familiar low vibrations through her bowels as Ronnie switches on the dildo.

"Oh fuck, Ronnie. Oh fuuuuck!"

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Tanner pulls into the garage, trying to remember when he's been more turned on in his life. The last hour has been spent listening to moans and groans from the backseat, and his mind has been conjuring all sorts of delicious scenarios that could be playing out behind him. During the trip the sun set fully, so he couldn't see anything going on behind him.

After he parks and shuts off the car he climbs out and opens the back door. Ronnie immediately slides out, nude. She smiles at him and leans in for a kiss, holding her two black bags. On her heels comes Josie, moving somewhat gingerly. She smiles warmly at him, looking a bit worse for wear. She also leans in for a kiss, giving Tanner a second sampling of the heady scent of pussy they are both wearing on their faces like perfume.

"Okay, Tanner." Ronnie says, "Go upstairs and shower. Then come to your room. Don't rush, because I'll need time to set up."

"Okay." Tanner replies. "See you soon."

He walks into the house, flicking on lights as he goes. He starts up the shower in the guest bath and strips quickly, a knot of butterflies forming in his stomach for what awaits him.

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Ronnie and Josie enter the house shortly thereafter. They go straight up to Tanner's room, flicking on the lights. Ronnie drops the two bags by the bed and turns to Josie, still moving gingerly from her recently stretched ass. Ronnie pulled the dildo shortly before they arrived back to the house.

"Okay, pussycat. I've brought some things for you. Want to see them now?"

Josie nods, equal parts excitement and trepidation written plainly on her features.

Ronnie picks up the other bag and begins drawing out items, placing them on the bedspread one at a time. Ronnie watches Josie's expression as the items are revealed. She begins to flush, fidgeting and biting her lip.

"Oh boy." She says very softly. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

"The best kind." Ronnie says. "I'm going to get dressed, then we'll get you set up. I can't wait to see the look on his face."

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After his slow shower Tanner towels himself off. He wonders what waits for him down the hall. After finishing up he leaves the bathroom and approaches his own door. He knocks.

"We're ready." Comes Ronnie's reply. "Come in."

Taking a deep breath, he twists the knob and opens it, thinking he is prepared for anything.

He is wrong.

In front of him is his bed, and Ronnie is standing next to it. She has changed into a black leather corset, black garters, and black leather, high heeled, thigh-high boots. Spiked bracelets adorn her wrists. In her right hand is a riding crop. She smiles at him in a welcoming fashion, turning and gesturing towards the bed.

Tanner gulps when he beholds the tableau awaiting him there.

Josie is on her knees facing away from him, still wearing her stockings and skirt. Her shoes are gone. She is bent in half, her tanned ass sticking up into the air, and he sees that her wrists are cuffed to her ankles with double sided figure eight shaped cuffs, keeping her bent over and effectively bound. Pillows are under each knee, lifting her ass even higher, and he sees the shining reflection of her thoroughly lubed ass crack. Her asshole is not puckered tightly like normal, but relaxed and slightly open, due to the hour of stretching it received.

"Show him your face." Ronnie barks, tapping the crop forcefully against Josie's ass.

Josie groans, nodding. She turns her head to look back, and Tanner feels his cock flex and begin to fill.

Josie attempts to smile at him, but it's almost impossible. And the reason why is that she's wearing a ring gag.

"Ooooouuuh. Ooooouuuugh." She grunts, flicking her tongue through the ring jammed between her upper and lower jaw, secured with straps to the back of her head.

"Do you know what this is about, Tanner?" Ronnie inquires, tapping the crop gently against Josie's ass in a steady rhythm as she squirms and grunts through the gag.

"What is it?" He asks.

Ronnie grins evily.

"She saw you fucking my ass this morning, Tanner. She saw you stuffing that pussy-tamer up my ass, and she got jealous. She wants her Daddy's big fat cock jammed up her slutty little butt too. Don't you, little girl?"

Crack goes the crop against Josie's presented backside.

"Uuuuunghuuuuh!" Josie blubbers, nodding her head rapidly. "Unghuh unghuh unghuh!"

"She wants you to ream her out, Tanner. And more importantly, she wants you to be the first to ream her out."

"First.....?" Tanner breathes, insight dawning. Josie turns her head at his tone, eyes sparkling. She nods meaningfully, mouth working the gag. As he watches he sees a single ropey strand of saliva leak out of her mouth and drop to the bedspread.

Tanner's cock lurches, thickening further and beginning to raise up away from his body.

Ronnie strolls over to him and takes Tanner's hand, bringing him towards the bed.

"She's ready for you, Tanner. Her ass is lubed and stretched. She's eager to be your little butt slut, aren't you?"

Crack.

"Uuung! Yeeth!" Comes the garbled reply. "Dooo muueeee Daaahhheee!"

"Not so fast." Ronnie chides, "First we have to get him ready too."

She takes Tanner around the bed and pulls him up onto it by the headboard. She guides him to sit down and lean back against it, extending his legs out in front of him. They rest on either side of Josie's head, his solid tower of flesh six inches in front of her face. She drinks it in with her eyes, drooling and groaning.

Tanner has never been so hard. His cock stands up straight, jumping and flexing in time with his heartbeats. A single pearly drop of precum disgorges from his head and trickles down his flared crown. When Josie sees it she grunts and strains at her bonds, tongue sticking out through the ring and wiggling.

Ronnie settles into Tanner's side, curling into him while lowering her mouth towards his cock. She kisses the drop of his manly nectar and licks it off of her lips.

"Yummy." She teases Josie.

Josie moans forlornly, her ass wiggling.

Ronnie lowers herself again and begins kissing Tanner's engorged cockhead. She licks it lovingly, slowly, making repeated eye contact with Josie as she suckles her friend's father's straining erection.

Josie keeps looking up at Tanner. He can't believe how...composed she looks, bound in front of him. She's looking up at him with complete acceptance of her current situation. Her eyes glitter with anticipation.

Ronnie swallows him deeper into her mouth, humming around his length as she slobbers all over his tool. She pumps her mouth on him as she fondles his full heavy balls, hefting and rolling them in front of his daughter's hungry gaze.

"Peethe." Josie groans.

"What was that?" Ronnie asks, pausing with her cheek pressed against Tanner's straining, spit slick shaft. She pumps it with shallow hand strokes, eyes shining.

"Peethe." Josie repeats, eyes flicking to Tanner's balls.

Ronnie nods and grins.

"I see what she wants."

She grabs Tanner's hips, giving him a tug.

"Scootch down, Tanner." She says, "Your little butt slut wants to tongue bathe your balls. Don't you, butt slut?"

Josie nods enthusiastically, tongue flicking as more drool falls through her forced open lips.

Tanner slides down lower, closing the distance. Josie lowers her head level with his huge balls, making a strangled noise in the back of her throat.

Tanner moans as his balls are tickled by his daughters wriggling, moist tongue. She purrs as she bathes them, rubbing her lips over the surface of his tightly drawn sperm tanks.

As Tanner enjoys his daughter's ministrations, Ronnie impales her mouth on his length again, gurgling appreciatively as she swallows most of him, slathering him with more ropey strands of gooey spit.

After only a few heavenly minutes Ronnie slowly disgorges his dripping shaft from her throat. She wipes her mouth with her hand and slides to the edge of the bed, grabbing Tanner's hand and dragging him along. Josie moans with frustration as his hot flesh is pulled away from her worshipping mouth.

Ronnie swats Josie's raised ass with the crop.

"Quiet!" She barks. "He's about to take your little slutty ass. Now be still, and take him all the way, like a good little whore does."

Josie nods, lowering her head and giving a slow back and forth wiggle to her ass, pushing her knees as far apart as she can manage to present her holes for use.

Tanner knee walks behind his daughter's upraised behind, his eyes finding her winking sphincter, still shining with coconut lube. Before he leans into her Ronnie is there, squeezing another syrupy dollop down her crack and rubbing it into her skin. Then she grabs Tanner's shaft with one hand and squeezes a bead down his entire length. Then she massages the lube into his cockflesh with twisting strokes of both hands. Tanner moans at the intense friction.

"Do it." She commands him. "Fuck your little butt slut."

Josie gurgles deep in her throat. She humps her butt up and down eagerly. Ronnie reaches out and spreads Josie's cheeks as wide as possible as Tanner slides up behind her, his fat cockhead nosing against her tight backdoor.

Tanner pushes, her ass opening fairly easy for him, due to almost an hour's worth of a similarly proportioned shaft vibrating up her butt on the ride home. She moans and squirms as he slowly inches his way inside, breathing hard through her mouth.

"How beautiful." Ronnie breathes, stroking Josie's tanned rear end as Tanner's thick shaft continues to disappear into it.

"Uuuuuungh!" Josie grunts. "Uuuuuuuungh yeeeeth!"

Tanner is awestruck by how tight she is. His slowly disappearing length is immediately encompassed by a sleeve of contracting pleasure. His eyes travel up past the twin bubbles of her cheeks, over her bronzed back, and up to her head, which she has turned as far as she can to look back towards him, jaw working, working, working the gag.

"Dahhee." She murmurs, tone dripping with affection. "Dahhee."

Tanner's balls bump up against his little girls labia, his entire length now firmly entrenched up her contracting anal cavity. He pauses and sighs, feeling her muscles fluttering against his shaft.

Ronnie leans into him, their foreheads touching, her hands grasping his and guiding them up to grip Josie tightly by her hips.

"Divine, isn't she?" She says, tone dripping with undisguised pride.

"Yes." Tanner breathes, feeling the heat of his little girl through his shaft.

"She's waiting." Ronnie says softly.

Tanner draws back, his thick veiny shaft reappearing all the way up to the base of his engorged glans, before he pushes it right back in, bottoming her out again. Josie gurgles and twitches.

"Uuuuuugh!" She moans.

And Tanner falls into a steady rhythm. His daughter's tight bum holds him snugly as he begins to fuck her ass in earnest. Josie squeals like a filly, head thrashing back and forth. Moans and gurgles of pleasure fill the silence in the room. She begins using her minimal leverage to push back at her father, driving their bodies together with repeated fleshy claps.

Ronnie settles back onto the bed, lazily plucking at her clit with her fingers as she watches the primal anal fucking unfolding in front of her. She takes in all of it. Tanner's chisled musculature as he holds his conquest in place beneath his animalistic pumping, Josie's frozen form as she can do nothing but take everything she is given.

Tanner groans as he bottoms out again and pauses for a moment, gasping at the tingling sensations in his shaft. There's no way he's going to let himself blow this soon. He squeezes her hips in his hands, waiting for his impending orgasm to abate.

When he feels confident enough to not flood his daughter's bowels with spurts of hot jizz as soon as he starts moving again, he slowly begins thrusting anew, sighing with pleasure as his cock is massaged from root to tip by her clenching sphincter.

"You look so good fucking her ass, Tanner." Ronnie pants, fingers flying on her sopping cleft. "Fuck that little whore."

Tanner grits his teeth, a low, rumbling growl building in his chest. His pace begins to ramp up, his pistoning tool punishing his daughter's asshole. Josie begins a series of high pitched panting exhalations as her backdoor yields to the brutish invasion.

"Uuuuuuuugh! Fuuuughh muueeee!" She keens lustily.

Tanner's hips move with machinelike precision, his strokes taking almost his entire engorged length to the depths of his daughter and back. Her asshole stretches and squeezes him, pulling his shaft as he withdraws, beckoning him back into her warm, cozy recesses.

"Hhuuuuuuuugh! Ooohhhgh guuuaaaggg!" Josie blubbers.

Tanner's focus begins to narrow. He closes his eyes, feeling his awareness drawing into himself. The sensation is unlike anything he has ever felt, and he.....welcomes it. His breath comes in pants, his blood pounds in his ears. His teeth clench tightly, and his fingers dig into his daughters hips as he loses himself completely in the act of fucking her ass.

His senses dim, and it seems like the only thing he can feel is the silken heat of his daughter's ass, and her skin under his palms. He begins to mutter under his breath.

"Little fucking whore. Little fucking whore. Little fucking whore."

Josie is falling too. The merciless, neverending assault on her shapely virgin backdoor is breaking her. She gives herself over to the sensations, her vision greying out. She can no longer form even the garbled words she had employed up until now.

Suddenly she feels a new sensation. A hand under her hips, probing for her leaking pussy. Once it finds it the hand is withdrawn, to be replaced with a firm, thick, rounded object.

The large dildo.

Oh fuck oh fuck Ronnie no no no.......

And then with a firm push Josie is impaled by another thick, nine inch invader. She groans as her pussy is stuffed, feeling like the two fleshy shafts are almost rubbing together through the walls of her contacting orifices. Once it is buried inside Ronnie releases it, not making an attempt to fuck her dripping front hole.

Instead, she switches it on full blast.

Noooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh

Josie's body seizes up as she explosively cums. Her trembling pussy gushes and spits as both holes flex around the twin shafts filling her. She is unable to escape due to her father's unyeilding grip on her hips as his cock continues to stir her insides like a fleshy battering ram. Meanwhile, the neverending buzz of the dildo feels like it is shaking her to her core. The dull vibrations become almost her entire world, but if she focuses she can almost hear the repeated, rapid slap sounds as her father's hips meet her jiggling ass cheeks. It sounds very far away. As soon as her orgasm begins to subside, another hits, even harder. Josie screeches, her brain echoing the sensation even as her body continues to yield to her father's use of her slippery anus.

Ronnie settles back in next to the pair after switching on the dildo. She has seen the signs before. They are both experiencing "drop". Subs and doms can fall so far into play with each other that it almost feels like an out of body experience. Senses narrow, as well as awareness of one's surroundings. The world narrows down to the act taking place, and nothing more. If left long enough, the drop usually becomes a ride on an endless wave of pleasure. Most importantly, aftercare must be employed to bring the person "back" to themselves after the play ends.

And they are both there. Tanner pounds robotically, his breathing fast and erratic. His teeth are clenched and he is hunched possessively over his daughter's raised ass. He is a rutting stag atop his bleating mate, repeating "little fucking whore" over and over again like a neverending mantra.

Josie is a babbling mess. An unbroken stream of gobbling, garbled moans is flowing out of her mouth unhindered. Her head is resting sideways on the bed, eyes half rolled back, unseeing. Her tongue protrudes from her mouth. She is now cumming without pause, no longer experiencing individual separate moments but rather one long unbroken one.

Ronnie moves up towards Josie to check her, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

"Josie?" She says loudly, "Pussycat? Can you hear me?"

Josie's eyes flick slightly towards her, focusing for the briefest of moments. She continues emit an unbroken string of unintelligible groans. Her whole body begins to seize uncontrollably, shaking like she's being electrocuted.

"Pussycat!" Ronnie repeats, "Nod if you hear me, or I'm going to stop this!"

Josie's head moves jerkily up, then down. She seems to see Ronnie almost for the first time, a single tear sliding from the corner of her eye. Her groans subside for a moment.

"Ruughnneee! Peeeethe!' She chokes out. "Peeeeethe!"

Her eyes flick back towards her father.

Ronnie understands, and moves. She darts around Tanner's back as she scoops up the bottle of lube. She squeezes a glob into her hand and reaches under Tanner's humping ass, slathering the lube up and down his own crack all the way up to his balls. Tossing away the bottle, she flops down on her back with her head underneath his swinging ballsack. She scoots forward while spreading the lube remnants over her middle finger. She raises it up and worms the tip into his ass up to the first knuckle as she watches the swing of his heavy sack, timing the moment.

Now!

Ronnie raises up and closes her mouth over the cluster of nerves behind Tanner's balls with her hot sucking mouth, rooting at his contracting pouch like a pig searching for truffles. She sets her tongue twirling as she sinks her middle finger up Tanner's ass in one smooth push, strumming his prostate with an expert touch.

 Tanner bellows like a mad bull as his climax is suddenly forced upon him, his cock lurching within his daughter's bowels and launching salvos of hot spunk missiles deep into her ass. He pumps weakly, face reddening as he rides the best orgasm he has ever felt. His cock spasms over and over, belching thick gouts of cream from his contracting balls. He pulses at least a dozen times, emptying his soul into his baby girl one pearlescent blast at a time.

"Oh god!" he groans, "Oh god!"

Ronnie withdraws her finger and scrambles out from under him, sliding in next to him and touching his face.

"Tanner, look at me! It's ok!"

"What the fuck?! What the fuck!?" His eyes dart around the room, almost like he's taking it in for the first time.

"Slide out, baby. Take your cock out of Josie." Ronnie coaches, her voice warm syrup.

She pushes gently on his chest, moving him back, his still firm shaft sliding free, followed by a waterfall of creamy white sperm that gushes out and flows over the end of the dildo and Josie's still spasming pussy.

Ronnie reaches down and flicks off the dildo, easing it slowly out of Josie as her garbled moans subside into hoarse, wheezing pants. She tosses it aside and turns to grab Tanner, who is puffing air through clenched teeth, his eyes wide and intensely focused.

"It's ok baby, come here."

She hugs him, stroking his back and whispering in his ear.

"Lay down with me. Come on, Tanner."

She helps ease him down to his back, stroking his face and crooning to him.

"Stay, baby. Don't move. I'll be right back."

She turns and takes in Josie's inert form. She's still wheezing through the gag, and Ronnie reaches back and unfastens it, pulling it free gently from her mouth. The restraints come off with a simple rip of the velcro fasteners.

"Josie, move with me." She says, covering Josie with her body and wrapping her arms around her from the right side. She rolls her over her own body, pushing her in tight to Tanner's side and moving their arms around each other. Finally, Ronnie slithers sideways and straddles each of them, arms and thighs blanketing them both, her head close to both of theirs, whispering loving endearments to each one of them as they slowly begin to climb out of their foggy mental state. She kisses from one to the other, peppering their faces as she whispers to them.

Breathing slows, heart rates normalize, and the haze gradually lifts. Kisses are exchanged between all three, huddling close together in a tight, intimate embrace.

"I'm proud of you two." Ronnie says, smiling warmly at each of them. Suddenly she feels tears welling in her eyes, and before she can stop them they are flowing freely. Ronnie's lip trembles as she weeps in the arms of two of her favorite people.

"Ronnie? What's the matter?" Josie asks, her voice concerned.

"It's just....." Ronnie says haltingly, "You two were so....beautiful. You were both so deep. You were lost in each other."

She smiles, huddling close.

"Thank you." She says. "Thank you for letting me see."

"No, thank you, Ronnie." Tanner replies, squeezing his two girls tightly to his chest as they begin the slow descent together into a restful slumber.

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TWO DAYS LATER

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Tanner Macallister stands by his front living room window, staring out at the bright morning light, brooding. A cup of lukewarm coffee is forgotten in his right hand.

Spring break is ending. The girls are upstairs gathering the last of their belongings, soon they will both be on the road back down south. The last week has been an absolute whirlwind, peaking at the incredibly intense anal session they had shared two nights prior. The last two days had been more wonderful memories. They had cooked steaks outside in Tanner's backyard, swimming together in the pool nude, teasing and play wrestling. It had moved to the bedroom where Ronnie had watched Tanner and Josie engage in another hot, slippery tittyfuck, and then taken a turn of her own, peppering him with an unbroken string of filthy sex talk as his cock pistoned between her pale bosoms.

Finally the girls laid him down on his back and they each wrapped their hands around his slippery shaft, all four hands stroking and pumping until his cock unleashed geysering ribbons of heavy, thick sperm that arched upwards and then fell down over his crotch, stomach, and chest. Then the girls had crawled all over him, greedily siphoning the splatters of thick white cream with their mouths and tongues.

They all fell asleep in Tanner's bed that night, and when they woke up this morning it was right back to where they had left off. Ronnie had straddled Josie while Tanner took her from behind, switching back and forth between their dripping holes as their breasts and mouths mashed together over and over again and their fingers ground against their tingling clits. Finally Tanner had begun shooting deep inside his daughter, but pulled out and switched to Ronnie mid orgasm to finish his toe-curling orgasm by hosing down her insides as well.

After breakfast and showers, time could no longer be denied. Josie and Ronnie had classes the next morning, and a nearly day long drive ahead of them. So the girls had gone upstairs while Tanner waited to see them off below.

Tanner suddenly hears the soft, repeated clump noises of Ronnie pulling her small wheeled suitcase down the stairs. He sighs, and turns away from the window while placing his coffee cup on a nearby end table. He strolls into the foyer, hands morosely stuffed in his pockets as the girls reach the bottom of the stairs.

Josie is wearing the schoolgirl uniform she wore on the day of her arrival, sans the navy blue jacket, likely due to the heat of the day. Her top three buttons are open, showing the same breathtaking expanse of creamy smooth, bronzed titflesh that had started them down this road together. This time there is no black bra outline, instead Tanner can faintly see her pert nipples through the thin white material. Her hair is again pulled back in twin pigtail braids, forever the sexy little girl. A large duffel bag is held in her right hand.

Ronnie is wearing a flower print sundress with thin spaghetti straps. The wispy material is clingy without being too snug around her bust, tummy, and hips, while the short skirt reaches mid thigh. Simple sandals adorn her feet. She rolls her suitcase to a stop.

They stand in silence for a few moments, milking their remaining time for every second that they can. Tanner clears his throat.

"Do you both have everything?" He asks.

"I think so." Ronnie replies, and then smiles wanely "If we did forget anything, we can get it next time we come back."

She steps forward, sliding her hands around Tanner's hips as she steps into his embrace. She leans into his chest for a few moments, breathing his scent deep into her lungs as his arms encircle her shoulders tightly.

"I'm going to miss you." She says, voice muffled by his chest.

"Me too." He replies. "I've never met anyone quite like you."

She chuckles, turning her head upwards and kissing him tenderly on the lips.

"Same here." She says huskily, eyes sparkling.

She releases him and steps back, turning towards Josie, who is already moving.

Tanner can barely get him arms wide enough in time to catch his baby girl as she bull rushes into him, burying her face into his chest like Ronnie did, trembling with choked back sobs.

"Daddy...." She whispers, "I don't wanna go. I don't wanna....."

"There there." He soothes, stroking her hair. "You have to, baby. You have school. You've come too far to blow it off now. You're almost done."

"It's not fair." She pouts, sniffling.

"Hey, it won't be for long." He says, patting and stroking her back. "You're going to be graduating in a few months, both of you. And I'll be there to see it."

Josie leans back to look up at him, a smile breaking through on her face.

"You mean it?" She squeaks.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." He replies warmly.

Josie hugs him tightly again, sighing contentedly.

"Ok," She says, "Ok, I'm ready."

As she steps back to release him she goes up on her toes and presses her lips to her father's, melding them together in a silent, tender testimony to their feelings for each other.

Finally they break and step back, and Tanner holds the door for them as they head outside. He helps load their luggage into their cars, and they exchange a final flurry of heated, desperate goodbyes.

At last Tanner stands in his driveway, waving at the two cars as they pull out of his driveway and head off down the road, both honking at him as they go. He stands there in silence and watches until they are out of sight, before turning and walking back into his house, the door clicking shut behind him.

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EPILOGUE: ONE WEEK LATER

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Breanna Leidecker pauses after setting down the tray of empty glasses, leaning on the counter for a moment to take a few calming breaths. Most of her shift has been quiet, but now things are picking up, and she's just trying to finish out the day with a minimum of stress.

A waiter from another section brushes past her.

"Head's up." He says, "They just seated someone else in your section. I guess they asked for you by name, too."

"Wonderful." Brenna sighs, fussing at the wisps of blonde hair framing her face, the rest of it's long, curly mass pulled back in a tight ponytail. She scoops up her tablet and pencil and breezes out the door, walking to her section. She sees the person with their back to her, looking at the menu. It's a tall man with sandy blonde hair.

Breanna walks up beside the table, smiling widely.

"Hello, sir. Welcome in today, can I start you off with....."

The man looks up at her, and her gut flutters as she sees the grin of recognition there. It's the man she saw before with the two women, who had been spoon feeding them in a truly exotic fashion. He had been on her mind the whole rest of the night.

And he asked for her by name.

"Well hello." He greets her, setting the menu down. "I was hoping you would be here tonight."

He is dressed in clean pressed slacks and an immaculate button up shirt and tie. A suit jacket is hung across the back of the other chair at the table.

"I'd like to start off with a Maker's Mark over ice, please."

Breanna nods in a somewhat flustered fashion as she writes it down. She can feel his eyes burning into her.

"Anything else?" She asks, "An appetizer, maybe?"

He ponders for a moment.

"I'll take the oysters." He says.

Breanna nods and takes his menu, walking quickly away as her stomach flutters with butterflies.

The man spent about thirty minutes in her section, making small talk whenever she stopped by to check on him as he ate his oysters and sipped at his whiskey. He spoke to her in a relaxed, respectful fashion. His flirtatious gaze and the smile that touched the corners of his mouth got her blood flowing more every time she stood next to him.

Finally he asked for the check, and when she brought it he once again placed cash inside while not asking for change.

"Well, thank you for coming in." She says, heart pumping.

"Breanna," He says, "Can I ask you something?"

Her name drips like honey from his lips. She takes a deep breath and nods.

"What time is your shift over?"

Her body tingles all over, and she fidgets with the check in her hands.

"In about 30 minutes." She replies, brushing at her hair again.

"Would you like me to meet you here when it's over?"

Again a wave of tingles passes through her.

"Um, yeah." She says, smiling brightly. "I'd like that."

"Ok," He says, finishing off his whiskey with a tinkle of ice cubes and setting his glass on the table. "I'll see you then."

Breanna nods and hurries away, now looking even more forward to the end of her workday.

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An hour later Breanna is straddling Tanner's lap in the back of his SUV, which is parked at the far end of a mostly deserted parking lot under the shade of a few trees. Her panty-clad crotch is rubbing against a steely bar of flesh as he sucks and bites at her erect nipples. Their clothes are in a pile on the seat next to them.

"Oh god." She breathes, "I want that cock inside me."

Tanner lifts her slight form up with one hand with ease, his other hand tugging her panties down over her ass and off, and then raising his thick shaft up to rub against her damp mound.

Breanna pants as she shifts in his arms, rolling her hips to move him into position, feeling his thick head rubbing back and forth across her labia, before aligning with her wet, pink hole.

Tanner grips her tight, petite butt in his hands and begins to lower her down, her soft folds parting for his entry. She moans and clings to him as her tiny, svelte form trembles in his lap. She kisses him with fervor as he stretches her open.

Down, down, down, her hips slide, until more than half his length is buried within her. She braces her knees on each side of his hips as he slouches slightly in the seat, allowing himself to thrust upwards easier into her. His shaft slides out, the veiny column of meat coated with slick secretions before it plunges back in, pushing even further up inside her moist, leaking slot.

Breanna begins to bounce her hips on Tanner's lap, rising just far enough to drag his shaft out of her insides all the way up to the head before she forces him back up inside her to the balls, over and over again. After three or four strokes his shaft is fully coated with a slick layer of her juices, allowing him to glide easily along his entire length.

Breanna holds his shoulders tightly as she rides him, every push of his invading shaft stirring her insides into a torrent of tingling pleasure. Her nipples brush his chest as his fingers dig into her taut butt cheeks, helping her bouncing bottom maintain a quick steady rhythm as she massages his thick tool with repeated squeezes of the muscular walls of her pussy.

Breanna casts a glance over her shoulder at the phone propped on the center console, flashing a quick grin.

"You've got lucky girlfriends." She gasps, grinding her hips as she puckers a kiss towards the lens.

"I do." He grunts, hands roughly forcing her ass down on his crotch as he burrows deep within her again. "You're putting on quite the show for them."

She grins wickedly.

"Let's make them jealous."

She shifts in his arms, planting both her her feet flat on the seat next to Tanner and raising up, deep squatting over him as she piledrives her juicy pink cunt along his entire length, her tight backdoor flexing every time he bottoms out. His widely spread thighs showing his full, hanging balls to the camera as they draw up against his body and sway with every impact.

Tanner moans as her tiny butt slaps against his hips on each stroke, the pert flesh vibrating slightly. He slaps her butt cheeks one after the other, causing her to giggle as she shortens the strokes of her hips and grinds his length deep within her.

"Oh fuck, work that dick." She murmurs, taking him all the way in and undulating her hips forwards and back, dragging her juicy lips back and forth on the base of his throbbing pole.

They begin sweating together in the grip of the warm leather of the backseat, their skin glistening as their loins grind together. The pace goes back and forth from rapid-fire, shallow thrusts to long, slow deep strokes that touch his throbbing head to the spongy wall of her cervix.

Breanna kisses him, tapping into a part of herself she didn't know she had. She had been a bit jealous of the two girls with him the last time he was here, but when he told her that he wanted to tease them with a video of him fucking another girl, she found herself getting excited at the prospect of riding this strapping guy to return that jealousy to them.

Tanner's cock is being strangled by petite, nineteen year old pussy. Her sopping walls throttle his shaft from base to tip, the ring of muscles in her young, hungry cunt massaging him higher towards ecstacy. The throbbing in his flared crown is now beginning to spread down his shaft, heralding an imminent eruption.

"Keep riding, baby." He groans, "Gonna cum soon."

"Oh yes!" Breanna coos, giving a rapid series of bounces on his straining length. "I want you to shoot all that cum!"

"Oh fuck," Tanner hisses, tone rising. "It's building up."

"Yessss." Breanna says, squeezing the tower of flesh within her tightly as she pumps him towards a creamy blast-off. "I'm getting close too!"

Tanner and Breanna throw their bodies together violently as they push hard to the finish line, an overwhelming wave of tingling pleasure focused into the nine inches of their two bodies sawing back and forth against each other in hot, slippery union.

"Oh fuck!" Tanner growls, "I'm gonna cum!"

Breanna murmurs encouragment as he approaches his peak, her tight, young pussy continuing to smother his stabbing length in an all-encompassing embrace of honey coated velvet.

Tanner gives voice to an urgent string of moans as he begins to topple over the brink, fluids building and straining within him as they approach their inevitable release in gushing jets of spurting white cream.

Breanna squats her pistoning quim over him in one last rapid-fire burst, impaling herself on his engorged length as she feels his cock lurch within her with his first gooey discharge. Her sex trembles in approaching orgasm as she begins grinding his forceful ejaculation out of him, ribbons of jizz launching deep within her.

After three convulsing spurts, Breanna shoves up and away, his white-frosted shaft slurping completely out of her clenching slit's soaking grip as she leaps off of his lap and slips onto her knees on one side of him, head laying sideways against his stomach as she grabs his bobbing prick. Another white salvo arcs from him, dropping down across her cheek and lips as she kisses his cockhead and strokes him through his cum, making sure to catch every hot eruption on her exposed cheek, as well as look directly at the filming phone. She feels his release splashing into her curly blonde locks and across her ear as his powerful jets of thick, heavy spunk are jerked out of him by her tiny clenching hand.

As she strokes him her other hand worms down between her trembling thighs and dips into a warm, gooey mess oozing from between her open labial lips. She coats her fingers with his silky load, and applies her slippery fingers to her clit as she pushes herself into a body quaking orgasm, biting her lip as she squeaks and pants through the tremors, feeling the last heavy dribbles of musky sperm oozing onto her lips and chin with each tug of her fist behind his fat, leaking head.

Tanner lays back, panting as a small mouth begins to suckle at the remnants of cum flowing from the end of his cock. He pets her rump approvingly as her own trembles begin to subside.

"Good girl." He says, collapsing back and enjoying the small vixen's lapping of his nectar from his head and shaft. "Let's give them a wave."

Breanna giggles as they both wave to the camera. She then wipes her fingers through a smear of jizz on her cheek and pops it in her mouth before she reaches for the phone to hand back to Tanner.

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"Wow." Ronnie says as the clip ends, glancing over at Josie next to her on her bed in their dorm room, both of them flushed with what they just witnessed on Ronnie's laptop, which sits in front of them on the bed as well.

"Yeah." Josie says, "That was fucking hot. Especially how tiny she looked in his lap." 

"Yeah." Ronnie says, tugging absently at the bottom of her shirt. She glances at Josie.

"So you wanna..."

"Fuck yes."

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Later that evening Tanner is sitting in his chair at home, another whiskey next to him, reading.

VVVVHHHHHHBBBB VVVVHHHHHHBBB.

Tanner's phone vibrates on the end table next to him. As he reaches for it, it vibrates three more times in a row. He pulls it up and sees the text messages from Josie's phone. He opens the conversation.

The first is a text message.

That was fucking scorching. We both wish we were riding you like that. You've got us horny as fuck, Daddy.

The next three are pictures.

The first is centered on a laptop computer sitting on bedcovers. On the screen is a still frame of Breanna mid-bounce on his cock. He can see the sheen of slick juices coating him. Josie and Ronnie's faces frame the laptop screen, bookending it between them. Josie is holding the phone and making a kissy face, as Ronnie flashes the "tongue between two fingers" gesture.

The second is a close up between a pair of spread, tanned thighs. Ronnie has her tongue lapping against the clit as she forces a flesh colored dildo up his daughter's juicy cunt.

And the third is a reverse of the previous, as his daughter assaults the creamy bald cleft between Ronnie's milky thighs with a long vibrating invader as her tongue works on her hooded pink button.

VVVVHHHHHHBBB VVVVHHHHHHBBB

Another text message.

See you at graduation, Daddy. I love you.

Tanner's fingers tap on the keys on his touchscreen.

I love you too, pumpkin.

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