She was my father’s new love, the first in years. They were even talking of marriage. Any fantasies I had of her being with me were just that. Absurd fantasies. But I couldn’t help myself. We would sit together watching romantic comedies until my father came home, and then in the privacy of my bedroom I would quietly work myself through a series of orgasms while listening to the less than subtle fucking across the hallway.
Absurd fantasies… until the night we kissed, and kissed, and kissed for hours, hands exploring each other, mouths exploring each other. I kissed the breasts that my father must have kissed a thousand times, and sucked on the nipples he must have sucked, and my fingers penetrated that same sweet centre that his “big, beautiful cock” fucked nightly.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered between kisses, though she made no effort to move my fingers from her clit – and what an astonishing clit it is, easily an inch long and almost more like a tiny cock than a clit. I slid down onto my knees and took it into my mouth, sucking gently as I licked the shaft and the delicate, folding labia around it.
“Stop,” she whispered, but I was determined to make her come. I lifted my hands to her breasts and teased her nipples with my thumbs. “Stop,” she said again, though she held my head in place as my tongue swirled lovingly about her clit. I could tell from her breathing that she was close, and I pushed her steadily higher towards the summit of pleasure.
Sharp fingernails dug into my scalp as she climaxed, and she convulsed delightfully beneath me as I continued to work her through a long, intense orgasm…
… until she pushed me away firmly, and I relented at last. Straddling her on the sofa, I kissed her deeply with lips that were wet from below.
The sound of keys in the front door was like a splash of cold water. I snatched up my clothes and ran up the stairs. When my father peeked through the door a few minutes later, I pretended to be fast asleep. I was far too wired to sleep, though. I was soon working my way to a blissful climax while listening to the woman who had just come in my mouth beg my father to come in hers.
The threat of discovery is an aphrodisiac for Sarah, I came to realise. She loves my father, but can’t resist flirting with me. Our Thursday evenings are spent kissing and making love on the sofa in front of the television, right up until the jangle of keys announcing my father’s return.
Sometimes we even do it in her bed, the same bed in which she and my father regularly fuck. Especially when the weather is warm, so that the balcony door can be left open, letting fresh air in and any moans of desire and cries of pleasure out.
One of my favourite toys I like to use with her is a double-dildo strap-on, one end inserted within me, the other projecting out like a purple cock. I love fucking her with it and then making her suck it afterwards. There is something deliciously naughty in the idea that both my father and I are fucking the same woman.
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