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Third story ( a request): Kristina
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He was awake even though it was past midnight. He didn't sleep so well
since his wife was hardly at home anymore, working for a large
investment firm and going on business trips very frequently. His
daughter was out with a college friend, and so he had the large house to
himself, listening to faint noises coming from the walls, interrupted
by stray cats in the street fighting over some trash. He wasn't really
worried about Kristina being out so late, she was 18 and able to look
after herself. He just wasn't used to being alone. He went to the
kitchen to get a glass of milk. He didn't believe in Whisky or any other
alcohol against insomnia, it would only make him feel dizzy and sick.
Just when he had filled his glass and set it down in front of him on the
table, he heard a key in the lock of the front door, and in came
Kristina. She was in tears, but she also looked gorgeous, due to her
short black dress and the even features of her face, alas spoilt now by
ruined mascara. It occured to him that he had never noticed his girl
growing into a woman. "What happened?", he asked. Instead of answering,
she threw herself onto his lap and embraced him in a huge hug. "Oh,
daddy, I went out with this guy Jason, but he turned out a complete
jerk! We went to the movies and then McDonalds, and while we ate all he
could talk about was highscore this and superhack that and how great he
was with computers. He never even noticed I was there. Until, that is,
when his best buddy Nick along with some other guys turned up, and he
made a gesture (she showed me how he made a ring with thumb and index
finger and pushed the other index finger through the hole), and he
thought I didn't see it, and the guys were all cheers. I asked him to
drive me home, and just when we got here he tried to get under my dress.
It was disgusting! I slapped him in the face and came in. How could I
be so wrong about Jason?" She started to sob again and put her forehead
against his neck. "Now, now", he said softly and stroked her hair. "I
was just having a glass of milk. Do you want one as well? Or I can give
you the whole bottle, and you can throw it against his car if he's still
in our driveway!" Kristina let out an involuntary chuckle. He took her
face into his hands and held her a little apart from his face. She broke
into a broad smile. "Oh daddy, you're really the best!" He looked at
her and saw a younger, fresher, less burnt-out version of his wife.
Besides, her sitting on his lap with just the skimpy dress and him
already being in his pajamas had an unforeseeable effect. He had a
boner, and she sat on it. She looked at him, and saw a gentle, mature
man, quite attractive actually, apart from a little belly, he had blue
eyes, strong features, strawberry blond hair. She saw a man who had
always be protective of her, never hurt her, always treated her fair,
helped her, supported her. And that was when they realized that they
were actually in love, and they pushed their lips against each other's
mouths and started to kiss like mad. Their tongues met, and the border
was crossed. They were french-kissing now. Kristina felt how wet she
became between her legs and also realized her dad's boner now. She
grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. He was
stunned. For the first time he saw the beautiful breasts of his daughter
in full bloom, just covered by a black but rather transparent lace bra.
She tore open his pajama jacket, got up, knelt down in front of him and
pulled down his pajama pants. His cock nearly hit her in the face. She
grabbed it and immediately started to give him a blowjob. She did it
really professionally, her lips gliding up and down his shaft in slow
but steady motion, and he wondered where her experience came from. His
cock was almost bursting now, and it was him now who crossed the last
border when he asked her "May I fuck you?" She let his dick glide out of
her mouth and whispered "Yes!" And then she shouted it again. She got
up, turned around, put her hands on the table and presented her back
side to him. The high heels she was wearing for the evening made her ass
really stand out. It was a tight, fit, apple-like ass, one he'd never
seen like that or maybe just a few times twenty-two years back on his
wife.H egot up and helped her out of her string tanga, also black lace,
then gently touched her cunt. He wasn't really surprised to find it
shaved. She was already very wet, and he was pleased and surprised at
the same time. Gently he pushed his dick into her soft, war, moist
entrance, and he noticed that she wasn't a virgin. He started to fuck
her gently, but she pushed her ass towards him with every push of him,
so he began to push harder until they frantically fucked. "I want to see
you, your face, your tits!" he moaned, and Kristina turned around
quickly as agile as a really professional cheerleader. He resumed
fucking her and couldn't get enough of watching her face, essentially
her mom's face but younger, in sheer ecstacy. He said "We haven't had
our milk yet!" and grabbed the glass. He poured some of it into her half
open mouth where it instantly spluttered out again and ran across her
face and her neck. And he poured some of it over her tits and started to
lick her clean immediately. Now she bucked like a wild horse, only
inches away from a really impressive orgasm. She pulled his head towards
hers, and with her mouth half full of milk, she french-kissed him
again. That was when his body decided he should come, and his groins
emptied into the belly of his daughter. She had also come several times
already, and finally rested her body flat on the table. Both were really
exhausted, but they had to admit that they had just had the very best
sex in their lives. For Kristina this meant that her father was the best
out of three guys she had fucked so far, while he could draw from a
larger sample but still decided that it had never been better. They
didn't want to fall asleep on the kitchen table, so they went to have a
shower together (just to save water, of course), and then cuddled
against each other in his marital bed. It felt great, and it felt good,
and it felt right.
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Posted on : Jun 23, 2011
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