Im Mels Dad 22 In The Long Ago

Twenty Two

'In the Long Ago'

I sit on a towel at the edge of our bed, warm and wet from our shower. My legs spread wide, slowly stroking my stiff cock.

I'm engaged in my favorite spectator sport, watching you.

You sit on the vanity bench, facing me and brushing your hair.

Your eyes gaze into mine. You look down and watch my hand gripping my throbbing rod.

Your eyes gaze into mine. You look down and watch my hand sliding up and down on my cock.

You eyes gaze into mine.

And I watch your brush glide through your damp golden strands.

I love the movement of your arms. I love the way your breasts are lifted and lowered by your labor of self-love.

I have never known why I was so enamored of hair.

Like the song said, "Gimme head with hair, long beautiful hair, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen."

I really don't care how it comes. Any length, any color, any style.

Hair.

But your hair, never cut, never dyed, the color of sweet golden honey.

And I -

"Dad?"

You startle me. I was lost in the vision.

"Yeah, Sweet?"

"You gonna tell me?"

"Tell you?"

"...'The long ago'..."

"Ahhh, yes. 'The Long Ago.'"

"Tell me."

"OK." I smiled wryly, "But you must do something for me."

"Anything," you breathed enthusiastically.

I smile a crooked wicked smile.

"What? Dad, what?"

"You keep brushing your hair."

"Dad, you know it's your hair. It's always been your hair."

I laugh and lean back on my left elbow, continuing to slowly, lovingly jack my cock.

And watch the sexiest woman I know brush her hair for me.

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I was still going out and working on-site, framing for Outzkov.

Remember?

I'd drive you to school in the morning.

As we left, nearly every morning, Saisha would pass us on the driveway as she went in for morning coffee with your mother.

This one day I drove all the way out to Ashland for this really big great house - for the Red Cliff people. Just as I turned up Hwy CC the sky suddenly clouded over - big storm rolling in.

I got to the site and Outzkov and the crew were there - well, Kronke and Chadwick weren't there yet, but they weren't far behind.

We were standing 'round Outzkov's pick-up, studying the plans laid out on the hood, when we were startled - I even jumped - by a huge thunder - sounded like it was right there on top of the rise - but it was farther away.

Then another came rolling up the valley.

Suddenly, the sky turned loose, someone turned on the spigot up there and sheets of heavy rain crashed over us.

Outzkov quickly rolled up the plans and tossed them through the open window of his cab.

"Well, fellas, that's the day. Might's well go home. I'll call tonight to let y'll know 'bout tomorrow."

I rolled up to the house, the rain was pouring there just as hard. I left the truck in the drive and ducked in through the garage side door.

As I walked through the utility room I heard something from the kitchen.

Muffled. Rhythmic.

I couldn't tell what it was so I walked in to check.

I stopped in the doorway, very surprised.

And very delighted.

Saisha was facing away from me, leaning on the far side of the island, naked, a narrow belt tight around her waist.

That's all I could see, black hair hanging loose half-way down her smooth brown back.

She was looking down.

She didn't hear me come in.

I didn't see my wife.

I did see a heavy wooden spoon, the large stainless whisk, the big French rolling pin, a spool of butchers' twine, and a half dozen stainless skewers laid out on the island behind her.

In easy reach.

I stood quietly and soon identified the sound.

It was the sound your mother made when she was gagging as my cock battered her throat.

Saisha wasn't moving, though I did notice her ass pressing rhythmically against the edge of the island in time to the gagging.

I stood and watched for a while, picturing what was going on at the other end of the island.

My cock stiffened and I had to rearrange my Carhartts.

Saisha threw her head back and her hands slid along the counter, knocking the rolling pin which rolled towards me along the counter top.

I waited and caught it when it dropped off the near edge.

I stepped around the island to see my wife on her knees, elbows pulled together tight behind her back, bound by the several wraps of twine. Her wrists were also tied together.

She was working Saisha's huge strap-on with her mouth. She was lunging onto it like a snake, gagging each time she banged the fifteen incher against the top of her throat.

I was curious why she was doing that, she could easily take me down her throat without a problem, but she was deliberately holding her throat closed and making that muffled grunting sound I'd heard.

Curious.

As Saisha looked down to my wife, she caught me out the corner of her eye.

She gasped and whipped her head to look at me.

She looked scared. Surprised, but scared.

She froze.

She searched my face for a sign of my response.

I let her stew for a moment.

I can be mean.

The I broke into a huge grin and put my index finger to my lips with a silent 'Shush'.

She relaxed and moved her left hand to the back of my wife's head.

She started thrusting her big cock into my wife's mouth, her firm ass bouncing off the island.

She rammed past the gag and gripped her hair, pulling her onto the rubber shaft.

Impaling her.

And holding her tight.

My wife still had not noticed me.

I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock.

This surprised Saisha and she just stared at it without moving.

Without releasing my wife.

I hooked right thumb and forefinger around my cock at the base.

Saisha snapped up to look me in the face.

Embarrassed? Confused? Hungry?

All.

The look on her face was so amusing I laughed.

My wife was startled and began to pull off Saisha's big dick and turn to look at me.

Saisha wrapped the fingers of her left hand into my wife's hair and rammed - I mean RAMMED - that head down on her shaft.

Into her throat too quickly for the chocking, gagging sound.

She leaned over, right elbow on the countertop.

She reached down and replaced my lazy hand with her right and slide a few beats.

She bent down, mashing her right tit on the counter and pulled my cock to her mouth.

I had talked with Saisha many times, briefly.

I had definitely noticed the tight package.

I had never thought I'd be in this situation.

She had her huge cock firmly planted in my wife's gullet and she was shoving her mouth down onto my stiff rod.

Saisha knew how to do what she was doing.

Her lips fluttered along my shaft as her tongue circled and mashed against my head.

I stood still and let her work her talent. I indulged her.

And it was good.

Saisha lifted off of me and pushed my wife off her tool.

I was surprised at how big it was. Easily twenty-five centimeters long and five wide.

It was not shaped like a human cock - or any cock.

It had a ball at the tip with a narrow neck. Along the shaft there were rippling spirals and bumps.

I've never had a vagina, but I could imagine it would be a quite interesting insertion.

She shoved four fingers of her right hand into my wife's mouth and pulled up.

My wife awkwardly jerked like a fish on a hook, trying to get her feet under her.

Her knees twisted from side to side erratically - and independently.

Her high, dense tits swayed in a most delightful dance.

She quickly succeeded in that effort and stood there erect, her nearly perfect breasts thrust forward by the posture enforced by the twine that bound her elbows together behind her back.

After a quick, frightened glance at me, she returned her attention to the small Indian woman who was obviously in charge.

A brief cascade of jealousy, anxiety, surrender washed over me and ended in acceptance and renewed confidence.

Saisha's control of my wife was no threat to me.

Saisha looked at me, smiled wryly and reached for the skewers laid on the counter-top.

Without breaking her eye-lock with me, she held a skewer points-up in front of my wife's face.

Trepidation danced across my spouse's face. Then fear. Then resignation.

I was thoroughly delighted with that enthralling ripple.

Saisha whipped her attention to my wife and smiled a fierce wickedness.

That trepidation-fear-resignation dance was repeated, preceded by shock.

She laid the skewer-points against her tit-tips.

"Lean forward."

My wife trembled and leaned forward timidly - the points barely denting her tender mounds.

"LEAN!" Saisha's anger sizzles through the kitchen.

Nearly instantly, the dents the skewers made in my wife's mounds deepened.

Saisha's wicked smile got broader.

My wife shivered.

I was fascinated.

"Lean."

The skewers cratered the soft, dense tits even deeper.

"If you lean harder will they break your skin?"

"Yes, M'am."

"Do you want to do that? Do you want them to pierce into you?"

"No, M'am."

"If I told you to, would you do it?"

My wife looked at me. Pleading with me? Expecting me to intervene? Wondering what I thought?

Saisha slapped her full in the face. Hard.

"Did I TELL you to look at him?"

"No, M'am," she was back to looking down into the Indian's brown face.

"If I told you to lean in harder, would you do it?"

Her silence was definitely not the right answer.

Another slap.

"WOULD YOU!"

"I would, M'am."

"What if your husband told you to?"

She looked at me confused and fearful.

Earning another hard smack, this raising the color on the bridge of her nose and on one cheek just beneath her eye.

"HE doesn't have the answer. He is NOT in charge.

Answer ME!"

"If you told me to, M'am, I would do anything he told me to do."

She flipped the skewers up off the nipples, tracing white scratch marks half-way up her perfect tits. The marks faded back into the tanned whiteness.

My wife screamed.

Music.

Saisha and I smiled at each other.

Saisha tossed the skewers clattering into the sink.

She turned around and leaned on the counter, which was at a level just under her ribs.

She thrust her butt back towards my wife.

"Ass."

My wife quickly bent over and buried her face between the tight brown cheeks, her white-girl tan an exquisite contrast.

I was surprised at this turn of events. I had never considered that as something I would want.

It had never occurred to me that my wife would eat ass.

And she never had.

I knew now that she would.

And in the near future.

Saisha was looking at me over her shoulder.

I watched her, a bit surprised to be seeing this side of the quiet, deferential, wife of the neighbor across the street.

Sure, she was beautiful. Like the women who modeled for the erotic temple art of her homeland.

Elegant arms, perfectly formed legs, inviting hips, narrow waist. Her teacup cones were not the full mammaries of those devadasi, but they were high and firm, delightfully proud and full.

And her face was aglow, shining from the inside, her eyes dancing.

I was surprised that I had never noticed what a beauty she was.

But then, I had never seen her while my wife was lapping at her asshole, either.

My wife was having difficulty holding her balance, the deeper she got into her assignment.

Her ass was wagging with the effort.

I did not resist - no need to - and stepped in to bring a wide-armed, full-sweep palm-spank down on her cute rump.

She lurched forward, ramming into Saisha's pussy. Brown hands dug into my wife's blonde hair and held her firm, tugging her deep.

The blonde did not seem to mind - she set to even more eagerly.

Again, I spanked her. And again.

A dozen times, turning those orbs red.

Saisha watched, smiling approvingly.

I stepped behind her and laid my cock in my wife's bound hands.

She quickly started attending to them as best she could - squeezing, rolling her fingers along my shaft.

There was very little movement available to her, but what there was she used effectively.

Saisha twisted and handed me the stainless whisk, with a headcock and a nod.

I took it, my mind concocting uses for a tool I'd never used outside a mixing bowl.

I reached beneath her and started rolling the flexing wires on her tits, on her nipples, hanging beneath her.

She moaned and whimpered, and her cunt began to drip.

I whammed the whisk into her mounds and she grabbed my dick tighter. She tried to rock to do a better job of jacking me off while I wirewhipped her. Much to Saisha's delight.

I stepped back and undid my pants, dropping them and stepping out of them.

I lined up with my wife's cunt and rammed in hard and fast in one deep stroke, banging her cervix aside before stretched the most inner wall of her cunt.

We both liked this fit.

I held for a moment. Studying Saisha's face, a steady flickering smile, as she studied mine.

I pulled out slowly and rammed in again, smacking her bent asscheeks.

I lost it and just started hammering, fast and deep and did not last long - a couple minutes.

Saisha watching me over her shoulder the whole time.

As I pulled out of my wife, softening, Saisha nodded down to the whisk still in my hand.

I stepped away and started rolling the end of the wires over my wife's pussy.

When her lips separated, I twirled the stainless cage between them.

I thought about shoving it into her cunt. About fucking her with the kitchen tool, but, before I took action, Saisha rolled over and grabbed her by her tits and pulled her up for a kiss.

This dragged her away from me.

My wife's longer legs left Saisha's well-turned legs exposed between them.

I knelt and, forcing my wife's thighs apart with my head, began eating the Indian beauty's sparsely haired cunt. She responded quickly and eagerly.

My wife began rubbing her crotch against my head and I started jerking up to punch her pussy.

Suddenly, my wife was torn away and Saisha lifted me and kissed me. An enthusiastic crushing, churning kiss.

With her standing on the floor, I had to bend way down. So I picked her up, a tight little bundle, and set her on the island.

Stepping into her hug, I wedged her legs apart, my nearly flaccid cock resting on her abs, my balls hung against her pussy mound, my chest flattened her small tits.

She broke the kiss and pushed me away.

I was a bit confused - I thought we were doing very well.

"Get him hard."

She grabbed my cock with one hand and my wife's hair with the other.

Forcing my wife to her knees and dragging her face against my crotch.

My wife's mouth fumbled around finding a way to take me in.

When she did, she set to work.

One of her greatest talents.

And I stiffened again.

While she was doing that Saisha was back to kissing. And rubbing her hands over my body, exploring.

I did the same with hers.

Her small cones felt exactly the right size. My large hands covered them exactly.

I squeezed and clutched at them, finding the ways that made her whimper with delight.

And she did much the same to me.

"I'm ready," I breathed

She smiled in response.

She pulled my wife off me by her hair - nearly tossing her to the floor.

"On your back."

My wife slipped instantly onto the floor.

Saisha squatted over her face and pulled me down.

"Guide him in."

My wife took my cock and set the head against the Indian pussy.

"Push him in."

My wife shifted her grip and tried to shove my cock into the brown nearly hairless pussy.

It was awkward, but once I was in, my balls hung against her lips.

Saisha's asshole capped her nose.

And we started fucking.

As Saisha rose and fell on me, her ass hit my wife's nose on every down stroke.

As I rose up to follow Saisha's lift, my scrotum scrubbed my wife's lips.

And we got more and more wild, slamming harder and harder.

Eventually, I shot into her, but she kept pumping until my limp cock just fell out, dragging juices out of her pussy and onto my wife's face.

She stood up, her cunt just at my eye level.

"Clean him up."

My wife took my into her mouth for a thorough lick-and-suck washing.

Saisha guided my head to her tiny cunt and I eagerly dove in.

Before she left, Saisha unbound my wife and led me to the couch and sat beside me, her thigh pressed very deliberately against mine

"Fetch the band."

My wife meekly went upstairs.

Saisha lifted her leg and very deliberately draped it to hang over my thigh. Her thigh resting against my cock. She stroked my chest and leaned to for a kiss.

I eagerly returned the kiss and began playing with her tits - increasingly rough as she responded well to that aggression.

My wife came back down, carrying a woven belt which buckled with round interlocking circles - one on each end.

She handed it to Saisha.

"Knees."

My wife knelt submissively before her.

She looked at me. Did she expect me to change anything?

I was liking this.

I reached over and laid my hand on Saisha's pussy, tapping my middle finger against her lips.

She draped the belt to hang from my wife's neck.

She threaded a bight through one of the circles on the end, making a loop.

"Hand."

My wife held a hand out to the small brown woman.

Saisha circled my wife's wrist with the loop and pulled it tight.

She circled the belt around my wife's neck, smooth across her throat, crossing itself behind.

She repeated her actions on the other end and my wife was left with her hands held beside her head, her tether wrapped around her neck.

"Stand."

My obedient wife - well, obedient to this Indian jewel - rose and stood before us.

"Spread."

My obedient wife spread her hands, tightening the belt around her neck.

It seemed they had done this before. They both knew what it was.

I was fascinated.

"Wider."

The belt tightened more - obviously was cutting into her throat. Still, she tightened it without complaint.

"Wider. Hold."

Saisha rolled over me, rubbing her cunt against the top of my thigh for a few strokes, then lifted off are glided into the kitchen.

I followed her with my eyes, her hair swaying over her shoulders and back. Her walk was a dance.

How had I never noticed this erotic vision before.

I would definitely notice her now.

After she had disappeared into the kitchen my attention returned to my wife, standing erect, thrusting her tits out in what seemed a well-practiced pose - and holding the belt tight.

Her breath was raspy, gulping.

Obviously, she was choking herself with the belt.

On instruction from our neighbor's wife.

Saisha, now dressed, on her way out the door, smiled to me.

"See you later."

"I hope so."

"Tighter."

My wife complied, standing, cutting off her own air.

The small neighbor lady closed the door behind her.

I watched my wife, wondering if she would hold this belt tight until she passed out, or would she stop, knowing it was possible she be punished for releasing herself.

I watched, my cock stiffening again.

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"After that I often joined them for their 'morning coffee'."

"That's wild. I never knew."

"We thought it best."

You'd been listening raptly, brushing your hair, more out of habit than attention.

I was ramrod stiff, aching, from the combination of the remembering, the telling, and the absolutely erotic vision of you brushing your hair.

"I'd have liked to join in."

"You were way too young, Sweet."

You lie the brush on the vanity and come over to me.

"I'm not too young now."

"Nope."

You kneel between my thighs, your tits cradling my cock.

You look up at me.

"Did mom choke herself out?"

"No. Though she came close. After she released herself, she came over to me and draped herself over my lap for a spanking."