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Amy had me help her clean the house in preparation for her special day. She was nonstop and the tight t-shirt that she wore was plastered with perspiration, so much so that her nipples were clearly visible as they poked at the saturated material. I couldnât help but watch, the sway of her breasts, the firmness of her legs that were exposed due to the fact that she was wearing rather short, shorts, her incredible overall sexiness and the fact that I wanted her, wanted her more than any time of my life, and I wanted her for myself. I guess I was staring too much because Amy stopped and looked directly into my eyes. She moved a hand between her legs and a finger snaked up inside the material of her shorts and it was obvious that she was fingering herself.
She exhaled deeply and without regret or remorse she purred, âJust think, honey, tomorrow Bradâs cock will be inside my pussy, fucking me.â
Suddenly her eyes popped opened and she quickly stripped off her shorts and panties.
âDave, get over here, now,â she demanded.
I rushed to her side and let her guide my hand to her bald pussy. It was like we were first married again. I was lost in my wifeâs nakedness, although she was never completely shaved before. I forgot all about Brad, all about what tomorrow would bring and only focused on my wifeâs pussy, the pussy she was giving me to enjoy.
My wonderful thoughts came to a screeching halt when Amy asked, âIs my pussy okay? Will Brad like it? Do I need to shave again?â
My heart sank as I muttered, âyouâre beautiful, baby, absolutely beautiful,â and my fingers played with her precious pussy.
âMake sure Iâm completely smooth for him, please Dave.â
I knew what she meant and I brought my mouth to her mound. I let my tongue glide over the tender lips, letting my tongue slide out and taste her, slowly exploring her lips with my lips.
âWell?â questioned Amy.
âIâm not sure yet,â I replied as best I could without breaking the contact of mouth and pussy.
Moments later I heard Amy giggle and she brought her hand to the back of my head, holding it there against her when she said, âPoor Dave. I forgot how much you like to lick me.â
She pushed her hips against me and I covered her slit and let the essence of her pussy flow into my awaiting mouth.
I donât know how long I spent kneeling between my wifeâs legs, tasting her pussy but the shrill ring of the phone brought me back to reality. Luckily for me, Amy was close and I continued to lap the slick skin as she spoke. I figured that it was probably Brad and I didnât want to stop what I was doing but Amy tugged my head back gently and said, âMy dear pussy licking husband, your daughter needs you.â
I knew that my face was slick from her but I meekly spoke into the phone, âhello?â
Sueâs voice came in a rush, a rapid almost hysterical rush and I could barely understand what she was saying.
âSlow down, Sue, I canât understand you.â
Sue was sobbing and I was only able to interpret a few words, âBob.. argument.. ride home... he doesnât love me.. pick me up... please..â
I turned to Amy and asked, âWhoâs Bob?â
âHer boyfriend, sillyâ
âWhat happened to Ted?â
Amy smirked at me all the while she brazenly fingered her unfulfilled pussy and said, âTom, not Ted, Tom was her last boyfriend. Bobâs her new boyfriend, You remember the varsity football quarterback, high school hero, the boy all the girls want.â
I shrugged, not being able to keep up with the current social events but I asked Sue what she wanted me to do.
âI want to come home now,â she cried, âplease pick me up, daddy.â
âOkay, Sue, Iâll get there as quick as I can,â I promised her and quickly jotted down the directions.
I made myself presentable and hated to leave as I continued to stare at my beautiful wife as she spread her legs wide and plunged three fingers into her sloppy pussy. I knew I had to get my daughter but wondered if I would be the first man to return to my house and find such a sexy surprise.
I put the keys in the ignition, started the car and drove. Bob lived a few towns away and I wasnât sure of the directions. Aware that I might get lost, wondering if my wife might have a visitor, troubled at the actions of my daughter earlier in the day and now the fact that my gas tank was perilously low caused me to become anxious. I continued to follow the somewhat confusing directions and guessed that I was close and therefore could wait until after I picked up Sue to find a gas station.
Finally, I found the correct street. I continued slowly and scanned the house address numbers when I saw what looked like a common streetwalker. The young lady was dressed in a really short, plaid, pleated skirt and thigh highâs. I think thatâs what they are called. Black nylon type stocking that ended just above the knee. The contrast of her white thighs showing between her skirt and the blackness of her stockings made her look seductive. I must have been concentrating of her legs and didnât realize that the young lady was my daughter, standing on the street, waiting for me.
I stopped and she scampered around the car, opened the door and plopped silently on the passengerâs seat.
I turned to look at her. She sat there, slumped in the seat and still hadnât said a word. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, her knees pressed together and her feet spread wide. I noticed that her hair was somewhat mussed up but to be honest I donât know if that was the style or not. Her head was down and she looked like the typical, pouting teenager.
It wasnât until I noticed the mascara laden tear that slowly made its way down her cheek that I realized how upset she was.
âWhatâs the matter, baby.â I said in my most fatherly voice.
Sue responded by shaking her head side to side and slouching further down in the seat. She sat there, sniffling and I did the first thing that came to mind. I placed my hand under the chin of her down turned head and lifted her head so that she was at least looking at me.
âCome on, Sue, you know that you can talk to me.â
The smallest of smiles greeted me and she unwrapped her arms that were hugging herself and reached for a tissue so that she could wipe her nose.
Finished, she dropped her arms by her side and I noticed that her blouse was opened. I tried to determine if it was ripped open. If it was then I would have a serious talk with Bob but I could see a button. They were all there but they were undone, all except the bottom one and the sides of my daughterâs lush breasts were visible.
Looking down at her, I could see this incredibly sexy girl, woman really, the skin between her breasts peeking out from the gaping blouse, as well as a fair amount of her firm legs exposed by the little pleated skirt that had now ridden up nearly around her waist.
I took her hand gently and said in a soft voice, âdo you want to tell me what the problem is, Sue?â
She sniffled a few times but I finally her a weak voice say âBob and I had an argument.â
âAll couples have disagreements, honey.â
âHe called me a slut.â
âWhat? Why?â I couldnât understand why a boyfriend would do that until I heard her answer.
âI told him about this afternoon,â sobbed Sue
It was like amnesia had set into my brain, âwhat happened this afternoon?â
âI told him that I sucked that black boyâs cock,â explained Sue and she looked up at me for the first time.
âYou told him that?â
She nodded in the affirmative.
âWhat did he say?â
The words seemed to come in gasping bursts, âhe said that no respectable white girl would suck a.. a.. a.. black boy. He said that no girlfriend of his would let a black boy touch her. He was really mad, daddy.â
âI can understand why, Sue.â
âYou can?â
Sue seemed to be thinking and unconsciously she slipped her hand inside her blouse and I could see that see was holding her breast, her fingers tweaking her nipples.â
âBut daddy, you let mommy suck Bradâs cock and tomorrow heâs going to fuck her.â
âBut Sue...â
I really didnât know what I was going to say but Sue interrupted me anyway.â
âThatâs all I want, Daddy. I canât understand why Bob wonât let me suck black cock, itâs not like Iâm cheating on him. I love Bob and I told him that.â
âBut Honey, men get jealous..â
âYou donât ,â she shot back. âI explained to him that I would never let another boy have my pussy, that my pussy was his and only his but I needed to suck...â and she started crying.
I put my arm around my daughter to comfort her but wondered how in less than a week she had gone from a very sophisticated young lady, honor student, cheerleader who wouldnât dare say an a bad word to this girl who couldnât understand why her boyfriend wouldnât let her suck black men.
Sueâs cheek was against my chest when she said, âI told him about tomorrow, daddy.â
âYou what?â
âI told Bob that mom was going to fuck Brad and I told him how it was okay with you and how you were going to film it and how other people would be there and I invited him to come over and watch.â
I knew that this should bother me but my mind couldnât figure out why and all I said was, âIs he coming?â
âHe didnât say, but Iâll call him later tonight after he calms down.â
Sueâs pulled her head up as I put both hands on the wheel. I looked at Sue one last time before pulling away from the curb and saw that although she was looking up, she was still slumped in the seat, still fondling her own breast and still sobbing.
I must have gotten lost in my thoughts as I did on the streets and decided to pull into a gas station. I needed gas and directions. As I stopped at the pump, I looked over at you. Your head still down again, your skirt still high up and the blouse was still tucked in but was open in a wide Vee from your belly button up. Itâs a wonder your breasts just didnât pop out.
I waited and finally the gas station door opened and a man approached the car. He was black, not surprising considering the turn of events in the last week. He was tall, Iâd say about 6 foot 5 and old, maybe in his mid sixties. I knew that I should have just bolted but I was lost in thought.
âWhatz ya flava?â the old man said.
âFill âer up, regular,â I replied.