"HERE IT COMES, BABY!"
"OH, MY GOD! YES, YES, YEEESSS—AHHHH!!!" she squealed, burying her head in his shoulder as he exploded deep inside her...
A FEW DAYS EARLIER...
"Ok, we'll pick you up at the airport at eight o'clock sharp. I'll see you soon—Bye" said an older gentleman, putting down a cell phone as he sat near a computer.
The man was of average height and weight for his age of forty-five, with slightly graying hair and wearing a work coat that read 'Bill' on the nametag. Turning his attention back to the screen, a video resumed playing showing a pair of cute girls engaged in an orgy with a group of black males. The first was a brunette with plump breasts, her long hair sleek and shiny: she was kneeling on the ground surrounded by three large cocks, moaning as she sucked them greedily, taking in as much as she could in turns. The other, a blonde, was leaner and a little taller than the other with round, petite breasts and short hair that framed a pretty face. Bent over on a couch, she was double-penetrated by two men with equally massive cocks, her screams of pleasure increasing in volume as they stretched her wide.
Stroking his cock, he envisioned what it'd be like to fuck those girls himself, how good their tight pussies would feel around his hungry, neglected cock. Neglected neither from the size of his cock, nor his stamina in bed, but rather by the sharp decline of his wife's sex drive over the past few years. It seemed like they never had sex anymore and Bill had to resort to masturbation to get any kind of sexual satisfaction. Nevertheless, he was optimistic that his luck would improve someday soon. As the men in the video showered the girls in white goo, who swapped hungrily between themselves, Bill also climaxed and shot bursts of sticky cum all over the screen. After cleaning it off with a towel, he closed the window and shut down the computer.
Hundreds of miles away in a university dorm room, a girl began packing clothes and other items into a couple of suitcases. Standing five foot six inches, Anna was a beautiful sight to behold with long, wavy hair whose curls resembled the graceful curves of her body. To be sure, she owed a lot of her beauty to the daily runs and workouts she performed in the morning hours before class; a routine that hadn't gone unnoticed by the neighborhood boys. Joining Anna in these exercises was her friend and roommate Kaitlin, whom she'd grown close to over the past year. Having a slim, toned figure, Kaitlin had a more athletic appearance than Anna, being a track star on the school team; however, both girls had developed nice tans over the summer break. As her golden hair rested unfettered on her shoulders, she talked to Anna with heated opinion.
"I can't believe your parents are making you go down there; this is going be the best weekend EVER!" she whined with malcontent.
"I know, right?" Anna exclaimed, a mixture of anger and jealousy at the unfortunate loss of an opportunity to party and get wasted. "They said they missed me, but I don't believe them. My mother probably just needs her fix of bitching at me for whatever reason, while my pervert father just sits there watching. Ugh, this is why I moved three states away."
"This couldn't have come at a worst time; those guys we met a couple days ago are throwing a huge party, Saturday! I got a peak at the guest list before we left and it looks like there's gonna' be some hot guys showing up." Kaitlin said with a smile, lying back on the bed.
"Don't remind me. Just promise you won't take ALL the hot guys: try to leave some for me when I get back."
"Sure thing, but I can't make any promises. You know how I get when I'm drunk..."
"That's what I mean."
"Speak for yourself! I was lucky to get Big and Bigger on Sunday, though I'm not complaining: at least you shared the drinks."
"Fair enough; those were good, too. We're gonna' have to get some more soon."
"Speaking of, I got somewhere to be. Catch me before you leave, ok?"
"You know I will" she said, smiling.
With a wave goodbye, Kaitlin skipped out of the room and Anna finished packing her things. Soon enough Friday came and she left a little late for the airport, wearing a low cut t-shirt and a pair of scandalous short-shorts that drew the lust of many a man at the gate check. It was evening soon and the time drew on as she waited to touch down, spending the few hours listening to music and eating crappy snacks. Once she arrived, Anna left for the luggage check where she found her father waiting for her: already remembering why she hated coming back home, Anna wondered how her stay could get any worse.
It was a long ride home for the both of them, filled with awkward attempts at conversation from Bill and even greater silences when that failed. For the most part, Anna tried contenting herself by listening to the radio and wondering what kind of fun her friend would be having without her on Saturday.
"Listen," said Bill, "I know you'd rather be with your friends this weekend—"
"You think?"
"—but it'd really mean a lot to us if you could try and pretend to have a good time; at least for your mother's sake."
"Pffft! There's nothing to do in that town and why should I be nice to her anyways?" Anna replied, rudely.
"Because she's your mother damn it and it wouldn't kill you to be nice for a few days!" he said, annoyed and frustrated.
"She's the one who attacks me all the time. I just want you to leave-me-alone!"
Considering the way she dressed, Bill couldn't fault his wife for reproaching their daughter on her sense of fashion, or decency for that matter. Although her breasts were proportionate to her frame, the push-up bra she wore nearly made them pop out of her shirt for all to see or grab. On top of that, the shorts that covered her heart-shaped ass were so short and tight that at any moment it looked as if they'd rip apart, leaving nothing but the black thong underneath.
"She just doesn't approve of the way you dress is all..."
"Whatever, I can wear what I like; I'm not a little girl anymore. Thank god..." she mumbled. "And besides, just because she can't pull it off doesn't mean—"
"That's enough, Anna! Show some respect for the woman who gave birth to you. Just...sit quiet until we get home."
"Fine by me" she replied, crossing her arms and looking away.
It only took a couple of hours to get home from the airport, but to Anna it felt longer than the flight to get there. Pulling into the driveway, they got out of the car and Bill went to retrieve his daughter's luggage, but was stopped.
"I'll get these, if you don't mind?" she said, taking her bags and walking towards the door.
After he unlocked it they entered the house and Bill, feeling hungry, went to the kitchen to fix him something to eat. Opening the fridge, he gave its contents a look-over and asked Anna,
"You hungry; want anything to drink?"
"I ate on the way."
"Fine, help yourself when you are" he said, now agitated.
While he made himself a sandwich, Anna walked upstairs to get settled in, her ass jiggling deliciously all the way up. She walked inside her room, standing in it for the first time since she left for college: she couldn't place it, but something felt wrong and it unsettled her. Setting the bags down on the bed, she unpacked her things and took of her shoes and socks; grabbing a few essentials, she exited towards the bathroom. After walking inside and turning on the light, she closed the door and locked it behind her. Gently bending over the bathtub, she turned the shower knob and checked the water's temperature periodically with her hand.
Looking around the small, brightly lit room, Anna was appreciative of the fact that she had one all to herself for once and didn't have to share one with the other girls in the dorm; that was reason enough to come home. When the water felt warm enough, she slowly began undressing. First went her shorts, which she shook free with a little wiggle of her hips letting it fall to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she crisscrossed her arms and grabbed hold of her shirt. With a single graceful motion she lifted it over her head and threw it near the hamper. Finally she slid down her thong and unclasped her b-cup bra, releasing her soft, firm breasts from their confines as they rested naturally on her chest.
Looking herself over in the mirror, she evaluated her features for a few moments; the way her legs transitioned perfectly into her luscious ass; how her slender neck was just the right height; how her pink nipples stood at attention at her merest touch; the curvaceous shape of her hips; her graceful arms and legs. Stepping into the shower, she closed the curtain and a warm, inviting cloud of hot steam enveloped her in a fog of comfort as she rinsed herself down thoroughly. She reached for the loofah, pouring on it a generous amount of body wash that smelled of fruits and femininity.
She took her time running the loofah over her teenage form, letting it glide over every wondrous curve. Her breasts, ass, her sexy legs...all were covered with the sweet smelling soap, whose pleasant aroma caught the attention of Bill as he passed by the door. Inhaling deeply, he imagined what his daughter looked like at that moment: nude, beautiful, the soap dripping of her wet body as her hair stuck to her smooth skin. As his cock became rock hard at the thought, he walked down the hallway as Anna continued to enjoy her rare moment of luxury.
Pampering and pleasuring herself, she ran her hands all over her body: from her feet up to her meaty thighs; over her ripe ass, squeezing both cheeks; past her flat abdomen up towards her breasts, caressing her nipples and teasing them with her finger as she ran it over and around each rosebud. She pushed her breasts together, kneading them with her hands before moving down, leaving one to fondle as the other carried the loofah to her pussy. While massaging it, a low moan escaped her lips as the soft fabric brushed against her clit, rousing it awake. Her revelry continued for several more minutes, breathing heavier and moaning louder as she got her pussy nice and wet for the vibrator that awaited her back in the bedroom. She only hoped her annoying father would go to sleep soon so she could enjoy some alone time, dry and without interruption.
Her father...how was she going to endure an entire weekend with him, she thought? She had trouble spending a half hour with him, let alone three days. How did she ever manage to survive in that house for eighteen years? These questions stressed her out and feeling that thoughts of her father were turning her off, she put them out of her mind and relaxed for a few more minutes before the water turned lukewarm and it was time to get out.
