I took her home that first night. I pulled her close, gripped her arse, soft belly to my paunch, tiny tits barely up to my gut, soft cheek on my rib cage, forehead against my chest, tightly restrained. I cradled the back of her pixieish head in my palm, turned her face gently up, and bent to kiss her. When my tongue entered her, my shaft hardened instantly. I'm stiff now, just remembering it.
When I stripped her and put her on her back, obedient, her legs parted slightly, yielding her delightful leg crevice, a warm fleshy fold with small muscles and bony knees. My inquiring hand slid, slowly, possessively, between those little legs, along and up, owning all, from ankles to thigh gap, that neat niche where her downy mound, pussy and lips nestled, waiting my pleasure.
There I palmed her, moist and warm, fingered her shy, wet slot, ate her, tasted her creaming on my tongue, felt her spurting on my beard, then cocked her. She came with me, squeezing her pussy muscles as I spurted inside, blue eyes locked on mine until they rolled back.
Kevin, her dad, tutored me how to best fuck her. He had trained her during her eighteenth year, her thigh-gap year, as she dead-panned. In that year, between high school innocence and university ennui, he taught her to love domination, submission, thick cock, and her addiction to big men in command.
He took a shine to me from the start, seeing that I had the cock, balls and bastardy she needed. He showed me her finer points of need and pleasure. What got her hot and wet, her fantasies and fetishes, buttons to push, and corners to poke. She needs domination, novelty, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and likes to procure other women for her daddies to casually dip their wicks in.
Lover-dad would come over at night, visit, watch, critique, take over, take her, bend her, splay her, demonstrate technique, then pass her back for me to practice. By morning we were all asleep, she a wet sodden mess.
For our honeymoon I took a year's leave-of-absence from my finance career. A sort of graduation project. We drove across country, stayed in motels, picked up cocks and cunts in hick towns, sucking and munching and fucking. We fucked our brains out. When we returned, lover-dad moved in with us.
Decades spooled by. We shared her. On many nights double teaming, spit-roasting, DPing or double-fucking her. We were her two daddies. she a shared daughter. We were her two big cocks and dominants, her voyeurs and exhibitors, her mounters, owners, keepers, stallions, impregnators, breeders. It didn't matter which dad's cock and balls sired which bairn.
More decades passed. Then Kevin got sick. He has lasted a year. We would need a successor and found you. You auditioned, and we saw you also have the cock, balls and bastardy Gloria needs, just like ours. We welcomed you to Gloria-land, and made our pixie happy.
Last week, suddenly, too soon, lover-dad was gone. Spent, buried in dirt not his daughter, stiff but not hard, coming no more, his last wad shot. Yesterday we mourned, tomorrow we celebrate.
Now you and I are Gloria's big cocks. She loves to dance on the end of your shaft. She double comes when we spurt in her together. We compare the feel of her cervix tapping on our cock-heads, the squeeze of her orgasming cunt on our fingers, the tight heat of her anus on our fat cocks.
Last night I watched you fucking her, missionary, her short legs struggling to reach around your hundred and forty kilos of hairy paunch and muscle, her heels drumming a rat-a-tat-tat on your backside, her cunt squelching rhythmically on your fat cock. It reminded me of when I was young, and Kevin watched me fucking her, his daughter, his sloppy seconds. We do him proud. God rest his prick.
When you read this, I'll be dead and buried. She's middled aged now, but ages well, forever young, and will always need her daddies. First it was her father, then me, now you. You may be twenty years her junior, but keep her in discipline and she'll love you and your cock.
Get her a second daddy. She loves to be double-teamed. You owe it to her.
From Kev and me, a long life to you, good cocking to Gloria, and keep her filled.
(signed)
Tim
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