I like my character JJ a lot. She's surrounded by a couple of hot older men, one being her Dad, and she is enjoying life without guilt. I write for fun and titillation. Just what I like to read here. If you want more prose, you'll definitely find it elsewhere. There are some great writers on Literotica. Me? I'm in it for fun. I write the story in me, be it short or long. It is what it is. I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but a shot of whiskey for others. I hope you enjoy
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Totally exhausted from my flight from California to Florida and the fact I fucked my Dad for the first time. Just another day in the life of a thirty-five year old, right? I thought about my eventful day as I drifted off, my last thoughts about Dad's friend, Steve.
The dazzling Florida sun blasted through the glass wall. Dad had left a thermos of coffee, a mug and note saying he was playing tennis with Steve until mid morning. And to not forget today is game day. How could I forget?! Tradition was in front of the television for Ohio State football. And I loved it.
The warming sun felt good on my skin. Enjoying my private patio, I stretched out on the lounger to bask in the sun and get rid of these tan lines. Morning breeze softly caressed my body, the scent of the flowers and rustle of the palms all combined into a sensual state of relaxation.
I heard voices. A little thrill shot through me as I slipped on my shortie silk robe. My pussy was already wet thinking of Dad. And of Steve. Yes. He intrigued me. He could have commented on what he heard yesterday, but didn't. He could have given me the wink wink, but didn't. Very interesting he is.
They decided to shower and get ready for the game. I needed to shower as well, but let them each take a bathroom. I'd wait.
Steve appeared first. Hair wet, fresh smelling, a big grin and beach shorts. No chance of checking out his tan lines, or lack thereof. Yet.
"How was tennis?"
"Your Dad whipped my ass as usual," he laughed. "Do you play?"
"Rustily," I laughed, "if that's a word, it's perfect for me."
"I can give you some pointers if you'd like."
"I think I might just take you up on that, thank you," I smiled.
His grin was even a turn on. Oh my, I am getting carried away. Maybe. I noticed his glance at my breasts, and realize my headlights were on high beams. Flashing my arousal for all to see. But I didn't mind him noticing, and changed position slightly to give him an even better view. My robe parted a bit giving him a good view of my thigh and hip, as well as most of one breast. The tease was on.
"Yes, anytime I can help," he said softly. Snug beach shorts made his arousal just as obvious, and I too was enjoying the view as well as the mystery in those shorts.
I've always loved cock. While my friends droned on about being forced to give blow jobs and how gross it was, I thought about how I loved a cock in my mouth. I love the power of I have over a man's pleasure.
I heard the shower end. "I'll get my shower now." Turning, my robe fell completely open affording Steve a glance of my body. I saw a flash of lust in those pale blues.
I was surprised to see Dad sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Hi baby," he smiled. I walked over and stood between his thighs. "I'm so happy we found each other." He softly kissed my shower damp belly. "I wanted to tell you, I've felt the electricity between you and Steve." His kisses moved lower to my mound. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he planted a kiss on my pussy.
"Oh Daddy." I moaned while the tip of his tongue found my clit. My hips automatically thrust, wanting more. A few licks and I was cumming all over his tongue. My wetness all over his mouth. He had me under his control and didn't even know it.
"I want you and Steve to get together if that's what you want. I have no problem with you and him. In fact, I find it pretty hot, oddly enough. Thinking about you and Steve fucking is a big turn on for me."
"Would you watch us, Daddy?"
"If that's what you both wanted, I'd love to."
By the time I dressed in a bright little sundress, the football game was just starting. Dad took the chair, Steve the couch. A big pitcher of sangria was on the table in front of him, which helped make my decision. I sat down next to him and poured myself a glass. Steve had sangria, but I noticed Dad had something a little stronger on the rocks.
They had some fun bets going and it got louder and more boisterous as the drinks flowed and the Buckeyes scored. My boys were well on their way to another win so I snuck out for a swim.
"The game is over and of course we won," Steve came out grinning.
"Of course!" I laughed.
"Your Dad went to lay down. Old man can't take it anymore," he said, cracking up at his own joke. "May I join you?"
I was neck deep in the water against the edge, not giving out any hints as to what I was wearing. Or not. I smiled.
He pulled his t shirt over his head and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his beach shorts. "You're sure?" I nodded.
Shorts dropped revealing a thickening cock. Slightly bigger than Dad's. His balls were smaller and tighter to the base of his cock. He too kept shaved and neat. And no tan lines. His skin was dark bronze, light curls of hair, likely more bleached from the sun, a few glints of silver as well.
He jumped into the pool and came up next to me. "You cheated! You're wearing something!"
"I never said I wasn't!" I laughed thinking of the tiny bikini that barely covered anything. I came up out of the water. The crocheted top triangles barely covered my aureole and Steve's eyes bugged out.
"Mmmm pretty damn sexy Miss JJ. Let me see the rest?"
"How do you want to do that," I tempted, moving in front of him.
"Maybe I'll just feel what it looks like," he grinned, holding my waist and pulled me close.
I softly moaned when he cupped my bare ass and kneaded the sensitive globes. I tugged off my top, my nipples bulleting under his gaze. Suddenly my bottoms were gone and my legs wrapped around him. The kiss was hot and deep, almost frantic. The attraction had been strong and now it was unleashed.
"I know I should take it slower but..."
"No! I don't want it slow. I need your cock inside me. Deep. Driving into me. Filling me." I'd never been so wanton with anyone. So needy.
I don't know how I got to the lounger but he was right on top of me. I guided his throbbing cock to my hot wet cunt and he thrust in. I levered myself on the lounger, and met each frenzied thrust, groaning and gasping like animals. We hit loud, sweaty moaning orgasms together. His juice pumped deep inside me. My cunt squeezed his cock rhythmically, milking every last drop.
I grabbed his ass and kept him close, wanting to keep his cock inside me as long as I could. He relaxed but held his weight up on his arms. The kiss was wet and deep, promising for more to come. Better. Longer. Hotter.
And that's how Dad found us. Still locked together, freshly fucked, the look of our new discovery.
"I knew you guys would get along!" Dad laughed with a smirk.
Steve said, "Jack, I'm glad of your approval, but I'm not sure I could have stayed away from her. I had seduction plans if she was hesitant," he smiled, kissing me.
"I'm an easy touch," I chuckled. "I need to get a shower."
"And I need to get some things done at home," he said, slipping his beach shorts on.
I was in my room gathering clothes for the afternoon and Dad came in.
"Would you need any help in the shower? No hanky panky baby, just to be near you." His Dad smile did it.
"I'd love it Daddy," brushing my lips on his, thinking he just might get a surprise.
"We'll use my shower. I don't think you've had a tour of that side of the house, have you?"
I followed him into his bedroom. I stopped and took in what I'd never have guessed would have been my Dad's room. It was like stepping into a cocoon. A warm, cozy, dark cocoon.
The wall were navy, nearly black. Wall sconces provided the light and generally cast a warm glow around the perimeter. The king size bed was covered in a soft velveteen, a shade brighter than the walls. I ran my hand over it's softness. The sheets were black, a lustrous cotton sateen.
This bedroom was an erotic mixture of textures. The floor cool shiny terrazzo. The chips were in blues and the brighter floor keep the room from being claustrophobic. Murano glass shades in like colors hung above each night stand. Dad adjusted the dimmer on the shades.
"These lights were my big score from a restaurant in Naples that decided to redecorate," he said proudly. They were breathtaking lit.
"Daddy. Your room." I looked around. The furniture was black, simple and modern."It's beautiful. You did such a wonderful job. It's just so......" I was at a loss for words.
"Seductive?" he smiled. Yes, yes. It was seductive. And more.
"Ohmy Daddy how many have you invited to your lair," I laughed.
"Probably not as many as you'd think. I'm very picky about my ladies. Especially those I invite into my bed." To be honest, I wasn't really surprised.
