Just so you know, nobody was harmed in the writing of this fictional tale. If you want 'true' stories read an OLD history book (the new ones have been edited to meet the author's political agenda). I write erotic stories but I'm not so crazy to write "true" stories. I don't want to go to jail! Also, in this happy alternate reality, STDs do NOT exist! They do here so play safe! All participants in sex are age 18 or older. Let your imagination take this ride and enjoy!
P.S. For all you anatomy purists, when I use words like "my balls" in reference to ejaculating, I mean both the balls AND the prostate! But that kind of bogs down the writing as well as the reading. So just know that I do know the prostate is majorly involved, but I'm choosing to NOT write it all the time!
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How the fuck did I get into this situation? Yup, that is the million-dollar question. The answer takes me back quite some time. My last two years of high school I took special courses to learn the ins and outs of high-tech welding. The program was top notch and when I graduated, I was hired immediately by the firm I had been interning at. My starting pay was $19.50 an hour with time and a half for overtime. Shit, I was making more than my dad was!
My girlfriend of the last two years of high school, Jane, turned up pregnant and we got married. We had a bouncing baby girl who we named Ellen, after my wife's grandmother. There were problems during the delivery and, to save my wife, her baby making plumbing had to be removed. Oh well, fucking was now forever safe! And my ever-increasing pay made for a very comfortable life style with a huge amount of savings.
Ellen grew and life went on better than I expected. Our daughter was never any problem and helped out around the house without a complaint. But there was one thing that lingered on from the pregnancy, and I'm not saying that getting pregnant caused it. I'm just saying that it wasn't a problem before the baby but it sure was after! Migraines! Major league migraine headaches that were devastating to my love until the headache was finally over.
Dozens of doctors tried and failed to find the cause to those headaches. They finally prescribed a non-addictive pill that could relieve the headache but it wouldn't prevent them. Well, actually, I'm not sure if they 'relieved' them or not. What they really did was knock her out big time. After taking one of those pills she was out like a light for at least 8 hours, and usually 10 or more. But if there was a loud noise, she would wake up and be unbearable to be around.
Well, we've been married for 19 years now and all three of us have grown to live with her headaches, even though they have no pattern to when she has them. Sometimes heat seems to cause them, and then we'll have weeks of super high heat and not even the hint of a migraine. Loud noises when awake usually are no problem but then a relatively soft yet sharp sound and WHAM, it's migraine time.
And that means that many times when Ellen needs some sort of parental guidance, the only available parent is dear old dad. I don't mind. I think it has helped to build a stronger bond between us and we are very comfortable with each other. No subject is off limits. That's the way Jane and I raised her, if she asks a question, we will answer it as honestly and completely as we can.
Ellen is now 18 and finishing her last year of high school. She had asked for permission to have a sleepover with three of her best girlfriends, all of them also in their last few months of school. Of course, Jane and I easily gave her the OK.
Friday evening is here and the girls have all arrived. They've been here for sleepovers before and have never been a problem. As the school year is nearing the end, Jane gave the OK for the sleepover to be from Friday night until late Sunday afternoon or early evening.
The girls were swimming (?) and mostly goofing around in our pool when I went inside to get more sodas for them. Jane looked up and smiled happily as she was finishing fixing their late-night snack (she always made it a few hours early so we could go to bed if we wanted to).
"Sounds like they're having lots of fun out there," she observed.
"That's an understatement if ever," I replied. Just then I heard the chirp sound from one of our smoke alarms telling me its battery was in need of replacement. For some reason I glanced at Jane and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, but I hate that sound."
I delayed on the drinks and grabbed a package of batteries and went in search of the offending unit. In the end, it wasn't until I had changed them all that the beeping finally stopped. Returning to the kitchen Jane was sitting at the table holding her head with her fingers in her ears.
I sat next to her and whispered, "Is it bad?"
In a hushed whisper she snarled, "Don't yell at me! This one is a killer!" I quickly grabbed the ever-present pencil and paper then wrote a note telling her to take her pill and go lie down. I would handle the girls. She smiled at me; gave my arm a squeeze then did as I had suggested. As usual she knew I wouldn't enter our master bedroom until she came out!
After taking four sodas out to the girls I returned inside to stay out of the way and picked up the latest novel I was reading. I use actual books as those tablets seem to bother my eyes after a while. After about 20 minutes Pam, a tiny little gal of 4'10" stepped in and asked where Jane was. When I told her, she looked disappointed then went back outside, telling me not to worry about what she wanted.
A bit later I went to the kitchen to get a drink of my own and heard Ellen telling Pam, "Just go ask my dad. He's not like your dad, you can talk to him. Honest." I wondered about this but chose to let Pam decide if she wanted to follow my daughter's advice.
Once again, I was reading my book when Pam walked into the room and stopped in front of me. "Hey cutie, what do you need?" I asked her.
"I wish you wouldn't call me that, because I'm not cute," she said dejectedly.
"Bull shit!" I said a bit more strongly than I intended to. "You are more than cute; you are quite attractive."
"Then why can't I keep a boyfriend?" she asked with a pout. "They all dump me after just a few weeks."
"Well, I would call that just plain stupid, at least from what I have seen. You're funny, talkative but not overly so, and like I said, very cute. If I was your age, I would say you are 'hot'!"
"My boobs are too small," she said looking down at her chest. Okay, she IS a tiny girl. So big breasts would look out of place on her. If I had to guess I would say she is about 30B-23-32. But that cup size might be a small C, I never have bought one of those things so the way they are sized is Greek to me.
Since she had brought up the subject, I let my eyes drop boldly to her bikini clad breasts as I enjoyed the look of her firm little tits standing proudly on her slightly damp chest. My eyes glanced up to meet hers then moved back down as I took in each of her boobs, first the left one, then the right one before once again moving to her left one again.
Knowing she needed some sort of comment I softly said, "In this man's eyes your breasts are perfect." She started to argue but I cut her off with, "Look, Pam, I don't know who the shit head was who fed you that line that they are too small but he, or she, is lying through their teeth. Bigger is NOT always better! If you had bigger breasts, they would be just too big for your body and would look out of place on you. As you are, hell, you are perfect."
"Stop lying to me," she said with a stomp of her little right foot, making her boobs jiggle enticingly on her chest. Then she burst into tears and ran back outside to where the other three girls were waiting.
I got up and followed her, worried that somehow, I had unknowingly hurt her. Instead I heard my daughter saying, "When my dad and I have that type of talk, he never lies to me, and I love him to death for it! It shows he treats me like an adult and not a little kid. And if he told you that then he for certain meant it, every damned word!" I couldn't understand the several voices that spoke as one then Ellen said, "I think you owe my dad an apology."
Moments later a timid Pam walked slowly back in where I was reading and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. P, I'm so used to my dad feeding me a long line of bullshit that I thought you were as well. But Ellen says that isn't how you are."
"That's true, cutie, I am not like that. And I always try my best to be honest with every answer I give to a serious question. And yours was truly a serious one, right?"
"Oh yes it was!" she said quickly. "I'm really sorry for how I acted. Can I give you a hug?" I nodded my approval and she leaped onto my lap as her arms wrapped tightly around me.
I had forgotten that when I had checked out her pretty boobs earlier my cock had thickened up quite nicely and was as yet not back to limp status. When she nestled onto my lap my shaft quickly thickened back up and pressed hard right into her teenaged slit making her groan as she quickly looked down between us.
Before I could say anything, Pam said, "I guess you do like my tits!" as she ground her pussy down hard onto my tip while hugging her torso tight to mine. About 20 seconds of that and she gasped, "Oh Mr. P, your cock feels so good against my little pussy! Oh yes, so good!" and she really began working her pussy hard onto me.
Another speechless minute by me and she begged to me, "Prove that my tits are good! Suck them! Suck my titties!" As she spoke her fingers moved to her top and shoved it up and off of her perfect little boobs. Less than a second later her hands grasped my head and pulled my lips to her right nipple!
My lips knew what to do and she was moaning lustily in seconds as I worked her tit until her nipple was standing tall and rock hard. God, she felt good against my tongue! My head moved on its own to her left breast and worked over that nipple giving it equal time until both her boobs sported saliva coated, rock-hard nipples. Meanwhile her hips were rocking back and forth powerfully on my trapped shaft that could get no harder! Fuck but she had me turned on!
I thought her fingers were just stroking my shaft when I suddenly popped free of my shorts only to slide instantly into her drenched pussy! Her left hand had attacked my shorts and boxers while her right had shoved her bikini bottoms to the side.
