The Return of the Goddess
By needyone16
Part 1: How we got here
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Dear Diary,
Every once in a while, one needs to step back and assess the status of what's going on in their life. I am currently at a major junction in mine, as dreams and fantasies have become, and are still becoming realities. For many, what I am about to pen would be shocking, even taboo.
As I look back over the past 25 years, raising my two twin daughters was easy as well as difficult. Parents know an instruction manual did not accompany their children at birth, and even if it did, each manual would need to be customized per the child. I became a single parent less than a year after our daughters were born. Fortunately; however, I am not sure fortunately is the proper word, the girls were so young when their mother passed, their memory of her is vague, if at all.
Now 25, my girls, Priscilla and Sasha, are absolute beauties, as was their mother; to whom I give all the credit. Not that I am an ogre, it's just women are the more desirable of the sexes. Priscilla, the oldest by four minutes, is blonde, green eyed, fair skinned with a toned body stemming from her love of exercise. Sasha is brunette, brown eyed, with olive skin. Her body is toned as well, but it comes naturally from the creator.
Obviously, they are fraternal and not identical twins.
Their beauty isn't limited to their physical attributes. Both are well educated, articulate, hardworking, polite, and for a lack of better words, nice people. Spending time with them always brings me joy, and recently, so much more. Still, despite these common characteristics, their personalities are as different as their beauty.
Priscilla is an outgoing, type A person; something I find to be a major positive for her. I never have to guess what is on her mind, although she does keep certain secrets from me. She can be a bit intimidating if one isn't comfortable with their own persona.
She is driven and usually gets what she wants; but only about 99.99% of the time. After graduating from college, Priscilla started her own business, and it is booming; to the point where I need to make an appointment to see her.
She is also incredibly sexy and she knows it.
Sasha is more reserved, and a bit shy until you get to know her. With Priscilla as her sister, Sasha took the more private path, concentrating on her studies and putting herself through college. This is her last semester for her Master's degree and already has a number of offers from prominent research firms. She too has a way of getting what she wants.
Like Priscilla, Sasha is incredibly sexy, but in a more conservative way.
The girls have always raved about my cooking, and took an interest in it. For their 18
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birthday, I enrolled all of us in a week long course at one of the local cooking schools. It was a blast and from that point on cooking became one of our passions.
Sasha turned cooking into an erotic event.
When our recipes were near completion, we'd always have to taste. If I used a spoon to serve her, Sasha would gently take hold of my wrist as if it were a certain part of my anatomy, and sensuously take the contents into her mouth, lick her lips, and savor every drop of our creation.
There was nothing more erotic than feeding one another a sample with our fingers. As we sucked and cleaned the other's fingers, I always became aroused. We would look at one another with smoldering desire, stating how the savory tastes of the food made us feel that way. We both knew we were lying.
Priscilla's cooking style was sexual.
It started with her cooking attire; naked except for a too-short, oversized T-shirt and a pair of slippers. Each time she bent over or reached over her head, the shirt would lift up and expose her shaved mound. It was difficult not to look, and I got caught looking on more than one occasion. Priscilla would just give me a knowing smile, but Sasha would say something quippy such as "Dad, the sauce...."
Another activity we enjoyed was movie watching. This started with the Disney Classics when they were young. Of course, their taste changed and by the time they turned 18 they both had specific genre's they followed.
How we watched movies together also changed. Ever since we came back from cooking school and our relationships got closer; movie watching became more intimate.
Sasha loved to snuggle with me on the sofa while we watched Romance or Romantic Comedies. Her head was usually nestled in my shoulder; allowing me to smell the wonderful fragrance of her hair; place tender kisses on the top of her head; and wrap my arm lovingly around her. Our connection was very close and warm.
When it was Priscilla's tun to pick out a movie, it was always something risqué. Her watching style was to sprawled out over whatever she was sitting on. Her legs were either draped over arm rests or simply spread.
Priscilla was a major distraction. When the scenes became erotically charged, Priscilla would try to sneak in a few pinches on her nipples or a quick rub on her mound. When she caught me staring; she'd close her thighs, clamping her hands between them saying, "Daddddddy." She knew what she was doing.
My desire for my daughters grew; many old and long buried perversions began to surface.
The girl's bedrooms sandwiched mine. Ever since cooking school, I felt I was sleeping in a video booth at an adult arcade listening to the sound tracks from the adjoining booths. Without exception, every night I would hear their sounds of masturbation. From Sasha's room, I would hear the buzz of her vibrator and the word "Daddy" faintly sifting through her wall. We often came at the same time.
The sounds from Priscilla's room were more overt. It wasn't simply a faint "Daddy." It was clearer and more along the lines of "Yes, that's it Daddy, right there....yes...yes...." or "Oh Daddy, that's so dirty." We rarely came at the same time. Priscilla was insatiable, and I couldn't control myself.
I began to creep on the girls: sniffing their panties, taking them, worshipping their vibrators and dildos which were covered with their essence. I did all the laundry just to touch their intimates and ensure my seed was cleaned from the items I soiled. Both girls were wanton.....like their mother...and so was I.
Thoughts of their mother, Leda, often surfaced as I lusted for my daughters in much the same way I lusted for her. She was an incredible woman and I was starting to see much of her in the girls. Sasha has her skin tone, Priscilla has her attitude, and both have her allure.
Letting my mind drift, I thought back as to how we met.
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Everyone at college wanted her; both men and women. Although we had a number of classes together, and socially we were often at the same place at the same time, she never really paid much attention to me.
Leda seemed to be free with her sexuality. She was an obvious flirt, and most guys considered her a 'ball-buster' because she'd get them all hot and bothered and leave them that way. The girls were standoffish towards her saying she was a slut. That is until they got drunk, and then they couldn't get enough of Leda's tongue.
There was a rumor that Leda was very kinky. I heard more than one guy say, "She wanted to use strap-on on me;" or "When she pulled out the flogger, I ran for it;" or "The next thing I know, she's pissing on me;" or "Wow, is she a nipple freak;" or "She wanted me to wear her panties;".....just to list a few.
Truth be told, everything I heard about her turned me on, but I was too shy to approach her. The last thing I needed was to be shot down in front of everyone. And to complicate matters, her beauty and attitude intimidated me to no end. So, I'd just go back to my apartment, alone, and fantasize about her.
Saturday and Sunday mornings around campus were times for me to get away. I really disliked being on campus after a night of partying. Seeing the hung-over frat boys; the girls on their "walk of shame" back to their dorms; and the bull-shit comments from the boys in the coffee shops talking about the girls they just fucked made me sick
There was a little haunt I frequented, well off campus, to avoid the above mentioned. I'd take my time, read the paper; enjoy a muffin or light breakfast, and take in the images of life off campus. As fate would have it, I was at this café the day my life changed forever.
As I sipped a vanilla latte, munching a biscotti, ingesting the sports section of the morning paper, I felt a presence next to me and looked up. Standing there was the most erotic woman I had ever set eyes upon......Leda....my fantasy.
"James, may I join you?" was her only statement. I was surprised she knew my name.
I put away the paper (even though I didn't get to the various league standings); cleared off the table with the back of my hand; stood and pulled out the chair across from me saying, "I'd be honored, Leda."
Her smile captured me instantly. She looked beautiful in her jeans, low heels, and simple white blouse. Her brown hair swayed as she sat down and I pushed her chair forward. When I returned to my chair, her brown eyes twinkled as we spoke. She was a Goddess.
We chatted forever, covering a myriad of topics before I even looked at a clock. When I did, I realized I had 20 minutes to get back to campus because I had a basketball game. I politely explained my situation to Leda.
She gave me a very sultry pout and asked if I was dumping her. I chuckled, and I actually remember my exact reply. "No, I am actually inviting you to watch the worst basketball player, playing on the worst team, get his ass kicked by some frat boys that think their shit don't stink."
"And"....was Leda's follow on response.
"Well....would you like to have dinner at my apartment afterwards?" I took the chance. What could I say? I wanted to be with her.
"I'd love to."
Hooking her arm in mine, we decided to take my car and come back for hers later.
