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  Faster and faster we moved, both of us desperate for another taste of ecstasy.

  "Come with me, Mom," Sarah panted. "I want us to come together."

  "Oh, baby, I want that too!"

  My daughter's thighs slapped against mine as our bodies pistoned. The muscles in my cunt convulsed. I could feel Sarah's juices mingling with mine along the length of the dildo. There was a lustful look in her eyes that I'm sure mirrored my own.

  "Oh, Mom! I'm so close. I'm gonna come. I think I'm gonna come!"

  I thrust against her with even more intensity. I wanted my baby to feel bliss. I wanted her to come so hard! My lips found hers. Our tongues tangled for a passionate moment. Then Sarah threw back her head.

  "Oh, fuck!" she screamed as she bucked against me.

  My voice joined hers in an orgasmic chorus an instant later. Our hips continued to thrust, milking every last ounce of pleasure from the dildo.

  Both of us collapsed in opposite directions. We were panting hard, our bodies were dewy with sweat, our pussies still connected by a length of purple silicone.

  Sarah was the first to sit up. She leaned forward and eased the toy from my ravaged hole. It pulled free with a slippery plop. Without the tiniest bit of hesitation she lifted the end to her mouth and licked it clean. It was the most sensual thing I'd ever witnessed.

  Crawling on top of me, she held out the end that had been inside her. It was painted a creamy white from her orgasm. "Do you want to taste me too, Mom?"

  Instead of answering, I raised my head and stuck out my tongue. My daughter slid the toy into my willing mouth. I sucked and slurped as she pushed it in and out. I savored the intoxicating muskiness of Sarah's cunt, and I didn't stop until the dildo was spotless.

  "How do I taste?" she asked.

  I couldn't lie. "You're the most delicious thing I've ever put in my mouth."

  We leaned back against the headboard, wrapped in each other's arms, and looked at the assortment of sex aids scattered across the sheets.

  "You know something, Mom? After all that, I still can't decide which one of these toys I want. I think it might take me a few more tries before I'm ready to buy one of my own."

  I entwined my fingers with hers, and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. "I've got an idea," I said. "Maybe we can have another mother-daughter sex toy party in the future."

  "Can it be sometime soon?"

  "Anytime you want, Sarah. Don't be afraid to ask."

  "I love you, Mom," she said and squeezed me tight.

  "I love you too, honey." Then I tilted her chin and looked her in the eye. "But let's make one thing clear. We need to keep this party of ours a secret, okay? I don't think there's any reason we need to tell your father what we're doing."

  She looked shocked. "I wouldn't dream of it!"

  "Pinky swear?"

  We hooked our fingers and kissed again.

  "Now get back to your homework," I said, and gave her ass a playful slap as she climbed off my bed.

  "It's going to be hard to concentrate," she said as she pulled her big t-shirt over her head and settled it around her hips. "I'm going to be replaying this evening over in my head for hours to come." She blew me a kiss and closed the door behind her.

  I sank into the pillows with a satisfied sigh. I couldn't believe I'd spend the most sensual night of my life in the arms of my stepdaughter. As I tidied all my silicone pals back into the shoebox I felt a flutter of excitement in my belly. I could hardly wait until Sarah came to visit me again. I had the feeling that I was going to become her most favorite toy of all.

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  STORY 10

  Daddy-Daughter Sports Night was my favorite part of the whole week. We would have pizza and beer while we cuddled on the couch and cheered for our favorite team. Naturally, my stepfather wouldn't allow me to have a beer of my own. I was still only eighteen and not legally allowed to drink. Sometimes he would let me take a sip or two from his can. A couple of gulps was usually enough to make me feel tipsy. I guess I was a cheap date.

  I don't know how I managed to maintain my slim girlish figure after gorging on pizza week after week. I guess I had a quick metabolism. That was the only possible explanation, because most nights I would end up eating way more than my stepfather.

  One evening, while I was finishing my fourth slice and licking the tomato sauce off my fingers, I noticed a chunk of green pepper was stuck to the front of my t-shirt. Food on my clothing was an all too common occurrence. My big breasts were always getting in the way, catching the drips and the spills that otherwise should have fallen into the napkin that was spread across my lap.

  That night, without thinking, I raised the front of my shirt to slurp up the pepper. In the process I accidentally flashed my bare breasts. I didn't realize what I had done until I was smoothing the fabric back into place over my belly.

  My stepfather stared back at me with a shocked expression on his face. "What's the deal, Tracy? You don't wear a bra any more?"

  I blushed, not too keen to discuss my breasts with Daddy. But since he had asked, I didn't really have a choice. "You see how big my chest is," I said. "You can't imagine how uncomfortable it is to squish my boobs into a pair of constricting cups day after day. It feels a whole lot better to let them hang free so they have a chance to breathe."

  "Is that such a good idea when you're out in public?" he asked. "I'd hate for someone to get the wrong impression about you."

  I reached across the couch and gave his knee a reassuring pat. "You don't have to worry about me, Daddy. It's not like I'm flaunting my body all over town. I only go bra-less when I'm here at home."

  He seemed relieved by my explanation. "I suppose that makes sense. Being squished tight all day long isn't very pleasant. I can certainly relate to your dilemma."

  "Are you kidding me?" I laughed. "I didn't know you wore a bra too." I gave Daddy's pecs a playful squeeze, and was surprised by how hard and well-defined they were.

  "No, not a bra," he said as he plucked my grasping fingers from his chest and placed them back in my lap. "I'm talking about jock straps. When I played football in high school I had to wear one. I can't tell you how miserable it felt to squeeze my junk into such a confining space before every game."

  A sudden image flashed through my head of Daddy's cock crammed into a protective cup. How big was his organ if it caused him such discomfort? Did his balls peek out from around the edges? Did the tip of his appendage poke from the top, unable to fit?

  We went back to watching TV, but I remained distracted and preoccupied for the rest of the game. Why did I have a sudden obsessive curiosity about my stepfather's cock?

  During the next commercial break I shuffled closer to him on the couch and asked if I could have another sip of his beer. I don't know what got into me, but I guzzled the whole thing in seconds flat.

  "Whoa, steady-on!" He plucked the can from my hand and gave it a shake. Oh, it was empty all right.

  I grinned and let out a tiny burp. "Sorry, I was really thirsty."

  "If your mother knew I was letting you drink, she'd kill me."

  "Come on, Daddy, it's not like I'm turning into a wino. Mom is never going to find out unless you tell her."

  My mother had moved out of the house a year earlier. I had been living alone with my stepfather ever since. I loved him beyond words, and the two of us were inseparable. I think part of the reason we were so close was because we shared a love for sports.

  Mom used to nag him all the time and make him feel guilty whenever he tried to unwind with a cold brew and a football game on TV. Who knows why she was so mean to him. The poor guy worked long hours on a construction site to give us a comfortable life. Surely he deserved some time to relax when he got home each night. It wouldn't surprise me if Mom's constant nagging was what finally drove the two of them to get a divorce.

  "Your illicit beer consumption will be our little secret," he said, tapping the side of his nose. "Just don't let any mention of my bad pa
renting slip out the next time you visit your mother."

  "My lips are sealed." I snuggled against his chest and was enveloped in the spicy fragrance of his cologne.

  A few minutes later I grabbed my fourth slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table. Messy girl that I am, I knocked a pepperoni slice onto my chest on the very first bite.

  "Aw crap," I muttered. The tomato sauce was sure to leave a permanent stain unless I put my top into the washing machine straight away.

  Before I could stand up and go to the laundry room, Daddy leaned over, raised my t-shirt to his lips, and gobbled up the pepperoni. I felt a breeze on my bare breasts and knew at once that Daddy had caught another glimpse of my tits.

  "We are going to have to get you a bib the next time we order pizza," he said as he lowered my shirt back into place.

  His actions had been so bold, so unexpected that I didn't know how to react. All I knew was that my nipples had stiffened and were now protruding quite prominently through the fabric.

  I have no explanation for what I did next. Maybe it was too much beer, or maybe it was the alluring scent of Daddy's cologne. Maybe it was the pervy image of his cock inside a jock strap that lingered in my mind. Whatever the reason, I did something terrible.

  Instead of turning back towards the TV, I raised my shirt up over my breasts. I stared Daddy straight in the eye and said, "I think some of the tomato sauce may have soaked through. Do I have any on my chest?"

  I couldn't tell if he was shocked or embarrassed by my bold invitation. A long moment passed between us. Then, without a word, he lowered his mouth to my breasts. His tongue flickered between my cleavage, moving across the spot where the pepperoni slice had fallen. His breath was warm against my skin. His saliva was slippery. Surely the mess was cleaned up by now. What was taking him so long to finish?

  I gasped when his head moved to the right. His lips enveloped the stiff nub of my nipple. I knew for a fact that I hadn't splattered any sauce in that direction. With each flutter of his tongue I experienced an electrifying jolt between my legs. My clit began to tingle like crazy, stirred to life by Daddy's sweet kisses.

  "There you go," he said, sitting up at last and tugging my shirt back into place. "You're all cleaned off."

  We watched the rest of the game in silence, but I could scarcely focus on the screen. My head was spinning and my thoughts were racing as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.

  Why had I been so bold about flashing my breasts at Daddy? Why had he licked and sucked on my nipples? And why did I do nothing to stop him? But what surprised me more than anything else was how good his mouth had felt on my skin.

  I think Daddy must have been just as stunned as I was by how the evening had unfolded. He didn't say another word to me for the rest of the night. When the game was over, I stood up quickly, gave him a peck on the cheek, and hurried to bed.

  The awkwardness between us lasted for several days. I avoided talking to him or spending too much time in his company. For the first time ever I bailed on a Daddy-Daughter Sports Night. I made some lame excuse that I had a lot of homework to do. But as I sat upstairs in my bedroom I couldn't concentrate on my studies at all. I kept fantasizing about my stepfather's mouth. When I closed my eyes I could almost feel him licking and sucking and slurping on my breasts.

  I continued to skip Daddy-Daughter nights in the hope that I would finally cool off and be sane enough to sit beside him on the couch without being tempted into doing something naughty. But instead of getting better, my urges only worsened. My perverted desires grew stronger. I couldn't stand to be away from my stepfather any longer.

  That Friday there was another game on TV. I went to my closet and changed into my team jersey. It used to belong to Daddy and was much too big for a skinny girl like me. The sleeves dangled over my hands, and the hem hung down to the middle of my thighs. I was about to leave my bedroom and join my stepfather in the den when something possessed me to remove my jeans.

  And my panties.

  I was totally bare under the jersey, but the garment was so baggy that my nakedness wouldn't be noticed. If I hadn't been feeling so horny I probably never would have done something so daring. Before I lost my nerve I went and joined my father.

  He was stretched out across the couch, lying on his side. He too was wearing the team jersey, and a simple pair of boxer shorts. There was a can of beer in his hand.

  "Can I join you?" I asked shyly.

  He looked up at me. "No homework tonight?"

  I shook my head and glanced at the empty coffee table. "No pizza?"

  "Not this time."

  "Could I have a tiny sip of your beer?"

  "I don't think so." Maybe he thought the booze had been the thing that led us into temptation the last time we watched a game together.

  "Can I join you anyway?"

  "You're always welcome." He didn't sit up to make room for me. He continued to hog the couch, lying across the cushions.

  I didn't bother to sit at the far end beside his feet, even though there was enough room for me to fit. Instead, I lay down and spooned up next to him so my back rested against his chest.

  "I'm not blocking your view, am I?" I asked over my shoulder.

  "No … lucky for me your head isn't too fat. I can almost see the screen over your ear."

  I gave him a nudge in the gut. "Take that back! I don't have a fat head!"

  He just chuckled.

  I wiggled my shoulders until I was comfortably settled. But I still remained precariously perched. "You're gonna have to put your arm around me otherwise I'm at risk of rolling onto the floor."

  "Such a demanding girl," he said with a huff of mock impatience.

  "And you're such a couch hog," I retorted.

  He put his beer down and curled his arm around my belly, pulling me close. My jersey-covered ass was now firmly planted against his crotch. "It's nice to have you back. Watching the games without you hasn't been the same." He gave me a kiss on the back of the head. "I've missed you, kiddo."

  "I've missed you too, Daddy."

  We lay in that intimate embrace and stared at the TV. I have to admit, I wasn't paying much attention to the action on the screen. Thanks to the fact that I wasn't wearing any bottoms I could feel every inch of Daddy's soft cock as it pressed into me. I wasn't the most experienced at gauging the length of penises, but my educated guess was that he was about seven or eight inches long.

  "I like it when you do that, Daddy," I whispered.

  "Do what?"

  "Rub my belly like that."

  He quickly pulled his hand away. "I didn't realize I was doing anything."

  He had been absently caressing my stomach. Each swirl of his fingers sent the most delightful tingles through every part of my body. "No, don't stop, Daddy. It makes me feel nice and mellow. Kind of like when I've had too many sips of your beer."

  "Sips?" he snorted. "Is that what you call them? I'm pretty sure you guzzled a whole six-pack the last time we watched a game."

  "I don't drink that much!"

  "Keep it up and you'll have an enormous beer gut."

  "Are you calling me fat again? How can you be so mean?"

  "Don't get me wrong, I still think you're as skinny as a rail. For now. But one day soon it will all catch up to you. So no more beer for you."

  "Well, if you won't give me a sip to make me feel mellow you'll just have to keep stroking my belly."

  "I suppose that's a reasonable trade-off if it means I get to keep all the drinks for myself." He took a loud slurp from his can to annoy me, but true to his word he rested his hand back on my stomach again.

  His touch sent another rush of pleasure through my body. I know I should have been happy that he was rubbing my belly, but I was a greedy girl. I wanted so much more. "You know," I said after a while. "It might feel nicer if you did it skin-on-skin."

  He shook his head. "I don't think you'd like that. My hands are pretty rough from working on the construction sit
e."

  "I don't mind, Daddy." I tugged the hem of my jersey up over my waist, all the way to the underside of my breasts.

  He jerked in surprise when he saw I was totally bare underneath. "Where the hell are your panties!"

  "They're too constricting," I said innocently. "It's just like the situation with my bra. I feel so much better when I'm bare. You should try going commando too, Daddy. It's much more comfortable."

  Before he could argue I reached back and pulled the waistband of his boxers down his hip. I thought for sure he would stop me, or at least try to resist. For some reason he allowed me to undress him until his cock tumbled free and pressed against the swell of my buttocks.

  "There, doesn't that feel great," I said. "Especially since it's so warm with us lying so close together on this couch."

  He grunted in agreement but didn't say anything else.

  I reached for his hand and positioned it on my exposed stomach. After a bit of gentle coaxing, I got him to rub and caress me again. I let out a contented sigh and went back to watching TV.

  Ever so gradually Daddy's fingers began to drift south. His pinkie brushed the upper swell of my mound. I had been shaving my pussy for as many years as I could remember. Not that I had much hair to begin with. What little I possessed was so fine and silky blonde that it looked like I was bare anyway. I had a very prominent clit, especially when I was aroused. More than anything I wanted Daddy to keep moving lower so he could caress my velvety folds.

  I could tell he was just as turned- on as I was. His crotch grew warmer as the blood rushed into his penis. With each passing minute he stiffened against my buttocks until his cock completely unfurled. His shaft pulsed against my lower back.

  Neither of us breathed a word about how inappropriate it was for a father and a daughter to be naked from the waist down in front of each other. I certainly wasn't going to say anything if he didn't. I was thoroughly enjoying the intimacy of our little cuddle.

  "You know, Daddy," I said nonchalantly. "You're kind of poking me in the back. I think it might be better if you positioned yourself between my thighs. Just to keep things out of the way."