I originally wrote this story for a mutual, who has been a dear friend for over two years now. Vesca, my sweet little English strawberry, this one’s for you.
“God, Babygirl, that was amazing!” The morning sunlight streams in through the bedroom window of our little rented beach house, and illuminates your shiny, smiling face. As I lie on my back, staring up at you, my cock twitches inside you, and a bit of my semen starts leaking out of you. You roll off of me, and playfully catch some of the sticky fluid in your fingers. We kiss, and then I ask, “Okay, Sweetpea, now that we’ve had a bit of fun, what else do you want to do today?”
“Hmm… can we go out on the boardwalk? There’s a toy store there that I wanted to go in.”
“Of course, Babygirl. There’s a used book store and vinyl record shop I wanted to check out as well.” I give you a squeeze, and a kiss. “Go get cleaned up, and get dressed.”
The sun is warm and bright on the boardwalk, and the air is fragrant with popcorn, pizza and French fries. Your tiny hand finds mine, and we walk slowly together, a picture-perfect father and daughter... except for the traces of my cum, leaking unseen into your strawberry-print bikini bottoms. We pass the ubiquitous fudge shops and stores hawking cheap jewelry and vulgar T-shirts, and then you spot it. "Daddy! That's the shop I want to visit! Can we go in?" We steer ourselves through the doorway, into the relatively dim interior. You lift your oversize sunglasses to the top of your head to get a proper look around. The front of the store is all schlock, cheap souvenirs and generic small surfboards and license plates with various kids' names printed on them. Further within, though, they have a better selection of higher-end toys and jigsaw puzzles. I pick up a puzzle that shows a small New England village in brightly colored fall foliage, and decide it will be fun to do when we get back home. You head over to a display of toy animals in quaint clothing, and begin looking through the sets for animals and furniture you don't already have.
"Sweetpea? Oh, they have your Sylvanian Families, fun! I'm going to get this puzzle, and then I'm heading over to the record shop. Are you going to come with me, or do you want to stay here?" "I'll stay here, Daddy. I want to see if they have any new sets, and look around some more." "Okay, Babygirl. Come find me and let me know if you decide to go anywhere else." "Okay, Daddy!" You beam up at me, and I can't believe how lucky I am to have you for my very own daughter/lover/girlfriend. I pop a quick kiss on the top of your head, and make my way to the checkout. As I'm leaving the shop, I step aside to let in a girl of about your age. She has shoulder-length auburn hair, and intense green eyes over a dazzling smile. Her skin is flawlessly tanned, and covered only by a red bikini top that comfortably holds her softball-sized breasts, and a tie-dye skirt loosely wrapped around her waist. I watch her bottom sway as she walks towards the back of the store, and idly wonder what it would be like if she were to accept an invitation to join us in bed... Shaking my head, I step out into the sunlight, and cross over to the record store.
You're looking at an adorable Halloween tea set and trying to decide whether to get that, or the set of little gardening tools, when you sense someone standing beside you. The girl in the red bikini top picks up a set containing a family of chipmunks, then says, "I love these guys. I used to have so many of them when I was younger! Are you a collector?" You start, realizing she's talking to you. You're initially put off by being suddenly addressed by a stranger, but ... there's something about her, her eyes and her smile, and you can't help yourself. You smile back, and tell her, "I've been playing with them for ages, and never gave them up. I have lots of them at home, but I can't help looking for more." "God, you're lucky," she replies. "My mother made me sell most of mine several years ago. Said it 'wasn't appropriate' for me to have them." Her eyes roll as she relays this. "But I did secretly keep a few, of course." She giggles, and you can't help but join her. No one has ever made you feel so comfortable, so quickly, and you find yourself wanting to keep the conversation going. "Where are you from? Do you live here?" you ask, and despite the sunny weather, it seems a cloud forms over her face.
"I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania." She picks up a set containing a family of rabbits, father, mother, brother, sister, and sets it back down. "It wasn't as idyllic as, well, these guys make it out to be. I came here a couple of years ago, and I've kind of been on my own ever since. How long are you in town for?"
"We're here for the week. Just me and my Dad. I have a sister, too, but she's away at school."
"I saw you guys at the beach yesterday. Your swimsuit is so cute, I wanted to say something then, but I got shy. I'm glad I found you here now. I'm Raynie, by the way." You introduce yourself, and instinctively shake hands. The absurd formality sets you both giggling, and she quickly pulls you into a hug, pressing her breasts against yours. She lets go just before it starts to feel uncomfortable. She grins at you, and you find yourself smiling back, almost falling into her deep green eyes. The two of you walk around the store, chatting easily, and when she reaches down to take your hand, it feels natural, like she's been your best friend for ages. "Hey, want to go get some ice cream? I'll take you to the best place on the Boardwalk." You follow her, blinking as you step out into the sunlight. You catch sight of the record shop, and remember your promise. "Oh! One second, I have to pop in here for a moment." She leads you into the cool interior of the record shop, which smells of dust and old paper and vinyl. You spot me flipping through the records in a bin at the back of the store, and make your way back to me. I glance over at you and smile.
"Hey, Sweetpea! Look, they have a couple of Allan Sherman records from the '60s! My grandfather used to have these." Then I recognize the girl who passed me on my way out of the toy store. "Oh! Who's your friend?"
"Dad, this is Raynie. She lives here." Raynie sketches a little bow as you introduce her, and I let my eyes explore her cleavage. "We're going to get ice cream from this place she knows on the Boardwalk."
"Oh? What place is that?" "It's called Duncan's," she answers, "down at the south end of the Boardwalk. It's not like the big chains; there's only the one shop and they use all natural ingredients. They get the cream from local dairies - well, dairies within 100 miles; there aren't too many cows at the beach." She grins at me, and I find myself developing maybe just the teensiest crush on this beautiful, charming girl. "Well, then, maybe I'll have to check it out for myself. I've put more money in your account, Sweetpea, so don't worry about that. You girls have fun!"
"Your dad seems really nice," Raynie says as you leave the record store. "He is," you affirm, "He's the best. We're really super close." Your face turns red as you realize what you've almost admitted, but she doesn't notice. "I envy you," she says. "My dad... well... actually, I don't want to talk about him." The cloudiness that seemed to cast a shadow on her face in the toy store reappears, then she forces it away with a smile. "Come on. Ice cream's this way." You pull your sunglasses back down onto your face as you head south, and the sun beats down from a clear blue sky. As you walk, she talks about life in a beach town. "The whole place seems to close down by the end of September, and even though it seems crowded now, you realize there are really only about a thousand or so people who actually live here. Most of these little shops close up until April or May, and even the chains will only keep one or two restaurants open during the off-season. It might be too quiet for some, but I like it. You get to know the locals, who you can trust and who you can't, and then in the summer you can just blend into the crowds. It's really perfect for me."
She leads you up to a small whitewashed shack near the end of the Boardwalk, where the wooden steps lead down to the beach. As you approach the window, a white-haired woman inside puts down her murder mystery paperback and rises to greet you. "Raynie, my love! You look absolutely stunning today! And who's your little friend?" "Hi, Mrs. MacGillan, this is Vesca, she's in town for the week." You wave shyly at the old woman, who beams at you with all the radiance of a woman who is fiercely determined to be a grandmother to the world at large. She plucks two large waffle cones from the stacks behind her, then leans so far into the freezer you worry she's going to fall in. "Here you go, Raynie, your favorite" ("Butterscotch ripple", Raynie whispers to you) "and for you, my dear, your cute little bikini tells me you might like fresh summer strawberry." She hands you a cone topped with an absurdly large scoop of pale pink ice cream, flecked with bright red chunks of strawberries. You pull out your debit card, but Mrs. MacGillan shoos it away. "No, thank you, my dear! Raynie doesn't pay here, and neither do her friends!" She reaches out to take your hand, and holds it in both of hers. "Raynie's a sweet girl, and she needs good friends. You just might find out there's more to her than meets the eye. Be good to her, all right?" She squeezes, then lets go of your hand, and waves you on your way. "Have a lovely day, my dears!"
"Come on, let's get out of the sun so our ice cream doesn't melt so fast." Raynie leads you off the boardwalk into the dunes, on the side away from the beach. There's an opening underneath the boardwalk, and you follow her in. It's shaded, and the sand is much cooler than out on the beach. Raynie sits facing the ocean, and as you sit down next to her, she scoots closer, almost touching you. "Thanks for hanging out with me today. I was really hoping we could be friends," she smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back. "Thank you, I'm really having fun." You swallow a bite of ice cream, then ask, "Why wouldn't she let us pay for the ice cream?"
Raynie sighs, then says, "Mrs. MacGillan is probably my best friend in this town. She gave me my first job when I arrived, and I still work for her at the ice cream stand sometimes, when it's super busy. She gave me a place to stay for the first few months I was here, and she's been looking out for me ever since, like a mom and grandmother. She's one of the few people I know I can trust, and she knows me better than anyone else here." In the dim light, you think you see tears welling in her green eyes, so you reach over and take her hand. She squeezes it, then says, "I trust you, too. At least, I want to. You just seem so sweet, and so kind, and ... and ..."
She leans in close to you, and almost without realizing it, you lean towards her, completing the kiss. Gingerly, gently, your lips touch hers, then she wraps an arm around your shoulders, and kisses you with more pressure, her tongue parting your lips and snaking into your mouth. She smells of coconut suntan lotion, and her lips have the lingering taste of butterscotch ice cream. Her breasts press against yours, and you surrender, kissing and making out with this beautiful girl in the cool, shaded sand. The ice creams lie forgotten and melting in the sand, as you lie back, pulling her on top of you. You part your legs slightly to let her get even closer to you, as your lips and tongues explore each other.
As you lie there, making out with this, beautiful, magical girl, you decide to invite her back to our beach house, and make love to her in a proper bed.
As her body shifts against yours, you become aware of a pressure against your cunny that you’ve only ever felt with Daddy.
You grab her bottom, pulling her against you. Yes, there’s definitely something there. You were already aroused, but now you can feel your pussy get even wetter. “What’s that?”, You gaze into her eyes, and she looks like she’s about to cry.
“I’m sorry - I should have told you before we -“
You cut off her words with a kiss, and hold her close. “Let’s go,” you tell her, as you stand up and dust the sand from your legs. “My place”.
She grins, and lets you pull her to her feet. You emerge from under the boardwalk, blinking in the sunlight, and start walking hand in hand through the drifts of sand that line the streets and sidewalks in this part of town. You stare at her, taking in her gorgeous green eyes, and the sunlit highlights in her auburn hair, and the vast expanse of tanned skin revealed by her red bikini top. She somehow catches you looking at her from behind your sunglasses, and she smiles at you.
As you walk, you also notice that she’s holding the tie-dye skirt loosely around her waist, as if to accommodate and shield …something.
You get to the house, essentially a two-room cabin, and lead her straight into the bedroom. You throw yourselves onto the bed, and begin making out with a ferocity you never knew you could possess. Your eyes closed, your lips seal together and your tongues battle with each other, while your hands slide over each other’s bodies, loosening your swimsuits.
You part your legs, and feel her pressing against you, a mass inside her bikini bottom growing more solid as you grind against each other. She pauses, looking down at you. “Are you … do you want to…?” She swallows, visibly nervous. Without a word, you reach down and slide your on bikini bottom off, baring your shaven pussy to this gorgeous girl. Then you cup her face in your hands. “Show me.”
She stands up, and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottom. She starts sliding them off, and the fabric hooks on the bulge growing in her front. She tugs again, and the swimsuit slides down her tanned, slender legs, joining her skirt and the rest of your discarded swimsuits in the floor.
You look at her, standing naked in front of you. Her hair flows down over her shoulders, and stops just above her breasts, firm and full with pink nipples erect from arousal and the cool air in the room. Your gaze travels down her flat tummy, and then you see it properly for the first time. Instead of a soft, wet cleft like yours, she sports a slender fleshy rod between her legs, stiffening and rising to reveal a hanging scrotal sac between her legs.
“Well,” she says, “this is me.”
You sit up and take a good look at her. Hair, face, breasts, belly, and… penis. Her cock is long and slender, fully erect, and bobbing gently in the air. For several seconds, you are spellbound, unable to speak.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” she says, bending down to gather her clothes. “I’ll just leave, I’m sorry, this was a mistake, I’ll go, I’m sorry…”
As her voice trails off into muffled sobs, you find yours. “No!” You grab her shoulders as she struggles to get her bikini back on. You pull her back on to the bed, on top of you.
“No, you can’t leave! You’re beautiful! You’re … perfect.”
And you pull her mouth down to yours, stifling her protests. “Please,” you beg her. She looks down at you, her eyes shining with tears. “Please,” you say again, “put it in me.”
You reach down between her legs, and find her shaft, regaining its stiffness in your hand. You rub her tip on your clit, and put a hand on her ass, ready to push her inside you.
“Are you sure?” She sniffles a bit, and wipes away a tear.
“Yes. Please.” Then, whispered, “Fuck me!”
She seals her lips to yours, then pushes forward. Her tip enters your wetness, and probes blindly for a moment, before it finds your slick entrance. She pauses, then slowly slides forward. Your wet sheath eagerly accepts her, and she slides in easily. Her pubic mound meets yours, and her penis is entirely inside you. She gazes into your eyes, and placing her hands on her shoulders, she begins to move on top of you and within you. You wrap your legs around her, holding her inside you as her slow and gentle motions become stronger and more insistent. You kiss deeply, then you tell her, "I've never had a girl make love to me like this." She smiles, and her thrusts come a little faster.
"Have you had many girls make love to you?" she asks.
"How about men?" She pulls almost all the way out, then rubs her tip on your clit again, before sliding back in and bottoming out in you, and you gasp.
"Just one," you say when you get your breath back. You blush, thinking of what we were doing in this very bed just a few hours earlier.
"Just one?" Her thrusts come faster and faster. "Did you try a dick and didn't like it, or is there someone special?" Your face is already flushed with exertion, but you somehow manage to blush an even deeper red.
"Very special." You grab her bottom with both hands, trying to pull her even farther inside you.
"Mm, and how would this very special someone feel about you having sex with a girl who has a penis? Would he feel cheated on? Or would it be hot for him to think about my hot, hard girlcock fucking your sweet little cunny?"
Her rhythm intensifies, and you can feel yourself getting close to orgasm. You picture me in bed with you and Rainey, and you tell her, “He’s going to think it’s so hot… I can’t wait…” She buries her face in your neck, kissing and nibbling you, and your hips buck beneath hers. Gathering your strength, you swing her on her side, and then you roll on top of her. You grind on her, your soaking wet pussy sliding up and down her slick cock. She gazes up at you, and her hands reach up to cup your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between her thumbs and fingertips. You lean down to kiss her, and she slips a hand down to where your bodies join. Sensing that you are close to climax, her fingers find your swollen clit, and start rubbing vigorously. The bedsprings squeak as your bodies assault the mattress, and the front door opens briefly. Your orgasm hits like a lightning bolt, and you shriek and shudder as you squeeze her shaft within you. Her hips buck up beneath you, and her body stiffens as her own toe-curling orgasm strikes, her cock pulses, and you feel the familiar sensation of jets of hot cum flooding your pussy. Once, twice, a third... then her body relaxes, and you lower your lips to hers, kissing her as your bodies twitch and cum drips out of your pussy for the second time today. "Oh my God," you whisper, "that was amazing!" She smiles up at you, and then her eyes widen. "What is it?" you ask her.
"Oh, my. You two certainly are getting along well!" Standing in the doorway, I marvel at your naked bottom, poking in the air, the lips of your pussy still clinging to Rainey's erection, which is only just beginning to subside. Rainey shrieks, and you instinctively jump off of her, semen dripping out of your pussy and onto the bed. She’s scrambling for the covers, desperate to hide herself. You grab the sheets and drape them over her, then put your arms around her shoulders, drawing her into a protective embrace.
“It’s okay, Rainey, it’s just my Daddy. It’s all right!”
Rainey clings to you, burying her face in your neck.
“I’m sorry, girls, I didn’t realize you were in here. Rainey, it’s all right, I’m not mad at you, I promise!” I come to stand next to you as you comfort your new friend, shaking in your arms. She looks up at me.
“You… you’re not? Even though I’m…?”
“Having sex with my daughter? My dear, I know she enjoys being with girls. I’m hardly about to deny her that pleasure, am I, Sweetpea?” I squeeze your shoulder.
“N-no, it- it’s that - well, you must have seen me -“
“Oh… that? You’re trans? It’s a surprise, I’ll admit - I never clocked you when we met in the record store. But I’m definitely not mad about it! Actually, seeing you two together is… pretty hot.”
You kiss her cheek, then tell her, “See, I told you he’d think it’s hot.” Then you freeze. Her eyes widen as she looks at you.
“Oh, no! I’m so stupid! I’m sorry, Daddy!”
Rainey looks at you in surprise, then at me. For the first time since I came in, Rainey smiles. "I think I see what's going on here..."
"Vesca? What does she mean?" You gape wordlessly, in shame and fear, tears springing to your eyes.
"She told me she's only ever had one dick before, and it belongs to someone very special. Someone who wouldn't be jealous that we were fucking, but would think it's hot. And it's you. Her own daddy. Right?" Her eyes meet mine, daring me to deny it. She straightens up, and the sheet falls away, revealing her breasts. 'Dammit,' I think, 'we've been so careful. And all it took was one girl with a dick and she blows our secret.' I breathe heavily, wondering what to do next. Then Rainey stands up, completely naked. Her cock, not yet soft, glistens wetly as it hangs in front of her.
"Sir? Please don't be mad at Vesca. It's not her fault. Yes, I know your secret now, but..." she glances down at her cock, which seems to be stiffening again, despite her recent orgasm, "you know mine. And I promise, I'll keep your secret. I'll do... anything. Her eyes lock onto mine, and she reaches for my belt buckle. When I don't stop her, she undoes my belt, and unzips my jeans. She drops to her knees, and looks up at me. I look over at you.
"Well, Vesca? What do you think? Should we trust her? Do you trust her?"
"Yes, Daddy," you nod, blinking back tears.
"Well, then. I think you better get over here, and help your friend seal her promise." You get out of bed and kneel next to Rainey, as she tugs my jeans down to my ankles. Now it is my cock that bobs in the air in front of your upturned faces. You hug her quickly, then greedily suck my cock into your mouth. Your tongue wraps around my shaft, then you draw back, letting your tongue glide along the underside, tickling the head as it pops out of your mouth. You push it towards Rainey, who tentatively opens her mouth, and touches me with her tongue. She swallows nervously, then opens her mouth again.
"Rainey," you ask her, "is something wrong?" Her green eyes blink, and a tear trickles down the side of her nose. "Have you ever done this before?" She shakes her head, then nods, fighting back tears. I take her by the arms, and lift her to her feet.
"Rainey, sweetheart, I won't force you to do this, or anything you don't want to. I motion her to sit on the bed, and then sit down next to her. You immediately take a seat on her other side. We each wrap an arm around her shoulders, holding her between us.
"I - I'm sorry," she gasps, still trying not to cry. "I want to, I really do, it's just..." I stroke her hair, and kiss her forehead.
"It's okay, baby, really. We won't force you to do anything. I mean it." I grab a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand and hand it to her. She dabs at her eyes and blows her nose, then,
"I've only ever... done stuff... with a man once. I was nineteen. I was already on estrogen, and my breasts were growing in, my hair was growing out, and I was so happy... one night, I was home alone, and I was all dressed up in my prettiest panties and my best makeup, and I looked so beautiful... and then my dad came home. He was drunk, and he caught me. He was so angry! He beat me, and shouted at me, and then he said... he said, if I wanted to be a girl, he'd show me what it was like to be a girl." You go into the bathroom, and return with a Dixie cup of water. She takes a gulp, swallows, and calms down. She begins reciting almost mechanically, "He beat me some more. He choked me. He forced his cock in my mouth, choking me. And then -" - she takes another gulp of water - "he threw me on the bed. And he raped me." She bows her head in shame. You and I look at each other in shock. "That was two years ago. I packed as much as I could carry, and got on the first bus leaving town. I ended up here, Mrs. MacGillan took me in, and well, here I am." She gestures with the crumpled Kleenex clenched in her hand. "God, I'm so sorry! You didn't need to hear all that!"
"Actually, I think we did," I tell her. "And you need to hear that you are safe with us, Raynie." I put my other arm around her, pulling her into a hug, and kiss her on the top of her head. You join in, and the three of us sit for a long moment, locked in an emotional embrace.
"You guys are so amazing. I don't know what I did to deserve all this love." She lifts her bottom off the bed, and swings herself into my lap. "Thank you." She lifts her face to mine, kissing me deeply. For the first time, I taste her, letting my tongue explore her mouth. I can feel my cock stiffen against her bottom, and apparently so can she, as she wiggles in my lap to accommodate it. My hand goes to her breast, playing with her nipple, then I let it slide down her belly to where her own cock is growing stiff. I go to wrap my hand around it, only to find your hand already there, stroking gently up and down. I put my hand over yours, and together we stroke Raynie, encouraging her growing erection. Her hips rock in my lap, sliding against my own swelling member. "Raynie," I whisper, "do you want me to..." "Yes, sir, please... please, fuck me." I kiss her again, then stand up, breaking our embrace. "Vesca, get the olive oil from the kitchen, please." You stand up and head into the small kitchenette at the front of the cabin. Returning with the plastic bottle, you see me on top of Raynie, and you feel just a little spike of jealousy. You tamp it down, though, and walk over to us, enjoying the sight of our erect cocks bumping against each other. "Okay, Vesca, give me that, then lie down here on your back. Good, now Raynie, on all fours over her, like you're going to sixty-nine. Perfect."
Lying on your back, you look up at Raynie's cock, fully hard again, swaying over your face. Her balls hang down, and you can't help but reach up and fondle them, as you stroke her swollen shaft. She leans down grabbing your bottom with both hands, and you feel her lips and tongue on your wet, dripping cunny. Then her cock jumps in your mouth, as I dribble the cool olive oil between her butt cheeks and onto her exposed bumhole. "Oh!" she squeaks, then "that actually feels nice!"
I take a moment to enjoy the scene before me. You lie on your back beneath Raynie, whose upturned bottom is facing me. Her butt cheeks are considerably paler than the rest of her tanned skin, and her asshole is a dark, dusky rose color, a perfect rosebud waiting to be plucked. I dribble some more olive oil into the cleft of her bottom, watching the green liquid spill around her backdoor, then over her ballsack, and down her shaft, where it drips onto your face. You wipe the olive oil up with your fingers, and suck it into your mouth, enjoying the rich, fruity taste. I use my own fingers to work some of the olive oil into Raynie's bottom, loosening and lubricating it, then drizzle some on my own cock, getting the shaft slick and shiny. Setting the bottle down, I lightly grip Rainey's hips, and hold her steady. "Are you ready, Raynie? Are you sure you want to do this?" She looks back over her shoulder at me, her green eyes locking onto mine. "Yes, sir," she swallows once, then, "Do it."
I press the tip of my cock to her puckered opening, still tight despite the lubricant and my digital massage. Her hips instinctively buck away from me, but she immediately shifts back towards me. I press forward again, and this time the tip of my penis pops into her sphincter. She shrieks, but the sound is muffled as she presses her mouth against your cunny. I let it rest there for a moment, giving her a chance to get used to it, then press forward again. Her bottom accepts another inch of my shaft, and again, I let her adjust to it. For several minutes, the only sounds in the room are the squeaking of the bed frame, her whimpers and moans as my cock invades her bottom, and the gentle wet squelching of her sucking and licking your labia while you do the same to her cock. Finally, I grunt, and thrust, and my entire erection is lodged firmly in her ass. My balls hang down, almost touching hers, and as you look up to where my daddycock disappears into her bumhole, you see our testicles hanging over you like a jumble of Christmas ornaments. "Are you okay, Raynie?" She nods, still vigorously licking your cunny. "Vesca?" "I'm good, Daddy," you say around her shaft. Then I begin to thrust.
Raynie yelps, then starts moaning into your pussy. As my cock begins pumping into her, dripping warm oil down onto your face, she licks and sucks your pink lips and clit, and you take as much of her shaft into your mouth as you can. "Fuck, Rainey, you're so tight, so hot.." I slam into her, faster and faster. I know I'm not going to last long. "You're gonna make me cum, Rainey, I'm gonna cum right in your hot little ass!" She squeaks a response into your cunny, and rears her hips back to meet my thrusts. You continue to suck on her, taking almost her entire cock in your mouth. You release and gasp for breath, then seal your lips around her shaft, lashing her with your tongue. "Oh god, Rainey, oh god...!" I grab her hips tightly, pulling her back onto me, leaving bright red streaks beneath my fingers. My orgasm begins at the base of my spine, rushes through my testicles, then erupts in a rush of white, sticky sperm. My cock spasms inside Rainey’s ass, filling her with hot liquid. I spasm again, then a third time, and then she cums, flooding your mouth with her own white-hot fluid. Her cock jumps in your mouth as she cums, and you cough and sputter as you greedily drink it all down.
After what feels like an eternity, the flow of cum ebbs and stops, and I pull out of Rainey’s ass with a wet plop. A sizable gob of my semen escapes before her gaping sphincter reseals itself, then flows down her shaft to join her own cum in your mouth. You savor the taste of the two of us together, licking her clean. I stand up, then Rainey rolls off you, giving you a chance to catch your breath. You sit up, and re-orient yourself to embrace Rainey, and pull her into a kiss. Her cock dribbles a few more drops of cum on your thigh, matching the glaze on your chin. I lie down on the bed next to Rainey, and wrap my arms around the two of you. My cock, slick with cum and olive oil, nestles into Rainey’s butt as it softens, and hers rubs gently against your cunny as her own erection subsides. Between us, Rainey’s body shakes as she hitches and sobs, this time from joy. You gently kiss her tears away, holding her body pressed tightly against yours. From behind her, I hold on to you both, dazed and breathless from the experience. I squeeze my arms around you, possessive and protective, and look lovingly at your faces glowing in the afternoon sun.
“Thank you, Vesca,” she whispers to you, then turns to me. And thank you, sir -“ I press two fingers to her lips, shushing her.
“Nothing to thank us for, Sweetheart. And, Rainey?”
