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LETTER OPENER
When she opened the letter, she wasn't quite sure what to expect. She didn't recognize the handwriting, the address, the postmark, the sheer white crispy stationery.
She did recognize the scent, though. That hot, steamy unmistakeably erotic scent of sex,the kind that goes straight up through your nostils to your brain -the ultimate sex organ. Feeling the paper in her hands made her tremble, the way she did just before she was going to come. Even before she unfolded the letter, she knew it was something that would move her in a special way, flick a switch that had only been flicked once or twice in her whole life. A switch that was wired from her clitoris to her brain through her ass, her luscious, oh-so-fuckable, ooh I need to penetrate this ass. Or her pussy. Or both.
She felt the texture of the letter again - before she opened it. It was soft yet firm, letting the scent that seemed to emerge more and more from the paper as she held it. There were Christmas cards in the mailbox, sure. But this letter was different.
She opened it. It unfolded before the way she felt herself open up to a nice hard persistent, probing cock. Sometimes, she could throw her legs wide and up, taking a man as deep inside her as she could. Other times, special times, she could bend over a bed or a couch or a table, feel the man's cock probing deep inside her sopping wet - always wet cunt and get to that place, that plateau where she needed more, needed it in that special place, that forbidden and naughty and oh so sacred place where she soared so close to the sky or the heavens or wherever it was she went when she was coming. Since she had matured, become a woman, well, a young woman anyway, her dad had begun to pop into her head as she masturbated. She would caress her breasts, her nipples would rise to her touch and as soon as her hand strayed to her pussy and her swelling clit, she could see him, smiling at her, a hand hiding his erection.
She had seen him that one time in the shower. She thought she was alone, there was no car at the house and just burst into the bathroom as he stood there, soaping up his cock - and it was semi-hard, his eyes shut with soap in his hair. She stared at his cock for a moment, wanted to kneel before him and take it into her mouth and almost did, but then quietly shut the door and stole into her room and masturbated herself to a glorious orgasm. She did it this time, lying on her tummy so that her perfectly shaped ass was upturned and when she came, she had to muffle her face to quiet the scream of ecstasy. And then her door opened..."Ashlyn? Oh Jesus...sorry." Dad had seen her perfect ass. Oooh that got her hot all over again.
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Then there was that morning when she was up early. Earlier than usual. Their room was just down the hall. And she could hear the sounds of sex, she was sure. She tiptoed down the hall, the wood cold on her bare feet and peeked in to see her dad straddling her mom's face, thrusting his cock into her mouth as he leaned on the headboard....and she seemed to be swallowing all of him. Mom was good, she could suck cock. "Ooooooh soo good, Jane," he groaned..."You suck sooo good." She felt herself wet between her legs, watching and they were so into it, they would never have heard Ashlyn anyway, she could have jumped on the damn bed! She began to touch herself...and turned away from the door when she heard her mom say, in a breathy sultry voice, "Put it in my ass...now...fill up my ass...Christ, now..."
She could hear the bed squeaking and when she peeked back in, her mom was on her knees, her hair sweaty and her face intent as she could see her dad taking the big head of his cock, finding a way to push it in while she moaned. They were so fucking loud. And now, she couldn't take her eyes off his cock, what she could see of it, plunging deep into her mom's ass until she heard her scream and her dad, just a moment after, collapsing on her, filling her ass with cum.
OOOh that was sooo hot, she walked quietly down the hall, hopped back into bed. Her cunt was soaked, she was ready to cum quickly...but delayed...pushed it back....and built and built until, in a daring move, she pushed, for the first but not the last time, her middle finger into her virgin ass....and came sooooooo hard...she had to bite a pillow.
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zorafolley
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So it was summer and she was home in the afternoon and Mom was gone to Ohio. And she was so horny. She slept in one morning and about 9 or so, heard some noise from the bedroom. She was puzzled. Dad should have been at work. She tiptoed down the hall and saw Dad, tall, gray and distinguished with his whopping cock in his hand, the knob all wet and red, jerking off to a porn movie. A young girl, oh my god, a girl that looked like HER, was bent over the bed and a black man, a large and long cock was easing in and out of her ass.. He was so close to cumming, she could tell that he closed his eyes...and jerked harder....and this time, she did it. She quietly pushed the door open, softly knelt before him and took his swollen cock in her mouth. The touch of her mouth shocked him at first, then he couldn't help himself, held her face softly in his large hands and came in thick ropes of cum in her mouth.
She swallowed it all, quite a feat for the first cock she'd ever sucked. Then looked up at him. He was smiling. "You saw me and your mother, didn't you?"
Ashlyn nodded. "I did," she said softly. "I saw you put it in her ass."
He laughed. "You're a naughty girl. Why were you peeking at me?"
She hugged his legs and kissed his cock. "Because I've been wanting to do this. And more. For a long time."
Before she could say another word, he reached down and pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply. He lifted her up onto the bed next to them, stretched her on her tummy and began to rub her back, sliding his left hand between her legs, inserting a middle finger into her very wet pussy. "You are such a beautiful young woman, Ashlyn," he whispered. "I can't bear to think some other guy is going to put his cock here (he pushed it into her pussy) and here, (he pushed a middle finger into her ass) and in your lovely mouth."
She was in ecstasy, his touch was firm and loving and tender but daring, too. She was letting him penetrate her private places and had just swallowed his cum. And what a load it was. But this felt so good, it could not be wrong. She luxuriated in his every touch, his every gesture seemed to bring her to the bring of an orgasm. Then he stopped.
She turned and could see his cock was rock hard again, the large knob at the end pink and red and wet. He was stroking it and wasn't sure, it seemed, what to do next.
She knew. "Dad," she said, her voice surprisingly throaty.
"I really feel like I need it in my arse."
She heard him gasp. Then she spoke again. "Look, my ass needs to be fucked. I've been finger-fucking it every night since I saw you take mom's ass. Can you do it?"
She was so aroused she could not find words to shape into sounds, she might just spread her ass cheeks wide, opening that tight, seldom probed, so deliciously taut hole to whoever's cock happened to be behind her. She was reckless just then. Completely free.
Then she would feel him slide it in...it would seem enormous at first, too big, it seemed...and then it would slide further and her ass, so into the lovely, taut and joyous ride, would relax and it would ease in to the hilt and she would gasp in pleasure and excitement.
He would withdraw and slide forward again, with more lust and vigor and excitement and she would begin to soar, moaning, screaming, heart racing, nipples hardening, consciousness blanking and tingling and soaring until she could feel the come approaching. He fucked her ass all that afternoon...it took him a long time for a second cum she had made him cum so much. But he did...and she did, too...with him in her ass. MMMMMM
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So now, with Christmas approaching, this letter arrived. A letter that smelled of sex. Of carnality. She hadn't cum in three days so, smelling it now, she trembled. She unfolded it.She was breathing hard. She heard herself. She looked down at the letter. It contained a photograph, a photograph of her, bend over before a mirror, hair tied in back, the spectacularly shaped ass - it's tiny naughty hole itching for a large cock - peeking out at whoever she sent it to - with love and lust in her heart. She made herself come after she took that photo, slid a finger deep in her ass as she did, thinking of what she would do if her dad, her erotic toymate would actually present his cock, which she knew was stiff and wet and red and aching for her, if he was only in front - or rather - behind her.
Taped to the picture was a condom. A used condom filled with what seemed a large, very explosive cum. She could smell the sex again. Overwhelming. She gushed a little between her legs, reached down and felt how truly wet she was.
She dipped a finger into the condom - she couldn't help it - she just had to know what he tasted like. She touched her fingertip into the condom - somehow, through all the miles - it was still warm.
She smiled, felt herself get wetter, looked at her flushed face in the mirror across the way. She saw the look in her eye, as if something was going on so deep, so fundamentally INSIDE her, inside her real sex organ, her brain that had her in a state of excitement and eroticism that she could not imagine. She watched herself in the mirror, extend a tongue and dangle her index finger - cum dripping off the tip - over it.
When gravity - or maybe it was destiny - took over and the cum dove down onto her tongue, she came in the most violent, most spectacular, most lusty way she ever had. She came so hard she had to sit on the edge of the bed, panting.
She stretched out on the warm bed, reached for her cell phone. She gently laid the letter down with the photo and condom, stretched on her stomach and made sure that her lovely ass was in the mirror...full frame. She reached back into the warmth of the condom with her index finger, crooking it, got a full nice load. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, her hands trembling, she slid her finger - and his cum - into her aching and trembling ass, snapping the cellphone picture as she did.
Merry Christmas, Dad, her text read. See you soon.
She swallowed it all, quite a feat for the first cock she'd ever sucked. Then looked up at him. He was smiling. "You saw me and your mother, didn't you?"
Ashlyn nodded. "I did," she said softly. "I saw you put it in her ass."
He laughed. "You're a naughty girl. Why were you peeking at me?"
She hugged his legs and kissed his cock. "Because I've been wanting to do this. And more. For a long time."
Before she could say another word, he reached down and pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply. He lifted her up onto the bed next to them, stretched her on her tummy and began to rub her back, sliding his left hand between her legs, inserting a middle finger into her very wet pussy. "You are such a beautiful young woman, Ashlyn," he whispered. "I can't bear to think some other guy is going to put his cock here (he pushed it into her pussy) and here, (he pushed a middle finger into her ass) and in your lovely mouth."
She was in ecstasy, his touch was firm and loving and tender but daring, too. She was letting him penetrate her private places and had just swallowed his cum. And what a load it was. But this felt so good, it could not be wrong. She luxuriated in his every touch, his every gesture seemed to bring her to the bring of an orgasm. Then he stopped.
She turned and could see his cock was rock hard again, the large knob at the end pink and red and wet. He was stroking it and wasn't sure, it seemed, what to do next.
She knew. "Dad," she said, her voice surprisingly throaty.
"I really feel like I need it in my arse."
She heard him gasp. Then she spoke again. "Look, my ass needs to be fucked. I've been finger-fucking it every night since I saw you take mom's ass. Can you do it?"
She was so aroused she could not find words to shape into sounds, she might just spread her ass cheeks wide, opening that tight, seldom probed, so deliciously taut hole to whoever's cock happened to be behind her. She was reckless just then. Completely free.
Then she would feel him slide it in...it would seem enormous at first, too big, it seemed...and then it would slide further and her ass, so into the lovely, taut and joyous ride, would relax and it would ease in to the hilt and she would gasp in pleasure and excitement.
He would withdraw and slide forward again, with more lust and vigor and excitement and she would begin to soar, moaning, screaming, heart racing, nipples hardening, consciousness blanking and tingling and soaring until she could feel the come approaching. He fucked her ass all that afternoon...it took him a long time for a second cum she had made him cum so much. But he did...and she did, too...with him in her ass. MMMMMM
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So now, with Christmas approaching, this letter arrived. A letter that smelled of sex. Of carnality. She hadn't cum in three days so, smelling it now, she trembled. She unfolded it.She was breathing hard. She heard herself. She looked down at the letter. It contained a photograph, a photograph of her, bend over before a mirror, hair tied in back, the spectacularly shaped ass - it's tiny naughty hole itching for a large cock - peeking out at whoever she sent it to - with love and lust in her heart. She made herself come after she took that photo, slid a finger deep in her ass as she did, thinking of what she would do if her dad, her erotic toymate would actually present his cock, which she knew was stiff and wet and red and aching for her, if he was only in front - or rather - behind her.
Taped to the picture was a condom. A used condom filled with what seemed a large, very explosive cum. She could smell the sex again. Overwhelming. She gushed a little between her legs, reached down and felt how truly wet she was.
She dipped a finger into the condom - she couldn't help it - she just had to know what he tasted like. She touched her fingertip into the condom - somehow, through all the miles - it was still warm.
She smiled, felt herself get wetter, looked at her flushed face in the mirror across the way. She saw the look in her eye, as if something was going on so deep, so fundamentally INSIDE her, inside her real sex organ, her brain that had her in a state of excitement and eroticism that she could not imagine. She watched herself in the mirror, extend a tongue and dangle her index finger - cum dripping off the tip - over it.
When gravity - or maybe it was destiny - took over and the cum dove down onto her tongue, she came in the most violent, most spectacular, most lusty way she ever had. She came so hard she had to sit on the edge of the bed, panting.
She stretched out on the warm bed, reached for her cell phone. She gently laid the letter down with the photo and condom, stretched on her stomach and made sure that her lovely ass was in the mirror...full frame. She reached back into the warmth of the condom with her index finger, crooking it, got a full nice load. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, her hands trembling, she slid her finger - and his cum - into her aching and trembling ass, snapping the cellphone picture as she did.
Merry Christmas, Dad, her text read. See you soon.
