"Oh Dad!" she cried as she came, shuddering through her orgasm, her hands buried in my hair.I slid my fingers out of her cunt and pushed my tongue ins...de her as far as I could, tasting her. She removed her hands from my hair, tilting my chin up to look at her."Dad, its time" she said softly. I knew what she meant. "Are you sure baby?" Yes Dad, I want you."I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead, holding her close. She was giving me a very precious gift."I'll always love you no. Let your inner voyeur and inner erotic feelings come out.No two people have the same experiences or feel exactly the same things. Stories don't need to be long, or use dirty words, or swear. They don't need raunch. People like to read about emotion, real emotion. If you don't know how to say it so it comes our flowery, don't worry about it. Your experiences can be put into words that will sell. Some of the most successful stories on this site are the worst written. Some of the best are the pure. "I slowly turned around to see that face I knew so well, it was Laurel! The sweet twist of the café society that had ripped my heart out. I knew the look on her kisser too well, she was now gonna stomp on it! I tried to look like everything was cool, but her being with Marks really blew my wig, and not in a good way. Marks just stared at me with his icy blue eyes and a twisted smile on his mug. He had the bulge and he knew it.His voice was like gravel in a cement mixer. "I know you've been. She’d had none of the hash yet and little to drink, so this was not a drunken-stupor fuck, but a sober, experienced woman doing what women have done for thousands of years--leaving her ladyship behind and becoming a cum-dump fucking machine to please her man.“I want to fuck my-cum slut from behind. Turn over, now.”“Raise that ass, head in the pillows, pull your ass cheeks apart, so that all men can see that cunt. You should offer this to any man who is good enough to take you. This slit belongs.