ptah
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# Posted: 29 Apr 2008 13:49:06 · Edited by: ptah
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I would love to take a man's wife and his daughters. The thrill of the conquest, his humilation and my triumph, would please me. Ideally, I would like to enjoy a youngish mother with twin teenaged daughters, so that all the women are fit and fertile...
I can imagine the husdband's sense of nervous agitation, and the excited chatter of the women as my car roars into the driveway. I envision, as I slam the door, the elegant Mother as She hurriedly applies fine perfume and scandalous lingerie to Her beautiful young daughters; brushing their long hair and adjusting their firm breasts, all for the enjoyment of Her boyfriend and for the betterment of Her sexual adventures with him.
The husband opens the door to me, sheepishly, his eyes on the floor and his greeting no more than a mumbled stammer. He knows well that his better has arrived to enjoy all of the pussy in his home, and that the women will be as flushed with passion for their visitor as he is warm with shame. I hand him my coat, and stride into the hallway just in time to admire the women descending the staircase, the tall, shapely Lady of the house preceeded by Her slender and sleek daughters, the three of them clad only in daring heels, tiny lace knickers, and gowns so light and so almost transparent that they do little to conceal their womanly bodies. Saying nothing, The Lady kisses me deeply and lovingly, Her hands softly cradling my neck and Her body melting into mine. Our tongues lock briefly before she steps back, laughing sweety at Her fidgeting husband. She then presents Her blushing, shy daughters to me with a gesture. Their large, dark eyes fix on me, and they beam their identical, sparkling smiles. I pull them both into my grasp, strongly, and bury their soft lips in mine, as I fondle their long smooth thighs and soft buttocks
The husband is curtly dismissed by his Wife, with instructions to return with the best Champagne and four glasses. She turns, and leisurely leads me to the drawing room, flanked by Her fragrant daughters. I am beckoned to sit on a large, softly cushioned couch, and they sit around me and upon me, and my world is submerged in a bliss of silken hair, warm lips, eager tongues, firm thighs; the pert breasts of the girls and the magnificent, full bust of their mother. My hungry hands run over flushed cheeks, toned bottoms and the rough wetness of skimpy lace knickers embracing enflamed sex, both girlish and womanly.
The husband returns, and his Wife and their daughters notice him just barely enough to snatch the glasses. The girls become giggly and lightheaded immediately, as the wine is passed from my mouth, past their soft lips and into their young bodies and their hot blood. I run my cold glass over The Lady's magnificent breasts, Her beautiful nipples rising further and threatening almost to peirce Her flimsy gown. The girls squeel in delight as they perform the same service on each other, for my approval. All at once lust overcomes me- I tear at the girls' fragile gowns and throw them to the ground. The Lady smiles, and stands erect, to Her full height, and gracefully removes Her own, revealing Her luscious, hourglass body; naked except for a brief whisp of lace masking Her sex. She drains Her glass, and hands it to Her husband. Without looking at him, She says,
"My lover and I will now adjourn to the master bedroom." She continues, with a smirk, "The girls will join us in one hour, after we have fucked in private to My satisfaction, for their pleasure and for My lover's. You will accompany them, with another bottle of Champagne, and a selection of condoms".
With that She takes me by the belt, and leads me from the room, her hips swaying provocatively. I mouth kisses to the girls, who return them with eyes narrowed like felines'. The husband casts down his eyes, and turns the colour of Burgundy, as I wink at him, my hand planted possesively on the cleft of his Wife's gorgeous arse....
If anyone wants me to continue, just let me know. Maybe it can go in the stories section.
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