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Claire: Part 3

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After our night of wild sex, I curled up behind Claire, my limp prick nesting between her warm ass cheeks, my hand cupping her breast. Exhausted from our efforts we fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed of what we had done. The slow sensual seduction ending in multiple orgasms for her, followed by the animalistic, hard, fast, urgent sex that sent us both over the edge, resulting in emotional and physical exhaustion. Then there was one of those rare, vivid dreams that leave you wondering: did it happen? Or not? I felt a stirring in my loins. Caressing with fingers and lips. Warmth and wetness along the entire length of my re-animated penis. I even heard moans as my manhood was engulfed, released, engulfed again, and again. Until, in a state of semi-consciousness, I came. Or at least I thought I had.When I fully awoke, I was alone in Claire’s bed. No stained sheets. No dried sperm on my leg. No evidence that my dream was anything but. I got out of bed, only to find that the clothes I wore last night had disappeared. I did find a cotton robe to cover my nakedness and a note from Claire.‘Dear Michael’ it read, ‘My mother is ill and I need to see her. I will be back tomorrow to explain. Please stay, if you can. Rissa will keep you company. This will give you a chance to get to know your daughter. Love, Claire.’So I wandered toward the kitchen, where I saw Claire’s daughter at the sink. Her auburn hair hanging down her back, barely touching the top of her green see-through baby doll top. My cock began to stir, as my mind contemplated what the front view would look like.Almost as if she were reading my mind, she turned, giving me a full view of her late teen charms. Her breasts were fully visible behind the filmy material. Small, barely perceptible mounds topped by puffy areola’s and crowned by thumb sized nipples. That, and the obviously waxed pussy that peeked out from behind her green crocheted panties, made her look very desireable.Interrupting my silent gazing, she said, “You like what you see, daddy?”She stepped forward, reaching into my robe, grasping my now fully erect istanbul travesti cock. “No need to answer, daddy. I can see that you do.”Finally able to speak, I stuttered, “But…but,..Clarissa. You’re….you’re my daughter! What would your mother think?”Stepping further forward and ignoring my question, but stroking my cock, she looked me in the eye and asked, “Did you have a pleasant dream last night?”Seeing the slight smile on her face, I stuttered, “ You mean, you….It wasn’t a dream?”Again, she didn’t answer, just kissed me on the lips, worming her tongue into my mouth. After definitely tasting the slightly bitter but very salty flavor of sperm on her tongue, I pulled back in surprise. “This is so wrong! On so many levels! What would your mother say?”“Words of encouragement. To both of us! Your head may not be into this yet, but your cock sure is” she said rubbing the head of my fully erect member against the crochet fabric barely covering her pussy. Then she dropped to her knees, smearing the pre-cum leaking from my slit, all over her lips. Still slowly jacking my cock, she engulfed my left testicle in her mouth, sucking gently as her tongue washed the fragile orb.My resolve was weakening, but I was determined to resist, still. I tried to pull away and she let my nut slip from her lips, but kept a tight hold on my shaft. Standing up, she quickly removed the baby doll top, tempting me with her rock hard nipples. “Let me tell you about some family history.” she said as she played with her right nipple. “Grampa took both mom’s and aunt Marie’s cherries. Mom relieved you of your virginity. And in order to keep the family tradition alive, well, you need to fuck me!”Dumbfounded by this incredible revelation, I stood there staring at her chest, watching her run her fingers over her nipples, stopping every now and then to pull and tweak them. Still mesmerized, I watched her right hand slip down into the crocheted pouch of her panties, her finger sliding inside her visibly moist pussy lips. Her finger emerged from her slit, slick with her own juices istanbul travestileri and she gently massaged her engorged clit, then sunk her finger back into her wetness. Her eyes half closed as she silently put on her erotic show for me, the only noises, our breathing and her finger squishing in and out of her freshening cunt.Seemingly on the verge of an orgasm, she pulled her soaked finger out of her panties and put it up to my nose. “Want some of this, daddy?” she asked , as she touched under my nose, leaving a trace of her musky scent. I nodded. “Would you like to taste me, daddy?” She added touching my lips with her wet finger.Inhaling her scent, I nodded again, opening my lips. Pushing her finger into my mouth, I clamped my lips around it and swirled my tongue around the invading digit. “Do you like the taste of my cunt?”Still sucking the warm, sweet-salty nectar from her finger, I nodded again. She pulled her finger out and plunged it deep into her glistening womanhood, then stepped closer, offering me one of her puffy nipples. “Kiss my tits, daddy. Please?” she asked, rubbing the hardened pebble against my lips. Again, I opened my mouth to accept her offering, no longer able to resist. I knew, at this point, that it was only a matter of time before my cock would be filling the cunt of my own daughter. Social mores be damned! I wanted to fuck her! I needed to fuck her! My cock had beaten my brain. I couldn’t wait! I could feel her moan as she thrust her small chest out, letting me capture her areola between my lips and reveling in the teasing flicks of my tongue on her nippleAgain, her hand delved into her panties, and her fingers into her womanhood. Again she pulled her musk soaked finger from her slit. Only this time, instead of offering them to me to taste, she smeared the slick liquid all over the crown of my cock, mixing it with the generous amount of pre-cum that had formed at my piss slit. Whispering sweetly between moans, she asked, “Do you want to fuck me right here on the kitchen table? Or would you rather do it travesti in the bedroom? Or both!”My answer was to reach under her, cupping her pert little ass cheeks, pick her up and place her on the edge of the table. “Your bedroom, Rissa! Right now!” I said, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to her room. Standing in front of her mirror, I stepped behind her, cupping her small breasts with my hands and nibbling on her ear. My left hand slid down over her belly, slipping inside the crocheted undies , and pushing two fingers deep in her swollen, hairless cunt. “You like to watch, don’t you?“ she teased, humping back on my fingers. Tugging on her nipple and massaging her g-spot, I smiled as I watched our reflection in the mirror. My cock was nestled between the globes of her ass, my fingers ravaging her cunt and breasts. “Oh daddy! I can’t wait to feel your…” I interrupted her by pushing forward, sinking my rock hard penis effortlessly into her lust swollen cunt. I withdrew, revealing my honey coated prick and pushed forward again. Leaving my right hand holding tight to the globe of her ass, I moved the left to her breast, massaging the plum sized protrusion on her chest. I also leaned over and sucked the other into my mouth, repeating what I had done just minutes earlier.“Oh Fuck! That feels good! Fuck me daddy. Fuck me good!” she said holding my head to her chest as she rocked her hips back and forth, meeting my thrusts. I glanced up to see her eyes closed and a Mona Lisa smile on her face. “And, yes, you are the first man to fuck me!”With all the teasing and foreplay that had gone on, I knew I wouldn’t last, so I let my hand slip from her breast to her clit and began tracing circles around the prominent nib. The hand clutching her ass moved enough to keep her in place but poised a finger on the muscular ring of her asshole. She squirmed a bit, but cooed her approval as my middle finger wormed its way inside her while my thrusts gained momentum and speed.“Does my cunt feel good around your cock, daddy?” she panted as she pushed her hips up to meet me, then dropped down on my invading finger. “You want to cum in my tight little cunt? Does it turn you on to be fucking your daughter?”With my mouth full of her breast, I could only moan my approval. Still strumming her clit and sucking on her chest, I could sense that she was getting closer to an orgasm.

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