Sammi's introduction
This is a story with a difference to most, well two differences actually.
I have photos of all the outfits that Sammi wears in the story. If you send me an interesting feedback and of course give the story a high score, then I will send you some of the photos. If I find the feedback particularly interesting you might get the lot!
If you read the story you will find out the second difference as you go.
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They made a lovely couple. She was gorgeous and he was handsome. She was of average height with stunning blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was nearly six feet tall with longish, dark hair flecked with grey at the temples. Both had slim, fit-looking bodies; his was athletic and well-trimmed hers combined the firmness of youth with her burgeoning womanly curves. She had small breasts, a pert butt and long, long tanned legs that were vividly on show beneath the tight, mid-thigh length, blue dress she was wearing. They were in a hotel ballroom dancing to a small group. It was a slow number a Nina Simone song so they hardly moved; it wasn't really dancing more just swaying on the spot in each other's arms. They were holding hands in the classic dancing position. Their other hand was round the other's body, hers was on his waist, his was on her bra strap. Her boobs were pressed against his chest, their stomachs were touching and as they moved so their thighs rubbed together. He felt himself getting hard and moved away from her. She moved back so they were again touching. He moved away again as his cock fought with the material of his boxers and the folds of his shirt in an endeavour to rear up his belly as an erection should. But the material and the boxers won so instead of standing up straight his rapidly developing erection became simply a bulge in his thin trousers. Not just a bulge, though, but a large bulge. A bulge that had now reached the dimensions where it could not be ignored, it could not be missed and both became acutely of its existence.
James
It wasn't a sudden thing, but then on the other hand it hadn't always been there. I suppose it was something that built up over time. Something that reacted to changing circumstances, a feeling that responded to what was going on around me or maybe us. I can almost, but not quite recall when it first hit me, my first inkling, my first inclination, my first surge of feelings. But having said that I rejected those first sensations, stirrings and feelings. I cast them to one side for I couldn't accept that I was having them. It was wrong, terribly wrong, it was taboo and unhealthy both physically, but more so mentally. Yes it could not be right that I wanted to fuck my daughter.
Sammi
I suppose it was just after I turned eighteen that I first experienced a change in my relationship with dad. Not just in our relationship, but more so in how he treated me and even more so in my feelings for him. I suppose most daughters at some time in their lives have feelings for their father that go beyond what society prescribes that they should. Mine started at my eighteenth birthday party and built up rapidly over the ensuing months.
I have a great family. We are a loving unit, but also we are good friends. Whereas many of our friends try to avoid being with their parents, my brother Mark and I relish being with ours. We enjoy being at home with them, going out to dinner and going on holidays as a group, well as a family; we have always liked that and we still do.
Dad is a successful business man owning a few companies that must generate good profits for we have an affluent, upscale life-style. Mum and he both have swish cars, hers is a Merc sports and his a big BMW and Mark and I both got brand new Mini's for our seventeenth birthdays.
We live in a lovely house, five beds and a swimming pool, in Essex, just outside London to the east and we have a holiday home in Florida. Part of dad's business is a property development company that operates in Spain so we always have a villa available out there.
Mum's gorgeous, though she is a bit of a bitch, but then so am I, I guess; maybe we are both spoiled rich bitches. With me that comes about in liking to do what I want to do and wanting all the good things in life. I am not nasty to other people, I am generous and caring, but don't suffer fools gladly and I have a sharp tongue. Mum's similar, but I think she is also promiscuous, flirtatious and unfaithful to dad. I think he probably knows that, but he indulges her for he loves her. I think that he too has his flings for he is away a lot and I can see by the way that he sizes up girls and women that his interest is more than mere admiration or theoretical. Lately I have noticed other things too. During my early teens when I had friends to the house I had no feelings at all that he showed any interest in them other than in a 'parentis in loco' way. Recently, however, when my now older, women as opposed to girl, friends are there his attitude seems different.
Whereas mum seems to have a high sex drive, mine is low. I can go ages without sex even without masturbating. She loves flirting, particularly when we are in Spain. She relishes the attention of waiters or creepy guys in the restaurants, bars and clubs she drags me to I am sure just to hear those words that are so magic to her 'you must be sisters.'
James
I think it first came home to me when I was fucking my wife Kelly. She is quite a looker with a very curvy, heavily breasted, wide hipped figure. By no means really overweight at around one hundred and forty pounds her body is chunky I suppose you could call it, or Rubenesque maybe. Being polite you could say she has full breasts, I know they are double d and she is a thirty six inches so being slightly basic I always think of her as having big tits. And that is fine with me. I love tits, full or big, I don't care. I don't mind a bit of sag, but not witches tits that seem to be trying to get down to waist level, ugh.
Kelly is a good fuck, probably as good as I have ever had, and I have had a few for I am quite a naughty boy with the girls. My redeeming feature, well I think it is, is that I don't piss on my own doorstep, I only stray when I am away from home. But having been away from home quite frequently during our twenty-five years of marriage I have had ample opportunity to stray. I am pretty sure that Kelly is similar. We never discuss it for we don't want to know, I guess, but I think she puts it about quite a bit as well. Fortunately, I suppose, she has similar standards to me and has never embarrassed me by fucking anyone at the golf or tennis clubs, a neighbour, work colleague or a friend, well as far as I know that is.
I have, though, noticed a change in my 'admiration' of women recently and that's with Sammi's girl-friends most of whom are a little older than her, around twenty to twenty five or so. When she and a few of them are at the house, especially when they use the pool, I get very aroused and my imagination starts to go into 'vivid' mode; in the past six months I have mentally fucked most of them!
So back to fucking my big-titted wife. I had gone down on her and licked and nibbled her lips and clit until she was moaning deep in the early throes of her first orgasm. As I did that lying between her almost lewdly spread legs with her knees raised so I looked up as usual and revelled in seeing her playing with her tits. She seems to get as much, if not more from them than I do! As well as having oral sex with her cunt I had also gradually eased a finger up her bum. Not too far, just enough to open that hole and send sensations up that passage as well as the other; Kelly likes that and it put her over the top and made her cum.
It was the night of our daughter Sammi's eighteenth birthday party. We were staying at the hotel where we had held the party and we had staggered into the suite the hotel had given as gratis, just because I had spent over five grand with them, generous lot, but a nice touch, at around one. We both felt horny as we got into bed so we kissed and sex became inevitable. After making her cum with my tongue and fingers I needed either, to fuck her or, have her give me a blow job. I knew for sure what she would prefer so turning her onto her front, I lifted her by her waist until she was kneeling on all fours. She put her head down on her arms leaving her ample sized bum, open legs and glistening pussy in the air. I was surprisingly hard given what I had drunk so I easily got it up her, she was soaked. Grabbing the slight saddlebags on her buttocks I started to fuck my wife. It was then and I have no recall or reasoning as to why it was, but as I started surging up and down inside my wife, my daughter came into my mind. And suddenly it wasn't Kelly to whom I was making love, but Sammi. That made me cum hard and quick.
Sammi
I guess in many ways eighteen is a watershed in many peoples' lives. You can vote, drink in pubs, get married, make contracts, fuck and go to war for your country. It is the age when girls become women.
Mum and dad threw a big bash for me to celebrate my eighteenth. It was at a nice hotel and a load of us stayed the night including Luke my boyfriend, my best girl-friend Kim and her casual boyfriend Carl. Kim and I and the two boys were supposed to be sharing separate rooms, although I think mum and dad suspected that I occasionally slept with Luke; they are very liberal-minded. Kim really is a good mate and demonstrated this by volunteering to share with her boyfriend who she says she hadn't had full sex with yet, so that Luke and I could sleep together.
When Luke and Kim swapped rooms and Luke started kissing me, for some reason I didn't feel that horny. With us lying on the bed as Luke kissed me and caressed my little boobs something was wrong. I know my sex drive is on the low side, but usually when a boy is kissing and touching me, I get worked up, my boobs seem heavy and I feel a glow go through me as my womanly juices start to flow. Tonight for some reason none of that happened.
