Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2017 15:38:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Chubby and Sweet 4 Chubby and Sweet, 4 of 4 Bisexual Incest -- Adult/Youth Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas If you enjoy reading these stories, please contribute to Nifty This final chapter is dedicated to DC, who introduced me to the concept of "Willingly Playful". I'd also like to thank my Chubby Sweet for encouraging me to tell this story. Would I have fucked her? I always ask myself that question but deep down inside I know the answer can only be yes. I had turned my 12-year old Chubby Sweet into my personal cock sucker. She was incredible. As we used to say in the military, "She sucked a mean dick". She had been hanging on my cock for about three months and showed no hesitation about doing it. I'd smile at her and look down at my crotch, or snap my fingers to get her attention and point at the bulge in my pants, and drop to her knees she would. There were times when I'd snap my fingers and point to my crotch and there would be no bulge, just a flat cock that wanted to be made hard in her mouth; no problem for her. I tell her, "Make it quick", or "We have all the time in the world" and she'd either blow me in a few minutes or suck and suck until I was ready to end it by coming. Now get this: I introduced her to the idea of back to back blowjobs. One day she was hanging on my dick, but I was so horny that I came almost immediately. So, I told her to just keep sucking. No reason why not. We had all the time in the world and I had a primo cock sucked kneeling before me, and so I told her, "Keep sucking, you bitch". Now let me interrupt my story with an explanation of the "you bitch" comment. My little one was so willingly playful. I could crawl into bed besides Chubby Sweet at night, or have her sit on my lap to watch TV while my hands roamed all over that plump body of hers, or snap my fingers for a blowjob any time I wanted. Never, not once did she push me away, say not now, or disappoint in any way. In fact, she once asked me what could make it better and I said dirty talk. She was OK with it. I told her I wanted the dirty talk to include my being able to call her names. She was also OK with that. I said filthy, filthy names. She was fine with that too. *** I could read my dad like a book. I knew every twitch of his cock, ever pulse, his breathing. I could tell when he was getting ready to shoot. I could even tell if he was going to shoot in my mouth gradually or explode. I learned he liked me to lick his cock clean and to kiss the head after I finished a blowjob as a thank you to his cock for giving me its load. When he would tell me that we had all the time in the world I used a technique he showed me where I'd latch onto his cock for a fast blowjob and after his first climax I'd slow down, keep sucking, and get him hard again and slowly drain his balls, completely empty. Sometimes he joked that his balls were hiding from me after one of my superb blowjobs afraid I would want to suck him again so soon. Dad had this thing for satin panties. When he'd ask me to go put on some satin (he never had to say the word panties, but I knew that was what he meant) I knew I was getting a tongue lashing. Whether I was on my back with my legs wrapped around his head with his face practically in my pussy, or on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed with him kneeling behind me, he'd have me wear satin panties. And then one day I got an idea. My dad was the kind that would lose himself during a blowjob, especially the long, slow, kiss, lick, suckle, and suck everything from the head to the taint kind of blowjobs. Sometimes I'd look up and his mouth would be slightly open with his eyes rolled back into his head and just a little saliva drooling out of the side of his mouth, and I knew his entire focus was on the feeling of my mouth on his cock. So, remembering that he just given me a tongue lashing that curled my toes, but did not drench my satin panties (sometimes he'd eat me right through the satin material and my panties would be soaked, completely drenched by saliva and pussy juice, at other times like today he's pull my panties to the side and tongue fuck me) I took off my panties while I was sucking his dick and gently rubbed the satin against his balls. It was like total OMG. He started face fucking me. At first it was gentle but then he got a little rougher and came, a lot, a whole lot. From there on I started getting face fucked big time when he realized that I did not mind. Initially he was hesitant to really fuck my throat hard, but I'd encourage him. I would sit with my back pressed against the back of the couch and he'd kneel over me and face fuck me. I mean brutally fuck my throat. I'd do my part to heighten his arousal by moaning or pretending to gag. Since he was much stronger than me, and I could not move my head he'd press his hips against my face shoving his cock head deep into my throat when he came. Afterwards he'd be so apologetic, but I would reassure him I did not mind and that I loved it as much as he. The dirty words, the name calling, came about the same way. He did not want to hurt my feelings, but I told him it was OK. I because "Dirty Girl", then I was "Nasty Girl", then "Filthy Bitch, Slut, Whore, Cunt" When he realized I could separate the names he used during the blowjobs from me as a person, he went all out. He'd have me blow him and talk dirty and tell me he was coming and to take his was. If I heard "Swallow you little fucking, sleazy whore" once, I heard it dozens of times. *** One day I was lost on a blowjob. My Chubby Sweet had been hanging on my cock for a while and I was ever so slowly building to a second climax. She has already quickly drained me once. It had rained all day and that afternoon I had decided to get one of her infamous back to back blowjobs. As I headed to the next orgasm and I could feel my cock start to pulse and the cum load building up in my nuts, but I was lost to any other reality. Then just like that she moves up, grabs my cock, straddles my hips and sits on my dick. Had I been planning to fuck her I would have removed her panties and fed it to her slowly. First the head, maybe some shaft, then a little more shaft, let her get used to that then maybe half the cock. Eventually over a given period I would have put the whole cock into her, and fucked her gradually. Not her. She simultaneous moved her panties aside and sat on me, using the whole weight of her chubby body to force herself down onto the dick, completely impaling herself and in the process making it seem like the skin of my cock was being peeled back. I loved it. I felt my whole, entire, head and shaft, slide into her in one constant and complete penetration. I came. Not sure if you can picture this, but I was flat on my back, my thick dick completely in her exploding in her and she is fucking herself. I'm shooting, and she is fucking herself. I've been ridden before, but Chubby Sweet was like a mad-woman. She was crying out for daddy to fuck her as she rode my cock, and then she shuddered, and I knew the orgasm had hit her. She fell forward onto my chest. I was in shock as I felt her laying on top of me, breathing as hard as if she had just run a sprint. She was sweaty. I rubbed her hair, which incidentally also was matted with sweat, and told her how wonderfully special she was as I planted kisses all over had face and shoulders. She kissed me on the mouth. A deep-tongued passionate kiss, and then in a lustful voice said, "Fuck me again daddy". It was then I realized that after two orgasms I was still hard and in her. I gently gave her two thrusts, and then she growled, "Hard, fuck me hard". *** My dad and I fucked for years. Sometimes we made love, but mostly it was a go at each other with desire so strong that I would beg to be fucked and he'd treat me like a slut, his private whore. He fucked me all over the house, in various positions. And, over time I was face fucked, pussy fucked, tit fucked, and even ass fucked. But my dad was also very considerate. There were times when he'd lay be back on his bed and make slow, passionate love to me. So slow, and oh so tender that it made my skin crawl and my toes curl that the orgasm seemed to take forever to hit me, and to pass over me. And, those sessions were strictly for my pleasure. And then there were the special moments. Like the time I was headed up the stairs and he stopped me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and as he rubbed my body he got right in my ear and said he could see right through my nightgown because of the sun. He had been standing with his mouth even with my ear, and he slowly moved down two steps and as he did, he kissed my back right through my gown. He mouthed my ass cheeks and grabbed the gown with his teeth and pulled at it. I felt his hand move under my gown and into my panties via the leg openings. He rubbed my pussy with the tips of his fingers and then inserted the fingers into my cunt, spreading the wetness that had developed. He finger-fucked me and as he did he moved his mouth down toward my pussy. He told me to bend over a little and I did. Then he told me to spread my legs and I did that too. The first tongue lash was like a small electrical shock. My dad has powerful tongue. Really strong. Maybe everyone does. Or, maybe it is something particular to men so that they can eat pussy. And, it may even be that my dad had strengthened his tongue from the hundreds of hours over the course of all those years. I don't know, I just know I came and he kept the tongue moving.