The Opposite of Anathema Is Love
Copyright© 2024 by nodoze
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - My daughter and her best friend seduce me. And then their friends get involved.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Anal Sex Oral Sex
The girls woke up before I did and were wearing different tank tops. These covered a little less skin. They quickly convinced me to take them out for breakfast. I do a decent job cooking but I’m not as creative as some restaurants. From there I dropped them off at the mall with a little cash and my credit card. Anything over $150 for the day would need to be repaid or returned. That gave me several hours to do household chores. I was so busy my primal urges fell by the wayside.
There was no fashion show that evening, per se. However the night time underwear was bikini cut briefs. I was achingly hard and made sure to handle things before my night time routine. My groan during orgasm was audible and I hoped the door was enough to muffle the sound.
I woke before the girls on Sunday and provided them with omelets once they stirred. They came out of the bedroom disheveled and sleepy, but dug in quickly. Around 11 they reemerged in bikinis that showed off a lot of skin. The cleavage was bountiful. I think my eyes bugged out. I went out 30 minutes later to bring them some lemonade and suntan lotion. This is when most readers start imagining me oiling up their nubile bodies. As tempted as I was, I managed to control myself. They were lying on their backs and glistening in the heat. I simply told them not to get burned and if they weren’t back inside in an hour I’d come get them.
Behold an hour later and I went to retrieve them. They were face down at that point, their tops untied. My grumbling had them sit up on their forearms and I slowly retreated. What I wanted to do was flip them over and ravish them.
That evening as I sat reading after dinner and they scurried around doing whatever, I realized that neither was wearing a bottom. The tan lines, or should I say light pink burn lines, were evident. They were also not wearing bras under their shirts this evening. I marveled at the motion as their breasts swayed. The nipples poking hard in the air conditioning. There was nothing overt, they just passed by for drinks or this and that. Boy was I dumb.
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