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FAMILY FUCK FEST
Three Sizzling Stories
By Evelyn Wren
Copyright 2012 Evelyn Wren
Smashwords Edition
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Daddy's Anal Angel
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Ashley turned around and scrutinized her back side in the floor-length mirror in her room. She had on a pair of plain white cotton panties and she had just stepped out of the shower, so they were clinging tightly to her still-damp skin. She shook a little bit and watched her impressively round, firm ass shake in the mirror.
She furrowed her brows in concern, worried that she had put on weight since moving in to the Girards’ home six months ago. She was there to work as an au pair for their two little girls, and the family had kept her so busy that she hadn’t really had time to go running as often as she was accustomed to. She had also been nipping into the cookies Mrs. Girard bought for the girls, a minor indulgence that made her tedious afternoons with the girls go by a bit faster.
Before she could determine whether her concerns were founded, Mrs. Girard knocked on her bedroom door.
“Ashley, honey, we’re about to head out. Did you want to come say goodbye to the girls?”
Ashley quickly slipped a lightweight, white cotton sundress over her tan, slender frame and shook out her still-wet blonde locks. Mrs. Girard was taking the girls to her parents’ lakeside cabin, just like she did every weekend during the summer. The girls could be annoying sometimes, but they were very sweet in general and Ashley wanted to kiss them goodbye before they left.
Ashley skipped down the stairs without bothering to put on shoes, her short dress fluttering around her bare thighs, and met the family in the kitchen.
“Are you coming with us this weekend?” Maeve, the smaller girl asked. “Grandpa promised that we could sleep in a tent in the back yard.”
“Not this weekend, sweetie.” Ashley answered. “I’ve got homework to do.”
This was true; Ashley was studying nursing at the local junior college and she did have an assignment. It wasn’t the real reason that Ashley wasn’t going to be spending the weekend at the lake house though. She wasn’t about to explain her true plans to the girls or to Mrs. Girard.
For the past several months, besides being an opportunity to catch up on her school work in a quiet house, the weekends had been an opportunity for Ashley to earn extra cash from Mr. Girard. She knew that if Mrs. Girard found out, not only would her job be finished, but probably also the Girard’s marriage.
This extracurricular activity had begun late one Saturday evening when Ashley was alone in the house with Mr. Girard. Both of them had stayed home to work, she on her health homework and he on whatever it was that he was always bringing home from his office. She had just finished one of her assignments and needed to print it from the printer in his study, where he was working on his computer.
He hadn’t shut the door completely and she walked in to catch him working on something, but it certainly wasn’t anything for his employer. Mr. Girard was sitting at his desk, jerking off. Ashley was caught completely by surprise, but instead of rushing out the door in embarrassment, she had stood there, transfixed by his fantastic cock. Mr. Girard’s engorged member was long and thick, much bigger than Ashley’s boyfriend’s dick.
Mr. Girard’s gaze met Ashley’s and they were both completely still for a moment. Ashley didn’t move, and instead of apologizing and making himself decent, Mr. Girard began to slowly resume stroking his hard, girthy shaft as Ashley watched him.
As Ashley recalled that first evening, her gumdrop nipples hardened under her thin dress and her pussy tingled. He hadn’t touched her that night. Instead, once she realized what she was doing, she ran back to her room in a mixture of fear and embarrassment. She hoped that this invasion of privacy wouldn’t cost her her job, but she also hoped that she would see Mr. Girard’s juicy dick again.
She didn’t just want to see it; she wanted to feel it inside of her tight pussy and she even wanted to taste his hot cum. That night she had returned to her room and rubbed her sopping wet slit through her panties, imagining what Mr. Girard would do to her. She fingered her clit while she imagined riding him, sliding up and down on his fat pole until her pussy burst into spasms. She didn’t have to imagine for long, though. Soon, Mr. Girard asked her if she would be interested in earning some extra income on the weekends.
Since that time, Ashley had been looking forward to their time alone. Not only because Mr. Girard was an incredible fuck, with way more experience and the same amount of stamina as any guy her age, but also because she was getting accustomed to the extra spending cash. She liked having him spoil her, and was quickly developing expensive tastes.
At first, Ashley had made a point to get dressed up for Mr. Girard as soon as his family left. She would put on new cocktail dresses and expensive lingerie that she had bought herself with his money. Eventually, though, he had asked her to stop. He preferred the more innocent, natural look that she sported on a day to day basis. Ashley was a bit disappointed that he hadn’t admired her new sophistication, but had to admit, cotton panties and sundresses were much easier for her.
That particular Friday, Mrs. Girard and the girls left before Mr. Girard was home from the office. He usually worked late into the night at home, but rarely stayed downtown after working hours. Ashley had time to brush out her long hair once more and spritz on some of her light floral perfume before she heard his car pull into the garage.
Ashley jogged into the living room and sat on the arm of the sofa, eagerly anticipating him. As soon as he walked through the door, Ashley could see that he had stopped at a liquor store on the way home and picked up a bottle of wine. This was unusual, because Mrs. Girard did not approve of her drinking in the house, among other things, and Ashley was excited.
“Is tonight a special occasion?” Ashley asked, wondering if he had been promoted at work or something.
“Hmm...” Mr. Girard answered with a slight smile, “you could say that.” He set down the bottle and paused to admire his little slut baby sitter. He looked over her small, perfect tits that were completely visible through her sundress and got a glimpse of her panties as she shifted her weight. Her body was so tight and she was always so eager to please him. She was inexperienced and he was looking forward to teaching her a few new tricks.
Ashley wondered what he was thinking about but let the matter go as he opened the bottle and poured them each a glass.
“To new friends,” toasted Mr. Girard. They clinked glasses and Ashley sipped her red. It tasted very strong to her, but she was careful not to let Mr. Girard see her wince as she sipped. It seemed that as soon as the wine hit her throat, her body felt more warm and relaxed.
Mr. Girard sat on the sofa and Ashley moved to his side, with her legs curled under her. He took off his tie and loosened his color. She could smell his aftershave, which was musky and peppery, kind of like the wine. He also smelled faintly of sweat, which turned her on. She didn’t like it when men smelled too clean; she found it girlish.
As the pair made some small talk about the day, Mr. Girard began to tease Ashley a little bit, lightly stroking and pinching her bra-less nipples beneath her dress and even putting his fingers in her mouth. Ashley nervously sipped at her wine until she began to feel a little bit drunk and tried to squeeze closer to him. He responded by placing one arm around her and one hand on the inside of her thigh.
She knew that she was sweating lightly, even though the house was air conditioned, because her panties were beginning to feel unbearably hot. She parted her legs so that he could reach her wet panties with his fingers. He lightly stroked the outside of the cotton, making her slouch down on the sofa and press herself into his hands.
He laughed quietly at her maneuvering and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her small mouth. She could taste the wine they had been drinking, as well as her own strawberry lip gloss. His kiss became more hungry as his fingers moved her panties to the side, searching for her soft folds.
Ashley began to whimper. She was so sensitive, but she wanted to feel him inside of her. It drove her crazy, the way he would slowly tease her, sometimes for hours, before he gave her what she needed. Hoping to provoke him, she put aside her wine glass and began to rub the bulge in his pants. He was already hard, and his cock was bent and struggling to break free from his trousers.
Much to Ashley’s dismay, Mr. Girard removed his fingers from her temporarily so that he could unbuckle his belt and release himself to her caresses. As soon as he was loose, though, he set back to work on her, gently stroking her tiny slit with his finger tips, barely flicking at her already erect clit. Ashley lifted her sundress over her head and tossed it to the floor. She leaned back in for another kiss, but Mr. Girard pulled back slightly and pulled her face towards his fully erect penis.