Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism - Sex Stories

Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism

... mouth over hers. Marta was startled for a second, then raised her hands to push him away. Jake stopped her before she could, of course. As soon as the music stopped, Jake began hearing Petra’s stifled laughter. It got louder until she was cackling with breathless glee, clinging to his arm and shaking. “Ohgod… ohgod Daddy,” she said, “This is hilarious! Can I do it this time?” Jake chuckled, resisting the contagious laughter. “Be my guest, Pet,” he said, leaning back in his seat. Petra bounced over to Marta’s side and considered the scene. She carefully pulled the couple apart, giggling again at the sight of the man; he’d pushed his tongue pretty aggressively into Marta’s mouth, and without her there he just looked silly. Kneeling down, she pushed Marta’s dress up and felt her slit softly. “That sure didn’t take long,” she said, holding up fingertips glistening with moisture. “She’s already wet.” There wasn’t much to say to that, so Jake said nothing, simply watching as his daughter went to work. Petra first rubbed at Marta, then leaned in and began to lick her skin, starting from the inner thighs and working her way up. She moved left, right, and left again, cleaning the moistened flesh, until she finally arrived at the woman’s crotch. Looking sideways and making eye contact with Jake, she began to suck at Marta’s wet folds. She rolled her tongue across her clit, humming a little to vibrate it, then sealed her mouth over the pink lips and drove inward. At the same time, ...

... Jake realized, Petra’s two moistened fingers had moved around behind Marta and were doing something. Jake raised a brow and leaned over. “Petra… are your fingers in that woman’s asshole?” Petra giggled into Marta’s pussy, turning a little to answer. “You heard them before. She probably does butt stuff all the time.” Jake chuckled and tossed a disposable wipe from the table toward her. It stopped moving the moment it left his hand, but a moment of concentration sent it on its way. He stopped it again in midair as it reached her. “Just clean your hands when you’re done,” he said. A minute later - or no time later, depending on who you asked - Petra was again at Jake’s side. Her hand found its way into his lap, and she squeezed his cock through his jeans as they watched Marta squirm. Marta had been about to push the man - Kyle, his ID revealed - off of herself, when another “mysterious” orgasm and a wave of strange sensations buckled her knees. She moaned into his kiss instead, held up by his f***eful grip on her hips, grinding against him lewdly. They didn’t need any more prompting after that; accepting the will of her &#034subconscious&#034, Marta eagerly returned Kyle's kiss. A little tug in between moments by Jake, and her dress rode up in the front so she could press and grind her bare and wet pussy against him, all concerns about her missing panties forgotten. &#034Wow,&#034 Petra said, rubbing Jake through his pants while they watched, &#034That's crazy. I wonder if they're ...