Monique - Schooled for sex

"We'll have to register as father and daughter," I told her. "And you're going to have to take off those eyelashes and make-up. Look innocent at least until we get into our own room. Another thing, could you wear something over that top? Those tits make you look like Lolita."

"Afraid they'll suspect something?" she smirked.

"Terrified." I could see it now, Joe 'jailbait' McCanoczek goes to trial. That crime got the biggest sentences because the judges were mad with jealousy. They wanted teenage pussy and if they couldn't have it, the guy who got it would pay dearly for it. I'd been in the business for a long time, I'd seen men go up for trial a hundred times, and after a while you get to realize that the symbol for justice shouldn't be a blindfolded woman holding balances; it should be a crotchety old man suffering from a war injury, standing on top of steeples with both thumbs turned down. So I took care to see that Maree followed my instructions. By the time we reached the lobby she looked like my daughter. Both of us were swarthy and good looking, and now that she had her platforms off and her flatties on she was able to hold my hand and still resemble a forlorn child. The person behind the counter didn't even raise an eyebrow when I asked for a room with two beds.

"Isn't this marvelous!" she said when the door had been locked behind us. "Look, color TV and everything! I'm going to take a bath first, Joe, I'm still dirty from that swim in the lake."

"I'll have one with you," I said quickly. My whole body throbbed like an aroused cock. Alone at last! It was a heady sensation to be close to Maree, to watch her undress, and to know there wasn't the slightest chance of anyone's discovering us. She was mine to do with as I pleased. She removed her clothes quickly but I wasn't far behind.

"You have to stay here for a moment," she said seriously. "I have to pee first."

"So do I. I'll tell you what, why don't we pee together?"

"That's disgusting!" she said, wrinkling her nose.

"Come on, let's see what it's like." I pushed her into the bathroom, a shiny affair of white tiles and long mirrors. No matter where we stood we could catch our reflections. In her bare feet she barely reached five feet, to my six, and for a moment there I thought of myself as her father. But then her big ripe tits hove into view and my tingling balls told a different story. "Get into the tub," I said, "and stand up in front of me.

"I usually sit down."

"Stop being a baby. Go ahead, get in the tub with me." We faced each other and there was a long pause. I had fight down an erection before a drop of piss would pass through, and she had to sort out psychological problems before she could accept the situation she found herself in. But a twisted spurt of piss arched through the air and landed at her feet, and right away there was a change in her behavior.

"Wow!" she said, looking at my quarter-hard cock in awe. "That must be great to piss like that. Look at me, I can do it too!" And with a squeal she reached down to her furry pussy and parted her lips with two fingers, forcing her thumbs behind the skin flaps so that her inner cunt bulged out. A moment later a thin, golden stream of piss leapt out at me and ran down my leg, warm piss that brought shivers to my body. The last of her shyness disappeared. She moved forward, legs wide apart, her pussy inside out, aiming her trickle of piss at me so that it splashed against my inner thigh and mine hit her squarely in the navel and poured down into her pubic hair and over her. cunt. For the first time in my life I wanted to piss forever! The thrill was subtle, elusive, but strong for all that, feeling the warm piss from her body and seeing mine drip through that most coveted part of hers… but soon, all too soon, our bladders were empty and the thrill faded.

Maree switched on the taps and rinsed the piss out of the tub before putting in the plug and filling it halfway with hot water. We sat down then and helped each other to lather up. The golden shower had been the entree. Now we restrained ourselves only because we knew we had all the time in the world, all the conveniences, and on top of that we wanted to tease ourselves into a higher state of lust. It wasn't easy, though, especially when she soaped up her big tits routinely, just as she'd been doing for years. The sensual sheen of her flesh, the blobs of soap suspended from her nipples, watching her wash her face like a little girl, all that made my cock stick out of the water like a buoy. When she wanted her back washed she turned her back to me and got down on all fours so I could do her ass too. This was where the teasing almost got out of control. I lodged my cock vertically against the split of her big buns and wiped her back down with a washcloth, moving my dick as the cloth moved. She started to push back into me, daring me to go further, to take her from behind. By the time I'd lathered down to the small of her back my knob was awfully close to her asshole, and the temptation was balanced only by the certainty that she wouldn't welcome a cock up that particular orifice. No, hold on a bit longer, I told myself. I wanted to fuck her up the ass but to do it I would have to choose the right time.

So I backed off and washed her ass very carefully, shoving the washcloth up her anus with one finger and evoking squeals from the girl. There was much that I could teach her about sex and I planned to give her a crash course. Already she'd discovered that a finger up the ass can be fun. In the bedroom I would show her that quantity in that department was quality. When she did my back there was no reticence, although she did run the tip of her finger curiously over my sphincter muscles. I groaned to tell her how good that felt, but she withdrew it quickly and turned her attention to my balls.

After rinsing each part of our bodies very carefully we got out of the tub and dried ourselves down in front of the big mirrors. "Do you really think they believe I'm your daughter?" Maree asked.

"It doesn't really make any difference. Even if we had produced birth certificates and photographic evidence, they'd think I was screwing you by now. You're irresistible, that's the point."

"Oh, that's nice of you to say," she said. We were clean, dry, and ready except for our hair. Maree had a blow dryer in her case and we sat on the bed with it. She did mine and then her own, and when that was done she said with an impish smile: "You know what I do with this machine sometimes? I get off with it. No, don't laugh, it's true. Only don't tell anyone. Look, I'll show you." She directed the stream of warm air to her tits and turned the thing on full blast A high-pitched whine accompanied the blast of air and I could imagine what the people in the next room were thinking: vibrator! Well, they weren't far wrong. The stream of warm air made her nipples stand up and already she was less occupied with showing me than doing it to herself. Now the stream moved downward, her legs opened wide, her free hand parted the labia, and now the hot air blasted away at her clitoris without obstruction. I could only sit by and watch with envy. Women had so many ingenious ways of jerking off whereas, men were more or less confined to the old fist. There she went, going limp, moaning slightly, her hips bucking erratically, until suddenly she snapped taut like a drawn rope, and then relaxed completely.

"Isn't that awful of me?" she laughed when she turned the machine off. "It's dangerous, too, I could get a shock from it or something. But it's so nice that I can't resist it."

"Come here," was all I said. Her pussy was still hot from the dryer, but hardly dry. Trickles of whitish ooze appeared as soon as I opened her up, and my tongue quickly flicked left and right to get it all. Maree lay back, her head high on a mound of pillows, her hands idly caressing the tips of her tits. She knew how to luxuriate, that girl. Her legs were drawn up wide apart and her eyes were half closed, there was nothing she had to do but to let me eat her. And as I burrowed into that teenage cunt and drank her ample juices and nibbled her clitoris and did all the other things women are fond of, she drifted away into a voluptuous doze, moaning softly, pinching her nipples. The most effortful thing she did was to lift both her tits up to her lips and kiss the nipples. But that exhausted her. She reclined once more and let me push her into dreamland.