I am an Asian man in my 40s. My girlfriend, now wife, is only a few months younger than me. At the time, she was 155cm tall, 50kg, and had fluffy short hair; she was a girl who fit the bill of a pixy Asian girlfriend but with a hint of shyness in front of people.
I say she is pixy, unlike the shy attitude in a group, because of her sexuality. She used to date two girls before me. We started dating through a friend when we were about to graduate from university.
It was 15 years ago.
I could tell that she was not interested in men. The reason she dated me was simply because her partner cheated on her with a guy, and she wanted to piss her ex off by showing her that she could pick up a boy, too.
I wasn't too sure about it, either, since her mind had drifted away occasionally while hanging out. Not only that but our sex life was limited to mutual masturbation for about six months. This got me so frustrated to the point I decided to disregard her protest and penetrated her semi-forcefully.
She got upset afterwards, but interestingly and obviously, she had an idea of what it is like to have heterosexual fun. Trust me, lesbian Asian girls could be much freakier than straight girls.
It was all songs and dances until we were burned out by work for a few years. Time was rough, and jobs rapidly moved to a big country with dirt-cheap labour costs and nearly non-existent environment protection laws.
We've got a plan to marry, and we need money. At the time, going on a working holiday trip to Australia was very popular. Not only do we make some good bucks by working hard, but we also have an opportunity to experience a different culture.
It did not take long for our visa to be approved, and we landed in the kangaroo nation.
There were ups and downs, tears and laughter, but we overcame most hurdles together. Now, we were at a crossroads, deciding whether to stay another year or go home with the money we had earned.
To extend the working holiday visa, we had to work in the agricultural industry in a remote area for at least three months. We planned to leave quickly, but the money factor and relaxed pace of life were too tempting. The decision was made too late; we couldn't find any opportunity to work in the same place.
When we were about to give up home and pack our luggage, we received a phone call from a job agency that predominantly matched work exchanges (exchange food and accommodations by work), telling us that they had a client who urgently needed a few helping hands.
It's a single dad with a pair of young kids who runs a small farm and a handyman workshop. Great reviews from the other travellers. On top of the food and accommodations, he even offered free use of the car and some extra cash for the weekend. We did not hesitate for a bit and took the job. It was our last straw.
Was it too good to be true? Well, yes and no.
When we arrived, he picked us up from the bus station. He was a stereotypical Aussie gent in his early 40s with a sunny personality. He stood at around 180cm and maybe weighed 90, but he was pretty fit for his age, even with the dad bud. My girlfriend and I liked him from the get-go. But the truck he drove was a post-apocalypse scene, to say the least. There were diapers in the footwell, a few half-eaten Chinese takeaways in the glovebox that had started to form its own ecosystem, and a camping cooler that we didn't want to know what was inside.
"Thank you so much for taking this job. I couldn't find anyone. During this period, all travellers have gone to vineyards. I am desperate!"
We could tell he was so relieved to see us. But judging by his truck, we knew what his place would look like. Unsurprisingly, it was the post-apocalypse plus two screaming kids. He had a 3-year-old boy and a 5-year-old daughter. His mum came to look after them while he was away. But obviously, it couldn't be every 24/7.
He arranged for us to live in the loft of his workshop, which he built with his mates. It was a nice timber building with a balcony to enjoy the plain field and sunset. But we had to clean it up and dismiss some unwelcome insects and rodents. The same applies to his own house but with diapers and the smell of ancient milk, which is an extra challenge.
My girlfriend and I spent three days cleaning everything up and getting everything organised. I wish I could show you how surprised he was seeing the results and how quickly we got it done. We even made good friends with the little ones that he had no problem leaving them with my girlfriend.
We were very happy as well because it was almost like a rehearsal for life after we had kids.
It did not take long for us to genuinely appreciate the outback life. Working hard as a farm/fabric hand for me, babysitting for her, driving the single dad's classic V8 Holden for a date and hanging out on the beach all day during the weekend. It was like a paradise on earth. We were so relaxed that we started having sex after everyone was asleep.
The only catch was that we sometimes heard steps beneath our loft. Initially, we thought it was some wild animals, but the sound was too heavy for things like dingos or stray cats, let alone wombats. I doubt if they can even climb a stair. We inspected the whole workshop and found nothing.
Until one day, my girlfriend was giving me a blowjob. I thought I heard something and quickly turned around. Just a glimpse, I saw half of the single dad's forehead submerging from the stairwell.
It was creepy, not gonna lie, but it somehow excited me. I felt my heart pounding, and my body couldn't help shaking, knowing we were being peeped upon. The thought got me so excited that I shot my load prematurely and grabbed my girlfriend's hair firmly, making her swallow it all.
She was a little caught off-guard but still managed to finish the job.
"What just happened? You came so quickly tonight!" she asked with a stripe of my cum dangling on her chin, but I put the finger on my mouth, hinting her not to make any sudden move, just keep doing what she was doing as if nothing happened.
"Let's take a shower and go to sleep. We've got to get up early tomorrow." I said it out loud intentionally. The shower was downstairs. I need to give the Peeping Tom time to extract himself from the crime scene.
When I turned off the light and pretended we had gone to sleep, I told my girlfriend to keep her eyes on the outside. About 5 minutes later, we saw Dad sneak off from the corridor. The moonlight ******* his trace on the trail back to his house.
"Wow..." We both sighed and had another round, and we came so quickly and hard that we ended up sleeping over the next day.
I am not a huge porn addict, and I am not a fan of Western porn. I often watch JAV because of my familiarity with the culture. The funny thing about JAV is the majority of the interracial stuff is with black guys. You can clearly tell those black guys are objectified even worse than their Japanese costars. However, there was this one JAV that caught my eye. The plot is simple: a good-looking white and hung bloke picking up Japanese exchange students at the beach in LA.
The actresses are average, but the way that white dude has sex with them is unlike the others. He puts passion and love into it and makes it erotic but not fetishy. It's the way I have always had sex with my girlfriend. The camera even showed a lot of both actors' expressions, unlike normal JAVs; men were simply faceless walking dicks and fingering machines.
It is also the only JAV my girlfriend appreciates besides the lesbian ones.
"We've been here for almost a year."
"Yes?" she blinks her eyes and looks at me while folding the clothes.
"Remember that JAV we watched the other day?"
"What JAV?"
"The one with a white dude picking up Japanese girls at the beach."
She tilted her head a little, looking confused, then quickly clicked.
"No~way. Noooooo~wayyyyyy. Oh, my goodness. You are such a..." She threw the freshly sunbathed towel at me and rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, let's give it a shot. If you don't like it, we will knock it off and move on to another town. There is only a month left for the visa."
"That's too risky~ What are you thinking!?"
"Hey hey hey easy. Come on, tell me, for real. Aren't you curious?"
As much as she protested, she was not truly upset. I hold her in my arms and comfort her like always when she gets grumpy.
"...Just one time, okay?"
"Sure thing, only one time. If you don't like it, we bail out." I cheered internally.
"...So how are you going to ask?" She pretended to be calm, but I felt her heart racing on my forearm.
"Honesty is always the only way...after all...remind me again how many times THE dingo has watched us fuck?"
We both cracked up.
*** *** ***
"I sincerely apologise and promise it won't happen again."
Calling it a small city is overrated. It's a town. That means most of the residents know each other. There is no brothel, and the only adult recreation is a skimpy bar. Trust me, it's not even skimpy at all. My girlfriend was even more disappointed than me. Obviously, it's not a good place to be naughty for a widowed dad unless you want to flirt with your mate's daughter.
"I was horny, and you are a very lovely couple. I couldn't help myself. My life has been a huge disaster since she passed away, and I have two kids to take care of. I really appreciate your help..."
"Oh, umm, we are not questioning why you did it," I said with an awkward smile on my face. I was expecting him to deny or, even worse, kick us out of his joint for false accusations.
Dad leaned back a bit, and the confusion was on his face.
"...My question was as what I said, no other meanings."
"Would you like to have sex with my girlfriend?"
"...What?"
"She is cute. Don't you think so?" It was really weird that I was actually pimping out my girlfriend. She was blushing all the way up to her ears, not necessarily from the sexual tension but rather the cringe.
"Yeah, she is cute, but why? And does she agree?" His tone is a little relaxed, and he clearly lowers his guard.
"Oh well, sooner or later, we will return to our country and daily life. We came here to try different things, things we wouldn't have many chances to experience back home."
"And you agree?"
My girlfriend just shrugged and nodded with a "not my idea, though..." face.
"I brought this up, but yeah, she's not against it. Plus,..."
"Go on."
"Plus, it's really awkward that you peep at us at night while acting like nothing the next day. Man, I just can't..."
We all burst into laughter.
"Mate, I sincerely apologise for my creepy behaviour. I haven't rooted a woman for two years."
"Yeah, I think you need stress relief. Might as well have some fun before we go. It's better than beating yourself off peeping on us."
"Okay, so what's the plan? Do you want a threesome? I've never done that before; I can't promise I am good at it." Dad seemed to be eager to shift the topic away from his embarrassment.
"Nah, I don't have experience of that, either, to be honest. I think you do what you want with my girlfriend, and I will watch. How about that?"
"...okay? Are you sure about that? That's kind of weird, eh?" he raised his eyebrow in disbelief.
"We will see how it goes. You've watched us so many times anyway. It's only fair that I watch you, right?"
"Oh~C'mon..." He buried his face in his palms as my girlfriend slapped me in the back of the head.
"If she doesn't like it, we just call it a day and get back to normal. How about tonight? See you upstairs after you put the kids to sleep?"
"Nah, come over to my joint, and we have some barbeque; I don't wanna leave them unattended."
I could see my girlfriend's shoulders softened. What he just said seemed to touch my girlfriend's heart.
"Cool, let's do that."
*** *** ***
"Do you think he likes this?" she asked, taking the lingerie we had picked up together at the Honey Birdette and putting it on her chest. It's a set of three-piece see-through in aqua blue. She rolled her eyes when I begged her to buy it. She only wears it for me. Otherwise, this kind of thing is never to her taste. Sports bras and cotton briefs are the only way to go. It's partly because she thinks her breasts are small and too big of a butt. But I think she's adorable in anything.
"I thought you didn't like them? I like your new mascara and lipstick, by the way." I said in a sarcastic tone that made her squint at me.
"He's a good dad..." She said softly when I was drying her hair.
"So you wanna reward a good dad, huh? I see."
"I will reward you when you become a good dad, too."
She sat next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. We held in hands. I could feel we both had a sweaty palm at the moment.
After the barbeque, we went back to our loft and got a shower, waiting for Dad's call. We saw the lights off from the corridor in the little ones' bedroom. About half an hour later, my phone buzzed.
*** *** ***
We tiptoed through the living room and sneaked upstairs. Dad had been awaited with two glasses of wine in hand, and the third one was sitting on the stall next to a comfy armchair. It was clear enough that it was my VIP seat.
Candles were lit around the bedroom, and rose petals were on the sheet. Even though the whole thing was so old school that I felt funny, and he was half naked with only a towel around his waist, I have to respect that it was probably how he had made it romantic for his late wife.
Most importantly, my girlfriend was buying, big time.
"Awww~SOOOoooo romantic!" Her nerves were gone when she saw all these efforts.
"I'm glad you like it, my lady of the night." He handed her the red, and they both took a sip while looking into each other's eyes.
"Shall we?" I just nodded to his question as I let go of my girlfriend's hand and sat in my VIP seat for the show.
The sound of kisses was wet and steamy. The contrast in size between them really worked for me. I am standing at 175cm, only around 5cm shorter than him, but his shoulders were broader than mine, which made him look much larger in silhouette. His hands roamed all over her petite frame while their tongues frolicked, exchanging saliva.
Gradually, he slid the short cami dress off her shoulders, revealing the Honey Birdette lingerie my girlfriend and I bought together.
"You look gorgeous..." He spun her a 360 before holding her into his arms again.
"Glad you like it."
"Nice comeback and I surely do."
"I've never used it with my boyfriend." She made a face at me.
"Is that so? Then I must be so privileged."
Again, he leaned over and made out to her like a bear mounching on honey. His palms trailed down and found her bums, kneading them like dough while softly landing her onto the sheet.
He nibbled her earlobe and kissed his way down along her neck, shoulder blade, then chest, sucking on her cherry nipple while caressing her breast. His other hand reached down between her legs and guided them to spread. I could see the apparent watermark on the satin. As he was teasing her labia and clit, the slimy sound was loud and tickling my brain cells.
I did not expect that she could get this wet with a man she had sex with for the first time. Her waist was pandering the circulation of his fingers, rocking up and down. Sweet little moans mixed with heavy breaths became quicker and shorter.
He sat up and kissed my girlfriend once more before slipping her lingerie off and burying his face between her legs.
I am the type of man who doesn't like to make much noise when eating pussy. A lot of Western porn actors do that, and I always get annoyed. My girlfriend thought it was funny, but...it did not seem to be the case here.
"What a tight little cunt, Chichi (my girlfriend's name). Almost like a virgin. Hmmmm..." He parted her lips and eagerly slurped all over that area, making a thunderous licking sound.
My girlfriend told me later that humming or talking while eating out was no longer stupid to her anymore because the vibration significantly amplified the pleasure. I learned a lesson.
He was not stinting in praise. I felt a little offended that he commented that my girlfriend's pussy was "like a virgin" as if it lacked experience with sex. But looking at how my girlfriend's waist squirmed as he ate her out, my cock undeniably hardened.
As the slurpy sound got louder and her waist floated higher, suddenly, her body gave a violent bucking followed by a sharp squeal.
I knew she just came. And she came hard.
At this point, her butt was completely off the sheet, sheerly supported by Dad's hands. I could hear that sweet juice gushing out from her pussy, shots after shorts. But Dad did not let go of her waist. He cupped her bums and kept kneading them while swallowing every drop she had to give and moaning into her spasming cunt.
It was a legitimate lover's foreplay, and it was the first time I felt there was a possibility that she might have stepped in a little too far. His pussy eating style was so different from mine, yet it made her orgasm harder. However, I couldn't help but be excited and curious about how far she'd go in the rabbit hole.
Before I realised, I already whipped it out and slowly jerked to what I was looking at.
Dad finally put her down and climbed up to make out with her with a mouth full of her own juice. I was not sure if it was intentional; he kept her legs spread wide while caressing her messy cunt in a circular motion.
The post-orgasm caress felt like forever to me at this point. Other than their kisses, whispers and chuckles came out from the head end of the bed that I couldn't hear clearly.
After a while, Dad lifted her on her knees as he stood on the bed. He guided her hands to caress his dad's gut, and then she untapped the towel on his waist.
I had always thought a 5cm (2 inches) difference in dick size wasn't too significant. That was what she told me until that 18cm (7 inches) sprung out in front of my girlfriend's face.
She covered her mouth and chuckled. She blushed up to her ears.
"Glad you like it." He looked down at my girlfriend with a conquerer's smile on his face.
Dad took my girlfriend's hands by the wrists and wrapped her fingers around that thick girth.
He did not look at me for approval. He knew what he had and what I had. That was the level of confidence he got.
Looking at a girl wrapping two hands around a cock in real life was an incredibly surreal experience.
It shows me the real-world difference between those two inches.
My girlfriend turned to me carefully. I knew she wanted to say something but was concerned about hurting my feelings.
"Bigger than Alan's?"
She looked up at him and nodded.
"How big he's got? Show me." He demanded her to make a measure with her fingers.
My girlfriend cropped a length to show my size on his cock.
He chuckled, "Trust me, you will love it." Gently, he guided her to put his lips on his balls as she kept glancing towards me.
I had to stop stroking because that was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
And that had pushed me to the verge of exploding.
*** *** ***
Before continuing the story, I want to express a little bit more about my girlfriend.
My girlfriend has a reciprocating personality, often even overly compensating. This trait is also reflected in sexual interaction. The more pleasure you provide during the foreplay, the freakier she gets during a blowjob and penetration.
I am proud of myself for being an excellent pussy eater and a fingering master. I have always been rewarded by the combination of my skills with some passionate oral and wild dick riding. She likes to take the lead because that's what she did in her previous relationships with the girls. This is unsurprising, as you can easily tell from her tomboy fashion taste and boyish demeanour even in bed.
She always gives me this cocky grin when she squeezes the last drop out of me. That's how she "wins" a sexual contest against me. And I am always happy to give her the trophy she deserves.
Despite the initial shell shock from the big cock, she started giving all she's got to please the cock in her grips. Starting from Dad's balls, she sucked them in turns and lashed out her tongue to give them some thorough massage. All the way up, she trailed along the urethra to the mushroom head and then let it lodge into her mouth. As she slurped his cock head, her hands were tugging the shaft at the same time.
Dad was completely enjoying her service. He let out throaty grunts as his fingers ran through my girlfriend's hair, guiding her to take his cock deeper. But her hands were in the way. He then grabbed her wrists and put them on the back of her head.
"Grrrg, Grrrg, Grrrg, Grrrg..." Dad soon picked up the pace and challenged the depth of her throat.
Thanks to her personality that refuses to admit defeat, especially to men, I managed to make my dick balls-deep in her throat after a few attempts. Our longest deepthoart was about 8 seconds before she gagged out. But facing Dad's bigger and thicker cock, she struggled to take in that extra 5cm, especially since her mouth was stretched out, making it even harder.
The drool started to drip from her chin, and clearly gags were building up. But her head was firmly pressed against that thick girth while her wrists were constrained. She stared up at Dad as if taunting him. This is a chicken game between them.
"You wanna play this game, hun? Hold it there, baby, yes, hmmmmmm..."
Despite her unbending attitude, her throat reflex eventually gave up. As soon as Dad felt the backing motion from her, he released the grips. As my girlfriend was coughing and gasping for breath, he tilted her head back by her hair and relentlessly slapping and rubbing his cock all over her face.
"6:0, you little slut, hmmmmmm, fuck..."
I wondered why it was not 1:0, then soon realised it was the Aussie footy.
It was a much more brutal oral than what we had. I thought my girlfriend would be upset, but I forgot it might only fuel her stubborn competitive spirit.
She tackled his leg, trying to drag him onto the sheet, but it did not move him an inch.
"What are you trying to do, sweetie?"
"Lay down! I will make you VERY REGRET!"
"Alright, as you wish."
Dad raised his hands and laid back on the pillows as my girlfriend straddled his waist, hotdogging that throbbing big cock between her pussy lips.
"No condom?"
"..."
She hesitated.
My VIP seat was at the bed tail. I could only see her back and Dad's fat balls. I wish I could see what her expression was like at the moment.
"...I am having Yasmin."
Her voice was determined.
*** *** ***
"I bet he had no idea what Yasmin was."
We lay in bed, and she rested her head on my arm. My hand gently rubbed her lower tummy.
She said she was feeling swell in her tummy and wanted me to give it a massage the next day after their first sex.
"I thought bareback would make him cum quicker." She was playing that innocent voice trick on me again. She pulls it off whenever she thinks she does something that might upset me.
"Oh~your strategy was very effective, obviously. So effective that I have to do some belly rub now, huh."
"I would still feel swelling with a condom on anyway."
"What a clever point. Very true, my Simone de Beauvoir."
"...You mad?" She looked up like puss in boots.
"I．FUCKING．LOVE．IT"
She squealed as I rolled her over and spread her legs to appreciate what Dad had done to her pussy for the 10th time.
*** *** ***
Back to the present, I watched her hold on to his shaft and guided it to aim at her entrance. Dad's cock was glistening under the dim light. Followed by a slimy sound, she let the girth stretch her labia out and slide the length in, inch by inch.
Her legs were shaking, along with her shivering breaths. Dad's cock finally pressed against her cervix, yet still 2 inches too far from bottoming out.
"...hmmmm..." She rocked her butt on that cock back and forth. The creamy thrusting sound repeated as she moved. She leaned over and stuck out her tongue sucking, kissing, and licking his right nipple while the other hand teased the left one.
He caressed her back and gave her bums a few spanks from time to time. Every time he slapped her butt cheeks, she couldn't help but squeal softly, and her body twitched along.
She held Dad's hands. Their fingers interlaced as she started to ramp up the pace, switching from rocking to bouncing.
"I am...going...Mmmm...to....Haaa...drain...you...!" She squeezed a smirk out of the gasping breaths.
Dad was just lying there and smiled with a "keep going" look.
The smacking got louder and more intense. That silly smirk vanished from her face. The teasing finger trick on Dad's nipples stopped. Instead, her eyes were tight shut, her head dangling along with the piston movements. Her bottom lip rolled in as her shoulders tensed and her arms shook.
It was all so familiar to me; she was close but much quicker than with me.
I couldn't help stroking my cock by mimicking the rhythm of her bounce.
"為什麼...你都不射...嗯~哼嗯...要不行了...為什麼不射..." (Why don't...you...cum...? Hmm...ahh...I am...so close...Why don't you cum...)
I was totally not expecting to hear the mother tongue from her begging for mercy. I felt my balls tighten and my waist sore. It was too late to hold back. I came just like that, embarrassingly, not even able to persevere to the end.
In the middle of my ejaculation, Chichi let out a muffled yet sharp squeal. Her body burst forward and collapsed on Dad's broad chest like puppet cut strings. A wet that almost sounded like spitting queef ejected Dad's fat cock out of her pussy. Stream after stream of hot juice squirted from her vagina, showering Dad's cock and landing on the sheet between Dad's feet.
"Ohhhhh~~~Shhhhiiiiitttt MMmmmmmmmm~~~Fuccckkkkkk~~~~Hooooo....." Dad did not miss this opportunity. He grabbed hold of Chichi's neck, forcing her down onto his chest firmly while SLAPPING his cock all over her squirting pussy RAPIDLY like drum beats.
Chichi was trying to struggle but was all in futile. Her nails were biting into his arms, and her squeal turned into a groan.
Dad quickly did a hip thrust and lodged his cock back into her spasming vagina. This time, balls deep.
As that intense orgasm decayed, I saw my girlfriend's labia choking and milking Dad's girth, along with her shivering.
I felt my legs were weak, and the world was spinning, not only from the premature ejaculation but also from the fact that it was the first time seeing Chichi squirt and cum that hard and thorough on a cock.
While ChiChi was immersing in the aftertaste of the orgasm, Dad just gently railed her pulsing inner folds and rubbed her back. As for me, I only felt dizzy, as if I had taken an uppercut in the jaw.
Looking at my hand, I realise the tissues were on the bedside table. I felt a hollow in my chest, but what just happened in front of me undoubtedly kept my cock going.
When I dragged my feet to the bedhead, Dad looked at me and asked, "That was intense. Does ChiChi do that often?"
I couldn't find words to explain; I just shrugged and shook my head.
He then turned to her and asked again, but ChiChi refused to face me. She buried her face in Dad's chest hair like an ostrich.
"Well, that was a 12:0, then. Fremantle Dockers are smashing it."
I took the whole box of tissues with me back into my VIP seat. I knew the best was yet to come. I needed to save some ammo.
Beads of sweat emerged on her back, volatilising a strong scent of female pheromone.
"Let's make the game more exciting for Alan, Baby girl. Come sit up with Dad, C'mon..."
Dad flipped her with ease despite her intentionally flopping her weight to make it harder. Dad's cock slipped out of her pussy, but he still managed to put her on her knees and straighten her upper body facing me.
My girlfriend was still dodging the eye contact with me. She hid half of her face behind her palm. It must be extremely embarrassing since she made that "I'd win" statement early on yet failed miserably like those cocky MMA fighters. However, I saw a wicked yet reluctant smile through the gaps between her fingers.
It was at that moment I knew she had accepted her defeat.
Dad held his cock and aimed at her dripping pussy, balls deep again.
*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack*...
Slow yet steady and firm, Dad worked his cock in and out of her petite frame. He made sure every thrust was fully received by my girlfriend, not missing out even a millimetre.
"Ho...ho...oh...O...O...Ow...o...O..." Like her initial brattiness, the reserve and denial did not last long before she made those funny little moans and showed us her adorable o-face.
Her body arched up as she threw her head back, making it an easy grip on her neck for Dad. He wrapped his big palm around her jaw and made out with her, feeding spit into her mouth as his tongue batted with hers.
*SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK*
Before I realised, Dad revved up his motor. The sound of him smashing my girlfriend's butt cheeks echoing in the room. ChiChi's face was like tasting the sourest lemon in the world, yet her mouth was wide open. The envelope had been pushed beyond the limit she ever reached. She was screaming without making a sound.
Suddenly, Dad let loose of his support. That all-so-familiar wet queef burst again as soon as she collapsed onto the mattress. She was stretching her arms and back to the extreme while her waist shook uncontrollably.
This time, she squirted a long stream before making a few more gushes that matched the rhythm of her body spasms.
I quietly walked out quietly. I needed to have some fresh air despite the air-con was blowing ice cold in the bedroom. I walked downstairs and topped up a glass of water. That was the best I could do for her.
When I got back, ChiChi was lying on Dad's chest. He leaned back in the pillows, his knees spreading her wide. They were making out as passionately as always while she slowly jerked his cock in front of her pussy with both hands.
I approached them and handed over the water. She did not notice I left for a bit.
"對不起...我沒有高潮成這樣過，我一直高潮到受不了，真的太舒服了...爸爸的雞巴一直把我裡面頂好滿好深..."
(Sorry, I've never orgasm so hard like this before...It just won't stop coming. Daddy's cock is so full and deep in me...)
The guilt was all written on her face. But her tone was full of joy, completely opposed to her apology.
"沒關係，之後好好補償我就好啦。看你這麼享受其實我也很開心。"
(Don't worry. Just make it up to me later. I am actually quite happy that you have enjoyed it so much.)
I felt the slippery juice on her fingers when she touched mine as I fed her water.
I knew the make-up sex wouldn't feel the same anymore.
Before I sat back, we looked into each other's eyes and "kissed goodbye."
"What did you guys say?"
"She said you fucked her so well that she was losing herself. And she feels sorry that she never came this hard with me."
I felt my cock had never been that hard before when I was saying it.
"You have to make up with Alan, alright? Baby girl."
She giggled and said she will before putting her lips on his again. Her fingers wrapped around Dad's shaft and proactively guided it stretching its way back into her vagina.
"Hummm.....Ahhh........~~~~~" Again, she closed her eyes and felt up every inch he had to give as she let out a long moan.
In this position, I could see how Dad's fat girth spread her lips as well as how his balls slapped her groin. He cupped the back of her knees, thrusting up into her. Her lips were flapped in and out along with Dad's cock uppercuts.
At this point, there was no shyness or embarrassment between us. We both had the consensus that we were both conquered by Dad. She raised her arms high and showed off her full frontal as Dad greedily tasted every inch of her skin with his tongue as he fondled her little tits and clit with his hands.
Another dramatic squirt was made after he popped that cock head out of my girlfriend. He did not give her time to recover; quickly, he threw her on her back and lifted her butt off the sheet by pushing up her knees towards her shoulders.
It's called "mating press" for a good reason. I had done it many times, but the sheer contrast in body size between my girlfriend and Dad was on a different level. Let alone the visual impact of his cock disappearing in her tiny pussy.
"I am SO knocking you up...Ahh...if you are not on that BLOODY YASMIN pill."
"What．Is．Knock．Ah．Ah．Ah．p...?"
Their hips aggressively collided as he spat out the words of truth.
"Meaning I am going to put a baby in you...Do you want DADDY to Knock You Up? In front of Alan, Hun?"
Chichi grinned cheekily and nodded with a little hesitation.
"Say it...SAY you wanna be knocked up by daddy, to Alan, in FUCKING CHINESE."
Slowly, she tilted her head, and our eyes met. Every single word she said was like fire burning in my chest.
"老公，我．要．被．爹．地．幹．懷．孕．了...❤"
(Honey, I am．going．to．be．knocked．up．by．daddy.❤)
Instantly, I came. The ejaculation was so relentless that it gave me a few seconds of grey vision as if I had pulled a 9G vertical roll in a fighter jet.
I was never a moaner. But I moaned in a pathetic high pitch that I felt incredibly embarrassed as I came.
They both chuckled and cuddled, kissing each other deeply and ready to embrace the climax.
"Take．My．Cum．You．CHINKY SLUT! Ahhh Fuuuuuccckkkkkk!! Hmmmmmmmm!!!"
Her body was engulfed by Dad's broad frame. She bit on his shoulder. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her feet locked. Her fingernails scratched his back again and again.
I was beating my cock like crazy, imagining ChiChi's inner walls milking Dad's pulsing shaft and how his cock head injected his seed into her womb through the suction of her cervix, even though I had just ejaculated.
*** *** ***
I lost the sense of time after that intense masturbation. It felt like a centre since they had that amazing mutual orgasm. I saw Dad was still humping slightly as they kissed and gasped into each other's mouths. I have to admit it feels incredible sending a full load into ChiChi's womb. Her cervix has that intoxicating suction when she is having a genuine orgasm.
But I guess Dad knew it now, and surely, he was savouring every second of it.
I had a feeling he was seriously falling for my girlfriend, judging by how he kissed and looked into each other's eyes back and forth, repeatedly, not wanting to let go.
Dad finally backed out reluctantly, making my girlfriend queef again. They both giggled and kissed again.
She pulled Dad close and whispered to him.
"You guys are really kinky, eh." He shook his head and smirked, then held her up by the back of her knees, spreading her legs to me.
At this point, my head was blank, almost like I was hypnotised, just staring at ChiChi, my girlfriend's vagina. She put her fingers on her lips and stretched them out even further. A huge slime of Dad's thick load was dangling at the entrance. It was not dripping; it got swallowed in and spat out along her post-orgasm spasms.
ChiChi spread and closed her fingers like a kitten's milking massage. That's the gesture between us telling me to come over.
"I will take a bath downstairs. Feel free to join." He kissed her one last time and patted my shoulder as I covered my mouth over ChiChi's pussy.
We still had more than a month to go.
*** *** ***
I won't go into details of what happened in the bathtub. As you can imagine, one load was not enough for a widowed dad who had accumulated so much since his loved one passed away.
There was only some Nuru massage and blowjob to get Dad off because we surely did not want to wake the kids up and make it awkward, even though the bathroom locates on the opposite side of the kids' bedroom.
His bathroom was very spacious, with a big jacuzzi and a trio vanity along the wall. Through the sliding door was the landscaped backyard. I was pretty jealous of this outback lifestyle.
Dad was genuinely satisfied with ChiChi's service. Since the first day, we had demonstrated our capability to maintain his joint like a pro; ChiChi further impressed him with her nuru skills, which used to be exclusive to me.
I love her Nuru massage; she often did that with her ex, but I had to beg for it. Now, she was offering it to Dad without him even asking. Watching them play in the bathtub, rubbing shower gel all over Dad's body and cock with her tits, my brain was like going through a food processor, but my dick was aching hard, in all honesty.
I finally had the chance to witness Dad's ejaculation in action when he painted ChiChi's face with cum. I have to admit his volume and thickness are several notches above mine.
"That's SO MUCH!" She flinched and chuckled on the first impact. But she still managed to clean him up and swallow without missing a drop.
ChiChi was a typical "tsundere" tomboy, meaning she was often bratty and blunt in attitude but warm and tender inside. We had been together for five years at the time and spent over three years breaking her shell. But it took only one content sex with Dad to bring the most feminine side out of her tomboy shell.
We had been together long enough. Every subtle change in each other could be quite noticeable. I had a feeling that the development of her feminine nature could become permanent. Plus, taking care of Dad's kids had a significant influence in bringing out ChiChi's maternal instinct. It really showed and strengthened through the day-to-day babysitting.
And I was right; ever since that night, her female feromone has become really noticeable. Her attitude and behaviour have grown gentler. She wore dresses more often than pants.
Is she the girlfriend I used to know? I couldn't help wondering.
But the funny thing was, she did not realise it herself.
It's not like I want to complain, but my only regret is that I was not the man who made it happen.
*** *** ***
Dad invited us to move into his house the next day, so "it's more convenient for ChiChi to look after the kids."
Since then, not only was she Dad's housemaid but also his free-use sex doll.
Let me give you a few examples to prove my point.
*** *** ***
It was not like Dad demanded sex every day, but undoubtedly, he was quite a potent man with a vigorous sex drive. He still had temperance when he wanted some sexual relief from my girlfriend.
The first few nights after we moved into the guest room, he'd knock on our door and ask us if we were okay sharing a bed. We had always been happy to have some fun together. I enjoyed the show, and my girlfriend got her BWC pleasure, so why not?
Because we never said no, the dynamic of our relationship gradually brewed some chemical changes.
I remember when it happened for the first time, we were lying in bed, ready to sleep. I was reading a book, and she was texting with her friends back home.
Our door slowly opened, but we did not hear the knocks. "Do you need me tonight, too? Daddy?" she blinked her eyes and asked, but he did not reply. At this stage, she had known what Dad wanted by default, but I could still read the surprise and shock in her tone and expression. I was also caught off guard, not going to lie.
He walked straight up to her and gently pushed her hands onto the sheet by her wrists. Then he paused a bit as if he'd act accordingly based on our reactions. I realised he wanted to see how far he could push the envelope.
It was a test, and I was struggling.
ChiChi bit her bottom lip, looking at us back and forth. I could hear Dad's heavy breaths like a beast ambushing his prey. He stared at her, not moving his eyes away.
I sighed silently and gave ChiChi a slow blink. It's a signal between cats to show intimacy. And now, that meant a hall pass from me.
She turned to Dad and coquettishly said, "Fuck me, Daddy ❤" before the animalic sex started.
Since then, the door has become a symbolic existence sheerly. Dad could walk in and fuck ChiChi any time, disregarding what we were doing.
He'd occasionally ask me to let them have some "privacy." I would then go to his bedroom and let them enjoy each other fully. Even though ChiChi'd felt a little uncomfortable being alone with Dad at the beginning, she soon learned the level of intimacy between Dad and her was hugely different without the third wheel.
I have to confess that it actually excited me even more when it happened. It was a whole new type of stimulation for me. I could only stick my ear to the wall, listening to every move they made, imagining how he sent her to the peak over and over in what position, or wondering where he unloaded when I heard his grunt accompanied by ChiChi's squeal. I tried several times to beat Dad's endurance but was always defeated by my own imagination.
I recall there was a time after he had his way with ChiChi and came back to his bedroom, I already cleaned up my mess with tissues.
"She is an amazing little toy. You are really a lucky man. I am jealous. Really appreciate it, mate. Promise me, don't let her go." I knew it was a sincere compliment and appreciation. But I also knew he'd steal ChiChi at the drop of a hat as long as she says "Yes." That thought really sent a chill down my back.
When I got back to our room, she was completely spent, panting and spasming in bed. The sheet was a huge mess with her juice all over the place. Her face was covered with stripes of Dad's thick com. I held her into my arms and felt the waves of post-orgasm with her.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" She sang softly after she finally calmed down from the waves.
"What?" I looked at her cute cum-splashed face, not sure why she came up with that.
She took my hand and started collecting Dad's cum into her mouth with my index finger until it became a little swamp on her tongue.
"Hmm~Hm~hm~hm~hm~hm~HMmmmm~(Come on, let's go and play.)"
Yes, Frozen was still a thing back in the day.
Before I realised what she was doing, she had started snowballing with me.
No, I did not know what snowballing was back then.
I say she is pixy, unlike the shy attitude in a group, because of her sexuality. She used to date two girls before me. We started dating through a friend when we were about to graduate from university.
It was 15 years ago.
I could tell that she was not interested in men. The reason she dated me was simply because her partner cheated on her with a guy, and she wanted to piss her ex off by showing her that she could pick up a boy, too.
I wasn't too sure about it, either, since her mind had drifted away occasionally while hanging out. Not only that but our sex life was limited to mutual masturbation for about six months. This got me so frustrated to the point I decided to disregard her protest and penetrated her semi-forcefully.
She got upset afterwards, but interestingly and obviously, she had an idea of what it is like to have heterosexual fun. Trust me, lesbian Asian girls could be much freakier than straight girls.
It was all songs and dances until we were burned out by work for a few years. Time was rough, and jobs rapidly moved to a big country with dirt-cheap labour costs and nearly non-existent environment protection laws.
We've got a plan to marry, and we need money. At the time, going on a working holiday trip to Australia was very popular. Not only do we make some good bucks by working hard, but we also have an opportunity to experience a different culture.
It did not take long for our visa to be approved, and we landed in the kangaroo nation.
There were ups and downs, tears and laughter, but we overcame most hurdles together. Now, we were at a crossroads, deciding whether to stay another year or go home with the money we had earned.
To extend the working holiday visa, we had to work in the agricultural industry in a remote area for at least three months. We planned to leave quickly, but the money factor and relaxed pace of life were too tempting. The decision was made too late; we couldn't find any opportunity to work in the same place.
When we were about to give up home and pack our luggage, we received a phone call from a job agency that predominantly matched work exchanges (exchange food and accommodations by work), telling us that they had a client who urgently needed a few helping hands.
It's a single dad with a pair of young kids who runs a small farm and a handyman workshop. Great reviews from the other travellers. On top of the food and accommodations, he even offered free use of the car and some extra cash for the weekend. We did not hesitate for a bit and took the job. It was our last straw.
Was it too good to be true? Well, yes and no.
When we arrived, he picked us up from the bus station. He was a stereotypical Aussie gent in his early 40s with a sunny personality. He stood at around 180cm and maybe weighed 90, but he was pretty fit for his age, even with the dad bud. My girlfriend and I liked him from the get-go. But the truck he drove was a post-apocalypse scene, to say the least. There were diapers in the footwell, a few half-eaten Chinese takeaways in the glovebox that had started to form its own ecosystem, and a camping cooler that we didn't want to know what was inside.
"Thank you so much for taking this job. I couldn't find anyone. During this period, all travellers have gone to vineyards. I am desperate!"
We could tell he was so relieved to see us. But judging by his truck, we knew what his place would look like. Unsurprisingly, it was the post-apocalypse plus two screaming kids. He had a 3-year-old boy and a 5-year-old daughter. His mum came to look after them while he was away. But obviously, it couldn't be every 24/7.
He arranged for us to live in the loft of his workshop, which he built with his mates. It was a nice timber building with a balcony to enjoy the plain field and sunset. But we had to clean it up and dismiss some unwelcome insects and rodents. The same applies to his own house but with diapers and the smell of ancient milk, which is an extra challenge.
My girlfriend and I spent three days cleaning everything up and getting everything organised. I wish I could show you how surprised he was seeing the results and how quickly we got it done. We even made good friends with the little ones that he had no problem leaving them with my girlfriend.
We were very happy as well because it was almost like a rehearsal for life after we had kids.
It did not take long for us to genuinely appreciate the outback life. Working hard as a farm/fabric hand for me, babysitting for her, driving the single dad's classic V8 Holden for a date and hanging out on the beach all day during the weekend. It was like a paradise on earth. We were so relaxed that we started having sex after everyone was asleep.
The only catch was that we sometimes heard steps beneath our loft. Initially, we thought it was some wild animals, but the sound was too heavy for things like dingos or stray cats, let alone wombats. I doubt if they can even climb a stair. We inspected the whole workshop and found nothing.
Until one day, my girlfriend was giving me a blowjob. I thought I heard something and quickly turned around. Just a glimpse, I saw half of the single dad's forehead submerging from the stairwell.
It was creepy, not gonna lie, but it somehow excited me. I felt my heart pounding, and my body couldn't help shaking, knowing we were being peeped upon. The thought got me so excited that I shot my load prematurely and grabbed my girlfriend's hair firmly, making her swallow it all.
She was a little caught off-guard but still managed to finish the job.
"What just happened? You came so quickly tonight!" she asked with a stripe of my cum dangling on her chin, but I put the finger on my mouth, hinting her not to make any sudden move, just keep doing what she was doing as if nothing happened.
"Let's take a shower and go to sleep. We've got to get up early tomorrow." I said it out loud intentionally. The shower was downstairs. I need to give the Peeping Tom time to extract himself from the crime scene.
When I turned off the light and pretended we had gone to sleep, I told my girlfriend to keep her eyes on the outside. About 5 minutes later, we saw Dad sneak off from the corridor. The moonlight ******* his trace on the trail back to his house.
"Wow..." We both sighed and had another round, and we came so quickly and hard that we ended up sleeping over the next day.
I am not a huge porn addict, and I am not a fan of Western porn. I often watch JAV because of my familiarity with the culture. The funny thing about JAV is the majority of the interracial stuff is with black guys. You can clearly tell those black guys are objectified even worse than their Japanese costars. However, there was this one JAV that caught my eye. The plot is simple: a good-looking white and hung bloke picking up Japanese exchange students at the beach in LA.
The actresses are average, but the way that white dude has sex with them is unlike the others. He puts passion and love into it and makes it erotic but not fetishy. It's the way I have always had sex with my girlfriend. The camera even showed a lot of both actors' expressions, unlike normal JAVs; men were simply faceless walking dicks and fingering machines.
It is also the only JAV my girlfriend appreciates besides the lesbian ones.
"We've been here for almost a year."
"Yes?" she blinks her eyes and looks at me while folding the clothes.
"Remember that JAV we watched the other day?"
"What JAV?"
"The one with a white dude picking up Japanese girls at the beach."
She tilted her head a little, looking confused, then quickly clicked.
"No~way. Noooooo~wayyyyyy. Oh, my goodness. You are such a..." She threw the freshly sunbathed towel at me and rolled her eyes.
"C'mon, let's give it a shot. If you don't like it, we will knock it off and move on to another town. There is only a month left for the visa."
"That's too risky~ What are you thinking!?"
"Hey hey hey easy. Come on, tell me, for real. Aren't you curious?"
As much as she protested, she was not truly upset. I hold her in my arms and comfort her like always when she gets grumpy.
"...Just one time, okay?"
"Sure thing, only one time. If you don't like it, we bail out." I cheered internally.
"...So how are you going to ask?" She pretended to be calm, but I felt her heart racing on my forearm.
"Honesty is always the only way...after all...remind me again how many times THE dingo has watched us fuck?"
We both cracked up.
*** *** ***
"I sincerely apologise and promise it won't happen again."
Calling it a small city is overrated. It's a town. That means most of the residents know each other. There is no brothel, and the only adult recreation is a skimpy bar. Trust me, it's not even skimpy at all. My girlfriend was even more disappointed than me. Obviously, it's not a good place to be naughty for a widowed dad unless you want to flirt with your mate's daughter.
"I was horny, and you are a very lovely couple. I couldn't help myself. My life has been a huge disaster since she passed away, and I have two kids to take care of. I really appreciate your help..."
"Oh, umm, we are not questioning why you did it," I said with an awkward smile on my face. I was expecting him to deny or, even worse, kick us out of his joint for false accusations.
Dad leaned back a bit, and the confusion was on his face.
"...My question was as what I said, no other meanings."
"Would you like to have sex with my girlfriend?"
"...What?"
"She is cute. Don't you think so?" It was really weird that I was actually pimping out my girlfriend. She was blushing all the way up to her ears, not necessarily from the sexual tension but rather the cringe.
"Yeah, she is cute, but why? And does she agree?" His tone is a little relaxed, and he clearly lowers his guard.
"Oh well, sooner or later, we will return to our country and daily life. We came here to try different things, things we wouldn't have many chances to experience back home."
"And you agree?"
My girlfriend just shrugged and nodded with a "not my idea, though..." face.
"I brought this up, but yeah, she's not against it. Plus,..."
"Go on."
"Plus, it's really awkward that you peep at us at night while acting like nothing the next day. Man, I just can't..."
We all burst into laughter.
"Mate, I sincerely apologise for my creepy behaviour. I haven't rooted a woman for two years."
"Yeah, I think you need stress relief. Might as well have some fun before we go. It's better than beating yourself off peeping on us."
"Okay, so what's the plan? Do you want a threesome? I've never done that before; I can't promise I am good at it." Dad seemed to be eager to shift the topic away from his embarrassment.
"Nah, I don't have experience of that, either, to be honest. I think you do what you want with my girlfriend, and I will watch. How about that?"
"...okay? Are you sure about that? That's kind of weird, eh?" he raised his eyebrow in disbelief.
"We will see how it goes. You've watched us so many times anyway. It's only fair that I watch you, right?"
"Oh~C'mon..." He buried his face in his palms as my girlfriend slapped me in the back of the head.
"If she doesn't like it, we just call it a day and get back to normal. How about tonight? See you upstairs after you put the kids to sleep?"
"Nah, come over to my joint, and we have some barbeque; I don't wanna leave them unattended."
I could see my girlfriend's shoulders softened. What he just said seemed to touch my girlfriend's heart.
"Cool, let's do that."
*** *** ***
"Do you think he likes this?" she asked, taking the lingerie we had picked up together at the Honey Birdette and putting it on her chest. It's a set of three-piece see-through in aqua blue. She rolled her eyes when I begged her to buy it. She only wears it for me. Otherwise, this kind of thing is never to her taste. Sports bras and cotton briefs are the only way to go. It's partly because she thinks her breasts are small and too big of a butt. But I think she's adorable in anything.
"I thought you didn't like them? I like your new mascara and lipstick, by the way." I said in a sarcastic tone that made her squint at me.
"He's a good dad..." She said softly when I was drying her hair.
"So you wanna reward a good dad, huh? I see."
"I will reward you when you become a good dad, too."
She sat next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. We held in hands. I could feel we both had a sweaty palm at the moment.
After the barbeque, we went back to our loft and got a shower, waiting for Dad's call. We saw the lights off from the corridor in the little ones' bedroom. About half an hour later, my phone buzzed.
*** *** ***
We tiptoed through the living room and sneaked upstairs. Dad had been awaited with two glasses of wine in hand, and the third one was sitting on the stall next to a comfy armchair. It was clear enough that it was my VIP seat.
Candles were lit around the bedroom, and rose petals were on the sheet. Even though the whole thing was so old school that I felt funny, and he was half naked with only a towel around his waist, I have to respect that it was probably how he had made it romantic for his late wife.
Most importantly, my girlfriend was buying, big time.
"Awww~SOOOoooo romantic!" Her nerves were gone when she saw all these efforts.
"I'm glad you like it, my lady of the night." He handed her the red, and they both took a sip while looking into each other's eyes.
"Shall we?" I just nodded to his question as I let go of my girlfriend's hand and sat in my VIP seat for the show.
The sound of kisses was wet and steamy. The contrast in size between them really worked for me. I am standing at 175cm, only around 5cm shorter than him, but his shoulders were broader than mine, which made him look much larger in silhouette. His hands roamed all over her petite frame while their tongues frolicked, exchanging saliva.
Gradually, he slid the short cami dress off her shoulders, revealing the Honey Birdette lingerie my girlfriend and I bought together.
"You look gorgeous..." He spun her a 360 before holding her into his arms again.
"Glad you like it."
"Nice comeback and I surely do."
"I've never used it with my boyfriend." She made a face at me.
"Is that so? Then I must be so privileged."
Again, he leaned over and made out to her like a bear mounching on honey. His palms trailed down and found her bums, kneading them like dough while softly landing her onto the sheet.
He nibbled her earlobe and kissed his way down along her neck, shoulder blade, then chest, sucking on her cherry nipple while caressing her breast. His other hand reached down between her legs and guided them to spread. I could see the apparent watermark on the satin. As he was teasing her labia and clit, the slimy sound was loud and tickling my brain cells.
I did not expect that she could get this wet with a man she had sex with for the first time. Her waist was pandering the circulation of his fingers, rocking up and down. Sweet little moans mixed with heavy breaths became quicker and shorter.
He sat up and kissed my girlfriend once more before slipping her lingerie off and burying his face between her legs.
I am the type of man who doesn't like to make much noise when eating pussy. A lot of Western porn actors do that, and I always get annoyed. My girlfriend thought it was funny, but...it did not seem to be the case here.
"What a tight little cunt, Chichi (my girlfriend's name). Almost like a virgin. Hmmmm..." He parted her lips and eagerly slurped all over that area, making a thunderous licking sound.
My girlfriend told me later that humming or talking while eating out was no longer stupid to her anymore because the vibration significantly amplified the pleasure. I learned a lesson.
He was not stinting in praise. I felt a little offended that he commented that my girlfriend's pussy was "like a virgin" as if it lacked experience with sex. But looking at how my girlfriend's waist squirmed as he ate her out, my cock undeniably hardened.
As the slurpy sound got louder and her waist floated higher, suddenly, her body gave a violent bucking followed by a sharp squeal.
I knew she just came. And she came hard.
At this point, her butt was completely off the sheet, sheerly supported by Dad's hands. I could hear that sweet juice gushing out from her pussy, shots after shorts. But Dad did not let go of her waist. He cupped her bums and kept kneading them while swallowing every drop she had to give and moaning into her spasming cunt.
It was a legitimate lover's foreplay, and it was the first time I felt there was a possibility that she might have stepped in a little too far. His pussy eating style was so different from mine, yet it made her orgasm harder. However, I couldn't help but be excited and curious about how far she'd go in the rabbit hole.
Before I realised, I already whipped it out and slowly jerked to what I was looking at.
Dad finally put her down and climbed up to make out with her with a mouth full of her own juice. I was not sure if it was intentional; he kept her legs spread wide while caressing her messy cunt in a circular motion.
The post-orgasm caress felt like forever to me at this point. Other than their kisses, whispers and chuckles came out from the head end of the bed that I couldn't hear clearly.
After a while, Dad lifted her on her knees as he stood on the bed. He guided her hands to caress his dad's gut, and then she untapped the towel on his waist.
I had always thought a 5cm (2 inches) difference in dick size wasn't too significant. That was what she told me until that 18cm (7 inches) sprung out in front of my girlfriend's face.
She covered her mouth and chuckled. She blushed up to her ears.
"Glad you like it." He looked down at my girlfriend with a conquerer's smile on his face.
Dad took my girlfriend's hands by the wrists and wrapped her fingers around that thick girth.
He did not look at me for approval. He knew what he had and what I had. That was the level of confidence he got.
Looking at a girl wrapping two hands around a cock in real life was an incredibly surreal experience.
It shows me the real-world difference between those two inches.
My girlfriend turned to me carefully. I knew she wanted to say something but was concerned about hurting my feelings.
"Bigger than Alan's?"
She looked up at him and nodded.
"How big he's got? Show me." He demanded her to make a measure with her fingers.
My girlfriend cropped a length to show my size on his cock.
He chuckled, "Trust me, you will love it." Gently, he guided her to put his lips on his balls as she kept glancing towards me.
I had to stop stroking because that was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
And that had pushed me to the verge of exploding.
*** *** ***
Before continuing the story, I want to express a little bit more about my girlfriend.
My girlfriend has a reciprocating personality, often even overly compensating. This trait is also reflected in sexual interaction. The more pleasure you provide during the foreplay, the freakier she gets during a blowjob and penetration.
I am proud of myself for being an excellent pussy eater and a fingering master. I have always been rewarded by the combination of my skills with some passionate oral and wild dick riding. She likes to take the lead because that's what she did in her previous relationships with the girls. This is unsurprising, as you can easily tell from her tomboy fashion taste and boyish demeanour even in bed.
She always gives me this cocky grin when she squeezes the last drop out of me. That's how she "wins" a sexual contest against me. And I am always happy to give her the trophy she deserves.
Despite the initial shell shock from the big cock, she started giving all she's got to please the cock in her grips. Starting from Dad's balls, she sucked them in turns and lashed out her tongue to give them some thorough massage. All the way up, she trailed along the urethra to the mushroom head and then let it lodge into her mouth. As she slurped his cock head, her hands were tugging the shaft at the same time.
Dad was completely enjoying her service. He let out throaty grunts as his fingers ran through my girlfriend's hair, guiding her to take his cock deeper. But her hands were in the way. He then grabbed her wrists and put them on the back of her head.
"Grrrg, Grrrg, Grrrg, Grrrg..." Dad soon picked up the pace and challenged the depth of her throat.
Thanks to her personality that refuses to admit defeat, especially to men, I managed to make my dick balls-deep in her throat after a few attempts. Our longest deepthoart was about 8 seconds before she gagged out. But facing Dad's bigger and thicker cock, she struggled to take in that extra 5cm, especially since her mouth was stretched out, making it even harder.
The drool started to drip from her chin, and clearly gags were building up. But her head was firmly pressed against that thick girth while her wrists were constrained. She stared up at Dad as if taunting him. This is a chicken game between them.
"You wanna play this game, hun? Hold it there, baby, yes, hmmmmmm..."
Despite her unbending attitude, her throat reflex eventually gave up. As soon as Dad felt the backing motion from her, he released the grips. As my girlfriend was coughing and gasping for breath, he tilted her head back by her hair and relentlessly slapping and rubbing his cock all over her face.
"6:0, you little slut, hmmmmmm, fuck..."
I wondered why it was not 1:0, then soon realised it was the Aussie footy.
It was a much more brutal oral than what we had. I thought my girlfriend would be upset, but I forgot it might only fuel her stubborn competitive spirit.
She tackled his leg, trying to drag him onto the sheet, but it did not move him an inch.
"What are you trying to do, sweetie?"
"Lay down! I will make you VERY REGRET!"
"Alright, as you wish."
Dad raised his hands and laid back on the pillows as my girlfriend straddled his waist, hotdogging that throbbing big cock between her pussy lips.
"No condom?"
"..."
She hesitated.
My VIP seat was at the bed tail. I could only see her back and Dad's fat balls. I wish I could see what her expression was like at the moment.
"...I am having Yasmin."
Her voice was determined.
*** *** ***
"I bet he had no idea what Yasmin was."
We lay in bed, and she rested her head on my arm. My hand gently rubbed her lower tummy.
She said she was feeling swell in her tummy and wanted me to give it a massage the next day after their first sex.
"I thought bareback would make him cum quicker." She was playing that innocent voice trick on me again. She pulls it off whenever she thinks she does something that might upset me.
"Oh~your strategy was very effective, obviously. So effective that I have to do some belly rub now, huh."
"I would still feel swelling with a condom on anyway."
"What a clever point. Very true, my Simone de Beauvoir."
"...You mad?" She looked up like puss in boots.
"I．FUCKING．LOVE．IT"
She squealed as I rolled her over and spread her legs to appreciate what Dad had done to her pussy for the 10th time.
*** *** ***
Back to the present, I watched her hold on to his shaft and guided it to aim at her entrance. Dad's cock was glistening under the dim light. Followed by a slimy sound, she let the girth stretch her labia out and slide the length in, inch by inch.
Her legs were shaking, along with her shivering breaths. Dad's cock finally pressed against her cervix, yet still 2 inches too far from bottoming out.
"...hmmmm..." She rocked her butt on that cock back and forth. The creamy thrusting sound repeated as she moved. She leaned over and stuck out her tongue sucking, kissing, and licking his right nipple while the other hand teased the left one.
He caressed her back and gave her bums a few spanks from time to time. Every time he slapped her butt cheeks, she couldn't help but squeal softly, and her body twitched along.
She held Dad's hands. Their fingers interlaced as she started to ramp up the pace, switching from rocking to bouncing.
"I am...going...Mmmm...to....Haaa...drain...you...!" She squeezed a smirk out of the gasping breaths.
Dad was just lying there and smiled with a "keep going" look.
The smacking got louder and more intense. That silly smirk vanished from her face. The teasing finger trick on Dad's nipples stopped. Instead, her eyes were tight shut, her head dangling along with the piston movements. Her bottom lip rolled in as her shoulders tensed and her arms shook.
It was all so familiar to me; she was close but much quicker than with me.
I couldn't help stroking my cock by mimicking the rhythm of her bounce.
"為什麼...你都不射...嗯~哼嗯...要不行了...為什麼不射..." (Why don't...you...cum...? Hmm...ahh...I am...so close...Why don't you cum...)
I was totally not expecting to hear the mother tongue from her begging for mercy. I felt my balls tighten and my waist sore. It was too late to hold back. I came just like that, embarrassingly, not even able to persevere to the end.
In the middle of my ejaculation, Chichi let out a muffled yet sharp squeal. Her body burst forward and collapsed on Dad's broad chest like puppet cut strings. A wet that almost sounded like spitting queef ejected Dad's fat cock out of her pussy. Stream after stream of hot juice squirted from her vagina, showering Dad's cock and landing on the sheet between Dad's feet.
"Ohhhhh~~~Shhhhiiiiitttt MMmmmmmmmm~~~Fuccckkkkkk~~~~Hooooo....." Dad did not miss this opportunity. He grabbed hold of Chichi's neck, forcing her down onto his chest firmly while SLAPPING his cock all over her squirting pussy RAPIDLY like drum beats.
Chichi was trying to struggle but was all in futile. Her nails were biting into his arms, and her squeal turned into a groan.
Dad quickly did a hip thrust and lodged his cock back into her spasming vagina. This time, balls deep.
As that intense orgasm decayed, I saw my girlfriend's labia choking and milking Dad's girth, along with her shivering.
I felt my legs were weak, and the world was spinning, not only from the premature ejaculation but also from the fact that it was the first time seeing Chichi squirt and cum that hard and thorough on a cock.
While ChiChi was immersing in the aftertaste of the orgasm, Dad just gently railed her pulsing inner folds and rubbed her back. As for me, I only felt dizzy, as if I had taken an uppercut in the jaw.
Looking at my hand, I realise the tissues were on the bedside table. I felt a hollow in my chest, but what just happened in front of me undoubtedly kept my cock going.
When I dragged my feet to the bedhead, Dad looked at me and asked, "That was intense. Does ChiChi do that often?"
I couldn't find words to explain; I just shrugged and shook my head.
He then turned to her and asked again, but ChiChi refused to face me. She buried her face in Dad's chest hair like an ostrich.
"Well, that was a 12:0, then. Fremantle Dockers are smashing it."
I took the whole box of tissues with me back into my VIP seat. I knew the best was yet to come. I needed to save some ammo.
Beads of sweat emerged on her back, volatilising a strong scent of female pheromone.
"Let's make the game more exciting for Alan, Baby girl. Come sit up with Dad, C'mon..."
Dad flipped her with ease despite her intentionally flopping her weight to make it harder. Dad's cock slipped out of her pussy, but he still managed to put her on her knees and straighten her upper body facing me.
My girlfriend was still dodging the eye contact with me. She hid half of her face behind her palm. It must be extremely embarrassing since she made that "I'd win" statement early on yet failed miserably like those cocky MMA fighters. However, I saw a wicked yet reluctant smile through the gaps between her fingers.
It was at that moment I knew she had accepted her defeat.
Dad held his cock and aimed at her dripping pussy, balls deep again.
*Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack*...
Slow yet steady and firm, Dad worked his cock in and out of her petite frame. He made sure every thrust was fully received by my girlfriend, not missing out even a millimetre.
"Ho...ho...oh...O...O...Ow...o...O..." Like her initial brattiness, the reserve and denial did not last long before she made those funny little moans and showed us her adorable o-face.
Her body arched up as she threw her head back, making it an easy grip on her neck for Dad. He wrapped his big palm around her jaw and made out with her, feeding spit into her mouth as his tongue batted with hers.
*SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK**SMACK*
Before I realised, Dad revved up his motor. The sound of him smashing my girlfriend's butt cheeks echoing in the room. ChiChi's face was like tasting the sourest lemon in the world, yet her mouth was wide open. The envelope had been pushed beyond the limit she ever reached. She was screaming without making a sound.
Suddenly, Dad let loose of his support. That all-so-familiar wet queef burst again as soon as she collapsed onto the mattress. She was stretching her arms and back to the extreme while her waist shook uncontrollably.
This time, she squirted a long stream before making a few more gushes that matched the rhythm of her body spasms.
I quietly walked out quietly. I needed to have some fresh air despite the air-con was blowing ice cold in the bedroom. I walked downstairs and topped up a glass of water. That was the best I could do for her.
When I got back, ChiChi was lying on Dad's chest. He leaned back in the pillows, his knees spreading her wide. They were making out as passionately as always while she slowly jerked his cock in front of her pussy with both hands.
I approached them and handed over the water. She did not notice I left for a bit.
"對不起...我沒有高潮成這樣過，我一直高潮到受不了，真的太舒服了...爸爸的雞巴一直把我裡面頂好滿好深..."
(Sorry, I've never orgasm so hard like this before...It just won't stop coming. Daddy's cock is so full and deep in me...)
The guilt was all written on her face. But her tone was full of joy, completely opposed to her apology.
"沒關係，之後好好補償我就好啦。看你這麼享受其實我也很開心。"
(Don't worry. Just make it up to me later. I am actually quite happy that you have enjoyed it so much.)
I felt the slippery juice on her fingers when she touched mine as I fed her water.
I knew the make-up sex wouldn't feel the same anymore.
Before I sat back, we looked into each other's eyes and "kissed goodbye."
"What did you guys say?"
"She said you fucked her so well that she was losing herself. And she feels sorry that she never came this hard with me."
I felt my cock had never been that hard before when I was saying it.
"You have to make up with Alan, alright? Baby girl."
She giggled and said she will before putting her lips on his again. Her fingers wrapped around Dad's shaft and proactively guided it stretching its way back into her vagina.
"Hummm.....Ahhh........~~~~~" Again, she closed her eyes and felt up every inch he had to give as she let out a long moan.
In this position, I could see how Dad's fat girth spread her lips as well as how his balls slapped her groin. He cupped the back of her knees, thrusting up into her. Her lips were flapped in and out along with Dad's cock uppercuts.
At this point, there was no shyness or embarrassment between us. We both had the consensus that we were both conquered by Dad. She raised her arms high and showed off her full frontal as Dad greedily tasted every inch of her skin with his tongue as he fondled her little tits and clit with his hands.
Another dramatic squirt was made after he popped that cock head out of my girlfriend. He did not give her time to recover; quickly, he threw her on her back and lifted her butt off the sheet by pushing up her knees towards her shoulders.
It's called "mating press" for a good reason. I had done it many times, but the sheer contrast in body size between my girlfriend and Dad was on a different level. Let alone the visual impact of his cock disappearing in her tiny pussy.
"I am SO knocking you up...Ahh...if you are not on that BLOODY YASMIN pill."
"What．Is．Knock．Ah．Ah．Ah．p...?"
Their hips aggressively collided as he spat out the words of truth.
"Meaning I am going to put a baby in you...Do you want DADDY to Knock You Up? In front of Alan, Hun?"
Chichi grinned cheekily and nodded with a little hesitation.
"Say it...SAY you wanna be knocked up by daddy, to Alan, in FUCKING CHINESE."
Slowly, she tilted her head, and our eyes met. Every single word she said was like fire burning in my chest.
"老公，我．要．被．爹．地．幹．懷．孕．了...❤"
(Honey, I am．going．to．be．knocked．up．by．daddy.❤)
Instantly, I came. The ejaculation was so relentless that it gave me a few seconds of grey vision as if I had pulled a 9G vertical roll in a fighter jet.
I was never a moaner. But I moaned in a pathetic high pitch that I felt incredibly embarrassed as I came.
They both chuckled and cuddled, kissing each other deeply and ready to embrace the climax.
"Take．My．Cum．You．CHINKY SLUT! Ahhh Fuuuuuccckkkkkk!! Hmmmmmmmm!!!"
Her body was engulfed by Dad's broad frame. She bit on his shoulder. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her feet locked. Her fingernails scratched his back again and again.
I was beating my cock like crazy, imagining ChiChi's inner walls milking Dad's pulsing shaft and how his cock head injected his seed into her womb through the suction of her cervix, even though I had just ejaculated.
*** *** ***
I lost the sense of time after that intense masturbation. It felt like a centre since they had that amazing mutual orgasm. I saw Dad was still humping slightly as they kissed and gasped into each other's mouths. I have to admit it feels incredible sending a full load into ChiChi's womb. Her cervix has that intoxicating suction when she is having a genuine orgasm.
But I guess Dad knew it now, and surely, he was savouring every second of it.
I had a feeling he was seriously falling for my girlfriend, judging by how he kissed and looked into each other's eyes back and forth, repeatedly, not wanting to let go.
Dad finally backed out reluctantly, making my girlfriend queef again. They both giggled and kissed again.
She pulled Dad close and whispered to him.
"You guys are really kinky, eh." He shook his head and smirked, then held her up by the back of her knees, spreading her legs to me.
At this point, my head was blank, almost like I was hypnotised, just staring at ChiChi, my girlfriend's vagina. She put her fingers on her lips and stretched them out even further. A huge slime of Dad's thick load was dangling at the entrance. It was not dripping; it got swallowed in and spat out along her post-orgasm spasms.
ChiChi spread and closed her fingers like a kitten's milking massage. That's the gesture between us telling me to come over.
"I will take a bath downstairs. Feel free to join." He kissed her one last time and patted my shoulder as I covered my mouth over ChiChi's pussy.
We still had more than a month to go.
*** *** ***
I won't go into details of what happened in the bathtub. As you can imagine, one load was not enough for a widowed dad who had accumulated so much since his loved one passed away.
There was only some Nuru massage and blowjob to get Dad off because we surely did not want to wake the kids up and make it awkward, even though the bathroom locates on the opposite side of the kids' bedroom.
His bathroom was very spacious, with a big jacuzzi and a trio vanity along the wall. Through the sliding door was the landscaped backyard. I was pretty jealous of this outback lifestyle.
Dad was genuinely satisfied with ChiChi's service. Since the first day, we had demonstrated our capability to maintain his joint like a pro; ChiChi further impressed him with her nuru skills, which used to be exclusive to me.
I love her Nuru massage; she often did that with her ex, but I had to beg for it. Now, she was offering it to Dad without him even asking. Watching them play in the bathtub, rubbing shower gel all over Dad's body and cock with her tits, my brain was like going through a food processor, but my dick was aching hard, in all honesty.
I finally had the chance to witness Dad's ejaculation in action when he painted ChiChi's face with cum. I have to admit his volume and thickness are several notches above mine.
"That's SO MUCH!" She flinched and chuckled on the first impact. But she still managed to clean him up and swallow without missing a drop.
ChiChi was a typical "tsundere" tomboy, meaning she was often bratty and blunt in attitude but warm and tender inside. We had been together for five years at the time and spent over three years breaking her shell. But it took only one content sex with Dad to bring the most feminine side out of her tomboy shell.
We had been together long enough. Every subtle change in each other could be quite noticeable. I had a feeling that the development of her feminine nature could become permanent. Plus, taking care of Dad's kids had a significant influence in bringing out ChiChi's maternal instinct. It really showed and strengthened through the day-to-day babysitting.
And I was right; ever since that night, her female feromone has become really noticeable. Her attitude and behaviour have grown gentler. She wore dresses more often than pants.
Is she the girlfriend I used to know? I couldn't help wondering.
But the funny thing was, she did not realise it herself.
It's not like I want to complain, but my only regret is that I was not the man who made it happen.
*** *** ***
Dad invited us to move into his house the next day, so "it's more convenient for ChiChi to look after the kids."
Since then, not only was she Dad's housemaid but also his free-use sex doll.
Let me give you a few examples to prove my point.
*** *** ***
It was not like Dad demanded sex every day, but undoubtedly, he was quite a potent man with a vigorous sex drive. He still had temperance when he wanted some sexual relief from my girlfriend.
The first few nights after we moved into the guest room, he'd knock on our door and ask us if we were okay sharing a bed. We had always been happy to have some fun together. I enjoyed the show, and my girlfriend got her BWC pleasure, so why not?
Because we never said no, the dynamic of our relationship gradually brewed some chemical changes.
I remember when it happened for the first time, we were lying in bed, ready to sleep. I was reading a book, and she was texting with her friends back home.
Our door slowly opened, but we did not hear the knocks. "Do you need me tonight, too? Daddy?" she blinked her eyes and asked, but he did not reply. At this stage, she had known what Dad wanted by default, but I could still read the surprise and shock in her tone and expression. I was also caught off guard, not going to lie.
He walked straight up to her and gently pushed her hands onto the sheet by her wrists. Then he paused a bit as if he'd act accordingly based on our reactions. I realised he wanted to see how far he could push the envelope.
It was a test, and I was struggling.
ChiChi bit her bottom lip, looking at us back and forth. I could hear Dad's heavy breaths like a beast ambushing his prey. He stared at her, not moving his eyes away.
I sighed silently and gave ChiChi a slow blink. It's a signal between cats to show intimacy. And now, that meant a hall pass from me.
She turned to Dad and coquettishly said, "Fuck me, Daddy ❤" before the animalic sex started.
Since then, the door has become a symbolic existence sheerly. Dad could walk in and fuck ChiChi any time, disregarding what we were doing.
He'd occasionally ask me to let them have some "privacy." I would then go to his bedroom and let them enjoy each other fully. Even though ChiChi'd felt a little uncomfortable being alone with Dad at the beginning, she soon learned the level of intimacy between Dad and her was hugely different without the third wheel.
I have to confess that it actually excited me even more when it happened. It was a whole new type of stimulation for me. I could only stick my ear to the wall, listening to every move they made, imagining how he sent her to the peak over and over in what position, or wondering where he unloaded when I heard his grunt accompanied by ChiChi's squeal. I tried several times to beat Dad's endurance but was always defeated by my own imagination.
I recall there was a time after he had his way with ChiChi and came back to his bedroom, I already cleaned up my mess with tissues.
"She is an amazing little toy. You are really a lucky man. I am jealous. Really appreciate it, mate. Promise me, don't let her go." I knew it was a sincere compliment and appreciation. But I also knew he'd steal ChiChi at the drop of a hat as long as she says "Yes." That thought really sent a chill down my back.
When I got back to our room, she was completely spent, panting and spasming in bed. The sheet was a huge mess with her juice all over the place. Her face was covered with stripes of Dad's thick com. I held her into my arms and felt the waves of post-orgasm with her.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" She sang softly after she finally calmed down from the waves.
"What?" I looked at her cute cum-splashed face, not sure why she came up with that.
She took my hand and started collecting Dad's cum into her mouth with my index finger until it became a little swamp on her tongue.
"Hmm~Hm~hm~hm~hm~hm~HMmmmm~(Come on, let's go and play.)"
Yes, Frozen was still a thing back in the day.
Before I realised what she was doing, she had started snowballing with me.
No, I did not know what snowballing was back then.
