Lovers, or Nudists?
by Jackaro
Here’s the crazy thing about my horndog psyche. I had no idea who this girlie was and no recollection of interacting with her at any time. But she was sexy and arousing as fuck, and I was feeling very turned on looking at her shapely tits and lightly tanned flesh next to me. I wanted to fuck her just on the basis of gazing at her there naked and seeing how sexy she was. But I know you can’t just jump on somebody. That doesn’t work. Better to keep it under control, so I just lay there, naked, getting more and more erect by the second.
I was starting to take a look at her narrow, meticulously shaved strip of blondish pubic hair when I noticed her beginning to stir. Ignoring my growing hard-on, I closed my eyes again and remained motionless, waiting to find out what would happen next.
Lying there with eyes closed, I tried hard but could not remember what house I was in, how I had gotten there, or who this lovely person beside me might be. And then I realized I couldn’t remember a damn thing about anything! This could be a problem! Oh boy. Then I heard the girl stirring: “What the…? Where…? Who the fuck…?”
Great.
After a couple of seconds, I pretended to wake up, rubbed my eyes and noticed she had moved almost to the far edge of the king-size bed and was in a defensive position. “Oh um, hello there,” I offered, haltingly, “I uh, I guess we ended up here together last night.” It seemed a minimally coherent statement. I forced a weak smile, increasingly aware that I had no idea what was going on. I turned slightly toward her, and she got a good look at my stiff cock standing out a good 7 inches toward her.
She was trying to use her hands to cover up parts of herself, but quite insufficiently for purposes of modesty. Even so, she was trying harder than I was, which was not at all. There was nothing else within reach except our 2 bed pillows, and I certainly wasn’t giving up mine just then. I wasn’t particularly concerned about covering up. It just seemed okay. She evidently had not thought of grabbing her pillow. Good. She started again: “What am I doing on this bed with a 40-year old man?” she demanded in a surprisingly soft voice, “And where am I?” looking around at the bedroom. I could tell she was even more disoriented than I was, and equally clueless.
“Yes, um, I have those same questions,” I responded gently, I reached a hand in her direction, in a feeble attempt to be reassuring, but she was well out of reach by then. “Why don’t we put our heads together and figure this out? Can you tell me your name?”
She shook her head and lowered the side of her face to her pillow, meekly. “We must have really got drunk,” she guessed. “I don’t remember anything. Holy fuck, I have no memory of anything at all! What did you do to me?”
“It’s okay,” I tried to comfort her. “It seems neither of us has any functioning memory cells right now. That’s called amnesia, and I think it tends to be temporary. Don’t ask me how I know that, but it may help to try to remember things we know. Now, I’d say one or both of us might live in this house, probably. And we’re either lovers or nudists, apparently, either of which is okay by me.” There was no clothing anywhere in sight.
“Sounds like fun,” she giggled, “Maybe we’re nudist lovers!” Again, the pleasingly soft voice. She lay back down on the bed next to me. “If we get out of bed, do you think we could find some i.d.? And I wonder if anyone else is home.”
“Excellent questions,” I admitted. I patted her on her curvy hip sticking up next to me. We both sat up slowly swinging our legs over my side of the bed. We hugged each other. It seemed only natural at that point. And it felt way beyond good.
The girl got up and went down the hall, looking to see if anyone else was in the house. Her round ass wiggled enticingly as she exited the room. I looked around the room trying to find clues. I got ahold of a wallet and a purse and took out 2 driver’s licenses, ours apparently. The girl came back in and told me, “I don’t think anybody else lives here.”
“Look at this,” I said. We looked at the 2 licenses together. One license was definitely hers – Elana M. Johnson, age 20 at the time, a lovely picture, a sexy smile, hair a bit shorter. She confirmed that the picture on the other license was my rather rugged face (I had not seen a mirror) – John W. Johnson, age 39, same address. We looked at each other. I put my hand on her shoulder and playfully announced, “Hi, I’m John Johnson.”
“I’m Elana,” she cooed, still naked, leaning her forehead into mine. “I guess we’re family or something, huh?” It was another good question. Same address, same last name – but were we married, or what? Our ages made it seem slightly improbable.
“Do you think this is some kind of parallel universe?” I mused. “Wait. What is that? I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” Something inside me was wondering if this was some kind of set up. was she in on it? How could we both have lost our memories?
I said something to the effect that I probably should give her a kiss. As I leaned forward, I intended the kiss to be just a peck on the lips. But when I did that, it turned inexorably into a big, passionate lovers’ kiss. Our mouths were devouring each other’s mouths furiously. And her tits were all over me. It felt really good to kiss her like that, I mean really erotic. I was extremely turned on. That girl could kiss. And it somehow felt to me very natural, if that was even possible.
To my surprise, Elena blurted out, “Let’s see if we can find any more clues,” and she was off again. I followed her into a room where there was a framed picture of the 2 of us, wearing clothing by the way, and she really was a looker in that pic.
Nearby, Elana found an old photo album. We sat down together on a sofa there and started looking through the snapshots. As we flipped the pages, my hair stood up on end. There, near the bottom of the third page, was an old deteriorated photo which included a somewhat younger looking me, with my arm around a little girl who was unmistakably Elana,. and a young woman I could only assume was my wife at the time. As I looked at us in shock, Elana was looking at another photo and had not yet noticed nor started putting 2 and 2 together.
I closed the album and set it down beside me for a moment. I held both of her hands in mine and looked lovingly into her eyes. I had to say something. “Elana, do you find me attractive?” I began. Her answer was to grab my erection and squeeze hard, while trying to kiss me again.” I interrupted her onslaught and spoke. “Elana, I’m starting to get the feeling that we definitely are, and have been, lovers. But I’m also quite certain that I’m your daddy.”
A sly grin lit up Elana’s face. “That is so hot!” she exclaimed, squeezing my dick even harder. With that, she lunged her face into mine and with her free hand pushed me down across the leather sofa. I happily gave in to her lurid enthusiasm. Our hands were all over each other. She felt so voluptuous and satisfying on my flesh, and somehow very, very familiar as well. I told her I thought we had done this a lot previously. She said, “Yeah, I think so too … Daddy!” I didn’t have any misgivings about loving her. I too thought it was thrilling and sexy, and we seemed to fit each other perfectly. In fact, I felt like I really, really wanted to bury my dick in this girl who was turning out to be my very own daughter. It all just seemed so fucking naughty.
On the heels of all these bizarre colliding thoughts and feelings, I told Elana how much I wanted to be inside her. The words were hardly out of my mouth before Elana was jamming my dick, now straining to 8 inches, into her hot wet pussy. She seemed to suck it all the way into her core and clamp down on it as it slid in and out of her. I was grunting and moaning as we fucked wildly. My dear daughter was giggling girlishly, squealing with pleasure, and at times she was nearly shrieking, things like:” “Fill me up, Daddy! Fuck me hard! Fuck your little girl’s tight little pussy!” And I fucked her like never before. I mean, I didn’t really recall fucking anyone before, but it couldn’t have been any more intense than the unbridled fucking my big sexy girl was giving me that day.
Elana was insatiable. She aggressively rode my dick in all kinds of incredible positions. Riding me, facing me, not exactly sitting, her firm tits were bouncing up and down hypnotically above me. I got a handful of them every now and then, which felt incredible. She whirled around and rode me the other way, and I got to watch her gorgeous round ass heaving as my dick slid in and out of her tight pussy. Then she backed it up to my face, and we started sucking on each other. Her lips and tongue and throat worked me furiously as I licked and kissed and ate her out. The two sex acts going on simultaneously were mind blowing, and somehow we kept going and going.
Elana got us into a position where our crotches were like two pairs of scissors going at each other. It was intense, I mean the pressure on my erection to bend back like that. I soon had us side by side, with her legs splayed out and me fucking her from behind. That was easier, and I felt a bit of relief. Then she jumped on top of me again and milked me hard.
Elana’s ass looked so perfect going up and down on me. Her pussy lips squeezed me tighter and tighter. I was in heaven, thrashing inside my sweet daughter’s incredible young pussy. A couple of times, she twitched and cried out and squirted her pussy juices on my legs and stomach, yelling “Daddy! Daddy!” And a little later I shot a series of creamy streams all over her sumptuous tits. I scooped some of it off of her with my fingers and fed Daddy’s cum to Elana. She swallowed it down, licked her lips, and told me, “That’s perfect, Daddy, and so sweet!”
Elana also licked some of her own juices off of me. The sight of it was riveting. And when I was starting to deflate, she dove straight for my crotch and sucked me back to life. As her pretty lips clamped onto my dick really hard, I sprang up erect in her mouth once again. The fit was amazing! And I leaned over the other way and started eating her pussy. Right away, I felt her sliding me into her throat again, and we went at each other hot and heavy like that. Holy fuck, what a hot babe! My babe! My daughter erupted in another shuddering orgasm, with her sweet pussy juice going all over my lips and chin.
After a while, I scooped my sweet Elana up in my arms and carried her back to that bed, which I now understood to be Elana’s own bed. Laying her out on her bed, I pinned her muscular legs over her head and pounded in and out of her pussy again. “Oh yeah, Daddy, do me!” she squealed. “Give me that great big dick!”
We fucked and fucked like that. Then suddenly, she popped me out of her pussy and stuffed my dick straight into the entrance of her tight little anus.
We both yelped as I penetrated her ass. Her sphincter felt extremely tight on my dick. She slid it down on me with intense determination.. But the sensation was quite overwhelming. Our daddy-daughter romp had gone from really really wonderful to a sort of a cramped, uncomfortable feeling. I tried to work in and out of her, but it somehow felt completely stuck in her. From the grunting and sharp breaths she was emitting, I could tell she was feeling some intense sensations too. Then she grimaced and screamed, “I love you Daddy!!!” and I passed out.
When I was out, there was no sensation of time passing. I don’t know if there was sleep, or what it was. But then I had the distinct feeling of lying on my back naked, without covers. The morning light was filtering in through the nearby window blinds, and I had no memory of where I was, who I was, or who this sexy, naked young woman was that lay beside me in the bed.
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