Mit Has Gotten Her Answers
My daughter Tiffany doesn’t understand why her best friend, Mitali Singh, no longer attends their high school ball games on Friday nights. The answer is simple and complicated at the same time. Tiff’s friend Mit has become my lover.
Tiff usually leaves the house to join the other cheerleaders around six P.M. Mit arrives shortly thereafter. I occasionally take the beautiful teen out for a nice dinner. Most of the time, we simply hang out together.
Several months ago, on Valentine’s Day, Mit surprised me with the gift of her virginity. Since then she has become much a more self-confident young woman. She is much more comfortable with her luscious body than when she first asked me to answer a few questions about her sexuality. She no longer fears interacting with the boys her own age and is happy to be nude around me.
Even if we just sit and watch a movie on TV, we are frequently in the nude. Most of the time, before the evening is over, we end up in my bedroom fucking like rabbits. I consider myself a very lucky man to be able to keep up with the libido of this horny seventeen-year-old girl.
All the sexual activities between Mit and I have been kept quiet. Though sixteen is the age of consent where we live, Mit and I didn’t have sex until well after she had turned seventeen. Still, if the knowledge of our love affair got out, there would be too many complications. My daughter Tiffany would freak out at the thought of her father sleeping with her best friend. Mit’s traditional Indian parents would be extremely upset to know that there little girl was making love on a regular basis with an older man. Never mind the fact that the older man was also their landlord.
In spite of these, and other possible complications, Mit and I had become passionate lovers. When our affair had been going on for about ten months, Mit and Tiff were about to turn eighteen. I was planning a huge birthday party for them and their friends.
One Friday night Mit and I were watching a movie on TV. I was gently fondling Mit’s tits. She was rubbing my leg just below my balls.
Then it hit me! I had to tell her. Excitedly, I said, "Mit, Honey."
She looked up at me with her dark brown eyes and answered, "What is it, Lucky?"
I let her tit go and lifted her face to look at me. "Mit Honey, I love you. I've loved you for some time now." I then moved in and tenderly kissed her waiting lips.
"Oh, Lucky." Tears were starting to form in the corner of her eyes. She threw her arms around my neck and nearly strangled me with her hug.
"Honey, don’t cry. It isn’t that bad. Is it?" I chuckled and kissed the tears from her eyes.
"Oh I know. It’s just that I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for months. I love you too. I fell in love with you that Valentines night when we first made love."
We hugged tightly and cuddled until Mit said, "Lucky, I want you so bad. Take me to bed before I burst."
"Your wish is my command sweetheart." I then scooped Mit up into my arms and carried her to my bed. She nibbled and kissed my ear and neck as we went. Once there, I gently laid her down and crawled in beside her.
She immediately wrapped her hand around my turgid cock and said, "Lucky, lay back. I’ve got something I want to show you." She then turned and laid her head on my lower stomach facing my dripping cock.
Mit and I have given each other oral sex many times. She always explodes in orgasm when I eat her pussy. She says she loves giving me head, and is getting better and better at it. She usually swallows every drop of the cum I feed her.
Tonight would be a bit different. "I’ve been practicing on a toy I bought on line. I hope you like this." She told me. She then engulfed about half of my seven-inch cock into her mouth.
It wasn’t long before her talented mouth had me rapidly approaching a climax. "Baby. I’m going to cum soon." I always warn her before shooting a load into her mouth.
"Um hummm." Mit replied without taking my cock from her mouth. She seemed to suck even harder.
Then, just as I started to cum, Mit pushed down hard and took my entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. Spurt after spurt of cum shot from my cock and straight down her gullet to her belly. Her swallowing motion seemed to suck out every drop of cum I had left in my balls. I expected her to pull back to catch her breath after swallowing my cum, but no. Mit was calmly breathing through her nose while her tongue swabbed the base of my cock.
As I moaned with pleasure, I told her, "My God, Baby. That was fantastic. No one has ever deep-throated me like that. I think I may just have to keep you around."
Mit pulled her mouth off my softening cock and giggled. She kissed my cock’s head and said, "So, you liked it?"
"Yes, Honey! I liked it so much I want to return the favor. Now get up here."
Mit turned in the bed and lay beside me. I then kissed my way down her body until I reached her shaved pussy. She spread her legs widely in anticipation of me lying between them. Her pussy’s juices were freely flowing as they usually did. With little hesitation I dove face first to her soaked pussy. I hungrily probed her hole with my tongue and lapped up her juices. As she began thrusting her pelvis up to my face, I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it over and over with my tongue.
Mit cried out and began rapidly thrusting her pelvis up to my face as her orgasm washed over her body. I continued eating her sweet pussy until she let her butt drop down to the bed. She was sweating and breathing hard.
I didn’t stop eating her horny hole. I wanted to give her a new thrill like she had given me. As I continued to gently lap at her pussy, she started building to another orgasm. Just as she was about to fall over the crest of orgasm again, I pushed her knees up to her shoulders. I used my thumb to pet her clit. As she exploded in orgasm again, I quickly removed my tongue from her pussy and drove it as deeply as I could into her tight virgin asshole.
Mit screamed, "Oh my God! My ass? Yes! Oh fuck yes!" She reached down and pressed my face tightly to her ass. I continued to tongue her asshole until her climax passed and she collapsed onto the bed. Her legs fell to my sides and she was gasping for air.
"No more, Lucky. Please, no more for now." She said through her gasping breath.
I crawled up beside Mit. We cuddle while telling each other how much we loved one another. We soon dozed off to sleep.
"Dad, I’m home!" Tiff called from the front door as she came in from her date after the game. She then burst into my bedroom. "Dad, I had a great ti.... Oh! Sorry, Dad. I didn’t know you had company."
Mit then awoke and rolled over as Tiffany apologized.
"DAD! MIT! WHAT THE.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Tiff then slammed the bedroom door and stormed off.
Poor Mit had the look of a deer in the headlights of an approaching truck. She looked up at me with her mouth agape. Tears had started falling.
"Mit Honey. Though the timing isn’t perfect, we knew this could happen one day. Let’s not panic. Let’s give Tiff some time to stew over what she’s seen. I love you and we’ll go talk with her together. You and I both know she’s upset now, but she will be fine. I’m still her father, you’re still her friend, and we’re both of legal age. Now, let’s grab a quick shower. You can put on my spare robe. We’ll go to the living room together to speak with her."
We both put on robes after our shower. I put my arm over Mit’s shoulder and led her to the living room. Tiffany was sitting on the couch pretending to watch TV. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest and her legs were crossed at the knees. Her face looked angry. As Mit and I walked into the living room, Tiff stared at us but said nothing.
"Tiffany, Mit and I would like to talk with you." I began.
"What’s to say? I just saw my father and my best friend in bed together. Dad, I understand you’ve been alone for a long time, but did you have to do it with my best friend Mit? And Mit, with all the boys that like you, why did you have to screw my father?" Tiffany then began to sob.
"Tiffany, I know you remember how uptight and shy Mit used to be." I started.
Tiffany nodded in agreement.
"Mit said you had told her many times how you and I talked, and I answered all your questions as you grew into a young lady."
Tiffany nodded again.
"Well, one night she came to me with the same questions. You know I couldn’t turn her away, especially when her tears started flowing. Over the next couple of months I answered her questions and even demonstrated a few things. Over the past year or so we became closer. So close that tonight we finally admitted we loved each other. Well actually, I finally admitted I loved her. I don’t know where all this will lead, but I want it to continue for as long as possible. I want her near me as much as possible."
Tiffany said nothing, but she lowered her crossed arms and her face softened a bit.
Mit then spoke. "Tiff, you know I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. I envied the way you talked about your Dad and how well the two of you got along. When you told me how he always tried to answer your questions I knew I had to ask him my questions. My Mom and Dad would never discuss the things I wanted to talk about. At first Lucky, er, your Dad, filled in for my Mom. Then I fell in love with him. I couldn’t help it, Tiff. I hope you’ll forgive me and we can stay friends."
I then told Tiffany I needed to take Mit home. "We can continue this conversation when I get back, if you’d like."
When I had to stop for a traffic light, I pulled Mit to me and passionately kissed her. "Mit Honey, nothing has changed. I still love you and want you to visit as often as you can. We can work everything out with Tiffany."
The light turned green, I tweaked Mit’s left nipple, and drove on. We soon arrived at her home. She was grinning from ear to ear as I pulled into her drive. She kissed my cheek and practically bounded to her door.
When I returned home, the conversation between Tiffany and I was brief. She apologized for being so dramatic after seeing Mit and me in bed together. "Dad, you have every right to have a girlfriend after all these years. I just never suspected that girlfriend would be Mit. I promise not to barge into your room again, and I won’t say anything to anyone about this."
"That’s fine Tiffany. You know I love you and I always will. However, Mit can give me things you can not. Now, I’m tired and am going to bed."
Tiffany giggled. As she walked by me, she said, "I’ll bet she does give you more than I can. That’s why you’re tired. Keeping up with a teen can be tough on an old man."
I swatted her butt as she passed. "I’m not as old as you think kid. Now get before I paddle your butt for that smart remark."
Tiffany giggled again and trotted up the stairs to her bedroom.
Over the next several months, Tiffany and Mit seemed to become even closer friends. Their combined eighteenth birthday party was held on New Years Eve. It happened to be a Saturday night. I had hired a small local band to play for the party. The volume and that stuff they called music practically drove me nuts. I firmly refused several requests to serve alcohol. There was no way I wanted a bunch of drinking teens on my hands. The house and hot tub were overrun with teenagers. Mit was approached by several different boys and asked to dance. She politely rejected them all. Each time she rejected a boy, she would give me a look that kept my cock semi hard all night.
It was after midnight when their guests left. Both Tiffany and Mit saw them out the door. Soon only Tiffany, Mit, and I were left in a house that was in need of a serious cleaning.
I asked my daughter, "Tiffany would you mind taking Mit home tonight? I’ll start cleaning up this mess."
My sweet daughter replied, "Are you kidding me? You take your girlfriend home. Besides, you might want to go parking somewhere." She then giggled and began picking up some of the empty plates and cups.
Mit grinned slyly and said, "Besides that, I am not leaving until I’ve spent some time alone with my boyfriend." She then headed to my bedroom.
What could I do? I happily followed Mit as she opened my bedroom’s door, wiggled her butt, and began stripping. My beautiful eighteen-year-old girlfriend was soon nude on my bed with her open arms beckoning to me.
I stripped and joined her on the bed. She quickly began stroking my cock until it was fully erect. Then for the first time, Mit laid in top of me in the sixty-nine position. Her wet pussy was mere inches from my face. She took my cock into her mouth and lowered her juicy pussy to my lips. Mit had become very adept at giving head and thoroughly enjoyed it when I ate her pussy.
So, as Mit swallowed my cock, I pulled her hips down and devoured her horny young pussy. The teen was soon in the midst of major orgasm as I lapped her pussy and sucked her clit. As Mit came down from her orgasm, she lazily licked my cock.
She then seemed to get a second wind. The agile girl turned around and straddled my hips. Mit grabbed my cock, lined it up with her horny hole, and sat down with a groan. She was soon rapidly bouncing on my cock as its head repeatedly bumped into her cervix. It didn’t take long for her to cause my cock to erupt deep in her core. Just as my cock began bathing her cervix in cum, Mit drove her pussy down to take all of my cock she could get.
Mit was exhausted. The birthday party and then her little private party with me had worn her out. It had been quite a night for me too. As she came down from her climax, Mit lay on my chest to relax. We both dozed off.
It was after two A.M. when Tiffany softly knocked on my door. Mit woke with a start. She nearly panicked when she realized how late it was. "My God, my parents will kill me! I’ve got to go, now!" She jumped out of bed and quickly dressed.
"Mit Honey, don’t you think you should shower first?" I asked.
"No time! Please take me home, Lucky."
"OK Baby. Just let me get dressed first."
We were out the door in less than five minutes. All the lights were out when I dropped Mit off at her home. A quick kiss and she was gone.
A little after eight A.M. Sunday morning there was a loud knock on my front door. ‘Who could that be this early on New Years Day?’
I grumbled to my self as I groggily stumbled to the door.
As I opened the door, Mit leapt into my arms. She had been crying and looked like she was near panic.
"What’s the matter, Honey?" It can’t be all that bad. Tell me all about it, and I’ll see what I can do to help."
Through her sobs, Mit told me why she was upset. "I went right to bed when I got home last night. I knew I needed a shower, but I figured I’d take one when I got up. This morning, Mom came into my room yelling at me. She was mad because I got home so late last night. She stood next to my bed as I got up. She looked at me funny then said I looked and smelled like a whore. Dad then came in. He said he could smell the sex on me too. He said he would not allow a whore to stay in his home. He said if I wanted to be a whore I should get out. Lucky, they threw me out. What am I going to do?"
I took the frightened teen into my arms and hugged her tightly. "It’ll be okay, Honey. Did you think I wouldn’t take you in? You will stay here until your parents settle down. As a matter of fact, I’ll have a little talk with them in a couple of days. They’ll need that time to calm down. Now, come on in and sit down. I’ll make us some tea."
"Tiffany!" I called out to rouse my daughter.
A few minutes later, Tiffany came dragging down the stairs. "Mit, what are you doing here so early?"
"Oh Tiff, it’s terrible...." Mit began telling her friend what had happened at her home. She was just finishing her story when I returned with three cups of hot tea.
Tiffany sat next to her friend consoling her. She asked, "Dad, why can’t Mit stay here?"
Then to Mit, she said, "Of course you will stay here. Why would you need to go anywhere else? Right, Dad?"
"Of course she will. I’ve already told her that."
Tiffany then asked a very pertinent question. "Dad, will she be staying with me, with you, or in our spare bedroom?"
We all laughed at the question. Then we decided that to keep up appearances, Mit would officially stay in our spare room. "Mit, you will be expected to stay in that room at least once a week. I’ll need to rest now and then you know." I added with a grin.
Both Tiffany and Mit jumped up and hugged me. Most of that day was spent lounging in the hot tub and watching bowl games on TV. That evening I called the Singhs. Without asking for their permission, I politely informed them their daughter would be staying with Tiffany and me. I told them she would be safe and continue to attend school. I would come by in a while to pick up her books and whatever else they thought she might need. They had very little to say in response.
Later that evening, I went to Mit’s parent’s home to retrieve her things. The Singhs were polite but undeterred in their decision to oust their daughter.
Monday morning the girls were up and dressed before I stirred. Since New Years Day had been on Sunday, the girls were still out of school Monday. We decided to use the day constructively. We went shopping! At least the girls thought it was constructive to go shopping at the mall. They wanted to get Mit whatever she needed and had to leave behind when her parents threw her out.
It was easier for me to give the girls my debit card and let them do there own shopping. Tiffany and Mit promised to not do too much damage to my card. Rebuilding a wardrobe for a teenager is time consuming. It took nearly all afternoon for the girls to complete their shopping. I know they hit every store in the mall, some of them twice. I was pleasantly surprised when the girls finally returned with my receipts. They had kept their word not to go nuts with my card.
In the mean time I had done a little shopping of my own.
After we left the mall, I took my girls to a nice restaurant for dinner. Shopping followed by steak and lobster is guaranteed to perk up even the saddest teenaged girl. It worked very well.
It was well after dark when we finally got home. Tiffany and Mit ran upstairs to unpack their treasures from the mall. Tiffany had bought very little, but Mit was loaded down.
After a while I called them down. I had them sit in the living room and served them each a glass of red wine. Hey, they’re eighteen and one glass of wine wouldn’t hurt them.
We chatted for some time about what the future would hold for all of us. Tiffany was excited that she would be heading off to college in the fall. Mit was unsure if she even wanted to go to college.
The look of shock was evident on the girl’s faces when I spoke about what I wanted in my future. I stood in front of Mit and kneeled on one knee.
Mit’s eyes were wide open and her mouth agape. Tiffany’s mouth was also hanging open. I couldn’t help but laugh. I gently reached out and pushed up on both chins. "Close your mouths girls. You never know when a fly will buzz by and zip into one of those open holes."
I then reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. Opening it brought a gasp from Tiffany. The single diamond was surrounded by a bunch of small rubies. Mit just stared.
"Mit Honey, it all started with the answers to a few of your questions. Over the past couple of years, we have answered most of those questions and have grown much closer together. We have come to love each other. So, with Tiff sitting here as a witness, I now want to ask you a question. If you will have me Mit, I would like your consent to take you as my bride? Will you marry me?"
Tears began freely flowing down Mit’s cheeks. She was trying to say something but the words didn’t want to come out.
Tiffany was crying too, but she reached out and shook her friend’s shoulder. "Mit, say something."
The shake worked. Mit shouted. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you. The petite girl then flew off the couch and leapt into my arms. "I love you so much. Yes, I’ll marry you."
I then slid the engagement ring on Mit’s left ring finger.
Tiffany stood and joined the family hug. Then she stood back with a funny look on her face. "It just struck me. My step-mom will not only be my age but my best friend too. Dad, you are one lucky dog. I love you too. I love both of you. Mit, we’ll have so much fun planning your wedding."
"Girls, first things first! Mit, you must first graduate from high school. Then, if you want, we can get married in June."
"Yes, Lucky. I promise I’ll graduate before we get married."
Tiffany and Mit then began chattering a mile a minute about the upcoming wedding they had to plan. They were already figuring out the guest list as they walk toward the stairway.
Abruptly, Mit stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh!" She cried out then turned and ran back to me. She practically threw herself at me again. She leapt up, wrapped her arms around my neck with her feet dangling off the floor, and kissed me passionately. "I love you so much. I’ll make you a good wife."
Before I could say a word she let go of my neck, dropped her feet back to the floor, and ran back to Tiff. Up the stairs they went chattering all the way.
I didn’t see them again until they were getting ready for school the next morning. Tiffany kissed my cheek and said. "Good job, Dad. I’ve never seen anyone as happy as Mit is right now. I’ll see you later, Dad."
Mit then came and tenderly kissed my lips. "I’m sorry Tiff and I got busy last night. I’ll make it up to you tonight." She then squeezed the bulge in my pants before bounding out the front door.
Later that afternoon, I drove over to the Singh’s home. I explained to them that I was going to marry their daughter in June after she graduated from high school. "It was me you smelled on her Sunday morning. She is an adult at this time, and we love each other very much. I realize it is customary in you home country that a dowery is paid to the groom by the brides family. However, this is America, and if you approve of our marriage, I will make a dowery to you of one years rent. After that, we can discuss reducing your rent on a permanent basis. I know this comes as a shock to you. Rest assured I will take very good care of your daughter. Give my offer some thought. Regardless of your decision, Mit and I will be getting married in June. However, I want my bride to have her family supporting her in this marriage. Let me know what you decide."
Two days later, just after the girls had gotten home from school, Mr. and Mrs. Singh came to my home. They presented Tiffany and me with small gifts. They then gave Mit a large box. It contained a sari made from bright red silk accented with gold. It was a traditional Indian wedding garment.
Mr. Singh then spoke. "I wish to offer our apologies to you and your daughter, Mr. Smith. We also wish to apologize to our daughter, Mitali. We should not have reacted so badly when she came home from your home so late. We would be honored to have the opportunity to participate in the planning of your wedding. We gratefully accept your generous offer of a reverse dowry."
"Mr. and Mrs. Singh, welcome to our home. Your gifts are graciously accepted as is your apology to Tiff and me. From the smile on her face, I think Mitali also accepts your apology." Mit nodded enthusiastically. "I know how difficult it is to apologize to your child. Just coming here took a lot of courage. Please stay for dinner and we can let the girls fill you in on the plans they have made thus far. Mr. Singh, you and I have the best part of this. All we have to do is show up at the appointed hour, smile, and write a few checks. The ladies will take care of most of the details."
Mr. Singh and I shook hands while the women all hugged. Mit and her mother were crying like babies.
I had Tiffany thaw two more steaks in the microwave then add them to those ready for the grill. Dinner went well and the Singhs left a daughter happy to have her family back.
The next few months went by very quickly. The girls were busy planning the wedding. The Singhs paid as much as they could, but we all knew they were of limited means. I considered it a bargain to pay most of the bills for the privilege of acquiring such a beautiful young bride.
The fateful day early in June finally arrived. Oh, there was a small intervening event. Both girls graduated from high school. Tiffany was at the top of her class. Mit wasn’t far behind.
Ah, but back to the wedding. Mit was gorgeous in her red sari. It wrapped around her over one shoulder and off the other. It nearly reached the floor. Her matching slippers were only visible when she walked. Her long dark silky hair had been piled high on her head with curly strands falling down each side of her face. Her light application of make-up was impeccable. As I saw her escorted down the aisle toward me by her father, I had to think of something other than my beautiful bride to avoid getting an erection then and there. Her dark brown eyes sparkled. Her smile lit up the room for me as her father placed her hand in mine.
The ceremony itself took just a few minutes. It was with great pride that I turned with my new wife to face those who had attended the wedding. No man could have been happier or prouder as we were presented to our guests.
We had rented the largest room in town for the reception. The room was packed full of our family, friends, classmates, and associates. We had a great time with all of our friends wishing Mit and I well. As the evening wore on, substantial quantities of food and alcohol disappeared. Even Mit and I got a little tipsy. Tiffany was the exception and only had a couple glasses of wine.
It was getting late. Mit and I were dancing what would be our last dance of the evening. She kissed my ear then whispered. "I’m not wearing any underwear and I am already dripping wet for you. Take me home, please."
I then spoke to our remaining guests. "Mit and I want to thank you all for coming to help celebrate this special day with us. We want to especially thank my daughter Tiffany for all of her hard work in planning this day. We hope you’ve had a good time tonight. We will be leaving for home soon. Our honeymoon will begin tomorrow. Well, part of it will probably start tonight." Mit blushed and the crowd laughed. "Tiffany will be driving us home tonight, so the limo will be available to any who need it. Thank you again and good night."
Mit and I then worked our way out to Tiffany’s car. In just a little while, we were at home.
As we entered the living room, Tiffany kissed us both and said, "Dad, I hope you and Mit have a long and happy life together. You both deserve it. Mit, welcome to the family. I love you both. Good night. Oh Mit, please try to not kill my Dad tonight. "
Tiffany and Mit giggled as Tiff disappeared up the stairs and into her room.
I then led my new wife to our bedroom. Once inside I cracked open a bottle of wine I had put on ice earlier in the evening. Mit and I toasted each other and again expressed our love for one another.
Mit’s eyes seemed to twinkle. She then stood in front of me and pulled an end of her sari out from a fold in the rest of the silk material. She pulled it off her shoulder, and handed the end to me. With a giggle she said, "It’s time to unwrap your wedding present."
Mit then began to slowly twirl. As she turned, her sari came away from her body. Her full tits and their hard nipples were quickly exposed. Eventually, there was a pile of silk at our feet and Mit stood nude before me. Her whispered message had been accurate. Her bald pubic mound and upper thighs glistened with her pussy’s lubricating juices.
Mit stepped over to the bed, sat on its edge, and spread her legs. Her freshly shaved pussy was swollen with excitement and soaking wet. She stretched out her arms inviting me to come to her.
I quickly stripped and stepped between her legs. My cock naturally fell between her tits. Mit pressed her tits together and captured my cock in her deep cleavage. Slowly at first, I began thrusting my cock back and forth between Mit’s tits. Each time I pushed my cock up between her tits, Mit kissed and licked its head. As I thrust my cock faster, Mit bowed her head, opened her mouth, and took its head into her mouth.
"Baby, I’m about to cum." I warned her.
"Um humm." Mit answered. She then squeezed her tits even tighter around my cock. She began sucking the head of my cock like it was a straw in a thick shake. Her mouth was soon filling with spurt after spurt of hot cum. My darling young wife never spilled a drop and swallowed it all.
"Oh Baby, that was wonderful." I sighed.
Mit giggled and replied. "Honey, it’s only the beginning." She then scooted to the middle of the bed and patted the bed next to her.
I practically leapt to her side. We cuddled and petted for a little while to rebuild my reserves. Slowly I began kissing and licking my way down her tempting body. I spent considerable time nibbling, licking, and sucking on her tit flesh and hard nipples. As she moaned her approval, I worked my way down her smooth flat belly. I greedily lapped up as much of her juices as I could. My tongue licked and probed her horny hole until she was near an orgasm. With no warning, I sucked her clit between my lips and shoved two fingers deep into her cunt. I found and massaged her G-spot while flicking my tongue over the head of her clit.
Mit exploded in orgasm. She screamed in ectasy, "Oh my God! Yes, Honey eat my pussy. Oh God, suck my clit. Aaug!" Her pussy excreted so much of her lubricating juices that a large wet spot had developed on the bed beneath her butt.
As her orgasm ebbed, I continued to lap up all the juices I could. She was soon building to another climax. This time, as she neared her release, I pushed her knees up to her shoulders and rolled her clit on my tongue. Just as she exploded again, I slid down and drove my tongue deep into tight asshole.
"Oh fuck, Lucky! Yes! Eat my ass! Eat meee!" Mit collapsed onto the bed. Her legs fell to my sides. My teen bride begged, "Enough for a little while. Let me rest for just a few minutes."
Crawling up beside her, I cradled her in my arm. She slowly and gently stroked my cock while I fondled her tits.
After resting for a few minutes, Mit told me. "Husband, it’s time for you to take my cherry."
"But Baby, I took your cherry nearly a year and a half ago." I reminded her.
Without a word, Mit rolled over and got up on her hands and knees. She wiggled her butt and said, "Not this one. I want to give my husband all of me. My virgin ass is yours too. Please Lucky, take my ass."
"But Honey, it will hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you."
"Don’t be silly. It hurt when you took my first cherry. So, why shouldn’t it hurt to take my ass the first time?" She wiggled her butt and again said, "Honey, I want to give you my ass. Please fuck my ass."
"Okay Baby. If that’s what you want. Let me go get some lotion to help me enter your ass without hurting you too much." I practically ran to the bathroom and returned with some lotion that would ease my cock’s entry into Mit’s ass.
When I returned, Mit was still bent over with her ass in the air pointing at me. It was such a cute little butt with its tight asshole. She had lowered her shoulders to the bed and was swaying back and forth while fingering her own pussy.
I climbed up behind her and patted her butt's cheeks. I spread them and kissed her tightly puckered asshole. I then rubbed and teased her ass as I applied a generous coating of the lotion.
Mit was enjoying the sensations she was getting. She was swaying her ass back and forth and moaning softly. Finally, I heavily coated my cock with the lotion. When I put my cock’s head to Mit’s asshole I asked her again, "Baby, are you sure about this?"
She firmly replied, "Yes Honey. I want you to take my ass cherry."
"Okay baby. If you’re sure." I took hold of her hips and pulled backwards as I thrust my cock forward. My cock’s head popped past her sphincter and into her ashole. Mit gasped and I withdrew from her tight hole.
"No, no! Go on! Fuck my ass! You’re my husband and I want to give you my last cherry. Please fuck my ass. Fill my ass with that wonderful cock of yours. Fill my ass with your cum. Give it to me now." Mit begged.
Without any further warning, I pulled sharply back on her hips and thrust my cock forward. My cock’s head speared past her sphincter and deep into her bowels.
She gasped and cried out, "Aiiieeee!" My entry had hurt her, but Mit didn’t try to pull away.
As I had with her virgin pussy, I held still while Mit’s ass got accustomed to the invader in its depths. Mit’s ass was the tightest and hottest place I’ve ever put my cock.
With slow shallow withdrawals and forward thrusts, I began fucking my wife’s ass. In a short time, Mit began returning my thrusts. She was soon fingering her pussy. Using a tight grip on her hips, I began driving my cock deep into her bowels. I realized we were both quickly approaching a climax.
"Baby, I’m about to cum." I gasped.
"Me too! Fuck my ass hard. My ass is yours. Take it! Oh God, I’m going to cum nooow! Give it to me! Fuck my ass! Fill my ass with your cum! Aaaghh!"
Gripping her hips even tighter, I repeatedly and rapidly slammed my cock deep into her tight ass. Within a few seconds after her orgasm, I shot several wads of cum deep into her bowels.
We both collapsed on the bed at the same time. I was lying on top of Mit’s back. With her legs and hips flat on the bed, my still hard cock was tightly wedged in Mit’s ass. Eventually, my cock softened and I slipped it out of her asshole.
Mit groaned as I pulled free. She rolled over and faced me. Her smiling face seemed to be glowing with satisfaction.
I asked my bride, "Are you alright, Honey?"
"I’m wonderful. My ass will be a little sore, but I’ll be good by morning. I think we’ll have to do that again sometime." She then giggled and said, "Now my husband has taken all my holes and popped all the cherries I have to give." She then moaned and scooted up as close to me as she could get. We cuddled until falling sound asleep.
About mid morning, Tiffany softly knocked on our door. I pulled the sheet over Mit and me and called out. "Come on in, Tiffany."
"Dad, Mit, you probably ought to be getting up soon. You don’t want to miss your flight. Or would you rather stay in bed and wear each other out?"
Mit giggled. "I think we did that last night."
"Yeah, I figured as much. We really should put some more insulation on your bedroom walls if you guys are going to be so vocal when making love. By the way Mit, how's your ass this morning?"
Mit visibly blushed. Tiffany was giggling as she left to make us breakfast. Mit and I hit the shower. An hour and a half later Tiffany dropped us of at the airport. A little more than ten hours later, Mit and I landed in Honolulu.
We spent the next two weeks soaking up the sun during the day and making love every night. By the time we boarded the plane for the return flight home, we were both worn out. Mit finally admitted her pussy and ass were sore and needed a rest. My ego wouldn’t let me admit that I too needed the rest.
Over the next couple of months Mit and I acted like a pair of teenagers who had just discovered a new toy. Sex! I guess one of us was in character and just being herself. What’s that saying about a man nearing forty?
One day in late July Mit came to me with another question. She seemed troubled and wasn’t sure she wanted to ask her question. ‘Does this girl ever run out of questions?’
I thought. I hugged her and said, "Honey, what is it? Don’t you know by now that you can ask me anything?"
She nodded and began to speak. "Lucky, I love you so much. I want to give you something special, but I need your okay to do it. I need your help too."
"Mit Honey, you have already given me all I could hope for. What is it you need my permission and help to do?" I asked.
"I want to stop my birth control pills. I want to give you a son. Please, let me give you a son."
I pulled her to me, kissed her forehead, and said to her. "My love, if you want to have a baby, I want one too. However, how can you be certain it will be a son? Maybe you’ll have a daughter."
"Our first baby wouldn’t dare be a girl. If it is a girl, we can love her all the same. But I’ll sure try to give you a son. You’ve been surrounded by girls all your life. You need a son."
I chuckled at Mit’s determination to have a boy. "Okay sweetheart, let’s have a baby. Do you want to start practicing now?" I asked with a wide grin.
"Oh Lucky. You know it takes a month or so for the birth control pills to stop working."
"Okay! Come with me." I led her by the hand to the bathroom. I handed her the pills and watched as she flushed them down the toilet.
Mit jumped up and tightly hugged my neck. "I love you so much, and I promise I’ll try to give you a son." She then let go of my neck and dropped to the floor. "I’ve got to go tell Tif."
"Okay baby." I swatted her cute little butt as she trotted out of the bathroom.
A few minutes later, I heard Tiffany screaming for joy. She and Mit came running down the stairs and practically tackled me. "Dad, you’re going to have a baby? What will you name him? Can I baby-sit? I know I’ll be a good sister."
"Whoa girls. I think you two have gotten ahead of yourselves. We just threw out Mit’s pills a few minutes ago. And what if it’s a girl?" I asked.
"It wouldn’t dare. Dad, when Mit sets her sights on something she usually gets it. She got you didn’t she? She told me she was going to marry you shortly after I saw you guys in bed. So, when my stepmother and best friend tells me she’s going to have your son, I believe her. You probably should too, Dad."
Mit was rapidly nodding her agreement as Tiffany spoke.
"Okay girls. I give up. I guess I’m about to have a son. By the way, I have no idea how to answer all your other questions. It seems that answering questions is what brought us all here in the first place."
My girls then bounded off to Tiffany’s room to begin planning the baby’s nursery.
At the end of August, Mit and I took Tiffany to her college dorm. She’d only be a couple of hours away, but it was the first time either of us had been apart. I’m not sure who was more stressed over the separation, Tiffany or me.
Regardless, Tiffany stayed at college and did very well during her first semester. She came home for the holidays and found things had changed a bit. Well, not exactly things. Mit had changed. She was a little bit thicker around the middle. She was only about three months along but proudly showed her small baby-bump to anyone who wanted to see. Thus far, Mit was a very happy mother to be. She frequently talked with our son growing in her belly about the wonderful life he was about to enter.
Mit’s parents were happy for her as well. I decided that since they would be my child’s grandparents, a change needed to be made in their rental agreement. When they came to Christmas dinner, I presented them with a new rental contract for their home. The new rental contract gave the Singhs free rent for as long as they wanted to stay in the home. "We want you to be close so you can see and help with your grandchild as often as possible. If you decide to move, please return the house keys to me. Otherwise, it is yours to live in for as long as you want to stay there."
The Singhs happily accepted and signed the new contracts. They also promised to be as involved as possible in their grandchild’s life.
The girls celebrated their nineteenth birthday quietly at home. I served steak, lobster, and red wine. Mit limited herself to two small glasses of wine. "Lucky Jr. doesn’t need to start drinking already." Mit giggled.
Tiffany returned to school after New Years. Before leaving she made Mit promise to not have her brother until she returned. Needless to say, the love making between Mit and me had taken on a much gentler style since Mit’s pregnancy became known. We still played very frequently, but we avoided any overly athletic activities. As the baby expanded her belly, Mit began preferring the doggie position more and more. That position allowed us to still enjoy each other and not squash the baby, which would cause Mit pain.
As Winter turned to Spring and Spring into early Summer, Mit’s belly continued to swell. When she was offered the opportunity to have an ultrasound Mit turned it down. "I already know I’m having a son. Why should I need a machine to confirm it?"
God I love this girl.
Tiffany called weekly for an update from Mit. Her college classes ended at the end of May. Two weeks later, Mit went into labor. It broke my heart to see my beautiful wife in pain during labor. Mit stayed strong and soon made an announcment to her doctors, "I am ready to have my son now!"
Up until that point, Tiff was the only one who actually believed Mit when she said she was going to have a boy. About twenty minutes after entering the delivery room, Mit was back in her room cradling our baby. She then handed the bundled baby to me and said, "Meet our son, Lucky Jr."
I bent over and softly kissed my bride. "Thank you darling. I will never doubt you again."
Mit returned the kiss, smiled up at me, and said. "Thank you for loving me and letting me give you your son. You can pick the sex of the next one. I’d like to have several more."
Tiffany, who was sitting near the other side of Mit’s bed, smiled broadly. "Are you ready for a larger family, Dad?"
It looks like life was going to be good for Tiffany, Mit, and me, and our children. It promised to also be a busy one for a long time to come.
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