Time passed, and dad spent more and more of my bathing times with me. Sometimes he would stay for 5 minutes, others he would stay for longer. One day, after a talk, when my father turned side on, I’m sure he had an erection. The thought of my father boning up over my developing body sent tingles of excitement all through my teenage body.

 

My nipples started to stiffen, my cunt was feeling noticeably warmer than my bath, my clit started to tingle and my cunt lips were starting to swell, aching to be touched. I was mortified, the last time I had felt sensations like this, I was in bed with my 16 year old boyfriend. But this is my father I was thinking about. “Is it right, to want your father to touch you here?” lightly touching one of my nipples, sending shocks of sexual energy immediately pulsing to my cunt. I asked myself. “What if daddy pinched your nipple?” I asked myself further. Before I knew it I was inserting a finger into my hot wetness, picturing daddy lying on top of me, sliding that hard cock into my burning cunt, and fucking me like a whore, not his baby girl.

 

Since mum wasn’t round for me to talk to, dad had become mum as well. He was both parents in one. He tolerated my moods swings. He talked to me about womanly things. But he was also my dad. He’d punish me when I misbehaved, and praised me when I’d done well. He did his best for me, and I tried to repay by doing my best. He’d tell me everything, and I’d tell him everything. We had no secrets. It was good. So I got out of the bath towelled off, and put on my nightdress, noticing my nipples were still slightly poking at the flimsy fabric.

 

Dad was sitting on the lounge, watching TV when I came out, so I sat right next to him, our legs almost touching. “Dad,” I began “how come you don’t see other women? I mean I’m 17 now, and can take care of myself if you want to go out on a date.”

 

“Honey, I’m 35. It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to a woman. I don’t know if I could.” His answer came guardedly.

 

“I’m a woman, dad.” I said indignantly.

 

“You’re also my daughter. That doesn’t count” he said quickly.

 

“Well then, use me for practise.” I suggested.

 

“I’ll think about it. Now you’d best be getting to bed. You’ve got school tomorrow.” Dad said.

 

I put my hand on his thigh, and dad jumped as if he were being electrocuted. “Goodnight dad.” I said lightly, kissing him on his cheek. He kissed me back, and slapped me, playfully, on the ass. That was the first time he’d done that. “Dad” I protested, more shocked at my body’s reaction the slap than him actually doing it. My cunt tingled with the same warm sensation I’d felt in the bath, when I thought I had seen dad with a hard on, almost instantly. He laughed it off.

 

I went to bed and took my nightdress off, lying on my bed naked, spread eagle, with a warm fire burning at the junction of my thighs. My eyes closed, my hands started to roam over my body, touching every inch of skin, my mind started to wonder. I found myself thinking of dad. His fingers would be tweaking my nipples, his rubbing against the soft skin of my tits, as my breathing getting noticeably heavier. My cunt was aching for attention. I slid one hand over my firm belly, through the jungle of untamed pubic hair, and into the river of hot fluids spilling out of my cunt.

 

I spread the lips of my cunt, the cool night air feeling nice against my cunt lips, slid one finger deep inside me, withdrew it and repeat this a couple of times. I pulled my dripping finger out of my cunt, and eagerly sucked my juices of it. I couldn’t believe how hot and sexual I was getting, thinking the man in the next room was doing this to me. My cunt was burning with need. It had to be fed and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I massaged my clit, I fucked my cunt with 2, 3, 4 fingers, I came twice and still my cunt demanded to be filled be a rock hard cock.

 

I could hear the gentle snores of my father now, telling me he was sleeping. My father wasn’t an easy man to wake once he was asleep. I lay down under the covers, naked, feeling the warmth of the man I had just finished fantasizing over. I could feel his pubic hair brushing my ass, his cock resting comfortably in my ass crack. I couldn’t take it any more, and the snores were a deep constant groan now, indicating daddy was fast asleep. I had to chance it. I need a fuck.

 

I gently placed one hand on my fathers cock, and started to stroke it ever so slowly. The effect my hand was having on my dad was instant. I could feel his cock hardening and lengthening more with each stroke. Dad rolled onto his back, his semi-erect cock in my hand. I slid my head under the covers, kissing my way down his chest teasingly sucking dad’s nipples, down to his cock. I paused for a second; it was more cold feet than anything. His cock was huge. I mean it felt so thick, my fingers just wrapped around it. I bowed my head and slowly started licking the head of my father cock, It slid past my lips, smooth as velvet, I lowered my head further on to my fathers hardness. I could only get about half of it in mouth. So my hand worked the bottom half of my fathers love missile, while my mouth worked the top half.

 

My cunt was hot enough to melt steel. I needed to feel this hard monster inside me. I gently straddled my father’s hips and lowered myself so his cock was just touching my cunt, I lowered myself slowly onto the flagpole beneath me, allowing myself time to get used to such a large cock inside me. When I was full of dad’s hard cock, I slowly started to a gentle rocking motion, setting fire to the thousands of nerve endings with each rock. My cunt was aching from relief, pleasure and pain. My finger started to massage my tender clit as my rocking intensified. I was surprised when I felt dads enormous cock start to throb and pulsate deep in my wetness, he was cumming, and so was I. “OH GOD!!! DAD!!!” I screamed as I came.

 

Dad woke up with a fright sitting bolt upright, his chest pressing against my erect nipples, his cock deep in my cunt and his cum running out me. “I thought I was dreaming” Dad said “I’d of never done that.”

 

“Dad, you love me right?” I said.

 

“You know I do.” He said.

 

“Then everything is ok.” I said to him touching his cheek, “Remember I came to you. I wanted to do this.”

 

I kissed his deeply and passionately, not like a daughter but as a lover. I then retreated to my room satisfied, and went to sleeping tasting the mixture of juices from between my legs.

It started when she'd come into my room at night and give me back massages. Her smooth hands felt like heaven against me, and I could swear that she was trying to be sensual with them, knowing that she turned me on. "Relax, Chris. You're so tense," she would say. I'd fantasize about Rhiannon coming into my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my Jeans or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly way.

My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of the attention my dad and I gave to this older woman. Even in my sister's most beautiful years - age 16 or 17 - you could see clearly in a photo of them trying on skirts that Rhiannon had a much rounder, fuller figure, her long dark brown hair flowed gracefully down over her breasts. She is slender, yet her breasts and hips are round and full with softness and that beautifully tender skin.

When Rhiannon was downstairs talking on the cell phone with that sweet sexy voice, I'd find myself in the bedroom soaking up the scent of her bras and panties, listening to her voice and imagining how it would sound under the covers with her smooth, voluptuous thighs on me. Sometimes in the morning when she thought I was asleep she'd walk by my room and I got the pleasure of seeing her full figure; her baby-white skin and those cute little feet thumping softly on the wooden floor. Having the baby several years before clearly hadn't change Rhiannon's hips and butt. Her bottom stuck up tightly against her panties like the16 year-old girls I flirt with at school. I guess it's just nature's way of letting you know that she's still ripe with fertility.

My dad went away on business trips quite often, and I think my stepmother was becoming a little lonely. And her body was so ripe with womanhood, in want of a younger, more vibrant sex life. Indeed, in want of someone she really deserved. One night when my dad was away and Rhiannon was cooking dinner for me, she leaned all the way over to clean up something on the floor, and, my dad not being there, I jumped at the chance to take in that beautiful rump. I could see her pussy lips faintly outlined through her pants. Rhiannon's lovely behind was a foot away from my face! I immediately became hard, and couldn't believe how good she looked. Rhiannon seemed to realize this and righted herself and pulled at her tight panties a bit ( I guess she had a wedgie). She flushed a little and looked at me with her eyes wide, knowing what I must be thinking. She giggled and then smiled at me, then, clearly embarrassed, went to put her young son to bed. That night Rhiannon came into my room with some laundry and a bright, eager look in her eyes. Right then I knew what she had been thinking about that whole evening.

Rhiannon bucked and moaned as she reached orgasm. Her breasts expanded like balloons filling with creamy milk. Her tits bobbed up and down in a way that made me pump her even harder. I cannot describe the way my stepmother made love to me. It was like an injection of intense life through my body, seeping its way through my veins. The sensation of her warm body against me for the first time was a feeling I will always cherish. You see, up until that day, I'd been a virgin, and to suddenly be making love to the woman whom I'd been in love with - a deep, sexual, lusty kind of love, to the point where I was aching for her touch - this was an indescribably wonderful experience. Completely uninhibited, together we vented our pent up feelings for each other in a sweet union of man and woman on that cold, overcast afternoon. My body was warmed inside and out by her sex, contrasting with the cold wind blowing against the bedroom windows.

As Rhiannon and I made love I took in her scent, which was also indescribably wonderful, like flowers and fruit and sweet cream, but with a musty, animal scent that spoke of an intense life boiling in her warm body. Her white skin was moist with this natural odor. As I fucked her, I sucked on her cream-filled breasts, and her tender nipples hardened as I sucked them. She smiled and hugged me, my face between her tender cleavage. I could feel her hear beating. I took Rhiannon's left breast in my mouth as she humped down on me, her smooth thighs rubbing mine, skin on skin, then I pushed her butt against me and traced its curves, from the channel down her lower back to her tight anus, down to her clitoris, where my dick was sunk in to her labia. I felt her plump pussy lips, caressing them while I fucked them.

Then came our climax. As Rhiannon approached orgasm, her body was humping almost violently on me, her breasts jiggling wildly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom. Her voluptuous thighs slammed down on me as the fat in her ass quivered. Her last pumping motions were slow and deep. She wanted me deep inside of her. I felt her juices begin to seep out between our slapping bodies.

My ejaculations were unbelievably strong and sweet. I looked up at my stepmother's beautiful face as I came, her cheeks flushed red with her her internal heat. Her big brown eyes were closed and her mouth open as my penis throbbed powerfully and sperm shot deep inside of my stepmother. It was like our bodies had melted together, joining as one quivering organism. I imagined my dad opening the door and beholding the sight of us on his bed. The plump white rump of his beautiful 41-year-old wife humping down onto her teenage stepson. The arch of her back, with her long dark brown hair that my father so dearly loves, gracefully resting on the curve of her lower back, where, several inches down, her stepson's penis throbbed and injected, balls slapping ass.

In truth, I would have wanted my father to see us. I wanted him to stand there and see how I fucked my stepmother, who'd he'd been married to ever since I was a little boy. She had always been a good mother to me, and with the onset of our love affair that hadn't changed. But a part of me wanted my dad to be there to see how passionately she made love to me, and to realize that he was no longer going to get sex he didn't deserve.

Finally Rhiannon and I were both through, she had milked my balls dry . Cum slowly dripped out of her pussy and seeped into her soft white skin, into her pores. We slept, we fucked, slept and fucked, all through the night and into the next day. I must have reached orgasm ten pluse times. I knew the pleasure Rhiannon was getting had almost overwhelmed her. This was forbidden pleasure, which for both of us made it all the more sweet. She slept with her long auburn hair on my chest, with a voluptuous thigh over mine.

As Rhiannon slept, I'd gently rub that succulent flesh, right at the confluence of her thigh and buttocks. I'd stare at the perfect shape of her ass, firm yet soft and plump. The perfect white of her thigh resting on me was the most beautiful sight I'd ever beheld, indeed, that anyone could ever behold in a situation like mine. She has a little mole right on the underside of her left thigh. She lay on me, her head under my chin. I was in heaven. Right then she awoke at my gentle caress and blushed a little and gave me a girlish smile

Rhiannon moved up onto me and sat on my face. As she leaned over and took my dick in her mouth, her love lips engulfed my face. I breathed in and as she slurped on my cock I took in her pussy's fresh musk. Her plump ass on my face smelled like fresh fruit. I could smell the estrogen seeping from her vulva and as I started pumping my dick down her throat, her lips tightened around it, her tongue giving it gentle strokes. I grabbed Rhiannon's thighs and rubbed them, feeling around to her lower back and down again to her plump ass cheeks, now hugging my face. I sucked on her labia as she purred, "Oh CHRIS, mmmmm." I loved hearing that sweet voice, muffled as it was through 135 lbs. of woman.

I lifted her a little and turned her around and looked down at my dick, wet with her delicious saliva. Her pussy was just as wet as I mounted her from behind, sliding in and out of that beautiful ass. We rocked back and forth as I sunk my inches into her sopping wet vagina, deep, deep, until she squealed like a baby. The combined wetness of her blowjob and pussy juices made a slurping sound each time I penetrated her. As I fucked my stepmother doggystyle on the bed, her plump ass slapped up against me. I savored the feel of those round hips and caressed her love handles as I pulled her gently, back and forth, against my stomach.

This time the sex lasted for quite a while. For a whole 50 minutes I was buttfucking my stepmother, and each thrust into that tight pussy was oh, so sweet. I must have hit that ass hundreds of times, her wet love hole sliding against the sensitive head of my loaded, spurtive young cock. Rhiannon didn't talk while I fucked her, only gave out contented sighs and, as she reached orgasm, began to moan and squeal with increasing intensity. Every time I heard that woman make a sound I sunk my inches deeper inside of her.

I shot my cum deep, and with final thrusts, my youthful testicles slapped up against her skin making a slap, slap, slapping sound that echoed down the hall where my little brother was sleeping. Her ass bucked with orgasm after orgasm. I creamed her and have never ejaculated like that before in my life. I must've at least tripled what I usually can muster by masturbating. There was so much of my young love juice that it filled up her insides and forced its way out of her pussy and onto the sheets, seeping in and sticking on everything, making a generally slimy, sexual mess.

The next day we went swimming,while we were swimming we usually played around a bit.so as usuall i picked her up and threw her,as she was flying in the air her bathing suit uncovered her shaved pussy with i had gotten hard from.A few minutes later we got out and went to the hut as we were walking she noticed my cock bulging in my trunks and she asked if i was horny i said in a low voice"well yes kinda" and she replied to me very quickly in a laughing kinda way"well maybe i can help you with that!" witch turned me on.Later on that day after we had taken our showers i asked her when she was going to help me with my problem and she quickly pulled down my pants and started sucking my cock about 5 minutes later and after she striped all her clothes off i started licking her pussy after about 3 minutes she told me to fuck her and of course i wouldn't say no. after about 10 minutes i told her i was cumming and she yelled"cum inside of me" so i did as we laid in the bed i rolled off her and said "we should do do that more often and she replied yes we should and we fell asleep.

He came into the spacious living room with the thought of watching some TV when he saw her. She looked so damn sexy to Rob, who always thought her very attractive. She was wearing a dark-blue business blazer, a matching skirt with a slit up the side (the side facing Rob; he could see the lacy top of her black thigh-high stocking), and her almost stiletto-type heels.

With dirty thoughts in his head, he walked over to the recliner directly across from her. He sat down, and almost choked on the mouthful of beer when he saw the most beautiful, and glorious sight. His mother’s legs were slightly parted, and he could see right in between her legs. Her black silk panties, barely covering her large pussy, was clearly visible to his gaping eyes. One side of her underwear was pulled over a little, and he could make out a tasty looking bit of fleshy labia.

His cock was fighting for release as it grew to its full, pulsing length. He wished right then and there that he could have sucked that lip into his mouth. But--after a minute of deliberation--he decided he could do something else, something that wouldn’t be Too wrong. He knew that when his mother slept, nothing could wake her, so he decided to just jerk off while staring at his mommy’s sweet cunt. He had no worries about being caught: his sister wasn’t getting her week off for two more days, and both his aunt and uncle were working still. He pulled his shorts over his fat, elongated cock, letting it smack with a meaty thump against his stomach. He knelt on the floor on his side of the coffee table, and gripped his stiff prick in both hands. He saw how swollen his mother’s pussy was, and he wondered when the last time she had a good fucking thrown in her. Pre-cum lubricated his strokes, as he saw the fat lip twitch in her sleep. Her legs opened even wider, and he saw her right thigh-high was right up against the black panties. He knew he was about to explode, so he ripped his shorts over his knees, and ejaculated his steamy cum into the fabric. It was so hard for him to stifle his moans of extreme bliss, and a couple actually escaped his mouth. Amy didn’t stir a bit. He leaned in, took a long lick of the spike protruding from her heel, stood up, and walked back to his room.

While he was pondering over what he just did, he felt a pang of guilt. Not much, but it was there. "At least I didn’t fuck her; that would have been wrong," he said to himself, as he laid down for a brief nap. "Although…"

Part 2

Brian came home from work at eight that night. He saw his sister sound asleep on the couch. He grinned to himself as he placed his trench coat on the rack next to Amy’s.

Brian was a tall, handsome man, and three years older than his sister, Amy, but a year younger than his other sister, Sherry. He had a muscular body from his work as a bounty hunter, and thoroughly enjoyed his work. He’s single, but happy, having such a beautiful pair of sisters.

 

Ashton was just beginning her first year at the local middle school not far from our home.   Did I mention that she is lovely?   Such an understatement, but then I am probably a bit prejudiced in that regard.   She has beautiful shoulder length, dark hair with a hint of red in it when the sun shines just right.   Her hair is parted on the right in such a manner that when she leans forward, it falls over her left eye in a most attractive, and yes, sexy manner.   She has the most beautiful big brown eyes set above high cheek bones which frame a youthful mouth with full, sensuous lips.   She is 5’ 3” with a body that is maturing beautifully, with long slender legs above a pert round little ass which tapers to her small waist.   Her breasts are still relatively small but large enough that a push-up bra works wonders.   I have raised her to be proud of her body and neither of us are very inhibited regarding nudity around each other.   The lack of inhibition around each other probably has a lot to do with what has happened since I attended the parent, teacher meeting at her school.   I certainly considered Ashton sexy and figured she would probably break a few hearts in the years to come, but had never harbored thoughts of anyone having sex with her for a long time to come, certainly not me.   Well, perhaps I had fantasized about sex with her – but actually doing it – No way.   Things do have a way of changing.   Enough background.   Now let me relate what has happened.

 

The meeting was held at the school about a month after classes started that year.   The program included meeting the teachers of Ashton’s classes as well as other students and their families.  

 

Ashton was having fun chatting with her friends and I was enjoying meeting some of the other parents.   I noticed one man in particular watching the young girls as they talked and cut up as girls in their teens and early teens will do.   Most, like Ashton, were dressed in shorts and tops that left the midriff bare, or short skirts and t-shirts displaying their bodies to best advantage.   I wasn’t a certified dirty old man, yet, but these girls were so cute and, dare I say it, yes, sexy, that it was hard not to let your imagination run free for a bit.   Ashton ran up to tell me she and two of her friends were going in search of another girl.   I knew the two girls she was with.   They were new friends from school that were a little older than she was, but Ashton had visited them at their house and they had come to ours and I felt they were good kids.   Also didn’t hurt that they were almost as cute as Ashton, especially in their little bikinis when they went for a dip in our pool.   I had met their father, Noel, and thought he was a nice guy who loved his daughters.   I smiled and told Ashton I’d wait for her there and off she went with the two older girls.   The man I had noticed earlier had observed our brief exchange, then eyed Ashton with a funny look on his face as she ran off.   Then he looked back at me and walked over to where I was standing.

 

“Hi, I’m Jerry Clarke,” he said.   “That is a lovely daughter you have there.”

“Thanks,” I said, eyeing him a little cautiously. “I’m Parker Bryant. Nice to meet you,” I said, not knowing if it was going to be nice or not.

“Nice to meet you as well, Parker,” he said as we shook hands.   “How old is your daughter?” he asked, no beating around the bush here.

“Well, she’s twelve going on twenty one.   Actually she’ll be thirteen in a few months” I added.  

“Really!” he stammered.   “She looks a good bit older than that.   Are you new in the area?”

“No, not totally.   We have lived here for several months but this is Ashton’s first year at this school,” I said.   “Ashton’s mother was killed in a traffic accident a long time ago and I’ve raised her since”.  

“Mmmm.   Sorry to hear that about your wife, but I guess that’s why I haven’t seen you guys before.” Then abruptly changing the subject, said, “So what do you think of all these young things running around here?   I tell you, it really gets the old juices flowing watching these girls running around these days in such sexy outfits, doesn’t it?”  

A little taken aback at his remark, I replied, a little hesitantly, “Yes, guess it does.   Styles have certainly changed since I was that young.”

“Yeah, know what you mean.   You know, it’s all father can do to make sure they don’t get themselves in trouble, if you know what I mean?” he winked at me.  

“Yeah, guess I do.” I replied a bit uncertainly.   Where was he going with THIS?

“Ever thought of “doing it” with one of these girls?” he whispered, pointing to a very cute girl in a tight tan mini skirt with a blouse covering very nice breasts, her bra pushing them up to display cleavage.

“I guess I have, like most men, fantasized about it, but the consequences always seem to get in the way,” I laughed nervously.  

“Well, I’d bet there are those here who don’t just fantasize about it,” he said with a cryptic look.   Then before I could reply, said, “hey, here comes your daughter with my daughter, Michelle.”  

Ashton ran up, accompanied by the two girls she had left with and a third girl that I assumed was Jerry’s Michelle.   “Dad, this is Michelle, and you know Jenna and Kylie”, she said completing the introductions.  

“Well, hello Michelle.   It’s nice to meet you.   And it’s nice to see Jenna and Kylie again too.”   Turning to Jerry, I said, “Ashton, I think it’s time for us to meet your math teacher so we better see if we can find her.   It was nice chatting with you Jerry”, and,” turning back to the girls, “certainly nice seeing you young ladies.   I’m glad Ashton has met such nice friends.   Ashton, show me where that classroom is.”  

“Ok, Parker,” said Jerry as we turned to leave.   “We need to go as well.   Come on Michelle.    As we left, he turned to me and said, “How about letting me buy you a cup of coffee this Saturay.   Say 10:00 am at the coffee shop in the mall? ”

Not at all sure why he wanted to have coffee with me and needing to get on to our appointment with the math teacher, I said “OK sure. See you then.”

To make a long story a little shorter, I met Jerry at the coffee shop that Saturday and after somewhat cautiously broaching the subject of sex with young girls, he floored me with some amazing stories; stories about a group of fathers and daughters and, apparently, some mothers, who socialized (I use the term loosely here) together every two weeks or so at each others homes.   He asked if I would be interested in attending, with or without my daughter, but, he quickly added, it would be more fun if she could come.   I could come alone the first time but after that I would have to bring Ashton if I wanted to attend any more parties.   His description of what went on at these parties is what floored me.   Girls, most a little older than Ashton, but some a little younger, and most of whom had been at the parent/teacher meeting, would have sex with the older men, even their fathers.   He said Ashton was so mature for her age he was sure she would fit in.   I wasn’t so sure, but the thought of those young girls having sex with older men, their fathers even, intrigued me.   Hell, it was a real turn on.   I know I should have told him then and there that there was no way, but I didn’t.   As we left the coffee shop, he told me the next party was scheduled for the next Saturday and gave me the address, again encouraging me to come.   I said I would think about it.   He said he’d call me and we parted before I could object.

The next Tuesday afternoon, I picked up Ashton at school and she asked if she could go to Kylie’s house so they could listen to music and do homework together.   Since they lived just down the block from us, I agreed and dropped her off there.

As she started to get out of the car she turned and asked if she could invite Kylie over to swim the next day and I agreed.   “Thanks, Dad,” she said with a cute little smile on her face.   Leaning over she gave me a hug and then kissed me, on the mouth, with considerably more enthusiasm than our usual peck on the cheeks, then was out the door before I could say anything.   A little surprised and puzzled at the affection she had just displayed, I put the car in gear and drove on home.

I actually looked forward to the next afternoon and sexy little Kylie in her bikini.   I idly, well maybe not so idly, wondered if Kylie had ever attended one of Jerry’s parties.

Wednesday came and I again picked up Ashton at school, this time with Kylie, who was looking amazingly sexy in a short little skirt and tight sleeveless blouse stretched over her chest.   Ashton got in the front seat beside me and gave me a hug and another of those kisses, not a French kiss mind you, but definitely longer than usual and I swear I felt her mouth open and her tongue graze my lips.   Kylie looked at us as Ashton kissed me then looked out the window with a smile on her face.   That my daughter was up to something was obvious, but I wasn’t sure what it was.   Probably wanted a really big favor that she thought I might not allow.   Little did I know.

When we arrived at our home, the girls jumped out and immediately went to Ashton’s room and changed into their swim suits.   As they came running down the stairs I was amazed at Kylie’s suit, if you could call it that.   It consisted of two tiny pieces of fabric barely covering her small breasts and tied with the slenderest of strings.   The bottom was low cut and consisted of another small piece of fabric just covering the essentials in front and barely covering her ass in the rear.   Ashton was in her bikini, not as revealing but sexy none the less.   I must have looked a little shocked as they ran by me, as Kylie stopped, came back and did a little twirl in front of me.

“How do you like my new suit Mr. Bryant?” she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Very attractive, but it’s a good thing our pool has a nice high privacy fence young lady.”   I was more than a little aroused and, sticking my hands in my pockets, did my best to hide the rising in my trousers.   Kylie and Ashton both laughed and turned to head for the pool.   At the door Kylie turned and said, “why don’t you put your suit on and join us Mr. Bryant?   It’ll be fun.”   Again with that smile.  

“Yeah, Dad, come play with us.   Pleeeease?” Ashton added, leaning her head forward and looking at me from under that hair falling over her left eye.   She knew that stance never failed to melt me.  

“OK, you girls go on now, maybe I’ll join you in a bit.” I said, my mind working overtime at what these girls might have in mind.   WAS Kylie one of the girls that went to the parties that Jerry had talked about?     Jerry had said the girls were willing participants and really enjoyed the sex.   It sure looked like I might be getting set up.   If so, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I sure wanted to find out.   I went into the den and turned on the news, not really watching it, my mind definitely elsewhere.   About ten minutes later I heard “DAAAAAD, where are you.   I thought you were coming in with us. Come on, please.”  

I turned and there was Kylie at the doorway, a pretty little pout on her face.   “Pleeease, Mr. Bryant.”

“OK, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.   Let me go get my suit on.”   What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound I figured.  

I went to my room, put on my suit and went back down to the edge of the pool.   Both girls were swimming in the deep end and when they saw me Kylie pumped her fist in the air and yelled “YES!.”    

“What was that about?” I asked.  

“I won the bet.” She said.   “I bet I could get you into the pool and I did.”  

“Well I hope the stakes weren’t too high,” I said with a laugh, and dove into the pool.   I swam to the end of the pool, then back to the deeper end then to the side near the shallow end where I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge.   Kylie swam over to me and stood in the water in front of me.   Her wet bikini top was all but transparent and I could see dark little nipples poking against the thin fabric.   Damn, this was one hot little girl.   And she seemed intent on seeing just how far she could push.  

She bounced closer, standing between my knees and put her warm hands on my thighs.   With her eyes on my crotch where something was definitely moving, she said in a very small voice, “Do you like me, Mr. Bryant?”   She looked up at me with that smile again.   “I think you do,” looking back down at my crotch and beginning to move her hands along the tops of my thighs.   I totally forgot about Ashton watching from the end of the pool, as my hormones got the better of me.   I just could not believe the effect this little girl was having on me.  

“Kylie, I…….” I started to say.

“Shhhh.   Let me make you feel good Mr. Bryant.” She said as her hand moved to my erection, now obvious under my suit.   Then she placed her hands on the side of the pool and, in one smooth motion, lofted herself onto my lap, with her arms around my neck, sitting so that my erection was between her legs, straining at the fabric of my suit.   She put a hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers.   I was essentially paralyzed, unable to move on my own until her lips met mine.   I returned her kiss with more enthusiasm than I had felt with any female in a very long time.   She took my right hand and moved it to her breast, brushing aside the thin fabric covering.  

“Squeeze it, Parker.   Make me feel good too.” She whispered, breathing in my ear.   Heaven help me, I did.   I squeezed gently, then took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth, eliciting a moan of contentment from Kylie.   I didn’t even realize that she was now calling me by my first name, not ‘Mr. Bryant’ anymore.   Without more encouragement I moved my other hand to between her legs.   She spread them a bit allowing me better access.   I rubbed and felt her shudder.   Abruptly she broke our embrace reached behind her back with one hand and to her side with the other.   In no time the bikini was lying beside us.   She stood, now totally nude, smiled down at me, then, kneeling, pushed me around and pulled my suit off, freeing my erect cock.   She pushed me back and lay on top of me, her legs spread on either side of me, her small breasts pressed against me.   We kissed for a long time, with Kylie moving slowly up and down my body, causing her pussy to touch the head of my cock with each passage, teasing that erection.   That sweet little body sliding up and down my body was driving me crazy.   She seemed to sense that I was going to cum if she kept that up, and stopped her movements, allowing me to recover slightly.  

“Parker, have you ever fucked a girl my age?” she asked.   I could only shake my head, no.   “Have you ever thought about fucking Ashton?”

I felt hands around my cock, one squeezing my balls lightly, another around my erection, now gently stroking up and down.   These were not Kylie’s hands.   My God, Ashton, I thought, wildly knowing I should stop this but unable to do so.  

“She wants to fuck you, Parker.   She wants to loose her virginity to you.   She knows you love her more than anything and she is afraid to let anyone else do it.   Will you let her fuck you?   Will you take her cherry, Parker?   She can do it right here, right now.   You just have to lie here and let her do the work.”  

I felt something cover the head of my cock.   Ashton !!?   Then another inch or two of my cock was engulfed, and I felt the resistance of my daughter’s maidenhead.  

Kylie continued to coo in my ear, her hair covering my face so that I could only vaguely see Aston straddling me.   “I have already told her it’ll hurt a little at first, but then it feels sooooo gooooood!   She wants to do this with you, she knows you’ll understand like my dad does.” Then I felt the resistance give way and heard a sharp little cry from Ashton as she pushed herself down onto me.   She pumped up and down on me, a little tentatively at first, then with more energy and quicker strokes.   I absolutely cannot describe the feeling of that tight little pussy around my rampant erection.   It was like nothing I had ever experienced before and I wanted it to never end.   But, with all that had happened there was not way it was going to last much longer.   Kylie moved from above me and I had an unobstructed view of my daughter riding my cock.   An unbelievable sight.

“Ohh! Daaaady,” Ashton moaned above me. “Ohh! It does feel good.   Soooo Gooood!” she squealed.   She continued to ride me and the inevitable happened. I felt her tight pussy tighten further as she had her first real orgasm and I could hold back no longer.   I emptied my load into my daughter’s virgin pussy.   My hips piston up into her for a few more times then we both collapsed onto one another, Ashton’s hair draped over my face, her mouth finding mine and we kissed.   Not our usual father daughter kiss, a kiss of one lover to another, open mouths, tongues searching and finding more pleasure with each breath.  

We slowly disentangled.   Kylie was kneeling beside us, smiling at us as Ashton and I lay there holding each other.   I looked up at her and grinned, a rather foolish grin at that.

“You little sex pot.   You planned this, didn’t you.   You got me going and then when you knew I couldn’t turn back no matter what, turned me over to Ashton.   I thought it was just you that wanted to fuck.   But you – and Ashton too – planned this all along, didn’t you.” I shook my head, not believing what I had just done, or rather what had just been done to, or for, me.  

“Parker,” Kylie softly said, “You’re right, but Ashton wanted to do this.   She wanted to know what it felt like but was afraid to do it with anyone else.   She wanted to do it with you.   She loves you and knows you love her and would never hurt her.   Do you forgive us?” she asked with such sweet innocence that I could not be angry.   On the contrary, I had been given the gift so many men long for but are afraid to reach for.   On my own, I knew I would never have done it, but events have a way of taking over ones life.  

“I know, Kylie,” I replied.   “There is nothing to forgive.   If any forgiveness is forthcoming, I’m the one that needs it but somehow, I can’t feel that this is wrong.   Society says it is, but ….”   I let the comment hang.   I hugged Ashton to me and found that she was gently crying.   “Ashton, sweetheart, what’s wrong.   I’m sorry if I hurt you and if you never want to do this again, we won’t.   I love you, honey, and would never do anything to hurt you or let anything else hurt you, ever.”

“No, dad,” she smiled up at me, “it did hurt a little at first but Kylie told me it would, then it just felt so incredibly good.   I can’t believe how good it felt.   That’s why I’m crying a little.   I’m just soo happy.   You don’t know it but I have thought about somehow getting you to fuck me for a long time now, at least for the last month.   (Ahh, to have the sense of time of a twelve year old.)   Do you mind me saying ‘fuck’?”   She asked, a worried expression on her face.  

“Sweetheart, that’s just what we did.   Call it what you like – intercourse, having sex, lovemaking, or screwing – that’s what we did.   We fucked. And I don’t mind you saying it at all.   Actually it’s kind of sexy to hear you talk like that.”   Now why did I have to say THAT.

“Ashton, do you mind if I kiss your Dad?   He’s really a special kind of dad, and you are lucky to have him.”   Ashton smiled her approval and Kylie leaned over me and kissed me with a long kiss, so erotic that I again felt the stirring in my loins.   “Parker, I think you are getting ready for a repeat performance.” She said as she glanced at my growing erection.   “Ashton, do you mind if I fuck your father now.   You two were so hot together and I am soooo ready.”   Again Ashton smiled and nodded.   Kylie first bent her head to my erection and licked my cock, then took it in her mouth, slowly sucking, impaling her throat on my cock.   After a few minutes she lifted her head and straddled my prone body, positioning her pussy over my erection, slowly lowering herself onto me.   She was not as tight as Ashton had been but, God, the talent in that little body.   She moved like an experienced slut, with an expression of innocence violated that would make a 90 year old young again.   In no time I was thrusting up into her, she meeting my thrusts with equal vigor.  

“Ashton, come over here and I’ll show you something else that’s a lot of fun.   OK, stand over your dad’s head and lower your pussy onto his mouth.   I know he knows what to do.   You just let it feel good – OK?”   Jeeze, what would this little slut do next.   I saw Ashton move over me and that sweet little pussy lower over my mouth, felt it as it touched my lips, felt Ashton gasp a bit and raise up before lowering again.   Then I had the first heavenly taste of almost teen pussy, albeit somewhat enhanced by the taste of my own semen.  

I licked and sucked on Ashton’s little pussy, eliciting low guttural moans from deep within her throat and feeling her tremble at her coming orgasm.   I could hear sounds of kissing and could only imagine my daughter and Kylie kissing one another.   As I ate my daughter’s pussy and fucked her little friend, the thought crossed my mind, fleetingly mind you, but crossed nevertheless, that this was the most lurid, depraved scene I could ever imagine myself participating in, and I was one of the luckiest guys in the world.   Then the thought was gone, never to be thought again (except maybe for that last part).   Then we all lost it. I mean it was one huge orgasmic delight for all three as we came together, me shooting my cum into Kylie, Ashton releasing an amazing amount of juice onto my face, and both Kylie and Ashton making such loud sounds of enjoyment that I later worried that the neighbors, as far away as they were, might have heard.

We lay together, spent but content.   Ashton lay beside me on one side with Kylie on the other.   Kylie faced me as we lay together, me slowly softening but still in her little pussy, and said, “Parker – I hope you don’t mind me calling you Parker – we sort of do that – call the guys by their first name no mater who they are.   I really enjoyed that.    Ashton is so lucky to have you as a dad.   I love my dad too, but somehow it’s different with you.   I don’t know exactly what it is but I want to keep trying until I figure it out?”   Then with that enigmatic smile of hers, said, “You are coming to the party Saturday, aren’t you?   And you’re going to bring Ashton aren’t you?”  

I could only smile weakly and nod, “If Ashton wants to go and understands what goes on there, sure, we’ll be there.”

“Ashton knows what goes on because I told her and she wants to go.   That was one of the reasons for getting you to take her cherry, or virginity if you prefer.   I’m   going to make you so happy Saturday.   I can hardly wait.”   With that she started moving against me again, smiling down at me and, beyond all reasonable expectations, I felt myself getting hard again.   She pumped against me, and with Ashton hugging me from behind we expressed our love for each other one last time that day.  

When we were spent and again lying against one another, I asked Kylie, “Does your father know what you have done?”

“Actually, “she said, “it was really his idea.   He knows Ashton and really wants her to be a part of our group.   So he suggested I try to get you to agree to come to the next party, with Ashton of course.   So I did.   And I am so glad I did.   Exactly how to do it was really Ashton’s idea – the pool and all.   And it worked pretty well don’t you think?”

“Ashton, this was all your idea?” I said.   She nodded, leaning forward with that hair covering one eye, and smiling at me.

“Thank you, sweetheart.   And you too Kylie.   I don’t know if I would have agreed to go to the party or not if you hadn’t convinced me, so convincingly, but now I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Spent and exhausted, we all got up and jumped into the pool, rinsing ourselves of the fruits of our lovemaking.   Yes that is what it was – at least that time – not fucking - lovemaking.   I loved Ashton and Kylie both and I’m sure they felt the same toward me, at least I know Ashton did, and I feel pretty sure that Kylie did at least right then.   We got out of the pool, dried each other off, with a lot of giggling and groping on all sides, dressed, and I drove Kylie home.   My thoughts were on Saturday and what was to come.   I could imagine, but then, I really couldn’t.   But that’s another story.  

Be safe and love your daughters.   They are a gift in more ways than one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So like I said, my mother was now home and that was gonna make things a little more difficult.  My aunt and I discussed this in private and she assured me that everything would be fine and that we wouldn't get caught, also telling me that we were just getting started.  That night I was nervous, my aunt made her intentions clear, she wanted a piece of me and she wasn't gonna take no for an answer.  My mother went to bed with my step dad, we waited 20 minutes or so before going up ourselves, Rebecca had been shopping that day and told me she had a surprise for me, and boy was I surprised.  When she finally entered my room from the bathroom she was wearing the sexiest outfit I had ever seen, a black silk top, tight around the stomach in a corset fashion, making her beautiful breasts seem even bigger.  A black silk g-string and a pair of nylon stockings.  She shut the door behind her and walked over to my bed, took me by the hands in a reassuring way and kissed me passionately on the lips, i responded in the only way I could, I nervously fondled her body dressed in that sexy lingerie which excited her.  She dropped to her knees and licked her lips all the while sliding my boxers down my legs before finally throwing them across the room.  Gently she started rubbing and groping at my balls and shaft, looking up at me with her sparkling eyes with a look on her face that just said fuck me.  Once fully erect she began to work my shaft a little harder and faster, making me wait for her to begin her ritualistic blowjob.  Finally she began sucking slowly, taking in as much of my erect cock as she could, you would swear she did it as a profession, never gagging and never relenting.  She stopped as we thought we heard the creaking floorboards outside the room only to find out it was the cat, needless to say the cat has been put outside every night since then.  She slipped her breasts out of her tight sexy corset and squeezed my cock in the middle of them, slowly moving them up and down, saying fairly loudly,

"That's right Chris, fuck my tits, let your mum hear your slick cock slip between my tits and let her hear how much i'm pleasing you."

I wasn't as confident as her that we wouldn't get caught so i stayed pretty quiet, this lasted for about 5 minutes my cock making her tits glisten with pre-cum.  She stood up and I didn't hesitate to stick one of her tits in mouth mouth and started sucking hungrily on that gorgeous piece of flesh.  I squeezed her arse making her giggle with excitement, my cock rubbed up against her crotch, i wanted to be inside her.  It was as if she sensed this, she almost tore off her g-string and sat down on the bed, slowly lying down and opening her legs wide for me to lay between.  I didn't need a second invitation and mounted her quite quickly, sliding my cock into her soaking pussy and making her gasp loudly.  I wanted it bad, so did she and I started hard and fast, she loved it rough.  My balls slapped loudly against her arse as I pounded her pussy nice and hard, she moaned loudly, i didn't care as I was doing what I loved to do.  She barked orders at me,

"Harder chris, make me scream, let your mum hear you fuck me!"

And scream she did, not too loud as I brought her to climax but loud enough that my mum might hear her, on this occassion she didn't, or at least we think she didn't.  I withdrew from her sticky pussy, cum dripped down her thighs and onto her nylon stockings, she stared up at me panting, sweating profusely and smiling widely.  And this is basically the story of how its been for weeks now, every night we've been at it.  Of course we try different things, including anal sex.  We've even had a threesome, which i'll tell you about next time, but I will tell you now, the third member of our group knew that this was an incestuous relationship.

Until next time folks, have a goodnight.