“And I still remember that very first night that Dad finally came inside me. I orgasmed my ass off!
“And also, I had never seen my dad orgasm so strongly. He actually screamed out several ‘F’-bombs when he hit his climax, which was something that he had never done before. And it seemed like his fat dick was never gonna stop throbbin’ inside me. I couldn’t believe how much sperm he was ejaculatin’ inside me, either.
“Then he passed out on top of me, and just about smothered me underneath him. I had to roll out from under him.
“At any rate, once we had figured out that I was pregnant, I told Dad that I wanted to get an abortion.
“But he just wouldn’t have it. He said it went against everything that our family stood for. And then he insisted that we needed to find a way for me to go ahead and have the baby, but never let anyone find out that the child was actually his.
“Our final plan involved me findin’ a boy around my age who I really liked. Then I would seduce that boy into dating me. And after that, I would make sure that that boy got the chance to fuck me by no later than our third date, because I was runnin’ out of time. Nine months passes awful fast, you know.”
“And I was that ‘boy’, right?” I asked Sally, even though I already knew the answer to that question.
“Yes, Carl. You drew the short straw, and got me.”
“That explains a lot,” I said. “I always wondered why you wouldn’t let me wear that condom the first time that we fucked. I mean, I put it on, and you took it right off, and threw it down on the floor, telling me that you hated condoms.”
“Well, at least I wasn’t lyin’ to you. I still do hate condoms,” Sally said, and then continued on with her story. “At any rate, after I let that boy fuck me–without using any birth control, of course–I was gonna wait a couple of weeks, and then hit him with the horrible news that I had missed my period, and that he had gotten me pregnant.
“At the time, I didn’t really care whether that boy asked me to marry him, or not. I just needed to create an acceptable explanation about how I had gotten pregnant, so that Dad wouldn’t get in trouble, and lose everything, over my having seduced him into havin’ sex with me nightly. I couldn’t have lived with that.
“Well, I didn’t count on fallin’ in love with that boy. And truth be told, I also didn’t count on fallin’ in love with Jordan. I was all ready to give her up for adoption, if things hadn’t worked out between you and me.
“And now, I’ve got the best husband in the world, lyin’ right next to me, with a rock-hard dick, ready to fuck me again,” Sally said to me, as she rolled over on her side, lifted her top leg up a little bit to spread her thighs apart, and then grabbed hold of my dick, and starting guiding it into her own vagina.
“And I’ve got a black lover, with a rock-hard dick, lying right next to me, on my other side, ready to fuck me in the ass, at the same time as my husband is fucking me in the pussy. Right, Henry?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Henry quickly blurted out. Then he rolled over onto his side, facing my wife’s flat, boyish-looking butt, and then reached down to guide his large penis up into her asshole.
I was French-kissing Sally, as I felt my dick-head penetrating her vaginal entrance; and then, within a few more moments, felt Henry’s balls coming into direct contact with mine.
Sally finally broke off our kiss, and she said to me, “Now, I ask you, what more could any woman ask for?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, “But don’t forget that you still owe me $100!”
Sally and I both laughed, and then Sally said, “I’ve got one last confession for you, Carl.”
“What’s that?” I asked, as I was slowly humping away at her pussy, while Henry was slowly humping away at her asshole.
“After we got married, and I moved out of Dad’s house to live with you, here in Austin, do you remember how I would always take a week or two, here and there, throughout the year, to go back home to Fort Worth and visit my dad?
“Oh, no, Sally. You didn’t!”
“Oh yes, Carl. I did! I went back home to Fort Worth to be with Dad, so that I could sleep in his bed, and snuggle up with him. And so that he could have sex with me. And so that I could feel his wonderful, fat dick stretchin’ my pussy wide-open again, and then feel him releasin’ his watery ‘old-man sperm’ inside my pussy. And those special ‘conjugal visits’ of mine went on throughout the whole time that I’ve been married to you. All the way up until Dad finally died.
“It’s funny, you know. During those times that I was away visitin’ Dad all those years, I don’t remember ever bringin’ my birth control pills with me,” Sally confessed, slowly shaking her head from side-to-side, and taking a deep breath to draw air in through her closed teeth.
“So are you tryin’ to tell me that Jake’s not really my son?” I asked, even though I already knew that the very next words that were going to be coming out of Sally’s mouth would be bad news, as far as I was concerned.
“Let’s just say that there’s a good chance of that. But I’m really not sure, to be honest with you,” Sally admitted. “What I am really sure of, is that it’s been about three months since I’ve been on The Pill. And I can almost guarantee you that I’m definitely fertile right now.”
“Damn it, Sally! You’re makin’ me cum!” I said, as I felt my prostate getting ready to explosively pulsate. And then it did. And I fertilized my wife’s sloppy-wet, totally-unprotected pussy again.
As I was coming back down to earth from my orgasmic high, Sally shifted into her little-girl voice and said, “So, Daddy, you’re not mad at me then?”
“No, Sweetie. I finally understand why you like to go into your ‘little girl mode’, and call me ‘Daddy’ whenever we’re having sex.”
“So then, you still love me, Daddy, right?” Sally asked in that same soft high-pitched voice, and then drew the corners of her mouth downward on each side in an overly-exaggerated pout, while she was batting her big powder-blue eyes at me, behaving like a puppy dog that had just been caught chewing up my favorite pair of shoes.
And of course, I fell for it. I always do. And it didn’t matter that I knew that my wife was intentionally manipulating the crap out of me. I was perfectly happy with her doing it–just as long as she stayed in that wonderful ‘little girl mode’ of hers.
“More than ever, Sweetie,” I replied, and gave Sally a tender kiss on the forehead, as I heard Henry’s soft-but-unmistakable cum-grunt.
“Even if I tinkle on you?” Sally asked me in her little-girl voice, with her eyes dramatically bugged-out, and her mouth wide-open.
It was amazing to feel Henry’s penis, as it was strongly pulsating right up against the underside of my own penis through the thin back wall of Sally’s vagina, once he had begun unloading his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally’s rectum and lower colon.
“I can’t help it, Daddy. It really tickles!” Sally remarked, urgently spewing out that whole string of words from her machine gun mouth. And then she bit down on her lower lip, and began whimpering away, just like a little lost puppy dog in distress.
And I immediately felt my still-coupled-up genitals being thoroughly soaked by my wife’s warm wet sexual juices, while Sally was busy orgasming her ass off.
And I knew that I had definitely married the right woman.
Sure, Sally had turned out to be one nasty little whore of a wife. There was no denying that. But she was my nasty little whore–and mine alone–now that her horny, incestuous father was finally out of the picture. And that’s all that really mattered. That, and running down to the drug store in the morning to pick up some Plan B One-Step® emergency birth control, so that Sally wouldn’t end up getting pregnant, as a result of tonight’s “little escapades”.
Let’s face it. Neither of us really wanted another baby–even though it turned Sally on a lot to pretend that she did.
Besides that, Sally and I still had the hotel room already booked through the end of the week. And we intended to make good use of it.
“Sweetie,” Sally said me in her normal voice, finally breaking the long period of silence that had naturally ensued, once all three of us were lying there beside each other on top of the bed, totally spent, “I hate to say it, but since I’m tryin’ to ‘come clean’ with you about everything tonight, there’s somethin’ else that I forgot to tell you about. And it’s somethin’ important that you really should know.”
“And what might that be, pray tell?” I asked whimsically, not really wanting to hear any more of Sally’s confessions tonight.
“Well…you remember Uncle Jerry, don’t you? My dad’s younger brother?”
“Sure. I only met him one time, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.”
“Oh, he definitely is. And he was my favorite uncle, back when I was growin’ up. My Uncle Jerry always used to sit me on his knee, and give me horsey rides, while he told me all sorts of silly jokes. And I remember that he’d make me giggle so much, that I’d pee myself just a little bit, and the crotch of my panties would always end up gettin’ wet.”
“So what is it that you want me to know about your Uncle Jerry, and your wet panties?” I asked, bracing myself for what I assumed was going to be Sally’s confession about how her Uncle Jerry had gone on to sexually molest her, back when she was a young girl.
“Well, I didn’t tell you this before,” said Sally, “But Uncle Jerry moved into town about three months ago. He’s still a bachelor, but he told me that he moved down here to Austin so that he could spend more time with his favorite niece. And of course, that’s me. Uncle Jerry doesn’t live very far away from us at all. In fact, you could walk to his apartment, if you wanted to.”
“Wow, that’s wonderful,” I remarked, with faked enthusiasm.
“Yeah, I thought so too. My Uncle Jerry used to come over to see me, just about every time that I went back home to Fort Worth to visit Dad. And I used to love that a lot! Because Dad and I used to have threesomes with him. And believe it or not, Uncle Jerry’s dick was even bigger around than Daddy’s was. I’ve even got some pictures of it on my cell phone. Do you wanna see them?”
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