He kept pounding away at her, thrusting into her until he felt the rising urge to pump her with his juices. He didn’t think of his impending ejaculation, just pumped his release into her. He held Andrea, gently, on top of himself, and heard her whisper, “I love you Dad, so much.” She lifted her head and kissed him, not the kiss of a daughter, but the kiss of a lover, deeply, passionately. “And I love you too,” he relied when their kiss ended, “forever and always.”
Andrea moved off of her father and kissed Mel, holding her, kissing her face, her lips. “I love you too, so much more,” she said.
“And I love you, babe.” Mel replied. “I’m glad you came back, so now you know for sure.”
“Yes, I’m glad you let me,” Andrea replied, “I will never doubt me again.” They kissed and held each other.
Again, Alan tried to make sense of this exchange, but it just didn’t register. What did hit him was that he had just fucked his daughter, his gorgeous, lesbian daughter! What the fuck?!!!! What’s more, she barged in and sucked his cock, then jumped on it, she was fucking him! WHAT THE FUCK????? How did that happen?
Mel spun Andrea under her and kissed her again, then rolled to put Andrea between herself and Alan. Andrea was on her back, Mel on her side, took hold of Andrea’s breast and gently caressed it, kissing her cheek. “Think you better fill him in, he’s looking a little lost,” she said, nodding he head in Alan’s direction.
“Dad,” Andrea said, trying to attract his attention, “Dad!”
“Mmm?” Alan replied, still not quite focusing.
“You paying attention?” Andrea asked.
“Oh yeah, sorry, was just away for bit, well – what are we doing?”
“We were fucking Dad, well, I was fucking you anyway.”
“Okay, but you think we should be doing that?”
“Yeah,” Andrea replied, “I do. Not all the time, but sometimes, yes.”
Alan stopped at that. The realization that she was asking for him to fuck her again was hitting home. “Why babe? Why?”
“Well, simple. Last night I went to June’s,” Alan’s other daughter, Andrea’s sister, “To let her know we had finally decided to get married. While we were talking, I realised that Mom and I used to be okay, until I got to puberty. I think everyone dismissed it as typical queen-bee rivalry, with me being so competitive and mom being a little controlling. When I came out, mom freaked, our relationship deteriorated and has never recovered. But then I realized that it was not like that with you. I always wanted to be closer to you when June pointed out that I was very much Daddy’s girl. That got me thinking of all the times I really just wanted to be with you. On the way home, I was thinking about it and started winding myself up over you fucking Mel. I finally understood what the problem between Mom and me has been, always was.” She paused.
“Oh babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t think this was an issue for you,” Alan said quietly, “We can stop now, I’ll leave.”
“No, don’t you dare! Dad, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t you fucking Mel that was upsetting me, it was Mel who was fucking you. I wanted it to be me!”
Alan was surprised, “Yes, Dad! Me! I always wanted to be near you as a kid. Then at puberty, I wanted to be closer. My fantasy, Dad was always you. I dismissed this as a normal Freudian fantasy later, but my strongest orgasms when masturbating were fantasies about being with you. I buried it, just hiding it away. Sometimes it would come out,” she looked at Mel, “Especially when we’re having a guy, I wanted it to be you there in bed with us Dad, but just continually burying it again and again. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to come back.”
Mel kissed her, “I love that you did.” She held Andrea, “And I love that Al is here with us.” She kissed Andrea again, holding her “I really do want to have Al’s baby, but even more so now, if that’s possible.” Mel turned to Alan and leaning over Andrea, kissed him, “And I love that you can share our bed now, completely.”
As she kissed Alan, Andrea opened her mouth and took hold of Mel’s nipple with her lips. Alan could feel hands on him, and reached for the nearest bare skin. They gently touched each other, kissing and caressing whatever part came into range. At one point Alan heard Mel say, “You really gotta try his tongue, it is fucking amazing.” Alan felt Andrea shift and saw her neatly trimmed bush come into view, inviting attention from his mouth. Alan obliged and ran his tongue up and down her slit, then began to mouth her pussy with his complete attention. All he wanted to do now was to make Andrea cum on his mouth.
He had never done his daughter before and didn’t know her responses. He took his time, feeling as much of her pussy as he could, lapping there, prodding here slurping her lips or sucking her clit. Mel, in the mean time, swooped onto Alan’s cock, sucking it with relish. There was no way he was going to cum again, the only thing holding his erection wasn’t Mel’s mouth, although it was brilliant, it was licking Andrea’s pussy that was really exciting for him. He never thought of himself as a pervert, but fucking his daughter, eating her pussy, that was outside of his experience, his expectations, his wildest imaginings. He was loving eating her pussy, loved that she sucked his dick, so he was a daughter fucking pervert, who fucking cares?
He felt Andrea’s movements change, tense, become more intense. She pushed down on his mouth, then let out a moan and a another, she pushed herself onto his mouth, gasping and spasming all over his face. Her cum ripped out of her gasping squeals, filling his ears with delight as she held her pussy on his mouth. He felt a slight expulsion of fluids out of her pussy into his mouth as she screamed in the ecstasy of her sexual release. Andrea collapsed onto her side, narrowly missing Mel’s knees.
After a few moments, she cried, “That was fucking unbelievable!”
“See, I told you.” Mel said, smugly. “Isn’t he the absolute best man we’ve ever had?”
“Oh yeah,” Andrea said, “You think we can have him back again?”
“You bet, if he wants to.” Mel smiled.
Alan was amazed at this exchange. He never thought of himself as a Don Juan type at all and while he was interested in sex, he put some effort into it in developing his techniques, he never considered himself anything special.
“I can’t say anything to that,” Alan said. “But my ego is being bolstered here so please, keep going!” he laughed.
“Mmm no,” Mel responded, “We don’t want the wrong head getting swelled!”
“That would be really stiff,” Andrea replied.
This was an old game Andrea and Alan played, pun upsmanship, so he said, “Would it mean I would stop cumming here?”
“There would be no entry, that’s for sure,” came back Mel.
“No fertile ground to play in,” Andrea added.
“Really hard times then.” Mel suggested.
“Oh damn, it’s too late, been exhausted and I am just unable to cum up with another load,” Alan said, “I conceive of defeat here.”
“Arwwww,” Mel and Andrea groaned. “Was that an entendré or a pun?” Andrea asked. “Or just an awful Dad joke?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Alan asked, “I’m working in the morning and if I don’t go now, then I am to be scheduled for a heart attack before dawn. And I’m not even od’ing on Viagra!”
It still took him almost forty-five minutes to get out of their apartment, but only after a promise of a “sleep-over” on Saturday night. Still, Alan went to his own one bedroom apartment, vowing that he was going to be a good boy and 1) not spank the monkey, 2) get plenty of rest in preparation for Saturday and 3)spend time cleaning his dump up.
On Saturday morning the thought came, unbidden, one out of three wasn’t bad, was it?
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report The Weekend
Last night, Alan and Wanda shared a coffee after work. Neither had young children to go home to, Wanda’s son was in college, Allan’s daughters were living their own lives. Wanda’s former husband was gone, Alan had no idea where, they were both were living alone. For Alan, it was a pleasant hour and a half, far longer than he would normally spend in a coffee lounge, having a light meal with a colleague. Ostensibly, they were working, going over their latest project and its presentation next week, but Alan found himself liking Wanda’s company. This all passed through his mind as he waited for the lift to go up to the forth floor apartment of his daughter, Andrea, and her lover, Mel, who were planning to be married soon.
He thought again about what had happened the last time he was here. His own daughter had watched his fucking her girlfriend. She had then joined in, telling him of her suppressed desires. Andrea told him about her jealousy, both of her mother and her lover, for doing something she could not. He stood as the doors to the lift opened looking into the empty space. For the first time, he lost certainty. He knew what was going to happen if he was to get into the lift and go up to the forth floor. He was going to fuck his daughter.
What a fucking pervert!
Alan felt something touch his arm, a hand appearing, “Hi Al,” Mel said, “Great timing.” The lift doors were starting to shut, Mel thrust her other hand out to keep the doors opened and almost dragged Alan into the lift. She pushed the button to the forth floor and said, “Going up, sir?” Alan smiled but said nothing, “You certainly will be, that’s for sure.” Mel laughed at her own double entendré Alan just shook his head, his smile getting wider. Mel hugged him and kissed his cheek, “I love that you’re here, really looking forward to this being a great night.” Mel stepped back a little and laughed, “There’s a security camera in here, otherwise I would have your jeans down already.”
“Yeah, okay, wouldn’t want to embarrass anyone then.”
“Nah, the security guy would have some new material to play with himself over.”
“Cruel babe, cruel.” They laughed.
Reaching the forth floor, Mel took Alan by the hand and led him to her apartment. Inside she called, “Here babe, and I have our guest.”
“Good! Good timing! Table is almost ready.” Andrea called. Alan looked at the table and it was set for three, “We got Chinese takeout tonight, I couldn’t be bothered cooking and I didn’t want anything too heavy.”
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