A Daughter's Offer
Despite Greg's ambiguous "I'll think about it" answer to Brit's question about whether they could swim naked again, the girls just assumed that they were to go nude at the pool. Allison's "no swimwear" rule, originally meant as a joke, became the standard in the backyard.
With the girls spending so much time at the pool without their swimsuits, it was only a matter of time before nudity became the norm around the house. Rachael of course was the first to stop wearing clothes completely. One day after going swimming in the morning she left her clothes off the rest of the day, and the next day she never bothered getting dressed at all.
Lissa thought it was such a good idea that the next day she did the same, though Alya at least kept her clothes on until going swimming that afternoon. But the next day she broke down and went nude as well, followed by Brit. Finally Allison asked Greg whether he minded if she did the same, and he gave a sigh of resignation and said that it was all right.
Seeing how much fun the other girls were having, Kari and Crystal began stripping down every time they came over, eventually doing so as soon as they entered the house. It became as natural as taking off their shoes.
To his distress, Crystal decided that teasing him in the pool the other day had been so fun that she continued her little game. She stopped calling him "Mr. Primdale" and now referred to him as "Greg dearest" or "Sweetheart" or "Honey buns." Of course Brit and Kari thought this was hilarious, so they constantly egged her on.
She liked to grab his hand when he least expected it, and sometimes even snuck a kiss on his cheek, which immediately turned bright crimson. Fortunately, Allison found the whole thing amusing, so he didn't have to worry about a jealous confrontation. Actually, he almost would have preferred for his wife to get angry at her, because Crystal took her silence as tacit approval, which just encouraged her all the more.
For all of Greg's show of reluctance, secretly he was delighted by the sight of all of these gorgeous women running around naked in front of him. Of course he loved to see Allison's body especially, and Rachael's too, but it was a little different with the others. Lissa and Brit were his daughters, and although he had to admit that they both had beautiful bodies, he also knew that he shouldn't be thinking about them like that. It bothered him every time he got an erection from seeing one of them nude.
Even more confusing were his feelings toward Alya. To him, the word "lesbian" had two meanings. There was the ideal, the gorgeous porn star that got it on with other women for the enjoyment of the men who watched them. Then there was the short-haired, tomboyish dyke that was more masculine than any woman by rights ought to be. When he had first heard about Lissa's relationship with Alya, he had imagined the latter. But ever since he had met her, in his mind she had been changing bit by bit into the former. When he got right down to it, seeing Lissa and Alya being so affectionate with each other, especially now without any clothes on, really excited him.
Each day, he found himself looking forward to coming home from work to a house full of naked girls. He especially liked it when Kari and Crystal visited, because they just added to the visual appeal. Of course, that usually meant that Jeff was there as well, which still bothered him. With Rachael, Allison, and Kari all willing to have sex with Jeff, Greg suspected that it happened a lot more than he liked to think. For all he knew, every day was an orgy in the Primdale mansion. But Jeff had promised not to have sex with Brit any more, and Greg had to trust that he would keep his word.
Sometimes they would go for an evening swim. The pool patio could be lit, so they could have fun out there even late at night. Sometimes he would find everyone still in the pool when he came home in the evening, and more often than not he would throw on his swimming trunks and join them. He was still a little too conservative to go nude by choice, although Crystal found it amusing to try to strip him in the pool. Now that he expected it, he could have prevented it, but the truth was that as long as he could rationalize that it wasn't his fault, he didn't have the willpower to resist her for long, and he usually ended up as naked as the rest of them. Jeff, of course, went naked just like the girls.
On more than one occasion, Greg and Allison crept out to the pool for a late night swim after the kids went to bed. Usually Rachael accompanied them, if she hadn't already promised Jeff she would sleep with him that night.
Greg especially looked forward to the weekend, when he would get to stay home all day with the girls. Jeff, Kari, Lissa, and Alya had one of their double dates planned that day, which left only Allison, Rachael, and Brit. That actually worked out better; while he certainly liked the idea of being surrounded by nude girls, if he could convince Brit to spend some time out in her studio, that would leave him alone with Allison and Rachael. And they might do a little more than just get naked with him.
As it turned out, they decided to go swimming that day. That wasn't quite what he had hoped for, but he wasn't going to complain about the girls skinny-dipping in the pool. He joined them, but kept his own swimming trunks on. If Brit hadn't been there, he might have been tempted to lose them completely, but even if no one else in the house had a sense of decency, he still did.
He swam with the girls and had fun as they tried to dunk him. Even Brit pounced on his back, wrapping her arms and legs around him to try to throw him off his balance. With her naked body pressed against his back, he knew that it was very inappropriate contact, but they seemed to be having so much fun that he felt too awkward to try to mention it to her. Besides, she probably thought nothing of it. It was no more sexual to her than if she had her swimsuit on.
He didn't want to touch her too much, so he mostly left her alone, but with Rachael and Allison he was more aggressive, retaliating for their attempts to pull him under the water. More than once he got wrapped up in their bodies as both, or occasionally all three, of them went under. While it was technically just innocent horseplay, he couldn't deny that he was doing it mostly as an excuse to feel the softness of their bodies against him.
Unfortunately, he wasn't as young or fit as the others, so eventually he had to take a break. He climbed out of the pool and dried himself off with a towel, then plopped down in one of the lawn chairs, leaning back and watching the girls continue their roughhousing. Without him as a target, they turned on each other, and he watched with delight as the three gorgeous girls waged a nude battle before his eyes. As usual, he found the sight of women rubbing up against each other, even just in incidental contact, very alluring. It wasn't just Allison or Rachael, but even Brit. She pounced on Rachael and Allison the way she had pounced on him, and he had to remind himself that there was nothing sexual about the contact despite the fact that sometimes they touched each other with the most intimate parts of their bodies.
A few minutes later, Allison climbed out of the pool. He watched with excitement as the water dripped from her nude body, beads of moisture clinging to her or running in rivulets down between her breasts. She walked over to the lawn chairs and grabbed her towel to dry off. Greg couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and frankly, he didn't care. So what if he wanted to stare at his wife like that? His only reservation was that Brit could see his no doubt lustful expression, but really in the end, that didn't matter.
Allison saw him staring, and flashed him one of those gorgeous smiles that he loved so much. It was amazing how much her face changed; normally she looked beautiful, sexy, glamorous, even a bit unapproachable. When she smiled, suddenly she looked affable, flirtatious, and above all, playful.
As soon as she was dry, she sat down in his lap, facing him and straddling his hips. She leaned in and pressed her body up against his, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, chuckling.
"Hey what?" she asked.
"Brit and Rachael are watching."
"So what? Can't a wife give her husband a kiss in public?"
"It's not just the kiss. With you naked like that, we're practically..."
"Having sex?"
"Well, yeah."
"If you insist," she grinned, reaching for his swimming trunks.
"Allison!" he exclaimed. She gave a playful laugh, then kissed him again.
"Just teasing," she said.
Greg glanced to the side, and noticed Brit staring at them. The look on her face, though, surprised him. He expected shock or disgust; most teenagers were abhorred by the thought of their parents as sexual beings. But his daughter simply wore an amused smile.
"Brit," he said, "look, Allison and I..."
"It's okay, Dad," she said. "It doesn't bother me. I like to see you and Allison being so affectionate."
"Even without her clothes on?"
"Especially without her clothes on. I think it's sexy."
"Brit!"
"I'm serious, Dad. There's nothing wrong with it at all, because you're married and you're in love, and I think what you're doing to express that love is beautiful."
"See?" said Allison. "We have Brit's permission to continue."
"Mine too," called Rachael from the pool. "Fuck her, Greg!"
"Rachael, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't use that kind of language in my house," he insisted.
"Okay. Screw her."
"That's not much better."
"Put your penis in her vagina?"
He sighed. "You three are really too much, you know that? What am I supposed to do with you?"
"Take us up on the offer," said Allison with a wink. She reached again for his swimming trunks, but this time she slipped her hand inside. Greg's eyes opened with shock, and he turned to stare at Brit to see her reaction. She still watched with interest as Allison moved her hand around inside his shorts. He started growing hard, and not just from the physical stimulation. There was also a certain exhibitionist thrill at doing this in front of his daughter.
A moment later, his dick popped into view, and he saw Brit's eyes lower to his crotch. So that was it. His own daughter was looking at his cock. She had seen it on several occasions before, whenever Crystal managed to get his swimming trunks off in the pool. The same excitement he had felt then he felt now as well, exposing himself to his daughter's eyes.
Allison climbed off of his lap then, but only to slip his swimming trunks down his legs. He thought about protesting, but he was too far lost in the excitement. Again, his mind went back to that sailing trip, and how he had lost control. It was happening again, despite the fact that he had made up his mind that it wouldn't. For some reason, he just couldn't work up the willpower to put an end to it.
Once he was nude, Allison reached out and took his cock in her hands, stroking it up and down. Greg closed his eyes and groaned at the sensation. He loved it when she did this to him, and the open air with two extra pairs of eyes watching made it all the more thrilling. Maybe, when he came right down to it, he was an exhibitionist at heart. Maybe he had just never discovered it because of his strict and conservative upbringing, but now that he had married Allison, he was beginning to discover that side of himself.
He nearly laughed at the absurdity of it. When Allison started working on him, he was apt to have all kinds of strange thoughts. He couldn't trust any of the wild and crazy ideas that came into his mind when he was in this state.
Then Allison lowered her head and took him into her mouth, and he gasped with shock. He certainly hadn't expected her to do that in front of his daughter. He opened his eyes and glanced over at Brit, who saw the worry in his eyes and gave him a smile.
"It's okay, Daddy," she said. "I know all about oral sex. I used to suck Jeff's dick all the time. I got pretty good at it, in fact."
"Oh god!" he groaned as that mental image flashed through his mind. Little Britney giving a blowjob to her big brother, or even better, to her father! His cock twitched inside Allison's mouth at that thought, and she glanced up at him with a knowing smile. Maybe she couldn't read his mind, but she knew him well enough to be able to guess what he was thinking. Well, let her, damn it. She always claimed that fantasies were harmless, and she had shared quite a few of her own with him. Considering that they often involved other members of the family, she certainly wouldn't begrudge him a little daydream about his daughter.
During this time, Rachael had also climbed out of the pool and approached them. She knelt down beside Greg's chair, leaned in, stuck out her tongue and began running it all over the shaft of his cock. Allison let it slip from her mouth so that the two women could lick him together.
To his surprise, Brit giggled. "Now you're getting naughty, Daddy," she laughed.
"It's not me," he protested. "It's Rachael." It was a weak claim, and he knew it; he was at the very least not trying to stop her. His mere acceptance of her attentions made him just as guilty as Rachael.
Well, it wasn't like she didn't already know what had gone on between them. By now he figured that nothing was secret anymore in this house. He decided just to enjoy it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, relaxing and letting the two women pleasure him with their tongues.
Of course "relax" was an overstatement, considering how much he squirmed in the chair from their attentions. Plus his heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart revealed his excitement. But as long as the girls were willing to do this to him, he would take advantage of it.
He felt a pair of soft hands on his chest, and opened his eyes to the sight of two arms right in front of his face, running from the top of his view down to his chest to gently rub him. He glanced up, and what he saw shocked him. Brit stood behind his chair, leaning over him to massage him. She smiled sweetly down at him, but that wasn't what bothered him. In this position, her breasts were only a couple of inches from his face. This close, he could see every detail of them, from the gentle swell at the bottom to the pointed little nipples that capped them.
"You're staring at my boobs, Daddy," she giggled.
Well what do you expect, when you shove them in my face like that? he almost said, but changed his mind and gave her an embarrassed apology instead.
"That's okay; I don't mind," she smiled.
"It's only natural," Allison explained. "You're a gorgeous girl with a beautiful body. And when a man gets excited, he can't be responsible for anything he does."
"Oh is that so?" asked Brit with a grin. "Maybe I'd better stop this then, before he tries to rape me."
"I wouldn't--" he began, but she laughed.
"Just kidding," she said. "Besides, this is too fun."
"Don't worry, Brit," said Rachael. "If he tries to rape you, I'll jump on him and rape him instead."
Greg laughed weakly, too lost in pleasure to do much else. Brit continued to rub his chest as Allison and Rachael returned to running their tongues up and down his shaft.
When Allison slipped the end into her mouth again and began to suck, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He was already aroused by the girls working over his cock and his daughter's bare chest in his face. Now with the intensity of the pleasure he didn't stand a chance.
When Brit leaned over and pressed her lips against his, that set him off. His body tensed up and his cock began to jerk, squirting his load into his wife's mouth. He couldn't believe what Brit was doing! She was kissing her own father!
But she only allowed her lips to linger there for a moment, a second at most, pushing it right to the edge of what could still be called innocent. Then she drew back, smiling at him as his orgasm washed through him.
When the pleasure ebbed, a new feeling replaced it. Guilt. He had lost control, and done something he shouldn't have. He had let his daughter touch him.
It wasn't the first time he had done something he regretted. Allison had coaxed him into quite a few activities that he would have never considered doing before he met her. She just had that way with him. Not that he blamed her, of course. She had been clear right from the beginning that she wanted to open him up to new experiences. She liked to push the boundaries, seeing just what she could get away with. And sometimes it had led to situations that he should never have been in. This was just one of those situations.
His guilt carried through the rest of the day. He managed to force it to the back of his mind by talking and laughing and having fun with his family, especially when Jeff and Lissa and Alya returned that evening. But he couldn't get rid of it completely. Suppertime was as cheerful as ever, although he did receive a shock halfway through when Alya dripped a bit of food onto her bare chest and Lissa casually leaned over and licked it off. He stared at them for almost two minutes, almost not believing what he had just seen. Nobody else seemed to notice it, or at least to make a big deal out of it, so once he got over his own shock, he pretended he hadn't seen it either.
That night when everyone went to bed, Allison and Greg retired to their own room. They undressed and climbed into bed. Allison leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He hardly noticed; he was too distracted by his thoughts and guilt. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about all of the changes that had happened lately. For a while there, he had lost control, and thought that things were falling apart around him. He had never really regained control again, but he found that it didn't bother him as much anymore. Things were different, very different, around here, but not necessarily worse. His daughter's lesbian lover had turned out to be a really nice girl after all, Jeff and Brit were no longer fighting but no longer continuing their incestuous relationship either, and he was surrounded by gorgeous nude women all the time. The Greg of four years ago would have been horrified by everything that was happening, but he was no longer the Greg of four years ago. He recognized now that he could no longer go back to that innocent time, but he found that he really didn't want to. He merely had to accept this new lifestyle, and things could be just as happy, if not happier, than they had been before.
It still bothered him that he had had sex right in front of his youngest daughter, and worse, that she had touched him and even kissed him as he did so. Involving her like that was only one step away from having sex with her. How could he have done such a thing?
"A penny for your thoughts?" said Allison. "Although, in this household the going rate for thoughts has to be at least ten dollars."
Greg turned his head and glanced at her, almost surprised to see her there. "Oh, I was just thinking," he said. "What we did this afternoon..."
"...was fun," she grinned. "We should do it again sometime."
"That's where I'm going to have to disagree with you. I mean, Brit was there. She even... I mean..."
"I think it's sweet how affectionate she is with you."
"Sure, it's sweet when we're fully dressed and I'm not having sex at the same time. But this was different."
"I don't see how. All I saw was a daughter snuggling with her daddy. She wasn't touching you sexually, so why should it make a difference what you're doing in the mean time?"
"Because she was doing it to enhance the good feelings I was having. The sexual feelings. Don't you see? Any kind of touching while someone is having sex is sexual touching by default."
Allison shrugged. "I guess I can understand that, although I disagree with it. Look, if it bothers you so much, why don't you go talk to her about it?"
"Right now?"
"Sure. If you want to make it a rule that she's not to touch you while you're having sex, that's fine. Just make sure she understands it. It's that simple."
He nodded. "I guess you're right. It is that simple. Thanks, Allison. I think I'll go have a talk with her."
Greg climbed out of bed and threw on his robe. He slipped out of the room, then made his way down the hall and up the stairs. He knocked on the door to her room, but there was no answer. Opening it a crack, he peeked in.
Brit lay on top of the covers on the bottom bunk of her bed. Ever since they had set it up the first time Crystal slept over that summer, Brit found it entertaining to alternate between sleeping in the top and bottom bunks, and tonight she had chosen the bottom.
She was nude, which didn't surprise him; she often went naked during the day, so why not at night? Her eyes were closed, and her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took through half-closed lips. For a few minutes he just stared at her, an icon of young feminine beauty. She was gorgeous, and he was proud to have sired such a lovely creature.
At the same time, he felt a stirring in his loins, as he did whenever he saw her undressed. No matter how many times she ran around naked, he never got desensitized to it. As his member grew erect, he realized that forbidden feelings were creeping into his mind, and he had to put an end to them. He suspected that Allison had sent him up here on purpose, to get him nice and aroused for their lovemaking tonight. It had definitely succeeded. He turned to leave.
She had her eyes closed, and it appeared that she was already asleep. He stood at the door and gazed upon her for a while, wishing he could tear his gaze away but unable to do so. How did things progress in this house to the point that the women ran around naked all the time? While he didn't mind seeing Allison and Rachael that way, and it was perfectly healthy to enjoy looking at Alya like that, what was he supposed to think of Kari and Crystal, or especially Lissa and Brit? Beautiful, angelic Brit, so young and pretty, only fourteen years old and already sexy beyond imagining. For a fleeting moment, he imagined what it would feel like to lie down in her bed with her, to take that beautiful body of hers in his arms, to make passionate love to her. Allison always claimed that there was nothing wrong with fantasies, but fantasies about his own daughter? He wasn't sure whether he should feel ashamed of the lustful thoughts running through his mind, but right now he just couldn't get rid of them.
"Daddy," mumbled Brit, and Greg turned to look at her. Her eyes were open, and she stared straight at him, a loving smile on her lips. "Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?" she asked.
One kiss. That was innocent enough, he reasoned. He crept into the room and closed the door behind him, then strode over and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead.
She had other plans, though. She pulled his head down and pressed her lips against his. For a moment, he forgot himself. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue. She took it in eagerly, and the fatherly kiss suddenly became one of intense passion.
Then he realized what was happening, and he drew away. "I'm... I'm sorry," he stammered, not knowing what to say. But Brit gazed at him with that same innocent smile. Was it possible she didn't understand what he had just tried to do?
"You've never kissed me like that before," she said. "That's the way boyfriends and girlfriends kiss."
"I know, and I shouldn't have done it."
He saw her eyes lowering to his crotch, and even through the thick material of his robe, it was impossible to hide the bulge there.
"Daddy, you're... um..." she stammered.
"Oh, that," he said, trying to downplay it. "Sorry."
"Is it because of me? Because of that kiss?"
He sighed. "I guess so," he mumbled, wishing the conversation would take a completely different turn.
"That's what happens when a boy wants to have sex with a girl, isn't it?" she asked. "Does that mean you want to have sex with me, Daddy?" She asked the question so sweetly, so innocently. But the words were anything but innocent.
"No," he said, but it lacked conviction. He had never wanted anything so much in his life.
"Don't lie to me, Daddy," Brit scolded, with a cute little pout on her lips. "You promised you would never lie to me."
She had caught him. Yes, he had promised, and he could never break a promise to her. So he had to come clean.
"All right," he said. "Yes. I do. But we--"
"Okay."
He blinked a couple of times. Had he heard right? He stood dumbfounded for a moment. "What did you say?" he asked.
"Okay," she repeated. "You can have sex with me, Daddy."
He gulped. She was actually willing to make love to him! On one hand, this was his daughter, and the thought repulsed him. But on the other hand, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met. It would be insane to pass up such an opportunity.
"But we can't," he said. "It's not right. And Allison's right downstairs waiting for me."
"So we'll be fast," she grinned. "I want to make you happy, Daddy. Please?" She blinked a couple of times, and he almost thought she was batting her eyelashes at him. It was just the type of thing she would do; she knew how adorable she was, and that she could get him to agree to anything by acting sweet and innocent.
It worked.
He unfastened his robe and threw it aside. Brit stared down at his engorged member, a wide grin growing on her face. He stepped up next to the bed, looking up and down her naked body. She was so sweet and beautiful lying there, with her developing breasts and thin patch of hair covering her pussy. He would hardly be a man if he didn't take advantage of this situation.
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the stomach, just above the navel. Brit giggled at the touch. "Oh, that feels good, Daddy!" She reached out and took his cock in her hand, sending thrills of pleasure through him. So this was it. His daughter was actually touching him sexually.
As she began to gently stroke it, he kissed up her body. His ran his lips between the valley of her still-forming breasts, then up to her neck and finally to her lips, where he kissed her deeply and passionately again. She put her free hand behind his head and held him to her.
When he drew back and stared at her lovely face, with its big blue eyes and cute little pouty lips, he couldn't remember ever loving her as much as he did right then. She was so beautiful, so innocent and yet at the same time so very very sexy. She reminded him a bit of his ex-wife; Brit was taking on some of her features as she grew up, features that had attracted him to her mother in the first place.
"I love you, Daddy," she breathed. He loved to hear those words, an expression of love from his angel, his child, his daughter.
His daughter.
Oh my god, what am I doing? he thought. Immediately he pulled back.
"Brit..." he stammered. "I'm sorry. I just..."
"What's wrong?"
"This. This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this with you."
"Why not?"
"Because I shouldn't. Look, you're a very attractive young lady, and I love you very much."
"I'm sorry," she said with a pouty look on her face.
"No, don't apologize, Brit. This is entirely my fault. Remember when I said it was all right to cuddle with me and sit on my lap? Remember I said that I knew where to draw the line? Well maybe I was wrong about that. Maybe I don't know where to draw the line."
"Does that mean you won't cuddle with me anymore, Daddy?"
"Not without your clothes on, at least." He reached out and stroked her cheek. "Brit, I really do love you. I just think we've both forgotten how to keep that love wholesome, that's all. Now you go on and get some sleep. And don't worry, or be embarrassed, or anything like that. As far as I'm concerned, this never happened."
"Okay," she said, but he could see a look of disappointment on her face. "Good night, Daddy."
"Good night, Angel." He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, then slipped out of the room.
He could hear grunts and moans coming from Jeff's room, and realized that Rachael had decided to pay him a visit. What's happened to this household? he wondered. Has my home become a den of iniquity? My sister-in-law is making love to my son, my daughter is in bed with her lesbian lover, and I myself almost seduced my other daughter.
He hurried downstairs, as if leaving the scene would wipe out the memory. Allison lay in bed when he arrived, completely naked and with the blankets lowered to her waist, exposing her gorgeous chest. After the erotic encounter with his daughter, he needed some kind of release, and perhaps Allison would be willing to give it to him. He came over and lay down next to her in the bed, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.
"You were up there quite a while," Allison commented.
"Er... was I?"
"Let's see... she's too old for you to be reading her a bedtime story. So what was it? A father-daughter bedside chat? Or something more sinister?"
Allison always teased him like this about other women. Any time they saw a good-looking young woman, especially if she was scantily dressed, Allison would always playfully accuse him of getting turned on. But to be saying those things about their own daughter...
Then he realized, the bigger crime was that it was true. He had very nearly had sexual intercourse with Brit. He had made that mistake once with Lissa; he should know better than that!
"We were just talking," he explained.
"Did she have her clothes off?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, yes."
Allison giggled, squirming around in the bed. "Oh, wow! I knew it. You were up there ogling her naked body."
"She's my daughter!"
"And she's also a beautiful, nubile, young fourteen-year-old girl lying naked on a bed. You can't tell me you weren't feeling horny."
"I think this conversation needs to end," he said.
"But the thought that you were up there getting excited by your own daughter is turning me on more than you can imagine. You're going to have to fuck me extra hard tonight. Oh, god, what if you actually touched her?"
"What kind of game are you playing, Allison?"
"It's not a game. I'm really getting excited thinking about it! Did you put your hand on her tits? Or maybe between her legs? Did you whip out your dick and shove it up her pussy? Or maybe her mouth! Please tell me you stuck it in her mouth!"
In truth, Greg was also getting turned on by all this foul talk, and by the thought of his daughter lying there, sucking his cock! Would Britney ever consider doing such a thing? But he would never give her the chance. That was something that could never happen.
Allison, meanwhile, had unfastened his bathrobe and pulled it open. There was no hiding his erection from her, but actually he didn't want to. She had done this to him, so she was going to see it through to the finish!
"Well, I can see she at least got you excited," Allison beamed, and Greg didn't even try to deny it. Allison lowered her head and took it into her mouth.
Greg groaned in pleasure. It was great to have a wife that knew how to give blowjobs. She even liked to swallow.
This time, Allison rose back off of his cock. "Well, I can't taste any of her pussy juices, not that I know what she would taste like, unless it's like her big sister. And you haven't cum out of this thing in a while, so I guess that blows my fantasy. On the other hand, you've been leaking pre-cum for a while, so maybe you were getting aroused by her."
Once again, Greg was grateful that he hadn't finished what he started up there with Brit, realizing that Allison would have been able to tell by the taste. But she couldn't sense any lingering scent from his daughter's hands, which was good. How would he have explained that to her?
Then he had another thought. He had assumed Allison was only joking, that this dirty talk was just one of her fantasies. But then again, she had been the one to instigate that event on the sailboat last summer. Would Allison really have let him fuck his own daughter?
When Allison mounted him and began to bounce up and down on him, he forgot all about Brit. He had a gorgeous wife that would take care of him as often as he needed. Why should his eyes be straying elsewhere, especially to his own daughter? With that happy thought, he gave in and made love to Allison. It was, however, perhaps just a little more intense than usual.
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