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 A Proposal Indecently By Lance DeLonge



   When I'd finally decided to do it, Stacie and I had been together for a
year.  In fact, we had celebrated our one year dating anniversary early
with a weekend alone in a luxury suite at the Imperial Palace in Biloxi. 
It was rare that we even left the room that weekend.  She deployed for a
month of training the following week out to Arizona or New Mexico or some
other desert state.  That's the trouble when you're dating an Air Force
pilot, they can't always tell you where they're going.  We spent as many
weekends together as we could and every time I found myself missing her
more than I could ever imagined missing anyone.

   That month of training gave me time to think and I had made up my mind
to ask her to marry me without a single reservation.  Our relationship was
far from normal - she had taught me to remove jealousy from my sex life and
to embrace desire and lust.  We were swingers to the core and I had never
felt like my life was so right.  She had been dropping hints a couple of
months ago like leaving a bridal magazine laying on the coffee table in her
living room or pausing longer than normal at jewelers' windows.  From all
indications I was in a good position.  All that was left was asking her
father's permission.

   Like all good girls raised in the south, Stacie was a daddy's girl. 
Stacie's biological father had died in a car crash when she was only nine.
Not long after her mother met and married Mike Oberwise who looked after
Stacie and her little sister and brother like they were his own.  Stacie
had made it clear - all be it subtly - that I would have to ask her daddy
for her hand.  That was perhaps the most daunting prospect of the whole
process.

   How do you ask a man whose wife and daughter you've had (as he watched)
for his daughter's hand in marriage?  Stacie had taken me to their
beautiful home only a couple of times since I first met them, for family
gatherings mostly, generally one of her parents' birthdays or a holiday
dinner.  Before Stacie had left she had made plans for us to have dinner
with them on their anniversary about a week after she got back from
training.  I decided that that was my opportunity.

   When the day finally arrived I was inexplicably calm.  I had worried
over it for weeks but now I felt ready.  I had my script memorized and even
brought his favorite bottle of scotch hopefully to sweeten the deal.  I was
going to ask after dinner when he liked to go out on his balcony and finish
with a nice drink.

   Dinner that night was a blur.  One thing Mike loved to hear was Stacie's
war stories.  For most of the evening she discussed what she could about
her month of bombing training in the desert.  It seemed odd listening to
her tell stories about simulated kills and targets destroyed while dressed
in a little black spaghetti strapped cocktail dress.  She looked stunning
that evening - her hair made up in an elegant bun with little tendrils
escaping here and there.  She wore only a thin necklace with a small pearl
pendant and a gold anklet that accented her black thinly strapped sandals
very nicely.

   Carol was dressed similarly; her shoulder lengthy black hair silky and
full and her large beautiful dark eyes were alive with a passion for life.
She was in her fifties but had aged very gracefully.  She was one of the
most elegant women I knew and had a strong unexplainable sexuality about
her that made nearly every man pay attention.

   Mike was a lawyer at one of the biggest firms in New Orleans and had
made sure that his family had wanted for nothing.  They lived most of the
year in a large two hundred year old house in Uptown only blocks from the
universities in the midst of old beautiful Colonial Revival and Queen Anne
homes, the ancient oaks thick with Spanish moss.  It was always a pleasure
to visit them just for the location.

   By the time that dinner was over and Stacie began to clear the dishes I
suggested that Mike enjoy some of my gift out on the balcony.  He quickly
agreed and before I knew it we were watching the stars begin to show in the
warm spring night and relaxing in wicker chairs enjoying a glass of good
scotch.

   "I have the sneaking suspicion that you want to talk to me about
something," Mike chuckled as he watched me fidget with the diamond design
on the crystal glass.

   "I do," I managed, "I have been seeing Stacie now for over a year. . ."
I began as a look of recognition appeared on Mike's face.

   "Ahh, I've been waiting for this" he said, a little amused.  "Well, you
have seen some of what it means to love a woman like Stacie and Carol. 
It's not always easy and it certainly takes a great deal of understanding,
maybe more than you know even now.  But the rewards make any difficulty
worth it.  "

   "Stacie has taught me so much over the last year - and I have
experienced those costs and rewards.  It was difficult at first, but
knowing that Stacie loves me has made the costs seem insignificant."

   Mike thought a moment, looking out on the neighbors from his seat on the
balcony.  "She has shared with you a lot of her secrets.  But she has more
than most women, some of which you may not understand yet.  And you may not
be able to live with once you do."

   "I love her and want her to be my wife.  More than anything I've wanted
before.  I can accept and embrace her secrets because I accept her for who
she is.  I would like your permission to ask her for her hand." I managed,
sounding quite confident in my own ears and hoping to Mike as well.

   "I give you my permission," he said smiling, finishing off his drink as
he stood.  "now, lets go have some desert, shall we?"

   My head was spinning as the adrenaline rush that I hadn't even noticed
began to wane and I released the white-knuckled grip I had on the woven end
of the chair.  I gladly followed Mike back inside and down the stairs to
the sitting room.  Stacie and Carol were there, sitting on a couch.  Stacie
looked relieved as we reached the landing.  Mike walked up and slid his arm
around Stacie's shoulders, squeezing her gently as she nuzzled up to her
step-fathers body.

   "I think it's time we shared," he said as Carol walked over to me and
put her arm around my waste.  Stacie's eyes looked up at her dad with
doubt.

   "Are you sure?"

   "I am." He said as his hand caressed Stacie's cheek.  Carol and I
watched as he leaned down and embraced his daughter, first just a peck then
deeper and fuller as his other hand slid down her back and cupped her ass.
Carol turned to me and drew my mouth to hers, kissing me tenderly as her
hands began working the buttons on my shirt.

   I couldn't believe what I was seeing - Stacie's dad was kissing her and
her mom was going to work on me.  Even after what I had experienced over
the last few months, I was completely surprised.

   "Are you okay with this?" I whispered to Carol, still staring as Mike
caressed Stacie's neck, her head falling to the side inviting her father's
embrace.

   Carol looked into my eyes, her soul confident and sure.  "It's okay,
really." She soothed, glancing over her shoulder at the couple.  "She came
to us when she was eighteen and asked.  Mike wasn't sure but he isn't her
biological father and she was a young woman.  We had been swinging for
years by that point, I figured why not.  He is an amazing lover and I had
decided to share him with other women so that they could experience him,
why not my daughter?"

   "It is something that you will have to accept if you're going to make a
life with her," she explained, again looking into my eyes.  Her dark eyes
drew me into her and I felt warm and safe, much like when I looked into
Stacie's eyes.  I knew I was hers then, that everything was okay and that I
could accept Stacie with all her secrets and lover her for them.  She was
not a boring mundane person like so many of the sheeple out there.  She was
a unique and exciting lady, and this is just more one reason why she
continue to blow my mind.  Loving Stacie was like an addiction.  She would
take me to highs like I never thought imaginable, and no matter how
licentious or perverse they seemed at the time, afterwards you always
wanted more.

   "God, what have I gotten my self into," I grinned as I grabbed Carol,
devouring her lips and tongue and pulling her body hard against mine.  It
was as if I could almost feel something snap in side me, any reservations I
had at all disappeared.  Like an epiphany, I finally understood that loving
Stacie was freedom - freedom from awkwardness and humiliation, freedom from
hating myself for thinking things that no one else would understand and
fear that she would ostracize me.  I suddenly felt a wall crumble and a
torrent of hunger that I had not even known existed spilled out.  Carol was
caught in the middle of the sudden current, I was going to consume her, to
take everything she had and demand even more.

   But she gave willingly, bending to my overwhelming demands.  I pulled
her dress down her body, the thin straps snapping with the effort.  Carol's
breathing quickened, her hands helped to pull off her bra as I yanked her
black lace panties down her legs.  I ran my hands up her black nylon
stockings, their silken feel stoking the inferno that was building inside
me.  I felt like an animal as uncontrolled lust surged through my veins and
enveloped my mind.  She parted her legs slightly as I delved into her sex,
sliding her naked lips apart and caressing her wet button.  Carol cooed
with pleasure as her hands slid through my hair and stroked my shoulders,
her knees trembling.  I helped her down onto the couch behind her and
propped a leg up on the arm.  I glanced over towards Stacie and Mike.  Mike
had already stripped naked and Stacie was on her knees devouring his cock,
her hand twisting around his shaft as his head slipped in and out of her
mouth.  I had to admit it was surreal watching my girlfriend working her
step father's manhood.  I had watched her swallow more than a few cocks
since we'd been together but somehow this was a bit different.

   Carol's hand gripped my stiff prick through my slacks, her palm sliding
along it's taught length, bringing my attention back only to her.  She
smiled slyly as I delved into her waiting sex, kissing her mouth with a
tender abandon.  Carol's apex was sweet and hot and wet and wantonly
offered.  She pressed her hips against me, her slender fingers sliding
through my hair seductively as they held me tight between her legs making
sure that she got what she wanted.  I gently sucked her delicate lips, my
tongue delving into her, stroking deep into her arousal moving from bottom
to top where it stopped for a moment to tease her stiffened pleasure bud.
Carol groaned with approval, her lust building as I slipped a finger into
her, curling it upward and rubbing against her sensitive walls.

   I could hear Mike's groans as his step daughter applied her skills, her
practiced fingers deftly rubbing his throbbing member and caressing his
balls, tugging gently as he built steadily towards climax.  I could picture
her dark eyes staring up at him as her lips worked his tool, sliding along
its length, gripping tightly as her tongue curled around it, stroking his
foreskin in all the spots she knew would drive a man toward the brink.  And
almost on queue Mike groaned, gasping as his load exploded from his thick
helmet and streamed down Stacie's throat.  She tried to swallow it all, she
always did.  She loved the taste and feel of a man's come, she enjoyed the
feel of its hot wet slickness as she rolled it around with her tongue
before gulping it down.  But even more she loved the look on a man's face
as he watched her play the wanton slut for him.

   As I imagined Stacie and her step father's pleasure, I redoubled my
efforts for her mom, my finger grinding against her the wall of her sex as
my mouth sucked her clit.  Carol responded almost immediately, coming in my
mouth as her body writhed in agonizing pleasure.  She cried out as the
climax overtook her, erupting from her apex and quickly filling her body
with euphoric bliss as she threw her head back and curled her toes in
exquisite pleasure.  Moments later she was left gasping, stroking my face
with the tips of her fingers as I climbed up next to her on the couch.  She
kissed me again, obviously enjoying the taste of herself of my lips before
sliding to the floor between my legs.

   Her fingers danced over my ready prick, delicately teasing it as she
shot me a wicked smile, enjoying the impatience on my face as I waited
pensively for her.  Stacie slid up next to me, curling one leg under the
other as she put her arm around mine, holding my hand and watching her
mother's cruelty.  Her hand moved to my cheek, caressing it before pulling
my lips to hers.  Her kiss was deep and sensual, the kiss of an aroused
woman, her mouth hungry for the pleasure that her body so craved.  Her
taste was heady, her tongue still covered in her step father's seed.  Her
tongue scoured mine, enjoying the taste of her mother's come that covered
my lips and cheeks.  The kiss was unimaginably exhilarating, the taste of
Carol and Mike mixed between our mouths, licentious and erotic.

   Slowly she broke away, her eye slowly opening as she slid down beside
her mother on the floor.  Carol had pulled my slacks off and had started to
caress my stiffness, her tongue sliding along my length until its tip
reached the receptive edge of my head.  She slid her tongue along the edge,
encircling it as her fingers pulled gently at my balls.  Stacie moved along
side Carol, her mouth pushing in against my cock.  The two women began to
devour it, kissing and licking and sucking as if it was choreographed,
their mouths dancing around my taut prick like two ballerinas, their soft
tongues and wet lips moving across my skin with unexplainable skill.  I
gazed at them in lustful ecstasy, mother and daughter performing for me so
lewd an act.

   Mike had climbed beneath Stacie by now, his tongue deep in her sex
causing her to moan as she sucked at me, only adding to the vulgar bliss
that was quickly eating away at my self control.  I could tell Steve knew
Stacie's every spot, she was quickly getting worked up, her breathing heavy
and her movements becoming more and more ragged.  After only a short time
she threw back her head, cries of utter euphoria escaping her lips as she
ground her cunt into her step father's mouth, desperate for the abandoned
rapture that his tongue brought.  I watched spellbound, unable to control
myself any longer.  My climax came quickly, Carol swallowing my cock
instinctively as it erupted its load of thick come into her eager mouth,
her strong insistent tongue rolling against its bottom as her mouth sucked
on the length greedily.

   Stacie and I sat breathless for a moment before Mike repositioned
himself behind her.  He gently spread her sodden lips as he slipped his
wide cock into her, bringing renewed groans from her and putting a sinful
smile upon her red full lips.  Mike thrust into her gently at first,
warming her up and easing her open.  But she was ready for him and not long
after he was drilling into her soaking wet slit.  He had already come once
for her and was having to work hard to build up to another.  Stacie's body
shook with his impact, her lips slightly parted as she pressed her ass back
against him, eager to feel his come fill her.  I could feel my excitement
rising again too, my cock stiffening with its favorite sight.  Guttural
groans escaped her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head.  Mike's
thick cock filled her, his strong hands gripping her hips so tight her skin
blushed around them as he pulled her ass back against himself.  He rubbed a
thumb against her taught asshole, pushing in gently but insistently until
he had worked it in up to his knuckle.  Stacie mewed with anxious lust as
Mike began thrusting it into her with long, slow gyrations.

   Carol climbed into my lap, sliding down onto my still throbbing prick,
allowing a slight gasp to escape her lips as her pussy sheathed my rigid
sex in hot divine wetness.  She kissed me again, desperate and needful, her
mouth thirsting for man.  Her pussy sucked at my invading shaft as her
strong practiced hips tried conforming to mine, desperate for still deeper
penetration.

   Stacie groped at her mothers leg as her step father pounded into her
voracious cleft, her delicate folds clinging anxiously to his dampened
skin. Her mouth kissed her mother's thigh absent mindedly, reveling in the
taste of her flushed skin.  Carol stroked her daughter's hair as she lost
herself in blissful lust.  Stacie writhed in climax nearly continuously
now, Mike was now heedless of her condition as he filled her repeatedly
until finally he gasp breathlessly with the exertion.

   Desperate for still more, Stacie crawled down her back on the soft
Persian rug, her nude skin sliding across the luxuriant silken fibers and
finding pleasure in their feel through her heightened senses.  Mike wasted
no time and mounted her again, her waiting pussy swallowing him whole as he
slid into her.  Stacie stretched her legs out like a hawk as Mike assisted
by gripping her ankles and pushing them up and out as far as they would go.
Stacie cried out as she was stretched, her hips lifting up against Mike's
gluttonous cock.  Crouching down but still on his feet, he tapped her
deeper and deeper, her cunt consuming all he could give.  Stacie pulled at
the edges of the carpet as another orgasm savaged her tiring body and still
Mike didn't come.

   Carol joined her daughter on the floor, pulling me along behind her.  I
was still mesmerized by Mike and Stacie's brutal coupling.  Carol lay down
on her back on the soft rug, her head beside Stacie's and her body pointing
away from her husband and daughter, her legs lifted in invitation.  As I
slid into her tight wetness, she had given me an unfettered view of the
entire scene.  Carol spread her long shapely legs as I drove into her.  She
writhed beneath me, her freckled breasts rolling as she thrust against my
driving hips.  I bent over her and caressed a stiff nipple, their stiffened
peaks sending blissful tingles across her skin.  Carol groaned
uncontrollably, lost in sinful ecstasy as I buried myself in her over and
over.  Her body quivered with orgasm alongside her daughter's.  Each lost
in their own heedless worlds with nothing existing except the pleasure that
consumed them and the need for more, they turned to each other, embracing
the other hungrily.

   As I watched mother and daughter kiss, I reached a state of blind lust
that completely consumed me for that moment.  Their tongues lashed
together, their mouths sucking at the others lips as if in complete abandon
finally brought forth my passion, exploding into Carol with unbelievable
force.  Mike felt it too and gasp, letting out a guttural groan as he
emptied himself into Stacie's welcoming gash.  Stacie clawed at his head,
pulling his lips to hers as she groaned with lustful delight.

   "yes, yes," she gasp breathlessly, "come inside me, daddy, I fucking
need it!"

   Mike thrust cruelly into her as she sucked his tongue into her mouth,
frantic to feel him fill her completely.

   Carol clawed at my back as I pounded into her, her fingernails leaving
long stinging streaks down my skin.  She held me to her, her mouth feasting
on mine as our climaxes peaked in a prurient fury of intoxicating rapture.

   Breathless and exhausted, Mike and I lay atop the two ladies, each of us
wrapped in a slow, sensual embrace.  As we caught our breath and settled in
beside each other's ladies, Carol propped her head up with an elbow and
turned towards her husband.

   "Well, you know what you have to do next, right?" she smiled wickedly.

   Without a word Mike grinned and slid up between her legs and delved into
her awaiting sex.  I stared in wonder as he cleaned her, taking care to
lick each fold of her nearly bald apex.

   I moved over to Stacie who watched the display amenably, positioning my
self to do the same.

   "No," she whispered, her face soft and caring, "I want to clean you."

   I leaned back against the couch as Stacie took me into her mouth, her
mother's arousal thick on my member.  She slowly embraced it, caressing it
gently and cleaning it of Carol's heady essence.  Carol had climbed atop
her husband now, straddling his face as she cleaned his cock of her
daughter.

   Despite everything, watching the two rekindled the dyeing embers of
lust. Stacie moaned her approval as I stiffened in her mouth.  Smiling, she
released my revived prick and eased me down on to the soft soiled rug and
mounted me.  I watched as she adjusted my cock and slid down onto me
slowly. The desperate need was now gone from her, and as he leaned down to
embrace me, she felt warm and safe.  Her kiss was unhurried, her hips
rolled sensually against my prick as her fingers traced my features.

   She looked deep into my eyes, deep into me with a look of peaceful
satisfaction.  At that moment I couldn't imagine a more perfect creature.
And as our bodies melded, joined together as one in perfect slow rhythm we
connected in that way that few people ever will.

   "I love you," she whispered, her eyes open and truthful, allowing me
into her secret and into her soul.  Her hair hung around us in a shroud of
only imagined seclusion, allowing only a portion of the dim light in the
room to reach us.

   "Marry me," I whispered back, matching her gaze as open and truthfully
as I can ever imagine being.  I knew it wouldn't always be easy, I knew
that loving her meant a life different that anything I may imagine.

   "Yes," she said simply, her eyes welling up.  She wiped her tears away
before kissing me again, her hips still grinding against my cock.  Wrapped
in a state of euphoria that made every orgasm earlier that night seem dim,
Stacie and I made love then.  Her parents watched on, coupled now
themselves in slow luxuriant fuck, as we climaxed together, my seed pouring
forth into Stacie as she held herself tightly against me, her body wracked
with blissful satisfying ecstasy.

   We spent that night together with her parents in their bed, the four of
us making love in celebration until the sun rose the next morning.  When we
finally fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, it was as one family with
great promise for the road ahead.