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 We Love Lucy, Part One

   by Knight of Passion

   Story Codes: M/F, voy

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   Knight ----

   I guess we should start with the biographical details, what Salinger
called "that David Copperfield kind of crap".  I'm Michael Lewis, a
commercial artist here in New York.  Fifteen years ago I met and married
Becky Armstrong, my high-school sweetheart, and every day since then I've
fallen a little bit deeper in love with her.  I know it's a little
sickening for those of you who aren't as lucky as I am, but Becky is the
greatest wife in the world: supportive, loving, intelligent and deliciously
sexy with a trim 5'6" body and a pert pair of 34C breasts.  As if that
weren't enough, my art has paid for a large, upmarket home in a desirable
suburb, which I share with Becky and the light of our lives, our
fourteen-year-old daughter Lucy.

   Me?  Well, I'm 6'4", and my mighty schlong reaches to my knees - isn't
that what guys who write stories like this are supposed to say?  In truth,
I'm a half-inch under six feet in height, of medium build (I'm the kind of
bulky guy who has to work out three times a week or face the very real
threat of turning into Homer Simpson).  My penis, since I suppose it's
relevant to the proceedings, is a modest, but thick and meaty, eight
inches.

   Despite our fifteen years of marriage, Becky and I still enjoy a
vigorous sex life - in fact, I think we enjoy a vigorous sex life because
we've been together so long.  In that time, we've developed a bond of trust
that extends all the way to the bedroom.  Becky has always had a strong
kinky streak, a predilection for hot, extreme sex that intensified even
further when Lucy was born.  Perhaps one day I'll recount the story of how
I fucked her on our wedding day, spreading her legs on the back seat of the
rented limo that was taking us from the chapel to Becky's parents' house
for the reception, or the period shortly after Lucy's birth when Becky's
greatest joy was to suck my swollen cock while Lucy suckled at her
beautiful breasts.

   But all of that stuff is straight vanilla compared to what happened
earlier this year.  It started on a warm spring afternoon, the first day
this year when you could believe that he winter was over and summer was
just around the corner.  I had gone into my studio early to finish up a
batch of concept drawings for a new line of cool, fashionable dolls aimed
at pre-teen girls.  I put the finishing touches to the last one at around
2pm, FedExed them over the toy company, and decided that I'd had enough for
one day.  I drove home through the light mid-afternoon traffic with the
window rolled down and some Billy Joel on my car's CD player, and pulled
into my driveway a half-hour later, in a really good mood.

   Imagine my surprise when I opened my front door to find my sexy wife on
her knees, completely naked, looking up at me adoringly.  "Welcome home,
baby!" she sighed happily.  "Can I suck your cock?"

   I laughed and pulled her to her feet, wrapping my arms around her and
kissing her.  "What the hell are you doing?" I asked warmly.

   "I called the studio to ask you what time you'd be home, but they told
me you'd already left.  I thought I'd give you a little 'welcome home'
treat.  You've been working so hard lately..." Her fingers were busily
undoing my belt and tugging down my zipper, then she pulled my semi-erect
dick free of its confines.

   How we made it upstairs to the bedroom I have no idea.  I have a vague
memory of Becky's hands scratching across my chest as she struggled to
remove my shirt, and I definitely recall almost getting my feet tangles in
my trousers and plunging down the staircase head-first, but all I can tell
you for sure is that we ended up in the bedroom, completely naked, kissing
passionately, our hands exploring the others' body.  Finally getting me
where she wanted me, Becky took a step backward and grinned at me.  "Ready
for the ride of your life?" she asked with a deliciously wicked smile.

   Pushing me back onto the edge of the bed, Becky straddled me and kissed
me again.  Our position made it impossible for me to slip inside her, but
the head of my throbbing cock rested happily against her hot little snatch.
Breaking the kiss, Becky cupped her heavy breasts and held them toward my
lips.  "Do you love them?" she asked coyly as I lashed my tongue around her
erect nipples.

   "I do," I breathed huskily.

   "Do you love them as much as you love Lucy's?" Startled by the question
I leaned backward - if my desire had been to gain a certain distance from
my sexy wife, it was a mistake.  As soon as I moved backward, my cock
reared up and Becky hungrily impaled herself on it, my bulbous cock-head
slipping easily into her hot, moist pussy.  "Mmm," she groaned happily. 
"That's what I wanted, baby, right there." She squeezed my thick shaft
tightly, then smiled at me.  "Well?  Do you love my tits more than you love
Lucy's?"

   I gasped in pleasure as she sank a half-inch lower on my dick, and tried
to adopt an innocent expression.  "I d- I don't know, I've never looked."

   "Liar," she said playfully.  "I've seen you looking.  Why wouldn't you?"

   "She's my daughter," I protested.

   "She's my daughter too, and I look."

   "You do?"

   "Of course I do!  You might pretend not to notice, but I've watched Lucy
turn into a sexy young woman.  If you were honest, you'd admit that you've
seen it too."

   "I have," I admitted.

   "I know, and it's okay.  You'd have to be blind not to see it.  Our
daughter's - what's the MTV word, a hottie?"

   "Yeah," I laugh.  "A hottie.  You're so hip."

   "I'm hip enough to know they don't say 'hip' anymore, grandad.  You're,
like, in squares-ville, man."

   "Well, that just proves it.  You wouldn't recognise cool if it came up
and slapped you in the face."

   "I'll show you how cool I am, stud," Becky said, grinding her hips down
onto mine, working my swollen dick deeper inside her hot snatch.  "Pretty
cool?" she asked breathlessly.

   "Yeah," I replied with a grin.  "Pretty damn cool, baby."

   "So...  do you like Lucy's tits more than you like mine?"

   I considered the question - which, if nothing else, should have warned
me I was straying into dangerous territories.  I had only glimpsed Lucy's
full, budding breasts once, when she had emerged from the shower and run
down the hall to her bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her waist,
unaware that her devoted father was kneeling by his bedroom door at the end
of the hall, trying to find the telephone cable.  The vision of her pert,
glistening young titties bouncing down the hallway toward me floated
through my mind, causing my cock to twitch deep inside Becky.

   "Ooh, naughty boy," she cooed happily.  "What are you thinking about?"

   "Nothing," I said hesitantly, but she didn't buy it for a moment.

   "Are you thinking about our baby girl, Mike?  Are you thinking about
anything in particular?" she teased, emphasising the last word with a hard
squeeze of her pussy.

   "Yes," I confessed.  "I was thinking about her tits."

   "You like them?" she asked, scratching her fingernails down my chest as
she squeezed my dick again.

   "God yes," I moaned.

   "Have you seen them?  Naked, I mean, in all their glory?"

   "Once," I replied.  "Only once."

   "Aw, that's too bad, baby.  I get to see them all the time."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Later, baby," Becky said, leaning down to kiss me.  She placed her
hands on my shoulders, forcing me flat on the bed, and began to ride my
slick cock with her usual enthusiasm and single-mindedness.  I responded
eagerly, shifting my hips to meet her thrusts, driving my tumescent dick
into her hot hole with increasing passion.  We fucked eagerly, our hands
clasped together, our bodies moving in a sinuous wave that swept my cock
deep inside her willing snatch again and again.  Suddenly, Becky paused,
and leaned down to kiss me.

   "Do you want to see something?" Becky asked me.

   "I can pretty much see everything I like already," I said with a grin,
but Becky mock-frowned at me and stood up.  My cock slipped from her moist
snatch with an audible pop, but my groan of frustration was soon
interrupted by my curiosity.  What the hell was so important that Becky
wanted to interrupt our fucking?

   My curiosity was aroused even further when I watched Becky cross our
bedroom to the large closet which stored her clothes.  She pulled open the
double doors, and turned to me.  "Come and look," she said, and I hastened
to comply, unable to read the expression on her delicate features.  I
crossed the floor and looked into the closet.

   "Get closer," Becky insisted, and I stepped forward until I was actually
standing inside the closet.  "Do you see it?" she asked in a tremulous
voice.

   I squinted in the darkness, trying to understand what Becky was showing
me.  The only thing I could see in the closet, besides the seemingly
endless racks of my beautiful wife's clothes, was a tiny chink of light,
old boxes, and a large collection of shoes - a chink of light?  I thought,
and leaned in for a closer look.  Sure enough, between the hanging dresses
and coats was a tiny spark of light in the back of the closet.  Bending
closer, I realised that a small hole had been drilled through the wall. 
Placing my eye against it, I had a clear view of Lucy's room - her dresser,
her desk and her bed, complete with Lucy's prized collection of stuffed
animals.  For a moment I was confused, then realisation struck me like a
physical blow.  "I get to see them all the time," she had said...

   "You spy on her?" I whispered hoarsely.

   "All the time," Becky replied in a sexy moan.  "Every day she runs home
from school, throws her bag on the bed, and strips off her clothes.  She's
our daughter, Mike, and she's so beautiful, so perfectly beautiful... 
Sometimes she runs her hands over her body - other times, she lays on her
bed and masturbates properly.  I watch her do it, and I..."

   "You what?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her
toward me.  "You touch yourself?"

   "Yes," Becky hissed, her cheeks colouring.  "I look at our baby girl and
I make myself cum.  I watch her perfect little body, and I feel - God help
me, Mike, I feel so hot I just need to cum."

   "Why haven't you told me this before?"

   "Why?  It's not the easiest thing to talk about, is it?  'Hi baby, how
was your day, by the way, I want to fuck our daughter, what do you want for
dinner?'"

   I let her words hang in the air.  "You want to fuck her?"

   She hung her head, refusing to meet my eyes.  "I don't know what I want,
baby.  She's our daughter.  I shouldn't -"

   "But you do," I pressed.  "Tell me.  You want to kiss her?  You want to
taste her body?  Do you want to feel her tongue on your pussy?" Becky
groaned and leaned back against the doorframe.  Her body still slick with
sweat from our earlier fucking, she resembled nothing in the world so much
as a fallen angel, a nymph who had willingly surrendered herself to the
darkest lusts.  "Is that what you want, baby?" I asked, moving beside her,
stroking my fingertips across her stomach, kissing her neck and throat. 
"You want to feel Lucy's tongue against your hot slit, and her fingers deep
inside you?" I stroked lower, my fingers trailing delicate patterns on her
skin.  "You want to feel her lips around your nipple, just like when she
was little?  You want to touch her, feel her, stroke her?"

   "I want..." she breathed.

   "What, baby?  What do you want?"

   She shivered, and fixed me with her sultry gaze.  "I want to watch you
fuck her.  I want to lick your cum out of her little virgin slit." Her eyes
burning with lust, she dropped to her knees and grabbed my swelling cock.
"I want you to make her worship this dick just I do," Becky hissed.  "I
want to prepare her tender young body for your giant dick, and I want to
clean her up after you've filled her with your hot spunk."

   I knew it was wrong, and I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn't stop
myself.  My beautiful wife's taboo desire for our sexy, virginal daughter
was too much for my willpower, and I felt myself getting sucked into her
dark fantasy.  "Is that really what you want?" I whispered, slipping my
fingers between her thighs.  "You want me to slip my dick into our little
girl?  You want me to take her cherry?"

   "Fuck yes.  I want her to cum on her daddy's fat cock."

   I tried to hide my shock at the intensity my wife's incestuous desires.
I didn't know how we'd got into this situation, and feeling the heat of
Becky's skin and pussy, I didn't really care.  My conscious mind might have
protested, but my conscious was well and truly over-ruled by my libido.  I
slipped my fingers deeper into Becky, my fingertips stroking her G-spot. 
"Do you want to -" I began, but she interrupted me before I could tease her
further.

   "Goddamn it, Mike," Becky groaned, "if you don't get that dick inside me
right now, I'm going to fucking burst!"

   Well, who was I disagree?  In tune with my wife's need for hot,
unrestrained sex, I pulled her to the bed, and bent her over, her
beautiful, round ass high in the air.  Without hesitation, I grabbed her
hips and pounded my cock into her tight hole.  She gasped, surprised and
pleased by the force of the fucking she was receiving.  Feeling her pussy
contract around my dick, I thrust as hard as I could, and leaned forward.

   "Can you see it, baby?" I whispered, my lips brushing her ear, my cock
throbbing and insistent inside her tight snatch.  "I'd fuck Lucy for you,
I'd pound that perfect cunt and let her juices drip down onto your face,
baby.  Can you taste her?  Can you taste your baby girl's hot snatch?"

   My words worked their magic, and Becky forced herself back on me, her
beautiful ass slapping against me as a cry of ecstasy tore free of her
throat.  Her fingers clawed at the bed, her face pressed into the blankets,
her ass high and quivering as I drove myself into her, ever deeper, our
thoughts afire with images of our beautiful, perfect daughter.

   Finally, my passion overcame me, and, with a series of violent,
lust-fuelled thrusts, I filled my beautiful wife's tight snatch with surge
after surge of hot spunk.  It felt as though a single orgasm was burning
through both of us, uniting our bodies in desire and ecstasy.  Finally, as
the last tremors faded, we collapsed onto the bed, my arms protectively
cradling Becky against my chest.  How long we lay there, I do not know - it
was as if time had stopped.

   Our reverie was only broken when the sound of front door slamming echoed
through the house.  "Mom?" came a distant voice from downstairs.  "Dad, I'm
home!"

   "Lucy," Becky whispered, her eyes still closed, her body still
trembling. I pulled the blanket from the bed and covered Becky, kissed her
lightly on the lips, and, grabbing my discarded robe, left the bedroom.  It
would not do, I decided, to have Lucy burst in on us while daddy's sperm
was leaking from mommy's well-fucked hole and mommy was moaning the name of
her teenage daughter.

   Well, not yet, at least...



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