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 We Love Lucy, Part Two

   by Knight of Passion

   Story Codes: M/F, voy

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   Knight ----

   The problem with real life, I've often thought, is that it's not enough
like a story.  Take my recent experience with my beloved wife, for example:
I had left Becky half-asleep on our bed, my spunk drooling from her pussy,
whispering the name of our daughter Lucy, the subject of my wife's
incestuous fantasies - well, the subject of our incestuous fantasies, I
suppose, since I could hardly claim to be an unwilling participant.  I had
left Becky alone, drifting in a blissful post-orgasmic glow, because the
object of our desires, our gorgeous daughter Lucy, had just arrived home
from school and was running up the stairs toward us.  She hadn't burst in
on us while I was deep inside her mother, nor had she opened the door while
Becky was moaning her name, over and over.  The laws of narrative therefore
demanded that she be listening outside the door, reckless with desire, her
fingers inside her white, virginal panties...

   Tell the truth: you expect Lucy to be on her knees sometime in the next
couple of paragraphs, overcome with lust, sucking her daddy's thick cock.
It's okay - in a way, I kind of expected it too.  That's the trouble with
stories: they make you think you know what's going to happen next.  And
they're usually wrong.
On the upside, stories are never quite as interesting - or enjoyable -

as the real thing.

   Closing the bedroom door behind me, I crept along the hall to the top of
the stairs, and there, coming toward me, I saw Lucy.  Perhaps it was just
the incestuous thoughts implanted in my mind by Becky, or simply the
novelty of being in a robe in the middle of the day, my cock still moist
with Becky's hot juices, but something made me examine Lucy's body closely.
She was a shade over five feet tall, and had inherited her mother's
delicacy and grace.  When she was smaller, I used to call her my fairy
princess, she was so light on her feet - now, as Lucy approached her
fifteenth birthday, the fairy princess had been replaced by a lush, nubile
nymph.  Her long dark hair was worn up in a simple ponytail.  Her body,
covered by the short pleated skirt and white blouse that served as a school
uniform, was a thing of ripe curves and firm, budding flesh.  Her best
features, without a doubt, were her breasts, as large as her mother's but
even more pert and firm.  I would have given anything, right at that
moment, to have torn the shirt from her body and worshipped those beautiful
tits with my tongue and lips...

   I cleared my throat, pushing away the vivid image, and the hot rush of
desire which accompanied it.  "Hi baby," I said in what I hoped was a
casual tone.

   Lucy looked up at me, and smiled.  "Hey daddy, what are you -" She
looked at me, and rolled her eyes.  "Oh."

   "Oh what?"

   "I was going to ask how come you're home in the middle of the day, but
there's only one reason you're in your robe."

   "And what would that be?" I asked, dimly aware that my cock, so recently
drained, was stirring slightly.  "Would you care to enlighten me?"

   "Gro-tacious, daddy," she said, then stuck out her tongue at me. 
Honestly, where the hell do they get these words?  "Can you give me a ride
to the mall?  I'm supposed to meet Bethany in half an hour."

   "Why didn't you just go straight from school?" I asked.

   "Dressed like this?" she said incredulously, indicating her adorable
uniform.  "Gro-tacious.  Come on, daddy, it'll only take you a few minutes,
and you kind of owe me for this disgusting reminder that my parents... 
ugh! I could be emotionally scarred!" She shivered in mock-disgust, and I
couldn't help but laugh.

   "Alright, Lucy, I surrender.  Give me ten minutes to get showered, and
I'll take you."

   "Thank you, daddy," Lucy said, stretching up on tiptoe to give me a
perfunctory kiss on the cheek, then skipped lightly along the hall to her
room, closing the door firmly behind her.  I stood in the hallway for a
long moment, wrestling with my conscience, my imagination conjuring up
image after image of my beautiful teen daughter in her room.  What was it
Becky had said, when she showed me her peep-hole?  "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..."

   Call me weak.  Call me a fool.  Call me an idiot for standing in the
hallway for so long - the next thing I knew, I had crept back into my room,
pushed the door closed quietly behind me, and moved over to the closet. 
The doors were still open, following my wife's earlier revelation.  I
glanced once toward Becky, but she was fast asleep on the bed, her chest
rising and falling in a regular rhythm, covered only by the thin sheet I
had draped over her.  The peep-hole drilled through the back of the closet
was exactly at Becky's eye-level, so I had to bend over slightly to see
through it clearly.  I peeked through, a nervous flutter in my the pit of
my stomach, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

   For a moment, I could see nothing except for Lucy's room.  Her desk,
loaded with textbooks and folders full of school work; the dresser, along
with it's scattered collection of cosmetics and strange creams; Lucy's bed,
complete with a baby-pink duvet, covered with her extensive collection of
stuffed animals.  All in all, it was the sort of room you'd imagine any
fourteen year-old teen being proud to call home.

   The image of wholesome family life didn't last long, however.  My breath
caught in my throat as Lucy walked into view.  She had wasted no time in
throwing her school bag into a corner and pulling off her crisp white
blouse.  She walked to the dresser, her back to me, dressed in only her
short skirt and a white bra.  Reaching behind her, she unclipped the
well-filled bra, and let it fall to the ground.  A wave of excitement
washed over me as she turned around running her fingers casually up her
stomach, and cupping a pair of breasts that were everything I had imagined
they would be: full, pert, and firm, with nipples every bit as large as her
mother's.  I could feel my cock harden and swell as Lucy tweaked those
beautiful nipples between her thumb are forefinger, making them hard and
erect.  I leaned against the wall, trying to get a clearer view through the
tiny peep-hole, and was rewarded by Lucy raising her arms high above her
head in a tired stretch, her wonderful tits swaying beautifully with the
movement.

   I watched, mesmerised, as my beautiful daughter deftly undid the button
holding her skirt up, and let it fall to the floor, revealing a pair of
virginal white panties, so tight that I could see the tempting bulge of her
vulva.  A hot rush of excitement and shame ran through my body, and my cock
twitched, hardening further.  My arousal was undeniable, and the quiet
voice of reason which reminded that this vision of nubile loveliness was
not only fourteen years of age but my only daughter, seemed to be
noticeably absent.  Daughter or not, Lucy was beautiful, combining all of
her mother's best attributes with an air of simple, innocent sexiness which
I found intoxicating.  When Lucy brushed her slender fingertips up the
outside of her thighs, then reached around to firmly squeeze the cheeks of
her ass, I thought there was no way I could possibly be more aroused. 
Then, when Lucy slipped a her right hand inside the front of her panties
and groaned happily, I realised how wrong I had been.

   Enough was enough.  Unable to contain my rising desire, and suddenly
fearful of being caught in such a compromising position, I cinched my robe
around my waist, trying to ignore the ridiculous tent caused by by
throbbing cock.  Checking to make sure Becky was still fast asleep, I crept
quietly from the bedroom, and got myself under a shower as fast as I
possibly could.  With the hot water running down my body and the glass door
steaming up rapidly, I finally acknowledged the burning lust with inflamed
me and began to touch my tumescent prick.  A half-dozen strokes were all it
took to unleash a series of thick spurts, images of Lucy's perfect teenage
breasts and flawless, panty-clad bottom floating through my mind.

   I lingered in the shower for ten long minutes, letting the hot water
wash away my sense of guilt at masturbating while thinking about my
beautiful daughter.

   As I left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist and my robe
hanging open over the top, I almost collided with Lucy, now dressed in
jeans and a baby pink Hello Kitty T-shirt that would have looked adorably
sweet if it had been two sizes larger and hadn't exposed quite so much of
her full, round breasts.

   "What are you doing?" I asked, a little too quickly.

   "I'm putting my laundry in the hamper," she replied, holding up a wad of
discarded clothing as evidence.  "Hurry up, daddy, Bethany's going to kill
me if I'm late."

   "Alright, alright.  Go and get a piece of fruit - I don't want you
stuffing yourself with mall food, Lucy," I said patiently, forestalling her
objection, "so get some fruit and go wait in the car.  The keys are on the
table in the hall.  I'll be two minutes."

   Grinning impishly, Lucy pressed the tangle of clothes into my hands, and
lightly skipped off down the hallway.  I stared dumbly at the clothing,
still warm from her body.  I stepped back into the bathroom, and, without
thinking, pulled the white shirt from the wad and threw it in the hamper. I
unwrapped the skirt, and mu pulse quickened.  There were Lucy's white
panties, the very ones she'd been wearing a few minutes ago when I'd spied
on her through the peephole.  I traced my fingers lovingly over the soft
fabric, letting the other clothes fall to the floor as I turned the panties
over and over in my hands.  On the thin cotton gusset was a large damp
mark, evidence, if evidence were needed, of my daughter's indulgence in her
room.  I groaned, half in desire and half in frustration, and I could feel
my cock hardening for the third time in an hour.  These are my daughter's
panties, the ones she wore when she was rubbing her little pussy, when she
was fingering her hot little slit...

   I shook my head.  I had no time.  Lucy wouldn't wait in the car for long
before she came back into the house to see what was keeping me, and I
really didn't want her to walk in on her daddy jacking off, with his little
girl's panties wrapped around his throbbing prick.  Besides, I had a better
idea...

   I took the panties, and, after a second thought, picked up Lucy's bra
too, the delicate white one with the pink trim.  Peeking out of the
bathroom to make sure the coast was clear, I hurried back to my bedroom.  I
pushed the door open quietly, but Becky was still fast asleep on the bed. I
desperately wished to be there with her when she woke from her dreams of
her daughter, but, since I couldn't, I thought I'd leave her with the next
best thing.  I placed Lucy's bra and panties on the bed next to Becky's
head, knowing that she would find them when she awoke, and then I dressed
quickly and left the room.

   The drive to the mall was the longest and most dangerous of my life. 
How I managed to negotiate the late-afternoon traffic while stealing
frequent glances at Lucy's magnificent breasts, barely constrained by the
pink T-shirt.  I even encouraged her to play with the radio during the
twenty-minute journey, seeking out pounding, repetitive songs that she
seemed to love, just so she would lean forward to the centre console to
tweak the dials, offering me a view of her deep, tempting cleavage.  At one
point, she found something she liked and clutched at the handbrake in
excitement, her fingers wrapping around the rubberised handle tightly, and
I almost drove through the window of a downtown deli.

   It was an enormous relief when we arrived at the mall.  Lucy kissed me
on the cheek, thanked me for giving her a ride, and promised to call my
cell phone when she needed to be picked up.  She slammed the door and
skipped off to find her friend Bethany, and I leaned back in my chair,
exhaling slowly.  This situation was getting out of control.  Stamping on
the accelerator and pulling out of the parking lot, I rolled the windows
down and cranked up the volume on the CD player.  I needed to clear my
head; I needed to forget Lucy.

   I was feeling much better when, a half-hour later, I pulled into my
driveway.  The afternoon air was warm, and the streets were filled with the
sights and sounds of normal families doing normal family things.  Perhaps
my desire for my daughter was just a passing thing: a fantasy that had
somehow got under my skin.  I breathed deeply.  It was over now.  Things
were back to normal.

   I even managed to maintain an air of normality when I entered the house
and found Becky in the lounge, her hair in a state of post-coital disarray,
my robe wrapped around her tightly.

   "Hi," I said, surprised.

   Without a word, Becky smiled wickedly and opened her robe.  Underneath,
she was wearing only a bra and panties - and then I realised what i was
seeing, and my grin matched hers.  She was wearing Lucy's bra and panties,
the white pair with the delicate pink trim that I had left on the bed by
Becky's sleeping form.  They were a little tight on her, but Becky's
youthful figure was close enough to Lucy's that the slight bulge of her
breasts escaping the bra, or the prominence of her labia against the thing
cotton of the panties were sluttishly alluring.  "They were a lovely
surprise," Becky said, slowly moving toward me.

   "I'm glad," I reply, feeling my desire rising once again.  Screw normal:
I'm married to a dirty slut, and I couldn't be happier.

   "Did you know her panties were wet?"

   "Yes," I admitted.  "I thought you'd like them."

   "I did, Mike.  I really did." She took another step closer.

   "What did you do when you woke up?" I asked innocently.

   "I saw her panties, and her bra, and I knew that you'd left them there
for me.  I picked them up, and I..."

   "What, darling?" I asked.

   " I smelled them, Mike, and I licked them, and I made myself cum while I
tasted our little girl's juices.  Then I put them on, and it was like I
could feel her tits against mine, and her pussy too.  Her juices were
mixing with mine, Mike, and I loved it so much...  does that make me a
whore?"

   "Yes," I said, knowing instinctively what my beautiful wife wanted to
hear.  She stepped forward again, now just an arm's length from me.

   "I know it does," she confessed, her eyes downcast.  "I want to be a
whore." Another step forward.  "I'm just a bad little girl who wants to be
her daddy's little slut."

   I groaned with desire, and reached for her.  "What do you want your
daddy to do, Becky?"

   She playfully slapped my arm.  "My name isn't Becky, silly daddy."

   "It isn't?"

   "Of course not!  It's Lucy!" Her words exploded in my head.  I stood
there, motionless and silent, as Becky skipped over to the couch and threw
herself onto it, the robe wide open and hanging from her shoulders, her
legs apart, sucking one finger girlishly.  "Are you alright, daddy?" she
asked.

   "I'm fine, Be- uh, Lucy."

   "Good, daddy.  Are you going to come over here and keep me company?"

   I complied, unthinking, with her request.  I sat down next to her and
reached for her body, my hand slipping around her waist.  For a long time
we kissed, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.  Finally,
Becky broke the kiss and grinned happily.  "I'm so lucky to have such a
nice daddy," she breathed sexily, tracing her fingernails down my chest. 
Deftly, she undid the buttons of my shirt, scratching me lightly across my
chest and stomach.  Then she turned her attentions to my belt, her nimble
fingers undoing my trousers and forcing them down around my knees, freeing
my rampant dick.  She wrapped her fingers around it and, without
hesitation, began to jack me off.  I kissed her again, my fingers exploring
her body, rubbing and squeezing her generous breasts, rubbing her hot
snatch through the thin gusset of Lucy's panties.

   "Daddy, are you going to fuck me?" Becky asked me, her eyes wide in
mock-innocence.

   "Yes, Lucy," I growled as she squeezed my dick harder.  "Your daddy's
going to fuck you.  Do you want it?"

   "Oh, yes, daddy, I want it more than anything.  I've always wanted you,
ever since I was little.  Please, don't wait any more.  Do it to me, daddy.
Do it to me." I slid off the couch and onto the floor, between her
beautiful, outstretched legs.  I stroked my fingertips up her thighs,
pulling her hips forward until they were at the edge of the couch,
perfectly presenting her body to my throbbing cock.  I hooked my fingers in
the waistband of her panties, but Becky swatted my hand and pouted.  "No,
daddy, leave them on.  I want to wear them while you fuck me." She pulled
them aside, revealing her slick, willing snatch, and spread her legs even
wider.  Without hesitation, unable and unwilling to control my basest
desires, I thrust my penis into her.  She gasped in pleasure and shock,
then shivered ecstatically and moaned, "Oh, daddy!"

   This was never going to be a long, sensual encounter.  Aroused past
rational thought, we were like two animals in heat, desperate for release.
I pounded into her, deeper and harder with each thrust, and Becky, her face
a mask of ecstasy, raised her hips to meet every thrust.  The air was thick
with the smell of our sex, and our shared incestuous fantasy had fuelled
our lust for each other.  Again and again I drove my thick, relentless
prick inside her, each thrust forcing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. 
Finally, her pussy clenching in the first dizzying rush of her orgasm,
Becky fixed me with her hot gaze.  "Do it to me, daddy," Becky hissed
through gritted teeth.  "Make your little girl a woman."

   I could contain myself no longer.  With one final, violent thrust, I
hammered my cock into her moist snatch, and spurt after spurt of thick,
creamy jizz splashed inside her.  She groaned and thrashed as her orgasm
tore through her body, her hard nipples straining against the thing
material of Lucy's bra, her body trembling with the ferocity of her desire.

   Finally, utterly drained, my cock slipped from my wife's beautiful
snatch, leaving an oozing trail of hot cum across her glistening lips.  She
released her hold on Lucy's tight white panties, and they fell back across
her pussy, immediately becoming transparent as they soaked up the spicy
mixture of our juices.

   I looked up to meet Becky's gaze.  Her face was flushed, and she wore a
broad grin.  "You just fucked your daughter, Mike.  How did it feel?"

   "Amazing, baby," I groaned happily, leaning forward to kiss her.  "Just
amazing."

   "I'm glad," she replied, then got to her feet and strolled away toward
the shower.  "It was a good beginning, wasn't it?"

   "Beginning?" I called after her, too drained and exhausted to move.

   "Oh, yes, daddy," she said, pausing in the doorway to look back my. 
"Fantasising about fucking your little girl is one thing - but reality is
going to blow your mind."

   "Are you serious?" I asked, incredulously.

   "Oh, I've never been more serious in my life, mister.  Close your eyes,
and get some rest.  We've got some big plans to make."



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