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 We Love Lucy, Part Four

   by Knight of Passion

   Story Codes: M/F, M/f, M/Ff, voy, incest

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   A couple of days had passed since the game of Truth or Dare, days which
Becky and I had once again spent fantasising about Lucy.  It was no secret
now that I wanted to have sex with her, and Becky was very supportive of
the idea - it had, after all, been her fantasy in the first place, before I
had become obsessed with my beautiful teenage daughter.  On the Tuesday
afternoon, I arrived home from the studio at a little after four o'clock,
expecting to find my wife and daughter engaged in the usual suburban round
of homework and housekeeping, chores and TV.

   Becky, however, had other ideas.  Dropping my keys on the hall table, I
saw a short note she had scribbled on the memo pad, letting me know that
she had gone to meet one of her girlfriend's in a cool little coffee shop
we'd frequented when we were a little younger.  The note said she's be home
around six, and we'd order take-out food when she got home.  I scrumpled up
the note and threw it in the trash, my thoughts immediately turning to
Lucy. Was I in the house alone with my daughter for the first time since
Saturday night?  I checked the kitchen, which was empty, and peeked into
the garden, but there was no sign of her.  Finally, however, I found her in
the lounge, sitting on the couch, dressed in a tiny little skirt that left
most of her smooth, well-formed thighs uncovered, and the tight, revealing
Hello Kitty T-shirt she insisted on wearing.  Seeing her in a state of
partial-undress, particularly right at that moment, was enough to get the
blood rushing to my cock.  Things had been a little strange between us
since our intimate contact during the game of Truth or Dare, and I wasn't
entirely certain how she felt about the whole thing.  In my mind's eye, I
could see the image on the TV screen as we watched her masturbate, as she
had been carried off by the tidal wave of her orgasm and her lips had moved
to form that sweet, seductive word that had so thrilled me: daddy.

   And then, with a hot rush of guilt, I realised my baby girl was crying.
Any lusty thoughts I had fled immediately.  I cleared my throat, and she
looked up at me, tears streaking her cheeks.

   "Are you okay, Lucy?"

   "Not really," she admitted, sniffing loudly.

   "You want to talk about it?"

   She nodded mutely.  I crossed the room and sat next to her on the couch,
my arm resting lightly around her shoulder.  "What's going on?"

   "I was just - I was just thinking about you and mommy and about -" She
broke off with a sob.

   "About what, baby?" I asked, squeezing her shoulder.  "What's got you so
upset?"

   "Saturday night.  When we played Truth or Dare."

   My stomach tightened.  Oh, Christ.  "What about it?"

   "I thought - " She sniffed, and looked up at me.  "I thought you liked
me."

   "Of course I like you, Lucy, I love you."

   "I mean in the other way, daddy.  I thought - am I pretty, daddy?"

   "Maybe this should wait until your mother gets home, sweetie," I said,
trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous topics.

   "So you mean I'm not pretty?" she cried out.

   I knelt by the couch and took her hands in mine.  "You're beautiful,
Lucy.  You're amazing."

   "And am I...  sexy?"

   "Of course you are," I said lightly, trying to laugh it off.  "You're a
hottie!  If you weren't my daughter, I'd..." I caught myself and stumbled
to a halt.

   "You'd what?" Lucy asked, the tears stopped, her eyes fixed on mine.  I
shook my head, not trusting myself to answer.  Instead, she tiled her head
slightly to one side.  "You thought I was sexy when we played that game,
didn't you, daddy?"

   I nodded mutely.  This conversation was moving into dangerous waters,
and there was a gleam in Lucy's eye that I didn't entirely trust - surely
she couldn't want that?

   "But you didn't want to play any more?"

   "It wasn't that I didn't want to," I confessed.  "But there are some
things that - you're my daughter, Lucy, and I love you very much, and I do
think you're sexy, but -"

   "And...  do you think I'm sexy now, daddy?" she asked.

   I cradled her in my arms, and kissed the top of my head.  "Lucy, you're
the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.  I've never loved anyone as much as
I love you.  You're wonderful, you're amazing, and yes, you're damn sexy."

   She met my gaze and smiled softly.  "You're not supposed to swear,
daddy," she whispered.

   "I'm not supposed to do a lot of things, baby," I replied gently.

   "Even if they're fun?"

   "Even if," I said, with as much certainty as I could muster.

   "Even if it's what you really want?" she asked softly, her face moving
closer to mine, her moist lips looking so sweet, so inviting...

   "Even if," I whispered in reply,

   "Even if it's what I really want?" Lucy asked, her voice little more
than a sigh, and I had no more words.  Our lips met in a hot, hungry kiss,
a kiss that spoke of deep passions and the urgent need for satisfaction.  I
pulled her hard against me, my fingers squeezing the tight flesh of her
ass, our kiss as deep and passionate as any I'd ever experienced.  She
lifted her right leg off the floor and tightened it around my waist.  I
teased her tongue with my own, I sucked on her perfect bottom lip, and, all
the while, my hands were moving over her body, up her thigh, pushing her
tiny skirt up until was around her waist.

   "Oh God, daddy, hurry," whispered Lucy frantically.  "I need - I need
you!"

   At that moment, any plans I'd formulated on how to get my baby girl into
bed vanished, along with any lingering doubts.  This was it.  Her arms
tight around my neck, one leg hooked around my waist, the other resting on
the couch.  I reached down, hooking my arm over her leg, and unbuckled my
belt.  I roughly dragged my jeans and shorts down to mid-thigh, and my
erect cock leaped up, the glistening tip lightly slapping against the
crotch of my daughter's panties.

   "Oh, please," she begged, her eyes bright with desire, the same look of
wanton lust that I had seen etched on her mother's delicate features.

   "Are you sure, baby?  I don't want to hurt you."

   "You won't, daddy.  You love me."

   I did, and she knew it.  Kissing her passionately, I slipped my fingers
inside her white cotton panties and pulled them aside.  A single thrust, a
glorious, wonderful thrust, and my hard, throbbing cock slipped inside of
my daughter's smooth virgin pussy.  Stars exploded, and the heavens caught
fire.  Lucy moaned in surprise, and I growled in pleasure, our lips pressed
together, our tongues writhing, our bodies tangled together.  I tried to
thrust deeper, but our awkward position, half-balanced on the couch, made
it impossible.  Our mouths still locked in a lover's kiss, I reached out
and took hold of Lucy's slender thigh, the one that rested on the couch,
and encouraged her to wrap it around my waist.  In my blind passion, I
misjudged the move, and felt the couch slip away from us.  I fell
backwards, my shoulder blades hitting the soft cream carpet.  Somehow, Lucy
managed to keep her arms around my neck, and remain on top of me: as her
knees hit the floor, her slick pussy engulfed my thick, swollen cock, all
in smooth motion.  She cried out, whether in pain or in pleasure I could
not tell, her breath hot and sweet against my lips.  She shivered
violently, her balled fists pounding against my chest as she rocked her
hips back and forth, trying to accommodate my prodigious tool in her sweet,
unfucked snatch.  Her mouth was open, her blood-red lipstick smudged, her
moist tongue pressed against her top lip in an expression of utter ecstasy.
Slowly, the rocking of her hips changed to a more insistent thrusting, the
grunts and gasps that marked the passing of her virginity replaced by the
deep, throaty groans of experienced lust.

   "Daddy," she hissed, "oh daddy, you're fucking me so good."

   "Where did you learn words like that?" I asked, but her only reply was a
wicked grin and a vicious thrust of her hips that made by heavy, cum-filled
balls slap against her butt cheeks.  I reached up and pulled off her thin
T-shirt, then deftly unclipped her bra and threw it aside, letting my
darling daughter's beautiful breasts swing free.  Raising my head, I caught
her pert nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around the hard flesh.
Lucy hissed in pleasure, a sound I had heard her mother make on many
occasions, and began to thrust faster, harder, consuming my cock, driving
it deeper and deeper into her newly-fucked snatch.  Her fingernails scored
hot red scratches across my chest as she redoubled her efforts, her slick
pussy clutching at my cock, her breath coming in ragged groans.  Faster and
harder she thrust her hips, until, suddenly, she screamed out in ecstasy,
her hot snatch squeezing my thrusting cock, as her orgasm riped through her
perfect body.  Exhausted and sated, she collapsed on top of me, her lips
kissing my throat and neck, her beautiful tits hot against my chest.  I
could contain myself no longer.  Feeling my cock throb inside my daughter,
I somehow managed to gasp, "Lucy, I can't hold it.  I'm going to -"

   "I know, daddy," she sighed happily.  "Do it.  Give me your love."

   I threw my head back and clawed at the carpet as a boiling wave of spunk
burst from my cock, filling my little girl's tight pussy to the brim.  Jet
after hot jet of sperm gushed out of me, draining me dry, slipping past
Lucy's spasming pussy and dribbling down the shaft of my dick.

   For a long time, we were silent.  Lucy's head was on my shoulder, her
breathing soft and regular.  I stared at the ceiling and tried to
understand what was happening - surely a man can't fuck his virginal
daughter without feeling any kind of guilt or shame?  This was a crime,
after all - and yet, it wasn't.  This wasn't rape, it was love.  She wanted
it as much as I did, and had enjoyed it too.  We shared a bond that no-one
else in the world could ever understand, not even Becky, as much as we both
loved her.

   The thought of my beautiful, kinky wife made me smile.  Christ, I could
just imagine the look on her face when I confess to having sex with our
daughter without her being there to enjoy the show!

   "What's funny?" murmured Lucy.

   "I was just thinking about your mommy," I confessed.

   "Oh." Lucy raised herself up a little so that she could look at me
properly.  "Will you tell her?"

   "I'll have to, baby.  You know we don't have any secrets."

   "Will she be angry?"

   "Angry?" I chuckled dryly.  "Yeah, she'll probably be angry.  Angry she
wasn't here to see it.  We'll probably have to show her a re-run."

   "I'd like that," she replied sexily, and kissed me slowly.

   "Your mommy might want more than a show, actually," I said slowly.  "She
might want to join in, too.  Would you like that?"

   "Do...  this...  with mommy too?" Lucy said, chewing her lower lip in
thought.  "I've never - you know, I've never, not with a girl.  Do you
think she'd like it?"

   "I know for a fact, baby.  She loves you just as much as I do," I said,
squeezing her hand.

   Lucy considered this, then nodded.  "I think..." Suddenly, she smiled
broadly and nodded enthusiastically.  "Yes, daddy.  I'd love it."

   "Well, in that case..." I began, then broke off and grinned wickedly.

   "What?"

   "Oh, Lucy, your daddy has the best idea," I said with a smile, kissing
my baby girl on her beautiful rosebud lips.

   And so it was that, when Becky arrived home, an hour later, she was at
first confused as to why there should be a rose petal on the floor by the
front door.  Then she realised that there was another, further into the
hall, and another, at the foot of the stairs.  Thinking that I had arranged
a romantic surprise for her, she took off her coat and put her purse and
keys on the hall table, then undid her long hair and shook it out into that
sultry, come-hither style that I like so much.  Picking up the rose petals
as she went, she slowly climbed the stairs and moved along the hall to our
room.  The door was half-open, and she could see the gentle glow of
candlelight in the room beyond.  Smiling happily, she pushed the door open.

   I was waiting for her in bed, naked, sipping chilled champagne from the
crystal flutes her parents gave us for a wedding gift.  The candlelight
gleamed on my naked torso, and I returned her smile.  She approached the
foot of the bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she moved with an exaggerated
swing of her hips.

   "Hi," I said.

   "Hi yourself," she replied.  "Have I told you today that I love you?"

   "You just did," I smiled.  "Would you like some champagne?"

   "I don't see another glass, stud," Becky replied archly, pulling her
shirt off her smooth shoulders.

   "Look behind you," I said.

   Lucy stepped into the light holding the champagne bottle and a pair of
the crystal flutes.  Becky's shirt fluttered to the floor, unnoticed, as
she took in the vision of perfection that was our daughter.  Lucy had
dressed in a tiny babydoll nightdress in candy pink, edged with powder blue
stitching.  Any suggestion of childishness was dispelled, however, by the
deep curve of her cleavage and the high hemline that barely covered the
twin globes of her beautiful butt.  A vision of youthful sexiness, her
expression caught halfway between desire and fear, she extended the bottle
toward her mother.

   "Would you like some, mommy?"

   Becky looked back at me, her eyes wide.  "Did you - my God, Mike, have
you?"

   I smiled wickedly and beckoned to Lucy, who skipped lightly to the side
of the bed, and leaned over, offering me a fabulous view of her pert young
breasts.  I stroked her jawline with the tips of my index and middle
finger, then kissed her hotly.  She returned the kiss passionately, then
moaned in desire when I broke off and turned to look at Becky.  My
beautiful wife looked as if her world had just exploded.

   "I don't -" she began, then swallowed.  "Oh, Mike, is it real?"

   "It's real, baby," I said reassuringly.  "It's everything you wanted. 
Everything we all wanted.  Why don't you come and get into bed?  We've got
a lot of catching up to do."

   For the longest moment, Becky didn't move.  Then, with a hot glimmer of
hunger in her eyes, she undid the button on her trousers and let them drop
to the floor.  Standing there in her underwear, she began to tug her bra
straps off her shoulders, then paused.  "Lucy, honey, mommy's having
trouble.  Would you help me take these clothes off, baby girl?"

   "Of course, mommy," said Lucy with a small smile, approaching her
slowly. She slipped her fingers underneath the thin straps of her mother's
bra, then plucked them free, letting them fall from her shoulders.  Then,
her fingers tracing a light pattern over her mother's flat stomach, Lucy
circled Becky and undid the bra clasp, before pulling it off to reveal
Becky's beautiful tits.  Lucy completed the circle and stood in front of
her mother again, a warm smile on her lips, when, slowly, Becky reach out
and pulled the straps from Lucy's shoulders.  Her babydoll nightdress
slithered over the hot curves of her body and landed on the floor.  The two
women, mother and daughter, stepped toward one another and hugged, their
breasts pressing together.  "You really did it?" Becky said suddenly.  "You
made love to your daddy?"

   "He fucked me, mommy," said Lucy wickedly.  "And I fucked him back."

   "And you liked it?"

   "I loved it.  I've never felt anything like it."

   "Come here, baby girl.  There's something I need you to do." Taking her
by the hand, Becky led out daughter to the bed, and encouraged her to get
up on all fours.  I realised where this was going, and slipped out from
under the sheets to join them at the foot of the bed.  When Lucy was
settled on all fours, her tight ass high in the air, Becky regarded her
coolly, then licked the tip of her index finger and ran it in a slow,
smooth line between Lucy's butt cheeks and down, between the lips of her
hot snatch.  Lucy gasped, and Becky smiled.  "I think she's ready,
Michael," my wife said with a wink.  "Fuck her for me, will you?"

   Becky lay back on the bed alongside Lucy, then lifted her daughter's leg
over her body so that her face was positioned precisely below her
daughter's moist pussy.  I could contain my passion no longer: with a deep
groan, I grasped Lucy's hips and roughly thrust my shaft into her.  Lucy,
unprepared for the sudden violation, squealed in alarm, then groaned in
sluttish pleasure as she pushed backwards against me.  I felt my lust rise
to undreamed of heights as I plundered my beautiful daughter's body,
splitting her perfect pussy in two with my fat cock.

   "Fuck for me!  Fuck for me!" repeated Becky, again and again, her tongue
lashing the shaft of my cock whenever I withdrew from Lucy's drooling slit,
or strumming Lucy's labia.  There was no way I could withstand such a
sublime assault, and I could feel my orgasm approaching like an oncoming
locomotive.  I gripped Lucy's youthful hips tightly, my cock plunging into
her delicious, slick pussy.  Her moans and cries increased in tempo,
matching my grunts as I pounded my swollen tool deeper and deeper into her
willing hole.

   With a cry and a hot rush of pleasure, I felt my fat prick throb and the
first thick spurt of cum erupt inside Lucy's slick cunt.  I looked down,
and could see Becky's eyes widen as, drunk with lust and desire, she licked
at the mixture of her husband's cum and her daughter's juices.  Another
thick wad of spunk burst into Lucy's snatch, slipping between her slick
lips and falling as long, creamy dribbles onto her mother's outstretched
tongue.  Lucy screamed in ecstasy as her mother's tongue found her hard
clit, and even Becky trembled as her long-awaited orgasm ravaged her body,
her fingers thrusting deep in her tight snatch, her thumb circling her
clitoris with quick, deft strokes.

   The echoes of our orgasms lingered for a long time.  Finally, as they
started to fade, my cock slipped from Lucy's firm young body and slapped
against Becky's cum-drenched tongue.  She took the swollen head between her
lips and sucked on it with a load pop.  I twisted and sat down heavily on
the bed, leaving Becky to tease Lucy's drooling snatch with her tongue.

   That was a week ago.  Since then, we've spent every night swapping beds:
I slept with Lucy in her bed, throwing the toy animals to the floor and
taking her roughly, while her mother watched via the camera I rigged up at
the peep-hole; I've screwed Becky lazily while Lucy watched us eagerly,
stroking her own pussy as her parents fucked each other silly; Becky and
Lucy have discovered the pleasures that can be found in the hands of
another woman, and have spent the whole night exploring their bodies with
fingers and tongues; and we've all fucked together in my giant bed,
enjoying finding new ways of showing our love for one another.

   And that's how we'll stay, because as much as Becky and I love each
other, we really love Lucy - and she loves us.



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