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 We Love Lucy: Book Two, Part One

   by Knight of Passion

   Story Codes: M/f, inc

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   "No, it's just -" I sighed and listened for a long moment, rubbing my
jaw.  "No.  No, I understand what you're saying - yeah.  Alright.  Yeah,
fine." With a click, the line went dead.  "Son of a bitch," I muttered,
slamming the phone back on the cradle.  This was the last thing I needed. I
bit back the urge to kick something, and leaned back, my hands behind my
head, forcing my tired old grey matter to come up with an answer.  I've
never been the smartest guy in the world, but there's nothing that
concentrates a father's mental faculties like trying to avoid making his
daughter cry.  Something...  anything...

   But after ten minutes, I had given up.  There wasn't a solution.  She
was just going to have to be disappointed, and I was going to be the piece
of shit responsible.

   In a foul mood, I stomped out of my office to the kitchen in search of
coffee.

   "Uh, Mike, honey?" Becky, my beautiful wife and mother of my child, was
sitting at the kitchen table idly leafing through the latest issue of
Vogue. I growled in frustration, then sighed and explained the problem. 
Becky tilted her head to one side, and immediately gave me the solution.

   Like I said, I'm not the smartest guy in the world.  But I am smart
enough to have married a brilliant woman.

   That evening, Becky and I summoned Lucy to the lounge and sat her down.
I took a sip of wine, a deep breath, and met my darling girl's innocent
eyes.

   "It's about your birthday," I said softly.  Her eyes widened, and for a
moment I was struck by how young she looked.  With the long dark hair,
pretty face and clear skin, she looked like the winner of a Miss Suburban
Teen pageant - except I doubt that many fourteen year-old beauty pageant
winners could be found in their parents' bed most nights, thrusting their
hips in time to their father's deep thrusts while their mother suckled
eagerly on their big, firm tits and rubbed their hot clit "What about it?"
she asked.  I blinked.  Focus, Mike, I chided myself silently.

   "Darling, there's a conference in Chicago and I have to go.  I'm sorry,
I've tried to get out of it, but this season's contracts will be decided
there and I can't afford to miss it."

   "But, my party -" Lucy said softly, her big eyes filling with tears.

   "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.  Your mother and I
have been talking, darling, and we've decided to give you a choice.  You
can either have the party we planned, but I won't be able to be here with
you, or..." I glanced at Becky, who smiled in return.  "You can come with
me to Chicago."

   "Come with you?  I don't -"

   "I'll book a hotel room for the two of us.  No-one knows us there.  We
can be together."

   Hope flickered in Lucy's beautiful eyes.  "You mean, you can be my
boyfriend?"

   "I sure can," I replied.  "We can hold hands, and go out for dinner
together, and make out in a cab, and all the other things we can't do here
in New York.  It's just for three days, and I'll have to spend a few hours
at the conference each day, but the rest of time we can have a little
vacation.  And, we can re-schedule your party for the next week, so you can
have your friends over like you wanted.  What do you say, honey?  Want to
come be my girlfriend for a few days?"

   "Is that okay, mommy?" Lucy asked tentatively.

   Becky smiled broadly and clasped her daughter's hands.  "It's fine,
Lucy. I think you should go.  It'll be great for you both, a chance to be
free and open about your love - I mean, if you think about it, it's kind of
like a honeymoon for you, isn't it?"

   "Yeah," said Lucy slowly, considering her mother's words - then, she
jumped to her feet and launched herself at me, wrapping her slender arms
around my neck and showering my face and mouth with kisses.  "Oh, Daddy,
I'd love to come with you!  Will you kiss me so that people can see us?"

   "I will," I answered with a grin.

   "And - and you can tell everyone how much you love me, right?"

   "Try and stop me," I said, kissing her sweet lips for a moment, then
breaking off as Becky joined our hug and kissed Lucy sensuously.  "And
we'll have lots to tell mommy about when we get back, won't we?"

   "Lots," Lucy said emphatically, then climbed off me and half-ran to the
door.  "C'mon, mom, come help me pack!"

   "It's not 'til next week, Lucy -" I began, but she shook her head.

   "I've got a lot to plan," she said.  "It's got to be - it's got to be
perfect!  C'mon, mom!"

   She vanished down the hallway, and Becky kissed me gently.  "You're a
good man, Mike," she said.  "We love you."

   "And I love you too," I replied.

   The days passed quickly.  Lucy was wonderfully affectionate and intimate
with both her mother and I, sharing hugs, kisses, and teasing strokes all
day, then clambering in between us at night and working that lithe little
body until all three of us were sated.  She had been sleeping with us
semi-regularly since the memorable day, some three months previously, when
she and I had first made love.  At first it was strange and intoxicating,
our illicit love a matter of whispered secrets and raised heart rates; but,
as the weeks passed, we settling into a more domestic, peaceful routine. 
Don't get me wrong, I hadn't had this much sex since college, and Becky,
torn between watching me fuck our naughty little daughter and indulge her
own carnal desires, had never been happier, but our shared lust had
blossomed into a deep, abiding love.  I had no illusions about my bravery,
or my nobility, but I knew with absolute certainty that I would give my
life, without hesitation, to keep these beautiful women from the slightest
harm.

   Finally, the big day came.  We awoke early, despite being kept awake til
the early hours by a nymphomaniacal daughter who repeatedly claimed
"this'll be the last cum, daddy, then I'll go to sleep" until her mother
had used seven rigid inches of strap-on cock to fuck her into submission.
We showered separately and then convened in the kitchen to share a last
family breakfast.  Lucy's excitement was tangible, and Becky and I were
soon caught up in her enthusiasm.  We fed each other scooped fingerfuls of
maple syrup from our pancakes, decadently licking the excess with hot,
teasing tongues.

   By mid-morning, we were dressed and ready, my modest suitcase standing
in the hallway flanked by Lucy's much larger bags.  I loaded them into the
car, leaving Lucy and her mother to say goodbye, then returned to find them
locked in a deep, loving kiss.  I grinned approvingly, slipping my arms
around their waists and holding them close to me.  I was a lucky man.

   The drive to the airport was uneventful, and Lucy was so eager to begin
our trip that she dragged me through the terminal to the gate, and fidgeted
by my side as I handed our documents to the clerk and checked our bags.  I
bribed her with the promise of extensive oral sex to sit down in the
departure lounge, but then, when they finally announced our flight was
boarding, she grabbed hold of my hand with both of hers and pulled me along
the boarding ramp, our laughter echoing around us, until we were the first
ones to arrive at the plane.

   The cute flight attendant's polite smile broadened into a genuine grin
as she saw Lucy's enthusiasm.  "Welcome aboard!  You guys are eager to get
going, huh?"

   "Yeah, my dad's taking me to Chicago," said Lucy proudly, every inch the
pert, innocent fourteen year-old girl.

   "How nice of him - oh, excuse me just a moment," she said, turning her
attention to the interior of the plane.  Lucy took the opportunity to pinch
my butt; I responded by swatting hers playfully.  The attendant shared a
few words with someone out of sight, then looked at me curiously.  "Um, I'm
sorry to ask this, but could you do us a favour?"

   "Sure," I replied genially, stepping into the plane.

   "It's the - uh, damn it!  - it's the pilot's personal case," explained
the attendant, taking the handle of a large, shiny aluminium case from one
of her colleagues, and trying to wrestle it down the aisle toward the
cockpit.  "It's, uh - would you mind?"

   "Not at all," I said with a smile, and let her slide past me out of the
way.  I grabbed the case's curved metal handles, and lifted it straight -
the damn thing must have weighed as much as me!

   "It must be nice having a dad who's so big and strong, huh?" the
attendant asked Lucy as I manhandled the heavy case over the top of the
chairs to the end of the aisle.

   "He's the best dad ever," Lucy said with a giggle, and I felt my cheeks
colour a little.  I finally wrestled the case into the bay the attendant
indicated, and dusted off my hands.

   "All done," I said.

   "Thank you so much," replied the attendant gratefully.  "I really
appreciate it."

   "My pleasure," I answered with a grin, and followed after her as she
showed us personally to our seats.  I offered Lucy the window seat, but she
shook her head and stepped aside.  I slid into the seat and began adjusting
my belt.

   The attendants went through their pre-flight briefing, during which Lucy
messed with the settings of her seat and pressed every button within reach.

   "Are you going to fidget through the whole flight?" I asked her in a
playfully exasperated tone.

   "Yes, father," she replied in a serious whisper.  "I'm going to fidget
until you're inside me." I frowned at her but she giggled and added, "deep,
deep inside me."

   I groaned in torment, and tried to think chaste thoughts.  Just a few
hours, and we'd be safely in a new city, a place where we were free to
share our love.  Sure, we might get some strange looks, a man my age
spending time with a girl who could just barely pass for eighteen, if she
was wearing the right make-up and clothes, but I didn't care.  We'd be
together.

   My thoughts were interrupted by the thunderous roar of the aged MD-80
lumbering down the runway and forcing it's way into the pale-blue sky.  The
cabin quickly settled into the gentle rhythms of short-haul travel - my
fellow passengers read, chatted in quiet, discreet voices, or simply stared
out of the window.  Lucy had a glossy fashion magazine that she had picked
up in the terminal, and was flicking through the pages idly.  I quickly
lost interest in the parade of cloned models, and settled back in my chair,
spreading my large winter coat over our knees for comfort.

   I had almost started to drift off to sleep when, slowly, I felt
something sliding over my thigh.  I opened my eyes and looked at Lucy.  She
was making a show of studying her magazine, but there was a twinkle of
mischief in her eye and her left hand, concealed beneath the thick coat,
was purposefully making it's way toward my crotch.

   "Uh, darling -" I began, and she theatrically rolled her eyes.

   "Daddy, I'm trying to read my magazine," she complained in a perfect
imitation of a spoiled brat.  "Can't you just go to sleep or something?"

   I bit back a grin.  "Well, if that's what you want, darling."

   "I'll show you what I want, daddy," she muttered under her breath, and
grabbed the hardening bulge in my trousers.

   It took all my self-control not to leap to my feet - then, a heartbeat
later, it took all my self-control not to throw my darling daughter onto
the thick carpet and fuck her until her tight little cunt was drenched in
her daddy's sperm.  Instead, I tried to relax, forcing my head back onto
the headrest and closing my eyes.  Lucy's nimble fingers ran up and down
the length of my shaft, until she finally tugged down my zipper and pulled
out my warm, fleshy prick.  Immediately, she began to jerk me off intently,
her little fist pounding from the tip to the base.  I tried to shift in my
seat,

   At last, unable to hold on a moment longer, I coughed to cover a groan,
and hot squirts of cum jetted from my cock.

   "Can I get you guys anything?" asked the attendant suddenly, appearing
out of nowhere and leaning over Lucy.  My daughter's fist tightened on my
cock, and I coughed nervously.

   "No, we're - uh, we're fine, thanks."

   "Okay.  Just let me know if there's anything I can do for you."

   "I will, thanks."

   The attendant smiled at me again, the continued down the aisle.  Lucy
giggled.  "She was flirting with you, dad."

   "No she wasn't," I said dismissively, but Lucy squeezed my cock hard
enough to make me groan softly.

   "The top button on her uniform was undone," Lucy said conspiratorially.
"When she leaned over me I could see her boobs."

   "Well, Sherlock, maybe she was flirting with you," I replied.  "Didn't
think of that, huh?"

   Lucy worked her hand up and down my prick as she chewed her lip
thoughtfully.  "You think so?"

   "I don't know," I replied honestly.  "It's possible.  You're the most
beautiful girl in the entire world, after all."

   "But she's a proper adult.  Would she flirt with a girl my age?"

   "Your mom does," I pointed out softly, and Lucy nodded thoughtfully,
squeezing my softening prick again.

   "Hey, easy," I said, swatting her hand discreetly.  "The old man needs a
minute to recover." Lucy shot me a wickedly salacious grin and withdrew her
hand from the blanket - only to lift it to her mouth, where she greedily
sucked the creamy gobs of my cum that had covered her hand.  I blushed,
shocked by my daughter's brazen behaviour, but she merely grinned happily
and sucked the last of my jizz from her fingers.

   "You know," she said innocently, "the lady attendant was right.  I am a
lucky girl."

   We spent the rest of the flight just holding hands, enjoying each
other's company.  Finally, the plane landed and we disembarked and went to
collect our luggage.  O'Hare airport was a confusing mass of people, the
air filled with a hundred different accents and languages, but Lucy and I
drifted through the crowd, our fingers still entwined, our minds filled
with each other.  We finally grabbed our suitcases from the carousel and
made our way out to the concourse to find a cab.

   We stowed our bags in the trunk, and I climbed into the back seat next
to Lucy, giving the driver the name of the hotel.

   "Excuse me.  Can you drive quickly?" Lucy asked the driver politely,
leaning forward between the seats.

   "Quick as the law allows, miss.  You in a hurry?" he asked with a smile.

   "Yeah," Lucy replied, with a naughty-girl grin that made my heart skip.
"We just got in and we really need to go have sex."

   My mouth fell open, and I half expected the driver to pull over and call
the cops.  Instead, he just grinned at us in the rear-view mirror and
pressed his foot to the accelerator.  "Right you are, miss," he chuckled.

   In the back sear, my sweet young daughter took my hand and held it
tightly.  "I love you," she said softly, and I kissed her.

   It was going to be one hell of a vacation.



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