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 Title: Sleeping Bags Ch.  02


Summary: What happens when Dad & daughter get home?


Keywords: inc,fic



   Karen and her father talked at length the days following their first
sexual encounter.  Neither was embarrassed about the affair nor were they
hesitant to express their desire for it to happen again.  They understood
the consequences and, as long as they both agreed, wanted to explore their
love for each other even further.

   Karen was old enough, at twenty, to realize she had no right to expect
her father to be her regular sexual partner.  But their experience in the
tent in the middle of the night during a weeklong bicycle tour was so
extraordinary that she felt an attraction to him beyond anything she had
ever felt with any other man.

   Now, with a total understanding of each other's feelings, she was even
more eager to pursue a relationship with her father, Richard.  He, of
course, had initial reservations about having sex with his daughter.  But
her athletic body and energetic lovemaking made it nearly impossible to
resist.

   When they dressed in the morning and he watched her put on her tight
tank top and figure hugging cycling shorts it was hard for him to pack up
the tent and get on the bike for another day of riding.  Her hair fell out
the back of her helmet and onto her shoulders, flowing gently in the wind.
As he rode next to Karen and looked over at her, he had a new appreciation
for her youth and beauty.

   They rode for the first hour or so with some occasional chatter about
the scenery.  It would be another hour before they got to the first food
stop.  They spent very little time there before getting back on the bikes
and continuing their journey.

   The day's route was highlighted by several covered bridges, some of
which required short side trips off the main route.  Karen, more than her
father, was interested in the bridges and they ended up seeing them all.

   It was the third one that offered Karen the opportunity she had been
waiting for all morning.  The little country road they traveled to get to
the bridge was bordered on each side by thick woods of maple and elm trees.
Undergrowth made the visibility into the woods difficult at best.  At
times, anything beyond thirty feet off the road was blocked from view.

   As the pair reached the crest of a small hill on a dirt road leading to
a bridge, Karen looked in both directions and saw no other bikes. 
Immediately ahead and on the right was a path carved into the woods by farm
equipment.

   "Dad.  Let's go down here," Karen said.

   Richard didn't ask his daughter why.  He thought he knew where they were
headed...or at least he hoped he knew.

   He followed Karen onto the path, which eventually fell over the side of
the hill and started down into the deepest part of the woods.  Before long,
the road behind them was out of sight.

   Karen looked back at her father, then the wooded hill behind him.

   "Let's stop here," she said, pulling her bike off to the side of the
path.

   Richard stopped behind her and got off his bike.  He waited for her to
take the lead.  She walked her bike into the woods and found a ten-foot
square patch of smooth grass and ground hugging weeds.  There, they rested
their bikes against trees.

   "I hope you have a good reason for dragging me back into these woods,"
Richard said with a smile.

   Karen was taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair, fluffing it
with her hands.  Richard couldn't help but watch her breasts shake inside
her low cut top as she tried to put her hair back in place.

   "Is sex a good enough reason?" Karen walked towards her father with a
lustful look in her eye he had never seen before.  He felt his cock begin
to push against his shorts.  Then her body was pressed against his and she
was stretching up to kiss him.

   He put his arms around her and slid his hands down her back onto her ass
as they kissed.  He pulled her up, feeling her shorts rub against the front
of his own, grinding against his cock as it hardened.  A few seconds later,
his hands were inside the back of Karen's shorts touching her cool skin. 
Richard clutched at the flesh, squeezing it in his hands and listening to
her moans as they kissed.

   Karen had wanted her father's cock ever since their first encounter in
the sleeping bags of their tent.  She placed her hand on the outside of his
shorts, easily feeling the outline of his cock through the thin material.
The young woman rubbed it with her palm.  Another two inches, she thought,
and the head would be sticking out the top of the shorts.

   "Oh, Daddy.  I want you to fuck me right here.  Now."

   "Anything you want, hon.  I'll do anything you want," Richard said.

   He put his hands at the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up,
exposing the firm breasts he tasted for the first time a couple nights
earlier.  He yanked the top over Karen's head and let the shirt fall to the
ground.

   She waited for him to admire, then lightly touch, her breasts.  Karen's
fingers touched her father's cock as she concentrated on his hands playing
with her nipples.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung slightly open
while Richard squeezed her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

   "I love that," she sighed.  "Please don't stop."

   Her father placed his mouth over her left breast at the same time that
her hand slid inside the front of his shorts and gripped his cock.  It
throbbed in her palm, extending to a full erection while she stroked it.

   Richard passionately sucked and licked her breast.  His hand pushed it
up to his lips and he wanted to devour the entire thing.  Twice they almost
lost their balance as he pressed his face against her chest and she clung
to his cock.

   Karen was losing patience.  She put both hands on the waistband of his
shorts and pushed them down to free his raging cock.  She could only reach
a little way and the shorts clung to his legs just below his ass.  Karen,
however, now had free access to the cock she loved so much and wrapped her
fingers tightly around it.

   "Please.  Fuck me, Daddy.  I want you in me," Karen said.

   Richard backed away from the breasts he was sucking and allowed his
daughter to lower his shorts while he pulled off his shirt.  This time it
was Karen's turn to stare at his body, particularly the long, hard shaft of
Richard's cock.  It pointed upward at a forty-five degree angle, begging
for attention.  She touched it again.

   "Turn around, honey," Richard told her.

   Karen smiled up at him and did as she was told.

   "Take off your shorts."

   Richard watched as his daughter gracefully pulled down her biking shorts
and stepped out of them.  Her beautiful, round ass was pale compared to her
well-tanned legs and back.  When Karen stood back up, her father stepped
forward and traced around her ass with his fingers.  Then put it in his
hands and squeezed gently.

   Karen moaned when she felt the stiffness of his cock press against first
one cheek, then the other.  She took in a deep breath as her father rested
his cock in the crack between her cheeks, letting the tip rub against her
back.

   "Lean against that tree," Richard said, nudging Karen toward a large
tree in front of her.

   The girl gladly took a couple steps forward, then leaned the rest of the
way with her palms ending up flat against the rough bark a few inches above
her head.

   "Spread your legs, honey."

   Richard's hands were on Karen's hips, pulling her toward him as she put
her legs a little more than shoulder width apart.  She arched her back to
lean against the tree and still thrust her ass back to her father.

   She could feel the moisture building around her pussy.  Her desire to be
fucked by Richard was soon to be fulfilled once again, this time in a
manner she'd never experienced before.  But she trusted him completely.

   Her father was shaking by the time he positioned his cock at the
entrance to Karen's vagina.  The sight of her smooth ass ready to cushion
his thrusts into her nearly made him ram his cock into her uncontrollably.
But he maintained enough self-control to smoothly and gently push in the
tip of his cock, then half of it.

   "Oh, God.  Daddy.  Yes," Karen sighed.

   Soon, his legs met her ass and he was completely inside her.  Richard's
balls fell against his daughter's skin and he stood still, appreciating the
wonderful feeling of being engulfed by her tight pussy.

   "Please fuck me.  Hard, Daddy.  Fuck me hard."

   Karen's fingers dug into the bark of the tree as Richard began to do
just that.  The sound of their fucking could be heard echoing in the trees
around them.  Sweat began to drip off Richard's face and onto his
daughter's back.

   Neither of them wanted to cum too quickly.  The feeling was beyond their
expectations of how good sex could be.  Karen felt as if the cock extended
halfway up her body.  Richard never had a cunt grip him as tightly as
Karen's did, despite an abundance of juices from within her.

   When her father placed his hands on her breasts, Karen reached between
her legs and began to play with her engorged clit.  She moaned with nearly
each plunge of his cock into her cunt, leaning against the tree with one
hand and manipulating her clit with the other.

   Richard squeezed her breasts roughly before concentrating on her erect
nipples.  He was learning that each tweak of the nipples brought a tighter
closing of her cunt around his cock until he couldn't be squeezed any
tighter.

   "That's it, baby," Richard said.  "Cum for me.  I want to hear you cum."

   Karen wasn't sure that she wasn't about to scream at the top of her
lungs.  This was the best sex she had ever had and was on the verge of her
most intense orgasm.  All her wishes to prolong it were being shattered by
his hands on her breasts.

   "I'm cumming, Dad.  I'm cumming."

   Karen rubbed her clit wildly and listened to the sound of her father's
legs smacking against her thighs and ass.  It was almost as if he were
spanking her.  And she loved it.

   "Oh, God.  Oh...Daddy.  Yes.  I'm cumming."

   The young woman placed both hands firmly on the tree and cried out.  The
next few seconds were lost as she began to cum.  Her father grabbed her by
the hips once more and frantically thrust his cock into her over and over.

   Karen screamed with joy as her orgasm built and climaxed, only to repeat
the process again and again.  Her legs nearly crumbled beneath her as all
her strength was put into completing another orgasm.  A tear dripped down
her cheek as she finished her last orgasm.

   Then she heard her father make a grunting noise behind her that
instantly brought her back to reality.  She squeezed her cunt as tight as
she could and absorbed the most vicious of his many hard thrusts into her.
That's when she felt the first gush of warm cum flow into her.

   "Ohhh....Karen," Richard gasped.

   Another spurt of cum entered his daughter's cunt each time he slammed
into her.  She spread her legs farther apart and tried to accept even more
of his cock, which was impossible.  Their bodies would not allow him to go
any deeper than he already was.

   Cum seeped out of her cunt and dripped slowly down the inside of her
thigh.  Still, he continued to fill her.  After the last of his cum had
flowed from his balls through his cock, it remained hard.  Richard kept it
inside his young daughter to enjoy the sensation of her cunt gripping his
shaft.

   Finally, he pulled out.  Karen nearly collapsed against the tree,
totally spent.  She turned to face her father and they kissed, Richard's
semi-rigid cock crushed between their bodies.

   "That was wonderful," Karen whispered.  "Thank you."

   "You are wonderful," her father answered.  "And you pick out wonderful
spots.  I hope you'll be keeping your eyes open."

   Karen laughed and assured him she would as they began to dress.  Moments
later they were back on the main tour amid the other three thousand riders.

   In fact, Karen did keep her eyes open and twice more during the week the
pair split from the rest of the cyclists and fucked, once behind an
abandoned barn and once next to a small stream in the woods.  Each one felt
more relaxed and natural than the one preceding it.

   At night, in the relative privacy of their tent, Karen grew fond of
taking her father in her mouth and swallowing the loads of cum he unloaded
into her, or watching him finish himself off and cum all over her breasts.

   All in all she was very glad he asked her along on the ride.

   Neither one said anything, but both of them thought about what would
happen when they got back home.  Certainly, they didn't want it to end. 
Karen was afraid of getting caught by her mother, but her father could have
eased some of her fears.  Richard suspected that if he presented the facts
to his wife in the correct way she would accept the relationship.

   Karen's parents, like most parents, lived a life their kids actually
knew little about.  Their sex lives were private from their kids and they
had desires and fantasies just like everyone else.  Richard and his wife,
Carol, used to talk about swapping with couples they socialized with, but
never had the nerve to follow through on it.  Often, Carol would tell
Richard to make believe she was the wife of another man when they made
love. Or they would mutually masturbate and watch each other, talking about
how exciting it would be if other couples were with them.

   Karen, of course, knew nothing of these things and dared not imagine
them.  She agreed to let her father talk to her mother.  Whatever happened,
he promised, would not affect them.

   Two days after they got home from the bike ride Karen still had not
talked to her father about their future.  She was going to give it another
couple days when her mother sat next to her on the couch in the evening
while they watched TV.  Richard had gone to bed.

   "Karen, honey," Carol began.  "Your Dad and I talked yesterday about the
bike ride.  It sounded like you enjoyed it."

   "Oh, I loved it." Karen couldn't tell from the sound of her Mom's voice
or the look on her face how to interpret what she said.  "I'd like to go
again."

   "That's great, dear.  It's good to see you and your Dad do things
together."

   Karen bit her lip.  "It was fun."

   They stared at the TV for what seemed an eternity.

   "Karen, he told me.  I know what you did," Carol said.

   Her daughter looked at her.  "Told you what?"

   "He told me about you and him.  The sex."

   The younger woman was shaking, nearly in tears.  "It just happened. 
I...I..."

   Carol put her hand on Karen's leg.  "It's OK baby.  It's OK."

   Karen reached out for her mother and hugged her, finally breaking down
and sobbing uncontrollably.  Carol held her firmly.

   "Honey, everything's fine.  I understand.  OK?" Carol said.

   Karen felt her mother's hand stroke her hair, pulling her head closer.
"How can you understand?"

   "Because I love both of you and I want both of you to be happy," Carol
said.  "I know that might be hard to realize, but it's the way I feel."

   "It was so...it felt so natural," Karen sobbed.

   "I know, honey.  I know."

   Karen felt the relief fill her body from the simple fact she didn't have
to hide the relationship and more.  Having her mother react the way she did
was just a bonus.  Karen allowed herself the opportunity to think for a
moment about future encounters with her father and how great they would be.

   She pulled her head away from her mother's shoulder long enough to wipe
her eyes and brush the hair away from her face.  Carol looked at the long
jersey pulled between her daughter's legs and the nipples pressed against
the fabric.  She completely understood her husband's attraction.

   "C'mon, Karen.  Let's go upstairs." Carol reached for her daughter's
hand.  Karen let her mother pull her off the couch, surprised by the
invitation.

   They walked side-by-side, Karen the taller and thinner of the two.  But
for a forty one year old woman, her body did not embarrass Carol.  She was
well proportioned with breasts that rivaled her daughter's and legs that
rose to a small ass and curvaceous hips.  Genes are a wonderful thing
sometimes.

   Karen was afraid to ask where they were headed or what they were doing.
She felt lucky getting through the "admission" stage of the affair.  She
would just let things flow for a while.

   At the top of the stairs they headed for the parents' bedroom, not
Karen's.  Carol gently nudged the door open and she and Karen entered. 
Richard was in bed with a single light on.  The covers were pulled up to
his waist, above which he was naked.

   He smiled at Karen, looking at her legs below the jersey.

   "My two favorite women.  I'm very lucky," he said.

   Carol stepped behind Karen and grabbed the bottom of the jersey.  Before
Karen had a chance to react, the shirt was being pulled over her head. 
Richard looked quickly at the small pair of panties she wore before letting
his eyes move up to her breasts.

   Karen felt a pair of hands on the panties just before they were pulled
down her legs and over her feet onto the floor.  She saw her mother stand
to the side.

   The young woman didn't know who she was on display for-her father or her
mother.  She could almost feel both pair of eyes drilling through her body.

   "Isn't she beautiful, Carol?" Richard finally said.

   "She's your daughter," Carol replied.

   Karen blushed, her legs stretched awkwardly in front of each other as
she accepted the compliment.

   In the dim light of the bedroom, Richard swung the covers off his legs,
revealing his nakedness and hardening erection.  Karen would always have
this effect on him.

   The daughter looked over at her mother, who was pulling her nightgown
over her head.  Karen had not looked at her mother in sexual terms before,
but now, in this setting, she, too, was a beautiful woman.  Karen watched
Carol pull off her panties.  At first all she could think of was, "This is
the woman I share my father with." There was jealousy.  Then there was
love.

   "Want to show your father how much we love him?" Carol asked.

   "Let's go," Karen said with a nervous smile.

   The two women walked to the bed where Richard now lay with a full hard
on.  Karen climbed on the bed and crossed over her father's legs to his
left side.  Carol sat on the edge of the bed opposite her.  Carol was the
first to reach for the man's hard cock, touching it lightly with her hand.

   She looked over at Karen, as if to say, "It's OK." The daughter, too,
touched the cock and their fingers intertwined.  Karen didn't know if her
mother used oral sex on her father, but that wasn't going to stop Karen
from doing what she liked.

   To Karen's surprise, Carol leaned forward in unison with her and their
mouths converged on Richard's cock.  They each took a side and began long,
slow licking motions up the length of the shaft.  At the tip, their lips
met and nearly formed a kiss with the cock in the middle.  Karen could feel
the juices already beginning to flow in her pussy as she and her Mom
continued servicing Richard.

   Carol licked her husband's balls when Karen took the cock into her
mouth. Richard laid his head on the pillow and shut his eyes, concentrating
on the incredible feel of his daughter's mouth wrapped around his cock and
his wife's tongue working on his balls.  His erection almost ached.  He
knew that when he came it would be long and hard.

   Both women returned to licking the cock, enjoying the sensation of their
tongues sliding across each other at points along the rigid shaft. 
Eventually, the first drop of precum oozed out of the cock's tip.  Carol
quickly lapped it up.

   Oral sex was not her method of choice with Richard during their
marriage, but she was beginning to appreciate it more and more.  Karen's
enthusiasm was catching.  And Carol couldn't ever remember seeing her
husband as hard as he was now.

   At some point in the next couple minutes it became obvious that Richard
was going to cum while the two women sucked his cock.  There wasn't going
to be any intercourse this time.  But, nobody complained.

   All the man wanted to do was cum and all the women wanted to do was make
him cum.  There wasn't room on his cock for both women's hands and their
mouths, so in the end Karen held him by the base of the cock while she and
her Mom licked him.

   He warned them of his imminent orgasm, but the force of it caught both
women by surprise.  Following a prolonged groan by Richard and furious
pumping of his cock by Karen's hand, a steady white stream of cum flew
upwards and onto Karen's forehead.  It streaked down her nose and onto her
cheek as she and Carol watched a second and third stream pour from the
cock.

   Carol attempted to lick her husband, but only managed to get her hair
and face covered in more of Richard's cum.  He came a half dozen times,
resulting in a pool of cum on the top of Karen's hand, surrounding his
cock. She used it as lubricant to force a couple more spurts out of her
father.

   By the time he was done, both women had drops of cum on their breasts
and considerably more on their faces.  Richard was too exhausted to enjoy
the sight.  He had cum hard on the bike ride with Karen, but nothing like
this.

   The women were laughing at each other and trying to decide who had more
on her as Richard's cock became limp.

   "I'll get a towel," Carol volunteered, starting to get off the bed.

   "No, wait," Karen said.  "I might have a better idea.  Don't you think
we both need showers?"

   "Well, yes.  But..." Carol said.

   "But wouldn't it be fun to shower together?"

   Carol looked at her daughter.  She wasn't prepared for this.  Once she
determined Karen was serious, Carol gave it some thought.

   "Well, I guess I could use one," Carol said.

   "And I guess I could use one," Karen said, swiping cum from one of her
breasts.

   "Who wants to go first?" Carol asked.

   "Oh, mother." Karen whined like an eight year old and took her mother's
hand.  "Come on."

   The two women walked into the master bathroom, within easy sight of
Richard, who watched their matching pair of asses the whole time.  This he
had to see, rolling out of the bed.

   Karen opened the glass door to the shower and turned on the water,
testing it a few seconds later with her arm.  The shower had a glass wall
opposite the showerhead, in addition to the glass door.  This allowed
Richard to lean against the sink and watch his wife step into the shower
with his daughter, closing the door behind her.

   Karen had already stepped under the water and let it run over her hair
and down her body.  She turned to face her mother and backed up a step. 
Karen held out both hands and pulled her mother under the water.

   Carol held her head back and let the water flow over her, pulling her
hair back with both hands.  The women stood close enough that their bodies
touched, the bottom of Karen's breasts lightly brushing against the top of
her mother's.  They looked at each other one time and hugged tightly.

   Karen sensed she was going to have to lead.  How far should she go?  She
knew she was horny beyond words after playing with her father's cock.  But
what about her mother?

   Carol watched as her daughter ran her hands over Carol's neck and
shoulders, down to her breasts.  She closed her eyes at the wonderful
feeling of her daughter's hands caressing her breasts and squeezing her
nipples.  She needed to cum, but didn't dare show it, unsure of what Karen
had in mind.

   The daughter looked for any lingering cum on her mother's body and wiped
it away with her hands.  Then she picked up a bar of soap and began
cleaning the front of Carol's body.

   When Karen's hand slid over one breast, then the other, Richard felt his
cock twitch.  He didn't believe he could get hard this quick, but as he
watched Karen move lower on Carol's body he felt it happening.

   Karen wrapped her hand with the soap around her mother's back and rested
it on her ass.  Slowly, she began gliding the soap up and down on each
cheek, using her free hand to spread the soap.  Their bodies were pushed
together now, barely enough room for water to flow between then.

   The younger woman clutched at her mother's ass and massaged the flesh,
resulting in a moan of pleasure from Carol.  Their breasts pressed
together, flattening already erect nipples.

   The lust was too much for Karen.  She was going to do it.  She was going
to have sex of some kind with her mother in this shower...or she would die.

   She brought the soap back to the front and opened enough room for her
hand to slide onto her mother's pussy.  Karen looked into her mother's eyes
as she stopped her hand directly on top of Carol's clit.

   "Oh, Karen.  Please."

   Karen moved the soap up and down one time, feeling her mother push her
ass backwards, attempting to get away from the hand.  Karen pressed harder
and rubbed it two more times.

   "Oh, oh, God," Carol sighed.

   This time her entire body moved forward, closer to Karen.  That was the
answer Karen wanted.  She ran the bar of soap over the entire length of her
mother's pussy two times, then put it back in its tray.

   Quickly, Karen placed her hand on Carol's clit.  She found it easily and
rubbed it.  Water cleared away the soap within seconds and she started a
rhythmic massaging of the entire area around the clit.

   Carol clung onto her daughter tightly, feeling her legs losing power. 
She spread them apart, mainly to give Karen easier access to her pussy, but
also to preserve her balance.  Water poured over her, but she hardly
noticed.  Her entire mind and soul was wrapped up in the hand between her
legs.

   Richard put his hand around his hardening cock.  Karen hastily looked at
him and smiled before turning back to her mother.  She had extended her
middle finger along the length of Carol's pussy and found the opening to
her cunt.  When she inserted just the tip of her finger inside her mother,
Karen felt Carol lift onto her toes.  Carol didn't come back down until her
daughter's entire finger was inside her cunt.

   "Oh, baby.  Yes."

   Their heads were side by side, their bodies close.  Karen had just
enough room to move her hand up and down inside her mother, then back onto
her clit.  Carol stiffened with anticipation as Karen worked her throbbing
clit.  She truly did not know if she could cum standing in this shower.  At
least not without hurting herself.

   Karen's next series of moves surprised everybody in the room, including
Karen.  She leaned down and sucked on her mother's breast while continuing
to rub her clit.  Karen couldn't tell which was harder-Carol's nipple or
her clit.  After spending thirty seconds licking and sucking the breast,
Karen continued down her mother's body until replacing her finger on
Carol's clit with her tongue.

   Carol felt two hands on her ass pulling her onto her daughter's face. 
And she felt Karen's entire mouth surround her clit, which bobbed up and
down as Karen's tongue played with it.  The younger woman sucked it and
licked it and put it between her lips until the clit was ready to explode.

   Carol felt her legs about to give out and leaned back against the glass
wall behind her.  Karen gripped her mother's ass tighter and held her up,
never losing touch with the clit.  When she was certain her mother was
stable again, she increased her tongue's pressure.

   "Karen.  Karen.  You're going to make me cum.  Karen."

   The daughter never let up.

   "God, honey.  Yes.  Yesss."

   Karen felt the body above her tense up.  Carol's hands gripped the back
of Karen's head.

   "Ahhh."

   Carol's orgasm burst out of her insides.  She felt the release from her
nipples to her cunt.  She cried out and heard her body slamming against the
glass wall, but was nearly unconscious of her other surroundings.  When one
wave was done, Karen's mouth produced a second and third.

   Carol thrust her body toward Karen's mouth.  Without her daughter's
hands on her ass, Carol would have slipped to the floor.  As it was, her
knees were bent and she was sliding down the wall, actually making it
easier for Karen to eat her clit and pussy.  She didn't know how many times
she had cum, but she had to get away from her daughter or she would cry.

   Another lick and another burst of energy from deep inside.  Then the
pain.  Another lick, and then the pain.

   "Karen, stop.  Oh, please.  Stop."

   Karen stopped, water cascading over her body as she sank to her hands
and knees.  Her mother sat against the wall, eyes closed.

   Karen looked over at her father.  His raging hard on looked big even
with his hand wrapped around it.  She sat on the floor of the shower and
turned to face him.  When their eyes were fully locked together, she spread
her legs open.

   Richard walked to the shower door, opened it and stepped inside.  There
simply wasn't enough room in the shower to fuck on the floor.  So Richard
reached his hands down and pulled Karen up, leaning her against the wall.

   She pushed out her hips and watched her father position his huge cock at
the entrance to her cunt.  Under the pouring water, it took him one
effortless thrust to enter her.

   Carol looked up with delight at the sight of her husband pounding his
cock into their daughter.  Had she not just experienced one of the best
orgasms of her life, she would have been hornier than hell at what she was
watching.

   Karen felt ready to cum the instant her father's cock was deep inside
her.  And after she and her Mom treated him earlier, she felt little need
to wait for him to be ready to cum again.  She was going to let herself go
without consideration for anyone else in the shower.

   Richard held his daughter by the ass and plunged his cock up into her
vagina.  As tight as she was, he barely felt her because of her own juices
flowing and the shower hammering them with water.  But Karen certainly
could feel the cock and it was driving her ever closer to a climax.

   She touched her clit one time and felt her orgasm begin.  She moved her
hand up to her breast, squeezing the nipple.  This was enough to put her
over the edge and she cried out to her father.

   Richard pumped his cock into her harder as the young woman came.  She
pushed her breast against her body and rubbed it with her palm, sending
ecstatic waves from her nipple to her cunt.  Karen pushed her hips toward
her father and tried to consume even more of his cock.

   They each grunted loudly as Karen continued to cum.  Whenever it felt as
if the orgasm was subsiding, Karen rubbed her clit and another wave came
over her.  Through it all, Richard maintained an erection big enough to let
him position his body however he needed to keep up with Karen, who was
sliding all over the shower wall.

   Karen felt the cock hit every inch of her cunt, sustaining her orgasm
for what seemed an eternity.

   When it was over, she could only lean against the wall and hope her
father held her up.  Carol stood up and put her arm around her daughter. 
Karen, Richard and Carol stood together under the shower and kissed each
other with new appreciation and love.

   Their sexual adventures fell into a pattern of once or twice a week
episodes.  Richard and Carol still felt a special bond only a marriage
could bring, but they maintained a new closeness with their daughter that
would last forever.  Karen's only concern would be bringing a potential
mate into the family.  It was something she would have to consider. 
Hopefully, he was a cyclist.


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