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Subject: {ASSM} Memories Part 3  (Mf MF inc 1st)  Rod O'Steele
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   The author relishes your comments at rod.osteele (at) yahoo (dot) com.
If you like this story, see my other stories at www.asstr.org/~osteele.



   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
you think about the most.



   Memories



   Part III





   It was Friday night and Mike was horny.  It had been years since he had
felt this way.  The long period when he was in mourning he hadn't felt
horny.  Occasionally the physical pressures built up and he masturbated,
but he hadn't felt this antsy jumpy frame of mind, this
needing-to-get-laid-horny since he was a teenager.  It was distinctly
uncomfortable.



   To have his sex drive turned on and encouraged by Sara and Cathy
energized his libido.  Then on Tuesday, Sara had gone back to sleeping in
her own bed.  It was a school night and Mike didn't feel it right to pester
his own daughter for sex.  The pressure was building up.  He had hoped that
Friday night Sara would want to have sex again.  But she had gone out
early.



   His whole body felt charged up.  He was trying to watch the TV but his
leg would start jumping, or he'd have to get up and pace around the room.
He felt silly but unable to stop it.



   The bell rang.  When he opened the door it was Samantha.  "Hi.  Sara
went out."



   "Can I come in?" Samantha asked.



   "Oh, sure," Mike said opening the door.  Mike appraised the girl as she
walked by.  `She looks good enough to eat,' he said to himself.  She was
wearing a tight top that followed every curve and highlighted her breasts.
Her skirt barely covered her ass and exposed her long legs that his eyes
followed all the way to the high heels and back up.  She had the same dark
hair and pale skin as her mother as he compared the two women.



   Samantha watched Mike's eyes, pleased that he was so obviously ogling
her.  Her mom had been right about the outfit.  Cathy and Sara had helped
her choose it.  They had helped her apply just the right amount of makeup
to make her look innocent and sexy at the same time.



   "What can I do for you, Samantha?" Mike asked.



   "Can we talk, Mike?" she asked.



   "Oh sure.  Um, maybe in the den," he said leading her.  She followed
him. He sat on the couch and Samantha sat next to him, her thigh brushing
against his.  Mike felt the electricity of the touch and was a bit
uncomfortable as it pressed his currently overactive need-sex button.



   Samantha put her hand on his thigh.  "It's kind of personal," she said.



   Mike had to exert control over himself in his state.  His eyes were
drawn to the tight top outlining her breasts.  Her nipples stood out, the
thin material doing nothing to disguise them.  Her skirt had ridden up so
high on her thighs, he wondered how come he wasn't seeing panties.  Already
driven by excess hormones, the surge of a new batch into his bloodstream
did nothing to help him gain control over himself.  In just those few
seconds he was ready to well, do anything.



   "Um, okay.  What kind of personal?" he asked.



   Her hand slid further up his thigh as she leaned into him, her face just
inches from his.  His cock throbbed and finished filling with blood
draining it from his big head.  He wanted her hand to move just a little
higher.  "It's about sex," she said.



   Mike felt like either his head or his cock was going to explode, but
something had to give.  "Maybe," his voice broke as he started the
sentence. He had to clear his throat and start again.  "Maybe you should
talk to your mom about that."



   "She can't help me with this," Samantha said.  Her hand slid an inch
higher.  "You see, I'm a virgin."



   In their planning, Cathy and Sara had to convince Samantha to start out
with this.  She had been adamant that she didn't want Mike to think she was
some inexperienced little girl.  Cathy had to persuade her that this would
be her best device to guarantee Mike wouldn't, couldn't say no.  And they
were right.



   "I need a man to make love to me, to make me a woman," Her lips were
just inches from his.  Her hand slid that last inch and bumped against his
throbbing cock, then over it.



   "Um, um, um," Mike stuttered, control of his voice gone.



   Samantha leaned in those last few inches, her lips touching his.  Her
hand squeezed his cock as her lips pressed against his, then parted as her
tongue danced in between his lips.



   Mike felt her hand on his cock and nearly jumped.  Then her tongue
teased his.  Without volition on his part, his tongue engaged hers.  All of
the lust that had been building up in him over the week burst out and
consumed him.  He threw himself against her, kissing her passionately.



   Samantha felt the change when Mike went from passive receiver to
passionate lover.  She moaned in response.  His hand found her tit,
pressing it.  His fingers teased and circled her nipple.  It sprang up hard
and Mike rolled it between his finger and thumb.



   "Make love to me, please," Samantha moaned.



   Mike grabbed the hem of her top, practically ripping it from her.  She
wore nothing under it.  His eyes locked on her shapely tits and they drew
him to them.  He kissed and sucked her orbs, her nipples hard and
distended.



   Samantha was surprised how much it affected her.  She felt it in her
loins.  She felt the heat and wetness, the emptiness that needed to be
filled.  "Ahhh," she moaned.  "I want you."



   Mike pulled back and looked at the girl.  Her face was a mask of desire.
He was ready to fuck her right here in the den, but the last shreds of
rationality said to him, `She's a virgin.  Take your time and make it
special for her.'



   He took her hand and led her into his bedroom.  Standing beside the bed,
Mike kissed her again, his hands wandering over her, touching and teasing.
Samantha pressed against him.  His hands found her skirt and he pushed it
off only to find that she wore nothing under it.  She had come to his house
in only a top and skirt.



   He pulled back and tore off his shirt and pants.  Samantha's eyes were
drawn to his cock, standing erect, red and throbbing.  "Touch it," Mike
said.



   Her hand slowly rose and her fingers wrapped around it.  Then she
gingerly started to jack it.  "That feels wonderful," Mike said.



   Samantha looked up at him and smiled.  "I've never felt one before."

   "Let's get in bed and you can feel it all you want," he said.



   They climbed into bed and Mike pulled her to him.  They kissed as his
hand wandered around her naked body, touching here and there, exciting her
with the soft touches to special places.



   He teased her tit, circling around her nipple before brushing it
lightly. Samantha gasped as his fingers trailed over the hard nipple.  Mike
kissed her again as he cupped her small breast, just a perfect handful.  He
tweaked and teased her nipples until they were hard and distended and
Samantha was moaning in pleasure.



   His hand trailed down over her soft belly and found her pussy, pressing
her legs open before he teased at her labia.  They parted and he found her
already wet with desire.  His finger spread her wetness over her, touching
all over, rubbing in a slow sensuous rhythm.  Her hips began matching the
rhythm, up and back as his finger slid the length of her pussy.  The tip
teased at her opening and she tried to get more in but he retreated and
mover up to her button, circling it before rubbing it in the same slow
rhythm.



   "Ah," Samantha moaned.  Her pussy was a molten honeypot: sweet, hot, and
sticky.



   Mike pulled her over him, his cock rubbing against her pussy as he
worked his cock back and forth.  Samantha held onto him pressing hard
matching the motion of his hips.  He pulled back until the tip of his cock
slid down and caught in the opening to her pussy.  Samantha felt it and
stopped, waiting.



   Mike waited too.  Samantha moaned in unfulfilled lust.  "Please," she
begged.



   "Push back," Mike told her.  She did, forcing the head of his cock into
her.  Mike thrust up driving his cock further into Samantha.  She moaned as
his cock filled her for the first time.  "Sit up," he said.



   Samantha tried and he helped her until she was up, his cock driving all
the way into her as she sat on his loins.  "Oh my God," she said.  "It's so
big," as she looked down to see their loins joined together.



   Mike smiled.  "Roll your hips a little.  That's it, find out what feels
good." Samantha was rolling her hips, finding out how good sex felt.



   "Oh God," she moaned as her clitoris was ground into Mike's cock.



   Mike took hold of her hips, guiding her into a more up and down motion.
Soon, Samantha was fucking herself on his cock.  Mike concentrated on
holding back, waiting for her to reach her climax to make her first time
wonderful.



   Samantha was leaning over him, her hands on his chest, her hips moving
faster and harder.



   He let go of her hips as she no longer needed his help or his urging. 
She was into this now, slapping down onto his cock.  His hands covered her
tits, teasing her hard nipples.



   "Oh yes!" Samantha moaned explosively.  "Oh God, Oh God..." in time with
her hips grinding down onto Mike.



   Mike saw she was getting close and he let his own climax come.  He felt
the boiling in his balls as his body readied to fill the girl with his cum.




   Samantha's movement became disjointed.  She threw her head back and
wailed as her climax overcame her, shuddering, her pussy clamping down and
rippling over his cock.



   Mike exploded, as gouts of cum burst up his cock and filled the girl as
her pussy convulsively tried to pull his cum deep into her.



   *****



   They lay in Mike's bed, both spent and happy.  Samantha was snuggled
into his chest as he gently stroked her sides and back.  Then it hit him.
He had just fucked his daughter's best friend and his girlfriend's
daughter. Shit.  He was in a world of hurt.



   "Samantha," he said.



   "Uh huh," she answered.



   "Samantha, we shouldn't have, well, I shouldn't have done this."



   She looked up, "Why?"



   "You're Sara's best friend.  She'll be mad at me and maybe you too," he
said.



   Samantha smiled.  "No she won't.  She helped me plan this and get ready.
She picked out my top.  The one you kept staring at."



   Mike was flabbergasted.  "She helped you?"



   "Yeah, she said you'd be perfect just like mom," Samantha said.



   "Your mom?" Mike's head was spinning.



   "Mom did my makeup." Samantha sat up cross-leg facing Mike.  "Did you
like it?" holding her face for his review and comment.



   Mike managed to keep from looking down at Samantha's on-display pussy
and concentrate on her face.  "Samantha, you are beautiful beyond compare
and sexy beyond resistance.  You don't even need makeup."



   Samantha smiled joyously.



   "Sara and Cathy know you were going to do this?" he asked still unable
to believe it.



   "Oh yeah.  God, Mike.  You don't think I'd have the courage to do this
all by myself," she said.



   "I guess not," he said.



   "I should call them," Samantha said.  Mike was stunned as Samantha
leaned over him, her pussy, redolent with sex, inches from his face as she
grabbed the phone.



   "Hi, Oh yes...  He was great...  Mom, tell Sara it worked even better,
yeah...  Hi, Sara...  Oh God, yes...  Uh huh..." She turned to Mike, "Sara
wants to know if you're done for the night?"



   "What?  I don't know," he blustered.



   "I think he's being shy," Samantha said to the phone.  She listened for
a second, then reached out and started stroking his cock.  "Nothing yet."



   Mike grabbed her hand.  "Let me have the phone." "Sara."



   "Did you have fun, Dad?" Sara asked.



   He tried to upbraid her but couldn't.  "Um, yes."



   "Cathy and I want to come over," Sara said.



   "What?  You can't," he yelled.



   "I live there," she said.



   "But, but..." he stumbled.



   "Give Samantha the phone," Sara ordered him.



   He handed it over.



   "Okay...  Really...  Oh my..." Samantha eyes Mike as she listened. 
"Okay, I'll try." She put the phone down.



   "Mike, will you kiss me.  I'm sorry for the interruption.  I'd like to
snuggle a little," she said.



   Mike lay back as the young girl snuggled in.  They were still lying
there when the front door opened quietly and two women entered.  They both
stripped in the front room and padded down the hall.  Sara eyed Cathy as
they snuck down the hall.  She still looked pretty good for an `older'
woman.  In fact, she looked sexy as hell.  Sara wondered if she'd still
look that good when she had teenage kids.  She hoped so.



   They entered Mike's bedroom.  Samantha saw them and her eyes opened
wide. Mike's head was turned the wrong way.  That changed when Cathy and
Sara climbed onto the bed.



   Mike's head whipped around to see two naked women.  "What?"



   "We're joining the party," Cathy said.



   "But, but, but," Mike stuttered.



   Cathy put her finger to his lips, "Just relax.  Let the women run
everything, just like we always do."



   Mike burst into laughter.  "Damn, but I wish you wouldn't make it so
obvious for the girls.  It's bad enough having one woman run your life. 
Three is too many."



   "You'll get used to it.  And there are compensations," Cathy said with
lifted eyebrows.



   Mike looked at Sara and Samantha, naked and in bed with him.  "I guess."



   "Daddy!  You Guess!  Okay, you're cut off," she said crossing her arms
over her chest.



   He turned to Samantha, "You?"



   "If Sara is cutting you off, I guess I have to as well."



   "Cathy?"



   "Can't go against the Girls' Union, can I?"



   "Outnumbered.  Okay, I apologize," he said.



   Sara leaned in and kissed him, "Good.  I didn't want to cut you off."
She looked at Samantha, "Tell me about it."



   "Oh God, it was great, just like you said," Samantha said.



   "Hold it," Mike interrupted.  "I suspect I am about to be dissected,
digested, and discussed in detail.  Mind if I go clean up?"



   Cathy laughed, "This is girl talk.  You're excused.  But come back
soon," she said with a lecherous look.



   "Digested, all right," Mike said as he headed for his shower.



   After his shower, Mike grabbed a bottle of bubbly from the refrigerator
and four glasses.  He shouted as he came down the hall, "Hold the
descriptions.  Here comes the victim."



   "Victim indeed."



   As he came through the door, three voices erupted, "Champagne.  Goody."



   He joined the girls on the bed, popping the cork and pouring all four a
glass.  "What are we celebrating?" asked Cathy.



   Mike paused.  "I don't know that I had one thing in mind.  Damn, I have
so much to celebrate.  Why don't we all celebrate what we want?"



   Samantha held up her glass, "To good sex." Laughter and cheers.



   Sara held up her glass, "To good incest sex." More laughter and cheers.



   Cathy held up her glass looking at Mike, "To a new life." Mike smiled as
the two daughters clinked glasses with Cathy and Mike while glancing back
and forth between them.



   Mike held up his glass, "To my new family." Dead silence.  He continued
smiling at all three.



   "Daddy?" Sara asked.



   "You always say that Cathy is like a mom," Mike told her.



   Cathy's gaze became intense.  "Did you just do what I think you did? 
This is not a subject for joking with a middle-aged woman."



   Mike smiled, "No joke.  Doesn't it make sense for you and Samantha to
move in here?"



   Cathy's face fell, "Oh." The excitement drained from the two daughters.



   "And," Mike paused for effect.  All three were looking at him intently.
"I wouldn't want any rumors of improper behavior to start among the
neighbors.  So, I think you and I ought to get married."



   Sara and Samantha squealed, trying to keep from jumping up and dancing
as they spilled most of their champagne on the bed.  They looked at Cathy.



   "Just for rumor control?" she asked.  "Don't want anyone to know you are
boffing a couple of teeny boppers?"



   "We're not teeny boppers," Sara complained.



   "Nope, not for that reason.  They'll be off at college in a couple
years. And I'll still be boffing you, frequently.  I'm trying to save your
reputation," Mike said.



   "My reputation, you horn dog," Cathy said.



   Samantha couldn't keep it in, "Mom, are you going to say yes?"



   Cathy smiled, "It wasn't a very romantic proposal."



   "But how many proposals are you going to get?" Samantha started then
froze.  "I meant, from someone like Mike.  Mom, he's perfect for you and
you know it.  And Sara and I are like sisters anyway."



   "Sara, what do you think?" Cathy asked.



   "Say yes, please," she pleaded.



   Mike had an impish smile as he waited for the answer he knew was coming.



   "It seems we have consensus; if you are serious?" Cathy asked, suddenly
very serious as she looked deeply into Mike's eyes.



   Mike nodded.



   "Then I suppose I ought to accept your generous offer to this old
woman."



   There was burst of sound from the two girls as they wrapped Cathy in
hugs, dragging her to the bed and pulling Mike in until it was a group hug,
cheers and yells and crying.



   Sara wiped away tears as she pulled Samantha with her.  "Let's go sleep
in my room.  We can talk about the wedding."



   Samantha followed Sara out leaving Cathy and Mike alone.  "Hello wife,"
he said.



   "Mike, are you sure?  I mean, this is kind of sudden."



   "Not really, Cathy.  I've just been blind for years.  As soon as I could
see again I knew you were perfect for me.  We shoulda done this years ago,"
he said.



   Cathy came into his arms, their kiss full of love and affection.  It
changed as they felt a warm naked body pressed against theirs.  Passion
took over the kiss.  Mike pressed her back onto the bed and rolled between
her legs which spread to accept her new husband to be.



   "I love you, Cathy," he said.



   Her heart leapt.  "I love you, husband," she said.



   His cock found her open and ready.  They joined for the first time as a
couple.



   Cathy felt the cotton sheets of her marriage bed under her as her soon
to be new husband entered her, took her for his own.  Mike buried his cock
into her, grinding against her in slow circles.  "Umm, yes," Cathy moaned.



   "I'm going to love having you in my bed every night," Mike said.



   "I'm going to love being here.  But don't forget, we'll have to leave
room for the girls," she said with a twinkle in her eye.  "Sara only said
she was going to share, not give you up."



   Mike started fucking into Cathy hard and fast, his mind filled with wild
images; his bed, now their bed, filled with three beautiful and sensual
women, all wanting him fucking, sucking...



   It became too much and he felt his cum boiling up.  "Take it," he cried.
"Take my cum," as it exploded out of his cock and into Cathy.



   "Yes," she cried as she felt the wetness of him filling her with his
cum. She wasn't too old for another baby, to make a real family.  "Yes,
fill me with your cum," she moaned.  A little brother for Sara and
Samantha, a brother who would look just like Mike.  "Yes."







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