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(MF/f-teen, ped, inc, bi) *** Fucking his teenage daughter was arguably the dumbest thing Greg Richardson had ever done. Not because of any looming jail sentence but on account of the fact that from that moment on, not only did his fourteen-year old nymphette monopolise his every spare moment, his wife backed her indulgence to the hilt. Fact is, watching her little girl getting screwed in all manner of innovative positions and most everywhere from the family bed to that memorable night on her father's lap in the front seat of the Voyager, turned her on big-time! Greg's health was suffering. A vitamin-enriched teenager can take it out of you no risk, but the upshot of having a young wife queued up additionally, panting in the wings, super-heated urges at the fore...Hell, we're talking cardiac arrest here! It had started that Friday night, so long ago now, when Greg had made the major mistake of passing on a simple goodnight kiss in favor of relieving his splendidly naked daughter of her virginity, whilst his wife over- saw the action with an understandably high degree of sexual anticipation. It hadn't all been smooth sailing. Like, the poor kid bled a bit, screamed a lot and for a good ten minutes or so, it was even money as to whether the neighbors had even called the constabulary, suspecting foul play afoot. In many ways it had been foul...it certainly could be described as "playing." Eventually though, the screaming had stopped, the blood settling into a holding pattern and the three-act tragedy played out to its messy but fully inevitable conclusion. Shelley's dreamy "Ohhhh, that felt soo good daddy," at its denouement, suggested that painful memories can be remarkably transient. So where did they all go from there? To Hell basically! Talk about partaking of the forbidden fruit. Following her sexual unravelling that night, young Shelley wanted the whole damn crate of apricots! She wouldn't have been too fussed where you put them either! Greg of course had opened the proverbial can of worms. Obligated to escort his wife to the heights she had just observed her daughter scale, he had quickly to restore his participating hardware to functional efficiency. Shelley it must be said, was no passive on- looker by this stage and although leaking copious amounts of her father's semen whenever she moved, was more than happy to remain provocatively naked, straddling her mother's neck and upper chest whilst Greg serviced the Mezzanine level. This tableau as you might imagine, presented each family member with several outrageously decadent options. Squirming with pleasure from her husband's attentions due south, the sight of her young daughter's spread legs, and her still rather swollen vulva discharging the occasional string of sperm from her formerly zipped and chaste little pussy, was indeed something to behold. One could almost forgive her subsequent digital exploratories which brought forth from the teenager, a stream of giggles not to mention a few gasps of trangressed innocence. Shelley herself, sitting in such a way now that she could feel her mother's breasts pressing up against her bottom, lost no time in reaching around behind her and fondling her mom's highly erect nipples with something less than embarrassed delight. Greg meanwhile was unable to wrest his eyes from that sexy little minx's naked rear-end jiggling but inches from his face. Beautifully curvacious waist as it blended in with those maturing flared hips highlighted a little lower by the most arousing of girlish clefts. As for the lust factor - at the point her compact and rounded bottom was making contact with his wife's breasts, he felt he had no option but to slip his hand in between those awesomely sexy tectonic plates and feel-up both sets of curves. Aware of her father's involvement in the general area, Shelley turned around and tossed him the hottest little smile before wriggling her bottom once more, purely for effect. Orgasmically, girls of course have the edge, being able to multiply perform seemingly without limit. Greg, being male and therefore at the more limited end of the sex-performance scale, was running on empty. His daughter, carrying within her pussy, pretty much all that he had left in terms of procreative stock, left him but a shadow of the man he had been an hour before. Still, never let it be said he wasn't up to the task. He was still staring lustfully at his daughter's hot little bum when he felt the familiar build-up and tensing, then it was "on with the show" and jerking himself into a near frenzy, he unloaded - precious little if the truth be known. Tracey wasn't complaining though, being mid-way through her own orgasmic bliss, as much of which was attributable to watching the illicit cum running out of her daughter's tight slit, as to her husband's penile contribution. Little Shelley was not denied her own thrill-a-thon either, her mom's fingering and tongued applications coming strongly into contention here. The family that plays together definitely stays together! Through sheer physical exhaustion if nothing else, the frenetic activities had reached the end of the line long before midnight even. Citing soreness of an intimate nature, together with various muscular cramps, the head of the household pleaded "no contest" and withdrew to the confines of his now somewhat stained sheets. "Poor daddy," giggled Shelley, as she slid herself under the covers beside him. "Excuse me young lady," he muttered. "What do you think you're doing? You have your own bed don't you?" "Can't I sleep here - just tonight daddy?" she pleaded. "If you promise to go to sleep sweetheart," he replied, "And for God's sake put your bra and panties back on." "Mom doesn't have hers on dad? Do I have to?" "Yes you do Shelley," he rounded on her, "Fourteen-year old girls do not sleep with their dads naked, it might lead to er, further complications..." "Oh goody," she purred, crushing herself against him. "Shelley!!" She recognised that tone and deciding against further argument, retrieved her undies and wriggled into them, deliberately taking twice as long as necessary. "Goodnight mom," she whispered, curling up into a foetal position then closing her eyes, although in reality - planning her next strategy. Problems of course were encountered the very next morning. Given the fact as Greg had earlier identified – that his daughter did not go to school, it being Saturday and all, he awoke to find a slim leg draped across his own, with the owner breathing softly but still fast asleep. "Damn it, he thought, "who needs this kind of torture?" His hand had covered but two feet maybe (not that it was in any hurry you understand) from mid-calf to the inside of her upper thigh, when those pretty little eyes opened and she smiled sweetly. "Good morning daddy," she whispered. At least that's what words she used, the eyes relayed a different message altogether. "If you want to, you can," was more their meaning. And he did want to! Fondling a fourteen-year old girl in just her bra and panties is fun at the best of times. it being your daughter and beneath the bed covers is just that much naughtier. No more than a six-inch journey and his hand closed around the soft mound beneath her panties flush between her legs. Setting up base camp there, he commenced rubbing her through the thin cotton and was rewarded immediately, both with a sexy little sigh and a discernible spreading of her legs. With the sudden realisation that his left hand was fully idle – and in a time when "full employment" was definitely called for, he introduced his hitherto unoccupied fingers to another of his favored mounds...two of them in fact. Having her breasts and nipples stimulated, concurrent with what magic was being worked between her legs, had little Shelley all at sixes and sevens. Her expression was most assuredly one of encouragement and her hips confirmed what he already suspected – that there was no chance in Hell of his even getting to brush his teeth without first fucking the daylights out of that hot teenage pussy. "Put your hand inside my panties dad," she almost begged him in a low whisper. Right that second though he was playing with her shoulder straps and in this, she reached up almost impatiently to aid him, by unhooking her front clasp. She wriggled free of the skimpy little bra as his fingers slipped beneath the leg of her panties and found a world of heat and moisture on site. It was only at this point he realised that what he had between his own legs wasn't so much an erection now as a steel rod. Nor had his boxers been successful in containing their penal captive. He was still contemplating this discovery when his daughter in milliseconds, eased herself up and over and he found himself completely straddled by a panting young female. With both hands beneath the waistband of her panties he worked them over her hips, leaving it to Shelley to wriggle free of them. Whether by accident or design, the tip of his erection was, he could feel, right at the gates! "Fuck me daddy," she whispered, her face just inches from his, those wonderful little mounds pressing into his chest. It seemed like a good idea! Compliantly, she raised her hips fractionally allowing him to take a hold of his erection which he then lined- up for re-entry. She did the rest, fully taking his breath away with her seemingly new-found skills. How hot was this? Being able now to kiss her as he thrust up into her was just sheer nirvana. Although tight as only a fourteen-year old can be, she was so naturally lubricated, he found no difficulty taking her to the max. As he neared the finish line, he felt her spreading yet further and pleading with him to penetrate her even deeper. How could a girl learn so much in just one night? It was at the point his wife woke from her slumber, inched her way across the bed and laid her hand on Shelley's naked bottom cajoling the young girl to "fuck your dad harder" that he totally lost it, and quite obviously replenished of stock overnight, he spurted a host of super-heated jism the length and breadth of that beautiful little vaginal cavity. Incest was indeed wonderful! "Are you going to fuck mom now?" she asked almost cheekily as he eased her off his chest and on to her back between both of them. "He'd better," came the distant response. "Don't want your dad getting too infatuated with your hot little body Shelley... I could get jealous." For a moment the young girl wondered if there just might be some truth in that statement. Not that she cared, "Whatever it takes" was her motto currently! Easing herself across her daughter, she felt a hand fondling her breasts rather lewdly... just the way she liked it. "You just can't get enough can you Greg?" she remarked accusingly. "What???" He said. A giggle from beneath them laid to rest the mystery of the phantom groper. "SHELL" she cried out accusingly, "That is soo naughty!" "Chill out Trace," he teased, "So what if your daughter likes playing with your tits... you weren't exactly a reluctant party sucking hers last night." Both girls gasped, although for a moment Tracey's mind was locked on video-replay as she recalled the arousing sensation of drawing-down on her daughter's erect teats and the softness beneath, that fitted so easily into the palm of her hand. Just for a second she glanced at that fresh-faced little visage resting neatly on the pillow and inclining her head, kissed the girl gently on the lips. Shelley felt a thrill go through her and putting her arms around her mother's neck, pulled her to her, prolonging the kiss, aware now that her mom's breasts were crushed up against her own. What Greg could not know was that mother and daughter now had their pussy's flush up against one another also and that had he not suddenly dragged Tracey to a supine position atop him, a whole new ball game had been on the cards. Shelley particularly was breathing hard, her emotional state on the edge once more. Substantially turned-on by the girl on girl lip-action just witnessed, Greg slid his power drill into Tracey's willing receptacle and commenced thrusting up into his wife with an enthusiasm not seen since their courting days. Tracey, for her part, was unable to relinquish the image of her little girl lying back, her breasts displayed proudly, sighing with pleasure as she had suckled her. The frenetic work-out being accorded her vaginal game-board at that moment by her husband, was no unwanted distraction either. "Fuck my pussy Greg," she whimpered, "Get me pregnant." The "p" word always did it for Greg and shifting up into fourth he took her apart. Even though they were all under the covers still, Shelley could still see the effect on her mom of Greg's inutero festivities. Between thrusts, the moans of a woman in extremis, the momentary view of her breasts being abused and mistreated, the muffled dirty talk and towards the end as his cervix-splitting incursions were causing her bottom to rise ever higher, tangible evidence that the young mother's legs were now as wide as nature would allow. What Shelley was doing to her own pussy at this juncture, doesn't bear repeating. "Yesssss Greg, love me, hold me," she pleaded. "Fuck that" he thought and just raped her senseless. Whatever – it worked a treat. Tracey's world exploded in wide screen technicolored magnificence as Greg reached the high-ground at much the same moment. If they had been underwater, it would have generated a mile-high tsunami. As for Shelley, she just felt one gigantic ripple starting somewhere around her diaphragm, which radiated out like a Mexican wave, knocking out all communications and sending her entire reproductive system into melt-down. It was that good! "I can't take much more of this girls," Greg spluttered, knowing that realistically he was on the cusp of a domestic sexual revolution...one ultimately of his own creation. Once showered and dressed, they almost looked like a normal family again. A little overly flushed perhaps but definitely close... yeah, real close! The drug-store was first up on the Saturday morning "to do" list. Having procured their daughter a couple of "morning after" pills it must be admitted that the on- going inter-family giggling did have the pharmacist scratching his head and wondering why it was, neither parent seemed too concerned about their daughter's seemingly wayward night? This was followed by a trip to the medical center whereupon Miss Richardson was duly examined and pronounced OK to start on a course of the pill. The doctor, so Shelley told them later, asked her a few "intrusive" questions...one being that "did she know she had what appeared to be a significant residue of semen well up inside her vagina?" "I just giggled dad," she told him "Then I said, 'Ohh it must have been my boyfriend while I was asleep!' He just looked at me." Fortunately, Shelley had a school hockey comp in the afternoon, so the question of further incestuous by- play was not an issue. From Greg's perspective though, watching his daughter run around the field in that short little skirt was having rather more of an effect on his libido than had been the case the previous weekend. He clutched his wife's hand even tighter. She didn't need an explanation, instead she just smiled at him knowingly. More by good luck than anything else, Greg's best buddy – Sean Taylor, well, his best drinking buddy at least, called him up shortly after dinner and invited him over to the club. Needing some time out – perhaps more than most men, he tossed on his coat and called out hopefully, "Don't wait up for me girls, as he exited stage right." "Bye daddy" Shelley called-out from the kitchen, while finishing off a plate of ice-cream. As her mind wandered to the events of the previous evening, her hand dropped abstractedly to her lap and began to apply pressure in a very naughty place. So much better than sucking your thumb used to be, she had to admit. "Poor old dad," she reflected, "As if he will be getting much sleep tonight either!" Oh, she had such plans. She rinsed the plate, then walked upstairs to talk to her mom. © Peter_Pan 2005 Other Erotic stories: http://www.lulu.com/content/166938 Published Autobiography: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry .asp?userid=PQ0lfOLCgC&isbn=1411624149&itm=1 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 39