Kapitel 2587: @2.1
We made it home. As I escorted Rachel through the door, she slung my coat I had lent her on a decorative chair in the foyer. The dessert box she placed on the table next to the chair. I closed the door and turned to head further into the house. But I was stopped. Rachel stepped forward blocking my path and stood tall on her toes as she leant in for a kiss. A kiss I was not expecting. Her arms wrapped around me, but I remained rigid. Her tongue attempted to gain entry to my mouth, but she was denied passage so she just licked my lips instead.
I was finally able to force my body to move away from her. I was going to put my hands on her shoulders to push her away, but the way her arms were around me I couldn't get the right leverage. So I grasped her wrists and unhinged her hands and slipped them away from my shoulders.
As I stepped away from my daughter, "Rachel, I can't. I mean, we're...well, I know you don't want to acknowledge, but we're...and my wife. It's just..."
She stepped back towards me. "I've heard what you and Alice talk about. What you fantasize about."
"That's just talk. Harmless fantasies. We didn't mean for..."
"It wasn't harmless. It made me wet. I would have to leave your door and go back to the couch and finish. I would dream you...or Alice, sometimes both, would find me. Would take control and force me to orgasm. But even if nothing else happens, it was a date, right?"
I nodded, "Practice."
"Right, practice. But wouldn't a practice date still need to end with a practice kiss? How am I supposed to know whether I even do it right?" She again stood close to me and leaned in and began kissing me. I couldn't formulate a single thought outside of how great this kiss felt. All those lustful fantasies my wife had kept badgering me with. All those skimpy outfits Rachel had started wearing. Hell, all those kisses my wife had bestowed upon this beauty. Why shouldn't I be able to kiss her too?
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her even tighter to me, slightly picking her up before placing her back on her feet. When her tongue requested entry to my mouth, this time I willingly allowed access. Her tongue was licking the tops of my teeth and rubbing sensuously around my tongue, but her tongue was the invader and instigator. Mine stayed—I would say demurely, but that's not entirely true nor was passive—mostly in my own mouth.
When my hands finally drifted up, they had been placed at the base of her spine, they rubbed over her bare back and got tangled up in her straps. My hands, effectively trapped in her dress, started tugging at her dress and eventually one strap slipped down her shoulder releasing one of her breasts to the open air.
She broke the kiss, reluctantly. "One sec," she said breathlessly. "I don't want to ruin the dress." She pulled down the other strap so the dress was only staying up because of my trapped hands. "Okay. Now kneel." I did as she bade. My hands going down. Down her back. Over her ass. Down her legs. The dress following my hands to the ground. Once the dress was around her ankles, she gingerly stepped over my arms using my shoulders to steady herself and effectively stepped out of her discarded dress.
I stood up, still holding the dress. She went about untangling my hands from her dress. She then placed the dress on the same chair my coat was on. It was at this point that the vision before me clicked into place. Here was my daughter. Standing in nothing but her black thong panties, high heel shoes and the few pieces of jewelry she wore that evening.
She bashfully looked down at her feet. "I've never...Never been naked in front of a man before." She looked back up at me. "Do I...Do I look..." She was trying so hard to get the question out of her mouth. She again looked down. Unwilling to look at me if I disapproved of how she looked.
I wasn't going to let her doubt linger. I stepped up to her. I lifted her chin up to look at me. "You. Are. Absolutely. Gorgeous." This time I took the lead and leaned down to kiss her. I was not timid. I explored her mouth with my tongue. She mewled as my tongue swirled her own. Claiming her mouth like Spanish explorers had the New World. She clung to me as if I might dissipate into thin air.
We broke apart. Her hands on my forearms slid down delicately to my hands. She turned around one hand lightly in my own as she led me down the hall to my bedroom. Like a leaf on a breeze I followed her. I knew I should put an end to the night. I knew it was wrong. But I had no control over myself. I hadn't felt a lack of control over my body like this since my alcohol and gambling addiction.
As we entered my bedroom, she again turned to me and started untying my tie and slipped if out of my collar and onto the floor. We started kissing again. She started undoing my buttons on my shirt. She spun us around and gently pushed me down to sit on the bed.
She slipped the shirt off over my shoulders and off my arms. Again tossing the discarded item on the floor behind her. She quickly had my undershirt off and added to the growing pile of clothes. She proceeded to resume kissing. Running her soft hands through my sparse hairs on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, but with nothing propping us up, we fell to the bed. It dislodged Rachel's mouth as we chuckled. She got off me. I tried to stop her, but she was able to evade my grasp.
She fell to her knees and out of my view and proceeded to take my socks and shoes off. I propped myself up on elbows as I was able to just make out the top of her head. And her hands as she moved them up to my belt and began removing my trousers. I lifted up enough for her to get the pants off, but left the boxers on. I looked at her questioningly.
"Seems only fair, right? I have my panties on, you have your boxers."
"I seem to be without my shoes, though." I left the rest die on my lips.
"True." She stepped on the chest at the foot of the bed. Her short frame, at this angle, towered over me. She lifted one foot and presented it to me. I grasped her foot and unclasped the fasteners and slipped the shoe off her foot. I brought the foot to my mouth as I kissed it and rubbed her calf. We repeated the gesture with the other foot.
Still standing over me, she swayed her hips around as she slowly, seductively lowered her thong down her legs. She stood above me in all her naked glory. She was waxed bare. I licked my lips. I was ready to taste this woman. Taste my daughter. She dropped to her knees and crawled over me. If this is her first time with a partner, she instinctively knew what to do. She let her breasts drag over my supine body.
When her boobs were in my face, I couldn't lay still any more. I started sucking one while fondling the other. I would swap breasts to make sure each got their due attention. She arched her back and moaned loudly as I lavished reverence to her tits. She grabbed my head and forced them into her cleavage. I could see her eyes staring into mine.
I pulled away slightly so I could talk. "I want to taste you." She nodded and crawled up my body. Putting her knees on either side of my head, she lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. We locked yes during her body's descent. I could smell her scent and when she was in reach I stuck my tongue out to slowly lick at her folds.
She kept her distance as I licked her labia. I couldn't stand the distance so I grabbed around her waist and pulled her down to my waiting tongue. She slipped her hands into my hair as I began to devour my daughter. I was like a man dying of thirst in a desert. I was doing everything in my repertoire to get her off. When she did, she went off like a banshee. It felt like she was trying to force my head into her cunt as she rode out her orgasm. She was quiet, unlike my wife, but she was panting and moaning.
She rolled off me after her orgasm. Panting, "Oh. My. God...I've never felt...anything like that before. Ever." She lay there for a little while before she looked down at my covered crotch. Then looking back at me, "Should I...Do you want me to..."
I stroked her hair, "Only what you are comfortable with. If you don't want to, we don't..."
She placed a finger on my lips and kissed me with that finger between our lips. Pulling away, "I want to, but I've never...I may not be any good."
"It's all practice, right?" That seemed to bolster her spirit. She got out of bed and was at my feet where she slipped my boxers off leaving me just as naked as she was. She again kneeled down, but this time I didn't need to look up to figure out what she was doing. I felt my cock slip into something warm and wet. With a slight scraping where she didn't open wide enough nor wrapped her mouth around her teeth. It wasn't painful. More like a gentle scratching, that if not careful could become painful.
"Mind the teeth." I grunted.
She pulled off my dick, "Sorry." And she was back. Still there was scraping of teeth, but noticeably better. Her technique wasn't great. Eventually, at this pace I would get off, but would she be able to keep it up that long would be the biggest question. I also was wary about gripping her hair and forcing myself further down my dick.
As predicted, she had to stop. She worked her jaw trying to ease the ache out of it. She laid on top of me, my cock in between her boobs. "Am I doing anything wrong?" I shook my head. "I just thought you'd cum by now."
"You aren't doing anything wrong. It's your first time. You can't be expected to just be perfect right out of the gate," I tried to reassure her.
"Yeah, but I just wanted to show you the same thing you did for me." She had started moving her body so I was effectively sliding my cock between her tits. I was still hard and throbbing, but I wasn't about to force myself on this young virgin. Even if she wasn't my daughter.
She seemed to come to the same conclusion I was coming to. The only way I was going to get relief was inside her. I could almost see her come to that conclusion as she shifted her body. Her torso ascended from my groin while her hips moved towards my groin.
She sat down on my groin, trapping my erection beneath her pussy. She started sliding her pussy along the length of my dick getting it slick with her arousal. She was essentially masturbating me with her pussy. And it felt amazing. I closed my eyes as my arousal grew; my hands went to her hips as I "helped" her glide along my shaft. I sensed her weight leave my body and her slender hands grasped my rigid pole. I opened my eyes as I watched my daughter guide me into her waiting hole.
The feeling of entering Rachel for the first time was exquisite. She slowly descended my shaft. She would pause, take a deep breath and continue her path downwards. Until I was planted firmly and fully in her young, ripe cunt.
"Ohhhh, fuck Mark...you're soooo big. Bigger than any toy I've used. I...I gotta go slow." She lifted up slightly and then slid back. Her hands came to my chest as she slowly lifted her hips up and down. "I never...never thought...it would be this big."
"It's okay. Take your time."
Eventually, her pace quickened and I was sliding in more easily. She leaned further into me. Her magnificent tits swinging as she bucked in my lap. Her hands now gripping at the pillows on either side of my head. Her clit was grinding against the base of my cock. Her breath was coming out in labored gasps. My hands still on her hips as she rocked back and forth.
"Uhhhh...oooowwwwwww...oooaaaaaah...wwwoooooowww!," she screamed out in ecstasy. Her arms gave out and she collapsed on top of me. "So good. So good. Much better then anything..." She looked at me with concern in her eyes. "You're still hard?"
I just nodded my head.
She quickly kissed my lips and then rested her head on my shoulder. "I want you to cum. I want...I've heard Alice talking, well, not talking, I guess...you've called her a...a slut." She looked at me with trepidation. "I want to be a slut, like her, for you. I'm just not sure...I can keep this up. But I want you...want you to fill me...with your cum. Please."
I pulled her into a fiery kiss while I flipped her on her back. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my thighs right behind my ass. I never slipped from her pussy's embrace as I thrust further inside. Her back arched, as much as it could flat on her back under the weight of my body.
She looked at me, "Don't stop...don't stop fucking me...not until you cum. Okay?" I just kept hammering away. All the buildup leading to this. I wasn't going to last much longer. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as I kept fucking this young woman. this goddess...my daughter.
I quickened my pace. I was past the point of no return. But the look on her face staved off any desire to stop. Plus, her legs had pressed firmly against my buttocks so pulling out was, while not impossible, not possible. I finally erupted inside this stunning woman.
Spent, I rolled over beside her. She curled up in my arms with her head on my chest. "Thanks, Mark. For everything. Tonight was...perfect. It was everything I hoped for...fantasized about." She planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. She closed her eyes in absolute bliss.
I, on the other hand, was in complete agony. I had bouts of panic and guilt, in equal measure. I had cheated on my wife. With my daughter! How the fuck am I going to explain this? How would she ever forgive me this indiscretion?
I couldn't toss and turn, physically what with my daughter pressed up against me, but mentally my mind was racing. I couldn't kick Rachel out of bed. How would that make her feel having me fuck her and then tossed out of bed? But I didn't want Alice to find out about what happened, either. Not like this.
I don't know when it happened, but the rigors of the work day and the exertion of the sex finally won the battle and sleep was had. All I know is, at some point, I felt the bed shift as a body got in bed with me. I slowly willed my eyes to peek open. I saw, in the darkened room, the form of my wife next to me.
"Mmmm. What time is it?," I ask.
"Sorry. Night went longer than any of us really expected." She kissed my forehead. "I didn't mean to disturb you."
At the kiss, I bolted awake. Everything that had taken place the night before rushed into a clear montage. I backed away from my wife, knowing she would—and have every reason to—detest me. But I had to be honest with her. I couldn't keep this a secret.
"What's wrong?," she looked genuinely concerned.
"I fucked up. Oh, God, Alice. I fucked up." I placed my head in my hands. I couldn't bear to look at my wife. To see the look of disdain that surely was going to form. "I fucked her," I muttered in my hands.
"Fucked her? Who her? Rachel?" I merely nodded my head in my hands. I couldn't find my voice. "Look at me." I did. "You wait right here. Do. Not. Move." She left the room.
I didn't dare move. Not. A. Single. Muscle. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapped my arms around my legs and placed my head despondently in my knees. I have no idea how much time passed as I sat there. My mind racing with ideas of what my wife was going to do to me. Was she getting a gun? I knew we weren't gun owners, but anything seemed possible. Maybe she was drawing inspiration from Lorena Bobbitt?
I was quietly contemplating my fate when I heard, "Ahem," from the doorway. I glanced up and what I saw made no sense. Zero. Standing at the foot of my bed was Rachel and Alice. Rachel was standing in front and slightly to the left of Alice. She was wearing a teal babydoll top with a slit in the middle going up just below her breasts and matching lacy boyshorts panties. My wife had her hands on Rachel's shoulders. She was wearing a plunge neck lace corset in a maroon with matching thong.
"I am very disappointed, Mark. I can't believe you fucked her, Mark." Alice slipped a strap off Rachel's shoulder. She moved so she was directly behind Rachel. "You fucked her," Alice slipped the other strap off her shoulder and allowed the thin garment to fall to the ground, "without me." Wait, what?
My wife reached around and fondled Rachel's spectacular breasts. Gripping the flesh, pinching and twisting the nipples. Rachel was squirming in Alice's embrace. Alice began kissing her shoulders, her neck, behind her ears. Her hands roaming the front of her body but always gravitating towards those breasts. She paused her ministrations and intensely at me, "Since I wasn't here, I feel it's only fair you recreate what happened here."
She gently guided Rachel towards the bed. Rachel looked back at my wife, "But we started with kissing. In the foyer."
"Not to worry, Sweetie. I don't need all the details. Or in the correct order." She addressed me, "But you are definitely not in a position to help with this recreation, dear." She reached out to grasp my ankles and tugged at them. I allowed myself to be "pulled" towards these two vixens.
As I moved down the bed, I propped myself up on some pillows to watch what these two were going to do to me. If this was my punishment, I was willing to surrender myself to my fate. Rachel stated, "Well, first he licked me to my best orgasm, well until..."
"No need to give me a play-by-play rundown." She slipped a hand inside Rachel's panties. "And it seems you are wet enough. I want to see you blow my husband."
"I tried, but I'm afraid I wasn't very good at that."
"Well, then, no time like the present to practice." She led the teen on the bed between my legs. Alice lay beside me and directed my reawakened dick into my daughter's mouth. My wife softly stroked my penis where Rachel's mouth hadn't engulfed me. Rachel bobbed her head for a bit. It felt better than before, but definitely room for more improvement.
"Here. Let me show you." My wife moved on her stomach, her face inches away from Rachel's. She took my discarded cock and started to lick the length of it before putting just the tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. Only a few seconds later, she motioned Rachel to replicate her technique.
This continued for a while. Each time they traded off, Alice would keep a hand on Rachel's head pushing her down further. Listening to the sounds emanating from Rachel's throat, gauging how far she could push the young woman sharing our bed. Eventually, Rachel was able to take my entire length in her mouth and throat.
She would pull me out and gasp for air. Once she regained her breath, Alice would kiss her and lead her back to my rigid pole. At one point, Alice had Rachel lean her head sideways and open her mouth so the underside of my dick was sliding over her mouth and tongue. Rachel leaned her head the other way so their foreheads met the other's chin and used her mouth on the other side of my pulsing cock.
They got into a synchronized motion. One would go up, the other down. The one that made it to the tip would suck on my tip and then descend. It didn't take long from this treatment for my ball began to boil with the need to cum. "I'm going to..."
Quickly, Alice pushed Rachel's mouth all the way to the base of my cock. As I unloaded a torrent, "CUM!" My wife didn't let Rachel off my pulsating member as I unloaded in her mouth and down her throat. I collapsed on my back. I felt my penis finally remove itself from Rachel's mouth. And then I felt another mouth tenderly lick the remnants of my orgasm off my deflating dick.
I observed, after the dick bath my wife's tongue gave me, Alice hungrily kissing Rachel. She was stroking me with one hand and fondling Rachel's boobs with the other. Surprisingly, I was still hard. Not rock solid, but not limp and down for the count, either. With the activity in front of me and my wife stroking me, I was able to go another round.
"Now. I want to watch you two fuck. But first, I think we might just be a little over dressed. Don't you?" She got off the bed and pulled Rachel off as well. She slipped Rachel's panties off her legs. As the garment slid down her luscious legs, she picked up a leg and eased it off. Caressing each leg lovingly as she did so.
She guided Rachel back to the bed where she had her straddle me. My wife then guided me back into my daughter's tight cunt. "Stay. Don't move yet," she said as Rachel bottomed out.
I saw my wife strip off her lingerie and rummaged through her bottom drawer. The drawer where I knew she stashed her toys. She came back with a vibrating wand, which she placed on the bed. She then got behind my daughter and began fondling and kissing her. One hand went between the two women low on Rachel's back and she pressed forward causing Rachel to move. My wife began directing Rachel's movements.
Pretty soon, my wife need not continue directing Rachel as she got into the rhythm that had been set for her. So Alice picked up the wand, turned it on, and pressed it firmly against Rachel's mound and at the base of my cock. The vibrations did wonders for my dick, but Rachel had lost control of her motions as she just started twitching on top of me.
She could no longer stay upright. She crashed on top of me, trapping the wand between us. As she lay thrashing on top of me, my wife leaned over her sandwiching her between us. My wife stroked her back as she rode out her massive orgasm. Her mouth gaped open and drool started to pool on my chest.
"That's what you get for fucking my husband, slut. Is that what you wanted?," my wife whispered in her ear. Rachel just nodded her head. "In that case, I am not sure you realize this, but I can't see why you wouldn't. When Mark and I married, we made vows. Vows consisting of what's his is mine. And vice versa. Understand?" Another nod. "Good. So if you want to be Mark's slut, you have to be mine." Another nod. "And since you've cum, three times..."
Rachel put her free hand up near her face, fingers splayed out. "FIVE?!?" Another nod, but I could see a satisfied grin form on her face. "You, bitch! You are definitely going to have to start repaying your infidelities, young lady! Starting right now!"
My wife rolled over on her back and spread her legs. I gently eased Rachel off me. "So good. Can't I just lay here? So tired."
"Not now, sweetie," I adopted my wife's nickname for her, "We have to pay restitution to the lady of the house." I was able to extricate myself and get Rachel planted in front of my wife. I moved the wand out of the way and turned it off.
My wife gently stroked Rachel's hair soothingly, "Have you ever done this?" A shake of the head. "But Mark has done it to you, yes?" A nod. "Well, then you should be able to do what he did. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be wonderful," she said as she directed the young woman's mouth to her opening.
I watched in awe as this teenager went down on my wife. At first it was tentative, but the longer it went the more involved and enthusiastic she became. Having had my daughter recently impaled on me, but also having cum recently, I was still hard as granite and not quite to the point of orgasm.
My wife looked at me, "God, babe. She is licking me so good. Almost...almost as good as you." She looked at the young woman, eyes meeting, "With a little more practice, I am sure you are going to be better than even Mark. And he's been the best at oral I ever had. And trust me, sweetie, you are going to have lots of practice," she said with a nefarious upturn on her grin.
Still grinding her crotch on the teen's face and stroking her hair, she noticed me stroking my cock. "Stop that! I don't want her juices on your hand. I want them in my mouth."
I positioned myself in front of my wife while avoiding stepping on either of the women on the bed. My wife expertly swallowed my cock and began bobbing her head on my turgid rod. She knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted. She made sure I wasn't going to cum down her throat. She knew I didn't have much more left in me, but she wanted to taste every bit of what my daughter tasted like, too.
She popped me out of her mouth and directed, "I want to watch you fuck this slut...your daughter...while she makes me cum. I want us all three to cum together."
I got off the bed and pulled Rachel by the ankles so I could better position myself at her entrance. Her knees were on the chest. Alice had to move down as well, but she picked up the wand and handed it to me once I was sheathed in her warm embrace. Alice then guided Rachel back to her dripping hole.
Once I was inside my daughter once again, I placed one hand on the small of her back. The other hand dipped below her where I placed the wand on her mound again at the base of my cock and began fucking her.
The ramming of my cock pressed her face further into my wife's mound. Alice was letting us all know how good it felt having my daughter between her thighs. How frequently she wanted this to happen. How much she loved how her fantasies are playing out right in front of her. She came with a bellow as she gripped Rachel's hair tightly in both hands.
I was right behind Alice. The vibrating toy, the image of a young teen between my wife's thighs and the very thought that this was my very own daughter. My flesh and blood. I couldn't hold back the dam any longer. I burst my seed, again, into Alice's receptive twat.
Alice I don't think ever stopped climaxing. Ever since I started that wand, she was twitching and vibrating. But with my wife basically using her face to get off and me holding her in place, she had no choice but to keep riding her orgasm. I felt her juices drip down her thighs. Beneath her was a puddle of her own juices, looking as if she had pissed the bed, but knowing full well it wasn't piss.
I crawled up the bed and laid down in the middle. My wife lay exhausted on one side and, eventually, Rachel found the strength to pull herself up the other side. My wife stirred first. She rolled over me and wiggled her way down Rachel's body. Once she got into place, she began licking up the combined juices of my daughter and I.
"Too much. Too sensitive. No more, please," Rachel mumbled. But rather making any move to try to dissuade my wife, she grabbed her by the hair and kept her pressed against her well used cunt. "Mmmmmmmmm. She's licking me sooo good." She laid her head on my chest. My arm around her gently stroking her back. Once my wife had her fill, she crawled back into my waiting arm.
Their faces were mere inches apart on my chest. Alice breaks the post-orgasmic silence, "Just so you know, this can be as permanent or temporary as you want. Honestly, I hope you decide to keep this up. But if you don't want to, I will understand. But thank you for tonight, Sweetie."
"I don't think I want this to end. At least not in the foreseeable future, that is. I don't know what the future may hold, but I feel loved here. Hard to imagine only a month ago, or so, I felt like I'd never love again."
"What about me? Don't I get a say in this?"
"Oh, honey, when will you learn? Just agree with your wife." Alice gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "And daughter." My daughter gave me a kiss as well before we all drifted to sleep. The beginning of our new throuple.
Epilogue
In the months that followed, Rachel got a part-time job working at the deli. Not that she needed to, but it gave her something to do while my wife and I were at work. She continued to do the majority of the house work. Usually, leaving the yardwork and gardening for the weekend, where she and my wife would weed and garden and I would mow.
When fall arrived, she enrolled in classes. She was still undecided about her career path, but she seemed to be leaning into architecture. We all made sure that the sex, which was a frequent endeavor, never interfered with work or school. We were careful not to push her into anything she couldn't handle.
Rachel often spent her nights in bed with Alice and I, but there were times she stayed in her room. Whether it was during her periods, or Alice and I wanted some private times, or Rachel just wanted to be alone. I don't know if there will come a time where she wants to move on from this relationship we have, but I can't be naive enough to think she won't, eventually, meet a guy—or girl—she wants to spend the rest of her life with. All I know is I am grateful for being able to be a part of my daughter's (even though she still refuses to acknowledge me as her dad or father, except in some raucous fucking) life and enjoy what I have while I have it.
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