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Daughter Wife
Jim Calderon took his 18-year-old daughter to a restaurant near the end of the school year. She had just graduated a couple of months before and was not going to college right away. Instead, she was going to work for a year or two before deciding what career she wanted to follow. Jim had been searching for another job, and had a couple of interviews lined up, both of them in towns hundreds of miles away.
“I hope you get the one in Portland,” Stacy said to him as she finished up her meal and took a sip of water. “That would be a nice town to start over in.”
“Yes, Portland’s nice, though it’s more cloudy and rainy than here in California.”
“And some colder too, but I still like it, and I’m so excited about finally being able to be Mrs. Calderon.”
“At least in name.”
“We already are in every other way, aren’t we? We already have the same last name.”
“Yes baby. In every way except the legal one.”
“And no one will know that in a new city. No one will know that Jim and Stacy are father and daughter instead of Mister and Missus.”
“Well, grandparents and a few others that we’ll keep in touch with.”
“But we won’t let them know, not exactly.”
“Some of them will figure it out.”
“We’ll avoid them, or pretend.”
“I know, we’ve talked about it lots of times. It will be fun to start life over as a married couple. In a way, it would be better if we could disappear entirely.”
“I want to go with you everywhere and sleep with you and fuck you and, and everything,” she said, smiling sweetly at her father.
“And I do too. I want to watch you fucking other men, and fucking women, and I want to fuck others with you.”
“I think I can get a job at a strip club.”
“Oh,” Jim said, “that would be hot. Very hot.”
He looked into her clear blue eyes. Her face was framed by long, light brown hair with a few blond streaks. Her lips were full and sensuous and pink and her cheekbones high and her chin strong. She was leaning her elbows on the table, and her button-up top was open enough that he could see the glimmer of her white bra and the tops of her smooth breasts. He could read the lust in her eyes and smell her sweet scent across the table.
She smiled at him and didn’t move as she saw him looking down her blouse. She undid one more button and her father continued to stare at her breasts. She leaned back, tossing her long hair behind her and as she arched her back with the movement, he watched her breasts rising and looked at the place where her bra was partially exposed. She crossed her legs and he felt her foot grazing against his shin. He spread his legs and her bare foot moved to his thigh and then between his legs until it touched his cock.
She wriggled her toes in his lap until the waitress came with the check. She slid her foot slowly back down his leg and bent to put her shoe back on. He straightened himself as she got up and headed toward the exit. Her ass swayed from side to side as she walked sensuously, her mini skirt swaying high on her legs. When they got in the car the skirt rose higher, and Jim could see the tip of her white panties peeking out.
He patted her thighs, running his hand between her legs. She scooted forward so he could finger her pussy through the tiny panties and they rode to the department store she wanted to visit while he played with her wet pussy.
Stacy sat up a little in the seat and leaned toward her father. His hand came free from between her legs and she kissed him lightly on the cheek and then she snaked one of her hands between his legs, grasping his cock and rubbing it through his pants, making it hard. She unzipped his pants and undid the button of his pants and reached inside his underwear, her fingers cool and hot at the same time as she fondled his growing erection. She began slowly jacking him off as he drove.
By the time they got to the parking lot, Jim was on the verge of cumming. He found a parking spot in the shade and they both undid their seatbelts. Stacy leaned toward her father and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him lovingly as he looked around to make sure no one approached. She fondled his balls as much as she could in the cramped space and sucked furiously. In a few moments he was cumming in her mouth and she gulped it all down, swallowing his load and moaning as she inhaled his hot cum.
She raised up, her lips red and swollen and her hair in disarray. “Mmmmm, tastes good, Daddy,” she said. He could smell the cum on her breath as she brought her lips to his, and he could taste it as she opened her lips and let her tongue slide into his mouth.
She fiddled in her purse and wiped away the traces of cum, brushed her hair back and put a little more pink gloss on her lips. Once they were inside the store, she parted from him, knowing what she wanted and where it was. Jim wandered the aisles, looking at the mannequins and pictures of models and eyeballing the women shopping there. They met up again at the lingerie counter where Stacy used her credit card to pay for the purchases.
“What did you get?” Jim asked.
“Sexy outfits. For stripping, or at least for meeting other couples.”
“Are you ready for another one?”
“Yes, I got horny sitting in the restaurant talking about it. Why don’t you call that guy we just met? They sound like a pretty hot couple.”
“Oh, you mean the computer guy and his older wife?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll call him when we get home.”
When they got back from shopping, Jim kicked off his shoes, got a drink from the refrigerator, and rifled through his notes until he found the one that said, “Bi computer.” He dialed and was surprised when the phone was answered instead of his call going to voice mail. He chatted with Art for a few minutes, asking him some questions about his wife, their ages, how bi they were, what they liked to do and what their schedule was like.
“Shelly’s about 15 years older than me,” Art said, “almost old enough to be my mother, but she loves to suck cock and eat pussy. Not like my mother at all.”
“Your mother didn’t like to suck cock?”
Art laughed a little. “That’s not quite what I meant. I don’t know if my mother liked to suck cock or not. I never asked or, uh, investigated. I meant Stella isn’t ‘motherly’ at all. She’s a dynamo in bed.”
“Uh-huh, well Stacy is more than 15 years younger than me, so I guess that puts you and me in the middle, with a daughter and a mother, so to speak.”
“Sounds interesting. Does your, uh, daughter like pussy?”
“Very much. She likes everything to do with sex, or at least everything we’ve tried so far.”
“Yes, Shelly too. How about you? Do you like getting sucked by a man?”
“Oh, yeah. It feels great. Ever since my first blow job by a man I’ve been hooked. They really know how to suck cock.”
“And have you learned how to do it too?”
“Uh-huh, I’ve sucked a few.”
“Well, it sounds like we’ll have a great time, then.”
They chatted for awhile more until they finally figured out a time that would work for them to meet up. Just as Jim was hanging up, Stacy pranced back into the room.
“I tried them all on, and I can’t wait to show them off. I’m wondering about looking for that stripper job already. It feels so sexy to wear those outfits.”
“I just talked to Art. He and Shelly can come over next Sunday afternoon. He says she’s 15 years older than him, and he’s a couple of years older than I am.”
“So, she’s like, um, 50?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“That should be interesting. I’ve never thought about sex with someone that age before.”
“Art said she really likes to eat pussy.”
“Oh, that sounds good. Okay, I’ll wear one of my new outfits. I think I’ll take a couple of them down to the Dusty Miller before that and see if I can get on there.”
“As a hot young stripper.”
“Uh-huh. You can come and watch me if I get hired. I’m already wet just thinking about it.”
Stacy called and set up an audition for the club for Friday afternoon, the Friday just before Art and Shelly were going to visit. She stuffed some outfits into a bag, put on extra makeup and Jim drove her there, but he had to wait outside for her. He was told it would be about a half hour wait. He walked around and found a coffee shop and sat at the counter, watching the waitress, and when he smiled at her, she smiled back. She bent over as she poured him a refill, and his eyes were on her cleavage.
Her hair was fastened up behind her head, but Jim could see it was a shining platinum, and her face was thin and delicate, punctuated by severe red lips and light grey-green eyes. She had small upright breasts and her pink uniform was undone to the center of her chest. He stared at the upright mounds of her bra as she leaned to pour his coffee, not withdrawing from his gaze. She was smiling when his eyes went back up to her face. “It gets tips,” she said.
“Huh, oh sorry.”
“That’s all right. Some guys like the big ones. I just make do with what I’ve got, but showing tits gets bigger tips.”
“Uh-huh. Well, then do bigger tits equal bigger tips?”
“Size seems to be a preference. Guys like different sizes.”
“And girls?”
“I don’t get many tips from the girls, except the ones at the club.”
“They like girls?”
“And guys.”
“Did you ever work there? You look like you’d be popular.”
“No, I don’t like the hours and the hassle. I talk to a lot of them and they tell me what it’s like. Lots of drunks, guys so horny they can’t see straight, and managers who just want to see the cash registers jingle.”
“I see. Well, my, uh, girlfriend’s over there now for a tryout.”
“Oh? And you like that? You like having other guys look at her?”
“Yeah. She likes it and I like it, and it makes things, uh, interesting at home.”
“In bed.”
“Yes, in bed.” He stared right into her deep hazel eyes and then looked down at her name tag. “And what do you do to keep things interesting in bed, Ann?”
She laughed softly, her face lighting up. “Is that a proposition? You trying to get me into bed with you and your honey?”
“Maybe. Depends.”
“On what?”
“On your answer.”
“Is she coming over here after her tryout? I’ll decide then.”
Jim finished his coffee, looked at his watch and went back to pick up Stacy. She was standing just outside the door waiting for him. She put an arm through the crook of his elbow and he could tell by the excited expression on her face that she had scored the job. She kissed his cheek. “I start next Thursday,” she said. “Three afternoons a week, from two till six.”
“Sounds great. I might have another girl for you to fuck.”
“Really,” she said, and it was half way between a question and an exclamation.
They went back into the coffee shop and ordered sodas this time and sat at a booth. Ann came over, her hips swaying and a smile on her lips. “More coffee?” she asked, her lips parted and a gleam in her eyes.
“No, we think we’ll have the waitress special this time,” Jim said. “Two sodas and a waitress on the side.”
“So this is the little honey who’s going to be stripping next door.”
“Yeah, I start on Thursday,” Stacy said.
“You look sweet as can be,” Ann said. “Good enough to eat.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Jim said. “When do you get off?”
“I get off when I get eaten,” she said, lust seeping into her eyes.
“Well, I think we can arrange that. When does this work end?”
“Six. You can pick me up here.”
Jim went back to pick her up, leaving Ann at home with her outfits. She was dancing around the living room when he left. Ann was still on duty when Jim got there. He took a seat near the door, waved to her and waited. In a few minutes she was ready, a light jacket on her shoulders over her pink uniform with its V cleavage and short skirt. She had pulled some pins out of her hair and brushed it down straight and it shone brilliantly, long and loose and the palest shade of blond—platinum.
She looked marvelous, thin and tall and with the easy movements of a dancer. Her smooth thighs were bare on the seat next to Jim and he saw her bra again as she bent to put her purse on the floor and then she fastened the seat belt between her small breasts, outlining them and making his heart beat faster. She was quiet, closing her eyes for most of the trip, and Jim stole glances at her as he could, each glance increasing his desire for her slender body.
Stacy was in the living room when they walked in, and she seemed on the verge of trying on another outfit. She was standing with her hands on her hips wearing just her nylon panties and matching bra. “Oh, I just can’t decide,” she said.
“Too late,” Jim said. “Look who’s here.”
Ann stepped into the living room and tossed her jacket onto the couch and put a hand on Jim’s shoulder to pry off her shoes. She sat down and peeled off her low socks and lay her head back on the cushions. “Whew,” she said. “I’m exhausted.”
“How about a drink?” Jim asked.
“Sure, got any pink wine?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll go check.”
Jim left the room to get the wine and when he came back with a couple of glasses filled with ice and an open bottle of white Zinfandel on a tray, he set it down on the coffee table and smiled at his daughter, who had put on some music and was swaying to the beat, her hips moving sensuously and her eyes half closed as the rhythm overtook her young body.
“Looks good,” Ann said, taking the glass of Zinfandel from Jim and sipping it as she watched Stacy gyrating. She undid a couple of more buttons on the top of her outfit, and Jim realized it was a one-piece affair that unbuttoned to the waist. There was only one button left, but Ann stood up and stepped out of it before she got to the last one. She was wearing a white cotton bra that covered only the lower half of her breasts, and a tiny white pair of panties that clung to her slender body.
“Come a little closer,” Ann said, spreading her legs.
Stacy danced to between the outstretched legs, looking down at the beautiful slender woman with the grey-green eyes. Ann reached up and hooked Stacy’s panties in her long fingers and slid them down over her hips. Stacy stepped out of them and straddled one of Ann’s legs. Ann cupped Stacy’s pussy and rubbed between her legs before she inserted a long finger into the already wet pussy.
“Let me taste it honey,” she said, pulling Stacy down onto the couch and crawling between her legs.
Stacy opened her legs and propped her head on the arm of the sofa. Ann licked her lips and started kissing Stacy’s soft, slightly rounded belly. She ran her tongue over the soft, sparse hair of Stacy’s pussy and then ran her tongue up the wet, open slit of her pussy. Stacy shuddered as Ann’s tongue traced over her clit and then moaned as Ann’s lips sucked on her pussy lips and her tongue began working in slow, methodical sweeps over her engorged clit.
Stacy’s hips were grinding against Ann’s mouth and her platinum hair was splayed across the outspread smooth thighs as she worked her way into the teenage pussy, her fingers scrabbling over the sweaty hips and strong stomach. She inserted a finger into Stacy’s pussy and began finger fucking her in concert with her clit sucking, and Stacy’s eyes rolled back in her head.
Jim took the opportunity to shed his own clothes and rolled his fingers around his hard cock and began stroking it as he walked toward the couple on the couch. Stacy arched her back and her upraised chin put her open mouth just in line with Jim’s cock. He put his hands under her neck to adjust her position and pushed his cock into her willing mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and her lips closed around her father’s hard shaft. Just then a thrill raced through her body and she began trembling as her orgasm shook her.
She struggled with the cock in her mouth and it slipped wetly from between her pink lips as she cried out and clawed her fingers into Ann’s hair as she shook convulsively. Ann slowed her licking and plunged her tongue deep into Stacy’s pussy, wallowing her face into the wetness and relishing in the fluids being excreted.
As Stacy’s trembling grew less, Jim grinned at her and rubbed his cock against her cheek. Ann raised her head and licked her lips. “You taste delicious, sweetheart,” she said, her tongue circling her lips. She smiled and crawled forward to where her knees were pressing against Stacy’s wet pussy. She put her cheek into the hollow of Stacy’s neck and kissed her there with a soft smacking sound and then kissed her cheek and then their lips were joined and their tongues were searching for each other, and they shared the taste of pussy between them.
“Oh my, my, my,” Jim gasped. “That’s so hot, so fucking hot.” He was stroking his cock and seemed to be on the verge of cumming, but he thrust his hard cock against his daughter’s cheek and both of the women turned toward it. Stacy sucked the head of it into her mouth and then let it slip out. Ann immediately sucked it into her own mouth.
“Let’s go into the bedroom, where there’s more room,” Jim said as his cock bobbed out of Ann’s mouth.
They all disentangled themselves, and Ann peeled her panties down after swinging her legs to the floor. She then unfastened her half bra and stood up and shook her long hair over her shoulders. Stacy was already on the way to the bedroom, her bare ass swinging from side to side, all her clothes left behind. As Ann stood facing Jim and Stacy retreated, Jim saw the two of them more or less side by side. It was only then that he saw that Ann was taller than his daughter, and slimmer, with long, thin legs and small, perky breasts and a narrow waist and trim hips. Stacy wasn’t overweight, and was thin and desirable, but Ann was taller and thinner, and that made her look younger, even though she was probably at least five to eight years older.
She shook her hair one last time and smiled at Jim before turning to follow the teenager into the bedroom with the king sized bed waiting for them. Stacy was standing at the edge of the bed and Ann walked into her open arms and kissed her on the lips. The two girls turned toward Jim as he walked in, his cock erect in front of him.
“Let’s see how you suck cock,” Ann said, beckoning to Jim.
He grinned salaciously and grasped the base of his stiff cock as the two girls sat down side by side. Stacy looked up at her father and put her fingers around his cock. She slid the head of it into her mouth, caressing it with her lips and sliding her tongue around the shaft. Her mouth made wet sounds as she started sucking his cock, and her eyes closed as she relished the feel of it going into her mouth, toward her throat.
Ann reached around behind Stacy and played with her breasts as she sucked on her father’s cock. She kissed her cheeks and pinched her nipples, and then pushed her backwards, until she was on her back, her chest heaving and her lips parted. She scooted up onto the bed and Jim crawled up, his cock throbbing with desire.
“Stick it in her pussy,” Ann said, spreading the young girl’s legs. Jim raised his daughter’s legs high and shoved his cock inside her dripping wet cunt and began fucking her slowly and lovingly. Ann sucked on Stacy’s tits and trailed wet kisses down her smooth stomach until her head rested on the softly rounded mound just above her pussy. Her platinum hair was spread all around and Jim’s heart pounded as he slammed his cock in and out of his lovely young daughter’s steaming pussy.
“Give it to me,” Ann said, opening her mouth and pressing her long fingernails into Jim’s hip to move him away so his cock would come out.
Pussy was dripping from Jim’s swollen cock and Ann engulfed it in one huge swoop, taking all of his pussy-drenched cock into her open mouth until he bottomed out deep in her throat. She held his hips and let her throat surround him, moving slowly from side to side and making a low humming sound deep in her chest. Her tongue flicked along the shaft that wasn’t buried in her throat.
She held that position for as long as she could and then moved back, catching her breath through her nose and starting a furious sucking up and down on Jim’s swelling organ. She went fast and then slow, hard and then soft, and her fingers went under his balls, teasing and caressing them and cradling them and coaxing them to unleash their load into her mouth. She kept up this attack until Jim couldn’t hold back any more and his balls exploded, sending a river of cum flying into Ann’s clasping mouth.
She made low sounds and swallowed and licked. Stacy was licking at her cheeks and at Jim’s balls and wanting some of her father’s cum for herself, but Ann held on, draining every drop from the tightened balls until his cock began to shrink. Then she removed her lips, holding them together and tossed her hair over her shoulders and turned her face toward Stacy. She opened her lips to reveal gobs of cum on her tongue, and Stacy immediately clamped her lips over Ann’s and jabbed her tongue inside, scooping up all the remnants of her father’s cum.
The two women kissed and swapped cum as Jim settled back onto the bed with a sigh, massaging his deflating cock. They held each other tightly, their breasts pressing together. Stacy’s head poked over Ann’s shoulder, and her eyes locked on her father’s.
“Oh Daddy, that was wonderful,” she said, her eyes filled with love and expended lust.
“Daddy?” Ann said. “He’s your actual father?”
“Yes,” Stacy said, “but we’re really a couple, so I’m his girlfriend too.”
“Well, that’s a new one for me. I’ve never fucked a father and daughter together before.”
“But you liked it,” Jim said.
“Oh, yeah, it’s just that I, well, yeah it was hot,” she said.
“But?” Jim asked with his voice.
“No regrets. It was hot, and I wanted it. It’s just that, to continue my thought, it made me think of my mother and what it would be like to fuck her.”
“Oh wow,” Stacy said. “We’re meeting up with a couple, uh, tomorrow night, and the woman is older, like 50 I think. Would that be about the age of your mother?”
“Yeah, pretty close.”
“Why don’t you come over and you can see what it’s like with her and then, well, it might give you some ideas.”
“I’ll think about it. A couple, you said?”
“Yeah, it’s our first time with them.”
“A fivesome. That would be something else new.”
The next night Art and Shelly showed up promptly, with a bottle of wine in hand. Stacy ushered them in, and introduced them to Ann and Jim. They shared hugs all around and Jim went off to get some glasses while the others sat down. When he walked back in and handed the drinks around, Art and Shelly were sitting close together on the couch and Ann sat in the chair with Stacy at her feet. Jim sat next to Shelly, so she was sandwiched between the two men.
Shelly, though she was close to 50, was still a knockout. She wasn’t overweight at all, and was dressed all in black: a tight-fitting stretchy black top that clung to her upper body and revealed that she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra by the stiff nipples poking through, and black shorts that were just as tight and form fitting. Jim could see the camel toe of her pussy through them and could practically feel the heat emanating from between her legs.
Art was dressed in the man standard of loose fitting T shirt and knee length shorts. He was staring at Ann’s long form with her platinum hair draped over her shoulders. She looked into his eyes and then down at Stacy, who was cradled against her legs. Ann reached down and began fondling Stacy’s breasts, reaching a hand inside her unbuttoned shirt that appeared to be one of Jim’s and hung down past her waist.
Shelly, whose dark hair was cut short and curled just under her chin, turned to Jim and whispered into his ear. “He really likes blondes, and he loves to see women play with each other.”
She brought a hand up to Jim’s cheek when she said this in order to turn his face toward her so that her breath trickled softly into his ear. Her lips touched the outer surface of his ear and her tongue barely touched it. “You like that too, don’t you?”
He turned to face her and her lips were parted and moist and just inches from his. “I love it, and so does Stacy.”
“Your young girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Gosh, I guess I’m old enough to be her mother. Does that bother you?”
“I think you look great, and I’m obviously old enough to be her father, too.”
She looked at him through half lidded eyes and then backed up to get a better look at him. She studied his face and then looked over at Stacy, who had opened her shirt so Ann could massage her naked breasts. She had on only panties underneath. The two girls shared kisses and, sensing the look she was getting, Stacy looked toward the couch. She saw that Art was fixated on Ann and that Shelly was staring at her. She smiled back and returned to kissing Ann.
“She looks a lot like you, like you could be her father. Are you?”
“Would it turn you on to hear that I was?”
“I’d like to fuck you and your daughter. And Art said you like guys too, like him.”
“Do the two of you do guys together?”
“Oh yeah. He loves sucking cock, and I love getting fucked, so it works out.”
Jim was getting incredibly turned on by Shelly’s erotic talk and as he breathed in her scent his hand went to her breast. He felt the stiff nipple through the taut fabric and she turned toward him, propping her legs over his. He reached inside her top and wrangled his fingers around her bare breast, kneading it and feeling its juicy sponginess. “Feels good,” he said.
For answer she threw her arms around his neck and moved her head close to his, her lips parted and red. The tip of her tongue was visible just inside her lips and Jim moved his mouth to hers, and he immediately felt her tongue inside his mouth, probing for his. He removed his hand from her breast and put it between her legs. He could feel the heat emanating from her hot pussy and she wriggled against him, writhing her hips as he felt her pussy in his hand and her tongue in his mouth.
“Pick me up,” she whispered into his ear. “Carry me into the bedroom and fuck me.”
Jim shifted Shelly’s legs off his and stood up. He looked around at the sexually charged room. They watched as he put an arm under Shelly’s legs and she put an arm around his neck, and he picked her up in his arms, her lips nuzzling at his neck as he carried her into the bedroom. He laid her out on the bed and shucked off his clothes. She began stripping hers off as well, and she slid on her back to the edge of the bed, so her breasts were heaving in the air and her short dark hair was draped over the side of the bed.
Jim put his hands on her breasts and massaged them and tweaked the nipples. He leaned over and kissed them and sucked each one into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the hard nipples. His cock was pressed against her face and she reached to it and took it in both of her hands and brought it to her mouth. She was upside down to him as she lay on her back and he stood leaning with his hands on the bed for support. She put his cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and lashing it with her tongue.
He felt her sucking on him and watched as her body squirmed on the bed. He started fucking into her mouth, putting his hands on her cheeks to hold her steady and pushing his hips forward and back slowly and sensuously. His balls were slapping against her nose and eyes and he let all of his cock go into her mouth, hardly feeling any resistance when it slid down her throat. The angle of her throat opened it to him, but he knew she couldn’t breathe when he was bottomed out, so he pulled back and heard her gasping for breath.
When he looked around, all the others had come into the room and were shedding their clothes. Ann was already on the bed, and Stacy wasn’t far behind her. Art came up behind Jim and put his arms around him from the rear, pressing his hard cock into Jim’s ass, and moving rhythmically so it went up and down in his crack. He reached around and felt Shelly’s cheeks and Jim’s cock going into her mouth. He sat down and scooted up against the side of the bed, pressing his head beside Shelly’s.
Jim began fucking again, and this time Art put his hands around the base of Jim’s cock, feeling it slide into her mouth, and then pulling it out and moving it into his own mouth. He sucked on Jim’s cock expertly, exerting just the right amount of pressure without biting, and then guided the hard organ back into Shelly’s mouth. Her face was red from hanging upside down, and she was tiring from being mouth fucked. She scrambled up onto the bed and soon Jim and Art were beside her.
Art was fascinated by Ann and he sidled up behind her, his cock pressing into her ass. She turned her head toward him and he found her lips with his. “I wanna fuck you,” he said between breaths.
“Do you want to fuck me in the ass?” she asked, a sly grin spreading over her face.
“Oh yeah. Big time.”
“Do you ever fuck guys in the ass?”
“Uh-huh, sometimes, when they like it.”
“Well, I like it, but only if you get some lube.”
Art tapped Jim and Jim produced a tube of lube and some poppers and a couple of dildos which he kept in a drawer beside the bed. Art spread the lube over the head of his engorged cock and got back behind Ann. She raised up on her hands and knees and he reached between her legs and ran his fingers inside her pussy and then spread some more lube on her asshole. He started working on getting inside her, and Ann crooked her finger at Stacy.
“Come here baby,” she said. “Eat my pussy while he fucks my ass.”
Stacy got on her back and positioned herself under Ann, but she wasn’t high enough to reach her pussy, so she grabbed a pillow to prop herself up with and as Art started pushing his cock into Ann’s asshole, Stacy put her hands on Ann’s lovely hips and flicked her tongue against the swollen clit. Art found Ann’s sphincter and held tight as Stacy settled in to eating her pussy. Gradually, Ann’s ass expanded and Art shoved inside and held still all the way inside her asshole. He began slowly fucking her, trying to time his thrusts so Stacy could eat her at the same time.
Shelly picked up one of the dildos and spread some lube on it. She touched one of the bottles of poppers and tapped it with the dildo. “For sucking cock?” she asked.
“Uh-huh, and anything really to get off more,” Jim said, unscrewing the lid.
“Do it while I stick this up your ass.”
She took the greased up dildo and as she lay propped up on one elbow, Jim balanced on his knees and sniffed the potent poppers. His head began to swirl with the stimulation and Shelly leaned him over and began sliding the dildo up his asshole. She got it most of the way in and Jim took another sniff of poppers and she pushed and it rammed home, all the way up his ass.
Jim’s head was swimming now with the liquid stimulation and the dildo bottoming out in his ass and Shelly’s fingers toying with his balls. “You like that, don’t you baby? You like it when I fuck you in the ass?”
“Uh, oh yeah, oh, mmmmm.” Jim was incoherent with lust.
Shelly shoved the dildo deep in his ass and maneuvered herself around so her face was right in front of his upright cock. She held the cock all the way inside him and looked up at him. He took another poppers hit and she swallowed his cock, taking it all the way inside her mouth and lashing it with her tongue and working it with the suction of her mouth.
She began sucking in on his cock and fucking into his asshole at the same time, so Jim was getting fucked and sucked in synch. He reveled in the heady feel of it and kept himself high on poppers and trembled inside, barely able to keep conscious as his cock swelled inside Shelly’s mouth and the big dildo pounded into his asshole.
Ann was leaning back against Art and feeling his cock sliding in and out of her asshole while Stacy’s lips were locked onto her pussy and her tongue was working diligently around her clit. She ran her fingers through Stacy’s hair and down her cheeks.
“Eat me, oh yes, eat me honey. Eat that pussy,” she said, her voice a hoarse rasp.
“Fuck my ass good and slow baby,” she said over her shoulder. She’s gonna make me cum and I want to feel you still hard in my ass.”
As she said that, her body began to shake and she tightened her grip in Stacy’s hair. “Here it comes bitch. Here it cums.” Her body shook and her hips gyrated and wet juices flowed from her and into Stacy’s mouth. Stacy released the super sensitive clit and gobbled up the juices from the gushing pussy until Ann practically collapsed with lust.
She took a few deep breaths and leaned forward onto her elbows. Art started fucking her again, but very slowly, waiting for her to recover. Gradually, she came back to life, but she rolled over, dislodging Art’s cock from her asshole.
“Fuck my pussy,” she said, motioning Stacy toward her.
Art lifted Ann’s legs and adjusted himself to drill into her pussy, laying her legs over his shoulders. Stacy bent over Ann, and their breasts rubbed together and Stacy kissed Ann, long and slow, sticking her tongue into her mouth and running her fingers through the long platinum hair.
“I can taste my pussy in your mouth,” Ann said.
“It tastes delicious,” Stacy said.
“Yes, it does. Yummy.”
Jim’s cock was pumping into Shelly’s mouth and she was stabbing his asshole with the dildo and he started losing control. His head was in the clouds from all the poppers he’d sniffed and the feeling of the dildo drilling into him and the hot lips sucking on him pushed him to the edge and he started cumming. The white sticky gobs flew out of his cock and into Shelly’s mouth and she gulped them down, only choking a little at the first.
He shoved his cock all the way down her throat and then pulled it out and a few drops squirted onto her cheeks and lips and dribbled down her chin. She let go of the dildo and cupped her hands under his balls, squeezing every last drop from him and into her hungry mouth. Jim’s movements slowed down and he let out a deep sigh and fell forward on the bed. Shelly was in his arms, holding him and kissing him and when their lips met, Jim could taste his cum in her mouth, and she fed it to him with her tongue and remained locked in his arms, touching him and nearly purring with contentment.
Art was Jim cumming in Shelly’s mouth and he grunted and fucked faster. Stacy was feeding on Ann’s breasts now, kissing and fondling and licking and drawing them deep into her mouth and then kissing Ann on the lips and sending their tongues dancing together. Sweat was dripping off Art’s forehead and a light sheen covered his body. He made animal sounds as he fucked harder and harder, his body slapping against Ann’s, until he finally started cumming too.
He let out little shouts and whimpers and shoved himself deep inside her until his passion was spent and all his cum was inside her pussy. He made a little mewing noise and fell beside her on the bed. She lay with cum dripping from her, her belly and chest heaving. She looked over at the other couple and caught Jim’s eye.
“Come here baby. I’ve got something for you,” she said.
Jim crawled over to Ann and Art and Stacy, and Ann opened her legs to him. “Eat me,” she said. “Eat that cum out of my pussy.”
Jim looked at his daughter, wrapped in Ann’s arms, and at Art, panting beside them. Slowly he worked his way down between Ann’s long thin legs and spread them apart. He put his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly off the bed. He put his lips against the steaming pussy and smelled the cum and pussy smell. He licked the slit and the taste of it infected him. He stabbed his tongue inside and swirled it around and inhaled all the cum that was left and licked it clean.
He raised his head, his eyes red with lust and looked into Ann’s eyes. “Now kiss your daughter,” she said. Jim disentangled himself from Ann’s luscious legs and hugged his daughter to him and when their lips met and their tongues met, it was like an electric spark flowed between them. He loved her with all his heart, and he loved sharing sex with her, and the taste of cum and pussy mixed in their mouths.
A month passed and Jim got news about a new job and went to interview for it, and was beaming when he told Shelly that soon they would be starting life as Mr. and Mrs. in Portland. She was excited at the prospect, but knew she’d have to keep part of it a secret, and couldn’t have her friends come and visit. She’d make up excuses if they were passing through, or jus meet them alone away from home.
They didn’t have much family, only on Stacy’s mother’s side, and they rarely called since the divorce, and that was ten years ago. She’d let them call on her cell phone number and just not let them know the new address, not that they seemed to care. There were no brothers or sisters, and only one aunt and one uncle, who lived way back East and she couldn’t even remember what they looked like. It seemed like it would work, and they moved a month later. Stacy did tell Ann, who had come over several times, but Art and Shelly seemed to have something going on between them, and once Shelly had called and Jim had talked to her, but they had never met up with the two of them as a couple again.
After they got settled in and found the necessary stores and routes to places they needed, Stacy started looking for another stripper job. She at least had some limited experience now, and within a couple of weeks she had scored and had a schedule for weekdays and a couple of evenings during the week. The turnover was immense at strip clubs, but starting out, a girl had to take what was available.
Jim searched on the Internet for some swinger’s clubs and found an adult book store with video booths, DVDs, magazines and accessories for sale. He scoured a couple of the magazines, made some phone calls, and they were set to go to their first bisexual night on the second Friday of the month.
On a whim, Stacy called Ann to see if she could come. Ann fiddled with her schedule and finally took a Friday off and decided to drive up that Thursday. It was to be their first date as a couple, and Jim had even purchased some plain wedding bands that they had started wearing. Stacy now answered to service people as “Mrs. Calderon,” and she loved the sound of it, loved the idea of being married to her father, though that part had to remain a secret.
Ann arrived on Thursday evening exhausted, too exhausted for sex, and besides, they wanted to save up their passion for the following night. They woke up refreshed and since Jim had also taken the day off, they had a leisurely breakfast. Ann came in wearing white shorts and a loose fitting top, her hair still wet from her shower. She had a white towel wrapped around it.
“So, how are the newlyweds?” she asked, smiling.
“Just fine, Ann, or is it Aunt Ann?” Stacy answered, holding up her ring finger.
“Just Ann will do. We don’t need any more relatives in on the act.”
“The party starts at eight,” Jim said. “We’ve taken care of all the arrangements. It’s a short drive, less than half an hour.”
“And it’s bi night? Mixed men and women?”
“Yep. Should be lots of fun,” Stacy said, licking her lips and looking at Ann.
They relaxed around the house most of the day, and Jim went out to do some errands in the afternoon. By seven-thirty they were dressed and ready. Stacy had on see-through panties and bra and one of Jim’s shirts, buttoned half way up, and some flat shoes. Ann was wearing the short, skin-tight white shorts she had worn to breakfast, and a scooped neck, cropped from the bottom stretch tube top that left most of her chest and stomach exposed. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples made little dimples in the stretchy white material.
They had decided to try to stick together most of the time, though they didn’t make it a firm rule. They just knew they’d be comfortable with each other and could have a hot time even if no one else was agreeable. No need to get into any jealousy things, so they thought it better to operate as a threesome. A married couple and their bisexual lover. Jim knew they’d be a hot ticket item with two sexy women ready to fuck.
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Jim Calderon took his 18-year-old daughter to a restaurant near the end of the school year. She had just graduated a couple of months before and was not going to college right away. Instead, she was going to work for a year or two before deciding what career she wanted to follow. Jim had been searching for another job, and had a couple of interviews lined up, both of them in towns hundreds of miles away.
“I hope you get the one in Portland,” Stacy said to him as she finished up her meal and took a sip of water. “That would be a nice town to start over in.”
“Yes, Portland’s nice, though it’s more cloudy and rainy than here in California.”
“And some colder too, but I still like it, and I’m so excited about finally being able to be Mrs. Calderon.”
“At least in name.”
“We already are in every other way, aren’t we? We already have the same last name.”
“Yes baby. In every way except the legal one.”
“And no one will know that in a new city. No one will know that Jim and Stacy are father and daughter instead of Mister and Missus.”
“Well, grandparents and a few others that we’ll keep in touch with.”
“But we won’t let them know, not exactly.”
“Some of them will figure it out.”
“We’ll avoid them, or pretend.”
“I know, we’ve talked about it lots of times. It will be fun to start life over as a married couple. In a way, it would be better if we could disappear entirely.”
“I want to go with you everywhere and sleep with you and fuck you and, and everything,” she said, smiling sweetly at her father.
“And I do too. I want to watch you fucking other men, and fucking women, and I want to fuck others with you.”
“I think I can get a job at a strip club.”
“Oh,” Jim said, “that would be hot. Very hot.”
He looked into her clear blue eyes. Her face was framed by long, light brown hair with a few blond streaks. Her lips were full and sensuous and pink and her cheekbones high and her chin strong. She was leaning her elbows on the table, and her button-up top was open enough that he could see the glimmer of her white bra and the tops of her smooth breasts. He could read the lust in her eyes and smell her sweet scent across the table.
She smiled at him and didn’t move as she saw him looking down her blouse. She undid one more button and her father continued to stare at her breasts. She leaned back, tossing her long hair behind her and as she arched her back with the movement, he watched her breasts rising and looked at the place where her bra was partially exposed. She crossed her legs and he felt her foot grazing against his shin. He spread his legs and her bare foot moved to his thigh and then between his legs until it touched his cock.
She wriggled her toes in his lap until the waitress came with the check. She slid her foot slowly back down his leg and bent to put her shoe back on. He straightened himself as she got up and headed toward the exit. Her ass swayed from side to side as she walked sensuously, her mini skirt swaying high on her legs. When they got in the car the skirt rose higher, and Jim could see the tip of her white panties peeking out.
He patted her thighs, running his hand between her legs. She scooted forward so he could finger her pussy through the tiny panties and they rode to the department store she wanted to visit while he played with her wet pussy.
Stacy sat up a little in the seat and leaned toward her father. His hand came free from between her legs and she kissed him lightly on the cheek and then she snaked one of her hands between his legs, grasping his cock and rubbing it through his pants, making it hard. She unzipped his pants and undid the button of his pants and reached inside his underwear, her fingers cool and hot at the same time as she fondled his growing erection. She began slowly jacking him off as he drove.
By the time they got to the parking lot, Jim was on the verge of cumming. He found a parking spot in the shade and they both undid their seatbelts. Stacy leaned toward her father and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him lovingly as he looked around to make sure no one approached. She fondled his balls as much as she could in the cramped space and sucked furiously. In a few moments he was cumming in her mouth and she gulped it all down, swallowing his load and moaning as she inhaled his hot cum.
She raised up, her lips red and swollen and her hair in disarray. “Mmmmm, tastes good, Daddy,” she said. He could smell the cum on her breath as she brought her lips to his, and he could taste it as she opened her lips and let her tongue slide into his mouth.
She fiddled in her purse and wiped away the traces of cum, brushed her hair back and put a little more pink gloss on her lips. Once they were inside the store, she parted from him, knowing what she wanted and where it was. Jim wandered the aisles, looking at the mannequins and pictures of models and eyeballing the women shopping there. They met up again at the lingerie counter where Stacy used her credit card to pay for the purchases.
“What did you get?” Jim asked.
“Sexy outfits. For stripping, or at least for meeting other couples.”
“Are you ready for another one?”
“Yes, I got horny sitting in the restaurant talking about it. Why don’t you call that guy we just met? They sound like a pretty hot couple.”
“Oh, you mean the computer guy and his older wife?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll call him when we get home.”
When they got back from shopping, Jim kicked off his shoes, got a drink from the refrigerator, and rifled through his notes until he found the one that said, “Bi computer.” He dialed and was surprised when the phone was answered instead of his call going to voice mail. He chatted with Art for a few minutes, asking him some questions about his wife, their ages, how bi they were, what they liked to do and what their schedule was like.
“Shelly’s about 15 years older than me,” Art said, “almost old enough to be my mother, but she loves to suck cock and eat pussy. Not like my mother at all.”
“Your mother didn’t like to suck cock?”
Art laughed a little. “That’s not quite what I meant. I don’t know if my mother liked to suck cock or not. I never asked or, uh, investigated. I meant Stella isn’t ‘motherly’ at all. She’s a dynamo in bed.”
“Uh-huh, well Stacy is more than 15 years younger than me, so I guess that puts you and me in the middle, with a daughter and a mother, so to speak.”
“Sounds interesting. Does your, uh, daughter like pussy?”
“Very much. She likes everything to do with sex, or at least everything we’ve tried so far.”
“Yes, Shelly too. How about you? Do you like getting sucked by a man?”
“Oh, yeah. It feels great. Ever since my first blow job by a man I’ve been hooked. They really know how to suck cock.”
“And have you learned how to do it too?”
“Uh-huh, I’ve sucked a few.”
“Well, it sounds like we’ll have a great time, then.”
They chatted for awhile more until they finally figured out a time that would work for them to meet up. Just as Jim was hanging up, Stacy pranced back into the room.
“I tried them all on, and I can’t wait to show them off. I’m wondering about looking for that stripper job already. It feels so sexy to wear those outfits.”
“I just talked to Art. He and Shelly can come over next Sunday afternoon. He says she’s 15 years older than him, and he’s a couple of years older than I am.”
“So, she’s like, um, 50?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“That should be interesting. I’ve never thought about sex with someone that age before.”
“Art said she really likes to eat pussy.”
“Oh, that sounds good. Okay, I’ll wear one of my new outfits. I think I’ll take a couple of them down to the Dusty Miller before that and see if I can get on there.”
“As a hot young stripper.”
“Uh-huh. You can come and watch me if I get hired. I’m already wet just thinking about it.”
Stacy called and set up an audition for the club for Friday afternoon, the Friday just before Art and Shelly were going to visit. She stuffed some outfits into a bag, put on extra makeup and Jim drove her there, but he had to wait outside for her. He was told it would be about a half hour wait. He walked around and found a coffee shop and sat at the counter, watching the waitress, and when he smiled at her, she smiled back. She bent over as she poured him a refill, and his eyes were on her cleavage.
Her hair was fastened up behind her head, but Jim could see it was a shining platinum, and her face was thin and delicate, punctuated by severe red lips and light grey-green eyes. She had small upright breasts and her pink uniform was undone to the center of her chest. He stared at the upright mounds of her bra as she leaned to pour his coffee, not withdrawing from his gaze. She was smiling when his eyes went back up to her face. “It gets tips,” she said.
“Huh, oh sorry.”
“That’s all right. Some guys like the big ones. I just make do with what I’ve got, but showing tits gets bigger tips.”
“Uh-huh. Well, then do bigger tits equal bigger tips?”
“Size seems to be a preference. Guys like different sizes.”
“And girls?”
“I don’t get many tips from the girls, except the ones at the club.”
“They like girls?”
“And guys.”
“Did you ever work there? You look like you’d be popular.”
“No, I don’t like the hours and the hassle. I talk to a lot of them and they tell me what it’s like. Lots of drunks, guys so horny they can’t see straight, and managers who just want to see the cash registers jingle.”
“I see. Well, my, uh, girlfriend’s over there now for a tryout.”
“Oh? And you like that? You like having other guys look at her?”
“Yeah. She likes it and I like it, and it makes things, uh, interesting at home.”
“In bed.”
“Yes, in bed.” He stared right into her deep hazel eyes and then looked down at her name tag. “And what do you do to keep things interesting in bed, Ann?”
She laughed softly, her face lighting up. “Is that a proposition? You trying to get me into bed with you and your honey?”
“Maybe. Depends.”
“On what?”
“On your answer.”
“Is she coming over here after her tryout? I’ll decide then.”
Jim finished his coffee, looked at his watch and went back to pick up Stacy. She was standing just outside the door waiting for him. She put an arm through the crook of his elbow and he could tell by the excited expression on her face that she had scored the job. She kissed his cheek. “I start next Thursday,” she said. “Three afternoons a week, from two till six.”
“Sounds great. I might have another girl for you to fuck.”
“Really,” she said, and it was half way between a question and an exclamation.
They went back into the coffee shop and ordered sodas this time and sat at a booth. Ann came over, her hips swaying and a smile on her lips. “More coffee?” she asked, her lips parted and a gleam in her eyes.
“No, we think we’ll have the waitress special this time,” Jim said. “Two sodas and a waitress on the side.”
“So this is the little honey who’s going to be stripping next door.”
“Yeah, I start on Thursday,” Stacy said.
“You look sweet as can be,” Ann said. “Good enough to eat.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Jim said. “When do you get off?”
“I get off when I get eaten,” she said, lust seeping into her eyes.
“Well, I think we can arrange that. When does this work end?”
“Six. You can pick me up here.”
Jim went back to pick her up, leaving Ann at home with her outfits. She was dancing around the living room when he left. Ann was still on duty when Jim got there. He took a seat near the door, waved to her and waited. In a few minutes she was ready, a light jacket on her shoulders over her pink uniform with its V cleavage and short skirt. She had pulled some pins out of her hair and brushed it down straight and it shone brilliantly, long and loose and the palest shade of blond—platinum.
She looked marvelous, thin and tall and with the easy movements of a dancer. Her smooth thighs were bare on the seat next to Jim and he saw her bra again as she bent to put her purse on the floor and then she fastened the seat belt between her small breasts, outlining them and making his heart beat faster. She was quiet, closing her eyes for most of the trip, and Jim stole glances at her as he could, each glance increasing his desire for her slender body.
Stacy was in the living room when they walked in, and she seemed on the verge of trying on another outfit. She was standing with her hands on her hips wearing just her nylon panties and matching bra. “Oh, I just can’t decide,” she said.
“Too late,” Jim said. “Look who’s here.”
Ann stepped into the living room and tossed her jacket onto the couch and put a hand on Jim’s shoulder to pry off her shoes. She sat down and peeled off her low socks and lay her head back on the cushions. “Whew,” she said. “I’m exhausted.”
“How about a drink?” Jim asked.
“Sure, got any pink wine?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll go check.”
Jim left the room to get the wine and when he came back with a couple of glasses filled with ice and an open bottle of white Zinfandel on a tray, he set it down on the coffee table and smiled at his daughter, who had put on some music and was swaying to the beat, her hips moving sensuously and her eyes half closed as the rhythm overtook her young body.
“Looks good,” Ann said, taking the glass of Zinfandel from Jim and sipping it as she watched Stacy gyrating. She undid a couple of more buttons on the top of her outfit, and Jim realized it was a one-piece affair that unbuttoned to the waist. There was only one button left, but Ann stood up and stepped out of it before she got to the last one. She was wearing a white cotton bra that covered only the lower half of her breasts, and a tiny white pair of panties that clung to her slender body.
“Come a little closer,” Ann said, spreading her legs.
Stacy danced to between the outstretched legs, looking down at the beautiful slender woman with the grey-green eyes. Ann reached up and hooked Stacy’s panties in her long fingers and slid them down over her hips. Stacy stepped out of them and straddled one of Ann’s legs. Ann cupped Stacy’s pussy and rubbed between her legs before she inserted a long finger into the already wet pussy.
“Let me taste it honey,” she said, pulling Stacy down onto the couch and crawling between her legs.
Stacy opened her legs and propped her head on the arm of the sofa. Ann licked her lips and started kissing Stacy’s soft, slightly rounded belly. She ran her tongue over the soft, sparse hair of Stacy’s pussy and then ran her tongue up the wet, open slit of her pussy. Stacy shuddered as Ann’s tongue traced over her clit and then moaned as Ann’s lips sucked on her pussy lips and her tongue began working in slow, methodical sweeps over her engorged clit.
Stacy’s hips were grinding against Ann’s mouth and her platinum hair was splayed across the outspread smooth thighs as she worked her way into the teenage pussy, her fingers scrabbling over the sweaty hips and strong stomach. She inserted a finger into Stacy’s pussy and began finger fucking her in concert with her clit sucking, and Stacy’s eyes rolled back in her head.
Jim took the opportunity to shed his own clothes and rolled his fingers around his hard cock and began stroking it as he walked toward the couple on the couch. Stacy arched her back and her upraised chin put her open mouth just in line with Jim’s cock. He put his hands under her neck to adjust her position and pushed his cock into her willing mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and her lips closed around her father’s hard shaft. Just then a thrill raced through her body and she began trembling as her orgasm shook her.
She struggled with the cock in her mouth and it slipped wetly from between her pink lips as she cried out and clawed her fingers into Ann’s hair as she shook convulsively. Ann slowed her licking and plunged her tongue deep into Stacy’s pussy, wallowing her face into the wetness and relishing in the fluids being excreted.
As Stacy’s trembling grew less, Jim grinned at her and rubbed his cock against her cheek. Ann raised her head and licked her lips. “You taste delicious, sweetheart,” she said, her tongue circling her lips. She smiled and crawled forward to where her knees were pressing against Stacy’s wet pussy. She put her cheek into the hollow of Stacy’s neck and kissed her there with a soft smacking sound and then kissed her cheek and then their lips were joined and their tongues were searching for each other, and they shared the taste of pussy between them.
“Oh my, my, my,” Jim gasped. “That’s so hot, so fucking hot.” He was stroking his cock and seemed to be on the verge of cumming, but he thrust his hard cock against his daughter’s cheek and both of the women turned toward it. Stacy sucked the head of it into her mouth and then let it slip out. Ann immediately sucked it into her own mouth.
“Let’s go into the bedroom, where there’s more room,” Jim said as his cock bobbed out of Ann’s mouth.
They all disentangled themselves, and Ann peeled her panties down after swinging her legs to the floor. She then unfastened her half bra and stood up and shook her long hair over her shoulders. Stacy was already on the way to the bedroom, her bare ass swinging from side to side, all her clothes left behind. As Ann stood facing Jim and Stacy retreated, Jim saw the two of them more or less side by side. It was only then that he saw that Ann was taller than his daughter, and slimmer, with long, thin legs and small, perky breasts and a narrow waist and trim hips. Stacy wasn’t overweight, and was thin and desirable, but Ann was taller and thinner, and that made her look younger, even though she was probably at least five to eight years older.
She shook her hair one last time and smiled at Jim before turning to follow the teenager into the bedroom with the king sized bed waiting for them. Stacy was standing at the edge of the bed and Ann walked into her open arms and kissed her on the lips. The two girls turned toward Jim as he walked in, his cock erect in front of him.
“Let’s see how you suck cock,” Ann said, beckoning to Jim.
He grinned salaciously and grasped the base of his stiff cock as the two girls sat down side by side. Stacy looked up at her father and put her fingers around his cock. She slid the head of it into her mouth, caressing it with her lips and sliding her tongue around the shaft. Her mouth made wet sounds as she started sucking his cock, and her eyes closed as she relished the feel of it going into her mouth, toward her throat.
Ann reached around behind Stacy and played with her breasts as she sucked on her father’s cock. She kissed her cheeks and pinched her nipples, and then pushed her backwards, until she was on her back, her chest heaving and her lips parted. She scooted up onto the bed and Jim crawled up, his cock throbbing with desire.
“Stick it in her pussy,” Ann said, spreading the young girl’s legs. Jim raised his daughter’s legs high and shoved his cock inside her dripping wet cunt and began fucking her slowly and lovingly. Ann sucked on Stacy’s tits and trailed wet kisses down her smooth stomach until her head rested on the softly rounded mound just above her pussy. Her platinum hair was spread all around and Jim’s heart pounded as he slammed his cock in and out of his lovely young daughter’s steaming pussy.
“Give it to me,” Ann said, opening her mouth and pressing her long fingernails into Jim’s hip to move him away so his cock would come out.
Pussy was dripping from Jim’s swollen cock and Ann engulfed it in one huge swoop, taking all of his pussy-drenched cock into her open mouth until he bottomed out deep in her throat. She held his hips and let her throat surround him, moving slowly from side to side and making a low humming sound deep in her chest. Her tongue flicked along the shaft that wasn’t buried in her throat.
She held that position for as long as she could and then moved back, catching her breath through her nose and starting a furious sucking up and down on Jim’s swelling organ. She went fast and then slow, hard and then soft, and her fingers went under his balls, teasing and caressing them and cradling them and coaxing them to unleash their load into her mouth. She kept up this attack until Jim couldn’t hold back any more and his balls exploded, sending a river of cum flying into Ann’s clasping mouth.
She made low sounds and swallowed and licked. Stacy was licking at her cheeks and at Jim’s balls and wanting some of her father’s cum for herself, but Ann held on, draining every drop from the tightened balls until his cock began to shrink. Then she removed her lips, holding them together and tossed her hair over her shoulders and turned her face toward Stacy. She opened her lips to reveal gobs of cum on her tongue, and Stacy immediately clamped her lips over Ann’s and jabbed her tongue inside, scooping up all the remnants of her father’s cum.
The two women kissed and swapped cum as Jim settled back onto the bed with a sigh, massaging his deflating cock. They held each other tightly, their breasts pressing together. Stacy’s head poked over Ann’s shoulder, and her eyes locked on her father’s.
“Oh Daddy, that was wonderful,” she said, her eyes filled with love and expended lust.
“Daddy?” Ann said. “He’s your actual father?”
“Yes,” Stacy said, “but we’re really a couple, so I’m his girlfriend too.”
“Well, that’s a new one for me. I’ve never fucked a father and daughter together before.”
“But you liked it,” Jim said.
“Oh, yeah, it’s just that I, well, yeah it was hot,” she said.
“But?” Jim asked with his voice.
“No regrets. It was hot, and I wanted it. It’s just that, to continue my thought, it made me think of my mother and what it would be like to fuck her.”
“Oh wow,” Stacy said. “We’re meeting up with a couple, uh, tomorrow night, and the woman is older, like 50 I think. Would that be about the age of your mother?”
“Yeah, pretty close.”
“Why don’t you come over and you can see what it’s like with her and then, well, it might give you some ideas.”
“I’ll think about it. A couple, you said?”
“Yeah, it’s our first time with them.”
“A fivesome. That would be something else new.”
The next night Art and Shelly showed up promptly, with a bottle of wine in hand. Stacy ushered them in, and introduced them to Ann and Jim. They shared hugs all around and Jim went off to get some glasses while the others sat down. When he walked back in and handed the drinks around, Art and Shelly were sitting close together on the couch and Ann sat in the chair with Stacy at her feet. Jim sat next to Shelly, so she was sandwiched between the two men.
Shelly, though she was close to 50, was still a knockout. She wasn’t overweight at all, and was dressed all in black: a tight-fitting stretchy black top that clung to her upper body and revealed that she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra by the stiff nipples poking through, and black shorts that were just as tight and form fitting. Jim could see the camel toe of her pussy through them and could practically feel the heat emanating from between her legs.
Art was dressed in the man standard of loose fitting T shirt and knee length shorts. He was staring at Ann’s long form with her platinum hair draped over her shoulders. She looked into his eyes and then down at Stacy, who was cradled against her legs. Ann reached down and began fondling Stacy’s breasts, reaching a hand inside her unbuttoned shirt that appeared to be one of Jim’s and hung down past her waist.
Shelly, whose dark hair was cut short and curled just under her chin, turned to Jim and whispered into his ear. “He really likes blondes, and he loves to see women play with each other.”
She brought a hand up to Jim’s cheek when she said this in order to turn his face toward her so that her breath trickled softly into his ear. Her lips touched the outer surface of his ear and her tongue barely touched it. “You like that too, don’t you?”
He turned to face her and her lips were parted and moist and just inches from his. “I love it, and so does Stacy.”
“Your young girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Gosh, I guess I’m old enough to be her mother. Does that bother you?”
“I think you look great, and I’m obviously old enough to be her father, too.”
She looked at him through half lidded eyes and then backed up to get a better look at him. She studied his face and then looked over at Stacy, who had opened her shirt so Ann could massage her naked breasts. She had on only panties underneath. The two girls shared kisses and, sensing the look she was getting, Stacy looked toward the couch. She saw that Art was fixated on Ann and that Shelly was staring at her. She smiled back and returned to kissing Ann.
“She looks a lot like you, like you could be her father. Are you?”
“Would it turn you on to hear that I was?”
“I’d like to fuck you and your daughter. And Art said you like guys too, like him.”
“Do the two of you do guys together?”
“Oh yeah. He loves sucking cock, and I love getting fucked, so it works out.”
Jim was getting incredibly turned on by Shelly’s erotic talk and as he breathed in her scent his hand went to her breast. He felt the stiff nipple through the taut fabric and she turned toward him, propping her legs over his. He reached inside her top and wrangled his fingers around her bare breast, kneading it and feeling its juicy sponginess. “Feels good,” he said.
For answer she threw her arms around his neck and moved her head close to his, her lips parted and red. The tip of her tongue was visible just inside her lips and Jim moved his mouth to hers, and he immediately felt her tongue inside his mouth, probing for his. He removed his hand from her breast and put it between her legs. He could feel the heat emanating from her hot pussy and she wriggled against him, writhing her hips as he felt her pussy in his hand and her tongue in his mouth.
“Pick me up,” she whispered into his ear. “Carry me into the bedroom and fuck me.”
Jim shifted Shelly’s legs off his and stood up. He looked around at the sexually charged room. They watched as he put an arm under Shelly’s legs and she put an arm around his neck, and he picked her up in his arms, her lips nuzzling at his neck as he carried her into the bedroom. He laid her out on the bed and shucked off his clothes. She began stripping hers off as well, and she slid on her back to the edge of the bed, so her breasts were heaving in the air and her short dark hair was draped over the side of the bed.
Jim put his hands on her breasts and massaged them and tweaked the nipples. He leaned over and kissed them and sucked each one into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the hard nipples. His cock was pressed against her face and she reached to it and took it in both of her hands and brought it to her mouth. She was upside down to him as she lay on her back and he stood leaning with his hands on the bed for support. She put his cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and lashing it with her tongue.
He felt her sucking on him and watched as her body squirmed on the bed. He started fucking into her mouth, putting his hands on her cheeks to hold her steady and pushing his hips forward and back slowly and sensuously. His balls were slapping against her nose and eyes and he let all of his cock go into her mouth, hardly feeling any resistance when it slid down her throat. The angle of her throat opened it to him, but he knew she couldn’t breathe when he was bottomed out, so he pulled back and heard her gasping for breath.
When he looked around, all the others had come into the room and were shedding their clothes. Ann was already on the bed, and Stacy wasn’t far behind her. Art came up behind Jim and put his arms around him from the rear, pressing his hard cock into Jim’s ass, and moving rhythmically so it went up and down in his crack. He reached around and felt Shelly’s cheeks and Jim’s cock going into her mouth. He sat down and scooted up against the side of the bed, pressing his head beside Shelly’s.
Jim began fucking again, and this time Art put his hands around the base of Jim’s cock, feeling it slide into her mouth, and then pulling it out and moving it into his own mouth. He sucked on Jim’s cock expertly, exerting just the right amount of pressure without biting, and then guided the hard organ back into Shelly’s mouth. Her face was red from hanging upside down, and she was tiring from being mouth fucked. She scrambled up onto the bed and soon Jim and Art were beside her.
Art was fascinated by Ann and he sidled up behind her, his cock pressing into her ass. She turned her head toward him and he found her lips with his. “I wanna fuck you,” he said between breaths.
“Do you want to fuck me in the ass?” she asked, a sly grin spreading over her face.
“Oh yeah. Big time.”
“Do you ever fuck guys in the ass?”
“Uh-huh, sometimes, when they like it.”
“Well, I like it, but only if you get some lube.”
Art tapped Jim and Jim produced a tube of lube and some poppers and a couple of dildos which he kept in a drawer beside the bed. Art spread the lube over the head of his engorged cock and got back behind Ann. She raised up on her hands and knees and he reached between her legs and ran his fingers inside her pussy and then spread some more lube on her asshole. He started working on getting inside her, and Ann crooked her finger at Stacy.
“Come here baby,” she said. “Eat my pussy while he fucks my ass.”
Stacy got on her back and positioned herself under Ann, but she wasn’t high enough to reach her pussy, so she grabbed a pillow to prop herself up with and as Art started pushing his cock into Ann’s asshole, Stacy put her hands on Ann’s lovely hips and flicked her tongue against the swollen clit. Art found Ann’s sphincter and held tight as Stacy settled in to eating her pussy. Gradually, Ann’s ass expanded and Art shoved inside and held still all the way inside her asshole. He began slowly fucking her, trying to time his thrusts so Stacy could eat her at the same time.
Shelly picked up one of the dildos and spread some lube on it. She touched one of the bottles of poppers and tapped it with the dildo. “For sucking cock?” she asked.
“Uh-huh, and anything really to get off more,” Jim said, unscrewing the lid.
“Do it while I stick this up your ass.”
She took the greased up dildo and as she lay propped up on one elbow, Jim balanced on his knees and sniffed the potent poppers. His head began to swirl with the stimulation and Shelly leaned him over and began sliding the dildo up his asshole. She got it most of the way in and Jim took another sniff of poppers and she pushed and it rammed home, all the way up his ass.
Jim’s head was swimming now with the liquid stimulation and the dildo bottoming out in his ass and Shelly’s fingers toying with his balls. “You like that, don’t you baby? You like it when I fuck you in the ass?”
“Uh, oh yeah, oh, mmmmm.” Jim was incoherent with lust.
Shelly shoved the dildo deep in his ass and maneuvered herself around so her face was right in front of his upright cock. She held the cock all the way inside him and looked up at him. He took another poppers hit and she swallowed his cock, taking it all the way inside her mouth and lashing it with her tongue and working it with the suction of her mouth.
She began sucking in on his cock and fucking into his asshole at the same time, so Jim was getting fucked and sucked in synch. He reveled in the heady feel of it and kept himself high on poppers and trembled inside, barely able to keep conscious as his cock swelled inside Shelly’s mouth and the big dildo pounded into his asshole.
Ann was leaning back against Art and feeling his cock sliding in and out of her asshole while Stacy’s lips were locked onto her pussy and her tongue was working diligently around her clit. She ran her fingers through Stacy’s hair and down her cheeks.
“Eat me, oh yes, eat me honey. Eat that pussy,” she said, her voice a hoarse rasp.
“Fuck my ass good and slow baby,” she said over her shoulder. She’s gonna make me cum and I want to feel you still hard in my ass.”
As she said that, her body began to shake and she tightened her grip in Stacy’s hair. “Here it comes bitch. Here it cums.” Her body shook and her hips gyrated and wet juices flowed from her and into Stacy’s mouth. Stacy released the super sensitive clit and gobbled up the juices from the gushing pussy until Ann practically collapsed with lust.
She took a few deep breaths and leaned forward onto her elbows. Art started fucking her again, but very slowly, waiting for her to recover. Gradually, she came back to life, but she rolled over, dislodging Art’s cock from her asshole.
“Fuck my pussy,” she said, motioning Stacy toward her.
Art lifted Ann’s legs and adjusted himself to drill into her pussy, laying her legs over his shoulders. Stacy bent over Ann, and their breasts rubbed together and Stacy kissed Ann, long and slow, sticking her tongue into her mouth and running her fingers through the long platinum hair.
“I can taste my pussy in your mouth,” Ann said.
“It tastes delicious,” Stacy said.
“Yes, it does. Yummy.”
Jim’s cock was pumping into Shelly’s mouth and she was stabbing his asshole with the dildo and he started losing control. His head was in the clouds from all the poppers he’d sniffed and the feeling of the dildo drilling into him and the hot lips sucking on him pushed him to the edge and he started cumming. The white sticky gobs flew out of his cock and into Shelly’s mouth and she gulped them down, only choking a little at the first.
He shoved his cock all the way down her throat and then pulled it out and a few drops squirted onto her cheeks and lips and dribbled down her chin. She let go of the dildo and cupped her hands under his balls, squeezing every last drop from him and into her hungry mouth. Jim’s movements slowed down and he let out a deep sigh and fell forward on the bed. Shelly was in his arms, holding him and kissing him and when their lips met, Jim could taste his cum in her mouth, and she fed it to him with her tongue and remained locked in his arms, touching him and nearly purring with contentment.
Art was Jim cumming in Shelly’s mouth and he grunted and fucked faster. Stacy was feeding on Ann’s breasts now, kissing and fondling and licking and drawing them deep into her mouth and then kissing Ann on the lips and sending their tongues dancing together. Sweat was dripping off Art’s forehead and a light sheen covered his body. He made animal sounds as he fucked harder and harder, his body slapping against Ann’s, until he finally started cumming too.
He let out little shouts and whimpers and shoved himself deep inside her until his passion was spent and all his cum was inside her pussy. He made a little mewing noise and fell beside her on the bed. She lay with cum dripping from her, her belly and chest heaving. She looked over at the other couple and caught Jim’s eye.
“Come here baby. I’ve got something for you,” she said.
Jim crawled over to Ann and Art and Stacy, and Ann opened her legs to him. “Eat me,” she said. “Eat that cum out of my pussy.”
Jim looked at his daughter, wrapped in Ann’s arms, and at Art, panting beside them. Slowly he worked his way down between Ann’s long thin legs and spread them apart. He put his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly off the bed. He put his lips against the steaming pussy and smelled the cum and pussy smell. He licked the slit and the taste of it infected him. He stabbed his tongue inside and swirled it around and inhaled all the cum that was left and licked it clean.
He raised his head, his eyes red with lust and looked into Ann’s eyes. “Now kiss your daughter,” she said. Jim disentangled himself from Ann’s luscious legs and hugged his daughter to him and when their lips met and their tongues met, it was like an electric spark flowed between them. He loved her with all his heart, and he loved sharing sex with her, and the taste of cum and pussy mixed in their mouths.
A month passed and Jim got news about a new job and went to interview for it, and was beaming when he told Shelly that soon they would be starting life as Mr. and Mrs. in Portland. She was excited at the prospect, but knew she’d have to keep part of it a secret, and couldn’t have her friends come and visit. She’d make up excuses if they were passing through, or jus meet them alone away from home.
They didn’t have much family, only on Stacy’s mother’s side, and they rarely called since the divorce, and that was ten years ago. She’d let them call on her cell phone number and just not let them know the new address, not that they seemed to care. There were no brothers or sisters, and only one aunt and one uncle, who lived way back East and she couldn’t even remember what they looked like. It seemed like it would work, and they moved a month later. Stacy did tell Ann, who had come over several times, but Art and Shelly seemed to have something going on between them, and once Shelly had called and Jim had talked to her, but they had never met up with the two of them as a couple again.
After they got settled in and found the necessary stores and routes to places they needed, Stacy started looking for another stripper job. She at least had some limited experience now, and within a couple of weeks she had scored and had a schedule for weekdays and a couple of evenings during the week. The turnover was immense at strip clubs, but starting out, a girl had to take what was available.
Jim searched on the Internet for some swinger’s clubs and found an adult book store with video booths, DVDs, magazines and accessories for sale. He scoured a couple of the magazines, made some phone calls, and they were set to go to their first bisexual night on the second Friday of the month.
On a whim, Stacy called Ann to see if she could come. Ann fiddled with her schedule and finally took a Friday off and decided to drive up that Thursday. It was to be their first date as a couple, and Jim had even purchased some plain wedding bands that they had started wearing. Stacy now answered to service people as “Mrs. Calderon,” and she loved the sound of it, loved the idea of being married to her father, though that part had to remain a secret.
Ann arrived on Thursday evening exhausted, too exhausted for sex, and besides, they wanted to save up their passion for the following night. They woke up refreshed and since Jim had also taken the day off, they had a leisurely breakfast. Ann came in wearing white shorts and a loose fitting top, her hair still wet from her shower. She had a white towel wrapped around it.
“So, how are the newlyweds?” she asked, smiling.
“Just fine, Ann, or is it Aunt Ann?” Stacy answered, holding up her ring finger.
“Just Ann will do. We don’t need any more relatives in on the act.”
“The party starts at eight,” Jim said. “We’ve taken care of all the arrangements. It’s a short drive, less than half an hour.”
“And it’s bi night? Mixed men and women?”
“Yep. Should be lots of fun,” Stacy said, licking her lips and looking at Ann.
They relaxed around the house most of the day, and Jim went out to do some errands in the afternoon. By seven-thirty they were dressed and ready. Stacy had on see-through panties and bra and one of Jim’s shirts, buttoned half way up, and some flat shoes. Ann was wearing the short, skin-tight white shorts she had worn to breakfast, and a scooped neck, cropped from the bottom stretch tube top that left most of her chest and stomach exposed. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples made little dimples in the stretchy white material.
They had decided to try to stick together most of the time, though they didn’t make it a firm rule. They just knew they’d be comfortable with each other and could have a hot time even if no one else was agreeable. No need to get into any jealousy things, so they thought it better to operate as a threesome. A married couple and their bisexual lover. Jim knew they’d be a hot ticket item with two sexy women ready to fuck.
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