Chapter 04
I awoke from these very lucid dreams and felt a satisfaction, no, a completeness I hadn't known in some time. Not since these crazy incest fantasies started for me at least. I heard the shower running and instantly my mind supplied me with a vision of a fully nude Misti soaping her big jugs and diddling her clit under the spray of the hot water. I reached down and absently strummed my own clit for about a minute or two before I heard the water shut off. I began to rouse Dale and he was almost fully awake by the time the bathroom door opened and the door to Misti's bedroom closed.
"C'mon...let's go take a shower." I told Dale. He slowly sat up and rolled out of bed then followed me to the bathroom which was still steamy and punctuated by the scent of Misti's shampoo and body spray.
Dale and I both agreed that a cool shower was in order so I turned the spigot on about halfway and stuck my head under it wiping the sleep from my eyes. After my initial pass under the water I moved to the side so Dale could get under the spray. His semi-hard cock brushed across my ass as he stepped under the water.
We soaped up and rinsed off, and were nearly done showering when Misti knocked on the door.
"Sorry to bug you guys, but I really hafta pee," she pleaded.
I looked at Dale and for the second time that day we communicated telepathically before I called back, "Okay, honey, go ahead."
Misti walked into the room clad in a small white undershirt that didn't quite cover her ass with white thong panties on underneath. Now, we are a pretty open minded family, who like most have seen each other in various states of undress before, but this was somehow different. For one, it wasn't common for us girls to walk around the house in thong panties and we never used the bathroom while others were in the room. But after the events of today something seemed different.
Though it hadn't yet been acknowledged, it seemed that walls which had previously ordered our existence had crumbled. Misti made eye contact with her father and I giving us an appreciative smile before refocusing on the toilet. She turned back toward the door and shimmied her panties down over her hips and sat down squarely on the commode.
Misti was sitting with her knees together glancing down at the floor. She held her t-shirt so that it was tight over her back exposing her well formed legs and a profile view of her left buttock to us from where we stood. For reasons unbeknownst to me, Dale and I were watching her almost in anticipation of what was to come. Over the hiss of the shower head we could just barely make out the sound of her urine stream hitting the toilet bowl. Dale became instantly fully erect, his hard cock springing up forcefully and lewdly slapping against the pubic hair which festooned the minimal paunch he had accrued over the years.
The shower doors each had towel racks, which came to just above waist high, that were draped with towels. Unless she were to walk right up to the doors, Misti could only see us from about mid torso up. I grabbed Dale's dick and started to stroke it as we both watched and listened as our daughter urinated. I had given him about a dozen or so good tugs before Misti yawned and looked up. Dale and I quickly averted our gaze so as not to be caught peeping, but I never relinquished my ministrations on his cock. I had no idea why we both looked away, the whole ceremony seemed quite silly actually. Misti was obviously fine with us being present and hadn't asked us to look away. Besides, she was now looking pretty intently at us. She might not have been able to see our goodies, but it had to be obvious from the pistoning motion of my arm what I was up to.
Finishing her piss, Misti stood from the bowl. She turned her back to us as she went to flush and consequently flashed her fully naked ass to her father and I before leaning down to pull her panties back up. Once she had them adjusted to her liking, she turned to face us, and walked slowly to the sink to wash her hands, only breaking eye contact to turn on the faucet. With her hands washed, she approached the shower stall and grabbed at the towel I had set on the door for Dale. As she dried her hands, she elevated herself on her tippy toes and got visual confirmation that I was indeed giving her father a handjob. She stared at his dick for several seconds before her feet got tired and she settled back onto her heels.
We made eye contact with her when she did finally look up, and she gave us a coy and naughty smile as she headed for the door. Before leaving the room however she paused in the doorway and looked back at us over her shoulder. She was leaning into the doorframe with her back arched causing her butt to jut out appealingly at us. Then she lifted an arm and used it to sweep her hair over her other shoulder. The motion caused her t-shirt to ride up exposing the rest of her well-rounded teen ass to us. Then she continued out closing the door behind her. Dale and I had shifted position so as to stare at her ass for as long as possible and we ended up with me in front reaching back to pleasure his throbbing shaft.
I leaned forward in imitation of Misti, bracing myself on the flat cold shower wall, and rubbed the head of Dale's dick along my asscrack. Neither of us had ever been able to achieve any sort of meaningful orgasm in the shower as sex was nearly impossible due to the impediment of the water. Still, that didn't stop Dale from making a few perfunctory attempts at entering my asshole which I allowed realizing the futility of the act and what was driving him on. Not that Dale and I didn't engage in infrequent anal sex play but I knew neither of us had our heart in it right then. By way of compensation I turned and bent toward him giving his manhood a few licks and kisses before straightening up and telling him, "C'mon Daddy, let's go play with Misti." That sure got his attention. We dried off and headed to our room butt naked to get dressed.
We reemerged about five minutes later, Dale clad in an old t-shirt and threadbare boxers which he commonly slept in. I had opted for a pair of comfy, full butt cotton panties and a short silk robe. We walked into the living area which adjoined the kitchen and saw Misti rummaging around in the fridge for something to eat. She came out with a bunch of grapes from a bag we had brought along with us. Misti then washed the bunch and set them down on a paper towel on the breakfast nook that Dale and I were now seated at.
"You guys look refreshed," Misti teased smiling.
"That's strange," Dale quipped "It feels like all the spunk has gone right out of me." The three of us laughed at his shameless innuendo.
As our laughter subsided we each picked at a few grapes popping them into our mouths as we sat in loving silence enjoying the eye contact with each other. Misti coughed slightly as her laughter trailed off which lead to another slightly louder cough. She turned to the fridge and bent in half to get at the bottles of water which Dale had placed on the bottom shelf behind some other items.
Her efforts required her to bend almost fully in half which in turn caused her asscheeks to spread allowing Dale and I a visual of the inner spaces of our daughters ass and the subdued pronunciation of the slightly darker skin which comprised her asshole itself. I licked my lips with the broad side of my tongue and watched as Dale rubbed his cock through his nearly transparent boxers. The waters were behind a couple boxes of soda cans, so the job took a minute, and Dale and I ogled her hindquarters at our leisure. We only broke our gaze when she straightened back up but had apparently done a convincing job of hiding our affections, she seemed none the wiser.
As we sat there plucking up the grapes and making small talk we decided to do something about dinner and came to consensus that it was indeed a Domino's night. We let Misti pick a pizza and handle the ordering as Dale opened one of the bottles of wine we had brought along.
Our pepperoni with mushrooms and bell peppers came in enough time to beat out the 'Noid, and we sat in the living room to eat with the TV supplying background to our chatter.
While we certainly had more pending issues to discuss, we skirted the elephant in the room conversing about much more inane topics. By the time we'd finished eating Dale was opening another bottle of wine while Misti cleared the coffee table and I took the wine bottle out to the recycling bin. My scant attire drew approving stares from a couple of elderly men in the next cabin who dropped their conversation on politics to drink in the extroverted neighbor.
We relocated to the screened in patio which had a view of the gulf in order to enjoy our wine with some scenery. Our conversation continued down a very innocuous vein. It seemed that none of us were quite sure how to broach the topic we knew was on all of our minds. I noticed however that we all seemed very relaxed and comfortable still so there didn't seem to be any misgivings or signs of distrust or weirdness which I had been afraid of.
With the second bottle polished off, we were all feeling the glow, and none of us seemed ready to turn in, especially given that we'd all had a midday nap. I suggested, since we were on vacation, that we open another bottle and keep the party going. Both Dale and Misti seemed to be onboard so I opened another bottle of red while they got comfortable on the sofa.
When I returned to the living room with the bottle and a fresh set of glasses I found Dale and Misti cuddled up on the couch with his arm around her waist and her head resting on his chest with her legs curled underneath her. Of course, she had remained in her tshirt and thong throughout and he in his tshirt with the boxers that were mostly for show they were so thin.
"Hey Mom, will you put on some music, please?" Misti asked
"Sure baby, what do you want to hear?" I asked as I grabbed the remote and located the cable TVs music channels..
"I dunno, your choice" she said "something we can dance to though, please."
It was not lost on me that she said something "we" can dance to. I was curious what kind of dancing she wanted to get up to and with whom. I was sure that Dale and I hoped she would regale us with moves from either the lap or strip varieties of dancing. That or the mambo...horizontal ideally.
After some searching and stopping on a few random stations, I found a station/channel called R&B Dance Party and set the remote on the table joining my family on the couch. I cuddled up to them grabbing Misti's legs and placing them over my lap. She adjusted to accommodate me by lying on Dale's shoulder facing my direction. As I sat and we adjusted, my robe had ridden up above my waist. This meant that Misti's bare thighs and ass were directly against my skin. I could even feel the heat emanating from her sex. I smiled at her and she smiled back as we listened to Billy Paul try his best to woo Mrs. Jones away from her significant other.
Had the music continued to be so soft and gentle I believe we may have all conked out there on the couch drunk and content to feel each other's warmth, but thankfully the next song was dramatically more uptempo.
We seemed to collectively recognize the song as I Wanna Sex You Up by Color Me Badd, especially after the initial "tick tock ya don't stop..." chorus followed by lead singer Bryan Abrams satiny smooth falsetto.
Perhaps it was the wine that made my nineties baby proclaim "Oooh..I love this song!" before hopping up to begin a sultry dance routine to a song older than she was, as her father and I watched. Dale and I sat in rapt fascination as she began to sway seductively to the catchy song. Her moves were very provocative. She was alternately twisting and rolling her hips in a fashion that might have gotten her kicked out of her high school prom not a year prior. She was dancing much like the working girl I had hoped for when she suggested dancing, and I was happy to snuggle up to my husband and allow her to arouse us with her efforts.
Eventually she ended up facing away from us and we were watching her ass jiggle and quake as she twerked on, oblivious or unconcerned with the effect she was having on us. I reached over and rubbed Dale's clothed package as we watched her, the wine increasing my boldness.
A random but flawless pirouette left her once again facing us but hadn't allowed me time to remove my instigating hand from Dale's crotch. Now that I was caught I decided to go for broke and openly rubbed and squeezed Dale's member with her watching and gyrating not ten feet away. Dale was soon at full mast and his underpants were tented up displaying his satisfaction.
The song came to an end and as the next song began, Misti asked me to come and dance with her. I was all too happy to oblige, and joined her near the TV just as My Boo by Ghost Town DJ's began to play. For those not familiar with the song, it has a melody that is at once slow and sensual but also enlivened by copious amounts of snare drums and electronic instrumentation. I thought back to the music video (yes, I am a slut for 90's R&B, so sue me) that featured loads of voluptuous black women strutting their stuff at a beach party hosted by Jermaine Dupri. I did my best to emulate their moves as Misti and I slowly, but surely, danced closer and closer together.
By the end of the song, Misti and I had brought our bodies into contact and were still doing our white girl best to emulate the chocolate honeys from the video. I was at least. I was beginning to think this was just how Misti danced all the time. I could smell the wine on her breath, and her facial expression told me that Misti was clearly buzzed. What's more, she began to grind her snatch against my thigh (which I had wantonly placed between her legs for just such a purpose). I wasn't certain at first, but after the second dip of her hips it was obvious to me that Misti was aroused. The wetness on my leg was my proof.
Dale, for his part, was goading her on by continuing to openly rub his cock through his boxers as he sat watching us with a delighted grin on his face.
The next song was Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell's If This World Were Mine, an older jam with a much slower beat. Throughout Marvin's first verse, Misti and I rocked in each other's arms smiling and enjoying looking into each other's pretty faces. By the time Tammi came on however we were fully embracing and my head was laying on Misti's shoulder. My lips were poised on her neck as I drank in her scent and reveled in the feeling of being in her arms once again. When Gaye and Terrell came around for their mutual verse which begins with a very stirring "Ooooh oooh, oooh, oooh," I succumbed to my desires and planted a full lipped smooch on Misti's long supple neck. She moaned softly and moved her head to the side allowing me better access. I took advantage of the opportunity to run my tongue along the length of her neck before briefly sucking on the corner of her jaw and then nibbling on an earlobe as my hands kneaded her full, firm ass. I continued to supply her neck and shoulder with soft loving kisses as my hands studied the curvature of her buns.
Misti's knee was between my legs now and I allowed myself the pleasure of grinding against her. As I did, she reached down and untied the knot on my robe causing the flimsy silk garment to open up baring my breasts to the room before pulling me tight to her again. I was in my own world as Misti held me to her with a firm hand on my shoulder blades, but not so much that I didn't hear her say, "Come join us Daddy..."
Dale was on us in seconds, his boner reaching us a while before the rest of him did. Misti and I both placed an arm around him, and he around both of us. We swayed as a trio to whatever song was playing at the moment, one I couldn't place.
Dale's erection jabbing into my ribs made me keenly aware of how increasingly familiar we were all getting. I figured if Misti didn't mind her dad's prick rubbing against her on the beach this afternoon before everything that happened that she certainly wouldn't mind now that she knew he was sporting one. I opted out of our dance circle claiming to need a break and sat on the couch as the two of them came together and a new song began...Bump n' Grind by R. Kelly.
Kelly, apparently, didn't see anything wrong with a little bump n' grind, and neither did Dale, Misti, or I. Misti placed her hands around Dale's neck and he placed his at the small of her back. When they came together, there was no place for his engorged cock to go but up against her tender young body. I knew she could feel his manhood burning into her because she looked up at him with a sheepish but giddy smile before raising up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on her father's lips. The kiss progressed between them organically until it had escalated into a gesture involving tongues. Misti was the first to pull away and exhaled audibly as she sank back to her feet.
Not missing a beat, she twirled around and backed her ample ass into her father's hard cock trapping him squarely between her pillowy buns before resuming a slow bump and grind that Dale was clearly loving. This had gone on for a good minute or so when Dale abruptly backed away from Misti's bottom to reveal a fully nude cock that had without doubt been in his daughter's asscrack not seconds ago. It must've come out due to her sexy dancing, but I wondered if Dale had pulled away immediately because of the contact, or later as a move to avoid shooting his load on his daughter's back and ass. I looked closely and noticed that his Johnson was slick with precum so I assumed the latter.
Misti bit her lip and looked at him seductively before putting her arms around him again to continue dancing not giving a second thought to his burgeoning hard on. As they came together, the hem of her shirt caught on the head of his cock and his member went underneath it. They danced with no apparent rhythm to their own tune, honestly just enjoying the electric feeling of the taboo contact. Dale's hands traveled from her shoulders down her back and came to rest on Misti's ass. As the embrace continued the aspect associated with dance devolved until they were more enjoying s vertical dryhump than dancing but we were all enjoying it immensely.
The song ended and Dale stepped away from Misti a bit more hesitantly than last time. His big dick was still flapping in the breeze which didn't' bother me, but I believe what he was trying not to reveal was the large formless wet spot his precum had made on Misti's t-shirt. I smiled approvingly so he knew I wasn't judging.
Misti was looking like she needed a breather as the drink, the heavy emotions, and her energetic dancing all conspired to wear her down. I suggested she take a seat and let me dance with daddy. She sat down on the couch and took a long pull from her wine glass as her father and I came together over Silk's hit song Freak Me. Dale's hands were on my hips and I had one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cock trying to coax out the cumload Misti had brought to the fore just moments ago. I looked at her and she was watching us (albeit with heavy, dreamy eyes) as I openly stroked her father's cock with the intention of making him blow his load for our amusement. I broke eye contact with her to focus on the task at hand, and by the time I looked back up she was passed out with her head on the arm of the couch and mouth hanging open a bit.
I had to admit I was a bit P.O.ed. I was hoping this was it, the moment we "came together" as a family. Alas, it was not to be. I scolded myself for allowing her too much drink. I looked up at Dale and noticed the same look of disappointment on his face. I was about to suggest we just finish up in bed when I had a wicked idea. I dragged Dale along by the cock and positioned him parallel to Misti's prone form. Her position allowed me just enough room to park my bubble butt on the couch. I brought Dale's cock toward my mouth and proceeded to suck him off right next to our sleeping daughter as I fondled one of her tits through her shirt. As I blew him, his breathing quickened until I knew he could last no longer. I expertly pulled away from his cock before his orgasm hit and plopped him down where I had been sitting while I got on my knees before him.
He didn't need my encouragement to reach up under Misti's shirt and fondle her full breasts as I sucked him, and soon he had the other hand wrapped around the back of my head fucking my face with vigor. I brought him to the brink again and when I knew he was going to pop I eased off, placed my face next to Misti's, and said, "Do It Daddy!" Dale knew exactly what I meant and he began to pump his cock like a man on a mission. He hadn't gone a dozen strokes when he bellowed out "Ahhh...FUCK!!" and then I was watching the jizz shooting out of his cock to cover my face. He adjusted slightly and his second salvo blasted me right in the mouth before he redirected once again and slipped the head of his spraying cock into Misti's open mouth as spurts three, four, and five coated her tongue and rolled down her throat. She never even batted an eyelash.
We spent a few minutes catching our breath, then I suggested that Dale carry Misti to bed. I followed behind him, and as he laid her out on the mattress he admitted "God, I've been wanting to cum in her mouth for years now!"
"Oh you have huh?" I raised a teasing eyebrow at him "For how many years now?"
"I dunno.." he shrugged and avoided the question by staring around the room.
"Sooo...." I giggled "Brownies or Cheer Camp?"
Dale gave me a faux stern look and said "Haha, very funny." Then lightening up he added "All I know for sure is that I always imagined she'd be awake when I did it." That drew an audible laugh out of me and I placed an arm around his waist and we walked out of Misti's room headed for our own to get some well deserved rest.
Misti wasn't sure exactly what time it was when she awoke needing to pee, but she was aware that it was still dark outside. She made her way out of bed to the bathroom, and plopped down on the pot to take care of business before realizing that her panties were still on. She stood and pulled them down over her hips, allowing them to drop and lie across her bare feet. She felt the warm rush as her golden stream flowed out of her making it's gentle music as it splashed against the porcelain.
With the need to urinate no longer hammering at her brain, Misti began to try to recall the night's events and how exactly she gotten back to her own bed. True, she was still buzzing a bit but she recalled passing out on the couch and with that recollection came a flood of recalled events from just hours prior. She vividly remembered watching her mother masturbate her father in the shower. She remembered the multiple bottles of wine that had somehow lead to dancing provocatively in front of and with her parents. The last memory she could muster before falling asleep on the sofa was enjoying a French kiss with her father and feeling his bare dick leak it's nectar of arousal on her naked skin under her t-shirt. As if to pinch herself, she reached down and felt the dried cumstain on her t-shirt and knew without question that the events of the evening had been anything but imagined.
Misti pulled a length of toilet paper from the roll and dabbed at her cunt until she felt sufficiently well dried and then pulled up her panties and turned to the sink to wash her hands. In the mirror she noticed something at the corner of her mouth. Looking closer, she saw that it was a clear to whitish dried substance. She licked her finger and rubbed at it but the stubborn stain wasn't entirely gone. When she licked her finger to give it another go, she registered a familiar taste that it could only be cum. Her father's cum. But how had it gotten there she wondered? Had she really sucked off her daddy? She must have she reckoned. How else could it be that his dry cum came to be on the outside of her mouth? Deciding that the mystery could be worked out another time, she instead resolved to cuddle up with her folks and wake them for some of what she had deprived herself of by conking out the night before.
Misti eased the door to her parent's room open slowly so as not to wake them. She watched their sleeping forms for a few minutes before deciding to join them under the covers.
Diane gave a soft groan as Misti's weight shifted the mattress causing Misti to freeze for fear of waking her. Once she was sufficiently assured that Diane would not wake, Misti continued up the bed and gingerly lowered herself beneath the covers. Her father was sleeping on his side facing her mother, and as she inched downward her bare ass cheeks grazed against her father's torso sending electric shivers through her and leaving a trail of goose pimples. Her butt slid down until it encountered his knees which were curled in a semi-fetal position. She also felt his flaccid but still sizeable cock and his balls pooled up near her own sex through her panties. Misti trailed a hand across the bed to determine whether or not her mother was also sleeping au naturel and was delighted to find she was. Her hand made it's way to Diane's right tit and she gave it a small squeeze before allowing her pointer finger to run a few laps around her mother's nipple. Diane exhaled deeply causing Misti to remove her hand.
Instead, she gave the palm a good long lick, and parting her legs reached down to stimulate her father's sleeping cock. By slowly strumming her fingers over his cock and balls she elicited the response she was hoping for and tucked the big monster between her legs against her dewy little honeypot before drifting off to sleep, hardly able to wait for her parents to wake up so they could all play,
It was Dale who did finally wake first, or begin to. He awoke to a heavy sensation in his crotch. Upon opening his eyes and looking down he was not surprised that his perpetual morning hardon hadn't failed him, but he was quite shocked to find that it was now crushed between his pretty daughter's pliable thighs, riding right up against her silky soft vagina. He wondered when she'd joined them.
Returning his attention to more immediate concerns, it seemed she had shifted during the night and his pecker was now a slightly unwilling party to it's current situation. Dale leaned back in an attempt to extricate himself, but that only made matters worse. He leaned forward again and found relief from the pinch and something more by rubbing himself along Misti's slit. He pulled on her left hip until it came level with her right and Dale sighed with the relief he had been seeking. He began to more fully appreciate the feeling of his daughter's supple thighs and warm pussy on his cock.
Unlike Misti, Dale had the tolerance and mass to be able to assist in polishing off a few bottles of wine without being too worse for the wear. He remembered everything that had happened with something akin to true clarity. What he remembered most was the severe disappointment he'd felt when he realized Misti was sleeping and that the fun and games were over for the evening. Dale really hadn't expected what came next, namely him.....into Misti's sleeping gullet. A pinge of guilt flooded through him for taking advantage of his little girl like that, but it was fleeting. His brain was more compelled to consider the velvety soft pussy and oh-so-fuckable thighs that surrounded his manhood at the moment.
Dale placed his left hand firmly on Misti's hip intent on partaking in a bit of dry humping which given the events of the last several hours would seem pretty innocuous. Still, the taboo nature of what he was about to do caused him to peek tentatively over at Diane to make sure she was still sleeping soundly.
Satisfied that she was, Dale eased his hips back causing a delightful resistance as he drug his cock back through Misti's thighs. Then he gave an unintendedly forceful thrust forward and enjoyed the way Misti's plump butt jiggled when he slammed home against it. After that his movements were much gentler, but the gusto of his initial thrust had created enough of a ruckus to partially rouse the sleeping ladies who began to come to.
The first faint rays of morning light were streaming into the room from the skylight above their bed and and as Dale rocked his hips back and forth masturbating himself with his sleeping daughter's nearly nude body he realized that Diane's eyes were open and that she was watching him. She could feel the vibrations and had to attribute them to what was clearly taking place just inches from her ripe, mature body. Dale paused and grinned sheepishly Diane responded with a wry smirk and a roll of the eyes that had told him he was off the hook many times in their married life. Just then Misti turned her head toward Dale and said in a small groggy voice, "Why did you stop Daddy?"
Dale guffawed and then laughed openly at having been caught perpetrating this sordid deed. He buried his face in the crook of Misti's neck and kissed her there a couple of times before nibbling his way down her trapezius and stopping at her shoulder. When he raised his head up, his eyes met Diane's and she teasingly encouraged him on by saying "Well Dale, don't disappoint the girl."
For his part, Dale had no intention to. He was going to please himself and Misti in the process by applying a lifetime's worth of carefully honed sexual technique to properly stimulating their adjoined bodies in the awkward spooning position they currently found themselves in. Diane reached over and began to play with Misti's tits through her thin white undershirt. It wasn't long until Diane had sidled up to the hunching pair and Dale had enfolded her into their embrace draping a thick arm over his daughter and grabbing a handful of his wife's perfect ass. He urged her closer still, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead rubbing against her thighs whenever it protruded past Misti's legs. This positioned her near enough to Misti's innocent, almost angelic face and she kissed her daughter with pent up abandon.
Dale's labored humping was making their kiss difficult so Diane cradled Misti's face in her hands and anchored their faces together by driving her tongue into the girl's mouth. Sensing this need for greater stability, Dale placed his wide palm on Misti's belly to keep her in place. He could feel the dried cum his oozing fuckstick had deposited there earlier as they danced about the living room.
Diane was enjoying the deep, sloppy french kiss with her daughter almost as much as she was enjoying the sensation of her husband's thick and spongy cockhead peeking out to kiss her thighs on each forward thrust. Diane extricated her mouth from Misti's in order to behold the look of pure elation on her daughter's face. Misti's mouth was open as it had been when kissing her mother, but now it was serving as the source of low throaty moans of gratification for the tingles her Daddy was creating in her pussy.
Before too long however, Diane noted that the contact became moist, and then more so. She knew Dale couldn't hold out much longer. "Easy Tiger," she warned him "You don't want to cum too soon." But it just so happened that even the thought of spoiling the fun couldn't slake Dale's lust at the moment. He forcefully rolled Misti over onto her stomach and began to slam his hips home. Though the result was only to mash his dick against the mattress under her body, Dale somewhat enjoyed the pressure. Misti caught on quick though and raised her butt slightly and pressed her thighs around his dick so that her old man could continue the job.
At this very moment, Misti was as the kids say "down for whatever and just wanted to make her Daddy happy, but was quick to chime in "Besides Daddy... I want the first time you cum on me to be in my mouth."
That did it. All the guilt came crashing home and Dale slumped on top of the girl burdening her with his weight.
"What's wrong Daddy?" Misti intoned, knowing full well what was up but reveling in torturing her poor father.
"Uh...well, I have a little confession to make Misti." Dale said somewhat dolefully. "well...last night...after you passed out, you see...we uh, well your mother and I that is. I uh...."
"I sucked your father off and told him to cum in both our mouths," Diane admitted matter-of-factly, coming to her flustered husband's aid. Of course Misti already knew the truth but still feigned shock. Her eyes went wide in mock surprise and she playfully scolded Dale by saying "Daddy? You came in your little girl's mouth while I was sleeping? Oh Daddy...."
Now, given that she had for all intents and purposes purloined her father's cum to drink in secret like a greedy cumslut it wasn't that big of a deal to her anymore, but as she thought about it, Misti actually began to wonder if it had ever happened before. In the same tone but truly curious this time she asked him point blank "Have you ever done that before?"
From his position above his daughter's prone form, he hung his head and exhaled deeply. "Well, no, never like that" he admitted.
Dale looked up to see that both ladies were giving him a quizzical, yet faux-stern look, expecting him to elaborate.
Suddenly feeling very beat he rolled off Misti and onto his back in between his wife and daughter. The girls cuddled up to him and he put his big arms around them. Just when he thought he was off the hook, Misti said "what do you mean 'never like that'?"
"Well..." Dale began, unsure how really to begin. "There was this one time, a few summers ago. You had just got that sparkly blue bathing suit you loved so much before it got too small." His words trailed off as he recalled the day.
It had been a warm sunny afternoon in late July. Both Misti and Robbie were at home hamming it up around the family's pool. Dale had taken a few laps and played some volleyball with them before retiring to the house to fix some lunch. Robbie had claimed not to be hungry, most likely because he had just polished off a large bag of Funyuns but Misti had begged Dale for one of his signature grilled cheese sandwiches as she often did. As he laid out slices of bread and covered them with Kraft American singles, a loud shout from one of the kids caused him to look up. He did so just in time to see Misti walk over to the diving board as her brother goaded her to do one of her signature dives for him.
Dale's vantage point from the window gave him a view straight down the diving board as Misti mounted it. After she had achieved a good balance she reached behind herself to readjust her suit. Misti pulled the material up, out and then back over her buns in a manner that would have been very provocative other than for the fact that she only perceived that she was being watched from the front. This brief and innocent action had really done it for Dale though. From his perspective, her sweet young asscrack had come into view ever so briefly before she pulled what little excess the suit had snugly between her buns causing them to spill out and expand now that they were unrestrained.
Dale was hard instantly, only realizing it once he heard Misti crash into the chlorinated water which jolted him back to reality. It was the first time Dale had ever considered Misti sexually, but there was no denying it. That was one hell of an ass, daughter or no. "Besides..." Dale reasoned to himself at the time "who doesn't like a free show?"
All of a sudden making sandwiches didn't seem nearly as important to Dale as relieving his straining member. He considered adjourning to his bedroom, but as he turned to leave the kitchen he saw Misti emerge from the shallow end of the pool and once again approach the diving board. He watched her ass jiggle and quake with each step she took. Each footfall caused his cock to throb all the more intensely until she mounted the board. This time for reasons still unbeknownst to Dale she reached down to touch her toes causing her plump, yet still developing ass to open unto his view in a way fathers just shouldn't ever have liberty to behold their daughters.
Dale gave up the fight just then. He wasn't going anywhere. He hauled out his cock right then and there in his own kitchen and began to tug his tiger tail wishing he was instead thrashing the girl on the diving board, his puerile yet nubile daughter.
His pistoning arm tugged at his turgid prick for all it was worth. Misti had already completed her dive, yet Dale stared blankly out at where she had been recalling the hallelujah moment he had just beheld. This caused his mind to go blank and his cock to swell with lust. He then spewed forth his creamy jizz... right onto the awaiting slices of cheese covered bread he had intended for his daughter's afternoon snack. His pent up load made quite a mess on top of the cheese slices. He cursed himself for fouling the sandwich. He cursed again when he remembered that these were the last few slices of cheese.
Without time to get new cheese slices or even regroup to think, Dale decided to throw caution to the wind. He slapped the other slice of bread on top and dropped the cheese and sperm sandwhich onto the heated Foreman Grill closing the lid. It sizzled and began to ooze liquified cheese-jizz onto the grill. Once complete Dale plated the splooge sandwich and hollered after Misti to come get it. Before she had entered the kitchen he had excused himself to his bedroom, to sleep the sleep of the guilty and exhausted.
"Oh my god Daddy....I shared that sandwich with Robbie!" Misti exclaimed looking at her father, mouth agape.
"Well..." Dale began unsure how to conclude "I guess your brother has tasted my cum before too then."
Diane rolled over onto her back and burst out laughing and was soon joined by Misti and then Dale as well. The three of them laughed heartily at an inside joke of which the absent Robbie was undeniably the butt.
"It's okay Daddy" Misti said to him after their laughter had subsided, "You taste great. I bet he liked it." This brought a renewed fit of laughter to the trio.
With the rooster having crowed and the ice finally and completely broken between them, the next step was to get down to what they all knew was coming. Misti slithered up out of the covers like a lady snake and ended up crouching on her knees as she seductively raised her cum stained t-shirt over her fabulous tits allowing them to flop free for her parents delight. Tossing the shirt over Diane's side of the bed Misti next raised up on her knees so that she could lower her panties before twisting around to remove them completely.
With her last barrier of clothing gone Misti slowly pulled the covers off of her dad before trailing her nails along his body all the way down to his waist. She stopped there hovering above her father looking down at his hard dick and licked her lips in anticipation. As Misti lowered her face toward her dad's rock hard cock her ass was pointed high in the air. At the same moment her tongue poked out from between her lips to give its shaft a long slow lick she felt her mother crawl behind her and grasp her ass.
Diane was almost overcome with adrenaline and pheromones as she ambled up behind her daughter. The moment she had anticipated for months now was upon her. With Misti busy sucking and licking her father's dick Diane was assured at least a few mind altering swirls around her pretty daughter's taut cinnamon ring. Misti for her part had no idea what was to come but was very much okay with the double taboo of lesbian sex with her mother. All her expectations went out the window however when instead of feeling her pussy being stimulated, she instead felt what could only be her mother's eager tongue working in great wide swipes to purify her backdoor.
All the while Misti had been kissing and licking up the length of Dale's extended tool. She had barely slipped his purple helmet past her plump lips when the gentle drag of her mother's tongue around her sphincter became a forceful yet enjoyable intrusion into her asshole proper.
Diane moaned lustfully into her daughter's warm and throbbing asshole. She was, for lack of a better description, on cloud nine. On that cloud she sat with a chorus of angels, their harps strumming in time to her ministrations on her daughter's forbidden orifice. If she could've been allowed any modicum of disappointment at this moment, it would've been that her fantasy of Misti's ass containing the scent of her body spray was not realized. Instead, her ass smelled and tasted of a young woman who had been sleeping for several hours and had recently urinated. It was a fragrant and exotic aroma that was not altogether unappealing. In fact, Diane revelled in the flavor drinking it in, realizing that dreams don't always come true in the manner you expect them to.
Dale had his arm slung over his face with his eyes buried in the crook of his elbow. Every so often, he would peek out to reaffirm it was indeed his beautiful baby girl who was rendering this exquisite blowjob while her mother seemed content to tease her by purposely avoiding her needy vagina. Every so often Misti would push her sweet nineteen year old ass back and in doing so cause her mother's whole face to be implanted in between her buttcheeks for several seconds. Diane seemed all the happier every time it happened.
Feeling his nuts begin to churn up their usual load of spackle, Dale wisely eased up and away from Misti's pistoning mouth. He shifted back against the headboard and Misti slumped down with her face against the mattress as her wicked mother finally offered her the relief she needed by transitioning to her coral colored teen cunny.
Misti's mouth hung open and she began to mewl out strained little moans which sounded like she was being punished rather than pleasured. Her head was between Dale's outstretched legs and his meat missile hung in suspended orbit above her head or full chocolate colored locks. Dale gave himself a tug thinking how great it would be to cum in her hair. Knowing he wouldn't because he had bigger plans for this next load.
After her orgasm had subsided, Misti looked up at her father with loving anticipation. Both knew what they wanted and traded a look that conveyed understanding, desire, and need to the other. Diane moved away from the spent girl as Dale climbed behind her. flopping down on the bed to watch this splendid bit of taboo theatre which was about to unfold before her. It was the classic daddy daughter scene, only this time featuring her own husband as the stud and her impressionable young daughter as the horned up homewrecking daddyslut.
Dale could literally feel his heartbeat in his dick as he gripped it in order to line it up with Misti's eager teenage twat. The crown of his cockhead made contact with a surface so well lubed that a less seasoned cocksman might swear he had already made it inside of her. The satiny smooth kiss of her pussy lips on the head of his dick made Dale inhale sharply before bellowing out a loud "HA!" which bordered on a growl.
Dale looked down to reassess his angle of entry and beheld the lovely dark rosebud of his daughter's anus. This made him all the more determined to get his cock, all of it, inside her. His next thrust hit home and in one long slow stroke he successfully opened up Misti's near virginal love tunnel to the vigorous onslaught it was about to receive.
As he had in many fantasy masturbation sessions (commonly with his daughter's used panties spurring him on) Dale grabbed a tight hold of Misti's rounded hips and began to roughly pound into her causing her ample ass to dance about and her large tits to sway in wide centrifugal arcs that allowed her father to see her nipples as they swung in and out of his view. She snapped her head back and planted herself in a solid posture thrusting her fine ass back at her father in a stance not unlike the bottom man position in collegiate wrestling, determined not to let this buck pin her (to the mattress that is).
Once Diane's head had stopped spinning from finally having realized her dreams of annalingus with her own daughter, she resolved not to allow this little Electra to soak up all the sexual energy in the room. The truth is that she needed to cum, and bad. She hoped, as she shimmied on her back underneath her husband and daughter that Misti would repay the favor by going down on her as well. After only a few seconds spent marveling at the union of their genitals, she raised her head and began to lick hungrily at the point of contact exciting both man and girl with her efforts. It wasn't long however until pins and needles raced through Diane's cunt up to her tits and then her brain. Her overamped brain registered that Misti was indeed strumming her tongue along her clit in long slow strokes from side to side.
Misti had never been with another girl before, and had certainly never thought of her mom in a sexual way before the events of the previous evening, but somehow this all felt so right. Plus she felt obligated to repay the orgasm her mom had supplied to her while licking her asshole, another first. "Who knew you could cum from somebody licking your ass?" Misti pondered before switching tactics and gyrating her tongue around her mother's distended clitoris causing her to writhe in pleasure and express her feelings in a language similar to tongues, as heard at a Pentecostal mass. As a wave of emotion swept her out to sea, Diane sent up a hopeful plea moaning "Please baby, Lick mommy's ass!"
All Misti could do at the moment was moan and comply. She was not the overbearing sort and at the moment was being jerked around like salmon out of a stream by her bear of a father. She was enjoying the feeling of being sexually dominated by a big, rough man's man, not some awkward, scrawny high school punk. In light of this she easily acquiesced to eating her own mother's ass. As her tongue took its first few exploratory swipes across her mom's puckered butthole, the older woman recalled the video she had watched that created this twisted desire within her and sighed with the relief of a job well done and a fantasy realized.
As Dale rounded the corner towards home plate his knees began to grow wobbly and eventually his balance betrayed him. He slumped forward causing Misti's tongue to plop out of her mother's ass audibly. Their combined weight pinned Daine down to the bed but she was too far gone to not enjoy what was happening above her. She realized that she could just reached Dale's ass with her tongue from where she was positioned, and as she did so he lost all semblance of control and erupted in epic fashion right into Misti's waiting (and unprotected) womb. Misti felt her father cumming inside her and thought only briefly of the fact that she wasn't protected before figuring that a morning after pill might be in order.
Having slaked their lust momentarily, the spent relatives laid themselves out all akimbo on the mattress and drifted off to sleep once again. After all, they were on vacation.
This was the beginning of a week packed with all varieties of unfathomable family sex, but that's another story for another time.
"C'mon...let's go take a shower." I told Dale. He slowly sat up and rolled out of bed then followed me to the bathroom which was still steamy and punctuated by the scent of Misti's shampoo and body spray.
Dale and I both agreed that a cool shower was in order so I turned the spigot on about halfway and stuck my head under it wiping the sleep from my eyes. After my initial pass under the water I moved to the side so Dale could get under the spray. His semi-hard cock brushed across my ass as he stepped under the water.
We soaped up and rinsed off, and were nearly done showering when Misti knocked on the door.
"Sorry to bug you guys, but I really hafta pee," she pleaded.
I looked at Dale and for the second time that day we communicated telepathically before I called back, "Okay, honey, go ahead."
Misti walked into the room clad in a small white undershirt that didn't quite cover her ass with white thong panties on underneath. Now, we are a pretty open minded family, who like most have seen each other in various states of undress before, but this was somehow different. For one, it wasn't common for us girls to walk around the house in thong panties and we never used the bathroom while others were in the room. But after the events of today something seemed different.
Though it hadn't yet been acknowledged, it seemed that walls which had previously ordered our existence had crumbled. Misti made eye contact with her father and I giving us an appreciative smile before refocusing on the toilet. She turned back toward the door and shimmied her panties down over her hips and sat down squarely on the commode.
Misti was sitting with her knees together glancing down at the floor. She held her t-shirt so that it was tight over her back exposing her well formed legs and a profile view of her left buttock to us from where we stood. For reasons unbeknownst to me, Dale and I were watching her almost in anticipation of what was to come. Over the hiss of the shower head we could just barely make out the sound of her urine stream hitting the toilet bowl. Dale became instantly fully erect, his hard cock springing up forcefully and lewdly slapping against the pubic hair which festooned the minimal paunch he had accrued over the years.
The shower doors each had towel racks, which came to just above waist high, that were draped with towels. Unless she were to walk right up to the doors, Misti could only see us from about mid torso up. I grabbed Dale's dick and started to stroke it as we both watched and listened as our daughter urinated. I had given him about a dozen or so good tugs before Misti yawned and looked up. Dale and I quickly averted our gaze so as not to be caught peeping, but I never relinquished my ministrations on his cock. I had no idea why we both looked away, the whole ceremony seemed quite silly actually. Misti was obviously fine with us being present and hadn't asked us to look away. Besides, she was now looking pretty intently at us. She might not have been able to see our goodies, but it had to be obvious from the pistoning motion of my arm what I was up to.
Finishing her piss, Misti stood from the bowl. She turned her back to us as she went to flush and consequently flashed her fully naked ass to her father and I before leaning down to pull her panties back up. Once she had them adjusted to her liking, she turned to face us, and walked slowly to the sink to wash her hands, only breaking eye contact to turn on the faucet. With her hands washed, she approached the shower stall and grabbed at the towel I had set on the door for Dale. As she dried her hands, she elevated herself on her tippy toes and got visual confirmation that I was indeed giving her father a handjob. She stared at his dick for several seconds before her feet got tired and she settled back onto her heels.
We made eye contact with her when she did finally look up, and she gave us a coy and naughty smile as she headed for the door. Before leaving the room however she paused in the doorway and looked back at us over her shoulder. She was leaning into the doorframe with her back arched causing her butt to jut out appealingly at us. Then she lifted an arm and used it to sweep her hair over her other shoulder. The motion caused her t-shirt to ride up exposing the rest of her well-rounded teen ass to us. Then she continued out closing the door behind her. Dale and I had shifted position so as to stare at her ass for as long as possible and we ended up with me in front reaching back to pleasure his throbbing shaft.
I leaned forward in imitation of Misti, bracing myself on the flat cold shower wall, and rubbed the head of Dale's dick along my asscrack. Neither of us had ever been able to achieve any sort of meaningful orgasm in the shower as sex was nearly impossible due to the impediment of the water. Still, that didn't stop Dale from making a few perfunctory attempts at entering my asshole which I allowed realizing the futility of the act and what was driving him on. Not that Dale and I didn't engage in infrequent anal sex play but I knew neither of us had our heart in it right then. By way of compensation I turned and bent toward him giving his manhood a few licks and kisses before straightening up and telling him, "C'mon Daddy, let's go play with Misti." That sure got his attention. We dried off and headed to our room butt naked to get dressed.
We reemerged about five minutes later, Dale clad in an old t-shirt and threadbare boxers which he commonly slept in. I had opted for a pair of comfy, full butt cotton panties and a short silk robe. We walked into the living area which adjoined the kitchen and saw Misti rummaging around in the fridge for something to eat. She came out with a bunch of grapes from a bag we had brought along with us. Misti then washed the bunch and set them down on a paper towel on the breakfast nook that Dale and I were now seated at.
"You guys look refreshed," Misti teased smiling.
"That's strange," Dale quipped "It feels like all the spunk has gone right out of me." The three of us laughed at his shameless innuendo.
As our laughter subsided we each picked at a few grapes popping them into our mouths as we sat in loving silence enjoying the eye contact with each other. Misti coughed slightly as her laughter trailed off which lead to another slightly louder cough. She turned to the fridge and bent in half to get at the bottles of water which Dale had placed on the bottom shelf behind some other items.
Her efforts required her to bend almost fully in half which in turn caused her asscheeks to spread allowing Dale and I a visual of the inner spaces of our daughters ass and the subdued pronunciation of the slightly darker skin which comprised her asshole itself. I licked my lips with the broad side of my tongue and watched as Dale rubbed his cock through his nearly transparent boxers. The waters were behind a couple boxes of soda cans, so the job took a minute, and Dale and I ogled her hindquarters at our leisure. We only broke our gaze when she straightened back up but had apparently done a convincing job of hiding our affections, she seemed none the wiser.
As we sat there plucking up the grapes and making small talk we decided to do something about dinner and came to consensus that it was indeed a Domino's night. We let Misti pick a pizza and handle the ordering as Dale opened one of the bottles of wine we had brought along.
Our pepperoni with mushrooms and bell peppers came in enough time to beat out the 'Noid, and we sat in the living room to eat with the TV supplying background to our chatter.
While we certainly had more pending issues to discuss, we skirted the elephant in the room conversing about much more inane topics. By the time we'd finished eating Dale was opening another bottle of wine while Misti cleared the coffee table and I took the wine bottle out to the recycling bin. My scant attire drew approving stares from a couple of elderly men in the next cabin who dropped their conversation on politics to drink in the extroverted neighbor.
We relocated to the screened in patio which had a view of the gulf in order to enjoy our wine with some scenery. Our conversation continued down a very innocuous vein. It seemed that none of us were quite sure how to broach the topic we knew was on all of our minds. I noticed however that we all seemed very relaxed and comfortable still so there didn't seem to be any misgivings or signs of distrust or weirdness which I had been afraid of.
With the second bottle polished off, we were all feeling the glow, and none of us seemed ready to turn in, especially given that we'd all had a midday nap. I suggested, since we were on vacation, that we open another bottle and keep the party going. Both Dale and Misti seemed to be onboard so I opened another bottle of red while they got comfortable on the sofa.
When I returned to the living room with the bottle and a fresh set of glasses I found Dale and Misti cuddled up on the couch with his arm around her waist and her head resting on his chest with her legs curled underneath her. Of course, she had remained in her tshirt and thong throughout and he in his tshirt with the boxers that were mostly for show they were so thin.
"Hey Mom, will you put on some music, please?" Misti asked
"Sure baby, what do you want to hear?" I asked as I grabbed the remote and located the cable TVs music channels..
"I dunno, your choice" she said "something we can dance to though, please."
It was not lost on me that she said something "we" can dance to. I was curious what kind of dancing she wanted to get up to and with whom. I was sure that Dale and I hoped she would regale us with moves from either the lap or strip varieties of dancing. That or the mambo...horizontal ideally.
After some searching and stopping on a few random stations, I found a station/channel called R&B Dance Party and set the remote on the table joining my family on the couch. I cuddled up to them grabbing Misti's legs and placing them over my lap. She adjusted to accommodate me by lying on Dale's shoulder facing my direction. As I sat and we adjusted, my robe had ridden up above my waist. This meant that Misti's bare thighs and ass were directly against my skin. I could even feel the heat emanating from her sex. I smiled at her and she smiled back as we listened to Billy Paul try his best to woo Mrs. Jones away from her significant other.
Had the music continued to be so soft and gentle I believe we may have all conked out there on the couch drunk and content to feel each other's warmth, but thankfully the next song was dramatically more uptempo.
We seemed to collectively recognize the song as I Wanna Sex You Up by Color Me Badd, especially after the initial "tick tock ya don't stop..." chorus followed by lead singer Bryan Abrams satiny smooth falsetto.
Perhaps it was the wine that made my nineties baby proclaim "Oooh..I love this song!" before hopping up to begin a sultry dance routine to a song older than she was, as her father and I watched. Dale and I sat in rapt fascination as she began to sway seductively to the catchy song. Her moves were very provocative. She was alternately twisting and rolling her hips in a fashion that might have gotten her kicked out of her high school prom not a year prior. She was dancing much like the working girl I had hoped for when she suggested dancing, and I was happy to snuggle up to my husband and allow her to arouse us with her efforts.
Eventually she ended up facing away from us and we were watching her ass jiggle and quake as she twerked on, oblivious or unconcerned with the effect she was having on us. I reached over and rubbed Dale's clothed package as we watched her, the wine increasing my boldness.
A random but flawless pirouette left her once again facing us but hadn't allowed me time to remove my instigating hand from Dale's crotch. Now that I was caught I decided to go for broke and openly rubbed and squeezed Dale's member with her watching and gyrating not ten feet away. Dale was soon at full mast and his underpants were tented up displaying his satisfaction.
The song came to an end and as the next song began, Misti asked me to come and dance with her. I was all too happy to oblige, and joined her near the TV just as My Boo by Ghost Town DJ's began to play. For those not familiar with the song, it has a melody that is at once slow and sensual but also enlivened by copious amounts of snare drums and electronic instrumentation. I thought back to the music video (yes, I am a slut for 90's R&B, so sue me) that featured loads of voluptuous black women strutting their stuff at a beach party hosted by Jermaine Dupri. I did my best to emulate their moves as Misti and I slowly, but surely, danced closer and closer together.
By the end of the song, Misti and I had brought our bodies into contact and were still doing our white girl best to emulate the chocolate honeys from the video. I was at least. I was beginning to think this was just how Misti danced all the time. I could smell the wine on her breath, and her facial expression told me that Misti was clearly buzzed. What's more, she began to grind her snatch against my thigh (which I had wantonly placed between her legs for just such a purpose). I wasn't certain at first, but after the second dip of her hips it was obvious to me that Misti was aroused. The wetness on my leg was my proof.
Dale, for his part, was goading her on by continuing to openly rub his cock through his boxers as he sat watching us with a delighted grin on his face.
The next song was Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell's If This World Were Mine, an older jam with a much slower beat. Throughout Marvin's first verse, Misti and I rocked in each other's arms smiling and enjoying looking into each other's pretty faces. By the time Tammi came on however we were fully embracing and my head was laying on Misti's shoulder. My lips were poised on her neck as I drank in her scent and reveled in the feeling of being in her arms once again. When Gaye and Terrell came around for their mutual verse which begins with a very stirring "Ooooh oooh, oooh, oooh," I succumbed to my desires and planted a full lipped smooch on Misti's long supple neck. She moaned softly and moved her head to the side allowing me better access. I took advantage of the opportunity to run my tongue along the length of her neck before briefly sucking on the corner of her jaw and then nibbling on an earlobe as my hands kneaded her full, firm ass. I continued to supply her neck and shoulder with soft loving kisses as my hands studied the curvature of her buns.
Misti's knee was between my legs now and I allowed myself the pleasure of grinding against her. As I did, she reached down and untied the knot on my robe causing the flimsy silk garment to open up baring my breasts to the room before pulling me tight to her again. I was in my own world as Misti held me to her with a firm hand on my shoulder blades, but not so much that I didn't hear her say, "Come join us Daddy..."
Dale was on us in seconds, his boner reaching us a while before the rest of him did. Misti and I both placed an arm around him, and he around both of us. We swayed as a trio to whatever song was playing at the moment, one I couldn't place.
Dale's erection jabbing into my ribs made me keenly aware of how increasingly familiar we were all getting. I figured if Misti didn't mind her dad's prick rubbing against her on the beach this afternoon before everything that happened that she certainly wouldn't mind now that she knew he was sporting one. I opted out of our dance circle claiming to need a break and sat on the couch as the two of them came together and a new song began...Bump n' Grind by R. Kelly.
Kelly, apparently, didn't see anything wrong with a little bump n' grind, and neither did Dale, Misti, or I. Misti placed her hands around Dale's neck and he placed his at the small of her back. When they came together, there was no place for his engorged cock to go but up against her tender young body. I knew she could feel his manhood burning into her because she looked up at him with a sheepish but giddy smile before raising up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on her father's lips. The kiss progressed between them organically until it had escalated into a gesture involving tongues. Misti was the first to pull away and exhaled audibly as she sank back to her feet.
Not missing a beat, she twirled around and backed her ample ass into her father's hard cock trapping him squarely between her pillowy buns before resuming a slow bump and grind that Dale was clearly loving. This had gone on for a good minute or so when Dale abruptly backed away from Misti's bottom to reveal a fully nude cock that had without doubt been in his daughter's asscrack not seconds ago. It must've come out due to her sexy dancing, but I wondered if Dale had pulled away immediately because of the contact, or later as a move to avoid shooting his load on his daughter's back and ass. I looked closely and noticed that his Johnson was slick with precum so I assumed the latter.
Misti bit her lip and looked at him seductively before putting her arms around him again to continue dancing not giving a second thought to his burgeoning hard on. As they came together, the hem of her shirt caught on the head of his cock and his member went underneath it. They danced with no apparent rhythm to their own tune, honestly just enjoying the electric feeling of the taboo contact. Dale's hands traveled from her shoulders down her back and came to rest on Misti's ass. As the embrace continued the aspect associated with dance devolved until they were more enjoying s vertical dryhump than dancing but we were all enjoying it immensely.
The song ended and Dale stepped away from Misti a bit more hesitantly than last time. His big dick was still flapping in the breeze which didn't' bother me, but I believe what he was trying not to reveal was the large formless wet spot his precum had made on Misti's t-shirt. I smiled approvingly so he knew I wasn't judging.
Misti was looking like she needed a breather as the drink, the heavy emotions, and her energetic dancing all conspired to wear her down. I suggested she take a seat and let me dance with daddy. She sat down on the couch and took a long pull from her wine glass as her father and I came together over Silk's hit song Freak Me. Dale's hands were on my hips and I had one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cock trying to coax out the cumload Misti had brought to the fore just moments ago. I looked at her and she was watching us (albeit with heavy, dreamy eyes) as I openly stroked her father's cock with the intention of making him blow his load for our amusement. I broke eye contact with her to focus on the task at hand, and by the time I looked back up she was passed out with her head on the arm of the couch and mouth hanging open a bit.
I had to admit I was a bit P.O.ed. I was hoping this was it, the moment we "came together" as a family. Alas, it was not to be. I scolded myself for allowing her too much drink. I looked up at Dale and noticed the same look of disappointment on his face. I was about to suggest we just finish up in bed when I had a wicked idea. I dragged Dale along by the cock and positioned him parallel to Misti's prone form. Her position allowed me just enough room to park my bubble butt on the couch. I brought Dale's cock toward my mouth and proceeded to suck him off right next to our sleeping daughter as I fondled one of her tits through her shirt. As I blew him, his breathing quickened until I knew he could last no longer. I expertly pulled away from his cock before his orgasm hit and plopped him down where I had been sitting while I got on my knees before him.
He didn't need my encouragement to reach up under Misti's shirt and fondle her full breasts as I sucked him, and soon he had the other hand wrapped around the back of my head fucking my face with vigor. I brought him to the brink again and when I knew he was going to pop I eased off, placed my face next to Misti's, and said, "Do It Daddy!" Dale knew exactly what I meant and he began to pump his cock like a man on a mission. He hadn't gone a dozen strokes when he bellowed out "Ahhh...FUCK!!" and then I was watching the jizz shooting out of his cock to cover my face. He adjusted slightly and his second salvo blasted me right in the mouth before he redirected once again and slipped the head of his spraying cock into Misti's open mouth as spurts three, four, and five coated her tongue and rolled down her throat. She never even batted an eyelash.
We spent a few minutes catching our breath, then I suggested that Dale carry Misti to bed. I followed behind him, and as he laid her out on the mattress he admitted "God, I've been wanting to cum in her mouth for years now!"
"Oh you have huh?" I raised a teasing eyebrow at him "For how many years now?"
"I dunno.." he shrugged and avoided the question by staring around the room.
"Sooo...." I giggled "Brownies or Cheer Camp?"
Dale gave me a faux stern look and said "Haha, very funny." Then lightening up he added "All I know for sure is that I always imagined she'd be awake when I did it." That drew an audible laugh out of me and I placed an arm around his waist and we walked out of Misti's room headed for our own to get some well deserved rest.
Misti wasn't sure exactly what time it was when she awoke needing to pee, but she was aware that it was still dark outside. She made her way out of bed to the bathroom, and plopped down on the pot to take care of business before realizing that her panties were still on. She stood and pulled them down over her hips, allowing them to drop and lie across her bare feet. She felt the warm rush as her golden stream flowed out of her making it's gentle music as it splashed against the porcelain.
With the need to urinate no longer hammering at her brain, Misti began to try to recall the night's events and how exactly she gotten back to her own bed. True, she was still buzzing a bit but she recalled passing out on the couch and with that recollection came a flood of recalled events from just hours prior. She vividly remembered watching her mother masturbate her father in the shower. She remembered the multiple bottles of wine that had somehow lead to dancing provocatively in front of and with her parents. The last memory she could muster before falling asleep on the sofa was enjoying a French kiss with her father and feeling his bare dick leak it's nectar of arousal on her naked skin under her t-shirt. As if to pinch herself, she reached down and felt the dried cumstain on her t-shirt and knew without question that the events of the evening had been anything but imagined.
Misti pulled a length of toilet paper from the roll and dabbed at her cunt until she felt sufficiently well dried and then pulled up her panties and turned to the sink to wash her hands. In the mirror she noticed something at the corner of her mouth. Looking closer, she saw that it was a clear to whitish dried substance. She licked her finger and rubbed at it but the stubborn stain wasn't entirely gone. When she licked her finger to give it another go, she registered a familiar taste that it could only be cum. Her father's cum. But how had it gotten there she wondered? Had she really sucked off her daddy? She must have she reckoned. How else could it be that his dry cum came to be on the outside of her mouth? Deciding that the mystery could be worked out another time, she instead resolved to cuddle up with her folks and wake them for some of what she had deprived herself of by conking out the night before.
Misti eased the door to her parent's room open slowly so as not to wake them. She watched their sleeping forms for a few minutes before deciding to join them under the covers.
Diane gave a soft groan as Misti's weight shifted the mattress causing Misti to freeze for fear of waking her. Once she was sufficiently assured that Diane would not wake, Misti continued up the bed and gingerly lowered herself beneath the covers. Her father was sleeping on his side facing her mother, and as she inched downward her bare ass cheeks grazed against her father's torso sending electric shivers through her and leaving a trail of goose pimples. Her butt slid down until it encountered his knees which were curled in a semi-fetal position. She also felt his flaccid but still sizeable cock and his balls pooled up near her own sex through her panties. Misti trailed a hand across the bed to determine whether or not her mother was also sleeping au naturel and was delighted to find she was. Her hand made it's way to Diane's right tit and she gave it a small squeeze before allowing her pointer finger to run a few laps around her mother's nipple. Diane exhaled deeply causing Misti to remove her hand.
Instead, she gave the palm a good long lick, and parting her legs reached down to stimulate her father's sleeping cock. By slowly strumming her fingers over his cock and balls she elicited the response she was hoping for and tucked the big monster between her legs against her dewy little honeypot before drifting off to sleep, hardly able to wait for her parents to wake up so they could all play,
It was Dale who did finally wake first, or begin to. He awoke to a heavy sensation in his crotch. Upon opening his eyes and looking down he was not surprised that his perpetual morning hardon hadn't failed him, but he was quite shocked to find that it was now crushed between his pretty daughter's pliable thighs, riding right up against her silky soft vagina. He wondered when she'd joined them.
Returning his attention to more immediate concerns, it seemed she had shifted during the night and his pecker was now a slightly unwilling party to it's current situation. Dale leaned back in an attempt to extricate himself, but that only made matters worse. He leaned forward again and found relief from the pinch and something more by rubbing himself along Misti's slit. He pulled on her left hip until it came level with her right and Dale sighed with the relief he had been seeking. He began to more fully appreciate the feeling of his daughter's supple thighs and warm pussy on his cock.
Unlike Misti, Dale had the tolerance and mass to be able to assist in polishing off a few bottles of wine without being too worse for the wear. He remembered everything that had happened with something akin to true clarity. What he remembered most was the severe disappointment he'd felt when he realized Misti was sleeping and that the fun and games were over for the evening. Dale really hadn't expected what came next, namely him.....into Misti's sleeping gullet. A pinge of guilt flooded through him for taking advantage of his little girl like that, but it was fleeting. His brain was more compelled to consider the velvety soft pussy and oh-so-fuckable thighs that surrounded his manhood at the moment.
Dale placed his left hand firmly on Misti's hip intent on partaking in a bit of dry humping which given the events of the last several hours would seem pretty innocuous. Still, the taboo nature of what he was about to do caused him to peek tentatively over at Diane to make sure she was still sleeping soundly.
Satisfied that she was, Dale eased his hips back causing a delightful resistance as he drug his cock back through Misti's thighs. Then he gave an unintendedly forceful thrust forward and enjoyed the way Misti's plump butt jiggled when he slammed home against it. After that his movements were much gentler, but the gusto of his initial thrust had created enough of a ruckus to partially rouse the sleeping ladies who began to come to.
The first faint rays of morning light were streaming into the room from the skylight above their bed and and as Dale rocked his hips back and forth masturbating himself with his sleeping daughter's nearly nude body he realized that Diane's eyes were open and that she was watching him. She could feel the vibrations and had to attribute them to what was clearly taking place just inches from her ripe, mature body. Dale paused and grinned sheepishly Diane responded with a wry smirk and a roll of the eyes that had told him he was off the hook many times in their married life. Just then Misti turned her head toward Dale and said in a small groggy voice, "Why did you stop Daddy?"
Dale guffawed and then laughed openly at having been caught perpetrating this sordid deed. He buried his face in the crook of Misti's neck and kissed her there a couple of times before nibbling his way down her trapezius and stopping at her shoulder. When he raised his head up, his eyes met Diane's and she teasingly encouraged him on by saying "Well Dale, don't disappoint the girl."
For his part, Dale had no intention to. He was going to please himself and Misti in the process by applying a lifetime's worth of carefully honed sexual technique to properly stimulating their adjoined bodies in the awkward spooning position they currently found themselves in. Diane reached over and began to play with Misti's tits through her thin white undershirt. It wasn't long until Diane had sidled up to the hunching pair and Dale had enfolded her into their embrace draping a thick arm over his daughter and grabbing a handful of his wife's perfect ass. He urged her closer still, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead rubbing against her thighs whenever it protruded past Misti's legs. This positioned her near enough to Misti's innocent, almost angelic face and she kissed her daughter with pent up abandon.
Dale's labored humping was making their kiss difficult so Diane cradled Misti's face in her hands and anchored their faces together by driving her tongue into the girl's mouth. Sensing this need for greater stability, Dale placed his wide palm on Misti's belly to keep her in place. He could feel the dried cum his oozing fuckstick had deposited there earlier as they danced about the living room.
Diane was enjoying the deep, sloppy french kiss with her daughter almost as much as she was enjoying the sensation of her husband's thick and spongy cockhead peeking out to kiss her thighs on each forward thrust. Diane extricated her mouth from Misti's in order to behold the look of pure elation on her daughter's face. Misti's mouth was open as it had been when kissing her mother, but now it was serving as the source of low throaty moans of gratification for the tingles her Daddy was creating in her pussy.
Before too long however, Diane noted that the contact became moist, and then more so. She knew Dale couldn't hold out much longer. "Easy Tiger," she warned him "You don't want to cum too soon." But it just so happened that even the thought of spoiling the fun couldn't slake Dale's lust at the moment. He forcefully rolled Misti over onto her stomach and began to slam his hips home. Though the result was only to mash his dick against the mattress under her body, Dale somewhat enjoyed the pressure. Misti caught on quick though and raised her butt slightly and pressed her thighs around his dick so that her old man could continue the job.
At this very moment, Misti was as the kids say "down for whatever and just wanted to make her Daddy happy, but was quick to chime in "Besides Daddy... I want the first time you cum on me to be in my mouth."
That did it. All the guilt came crashing home and Dale slumped on top of the girl burdening her with his weight.
"What's wrong Daddy?" Misti intoned, knowing full well what was up but reveling in torturing her poor father.
"Uh...well, I have a little confession to make Misti." Dale said somewhat dolefully. "well...last night...after you passed out, you see...we uh, well your mother and I that is. I uh...."
"I sucked your father off and told him to cum in both our mouths," Diane admitted matter-of-factly, coming to her flustered husband's aid. Of course Misti already knew the truth but still feigned shock. Her eyes went wide in mock surprise and she playfully scolded Dale by saying "Daddy? You came in your little girl's mouth while I was sleeping? Oh Daddy...."
Now, given that she had for all intents and purposes purloined her father's cum to drink in secret like a greedy cumslut it wasn't that big of a deal to her anymore, but as she thought about it, Misti actually began to wonder if it had ever happened before. In the same tone but truly curious this time she asked him point blank "Have you ever done that before?"
From his position above his daughter's prone form, he hung his head and exhaled deeply. "Well, no, never like that" he admitted.
Dale looked up to see that both ladies were giving him a quizzical, yet faux-stern look, expecting him to elaborate.
Suddenly feeling very beat he rolled off Misti and onto his back in between his wife and daughter. The girls cuddled up to him and he put his big arms around them. Just when he thought he was off the hook, Misti said "what do you mean 'never like that'?"
"Well..." Dale began, unsure how really to begin. "There was this one time, a few summers ago. You had just got that sparkly blue bathing suit you loved so much before it got too small." His words trailed off as he recalled the day.
It had been a warm sunny afternoon in late July. Both Misti and Robbie were at home hamming it up around the family's pool. Dale had taken a few laps and played some volleyball with them before retiring to the house to fix some lunch. Robbie had claimed not to be hungry, most likely because he had just polished off a large bag of Funyuns but Misti had begged Dale for one of his signature grilled cheese sandwiches as she often did. As he laid out slices of bread and covered them with Kraft American singles, a loud shout from one of the kids caused him to look up. He did so just in time to see Misti walk over to the diving board as her brother goaded her to do one of her signature dives for him.
Dale's vantage point from the window gave him a view straight down the diving board as Misti mounted it. After she had achieved a good balance she reached behind herself to readjust her suit. Misti pulled the material up, out and then back over her buns in a manner that would have been very provocative other than for the fact that she only perceived that she was being watched from the front. This brief and innocent action had really done it for Dale though. From his perspective, her sweet young asscrack had come into view ever so briefly before she pulled what little excess the suit had snugly between her buns causing them to spill out and expand now that they were unrestrained.
Dale was hard instantly, only realizing it once he heard Misti crash into the chlorinated water which jolted him back to reality. It was the first time Dale had ever considered Misti sexually, but there was no denying it. That was one hell of an ass, daughter or no. "Besides..." Dale reasoned to himself at the time "who doesn't like a free show?"
All of a sudden making sandwiches didn't seem nearly as important to Dale as relieving his straining member. He considered adjourning to his bedroom, but as he turned to leave the kitchen he saw Misti emerge from the shallow end of the pool and once again approach the diving board. He watched her ass jiggle and quake with each step she took. Each footfall caused his cock to throb all the more intensely until she mounted the board. This time for reasons still unbeknownst to Dale she reached down to touch her toes causing her plump, yet still developing ass to open unto his view in a way fathers just shouldn't ever have liberty to behold their daughters.
Dale gave up the fight just then. He wasn't going anywhere. He hauled out his cock right then and there in his own kitchen and began to tug his tiger tail wishing he was instead thrashing the girl on the diving board, his puerile yet nubile daughter.
His pistoning arm tugged at his turgid prick for all it was worth. Misti had already completed her dive, yet Dale stared blankly out at where she had been recalling the hallelujah moment he had just beheld. This caused his mind to go blank and his cock to swell with lust. He then spewed forth his creamy jizz... right onto the awaiting slices of cheese covered bread he had intended for his daughter's afternoon snack. His pent up load made quite a mess on top of the cheese slices. He cursed himself for fouling the sandwich. He cursed again when he remembered that these were the last few slices of cheese.
Without time to get new cheese slices or even regroup to think, Dale decided to throw caution to the wind. He slapped the other slice of bread on top and dropped the cheese and sperm sandwhich onto the heated Foreman Grill closing the lid. It sizzled and began to ooze liquified cheese-jizz onto the grill. Once complete Dale plated the splooge sandwich and hollered after Misti to come get it. Before she had entered the kitchen he had excused himself to his bedroom, to sleep the sleep of the guilty and exhausted.
"Oh my god Daddy....I shared that sandwich with Robbie!" Misti exclaimed looking at her father, mouth agape.
"Well..." Dale began unsure how to conclude "I guess your brother has tasted my cum before too then."
Diane rolled over onto her back and burst out laughing and was soon joined by Misti and then Dale as well. The three of them laughed heartily at an inside joke of which the absent Robbie was undeniably the butt.
"It's okay Daddy" Misti said to him after their laughter had subsided, "You taste great. I bet he liked it." This brought a renewed fit of laughter to the trio.
With the rooster having crowed and the ice finally and completely broken between them, the next step was to get down to what they all knew was coming. Misti slithered up out of the covers like a lady snake and ended up crouching on her knees as she seductively raised her cum stained t-shirt over her fabulous tits allowing them to flop free for her parents delight. Tossing the shirt over Diane's side of the bed Misti next raised up on her knees so that she could lower her panties before twisting around to remove them completely.
With her last barrier of clothing gone Misti slowly pulled the covers off of her dad before trailing her nails along his body all the way down to his waist. She stopped there hovering above her father looking down at his hard dick and licked her lips in anticipation. As Misti lowered her face toward her dad's rock hard cock her ass was pointed high in the air. At the same moment her tongue poked out from between her lips to give its shaft a long slow lick she felt her mother crawl behind her and grasp her ass.
Diane was almost overcome with adrenaline and pheromones as she ambled up behind her daughter. The moment she had anticipated for months now was upon her. With Misti busy sucking and licking her father's dick Diane was assured at least a few mind altering swirls around her pretty daughter's taut cinnamon ring. Misti for her part had no idea what was to come but was very much okay with the double taboo of lesbian sex with her mother. All her expectations went out the window however when instead of feeling her pussy being stimulated, she instead felt what could only be her mother's eager tongue working in great wide swipes to purify her backdoor.
All the while Misti had been kissing and licking up the length of Dale's extended tool. She had barely slipped his purple helmet past her plump lips when the gentle drag of her mother's tongue around her sphincter became a forceful yet enjoyable intrusion into her asshole proper.
Diane moaned lustfully into her daughter's warm and throbbing asshole. She was, for lack of a better description, on cloud nine. On that cloud she sat with a chorus of angels, their harps strumming in time to her ministrations on her daughter's forbidden orifice. If she could've been allowed any modicum of disappointment at this moment, it would've been that her fantasy of Misti's ass containing the scent of her body spray was not realized. Instead, her ass smelled and tasted of a young woman who had been sleeping for several hours and had recently urinated. It was a fragrant and exotic aroma that was not altogether unappealing. In fact, Diane revelled in the flavor drinking it in, realizing that dreams don't always come true in the manner you expect them to.
Dale had his arm slung over his face with his eyes buried in the crook of his elbow. Every so often, he would peek out to reaffirm it was indeed his beautiful baby girl who was rendering this exquisite blowjob while her mother seemed content to tease her by purposely avoiding her needy vagina. Every so often Misti would push her sweet nineteen year old ass back and in doing so cause her mother's whole face to be implanted in between her buttcheeks for several seconds. Diane seemed all the happier every time it happened.
Feeling his nuts begin to churn up their usual load of spackle, Dale wisely eased up and away from Misti's pistoning mouth. He shifted back against the headboard and Misti slumped down with her face against the mattress as her wicked mother finally offered her the relief she needed by transitioning to her coral colored teen cunny.
Misti's mouth hung open and she began to mewl out strained little moans which sounded like she was being punished rather than pleasured. Her head was between Dale's outstretched legs and his meat missile hung in suspended orbit above her head or full chocolate colored locks. Dale gave himself a tug thinking how great it would be to cum in her hair. Knowing he wouldn't because he had bigger plans for this next load.
After her orgasm had subsided, Misti looked up at her father with loving anticipation. Both knew what they wanted and traded a look that conveyed understanding, desire, and need to the other. Diane moved away from the spent girl as Dale climbed behind her. flopping down on the bed to watch this splendid bit of taboo theatre which was about to unfold before her. It was the classic daddy daughter scene, only this time featuring her own husband as the stud and her impressionable young daughter as the horned up homewrecking daddyslut.
Dale could literally feel his heartbeat in his dick as he gripped it in order to line it up with Misti's eager teenage twat. The crown of his cockhead made contact with a surface so well lubed that a less seasoned cocksman might swear he had already made it inside of her. The satiny smooth kiss of her pussy lips on the head of his dick made Dale inhale sharply before bellowing out a loud "HA!" which bordered on a growl.
Dale looked down to reassess his angle of entry and beheld the lovely dark rosebud of his daughter's anus. This made him all the more determined to get his cock, all of it, inside her. His next thrust hit home and in one long slow stroke he successfully opened up Misti's near virginal love tunnel to the vigorous onslaught it was about to receive.
As he had in many fantasy masturbation sessions (commonly with his daughter's used panties spurring him on) Dale grabbed a tight hold of Misti's rounded hips and began to roughly pound into her causing her ample ass to dance about and her large tits to sway in wide centrifugal arcs that allowed her father to see her nipples as they swung in and out of his view. She snapped her head back and planted herself in a solid posture thrusting her fine ass back at her father in a stance not unlike the bottom man position in collegiate wrestling, determined not to let this buck pin her (to the mattress that is).
Once Diane's head had stopped spinning from finally having realized her dreams of annalingus with her own daughter, she resolved not to allow this little Electra to soak up all the sexual energy in the room. The truth is that she needed to cum, and bad. She hoped, as she shimmied on her back underneath her husband and daughter that Misti would repay the favor by going down on her as well. After only a few seconds spent marveling at the union of their genitals, she raised her head and began to lick hungrily at the point of contact exciting both man and girl with her efforts. It wasn't long however until pins and needles raced through Diane's cunt up to her tits and then her brain. Her overamped brain registered that Misti was indeed strumming her tongue along her clit in long slow strokes from side to side.
Misti had never been with another girl before, and had certainly never thought of her mom in a sexual way before the events of the previous evening, but somehow this all felt so right. Plus she felt obligated to repay the orgasm her mom had supplied to her while licking her asshole, another first. "Who knew you could cum from somebody licking your ass?" Misti pondered before switching tactics and gyrating her tongue around her mother's distended clitoris causing her to writhe in pleasure and express her feelings in a language similar to tongues, as heard at a Pentecostal mass. As a wave of emotion swept her out to sea, Diane sent up a hopeful plea moaning "Please baby, Lick mommy's ass!"
All Misti could do at the moment was moan and comply. She was not the overbearing sort and at the moment was being jerked around like salmon out of a stream by her bear of a father. She was enjoying the feeling of being sexually dominated by a big, rough man's man, not some awkward, scrawny high school punk. In light of this she easily acquiesced to eating her own mother's ass. As her tongue took its first few exploratory swipes across her mom's puckered butthole, the older woman recalled the video she had watched that created this twisted desire within her and sighed with the relief of a job well done and a fantasy realized.
As Dale rounded the corner towards home plate his knees began to grow wobbly and eventually his balance betrayed him. He slumped forward causing Misti's tongue to plop out of her mother's ass audibly. Their combined weight pinned Daine down to the bed but she was too far gone to not enjoy what was happening above her. She realized that she could just reached Dale's ass with her tongue from where she was positioned, and as she did so he lost all semblance of control and erupted in epic fashion right into Misti's waiting (and unprotected) womb. Misti felt her father cumming inside her and thought only briefly of the fact that she wasn't protected before figuring that a morning after pill might be in order.
Having slaked their lust momentarily, the spent relatives laid themselves out all akimbo on the mattress and drifted off to sleep once again. After all, they were on vacation.
This was the beginning of a week packed with all varieties of unfathomable family sex, but that's another story for another time.
The End
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