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I leaned against the door briefly, hearing her laugh to herself. Obviously she had no intention of giving this up. But then again, I had no intention of giving in either. And I was likewise tempted as well to fully inform Janet as to what Trish's intentions were. Maybe she'd have better luck convincing her to do otherwise than what I had. I had no idea what she'd do to me once she learned about the rest of it however, and that was an entirely different problem I hadn't quite decided how to deal with yet.
A short time later I heard a car pull up into the drive and knew that Janet had arrived home. The moment she walked in the door, I also knew she was nursing one of her headaches just in the simple way she looked at me.
"So much for that!" I thought to myself. Whatever discussion I'd hoped to have with my wife upon her return home was now obviously out of the question.
"I've got a headache," she told me unnecessarily, " I had Gloria bring me home sooner because of it," she added. "Think I'll head upstairs to bed...try and kick this before it gets any worse." She turned however before heading off. "Oh...when you come up, try waking me, see how I feel," she added trying to give me a smile. And then with that, she turned heading upstairs to bed.
"That was interesting!" I again thought to myself. Usually the last thing on Janet's mind when she had a headache, was sex. Though it didn't appear to be one of her usual Migraines this time either. The one thing I didn't dare do at this point however, was jerk off. As aroused as I still was after that episode with Trish in her bedroom, I didn't dare masturbate in the event Janet's headache went away. If it didn't, and if she was still complaining about having one, I could always go into the bathroom and get some relief. But for the moment at least, all I could do was wait for a while, give her an hour or so, and then head up to the bedroom to find out.
Throwing in one of my favorite X-rated DVD's, I sat back deciding to entertain myself for a while before heading on up to bed. Hopefully Janet would indeed be in a mood to mess around for a while, as horny as I still was. Even as I sat there watching the movie, my thoughts once again turned towards my encounter with Trish in her bedroom. I found myself imagining, remembering, and allowing the decadent thoughts I usually fought against having to fill my mind. I could still taste the sweetness of Trish's pussy, the look of her hard little clit as it throbbed and glistened between my fingers. I could still hear the sounds of her slick frothy juice as I fingered her, sucking her clit. The fact that I had arousing me even more, that I had actually licked my own daughter's cunt, and that she had wanted me to do more than that...a lot more. Taking her virginity really was an honor in a way, though my mind was still set, I simply couldn't act on doing that. Bad enough that I'd done what I'd already done, and now sat here stroking my cock just thinking about it.
I glanced at the clock, nearly an hour and a half had gone by. "Fuck this!" I thought to myself, releasing my prick, which I'd now, teased and tortured long enough. If I didn't cum soon, I was going to explode. It was time to go wake up my wife.
Before starting up the stairs, I looked down the hallway towards my daughter's bedroom. I could see there was no light coming from beneath the door and knew then she had gone to sleep herself. I then climbed up the stairs leading towards our room, once again seeing no light coming from beneath the door as I reached it. Janet too was obviously still asleep, though it was now my hope that her headache had finally passed and she'd be in the mood to help me do something about this massive erection I was sporting. I turned the knob on the door stepping into the dark room though I could just make out the still sleeping form of my wife there on the bed. In seconds, I was naked again, lifting the sheets as I slid into bed. I reached out, my hands seeking my wife in order to wake her. Pleased when I found that she too was naked, obviously waiting and expecting me. I pressed my hard stiff prick against her ass, nudging her there gently, savoring the heat of her flesh, my hands coming around to capture one of her breasts.
"What the fuck?"
If she'd meant to try and fool me, that was virtually impossible. There was too much difference in that particular department for any hope in her getting away with that. Janet's breasts though as large as my daughters were, were considerably softer, more pliant to their feel. And I now knew that, having discovered firsthand the differences.
"Hi daddy," Trish said rolling over in bed as I likewise rolled over, and then out, standing up to immediately turn on the bed-side table lamp. When it came on, I stood there in disbelief looking down at the bed where I'd expected to find my wife, seeing my daughter laying there instead.
"What the hell's going on here? Where's your mother?"
"Right here honey," Janet said stepping out of the bathroom, also naked, which was a bit of a surprise when she did, especially with our daughter likewise naked laying there in our bed. I thought briefly that perhaps she'd snuck into the room, had been having a chat with her mother, and had then fallen asleep or something, though why the two of them were both naked hadn't as yet become very clear to me.
"I was beginning to think I was going to have to go downstairs and get you," Janet said crossing the short distance towards the bed before sitting down on it. "We were worried you might pop one off down there and not even bother coming up here to wake me up," she grinned.
"We?"
Janet and Trish looked at one another, smiling, and then laughing openly. I continued to stand there in disbelief, no longer worried or concerned about my still hard throbbing cock that was sticking out in front of me in what seemed like a good mile or so.
"You...you were in on this?" I finally asked my wife. "You...you knew about Trish?"
"Every step of the way honey," she told me. "Trish came to me several months ago, wanted to talk to me about my first time, what it was like...what happened, all of it. So I told her."
"Told her? Told her what?"
"Something you never knew, though you never really asked either. It was my father who likewise helped me to lose my virginity. And since she asked, and since you know damn well I've never lied to her, I told her what had happened, and why. A few days later she came back to me again, asking me if I thought you might do the same thing for her, that my father had done for me."
"You've got to be shitting me!" I stammered hearing all this for the first time, but now fully aware of the fact that the two of them had been planning, or at least considering all this for quite some time now.
"No...I'm not," Janet said holding out her hand towards me. "Come...sit, hear the whole story," she suggested, "And then make up your mind if you're willing to do this for her...for us, for me..." she said seriously.
I sat down on the bed, finding myself sandwiched between the two of them as Trish moved over now sitting next to me on the other side. It felt weird sitting between the two of them, the three of us naked, me still sporting an erection though it had in fact gone down some.
"Go on," I prompted, now curious...wanting to be filled in as to what had obviously been going on around here the last few days.
"Well, like I said. Once Trish had had time to think about it, and decide for herself if this was something she really wanted to do, I told her I'd help her find a way to convince you to go through with it. I knew...if I approached you directly, you'd think me insane...if not both of us."
"Yeah, you're probably right," I told her thinking about it.
"Anyway, I then told Trish that the best way, was to frustrate you a little, take your guard down. Which is one of the reasons why I've been less than, shall we say...amorous the last couple of months?"
"The headaches?"
"Yeah, those," she giggled blushing a little. "I knew that you'd eventually get a bit frustrated, constantly horny, and not much of an outlet. Which made it far easier for Trish...and for Chris to entice you."
"She? She was in on this too?"
"Not at first, that was Trish's idea, but I thought it was a good one, and went along with it. Like me, Trish didn't think she could approach you in the beginning by herself either. But with someone like Chris teasing you, flirting with you, as vulnerable sexually as you'd become, it opened the door to make it a lot easier for Trish when she did approach you with the idea of taking her virginity. Anyway...so here we are."
"Yeah, so here we are," I said glancing back and forth between the two of them. Now what?"
"Well, I guess that depends on you, if you're willing to do this for Trish."
I turned towards my daughter. "Are you sure about this? This really is what you want? You've thought about it? Seriously?"
"Yes," she said simply grinning from ear to ear. "More than anything, though I have to admit...in the beginning I thought it might be easier to have Chris here with me when it happened. But then the more I thought about it, the more I realized, I wanted mom to be here instead. Plus...I thought it might make it easier for you if she was. Perhaps then you wouldn't feel quite as weird about it, having mom here with us when it happened."
As strange as that sounded, she was right. Having my wife here with us, if this was in fact going to actually take place, did make it a little easier for me to accept the idea. Had Chris been the one, I'd have felt a lot more like some sort of an old lecher, two young women in my bed, one of them my daughter. Maybe there wasn't a whole lot of difference, having my wife and my daughter there together, if anything...even a bit more kinky, more perverted perhaps...but a hell of a lot easier for me nevertheless.
"So daddy, will you? Will you take my cherry?" she asked.
"It's been a while...since I've actually done that," I confessed, though turning back around to once again face my wife. "And afterwards...I want to hear the full story of how you did," I told her. She laughed at that.
"Ok, sure...while you lay between my legs sucking my pussy. Then I'll tell you...everything, as much as you want to know."
"Will you do that to me too? Again?" Trish asked.
"Again?" Janet said looking a little surprised.
"Ooops, I didn't get a chance to tell you about that part yet," she said blushing.
"No...you didn't," Janet said eying the two of us, trying to look angry for a moment as she did, nearly succeeding too as I thought for a moment that I'd blown it, or that we both had. And then she burst out laughing. "Why am I not surprised? Figured you'd come up with a way to weaken your father's resolve. The one thing he's never been able to say no to, is to lick my pussy whenever I've asked him to do so, so it's not too surprising that when you obviously teased him with doing that, he couldn't say no to that either!"
"Sort of hard when it's practically in your face!" I said in my own defense.
"Speaking of which," Trish said now scooting back on the bed. "How about you come over here and help me get ready for you?" she now asked.
"And while you're doing that, there's something here that I'd like to play with a little myself!" Janet told me as her hand quickly reached out, wrapping itself around my once again very, very hard cock.
With there no longer being any reason for fears, worries or concerns, I fully intended to enjoy myself, or rather enjoy licking my daughter's cunt once again. Especially with Janet likewise sucking my dick while I did that. The moment I ran my tongue up that wet furrow of my daughter's split, the heady excitement seized me like a vise, the intoxicating taste and aroma of her pussy like the most intense aphrodisiac I could have ever taken. No need for Viagra here, though I also knew I'd be shooting a load off inside Janet's mouth if she kept sucking me the way that she was.
Thankfully, it didn't take long for Trish to climax either, soon doing so, screaming out her pleasure as she came, one finger inside her now, teasing her "g" spot as I sucked her tender clit, hanging on for dear life as she thrashed about wildly there on the bed in the throes of orgasm.
"Holly shit!" Trish managed moments later. "You always eat pussy like that? Fuck dad, that's better than Chris ever did, and I thought no one could do it any better than she could...and another woman to boot!"
"Your father always was good at doing that," Janet told her. "Why do you think I'm always walking around without any panties on myself? Used to be, he'd pull me over towards him at the dinner table whenever you weren't around. Yank my shorts off to one side, and in seconds, have me quivering all over his face!"
I sat there grinning, though my dick was throbbing almost painfully at this point.
"Do mom," Trish told me. "Lick mommy, I want to watch you do that." Janet was already sliding up on the bed in an effort to make herself more comfortable, piling pillows up behind her head as she did so she could also watch. She loved doing that, loved seeing me licking her twat, tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue while working my fingers around inside her.
I began doing so, my wife's pussy just as wet as Trish's had been, if not more so. Trish now kneeling beside the two of us looking down, her hand suddenly worming between her legs as she again began frigging herself, even though she had just climaxed only moments ago.
"I can't believe how fucking hot that looks, or how horny I still am!" She freely admitted. And I had to admit, hearing my daughter speak in such an obscene lusty way was rather heady as I drew in my wife's clit, holding it there between my lips gently sucking it.
"You do...do that...so well," she breathed through several heavy pants as I continued to suckle her clit like nursing her nipples. And as I did so, Trish in fact reached over, her fingers quickly locating one of her mother's breasts as she gently caressed it, squeezing it, and then thumbing her mother's nipple playfully within her hands.
"Did you nurse me?" she then asked.
Janet laughed, though she groaned too as I slid a second finger inside her. "Ah yes in fact...I did. Why do you ask?"
"Well obviously...I don't remember doing that, but I was wondering if you had a problem with me doing that now."
Once again my wife laughed, though I now looked up in anticipation. "Under the circumstances, I don't see your doing that as any sort of a problem here," she said, now cupping her own breast, holding it up for our daughter as she leaned over, capturing the hard taut nipple between her lips. I went back to licking my wife's sweet split, one eye on the two of them, taking in, and enjoying the sight as Trish sucked and played with her mother's breasts.
And being as aroused as she obviously was too, it wasn't long before Janet likewise announced her impending orgasm. Unlike her daughter however, Janet was vocal about it, always had been...always would be. She'd once told me long ago that for her at least, part of the orgasm itself was her vocalizing it too. Sometimes with obscene profanity, other times shrieks and grunts of pure unadulterated joy, mostly though...she did both. Which I was expecting her to do now by the looks of it, and wondered briefly if I ought to say anything.
That became a moot point however, especially with Trish sensing her own mother's release as she began urging her on. Trish had a bit of a naughty side to her as well as I now remembered and realized it as she began speaking to her, coaxing her through her climax.
"Oh yeah mom...god yes, come. Feel daddy's tongue on your clit, the way his fingers are fucking you, teasing you. I loved how he did that to me...so I know, I know what your pussy is feeling right now, this very moment. And I know it so fucking wants to come!"
"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" Janet wailed pleasurably. "Eat my fucking cunt you dirty prick!" she screamed at nearly the top of her lungs. "Eat my pussy the way you enjoyed eating your daughter's pussy, the way I'm sure you'd love to see us eating one another," she said sitting up looking down at me. The look on her face was almost animalistic, pure lust, wild fire gone berserk. "Suck my cunt you bastard! Tear my fucking clit off, eat it, suck it...fuck it...fuck me!" she screamed out once again as Trish suddenly leaned over, her own hand coming down between her mother's legs, fingers disappearing inside replacing my own though I continued to tease my wife's clit as Trish now took over in fingering her.
"You like that mommy cunt?" Trish asked fingering her mother's pussy, driving her hands inside her now, pummeling her mother's pussy making it almost impossible for me to even continue, though I somehow did. "How's that feel? Your own daughters fingers, finger-fucking your cunt, the same cunt that gave birth to me, the same cunt that held daddy's sticky creamy spunk inside it, and made me. Now...here I am, fingering that same sweet nasty cunt that gave me life. And I want to see it come, want to see it get all squishy, juicy...and creamy when you do."
"Fuck yes...yes, I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna come!"
Janet had had some earth shattering climaxes in the past to be sure. And I had heard her scream out at the top of her lungs before too when she had, so I wasn't totally unprepared for it this time either. However...she now did something I had rarely seen her do, and even then, never to the extent that she did now. She obviously exploded, both figuratively, as well as literally, surprising all three of us, including herself.
When she came, she did so with a shrill cry that exceeded anything I'd ever heard come out of her mouth before. But that was only for starters. As I lay there still holding onto her clit, sucking and licking it, I suddenly felt a surge of creamy moisture. Once again, something I'd enjoyed before, but I knew by the sheer volume of it, even in the beginning, this was more...far more than I'd ever seen her do. And then suddenly, it was not simply a mouthful, but a face full. A torrent of juice that came out spraying against me and Trish both. It was as though someone had somehow stuck a garden hose up inside her, turning it on full blast. Forced to sit up, which I now did, as Trish already was, we both sat there in profound amazement. Hearing Janet crying out, spastically almost, thrashing about there on the bed, going so far as to reach down with her own hands, lifting up her own ass from beneath, arching her back. As she did that, this geyser of twat-water continued to squirt upwards in a fountaneous spray, cascading upwards into the air, finally falling again, to splash wickedly back down over and upon almost everything near by. I'd never seen anything like it before in my entire life, though I later learned, neither had she.
"Holy fucking shit! Does she always do that?" Trish asked several minutes later as the two of us sat there looking at one another, my wife's, and Trish's mother's spunk so thoroughly having bathed us. And Janet too, still looking a bit wild-eyed, perhaps a bit sheepish even as the bed now thoroughly soaked would make it virtually impossible to sleep in.
"Well, not nearly like that," I finally stated after regaining my senses. "She must have been really...really horny for her to have done it like that," I said looking over at my daughter as she literally pulled her own sopping wet hair away from her face.
"Ya think?" She said, and then burst out laughing, as we all did.
It still took a while for both girls to fully collect themselves. By the time they had, I felt like I was about to burst at the seams. Even Trish commented on it, looking over at me as she lay by her mother's side, still gently fingering and toying with her nipples, though Janet had been doing the same thing to hers.
"Does it always get that big and purple?" My daughter asked. "It's almost a little scary," she added.
"Sometimes...especially when he gets all worked up the way that he does, like now for example," Janet instructed. "Sometimes, it even scares me a little, especially when it's been a few days and he hasn't stroked himself off. When he does that, it always looks like this, especially just before he comes, which reminds me. Though we're now obviously all in agreement here, that your dad is going to be the one to take your cherry, I'd like to offer a bit of advice."
"What?"
"That we do that tomorrow, not here...not tonight. Let's all take the time to savor this, enjoy one another without any anxiety, or worries getting in the way. Trust me...I know. It's best to get to know one another first, get a bit more comfortable. And then tomorrow, we'll make an entire day out of it. We'll start off with a nice long bath, in which I'll pamper you, getting you ready for your dad. We'll put fresh sheets on the bed, since obviously I've pretty much ruined these for now," she giggled blushing profusely. "And...more importantly, after your dads had a chance to calm down a little, it'll be much better for you too. Right now, I think if either one of us even touched it the way it's looking at the moment, he'd explode."
"You've got that right!" I commented sitting there looking at the two of them still curled up on the bed together, one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen before, though my hot throbbing cock reminded me I was in dire straits here.
"Anyway...my point is," Janet continued ignoring me altogether, "After we've all had a chance to calm down and collect ourselves, get a bit more refreshed, and then spend the day just being around one another, teasing a little and such. Well...it will enhance and escalate the desire, the pure pleasure of it, and will make it far less uncomfortable for you, when the time finally does come. Right now, in his state," she said looking over towards me, likewise gathering my daughter's attention. "I'm afraid he might be a bit disappointing, and we certainly don't want to have that now do we?"
"Certainly not!" Trish said sitting up. "So...what do we do then? Until then?" She asked.
"Well, for one...we probably should get some sleep, going to be a long busy lust-filled day tomorrow."
"I am sort of getting a little tired," Trish announced. "Sounds like a good idea."
"Hey...excuse me?"
"But...I certainly won't be getting any sleep with these wet sheets on the bed, so if you wouldn't mind helping me strip them off first."
"Ok sure mom...of course."
"Anyone listening? Janet? Trish?"
"And we need to find you something really sexy for tomorrow too, maybe we'll go shopping, find something really intimate, sexy...cute, naughty...for your deflowering," Janet spoke as she rolled out of bed on one side, and as Trish did the same on the other.
"What the bloody hell?" I asked standing there wondering for a moment if I'd suddenly turned invisible or something.
"Oh but you know what?"
"What?" Trish asked turning towards her mother.
"We probably should get your father off...or he's apt to have an embolism or something, and we certainly can't have that...not before tomorrow now anyway can we?"
"No...we certainly can't allow that to happen," Trish said winking at her mother as Janet in turn winked back at her. And then they both turned and approached me, reaching me at almost the same exact moment, each one down on their knees as I stood there in front of them.
"You didn't seriously think we'd forgotten about you now did you?" Janet asked as I felt her hot delicious tongue suddenly slide up and down the length of my shaft.
"Or that we'd leave you standing here with this big hard dick of yours, all naughty swollen and purple like it is...without any relief?" Trish added now licking up and down the opposite side from where her mother was.
"No." I said almost quietly. And then simply succumbed to the intensity of the twin lips and tongues that had begun to lift me towards heights never before imagined.
Thankfully, it was my turn to sleep in, which I did. By the time I got up, just shortly after nine, which for me was sleeping in, I couldn't hear any other sound in the house. I wandered downstairs in search of a cup of coffee. It was made and waiting for me, along with a post-it note attached to an empty mug.
