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"Steven, gone shopping. Probably stay in town for lunch, more shopping. Back latest around 3 or 4. Don't you dare do any touching either! Love Janet. P.S. Make sure you take a shower this afternoon! NO Touching!"
I noticed there was another P.S. Written in another hand.
"P.S.S. And make sure you shave too daddy, you gave me a rash!" Trish signed her note including a smiley face. I stood rubbing my chin, remembering. I would indeed need to shave the stubble nice and close later, but for now, it was time for coffee. The erection I was suddenly sporting a reminder of what was to come. After I had had two cups of coffee, I wandered back upstairs to dress. Attached to the mirror in the bathroom was another post it note.
"Wear the new Kimono I got you for Christmas last year," Janet had written. It was indeed a nice one, expensive, and I loved wearing it as it was so light-weight. But it did little to hide my ever-constant erection whenever I wore it, though I figured upon reading the note that was the whole purpose in doing so anyway. Janet knew it made me horny just putting it on. I shaved, knowing I would do so again a bit later after my shower, though that was hours away yet. I looked down as I did so, sure enough an erection sticking out of my shorts that didn't show any signs of going away anytime soon. The mere thought that later on this evening, I'd actually be taking my own daughter's virginity wasn't lost on me. Twenty-four hours ago, I wouldn't even be considering such a notion, now...here I was anticipating it, looking forward to it, excited beyond reason. It was barely even noon!
I wandered downstairs to turn on the TV figuring to lose myself in one of the Pro football games for the afternoon. I sat down, clicking the remote, though staring out the window towards the pool area. Once again images of seeing Chris and Trish fondling one another coming to mind. Almost immediately I had an erection, though it had never really entirely gone away either. I glanced up at the TV, paused and realized upon doing so there was yet again another post-it note attached to the screen. I stood up, walked over and removed it.
"By now you're no doubt sitting there thinking about what's going to happen tonight. Knowing you as well as I do, I'm also pretty sure you have an erection and that you're horny as hell. As you should be. We've left you a little something to further titillate and stimulate you for this evening, though I seriously doubt you'll need it. See you this afternoon. And NO touching! Love, Janet."
I only then saw what appeared to be a DVD sitting on top of the TV set. "What the hell?" I thought. It was obvious it was one that had been recently made. There was no title for it as I opened the case and inserted it into the player. Almost immediately an image of Janet as well as Trish appeared on screen. They were sitting on the couch, which now sat empty across from me. Obviously, they had done this early on this morning while I was still sound asleep. Both of them were naked as they sat there side-by-side waving at me.
"Good afternoon baby!" Janet said speaking at the camera, which she'd obviously used to film this. "I'm sure by now it is afternoon, and as I mentioned in my note, you're as anxious and excited about tonight as we are. So...here's a little something for you to keep you that way. Be thinking about what it will be like to finally stick that big hard cock of yours inside this," she'd stated, and then reached over slipping her fingers inside our daughter's cunt as she sat next to her mother there on the couch. Trish had placed her feet on the couch itself, spreading herself obscenely in fact as Janet reached over and began pleasuring her. There was something about actually seeing it on screen that made it even more erotic for some reason. Knowing perhaps, they had started off their day like this, as horny as I was for one...but now teasing one another purposely, knowing I couldn't say or do a thing about it...but watch.
"Fuck this!" I thought to myself, unzipping my jeans, releasing my hard stiff prick. Sitting there watching my wife fingering our daughter's pussy was too much of a temptation not to. And when Trish likewise began doing the same thing to her, I was a goner...hands down.
"I bet he's touching now," Trish stated looking glassy-eyed as she stared into the camera, and then down between her mothers's legs as she split Janet's lips apart with her fingers, purposely exposing my wife's clit. Using the remote zoom...Trish then zeroed in on it, enlarging it until it looked like I was kneeling there in front of her myself staring at that hard little knot of pleasure. "Bet you wish you were licking this right now don't you daddy?" Trish asked. "Well...just so you know, I'm about to!" She said teasingly out of camera range, though she again zoomed back, letting me see her as she slid off the couch onto the floor. And though I couldn't see her actually doing it, the image was erotic enough as Janet now lifted her own feet onto the couch, likewise spreading them apart as fully as she could possibly do, holding onto her own knees. Below her on the floor, I watched the movement of my daughter's head as it bobbed slightly, the visualization more in my mind as she licked, tickled and sucked her mother's clitoris though I also now enjoyed the presentation of my daughter's beautiful heart-shaped ass.
I now heard Janet speaking to me as Trish continued to orally pleasure her mother.
"Don't forget to use the tissues," Janet said looking halfway cross-eyed. "See you this afternoon," and then suddenly the screen went blank. I sat there staring at it, somewhat frustrated, only then noticing that Janet had indeed moved the box of Kleenex tissues from one end table to the one sitting next to my chair. I laughed, hit rewind, and sat back to watch what they had recorded all over again. Careful to retrieve several much needed tissues to clean up with afterwards.
Even though I had more or less broken the rules, I knew damn well after seeing that tape there was no way in hell I couldn't have. But then I realized, Janet too knew that I would. But I also knew in their teasing me the way that they had, it had only taken the edge off, ensuring that I'd be more than capable later, and most likely able to maintain a nice solid erection for a much longer time too before coming again.
Even so, I was still on pins and needles as the afternoon slowly dragged by, eventually heading back upstairs to shower and shave again. They'd be home in about an hour now, though I also figured it would still be a while yet after that. The festivities according to Janet, wouldn't take place until later on that evening. Even after their eventual return, it was still going to be a long...long day.
It was nearly four o'clock when I finally heard the car pulling up into the drive. Wearing nothing more than my black Kimono, I raced downstairs in order to greet them as they came in. Janet was the first to enter, carrying several shopping bags, though for the life of me I couldn't understand the reason why, though all of them seemed to be from one of my favorite lingerie stores. Trish followed, but to my obvious surprise, right behind her came Chris. I was a little startled at the unexpected additional company, though greeting each one of them with a hug and a kiss as they entered and soon passed me by. Though Trish and Chris continued on towards her room, Janet had at least stopped, waiting for them to leave before speaking to me.
"Chris?" I merely asked questioning.
Janet laughed. "Yeah, we called her this morning, invited her to come along with. It was actually my suggestion," Janet informed me. "Though I know Trish had changed her mind about having me there instead of Chris, I also know that the two of them had originally planned for it the other way. So I told her that she ought not to disappoint her friend, especially after everything they have been through and shared together. She was quite excited by it actually, as was Chris upon learning that I'd be there with them too."
"But..."
"No buts Steven. And besides...not like YOU won't mind having three luscious naked women in your bed anyway. Lots and lots of eye-candy to keep you all nice and horny, which by the looks of it...you still are," she said glancing down at the tented slick material of my Kimono. "And that...after watching the video too...didn't you?"
The look on my face immediately confirmed that. Making her laugh. "Now...go be a good boy and watch TV or something, we have girl things to do, and much to prepare for!" With that, Janet headed off down the hallway towards Trish's bedroom.
"Good grief!" I thought to myself. "How many more "girl-things" could they possibly have to do?
As it turned out...lots of them.
I was "barred" from even going upstairs shortly after that as the girls invaded our bedroom and bath, primping themselves and getting ready for the night ahead. I could hear a lot of giggling and laughter coming from the bathroom as my wife and now Chris, properly bathed and prepared our daughter for what was turning out to be a fairly formal ritual of sorts. And though initially I balked at the silliness of the whole thing, I began to realize, that for Trish at least, this really was a big moment for her, and one that I shouldn't be taking away from by any means.
Janet had informed me that they'd call down to me when they were ready. In a very strange way, I felt almost as though I was giving my daughter away at her wedding as nervous as I now was. Pacing about in my Kimono, naked beneath it, but not too surprisingly, no longer sporting an erection either. I was actually nervous now, worrying about how it would go. I wondered if I could be as gentle with her as I was hoping to be, especially with an audience now, which I hadn't expected, at least with the addition of Chris being there now anyway.
I knew the time was close at hand, it had grown suddenly quiet upstairs nearly fifteen minutes ago. All the giggling, excited banter had stopped. I stood nervously below near the landing, waiting simply to hear the sound of my name being called. When it was, it took a moment for that to even register. Janet calling out to me from the bedroom.
"Steven? Steven? We're ready for you sweetheart!"
The moment of truth had arrived. As strange as it may sound, I slowly ascended the stairs, nervous, worried and almost afraid of what I was doing here. This was a moment in time that once experienced, could never be undone. If it wasn't quite what Trish was hoping for, or expecting, there would be no way to go back and undo it afterwards. As I reached the top of the stairs looking down the hallway, I saw Janet duck her head back inside the room, closing the door. I swallowed, took a deep cleansing breath, and then walked towards the door, reaching it moments later. I stood there again, taking another deep breath, and then rather than just turning the doorknob, walking in...I knocked.
"Come in Steven, we're ready for you," Janet spoke.
I opened the door and walked in. In a way, it was as though I'd suddenly been transported into some other dimension, another place far, far away from here. It seemed almost surreal and certainly looked like it too.
Everywhere I looked there were candles burning, and not just a few either, there must have been nearly a hundred of them. The room itself had a nice warm glow, and felt it as well. Every shadow seemed sensual, every nook and cranny seemed to hold a secret, as though some Wood Nymph was standing nearby, watching...waiting. Though there were indeed two Nymphs immediately greeting my eyes as I finally focused my attention upon them. Each one dressed in a matching blood-red gown that looked more formal dress, than lingerie. There was no mistaking the sensuality that both Chris and my wife were displaying however. Their gowns clinging to every inch, every curve of their bodies, cut just low enough in front to reveal a great deal of tantalizing titty-flesh without being obscene.
We had never had a canopy over the bed, but somehow almost magically, Janet had created one. Several layers of white lace and chiffon completely concealed the bed that lay beyond it, my daughter no doubt secreted away behind the veil, waiting for me. Seeing that, I again felt a sense of an almost fairy-like excitement, half expecting to find tiny miniature women with wings flitting about the room, drawing the curtains back, which both Chris and Janet now did. Slowly pulling on the drawstrings, the veiled curtain began to part, beyond the whisper of my daughters form lying there on the bed. Red satin sheets, even darker than those being worn by either of the other two in color. Trish dressed almost coquettishly in white from head to toe, laying there upon them in stark contrast. She looked like a vision more than real, her hair fashioned in long ringlets about her face, giving her an appearance of being even younger than she really was. She had an air of a woman in far earlier times, a throwback to a Victorian era perhaps. Days of chivalry and revolutions, of duels fought on the green, of balls and courtesans.
I suddenly felt inadequately dressed, more appropriately attired in powdered wig and white laced shirt, a long flowing coat with large brass, even gold buttons adorning it.
I could only stand there, for a moment unable to even breathe as I gazed at what had become fantasy made real.
"Come darling...she's waiting for you," my wife said, now reaching out, as did Chris to take each one of my arms, leading me towards the end of the bed.
I now knelt upon the bed, both Janet and Chris undoing the sash on my robe. They soon pushed it from my shoulders where it fell about my waist remaining there. They next scooted up on the bed one on either side of where Trish lay, her bodice securely fastened, not even revealing a hint of her young tender breasts, though they now gingerly, and slowly began loosening the ties keeping it closed. Even then, they didn't fully undo them, only partially until the barest of hints of her fleshy mounds poked through the material.
I was surprised to feel my hands tremble as I reached up taking over the task, feeling wholly inadequate as I did so. Slowly, teasingly perhaps, undoing the small folded over bonds keeping her gown together. Inch by inch, gradually revealing more and more of her supple young body until at last her bodice parted, her breasts full, pointed with nipples harder than I'd ever remembered seeing them before, suddenly greeting my eyes.
Trish moaned, closing her eyes as my fingers lightly danced on the surface of her breasts, as though touching her for the very first time. I now maneuvered myself closer, leaning over to suckle each one briefly, kissing, tasting and teasing her with the tip of my tongue, hinting at promises of things to come. I now felt hands beginning to caress my own naked flesh. Fingers lightly tracing imaginary lines up and down my sides, my thighs, along with my ass. I felt it clench in anticipation, my cock long since hard though up until that very moment, I hadn't realized it. But now it throbbed, almost painfully so, lurching eagerly, wanting, "but far too soon for that just yet," I told myself.
I now found myself kissing my way down, continuing to unlace, undo, and then part the laced garment still covering her. Eventually I parted the last bit of cloth covering her femininity, her lips swollen, pink, puffy and oh so inviting. I gathered each one between my lips gently chewing it, sucking it, licking it with my tongue as she moaned involuntarily, arching her back briefly before settling back down again. I noticed as she did so, beneath her ass had been placed a matching satin pillow, which I now placed my own hands beneath, once again lifting her up as my lips and tongue finally sought out the heart and soul of my daughter's cunt.
"Oh fuck," she moaned softly, giving over to the unbridled lust and desire she was beginning to feel. Hands now toying with her precious breasts, looking up to see Janet on one side, Chris on the other, fingertips now toying with my daughter's breasts, teasing her with finger tickles, just as I was doing to her with my tongue.
"Please daddy, fuck me now...fuck me. Take my virginity," she moaned softly, pleadingly. "I'm ready."
I slowly scooted up on the bed, still savoring the sweetness of my daughter's taste. Looking down at the wet glistening folds of her sex, like a flower soon expected to be pollinated, I positioned myself for the final assault.
"Mother? Would you help daddy put it in me?" Trish now asked, a tremble to her tone of voice. "I think I'd really like that, having both of you doing that together."
"Sure sweetie, anything you want," Janet told her, moving down slightly, now placing her hand around my turgid cock. I soon felt my wife guiding it towards the opening of our daughter's sex, the tip just brushing against the wet slick folds of her pussy as Janet began teasing her, as well as me...as she did so.
Chris too had moved closer to watch, though her hands continued to gently mold and fondle Trish's breasts. Trish too reaching up now, one hand easily locating one of Chris's as she held on, toying with it, easily locating her girlfriend's nipple, pulling on it as she lay there.
I felt my wife's hand more forcefully prod and poke at the opening of my daughter's cunt, the slickness of her warmth bathing me, teasing me further. I was already fighting against the urge to release, surprised that I would be. And yet it took every ounce of strength and willpower that I had to keep from doing so. Once again I felt the press, the head of my cock now fully within, though no more. Janet slid her hand down a bit, once again prying, poking, teasing and yet using my hardness to continue to tease, please and pleasure our daughter with.
"God, oh god!" Trish moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her ass once again coming up to meet me, her mother's hand still working my cock up and down, side to side within the warm soft folds of our daughter's sex. "More...please more...deeper, deeper!" Trish begged.
But I could now go no deeper, not with my wife's hand still surrounding me, so she let go, nodding her head towards me, smiling. I felt her hand now rest comfortably on my ass as she leaned over whispering.
"Slowly honey...take it nice and slow, let her be the one to coax you into going further."
It was an unnecessary warning, but a welcomed one anyway. It had indeed been a while since I had myself experienced this. And then only once before, years and years ago when I too was once inexperienced having never done this before. But I had learned my lessons well, and so only pressed slightly, holding still...waiting on my daughter to urge me in further.
As wet as she was, as aroused as she was, I was still taken aback at how tight she could actually be. I pressed myself fully against the barrier of her hymen, feeling it stretch, though not giving way, and then easing back as I sensed her discomfort.
"No! No! Keep going, don't stop daddy! Don't stop!"
I pressed inwards again, feeling the pressure, my wife's hand gently caressing my ass, Chris now sitting at my daughter's head, both hands caressing her breasts as Trish likewise reached up, though more holding on to hers as she did so.
I pressed a bit harder, went a bit deeper, felt the barrier stretch even more, heard my daughter's sudden intake of breath as she held it, and then expelled it all at once.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"
I gave it one last hard pressured push...and then slid in. I felt her hymen give way, and as it did, I felt the slickness of her pussy gather me within fully and completely. Balls deep, I held still, savoring the deliciousness of her tender flesh, though doing so that she might have a moment to get used to the slightly uncomfortable intrusion. Gradually I felt her cunt loosen, the tension of her anxiety and fear softening. The minor pain and discomfort she had felt, suddenly evaporating away, replaced now with pure unadulterated pleasure as I gingerly, slowly withdrew, though even then only a little.
Once again, I slid inwards, just as slowly, just as softly as I could. Hearing her contented mewl of delight, I knew she now felt the pleasure as I'd hoped she would.
"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!"
The urge I had initially felt to flood her young pussy with my seed had thankfully evaporated. I was once again in control of myself, thrusting in and out of her now, though slowly still, yet continually. I felt her acceptance of my cock as she rose up to meet it, brief moments of her clitoris working itself against me as I met her there in the middle. Holding me now, her hands reaching out to grab my ass, pulling me towards her as she held on, keeping me fully and deeply pressed within her.
"How's it feeling baby?" Janet finally asked, sounding as though she too had been holding her breath the entire time.
"Unfucking believable!" Trish sighed clenching herself around me, throbbing and clenching again, somehow working my cock inside her without moving. A delightful sensation.
Janet's sudden laugh, breaking the tension, like a breath of fresh air as she once again joined us, her hand coming down to wrap itself around my slick sticky cock, smeared with the mingled juices of our combined coupling. I felt her as she held it, once again following me in, letting go moments later, though her fingers now sought out, and tenderly caressed our daughter's clit as I impaled myself fully once again.
"Let me...let me, sit on you daddy," Trish finally managed to say. "I've always wondered what that would feel like," she added.
Almost reluctantly, I slid all the way out, quickly exchanging places with her as I settled back, watching from behind as Trish began to lower herself over my cock, though both Chris as well as Janet now supported her as she did so.
Inch by inch, I felt as well as watched as my daughter's pussy gathered me in. Moments later she had captured me fully inside her, now leaning back almost laying on top of me. I reached around, her firm young breasts filling my hands as I toyed with them, caressing and teasing them again as she bent my cock pleasurably, just keeping enough inside her to pleasure herself with. Though the position had now offered up an additional treat, which Janet soon took advantage of.
Both Trish and I felt my wife's tongue as she treated us both to her pleasures. Licking and tickling her clit, then mouthing and licking my shaft. I wasn't too surprised, or certainly disappointed when Chris moved around behind Janet, and then slid beneath her. In seconds, she too was enjoying the same things she was currently giving to us, as Chris gloriously went down on my wife, as Trish and I fucked, and as her mother, my wife, licked and kissed the two of us over and over and over again.
Even though Trish was indeed, or had been at least a virgin, she'd been on the pill for a couple of years now. Even so, feeling my orgasm as it finally emerged once again, I warned her of it.
"No, don't take it out daddy...I want to feel it, feel you squirting inside me, especially for the first time," she urged sliding down hard now, taking me in completely once again. Sitting up now, she moved, grinding, ensuring that I was. Janet now joining her, hugging Trish to her, pressed breast to breast, though Chris continued to titillate and delight my wife in the process.
"God...I'm...I'm...I'm going to come!" Trish announced, which basically triggered my own orgasm, just hearing her say that.
It felt as though my cock had ballooned to at least twice its size as I began to release. One delicious contraction, expulsion, after another as I began filling my daughter's cunt with my cream. She in turn, clenching, squeezing, milking my prick of its seed as she likewise climaxed, and crying out delightedly as she did so. Like dominos falling, Janet too now crying out, and as was usually the case with her, vocalizing her pleasures in her own unique way.
"Yes! Yes Chris, Yes! Suck my fucking cunt! Bite my fucking clit! Suck it! Drink it! Suck down my juices!" She screamed out climaxing, thrashing about wildly now as she did. Meanwhile, Trish and I were just coming down from our own intense orgasms, felt almost simultaneously, the leakage of my cream even then dripping down, pouring out onto my balls as Trish gingerly extricated herself off me, collapsing by my side as I held her close, kissing her sweetly.
It was a long time before anyone even moved really, and then Janet did, slowly crawling up between our daughter's legs, parting them, and then ever so softly began licking and cleaning her up much like a mother cat might do to her young.
I too drifted in and out of my own revelry, looking over, content, watching as Chris now slithered up between my legs, taking my now very flaccid cock in hand and began to lightly draw it between her lips.
"Well Trish's daddy...shall we see if I can get this ready for me?" She asked.
It wouldn't take much. Laying there watching my wife as she began pleasuring our daughter once again, then the two of them moving off to continue doing that in a very erotic looking '69', soon had me at full staff, hard as ever. Climbing on, Chris soon engulfed me inside, only then making us all aware of a forgotten fact.
"He got mine now too," she announced, though she had as she'd once said, already technically taken her own cherry. But this was in fact, the first time she'd ever had a man's cock actually inside her.
"Nice isn't it?" Trish sighed pleasurably looking up from between her mother's legs.
"Oh fuck...is it ever!" Chris moaned now rocking back and forth upon me in a steady pleasurable rhythm.
"Just make sure you save some of that for me," Janet teased her, and then went back to what she was doing, sighing happily as she did.
True to my word, I deed indeed save some for my wife. Janet soon exchanging places with Chris, now sitting atop me, the two of us watching the girls as they lay teasingly and tenderly toying with one another, though with no real intent of getting one another off. They were too busy watching the two of us, enjoying it as they did...seeing Janet and I together.
We came sweetly, almost quietly, which was a real rarity for Janet, afterwards drawing up into a nice tight warm ball of satisfied flesh with the girls, each one of us hugging the other, and then slowly drifting off where we remained well into the night.
Needless to say, I called in to work taking off the next day, as had Janet. The four of us fixing breakfast together, famished, somewhat exhausted, yet excitedly anxious to continue on the day together.
It was the only time we ever did. And though it was exciting, erotic, and certainly adventurous and playful, never again did Janet and I become involved with Trish again. In time, she went off to school where for a time, she and Chris shared an apartment. Eventually, Trish wrote us, telling us she'd met someone and would be bringing him home soon to meet us.
As for Janet and I. Well, our own relationship seems better than it's ever been. We still talk about that night from time to time, as well as the day after. Inevitably, we relive that moment in the passion that we share with one another afterwards. And I've now come to understand, and love hearing Janet tell me over and over again, how her father likewise took her virginity. And though he and I have never spoken about it, or discussed it ourselves, I find it interesting now that we sit out on his porch, drinking a scotch together rocking back and forth as we sit side by side, smiling at one another without a single word being spoken.
I noticed there was another P.S. Written in another hand.
"P.S.S. And make sure you shave too daddy, you gave me a rash!" Trish signed her note including a smiley face. I stood rubbing my chin, remembering. I would indeed need to shave the stubble nice and close later, but for now, it was time for coffee. The erection I was suddenly sporting a reminder of what was to come. After I had had two cups of coffee, I wandered back upstairs to dress. Attached to the mirror in the bathroom was another post it note.
"Wear the new Kimono I got you for Christmas last year," Janet had written. It was indeed a nice one, expensive, and I loved wearing it as it was so light-weight. But it did little to hide my ever-constant erection whenever I wore it, though I figured upon reading the note that was the whole purpose in doing so anyway. Janet knew it made me horny just putting it on. I shaved, knowing I would do so again a bit later after my shower, though that was hours away yet. I looked down as I did so, sure enough an erection sticking out of my shorts that didn't show any signs of going away anytime soon. The mere thought that later on this evening, I'd actually be taking my own daughter's virginity wasn't lost on me. Twenty-four hours ago, I wouldn't even be considering such a notion, now...here I was anticipating it, looking forward to it, excited beyond reason. It was barely even noon!
I wandered downstairs to turn on the TV figuring to lose myself in one of the Pro football games for the afternoon. I sat down, clicking the remote, though staring out the window towards the pool area. Once again images of seeing Chris and Trish fondling one another coming to mind. Almost immediately I had an erection, though it had never really entirely gone away either. I glanced up at the TV, paused and realized upon doing so there was yet again another post-it note attached to the screen. I stood up, walked over and removed it.
"By now you're no doubt sitting there thinking about what's going to happen tonight. Knowing you as well as I do, I'm also pretty sure you have an erection and that you're horny as hell. As you should be. We've left you a little something to further titillate and stimulate you for this evening, though I seriously doubt you'll need it. See you this afternoon. And NO touching! Love, Janet."
I only then saw what appeared to be a DVD sitting on top of the TV set. "What the hell?" I thought. It was obvious it was one that had been recently made. There was no title for it as I opened the case and inserted it into the player. Almost immediately an image of Janet as well as Trish appeared on screen. They were sitting on the couch, which now sat empty across from me. Obviously, they had done this early on this morning while I was still sound asleep. Both of them were naked as they sat there side-by-side waving at me.
"Good afternoon baby!" Janet said speaking at the camera, which she'd obviously used to film this. "I'm sure by now it is afternoon, and as I mentioned in my note, you're as anxious and excited about tonight as we are. So...here's a little something for you to keep you that way. Be thinking about what it will be like to finally stick that big hard cock of yours inside this," she'd stated, and then reached over slipping her fingers inside our daughter's cunt as she sat next to her mother there on the couch. Trish had placed her feet on the couch itself, spreading herself obscenely in fact as Janet reached over and began pleasuring her. There was something about actually seeing it on screen that made it even more erotic for some reason. Knowing perhaps, they had started off their day like this, as horny as I was for one...but now teasing one another purposely, knowing I couldn't say or do a thing about it...but watch.
"Fuck this!" I thought to myself, unzipping my jeans, releasing my hard stiff prick. Sitting there watching my wife fingering our daughter's pussy was too much of a temptation not to. And when Trish likewise began doing the same thing to her, I was a goner...hands down.
"I bet he's touching now," Trish stated looking glassy-eyed as she stared into the camera, and then down between her mothers's legs as she split Janet's lips apart with her fingers, purposely exposing my wife's clit. Using the remote zoom...Trish then zeroed in on it, enlarging it until it looked like I was kneeling there in front of her myself staring at that hard little knot of pleasure. "Bet you wish you were licking this right now don't you daddy?" Trish asked. "Well...just so you know, I'm about to!" She said teasingly out of camera range, though she again zoomed back, letting me see her as she slid off the couch onto the floor. And though I couldn't see her actually doing it, the image was erotic enough as Janet now lifted her own feet onto the couch, likewise spreading them apart as fully as she could possibly do, holding onto her own knees. Below her on the floor, I watched the movement of my daughter's head as it bobbed slightly, the visualization more in my mind as she licked, tickled and sucked her mother's clitoris though I also now enjoyed the presentation of my daughter's beautiful heart-shaped ass.
I now heard Janet speaking to me as Trish continued to orally pleasure her mother.
"Don't forget to use the tissues," Janet said looking halfway cross-eyed. "See you this afternoon," and then suddenly the screen went blank. I sat there staring at it, somewhat frustrated, only then noticing that Janet had indeed moved the box of Kleenex tissues from one end table to the one sitting next to my chair. I laughed, hit rewind, and sat back to watch what they had recorded all over again. Careful to retrieve several much needed tissues to clean up with afterwards.
Even though I had more or less broken the rules, I knew damn well after seeing that tape there was no way in hell I couldn't have. But then I realized, Janet too knew that I would. But I also knew in their teasing me the way that they had, it had only taken the edge off, ensuring that I'd be more than capable later, and most likely able to maintain a nice solid erection for a much longer time too before coming again.
Even so, I was still on pins and needles as the afternoon slowly dragged by, eventually heading back upstairs to shower and shave again. They'd be home in about an hour now, though I also figured it would still be a while yet after that. The festivities according to Janet, wouldn't take place until later on that evening. Even after their eventual return, it was still going to be a long...long day.
It was nearly four o'clock when I finally heard the car pulling up into the drive. Wearing nothing more than my black Kimono, I raced downstairs in order to greet them as they came in. Janet was the first to enter, carrying several shopping bags, though for the life of me I couldn't understand the reason why, though all of them seemed to be from one of my favorite lingerie stores. Trish followed, but to my obvious surprise, right behind her came Chris. I was a little startled at the unexpected additional company, though greeting each one of them with a hug and a kiss as they entered and soon passed me by. Though Trish and Chris continued on towards her room, Janet had at least stopped, waiting for them to leave before speaking to me.
"Chris?" I merely asked questioning.
Janet laughed. "Yeah, we called her this morning, invited her to come along with. It was actually my suggestion," Janet informed me. "Though I know Trish had changed her mind about having me there instead of Chris, I also know that the two of them had originally planned for it the other way. So I told her that she ought not to disappoint her friend, especially after everything they have been through and shared together. She was quite excited by it actually, as was Chris upon learning that I'd be there with them too."
"But..."
"No buts Steven. And besides...not like YOU won't mind having three luscious naked women in your bed anyway. Lots and lots of eye-candy to keep you all nice and horny, which by the looks of it...you still are," she said glancing down at the tented slick material of my Kimono. "And that...after watching the video too...didn't you?"
The look on my face immediately confirmed that. Making her laugh. "Now...go be a good boy and watch TV or something, we have girl things to do, and much to prepare for!" With that, Janet headed off down the hallway towards Trish's bedroom.
"Good grief!" I thought to myself. "How many more "girl-things" could they possibly have to do?
As it turned out...lots of them.
I was "barred" from even going upstairs shortly after that as the girls invaded our bedroom and bath, primping themselves and getting ready for the night ahead. I could hear a lot of giggling and laughter coming from the bathroom as my wife and now Chris, properly bathed and prepared our daughter for what was turning out to be a fairly formal ritual of sorts. And though initially I balked at the silliness of the whole thing, I began to realize, that for Trish at least, this really was a big moment for her, and one that I shouldn't be taking away from by any means.
Janet had informed me that they'd call down to me when they were ready. In a very strange way, I felt almost as though I was giving my daughter away at her wedding as nervous as I now was. Pacing about in my Kimono, naked beneath it, but not too surprisingly, no longer sporting an erection either. I was actually nervous now, worrying about how it would go. I wondered if I could be as gentle with her as I was hoping to be, especially with an audience now, which I hadn't expected, at least with the addition of Chris being there now anyway.
I knew the time was close at hand, it had grown suddenly quiet upstairs nearly fifteen minutes ago. All the giggling, excited banter had stopped. I stood nervously below near the landing, waiting simply to hear the sound of my name being called. When it was, it took a moment for that to even register. Janet calling out to me from the bedroom.
"Steven? Steven? We're ready for you sweetheart!"
The moment of truth had arrived. As strange as it may sound, I slowly ascended the stairs, nervous, worried and almost afraid of what I was doing here. This was a moment in time that once experienced, could never be undone. If it wasn't quite what Trish was hoping for, or expecting, there would be no way to go back and undo it afterwards. As I reached the top of the stairs looking down the hallway, I saw Janet duck her head back inside the room, closing the door. I swallowed, took a deep cleansing breath, and then walked towards the door, reaching it moments later. I stood there again, taking another deep breath, and then rather than just turning the doorknob, walking in...I knocked.
"Come in Steven, we're ready for you," Janet spoke.
I opened the door and walked in. In a way, it was as though I'd suddenly been transported into some other dimension, another place far, far away from here. It seemed almost surreal and certainly looked like it too.
Everywhere I looked there were candles burning, and not just a few either, there must have been nearly a hundred of them. The room itself had a nice warm glow, and felt it as well. Every shadow seemed sensual, every nook and cranny seemed to hold a secret, as though some Wood Nymph was standing nearby, watching...waiting. Though there were indeed two Nymphs immediately greeting my eyes as I finally focused my attention upon them. Each one dressed in a matching blood-red gown that looked more formal dress, than lingerie. There was no mistaking the sensuality that both Chris and my wife were displaying however. Their gowns clinging to every inch, every curve of their bodies, cut just low enough in front to reveal a great deal of tantalizing titty-flesh without being obscene.
We had never had a canopy over the bed, but somehow almost magically, Janet had created one. Several layers of white lace and chiffon completely concealed the bed that lay beyond it, my daughter no doubt secreted away behind the veil, waiting for me. Seeing that, I again felt a sense of an almost fairy-like excitement, half expecting to find tiny miniature women with wings flitting about the room, drawing the curtains back, which both Chris and Janet now did. Slowly pulling on the drawstrings, the veiled curtain began to part, beyond the whisper of my daughters form lying there on the bed. Red satin sheets, even darker than those being worn by either of the other two in color. Trish dressed almost coquettishly in white from head to toe, laying there upon them in stark contrast. She looked like a vision more than real, her hair fashioned in long ringlets about her face, giving her an appearance of being even younger than she really was. She had an air of a woman in far earlier times, a throwback to a Victorian era perhaps. Days of chivalry and revolutions, of duels fought on the green, of balls and courtesans.
I suddenly felt inadequately dressed, more appropriately attired in powdered wig and white laced shirt, a long flowing coat with large brass, even gold buttons adorning it.
I could only stand there, for a moment unable to even breathe as I gazed at what had become fantasy made real.
"Come darling...she's waiting for you," my wife said, now reaching out, as did Chris to take each one of my arms, leading me towards the end of the bed.
I now knelt upon the bed, both Janet and Chris undoing the sash on my robe. They soon pushed it from my shoulders where it fell about my waist remaining there. They next scooted up on the bed one on either side of where Trish lay, her bodice securely fastened, not even revealing a hint of her young tender breasts, though they now gingerly, and slowly began loosening the ties keeping it closed. Even then, they didn't fully undo them, only partially until the barest of hints of her fleshy mounds poked through the material.
I was surprised to feel my hands tremble as I reached up taking over the task, feeling wholly inadequate as I did so. Slowly, teasingly perhaps, undoing the small folded over bonds keeping her gown together. Inch by inch, gradually revealing more and more of her supple young body until at last her bodice parted, her breasts full, pointed with nipples harder than I'd ever remembered seeing them before, suddenly greeting my eyes.
Trish moaned, closing her eyes as my fingers lightly danced on the surface of her breasts, as though touching her for the very first time. I now maneuvered myself closer, leaning over to suckle each one briefly, kissing, tasting and teasing her with the tip of my tongue, hinting at promises of things to come. I now felt hands beginning to caress my own naked flesh. Fingers lightly tracing imaginary lines up and down my sides, my thighs, along with my ass. I felt it clench in anticipation, my cock long since hard though up until that very moment, I hadn't realized it. But now it throbbed, almost painfully so, lurching eagerly, wanting, "but far too soon for that just yet," I told myself.
I now found myself kissing my way down, continuing to unlace, undo, and then part the laced garment still covering her. Eventually I parted the last bit of cloth covering her femininity, her lips swollen, pink, puffy and oh so inviting. I gathered each one between my lips gently chewing it, sucking it, licking it with my tongue as she moaned involuntarily, arching her back briefly before settling back down again. I noticed as she did so, beneath her ass had been placed a matching satin pillow, which I now placed my own hands beneath, once again lifting her up as my lips and tongue finally sought out the heart and soul of my daughter's cunt.
"Oh fuck," she moaned softly, giving over to the unbridled lust and desire she was beginning to feel. Hands now toying with her precious breasts, looking up to see Janet on one side, Chris on the other, fingertips now toying with my daughter's breasts, teasing her with finger tickles, just as I was doing to her with my tongue.
"Please daddy, fuck me now...fuck me. Take my virginity," she moaned softly, pleadingly. "I'm ready."
I slowly scooted up on the bed, still savoring the sweetness of my daughter's taste. Looking down at the wet glistening folds of her sex, like a flower soon expected to be pollinated, I positioned myself for the final assault.
"Mother? Would you help daddy put it in me?" Trish now asked, a tremble to her tone of voice. "I think I'd really like that, having both of you doing that together."
"Sure sweetie, anything you want," Janet told her, moving down slightly, now placing her hand around my turgid cock. I soon felt my wife guiding it towards the opening of our daughter's sex, the tip just brushing against the wet slick folds of her pussy as Janet began teasing her, as well as me...as she did so.
Chris too had moved closer to watch, though her hands continued to gently mold and fondle Trish's breasts. Trish too reaching up now, one hand easily locating one of Chris's as she held on, toying with it, easily locating her girlfriend's nipple, pulling on it as she lay there.
I felt my wife's hand more forcefully prod and poke at the opening of my daughter's cunt, the slickness of her warmth bathing me, teasing me further. I was already fighting against the urge to release, surprised that I would be. And yet it took every ounce of strength and willpower that I had to keep from doing so. Once again I felt the press, the head of my cock now fully within, though no more. Janet slid her hand down a bit, once again prying, poking, teasing and yet using my hardness to continue to tease, please and pleasure our daughter with.
"God, oh god!" Trish moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her ass once again coming up to meet me, her mother's hand still working my cock up and down, side to side within the warm soft folds of our daughter's sex. "More...please more...deeper, deeper!" Trish begged.
But I could now go no deeper, not with my wife's hand still surrounding me, so she let go, nodding her head towards me, smiling. I felt her hand now rest comfortably on my ass as she leaned over whispering.
"Slowly honey...take it nice and slow, let her be the one to coax you into going further."
It was an unnecessary warning, but a welcomed one anyway. It had indeed been a while since I had myself experienced this. And then only once before, years and years ago when I too was once inexperienced having never done this before. But I had learned my lessons well, and so only pressed slightly, holding still...waiting on my daughter to urge me in further.
As wet as she was, as aroused as she was, I was still taken aback at how tight she could actually be. I pressed myself fully against the barrier of her hymen, feeling it stretch, though not giving way, and then easing back as I sensed her discomfort.
"No! No! Keep going, don't stop daddy! Don't stop!"
I pressed inwards again, feeling the pressure, my wife's hand gently caressing my ass, Chris now sitting at my daughter's head, both hands caressing her breasts as Trish likewise reached up, though more holding on to hers as she did so.
I pressed a bit harder, went a bit deeper, felt the barrier stretch even more, heard my daughter's sudden intake of breath as she held it, and then expelled it all at once.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"
I gave it one last hard pressured push...and then slid in. I felt her hymen give way, and as it did, I felt the slickness of her pussy gather me within fully and completely. Balls deep, I held still, savoring the deliciousness of her tender flesh, though doing so that she might have a moment to get used to the slightly uncomfortable intrusion. Gradually I felt her cunt loosen, the tension of her anxiety and fear softening. The minor pain and discomfort she had felt, suddenly evaporating away, replaced now with pure unadulterated pleasure as I gingerly, slowly withdrew, though even then only a little.
Once again, I slid inwards, just as slowly, just as softly as I could. Hearing her contented mewl of delight, I knew she now felt the pleasure as I'd hoped she would.
"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!"
The urge I had initially felt to flood her young pussy with my seed had thankfully evaporated. I was once again in control of myself, thrusting in and out of her now, though slowly still, yet continually. I felt her acceptance of my cock as she rose up to meet it, brief moments of her clitoris working itself against me as I met her there in the middle. Holding me now, her hands reaching out to grab my ass, pulling me towards her as she held on, keeping me fully and deeply pressed within her.
"How's it feeling baby?" Janet finally asked, sounding as though she too had been holding her breath the entire time.
"Unfucking believable!" Trish sighed clenching herself around me, throbbing and clenching again, somehow working my cock inside her without moving. A delightful sensation.
Janet's sudden laugh, breaking the tension, like a breath of fresh air as she once again joined us, her hand coming down to wrap itself around my slick sticky cock, smeared with the mingled juices of our combined coupling. I felt her as she held it, once again following me in, letting go moments later, though her fingers now sought out, and tenderly caressed our daughter's clit as I impaled myself fully once again.
"Let me...let me, sit on you daddy," Trish finally managed to say. "I've always wondered what that would feel like," she added.
Almost reluctantly, I slid all the way out, quickly exchanging places with her as I settled back, watching from behind as Trish began to lower herself over my cock, though both Chris as well as Janet now supported her as she did so.
Inch by inch, I felt as well as watched as my daughter's pussy gathered me in. Moments later she had captured me fully inside her, now leaning back almost laying on top of me. I reached around, her firm young breasts filling my hands as I toyed with them, caressing and teasing them again as she bent my cock pleasurably, just keeping enough inside her to pleasure herself with. Though the position had now offered up an additional treat, which Janet soon took advantage of.
Both Trish and I felt my wife's tongue as she treated us both to her pleasures. Licking and tickling her clit, then mouthing and licking my shaft. I wasn't too surprised, or certainly disappointed when Chris moved around behind Janet, and then slid beneath her. In seconds, she too was enjoying the same things she was currently giving to us, as Chris gloriously went down on my wife, as Trish and I fucked, and as her mother, my wife, licked and kissed the two of us over and over and over again.
Even though Trish was indeed, or had been at least a virgin, she'd been on the pill for a couple of years now. Even so, feeling my orgasm as it finally emerged once again, I warned her of it.
"No, don't take it out daddy...I want to feel it, feel you squirting inside me, especially for the first time," she urged sliding down hard now, taking me in completely once again. Sitting up now, she moved, grinding, ensuring that I was. Janet now joining her, hugging Trish to her, pressed breast to breast, though Chris continued to titillate and delight my wife in the process.
"God...I'm...I'm...I'm going to come!" Trish announced, which basically triggered my own orgasm, just hearing her say that.
It felt as though my cock had ballooned to at least twice its size as I began to release. One delicious contraction, expulsion, after another as I began filling my daughter's cunt with my cream. She in turn, clenching, squeezing, milking my prick of its seed as she likewise climaxed, and crying out delightedly as she did so. Like dominos falling, Janet too now crying out, and as was usually the case with her, vocalizing her pleasures in her own unique way.
"Yes! Yes Chris, Yes! Suck my fucking cunt! Bite my fucking clit! Suck it! Drink it! Suck down my juices!" She screamed out climaxing, thrashing about wildly now as she did. Meanwhile, Trish and I were just coming down from our own intense orgasms, felt almost simultaneously, the leakage of my cream even then dripping down, pouring out onto my balls as Trish gingerly extricated herself off me, collapsing by my side as I held her close, kissing her sweetly.
It was a long time before anyone even moved really, and then Janet did, slowly crawling up between our daughter's legs, parting them, and then ever so softly began licking and cleaning her up much like a mother cat might do to her young.
I too drifted in and out of my own revelry, looking over, content, watching as Chris now slithered up between my legs, taking my now very flaccid cock in hand and began to lightly draw it between her lips.
"Well Trish's daddy...shall we see if I can get this ready for me?" She asked.
It wouldn't take much. Laying there watching my wife as she began pleasuring our daughter once again, then the two of them moving off to continue doing that in a very erotic looking '69', soon had me at full staff, hard as ever. Climbing on, Chris soon engulfed me inside, only then making us all aware of a forgotten fact.
"He got mine now too," she announced, though she had as she'd once said, already technically taken her own cherry. But this was in fact, the first time she'd ever had a man's cock actually inside her.
"Nice isn't it?" Trish sighed pleasurably looking up from between her mother's legs.
"Oh fuck...is it ever!" Chris moaned now rocking back and forth upon me in a steady pleasurable rhythm.
"Just make sure you save some of that for me," Janet teased her, and then went back to what she was doing, sighing happily as she did.
True to my word, I deed indeed save some for my wife. Janet soon exchanging places with Chris, now sitting atop me, the two of us watching the girls as they lay teasingly and tenderly toying with one another, though with no real intent of getting one another off. They were too busy watching the two of us, enjoying it as they did...seeing Janet and I together.
We came sweetly, almost quietly, which was a real rarity for Janet, afterwards drawing up into a nice tight warm ball of satisfied flesh with the girls, each one of us hugging the other, and then slowly drifting off where we remained well into the night.
Needless to say, I called in to work taking off the next day, as had Janet. The four of us fixing breakfast together, famished, somewhat exhausted, yet excitedly anxious to continue on the day together.
It was the only time we ever did. And though it was exciting, erotic, and certainly adventurous and playful, never again did Janet and I become involved with Trish again. In time, she went off to school where for a time, she and Chris shared an apartment. Eventually, Trish wrote us, telling us she'd met someone and would be bringing him home soon to meet us.
As for Janet and I. Well, our own relationship seems better than it's ever been. We still talk about that night from time to time, as well as the day after. Inevitably, we relive that moment in the passion that we share with one another afterwards. And I've now come to understand, and love hearing Janet tell me over and over again, how her father likewise took her virginity. And though he and I have never spoken about it, or discussed it ourselves, I find it interesting now that we sit out on his porch, drinking a scotch together rocking back and forth as we sit side by side, smiling at one another without a single word being spoken.
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