Chapter 10
It was a sun drenched Saturday morning at the height of spring. Whistling along with the birds, Honey poured the coffee she had just brewed into a mug, then put it on a tray with some buttered toast.
Stepping outdoors with the tray, Honey called to her father that his breakfast was ready. He was waiting for her on the patio in his bathrobe, the morning paper on his lap.
"Beautiful day, huh?" Art Wilde said to his daughter when she set the tray down beside him.
"Super," she sighed and stretched, taking in the sweet morning air with a deep whiff as the sun shined through her nightgown.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Art asked, eyeing the silhouette of his daughter's body as he took a mouthful of toast.
"Mmmmmm, I dunno," Honey answered girlishly, her finger in her mouth. "Maybe I'll have something in a little bit."
She drifted away, temporarily leaving her father to read his paper as she apparently returned to the kitchen. However, she stopped just short of the house, silently waiting for something.
It was only when Art Wilde had his nose in the sports section and had forgotten about her for the time being that his daughter silently returned to his side without his knowledge. Also unnoticed was her nightgown, now lying in the spot where Honey had been previously standing.
Quietly kneeling, Honey slipped her fingers under the newspaper and untied the sash of her father's robe without him realizing it. Then the drawstring of his pajama bottom was pulled open with the same light touch.
Honey smiled when her father's bare crotch was under her nose. His prick was half-stiff and throbbing, and his balls were shifting in their hairy sac. His eyes may have been on the paper, Honey thought, but his mind was wandering.
Art's cock and balls drew his daughter's mouth to them. When he lifted the paper and glanced at his lap, Honey was smothering his crotch with hot kisses.
Art said nothing. Smiling, he lowered his newspaper and resumed reading an article about the National Football League as though nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.
Closing her lips over the head of her father's cock, Honey slurped loudly. Then, one hand was squeezing Art's balls, while the index finger of the other was tickling his ass-hole.
Art sighed from the sucking pleasure between his legs, but kept his eyes straight ahead. The idea of being blown by his daughter while he read the morning paper seemed to him like paradise. To interrupt it would seem somehow unnatural.
It didn't take long for Honey's lips to slide so far down the shaft of her father's cock that she was nuzzling his balls. Deep-throating her father's ten-inch prick with a spasming throat and busy tongue, she suckingly begged him to fuck her in the mouth.
His eyes still trained on the newspaper, Art began moving his hips. Squirming in the patio chair, his loins activated his prick in his daughter's mouth.
Honey murmured with bliss as the root of her father's cock stroked between her lips and the head bobbed in her throat. She was so turned-on that she dropped a hand to her crotch and fingered her clit until her pussy gushed.
Staring at his paper, Art felt his nuts jump to the base of his prick. His cum was boiling, ready to erupt from his daughter's expert cock-sucking.
Now Art dropped the newspaper. It fell messily all over Honey's head and shoulders as her father arched back in his chair and rammed his cock in her mouth as far as it would go.
Art's balls exploded, shooting a torrent of cum that scalded Honey's throat as she gulped it down. His hands were under the newspaper, clutching his daughter's head to his prick so she could suck down every drop of his spurting jizz.
Suddenly, the panting and slurping sounds filling the patio were joined by footsteps. However, neither Art nor Honey noticed they had company until the intruder spoke.
"Beautiful morning," Dolly Wilde yawned to her husband, failing to notice her daughter kneeling beneath the collapsed newspaper. "Honey up yet?"
Grinning at his wife, Art swept aside the paper so Dolly could get an eyeful. Honey was just finishing up on her father's prick, cum dribbling down her chin.
"Well, well, my dear," Mrs. Wilde chuckled to her cock-sucking daughter, "looks like you're getting yourself an early start this fine spring morning."
Honey looked toward her mother. When she opened her mouth to speak, her red lips were connected with silvery threads of fresh jizz.
"You know what they say, Mother. The early bird gets the worm," Honey giggled. She clutched her father's drained cock, wiggling it in her mother's direction.
"Damn it, his prick is soft and I'm so horny," Mrs. Wilde complained. "I should have set the alarm an hour earlier so I could get to your father's cock first."
"Oh, I think we can work something out," Honey cooed, rubbing a tit against her father's limp dick. "After all, there are two of us and Daddy only has one prick. Those are the kind of odds I like."
Art basked in the attention he was getting from his wife and daughter. After fifteen years of running away from the responsibilities of marriage and fatherhood, he was finally learning just how satisfying family life could be.
Mrs. Wilde joined Honey, slipping off her robe as she knelt before her husband. When Art looked down at the naked bodies of his wife and daughter, they were so alike he had trouble telling them apart. It was such a turn-on that his cock started to harden even though neither Honey nor Dolly was touching it.
"Mmmmmm, look," Dolly Wilde crooned, her eyes sparkling at the sight of her husband's stiffening prick. "I could eat it up."
"Be my guest," Honey said to her mother.
Mrs. Wilde took her husband's cock in her hand and brushed the hot head against her lips.
"Suck it, Mom," Honey urged. "You know how I love to watch you give Daddy a blow-job."
"Man, oh, man," Art sighed as his prick was devoured by his wife.
He was going to make a joke about his cock getting no rest, but didn't get around to it because rest was the last thing he wanted. These days he lived to have his prick in a wet female hole.
Honey became so aroused watching her mother suck her fathers dick close-up that she could not resist joining in on the action. Quickly, she was cheek to cheek with Dolly in the well of Art's crotch, snaking her tongue around her mother's chin to lick her father's salty nuts.
Falling back in his chair while the two women in his life serviced his cock and balls, Art looked up at the blue sky and moaned with pleasure. It wasn't anywhere near noon yet and he was already on the verge of shooting his second wad of the day.
"You'd better stop sucking my prick or I'm going to come in both your faces," he warned his wife and daughter.
"Oh, no you don't," Mrs. Wilde laughed, releasing his prick from her mouth. "I want to fuck. I want my pussy full of cum before I do another thing today. Just pinch it off, stud, and wait until you get your big prick inside my tight cunt before you get your rocks off."
"I'll help you, Mom," Honey joined in, delighted with her crucial role in getting her mother and father back together after fifteen years.
Each of the women grabbed one of Art's legs and pulled him from the chair before dragging him to a soft patch of grass.
There, his daughter opened her thighs above his head and sat on his face with her damp pussy while his wife straddled his crotch and stuffed his dick inside her fuck-hungry twat.
"Oh, Mom, you should see your face," Honey said, turned toward her mother as the two of them serviced the same man.
"You should see yours," Mrs. Wilde answered.
"Daddy's tongue is so hard in my cunt," Honey giggled.
"Then you can imagine what his cock is like in mine," her mother laughed. "I'm going to be coming before I know it."
"I already am," Honey revealed after a sighing pause.
Her mother looked at her, watching her daughter's teenage body jiggle with delight. Feeling a warm glow from something besides just the cock in her cunt, Mrs. Wilde reached over and stroked Honey's nipples to instant hardness.
"You're so beautiful when you're coming," mother lovingly told daughter.
"It's twice as good when you're watching, Mom," Honey answered.
Honey and her mother kissed, their naked torsos bending over Art's belly so their mouths could meet and darting tongues could be exchanged. Their hands caressed each other's tits as murmurs of female passion filled the spring morning.
Pinned below the embracing women, Art continued to help himself to two pussies at once. As his rigid dick jammed up his wife's cunt, his tongue explored the creamy pleasure of his daughter's twat.
When Honey and her mother came up for air, Mrs. Wilde squealed, her back stiffening.
"You should feel how your father's dick just jumped in my cunt," she panted.
"Is Dad going to come?" Honey asked.
"You better believe it," Art called up from Honey's crotch. "Even your mother's cunt won't hold this load of cum."
"Maybe I'd better help out," Honey volunteered.
Clutching Art's head with her thighs for balance, Honey jackknifed all the way forward, crushing her tits against his belly. Her face at the junction of her father's cock and her mother's pussy, Honey thirstily waited for the promised eruption.
"Watch out, here it comes!" Art gasped, his crotch thrusting.
Mrs. Wilde threw her head back and groaned in ecstasy as the hot cum shot up her pussy.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep coming! Fill my cunt!"
Yes, Honey thought. Fill her cunt with your hot cum until her pussy can't hold it all. Then, when the jizz oozes from the sides of her twat, I can lick it up.
It happened just the way Honey hoped. Art's prick spurted so much jism up his wife's cunt that the excess quickly glistened in the open. And there was Honey's tongue to greet it, lapping away at the gooey rim of her mother's cock-stuffed pussy.
Enjoying her daughter's busy tongue almost as much as she'd enjoyed the fuck itself, Mrs. Wilde pulled away from her husband's cock so she could roll over and spread-eagle herself for Honey's mouth.
"Eat me, baby," mother called to daughter. "Eat my cunt!"
Leaving her father for the time being, Honey crawled between her mother's wide-open thighs, fastening her mouth to the older woman's juicy twat. Now her tongue entered her mother's pussy, wriggling around in the fresh cum.
As Honey ate her mother's cunt, her father's jizz delighted her taste buds. The combined flavor of pussy-juice and cum made her climax.
"Oh, baby, don't stop eating me," Mrs. Wilde moaned with her eyes closed as Honey sucked her cunt. "I don't ever want to stop coming."
In the meantime, Art was off his back, crawling around behind Honey. As she sucked her mother's pussy, her kneeling position presented a perfect rear-view of her golden twat for her horny father. Dangling, the plump, pink lips of Honey's cunt framed an open gash that begged for a big cock.
Art patted his prick and smiled. His cock was as hard as if he had not already come twice within mere minutes.
"Watch out, baby, Daddy's going to fuck you," Art whispered over Honey's shoulder. "Just keep eating your mother's cunt and my cock will be inside your pussy before you know what's happened."
Honey didn't need to reply any more than she needed to be told that she was going to be fucked. She had known her father wouldn't be able to resist putting his prick in her pussy. In fact, she'd counted on it!
While Honey's tongue wriggled in her mother's cunt, the head of her father's stiff cock passed between the lips of her twat and plunged within. She wiggled her ass and then his prick was in her pussy to the hilt, his balls squashing against her hot clit.
Sensing that something was going on, Mrs. Wilde opened her eyes and looked up to see her husband hunched over their daughter's ass, his prick obviously up Honey's cunt. As their beautiful daughter fucked and sucked between them, husband and wife traded knowing smiles, so proud of the lusty woman their little girl had become.
"I'm so glad you're fucking Honey," Dolly said to Art. "I love it when we're all getting it on at the same time. When the family is together."
"This is some cunt our daughter has," Art responded, twisting his dick in Honey's spasming fuck-hole. "Her pussy gets tighter every time I fuck her."
"I guess I don't have to remind you which parent she inherits that from," Dolly teased.
"I don't expect you'll ever let me forget your side of the family specializes in tight cunts," Art teased back.
"Too bad we didn't have a son, too," Dolly said with genuine feeling. "I could use an extra prick while yours is helping itself to Honey's pussy."
"Forget it," Art laughed. "I'm not sharing you two with anybody. One cock in a family is plenty if you know what to do with it."
"Daddy," Honey interrupted from her mother's crotch. "Will you stop talking to Mother and concentrate on fucking me. Your prick is hardly moving in my cunt."
Mr. and Mrs. Wilde looked at each other and shared proud smiles. Honey's appetite for fucking and sucking was a constant source of joy for them, the glue that had repaired their broken marriage.
"You two," Honey snorted with playful irritation. "All a girl wants to do is suck her mother's cunt while her father fucks her and you make such a big deal out of it."
"Maybe I was wrong about Honey's pussy," Art said to his wife, his face lopsided with a merry wink. "Maybe it's not tight enough for my big cock, after all."
"You could always fuck her in a tighter hole, you know," Mrs. Wilde grinned.
"Oh, wow," Honey sighed with anticipation as she caught on, glancing over her shoulder at her father. "Oh, Daddy, would you? Fuck me in the ass?"
"It's up to you, sweetheart."
"Yes, yes! Please, Daddy!" Honey panted excitedly. "Fuck me in the ass. I want it bad."
"I'll help," her mother said.
Rolling over, Mrs. Wilde crawled around in back of Honey to help prepare her husband's ten-inch prick and their daughter's tight, young ass-hole for one another.
When Art's prick was out of Honey's pussy, Honey's mother went to work on it first, greasing it from the head to the balls with a thick coating of spit. Then she turned her tongue to her daughter's pouting ass-hole as her husband held the cheeks of the girl's ass apart.
Quickly, the narrow opening of the daughter's ass was widened by the mother's tongue. Honey could feel the tingling all the way to her bowels.
Now Mrs. Wilde puckered her lips around the rim of Honey's ass-hole and forced as much spit as she could up the tight channel. By the time she was through, her husband's wet prick would slide right up her daughter's slick ass.
"Okay, you can fuck her now," Mrs. Wilde said to her husband.
She took over the cheeks of Honey's ass from Art, holding them open as he centered the throbbing head of his dick with their daughter's ass-hole. Flush with Honey's ass-hole, the tip of Art's hard-on squeezed inside. Then, with a sharp squish, the whole cock-head disappeared.
"Oh, Daddy, your prick is so big," Honey responded to the meat in her ass. "Shove it in farther. You know I love it in my butt."
Grunting, Art buried half of his thick dick in his daughter's expanding ass-hole, then stopped to rest.
"More! More!" Honey cried impatiently. "Give me the whole thing! Fuck me all the way!"
Honey knew that at ten inches her father's prick was technically too large for the channel of her ass, but the extra cock was the icing on the cake. She liked a hard-on to be about two inches longer than a woman's ass could supposedly stand. She didn't want to just feel the iron prick fucking her butt, she wanted to be overcome by it.
"You asked for it," Art responded to his daughter's plea, then jammed the rest of his cock as powerfully as he could up her ass.
"Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!" Honey screamed with ecstasy. "It hurts so good! Your prick is so big! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me! Fuck my ass! Make it keep hurting!"
Art did his best to satisfy his daughter, goring her with his hiked dick. He was always the most pleased when his prick put Honey in agony because he knew how much she loved to be hurt while she was fucking. In some ways her passion for pain was her most feminine trait. The way she cried out when too much cock stabbed one of her fuck-holes made a man feel like a giant.
Meanwhile, satisfied that her husband and daughter now longer needed her assistance, Honey's mother decided to treat herself to some pussy while they were ass-fucking. Her daughter's cunt was down there just waiting for a mother's hungry mouth, too sweet to resist.
All Mrs. Wilde had to do to eat some gash was slide between Honey's knees on her back, lift up her face, and start sucking. She did it swiftly, sighing as the lips of her mouth squashed against the lips of her daughter's twat and her probing tongue thickened with pussy-juice.
And so it went. Another typical Saturday morning passed in the Wilde household.
Mother, father and daughter usually fucked and sucked until noon before fatigue set in, then spent the afternoon relaxing and gradually turning each other on all over again. Although they got it on several times a week, weekends were their special time together, and they made the most of it.
Elsewhere in the neighborhood, people were taking advantage of the weekend to clean out the basement, wash their cars, mow the grass, or just take it easy. The neighbors assumed the Wildes spent their leisure time in pretty much the same way as they did theirs, although they sometimes wondered about the high fence around the Wilde property and the funny noises they heard.
Although nobody seemed to know them well, there was one thing about the Wildes on which their neighbors all agreed. Ask someone on the block about the Wildes and the answer was almost always the same. The Wildes were so close. In this day and age of divorce and the generation gap, they were one family who was obviously doing something right.
Honey and her parents couldn't have agreed more!