Chapter 10
Paul's mouth hung open. He had a disbelieving look on his face. "Paul?" I called out.
He gave out a low hmm, half-wagged his head and walked out. When I got to the living room I heard a car start up. I looked out the window and saw Paul pulling out of the drive. Daddy came up to me. I looked at him. "What can I...."
Daddy shook his head and placed a hand on my shoulder. "There's nothing to do," he said. He looked into my eyes. "I've got a feeling Paul will come back soon. He's just got to digest what he's seen. I think, under the circumstances, it would be best forme to leave. Call me. Come see me. Okay?"
I nodded my head.
Daddy kissed me on the forehead and left.
I stayed up, waiting. Daddy was right. Paul did come back soon. He came in, didn't say a word, just glanced at me, and went into the bedroom. After a few minutes, I walked to the bedroom. Paul lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. I went to the bed and sat at the edge.
"Paul?" I said softly.
He looked expressionlessly at me. "I managed to catch an early unscheduled flight," he said tonelessly.
"Paul ... I...." I lay down beside him. "Paul, you've got to understand."
His brows knitted. "Understand what?"
"Understand about ... Daddy and me."
He breathed out a hmm and looked at the ceiling, then he looked at me. "What's there to understand?"
I reached out and touched his chest. "I love him-and he loves me."
Paul gave out a brief dry chuckle. "That's apparent."
"And I love you," I said. "I love you more than you'll ever know. I love you with my soul and my heart and my body."
"Fawn," he sighed and shook his head.
I stroked his chest lightly.
"Are you saying you love me the same as you love your father?"
"No." I ran my hand down to his belly. "I love you as a husband. I'm your wife. I love no one else as I love you."
"And what about your father?"
"I love him in a different way." Paul looked at me. "What's different about it? I mean from the way you love me?"
I brushed a hand across his crotch. "I love him as a father. I'm his daughter. It happens that what I feel for you and for Daddy manifests itself in a similar way. But I love you differently. I can't explain it any better than that." I placed my hand squarely on his crotch. And I felt it respond. "There's a bond between Daddy and me. And there's a bond between you and me. They're different, but they're related too." I stroked his crotch. His prick began to rise. "When you desire someone or want to give affection to someone-to express your affection or want them-one of the ways to do it is through the body, to share your body with them." His penis strained upward, was getting rigid. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock, cupping my hand around it.
Paul breathed heavily. I slid down and took it in my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it, sliding my lips up and down. I mouthed the head and sucked it. His cock climbed to its full length, throbbing and turgid. He breathed out a hoarse moan and moved his pelvis up, sliding his root up my mouth. I shifted over onto my knees between his legs and sucked up and down it.
"Oh," Paul groaned. He clutched my head and ran his hands through my hair. He suddenly pulled it out of my mouth, pulled me to him, turned me over on my back and mounted me. "Ah!" he rasped as he pushed into my slit. "Yeah!"
I bent my legs back and raised my pussy. "Oh, darling!" I moaned. "Yes! Oh, my love, yes!" I stroked his cheek and rubbed his shoulders as he reamed it in me. "Oh sweet!" I gasped. "Share your body with me! Oh, baby sweet-oh, loving fuck! Oh, sweet fucking loving! Yes, yes!"
He pumped fast and strong till he spurted his jism in me. We lay there, not saying anything for a good five minutes. Then he finally stirred, raised his head and looked at me. A wry smile covered his face. Then he laid his head back down, pressing his cheek upon mine, and sighed.
We remained silent a while longer, then Paul said "Fawn, I've got to be...." He breathed out heavily again. "I've got to be honest with you. I'm a hypocrite. I've done the same thing as you. Incest. Adultery. With Sandy. I enjoyed it, enjoyed it more than I can say. How can I blame you or be upset with you ... when I came in and saw you and your daddy I was shocked. But there was something else too." He rubbed his cheek on mine and ran a hand down my body. "It turned me on."
"It did?"
"Yes, it did." Now he was running his cock up and down my quim. "Seeing your father lying on top of you like that, and you naked with your legs wrapped around him ... knowing he had just fucked you-and that you'd love it-" His cock was full and stiff now-"knowing your father ... knowing he fucks you-your own father fucks you-" He rapped his rod into my pussy-"ahh, and that you love it, you want it! Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck, Fawn, fuck!"
"Yes!" I cried. "Oh, yes! I want it-I want it from you! Right now! Deep, oh screw me deep! Screw me with that cock I love! Give me your loving fuck-give me your fucking loving! Oh, dearest hubby-give me your hot fucking love!"
He wailed and humped me till his spunk shot out a thick creamy stream. And he kept shooting in me till he finally moaned and sank down, exhausted.
I held him, a feeling of quiet joy within me. We shared a long open-mouthed kiss, our tongues aflame. Then he looked at me and smiled. "Well, what do you think?" he said.
"I think we should go over to Daddy's."
He grinned and looked down at my tits. "Okay," he said.
Daddy looked quizzically at both of us. Then he said, "Well, what say I open a bottle of champagne?"
"Great," I said. "Friday nights were made for champagne."
Daddy chuckled. "You're right. Well, what should we toast?"
"Let's toast the three of us," I said, looking into their eyes.
"I'll sip to that," Paul said.
"So will I," Daddy said. He looked at Paul and me, studying us. "What say we go to the den. That's the most comfortable room in the house."
When we entered his den Daddy put on some soft music and we sat and sipped champagne.
"Thai's nice music," I said. "Dreamy."
"Good to dance to," Paul said. "Slow dance to."
"You convinced me," I said.
Paul and I got up and danced-slowly-holding each other. We danced for a couple of minutes. And when the music stopped momentarily, we stopped. "That was nice," I said. "Daddy, would you care to?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he said.
We swayed to the music, our bodies pressed together. Daddy was light on his feet, a natural dancer. But I could see Paul getting restless sitting alone on the sofa, so I told Daddy that I was feeling rather dizzy. We stopped dancing.
Now I stood in front of Paul, with Daddy beside me. Then I reached behind me and unzipped my dress and slid it off. I stood naked before them. "Let's make love," I said.
Paul got up, his eyes bright with fire. I looked at Daddy. His eyes matched Paul's. Daddy went behind me and clutched my waist, pressed his groin upon my rump and ran a hand under my arm and palmed one of my breasts. Paul nuzzled my cheek and neck and laid a hand on my breast. He slid his other hand between my legs and cupped my labes and stroked. I moved my ass in circles against Daddy's hunching cock and moved my hand to Paul's crotch. "Oh," I sighed. "Get naked with me.
After Paul and Daddy stripped I grabbed their cocks and jacked them. I went down on my knees and took Paul in my mouth and sucked till he was hard. Then I sucked Daddy. And then back to Paul. Minutes later, he got down on his knees and gently positioned me on the floor. He licked my belly and dipped his tongue in my navel. Then he moved on down. I lifted my legs and raised my pelvis. He buried his face in my bush and breathed hotly.
"Oh, Paul," I whimpered, "Oh, yes!"
Daddy got down beside me and went down on my boobs, sucking them.
"Oh, lick me, suck me!" I moaned. "Oh, Paul! Oh, Daddy!"
"She's good and hot," he said to Daddy. "Fuck her."
Daddy came down on me and poked his pecker in my tush. "Umm, honey Fawn," he purred. He prodded his rigid staff up my vagina all the way to my core.
"Oh, you're so big!" I cried. "Ah, fuck me, Daddy, all the way to my gut!"
He drove his shaft up and down my tube in long strokes. I fucked him back, thrashing my cunt up to meet his oncoming thrusts.
"Now!" I wailed. "Now, Daddy, now! Oh, love-send me to heaven!" I lunged upward and a red-hot shower of piercing bolts racked my body.
"Fuck!" Daddy roared. "Fuck your heavenly cunt!"
He spewed a long streamer of spunk up my gut. "Ah, you goddess!" he huffed.
And when he crawled off me, Paul mounted me and slid his dick all the way in me. He was fantastically stiff. He screwed me fast and strong, zipping it up and down.
"Oh, Paul! Oh, honey lover! Ooh, you're so stiff! Ah, so good and hard! Oh, precious fucking lover! Fill me up, ream me out, rap it in me! Oh, dearest hubby, you're making me cum!"
Paul crammed his jism in me just as I climaxed. Simultaneous orgasms.
We lay on the floor, stretched out, drained. But not for long. Paul turned and mouthed my tits. I ran my hands through his hair and thrust my breasts against his mouth. He was all over them, rubbing and licking and sucking them. And Daddy stroked my pussy. I raised my tits and cunt up. Daddy slid his middle finger into my snatch and ran it in and out. "Ohh, you're making me so hot!" I gasped.
Daddy pulled his finger out and slipped it into my butthole, then back to my pussy. Back and forth he -rimmed his finger in my cunt and ass. I raised my pelvis. He clutched my ass and drove his penis in my nookie, then pulled it out, flipped me over and oozed his tool into my asshole. "Ohh," I moaned. I raised my ass and spread my legs as wide as I could. He dug his poker up my rectum all the way, burying every inch of it. Then he went down on his back with me on top of him, his rod fully up my anus. He clamped my legs and pulled them back. My cunt stuck up-wide open.
"Fill her pussy up, Paul," Daddy said. "She's ready for it."
Paul came down on me and stuffed my cunt.
"Oh, God!" I cried. "Oh, you're screwing me! Gonna give me the screwing of my life!"
They heaved their cocks in me, reaming me out. It was so fucking glorious. Two long turgid dicks grinding up my fuckholes at the same time. And only a thin membrane separated them.
"Oh, give it to me!" I cried. "Give me the fuck I've wanted! Ahh, screw me, hubby! Fuck me, Daddy! Screw your wife, screw your daughter! Oh, sweet motherfucking Jesus! Screw me forever-just like this. I don't want anything else in this world but this! My husband and my father fucking me at the same time, fucking my pussy and my ass!"
I jerked and lunged and writhed and yammered as they pumped the hell out of me. And when they squirted their loads they flooded my entire innards.
We took an extended break after that screw. We ate, then drank champagne and walked around naked. We lolled on the long wide sofa. I lay between Daddy and Paul and they stroked me and I stroked them.
"This is what it's all about," I crooned.
"I can't argue with that," Daddy said, a hand on my pussy.
"Nor can I," Paul said, a hand on my tit.
Sensual satisfaction. "I think that if everyone in the world would just share their bodies with two people, a lot of the problems in the world would disappear."
"At least for a while," Daddy smiled.
"Yeah," Paul laughed. "There would be p-i-e-c-e for at least ten or fifteen minutes."
"That's something," I said. "If for only ten or fifteen minutes a day everyone was intent on sharing their bodies-on making love-on giving and receiving pleasure-this would be a much happier world. Just imagine what the world would be like if for fifteen minutes every day everyone made love with two people."
"There'd be a lot of happy people for fifteen minutes," Paul said with a smile.
"That's what I mean," I said. "When people are happy they're not fighting or angry or sad. When they're making love they can only feel good. And when people feel good they don't want to cause problems."
"Makes sense to me," Paul said, kissing my breasts.
"Makes a lot of sense," Daddy said, kissing my pussy.
"If only more people would share their bodies," I said. "If only more people would make love like we are-" Daddy breathed hotly on my vulva and ran his tongue up and down my slit-"oh! ... like we are, this would be a much-ahh!-" Daddy sucked my clitoris-"ohh ... a much better, happier ... ooh! aah! ... happier world."
Now Daddy crawled on top of me and pushed his key into my lock. I groaned with pleasure and looked at Paul, whose eyes were aflame.
"Oh, Paul!" I gasped. "Daddy's fucking me ... He's stuffing his dick in my pussy ... now he's sucking my titties. Oh, honey, your wife's being fucked by her father! Ohh, hubby, another man's fucking your wife!"
Paul's face was a study in lust. His prick reared upward, hard and throbbing.
"Ooh, he's fucking me so good, Paul! Frigging his peter deep in my cunt! Oh, Paul, your wife's committing adultery! And incest! Oh, yes-sweet hot fucking incest!"
Daddy thumped his rod in me, gunning it up and down the length of my quiff. "Fuck! Screw!" I cried. "Screw, Daddy, screw! Pump me full of fuck!"
"Here's the fuck you want!" Daddy rasped, jacking it in me.
"Paul, another man's squirting cum in your wife's cunt!"
Daddy rolled off. Now Paul mounted me and rutted his cock up my pussy. "Oh, you sweet!" I moaned. "You sweet loving fucker! Oh, that's it! That's the way-pound it in me, ream me out! Hammer it to me! Your dick's never been so stiff! So hard! Oh, Paul, you've never screwed me so good! Oh, darling, ram it in me, pump me full of hot meat!"
Paul slammed his root up my cunt and ejaculated a great gob of semen. And he kept sliding it in me for a good minute after he'd unloaded. "Ooh, darling," I crooned, "that was good. So goddamned good."
We took another break, with Daddy pouring champagne. "What should we toast this time?" he said.
"Let's toast ecstasy," I said, "and lust and perversion, marriage, sharing our bodies and adultery and incest."
We drained our glasses and looked at each other. Then Daddy and Paul suddenly moved in unison, sandwiching me between them. Daddy hunched his cock on my vulva while Paul rubbed his against my ass.
I threw my head back and ground my pelvis up and around. Daddy sank his mouth down on my boobs and sucked them. A gush of love juice flowed down my vagina.
They lifted me slightly and I felt their glans nudging my asshole and cunt. Paul breathed hotly in my ear. "Ah, Fawn, we're gonna fill you with hot stuff."
They dipped their knees, then moved up, their cocks pushing upon my fuckholes, digging in and entering. Humid gushing waves flowed down my fuckholes. On and on they came, sliding and digging their thick moist organs up my sheaths. I almost swooned with the rapture of it. They were groaning, grunting, straining, their faces red and hot and puffed out. "Oh, God, yes!" I cried. "Fuck me, both of you! Give me your cocks up my pussy, up my ass!"
With a final surge they pushed themselves to the limits of my cunt and ass. They both lodged there for a moment, then they withdrew, leaving an aching void. Then they came plowing up again and a wave of pure ecstasy rushed up my belly and spine to my heart. Twin lances of fire roared up my anus and vagina, converted into a flaming ball and roared into my tits.
"Oh, yes!" I sighed. "Yes! Oh, sweet Christ-oh, sweet God in heaven-oh, sweet Lucifer! This is it, this is the fucking I've dreamed of!"
They were rimming their rods in me in a yoyo motion now. When Daddy drove his up my pussy, Paul pulled his down my rectum; when Paul pushed his up, Daddy came down. Their dicks were red-hot and their nuts bounced against my cunt and ass. "Oh, you're filling me up," I moaned. "You're fucking the piss out of me! I love it! I love it!"
Now Daddy and Paul were reaming their rods up me at the same time. They screwed me two strokes a second. They fucked me with strong thrusts. Each time they came grinding up, voluptuous wet flames swept through my twat. "Oh, you're giving it to me!" I gasped. "Giving me heaven on earth! Ah, giving your bodies to me, giving me ecstasy, giving me lust! Oh, God, giving me your glorious cocks! Giving me your heavenly fuck!"
"Oh, you Venus!" Daddy panted. "You gorgeous fucking Venus! Ah, you hot fucking goddess!"
They gunned their dicks in me, rapping their columns of red-hot flesh up and down my furrows.
"Cum in your ass!" Paul hissed. "Cum in your hot honey ass!" His jism erupted, flowing up my rectum in a searing flood. Then Daddy let loose, squirting his cream into my womb.
I panted and gasped as they slid their slick dicks in me, emitting the last few dregs of their sperm. "Oh, Daddy, oh, Paul," I moaned. "Oh, lovers of mine-ah, you're wonderful ... Oh, my dearest darling lovers! Dear Daddy ... Dear hubby.
They carried me to the sofa and we all plopped down, with me in the middle. We rested for a while, then we revived ourselves with some champagne.
"To my favorite goddess," Daddy toasted me. He kissed me on the lips. Then Paul gave me a long open-mouthed kiss. They stroked my breasts.
"If you weren't my daughter," Daddy said, "my own flesh and blood, and I wasn't rubbing your beautiful titties, I'd say you were too good to be true." He smiled. "But you're real. Are you ever real!" He ran his hands over my body. "Umm, perfect body. Perfect breasts, perfect belly, hips, legs, ass, pussy. All perfect. The face and body of a Venus."
"If you don't stop, you're going to spoil me," I said.
"No way," Daddy said. "You're too beautiful, outside and inside. It's impossible to spoil you."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"No," Daddy said. "Only one. You."
"Because it's true," Paul said.
They slid their dicks on my thighs and I gripped them. Then I slid down to the floor and got up on my knees, facing them. I fisted their rods, rubbing them up and down. I went down on Paul's, sliding my tongue and lips up and down and all around on it. I sucked on the head till his cock stiffened. Then I sucked Daddy's, then back to Paul's. Both tools were now rigid. I went down on Daddy, bobbing my head, giving him a good wet suck. Again I worked on them both, going back and forth, sucking up and down. Then I stayed with Daddy's rod. He clutched my head and drove his cock up my mouth.
"Suck it!" he rasped. "Suck your father's cock! Ah, yes! Swallow it! Swallow your father's sperm!"
He lurched and shot his load, his cream spurting out and hitting the back of my throat. I kept sucking in on him, draining all his spunk, slurping it down. Then I went to Paul. He got up on his knees and grasped my head and stuffed his cob in my mouth.
"Oh, blow it, baby!" he hissed. "Blow my dick with that hot wet mouth! Oh yeah! Ahh, I'm fucking your mouth! Your sweet cocksucking mouth!" Then he cried out and heaved his crotch forward. "Now! Oh, you hot fucking sucker!" He spewed his semen and I drank it down.
"Oh, God!" he moaned and fell back on the sofa.
I lay back down between them, tired-actually I was feeling a bit dizzy now, and drowsy....