Chapter 8
"Did you see us?" I asked my uncle the next day when I arrived at the office.
"Did I see you? Honey, I must have cum five times watching you two together. What a show!" he exclaimed.
I smiled. "Listen, we have got to do something about bringing my father in on this," I insisted. "Maybe we can set up another threesome, something, anything."
"Okay, dear niece, I'll come up with something," he promised. "Let me think on it a while."
Three days later, Uncle Robert came into my office.
"The only thing I can come up with is another threesome," he said, sitting on the corner of my desk. "We'll set it up just like we did with your mother and let him 'catch' us. My guess is that once he gets a glimpse of your beautiful body and the way you handle yourself in bed, he won't be able to do anything but join in."
"I don't know," I said shaking my head.
"Do you have a better plan?" he wanted to know.
"No."
"Good. I suggest we do it as soon as possible, right here in the office. That way he won't be concerned about your mother catching him."
The longer he talked, describing the simple plan to me, the more doubtful I became. Still, when he was finished, I had to admit, I didn't have any better ideas.
"Actually, I'd like to see his reaction when you wrap that pretty mouth of yours around his dick," he said, touching my face.
I shivered and sucked his finger in response. God, how I ached for my father!
"Okay. When?"
Again, he shrugged. "You know his schedule better than I do."
"He has a late meeting tomorrow. I'll call and leave a message for him to come by the office afterwards. They're supposed to deliver some proofs he'll need the next morning," I said.
"And while we're waiting.. . " Uncle Robert placed a finger under my chin. He lifted my face to his and kissed me.
Letting my imagination wander, I pretended that this was my father kissing me. I moaned as I stood up and pulled his body close to mine. His cock began to throb between us and I sucked on the tongue he offered.
"Daddy," I whimpered, feeling my pussy grow loose and moist.
Big hands slid down the sensuous curve of my back, pulling me even closer.
The telephone rang, jerking us back to reality with a jolt.
"Tomorrow," I whispered, easing out of his arms.
Uncle Robert teased me all day.
He touched me whenever he had the chance, his fingers setting little fires on my flesh. Catching me in the room with the copy machine, he pinned me against the wall and rubbed the crotch of my panties until they were wet.
In the storage room, he stroked and caressed me until I was trembling with desire. "Tonight," he promised leaving me alone. "Tonight."
Even when he wasn't touching me, his eyes said much more than words ever could. I was so turned on I couldn't even think straight.
My father sent Uncle Robert on an unexpected errand during the mid-afternoon. I was almost relieved, thinking this would give me a chance to get myself together.
Then the phone on my desk rang.
"Hello."
"Hello, baby. Can you guess who this is?" Uncle Robert crooned into the receiver, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone.
"I think so," I answered, my breath catching in my throat just from the sensual promise in his voice.
"I've seen you around the office, sweetheart," he continued. "There ought to be a law against someone looking as good as you."
"Tell me more," I said, unable to stop myself. Underneath the desk, my hand was sliding up between my thighs.
"There's something about the way you move and those beautiful legs could give a dead man a hard-on."
"Can you imagine me naked?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. I'll bet those tits stand up firm and proud and I can just picture that pretty pussy covered with blonde curls," he breathed into the phone.
"Go on," I whispered, thankful that my office door was closed.
"When you get excited, do you get really wet."
"Yes," I hissed.
"What gets you excited, Donna."
"Thinking about my father," I moaned. "I want him so badly."
"What would you like for Daddy to do?" Uncle Robert asked.
"I just want to show him how wet he makes me. I would hold my swollen lips apart and show him my clit."
"What if he wanted to lick that pretty, wet pussy."
"Oh, God!" I groaned.
"And if he wanted to put his big dick in there, I'll bet you'd love that, too, wouldn't you."
"Yes," I hissed.
"How about right now?" he asked. "Would you like to feel him inside of you right now?"
"It would be better than my fingers," I told him.
"Are you fingering yourself right now?"
"Uh-huh. I can't help it. Every time I think about fucking my father, I get so wet, so horny." It was true. Spreading my legs wide, I worked two fingers up underneath my panty leg. From this angle, I could only get the tips inside, but that was enough to satisfy me temporarily.
"I'll bet you're ready to cum, aren't you?"
"I want to cum."
"I'd like to be there licking and sucking that sweet pussy. You could pretend I was your Daddy, couldn't you?"
"Uh-huh," I whimpered, shuddering through a mini-cum so hard that I almost dropped the receiver.
"And if I was fucking you, ramming my dick into your cunt, could you still pretend I was your dad?"
I nodded and then realized he couldn't see me. "Yes."
"Good."
"You could stick it in my ass, too," I moaned. "Maybe I'll just jack off and cum on you," he suggested.
"Oh!" I moaned, squirming in the chair as my orgasm threatened to overtake me. "Oh, Daddy!"
"Spray my hot load all over those pretty tits."
"Yes, Daddy, yes," I humped my fingers wildly. The chair squeaked rhythmically.
"Smear the last few squirts of cum on your sweet mouth and let you lick me clean." Uncle Robert knew exactly what he was doing.
"Oh, God!" I was off like a rocket. Vaguely aware of my surroundings, I bit my lip to keep quiet, but the feelings rushing through me were breathtaking.
I had not been off of the phone ten minutes and, in fact, I was still trying to catch my breath when my father opened the door and stuck his head inside.
"I tried to call. Your line was busy," he explained, looking from my empty hands to the cradled receiver.
"I just hung up."
"Oh. I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving. I'll see you at home later," he said. "Do you and Robert have everything under control here?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, feeling less in control of things than I ever had in my life.
"Good." My father blew me a kiss and disappeared.
"Oh, God!" I groaned and rested my head on the desk.
Just before five o'clock, I called the client's office where my father was working. I explained that he needed to stop by his office on his way home to pick up some materials he would need for an early morning meeting. The secretary I spoke with was very helpful and promised to give him the message.
Our receptionist left soon after, making me promise to lock up.
And that left only me and Uncle Robert to keep each other busy until my father arrived. With my fantasy about to come true, I was a basket case. We decided earlier that Dad's office would be the best place to play this out and that's where I found Uncle Robert waiting patiently.
"Come and sit on your uncle's lap," he said, scooting out from the desk to give me room.
Ever since the telephone conversation with him, I had been ready for just about anything. Giggling, I sat down on his lap. I squirmed around, rubbing my butt against the growing erection in his slacks. We kissed, our tongues battling fiercely. I ran my fingers through his thick hair and he cupped and kneaded my breasts through my clothes.
Our moans grew louder; the pleasurable feelings more intense.
When Uncle Robert worked a hand up my inner thighs, I spread my legs to give him all the room he needed. At the same time, I pulled up my sweater and thrust my bare nipples toward his face. He licked the pale pink buds until he discovered that I had removed my panties.
"You little minx," he said as he ran his fingertips up and down my wet slit. "You're not wearing panties."
"I had to take them off. They have been soaked three or more times today," I told him, and thrust my stiff nipple back into his mouth.
For a few moments, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing and an occasional moan. My juices coated his busy fingers. His cock throbbed against my ass.
"What would you do right now if I was your daddy?" he asked.
"I'd suck your dick," I breathed.
Sliding to the carpeted floor between his legs, I unzipped his pants and pushed them out of the way. His cock was so hard, I had trouble getting it out of his shorts. But once it was in my hands, there was no holding back.
The longer I stroked my uncle's dick, the more I could imagine that it belonged to my father. I sniffed up and down the length of his shaft, inhaling his masculine scent. And then I planted several little wet kisses on the tip, making him even wetter with my warm spit.
Uncle Robert groaned and thrust upward, urging me to take him inside my mouth. "Suck it, baby," he breathed. "You know you want to taste your daddy's big dick."
"I want it," I moaned. Making a little O of my mouth, I forced it down over his knob.
The throaty groan that reached my ears could have come from any man. I closed my eyes and moved my mouth up and down slowly, squeezing rhythmically. I flicked his nerve bundle with my tongue from time to time, loving the way he jumped and gasped. Soon, I was rewarded with a generous helping of his sweet pre-cum. I sucked that down and begged for more.
"What a hot mouth!" he breathed, running his fingers through my hair. "Your daddy has dreamed of fucking your sweet mouth for months."
His words excited me as much as the throbbing cock sliding back and forth against my tongue. I sucked him deeper, fondling his balls through his clothes.
"Take Daddy's dick deep," he moaned. More pre-cum.
"I can't wait to watch you swallow my load." Sucking harder.
My heart thudded against my ribs, my pussy was on fire! It was so easy to pretend that my father was the man I was pleasing. Pulling my skirt up high, I rubbed my leaking pussy with one hand, moaning because my fingers only made the itch worse.
"Donna!" The voice was full of shock.
I freed Uncle Robert's dick with a wet slurp and reminded myself to pretend to be surprised. Just before I whirled around to face my father, I glanced up at my uncle. Damn, he should be nominated for an academy award just for the look on his face!
Then I turned only to see my brother's large frame filling the doorway.
"Uncle Robert!" he said.
He stood there looking from one of us to the other, a grin slowly spreading across his face.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to pull my skirt down. It was useless. Some of my uncle's pre-cum clung to my lip and dribbled down my chin in a long, silvery strand.
"Dad sent me to pick up those proofs so he wouldn't have to stop on his way home," he explained. "I don't have to ask what you're doing here."
"I hope not," Uncle Robert said.
"Actually," Chet began, stepping into the room. "I was kind of enjoying the show."
I shuddered as I eyed the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. "Why just watch when you can join in?" I asked.
"You were expecting someone else I take it," Chet asked as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Your Dad," Uncle Robert answered.
"You mean you wanted him to catch you like this?"
I nodded. "I want him, Chet. This is the only way I can think of to let him know."
By this time, my brother was kicking off his shoes, sliding his jeans down his long legs. His shorts followed and his big cock leaped free. We had moved to the large leather sofa which dominated one end of my father's office.
I was on the floor between Uncle Robert's legs, his stiff cock clutched in my fingers. When Chet sat down beside my uncle, I wrapped my free hand around his meat. How can I describe the pleasure of holding a huge, hot cock in each hand? The excitement rippled through me and my pussy overflowed.
Moaning, I licked first one big knob and then the other. Moving back and forth between the two, I soon had them shiny wet. Then I began sucking each one in turn, my hands pumping up and down slowly when my mouth was busy with the other.
"Yeah, baby, take it deep." This was Uncle Robert.
I'm not sure if he was more thrilled when I was sucking his dick or when he was watching me suck Chefs.
Chet was moaning steadily. His cock leaked all over my hands as he humped them. Finally, he eased himself out of my grasp. "I gotta fuck that pussy."
I simply held Uncle Robert's wet dick in my hands while my brother moved into place behind me. He squeezed my naked ass with both hands, teased my anus with his thumb and then worked a single, teasing finger into my pussy.
"Dear God!" I groaned as my pussy pulsed and sucked the finger deep.
"My sister has the sweetest ass in town," Chet said.
And then I felt his hot breath caressing my feverish flesh. His tongue made wet circles over both of my cheeks and then he slid the point down my crack. I groaned and sucked my uncle's dick between my lips again as I shuddered in orgasm.
"Are you still pretending?" Uncle Robert asked.
In response, I allowed him to touch the back of my throat and moaned around his meat.
"If it's your daddy you want, I'll play along," Chet murmured.
My head bobbed faster.
Uncle Robert moaned. He too had removed most of his clothes, which allowed me free access to his bloated balls. I fondled the sac tenderly.
Chet's tongue had dipped into my pussy from behind. He pulled it out and there were his hands on my ass again, squeezing, kneading. The hot velvet of his dick brushed my hip and then was pushed against the drooling mouth of my cunt.
"Tell Daddy what you want," he urged as he used one hand to guide his dick into place.
"I want your cock," I groaned, pulling my mouth off Uncle Robert. "I want your cock in my pussy."
Chet gave me the head and first few inches. "Do you want it all?"
"Yes," I hissed, pumping the spit-slick dick in my hand.
He thrust forward, giving me several more inches. "Can you handle it all?"
"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered. All I wanted was to be stuffed with hard cock. I pushed back against him, forcing him in to the hilt. "Please, Daddy, fuck me!"
With that, I wrapped my lips around Uncle Robert's dick again and sucked him into my mouth. He groaned and began humping upward almost immediately. One gusher of pre-cum after another coated my tongue. I knew he was just about ready to blow.
Behind me, my brother was picking up the rhythm. He held onto my ass with both hands while he worked his dick in and out of my hungry pussy. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as my cunt sucked on him. His balls slapped the back of my thighs. That mingled with the grunts and groans of three people working toward a simultaneous explosive climax.
Uncle Robert came first. His cock swelled and began to jerk. I pulled my head back and sucked hard just on the end of his dick. With a roar, he exploded in my mouth, filling it with streams of creamy, hot cum.
Chet wasn't far behind. He slammed into me with powerful thrusts that drove the full length of his swelling, pulsing dick into me. Grunting, he held himself tight against me while filling my pussy to overflowing with his hot cum.
With one dick spurting weakly in my mouth and another in my cunt, I closed my eyes and let the incredible feelings rush over me. Just as my climax hit, I pretended that both dicks belonged to my father. With a guttural sound, my body bucked out of control and I finished sucking them dry.
The three of us rested briefly before cleaning up. I was disappointed that the plan to seduce my father had failed. However, my uncle and my brother had made up for that very well indeed and I told them so.
"Happy to be of service, ma'am," Chet teased.
We were still laughing when we stepped into the house.
"Mom. Dad. We're home," Chet called out, heading for the kitchen.
Dinner was simmering on the stove, but my parents were nowhere to be found. Puzzling over this, I trudged upstairs toward the bathroom.
The door was closed.
I turned the knob gently, only to realize that it was locked. Placing my ear against the door, I listened. The soft sound of my mother's laughter reached my ears. That slowly turned into a moan, a moan I'd heard before. That's why my father had sent Chet to pick up the proofs. He'd wanted to fuck my mother.
It suddenly dawned on me that to get to my father, I might just have to go through my mother. I smiled, a plan already beginning to form in my head.