As Heather had suggested, I got myself as comfortable as I could near the middle of our bed, arranging the pillows and sheets until they were just right. I might have to stay in the same position for a long time. I lay on my back, looked up at the ceiling, then glanced over at the clock. Nearly 10pm. Nearly time. I could hear them talking downstairs. I thought it very unlikely that she'd persuade her. But she was a remarkable woman, and she'd seemed very confident.
I closed my eyes and waited. Just in case.
A few minutes later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I couldn't quite make out -- was it one person or two? Then some quiet talking and giggling. Definitely two people.
She'd done it. The first bit, anyway.
The door opened and they came in. As instructed, I feigned sleep. Heavy, easy, rhythmic breaths.
"Told you," Heather said. "Your father sleeps like the dead after one of those pills. And I gave him two. He's been working so hard."
"Poor Daddy. Maybe we should just let him sleep."
"No! We're going to do this."
"You're going to do it. I'm just going to watch. And only for a second or two. I can't stay while you... it's just wrong!"
There was a giggle in her voice though. I guessed Heather had let Allie have a glass or two of wine. Probably a good idea.
"Nonsense," Heather said briskly. "You're going to stay and help. I'll need a second pair of hands. Now, be a good girl and pull the sheets back."
There was a moment of hesitation, then I felt the light cotton sheets being peeled away from my body. I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
"And his shorts."
"No! I am not... not touching down there!"
Heather sighed. "Fine. I'll do it."
"I shouldn't even be looking."
"Nobody will ever know, Allie. I promise. It'll be our secret. You said yourself you were curious."
"I shouldn't have said anything!"
"Well, you're here now. You'll never get a better chance. Here we go."
I felt Heather's hands tugging at my underwear. The shorts slipped down over my legs and a few seconds later I heard them landing on the floor.
"Take your hands away from your face! For heaven's sake!"
"I'm not looking! I can't!"
"Yes, you can. It's just a male body. Pretend... pretend you're a nurse in a hospital."
Neither of them spoke for a few moments. I wanted to peek but didn't dare.
"He's definitely asleep?"
"Of course! Don't worry so much. Now come closer and take a good look."
"God... you're such a bad influence!"
"I'm just helping my stepdaughter to be more... open-minded about things."
I heard somebody move closer. Allie, presumably. I could hear her breathing was slightly uneven.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
Allie made a noise that could have meant anything.
"Want to see me touch it?"
A hesitation, then: "Yes... sure..."
I felt Heather's hand lightly lift up my penis, her fingers encircling me. With her other hand she grazed my scrotum with the tips of her fingers.
"Oh my god! Oh my... He's... getting hard!"
"Of course he is. Men get hard even when they're asleep, if the right stimulation is there. Why do you think they all wake up with erections?"
"You should... stop doing that!"
"Why? It'll be much easier to do if he's nice and hard. Want to have a touch?"
"No! I'm not touching... I'm not touching my dad's..."
"Cock? You can say it, Allie. Your dad's cock."
"This is really wrong." But her voice didn't carry much conviction, I thought.
"Nonsense. You think you're the only girl who's had fantasies about her father? I promise you, it's waaay more common than you'd believe. I told you all about what my daddy and I got up to."
"Yes... but... that's different, somehow."
"How is it different? It turned you on, didn't it, when I told you all about what we did? I know you were turned on. I bet you went back to your bedroom and lay in your bed and put your hand between your legs or got your toy and you had a lovely..."
"Sssh! How can you...?" Allie took a few breaths and gathered herself together. "Yes, OK, it did turn me on. I admit it! It was just so... taboo. I never knew people really... did things like that in real life. I thought it was just... in stories."
"But isn't it even more exciting to know that people are doing those things in real life?"
More breathing. I felt their eyes on me.
Allie said slowly: "You really did do all that? With your dad?"
"I wouldn't lie to you. Do you want me to tell you about it again, Allie? There's a few other things I haven't told you yet. I didn't think you were ready for them."
"Other things... God -- like what?"
"Well... I'm not sure I should tell you. Since you're being all bashful."
Heather was good at this, I thought. She was leading Allie on just perfectly.
"I'm NOT bashful... I just don't want to cross a line that can never be.... Uncrossed. Or gone back over. Or whatever it is."
I knew exactly how she felt. Part of me felt the same way. But not enough to make me want to stop it from happening. If it was going to.
Heather didn't answer. She just kept gently stroking my cock and balls. I was very hard now.
"Please tell me about what else you did." Allie's voice was very quiet.
"You really want to know?"
"You know I do."
I felt Heather's hand surrender its grasp of me.
"OK... I'll tell you... but only if you come and touch your father's cock. Just for a few seconds."
"Heather!"
"What? It's just a piece of flesh. Put your fingers on it, I'll count to five, and then I'll tell you all about..." - she lowered her voice to a theatrical whisper - "...how I had a threesome with my daddy."
"No way! A threes... who was the third?"
Heather said nothing. I imagined she was just staring at Allie, gesturing at my groin. Quid pro quo, her eyes would be saying.
Another long pause. Then I felt Heather move away, and my daughter was standing beside me. More than anything I wanted to open my eyes and look up at her, and tell her everything was fine, she shouldn't worry, that only the night before Heather and I had lain in bed together, talking about this very moment. And about how much we both loved her.
I was lucky. Some daughters never take to their stepmothers. But Heather and Allie had hit it off from the start. They had a similar sense of humour, a similar taste in clothes, and I like to think Allie could see that Heather was good for me. They had become more like sisters. It helped that Heather was actually closer in age to Allie than she was to me.
I felt the lightest touch of a fingertip on my chest. The finger paused, then drew a slow, small circle. I just suppressed a small moan of pleasure. There was something so sensual in the way she touched me.
The finger hesitated, then began to move slowly downwards. Onto my stomach, where it idly toyed with a few of my dark curls. Then lower still, to just above where my hard cock lay, jutting up at a slight angle away from my body.
I heard her swallow nervously. The finger left my body. There were a few seconds of agonising suspense, and then I felt it land again, even more gently this time, midway down the shaft of my cock.
"Good girl," whispered Heather, almost to herself. "It's so lovely, isn't it, Allie?"
Allie's finger moved hesitantly down my shaft, towards the base. Then, just before she reached my balls it reversed direction, sliding deliciously upwards. It grazed the tip of my cock for a brief moment. Then it was gone.
"Now tell me," whispered Allie. "Who was the third?"
I could hear the smile in Heather's voice. "The third? Oh yes... that was my friend Georgia. We never had any secrets from each other. I told her all about me and Daddy as soon as it started. She was so fascinated by it -- just like you. She wanted to know every detail. Pass me the shave gel, sweetie."
I heard Allie move across the room and then return. There was the hiss of an aerosol. The sound of the gel being worked up into a lather. And then the cool shock as Heather began to smear it carefully over my groin.
"Going to help me rub it in?"
"No! No... I touched it, like you asked. I'm not doing any more... than that."
"All right, darling. I won't push you to do anything else."
God, she was a devious one, my wife.
Allie spoke next. She was desperate to know more. I was quite keen to hear this story myself, though I'd heard it before. It always turned me on. Not that getting turned on was a problem I had to immediately worry about.
"So... you and Georgia... how it did, you know... happen?"
"Well... Georgia and I used to play together quite a lot. Girls often do, as I'm sure you know. And I knew how aroused she was, thinking about Daddy and me. So the next time I went down on her, and I'd got her close, I asked her if she wished it was my daddy's tongue on her clit instead of mine."
"Jesus!"
Amen to that, I thought. My cock was even harder now, a combination of hearing Heather's story and the fact that she was now gently rubbing the gel all around my pubic region.
"Mmm." Heather mimicked herself in a younger, almost babylike voice. "Do you wish this was my Daddy's tongue on your clit, Georgia? Would you suck my Daddy's cock for me later? Would you lick his cum out of me, Georgia... mmm, yes, she came so hard, Allie! I thought she might be having a heart attack."
"Fuck." My daughter's voice was almost inaudible. She sounded dazed.
"So, I asked her: Should I ask Daddy if it was OK for her to join us? If she promised never to tell, of course, though I knew she wouldn't. I said there was only one condition... she had to call him 'Daddy' too."
"And Daddy said yes..." Still so faint. A murmur.
Heather laughed softly. "Of course he did! He'd always fancied Georgia, I'd known that for years. The idea of having the two of us in bed... what hot-blooded man was going to turn down an opportunity like that?"
Heather's hand was sliding up and down my cock now, coating it in gel. But I think her mind was far away. I think in her mind she was stroking her father's cock again, as she'd done so many times.
I thought that from now on the tangy, sharp smell of that shaving gel would always be an aphrodisiac for me.
"So... did you do... girl-girl stuff in front of him?"
"Oh yes. That was the first thing he wanted us to do. We were on the bed and he sat in a chair and watched us for the first twenty minutes or so. We really put on a show for him. Showed off big time. I don't think men really like the idea of seeing their baby girls with other men or boys... but they don't seem to mind watching them with another female, that's for sure."
"You think so?" Allie sounded sceptical. But also, perhaps, a little curious.
"Mmm. Of course. I bet your dad would love to see you and, say... Zara together."
"HEATHER!" Allie was almost shouting... but there was laughter in her voice too. Then she remembered there was a slight danger of waking me up. Her voice dropped back down to a whisper. "How can you say things like that!"
"Oh, you're telling me you and Zara have never fooled around? Had a hairbrush party?"
No answer. Which was of course all the answer that was needed. Heather's hand gave me a discreet, mischievous squeeze. She knew that revelation would have me almost climaxing on the spot.
"It's one thing to... explore and play a bit together... and quite another to have a threesome with your dad!"
Heather made a non-committal noise. She moved her hands away from my crotch and I heard the sounds of her wiping the gel off with a towel.
"Pass me the razor, sweetie."
"I can't believe you're going to shave him while he's asleep."
"Well, it'll teach him a lesson. I keep asking him to shave down there and he always says he's going to and he never does - so tomorrow he's going to wake up all smooth and bare. He'd grumble like anything if I didn't keep myself all waxed for him, I can tell you. Mind you, he does like spending time with his head between..."
Allie interrupted quickly. "OK - definitely too much information, thank you!"
"What? You don't want to take a bit of daughterly pride in your dad's oral skills?"
"Nooo. No thank you. Not listening now!"
"Suit yourself." Heather was amused. "Right, I guess I should concentrate for a few minutes."
"I should probably go." Her voice was doubtful.
"No... stay. I'll need you in a second." Brisk, business-like. No way Heather was going to let victory slip through her fingers now.
"What for?"
"You'll see."
I felt the gentle friction of the wet razor scraping around the base of my cock. Instinctively my body stiffened -- it is hard to relax, I find, when there is a sharp piece of metal being dragged around your genitals.
There was no further talk for a while. I think Heather's silence was deliberate, leaving Allie to fill the silence. She hummed softly under her breath as shaved me, carefully steering the blade around my groin.
"So... you weren't jealous when your daddy... was with Georgia?"
"Jealous? No, not in the slightest. It was... really hot seeing them together. Do you think you would be?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you came home tomorrow and your Dad was fucking Zara. Maybe right here, on this bed, his cock deep inside your friend's little pussy."
"Heather... Jesus... will you stop saying these things!"
"Would you be jealous? It's fine if you would be. And fine if you wouldn't be. I'm just interested."
Another silence. The blade paused, as if it was waiting for an answer.
"Maybe a bit jealous. But... it would be... kind of... hot, maybe."
"Yes... it would be hot... Zara is a sexy little thing. My daddy and Georgia... I was so proud of him, the way he made my friend orgasm over and over."
"Was it just the once?"
"Oh no! We did it... I don't know how many times. Until she moved away. I can't tell you how often I woke up in Daddy's bed and I was on one side of him and she was on the other and he'd be grumbling about how much room we took up. But... we could usually stop him grumbling pretty quickly..."
"I love how you're so... matter of fact about it."
I sensed Heather shrugging. "It's just how it was. I was a lucky girl. Now -- can you hold your father's cock for me?"
"What? Why?"
"I need a spare hand for this bit... just hold it straight up by the tip, will you?"
"I don't..."
"Come on, you already touched it once."
"And I'm not touching it again!"
"You didn't like it?"
"I'm not saying that... I'm just saying I shouldn't."
"So, you did like it." A statement, not a question.
"I don't know if I did or not. I'm... confused."
"OK, well, I'll just have to risk it, I guess. Be a shame if I nicked him, but he'll live."
"Be careful!"
"Well, if you don't want me carving off little bits from your Daddy's dick, hold it for me!"
Allie gave a sigh. It was sound I knew well. I think all fathers of teenagers do.
"Fine. Just for a minute."
"Sure, sure... that's it."
I felt Allie's hand tentatively take the tip of my cock between her fingers. Heather positioned one hand behind my cock to support it and then carefully used the other to glide the razor down the shaft.
"Perfect... now the other side. Mmm. It does look so sexy like that, all bald and new-looking. Don't you think?"
"I cannot believe I'm doing this."
"Uh-uh." Heather wasn't really paying attention. "God, I can hardly wait to get this in my mouth again."
"Heather! Jesus!"
"What? You think your daddy and me lie here every night like innocent little virgins?"
"I KNOW you don't. The amount of noise you make sometimes!"
"Well, your Dad is very good in bed. And I like to think I know a few things too. It's a healthy, fun thing to do. And yes, I'm sorry if it shocks your sensitive little ears, but sometimes that does involve giving him a lovely long blowjob and him coming in my mouth."
"GOD! You are so... wicked!"
"What? You don't like men coming in your mouth? Please don't tell me you spit it out, Allie? Such a waste!"
"That's different! That's other guys... not my dad!"
"So - you do swallow? Or not?" I was amused by how Heather's tone had gone slightly schoolteacher-ish, as if reprimanding a student who had gone off the tracks. Not angry, just disappointed.
"Yes... I usually do. I didn't the first few times... but I sort of... changed my mind about it."
"Mmm. I admit, it took me a while to like it. I love the taste of cum now though, don't you? And your dad's, I have to tell you... it's just the best!"
I manfully resisted the urge to do a fist pump.
For her part, Allie seemed to have given up on being outraged. For now, anyway.
"Are you nearly done?"
"Yes, I think so sweetie. You can let go now -- if you want too, that is."
There was a moment's pause. And then, I think reluctantly, I felt Allie let go of the tip of my cock.
"Pass me the towel over there, will you? I'll just clean up this gel and then... he'll be all done."
For the next few seconds my cock, balls and general pubic region were subjected to a fairly vigorous rubbing with a towel. I thought Heather was a little rough, given the slight tenderness I felt down there, but it wasn't really the right moment to protest.
"There... perfect!"
"It looks a bit... sore? Shouldn't you put some soothing cream on there, or something?"
"I don't think so. He'll be fine. But if you want to put some on... be my guest."
"You keep trying to get me to touch his... cock!"
"Well, I know you want to. And I'm saying -- you should go ahead. There's nothing wrong with touching it."
"Yes - there is!"
"Says who? And who's going to know? Listen -- be honest with me for one second. We talked about this, and you admitted you were curious to see your father's cock properly. Not the little glimpses you've sometimes had before."
"I should never have said anything!"
"Well -- you did. And it was the truth, wasn't it?"
No answer from Allie.
"And now you've seen it, it's only natural you want to touch it, and play with it. I'm telling you that's fine -- go ahead, make the most of this opportunity. I promise you -- if you don't, you'll always regret it. You'll always wonder -- what if I had?"
"But... what... what if?"
"But what?"
"What... if he finds out?"
"What if he does? Do you think... do you honestly think... even for a second, that your dad going to love you one teeny, tiny fraction less than he does now? Never, ever going to happen."
"You can't be so sure of that. It would... it might... really disgust him!"
"No. It wouldn't." Heather's voice became more serious. "And yes -- I do know that for sure."
"How? How can you know?" Allie was pleading.
There was a pause. I sensed a movement. I risked it and flickered one eyelid open, just the smallest fraction. I could make out Heather sitting on the bed close to Allie, holding her hand and looking deep into her eyes.
"I. Just. Know."
"You can't..."
"I do. And, what's more, I'll tell you how I know. But only if you do one thing."
"What's that?"
"Rub some lotion onto him. You don't want him to be sore, you just said so... and I know you'd enjoy doing it. Properly caressing and stroking him. Feeling him so lovely and hard under your touch."
No immediate reply.
"And... you promise that Daddy wouldn't mind? You'll tell me how you know that? You PROMISE?"
"I promise."
I sensed Allie struggling with her decision. For a moment I wondered if this was the moment to speak, to reassure her. Was this fair, what we were doing? I decided to say nothing. As things were, she had the option to do nothing. It was her decision, and she need never know that I had been awake the whole time."Pass it here." Her voice had changed slightly. A little less hesitant, a little more determined.
"Good girl."
I heard the sound of some shaving balm being poured into my daughter's hands. The sound of her rubbing them together, smearing the oil around her palms. And then...
And then...
And then my daughter began to massage my cock. Slow, deliberate strokes of her hand. Up and down the shaft. Her grip a little tentative at first, but then growing more confident as she became more absorbed in her task. One hand moved away, and I heard Heather pour some more oil into it. A more generous helping this time; I could feel the oil running down me and between my legs.
She began to carefully massage my scrotum.
"I don't want to hurt him... do you think this is OK?"
"Yes... it's just perfect. It's such a shame he's not awake... it would feel so wonderful for him, Allie."
"It does feel... it makes me feel all tingly, doing this."
"Of course it does. It's... a very special, intimate, erotic thing you're doing for him."
One of her hands was back on my shaft now. I felt her fingers grip me. Then her hand began to move slowly up and down.
Heather's voice was amused. "Are you sure that's the best way to rub the oil in?"
The hand stopped. "I know... I can't... I can't help myself! You've made me... so naughty!"
"Keep going. Work his cock, Allie. Move your hand up and down. Squeeze him tight."
"I don't want him to... you know."
"You're not ready yet to make your father shoot his lovely cum all over your hand? That would be a waste, wouldn't it?"
"What do you mean?" The hand was back, resuming its tantalising friction. Up and down, relentless. My daughter's hand, stroking and teasing me. So loving.
"Well, if he's going to cum for us... it should really be in one of our mouths. At the very least. Don't you think?"
"No! I don't think. I'm going to... stop doing this in a minute. And then I'm going."
"Of course you are, darling. You're going back to your room to lie on your bed and finger yourself for the rest of the night thinking about your daddy's smooth hard cock. And how you could have sucked it, but you didn't dare."
"I'm not putting it in my mouth! It's all... oily!"
"Let's dry it off. The balm should have done its job by now. You've rubbed it in so... enthusiastically. Here you are."
A few seconds later I felt a flannel being used to be mop up the remaining oil. Allie was very diligent, taking her time to dab and gently mop up every last trace.
"Perfect. So smooth and clean and... delicious." Heather's voice was quieter. A little distracted.
"So... what were you going to tell me. About how you know... he wouldn't mind me doing this."
"Well... maybe I shouldn't tell you. He might not want you to know."
"You HAVE to tell me!" Then she remembered to lower her voice again. "You promised!"
"I'm just teasing. Go on... keep stroking his cock. I like seeing you do it. It really turns me on. Reminds me of when I used to do it for my father." Yes, her voice was quieter, but it had also gone a little dreamy, as it had done earlier when she was talking about Georgia.
A hand went back around my cock, and her rhythmic grip resumed.
"Before I tell you... and I promise you it's worth hearing... can I ask a favour, Allie?"
"What's that?" She sounded a little suspicious. Understandably.
"Can I touch myself?"
I felt Allie's grip tighten around me. Somehow I managed not to groan. She didn't say anything.
"I'm so wet, seeing you do that. Like I said... it brings back so many memories. Please?"
I risked another peek. I thought Allie would be looking at Heather, and I was right. As I watched I saw my daughter slowly nod her head. From the corner of my eye I saw Heather smile, then pull her dress up over her head. She unclipped her bra, peeled down her panties, then moved onto the bed beside me. Allie just watched her.
I closed my eyes again as I felt my wife settle herself on the bed.
"Keep stroking him. Keep him hard."
I felt Heather begin her own soft movements. I could picture those fingers sliding down to her wet slit. I knew how she'd start. I'd watched her do it many times. She'd spend several minutes playing with her clit and pussy lips and then, as her excitement built, she'd start to finger herself more roughly.
"Tell me now, please." Allie's voice was low and insistent. Her hand was still working its wonderful magic on me.
"Are you going to suck his cock?"
"No... I don't know. Tell me!"
"Yes... I did promise, didn't I?"
"Stop teasing and tell me! Please!"
"Mmm... I'm so wet, Allie. OK then... this might shock you... but sometimes... sometimes when we're bed in together... sometimes I tease him a certain way. I drive him absolutely mad, Allie. He fucks me so hard and cums so much... you should see it."
"How do you tease him?" Her hand was working faster now, as if by applying greater energy she would get a quicker answer. "Tell me!"
"You know how I do it... you can guess, can't you?"
"I need you to tell me!"
"Sometimes... just before I take him in my mouth... I whisper to him... I whisper... 'pretend it's Allie's mouth. Come in my mouth... Daddy'."
I heard Allie gasp. For a moment I thought she was going to let go, she was going to run away... but she didn't. There was another sharp gasp, a silence, and then a low, drawn-out moan.
"Oh fuck!"
I felt the vibrations as my daughter's body shuddered. Beside me, Heather began to move more violently too. I guessed at least one finger was now frantically probing her tight wetness.
"God... I came...."
"Of course you did... I'm so close too, Allie... keep stroking his cock... God I'd love to see you suck it, but do whatever you want... I'm so close... just don't stop..."
"Fuck... I'm so wet... you really say that to him...?"
"Oh yes... oh yes... and so much else... "
"What else?" Pleading.
Heather's voice was dreamy. "Oh... let me think... such dirty things... 'fuck your little girl's cunt, Daddy'... 'you wish this was Allie's cunt, don't you?'... 'fill up your daughter with your lovely hot cum, Daddy...' He fucks me so hard when I say those things, Allie. I just get fucked and fucked and... oh god I'm coming!"
Again the bed shook. There were the sounds I knew so well of Heather climaxing. The almost mewing noise she made in the back of her throat. I knew how her eyes would be closed and her back arched. I longed to be able to roll over and hold her and caress her, but of course I couldn't.
For what felt like several minutes neither of them spoke. Allie's hand stayed where it was, but her grip was more relaxed, still slowly sliding up and down but with less urgency now.
"If you're not going to suck him... I have to." I think Heather was talking to me. She must have known how desperate for release I was. "Why don't we swap places? Come and lie by him. You can watch."
The sounds and movements of bodies moving around me. My cock was released from Allie's grasp. I felt my daughter slide onto the bed on the other side of me, but she positioned herself half-way down, so her head was adjacent to my waist. A good position to watch.
Heather straddled my legs and bowed her head.
"You'll wake him up!"
"I don't think so... and if I do, it doesn't matter darling. I promise you. I'm going to suck your daddy's lovely smooth shaved cock now. I'm going to suck his cock just like I used to suck my daddy's, and just how one day you'll suck it too... you know that Allie, don't you?"
"Oh god..."
Then Heather's mouth closed on me. At the same time she took a firm grip on the base of my cock and began to move her hand in a matching rhythm, sliding up and down with her mouth and fingers. I had to somehow restrain myself from responding, from doing what I had done so often, reaching down and holding her head and then thrusting up into her eager hot mouth. I knew she loved it when I did that. I knew at that very moment she was wishing I could do that too.
I felt some movement beside me. Heather lifted her head to see what Allie was doing.
"Mmm... yes... finger yourself sweetheart. You look so lovely when you do that... why don't you take everything off, like I have? You'd be so much more comfortable."
"You want me to... get undressed?"
"Yes darling. Get undressed."
"No... I can't do that!"
"I've seen you naked in the changing rooms, Allie... you have a beautiful body. You've never been shy in front of me before."
"It's not you... it just feels... it's like one thing for you and him to be naked in your room... but for me to be naked too... I don't think I can do it."
"Because you think you'll lose control?"
"I don't know why... it just seems... I'm scared to do it."
"But you want to... Didn't you ever come in here on your own, Allie, when he was out and there was nobody home and crawl into his bed just so you could smell him? I used to do that... lie in my daddy's bed and just pretend... all sorts of things. You never did that?"
Silence. Another good guess, it seemed.
I wondered if she'd lain exactly where I was lying now, her fingers moving between her legs. I hoped so.
"You're sure... he's not going to wake up?"
"No... he's not. Get undressed, my love."
More movements beside me. The sound of clothes being removed. And then the bed shifting as she lay back down again beside me.
"You've got such a lovely, perfect body, Allie, I wish my body was like yours."
"But you're beautiful, Heather... I love your body."
Heather kept her relentless grip on my cock, that perfect sliding rhythm, but just for the moment her mind was elsewhere.
"Touch yourself... show me how you play with yourself when you think about daddy."
I was expecting a protest from Allie at that. None came.
"Thank you darling... I do love seeing you do that... you remind me of Georgia, a little. God, she had a beautiful pussy just like you do."
Allie didn't answer. I felt her movements grow a little more frantic. It was torture not to be able to see her.
"Are you getting close, sweetheart? Are you thinking about what your daddy would feel like if he was fucking you right now?"
"God... god this is so wrong... fuck I'm so wet... tell me more... tell me some of the ways you tease him... please!"
"We've fucked in your bed, you know. When you've been out with your friends. I've put some of your clothes on and he's fucked me in your bed. He loves doing that."
"Oh Jesus... really?" I could feel my daughter's fingers working even faster.
"Really. I wore that black mini-skirt of yours and the little green crop top and put my hair up like you do sometimes and honestly he came in about thirty seconds... we both did."
"Fuck. FUCK!"
"Sometimes he teases me too, you know. It's not just one way."
"What... do... you... mean?" Long, desperate gasps from my daughter.
"Sometimes he'll ask me..." Heather took a moment to take a long, leisurely suck of my cock before resuming. "Sometimes he'll ask me... when he's licking my cunt... do I wish... do I wish it was you down there, licking me... making me cum..."
"Oh fuck!"
"And of course I say yes, I'd love to feel your daughter's tongue on my clit. I'd love to have your daughter's beautiful face between my legs... I'd love to go down on your daughter and lick her perfect, smooth, teenage cunt and make her come and come and come..."
"Fuck! Oh fuck... I'm coming... jeez... OH FUCK!"
There was a long, low drawn-out wail from Allie. The bed jolted and juddered. Heather took me into her mouth again. I think she half-expected me to climax too, and I was certainly close. But Heather also squeezed the base of my cock almost painfully tight, and somehow that was enough to draw me back from the edge.
For a minute or two we just lay there. My daughter's arm was pressed against mine. My wife gently stroked and sucked my cock as she watched Allie recover.
"Let me lick your fingers."
Allie didn't protest. I stole another glance through half-open eyes. Heather was delicately licking my daughter's fingers clean.
"You taste so sweet... I'm going to smear some on your father's lips... he'll wonder what that beautiful aroma is when he wakes up... he won't know it's his little girl's pussy... unless you tell him, of course."
Still nothing from Allie. I felt Heather's fingers trailing across my lips, once, twice. And yes, I could smell my daughter's wetness.
"Look at this cock... so swollen, so hard. His balls must be so full... are we going to leave him like that?"
A little sympathetic murmur from Allie now.
Heather's voice was low and coaxing. "We can't, can we? Your poor daddy... you've come, I've come... but poor daddy... it really wouldn't be fair."
I felt my daughter move beside me, raising herself up from the bed.
"What shall we do? What shall... I do?"
"Suck him... suck your father's cock, Allie. We could suck him together, if you like... back and forth... share his cum... I'd love to kiss your father's cum from your lips, darling."
Heather took me in her mouth again, and for several minutes she exquisitely sucked me, stroking and teasing my balls with her hand as she did so. I sensed, and could just make out, Allie touching herself lightly as she watched.
Heather withdrew mouth. "Your turn, my love."
The atmosphere was electric. The room seemed perfectly still. I could just about make out the sound of them breathing over the thumping of my own heart.
"Do you promise... it'll be ok?" My heart melted. I was on the verge of opening my eyes and sitting up and taking her in my arms when I sensed Heather moving closing to her.
I opened my eyes just enough to see my wife kissing Allie gently on the forehead. A tender, soft, kiss. She nodded her reassurance.
"It'll be more than OK, Allie. I promise."
Then my daughter bowed her head and opened her mouth and my cock was between her lips, back and forth in that deliciously taboo wetness. More cautious than Heather. Less skilled. But... it was perfect. And what she lacked in skill, she made up for more with enthusiasm. Now that the dam had been broken she threw herself into the task with an eagerness and greed that made my head spin. It was like she couldn't get enough of it.
"Oh... my darling Allie... you love your daddy's cock, don't you? You suck it so beautifully... you're going to make him come so much... I wish I could finger your pretty cunt while you suck him... would you let me do that?"
There was an affirmative, desperate noise from Allie.
"Ohhh... you're so wet... I remember how wet I used to get when I used to suck my father's cock... Georgia would get behind me and finger me and play with my clit and I would just be soaking, soaking wet as her fingers stretched me out and her tongue was pushing into me... I'm going to have to taste you too, don't stop Allie, suck his cock just like you're doing..."
Some whimpering now. I guessed Heather had started to lick her pussy. My wife was licking her stepdaughter's cunt. My daughter's cunt. And my daughter had my rock-hard cock in her mouth and any second now I was going to come in that mouth and then fuck only knew what was going to happen after that and more than anything else I just wanted to get up and push my daughter onto the bed and spread her legs and...
"His cock is going to fuck you soon," said Heather dreamily. "This delicious pussy of yours and his lovely cock... god I can't wait to see it sliding in and out of you, glistening, so wet, and you coming over and over on his cock as he fucks you... I'd like to sit on your face while he fucks you, Allie, so that when you come I can feel it all the way up from my cunt... grinding my cunt on your face as your daddy slams his cock into you... fuck won't that be good... god I'm so close I wish we were doing that right now don't you... don't you wish that lovely hard cock in your mouth was right inside your tight wet teenage cunt..."
I began to spurt my seed into my daughter's mouth.
As she felt the first taste of me on her tongue Allie jolted and moaned, and sucked me even harder. It was as if there would be a terrible price to pay if even a single drop escaped. I felt and heard a slapping noise and motion through the bed, and vaguely realised that Heather was frantically finger fucking her.
Just as my own orgasm reached its height Allie came again with a loud wail of pleasure. Slightly muffled by my engorged, leaking cock that was still deep in her mouth.
Of course, I had to somehow keep up the pretence. I allowed myself some desperate lungfuls of air as my intense climax began to subside. But I don't think Allie would have noticed. She was far away, lost in a new taboo world of pleasure and possibilities. She'd sucked her daddy to climax and her stepmother had fingered her and licked her pussy and god only knew what would come next.
"Oh... you beautiful perfect girl," murmured Heather. "We do love you so, so much, Alison. Come here, my sweet."
I felt Allie's warm mouth leave me. My cock rolled back onto my stomach. It still felt a little strange, being so smooth and freshly shaved, but I wasn't complaining.
"Thank you, Heather," whispered Allie. Then she gave a little giggle. A wicked, sly little giggle that made my heart soar. It was, indeed, all going to be all right.
"Thank you... Mummy."
For a final time that night I dared to open my eyes and look. An image that will linger until the day I die, I think. My daughter and my wife, mouths locked together, kissing deeply and passionately. My cum smeared across both their faces. Heather delicately running her tongue across Allie's lips. Heather's heavy full breasts pressing against Allie's smaller, creamier ones. Both bodies so perfect.
Eventually they parted, and looked at each other fondly. Then they looked down at me. I closed my eyes just in time.
"I should... maybe go back to my room, I suppose."
"Stay."
"Stay... with you both... here?"
"Yes."
"So when he wakes up... we'll both... be here?"
"It's a big bed, Allie."
"But what will... what if he...?"
"He won't."
"You're sure?"
"I know it."
A final hesitation from Allie.
"And you don't mind... sharing him with me?"
"We're a family," said Heather. "I love you, he loves you. Wouldn't you like to wake up every morning next to him?"
"God... yes... I always wanted to... I just never thought..."
"Then it's settled."
When I finally slept that night I was between them. Heather lay beside me on my left. Allie was on my right. Both of them were naked, as was I. Heather fell asleep first. I knew from her breathing when she'd dropped off.
Allie was awake a little longer. I think she was still a little nervous about the morning.
I rolled onto my side so that I was pressed up against her back. Sleepily, carelessly, I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me, her lovely smooth perfect bottom nestled against my freshly shaven groin. I felt her body was full of tension. I kissed her hair.
"I love you, daddy." A barely audible whisper.
"I love you too, sweetheart. Sleep now."
I felt her body relax. A few minutes later she was asleep too.
I lay awake a little longer, thinking about my two beautiful women. How fortunate I was to have found somebody like Heather. So generous, so loving, so open-minded. And my wonderful, perfect, curious, playful daughter... I hadn't thought I could love her any more than I did, but now I had so many new ways to show her that love.
I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow might bring.
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