0 comments/ 24234 views/ 0 favorites Sleepyhead By: lady moneypenny I feel myself stirring and slipping silently upwards from the depths of a slumber so deep and dreamless, the sleep of the good. I am still not awake, but in my dream I feel myself opening my thighs to you, I feel the wetness trickle down between the smooth, hairless lips of my womanhood and continue its journey between the cheeks of my bottom to drip, unhindered onto the crisp, clean sheets of my bed. Still slumbering lightly, I feel your hand moving gently, your fingers trailing along my pussy lips, dipping lightly inside, wetting your fingers then moving back to the nub of my clitoris continuing the stimulation that has raised me from deep sleep into the dream world I exist in at the moment. The world where I am not sure whether I am asleep, dreaming sweet naughty dreams of you, or I live in a perfect world where my lover steels into my bedroom unannounced in the middle of a dark starry night to pleasure me. A small groan passes my lips as your stimulation continues; you feel the almost imperceptible movement of my hips against your hand, urging you on, beckoning you into my dream world. Your lips find my toes, licking, sucking and lightly nipping, from my toes along my legs to the sleek softness of my inner thighs. Your manhood twitches as you watch my drowsy reactions to your stimulus, your cock, rearing from its own slumber to join me in the twilight world of pleasure. I mew gently, urging my sleepy body towards your lips and fingers, my arms spread across my pillows. In the moonlight, flooding through the half drawn curtains, you see my fulsome body; open and demonstrating it’s need for your ministrations. You lift your head from its place in between my velvety pussy lips and gaze down upon the awesome sight before you. Your gaze travels across the curve of my body, from my breasts, across my waist, over my rounded, feminine belly down to the dewy treasure before your tongue. Your mouth waters as you once more incline your head towards my treasure. You watch as my nipples harden in the breeze from the windows, as the curtains flutter in the draft, you watch the ripples of moonlight and shadow across my body. Moving slowly as if in a trance you return to your ministrations. Your tongue quivers as it travels along the length of my womanhood, gathering droplets of my sweet juices on its slow torturous journey, again and again as your tongue makes the sweet passage you groan as I strain against you murmuring in my sleepiness. You smile as you hear your name under my breath and return to your pleasurable labours, savouring every drop as you gently peel the petals of my pussy apart so that you can snuggle your tongue further, deeper inside of me. You feel my consciousness rising further towards the surface as your tongue slides deep inside me. Your hands slide behind me and I feel a juice slicked finger slide swiftly into the delightful puckered brown ring of my anus and my hands come to rest on your head urging you down into the honeyed depths of my treasure. You breathe in the smell and taste of me, revelling in the sweet, salty, silken flavour so unmistakeably mine. You softly disengage yourself from my still sleepy grasp and taking my hands in yours turn and smile down at me. No words are spoken as you move cat-like towards me. The sweet taste of my pussy still on your tongue; the sensation of my silky mound still tingling upon your lips, teasing you, as you trace your path up my breasts. Softly your mouth encompasses my nipple, hard and rigid, you begin to suck. I watch as you close your eyes, bringing your teeth to bear against my stiffening nipples, scratching me firmly yet gently. As your mouth attends so avidly to my nipples, my hands travel around your body, sliding tenderly over your smooth, freshly oiled ebony skin, moving stealthily along the muscled contours of your back, across your buttocks towards the furrow that hides your virgin orifice. I swiftly dip my finger into my streaming treasure and you notice my finger glisten in the moonlight, wet with my secretions. I feel your body stiffen as I gently worm my finger deep within you, your cock stiffening even more against my thigh. You groan, your voice deep, gravely and husky rumbles from deep inside your throat; you glide your shaft along my moist slit, gently teasing me feeling my fluids coating your cock in my silken sweet dew. I gasp as your shaft scutters across the nub of my clit, again and again it transverses the sensitive mound of my pearl, each time I groan louder with the sweet punishment your cock is inflicting. As I continue to massage your anus you bite softly down on my nipple, your hips push more firmly between my spread legs. The soft, wet petals of my sweet smelling sex open slightly, caressing the underside of your shaft. Your lips leave my nipple, kissing up along the swell of my milky white breasts, your teeth close around the necklace I wear, the one you gave me for my 18th birthday last year, tugging playfully as you arch you back into me, the tip of your cock barely entering me. You look down, your eyes drowning me in their liquid longing. You feel me tense as I gasp, awaiting the stroke that will bring your shaft to lodge within his gratifying, warm, moist home. As you raise yourself upon your muscular arms, I watch transfixed as the moonlight gleams upon the chocolate coloured skin of your shoulders, the muscles rippling with every move. I watch them contract and hold for a second, your eyes move towards the space beside the bed. My eyes follow yours to the floor. Your movements are fluid as you stretch, leonine in your strength and grace. Your eyes sparkle as you hold aloft the rabbit vibrator I so carelessly discarded there earlier that evening. As you lift it from its hiding place, your eyes glint with amusement, ‘Missing me babe?’ you breath, I silently nod, watching as you lift it to your nose, you inhale deeply, flicking out your tongue to taste my juices which have hardly had time to dry upon it’s surface. You lick your lips in a slow and sensuous motion, the amusement at my consternation plays across your lips and shines like neon in your eyes. You silence me with a finger across my lips and a small almost imperceptible shake of your head I watch transfixed as you turn, you straddle my face and your stiff and regal member dangles, tantalisingly close to my face. I gasp as you deftly spread the lips of my treasure trove and lick from top to bottom, I hear the click of the vibrator’s switch and hear the quiet hum of the motor, I shudder as I feel the first sensations as you slide it into my slick sheath, the shaft of the vibe is rotating, massaging the walls of my secret place a second click and the rabbit ears at the front of the vibe start their seismic movements, stimulating my already sensitive pearl, I arch upwards, the fire of my orgasm building rapidly in my belly. Your finger, slick and wet from my pussy, slides down into my brown rose. Delving deeply, I can feel your finger and the vibe touching through the internal walls of my secret parts. I grab your cock and hungrily start to lick and suck upon it, greedily licking at the balls, the shaft and glans, my fingers stretching your cheeks apart and delving into your bottom. You groan and your deep voice resonates through the still of the night. ‘Tell me, tell me what you did with this you little slut!’ I groan, lust has taken over my body, in between licks and caresses of your cock and balls, I tell you of my evening. ‘I couldn’t sleep honey, I haven’t seen you all week, and I felt so hot. I couldn’t help myself.’ I continue to slide my wet tongue all along that long vein in your dick, slowly tantalisingly, watching the small droplets of precum gathering at the head of your member. All the time you continue to move the vibe rhythmically into and out of my sheath. My orgasm by this time building to an extent that would soon register on the Richter scale, I groan pushing my wet petals onto the vibe, feeling your fingers probing my tight but accommodating bottom. Licking the precum carefully from your cock, I continue. ‘I was laying here, the breeze was nice through the window, it made my nipples kinda stiff.’ ‘You little slut!’ you growl. I shudder in response, the fire in my loins boiling rapidly. ‘I was missing you, feeling the need for your cock in my cunt, I started to play with myself, slipping my fingers in, licking them every so often…’ I have to pause while you remove the vibe from my slit so that I don’t cum just yet. You want to tease me for a while. I take a deep breath, so as to compose myself. ‘Carry on.’ Your voice is hoarse with lust. As I begin, the sensations from my bottom increase as you step up your stimulation, you mouth begins to suck on my clit and once again the vibe is inserted into my pussy, silently I tense waiting for you to turn it back on. It stays silent. ‘Continue’ you bark. ‘So I got the rabbit out and started slipping it in and out of my wet, hot cunt. I was thinking about how you took me in the park last week, you remember, you pulled me into the bushes and pulled my knickers to one side and just fucked me there, no kisses, nothing just rough sex right there in the park, If anybody had looked over, they could have seen me, bent over with you fucking me from behind…’ I gasp as once again you turn the vibe back on the sensations ripple through the bubbling cauldron of my belly, fizzing up quickly to the very edge of orgasm. All this time, I am stroking your thick hard cock; I slip it into my mouth as a huge orgasm unfurls itself within my belly, you quickly slip your lips over the pearl of my clit and suck. The orgasm shudders on and on, carrying me far away to a place where only pleasure exists. Your cock slips deep within my throat as I feel you thrust fucking my throat deeper and deeper, until your cum is unleashed and slips silently down my throat. You shudder, your face deep within my pussy, still sucking on my clit, the aftershocks still coming, my juices still spurting all over your face. Your cock, semi hard and covered with your cum, slips stealthily from my mouth, you lay beside me, your hand still holding the rabbit, silent now in my puss. I lay there, shuddering, sated and still in the pleasure zone, drowsy with satisfaction I struggle through my consciousness, hearing your voice, rasping and low in the night. ‘You little slut, you wanted somebody to see us in the park didn’t you?’ I gasp as you quickly move to tie my hands to the bed head with your belt; I am helpless, totally at your mercy. Once more you turn on the rabbit, my oversensitive pussy, once more starts to fizz and bubble with expectations of another huge orgasm. You grab a lipstick from my bedside table and slide it effortlessly into my bottom; your lips once more slide over my clit, sucking, your teeth grazing the sensitive surface. It takes all of about 20 seconds for the second shuddering orgasm to hit me. ‘See! What a little slut you are.’ I smile grateful up at you as you kiss me passionately. Gently you release me, taking me in your arms and cuddling me, stroking my hair, matted with sweat and juices, kissing me gently on the face, the eyes, my nose. I snuggle up to you, my hand still on your sticky cock. When I awake, my sheets are rumpled, my hair plastered to my head, I am confused, did I dream? Was it real? Were you here with me? I rise from my bed, spend a few minutes changing the rumpled sheets, all the time trying to work out whether I had dreamt last night. As I turn to gather the sheets for the washing, I notice a lipstick on the floor, I stoop to pick it up and raise it to my nose and smile. Sleepyhead ... I blink ... and I'm awake. The cool, grey light of a summer dawn fills the room. I close my eyes again; plenty of time before morning... No, definitely awake. You lie on the other pillow, a shadow of stubble on your cheeks. Your strong features blurred by sleep, your mouth slack, slightly open. Soft snores greet the dawn. You look so peaceful. I wonder can I do something about that?... Your body is outlined by the sheet which is all that covers us. I slip carefully down under the sheet. In the dimness you lie exposed. One hand rests by your head the other on your hip. Your chest hair is a soft carpet. My gaze moves down; your belly, not the six-pack you aspire to but trim nontheless, your hips, almost smooth, your thighs, strong, muscled with a colouring of hair. Your sex; a luxuriant bush dark against your skin, your balls lying slack against your thigh, your cock soft, shrunken, sleepy. I gaze a little longer, then blow, gently. Your breathing hitches, your balls tighten slightly. I pause, waiting as you settle again. I move carefully closer and breathe warm air into your bush around the base of your cock. He stirs ever so slightly; you, sleep on... My tongue, soft and slack, slides over your tightening ballsack and up your cock. Now you stir. I back off and wait until you settle again. I come closer again, blowing softly and licking your balls and cock. He swells now and I envelop him with my lips. As my tongue caresses him you jerk but then lie still. You're awake now but pretending to sleep, your breathing artificially even, your body extra still. I slide my tongue around your cock as he swells in my mouth, my jaw pushed further open as he grows. I pull back and lick along his length. You croon languidly as I take him back in my mouth, sliding slowly down. I pull off and slide back on. Slowly, ever so slowly... I reach up to tickle your balls, your legs part and I carry on around to your ass sucking on your cock head all the while. You've abandoned all pretense of sleep now, growling and thrusting, your hands in my hair but I can't fit you properly like this... I push on your hip to roll you onto your back. Now I can move around for a better angle. I swirl my soft tongue around his head and down his length and all over your tight ballsack. You grunt, speechless. As I take you back into my mouth your hand moves down my back to my ass, your fingers reaching into my cleft. You've always loved my ass in your hands as I suck your cock. Now I have you as I want you. Your cock pointing straight down my body, my hands gripping your ass and stroking your thighs and balls. We start to play the 'swallow me' game. As I take him in, you thrust and I back off, you pull back and I push on again, your cock filling my mouth, stretching my jaws apart. Now you go still. I start to reach further and take in more cock, you stay still. I pull off and then reach forward again, mouth slack and accepting. Now you thrust - pushing your cock right to the back of my mouth. I know you want me to swallow him but I can't. Not this time - some day my love... I take as much as I can before pulling back. Then I start again; suck, suck, reach, thrust. Your hand caresses my ass, fingering my cleft. You reach further and cup my balls. Mmmm that's nice... Your breath is coming heavier now. I slow down, real slow. I know you love it slow. I slurp down the length of your cock trying to make my mouth deeper for you. You thrust, I suck. And again, and again... You gasp, huffing and blowing as your hot semen floods my mouth. I can't help but swallow some, gagging briefly as it catches in my throat. I'm not swallowing it all. 'Share and share alike' remember? I keep sucking while you cum and then slide up your body to kiss you. You open your mouth to me and we share your spunk, your hard tongue eagerly harvesting my slack, soft mouth. I lie back, jaw aching. 'Oh love', you say reaching over to cup my cheek. I turn and kiss your hand. You stare at me, sated. Your eyelids flutter closed. You mutter softly 'my love' but your words are blurring into the soft rumble of a snore. You're already sleeping again. I gaze at your face softening into slumber. 'My love', I whisper as my eyes grow heavy. The cool, grey light of a summer dawn fills the room. ...I blink... Sleepyhead The final, complete Sleepy Head Saga. Thanks for everyone who read and voted on the first three* chapters! I know this was a long time coming, but as I work two jobs, and do all of my own writing and editing... it's not a fast process. I'm sure I've missed one or two items, but I think the story is publishable by now. For Clarity, this is a seven chapter story bound as one document. I had the original, separate, chapters removed as to not duplicate writing. Cheers! Sleepy Head Welcome Home It was a pretty typical autumn day at my home in Massachusetts. Summer was drawing to a close and even though the days were warm, the nights were cold. I was hurrying to get the last bit of yard work done before those cold nights turned to cold days and eventually snow. Our house was sitting on just shy of two acres of land and I had spent most of that day clearing the back of our lot for firewood. I heard my wife driving up our long driveway and decided to call it quits; I left what I was doing and went to greet her home. We had been together since our twenties, when we lived down south, and were still very much in love. Back then I had a steady job as a firefighter that supported the two of us as she went to med school. After school she got a job offer in Massachusetts that we couldn't pass up, so we packed up and moved north. I still miss the fire department, but once we got settled I stayed away from regular work in lieu of raising our daughter and maintaining the house. A lot of guys I know wouldn't have liked it, but I enjoyed the chance to spend more time with my family and we wanted for nothing. "Hey babe," I grabbed Emily firmly by the waist and gave her a kiss as she walked up our driveway. "How was work?" I held her in front of me, pulling her hips into mine while she put her arm around my neck, holding her briefcase. As I looked into her eyes I couldn't help but think to myself how beautiful she is. I held her slender body close and took in the smell of her jet black hair. I nibbled at her neck, causing her toned body to bristle with resistance. I went in for another kiss, this time slipping my tongue between her soft lips. I pulled her tighter and felt her ample breasts press against me. "Great!" she replied, finally breaking my kiss with a lick of her lips. She arched her back and looked up, pulling her chest away but leaving her hips locked to mine. I moved one hand from her petite waist to grab her firm ass. My large frame enveloped her and I very easily wrapped my muscular arms around her while massaging her ass. "We had a pretty busy day surveying different hospitals' reporting procedures for suspected viral outbreaks. I got lunch with Jennifer around 1 and then wrapped up a few more things at the office before coming home." "Sounds very busy indeed," I replied, "let's get inside and get some dinner, eh?" I gave Em one last squeeze on the butt for which I got a brisk but playful slap on the chest. As we walked inside I watched her ass sway back and forth—at 39 she still has an amazing teardrop ass. Em caught me eying her butt and gave the air between us a quick swat to tell me to stop. It didn't deter me in the slightest and I sped up to harass her as we continued on into the kitchen. Our daughter, Stacey, was sitting quietly at our dinner table playing on her phone when her mother and I walked in. She paid us no mind and I continued to covertly attempt to grope my wife's ass while she playfully batted me away. Stacey is a pretty reserved girl; she very much reminds me of her mom when she was younger—hard working, athletic and petite; she does very well in school despite having my poor study habits and plays midfield for her field hockey team. Stacey is tiny, even compared to her mom, but anything she lacks in presence she makes up for in speed—she clocked a 4.3 second 40 at her last practice making her the only freshman on her collegiate team. At this moment she seemed entranced by her phone—most likely trying to coordinate plans for the upcoming weekend. "Hey Stace," Em called, suppressing a laugh as I caught her ass again. "Hey Mom," Stacey replied, not looking up from her phone. "How's your homework coming sweetie?" "It's done." "Already? Very impressive. Let me see it." "Mo-om..." "Don't "mo-om" me, I suggest you go double check and make sure that homework is actually done." Stacey kept chugging away at her phone without looking up. I glanced over and noticed she was wearing her favorite shirt, a red "Flash" tee that hugged her perky C-cups. Even I had to admit that she had some impressive breasts, especially for a girl her size. "That means now Stace. I want to see your homework after dinner," Emily continued. With an exasperated sigh Stacey pushed away from the table and headed upstairs. My gaze trailed down and I saw she was wearing a pair of her varsity pt shorts, also a bit on the small side, hugging her teenage butt quite nicely. "Dinner's ready in 30!" I called after her. Truthfully it was ready then, but I had other ideas about how to kill 30 minutes. Turning back to Emily I saw she had set down her briefcase and was taking her shoes off. I went to the cabinet and poured her a glass of red wine. Gently swirling the glass, I set it down in front of her and moved behind to begin massaging her neck. "You're tense babe." I slowly worked circles into her shoulders while also giving her a slight stretch. Emily gave a slight moan of agreement. I leaned over and kissed her neck while tracing my hands to the front of her blouse. She turned to kiss me as I unbuttoned her top and began massaging her pecs. Reaching my fingers into her bra, I gave her nipples a couple of soft rubs before slowly retreating to her back. Emily smiled and started to stand so I cupped my hands under her arms to assist her to her feet. She tried to turn around but I pulled her into my body and hugged her into place. "Oh it's like that?" Emily giggled. I kissed her and started moving my hands to her skirt, unclasping it swiftly and continuing my hands into her panties. "No no, bad boy! Let's go upstairs." "Stace is upstairs," I kept working my hands down to her pussy and could feel she was already wet with anticipation. "Besides, feels to me like you're ready now." Emily tried to pull away but I bent her over the dining table and pressed her chest down with a soft crash. Keeping one hand on her back while she wiggled and giggled, I used the other to reach under her skirt; I pulled her panties down to her ankles and flipped her skirt up to reveal her gorgeously bare pussy. I pressed the growing lump in my pants into her mound, framed perfectly by her exposed ass. "Jack—not here..." Emily's plead trailed off as she backed harder into my hips. Reaching behind she started to undo my belt—a task I eagerly helped her with—and freed my cock from my pants. She began stroking my cock, already swollen to its full nine inches, and a small dribble of precum oozed from my shaft. Emily lined my tip up with her slit and pushed back, but couldn't get me inside just yet. My head ran slick with her juice as I held her at bay and leaned forward, nibbling her ear, our signal for her to turn around and kiss me. As she turned her torso I clutched her throat and craned her neck back further, bringing her tiny mouth to mine. I rolled my tongue around hers, exploring every corner of her mouth while her tongue danced playfully around mine. As we kissed she continued squirming back, attempting to envelope my cock. I continued to tease her, keeping my tip just barely pressing onto her swollen pussy. Occasionally I'd let my tip part her lips but then withdrew immediately. I could feel her juices beginning to drip onto the floor. I began sawing my log between her legs, using my shaft to stroke her slit. I let her linger in anticipation for a few more moments while we kissed, until I could feel her hips flinching with each stroke. I pressed my tip between her lips once more, this time allowing her hungry pussy to swallow my cock. Emily let out a soft moan as my engorged shaft slipped effortlessly inside her tight pussy. I advanced slowly; gliding my cock another two or three inches until I felt her pushing back—I stopped her backwards motion and slowly retreated. "Ummph!" Emily grunted in frustration, bucking her hips backwards. As I withdrew I felt her aching pussy contracting around my head begging it not to go. I picked that moment to plunge deep into her and within moments I was filling her petite body with my huge cock. "Aeii!" Emily's girlish yelp was followed by a muffled laugh, "you fucking tease!" I reached under her blouse and unclasped her bra before tugging it down, exposing her lovely breasts. "Hey, no n—" Cutting her off with a sudden thrust, I methodically began pumping into her. I slid the full length of my shaft in and out, massaging her pussy; a slow steady withdrawal—a sudden forceful penetration. "Mmph." Emily bit her lip and laid her head back down on the table. Like a locomotive building steam I kept pumping her from behind, Emily's skirt flapping around her ass with each thrust. I lubed my fingers with her juice grabbed at her closest breast. Her perky breasts weren't huge, but a definite handful. I began rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, taking the time to feel every bump on her slick areola while my penis felt every contour in her tight pussy. I moved my hand from her back to clench her ass as I continued massaging her with my cock. After several minutes of controlling the tempo I could feel her rocking back slightly before my thrust. I let this continue for a minute or so before slamming her one last time as deep as I could. With my shaft buried as deep as I could reach, I flexed my pelvic muscles to move my cock the tiniest bit. Emily let out a deep moan and savored my cock as it wriggled inside of her. Just then I grabbed a first full of hair and roughly jerked her to the left while keeping her impaled on my shaft. Her briefcase flew from the table and scattered papers on to the floor. I stamped her head down on the closest chair and used my extra leverage to begin railing her in earnest; my tempo increased to a steady pounding; a faint slushing sound could be heard as I plunged into my gorgeous wife. I kept pounding faster, pulling her hips into mine as I thrust forward. Emily cupped her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, bucking against me as I continued to plow into her. At that moment I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Looking up I saw Stacey, laid back on the stairs, her blue shorts around one ankle while she furiously rubbed her clit and watched me rail my wife. I froze. Impaled deep inside my wife, I stopped. For a moment I didn't know what to do. Should I say something? I felt my dick throbbing against Emily's pussy. "Ugggghmmm," Em groaned. I clutched her hair again and yanked her head off the chair. She arched her back and I immediately began pounding her again. Emily groped behind, feeling for my waist. Her mouth was frozen open, eyes shut, attempting to let out a groan or a gasp but unable to find the air. Continuing to hold her hair with one hand, I grabbed her hand with my other and groped her breast with it. Looking up again I could see that—while I saw Stacey, and she us—I was looking at a reflection. She didn't know she'd been caught. "UGHH," Emily moaned as she found her breath with a shudder. I let go of her hair and cupped her mouth, bringing her back against my chest. I moved my other hand to her clit and began stroking her in sync with my pumping. Emily kept clutching her breast and began rocking on her tip toes, each thrust pushing her off the ground momentarily. She arched her back, letting me hit her g-spot as I penetrated deep inside her. I was pumping into her petite body at a maddening pace and could feel her pussy contracting around my shaft; I felt my balls tightening with an impending release and I clutched her mouth harder, muffling her screams as I railed her. "Eemmph," came a faint yelp from the stairs. I turned to see Stacey clamp her legs tight around one hand while silencing her mouth with the other. I watched her reflection as her nubile body shuddered with a familiar release. Emil's pussy continued milking my cock as she screamed into my hand. I felt each of her velvety spasms with ecstasy. "Fuu..." I let out as I slammed Em onto my shaft one last time. I lowered my mouth to her shoulder and bit hard into her soft skin. I pressed her tiny body down on my cock as far as she would go; she desperately tried to clamp her legs shut as I pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. She buried her ass against my hips as wave after wave of cum unloaded inside of her; she shuddered again with another rolling orgasm. I could feel her pussy milking me dry and I pressed into her until I was weak. We stood there for what seemed like ages, in a cool sweat and oozing with our intermingled fluids. My mouth was still sunk into her shoulder; my hand cupping hers, cupping her breast; her hair matted to her head, blouse disheveled and skirt crooked; her bra was somehow trapped around one arm with her breasts hanging out. We slowly began kissing. After a long while I lifted my wife to let my softening member withdraw and turned her body towards mine. Caressing her breasts as we kissed, I slowly massaged her mouth with my tongue until we both drew a deep sigh. We stood holding each other another minute or two before a final peck on the lips signaled the hurry to get clean. As we cleaned up I noticed Stacey had retreated upstairs. "Dinner time!" I called out once Em and I were reasonably decent. Quarterback Sneak Stacey came down for dinner in her same flash tee but had changed into some flannel pajama bottoms. On closer inspection I could tell she had removed her bra—her eighteen year old titties were punctuated by tiny nipples pushing tents into her shirt. Her raven black hair was now in a sloppy bun and her bottoms clung to her ass. I stared at the fabric stretched taut over her tiny labia as she approached; after she passed I took in the outline of her lush butt. I allowed my eyes to linger over her body longer than usual; I noticed my sweet girl as a beautiful woman for the first time. After visually ravaging her petite body, my eyes rose to her cute face—a mirror image of her mom when we met. Stacey's perfect skin glowed with a soft look of satisfaction. She seemed cheerful and beamed a smile from her pert mouth. She bounced down the hall and plopped her school work onto the table. Stacey took her seat for dinner next to Em and started chatting about field hockey and school. I brought out the Sheppard's pie I had made that afternoon and set it on the table. As we ate and continued talking I noticed Stacey seemed to be staring at her mother's breasts. Every so often Em would shoot me a glance; I suppose she noticed too. I mulled this over in my mind and considered some way to bring it up, but decided against it. For the rest of dinner I occupied myself with covertly playing footsie with Emily, who was now shooting me the "behave" look while Stacey wasn't watching. After cleaning up the three of us moved to the TV room to enjoy ice cream and watch Monday Night Football, Pats vs. Giants. Em and I cuddled up under a fleece blanket on the couch; Stacey curled into the love seat adjacent to us. Under the blanket I returned to my usual antics, stealthily slipping my hands into Emily's panties as she lay supine on my chest. It was a strategic game of groping her in a manner that her reaction would be more telling than mine. Emily silently resisted at first, trying to shift her legs or guard her breasts, but my persistence won out. I cupped her mound with my palm and Emily let out a sigh of resignation as I discretely held my trophy. Looking up I saw that Stacey was busy on her phone, either unaware of Em and me, or pretending to be. I kissed Emily gingerly on her neck and slowly rubbed my middle finger up and down her slit while keeping her labia cupped with my hand. After several minutes of this, when she had become slick, I stopped rubbing and slipped my middle finger into her wet pussy. Emily let out a gasp that betrayed our actions. Stacey looked over to investigate only to be met with Em and me staring even more intently at the game. I held my finger inside my wife's wet pussy under my daughters prying eyes for quite some time; once everyone was focused back on the game I began fucking Emily with my finger. Slowly and silently I rocked in and out, savoring the slurping suction on my finger. Occasionally I paused to massage her spongy g-spot. Soon the slow stroke had become a steady pulsing and I could feel my cock swelling against my wife's back. Em was now rocking her hips, ever so slightly, to the rhythm of my stroke. Emily stealthily reached behind her and freed my cock, allowing it press into her back. With precum oozing onto my wife I knew it was time to make a move. I tapped Emily on the shoulder: "Sit up babe." I said loud enough for Stacey to hear. I withdrew my wet finger and we sat up in unison; I moved my legs as if they had been falling asleep. Emily held the blanket close to keep us covered— "That's better," I pushed Emily up slightly, allowing my dick to fall between her ass cheeks, then patted the small of her back to signal her to sit back down. As Emily sat, I made sure my rock hard cock was sticking straight up. With my free hand I tugged her panties to the side just in time to impale her on my shaft. My cock slipped seamlessly into her wet pussy. "Aeih!" Emily yelped in shock, quickly trying to stand back up and off my cock. I quickly grabbed her hips and slammed her back down my rod. "Uhhhumm!" she moaned again. Stacey turned to us, openly bewildered. "Sorry babe, let me move my foot again." I quickly called out, picking Emily up and thrusting her back down on my shaft. "Mmph-kay" came her muffled response as I railed into her. She tried to stand again—and again I sat her onto my throbbing cock, burying it deep inside of her. "Careful babe, I'm sitting here." I pushed her up again as if to reposition one last time and just as she thought she could stand— "There!" I thrust her onto me one last time. "Now let's watch the game," I smiled at her, my cock ready to explode with our daughter only a few feet away. Emily started to turn around—obviously angry. As she twisted her torso my cock rotated inside of her, massaging her pussy, momentarily turning her brow from anger to pleasure. "Love you," I gave her a quick peck on the lips and simultaneously slipped my hand to her cooch, still under the blanket. Emily grabbed at my hand to stop me but I was already in place. I looked over at Stacey to catch her enthralled stare; her supple teen body was frozen in place, jaw agape with nipples like tent poles in her red shirt. "I guess we need a bigger couch," I commented before turning back to the game. I started massaging my wife's clit and savored the feeling of her pussy contracting around my cock. I felt her juices running down my shaft and onto the couch. She began squeezing her pussy rhythmically to match my strokes, keeping every other muscle in her body tense to avoid the urge to bounce on my cock in front of our daughter. Her breathing was getting deeper and I could feel my own pleasure beginning to crescendo again. There we sat, motionless save our imperceptible pulsing as we masturbated each other a few feet from our daughter. Our rhythm was broken by a large stretch and yawn from Stacey. "I'm going to turn in I think. Pats have this one in the bag." Stacey got up and began to gather her blanket to take upstairs. We both froze. Sleepyhead "Ok hun," I replied for the both of us, "Come give us a kiss." Emily shot me a severe look, as if I had just sealed our fate. We would certainly be caught now. I let my fingers go back to work soothing Emily's clit. She responded by attempting to writhe away. Stacey walked over to our side and leaned down to kiss Em. After a quick peck on the cheek she moved up to me, letting her braless boobs flop into Em's face; I gave Em's clit another gentle roll and she moaned into her daughter's breasts. Stacey pressed her boobs further into Emily's face as she kissed me on the lips. After kissing for a bit too long Stacey deftly slipped her tongue into my mouth. I reached up and caressed her chin; Stacey withdrew and tongued my thumb, gently sucking on it for a moment before standing back up. Stacey pulled her boobs out of Emily's face, allowing her to see again. Now I sat bewildered. My mind reeled as my cock throbbed deep inside Emily, having just been frenched by our stunning daughter. "Night!" Stacey called. Stacey's ass wiggled gingerly as her footsteps faded upstairs. Emily snapped her head to look at me— "What was that, Jack!?" Emily demanded. "Calm down babe," With my best poker face I wondered what Emily saw. "Why'd you call her over here?" "We always kiss goodnight. It'd be more suspicious if I hadn't!" I leaned down to kiss Emily, who immediately pulled away. "No!" Emily commanded as she started to stand up. I slammed her right back onto my shaft. Emily's frustration at not being able to unseat herself began to show. "Unh! J-Jack... you're twisted," Emily stammered as I slid her up and down my cock several more times. "Uh huh. And you love me." "I do. But you're in time out." Emily twisted to the right to get her feet on the floor but I caught her ankle and kept spinning her until she had done a 180 and was straddling me. A wave of pleasure rippled down her face. "No..." she meekly called out while leaning over and resting her forehead on mine. I lifted her hips slightly; holding her in place I began pumping up into her. My cock was soaked in her juices and making loud sloshing sounds with each stroke. I could feel her using her legs to bounce herself now; I let her take over the pace and used my free hands to roughly grab her breasts and rub her clit. Within a few minutes I felt her pussy contracting around my cock again; the extra pressure sent me over the top, erupting a large load deep into her womb. Emily shuddered and collapsed, letting out a visceral moan. I slowed the rhythm, gradually milking the last bits of cum into my wife. "Bad Jack," she whispered. We laid there in an exhausted heap, slowly drifting to sleep until awoken by the post game show. "Love you." "Love you too." "Let's go to bed." "Mm-hmm." Stacey's Gambit Our old Victorian home sits upon a small hill and clearing looking over the driveway and yard. Over the last few years I've renovated most of the house. Three stories plus an attic is a lot for a family of three, but we love the charm of the house and have enjoyed fixing it up as time goes on. Emily headed for the stairs and I did a circle around the first floor to ensure everything was buttoned up. I turned off the TV and set the night light to the kitchen; the basement and garage doors were locked; I walked through the dining room and den and then back to the front foyer where I could see the TV room. Satisfied we were secure I locked the deadbolt and headed upstairs. I got to the second floor landing and scanned around briefly. The stairs opened into a large room sectioned off by a bar, pool table, arcade games and dart board. To the right we had a study and library that could be turned into overflow rooms for parties. Nothing seemed out of place so I continued upstairs. As I got to the third floor I could see Stacey had left her door cracked; I looked toward my bedroom and could hear Emily in the shower. Turning back towards Stacey's room I crept over to the door and peered in. I could only see her shadow from the bathroom. I heard the swishing of her brushing her teeth and paused for a moment, staring blankly into her room as I mulled the evening over—her skimpy shorts, tight shirts... tonguing me while I laid under my wife and masturbating on the stairs. I snapped to when I saw her shadow as it led her body back into the room. I took a soft step back into the comfort of the dark hall before I let out a gasp. My little girl was topless; her breasts were beautiful. Her perfect teenage boobs jiggled as she moved around the room—still brushing her teeth. I watched her body as she basked in the yellow glow from the bathroom. Her tits were enormous on her tiny frame, each one a perky melon begging to be suckled. Her brown nipples were rock hard little buttons that looked absolutely delicious. I felt my cock swelling again; I haven't seen my baby nude since I was changing her diapers; I knew Stace was a beautiful young lady, but I never saw her as a teenage bombshell—until now. She disappeared into the bathroom again; I strained my eyes and ears to the doorway; I heard her spit and rinse and slam her cabinet shut. I immediately snapped back to attention—what was I doing? Spying on my own daughter? Feeling the bulge in my pants I moved away from the door and headed to my room. I can't believe I was allowing myself to lust after my daughter—my pride and joy, my baby girl. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and entered my room. Em was standing at the edge of the bed nearest me with her back towards me, drying her hair. The nightstand lamp was still lit and I could see she was in her teal babydoll; the fabric hugged her torso beautifully before flowing loosely down her slender body and bowing out at her ass. I crept in and quietly shut the door behind me. She didn't seem weary of my presence so I continued sneaking until she was within arm's reach; Looming over her, I paused. I tackled her to the bed and pinned her face into the comforter. I pressed my covered cock into her delicious ass and slid my body up until I was breathing against her cheek; her hair was still wrapped in her towel when I began nibbling and French kissing her ear, exploring her every inch of her face with my tongue. Emily giggled and flinched at the playful tickling. She shrugged against me to stop but kept her hands willfully at her sides. "Love you," I whispered softly, as I continued showering her face in kisses. "Love you too," she replied into the mattress. I traced my lips down her neck, pausing to nibble again at her soft skin; God I loved her skin. I withdrew my cock from against her butt as I continued down her back; I framed her waist with my hands and pressed down, rocking her hips up, pushing her ass into my face. I took a deep breath and savored the smell of her pussy mixed with the faint aroma of her lavender body wash. I slowly began kissing her panty covered pussy—each kiss getting longer and longer until I was frenching her clothed box. Emily was breathing deeply now, her chest heaving into the mattress as her ass stuck straight up in the air. I pulled her panties down to her knees; I was eye level with her gorgeously waxed pussy. I spread her ass cheeks and brought her within inches of my face. She was slick with anticipation; I resumed slowly kissing her slit with an occasional lick to savor her taste. Emily pressed back into my face and I began hungrily devouring her soaking wet pussy. With loud slurping and slushing I licked her lips and dribbled her juices. I plunged my tongue as deep as it could go and massaged her clit with my thumb; I loudly slurped her nectar before sloshing and swallowing, still stroking her towards orgasm. I began tongue fucking her box, allowing thick contrails of squirt and saliva to sag from her cooch. I savored her taste; I pushed my tongue ever deeper and felt her pussy spasm around my face. Emily attempted to slam her legs shut but I pressed into her deeper; I reached around and pulled her hood back to stroke her clit directly. Emily continued squirming as her orgasms began to roll over her body like tidal waves against the shore. After an eternity of writhing pleasure she began squirting; I hungrily slurped up her quim and let some dribble down my chin. Emily screamed into the comforter—a cry of ecstasy punctuated with a visceral grunt. She collapsed to the bed. I stayed in place for a moment before slowing withdrawing, gently cleaning her with my tongue as I wound down. "Oh my God Jack," Emily cooed with a smile as she rolled over. I gave her one last lick from ass to clit before moving up to kiss her. We held that kiss for a long time, taking an eternity to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. Emily would occasionally suck my tongue in and roll hers around it, fucking it like a small shaft. I slipped her babydoll straps off to expose her lovely breasts; I broke our kiss to begin working my tongue around her nipples. I caressed each one, alternating my tongue play clockwise and counter-clockwise in predictable patterns. As I continued to worship her breasts, Emily reached down and sprang my erection from my pajamas. She pulled her hips close to mine, allowing each breast one last nibble before sliding herself down and lining up with my throbbing tip. Emily spread her legs wide and I let her softly glide my cock into her slit, taking the time to feel the contours of her pussy as my shaft parted her lips. "Mmph!" she gasped. I buried my cock to the base and held it there; I watched her eyebrows crinkle as I pressed her into the mattress. I moved my hands to her hips and held her down; she was now helpless against the teasing to follow. I began to withdraw from her heavenly cunt; Em dug her fingers into my butt in protest as I backed out. At last, when I was all but out, I allowed her to pull me back in; I savored each inch again and again as I slid in and out of her pussy at an agonizing pace. After what seemed to be an eternity of coating myself in her juices, I withdrew one last time; I pushed her legs down and straddled her chest, resting the tip of my cock on her lips. I made sure her arms were pinned below my shins— "That ok?" "Mmmhmm," Emily nodded as she puckered her lips and kissed the underside of my head; she was helplessly pinned below me. She finished her kiss with a tickle from her tongue causing my cock to spasm. I craned up on the bed and positioned my rod perpendicular to her tiny lips; I gently pushed in and entered her gorgeously warm mouth. She licked her fluids from my cock as I continued to press in; I felt her relaxing to adjust to my girth. I stopped. Emily looked up lovingly while I let my cock settle. She continued sloshing my shaft before finally taking a deep breath and sticking her tongue out under my cock. I supported her neck as she arched it back and closed her eyes. With my cue I sank past her soft palate; I took in every twinge and allowed the warm sensation of filling my wife's throat to seep in. I pulled out slightly to allow Em to take another breath before pressing back in; I gently caressed her jaw, from ear to chin to lips. She looked up at me patiently as I held my cock in place even longer. Pulling back once more to let her breathe, I shifted my weight up; as I moved a small ray of light caught my eye. I looked in that direction and saw the night light from the hall—my door was cracked open! I reflexively sank my cock deep into Em's warm throat; she closed her eyes and gagged—but took it—I reeled towards the light. I stared back at the door trying to discern a figure: nothing. Looking down I saw Em's eyes were slammed shut and beginning to tear. I withdrew again and gave her several seconds of air. Reaching over I turned off the nightstand lamp and returned my attention to my wife. I could feel Em's eyes on me, waiting. I lingered there for another few seconds, feeling the stillness of the air in our room, waiting patiently. I tried with all my might to sense anything wrong, but couldn't. After ages of holding my cock in my wife's loving mouth I was satisfied we were still alone. I grasped her chin and hair and began rocking into her petite mouth. As I kept her head still I picked up the tempo—changing my incursion from a soft plunge to a deep plow. I let her arms go free so I could ratchet up for better position and continued pumping my wife's beautiful mouth; each thrust closed her eyes tighter as she let out a desperate gurgle. Her tiny lips wrapped around my shaft; my cock throbbed against her soft palate. My eyes were now fully adjusted to the dimmer light; from my position I could see her expanding her throat with each thrust, taking me all the way. My cock was pulsing. Moving still faster I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her slippery throat against my tip. I felt the texture of her tongue on my shaft, her hot saliva dousing my cock. I felt my release coming—still faster—I listened to her soft and frantic gurgling; a shockwave of sedate pleasure overwhelmed me; I let out a shudder and fell over, pressing my wife's face to my shaft. I gushed my love deep into her throat—Em franticly grabbed at my hips as wave after wave of thick cum spurted into her mouth and coated her throat. Still pumping into her mouth I froze— KNOCK KNOCK! "Mom? Dad?" Oh my god! This can't be happening! My thoughts rang in my head as my cock was still enveloped by my wife's delicious mouth. I fell backwards out of my wife and into our covers. A few drops of cum and spit spurted across the bed; I pulled the comforter tight over my body and snapped towards the door while it crept open. Stacey poked her head in. "Mom? I can't sleep," Stacey called out. Emily and I were a total wreck; we emanated sex that permeated our bed. My pants were still around my knees and Emily's breasts were still out. We both scrambled to look sleepy and understanding. I looked at Em—she was struggling to swallow my massive load and dribbling cum onto her chin. Back at the door I could just make out Stacey's figure—a bluish silhouette against a black backdrop; I turned on the nightstand and refocused. Stacey was wearing a sheer pink nightgown. I could easily make out her rock hard nipples—large mauve circles under her silk dress. She began strutting towards us in a long arc ending at the foot of the bed. As she drew closer, it was apparent she was wearing a tiny pink thong under her sheer nightgown—so tiny it hugged her labia into two small lumps. I blinked several times to ensure this teenage vixen was real— "Can I sleep with you?" Stacey pleaded. I looked towards Emily who was still attempting to clear her cum coated throat. I kept eye contact with my wife: "Sure babe?" I heard someone calling out. Emily's eyes grew wide with confusion. "Jay—" Emily called out, not able to complete her thought. Stacey sank into the bed and crawled on all fours towards us. Her sheer nightgown drooped, exposing the curves of her melons. She kept her pretty blue eyes fixated on mine while I scrambled to discretely pull up my PJs. Stacey reached us at the pillows and stopped. "Thanks. Love you so much," She whispered to us both as she kept my eyes locked. Emily shot me a glare as Stacey curled herself under the comforter between Em and I. Stace wedged herself in until she was snuggled up between us with an arm around Em. I had to wonder if Em got her blouse up... I took in Stacey's majestic curves once more—her soft cheek that traced to her neck and down her slender body to her toned arms; the rest of her body was hidden beneath the blanket. Her plump ass backed into my crotch; her toned legs wrapped my own. Reaching behind myself to the lamp I turned it off once more. After a long while, with Stace still cuddled against her mom, I whispered into the dark. "Em?" I called out on eggshells. "Yeah," she lofted back. "She asleep?" "Yeah." "I'm so sorry babe. I panicked when I heard her knock." "Me too. It's ok." "That was awesome babe." "For both of us." "Good." "Hun?" "Yeah?" "Stacey's hand is on my boob." I paused while that last bit sank in. Stacey was doing what? I turned towards my beautiful girls; I was now spooning Stacey. I reached towards her arm and let my thumb trace down her shoulder. Her soft skin lead to her hand; my hand soon enveloped Stacey's on top of Em's bare breast. "Uh... yeah... it is..." I meekly replied My cock was growing once again. I could feel it beginning to press into Stacey. "Do you think she saw us?" I continued. "I'm not sure... I was a bit preoccupied." I pulled against Stacey's hand harder, bringing her and Emily into me; I pressed my cock into Stacey's tiny nightgown and curled us into one ball. My muscular frame easily wrapped around both my daughter and wife; I silently went to work rubbing Em's breasts with Stacey's hand. "Stop it," Emily flinched. I slid my hand back under the sheets to my daughter's tight ass; her skin was almost indiscernible from the silk that covered it. I slipped down her luscious cheeks and slowly rode over top of her legs; I reached Emily's and dipped my hand between her legs. At first Em remained still—long enough for me to press my fingertips to her crotch—then she bucked; I remained firm on her thigh, pressing up towards my goal; with each inch that I got closer, she held her legs tighter— "Jack, stop!" Emily yelled in a whisper. With that I was able to slip my thumb into my wife's tight pussy. I plunged it deep—to the base—and started massaging her clit with my index finger. I gently pulsed my fingers together and massaged Em's g-spot and clit in unison. She writhed under the steady waves of stimulation, attempting to free herself from my grip; each press into her soft pussy weakened her defenses and rocked my daughter's ass into me. I felt Stace shift under my arm. Within a moment she was facing me; her arm topped my own and she stared at me through the darkness. I gazed back at her blue silhouette; I could feel her eyes piercing mine. I continued rubbing my resistant wife towards her climax. Stacey drew near; I felt her breath on my lips—hot and damp—heaving from her chest to her mouth. My finger was wet with Emily's quim; Stacey tongued my lip before playfully biting it. I pulled Emily closer, sandwiching our soft daughter tightly between us; Stacey began kissing me in earnest. Her soft lips caressed my own and pressed deeply in—two lovers locked in embrace. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and rolled it around much the way Em does—softly caressing each part of my mouth and sloshing her tongue against my own. I kissed back—passionately. I engorged myself on my daughter's tiny mouth and I finger fucked my wife to orgasm; I could feel Emily bucking around my hand while I frenched my daughter as deeply as I could. Each stroke of my finger was a press of my thumb and a flick of my tongue; I pressed my cock against Stacey against Emily against my hand. I grasped my daughter's head and sucked her mouth as deeply as I could. Emily began to moan and buck against Stacey; I pulled still harder. Emily grasped my hand begging me to stop; begging me to avoid alerting her daughter. We already knew. After a few more moments Emily was shuddering against my hand. Soft wimpers escaped her mouth and I felt her juices cascade down my hand towards the bed; her jerking tremors rippled through the bed. Stacey withdrew her tongue and gave me a few short pecks on the lips and neck. Emily began to turn towards me; I withdrew my thumb and allowed Em to turnover. Stacey rolled opposite and faced her mom. I grabbed Em's ass and pressed her into my daughter. Sleepyhead I felt Stacey pull away; Emily seemed to be arching up. In the midnight blue shadows of our room I saw their two beautiful silhouettes meet. They kissed. I stared intently through the night to see two feminine outlines—my own wife and daughter—kissing. The soft sounds of their mouths suctioning each other drifted around the room. I felt Emily jerk back slightly and shift her weight; soon Emily broke their kiss and laid back down. I thought I could make out Stacey licking her lips on the way down. Stace pushed her ass into my rock hard cock and wriggled until it settled in her crack. I heard a nervous laugh from Emily before I saw her head hit the pillow. Stacey silently moved my hand from its place on Emily and sucked it into her mouth; I felt her soft tongue roll over each of my fingers as she licked her mother's ejaculate off my hand. Each flick of her warm tongue sent shockwaves down my cock; I pressed it harder into my daughter. Each lick got longer and slower until her mouth was still; I slowly moved my hand away from my baby girl's precious mouth and towards my wife's. With a caress of her cheek I cusped my two most beloved women into my arms. I held them close as they drifted asleep; after a long while my erection ebbed. I stared at the wall pondering the day and lingered on the love I felt for my girls. All of my joy and lust and nervousness did laps around my mind. My head began to spin; I didn't know who to love more—my wife, or my daughter? I pulled them closer once more and my eyes grew heavy. I let myself slip into a content slumber, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Steam Powered I slept soundly that night and woke alone. The wobbly ceiling fan hummed overhead as I allowed my eyes to adjust to the morning. The golden room was dark around the edges forming a tunnel, spinning every time I moved my head. Eventually drooping back to my pillow, I closed my eyes to curb the wooziness and felt the cool air chill my skin. I lay there reaching out for anything I could cover up with—sheets, clothes... anything—but to no avail. A stiff breeze coursed over my naked body again and iced my skin; each gust caused me to burrow deeper into my non-existent covers. My goosebumps became unbearable and I finally stirred in my bed to look around the room once more. Our covers were laid out on the floor. Random scatterings of clothes dotted the room in no discernible pattern. There was a bottle of lube next to my wife's vibrator on the dresser. Several condom wrappers were strewn across the floor and furniture. I paused again. Emily and I never used condoms. Em's towel was on the floor next to Stacey's bra and panties--I shook my head in disbelief; I saw my clothes—and some of Em's—but Stacey's were scattered there too. What exactly happened last night? I remembered sneaking to bed and eating Emily's delicious pussy. I remembered fucking her mouth and coating her heavenly throat. I remembered... Stacey crawling into bed with us? Yes. She laid between us and frenched me while I teased Em. I made out with my daughter last night? What just happened? My mind began racing. Was that really her? I love my girl deeply—but how could I kiss my daughter as a lover? When did she lose her clothes? And what happened after? Where is she now? And where did the condoms come from? I looked down the bed again to see my naked body and semi flaccid cock sprawled onto the mattress. I was shivering and struggled to make sense of what I saw—my mind was unable to pierce the cold on my skin. I sat there listening to the slight gusting of the wind and drone of the shower. The shower was on. Gradually the crash of the water faded in. I tried to scan the room again without luck. After sitting a while longer I decided to just ask Em. I moved my feet to the floor and ambled towards the shower—surely she would have some answers. My unsteady gait guided me towards the master bath and each step struck clumsily onto the wooden planks. My pajamas were in a heap across the room and my muscles bristled in the cool air as I lumbered into the bathroom. "Babe. Make room for two," I called out. Emily didn't answer. Steam rose over the smoky glass curtain; I grew closer to the shower spying my wife's blurry image through the door. The steam swirled around shower room and warmed my body. My muscles released their tension into the warm mist. I slid glass door open— "Stacey?" My daughter looked up with her beautiful blue eyes, wide with trust. Her naked body remained motionless under the hot cascade of the shower. She kept her eyes locked with mine and motioned me to keep quiet; I silently closed my jaw and nodded. My teen goddess stood before me in a haze of steam. Her black hair was slick and matted to her head with water rolling down her athletic body. Her blue eyes were like sapphires piercing the fog and she beamed a coy smile. My daughter's perfect breasts glistened in the rain, begging to be drawn into my mouth. The water coursed over her tits and drizzled past her tight waist; her rolling hips and ass tucked into her waxed pussy and shone slick under the massaging shower head. Stacey beckoned me to enter the shower and continued lathering her tits. Each perfect breast rolled up with her hand before cresting and gently plopping back down to their perky resting spot. My jaw was slack as my eyes feasted on my beautiful daughter and stepped forward, never breaking eye contact. The door slid shut and I found myself caged in the shower with my gorgeous teen; I kept her stare and inched closer to her tiny body. She pressed her hips into my own and sent a surge of heat through my cock, grinding her bare pussy onto it. Each of my muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight, pressing her breasts into my chest. My cock was now stiff and pressing into her slit. Stace lifted her leg and guided my dick in between her legs before clamping shut again. Her silky pussy sat atop my shaft, radiating heat into the tip, causing it to run flush with passion. The torrent of water continued to flow. My daughter's eyes shone with love as I lowered my lips to hers. I pressed her tiny mouth into mine; her soft lips sank in and drank my love as we kissed. With each roll of our mouths we eagerly gulped air, never breaking our seal a moment longer than needed. I held my baby tight as the water continued to cascade over our entangled bodies. I moved my hands up to cup her breasts and feel her silky skin flow between my fingers. Each boob rolled over my massive hands as I pressed up; my thumbs massaged her large nipples into stiff buttons; Stacey's kisses fell into the rhythm of my strokes, moaning slightly with each breath. She rocked onto her toes matching my swirling rhythm; we stood there riding the wave of our lust as my thick cock worked deeper under her slit. My shaft split her bare lips and she sawed her hips back and forth. We held this pace until I could feel my cock was slick with her anticipation and begging for release. Then she began our decrescendo. My rod was still on the brink of exploding but each slower gyration teased a little less; I came back from the edge. Stacey broke our kiss and lowered her mouth to my neck; she licked and sucked until she had planted a long, painful hickey at the base of my throat. My toes tingled with each suck from my daughter's mouth until she moved on. Stace grabbed Emily's loofa and lathered it between our chests. She stared into my eyes and worked the body wash into a thick froth. Her hands lowered to my rock hard cock and gently applied the thick foam. She flexed her wrist as she glid up and down my shaft pumping me with her tiny hand. My cock pulsed with each stroke. She sensed my ecstasy and slowed again. The jasmine scent of Emily's body wash filled the shower; Stacey placed the loofa in my hand then turned and guided my cock to press into her back. I pulled her slick ass into me and pumped up against her, my shaft slipping vertically through her firm ass cheeks. After three or four strokes I was back on the edge. Stacey stopped again. She moved my hands to her breasts and belly and slowly worked my hands around her firm body, spreading the lather. I picked up the rhythm and began exploring her with my soapy hands. I worshipped her nipples and caressed her belly button; my hand slid further south and cupped her mound, slipping my fingers across her tiny opening; I pressed steadily into her tiny lips until I was on the cusp of entering her. Each roll of my finger elicited a soft mewl and a slight shudder; my goddess was now at my mercy—my turn to tease. She began bucking against my relentless caressing. I lowered my lips to her shoulder and sucked her skin into my mouth; I let her flesh roll tightly between my teeth and felt her tense with the pain. With her revenge hickey in place I continued kissing down her back and pressed her forward. I slid my mouth between her delicious cheeks and began lapping at my baby girl's virgin cunt. I continued stroking her from the front and lowered my other hand to enter her hot snatch; Stacey bucked at the knees trying to impale herself on my hand, but I held her in place. I savored one last lick from her velvety pussy and worked back up behind her. With a flick of my wrist I threw the loofa to the ground and worked my hands roughly into her fleshy breasts; I slipped my cock between her legs and pressed the tip to her slit. I kept steady pressure on until it glided under her cooch, coming to rest just under her opening. Stacey rocked back and I pumped into her in an opposite rhythm, never allowing her more than a wet rub on my shaft. Pinching her nipple painfully I grasped her throat and forced her to face me; my cock stayed lodged under her swollen pussy and I drew her tongue into mine. I suckled deeply before reversing and invading her teen mouth with my tongue. My grip relaxed on her throat as I withdrew my tongue. My skin was flush with heat from my daughter under our steamy shower. Stacey took her cue to pull away. I let her chest go but kept my cock in place and felt the water cascade down her back; she looked back at me and began daintily bending at the waist and pressing her ass to my swollen rod. I groped her hips and pressed her cunt against my shaft; the tip again slipped under her and pressed out the other side of her toned thighs. She continued bending and grabbed her ankles—Stacey looked up at me over her shoulder. I towered over my baby girl; her wet cunt pressed back into my cock; her cerulean blue eyes locked into mine; I gripped her hips even tighter and flexed my cock into position to stuff her virgin pussy. I advanced slowly, savoring the feeling as my head sank into her lips. They slowly began to part. Her eyes begged me to take her. My tip kept sinking—almost in. Stacey bit her lip. Just was her warmth began to envelop my cock an icy rush swept over my chest—the shower door? I opened my eyes and looked around my room, now well lit by the rising sun. There was a small pile of clothes at the base of the bed and Stacey was lying on my chest—she had kicked most of the comforter off our bodies. Turning left I could see Emily, sound asleep and cuddling in towards Stace. I blinked several times and checked my clock to make sure I was awake. Was I awake this time? Almost six a.m. Awake before the alarm and this time it was for real. I shook my head and slipped my feet to the floor. I turned off the alarm before it could sound and snuck to the other side of the bed. I began kissing Emily until she stirred awake. After slipping her from the covers I carried her to the bathroom; I propped Em against the counter and nibbled at her ear. Em continued to try to wake up while I started the shower. I came back and removed her babydoll and panties and tossed them to the hamper. After a few minutes of letting the water warm I rested Em's head on my shoulder and curled her body against my muscular chest. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then cheek, then lips; I swept our bodies into the steamy shower and gently set her to her feet, allowing the warm water to penetrate her frozen mind. The hot water cascaded over us for several minutes before Emily began to wake up. Steam swirled around while we groggily lathered and massaged soap into each other. We were nearly clean when we began tenderly kissing, still silent save the patter of the water on the tile. Emily worked her hands down to my member and began stroking it to erection. I clutched her ass and savored the feeling of her soapy hands pumping my cock; each thrust worked my shaft still harder. We kissed deeper as my swollen cock pressed into my wife's firm tummy. Emily broke our embrace and began to lower to her knees. My cock was at her eye level when she opened her warm mouth, taking me in obediently. Water rushed over her head and gushed off her face while she began bobbing her head on my knob. Em swirled her tongue with each stroke, making sure I remained slick in the torrent of water; each pump threw droplets of water around the shower. Em let out a few soft gurgles as she serviced me—her mouth was heaven. I couldn't wait any longer. I stopped her. Emily looked up quizzically while my cock rested in her mouth. I withdrew and caressed her chin while guiding her back to her feet. Before she could speak I spun her around and hugged her ass into my crotch. I pressed into her back and massaged her body with my firm hands; each caress pressed Emily further back into me. She reached behind herself and began working my shaft again; I let her pump my cock while I worked my hands to her clit. I gently rolled her soft lump with my fingers to the rhythm of her stroking. After several minutes of massaging, with her breath getting heavy, I spread her lips and let her push my tip to her throbbing pussy. After lining up Emily tried to push back—instead I clutched her thighs and picked her straight up. She braced herself back against my body and folded her knees to her chest. My cock traced a line straight up, magnetically drawn to her velvety opening. Emily pressed one hand against the shower wall and hung the other on the door. I held her there, hovering over my shaft, with my tip poised to impale her. Water continued gushing over our bodies and my wife squirmed with anticipation. I let gravity take its toll. Emily sank onto my massive cock; the tip spread her lips and slipped into her soaking wet cunt; the shaft continued advancing and sank straight into her tight pussy. Emily settled deep on my cock. I left her there fully impaled on my thick shaft for a while, adjusting to the full sensation while I savored the warm, slick feeling. I gently bounced her up my shaft and back down; her tight cunt milked my rod. "Mmph!" Emily squeaked out. I bounced her again. "Mmm." And again. "Mmm!" And again. And again. And again. Emily abandoned the shower wall and cupped her mouth. I increased our tempo—I coasted her up the length of my shaft and let her crash down to the base of my cock; each bounce came faster than the last; each thrust fell harder than the last; our cadence slopped water around shower. I plowed into my wife over and over, filling her completely; each slosh into her pussy sent a spasm through my cock that reverberated into her pleasure; I could feel my cum swelling; we continued to escalate. I set Em back on the ground and folded her over—my dream of Stacey flashed before me as I started railing into Emily's pussy again. I slammed her hips back into my cock while I thrust forward. Each thrust rocked me closer to orgasm—I could feel waves of pleasure crashing and slowly ebbing, getting closer each time. Emily was moaning uncontrollably into her hand when she began her guttural release. Her pussy contracted around my shaft and the extra tightness of her orgasms shot through my body—I exploded into her womb and lodged myself as deeply as I could. Emily's knees grew weak as her orgasm continued to pulse through her. I pumped her a few more times in unison with each wave of contractions—each stroke sending another shudder and thick wad of cum as I continued to fill her. She was now so weak that I was holding her up at the waist, her body collapsing in exhaustion in the warm shower. My warm cum began seeping out of her slit—around my shaft to the shower floor—before sloshing down the drain. I slowly massaged her with my rod until it began to soften. Eventually her pussy pushed my cock out with a soft plop; I let it hang behind her, dripping with our fluids while she stood to face me. "Love you." She stated. "Love you too." I returned. "So what are we going to do about Stacey?" she asked. "What can we do? She's growing up... She needs love and support. Though I really wish she didn't need it while I was playing with my beautiful wife." I replied, wondering how the topic moved from our orgasms to Stacey. "That makes two of us... Did you notice how she looked at me at dinner? And last night, I accidently kissed her instead of you..." "I wondered what that was," I responded, playing dumb. "That was me surprised that I was intercepted by my teenage daughter." "Fair enough... you both seemed to enjoy holding the kiss though." "Well I thought it was you, Jack. Don't be crass." "Ok ok. Just saying what I saw. So what do we do?" "I don't know. We need to have a sit down talk." "Sounds like a mother daughter thing to me." "You know she's a Daddy's girl." "Well... yeah... but I think you should still get the opener." "We'll see. And no more trying to fuck me in front of her." "But babe!" "Don't 'but babe!' me. I know your tricks. You know I'm right." "Ok, well I'll stop when you stop liking it." I dropped to one knee and looked up at my wife with my best pleading face. "I love you, now and forever. Anything you want, I will do. But I think you're better equipped to talk to Stacey about this. And in return I will owe you." I slowly pushed my face into her bare crotch and began kissing— "Ok ok! Just this once," Emily responded to my kisses. "Well it better only take once." I got out between slurps. I lapped her softly several times before cupping her ass and pressing her snatch closer to my face. As I buried into her cunt I increased the speed and pressure from my tongue. Each lap got firmer until I was fucking her with my tongue. I pulled out to lap at her clit, pulling her hood back when I did so. With the rubbing and the pulsing I soon had Emily sinking into my face. I glided two fingers into her soft pussy and used those to massage her while I continued my oral assault. Emily cupped her mouth once again and soon came on my face—showering me in her juices. I continued to lap at her, not allowing a break until I felt her spasm again. I persisted still until finally she shuddered with an ultimate release and collapsed onto my mouth. I let her rest softly on my lips before licking her clean and standing up. Once on my feet I Frenched her, pushing her sweet juice into her mouth. She eagerly tasted her quim and kissed me back. We held that wet embrace for several minutes until we mutually decided to clean off and start the day. "And what's that mark on your next? It looks like a hickey!" Emily questioned as we toweled off. "Huh. I hadn't noticed it... is that from last night or just now?" I responded, genuinely puzzled. "Looks old to me," Emily returned. "Hmm. Yeah I guess so. I don't know... guess we were a little rougher than I remember last night." I smirked and slapped my wife's ass. "I guess I'll owe you one." "You will not!" Emily giggled in response as she scurried to her walk-in closet. Dear Diary I finished toweling off and dressed in my work clothes. Em was still picking out an outfit and Stacey left the room while we were in the shower. I stood there, scanning the room and wondering just what had gotten into my princess. Seems like just yesterday we were watching the Lion King together; now she's apparently trying to seduce either her mother or me. After pondering a bit longer I shrugged it off—Emily said she'd handle it. I headed down the staircase to get a start on breakfast.