1 comments/ 22810 views/ 4 favorites Sharing Jessie By: The Needler Jessie was an exotic beauty. Average height and slightly above average weight, her blue eyes were points of azure that blazed brighter due to her dusky hue. She usually wore her dark hair down, hiding delicate scallop ears; her hands were delicate with long artistic fingers; her lines were long yet her curves were breathtaking. There was no chance I could find this goddess on my own, a 25 year old nymph with a bright laugh and brighter wit: she came into my life when she moved into my house to be my daughter Missy's lover. "Hello, Mr. Anderson. Would you like some lemonade?" It was a white hot southern Missouri July Saturday afternoon when she appeared in the doorway of my shed with a tray in her hands. She was wearing a textured gold halter top with white shorts, barefoot with pink polish on all her nails. I gave her a long look, then came to my senses enough to respond. "Sure, you read my mind. Thanks." I got up from scraping the blade of my lawnmower and moved over to take the glass from the tray with a wince. Getting older isn't for sissies, and even at the age of 56 I would get creaks and stiff joints if I sat too long in one place. I stretched to work out a couple of kinks before grasping the frosty offering and sipped it, finding it the perfect balance between sweet and tart and ice cold. "Taking a break?" "Yeah. Just got finished sweeping and dusting, and saw you moving the grass. Thought you'd need something like this." She hit me with the biggest smile I've ever seen, and I wondered what was going on. She was persuasive, she was appealing, and she could turn on the charm. Why she was doing it now was a puzzle. I noticed her hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head: a cool look in the typical Missouri summer swelter. Her day job was working for Admissions at the University, having met Missy while they were both students. It looked like she'd put on a little makeup: she didn't do it on days she wasn't working, and her nails were usually clear instead of pink. Missy was the one who liked to dress up, always had since she discovered what frills were. "Is there something you'd like to talk about?" I asked. She perched on a short stool toward the middle of the floor, putting the tray on the extra broad windowsill of the converted detached garage. It was a larger building than usual for a garage, with an upper room with a cot and toilet. When my wife Gladys was alive, Gladdie knew when I was working here I needed solitude. Missy respected that from childhood's hour, so I knew Jessie wanted something. Jessie looked around for a moment at random. Clearing her throat, she started: "I want to talk with you about something delicate. May I?" "Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I've appreciated your hospitality and generosity since I moved in six months ago. I know you've struggled with Missy's sexuality for years, and it took a lot for you to let me move in." "Yeah. Right. You've been real nice to me since you got here, and I appreciate it." A small smile creased her lips. "I can imagine a guy of your generation who grew up here would have trouble dealing with a mixed race person as well. It probably bothers you my father is a black man and my mother is white." I turned my head away, and nodded slightly. Not proud of the leftover racism that still tweaked me now and then, but that's how I grew up. Still feel uneasy around interracial couples I see out and about, so I didn't like Jessie hanging around at first. But Jessie didn't get to choose who her folks were, so it didn't make sense to blame her for that. "I'm workin' on it." "Well, I have a confession for you." My eyes grew wide as I looked at her. "Yeah?" She nodded. "I'm completely in love with Missy: I'd sacrifice my life for her in a heartbeat. I can't imagine spending any part of my life from now on without her." I nodded as she paused. Jessie seemed to be a good person, and seemed to treat Missy well. Missy and I had our tensions since she told me she was a lesbian at age 16. My preacher wasn't much help, said I had to throw her out as a sinner, but she was my only child, and I loved her no matter what. I'd taken care of her all by myself: Gladdie died when she was born, so I threw the First Baptist Church out of my life and sat home Sunday mornings. Missy always seemed tense around me, but she was loyal and took care of me when I was sick. She went to college in Springfield so she could live at home, and took a job at the library after she graduated. "So you want to get married? Can't do that in Missouri." "No, we can't, but that's OK. The paper doesn't matter to us right now. We know we belong together, and we're glad you can cope with that as much as you do. My Dad threw me out of the house when I came out to him, and Mom died right after that." "Sorry, I didn't know that." "Anyway, I've always struggled with something. You know there are people who are straight and people who are gay. . ." "Yeah?" ". . .and people in every place in the middle." She paused and I digested her intent. There was a darkening at the window as a cloud passed in front of the sun, but it moved quickly. I looked at her and she was looking at me strangely. There were many emotions in her face: fear, anxiety, questioning, and something that seemed to be hunger. Scratching my head, I asked: "Are you saying you don't vote a straight party ballot?" A huge laugh came out of her, a chortle of surprised glee I'd never heard before. "My God, Mr. Anderson, you can be so funny at times. 'Straight party ballot'? That's perfectly awful." The pun finally dawned on me and I groaned. "I'm sorry." "It's all right, I needed that." I took a sip of the lemonade and she continued: "Every now and then I want a man. Not to settle down with, but a change of pace. Had some awful experiences picking up guys for an occasional. . .encounter, and I was trying to think of a strong, mature, vibrant man I could depend on." A massive surge of electricity went through my body, and I looked her full in the eyes. They were pleading with me, intense, eager. Going around to stand behind her, I put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was silky smooth, her shoulders square. Her breathing increased and she resumed in a quavering voice: "I've seen you moving the grass and washing the car, you're such a strong man. There's a big bulge in your pants, I've seen it. I bet it's been a long time since you've been with a woman. Missy told me." I traced her shoulder blades with my finger tips, wishing my hands were softer. After thirty five years as a bricklayer, my hands are rough and calloused, and I'm sure my touch must have felt like sandpaper, but she welcomed it. "So are you saying you want me to. . ." "Fuck me. Once in a while, once or twice a week. It's all right with Missy; she signed a note saying it's OK; I can show it to you. She don't want me getting fucked by a stranger, picking up a disease, geting a guy jealous. She loves you and wants you to be happy." My hands moved under her halter top and she sighed in delight. Her breasts were loose, her nipples were getting hard. I pinched one and she sighed again. "Daddy's hands were rough. He didn't touch me there, but I loved it when he put lotion on my back. Oh, what are you doing to me? Ahh. . ." I gathered two soft handfuls into my palms and she reached to undo the ties. After she threw the garment aside, I saw her nipples were dark brown, almost black, against her light chocolate skin. She reached around to feel the front of my bib overalls, searching for my package. "So strong, so wonderful. I want your cock, Mr. Anderson. I want your cock." Not wasting any time, I came around in front of her and let my overalls droop. It was a hot day and I wasn't wearing underwear; my tan lines ended where my t-shirt began on my neck and arms. Her eyes lit up when she saw what I had to offer, her hands moving over my cock and balls before I could blink. "So big, so big. Missy told me you had a huge cock. I want this so much, Mr. Anderson." For some odd reason, calling me Mr. Anderson made me hard as a rock at that moment, my cock springing to attention. She worshipped it, rubbing the shaft on her cheek and playing with my nuts. "It's been years," I croaked, "all the women round here are scared of me. Except Gladdie, she was the only one." Her tongue ran up and down the shaft, tickling the end just under the head. "Oh, I'm not scared, Mr. Anderson. I want this cock, I want it in my mouth, I want it in my cunt, I want it up my ass." She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue working up and down and all round the delicate ridges, making my knees weak. When I thought I was going to lose my mind, she moaned and took as much as she could down her throat: I got three quarters of my length between her loving lips. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't get any woman to do that for me before. Suddenly she popped up, whipped off her shorts and jumped on my worktable, spreading her legs wide. I didn't need her to tell me what she wanted, but I wanted to get her ready. I put my hand to her crotch and played with the folds between her legs. Her hips moved forward, welcoming me, and I bent over to get a rubbery bit of tit goodness into my mouth. Letting out a yelp, she scratched my back, almost digging into the skin, holding my head against her breast with surprising strength. Suddenly, she pushed me off and pulled my cock toward her groin. Sticking the head in, I waited as she paused for a moment, catching her breath, until I started thrusting. It took a while to work it all in, she was real tight, but at last I was balls deep and she was bucking hard against me, my balls slapping on her skin. The feeling was incredible; I couldn't believe it was happening to me, and she buried her head in my shoulder, moaning. She must have orgasmed, throwing her head back and ululating as her hips stopped, holding me deep inside her for a seeming lifetime before she started thrusting again. It had been so long since I'd climaxed I didn't, so after she recovered she fucked again until she came again two minutes later. Jumping off the table, she dropped to her knees and started licking my cock. "I love the taste of my own pussy juice, I love how I taste on your cock." Like an animal, she was licking and sucking until a long lost sensation built inside me and I overflowed her hungry mouth. She took a good mouthful then pulled it out to spew all over her face, shoulders and chest. Her hands moved all over, working the liquid into her skin, her tongue licking around her mouth as she licked my semen off her face. Missy worked the Saturday afternoon shift at the library, so it became a habit for Jessie to meet me in the shed Saturday afternoons. It was more beautiful than I could imagine, playful and sweet, and I'd forgotten how wonderful good sex could be. During the week, the girls were more relaxed around me than ever before, and Missy in particular smiled more and kidded with me as she did in her early teens. A couple of hot afternoons, we played hooky and went to the theater, snuggled together eating popcorn and watching action movies. About a month, Jessie had a request for me. "I've always dreamed of getting fucked while I'm eating someone out. Would you stick your magic cock in me while I lick Missy's pussy?" "I don't know. What does Missy think about this?" "She's up for it, with conditions. She's fine if you want to and fine if you don't." That surprised me greatly, but Jessie was so eager it was hard to deny her. So we skipped a Saturday afternoon session and I saved myself for the evening. I went to the local watering hole for a brew or two while they had dinner, and came back at a time I'd set with Jessie. She met me at the door naked, and kissed me before leading me in by the hand. "Missy will only do this if she has no choice. So when you come in, her hands will be tied to the head of the bed. She'll be blindfolded too, and asks you not to talk. It's OK if you touch her, even finger fuck her a little while I'm getting you ready. We'll see how it goes." We came into their bedroom with Missy as described. She was Jessie's height and few pounds heavier than Jessie: Missy reminded me of her mother Gladdie as she lay there in the soft light. Her hair was long and dark, like her mother's had been. Several candles provided illumination in a room of old fashioned lace and velvet. Jessie led me to the side of the bed, and started licking my cock to get it ready. I reached out and touched Missy's leg; she moaned and spread them apart. I played with her slit, teasing the clit while savoring Jessie's wonderful tongue on my cock. Before long, Jessie moved to stick her face in Missy's crotch and raised up on her knees to open herself to me. A fine familiar hand guided me in, and before long I was fucking Jessie doggy style like a piston while she stuck her tongue up Missy's snatch. Missy's legs came up over Jessie's shoulders, crossing behind her back. On a whim, I nibbled Missy's toes and she squealed in delight, wiggling them and thrusting them toward me. It was better than I could have imagined. Missy writhed and Jessie wiggled; the animal sounds they made me feel like a stallion. I smacked Jessie's bubble butt a few times and felt a flood rush down my cock. Missy also writhed hard against her bonds, shrieking in orgasm, and I felt I was close myself. Suddenly, Jessie darted out from under me and grabbed my cock, pulling it forward. "You'll love this, Missy, it tastes like my cunt. Lick it, suck on it." Jessie gave me an inviting look and nodded. I paused for a moment, but then I remembered an old fantasy of mine. Gladdie was always an enthusiastic lover who couldn't get enough, taking me in her cunt and ass frequently, but she never sucked my cock. I used to fantasize about it, while she was alive and after she was gone. Missy as the spitting image of her mother. Now it seemed I had my chance, so I stuck the head of my cock in my daughter's mouth. "Lick all around it, Missy, get all that cunt juice off it. Don't it taste good?" Missy moaned in response and her tongue played over my skin like a live wire. "Probably gettin' a little of his taste, too. Like it?" "Mmm mmm." "If you keep doing it, he'll probably blow his wad in your mouth." "Mmm mmm." Missy kept at it, running her tongue all around the end of my cock, sucking vigorously. Looking down, I saw Jessie's hand buried in Missy's cunt, thrusting hard, and suddenly Jessie's mouth came up to attack my ballsack like a whirlwind. It was more than I could stand; I couldn't help myself. I started unloading my nuts in my baby girl's mouth with a howl. After a few spurts, Jessie pulled me out to take a good mouthful herself, then started kissing Missy open mouthed, swapping sperm. The last dribbles came down to land on their chests, lubricating the friction of their bodies. Jessie's hand came out of Missy's snatch and went to her breast. Out of curiosity, I put my hand down there in its place. I knew my hand was bigger than Jessie's but I wanted to know how much I could get in. I inserted one finger and she wiggled her hips, asking for more. Two, three and four fingers were an easy fit, so I flattened my hand and prepared to fist her like I fisted Jessie a couple of weeks before. Missy was still moaning, wiggling in invitation and swapping fluids with Jessie, so I got my fist in up to my wrist. Jessie's hand started tugging her nipple, squeezing hard as I savaged her cunt, and it wasn't long before a flood covered my arm halfway way up to my elbow. I laid back beside my daughter, who was released from her restraints. Jessie lay on her stomach between us, pulling my right hand over to lick the juices off my fingers and hand. We were drenched with sweat, and happy. Jessie purred after she finished sucking my fingers and chuckled as my monster stirred back to life. "You're fantastic, Mr. Anderson. Guess what? I missed my period." "That's great, Jess," Missy purred. "Let's raise a baby together." Leaning over, she gave me a long kiss and beamed at me. "That's the best gift of all. Thank you, Daddy." A big weight lifted off my shoulders. Gladdie and I planned on a houseful of kids after Missy, and I always missed the losing that. "You're welcome, baby," I whispered as she laid her head on my shoulder. "Thanks, Jessie." Jessie purred into my armpit. "Thank you, Mr. Anderson." I stroked her hair and looked at her. "Oh, I think since you're carrying my baby you can call me Dale." She shook her head. "That's OK. I think it's sexier to call you Mr. Anderson." A wicked smile creased her face, and her tongue started playing with the end of my cock again. Sharing Jessie Again "Ya know, Pops, you can lean on Jessie a little bit more. Pregnant women aren't made out of glass." Missy swatted my hand lightly to get my attention rather than nudge me in the ribs since she knew I was still very tender and weak. I groaned and kept moving my feet. It's hell being a cripple, even when it isn't forever. The girls were helping me from the van to the house on a clear April day. The past year made me feel a thousand years older, but it was my own damn fault. Went to a homecoming party on an October Friday Night with my old High School buds and had a bit too many Buds to drink. On the way home I ended up in a ditch and damn near died. Didn't have any clear memories until the day before Thanksgiving when they pulled the breathing tube out of my throat, and it was after Super Bowl Sunday before I was free from tubes, wiring and steel rods. "Yeah, Mr. Anderson, I can take some more," Jessie cooed in my ear, bringing me back to the present. "You can trust me. We're gonna take care of you." Jessie was tall enough to be completely under my armpit on the right side: I was trying to put that weight on my cane, but she was wriggling in. Missy was under my left and I was leaning on her very heavily to spare Jessie, who was due any day with her first baby. We managed to get up the front steps and in the door without misadventure, and she guided me to my bedroom, where I found they'd replaced my bed with a hospital bed. "What the heck. . .?" "Now, Pops, you know this is the price of coming home early. Between that damn hospital almost killing you a couple of times and the rehab center screwing up your meds, I'm ready to set the world on fire." Missy's tone was one I knew not to argue with. "Since Jesse's Aunt Goonie is able to stay with us, I knew this would be the best place for you. So we needed the hospital bed. We're going to take care of you, Poppa, and get you well. This Little Man who's coming soon's gonna need a Big Man around." I winced, because sitting down on the bed was far more painful than it needed to be. "Aunt Goonie? What kind of name is that?" "Swedish," Jessie said. Her azure blue eyes were dancing and her face was aglow. Her dark skinned body was a little heavier than nine months ago in general, but her huge stomach meant the baby would be a monster when he came out. "Her name is Gunhild, but we've always called her Goonie." "I didn't know your family was from Sweden." With a grimace and another groan I settled back onto the bed, which could have been softer. "Uff Da, sure. We're lucky she had some free time coming, and she wanted to be here when the baby was born. So now we got two reasons for her to stay." "What was your mother's name?" "Signhild." "Nice. So you got a Viking to take care of me." "It'd take a Viking to get you to behave," Missy fumed. She helped me swing my legs up so I could lie down properly and I settled into a position that wasn't too bad. There were clouds on the horizon, and some new metalware making a permanent home in my body was telling me it would rain soon. Jessie sat at the foot of the bed, turning to look at me over her soft shoulder with a broad smile on her face, but Missy glowered over me like a protective mother hen. I noticed she'd lost a little weight and hoped it wasn't worry that did it. They told me it was a month before they were sure I would live. Jessie's hand touched my leg like a feather. "Aunt Goonie's a nurse practitioner on leave from the Peace Corps, and she's seen a little bit of everything. We got a program to rehabilitate you: two more months and you should be out in the shed on Saturdays again. You got enough time off from your job to wait until the end of the year to go back to work." "In the meantime, Randy Tovey's going haul that health care system through the wringer for screwing you up," Missy continued. I started to talk, but she put her hand over my mouth. "I know you: you don't want to make a big deal of this, get everybody in town talking. Not with a pair of lesbians and a new baby in the house. You don't want to settle your problems in court. The world's changing, Pops, get used to it. Everybody who thinks you're awful for keeping me around is already ignoring and bad mouthing you, and everybody who talks to you has always been your real friend. You shoulda seen how many people were hanging around the hospital. . .but enough of that. You're going to sleep and when Aunt Goonie gets back from the grocery store, she's gonna check you over. So sleep." "One question first?" "Yes?" I winced as I shifted and touched Jessie's shoulder. "How soon's the baby due?" She smiled and kissed my hand. "Yesterday. I was ready two weeks ago." "Just like Missy. She was a coupla weeks late. At least, we're a consistent family." Missy gave me a gentle swat and I dozed. I found out Easter was two weeks ago, and Spring had jumped straight into Summer for a week or so. My consciousness had flipped on and off rather randomly for quite a while, so it wasn't hard to zone out after the exertion of leaving the rehab center. Seemed like they used a whole tree to make the paperwork I had to sign to get out of the damn place. My dreams were strange, as they had been since the accident. Narcotics will do that to you, I guess. I dreamed I was naked and a dragon was licking me from head to toe, until a calm voice somewhere told me I was getting a sponge bath. I was used to that, so I let myself be cleaned up until I noticed someone was paying a lot of attention to my cock and balls. Shouldn't take that long to get them clean, especially since I hadn't been able to use them much. I opened my eyes and saw a tall, blond standing over me, built like a linebacker with huge tits, her long hair in a a ponytail, with blue eyes that were copies of Jessie's. She wore a plain white dress that went down a couple inches below her crotch. "Hi," I said, my voice cracking. "Hi yourself, Mr. Anderson. I'm Gunhild Stigerson: you can call me Goonie like Jessie does. How are you feeling?" Her voice had the eerie perfection of a second language someone's spent a lifetime using. "Not bad. You?" "Oh, I'm fine. It's a little warm, but after equatorial Africa it's positively delightful. Sorry we didn't get to meet under more pleasant circumstances." "I dunno. Never met anyone while they were stroking my cock before." "Well, this is important to assessing your health, Mr. Anderson. I've read your file, and you got a very bad infection from the catheters they were using. Need to be sure everything's in good working order." She continued a gentle up and down motion, her touch gentle, and she ran her fingertips over the bulb at the end, making me shudder. "So far it seems to be coming back to life." "Yes, I'd say so. I'll give ya a year or two to stop that." She chuckled and bent over. Her face was rather plain, and she wore no makeup. I tried to guess her age and came up with mid 30s, but I knew I could be very wrong. Her hand reached down and she found the perfect spot under my balls to send a tingling up my spine. My cock remembered what its job was and danced for her. "I think we need to relieve you from this tension. Just relax, I'm a professional." Her lips pursed and a long stream of saliva feel down on my flesh; she brought her right hand up to lubricate my penis while her left hand played with my balls. The look on her face was fairly calm, but the corners of her mouth hinted at a smile and her eyes twinkled. She spat on my cock again, leaning down so I could feel her breath. Boy, was I glad my reproductive tract was healed up. There were a few other noises in the house: I could tell someone was watching TV in the living room, and some smells were telling my stomach dinner was on the way. My libido slapped down my growling stomach and enjoyed the attention like a puppy enjoying its new master. I could see she was standing on one leg, rubbing her thighs together with her right calf bent back. "Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked. She thought for a moment, and leaned down to whisper. "I'd love to sit on this beautiful penis. Haven't had one like this for a long time. Had to live like a nun in Africa. May I?" I nodded, and she almost jumped for joy. "You just stay still, Mr. Anderson, I'll do all the work. Conserve your strength." Pulling up her skirt over her hips, I saw she wasn't wearing panties. Maybe she'd talked to the girls before she came over; Jessie said she was surprised when she first found out her aunt would be coming. Her mound was uncultivated, wild like the wilderness, golden like a field of wheat, luxurious. She had to stand up a little as she threw her leg over me, raising high to position herself, before settling down on my pecker in several movements, taking me in a little at a time. "I haven't been that full in a long time," she murmured. "I see what Jessie likes about you." I figured I could ask a sensitive question: "How old are you?" "Forty two." "You don't look it." I would have said that even if she looked ancient, but she looked ten years younger. Her hips started to grind on my pelvis and her cunt gripped my dick with relentless softness. It was a few moments before she started moving her hips, her body pressed against mine, and soon she was making the bed squeak a little bit. I was getting close when there was a knock on my door. "Pops, you ready for dinner?" At the sound of Missy's voice, Gunhild rolled off me, pulled the blanket up, and slipped out the open window. I didn't realize it was open until she escaped that way: guess I was distracted. There was a fan in the corner moving the air around; the house is air conditioned, but we never turned it on before we had to, and the smell of Spring air is something I've always admired. "Come in, Missy," I said. She came in, her long dark hair framing her face, her white skin glistening in the pink halter top she'd changed into. Her almond eyes questioned me as she sniffed the air, then settled back. It was like my dear late wife Gladdie walked into my room when I was sick. "How you doing, Princess?" I murmured "Okay, just wanted to see if you're ready to eat." "Yeah, baby. Bring it when you want." She looked around quizzically and sniffed the air. "Pops, wasn't Aunt Goonie just in here?" "Yes. I think I dozed off a minute; she must have left." "She was going to give you a sponge bath." Her eyes went to my lower half, and she noticed my staff was still at attention. Her eyebrows gave me a dubious look; she crossed her arms and started patting her bare foot on the floor. I was in trouble, and I needed to face the music: "Okay, she was sitting on my cock. I woke up when she was drying my dick and she didn't stop. Said she had to see if I'd recovered there. One thing led to another. Not like I had much control over it." A little chuckle escaped her lips, and she shook her head. "No, I don't imagine you were in a position to say no. Like you would." She batted my cock softly and it bounced a little. I lifted my palms. "I'm a guy, Princess." She pulled the sheets back. "I don't blame her, Pops, just wish she'd waited a little longer. It was all I could do to keep Jessie from coming in here to molest you." I looked away for a moment, and saw the clock: 5:15. It was still light outside and I could hear my neighbor moving his grass. Missy sat on the edge of my bed and put her hand on my stomach. "Well, I better finish what she started, if you're going to be able to enjoy your dinner. Those Sigerson women are almost succubi, they're so horny. We'll have to pace ourselves if we're not going to wear you out too soon." She bent over the bed and took the end of my cock between her lips. It was a fantasy of mine that her mother, Gladys, would suck me off, but Gladdie always refused that. Jessie had gotten Missy into cocksucking during our sex sessions before the accident, but this was the first time she'd ever done it with her hands free and unblindfolded. Her tongue was all over the bulb even though it almost filled her mouth. I touched the side of her head and stroked her hair. "Stroke my balls while you do that, please baby." Her fingers moved down and found my nutsack a little damp from Gunhild's juices. So my lesbian daughter licked her way down the shaft and slurped all the cunt liquid from my testicles, which almost made me spurt then and there. When she moved back up and started swallowing my shaft, I couldn't wait any longer. My cock pulsed again and again, like the first time I ever came. I thought it would last forever: I'd died and gone to heaven. My little girl drank every drop. She helped me into the dining room, when we were done, a sly smile on her face. Dinner was relaxed, and Missy didn't seem angry with Gunhild for seducing me. They chatted about the baby's arrival: they found Missy's old crib in the garage attic, and restored it for the nursery. I wished I could have done that myself, but I'd have the chance to do other things for the kid in time. Goonie told a few stories about the family back in Sweden, and her adventures in Africa. Then they shared different ways to induce labor: I didn't know anything about that, so I focused on having edible food again. We settled into a routine of therapy and care pretty quickly over the next few days, and Goonie clearly knew what she was doing. They monitored my meds, activity and food: I was slowly regaining my strength. Jessie looked radiant and Missy was clearly relaxing after a long, stressful time. Goonie didn't try to ride me again, but every other day she gave me a handjob that made the bed rattle with a sardonic smile on her face. Lifewasn't bad for an old cripple. After a couple of weeks, I did a series of tests in various labs around the area, and went to my family doctor, Herb Johnson, for a conference. I was strong to get along with only a little help from the cane. He thumped my chest and listened a few places, tested my grip and looked at my file. Missy sat with me, a bundle of nerves, when he finally looked up: "Well, Dale, you're a lucky man. Whatever that Swede's doing to you is working. You're ahead of schedule, so there's no question you can stay at home and continue. Keep up the good work and don't come back for six weeks unless you have to. Just don't let the baby keep you up all night." I chuckled. "If the lazy bugger'll ever come out." "Oh, overdue are we?" he said. I nodded, and he smiled. "I know one thing that's always worked, but it'll probably be a tough sell with Jessie." "Yes, doctor?" Missy cut in. "What are you talking about?" "Well, every time I've had a overdue mother, the dad is going absolutely nuts with frustration as well. The secret is prostaglandins and oxytocin. I know a great way that gets both going that keeps both partners happy." "Yes?" "He should play with her nipples while she blows him. Nipple play releases oxytocin and sperm has prostaglandins. She sucks him down, he relaxes and she goes into contractions. But I guess Jessie would only go for half of that." I thought Missy was going to fall off her chair lauging. Herb and I laughed a bit too, and as he wiped the tears away from his eyes, he added: "Oh by the way, Dale, you're healthy enough to have sex if that Swedish nurse will give you any. I envy you, buddy." Missy started rolling around on the floor, and I fought to keep from hurting myself with my amusement. Herb gave us a strange look and left shaking his head. After Missy recovered, she drove me home and I toddled to bed for a nap. She kissed me on the brow and murmured into my ear: "Get ready, Pops. We're going to get a lot done tonight." Things were pretty quiet after my rest and dinner was rather subded, although I caught the women giving each other some rather playful looks. I turned to Jessie, realizing she was already on maternity leave, and asked: "What did you do this afternoon?" "Oh, I went over to the fitness center for while. Did some aerobics and dancing, a few jumping jacks." Goonie cut in: "You really want to convince that little guy to pop out, don't you?" Jessie smiled and nodded. After dinner, we went to the master bedroom, and the girls got ready. Several candles were lit, and a stick of incense began to flavor the air. When they disrobed, I saw Goonie's tits were huge with a minimum of sag, and her ass beautifully curved. Her skin was perfect porcelain where the African sun hadn't touched her. The resemblance Missy had to her mother almost made me weep, and Jessie's chocolate skin had an electricity that night. Jessie sat on my lap and I played with her nipples, stroking and milking them, while Missy laid on the bed. Goonie gave Jessie a kiss on the brow before diving between Missy's legs, kissing and stroking her thighs and breasts. I could feel Jessie's heart beating a little faster as she watched them: I'm sure she would have loved to be part of what was happening on the bed, but her huge belly made ordinary movement awkward. Reaching down, I jiggled the little clit and played with her cunt lips. Jessie leaned over to whisper in my ear: "I know Aunt Goonie fucked you the day we got you home. Doesn't she have a great ass?" Missy was writhing as Goonie buried her face between Missy's legs. Her head lolled back and forth under the cushion of her long, dark hair, her eyes closed and her lips pursed. Goonie raised her ass high, kneeling with her face at bed level, and wiggled her hips in invitation. "Go ahead, Mr. Anderson," Jessie said, "Goonie wants you to fuck her. She told me you were the best fuck she ever had." "She did all the work." Jessie wiggled her hips, and I was starting to get intrested. "Oh, I love the feel of that lovely cock underneath me. I can hardly wait six weeks before I can fuck you again, I want to feel your cock in my cunt so bad." I wet my finger in teased her nipple, making her groan. It became a little damp, hard bud under my finger. When I gave it a little pinch, she squealed and leaked a little milk. Her tonuge invaded my ear, swirling like it did around the end of my cock, and I got harder. She whispered: "Fuck her like you fucked me. I know she wants it bad, wants you to fill her cunt again. Just remember to give it to me when you're ready. I want to taste her cunt on your cock." She got off so I could stand, which I did a little unsteadily. Walking up to the bed, I was a little too low for Goonie, so Jessie repositioned her aunt to accept my offering. Jessie spat on her hand and stroked me several times to get me rock hard, then guided me into Goonie's tight tunnel. It took a few probes before she was loose enough, but this time I made it all the way in, making the older woman growl and moan into my daughter's cunt. It didn't take long before we reached a rhythm, and Jessie held my arm to keep me steady. It was heaven. Missy shrieked and squealed as an orgasm hit her, and Goonie's wasn't far behind. She pulled out of Missy's crevice and focused on backing back against my rod, taking me all the way in and out each stroke until she hit her peak, babbling in Swedish the whole time. Missy smiled her bit, satisfied smile and played with Goonie's nipples as she orgasmed. Everything about me was tired except my shaft. Jessie guided me back into a chair, where I slumped, and she knelt between my legs licking her lips. After bathing my balls with her tongue and licking every bit of her aunt's juices from the shaft, she engulfed the head of my cock, her tongue a velvet whirlwind eager to touch every sensitive bit of my flesh. The voltage started building in my balls, and before long I was ready. Pulling off my cock for a moment, Jessie murmured: "Give it to me, Mr. Anderson, give me that sweetness. It's been way too long, I want it all. Cum in my mouth, please Mr. Anderson." Sharing Jessie Again Her mouth attacked my flesh and that was enough to send me over the top. Just like that first Saturday afternoon in my woodshop, I erupted in huge streams in her hungry mouth, never thinking it would end, and she took every drop until I was dry. She kept me in her mouth, sucking until I was soft again, then kissed her way down my shaft to lick my tender balls before looking up with a huge smile on her face. Missy and Goonie helped her get up, then helped me back to my bed. I feel deeply asleep once I hit the pillow, but the rest of the house didn't get much sleep. Jessie went into labor an hour later, and around daybreak Missy took her to the maternity ward. Goonie woke me with a tray around eight o'clock, and after breakfast took me in her mouth to show me Jessie wasn't the most talented blow job artist in the family, even showing me how good it was to have a tongue up my ass. When she finished and cleaned me up a bit, we went to the hospital to get ready to greet the newest member of my family. Sharing Jessie from Afar It was around 5 in the afternoon when Missy got off work. I heard her pull up in her old Ford Focus just as I drove the last nail into bookshelf I was making for my buddy Greg. It was an unusually hot day for mid October, and I had the fans on full tilt. Missy stuck her head in and asked: "Hey Papa, want to go out to the Lake tonight? Got a bucket of KFC." "That sounds great, Missy. I gotta take some bass outta that Lake before the weather turns." "Give me five and I'll be ready." I cleaned up the shop and got back to the house just as she was coming into the living room. It was almost like her childhood: she was wearing a halter top, cutoff jeans and ponytails on both sides of her head. The only difference was that at age 27, her halter was nicely filled and her nipples peaked when a gust of cool air hit them. I quickly changed into a Bud shirt and jeans and met her in the passenger seat of the car knowing she'd already put my rod, reel and tackle box in the back seat. "Just like old times, right Papa?" "Yeah, right. Only I usually drove." "Now Papa, don't go there. I know you're frustrated your right ankle didn't heal right after the accident. Just have to wait til they can try again in a couple of months. I'll be your chauffer; got nothin' else to do while Jessie and Harry are in Sweden." Her lover Jessie had gotten a grant to research a Viking excavation site, and had left two weeks earlier with baby Harry. Missy had been very lonely after they left and nothing seemed to interest her much. I missed Jess and the tyke as well, but it gave us six months to get the house and shop kid proofed since he'd likely be crawling when they returned. They were talking every morning on Skype, but by evening my daughter's mood had usually faded to glum, and I had no idea how to cope with it. I worked overtime in my little shop, as much as my subpar stamina could take, and thanks to buddies like Greg, I had some side jobs that brought in a little cash as well as kept me busy. As she backed out of the driveway and went down the road out of town, I asked Missy: "Did you hear from Aunt Goonie?" "Yeah, she's fine. Got back home a couple of days ago herself, and is getting ready for some mysterious event. Jessie wouldn't say much, but it seems like a Norweigian University is going to hire her to teach African studies." Her tone was as cold as a winter in Norway. "You don't miss her, do ya?" "Nope." The silence was deep as we passed the city limits sign and turned on a gravel road. "Never really got on with her after the first coupla weeks. Not my kind of woman." "She did all right by me, but I was ready to see her go. The house was better with just you two around." My kid broke into a brief smile the looked like sunshine breaking through the clouds. "Thanks, Papa. It was pretty bare when you were in the nursing home after the accident. Jessie missed you horribly." She patted my knee and took a gravel road that went through a patch of woods. After a little bit she turned again into a driveway. I'd bought a small farm many years ago for a song, meaning to put in a cottage for fishing and hunting. It had a fair sized pond that I'd built a dock for, and I'd stocked the pond with bass, crappie and catfish. Later I got a couple of swans and a special fish to keep the vegetation under control: the pond's given me many fine hours of fun and a few nice dinners. Even Missy and Jessie enjoy the deep fried, cornmeal coated goodness that comes outta there. We pulled up and got out, collecting our gear. Missy brought a couple of lawn chairs, and I carried my equipment. The sun was losing its harshness as it headed toward the western horizon, and a few small white clouds floated in the blue. A string of young trees I'd put in as a wind break before I got hurt seemed to be holding up all right. The pond was like a comma, with a big roundish part by the dam and a small but deep arm that trailed east following the small stream that created it. A couple of springs underneath the dam helped as well, and it was twenty foot deep in the middle. The swans were chasing a freeloading goose that landed on the water, with necks bowed and wings raised: they harried the poor creature until it gave up and flew off, then swam out of sight proudly. My little spread was quite away from any neighbors and shielded from the road. I set my chair up on the dock, which was on the deep end of the pond, and got ready to fish. Missy brought me an icy bottle of water from a cooler, and I took it with a little regret, but after driving drunk almost killed me a year ago, I drank beer only at home. Missy had slipped off her shoes and was heading off for a stroll around the pond. "How come the grass is so short?" I asked. "Came out and mowed it last week. When you were at the hospital all day for your tests. Mind?" "Nope, just saves me from investin' in some sheep. Thanks." "You're welcome." Turning away, she started moving paralell to the beach, twirling her hair and bouncing a little in her step. I felt a twinge of sorrow: it was three weeks since I last fucked Jessie, and I'd gotten used to her loving. After she recovered from giving birth to Harry, she'd visited me twice a week for sex and my dick had gotten used to regular activity after twenty five years of celibacy. At times, Missy joined us, usually letting Jessie eat her pussy while I fucked her lover from behind, but once in a while Missy would take my cunt soaked dick in her mouth. Her step made me wonder what was going on: had she found somebody new? Thinking about Jessie made my dick hard. Every thing she did felt so good: there wasn't anything she wouldn't try. When I was laid up, she'd come in, sit at the side of the bed, and stroked me while she nursed Harry. *** Jessie came back into my bedroom after putting Harry in his crib. "He's growing like a weed, must come from your side of the family." I chuckled and put my hand on her shoulder. "I won't recognize him when you get back from Europe." "Oh, I think you will. He's got your attitude already." She laid back against my chest, her head on my shoulder, and laid her hand on my groin as she snuggled up against me. "I dread the day he starts walking. Bet he'll go straight from a crawl to a run." "That's how Missy was." A siren wailed as it passed, hints of flashing red light reflecting at an odd angle through the window. "You know, I'm gonna miss you." She turned and gave me a long kiss. "The feeling's mutual. Think you can come visit me while I'm there? We can see a lot of wonderful things, anywhere you want." "Nope, don't think so. Don't have the money, still feeling the effects of the crash. Don't think I could stand a long plane ride." "Well, all right, but I bet I can change your mind." She started stroking my monster, and he responded by lifting his head. "I think he wants to follow me." "Well, he's pretty predictable." Her fingers worked their magic and I was full staff quickly. She dug into the nighttable drawer and pulled out a small bottle. "I want it up my ass tonight. Ran out of birth control pills and since we're leaving in a couple days, I don't want a refill until I come home." "Oh, are you promising to be faithful while you're gone?" I kissed her hair and inhaled the aroma, which made me harder. "Can I get that in writing?" She gave my cock and electric lick up and down. "I'll prove it to you. We've never gotten it all the way in, but I think tonight's the night. I'll bottom you out to show you I'll be faithful to all three Andersons while I'm gone." I flipped her over and got between her legs. There was no way I was going to pass up her lucious pussy while she was still there and stuck my dick deep inside for a few strokes. She ground her hips and purred like a kitten. Pushing her legs higher, I took the bottle from her and started lubricating her brown bud. It was extremely tight, and I used a lot of liquid, working it in with two fingers until she was slick and relaxed. Insertion was cautious: after getting the head of my dick past the ring I let her get used to the sensation before I started working it inward. "Oh, butt love me, Mr. Anderson, pound my ass hard," she cried out and screamed when I got all the way down. A distant cry told us our son was sleeping lightly, but a few soft footsteps moved to soothe him. Jessie was fingering her pussy frantically, and came to a huge climax before I emptied my balls deep in her bowels. Two days later, she and Harry were on a plane, and Missy and I were alone. *** The memory of her light chocolate skin, brown kinky hair, gleaming white teeth and smile made me a little bit sad, and I was glad to get a bite at the end of my line to distract me. It was a 10 inch bass, a beauty, and I put it on my stringer. Missy was on the pond dam, and I thought of Gladys, my wife. My daughter was a carbon copy of her mother, and she'd reached the age her mother died. The sight of her hips, her curves, the side of her boobs made me nostalgic again. Damn, what I'd give to make love to Gladdie again. A tear crept down the side of my face, but another bite distracted me, and I had a nice 12 incher for my stringer. A jet contrail turning light crimson caught my fancy a little bit, and another bite added to my catch. The action was pretty good, just what I needed to keep from falling into some major heartache. The sky turned a bit deeper purple as I took my limit, and I let the string marinate in the water while I pulled out a nice cigar and kindled it to life. I'd stopped smoking when Jessie first came on to me a year ago: she didn't like smoke on my breath, but she was gone for a while and Missy was used to me having one now and then. I blew a smoke ring and watched it float until the wind stretched it out then erased it. Shortly after I got it going, I heard a splash across the way. Missy loved swimming, and I guessed that was why she wanted to come out. No problem, I was done. Once she took a dip while I was fishing when she was 12 and I almost tanned her hide raw: she didn't sit normally for a week. Life was easier then. *** It was fully dark when we pulled ourselves out of the water, and I could see Gladdie's wet hair plastered to the side of her face in the wan moonlight. "Dale, I'm in heaven. I can't believe your aunt Freda sold you this piece of heaven for almost nothing." "She baby sat for me when I was little, the son she never had. Mom told me she always wanted to build a house out here, and the worst part of her stroke was knowing she'd never get it done." Gladdie was a magic nymph, and I was under her spell. She kissed me and pushed me down on my back, reaching down to play with my cock. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world. You've got a great job, we've got a nice house in town and a place to build. We'll need a bigger house after a couple of kids." "Damn straight." For a moment I felt sad, because Aunt Freda had introduced me to the joys of sex, but I couldn't tell Gladdie that. Gladdie's full lips gladly met mine as often as I wanted, but Freda had shown me the wonder they could on a man's penis. Still, I was a lucky man to have her, and could live without blow jobs if it meant she was my mate. "Let's fuck, here and now. I want to take you on the green grass in the moonlight." "Read my mind, cowboy. Let's get going on baby number one." Her hands stroked my cock, worshipping it and making it rock hard; she spat on it for lubrication. "I can't get enough of you inside me, you fill my life in more ways than one." She rode me that night like she did many other nights; we fucked in every position. I could have greeted every morning with a song, and she usually did. When we got the news two months later Gladdie was pregnant, she was ecstatic and wanted to plan five children at once, coming at regular intervals. When her tummy got large, she wanted twins. But an artery in her uterus popped just after giving birth, and Missy and I were on our own. *** Missy came into view, swimming on her back. Her hair was undone, flowing out under her shoudlers, and her breasts cut through the water like two sails. I took a deep drag and her bare body made me remember things I wanted to forget. The look on her face, her eyes closed, her arms gracefully cutting through the water, was the same look I saw over Jessie's shoulder when we were having our three way. Her nipples were rock hard, and bounced ever so slightly as her arms pulled her along. She got close to the shore and turned into an Australian crawl back to the dock. I watched her the whole way, my cock getting rock hard, and I crossed my legs to try to hide it. In some ways it was silly: she'd been part of many threesomes with Jessie and I. Yet tonight I felt horny and shy at the same time, which was incredibly strange for a man of 57. Coming out of the water, she was wet all over, the fading sunlight glistening on her skin. She came over to me, sitting on the dock beside me, her head level with my knee, and rested her hand there. "This is great, Papa, we should come here more often." "Yeah. Been a few years since we went on a fishing trip." She giggled. "I never really liked baiting the hook. Just did it to make you happy." "You did, baby, you did. How's the water?" "Nice, refreshing, cleansing. I needed that." She rested her head on my knee and looked over toward the sinking sun, and I looked that way as well. It was a big red ball, deep yet gentle, and it was spreading as it reached out to the horizon. The full moon was coming up in the East, and soon the stars would be out. "This is nice, Papa." "Yeah. What's with the 'Papa'? You haven't called me that since you were 12." "Just felt like it. Think I've found a bit of peace today." "Good, I guess. What's it mean? How are you and Jessie doing?" "Oh, good. I miss her and the baby: talking on Skype just isn't the same, but it'll do." "Do you think you'll stay with her? Maybe move to someone else?" "Oh no, Papa, couldn't do that. I've been tempted the past couple of weeks, that's for sure, but I can't imagine my life without her. Harry's as much a part of me as well, thanks to you. I don't usually think of him as my brother, but knowing he's my flesh and blood as well as Jessie's makes him special." I took another drag from my cigar and we sat for a moment. A thought came to my head, and came out my mouth before I could stop it: "All three of you are special to me. More than I can say." "I know, Papa." She absent mindedly stroked my thigh and kissed my knee. "Jessie's talking about another baby when she gets back. Think you'll be up to it?" "Oh, I guess. I may forget by then." Missy laughed. "May have to do something about that. There's something else. It took me a long time to find out who I am and what I am, then find Jessie. I'm not going back on that, but there's someone else who has my heart and I want to make that person happy as well." "Oh, who?" She gave me another kiss on my kneecap. "You, Papa. I want to sleep in your bed until she gets home. I need someone to hold me. And to paraphrase a song, I've grown accustomed to your dick. That first time we three made love, you fingered my cunt, then fisted me, and I loved it. Couldn't say it then, seemed bad and wrong, was scared what Jessie would think. But I've thought it through and talked it through with her, and I need you, Papa. I know I can trust you, and you'll take good care of me." Damn, that was more than I expected. I took a last drag on the stogie and tossed it in the water. Words failed to come to my lips, but I just touched her luxurious black hair and cradled her dear head. Her hands came up and undid my fly; in a flash, she had my cock out and was playing with its length. "Don't know how she takes this up her cunt, much less her ass, but it's beautiful and I love it." Her mouth was on the end like a flash and her tongue running around my helmet. I pulled her around until she was directly in front of me. Her touch was so soft and eager, I got rock hard almost right away. My old fantasy of Gladdie giving me that long delayed blowjob came to my mind again, and I was a young man once more. Her mouth moved down to my balls and she made love to them while she stroked my cock. Then she took it in both hands, jerking me in front of her face, which was contorted in effort. The feeling in my nuts was growing and I warned her: "Soon, baby, soon. I love you so much." "I love you too, Papa," she said before taking me in her mouth, which made me ejaculate right away. I fed my seed to her and she didn't back away until it was all in. She waited until I was soft again before taking it out, then sitting on my knee, she kissed my forehead. An idea crossed my mind. A little shift and her right nipple was at my mouth. I started to lick it, teasing and blowing on it, and she stuck it in my mouth. Her hand guided mine to her crotch, and I started playing with her folds. "I love the touch of your hands on me, Papa. Play with my cunt." My middle finger pushed its way in and she parted her legs to make it easier. "Finger fuck me, Papa, get it all in. It's been too long." One by one my fingers slipped in, and she got wetter and wetter. I was aware my hand had gotten rough again, it must have felt a little like sandpaper, but Jessie loved my rough touch on her delicate skin and so did Missy, I guess. Another thrust and my hand was in up to my wrist, and she sang a note of bliss and reverberated from the water. She thrust her hips at me and I picked up my pace, sucking and licking her nipple hard, running my tongue around the bud in my mouth while she frantically rubbed her clit as I fisted her. The stars were coming out when she reached the top: her orgasm seemed to last forever. I slacked off my attention and slipped my hand out of her pussy; she reached around and cradled my head to her chest. We sat there, listening to each other breathe and our hearts slipping into a relaxed pace. When it was fully dark and the moon had taken the sun's place of prominence in the sky, she stood up, a goddess in the moonlight like the one I'd seen before. "Let's go home, Papa."