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A Changing Script Ch. 01

By: techsan



Note: The author expresses his appreciation to user sgrspc69er for her editing improvements to this story.

I lay in bed trying to turn my mind off so I could get to sleep, but not being successful. If I could have written life's script, this is not how it would go.

Here I was, a 51 year old man, finally having sold my self-made machine shop and its two patents for enough money to retire at an early age ... and no wife to share my retirement with. Melissa, my college sweetheart and wife of fifteen years, had died of cancer when our daughters were 13 and 7 and I had raised them with the help of my mother, my two sisters, and some helpful neighbors. 

Oh, I got lucky every once in a while, just long enough to empty my blue balls into some nice woman and repress my primal urges for another spell. But even though some of those matches repeated themselves from time to time with the same person, I never felt comfortable enough with any of the women to feel like replacing my wife. Somehow it just seemed like I was betraying her memory every time I bedded someone else. The result was that I was miserable whether I found someone to have sex with or not. So most of the time I went to bed with Mother Thumb and her four daughters, just getting past the most pressing need, and pushed back into the depths of my mind my interest in suckling a woman's soft breast or pressing myself into the smooth curves of a well-rounded ass or smelling the uniquely sweet scent of a woman's hair. There were so many things associated with being intimate with a woman ... and I just couldn't bring myself to pursue another woman in search of those, at least not on a lasting basis like I would have written into my script for Melissa and me.

Now I lay her worried that our oldest daughter Faith was experiencing a similar kind of meltdown that I had. She had married during her last year of college, just as Melissa and I had, and had a seemingly loving marriage but then her husband Bradley had gotten into drugs and became abusive, refusing to accept any kind of treatment and Faith had finally packed her bags and moved back home with me yesterday. She had no job, didn't know what she could do, and didn't have any idea where to start.

Nor did I know how to help her, really. I knew I would be supportive and told her that she could have her old bedroom back for as long as she needed it. After all she was my flesh and blood. However with Hope, our youngest daughter, finishing her senior year at the university and contemplating marketing jobs in either Chicago or New York, I prayed that Faith would find something close to home. I wanted her to be independent but I also wanted the comfort of one or both of my children within easy visiting distance in my later years. It might even be nice to be a grandparent some day.

All these thoughts and others were churning through my mind and I found myself listing to the grandfather clock in the hall bonging twelve times and then later it emitted the half-hour sound and finally I heard the one o'clock chime. I was thinking about getting up and going down for a cup of coffee or something when I heard a rustle of cloth in the dark. My ears perked up and I listened to see if it came again. Instead I was startled when the bed shook slightly and Faith's whispered voice asked "Daddy? Are you awake?"

"Yes," I replied. "I haven't been able to get to sleep."

"Me neither," she said softly. I felt the bed jiggle as she pulled the sheet up and slid under it. "I need a hug, daddy."

Before she could slide closer to me, I rolled to face her so the sheet would fall between us. I wasn't really anxious for her to learn that I was sleeping in the nude. However she came closer and her arms closed around my neck, pulling us close together. 

I wrapped my arms around my little girl ... and immediately thought that she was my little girl no longer. She was almost a mirror image of her mother, a big beautiful woman in her own right. Both mother and daughter carried a "few" extra pounds, both had developed large pendulous breasts, and both had broad round bottoms. I suddenly had to choke back a surge of emotion as Faith made me think of Melissa in so many ways.

I started to release her but she hung on and, if I could just keep my sexual urges repressed, I would admit that some of the world's cares seemed so much smaller when someone, anyone, cared enough to hug me. A hug gives the feeling that someone else cares about you, that they know what you are going though, that they are there to support you. Slowly, ever so slowly, tension fades from one's body and mind.

Except that, in my case, I was unsuccessful in repressing my sexual urges and, to my utter horror, I developed a raging hard-on that insistently pushed its way up between us and made itself known to my daughter. Even trying unobtrusively to move my bottom backward to keep it from being so obvious did not work. Instead Faith giggled and asked "Are you glad to see me, daddy?" as she moved toward me to keep our bodies tightly together.

"Sugar, are you sure you want to do this? Have you thought about what it means?"

"No," she replied. "What does it mean?"

"It would mean that we have committed incest. Sex between a father and daughter is frowned upon in society."

Again she giggled. "Yeah, I know, daddy. But who is going to tell anyone? I'm not. I'm so horny I could fuck the bedpost and I can't think of anyone who would be better to me than my daddy. You will be nice to me, wont you?" she asked with double meaning dripping from the question.

I struggled with a reply but her hand found my turgid member and stroked from the tip until her palm covered my balls. She squeezed them gently and then her hand traveled up my length until it covered the sensitive head of my dick, spreading my slick pre-cum all over the head. Again she asked "You will be nice to me, wont you, daddy?"

I lost my inner battle. Leaning forward my mouth closed over hers in a long sensuous kiss and when I drew back to take a breath, I whispered "Yes, baby, I will be very nice to my sweet baby."

I began to stroke her body lightly with my fingertips, wanting to explore her the way I used to explore Melissa's body, but Faith was too much in need to want foreplay. Pulling on my spear, she said "Please, daddy, do me now! I need you so bad! Please! Please!!" 

I climbed over her and settled between her legs. She guided me into her hot steamy slit, gathering her own moisture on the head before pushing it down to her entrance. As I eased forward, she pulled her short see-through pajama top over her head and tossed it aside.

I sensed, rather than saw, the shape of her boobs, big globes that filled her chest and were so heavy they could not help but spread out, yet still formed two minor mountains on her chest.. Using the little rays of light that penetrated the room, I spotted her left nipple and my right thumb began to caress it while my lips sought and found her right orb and sucked it into my mouth. I eased my bottom forward, feeling my spear penetrate her target but it took several attempts to lubricate my whole shaft so that our curly hair intermingled.

Her hands clasped the back of my head and held me tightly to her breast as she whispered, "Yessss, daddy, suck me hard. Oh, yesssssss, daddy. That feels so goooood!" I started moving my bottom back and forth, feeling a few inches of my member exploring the velvety depths of her fertile valley. She pulled her legs up until her heels were pressed into my buttocks and every time I pushed forward, her knees flexed, yanking me into her with force. I wanted to take it slow and let us both enjoy the experience, especially since it might be a one-time occurrence. But it was not to be, for both of us felt an urgent need and speed and force were the only way to minister to those needs.

I broke away from her wonderfully delicious breast in search of her lips. No sooner did our mouths touch than her tongue was frantically search the depths of my mouth, and I replied in kind. We both were on fire with lust, striving for every last ounce of liquid pleasure or the faintest erotic feeling we could derive from the other. My brain seemed to turn into a flaming sunset, consumed with the greedy desire of one too long without the pleasures of the flesh. Our bodies slammed together hard time after time, with the obscene slurping of two bodies wet with their own juices simply adding fuel to our fires.

Then Faith threw her head backward and screamed "Oh, yessss, daddy, I'm cummmiiiinnnnnng! I'm cummmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!" Her legs locked together around me, yanking me hard into her hot pussy and I felt the flow of her juices as they dripped down onto my scrotum.

As soon as she relaxed, I resumed my pace, slamming into her several more times before my balls contracted as if in a vacuum and then quickly commenced shooting my hot lava into her depths.

When the last drops had oozed out of my tool, I started to roll off her but Faith's legs remained tightly around my bottom. She eased a hand between us and gently fondled my balls and after a few minutes my dick began to respond, never quite slipping out of her slick channel. Shortly afterward, the burning sensation of adrenaline began to dissipate from my muscles. I started with a little rocking motion that elicited soft moans of approval from Faith.

This time I was able to settle into a much slower pace than before, since the animalistic urgency was now gone. Our mouths met in a lover's kiss, long and soft and sensual. Each time we broke away, the look on her face told me that she was still happy with the direction of our coupling and as time passed, she became ecstatic, hissing "Yes, daddy, fuck me, daddy. I'm gonna' cum, daddy!" Then she lifted her bottom off the mattress, jerked her head backward and screamed "I'm cccccuuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggg!!!" I held on and watched her face, delighted that I could see her achieve such a release.

When she relaxed, I resumed my unhurried pace, slowly plowing her fertile valley while our tongues dueled in her mouth. Occasionally I made a foray down to one or the other of her heavy boobs to trace watery circles around the globe and nibble on her erect nipple before returning to her sweet mouth. All too soon I felt the unmistakable sensation in my testicles that signals the coming of my orgasm. I worked on teasing her little clitty for the next few seconds and was rewarded when her climax started just after my balls spit out the first shot of fresh cum.

After savoring the ultimate sexual feeling for a few minutes, I rolled to the side. I assumed Faith would go back to her room but she turned on her left side and spooned with my body. I put my left arm under her head, my hand holding her right tit, while my right arm lay over her, my hand cupping her left tit. I heard her sigh contentedly and we were both soon asleep.

In the morning, I found Faith in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a great breakfast, humming a peppy tune, and sporting a fabulous smile. If I had thought she might be second guessing our actions of the night before, those concerns were quickly dispelled as she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

After breakfast Faith asked if I would help her find a lawyer and file for divorce. A quick call to the attorney who handled the sale of my business put us in touch with a member of his firm that handled divorce cases and we set up an appointment for later that week. Faith said that Bradley had spent all the savings they had accumulated for drugs and hookers and even hocked most of their household goods so she wasn't expecting any monetary settlement but just wanted to sever the ties as quickly as she could.

With that plan in place, she began to search for some kind of job she could fill. Although she had worked as a research assistant at the university, she'd had to quit when she moved home and the odds of finding a similar job in our area were very slim. I suggested she start with the want ads in the local newspaper and then go from there.

When nothing was said about our encounter that day or the next, I thought that maybe it would be a one-time only occurrence. However when I went to bed the second night and Faith soon padded into my room and climbed into my bed, I have to admit that I was delighted. She was naked and her hands quickly settled on my cock and balls while her mouth sought mine.

With our first coupling just two nights past, we were both a little more controlled than that first time. Faith kissed her way down my body and gave me a fantastic blow job while her fingers gently massaged my testicles. After she had swallowed my cum and straightened up in the bed, I returned the favor, dawdling at her breasts to lick and kiss and nip at them before moving down to the warmer area between her legs. It took me a little longer to get her to a climax than for me to cum but we both seemed to enjoy the "getting there" almost as much as the end result ... well, not quite!

After Faith had a little time to savor her "jump off the mountaintop", I slid up her body between her legs and guided my turgid member into her slick vagina. With neither of us in a hurry to end the activities, we took time to appreciate the pleasure each bestowed on the other. To keep the sensations changing, we moved from one position to another every few minutes, reveling in how our nerves picked up completely different feelings based on the angle and depth of my penetration into her body. Her soft words of "oh, yes, daddy, that feels so good" and "yes, daddy, fuck me" made sure I kept going. At last I felt her approaching an orgasm and concentrated on getting myself off so that we both climaxed within seconds of each other.

Once again when I rolled off of Faith, she snuggled back into my body and I wrapped my arms around her, cupping a heavy breasts in each hand, and we drifted off to sleep. Unlike the first night, Faith was still laying beside me when I awoke in the morning. My cock, feeling the soft flesh of her bottom, searched for her warm haven. 

Faith giggled and jumped out of bed to make a dash into the bathroom, telling me to wait for her. Even hearing the sound of her peeing seemed somehow erotic and I wondered if I was totally depraved. Yet when she came hurrying back and climbed into bed with me, I was so glad that her hands stroked my shaft and even more happy when she sat on top of me and guided my cock into her warm pussy. 

She sat for a long time, letting me flex my shaft inside her. She leaned forward, letting her big hanging hooters hover over my face while I sucked and nipped on each nipple in turn. Then she began to rock her ass from side to side and around in little swirls and we must have been making the right contact because she started moaning and telling me that she felt so good that she was going to cum soon. I exchanged handfuls of breasts with handfuls of ass, helping her slide up and down my shaft. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as she reached the peak of pleasure and stopped moving ... until she eased down on my chest, spent. I pulled her up and down my member for another couple of minutes until my balls sent a fresh explosion of seed into her reproductive system.

After that we didn't bother with the pretense of separate rooms. Each night when I went to bed, Faith went with me. We settled into a routine of fucking every other night. Sometimes she would give me a blow job to start and almost every time I would eat her wonderful pussy, then we would indulge in a nice long slow fuck until we both were sated. The morning bouts were less frequent. 

Days passed into weeks and I thought Faith would again be back out on her own, leaving me again in my state of being alone. However she found a job running the office for a modest construction company, proceeded with the divorce filing, and generally settled down to life under my roof.

I know that a parent's job is to prepare his offspring for the world and then push them out of the nest. Actually I had done that ... once with each daughter ... but now that one had come back home, the rules for life seemed to have changed. And I liked the changing script!

A Changing Script Ch. 02



Note: The author expresses his appreciation to user sgrspc69er for her editing improvements to this story.

The weeks turned into months with my daughter Faith living, not only under my roof, but also in my bed. Before I knew it, May turned into June and the time for Hope's graduation from college approached. Hope was my younger daughter by five years.

Faith and I drove the 180 miles to attend Hope's graduation and help her celebrate. We also were going to help her move her stuff, some of which was going into storage at home until she could find places for it in her new little apartment in Chicago. She had taken a marketing job with a national department store chain headquartered in the Windy City.

The plan was for Hope to come home for a visit of a few days before driving on to Chicago and getting settled in. After that it would be even harder to see her because of the additional 350 miles and the fact that she would be doing an unspecified amount of traveling in her line of work.

Faith and I made the drive in the afternoon and checked into a hotel before seeing Hope. We then got together for dinner and some reminiscing before dropping Hope off to get a little sleep on her last night in town. Faith and I put the hotel's king-sized bed to good use that night, enjoying a longer-than-usual bout of sexual fun-and-games.

The following day was a riot. The graduates dressed in their gowns early and then mingled with the crowd of relatives and well-wishers. Hope introduced us to an unending string of her college friends, all of whose names soon escaped me. The question crossed my mind more than once to wonder which of them were just acquaintances, which were study-buddies, and which were maybe something more. However she was certainly "of age" now and the answers were none of my business. I couldn't even afford for her to ask a similar question of me.

We got a late start on the two-and-half hour drive back home but after all it was her day to celebrate and I didn't want to cut it short. When she finally said she was ready to go, she looked so tired that Faith volunteered to drive her car and let Hope relax as a passenger, so for the long drive, as company I only had myself and the oldies CDs I played on the car stereo.

Once we got home, everyone was so tired we were all ready to go to bed. I thought Faith, to keep up appearances, would probably go to her room but after Hope had gone to bed, Faith slipped into my bed, kissed me good-night and snuggled back into our comfortable spoon position, pulling my hands down to hold her breasts.

At the breakfast table the next morning, I thought Hope gave us both a strange little smile but nothing unusual was said. Since it was a Sunday, Faith didn't have to work so we spent the day with Hope telling us about her trip to Chicago, what her new apartment was like, how she was going to decorate it, how much she looked forward to getting started on the job, and much, much more.

That evening after Hope had gone to bed, Faith quietly crept into my bed where we went through our ritual, first her giving me a blow job, then me eating her pussy until we both had experienced a first orgasm. Then I climbed into her saddle and we started to fuck, as usual making it slow and sensual and changing positions every few minutes. Faith made every effort to keep her encouragement to a whisper. But we must have been loud enough to be heard because I watched in a combination of dread and surprise as the door eased open and Hope came in. 

She sat on the edge of the bed by Faith as I rolled to the other side, not knowing what to say to my younger daughter. However the two sisters seemed to have an understanding rapport ... Hope bent over as Faith lifted up and the two girls hugged silently. When they separated, Hope was smiling as she said "I've wondered if you two might not get together. You both have needs that make it a perfect match."

I had scrambled to find enough of the sheet to cover my nakedness and I was prepared to be berated for an incestuous relationship with her sister. Instead as I kept trying to cover up, I felt Hope's hand alight on my side as she said "Its okay, daddy. I know that what the world thinks and what we need to do don't always coincide. It's okay with me that you two are taking time to satisfy the needs of the other." She leaned over Faith and crooked her finger at me. "Give me a kiss."

I leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek but she turned her head at the last second and our lips came together in a long wet sensuous kiss. When she finally pulled back, she said "I was just wondering how to get my own needs met. Can I join in the fun?"

Faith giggled. "I thought little sister just might be a little jealous. Well, that's okay. I think there's enough of daddy to go around. Get your clothes off and get back here."

I was too stunned by this turn of events to be able to speak. I lay back staring at the ceiling, wondering what I should do. Wondering if I was strong enough to do what I should or if I would be swept away by the emotions of the moment. When Faith turned to me and slid her hand down my thigh and cupped my cock, I found out quickly that I was not as strong a man as I thought I was; my cock came back to full attention quickly. 

When the bed moved as Hope climbed in, Faith threw the sheet off and said, "Come on, Sis. Climb on top and get some of this."

As Hope climbed over Faith and then straddled me, Faith guided my questing cock into Hope's warm honey pot, with was dripping with her personal lubrication. She was tight, much tighter than I assumed a woman fresh out of college might be, making me think that maybe she had been studying harder than I gave her credit for. She took her time working the tight little ring of muscle down around my shaft, getting it wet inch by delicious inch until she finally had completely engulfed my member. She carefully lay down on my chest and captured my face between both of her small hands. 

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Oh, daddy, you don't know how much I've wanted to do this since ... since not long after ... mom died." She lowered her mouth to mine and we exchanged deep kisses. I reached my left arm out and pulled Faith to us and the three of us lay together for a long time before Hope eased back and began to slowly work her bottom up and down on my shaft. She brought us both to a very satisfying climax and I couldn't believe that I had now shot my sperm into the quivering cunts of both of my precious daughters.

When Hope rolled off me, Faith captured my cock in her mouth and gave me a thorough washing. In about ten minutes I was hard again and Faith said "Its time to pick up where you left off."

I climbed into Faith's saddle and eased my cock into her surprisingly still wet pussy while Hope snuggled close and fondled us both as I fucked her older sister. It turned out to be a long night, one in which none of us got to sleep before the crack of dawn, by which time Faith had to get up and get ready for work. I pitied her having to work on no sleep but, as I fixed us some breakfast, she kissed me and said that she would be okay, especially after such a fantastic family bonding night.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights all three of us slept in my big bed, but always after I had fucked both of my sweet daughters at least once. They discovered that each of them liked eating my cum from her sisters snatch and seeing them in the 69 position always gave me a new erection ... always.

Hope invited me to fuck her ass once as she was on top of Faith, so I lubed us both and eased inside her, feeling my balls slap the upper part of Faith's face each time I stroked inward. She didn't seem to mind and later admitted that it was one of the hottest things she'd ever witnessed, watching my cock tour her little sister's ass hole so close up. Although Faith had never had successful anal sex, she got Hope to talk her though how to get past the initial pain of entry and Hope told her about how to relax her sphincter to make it less painful. Before the week was over, Faith said that she already loved being fucked in the ass ... maybe as much as being fucked in her pussy.

Unfortunately Friday morning arrived and Hope had to leave for Chicago. Before she left, she said something to Faith, then led me to the bedroom where she gave me one of the most tender, sensual fucks I had ever had and she left for Chicago with a fresh load of my cum in her pussy. She invited us to visit, or just me if Faith couldn't get away, whenever we could. She would try to make it back home as often as possible.

Faith stayed with me for the better part of three years, until she found another man her age, one named Marcus but usually called Marc for short, and fell in love again. She brought him home to meet me and I was impressed. He was a very intelligent person but didn't seem to lord it over others not so gifted. He was very solicitous of Faith and seemed anxious to please her.

The fourth or fifth time she brought him home, she told me that he had asked her to marry him and she was considering it. We were sitting in the den at the time, the three of us having just finished a dinner I had prepared. Faith was holding Marc's hand and said that she loved him and she was convinced that he loved her. This would be the second marriage for both of them so they were going into it with their eyes wide open.

However Faith surprised me when she said that she had told him about our relationship ... that she had been sleeping in my bed since she had moved back in with me and that we had been fucking all of that time. As she said this, she turned to look at Marc and he smiled back at her. Faith said that she had told him that, if they were to get married, Marc could not expect her to completely shut her father out of her sex life so if he expected that, she would have to decline his offer. She had left the ball in his court for him to contemplate and he was going to give her his answer that evening. I would never have believed this moment would have arisen, not in a million years.

We both looked at Marc. His smile, if anything, had gotten larger. He said "Dad ... I hope you don't mind if I call you Dad ...?!?" I shook my head to indicate that it was okay. He continued "I was surprised by Faith's revelation last night but the more I thought about it the more logical it seemed. You, Faith and Hope seem to have a very loving family so why should sex not be a part of it. And if so, why should anything I do in the family detract from that relationship. If we can have your blessing to marry, you can have my blessing to continue loving your daughter just as you have been. I realize that such an arrangement does not have to diminish who we are, any of the three of us."

Faith got up and sat in Marc's lap, hugging his neck and said "In that case, I would love to marry you, Marcus." They kissed and I thought it just might turn into a strip and fuck show but they stopped after some heavy petting.

For the next couple of months, there were really no changes in our lives except that Marc came over several nights a week and joined us for dinner. Afterward I would send them out to the den or to the back porch to share each other's company. I knew that sometimes resulted in them arranging to have sex in some very peculiar positions. That didn't bother me because Faith was still fucking me almost every day and still sleeping with me.

The first significant changes occurred when, three months after their engagement, Faith moved into Marc's place with him. After that when she left work each day, she would come back to the house and fuck my brains out, then dress and meet Marc at home. I understand that she sometimes convinced him to eat my cum out of her pussy, although it was not done to humiliate him but rather as a mutually agreeable result of their highly lustful state of minds. Of course Faith spent every night in Marc's bed after that.

A little over four months later on Friday, June 26th, they got married in a very quiet ceremony at my house. Marc's mother and sister (his only immediate family) attended along with Hope and me. However Hope had to be in Chicago by 10 the next morning for some special meeting for her job while Marc's family said that they had to return home that evening. That left me feeling a little alone, since I was sure that Marc and Faith would have planned some sort of honeymoon trip.

I saw the last of the guests off and turned, expecting to find the newlyweds ready to leave but they were nowhere in sight. I went to the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee and sat at the table to drink it slowly. The house was unnaturally quiet, making me sadder thinking about my own future years.

Deep in my thoughts, I almost missed Faith's voice as she called "Dad?" When I responded, she said "We're upstairs, Dad. Can you come up here?"

"Sure" I replied and started climbing the stairs. I thought I'd find them packing some of Faith's things and preparing to leave. Imagine my surprise when I pushed my bedroom door open and found both of them stark naked on my king-size bed, with Faith in the middle and Marc on the far side.

Faith said "Daddy, we decided that it was time that I had sex with both of the men in my life at the same time. This is our wedding present to you. Please take of your clothes and join us."

While I was taking off my clothes, Faith and Marc spooned together and his hands explored her soft body from big boobs to broad buttocks and into her honey pot. I had seen Marc's fully alert erection before they turned over and now he could see mine as it eased out of my shorts. I climbed into the bed next to Faith right into her open arms. While Marc fondled his new bride, I kissed her tenderly and passionately

Eventually Marc lifted Faith's top leg and eased his cock into her love tunnel and slowly started to fuck her. Faith asked me to kneel in front of her face. When I did, she captured my roving cock, licked it from root to tip with her wet tongue and then captured the head inside her lips and while Marc fucked her, she gave me a first class blow job. Within two minutes of me shooting my load down Faith's throat, Marc started the process of filling her pussy with cum when he spilled his seed into her. Faith, having climaxed twice, held us both tightly to her while we recovered.

When Marc and I were both ready again, Faith bent over him from between his legs and sucked on his member. I climbed behind her raised bottom and pierced her slick, wet pussy. I would have been content to add to Marc's treasure but Faith looked over her shoulder and said "Daddy, do my ass, please." I could never deny a lady such a request, so I pulled out of her pussy and pushed into her anus, and proceeded to have another of the greatest fucks possible. This time I came about three minutes before Marc did and Faith came three times before we finished.

I made a trip to the bathroom to clean up and then downstairs for three cups of coffee and some cookies for refreshments. We relaxed on the bed while we consumed the 'cooked' goodies, still aware of the luscious goodies that we had been sharing in my bed. As I was collecting the empty cups, Marc leaned over and whispered in Faith's ear and a devilish grin spread over her face. 

Faith looked at me as I put the tray of empties down and asked me to lay on my back in the middle of the bed. As I settled down, Faith threw a leg over me and settled down onto my latest erection. She jogged up and down a couple of times until we were comfortable, Faith stretched out on my chest, using her feet to push both of our legs wide apart. I felt the bed jiggle and looked over Faith's shoulder to see Marc moving into the space between her legs, intently watching his wife's big round ass. I had a feeling I knew what was about to happen ... something I had never experienced nor participated in until now.

Sure enough Marc positioned his cock at Faith's anus and slowly eased forward. It didn't take much effort to breach her security, since her ass had already been ploughed that evening. Although I had no homosexual indications, I found myself enjoying the touch of Marc's cock along the bottom side of my own, even though they were separated by a thin membrane of her flesh. From her facial expression, Faith had felt no pain with the double intrusions. Her eyes were closed and her smile said that she was loving it.

I was impressed that Marc took it slow and easy, making out pleasure last as long as possible. Every time he pushed into his wife's bowels, my cock nearly slipped out of my daughter. Then when he pushed back in, the whole process reversed until her was buried in her and I was nearly out. Faith began talking to us, encouraging us to fuck her pussy, fuck her ass, to squeeze her titties and pull her nipples and fuck her ass and screw her pussy, harder and faster every few minutes. And gradually he did pick up his speed until her was ramming his spear into Faith's butt as hard as he could. She had already started cumming while he was still moving slowly and now she was cumming non-stop. I felt my balls contract and then expand, shooting a thick strand of white sticky cum into Faith's pussy. Whether he felt my ejaculation and that sent him over the edge or it was some other stimuli, Marc began to shoot his load into Faith's tight anus. Shot after electric shot sped through our shafts and into her tight openings, until I felt my balls try to send more, only to find that there was no more available. After two dry shots, the scraped together one last drop and let it ooze into her pussy and then I was done. Marc mustered two more sticky strands before hitting a couple of dry attempts and then releasing the last drop of cum.

We collapsed again in a tight sandwich of exhausted flesh struggling to suck air into our lungs. It was another 45 minutes before we were sufficiently rested to try again. Marc and I might have gone to sleep but Faith said she wanted to try it one more time and she wanted the two of us to just swap targets. So when we got hard again, Faith coaxed Marc into laying out under her and she mounted his erection. Being the ever helpful dad, I guided his dick into my daughter's pussy and watched it disappear, causing my own spear to strain at standing tall and proud. When she was pressed against his balls, I scooted up behind her and pointed my dong into her ass hole. It was almost flaccid from being fucked and it was very easy to get inside her. I pushed forward until my balls slapped against Marc's scrotum and then held myself there by squeezing her titties and pulling on her nipples.

Before long Faith began to beg us to screw her and neither of us was inclined to deny her those wishes. I worked my cock in and out of her, savoring the strange feeling along the big vein on the bottom of my cock as it was tracing the similar vein on the bottom of Marc's schlong. It took several minutes of motion to get Faith going again to the point of another orgasm but then they started coming frequently. Because of the condition of our balls, it took most of a half hour for Marc and I to muster one more load of cum and during that time Faith reached a state of constant climaxing.

After holding onto Faith's hips until the last drops oozed out of my cock and the muscles in my legs burned so much I had to move, I dismounted and rolled off the bed, trotted into the bathroom and got three warm wet washcloths so we could clean up. When I gave one to each of them, Faith said "Daddy, we thought if its alright with you, we'd just spend the weekend here with you. We both think we'd have more fun than trying to take a trip somewhere. Is that okay with you?"

Of course it was. Off and on through the next 48 hours, Marc and I fucked Faith just as often as we could muster a hard-on. Even when we couldn't, the three of us sat naked on the sofa downstairs and watched some wild porno videos while Faith fondled our genitals. Whenever one of us got another erection, we'd try some of the weird things we saw on the TV screen and by the time Sunday evening was over, we had a whole series of cum stains on the furniture and carpet of my den.




A Changing Script Ch. 02



Hope and I managed to get together about six to nine times a year and she never failed to cum to my bed when we were together. However she had her eye on several men and, while she loved making her daddy happy from time to time, I think she was more interested in making a permanent connection with one of those men ... and I tried to encourage her interest.

Although Faith, Marc and I never again repeated anything as wild and abandoned as that wedding present weekend, I continued to screw my oldest daughter fairly regularly for the next several years, until they decided to try to have a baby. We mixed in threesomes about every second or third weekend and we often spent the night together in my big bed.

Once they decided to try to raise a family, I found that I had a renewed interest in women in particular and a confidence to pursue some that were to my liking. I found that I was able to get enough pussy from some mature women (I considered anyone older than my daughters to be mature) usually without even approaching my own age. Most of them were looking for companionship and friendship without a lasting relationship and I found that I could fairly easily keep myself satisfied sexually without too much effort.

It was good pussy too and a nice variety but for some reason it seemed like it was just not quite up to the standard that my daughters Faith and Hope set for me. My wife and I had decided early in our lives together that our children's names would somehow be derived from my own, Belief. As a kid, most of my friends shortened it to Lief, like the explorer Lief Ericson, and then forgot about my full legal name. But I was always adamant that Faith and Hope go right along with Belief, no matter where they are.



A Changing Script Ch. 03



Note: The author expresses his appreciation to user sgrspc69er for her editing improvements to this story.

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I had been up since just before 7 o'clock this morning, beating my alarm clock by the usual two to three minutes. It was not something I planned but rather something that had just happened almost every day of my adult life. It didn't matter what time the alarm was set to go off, my internal alarm seemed to be set for minutes before. During my 24 years in the military, I had usually had to roll out of my rack by 5:00 or 5:30 but sometimes earlier than that, and my internal alarm failed me on only two occasions that I could remember, both of which occurred while I was taking medicine to battle a respiratory ailment.

I didn't need to be us this early, truth be known, but it had been so long that 7:00 AM seemed like a decadent time to sleep in. When my wife of 26 years had died two years ago of cervical cancer, my world as I knew it had come apart and I didn't know what to do with myself. Without any interest in continuing my service, I took a retirement package to try to get my life back together but it wasn't that easy.

I didn't really need money because my wife had been a financial wizard, not only for the clients she worked hard for to grown their investments but for us as a family because she took virtually all of our pay, her as an investment councilor and me as a career military man, and invested it. By the time she died we were worth in the eight figures but it was too late then. The only person I wanted to spend it with was gone forever.

But then when the doorbell rang at 10:30 and Jennifer, my married 23 year old daughter, walked into my den like a small whirlwind, I thought that I was lucky to at least have her in my life. Jenny came over and hugged me, a real squeezer that would have embarrassed me if she had not been family. I felt her breasts press into my chest while other parts of her body brushed my crotch, stirring the sleeper that had not known companionship since Maureen died two years before.

Throwing her purse in the direction of the couch, Jenny said "Daddy, I came across something on the internet last night and it really disturbed me. I wanted to ask if you would read it with me and lets discuss it so I can get your viewpoint."  

"Sure, honey. What's it about?"

"Well ... let's read it together instead of me trying to remember it, okay?"

"Okay, baby." We walked over to my computer in the corner of the den. I powered it up and then let Jenny sit at the keyboard.

As she found her site, she said "This is a place where people post all kinds of stories. I got interested in reading some of them a few years ago and I go back every so often to read something new. They really ... give me a pick up. Then I spotted this one last night after Evan had gone to sleep. It took me a while to read it and ... and then I ... well, I needed some help. I started to call you then but ... oh, my gosh, daddy. Come read over my shoulder."

I lay in bed trying to turn my mind off so I could get to sleep, but not being successful. If I could have written life's script, this is not how it would go.

Here I was, a 51 year old man, finally having sold my self-made machine shop and its two patents for enough money to retire at an early age ... and no wife to share my retirement with. Melissa, my college sweetheart and wife of fifteen years, had died of cancer when our daughters were 13 and 7 and I had raised them with the help of my mother, my two sisters, and some helpful neighbors. 

Oh, I got lucky every once in a while, just long enough to empty my blue balls into some nice woman and repress my primal urges for another spell. But even though some of those matches repeated themselves from time to time with the same person, I never felt comfortable enough with any of the women to feel like replacing my wife. Somehow it just seemed like I was betraying her memory every time I bedded someone else. The result was that I was miserable whether I found someone to have sex with or not. So most of the time I went to bed with Mother Thumb and her four daughters, just getting past the most pressing need, and pushed back into the depths of my mind my interest in suckling a woman's soft breast or pressing myself into the smooth curves of a well-rounded ass or smelling the uniquely sweet scent of a woman's hair. I could not help myself. This sounded so much like me. My hands, resting on Jenny's shoulders, momentarily dug into her soft skin. There were so many things associated with being intimate with a woman ... and I just couldn't bring myself to pursue another woman in search of those, at least not on a lasting basis like I would have written into my script for Melissa and me.

Now I lay here worried that our oldest daughter Faith was experiencing a similar kind of meltdown that I had. She had married during her last year of college, just as Melissa and I had, and had a seemingly loving marriage but then her husband Bradley had gotten into drugs and became abusive, refusing to accept any kind of treatment and Faith had finally packed her bags and moved back home with me yesterday. She had no job, didn't know what she could do, and didn't have any idea where to start.

Nor did I know how to help her, really. I knew I would be supportive and told her that she could have her old bedroom back for as long as she needed it. After all she was my flesh and blood. However with Hope, our youngest daughter, finishing her senior year at the university and contemplating marketing jobs in either Chicago or New York, I prayed that Faith would find something close to home. I wanted her to be independent but I also wanted the comfort of one or both of my children within easy visiting distance in my later years. It might even be nice to be a grandparent some day.

It hit me like a ton of bricks that I too wanted the comfort of my daughter Jenny being nearby and coming to visit often. She was a real comfort to me although it crossed my mind that I probably didn't actually tell her that often. 

All these thoughts and others were churning through my mind and I found myself listening to the grandfather clock in the hall bonging twelve times and then later it emitted the half-hour sound and finally I heard the one o'clock chime. I was thinking about getting up and going down for a cup of coffee or something when I heard a rustle of cloth in the dark. My ears perked up and I listened to see if it came again. Instead I was startled when the bed shook slightly and Faith's whispered voice asked "Daddy? Are you awake?"

"Yes," I replied. "I haven't been able to get to sleep."

"Me neither," she said softly. I felt the bed jiggle as she pulled the sheet up and slid under it. "I need a hug, daddy."

I felt Jenny's hands cover mine, still resting on her shoulders as I read from behind her. Her fingers gave mine a little squeeze.

Before she could slide closer to me, I rolled to face her so the sheet would fall between us. I wasn't really anxious for her to learn that I was sleeping in the nude. However she came closer and her arms closed around my neck, pulling us close together. 

I wrapped my arms around my little girl ... and immediately thought that she was my little girl no longer. She was almost a mirror image of her mother, a big beautiful woman in her own right. Both mother and daughter carried a "few" extra pounds, both had developed large pendulous breasts, and both had broad round bottoms. I suddenly had to choke back a surge of emotion as Faith made me think of Melissa in so many ways.

I heard Jenny suck in her breath and felt a new tension in her body. She reached for the mouse to scroll another page and we read on.

I started to release her but she hung on and, if I could just keep my sexual urges repressed, I would admit that some of the world's cares seemed so much smaller when someone, anyone, cared enough to hug me. A hug gives the feeling that someone else cares about you, that they know what you are going though, that they are there to support you. Slowly, ever so slowly, tension fades from one's body and mind.

Except that, in my case, I was unsuccessful in repressing my sexual urges and, to my utter horror, I developed a raging hard-on that insistently pushed its way up between us and made itself known to my daughter. Even trying unobtrusively to move my bottom backward to keep it from being so obvious did not work. Instead Faith giggled and asked "Are you glad to see me, daddy?" as she moved toward me to keep our bodies tightly together.

"Sugar, are you sure you want to do this? Have you thought about what it means?"

"No," she replied. "What does it mean?"

"It would mean that we have committed incest. Sex between a father and daughter is frowned upon in society."

Jenny again squeezed my hands, harder this time as we came to the end of the window. Without a word, Jenny got up and pulled me around her chair, then gently pushed me down into it and sat on my legs. She turned back to the computer and scrolled to the next page.

Again she giggled. "Yeah, I know, daddy. But who is going to tell anyone? I'm not. I'm so horny I could fuck the bedpost and I can't think of anyone who would be better to me than my daddy. You will be nice to me, wont you?" she asked with double meaning dripping from the question.

I struggled with a reply but her hand found my turgid member and stroked from the tip until her palm covered my balls. She squeezed them gently and then her hand traveled up my length until it covered the sensitive head of my dick, spreading my slick pre-cum all over the head. Again she asked "You will be nice to me, wont you, daddy?"

Jenny didn't say anything but her hard/soft round bottom squirmed on my lap and I knew there was not way she could not be feeling my erection. I was embarrassed but electrified. I was ashamed but consumed with desire ... for my married daughter.

I lost my inner battle. Leaning forward my mouth closed over hers in a long sensuous kiss and when I drew back to take a breath, I whispered "Yes, baby, I will be very nice to my sweet baby."

I couldn't help myself ... I let out a groan as the meaning of the written words pierced my foggy brain. Jenny pulled my right hand over her shoulder to cup her left breast, through the soft cloth of her blouse.

I began to stroke her body lightly with my fingertips, wanting to explore her the way I used to explore Melissa's body, but Faith was too much in need to want foreplay. Pulling on my spear, she said "Please, daddy, do me now! I need you so bad! Please! Please!!" 

I climbed over her and settled between her legs. She guided me into her hot steamy slit, gathering her own moisture on the head before pushing it down to her entrance. As I eased forward, she pulled her short see-through pajama top over her head and tossed it aside.

I sensed, rather than saw, the shape of her boobs, big globes that filled her chest and were so heavy they could not help but spread out, yet still formed two minor mountains on her chest.. Using the little rays of light that penetrated the room, I spotted her left nipple and my right thumb began to caress it while my lips sought and found her right orb and sucked it into my mouth. I eased my bottom forward, feeling my spear penetrate her target but it took several attempts to lubricate my whole shaft so that our curly hair intermingled.

Coming to the end of the window, Jenny turned and whispered "That's what I want now, daddy."

It took all my willpower to say "Honey, you don't want that, do you? You have a loving husband. You don't need your daddy."

"Yes, I do, daddy. You don't know how long I have wanted to make out with you. I need you so bad, daddy. I've thought about us doing this for years and I wanted to come to your bed so many times, you just can't imagine." She turned so her back was pressed against my chest, pulling both of my arms around her in a tight embrace and pulling my hands up to cup both of her titties at the same time. As she bent over to tweak the computer mouse to the next page, my cock flexed hard against the curves of my daughter's deliciously round bottom.

Her hands clasped the back of my head and held me tightly to her breast as she whispered, "Yessss, daddy, suck me hard. Oh, yesssssss, daddy. That feels so goooood!" I started moving my bottom back and forth, feeling a few inches of my member exploring the velvety depths of her fertile valley. She pulled her legs up until her heels were pressed into my buttocks and every time I pushed forward, her knees flexed, yanking me into her with force. I wanted to take it slow and let us both enjoy the experience, especially since it might be a one-time occurrence. But it was not to be, for both of us felt an urgent need and speed and force were the only way to minister to those needs.

I broke away from her wonderfully delicious breast in search of her lips. No sooner did our mouths touch than her tongue was frantically search the depths of my mouth, and I replied in kind. We both were on fire with lust, striving for every last ounce of liquid pleasure or the faintest erotic feeling we could derive from the other. My brain seemed to turn into a flaming sunset, consumed with the greedy desire of one too long without the pleasures of the flesh. Our bodies slammed together hard time after time, with the obscene slurping of two bodies wet with their own juices simply adding fuel to our fires.

Jenny's body undulated against mine and she cried "Oh, yes, daddy, please! I need you to fuck me, daddy, please tell me you'll fuck me." Her hands were roving impatiently over her hot body as if she had an urgent itch and she couldn't find the source of the irritation. "Oh, daddy, I need to feel your cock inside my pussy, daddy. Please fuck me, daddy, PLEASE!"

"Yes, baby girl, if that's what you want. You can tell that I want it too, honey."

Her hands practically ripped her clothes off and she tossed garments in every direction. Mine were next and when I was naked and her feverish hand cupped my balls, I knew I was already well past the point of no return ... I was going to commit incest with my lovely little daughter even if there was a nagging little voice in the back of my mind that said we shouldn't do this.

Jenny pushed me back down onto the chair where my cock stood tall and proud. Then she straddled me and the chair, guided my spear into her hot steamy target and eased herself down on me. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as my entire length slowly disappeared into her sweet pussy. I couldn't ever remember experiencing anything that even rivaled the feeling of ecstasy she gave me ... of course, I knew my wife had been as good but I had to admit that the memories of our couplings had begun to fade.

Jenny squirmed her bottom against the point where she was impaled and reached up to kiss me, the first open mouth kiss we had ever shared. She was so precious I couldn't begin to describe the feelings. When we broke apart, Jenny said "Daddy, you're going to need to read the rest of the story to me, okay?"

Then Faith threw her head backward and screamed "Oh, yessss, daddy, I'm cummmiiiinnnnnng! I'm cummmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggg!!!" Her legs locked together around me, yanking me hard into her hot pussy and I felt the flow of her juices as they dripped down onto my scrotum.

As soon as she relaxed, I resumed my pace, slamming into her several more times before my balls contracted as if in a vacuum and then quickly commenced shooting my hot lava into her depths.

Jenny had already cum, just about the time I was reading that Faith had cum, and she crumpled against my chest. I started to rock back and forth to give us a little movement and found it giving me wonderful feelings while making it much harder to read the story. However when I read about her daddy filling her with his sperm, I felt such a surge in my balls that I knew I was not far behind. So for the next few minutes, instead of reading the story, I concentrated on fucking my sweet young daughter, Jenny. 

I tried to pull my balls into my body cavity to lengthen the process and it worked ... for maybe a split second. And then my nuts were pumping their contents into Jenny's welcoming cunt. Her eyes flashed open and the sweetest smile spread over her face as she flexed the muscles of her pussy and tried to milk my cock. After the last drop of cum oozed out of my cock and it slipped from her quim, I swiveled the chair a few degrees and resumed reading out loud:

When the last drops had oozed out of my tool, I started to roll off her but Faith's legs remained tightly around my bottom. She eased a hand between us and gently fondled my balls and after a few minutes my dick began to respond, never quite slipping out of her slick channel. Shortly afterward, the burning sensation of adrenaline began to dissipate from my muscles. I started with a little rocking motion that elicited soft moans of approval from Faith.

Jenny said "Wait a minute, daddy. Does the computer in your bedroom have the same connections as this one?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go upstairs an finish reading the story up there, okay?"

"Sure, honey." I let her up and hurriedly followed her jiggling ass up the stairs and into my bedroom. We got the computer up and going, although it seemed to me to take forever. Again Jenny found the story, worked down until she found the place where we had been reading and stopped.

My computer rested on a little desk that was on carpet rollers so I could move it around easily for cleaning. As she climbed into the bed, I pulled the desk over next to the bed, gave her the wireless mouse, and then climbed between Jenny's legs. A few quick strokes with her fingers along my shaft and massaging my balls brought back my erection and I plunged into her pussy. While I concentrated on fucking her, she read the words on the screen and we tried to follow, as much as possible, the same actions as were in the story.

This time I was able to settle into a much slower pace than before, since the animalistic urgency was now gone. Our mouths met in a lover's kiss, long and soft and sensual. Each time we broke away, the look on her face told me that she was still happy with the direction of our coupling and as time passed, she became ecstatic, hissing "Yes, daddy, fuck me, daddy. I'm gonna' cum, daddy!" Then she lifted her bottom off the mattress, jerked her head backward and screamed "I'm cccccuuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnggg!!!" I held on and watched her face, delighted that I could see her achieve such a release.

And a few seconds later, Jenny actually climaxed, screaming out her pleasure and desire to make it last forever.

When she relaxed, I resumed my unhurried pace, slowly plowing her fertile valley while our tongues dueled in her mouth. Occasionally I made a foray down to one or the other of her heavy boobs to trace watery circles around the globe and nibble on her erect nipple before returning to her sweet mouth. All too soon I felt the unmistakable sensation in my testicles that signals the coming of my orgasm. I worked on teasing her little clitty for the next few seconds and was rewarded when her climax started just after my balls spit out the first shot of fresh cum.

It took me maybe a minute of hard banging into her sweet love box before my testicles again began spewing their hot lava into my lovely daughter.. No sooner did the first shot splash against the back walls of her cunt than her face show a look of extreme satisfaction. She wrapped both arms under my arms and grasped my shoulders, saying "Yes, daddy, fill me up. Give it all to me, daddy. I love the feeling of having your cum in my pussy. I can't tell you how good you make me feel." Damn, I wanted to cum forever. It felt like I did although I know it was only a few shots.




A Changing Script Ch. 03



Afterward we followed the story. I rolled to the side and pulled Jenny to me. We cuddled for a long time with her body conforming spoon-like to mine. Her head lay on my left arm while my left hand kneaded her tits and my right hand explored every part of her I could reach. I kissed the side of her face and down her neck and could have savored those tastes and feelings forever.

We both needed a break so we took a shower. I put on a pair of shorts while Jenny put on a terrycloth robe I keep around. She didn't bother to pull the tie very tight and by the time we got downstairs I had already had another pretty good look of everything she normally hides behind clothing.

We fixed a light lunch and ate at the kitchen table. I had been mulling over a question and finally asked her "Honey, wont Evan have a problem with you and I ... well, you know ... fucking."

She smiled "No, daddy. Evan's family was always very open. He always assumed that you and I had always been lovers. That would be just like his mother teaching him all about sex while he was still living at home and they feel like it is a privilege she has earned to be able to fuck her son from time to time. And I don't mind because its not like his mother is trying to take him away from me.

I understood some of the reasons for incest but that was the first time I had thought about "an entitlement" to having sex within the family.

I asked "When did you get this interest in you and me getting together?"

"Oh, daddy, you wouldn't believe how long I've wanted to do that. It goes way back. Remember when we lived in Georgia? Well, that old house wasn't very well built and one night I found a place where I could see into your room from behind my old dresser. You guys left the lights on and I could see plain as day. You were on top of mom and I was mesmerized by your cock driving in and out of mom's pussy. Of course she was never very quiet about it and even before I could see what you were doing, I could hear it from her. She loved ever minute ... and so did I. I knew from that night on that I had to get you to do that for me one day. I always hoped it would come before now but ... well, I'm glad it finally happened, daddy!" She pulled me over for a lustful kiss and her hand wandered to my rising cock.

Within minutes we were back upstairs in bed, reading the story. Jenny had turned on her side and, after helping me get hard again, I spooned behind her, lifted her top leg and slipped my cock into her pussy from behind. Then as we lay with my crotch pressed against her buttocks, I looked over her shoulder at the monitor and we began to read.

After savoring the ultimate sexual feeling for a few minutes, I rolled to the side. I assumed Faith would go back to her room but she turned on her left side and spooned with my body. I put my left arm under her head, my hand holding her right tit, while my right arm lay over her, my hand cupping her left tit. I heard her sigh contentedly and we were both soon asleep.

In the morning, I found Faith in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a great breakfast, humming a peppy tune, and sporting a fabulous smile. If I had thought she might be second guessing our actions of the night before, those concerns were quickly dispelled as she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

After breakfast Faith asked if I would help her ...

We sort of skimmed the text for a bit, passing stuff that didn't seem to apply to us but then it seemed like the next part was written just for Jenny and me.

When nothing was said about our encounter that day or the next, I thought that maybe it would be a one-time only occurrence. However when I went to bed the second night and Faith soon padded into my room and climbed into my bed, I have to admit that I was delighted. She was naked and her hands quickly settled on my cock and balls while her mouth sought mine.

With our first coupling just two nights past, we were both a little more controlled than that first time. Faith kissed her way down my body and gave me a fantastic blow job while her fingers gently massaged my testicles. After she had swallowed my cum and straightened up in the bed, I returned the favor, dawdling at her breasts to lick and kiss and nip at them before moving down to the warmer area between her legs. It took me a little longer to get her to a climax than for me to cum but we both seemed to enjoy the "getting there" almost as much as the end result ... well, not quite!

We deviated from the text, continuing our fuck on our sides so we could continue the story. However my fingers playing over Jenny's body, especially making little light circles around her clitty from time to time, had the same desirable conclusion that Faith and her daddy experienced. In fact I got Jenny to cum three times while she read, with little pauses to settle back down after each climax. The only position changes we made were to lift her top leg or move it forward or back while I moved so that my angle of penetration varied and we could feel a difference in the connection.

After Faith had a little time to savor her "jump off the mountaintop", I slid up her body between her legs and guided my turgid member into her slick vagina. With neither of us in a hurry to end the activities, we took time to appreciate the pleasure each bestowed on the other. To keep the sensations changing, we moved from one position to another every few minutes, reveling in how our nerves picked up completely different feelings based on the angle and depth of my penetration into her body. Her soft words of "oh, yes, daddy, that feels so good" and "yes, daddy, fuck me" made sure I kept going. At last I felt her approaching an orgasm and concentrated on getting myself off so that we both climaxed within seconds of each other.

My climax was so gratifying I couldn't think of a way to accurately describe it. Almost to a word, Jenny responded the same way that Faith had and I had to check what Jenny was looking at to see if she was reading or expressing her feelings. Her orgasm was her fourth of the session and made me feel fantastic ... it was the first time I had ever gotten a partner to cum more than three times from one activity.

Once again when I rolled off of Faith, she snuggled back into my body and I wrapped my arms around her, cupping a heavy breasts in each hand, and we drifted off to sleep. Unlike the first night, Faith was still laying beside me when I awoke in the morning. My cock, feeling the soft flesh of her bottom, searched for her warm haven. 

Faith giggled and jumped out of bed to make a dash into the bathroom, telling me to wait for her. Even hearing the sound of her peeing seemed somehow erotic and I wondered if I was totally depraved. Yet when she came hurrying back and climbed into bed with me, I was so glad that her hands stroked my shaft and even more happy when she sat on top of me and guided my cock into her warm pussy. 

Again we deviated from the text. I was the first one to got to the bathroom started to relieve my bladder. Then I almost lost it when Jenny's hand pulled my flaccid cock from my hand and began guiding the yellow stream around in the water. She laughed as I finished and "shook the dew off the lilly." Then while she sat and peed, she held my cock and ran her tongue around the base of the helmet, pleased with herself when my shaft began to grow again. By the time she was finished, I was hard enough to enter her again. She climbed into bed and we connected in the old missionary position so I could fuck her while she read the screen.

She sat for a long time, letting me flex my shaft inside her. She leaned forward, letting her big hanging hooters hover over my face while I sucked and nipped on each nipple in turn. Then she began to rock her ass from side to side and around in little swirls and we must have been making the right contact because she started moaning and telling me that she felt so good that she was going to cum soon. I exchanged handfuls of breasts with handfuls of ass, helping her slide up and down my shaft. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as she reached the peak of pleasure and stopped moving ... until she eased down on my chest, spent. I pulled her up and down my member for another couple of minutes until my balls sent a fresh explosion of seed into her reproductive system.

Having spent a load inside my daughter some minutes before, I knew it would take a while to achieve another. We got to a stopping point in the story and Jenny and I concentrated only on each other. I lowered myself until our mouths met in a series of long slow lustful kisses. All during that time, Jenny's Kegel muscles kept flexing around my shaft in a non-stop erogenous activity.

One at a time, I pulled Jenny's legs up and put it over one of my shoulders. When I put my hands on the bed beside her shoulders and leaned forward, her feet wound up beside her head and her ass came up off the bed to meet my driving cock. I could tell the penetration was deeper than anything else we had done so far. Soon Jenny was urging me frantically to keep pumping her pussy harder and faster and ultimately we climaxed at almost the same instant. I eased her legs back to a more normal position and then crushed my daughter to me, at that moment feeling closer mentally and physically than we had ever been.

Once our breathing was nearly normal, we again spooned together facing the monitor. Jenny resumed reading out loud.

After that we didn't bother with the pretense of separate rooms. Each night when I went to bed, Faith went with me. We settled into a routine of fucking every other night. Sometimes she would give me a blow job to start and almost every time I would eat her wonderful pussy, then we would indulge in a nice long slow fuck until we both were sated. The morning bouts were less frequent. 

Days passed into weeks and I thought Faith would again be back out on her own, leaving me again in my state of being alone. However she found a job running the office for a modest construction company, proceeded with the divorce filing, and generally settled down to life under my roof.

I know that a parent's job is to prepare his offspring for the world and then push them out of the nest. Actually I had done that ... once with each daughter ... but now that one had come back home, the rules for life seemed to have changed. And I liked the changing script!

Having finished reading the story, Jenny turned over and faced me, snuggling into my body like a small child. She asked "How did you like the story, daddy?"

"I loved it, little girl. I can't say that I had never thought of having incest with you before today but I had never thought about it seriously. I was sure it would never happen. Now that it has ... well, if the story got us together, it was sure worth it."

"Yes, it was, daddy. I just knew that things would be good between us if we ever got together but I never thought it would be this spectacular. This has been the best day of my life, without any question. But it wont be the last time for us, will it, daddy?"

"No, baby, it sure wont."

"Would you do me a favor, daddy? Would you write to the guy who wrote this story and tell him how much I loved it. And ask if he will keep writing stories about people like us ... you know, father and daughter loving each other?

"I'll do that right now, sugar" and while she watched, I wrote and email to the guy thanking him for the story, telling him how much we both loved the story, and that I had made wild passionate love to my married daughter for the very first time, and asking him to post more similar type stories.

After I sent the email, I got to thinking about how the author closed his original story and I had to agree that he hit the target in the bulls-eye: life was changing and I loved the changing script. 



A Changing Script Ch. 04



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

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"Grandpa?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Do you ever miss Grandma?"

The question came from my 19 year old granddaughter, my only companion since my wife of 44 years died year before last from the dreaded Big C. Connie - our condensed version of Constance Marie - had live with us for more than 18 of her years, since her parents had been killed under the wheels of a mammoth 42-wheeled gravel train semi after the driver had gone to sleep at the wheel. In fact we were all each other had remaining in this cold world.

"Yes, baby, I miss your grandmother every single day."

"I do too, Grandpa. I wish she was still with us."

"I know, baby, but at least she's no longer in pain. She suffered awfully bad those last few weeks."

"I know, Grandpa. It really makes me sad thinking about it. I try to remember how happy she was when we were gathering tulips from the garden that spring and the year before that when we took the vacation trip to the canyon. She was really happy then." 

"You are right, honey. Those are the memories we want to keep of Grandma. That's what she would want us to remember. Those were good days."

"Do you think we'll ever have happy days like that again?"

"I would bet on it, sweetheart. Like I can just imagine how happy I'm going to be watching you walk across the stage and get your college diploma. I'm going to be so proud of you."

Connie flung herself across the room into my lap, her arms going around my neck. "Aw, Grandpa, you make me so happy. I feel so very lucky to have you. Thank you for everything."

She planted a kiss on my cheek, except that it was a little low and wound up right at the corner of my mouth. Suddenly I was embarrassed - not because of the kiss, but because of my reaction. No matter what I did, I could not keep myself from thinking about how sexy and curvy and lush and lovable my granddaughter had grow up to be. Even this old man began to get a hard-on, feeling her pretty round bottom pressing my family jewels.

It didn't seem to matter to Connie. She sat there for a long time, her arms around my shoulders and her face buried in the curve of my neck. I wondered if it was possible that she could not feel my throbbing hard-on poking her in the bottom.

Connie didn't say anything however. She just curled a little closer to my chest and sighed. I held her tightly, afraid to let her slip. I wanted to continue to be my little girl's hero, her soft place to fall. I have to admit though that it was not as easy to hold her these days as it had been to hold her grandmother when she had been nineteen.

I felt Connie's breathing change, first by the soft expulsion of each measured breathe against my neck, then I gradually became aware of the regular rise and fall of her breasts and I was reminded that my little Connie had grown into quite a woman. For most of the last year, she had been wearing 34C bras, an increase over the prior cup size. On her somewhat slender body, a C-cup made her look heavy and full on top.

Oh, man, what th' hell! There I go, getting another hard-on, poking my sweet Connie in the ass again!

Connie didn't stir. Her breathing remained regular and controlled. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she hadn't noticed my faux pas. I certainly didn't want my granddaughter thinking that her grandpa was a dirty old man - even if I knew the truth.

She caught me totally off-guard then, when she quietly asked, "Grandpa, do you still like to fuck?"

I had never heard her use that word in my presence. I nearly dropped my false teeth ... except that I don't have false teeth. A thousand question flooded my mind in a rolling, tumbling jumble of information ... or lack thereof ... not the least of which was 'Is my baby girl still a virgin?' and 'Why would she want to know?'

Finally I ventured a soft reply, "Yes, Baby, I still like it. But I haven't tried it since your grandmother died."

"I thought so, Grandpa. Why don't you go out on any dates?"

"Oh, honey, I'm too old to date now."

Her left hand began rubbing my chest. "No, you're not, Grandpa. Lots of ladies would love to go on dates with you. And I'll bet most of them would have sex with you if you asked."

"But, sugar, wouldn't that be betraying Grandmother?"

"No, Grandpa, I don't think so. It's been long enough and I know Grandma would like for you to get on with your life."

I laughed. "What make you think she'd want that?"

"Because that's what she told me just before she died."

"She told you what?"

"She said, 'I want you to push Gene until he gets on with his life. I don't want him to keep moping around after I'm gone. Please make sure he gets out and has some fun.' I promised her, Grandpa."

"No, she didn't say that, did she?"

"Yes, she did. And she meant it too."

"That's so sweet. And just like her. But I can't do that."

"Why not, Grandpa?"

"Because I ... well, I just can't."

"Are you too bashful?"

"I ... no, I don't think so."

"Are you afraid of being rejected?"

"Well ... maybe."

"Oh, Grandpa! Women would be crazy about you. I know I would."

"No, honey! You don't mean that. I'm just an old man. I don't have anything to offer a woman anymore."

"Yes, you do, Grandpa. You're still a very sexy looking man."

I laughed. "No, sugar, you can't mean that."

"Oh, but I do, Grandpa. Nobody turns me on like you do."

"Oh, my goodness! Sweetie, you can't be serious."

"Oh but I am, Grandpa. Do you want proof?"

"What proof?"

"Here! Give me your hand."

She took the hand I'd had around her waist and quickly put it between her legs. There was no mistaking the fact that her crotch was wet. Her shorts were soaked through and through. I sucked in my breath in a state of shock.

"See, Grandpa, that's what you do to me. You make me want you so much!"

"Sugar, are you ... are you sure that was ...?"

I'm sure, Grandpa. I felt you're bulge pushing at my bottom. I wanted to sit on it, Grandpa. I've wanted to yank off my clothes and climb into bed with you for a long time. I really want you so very much, Grandpa."

"But, sugar, that would be ... "

"Incest? Yes, I know. But, Grandpa, I love you so very much. I want you to be happy. And I want this so bad. Please let me do this for you ... for us."

Connie started to wiggle her bottom, rubbing her round globes against my cock, which was hard as a rock again. I could feel it throbbing against her luscious ass. I knew it would be weak of me to give in. I also didn't know if I was strong enough to say no.

"Oh, baby, I just don't ..."

"Shhh, don't say no, Grandpa. Just be quiet, close your eyes and hold me ... please."

I did what she asked. I felt her moving - not leaving, just some sort of movement. One arm remained around my shoulders and her head was still close to the crook of my neck. Then she took my right hand again and moved it up, until it came in contact with her bare breast. Again I involuntarily sucked in my breath.

In a whisper, Connie said, "I love to be touched, Grandpa. Do you like touching me?"

My voice was a squeak, "Yes, baby!"

"Then touch me, Grandpa. Touch me and make me feel like a woman. I need you, Grandpa. Please!"

My hand seemed to have a mind of its own. I began to gently massage Connie's soft but firm breast. How can just a blob of flesh be so erotic, so much of a turn-on? My cock, already standing at attention, attempted to enlarge even more. It flexed in my pants, pushing against Connie's ass again ... and again ... and again.

"Yes," she hissed softly. "That feels so good, Grandpa. Please don't stop."

Where did that come from? I hadn't even considered stopping. My fingers found her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on it slightly, causing her to moan in my ear.

"Yes, Grandpa, I love it. You're making me feel ... so very hot. Hot. Hot!"

She held me tighter and started kissing the side of my face. And I felt the heat from her core in my lap. Was that moisture seeping through my pants? Was that me? Or was it her?"

"Grandpa?" she whispered.

"Yes, sweet baby?"

"I need you, Grandpa. I need you so much!"

"Baby, are you sure ... are you sure you want this? If we do it, we can't ever take it back."

"I'm sure, Grandpa. I'm very sure!"

I put my arms around her and squeezed. I loved her so much, so very, very much!.

Using both hands, she turned my head to face her and for several moments she stared into my eyes as if she was seeing into my soul. Then her sweet little mouth closed over mine and her tongue darted between my lips. I responded the same way.

When she broke our kiss, Connie climbed off my lap, tossed her blouse and bra to the floor, then pushed off her shorts and panties, both of which we clearly sopping wet with her juices. Then she turned to me and pulled my belt open. When she unzipped my pants, I lifted my hips while she pulled them off, discarding them in the growing pile of clothes. I kicked off my shoes, leaving me feeling strange dressed on in a pair of blue socks.

Connie climbed back on me but this time straddling me with a folded up leg on each side. We fit nicely within the confines of the big easy chair. Connie put her arms around my neck again and raised herself until she was teasing the questing tip of my cock with the fold of her pussy. My cock jumped repeatedly, feeling the heat of her core, hoping to find her opening, looking for a warm wet hiding place.

Fortunately Connie didn't keep me waiting long. She guided my cock into her shelter and eased her bottom down a little at a time, savoring each wonderful sensation, until she had settled onto my crotch. She leaned forward, mashing her beautiful tits flat against my chest, and stuck her tongue back in my mouth. My hands wound around her, loving the soft smoothness of her back and then gingerly floating downward, along her sides, back to her spine, to her waist, registering the change in contour as I cupped her buttocks in my hands.

At first Connie has smelled of a soft, gentle bouquet of flowers, a mix of roses and orchids, a soft fragrance that seemed to beckon me to follow wherever she went, an odor that tugged at my heartstrings. Gradually, as we became more and more passionate, her sweet perfume became intermingled with the unmistakeable fragrance of hot, needy sex, an odor that filled my brain with more desire than I had felt in years. I was looking directly at my sweet granddaughter, just inches away, but her image was colored with a brilliant red haze of pure lust.

Connie was either more experienced than I would have guessed or she intuitively knew what to do. She began to slowly move her ass around my crotch in slow circles, causing my cock to wander around in larger circles inside her pussy, touching every side of her luscious twat. For long delicious minutes she stayed the course, moving at the same pace, her face plastered cheek-to-cheek with mine while she murmured softly. My hands on her ass offered just a suggestion of assistance.

Gradually she began to pick up speed until after many long glorious minutes she was banging her ass up and down my pole. Eventually she opened her mouth and screamed silently as her orgasm overtook her, rocking her very core.

When she stopped shaking, I took over the movement, lifting her bottom a bit and then letting her slide back down my probe. I had worried that I would cum too quickly; now I just wanted to cum.

When she had recovered sufficiently, Connie got shakily to her feet and pulled me after her. She pushed the coffee table out of the way and lay on the plush carpeted floor, holding her hands out for me to follow. As I lowered myself to her lush body, she pulled her knees back beside her breasts, leaving her pussy open and inviting for my cock. I sank into her and began to fuck her. After a few slow strokes, it was hard and fast, not really loving but lustful. However when I shot a load of hot cum into my beautiful granddaughter's hot cunt and then she climaxed while I was holding myself above her and deep within, it was the most wonderful sex I think I had ever experienced.

We laid facing each other for a long time, recovering at first and then just basking in the afterglow of the fabulous sex. Finally I patted her bare fanny and told her it was time to get to bed, since she had classes the next morning.

I followed her up the hall but she she turned right, I went left into the master bedroom. Dropping my clothes on a chair, I went to the bathroom and took a nice long shower. My bed felt good when I slipped under the light top sheet.

I was about to drift into never-never land when I heard a soft voice ask, "Grandpa, can I sleep with you?"

"Mm, hm," was all I could get out.

My last thought of the night was about how wonderful her cool, naked body felt against my rough old skin, as she curled up within the confines of my arms.

Two nights later, Connie lured me to my own bed and we had a near repeat of our first coupling. She took charge and controlled the action for as long as she could, then pulled me over on top of her until I had finished.

That became almost routine for us for a couple of weeks, getting together every other night. Toward the end of the second week, before I let Connie climb on top of me, I pushed her onto her back, spread her legs and kissed my way down to her curly patch. I didn't know if she'd ever had oral sex before but the attraction - the desire - had become too much for me to resist. I licked all around her inner thighs and in to her puffy outer lips, then gently spread her and delved into her hot red center.

Connie began squirming almost immediately, growing more and more agitated as my tongue explored more and more of her hidden treasures. As her labia and clitoris became bloated with fresh blood, the heat became palpable on my face, like the heat from a blast furnace when the door is first opened, only in miniature form. It had only taken seconds for her juices to start flowing so that they completely covered my face. Somehow the smell of her just drove me wild, making me want to consume every part of her.

When my lips closed around her little button clit and sucked it into my mouth, I thought she had exploded. I had to examine her face for some long moments to determine if I had somehow hurt her physically; she was crying and slapping the bed with one hand, her legs flopping open and slamming closed against my head. It was only then that I realized that my precious Connie was in the throes of probably the most powerful orgasm I had ever witnessed. I went back to licking and sucking her, finding an abundance of fresh juices oozing out of her. Some minutes later, she experienced another climax, although not as strong as the first one.

Then I slipped my tongue down, over her perineum and into her anal valley while my fingers held her buttocks apart. I licked around in ever-decreasing ovals until I finally pushed my tongue against her puckered center. Connie moaned and groaned but could not seem to voice any intelligible words. Again I licked the spirals around her center until I came to the very center. That time, I pushed my curled tongue against the hard closure and felt the tip slip inside. Using maybe just an inch of tongue, I fucked her tight little opening until, once again, Connie was crying out in joy, banging the mattress with one hand while digging at the sheet with the other, her legs trying to clamp themselves permanently against the side of my head. I could feel her body quiver as the orgasm ran its course through her.

That evening Connie was too spent to ride me like she usually did. However she rolled onto her side and offered me her pussy with back entry. I couldn't refuse that. I slipped my cock up into her and tried to take forever fucking her. It was a long time, during which I fondled her breasts and teased her clit and kissed her incessantly. Her climax, when it came, was anti-climatic but mine was quite wonderful.

Not long after that, Connie insisted that she wanted to learn how to reciprocate so she practiced giving me blow jobs. They were good but never as good for me a fucking her sweet pussy, nor did they "shake the earth" for me the way my eating her pussy did for her. Still we kept it in our repertoire. 

Our sex lives for the next couple of years was, for me, truly spectacular. Except when she had her period, we never fucked fewer than three times a week and often as many as five nights, with some every-night-of-the-week occasions thrown in for good measure. So far as I knew, Connie was not seeing any other men, although I did encourage her to date sometimes. She said that she had found what she wanted and was not interested in anybody else, at least for now.

The Saturday night before she was to graduate with honors on Tuesday, we had just finished a very good, satisfying roll in the hay and she was laying in my arms, as usual, while we recuperated. Most of the time we simply lay together until we fell asleep. Not this night.

"Grandpa?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I've been giving some serious thought to something that is really, really important to me."

"Uh, huh."

"Well, I don't want to make you mad at me."

"Oh, baby! Don't you know by now that I wouldn't get mad at you, no matter what?"

"I know you don't ... usually! But this might be different."

"No, sugar, I promise I won't get mad."

"Do you ... still like me?"

"No, I don't like you ... I love you!"

"I mean, after all, we've been fucking a lot the last two years. Are you tired of me?"

"No, baby. Definitely not. I will never get tired of you."

"Do you still ... like what we're doing?"

"Oh, honey, I wouldn't think you'd have to ask. But just so you know, I couldn't be happier."

"Really? You know I love it too, don't you, Grandpa?"

"Well, I thought so."

"I do. I love it. Oh, I'll admit that I've tried several other boys over the years but none of them make me feel ... so good, so wonderful as you do, Grandpa."

"I'm ... flattered, baby."

"That's why I've made my decision, Grandpa."

"What decision is that, sweetie?"

"I've decided to have a baby."

"You what?"

"I've decided to have a baby, Grandpa."

"Really?"

"Yes. I stopped taking my pills this morning."

"Sugar! This is a huge decision. Are you sure you've thought it through?"

"Yes, Grandpa. I'm very sure."

"And ... and you're ... I'm ... uh ..."

"Yes, you are going to be the father."

I pulled her to me and held her tightly. "I think we need to think about this situation, sugar."

"We can, Grandpa. But I've already made up my mind. You're going to give me a baby."

"But, sweetie, ..."

"Yes, I know. His papa will be his great-grandpa too. But it wont matter. I am going to love that baby like no baby has ever been loved."

"But, honey, what about ... "

"I know, Grandpa, but it will be alright." Her hands closed around my cock and balls and began to massage me gently. "Unless you decide that you never want to fuck me again."

Of course she had the answer to that in her hands - my rising cock.

"Baby, I just am concerned ... "

"Shh. Don't be, Grandpa. It is all going to be okay, I promise. Now come over her and fuck me again. My pussy has a big itch and you've got the only cock I know of that can scratch my itch."

My brain told me one thing but my heart and my third leg's head told me something else. I rolled over on top of my sweet little granddaughter and slipped my throbbing cock into her warm, slick pussy. Perhaps there was another baby in the old man somewhere.

End of Ch 04