1 comments/ 149033 views/ 7 favorites The Postman Cums Twice Ch. 1 By: Wyden Long I went by to pick up my buddy, Fred, to go fishing. We liked to get out once in a while and sit in the boat, telling lies and drinking beer. Fred was a nice enough guy and we had good times together, but the best part of fishing with Fred was the time spent around his sexy wife and equally sexy daughter. Just to watch them from the corner of my eye for the few minutes before we left and the usual cup of coffee after we got back was worth the whole day. Fred's wife, Connie, was just my size. I mean she was just exactly the size that made my dick hard. I'm six feet and she is about 5' 2", with dark hair and flashing eyes. Just a glimpse of her makes my dick dance. I can't help wondering what it would be like to ram the whole damn thing up that hot little snatch of hers and go for the gusto. The only thing that stops me from trying to see if she might be willing is my relationship with Fred. (Not that kind!) If Fred got pissed at me for making a pass at his wife, I wouldn't get to come over and lust after his women. He was my free pass to a lot of fantasies that kept my dick hard many nights, just remembering the way their bodies move. Oh, didn't I mention his cheerleader daughter? When they built that shithouse, there weren't any bricks left over. She was one of those girls who is so fucking perfect that it hurts your eyes to look at her. Just trying to imagine what aspect of her you would change if you had the opportunity is enough to make you cry. Unlike a lot of women who seem to regard an appreciative glance as an infringement on their copyright, both Connie and Julie seemed to truly enjoy my eyes boring into their asses. Without overt acknowledgment of any kind, they would somehow manage to preen and pose for me whenever they were in sight, and always gave me the impression that they enjoyed my looking as much as I enjoyed it. Julie looked even darker than her mother, which always made me wonder if Fred had a little help in the genetic department. Julie's dark good looks didn't appear to have stemmed from African genes as much as, maybe, French Canadian. Those Canadiennes can produce some extremely beautiful women and just maybe Julie was one. On the other hand, as far as I knew, Fred's mother could have looked just like Julie. Oh well, all that really mattered was how much she made me want to try to make up for waiting 18 years for her to become legal game. We were loading the truck when Connie came out to the garage. "You're going to have to take Julie fishing with you, today. I have plans for this afternoon." She had approached us from my back and leaned around me to speak to Fred, who was up in the camper. Her firm tits were trying to climb over the top of her loose fitting chemise sort of top and one of them was rubbing against the back of my arm. I tried to move just enough to feel the touch of her tit flesh against my arm. She casually draped her hand on my butt as she leaned in. I looked down and could see the edge of her nipple, down the open flap of her top. It was obvious that she knew I was checking her out, because she leaned over a little further, just enough to let her top fall away to reveal the entire erect nipple to my greedy eyes. Her hand brushed lightly across my ass cheeks. Well, hell! If it was good enough for her, it was good enough for me. I returned the favor by grabbing one of her cheeks. Fred was way back in the camper, stowing stuff in one of the overhead bins and couldn't see us at all. I got a little bolder and expanded my exploration of his wife's ass by rubbing it very lovingly, all over. When Connie only seemed to enjoy what I was doing, I gradually got bolder and bolder. My hand went further down, to stroke her upper thighs and tested her reaction to my fingers lightly touching her crotch. Assuming that her moan meant she didn't mind if I went ahead, I did. Her hand was now inside the waistband of my shorts and reaching lower. As my heart beat faster and faster, I wondered where this was leading. Fred was still intent on his packing and hadn't bothered to respond. "Did you hear me, Fred? I said you guys will have to take Julie with you today." "Yeah. I heard you", he answered gruffly. "What kind of plans did you have?" Connie was now dry humping my leg. "Oh, you know. Just plans. Hope you don't mind". My hand was now really going to town on Connie's ass. Every time she said the word "plans", her crotch would push back against my hand and wiggle against it. I was wondering if I had the balls to unzip my shorts and give Connie something to play with, right there behind her husband's back, when I felt the pressure on the back of my hand. For a moment, I froze, trying to understand what it could be. Connie's head was in my line of sight, so I couldn't see what or who was behind her. Then Julie spoke up. "Hope you don't mind, Dad. Just think of me as your designated driver. You and Unka Howie can drink all the beer you want without having to watch for cops all the way home. It was Julie who had my hand trapped against her mother's ass! How much had she seen? What did it matter? There was damn little doubt about the fact that I was seriously groping her mother's ass in broad daylight, a few feet from her father. Then a further realization struck me. The back of my hand doesn't have the same degree of feeling as my fingers, so it took a while to realize that it was Julie's crotch against the back of my hand, pressing it into her mother's ass. My back already realized that it was Julie's firm tit that was pressing into it, just left of the spot where her mother's tit was burning a hole in my arm. Had I died and gone to heaven? Was I hallucinating? What kind of relationship did Julie have with her mother that allowed the two of them to make a sandwich with my arm as the hot dog? Was I going to cum in my shorts? (These and many other questions will be answered shortly, dear reader. Just hang in there. In case you are impatiently asking, "just where the fuck is the incest", bear with me.) I saw Connie's chemise flap open a little more and realized that Julie was cupping one of her mother's tits and rolling the nipple between her fingers. At the same time, her cunt was rhythmically forcing my fingers deeper between her mother's thighs. Connie moaned softly and leaned her head against my shoulder as her body began to vibrate. Her fingers digging into my ass were a pretty good sign that she was getting off at the next stop. Julie's breathing was pretty ragged, also. I won't even try to describe mine. All I knew was that if Mr. Ed didn't get out of the stall pretty soon, there was going to be a pretty unmistakable stench in the truck cab when we got on the road. With one quick zip of my free hand, the whole damn thing came bursting out. It's a damn good thing I had worn undershorts. I shuddered to think what might have happened if there hadn't been some sort of protection between my zipper and my pride and joy. My prick was no sooner waving in the breeze than both my companions stiffened. I don't think it was possible for me to get any stiffer, but I certainly shared their pain. Mother and daughter were very obviously shuddering through a couple of world class orgasms, so the least I could do was to join them. My cum shot out in a long arc to splash against the wall of the camper shell, again and again. There was a wide, slick river of cum running down the wall. "Must clean that off before Fred comes out", I thought to myself. What had never crossed my mind was the possibility that Connie would drop to her knees and clean the remainder of my cum from the drooping remains of the place where it came from. Julie stepped up into the camper door, blocking Fred's view while her mother sucked me dry. Her ass was sticking back into my face and when I didn't follow up immediately, she pushed it further back as an obvious invitation. Who was I to disappoint a lady? My expectation of a long recovery process from my previous orgasm was shot to hell by Connie's talented tongue and Julie's offer of her sweet, sweet cheeks. I pulled her shorts down and began to lick all that gorgeous flesh while she carried on a normal conversation with her father. "You don't really mind if I come along, do you, Daddy?" "Of course not, Baby. I guess I was being a little upset about your mother making plans without discussing them with me. That's all. It will be great to have you along. Two hairy asses getting drunk together is not all it's cracked up to be. You will brighten our day, I'm, sure." She was sure as hell brightening mine. I had pulled her shorts down far enough to have her in a bowling ball grip while they talked. Connie was going all the way down to the short hairs on me, while she scratched my balls. How much good stuff can a man take? "Will you and Unka Howie teach me what you know?" "Well, we don't claim to be the world's greatest fishermen, but we'll be glad to tell you what we know. Eh, Howie? Can you hand me the fishing tackle?" My voice came out in a high pitched strangle. "Sure, Fred". "You ok back there, Buddy?" "Yeah, I'm all right. Just had something down my throat." I felt Connie squeeze my balls to remind me I was down her throat. "Is Connie still out there?" "Yeah, she's here somewhere." "Well, ask her when she plans to get back." I looked down expectantly at his wife who was doing such a great job on my prick. She shook her head without taking her mouth off my lollypop. "I can't hear what she's saying, but I think she's telling me she doesn't know." Connie's head bobbed up and down in a different angle from the up and down she had been using to deep throat me. "She's nodding her head, so I guess that's what she meant." She nodded again and put one hand next to her ear. "Now, she's indicating that you should call her later, I think." Her nod nearly got the good stuff flowing again. "Yeah, apparently that's what she meant. She's nodding her head. Now she's indicating that you should remember to take your cell phone and she will call you when her guests have left." Connie gave me a big smile with her nod and drove a wet finger up my ass. I hope she was trying to get a mouthful of cum, because that's what she got. "Julie, baby. Will you run get my cell phone for me? I forgot it. It's a good thing your mom reminded me. Wonder why she can't talk?" "Sure, Dad. Just a minute. I've got some questions I want to ask you before we leave. Mom had something in her mouth and couldn't talk, so Unka Howie was translating for her." "Oh. Ok, so what do you want to know?" "Will there be a good place for me to sunbathe while you fish? I want to work on my tan." "Sure. Bring your tanning oil. Don't forget a towel. The boat surface can get pretty hot on bare skin. You'll be able to swim around the boat, too, so bring your suit." Julie was running out of questions, so she was frantically ramming her ass back against my fingers, trying to get off before her father began to wonder why she was still there. "Oh!", was all she said as she came on my fingers. "Are you ok, Baby?" "I'm fine, Dad. Real fine. I'll go get your phone and my stuff now." I licked Julie's cum from my fingers as Connie licked my prick dry and lovingly put Mr. Ed back in his stall. She stood up, gave me a lascivious wink and disappeared back into the house behind Julie. This was sure as hell going to be an interesting fishing trip! The Postman Cums Twice Ch. 2 (Synopsis of Chapter 1: Fred's wife and daughter had more or less attacked me while he was loading the truck in preparation for our fishing trip. Fred's adult daughter Julie was along as our designated driver.) Julie sat between us in the cab. My mind refused to let go of the images of me stuffing my fingers in her cunt while Fred was stuffing things in bins, not six feet away. I mean, like hey! I'm a good buddy and good buddies look out for each other and don't step on the other guy's dick and all that but, hey! His wife and daughter nearly fucking raped me, man! What was I supposed to do? "Hey Fred, you wife is showing me her tits! Hey Fred, your wife is giving me a fantastic blow job right behind your back!" Yeah, yeah. I know. Anybody else but me would have told those beautiful women in no uncertain terms that the trust between buddies is holy and that they could take their beautiful, hard bodies and wet mouths and firm tits and luscious asses and--- well, fuck you. I did it and it happened. Shit happens. Get over it. Maybe I should tell Fred. Well, maybe not. "Dad, did you know Mom is fucking the mailman?" Fred damn near drove us in the ditch. "Uh, Julie. Uh, do you think that's a good way to talk to your father?" "What should I say, Father? Oh, Father, dear. Are you aware that your good wife is having intercourse with the mail person? I thought you would be upset about what she's doing, not my choice of words. Besides, everybody I know says 'fuck', when they mean 'fuck'". "Well, you're hitting me on both sides, Baby. It's easier for me to respond to your choice of words than to your question." I listened avidly. Fred's jaw was set as he stared straight ahead, not seeing anything but the road, if we were lucky at that. Julie dropped a hand casually in my lap and started rubbing my prick. It wasn't hard to find. It had never completely gone down after the two loads they had pulled out of me back at the house. The head was nearly sticking out the leg of my walking shorts, as it was, and her tender touches soon had bare dick head in her covering hand. "Just don't let Fred look over here", I hoped, unable to move her hand. "Aren't you mad, Daddy?" Julie gave my dick head a little squeeze to let me know she was taunting him. "Yes. I'm mad." "Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Another little squeeze. A few more little squeezes and Fred could be mad about something closer at hand than his adulterous wife. "What would you like for me to do?" "Don't you want to kick the postman's ass and knock Mom around a little?" "You know what I think about men who beat women", he said. "Well, what about the guy?" "Well, uh, your mom and I have an understanding." "Oh yeah? What sort of understanding?" Yeah. I wanted to know the answer to that one, too. "Honey, this is embarrassing to me, to explain this kind of thing to you, and in front of my buddy, Howie, too." "Don't worry about me, Fred, ol' buddy. You know I can keep my mouth shut." (I can keep my pants zipped most of the time, too, but your wife and daughter are too much to resist. Just don't look over here and see what your baby is playing with.) "It's ok, Daddy. I love you and Unka Howie wouldn't dream of violating your confidence, would he?" A flash of pain shot through my conscience--no wait. That wasn't my conscience, that was Julie's fingernail digging into the head of me prick. Trying to make a point, I guess. (If I miss any puns, just stick them in wherever you like). "No, you're right. Good ol' buddy Howie is a true friend. He would never do anything to betray our friendship, would ya, Howie o' buddy?" He reached across and patted me on the shoulder. Damn good thing he didn't pat lower. He might have got a handful of his ol' buddy's cum if he had patted his daughter's hand any further down my dork than it already was. "Right, Fred", I managed, in a croak. "Sounds like Unka Howie is cumming down with something", Julie blurted out while pumping my dick a little more. I don't know how I held out. I know that old dudes like me aren't supposed to have problems holding out after cumming twice already that day, but this was no ordinary day. "Daddy, you never told us what your arrangement was." "Ok, ok. Here's the story. Your mom caught me screwing my secretary and made me a deal. She won't divorce me if I don't interfere with her fucking anything that walks." "Really? You mean Mom can fuck anybody and you won't mind?" "I didn't say that. I said I won't interfere with her fucking. I didn't say I wouldn't mind." "Do you mind?" "Of course I mind. why do you think my knuckles are so white on this steering wheel? It's a good thing we can pretend to fish while she fucks. I don't know what I would do if I ever actually found her fucking somebody else." Julie's nails dug into me again as my balls began to tighten. It's a damn good thing they did. The pain was just enough to bring me back from the brink. "Oh, sorry, Buddy. I was so sympathetic to your story about how it hurts you to have people like me fuck your wife that I let you daughter jack me off within arm's length while you talked. I'm a real good buddy." No amount of conscience or feelings of betrayal or good sense or just plain good manners was going to make me pull my painfully distended dick away from that sweet child's hands. If she had made up her mind to play with my dick, then I should be willing to endure any amount of hardship and danger to see that she got what she wanted. It was already smelling like a cheap whorehouse in the cab of that truck, making me wonder how Fred could miss the pungent odor of the precum Julie was smearing over the toy she was playing with. My only hope was to keep him pre-occupied until we got there. With any luck, he would get out of the cab first, giving Julie a chance to finish me off before we got out. "Did you bring the lures?", I asked, nonchalantly while being on the verge of hyperventilation. (Try it sometime!) "I don't know. Better crawl back there and check." "Shit! My plan blew up in my face. I'm trying to keep him distracted so he doesn't see his daughter playing with my dick and now I've got to get up and crawl through that little window to get back to the camper shell. My boner will be sticking the front of my shorts out like a tent and the precum will be running down my leg. "Yeah, ok", I improvised, "but I'm feeling a little stiff. Would you mind pulling over so I can go around to the back door? Don't think I can make it through that little hole in my condition." "Sure. Anything for a buddy. What's the problem? Arthritis?" "Probably the rheumatiz. You know I'm not as young as I used to be." "None of us is", he mused as he pulled off to let me get in the back. I made noises like I was looking for the fucking lures for a few minutes, then asked, "Can Julie come back and help me look? I can't find them." "Sure, Unka Howie. I'll help you with your problem." She came wriggling that tight ass through the opening to the cab like there was no stiffness in her body. Well, she didn't have a stiff prick to worry about and I did--but I was willing to share. Julie was no dummy. She knew exactly what I needed help with and immediately swallowed my entire problem, balls and all. Ok, ok, I know I can't claim that she could deep throat a prick of any reasonable size and still get my balls in her mouth, but that's what it felt like. It wasn't long at all until Julie had the "solution" to my "problem". (Too subtle for you?) "Ahhh!", I exclaimed. "Find what you were looking for, Howie?" "Yes, thanks, Fred. I think we've got everything we need." Julie gave me a wicked grin with my cum drooling down her chin and got on her hands and knees in front of me before pulling her shorts around her ankles. There she was, her wet pussy lips peeking at me from under her naked ass, simply asking that I return the favor. How could I refuse? (No, don't tell me. It was a rhetorical question.) All I knew was that there was no way I could fuck this child in that position without her father seeing me in his mirror. "Hey, Fred! I think there's some kind of leak back here. The floor is a little sticky. I'm going to check it out." "Thanks, Buddy. Don't get too dirty." "Ok!" I laid on my back and slid under Julie until her cunt was right over my chin. "I think I see the problem. Don't worry, I'll get it licked." "You're such a good friend, Howie." Julie ground her dripping pussy down on my face and swallowed my prick again while I used my tongue to search for her nectar release button. Whereas I had already shot more load than in most weeks of my life, Julie was just now getting the kind of release she had been needing for a long time. I've won several awards in my time for cuntlapping, so she was singing in no time. "Well! You certainly sound happy, Baby. Are you that happy to be on an outing with two ugly old farts like us?' "Oh, Daddy. You don't fart that much. Are we there yet?" "You know it takes an hour to get to the lake." "Just doing my job." When she stopped shuddering, she gave me a big cum-drenched smile. "Thanks, Unka Howie. I needed that." "You needed it? No problem. Any time. Don't hesitate. Just ask. No, wait. You don't have to ask, just don't outrun me. Ok?" "Deal!" "I'm going back up front. Want to come?" "I didn't think you could cum so soon, again." "Funny. I wouldn't have believed I could have a hard-on after cumming four times in the last hour, either." "You have a hard-on? Let me see." "Hey! Let me save a little for some time when your dad isn't close enough to hit me. Ok?' "Ok. You just go ahead and get up front. I'm going to take a nap." Fred stopped again for me, even though I wasn't quite as stiff as before, and I got in the cab with him. "Still stiff?", he asked. "Not as stiff as before." "Ok, just as long as you'll be able to help me load the boat." "No problem. Julie says she is going to take a nap." "Good. I wanted a chance to talk with you alone." "What about?" "You know--about Connie." "What did you want to tell me?" "I wanted to ask a favor." Oh shit! He's going to ask me to promise not to fuck his wife and I still have her lipstick on my dick, assuming that his daughter hasn't sucked it all off. "Uh, what sort of favor?" "You would do anything for me, wouldn't you, Buddy?" "You know I would, Fred." "Ok. I want you to fuck my wife." I couldn't help spluttering. "Fuck your wife?" "Sure. You heard what I told Julie. I had to agree that she could fuck anybody she wanted and there are some people that I really don't want her to fuck. If you can fuck her silly, maybe she won't need to bang the whole neighborhood. This is hard enough on my pride without everybody knowing about it. If she's going to be fucking somebody besides me, then I prefer it to be you." "Gee, Fred. What can I say?" "Say you will, Buddy. Isn't that what buddies are for?" "I thought a good buddy was one who would go get two blowjobs and bring you one." "Don't worry. I've got a steady cocksucker. All I need now is for you to keep Connie satisfied for me. Deal?" "Deal!" I was making deals left and right today. The Postman Cums Twice Ch. 3 (Synopsis of Chapter 2: Fred and I are on our way fishing in his pickup camper. He has just asked me to keep his wife well fucked as a favor to him. His nubile daughter is taking a nap in the back to rest up from the surreptitious 69 we shared in the previous chapter. Go read it--you'll like it! ) Julie's cute face stuck through the opening to the camper shell. "Deal? What deal?" "Shit, Julie! Can't I have any secrets from you? You already made me tell you that your mom is forcing me to let her fuck around. Isn't that enough?" "No, Daddy. I want to know everything. Tell me." "But you're my daughter! Aren't there laws of some kind to keep me from having to tell you my sexual secrets?" "I'm grown now. The law says you have to tell me." "Shit! Well, here goes. You already knew that your mom is fucking around. Now you know why. I just asked my buddy Howie to help me keep her from fucking everybody in the neighborhood." "How can he do that?" "Don't make me tell you, Baby." "Tell me, Daddy. I want to know." "Ok, ok. I asked him to fuck her as often as possible, to keep her away from other men." "You did? Wow! Neato!" Julie wriggled through the hole into the cab. Perhaps she was a little too enthusiastic in her movements, because her crop top caught on a snag and ripped off. I got my first good look at two of the most beautiful chunks of meat I've ever seen in my life. Even hanging straight down below her as she crawled through, they were not even jiggling that much. They looked to be at least a double handful or quad mouthful or whatever it takes to drive sane men wild. "Oops", she said, making a feeble attempt to cover herself as she crawled between her daddy and his best friend to continue the conversation about the friend fucking his wife. "Tell me more, Daddy!" "What else is there to say, Dumpling? Don't you think you should put something else on?" "Why bother? We'll be there soon and I'll be taking my top off to get a good tan, anyhow, won't I?" "Uh, well, that isn't quite what I expected when you said you wanted to work on your tan." "Oh, Daddy! Sometimes you can be so old fashioned. All the girls in my group have all-over tans except me. They laugh at me when we're in the shower. Look at 'Miss Prude', they say." "Don't pay any attention to them. You are an adult, now. You get to make your own decisions without worrying about what others will think." "Good! Then I can get rid of this old top right now." Before either of us could react, Julie leaned across me, rolled the window down and threw the top out the window onto the side of the freeway before settling back between us, proudly baring her tits for us. "Uh, that isn't exactly what I meant, Honey." "Did you mean what you said?" "Yes, I meant it. I was talking about your peers, though. Not about you flashing your tits at two horny old guys." "Why not? You just told me you want Unka Howie to fuck Mom cross-eyed and the reason you got in this predicament is because you were caught screwing your secretary. Am I the only one who is expected to not get fucked around here?" "Damn, Honey! Where do you come up with all that shit?" "Hey! I'm just practicing to be an adult. Don't I get to make a mistake once in a while?" "Sure you do. I just can't stop being the protective dad all at once, simply because you have had 18 birthdays." "Well, get over it. I will always listen to your advice, but now I want to learn some things nobody would tell me before. Why did you pick Unka Howie to fuck Mom? Won't it bother you for your best friend to be fucking your wife?" "Not as much as if it were somebody I didn't like, or some blabbermouth who would spread it around that I can't keep my wife in line." "In line?", she practically spit the words out. "Are you so old fashioned that you think the man is the one in charge of everything? What makes you think you are supposed to keep Mom in line? In line with what?" "Now settle down, Honey. I was just using a figure of speech." "Well, figure this, Daddy!" She bit off all four words as if they tasted bad. "Nobody has to keep me 'in line'. Nobody can keep me 'in line'. From what I've seen of marriage, I'm not sure I have any interest in it. If I ever do get married, it will not be to some dork who expects to keep me 'in line'." "Now, Honey." "Don't 'Now, Honey' me! If I want to get fucked and there is a stiff prick around, then I'm going to get fucked. You can count on that." While Fred and I sat there, stunned by the intent and force of her words, Julie acted quickly. Now clothed in only her shorts, she whipped them off with one hand. Her other hand had my zipper down while my mouth was still open. It seemed like less than a second before Fred's daughter was naked between us, with my rapidly hardening dick in her hand. "Julie. Baby.", Fred implored. "I'm not your baby, Daddy. I'm a grown woman who is horny and sees a stiff prick. You've already asked him to fuck your wife. Why not your daughter?" "Julie", he groaned. "We're driving down the freeway. What if someone should see you?" "So what? Don't you think my tits are pretty, Daddy?' "Oh, Julie." "Oh, Julie, what? Are they pretty or not?" "Hell, yes, they're pretty. What do you expect me to do, lie? They are the most beautiful pair of tits I ever saw in my life. I didn't meet your mom until she was older than you, so I missed her peak of perfection." "My tits are prettier than Mom's ever were?" "Well, since I've known her. Julie, you can't tell her this. You've got me in a real predicament. I'm just trying to tell you the truth as best I can and treat you like the adult that you want to be. I don't want to hurt your mom's feelings." "Too late, Daddy. You caused the predicament by fucking around. Now you've got me wanting to fuck around and see why so many people seem to like doing it. As a matter of fact, I think I'll beat Mom to the punch." She was already sitting beside me, naked, while she jacked her hand back and forth on my proud tool. Now, she simply raised up and slid over onto my lap and guided my prick into the incredibly hot slot between her legs. "There! What's the big deal? I'm fucking Unka Howie, now. What is supposed to be so good about this that it will make Mom want to stop humiliating you by fucking everybody with a big mouth? She rose and fell on my prong, sending incredible sensations through my overworked balls. This girl and her mother had blown my stack four times already, today. Could she do it again? Is there no limit to how much a man can be called on to do? Oh, well. I would simply have to do my best. "Is my pussy tight, Unka Howie?" "Shit, Julie! Do you have to talk it out? Isn't it enough that you are fucking my best friend right in front of me? Do we have to have the sound effects, too?" "You bet, Daddy! Haven't you figured it out, yet? This is your punishment. You asked Unka Howie to fuck Mom. Mom asked me to fuck Unka Howie while you watched. Is my pussy wet, Unka Howie?" "Am I making you horny, Daddy? Is that a gun in your pocket? Does the sight of your daughter's bare tits flopping around while fucking your friend bother you?" "Take your prick out, Daddy. Let me watch you jerk off to the sight of your daughter fucking while you drive. Do you have a big prick? Is that why your secretary was willing to fuck you? Let me see it!" This last was a command, not a request. With a whimper of frustration, fear, anger, lust and a dozen other emotions we haven't discovered yet, Fred did indeed whip it out. "Oh, Daddy, it's beautiful! It's so big and red. Does the sight of my wet pussy riding up and down Unka Howie's prick make yours bigger? Does it make it bigger because you are imagining it in my pussy? Would you like to fuck me, Daddy? Huh? Would you?" "Look how Unka Howie's big dick stretches the lips of my tight pussy. When I raise up, they pull out and go back inside when I slide all the way back down till his balls are almost inside my hot, wet, tight, pink pussy, does it turn you on?" "Is it my pussy that turns you on, or the chance to show me your big, hard dick? Want me to suck it for you? Would you like for me to swallow the head so far that my throat muscles would rub against it when I hum? Hummmmh?" "Be careful, Daddy. You're about to cum all over the steering wheel. How would you explain that to a cop? 'Sorry, Officer. You see, I was just jacking off while I watched my daughter fuck me friend, here. She's checking him out for her mother. I asked him to fuck her for me and Julie is doing the audition.' Is that what you want. Daddy?" Fred groaned and we could all see that he was about to lose it. Julie leaned over in the seat and took her father's prick in her mouth to save the upholstery. I don't know how much load he gave her, and I couldn't tell how much I gave her. I just know that my balls felt like they were full of ground glass, As much as I had enjoyed the fuck she threw into me, as well as the circumstances, the next time I was going to have to find a way to keep from cumming. All of this is supposing that I get another chance, and that all this is not nature's way of telling me I've lost my mind. Who knows if Julie is simply acting out of anger at her father for fucking up his marriage and won't want any more to do with me, now that she has proved her point to her father. Who knows if this episode will bring Fred to his knees to apologize to Connie and his request will be retracted. The first time I try to exercise my right to fulfill a promise to a friend, he blows my balls off with a blunderbuss? Who knows? Who knows when we're actually going to get around to some real incest, here? Some people say that blowjobs are not "sex". I guess you could say that. You could also say that a kick in the groin isn't painful, but your balls would still be blue until they dropped off. Any of you girls out there who think blowjobs aren't sex, log on and make an appointment. I guess Kinky Friedman started it with his song, "Eatin' Ain't Cheatin'". Come back, Kinky, we need you! (Dear, patient readers. Please stay tuned. For some reason, these characters refuse to jump right into the incest bit. Of course, for my money, swallowing a mouthful of Dad's seed is a pretty good start. Watch for Chapter 4. Maybe Fred will get lucky. Or not.) The Postman Cums Twice Ch. 4 (Synopsis of the preceding chapters: It's getting to big to summarize. If the following doesn't stand on its own, then look for Chapters 1-3. You might like them.) * * * * * When we got to the lake, poor Fred looked like a ghost. He had been yanked around by his emotions so much during the drive out here that he just stumbled around in a daze. He was still unaware that I had already enjoyed a hell of a blowjob from his beautiful wife before he asked me to become her lover. He had also watched me fuck his daughter, but had no idea the load she pulled out of my balls was the fourth or fifth of the afternoon. It had seemed like such a good thing to do when his secretary opened her legs for him. The possibility of being caught was a lot less of a consideration to him at the moment that the thought of sinking to the hilt in that luscious body lying spread open under him. When his wife caught him, she took revenge in her own way. I took pity on poor Fred and managed the boat loading and fueling. I had made Julie put my shirt on while we were in the marina, simply because I didn't want to have to fight my way through the crowd if she came out of the truck topless, as she had arrived. She was such a knockout that she would attract attention in a muumuu, but in a man's shirt, unbuttoned, it was almost worse than if she were nude. As far as the amount of attention she got, it was probably more than if she were nude. At least the shirt kept her body from screaming, "I'm available. Come fuck me!" I sat Fred in a corner of the boat and left him to recover at his own pace. The guy who filled our gas tanks kept looking at Fred. "Is he ok?" "Yeah. He just got some bad family news and he's trying to deal with it. Just give him time." "Ok. Is that your daughter?" "No, she's his daughter. She's the one who gave him the bad news." "Oh." I left him to imagine whatever he might and we sped across the lake. "Sit here, Fred. Hold this pole. Just relax. I know you are accustomed to always being in control and things are completely out of your control at the moment. They may always be that way the rest of your life. It's not the end of the world. Just sit here and have a beer while we watch how things play out. Ok?" He just sat impassively. In a way, I felt sorry for him. On the other hand, I was just starting to get a little bit of what he had all along. The only thing he was losing was control, and there were worse things in life. I knew. "Looks like I fried Dad's brain, Unka Howie". "He'll be ok, Julie. Maybe never quite the same as he was last week, but he will adapt. He's a strong, intelligent man and something like this is a blow, but he can come to terms with it, given time." "Well, do you mind if I sunbathe nude?" "Does this silly grin tell you anything?" "Ok! Rub me down with oil?" "Notice the grin is getting wider?" "Stick your dick in my pussy while you rub it in?" "I don't know. See how your dad is looking at your body?" "Oh! Yeah. Maybe I pushed him too far." She spread a towel in the well of the boat where it couldn't be seen by anyone unless they were right on us and walked, naked, to where Fred was sitting. "Come on, Daddy. It's time. Lie down here." She laid down beside her stunned father and took his head on her breast. She hummed a little tune as she stroked his hair, as she would a baby or a pet. She began to rock him gently. I got the suntan oil and handed it to her. She began to massage it into her father, working all over his body. She bent him forward to cover his back and rolled him over to get to his ass, after pulling his shorts off. When she rolled him back over, his dick was sticking up in her face like a flagpole. "Poor Daddy. All he wanted was a little pussy and I've got a little pussy. All you had to do was ask, Daddy. I would have given you anything you wanted. See, doesn't it feel good when I rub the lotion on your dick? I love touching your dick. When I was younger, I used to see you in your boxers sometimes, with the head of your dick sticking out and wanted to feel it inside me so bad, but I was so young and didn't know what to do." "I'm not a child any more and I know what to do now. You just lie back and I will do all the things to you and with you that I have wanted to do for so long." I watched as this beautiful young girl began to make slow, sensual love to her father. In spite of all the times it had been called on that day, my prick began to rise to the occasion. This time, there was no sense of urgency, so I simply let nature take it's course, stroking slowly and gently while watching my friends. Julie rolled and stroked Fred's rigid prick with her oily hands, petting it and treating it like a new kitten. She rained tiny kisses from one end to the other, while tickling his ball sack. Taking the oil back from me for a moment, she applied it liberally to one finger, then slowly slid it up to Fred's prostate. She lowered her mouth to the head and licked all around it before taking just enough to reach the back of her tongue. Keeping up a light suction, she pressed the pebbly surface of the length of her tongue hard against the glans and raked it all the way across him, time, after time. Fred was still out of it, although his body was acutely aware of a degree of pleasure he had never known. Where had this young woman learned such skills? Do they teach cocksucking in grade school now? I have heard tales that junior high school girls consider a blowjob less than a kiss. Is this true? He was groaning now. "Julie, Baby. Oh, my sweet Julie." Tears were forming in his eyes and running unashamedly down his cheeks as he lay limply and allowed his daughter to make love to him. With a tenderness born of true love, young Julie straddled her father and lowered herself on his erectness, inch by slow inch, until it was completely enveloped within her body. Neither one moved or spoke. In a way, it was incredibly sensual and sexual. In another way, it was poetic and reverent. Aside from the strictures of a repressive society, it was as pure an expression of love as sex can be. I was still extremely aroused by the scene, but they were two people making love, not father and daughter fucking. After a long period of gentle rocking, Julie began to raise and lower herself on her father, making little circular sweeps of her bottom at the end of each cycle, to make the end of him caress all the walls of her insides. It was beautiful. Julie's head was thrown back into the strong rays of the bright sun. Her body was arched forward, raising her breast also to the sun as if she were making an offering of her body and her love, which I suppose is what she was doing. It was impossible for me to move or to even be aware of the outside world at that moment. We were very lucky that nobody else decided that the fishing might be good where we were. I felt extremely fortunate to be able to witness such a rare exhibition of love. Yes, I understood it to be incest, but it was something more than that, too. "I love you, Daddy", she said quietly. "I love you, too, Kitten. Am I hurting you?" "No, Daddy. You're not hurting me." "I'm sorry I screwed up and caused all of you so much pain." "Hush now, Daddy. It will be all right. Does this feel good to you?" "You know it does. You don't know how hard it has been to prevent myself from messing up your life." "You don't think you're messing it up, now, do you?", she said with a smile. "No, I don't think so." "Will you cum in me soon?" "When you are ready, just tell me. It feels like there is a spring inside me just waiting to be released. Say the word to me and I will cum in you." "Ok, Daddy. Get ready. One, two, three...CUM! Shoot me full of your sweet cum. Flood me with your juices. Feel mine flowing out!" True to his word, Fred began to spurt great streams of spunk into his daughter's pussy, which was clenching him in waves like a milkmaid's fingers on a cow's teat. I, too, joined in with my offering. My first shot splashed across Julie's body and ran down her chest onto her father's stomach. She turned her head and took me down her throat to catch the rest of my ejaculations. We seemed to go on forever in some sort of misty slow motion. There was nothing frantic about our coupling. Everything happened as if it were a stylized play, miming sex, with exaggerated gestures and real spunk. The cast consisted of one beautiful young girl, one middle-aged man and one horny old fart with a big grin on his face. In fact, I realized that we all had grins on our faces. Fred's cell phone rang. "It's for me", Julie said, picking it up. "How do you know?", Fred asked. She gave him that look that says, "Why do you question me?", and answered. "Hi, Mom. Yeah, I'm sitting on it now. Your timing was perfect. Did you get my vibes? Daddy came in my pussy and Unka Howie came again for me at the same time. It was fantastic! Just like you said it would be. We're over behind Loon Point. Come on over and join us. You can fuck Unka Howie if you can get the stupid look off his face. I'm going to fuck Daddy until he can't walk, then we can go for a swim and do it all again." Fred looked at his daughter quizzically. "You guys planned this whole thing, didn't you?" "Sure. Like it?" "Well, yeah, but I feel sort of foolish, being outguessed like that and all. Your mom wasn't fucking around at all, was she?" "Not like you thought. She gave Unka Howie a pretty nice blowjob while you were packing the camper, didn't she, Unka Howie?' I blushed at getting caught. "Why you shit!", Fred laughed. "I'm raining praise on you for being such a trustworthy friend and you're blowing cum down my wife's throat." "Sorry, Buddy. You know how much conscience a stiff dick has, don't you?" "Do I ever! Turn around here, Baby. Let me lickety split while you bring me up to snuff and we'll repeat the process. I hear a boat coming and it's either the cops coming to take me to jail, the guys from the looney bin returning me to isolation, or your mother coming to screw the balls off my old, dear, reliable, trustworthy friend." I gave him a wan smile and unlimbered Long John for one more round of the day.