Saturday arrived. Janet went off to her lunch with Helen. Deborah and Elliot headed out to the party. Deborah said little, her mind on the plan. She wore the same summer dress she wore two weeks ago that Elliot liked.
At May's Michelle arrived a little early.
"May, I need a favor, a special request. The master bedroom. I wouldn't ask if it weren't important."
"Of course, Michelle, but can you tell me?"
"A secret May, secret operation." Michelle replied with a wink.
With the first part secured, Michelle needed to set the trap. Deborah and Elliot just needed to arrive. And she will be waiting. Deborah and Elliot did arrive. Michael greeted them. Michelle greeted them too. She whispered something in Deborah's ear, then turned to Elliot.
"You're a hard man to track down, Elliot. But you can make it up by getting me a glass of wine."
Michelle and Elliot went to the bar. Deborah bantered with Michael, waiting for the signal. She watched Michelle whisper in Elliot's ear, and they headed upstairs. Deborah now knew the plan was truly unfolding. She let them go up, then excused herself from Michael. She took off her heels at the bottom of the stairs, then headed up on cat's feet.
The master bedroom was well separated from the rest of the upstairs. She saw that Michelle and Elliot had already entered, She went to the door and listened.
"Elliot," May said, "I see what you're about. You like to please women. But today I insist on pleasing you."
Michelle kissed him passionately.
"Come over here, we can get more comfortable." Michelle continued.
They went over to to the bed. Elliot said nothing, open to letting this beautiful woman lead. This was the signal for Deborah to enter. She slipped in. The door was recessed, making it impossible to see from the bed. Deborah quietly closed the door behind her.
Elliot and Michelle were kissing and groping each other by the bed.
"Let me." Michelle said. And she began to undress Elliot. "I like this." Michelle said caressing his stiffening cock.
"My turn," Elliot replied, And undressed Michelle.
They continued to feel every part of each other's body's. Michelle then pushed him onto the bed.
"I told you I wanted to please you first. lie down."
She knelt, one knee between his, one leg on the floor. She grabbed his hard shaft, and without saying a word, took it in her mouth, never taking her eyes off him. She slowly worked it... in and out.
"Oh, Michelle!"
"I want you just close your eyes Elliot. I want you to feel the moment. That's it, keep them closed."
That was the signal for Deborah. She had already taken off her dress. She stepped out and could see Elliot, eyes closed, as Michelle was stroking his cock. Michelle turned to see Deborah. She gestured her to take her place.
Now, for the first time Deborah held her father's manhood. Something she dreamed of these past weeks. Michelle prepared to move. Elliot realized two sets of hands were on him. He looked. There was Deborah, stroking his hard shaft. Michelle moved quickly, putting her hands on his shoulders. Symbolically, at least, holding him down. He looked at his daughter then at Michelle.
"Elliot, wait, listen to me. Deb made a slip, and I pried the story out of her. I know now. And you can trust me. And she told me the truth. She told me how she longed for you, to make love to you. And I can see it your eyes too. You want her. That's why we planned this. No one else knows, it's our secret."
Elliot looked at Deborah again. Her eyes were pleading with him.
"Elliot, you said you wanted me to be happy. Please, this is what I want, please..." Deborah begged.
Elliot gulped, then his head fell back, eyes closed. He too, gave into his desires. Michelle quietly stepped back, sat in a nearby chair and watched.
Deborah's sole focus now was to please him, like she'd never pleased any other man. She stroked his cock gently a few times, then brought her tongue to it. She slowly ran her tongue up and down his shaft. In this, the moment she dreamed of, she made love to it. She watched him. She brought her tongue to the tip of his cock, around it, then slowly let it enter her mouth. Slowly, her lips descended, feeling every inch. Then back up again. Her hands caressed his abs. And again her lips descended.
Elliot was groaning now. "Deb, my God... Oh..."
She worked faster now, fingers gently touching his balls. It wasn't long. He grabbed Deborah's head now.
"Deb, Deb... Oh, oh yes... Aggh!"
His cock exploded in her mouth. She swallowed and more came. His sperm, his precious seed. And she did what she dreamed of these last weeks. She made him cum. And in her mouth. It gave her a feeling of satisfaction to bring such joy to him. He felt like his orgasm would never end. But is finally did, and his whole body relaxed. He needed to recover. She slowly sucked on him, however long it would take to ease him down.
"Deb, oh Deb..." was all he could say.
Deborah finally released his cock. She kissed his abdomen, then his chest. Elliot pulled her up and kissed her. These two sets of lips finally able to meet. They kissed a long time. Deborah then kissed his face, his neck. Elliot pulled her up so he could reach her breast. He kissed them and sucked on her hard nipples. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation. Then back to kissing some more, tongues exploring.
"It's you turn now, love. Come sit on my face. I want to make you cum." He said.
She straddled his head. His tongue worked its way in then up to her clit.
"Oh, Elliot..." was all she could say, with deep breaths, as the moment, the reality of her father making love to her came true.
She was working her pussy against his face, his hands on her hips. She looked at him, then closed her eyes from the intensity of it all.
"Oh God, yes! Oh... oh... oh dad! Daddy!"
She came and came hard. She lost control of herself and called him as she always has. She leaned her hands against the headboard, breathing heavily. Her body convulsed as wave after wave of her orgasm swept over her. Finally, it was over. She slid down on top of him and kissed him, long and slow. He wrapped his arms around her. She felt enveloped by this man she always loved. Now in even more ways.
The feelings, the emotions were too intense for words. They looked at each other. Both acknowledging a new level of their love had been reached. He rolled her on her back, then kissed her some more. She reached for his shaft. It was coming to life. She stroked it as she looked him in the eyes, letting her eyes tell him what she wanted. She continued to stroke him as his hand caressed her body, her skin, her breasts.
"Oh Elliot. Yes. I want it. I want you so bad. I want to feel you on top of me. I want to feel you inside me, please."
Her words were overpowering. She spread her legs, offering her full womanhood to him. He got between her legs. He kissed her, then drew up on his hands. He let the head of his cock find her entrance. When he found it, he pressed home, entering her slow and deep. They groaned together in the mutual sensation.
Michelle, was enthralled by the scene before her, one foot on the seat, the other on the floor, her hand working her pussy.
Elliot tried to go slow, but it was too intense. Her hands were stroking his back.
She was whispering to him, "Yes, that's it... yes. You feel so good in me. Make love to me, oh, Elliot."
He was pumping harder now, he couldn't resist. The urge to cum in his daughter overwhelmed him.
"Elliot, yes! Do it! cum in me Oh God! I want to feel you come in me!"
Her words drove him wild and over the edge. "Deb, Oh Deb... Aah... aah!"
He came in her, driving his seed deep inside her. And the feeling of her father cumming inside her, this culmination of their love hit her also.
"Oh, yes! cum in me! cum in me! Oh Dad..."
She buried her face in his neck to muffle her words. This moment, the moment she thought could never happen, was happening. She wanted to take in all of it. Elliot continued to pump his sperm deep into her, holding a second each time as his load was released. He was spent yet still pumped his cock inside her. Her whole body finally relaxed as the orgasm ebbed. He collapsed on her and they just lay there, breathing hard. He looked down at her. She had an angelic smile, her eyes expressing her feelings.
