How Did It Happen Pt 09

Hello! Welcome back to the debauched fantasy world that I inhabit. This is part 9 of a fantasy series I started many years ago. It involves incest, so if you're new to the series, and incest isn't your thing, best to look at one of the other fabulous and probably far more worthy stories on the site.

If you know what you're getting with an incest story, read on!

Before we start, I make no real pretence at realism. I'm going for something mildly plausible. Finally, it's a work of fiction and does not represent my own views.

How did it Happen Pt. 09

"Tell me again! Tell me about her pussy!" Diane panted, and I drove into her.

"You really want me to tell you again about how tight our daughters pussy is?" I teased.

"Or about how you sucked my cum out of her hot cunt?" I growled.

"OHHHHH FUUUCCKKK" Diane wailed.

I pushed my cock into her harder, straining to keep from cumming, my body shaking as hers stiffened and her orgasm crashed over her. The familiar warmth rose in my balls and I pulled my twitching cock from her pulsing pussy, 2 quick strokes with my hand had me spilling my seed across her stomach and snatch.

Stars shot across my vision and I collapsed next to Diane gasping. We lay together, giggling and cuddling, covering each other in our combined cum.

"We should shower" I suggested.

"Later. I want to cuddle for a while. I want to talk to you too"

"OK" I answered with some trepidation.

"I want to do it again" Diane stated.

"We said we wouldn't" I reminded her, insticintively knowing exactly what she was referring to.

"I can't stop thinking about it.... I think about it all the time. I want to watch you fuck Abby sooooo bad!" Diane pleaded, reaching her hand down between our bodies.

Her hand gently massaged my semi erect cock before disappearing between her own legs.

"I won't lie, I love that you love to hear about it. I like the fantasies that we have. I love the improvement in our sex lives. But Abby doesn't even live here anymore, and we all agreed that we needed to stop, in case it got out of hand."

Diane was silent, I knew she was formulating an argument.

"Besides, she's engaged now. It's been 3 years and the wedding is soon." I interrupted beofre she started again.

"I know. I mean I don't want to ruin things, but I feel like I can't control it" she said quietly.

Time does make changes things, but it doesn't eliminate feelings. It took time for Diane's hurt to subside, which I think she masked a lot with sex. Not that I complained, at first the sex was aggressive, hard and fast fucking. Animalistic. She'd growl and demand, sometimes beg me to tell her every dirty detail of my affair with our daughter.

I got very good at talking dirty, and Diane got off on it hugely. After time, it mellowed to something more loving, but still hot and heavy.

We both worked hard to lose weight, Diane's bedroom clothing got more and more racy as she gained more body confidence. I kept telling her that I loved her figure, and I meant it. However, Diane seemed intent on slimming down to Abby's size despite my protests.

As a result, we role played a lot. It would always be incest related, father / daughter was her favourite, but sometimes brother / sister or mother / son. We watched endless amounts of incest porn at her behest.

During that time Abby took the opportunity to leave home and set up in an apartment on her own. I think she was hurting in her own way. But she grew up immensely. We visited regularly, and there were times when it felt like she'd moved back in. But as her independence grew, so did she. The inevitable happened, and she met a man, fell in love and got engaged.

Till eventually, by the age of 23, she was preparing to get married.

I guess like most fathers, I genuinely didn't feel like her Fiancé, Ben wasn't good enough for her. He was about 10 years older and seemed charming enough, but there was something about him that I just didn't trust. He was vague on a lot of things and it left nagging doubts on my mind. Diane put it down to fatherly prejudice. She thought Ben was wonderful, the perfect catch. I suspected she fancied him.

"Diane, she'll always be our little girl and for a while it was different, but she's not our sex toy" I admonished gently.

"I get it. I just wish.....you know, one last time" She sighed, tilted her head up to me and kissed me gently.

"It's not like I don't think about it. I mean we talk about it a lot! I know how hot it makes you" I answered, brushing my fingers over her rigid nipple.

"You'll get me going again!" She sighed.

"As if you need a reason to get going again" I chuckled.

"Seriously though, if an opportunity came up, would you do it again? Would you fuck Abby?" She asked, not letting the subject go.

"I don't know, look at all of the trouble it caused. I mean, if it was with you there..." I finished.

I knew the answer really. Of course, I would. Abby was stunning, sexy and sexually adventurous. She did fuck her own father after all and make her mother suck the cum from her used pussy.

"You'd ONLY be able to do it with me there mister!" Diane said, squeezing my cock for emphasis.

"OK, OK!" I capitulated.

"Wouldn't it be easier if we had a threesome another way? You know get another girl in with us?"

"Hmm maybe, but I don't think it would be the same" she pondered.

"Besides, maybe I'd want another man. Or two!"

"Hmmmm, I can't exactly say no, but not sure how I'd feel watching you get serviced by another guy."

"Who said you'd just be watching? I have three openings to fill" Diane smirked.

"Oh, that's naughty" I answered

"As naughty as slipping your fat cock in our daughters' tight asshole?" Diane breathed.

She was worked up again and I knew I wouldn't get out of this without providing at least one more orgasm.

I pushed her back firmly but gently, admiring her curves, she submitted easily, smirking again in the knowledge that she'd successfully manipulated me into another round. Apparently happy that she'd planted the seed for us to get back into Abby's knickers.

"If you'd seen it, would you have sucked my dick afterward? After it had been in her ass?" I whispered in her ear.

She groaned, pulling my lips to hers for a fierce kiss. I pulled away and knelt by her head, my cock was sensitive, but erect, pulsing to my heartbeat.

"Lick it slut. Lick her ass off my shaft, clean it all up slut" I demanded.

"Yes sir!" Diane licked hungrily, bathing my shaft with the softness of her tongue.

I knew she could taste her own pussy juice, this seemed to spur her onward. I pulled my shaft away and presented my testicles. My wife didn't need telling and went at it with gusto. Her tongue seemed to curl around my balls and she sucked licked and teased me.

To my surprise, Diane shifted, pushing her head between my legs. I was now straddling her forehead and I felt a wonderful joy as her tongue danced across my perineum, that strip of skin between the scrotum and my anus. I was wonderfully sensitive there and the sudden anticipation that Diane might rim me made me feel giddy.

As Diane's tongue slowly made its way to my anus, I reached down and tweaked her nipples, eliciting a muffled moan from her. I quickly made my way toward her streaming pussy. Her vulva was slick and her clitoris was standing proud, begging for attention. Just as I touched her clit, she took the first swipe of my ass. Even expecting it, it made me jump and I groaned loudly. The perversity of that action seemed to send both of us into overdrive.

I concentrated hard on Diane clit as she pushed her hips up to meet my questing digits. At the same time, she seemed to be trying to penetrate me with her tongue. The sensation nearly had me cumming again. I hadn't even touched myself.

I slipped two fingers into her pussy and manipulated her slippery clit with my thumb. My free hand began to stroke my engorged shaft. Diane gasped and made another attempt to fuck my ass with her tongue. I rocked my hips backward onto her face, trying to encourage her. We were beyond words.

I slipped a finger out of her, and ran it down her cleft, searching for her asshole. My finger was dripping with her juice and I gently rubbed it around her tight hole. I was too worked up to wait and tease, Diane's tongue was driving me crazy, so I slipped my sticky digit into her asshole whilst still pumping her snatch with my other finger. It was difficult to massage her clit with the thumb on the same hand again, so I let go of my throbbing shaft and attacked her clit in earnest, going for the quick orgasm.

Diane knew exactly what I was doing, and quickly scooted from under me. Pushing me backward, I landed on the bed, narrowly avoiding cracking my head on the oak headboard. Diane pushed the pillows off the bed and quickly straddled my head, then swiftly bent to take my pulsing member between her hot lips.

There are few things sexier than a 69 in my opinion and I tried to gaze through half lidded eyes at the moist pussy hovering above my willing lips. I gasped loudly as Diane tried to take me deep in her throat. She gagged slightly, then pulled back sending a shock of pleasure through my overly sensitive rod. In an unusual display of Dominance, she then ground her pussy onto my face, impatient with my delay in servicing her.

I wound my arms around her legs and buttocks and pulled her beautiful ass apart. As much to give myself some air as to give me the access to latch my lips onto her. Her pussy spread open obscenely, fresh juice glistening as I craned my neck to tongue fuck her. She continued to try and suck me deeper, but couldn't get any further. Desperate to cum again, her hips began to gyrate and grind, seeking to plant her clitoris into my mouth.

"Suck my clit!!" she growled at me, letting my cock pop free of the warmth of her tongue.

There was no point in disobeying. I adjusted my hands, trying to spread her pussy wider. Her clit was easy to find. Diane had a prominent clitoris and quickly my tongue was dancing over the nub. I was rewarded with a grunt and a hiss of pleasure. All I had to do then was hold that spot, as Diane began to hump against my face, her climax rising, no doubt heightened by the talk of Abby and even the remote promise of another threesome with our daughter.

She was close. My cock was forgotten, not that I minded, I didn't think I'd cum again for a few hours at minimum. I used my strength to push her forward slightly, freeing my mouth momentarily. She mewed in frustration.

"Your pussy taste almost as good as our daughters" I added before pulling her back to my eager tongue roughly. It was enough to drive her over the edge though.

"FFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!" She screamed, arching her back, jerking her hips and griding down onto my face hard.

I held her, just able to breathe through my nose whilst she rode my tongue to blissful orgasm. A flood of juice flowed into my mouth, so much so that I wondered if she'd lost control of her bladder too.

I didn't care, I lapped it all up enjoying the tase of my wife and the ego boost of providing such a crushing orgasm.

Diane was near weeping as she collapsed forward. I retracted my tongue from her quivering flesh, and contented myself with licking girl cum from her thighs and buttocks. Sensitive to my touch, she giggled, groaned and rolled off me, lying flat, exhausted and looking very pleased with herself.

I sat up, my stubble soaked. Turned and lay next to her, wrapping my arms around her heaving form.

"You're a bad man" Diane panted quietly.

"The worst" I replied kissing her forehead.

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Before long, it was only 2 weeks before the wedding and everyone was in a flurry of activity to get things arranged. Abby spent more and more time at ours and we spent more and more time trying to keep her clam as nerves started to hit her.

They'd decided to have the Hen and Stag nights early and on separate evenings due to their work commitments.

The Bachelorette party loomed when Abby approached me quietly one day. Panic etched on her goddess like features.

"Dad, I really need to talk to you" She whispered, looking around conspiratorially.

"Okaaaayyyy" I answered, with some trepidation.

"I fucked up. Like really fucked up. I mean like this is bad!!" She said, a note of hysteria in her voice.

"Whoa there, what's going on?" I spoke. A tear pricked her eye and she leaned into me. I immediately wrapped my arms around her.

"You're gonna hate me. I've put everything at risk" she said through sobs.

"I'm not going to hate you, you're my little girl, I love you, no matter what" I reassured her.

It took time to bring Abby to the point where she could compose herself. I led her to the sofa, trying very hard to ignore the physical reaction that was occurring in my body. Abby's supple body pressed against mine and I felt familiar, unfatherly urges rising.

Sitting down, I tried to rearrange myself whilst Abby snuggled up next to me.

"OK what's happened? What did you do?" I asked.

"It's more what we did and more about us getting found out" Abby said in a small voice.

"Do you remember that time what we went out for lunch and ended up.... You know, having sex in the changing room?" Abby asked.

I didn't need to think very hard; it was one of the wildest things I'd ever done. It ranked up there with the best sex I'd ever had. I nodded, again trying to ignore the lump forming in pants. But the images of utterly losing control, yanking her tiny panties to one side and plunging into her relentlessly flowed freely through my mind.

Abby swung her legs over mine, her thigh rubbing against my tortured erection.

"Yeah, I remember it pretty well too" She answered for me, a husky note in her voice.

"Well before that, we went to a restaurant. Aaaaannnnd I let us get caught by my friend, Janey" She trailed off.

"Yes, I recall being utterly mortified and completely terrified" I answered in my best Father voice. Abby laid her head on my shoulder, her hand resting lightly on my chest.

"It's just that, well" Abby took a deep breath. "Janey will be at the Wedding. She's one of my bridesmaids" Abby finished.

"She's what?! Abby you can't be serious!!" I exclaimed.

"I knew you'd be mad" Abby said sadly. I checked myself quickly.

"Ok, I'm not mad, just shocked that you'd invite her" I said, trying to sound reasonable, yet somehow it sounded angry.

"That's why I came to tell you, I don't know what to do" Abby said in a quavering voice.

"Alright, I need time to think about this. I'll need to chat it through with Mum. Perhaps she'll have a bright idea" I said sighing. Much of the familiar anxiety raised itself in my chest.

"Thanks Dad. It'll be alright, won't it?" She worriedly asked.

"I don't know Abby; you know her better than I. How shockable is she? I seem to remember she was more aroused than shocked."

"Yeah, but she didn't know you were my dad"

We lapsed into silence for a few moments.

"Do you still think about me?" Abby whispered.

"You're my daughter"

"You know what I mean" She admonished. "I think about you all the time. About what we had"

"We knew it was wrong; we got caught. It's a miracle we didn't end up in prison" I added.

Abby caressed my chest, even through my t-shirt I could feel the electric touch of her fingertips. I shuddered slightly.

"I still love you. I'm still in love with you" she said quietly, tracing her fingers down my chest. Her thighs rubbed against my throbbing erection rhythmically.

"Abby, please..." I added, my heart racing.

Just then the front door opened and Diane came in yelling "I'm Home!" Abby didn't bother to stop caressing me. I tried to get up but Abby was effectively on top of me.

"Diane! I..."

"What have we here?" my wife interrupted me, her hands on her hips. Shit. I felt like a little boy caught red handed up to mischief.

Abby lazily looked up at her mother. "Can I borrow him? Just this once?" She asked.

"You're got your own man now; there's no need to try and steal mine" she said

waspishly to her daughter.

"At least have the common decency to wait till I get home till you make a move" Diane added with devilish smile.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I exclaimed, springing up and spilling Abby off my lap. "We have far more important things to discuss" I said firmly.

I outlined the problem.

"Right. OK. I'm sure there is a way that we can solve this problem. Abby how open minded is Janey?"

"I'd say that she was pretty open minded" There was something evasive about that way she said it. Diane noticed it too.

"Spill the beans Abby" Diane said sternly, fixing Abby with 'The Stare'.

"I might have slept with her a few times. She was asking about a threesome with Ben. But I turned her down. She's done some wild things that I know about." Abby admitted sheepishly.

"Such as? What else do you know about her?" Diane pressed.

"I know she's had 2 guys at once, I saw the video. I know she likes roleplay" Abby continued.

"What sort of roleplay?" Diane enquired.

"I don't know everything, but we did some Domme and sub. Teacher / student, nurse / patient, that kind of thing"

"Incest?"

"I don't know, maybe. But just because she didn't say, doesn't mean she's not into it, right?" Abby asked hopefully.

I sat very quietly. I could see Diane's mind working overtime.

"Maybe. There's really only one way to find out though. Abby, let's setup a dinner here at home. Invite Janey. We'll see if she recognises your father. If she doesn't recognise you, panic over". She said pointing at me.

"What if she does recognise Dad?" Abby asked.

"The we go to Plan B" she said narrowing her eyes.

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We set up the dinner on Friday night of that week. I was terrified. I hadn't felt so insecure since I was creeping about with Abby. I went to the kitchen to pour myself a stiff drink.

"It's going to be fine" Diane soothed me. I grimaced as the single malt burned on its way south.

"Besides, if half the things Abby said about this girl are true, she's just as freaky as we are" Diane continued.

"Damn it Diane, how can you be so blasé about this?!" I answered, failing to put my rising panic in check.

"This was a stupid idea. I should have got a haircut, grew a beard maybe! But I look the same now as I did then!"

Diane sauntered over to me, placing her hands on my chest.

"No, you're far sexier. You've lost weight, even around your face. You're more muscled and that shirt is really doing it for you, and for me, I might add" she said running her hands up the back of my neck and pulling me into a kiss.

I sighed into her mouth, shuddering slightly and placed my hands on her hips. She broke the kiss as the doorbell sounded.

"Get the door, I need to change" Diane hustled off, leaving me alone. My heart was in my mouth as I opened the door.

Abby was radiant, as usual, in skin tight leggings and a halter top. Her hair tied neatly into a high ponytail that hung between her should blades.

Janey was shorter than I remembered, but I'd only seen her from a sitting position. She came up Abby's shoulders, her hair was now cut into a bob and coloured a deep auburn. I wouldn't have recognised her, I swear she was brunette with a bun the last time I saw her. Her eyes were deep blue leading to a scattering of freckles across her small nose

She was dressed in a thigh length tartan style flared skirt and a vest top which showed a generous amount of cleavage, without being scandalous. The pure male part of my brain searched for bra straps. None detected.

I allowed the girls to go first and couldn't help admiring them. Abby's ass was glorious. The leggings did nothing to hide her figure. Every single contour was finely defined. I noticed that Janey was well proportioned, whilst not tall, she had great legs. Elegant ankles and calves led to thick but well-defined thighs.