PART ELEVEN: Life is Good
CHAPTER ONE, Porter Family Love
Emily Porter's nipples were substantial nubs of flesh placed just a bit above center in dark areolae of about three inches in diameter. They were a mother's nipples placed on a woman's full, sloping breasts. Elaine Porter's nipples were smaller things, delicate little points centered in small, pink areolae that weren't much darker than the freckles on her nicely formed but compact breasts. Her nipples contributed to the aura of innocence that surrounded her. Red hair, freckles, and dainty pink nipples weren't the common idea of lusty sexuality.
Emily and Elaine looked remarkably similar from behind. Putting aside the hair color and freckles, the shape of their backs were identical, and their butts were each nicely rounded pads of muscle that gave their spines a perfect conclusion. The shape of their legs and ankles was the same, too. A remarkable feat of genetics. Emily was a more filled out version of Elaine, a view of things to come.
These were things that Robert Porter came to see after he started sleeping with his daughter. He loved both the differences and similarities between them. He loved their differing taste and smell. His wife had the earthier aroma and was more mature and experienced in her taste. His daughter's scent seemed lighter, less apparent, he supposed, and her taste was nothing more than a hint of womanly flesh. Both smelled wonderful, and, when he lowered his mouth to taste their sweet nectar he was in heaven with both.
After sex, the inner lips of Emily's pussy would be distended for several minutes, hanging fluttered out of her sex like the petals of an orchid while Elaine's stayed tight and ready for more. Elaine's pussy stayed tight, a wet, pink group of muscles taut within the swollen mound of her outer labia.
Danny noticed that about his mother immediately after sex. He liked to lay with his head on her thigh watching his semen running out of his mother's pussy and trace his finger along those extended lips. That was his cum in his mother's body. His fingers touching her most private parts. This was heaven.
Danny also noticed how his mother's pussy grabbed a man's cock and she held him with rhythmic contractions, the movement of her hips, and a woman's unbridled joy in the act itself. Sex with his mother was a wild ride of mutual pleasure and need where Elaine was more passive in coupling.
The Porter men were of the type that was called in the vernacular "nicely hung." Both had straight, circumcised penises that seemed to almost disappear when cold but hung full and heavy when heated. Robert Porter's cock was about six and seven eighths inches in length when ready for action. Danny stood at seven and a quarter, give or take, when hard. Robert's hard cock sported a pattern of veins that stood out in relief on the shaft. Danny's made no such display. Both of the Porter men produced large amounts of semen during ejaculation, a fact in which Elaine was very interested.
Elaine took note of those differences once she had the opportunity for close inspection of her father's cock. She noted how the skin of her father's penis was darker and tasted different in a way. She hadn't compared them side by side, but she felt that he tasted more substantial than Danny. His semen seemed slightly bitter compared to that of his son. Whether attributed to age or coffee consumption, Elaine wasn't sure, but the taste was only a difference, not a preference.
Emily most enjoyed the feeling of a man's semen erupting inside of her, hot and urgent. She had no problem with her husband (or some other man) cumming on her belly or her breasts. Even her face, if she had warning. The dirty aspect of that act turned her on when she was in that mood. Mostly, however, she preferred a man to cum inside of her and then to lay feeling a portion of his semen dribbling back out, and she was pleased to learn that her son held that same preference. He saw no point in leaving a warm vagina and cumming by his own hand unless requested to do so.
Elaine found the whole cum inside business to be great, but the feeling of semen hitting on the skin of her face or chest was heavenly. Elaine Porter dearly loved cum. She loved to rub it into her skin and to taste it. She wanted to bathe in it. Fortunately, her father was of an age where he loved the dirty, visceral thrill of watching his semen rush out to hit his daughter's skin. Their dirty pleasures made them a perfect match.
Emily Porter had never had a lesbian experience until mid May of this year. Since that time, she's had sex multiple times with eight women, and felt ready at any moment to have more. After fighting against the word, she has now officially classified herself as "bi." Elaine didn't feel that she was anything other than heterosexual. The fact that she had gone down on her friend, Cathy, Cathy's cousin, Ginny, and their neighbor, Sherona didn't count.
The Porter women didn't express their love for each other sexually any more than the Porter men did, though that inclination was there in them. They were wary of such contact to begin with, and instinctively wanted to wait. Soon, perhaps, but not now.
At the start, the sleeping arrangements remained the same as before. After a couple days, that changed and Danny slept every night with his mother while his father slept with Elaine. One of the first things the younger Porters learned about the elder generation was that they snored. Neither was terribly obtrusive, neither woke them up, but the sound was there to remind them of their presence in the bed. Elaine found that comforting. Danny thought his mother's snoring was cute.
Those were just the sexual aspects of their new life. The closeness they achieved physically brought them closer in heart and mind as well. They could communicate better than ever and argued less often once they made the family bond complete.
But that didn't turn them into the Burtons. For the Burtons, family love was like an Olympic event. They gathered in a group to play group games and share each other indiscriminately. The Porters didn't see sex as a spectator sport. Not that they never allowed some frisky play, it was just that they were never a family for public display and there was no reason to start now.
That was the Porter family's type of love. That was their new existence.
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Elaine lay beneath her father and watched his face as he thrust himself deep into her. There was a look of complete concentration on his face, and she wondered if hers was the same during sex. She'd love to have a video of them together so she could watch herself. A video for the collection.
She supposed that was how the Burton's got started recording their events. Everyone would like to see themselves cum.
Robert picked up the pace, saying, "Is this good, baby? Will you cum for me? Cum for Papa?" He slipped his arms beneath his daughter's legs and lifted them to his shoulders, changing the angle of his cock within her and hitting more on the roof of her cunt. "You've got such a tight, hot little pussy, baby. My little girl."
"God, Dad. Fuck me. Just like that. Slam that big dick into my cunt, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard, Daddy!" His change of angle made her shiver with her approaching climax, and she could almost feel his hot cum on her face. "Squirt on me, Daddy," she said. "Cum on your little girl. Your little cock whore girl."
"What are you, honey? What are you?" Panting, slamming himself into her and watching her breasts quiver below him.
"I'm a cock whore," she panted, riding a series of little orgasms that seemed connected to their words. "I'm Daddy's little cock whore. I'm Daddy's cum sucking, cock sucking daughter! I love my daddy's cum. I want my father's cum on me! I need my father's hot cum coating my horny cock sucking face."
"I will, baby. Daddy is going to paint your face."
"Oh, yes, do it! Coat your little cunt daughter with cum! I want to see you squirt!"
Robert didn't want to stop fucking her tight cunt this time, but his daughter wanted to see him cum. She wanted to touch and taste his release, and he wanted to show off for her. He loved the look on her face when she watched him pump his own cock and waited hungrily for his semen to come shooting out onto her.
He pulled himself out of her, dropping her legs to the bed as her hands moved to insert her fingers in his place. He threw one foot up on the bed beside her head, still kneeling between her legs with the other knee, and took himself in hand over her chest. And then he watched his daughter's lovely smile become a gasping cry of orgasm when his semen struck her cheek.
