***** Writer's Note: I believe Chapters 18, 19, and 20 are tightly linked. Many of my chapters can be read as singles. These three are not like that. The three chapters are a complete story line. You will still enjoy this one if you don't read Chapter 18 but you will not understand Chapters 19 and 20 without it as a basis. Nuff said! Enjoy.
FROM DUSK UNTIL DAWN
Sometime before dawn, that time of deep darkness before a new day in which all men seek the peace of dreamless sleep, Spencer's bed shifted as two young women climbed in and slid carefully under the covers. Dark desire on one side and elfin sin on the other. The two little sirens were there to awaken the sleeping dragon.
He never felt their hands exploring the hairs on his chest. He never heard the giggles, the whispered encouragements. He didn't wake to the covers sliding downward. He didn't wake to the two hands that reached into the opening of his boxers. Like men with teenage daughters all over the world, Spencer slept in his underwear. He hated underwear; but, it prevented accidental exposures.
"He's even bigger than my dad," Nikki whispered.
It's pretty big to still be soft. I wonder how big it gets?
"Of course, it is. I told you so," MacKenzie replied smugly.
"How big does it get? I wish I could see it."
"No lights, remember what we agreed."
It gets big, girlfriend. Really huge!
"Yeah. Is it okay with you, Mac? I mean, if you say 'no', I'll understand. He's your dad. And, I know you guys are almost ready to ...."
"We're not. He won't, not with me anyway."
"I wouldn't be so sure; he's getting hard just listening to us talk about it." Nikki giggled as Spencer's cock began to lengthen, even in his near-sleep state. "Uncle Spencer, are you awake?" Spencer never
stirred.
"I thought you wanted to?" Mac probed.
"Oh, I do. Very much."
I would have if you hadn't interrupted us!
"But, I interrupted you and your dad just when he was putting it in," Mac said with regret.
Both hands wrapped around him and twisted gently in opposite directions. "So, what do we do now? I mean, he's still asleep."
"Kiss it."
"You kiss it."
I'm not gonna kiss it!
Then, after a moment's indecision, a set of lips engulfed Spencer's cock head. And, a wicked tongue wrapped itself around the crown and swiped.
Spencer came fully awake as a pair of warm lips started down the length of his shaft. What he didn't know was who's mouth it was.
Shit! Is that MacKenzie or Nicole?
"Now, you try."
Another set of lips rendered the question moot. This one was hotter. He felt his nuts lift. Whoever was holding them squeezed gently, rolling them in her fingers. His cock surged to fullness. Now heavy and thick, it began to raise itself from his stomach.
The set of lips, encasing the head of his rapidly filling shaft, followed it in the darkness. As they did, his piss-hole got probed by a tongue in a way that was way past naughty.
His cock was now hard enough to stand unassisted. Their hands released him. He made a tentative thrust. Unexpectedly, he half-sheathed himself in a small hot mouth that didn't pull back.
"Mac? Nikki?" He reached for the light switch beside the bed. A petite hand intercepted him, restraining his hand. A young woman's body leaned over him and a finger pressed across his mouth in a 'Shhhhhh' sign. "No lights!"
"Don't talk, just feel."
He felt a small braid of hair with a bead at the end of it, trace first up his chest and then across his lips. For a moment, he was twenty-four years old again and back in that creaky old bed with Kayla--Mac's mom.
Well, damn, that sure as hell brings back the memories.
Before he could stop, his wife's name was on his lips. "Kayl...?"
But, he never finished; a delectable nipple dropped itself onto his lips. He took it, sucking just like all those years ago. Then he smiled,
Not Kayla, because it isn't a woman's nipple.
He ran his tongue across it, then teased the center. A gentle bite brought it to something resembling a point.
This is a young woman's or maybe even a girl's nipple. But in the dark, a nipple is a nipple.
He gently released it. "Jesus, MacKenzie, so much like your mamma. And, so different."
His hips lifted, feeding the young woman at his waist another couple of inches of heavy black dick. She choked a little, but he felt her throat start to open. He withdrew most of his cock to let her catch her breath. "So little experience. Well school is out, baby." He thought of Nikki and that red hair.
He had his cock seated almost to his balls. There was no way she could breath around that. He could feel her lips trying to inch themselves down his thickening shaft.
"A little more to swallow than your dad, huh, Nicole?" he teased.
He nearly came unglued when a tiny voice beside him, next to his head said, "I'm up here, Uncle Spencer."
"MacKenzie?"
Fuck! Now I'm totally confused!
"No. Nikki."
"But ..." He reached out into the darkness next to him, finding the small braid with his fingers. He followed it up to her head to the ponytail and long hair. "Shit, I thought. I mean, the cornrow and braided strand?"
"We both got the extensions and beads, Uncle Spencer." She took his hand in hers, guiding it downward till he had it in his daughter's Pixie-cut short hair. Their hands never left MacKenzie's head as he lifted his hips almost involuntarily.
He felt Mac's lips settle against his balls. She had all of him. She was having a hard time with it, but she had it all. Together, he and Nikki held her head there. Mac panicked. She swallowed hard.
Oh my god, there's so much spit!
He's just too fucking big. How the hell can Tammy do this?
"Fuck yeah, baby. Throat that fucker!"
Did my dad just moan, 'Throat that fucker'?
MacKenzie swallowed again.
