(In Chapter 2, my daughter Marcie and I had been surprised in the performance of our first actual fuck by my wife.)
"I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together," she said from the doorway.
My blood ran cold. Was this the end of life as we knew it?
"Marcie, you've been a bad, bad girl," she said as she stripped off her clothes. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you."
Marcie laid across her mother's bare legs as my dick rose again. "Yes, Mommy."
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Chapter 3
I have never been known to pass up a good opportunity for a blow job, so as soon as I recovered my senses enough to function, I stood beside Sue who was wailing away on Marcie's bare ass and let Marcie take as much of me as she could down her throat. The adrenalin that had resulted from being caught balls deep in my daughter by my wife was still causing my heart to palpitate.
Slowly, it dawned on me. "Did you set all this up?" I asked.
She grinned. "Sure. I knew anybody as horny as you wouldn't be able to resist Marcie very long. She's been antsy as hell around you ever since she started her period. Now that's she's old enough, I thought it would be a good idea to let you to work it out. I knew that you would never do anything to hurt her and you're a gentle, patient lover, so I started leaving early and fucking my new boss every morning before work. Hope you don't mind." She grinned at me impudently and continued blistering Marcie's ass.
"Mind? Why should I mind? Are you going to run off with him?"
"No."
"Obviously, you don't mind if Marcie and I fuck each other's brains out."
"No."
"Then go for it, Babe. Why don't you show Marcie how good it feels to have a woman lick her pussy while I finish painting her tonsils?"
"Good idea."
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Later, we sat around in the family room, still nude, and discussed our new life style.
Marcie picked up the phone and sat across my lap, guiding my prick into her still tight pussy until it was lodged to the root. "Mind if I call Betsy?"
"Of course not," I replied, not realizing why she asked. She called Betsy all the time. What was different about this time? I soon found out.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Jones. Is Betsy there?" My darling daughter squirmed on my prick. My wife sat nearby, rubbing her cunt. I don't know if it was to get herself off again or to soothe it from the banging I had given her a few minutes ago.
"Hi Betts. Guess what I'm sitting on."
"Oh shit!," I thought. "Here's where it hits the fan." I gave Marcie a stern look, but she simply wiggled her cute ass around on my prick and continued to chat as if she were telling her friend about a new dress or TV show.
"Remember that stuff they told us in sex education class? Well, it was all wrong. They didn't tell us how good it felt, they just said the man put his penis in the woman's vagina and ejaculated. Wow! It doesn't sound like much that way, but what if I told you that my daddy has his big dick all the way up my pussy and he's about to shoot a gallon of cum in me? Doesn't that sound like more fun?"
It sounded like fun to me. Unbelievably, my prick swelled some more. Don't know how it could, but I could swear it felt twice as big as before. I knew Marcie shouldn't be telling anybody this, but it also turned me on for her to be bragging about it to her girl friend. Sue simply watched silently to see where this was going. Her hand still idly stroked her cunt lips as she listened.
"Really! You really let him fuck you?"
"Yeah. Mom came home and caught us, too."
"Your mom caught you?" Betsy was astounded. "What did she say?"
"She gave me a spanking."
"A spanking? Aren't you too old to be spanked?"
"Don't knock it until you've tried it."
"Wow! Oh, wow! Do you think your dad would fuck me, too?"
"Why don't you ask him?" She handed me the phone.
"Mr. Long?"
