Beyond the Point of No Return
(MMF, mff, Mf, Fm, exhib, inc, oral, anal, bi, preg)
by Art Martin
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My ex-wife was a real piece of work.� I was regularly enjoying what she was offering when she announced that she was pregnant.� At the time, I bought every line of her bullshit completely.� It was only after I had married the sociopath bitch and Gwen was nearly two, that I had the first true inkling of what I had truly gotten myself into.� I had a job with a future, but at the time only a modest income.� Still, I managed to pay the rent, the car notes, the utilities and the groceries.� Lisa wanted more and worked to supplement our income, or more precisely, to supplement her lifestyle.� I was okay with her spending all of her income on clothes, shoes, makeup, hair stylist, etc. as I enjoyed having a woman who turned strangers� heads.� Little did I know.� Oh, I did know that she was neglectful of Gwen, leaving it all up to me and the daycare center; that put a strain on our relationship, but not to a breaking point. And it didn�t help matters that I suspected that she was getting a little on the side, but it was hard to walk away from a girl who eagerly spread her ass cheeks for me when she was on the rag.
As bad as her known character flaws were, the magnitude of what I had gotten myself wasn�t really apparent until after going deeply into debt to secure her a decent defense attorney.� Of course, he was her attorney and not mine, so I was still in the dark long after I should have known the full truth.� Her �job� as it turned out was that of a professional shoplifter.� Not only did she steal the clothes she wore, but she stole other high dollar items that she fenced for cash.� The professionals all said that Lisa was a kelptomanic� couldn�t help herself� that�s what I was led to believe.� But the more I thought about it, the more the numbers didn�t add up.� There were reams and reams of video footage from stores where she had helped herself, and it became apparent to me that she wasn�t doing this crap all alone.� Sure enough, during her trial, it came out that she was part of a ring of some sort, the details of which were rather murky at the time.� She got off with deferred adjudication as she was a new �mother�.� She might have been very good at shoplifting, but as a mother, she was outright neglectful.
As the details of her �other life� dribbled out, I eventually realized that the woman I thought I knew as my wife was someone entirely different.� I confronted her with all the inconsistencies and outright lies. To say that she was contemptuous of me is an understatement.� To say that I wanted to be rid of her, that too would be an understatement.� But there was a problem� Gwen.� Lisa didn�t give a damn about her daughter other than to use her as a weapon against me.� For Gwen�s sake, I didn�t press the issue of a divorce, as the mother�s rights trump the father�s rights ninety percent of the time.� I took Lisa at her word that I�d never see Gwen again and contented myself with seeing less and less of Lisa as time went on.
But things do have a way of working out for those who have patience.� Lisa was arrested again, this time for identify theft, credit card fraud and passing bad checks.� This time they had they had her accomplices too.� She begged my forgiveness and begged for me to get her a lawyer.� I got a lawyer, for myself, and as the court threw the book at her and sentenced her to seven years, I got in my licks too and full custody of Gwen.� Thankfully, we never heard from her again.
The early years as a single father were difficult, but not impossible.� Gwen was an angel and never gave me hard time like a lot of kids testing the limits do.� She accepted �no� as a �no�, ate what was served for dinner and yet had that curiosity about things that all kids have.� Still it was challenge to do everything that needed to be done.� Daycare took care of her while I was at work, but at home, I did everything, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning house, etc., etc., etc. Out of necessity, I cut corners wherever I could, and bath time was no exception.�
Rather than waste time supervising her bath, I simply took my bath with her.� We�d play with boats, sponges and wrecked Barbie dolls.� Along the way, I washed her and washed myself.� I know what you�re thinking, but there were no sexual games played ever.� She saw my dick and my balls and was nonplussed about it; they were just part of her Daddy. When she got a little older, I taught her how to keep water out her eyes when taking a shower.� I hated baths, so that made things easier.� She showered with me until she was about seven and began to be self conscious about her body.� Even after that she barged in on me one day explaining how her teacher at school had told them not to waste water, so to help the planet, we started showering together again.�
She slept with me quite a bit too when she was young.� She had her own bed, but sometime during the night she�d wake up, get frightened and come running for Daddy, launching herself onto the bed and me, without regards for my sleep.� At that time, until she was about nine, I slept in the nude.� She�d seen me nude plenty of times in the bath and shower, so what was the big deal?� Then one night I woke up to find her hand sliding around my erection.� I didn�t say anything; I just rolled over and pretended to be asleep.� After that, I wore shorts to bed.
Gwen asked me about the shorts, and I explained that she was getting older and just as we shouldn�t be showering together anymore, and we shouldn�t sleep together without me having something on.� She asked me about my erection.� We had broached this subject several years before when she asked me why my penis was so much bigger than her friend Bobby�s.
�How do you know my penis is bigger than Bobby's?� I asked.
�He showed me,� she replied matter of factly.
�And did you show him too?�
�Of course, Daddy.� You always told me to play fair.�
I didn�t press the issue of where or when this all took place, and instead used the opportunity to explain the physiological differences between males and females, boys and men, and girls and women.� She stowed it all away and nothing more was ever said until the subject of my erection came up.� Then I told her about sexual arousal in males, how blood engorges the penis, making it harder and bigger than when in a flaccid state.� She asked if women get aroused too.
�Of course they do,� I explained.� �A woman or a girl�s nipples become engorged and erect when she is aroused.��
With that she pulled up her blouse and declared, �I don�t see anything.�
�If you are touched��
�Show me!�� So I showed her.� Other than the giggling, I�m not sure what she thought about that.
Matters stood there until she was about ten.� I told her all about the changes that would soon be happening to her body.� How her breasts would grow, how her hips would flare, and that she would soon be menstruating.� I explained it all in a very professorial manner, concluding that when she did start her periods, that she would have to let me know so that I could get her the proper supplies.� I also told her that when the time came, I would buy her a bra.� She was always a lovely girl, but within a year, she began the transition to womanhood and her beauty increased by leaps and bounds.
Just as she was starting sixth grade, I bought her training bras and panties that were age appropriate.� Soon the training bras gave way to regular bras, bras that that she quickly outgrew and the days of showering and sleeping together were well in the past.�
By the time she started seventh grade, Gwen had turned into quite the babe that turned heads, mine included.� Anytime time now, I thought, she should start menstruating. �Then one night she came to me in something of a panic; her first period had started and she had soiled the bed.� Being the good parent that I tried to be, I reassured her that everything was okay and perfectly normal.� I also immediately produced a box of mini-pads that I had bought and stashed away for this moment.� Gwen had always asked me how to do this or that, but she didn�t on this occasion and sensibly read the directions on the box, relieving me of burden of explaining something I knew absolutely nothing about.�
She stripped her bed of the stained linens and put the sheets in the laundry.� While the washer and drier did their work, I took it upon myself that night to explain that she could now get pregnant and that when she became sexually active, that she should tell me so that I could protect her from an unwanted pregnancy.� She listened, asked questions and promised to tell me if and when she became sexually active.�
Things went smoothly for the next two years or so.� Gwen was a perfect daughter in every way.� Good grades, kept out of trouble, and she helped around the house.� Then came the day that she told me that she was sexually active.
�You are?� What do mean that you�re sexually active?�
�Pretty much the same thing that you mean, Daddy.�
�You�ve had intercourse?�� She smiled and nodded.� �With whom?�
�A boy.� Actually there are three boys.�
�Three boys!� Who?�
�Ummmm, do I have to tell you?��
�If they are much older than you are you do.�
�How much older?�
�You tell me, Gwen.�
�Ummmm, two, maybe three years.�
�And where did this happen?�
�At a sleepover.�
Ever since last year when her friend Traci had moved into the school district, Gwen and Traci had been inseparable.� �At Traci�s?� Traci�s brother, Todd?� You had sex with Todd?�
�Yeah.� Todd� and his two friends.� They were sleeping over too.�
�And where were Traci�s parents?�
�Sleeping?�
�And just when did this all happen?�
�A couple of times.�
�Is that so?�
�Yeah, after the first time, whenever Traci had me over, Todd invited his friends too.�
�How long has this been going on?� I asked somewhat shell shocked.
�Ummm, I dunno.� Uh, since Spring Break last year.�
I made a quick mental calculation.� Since April, Gwen had spent the night with Traci Moat twice a month, five, six months, ten to twelve sleepovers.� No, she spent a lot of time at Traci�s during the summer too, a lot of time.� Gwen had been fucked about thirty to sixty times and I�m just learning about this?
�Did anyone force you?�
�No.� The first time we were playing this game.�
�What game?��
�Truth or Dare.�� Why hadn�t I warned her about that game?
�I see.�
�Well, we were all naked and, well, things just happened.�
Questions such as how many times did each of them fuck her and did Todd fuck Traci came to mind, but I didn�t pursue any of them.� �Okay, first, I�m going to get you on the pill, right away.� Second, you�re no longer going to be spending the night at Traci�s.�
�Daddy!� She�s my best friend!�
�Or maybe I should have a talk with her parents.�
�Don�t do that!� Please!� I shouldn�t have told you!� I shouldn�t have told you!� she shouted.� That was the first time Gwen had ever shouted at me.
�You said I could tell you anything and everything!� I did and now you�re going to punish me?� It�s not fair!� It�s not fair!�� Sobbing she ran from the kitchen where we were having that discussion.
I sat in dazed silence for a moment, then got up and fixed a stiff drink.� For the next hour or so, I drank and tried to sort out my feelings about all this.� Fifteen was a bit young to be fucking, but then maybe not. Kids will be kids, and sooner or later, they will discover sex. Gwen had just discovered it earlier than I had imagined, as I never considered her as a sexual being.�� But the fact that three guys were fucking her every time she went to Traci�s didn�t sit right with me at all.��� My little girl wasn�t so little anymore, and she certainly wasn�t as innocent as I had imagined.� Still, what to do?
After a while and after several drinks, my righteous fatherly anger had subsided and I decided that what�s done was done.� I couldn�t very well un-fuck her.� I also decided that most likely she had also sucked those boys� dicks.� I tried to visualize what had taken place under the noses of Traci�s mother and father.� Of two cute teen girls, sucking dicks and fucking all comers.� �Lucky little bastards!�� I snorted, somewhat bothered that I had an erection thinking about all this.�� Still, just where in the hell were Traci�s parents?�
An image came to me of Traci calling Gwen to come over for a sex party with her brother and his buds, and me, so eager to pawn her off so that I could go out and get laid.� �She was just doing what I was doing,� I mumbled into my glass.� �Hell, she must like it!� I declared to the empty kitchen.� �Like it a lot!� And why not?� Fucking is good for the soul!� Everybody does it� if they�re normal.�
Then there was a larger issue, a trust issue.� Gwen had taken me in her confidence like I had always told her she should.� If I grounded her and kept her from seeing Traci and her brother, Gwen would rightly be hesitant to confide in me again.� That just wasn�t acceptable.� So, I decided to let her continue to spend the night over at Traci�s, knowing full well that she would be banged.�
I went to her and we had another father/daughter talk.� That restored my credibility with her.
I also had to settle on a doctor to take Gwen to get her on birth control.� It needed to be a gynecologist, that much I knew, but I certainly didn�t have any firsthand knowledge of gynecologists.�� Gwen suggested that I should just take her to the same gynecologist that Traci went too.� Gwen called Traci�s mother and she gave me the name and number of a Dr. Tubbs.� I didn�t ask about the sleepovers.
A week or so went by and I had to go out of town for a few days on business.� As always, she stayed with Traci Moat.� When I asked her about her stay, she told me� in great detail. Yeah, Todd fucked her, every night, but one day after school and before Traci�s parents had gotten home, Todd invited several of his friends.� I was stunned when she told me how many friends.� She didn�t seem to mind that Todd was using her and she didn�t seem to have a problem with a gang fuck, in fact, she told me how much fun it was and how cool Todd�s high school friends were.� I nearly flipped out, but maintained my cool.� Calmly and rationally, I cautioned her about being promiscuous and protecting her reputation, fatherly counsel that went in one ear and out the other.�
I knew I should put a stop to it, and not allow Gwen to go over to Traci�s anymore, but with my job and the necessity to be out of town on a moment�s notice, I needed the instant babysitter that Traci�s mom provided.� I needed to do something, but just what, I didn�t know� so I put it off.� Actually I did do something.� No longer did I regard Gwen as a child, but as a budding sexual creature. �I listened and treated Gwen like an adult instead of the naive impressionable girl that she was.� I was awarded for my change in approach and was declared the coolest dad ever, and not just by Gwen, but by Traci too.� That made me feel that I was doing something right as I muddled along.
Ah, Traci Moat!� Pretty girl, long straight blonde hair, blue eyes.� Taller than Gwen by a head and as willowy as they come.� Whereas Gwen was putting on set of knockers, Traci seemed to be destined for a greyhound look; of course at that age things could change overnight.�
Gwen and Traci usually alternated sleeping over at Traci�s house and my house.� The following weekend when Traci was over, I decided that we all needed to have a real heart to heart.� I know, it wasn�t my place to be talking to Traci about sex, but from what I could tell, her parents were clueless.
�You�re not angry about it?� she asked when I was discussing the sex parties at her house.�
�I�m not thrilled about it, by any means, but girls will be girls and boys will be boys.� It�s how we all come into this world, so it can�t be a bad thing.� What I don�t want is for either of you girls to get pregnant or to catch something that you can�t get rid of� like AIDS.�
�Todd and them, they use rubbers,� Gwen informed me.� Traci looked away avoiding eye contact with me when Gwen said that.
�Every time?�
�Well, most of the time.�
�That doesn�t cut it.� No sexual intercourse without using a condom.�� I had already conceded the group sex thing, so about my only insistence was on the use of rubbers.� �That�s a hard rule and about the only one I have.�
�You mean you�re okay with it?� Traci skeptically asked.� �All of it?�
�I can�t stop either one of you from having sex.� But I insist that you protect yourself.� You girls are engaging in very risky behavior that can have some deadly consequences.�
�You�re scaring us, Daddy!� Gwen protested.
�You ought to be scared, young lady.� Use a condom.� No exceptions.�
�You really are a cool dad,� Traci exclaimed.� �My dad would have gone ballistic.�
�If he catches you, he will.� Tell me, Traci; do you and Todd do it?�
�Todd?!� Oh, heavens no!� Gawd, he�s my brother!�
At the time, I accepted her denial, not realizing what a skilled little lair she was.� Deciding that it would be best if I dropped the subject, I made for the kitchen and a cold beer while the girls went scurrying off to Gwen�s room in a fit of giggles.�
I settled down to watch a playoff baseball game on the tube and a short while later, the two little trollops cut through the den and through my line of sight on their way to the kitchen, clad in tight, form fitting lacy silk panties and tank top belly shirts.� Despite the double play that ended a serious second inning threat to my beloved team, my attention was diverted to ogling those two.� Now for Gwen, such night attire was the norm and it never struck me as particularly sexual, but with Traci scantily clad too, it took on a sexual overtone.
I had a clear view into the kitchen and watched them (Traci in particular) as they dallied about pretending that they didn�t know that I was watching.� Fine tight butts on those two!� With the tight tank tops, even Traci�s A-cup boobs looked bigger than usual and Gwen� what a rack my little girl was developing!� A mental image of those two, naked and rutting with a group of boys sent my already hard cock to leaking.� Several times during the game, they went to the kitchen to get a snack or to get a drink, but the real reason was transparent, to show off and drive me nuts.� Maybe I should have stopped it, but I rather liked their little game.� No harm in looking.� I should have called them over, put one on each knee and felt Traci up, but I kept my head about me and didn�t do anything untoward that could lead to serious legal repercussions.� By the seventh inning, my team was hopelessly behind, so I retired for the night and to give my needy cock a good workout with my hand.
Sunday morning, they were still slow to get dressed and I did nothing to hurry them along.� Around noon, they slipped on short shorts and headed for Traci�s for the rest of the day.� That was fine by me, as it gave me a chance to clear my head of dirty old man thoughts and gave me a chance to start on a new book without distractions.
About midweek, Traci�s father, Jake Moat, called me after work.� Now, I�d met the man and his comely wife, Roxanne, on several occasions and they always impressed me as having more money than sense.� Our daughters were very close, but we�d never socialized before, so the invite to join them on an excursion to Lake Johnson was a surprise.
�We�ll take out the party barge,� Jake explained, �tow the kids around, drink a few beers, swim a little and maybe wet a line.� Later we�ll come back to the house, cook up some burgers and soak in the hot tub.�
Ah, ha!� An opportunity to get to know them better! Maybe I could broach the delicate subject that was foremost on my mind these past few weeks.� �Sounds great, Jake.� What should I bring?�
�Just swim trunks and some beer,� Jake replied.
�Great.� See you Saturday.�
�Oh, hold on, Tom!� Gwen wants to talk to you.�
A moment later my daughter�s voice came on the line.� �Daddy, Traci�s mom is taking us to the mall to buy Traci a new swim suit.� Can I get one too?�
�What�s wrong with the blue one?�
�Oh, Daddy!� It�s all faded and it�s really too small.�
�Okay, okay� get yourself a new bathing suit.� But you�ll need to come home to get some money.�
�You�re the greatest, Daddy!� We�ll be there in a few minutes.�
It was no surprise that they didn�t show up for over an hour, but that gave me a chance to think about the opportunity that this trip to the lake presented for me to bring up the teen sex parties held regularly at the Moats� home.��
I was outside, tending to the lawn when Roxanne pulled up to the curb in a convertible with the two girls.� I killed the lawn mower and stepped up to the open car, my eyes immediately drawn to the ample cleavage flagrantly on display by Traci�s mom.� If her top had been cut any lower, those double D balloons would have fallen completely out.� I know it�s not polite to not look into a woman�s face, but�
�Aren�t you the forward one,� she said drawing my eyes upward and out of the top of her shirt.
� I, uh��
�No harm in looking, Tom.� In fact, I�d be disappointed if you didn�t look.� Besides, I like what I see too, a half naked and sweaty hunk of a man.�
Not knowing how to respond to that come on, I dug into my shorts pocket and produced a debit card.� �Gwen knows the pin number,� I told her as I handed Roxanne the plastic card.
�Oooo, we girls can have a shopping spree!� she teased flashing me a smile.
�Go easy on me. Okay?�
�We�ll see, Tom.� Now unless you want to gawk at me some more, we�d better be running.�� She put the car in drive and left me speechless at the curb.
It was late when Gwen was dropped off that night.� She rushed up to me, gave me an affectionate kiss and returned my debit card.� I was going to ask her about her purchase, but she dashed off to her room.� A moment later, I caught a quick glimpse of her as she dashed nude into bathroom for a shower.
When she reappeared, she was wrapped in towel with another towel wrapped around her head.� She walked up to me as I sat in my Lazy Boy.� As we looked at each other, I couldn�t help but wonder if she�d been fucked that afternoon and by how many guys.� Did I really want to know?� I also wondered what she�d do if I reached out and peeled off that towel, not that I would.� I�d seen her nude many times over the years, but I hadn�t had a good look at her nude since she had blossomed.� At that moment, I regretted that I had stopped showering with her.
�Thank you, Daddy, for my new bikini.�
�You�re welcome, baby.� Aren�t you going to show it to me?�
�I would, but I have this big test tomorrow and I haven�t studied yet.�
�Okay, but if you had a test tomorrow, you shouldn�t have gone shopping tonight.�
�I�ll do okay on the test.� I just need to go over my notes and do a quick review.�
I eyed the clock.� It was already quarter to ten.� �It�s late. You�d better get to it.�
�G�night, Daddy,� she said giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
�Good night, sweetheart.� Good luck on that test.�
Her little ruse about a test was effective.� Maybe she had a test or maybe not, but I didn�t think about the new bikini and I didn�t see it until Saturday when we were out on Jake Moat�s boat.
Loaded up, we had pulled away from the launch and were heading toward deep water when Traci stripped off the large t-shirt she was wearing over her bikini.� My god!� There was hardly anything there!� Oh, it covered everything, but just barely, teeny tiny red bottoms that tied at the sides and a top that barely covered her nipples.� The backside of the bottoms was modest by comparison, covering maybe a third of each ass cheek.�
Gwen pulled her oversized t-shirt off next.� The cut of her string bikini was as risqu� as Traci�s, except that with Gwen�s melons, her tit flesh bulged from all sides of the tiny white triangles.� Not only that, but what little material there was, was so thin that her nipples were clearly outlined.� Todd, Traci�s older brother, summed it up best, �Awesome!� Gwen cut me an embarrassed look as I stared at her with my mouth open.
�Don�t they look cute!�� Roxanne gushed about the nearly nude teenagers.� I wanted to tell Gwen to put her t-shirt back on, but I didn�t, knowing that such a demand would fall on deaf ears at best and would most likely provoke a scene. Still, I was surprised at Roxanne for letting them buy such minimalist suits.� From the curbside peek show she�d treated me too, certainly Roxanne had an exhibitionist streak, but to put her daughter and my daughter on display like that�
I turned to say something to Roxanne, but she had her back to me as she let her robe fall off her shoulders.� If the girls were barely covered, Roxanne was not covered at all.� The brazen woman wore a thong that completely bared her buttocks� extra fine buttocks I might add that went well with her extra fine tits.� My eyes were glued to those lovely gluts except to glance upward to the tramp stamp tattooed on her lower back. Then she turned, taking my breath away.� Holy smokes!� Those big tits bulged invitingly from the tiny blue top, and the thin strip of blue material that ran between her legs was totally inadequate to cover her meaty mound.� She pulled up on the waist band and bounced on the balls of her bare feet, sending her tits to jiggling and slotting the material between her puffy pussy lips.
Jake slowed the pontoon boat to idle.� Rising from his captain�s chair, he all but ignored his wife and daughter and focused on my daughter, asking her to turn around and model her new bikini, emitting a low whistle when she did.� �Baby doll, you look great!� he complimented.
He then turned towards me, giving me a wolfish expression with his tongue hanging out while grabbing a handful of his wife�s bare butt.� Roxanne slapped ineffectually at his hand while laughing and moved out of his reach.� A moment later, he shucked his cargo shorts and t-shirt.� I was just as stunned at his attire as I was at his wife�s.� He had a solid stocky build, but was absolutely hairless, wearing one of those skin tight Speedos that emphasized his sizeable genitals.� Not only that, but he sported a gold nipple ring in his right tit!� His wife wasn�t the only exhibitionist aboard.
Todd and I were the only ones not underdressed.� Whereas I wore standard, plain vanilla swimming trucks befitting my age, Todd wore flowery knee length board shorts, except that he wore them so low on his hips that his ass crack showed.� But the board shorts were the only thing he had worn, as he hadn�t bothered to wear a shirt on the trip to the lake.� He was a good looking kid, seventeen, tall with shaggy sandy blonde hair and well muscled like his dad.� One thing I was certain of, it was going to be an interesting day.
Roxanne sprang into mother-hen-role and slathered young Todd down with sunscreen, working it into his skin front and back and never making an issue of his low riders.� Then she did the same to her husband while Todd deployed a two-person riding toy to be towed behind the boat.
Finishing with her husband, she ordered me to turn around.� I turned and she rubbed a liberal amount of sunscreen into my back, neck, and down the backside of my legs.� She then told me to turn around again.� I turned and she started with the tops of my feet and worked her way up my shins and then my thighs, teasingly rubbing up into the leg holes my swimming suit.� Even though my daughter was only a few feet away, I made no attempt to prevent Roxy from massaging my balls and/or pecker, but she didn�t venture that far up into my trucks.� Still, it was quite erotic to have this practically naked woman kneeling before me with her hands in dangerous territory.� As my erection tented out my trunks, she looked up and gave me a coy look that said, �Did I do that?��� Having aroused me, the brazen woman stood and began slathering lotion on my tummy and chest.� Jake who had been helping Todd with the tow rope, turned just as Roxy began playing with my nipples.� Seeing what was going on, he just chuckled and went about his business as his wife took an inordinate amount of time tending to my nipples.� Oh, yeah, it was going to be an interesting day, but I still had no idea just how interesting it would be.
Roxanne left my nipples quite hard and finished by doing my face.� The tease continued as she lightly traced the outline of my lips with her finger, not once, but several times, probing between my lips while she pressed her knockers into my bare chest.� Having exquisitely tortured me, she turned and called Traci over.� I expected her to rub down her daughter like she�d done for the guys, but instead, she handed me the tube of sunscreen, telling me not to miss anything as she took a seat to watch.
As I applied the sunscreen to Traci�s exposed skin, I had quite an audience, the young teen�s mother and father, both sitting and watching as my hands roamed over their daughter.� I tried not to be untoward, but was reprimanded for leaving this little patch of skin or that patch of skin unprotected.�� Satisfied that I had done her daughter properly, Roxanne called for Gwen.
I�ve applied sunscreen to Gwen many times when she was sunning out in the backyard, so I was a lot more comfortable rubbing lotion into Gwen than I was with Traci.� Doing her back wasn�t too bad� but working her front, especially the expansive exposed parts of her soft fleshy boobs was altogether another matter.�
Now this was late September, and Gwen had spent almost every day over at Traci�s during the summer break and like Traci and the other members of Traci�s family, Gwen was quite tanned from spending the summer days out by their pool.� Tanned and with that risqu� bikini, there should have been some visible tan lines, but there were none.� That fact didn�t strike me immediately, but came to me later that afternoon, and after certain other facts about Traci�s family had become quite apparent.
Having practically felt up my own fifteen year old daughter, it was Roxanne�s turn for sunscreen.� I handed the tube of lotion to her husband, but Jake refused, telling me with a grin to �have at it.�� I started with her back; she reached behind and released the strings to her top, so that I could get her entire back easily.� As I worked down her back I inevitably came face to face with the taut globes of her exposed tanned buttocks.� I cut Jake a look as I started on her ass.� He wasn�t concerned in the least; in fact, he seemed to be enjoying watching me rub his wife�s bare ass.� For my part, I enjoyed rubbing that ass and took my sweet time about it.�
It was Gwen who probed me to move on with an exasperated, �Gawd, Dad!� Take all day, will ya?�� She had a point.� I was taking a little too long and making it into a spectacle, for not only were her husband and two children watching me, but my own daughter as well.
As I worked my way down Roxy�s shapely legs, I heard Traci and Gwen taking first dibs on the float toy and then heard the splash of water as they jumped into the lake waters.� Once I reached her feet, Roxy turned and I began working my way back up her legs.� Now I was the one kneeling and before long, I was eye level with her bikini-slotted cunt.� When I got close, but didn�t touch, she admonished me to get all of her exposed skin so she wouldn�t burn.� Well, I couldn�t let the lady�s pussy burn, so I rubbed sunscreen onto her smooth, hairless vulva.� She in turn spread her legs a little to give me complete access.�
Jake didn�t seem at all bothered that I was rubbing his wife�s pussy and instead told me, �You two had better take a seat.�� He then turned around, took the wheel and started the boat forward slowly, taking out the slack in the tow rope.� Roxy and I sat on the port side bench seat where she promptly discarded her top so that I could protect all of her big tits from too much sun.� The boat picked up speed.� I noticed that Todd was facing away from us, acting as the spotter for the girls as they rode the torpedo shaped toy and Jake was concentrating on driving safely.� Me, I concentrated on working over Roxanne�s big tits and working her thong down enough so that I could get to her pussy.� She in turn, got my dick out and gave me a fine hand job.
Yes, it was an interesting day; finger fucking Jake�s comely wife while he drove the boat towing our daughters around and with her son only a few feet away. It wasn�t what I was expecting that morning when they picked me up.� All too soon, Jake cut the motor to idle.� Turning his head to look back, he naturally saw me with my fingers up his wife�s wet twat and my drooling cock in her hand.
�Save that for when we get home,� he said with a laugh.
Hearing his father�s voice, Todd turned to see me and his mother being naughty.� At that moment it became crystal clear that Jake and Roxy were libertine to an extreme.� No doubt they very well knew that Todd and his buddies were banging Gwen and Traci, and if they hadn�t actually encouraged it, they certainly didn�t put a stop to it either.���
Roxanne tucked my dick away and pulled her thong back up over her hips.� Jake slowly circled back and when close, Todd jumped into the water and swam out to the water toy.� After a short discussion, Traci dismounted the toy and Todd climbed aboard behind Gwen.� A moment later I helped Traci climb up onto the swimming deck at the back of the pontoon boat.� With Traci taking up position as the spotter, Jake took the slack out of the line and soon had the boat up to full speed, making turns this way and that.� It didn�t take long for me to have a handful of tit again and it didn�t take her long to have my cock out again only this time she didn�t just fondle it, she sucked it!� A little touchie-feelie is one thing, but outright oral sex with her husband and daughter within a few feet of us was surprising, though I must admit that by that time, nothing would have really surprised me.
When she had half of me within her mouth, she clamped her lips tight about my shaft and caressed me with her tongue.� Still not believing that this was actually happening, I glanced back at Gwen and Todd riding the toy and saw that her top was bunched up about her neck and that Todd had both exposed tits in his hands as he held on for the twisting, turning ride.� While Roxy�s lips slid up and down my throbbing cock, I watched as her son had his way with my daughter�s breasts.� I didn�t last long either, what with the sexual tension and the fact that I hadn�t had sex with anyone except for my hand for some weeks.� With an appreciative groan, my cock pulsed and shot my spermy semen into Roxanne�s voraciously sucking mouth as the speeding boat lurched this way and that.
Having drained my balls, Roxanne tucked my dick away again, her husband and daughter none the wiser.� I had to wonder what if anything had Gwen and/or Todd seen.� Figuring her tits were fair game, I lowered my mouth to a meaty nipple to nurse.� Like with my klepto ex-wife, I loved wallowing my face into those soft, generous pillows and loved sucking on her nipples.� No doubt that Gwen had gotten her tit genes from her mother, even though my own mother was rather busty, but Traci� how did she miss out?� Of course she was still very young and perhaps her tits would fill out in the next few months or years, not that there�s anything wrong with small breasts on a woman.
Jake cut the motor to idle and titty time was over for the moment.� Jake slowly circled around and when close, Traci jumped into the water.� She had to wait for Gwen to fix her top, before Gwen yielded her position.� I helped Gwen climb up onto the swimming platform and I got my next surprise.� The wet thin white bikini clung to her skin and became nearly transparent, her dark nipples showed through like she was wearing Saran wrap. Her pussy was likewise on display as well as the cleft of her ass.� Jake made no bones about being pleased with the results that adding a little water did for her bikini.�
Jake asked me if I wanted to drive.� I couldn�t very well refuse, so I took over the wheel while Roxanne, still topless, took up position as spotter.� Jake and Gwen, they sat side by side on the same bench seat where I had gotten my blowjob.� With Traci and Todd settled in on the torpedo, I carefully took out the slack and then gunned it.� For such a big, ungainly boat, it moved pretty good with the 115 HP Johnson outboard motor. I had expected to be going full throttle, but had to back off considerably.�
Concentrating on avoiding other boats, logs, land, and other obstacles, I didn�t have much opportunity to look around.� I half expected to turn and find my young daughter stripped naked and being molested by Jake.� I wasn�t sure how I would feel about that and taking the path of least resistance, I chose to remain ignorant and kept my eyes on the water.�
When the time came and I chopped the power, I did look.� Gwen was flushed and had a glassy look about her.� She was fully dressed, but Jake was just finishing retying her bottoms that had somehow become untied.� My eyes met Jake�s and we looked at each other for a pregnant moment.� I couldn�t very well accuse him of anything; after all I hadn�t seen anything.
I was still flummoxed and gawking at Jake with his caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar look when I heard a commotion out in the water.� Both Todd and Traci were in the water, Todd furiously churning the water towards the boat with something red between his teeth, while Traci fussed and swam behind him.� Todd reached the swimming platform and launched himself up onto the platform like a seal popping up onto an ice floe.� I still wasn�t sure what was going on, even as he swung his little sister�s bikini bottoms around over his head.� Just as Traci lifted herself unto the swimming platform, Todd tossed her bottoms to the front of the boat.� Bare assed, Traci pounded on her brother for a moment before going forward to retrieve her swim suit bottoms.� I would have expected any normal parents to sternly reprimand their son for such antics, but Traci received no support from neither her mom nor dad.� Indeed, Jake thought it was hilarious.� Roxanne remained stoically silent on the matter while I got an eyeful of that young girl�s fine tush and hairless pubic mound.�
Had Roxanne or Jake interceded on Traci�s behalf, maybe what happened next wouldn�t have happened.� With her bikini bottoms back in place, a very angry Traci went after her brother.� Todd stepped back and turned away to deflect the expected blows.� Covering the back of his head with his hands, he was taken by complete surprise when his board shorts were yanked in one swift motion down below his knees.� It only took a shove to send him sprawling through the open railing gate, out onto the swimming platform and then into the water.� For a moment, Todd disappeared below the surface, his flowery board shorts floating briefly before sinking into the deep.
Needless to say, that presented a bit of a dilemma. There had already been some nudity here and there on this excursion, but now Todd was totally naked and lacked even a shirt to put on.� The boy didn�t seem to be concerned in the least as he rooted through the cooler looking for a soft drink, and Jake obviously thought that it funny.� I wasn�t surprised that Gwen and Traci weren�t scandalized.�
Roxanne told her son to wrap himself with a towel.�� He turned to his mom and said, �Aw, do I have to?�
�Yes!� she replied.� �We have guests.�
�Who?� Gwen?�
�And her dad,� Roxanne added.
�So?� You�re naked, Mom,� he stated, adding with a gottcha-grin, �and you�ve been playing with Mr. Tom�s dick.�
�Just wrap a towel around your waist,� his mother replied in her best get-tough voice.
�Do it!� Now!�
Todd shrugged and took a beach towel to regain the modesty that he obviously didn�t have.� While this was going on I also noticed something else.� Todd had no tan lines whatsoever.� His mother had no tan lines and Gwen, with that bikini she should have had some tan lines showing, but she didn�t.�
With her son covered up, Roxanne turned to me.� She took a deep breath, her bare breasts rising invitingly.
�Now is a good of a time as any to talk about a few things,� Traci's brazen mother began.� �Gwen�s told us how you shower with her and sleep naked with her.�
I wasn�t expecting that.� Before I could explain she went on, �You lead a life at home very similar to our own.� Nudity is not a big deal to us either.� In fact we prefer to be nude when we�re at home, so this is no big deal to us.� I hope you�re not offended.�
�No, not at all.� I�m just��
�Offended?� Jake interrupted.� �He�s been feeling you up and had his fingers up your cunt.�
�Jake!� Behave!�
�Quit beating around the bush, Roxy.� Tell Tom what we have in mind.�
�Jake, not just yet��
Jake brushed his topless wife aside and looking me square in the eyes got directly to the point.� �The simple fact is that we�re swingers.� When we get back to the house, Roxanne and I want you to have sex with us, three-way sex.� Interested?��
Three-way sex?� I was still sorting through the implications of the open nudity at the Moat house.�
I must�ve had a deer-in-the-headlights look about me as I considered his offer.� He turned to the girls and told them to get in the water for another ride, then turned back to me.� �Nothing is off limits with our fuck-buddies, Tom, so if you want to join us, just say the word.� Until then, keep your hands off my wife.�� He then sat in the captain�s chair, cranked up the outboard motor and set about the business of giving the kids another ride.
As I tried to wrap my mind around the revelations of the past few minutes, it was apparent that I had the answer to my question about the sexual activities of the girls.� Jake and Roxanne were very well aware of the teen sex parties at their house.� They not only knew about them, but they may have even encouraged them.� I couldn�t very well bring up the topic now and express my indignation with any credibility, as I had already compromised my position by previously being made of aware of the sex parties and not addressing the issue earlier.� I had in fact, acquiesced to the teen sex, to Gwen and to Traci.� No doubt Traci had told her parents about my attitude�Todd fucking Gwen was alright by me.� Indeed, Todd�s friends fucking Gwen was alright by me too.� The significance of Roxanne�s opening comment, �Gwen�s told us how you shower with her and sleep naked with her,� was also apparent to me.� What she didn�t say, but implied, was that they thought I was fucking Gwen.� No doubt they also thought that Gwen was fair game for a cocksman.�
Todd took up his rearward facing position as spotter, letting his towel fall open, the view from the outside shielded by railings while Roxanne and I took our sideward facing seat.�� Apparently his admonition to keep my hands off his wife didn�t apply to his wife�s hands on me.� She wasted no time in groping me and feeling a positive response, she then stripped off my swim trunks.� �I can�t wait to get you home, Tom,� she purred as she now openly fondled me.� Despite what Jake may have said, he had made his wife available to me and I accepted his gift.�
After several minutes of towing the girls and several minutes of touchie-feelie, Jake cut the motor.� Upon seeing us grubbing about on the bench seat skin-on-skin, he simply said, �We�ll take that as a �yes� to our proposition.�
He didn�t tarry with us, but went straight to Todd and told him to retrieve the tow-toy.� Todd complained that he wanted another ride, but his father pointed out that he could get arrested.� While Todd pulled in the toy and the girls boarded the boat, Jake set the anchor and deployed the canvas canopy to give us some shade.� Seeing me naked with my cock in Traci�s mother�s hand, the two girls merely giggled and went to the bow of the party barge.�
�Let�s eat,� Jake declared.� Roxanne left me nude on the bench seat and went about getting lunch ready.� We had a typical picnic lunch of cold fried chicken, Cole slaw and potato chips.� It was odd having lunch in the nude in the presence of my daughter and her friend, but at least Todd was bare as I was and Roxy was topless.�
My curiosity about the apr�s-lunch activities was satisfied when the girls stated that they wanted to sunbathe before we called it a day for the water.� Jake then untied Gwen�s top and bared her young tits, all the while watching my expression.� Then he untied Traci�s top and discarded it.� What a sight to behold!� Young breasts, even if one pair belonged to my daughter!� The contrast between the two girls was delightful to behold.� Traci, streaked blonde hair and uniformly golden brown skin, with her small, but perfect mounds capped with little perky pink nips, nips much lighter than her tanned breasts, while Gwen, her long dark hair framing her pretty face, her large firm breasts a sight to behold with their fullness and heft, capped with quarter-size brown aureoles and nipples that could put a man�s eye out.� I was familiar with the shape, size and color of Gwen�s nipples, but I really hadn�t seen them sitting atop her womanly orbs.�� Jake returned to Gwen and boldly untied her bottoms to leave her totally nude.�� Then he stripped naked his own fifteen year old daughter.�
I had expected the girls to just dash off to the bow where they could get some sun, but they waited, standing before me in all their glory while my eyes roamed over their nubile bodies.� Jake returned with the tube of sunscreen and set about coating Traci, leaving nothing untouched.� He then handed it to me with the expectation that I do Gwen.��
While my eyes fell to her shaved snatch, Gwen gave me sly smile and stepped up to me, her eyes falling onto my full erection.� I took that as her permission to put my hands on her.� Slippery with the lotion, my hands filled with young tits and my fingers rolled her erect nips.� I spent a great deal of time on those tits while Jake sat beside me enjoying the show.� Reluctantly I left those treasures to �protect� the rest of her skin, but with intentions of returning.� I tried to bypass her sex out of a sense of propriety, but Jake told me to �grease up her cooter too.� Don�t want her to burn there, now do you?�� Of course I didn�t!
It was tempting to do more than just coat her vulva and pudenda, but I stuck with just protecting her cunt lips from the sun and leaving the naturally dark places untouched.�� I made it down her legs and had Gwen turn around, making quick work of the back of her legs.� Sliding my hands around her shapely firm ass was almost as good as doing her tits. After giving her butt a good rubdown, I started up her back, but Jake stopped me.� He squeezed out more sunscreen onto my hand and then taking my hand, pressed it deeply into the recess between her cheeks.�
Gwen didn�t flinch as my fingers slid over her asshole and down to the back of her pussy.� She may not have flinched, but I did when Jake�s hand slid over my jutting, drooling pole.�� I froze, unable to even breathe, with my hand in my daughter�s butt crack, taken aback by his unexpected overt move.
Jake whispered to me, �I bet I know where you want to put this fat boy.�
He released me and moved away.� I made quick work of the rest of Gwen�s back.� She turned and said, �Thank you, Daddy,� wiggled her butt and walked forward to join Traci and her brother up in the bow.�
Jake had just peeled off his wife�s tiny thong and shimmied out of his tight Speedo.� He stood, whispered something to her and then took up position behind her as she went on all fours before me.
�Keep a sharp look out for any boats that might get too close,� he advised me.� We were out in the middle of the lake where a fair chop was enough to keep the water skiers closer to the leeward shore in the calm and smooth water.� It also wasn�t a prime fishing area, as the deep water lacked any structures that fish would congregate about.� In fact, about the only boats that were likely to venture out to where we were would be sailboats and I only saw a single white sail way off to the south.�
Roxy moved forward and nuzzled into my dick, rubbing it over her face and cheeks.� A moment later she was kissing my cock up and down my shaft.� Jake centered his cock and entered his wife from behind as she began sucking my cock.� I had never been privy to another couple fucking and here I was in a threesome, my feverish brain in idle and controlled strictly by my libido and aroused cock.�
The earlier blowjob took the edge off my trigger and I was able to sit back and enjoy the sensuous feelings of her supple lips gliding up and down my rigid sex spike.� The visual feast of her buttocks quaking each time her husband thrust deep into her cunt added immensely to my pleasure.
Jake suddenly pulled out.� Standing he took a quick glance around and then sat beside me.� Roxanne abandoned my dick for Jake�s dick.� Jake nodded to me and said, �Tom, help yourself to some nice pussy.�
I moved behind her in a crouch, taking a moment to glance forward.� The girls were lying on their backs in the sunshine.� Between them Todd knelt, his two hands stroking two cunts, his pecker jutting in anticipation of pleasures soon to be had.�
I raked my dickhead up and down her offered cuntal slit, the hot slick wetness clouding my brain even more than before.� She pushed her hips back, engaging her hot cuntal tunnel with the happy head of my cock. It was exquisite sliding into her slowly.� She lifted her head off her husband�s cock and emitted a low guttural growl born of animalistic pleasure as her hips began to rotate, stirring my fuck rod deep into her honey pot.� Oh yeah, this cunt knew how to fuck!� I pulled all the way out and re-entered her, savoring every inch of penetration.� On the next stroke, I wetted my finger in my mouth and pushed it up her asshole before pushing my dick back up her cunt.� I hadn�t done that since the last time I did a sex job on my sociopath ex-wife.�
I glanced up from watching my cock sawing in and out of her pussy and watching her butthole contract around my finger as I fucked her.� Jake said, �She loves that shit.� Now fuck her hard.�� I picked up the pace and slammed into her time and time again, feeling my dick rutting up into her through the thin membrane of her colon.�
Jake suddenly slid out from under Roxy�s head and moved to replace me.� I yielded his wife�s pussy to him and moved to take up position to be sucked.� Back and forth, Jake and I switched off her mouth to cunt to mouth to cunt and back again, the short breaks between positions giving us both enough time to stifle and delay our inevitable orgasms.� But there is only so much stimulation a man�s cock can withstand.� Happily I was stroking her cunt when the point of no return was reached and then exceeded.�
�I�m cumming!� I�m cumming!� I�m cumming!� I gasped.
�Cum in her cunt,� her husband encouraged.� �Knock up the slut!� She�s fertile, mother fucker, so do it!� Do it!� Do it!�
My nuts rose upwards and the tingling in my dick became unbearable. �Ahhhh!� I shouted as a viscous slug of cum was sent forcefully through my cock and into her pussy.� �Ahhhhh!� I hollered again as the next batch of baby makers were sent on their seek-and-impregnate mission.�� �Ohhhh, yeah!� I yelled in the ecstasy of mating with this lusty willing female. �Uhhhhn,� I grunted as my nearly drained prostate contracted again, squeezing out a few thousand more little swimmers to meet their destiny.� �Oh, fuck,� I moaned as my spent muscular gland tried once more only to throb another three times before it was all over.�
Grasping her hips in my grip, I kept my cock buried deep, enjoying the feeling of her cunt rhythmically contracting around my dick as it gradually deflated, catching my breath and generally buzzing from the best fuck I�d had in ages.� Finally my limp noodle plopped out her.� Jake was right there, pushing me off to side.� A wet squishy sound accompanied his thrusts into his wife�s cum laden cunt while he hurled degrading remarks at her.�
I almost stood up, but I looked up and was surprised to see a bass boat, moving at high speed approaching from the port side.� The guy was out alone and waved as he passed across the bow about twenty five yards away.�� With the solid railings of the party barge, I am certain he really couldn�t see anything other than the heads and shoulders of Jake and me.
Following the passing boat I noticed what was happening up in the bow.� Todd was just rising off my daughter.� Damn, I missed seeing him fucking her!� Then staying low he crawled over to his little sister and pushed his cock in to her face.� Seeing the young girl giving her brother a blowjob confirmed what I had suspected� he was banging his sister too and with the full knowledge of their folks!�
Watching the incestuous act up front was better than watching Jake screw his slutty wife, but Todd spent little time letting his sister suck him before pulling his now soft cock from her mouth.� Damn, she was cleaning him, something I suspected that their father had taught them.
With the show up front over, I turned my attention back to the copulating adults.� Jake�s motions became suddenly erratic and he hollered his pleasure as his buttocks clinched, one, twice, three times.� He rocked back, a long strand of cum connecting his cock to her pussy before it broke, a red engorged pussy that was ringed with white foamy sperm butter, freshly churned from my cum.� To my surprise, Jake leaned into her and licked at her pussy.
He rocked back again and stood, his face flecked with cum residues.� �Hey, darling,� he suddenly blurted.� I turned and saw Gwen as she was passing behind us.� �You�ve got something running down your legs!� he hooted with a laugh.� �Better get cleaned up before your daddy sees what a naughty girl you�ve been.�
Poor Gwen, she looked at me with this pained expression and turned bright red. Todd was right behind her, and took her hand and pulled her off into the water with him, saving her any further grief.� Shortly all six of us were in the water skinny dipping and cleaning up, hanging onto life vests to keep from tiring too quickly, diving off the swimming platform, drinking beer (adults only) and generally having a good time.� A couple of boats passed close by while we were in the water, but of course they couldn�t tell that we were all nude.
After an hour or so of swimming, we all gathered back in the boat, bone tired.� Jake announced that we were heading back in and for everyone to put some clothes on.� The girls donned their bikini bottoms and pulled on their t-shirts, while Jake and I merely slipped on our trunks.� Todd, of course had nothing to put on other than wrapping a beach towel around his waist.
I must admit that was impressed with Todd.� He pitched in without being told and helped his dad unload the boat and put it on the trailer.� As Jake was securing the boat on the trailer, Traci struck a blow to her big brother by yanking his towel off and running off with it.� Many people were milling about doing this and that and several witnessed the prank.� Todd quickly jumped into the back seat of the Suburban.� We left soon after that, with everyone in good spirits, and a very naked teenage man-boy sitting between the two girls.
We dropped off the boat and trailer at a boat storage near the lake and then headed to the Moat home.� A game of grab-the-willy broke out in back and soon Todd had both Traci and Gwen topless and then bottomless, playing his own game of titty grab.� Jake and Roxanne pretty much ignored the rowdy kids in back.� And why not?� With the heavily tinted windows, no passing observer could see what was happening in the back, except for me and Roxy if she cared to look.�
Jake pulled into the garage of his large home and once the garage door was down, the naked kids piled out with Todd sporting an erection.� He didn�t have much of a chance to get that taken care of as his father had him hauling ice chests and life vests into the house while the girls hauled in the towels and their clothes.�
Soon we were all out on the patio and/or in the pool.� I was immediately admonished for breaking the house rules of no clothing out by the pool.� Noting the absolute privacy afforded by the eight foot privacy fence, I shucked my trunks for what turned out to be the remainder of the weekend.�
Jake produced cold beers and fired up the gas grill to cook hamburgers.� Roxy came out with the burgers and joined us, rubbing her bare hooters into my bare back and feeling me up from behind.� �You�re invited to spend the night and party with us,� she cooed as she tickled my low hanging balls.� Naturally I accepted the invitation.�
The patio dinner was just fine and I was quite mellow with a good beer buzz.� The kids disappeared inside to watch a movie (anything to get away from the adults), never to be seen again until the next day, leaving the three of us to ourselves.� I was offered desert and giving into my weakness for chocolate, unsuspectingly I accepted a brownie from the can that Roxanne held open for me.� Soon thereafter, we were having a howling good time in the spa, playing grab the titty and other fun games.� I correctly guessed the truth about the brownies with a snicker� I hadn�t messed with that shit since college, but I still recognized the good feelings.� No matter, tonight was a night to party and indulge in debauchery!
Sometime after nine, Jake suggested that we retire for the evening and get it on.� Centerpiece of their bedroom was a king sized canopy bed with a large mirror forming the headboard.� Roxy quickly stripped off the royal blue and gold brocaded comforter down to the pink satin sheets, while Jake set about discarding the overabundance of throw pillows that took up most of the bed, while leaving the sleeping pillows and a curious wedge-shaped pillow.�� While my hosts for tonight�s little orgy prepared the arena upon which numerous sex acts would be performed before we all passed out from exhaustion, I noted the restraints hanging from the four bed posts.����
Roxy sprawled out on the luxurious bed, hefting her double-D tits in invitation for us to join her. I made a move to join her, but Jake caught me by the arm.� �Here, use this,� he said as he handed me a thick strip of cloth about eight inches long. Upon examination I saw that it was basically a strip of Velcro.� �Put this around the base of your dick and under your nut sack,� he told me as he demonstrated.� �You want it snug but not too tight.�
�What the fuck is this for?� I asked suspiciously.�
�Put it on when you�re soft and you�ll keep a hard-on until you release it,� he said.� �But don�t overdo it.� Just and hour or so at a time.� Otherwise your dick might fall off from lack of oxygen.�
I�d heard all about priapism and the four-hour hard-on warnings on the tube during ED commercials.� Basically this was the same thing.� As the cock engorges, the strap tightens and prevents blood from draining out the erectile tissue.� At the proper tightness, ejaculation is possible.� Too tight and a) it hurts like hell while your dick pumps up and/or b) you can�t ejaculate.
�You want it comfortable with a boner.� When you ejaculate, you won�t go soft if it�s tight enough," Jake explained.� "If you don�t get it tight enough to begin with, you�ll lose your erection during the normal course of sex.� Best thing is, if you get it just right and it�s comfortable, but you can�t ejaculate� you�re in for a real experience.� How does a mind bending orgasm every few minutes sound?�
�You�re shitting me,� I slurred in disbelief.�
�No, I�m not.� But we won�t try for multiple orgasms tonight, let�s just get you where you stay nice and hard, okay?�
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.� I was loaded and fucked up enough to try anything.� After all, if he was comfortable with putting that thing around his dick�� I put it on nice and snug and joined him with his waiting wife who, impatient with her dawdling lovers, was finger fucking herself to get her motor humming.� I went right for those incredible breasts, taking two generous handfuls with plenty of tit to spare and attacking her erect meaty nipple with my mouth. Jake meanwhile set her hips up on the wedge, lifting her pussy to be serviced.� He went down on her, substituting his tongue for her fingers.� Within moments she was squirming around on the bed, ready to be fucked until she passed out.�
I felt my boner growing against the satin sheets.� The strap got tighter and tighter.� I squirmed in discomfort and then the pain set in.� �Ah fuck,� I cursed, leaving my all natural pacifier and rolling onto my back.� The pain increased and I clawed at the strap until I was able to release it.�
Jake�s head popped up from between Roxanne�s legs. �Too tight, huh?�� I fumbled about trying to reset the strap but Jake told me not to waste my time.� �You need to be soft when you put it on,� he counseled.�
I ignored him and cinched it up tight around my balls and boner.� It seemed tight and very comfortable now, so I was ready to reengage Roxy�s tits, but before I did, something overhead caught my eye.� I looked up and saw the reflection of the three of us in the mirrored canopy, the center of the lurid live tableau was Roxanne, squirming in pleasure as her husband brought her off on his tongue. Fascinated I stared up into the mirrors and watched him eating his wife out.�
�You want first shot at her cunt?� I heard him ask.�
That�s what I was here for!� I scrambled between her splayed legs, her cunt hiked several inches off the mattress by the wedge-shaped pillow. I scooted up on my knees, lifting her legs under her thighs and found her cunt at the perfect height for entry.� I paused looking at her voluptuous body from two angles and in the mirror at the head of the bed saw myself ready to fuck her.� Looking up, I saw me looking down at myself, but also saw my stiff pecker poised at the doorway to heaven.��
It had been several hours since we fucked on the boat out in the lake, but suddenly something that Jake had said came back to me, �Knock her up!�� Was he serious? Was she fertile and unprotected?� Maybe, maybe not, but if she was, I was ready to plant the seed.� Heedless of the possible consequences, I pushed into her nice and slow.
�Yesssss,� she hissed as she rotated her hips.� �I just love your big fat dick in my pussy!��
I am rather thick with a girth just over 6 inches around and with a head that is somewhat blunt, but I�m not unusually long at about 7 inches.� Some women have said it was like being fucked with a baseball bat, but they all seemed to like it once the pounding began.� As a result, I always tried to enter slowly at first, so as not to make it uncomfortable for them.� The thickness they would adjust to soon enough.� Jake on the other hand, wasn�t nearly as thick as I was, maybe 5 and a half inches around, but he had me by an inch in length and had an arrow-like glans that I�m sure sliced into a pussy with minimal resistance.�
I suppose the disparate physiology of our cocks complimented each other, but you�d have thought that he�d go first to pave the way.� Truth was, Jake loved sloppy seconds and loved cream pies, whatever their origins.� Having fucked her a few hours before, I found her cunt tube quite accommodating and much sooner than with a fresh puss, I was wailing away at her with gusto; enjoying the sight of her big melons flopping about; enjoying the sight of her hairless cuntal lips stretched tightly about my dick, inverting into her and pulling out as the length of my cock disappeared and reappeared; and enjoying the fuck show starring me in the mirror.�
I suppose I should have thought it odd that Jake remained lurking behind me, but I suspected nothing until I felt his hand slide down the crack of my ass, past my anus to tickle and molest my swinging testicles, the heal of his hand rubbing my asshole.� Maybe I should have told him to knock it off then, but my befuddled brain, functioning on alcohol, magic brownies and sex, only registered it as an unfamiliar, yet pleasant feeling.� It really didn�t register that it was him molesting me until he reached around to rub my nipple.� In the mirror I couldn�t see the hand taking liberties with my backside, but I could see the hand rubbing my hairy chest, and I could see him looking over my shoulder and looking me in the eye.� Still, I kept fucking his wife, making no protest, just disbelieving that he was doing what he was doing.�� I felt a finger trying to worm up my ass.� That was enough!� Enough to cause me to shoot off that is.�
As soon as I could (much too long I might add), I pulled my dick from her smoking hot snatch while the last diminishing orgasmic pulses sent the last dredges of semen oozing from my prick.� At the same time I rolled over and off to the side and away from Jake�s wayward and violating hands.� He was grinning ear to ear at me as he slipped into the goo I had left behind in his wife�s twat.� He thrust once, pulled out and wiped his dick with his hand and then licked his fingers.� He entered her again, pulled out and did the same.� He then sank back into her and leaning over, he reached out and tugged on the strap around my now diminished gooey dick and balls.� �See, I told you it wouldn�t do any good.� It was too loose.� Go ahead and snug it up, but not as tight as you did before.�� Then he returned to the task of fucking his freshly fucked wife.
We changed our positions several times, until I was fucking her doggie style while she sucked Jake's cock.� Then we switched off again.� Several minutes later, I watched his face scrunch up in what appeared to be total agony, his face so red that I thought he�d pop an artery, the sounds he uttered totally undecipherable as his body jerked.� Then he pulled out, steadying himself as his chest heaved and he gulped air.� With a final sigh, he flipped his wife onto her tummy and went after her again.� Again his sweat covered face reddened and contorted as he jerked about muttering,�� His face returned to more or less normal and he shook his head as if to clear it.� He pulled out and stood on the bed, his cock still rigid and looking like it would burst despite having what appeared to be two orgasms in just a few minutes.
�Oh, fuck, yeah!� Just right!� Just right!� he declared.
Then he grabbed Roxanne by the ankles, pulling her down the bed and flipping her back onto her back.� Hoisting one ankle high he took a restraint placed high on a bedpost and secured her ankle. Then he pulled the other leg towards the opposite bedpost, secured her ankle to the matching restraint and took out the slack leaving her spread legged and practically upside down resting on her shoulders.� He stepped up into the slot and put it to her again half strung up. Roxanne was squealing in delight, her hands tearing at the sheets as her husband fucked her in this kinky position.
By that time he�d made me a believer in his cock straps.� I tightened the strap around my cock and balls, but not as tight as I had at first.�Flogging myself to hardness, I watched as he had yet another orgasm.� Only this time he cried out, pulled out of his wife and ripped the strap loose.� Like a gun discharging, a huge wad of jiz shot from his swollen sex pistol clear across the bed to splatter on the mirror.� Admittedly it landed low on the mirror, but it was an incredibly forceful ejaculation.� He crumpled between her legs, his cock lobbing wads of cum like it was a Roman candle, one of which hit me on the thigh.�
I was ready to take his place.� Ducking under her bound legs, I straddled Jake as he sat gasping for breath, found my mark and slammed into her.� She howled in pleasure as I began fucking her hard.� With my thumb strumming her clit, she peaked and peaked and peaked while I fucked and fucked and fucked.� I became aware of the strong hand up between my legs and pulled out.� I released her legs, bodily dragged her limp body back up the bed, pushed her legs up until her knees were in her tits and continued to ravish her to the core.�
Her husband watched from the side as I fucked her.� Then he wanted something different, and pushing my hands away and off her lower thighs, he lowered her legs while I continued rutting, holding my weight off of her with my arms.� Jake wanted in on the action and moved his groin over her head.� I saw what he wanted and lifted an arm to allow him to mount her face.� Now instead of her sweating face twisted with lust to look at, I had his butt to look at and could have kissed it if so inclined.� I wasn�t so inclined, but I did watch it up close humping away.�
For some reason I got this childish idea about payback.� Balancing with one hand, I stuck my free hand into his butt expecting him to jump.� He didn�t jump.� He looked over his shoulder and told me to �stick it up my ass.�� I didn�t and removed my hand promptly with only smelly fingers to show for my effort.�
Jake rolled off her face and I rolled her the other way with her on top, so I could play with her tits while we fucked.� She was very animated on top, bouncing up and down and really giving my prong a working over while I rested and let her do all the work.� She was leaning forward slightly and the view of her curved back and shapely ass in the overhead mirror was enticing.� I enjoyed it while it lasted because my overhead view was blocked as Jake straddled me and feed his dick to his wife.� That in itself was an interesting view up between his legs, his ball sack swinging as his cock pumped into her mouth, spittle dripping from her chin and falling onto my chest and neck.� I could also see the strap as it wrapped around under his ball sack and choked the base of his dick.� Then he was pulsating between his legs and pulsing along his bulging cock tube, he pulled out from her lips and they played a game of catch the cum.� From my vantage point, she didn�t seem all that good at it as most jets missed her open mouth and landed somewhere on her face and from there dripped down on me.� He stepped away and she bent forward to kiss me.� So nasty!� So nasty and I was powerless to prevent it as Jake placed his hand on her back and held us both down until I stopped putting up resistance.�
Her head lifted and she looked down at me with laughter in hers eyes, cum smeared across her face and her hair a wild mess.� Arching her neck she held her head up as she reached behind, I felt Jake�s knees straddle my upper thighs.� Her eyes widened and I felt her already tight cunt get a lot tighter.
�Can you feel it?� she asked with glee.� �Can you feel his dick up my ass?�
Yes, I could feel it and I started humping up into the slut�s wanton cunt, timing my thrusts with that of her husband.
I didn�t last much longer once the double fucking began and my orgasm wasn�t particularly spectacular, satisfying, but not spectacular.� The best thing though is that I didn�t lose my erection!� I stayed hard and stayed in the game.� We broke apart and with Jake on his back, Roxy lowered her ass onto his ever-hard sex spike in a reverse cowboy.� Anally impaled, she lay back on her life mate, lewdly splaying her legs in an open invitation for another double fuck.� I accommodated her and plunged into her birth canal.� What a night!
When we finally broke apart, we were all a mess, our bodies covered in sweat mixed with saliva, cum and pussy juice, radiating funky odors.� Jake released his cock strap and I did the same, giving our overworked penises a well deserved rest and fresh supply of oxygenated blood.� The three of us lay looking up into the overhead mirror at our reflections for quite some time recuperating from our sexual frenzy of the last two hours.�
It was break time and Jake pulled a bottle of white wine from his bedroom wine cooler and pulled the cork, pouring us each a glass of cold wine to slake our thirst.� Then he pulled out a box and produced a doobie.� Like I said, I hadn�t done any of that since college, but that didn�t stop me from toking up with my hosts.� We sat naked on the edge of the bed, passing the joint and sipping wine to sooth the harshness.���
�I need a shower,� Jake announced as he finished off the roach.
�Me too,� his big titted wife giggled.
�You joining us, Tom?� Jake asked.
�Sure, why not?�
Showering with my daughter had always been a perfunctory thing with no hanky panky.� Showering with the various MILF�s I bedded over the years was generally fun and games.� Showering stoned with the Moats was an altogether different experience.� Soaping up Roxanne and her big tits was delightful to say the least, and washing her pussy and ass was fun too.� But while I washed Roxanne, Jake washed me, putting his bisexually fully on display.� Being totally wasted, my inhibitions had been lowered to point of non-existence. That�s no excuse, but it sure greased the slippery slope to sexual excess.� Raunchy sex breeds raunchy sex and having his hands all over me was just the beginning of more raunchy sex.�
I hadn�t sought this out.� Indeed if I could have foretold the future, I wouldn�t have stayed after boating.� I should have paid more attention to Jake�s wording earlier that afternoon, �Roxanne and I want you to have sex with us.�� He said it upfront, �sex with us,� not �taking turns having sex with Roxy.��� I failed to appreciate the nuances of his words.� I stayed, got wasted, boundaries were shattered and my carefully cultivated heterosexuality was sidelined in favor of utter debauchery and for the thrill of the moment.� I was on board, along for the ride, going so far as allowing him to finger fuck my ass with a soapy finger as I braced myself spread-legged against the wall of the roomy shower stall.� And not with just the tip of a finger, but two knuckles deep, massaging my prostrate while he reached around washing my dick and balls.� Roxy nibbled on my ear and said softly with a laugh, �Naughty, naughty boy.� We should have had you over sooner.��
I in turn washed and shamelessly molested him after Roxanne had stepped out to dry herself and dry her hair.� She was still drying her hair when Jake and I returned to the bed.� I sprawled out like a whore as he made a direct line for oral sex, taking me into his mouth without hesitation, turning his body until his cock was in my face.�
I hadn�t thought about it in years, but vivid memories of childhood flashed through my mind like a high-speed download.� I was in fifth grade and the school year had already started when we moved to the new town.� Next door was a boy my age, Davy, and who was in the same classroom as I.� Instantly we were best friends, causing trouble in class, playing at recess, and playing together every afternoon until my folks came home from work.� Boys being boys, we challenged each other in almost everything we did, who could run to the corner and back the fastest, who could do the most chin ups, who would score the highest grade on a test� friendly challenges, but not without making a bet.�
The bet was always the same and it was Davy who first proposed it within weeks of meeting him.� Loser sucked the other�s dick.� With a little prodding and at the risk of being called chicken or losing my new friend, I accepted the challenge and raced him to the corner and back.� I won by a neck.� Concealed in the wood lot behind our houses, he paid up.� A few days later another bet was made and he lost again.� Then I lost� and paid up.� Two, three times a week we�d make some bet, the terms unspoken but understood.� We were too immature to get any real sexual pleasure from it, beating off for a dry cum was far better, but still blowing each other felt good and it was our nasty little secret.� Before the school year ended, my Dad was transferred and that was that, never to be repeated.� Indeed, by sixth grade I understood that such activities could bring derision and scorn from my peers, peers who no doubt had played some similar game with a buddy.� Out of guilt over my own deep dark secret, I too had developed a scorn for homosexuality that I held throughout my teenage years.��
Now for the first time in twenty five years, I was expected to suck a dick.� With the smoke affecting my brain, it was so easy crossing that line again.� To my surprise, it wasn�t the horrible experience that over the years I had convinced myself it would be.� Indeed it was unlike anything I had experienced before, Davy included, like the first time fucking a girl, but not quite that good.� The big hot tube of flesh, sliding between my lips and into my mouth, the texture of the skin on my tongue, the odd non-taste of a squeaky clean cock, the smoothness of the glans, all new sensations and experiences for me. I could see why the gay boys and the girls liked this sort of thing.� I mimicked what I liked best when a woman blew me, and as the salty, slightly slimy pre-cum began to flow from his prick, I knew that he was enjoying it as well.�
Side by side in a 69 we pleasured each other at a languid pace.� Roxy came into bed with us, and after climbing over us, settled down behind me, stroking my back, stroking my butt, and eventually toying with my anus.� My cheeks were spread slightly and felt her wet tongue digging into me until she was licking my asshole, her tongue dancing over it like Jake�s tongue was dancing over my dick.� Even my ex, whore that she was, never did that to me, but then again, I never asked her to do it.� But I hadn�t asked Roxy to rim me either and now that she was. I liked it; I liked it a lot, especially as she drove the rigid tip up into me.
There was no hurry, no time table, and neither Jake nor I were anywhere near being able to ejaculate, so we took our time, enjoying the raunchiness to the fullest.� To my disappointment, Roxy abandoned my anus and rolled off the bed.� I couldn�t see what she was up to, what with my nose inches from Jake�s hairless pubic mound as I gagged and gagged with his cock at the back of my throat.� I gave up trying to take all of his length as Roxy returned.�� I felt a cold wetness as she smeared something on my asshole with her finger and then I felt the head of a dildo pressing against me, piercing me.� Rationalizing that it was female doing this to me, I let it happen, grunting around Jake�s dick as my rectum was violated by a foreign object.�� She worked it back and forth, going deeper and deeper a little at a time.�
From there, it just got raunchier and raunchier.� Roxy strapped the red, transparent gel dildo on and fucked me while I gobbled cock.� I fucked Jake in the ass and he fucked me using his natural equipment.� We both fucked Roxy over and over, the cock straps maintaining out erections.� At some point, after another joint and another bottle of wine, we staggered back downstairs and vegetated in the hot spa, which was a dangerous thing to do in our state. �Roxy conked out first in the hot swirling water.� Jake still had presence of mind to enlist my help in getting her out of the water and back upstairs to bed.�
Next morning I woke up groggy.� I wasn�t exactly hung over; no splitting headache or the urge to heave, but I was hung over from the pot and booze.� Not only that, my ass ached, reminding me of the perversities I had done the previous night.� Disgusting!� As I focused on the reflection of the sleeping female form beside me, I decided what was done was done, no need fretting over it, besides� disgusting or not, it was fun and no harm done.� I no sooner decided that when my conscious hit me with self-loathing, not for what I had done with Roxanne and Jake, but for what I had allowed my fifteen year old daughter to do.� �Way to go, Dad!� I said to myself.� �You should be shot.�� I wondered how many of Todd�s friends had come by last night while I was bisexually �engaged�.� Again I applied the salve of �what�s done is done� and �kids will be kids� absolving me of my utter failure as her father.
I dozed off and woke about an hour later, feeling physically much better.� I sat up, needing a cup of strong coffee in the worst way.� I looked back at my companions, noting that Jake had already gotten up.� I briefly considered mounting her and getting off a quickie, but decided that she could wait; I needed caffeine!
Having no luck in finding my clothes, I dragged my sorry ass into the kitchen nude.� I sighed as I saw the empty coffee maker� more delays.� I stared at the contraption wondering, �Where in this expansive kitchen is the coffee hidden?�� I looked in the cabinets near the coffee maker, but to no avail.�� Then I heard a soft familiar voice behind me, �Looking for something?�
Turning I saw Traci, her hair neatly done and with just the right amount of makeup to make her look positively radiant.� But her face wasn�t what I was looking at.� �Uh, I�m looking for the coffee,� I answered the stark naked teen beauty.
�Just turn it on,� she replied flashing me a smile.� Pressing her body into mine, she reached around me curtly saying, �Like this!�
Then lingering a lot longer than necessary she added, �Mom fixed the coffee pot before supper last night.�
She backed away and asked if I wanted anything to eat.� I was in fact famished.
�Just have a seat at the table, Mr. Tom, and I�ll whip some scrambled eggs and toast.�
She certainly knew her way around her mother�s kitchen and by the time the coffee was ready, she was well on the way to having a light breakfast ready for me.�
She donned an apron to protect herself from splattering grease, the apron leaving her tight shapely ass on full display for my approving eyes.� While the eggs cooked, Traci brought me my desperately needed joe.� Returning to the stove, she buttered the toast and served the eggs.� Discarding the apron, she then served me with a smile.�
While I ate, the willowy little blonde unloaded the dishwasher, bending over and showing off her puffy pussy lips, an action that sent my cock to attention.� By the time I had finished eating she was finished with the dishes, all except mine.� She cleared the table and brought me a fresh cup of coffee.� Then she stood nearby, close enough that all I had to do was reach out to feel her budding breasts.��
Turning my chair away from the kitchen table, I asked between sips of coffee, �You kids have fun last night?�
�Yes," she replied looking down at my dick.� "Did you?� �
�Yes, I did,� I honestly answered.� Gathering my courage I asked the question that had been on my mind since I woke up.� �You guys have any guests over last night?�
She looked up, her face registering annoyance.� �We didn�t have permission.� Mom and Dad are careful about who we invite over and when.�
�Why�s that?�
�Are you serious?� Not everyone understands how nice it is to go without clothes around the house.�
�I suppose not.
"Where�s your dad?��
�He usually jogs on Sunday mornings,� she answered twisting just a little to give me slightly different view.
�Oh, he�s a runner?�
�Yes, he can go for miles and miles and miles,� she responded while inching closer.
�Is Mom still asleep?�
I looked towards the door and mumbled, �Ummm, yeah.�
�She usually sleeps late on Sundays,� Traci said with a coy grin, now standing at my side, her hand resting on my shoulder, her fingers lightly stroking my bare skin.
�You know, Mama�s right, you�re quite a hunk,� she said in low voice as her fingers trailed over my bare chest. �But I�ve always thought that, just ask Gwen.� I just didn�t know how hunkie you are until yesterday.�
She rubbed my nipple and my semi-flaccid dick responded with a quick erection.� In mock surprise Traci declared, �That�s quite a nice dick, Mr. Tom.� I bet Mama loves it.�
�Maybe she does,� I answered as my hand rose to brush across her firm ass.� For a long moment she continued her nipple play and I continued to stroke her buttocks while our eyes locked.� Suddenly, she swung a leg over my legs and sat in my lap, face to face, her arms now draped over each of my shoulders.� She adjusted her position, snuggling her crotch up against my dick and pinning it against my stomach.
�We shouldn�t be doing this,� I managed as she ground her young hairless pussy into my dick.
�You don�t like me?�
�Yes, I like you, but it isn�t right.�
�But it feels nice.�
�But your mom.�
�She�s asleep for another two hours.�
�Your dad.�
�He�s gone.�
�Todd?�
�He doesn�t care.�
�Oh, fuck.�
�I�d like that.�� She rose on the balls of her feet until my dick fell forward and then lowered herself.
�Traci, we shouldn�t��� I felt her lips spreading around my broad head.� �Traci, we shouldn�t,� I repeated with a little less conviction.� But she did and once my glans was seated, I wasn�t going to stop her.� She leaned forward and bit my shoulder as she pushed her tight pussy over my fat cock, stretching her cock socket wider and wider.� I hardly noticed the sharp pain in my shoulder as my dick was forced up into the tightest cunt I could remember.�
�Gawd, you�re so frigging big,� she gasped.� My hands had settled on her hips and she tried to lift up, but I held her on my cock.� I didn�t start this, but I sure as hell was going to complete it.� Pushing down on her hips, I felt my cock move up into her another half an inch.� Traci groaned about my size and bit into me again as she pushed herself down and pushed me in a little more.� She reached around and pulled her ass cheek, trying to make it easier on her.� Little by little her teenie cunt yielded to my mature organ until I was fully seated in her.� We both remained motionless for a long moment as her cunt adjusted to my thick girth.���
I pulled up on her hips and slid her cunt up my cock, then forced her back down.� I did this three, maybe four times before she began lifting herself and sitting back down on my dick.� Soon she was bouncing in my lap, fucking herself to an orgasm.� I felt her cunt muscles contract and then her entire body shudder as she jerked about as if in a B-movie death throw.� Once her peak had crested, I leaned her back, supporting her by my hands while punching up into her.� This allowed me to feast on her A-cup boobies and her perky pink nips, triggering another climatic peak.
A shadow fell over us and I jerked my head up from her little tit, my heart leaping into my throat. Where did he come from? He�s back already from his morning run?�
�Getting a little Sunday morning jailbait,� the girl�s father said.� I wasn�t sure if that was meant as a statement or a question.
Jake reached forward and touched my bite wound.� �That looks tender.�� It was tender and I flinched as he pushed on it hard enough to draw my attention to it.�
He then leaned into his daughter and said, �How do like that big dick, baby?� Fills you up, doesn�t it?� Now you be nice to Mr. Tom.� Squeeze his prick with your cunt, baby, and show him how much you like him.� Do that and maybe he�ll fuck you again.�
A wave of relief flowed through me as he backed away, approvingly regarding us coupled in the kitchen chair.� Then he went to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.� I noticed that he was in his jogging shorts and shoes, but it didn�t register on me that he wasn�t sweating.
The girl's father stepped back to the table and sipped his coffee.� �Don�t let me interrupt,� he said with sly smile.� �You two enjoy yourselves.� Me?� I�m going find me some jailbait too.�� Then he turned and left me with my cock buried deep in his daughter�s twat.�
I had a real good idea who that jailbait he referred to was.� But what could I do?� He�d caught me in a criminal act with his kid.� Never mind that she initiated it, I was the one who would do the time. Traci bounced in my lap to get my attention.� I focused on the young girl smiling at me.� She leaned forward and kissed me, driving her tongue into my mouth.� Breaking the kiss she beamed a huge smile at me saying, �You can do me anytime, Mr. Tom.� You�re so big and so strong, so yummy and I just love fucking.�
It occurred to me right then why Jake wasn�t sweating after his run.� He hadn�t taken a run.� This was all a set up to compromise me with his jailbait daughter so he could do my jailbait daughter with no fear of fatherly outrage or retribution on my part.� It pissed me off, but what could I do with my dick up his daughter?� Express moral outrage?� As I had been doing for more than a week, I rationalized that what�s done is done and not to fret about things I couldn�t change.� Also if Gwen was doing Traci�s brother and a half a dozen other boys, what did it matter if she was doing Traci�s father too?� It�s not like Jake was being one sided or selfish� I had his slut daughter to fuck in exchange for him fucking my slut daughter.� It was a perverse win-win, but a win-win nonetheless!� My fatherly dilemma momentarily resolved, I concentrated on giving fifteen year old Traci a fucking to remember.
Later that morning, after leaving an incriminating amount of my DNA in Traci�s twat, I made it out to the spa for a nice solo soak while I thought about what had happened this weekend.� None of it, absolutely none of it should have happened� but it did.� Good lord, what have I done? I pondered that question as objectively as I could.� Practically overnight I had become a degenerate pervert.� But had I? I was still a pretty decent fellow.� Or was I?� Was I tricked or did I merely go with the flow, moving from one wanton act to the next with just the right prodding?� I resolved that this would be a onetime affair, never to be repeated; I would even move across town and get Gwen away from Traci and her family and try to salvage my relationship with her.
Then Jake appeared, carrying two beers with his long dick swing free.� He climbed into the spa, sat next to me and handed me a cold brew.� Immediately he said, �Just talked to Roxanne about you.� You�re so much alike us in your attitude towards sex.� We want you to be a regular fuck buddy.�� I�m out of town on business for two three days, every two weeks.� You can come over and bang Roxy whenever you like.� She�d enjoy the company.� Traci too, but go easy on her, I don�t want you to ruin her with that big prong of yours.� Interested?�
He�d just offered me total access to his wife and daughter.� The quid pro quo was unspoken, but understood.� �How long have you been fucking Gwen?� I asked trying sound normal.
�Let�s just say that today wasn�t the first.� You�re not upset are you?�
�No, I suppose not.�� Maybe I should have been, but I wasn't.
�Good, then it�s a deal?�
�What you�re proposing is a sex club where members have privileges.� I can�t speak for Gwen, Jake.�
�Is that all?� I wouldn't worry about that," he said with a chuckle.� "Believe me, Tom, she's game and an extra fine piece of ass.� Then it�s a deal.�� He reached over underwater and wrapped his hand around my dick.� �This bad boy is going to be in demand.��
Unlike the night before, I was stone cold sober, but I made no move to deflect his advance.� Instead, I found myself accepting his proposal even if Gwen had to be persuaded.� Just like that, I abandoned any possibility of going back to a normal life.� I gripped his prick in return and said, �Deal!� But only if Gwen agrees.�
�Excellent!� he exclaimed.� �Like my old man used to say, �If it feels good, do it.���
He removed his hand and continued with a rambling story about his childhood.� �My old man was a college professor.� History.� He made history come alive with animated re-enactments.� One of his areas of scholarly interest was in ancient sexual practices.� He�d throw wild assed Roman orgy parties about every month.� He�d invite his faculty friends and select students. Everyone wore togas.� The wise old �Senators� and their wives wore elaborately decorated togas, while the �commoners� wore bed sheets or whatever they could come up with.� No matter what they wore to the party, they didn�t keep it on for long.� The profs would bang the shit out those co-eds in exchange for good grades, while the wives were serviced by young studs who were in it for the pussy.���
�Then he had more intimate parties; parties with just a few close and trusted friends.� For as far back as I can remember, me and a few other young kids acted as servers and party favors.� They would play some sort of game of musical chairs with the wives.� The ultimate winner of the game would then perform sex acts with a kid for the entertainment of the others.� I can�t remember the first time I sucked a dick, or had a finger up my ass.� They never hurt us, and Dad made sure that we had as much fun as they did.�
Abruptly he changed the subject to football.� �You going to stay and watch the game with me this afternoon?�
�Sure, why not?�
Roxanne served up a Sunday dinner of lasagna, salad and Italian rolls.� I complimented her on how quickly she had put it all together and she confessed that she had prepared the lasagna in advance.� Regardless, it was delicious, much better than I would have done on my own.� I had expected that there would have been a discussion about Jake�s proposal, but the subject was never broached at the dinner table.
Kickoff was at one o�clock and Jake and I settled in on opposite ends of the L-shaped wicker sectional, sprawled out and nestled comfortably in the far corners against pillows while Todd lounged about on the floor in front of the wide screen LCD TV.�
The first quarter was characterized by lack luster play by both teams.� The second quarter started out with some possibilities.� Todd had been kept busy hustling cold beer and snacks during commercial breaks.� During one break, he was sent to fetch his sister.� Jake suggested to Traci that she come sit by me. I had one leg stretched out on the sofa and the other dangling off onto the floor.� Traci came and sat naked between my legs, lying back against me, my soft prick at the small of her back.
A few minutes later, Gwen came in wearing nothing but a wreath of flowers in her hair.� None of us had been dressed all day (with the exception of Jake in his jogging outfit) so this all seemed perfectly normal.� As she passed between us and the TV, she looked over at me and her friend with a questioning, unsure look about her.� Jake motioned for her to join him.� She did, sitting between his legs in a mirror image of Traci�s position.
There was a break in the play, one of those spectacular moments where it is second down, goal to go, and a defensive end incepts a tipped pass on his one yard line, then proceeds to dodge and break tackles through the disorganized offensive line, high tailing it 99 yards for a touchdown.�� Too bad it wasn�t our team.��
Both Jake and I moaned at the sudden change in fortunes.� Instead of tying the game up, we were now trailing 14 to zip.� The rout had started in earnest.�
Trailing 21 to zip with four minutes left in the half, what was in my arms was much more interesting than what was on the tube, and the show going on at the other end of the sofa was definitely more interesting.� Jake was blatantly feeling my daughter up, aggressively mauling her tits.� Gwen, with her eyes closed, evidently was enjoying it.�
By the half, it was 21 to 3.� Todd was sent to fetch his mother.�
�Hey, babe!� Jake greeted his bosomy wife.� �How about if you and Todd give us a half time show?��
�Sure, honey.� If that�s what you want,� she answered with a wiggle of her hips.
He then threw me one of his Velcro cock straps and told me I�d better put it on now, because I wouldn�t get it right later on.�
There was a flurry of activity.� Todd moved the double ottoman away from the sofa and out in the middle of the den floor.� Roxy went to the CD player and put on Ravel�s Bolero.� Jake put his cock strap on and I followed suit.� I had a hunch that this was going to be a show to remember, the climax of which would be seeing Gwen being ravaged with a prick that never went soft.� I hoped I had it on tight enough as I was already getting hard just speculating of what was surely to come.
Roxy�s show started off with a slow sensual dance, moving her hips in a manner that spoke of her years belly dancing, except this wasn�t 100 MPH hip motion, but an exposition of how sexy her slowly undulating tummy could be� She used Todd like a stripper might use a pole, curling her body around him while he remained stoically at attention.�� She went around and around him effortlessly, encircling him with her arms, her tits and legs.� She�d slide towards the floor and then snake back up his nude body.� Wow, it was some erotic dance and she was some good.
The tenor of the music changed and she swirled to the floor at Todd�s feet.� Lying at his feet, her hands slid up his legs enticingly close to his genitals.� No way would she actually touch him, I thought just mere seconds before she did just that!� Then rising up, caressing his bare leg with her cheek, she teased by nuzzling into his crotch briefly before dragging her face down the opposite thigh.
For a moment I thought� �Holy shit!� I uttered as she took the head of her son�s cock between her sultry lips.� For the next several minutes I was treated to the hottest blowjob I�ve ever seen!� My cock, now painfully hard, bore into Traci�s bare back as the incestuous sex show continued.�
Todd was now becoming more animated, holding his mother�s hair while he skull fucked her. Suddenly they broke apart.� Roxy now stood while Todd wallowed his face into his mother, starting with her tits and working down, down, down to the pussy from whence he came.� Roxy seemingly melted down onto the ottoman, her legs splayed lewdly and giving her son complete oral access to her cunt.
The wanton oral show would have been spectacular by itself, but it continued.� Todd suddenly stood up, slotted his cock into her and pushed into his mom�s cunt.� I nearly blew my wad right then and there.� The seventeen year old fucked his mother for a minute or so, then pulled out, placing his mom face down on the ottoman with her butt hiked up into air.
Jake suddenly asked, �Heads or tails?�
�What?�
�Heads or tails?� he repeated as he flipped a large coin into the air.
�Tails,� I blurted not knowing why he was flipping a coin.
�Tails it is, Todd!� he called out to his son, not bothering to look at the coin which I could see landed heads up.
No matter, this game was rigged.� It would have tails no matter what I said or how the coin landed.� Roxy reached behind and spread her ass cheeks while Todd took aim high.� Like a hot knife through soft butter, he skewered his mom�s ass.�
To my relief, Traci had now scooted up and took my cock between her legs and sat.� For the second time that day, I was fucking the fifteen year old cock slut, banging her in tempo with the music and with her brother sodomizing his mother.
The music ended and Todd pulled out, shooting all over his mother�s upturned backside.� I lost it too, and pumped a fresh load up Traci�s twat.� For the moment, the sexual frenzy lulled, with me panting and my cock still hard and parked in the young girl�s cooter.
�Hey, Tom,� Jake called to get my attention.� Still buzzing from my cum, but not totally out of it, I languorously looked his way.� Gwen was still laying back on him and he still hand two handfuls of C-cup tit.� He whispered into her ear and she turned to face him, hovering her pussy above his arrow tipped cock, poised for intercourse.� Looking around my daughter�s young body he simply asked, �Deal?�
Gwen was partially turned and was looking back at me.� I looked up into Gwen�s pretty face framed by her brunette hair, her green eyes staring back at me with a quizzical expression.� �Is she game?� I halfheartedly wondered knowing the answer.� �Yeah. Fuck her.�� Gwen looked away from me and lowered herself onto the stiff prong of her best friend's father.
Watching Jake�s dick spread my daugther's pussy lips around his arrow-like head and then disappearing inside her body was just as exciting as Roxanne�s sex show with her son.� As she impaled herself on his sex spike, Gwen looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me.� Yeah, she was game!�
At that instant, though I didn�t realize it at the time, I turned my daughter into a whore for my friends, friends I didn�t even know yet, people who had tastes similar to the Moats, people I�d get to know in the �anything goes� sex club I just joined.� But that would come later; watching a man fuck my daughter was now; a man I'd only gotten to know yesterday.
Leering, I watched intently, totally absorbed in the wantonly libidinous act being performed before me.� I remember clearly his bulging cock tube throbbing when he ejaculated into her; of the fucking continuing past his orgasm thanks to the cock strap; of his semen forced from her cunt and running down his shaft, coating his balls before dripping down onto the sofa.�
Jake stopped thrusting and called Todd over. �Knowing just what his father expected without being told, Todd buried his head between Gwen�s legs to clean the mess off his father cock and balls.� Todd rocked back restoring my view.� Jake lifted her free of his cock, turning her now to face me.� Todd pushed his dad�s cock backward slightly and Jake lowered Gwen.� There was a brief adjustment and then Jake sliced up into her ass with an ease that spoke volumes of Gwen�s experience with anal sex.
Gwen thrust her hips up and down belying her erstwhile innocence.� Innocent my ass!� I filed away this insight into my daughter for later dissection and investigation.
Not to be out done by my new fuck buddy and partner in sex crimes, I pushed Traci off me and face down on the sofa.�� I mounted her for an ass fucking, but try as I might, I couldn�t get my cock up her poop chute, it was either too tight, or I was too big and too blunt, probably all three.� Seeing the difficulty I was having in debasing his young daughter, Jake told Todd to fetch me some lube.� After a good grease job and finger prep, I tried again.� Traci cried out as my corona snapped behind her sphincter, the girl whimpering for the next few minutes as I buggered her.� Meanwhile Todd lent his dad a hand and frigged Gwen�s clit while Jake butt fucked her.� My baby girl cried out lustily as the massive orgasm crashed over her, an event that coupled with the tightness of the sheath of ass tube I was fucking, sent my balls to churning and my prostate into spasms.�
I rolled off the slim willowy girl and landed on the floor on my back with a thud, sated like never before.
�Clean him up,� I heard Jake say.
I opened my eyes expecting to see Traci ready to lick my dick clean, fresh from her ass, but was surprised to see Todd go down on me.� �Is there anything they won�t do?� I asked myself.� That limit wasn�t reached that afternoon, but watching Todd clean his father�s funky cock further stretched the bounds of the perverse world which I was now part of.��
Gwen and I left for home after the game, not that anyone watched the last half.� We drove in silence, both keeping our thoughts to ourselves.� For me, now that I had regained my sanity, I was troubled; deeply troubled.� How could I have allowed myself to be carried away with unbridled lust like that?� No matter how much fun everything seemed to be at the time, I knew that there were going to be long term repercussions.� The three-way sex on the boat in front of the kids� that was pretty bad.� The sordid guy sex later that night was nothing like anything I�d� done since I before I became a teenager; that was troubling in its own right, but at least that was just the three adults. Then allowing young Traci to do what she did in the kitchen� that could earn me years in prison.� But the worst part was going along with Jake and letting, no encouraging him, to fuck my own fifteen year old daughter in front of me� and I loved it!� How could I have done such a thing?
We were both hungry, so we stopped at a �family buffet� place and had dinner.� The food was mediocre as usual, but we ate what we could.� The need to talk was paramount, despite the fact that a family restaurant wasn�t the best place to have this discussion.� Then again it wasn�t very crowded and we sat away from everyone else.� I plowed ahead.
�Tell me about the first time Traci�s dad fucked you,� I said in a low voice so as not to be overheard.�
�Daddy!� Not here!�
�Just keep your voice low, Gwen.� Now, tell me.�
�You�re not going to get mad, are you?�
�I think I�m past that, Gwen.� Way past that.� So when?�
�When I started spending the night there.�
�The first time?�
�Yes,� she replied softly, her eyes dropping to the table.
�Before or after Todd and his friends fucked you?�
�After.�
�Just how did all this come about?� I asked, genuinely interested in how Jake had scored so quickly with my teen daughter.
�You remember at the start of school last year, Traci was spending the night with me a lot.� You told me that she needed to reciprocate and that I should be spending the night with her sometimes instead of her parents imposing on you as a babysitter while they went out. You remember that?�
I had to admit that I did remember that conversation.� Seems like every weekend Traci was over. �Not that I minded Traci, but it prevented me from having any social life. It was simple matter of fairness.
�I told Traci about it like you told me to,� she continued, eyes looking left and right for anyone who might be ease dropping, �and I told her that she couldn�t spend the night anymore unless her parents invited me once in awhile.� She practically burst into tears because I was her best friend and she was a new student at our school and she didn�t like anyone else.�
�Later that day, during lunch break, we were talking, as usual, over by the fence and away from everyone else.� She told me that there was problem with me coming to her house. I asked what problem, but she wouldn�t tell me.� Then she made me promise that if she did tell me, that I would keep secret what she told me.� Naturally I agreed, but she wanted something to hold over my head in case I blabbed.�
�What did she want?� I asked.
�Some nude photographs of me.�
�Did you provide her some?�
�Yeah.� We kinda played in the nude when she slept over, so it wasn�t a big deal to me. She used her phone camera after school at our house.�
�I see��� A vision came to me of Gwen and Traci eating each other out while I sat clueless in the den watching TV.�
�She told me that her family sometimes went about in the nude at home and that last year, before she changed schools, she had a friend over.� Todd had been told to keep his pants on, but he didn�t and walked into Traci�s bedroom naked.� Her friend freaked out. Traci ran him off and tried to smooth things over, but he did it again and that time her friend wanted to go home.� Mr. Jake took her home and later, her parents called very upset with what had happened.� Todd lost his video game privileges for a week for his stunt, but Traci wasn�t allowed anymore overnight guests.� She told me how unfair it was to her� she hadn�t done anything wrong, but still she was punished for it long after Todd�s punishment was over.
�That�s when I told her that that nudity wasn�t a big deal, and that we showered together and slept together.� She perked up and hurried home.�
�But we weren�t showering together,� I said.� �You told her I was sleeping with you?�
�Yes. Well, we used to, when I was little...
�Anyway I was invited over for that Saturday.� Traci was so excited that her parents were letting me come.� As soon as I arrived that afternoon, Mr. Jake took me aside explaining that just like at my house, everything that happened in his house wasn�t to be discussed with anyone. �I was their guest and they trusted me to keep their trust and confidence.� That�s the same thing you always said and I told him that you had told me that I was to follow their rules while I was at their house.� He liked that and told me that the house rules were total nudity outside by the pool.�� He asked me if I had a problem with that, and if I did, I needed to go home right now.� I stayed and he told Traci and me to go swimming.
�Come to find out, it was more than just sometimes that they went around nude, it was more like always.� Todd had his friends over and they joined Traci and me in the pool.� It was so much fun!� I was so in awe of those older boys and Mr. Jake too.�
�Later we played Truth and Dare.�
�That�s when the boys fucked you and Traci?�
�Yes.� We were upstairs and� they kept making these dares and� I liked it a lot.� Todd was first and then Kenny and Sam.� They did me over and over, Traci too.
�Mr. Jake walked in and broke it up, sending the boys home.� He told Todd and Traci to leave, and then sitting on Traci�s bed naked, he asked me if I wanted him to call you and let you know what had happened.� I told him, no, and he told me how pretty I was. He leaned over and kissed me, asking if I had enjoyed myself.� I did and I told him so. �Next thing I know, he was kissing me and touching me and making me feel really, really good, better than the boys made me feel.� He asked if he could make love to me and I told him, yes.�
Well that explained that.� He started screwing her within hours of Gwen losing her virginity.� I had to admit that if it really came down the way she had just told me, I really couldn�t blame the man.� Still, she was only fourteen at the time!
Arriving home, we both went our separate ways.� Gwen went to her bedroom to do �some homework� and I headed to the den to watch some Sunday �news� show blatantly touting half-truths and left-wing political opinions represented as objective reporting.�� I rarely watched this show, or even that network due to their transparent bias and smug misrepresentations.� I wasn�t really watching it today either; it just happened to be on when I turned the TV on, leaving me to my thoughts and self recriminations.� One thing I was certain of� I was a rotten parent.
Sometime later, I wandered upstairs to my bedroom to shower and then go to bed.� Certainly tomorrow I could see my way to undoing the damage done.
I had barely rinsed down when the glass door of the shower stall opened and Gwen stepped in.� �Can I come in?� she asked without waiting for my answer.� She picked up the soap and began washing me with her hands.� I should have told her to stop, but I didn�t, I just stood stonily as she washed first my chest, then my back and my buttocks.� She told me to turn around and she knelt, washing my legs.� Then she stood and looking me in the eye with this sly smile, she washed my cock.� As my cock swelled in her soapy hands, that dark little something in my libido took control once again.� I was torn between doing what I had always considered right or doing what promised great pleasure.� I waited to see how far she�d go.� Taking the soap from her hand, I began washing her, actually feeling her up, my soapy hands gliding frictionless across her smooth skin, down her back and across her teen butt, then back up to maul and molest her young C-cup tits with their dark nipples.�
Gwen dropped to her knees, looking up at me with the spray hitting her neck.� She licked my nuts and then grasping my prick she directed the hard tube of flesh to her lips, lovingly moving her lips over the fat head. It certainly wasn�t the first time she�d done this.� My hands went to the back of her head and gently pulled her towards me so that my cock went into her mouth.� There I stood for a long time, watching as she sucked my dick, enjoying the feel of her mouth and wandering tongue on my organ, and enjoying the patently incestuous act.
Suddenly she stood, took my hand and led me out of the shower.� She dried me and herself and then strolled naked into my bedroom, crawled onto my bed and sprawled out on her back, her legs spread in an open invitation.� Like a moth drawn to a light, I joined her, sliding up and over her body, my cock just touching, but not penetrating her pussy.
�Make love to me, Daddy,� she softly whispered.
�Is that what you really want?�
�Yes.�
�But I�m your father.�
�So?� Mr. Jake makes love to Traci� all the time.�
�I�m not surprised at that, but I�m not Mr. Jake.�
�But you liked it when I sucked you.�
�Yes, I did.� But that�s not the same thing as fucking.�
�I like fucking, Daddy, and I want you to fuck me.�
�Are you sure?� If we do this, there is no way to take it back.�
�Please, Daddy.� I want you.� I want you inside me.�
She thrust her hips up and my cockhead briefly spread her labia before her hips went back and contact was broken with a smacking sound.� Again and again she thrust up against my cock, the contact with her cunt and the wet smacking sounds taking their toll on my resolve not to do this.� Still, I remained where I was, my daughter essentially begging me to fuck her.� I adjusted my legs and when I did, my cockhead went into her further.� Now my cockhead stayed surrounded by her hot cunt lips.� I adjusted my arms to hold my weight off of her, the arching of my back driving my hips forward and in doing so, pushing my dick a little further into her.
"God, baby, that feels so good,� I moaned.� �But we shouldn�t.� We shouldn�t. We shouldn�t.� Fuck!� You�re driving me crazy, baby.��
I punched my hips forward and any pretense of not doing what we were doing evaporated.� Gwen moaned like a sick cat as my cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her tight cunt hole.� Me, I surrendered to my baser instincts to mate the willing female, regardless of who that willing female actually was.� I could feel every nuance of her vagina as I drove deeper and deeper, taking my time so as to not hurt her in any way, taking it slow so that she could adjust, adjust and enjoy it, enjoy it enough to do it again and again in the future.� Once I was all the way in, I paused to savor the tight, clasping warm glove that surrounded my dick.� I struggled to remain still, but my lust wouldn�t permit me to stay still for very long.� Soon, I was sliding in and out, punching into her with every stroke until I was driving her ass into the mattress with each powerful thrust.��
Considering the amount of sex I had engaged in the past 36 hours, the fact that I was screwing Gwen, my Gwen, my baby girl Gwen, and not some virtual stranger drove me quickly to the point of ejaculation.� The buildup was non-existent; one stroke I was fucking her, the next I was cumming in her.� Having been so severely depleted, it wasn�t a powerful cum, indeed I only managed a very small amount of cum, but it was enough to seal my future relationship with my young teen daughter.���
I rolled off my daughter onto my back by her side, smiling as I stared up at ceiling.� In the incestuous act, all feelings of guilt for the weekend were washed away.� It might not have been the right thing to do, but it was done and I was comfortable with it.� My only concern was in getting it up again and fucking her again.� With a readily available young snatch now at my beck and call, I remember thinking, �I have to thank that bastard, Jake.�
We lay there for a long time with me getting drowsy.� The silence was broken when Gwen rolled onto her side and said to me, �Daddy, I have to tell you something.��
�What is it, baby?� I said thinking that it had to be something other than sex.
�Promise you won�t get mad?��
�What�s this all about?� I wondered.� �Mad, why would I get mad?�
�Promise me��
�Okay, I promise,� thinking that it couldn�t be worse than what I already knew about her.�
�I�m pregnant.�
��What do mean you�re pregnant?� You�ve been fucking without protections?� I told you to tell me!�
�I was protected� or at least I thought so.� But I messed up.�
�This doesn�t make much sense, Gwen.� You thought you were protected? Why didn�t you come to me?�
�I wanted to.� Honest, Daddy.� But Mr. Jake, he didn�t want you to find out that��
�That he was fucking you?�
�Yes.� He called his friend, who is a doctor, the same doctor you took me to.� He saw me after hours.� He gave me a year supply of birth control pills.�� The same doctor that Gwen had suggested that I take her to last week! �I had so many packs of pills, and I didn�t want you to find them, so I kept the pill pack I was using in an old backpack, and hid the rest up in the attic.�
�I told Traci�s mom that I had missed my period two weeks ago and she bought one of those home pregnancy kits.� Mr. Jake almost had a heart attack!� He called the doctor he�d taken me to.� Apparently I shouldn�t have stored my spare pills in the attic all summer where it was so hot.�
I couldn�t believe what I was hearing, but after getting to know Jake Moat a little, maybe it was believable.� �But when I took you to the doctor, he said you were fine.�
�Dad!� He�s a friend of Mr. Jake�s!�
�Oh� I see,� I fumed. �Why didn�t you tell me this earlier?�
�Mr. Jake said that if I did just like he told me to do, then you wouldn�t have a problem.�
�And just what did he tell you to do?� I asked tartly.
�He said not to tell you until after� after we had sex.�� I was stunned, but suddenly it was all clear.� The bastard had Gwen seduce me, and after I had screwed my own fifteen year old daughter, he had cover for knocking her up.� What could I do?� Go to the police?� Hardly.�
I cursed, ranted and raved at Jake Moat.� Not for screwing her, I had already accepted that, but for deliberately compromising me to the point that I just had to accept everything he had done, including possibly impregnating her!�� My rant was utterly impotent and somewhat misdirected, the only outcome being that I terrified my daughter and made her cower and cry.� He had played me like a fiddle.� The real problem, the real source of my rage was that as a father, I had utterly failed my daughter.� It was as simple as that.�
I stormed out of the bedroom, went downstairs and had a stiff drink.� Once I calmed down, I picked up the phone and called Jake.
�So she told you,� he said after my opening remarks.� �I take it you fucked her?�
�You bastard!�
�Now, now, now.� I thought you were going to get sloppy seconds after me this afternoon.�� He was right, I was so sexed up watching his cock pump into her that I was seriously considering it, but with his daughter to take care of me�
�Look, Tom.� I�m really, really sorry about all this.� Honestly, I�m sorry.� I tried to get her birth control, but I never thought that she�d hide the stuff in the attic where it was ruined.� For Gwen�s sake, let�s be adults about all this and come up with a workable plan.� Now, I�ve been thinking about this��
�I�m not interested in any of your fucking plans, pal,� I snarled.
�Hear me out, Tom.� Now I�m fairly certain that it was either Todd or me that knocked her up.� So, it�s no skin off anyone�s back if we all agree that Todd is the father.� That�s our story and that�s how it will be listed on the birth certificate, if there�s a birth certificate.� Are you going to have her abort it?�
�I don�t know.� She�s much too young to be raising a baby, but abortion� I don�t know.�
�I hope not.� Roxy and I have discussed this and if she decides to carry the child to term, Roxy and I will adopt it and raise it as if it was our own child.� If she�ll carry it to term, we�ll pay all of her medical expenses.��
It�s funny how the brain comes up with some off-the-wall thoughts in the midst of a crisis.� In this case, I remembered when as a kid we were living next door to my buddy, Davy.� My dad was expecting to move again soon, so he left several stacks of boxes unpacked in the garage.� One day, while looking for some toy, I stumbled across a box loaded with titty magazines.� I had hit the jackpot!� Taking just a few at a time to our clubhouse in the woods, Davy and I would peruse said mags and whack off to the naked pictures of the big breasted whores who fired our libidos.� After a few days, I�d return the magazines and get more from deeper in the box.� Near the bottom of the box I found a pornographic comic book by R. Crumb.� Unlike the titty mags, this I kept in my room hidden in my comic book collection.
Jake�s comment that he�d, �raise it as if it was our own child,� gave me pause, seeing how he had raised his own two kids.� Instantly I was reminded of a R. Crumb cartoon featuring Mr. Natural, a bald and bearded hippie guru who wore sandals and a dress-like smock.� Somehow Mr. Natural was on a train tending to a baby.� The baby had drained his only bottle and hollered for more.� Mr. Natural�s solution was to let the baby suck his knob and feed on his semen.� This seemed to satisfy both the baby and Mr. Natural, other than the kid was insatiable and caused some temporary damage to Mr. Natural�s dick. I could see Jake doing just that, both in the past and in the future.
�Gwen and I, we�ll have to think about that,� I replied.
�You�re not going to want to be raising a baby by yourself,� Jake countered.� �Are you?� Roxy loves babies and is excited about getting another one.�
Then I thought of the boys that Gwen said she and Traci had been screwing.� Couldn�t one of them be the father?� �No, I don�t think so,� Jake replied.� �They all used rubbers� house rules.� Besides, those boys haven�t been over in almost a month.� Caught them stealing my booze.�
I mumbled something bordering on self-loathing.� Jake wasn�t having any of that.� �Look on the bright side, Tom.� You have a cute sexy teen to fuck 24/7 and you can�t knock her up� she�s already knocked up!�� He was right of course.� Gwen was a fine piece of ass, obviously available for my taking and I couldn�t put her in a family way.� We ended the conversation by making plans for a repeat orgy the following weekend.
I felt better about things after talking to Jake.� Gwen�s baby wouldn�t go through life with �Unknown� listed as its father. The finances were taken care of and Gwen wouldn�t be giving her baby up to complete strangers and never see it again.� Nor would she be faced with deep regrets later in life if she had an abortion.� It was good plan.� Jake was good at coming up with workable plans.��
I wandered back upstairs and found my bed empty.� I checked Gwen�s room and saw that she was in her own bed, waiting to see what would happen next.� �What are you doing?� I asked.
�I�ve gone to bed?� she asked uncertainly.
�The hell you have.� Get your ass up, girl and get it in my bed.� We have some unfinished business.�
My relationship with my sweet, loving daughter had been irrevocably altered that weekend... for the better. No more phony sexual morality, and no more lies of omission.� I don�t know how many times we screwed that night, only that she missed school and I missed work the next day as the incestuous fornication continued.� Everything was on the table, including anal.� What a night!
At one point that night when she was riding my dick, leaning back on her arms, her titties jiggling so invitingly, I looked up at the plain white ceiling and made a decision.� Mirrors... yes, I would� install mirrors on that ceiling.��
THE END
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