Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

Despite my earlier resolution to be totally honest with Marie, I was too ashamed to tell her about the spanking incident. Maybe I should have. Maybe it would have spared me the next embarrassing episode in the deeply erotic yet dangerous spiral that was enveloping my life.

Unaware of how I had blown it with Krissy over the spanking, Marie seemed to think it was cute or edgy or something to add to her roleplay repertoire by throwing Krissy into the mix. Nighttime remained the time when she went into her Daddy blowjob zone. In the mornings, though, she began to talk about Krissy while she fucked me.

"Would you like it if Krissy rode you like this?" she asked while bouncing up and down on my cock. "Or maybe," she said, shifting to an up-and-down twisting corkscrew motion that seemed to defy the laws of physics and physiology, "she could do THIS to you."

Marie leaned forward and braced her hands on my chest while pounding up and down on top of me. "Come on, Danny, say my name. Scream it. Scream, 'Fuck me Krissy!' Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you fucking want to fuck your fuckable little fuckdoll stepdaughter?"

I knew that for Marie this was merely a new fantasy roleplay that went alongside her Daddy thing. She thought it would be a novel addition to our morning lovemaking. She had no idea that Krissy had been teasing me for weeks, or that I was becoming obsessed with her. Marie had no idea how hard it was becoming to keep my hands off her daughter.

She also seemed to have no awareness, or I guess she didn't care, that the thin sheetrock in our house made it almost inevitable that Krissy would hear it in the next room if I called her name. Yet the more I held off on indulging Marie in her Krissy fantasy, the more loudly I wanted to scream: "Yeah, Krissy! Fuck your Daddy! Take my cock just like your mom does!" Part of me desperately wanted Krissy to wake to the sound of me screaming out how much I wanted to fuck her.

The longer I held off from begging for Krissy during our morning fucks, the harder Marie tried to induce me to do it. It became a game for her, one she was determined to win and one that I felt increasingly certain I was going to lose. When I fucked her doggie style, Marie turned her head back toward me and asked, "Doesn't my ass look just like my mom's, Danny? I bet you can hardly tell us apart."

The worst part was that it was true. Mother and daughter looked so much alike that they could, and often did, borrow each other's clothes. Other than Marie's slightly darker hair color, they could easily be mistaken for one another even at a short distance. The same gorgeous rounded ass that jutted outward, the same small waist, the same hourglass figure, the same oversized tits. I didn't have to close my eyes or even squint to imagine that I was pounding away at Krissy's ass instead of her mother's -- mother and daughter were like two sides of the same coin.

It was almost inevitable that the "Call Me Krissy" game was going to end badly. One day, Marie didn't have to be at work until after lunch, so on a whim I called my boss and asked for the morning off as well. At the time, all I was thinking was that after we sent Krissy off to school, maybe Marie and I would play hooky for a couple of hours and either go for a hike or maybe see an exhibit at the museum.

Krissy was barely out the door when Marie started dancing around the kitchen while putting away the dishes. "The museum can wait, Danny," she said. "How often do we get the house to ourselves?" She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, letting me see her gorgeous legs leading up to her tight little panties. Then she dropped the panties as well.

"Come on, Danny," she teased. "It's just the two of us here in this big house. Don't you want to fuck your big titted teenage stepdaughter?"

At that moment a dam broke, letting loose all the pent-up lust that had been building for weeks. Without the real Krissy herself listening in the next room, I felt free to indulge the fantasy that I had, the fantasy that my wife had been pushing on me, the fantasy that my stepdaughter had been feeding all these weeks.

"Okay, Krissy, you little pricktease," I told Marie. "Come here and take off that damn blouse and bra!"

Marie started giggling as she obeyed me. She walked toward me, swaying her hips and unbuttoning her blouse, alternating between looking shyly downward toward the floor and glancing coquettishly into my eyes. By the time she reached me, she had undone the blouse front and had reached behind to unhook her bra. "Fuck me, Daddy," she said simply. "Fuck your little stepdaughter Krissy. Play with your stepdaughter Krissy's big tits. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me fuck me."

I took Marie by the wrist and led her into the living room, where I bent her over the back of the couch. Marie braced her hands on the arm of the couch and wiggled her ass enticingly for me while I quickly unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. "Come on, Danny, little Krissy's waiting," she said. "Say my name while you fuck me, Daddy."

I did. "You've been asking for this for a long time, Krissy," I told her as I lined my cock up to her twat. "And now it's time you get it."

I thrust into her. Marie is so short that it's difficult to fuck her standing up. Now, with her bent over the couch back and leaning forward onto the armrest, taking my cock meant that her feet lifted off the ground and dangled in the air while I began pounding into her.

"Oof!" she cried as I lifted her up by the strength of my thrust, shifting all of her weight onto the sofa back and armrest, leaving her legs outstretched. Reflected in the hall mirror off to the side I could see her in profile while we fucked. Her beautiful melon-sized tits dangled forward and swung with each thrust of my cock. "Do you love your teenage stepdaughter?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, Krissy, I love you."

"Do you love Krissy's tight ass?"

"Yes! I love your ass, Krissy!"

"Do you love your stepdaughter's gigantic tits?"

"Oh God, Krissy, I love your huge fucking tits on your tiny fuckable body!"

"Do you love fucking your stepdaughter?"

"Fuck yes, Krissy! I love fucking you!"

That was the moment that I saw Krissy herself in the doorway. She stood there, open-mouthed, staring at me while I called out her name. Marie's eyes were closed. She was unaware that Krissy had entered the room. She continued, "Come on, Danny, Fuck me! Fuck your little Krissy! Pound your stepdaughter's tight little pussy until she can't walk straight! Give me some Daddy cream!"

I threw caution to the winds. "Yes!" I growled, looking at Krissy the whole time. "You've wanted this for a long time, Krissy! And now you're getting it, you little cocktease! Fuck your Daddy, Krissy! Your gorgeous little body belongs to me! To Daddy! Fuck me now!"

Marie started spasming and giggling in an extended orgasm. "Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee! Fuck Krissy, Daddy! Fuck Krissy!" Her legs, still lifted off the ground, stretched outward and shook uncontrollably.

"You're mine, Krissy!" I cried, grabbing Marie's hips and controlling her body completely while I pumped into her. I continued to look into Krissy's beautiful blue eyes. "Krissy will fuck Daddy whenever he needs it! And Daddy needs to fuck you every day!"

"Yes Daddy yes!" Marie screamed. "Krissy is Daddy's girl! Fuck me! Fuck Krissy! Fuck Krissy whenever you want!"

"Yes, Krissy! You're Daddy's girl, and Daddy's girls get fucked! Beg for it, Krissy!"

Krissy taken aback, silently mouthed the words, "Please Daddy."

"Please Daddy!" Marie screamed, as if she were giving voice to her daughter standing only a few feet away. "Please fuck your stepdaughter!"

Krissy stood for a moment more in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at her mother and me.

Then I said, in a calm tone of voice -- or as calm as I could make it sound, given that I was panting while I continued to fuck Marie over the couch back -- "Oh, hello Krissy. What are you doing home at this hour?"

In the hall mirror I saw Marie's eyes shoot open suddenly. She tried to squirm away, but I continued to hold her and pump into her tight pussy. The twisting motion as she tried to stop fucking felt fantastic on my cock.

For once, Krissy was taken aback by the scene. "I . . . uh . . . forgot my calculus homework."

"Well, hurry and get it," I said, pumping my cock into her mother while I spoke. "You wouldn't want to ruin your math grades."

Krissy sprinted down the hall to her room. Moments later, she returned clutching several papers scribbled with math calculations. "I . . . uh . . . g'bye."

I continued to grip her mother's hips and push my cock in and out as I said, "Hold it, sweetie. Aren't you going to kiss your mother goodbye?"

"Uh, okay." Krissy walked to the couch and bent forward to where her mother's head hung down over the armrest. When she tried to kiss her mother, I made sure to thrust extra hard, making Marie's whole body jerk and shake. Marie looked helplessly into her daughter's eyes as she shivered, either in embarrassment or in orgasm, I couldn't tell. Marie's face was bouncing so much that Krissy had to frame her mother's face in both her hands to give her a peck on the mouth.

"Good girl," I said. "Now give Daddy a kiss."

Krissy moved around the couch and stood next to me. I took one hand off of her mother's hips and put it on Krissy's ass, pulling her so close that her big breasts mashed into my chest. Then, still pumping furiously into her mother, I thrust my tongue into Krissy's mouth. When the kiss ended I said, "Good girl, Krissy," then kissed her again.

"Oh!" cried Marie. "Oh, Krissy!" It was impossible to say whether she was calling Krissy's name out of concern for her daughter or embarrassment or lust.

Marie shook all over in an uncontrollable orgasm as I fucked her relentlessly. Bent over the couch and with her legs dangling in the air, she was powerless to stop getting fucked while I kissed her daughter. I kneaded Krissy's ass while my tongue danced in her mouth.

"Krissy! Uh! Krissy!" her mother screamed. "Fuck! Fuck! Krissy!"

"That's right," I agreed. "Fuck fuck Krissy!" Then I kissed Krissy some more while her mother thrashed helplessly on my cock.

When I came up for air, I said, "Oh, look, Krissy. You've dropped your homework papers. Pick them up, sweetie." She crouched down to pick up the papers, then paused when she half-knelt on the floor, her face only inches from my cock and her mother's ass.

Krissy bent forward and rubbed her nose into my crotch, inhaling deeply. When she looked up at me from the floor, she had a soft expression on her face. "You smell so nice, Daddy."

I used my free hand to pull her face into my balls for a moment. "Give Daddy a kiss, sweetheart," I said.

Krissy looked up at me with an expression that seemed to include love mixed with a little fear. She tentatively and reverently kissed the base of my cock, then looked up at me for approval.

"Good girl, Krissy," I said. "Such a good girl." I stroked her hair as she kissed my balls, looking up submissively into my eyes for reassurance that she was doing a good job.

She stood up, then kissed me again for a couple of minutes while I pounded the shit out of her mother. I was in a delicious incestuous heaven, fucking the mother and kissing the daughter simultaneously. I knew that I'd feel guilty and scared later, but at that moment, all my thoughts of guilt ceased to exist and were replaced by an all-consuming lust. All I could think about was thrusting into Marie as hard as I could, wanting to fuck her so senseless that she wouldn't be able to string three words together. Meanwhile, my tongue tried to communicate in a new language with Krissy's delicious mouth.

"Are you Daddy's girl?" I asked.

Both my girls answered, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," I said. "Now hurry off to school, sweetie. Your mother needs to get fucked some more."

A few moments later, the door was closed behind her and I could hear her heels tapping on the front walkway. If I could hear those sounds, I knew, it was certain that Krissy could hear her mother as she screamed, over and over, "Fuck Krissy! Fuck Krissy! Oh please, Daddy! Fuck Krissy!" 

------X------ 

Krissy was always an open girl, sharing her life with her mother to a greater extent than a lot of teenagers do. Yet naturally there were limits. I think there's hardly a teenager on the planet who really shares all of their innermost feelings with their parents, especially when it comes to the questions of friendships and romantic entanglements – the very things that parents worry about the most and wish their children would be open about.

So it came as somewhat of a surprise to me when 18 year old Krissy decided to open up to me about some of these issues. I was sitting in the easy chair in the living room reading a book one evening while, I thought, Krissy was in the next room doing homework. Marie in the kitchen doing prep work on a complicated pastry dish that needed to be started a day in advance. It was for a big potluck she was planning with friends.

Krissy came into the living room and stood before me. She was wearing the low-cut blouse that her mother had said she could only wear around the house. Her braless 32F tits strained against a shirt that was too small for her large bust, and I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. "Danny, can we talk?"

"Sure, Krissy. Some kind of problem?"

"Sort of. There's this guy at school. . . ."

"Pull up a chair."

Krissy went to the kitchen, grabbed a chair, pulled it into the living room and sat before me on the straight-backed seat.

"So this guy is bothering you?" I asked. "If you want I can talk to the principal, or to his parents. . . ."

"No, it's nothing like that," she said. "He's just a classmate – sort of a friend, I guess. We've had a bunch of classes together for the last couple of years. We've even been in study groups together." She squirmed in her seat.

"You look uncomfortable," I said. "What is it about this guy that's bothering you?"

"It's not him," she said. "It's just that I feel weird sitting in this chair facing you. It seems so formal – like I'm in the principal's office or something." She slipped out of the chair and sat on the ground at my feet, her legs tucked under her. She put her hand on my knee.

"Better now?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, and stroked my thigh.

"So about this guy. . .?" I asked.

The index finger of Krissy's right hand traced random patterns on my thigh, while her left hand found the area just above my ankle and started stroking up and down my calf under my pants leg. "I like him, Danny. He's kind of fun to talk with, but he and I have never done anything together – I mean just the two of us. It's always been with other people around."

"And now?"

"He asked me out for a date, and I just don't know." She stood. "I hate having to look up at you like this while we talk. Do you mind if I sit on your lap – like I used to when I was younger?"

Without waiting for my assent Krissy sat on my thighs with both legs dangling over one side of the armrest, her ass on my crotch. She put one arm over my shoulder and rested it on the chair back. "Thank you, Danny. This makes me feel so snug and safe." She wiggled her ass, settling in over my hardening cock.

"So about this boy?"

"I'm just not sure," she said. She molded her body to mine, putting her face in the crook of my neck. "I mean, he's really attractive. . . ." She started humping her ass up and down on my cock. "Really . . . REALLY . . . attractive," she reiterated, pumping her ass up and down to emphasize each word. Then she went back to squirming her pussy over my cock.

"So what's the problem?" I asked. I wrapped one arm around her back and hugged her to me, while the other stroked her bare leg tracing a line upward toward the hem of her skirt.

"I just don't know whether he's really attracted to ME," she said. "So many guys are just interested in my body – you know the type." She cupped one tit in her hand and held it up to my face. "Some guys, all they see are tits," she said, rubbing her tit on my cheek while squirming on my cock.

Strange as it may sound, given how far things had recently progressed in the household, I was extremely uncomfortable having Krissy sit on my lap like this. Only a few days before I had seriously overstepped the whole Krissy roleplaying business by kissing Krissy herself while screwing her mother. It was one thing, after all, for her mother to play a game with me fantasizing about Krissy; it was quite another to bring Krissy herself into the picture, turning the fantasy into an incestuous reality. Marie and I hadn't spoken about the episode since it happened, which I took as both a good and a bad sign: on the one hand, at least she hadn't attacked me with a carving knife or spoken about divorce, but on the other hand her silence did not bode well for her acceptance of what I'd done.

Besides, every other time I had kissed her or touched her, Krissy's mother was in the room with us. Now Krissy was rubbing against my hard-on while her mother was elsewhere, innocently kneading dough in the next room. In fact, I could hear Marie bustling about in the kitchen only a few feet away while Krissy teased me. Even though Marie had drastically loosened the bounds of acceptable behavior in the household, what would she think of her daughter doing this behind her back? Despite everything that was going on, was caressing my stepdaughter alone like this a form of betrayal? "Sweetie," I said, trying to defuse the situation, "we all know that physical attraction is part of the dating scene. Just remember that there's more to people than that." Heedless of my misgivings, my hand, with a mind of its own, stroked her inner thigh higher and higher.

"Of course there is, Danny. But high school boys – all they see are my big, soft tits," she said, guiding her tits to my mouth. I tried feebly to turn my face away out of loyalty to Marie, but frankly, I didn't try very hard. "Those boys just want to play with my big titties and feel how my huge tits overflow their hands. They want to suck my bouncy, young tits. They want to lick my round boobs and kiss my hard nipples. Why can't they see that there's more to me than my big kissable titties?" She bent forward and stuffed her nipples into my mouth. Through the thin fabric of the overstretched blouse I could feel every feature of her hardened nipple.

"They all want me, Danny. I can see it in their eyes. The guys at school. They look at me when I walk down the hall, all of them. They like to watch my big tits bounce. They stare at my wide hips and my tight round ass after I walk past them. This boy who asked me out for a date – I think he wants me to kneel in front of him so that he can fuck my big tits."

She put on a little girl voice as she continued: "Even the teachers. All of the teachers – the principal, too – they all want to fuck me. They don't say anything but I know it, Danny. I can feel it. I'll bet the principal would like to bring me into his back office and spread me over his desk and fuck me from behind. He would pound my pussy until he shot his cum deep in my womb. Wouldn't that be awful? I'm sure my math teacher wants me to suck his cock under his desk. I'll bet he wants me to swallow his cum. But I don't want to suck another man's cock, Daddy."

She pulled my hand to her pussy and held it there. "They want to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, Daddy," she cooed, the sweet, innocent-sounding girlishness of her voice totally at odds with what she was saying. "They want to fill my tight wet pussy with their cocks. What can I do when so many guys want to stuff their hard cocks in my hot little pussy?" I pulled my hand away from her crotch and tried with shaking fingers to pull her skirt back in place.

"Maybe I'm tired of guys my own age constantly hitting on me sexually," she said, humping up and down on my cock. "Why can't I find someone more mature? Someone who can guide me." She pulled her blouse up, letting her big tits out, and then she stuffed her bare nipple in my mouth as she continued speaking in the sweetest little girl voice imaginable: "I need a father figure who can teach me how to suck his cock just right. I need a Daddy who will teach me to be his personal, special fucktoy who fucks him just the way he likes. A Daddy who will mold my tight little pussy so that it fits his cock and his alone like a tight pussy glove just made for his special Daddy cock. Where will I find a man who can teach me to fuck, Daddy?"

A part of me tried to move Krissy off of my lap, but the weaker, hornier part of me prevailed, and instead of picking her up and lifting her off of me, I ended up cradling her in my arms as she bounced on my cock. One arm, wrapped around her back, ended up cupping her breast and kneading it even while my mind was telling me to stop. My other hand delighted in the feel of her bare leg and thigh as she flexed it, rising and falling repeatedly on my aching cock.

"Mom is so lucky to have a guy like you," she continued, rubbing her tits all over my face while she continued to bounce on my hard-on. Against my conscious volition, I used the arms that I had cradling her to help lift her small, flexible body up and down on me. "You really understand her and love her for who she is – not just 'cause she's so hot and she loves to fuck you so much and she cums whenever she sucks your big dick. You have such a special relationship, the three of you: you and Mom and your big dick. Your big dick that's constantly pounding her and filling her mouth with cum."

Using the arm she had draped over the back of the chair, she pulled my head into her breasts. Her mouth was so close to my ear that when she whispered to me I could feel her breath in my ear. "I want a man who really loves me for who I am beyond my big soft tits and my tight little pussy that aches so badly to get fucked fucked fucked." She stuck her tongue in my ear and licked me so sensually that I could feel a string of nerve endings tingling all the way from my ear to the tip of my cock and even in my toes. Then she continued in an intimate whisper: "I want what my mom has."

"Krissy, I can't . . . ."

"I want it, Danny. I want what my mom has. Do you think I can get what she's getting?" At this point, her ass was alternating between squirming all over my lap and bouncing up and down frantically. "I need it, Danny! I need to get what Mom's getting!"

At that moment, just as, despite my better judgment, my hand was reaching Krissy's pussy and tickling the fabric of her panties, Marie called out from the other room, "Krissy, are you in there with your stepfather? Come into the kitchen, please. I want to show you how to fix this pastry arrangement."

"Coming, Mom!" Standing up, she turned to me as she pulled her blouse back down, covering her beautiful melons. "Thanks for talking to me about this, Danny. I feel like you understand exactly what I'm saying." She bent forward and kissed me on the forehead, rubbing both her tits in my face, then left for the kitchen.

As she reached the doorway, she turned back to me. "You know what I need, Daddy."

Marie didn't bring up the Krissy role playing idea again for several days, and I didn't press the matter. If she wanted to drop the Krissy fantasy, I figured, that was up to her, and I was the last one to push it on her. I knew I had overstepped the boundaries of fantasy in a major way. I was just thankful that Marie didn't do a Lorena Bobbit on me in the middle of the night. But she didn't say a word one way or the other.

So it came as a big surprise when, almost a week later, Krissy fantasies re-entered our bedroom.

It was a Tuesday morning. As usual, Marie woke me up by gently playing with my cock, starting with gentle caresses and gradually increasing the intensity as I came awake.

When I finally did open my eyes, I saw her sitting up on the bed alongside me. She was corkscrewing both her hands on my cock and gazing intently at her handiwork. When I groaned in pleasure, she looked into my face and smiled. "Good morning, darling," she said. "Isn't it a beautiful day? Mornings are always such a happy time, aren't they?" She increased the tempo on her handjob, bouncing up and down on the bed as she did so, making her tits jiggle happily. "God I love playing with your cock in the morning!"

Then she really surprised me: she asked, "Can Krissy suck your cock? Krissy loves morning wood."

My cock instantly got harder. "Of course you can, Krissy," I answered. "Suck me, Krissy. Suck Daddy."

Marie cradled my cock in her hands as she rearranged herself comfortably on the bed. "Thank you, Daddy," she said just before she plunged her mouth onto my dick.

Marie moaned and cooed over my cock for a couple of minutes while I gently stroked her hair. Then she lifted her head off my cock and lay down beside me. "Fuck your girl, Daddy," she said. "Fuck Krissy."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I immediately rolled over onto my wife and plunged my cock into her. "Is this what you wanted, Krissy? You want your Daddy to fuck you?"

"Yeah! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck Krissy!"

I knew from experience that the harder I pounded Marie, the louder she shouted, so now I really poured it on. Bracing my hands on the mattress on either side of my wife, I thrust into her over and over.

Her screams reverberated against the thin walls of the bedroom. "Yeah, Daddy yeah! Pump your cock into your stepdaughter! Come in her tight little cunt and spray your sperm in her womb!"

"Fuck me Krissy!" I screamed, knowing that Krissy herself would hear me in the next room. "Fuck your Daddy!"

"Yes, Daddy! I love you, Daddy! Fuck Krissy every day!"

And then I heard it: a slight bumping sound from the other room – the sound, I thought to myself, of a bed thumping when a person was bouncing rhythmically. And then the muffled sound of a person gasping and grunting. Krissy was joining us from the next room.

At that I lost it. Grabbing my gorgeous wife's hips and thrusting deep inside her, I ejaculated what seemed like a quart of cum into her womb. "I'm cumming, Krissy! I'm cumming for you! Take my sperm!"

A half hour later I came out of the shower and joined Marie and Krissy eating French toast at the breakfast table. I kissed Krissy on the cheek before I sat down. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you have nice dreams?"

"Yeah, Danny. I had a great dream just as I was waking up this morning. It really puts you in a good mood for the whole rest of the day."

After that I felt fewer and fewer compunctions about indulging Marie in her Krissy games. Several times a week from then on, Marie and I played the "Call Me Krissy" game while we fucked in the morning, and each time I made sure that Marie screamed Krissy's name loud enough for her daughter to hear us fantasizing about her. In turn, Krissy became much better about giving me a hug and a light, fatherly kiss every time she greeted me in the morning, left for school, or came home in the evenings. In fact, Krissy took every opportunity she could to give me hugs and little kisses throughout the day. She was such an affectionate girl.

At the same time, I felt fewer and fewer inhibitions about hugging Marie at odd times of the day. The turning point came one day when I came up behind her while she stood at the kitchen counter, hugging her and cupping her big tits while nestling my hard cock between her ass cheeks. "I love you so much, sweetheart," I said. Marie gasped as I pinched her nipples, then looked worriedly over at Krissy a few feet away, who sat at the kitchen table drinking a glass of milk. But Krissy simply smiled at us, approving of such a touching expression of marital tenderness.

So Marie gave in. The spatula clattered to the table top. Marie closed her eyes and sighed as I kneaded her breasts from behind and pushed my cock against her ass while her daughter watched. "I shouldn't," she whispered. "Not in front of K - K - Kri . . . ." Then she shivered and came.

It occurred to me at that moment that a part of Marie liked being powerless when I put her on display in front of her daughter.

The next day I was late coming home from work. By the time I arrived, Marie was already in the kitchen smearing a sauce on some meat for dinner.

I came up to her, reached up under her skirt, grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Then I unzipped my trousers and let them fall to the floor.

"Danny, wait. The dinner. . . ."

"Let it marinate," I said. I pushed the tray of meat and sauce to the side and hoisted Marie onto the kitchen table, then roughly entered her. While she sat up on the kitchen table, I grasped the lower hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head, then threw the blouse on the floor. I pulled her bra up so that it dangled like a necklace across her collar bone, exposing her beautiful 34F tits.

"Danny, don't," Marie said. "Krissy . . . ."

"Krissy's busy," I said, and thrust into my wife.

Marie's eyes widened, but at the same time she surrendered and lay back on the kitchen table and allowed herself to be fucked. A moment later, I saw what had made her eyes widen when Krissy casually entered my field of view from behind and walked over to the fridge to pour herself some ice water.

"Don't mind me," Krissy said.

I didn't mind at all.

"Uh! Uh! K- K- Krissy!" stammered Marie as I thrust into her.

"Yes, Mom?" answered Krissy. She gave her mother that familiar lopsided, evil grin. "When's dinner going to be ready?"

"Krissy! Oh, fuck!" Marie shivered all over, beginning at her head and moving all the way down to her toes. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids fluttered as if she were having a seizure rather than a massive orgasm. Her gorgeous tits, flattened from her lying on her back but still lying high on her chest, swayed back and forth with my thrusts and with her orgasmic shaking.

I continued thrusting as I said, "I think we may be delayed a few minutes, sweetie."

"That's okay," answered Krissy, "I guess I'll . . ."

"Krissy! Oh fuck! Krissy!"

". . . snack on some cheese while I wait for the main dish. You don't mind, do you, Mom?"

"Uh! Uh!" she replied. I reached up and gently pinched Marie's nipples, causing her to spasm again. Being involuntarily subjected to Krissy watching seemed to push Marie into an almost non-stop series of orgasm after orgasm.

"That's fine, sweetie," I said, smiling widely at her as I rammed my cock repeatedly into her mother. "Just remember – healthy snacks only. You don't want to ruin your appetite."

Marie's hands fluttered helplessly in her daughter's direction. Signaling for assistance? Or maybe trying to let Krissy know nonverbally that Marie hadn't meant her daughter to see such things? Or maybe just saying, "Oh, Krissy, I can't help it when your stepfather makes me cum and cum and cum?" But the only words that escaped her lips were, "Oh fuck Krissy!"

My thoughts exactly.

Krissy went back to the fridge and calmly pulled out some cheese, then got a knife and carved herself a slice. Maneuvering herself around the other side of the kitchen table so that she was outside of her mother's field of view, she gave me that crooked grin and nodded her head, then mouthed the words, "Fuck her good, Daddy!" While I pounded the shit out of her mother, Krissy lowered one hand to her crotch and made a circle with her thumb and index finger, pantomiming jacking me off. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" she mouthed, and gave me a wide open, happy smile.

That pushed me over the edge. With Marie thrashing under me in all directions and her huge tits bouncing back and forth, my cock slipped out of her cunt just as I reached my climax. My spunk flew onto my wife, spattering the skirt hiked up over her waist as well as her bare tummy and beautiful tits. A couple of spurts painted her beautiful, loving face. Both mother and daughter jerked quickly in surprise and lust.

Marie slid weakly off the kitchen table. She fell to a pile at my feet and, cradling my cock tenderly with the fingertips of both hands, lovingly cleaned my dick with her mouth, whimpering submissively and shivering in grateful orgasm as my cum dripped down her nose. "Serve Daddy cock," she whimpered between licks. Krissy watched, casually nibbling on the cheese while her disheveled, cum-spattered mother prostrated herself before my cock. I reached down with both hands to guide Marie's slurping while I smiled possessively at her daughter.

 I decided at that moment that the kitchen was my new favorite room in the house.

Over the next week life settled into a calm of perfect domesticity with me and my two beautiful, increasingly affectionate women. Hugs and small kisses became the order of the day. Marie became used to me caressing her breast lightly in front of Krissy as she served me breakfast, while Krissy's hugs before leaving for school became more frequent and more intimate. Often, when mother and daughter stood together at the kitchen counter while Marie taught Krissy some cooking technique, I came up and inserted myself between them, caressing both their asses as I checked out what was for supper.

My lust for Krissy was consuming me. It was a good thing that Marie fucked me senseless every morning, then sucked me until she fell asleep with my cock in her mouth every night. Otherwise there might have been a problem.

------X------ 

A few days later there was big news. I came home from work and heard Krissy's favorite rock & roll blaring in the living room. Krissy was prancing and dancing back and forth from the living room to the kitchen and back again while Marie stood at the kitchen counter smiling while she cut onions for dinner.

"What's the deal?" I asked.

"I got accepted to college!" Krissy squealed. "My first choice school! And a partial scholarship!"

I was happy for her at the news, but even through the happiness I was not blind to the sight of her big tits bouncing up and down under her tight pullover blouse. The fact that she had stripped her jeans off and had only panties on her bottom made her look even more fuckable.

"Come here," I said. "Both of you."

They came to me and we held hands in a triangle. "This is really a great accomplishment," I said. "Krissy, your mother and I are always proud of you, but today I can see that all the faith we've had in you has been well-placed."

"Oh, Danny! Thanks. And thanks, Mom, for sticking by me."

"Group hug!" said Marie, and the three of us came together. It was an honest expression of love and pride, and yet at the same time I could not help but feel the soft breasts of mother and daughter pressing against my chest from two sides. My hand slid down both women's backs and around their waists, resting at the junction where their nearly identical hips flared out from their tight waists. I pulled my girls in tighter.

Krissy stretched up and kissed my cheek and her mother did the same. Now both women were nuzzling against my face. I pulled mother and daughter in tighter, making their breasts mash against me more. Then Krissy moved her face over and kissed me closed-mouth on the lips. I brought my hand up from her waist, and stroked her cheek.

Krissy pulled back slightly. "Danny, you've been so supportive. I feel like you're more than a stepfather." She looked over at her mother. "Mom, can I . . .?" and without waiting for permission, she kissed me again, opening her mouth and invading me with her tongue. My eyes locked onto Marie's, who seemed a little surprised but not entirely disapproving. Without thinking, my hand slipped downward from Marie's waist and cupped her ass. Marie squirmed as I kneaded the her perfect asscheek.

"Wait, sweetheart," said Marie. "He's my husband, and I'm proud of him, too." She made Krissy pull back from my mouth and took her place. Marie's tongue thrust in and out of my mouth like she was fucking me with her tongue. Both my hands cupped my girls' asses and I pulled them to me as tightly as I could.

"My turn," said Krissy, as she moved in and started kissing me again. My cock, sandwiched between the two gorgeous women in my life, was hard as a rock.

"I think this calls for a celebration," said Marie. "Let's have champagne with dinner!"

Over dinner we talked about the particulars of the college acceptance offer. It covered the private school tuition, but the fact was that dorm, cafeteria fees and books were expensive. What with the recession and skyrocketing university expenses, things were more likely to be worse than better over the next couple of years.

"Krissy, how bad would it be if you kept living here after you finish high school?" Marie asked. "The university is only fifty miles away. Even with the high price of gas, it would still be cheaper than a dorm room. Of course, you'd miss out on part of that college freshman experience."

One of Krissy's strengths was her practical side. "I see what you're saying, Mom. If I'm going to make this happen, it looks like I'll have to be a commuter student. You don't mind my staying around the house next year, do you, Danny?" For once, Krissy seemed to be perfectly innocent in her suggestion, but that didn't stop my cock from growing bigger at the thought of her staying indefinitely.

Finances aside, it was still an important family celebration. Marie was never much of a drinker – alcohol usually went straight to her head. A glass of wine made her light-headed, and two pushed her over the edge into silliness. Krissy took after her mother, with the result that after a couple of unpleasant experiences on dates, she generally avoided drinking with friends. Tonight, though, both mother and daughter didn't care.

We cleared the dishes. Krissy went to her room, and within a minute or so more rock was blaring down the hallway. Marie settled down next to me on the couch.

"I'm so happy!" Marie said. "Krissy's worked toward this for four years, and with the scholarship and maybe some financial aid we can afford it for her. You've been so supportive." She nuzzled her head under my chin and sighed. "And I'm so tipsy!"

Krissy came prancing back into the living room. She'd changed from her earlier outfit, and now wore a sarong bottom with the white bikini top that her mother had earlier said was only for family viewing. My viewing, that is. "I'm just so energized!" she exclaimed. "This is awesome!" She began dancing to the beat.

Marie closed her eyes and rubbed her hand over my chest, leaving me to stare while Krissy danced for us. Making full use of the floor-length sarong, she moved her hips back and forth enticingly while shimmying her shoulders to maximize the sway of her huge teenage 32F tits, bouncing nearly unrestrained by the small triangular bikini patches that hardly covered anything other than her nipples. Marie stretched up and, her eyes still closed, kissed my neck while her fingers traced circles first on my chest, then lower toward my stomach, then lower still. "So drunk," she whispered. Her fingernail started tracing the outline of my cock through my pants.

Krissy's eyes locked on mine. She began to thrust her hips toward me, making her big tits bounce even more. At one point, during a brief drum solo, Krissy stood two feet in front of me, cupped her soft, grapefruit-sized tits in her hands and squeezed them for me while bucking her hips toward me in time with the pounding drum beats. Her mouth opened in a wide, happy grin and her head nodded up and down in time with the music. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she chanted to the beat, mashing her tits and pumping her hips in and out for me as she pantomimed getting fucked.

Marie, her eyes still closed, nibbled my earlobes while she stroked my cock. "Love you so much, baby," she whispered.

Then Krissy crooked her finger toward me. "Come on, Mom, Danny. Dance with me."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I stood and extended my arm to help Marie stand and we joined Krissy in the center of the room.

We danced in every combination: sometimes each of us became lost in the beat of the song and paid little attention to the others. Other times, I danced with either my wife or my stepdaughter. After the first couple of minutes, Marie shed her shoes, then she unzipped her straight skirt and wiggled out of it, preferring to dance in her panties as her daughter had earlier in the evening. So while Krissy paraded her humongous tits before me in her inadequate little bikini top, Marie backed up against me and ground her panty-clad ass into my groin. Both of my girls were drunk and getting looser. Life was good and getting better.

A long slow song came on. At first, I held Marie, and was treated to the sight of Krissy swaying to her own tempo behind her mother, looking into my eyes from several feet away, caressing her tits and pinching her nipples for me. Halfway through the song, one of her breasts slipped out of the bikini and she left it hanging out. At a musical break in the middle of the song, I drifted away from Marie and pulled Krissy into my arms. Marie kept her eyes closed and sashayed back and forth across the living room floor in an inebriated dream state. Krissy, only slightly less drunk than her mother, molded her body to mine as we swayed to the music.

"Dance with me Daddy," said Marie. Instead of cutting in, she joined Krissy and me and we became a trio, moving back and forth with one mind. Someone's hand started caressing my cock through my pants – I didn't know whose it was, and the fact that I didn't know made it all the more intensely erotic.

"I love my girls," I said. We continued to sway together with the music. I kissed Marie deeply for a moment, then turned to Krissy and thrust my tongue in her mouth. Then I went back to Marie. The mysterious hand on my cock continued to service me while the three of us danced and I went back and forth kissing mother, then daughter, then mother, then daughter. My lust for the two of them was so intense I wanted to explode.

Then Marie, dizzy from the champagne, sank down on the floor, smiling. Krissy crouched down alongside her and draped an arm over Marie's shoulder, then whispered in her ear just loud enough for me to hear: "Daddy needs his blowjob."

Marie smiled and reached up to my belt. Her fingers were less coordinated than usual, so Krissy helped her undo the button and zipper. My pants dropped down in a pile at my feet, and Marie smiled drunkenly at my hard-on bouncing in front of her face. "Cock," she said simply. "Cock cock cock."

"Here you go, sweetie," said Krissy as she took my cock and brought it to her mother's lips. "Daddy's gonna feed you." Marie smiled and kissed the tip of my cockhead. Then she closed her eyes and began to suck.

Krissy stood up and embraced me. "I love you, Daddy," she said, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I reached down with one hand and guided my beautiful wife's head on my cock, while the other hand rose up and cupped the big exposed breast of my other Daddy's girl.

Krissy reached down and held the base of my cock while her mother slurped greedily at the head. "Thank you, Daddy," said Krissy. "Thank you for finally letting me touch you." Her hand stroked my cock, and now I felt her other hand join mine on the back of her mother's head, intertwining with my fingers buried in her mother's hair as we both urged Marie to suck Daddy harder.

This went on for several minutes. I'm not sure Marie even knew where she was, she was so lost in her trance. "Love Daddy cock," she moaned. "Oh Daddy – hee hee hee! – I love you Daddy." She took my cock in both hands and jacked it for a minute, then smeared my precum on her cheeks. "Big cock Daddy," she cooed, then shivered all over. "Big cock Daddy makes baby cum all night." Krissy put her hands on both my cheeks while she kissed me desperately.

It was time to complete the process. "Get on your knees, Krissy. You need to join your mother. Show me how much you love Daddy."

She willingly sank to the floor beside her mother. Marie, high on champagne or maybe on cock, smiled drunkenly at her daughter. "Daddy needs his blowjob, sweetie," she said, and fed my cock to her daughter. The music continued as loudly as before, but all I could hear was the sound of Daddy's girls slurping and giggling, sharing delicious Daddy meat that they both loved so much.

Krissy, it seemed, was as multi-orgasmic as her mother and for some inexplicable reason – maybe it was genetic, or maybe it was because she had watched her mother cum so many times while giving head – she, too, had orgasms from sucking me. After a minute or two of giggling and shivering and licking, I led them over to the couch, where I could sit down while they continued sucking and cumming.

Once I had resettled on the couch, I stroked their hair and asked, "Are Daddy's girls happy?" They both looked up at me and beamed. Mother and daughter, partners in cocksucking. Each had an arm around the other's waist and a hand on the shaft of my cock, holding it between their beautiful faces.

I wanted the moment to go on forever. I imagined a future of Marie and Krissy sucking my cock and fucking me every day. My dream several weeks ago of the two of them hugging my cock together and glorying in my sperm was coming true. At that moment, contemplating a future of fucking these two beautiful women whenever I wanted, my cock erupted, showering my wife's and my stepdaughter's faces with cum. Marie and Krissy both laughed, then reached over to each other's faces to scoop up my sperm and feed it to each other.

 ------X------ 

The next morning Marie woke up with a rare hangover and only a hazy memory of the night before. "I remember having a good time, but I also remember something really naughty going on. What happened?"

"I'm not sure you want to know," I said.

When I came out of the shower a few minutes later, I heard Marie talking to Krissy while she fixed a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs for us.

". . . and I don't want you to get any silly ideas in your head, sweetie. Don't get me wrong -- I love having sex with your stepfather. But there's nothing magical about his penis -- or about any man's penis. Sure, your stepfather has a lot of stamina, but the real thing is this: I love him."

"I've seen you cum when you suck his cock. That's not normal, Mom."

Marie cleared her throat, obviously embarrassed. "Well, it's . . . ."

". . . Complicated. Yeah, I get it."

"Actually, it's not complicated at all. It's love. In the evenings, your stepfather and I have this . . . ."

". . . Roleplay. Yeah, I've seen it. You REALLY get into your roleplay, Mom."

Marie laughed. "I do get lost in it. But the reason I get lost in it is because I CAN get lost in it. I trust and love your stepfather as much as I trust and love you. When I close my eyes while I . . . uh . . . kiss him, I feel free to lose myself with him."

"Mom, I love him, too."

"Of course you do, sweetie. He's been a very good stepfather to you."

"Mom, I think I love him more like a . . . Daddy."

Marie turned and stared at her daughter.

Krissy went on: "Mom, I know that you and I haven't talked that much about my dating since you gave me the 'birds-and-bees/use-a-condom' speech a couple of years ago. But I really have taken to heart what you said about making sure that sex is meaningful. I haven't been nearly as . . . active, I guess you would say . . . as you and Danny probably think I've been." She paused and looked down at her plate, moving the food around nervously with her fork before looking back up at her mother and speaking again: "Do you think it would be alright if Danny were my first one?"

At that moment, there was a bang and crash outside on the street. It was the sanitation guys slinging the garbage cans into their truck. At the sound, Marie reflexively looked toward the front of the house and saw me standing at the end of the hallway. I imagine that the expression on my face was probably as dumbfounded as what I saw on hers. My cockteasing stepdaughter -- a virgin? A virgin who wants me to pop her cherry?

Marie shook her head slightly trying to reorder her thoughts. "Sweetie," she said. "You've raised a lot of . . . issues. But you need to leave for school in a few minutes. Let's talk about this some more later."

That night, the three of us watched a movie together. It was one of those weepy romantic dramas full of longing and separations and unrequited stuff ending in requited stuff. Marie was a sucker for that kind of thing, and I had to admit that I rather liked a nice romantic tearjerker myself once in a while.

At first, Krissy sat in the recliner several feet away from us. Marie curled up in my arms with her legs tucked under her.

After a few minutes, though, Krissy got up. "Don't pause the movie, I'm just fixing some popcorn. Want any?"

When she came back a couple of minutes later, she put a big bowl of popcorn on the table in front of the couch, handed me a glass of white wine and sat next to me. I sipped the wine while mother and daughter dug into the popcorn. As the movie became more engrossing, I put the wine glass on the table and lay back. Putting both arms on the back of the couch, I embraced my family and pulled my women toward me. Marie and Krissy leaned into my chest, their large breasts pressing into my body.

The movie went on. I kissed Marie on the top of the forehead, then turned to Krissy and did the same to her. My hands, which had been draped along their shoulders, rose up so that I could stroke both their cheeks. Marie responded by nuzzling closer to me to kiss and lick my neck, while Krissy contented herself with simply placing her hand over mine as I stroked her face.

The revelation that morning that Krissy was a virgin replayed itself in my head, making it hard to even follow the plot of the melodrama showing on the tube. It was hard to believe -- yet I had to -- that Krissy, with her sexy dancing, her pornographic displays and teasing, was actually still a virgin. Yet I knew that she wasn't a liar, especially since her mother and I had tacitly assumed that she was already sexually active and had accepted it as part of her coming of age in the modern era. Why would she bother lying about it?

I pulled Krissy's head closer to me so that she rested it on my shoulder while I continued to stroke her cheek. Accepting Krissy's inexperience caused a wave of tenderness to wash over me, reminding me of how lovely and cute and fun she was when I first met her in her early teens, before she blossomed into the sexy young woman that I saw today. I bent forward and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, sweetie," I said.

Marie saw my gesture and brought her hand up to stroke Krissy's cheek with me. "We both love you, sweetie. More than anyone else in the world." After that the three of us settled back into the couch and watched the movie unfold. I hugged both my girls tightly.

After a long time of relaxing together, Krissy turned to her mother. "Mom, I think it's getting late. Doesn't Daddy need his blowjob?"

Marie froze in embarrassment, but Krissy continued: "Oh, Mom. I've seen it all. Go ahead. Don't you want to?"

Marie did nothing for several seconds, seeming to consider it. Then she came to a decision. She reached toward my crotch and began a fumbling, one-handed effort to undo my belt. Krissy reached over and helped, smiling at her mother. The mother-daughter cooperation made my cock even harder.

In a few moments, Marie and Krissy had my pants off. Instead of sucking me, though, Marie remained curled up in my arms and began lazily stroking my rod up and down while we watched the movie. Krissy reached for a couple of kernels of popcorn and snuggled closer to me. "I love this show, Daddy."

We remained that way for several minutes. After so many intense interactions over the last several weeks, this was strangely low-key: Marie stroked me up and down, up and down in a way that was soothing while at the same time sexy as hell. Krissy occasionally took my hand draped over her shoulder and kissed it or licked my finger, but otherwise she simply burrowed into my chest and purred contentedly. Occasionally she reached for some popcorn and casually ate it while her eyes drifted back and forth from her mother's actions to the TV screen. It reminded me of her actions several weeks earlier, brazenly eating popcorn while she watched her mother blow me.

The movie was pretty good, too.

I hardly noticed it when Krissy's hand joined her mother's stroking my cock. At first, her fingers traced a trail along her mother's hand going up and down, as if Krissy was tentatively asking her mother's permission to help pleasure me. Only gradually did her fingers drift over so that both women were caressing my shaft.

Yet we continued to watch the movie. Mother and daughter were working together to give me pleasure, but they maintained a languid pace, stroking gently and occasionally moving in closer to kiss my neck or nibble my ear.

"I love both my girls so much," I said.

"We love you, too, Daddy. So, so much," said Krissy. She bent down and planted a loving French kiss on the tip of my cock, licking it and swirling her tongue around the head for only a second or so. Then she straightened up and settled back in my arms, stroking and purring like her mother.

We watched the entire movie that way. Krissy and Marie soon settled into an easy regime of cooperation, with one girl's hand on my shaft and the other's on my cockhead or drifting down to massage my balls. Every once in a while, Marie would bend forward to kiss the tip of my cock and lick up the precum. Sometimes, too, she moved forward so that she could catch Krissy's eye and give her important motherly advice: "Daddy likes it when you vary your strokes more, sweetie," or "Here, sweetie, it's your turn to lick up Daddy's precum."

At one point, during a lull in the movie plot, both Marie and Krissy nuzzled up on either side of me and started licking and nibbling on my ear lobes -- an intensely erotic sensation that, all by itself, made my skin quiver all over my body. Then they both started whispering while they licked my ears and continued to stroke my shaft:

"I love you so much, Daddy," whispered Krissy in one ear.

"Your cock is so good to me," Marie breathed into the other.

"Daddy, your cum is so delicious," whispered Krissy.

"I love it when you fill my mouth," said Marie.

"I'm a virgin, Daddy. Will you please fuck my virgin pussy?" asked Krissy.

After several more minutes of my two girls playing with my cock, Marie said, "Daddy, can I please suck your cock?"

I gave her a deep, long kiss, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth over and over. "Of course you can, sweetheart. Suck Daddy all you want."

Marie then bent her head toward my crotch and, with Krissy holding the base steady, she began to lick my shaft. "I love your big cock, Daddy. It's so good to me," she murmured between licks. Krissy and I relaxed with the movie and the show her mother was putting on. Krissy stroked the base of my dick lovingly, feeding it into her mother's mouth.

Krissy and I took turns stroking her mother's hair. "Love Daddy," Krissy instructed her mother. Then she turned toward me and began nibbling my ear, whispering to me, "I love you, Daddy. Thank you for letting me kiss your cock." Then she began whispering a mantra, "Love Daddy, suck Daddy, love Daddy, suck Daddy," over and over.

Krissy sat up on the couch for a moment and pulled off her blouse, then unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor by my feet. She knelt on the couch and presented one of her luscious tits for me to suckle. "I know you love big tits. Will you please kiss my tits, Daddy?" she said.

Marie forgot the movie entirely. She slid to the ground between my legs and devoted herself wholeheartedly to worshiping my cock. Krissy helped by putting her hand on the base, holding my cock steady for her mother's greedy mouth. "Good girl," whispered Marie between slurps, thanking her daughter for the assistance. Mother and daughter intertwined their fingers on the base of my shaft. A tingle seemed to pass between them and they both shivered in a shared orgasm.

Krissy giggled and hugged my head so that my mouth was crushed against her nipple. "Am I being good, Daddy?" she asked.

I brought my hands up to cup Krissy's breasts. My pelvis lurched forward in Marie's mouth. "Yes," I gasped. "Very good. You're both so good. Such good girls." Marie's mouth went deeper and deeper on my shaft, deepthroating me until she was kissing her daughter's fingers at the base of my cock.

As Marie's head came back up, Krissy sat back down on the couch began furiously kissing me, making my cock and pelvis lurch again. Marie saw her daughter's action and my response and giggled. Then she engulfed my cock with her mouth and began spasming, sharing my ecstasy.

After a couple of minutes of kissing, Krissy slipped down to the floor. Instead of joining by her mother's side, though, she lined herself up behind Marie. Kneeling erect, her head and upper torso rose up above her mother, exposing her lovely breasts to me while her mother nursed contentedly.

"We love you, Daddy," she said. Then she placed her hands on either side of her mother's head and began guiding Marie in and out on my cock. Marie's dark blonde hair began swaying back and forth under her daughter's insistent direction, while Krissy's huge tits, just above her mother's head, bounced up and down with the movement of her arms.

Krissy started pushing her mother's head deeper and faster on my cock. Her bouncing tits were mesmerizing. "Is this how you like it, Daddy?" she asked, giving me that dangerous lopsided grin. She pushed her mother's head roughly, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Marie started to gag while Krissy giggled.

Her mother's mouth was so full that all she could utter was a helpless "Mmph! Mmph!" Krissy's eyes shone brightly as she guided her defenseless mother to get face fucked.

This went on for several electrifying minutes. Part of me was energized by the perverse reversal I saw of Krissy taking charge of her mother while Marie was in the thrall of her oral fixation. In the throes of her lust Marie let her daughter push her face onto my cock over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. Marie's hands lay flat at first on my thighs, but now the base of her wrists stayed on my thighs while her fingers began to flutter spastically. Her eyelids blinked rapidly while she spasmed uncontrollably in the pleasure that her daughter was forcing on her. Marie gagged and drooled helplessly. Krissy pushed her mother's mouth over and over relentlessly onto my dick.

Finally, though, I pulled Krissy's hands away from her mother's head. "It's your turn now, sweetie," I said. "Come closer. You need to tit fuck Daddy."

Krissy edged forward. Marie moved back and hugged Krissy from behind, cupping her daughter's huge tits and presenting them to me as a gift. Smiling into my eyes, she wrapped her daughter's big tits around my shaft and began rubbing them up and down for my pleasure. Marie's own bouncing oversized tits framed Krissy's head on either side. Both of my girls beamed happily at me in loving worship.

Finally the pleasure became too much and I came. I held my cock and aimed upward, spattering my stepdaughter's lovely young face with cum, branding her as mine. Krissy giggled and licked her lips. Marie, kneeling behind her daughter, squeezed Krissy's tits for me and smiled benignly while I watched my cum drip from Krissy's chin onto her gorgeous round tits. "You're so good to us, Daddy!" she said.

I pushed Marie's head toward her daughter's chest. Marie took the hint and started licking the sperm off her daughter's breasts.

 ------X------ 

That night I wanted oh so badly to fuck Krissy, but my better judgement told me to take it slow and make sure things were okay with Marie.

But there were no problems. That night, Marie drifted to sleep in my arms as always, and the next morning my sexy wife woke me up by riding my cock as always. Part of the time she bent over me, pushing her nipples in my mouth while she whispered endearments in my ear: "Fill me up, Danny. I'm so lucky to have married such a stud. Thank you for fucking me so well."

Then she sat up on my cock, gyrating like a belly dancer on amphetamines, her arms raised toward the ceiling and screaming almost incoherently with pleasure while her big tits bounced for me. In between the inarticulate Mariah Carey squeals, anyone listening could hear things like, "Fuck me, stud! Gimme me your cum, and then cum some more! Fuck your girl!"

When I finally came, Marie jumped off me as usual and ran down the hall to clean up and fix breakfast. Fucking in the mornings always energized her.

Personally, I'm not a morning person. I usually get moving more slowly, furious morning fucks notwithstanding. A few minutes later, after Marie had finished her shower and was already in the kitchen, I stumbled into the bathroom and started washing up.

I wasn't in the shower more than a couple of minutes before I heard a knock.

"Danny, you in there?"

"What is it, Krissy?" I asked.

I heard the door open and through the haze of the bathroom curtain I could see Krissy's vague form by the sink. "I'm sort of in a hurry this morning. Do you mind if I use the bathroom while you shower?"

"Uh, sure."

"Great." Then her hands pulled back the shower curtain and Krissy stepped in. The water began to spray against her perfect, teenage body. She smiled at me and said, "I just think we could save so much time if we shower together."

My cock started hardening quickly. "It saves on water bills, too," I said, and gave a short laugh. I took her head in her hands and kissed her on the top of her forehead, then brought her head up so that she looked me in the eye. "You look lovely this morning, sweetie."

"Thanks, Danny. Would you like me to soap you up?"

She and I both soaped up our hands. She concentrated on massaging my cock with both hands. The way she pulled both her arms toward her torso so she could reach down to my groin brought her breasts together and pushed them out enticingly.

I took soapy hands to her large tits and covered them with slippery suds. Then I put both hands on her shoulders and pressed her down.

She willingly got on her knees in the shower. With the water cascading downward onto her head and back, she sandwiched my cock between her lovely oversized breasts and started rubbing it. The whole time, her face was lifted up so that she could look happily into my eyes. "Is this what you want, Danny? Me on my knees, worshiping your big dick? Tit-fucking you? It sure as hell is what I want."

Krissy started varying her pace and movements. She started rubbing one breast upward while bringing the other downward, creating a slippery, soapy sensation that made me laugh out loud with pleasure. "Faster?" she asked, as her hands and tits sped to a blur. The hot water spraying us, the soap, the bouncing breasts and my subservient, sexy stepdaughter kneeling before me were both a visual and a tactile pleasure that was as great as any I could remember. "Come on, Danny, fuck my tits just like you fuck my mother's. Are my tits as pretty as my mom's?"

After a few minutes of fantastic tit-fucking that kept me perfectly balanced on a knife edge of cumming, I pulled Krissy to her feet and directed her to face away from me, toward the tiled shower wall. Instinctively knowing what I intended, she spread her legs and braced her hands against the wall. Her delectable ass thrust outward invitingly.

Krissy was so much shorter than me that I had to bend at the knees to position my cock under her jutting ass. When I lined my dick up and pushed up into her tight vagina, she gasped in surprise and short-lived pain. When I saw a trace of blood trickle down her leg and toward the drain I knew: she really was a virgin after all.

"I love you, sweetie," I said, and kissed the back of her neck. "Am I your first time?"

"Uh! Uh! Oh God, Danny, yes! My first cock. My first time with Daddy!"

The hot water cascaded over us, washing every trace of blood away. "I'll be gentle, sweetheart. Don't worry about the pain. It'll go away soon."

Krissy began to thrust back rhythmically. "It only hurt for a second," she gasped. "I'm . . . uh! . . . uh! . . . fine now. Please, just fuck me harder. Give it to me like you give it to my mother. Make me scream for it like she does."

I did. My first real thrust was so hard and sudden that Krissy's heels lifted off the ground.

I spent the next several minutes with her thrashing in all directions, the tips of her toes barely touching the ground for balance. Gasping for breath, she danced on her tiptoes like a perverted ballerina on a spit – impaled on my cock. The shower water splashed over us as I held her hips and drove in and out, fucking her ruthlessly. She squirmed and wiggled under my control like a helpless fuckdoll. Her hands remained braced against the wall, but sometimes she balled her fists and pounded against the bathroom tiles. "Dear God!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "So big! So fucking big!" It gave me a twisted pleasure to think that her mother could hear her down the hall.

It seemed to last only a few minutes, but the fact that we ran out of hot water meant we must have been in the shower for far longer. When the cold water started spraying us, we both jerked and laughed in surprise. We quickly rinsed off and got out. When the water stopped, I heard Marie's voice outside the door, "Breakfast is ready! Let's start the day right!"

Krissy hugged me and stretched her short frame up toward my ear. "Please, Danny, don't stop just yet. I want you to carry me over the threshold into the rest of the house."

Her using the term "carry me over the threshold" made my cock pulse with lust. I immediately thought of the two of us embarking on a new phase in our lives, with her joining her mother as a co-wife. I pictured fucking her and her beautiful, sexy mother every day for years to come.

My horny stepdaughter put her arms around my neck and hopped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and ass. "Put your cock in me, Danny, so you can show me off to Mom."

I slipped my cock into my stepdaughter's tight pussy again and after an initial gasp she immediately started laughing and bouncing happily on my dick, forcing me to support her lithe little body by grabbing her soft teenage ass from below. "Ready for breakfast?" I asked her. "Let's go."

A few moments later I walked into the kitchen, supporting my tiny, busty stepdaughter in my arms while she pistoned up and down on my cock, giggling in physical ecstasy and in the joy of putting on such a pornographic show for her mother. She clearly loved being on display, carried from room to room and shown off as Daddy's little teenage fuckdoll. "Look at me, Mom!" Krissy cried, "Daddy's fucking me so good! Hee hee hee!" She started spasming on my cock, squirming and bouncing even faster and cumming uncontrollably and giggling just like her mother. "Oh God, Mom! He's so good! His cock is so good!"

Marie smiled at her daughter. "Yes, sweetie. He's very very good." She walked up to me and stroked my cheek. "Don't worry, Danny. I'm okay. Just fuck her good."

All my self-consciousness and misgivings dissipated with those words. I laid Krissy on the bare kitchen counter, letting her down gently so her ass rested on the edge and her legs hung down. Then, using the better leverage that came from not having to carry her around the house, I started ramming my cock deep into her.

"Oh Daddy!" she cried, "So deep! Fill me up, Daddy! Pump me full of baby juice! Get me pregnant!" Her head started thrashing from side to side. Her breasts, which still rose high despite lying on her back, wiggled and bounced with each thrust.

Marie approached us from the side and gently caressed my ass while I thrust over and over into her daughter. "Give it to her, Daddy," she said in a surprisingly soothing voice. "Fill her up with cum." Marie then moved behind me and pressed into my bare back so that I could feel her large breasts mashing against my body. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks and she urged me onward, pushing me over and over into her daughter's tight young pussy. "Fuck us both," she urged. "Fuck us both from now on."

When I came, the feeling was so intense it seemed as if every nerve in my body was concentrated in the head of my cock shooting life-giving sperm into the cock-loving fertile blonde sexpot beneath me. As I came in my beautiful stepdaughter, she implored me some more: "Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me everyday.

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