Family First Ch 09

When morning finally arrived, it wasn't the light streaming in through Christina's window that woke her, but rather the lewd moans and wet slapping of flesh emanating from her parents' bedroom. It took a moment for her brain to make sense of what she was hearing, but once it did, a big, excited smile spread across her face.

Like a bolt of lightning, she scrambled out of bed and over to her dresser. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes and making a token effort at bringing her frizzy, red hair into some semblance of order, she crept out into the hallway. She'd spent practically all of the previous evening waiting and hoping for a chance to join her parents in bed, and she could barely contain her excitement that the moment had finally arrived.

The sight that greeted her when she poked her head inside their room was far from disappointing. Diane's arms were stretched out on either side of her body, holding onto the sheets for dear life. Her legs were splayed wide and bent at the knee, so the soles of her feet pointed toward the ceiling. The rest of her was pinned beneath her husband's body in complete submission to his insistent fucking. Her ass and thighs jiggled with the repeated, forceful impact of Ray's body slamming into her own.

Christina felt a flush of warmth between her legs as she watched her parents rut like a pair of animals in heat. She marveled at the sight of her Dad's naked body--the muscles of his ass clenching every time he thrust his hips forward, driving himself deep into her mom's wet cunt. Diane let out a throaty groan every time he bottomed out inside of her, and Christina couldn't help but wish that they could trade places so that she could be the one writhing and squirming beneath her dad's insistent body as he reamed out her hungry cunt.

Almost without thinking, she found herself reaching beneath the waistband of her panties and running her fingers through her matted pubic hair and down to her clit, which was erect and begging for stimulation. She ran her index and middle finger in slow circles around her sensitive nubbin as she watched the base of her dad's hard cock repeatedly disappear between the perfectly round cheeks of her mom's ass.

"I think we have an audience, honey," Ray said as he brought his churning hips to a temporary halt.

The sound of her father's voice nearly made Christina jump out of her skin. She'd been so entranced by the sights and sounds of their lovemaking that she'd failed to notice that she was being observed as well.

"Mmmm... took you long enough," Diane said, turning her her head to face her daughter. "I thought you'd never wake up."

"Not much chance of that with all the noise you two were making," Christina replied as a relieved smile spread across her face. Her eyes darted back in her father's direction, only to realize that his own gaze was focused between her legs.

It was only then that she realized that her hand was still shoved inside of her panties and cupping her excited sex. She withdrew it quickly, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Even after everything that had already happened, there was something about the look in her father's eyes that made her feel strangely shy and vulnerable.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he said, blushing right along with his daughter.

"It's fine -- I don't mind," Christina replied, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. There was a moment of awkward silence before she finally said, "Don't stop on my account."

Diane grinned. "You heard her, honey -- get busy!" she said, reaching behind herself to playfully slap him on the thigh.

Ray's blush deepened, but he did as he was told. Moments later, he was hard at work, driving his prick into the warm crevice between his wife's legs. Every now and then, he would dart his eyes back at Christina -- his mind trapped somewhere between his wife's soft, pleasurable body, and the utter strangeness of sharing their raw sexuality with their daughter.

"Oh yeah! That's it!" Diane groaned, egging him on. "Show our daughter what you can do with that perfect cock of yours!"

As the room was once more filled with the sounds and smells of sex, Christina found it impossible to resist the temptation to move her fingers back down to her dripping cunt. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she swirled her fingertips through her moist opening before settling them back on her engorged clit.

It quickly became apparent that she was locked in a sort of feedback loop with her parents. As Ray watched his daughter masturbate, the pace and intensity of his fucking started to pick up speed. Likewise, Christina did her best to match his pace, imagining that it was his cock, and not her fingers that were digging repeatedly into her pussy.

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Diane moaned. "Keep fucking me! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she demanded as the wet sounds of their slapping flesh reached a crescendo pitch. Finally, her face locked into a rictus of pleasure and her eyelids fluttered.

Christina knew her mom was about to cum, and she felt a giddy sense of excitement as she watched her bury her face in the sheets and let out a piercing shriek. Her legs shot out straight, and the muscles of her ass and thighs rippled with a series of violent contractions. Lifting her head, she took in a deep lungful of air and used what little leverage she had to writhe and squirm beneath her husband's body. Anyone who had just walked in would think she was trying to escape, but nothing could have been farther from the truth.

As Diane rode the waves of orgasmic bliss, Ray kept ramrodding his cock in and out of her, driving her to ever greater heights of pleasure. Christina felt a fresh gush of moisture pool at the entrance to her cunt as she watched him use her mom like his own personal fuck toy. Even when Diane's wild contractions had ceased, he just kept fucking her, harder and harder, until he couldn't hold back back any longer.

Ray's orgasm was more restrained than Diane's. A few, quiet grunts escaped his lips as he buried himself to the hilt and emptied the contents of his balls into her. His hips gave a few more gentle thrusts before he collapsed fully on top of Diane's panting body.

"Enjoy the show?" Diane asked as she smiled lazily up at her daughter who was still busily frigging her cunt.

The only reply Christina could muster was a strangled cry as a small, but powerful orgasm ripped its way through her body. No longer able to support her own weight, she fell to her knees and buried her index and middle fingers deep into her clutching hole. Watching her parents make love was one of the most exciting things she'd ever seen, and she kept mentally replaying those images over and over in her mind as waves of intense pleasure washed through her body.

Diane chuckled and said, "I guess I'll take that as a yes."

Christina let out a low groan. "That was... so... so fucking hot..." she mumbled as she struggled to come back to her senses.

"It was, wasn't it?" she replied with a playful lilt in her voice. "For what it's worth, you put on quite a show, yourself. Didn't she, honey?" Diane asked, turning her head slightly in Ray's direction.

"Oh yeah..." Ray mumbled between panting breaths.

"Although..." Diane continued, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment. "It would have been even nicer if we could have watched you get off without that ratty, old t-shirt in the way."

Christina smiled. It was obvious that her mom was trying to give her an opening, and she had no intention of passing it up.

"Is that true, Dad?" She asked. Her voice was husky and low despite her jangling nerves. "Do you really want to see me like that?"

She already knew the answer, of course, but there was something about saying the words out loud that made her pussy throb. She hoped they would have the same effect on her father.

Ray seemed taken aback by the forwardness of her question and his cheeks flushed red before he finally gave her a short, embarrassed nod.

"I'd love that, Pun'kin."

Christina's heart fluttered with palpable joy as her dad called her by the pet name he'd used when she was a child. It reminded her of all the times he'd been there to comfort and care for her and how much love they'd already shared over the last eighteen years. Of course, it took on a much dirtier connotation in their current situation. It reminded her that she was his little girl, his beautiful princess. She was going to do everything she could to make sure that her handsome daddy knew how much she adored him.

As she reached for the hem of her panties, fresh feelings of vulnerability gnawed at her, but her insecurities melted away when she saw the unmistakable hunger in her father's eyes. She shimmied out of her undergarments and kicked them aside, enjoying the feel of air cooling against the damp furrow between her legs.

Without any further hesitation, she gripped the hem of her extra large t-shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her nakedness to her eager parents. She stood stock still for a moment, allowing her dad's eyes a moment to roam over her body.

Ray's gaze lingered on the mass of freckles that dotted his daughter's dainty breasts, thinning out over the flat expanse of her tummy, only to return in full bloom as his eyes took a slow journey down her long, athletic legs. A quiet gasp escaped his lips when, without being asked, she did a slow turn, giving him plenty of time to enjoy the sight of her toned thighs and tight rear-end.

"Beautiful..." he muttered.

Christina trembled with excitement as she stood before them, waiting further instructions. She watched as her parents finally extricated themselves from each other and sat facing her on the edge of their mattress. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her father's half-hard cock as it flopped wetly against his thigh, covered in a slick film of pussy juice and his own cum.

Diane, for her part, kept her legs spread, giving her daughter a clear view of her well-fucked hole. Having just been laying on her stomach, a line of frothy spunk had dripped out near her clit and matted in her trimmed, auburn pubic hair. Now gravity was pulling it in the opposite direction and Ray's sticky load had begun the process of sliding back down over the splayed lips of her cunt.

When neither of her parents said anything, Christina decided to take some initiative of her own. She walked on unsteady legs in her father's direction, stopping when she felt her knees bump up against the inside of his hairy thighs.

"You can touch me if you want," she whispered.

Ray glanced quickly in his wife's direction, seeking some final confirmation that she really was okay with what he was about to do. When Diane gave a quick smile and nod, he returned his attention back to Christina and placed his hands tentatively on her hips.

Christina felt lightheaded as her father's hands made contact with her naked flesh. She purred with delight as he worked his way up her torso until his palms finally glided over her pale, freckled breasts, covering them entirely.

"Oh! Daddy!" she gasped, surprising herself with the childish innocence in her voice. She hadn't called him that since she was a little girl, but somehow, in the moment, it seemed entirely appropriate.

This certainly wasn't the first time someone had touched her this way, but there was something about Ray did it that made her swoon. His hands were so strong, and his movements so confident and assured. When his thumbs brushed over the tips of her nipples, she felt like she was going to faint, and it was only her father's firm grip that kept her from losing her balance and falling forward into him, not that either of them would have minded if she had.

All the while, Ray had a dreamy smile on his face, hardly believing that his beautiful daughter was standing before him, willingly offering herself to him. The love and devotion in his eyes was unmistakable, and Christina couldn't stop herself from reaching down and stroking her overheated sex.

She made a disappointed mewling sound when Ray's right hand left her breast and moved higher. He gently caressed her neck, and rubbed his thumb over her earlobe before brushing his palm against her cheek. There was nothing inherently sexual about his gesture, but it made Christina feel like her insides were melting. She closed her eyes and let out a contented purr, quickly losing herself in the intimate contact.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that her father was no longer staring at her naked breasts, but looking directly up at her face. She was once again struck by how handsome he was. If his placid smile was anything to go by, he must have been thinking that she was just as beautiful.

Before she even realized what she was doing, Christina found herself leaning forward and meeting him in a tender kiss. It was gentle and soft at first -- scarcely different from the countless kisses she'd given him in the past. But as his lips lingered on hers, the rest of the world seemed to fall away as their perfect moment stretched on into infinity.

She marveled at the way he could be so gentle and loving while still feeling so strong and masculine, just as a father should. A low groan escaped from between their lips as she felt his tongue snake out of his mouth and brush against her pursed lips.

Ignoring the burning heat between her legs for the time being, she reached up with both hands and pulled her father's face deeper into her own. What had started as a gentle exploration quickly blossomed into a passionate make-out session. Ray's hands aggressively stroked her cheeks, shoulders and breasts while she kept a tight grip on his scalp, making sure that he wouldn't pull away. Christina was dimly aware of his whiskers scratching her lips and chin, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the jolt of electricity that shot through her every time his tongue penetrated her lips or his fingers tweaked one of her hard, pink nipples.

She was so lost in their frantic explorations that it came as a surprise when she felt his rigid cock brush up against her thigh, leaving a slimy trail of cum and female lubrication along her soft skin. It was a pleasant reminder that she wanted so much more from him than a new make-out partner.

Pulling back from her father's insistent kisses, she flashed him a sultry grin which he returned in kind before she pushed him backward. It was only then that she remembered that the two of them weren't alone.

Diane was sitting in roughly the same position she'd been in a few minutes earlier, with one leg planted on the floor and the other curled up beneath her on the bed. A heavy-lidded smile was plastered across her face as she used one hand to busily finger-fuck herself while the other tweaked her puffy, pink nipples.

"You two are so fucking hot," she said. "I can't believe we're really doing this..."

"Me either," Christina replied as her eyes darted back and forth between her mom's face and the space between her spread legs. "Thanks for sharing, Mom."

"Anytime, honey... Now if you don't mind, I think your dad could use some assistance."

Christina dutifully shifted her attention back to her father, who was leaning backward, supporting himself on his elbows, smiling as he took in the sight of his naked wife and daughter. She flashed him a sexy smile as she moved to straddle his body, shuddering with excitement as his springy chest hair tickled her engorged nipples. Once again, she felt his turgid erection press against her inner-thigh, and for a brief moment, she considered throwing caution to the wind and sliding an inch or two further down and taking him into slick cunt.

As badly as she wanted him, though, she'd been waiting too long for this moment, and she wanted to drag out their mutual pleasure for as long as she possibly could. With her hands planted on either side of his head, Christina leaned down and planted another wet kiss on his lips before moving lower. She trailed a series of butterfly kisses down his neck until she reached his well-toned pectorals. Much as he had with her, Christina took her time exploring her father's upper body. She ran her hands through his chest hair and gently licked and sucked at his nipples, enjoying his masculine scent and taste. When she was finally ready to continue her journey downward, she took a moment to nuzzle her face into his chest, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. For several long moments, she lay there with him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest and listening to his heart pounding in his chest.

All the while, she felt the object of her desire pulsing and flexing against her belly. Christina felt another wave of dizziness as she formed a mental image of what she planned to do next. With a few deep breaths, she managed to regain her composure and gently wiggled out of her father's comforting embrace.

She couldn't help but glance upward at him one last time, enjoying the expression of abject lust on his face as she planted another trail of kisses down his stomach, around his belly-button, and into the light patch of pubic hair that surrounded his rigid erection.

"Is this for me, Daddy?" she asked as she wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of his shaft and gave it a playful waggle.

A low, animal groan escaped Ray's lips. "If you want it, Pun'kin. You can do anything you like with it."

"Anything?" she asked, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "But what would Mommy think?"

"Mommy thinks you should be a good girl and help your dad feel good," Diane moaned as her fingers rapidly picked up speed in her slimy cunt.

"Hmm... but how?" Christina asked. She knew she was being silly, but pretending to be her parents' innocent little fuck slut was turning her on more than she ever thought possible.

"Use your mouth, sweetie," Diane replied with a growing sense of urgency.

Christina feigned shock once more. "I thought only naughty girls did that kind of thing." She paused, letting her objections hang in the air for a moment or two. Finally, in a meek voice, she asked, "Would you like me to be naughty for you, Daddy?"

"Oh, god yes, Pun'kin!" Ray exclaimed as his hips bucked up into his daughter's hand. "I'd love it."

She flashed her father an innocent smile, enjoying the way his cheeks burned with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Her dirty talk was a nice reminder of how utterly wrong this all was. Fathers were not supposed to do these kinds of things with their daughters -- but nevertheless, here they were, naked, aroused, and about to cross yet another forbidden threshold.

"Well okay, then," Christina said as leaned forward and drew her father's turgid erection closer to her face. She took a moment to admire the twitching appendage that had been so instrumental in her own creation. Her dad's dick was long and smooth, with a squishy, pink head that flared outward, creating a severe ridge that she knew would massage her insides to countless earth-shattering orgasms.

There would be time for that later, though. For now, she wanted nothing more than to help sate her father's lust. For all their dirty talk, she really did love him, and she wanted to make sure their first time together was every bit as good for him as she knew it would be for her.

With a sly wink, she leaned forward even further and started licking tentatively at the smooth underside of his shaft, revelling in the musky scent of his arousal. The masculine flavor of his cock was intoxicating, and soon she was bathing his whole cock with her tongue.

She covered his twitching shaft with a thick layer of saliva before wrapping her fist around it and giving him a few experimental pumps. A delighted moan escaped Ray's lips as his hips bucked upward into her tight-fisted grasp. She jerked him steadily and moved her head lower, swiping her tongue playfully over his balls before sucking one of them into her mouth and tonguing it gently.