Hello! Welcome back to the debauched fantasy world that I inhabit. This is part 9 of a fantasy series I started many years ago. It involves incest, so if you're new to the series, and incest isn't your thing, best to look at one of the other fabulous and probably far more worthy stories on the site.
If you know what you're getting with an incest story, read on!
Before we start, I make no real pretence at realism. I'm going for something mildly plausible. Finally, it's a work of fiction and does not represent my own views.
How did it Happen Pt. 09
"Tell me again! Tell me about her pussy!" Diane panted, and I drove into her.
"You really want me to tell you again about how tight our daughters pussy is?" I teased.
"Or about how you sucked my cum out of her hot cunt?" I growled.
"OHHHHH FUUUCCKKK" Diane wailed.
I pushed my cock into her harder, straining to keep from cumming, my body shaking as hers stiffened and her orgasm crashed over her. The familiar warmth rose in my balls and I pulled my twitching cock from her pulsing pussy, 2 quick strokes with my hand had me spilling my seed across her stomach and snatch.
Stars shot across my vision and I collapsed next to Diane gasping. We lay together, giggling and cuddling, covering each other in our combined cum.
"We should shower" I suggested.
"Later. I want to cuddle for a while. I want to talk to you too"
"OK" I answered with some trepidation.
"I want to do it again" Diane stated.
"We said we wouldn't" I reminded her, insticintively knowing exactly what she was referring to.
"I can't stop thinking about it.... I think about it all the time. I want to watch you fuck Abby sooooo bad!" Diane pleaded, reaching her hand down between our bodies.
Her hand gently massaged my semi erect cock before disappearing between her own legs.
"I won't lie, I love that you love to hear about it. I like the fantasies that we have. I love the improvement in our sex lives. But Abby doesn't even live here anymore, and we all agreed that we needed to stop, in case it got out of hand."
Diane was silent, I knew she was formulating an argument.
"Besides, she's engaged now. It's been 3 years and the wedding is soon." I interrupted beofre she started again.
"I know. I mean I don't want to ruin things, but I feel like I can't control it" she said quietly.
Time does make changes things, but it doesn't eliminate feelings. It took time for Diane's hurt to subside, which I think she masked a lot with sex. Not that I complained, at first the sex was aggressive, hard and fast fucking. Animalistic. She'd growl and demand, sometimes beg me to tell her every dirty detail of my affair with our daughter.
I got very good at talking dirty, and Diane got off on it hugely. After time, it mellowed to something more loving, but still hot and heavy.
We both worked hard to lose weight, Diane's bedroom clothing got more and more racy as she gained more body confidence. I kept telling her that I loved her figure, and I meant it. However, Diane seemed intent on slimming down to Abby's size despite my protests.
As a result, we role played a lot. It would always be incest related, father / daughter was her favourite, but sometimes brother / sister or mother / son. We watched endless amounts of incest porn at her behest.
During that time Abby took the opportunity to leave home and set up in an apartment on her own. I think she was hurting in her own way. But she grew up immensely. We visited regularly, and there were times when it felt like she'd moved back in. But as her independence grew, so did she. The inevitable happened, and she met a man, fell in love and got engaged.
Till eventually, by the age of 23, she was preparing to get married.
I guess like most fathers, I genuinely didn't feel like her Fiancé, Ben wasn't good enough for her. He was about 10 years older and seemed charming enough, but there was something about him that I just didn't trust. He was vague on a lot of things and it left nagging doubts on my mind. Diane put it down to fatherly prejudice. She thought Ben was wonderful, the perfect catch. I suspected she fancied him.
"Diane, she'll always be our little girl and for a while it was different, but she's not our sex toy" I admonished gently.
"I get it. I just wish.....you know, one last time" She sighed, tilted her head up to me and kissed me gently.
"It's not like I don't think about it. I mean we talk about it a lot! I know how hot it makes you" I answered, brushing my fingers over her rigid nipple.
"You'll get me going again!" She sighed.
"As if you need a reason to get going again" I chuckled.
"Seriously though, if an opportunity came up, would you do it again? Would you fuck Abby?" She asked, not letting the subject go.
"I don't know, look at all of the trouble it caused. I mean, if it was with you there..." I finished.
I knew the answer really. Of course, I would. Abby was stunning, sexy and sexually adventurous. She did fuck her own father after all and make her mother suck the cum from her used pussy.
"You'd ONLY be able to do it with me there mister!" Diane said, squeezing my cock for emphasis.
"OK, OK!" I capitulated.
"Wouldn't it be easier if we had a threesome another way? You know get another girl in with us?"
"Hmm maybe, but I don't think it would be the same" she pondered.
"Besides, maybe I'd want another man. Or two!"
"Hmmmm, I can't exactly say no, but not sure how I'd feel watching you get serviced by another guy."
"Who said you'd just be watching? I have three openings to fill" Diane smirked.
"Oh, that's naughty" I answered
"As naughty as slipping your fat cock in our daughters' tight asshole?" Diane breathed.
She was worked up again and I knew I wouldn't get out of this without providing at least one more orgasm.
I pushed her back firmly but gently, admiring her curves, she submitted easily, smirking again in the knowledge that she'd successfully manipulated me into another round. Apparently happy that she'd planted the seed for us to get back into Abby's knickers.
"If you'd seen it, would you have sucked my dick afterward? After it had been in her ass?" I whispered in her ear.
She groaned, pulling my lips to hers for a fierce kiss. I pulled away and knelt by her head, my cock was sensitive, but erect, pulsing to my heartbeat.
"Lick it slut. Lick her ass off my shaft, clean it all up slut" I demanded.
"Yes sir!" Diane licked hungrily, bathing my shaft with the softness of her tongue.
I knew she could taste her own pussy juice, this seemed to spur her onward. I pulled my shaft away and presented my testicles. My wife didn't need telling and went at it with gusto. Her tongue seemed to curl around my balls and she sucked licked and teased me.
To my surprise, Diane shifted, pushing her head between my legs. I was now straddling her forehead and I felt a wonderful joy as her tongue danced across my perineum, that strip of skin between the scrotum and my anus. I was wonderfully sensitive there and the sudden anticipation that Diane might rim me made me feel giddy.
As Diane's tongue slowly made its way to my anus, I reached down and tweaked her nipples, eliciting a muffled moan from her. I quickly made my way toward her streaming pussy. Her vulva was slick and her clitoris was standing proud, begging for attention. Just as I touched her clit, she took the first swipe of my ass. Even expecting it, it made me jump and I groaned loudly. The perversity of that action seemed to send both of us into overdrive.
I concentrated hard on Diane clit as she pushed her hips up to meet my questing digits. At the same time, she seemed to be trying to penetrate me with her tongue. The sensation nearly had me cumming again. I hadn't even touched myself.
I slipped two fingers into her pussy and manipulated her slippery clit with my thumb. My free hand began to stroke my engorged shaft. Diane gasped and made another attempt to fuck my ass with her tongue. I rocked my hips backward onto her face, trying to encourage her. We were beyond words.
I slipped a finger out of her, and ran it down her cleft, searching for her asshole. My finger was dripping with her juice and I gently rubbed it around her tight hole. I was too worked up to wait and tease, Diane's tongue was driving me crazy, so I slipped my sticky digit into her asshole whilst still pumping her snatch with my other finger. It was difficult to massage her clit with the thumb on the same hand again, so I let go of my throbbing shaft and attacked her clit in earnest, going for the quick orgasm.
Diane knew exactly what I was doing, and quickly scooted from under me. Pushing me backward, I landed on the bed, narrowly avoiding cracking my head on the oak headboard. Diane pushed the pillows off the bed and quickly straddled my head, then swiftly bent to take my pulsing member between her hot lips.
There are few things sexier than a 69 in my opinion and I tried to gaze through half lidded eyes at the moist pussy hovering above my willing lips. I gasped loudly as Diane tried to take me deep in her throat. She gagged slightly, then pulled back sending a shock of pleasure through my overly sensitive rod. In an unusual display of Dominance, she then ground her pussy onto my face, impatient with my delay in servicing her.
I wound my arms around her legs and buttocks and pulled her beautiful ass apart. As much to give myself some air as to give me the access to latch my lips onto her. Her pussy spread open obscenely, fresh juice glistening as I craned my neck to tongue fuck her. She continued to try and suck me deeper, but couldn't get any further. Desperate to cum again, her hips began to gyrate and grind, seeking to plant her clitoris into my mouth.
"Suck my clit!!" she growled at me, letting my cock pop free of the warmth of her tongue.
There was no point in disobeying. I adjusted my hands, trying to spread her pussy wider. Her clit was easy to find. Diane had a prominent clitoris and quickly my tongue was dancing over the nub. I was rewarded with a grunt and a hiss of pleasure. All I had to do then was hold that spot, as Diane began to hump against my face, her climax rising, no doubt heightened by the talk of Abby and even the remote promise of another threesome with our daughter.
She was close. My cock was forgotten, not that I minded, I didn't think I'd cum again for a few hours at minimum. I used my strength to push her forward slightly, freeing my mouth momentarily. She mewed in frustration.
"Your pussy taste almost as good as our daughters" I added before pulling her back to my eager tongue roughly. It was enough to drive her over the edge though.
"FFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKK!!!" She screamed, arching her back, jerking her hips and griding down onto my face hard.
I held her, just able to breathe through my nose whilst she rode my tongue to blissful orgasm. A flood of juice flowed into my mouth, so much so that I wondered if she'd lost control of her bladder too.
I didn't care, I lapped it all up enjoying the tase of my wife and the ego boost of providing such a crushing orgasm.
Diane was near weeping as she collapsed forward. I retracted my tongue from her quivering flesh, and contented myself with licking girl cum from her thighs and buttocks. Sensitive to my touch, she giggled, groaned and rolled off me, lying flat, exhausted and looking very pleased with herself.
I sat up, my stubble soaked. Turned and lay next to her, wrapping my arms around her heaving form.
"You're a bad man" Diane panted quietly.
"The worst" I replied kissing her forehead.
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