Note: This is a continuation of my story "Isabella Plays." It can be read on its own, but may be a bit more fun as a payoff to the first story. It is basically a play-by-play of Isabella's first rapturous night of incestuous freedom.
All characters are 18 or older.
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[Previously on Isabella Plays]
"We have to..." he said.
Both parents turned. Each parent put mouth to nipple. Both parents began using their tongues.
Isabella gasped. She pulled them in. She laid back. They followed up onto her bed, continuing to kiss her breasts and nipples. "Oh my God," Isabelle murmured. Both parents started breathing a little harder.
With one eye each parent was beholding what the other was doing with their daughter. Dan had never been so hard, he was certain. And, as though of one mind, both he and his wife began reaching downwards, to Isabella's legs. Gently, they opened her up. Continuing to gently kiss lick and suck on her breasts each parent's hand crept over, until each was touching one side of her labia. Isabella tensed, spread her legs even further. "Please go in."
They acquiesced.
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[The interlude begins]
They took turns kissing her face, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, and occasionally each other, while both continued chaotically fingerfucking their daughter. Over time, Dan found his hand moving slightly upwards, to take position on his daughter's clitoris. And in this way, raining kisses on their daughter while her mother furiously fucked her with her fingers and her father steadily stimulated her clitoris, they drove her to her first bi-parentally administered orgasm. This one clearly was different in intensity from any orgasm either of them had seen her have before. She was screaming almost like she was in pain, her back arching, her jaw clenched.
When it ended she fell to a limp state, grabbed both of their heads by the hair and in turn kissed each of them deeply.
She began a sentence, "That was..." but it seemed silly to finish it. There were no words to say.
As she worked to calm herself Dan and his wife gazed at her and each other. Each could see no hint of regret in any of the others' faces. Dan kissed his wife then, and from her position at her daughter's pussy, Anne slowly reached down to his belt. She released his dick from his pants and took it in hand. She whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," he replied.
Then she kissed Isabelle and said it again in a whisper: "I love you."
"Mommy, I love you," Isabelle smiled.
With that, Anne got to her knees, still grasping Dan's penis, and gently took Isabella's hand. Slowly, smiling at both of them kindly, generously, lovingly, she brought Isabella's hand upwards.
Isabella breathed hard. "Mommy are you sure?"
"Very, very sure my lovely daughter." She never talked like that.
Dan put his hand on Anne's shoulder for support as she brought her daughter's hand to his dick. When they finally met he and Isabella both practically yelped, he with physical pleasure, her with a more psychological kind. Anne held Isabella's hand on the underside of his penis, and with her other hand was lightly touching the top side. She brought her hands together, enclosing her daughter's hand and her husband's cock together so that Isabella's hand was now fully grasping him. Anne began slowly moving her hands up and down. This brought Isabella's hand along for the ride. Isabella moaned and Dan gasped as she began now learning, by experience, how to give her father a hand job.
Eventually Isabella, like her mother, rose to her knees in front of Dan--also on his knees responding with desperate desire to the things his wife's hand and his daughter's hand were doing to him.
Anne guided Isabella through the process, showing her where he was the most sensitive in both the positive and negative senses, showing her the kind of motion he enjoyed, showing her the particular power of the testicular skin to add to the intensity of his pleasure. He simply kept his hands on one of each of their shoulders and tried desperately to let this experience last as long as possible.
Eventually, Anne took her hand away, as though teaching Isabelle how to ride a bike and finally letting go. She kissed Dan while Isabella continued ecstatically rubbing his cock and watching them make out. Anne stimulated his nipples with her mouth and his balls with her hand while Isabella simply continued her gentle, steady, firm up and down movements, grinning in anticipation.
Finally with a shout, he came. The semen squirted a few inches high as Isabella yelled, "Oh," and it then landed, all of it, in a line and a splotch, on Isabella's arm.
"Mmmmm" Isabella moaned as she gazed at her handiwork. Dan fell to his hands and knees in post orgasm weakness. Anne, meanwhile, leaned in and took Isabella's arm in hand.
Gazing directly into Isabella's eyes, Anne put her mouth on her arm where her husband's cum had landed, and kissed all of it up into her mouth. Isabella watched transfixed.
Continuing to stare at Isabella hungrily, Anne swallowed her husband's cum, then immediately kissed her daughter. She had swallowed, but of course traces of the taste of him remained, and in this way Isabella received her first oral experience of her father's sperm.
Anne fell on her daughter, pushing her down on her back as the two hungrily kissed. She straddled her daughter's legs, and began pumping her pelvis up and down, causing it to rub against her daughter's pelvis while alternating between groping and lightly chewing on her daughter's breasts and forcefully kissing her mouth.
Isabella was pumping back. The two were making love. Dan simply watched in amazement.
Eventually Anne climbed forward a little and started masturbating directly on Isabella's tummy and pelvis. "Yes, mommy, mommy yes" Isabella cheered her on, reaching up and feeling her mother's breasts. Anne leaned down and Isabella took her cue, taking her mother's nipple into her mouth. Dan took her other breast in hand and did his part to help them in their efforts.
