I'm drifting in a dream. At least, it feels like a dream. Can you dream that your dreaming? I guess anything is possible in a dream. In the dream, I'm lying on my back. There are others around me. I'm comfortable but having trouble breathing. I hear a distorted voice reverberate in my head. It's my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Monique's voice. I hear a groan and then I realize it came from me. I concentrate on the echoing words, "You gave him too much."
A second voice said, "I know, but I think he's coming out of it. We'll just have to wait." It was Monique's older sister, Misty's voice. I was slowly becoming aware that I had a body to go along with my brain. I felt a strong grip on my penis. I could tell that it wasn't hard but it reacted to the grip and pushed back against the pressure.
I heard a giggle and Misty's echoing voice, "Here he comes." The one strong grip became two and I heard myself groan again. I still couldn't move but sensations were pouring into my extremities. The two grips synced as one and began jerking me off as I felt my dick harden further.
"Jesus Misty. It's huge and getting bigger." The echoing, like we were in a pipe had stopped, thank God.
Misty giggled and said, "Yeah. Exciting isn't it? Are you ready?"
Monique mumbled, "Uh-huh. I think so, but I wasn't expecting him to be so big."
I force my eyes open but I'm blinded by the ceiling light above me. I pinch my eyes shut. I feel movement around me and the hands release my erection. I'm disappointed because, at that moment, the sensation of hands rapidly stroking my cock is the only thing that makes any sense.
Monique's voice whispered close to my ear, "Don't freak-out Daddy. Okay?" My immediate reaction is why would I freak-out and then I realize that the hands jerking me off probably belong to my two stepdaughters.
"Okay," I mumbled. It was more of a question than a response. At least I could talk, even if it was more of a croak than a word. I squinted against the bright ceiling light as it slowly came into focus.
I started to lift my head to see around me but before I could move, a pair of lips pressed to mine in a passionate kiss. In the blur of the moment, I reacted in kind and kissed back. At that same moment, I felt a new pressure on my cock that I instantly recognized as a pair of lips rocking from side to side and pushing down over my fat knob. It had been a long time since I'd felt that sensation.
My mind cleared instantly like fog being blown away in gale-force winds. I pulled my head back into the pillow to escape the kiss. I tried to pull my hips back to extract my cock from the lips locked at the ridge-line of my cock but they wouldn't respond to my commands. I was certain that the lips kissing me belonged to Monique and that was confirmed when she sat back so I could focus on her face. I looked down my naked body to see Misty slowly pushing her lips down my shaft. She was naked and staring directly into my eyes with a mischievous smile on her face. Her lips were stretched to two thin lines as she pushed further onto my cock. Her eyes pinched shut and her cheeks puffed out as she gagged around my cock. Monique giggled as Misty recovered and pulled back up my shaft. She popped her lips off and spit a big wad of saliva on the underside of my cock and ran her hands up and down the shaft a couple of times to spread it around. My mind was awash in conflicting thoughts. I looked from Misty to Monique, as she sat back on her heels. She was naked too. This was wrong, but it felt so incredible after five years without sex. My words said, "No. You shouldn't be doing this," while my hips, which now worked, pushed my cock up through Misty's hand toward her lips.
Misty giggled and said, "You're talking out of both sides of your body Dad." I got her meaning and chuckled.
I lowered my hips and said again, in a soft voice, "This is wrong girls and what the hell did you do to me anyway?"
Monique looked at Misty, who continued stroking her right hand up and down my cock. Misty nodded at her sister and Monique said, "We knew you wouldn't go along with this unless we umm... 'talked' you into it. We put a drug in your drink at the party. It was supposed to just make you compliant and relaxed but I guess we gave you too much. We had to bring you home and put you in bed. We were worried until you started to come around."
Misty picked up the thread and said, "Before you ask why; it's because of what our mother did to you. We felt it was only fair. We saw the videos on Mom's laptop and we know you know what I'm talking about." I frowned and dropped my head back on the pillow with a loud sigh. I knew what she was talking about.
Monique said, "If those videos of our mother with your sons, James and David, turn you on, you just lay back and think about them while we take care of this huge, beautiful cock of yours. You won't mind if we enjoy ourselves in the process, will you? And, besides, Monique has some business to take care of." Misty giggled and struggled her lips over my knob again and started a vigorous blow job. My hips responded and I knew at that moment that any further verbal protests would be disingenuous.
To acknowledge my fate, I flexed my arms to make sure they were working and pulled Monique to me and maneuvered her around so I could eat her pussy while Misty continued her incredible blow job. She got the drift of my intentions and positioned her sex on my lips facing her sister. I loved eating pussy and my second wife, Miranda - Monique, and Misty's mother - loved it too, right up until she was diagnosed with breast cancer five years ago. It took her from us a little more than a year ago. I hadn't had sex since she was diagnosed. I had more or less forgotten about sex until now.
I hadn't known about Miranda's affairs with my sons when they were happening. The meta-data on the video files indicated that they happened seven years ago when the boys were eighteen and nineteen. The first video was on David's eighteenth birthday. Both sons had grown up, married, and moved away now.
As if to give additional justification for their actions, Monique said, "Our mother didn't think having sex with her stepsons was wrong, why should we."
She shrieked loudly as I jammed my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could so she'd stop talking. Misty started to laugh and then gagged on my cock which forced her to abandon her blow job. She spat saliva in her hand and rubbed it along my shaft. I felt Monique lean forward and push her lips over my knob in a sixty-nine position. I groaned and Misty giggled as she pushed her sister's head further down my shaft until she gagged and yanked herself up and off, gasping for breath as she sat back up on my face.
I seemed to be fully functional now and I gave Monique a furious tongue lashing for several minutes. She screeched, "Oh my God Misty. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, Daddy, make me cum. Oh shit, yes. Yes. Right there." Her screech went an octave higher and she writhed all over my face. I held her with my hands under her ass and thighs so I could breathe.
I was concentrating so hard on getting Monique off that I hadn't noticed that Misty was maneuvering herself to push her pussy to my cock cowgirl style. She got my full attention when she lowered herself down my shaft. I groaned hard into Monique's pussy as I pushed my hips up. Misty shrieked, "Fuck, Daddy. Oh, my gawwdd. It's huge," and Monique exploded into a huge orgasm that was reminiscent of her mother, Miranda's, orgasms. My face was flooded with her juices as she slowly wound down.
I tongued her clitoris randomly to keep her aroused. I wanted to feel her on my cock too before we were done. I figured that this was unlikely to ever happen again. Monique finally collapsed off to my left side and I lifted my head to look down at Misty. She was in a world of her own with eyes closed and mouth hanging open. She moaned constantly as she cocked her hips back and vigorously slammed her hips forward and then rocked back to reload for another thrust forward. She leaned forward with her hands on my chest after Monique gave up her space. Her back was arched as only her hips launched back and forth. Her large tits dragged across my stomach with her motion. Her nipples were long and hard and pinkish-tan, like pencil erasers inviting me to suck on them. I lifted my torso and did just that. Almost immediately, Misty screamed out, "Oh gawwd, Daddy. I'm CUMMINNGGGG." Her voice went up several octaves with the word 'cumming'.
I let her nipple pull from my lips and looked at Misty's face. She looked like she was in agony, but obviously, she wasn't. She jammed her pussy hard on my cock and started trembling as her mouth worked in a silent scream with eyes wide and staring at nothing in particular. It looked like she had left the building for several moments and then she came back. She started chanting, "Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus," over and over again as I felt her pussy clenching rhythmically on my cock. She stopped chanting when her clenches faded to random pulses.
Monique was diddling herself as she watched Misty grinding on my cock. When she saw that her sister was back from where ever she had gone, she said, "Wow Misty. Are you okay? You looked like you were in pain." Misty nodded and gave a short laugh as she lifted herself off my cock. Her pussy juices drooled across my stomach as she went. I was close to an orgasm and it wouldn't take much to push me over. Other than the occasional jerk-off session, I hadn't had a real orgasm in a long time. Misty grabbed my hard cock that was bobbing above my stomach and pulled it upright as she motioned for Monique to take her place. She was hesitant and finally said, "I don't know Misty. It's awfully big. Did it hurt?"
Misty laughed and said, "A little at first. But I got used to it and then it was fantastic. You have to do this. It's your eighteenth birthday present to yourself." Monique nodded and moved down my body. I didn't encourage her or discourage her. I just watched and concentrated on pushing my orgasm back.