Greetings all, this is the third chapter to the story I submitted in the 2011 Literotica Winter Holiday
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Story contest...
Again, I would like to take the time to personally thank AnotherWannabe for his editorial assistance in this story; thank you!
As this story is a direct continuation, it is not standalone and I strongly urge you to read chapter 1 & 2 first.
Although the content of this story is fantasy, some parts were inspired by real life events confessed by a friend.
*If you are easily offended by stories involving sex, promiscuous behavior and Father/Daughter incest, you should not read this*
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After enjoying our morning lovemaking, the three of us decided we had worked up quite an appetite and needed some breakfast. That, and my dad was completely spent from cumming so much, plus Lindsey and I were both raw from being ravaged repeatedly. So, despite our insatiable desire to continue fucking, we needed a break.
While Dad showered in the master bath, us girls showered together in the hall bath, as it had two sprayers and was much larger.
As we stood there under the warm spray we both began to wash each other. After I poured a generous amount of shampoo into my hand, I began massaging it into Lindsey's scalp. "I love how thick your hair is, and it's such a beautiful caramel color. Is it natural?" I asked her with her eyes closed enjoying the attention.
"Thank you; yes, I've tried coloring it before, but I always seem to go back to natural," she smiled brightly, holding her eyes shut.
After washing her hair, she pulled me into her and we kissed as the water sprayed directly down on our heads. Then, she broke the kiss and turned me around facing away from her. The next thing I knew I felt a cold glob on my scalp, and then her fingers as they went through my hair working the shampoo to a lather.
"Your hair is soo long." Lindsey commented as she slowly bunched my jet black hair into a sudsy ball, "how long have you been growing it this way?"
"Since I was about ten."
"It's very pretty. How do you keep it from getting split ends?"
"Lots of hair treatments!" I laughed as she pulled me back into the water to rinse.
"It's nice to see how close you and your dad are," she blurted out while putting conditioner in my hair, "Doesn't it concern you that being so intimate with him may hurt your relationship?"
I stayed silent for a long moment thinking about her question while she pushed her hands through my hair to remove the conditioner. "To be honest, I have thought deeply about this very question for quite some time now; I have only been in a few serious relationships through my life, but they all ended horribly with them cheating and lying. After the first time this happened, I found it very hard to truly love them without being able to trust them," I turned around and gazed into her amber eyes, "With Dad though it's different, when I'm with him I can feel his love for me radiate from him as if it were palpable. I have never felt this level of love from another person. Ever since I was fifteen Dad and I have been close, and over the years that closeness has evolved to the point that one day I realized that I cared for him as more than just a father, that I had started developing romantic feelings for him. Over this past summer I wasn't able to see him because of graduating and some pre-college stuff. I felt empty inside and I knew he felt the same way. When I came to visit this Christmas, I had no intentions of going further, but... there we were, me on the massage bench, him giving me the most incredible massage. I looked up at him and in that moment, I knew. Here was a man that, through my whole life, put me first. A man that would never deliberately hurt me, that has been there for me whenever I needed a hero."
I paused for a moment to watch the water cascading over my chest, contemplating her actual question, "But yea, I guess we all have our fears with the people we love so strongly... I think what we have over other relationships is that we already know all about each other, there's nothing for us to hide. My dad has been there for me through both the good and hard times. He has always been a pillar of strength and inspiration for me."
"But what if he develops feelings for someone else?" she asked.
"Through my own experiences I've learned that most relationships fail due to possessiveness. I have no issues with him being with other women, in fact I encourage it. I don't think it's healthy for someone to put so much commitment on just one person. It's not fair to them or you, and you are setting yourself up for failure. People need to experience feelings and emotions with others to understand what and who is truly important to them."
"But what about the law?" Lindsey inquired.
"I think society is wrong for trying to force people into monogamy, it's just not natural," I frowned at her, "Besides, I thought you were fine with it?"
"Oh, I am. I guess that religion has beaten it into everyone's heads for such a long time that no one really questions it. We just assume that it is wrong because we are told so," Lindsey stared at me blankly for a moment, "So..." then paused again with clear hesitation in her voice.
"So... what?" I asked.
"...You wouldn't have a problem if I wanted to see more of your dad after you return to college?" she asked.
I looked at her and chuckled, "No, not at all. Well... as long as you don't have a problem with my dad and me maintaining
our
relationship."
"That's not a problem for me," she said with a giggle, "Besides, I'm really into our little mΓ©nage Γ trois we've got going on."
"That's good to hear because I really like you too," I replied as I fondled her breasts.
After spending a little additional personal time in the shower, we went out to eat. After returning to the house we settled down in the living room and turned on the video Dad and I made Christmas morning. We each slowly started removing our clothes to get more comfortable as we stared at the TV screen, mesmerized by our explicit love scene. Lindsey was so turned on by our performance that she had started to openly play with herself, pulling her panties aside and fingering her clit. It was intoxicating to watch and I could no longer contain my own sexual urges. Scooting closer to her I immediately began removing her soaked panties and plugging my fingers into her awaiting cunt.
"What do we have here?" I seductively whispered to her, "Someone's a bit excited!"
She laid back against the arm of the couch and spread her legs wider so I would have easier access. As I fingered her, Dad got up and grabbed one of the presents from under the tree. I recognized the package as being the enema kit and smirked as I watched him scurry off toward the kitchen, wondering what mischief he was up to.
Turning my attention back to Lindsey, I curled my fingers into her G spot and rapidly finger fucked her. I removed my own panties, and straddled her leg, pressing her clit to mine, then returned to fingering her while I ground our mounds together.
"Ohhhh... don't stop!" Lindsey moaned as she started bucking hard into me.
Hearing her squeal in ecstasy, I pressed her tighter into me and began grinding faster. "If you feel like you have to pee, just let it go!" I said to her while she frantically humped into me.
"Ohhh... that's it... right there.... ahhhhhhh!" she yelled as her flood gates opened and she began convulsing in a powerful orgasm.
She spurted several waves of warm fluid directly into my opening sending me over the edge in my own orgasm. We continued grinding each other for several more moments before I collapsed back against the couch.
"That was the best girl sex I have ever had," Lindsey blurted out while panting.
"It was good, wasn't it?" I cooed, "Almost as good as being fucked by a nice stiff dick!"
"Almost!" she replied as we both laughed out loud.
"So... what happened to Alan?" Lindsey asked while peering around the room.