[Author's note: All characters in this story are more than 18 years old.]
Daddy and the girls have cleaned off the table and are finishing up the kitchen when Mommy comes down.
"Well, isn't this nice. Thank you everyone," she fawns.
"No problem," the girls answer in unison. Daddy just nods.
"Shall we watch a movie?" she suggests.
The girls are less than enthused. Mommy likes to watch old movies, the kind with no sex in them. Both girls - and Daddy - like their movies to be steamy; torrid in fact. Or what's the point.
To the girls, Mommy is a prude.
Of course, Daddy knows better. His wife is anything but a prude. She is just conservative with her daughters. In the bedroom she is his wanton bitch with a penchant for all things kinky. He knows of her latent lesbian urges too, and has sometimes toyed with the idea of inviting another woman to join them during playtime.
They all migrate to the living room nonetheless. Daddy sits on the couch between Mommy and Delilah. Venus sits in the easy chair opposite. Both girls are in short skirts, Mommy in slacks. Both girls sit with their tanned legs properly crossed. It's been a lovely day; the sailing was relaxing - and stimulating. Their dinner together was pleasant - and stimulating. Daddy's short "chat" with Venus on the couch was very nice - and stimulating. Even Mommy's kitchen time with Delilah was fun - and stimulating.
Daddy would like some more stimulation, but he is biding his time. He knows Mommy will likely be going to bed early; she always does when they've been sailing; it tires her out. His mind begins to wander though. The thought of three pussies is crowding in. They wait there, one on each side of him, and one across; moist and inviting. Looking over at Venus, he imagines his fingers probing her warm hole again under the afghan. To his sides are two confections, each punctuated with a finger-sized clit, that beckon to his tongue. The multitude of possibilities are turning over in his mind.
As he is working through those, time is skipping ahead. The conversation in the room has turned to what they would like to do tomorrow. Delilah would like to do some shopping. Mommy says she would too. Venus would sooner stay home.
"What do you have planned?" asks his wife, rousting him from his fantasies.
He blinks, then replies, "I should put some time in on my cabinet project."
He's been building some new cabinets for his workshop, and one thing after another has interrupted the work.
"Oh, can I help?", Venus pleads, recalling the fun she used to have helping her Daddy.
"Sure, of course," he smiles, "that would be great."
Mommy jumps in with, "Well, that settles it then. Delilah and I will have a day of shopping and you two can stay home and work."
Daddy nods then winks at Venus.
"Now since I can't convince anyone to watch a movie, I think I'll get to bed. I'll need my rest if I'm going to keep up with Delilah tomorrow."
She stands up, bends to give Daddy a goodnight kiss, and off she goes.
The girls lock eyes for a second as if to say, "FINALLY."
"Good night, Mommy," they chirp.
"Good night," she replies as she ascends the stairs, "Don't stay up too late."
When her door shuts, Delilah immediately scoots over next to Daddy; her tits bobbling.
Boy, that didn't take long. His cock gets a twinge. His hand instinctively reaches to fondle her fabulous boobs through her blouse. Her skirt hiked up as she scooted over, so much more of her thighs are now exposed. She is looking a lot less proper than she did just minutes ago. She has that wanton look in her eyes too. Daddy has forgotten how feline she can become when she's on the make.
He cautions that they should be extra quiet until they are sure mommy is asleep. It would be more than just an embarrassment if she were to come back out for some reason.
But with Delilah's bountiful breast against his palm, how can he resist? He pushes it up in the bra; the flesh bulges above the cup. He squeezes and kneads it. She reaches for the growing protrusion in his pants. They both draw in a quick breath.
Venus is watching from the easy chair. She has drawn her knees up; her heels are on the edge of the seat; her panty sheathed crotch is in full view.
It's a sight that's very stimulating to Daddy. His little slut's box is "one of his favorite things."
She fingers herself through the fabric while looking across at him. Their eyes lock; his blood rises further.
He turns to unbutton Delilah's blouse, then he deftly removes her bra. The mass of her tits and the huge areolas around her nipples are to die for. She is even bigger now than when Daddy last took his pleasure with her. She has her mother's tits; the tits she had when Daddy married her. He takes one up to his mouth; runs his tongue around the tip; coats it with his saliva, just as Venus did last night.
Seeing the saliva coated nipple, Venus works her fingers into her panties and onto her clit. Her sister's tits have been the object of her masturbation so many, many times.
Delilah stands up to push her skirt and her panties to the floor; steps out and kicks them to the side. She stoops to unbuckle and unzip Daddy. His bulge is making the task more difficult but she manages. She grabs both his trousers and his briefs at the waist to pull them off together. His cock and balls are now free.
Venus takes much pleasure in seeing her big sister's tits bobble and shake as she goes about her business. Now seeing Daddy's stiff cock causes her to tweak herself more rapidly.
Delilah cups up her tits for him as she stands directly in front of him, then with her legs slightly spread, she bends at the waist to place her mouth to the head of his monstrous hard-on. Her hanging masses swing beneath her. She slithers her long tongue over the head while she pumps the shaft at the base. She slurps and laps. Her mouth is incredible.
The pumping agitates his ball sac; it flops about; its heavy contents jerk up and down. Venus has a clear view of all the action through Delilah's legs. She can see Delilah's swinging tits; she can see her mouth at work and her hand grasping his thick pole as she strokes. Venus would love to help; she would love to cup his oscillating balls to feel the weight of them; to get the full sense of the load he is building for his little sluts.
She crawls over to the inverted vee formed by Delilah's legs. Daddy feels her small fingers and long nails on his thighs, then she moves one hand to grip his shaft above Delilah's. Venus easily picks up the rhythm of Delilah's stroking. It's a repeat of the fun they had on the boat earlier today; the two of them working together to service their Daddy.
He sees Venus's other hand reaching through to grope one of Delilah's swinging melons. Her tiny fingers tremble as they massage the very nipple that was in his mouth moments ago. She is stroking HIM and fondling HER! The thought of his little darling tending to her Daddy AND her sister ignites his passion!
He can barely breathe. What else will she do? Is she still a virgin? Is it time for her to move beyond that? What does she know of the wonderful debaucheries that await her if she opens herself to bisexual pleasures?
Delilah takes her mouth off of Daddy to whisper, "Yes, little sister, just like that."
Daddy realizes Venus is not just fondling Delilah's breast, she is eating her pussy too. And neither has missed a stroke of his pulsating pecker! He's beside himself. His daughters are exceeding every expectation he had for tonight.
He must have more of them. He must have them in the canopy bed up in their room. Now!
He pushes them both back, still trying to catch his breath.
"Let's go upstairs, sweethearts, before Daddy explodes."
