Our Choice (Sequel to My Choice)
[Read "My Choice" to understand how Allie got where she is. This involves lesbianism, incest, old-young (18+), and group sex. You've been warned!]
With precision, the sun ran a single ray of light through the curtains of the bedroom that made me blink. It took all of two seconds for my brain to replay last night. It took another second to realize I was in my Dad's bed. Another to feel Jamie's body next to mine.
I looked over at her sleeping. She was gorgeous. And, up until that time, the best thing that had ever happened to me. I stroked her hair and she moaned softly and turned over, pressing her cute ass against me. She was naked. I was naked. Did that mean...?
I rolled the opposite way and, yes, there was my Dad snoozing soundly. I was lying naked between my girlfriend and my father. A grin spread across my face. How lucky can a girl get? I watched him for a minute, then I saw that he wasn't ALL awake; something was stirring.
Now, I had seen Dad's cock last night, but not up close. I certainly knew the effect it had on Jamie. I was so curious. What's a horny girl to do?
Well, THIS girl slowly peeled back the sheet covering him. I'd seen dicks before, of course, I was no saint. But seeing 'the cock that made you', that's something. Dad was a good seven inches, possibly longer, about as thick as a toilet paper core, and his helmet head was just...wow.
You know I HAD to lick it. It's a shame to waste a good dick, right? So, I crawled myself down the bed carefully and, without touching him, licked up the length from the base to the head. He jerked under my tongue. How perverted is that? I was already excited.
He made a noise and shifted but remained on his back. I gently wrapped one hand around the base and began to focus on the head, swirling my tongue around it, until a dot of precum emerged. It was so yummy. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, lost in the taboo of my own twisted lust.
"My girlfriend the cock-sucker," Jamie's voice cooed. I cut my eyes over to her. She was leaning up on one elbow. Her breasts uncovered. Her eyes were glowing. I never stopped sucking.
Inevitably, Dad was roused awake, probably due to the fact that I had five of his seven inches in my mouth. "Fuck," he murmured, his eyes still closed, "nice 'good morning', Jamie."
Jamie giggled as Dad's eyes opened to see her face clearly next to his. "Shit," he said.
"Yep," said Jamie, "your little girl gives great head."
"She fucking does," he moaned.
I'd been deep-throating for a while (the perils of hanging around after basketball games), so I pressed down and slowly let Dad slip down my throat. He groaned.
Then Jamie said, "I have to get in on this."
I felt the bed move as Jamie shifted around. Then came the familiar and exhilarating feeling of her tongue on my sex. I moaned, causing vibrations along Dad's cock, thereby making him moan. That's how the next ten minutes went until Dad started moving his hips up.
I pulled off of his cock, spit drooling down, and stroked him. Our eyes met for the first time. It was Love-Lust like I'd never felt before, or since. "You don't have to do this, Allie-Cat," he said softly.
"I know, Dad. I want to. I want to love you completely and be loved by you...completely." That was my not-so-subtle hint. I was on fire. A fact that Jamie knew well, seeing as it was half her fault.
"Your Kitty needs a good fucking, Curt," she lewdly told him.
His eyes cut between us. "Are you girls sure about all this?"
I had to seal the deal. I looked right at Dad and said, "Fuck me, Daddy."
"With a grin, he said, "Climb aboard." And I did.
I straddled his hips and lifted myself up. Jamie guided his cock to my opening, already slick with her spit and my juices. I sank down and held myself right as Dad's cock opened me. I savored the feeling. Our eyes locked. He nodded. I sank down and we both groaned. I felt him completely fill me and I began to ride like a rodeo.
Like I said, I'd 'been there, done that', but this was something else. I lifted up to nearly the tip, then plowed down with a twerk. The sound of our hips slapping together mixed with our moans and the bed springs creaking. I was in heaven.
I heard Dad say, "Jamie, sit." No one ever had to tell her twice. She was soon facing me as she rode Dad's face. We kissed: long, lustful kisses, tongues dancing. We fucked like animals in heat. It was just a tad insane. But, oh my god, the orgasms!
I felt Dad tense up first and I broke our kiss and winked at Jamie. She nodded. We were both close enough to the edge to easily push over. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned. Then louder I screamed, "FUCK ME, DADDY!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!" And that did it. He pistoned his hips up just as I was bearing down and I felt his cock get SO deep. I held myself down on him and he let loose and so did I. Jamie watched my orgasm and she had her own, flooding my Dad's face as he flooded my pussy.
A few seconds later we were cuddled on wet sheets, panting. My Dad spoke first, always the man with a plan. "Girls, we need showers, a good breakfast, and a long conversation." We dragged ourselves from each other's arms and moved to the showers. Dad to his and Jamie and I to mine. There may, or there may not, have been another orgasm.
After a breakfast that was more awkward than not, Dad moved us to the living room, the scene of the original crime. The wine bottles, glasses, and discarded clothing lay in evidence. Dad had us sit on the sofa and he sat on the coffee table facing us.
"Girls, you both know this should never have happened."
"But Dad, we --"
"I'm talking," he scolded me.
"Yes, sir."
"But," he continued, "it did. And I don't think any of us regret it. If either of you do, now is the time to speak."
I looked at Jamie and she looked at me. I could see in her eyes only love, no regret. And I know I had none.
"Alright, in that case, we need a plan and some rules."
"Rules?" whined Jamie, "can't we just fuck and have fun?"
"Spoken like a true freshman co-ed," Dad chided her. "Look, seeing as I'm just a tad older than you AND you're just a tad younger...and YOU, young lady," he said pointing at me, "are my own daughter, I say we need rules. No rules -- no fucking."
"Fine," Jamie sighed, "Lay 'em on us."
"Number one, and I know this sounds cliché, but this is OUR secret. Top secret. No....one....knows. Got it?"
We both nodded. It wasn't really all that difficult. What girl wants to admit she's fucking her Dad? Or, in Jamie's case, her girlfriend's Dad.
"Number two, you two continue as you were. I love that you love each other and I don't ever want to come between you."
"Daddy," I countered, "you don't come between us, you complete us."
He ignored that comment "Be that as it may, you're the couple here."
"Sure, fine," said Jamie.
"Number three," he paused and looked at us both in turn. "I love you. Both of you. I don't ever want to hurt you. If ever you either, or both, want to stop, just say so."
"I'm not stopping anything, Dad."
He stood. "I had my say. I need to go clear my head at the gym. I should be home in a few hours." Then he walked off and left Jamie and I alone, so we made love, then she went home.
*****
The week started out as any other week. Between my classes and her track stuff, we hardly saw each other. However, by Wednesday, I noticed Jamie was not happy; not happy at all. By Friday morning, we were finally able to talk.
"Jamie, what's going on, baby?" I ask her as we sit down at a deserted table in the cafeteria.
"Dad is throwing me out this weekend. He said I need to be gone by Saturday morning or he's throwing all my shit to the curb."
"Oh, Baby. I'm so sorry. Why?"
She stared at me. "Really, Allie? He knows about us. Called me a filthy lez-whore...some other shit. I don't know. I really wanna be rid of him. But where will I go?"
"Aww, baby, come live with us." The words came easily and without even thinking of my Dad.
"I can't impose on you guys." She leaned in and whispered, "Last weekend was enough." We both smiled.
"Look, let me talk to Dad. You have 'til the end of the day?"
She nodded. "He gets home around seven."
I waited anxiously at home for Dad to arrive, checking the time every five minutes. It was five-thirty before I heard his car drive up. I ran outside to meet him. "Dad! Dad! We have to go to Jamie's we have to bring her home!"
He looked both tired and flustered but didn't refuse. "Get in. We'll talk on the way."
During the drive I explained what Jamie had told me. Dad said, "I know her father. He's a rough son-of-a-bitch. Has he hit her?"
"I've never seen anything, no. But she's been afraid of him for a while, now."
"Well, this might be for the best, then." We arrived and Jamie was already packed. We moved as much of her stuff as we could until every free space in Dad's pick-up was full. Just as we pulled out, her dad drove in. I watched in the rear view mirror. He didn't even look up.
Dinner that night was eaten in silence. Afterwards, I helped Dad clean-up while Jamie did some unpacking. When we were all done, we sat back in the living room and Dad brought out a bottle of wine. "I think we could all use a drink." He poured us glasses and we sat awkwardly and sipped.
Jamie spoke first. "Mr. Ferguson," she began, using our last name as a rare formality. "I want to thank you for taking me in like this."
"Jamie, call me Curt. We're way beyond formalities." Dad grinned and Jamie sniffed back a tear. I rubbed her back.
"Curt, then, just...thank you."
