A few weeks later my boss called me into his office. At first, I was afraid that I had fucked up on some account, but the moment I walked in I could see by the expression on his face that it was something else.
"I'm worried about you," he said.
"Huh?"
"Come on," he said. "Don't lie. You've used up two years' worth of sick leave in the last five weeks. You call in sick on Tuesday, then you're back at work Wednesday, then 'sick' again Thursday. What does your doctor say?"
"Doctor? I'm not seeing a doctor."
"Well then maybe you ought to. You look like shit, man. Like you're not getting any sleep."
Boy, that wasn't the half of it. With three horny women in the house and me migrating from bed to bed at least twice every night, it was a wonder I was getting any sleep at all. But I wasn't about to tell my boss that.
"Look," he continued. "We've got a generous health plan. If you can't afford to see a doctor, I'm sure we can arrange something. Hell, I'll lend you the money right now." He started to bend forward to pull his wallet out of his back pocket, but then I waved him back into his seat. He had a genuinely concerned expression on his face when he continued, "Work with me. I want to help you."
"It's not that," I said. "It's . . . ." Jesus, I thought to myself, I'd better come up with something quick. Why hadn't it occurred to me when I was taking almost half of every week off to spend the day fucking my daughter, that someone at work might start asking questions? "It's . . . it's my uncle. He died."
"Your uncle?" my boss asked. He looked mystified.
"We were, uh, we were very close." My brain started going into gear, spinning out lies like there was no tomorrow. I didn't even have an uncle. "He practically raised me. I keep thinking that I can go back to work, but then the grief – it just hits me."
"I understand," my boss said. "I was like that when my grandmother died last year." His eyes started to tear up, obviously recalling something about his dear grandma. Jesus, if there was anything worse than lying your head off to get sympathy, it was succeeding so well that you brought your target to the point of tears. I felt like a goddamned heel.
"Look," said my boss, "I know that our personnel handbook doesn't allow for bereavement leave in cases other than a sibling or parent, but I'm sure I can sweet talk the guy over at Human Resources. Do you need more time off to go to the funeral?"
Oh, fuck. I felt like shit, taking advantage of my boss like this. "No, uh, it's okay. The family isn't holding a memorial service or anything like that. He didn't want it that way."
"I understand. Your uncle must have loved Life too much to believe in mourning." Aw fuck – he was tearing up again. My boss was such a nice guy. Instead of being a corporate executive, he should have been a grief counselor. Why was I lying to him like this?
Well actually, I knew exactly why I was lying to him like this. It was to cover up the fact that I was a horny asshole who was not only fucking his 18 year old busty daughter right in front of his wife. I was also fucking my daughter's petite bisexual Asian lover, often at the same time. My boss might have been incredibly sympathetic to a guy who mourned his favorite uncle, but I felt fairly certain he wouldn't feel quite so sympathetic if he knew the real reason I was calling in sick every other day.
"Listen," said my boss. "Don't worry about the sick leave. You take all the time you need. You want to take a week off, I'll square it with Personnel. Or if you want to keep taking an occasional day off every now and then, do it. Take long walks. Spend time with your family."
"I will," I said. "I'll spend a lot of time with my family. A whole lot."
A whole fucking fucking fucking lot.
That night when I came home my wife and daughter met me at the door. Both wore matching denim short-shorts that were so tiny they showed not only their ass cheeks but also rode up their cracks almost like thongs. They wore bra-less, crop-top t-shirts that had been cut with scissors just above halfway up their torsos, leaving the undersides of their big boobs exposed. Their outfits – mother and daughter together – were designed to be open to my groping.
Elaine was on one side of me and Katie was on the other, rubbing up against me and pressing their incredible tit flesh against my chest. "Daddy, what took you so long?" Katie asked as she and her mother cooperated in unzipping my fly, then unbuttoning my trousers and pulling them down to the ground. Meanwhile, I was cupping my daughter's and my wife's ass cheeks and pulling their curvy bodies even closer to me, my dick getting harder and harder even as my two women struggled to free it from my pants.
Once my pants were around my ankles, I kicked off my shoes while mother and daughter cooperated in stroking my long hard cock. "Oh, Daddy," Katie cooed, "every day I miss you so much. Why do you ever have to leave us?" She gave me a long, soulful kiss.
Mother and daughter then led me by my cock to the couch, walking backward the whole way while they pulled on my dick. Their faces were beaming with the joy of sexual anticipation. "Cum, Daddy! Cum with us!" Elaine urged as she jacked my cock and led me to the couch.
A few moments later, I was seated in the middle of the couch with my big-busted blonde daughter beside me, her legs tucked under her like a little girl while she began unbuttoning my shirt. Elaine, meanwhile, knelt on the ground before me and began to slurp on my hard dick.
Randi then appeared in the kitchen doorway, already stripped of her clothes. Her horny expression, eyes fixed on my crotch, showed that she was ready for me. "Welcome home, Mister J," she said. She moved behind where Katie was sitting and, grasping her lover's torn t-shirt at the bottom hems, quickly pulled it over Katie's head. Katie's huge bra-less tits bounced sexily before my eyes.
Randi then cupped Katie's big tits from behind and smiled so hard that her eyes squinted down to little slits. The combination of nude two girls, a huge-titted blonde and behind her a grinning little Asian pixie with long black hair, looked fantastic.
"Aren't your daughter's tits incredible?" Randi asked. "I love 'em too!!" She began giggling as she bounced Katie's huge F-cup breasts up and down in her little hands. Katie tilted her head and smiled benignly at me, giving in to pleasure as her girlfriend lewdly mashed her tits for my viewing benefit. One of Katie's hands drifted down to my crotch and began jacking my cock into her mother's hungry mouth. While her hand bounced up and down my pole, she continued to smile dreamily.
Randi giggled hornily: "Hee hee hee! Big blonde tits! Big teenage blonde tits!! Hee hee hee!" Her tiny hands were dwarfed by the effort of holding her girlfriend's big tits, tit flesh overflowing around her fingers. Katie blissfully leaned her head back against Randi's shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with lust while she continued to jack my cock. Each time Randi pinched one of Katie's hardened nipples, my daughter shivered and jerked in mini-orgasmic ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Elaine had progressed from loudly slurping the sides of my cock to giving me a straight-up blowjob, her red lips plunging up and down on my fat cock. The sound of her gagging and slurping filled the room.
Randi stood and moved to the couch, sitting on the other side of me. Now both my teenage girls were cuddling up to me, giggling girlishly while Katie's mother, my wife, knelt before me servicing my hard tool. I went back and forth, kissing one, then the other, each kiss more passionate and longer than the last. My teen girls pressed against me anxiously, each eager for the opportunity to outdo her girlfriend, competing to see who could please Daddy more. Mom, meanwhile, was on her knees in her own world of slavish cock sucking.
It seemed like a strange role reversal of where we had been only a few weeks ago. Then, my wife had been the adult role model to these two girls. Then she became the one to start the sex play that had led us to where we were now. Now here she was, kneeling before me with my dick in her mouth, nodding her head up and down rhythmically as if she were assenting to everything that was going on. With my arms draped over the shoulders of my two teenage nymphets, my wife was taking a subservient role as my cock servant.
"Suck me!" I gasped. "Serve my cock!"
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" she gurgled. Her eyes were riveted on mine as her head bobbed up and down in assent.
Both girls started laughing. "Daddy cock!" Katie squealed. "Daddy cock is in control!" My painfully shy, busty daughter had, in the last several weeks, become so devoted to me that she seemed determined to turn her entire voluptuous body into a tool for my pleasure. She was curled up so close to me that it was as if her body were molded to mine. Her soft boobs were like huge pillows against my chest.
I pulled my arms back from draping around my teenage girls and instead brought my hands to rest on my wife's head, directing her to suck me deeper and faster. Katie and Randi, for their part, each took one of my wife's hands, intertwining their fingers with Elaine's.
Elaine had lost all control. My daughter and her little bisexual Japanese girlfriend shifted from holding Elaine's hands lovingly to holding her wrists down against my thigh. Elaine's hands fluttered helplessly, almost spasmodically, against the teenagers' grip. They were preventing her from moving. My own hands directed my wife's head faster and faster as her mouth plunged up and down on my dick. Elaine still stared into my eyes as she sucked, but now her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up in surprise and wonderment that she had so lost control over the situation. I was making her gag over and over, fucking her face. My teenage lovers were holding her hands in place, and she had no say in the matter.
"Suck me!" I ordered. "Nod your head 'Yes'!" I pushed her head up and down. She "Glugg-ed!" and "Mmph-ed!" in response, maybe agreeing, maybe not. I didn't care. The girls and I laughed more.
"You love to eat cock, don't you?" I growled.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Her head nodded up and down on my dick as I forced her to agree.
