Sleeping daughter
Chapter Two : backdoor delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

The bleep of my alarm clock clock dragged me out of dozy rest. I groaned, my hand lashing out, swiping across the parry, brushing my cellphone earphone before I crashed into the incline of the alarm clock 's formative case. My digit trailed up it and found the button.

"turd,"I groaned. I hated Monday. They were always the—

Did last night really happen ? I shot up in bed, my heart thudding in terror and looked at my wife. The screening spilled back, revealing her lush, naked soundbox. Betty was still in capital cast, her great breasts soft pillows that I loved to work with. Her center opened, a pleased smile on her face.

"Morning,"she purred.

"Honey ... did we ... ?"I swallowed. Did I really want to have a go at it ? Had we really molested our sleeping, eighteen-year-old daughter ? What type of dreadful parents were we.

"I hoped you did n't regret stopping point night,"purred my married woman."Because it was so hot watching you take Tiffany 's cherry. Mmm, you pumped so a lot cum into our daughter 's Virgin snatch. I bet you bred her. I bet she has Daddy 's child growing inside of her."

"shtup,"I groaned, shaking my promontory."What is wrong with us ?"

Her hand reached out and hold on my hard dick. I groaned as she stroked it up and down."feeling like soul loved it."

"Just dawn wood,"I muttered.

"Do n't be like this, Phil. lastly nighttime was magic. Our daughter came so hard on your peter. Did n't you feel her spasming so hard on you ?"

My hawkshaw throbbed in her hand at the computer memory of my girl 's virgin, teen pussy spasming on my pecker. Her hot, fast flesh gripped me, milking my shaft, eagre for my cum to pour forth into her depths while I fucked her hard and her mother ground on her face.

"But she was asleep. She had no idea."Even if it had been so hot. I shuddered again, aching to sense my daughter 's squiffy bitch wrapped about my shaft, to watch her mother again lick my jizz out of her slit."It was wrong."

Our daughter was recently diagnosed with Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. I thought it was a strange name, especially since the medicine she now took made her sleep the entire night through without inspiration, oblivious to whatever happened to her.

Like her father deflowering her pussy after licking her to an orgasm.

"Mmm, I ca n't wait for tonight,"my wife moaned, stroking my dick faster."She 's broken in now. You can really fuck her hard."

"Betty,"I panted, groaning, my balls aching. Her script felt so secure on my prick. I wanted to say no, but it was so hot thinking about doing it again.

What was wrong with me ? How had I not known my wife was the bighearted degenerate in the world ? I was so dim to it.

"I 'm so wet thinking about last dark,"moaned Betty."Our little miss 's pussy swallowing your dick. And she has another hole."Her sass licked my ear."I know how much you love fucking my ass. guess your teenage daughter 's virgin bowels wrapped about your dick."

"screw,"I panted, squeezing my middle shut.

My balls almost erupted. I was so close to exploding. Just a few more strokes and—

A garish knock wrapped our threshold. A second later, it cracked undetermined, our daughter 's grimace peering in on us. I yanked up the covers as Betty pulled her hand away. I groaned as the blanket brushed the sensitive tip of my cock, my balls tensing, so end to erupting.

"Mom, Dad,"Tiffany said as she crept in wearing a flimsy, pink nightgown. Not what she slept in net Nox which was a simple couple of panties.

Those pantie were clutched in her hired man. I swallowed as she rushed to the bed, her brassy-brown hair trailing behind her. She threw herself between us, wiggling and forcing my wife and I apart as she settled in.

"What 's wrong, sweetie ?"my wife asked, putting her arm around our daughter 's shoulders.

I tensed. Did she call back ? Did she know we fucked her ? Betty had cleaned up most of my cum, but I had fired so much into her sweet snatch. What if Sir Thomas More leaked out while she slept ? What if she were sore down there ?

What if I hurt her ?

"Mom, I feel funny down there,"Tiffany said.

"Down where, sweetie ?"Betty asked in her motherly phonation, completely unconcerned.

My ears burned. My venter tensed."Um, this sounds like a mother-daughter sorta conversation."

"Oh, no, dad, you do n't have to go,"Tiffany said, grabbing my hand, her eyes glancing down at the bulge my backbreaking turncock made in the blanket."It 's approve. I 'm not embarrassed."

My wife gave me a knowing feeling, reminding me about piffling girls and their desire to coquet and please their fathers. I swallowed, still squirming even as I throbbed. Tiffany smelled so sweet-smelling. She was her mother but younger and petite, no huge knocker but belittled, budding pitcher topped by tiny nipples, each gruelling and tenting the fabric of her nightgown.

"When I woke up, I felt comic down there. And when I pulled off my scanty, there was a milky grease in them. See."She held up her panties. There on the fork was my dried cum.

"Oh, that 's perfectly natural,"my wife laughed."You do n't necessitate to worry about that."

"But it was n't the only matter strange, Mommy,"she said."I, um, explored my pussy."

"While masturbating ?"Betty asked, a sharp glow in her centre."I know you like to do that in the first light when you wake up."

"I guess,"my girl squirm, giving me an unacquainted feeling."You do n't remember I 'm bad because I like to touch myself ?"

"Of course not, sweetheart. Everyone does it."

"eventide you, Daddy ?"A puckish smile popped across her rim."Is that why you 're so hard right now ? Did I disrupt ?"

"No, no, just dawn wood,"I told her, my spike burning hotter."It happens to guys."

"I was giving him a handjob,"my wife said."And, yes, you did interrupt. But that 's hunky-dory. Now what 's so strange about your twat ?"

"Well, my virginal membrane 's gone. And I feel so ... open air down there. I could get three fingers into me. I never could get more than my little finger past my hymen before."

"Any rawness ?"my wife asked.

My heart hammered. She knew she had sex. We were busted.

"A bit. But it 's ok. A pleasant ache."She shifted."Is something wrong ? My hymen should n't have vanished. It 's like I had sex. But I 'm a virgin."She glanced at me."Honest, Daddy."

"I ... I believe you,"I choked out.

"Hmm, that is strange,"my wife said."Well, you could n't have had sex last night."

"Nope, I took my medicament and was out like a log."My girl spread her stage."Could you take a face. Make trusted I 'm fine."

"Of course. I just need to lift your gown. I assume you 're not wearing any panties beneath."

My dick ached and throbbed."Maybe I should give you privacy."

"No, papa !"Tiffany grabbed my forget arm, clinging to it."You need to make for certain I 'm okay."

"It 's our duty as her parents,"grinned my wife.

I swallowed."It seems more like a mother 's duty, honey."

"Philip Taylor, you will help to relieve oneself sure your girl is perfectly healthy. Now do n't be embarrassed. You used to move over her bathtub. nix has really changed since then."

Everything had changed.

"OK,"I swallowed. Despite my married woman 's tooshie watchword, her brown middle twinkled with a implike light.

I could n't breathe as my wife drew up our daughter 's nightgown, exposing more and more of her sleek thigh. I had seen her pussy before, but it felt so dissimilar with the early morning sun streaming through the window.

Our daughter was come alive this time.

I fought the urge to groan as her pussy came into view adorned by a illuminate amount of money of brassy pubic pilus, the Curl matted down by milky juices—my cum and her cream. Her legs spread wide and her tight slit parted, showing her pinkish astuteness.

"See, mommy, no hymen,"Tiffany said, her digit reaching down to scatter her labia farther apart."Does it look bad ?"

"It looks fine to me,"Betty said."What do you think, Phil ?"

"Um, fine."

"Just fine, Daddy ?"Tiffany 's dark eyes met mine. Her vernal cheek trembled."Only alright ?"

My married woman gave me a fixed look that told me to produce it right.

I kissed my girl 's forehead."It 's a pretty pussy, okey. Just perfect."

My girl beamed, threw her arms around my cervix, and kissed me quickly on the lips. I sat stunned as she broke apart and laid back on the pillows, her fingerbreadth shooting back down to her kitty and pulling her labia apart again. I could still feel the high temperature of her lips on mine.

"mom, can you and Daddy make surely everything 's all right."She smiled at both of us, so innocent.

"You mean ... ?"I swallowed, my eyes rooted to her slit. My tool throbbed. I needed to cum so badly. I wanted to pin my girl down, mount her, and fuck her pussy so punishing. I wanted to sense that nasty, sleek glove about my cock again and erupt into her depths.

I needed to control myself.

"Yes, Phil."My wife rolled her eyes as she stared at our daughter."Your daddy can be pretty dense sometimes."

"That 's okay,"beamed Tiffany."I love him anyways."

"So do I."

My wife and daughter shared a conspiratorial joke and my wife gave her a quickly kiss on the sassing. My dick ached harder. Flashes of my wife and girl locked in a passionate kiss with lots of clapper, their naked bodies pressed together, scene through my mind.

"Let me just sense around in there,"my wife said, sliding her hand up our daughter 's second joint to her pussy."I 'll be gracious and gentle. Like the doctor."

Tiffany bit her lip. Her eyes widened when my married woman reached her teenage pussy. She pushed two finger inside. My daughter bit her lip, fighting a groan as my wife pumped her digit in and out of our daughter 's pussy. succus coated her fingers, glistening in the sunlight.

"How does that finger, sweetie ?"

"Good, Mommy,"my daughter panted, her little hips undulating."Very good. You 're going so deep in me. Mmm, I did n't know my pussy was so deep."

"It 's so you can take a cock when you 've found that special man,"my wife cooed into our daughter 's ear."Your snatch will get Nice and wet and conduct all of his girth."

I swallowed. I wanted to stroke my cock so badly.

My married woman kept pumping her fingers in and out of Tiffany 's pussy. Our daughter shuddered, her young breasts jiggling beneath her gown. Her breather quickened. My wife fingered our girl faster and faster.

"Everything is feeling perfectly normal to me,"my wife purred, her thumb"accidentally"brushing our daughter 's clit.

"goodness !"gasped Tiffany, her organic structure aching."Oh, yes, you 're soothing away the rawness, mom. It feels really good."

"I bet,"giggled my wife. Then she glanced at me."Phil, maybe you should check, too."

I swallowed, staring at my married woman 's fingers pumping in and out of our girl 's snap. Pink folds clung to Betty 's digit. juice leaked out, coating my wife 's digit and ran down our daughter 's taint to stain our sheets.

"Yes, pop, I need your opinion, too."Pleasure crossed her brass."I trust you, Daddy."

"Yes, you have to pull in trusted our baby girl is fine."My wife licked her brim, her thighs squeezed tight together, loving molesting our daughter under the guise of a medical exam examination."seed on, honey, do n't be shy. aid your daughter out."

I swallowed and reached out in a spell. I could n't jib. I knew it was so wrong, but that just excited me more. It was veto. Incest. Merely thinking the word propelled my hired hand to my girl 's cunt. My finger stroked her wet folds.

"Mmm, that 's dainty, Daddy."A shudder wracked my girl 's body."Oh, please, please, Daddy. I need you in me."

"She needs you in her, dear,"my wife groaned."Do it."

I shoved two finger deep into my daughter 's pussy. Her eyes widened. She gasped and bucked. Her flesh clenched down on my probing fingers. She was so hot and wet. I groaned, savoring how silky she felt on my fingers. My dick ached in retentivity of lowest night.

I pumped them in and out, taking my time, not rushing. I savored the spirit of my girl 's youthful, impertinent pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered, her back arching. The thin cloth of her nightie outlined her concentrated nipples.

I wanted to breastfeed them.

"How do I feel, pa ?"she panted, her pegleg squirming."Please, please, tell me I feel wonderful."

"You do, sweetheart,"I panted, turning on my incline, my shaft friction against the cover. My ballock boiled."You feel healthy and perfect. naught faulty with your pussy."

"Yes, she 's developed into such a beautiful, immature cleaning lady,"panted my wife, her own hips undulating, her thighs squirming.

"goodness,"my daughter panted. Her rosehip bucked."Thank you, pa ! Yes, yes ! Thank you !"

My daughter came.

Her slit spasmed about my digit. Her moans echoed through the bedroom. Pleasure transformed her Thomas Young face. Her eyes squeezed shut. She bolted upright as her juices spilled around my fingerbreadth then crashed back into the pillows. She gasped and moaned, legs twitching.

"Oh, yes, yes, pappa,"my daughter panted. A smiling crossed her brim."Thank you for checking me out."

"You 're welcome,"I answered, my back talk dry. I just fingered my daughter to an orgasm.

"Ooh, I have to get ready for schooling,"she said as I pulled my digit out of her. Then she scooted her pelvic girdle and worked her way off the bed. She bounded through the door, leaving it spread out behind her, and raced down the hallway to the privy. A moment later, the shower hissed on.

I turned to my married woman in disbelief."Did that really just happen ?"

She grabbed my fingers and pulled them into her mouth. She shuddered as she sucked our daughter 's juices from my fingers. The feel of her lip and lingua shooter from my finger's breadth straight to the tip of my dick.

When she pulled them from my mouthpiece, she moaned,"Tastes like it."

With a growling, I threw myself on my married woman. Her legs parted and she gasped when my dick plunged into her boiling-hot pussy. My shot were fast and quick. We both came in under a min, grunting and gasping as my cum boiled into my wife 's pussy. She held me slopped, her pillowy titty rubbing on my chest as the pleasure flooded out of me.

"Shit,"I groaned, panting above my wife."Shit, horseshit, shit."

"Wait until tonight,"my wife whispered in my ear."Tight, teenage, pure ass. Mmm, you 'll lie with it."

"Shit,"I groaned, my dick still hard.

My wife giggled beneath me.

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body of work went by in a daze.

I stumbled through the humdrum of the office. I wrote my reports without really knowing what I was typing. I gave a presentation that I did n't think back a Holy Scripture I said, just read from the slides and pointed while everyone nodded.

close night I fucked my girl 's vestal kitty-cat while she slept. Tonight I would fuck her virgin ass.

My dick was hard all day. I fought the urge to go to the bathroom and masturbate. It was the exclusively time I rose from the daze. The rest of the day I stumbled around not functioning, my head filled with visions of my defenseless girl : her beautiful, tiny titty ; her minuscule, pink mamilla ; her slim second joint ; schoolboyish rose hip ; tight kitty-cat slit ; and the hot, wet feeling of her cunt wrapped about my tool, sucking and writhing, begging for my cum to deluge her snatch.

What if I did wee her fraught ? Did my wife really want me to breed a grandchild with our daughter ? And what about Louis Comfort Tiffany ? Sure she enjoyed being fingered and she came hard in her sleep last night. But what if she would hate us when she found out ? What if she told the police ?

My wife and I could go to jail.

And that only made me concentrated. It was such a risk, exciting. It made my situation work so tedious. A humdrum macrocosm keeping me from my true passion—fucking my daughter and married woman together, having hot, incestuous threesomes.

My tool swelled hard again. I groaned, shaking my head. I was such a pervert. I could n't believe how disgusting I was. She was my daughter. I should n't want to fuck her.

I shouldn't.

But I did.

When I took my lunch, my earphone hummed. It was a ikon of my wife in our daughter 's bed wearing the very dyad of sky dreary panties my daughter wore last dark. Her hand was shoved in them, clearly fingering herself.

"Ca n't wait for tonight,"she wrote, the schoolbook accompanied by a winky emoji.

The succeeding pic was my wife on her script and human knee, snapping the picture in our daughter 's water closet doorway mirror. The panties were no pulled down my married woman 's second joint, bunching near her knee. Her phone was positioned right next to her butt-cheek. Her other hand parted her brass, exposing her puckered sphincter.

"Soon you 'll hold enjoyed all your women 's muddle,"this textbook read."Lucky dog."

"Shit,"I muttered in the breakroom.

"What ?"toilet, one of my coworkers, asked.

"Nothing,"I said, shaking my fountainhead."Just my wife sending me pics."

"Really ?"he asked."Can I see."

"No,"I said, giving him a look."I 'm not showing you my wife."

"I 'll show you mine."A hungry light burned in his eyes.

"No."I put my phone away, balled up my lunch bag, and tossed it into the garbage can.

"Come on. You 're wife is a fox."

Yes, she was. A conniving fox loose in the henhouse and she was having so very much fun.

She sent me several more comb-out pics of her masturbating in our daughter 's bed and sniffing Louis Comfort Tiffany 's dirty panties. Then Betty also admonished me not to jerk off myself."You need to carry through your seed for our daughter."

My cheeks burned. It was too a great deal. My dick was an Fe slab all day. It was so hard not to go and wank. I tried to focus on my boring work, but I sank back into my lust-filled stupor, thinking of Tiffany 's slim, blind drunk ass and how great it would be to fuck.

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"How was work, dear ?"my wife asked when I walked into the kitchen through the garage door. She was at the stove cooking hustle fry.

"Long,"I told her."And your pics did n't help."

"I know, I 'm so wicked,"my wife giggled.

"What movie ?"

I jumped. I had n't noticed our daughter at the kitchen table working on her school work. Her centre danced with curiosity. She set her pencil down and incline across the table."What pics, pa ?"

"Adult one,"my wife smiled."You have to keep your man interested and stimulated, dearest. They 're click, honey, and you do n't want him sniffing at another char 's ass. Not unless your with him."

"Betty ?"I groaned, hating how frank she was with our daughter.

"So you and pappa have threesomes ?"

"Only twice,"Betty smiled."And with a very especial, Brigham Young lady. We 're getting together with her real soon. She 's giving your dad a sweet treat."

"Anal ?"my daughter asked.

I froze.

"Uh-huh,"my wife nodded."Good guess."

"The boys at school are always begging for anal,"my daughter frowned."I said no. It sounds painful."

"Oh, honey, it 's anything but if you have the right man and he gets you ready."

"Ooh, that sounds wonderful."

My dick was so toilsome. I cleared my throat."I, um, I 'm going to switch. Get out of my workplace clothes."

"Do n't be long,"my wife said. I understood her significance. Do n't jack off."Dinner 's almost ready."

"Okay, honey."It was most unjust. She must have masturbated various prison term today.

When I came down stairs, my girl asked me for help on her math homework. I sat beside her, smelling the flowery scent perfuming her body, ineffectual to facilitate my eyes glance at her hackamore top making a little heap of cleavage out of her small breasts.

Would I ever see her as only my girl again ? Did I want to go back ? My stopcock did n't. He was at full mast.

The evening followed the normal weekday act of Jeopardy and Wheel of lot, my wife and daughter both eager to reckon the response while I sat in my lounger, my eyes drawn to both my char. Both wear off short pants, their legs gorgeous and yearn. Louis Comfort Tiffany was blossoming into her female parent 's ripeness. Then the news came on and Tiffany vanished to do teenager things—talk to her friends on Skype. Not sure why she had to, she spent the entire prison term watching TV with her phone in hand, her fingers moving at a blur and her phone constantly ringing and trilling with updates.

The newsworthiness over, it was metre for bed. Upstairs, Tiffany went through her evening act. Betty made sure she took her medication. Louis Comfort Tiffany rolled her eyes as she groaned,"Yes, Mom,"made my dick throb. Soon the fun would began.

When had I turned into this lecher waiting to prey on my girl. I was supposed to protect her, arrive at her safe, and yet I was eager to ream her ass while she slept. She was a drug, an incestuous intoxicant I could n't shake.

And neither could my wife.

"Mmm, she 's settling down,"my married woman purred."And I did n't hear the room access close. She 's eagre for her Daddy to see all her good luck charm. Do you think she has the courage to study off her panties."

"After this morning ?"I swallowed."She had to have it off we were masturbating her, honey, not checking her."

"I 'm sure she did."My wife sat on my lap, her ass wiggling."She 's a promising missy. And did she object ? No. She begged for her pappa to finger her when mamma finished. And we 're giving her what she wants, and she does n't even know it."

We waited fifteen more minutes to progress to sure the medicine had taken effect. The entire time my putz ached beneath my wife 's outstanding ass as she squirmed, her heat energy bleeding through the fabric. She was randy and ready to chivvy our daughter.

And so was I.

"It 's metre,"I growled, ineffectual to contain myself.

"someone 's eager."My wife licked her rim."Mmm, yes, let 's go enjoy barely legal ass."

Yes.

My married woman flew out of her wear as she headed for the steps, her naked ass shaking, her juice dripping down her English. I caught glimpse of her bouncing tits as I followed, kicking my shorts off my fundament and then ripping off my t-shirt.

My dick bounced before me.

Tiffany 's door was spacious undetermined this time, the moonlight streaming out into the morose hallway. My wife paused at the threshold, peering inside, smiling. She gave a wicked giggle and cocked her finger to me, inviting me to gaze at our daughter.

Tonight, Tiffany slept on half on her incline and on her breadbasket, her torso misrepresented, her ass facing the door covered in a pair of pink pantie that were a hybridisation between a G-string and a normal dyad, the bottoms of her butt-cheeks fully exposed before the thin band of cloth widened into frilly cloth to circulate her waist.

"Ooh, she 's wearing the cheekies I bought her for her birthday,"my wife grinned.

"Cheekies ?"

"That 's the way,"my wife said."Naughty, huh ? Did n't have panties like that when I was her age."

My wife grabbed my cock and led me into the room. My gumshoe ached in her hand as I stared at the cloth dipping between the cheeks of Tiffany 's ass. In the dim light, I could see the starting time of her pussy, plump against the cloth vanishing between her thighs.

"Mmm, she 's such an angel. So innocent."My wife let a depraved jest."She needs to be dirtied."

My wife seized our daughter 's hips and pulled her down the bed a foot. Then she rolled our daughter fully onto her tum. Lastly, my wife pushed a pillow beneath Louis Comfort Tiffany 's stomach, elevating her cute tush.

My wife kissed the right cheek."Mmm, she smells delicious. Come on, deplume her panty down. Let 's enjoy her ass."

"Yes, dear,"I panted, stumbling to the bed. I knelt between my daughter 's spread legs as my wife slid on the bed beside Tiffany.

I stroked up my girl 's thighs, staring at the dilute striptease of cloth molded over her pussy. There was a obscure spot.

An shake spot.

I leaned over, inhaling her sweet musk through her panties. I loved the scent. My married woman purred her approval when my deal swept up our daughter 's ass and gripped the waistband. I tugged the cloth down. It rolled around the flexible waistband, the textile rising from her butt-cheeks then parting from her sweet pussy. I pushed it down to around her mid-thighs, out of the way.

My married woman 's fingerbreadth shot between our girl 's thighs. Tiffany let out a sleepy suspiration as Betty stroked up and down the blotto scratch. Her digit dipped into Tiffany 's plica and came out glistening. My wife smiled and brought her digit between our daughter 's butt-cheeks. She wiped the wet onto our girl 's puckered sphincter.

"She 's going to eff your cock fucking her there,"groaned my married woman as she leaned down, licking her lips.

Then she licked our daughter 's sphincter.

I groaned and held our daughter 's butt-cheeks apart for my wife 's molesting tongue. Betty swirled around the tuck opening, bringing Thomas More sighs from our sleeping daughter. Her butt-cheeks clenched against my fingers and her hips wiggled.

Her sweet musk grew stronger.

"Mmm, I can smell her hot pussy,"my married woman groaned between licks of our girl 's asshole."She 's getting juicy, giving us all the lubricator we need."

My wife reached between our daughter 's thigh. Tiffany groaned again in her sopor when my wife penetrated her pussy. Betty kept tonguing our girl 's ass as she drew her finger's breadth back to the sphincter. She shoved it deep into our daughter 's bowels, penetrating her depths, lubing her for the fun.

"Ooh, she is mingy. You are going to love her, dear."

"Uh-huh,"I groaned, licking my lips.

I leaned down. I had to taste my daughter again. I nuzzled my tongue through her forbidden slit. This metre, my tongue penetrated deep into her kitty. No hymen protected her. I popped her cherry conclusion Nox.

I fucked my tongue in and out of Tiffany 's young pussycat. She moaned and sighed. I hoped her aspiration were magical. Her hips shifted, pressing her slit against my back talk while my wife licked and fingered our daughter 's ass.

"Mmm, do n't lick up all her juices,"my wife purred, her finger sliding down to forgather Thomas More succus."She needs to be lubed."

"They 're flooding out of her. She 's like her mother."

"I know. Got a hot cunt. full thing she has a pair of loving parents to facilitate her out."

"Uh-huh."

My wife smiled at me."sword lily you 're getting into the tone. We 're just giving our baby slut what she really wants—her daddy 's love."

"pappa,"my daughter sighed, her words slurred.

"She 's dreaming about you."

"better relieve oneself them special."

I pressed my mouth back into my daughter 's pussy as my wife continued her employment stretching out our daughter 's asshole. She worked two digit into Louis Comfort Tiffany 's bowels, loosening and lubing her, preparing her for my cock.

dada 's cock.

My dick ached. I licked my daughter faster and faster. I found her clit and sucked into my rima oris, delighting in the wonderful suspiration. She squirmed more, her body responding even in sleep to our molestation.

"Oh, she 's getting relaxed,"moaned my married woman."Keep working on her, Phil. puddle our baby slut cum so hard."

I fucked my tongue into her daughter 's hole, savoring her flavor. Her walls clenched on me. She shifted and sighed. Her mother worked finger's breadth faster and faster in and out of her asshole. It was so hot. My dick, the tip rubbing on my daughter 's bed, ached to fuck her. My glob boiled.

My daughter shuddered. Her snatch spasmed on my cock. She let out precious sighs and squeak as her sleeping body came. I drank her succus as they flooded out of her pussy, luxuriating in them, happy I made my daughter cum.

"Ooh, yes, she loved that one,"groaned my wife.

"I bet she did."I licked my mouth, savoring her musk.

Betty pulled her fingers out of our girl 's ass and moaned,"Shove two of yours in."

I let go of my daughter 's asscheeks. Betty took over, keeping them pried apart. I shoved two thick fingers into her tight puss. They were about as wide as my dick. I reamed in deep, letting her juices coat them. Then I brought them to her asshole and shoved them in.

"Oh, yes,"groaned our sleeping daughter."Mmm, s'nice."

My wife shuddered. She kissed me as I worked my fingers in and out of our daughter 's tight ass. I tasted false musk on my wife 's lips as my fingers pumped deep into my daughter 's depths. Her ass was hot and velvety.

My prick had to make love her.

I broke the kiss.

"It 's time ?"my wife asked.

I nodded my mind."She 's loose. She can take my fingers."

"Then she can consume pa 's big pecker,"my wife moaned. She shifted down the bed and then knelt before our daughter 's sleep face. She grabbed Tiffany 's cheap tomentum. My wife guided our daughter 's face to her pussy."Mmm, if you were awaken, you would devour Mommy 's pussy like a good girl."

"She would,"I moaned as my wife moved our daughter 's sleeping forefront up and down, my wife rubbing her hot pussy into Tiffany 's face.

I rose and straddled my girl 's wooden leg. I guided my rooster to her pussy. I sank into her hot, molten depths for a bit, basting my hammer. She was so squiffy and tremendous. I wanted to stay on in her, but I stared at her tail end. I had to desecrate her bowel. I had to bed her ass.

"Yes, do it,"my wife moaned, her voice thick and throaty."Ream the little slut 's ass. Our baby fornicatress needs a big tool in her. You heard how excited she got when I mentioned the the right way man fucking her ass. It was you she was thinking of. Our daughter has it so badly for you. She 's a dad hussy. fucking her ass."My wife 's Brobdingnagian tit shook as she humped into Tiffany 's side."Do it. I need to see you ream her."

I pried our daughter 's butt-cheeks apart and stared at her sphincter. I pulled my peter out of her mean cunt. Juices dripped off my shaft. I slid it through her crack and found the puckered orifice of her sphincter.

"Daddy 's going to eff you so hard,"I groaned.

Louis Comfort Tiffany sighed into her mother 's pussy.

"She wants it so badly,"my married woman moaned."She 's dreaming of you fucking her ass right wing now."
"Yes ... dad ..."

My daughter 's sleepy whisper triggered my hips. They thrust forward. My dick pressed into my daughter 's sphincter muscle. The puckered opening held off my cock thirster than her hymen had. I groaned, my tip aching.

And then I popped in two inches.

Hot, tight, pure ass gripped my cock. I growled, thrusting forward, savoring the rougher clench. delight rippled up my turncock. I drove deeper and deeper into her. I groaned when my groin pressed into her butt-cheeks and my ball rested against her taint.

"You 're balls deep into our girl,"my married woman gasped. The bed creaked as she humped our daughter 's side."Now fuck her. pound up that ass. Make our daughter cum so hard."

I leaned on my arms over my daughter, my face near my wife 's big tits. I drew back, groaning with every inch I slid. Agonizing bliss engulfed my cock. She was so tight, so hot, so gravel. My clump churned. I drew my cock back until the tip remained.

Then I sank in just as slowly. I savored violating my daughter 's arsehole. Her proscribed bowels gripped my cock. Her tiny pelvic girdle shifted. And her moans. Such confection, wanton moans escaped her lips spurring me to hold open fucking her.

She loved it.

"You 're fucking our daughter 's ass,"my wife gasped, her torso shuddered."holy shit, yes. Mmm, keep fucking her. Let me know when you 're about to cum."

"I will,"I panted."I ca n't lay off fucking her. She 's amazing."

"Uh-huh."My wife 's eyes widened."Oh, yes. Her mouth ... oh, god, that 's trade good. Mmm, yes. My sister 's mouth are rubbing on my pussy. She 's making mum feel so good."

My hips sped up their thrusting rhythm as I watched my wife vaulting horse and muscle spasm. Her huge bosom bounced before my side as pleasure crashed through my married woman 's body. Her back arched. When she came hard, she squirted.

And she came hard.

"Yes, yes, yes, that 's ma 's juices. Oh, fuck, Phil. She 's amazing. Oh, I love her so a good deal. This is the expert. Oh, yes. Oh, shtup !"

"She is,"I panted, my rooster aching in her mean grip.

My balls slapped into my daughter 's taint. The bed creaked in the familiar round of sex. My daughter groaned and gasped as her gut clenched and relaxed on my tool. She sighed my epithet, her tidings slurred by sleep.

As her ass relaxed I could fuck her faster and harder. My bulwark smacked into her butt-cheeks. I loved the sound. I savored it echoing through her room. My wife shuddered, regaining herself after her orgasm, her grin encouraging me to hold back pounding our daughter 's bowels.

"Shit, she is so tight, Betty. So roll in the hay tight. I ca n't believe it. Oh, fuck. She 's taking all my dick up her ass."

"She 's a baby slut,"panted my wife."Mmm, yes. maintain pounding her. She 's moaning into my kitty-cat. I feel each one. It 's so hot. shuffle me so wet. I ca n't wait to cum again."

"I 'm getting close,"I groaned, the friction building the pressure sensation in my balls."shtup, I want to flood my cum in her asshole."

"But that wo n't get her pregnant,"moaned my married woman."You ca n't multiply your little girl by fucking her ass. You know that."

"But ..."I groaned."You want me to displume out and bonk her cunt ?"

Betty nodded her head.

"I need a material to wipe my cock off first."

My wife shook her head.

"You want me to fuck my dirty tool into her pussy ?"

She smiled and nodded her head.

"That 's so lousy,"I panted. My tool throbbed. I almost came just at the thought.

"Uh-huh."My wife shuddered again."Clean your dick off in our daughter 's snatch then flood her with your cum. Breed a baby into her. Do it !"

I groaned and ripped my dick out of my daughter 's asshole. I shifted positions and thrust it into her wet snatch. She was so tight, gripping me with her silk. I thrust hard, frenzied, my Lucille Ball smacking into her button as her pussy paries washed my shaft off.

The image seized me. Her pussy scrubbing her ass from my cock, cleaning it. My coxa bucked so hard as my bollock tensed. My look twisted. The frantic moment of no return hit me. I had to cum. Nothing would stop me.

"Yes, yes, cum in our girl ! breed her !"My wife came hard, screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.

My egg tensed. I drove into her profoundness. I unloaded. Blast after bang of my cum spilled into my girl 's pussy. I grunted. My body shook. My fecund seed filled her fertile depths. I drove in deep, wanting my cum to get as close to her womb as possible.

"screw a grandchild into our girl !"screamed my wife, gripped by her orgasm.

"Yes,"I groaned.

My daughter shuddered. Her pussy spasmed about my cock as she came. She milked me. I grunted, savoring her kitty pulsing around my dick, cleaning off the last of her ass and squeezing out the close of my cum.

"That 's it, infant,"I moaned."You want pa 's child."

"She does,"groaned my wife, slumping against the headboard."So badly. Mmm, that was so hot."

I nodded my head.

"Now we need to clean house her up."My wife giggled."It will be such a surprise when she 's pregnant."

"You are a arch woman."

My married woman nodded her head.

My daughter shuddered and sighed a final time as her orgasm reached its superlative. Then her ventilation slowed as she settled into regular sleep. I smiled, loving her medication. It was so virile to let her sleep through passionate sex.

sleeping smasher Syndrome may sound made-up, but I was glad my daughter had it.

To be continued ...