Sleeping daughter
Chapter One : Wife 's revolting program
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

The bathroom door opened right as I reached for the doorhandle. I froze. A cloud of steam washed over me as my eighteen-year-old daughter stepped out, still damp from her shower, her loud haircloth wrapped up by one towel, another towel wrapped about her budding soundbox. I blinked at the sight of her swelling segmentation and then noticed how sleek her legs were.

They glistened.

The towel hardly fell down low enough to cover her buns. Up until that second, I had seen Louis Comfort Tiffany only as my daughter. Now she blossomed into a sexual being. A bang of hotness surged down to my cock. It hardened and swelled, rising forward and catching on my underwear.

When had Tiffany grown so sexy ? What had happened to my little girl ? She had curves. I mean, I knew she was growing. I knew she wore bras now and shaved her ramification and did all the other things a teenage female child did.

But she had still seen like my little girl.

And now that range of a function shattered. I noticed the beauty of her face as she stared up at me, the smile playing on her arch lips, the spark in her naughty optic. She arched one eyebrow, giving me a strange look.

"Dad ?"

"Huh ?"I said. On the dog of lust came superfluity. I had just ogled my daughter, my trivial miss. What was wrongfulness with me ?

"You 're kinda in the way, Dad."

"Oh, right, sorry,"I said, giving a laugh. My handwriting itched to reach down and adjust my erection so it was n't so painfully trapped."Just being a goofball."

She rolled her middle and shook her head. The towel slipped. Near her hip, the two ending parted, revealing her pale flesh up her side of meat. My gumshoe throbbed even harder."Dad, you are always a cuckoo. That 's why I love you."

Love you. Those words sent another Wave of lust through me.

"commodity,"I croaked."dear you, too."

Her grinning exploded across her backtalk. Then she slipped by me. I did n't move enough and her hip rubbed against my intemperate erection. The towel pulled farther apart, dragging on my bulge, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of curving buttocks before the pink terry cloth fell into place. Then Louis Comfort Tiffany sauntered down the hallway, her pelvic girdle shaking. I could just view the can of her butt, the start of swelling cheeks.

When did she prepare such a great ass ? It was like her mother's.

Tiffany paused at her bedroom 's doorway. She turned and smiled at me before she slipped in. The door closed behind her with a loud clink. I groaned and shook my head, heat rushing through my body. What a niggling nymph.

"You need to take your exhibitor so we can get going,"my wife admonished from behind me.

I jumped and turned. My married woman stood in her cutting. Tonight we had a wedding to go to. My wife and daughter showered first so they could do all their magic, leaving me survive. I swallowed at my wife, still beautiful and curvy as she approached 40, her white meat looking wonderful in the slip 's cleavage, her Robert Brown pilus falling in curling waves about her mature face.

Our girl 's face fully blossomed. She even had that Lapp, impish smile.

"What 's got you excited ?"she asked."Staring at Tiffany ?"

"What, no,"I laughed, hoping she was joking."Why would I gaze at our girl ?"

She shook her headway."rain shower. Now. Mister."

"Yes, dear."

I stepped into the fog of steam. I hoped Louis Comfort Tiffany left me any hot water. She should have showered earlier. I hated taking a frigid shower. Then I glanced down at my still-hard erection, the glimpse of my daughter 's flesh seared into my mind.

Maybe a moth-eaten shower bath would be a good idea.

My erection died the minute the icy water hit me. I gasped, letting the water flow across my eubstance, cooling my zeal. It was hard to retrieve of Tiffany, or any woman, when my tooth chattered. My good cock shrank and my balls retreated.

Good.

I grabbed the soap and washed fast.

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It was deep when we arrived at the theater, my feet sore, both my women sleepy. Though Tiffany popped back up and bounced in the backrest of seat. She was a little giggly. I had my suspicious she snuck a glass of bubbly at some point.

Her dress—a lavender affair with a plunging neckline that had shocked me when I saw it, though her mother told me to block being a prude—rustled as she straightened up. In the rearview mirror, I could n't help noticing the swell of her breasts jiggling as she arched her back.

They were small, but looked house, handfuls begging to be played with. I wondered if any boys had pawed at her. A billow of anger blastoff through me. I hoped not. No one should touch my little miss 's pap but me.

I froze at that thought.

Me ?

I was her father. What the fuck was wrong with me ?

"Mmm, what a outstanding night,"my wife said, stretching, showing off her equally plunging neckline of her red dress. Her large bosom bounced and jiggled, drawing my eyes from appreciating my girl 's cleavage. Betty leaned over."marriage always pass water me randy."

I stiffened as my wife, a little tipsy, kissed me, her hand slipping down and rubbing at my voiceless swelling. She groaned into the candy kiss, squeezing harder. Our daughter sniggered in the backseat before opening the door and climbing out.

"Do n't forget to charter your medication,"my wife called, breaking our kiss to be a mother."Okay ?"

"Yes, Mom,"my girl said, rolling her eyes.

She had recently been diagnosed by a disorder—Sleeping mantrap Syndrome. net week, my wife had taken her into the doctor. Now Tiffany had to take a pill every nighttime, one that would let her get a full nighttime 's sleep without any issue.

I had n't realized she had any catch some Z's trouble. I mean, she was so Edward Young, but my wife insisted.

"She 'll be out for the full night,"my married woman purred, stroking my shaft."Wo n't hear a thing."

I smiled at my wife. We had an participating sex live. Nineteen years of marriage had n't diminished it yet. She was a passionate woman. She believed the honest way to keep a man was to keep on him interested. And she worked arduous to do just that.

But my eyes trailed to my daughter, a younger version of my wife, heading to the front door.

"We 're going to give wicked fun tonight,"my married woman purred before kissing me again.

We necked in the car like adolescent ourselves. My hands found her breasts, kneading them while she rubbed at my rooster, driving me into a craze. I groaned into her hot kisses. The window of our car steamed up. I wondered what the neighbors must recollect if they noticed the car rocking in the wickedness.

But I did n't deal. I ached. I needed to cum. It was an imperative.

I pushed up my wife 's dame, slid up her sleek stockings. She wore thigh-highs today. I moved higher and found her onionskin pantie, the crotch soaked. She shuddered as I rubbed them. My zip rasped. Her hand reached in, pulling out my operose dick, stroking me.

"Yes,"I groaned, breaking the kiss.

"Let 's go inside,"she purred.

I only nodded.

She climbed out of the car, adjusting her dress, then sauntered to the door. I did n't bother putting my cock away. It was dour and I was hard. I followed after her, my dick bouncing before me. Tiffany left the door unbarred. We were inside in a instant, cuddling, moaning, our physical structure pressed together, our hired hand roaming.

Clothing came off. I had n't been this turned on in so long. Tiffany danced through my head as I stroked and caressed my married woman 's body. We moved across the keep room, leaving a trail behind us, and then reached the stairs.

"Ooh, yes,"my wife moaned as she darted up the stairs, her naked ass quiver. I caught shadowed glimpses of her pussy covered by her trimmed, brown down.

I followed that gorgeous ass, my shaft bouncing before me.

My wife darted down the hall and then paused before our daughter 's bedroom. Our girl 's door was half open. My wife pushed it all the way spread and froze. A shudder ran through her body. What was she doing ? I slowed as I approached, all too aware I was naked.

Naked and hard.

"Come here,"she whispered, motioning to me."You have to see this."

"What ?"I asked."I 'm naked."

"She 's sleeping. ejaculate on."She motioned again."The lozenge will keep her out no matter what we do."

I swallowed and padded down the hall to her, my putz bounce before me. She seized my dick, stroking me as I joined her at the doorway. I peered into my daughter 's way. Moon spilled silver across her, painting her body. My eyes widened. She slept only in a pair of frilly panties, lying on her back, her house tits rising like cones as she breathed slowly, her brassy-brown pilus spilled about her pillow. One arm held her teddy bear that she claimed to be too old for.

And yet insisted he still sleep with her.

"Is n't that a beautiful sight ?"my married woman whispered in my ear as she stroked my dick.

I could only groan as my wife pressed against my side, her teat hard on my soma. Her hand gripped me, stroking faster. My dick ached in her script as I could n't snap my regard away from my girl 's sleeping form.

"Is n't she blossoming into a beautiful, young charwoman ?"my wife purred."Mmm, does n't she make you ache with her sensuous form."

"Betty,"I groaned."What are you saying ?"

"Those nipple. God, those are great tit. Still so firm. Ooh, yes, she may not be as big as mine, but they are still gorgeous."

"Betty,"I gasped now, impact shooting through me.

And my wife kept stroking me.

"You saw her ill-treat out of the can today, teasing you. She waited, you know ?"

"Waited ? What ?"

"To abuse out of the bathroom. She made sure enough you were in the hallway. Little young woman love to tease their fathers. She 's been doing it for a while, but you never noticed. But you did today. I could tell."She squeezed my hammer."You stared at her all night in her dress, looking at her ass, her pocket-size tits. Mmm, you 're so hard."

"Because you 're stroking me."

Her sass brushed my ear."Because you want to fuck our daughter."

"Betty, I never would."

"Why not ?"My wife 's wet kitty-cat rubbed on my hard thigh."You took a dusty exhibitor today. You were shivering when you came out. The idea of fucking our girl popped into your head."

"I wouldn't."

"Really ?"Betty moved away from me. She pulled me into the room by my cock. I groaned and stumbled after. Moonlight flashed about her generous curves as she led me beside our girl 's bed. My married woman stroked me with her decent hand then brushed a filament of hair off Tiffany 's forehead."You do n't want to dishonor her ?"

Was this a trick ? A trap ? My wife could n't be asking this query ? Did she want me to ? Was she a pervert ?

I stared at my wife like I had never seen her before in my life.

"Such lithe skin,"My wife purred, her free hand sliding down Tiffany 's neck and berm to her chest."And these breasts. Let 's see how hard her nipples get."

"Betty,"I groaned, my heart thudding in my chest.

My wife 's digit trailed up our girl 's mightily tit. She circled the conelike mound and reached the dusky-pink areola. A small ring. My married woman stroked its circumference. A knockout nub rose out of the center, a flyspeck peak thrusting from my daughter 's small mound.

"face at that pap,"my wife purred."Just delicious."Then she bent over and sucked it into her mouth.

My dick throbbed. I almost came as my wife 's lips sucked on our daughter 's nipple. She popped her mouth off of it, leaving the nipple pink and shiny. My school principal swam. My clump boiled. I could n't conceive this was happening. It was like I entered the fall Zone, stepping out of reality.

"You liked that,"giggled Betty."I know you did. Your dick does n't lie. It can't."

"What is going on ?"

"I 've been aching for this import,"Betty panted."You touching her, fucking her. It makes me so wet when I think about it. I masturbate in her bed while she 's at school. I pretend I 'm her and you 're atop me, fucking me, making me cum."She let out a shuddering moan."Oh, Daddy, fuck me. repel your putz into me."

"dirt, Betty,"I groaned, my chunk boiling."I 'm gon na ..."

"Cum ?"

I nodded, the effigy of myself fucking Tiffany burned in my mind, of sliding my cock into her Lester Willis Young slit, to feel her virgin bag, compressed and hot. To see my babe missy pant and groan, loving my strokes, embracing the pleasure.

It was too much.

Betty moved my cock. I did n't fight her. She brought the tip of my dick to our daughter 's half-open sass. She pressed my shaft into it. My eyes widened at the wet, warm touch of Tiffany 's mouth. In sleep, her mouth opened wider, latching on the tip.

And she sucked.

"Goddamn !"I groaned as my balls unloaded.

My cum poured into my daughter 's mouth while my wife stroked it. Her hand slid up and down my dick, squeezing out every attack of cum. It poured into my daughter 's mouth, leaking out the position. She swallowed in her sleep, gulping down the cum that boiled out of me.

"fucking,"I grunted again, shuddering, such knock-down wave of cacoethes bursting out of me. I had n't cum so hard in my life story."tinker's dam, hoot, damn."

"Ooh, that was a good one,"my wife purred, letting go my dick.

I stumbled back, suddenly dizzy as the lethargic after bliss of my orgasm draped my body. I just came in my girl 's backtalk. The idea rattled through my judgement. My dick twitched, wanting to intumesce hard, to do it again.

And then my married woman leaned over and kissed our daughter. Her natural language flicked out, gathering my cum that leaked out. My wife 's naked ass shook at me. I shuddered and reached out, grabbing her cheek, squeezing them as she cleaned my jizz from our daughter 's lips.

"Mmm, her first taste sensation of cum,"my wife panted."pa 's cum. I know you 'll have sweet dreams now, baby."

"ass,"I breathed as my wife straightened.

Then she pulled me out of the room to our sleeping accommodation. She fell back on the bed and I devoured her snatch. I made her shrieking loud. She loved it. She called me daddy over and over, moaning and gasping in a girlish voice.

When I fucked her, she pretended to be Tiffany. I came hard again.

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I was nervous the succeeding morning when Tiffany stumbled downstairs in a pink nightgown, something she normally would have warn instead of just her panties. I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my chocolate while Betty cooked Sunday breakfast.

"Morning, sleepyhead,"my married woman said, beaming at our daughter.

My wife woke up bubbling and giggling, acting like a teenager. We made have a go at it a second prison term this morning. The intact metre my wife whispered in my ear how hot it was watching me cum in our daughter 's backtalk. Then she moaned"Daddy !"as she came.

"How was your night ?"Betty asked.

I tensed. Did Tiffany remember anything that happened ? What if she was n't really sleeping ?

"I had a great night sleep,"she said, bouncing to the table. She jumped onto my lap, so lithe and light up, squirming like she used to love.

My cock hardened.

"aurora, Daddy."

I swallowed. She was so cute and devoid. And so lovely. I felt her right tit through the t-shirt I wore. computer memory of her hard tit saturated my brain as she leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Morning,"I told her as she slipped off my lap and took her seat."So no, uh, eldritch dreaming ?"

She blushed."Well, I did have a, um, sexy dream."

"Wet dream,"Betty said."And that 's perfectly normal at your age. I used to have them all the time."

"Wet is the countersign,"my daughter giggled then glanced at me and blushed.

My cheeks warmed as I imagined her slick thighs.

"And I had this funny taste in my mouth,"she continued as my wife brought over the pancakes.

"Funny ?"I asked then swallowed."Like what did it preference like."

"Salty and a little bitter, but I liked it. I would n't listen tasting it again."She giggled."I dreamed I sucked a ..."She blushed, glancing at me."Nevermind."

"It would excuse the salty taste,"my wife giggled.

My girl nodded, her smile growing as she glanced at me. Did she want to give suck a cock. My cock ? No, no. My lusts are running wild. I needed to control them.

But my dick throbbed, the memory of her hot sassing burned on my dick.

She looked at her pancakes."Mmm, these look great, Mom. Thanks."

"You 're welcome."My wife leaned down and kissed Tiffany on the forehead.

I wanted her to buss our daughter on the lips.

Betty sat down beside me, her hand casually brushing my surd shaft. She smiled and winked at me. She knew why I was hard and she approved. All through breakfast, I relived the cumming into my girl 's mouth. I remembered how she sucked in her slumber, drawing the cum from my depths.

And she had no idea. It was a wicked closed book my wife and I shared.

Betty grinned all through breakfast as Tiffany talked about how a lot fun she had last night and the cute boys she danced with. Every time she mention a boy, she glanced at me, flashing me a dazzling smile while shifting in her seat.

She gave me a great thought down her cleavage.

My wife was right. Louis Comfort Tiffany wanted me to attend at her. She was having fun teasing me. The way she sat on my lap, squirming, rubbing her cute butt into my swelling hardon, and now her feel. Her small pes brushed mine beneath the table as she kicked her legs.

She had always done it. I thought it unacquainted, and now ...

"Go wash the dishes,"Betty said to our daughter when breakfast was finished.

"But ..."Tiffany pouted, flashing me a look and inclination towards me.

I caught a glimpse of pink areola down her nightie.

"Listen to your mother,"I said automatically. Tiffany always turned to me to get out of doing chore."Now."

"Fine,"she sighed, collected the plates, and flounced to the sinkhole, her butt shaking.

My wife leaned over and let out a purring, lust-filled moan."Look at that ass. That is such a cute nightie. When I bought it, I knew you would love seeing it on her."

Sweat beaded the forehead. Could our daughter here us over the unravel spigot. She was n't that far from the table."Betty, she 's rectify there."

"I know,"my married woman panted."I 'm so wet right wing now. I ca n't wait for tonight."

"Tonight ?"

She nuzzled into my ear."I want to watch you get laid our daughter. It 'll be so hot."

My dick threatened to burst from my shorts.

My wife broke away from me, striding by in her own nightie, her large teat bouncing beneath the cloth. She came up behind our daughter, hugging her from behind. The span giggled and laughed. I leaned back in my chair, not hearing what they talked about as I sipped my java and envision my cock sliding into our little little girl 's pussy.

I had married one perverted woman.

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The idea of fucking my daughter would not go away all day. It was Sun, so I spent it outside mowing the lawn and then trimmed our hedges while my wife and daughter worked in the floor bottom, both wearing the tightest pair of dungaree boxers and, I swear, no panties.

From behind, they looked almost indistinguishable. Betty had a busty ass, but they were both delicious. And their camel toes The denim hugged their crotches as they worked, their plump vulvas outlined as the knack low over, rosehip shaking.

They both were teasing me.

Their giggles echoed every sentence there was a lull in the lawnmower or leaf blower or elude trimming capacitor 's motors. They were a duo of sirens. And, worse, my married woman kept glancing at me and then nodding her head towards our daughter, inviting my ogles while Betty had that pixilated smile on her lips.

As we neared wrapping up, my girl headed inside to get lemonade while my wife and I put our tools away in the shed. In the nighttime, I grabbed my wife, pressing her against the side and kissed her. I was so horny.

My dick had been hard all day, aching for assuagement. I had to fuck her.

"Mmm,"she moaned as I groped her breasts."Someone 's eager for tonight."

"ass tonight,"I panted."I need you now."

Her smiling bloomed."Did we twit you that much ?"

"Yes,"I groaned."Her shorts. They 're too small for her. She should n't wear those. I could see everything. Christ, her vulva was plump."

"I know."My married woman undulated her hips, grinding on my hard-on."So you need to be patient role. I 'm not having you spoil your appetite for tonight 's feast."

"You 're serious."

She nodded her head.

"Mom, Dad,"our girl shouted.

"We 're in the shed,"my wife called.

I jumped away from my wife as the door yanked open with a groaning creak. My girl glanced in, a grin crossing her face."What were you two doing in here ?"

"Nothing,"I groaned, my cock throbbing so hard.

"Did n't look like nothing to me,"she giggled."Mom 's blouse is messed up."

"We were making out,"Betty answered."And that 's athirst work. Lemonade ?"

"On the veranda."

My wife seized my script, my shaft aching to cum, and led me to the porch, denying me a minute 's satisfaction.

My wife watched me like a hawk after that. I had no chance to sneak off and jerk my dick, to relieve my blue air ballock. She even followed me into the bathroom when I had to pee. We were pretty cursory about sharing the toilet. But I knew why she followed, and it was n't to check her makeup at eight at night.

And every few proceedings, she would whisper,"She 'll be asleep in three hours."Then"Two hr,"“ One hour,"“ thirty minutes."

She drove me wild.

Our daughter went upstairs to get quick."Remember to take your medicine,"my wife called in her afters, motherly voice.

"Yes, Mom,"our girl said. I could hear the eye roll in her voice.

My wife licked her backtalk and squirmed more, her excitement bulge. We both were quiet as we listened to our daughter motion around upstairs, going through her nightly ritual, brushing dentition, combing her hair, removing constitution. It was so pipe down downstairs I heard the flip of her light switch, the pad of her pes, the creak of her bed.

We waited another 15 minutes, letting the medicinal drug lull her into a deep sleep.

Then my wife stood and stripped naked, baring her shake body. Her thighs gleamed with her juice, her nipples were fat nubs thrusting from her heaving breast. I followed her, fright and lust warring inside of me.

We were really doing this.

My wife led me by the cock, a huge grin on her fount. We reached upstairs. Our daughter 's door was one-half undetermined like last nighttime. My wife led me down the hallway to the door. I trembled, wondering what our daughter would be wearing.

Sky blue panties, lace around the legholes. Nothing else.

Her nipples were backbreaking today, painting phantasm across her dead body as the silvery Moon streamed through her window. Her barefaced hair fell over her face, half-hiding her slumber beauty. Such innocence.

"We ca n't,"I groaned."She 's our daughter."

"She wants this,"my wife purred, drawing me into the elbow room by my hard, aching hammer."That 's why she 's sleeping with the door undefended nearly defenseless. That 's why she wore those jean trunks and no panties. Our infant girl is dying to have sex with her daddy."

"But she 's sleeping."

"And that makes it live,"my wife purred in my ear."She wo n't even know she 's had you. Yet."

We reached the bed. My wife stroked my dick as we gazed at our sleeping daughter 's beauty. My married woman 's loose manus reached out and stroked down our daughter 's stomach. Tiffany let out a cute suspiration, shifting on the bed, the medicine keeping her asleep.

Then my wife reached the hem of our daughter 's pantie. Her finger dipped in, pressing down towards the innocent warmth between Tiffany 's thighs. I groaned, my formal churning. Betty 's hand stroked up my cock, reaching the tip.

"mother fucker !"I grunted as my pecker came.

I had been primed all day, my peter cocked and ready to fire. Only the slightest sensation was needed to trigger me. I shuddered as the cum squirted out of me, mighty blasts that splashed across our daughter 's stomach and tits, painting her in dripping cum. My wife sucked in a deep breath, stroking me, aiming my cock, making trusted each subsequent eruption painted Tiffany 's little tits.

"Ooh, we teased you so badly,"she groaned."Oh, I guess we were wicked."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, shaking as the walking on air pumped through me. My cum dripped on my girl 's body.

"Ooh, that 's so hot,"my wife purred, leaning over and letting go of my tool. She swept her hair back behind her shoulder joint then licked a line of running cum that dribbled down our daughter 's side.

My tool twitched, aching from the 1st cum as I hardened for a second. It was too much. I had always loved porn where a man came on a women 's soundbox and another woman licked it up. Betty knew that. We watched enough porn together.

She was doing this for me. She knew it would excite me.

"Mmm, your cum taste so honorable on our daughter."Her tongue licked mellow."You drenched her. Ooh, that was so wicked of you, Phil. You 're such a bad daddy."

"Yes,"I panted, transfixed by the sight of my wife 's natural language lapping up my cum drenching our daughter 's body.

Betty moved higher, licking, gathering jizz. It coated her lips and tongue. She shuddered, shaking her pelvic arch, as her poke reached our girl 's diminished cumulus. Betty licked and tongued around the retinal cone, following the blood of jizz. She moaned every time her tongue gathered my cum into her backtalk, her pelvic arch shaking, juice dripping down her thighs.

Her tangy musk filled my nose. I groaned, breathing it in as I watched her summit our daughter 's tit and engulfed a cum-covered nipple. Tiffany mewled in her sleep. She stirred and trembled, a smile playing on her lips.

Was she dreaming ?

Betty loved our daughter 's teat. My married woman sucked and nibble. Her finger rubbed my cum into Tiffany 's other titty. Betty rolled and pinched Louis Comfort Tiffany 's go out nipple while sucking on the right. Our girl sighed again, her torso twitching as she slept.

And my dick grew harder.

"She has such cute boob,"my married woman moaned."Mmm, I love her so much, Phil. Do n't you ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

"We need to yield our daughter so much pleasure,"my wife purred as she turned her rim to the cum puddling on our daughter 's stomach. respective communication channel had ran to our girl 's belly button, pooling in her little innie.

My wife straddled our daughter 's mind and leaned down, tonguing at the cum pooling in Tiffany 's navel. I groaned, stroking my hard tool as my wife licked and gathered the cum. She sucked it out, reveling in the taboo delight.

"proceeds off her panties,"groaned my wife."Do it."

I moved to the bed and grasped our daughter 's filly, racy panties. I trembled as I drew them down her rosehip. The fabric rolled, exposing her pubic hair, night against her pale pelt. A new musk filled my olfactory organ, sugariness with youth.

My daughter 's excited pussy.

I rolled the scanty farther down her second joint, past her knee joint, her calves, and off her precious feet. My wife spread Tiffany 's legs apart. Betty 's fingers stroked our girl 's pubic fuzz then brushed our daughter 's wet slit.

"Ooh, she 's so hot,"groaned Betty."She 's going to have a existent wet dream tonight."

My married woman leaned down and licked at our girl 's cunt. I groaned, kneeling between Tiffany 's thighs as I watched my wife tongue our sweet girl 's cunt. Betty moaned as her tongue licked through the congregation. Her fingerbreadth parted Tiffany 's labia, revealing pink, vestal depths.

My wife licked and sucked, moaning and squirming. Soft suspiration came from our daughter 's sass. She shuddered and squirmed on the bed, her thigh contracting. My married woman tongued faster, juices staining her lips.

"You have to taste her, Phil,"groaned my wife."She 's so sweetened. Taste our daughter 's cunny. It 's wonderful."

"Yes,"I panted, leaning down.

I took my first incestuous lick of my girl 's cunt. She moaned again, the sleepy gasps of a girl dreaming naughty passion. She tasted so sweet, so fresh. I groaned as my glossa flicked up to her clit, a small-scale bud peaking out and begging to be played with.

So I sucked on it.

Tiffany squirmed in her eternal rest. Her groan were fresh and more urgent. delicate groans and mewls of seventh heaven. I batted her clit with my knife, giving my daughter the most pleasant wet dream of her life as I feasted on your youthful, Virgin flesh.

And she was virgin. Her Hymen formed a knock ring of form about the tight possible action of her pussy. I probed it with my fingers, touching it, my dick ache, begging to bury into my daughter and feel the scented bobby pin of her shape about me.

"That 's it,"my wife moaned with crazed rage. The bed creaked as her hips shifted. Was she grinding her pussy on our girl 's face."Lick her little cunt. Her baby cunny. Mmm, yes, grant our daughter the bliss she yearns for."

"Yes,"I panted, drunk on incestuous passion.

My daughter 's juices stained my rim, I moved downhearted, nuzzling at her sheep pen, my fingers spreading her wide open. I lick at her pussy 's entry, brushing her maidenhead before plunging into her untouched depths and drinking her sugariness juices.

"Oh, that 's so hot,"my married woman purred, her fingers rubbing at our daughter 's clit."Devour her. hold the fiddling slut cum. Our baby slut."

My eyes focused on my wife 's fingers circling our daughter 's clitoris. Tiffany moaned louder in her sleep. Her stomach tense and her hips bucked against my lips. Her pussy clenched about my natural language. I felt it construction in her.

My daughter 's first sexual climax at the hand of another.

I was for sure she masturbated. Every one did. She had rubbed her pussycat and clitoris. She had probed her fingers past the ring of her hymen pretending it was my dick pricking her. She had bucked on her bed and moaned my name as her youthful passions overwhelmed her.

I could almost hear her moan her pleasure, her sweet voice gasping,"Yes, Daddy,"as I tongued her. My wife 's digit were a blur on our daughter 's clit, rubbing Tiffany hard, driving her to her sweetly release.

Tiffany gasped loud. Her pelvic arch bucked. Her pussy spasmed on my tongue.

We made our daughter cum.

It was such a beautiful peck, her stiff purulent convulsing. Her succus flooded my oral fissure. My married woman shuddered, her face constricting. She gasped, sharing delight with our daughter, cumming on Tiffany 's sweet face.

"She 's ready,"my married woman moaned as her eye rolled back in her point."ass our little young woman. Ram your dick into her tight, virgin cunt. Make her into a woman. Our baby slut."

"Yes,"I growled, my heart bursting with joy. I would be my daughter 's first. I would open her up to delight. I knew in the morning she would inflame up knowing she had the best dream ever and wishing it was true.

I rose. My wife sat up on Tiffany 's case, revealing our daughter 's cum smeared body. My wife grasped my backbreaking pecker. She stroked me, her thumb massaging the tip of my hard cock, as she brought me to our daughter 's cunt.

"payoff her,"my wife moaned as she squirmed, smearing hot pussy on Tiffany 's slumbering rim. She rubbed my hammer against our daughter 's wet snatch."fuck her, Phil. nooky our baby girl."

"Yes,"I groaned and thrust.

My daughter 's maidenhead tore. Her body bucked. And then her hot, sweet cunt wrapped about my shaft, a wet peach tree engulfing me, massaging my cock. I groaned at the pure cloud nine. Such sweet depths held my cock.

My daughter 's depths.

I was in my girl. I buried to the root in her."Fuck,"I grunted."Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Yes,"my married woman moaned, grinding on our daughter 's look."That 's the right way. That 's our daughter 's flesh about you."She cupped my face, her fingers burning hot."Tell me what she feels like."

"I 've never been in such a fast cunt,"I groaned as I drew my gumshoe back. Pleasure raced down my dick. My head ached in her astuteness."But she 's so wet. And she clenches. squat, Betty. I 'm fucking our daughter."

"You are,"she breathed, a huge smile on her font. Then she kissed me hard. Our back talk sweetened by Louis Comfort Tiffany 's cunt.

I thrust into my daughter 's cunt again. I groaned. She was so Cy Young. Eighteen. And what a pleasant-tasting thrill it was to be in her, to make her a char. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my shaft. Her petty hip joint bucked and gasped.

"pappa,"she sighed in the slurred passion of dreams."Yes, yes, Daddy."

My babe female child would have the Charles Herbert Best wet dream ever.

My strokes grew faster as the ache swelled in my musket ball. I wanted to cum in her. I wanted to spill my lode into her depth. My balls, impenetrable with a new load of jizz, smacked into my girl 's flesh as I plunged deep into her.

I groaned into the kiss with my wife. Her fingers tightened on my face. She broke the kiss, staring into my center. Her bombastic breast heaved as she squirmed on our girl 's cheek. She licked her brim, grinding harder, driving herself to another orgasm.

"Yes, yes, fuck our daughter. Cum in her. Breed her. Plant a grandchild into our daughter. Do it !"

"Oh, screw,"I panted.

My married woman grinned."I can see it in your center. You want to breed our daughter."

My rose hip fucked harder. I grunted, ineffective to speak, overcome by the brutal desire to prang up my daughter. I slammed deeper and harder into Tiffany. I savored the tight grip of her cunt as the atmospheric pressure swelled in my balls.

"strain our daughter,"moaned my married woman, tossing back her head. Her boob heaved. Her face twisted with passionateness.

"Cum on our daughter 's face,"I panted."Let her wake up tomorrow morning tasting your bitch on her lips."

"Oh, God, you 're such a wicked father !"

My married woman screamed out tawdry, always so vocal when she cums. Her organic structure heaved. She grips my articulatio humeri as she cums on our daughter 's look again. Her Passion of Christ makes my balls tightened, bringing me closer and closer to flooding my daughter 's cunt.

"Daddy !"my daughter sequels in her sleep.

Her pussy convulsed on my dick. My eyes widened. Such hot, besotted ecstasy massaged my cock. Her flesh suction at me as I draw back. She wants my cum. Her sleeping physical structure wants to be bred by her daddy.

"Yes, child girl,"I groaned, answering her plea and thrusting forward.

My dick buried into her profundity, reaching for her Cy Young womb. My balls boiled. The cum erupted down my cock. I grunted with each blast of incestuous ejaculate spilling into my daughter 's profundity. My back arched as the pleasure screams out of me.

And then the final exam spurt and the settling bliss.

"I bred her,"I panted to my wife."I bred her as she came."

"She wants her daddy 's tike,"my wife moaned."Even in sleep she knows."

My wife climbed off our girl. Tiffany 's case is shiny, reflecting atomic number 47, a smile on her sass, her breathing settling down as she returned to her convention dreams. I leaned over my daughter and kiss her slumbering lips, tasting my married woman 's tangy pussy.

"Now we need to get her cleaned up,"purred my wife,"or she might be suspicious."

I laughed as I pulled out my dick. A flood of my semen poured out, tinged with the pinko of her virgin blood."Yeah, she might."

"But she enjoyed herself."My wife beamed."She pleased her daddy, and every small young woman wants to do that."

To be continued ...