Parents seduce teenage stepdaughter into a threesome

This story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life.

It was one of those fantastically languid moments. The
intensity of the orgasm left my mind blank, totally
spent. My whole body was weak as I lay on the couch,
afraid that I might just flow off it into a puddle on
the floor. I open my eyes and see my wife’s back,
lightly tanned – and the twin – creamy firm orbs of
her paler buttocks, mechanically, automatically,
rising and falling over my softening cock. Nina is
still milking the last out of her own intensely
powerful orgasm… but I am totally spent.

I hear a noise, and there in the doorway is Sue, our
youngest daughter. Only a girl, yet so grown-up-
looking and womanly-wise. She has been watching us
make love… watching my long, thick cock pound up
inside her mother’s clasping, bouncing cunt until
finally we both achieved the delicious release we were
striving for.

Young Sue stares at us through glazed eyes, her own
voyeuristic arousal patently obvious. The crotch of
her white leotard has bunched between the lips of her
young pussy, and her wetness has stained through, to
sensuously darken the thin strip of fabric pulled
tightly into her slit. She is such a gorgeous-looking
girl, her long, blonde hair cascading down her back,
her long, slender legs muscular and tanned. I feel the
need to say something to my wife, warn her that our
daughter is watching us make love… but I’m so spent
that I cannot speak. Somehow it doesn’t seem wrong to
let her watch. It all seems so… so natural.

My cock softens so that the head drops out of the
grasp of my wife’s tight clinging cunt and thuds
against my stomach. It is oiled with our fluids,
gleaming in the light of the fire that burns next to
us. Nina’s rhythmic motion is so subtle now I can only
discern it from the contractions of her shoulders, I
cannot detect the small rise and fall of her body. She
still straddles me, and beneath the cleft of her
buttocks I can see the stringy droplets resulting from
our friction spilling from her and sticking to the
dewy hair on my upper thighs. Her right hand reaches
behind her, between her parted thighs, and I feel
Nina’s fingers curl around my limp prick. I can feel
her finger-tips adhere to the goo that coats my cock,
and the tightness of the sticky bond when she pulls
her hand away.

Nina lifts herself off me, swinging her leg over my
chest. I can see her thighs gleam from our spill. She
walks over to the chair were the towel lies spread,
our pubic hair scattered and stuck to the threads by
the shaving lubricant we used earlier. From her
silhouette projected on the wall I watch as Nina wipes
herself clean. I look around the shadowy room with the
flicking flames casting a varied depth of light, but
cannot see Sue. Nina leaves, after finding the towel
was soiled, to wash herself. I lie naked on my back
and close my eyes.

I remember our love-making.

I can feel the walls of Nina’s cunt engulf me,
slipping over my erection like a soft suede glove
flexes and grips my fingers. And the way the muscles
of her vagina rippled over the length of cock once it
was fully embedded in her. At that moment I was lost,
clenching and unclenching my scrotum and feeling the
vibrations pulse along my length. My eyes closed, my
cock pulsing. I don’t know where I was, somewhere in
the agony before the ecstasy. Another universe. Then I
feel one of Nina’s fingers joining my cock in her
cunt. Tonight she feels the not infrequent need to
really have her cunt really stretched. It felt good.

Nina’s cunt massaged me, her finger massaged me, the
nail at its end scratching against the underside of my
cock head, its hardness muted by the wetness of Nina’s
secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there, trying
to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose
and dropped hard onto my prick. I knew she was coming.
Her finger pressed against my cock and her palm ground
against her clit with the rhythm of our fucking, and I
came too.

I return to the present. Reliving that orgasm, each
sensation is some catharsis to reenter the real world.
My brain is here. The room is dark, and only red
embers glow from the fire place. The wood is damp and
the room smoky, it reminds me of the wet Appalachian
apple orchards of the harvest times of my youth. Naked
I throw some more logs on the coals and stoke the
fire. The little light from the fireplace emits a
gauzy reflection off the window panes, but I see a
slender figure beyond them on the screen porch. The
flames behind me warm my back and backside, but my
chest feels cold. I can almost feel the damp coldness
wash over from the lake through the close door.

Sue does not turn when I come out to the porch, but
stares at the ice dark lake water, or perhaps the
fast-moving cumulus clouds that are the silver lining
of a starry sky. For the first time I hear the wind
whistling. I feel I must talk to my daughter, say
something to her… explain… anything. I sense that
she is troubled by what she saw, but I don’t know it
is embarrassment, guilt or maybe even jealousy. I put
my hands on her shoulders, in a fatherly gesture. She
does not flinch, she knows I am there. I want to press
my body against her, but she is obviously upset…
there should be space here now. It is hard for both of
us to come to terms with the intimacy she has
witnessed. I suddenly have an uncontrollable urge to
share it with her.

Sue has experienced our parental love for her, but
never actually witnessed our physical love until now.
It’s as if she’s been in our lives, loving us both,
but in a cameo role. I can understand the indignant
flexing of her back, and the way her shoulders melt
into my palms. I ask Sue if she would like to come
back inside, now that the fire is roaring. It is cold
out here.

She turns, and for the first time realizes that I am
still naked. Her eyes seem to sparkle mischievously in
the firelight and I seem to detect a tiny smile lift
the corners of her mouth as my cock brushes
inadvertently against her thigh. I shiver at the
momentary contact, but not because of the cold. Come
on inside, I tell her with a grin, before your poor
old Dad catches pneumonia. I sit her on the couch in
front of the fire and go in search of my wife.

Nina is in the kitchen. I tell her everything, except
the fact that the idea of our daughter watching us
having sex actually turned me on. But Nina is no fool.
She nuzzles my neck and whispers; “You want to fuck
her, don’t you?”

What can I say. I shrug my shoulders noncommittally
and just stare at her stupidly. I could never
successfully lie to Nina.

“It’s okay, leave everything to me,” she whispers,
“Now go keep her company while I get us some drinks.”
I shake my head in disbelief, but do as Nina says. I
always have.

Sue is still on the couch where I left her, fidgeting
uneasily. We sit beside one another, separated by a
palm width of propriety, she in her gleaming leotard
while I am still naked. I watch as the light from the
burning logs flickers over her beautiful face. She has
her mother’s fair looks, serene yet with a tantalizing
hint of devilment about her.

There are freckles on her cheeks that almost glow as
the tongues of flame lick outward in the fireplace. I
can feel my daughter’s flush rise from the warmth of
the blaze before us. I long to savor that young animal
heat rising from her tender flesh with my hands, but
to feel it is inappropriate. We stare at the depth of
the fire, apart, together.

Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a
bottle of wine and three glasses and sets it down on
the table in front of the overstuffed couch catty
corner to the Ottoman where I sit beside Sue. Nina is
wearing a silk wrap around gown that barely reaches to
the top of her thighs and that is translucent in the
roar of the fire. Nina’s light brown hair drops over
this fine material and seems to be organic, pulsing in
the light of the flames.

She tells me to clean myself, and I realize that our
outpourings have gelled on my lower body. I leave, as
instructed and wash my genitals in the sink of our
white tiled bathroom. The warm water from the faucet
flows over my nether parts, the bar of soap cleaning
the evidence our strenuous coupling away with its
bubbling lather. In the bedroom I find a pair of grey
cotton drawstring pants and a black T-shirt and put
them on.

Five minutes have passed when I return to the room.
From the top of the varnished stairs I can see the
fire has ebbed, and that Nina and Sue sit close
together on the couch. Their bodies are white, but the
luminesce of Nina’s gown glares over the whiteness of
Sue’s body suit. Their arms and heads are dull
shadows, Sue’s blonde head a nightlight, Nina’s light
brown hair a texture in the penumbra of her radiance.
I walk down the stairs behind the couch.

For a moment I think that Sue is crying. Her head is
almost buried into the crotch of her mother’s armpit,
and Nina is caressing Sue’s back. My bare feet let me
move silently across the hardwood floor but Nina looks
up as I approach. I catch her glance and its message.

Slowly Nina’s caresses pull the straps of Sue’s
leotard off her shoulders. I place my hands on Sue’s
neck, my fingers dwelling over its nape, tracing over
the shape of the vertebrae. I help push the straps
down my daughter’s upper arms and palm the corner of
each shoulder with each hand, as I held her earlier on
the porch. Again I want to press my body against her
back. Nina nuzzles Sue’s cheek and neck. I watch as
Nina slowly works the top of Sue’s leotard down.

I can see from my vantage point from behind the couch,
the creamy swell of her firm young breasts emerge to
the light. Sue’s nipples are distended, almost like
grub worms, in their erectness. I long to pinch them,
or at least cup her breasts like I do her shoulders,
but instead I watch as Nina’s nose and mouth trace a
line of kisses and pressure to the cleavage between
Sue’s breasts.

For a moment I am entranced. Watching my wife in an
intimate embrace with our daughter is hard to believe,
but the sight is an incredible turn-on. I watch as my
daughter’s young breasts are revealed in all their
glory. She is so young and perfect. I feel drawn to
her, compelled to worship her gorgeous young body as
my wife is doing, so I kneel on the floor. I press my
face under her hair and kiss the space against her
neck that Nina just recently vacated. I can feel Sue’s
breath expelling downwards on to my face, with its
aromas of Shiraz, apple and Nina. I close my eyes and
bury my face behind Sue’s left ear, drowning in the
sea of my daughter’s silky blonde hair.

Blinded, my left hand explores on its own. I sense it
tracing down Sue’s forearm and can see in my mind’s
eye it forays over Sue’s speckled tanned skin.
Instinctively I know that Nina has moved on. As I kiss
Sue’s hair line behind her ear, my hand bridges that
gap between her ulna and ribs and my fingers feel the
crease where her left breast meets her chest. My
fingers reach upwards over the spherical incline until
I feel her knotty nipple between the cleft of my
middle and index finger. I squeeze my digits, clasping
her breast and pinching Sue’s nipple warmly, not
tightly. God, I am feeling up my own daughter! Pure
heaven.

To check on Nina I remove my face from the nest of
Sue’s hair. Nina is almost kneeling on the couch.
Sue’s leotard has been pulled down to below her waist
and rests tightly over her tips. My right hand slips
from Sue’s shoulder to mirror-image my left. It holds
her breast, and I gently pinch my fingers together and
feel the stiff nubbins of my daughter’s nipples
enveloped in the soft web of flesh between my longest
fingers. Emboldened by her moans of arousal, my mouth
finds hers, and we kiss. Sue’s eyes close when our
lips entwine, but I look down and watch as Nina’s
tongue swirls around and into Sue’s navel. A part of
me can’t believe this is happening, as I watch my own
wife pay homage to our teenage daughter with her
mouth.

I can see Nina pulling down the bunched leotard with
her left hand, trying to bring it over Sue’s jutting
pelvis, while her right hand strokes the tops of Sue’s
thighs. Almost imperceptibly Sue’s legs begin to
widen. I kiss her harder, and think I see the damp
spot over the crotch of her leotard expand. The sight
is incredibly arousing.

Nina lifts her head from Sue’s stomach and kneels on
the floor. Swiftly she lifts Sue’s legs over her head
and lays them lengthwise on the couch. This movement
breaks my kiss with Sue, whose head falls onto the
seat of the sofa. I kneel in a vacuum behind the
couch. Nina pulls at the leotard bunched at Sue’s
waist, and I watch as Sue lifts her hips so as to
allow her mother to fully undress her.

I watch as the white clothing is stripped down Sue’s
legs and hoops through the final hurdle of her ankles.
My eyes travel up my daughter’s legs to her naked
crotch. Her cunt-hair is almost non-existent and in
the dull fire-light, the blonde fuzz covering her
plump mound is completely transparent.

My cock leaps to attention at the sight of my little
daughter’s sweet sex, so lewdly exposed. Nina rests
her head on the tops of Sue’s thighs, and I gasp as my
wife’s tongue extends and licks tentatively at the
girl’s naked cunt-slit. Sue’s legs widen, almost
reluctantly, and Nina’s tongue slides over the pebble-
like clitoris and darts between Sue’s outer labia. My
fingers touch Sue’s temples, and trace downwards over
the outline over her cheekbone to her chin.

She turns her face so that her mouth can entrap my
right index finger to the second knuckle and sucks its
length hard. She gazes up at me as she does so, and
the look of pure lust on her pretty little face tells
me that she’d rather be sucking her Daddy’s cock.

I escape Sue’s mouth. My fingers trace over the sharp
outline of her collar bone, and down the ridge between
her breasts. Her skin is soft but somehow my
fingertips can feel the dimple of every pore. My hands
are instinctively drawn to and dance over the
incredibly firm mounds of my daughter’s breasts. I
lean over the back of the couch and grasp a nipple in
my mouth. I let my teeth clench it while my tongue
washes it with my saliva. I pull my face away, still
gripping the erect flesh, almost trying to strip it of
its skin, and then give the same attention to its
twin. My tongue then plies its trade around the
swollen aureoles at the base of each nipple. Sucking
my daughter’s nipples like this has my cock as hard as
a rock. I can feel it trying to escape through the
waistband of my pants.

Suddenly, Sue moans loudly and I feel her whole body
shudder. When I look down, I can see Nina’s reddening
cheeks. Nina’s whole mouth is locked around the
opening of our daughter’s pussy and she is sucking
like she sucked my cock earlier, drawing the blood to
Sue’s tissue surface and sucking Sue’s aroused young
clit.

While I can’t see it I know that as she sucks, Nina’s
tongue is working. I have seen my wife with other
women before and I imagine her stiff, wriggling tongue
probing the tasty recesses of Sue’s hairless young
pussy, darting deeply into our daughter’s tight little
fuckhole, flicking maddeningly at her engorged clit. I
watch Sue’s stomach convulse, knowing what Nina is
doing to our young daughter with her tongue. Knowing
that she is making her own daughter… our daughter…
climax into her mouth.

As Sue relaxes, Nina release her cuntal kiss, and
looks up at me, her lips and chin glistening with our
daughter’s secretions. I stand and step out of my
pants. I walk to the front of the couch after moving
the coffee table to give us some more room. I kneel
next to Nina, who is kissing and licking the area
between Sue’s navel and slit, and kiss Sue. She is
shaking, and it is hard for our lips to press
together, but I feel her hand instinctively run up my
thigh, gently touch my balls, and then ring her thumb
and fingers around the base of my cock. I feel her
fist follow my length, stopping beneath the flared
head, gently squeezing. I can’t believe the feeling. I
have had many women fondle my erect prick before, but
this is my own sweet, sexy little girl… my
daughter… my baby! It feels like I am having my cock
touched for the very first time!

Sue’s digits massage my foreskin, attempting to pull
it over the stretching head of my prick. I can feel
Sue pull me toward her. Nina moves aside to let me at
our daughter and I crawl on the couch. All this time
Sue’s fingers are locked around me, pulling, coaxing,
squeezing. I look down into my daughter’s eyes and see
my own animal lust reflected there. There is no need
for me to ask. She wants this even more than I do! As
I lower myself, Sue guides the head of my cock against
the glistening folds of her young cunt, rubbing the
head once or twice through the slit before popping it
eagerly into the tight ring of her juvenile fuckhole.

Pushing my hips forward, I enter her easily. Like any
father, I am somewhat disappointed. My little girl is
not a virgin, and I silently curse the boy (or man)
who took that ultimate pleasure away from me. However
the feeling of loss lasts but a moment as my cock is
gripped by my daughter’s little-used cunt-muscles. The
walls of her little pussy clasp my prick tightly but
allow me to slide easily into her. This is not like
the snug familiar confines of her mother. My baby’s
pussy is hot, and wet and very, VERY tight!

Slowly, so as not to hurt her tiny hole too much, I
begin to thrust in and out. I enjoy every fold of
Sue’s hot young flesh rippling over my length. Her
upper thighs grip my hips, and then slowly move up my
body, clenching my waist, then the lower reaches of my
ribcage. I keep my thrusting slow, but then withdraw
to swing her legs over my shoulders, enter her again
and feel the backs of her knees clenching my
shoulders. I will not speed up this slow deliberate
rhythm, though I sense my daughter wants me to push
harder and faster.

Nina has lifted Sue’s head and now sits on the couch,
cradling Sue’s head in her crotch. Nina’s robe has
opened, and I can see the erectness of her pink
nipples. I look at Nina’s face as she watches me fuck
our daughter. She is extremely excited and whispers
encouragement as I begin to plow Sue’s hot, slippery
little slit with more and more force.

“Fuck her!” snarls Nina. “Fuck her horny little cunt!”
My wife’s words are incredibly exciting. And I stare
into her wild, lust-filled eyes as I fuck our gorgeous
willing daughter.

In a motherly gesture, Nina wipes the sweat from Sue’s
brow and her body jerks slightly with each thrust of
my cock into Sue. I can almost taste the smell
emanating from my daughter’s pussy as I fuck her, the
moaning little girl seems to emanate sex from every
pore of her body, but I’m locked in my stare with
Nina. I am about to cum in Sue’s tight, sucking cunt
but Nina whispers; No, not yet, and shakes her head.
Reluctantly I withdraw my cock from Sue, and stare
down into her wide young disappointed eyes
apologetically.

Nina instructs me to lie down and helps our daughter
to climb on top of me. I lean back against the arm of
the couch and watch as my wife maneuvers our daughter
over my cock. Sue squats on my glistening cock, I can
feel her middle finger against the underside of my
shaft as she directs its length into her tiny cunt
once more. The soft folds of her adolescent pussy-lips
engulf my cockhead as Sue lowers herself onto me. The
finger pressing against my prick enters with me and
Sue cups my balls with the palm of her hand. Sue lifts
and drops in a slow rhythm that matches the slothful
pace I took fucking her mother earlier.

Sue’s eyes are closed, her cute little mouth open and
panting. I feel her pubic bone crush against my own as
she grinds her slender young hips over my pumping
pelvis. I can feel her adolescent cunt-walls gripping
and ungripping me powerfully, much more tightly than
her mother, yet at the same time very familiar. Her
tiny breasts are crushed against my chest, sweaty from
our exertions. Sue’s elongated nipples rubbed against
my own. I close my own eyes and start to fuck my cock
up into her belly strongly. Just knowing that it is my
own, sweet, sexy little daughter who is bouncing her
cunt down onto my raging prick is enough to make me
come on the spot, but I try to hold back, wanting to
make our first incestuous fuck truly memorable.

Nina’s hands intervene. She is behind our daughter,
and cups Sue breasts. At first I thought it was to aid
our sensuality, but Nina tries to pull Sue’s back down
to the couch. Sue does this, pulling my cock down to
an obtuse angle that makes it hard to fuck her. In a
frenzy of lust, Nina tries to aim her shaven crotch
onto our daughter face, but I can see this makes Sue
uncomfortable. I take Nina’s hand as I slide down the
couch so that I now lie flat on my back, away from
resting on the sofa’s armrest. Sue grabs my cock and
straddles me again, reinserting my long, sticky shaft
back into her tight young cunt where it belongs. Soon
she begins to rise and fall over the length of my cock
once more, throwing her head back and moaning with
pleasure at the deep penetration. Her slippery cunt
almost loses grip at the apex of her rhythm, but the
strong downward force of her body holds me in place. I
am surprised at her technique, and instinctively
wonder how many other cocks she has fucked like this.
It can’t be many because she’s only a teenager and
she’s as tight as a virgin. Yet still, I know that
there have been others… and I envy each and every
one of them with a father’s natural jealousy.

Sue has quickened her pace, bouncing up and down on me
now, like she saw her mother doing in this very spot,
less than an hour ago. Nina sits on the arm of the
couch and slowly lower her hips. I reach out to touch
her with my tongue. I can see her dew condensing on
the inner opening between her puffy red cuntlips. My
wife is very aroused, so I see, from the swelling and
darkening of her labia. She lowers her crotch on my
face, so that my nose pushes against the tight orchid
of her anus and my mouth and tongue dwell over her
cunt. I work my lips and tongue on her, tasting every
drop that emanates from her tantalizingly wet hole.

I can’t believe it. Here I am lying on my living-room
sofa, with my daughter’s tight cunt impaled on my cock
and my wife’s gooey cunt sliding around on my face…
Jesus, I’m fucking them both! Sue is working my cock,
ever faster. I feel her cup my balls and squeeze them,
while her other hand holds the base of shaft with two
fingers and a thumb and rubs it in a beat totally
different from the hips that pound around me. I feel
like I have two cocks, fucking or be fucked at
different paces. And they are both about to come.

Nina leans forward and kisses Sue. One of Nina’s hands
caresses the point of union between me and our
daughter as I fuck her, her fingers forming a ring
above Sue’s and matching Sue’s crazy hand jive;
another finger strokes Sue’s clitoris in that same
rhythm. Nina’s other hand floats over Sue’s tiny
breasts squeezing and massaging them. Soon I feel one
of Sue’s hands passing through the shaven crotch above
my face, and my tongue laps the index finger that
finds its way into my mouth. I can feel Sue’s
pubescent lust mount as she pounds me urgently.

Nina starts to rub her cunt across my face. My left
hand joins Nina’s rubbing the outer reaches of our
daughter’s hairless cock-filled little crotch. Nina is
gushing into my mouth. I think my pelvis will shatter
from Sue’s pounding. I feel my prick being sucked by
my daughter’s powerful orgasm, and as it is released
momentarily my welling come gushes into her, filling
her heaving, little womb with my sperm, the same sperm
that had gushed into her mother all those years ago to
give her life.

Sue rises again her cunt gripping, almost sucking, and
thrusts down again as another spurt escapes me. Nina
is literally grinding into my face. Then, with a loud
scream, my wife comes too, filling my mouth with her
juices as I fuck the last few spurts of fatherly jism
into our writhing, squealing and very satisfied young
daughter.

Later, as we lay entangled in front of the fire in the
after-glow of our first familial fuck, we made a
decision… a family pact if you like… no secrecy,
no locked doors, no false modesty, and above all,
where sex was concerned… no holds barred!

Sue is 20 now and married to a very nice young guy
named Dave. Luckily Dave comes from an equally broad-
minded family. Otherwise he would have stormed out of
the house on Sue’s wedding day when he found Nina and
I giving Sue a little `bon voyage’ fuck right there on
the very couch where it all started, seven wonderful
years ago. Instead, Dave just grinned, took off his
clothes and shoved his huge cock into my more-than-
willing wife. As Dave fucked Nina to orgasm after
orgasm, on the floor, I did for same for my beautiful,
newly-wed daughter. Kissing the bride was never so
much fun!

Sue and Dave are regular visitors here now and the
same `family pact’ we agreed on all those years ago
still applies. Sometimes Dave brings some of his
equally broad-minded family with him… All I can say
is that Christmas reunions at our house these days are
a real BALL!