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It was so hot being fucked by my husband while feasting on my daughter. Her pussy ground on my face. I shuddered at the delight of her grinding her twat on me. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned at the heat that surged through my flesh. That wonderful passion that built and built in my cunt as Dean buried into me.
My pussy clung to him while my tongue searched for more of his seed in our daughter's snatch. Dusk had run dry. Of cum. There was still plenty of her tart juices to enjoy. And I did. I enjoyed my daughter's cream.
Her pussy tasted amazing. I could just eat her all night while Dean fucked my cunt.
"Mom! Mom!" my daughter moaned, her pussy grinding on my hungry mouth. "Ooh, you're going to make me explode."
I seized her pink nipples and twisted them.
"Good!" Dean groaned. "Cum on your mother's depraved mouth. You know she wants to wear your cheer outfit and fuck me."
"Oh, that is depraved!" gasped Dusk. Her body shuddered on me. "Oh, that's so hot, Mommy! I love it!"
"Yes!" I groaned, savoring the feel of Dean plowing his cock into my pussy, building me towards my own climax.
Dusk arched her back. She let out a long, low moan. Her body bucked. Then her tart cream gushed out of her. That wonderful moment of my daughter's orgasm happened. I made her cum. I delivered to my flesh and blood so much rapture.
I feasted on the tart cream that gushed out of her. She took after me in so many ways. Her breast jiggled. I twisted her nipples. Her strawberry-blonde hair danced about her face. Her moans echoed through the room.
"Daddy! Daddy! Mom made me cum!"
"Great!" Dean groaned, driving that dick deep and hard into me. "I bet she's licking up all your cream."
"All of it, Daddy!" she moaned.
My tongue fluttered up and down my daughter's pussy lips, doing just that. She tasted so amazing. I loved the thrill of her shuddering atop me. I savored every bit of licking and lapping and gathering up all her juices.
She ground that hot flesh on me. She trembled a final time, and then she gasped and sank her weight on my mouth, pressing her furred muff on my lips. She panted, her breasts rising and falling in my fondling grasp.
"Oh, that was great, Mom!" she moaned. Then she twisted her body, her right leg lifting. She sank down beside me on the bed. "Fuck her hard, Daddy!"
"I'm doing that!" Dean groaned, leaning over me and plowing into me.
"Ooh, your small titties are so cute, Mom!" My daughter grabbed my left nipple and twisted it. "But you got fat nubs."
"They grew when I had had you and your sister," I gasped, my pussy clenching around my husband's cock. "Oh, Dean! Oh, god, Dean!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" he panted, driving his cock hard and deep into me. "Don't hold back. Cum!"
"Getting there!" I smiled up at him, my lips sticky with our daughter's cunt. "Oh, god, Dean, she's playing with my nipple. She's making my pussy feel amazing!"
"I can tell." Dean grinned at me as he plowed into me.
"Ooh, is Mom's twat making your dick feel amazing?" Dusk asked. She tweaked my nipple. "Are you going to cum in her!"
"So hard!"
"Yes!" I moaned.
My orgasm came closer and closer. Every hard thrust of his cock into me brought me nearer to that brink. To that wonderful moment when I spasmed and gasped and shuddered in ecstasy. I groaned, my pussy clenching around him. His cock buried hard and fast into me. He plundered me. Filled me to the brim with his amazing cock.
My clit throbbed, massaged by his thick bush and pubic bone at the end of his every thrust. My cunt clenched around him as he drew back. The friction was incredible. I stared up into his dark eyes. He had his glasses off, looking so sexy as he plowed hard into me.
I exploded.
"Dean!"
My pussy went wild around his cock. My hot flesh massaged him. He thrust hard into me. Fast. He buried his cock to the hilt in me with every stroke. I groaned and gasped out in delight. My snatch rippled around his dick, sucking at him.
"Is Mom cumming on your dick?" Dusk moaned.
"Yes, she is!" he groaned.
"Then cum in her, Daddy!" my daughter squealed, twisting my nipple.
"Fuck, yes!" Dean growled and erupted into me.
He flooded my spasming pussy. My snatch rippled and writhed about his cock. The pleasure surged through me as his hot cum filled me. I loved it. My husband's seed splashed into the depths of my snatch. My pussy writhed and rippled and spasmed around his cock, loving his big dick unloading blast after blast of his cum in me.
All that wonderful spunk flooded my twat. I trembled beneath him, groaning in delight. My body squirmed. My pussy writhed. The pleasure felt amazing. Stars danced before my eyes as my husband unloaded all that spunk into me.
Then my orgasm peaked. He groaned and panted, rolling off of me. He lay beside me, his chest heaving. My breast jiggled. My pleasure died down to that wonderful, buzzing bliss. Dusk played with my nipple, smiling at me.
"That was so hot!" my daughter squealed.
"Yes, it was," I panted.
Dusk cuddled against me. She rubbed her face on mine, her cheek stained with my pussy juices. Mine with hers. We traded sticky, hot kisses. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I groaned, her round breasts rubbing into my side while my cunt dribbled with my husband's cum. It felt so wonderful to have him leaking out of me.
That was something I savored on a normal night, the union of our bodies and passions. But with Dusk, the product of one of those unions, savoring it with me, it was even sexier. I couldn't get enough of the taste of her. The feel of her.
The thrill of having sex with my daughter.
The sounds of keys tapping away interrupted me.
"Honey," I groaned, breaking the kiss with Dusk. "You can't be typing now. I know you had a brilliant idea, but your dau—"
"Just let me jot this down," he said. "I don't want to forget it."
He hit enter.
I yawned. I was suddenly so tired. Dusk made a murmuring sound. My daughter snuggled her head into the nape of my neck. Her arms were around me. As I found myself drifting off into sleep, I found myself sparking with a memory of a baby Dusk lying between my husband and me in bed, a little infant sleeping peacefully.
Now she was back in our bed and that was just beautiful.
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Dean Michaels
My wife and daughter fell under the sleep protocol. I needed some time to think and figure out how to get June in on the fun. My wife clearly wanted to be involved in June's deflowering. That admission that Kimmie had this fantasy that she reveled in when she put on her schoolgirl outfits had me floored.
No wonder she always was amused when she teased me about being turned on by our daughters. What had used to terrify me, that she would realize I actually was turned on, became something new in my mind.
If I had admitted it, what would have happened? No idea. Too late now.
I rose from the bed. June slept downstairs, under the influence of the machine. I wanted to watch her and find some inspiration on how to orchestrate her deflowering. This would be a long night. Church tomorrow would be seen through bleary eyes.
Naked, I left the room and went downstairs. My Junebug lay on the couch, her legs tucked into her belly, her brown hair, gathered in pigtails, spilling over her cheek. She had her pink lips open as she softly breathed.
My dick twitched as I stared at those open lips. The first idea burst into my mind.
"I am going to hell," I groaned as I began typing.
To be continued...
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