Stacey! What have I told you!" Lana cried out in a loud, exasperated voice.
Stacey got up from her clothes-strewn bed, walked amongst the randomly discarded undies and shoes on the floor and stood close to her Mum. Very close. Right in her face.
"I dunno, Mum. What have you told me?"
Lana, not taking a backwards step, replied vehemently, "Tidy your room. For Christ's sake! You've just turned eighteen years old! You're not a child anymore. Time to get your act together, young girl and start behaving like an adult."
The raised voices brought Ian, the man of the house, Lana's husband and Stacey's dad, to see what the problem was this time. It seemed that he was always playing the peacemaker these days.
Ian didn't like conflict. He always tried to calm the somewhat fractious relationship that had recently developed between mother and daughter. Just in the last month things had really escalated. He was at a loss to understand the cause of the sudden change in antagonism. Stacey was normally so easy going, fun, reliable and neat but lately, something had put all of that good behaviour into the past. Was it related to her birthday a few days ago? Now that she was suddenly an "adult", was she suddenly resenting still being tied to the apron strings of her Mummy and Daddy? Was it her hormones? Ian didn't know much about those things, but he knew enough to know that women were on a whole other level of complexity when it came to hormones and all that stuff. He didn't think it was puberty. Stacey was eighteen, but she still looked a lot younger. He thought Stacey had been menstruating for a few years, but he wasn't one hundred per cent sure. Her tits, admittedly still small, had come on nicely in the last few years for a girl with such a petite body. He bet her driver's licence was getting a workout now that she could legally go out to pubs with her girl-friends. But that stuff couldn't be the cause of the sudden behaviour change.
"What's going on here?" Ian said in what he hoped was a calming voice.
"The usual," Lana replied forcefully. "This little piggy is refusing to clean her sty and I've had enough."
"Are you calling me a pig?" Stacey rejoined.
She was really spoiling for a fight, Ian thought. To avoid one, Ian cut in before Lana could reply, hoping that cutting her off at the pass could defuse the mushrooming tension, "Look, Stacey, your room is a bit of a mess. It's really unacceptable. Please do as your Mother asks and clean it up. Do it now, OK? It will only take fifteen minutes."
"Or what?" Stacey replied petulantly. It was unlike Stacey to bite back at her Dad and it took Ian aback.
"Or I'll give your tail a thrashing," her Mother jumped back in. "You might be eighteen now, but you're still small enough to go over my knee," Lana threatened.
"You wouldn't do that."
"Oh, yes I would. I'm sick of your behaviour lately, Miss. If you want to act like a child, I will treat you like one."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Don't tempt me. But I'm warning you, you're damn well going the right way, if you want a good spanking, young lady."
"Look you two, why don't you just take a few deep breaths and sort this out calmly and rationally," Ian interjected reasonably. "The neighbours must love hearing you two argue all the time. You both should just calm down."
"Don't you tell me to calm down!" Lana snapped back. "This is between me and her. I don't remember asking for your advice, Mister. Your policy of appeasement isn't working."
Ian was stung by his wife's rebuke.
"Yeah, Dad," Stacey joined in, "butt-out. Go and watch some porn on the interweb or something."
"Don't you talk to me like that, Stacey."
Involuntarily, Ian could feel his own anger rising. All he had been trying to do was to bring peace, but the warring factions were both turning on him. It just wasn't cricket.
"Well, Ian, if you weren't here, she wouldn't be able to speak to you," his wife informed him. "Go away. We can sort this out ourselves."
Ian was getting hotter and hotter under the collar of his pink polo shirt. He glared at them both.
"You still here?" Stacey said to him sarcastically.
The brat! Ian could feel his fists clenching as, uncharacteristically, his upset state of mind was edging over the tipping point.
"Forget about him, Stacey," Lana said rudely, "and listen to me. You, young lady, are going to start tidying-up right now by picking up those undies." Lana's order boomed in a loud voice.
"Kiss my arse," Stacey, caustically retorted to her mother. As she said it, she spun half around, bent over and presented her cute tushie towards her furious Mother. Ian noticed Stacey was wearing tight, high cut denim shorts.
"Why you little trollop! You should be kissing my arse," Lana hissed backed at her.
"Enough!" Ian thundered. "This is becoming childish. I've had it up to here with the both of you. "
Startled at the sudden, noisy outburst, both women ceased arguing and turned towards him. He stood there, slightly trembling with anger and quite unused to their suddenly passive, undivided attention.
"This argument is OVER! Instead you can both kiss each other's arse. Maybe that will drive some sense into the two of you and put an end to this constant bickering. I tell you both that I'm utterly sick and tired of it."
"Oh, don't be stupid," Lana said and made to move away.
"Where are you going? I didn't say you could leave. Get back here and kneel on Stacey's bed, this minute. Now!"
"Better do what he says, Mum. Dad looks pretty mad. He might pop a vein. I've never seen him like this before," Stacey seemed to have instantly reverted to being her Mother's bestie.
Lana looked at them both, then slowly, uncertainly, went to Stacey's bed and climbed on to it like a slinky cat. She remained on all fours her arse facing both husband and daughter.
Stacey stared at her Mum's wide arse.
"Well. what are you looking at, Stacey?" her father asked. "Go over and kiss your mother's arse. After everything she's done for you over the years, it's the least she deserves."
"For real?"
"For real. Do it."
"Ah, it's not very hygienic, Dad," Stacey protested weakly.
"I don't care," Ian replied, determined to end this female bickering once and for all. "You wanted your arse kissed. Well, you can get the ball rolling by kissing your Mother's."
"I didn't mean it literally," she confessed, pleading.
"Didn't you? Too late for that now. I've have enough of you answering back and speaking rudely to your Mum," Ian replied. "She doesn't deserve it. It's causing too much disharmony. Time for you both to create a bit of harmony."
Stacey sensed her Dad's determination and moved uncertainly over towards the bed. She stumbled on some of the clutter that lay strewn about on the floor. She looked back at her Dad, who nodded sternly for her to get on with it. She bent down and briefly kissed the raised bum cheeks of her mother. Peck. Peck. One for each side.
"That's not kissing your mother's arse, Stacey. That's kissing her dress. Lift her dress up and kiss her arse... and kiss it properly. Not those little old grandma pecks. Do it. Now."
Feeling intimidated, Stacey gingerly lifted the hem of her mother's dress, raised it over her Mum's bum and let it rest halfway up her Mum's back. Lana's shapely bottom was visible, albeit wrapped in its sheaf of white cotton panties. Lana was in good shape. Ian admired how the panties followed the convex contours of his wife's bum and curved concave inward over the crack between her arse cheeks.
Stacey kissed her Mum's cheeks again.
"For god's sake, Stacey, kiss her arse properly and not her panties. Take your Mum's knickers off her."
"That's enough, Ian," Lana suggested. "This is going too far."
"I'll say when it's enough."
Ian noticed that there was a small wet patch on the gusset of his wife's underwear. Stacey reluctantly put her fingers into the waistband of her mother's white panties and eased them over her hips and the mounds of her arsecheeks. She slid them down her mother's thighs and with some help from her mother, slid the knickers under her mum's knees and finally, slipped them off her feet.
Lana remained on all-fours and her firm bum was now exposed to her husband and daughter. Her butt was wide, but she was toned and good looking from either end. Her arsecrack was spread apart and her arsehole was clearly visible. The puffy outer lips of her motherly cunt squeezed between the notch in the top of her thighs in a very attractive way. It was hairy, but neatly trimmed which made it sexy in a womanly way. It had been a long time since Ian had seen his wife from this angle. He realised again how much he loved Stacey's Mum.
"Now, Stacey, kiss your mother's arse. She's done so much for you over the years since you were born. Now it's your turn to do something nice for her."
Slowly, Stacey lowered her face to her mother's naked bottom. She puckered her lips into a cat's bum and kissed the skin of her mother's naked butt. She knew she had to kiss it properly or her Dad would get up her about it. So she kissed each cheek with some passion. This felt uncomfortable. Stacey wanted this discomfort to end.
"Who told you to stop? Keep going."
Stacey returned her lips to her mother's arse. She kissed it a few more times on each cheek. This time, it seemed less gross than before. It was just her Mum's skin, after all and she had kissed her Mum millions of times before, though never "down there". And, she noticed, her Mum did have a cute butt.
"Good. Kiss her butt all over, Stacey. Lick your mother's arsecrack."
"Ian!" Lana protested.
"Enough from you for the moment, Lana. Do it, Stacey."
Stacey's pink tongue emerged from her full lips and tentatively began to lightly play in her mother's arsecrack. She licked high, nearest her mother's back.
"Go lower," Ian instructed.
Stacey's tongue slowly descended in the smooth groove of her mother's arse.
"That's it, lower."
Stacey began to detect powerful scents as she neared her mother's arsehole and damp, leaking cunt. Earthy, musky, erotic scents. This, Stacey decided, wasn't gross at all, it was seductive and tempting.
"Now lick your mother's arsehole, Stacey."
"Please, Ian, don't make her do that!"
"I've had enough of the endless fighting between you two. Stacey will kiss your arse and you will kiss hers. It's time to make love, not war."
Stacey moved hesitantly into position. She gazed at the hypnotic whorl of her mother's arsehole dotted above the seductive cunt-line that was clearly visible through her mothers trimmed pelt. She closed her eyes tight, then let her tongue play lightly on the asterisk, barely touching it. Her mother gasped and sighed with the even the faintest brush of her young daughter's tongue. The reaction of her Mum excited Stacey. Quickly, the sensuality of what was happening began to take hold of both women. The fragant scent of her mother's fuck-holes was soon intoxicating her daughter. Stacey began to think licking her Mother's arse wasn't gross in any way; actually, it was all pretty natural and erotic.
As Stacey acclimatised to licking her Mum's arsehole, she relaxed and began to go at it more confidently. She flattened her tongue and let it slide sloppily all around the pulsing sphincter. Then she formed her tongue into a point and poked it inside the little ring that was winking before her. She felt her Mum's anal muscle grip hold of her inquisitive tongue in the most loving way. Lana groaned loudly with each probing anal tongue-fuck.
"Oh, Mum," Stacey sighed, when she paused to catch her breath, "your arse is so hot!"
"Oh, thank you, baby girl!" Lana sang, "Your tongue is so good! I love the way you eat Mummy's dirty shithole. Ian, isn't Stacey wonderful? Aren't you proud of her?"
Ian looked at his young daughter, bent over, her lips and tongue avidly exploring her mum's anal orifice.
"Yes," he replied, "she does seem to be doing OK. I'm always proud of her. Oh, my, yes, that is good, Stacey. Tongue-fuck your lovely Mummy's arsehole."
Ian couldn't help but be impressed by Stacey's eagerness, her skill and attention to detail. She was a sexual revelation. He felt pride that his plan was working so well and the two key females in his life finally seemed to be burying the hatchet and enjoying each other's company for a change. It made a welcome contrast to the constant sniping of the past month which had driven him over the edge. He did feel pride and as he watched his daughter work her mum's hole, he also felt his cock stiffening. Without a doubt, it was very erotic. Stacey was still wearing her denim shorts. He gently placed his left hand on Stacey's bent-over arse. He paused cautiously, braced for a possible negative response from his daughter, but none came.
Emboldened, he let his hand roam around the rounded surface of her warm soft en-denimed young buttock. He first felt the outer side of his daughter's bum, how it curved sensuously down towards her hip and thigh and then how it folded inward towards the great divide of her arsecrack and her own little arsehole, nestled deep in the steamy valley between her bum cheeks. He hadn't groped Stacey's bottom like this for years, not since they used to horseplay together in the pool or he would wash her in the bath. Of course, all that had stopped around the time that she hit puberty, when Stacey was around thirteen years old. Ian was really enjoying feeling his daughter's bum; fond memories and ancient, natural desires were stirring; his dad-cock kept swelling. Stacey was still focused on slathering her tongue all over Lana's shithole; Ian noticed that Stacey, unbidden, had also begun to eat her Mummy's cunt, as well. He was surprised that it was so exciting to see his daughter and wife being so slutty together.
Ian was still in his jeans. He lightly pressed his hips against Stacey's denimed arse. He let his stiff cock rub in his daughter's arse crack. There was no protestation. Stacey either wasn't aware of it or didn't mind. Lana was too wrapped-up in her own pleasure to notice. Somehow, what he was doing to his daughter felt forbidden to him. It felt a bit sinful. It felt like he was crossing a line that maybe shouldn't be crossed, like he was breaking a taboo, giving-in to some shameful desire. But at the same time, it also felt totally natural and loving and if he was honest, it felt absolutely fucking good.
Ian was certain he could sense Stacey begin pushing back, grinding her arse into his rigid, vertical daddy dick. It had been a while since Ian had seriously thought about fucking his daughter, but perhaps unsurprisingly, the idea began to re-form quite vividly in his mind. With difficulty, he kept his self-control and focused instead on ending the nightmare of constant fighting that had suddenly sprung up between the two main women of his life. That objective was still his priority.
He decided that it was probably Stacey's turn to get a dose of loving medicine. To move things along, he reached under his daughter's body and found the button of her denim shorts. Nervously, he fumbled around a little until he managed to unzip and unbutton them. There was no objection from Stacey or from Lana now; both were lost in their mutual lesbic lust, borne out of the deep underlying love they felt towards each other.
Ian let his hand feel the skin under the back of his daughter's shorts and felt the foothills of her arse cheeks, which were completely uncovered by the skimpy g-string undies that she wore. Now with greater urgency he worked the tightly fitting denim shorts delicately over her hips, one side at a time until they slipped easily and seductively down his daughter's tanned, lithe thighs.
Stacey automatically lifted her knees, first one, then the other, so Ian could remove the denim shorts completely. He couldn't believe that she was really aware of what was happening to her. He didn't care: his daughter's arse was before him. The cheeks were tanned, slim but firm and because Stacey was bending over, the groove between them was exposed. Behind the slender thread of her g-string, Ian could make out the precious crater of his daughter's arsehole. Below Stacey's partially hidden sphincter, nestled in the neat notch at the top of his daughter's thighs and covered by a thin veil of g-string panty fabric, was the bulge of his young daughter's eighteen year old cunt. A perfect camel-toe was visible; as was a large wet patch which indicated copious leakage from his daughter's aroused little cunt. Like a dirty fucking little slut, Stacey was undeniably enjoying licking-out her Mum's arsehole.
Without much ado, Ian slipped the flimsy g-string down so that his daughter's fuck-holes were visible to him in all their glory; it was the the first time in years that he'd seen them up close. In between times, he'd only managed furtive peeps of her private parts on rare occasions. He was struck speechless by being in the presence of such beauty and perfection. The lips of his daughter's cunt were pressed together into a perfect clam shell and glistened wet with leaking cuntjuice in the light. Her arsehole puckered with anticipation, like it was offering him little kisses. Ian's cock hardened more than it ever had before.
"Fucking hell," he admitted to himself. "What a hot little fuck Stacey is! I'd love to get my cock up both of those holes!"
He wanted to fuck his daughter then and there, but through sheer will-power he stuck to his plan.
"Now," he commanded, "change places."
Obediently, mother and daughter exchanged position. Lana stepped from Stacey's bed and standing, removed her dress, so that she was now naked before husband and daughter. Her well-loved, well-chewed breasts hung heavily, but attractively and Ian noted the nipples sitting proud and hard at the centre of the broad dark crinkly areolae. His wife was still very desirable. Lana went to Ian's side and hugged him. He was a lucky man.
Stacey slid quickly into position on the bed. Her arsehole and cunt were beautifully displayed towards her parents. Her young cunt dripped wetly with desire. What an eager beaver, Ian thought.
"Lana," Ian insisted, "your turn. Kiss you daughter's arse."
There were no arguments anymore, just eager compliance. Lana's hands gripped her daughter's hips as she lowered her face, tongue flicking, into her daughter's arse crack. Hungrily she attacked her daughter's arsehole with her tongue. Stacey looked slightly startled at first, then groaned a long, drawn out,"Ohhhh," as she delivered herself to the raw sensuality of her mother's tongue-fucking of her young arse. Lana's tongue and lips expertly ranged from Stacey's clit along the full length of her daughter's exposed buttcrack. Lana spread Stacey's cheeks as wide as she could and forced her tongue deeply inside her daughter's dilating arsehole. Stacey cried out in pleasure as Lana slipped a finger into her daughter's hungry cunt.
Ian's cock was almost bursting, but it remained constrained in his pants. He had to do something. He couldn't resist leaning in and groping his daughter's small tits under her tank top. In fact he soon had forced the flimsy tank top over Stacey's head somehow, so that his daughter too, was now naked, just like her loving, arselicking mother.
Ian's cock felt almost painful. He was barely controlling himself. "Better call this to an end before I do something that Stacey might regret...," he thought to himself.
"OK," he said as gently as he could, "that's enough, I think. This is hopefully the end of all the discord between you two, now that you realise how much you actually love each other."
Mother and daughter paused their lesbic triste. Stacey got up from the bed and they stood naked together, side by side and looked towards the husband-father. Ian thought they looked so beautiful. Lana with her trimmed, dark pelt and larger shapely tits; Stacey, younger, tanned, with her bald, untouched cunt and her almost flat, tiny pointy tits. Mother and daughter stood arm in arm, whispering and exchanging meaningful looks. They kissed each other tenderly and deeply, tits together and giggled in a cute girlish way. Ian had almost cum simply watching them.
After a while, Lana spoke, "Ian, I think Stacey and I agree that your unconventional therapy has definitely changed how things stand between us for the better. We needed something to wake us up. I don't think we will be fighting anymore. We've made an agreement now to make love, not war, as you suggested. But we're a family and we both agree that you need to be included in the agreement."
"Yeah, Dad," Stacey said, supporting her mother, "you've brought Mum and me back together, it's only fair you're included, too. I really want to include you, Dad."
Stacey's eyes were big and moist with loving tears. Ian felt his heart and cock contract with love for both these amazing femmes. Spontaneously, the family hugged each other, husband, wife and daughter.
"Stacey," Lana said finally, "go and lay on the bed will you, like a good little girl. Let's include your Dad right now."
"Yes, Mum," she replied happily.
"Sit on the edge, lay back and spread your legs wide, Stacey," Lana directed. "Your Dad likes that view. Let's make his inclusion special for him!"
Ian watched as his naked daughter went to her bed, sat, laid on her back and spread her legs. At the centre of her open legs, just where they met, the pads of her muscular butt cheeks pressed together into a perfect vertical line, dark and deep. About halfway up the depth of her young body, the arse line stopped and the thicker folds of his daughter's outer labia seductively curved and surrounded the crinkling ridge of Stacey's inner labia. Ian could see the knot of skin at the top, within which his daughter's young clitoris lay hidden and the slender outline made by the inner lips of her mostly-closed cunthole. Stacey's cunt glistened wetly with the moisture of desire and anticipation. Ian thought of how beautiful his daughter was, how young she was, how virginal. Her bald eighteen year old cunt was young and beautiful, and it lay invitingly in front of him. She was perfect.
Lana gasped and cooed at her daughter's display of her young feminine charms, "Ian, isn't our daughter beautiful?"
Ian stood transfixed looking at his daughter spread naked and open before him.
"Yes," he replied simply, "she is. She reminds me of you, Lana."
Lana reached from behind Ian and unzipped his jeans. She undid his belt and the button in the waistband. Stacey watched intently as her mother eased the jeans down her father's legs. The outline of the rigid rod of his cock was visible under his underwear. Lana slipped her hand under the elastic waist band and rummaged inside her husband's underwear and giggled excitedly in anticipation. She held his hot, thick hardness. Lana realised the intensity of the love and natural desire Ian felt for his daughter.
Stacey stared at her mother's hands tantalisingly manipulating her Dad's cock inside his undies. As the excitement of anticipation built in her, she slipped her right hand down and began to rub her clit in little circles through its fleshy hood. Ian licked his lips. Lana slipped her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her husband's undies down. Ian's hard, thick, shaved cock bounced fully into view. The cut head was trailing a snail-trail of pre-cum from its vertical piss slit. Stacey gasped at the size of her Dad's cock and its thrusting masculine beauty. Fancy her Dad having a big thick cock like that!
"Oh, God, Dad," she cooed.
Lana moved around and began to lick and suck her husband's cock and balls in front of her naked daughter. It was so sexual and sensual, it jolted Ian out of his trance-like state. Stacey, turned-on by her erotic, sexualised parents, brought her other hand to her pussy and began to finger her hole as she rubbed her clit. The excitement of desire was already building to the highest possible level within Stacey's cunt. Stacey's cunt was burning with the need to be cock-filled, to be fucked, to be fucked by her Dad. She used her hands to pull her pussy open and show her parents her young, gaping, dripping pink tunnel of her cunthole.
"Daddy...," she said simply.
Ian let his hand reach out and rest on the bald mound of his daughter's vulva for the first time in years. He felt her heat, the gentle curve of pubis above the soft labial folds and the wetness of his duaghter's oozing lovehole. Lana sucked a ball into her mouth. Stacey's eyes rolled back, giddy with want.
The middle finger of his right hand found the line of his daughter's deep labial fold and followed down, then up its length. Stacey shuddered as his finger glided over the aroused but hidden bud of her clitoris.
Seemingly of its own accord Ian's finger slipped easily into the wet cunthole of his daughter.
"Yesss," Stacey sighed.
Ian watched as the labia of his daughter wetly separated and accepted his fingering. He saw the lips of her cunt mould tightly around the shaft of his invading finger. Inside, Stacey felt so hot, wet and tight. He could feel his daughter pushing her hips up, tensing her muscles to grip his finger so that she could experience every sensation of her Dad finger-fucking her for the first time. His long finger slipped so easily in, and in so deep, all the way, as far as he could ram it up her, up to the knuckle.
Stacey shuddered with every deep finger thrust into her body. Ian watched her reaction and felt so proud of his wonderful daughter. He fed his dick into Lana's mouth and was thrilled to be united in such an intimate way with his two favourite women.
Ian slipped his index finger inside his daughter's cunt and with a little careful manoeuvring was soon finger-fucking his daughter's young tight cunt with two fingers. With relief he thought that now, she would probably be able to take his thick cock, though it would still be tight in there. Luckily, Stacey was dripping wet; that would help, too.
He leaned over and suckled on his daughter's nipples. Her hands cradled his head and ran through his hair. She pulled his face towards her and they kissed, not as a typical father and daughter, but with their tongues as adults and lovers for the first time. All the while, Ian continued to finger-fuck his daughter up the cunt with an ever quickening tempo.
Ian's cock slipped from his wife's mouth and he took it as a cue to remove his fingers from his daughter's cunt. He felt Stacey's vagina grip around them as they reluctantly withdrew. Lana took the slimy fingers into her mouth and tasted her daughter's cunt-juice as she sucked and licked them clean.
Father and mother looked down at their daughter, laying naked and legs-spread before them. The mouth of Stacey's cunt was slack and open after the ravaging violation it had received from her father's fingers.
Lana lowered her face to the love-mound of her daughter and began to lightly kiss her cunt. Soon she began to lightly suck at Stacey's clitoris. Stacey's hands held her mother's head.
"Fuck yes," she sighed, eyes closed.
Lana withdrew and with a hand on her husband's shoulder encouraged him to taste the cunt of his daughter. Eagerly, he buried his face into the folds of Stacey's cunt. The smell! The scent of young female sex was intoxicating. His daughter was so turned-on with want. He felt the soft, wet labia of her cunt on his face as his tongue ploughed along his daughter's cunt-line. Quite naturally, his tongue slipped inside the hole and felt the vaginal walls that were so soft and smooth. Stacey was writhing; she found it hard to keep her legs and hips still. Ian buried his face deeper as his tongue found the swollen, pearly pink little bud of his daughter's clit, buried in its soft folds of protective skin.
"Oh, fuck, Dad, yes!" his daughter cried as her face flushed, her nipples on her tiny tits rose and wave upon wave of strong, sweet contractions swept through her body from her pelvis. She bucked uncontrollably from her first daddy-climax. Ian continued to pleasure his daughter so that she could experience and enjoy her climax fully and surf it for as long as possible. Lana cooed excitedly beside her, enjoying the magic of this first father-daughter intimate moment.
After the daughter-quakes subsided, Ian lifted his face. He was wet with his daughter Stacey's cum. Lana kissed him and grabbed his cock and pulling him firmly, placed the soft, swollen head against the flaccid, open lips of Stacey's cunt. Lana rubbed the father's cock in the folds, wetting the head to make the coming penetration easier for her daughter.
Dad leaned in slowly, there was no resistance: the folds of his daughter's cunt easily accepted the thick spear of dad-cock and wrapped sensuously around the entering shaft, slicking it thickly with daughter cunt-cum. Lana tenderly held her daughter's hand.
"Oh, Daddy," sighed Stacey, "oh, yes, fuck me up the cunt with your cock, Dad!"
Ian did so with gusto. He eased Stacey's knees up towards her shoulders so he could cram every millimetre of Dad-cock into his daughter's sweet, tiny, virginal love-hole. Stacey was tight, but she could take her Dad's cock.
Stacey cried out from the vigorous, firm fucking she was receiving. She could feel her father's thick cock as it probed in, forcing her vagina apart and then as it eased out and the walls of her sticky vagina sadly collapsed in on itself, only wanting more cock to be shoved up her. Ian's eyes were closed from the intensity of sexual sensation he received from the gripping, sucking walls his daughter's tight cunt.
"That's it baby girl," Lana soothed.
"Oh, Mum," Stacey asked, "is Dad's cock really inside my cunt? Is Dad really fucking me?"
"Yes," Lana said laughing lightly, delighted by the scene before her, "Dad's cock is all the way up your young little cunt, my baby!"
"Oh, wow," Stacey responded and she lifted her head to see her own cunt swallow her father's dick like a sword-swallower. "At last! I can't believe it."
It felt so natural now. Families always have the strongest bonds of love and trust and this was the ultimate display of intimacy and love. The family that fucks together, stays together. Ian could feel the tension in his balls. He knew this was such a special occasion, he had to make it last, but he knew that he couldn't last long.
"Doesn't it feel nice to have Daddy's cock inside you, sweetie?" Lana asked. "Isn't it special to be fucked by your Daddy?"
"Oh yes," Stacey groaned as another deep thrust of Dad-cock shuddered her small tits all awobble.
Ian could feel the point of no return coming on. "Where do you want Daddy's cum, baby girl?" he asked his daughter.
"Oh, Dad," Stacey replied, gasping, "cum inside me, please, like a lover."
"Yes, Ian," Lana added, "cum in your daughter's cunt. It makes it so much more special to cum in a girl's hole the first time you fuck her."
Ian didn't need any further encouragement. His balls had risen, mounted high on the sides of his cock's shaft. Each thrust inside his daughter amplified to an almost painful level the sensations in the sensitive missile of his thick cock's head as it parted the tight slippery vaginal walls. He felt Lana's hand gently on his arse as his balls exploded and creamy dad-cum ejaculated through his cock's piss-slit into his daughter's wet and now, well-fucked young cunt.
They both called out in delight as the his dad-cock made throbbing and gushing sensations inside his daughter's cunt. Stacey felt the flood of hot semen pour deep inside her body.
"Finally," she thought, "Dad has really fucked me. And it feels so wonderful."
Stacey laid back, her eyes a little glazed, smiling at the pleasure she had received and given. Ian's cock slowly softened and slipped out, along with a few gulps of air as the tight seal broke with his daughter's cunt.
Lana bent down and licked the dad-cum as it dribbled from her daughter's cunt. She thoughtfully shared it with Stacey in a long sensual kiss, so she would also have a taste of her father's cum in her mouth. She was so proud of her daughter!
Unbidden, Stacey sat up, reached out and grabbed her father's softening dick and began to lick and suck it. Obviously, she had enjoyed the cum-taste she had received.
"Oh, how sweet," Lana said.
"Oh, baby girl," Ian said, looking down at his dick in his just-fucked daughter's mouth. Her eyes met his in a look of pure love. "That is so nice," he said as his hand tenderly stroked her hair.
"Looks like it," Lana said wryly, "she is bringing it back to life.
Lana bent down and together, mother and daughter shared the husband-father's cock in their mouths. Somehow, Ian's cock was summoned back to life. There wasn't much cum left in his balls after the cunt-fuck but what remained was soon pumping down his daughter's throat for the first time. Stacey held her Dad's cock firmly with her tongue as it throbbed and pumped the remaining cum onto her tongue and down her throat.
Afterwards all three lay exhausted together. There was no more bickering. Ian left them briefly and returned with warm, damp washers and cleaned the bodies of his two lovers as best he could. He left a second time.
"Oh, Mum," Stacey whispered smiling. "It worked!"
"I told you it would," Lana replied laughing gently. "I didn't think it would take this long, though."
"It was worth waiting for," Stacey said, giggling. "Dad's cock! Well, Mum, you know what it's like. Oh, and Mum, I hope our pretend squabbling really is over now."
"I think so," Lana agreed with a warm smile, tenderly brushing a tress of hair from her daughter's sparkling blue eyes.
"I can't wait to tell Liz that Dad finally fucked me!" Stacey said eyes wide with excitement.
"Ha," Lana laughed. "I've always liked Liz. She is a sweetie, but, she will be scandalised! She will be eighteen soon. Maybe tell her when she is here next... and make sure that your Dad and I are home so we can see her reaction."
They smiled together as another sexy conspiracy coalesced vaguely in their dirty female minds.
Ian returned with three frosted glasses of champagne. He settled himself on Stacey's left side, so that Stacey nestled comfortably between her loving parents and distributed the flutes of beading wine amongst them.
"Let's celebrate," he suggested and they all readily agreed. "From now on this family's motto is: 'Make love, not war.'"
"I can drink to that," Lana agreed.
"Me too," Stacey added. They clinked fluted glasses and sipped chilled, lightly acidic bubbles. Stacey nestled a hand on her Dad's cock and kissed both parents. "When can we do this again?"
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