I think this little story is a perfect segue into this story about our girls. It highlights several things. First, casual nudity was no big deal in our house. Alicia was not shocked to see a naked man, no big deal, the way it should be. Second, she had no compunctions about using real words for anatomy, like balls. Now, we had also made sure the girls understood manners and when to use manners. They didn’t interrupt adults, they used, ‘proper’ language around them, they behaved in public, etc. The girls seemed to understand that our house was different than everyone else’s and the rules were different. I suspect this is a girl thing, understanding the wisdom of fitting in, at least in public. Third, our bedroom was not off limits to the girls. If they happened to come in while we were screwing, whoever had a mouth free would say we were busy and go back to what we were doing. Especially when they were young, the girls would shrug knowing they had to wait until adults weren’t busy, manners.
Alicia was of the age now where she seemed to be getting interested in what mommy and daddy did in bed. It wasn’t exactly that she was spying; we didn’t hide anything except Christmas presents, so there was nothing to spy on. Cathy had spent time in a commune before attending Berkeley. People slept, ate, showered, crapped, and screwed in common and Cathy had thrown away the irrational shame that so many Americans have about normal human activities. She didn’t want the girls to learn that shame. We made sure that all normal human activities were just that, normal. Alicia seemed to be more apt to hang around if she happened to find us screwing rather than go watch TV like when she was younger. I admit that the first time I had an audience, it affected my performance. Cathy, having lived on the commune and having experienced group everything including sex, wasn’t troubled at all. She helped me through the societally induced shame. I only realized how programmed I had been once it was gone.
One other thing is we were a very touchy feely family. Cathy was raised with a non-touching family, typically Japanese. Worse, her best friend was Italian with all the touching and displays of affection of that culture. Cathy and her sister both felt like their dad never loved them and worked hard to make him love them. But he never displayed that love. That was hard on a girl when she feels different. Cathy told me as she grew up she fixated on trying to get her father to love her, really just display it since I’m sure he did love her: he just never let her know. Cathy even fantasized about giving her body to her father to get him to show he loved her. Our girls were never going to feel that way. She encouraged all the touching they wanted. From early on they were encouraged to take showers with Cathy or me, with us washing them and them helping wash us. We had a big shower with a Japanese tub big enough for the whole family. If they wanted to crawl in bed with us, that was fine. The first time we screwed while Alicia slept away not even awakening at Cathy’s orgasm was a watershed for me.
Like I said, Alicia, our oldest, was of an age now where she was displaying interest in all things sexual. I'm sure her body was filled with hormones and they were changing her from a girl into a woman. She had crawled into bed with us, not unusual; sometimes we’d wake up in a five place bed. One morning, I woke with a morning woody only to find Alicia’s hand around it as she inspected it diligently. When she sensed I was awake she dropped it.
I mentioned this to Cathy as we showered that morning for work. Cathy looked thoughtful and said, “You handled it well, not making a scene. I’ll talk with Alicia.” That was about what I expected and I knew Cathy would handle the situation.
That night, Cathy invited Alicia to our room for a conversation. The first thing she did was make sure Alicia knew she wasn’t in trouble. Then she asked Alicia why and Alicia made the obvious answer, she was curious when she saw my hard-on. She had seen it before when she walked in on us having sex, but not close up. Cathy asked a few more discerning questions when one popped up: the real issue. Alicia asked Cathy, “Mom, can I marry dad too?”
I was astounded to say the least, but kept my face impassive and let Cathy run it. She paused in her usual way, then penetrated right to the real underlying and unstated issue, “Sweetie, do you want to marry dad and be a co-wife or do you just want to find out about sex with him?”
I guess Cathy knew about these sorts of feeling from her own experience, but I was beyond shocked. I could not say a thing. I couldn’t really think anything that made sense.
Alicia kind of scrunched up her face, then after a pause said, “I suppose I want to find out about sex.”
Cathy laughed gently and said, “Good, I didn’t see what you’d want in an old dog like Daddy.”
Alicia jumped to my defense, “Daddy isn’t an old dog!”
“Sweetie, Mommy doesn’t think I’m an old dog, she knows I have my bite left. She’s teasing me.”
Alicia looked back and forth and saw we were both smiling and used to the teasing that normally went on, she laughed and said, “Oh, okay, old dog.”
“It’s better when it comes from Mom.”
Alicia smiled knowing she was being teased.
Cathy then told Alicia, “Honey, I want you to really think about this. It is kind of unusual to have your dad be the guy who teaches you about sex. Some people would call it perverted. I’ll also tell your when I was your age I felt the same way so I understand.”
“Was grandpa your first?” Alicia asked.
“No, I didn’t have the courage to ask like you did. My first guy, well, I don’t remember his name. It was a night in the commune and we had smoked too much grass. A good reason to not get too drunk or high,” she said. Alicia looked at me and I had heard the story and wasn’t surprised. I told Alicia, “No, grandpa wasn’t my first.”
She rolled her eyes, “Dad.”
Cathy jumped in, “Okay, sweetie. I really want you to think about this, all the things. What you might feel years from now? What will your friends think? Okay?”
Alicia looked solemn as you might expect. Cathy had dumped an adult size problem on her and sent her off to think. “Okay.”
“Kiss us goodnight and off to bed.”
Alicia kissed mom and gave me a quick kiss, on the lips instead of the cheek like she usually did. She jumped out of bed and yelled “Good night,” as she headed off to bed. Cathy jumped my bones as soon as the light was off that night and using a little girl’s voice acting like she was Alicia, a virgin daughter. As I penetrated her, she started chanting, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your virgin daughter.” Her performance did two things; it exposed the duality of my feelings to me, feeling a little creepy of course, running smack into the cultural prejudice and it was also wickedly sexy breaking the rules. I blew an amazing wad emptying my balls like I hadn’t done in years. Cathy commented on how much I had filled her up and how easy it would have been to get pregnant if I had blown loads like this when we were trying to get her knocked up. So I was of two minds and had to wait to find out which mind it was to be while Alicia thought.
The next night, I didn’t wait for Cathy to jump my bones, a tactic she often used when she didn’t want to discuss something and a tactic that often allowed her to win arguments. What guy argues with his wonderful piece? “Cathy, what are you going to do if Alicia says she wants me to take her cherry?”
She paused then said, “I think your real question is, ‘What do I think of incest?’” I nodded. “Okay, this is what I think. I think any sexual relations which brings pleasure to all parties involved, and doesn’t harm anyone are not only fine, they are what we humans should be doing instead of our current shame filled sexual relations.”
That was plain, so plain I couldn’t think of a thing to contradict her. Of course, put so simply, she was right. “And you don’t think Alicia will be ‘harmed’ by having sex with me?”
“It might hurt a little that first time, if she still has her hymen, but I trust you to be gentle.” I lifted my eyebrows and she knew I was not buying that answer. She patted my thigh, “Sweetheart, Alicia will not be harmed by learning about sex from her daddy. Even though she has been raised in this hypocritical culture, she has been always told to not buy into the crap and both of us have set an example of not buying into, ‘Everyone says…’ I talked with her and she knows why people say it is wrong and we discussed what is right and wrong when it comes to sex. She is bright enough to not let others talk her into believing right is wrong like so many people do today. The Earth isn’t flat and sex is for fun no matter what ‘they’ say. ‘They’ are usually wrong. It is the minority who don’t buy into what the majority group think that are proven to be right in the long run.”
A few nights later, Alicia came into the bedroom with Cathy. They sat on the bed and Cathy asked her, “Well, made up your mind?”
“I think so, Mom. I want to have Daddy teach me about sex, even though some people might think it strange. I think it isn’t any one’s business and if I don’t tell anyone they won’t have a chance to think it is strange. In fact, if I don’t tell anyone, all of the problems disappear. Am I right?”
Cathy patted her thigh, “I think so. I don’t think it is anybody’s business except the three of us and I think if no one had any idea then it won’t matter what they think is right or wrong for them. Go get ready like I told you.”
Cathy turned to me, “Go take a shower.” Oh yeah, I must be a real stinker.
"But, I don't know if I should," I protested.
"So, you'd let your daughter think she is so undesirable you can't even stand to have sex with her?"
How could I argue with that? I had to make up my mind. To tell the truth I had put off a decision thinking that no way would Alicia really wants her old man like that. I didn't even have time to realize how Cathy trapped me with her accusation. I stripped and jumped in the shower, letting the hot water pound my head hoping it would break things loose. My skull is too thick and it didn’t help. It came down to something that always seems to be the thing when I have doubts. I trust Cathy. When I realized this was one of those times, the doubts turned off and the clouds went away, the red robin came out singing and whatever platitudes you want. I was whistling as I got out of the shower, ready to do my duty to God, the Nation, and Daughter. I did as told including putting on a dab of cologne, brushing teeth, etc. It was going to be as good as I could make it for Alicia. When I went back into the bedroom, Cathy had vanished, I assume after having told Alicia whatever Cathy thought she needed to know. Alicia had put on her silver strappy high heel shoes, ones I knew she thought of as her adult sexy shoes, and not a thing else. I suspect Cathy had helped arrange her on the bed, looking back over her shoulder, big smile welcoming me, her cute ass framing her pussy, almost hidden, but there, teasing me, calling to me, come, come and fuck this nubile young woman. I threw off my robe and climbed onto the bed and over Alicia, biting her cute butt, making her giggle, while running my hands up her belly and finding her breasts, not as big as her mother’s, but just as responsive. The nipples grew as I rubbed them, her eyes closing, a small moan escaping with her breath as I cuddled up behind her.
My cock was as hard as I can ever remember it being as it found its way between her ass cheeks. She felt it and rubbed back against it as I pulled her face around and leaning down kissed her, with all the passion and desire I could muster. Alicia mewled in returning the desire and passion. She rolled onto her back as my hand teased her nipples. My thigh went between hers as she rubbed her pussy against it. Her gash quickly heated up and soon I was feeling the moisture seeping from her and spreading onto my leg.
Feeling her pussy juices running on my leg drove me crazy. I wanted to taste that sweet nectar straight from the source. I bent down and sucked her nipples on the way south, flopping between her legs. I spread her legs wide as her pussy gaped open, the dark red interior all glistening like a donut still hot, the sugary sweet glaze dripping, the odor of her arousal filled my senses.
I should have been feeling awful, something, for breaking one of the strictest social rules, luckily, the conversation with Cathy had sent those little voices off on their way and I was able to concentrate on making love with a beautiful sexy young woman. I also loved her, which was icing on the cake, but the cake was sex, pure unadulterated corporeal nasty sex - the good kind. Speaking of sweet things to eat, I bent down burying my face in her pussy. Opening her pussy, I was assailed by the female pheromones;, my cock felt as hard as an iron bar and throbbed in need. Alicia moaned as I licked and sucked her, first on the labia, then up and down her pussy delving into her opening to ream her, then to her button at the top. Her whole body tensed like a spring pulled from both ends as I lapped and sucked on her clitoris. A strangled moan broke from the depths as I continued the assault. The juices poured from her like a fountain as I lapped them up, two gasping breaths, and Alicia started bouncing on the bed. I grabbed hold and sucked her as she rose through her climax, crying out, her head bouncing on the bed as her body shivered and shuddered. A last, she gave a tremulous tremble and she went limp.
I was pretty happy; my face drenched in her juices. Her eyes opened unfocused, then gradually came to rest on me. “Oh God, that was incredible. I love you, Daddy.” I held her in my arms as she cuddled. “What now?” she asked.
I pushed her onto her back and mounted her, settling between her thighs, my cock sliding between her labia to find her still drenched. I slid the head around getting her ready until my shaft notched itself into her opening. A slight push, a slight grunt from her and she was a woman. Slowly, as she was tight beyond belief, I worked my cock deeper and deeper until I bottomed out. We both let out a gasp as I hit bottom. Her vagina quivered around my staff. Then it was off to the races, the climax races as I began a slow in and out, gradually building in speed and depth of thrusts. Alicia matched me stroke for stroke, the natural rhythm of sex taking us both higher and higher, until there was nowhere higher and she exploded in climax, her tight walls stroking and grasping at my rod, pulling the cum from me, pulsing down my shaft and filling her valley, glob after glob of cum until it ran out of her, puddling under her butt.
We cuddled together, both basking in the afterglow. A while later, Cathy came in, covered us, and crawled in beside. “How was it, sweetie?”
“Oh mom, it was so amazing. I’m like totally mad I didn’t ask daddy sooner. I can see why everyone wants to do sex all of the time. I am like, let’s do it again. How often can Daddy do it?”
Cathy smiled at Alicia’s enthusiasm. “That’s nice that you had a good first time. As for further adventures, we’ll talk about that, tomorrow. As for now, I’d appreciate it if I could have him back.”
“Oh yeah, sure mom.” Alicia crawled over Cathy and settled on the other side as Cathy snuggled into my arms.
I could sense she was randy, having been together so many years. Her hand found my limp cock and began squeezing just the right way to encourage the blood flow. I looked into her eyes with the question. She smiled, “Damn right I’m ready. I want my man back.” It wouldn’t be the first time one of the girls had walked in as we made love and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. I’m not an exhibitionist by nature but spectators don’t put me off, either.
This of course, changed my sex life, all for the better. I had two women, both beautiful and whom I loved in my bed whenever the mood struck, and with these lustful nymphs, it struck often. Alicia dated often, since her beauty and outgoing personality drew boys to her as moths to a fire. I’m willing to bet that the boys went crazy with desire and cursed her as a cock tease. She told her mom and me that she didn’t want to fuck around with little boys when she had a man waiting for her at home. The boys would spend money romancing her and at the end of the night she’d come home to Daddy. Poor besotted boys, I had to laugh and empathize with their blue balls. Alicia wasn’t completely cold; she gave occasional hand jobs and a few blow jobs to a few of her favorite boys when their frustration threatened to burst their jeans.
Throughout Alicia’s high school days, I had these two to keep my lust in check. It was Alicia’s senior year when things changed.
Marissa
It was about this time that the big event happened. President Reagan paid off his debt to me by nominating me to the Ninth Circuit as an appeals court judge. That is a big deal and there was a ton of stuff that had to be done. The confirmation to the Federal bench had been pretty perfunctory. A quick review of the Bar records indicating no one had ever filed a complaint, a couple calls to local politicos, most of whom I had helped at one point or another, and my name sailed through the confirmation process. I never even had to go to Washington. But an appeals court is different.
First there was a review by the Bar, rating me on the bench. I got a highly qualified because I was prepared when I came into court. Also, I hadn’t had any really contentious cases I had to rule on so, there was no trail of controversial legal opinions. When I wrote opinions, I followed the legal precedent as much as possible. There wasn’t any creative trickery to get the political outcome I wanted like so many Judges have been doing since FDR packed the courts to accomplish that exact outcome.
Even back to my prosecutor days, I handled mostly criminal cases and never had to give opinions on things like abortion. I have to wonder about Americans sometimes. A judge might sit on the bench for thirty years and rule on thousands of cases, but all people want to know is how he or she might someday rule on abortion, if it ever comes up again, since it is settled law right now. Absolutely insane, but the people on the anti-abortion side think killing doctors is justified, so I know they are nut cases. I don’t use the term pro-life because folks who shoot doctors or oppose abortion to save the woman’s life cannot claim to be pro-life. Then I flew back to Washington and got briefed on dealing with the Senators. The real ordeal was the committee. If they said yes, the Senate vote was assured. If they said no, forget it.
I brought back the whole family, partially so they could do the tourist thing and to show me as a family man. I had a beautiful educated wife and three cute daughters. We were invited to meet with the senior senators on the committee privately. A typical shake hands and talk on which I had been advised ‘just be yourself.’ Remember, this was before Bork and the process wasn’t as ugly and political as it has gotten now.
One senator was especially graphic in telling me how beautiful my wife was. I learned later that one of the California politicos that had been in our Sacramento swap club was now in the House and when called by the Senator had passed on the little tidbit of us having been members. The senator hinted quite broadly and privately about swapping and extended a dinner invitation to meet his wife, just Cathy and I, no kids. I talked it over with Cathy and ever game, she said, “Why not?” With all of our sexual escapades, why not indeed? Cathy got his vote and his wife turned out to be an enthusiastic disciple of Eros. She screwed my brains out. She may have looked like a grandma but, in bed, she moved like an upscale hooker. It was eye opening. The Senator invited us to the regular Saturday prayer breakfast. It seems he was a representative of all that was godly and Christian to the voters back home. It put the stamp of righteousness on us. Oh, how we Americans deceive ourselves.
But the biggest surprise I didn’t find out about until we got home after my confirmation to the Court of Appeals. On one of the family visits, a Senator, who shall remain nameless since he is still porking at the public trough, got Alicia aside and told her how sexy she was and would she like to see some rooms the public never saw? Alicia, only seventeen, was no one’s fool and she recognized the come on. Being a chip off her Mother’s block she saw the opportunity to help dad and she took it. Playing her best school girl she said, “Oh yes, Senator _____.” He hurried her off to a private room in his office and closed the door. Alicia dropped to her knees in front of the surprised Senator and unzipped him and pulled out his quickly swelling cock, ran her hands up and down it, licked her lips, and looked up at him and asked, “Do you think my daddy will be confirmed?”
Willing to say anything, the senator answered, “I’m sure of it, honey.”
Alicia took his cock in her mouth and proceeded to bring him off. She laughingly said he was quicker than a sixteen-year-old virgin. As he laid back against the closet wall, his now limp dick hanging out Alicia showed her womanly wiles. She stood up, using one finger wiped her mouth where some of the cum had slipped from between her lips and sucked the finger like she had just done him, and said right before leaving, “I’m glad daddy is going to get confirmed, it would be awful if this got out to the papers,” and closed the door. I’m pretty sure I would have gotten confirmed anyway, but with these girls on my side, it was a slam dunk.
The mood was celebratory around the house for the next couple weeks. I quickly transitioned from the regular court to the appeals court. I was able to keep my office, but started spending a lot of time on the road for hearings. Unlike the cases you hear about reaching the Supreme Court, the appeals courts hear lots of routine cases in which one side is pissed about losing. Anyone can appeal, so there are lots of cases to look at. The Ninth Circuit might have ten panels all hearing appeals at the same time in ten different locations from Idaho to Guam. Most are fairly easy. It is only the occasional case that presents new or intriguing challenges to the law.
One of my first cases was one of the hardest. It was an appeal of a death sentence. Those of course, are routine as the lawyers for the appellant will try everything to get him off. But the Supremes have made it very difficult to win an appeal in the Federal courts as long as the state courts follow certain rules. Just about every state has enacted those rules and safeguards so there isn’t anything to really appeal. That was the case here. Most cases are heard by three judge panels. The other two judges, more experienced in these cases than I, pointed out that there was nothing here to appeal. But I tell you, it was really difficult to sleep that night knowing I was going to vote to send this guy off to the chamber. The guy deserved it, he had raped and murdered an eight year old girl, strangled her, and buried her, still alive, to die of suffocation. There was evidence presented at trial that she woke buried and struggled before dying of suffocation in the cold hard ground. There wasn’t much to like about this guy. After reading the facts, as a father of girls, I felt like taking a baseball bat to his face. But it still haunted my dreams. The senior judge wrote the opinion and I signed on. My hand literally trembled as I signed the order. It was the right thing to do, but that didn’t make it easy. I think that is the difference between ordinary people and a monster like him. We all struggled with the idea of killing, even though richly deserved, and absolutely called for by the law while he, callously and without compunction, murdered a little girl after brutalizing her and never felt a moment’s regret.
Capital punishment was briefly suspended when the Supremes ruled it unconstitutional. That is the sort of legal opinion that riles people up and I get why. The constitution explicitly calls for capital punishment for some crimes. Obviously the authors never intended in any way shape or form that such a penalty explicitly called for, would be ‘unconstitutional.’ But led by Thurgood Marshall, a Justice with no respect for the constitution, as his repeated attacks on it demonstrated, ruled that it was by its very nature cruel and unusual and therefore prohibited by the eighth amendment. Rubbish. If we as a society want to ban capital punishment, that would be quite simple. Congress passes an amendment doing just that and the states ratify the change; done.
Sorry to get so serious, but remembering brought that back in such clear focus. It was back to the celebratory mood. It was maybe a week after returning and Alicia had bragged to us and her sisters how she helped daddy. Fourteen year old Marissa thought it was cool and asked all sorts of questions about the blow job. Ten year old Vanessa thought it was gross, sucking some old guy’s ‘thing.’ Mom was proud of her daughter subverting the male dominance in the Senate by using the male perversion against them. I had to roll my eyes, where she couldn’t see, on that one.
I asked Cathy why she thought it okay for Alicia to have done that. I got one of her typical lectures. I’ll condense it down. If a woman has sex for money, she’s a whore. If a woman sleeps with a classmate to get him to write her paper for class, she’s a slut. Way different than a whore; slut being better than whore. If she refuses to sleep with her mate because he forgot flowers on their anniversary, she’s a hero to other women. Why the difference? All three examples are trading sex for something she wants: money, a paper, flowers, or more correctly, proper behavior from the pussy whipped man. It is all whoring; trading sex for something of value. Cathy said almost all women exchange access to sex for things material or behavioral that they want. Cathy felt Alicia was just being honest about trading sex for what she wanted. Of course, in America, honesty about sex is a big taboo.
I was settled into the new schedule and Alicia was preparing for graduation. She was going to go out of state for college and Cathy was a bit melancholy, her first chick leaving the nest. I was sad as well, and no, not because I was losing a bed partner. I have a little more invested than that. It is funny, but reading this you might think my relationship with my daughter was all about sex. It wasn’t, any more than my relationship with my wife was all about sex. If you’ve been married, you know what I’m talking about. Marriage isn’t about sex; sex is just an occasional enjoyable pastime. The rest of a relationship is about all the other things. I once heard it described this way - Marriage isn’t standing looking into each others’ eyes and cooing, it is standing hand in hand gazing into the shared future. Alicia and I maintained a very normal daddy daughter relationship as well. So I was sad knowing my little girl was going to go out into the big bad world.
Nature has a way of providing and Marissa, our middle daughter, hit that magic moment right as Alicia was preparing to leave. It was Déjà vu all over again as one evening Marissa appeared in our bedroom and said that Alicia had told her how she had learned about sex and she, Marissa, wanted to try it too. Off she and Cathy went. A half hour later they were back, Marissa dressed in a little nothing that barely covered anything. Cathy announced that Marissa was ready, well, more than ready, and left. As if by signal, Marissa shook off the cover from her shoulders displaying all of her girlish charms and playing with the flimsy cloth, turned on her erotic appeal.
Alicia had always been the serious one of the girls, being the oldest and often stuck with the responsibility for her younger sisters. Vanessa, the youngest, was the shy one. Marissa was the outgoing one, always ready with a funny rejoinder, always teasing, and as soon as she hit puberty, she quickly turned on her erotic teasing as naturally as breathing.
I could easily see her pussy below the hair, a small triangle of pure black, for the girls had all gotten their silky black hair from Cathy. “Come here,” I said. I had already gotten ready for bed, and since I sleep in the nude I was ready. I threw back the covers as Marissa slid in beside me.
We kissed and I could tell she hadn’t any experience in kissing. I was surprised as I would have thought of any of the girls, Marissa would have done that before certainly. My hand cupped her small but still full breast and she pressed back against the hand, now tweaking and rubbing her nipple. My hand slid down between her legs and over the silky patch of hair. Gently, I ran my fingers over her pussy, up and down between her legs, but just lightly to tease her, not inside.
Droplets of her moisture could be felt as they began to seep through her swelling lips. As I felt the moisture, and could sense her increasing heat, I let my fingers dig lightly between her labia, withdrawing the touch before reaching her clitoris, then continuing; creating a wonderful sense of desire in Marissa that was becoming obvious. Marissa’s legs had long since splayed open. She drew her knees up, and they had fallen away, leaving her completely open, providing me with a tremendous view of her captivating sex.
Finally, sensing her need, I stroked my finger inside all the way from bottom to Marissa’s clitoris, the brief contact causing involuntary spasms and a very audible moan as well. I played my finger in and along her lips, taunting and toying with her clitoris until it was clearly protruding from its protective sheath. Gently, rolling onto her, I positioned my cock in line with her virginal opening. Holding my cock in position, I rubbed the head into and against her lips, spreading her lubricant onto the glans, looking into her eyes and asking if she was ready. She nodded.
My first small thrust pushed the cock head to the opening of her vagina where it met resistance. I slowly withdrew, spreading some more of her juices onto it. Reentering her, pushing slowly as the shaft expanded her vagina for the first time, so slowly, not pausing, through her maidenhead as she reacted to that discomfort. At first it was just an "Oooh” changing to an "Oh!” becoming an "Ow!" before finally transforming into a grunting "Unh!" as my cock split her hymen and rushed deeply, all the way into her. I stopped for a moment to allow her to get her mind back onto the pleasure before slowly withdrawing my now pulsing cock. On the second push, my shaft easily speared into her lubricated channel. After several such strokes sure she was ready for a more vigorous fuck, I shifted more on top of her, moving up slightly to allow my cock to ride along her clitoris. Within seconds of having moved and quite surprisingly to me, she had her first orgasm, screaming out without warning, wrapping her legs around my ass and pulling my hips against hers, burying my cock deeply into her pussy.
It was a short cum and soon I began again, Marissa matching my rhythm with her hips, moving in pace with me. Her second orgasm came minutes later, this time I could feel the walls of her vagina contracting against my cock. The sensation of tightness drove me to fuck her harder and faster. As she once again clamped down on my shaft, I thrust one last time into her as my balls exploded and shot a hot load of jism deep into her spasming body. Marissa’s third climax exploded when she felt my hot come filling her. After a few desultory closing strokes, we lay motionless on the bed, me on top of her, my cock finally shrunken enough to fall from her. As it did, a stream of my white cum mixed with her juices seeping from Marissa's pussy, dripped across her tiny pink rosebud and onto the bed. Within minutes, the wet spot of cum had grown visibly as I rolled to the side and lay against Marissa, gently caressing her back and sides as she returned from the experience.
Marissa looked down at her loins and exclaimed, “I’m a mess.” She hopped out of bed and ran to our master bath. I heard the water running, then she came back with a cloth and cleaned up the wet spot. I never thought of her as a clean freak and one look at her bedroom would have given lie to that anyway. I shook my head, strange are the ways of people when it comes to sex.
Over the next months I taught Marissa about sex in all of its variations. Unlike her older sister, Marissa wouldn’t come home from her dates all hot to trot. In fact, she was quite standoffish when she got home, I assume because a close inspection like licking her twat would have exposed her activities with the boyfriend. Not that Cathy or I minded as long as she was careful. But Marissa was a real one guy at a time girl. It was okay to have a string of boyfriends and to crawl in bed with me when she was between boys, but one at a time was her firm rule.
That two sisters, both with the same DNA could be so different was and is a mystery. I have trouble buying instinct as the cause. Instinct makes you want sex, but this seems more like learned behavior.
Cathy was raised Buddhist and dragged me along to the local temple with the girls enough that I learned quite a bit. I began to wonder if it wasn’t true. It sure seems like different kids bring different things with them, not just bodies but minds as well, things learned not instincts. What was slutty to one wasn’t the least bit slutty to the other and yet we raised them exactly alike. There is a lot of evidence piling up to wonder if some of these weird things aren’t brought along from a previous existence. It sure would explain some mysteries to me.
How could I argue with that? I had to make up my mind. To tell the truth I had put off a decision thinking that no way would Alicia really wants her old man like that. I didn't even have time to realize how Cathy trapped me with her accusation. I stripped and jumped in the shower, letting the hot water pound my head hoping it would break things loose. My skull is too thick and it didn’t help. It came down to something that always seems to be the thing when I have doubts. I trust Cathy. When I realized this was one of those times, the doubts turned off and the clouds went away, the red robin came out singing and whatever platitudes you want. I was whistling as I got out of the shower, ready to do my duty to God, the Nation, and Daughter. I did as told including putting on a dab of cologne, brushing teeth, etc. It was going to be as good as I could make it for Alicia. When I went back into the bedroom, Cathy had vanished, I assume after having told Alicia whatever Cathy thought she needed to know. Alicia had put on her silver strappy high heel shoes, ones I knew she thought of as her adult sexy shoes, and not a thing else. I suspect Cathy had helped arrange her on the bed, looking back over her shoulder, big smile welcoming me, her cute ass framing her pussy, almost hidden, but there, teasing me, calling to me, come, come and fuck this nubile young woman. I threw off my robe and climbed onto the bed and over Alicia, biting her cute butt, making her giggle, while running my hands up her belly and finding her breasts, not as big as her mother’s, but just as responsive. The nipples grew as I rubbed them, her eyes closing, a small moan escaping with her breath as I cuddled up behind her.
