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Subject: {ASSM} RP: LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part V
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Copyright (C) 2002 by Frank Braun

mazares@hotmail.com

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LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part V

It must have been between two and three in the morning when my wife, 
Sarah, and I came home to a near-dark house on Saturday night. We'd been 
out, just the two of us, looking for some other-than-ordinary fun.

It was our habit, once in a great while, to go out drinking and dancing, 
and to look for an extra partner to share between us at a hotel. We'd 
done a lot of drinking and dancing this time, but had found no one 
interesting enough to consider picking up.

So now, here it was the middle of the night, I was dangerously horny and 
unrelieved, while she was so drunk as to be nearly unconscious on her 
feet.

On stumbling into the living room, while trying as well to hold Sarah up, 
I found my oldest daughter, Rebecca, 15, and Andrea, our 17-year-old 
sitter, slouched beside each other on the sofa, their feet up on the 
coffee table, staring sleepily into the TV set.

"Becca, sweetheart," I said quietly, "help me get your mother to bed. Be 
right back, Andrea," I added, trying to smile through my exhaustion and 
unrequited horniness.

Rebecca helped me walk Sarah to the bedroom, where I laid her down on her 
side of the bed and switched on a bedside lamp. Back here in the familiar 
light of home, my wife looked almost shamefully like a slut, dressed as 
she was in the shortest possible of skirts, black thigh-high stockings, 
painfully high heels, and a clingy, vivid blue blouse, without a bra, 
unbuttoned nearly to her waist. Horny as I was, I was of a good mind to 
fuck her blind in her sleep!

"Help her to get undressed and comfortable, would you?" I said to 
Rebecca. "I'll go see Andrea out." I left my daughter there, sitting 
sleepily on the edge of the bed, and headed back out to the living room.

Andrea was a pretty child -- very thin, almost flat-chested, with 
beautiful blue eyes and long, straight blond hair. She, too, looked 
sleepy as I found her standing and gathering her things, preparing to 
leave.

"Are you awake enough to drive?" I said, catching myself looking at her 
tight blue jeans, and the nipples that protruded against the white cotton 
of her t-shirt, rather than her eyes, as I should have while speaking.

"Yes, Mr. Braun," she said quietly, smiling.

"Call me Frank," I said, for the hundredth time in the two years in which 
we'd made her a frequent guest in our home. "That 'Mr' stuff makes me 
feel old."

"Ok," she said " -- Frank." My eyes watched her gorgeous little bottom 
wiggle in the tight jeans as I followed her to the door, where she turned 
to face me before opening it to leave.

"Uh, Frank," she said, with some obvious hesitation -- then stopped. A 
question of some kind of importance to her was clearly written on her 
face, but she couldn't seem to express it.

"Let it out," I said, smiling. "What is it?"

She paused, then said, "Nothing. Nevermind."

But her eyes remained glued to mine for a very long moment before she 
finally turned, opened the door, and stepped out onto the porch. What was 
she thinking, or trying to say?

She just smiled in an odd sort of way as she started her car and backed 
out of the driveway; and it wasn't until I was back inside with the door 
closed that I thought: Dear God, what if she knows things? Much, much had 
gone on in this house in the last few weeks which, if known by the wrong 
people, could very well land me in jail!

Perhaps it was for the best that my mind was so wrecked by exhaustion and 
my crotch on fire with desire. Thanks to that, the worry was only 
momentary, and I moved back down the hallway toward the bedroom.

And I stopped dead in my tracks on just stepping through the door. Our 
daughter had taken an unexpected approach to undressing her mother. 
Sarah's skirt and shoes were gone, her blouse was completely open and 
practically off, leaving only her tiny black thong bikini and the 
stockings.

She was completely unconscious, still on her back, and Rebecca lay beside 
her, facing me, propped up on one elbow, and was lazily -- luxuriously, 
even -- rolling one of her mother's stockings down her thigh, removing it 
slowly and obviously enjoying herself.

"What are you doing?" I stuttered from the doorway.

"Helping Mom get undressed," she said quietly, her eyes meeting mine. Her 
gaze was teasing, and her tongue grazed her lips for an instant -- 
causing an involuntary stir in my already hungry cock.

I was paralyzed for a moment by the erotic beauty of the picture. My 
wife, practically naked, her voluptuous form and wild black hair spread 
unconscious and completely vulnerable across the bed; and my daughter, 
equally beautiful, bending over her, undressing her slowly, and boring 
holes in my eyes with the fire that emanated from her own. What the hell 
was going on here!

"I've never seen her naked before," Rebecca said, jogging me from my 
paralysis. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"I -- " I had a hard time finding my words. "I had thought I'd be alone 
with your mother tonight, sweetheart."

Rebecca left her mother's stocking rolled half down, and sat up in the 
middle of the bed. She wore one of my own white cotton dress shirts, and 
her face, surrounded by her long, brown hair, was radiant as she smiled 
and spoke softly. 

"But she's asleep," she said. "I'm sure I'd be much more fun." My heart 
leapt a little as she began slowly to unbutton the shirt, and I felt my 
cock beginning to come to life. One button at a time, ever so slowly, the 
shirt was completely unbuttoned before I found my voice again.

"Not in here," I said. "Let's go to the other room."

My daughter looked at me wordlessly, right in the eyes, as she removed 
the shirt altogether. She wore nothing else beneath it. And rather than 
responding to me, she laid back down on her side, propped up again on an 
elbow, and caressed her sleeping mother's smooth, olive neck. Her own, 
nicely developing breasts pressed close to one of my wife's rather large 
ones.

"No," she said quietly, still looking right into my eyes. "I want to do 
it here."

A hot, red flush of something between anger and sorrow flew over me for a 
moment -- this was an absurd situation! My daughter, just 15, was 
behaving for all the world like a wanton, nymphomaniacal slut; and her 
mother, in so many ways a true, proven slut, was naked and passed out 
drunk beside her! What had gone wrong with this family?

I longed, in that moment, for Rachel, my 11-year-old, and for the pure, 
innocent love that she and I shared together. Would we ever bring this 
situation around to one of healthy, happy love among all of us? Or would 
I live forever torn between sweet innocence and cheap, vulgar passion 
under the same roof?

But by now all the blood had left my brain and moved to lower regions; 
the flush was in my crotch, where -- moving as lewdly as my daughter -- I 
unabashedly began stroking my hardening cock through my pants.

Rebecca was staring at me, tauntingly, while lazily running her hands up 
and down her mother's unconscious nakedness.

"Leave her alone," I said. "She's asleep." And I got onto the other side 
of the bed, pulled her away from Sarah, and pressed a long, hungry kiss 
onto her mouth, veritably attacking her tongue with my own.

My cock was fully erect, already, as my daughter tore at my clothes, her 
passion equal to my own. And once I was free of my clothes, her whole 
body writhed and squirmed almost violently beneath me as I pressed my 
whole weight on top of her, digging out the depths of her mouth with my 
tongue.

Suddenly, almost angrily, she pulled free of my kiss and whispered, 
hoarsely, "In me!"

"What?" I groaned, consumed with passion.

"In me, Daddy! I want you in me! Now!"

She had spread her legs lewdly open, and her crotch seemed to beg noisily 
on its own. I raised up and carefully positioned the swollen head of my 
cock at her entrance to find that she was already wet -- there would be 
no need for slow caution...

I watched her beautiful face as I sank my cock into her still-tight 
womanhood: her eyes widened and her mouth opened with a tiny, breathy 
gasp of pain, then she closed her eyes and smiled slightly as I reached 
bottom and began stroking, all the way out, all the way in, over and 
over.

I felt as though my cock were twice its nine inches as I watched my 
daughter's eyes darting wildly about, and her tongue licking lewdly at 
her lips, as I fucked her; her pink nipples were erect as her breasts 
heaved and bounced with each of my thrusts.

And I felt I would last forever; though I was hard as a rock, I had had 
so much to drink that it could be, if I wished, a very long time before I 
came.

I lowered my upper body down onto my daughter's, burying my face in her 
neck and shoulder, kissing and licking at her smooth, child-like skin, 
while wrapping her tightly in my arms and pounding away at her pussy.

Her whispered gasps became groans, and then noisy grunts and whimpers of 
pleasure, as she neared coming -- and then, almost without warning, she 
wrapped her legs around my waist, squeezed hard, and screamed at the top 
of her lungs. "Daddy! Oh Daddy! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like that!"

I pounded as hard and deep as I could, and her whole body shuddered and 
shook as she came with a blood-curdling scream. And it was only when she 
at last lay limp and still that I remembered her mother, beside us -- and 
looked to find that, in response to the noise, she had simply rolled over 
on her side, still drunkenly asleep, her back toward us.

"Get up, Daddy," Rebecca said suddenly, seeming impatient. "Get up." I 
carefully withdrew my still-throbbing cock and rolled to my side, looking 
into her face with a question on mine.

"Lie on your back," she said. I did, and she straddled my thighs, facing 
me, and took my rigid penis in her hands. I watched as she stroked it, 
slowly, seeming to enjoy how the foreskin rolled up and down its length. 
Then she spread my legs and knelt between them, her lips so close to the 
head of my cock that I could feel her breath, her beautiful brown eyes 
staring straight into mine.

"I've been dying to do this," she said, her voice low and sultry. "All 
the way. I want to take you like this all the way." My cock twitched in 
her hands as she touched her tongue to its tip, teasingly flicking around 
it before at last closing her mouth around its head.

I groaned as I watched her lower her head over my cock, moving up and 
down slowly, taking a little more in with each downward stroke. Her 
dainty hand clasped its base tightly, and my hips at last began thrusting 
upward into her throat involuntarily as I found myself nearing orgasm.

I wanted this to last forever -- there is no describing the utterly 
exquisite eroticism of watching my own 15-year-old daughter, her mouth 
stretched almost painfully around my too-thick cock, her lips sloppy with 
saliva, her nostrils flared, and her eyes wide open and staring wildly 
into my own, as she hungrily fucked me with her mouth.

It was with almost animal brutality that my pelvis wrestled control from 
my mind, and began pounding my pole deeper and harder into my daughter's 
mouth. Sweet Rebecca kept her grip firm on my cock, and, though already 
gagging a little, kept her mouth tightly sealed around me, meeting my 
upward thrusts with her downward strokes, seemingly determined to pull 
this off successfully.

And I could contain it no longer. Starting at the base of my spine, the 
burning spasms came, and my loins, quivering and shaking, began forcing 
the great loads of cum upward and upward until, at last, in huge, 
successive spurts, I began filling my daughter's mouth with the thick, 
white liquid.

She gagged and gurgled, tears came to her wide-open eyes, but she would 
not release her tight lips from my cock -- swallowing, difficult as it 
was, all she could, with the remainder oozing out to coat her lips and 
drip down her chin -- as I bucked and pounded uncontrollably.

Only when I had come completely to rest, limp and motionless, lying flat 
on my back and breathing heavily, did she let go. She sat up on the bed, 
looking sweetly into my eyes, and attempted a smile. There was something 
obscenely angelic about her face in that moment; her long brown hair was 
stuck to the perspiration on her white forehead and cheeks; her nostrils 
flared as she began to catch her breath; and my cum dripped from her lips 
as her mouth hung open with exhaustion.

I, too, was exhausted; all I could do was lie there, speechless, and 
stare absently at my daughter as her breasts heaved with her labored 
breathing.

And I must have fallen asleep for a moment; for she was no longer there 
when next my eyes came open. Instead, I found her beside me, slowly 
peeling her sleeping mother's black thong bikini down her hips and 
thighs, pulling them off.

I knew not what was going on, but in my exhausted daze I could only lie 
there and watch, barely half-conscious. Rebecca had rolled Sarah onto her 
back, and now the panties were gone, leaving only the black stockings. 

Our daughter positioned herself on the bed between her mother's thighs, 
and looked dreamily upward into her sleeping face. In that spot she 
remained for a long while before, at last -- seeming as though she'd come 
to a difficult decision -- she moved forward to touch her tongue to her 
mother's hairy slit.

Was I dreaming? I knew what I was seeing -- and was not happy about it at 
all -- but I found myself unable to move or to speak; perhaps it was the 
alcohol and the exhaustion?

My daughter began cautiously to lick at her mother's womanhood, poking 
here with the tip of her tongue, licking there with the entirety of it, 
becoming gradually more comfortable with what she was doing.

It was only when Sarah began, in her sleep, to react to Rebecca's tongue 
that I finally began to return slowly to my senses. My wife started 
groaning, ever so lightly, and rolling her pelvis around in response to 
our daughter's explorations; she grew gradually louder in her moans and 
little gasps, and Rebecca -- evidently emboldened by this -- became 
gradually more aggressive as she ate lustfully at her mother's pussy.

And only when it was too late did I wake up fully and realize that this 
couldn't be. Suddenly, Sarah was awakened by the pleasurable sensations 
between her thighs, opened her eyes, and managed to gradually look down, 
focus, and realize what was happening.

"Oh my God!" she screamed, suddenly fully awake and struggling to move 
away from Rebecca's face. "No! Oh no!"

And in a flash, my eyes moved from the horror on Sarah's face to the 
indescribable look of anger on Rebecca's face -- to the bedroom door, 
where Rachel had suddenly appeared, her expression lying somewhere 
between innocent curiosity and pain...

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