index


Message-ID: <50803asstr$1111752602@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Frank Braun <mazares@hotmail.com>
User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 20:40:31 EST
Subject: {ASSM} RP: LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part VI
Lines: 348
Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 07:10:02 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


Copyright (C) 2002 by Frank Braun

mazares@hotmail.com

Emailed comments are welcome.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


LIFE WITH MY WIFE AND DAUGHTERS - Part VI

"It's just something I'm going to have to learn to manage, learn to live 
with," said Sarah, my wife, her voice quiet and pensive.

It was late at night. Our daughters, Rachel, 11, and Rebecca, 15, had 
long since gone to bed; and we sat alone beside each other on the couch 
in the den, dressed only in t-shirts, snuggling, feeling truly close 
again for the first time in several days.

We had finally managed, this evening, to calmly and openly discuss the 
relationships -- sexual relationships -- that had recently evolved 
between myself and our youngest daughter, and then between myself and our 
oldest. I had not sought out these relationships; they had just evolved 
in a more or less natural way, and Sarah -- quite understandably -- 
though not entirely disapproving, was very uncomfortable with the 
situation. And so was I. I loved my wife, and had no desire to hurt her.

"It's just so easy to feel left out," she said, and I completely 
understood. Especially in my relationship with Rachel, there had been up 
to now a feeling of "keeping this away from Mommy," which had made both 
me and my daughter feel as though we were hiding or even "cheating" 
behind Sarah's back -- even though, of course, Sarah knew what was going 
on.

"I suppose," Sarah went on, "it was unavoidable. That I'd feel left out, 
I mean. It was natural that if the girls wanted more than the 'usual' 
amount of affection, they'd go to their Daddy, not their Mommy, to get 
it."

"That's probably the healthiest way to look at it," I said. "You weren't 
being left out. You just haven't yet become involved in whatever's going 
on."

"And of course I don't know how to get involved -- nor even know whether 
I want to be. This is just something that's happened and, even though 
maybe nobody's intentionally leaving me out of it, the fact is that I'm 
not a part of it."

I was pleased that my wife was being as calm and rational as she was with 
the situation. I felt that now, perhaps, we were about to reach a point 
where the tension that had permeated our household for weeks might 
actually, finally, dissolve.

"You very nearly were a part of it the other night," I said, reminding 
her of our oldest daughter's rather surprising attempt to involve her 
mother in what had been rather a bizarre session between Rebecca and 
myself. "But..."

"I know," Sarah interrupted. "But it scared the hell out of me. Caught me 
totally off guard."

"Yes," I said, "and I'm not sure it was a particularly healthy thing just 
then anyway. You were drunk, and she was being weird, really weird. In 
fact, she had me pretty scared myself that night."

"I think," she said, "that I probably just need to relax, accept it, and 
become part of it if -- and I guess only if -- it evolves naturally. God 
knows I certainly can't stop or undo what's already happened."

I looked fully into her face as she spoke, reliving for the millionth 
time the thrill my wife's beauty had never ceased to produce for me. Her 
gentle, full-lipped smile, the magic and vitality in her huge brown eyes, 
and the wild mane of long, curly, near-black hair that framed her face 
still affected me as though I had only just today fallen in love with her 
for the very first time.

"Just kiss me," I said, drawing her face close to mine, my lips parted, 
awaiting the sweet touch of hers. She snuggled closer as I wrapped my 
arms around her, and she kissed me with a passion I had not felt from her 
in seemingly a long time. And as usual, in response to her practiced 
tongue greeting mine, my cock, lying lazily across my thigh, began to 
stir and twitch and begin its journey to erection...

But then a noise nearby startled us. One of the girls had stumbled into 
the kitchen, apparently looking for a late-night snack. Sarah giggled and 
drew back slightly, and I wrestled with the bottom of my t-shirt, trying 
to cover the writhing, nine-inch snake beneath my belly.

"Who goes there?" said Sarah, faking a deep, threatening tone of voice 
tempered by a mischievous smile that the kitchen intruder couldn't see.

In a moment, Rachel, our youngest, came wandering sleepily into the room, 
also wearing a t-shirt. I was starting to think that t-shirts had become 
the family uniform.

"Hi Mommy," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Hi, Daddy." I watched Sarah 
smile lovingly at our daughter.

"What are you doing up?" she said. "Get hungry?"

"No," Rachel said, "Not really. Just woke up, couldn't go back to sleep."

"Well," said Sarah, "come sit with us, then. We can't sleep either."

Rachel climbed onto the couch and sat in her mother's lap, snuggling in 
comfortably with her back pressed against Sarah's breasts, her head laid 
luxuriously against her shoulder.

"I saw Daddy kissing you," she said, as soon as she became comfortable 
and still. She looked up into Sarah's face as she spoke, her big brown 
eyes practically a mirror image of her mother's eyes.

Sarah stroked the smooth white skin of our daughter's face and said, 
smiling, "So you're spying on us, are you?"

"No, Mommy," Rachel replied. "I just saw you. It was an accident, I 
promise."

"It's alright, sweetheart," Sarah said. "Daddy is a good kisser, isn't 
he?"

Rachel just smiled, in response, saying nothing, and turned her head to 
look at me. The smile warmed me throughout, and doubly so when I saw that 
Sarah, too, was smiling at me gently -- with no jealousy at all in her 
expression.

I leaned over to take my wife's face in my hand and kiss her again. 
Sarah's kiss was warm, deep, and loving. But after a moment, she pulled 
back a little and said, quietly, "I think poor Rachel wants her kiss, 
too."

Rachel, snuggled between us, smiled, closed her eyes, and puckered her 
lips. I looked first into Sarah's eyes, and she, smiling, said "She loves 
you too."

With that reassurance, I pressed my mouth gently to our daughter's lips, 
touching my tongue to them as they parted to let it into her mouth, where 
her tongue rolled lazily around in a loving dance with my own.

This moment was, for me, a sensation like none other I had ever 
experienced. My daughter kissed me deeply, lovingly, while my wife, at 
last apparently resigned to this relationship, ever so gently stroked the 
child's hair, which was as long and black and thick as her own.

My cock, against my will, had popped obscenely out again from beneath my 
t-shirt, and was rapidly growing in plain view to its full, happy size. 
My right arm was extended around my wife's shoulders, my left hand was 
occupied with the smooth skin of my daughter's face, so it was with 
desperate motions of my hips that I tried, without success, to hide my 
twitching penis.

But there was no use, for Rachel, still locked to my lips with a 
growingly passionate kiss, took hold of my hard-on with her tiny hand, 
and began gently stroking it. I groaned a little, and tried for a moment 
to pull away -- I did not want to risk going further than Sarah might be 
comfortable going -- but then my wife placed her hand over our daughter's 
hand, and it was suddenly both their hands that slowly stroked my 
throbbing cock.

I drew back from Rachel's sweet kiss, rolled back to my original, 
straight position on the couch, spread out my arms across its back, and 
sighed, involuntarily, "Oh Jesus," as my two beautiful lovers, the 
younger in the older's lap, gently manipulated my stiffening manhood.

"Rachel," Sarah whispered at last. "Make love to your Daddy. I think he's 
been missing you."

Both of them let go of my penis, and Rachel looked sweetly into her 
mother's face.

"Are you sure, Mommy?" she said, innocent affection radiating from her 
eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart," said Sarah, quietly, a gentle smile in her eyes. "I 
want us all to be happy." She ran her hands once more through our 
daughter's hair, then -- to my surprise -- reached down to pull Rachel's 
t-shirt up, over her head, and off, revealing the entirety of her milky 
white nudity.

"You're beautiful, sweet child," Sarah continued. "Make Daddy happy, and 
I'll just sit here beside you." Rachel smiled sweetly and pressed her 
cheek close against her mother's before slowly rolling out of Sarah's lap 
and into mine, facing me, my now fully erect cock standing straight up 
against her smooth white belly.

I pulled her close to me, clasping her little bottom with both hands, 
pressing her belly against my rock-hard pole, and lavishing her neck and 
shoulders with my kisses while my hands began to wander luxuriously 
around across the sweet, soft skin of her back and arms, and my pelvis 
began its slow, rhythmic, involuntary grind.

Beside me, Sarah pulled off her t-shirt to become as naked as our 
daughter; she slumped comfortably deeper into the sofa, pressing herself 
as close as she could into my side. With her left hand, she clasped my 
right thigh as though to steady herself while, with her right, she began 
slowly, almost lazily, to masturbate.

Rachel seemed almost eager in her movements, pressing hard kisses to my 
lips, wriggling around in response to the motions of my hands, and 
gradually moving upward until the throbbing head of my penis touched her 
already moist opening.

"I want you inside me, Daddy," she whispered, her beautiful eyes staring 
deep into mine, her breath warm on my face. "Inside, Daddy, I want you 
inside!"

Carefully, I held her hips to prevent her moving too quickly, and began 
gently poking the head of my cock at her tiny opening; it had been so 
long since I'd been inside my daughter I was afraid it would be, again, 
like the very first time.

Just fractions of an inch at a time, it slid gently in; and with each new 
inch, Rachel winced, smiled, and sighed nervously. It was, still, a 
terribly large cock for so small a girl. And with each of her little 
sighs came a muted gasp from her mother, whose eyes were fixed on our 
daughter's pussy, with its tiny tuft of black hair at the top, as it slid 
ever farther down my shaft. Sarah was getting off with this; her lips 
were parted, her breathing uneven, and her hand dug ever more hungrily 
into her crotch as she pleasured herself beside us.

At last, Rachel reached bottom, and sat motionless for a moment, the 
entirety of my cock buried deep inside her.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?" I said, admiring the look of sheer, 
quiet pleasure on her radiant face.

"Yes Daddy," she said. "It feels so good. I just want to stay here 
forever." I turned to look at Sarah, whose dark, flashing eyes still 
stared fixedly at our daughter.

"She is beautiful, isn't she?" I said to my wife.

"My God," Sarah whispered hoarsely, "my God yes."

My cock twitched against my will inside my daughter as she smiled sweetly 
at her mother's response. Then Sarah spoke again.

"Rachel, sweetheart," she said, her voice still uneven with nervousness, 
"can Mommy kiss you? Do you mind?"

My heart leapt at this question. Was Sarah finally going to entirely 
relax and accept the situation? And how would Rachel feel about this? 

Our daughter's smile turned briefly into a look of curious confusion, 
then as quickly became a smile again.

"Yes, Mommy," she said. "I'd like that."

Sarah sat up, moved forward, wrapped her arm around Rachel's neck, and 
drew our daughter's lips to her own. I watched as Sarah's tongue darted 
hungrily into Rachel's mouth -- and as Rachel quickly adjusted to the 
movements of her mother's voluptuous lips and began returning the long, 
passionate kiss.

By now, I could no longer be still; I began slow thrusts with my cock 
into our daughter's warmth, fighting off the sting of imminent orgasm, 
trying to make it last as I watched my wife and daughter kissing 
curiously, hungrily, at each other.

I took Rachel's right hand and cupped it around one of her mother's huge, 
pendulous breasts, and watched her eyes grow large as she fondled a 
woman's breast for the first time.

Her mother's lips still locked to her own, Rachel managed to utter a 
pleasurably surprised "Mmmm," in response to this new experience, and I, 
involuntarily, began fucking her harder, finding it more and more 
difficult to contain my own excitement. Without interrupting my rhythm, I 
tore off my t-shirt and tossed it aside, drew a deep breath and leaned 
backward to better my view of this unspeakably erotic moment.

Then suddenly, Sarah drew back from our daughter's lips, and lavished her 
tongue lovingly down Rachel's neck, to the space between her barely-
formed breasts, down farther to her milky white belly -- then veritably 
attacked the top of her little slit with her tongue.

"Oh!" gasped Rachel noisily, as her mother's tongue dug and poked at her 
clitoral hood. Sarah's great mass of hair covered my belly as her tongue 
flicked frantically around, slipping now and then to graze my cock as it 
pounded in and out of our daughter's warmth.

Rachel's eyes grew huge with curious pleasure; she grasped her mother's 
hair as though for stability, and began suddenly to buck and hump 
desperately on my cock -- her mother's tongue following her every motion 
-- and now she was screaming and squealing involuntarily as her hair flew 
in all directions with what was becoming her violently pleasurable ride 
to Nirvana...

It was with a nearly pained scream that she at last stopped dead on my 
cock -- on the upstroke, with only its head remaining inside her -- and 
twitched and bucked violently as Sarah's tongue brought her finally to a 
screaming orgasm.

For what seemed an eternity, Rachel remained perched, motionless, at the 
top of my throbbing penis, while her mother's head fell back to rest on 
my chest, panting -- in this state of near motionlessness everything 
remained until, with no warning, Rachel relaxed and rode my pole all the 
way back down again, hitting bottom.

This was all it took to set me uncontrollably back into motion. Like a 
wild man, I began fucking my daughter nearly violently, thrusting and 
banging into her as hard as I could, the juices now welling up inside me, 
ready to erupt.

Rachel bravely rode it out, while her mother, head still on my belly, 
knees now on the floor, watched while masturbating furiously -- and then, 
just as I could hold it no longer and was about to explode, I came out 
too far, missed trying to get back in, and Rachel toppled to the floor.

"Oh my God!" I shouted, as my cum boiled up, ready to fly, my cock 
twitching wildly in the air. Rachel, now on her knees, and her mother 
beside her, both at the same time grabbed reflexively for my cock; and 
both of them, at the same time, began stroking it furiously as the cum, 
in huge streams, flew madly into the air to paint their faces and hair 
with long, glistening strings of thick white liquid.

With what looked like a frantic motion, Sarah grabbed our daughter's hair 
and pushed her face to my cock, and Rachel, seeming to instinctively know 
what to do, took it eagerly into her mouth as I groaned with the last 
spasms of my orgasm.

Sarah fell back to lean against the couch, watching our daughter suckle 
my fading cock, and finally brought herself off with her hand, moaning 
contentedly as she at last came to satisfied rest.

Once my spasmic motions had ceased, Rachel raised her head, the remains 
of my cum coating her smile, and I will never forget the look in her eyes 
at that moment: she looked at both me and her mother, and seemed, without 
words, to be asking whether she had made us both happy.

Sarah reached out and pulled Rachel to her, enfolding her in her arms; 
and I slid down to sit on the floor and embrace them both. 

"I love you, Daddy," said Rachel, her hand massaging my arm as it hung 
draped across her shoulder. "And you, too, Mommy. I love you, too."

I squeezed Sarah closer to me and kissed the top of her head. 

"Does this mean we're all happy now?" I said quietly, smiling. Sarah 
turned her head to look up at me and she, too, smiled gently.

"Yes," she said. "I think we're all happy now."

The voice from the shadow in the corner took all three of us by surprise. 
It was Rebecca, our 15-year-old.

"Until Daddy fucks me again," she said, her voice angry, bitter. "And 
he'll never want either of you again."

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+