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A History Lesson
As I approached the door, the voices and nervous
chatter became clearer. My ex-wife, Barbara, who
I'd divorced eight years ago, was giving her two
cents on every issue. I heard the naive laughter
of my youngest daughter, nineteen year old Tracy,
and the protests of her sister, Kelly, the bride.
Twenty-one years young and headstrong, when she
had called to tell me she was getting married, my
silence deceived the shock and disappointment, but
I recovered enough to wish her the best of luck
and a long happy life. The other voices I couldn't
make out and figured them to be bridesmaids, giddy
in their happiness for another, perhaps looking
forward to their day.
Straightening my bowtie in a hallway mirror, I
caught myself frowning at the discomfort of
wearing this restricting tuxedo on my six foot
frame. I looked at both sides of my short, dark
hair and thankfully saw that none had gone grey
since this forty-one year old man left the hotel.
My face was hardened with years of travel and
gigging in smoky bars and boozy nightclubs. And as
I studied the eyes of this man, I reflected on the
life that got me here. I met Barbara when we were
both too young to know any better, and she
convinced this guitar player that we could have
the world.
She was a college graduate with a steady job and I
was hopping around the country with forever
adolescents. The daughters came early in the
marriage, which kept us together about five years
after we both knew it was over. She met a man she
could have a stable life with, whom she said would
be a better role model for the girls. The divorce
was as amicable as could be expected and I stayed
around for a few years until a got a big break as
a studio musician in New York City. Ever since, I
tried the best I could to keep in touch over the
phone, through pictures, and the occasional tour
with a stop in the area. And as I looked into the
glass, I saw regret reflecting out.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
I came back to the present with the voice of my
daughter, Tracy. She was beautiful even in the
ridiculous emerald green bridesmaid dress. Her tan
skin and long dark hair contrasted with the
metallic color of the dress. She smiled in her
innocent beauty and looked upon me with
bewilderment. "Just thinking back I guess," I
said. "Times like this make you think about maybe
the wrong choices you make. How they affect other
people."
She comforted me with a firm hug and stroked my
shoulders and the back of my arms. "You did what
you had to do," she said. "I don't hold your life
against you Dad. I would have done the same thing.
I'd rather experience life than to get through it
like Mom."
Her gentle massages eased my tension, and as I
relaxed I noticed how much I enjoyed having her
breasts press against my torso. Standing about
five inches taller than Tracy, I moved my hands
from the small of her back up to her bare shoulder
blades and pressed her tightly to me. She returned
the deep hug and smiled innocently. Bending my
head, I went to give her a light kiss on the
forehead, but she extended up on her toes and
briefly met my lips. "Ooo," she giggled, "better
not let Mom see that. She might get jealous. Or
Kelly, for that matter."
I smiled at her playfullness and as she walked
down the hall couldn't believe her reaction to the
way I lightly spanked her ass. "Maybe later, you
could try when I'm not wearing this puffy dress."
Her dress came down slightly below her knees and
those shapely, muscular calves demanded my eyes as
they moved this beautiful, young woman away. I
imagined the nice, tight ass she had to have. I
also wondered what that ass would feel like in my
hands as she rode up and down on my dick,
screaming out, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your horney
little girl. Stick that big cock in your
daughter's hot pussy." Caught staring and
dreaming, I looked up at my daughter's turned
head. She just smiled and shook it as she turned
the corner of the hallway.
Back to reality, I was about to knock on the door
where the bride was getting ready when my ex
opened it up and slithered out. "Jack," she said
in an admonishing tone, "we have to talk."
I moved away from the door to give her room.
"Kelly, wants Mike to walk her down the aisle.
Now, you really don't have any reason to be
upset."
"I don't care," I responded to her declaration. I
did feel hurt, but my guilt of living away said
this was another consequence of my life's
decisions. "I was hoping I could talk to her
before the ceremony," I said looking down at my
watch. There was an hour to go. "I want to
straighten some things out. Wish her luck. That
sort of thing."
"That's not a good idea," Barbara said. "She's
conflicted with who should walk her down the
aisle. She's too emotional right now and nervous.
I told her she made the right decision and that
you'd understand."
I didn't want to cause any problems or grief, and
I could see I wouldn't get past the gatekeeper, so
I shook my head and turned down the hall.
I walked inside the room where the priest was
getting ready and talked with him for a few
minutes before he left to make sure the altar
servers knew what they had to do. He said I could
stick it out here if I wanted to, so I took him up
on his offer and sat down on his leather couch
facing the window and watched people wearing suits
and dresses stream into the church.
The door opened and closed behind me. Thinking I
was talking to the priest, I stood up and said,
"Do they have everything straight?"
"Straight?" Tracy asked.
"Oh. I thought you were the priest."
She laughed. "That'll be the day."
Tracy took my place on the couch as I strolled
over to the window with my earlier thoughts of
incest. She spoke again, "The only Biblical story
I know is Lott and his family."
Lott and his family? I knew I should have gone to
the bathroom and jerked off to relieve my desires.
"Who was Lott?" I asked.
"Dad," Tracy said, trying to shame me, "you have
two daughters and you don't know the story of
Lott."
I turned from the window and looked at my
mischievously smiling daughter. "Tracy, the only
bible I've read is the blues bible."
"His wife turned in to a pillar of salt." She
tried to jar a memory that had never been learned.
"They thought they were the only people left on
the earth." She had her feet propped up on the
coffee table opposite the couch bending her knees
as she swayed them back an forth, open and closed.
Her dress started to inch up her legs revealing
more of her nylon covered masterpieces. "Young
women get horny." The dress was above her knees,
the sound of it swishing back and forth covering
my increasing heart rate. She continued as I
walked closer to that delicious smile I wanted to
taste but knew I couldn't bring myself to do so,
"they get their father drunk and then have their
way with him."
My nineteen year old daughter was flirting with
me. I'd seen enough groupies to know what flirting
was, but the groupies were more direct. Everyone
knew what everyone wanted. There was something
hidden here, neither of us knew what was going to
happen. I'm sure both of us thought it was all
innocent. Nothing would come of this flirting.
Nothing could come of it. It was wrong. We
couldn't let anything happen. Anything sexual.
She opened her legs wider, like an invitation to
come enjoy. Her dress moved even higher and I
caught a glimpse of her garter belt wrapped around
her magnificent thighs. Tracy dropped her feet to
the floor and I was afraid I had offended her, I
had gone too far by lusting at her beautiful fit
legs. Legs I desired to have wrapped around my
body, running through my hands. But she was still
smiling as I looked up, devilishly playing with my
mind. She wanted me to sit on the table opposite
her and I did so, not wanting to disappoint such a
beautiful woman.
"Stay here," she said.
I obeyed and put my face in my hands, pretending
to be confounded by my lustful thoughts. I wanted
the warmth of a woman, and I wanted to feel that
warmth on my cock. I wanted her breasts in my
hands, her legs rubbing mine. I desired for her
attention and love. It was wrong, or so they say,
to lust after the woman I wanted. But seeing her
pumping legs, squeezing in and out, imagining it
was her vagina squeezing my blood engorged penis,
moaning with passion as I pumped in and out of
her, I was sent over the edge.
My face in my hands, my mind running wild, I heard
the curtains close behind me immediately followed
by the locking door across the room. There had to
be two people. I looked up from my hands and saw
the most beautiful bride to be in my life. The
height of her sister, she had a similar pretty
face and the same fit build. If it weren't for her
hair being blond, it'd be hard to tell them apart.
I stood up, my cock was still hard, but was hidden
by the tuxedo. Ashamed with my thoughts of Tracy,
I approached Kelly in her short, sexy gown. "Baby,
you look so beautiful," I said. Kelly's tan legs
against the purity of the white dress almost made
me explode in my pants.
My jacket was being taken off by someone behind
me. I turned to see Tracy. The lustful desires
returned. Kelly smiled at Tracy and seeing Kelly's
eyes, I knew my youngest daughter must be smiling
too. I started to try and say something, but Kelly
cut me off, "Daddy," she said. "Sweet, gentle
Daddy."
She drew closer to me as I felt Tracy's hands run
down my arms then across my chest. I thought I was
dreaming and I wanted to wake up so I could
masturbate and get these thoughts out of my mind.
But it wasn't a dream.
"I know you feel like you've let us down. But, we
know you tried your best. We know Mom isn't the
easiest to get along with."
Tracy added in as she continued to stroke my
chest, "We love you Dad. The times we spent
together were precious." Then she gently kissed my
neck. Her gentle breath sending shivers down my
body.
"In fact, it's made us want you more," Kelly said
as she had completely closed the distance.
"This is my fantasy," she said before lightly
tasting my lips.
My hands went under the short wedding dress,
gliding up both of her thighs. Her smooth flesh
wore no nylons or garter belt. When my left hand
reached her moist, trimmed pubic hair I knew she
wanted to be fucked. My dick grew even harder with
anticipation as Kelly's passionate tongue became
more aggressive and told me it was her father's
cock that she wanted in her cunt.
"Tell Dad how much you want him, Kelly." Tracy had
moved from behind me to behind Kelly. While I was
rubbing Kelly's thighs with one hand and teasing
her pussy lips with the fingers of the other,
Tracy was rubbing her sister's breasts and kissing
her on the neck and grabbing at her ear. Then I
felt Tracy's hand join mine in feeling her
sister's wet pussy.
"Ohh, yes, Daddy," Kelly said. My pants were
undone and my daughter had my cock in her hands.
She wiped up some precum with a finger and sucked
it into her mouth before pulling me back into a
kiss. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck this
nasty little girl."
Kelly's hot pussy was the best thing my fingers
have ever felt, and when she moved away, they were
saddened. But she sat on the couch, knees bent and
legs spread apart, like Tracy had done earlier.
She pulled up her dress and I saw her sexy mound
under her white wedding dress. Tracy used that
opening to bend down and take my hard cock in her
young mouth. I bent my head back and ran my
fingers through her hair as she sucked my thick
shaft. Through barely open eyes, I could see Kelly
playing with her clit, licking up her juices.
Kelly couldn't take anymore, and wasn't sure how
much more of her sister's excellent sucking I
could take, because she ordered me over to her.
"Come fuck me, Daddy. I want your big cock in my
hot pussy now. I want us to cum together."
Tracy heard her sister's moans and released me
from her grasp, moving over to Kelly. My daughters
started to kiss, Tracy giving her sibling a taste
of what her pussy was about to experience.
I moved between Kelly's thighs, sliding my hands
over the most precious feeling flesh I could know,
that of my daughter. "Ohh, baby. You're so
beautiful. Daddy can't help himself. My cock is
aching for you." I admired her beauty and glory
and moved my face to her wet pussy. Her juices
were arousing and my tongue circled her lips,
taking her love in.
"Ohh, Daddy," she said as I inserted my tongue as
deep as it would go, then brought it back out and
tasted the surrounding flesh of her clit. "I want
you to fuck me so bad."
My cock couldn't take anymore either. I had to
feel my daughter's heat surround my dick. I got up
with anticipation of the wonderful feeling of a
woman completely taking you in her life and saw
Tracy sucking on her sister's nipples. I held my
cock up to Kelly's steamy opening, feeling the
blood pump underneath my fingers. I slowly slid it
in a short distance, her heat was overwhelming as
I pondered the consequence of this forbidden
action. I wanted this young woman, my daughter.
Kelly wrapped her legs around my back, as if
sensing my hesitation, and pulled my fully inside
of her. "Fuck me, please. Ohh, god your big cock
feels so good. Cum in me, Daddy. I want to feel
your cum run down my legs when I say my vows."
"Ohh, baby. Your pussy is so tight and hot on
Daddy's big dick. This is the best pussy I've ever
had. Daddy wants to fuck his two daughters more
than anything in this world." I pumped lovingly,
but the feeling grew too intense to control. "Tell
me how you want your daddy, baby."
"Ohh, god. I'm cumming Daddy. Cum with me too."
Her hips thrust her pussy deep onto my willing
cock.
"Fuck your daughter harder," Tracy commanded.
I looked up from my hazy lust to see my two girls
tongue fuck each other's mouths.
"Your pussy is so great on my hard cock, baby.
Daddy's going to cum. I love you baby." With that,
our two bodies erupted into an uncontrolled
orgasm. Wave over wave I pumped my cum into my
daughter, her pussy massaging every last drop out,
legs squeezing my ass tight to her.
My penis softened inside of Kelly, and I gave her
a loving kiss. "I love you, Kelly. I'll do
anything for you. Either of you girls."
"That's good," Tracy said as she stepped out of
her bridesmaid dress, her black bra and high heels
she kept on, accenting her fit body. "Because I
started to get jealous seeing your big cock in my
sister's pussy." She took my position between her
sister's legs as I rolled off to the side.
My naughty girls began to kiss each other and I
moved the table farther away so I could stand
behind Tracy. Kelly unsnapped her sister's bra
which had a direct effect on my ever hardening
cock, but it still wasn't quite ready. My hands
stroked Tracy's hips as I rubbed my dick around
her ass and between her legs. I felt her back up,
so I gave her room as I realized she was going
down on her sister. Kelly had her eyes closed, but
I could see the pure pleasure on her face as her
sister tasted the mixture of a daughter/father
orgasm.
Tracy was ready to be fucked. She had spread her
legs apart and with her high heels on and her head
down on her sister, her ass was bucked up just
perfect. I had to taste her first. So I got down
on the floor between her legs, and lifting my head
up, started to lick her sopping pussy. She aided
me with a finger stroking her clit as I licked
inside her lips.
Her moans sent me over the edge. Neither of us
could take it anymore. I got up behind her with my
hands wrapped around her hips, still bucked up and
her legs farther apart, her tongue still
pleasuring her sister even more. I looked down at
her calves, propped up by the heels, and
remembered her walking down the hall. Closing my
eyes, I pulled us together, my fattened cock
pressing deep in her hot, wet, pussy.
"Ohh, Tracy." I groaned with each slow thrust.
"Baby you're so hot." My hands stroked her moving
hips and ass which met my thrusts. "Watching you
eat your sister has Daddy ready to cum again."
"Dad your big cock feels so good moving in and
out. Slow it down so we can cum together."
I abided by her wish. Moving with painfully slow
motions when I wanted to thrust one last, deep
time, I controlled myself to hold off. My balls
ached to release, my cock growing fatter, I had to
unleash this orgasm. The sight of my two daughters
together with their father, the feeling of both
wrapped around me, loving me, getting off on me,
was more than I could control. My stomach started
to tighten. "Baby, I'm cumming." I felt my load
well up inside of me preparing to explode with
each thrust.
"Cum in me, Daddy. Mix with mine."
I had waited long enough. My daughter's
contractions around my shaft exploded the cum from
my cock. "Fuck," I grunted as I continued to pump
my girl, eyes closed to all the world.
Before the last load ended I felt someone grasp my
arm. It was Kelly. She knelt down to her sister's
ass and pulled me out. Tracy turned around with an
exhausted look on her face and smiled as her
sister said, "I want to kiss my husband with the
taste of the two people I cherish the most in my
mouth. My sister and my loving father."
With that, I closed my eyes and felt her soft,
beautiful mouth massage the last ounce of cum out
of me.
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