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Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 07:16:40 +0000
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A History Lesson
by midnightblues76 ©
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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