This is the first story I ever wrote (with the help of a gay friend to help me through some of the "think like a guy" parts), and I wasn't sure what my writing style was, yet. The first few chapters will be from the perspective of individual characters, but after 4 or 5 (7 or 8? don't remember) chapters I just started writing like a normal person :-P I started rewriting the beginning to match the style of the most recent chapters, but it was just so much work... and I have other stories I need to tell, too... so if the perspective shifts seem super annoying, hang in there, because they don't last long, I think. I have like 10 or so chapters already written, and I will need to convert them to these webpages one at a time, so hang in there, it gets better... and sorry in advance if you think it sucks. :-( But IMO it gets better.
Chapter 7 - Mf
Stephen's Perspective: After the Weekend.
Friday night had been fun, fucking my wife Christine and then right after trading "cummies" with my daughter Lindsey, as she called orgasms, but the rest of the weekend was dull by
comparison. Christine was distant as usual, updating her online real estate listings for the most part, and Lindsey spent Saturday afternoon at her friend Veronica's house,
stayed the night, and didn't get dropped off at home until mid Sunday afternoon.
She seemed distant when she got home, but that's not unusual when her Mom is
around and we can't be affectionate with each other. I just had a nap and
caught up on some software contracting work while I was free from my favorite little
distraction.
But Monday morning was back to our routine.... which I looked forward to every day.
Christine has to be to work early, so she is the first one up and in the shower. As soon as she gets out and comes to our bedroom
wrapped in a towel to start getting dressed, I get up and get Lindsey out of bed and get her breakfast,
pack her lunch, and get her stuff together for school. Christine is out the door every morning at 7:30, a quick goodbye and she's
gone. No kiss. Which leaves 24 minutes until Lindsey's bus pulls up.... and we don't waste time.
I let Lindsey set the scene every morning.... I love it all, so I let her choose how she wants to play... and this morning I
see she wore a skirt, I like when she wears skirts. As soon as her mother's car was out of the driveway she was untying my robe, grabbing my quickly hardening cock, and telling me to lie in the floor.
She's quiet as she exposes me, she's usually more vocal, but I go with it as she
drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth, quickly getting me hard.
She knows we don't have much time, so we always get right to
it. Her mouth had me seeing cross-eyed so before I knew it she had her skirt pulled up over
her waist and she straddled me in a 69 position, her beautiful, tiny, hairless little ass and pussy on my chest. Because she is still so short we can't really lick each
other at the same time... and she didn't seem to want to stop giving her Daddy an amazing blowjob, so I licked my fingers, brought my hand up between her thighs, and rubbed
her my daughter's soft little pussy from behind.
15 minutes until her bus, and she was working me hard.... her mouth bobbing up and down on my cock, one hand working the base of my shaft, the other gently holding my
balls.... she is fascinated by my testicles, since I explained to her that half of her was created in them, and how I had an orgasm inside her mommy and shot
sperm her into her mommy's womb where the girly Lindsey sperm found Mommy's egg,
her other half. She says she likes giving all her little brothers and sisters extra attention before I
shoot them out. God I love her. And this entire time I am rubbing her pussy and clit until she is nice and wet, until she starts
rocking her hips, rubbing her mound against my chest.... that tells me she is hot enough to go a little farther.... and I slide my middle finger into her small, tight, wet vagina. I feel more than I hear her squeal against my cock.... the
vibrations are heavenly...and she humps against my finger as I slide it in and out of my daughter.
10 minutes until her bus and we have a rhythm.... she bobs her head up and down on her daddy's cock as I slide now 2 fingers in and out of her dripping little pussy, and rub
my thumb against her clit. Her moans are continuous, and I can't hold out much longer.
7 minutes until the bus and I cum... and she sucks so hard, swallowing every drop... all of her brothers and sisters into her tummy, "So now they are a part of me, too, just
like I was part of mommy" she once said to me....
5 minutes until the bus and she sits back against my face, my tongue loving the taste of my beautiful daughter's little pussy... it doesn't take her long with my tongue
flicking at her clit, and she has a powerful orgasm on my face, pushing down so hard I spend a good minute
without any oxygen.
4 minutes until the bus we spend a few moments in the afterglow, her turned around on my chest, kissing each other lightly, she tasting herself on my lips, me tasting my cum
on her tongue... catching our breath... she wont look me in the eye?
3 minutes until the bus and she pulls her panties out from under the couch cushion where she had them hidden, and slides them on, and
smoothes out her skirt...
2 minutes until the bus, I get on my knees to be closer to her height and we kiss and hug at the door. I tell her I love her more than anything in the world, she tells me
that she will be mine forever, she promises... and she is out into the world, again. From the window I watch her chat and giggle with other girls at the bus stop, looking for all the
world like any other 10 year old girl. She glances back at me in the window as she climbs into the bus and then the doors close and she is gone for the day.
I put on some coffee... I have things to do today and after that exertion I need some caffeine or I will be tempted to go back to bed and nap in the afterglow. Almost
8 years now of trading orgasms with my daughter, and every time is still as thrilling as the first time. I didn't think that intensity of emotion and sexual need was possible
to sustain with anyone after so many years, yet here I am.
Well, I'd better get my "house husband" work done before she gets off the bus at
3:30 this afternoon.... I don't want to waste any of the fleeting alone time she and I have
together before Christine gets home from work.