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Subject: EBS: A Family Pact * REPOST

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This is a service of the Erotic Broadcast Service! The following story is not written by me nor do I agree/diagree with its contents. I am simply posting this story so that concenting adults who might not find this disagreable will enjoy it. If anyone who has written a better legal disclaimer, I would appreciate it very much if you would send me a copy to use with my postings.

Now the for the legal part, to make this simple but clear, "Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD and reading this story does not break any kind of law in your community/city/state." Thanks.

(edited by EROS!)

It was one of those fantastically languid moments. The intensity of
the orgasm left my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak as I lay on
the couch, afraid that I might just flow off it into a puddle on the
floor. I open my eyes and see my wife's back, lightly tanned, and the twin,
creamy firm orbs of her paler buttocks, mechanically, automatically,
rising and falling over my softening cock. Nina is still milking the
last out of her intensely powerful orgasm... but I am totally spent.

I hear a noise, and there in the doorway is Sue, our youngest
daughter. Only a girl, yet so grown-up-looking and womanly-wise.. She
has been watching us make love... watching my long, thick cock pound up
inside her mother's clasping, bouncing cunt until finally we both
achieved the delicious release we were striving for.

Young Sue stares at us through passion-glazed eyes, her own voyeuristic
arousal patently obvious. The crotch of her white leotard has bunched
between the lips of her young pussy, and her wetness has stained through,
to sensuously darken the thin strip of fabric pulled tightly into her
slit. She is such a gorgeous-looking girl, her long, blonde hair
cascading down her back, her long, slender legs muscular and tanned. I
feel the need to say something to my wife, warn her that our daughter is
watching us make love... but I'm so spent that I cannot speak. Somehow it
doesn't seem wrong to let her watch. It all seems so... so natural.

My cock softens so that the head drops out of the grasp of my wife's
tight clinging cunt and thuds against my stomach. It is oiled with our
fluids, gleaming in the light of the fire that burns next to us. Nina's
rhythmic motion is so subtle now I can only discern it from the
contractions of her shoulders, I cannot detect the small rise and fall of
her body. She still straddles me, and beneath the cleft of her buttocks I
can see the stringy droplets resulting from our friction spilling from
her and sticking to the dewy hair on my upper thighs. Her right hand
reaches behind her, between her parted thighs, and I feel Nina's fingers
curl around my limp prick. I can feel her finger-tips adhere to the goo
that coats my cock, and the tightness of the sticky bond when she pulls
her hand away.

Nina lifts herself off me, swinging her leg over my chest. I can
see her thighs gleam from our spill. She walks over to the chair were the
towel lies spread, our pubic hair scattered and stuck to the threads by
the shaving lubricant we used earlier. From her silhouette projected on
the wall I watch as Nina wipes herself clean. I look around the shadowy
room with the flicking flames casting a varied depth of light, but cannot
see Sue. Nina leaves, after finding the towel was soiled, to wash
herself. I lie naked on my back and close my eyes.

I remember our love-making.

I can feel the walls of Nina's cunt engulf me, slipping over my
erection like a soft suede glove flexes and grips my fingers. And the way
her the muscles of her vagina rippled over the length of cock once it was
fully embedded in her. At that moment I was lost, clenching and
unclenching my scrotum and feeling the vibrations pulse along my length.
My eyes closed. Nina pulsing my cock. I don't know where I was, somewhere
in the agony before the ecstasy. Another universe. Then I feel one of
Nina's fingers joining my cock in her cunt. Tonight she feels the not
infrequent need to really have her cunt really stretched. It felt good.

Nina's cunt massaged me, her finger massaged me, the nail at its end
scratching against the underside of my cock head, its hardness muted by
the wetness of Nina's secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there,
trying to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose and dropped
hard onto my prick. I knew she was coming. Her finger pressed against my
cock and her palm ground against her clit with the rhythm of our fucking,
and I came too.

I return to the present. Reliving that orgasm, each sensation is some
catharsis to reenter the real world. My brain is here. The room is dark,
and only red embers glow from the fire place. The wood is damp and the
room smoky, it reminds me of the wet Appalachian apple orchards of the
harvest times of my youth. Naked I throw some more logs on the coals and
stoke the fire. The little light from the fireplace emits a gauzy
reflection off the window panes, but I see a slender figure beyond them
on the screen porch. The flames behind me warm my back and backside, but
my chest feels cold. I can almost feel the damp coldness wash over from
the lake through the close door.

Sue does not turn when I come out to the porch, but stares at the ice
dark lake water, or perhaps the fast-moving cumulus clouds that are the
silver lining of a starry sky. For the first time I hear the wind
whistling. I feel I must talk to my daughter, say something to her...
explain... anything. I sense that she is troubled by what she saw, but I
don't know it it is embarrassment, guilt or even jealousy. I put my hands
on her shoulders, in a fatherly gesture. She does not flinch, she knows I
am there. I want to press my body against her, but she is obviously
upset... there should be space here now. It is hard for both of us to
come to terms with the intimacy she has witnessed. I suddenly have an
uncontrollable urge to share it with her.

Sue has shared our parental love for her, but never actually witnessed
our physical love until now. It's as if she's been in our lives, loving
us both, but in a cameo role. I can understand the indignant flexing of
her back, and the way her shoulders melt into my palms. I ask Sue if she
would like to come back inside, now that the fire is roaring. It is cold
out here.

She turns, and for the first time realises that I am still naked. Her
eyes seem to sparkle mischievously in the firelight and I seem to detect
a tiny smile lift the corners of her mouth as my cock brushes
inadvertently against her thigh. I shiver at the momentary contact, but
not because of the cold. Come on inside, I tell her with a grin, before
your poor old Dad catches pneumonia. I sit her on the couch in front of
the fire and go in search of my wife.

Nina is in the kitchen. I tell her everything, except the fact that
the idea of our own daughter watching us have sex actually turned me on.
But Nina is no fool. She nuzzles my neck and whispers; "You want to fuck
her, don't you?" What can I say. I shrug my shoulders non-committally and
just stare at her stupidly. I could never successfully lie to Nina.

"It's okay, leave everything to me," she whispers, "Now go keep her
company while I get us some drinks" I shake my head in disbelief, but do
as Nina says. I always have.

Sue is still on the couch where I left her, fidgeting uneasily. We sit
beside one another, separated by a palm width of propriety, she in her
gleaming leotard while I am still naked. I watch as the light from the
burning logs flickers over her beautiful face. She has her mother's
fair looks, serene yet with a tantalizing hint of devilment about her.
There are freckles on her cheeks that almost glow as the tongues of flame
lick outward in the fireplace. I can feel my daughter's flush rise from
the warmth of the blaze before us. I long to savour that young animal
heat rising from her tender flesh with my hands, but to feel it is
inappropriate. We stare at the depth of the fire, apart, together.

Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a bottle of wine and
three glasses and sets it down on the table in front of the overstuffed
couch catty corner to the Ottoman where I sit beside Sue. Nina is wearing
a silk wrap around gown that barely reaches to the top of her thighs and
that is translucent in the roar of the fire. Nina's light brown hair
drops over this fine material and seems to be organic, pulsing in the
light of the flames. She tells me to clean myself, and I realize that our
outpourings have gelled on my lower body. I leave, as instructed and wash
my genitals in the sink of our white tiled bathroom. The warm water from the
faucet flows over my nether parts, the bar of soap cleaning the evidence
our strenuous coupling away with its bubbling lather. In the bedroom I
find a pair of grey cotton drawstring pants and a black T-shirt and put
them on.

Five minutes have passed when I return to the room. From the top of
the varnished stairs I can see the fire has ebbed, and that Nina and Sue
sit close together on the couch. Their bodies are white, but the
luminesce of Nina's gown glares over the whiteness of Sue's body suit.
Their arms and heads are dull shadows, Sue's blonde head a nightlight,
Nina's light brown hair a texture in the penumbra of her radiance. I walk
down the stairs behind the couch. For a moment I think that Sue is
crying. Her head is almost buried into the crotch of her mother's armpit,
and Nina is caressing Sue's back. My bare feet let me move silently
across the hardwood floor but Nina looks up as I approach. I catch her
glance and its message.

Slowly Nina's caresses pull the straps of Sue's leotard off her
shoulders. I place my hands on Sue's neck, my fingers dwelling over its
nape, tracing over the shape of the vertebrae. I help push the straps
down my daughter's upper arms and palm the corner of each shoulder with
each hand, as I held her earlier on the porch. Again I want to press my
body against her back. Nina nuzzles Sue's cheek and neck. I watch as Nina
slowly works the top of Sue's leotard down. I can see from my vantage
point, behind the couch, the creamy swell of her firm young breasts
emerge to the light. Sue's nipples are distended, almost like grub worms,
in their erectness. I long to pinch them, or at least cup her breasts
like I do her shoulders, but instead I watch as Nina's nose and mouth
trace a line of kisses and pressure to the cleavage between Sue's
breasts.

For a moment I am entranced. Watching my wife in an intimate embrace
with our daughter is hard to believe, but the sight is an incredible
turn-on. I watch as my daughter's young breasts are revealed in all their
glory. She is so young and perfect. I feel drawn to her, compelled to
worship her gorgeous young body as my wife is doing, so I kneel on the
floor. I press my face under her hair and kiss the space against her neck
that Nina just recently vacated. I can feel Sue's breath expelling
downwards on to my face, with its aromas of Shiraz, apple and Nina. I
close my eyes and bury my face behind Sue's left ear, drowning in the sea
of my daughter's silky blonde hair.

Blinded, my left hand explores on its own. I sense it tracing down
Sue's forearm and can see in my mind's eye it forays over Sue's speckled
tanned skin. Instinctively I know that Nina has moved on. As I kiss Sue's
hair line behind her ear, my hand bridges that gap between her ulna and
ribs and my fingers feel the crease where her left breast meets her
chest. My fingers reach upwards over the spherical incline until I feel
her knotty nipple between the cleft of my middle and index finger. I
squeeze my digits, clasping her breast and pinching Sue's nipple warmly,
not tightly. God, I am feeling up my own daughter! Pure heaven.

To check on Nina I remove my face from the nest of Sue's hair. Nina is
almost kneeling on the couch. Sue's leotard has been pulled down to below
her waist and rests tightly over her tips. My right hand slips from Sue's
shoulder to mirror-image my left. It holds her breast, and I gently pinch
my fingers together and feel the stiff nubbins of my daughter's nipples
enveloped in the soft web of flesh between my longest fingers. Emboldened
by her moans of arousal, my mouth finds hers, and we kiss. Sue's eyes
close when our lips entwine, but I look down and watch as Nina's tongue
swirls around and into Sue's navel. A part of me can't believe this is
happening, as I watch my own wife pay homage to our teenage daughter
with her mouth.

I can see Nina pulling down the bunched leotard with her left hand,
trying to bring it over Sue's jutting pelvis, while her right hand
strokes the tops of Sue's thighs. Almost imperceptibly Sue's legs begin
to widen. I kiss her harder, and think I see the damp spot over the
crotch of her leotard expand. The sight is incredibly arousing.

Nina lifts her head from Sue's stomach and kneels on the floor.
Swiftly she lifts Sue's legs over her head and lays them lengthwise on
the couch. This movement breaks my kiss with Sue, whose head falls onto
the seat of the sofa. I kneel in a vacuum behind the couch. Nina pulls at
the leotard bunched at Sue's waist, and I watch as Sue lifts her hips so
as to allow her mother to fully undress her. I watch as the white
clothing is stripped down Sue's legs and hoops through the final hurdle
of her ankles. My eyes travel up my daughter's legs to her naked crotch.
Her cunt-hair is almost non-existent and in the dull fire-light, the
blonde fuzz covering her plump mound is completely transparent.

My cock leaps to attention at the sight of my little daughter's sweet
sex, so lewdly exposed. Nina rests her head on the tops of Sue's thighs,
and I gasp as my wife's tongue extends and licks tentatively at the
girl's naked cuntslit. Sue's legs widen, almost reluctantly, and Nina's
tongue slides over the pebble-like clitoris and darts between Sue's outer
labia. My fingers touch Sue's temples, and trace downwards over the
outline over her cheekbone to her chin. She turns her face so that her
mouth can entrap my right index finger to the second knuckle and sucks
its length hard. She gazes up at me as she does so, and the look of pure
lust on her pretty little face tells me that she'd rather be sucking her
Daddy's cock.

I escape Sue's mouth. My fingers trace over the sharp outline of her
collar bone, and down the ridge between her breasts. Her skin is soft but
somehow my fingertips can feel the dimple of every pore. My hands are
instinctively drawn to and dance over the incredibly firm mounds of my
daughter's breasts. I lean over the back of the couch and grasp a nipple
in my mouth. I let my teeth clench it while my tongue washes it with my
saliva. I pull my face away, still gripping the erect flesh, almost
trying to strip it of its skin, and then give the same attention to its
twin. My tongue then plies its trade around the swollen aureoles at the
base of each nipple. Sucking my daughter's nipples like this has my cock
as hard as a rock. I can feel it trying to escape through the waistband
of my pants.

Suddenly, Sue moans loudly and I feel her whole body shudder. When I
look down, I can see Nina's reddening cheeks. Nina's whole mouth is
locked around the opening of our daughter's pussy and she is sucking like
she sucked my cock earlier, drawing the blood to Sue's tissue surface and
sucking Sue's aroused young clit. While I can't see it I know that as she
sucks, Nina's tongue is working. I have seen my wife with other women
before and I imagine her stiff, wriggling tongue probing the tasty
recesses of Sue's hairless young pussy, darting deeply into our
daughter's tight little fuckhole, flicking maddeningly at her engorged
clit. I watch Sue's stomach convulse, knowing what Nina is doing to the
young girl with her tongue. Knowing that she is making her own
daughter... our daughter.. climax into her mouth.

As Sue relaxes, Nina release her cuntal kiss, and looks up at me, her
lips and chin glistening with our daughter's secretions. I stand and step
out of my pants. I walk to the front of the couch after moving the coffee
table to give us some more room. I kneel next to Nina, who is kissing and
licking the area between Sue's navel and slit, and kiss Sue. She is
shaking, and it is hard for our lips to press together, but I feel her
hand instinctively run up my thigh, gently touch my balls, and then ring
her thumb and fingers around the base of my cock. I feel her tiny fist
follow my length, stopping beneath the flared head, gently squeezing. I
can't believe the feeling. I have had many women fondle my erect prick
before, but this is my own sweet, sexy little girl... my daughter... my
baby! It feels like I am having my cock touched for the very first
time....

Sue's digits massage my foreskin, attempting to pull it over the
stretching head of my prick. I can feel Sue pull me toward her. Nina
moves aside to let me at our daughter and I crawl on the couch. All this
time Sue's fingers are locked around me, pulling, coaxing, squeezing. I
look down into my daughter's eyes and see my own animal lust reflected
there. There is no need for me to ask. She wants this even more than I
do! As I lower myself, Sue guides the head of my cock against the
glistening folds of her young cunt, rubbing the head once or twice
through the slit before popping it eagerly into the tight ring of her
juvenile fuckhole.

Pushing my hips forward, I enter her easily. Like any father, I am
somewhat disappointed. My little girl is not a virgin, and I silently
curse the boy (or man) who took that ultimate pleasure away from me.
However the feeling of loss lasts but a moment as my cock is gripped by
my daughter's little-used cunt-muscles. The walls of her little pussy
clasp my prick tightly but allow me to slide easily into her. This is not
like the snug familiar confines of her mother. My baby's pussy is hot,
and wet and very, VERY tight!

Slowly, so as not to hurt her tiny hole too much, I begin to thrust in
and out. I enjoy every fold of Sue's hot young flesh rippling over my
length. Her upper thighs grip my hips, and then slowly move up my body,
clenching my waist, then the lower reaches of my ribcage. I keep my
thrusting slow, but then withdraw to swing her legs over my shoulders,
enter her again and feel the backs of her knees clenching my shoulders. I
will not speed up this slow deliberate rhythm, though I sense my daughter
wants me to push harder and faster.

Nina has lifted Sue's head and now sits on the couch, cradling Sue's
head in her crotch. Nina's robe has opened, and I can see the erectness
of her pink nipples. I look at Nina's face as she watches me fuck our
daughter. She is extremely excited and whispers encouragement as I begin
to plow Sue's hot, slippery little slit with more and more force.

"Fuck her!" snarls Nina. "Fuck her horny little cunt!" My wife's words
are incredibly exciting. And I stare into her wild, lust-filled eyes as I
fuck our gorgeous willing daughter.

In a motherly gesture, Nina wipes the sweat from Sue's brow and her
body jerks slightly with each thrust of my cock into Sue. I can almost
taste the smell emanating from my daughter's pussy as I fuck her, the
moaning little girl seems to emanate sex from every pore of her body, but
I'm locked in my stare with Nina. I am about to cum in Sue's tight,
sucking cunt but Nina whispers; No, not yet, and shakes her head.
Reluctantly I withdraw my cock from Sue, and stare down into her wide
young disappointed eyes apologetically.

Nina instructs me to lie down and helps our daughter to climb on top
of me. I lean back against the arm of the couch and watch as my wife
maneuvers our daughter over my cock. Sue squats on my glistening cock, I
can feel her middle finger against the underside of my shaft as she
directs its length into her tiny cunt once more. The soft folds of her
adolescent pussy-lips engulf my cockhead as Sue lowers herself onto me.
The finger pressing against my prick enters with me and Sue cups my balls
with the palm of her hand. Sue lifts and drops in a slow rhythm that
matches the slothful pace I took fucking her mother earlier.

Sue's eyes are closed, her cute little mouth open and panting. I feel
her pubic bone crush against my own as she grinds her slender young hips
over my pumping pelvis. I can feel her adolescent cunt-walls gripping and
ungripping me powerfully, much more tightly than her mother, yet at the
same time very familiar. Her tiny breasts are crushed against my chest,
sweaty from our exertions. Sue's elongated nipples rubbed against my own.
I close my own eyes and start to fuck my cock up into her belly strongly.
Just knowing that it is my own, sweet, sexy little daughter who is
bouncing her cunt down onto my raging prick is enough to make me come on
the spot, but I try to hold back, wanting to make our first incestuous
fuck truly memorable.

Nina's hands intervene. She is behind our daughter, and cups Sue
breasts. At first I thought it was to aid our sensuality, but Nina tries
to pull Sue's back down to the couch. Sue does this, pulling my cock down
to an obtuse angle that makes it hard to fuck her. In a frenzy of lust,
Nina tries to aim her shaven crotch onto our daughter face, but I can see
this makes Sue uncomfortable. I take Nina's hand as I slide down the
couch so that I now lie flat on my back, away from resting on the sofa's
armrest. Sue grabs my cock and straddles me again, reinserting my long,
sticky shaft back into her tight young cunt where it belongs. Soon she
begins to rise and fall over the length of my cock once more, throwing
her head back and moaning with pleasure at the deep penetration. Her
slippery cunt almost loses grip at the apex of her rhythm, but the strong
downward force of her body holds me in place. I am surprised at her
technique, and instinctively wonder how many other cocks she has fucked
like this. It can't be many because she's only a teenager and she's as
tight as a virgin. Yet still, I know that there have been others... and I
envy each and every one of them with a father's natural jealousy.

Sue has quickened her pace, bouncing up and down on me now, like she
saw her mother doing in this very spot, less than an hour ago. Nina sits
on the arm of the couch and slowly lower her hips. I reach out to touch
her with my tongue. I can see her dew condensing on the inner opening
between her puffy red cuntlips. My wife is very aroused, so I see, from
the swelling and darkening of her labia. She lowers her crotch on my
face, so that my nose pushes against the tight orchid of her anus and my
mouth and tongue dwell over her cunt. I work my lips and tongue on her,
tasting every drop that emanates from her tantalizingly wet hole.

I can't believe it. Here I am lying on my living-room sofa, with my
daughter's tight cunt impaled on my cock and my wife's gooey cunt sliding
around on my face... Jesus, I'm fucking them both! Sue is working my
cock, ever faster. I feel her cup my balls and squeeze them, while her
other hand holds the base of shaft with two fingers and a thumb and rubs
it in a beat totally different from the hips that pound around me. I feel
like I have two cocks, fucking or be fucked at different paces. And they
are both about to come.

Nina leans forward and kisses Sue. One of Nina's hands caresses the
point of union between me and our daughter as I fuck her, her fingers
forming a ring above Sue's and matching Sue's crazy hand jive; another
finger strokes Sue's clitoris in that same rhythm. Nina's other hand
floats over Sue's tiny breasts squeezing and massaging them. Soon I feel
one of Sue's hands passing through the shaven crotch above my face, and
my tongue laps the index finger that finds it way into my mouth. I can
feel Sue's pubescent lust mount as she pounds me urgently. Nina starts to
rub her cunt across my face. My left hand joins Nina's rubbing the outer
reaches of our daughter's hairless cock-filled little crotch. Nina is
gushing into my mouth. I think my pelvis will shatter from Sue's
pounding. I fell my prick being sucked by my daughter's powerful orgasm,
and as it is released momentarily my welling come gushes into her,
filling her heaving, little womb with my sperm, the same sperm that had
gushed into her mother all those years ago to give her life.

Sue rises again her cunt gripping, almost sucking, and thrusts down
again as another spurt escapes me. Nina is literally grinding into my
face. Then, with a loud scream, my wife comes too, filling my mouth with
her juices as I fuck the last few spurts of fatherly jism into our
writhing, squealing and very satisfied young daughter.

Later, as we lay entangled in front of the fire in the after-glow of
our first familial fuck, we made a decision... a family pact if you
like... no secrecy, no locked doors, no false modesty, and above all,
where sex was concerned... no holds barred!

Sue is 20 now and married to a very nice young guy named Dave. Luckily
Dave comes from an equally broad-minded family. Otherwise he would have
stormed out of the house on Sue's wedding day when he found Nina and I
giving Sue a little `bon voyage' fuck right there on the very couch where
it all started, seven wonderful years ago. Instead, Dave just grinned,
took off his clothes and shoved his huge cock into my more-than-willing
wife. As Dave fucked Nina to orgasm after orgasm, on the floor, I did for
same for my beautiful, newly-wed daughter. Kissing the bride was never so
much fun!

Sue and Dave are regular visitors here now and the same `family pact'
we agreed on all those years ago still applies. Sometimes Dave brings
some of his equally broad-minded family with him... All I can say is
that Christmas reunions at our house these days are a real BALL! :) ;)

The End.

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