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   A lot of times, people tell me that I'm wise beyond my years.  I get
kind of tired hearing that.  I want to say, "Well, gee, when you watch your
mom deal with and dying from cancer from the time you're eleven, you might
grow up a little faster, too, don't you think?" But, I don't say that
because my mom, my dad, and my grandparents all raised me to be respectful
of others.  Not to say that I always succeed.  I confess to being impatient
with stupid people, with people who are prejudice, and narrow minded.
   The past few years have been a little crazy.  First, my dad told me that
his love for me was different than -- more than -- how a dad usually loves
his daughter.  That was incredible, knowing the power of his love for me.
It was -- and is -- so big that I still can't even begin to understand how
amazing it is.  My dad is my best friend, my father, and now, my lover. 
Then, daddy brought Ken into our circle.  Ken is dad's lover.  I know this
all sounds pretty bizarre, but from the inside, all I can say is that there
is nothing more right on the planet.  Ken loves both of us so much, I feel
as though he has built a suit of armor around us that nothing can even
penetrate.
   I wish I could explain about my dad.  He has an IQ that can't be
measured.  He gobbles up knowledge, learning, and information like most
people eat their cheerios.  His brain just is a freak of nature.  AND,
unlike a lot of geniuses, daddy is also really grounded.  It's his heart
that has always made me feel a little bit vulnerable.  While he is a
ruthless businessman, he BELIEVES people, he believes IN people.  And, when
they do him wrong, he gets wounded more deeply than it would seem to make
sense.  It's like he is always innocent.  So, even though I trust him to
make decisions and to be my dad in every possible way, when mom died,
losing her steady hand and her common sense left me feeling as though I'd
better get street smart REALLY fast.
   When dad was getting to be friends and then falling in love with Ken,
and Ken was falling in love with not just dad, but both of us, Ken brought
back that common sense, solid piece that was missing.  Ken is a really
smart man, too, but mortal smart, not other-worldly smart like daddy.  Now,
I feel so relieved.  Daddy has someone to love him as much as I do, but
also who has all the experience you need in the world that I don't have
yet.
   I guess it's pretty obvious that my life isn't that of a "normal"
eighteen-year old young woman.  Well, it never was.  I grew up with more
money that I even knew we had.  Both my parents and all of my grand parents
loved me.  Then, my mom died, and then I sent my dad on a hunting trip that
resulted in his getting to be lovers with Ken and then he told me how he
feels about me and then we became a family of lovers with Ken.
   And, soon, I'm going to leave my home and both of my lovers to go to
Stanford.  Ken was so happy I chose to go to his alma mater, and even
though daddy pretended to be sad I didn't choose HIS graduate school alma
mater, he understood that I really hated the feeling in Cambridge.  Maybe
I'm too much of a westerner, or maybe I've just been around too many
self-consciously snobby people.  I just didn't feel good in the East.  So,
as I write this little entry into our family's tale, I'm gazing out the
window of my beloved home and trying to figure out how to scheme to get
daddy and Ken to be very regular visitors to Palo Alto.
   At first, I thought I'd live in the dorms for a year, but then when we
started thinking through their visits and what life might actually look
like and we decided that it would end up being more stressful for all of us
for them to fly in and get hotels every time they were here.  So, Ken made
a weekend trip to Palo Alto and came home and handed me a set of keys.  He
bought a house.  I call it my stereotype house.  It's white.  With a picket
fence.  And green shutters.  It's pretty close to campus and it's private
enough that we won't have to worry about folks who are curious about us. 
Not that there's really much to be curious about, right?
   Our lives have been a whirlwind these past few months.  I think that
going to school and living alone for the first time ever is going to be
good for me.  I'm double majoring in pre-law and engineering, because I
fully anticipate going to work for my father in the family business and I
want to understand at least to some degree, the products we build so that I
can be as good an attorney as I am able.  Dad and Ken insisted that we hire
someone to live in cook and "make my life as stress free as possible." You
should have heard those conversations.  "Whom will we hire from whom we
won't have to hide?" "Should we advertise on Craigslist?"
   As usual, it was the woman who came up with the solution.  :> I was just
being practical.  There is only one person who knows about us, Ken's
assistant manager at his bar, Aran.  When Ken told Aran about him and
daddy, Aran promptly came out to Ken.  Ken was blown away.  Aran had worked
for Ken since he graduated from Portland State.  Aran had only come out
about a year before, and had not wanted to tell Ken for fear of weirding
him out.  Sometimes being a man of few words makes people misunderstand
him. Aran thought Ken would be homophobic.  Ken is the most loving,
accepting man in the world.
   But, anyway, Aran was finding our town too small and although he loved
working for Ken, he wanted to move to San Francisco.  I called him one day
and asked how he'd feel about coming to live with me and being able to get
away on the weekends into the City.  I said that Palo Alto wasn't even as
exciting as our town, but I wondered if he'd want to think about it.  He
did, and in the end, he said yes.  Then, I told dad and Ken.  It meant that
Ken would have to find a new assistant, but he and dad were both so
relieved that Aran would be with me that Ken wasn't worried about the rest.
Aran asked for only one thing: we were NOT allowed to call the mother in
law house in which he'd live a mother in law house.
   So, the house was getting readied, my stuff was on its way, and daddy
and Ken planned a little getaway for this weekend, and they would deposit
me at the end of the weekend in my new place.
   I had no idea to where we were off this evening.  It was a glorious fall
evening and I was ready to go -- wherever this adventure would take us. 
This last little window of carefree time, I intended to treasure it before
the next part of my life began.
   My cell rang.  Daddy was calling me.
   "Is this the world's most perfect daughter?" he asked.
   "Hi, daddy.  No, this is the slightly imperfect one, would you like to
speak with the perfect one?  She's polishing her halo," I said, laughing.
   "Hmm, well, no, I will speak to this one.  I like the sound of her
voice. Hey, Jess, did you pack everything on the list and are you ready to
leave?" "Daddy, the list included 'toothbrush, toiletries, and your iPod
because I know you wouldn't leave it'.  I think it's safe to say I'm
ready."
   "Well, good, because Ken will be there in about three minutes to pick
you up, love.  See you when you get to the hangar.  I love you, Jessegirl."
"I love you, too, daddy.  See you soon!"
   No sooner than I rang off I heard Ken yelling from downstairs as he
charged up two flights hollering for me.  He raced into my room and looked
at the bareness, the boxes, and said, "Great designer." Then he picked me
up, swirled me into his arms as though I were ten, and raced with me down
the stairs.  "We've got a plane and a handsome bloke waiting, we've got to
HURRY, girlie!"
   As he jostled me down the stairs, I realized that one thing I loved
about Ken is that he makes me feel like a kid.  He didn't live with the
guilt my dad lived with all those years loving me in what he thought was
the "wrong" way.  He just loves both of us now and he's joyful and that
makes us both lighter and freer.  I hugged him hard and as we got down the
stairs I kissed him on the mouth, needing to feel his passion as well as
his love.  He immediately responded and I felt his funny silly energy
change.  Now, it was my lover holding me, caressing me, making my passion
rise.
   He kept walking us out the door, kissing me all the way into the car. 
"You drove?" I peeped.  "Why didn't you have Aran drive?" I sat in the car
next to him as he got in, and I leaned over and unbuttoned his pants.  "We
can't be late, Jesse," he hissed.
   "Drive!" I said, as I freed his enormous cock and stretched across the
seat of the Range Rover.
   "Seat belt!" he growled.
   "Just drive safely, and be quiet, Ken!" I said before beginning to take
his cock in my mouth.  Not quite all the way hard yet, I managed to get the
entire tip in and another inch or two.  I grabbed as much of him as I could
to bring him out of his pants but I could only get part of him.  No matter,
I made love to his cock, wanting to please him, this dear man who loves me
so truly.  He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on my head. 
If it were my dad at his cock, his hand would have been wrapped in dad's
hair and he would have roughly guided him.  But, dad and Ken were tender
with me and they only flirted so far with force and what they would call
the "darker" side of sex and sensuality.  They didn't know yet how hungry I
was to learn and to grow.  I put my hand on his hand and showed him that I
wanted him to push.  He resisted.  I sucked the huge thick tip of his cock,
using my hand to massage as far down as I could get, pushing his phallus
deeper and deeper into my throat.  His hand traveled down my back and
pulled up the back of my sundress, teasing my butt crack.  I groaned and
sucked harder.  As he drove, he thrust his pelvis up into my mouth.
   "Sweet jeezus, Jessegirl, your mouth feels so good!" I continued to move
up and down, keeping a steady motion, pushing against the back of my
throat, wanting to take him down inside, opening me.  I visualized my
throat opening, and took a huge breath, then PUSHED into him.  I felt the
sphincter of my throat open a little, and pushed more, holding back a gag.
I put Ken's hand again on my head and this time he did push, helping me
take him in.  FINALLY, my throat opened and his cock slipped in, down.  It
was so tight, my jaw ached from being open so wide.  He pushed in and out
just a couple of times and then I felt his gift jetting down the back of my
throat.  I pulled back to breathe, squeezing the rest of his ejaculation
into my mouth.
   I laid my head on Ken's leg and held his cock, licking it gently.  His
grip on the steering wheel relaxed.  He petted my face and I said, "I love
you, Ken.  I love you."
   "You'd best get up, Jessegirl, and strap that seatbelt.  That was...you
are..." "Thanks, Ken, you, too."
   My cell rang and it was daddy.  "Hi, lovergirl, did you two get
waylaid?" I laughed hard and said, "Daddy!  How could you think that?  We
are just at the airport turnoff.  We will see you in three minutes!  You'd
better be ready!" Ken let out a big guffaw and shook his head.  "What!" I
asked.
   He smiled and took my hand.  "Life with you in it, Jessegirl, is just an
amazing thing."
   I smiled all the way from my heart and kissed his hand.  As he pulled
the Range Rover up to the jet, daddy came down the gangplank and stood on
the bottom step.  He had forsaken his usual jeans and t-shirt and wore
khaki slacks, a white cotton knit shirt and a navy blue double-breasted
blazer with no socks and mahogany loafers.  "Daddy," I teased, "you look
like a GQ stereotype!" Ken grabbed him and kissed him full on the lips and
said, "A gorgeous, deadly smart, hot, brilliant GQ stereotype, Sister!"
   Ken continued to kiss my father as I watched them.  My father and the
father of my heart made out like teenagers.  I loved watching daddy melt
around Ken.  Ken had a power over daddy that interested me greatly -- he
could make daddy submit to him just with a look.  All of that powerful
energy was really sexy.  I felt myself getting more wet as they kissed.  I
could see the outline of each of their cocks.  Ken's hand was wrapped in
daddy's hair and Ken bit daddy's neck.  My father's eyes were closed.  I
stood there entranced, watching their public display, amazed by it.
   Finally, daddy roused himself and said, "Our flight plane has been
filed, we don't have a lot of time.  And, I haven't even managed to greet
my beautiful girl."
   "Oooh, daddy, I love to watch you two," I said as we hugged.  With my
four-inch heels, I was close to my father's height.  I stood almost
eye-to-eye with him and he said, "Jesse Margaret, you'd better stop getting
taller!  Either that or no more heels!"
   I grinned and lay my head on his chest for a moment.  I said, "I am
hoping to be six feet tall, daddy.  And, I'm NOT giving up heels, thank you
very much!" I ran up the gangplank and settled in, still quite in the dark
as to the location of our adventure.  I was looking forward to the plane
ride, as I wanted to have a couple of hours to bury myself in a book I was
reading.  Like my dad, I'm not really very good at amping down, and I
figured daddy and Ken would be at the helm so I would read and let the
butterflies in my tummy tease me.  I love surprises, and I was really
excited to have this adventure.
   Dad and Ken finally came up the gangplank and their smiles made me
happy, as always.  Ken said, "Whoa, Jessegirl, you look as though you're
ready to ignore us!" I had the book open -- "3 Cups of Tea," an amazing
story of Greg Mortensen and his quest to build schools for kids in Pakistan
and Afghanistan.  The story reminded me of my own responsibility to give
back, as a kid who has so much already.  Some day...
   I was a little embarrassed to admit that I was hoping to read, and said,
"Is that okay?  I thought you two would be flying and so I could read."
   "Of course you can read, baby.  We'll let you know when it's time
to...well, you'll see," Ken said with a glint and a smile.
   "Oooh!  I am excited!  Okay.  Ken, daddy, I love you.  Thank you for
this time.  For making these days so special.  I feel like my life is a
bubble of amazingness.  I never want it to end."
   "Can't say I'd add much to that sentiment myself, Jessegirl," Ken said
softly.  Daddy hollered from the cockpit, "I agree, but we'd better stop
being all gooey and get this bird in the air!"
   I fastened my seat belt in the Citation XLS and daddy and Ken finished
the interior preflight.  In no time, we were sailing above the earth.  I
was mortified when Daddy roused me.  I had fallen deeply asleep!  So much
for reading.  He kissed me softly on my neck, then moved to my mouth. 
Without any words, he unbelted the seat belt and pulled me up and led me to
the couch in the back of the plane.  He put his lips to my ear and said, "I
need my baby," and then he lifted my dress over my head, and I lay down and
watched him disrobe.  My father's body is a thing of beauty.  At 42, he is
solid, deeply muscled, and broad shouldered.  His thighs are steel hard and
his butt is round and just plain hot.  His black hair is curly and has just
a few strands of grey.  His manhood is thick and by normal standards, it is
large...the presence of Ken's phallus dwarfs his eight inches, but I love
his cock.  As he undressed, I felt myself flush, and my heart began to
race. I wanted him always, but as the time came closer when we would not be
able to literally have one another on a whim pretty much any time of the
day or night, my hunger for him -- for both of them -- grew more.
   "Daddy, I need you so much!" I said as he crawled on top of me.  His
hands were all over my face as we kissed, he undid my braid as he usually
did when we made love, and kissed me frantically.  I think he felt the same
urgency.  I braced one leg high up the wall and he entered me swiftly,
filling me.  I came as soon as he filled me.  He teased me, feeling my
hunger for a fast orgasm, but he wouldn't let me finish.  He moved slowly,
shallow strokes, and licked my nipples.  He pulled his cock all the way
out, paused, waited for me to beg, then slid back in.  I reached up and
twisted his nipples, and he moaned, then came back down inside me, hard. 
My father responds profoundly to sexually stimulated pain, I was learning.
A good thing to know about someone.  He pounded into me faster and faster.
n"So hard, daddy, so good, yes, please!"
   He buried himself in me and I felt the heat coming out of him in bursts.
My father's gift jetted into me.  Coming together with my father like this
was still overwhelming to me.  I watched his face as his orgasm erupted,
seeing the vein on his forehead pop and his jaw clench.  I felt my body
clenching his staff and knew that my orgasm helped trigger his own.  "I
love you, daddy, so much."
   "Damnit, Jesse, I am so glad," he said and held me so tightly I had a
hard time breathing.  "Sometimes I need you so much, I can't stand myself.
I am afraid to let you go, baby.  What am I going to do without you every
morning at the breakfast table?"
   "I don't know, daddy.  I'm scared, too."
   We held each other, both thinking about the connection that had been so
recently established.  Until that moment, I hadn't really thought about my
days without daddy.  And Ken.  I started to cry.  Really hard.  I suddenly
felt desolate.  How could I go away from them?
   My tears turned to sobs and I couldn't stop.  Daddy held me and I could
feel him looking toward the cockpit for Ken.  But, Ken was flying and
couldn't hear me.  Daddy was rocking me and telling me it would be okay,
we'd get through it.  But, in my heart, I knew in that moment that I
couldn't go.  I tried to calm down so that I could talk rationally.  Daddy
brought me some water and tissues.
   I thanked him and said, "I can't do it, daddy.  I can't go.  I've only
been thinking about studying and then Ken bought the house and I recruited
Aran, but I didn't really think seriously about not having you both with me
every day.  I can't do it.  You are too much a part of me now.  I am sorry.
I am sorry to disappoint you, but I cannot leave you."
   I expected him to be angry, to pull away and get silent.  Instead, he
threw his arms around me and said, "Oh, Jesse, as much as I should
encourage you to go, if you're really sure you can't do it, all I can say
is that I'm so happy, I can't stand it.  Ken will be, too.  Neither of us
can imagine being without you.  We'll figure out school, baby.  We'll make
it work."
   "But, what about Aran?  Daddy, he's going to upend his life and now for
no reason?"
   "Honey, don't worry.  We'll make it right with Aran.  I'll be right
back!" Buck naked, daddy went to the cockpit and came back a couple minutes
later beaming.  "Ken is mightily relieved, too, honey, as I suspected.  Now
we can have a real celebration this weekend!"
   I looked at my father standing next to me and said, "Daddy, you sure
make a beautiful naked stewardess.  May I have a Guinness, please, ma'am?"
He rolled his eyes and curtsied and said, "As you wish, Miss.  I will be
back in a few minutes.  You know that properly pouring Guinness takes
time." He walked to the little galley with an exaggerated swivel in his
hips, and I laughed at him as he walked.
   I lay on the couch trying to contemplate what just happened.  I
remembered something my mom told me one time.  She said that when we trust
our guts to guide us, we can weather any storm.  I knew in my soul that I
couldn't be apart from this family of mine.  It wasn't time.  And, we'd
figure out how to get me schooled up.  Because I knew that when Quinn
McLeod and Ken Mahoney set their minds to a problem, they could do
ANYthing.
   Daddy came back down the aisle of the plane grinning.  "Ken and I are of
a mind, Jess.  We think that you should take a year off from school, defer
Stanford and we can figure out -- together -- how to get you college
educated without us all going out of our minds.  Will you consider that,
love?"
   I stretched out on the couch and felt myself relax.  "That feels right,
daddy.  In my gut, just like mommy told me."
   We hardly ever talked about my mom, dad and me.  I'm not sure why.  She
was so much with us, and at the same time, I think because our lives had
changed so much, we each worried that she would be not happy.  Still, her
guidance and wisdom were inside of each of us.  "Maddy would approve, if it
feels right in your gut, my girl, that is so true," daddy replied.
   We laced fingers together and were quiet.  He grabbed a blanket from the
end of the couch and tossed it over us.  I loved looking at my father -- at
both my lovers.  Their faces were so different, daddy's classically
handsome, intense, and Ken's craggy and rugged and his eyes filled with so
much love you could almost taste it.
   "How much longer in the air, Cap'n?" I asked.
   "Not much.  Time to get dressed and I need to get to the cockpit." He
helped me up, we shared a long hug and a kiss, and dressed.  I moved back
up to the seat in the bulkhead and daddy stepped back in to the cockpit.  I
looked at my book and realized that I'd have some time now to read.  What a
luxury that seemed like.  Time to make some decisions, time to feel this
new life without having to race off for another big change.  Whew.  I was
once again aware of how fortunate I am.
   Ken announced our landing so that I knew to belt up.  I still didn't
know where we were, but it was just dusk on a long summer day.  I looked
out the window and realized it was Vancouver, BC.  I saw Stanley Park and
knew immediately.  One of the most beautiful cities in the world, certainly
tops in North America, in my opinion.
   Even though our family is financially very fortunate, none of us
believes in or feels the desire to broadcast to the world.  That sounds
kind of funny after I just described flying on our own jet, but I hope you
get what I mean.  I grew up knowing that service to the world was more
important than most everything else.  As a kid, I grew up thinking that I
was just like everyone else.  And, until this little trip, I'd never
experienced what I would consider true opulence.  We walked to the hangar
and Ken got keys for a vehicle.  It was a Range Rover.  He really loves his
and so we were driving one for the weekend.  The drive from the airport
into the city was pretty fast and we ended up at the Sutton Place, a hotel
that has a special place in daddy's heart, as it's one of the first places
he took my mom when they were first lovers.  It was fun to see people greet
my father -- because of his business and philanthropic work, he's pretty
well known.  Nobody at the hotel went overboard, though, they were just
kind and courteous.  The bellman took our bags and keys to the car and we
went up to the room.  All the way to the penthouse!
   We walked in to the suite, through French doors.  The carpet was so
thick, it was like walking in soft sand, lush.  There were windows on 180
degrees of the rooms, and the view was amazing.  City, mountains.  I don't
know how big it was, the whole suite, 1800 square feet maybe?  Huge.  The
dining table was set formally, three place settings.  Crystal glinting as
the setting sun bid the day adieu.
   A huge bouquet of flowers sat on a narrow table behind a sofa that sat
in front of a huge fireplace.  Ken said, "I think there's a card in that
bouquet.  Whose name is on it?" Deadpan expression on his face.
   The flowers were five feet wide, in a cobalt blue vase that looked like
hand blown glass.  Every color, texture, hue.  They were loud and wild and
gorgeous.  The card was a regular sized card, not the little one from the
florist.  It had my name on it.  Grinning, I opened the card.  There was a
photo, an actual picture, of daddy and Ken.  They were both dressed in
sleeveless black t-shirts.  Daddy was in front of Ken, leaning against him.
Ken had his arms wrapped around my father.  They both had soft smiles, not
huge grins, but sweet in-love kind of smiles on their faces.  The picture
was black and white in a sepia tone.  It was just from the waste up.  It
took away my breath.
   Inside, the inscription read, "To Our Girl, May Every Adventure You Have
Be Borne on the Wings of Our Love for You.  We love you more than we can
say." Then they both signed it, "Daddy" and "Dad O'Your Heart." It was the
first time Ken had referred to himself that way.
   I read the card, got weepy, looked at both of them standing there with
the lights and the city cityscape behind them.  Everything about the scene
was beautiful.  I said, "I don't know what you have planned for the
evening, I'm guessing it's dinner here from the look of the table.  But, I
really need you both right now.  Is there a bedroom in this palace and may
we use it?  I need to feel you both against me."
   I did.  I really needed to feel our physical connection, sexual,
sensual, and as their daughter.  My hunger for all of that seemed to never
be satisfied.  So many changes so fast, and more today.
   I went to them and we all hugged and daddy said, "Of course, Jessegirl,
we can put off dinner.  We all do need to be together, don't we?"
   Ken said, "Here, stay right here." He meant in front of the huge window.
We began undressing one another, slowly, much differently than the frenzy
of each of the earlier exchanges between my father and Ken and me.  There
are moments for pure physical release and there are moments, I'm learning,
for making love.  Tonight was about the latter.  The love between the three
of us overwhelmed us all.  The need for one another, for the triad, and
each of us individually for the other two.
   Ken slipped my dress over my head and slowly kissed down my body.  He
knelt on the floor before me, and parted my lips with his big hands.  "So
beautiful, Jess, the coral from the sea, alive and salty, so smooth, wet,"
he intoned before his tongue connected with my lips, sucking them gently.
Daddy and Ken were both naked, and my father began kissing me, which is
possibly the most amazing sexual experience in my life.  It is that kiss
where our connection seems to sprout wings and soar.
   Our lips met, his hands on my face, and my body trembled.  His ownership
of my desire is complete as his tongue opens my mouth and begins exploring.
He silently demands my entire attention, varying the pressure, the dance of
that relentless tongue.  I grab his tongue and suck, and as I do, each of
our bodies mirrors the rhythm of the sucking.  Teeth nibbling lips, growing
more demanding, he holds my head harder and draws out the hunger so that I
am crawling in my skin.  For more.
   Ken's tongue is licking and his lips are locked around my pearl.  The
pressure from his sucking swells my pearl making it hyper-sensitive.  Ken
has his arms wrapped around my legs and his face fastened against my woman.
I am weightless as they make love to me, surrendering my soul to them,
these men whom I adore.  My hands are wrapped in my father's curls,
pulling. I moan into his mouth, the need inside me building fast.  For
more.
   Ken stands and my legs are weak.  He encircles us both and daddy turns
his head and his spellbinding kisses to his lover.  I take hold of each of
their staffs and it's my turn to sink to my knees.  As they often do when
they kiss, daddy and Ken speak softly to one another.  I don't know if they
are even conscious of it; they kiss, come up for air, murmur stuff like
"You're my heart," "To the end, big guy," I love hearing them.  I hold
their stiff cocks in my hands and begin kissing and licking all over them.
Just doing that makes me crazy.  I want more, and try my best to open my
mouth to get them both in at one time.  I can't do it side to side, but I
am able to manage with one on top of the other.  By compressing them
tightly, I take them both in my mouth, and love hearing their reaction.  I
guess it feels pretty good.
   "GEEEZUS, Jess, that is FANTASTIC," Ken moans.  "Baby, holy shit!" daddy
joins in.  I love making them hot, and begin encouraging them.  "C'mon,
boys, give me those cocks!  Let me have you both!" Ken's longer cock goes
further down my throat and daddy's rest on it, opening me more.  I wrapped
my arms around both their legs and impale myself on them.  I want to feel
both of them cum in my mouth at once more than anything.
   I drool and my eyes tear up and when one of each of their hands goes to
the sides of my head, I can only moan as loudly as they do.  "Mmmhmm! 
Mmhmm!" Tension mounts in each hand on my head and more force guids me.  I
feel myself literally dripping between my legs.  Ken starts saying, "That's
it, littlegirl.  Good little Jessegirl, such a good little bitch.  Make
your daddys cum.  Take those cocks, little girl.  TAKE THEM!"
   Harder now and faster, I feel the mood change and know that I have given
myself over to their use and they take what I give them, and making it
something more.  I lose myself to their use, wanting nothing more than to
get them off in a wild, hot way, and to do my best.
   Daddy's hand in my hair does not let my head up.  They each thrust into
me.  One cock down my throat then they battle, then the other.  It is so
hot, gagging and choking and knowing that soon, I will have their gifts,
both of them.  Ken begins to cum, growling and holding my head, fucking
hard into my face.  Daddy pistons fast, really fast and he starts
squirting, too.  Ken's gift goes directly down my throat, so deep his
phallus is in me.  I am able to taste my father's cum and for the first
time ever, I hold it in my mouth.  I let them both out of my mouth, and
they help me up.  I stand and kiss Ken, feeding him my father's cum, then
kissed my daddy and gave him the rest.  They each are surprised, their
little girl being so nasty.  It wasn't anything I thought to do, it just
happens.  I wanted somehow to prolong their gift to me.  Silently we go to
the bed, my need to be made love to not sated.  We all kiss for a long time
more, their still being blown away by the double sucking, and me by feeling
as though I have given over and served them through a power exchange.  I
know we'll talk about all of that later.  Now, I just want to have my
father on top of me and feel him inside of me while Ken directs us and
trades with daddy.
   "Daddy, please, be inside me?" He says, "Baby, I will, but let us have a
few more minutes to recharge, okay?  We're not quite as young as you,
lovergirl." He comes to me, lays on me, and puts his hand between us.  We
kiss sweetly, deeply, and Ken begins biting my nipples, softly at first,
then a little harder.  Daddy's fingers play with my outer labia, pulling,
teasing, then circle in more, inner lips, dipping fingers in my woman,
drenched as it is.  He keeps away from direct stimulation on my pearl,
causing me to thrust up into him.  I am so hungry for him to fill me, I
reach down to feel his cock to find it hard.  He smiles and slid inside me
and I cry out, "Yes!  Daddy!" As soon as he fills my woman, I feel the need
to have my bottom filled, too.  I soon cum around his cock.
   Ken said, "Oooh, Jesse Margaret, give it to him, baby.  Let us hear
you!" I scream and moan and laugh.  "Oh, daddy, that was so good!  Now, I
need you both, please, hurry, I need you bad!"
   I push my father off me and grab Ken and make him lie on his back and
thank God he is already hard, because I mount that giant phallus and say,
"Okay, daddy, fill my bottom, NOW!" I am crazed and laughing inside at
myself because I thought that we'd make slow soft love, but I just need
them in me hard and fast!  Daddy moans as his and Ken's cocks keep pushing
against one another's.  All at the same time, we are more frantic and they
began slamming wildly and Ken bites my nipples and I hump against him and
daddy starts to smack my butt.  "OH GAWD OH GAWD OH GAWD, YES!!!  FUCK ME
DADDYKEN FUCK MEEEEE!"
   "Geezus goddamn, Jesse, yesssss!" daddy hollers and Ken bites harder on
my breast and moans and bucks up into me.
   Slowly, one by one, we land.  Back to earth again after a wild, amazing
ride.  Daddy lays on one side and Ken on the other and there we are again.
Exhausted, sweaty, cum covered, and hungry.
   We begin giggling then guffawing, that manic kind of ridiculous hilarity
that builds on itself and soon you have to run to the bathroom or you'll
pee all over the place.  Since we are in the bathroom, we do pee all over
the place, then shower and wrap ourselves in the plush white bathrobes the
hotel provided.  Ken's arms stick out from the sleeves, which causes more
hilarity.
   Daddy says, "Jesus, we have GOT to work on moderation." More peals of
laughter.  Ken adds, "And eating before we play."
   I say, "Speaking of eating, it looks as though you had a plan out
there?"
   Daddy jumps up and said, "Bloody hell!  I need to call the caterers. 
What time is it?"
   Ken said, "10 PM."
   They both laugh again.  I am confused and said so.
   "We're just a little bit behind the schedule we planned."
   I say, "Well, being beind schedule is trivial compared to the fact that
we jettisoned my entire future plan today, and thank you again, both of
you, for your support."
   Ken says, "We are lucky humans, indeed.  How about we order a light
dinner, your dad can make nice with the caterers, and we will enjoy our
days as we wish.  We will execute the 'Big Surprise' when it feels right.
Quinn, will you order us a simple feast for our starved sexually sated
selves?"
   Daddy grins so evilly that Ken and I are quiet, wondering what thought
crossed his mind.  He picks up the phone to call the caterer and said,
"Sexually sated?  You two?  We'll see how long THAT lasts."
   My father is an awfully smart man.
   
  
Ch. 6 Jesse McLeod, Daughter, Lover, College Girl