We Love Lucy: Book Two, Part One

by Knight of Passion

Story Codes: M/f, inc

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"No, it's just -" I sighed and listened for a long moment, rubbing my jaw. "No. No, I understand what you're saying - yeah. Alright. Yeah, fine." With a click, the line went dead. "Son of a bitch," I muttered, slamming the phone back on the cradle. This was the last thing I needed. I bit back the urge to kick something, and leaned back, my hands behind my head, forcing my tired old grey matter to come up with an answer. I've never been the smartest guy in the world, but there's nothing that concentrates a father's mental faculties like trying to avoid making his daughter cry. Something... anything...

But after ten minutes, I had given up. There wasn't a solution. She was just going to have to be disappointed, and I was going to be the piece of shit responsible.

In a foul mood, I stomped out of my office to the kitchen in search of coffee.

"Uh, Mike, honey?" Becky, my beautiful wife and mother of my child, was sitting at the kitchen table idly leafing through the latest issue of Vogue. I growled in frustration, then sighed and explained the problem. Becky tilted her head to one side, and immediately gave me the solution.

Like I said, I'm not the smartest guy in the world. But I am smart enough to have married a brilliant woman.


That evening, Becky and I summoned Lucy to the lounge and sat her down. I took a sip of wine, a deep breath, and met my darling girl's innocent eyes.

"It's about your birthday," I said softly. Her eyes widened, and for a moment I was struck by how young she looked. With the long dark hair, pretty face and clear skin, she looked like the winner of a Miss Suburban Teen pageant - except I doubt that many fourteen year-old beauty pageant winners could be found in their parents' bed most nights, thrusting their hips in time to their father's deep thrusts while their mother suckled eagerly on their big, firm tits and rubbed their hot clit -

"What about it?" she asked. I blinked. Focus, Mike, I chided myself silently.

"Darling, there's a conference in Chicago and I have to go. I'm sorry, I've tried to get out of it, but this season's contracts will be decided there and I can't afford to miss it."

"But, my party -" Lucy said softly, her big eyes filling with tears.

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your mother and I have been talking, darling, and we've decided to give you a choice. You can either have the party we planned, but I won't be able to be here with you, or..." I glanced at Becky, who smiled in return. "You can come with me to Chicago."

"Come with you? I don't -"

"I'll book a hotel room for the two of us. No-one knows us there. We can be together."

Hope flickered in Lucy's beautiful eyes. "You mean, you can be my boyfriend?"

"I sure can," I replied. "We can hold hands, and go out for dinner together, and make out in a cab, and all the other things we can't do here in New York. It's just for three days, and I'll have to spend a few hours at the conference each day, but the rest of time we can have a little vacation. And, we can re-schedule your party for the next week, so you can have your friends over like you wanted. What do you say, honey? Want to come be my girlfriend for a few days?"

"Is that okay, mommy?" Lucy asked tentatively.

Becky smiled broadly and clasped her daughter's hands. "It's fine, Lucy. I think you should go. It'll be great for you both, a chance to be free and open about your love - I mean, if you think about it, it's kind of like a honeymoon for you, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Lucy slowly, considering her mother's words - then, she jumped to her feet and launched herself at me, wrapping her slender arms around my neck and showering my face and mouth with kisses. "Oh, Daddy, I'd love to come with you! Will you kiss me so that people can see us?"

"I will," I answered with a grin.

"And - and you can tell everyone how much you love me, right?"

"Try and stop me," I said, kissing her sweet lips for a moment, then breaking off as Becky joined our hug and kissed Lucy sensuously. "And we'll have lots to tell mommy about when we get back, won't we?"

"Lots," Lucy said emphatically, then climbed off me and half-ran to the door. "C'mon, mom, come help me pack!"

"It's not 'til next week, Lucy -" I began, but she shook her head.

"I've got a lot to plan," she said. "It's got to be - it's got to be perfect! C'mon, mom!"

She vanished down the hallway, and Becky kissed me gently. "You're a good man, Mike," she said. "We love you."

"And I love you too," I replied.


The days passed quickly. Lucy was wonderfully affectionate and intimate with both her mother and I, sharing hugs, kisses, and teasing strokes all day, then clambering in between us at night and working that lithe little body until all three of us were sated. She had been sleeping with us semi-regularly since the memorable day, some three months previously, when she and I had first made love. At first it was strange and intoxicating, our illicit love a matter of whispered secrets and raised heart rates; but, as the weeks passed, we settling into a more domestic, peaceful routine. Don't get me wrong, I hadn't had this much sex since college, and Becky, torn between watching me fuck our naughty little daughter and indulge her own carnal desires, had never been happier, but our shared lust had blossomed into a deep, abiding love. I had no illusions about my bravery, or my nobility, but I knew with absolute certainty that I would give my life, without hesitation, to keep these beautiful women from the slightest harm.

Finally, the big day came. We awoke early, despite being kept awake til the early hours by a nymphomaniacal daughter who repeatedly claimed "this'll be the last cum, daddy, then I'll go to sleep" until her mother had used seven rigid inches of strap-on cock to fuck her into submission. We showered separately and then convened in the kitchen to share a last family breakfast. Lucy's excitement was tangible, and Becky and I were soon caught up in her enthusiasm. We fed each other scooped fingerfuls of maple syrup from our pancakes, decadently licking the excess with hot, teasing tongues.

By mid-morning, we were dressed and ready, my modest suitcase standing in the hallway flanked by Lucy's much larger bags. I loaded them into the car, leaving Lucy and her mother to say goodbye, then returned to find them locked in a deep, loving kiss. I grinned approvingly, slipping my arms around their waists and holding them close to me. I was a lucky man.

The drive to the airport was uneventful, and Lucy was so eager to begin our trip that she dragged me through the terminal to the gate, and fidgeted by my side as I handed our documents to the clerk and checked our bags. I bribed her with the promise of extensive oral sex to sit down in the departure lounge, but then, when they finally announced our flight was boarding, she grabbed hold of my hand with both of hers and pulled me along the boarding ramp, our laughter echoing around us, until we were the first ones to arrive at the plane.

The cute flight attendant's polite smile broadened into a genuine grin as she saw Lucy's enthusiasm. "Welcome aboard! You guys are eager to get going, huh?"

"Yeah, my dad's taking me to Chicago," said Lucy proudly, every inch the pert, innocent fourteen year-old girl.

"How nice of him - oh, excuse me just a moment," she said, turning her attention to the interior of the plane. Lucy took the opportunity to pinch my butt; I responded by swatting hers playfully. The attendant shared a few words with someone out of sight, then looked at me curiously. "Um, I'm sorry to ask this, but could you do us a favour?"

"Sure," I replied genially, stepping into the plane.

"It's the - uh, damn it! - it's the pilot's personal case," explained the attendant, taking the handle of a large, shiny aluminium case from one of her colleagues, and trying to wrestle it down the aisle toward the cockpit. "It's, uh - would you mind?"

"Not at all," I said with a smile, and let her slide past me out of the way. I grabbed the case's curved metal handles, and lifted it straight - the damn thing must have weighed as much as me!

"It must be nice having a dad who's so big and strong, huh?" the attendant asked Lucy as I manhandled the heavy case over the top of the chairs to the end of the aisle.

"He's the best dad ever," Lucy said with a giggle, and I felt my cheeks colour a little. I finally wrestled the case into the bay the attendant indicated, and dusted off my hands.

"All done," I said.

"Thank you so much," replied the attendant gratefully. "I really appreciate it."

"My pleasure," I answered with a grin, and followed after her as she showed us personally to our seats. I offered Lucy the window seat, but she shook her head and stepped aside. I slid into the seat and began adjusting my belt.

The attendants went through their pre-flight briefing, during which Lucy messed with the settings of her seat and pressed every button within reach.

"Are you going to fidget through the whole flight?" I asked her in a playfully exasperated tone.

"Yes, father," she replied in a serious whisper. "I'm going to fidget until you're inside me." I frowned at her but she giggled and added, "deep, deep inside me."

I groaned in torment, and tried to think chaste thoughts. Just a few hours, and we'd be safely in a new city, a place where we were free to share our love. Sure, we might get some strange looks, a man my age spending time with a girl who could just barely pass for eighteen, if she was wearing the right make-up and clothes, but I didn't care. We'd be together.

My thoughts were interrupted by the thunderous roar of the aged MD-80 lumbering down the runway and forcing it's way into the pale-blue sky. The cabin quickly settled into the gentle rhythms of short-haul travel - my fellow passengers read, chatted in quiet, discreet voices, or simply stared out of the window. Lucy had a glossy fashion magazine that she had picked up in the terminal, and was flicking through the pages idly. I quickly lost interest in the parade of cloned models, and settled back in my chair, spreading my large winter coat over our knees for comfort.

I had almost started to drift off to sleep when, slowly, I felt something sliding over my thigh. I opened my eyes and looked at Lucy. She was making a show of studying her magazine, but there was a twinkle of mischief in her eye and her left hand, concealed beneath the thick coat, was purposefully making it's way toward my crotch.

"Uh, darling -" I began, and she theatrically rolled her eyes.

"Daddy, I'm trying to read my magazine," she complained in a perfect imitation of a spoiled brat. "Can't you just go to sleep or something?"

I bit back a grin. "Well, if that's what you want, darling."

"I'll show you what I want, daddy," she muttered under her breath, and grabbed the hardening bulge in my trousers.

It took all my self-control not to leap to my feet - then, a heartbeat later, it took all my self-control not to throw my darling daughter onto the thick carpet and fuck her until her tight little cunt was drenched in her daddy's sperm. Instead, I tried to relax, forcing my head back onto the headrest and closing my eyes. Lucy's nimble fingers ran up and down the length of my shaft, until she finally tugged down my zipper and pulled out my warm, fleshy prick. Immediately, she began to jerk me off intently, her little fist pounding from the tip to the base. I tried to shift in my seat,

At last, unable to hold on a moment longer, I coughed to cover a groan, and hot squirts of cum jetted from my cock.

"Can I get you guys anything?" asked the attendant suddenly, appearing out of nowhere and leaning over Lucy. My daughter's fist tightened on my cock, and I coughed nervously.

"No, we're - uh, we're fine, thanks."

"Okay. Just let me know if there's anything I can do for you."

"I will, thanks."

The attendant smiled at me again, the continued down the aisle. Lucy giggled. "She was flirting with you, dad."

"No she wasn't," I said dismissively, but Lucy squeezed my cock hard enough to make me groan softly.

"The top button on her uniform was undone," Lucy said conspiratorially. "When she leaned over me I could see her boobs."

"Well, Sherlock, maybe she was flirting with you," I replied. "Didn't think of that, huh?"

Lucy worked her hand up and down my prick as she chewed her lip thoughtfully. "You think so?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "It's possible. You're the most beautiful girl in the entire world, after all."

"But she's a proper adult. Would she flirt with a girl my age?"

"Your mom does," I pointed out softly, and Lucy nodded thoughtfully, squeezing my softening prick again.

"Hey, easy," I said, swatting her hand discreetly. "The old man needs a minute to recover." Lucy shot me a wickedly salacious grin and withdrew her hand from the blanket - only to lift it to her mouth, where she greedily sucked the creamy gobs of my cum that had covered her hand. I blushed, shocked by my daughter's brazen behaviour, but she merely grinned happily and sucked the last of my jizz from her fingers.

"You know," she said innocently, "the lady attendant was right. I am a lucky girl."


We spent the rest of the flight just holding hands, enjoying each other's company. Finally, the plane landed and we disembarked and went to collect our luggage. O'Hare airport was a confusing mass of people, the air filled with a hundred different accents and languages, but Lucy and I drifted through the crowd, our fingers still entwined, our minds filled with each other. We finally grabbed our suitcases from the carousel and made our way out to the concourse to find a cab.

We stowed our bags in the trunk, and I climbed into the back seat next to Lucy, giving the driver the name of the hotel.

"Excuse me. Can you drive quickly?" Lucy asked the driver politely, leaning forward between the seats.

"Quick as the law allows, miss. You in a hurry?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah," Lucy replied, with a naughty-girl grin that made my heart skip. "We just got in and we really need to go have sex."

My mouth fell open, and I half expected the driver to pull over and call the cops. Instead, he just grinned at us in the rear-view mirror and pressed his foot to the accelerator. "Right you are, miss," he chuckled.

In the back sear, my sweet young daughter took my hand and held it tightly. "I love you," she said softly, and I kissed her.

It was going to be one hell of a vacation.




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