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If you like this story, see my other stories at www.asstr.org/~osteele.



   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
you think about the most and the majority of you do in ignorance.







   This story is a follow on to Girl Scout Troop 6969 published here a few
weeks ago.  This story will be more enjoyable, I think, if you have read
the first parts.  If you can't find it on ASSM the story is available on
www.asstr.org/~osteele under Young Love.  This story is being published
separately because of the incest code.





   Becky





   It was several months after the events related in Girl Scout Troop 6969
and winter break was upon us.  Becky had decided to come home rather than
go someplace warm like Florida.  It was really nice having Becky home as I
had been missing the girls.  When she walked in, it was like she had never
left for college.  I took her out to dinner the first night to celebrate.



   Of course, the next day Maria, Jamie, and Lindsey showed up to see
Becky. It was uncomfortable to be around these three lovelies while Becky
was there.  The three minxes didn't make it easy, either.  All three went
out of their way to tease me when Becky wasn't watching.  I finally fled to
the TV room.  I kept hearing uproarious laughter from the girls and
couldn't help worrying that the girls would divulge our little secret to
Becky.  Then I heard a loud "NO!" from the front room and silence.  I
didn't hear a thing on the TV as I listened for more from the front room.



   A while later Becky came into the den with a funny look on her face. 
Worried, but putting on a happy face, I asked her, "What's up?"



   "I was just wondering what's for dinner," she said.



   "How about Dad's pasta," I said.  Dad's pasta was a special pasta I
make. Several years before Becky started to say I always made it when I was
happy and started calling it, Dad's pasta.  It had become our own inside
joke.



   She smiled, "That would be perfect." Becky poured herself onto the couch
and started watching with me.  I quickly got caught up in the program, a
spaghetti western.  A while later I looked over at Becky.  She was
appraising me intently.  I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I was
uneasy with the intensity of her eyes on me.  What had those girls told
her? There was no way I could ask that question.  It would only make her
curious if they hadn't told her.  I was sure that the girls wouldn't tell
Becky.  They just couldn't.  It's amazing how a guilty conscience makes us
think things that we know just can't be true, right?



   Becky helped me get everything ready for dinner.  She grabbed a bottle
of Chianti as we sat down and poured both of us a generous glass.  I had
always let her drink at home.  When I was in Europe I noticed that European
kids didn't tend to do the stupid things because of alcohol that American
kids do.  I think there is no mystery around alcohol for them as they can
drink early.  They get that out of their systems before they careen a
vehicle off the road at ninety miles an hour and kill four people.



   It was fun having Becky home for dinner.  We laughed and talked and
pretty soon the wine was empty.  Becky got up and opened another bottle.  I
was feeling the wine and thought that maybe I had best slow down or I'd be
asleep.  I could tell that Becky was feeling it too.



   We finished dinner.  Becky sent me into the den and cleaned up.  I had
turned on the TV when she came in carrying the remains of the wine and our
glasses.  She poured some for both of us and sat on the couch.  "Dad, come
sit with me."



   "I'm comfortable," I said.



   "Dad, I've really missed you.  Come sit with me," she said patting the
couch.



   "I've missed you too."



   "Then get your lazy behind out of the chair and sit with me," she
scolded me.



   I couldn't deny her so I clambered out of my favorite chair and plopped
down on the couch.  Becky snuggled up to me and laid her head on my lap,
looking at the TV.  "I love you, Dad," she said.



   "I love you too, kitten," I told her.



   "You haven't called me that in years." We sat in an easy silence as the
babble box blabbed away.  I wasn't hearing a thing.  I was noticing how it
felt to have Becky touching me.



   Becky broke our silence and said, "Dad, I wasn't trying to snoop, but
when I was checking my e-mail on the computer, I noticed a movie file in
the recent documents list.  When I clicked on it, well, I was kind of
shocked to say the least.  I didn't say anything, I guess, I felt funny
about it."



   The movie was a little thank you that Maria, Lindsey, and Jamie had made
for me, thanking me for giving them a very special send off to college;
that is, I had sex with my daughter's three best friends and they sent me a
little strip show as the thank you.  I watched the clip every once in a
while to remind me of the three girls and the times we shared.  I had never
considered that Becky would find it so easily.



   She held my eye to see what I would say, but I stood mute before the
court.  She continued, "I asked Lindsey, Maria, and Jamie about the movie
and they told me something funny today." I tensed up waiting to hear and
desperately hoping it was some funny story or joke.  "Well," she continued,
"not really funny.  I didn't believe them at first but they convinced me.
The movie kind of makes me think it must be true.  Is it true, Dad?"



   "Is what true?" I asked feigning ignorance but I knew what was coming.



   "Please don't lie to me, Dad.  They told me all the details.  They told
me why they made that little stripper movie for you."



   I felt awful and tried to stand up to flee the room.  Becky grabbed at
my shirt and looked up at me, "If you love me like you say you won't run
away." I settled back against the sofa overcome with guilt.  Becky looked
into my eyes.  I am one of those people who can't lie worth a damn and so
the answer was written across my face.  Becky gave me a wry smile to seal
my discomfiture.  "So, it's true.  Don't worry; I'm not mad at you for
taking all three of my girlfriends to bed."



   The way she said that made it sound even worse, and it already was
pretty bad.  "Kitten, I'm sorry."



   Becky looked up at me, "You're not sorry it happened.  You're just sorry
I found out." She smiled at the expression on my face since she was
absolutely right.  "It's okay.  At first, I was so angry.  Imagine, them
having sex with my dad.  I could have killed them.  They saw I was mad and
that made them needle me even more saying I was just jealous, until I had
to laugh.  By the way, was it as good as they said?"



   I know I turned a furious red.  Becky patted my cheek, "It must have
been," she said.  She laid her head back on my lap, this time resting her
hand high on my thigh as well.  Now you have to understand I never felt the
least bit sexual toward my daughter.  If pressed, I'd have to admit that
the feelings might have existed, but I ruthlessly suppressed them before
they saw a glimmer of light.  I just never thought that way about Becky. 
But thinking about the three girls and the wild sex we had, and having her
hand resting so close to my groin, I felt the pressure as my traitorous
cock started to grow.



   Becky started talking again as her hand slowly stroked my leg, "Like I
said, I did get angry.  But I realized that I was just envious, maybe
jealous like they said, that they got to take you to bed.  That didn't seem
right.  After all, I loved you more than they did.  It was just a pleasant
interlude for them.  I've loved you my whole life."



   She turned her head and could see the distinctive bulge in my pants. 
Her hand moved and cupped it.  "Are you thinking about making love to
Jamie? She told me it was her first time."



   I couldn't admit the thoughts that were now coursing through my head,
even to myself.  I tried to make my mind a blank.  "No, I wasn't," I said.



   "She said you were a perfect lover for a girl's first time."



   Desperate to change the atmosphere I tried a joke.  "I guess your old
man is just a stud muffin."



   Becky didn't laugh.  Instead she said, "Ana too; it was her first time.
You've been busy introducing girls to sex." Becky's hand was stroking my
cock.



   I was awash with conflicted feelings of arousal, lust, embarrassment,
and shame.  In my own world of shame, blame, and regret, I wasn't at all
prepared for what came next.



   Becky rose up, her hand still holding my cock, and brought her face to
mine.  Our lips were nearly touching when she whispered, "I need a man like
you to be my first."



   I could still ignore the implicit meaning and I chose to.  "Kitten,
you'll find a good man."



   "I already have." Her lips touched mine and we kissed.  I tried to be
passive but it was just too much, too much to resist.  I kissed her back.
Becky took my hand and put it on her soft breast.  She wasn't wearing a bra
and I could feel her nipple standing up under the thin fabric of her
blouse. Involuntarily, I told myself, my fingers tweaked her nipple.  She
moaned and pressed her tit harder against my hand.  Still kissing, she
straddled my waist, and took my free hand, pressing it under her skirt and
between her legs.  She wasn't wearing any panties.  I felt the soft skin of
her mound and the heat from her pussy.



   "I'm hot and wet for you, Dad," she said.  I felt the muskiness of her
on my fingers as they sank between her distended pussy lips.  "Yesss,"
Becky hissed.  "Please, if you can show Jamie and Ana how to be a woman,
please, show me.  I want you to be my first lover."



   Here I was, one hand fondling my daughter's tit and the other stroking
her juicing pussy and I still hadn't admitted to myself what was happening.
But I couldn't ignore it any more.  She was asking me to fuck her, to be her
first lover.  I gazed at my little kitten as I hadn't in many years.  She
was all grown up and her face reflected her lust, love and fear of
rejection.  I couldn't reject my baby.  I sank my finger into her and
tweaked her nipple.  Becky moaned and brought her lips to mine.  That needy
feminine moan and her hot lips sealed the deal.  I was lost.



   "Let's go to my room," I said with difficulty pulling my hands away from
her hot soft flesh.



   She groaned at the loss.  "Yes.  I need you."



   She led me to my room, clutching my hand as if afraid I'd turn and run.
There was no chance of that any more.  My cock was hard and straining
against my pants and the blood had all run south.  All rational thoughts
were replaced by lust and desire.



   "I've dreamed of this so often," she said.  "I can't believe it's really
happening." She pulled me into my room and pushed me onto my back on the
bed.  Smiling, Becky quickly pulled her shirt over her head and unzipped
and stepped out of her skirt.  I was rapt staring at her beauty, a body I
hadn't seen nude in fifteen years since she was a little girl.  Becky's
soft blonde hair spilled down over her shoulders, her tits proudly standing
on her chest.  She had shaved her pussy and I could see the wetness along
her labia.  She saw me staring at her.  "Am I okay?"



   Isn't it funny how many gorgeous women are so unsure of their looks? 
"Becky, you look good enough to eat."



   She smiled, then mock frowned putting hands on hips.  "Why, you lecherous
man.  I bet you say that to all the virgins you take into your bed."



   "Nope.  You're the first," I said.



   "I know I'm not the first virgin so I must be the first one you said it
to," she said.  "Aren't you going to get undressed?"



   "I guess, if you want," I said.



   "I want."



   I sat up and started pulling off clothes; Becky's eyes were glued to me.
It had been a long time since I was nervous disrobing in front of a woman,
but I definitely felt nervous this time.  When I pushed off my jeans,
Becky's eyes locked onto my cock.  I lay back on the bed, my cock standing
up against my belly.  Becky came up on the bed and straddled my hips,
pressing her pussy against the hard shaft.



   "Oh, Dad.  That feels so good," she said as she slid her pussy over my
cock.



   I could feel my cock getting moist from her pussy.  "Yes, it does,
Kitten."



   Becky's face took on a look of determination, then I felt her push as
my cock lanced completely into her.  She looked down at me, a smile lit up
her face.  "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?"



   I shook my head.



   "Since I was sixteen and Lindsey and Maria said how much they wanted to
have sex with you.  I was jealous.  I've been jealous ever since.  Now,
you're mine," she said as she lifted up and pushed back again.



   I lay back and watched as my cock disappeared then reappeared. Each time
she settled, my cock felt like it was in Heaven, a warm wet clasping
Heaven. Becky leaned forward, dragging her clitoris along my cock on every
stroke.  Faster and faster she fucked herself on my cock.  I felt her pussy
ripple and knew she was close.  My own cum was right on the brink when she
went rigid, my cock buried completely, and trembled, crying out, "Oh, God!"
Seeing her cum set me off as gouts of cum streaked up my cock and splashed
into my little girl's pussy.  It was horrible, and exciting, in the
forbiddenness of it, the breaking of the taboo making our coupling even more
exhilarating.



   Afterwards, we lay together, Becky curled up at my side.  "Thank you,"
she said.



   The guilt surfaced.  "Becky," I started, then paused looking for the
words.



   Sensing my tone she looked up at me.  Then she rose up until she was
over me, looking down at me with a determined look.  "You better not start
getting a guilt trip," she said.  "It took me this long to get you in bed
and I had to lose out to all three of my friends first.  I am NOT going to
lose out any more.  Got it?"



   Becky struck exactly the right note.  The sheer ridiculousness of her
upbraiding me for feeling guilty knocked it from my head.  All I could do
was laugh, which I did until I was drained.  She settled back next to me,
watching and smiling as I laughed my way through the guilt.  When I could
talk, I said the only thing I could say, "Yes, Ma'am."



   She smiled, "Good.  Next time I want you to be on top," and she put her
head on my chest, running her fingers through the hair on my chest.





   Tea Time for Three





   I woke in the morning, my arms around a delightfully feminine body.  My
hand was on her tit and I gently squeezed it.  I opened my eyes and saw
Becky gazing at me.  "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said.



   "Good morning," I answered.  "I'm supposed to be feeling guilty."



   "I hope not, because I don't feel the least bit guilty.  I'm just
happy," she said.



   "Really, kitten?"



   "Really.  I'm so happy that it happened," she said leaning forward to
kiss me.



   "Hmm, nice." I pulled her to me and held her.  "Kitten, last night you
said something about a long time."



   "Yes.  They told me about the stuff they told you; about the four of us
and the stuff we did.  They would tell about wanting to have sex with you
and their dreams.  When they would describe having sex with you, I'd have
the same dreams.  They were getting off dreaming about you; I was too.  I
never admitted it to anyone.  I thought you'd hate me.  I thought the girls
would think it was totally gross.  But when I heard you'd had sex with all
three of them I said to myself, 'I'm not going to be the only one left
out.'"



   I held her tight as I said, "I'm glad you did.  That was beautiful, last
night." Becky curled up into my side as I petted her.  It was wonderfully
intimate feeling her against me.  We lay almost dozing for a while.



   Becky stretched at one point and leaned on her elbow so she could look
at me.  "Dad?"



   "What, kitten?"



   "How come you never got two of the girls together?  I thought guys liked
that."



   "Well, I guess I never thought of it," I said.  "The girls were in
charge, except for Ana.  And she was the only one around then.  By the time
Ana and I were...  well, you know, the others had all gone off to college.
I didn't really have a chance to even suggest something like that.  And
they wouldn't have wanted to anyway.  They just wanted a special goodbye."



   "Yeah, right," Becky said.  She looked thoughtful, then hopped out of
bed.  "Come on lazybones.  I want you to fix me waffles."



   "Oh, so now I'm your slave," I said.



   Becky wiggled her butt.  "Yes, you are.  Come on, follow the bouncing
butt."



   I made a grab for her, as laughing, she ran from the room.  I trailed
her to the kitchen, wrapped her in my arms and kissed her, lovingly.  "I
love you, kitten."



   "I love you.  Now, make me waffles.  I need my strength if I'm going to
keep up with you," she said with a gleam in her eye.



   That gleam promised much.  I made waffles and we talked just as we
always had.  The rest of the day was no different than a thousand other
days.  But there was an undercurrent that was different.  Becky was now my
lover and there was an intimacy that had never been there before; a touch,
an arm brushing a leg that evoked images of the night before and dreams of
the nights ahead.  But otherwise, it was a normal day.



   That night, as we prepared for bed, Becky came into my room and
undressed as normally as if she had done this forever.  I crawled into bed
and she crawled in next to me.  I lay back and she cuddled up to me.  I
felt her hand searching, then finding my cock.  As soon as her fingers
strummed my flaccid cock, it burst into life.



   "Nice," she cooed.



   I kissed her and rolled her onto her back.  She had said I was to be on
top the next time.  Tonight was my night to make love to her.  I left her
gasping after several orgasms before I emptied myself into her pulsing
pussy.



   *****



   The next morning, Becky made me breakfast.  It was quite surprising how
quickly we settled into the new roles of lovers.  It was apparent that
Becky had thought about it for some time and was quite comfortable with
this bizarre new relationship.  I still had uncomfortable moments when I
wondered, 'How can I be doing this?' It seemed so right, and yet, it was
running up against a thoroughly ingrained prejudice.  Then, Becky would
smile just for me and the love would win over prejudice.



   After breakfast, Becky and the girls headed off to the mall in the city.
They would be gone most of the day.  I went off to work floating on a
cloud.



   Most of the day at work I was floating along, thinking about how
wonderful life was to me.  I thought about the past months and how lucky I
had been to have sex with all of these beautiful young women.  It's been
like a dream, a dream impossible to believe, but so very real.



   Then I'd think of Becky and a bit of guilt would creep into those
dreams. Do I want to be bad or do I want to be good?  Bad feels so good;
but good wouldn't make me feel bad.  Oh the conundrum!  Oh the paradox!  (I
don't know what a 'dox' is but apparently they always come in a pair) But,
at the same time, it was all so loving, and she obviously wanted it and
liked it so much.  What harm?  I just couldn't feel badly about something
so good.  The day flew by.



   When I came home, I walked into the kitchen.  Lindsey was there.  "Hi,"
I said.  Becky came into my arms and kissed me like you might expect a
daughter to kiss her father.  As soon as Becky was done, Lindsey launched
herself into my arms and kissed me, passionately.



   "Hi, Mike," she said as we came up for air.  I glanced at Becky.



   "Well, isn't that a fine sight," Becky grumped, her hands on her hips.
"My best friend kissing my dad like a lover."



   Lindsey leaned in and kissed me again, pressing her breasts into my
chest.  As we broke the kiss, I had to take a deep breath.  Lindsey turned
to Becky and breathlessly said, "That's because we are lovers."



   My eyes got wide, but Becky simply laughed, with Lindsey joining her and
soon they dissolved into giggles.  "Poor Dad," Becky said.  "All of his
girlfriends know each other.  There's no place to hide."



   "Mike, don't look so serious," Lindsey chided me.  "We've talked about
you for years."



   "But I didn't know about it," I protested.



   "You didn't think we'd stop just because some of us have had sex with
you, did you?" Lindsey asked.



   "I did sort of hope," I said quietly.



   They both laughed.  "By the way, Lindsey is staying over tonight.  Now,
go get ready for dinner," Becky told me as they laughed together.  I beat a
hasty retreat to change out of my work clothes.



   Lindsey and Becky were putting steaming dishes on the table when I came
back.  Becky poured three glasses of wine as we sat down.  We toasted and
dug in to the chicken, potatoes and gravy, and green beans.  Simple, but
excellent.



   I was taking a sip of wine when Becky asked Lindsey, "Tell me more about
when dad and you screwed."



   I spit wine on the table, coughing from partially inhaling the wine. 
Lindsey jumped up and pounded my back as I got my breath back.  Once I quit
coughing, the girls sat back down.  "You okay, Dad?" Becky asked.



   "Yeah, yeah.  I was just caught by surprise," I said.  "I mean, I don't
think you should...  well, talk about...  it." It?  That even sounded lame
to me.  It.



   Lindsey and Becky exchanged a glance.  "Mike, we have been talking about
you for years.  Now that we have finally done it," she emphasized the it to
let me know how foolish it had sounded, "you don't think we're suddenly
going to quit talking about it, do you?"



   "I can hope," I said.



   Becky smiled indulgently at me, then turned to Lindsey.  Lindsey started
describing our date.  I slowly slumped down in my chair as the story became
more and more graphic to occasional `wows' thrown in from Becky.  By the
time Lindsey was done, the girls had eaten most of their dinner.  I was
mostly pushing mine around the plate.



   As Lindsey wrapped up, Becky said, "God, that sounds like it was great."



   "Yeah, it was the best ever," she said as both girls looked at me.



   Under scrutiny, I tried the best I could to sound confident and unfazed,
"Just me, the stud muffin." They laughed which finally lifted my mood.



   Becky turned back to Lindsey, then looked down as she played with her
fork, "Have you ever thought about doing a threesome?"



   "You mean two girls and one guy?" Lindsey asked.  Becky nodded. 
Lindsey's eyes narrowed.  She looked at Becky, then at me.  A big smile
appeared and she nearly jumped out of her seat.  "I knew it.  I knew it.  I
knew it.  You did it, didn't you?" Becky looked puzzled.  Lindsey was
hopping in her seat.  "You had sex with your dad?" I nearly fainted.  Becky
looked surprised, then nodded.  Lindsey said, "God," then looked back and
forth between us with a smile on her face.



   Becky asked her, "You knew?"



   "Well, come on.  I mean, all those times the four of us would be talking
about your dad and then we'd touch ourselves.  I mean, you never said any
guy's name.  We were all saying `Mr.  Martin, do me' and you were biting
your tongue.  I knew who you were thinking about, just like the rest of us.
It's not like it's a big surprise," Lindsey said.  "And then, the other day
when we told you we had seduced him.  You were so mad, it could only be
jealousy.  When we accused you of jealousy, and hit the mark right on, then
you got all contrite.  I knew then that you wanted to..." she glanced at
me, then back to Becky, "...  do it with your dad.  It was just so
obvious."



   "Do the other girls know?" I asked.



   "Maria might have suspicions.  Jamie is just too na�ve," Lindsey said.
She looked back to Becky.  "So, a threesome.  I have a feeling this isn't a
general question.  Maybe it's a specific question?"



   Becky nodded.



   "That is just so wicked," Lindsey says enthusiastically.  "I never
thought I'd do something so wicked." Lindsey paused and smiled my way.  I
blushed.  "So I get to see you do your own dad?"



   "And you get to do him too," Becky said.  "I want to give my dad the
best treat he's ever had.  How many women get to do that?"



   Lindsey finished off her wine to fortify herself and said, "What the
heck.  Another first." Becky jumped up and came around to Lindsey.  They
hugged and bounced around.  Then they grabbed me and pulled me to the
bedroom.  I was in a state near shock.  I was running on auto-pilot.



   The girls had seen each other nude lots of times so they had no
compunctions about stripping in front of each other while chatting about
what they expected.  I stood watching these two beautiful young women get
naked.  As they stripped, breasts, legs, butts all displayed for my
delectation, I felt my cock growing hard.  As they doffed the last of their
clothes, two wispy panties hitting the floor, they turned to me.



   "Dad, you're still dressed." I nodded.  Becky and Lindsey exchanged a
glance and came at me like the predators they were.  They quickly stripped
off my clothes.  As my cock sprang free, they giggled.  Lindsey took it in
hand and slowly stroked it.  Becky knelt in front of me and looked up at
Lindsey.  Lindsey had a look of disbelief on her face, as if she had not
really thought this would happen.  Lindsey lowered my cock until it was
pointing straight at Becky's upturned face.  She opened her lips and licked
them.  Lindsey offered my swollen cock to my daughter.  Becky bent forward
wrapping her soft lips around the soft fleshy helmet of my cock.



   "Wicked," Lindsey said softly.  Becky smiled up at her and started
bobbing her head on my cock.  Lindsey slid to her knees, joining Becky in
worshipping my cock.  Becky offered my spit slickened cock to Lindsey, who
took it and ran her tongue around the end before sucking it in.  Becky was
licking my balls as Lindsey sucked me.  I was getting weak in the knees,
having two beautiful teens sucking and playing with my cock.



   "Let's get in bed," I husked.



   They pulled me by my erection over to the bed, laying me in the middle
as they lay down on each side.  "Who's first?" Lindsey asks.



   "We could flip," Becky said.



   Lindsey got a whimsical look in her eye.  She was holding my cock at the
base and lightly stroking it.  "Okay," she said.  She quickly sat up, and
in a single fluid motion straddled my hips, centered my cock in her pussy,
and slid down until her hips were pressing into mine.



   Becky gaped like a fish out of water.  Then she started giggling, "You
bitch." She half-heartedly pushed Lindsey like she was trying to play king of
the hill.



   "Oh, do that again," Lindsey crooned as her hips began circling rubbing
her clitoris over me.  Damn, but she felt wonderful.



   "So what about flipping?" Becky challenged her.



   "I flipped my butt up here first, so I get firsts," Lindsey said smiling
self-satisfied.



   Becky turned to me as Lindsey clenched her muscles massaging my cock
with her hot wet vaginal walls, "Is that okay, Dad?"



   "Oh my God," I moaned from the exquisite sensations enveloping my cock.



   Becky lay down beside me, her hand playing with my nipples, "I guess
that must mean okay.  You win, Lindsey." Lindsey responded by increasing
the length and speed of her gyrations, rising until my cock was nearly out
before plunging back down.  Becky was watching, eyes wide, as her friend
fucked her father.  She pinched my nipple, making me look at her, even as
Lindsey was furiously using my cock as her sex toy.  "This is my present,
two girls to love you," as she leaned in and kissed me, thrusting her
tongue into my mouth.



   Lindsey was reaching her climax as her motions became disjointed.  Becky
broke our kiss and saw how close Lindsey was.  She bent forward, sucking
one of Lindsey's nipples as she toyed with the other.  Lindsey's head fell
back and her body shuddered, her fingers digging into my chest, as a great
keening wail burst from her throat.  Becky leaned back, lust in her eye, as
Lindsey trembled and finally collapsed forward onto my chest.  Her pussy
was still spasming around my cock.



   "My turn," Becky said throatily.



   Lindsey turned her head to look at Becky and smiled.  "Wicked," she
said. She slowly uncoupled us, my wet shiny cock bouncing with my
heartbeat. Lindsey fell to the other side as Becky straddled my hips.  Once
again, I felt my cock sliding into a beautiful and sexy young woman. 
Lindsey was watching raptly, "I almost don't believe it."



   Becky had bottomed out, her loins glued to mine, "I don't either.  God,
this feels so good."



   Lindsey giggled, "Yeah, your old man is a great piece, isn't he?  Better
than the college boys I tried."



   Becky was rotating her hips getting used to the stretched feeling in her
pussy, "I don't know.  I haven't tried any college boys.  Oh God," she
moaned as I thrust up.  She began the old up and down, and I was meeting
her half way, slapping sounds mixed with the wet squishing of the girl's
cum that covered my loins.  Becky was moaning as we fucked.  Her tits were
bouncing right in my face.  I took them in hand, flicking her nipples
before devouring one and biting gently before licking and sucking. Becky went
crazy from the additional stimulation.  As I was sucking on one tit,
Lindsey leaned in and took the other between her lips.  That sent Becky
over the edge.  She stopped, shuddered, then cried out as her climax took
her, "Unghhhhhhhhhhhh," in some pre-human language of lust, getting louder
before dying away as she fell forward onto my chest.



   Lindsey and I traded a smile.  "Wicked," I said quietly.  Lindsey
laughed.



   I rolled Becky to the side after she caught her breath.  "Poor Dad.  He
still hasn't cum."



   I saw Lindsey and Becky looking at me, their sweet faces so close and I
pictured them in one of my favorite poses from dirty movies.  I got up on
my knees and took my cock in hand, slowly stroking it.  The girls looked
bemused.  "Lick it." I said.  They exchanged a glance, then they both moved
up and started licking the tip as I jacked it harder and faster.  I felt my
cum boiling up.  "Put your tongues together," my voice strained as I got
ready to blow.  The girls looked surprised, but then touched tongues.  I
put my cock right over them and let it go.  My cum blasted onto their
tongues, lips and cheeks covering them with the gooey stuff.  The last of
it dribbled out and plopped onto Lindsey's tongue.



   The girls sucked the cum off their tongues before running it around their
mouths, sucking down the cum.  It was so sexy watching them gobble up my
cum.  At one point, Becky leaned forward and using her tongue, licked off
some cum that was about to dribble off Lindsey's chin.  Lindsey looked
surprised, then devilish.  She returned the favor, licking all over Becky's
face and across her lips.  It almost brought my cock back to life.  The
girls laughed, breaking the erotic atmosphere as we all collapsed onto the
bed.



   As we were falling asleep, me in the middle of a girl sandwich, the air
heavy with the smell of sex, Becky said, "I'm never leaving your bed again.
I want you to be my lover forever."



   Lindsey sighed, "That is so romantic," she said sardonically.



   Becky slapped Lindsey's shoulder.  "I'm serious.  But, I won't mind
sharing you every once in a while."



   I was laughing to myself, but also a little chastened.  First love is so
delicate.  But I knew sooner rather than later, Becky was going to feel the
drive for children.  That I couldn't give her having had my tubes tied, or
whacked clean thru and tossed in the trash to be more accurate.  I knew
some day soon there would be a boy who would be the one.  I resolved to
love her no matter what and to enjoy each precious minute with her.  It
would end one day, perhaps soon.  "Maybe tomorrow morning we can share," I
said with a wink.



   "You bet your ass," Lindsey said as we all laughed.



   "Wicked," Becky said as we all laughed.



   ******



   I woke up several hours later to hear whispering voices.  I had wound up
on one side of the bed.  The girls were in the middle.



   "Have you ever done it?"



   "Once, on a camping trip.  I was sharing a tent.  We started playing
around a little.  "I think she had done it before 'cuz she knew what to
do."



   "How old were you?"



   "Eleven.  All we did was French kiss and touch each other, but I had my
first orgasm that night."



   "Just that once?"



   "Yeah, she had a girl she always shared tents with.  I wished she would
invite me over but she never did.  You?"



   "I was older, thirteen.  A counselor who was sixteen was camping with
us. She took me out into the woods one day.  I had no idea why.  She had
this place all scoped out.  She showed me how to kiss and stuff.  Then we
took off our clothes and she licked me to a climax.  God, it was better
than when I did it to myself.  It was a little weird, you know, doing it
with a girl, but wow.  She had me lick her which wasn't a big deal.  Man,
did she make me feel good.  I get tingly remembering."



   "Slut."



   "Bitch," followed by giggles.



   "Would you like to?"



   "I guess..."



   I opened my eyes to see Lindsey on her side, her back to me, her head
bent forward between Becky's thighs, her legs spread wide and Becky's
blonde head between her thighs.  Even in the dim light I could see Becky's
tongue working its way back and forth between Lindsey's pussy lips, then
over her clitoris arousing a moan in Lindsey's throat.  The room filled
with the sounds of two girls eating pussy and rising towards climax.  My
cock had risen and I was slowly stroking it as I watched.  They were trying
to be quiet and had no idea how loud they were as they both hit it at the
same time.



   I let them recover for a moment and said, "That was hot."



   They started scrambling around on the bed and I had to laugh.  "Quit
it," I said through guffaws.  "You guys look like a cat trying to cover up
on a tile floor.  I was awake the whole time."



   "Oh, God," Becky moaned.



   "No, I said it was hot," taking her hand and putting it on my straining
cock.



   "Oh," said Becky.



   "What?" asked Lindsey.



   "He's got an erection," Becky answered.



   Lindsey's hand found my cock.  "He must have thought it was hot."



   "I did.  Kiss me," I said.  Becky kissed me.  As we broke the kiss I
told her, "I like tasting pussy juice on your lips.  It really is hot."
Lindsey leaned in and we kissed and I could taste the musk of Becky on her
lips.  It was sexy, kissing a woman and tasting her at the same time.  My
cock needed to be in a woman.  Then, a wicked (to quote Lindsey) idea came
to me.



   "Becky, lay back." She did, a puzzled look on her face.  "Lindsey, get
between her legs.  No, the other way." Lindsey laid between Becky's legs
her face just inches from her pussy.  I got behind Lindsey and lifted her
hips.  "I've always had a fantasy of doing this." I lined up and lanced my
cock up into Lindsey's pussy, wet with her recent climax.



   "Oh, yes," Lindsey moaned.



   "Lindsey, lick Becky," I said.  Becky slid down the few inches until
Lindsey could run her tongue up into her pussy.  I started fucking into
Lindsey which caused her head and tongue to fuck into Becky with the same
motion.  "I'm fucking both of you at the same time."



   Becky looked up at me and realized what was happening, "Yes," she moaned
as her head fell back and she was consumed by the feeling of Lindsey's
tongue mimicking my cock.  I looked down to see my cock sliding into
Lindsey's upturned pussy.  My little Girl Scout pussy.  I watched Lindsey
making love to Becky as I made love to both of them.  I imagined them in
their Girl Scout uniforms.  Then I thought of all of the girl scouts I had
made love to.  `Damn, but I am one lucky fucker,' as I emptied my balls
into Lindsey's clasping pussy.



   I fell back onto the bed and watched my two lovely girl scouts reach
their climaxes.  Lindsey's hand was furiously rubbing her pussy as her
tongue drove Becky over the top to her climax.



   We lay together enjoying that wonderful post-orgasmic euphoria.  Becky
was softly stroking my chest.  "Did you enjoy the little surprise?"



   "Oh yes," I said.  I kissed her, then Lindsey.  "Thank you both.  I
guess, like most men I have fantasized about it but I never really expected
to be with two women."



   Lindsey smiled, "Well, I can tell you, it was my pleasure."



   Becky had a smile on her face as she watched us.  She had given pleasure
to the people closest to her in the world.  And there is nothing better,
especially when you are getting laid at the same time.



   I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, not even thoughts of my little
band of Girl Scouts could intrude into my satiated mind.  I am one lucky
guy.









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