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Even In The Best Families - 2
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
First-time readers without the benefit of having read
Part One, might have some difficulty in terms of the
story’s continuity here. I would therefore recommend a
perusal of just how young Shelley came to find herself
in the midst of this impassioned and ultra-volatile,
one could say - wholly dysfunctional - family get-
together. (MF/f, ped, inc)
***
Greg pivoted on his knees, having little idea how to
respond to his daughter’s question with any diplomacy.
Too late, he realised that his fully exposed and
throbbing erection was something in the way of visual
overload for a naïve if not virginal young teenager. He
noticed her mortified glance downwards.
"Ohhh God - sorry, Shelley," he muttered, stumbling
over the words as he attempted to shield his daughter
from a sight that might well have taken her down the
same road as Medusa’s head, had not he partially
covered the offending item with his hands.
Behind him, Tracey made no attempt to sit-up, merely
using her palms to shield her exposed genitals from her
daughter. Not that Shelley was looking, given the
biological viewing options on offer fully up close and
personal as they were at that moment.
His daughter he noted, had in the interim, slipped her
panties back on and was seated up against the headboard
now, hunched rather prettily across her knees. That he
had unfinished business with that wonderfully hot and
sexy little body was without question.
"Well it’s like this Shell," he continued, "Your mom
has needs too you know. You should maybe go back to
your own bedroom sweetheart, I just forgot you were
here... in the heat of the moment and all."
She looked almost hurt.
"Can’t I stay dad? I’d really like to see you and
mom...you know!" This time the blush was quite
pronounced.
"Sure you can honey," Tracey put in. "You might learn
something from your father, you never know." As she
spoke, she retracted her hands and Shelley’s eyes
dropped to her mother’s exposed and even from her
perspective – arousingly prominent pussy, framed as it
was by that neatly-trimmed light brown triangle of
pubic hair. Her own hirsute condition down there she
realised, was still one of youthful growth, not yet in
substantial need of a razor. Fully mesmerised by her
mother’s sexual vulnerability, she abstractedly dropped
a hand to her lap. Simply the intimate palmed contact
by way of the front of her panties, inspired a thrill
of anticipation through the teenager.
If his wife was hot, Greg was hotter. The thought of
his near-naked fourteen-year old daughter perched just
an outstretched hand away watching, as he engaged
nature’s procreative gears along his wife’s vaginal
highway, was the turn-on of all turn-ons.
Certainly Tracey didn’t view the general lack of
privacy as any great hindrance. Sprawled inelegantly on
her back, her most personal of bodily orifices
spectacularly displayed for everyone’s viewing
pleasure, the glance she threw her daughter as Greg
penetrated her with a zeal hitherto unseen, ran the
gamut of emotions from unhinged sexual delight to
assured female one-upmanship.
Hearing her mother cry out "Fuck me Greg" as she
allowed her knees to be spread to the zenith of their
muscular limits, set in train Shelley’s own pleasures.
With one hand down well inside her own panties, she
began fingering the moist and humid terrain, her pupils
fully dilated by the parental activity being enacted
right before her eyes.
"Good girl, fuck yourself honey," Tracey gasped as Greg
moved up a gear, fully cognizant of the fact that this
would probably be the cum-of-the-century. Thrusting-in
to his wife with commendable purpose, he pushed aside
her thin top, completely exposing her full but still
rather delicately shaped breasts.
He heard his daughter’s sharp intake of breath as she
witnessed her mom’s denuding. Just the sight of
Tracey’s breasts jiggling in metronomic time to the
pile-driving exploratories of her husband’s drill-bit,
caused the teenager to subconsciously reach up with her
free hand and manipulate her own engorged nipples.
Groping his wife’s breasts as he turned into the main
straight, Greg glanced momentarily at his daughter.
"Look at her Trace," he muttered breathlessly, "playing
with her own tits now."
The girl blushed and dropped her hand to her lap.
"No, don’t stop doing it sweetheart," he begged.
"That’s really sexy...make yourself hot while I finish
fucking your mom."
Embarrassed at being caught-out, she gingerly returned
her hand to her right breast and took not a little
delight at seeing the effect her wayward fingers were
having on both her parents. Together with the selfless
digital progress between her own legs, it was all good
news!
Traditionally, the biggest firework is always saved
till last. So it was on the Richardson’s King-size that
night. Unhampered by diplomatic niceties and in the
final throes now of sexual passion, Tracey arched her
back visibly, willing her partner to penetrate the last
vestiges of the crust to set free the magma beneath.
Her mouth dry, one of the few body cavities thus
afflicted, Shelley could not wrench her gaze from her
mother’s awesomely public defilement.
"God Trace," Greg uttered as he ploughed the last
furrow, unleashing a veritable torrent of procreative
material to all four points of her vaginal compass. So
caught-up was Shelley in her own self-induced
pleasures, all she could do was stare as her father
withdrew from the depths of her old home, simply to
squat on the bed fully unable to vocalise his thoughts.
Tracey for her part, just lay-back staring at her
daughter, breathing hard and with both hands clasped
between her legs protectively.
It would definitely have been an inopportune moment for
the Avon Lady.
"Gosh dad," Shelley unintentionally broke the silence.
"They never taught us anything like that in Biology."
She tried to smile, but somehow it just didn’t seem
appropriate. Leaning forward, she retrieved her tiny
bra from the end of the bed.
"Don’t get dressed Shell... well not yet anyway," Greg
managed to enunciate between some majorly irregular
breathing exertions. She looked at him in vague
curiosity. "Well, what I mean is Shelley," he added,
"Its not that late and you don’t have school tomorrow
anyway, why not just stay up with us for a bit
sweetheart?"
"Can I just put my bra back on then dad?" she implored
in her best little-girl voice.
"Sure baby," he replied, book-marking his intent to
enjoy to the full, its subsequent removal once more -
hopefully in the not too distant future. "Just come and
sit with your mom for a while," he added.
Delicately hooking the tiny front-loading clasps
together, she smiled nervously at her father who could
not fail to notice how much more pronounced her child-
like breasts looked, encased in that flimsy but
brilliantly engineered little support capsule. He would
be pushing octogenarian status he figured, before he
would ever be needing Viagra in commercial quantities.
Snuggling up to her mother, she seemed unconcerned that
Tracey was still without her panties, although as she
lay back against her mom, quite obviously from the tiny
gasp of surprise she let out, fully aware of two adult
breasts or more likely, the pair of hard nipples, that
suddenly were pressing up against her back.
For a couple of moments, no-one knew quite how to
proceed.
"Well, did you enjoy watching me with your mom Shell?"
Greg asked, hoping to break the ice somewhat.
"Uh huh," Shelley half-mumbled, not keen or even able
to elaborate further at this point.
"I guess it must have been a little confronting for you
sweetie, gotta tell you though Shell, just knowing you
were here watching, turned me on big time. I think your
mom would agree."
"Greg, that’s cruel, besides it wasn’t my idea to get
naughty with Shelley, c’mon, admit it."
"Wasn’t your idea she should leave either, as I
recall," he reasoned.
"Seriously Shelley," he continued, looking directly
into those light-blue orbs, "Did you like what we did
earlier? You, mom and me all together I mean!"
Severely embarrassed, she just managed a confirmatory
nod of her head. How cute were those light brown curls
jiggling around her shoulders? He thought to himself.
"Would you like me to show you some other stuff Shell?"
he asked, but seeing her wide-eyed expression of
trepidation, felt constrained to add, "No... nothing
like that sweetheart... just other things that will
make you feel nice?"
"You got my attention here Greg," Tracey put in
teasingly. Shelley tossed her mother a withering
backward glance.
"What kinda things dad?" she asked softly.
"Oh, well that’s for me to show you honey – if your
game! "Sliding back across to his side of the bed, he
lay full length on the coverlet, his erection
temporarily at least, under manual control.
"Come on over here baby, sit on daddy." He patted his
chest.
Looking anything but comfortable, she manoeuvered
herself from her mother’s lap and sat herself down
side-saddle, on the edge of her father’s top pyjamas.
"Not that way sweetheart," he chided her, "legs either
side of me Shell." Even now, contact with her warm
little bottom like that, was causing the cavalry to re-
group.
"But that’s not very ladylike dad," she cooed, a hint
of understanding now on site.
"Who said it was?" he laughed and pulling her suddenly
off balance, swung his daughter around at the hips
until she straddled him mid-abdomen.
"Dad!!" she cried, hastily dropping her hands between
her legs as a reasonably effective means of protecting
some of her more interesting body parts. Her brave
attempts at modesty however came to nought, chiefly on
account of the fact that holding her hands down like
that, merely accentuated the contents of her bra, which
she noticed soon enough, was more than holding her
father’s attention.
"Yummy," was all he said, in response to his daughter’s
then vain attempt to cover up her blossoming cleavage
with one hand.
"Come on Shell," he laughed, we’ve both seen you with
your hand down your panties enjoying yourself... just
let yourself go baby."
Encircling her curvy little rear-end with both hands,
he suddenly yanked her forward until she was sitting
astride him at thoracic level. Seizing both wrists, and
tugging her hands aside before she could initiate some
counter-move, he leaned forward and kissed her flush on
the pussy. Her subsequent (token) resistance, by way of
wriggling her hips right at the point of contact,
merely served as a catalyst.
"Oooh dad," she giggled, definitely coming to favorable
terms with her confinement, "You shouldn’t be doing
that..."
"Might need some help here Trace," he called across to
his wife who had taken an inarguably positive interest
in proceedings. She crawled over. Simply glancing down
between his daughter’s legs conveyed the requisite
message and Tracey nodded.
Shelley could only stare with bemused embarrassment as
her mother leaned across and taking hold of her panties
at their thinnest and most vulnerable spot, held them
to one side, fully exposing her virginal slit to both
parents.
Ignoring in full his daughter’s understandable
protestations, Greg took in the awesomely hot scenario.
He liked what he saw. So much in fact, that he took
several seconds before inclining his head to kiss those
wonderfully moist lips, which as yet were not
overshadowed by an abundancy of light brown pubic
curls.
The intoxicating smell of her sex – a combination of
ultra-young womanhood and teenage tease, had him close
to passing-out with testosteronic overload. The fact
that his semi-naked wife was instrumental in the girl’s
lewd exposure was no hardship to be endured either. It
was he figured, time to up the ante.
His eyes riveted on his daughter’s moist and obviously
swollen labia, he lowered his face to the killing
fields and licked her ingress from top to bottom (as it
were). The effect on Shelley was dynamic. Squirming
with pleasure, even Tracey was stunned to see her
fourteen-year old daughter thrusting her hips forward
like a practised veteran of the bedroom...and was not
that a moan of regal proportions issuing from those
child-like lips?
Not waiting for the video-ref, Greg lapped once again
at his daughter’s now fully lubricated vulva. Shelley
made a sound, half-sob, half sigh, but any way you
interpret it... committed female on heat! Her eyes
closed now, she ground her hips against her father’s
face as he continued licking her with a passion. She
barely noticed his hands straying to her top, where his
fingers slipped up beneath her bra and began fondling
those red-hot little mounds.
Completely given over to the pleasures being heaped
upon her, Shelley moaned with renewed integrity.
With Greg’s erection now a virtual hand-rail, were she
to have discovered it, and her mother’s spare hand down
in the engine room, conjuring up her own magic, it was
sexual anarchy in the Richardson’s bedroom.
"Don’t stop dad," she pleaded between the escalating
waves of gratification. She would have added a "please"
to that, but the house of cards caved in right that
second and with the added bonus of having her nipples
pulled and squeezed methodically, she collapsed on her
father with a uniquely expressive "Oh God!!!!"
It was let us say, a relatively simple task, given
their daughter’s weakened state, to lay her back on the
covers and tug her panties down and off. Whilst Tracey
busied herself in that enjoyable pursuit, Greg relieved
her of that frilly little bra once more so that she lay
their panting now, fully naked and accessible.
He positioned himself swiftly between his daughters
slim legs. "Proceeding with caution" was assuredly not
the modus operendi he had in mind.
"You’re not going to fuck me dad are you?" she asked,
seemingly not fully clued-up as to the overall mood of
the situation. "I could get pregnant," she cried out in
a panic.
Those four words alone, hyped the moment for Greg. The
thought of getting his own daughter pregnant was like
pouring fuel oil on a barbecue. Nothing could be
sexier, besides, he knew they could take her to the
drug-store first thing tomorrow and get her a "morning
after" pill. How hot would that be even? "Excuse me
madam, I just need a couple of tablets for my fourteen-
year old daughter here. Fucked her once too often last
night and the little bitch could be knocked-up!"
With Tracey on her knees beside her daughter, idly
fondling her breasts as she waited breathlessly to see
what probably many mothers if they were even half
honest, would give their husband’s American Express
Gold Card to see - that, being to watch their teenage
daughter fucked senseless.
Relaxation, Greg knew, was the key to deflowering his
daughter as painlessly as possible. Thus his insistent
"Suck her tits Trace" wasn’t wholly without logic. At
the point she began to suckle the girl either side,
Greg recommenced his therapeutic treatment of her lower
extremities - rubbing his erection the full length of
Shelley’s hot little pussy, making sure her pronounced
clitoral hood was a focal point of the applied
friction. she cried out, hugging her daughter to her,
Wriggling and moaning as she now was, he slipped the
head of his penis right at the gates of damnation. Able
to penetrate but a centimeter or so, his daughter’s
hymen was not about to give up its jurisdiction without
a fight. The moans changed subtly to cries of anguish.
"That’s hurting daddy," she managed, though certainly
not making any move to extricate herself from the
situation.
He knew there was no easy way and much like cutting off
your own figure to appease your Triad boss, best you do
it quickly!
He indicated to his wife to suckle her harder while for
his part, he inserted a finger inside Shelley’s pussy
and instigated a rhythm she found much to her liking.
With her moans now escalating and her hips in fluid
motion, he once again lined up his penile interceptor,
and simply pushed into her with the backing of his one-
seventy-five pound body weight.
It wasn’t pretty. Her scream of pain would have woken
the cat downstairs and the blood was indeed red. Nor
were her eyes any longer shut! For all that however,
she wasn’t resisting the thick shaft now invading her
vaginal cavity with a passion, pistoning into her as he
spread her legs wider at the knees.
"Let dad fuck you hard honey, the pain will very
quickly subside" Tracey implored her daughter, flushed
herself with waves of ecstasy as she watched her
husband’s cock penetrating the teenager’s pussy up to
the hilt.
"A red mist before her eyes and with still a few tears
running down her cheeks, Shelley crossed-over. Indeed,
the pain was short-lived and as her father drew
strength from his daughter’s ability to stay with it,
she wanted only for this incredible feeling to
continue. Her hips, seemingly disabled by the initial
agony, rediscovered their collaborative ways and she
began thrusting upwards to meet his rapid incursions.
"I love you Shell," he stammered, nearing the final
countdown, his whole being consumed with need and yes,
lust, for the beautiful young temptress with whom he
was so incestously copulating.
"Fuck me daddy," was all she needed to whisper and he
was lost for all money. She could merely gasp as he
spurted wave after wave of his residual cum as far up
inside her as he was able. She felt it all and in that
moment, wanted everything he had to give her. The laws
of society for both of them right then, a distant
irrelevance.
Tracey had come herself. How could you not, watching
events such as these unfolding?
Observing Greg extricate his limp member from the
confines of so outrageous a location, she simply was
unsure of how she felt. This wasn’t Shelley’s dilemma
however, she knew exactly how she felt and if her
father thought this was simply a one-off occurrence –
he was going to be majorly disappointed.
He was also going to be excessively busy over the
weekend.
© Peter Pan: September 2005
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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