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And Papa Makes Three
by J

Inspired by Juan and Conchita

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Juan's Story: Before

My family and I moved to a new part of the city when I was sixteen years old. I met Conchita on the first day in my new school and fell in love with her instantly. That was seven years ago and we have been married for the last three. She is a most beautiful woman. Conchita is five feet nine tall, has long, black, curly hair; almost down to her waist, in fact. She has big, brown eyes, high cheekbones, a full sensuous mouth and a 36-24-36 figure.

She has only ever had one lover - me! That fact is, strangely, the source of great pride for me and also my greatest frustration. You see, from the very beginning, I have had this overwhelming desire to see Conchita having sex with another man. I don't necessarily want to join in, but just watch. There is something intensely exciting about seeing something you possess being used by someone else. I have made no secret of this desire to my wife and on many occasions have pointed out possible avenues that we could explore together. But Conchita has always refused to listen. Her reasons are that she loves only me and is afraid that if she has sex with another man, then he may spoil that love; either he might be a better lover than me and Conchita would become obsessed by him, or I would become jealous and leave her. Although her reasons did not pour water over the flames of my fantasies, I had to admit that she did have a point.

But then, at a birthday party two years ago for one of Conchita's many cousins, I saw something which has fuelled my desires ever since. Conchita had worn a little black dress and red high heeled shoes and looked like sex on legs. Many men looked at her with desire in there eyes, but I saw one particular man looking at her with such an obvious expression of lust that he might well have had a plaque around his neck stating: 'I want to screw you'. I have thought about that man and Conchita together many times since, either while I have been fucking her, or on those many occasions when I have had to use my own hand. And now, lying flat on the bed, having just emptied my semen into Conchita's invitingly hot mouth, I decided to tell her about this man.

'Baby, baby, you give head like you're a professional.' I complimented.

Conchita coyly smiled and said that she had learned the art through me and no other. I laughed and told her that was true, but that I knew of a man who would love to have her swallow his cum. Conchita grimaced at my bringing up this old chestnut and re-iterated the reasons why she could never consider another man.

'I know what you've said in the past, baby, and I think you were right. But this man is different.' I hinted, hoping she would ask me why. She did.

'This man is different, baby, because I could never get jealous of him and you could never fall in love with him'. Conchita's curiosity was pricked, and she now had to know why such a man might exist and invited me to carry on.

'You could never fall in love with him, baby, because you already do love him.' I teased.

'I only love one man and that's you', Conchita exclaimed.

I couldn't keep it to myself any longer and had to blurt it out:

'Me and your father', I whispered.

Conchita looked blank for a moment as she grasped what I had just said. Then she told me that the thought was disgusting. I mentioned how her father had looked at her that night at her cousin's birthday party and many other occasions since. In fact, whenever Conchita wore a low top or short skirt, her father would always be stealing glances at her. Surely she must have been aware of this. Conchita had become angry with me and turned away to her side of the bed. But I was determined, and now that I had brought the subject up, I was damned if I was going to let it drop without a fight.

Next day, her frostiness had gone, and I decided to leave matters until the weekend when her father and mother were due to spend Saturday evening with us and stay overnight. I thought to myself that if I couldn't get to Conchita, then maybe I could get to her father.

Conchita spent most of Saturday afternoon preparing dinner and cleaning the house in readiness for her parents. They usually came for dinner once a month, and though they only lived about five miles away, it was easier for them to stay over and enjoy a drink than to drive home and have to remain sober.

Her parents arrived at about six o'clock and I went to meet them at their car and carried their overnight bags into the spare bedroom whilst Conchita made them something to drink. I put her father's bag on the side I knew he slept and made sure he could see what I had planted earlier. A few years ago I took some photos of Conchita. They were not dirty pictures, just shots of her in some sexy dresses, lingerie, and bikinis. I used to like to look at them myself whenever I wanted to masturbate. Earlier that morning, I had placed three of these photographs in between some books that lay flat on the second shelf of the bedside table that would be closest to Conchita's father. One of them showed her posing in the bedroom wearing a white bikini and sling backs, another in a mini dress and high heeled pumps and in the third, she was standing against the bedroom wall in a black teddy, stockings and high heeled sandals. I positioned this last one so that her legs were visible up to mid thigh and hoped that it might tempt her father to look more closely. I would be able to tell by their position next morning whether he had looked at them or not.

At about seven o'clock, Conchita excused herself to have a shower and change for dinner, leaving me to entertain her parents. We had a couple more drinks, talked about our jobs, our houses, the family. By the time Conchita's footsteps were heard coming down the stairs forty minutes later, we were all pretty much on the way to being merry. The living room door opened slowly as Conchita came in. I sat on a chair talking to her mother, who didn't take much notice of her daughter's entrance, and had a good view of her father sitting next to his wife on our long couch. From the corner of my eye I could see that Conchita looked stunning. She wore a short, skin tight red dress and black, four inch heeled pumps. Her naturally olive skin seemed to glow. And all the time that he thought no one was looking, I caught sight of Conchita's father eyeing her with that same look of desire that I had seen many times. During the course of the evening, as Conchita moved around us, clearing plates, serving food, or picking up empty wine glasses from the floor, her father must have realised the same thing that I had; That the only way his daughter could possibly have worn such a clinging dress, was by not wearing any underwear. I wondered if that thought made him feel as horny about her as I did.

At around eleven o'clock, Conchita's mother had done her usual trick and passed out. Her father dragged her upstairs, apologising for his wife's behaviour, leaving Conchita and I alone to clear up. As soon as they had disappeared from sight, I told Conchita that she looked fantastic and asked her if she had noticed how her father had been secretly eyeing her up all evening. She told me that it was all in my imagination. I explained that I knew the look of desire on a man's face when I see it and I told her it would be very easy to get him to make a pass at her. Conchita said no way. But, I thought, with less conviction than when I had first raised the possibility.

I followed Conchita up to our bedroom, admiring her ass as it wiggled in front of me. I could hear no noise from her father and mother in the bedroom next door and wondered if he was even now, looking at the photos of his daughter that I had left for him. That thought, and Conchita removing her dress to show that I had been correct about her lack of underwear, both served to make me feel very horny indeed. Normally when her mother and father stay over, Conchita and I do not make love. She has a tendency to be noisy during sex, and combined with the squeaking bed springs, says she would feel uncomfortable the next morning. But that night, I wanted her father to hear his daughter's cries of pleasure as I fucked her to orgasm, and have him wish that he was in my place.

So, against her protestations, I started to bang away at my wife. I knew that her mother would be out for the night and that her father would be the only one to hear our love making. I performed at my best that night, spurred on by the thought of our audience on the other side of the wall. Conchita was taken to such a height of ecstasy that she could not prevent the loud moans and yelps as I brought her to a climax. Just before she reached that crescendo, I lowered my lips to her ear and whispered:

'Imagine this was your father on top of you now and not me. Wouldn't it be exciting to be fucked by him, baby? Imagine the thrill of doing something so wrong. Imagine your husband watching you being used like a sex object by your own father.'

Conchita said nothing in reply, but as I spoke these things, I noticed that her breathing increased rapidly. And by the time I had finished my last word, she was in the throes of climax. As Conchita recovered from her orgasm, I asked her if she would consider my proposition if I could prove to her beyond all doubt that her father was lusting after his daughter. She lay quiet for a long time before finally giving me an answer:

'Perhaps.'

Next morning at breakfast, I tried to see if I could detect a look of envy in Conchita's father's expression. But he was too busy nursing his wife's hangover to show any other reaction. It was for this reason that they left before eating anything. As they drove off, I was desperate to see if the photos I had left in his room had been moved, indicating that my father in law had looked at them. Conchita asked where I was off to in such a hurry, but I remained silent. I dashed into the bedroom her parents had occupied and walked quickly over to the bedside table where I had placed the pictures. I knew that a simple re-positioning of them would hardly constitute the proof that my wife needed, but at least it would prove it to me, and that would carry me on to more devious methods.

As I approached the bedside table, I could see that Conchita's father had indeed looked at the photos of his daughter, because the legs that I had left visibly sticking out between the books were not there. He must have put them well out of sight after he had examined them, maybe even masturbated over them whilst Conchita's mother had been in the bathroom. I bent down to find and remove them, but even after looking through all of the books on the table I could not find the pictures anywhere. It finally dawned upon me that he had taken them with him. My head felt very light as the realisation that I had been right all along hit me. This was the proof I needed to convince Conchita that her father really was sexually interested in her. I ran downstairs and into the kitchen where Conchita was having some breakfast. I had a big grin on my face and she asked me why I was so happy. I told my wife what I had just found, or rather, hadn't found, in the bedroom used by her father. I went through all the evidence that I had. Then, with a lump in my throat, I asked her if I could go ahead with my plans for her seduction by her father. Conchita was silent for a moment, deep in thought. It felt like a lifetime before she finally spoke;

'Do what you have to', she said. Her voice was less enthusiastic than I had hoped, but at least I had gotten her to agree to it. I could hardly believe it; she really had just agreed to having sex with her father. Now I could put my plan into action.

I had to wait until her parents came to stay with us the following month. The Saturday evening went like all the others. Conchita's mother collapsed under the excess of alcohol and was taken to bed by her father. That night I was even more horny than usual. I explained to Conchita that I wanted her to be as noisy as possible during our love making. I told her that I would be having sex with her three times before we got up on Sunday morning. She looked quizzically at me but I just said that it was essential to my plan.

I fucked Conchita as soon as we went to bed, again at around three in the morning, and once more just as the sun came up. She was as loud as I had wanted her to be, and there was no way that her father in the room next door wouldn't have heard us.

Next morning I told Conchita to get herself and her mother out of the house for half an hour or so, leaving me alone with her father. She made me promise to be subtle in my approach to him. I told her not to worry. If everything went to plan, he wouldn't know that he was being manipulated, and any seduction would see her as an innocent party.

Conchita managed to convince her mother that a trip to the market was necessary, and with a final glance of concern in my direction, she left the house. Conchita's father was reading the Sunday paper in the living room. I excused myself, telling him that I was just popping down to the tool shed at the end of the back yard to check out supplies for a barbecue. When I got there, I took out the cellular phone I had brought with me and dialled my own house number. I must admit that I was a little nervous as I waited for Conchita's father to pick up the receiver. Then, suddenly, I heard his familiar voice saying hello. I covered the mouthpiece with a handkerchief and, speaking in a deeper tone, introduced myself as Carlos wanting to talk to Juan. I prayed that he wouldn't recognise the voice as that of his son in law. What excuse could I possibly give? But no, everything was alright. He told my alter ego, Carlos, to hang on whilst he shouted for me in the yard. I heard him put the phone down on the table as he walked towards the back door.

'Juan, there's a phone call for you. Guy called Carlos.'

'Be right there.' I replied.

Leaving the cell phone live, I dashed into the house and picked up the phone in the hall. I left the door open so that Conchita's father could eavesdrop on my conversation with myself. I made it sound as though Carlos was offering me a ticket to go with him to the other end of the country to watch my home town soccer team play an important match. This would involve an overnight stay in a hotel. I replied that I'd love to, but that I couldn't leave my wife alone, not even for just one night.

Knowing that my stage whisper voice was carrying to my father in law in the living room, I made it seem as though my friend was dragging an answer out of me. So I made an explanation which basically said that Conchita had very recently become addicted to sex, and that I was worried if she didn't get it from me then she would from someone else. I told the imaginary Carlos that if I went away to watch this soccer game with him, then by eight o'clock that evening, Conchita would have on her shortest dress, her highest heels and be out trawling the downtown bars looking for a man. I kept up this repartee for a couple of minutes before finally allowing myself to be coaxed into going away for the night with Carlos. I made sure that I clearly mentioned the date that I would be away from home hoping that Conchita's father was taking this all in.

When Conchita and her mother returned, I took my wife to one side and told her to act disappointed when I announced my trip away and that I would explain everything when her parents had gone. She duly did this, and something from her father's expression told me that he had heard and digested every word I had said to my non existent friend. From now on the ball was in his court.

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Conchita's story: Before and During

When Juan first brought up the subject of Papa lusting after me, he thought that it came as a surprise. In fact, I had known this for a very long time. Even before Juan and I had met, I had been aware that the looks Papa had given me when Momma wasn't looking were not the looks that a father gives a daughter. At first it frightened me. But, as I became older, that fear turned to excitement. I would deliberately wear revealing clothes when he was around, always hoping for that rush of adrenaline if I could catch him looking at my breasts or legs.

So, when Juan first suggested that he could get Papa to make a pass at me, I was filled with mixed feelings. On the one hand I desperately wanted something to come of it, but on the negative side, I was afraid that something might go wrong. I was finally convinced when Juan told me of the photos Papa had taken. Only a man who really fancied his daughter would risk doing such a thing. But it still served my purposes to be seen by Juan as a less than enthusiastic participant to incest.

After my parents had gone home that Sunday morning, Juan was so excited about what was to happen that he said he had to start making plans right away. He had arranged for my father to think that I was some kind of nymphomaniac, who would be all alone this coming Wednesday and out on the town looking for a man. Juan assured me that if Papa did have any intentions of coming on to me, then he would find some way of coming around on Wednesday and making his move. Juan also said that Papa must have formulated some kind of plan of his own and that all I had to do was to show the same kind of passive reaction that I would give to any other man. In other words, Juan said, let Papa do all the running.

Wednesday afternoon came and Juan arrived home from work early at about four o'clock. He said he had parked the car two blocks away so that if Papa did come around then he would not see it. He went into the little cupboard we have in the living room and set up a video link to a TV in our room. I could see from the picture that there was a good view of the couch and one easy chair, so Juan told me to make sure that any action was centred there. On no account was I to let Papa take me out of the field of vision, he instructed.

At around five o'clock, Juan told me to go upstairs and get ready just in case Papa came early. To be honest I didn't think that he would come at all. It's one thing to fantasise about screwing your daughter, but quite another to actually put it into reality. For all that though, my heart was fluttering with anticipation.

I showered first before getting myself ready for Papa. I put my long hair into a controlled mess on top and secured it in place with a ribbon. Then I applied full night time make up and deep red lip gloss. Juan told me to dress as if I was going out to a club. With that in mind, I put on a silver top, which just about covered my boobs and was held in place by a thin halter strap which was fastened into an easy to undo bow lower down my back. The material was shiny, and so thin that any hardening of my nipples would be instantly visible. Then I slipped a black vinyl micro skirt over my hips, which, even though extremely short, still had slits in the sides allowing a view to the very top of my thighs. In fact, the splits were so high that the sides of my panties would have been visible if I had decided to wear any, which I hadn't. Finally, I picked out a pair of black strappy sandals with four inch heels and straps that fastened half way up my calves. As I looked at myself in the mirror I was very pleased with my sexy, tarty appearance.

When I entered the lounge, Juan too expressed his satisfaction at the way I looked, and said that I must be the sexiest bait that had ever been dangled in front of a man. And that's exactly what I felt like; jail bait for my father.

The time had moved on to seven o'clock and it was beginning to get dark outside. I pulled the curtains in the living room and switched on the table lamps. They would serve two purposes. First, the light would show to Papa that there was someone at home if he should drive by, and secondly, that they would give the necessary illumination to video record any action that might occur. Juan suggested that we go up to the front bedroom and keep an eye out for Papa through the darkened windows.

By seven twenty it was almost completely dark outside and there was still no sign of my father. Juan had started to rub my ass underneath my skirt and he said after this was over he was going to fuck me senseless because of the way I looked tonight. As his finger played around my pussy, I started to get wet and was now praying that something would happen soon.

Then, down the far end of the street, we saw some car lights. As they came nearer we both held our breath. We couldn't make out anything about the car, as it was too dark and still too far away. It was moving quite fast and we thought that it must be going by, but then, when it was about six houses away, the car began to slow down. Juan had stopped rubbing me by now and was holding my hand tightly. His grip almost broke my fingers as the car pulled up right outside our house.

'It's him', Juan began. 'It's your father. He's taken the bait. He's actually come round to seduce you. I never thought he'd really do it, but he has. He's here!'

Juan told me to go downstairs and play it as we had discussed; that I was dressed as though I was about to go out, but now that Papa was here I would stay with him if he wanted. My heart was racing as I left Juan watching the video link in our room and rushed down the stairs. The butterflies in my tummy were doing somersaults.

I entered the living room and waited for Papa to ring the doorbell. It seemed like ages before I heard it, but it was only thirty seconds later that I found myself about to open the front door to an evening that would change my life forever.

As I slowly opened the door, I saw Papa standing there looking at me with his mouth wide open. I broke the extended silence with a greeting. I only realised at that moment something that should have occurred to me earlier; that Papa would be more nervous than I was. After all, he didn't know that he was being set up for this. As far as he was concerned, he was risking everything this evening by coming around with the specific intention of fucking his own daughter. The more I tried to imagine how he must be feeling, the more excited and empowered I felt myself.

Papa returned my hello with a weak, almost inaudible reply. I had never before seen him so unsure. He gave me a very long, uninhibited look up and down, and said that he just happened to be in the area and thought he would call in on Juan and I. The liar, I thought. Papa knew full well that Juan should not have been here. But, innocently, I reminded him that Juan had gone to a soccer match and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Papa asked if he had caught me just about to go out. I told him that I was about to go surprise a girlfriend, but now that he was here I would stay in with him if he liked. With that offer, Papa's face changed to one of pure lust. He walked passed me and into the hallway without hesitation.

I asked him nonchalantly what he was doing in the area. He said he had come out to pick up a video cassette for the evening, as Momma had gone to her sister's. And, as the video store was nearby, he thought he would just pop in to see us, completely forgetting that Juan would not be here. Good try Papa, I thought to myself. And I decided not to point out to him that the video store was only one mile from his house, yet four miles from ours.

As I followed Papa into the living room and he took his seat at the end of the couch, I noticed that he was holding something in his hand. When I enquired what it was, he looked down at the object and expressed surprise at why he would have bothered to bring the video cassette in with him rather than leaving it in the car. Instinct told me that he brought it in for a reason connected with his plan to seduce me, so I said that if we were going to spend the night in, then we might as well watch it. Papa recoiled at that idea with mock embarrassment, but I could tell that he wanted me to dig deeper. So I asked him why we shouldn't put it on. After hesitating for just the right amount of time, Papa finally came out with the reason I had expected; it was a dirty video. Now it was my turn to express mock surprise. And after suitable protestation, I laughed and said that in these days of equal opportunity, it was my right to watch a sex film if I wanted to. And papa let me snatch it out of his hand just a little too easily.

As I walked slowly towards the VCR, I could feel Papa's eyes burning into me. It was a strange and yet exciting feeling to finally realise that your father wants you. Even more exciting to know that he was now making a play for you. I bent over from the waist as I put the cassette into the machine, making sure I gave Papa a good upshot of my legs and bare ass. As I turned around, I could see that he already had one hand in his trouser pocket, rubbing away at his obvious bulge. I took my seat in the easy chair opposite the couch, and with Papa's eyes firmly fixed upon me, slowly crossed my legs towards him.

I pressed 'PLAY' on the remote control and the video got started. From the first two minutes, I could tell that it was going to be thin on plot. In the first scene, a young white girl was being play raped by two big black guys. If I hadn't already been on heat, then this movie would have done the trick. As it was, my pussy was dripping both at the action on the screen and the knowledge that Papa was getting his rocks off just looking at me.

Remembering why we were both here, I began to fidget in my seat, giving Papa the, as it happens, very real impression that I was becoming extremely turned on. As I was wondering what kind of move Papa would make on me, he made it. With a distinctly nervous tremor in his voice, Papa said that the view of the TV was much better from the couch, so why didn't I come over and join him. I cannot suitably express the thrill I felt as I stood up and walked over to him. This was it, I thought. This is where he makes his move. I knew that upstairs, Juan would also be very excited by now, and had probably already pulled himself off.

Our couch is very long, and I could have chosen many places to sit on it that would have left space between Papa and I. But I thought it about time that I gave him a bit of encouragement, so, walking as sexily as I could, I moved across the room and took my seat so close to Papa that I was almost on his lap. Judging by Papa's expression, the gesture was not lost on him. Once again, I slowly crossed my legs towards him. From where he sat, I knew that Papa would have a really good view of my thighs now that my already short skirt had risen on sitting.

For the next five minutes or so, we both watched the sex on the video without speaking or moving. I thought it would be good if I made another move; this time a fish for a compliment. So I said, offhandedly, that the arms of the girl just being fucked by the fireman looked so soft. Papa took the bait. I felt his left arm go around back of me and then his coarse hand was on my left shoulder and upper arm, gently rubbing my skin.

'Nobody's got softer, more beautiful skin than you, my bambino', Papa whispered in my right ear.

I turned to him and smiled. Then I put my hand on his leg and gave it a squeeze saying:

'Thank you, Papa. You say the sweetest things.'

I left my hand on Papa's thigh, hoping that it would encourage him to be bolder with his daughter. It did. As the action on the screen got more and more heated, I began to genuinely squirm in my seat. I was aware of Papa's gaze upon me as I uncrossed my legs and began to rub my thighs together, hoping that the friction would pass up to my pussy and scratch the itch that I couldn't reach. At the same time I began to squeeze Papa's leg. Spurred on by his daughter's increasing sexual frenzy, I felt Papa's hand gently massaging my neck and shoulder. As the fireman's dick thrust in and out of the girl, with greater speed, and her moans became louder, and Papa's hand worked at my shoulders, I dreamily said:

'Oooooooohhhhhh!, Papa that's nice. That's sooooo good.'

'I can be even nicer.' Papa began. 'You want I should carry on?'

'OOOOOOoohhhhh, yesssss Papa. Don't stop.' I whispered huskily.

Papa kept on rubbing me with his left hand and then began to brush my right arm with the back of his right hand. By now, I had slipped down in my seat so that my eyes were at about the level of Papa's chest, my legs were stretched out, and my skirt raised to the very top of my thighs. As the girl on the screen approached her climax, I began to rub my thighs together faster and with more abandon. Papa had me in the perfect position to carry on his seduction. He started to rub my arms, shoulders and neck with greater force now. I was melting at his touch. Papa sensed he had me and moved his right hand onto my bare belly to begin gently rubbing it. As his hand traced circles on my tummy, and the fireman thrust deeper and faster, I squirmed uncontrollably now on the couch.

'OOOHhhhhhhhhh, Papa, that's sooooo good', I enthused.

It was then that I decided to make my final act of encouragement. In an effort to bring myself off by rubbing my legs together, I accidentally, on purpose, allowed myself to slide further down on the couch, thus raising my skirt even higher and exposing to Papa my bald pussy. I pretended that I didn't care that he could see my most private region, and of course, I didn't. Papa took the hint. I watched with awe and excitement, as my father's right hand moved slowly down from my tummy, over the folds of my rucked up vinyl skirt and onto my twitching wet pussy. As he inserted that first finger deep into his daughter's wet hole, I looked up at him with my half closed eyes, and groaned loudly.

'Oooooooooo, Papa, Papa, that's so gooddddd. Don't stop. Keep going faster'

Papa knew he could do anything to me at that point, but I guess he didn't know how long that would last. So, while he continued to finger my twat, he looked down to me and said:

'Undo my fly, bambino. I want to have you.'

'Yes, Papa', I replied, with the look of wanton desire clear on my face.

I turned slightly to my right and brought my hands up to his trousers. I undid the button first, and as the zipper came down to its lowest position, my father's cock sprang out at me. It was hard, throbbing and wet at the tip. And after many years of waiting, he was finally going to stick it to his daughter.

Papa slid off the couch and knelt between my wide parted legs. As he brought his dick up to my entrance, the look on his face told me how much he desired me. Laying flat at the edge of the couch, my knees pushed back so that they almost touched my face, I screamed with delight as my father made his first thrust deep inside my pussy. Slowly, he brought his hips back so that his manhood nearly came out of me, then he slammed it back in with a look of anger on his face. Papa kept up this slow rhythm until I was howling at him to go faster.

But Papa was in a teasing mood and was enjoying having his daughter beg for his meat. I reached out my arms to his head and pulled his face down to mine. As Papa's lips found mine, I opened my mouth inviting his tongue in to explore me. Papa's saliva eagerly found its way down passed my tongue and into my throat. I gently bit on Papa's lips and all of this served my purpose; he began to fuck me with increasing speed. As he pulled his mouth from mine, Papa told me to lift up so that he could take my top off. He undid the bow holding it together and it fell off me revealing my breasts and hard nipples. Papa's eyes nearly came out of their sockets when he saw them.

'I have always wanted to see and touch and lick these melons, my bambino', he grunted.

Then his rough hands were squeezing them without mercy. As he lowered his face to chew on my nipples, I became aware that I was close to orgasm and was giving out a loud and steady cry of:

'Oh! Oh! Oh1 Oh! Oh!', as Papa's dick banged in and out of my now swollen pussy.

'Faster Papa, faster, faster, I'm coming, I'm coming', I pleaded.

I bent my legs tightly around Papa's waist and locked my high heels together.

Papa could sense that he was about to send his daughter to the heights of pleasure and duly obliged me by thrusting his meat into my love box with even greater speed.

And then, my mind was twirling and whirling around as wave after wave of intense feeling coursed from my clitoris to my brain. As my body bucked and convulsed in orgasm, the only thing I could remember was that I was actually being fucked by my own father. Juan's plan had worked and the fantasies of three people had been fulfilled. As I wondered whether this would become a regular event, I was brought back to the present by Papa's sudden exit from my vagina and his harsh voice ordering me to open my mouth. I did what I was told as Papa scrambled his body over mine and placed his dick between my lips. He made it just in time. No sooner had he put it in my mouth than I felt his hot spunk gush out onto my tongue. As I swallowed Papa's semen, I looked up into his contorted face. I could only imagine how he felt as he gazed down upon his only daughter greedily gulping on the stuff that had made her in the first place. As he pulled his cock from out of my mouth, silvery strands of cum made a bridge to my lips. I broke them with my finger before teasingly licking it dry.

I lay underneath Papa for about five minutes while he recovered. Apart from my husband, Juan, he was the only man I had ever been with. Now that he knew his daughter to be a sex mad slut, what other things would he demand? Would Juan let him know that he had been set up? If so, would I become the plaything for both of them together? So many possibilities. But right now, I was content. I had been given a good fucking and could expect another one later; maybe I was becoming a nymphomaniac.

Eventually, Papa stood up and pulled up his pants. I remained where I was; shagged out. Papa took the video out of the VCR and held on to it tight as if to say to me, 'that did its job'.

'You can't know how long I've wanted you, bambino', he said.

'I know exactly how long you've wanted to do that to me, Papa. That's why I left those photographs out for you', I replied, smiling.

Papa smiled too.

'You always were a smart girl. Maybe you can persuade Juan to go away more often', he said, as he walked out into the hall to leave.

Maybe I can, I thought. Maybe I can.

As Papa's car pulled away, I heard Juan running down the stairs. His face was beaming. He said he couldn't believe how well it had all gone, and that he had everything on tape and could watch it as often as he liked. I asked what his plans were, now that Papa and I had fucked. Juan said that he would like to confront Papa and suggest a threesome. He asked if I would like that. I nodded consent. I could see that that made Juan very excited. I was still laying in the position that Papa had left me, as Juan pulled down his trousers and said:

'Open your mouth again, baby. I want to have sloppy seconds.'

 

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