A tale of loss and lust

The story is quite long, but hopefully it will keep you amused. As always any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely accidental. All characters are made up from my own warped imagination. The story belongs to me, so please do not use it without my permission. This tale contains descriptions of many kinds of sexual activity, so if you are under 18, or those kind of things offend you, please move on. The story is set in a utopian World where STD's and unwanted pregnancies do not exist.

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Franca had been 17 when her mother died. She remembered it all vividly. The long nights at the hospice as she watched her vibrant mother slowly eaten away by the cancer in her bowels, then later her kidneys and liver. At the same time she watched her handsome father disintegrate before her eyes.

Her father and mother had met in high school and married at the earliest convenient time. Franca had already been growing in her mother`s womb when she walked down the aisle to marry her father. Both were only just turned eighteen and Franca knew that theirs was truly a marriage of passion and deep, deep love.

She knew this because she had heard the noises that emanated from their bedroom almost every night, and sometimes during the day if they thought her music was loud enough. Their love also encompassed Franca. They had never had another child, so their entire affection was polarised on Franca. Franca`s birthday was Christmas Eve, but unlike other children who had the misfortune to be born in the festive season her parents always showered her with two lots of presents.

Franca wasn`t spoilt though. She had received her fair share of spankings from both her parents, and pocket money was earned in their house. That house was a nice detached three bedroom in the leafy suburbs of South London. Her father had poured every penny he had earnt working for his family haulage company into that house. He hadn`t blown his money at the bookies or the pub like many of his friends, instead he had provided a wonderous home for the two women he loved with all his heart.

When her mother had eventually died Franca watched her father withdraw. He held himself together just enough to go to work and provide for the daughter that now became the sole focus of his boundless love. They travelled extensively and by the age of twenty Franca had seen over fifty countries. There was nothing inappropriate. Just a father and daughter enjoying their lives as if to honour the beautiful woman that they had both lost to early.

Franca knew there was a sadness in her father. She also knew that he must miss the physical side of a relationship. Anybody who had had as much sex as he had had with her mother must miss it. She also knew this as she had just started sleeping with her boyfriend Evan. She must have definitely inherited her mother`s sex gene, if one existed, as she recognised the sounds she made when she climaxed as those she had heard through the thin walls of the house from the age of twelve.

Her father never minded when Evan stayed over, he just dropped subtle hints about not ruining her life to early. A veiled inference to her not getting pregnant like her mother. Franca had no intention of doing so as she was already enrolled in University and scoring straight A´s on her way to her dream of becoming a doctor. She wanted to be the one that finally cured cancer so that other families wouldn`t feel the pain that hers had.

Evan was working in the local bank. They had met at the local amateur football social club. He was an avid player and one of her best friends had dragged her along as she had been dating his best friend. They had got on from the first minute.

He may have had the most boring job in the World according to Franca, but he made up for it between the sheets. Evan was an innovative and caring lover who never failed to help her achieve at least one climax whenever they shared a bed, back seat of his car, or in the summer the beach, or a deserted stretch of countryside. She loved it when his six inch penis penetrated her vagina, or if he slid it in and out of her mouth as her tongue weaved patterns on the thick head and veiny shaft. He could also give her head for hours at a time. Evan seemed to love it more than she did as his tongue delved between her folds or his lips suctioned her throbbing love button. When he did this there was no stopping her orgasm, and when she kissed Evan, after he eventually came up for air, she loved tasting her own acrid juices on his lips.

Franca had been so caught up with her own love affair with Evan she hadn`t even noticed that her father had been spending more and more time away from the house, and sometimes not returning until the early hours. So it came as somewhat of a shock when her father took her for a curry at the restaurant they both loved as it reminded them of meals with her mother. Pushing their empty plates away and washing away the spicy food with cold Kingfisher beer her father had almost whispered, "Franca darling. I`ve met someone. Please don`t be mad!"

Franca wasn`t at all upset. In fact quite the opposite. That her still young and handsome father had got back in the dating pool was music to her ears as she had felt slightly guilty at her own happiness while he still obviously missed her mother.

The next hour and two more beers was spent with her father telling her all about Laura. They had met at a friend's wedding. She was younger than him. Only twenty eight. She worked at an estate agents in the High Street. They had been seeing each other for nearly eight months and Franca`s father thought it was serious enough that she should meet Franca, to which Franca readily agreed. The look of happiness on her father`s face after years of seeing only misery etched into those rugged features made her heart melt.

The next night Franca opened the door to the blonde beauty that her father had been dating. Laura was the opposite to Franca. Her long blonde air fell in a cascade to her shoulders. Franca`s short jet black hair was courtesy of her mother`s Sicilian roots.

Franca had always been shy about her rather large boobs, also a present from her mother`s gene pool, whereas Laura had barely a handful in an obviously very small bra. Franca was tall at nearly five feet ten while Lara was petite at five six, although the three inch heels she wore brought her nearly eye to eye with the barefoot Franca. Both had very nice figures that curved in all the right places, although Franca thought with a twinge of envy that Laura probably didn`t have to spend the six hours a week in the gym that Franca did to achieve that.

Franca was dressed in sweats while Laura was in a smart black skirt suit with a pristine white blouse. Black nylon covered her legs and Franca guessed she had come straight from work.

Before either woman could say anything they hugged as if old friends. Franca because she was happy that this woman had put a sparkle back into her father`s dead eyes, and Laura out of pure relief that the daughter didn`t hate her on sight. When they broke their embrace both studied the others pretty face. Franca knew she was good looking, without being smug, but Laura was truly a beauty with icy blue eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. As Franca looked at those lips painted with subtle red lip gloss she had a surprising urge to press her own lips against them. For a moment she was shaken by this as she had never had a lesbian urge in her life.

Shaking her head slightly as if to clear it she almost yelled, "I`m sorry! Come in. Come in." It was only then that she noticed the small overnight bag in Laura`s right hand. Almost snatching it from her she gabbled, "Dad`s in the lounge. Let me take this upstairs and then I`ll join you."

Pointing through a door at the end of the hallway Franca skipped up the stairs and deposited the little leather bag directly in the middle of her father`s King size bed before scampering back down the stairs. As she arrived at the door to the lounge she nearly interrupted a very passionate kiss between her father and Laura, blushing slightly when she noticed Laura gently massaging the rather large bulge in her father`s jeans.

There was an uneasy silence when her father and Laura noticed Franca in the doorway watching them, then all returned to normal as her father poured wine into three glasses before they all sat down. Her father and Laura sat on the sofa holding hands and Franca in one of the large armchairs. The next two hours passed in a flash for Franca. She loved Laura. Gorgeous, intelligent, and apparently earning her own money so didn`t see her father as the Golden Goose. What also struck her was how her father and she looked at each other. There was no way that passion, or was it lust, could be faked. Franca was having such a nice time that she nearly forgot she was meeting Evan at ten in The Black Boar around the corner.

She rushed up the stairs and threw on a sweatshirt and jeans before running back down the stairs. A quick kiss as normal to her father`s cheek was followed by an impulsive kiss for Laura that became embarrassing when Laura moved her head at an inopportune moment and Franca`s lips landed squarely on the blonde woman`s. A brief minute of both women apologising profusely was interrupted by her father's loud laughing, a sound Franca had not heard in many months. His apparent mirth calmed the pregnant pause and all three were chuckling as Franca headed out of the front door to meet Evan.

Around twelve Franca turned her key as silently as possible in the front door. Her father had left the hall light on as he had always done since she started staying out past ten o`clock, but the other lights were all dark. Tiptoeing up the stairs Franca avoided the one that always creaked and reached the landing. Walking towards her own bedroom in her bare feet she stopped when she heard a low moan come from her father`s bedroom.

The door to his room was slightly open, a crack of flickering pale light could be seen through the inch or so where the door was not fully closed. With held breath Franca cautiously approached the door and placed one eye against the crack.

The bedroom was lit by only three large candles which accounted for the shimmering light she had seen. To her shock Franca also discovered the cause of the moan she had heard. Her father was standing in front of the full length mirror that she had used when playing dress up as a very young girl. He was completely naked. Franca breathed a sigh of relief when his man bits were not immediately visible, then swallowed hard when she realised the reason for that was that a bobbing blonde head blocked her view. Laura was on her knees before him and obviously sucking on his penis while her father watched what she was doing in the mirror.

Lara was wearing a black lingerie set that comprised a lacy black bra, thong panties and black stockings held up with a matching garter belt. Franca was just about to turn away and go into her room when she caught Laura`s reflection in the mirror. The way the mirror was placed meant her father couldn`t see her, but Franca couldn`t be sure but it looked like Laura winked at her.

Franca was stunned into inaction, just standing there in the darkened hallway as she watched this woman, who she had only met a few hours before, give her father fellatio. It seemed like hours that she watched Laura skilfully pleasure him with her mouth, tongue, and hands. Again Franca was uncertain if Laura knew she was there, but it seemed strange that she never allowed Franca`s view to be obscured throughout the whole process.

Even when her father grabbed two large handfuls of blonde hair and groaned loudly as he ejaculated in Laura`s mouth Franca had a perfect view as Laura swallowed each spurt before she turned her face to the mirror, licked her lips and Franca saw her father`s full penis for the first time in her life as it slipped from between those bright red lips.

Franca hastily ran across the hallway and into her own bedroom, ripping off her clothes even as she delved into the bottom shelf of her nightstand. As she fell naked on the bed her hand closed around the cold plastic of the vibrator that Evan had bought her as a joke when he went on a course for a fortnight and he had told her, "She could use it to replace his dick!".

Franca had only resorted to using it a few times since then, and only when she had been extremely aroused. This was definitely one of those times as the purple plastic slipped easily between the soaked lips of her vagina. As she fiddled with the knob to get the speed just right she clenched her eyes tightly shut and lay back with her head on the pillow, her legs splayed wide, letting herself breathe for the first time since peering into the bedroom across the hall.

Franca was astounded at how rapidly she came. Normally she would need five minutes of running the plastic phallus around her clitoris before another few minutes of pushing it deeper and deeper inside her. This time she was stifling a moan and biting her pillow in less than two minutes of the vibrator resting against her stiff bud. Moving the vibrator away from her now hyper sensitive parts she lay shivering and sweating on the bedcovers in the dark room.

Just as her heart had stopped hammering and her skin started to cool she was contemplating crawling under the covers when the shouts started coming from across the hallway. "Oh Derek baby that feels so, so good. Yes baby just like that. Your tongue is great. That`s it baby tongue my arse. Make it really wet so you can stick you`re dick up there. Aaaaah! Yes. Yes. Yes. Lick my cunt and finger my arse. You know I love it when you do me in the arse. Give me your cock to suck. I want it rock hard when you shove it in my back door. Umph. Umph!"

Franca lay in the dark listening to her father licking Laura`s arse and pussy. Her mind was unfortunately filled with visions of her father pumping the gorgeous Laura in the arse. Franca and Evan had never tried anal, but when Laura`s screams of obvious delight echoed around the house she made a mental note to try it the moment she and Evan were together the next time even as her hand closed once more around the vibrator and hurriedly shoved it between her legs.

Laura came very loudly in the next room and Franca joined her seconds later, albeit very much more quietly, although equally intensely. A shuddering Franca crawled unsteadily between her sheets and spent a fitful night interrupted three more times by the sounds of joy being screamed by both participants from across the hall.

When Franca walked bleary eyed into the kitchen the next morning she found it empty apart from a note from her father. "Gone to work. So glad you liked Laura. I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. Hope you are happy for us. Love Dad. PS We are going for a drink at The Black Boar tonight at seven. Hope you and Evan can join us?"

So it was that a month later she and Evan were at the local registry office to witness her father Derek Chalmers marry Laura Grey. Laura had already sold her flat and moved in with them by this time and the three of them lived contentedly under one roof. Laura never tried to replace her mother, instead she was just like an all knowing big sister that Franca came to adore. They never mentioned that first night. Laura never admitted to knowing Franca was watching, and Franca never got up the nerve to ask.

Franca bought some earplugs as Laura didn`t get any quieter as she and Franca`s father seemed to have noisy sex a hundred times a day. Evan was replaced by Joe, a young medical student who knew his way around a body in more ways than one much to Franca`s intense satisfaction. Franca herself was no slouch in the bedroom, and after giving her anal cherry to Evan the very next night as she had promised herself she thought herself to be an accomplished lover. At least she had got no complaints from Joe as she got him off regularly in her mouth, vagina, and anus.

Everything was perfect until one snowy day in December three years later. Both of the women rushed to open the door when they heard footsteps in the drive. Expecting to see the main man in their lives returning from driving an emergency load to Glasgow after one of the drivers called sick they were taken aback at the two uniformed police officers standing in front of their door.

Derek`s lorry had been involved in a mass pile up on the M1 due to thick fog and an icy road. He had been trapped in his cab for an hour, passing away on the journey to hospital. The two women's World collapsed. Hazily they moved through the process of burying their patriarch. Derek`s will split everything equally between the two women. Both took a month off. Franca from her studies, and Laura from her job.

After a month spent moping around the house punctuated by loud sobs and time spent crying alone in the dark they went to the pub to decide what to do next. Laura was an orphan with no siblings or immediate family. Franca still had two years of medical school to do. It was mutually agreed that they would carry on living together as the two had become good friends. Tentatively Franca broached the subject of Laura finding a new lover. "Laura. If you find someone nice that you want to bring home. You know. If you miss the, how should I say this? The physical side. I don`t mind you know!"

"I´m not ready to replace Derek yet. Maybe in the future!" Lara mumbled into her Gin and tonic.

"You`re still only thirty three you know. I´m sure you have urges. I heard you and Dad going at it every night. So I`m just saying. Even if you just want a no strings attached fuck. Please don`t worry about me being hurt or upset. Just do it!"

Laura gave a tired laugh and laid her hand over Franca`s on the small table between them. "That`s nice of you Franca, but Derek was really the love of my life. I`m positive that I will get to that point where I need a cock. Any cock. Well a big cock!"

The two women laughed for the first time since the police had arrived at their door then Laura continued, "But I`m not there yet. I still have my best friend if I get lonely," Laura waggled the fingers of her right hand suggestively and they both giggled.

They were still laughing as they staggered through the front door three hours later. They had drunk much more than normal, and Franca felt like her head was full of cotton wool, plus the furniture appeared to be moving around crazily as she slumped on the sofa. Laura dropped into one of the armchairs opposite her. The room was dark and cold when Franca woke up. Looking at her watch she saw it was past three o`clock. Laura was still snoring softly in the armchair. She shook her cautiously, "Wake up Laura. It`s after three. Let`s get to bed!"

Laura opened one eye. "I`m freezing. What the fuck happened?"

"We got pissed and fell asleep in the lounge. I forgot to put the heating on and it`s bloody Baltic in here."

Slowly they helped each other up the stairs. Laura kissed Franca on the cheek and pushed through her bedroom door with a quiet, "Goodnight!" Franca stared after her until she heard the sound of Laura brushing her teeth in the ensuite bathroom, then she entered her own bathroom and brushed her own teeth vigorously trying to remove the taste and smell of stale gin.

Franca had just pulled on a pair of pyjama shorts and an old Hard Rock Café T-shirt that she had bought with her father in Budapest when she heard a timid knock on her bedroom door. Opening the door she found Laura standing there in a gorgeous emerald silk night gown that was trimmed in black lace and hung to half way down her thigh. Bashfully she stared at the floor as she asked shyly, "Would you mind awfully if I asked you to sleep in my bed. It`s so huge without Derek, plus I`m fucking freezing."