Heather and Claire Pt. 01

Heather was beautiful. Dark hair, green eyes, and a body that screamed "fuck me" I had to admit, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in person.

But it wasn't just her looks that made her so attractive. She was also my stepdaughter, since I married her stepmother Claire(F34).

We had dinner together almost every night. Heather always made time to eat with me and her mommy. And as much as I loved Claire, I could not deny that I loved Heather too.

The Day before it all went so wrong, or maybe right, I was sitting at the table, eating dinner with my wife and Heather. I was watching Heather's face as she ate. Her eves were closed and her mouth was full of food. The way her lips parted when she chewed, I could see her tongue moving inside her mouth. She had a gorgeous smile, which lit up her whole face.

My eyes moved down from her face, over her neck, to her chest. She was wearing a low-cut shirt, showing off her cleavage. I couldn't help but stare. When I looked back up, she was looking right at me. She smiled at me and winked. That was the relationship we had. Even though we shouldn't, she flirted with me. Claire, her mother, never said anything, but she must have noticed. Heather smiled at me and winked.

"Honey," Claire said, breaking my train of thought. "You look like you're thinking about something,"

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about work," I replied, trying to change the subject.

"What do you want for your birthday?" she asked.

"Umm... I don't know. I haven't really given it any thought yet."

"Well, what would you like?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say.

What did I want? I wanted to spend time with my wife and Heather. I wanted to be with them both.

I knew that if I said that I wanted to spend time with Heather, that would make Claire mad. If I said I wanted to spend time with both of them, then Heather would think that I wanted to spend time with her too, and Claire would be satisfied.

"I'd like to spend it with both of you," I said.

"That's wonderful," Claire said. She collected my empty plate and hers and went to the kitchen.

"Heather and I will plan something!"

As soon as Claire left Heather leaned forward to grab some food and her breast slipped out of her shirt.

It was only a small slip, but I still saw it.

"Shit!" I said. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to hide my erection. I knew that if Claire saw it, she would get pissed. I washed my hands and calmed down.

When I can back out Claire and Heather we're talking. Claire was drinking wine.

I noticed that Heather was looking at me. When our eyes meet, she winked. She was still flirting with me.

Heather said, "Maybe we could all go camping together. You, me, and Mommy."

My heart skipped a beat. That sounded actually pretty fun, and honestly the thought of sleeping in the same space as my two girls felt right in some wrong way.

Claire beamed as she looked at Heather and me. I was relieved that she was okay with our newfound closeness.

We walked back to the table, discussing places for a potential birthday celebration. Heather made eye contact with me, her eyes lit up, and I felt an almost tangible connection between us.

That night, as I lay in bed, I was filled with excitement. I had planned my perfect birthday gift. I would be spending with my wife and stepdaughter. We'd be going camping for three days. I'd request off work tomorrow.

Claire turned over and looked me. She put her glasses on. Her green eyes stared back at me. I loved it when we fucked and she wore her glasses. She pulled the blanket off, revealing her beautiful body to me in a lacy black bra. Her brown hair, naturally curly, stuck out around her face like the rays of sunlight on a stormy day.

"I've been thinking about you all night," she whispered.

Claire swung a leg over me and lifted her arms up to unhook her bra. It slid off her shoulders. A small noise escaping her lips. Her breasts were big, round, full. They hung a little. My hand could barely cover one.

I started to lick and suck them as she moaned in pleasure. She felt so good against me. I ran my hands up and down her body as we kissed passionately. This was the most intense sex we'd had in a while. She was incredible; I wanted this moment to last forever.

I moved my hands down Claire body, caressing her curves, and then down to her panties. I pulled them off, making sure to take my time exploring every inch of her body with my touch and tongue. Claire responded eagerly, pushing herself closer to me as if demanding more pleasure.

We continued exploring each other until we both reached the point of no return. We came together in a powerful explosion of desire that left us both breathless and exhausted.

Later on, when our breathing had returned to normal, Claire whispered into the darkness, "I needed you so bad." I smiled at her in agreement before drifting off into a deep sleep filled with dreams of camping trips with Heather and Claire by my side.

The next morning I woke up long before Claire. I went down stairs and was surprised. Heather was awake drinking some coffee. Her Friday courses didn't start until noon. She was wearing a baggy tee-shirt, no bra, and blue panties.

"Have fun last night?" she said, her lips curling up with barely concealed mischief. I blinked and felt my cheeks flush--even though we were in the opposite corner of the house, Claire and I had been anything but quiet.

"Yes," I stammered, my voice barely audible.

"Was it different from usual?" she asked, her smirk widening. I stared at her, my confusion apparent.

"Why would you ask that?"

Her smile grew, teeth glinting in the light.

"Because I slipped Mom an aphrodisiac last night," she whispered, leaning forward and cupping her breasts suggestively in her hands. My shock was palpable.

"What?? Why would you do that?"

She winked mischievously. "To give you a good time."

I stared at her for a second. She leaned back and said, "You could say thank you, you know?"

"I don't know if that's appropriate. I sure as hell know that you giving your mother an aphrodisiac isn't."

Heather rolled her eyes. "I love her but she's getting a little stale. So I figured as an early birthday present I'd help you out."

She smiled again. "I have plenty more where that came from. I'll be bringing it on the trip."

"Heather you shouldn't do that."

Heather shrugged.

"Maybe I'll leave you two at the campsite and go on a private hike for a while. Speaking of which I need to go change." She stood up and took off her top right there.

Her small, but full breasts immediately gave me an erection. I didn't run this time, and she smiled back. She walked behind me and dragged the blade of her index finger along my back.

"Or maybe I'll give it to her and let myself enjoy it. See you tonight, Daddy."

We were an hour into the drive before I noticed it. It was a small white powder in a plastic Ziploc bag. The bag was nearly bursting. Heather had put it in my toiletry bag. Hoping I'd see it no doubt. I should have thrown it away. I didn't. I just shut the bag, paid for the gas, and got back in the car. Heather made very purposeful eye contact with me and mouthed the words "happy birthday."

We pulled up to the campsite and unloaded our gear, setting up tents, chairs and a small fire pit. I grabbed the keys to the car and headed for the parking lot that was surrounded by tall pines while my family unpacked supplies from boxes, coolers and bags. I could hear them laughing as I made my way through the woods.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Heather had taken off her clothes and lay sprawled out on a lawn chair, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. She had that same mischievous glint in her eye as she watched me approach. Beside her knelt Claire, fully clothed but with a wild look in her eyes as she sucked eagerly on Heather's nipples. Claire looked like an animal in heat.

"Claire!" I screamed.

Claire turned to me and wiped spit from her full, sensual, blood-red lips. She crawled closer on all fours. "I'm sorry," she said as she breathed heavily. Her large breasts jiggled slightly with each movement of her body. "I just had to... I'm bi-sexual and... fuck I'm so horny. I can't stop myself."

I turned to Heather. "You did this!"

Claire fiddled with her bra, unhooking the front clasp. She pulled a breast out of her bra and held it in one hand. Her nipple was large and brown around the edges; she pinched it between thumb and forefinger and moaned at the sensation. Then she bent her head and took her own nipples into her mouth and sucked on it.

"See love," Claire said. "I know you like it when I suck my own nipples on my big tits, please baby fuck me."

I was speechless as I watched Heather and Claire, mother and daughter, in this terrible role reversal. Claire was a sexual animal, broken by the drugs, and Heather was in total control.

Heather moved into Claire and pulled her in for a kiss. Claire responded without thought. She opened her arms and wrapped them around Heather's neck and let her fingertips feel the end of Heather's hair.

Heather broke away from the kiss and smiled mischievously at me. "Did you like that?" She asked, her voice soft and inviting.

Before I could answer, she leaned down and undid Claire's pants, her hands slipping inside with ease as she teased her inner thighs, making Claire moan with pleasure.

I couldn't take it anymore; I stepped forward and kissed Claire passionately on the lips, tasting the sweet flavor of our daughter's saliva as our tongues danced together. Heather moved closer to us, stroking Claire's body expertly with one hand while the other caressed my back and neck.

The three of us moved to sleeping bags, Heather leading the way as she undressed us both completely. She ran her hands over our bodies, exploring every inch of our skin as if it were something precious and sacred to her. Her touch was gentle yet intensely passionate; I felt an immense wave of pleasure course through me as she explored my body with such delicate care.

Claire moaned in pleasure beneath us as we continued to kiss each other deeply; our tongues entwined expertly around one another's as we explored each other's mouths intimately.

Heather then took control; she sat up on top of us, straddling Claire's waist while pressing herself firmly against me in a slow grinding motion that quickly drove us all wild with desire. We kissed everywhere; our mouths ravishing each other's flesh hungrily until finally Heather let go of all restraint and began fucking both of us wildly - oscillating between Claire pussy and my cock in an almost ritualistic manner that brought both of us to heights unknown before this moment!

When we finally collapsed into one another exhausted from pleasure, Heather smiled.

"I'm so glad we have three more days of this daddy."

The next morning I woke up with a hangover from the drug. Heather must have slipped some to me. The first thing I noticed was that the women were gone. The next thing I noticed were the moans. I opened the tent door. Heather was reclined in a beach chair, her hands gripping a long white vibrator which moved quickly up and down between her legs. Beside her, Claire lay tied to a similar chair, her arms secured with rope around its frame, a vibrator taped firmly over her clitoris and a black cloth gag covering her mouth. Her large breasts heaved up and down with each gasp for air as she fought against her restraints. Her brown hair was totally a mess, and her pale skin had taken on a reddish tint from the sun.

"Come on Mommy," Heather said. "This is us now. Just accept that we're gonna fuck forever."

I walked over to Heather, she saw my erection and smiled.

"Oh daddy," Heather said. "Do you like what you see?"

I looked over to Claire, who had tears in her eyes. I could see she was having trouble understanding what had happened. A string of moans poured from her as she struggled against the desire. The vibrator buzzed between her pussy lips and sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Claire cried out in ecstasy as her body shook with pleasure. Heather's soft lips parted to reveal a hint of pearly white teeth, and her tongue darted out to slide along the length of my shaft, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through me.

"How long has she been in those restraints?" I asked, barely able to contain the moan that threatened to escape my lips.

"A few hours," Heather mumbled between gasps for air, her cheeks hollowed from the effort of taking me into her mouth.

"And how many times did she cum?" I asked.

"I lost count." She said, her voice hoarse and breathless from the effort of strangling my cock with her throat.

"Did you give her any of the drug?" I asked.

She leaned into me, our movements growing more frantic as Claire watched. A heat radiated from her step-daughter's pale flesh and the campsite was electric with anticipation. Her pink and wet cunt readily accepted my cock and it shuddered and twitched with excitement, and her wetness teased my length as I slipped into her body, and I felt a surge of pleasure racing up the length of my spine as I buried myself in her pussy. With each thrust, the feeling of being united against Claire's judgment grew stronger. She smiled, then slide back into her chair.

"Not yet," Heather said going back to masturbating. "I've had a little myself though." I walked over to my wife, she was tied spread-eagle in front of me. I reached down and barely inserted my fingers into my wife's pussy. She immediately came again.

"You aren't usually that sensitive," I said. "do you like cumming in front of your daughter?"

Claire shook her head and struggled against the gag, and Heather laughed sadistically.

Claire eyes widened, and her moans became desperate as she tried to speak through the gag. I couldn't make out anything she was saying, but I could tell her fear and confusion were growing by the second.

Heather leaned in close to Claire and looked her right in the eyes. "Do you want Daddy to cum inside you? Will you accept your fate and be our fuck toy?" Heather asked menacingly.

I stepped forward, my cock throbbing as I looked down at my wife's helpless body. She whimpered as she shook her head back and forth, begging me to release her from her bonds. But it was too late; we had come way too far for that now.

I bent down to whisper in Claire's ear, "It's okay sweetheart," I said softly. "Just relax and let us take care of you."

She closed her eyes for a moment before nodding slowly in acceptance of her fate. I bent down and thrust my cock into the soft folds of my wife's pussy. I felt her shudder, her pussy tightening on me with a wave of arousal. She moaned out loudly, clearly getting close to orgasm. When I cried out, she came with me. Her body shuddered against mine, our sweat-slick skin sticking together as I pulled back her brown hair and kissed her neck softly. Her perfume wafted up between us as we breathed together, letting the pleasure wash over us.

Heather didn't stop she pulled me onto the chair next to Claire and straddled me, pushing my cock deep inside of her as she worked up a powerful rhythm that sent shock waves of pleasure through both our bodies.

When Heather rolled off of me, Claire still had tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity of pleasure she had just experienced - even though she was tied up and gagged throughout it all!

"Let's untie Mommy," Heather said with a smirk on her face before pulling out some scissors from under the lawn chair. She cut away at the rope binding Claire until she was free again - save for the vibrator taped over her clitoris, which was still buzzing away against its soft target!

Claire body was a statue for a beat, then she slid off the metal chair onto her knees. Her eyes were soft and pleading when she looked up at Heather. "Could I have another hit?"

Heather's lips stretched into a mischievous grin as she dashed toward my toiletry bag.

Claire looked up at me with tried eyes.

"You enjoying this?" I asked.

She said, "Its not about enjoying anymore: I've sucked my own stepdaughters nipples, I've fucked you and her at the same time, she's seen me cum a countless number of times, this isn't about enjoying. This is what I am now."

"And what are you?" I asked.

"A fuck toy for you and my daughter."

My erection became huge and swollen. When Heather returned with the bag and needle in hand, Claire lifted her arm obediently.

The Woods were heavy with tension and desire, Claire words ringing in my ears like a mantra. As Heather injected a double dose of the drug into my wife's arm, I chuckled to myself. I had no way of knowing this was where our relationship was headed, and now I finally had confirmation - they were fuck toys now, and this was only the beginning.

The campground was alive with passion. Heather and Claire were still high on the aphrodisiac, their eyes wide and their libidos raging. I watched in amazement as they explored each other's bodies with complete abandon. Heather had no shame in telling Claire exactly what she wanted, and Claire eagerly complied. She twirled her tongue around Heather's nipples until her daughter was screaming out with pleasure, then made her way down to her swollen clitoris and lapped up its every drop of nectar. Then, Heather pushed Claire onto the blanket underneath us and spread her legs apart so she could feast on the sweet delicacy between them.

As Heather worked away at Claire's clit with expert precision, I felt my own arousal starting to build inside of me. I wanted to join in but resisted the urge, not wanting to break apart from this intimate moment between mother and daughter. All I could do was watch in awe as they brought one another closer and closer to the point of no return. When Claire finally let out an ear-piercing scream of pleasure, I knew that she had reached her climax - but Heather wasn't done yet! She kept working away at Claire until she had given every last ounce of pleasure to my wife before collapsing next to her with an exhausted sigh of satisfaction.

We fucked all around the campsite - in the tent, under the stars, against trees and even in the lake once! Heather would take control of most of these encounters, pushing Claire to her limits as she controlled her pleasure. I couldn't help but notice that Claire was enjoying this new dynamic - her eyes widening with every command Heather gave her.

Every morning I woke up, Claire was tied to the chair again. The next morning Heather was out there with her again, but the the third morning, and final morning Heather was with me in the tent.

The final morning Claire didn't even have a gag on. As soon as Heather and I exited the tent Claire smiled at us.

"Can I get my cum Love? Heather?"

Heather stepped forward and lightly slapped her mother.

"I'm Daughter," Heather said. "I find it really hot that your Mommy." She pointed at me. "He's Daddy. Understand?"

Claire nodded and Heather kissed her passionately.

"Beg for his cum again," she said. "This time correctly."

"Can I have my cum Daddy? Daughter?"

I nodded and entered into my wife's pussy gladly.

"Thank you Daddy!" she cried, her tongue hanging out of her mouth in pleasure.

Claire was an insatiable lover; each of us felt the rush of her wild, passionate embrace. On the third day, any need for drugs had evaporated as Claire seemed to hang on our every word and desire. She wore a look of pure joy when Heather degraded her, almost begging for more during sex.

We finally left the campground feeling satisfied yet exhausted as we drove away - all of our bodies still buzzing from all the pleasure we'd shared.

At one point during the drive, Heather went to the bathroom at a gas station, and Claire looked at me hungrily.