The Slumber Party Ch. 18

It was some moments later that she said in his ear, "Do you wanna go into my bottom?"

Another shudder went through him. "Oh, Melissa! I couldn't do that!"

"Sure you could. Rod does it all the time. And I believe you've done it to Mom and Aunt Isabel."

"Yes, but it's different with you."

"Why?"

Arthur was tongue-tied. If she doesn't know, how am I to convince her?

"The lube is in the drawer," she said calmly, gesturing with her head to the top drawer of the nightstand.

There was a haunted look in Arthur's eyes as he mechanically reached for the drawer, opened it, and drew out the blue jar. He made to hand it to Melissa.

"You put it on," she said impatiently.

Swallowing hard, Arthur did as ordered. The cool stuff made Melissa wriggle delightedly on him, and when he finished she slid off her father and arranged herself on her stomach like someone awaiting an operation. With some reluctance Arthur placed herself on top of her. Smaller as she was than Julia and Isabel, Melissa seemed to disappear even more than those women when Arthur mounted her. He seemed to have developed a knack for this procedure now, and he entered her without a hitch.

Melissa enjoyed the sensation even more than she did with Rod. She had to admit that, much as she loved Rod and loved rear entry, the size of his member did cause some discomfort. Daddy's member was a little smaller, but large enough to be satisfying in filling up her nether orifice. And it quickly became obvious that he was enjoying the experience, as he at first clutched Melissa's large breasts with both hands, then, as his own thrusts became more forceful, slid his hand down to her sex so that her own climax could be timed as closely with his as possible. In fact, she actually came first, and the tightening of her sphincter as she indulged in her orgasm caused Arthur to pour his essence into her in a steady, powerful stream. It was several minutes before he pulled out of her and rolled off.

"That was wonderful, Daddy," she said, cheeks rosy from exertion. "We have to do it again sometime."

Arthur just groaned. He had now come five times in two days, and he couldn't remember a time when that had happened before. Mercifully, Melissa apparently decided to let him rest, and he fell asleep almost at once while she continued to cuddle up next to him.

*

"You didn't really . . .?" Audrey said the next morning.

"I sure did!" Melissa cried out.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down! Are you crazy?"

"Oh, Mom probably knows or suspects. I don't know that she cares that much."

"You think she doesn't care about her husband sleeping with his own daughter?"

"Well, she let Isabel sleep with him."

"Isabel's her sister. You're her daughter."

"I'm well aware of all that. But things are all different now."

"How do you see that?"

"Oh, they just are. Anyway, you're next."

"What?"

"Well, it'll be your turn to be with him tonight."

"I don't think so!"

"Why not? He wants you."

"Did he say that?"

"No, but it's pretty clear."

Yeah, I know it is, Audrey thought to herself, as she recalled the numerous times in the past few weeks when Arthur had given her some not at all fatherly looks up and down her body. What she said was:

"I'm not sure I want to be with him."

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun!"

"Is that what you call it?"

"Sure. At least be with him. You don't have to do anything."

"That's what you said—and you did plenty."

"Maybe; I guess I got carried away. But I think you need to, um, patch up your relations with him."

"I don't need to do that by letting him fuck me!"

"You don't have to do that. You can just talk things out. I know you two haven't always seen eye to eye."

"Ain't that the truth!"

"So just talk to him. He's different now. I sense it."

"Do you?"

"Yeah. Nicer, calmer, less uptight."

"I'll take your word for it."

But in fact, Audrey—over the objections of her mother—went along with the plan. Arthur seemed even more nervous bedding down with her than with Melissa, even if both of them seemed to make plain, by unspoken gestures, that nothing in fact was going to happen. Arthur had now perfected the technique of stripping down to his underwear and slipping into bed before his female partner—whoever it happened to be—saw too much of his nakedness, or he hers.

Audrey drifted toward the bed wearing a nightgown pointedly chosen to stretch to her ankles, and she lay down on her back, at least a foot or two away from her father, staring at the ceiling. He did the same.

For a time Audrey didn't even want to say anything, but she couldn't help coming out with a bit of sarcasm. "So you had a nice time with Melissa last night?"

Arthur's breath became ragged. "It—it wasn't really my doing."

"Oh, no?" she said accusingly. "You're telling me your daughter is some kind of—?"

"Don't say that, Audrey," he said sharply.

His tone of voice made her feel abashed. "Sorry. She does love you."

Then, more out of daring than desire, she whipped down his underwear and stuffed his cock into her mouth. It actually felt nice in her mouth—big and thick, but with that soft skin around it—and she sucked for all she was worth. Arthur watched in a kind of trance as his daughter brought him to full erection—and more.

She was clearly not going to relent, and in a matter of minutes he started emitting a strange sort of sustained groan that ended with the predictable result: he shot an immense quantity of his seed into his daughter's mouth, and she took pride in swallowing it all down.

Licking her lips and giving Arthur a self-satisfied glare, she said, "Did I do good, Dad?" She had always called him "Dad," thinking Melissa's "Daddy" insufferably childlike.

"Audrey, my God," he whispered, his capacity for outrage and embarrassment pretty much exhausted.

"You want to do me?" she teased.

Without even giving him a chance to reply, she crawled onto his lap—and right on top of his softening cock—raised up her nightgown, and revealed her bottom.

In a kind of fog Arthur stroked that beautiful bottom and, after some moments, slipped his hand down between her thighs, where he found her wet pussy ready for action. She spread her legs to allow him maximum access, and he brought out all the expertise he had applied toward bringing Julia, Isabel, and Melissa to the culmination of their desires. He didn't fail with Audrey either, and she cried out with ecstasy as he induced a shuddering orgasm through her frame.

As she slid off of him onto her back, she noticed that something not entirely unexpected had happened.

"Um, you've gotten big again," she said innocently.

Arthur just looked at her pleadingly, breathing hard.

"Okay," she said with supreme magnanimity, "you can go in me."

And he did. Mounting her in seconds, he thrust himself deep into his daughter's pussy and pummeled her relentlessly. She was the smallest of the women in the house, and his large frame covered her up as if a giant had embraced a little doll. He kissed her mouth, stroked her breasts and bottom, and ground her hips into her well-used sex until that familiar sensation began spreading from his balls all through his body, and he sent multiple dollops of his essence into her without regret or apology.

Of course, rear entry followed after a suitable interval, and Audrey even managed to coax one more orgasm out of him as she pushed her sex into his face while worshipping his phallus. She herself got more than one climax out of the experience.

Poor Arthur's cock was pretty much done in by the experience of the past three nights—but he sensed with a chuckle that it would recover in due course of time.

Julia of course knew what had happened. But she indeed shrugged it off. With so much sex going on in this house, something like this was bound to happen. And what's the big deal, anyway? It's not as if anyone is forcing someone to do something they don't want to do. In fact, I suspect that, where Arthur is concerned, Melissa and maybe even Audrey are taking the initiative. As Melissa says, it's just a different way of loving.