Chapter 10

When the action started on the bed, with Dave crawling between Cindy's thighs, Denise saw it over her shoulder. She got up off her father's lap, then, and went to the end of the bed, where she had a ring-side seat to what was going on. She felt Dick's sperm running down her leg and unconsciously sealed her leaking pussy with two fingers, that squeezed her pussy lips together.

At first she couldn't see anything, because Uncle Dave's hand was in the way. But, when he removed it, there, in all its glory, was that long, thick prick, stretching her best friend's pussy lips until they were white, instead of pink. As he slid it in, deeper and deeper, Denise watched in awe. It was impossible, but it was happening right before her eyes. It was ALL going in her friend, and the only noises Cindy was making were obviously happy ones.

She felt her father's hands come around and cup her breasts, squeezing the nipples, and she felt his cock press between her buttocks. She whirled, and looked.

"It's still hard!" she whined.

"Not all the way," said her father.

"Would it really fit in me?" she asked. "Like that?" She looked over her shoulder. Dave was moving all the way in, and all the way out, now, and Cindy sounded like she was having an orgasm.

"Oh, yeah," sighed Dick.

He took her to the other bed, and lay down on it, pulling her on top of him. He let her rub for a few seconds, and then helped her notch it in her pussy. He was amazed to feel himself firm up, and knew he must be as excited as he'd ever been in his life. His previous load made her channel slippery, and when she pushed, to get just the head in again, like before, half his prick slipped neatly into her.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her hips went spastic, and he had to grab them, to help her learn the rhythm that would result in her getting more prick in her, and getting it to move in her.

She was a quick learner. By the time Cindy was having her second orgasm, Denise was fully impaled, sitting bolt upright, her hips flashing forward and backward, like a belly dancer. When her father reached up to pull at her nipples, the orgasm that ripped through her robbed her of all her strength, and she slumped. Then the desire to feel more spurted energy into her veins, and she started over again.

It wasn't until after her second orgasm that Denise remembered those newly-discovered muscles, and started using them. When she did so, she milked her father off in less than three minutes. As she slumped again, she got her second dose of daddy spunk, this time right next to her cervical mouth. Then she lay down on him, his prick firmly embedded in her pussy, to take a nap.

Cindy woke up around nine, wide awake. Dave had rolled off her, but was still leaning against her. She extracted herself from his arms, and stood up. She stretched, trying to feel every muscle in her body.

She felt good. In fact, she felt fabulous. Nothing hurt. She tried to concentrate on feeling the hot juice her father had left in her, but she couldn't feel anything, other than a sense of calm joy. She wasn't a virgin. She thought of it much differently than she had when she actually lost her virginity. Then, she had been full of angst. It hadn't been a good thing at all. This, though... this was very different. She felt like a real woman for the first time in her life. This was something she could do three times a day. She realized all those girls who had said fucking was irrisistable, once you'd done it, were right. She did not, however, feel one iota like a slut. She looked at her father, lying there, his face slack, in sleep. She felt an upwelling of love in her chest.

She looked over at the other bed, where her best friend and her first lover lay. She felt an upwelling of love there too, but it was slightly different. For her best friend, she felt only joy, hoping that it had been half as good for Denise, as it had been for her. Dick's form also caused something to move in her, but it was different from what her father caused. This man, whom she had looked at as a second father, but would now be indelibly remembered as the man she gave her virginity to, made her think of other things. Those things were misty, and unformed, but had to do with the future. She couldn't imagine her life without either man in it.

She put on her dress, which was wrinkled, now, but she didn't care. Then, on purpose, she woke Denise, and got her up, handing the blue and white dress to her.

"What?" whispered Denise, rubbing her eyes.

"We're going for a walk," said Cindy.

"Why?" asked Denise, pulling the dress over her head.

"To talk, of course," said Cindy.

They did. They walked, in the almost darkness, and talked. They talked about what had just happened, to be sure, but they also talked about lots of other things, as friends do. They didn't get back until it was fully dark, and half past ten.

The men slept on, drained of energy, both by their amorous activities, but mostly by the overall stress of the whole episode in Flannery. The car was ready to go. They had just had some of the best sex of their lives. The bed was soft and comfortable.

When the girls came back, they stripped. They had already agreed that they would sleep with each other's fathers that night. Both knew they'd sleep with their own fathers in the future. Who knew what chance they'd have to sleep with their first lovers again, after this?

They didn't initiate anything with the men. They were tired too, and still pleasantly sated. They crawled next to their chosen man, and drifted off to sleep.

Dave moved in his sleep, and his scratchy chin slid across Denise's shoulder, waking her up. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room. It was surprising how much of the street light outside penetrated the curtains. She looked at the sleeping man beside her, and ran one hand down his side. His eyes opened instantly, almost scaring her.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," he said.

She kissed him, and reached for his prick. It was soft, but began to firm up as soon as she held it, and squeezed.

Words weren't needed. They kissed until he was hard, and she climbed up on top as he rolled to his back, and scooted his butt to the middle of the bed. With her hand, she reached and slotted him, sinking down on him slowly. She could tell he was just a smidgen longer than her father, because that thing that her father had pressed against, as he spurted into her, complained a little bit, as Dave's prick pressed it harder. She wiggled, not knowing what she was doing, and then sighed as she felt the pain lessen, and he went just a little deeper.

She rocked, slowly, just loving the feel of being full, and of the pressure points his body was pressing against. His hands came up to fondle her breasts, and she smiled in the darkness. Both of them must be good lovers, because she loved this with both of them.

She remembered her muscles, and started making them ripple.

"Oh good grief!" he gasped quietly. "When did you learn to do that!?"

"I don't know," she said, squeezing him harder. "Daddy loves it."

"Me, too, sweet thing," he said, breathing harder.

Dick woke up. There was whispering going on in the next bed, and he realized that's what had wakened him. His nose told him immediately that it was Cindy in bed with him, rather than his daughter. That information didn't rise to conscious thought... he just knew it. Her back was to him, and her buttocks were pressed into his groin. The hand draped over her was on the covers, but he moved it, to confirm it was Cindy, by the feel of her flatter, smaller breast. The sight of Dave's thick white stalk, sliding in and out of her pussy flooded his mind. It had been the first time he'd actually seen something like that in real life. It had looked just like it did in porn movies. He knew that he and Dave were about the same size... about average.

He lifted his head and looked over Cindy's shoulder. Denise was riding Dave. It was obvious what they were doing. He watched, curious to find out what he would feel like. For the first time, he thought about the fact that there was no birth control involved here. He couldn't believe that hadn't entered his mind before this. She had her pussy full of prick, that was driving the sperm HE had put in her even deeper, and was going to add to it any second now, if the sounds his friend was making were any indication.

What if she got pregnant? They wouldn't even know whose it was, without a DNA test. He thought it was odd that he was more concerned with whose baby his daughter might have, than the fact that she might be getting pregnant at this very second.

He heard Denise say "I love this... I love you."

Quite suddenly, it didn't matter if she was getting pregnant. He knew how Dave felt about her, and Dave wouldn't let her down. Neither would he, if it came to that. If she got pregnant... she got pregnant. It would all work out, somehow. He'd raised her. He could raise his grandchild... or child. She could still go to college.

He became aware of Cindy's breast under his hand. He slid his hand from her breast, down over her flat belly, full of her father's sperm, and she moved in her sleep. He kept going, his fingers sliding right across her pubes, instead of tangling in them, like they did with Denise's fluffier bush. She was warm, and damp, and slippery, down there. He moved, to roll her to her back, and she woke up.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sleepily.

"Nothing," he whispered, crawling to straddle her legs, which were closed. He leaned down to lick and suck her nipples.

"Oh," she said, her hands coming to the back of his head, to ruffle his hair. She spread her legs too.

He shifted his knees between her legs, and she spread them further apart. He reached to grasp his prick, and her hand went between them. He realized she was covering her pussy lips with her hand.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"You know I do," he said, kissing her gently.

"You could make me pregnant," she said, astonishing him with the same thought he had had when he decided to mount her, and add his sperm to her father's. He wasn't actually TRYING to impregnate her, but the thought of Denise's belly swelling, had gotten him going. "Do you love me that much?" she asked.

Dick's thoughts flashed through his head. The idea of his daughter having a baby didn't bother him. It was easy to add her best friend into the same category. They would be taken care of. It was just that simple.

"I love you that much," he said.

She pulled her hand away, and reached for his head as he eased into her, not knowing if she would be sore or not. She answered that unasked question by slamming her hips up to gobble up his prick, as she kissed him hard.

Denise looked over, to see her father mount her best friend. They were whispering to each other, and then she saw Cindy jerk, as her father's buttocks fell.

She leaned down to whisper to her lover, who was gasping and panting.

"My daddy is fucking your daughter right now," she said, licking his ear.

That, and her milking pussy muscles, destroyed Dave's attempts to stave off his orgasm. He moaned and his prick leapt, to deliver his balls' precious cargo of sperm into this beautiful girl's womb.

Denise sighed as she felt the warm, wet offering.

"I'm so glad we broke down here," she said, kissing her lover.

Dick used every trick he knew about to make Cindy crazy. He needn't have bothered. Once Cindy had come to grips with the fact that what had happened might make her pregnant, and decided that worse things could happen to her, all she was worried about then was whether she should limit her exposure to just her father, who she knew loved her more than life itself, or let Uncle Dick have a shot too. She knew Uncle Dick loved her, but not if that love included babies. Once that was resolved, Cindy Thompson didn't worry about babies any more, and just concentrated on how wonderful it felt to have Dick's hard prick in her pussy.

If he'd have offered to pull out, she wouldn't have cared. She might have been willing to see what he tasted like... whether it was like her Daddy's taste.

He didn't offer, staying deep inside her as his balls pumped their nectar into her young womb. As she enjoyed the feel of that, she decided she had all the time in the world to see what Dick's dick tasted like.

When they woke in the morning, there was no hanky panky. All of them wanted to get in the car, find a good place to eat something normal, and then get home.

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