Chapter 13

Once Alice sent Penny to awaken Paul and she found the incestual couple fully engaged she joined what became a marathon involvement after which she showered then went to the kitchen in her robe and started getting the ingredients together to make breakfast. Christmas breakfast was traditionally pancakes and bacon. Breakfast at the Hargreaves house became lunch that day.

She had just finished making batter and was separating the bacon when Paul stole into the kitchen, sneaked up behind her, and nestled his bulging erection between the cleft of her bottom he nuzzled her ear and said, referring to Penny’s arousing wakeup call, “That was a nice way of managing the situation this morning, Honey. Heh heh, you know of course that starting the morning that way will keep me hard all day. Did it work out well for you and Penny’s cocky husband?”

Wiggling her ass to seat his cock in the crevice of her behind she answered, “Not as cocky as what my baby has between his legs,” humping him invitingly. “So, was Penny all you’ve been dreaming about?”

Chuckling he said, “It started a little off-kilter. I think all those blow jobs she gave me when she was in college have been weighing on her through the years,” adding “It was not that she had done them, but more that she and I had let it happen in the first place.” Shaking his head he said, “I ate my little girl’s pussy dozens of times, Alice. so. We never talked much about it, we just did it. I wanted to fuck her so badly back then, but she always said she wanted to be a virgin until she got married. Now, for the last couple of years, she has been using that twat of hers quite liberally, with two men. I guess what she had been doing with John and Gary made her ready for me today. Strange thing though, when we started this morning, it was as if we were a couple of newlyweds. But when we got seriously down to business it became surreal.”

As he slid his hand inside Alice’s robe and nightgown, he caressed her breasts and she said, “We of all people know how true “variety is the spice of life,” Paul.” She chuckled, shrugged, and added, “But some varieties are more luscious than others, right?”

“That’s an interesting way of putting it, Alice. But there’s something magical about how silky young flesh feels.” Pausing, he contemplated how wonderful Alice’s breasts still felt. “I’ll never get over how your tits never seem to age.”

Alice replied, “I just think how lucky we are to love sex the way we do, Paulie, without restriction. Most couples don’t get to practice it the way we have though. And do you know what?”

“What, babe?”

“Though Johnny Boy is seriously outgunned size-wise by you, the way he wields that popgun of his will keep me thinking about it for the rest of my life.”

Humping his erection more purposely in the crack of her ass Paul said, “Why do you say that?”

“I’ve never had an uncircumcised penis inside my pussy before. And the way his bunched-up foreskin worked on my g-spot got me off at least a half dozen times. I mean it unquestionably got me off.”

“And you still want me to give you more, babe?”

She laughed as she said, “How many times since 1942 have you not known me to want more, Paulie, even when more than one man is involved?”

Pulling his pulsing phallus through the fly of his pajamas he lifted the combined hems of Alice’s robe and nightie. As she thrust her ass backward, he centered his knob in her swamped pussy and thrust his engorged member into her supple core. Sucking spit through her teeth she said in sibilant excitement, “Has there ever not been a time when you haven’t thought I was a nymphomaniac, Paulie?”

Chuckling he answered, “Maybe when I served dinners in your sorority house. Or maybe when Fred refused to talk about you the way some of our fraternity brothers talked about their girlfriends. Certainly not since our first night together when we called ourselves “Musketeers” and started swinging together. You’ve always been a stupendous fuck, Alice. There were many times when you would say, ‘Please don’t stop’ that you kept me going ‘til my balls ached with the need to let go of my load.”

“Talk, talk, talk, Paul Hargreaves. If you expect to have a pleasant Christmas Day, you had better start reaming your wife’s cock-craving-cunt ‘til this nymphomaniac comes.”

Thank God for Aggie’s phone call, Paul thought. Wouldn’t it be great if the Musketeers could be reborn when she gets here? While he and Alice enjoyed sex as much as ever, they both missed the stimulus they got from their swinging friends who had enriched their lives for so many years. With Aggie back in the hopper and the possible addition of John and Penny—and perhaps the Holbrooks—things could be perking up again. Partially retracting his penis in his wife’s still tight and slippery pussy he shivered at the top of his pause and prepared for another deep thrust. Concentrating, he held Alice’s hips and was thrusting his cock inside her when he was started by his daughter’s voice shouting, “DADDY!” And was surprised at how natural he felt about his daughter viewing his cock burying itself in Alice’s pussy.

Never perplexed in any situation Alice yelled, “YESSS baby, FUCK ME HARD.” As Paulie’s pubic bone slammed hard into hers, she saw Penny standing in the opened door and said, “Now that we all know the ins and outs of each other’s spouse in the Hargreaves house you’ll have to expect the unexpected, Penny.” When the flabbergasted Paul hesitated, Alice started laughing and said, “And from the way, your Daddy’s pecker has swollen up inside me, Penny, it’s obvious that your wake-up call has gotten him even more excited.” As Paul started pulling out, she craned her neck, pushed backward, and said, “Don’t stop, baby, you know how much I hate coitus interruptus.” Looking back at Penny, Paul hunched his shoulders as if to say, “She’s the boss,” and resumed fucking.

Alice could see that Penny was shocked by the abrupt surprise of the scene she walked in on. Having been so joyously fucked by her father she didn’t expect to see her dad’s erection plugged into her stepmother so soon after being penetrated by that same erection for the first time. It was just too unexpected. This confusing mixture of shock and titillation was a new reality for her which caused her to shudder. She recalled discovering her father’s pornographic Polaroids when she was still in college, but that was done in secrecy, where she had time to work through her disbelief and mortification. Even though she had discovered the existence of the intramural sex going on among her parents and her adopted uncles and aunts, she was able to sort it out as something as kinky pleasure among consenting adults. She had liked “Aunt Alice,” as being a part of her extended family. But she had never been comfortable with her father marrying Alice after her mother’s passing. Making what she saw worse she was startled by her husband, John, who appeared mysteriously in the doorway beside her, and said, “Whoa.”

John had showered and dressed but his cock was still tingling from having been so recently inside Alice’s pussy. When he saw the vicious look on Penny’s face he quietly murmured, “I know he’s your dad, babe. And I’m still getting over the fact that he and Alice are a lot older than we are. But just after you got up and left the room Alice jumped into bed with me. And just like Aggie being such an incredible fuck, Alice fucks like an even younger woman. She’s HOT.”

Giving John a withering stare Penny was taken aback when he said. “Grow up Penny.” Feeling scolded, she thought, I am just a voyeur. I’ve watched both Gary and John fucking Charie so often that I’ve grown to love it. So why am I having difficulty with Daddy doing the same thing with Alice? And, when Alice said, “Go for it babe, I’m almost there,” I watched and even rubbed my clit ... I’m just a fucking voyeur.

She hated herself for being a hypocrite. But even when Alice climaxed, and her daddy let go with a long, “Aaaah,” Penny knew he was shooting three loads of cum inside her stepmother’s pussy, the same way he did with her earlier. When the couple on the bed curled into an exhausted heap, she was awash in resentment. Giving her husband a harsh, repugnant look she said, “Why can’t you ever act like an adult, John?” then stormed out of the room.

Coming back to his senses Paul said, “Where did Penny go?”

With a smirk, John said, “I guess finding her parents fucking in the kitchen was more than she could manage.”

Alice said, “Was she truly upset?”

John shrugged as he said, “She seemed pissed off to me. But I’m a guy who thinks this kind of stuff is cool.”

Puzzled by the circumstances Alice wondered, why should I feel like Paul’s daughter is chastising me? I was the one who encouraged her to fulfill her dream of having sex with him. For crying out loud, we were just playing. Puzzled she said, ”Why should she be so upset?”

John said, “You’re a woman, Alice, maybe you can tell me.

Shaking her head, she thought Of course. Penny has never accepted the fact that I am Paulie’s wife, and said, “I’ll bring this problem to a close right now.”

Paul said, “Maybe you should go in and spend some time with your wife, John?”

“Nah,” he said, “She doesn’t get like this very often but when she does, I pretty much let her work it out by herself.”

Shaking her head, Alice thought, you’re a cocky, arrogant guy, Johnny boy, and you’re no help in a crisis.”

”Maybe I should talk with her myself,” Paul said. “We did so well in bed earlier and both enjoyed ourselves incredibly.”

“Her problem is with me,” Alice said, “If we are ever to make this thing work, Paulie, I need to clear the air right now.”

She was nervous as she headed back to Penny’s bedroom. At same the time, the wetness she felt sagging down the inside of her left thigh made her chuckle as she thought, this is silly. I know it’s going to work out. Her thoughts segued to how she felt at Paul and Polly’s house that day in 1942, the day Polly convinced her to join the Musketeers, three couples who would swap partners for most of their lives. She had been such a profoundly religious person.

Knocking softly on the door she called, “Penny?” Waiting for a bit she repeated it a little louder. Still no answer. Quietly opening the door, she saw Penny lying on the bed facing the opposite direction, quivering in sobs. “May I come in, Penny?”

“Go away,” came the quavering answer.

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Alice remembered how she had resisted the idea of swapping partners that day in 1942. But Polly (Penny’s mother) convinced her to become part of Paul’s harem while her husband was overseas. Before that time Alice, who was a prim fundamentalist girl, had always admired Polly. It was on that day though that she fell in love with her. Watching Penny crying on her bed Alice determined that she would not back down. “I’m sorry, Penny, but we need to talk.” Cautiously sitting on the edge of Penny’s bed she reached over and gently patted her stepdaughter’s hip.

Jerking her hip away Penny said, “I don’t want you in my room.”

Refusing to move Alice said, “But I’m going to stay for a while.” She felt Penny’s body stiffen but went on, “We need to clear the air, Penny. Not just between you and me but for the sake of everyone involved. I have some things to tell you about your mother and me that if you listen you should at least understand. You also need to know some things about you and your Daddy. Please let me talk to you.” While there was no verbal response, she felt Penny’s body stop resisting.

“You and I have at least one thing in common, Penny, we were both very much in love with your mother.” She felt Penny’s body turn slightly as if she might be looking at her. Afraid she might spook her and cause more resistance; she didn’t look back. Waiting through what seemed a long silence she ventured, “You may not believe this Penny, but you and I probably loved Polly Hargreaves more than any other woman in the world.” She felt Penny raise her head again and look back at her then felt her head flop down on the bed as if she had no strength to deal with such an impossible suggestion. “I don’t know if your mother ever talked with you about the circumstances in the Musketeers. But if it had not been for Polly, I would never have considered becoming involved with them. The concept was so foreign to me that I was completely repelled. When we three couples talked about it, I was aghast. I told my husband, your Uncle Fred, that I never wanted to see these people again. We were friends in college, Penny. Polly, Aggie, and I were sorority sisters. Fred, Corwin, and your father were fraternity brothers. They all worked as hashers in our sorority house.” She thought Penny was probably aware of that much. But she hoped to be able to convince the young woman that her relationship with her mother was deeper than that: