Chapter 4

I woke up early the next morning feeling unsure of myself after what my daughter had encouraged, and a little angry with my granddaughter for how she'd stepped over that boundary again. I'd have to get this conflict inside me resolved. But the memory of what had happened the previous night still chased around in my head. Had it been good? Oh yeah! Had I enjoyed it? Definitely! Would I do it again? Would I allow both girls to pleasure me at the same time? That question bounced around in my mind without an answer. My day felt like it should be put "On Hold" until that last question had an answer.

"Morning, Dad," Angie's voice drifted into my foggy brain. She looked up at me with a glow of happiness radiating from her face.

"Morning, Sweetheart," I greeted her. Still, that burning question rolled around inside me, and it needed an answer.

"You and I need to have a little talk, young lady. I'm a little confused about what you two did last night. Not that it didn't feel good, but someone stepped over a line. Care to explain why it happened?"

"Fancy wants to learn about sex, and how to please and pleasure. What happened last night was a part of that lesson. That's all."

"Umm, I'm not too comfortable with being an educational toy, Angie. I know you love sucking cock, maybe almost as much as I love eating pussy. But encouraging your sixteen-year old daughter to openly take her grandfather like that? It may be just sex to you, but I have feelings too, you know. Having both of you suck me off like that might be a dream come true for a lot of guys, but it's leaving me feeling ... like I cheated."

"Dad, how the hell could you have cheated when I was here and knew what was happening? You're beating yourself over the head for no good reason, you old goat. We were supposed to be teaching Fancy what the difference is between sex and love. That was a part of it. She has to have some experience in both areas before she can understand them. That's why I encouraged her to do what we did."

"Yeah, right! Listen, Sweetheart, if you and Darren were still together, would you get her to suck his cock? Would you really want her to be making love to her own father, given how she feels about the asshole? Somehow, I don't think so. But you encourage her to have sex with me, don't you? Why?"

"Dad, you're not Darren! You never could be, either. He's as cold as a fish most of the time. You, on the other hand, always keep your lover in mind, cater to her, make sure her needs are met, and give her all the love you have. With you, it's making love. With Darren, it was always just fucking. Fancy needs to feel that difference. Until she does, sex will always be just sex, and that defeats what you're trying to show her."

"Nice try, girl," I returned to challenge her premises, "but what's the difference between her sucking my cock, and sucking just any guy's cock? Why would she want to go there? What's in it for her? There's just too many opportunities for some bozo to take advantage of her if she heads down the wrong path. Ever think of that?"

"She knows how she feels inside, Dad. Strengthening that connection is what's in it for her, and it's that connection that's the difference between just having sex and showing your love to someone special. Take it from a woman that's been on both sides of the fence for too long."

"Uh-huh. That would explain why you're in my bed and not Darren's, I guess. Good example, Honey. Really good!"

I could feel the anger inside me growing, and our confrontational discussion wasn't easing it off any. I could also see the hurt and pain in my daughter's eyes from the acidic stance that I'd adopted. It didn't take much to figure out that this tack wasn't going to get any of us back on track.

"I'm sorry, Angie. I shouldn't have said that," I apologized, "because you're here for other reasons. I mean, it's not like you share this bed because you have to, and I appreciate that. I love you so damned much that sleeping in this bed alone again scares the shit out of me. I'm getting very used to being with you, making love to you, and it's something that I'm in no hurry to give up. But bringing Fancy into our lovemaking is confusing as hell. Sweetheart, I've always been a one-woman kind of guy. This idea of having you both at the same time might sound good in a porno story, but in real life, I'm not sure I can do it. It's just not me. The sex may be great, but is that the way to teach your daughter? Isn't that kind of a big price to pay just so some guy will put a roof over her head, clothes on her back, and food in her belly?"

"Roger Hamstead! You're describing a common hooker! Is that what you think I am, or want my daughter to be?"

If I thought Angie was angry before, she'd ramped up her indignation several notches now. Going over what I'd just said, maybe she had a right to be pissed at me. But I had illustrated my point, albeit without tying it into my argument properly.

"That's exactly what you don't want, either for you or for her, Honey, yet you're pushing her in that direction. That's what I'm pissed about. You're teaching her that sex is a means to an end, and while that might be true where love's concerned, it's not what she needs for human survival. Is that how you feel about yourself? That you had to go along with Darren's bullshit just to keep a roof over your head? If it is, I'll drive that idea out of your head if it takes me the rest of my life."

I had to take a breather, mostly to allow myself to refocus on where this was going, and whether or not this argument was taking us to where I wanted to be.

"For your mother and me, it was all about expressing our feelings towards each other, about sharing something intimate with each other, about strengthening a bond between us that no one else could ever break. That's how I felt about Fay, and that's how I'm beginning to feel about you and me. But it has no place being a part of what Fancy and me are right now, today. And until that changes, maybe it's me that isn't ready, and not her. That was my original argument, and I think it's still valid. Am I so wrong to feel like that?"

I waited for an answer as my daughter seemed to be mulling my stance around inside her. If she needed or wanted the space and time to sort things out in her head, I was quite willing to wait for as long as it took her.

"Are you two going to scream all morning, or can a girl get some sleep?" I heard my granddaughter's voice growl at both of us.

"Francesca, when I'm finished with your mother, you and I have a few things to talk about, so don't get too comfortable. You and I had a deal, remember? Last night, you broke your side of it. Again, I think. Does that mean that I'm allowed to break mine? Hmm? Should I be telling everyone your secrets? Is that what you want?"

Fancy's eyes sprang wide with a real look of fear in them. It didn't take much to see that while her mother might have condoned what she'd done the previous night, advertising that it wasn't the first time was more than my granddaughter wanted to share. Yet the look on her face said that she really was frightened by the possibility of being found out.

"No, Princess," I tried to ease her angst. "I'll keep my side of the bargain, but I expect you to keep yours too. That's why what happened last night was so wrong. Not because it was just pure sex, but because it violated a promise we both made to each other."

"Does it make any difference if it was something we all enjoyed, Grandpa? Aren't we supposed to enjoy sex? And if it was so wrong, why didn't you stop me? Hmm?" she advanced her questions.

"I'll take those one at a time" I iterated. "First off, if it wasn't something we all enjoyed, it would almost be rape, wouldn't it? And yes, I've heard the argument that men can't be raped. Tell that to the guy in a jail cell some morning and see if he agrees with you. Are we supposed to enjoy sex? Obviously it feels good for everyone involved or they wouldn't participate. But as to why I didn't stop it, that gets complicated. At first, I thought it was your mother under the sheets. Whether it was or not never entered my head. By the time I figured out that it was both of you, I was too far gone to want it to stop. I also thought I knew which one of you was doing what, right up until I got deep-throated. Princess, where the hell did you learn to do that, anyway? Taking my cock down your throat, I mean. I know your mother can do it, and she's damned good at it, too. But if you're doing it now, it implies that someone has shown you how. Right?"

"Mom taught me. I wanted to learn how because I thought you'd love it. Was I wrong?"

"What, about whether I liked it or not? No, being swallowed down a woman's throat might be every man's dream. I'm just a little surprised that your mother would be giving you lessons. What else has she been teaching you? Or do I want to know?"

"Umm, something called cunnilingus? Mom's been trying to show me what it's like to lick pussy. It feels good, too."

You could have knocked me over with a feather at that answer. My daughter had been riding Fancy's tongue? As hot as that sounded to me, I had no idea why that should fit into my granddaughter's sexual repertoire.

"Angelina, what the fuck's gotten into you? Your daughter licking your pussy? You'd rather have her tongue in your twat than mine? What the hell?" I screamed irrationally.

"Her tongue's never been anywhere near my pussy, you old goat!" I was summarily told. It took a while before I understood that my daughter had been pleasuring my granddaughter, and I had to back out of my emotional reactions to see it as a fact.

"Why, Sweetheart? What would make you want to lick her? Or any woman, for that matter?"

"Dad, I wanted her to see that there were ways of expressing a sexual connection between two people that didn't necessarily involve fucking. She knows about diddling herself, and it's not a big leap to being masturbated. But oral? That's a whole different thing. It allows her to participate with a partner while still staying virginal. That's what went through my mind."

"And when did you become interested in having sex with other women?" I demanded.

"Not everything I learned in college was academic, you know. You remember Stephanie. Did you really think she never ate me, or convinced me to lick her? Guys taste good when they cum, but girls taste – well, different, and it's definitely not unpleasant. Hell, you'd lick my cunt until I had chapped lips, for chrissake!"

My daughter was right, damn her! I would lick her cunt for that long, and maybe longer if I could get away with it. I also remembered her dilemma at handling her lesbian roommate. That vision in my mind of the two of them pleasuring each other had my cock standing straight up in seconds flat. Thoughts of Fancy and Angie pleasuring each other only made me harder.

"Umm, I see that the idea doesn't completely disagree with you," my daughter remarked. "With all this talk of doing oral, you can either hide that thing, or one of us is going to suck you until you cum. And if you're really lucky, we'll both do you ... again!"

Gawd, the thought of a repeat of what they'd done to me last night had my cock twitching like a marionette. That road to the moral high ground? I could clearly see it being marked as "Dead End"!!

Before I knew what had happened, a pair of lips were descending down my shaft. Fancy had turned herself so that she could take me in her mouth, and was busy trying to swallow my entire length. I could smell the aroma of her arousal, for she had positioned herself so that her pussy was right beside my nose. I started to protest, and found it to be an exercise in futility.

"Francesca! What the fuck are you doing?" I almost screamed. "We had a deal! Now get the hell off..."

That was as far as I got. In an effort to shut me up, Fancy had lifted her leg over my chest, and then shoved her tight little adolescent pussy right into my face.

"Lick her, Dad," I heard my daughter's voice in my ear. "You want her, and she wants you. Take her. Eat her until she cums for you."

Better judgement should have prevailed. But when a guy has a sweet-tasting pussy pushed tightly to his lips, better judgement usually goes the route of the Dodo bird. In this case, the Dodo bird came a distant second in a race of lust and longing.

My tongue developed a mind of its own and extended itself from my lips to my granddaughter's excited slit, then found its way from her rosebud to where her pearl of pleasure resided. As soon as the tip of my tongue slid under her hood, she almost jammed herself down my throat.

At that point, two things happened. The first was akin to instant addiction to her juices. I couldn't have stopped licking her pussy if my balls depended on it. The second was that Fancy raised herself off my cock and moaned long and loud from the pleasure coursing through her young body. As soon as she'd abandoned my manhood, Angie quickly moved in and took me right down her throat, then hummed her happiness. Those vibrations almost had me filling her belly with hot seed instantly.

"Suck it, Mom," I heard my granddaughter's encouragement. "Make him cum."

Those lusty words drove me way beyond the point of redemption, and I resigned myself to my daughter and granddaughter's debauchery. There was a wanton desire to feel my granddaughter climax as she pushed her pussy tighter and tighter against my mouth. Now that her juices were running freely, I desperately had to have as much of her as I could. I felt my tongue sliding down her gash, then work its way into her entrance. Almost instinctively, I began to push and pull it into her, tongue-fucking her in wild abandon.

"Oh Gawd! That feels so fucking good!" Fancy groaned loudly. "More, Grandpa! Do it more!"

My daughter was now slurping up and down on my cock, and the feelings in my groin were out of this world. I followed her rhythm as I continued to dart my tongue in and out of my granddaughter's entrance. She, in turn, began to writhe in the delight of having her pussy reamed, her hips wiggling back and forth, then up and down on my face. I could feel her juices flooding over my chin.

"I'm going to cum!" Fancy howled. "Suck me, Grandpa! Suck my clit!" she demanded in her loud voice.

I wrapped my arm over her thigh and slipped two fingers into her, searching desperately for her G-spot, that I might get my lips around her clit. Once she was entrapped, I let the tip of my tongue whip over the sensitive surface of her knotted nubbin. In response, Fancy shoved herself even tighter to me, then began to shiver and spasm as her climax exploded throughout her adolescent body. I did everything I could think of to keep her in that heightened state.

Angelina was still convincing my balls that their contents were hers. I could feel them tighten and lift as they forced my seed into my now-twitching cock. I was going to cum, and cum hard. Then suddenly, she released me from her lips.

"Finish him off, Baby," I heard her growl at her daughter. "He's almost there. Suck him, and swallow it down. Do your grandfather like you want to."

Obeying that command, Fancy took over where her mother had left off, and soon had me back at the edge. I continued to flat-tongue her pussy, fervently licking up every bit of her tangy juices. I felt my granddaughter shudder as the first of several aftershocks shot through her system.

Fancy took me over the edge, and in reaction, I shoved my tongue into her as deep as I could. The result was that she almost bit my cock in surprise, then sucked me long and hard for three or four strokes before slamming her face against my pubic hair as she swallowed my entire length. The clutching of her muscles was all it took to draw two long and thick strings out of me. Then she slipped me out until her lips caressed the ridges of my glans, allowing her to taste that sticky goo before swallowing it down into her tight little belly, all while her hand wrapped around my shaft and stroked up and down as she milked the last of my cum out of me. I was both exhausted and drained.

"Keep sucking, Baby," my daughter demanded Fancy. "I want him hard again. I've got to ride that magnificent cock of his! I'm so horny right now that I need his cock buried deep inside me! Make him stand up for your Momma!"

My granddaughter did as she was told, and I felt myself hardening again in her mouth. Fancy must have learned her mother's technique, because the rolling of her tongue around the rim of my purple helmet had me standing tall and proud in mere moments. It was only when she thought I was ready for her mother that she rolled off my face.

The cool air felt good after the heat of Fancy's pussy had almost seared the skin off my face. I inhaled deeply, then licked up as much of her left-over juices as I could reach. I wanted to protest that I needed some time to recover, but before I could, Angie was perched over top of me. She eased herself down onto my cock, slowly taking me all the way to the very depths of her.

"Now, you old goat, you're going to get the fucking of your life!" she howled in her lust. "You've tasted your granddaughter's baby pussy, and now you're going to get your daughters! Fill me up! I want cock, and lots of it!"

If I thought my granddaughter's sex was hot, my daughter's was even hotter! She must have been playing with herself, because she was beyond wet. When she lifted herself then sank back down on me, the sound of her juices squishing against my balls almost echoed through the room.

Angelina rode me like a bucking bronco, inducing my hips to meet her rhythm. The harder she slammed down on me, the more I shoved myself up inside her. Every time she lifted herself up, I could feel her clench me with her vaginal muscles, and on every return thrust, she'd relax them. It had the effect of milking my cock like a cow's teat. Somehow, she managed to keep the choreography perfectly timed.

"Suck my tit, Grandpa!" I heard Fancy demand, just before she almost shoved her breast down my throat. My tongue flicked out to caress her engorged nipple before I sucked it between my lips. As soon as I had a good grip on her, my teeth lightly began to nibble on her rubbery flesh while I circled around her nipple with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh my God!" my granddaughter screamed out her reactive lust. "More, Grandpa! More! I think I'm going to cum again!" In preparation, she pressed down, almost suffocating me with the firm pliable flesh of her over-excited orb. Within a minute, I could feel her body spasming as she slipped over the edge one more time. Then she collapsed on top of me, cutting off any chance I had of breathing.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" I groaned in an attempt to get her attention. She had my one arm pinned beneath her, and was positioned in such a way that I couldn't gain enough leverage with the other one to push myself clear.

"Move, Baby!" Angie hollered. "You're suffocating him!"

Fancy rolled off me, and I gasped desperately for oxygen. Those gasps continued to become a part of my own orgasm. Even though I had cum not more than fifteen minutes earlier, I just knew that this was going to be another massive explosion.

"Gawd, Sweetheart, I'm going to cum! Are you close, Honey?" I pleaded.

"Almost there, Dad. So good! So, so fucking good!" my daughter groaned to me

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she began to gasp as her body struggled to join me on our flight to Nirvana. Her cunt fluttered for a few seconds, then clenched my cock tight. In reaction, I pushed my hips up as high as I could by arching my back to its limit. Angie's muscles relaxed just long enough to let me slide into the deepest recesses of her pussy. When she began to vibrate from her climax, that was all it took to send me over the edge. In an attempt to hold onto some form of reality, I let my head flop to one side, and my lips brushed Fancy's breast. Like a drowning man, I clamped onto her nipple and sucked for all I was worth as my cock erupted with my second load of the morning, spurting and twitching until my balls hurt from being forcefully emptied.

My daughter collapsed onto my chest, struggling for breath, and sending the echos of her aftershocks through my still-buried cock. Within a second or two, my granddaughter began to gasp and shake as another orgasm chased through her. I realized that I was still sucking on her nipple with more strength than I thought she could handle. Her hand around the back of my head held me there, and I kept up the vacuum on her teat until she was ready to let me go. Then I let her tit fall out of my mouth and collapsed myself, my body completely spent.

All three of us lay panting, trying to regain a modicum of control over our overworked bodies. It was several minutes before any of us could even move, Francesca being the first, and she struggled to get her head onto my chest. Her mother's lounging body prevented her from wrapping an arm around me, so she let it flop over Angie's back instead.

"I'm in deep shit, aren't I, Grandpa?" I heard my granddaughter moan softly. "I wasn't supposed to suck your cock and make you cum. But damn, you taste so fucking good! Once I saw your cock all hard like that, I just couldn't stop. I just had to suck you off."

"We're all in deep shit," I tried to let her off the hook, "because that little romp just shot the parent thing all to hell. Gawd, I'm so sorry, Princess"

"I'm not," she mumbled. "I've got one nipple half chewed off, my other tit has a bruise that'll be there for a week. My cunt's on fire from when you shoved your fingers in me, my clit's still tingling, and for some bizarre reason, I still haven't lost my virginity. If Mom hadn't ridden you, I would have! Gawd, I've never been so turned on in my life, and I'm still buzzing."

She lifted her head and kissed my lips softly, then returned to her perch on my chest.

"But you're still my Grandpa, and I love you more now than I've ever loved anyone."