When dad reached the tub his cock was practically in my face as he slid his hand down to the base, then grasped the side of my head with the other hand and commanded, “Show daddy what you learned from your videos.”
Now I was really confused and with Phil’s cock sliding in and out of me I was having a hard time formulating words to express my utter bewilderment but finally managed to stutter in a breathy voice, “Wa-wa-what?”
Dad put his fingers on my chin, lifting it up to look me in the eye as he said with a sympathetic smile, “You really should have cleared your browser history sweetheart.”
Son of a bitch!
How long had my dad known about my little porn habit?
Uncle Phil then drove all the way in and stayed there, rubbing his hips against my ass in a circle, slowly stirring my little pussy as he commented to my Dad, “Oh yeah Mike, she definitely takes after her mother in the cock sucking department.”
“What?!” I blurted out, swinging my head around to look at Uncle Phil.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” my dad chuckled, gently guiding my head back to face his cock. “You just show daddy what you can do sweetheart.”
I was leaning way over the side of the tub but somehow managed to keep my grip on the edge, however as I looked up at my father’s smiling face, and then down at his hard juicy cock my knees got weak.
If Uncle Phil hadn’t been buried inside me to the hilt, holding my hips so firmly, I’d have fallen down and I was suddenly weirdly grateful to have his strong hands and thick cock holding me up.
A tear rolled down my cheek and I felt, honestly I don’t know what I felt.
It was just a maelstrom of powerful and conflicting emotions that was threatening to drown me.
I had to reach out for help.
I had to control something in this scenario so I took a leap of faith.
I was honestly surprised that I had managed to hold myself up this long but my arms were giving out and I was about to double over if I didn’t make a move so I threw my arm out towards daddy.
Well quick as you like his hand abandoned his cock, he had been stroking it towards my face, and came up to catch my arm at the elbow allowing me to grip his muscular forearm to steady myself.
“Are you okay Sabbiecat?” Dad asked me kindly, using his pet name from when I was a little girl.
This may sound crazy but that’s what did it for me.
Right there this went from being weird and scary to sweet, and even kind of wholesome.
I recognized my daddy as the man who would always be there to catch me, who only wanted what was good for me, and would always love me no matter what.
If he’d really been tracking my porn history then besides the cock sucking videos he’d have seen all the MM/F threesomes, and all the incest porn, not to mention the rape videos.
My brain started piecing things together.
If Daddy knew what kind of porn I’d been watching then it was almost certain that Uncle Phil did too.
That explained everything from the moment he’d climbed into bed with me.
In fact it even explained why my daddy was now standing in front of me stroking his hard cock.
This was my daddy and my Uncle Phil giving me the gift I’d never dare to ask for.
The man who loved me more than any man ever could was in front of me offering to fulfill my sexual fantasies and I suddenly realized that I’d be crazy not to accept it, gratefully.
With Daddy firmly holding me I was able to release the edge of the tub with my other hand, reach up and grasp the base of his stiff shaft in my fist, pulling it down from it’s erect posture to point it at my mouth before wrapping my lips around the bulbous head.
I licked up and down, stroking the underside of his cock as I took it into my mouth before closing my lips and sucking as I slowly pulled back until just the tip was in between my lips.
Then I quickly began bobbing my head, sloppily sucking the head of his cock as my tiny fist pumped the thick root.
“Goddamn!” Daddy exclaimed proudly. “That’s my girl.”
I looked up at him as I continued sucking his cock, my chest filled to the bursting point with love.
As a people pleaser I always got a thrill out of approval, especially from my parents, but most especially from my daddy.
Like a lot of girls my father’s attention and approval were what I had always craved and this admittedly extreme instance was not unique.
My daddy had always been my biggest fan.
His hand gently stroked my cheek before slipping up to bury it’s fingers in my hair.
I pulled my mouth off with slurp, smiling up at Daddy and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before cooing, “I love you Daddy.”
He practically beamed at me and I could see his eyes get a little misty as I took his cock back into my mouth and went to sucking him off again.
“I love you too princess.” he cooed in return.
Then I closed my eyes and really went to work on this beautiful cock in my mouth, doing all the things I’d fantasized about.
Then Uncle Phil picked up the pace, not really fucking me hard, but hard enough to pop my butt with every thrust.
I let out a gasping moan, removing Daddy’s cock from my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin as I threw my head back towards Uncle Phil, my mouth hanging open and my brow knitted as his cock repeatedly penetrated me, causing me to bark out little staccato whimpers.
Then my father’s hand gently guided my face forward again and I wrapped my lips around his manhood without hesitation, humming, “Mmmmmmm!” as I began sucking him off passionately.
I was taking as much of him into my mouth as I could, and the feeling of that ridge on the head of his cock rubbing against my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and my sucked in cheeks was turning me on almost as much as Uncle Phil’s cock pounding my little pussy was.
For a long while none of us said anything, completely absorbed in the task at hand.
The squishy sucking sounds, our pants and moans, and the steady slap of Uncle Phil’s hips on my ass echoed off the bathroom walls making a lustful cacophony.
I was gripping Daddy’s arm firmly for leverage and I didn’t have to move my neck so much to take in a good amount of cock because Uncle Phil was giving me a helpful little push every time he popped my butt.
So I just fell into that rythm of fucking and sucking.
Then I pulled my mouth from Daddy’s cock with a slurp, spitting on and stroking it as I took a good look.
If anything it was even more beautiful than Uncle Phil’s cock.
It had a slightly more curved shaft, with a darker, almost purple hue at the head.
I stopped stroking, gripping the shaft firmly in the middle, and wrapped my lips around him just past his purple helmet before sucking and slowly drawing my head back until it came out with a little pop.
I had always wanted to try that and it was just as fun as I’d hoped it’d be so I did it again, and then a third time, before I began bobbing my head like a demon, sloppily sucking my dad off, saliva streaming down my chin as I used my hand on his shaft to keep from choking myself on his cock.
“Goddamn Phil!” Dad suddenly exclaimed. “You were not kidding. She is definitely her mother’s daughter.”
My heart swelled with pride upon hearing that.
My parents had always had an active sex life and my dad was still very into my mom so being compared to her in any sexual capacity was highly complimentary, and I figured Uncle Phil knew about my mother’s skills because “boy talk” and such.
That’s when I decided to really got for it and deep throat my dad.
I had tapped the back of my mouth a few times this evening and although it had stung my eyes with tears, and gagged me it didn’t seem all that bad.
Besides I’d seen how men had reacted to it in porn and I wanted my daddy to feel that.
I pulled back with a little kiss on the tip, then let out a mischievous giggle let his cock up into it’s natural erect position before opening my mouth wide above it and descending, taking his meat in.
When I got near to the back I brought my lips down around the shaft, pausing to gather courage, opening my lips to take in a tiny bit more then clamping down again.
I was right on the edge of the gag zone and knew that I had to commit if I wanted to do this so I took a quick, deep breath through my nose, opened my lips, and pushed down, forcing daddy’s cock down my throat.
Instantly my eyes well filled with stinging tears, I couldn’t breath, and it hurt my throat a little being stretched like this, but it was so worth it for the reaction I got.
His grip on my head and arm tightened, and could feel his body quivering as he moaned, “Ooohh yeeaaah!”
It felt so good to know that I was pleasing him that despite my discomfort I just wanted to stay there, gagging on daddy’s thick tool all day, but eventually I had to breathe.
I came up fast gasping for air, and leaving thick, viscous trails of fluid from my mouth to his cock, and then I spit on it, stroking in again as I regained my breath.
I looked up at Daddy and he smiled down at me with mild concern as he asked, “Is that the first time you’ve ever done that sweetheart?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nodded, smiling back at him.
Uncle Phil pulled out to the tip, giving me a playful little smack on the bottom as he said enthusiastically, “Look at you! Pushing your limits already!”
I let out a tiny yelp when he slapped my ass, and then Daddy and I both laughed at Uncle Phil’s enthusiastic encouragement.
“That’s our girl!” Dad proclaimed proudly, keeping his eyes locked on mine as I took his cock back into my mouth.
Looking up and watching the changes of expression that went with the sounds he was making as I sucked him off was almost as good as the feeling of his cock in my mouth.
Almost.
Uncle Phil had kind of turned sideways with one hand on the small of my back, sliding in and out slow and easy as he sighed, “Oh Mike you gotta get inside Sabrina’s pussy, it’s heaven.”
I instantly pulled my mouth from daddy’s dick with sucking pop, smiling up at him expectantly as he answered, “Yeah?” then looked back at me and asked, “Would you like that sweetheart?”
“Oh yes Daddy!” I agreed instantly and happily because at the moment I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to feel that beautiful cock inside me.
Like a ballet they immediately flew into motion, Uncle Phil pulling out as Daddy slipped his hands up under my arms and lifted me from the tub.
I kicked my little feet with excitement letting out a little giggle before he deposited me on the bathmat.
Meanwhile Uncle Phil exited the tub, folded a towel and after closing the toilet lid laid it on top like a seat cushion.
Daddy then sat me down on the toilet, spreading my legs open and crouching down in between them.
I suddenly felt self-conscious about him looking at my naked little vagina but his fingers gently parted my thick outer labia and he sighed, “Oh Sabrina honey, you have such a beautiful pussy!”
“Stop!” I couldn’t help giggling. “You have to…”
I stopped myself there because I almost said “You have to say that!” but then realized that not only did he not have to tell me that my pussy was pretty, but it was probably something a father should never say to his daughter.
But Dad just took it as his cue and said enthusiastically, “I have to what? Kiss your pretty little pussy? Because I think you’re right. I don’t think I have a choice.”
As he said this he’d wrapped an arm around one of my thighs the way Uncle Phil had while his other hand caressed my inner thigh, his head dipping in as he then proceeded to eat my pussy like he was starving.
If Uncle Phil was good Daddy was better.
I instantly grasped his head in both hands and began rolling my hip, whimpering and moaning.
“Let this be a lesson to you.” Uncle Phil told me in a matter of fact tone, stroking his cock. “If a man isn’t eager to put his tongue in your pussy he doesn’t deserve to put his cock in there.”
Even as distracted as I was by what Daddy was doing I couldn’t help but appreciate what good advice that was.
However I didn’t have long to think about it because I was suddenly approaching orgasm so rapidly that it actually scared me a little and a began chanting in a breathy voice, “No, no, wait, no, wait!”
Eventually crying out as I was seized with waves of ecstasy.
It was about the third or fourth pulse when I really felt the moisture running down the crack of my ass, and although Daddy was gulping heroically I was squirting out too much for him to get down and I almost thought I had started peeing while getting off, but it didn’t smell like pee, and more to the point it didn’t feel like I was peeing.
I hadn’t ever squirted before and although I had heard of it, and even seen it in porn, I just figured it wasn’t something I could do, but I guess I was wrong.
I had learned back, with my shoulders against the tank, holding Daddy’s head in my hands, and the pads of my feet on his shoulders as I bucked my hips up with every spray.
They became weaker as they became fewer and further between.
“God damn, she’s a squirter!” Uncle Phil exclaimed, looking like a kid in a candy store.
Instantly I blurted out, “I’m sorry Daddy!” thinking maybe I’d done something wrong.
As I slowly came down Daddy released my leg, kissing his way up my tummy, his face glistening with my juices, taking a brief detour to suck one of my nipples before arriving at my lips, and kissing me sweetly as he whispered, “That was beautiful baby.”
My cheeks flushed as he kissed me again, lingering a little longer this time, and when he kissed me a third time I thrust my tongue into his mouth, kissing him passionately.
Then he suddenly broke from our kiss, standing up and helping me to my feet.
I was still feeling a little woozy from my recent orgasm you Uncle Phil stepped forward to support me as Daddy sat down on the now slightly damp towel, but he didn’t seem to mind.
I was backed into position having spread my legs to straddle Daddy’s lap and at first I wasn’t sure what we were doing, but then Daddy slapped me on the butt a couple of times and suddenly I remembered, ‘Daddy’s gonna fuck me?’
I immediately lifted myself up high enough and scooted far enough back that he could point his cock straight at my tiny hole.
I guess I got a little over anxious because I immediately plunged down, taking in too much too fast, causing me to yelp and spring back up a bit too far, and for Daddy’s cock to pop out and slap against his belly.
It’s not as if my father was hung like a porn star but he wasn’t exactly small either, and considering that this was only the second cock I’d ever had inside me, and that less than twenty four hours earlier I had been an eighteen year old virgin…
As I said, he wasn’t exactly small either.
I whimpered and wiggled my hips as I instantly reached down to put him back in.
He obliged by putting his tool back within range of my groping fingers, and I guided him straight into my velvet sheath.
This time I was more careful, taking in just a bit, then moving up and down on him, coming down a little bit further, taking in a little bit more every time.
Eventually I worked my way to the root, pressing my bottom firmly against Daddy’s lap, nestling his hard cock inside my little pussy.
I next leaned forward, placing my hands on his knees, and slowly moving my ass back and forth on his lap, stretching myself on his thick shaft.
Daddy began squeezing and massaging my ass as he growled, “Goddamn my baby girl is sexy.”
I could feel my cheeks flushing hot and a little giggle burst out of me when I felt him rubbing my tiny rosebud.
That giggle became a little yelp when he suddenly slipped a finger in.
“Daddy!” I giggled. “That’s my butthole!”
“I know it is baby.” he chuckled in return as he began slowly fingering my ass. “And don’t you like it princess?”
Now my cheeks really felt like they were on fire because I did like putting things in my butt, especially when my pussy was filled.
I’d even once given myself an orgasm by holding a dildo in my pussy while fingering my butt and watching a DP video.
“Yes daddy.” I whispered shyly as I began moving with him.
Every time he’d push his finger in I’d rise up a little, and as he pulled it back I’d sink back, taking him all the way in again.
I pressed my tits against his thighs, arching my back so I could just roll my hips up and down while her played with my ass.
I was really enjoying the control, being able to just take my time to feel him inside me, occasionally bearing down and giving his shaft a good tight squeeze with my pussy.
I had my eyes closed and was mewing like a cat when Uncle Phil suddenly pipped up.
“Jeez, I’m feeling a little neglected here.” he said with mock gravity.
He was standing in front of us stroking his erect cock so I pushed myself back up with my hands on Daddy’s knees, smiled up at Uncle Phil, and then opened my mouth.
“Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’bout!” Phil exclaimed as he stepped forward to stick his cock in my mouth, and Daddy gave me a playful little slap on the ass.
I wrapped my lips around Phil’s cock head, and began sucking sloppily, bobbing my head and slobbering all over it.
I also started moving my ass up and down a little faster then slower, sort of fucking Daddy to whatever rythm I was using on Uncle Phil’s cock.
I was a little surprised when Uncle Phil pulled his cock out of my mouth, causing a wet sucking pop before grasping the back of my head with one hand while gently pinching my nose closed with the other.
“Open wide Sabrina.” he instructed.
Clearly they had been monitoring my porn because I knew exactly what he was gonna do and as excited as I was to finally experience it I was also a little scared.
Just like when Uncle Phil had first taken my pussy in his guest bed I knew how wrong this was but that just made it hotter, and the fear was part and parcel of the whole deal.
I did as I was told like a good girl, and even though I was expecting what came next if you’ve never experienced it before it’s hard to prepare for.
Uncle Phil began pumping his hips, shoving his cock down my throat as he fucked my wide open mouth.
“Guh, guh, guh, guh, guh!” emerged from my throat as he repeatedly thrust his cock in it.
When he pulled out I immediately took a deep breath, the grasped his wet shaft in my fist, furiously stroking it, giggling between spitting the thick saliva onto it.
“You ready to do it again?” Uncle Phil inquired sweetly.
“Yes sir.” I replied in a nasally voice on account of Uncle Phil’s fingers holding my nose.
I opened my mouth wide, and wiggled my hips because now that I had a better idea of what to expect I knew what I wanted to do.
If you’ve never had a cock shoved down your throat I’m not gonna tell you it’s an entirely pleasant experience.
It really stings your eyes and unless you don’t have a gag reflex it fucking gags you.
However for some people, like myself, the turn on of having a hard cock thrust into you far outweighs the discomfort.
I can’t explain why but there it is.
I lifted my ass, sliding up my father’s cock, in preparation, and when Uncle Phil began fucking my mouth again I began pumping my hips at the same pace, slapping my ass down onto Daddy’s lap, fucking him as hard as I was taking it to the throat, saliva streaming from my chin.
We did it a couple of more times before Daddy lifted me from his cock and bade me, “Turn around baby.”
Daddy helped me spin around to face him while Uncle Phil assisted.
Of course this necessitated my raising up high enough that Daddy’s dick came out so I was eager to get back on once I was facing him.
I just reached down and put him in me, then one, two, three lunges and I had the full length once more buried in my little pussy.
Daddy’s hands had been on my waist but now wrapped around me, one hand snaking up to grasp me behind my neck as he thrust his tongue into my mouth tongue kissing me deeply and passionately.
I began slowly rolling my hips as his other hand slipped down to play with my butt.
I broke from our kiss with a tiny high pitched yelp when he poked his finger back into my butt.
At that point I threw my legs up onto Daddy’s thighs behind me, kind of locking on inside, so I would be better able to push myself up and down on his cock.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder, and I had just begun pushing up and riding back when I noticed Uncle Phil had walked over to the sink and removed a tube from one of the drawers in the counter.
Daddy had just kept his finger stationary in my butt when I threw my legs up on him, but now that I was situated and riding his cock he started fingering my ass again as he whispered in a breathy voice, “You ready for something a little bigger in that butt princess?”
That’s when I realized Uncle Phil had been retrieving a tube of lube and was approaching us with a crooked grin.
I involuntarily let out a little whimper as I realized what they had in mind.
I had my forearms against Daddy’s chest now with my hands on his shoulders and I swung my head back to watch Uncle Phil lube up his cock, biting the corner of my bottom lip as his cock suddenly looked bigger.
Daddy spread his legs, and thus mine, a little wider to give Uncle Phil room to come in behind me.
I had that same rush of excitement and fear.
I knew I wanted this, but did I really?
When Daddy spread open my cheeks I arched my back, presenting my little pucker to Phil.
He had to bend his knees a bit to get into position and I let out the most pathetic little whimper when I felt Phil’s slippery cock head push against my back passage so he stopped, leaning in and kissing me lightly on the cheek before saying, “If you’re not ready for this it’s okay Sabrina.”
Right there I knew he was right.
It was okay and it was gonna be okay.
I could go ahead confidently because if at any moment I didn’t like it or wanted to stop he’d stop.
The two of them, my dad and “uncle” were doing this for me.
I’m not saying that they weren’t enjoying themselves because I’m quite sure that they were, but I was the guest of honor.
It was my party and they’d DP me if I wanted, but only if I wanted.
I would have said they must of read my diary if I’d kept one but I guess they’d had access to the next best thing, my porn search history.
They had clearly studied that shit because everything from being molested in my bed and taken, to having my pussy licked and sucking cock, getting fucked some more, throat fucking in a threesome, and now getting double penetrated, not to mention the whole incest angle, all of this was in my regular porn searches, all my sexual fantasies, and they were coming to life.
I looked down for a moment my eyes suddenly brimming with tears as I felt this rush of emotion, and then I looked up at Daddy with a smile and said, “I’m ready Uncle Phil, put it in my butt.”
“That’s my girl!” Daddy said proudly, kissing a tear that had trickled down my cheek, resting his hands gently on my hips.
Daddy slipped his hands down to spread my buttocks again, and Uncle Phil was presently back pressing into my tight little opening and when the head popped in I automatically clenched up and it felt weird at first, like a poop that you can’t quite squeeze out, but I couldn’t help trying a couple of times anyway just out of reflex.
Phil slid his hands around to cup my tiny titties as he instructed, “Just relax Sabrina.”
So I took a deep breath and exhaled, just letting my bottom relax it’s grip which instantly felt better.
I suppose he felt me relax because he began thrusting.
Not too fast, but not slow, and just using the tip, introducing a little more cock every few thrusts.
I reacted by panting and moaning as I rode just slightly up and down on Daddy’s cock.
Uncle Phil then pulled out to the tip and then slowly pushed in deeper than he had before.
I almost couldn’t help sucking in a deep gasping breath and rising up until only the tip of daddy’s cock was inside me before Phil pulled back and with shuddering sigh a came back down, taking Daddy back inside me.
He did it again, and again, and before long we had a pretty good rhythm going.
Daddy had gone back to resting his hands on my narrow hips, holding on firmly but not guiding or forcing me in anyway, but just holding on.
Uncle Phil was fondling my full breasts as he repeatedly thrust into my little asshole, and each time I raised up with the in thrust, then sank back down as he pulled out, the two cocks thrusting alternately into my tight holes.
Phil kept going a little faster periodically and I kept pace so that pretty soon we were going at a fairly decent clip, once again our pants, moans, and the squishy sounds of our sex the only sounds echoing off the bathroom tiles.
For a moment my mind was gone and I was just a straight up fuck machine whose only purpose was to produce pleasure.
Mine and theirs.
This is me thinking about it later but in the moment this wasn’t a conscious thought, it’s just what I was.
I was so caught up in the rhythm that I couldn’t help letting out a little barking yelp when I pushed down and Uncle Phil didn’t pull back.
I took even more of him in than before and stopped short, clenching my butt and wiggling with a little whimper when I realized there was more.
But I took a deep breath, relaxed my back passage, and slowly finished moving down until I had as much of Daddy’s cock as I could get in, and my ass was pressing against Uncle Phil’s hips, his cock buried in my butt.
I rested my head and Daddy’s shoulder, rolling my hips and getting comfortable with these two cocks buried inside me.
I think I actually drooled a little while doing this.
After a moment I rose up on Daddy’s cock again and Phil followed me up, firmly ensconced in my butt, until I came down when he pulled back so that before long we were back into that rhythm only now with me taking the full length of both cocks.
It didn’t take long before I started getting off, hard.
We had started going faster again but this time it was I who was increasing the pace and Uncle Phil who was following along when I felt my orgasm rushing up to meet me and I began barking to the rhythm of our sex, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
Then a high pitched whine pierced the air as my body was seized by it’s first orgasmic spasm.
I slid my arms around Daddy’s neck, pressing my cheek into his shoulders, still rocking up and down on their cock as my body shuddered to my climax.
I was still getting off when Daddy panted breathlessly, “I’m gonna cum Sabrina, I’m gonna cum baby.”
“Cum inside me Daddy!” I cried without hesitation, completely caught up in the moment.
I knew precisely when Dad started getting off because up until that point he had just passively made his hard cock available to me, sitting still and letting me have my way, but his panting suddenly became quicker and shallower before he suddenly gripped my hips firmly and thrust up hard as moaned, “Aahh!”
Then he pulled back and drove in again, and again, his eyes slammed shut, his face contorted into an expression of agonizing pleasure as with each thrust he panted, “Aahh!”
The thrusts became weaker and less frequent and he eventually moaned, “Aahh, yeah Sabrina, that’s so good baby.”
I kissed Daddy on the mouth but it was kind of sloppy as my little body was still being rocked by Uncle Phil fucking my ass.
Then he panted, “I’m gonna cum Sabrina. Where do you want it honey?”
“In my pussy!” I cried immediately, without even thinking twice.
When he pulled out I instantly rose up, Daddy’s rapidly deflating cock flopping out as I arched my back, presenting my cum filled pussy to Phil.
One of his hands slid down to grasp my hip while I presume the other one guided him in because once he’d entered me it grasped my other hip and he started fucking me hard.
Daddy’s butt was near the edge of the toilet seat and he was laid back against the tank putting his torso at about a 45° angle and now my chest was firmly pressed agsinst his, my head over his shoulder and my ass in the air as Phil repeatedly slapped his hips against it with every thrust.
“Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo!” I began chanting as I felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.
That’s why I found it frustrating when Phil suddenly slowed his thrust, and then just stopped with nothing but the tip in.
I could feel him quivering through his hands on my hips and I guess he was attempting to forestall his orgasm as long as possible.
I couldn’t help wiggling my butt a little and letting out a tiny whimper and then he slammed into me.
“Nnngghh!” he grunted loudly before backing out then giving me another firm thrust and an, “Aaahh!”
Then again with a third strong thrust, “Yeeeaah!”
After that he began fucking me again, slapping my bottom with his hips, and my body was once again rocked by orgasmic spasms as I climaxed once more.
My eyes rolled back in my head and a shudder ran through my body as a low shuddering moan escaped my lips.
I tightened my grip around Daddy’s neck with my arms and this time I know I drooled on his shoulder as gurgling sounds eminated from deep inside me.
Phil kept up a steady thrust, milking his cock inside my flexing pussy as he chanted in a breathy whisper, “Oooh yeeeaah, fuuck yeeaah, oh yeah baby.”
He gradually slowed down as my orgasm began to peter out, giving me one more slow, deep thrust, kissing me on my back as he whispered, “That was beautiful Sabrina.”
As he pulled out I felt some of his thick cum slip out of my fresh fucked pussy.
Daddy was stroking my hair and whispering sweet nothings like, “My beautiful baby girl is so sexy.” and “Daddy loves you so much princess.”
I heard Uncle Phil turn the tap on in the tub once more as he called over, “So what do you think Mike? I think she’s better than Marge.”
“Apples and oranges man.” Dad fired back. “How can you compare them.”
As he began washing himself Phile responded incredulously, “You telling Sabrina didn’t just do us both better than her mother did us when she was eighteen?”
“I’m saying they’re not comparable.” my dad explained calmly. “Margarine was more experienced at her age, we were less experienced back then, but the bottom line is no matter how much we love Marge then or now how can we weigh that against our love for our baby girl?”
I had just been passively letting their words pass over me, basking in the afterglow of some good fucking, but now that I had recovered what they were saying started sinking in.
I was speechless as Daddy picked me up and carried me to the tub.
Uncle Phil had been quiet for a moment, partly to finish washing, but also clearly to formulate a response to Daddy because as he finished he said, “I guess you’re right, but you have to admit Sabrina was pretty great.”
“I wouldn’t dream of denying it.” Daddy confirmed as he deposited my thoroughly confused ass in the tub.
I wanted to ask “WTF?!” but wasn’t sure how to say it so I stuttered, “Yo-you and M-m-mom with Unc-uncle Ph-phil?”
Uncle Phil dried himself off then announced, “I’m going to change the sheets.”
As he left the room Daddy turned to me and explained that eighteen years and approximately nine months ago my dad, mom, and “uncle” were having three ways all the time.
Like the only way they had sex was the three of them together.
As he told me all of the intimate details he washed me, dried me, and then carried me down the hall and tucked me into bed.
Before he left he kissed me on the forehead, as he’d done so many times before, and whispered, “Sweet dreams.”
Dad then walked to the door, stopped at the threshold, turned back to me with a warm smile and said sincerely, “Happy birthday Sabrina.”
Then he walked out, closing the door behind him, after dropping a bombshell like that.
I was sure I’d never get to sleep wondering about which one of them was my father.
I was a lot more tired than I’d thought though because I almost instantly fell into a fitful slumper.
…to be continued.