Me and the Girls SeXStoRY

I loved Susan, my wife, with all of my heart. She gave me the best ten years I could ever have asked for as well as three wonderful c***dren. I was totally devoted to her and astounded that I could have been so fortunate as to have won her heart. One night she had an accident on the road. I almost died of grief. If not for my c***dren, I would have committed suicide. I couldn't go on without her, but couldn't abandon my c***dren. I became absorbed by my work and c***dren. My only social activities had to do with taking the k**s to school functions. I refused flatly even to consider getting involved with another woman. The k**s did their best to cheer me up. In many ways they were successful. We would go camping, skiing, and riding together as a f****y. We had fun, but I would get rude or cold towards any women who tried to get close to me. Trish, my older girl, kept trying to get me set up with anyone he knew who might be available. She was constantly bugging me about it. But I always put it off. Trish... When Trish's body started to change, I noticed how similar she looked to Susan. I began to miss Susan all over again. Trish inexplicably stopped bugging me about getting a life sometime after her thirteenth birthday. She began to parade around the house wearing little or no clothes at all. I would chastise her for it, jokingly telling her that it wasn't fair to a dirty old man like me to do that. She would smile and say sure thing daddy. She began rubbing herself against me shortly after that episode, and I would pretend not to be aroused by her. She was my little girl, after all, there was no way that I would ever take advantage of her. I loved her dearly, and that was wrong, wasn't it? She began to get flirty with me. She would pinch my butt or rub me with her breasts. She would tickle me and did everything she could to let me know how she wanted me. I was clueless. One night after a hard day of work, I got home late. The k**s usually took care of their own meals on nights like that, so I didn't worry that they were okay. I stopped by each of their rooms to make sure that they were okay, and Trish was still awake. She was working on her computer, not wearing any clothes. I pretended not to notice, and told her that she needed to get to bed. I told her good night and went to take a shower. In the shower, I tried to jack-off, but was too worn out by the rough day at work. I finished my shower, put my robe on, and returned to my room. Trish was in my bed. She was still naked, and she was playing with herself. She looked exactly like her mother at that moment. Her long red hair spread behind her on the pillow, her firm titties covered with the freckles that covered most of her body. Her nipples stood outward, looking like monuments of tissue demanding to be sucked. I was shocked, but someone seemed to have stolen my voice... I couldn't say anything. "You said I should go to bed, dad." she purred, still playing with herself. She was finger- fucking herself. I didn't know what to do. I closed the door behind me and walked over to the bed. I wanted to yell at her, but my ears were ringing so badly that I couldn't think together a sentence. My cock had risen straight outward, poking through my robe. I had not noticed it, too distracted by my lovely daughter. Trish, however, had definitely noticed it. She reached out and grabbed me by it, then pulled me towards her. I sat on the bed and let my robe fall to the floor. It seemed as if someone had switched off my brain, there was no thought, only need!!! I leaned into my daughter and kissed her passionately. She responded with equal passion. She paused and told me that she needed me inside her now!!! I climbed atop her as she guided my cock towards her tender cunt. I slid into her in one push. I barely noticed when her hymen burst before me. She bit my shoulder and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. My mind was completely consumed with desire. I was acting on instinct and passion. I would have never believed in a million years that I would actually fuck my baby girl Trish, but here we were, like two a****ls consumed by the need to reproduce. The thought of her getting pregnant crossed my mind at some deep level, but was dismissed as unimportant. What was important was our fucking. No loving, no foreplay, nothing fancy... only our need for each other existed. We fucked for what seemed forever, but was probably only a few minutes. Trish came around my cock three times before I finally delivered my load deep inside of her. She was alternately kissing me and looking into my eyes as we neared my eruption. When I came, she tightened her pussy walls to squeeze all of my semen out of me. Three years of need for a woman was taken by my little girl. She knew I had needed her, even though I hadn't realized it. As we finished, Trish kissed me, then lightly bit my nose. "See, dad, I told you that you needed to find a girlfriend." she was giggling and still holding me against her tightly. "You must have been pretty bad off if you would fuck me." she showed that she was k**ding my squeezing my cock with her pussy and tickling me. I was a little shocked at both myself and at her. I was getting ready to jump off of her and apologize, but she kept her arms and legs locked around me and wouldn't let me up. She looked serious for a moment and told me that she had really needed me for a long time. I rolled onto my back, with her still attached. I didn't know what to say. My cock noticed that Trish was still there and got painfully hard. She began to ride me, rocking back and forth slowly. This time lasted much, much longer. We talked as we made love this time. We talked about love, about sex, about Susan, and about the two of us. I realized that I was not hurting Trish, but loving her. She wanted me, I wanted her, how could it possibly be a bad thing. MaryAnne... Trish and I tried to keep our activities a secret from MaryAnne and Josh, but they were at least as smart as their mother had been. They weren't fooled for a second. I didn't realize this until one night when Trish was riding me again, and the door opened behind her. Trish jumped and covered herself as MaryAnne walked into the room. "Daddy, don't you love me?" MaryAnne asked. "Yes, of course I do, Annie! What a silly question to ask!" I responded, torn by embarrassment over the situation and concern for my younger girl. "I feel left out." was her response. Josh and I know what you two are doing, and I want to know why you give Trish all of this attention and don't give me any like that." her eyes were glistening and I didn't know what to say. Trish saved the day by telling MaryAnne that she had to ask for this kind of attention before she could get any of it. MaryAnne came over to me and dropped her robe to her feet. Her new tits were astounding. Where Trish looked almost exactly like her mother, little Annie looked like a younger version of my mother. She was trim, but her breasts were large. Her nipples were very round and swollen. She had long blond hair and a delicate face. This face had long ago mastered the art of wrapping me around her little finger. "Daddy, I love you, will you make love to me too?" she asked in her sweet voice. I could never say no to her, so I told her that I would be glad to do that with her. I told her that I was afraid that she might not be ready for this. She looked at Trish, then at me, and told me that if Trish was ready, so was she! Trish had by now gotten over the surprise of the interruption and had dropped the blanket. Trish always took charge with her younger siblings, and did so now. "Climb up on the bed, Annie." she said in an authoritive tone. Annie did as Trish told her, and asked what to do next. I told her to let me do all of the work. As my two daughters lay side by side, I began kissing MaryAnne's body all over. I sucked and nibbled her neck, her nipples, and finally her little pussy. She got hotter and hotter as I licked and worked her pussy and her clit with my mouth. I brought her to orgasm several times before I was ready to move to the next step. As I was eating MaryAnne, Trish played idly with herself and watched. Trish seemed a little disturbed by having been interrupted, but seemed okay with how things were working out. When I felt that she had had enough of that good thing, I asked her if she really wanted to go through with this. "Yes!" she hissed. I laid on my back and told her that she would need to get on top of me for this. Little Annie climbed right up there, wasting no time duplicating what Trish had been doing. She impaled herself onto me without a second of consideration. There was no break, as I had expected to find from her hymen. She didn't pause, but rode me steadily, staring into my eyes, smiling. "Have you done this before, Annie?" I asked. "Josh and I have been doing what we see you two doing all of the time." she told me. That drove me over the edge. Finding out as I am fucking my baby girl Annie that she has been fucking my son Josh was such a turn-on that I realized at that moment that I was a complete and total pervert, and I loved the thought! MaryAnne and I made love for quite some time before I realized that Trish had left the room. We were holding each other gently, kissing like long time lovers, when we heard the screeching sound from the other room. We looked at each other and our looks of puzzlement were quickly replaced by amusement as we realized that the sounds we heard were from Trish and Josh, obviously enjoying each other in the next room. Ever since that night, I have been my old self again. If it seems wrong to you that I am in love with my younger daughter and fuck both of them, or that my older girl and son plan to live together as man and wife when they go to college, then you need to consider that we all really love one another. We are all willing and eager, and we are all happy. Is it wrong? Not for us!