Sleeping Daughter 2: Backdoor Delight

Sleeping Daughter
Chapter Two: Backdoor Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

The beep of my alarm clock dragged me out of drowsy sleep. I groaned, my hand lashing out, swiping across the counter, brushing my cell phone before I crashed into the side of the alarm clock’s plastic case. My fingers trailed up it and found the button.

“Crap,” I groaned. I hated Mondays. They were always the—

Did last night really happen? I shot up in bed, my heart thudding in panic and looked at my wife. The covers spilled back, revealing her lush, naked body. Betty was still in great shape, her large breasts soft pillows that I loved to play with. Her eyes opened, a pleased smile on her face.

“Morning,” she purred.

“Honey…did we…?” I swallowed. Did I really want to know? Had we really molested our sleeping, eighteen-year-old daughter? What type of terrible parents were we.

“I hoped you didn’t regret last night,” purred my wife. “Because it was so hot watching you take Tiffany’s cherry. Mmm, you pumped so much cum into our daughter’s virgin snatch. I bet you bred her. I bet she has Daddy’s baby growing inside of her.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, shaking my head. “What is wrong with us?”

Her hand reached out and grasped my hard dick. I groaned as she stroked it up and down. “Feels like someone loved it.”

“Just morning wood,” I muttered.

“Don’t be like this, Phil. Last night was magical. Our daughter came so hard on your cock. Didn’t you feel her spasming so hard on you?”

My dick throbbed in her hand at the memory of my daughter’s virgin, teenage pussy spasming on my dick. Her hot, tight flesh gripped me, milking my dick, eager for my cum to spill into her depths while I fucked her hard and her mother ground on her face.

“But she was asleep. She had no idea.” Even if it had been so hot. I shuddered again, aching to feel my daughter’s tight cunt wrapped about my cock, to watch her mother again lick my jizz out of her pussy. “It was wrong.”

Our daughter was recently diagnosed with Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. I thought it was a strange name, especially since the medicine she now took made her sleep the entire night through without stirring, oblivious to whatever happened to her.

Like her father deflowering her pussy after licking her to an orgasm.

“Mmm, I can’t wait for tonight,” my wife moaned, stroking my dick faster. “She’s broken in now. You can really fuck her hard.”

“Betty,” I panted, groaning, my balls aching. Her hand felt so good on my cock. I wanted to say no, but it was so hot thinking about doing it again.

What was wrong with me? How had I not known my wife was the biggest pervert in the world? I was so blind to it.

“I’m so wet thinking about last night,” moaned Betty. “Our little girl’s pussy swallowing your cock. And she has another hole.” Her lips licked my ear. “I know how much you love fucking my ass. Imagine your teenage daughter’s virgin bowels wrapped about your dick.”

“Fuck,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut.

My balls almost erupted. I was so close to exploding. Just a few more strokes and—

A loud knock wrapped our door. A second later, it cracked open, our daughter’s face peering in on us. I yanked up the covers as Betty pulled her hand away. I groaned as the blanket brushed the sensitive tip of my cock, my balls tensing, so close to erupting.

“Mom, Dad,” Tiffany said as she crept in wearing a flimsy, pink nightgown. Not what she slept in last night which was a simple pair of panties.

Those panties were clutched in her hand. I swallowed as she rushed to the bed, her brassy-brown hair trailing behind her. She threw herself between us, wiggling and forcing my wife and I apart as she settled in.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” my wife asked, putting her arm around our daughter’s shoulders.

I tensed. Did she remember? Did she know we fucked her? Betty had cleaned up most of my cum, but I had fired so much into her sweet snatch. What if more leaked out while she slept? What if she were sore down there?

What if I hurt her?

“Mom, I feel funny down there,” Tiffany said.

“Down where, sweetie?” Betty asked in her motherly voice, completely unconcerned.

My ears burned. My stomach tensed. “Um, this sounds like a mother-daughter sorta conversation.”

“Oh, no, Daddy, you don’t have to go,” Tiffany said, grabbing my hand, her eyes glancing down at the bulge my hard cock made in the blankets. “It’s okay. I’m not embarrassed.”

My wife gave me a knowing look, reminding me about little girls and their desire to flirt and please their fathers. I swallowed, still squirming even as I throbbed. Tiffany smelled so sweet. She was her mother but younger and petite, no huge breast but small, budding mounds topped by tiny nipples, each hard and tenting the fabric of her nightgown.

“When I woke up, I felt funny down there. And when I pulled off my panties, there was a milky stain in them. See.” She held up her panties. There on the crotch was my dried cum.

“Oh, that’s perfectly natural,” my wife laughed. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“But it wasn’t the only thing strange, Mommy,” she said. “I, um, explored my pussy.”

“While masturbating?” Betty asked, a shrewd gleam in her eyes. “I know you like to do that in the morning when you wake up.”

“I guess,” my daughter squirm, giving me an innocent look. “You don’t think I’m bad because I like to touch myself?”

“Of course not, sweetheart. Everyone does it.”

“Even you, Daddy?” A mischievous smile popped across her lips. “Is that why you’re so hard right now? Did I interrupt?”

“No, no, just morning wood,” I told her, my ears burning hotter. “It happens to guys.”

“I was giving him a handjob,” my wife said. “And, yes, you did interrupt. But that’s okay. Now what’s so strange about your pussy?”

“Well, my hymen’s gone. And I feel so…open down there. I could get three fingers into me. I never could get more than my little finger past my hymen before.”

“Any soreness?” my wife asked.

My heart hammered. She knew she had sex. We were busted.

“A bit. But it’s okay. A pleasant ache.” She shifted. “Is something wrong? My hymen shouldn’t have vanished. It’s like I had sex. But I’m a virgin.” She glanced at me. “Honest, Daddy.”

“I…I believe you,” I choked out.

“Hmm, that is strange,” my wife said. “Well, you couldn’t have had sex last night.”

“Nope, I took my medicine and was out like a log.” My daughter spread her legs. “Could you take a look. Make sure I’m fine.”

“Of course. I just need to lift your nightgown. I assume you’re not wearing any panties beneath.”

My dick ached and throbbed. “Maybe I should give you privacy.”

“No, Daddy!” Tiffany grabbed my left arm, clinging to it. “You need to make sure I’m okay.”

“It’s our duty as her parents,” grinned my wife.

I swallowed. “It seems more like a mother’s duty, honey.”

“Philip Taylor, you will help to make sure your daughter is perfectly healthy. Now don’t be embarrassed. You used to give her baths. Nothing has really changed since then.”

Everything had changed.

“Okay,” I swallowed. Despite my wife’s stern words, her brown eyes twinkled with a mischievous light.

I couldn’t breathe as my wife drew up our daughter’s nightgown, exposing more and more of her sleek thighs. I had seen her pussy before, but it felt so different with the early morning sun streaming through the window.

Our daughter was awake this time.

I fought the urge to groan as her pussy came into view adorned by a light amount of brassy pubic hair, the curls matted down by milky juices—my cum and her cream. Her legs spread wide and her tight slit parted, showing her pink depths.

“See, Mommy, no hymen,” Tiffany said, her fingers reaching down to spread her labia farther apart. “Does it look bad?”

“It looks fine to me,” Betty said. “What do you think, Phil?”

“Um, fine.”

“Just fine, Daddy?” Tiffany’s dark eyes met mine. Her youthful face trembled. “Only fine?”

My wife gave me a fixed look that told me to make it right.

I kissed my daughter’s forehead. “It’s a pretty pussy, okay. Just perfect.”

My daughter beamed, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me quickly on the lips. I sat stunned as she broke apart and laid back on the pillows, her fingers shooting back down to her pussy and pulling her labia apart again. I could still feel the heat of her lips on mine.

“Mommy, can you and Daddy make sure everything’s all right.” She smiled at both of us, so innocent.

“You mean…?” I swallowed, my eyes rooted to her pussy. My dick throbbed. I needed to cum so badly. I wanted to pin my daughter down, mount her, and fuck her pussy so hard.