Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

"Why are you here? I know what the note said, but there must be more?"

  "In our spare moments, I've been thinking about that. I'm your teacher because I know so much about sex. I have fucked more men, and women, than you could imagine. And I have nothing to show for it. No lasting friends, lovers, obviously no husband. My life is getting empty. The one person who would really notice, and care, would be my mother. But I don't see how she could have set this up."

  "Well, what shall we do with Angie here?"

  "Fuck her."

  "What?"

  "Literally, we are going to fuck her. Every hole, every way. By the time the sun rises tomorrow, you'll both have an appreciation of sex."

  "And you? What will you get?"

  "God only knows. I'm not sure I can go back to what I was. It was too...empty."

  "Come lay with me, we can rest together."

  Everyone slept. Several hours later, hunger woke them. They took turns running out to the single-holer next to the cabin. Sandwiches seemed to be their choice for a meal, coffee to wash them down. Clark got the fireplace going, warming the cabin. They threw the comforter to the floor in front of the fire. Cuddling together, they talked about themselves, revealing not only to their partners, but to themselves aspects they never realized.

  Angie began crying, turning into Clark's arms. She had felt the emptiness of the years, not just behind her, but the decades ahead. Sobs wracked her body; all Clark knew to do was rub her shoulders, and mumble, "There, there."

  He looked up at Debby, questions in his eyes. She indicated rubbing her back, then moving a hand around to Angie's breast, he copied the movements. Soon Angie stopped crying, looked up, into his face. Instinctively, he bent, kissing her softly at first then responding to her hunger, harder and harder. She turned in his arms, begging to be held. Again, looking at Debby, Clark signaled with his head that she join them. Quickly, the three were holding each other, pressing cheeks together, and tits crushing tits.

  They laid Angie to the comforter, both kissing her face, moving to her tits, sucking her nipples. Clark moved to her pussy, licking the length, nipping at the clit, sucking it deeply. Clark rose to his knees, placed his cock to Angie's cunt. Looking down, watching her face for a sign, he eased in. She caught, held her breath, lifted her hips. Taking the hint, he pushed slowly until fully buried. She wrapped legs around his hips, holding him in. Looking at Debby's face, "I never knew it felt like this. What have I been missing?"

  "It's not what have you missed, it's what will you do from now on."

  "I want to do this. Many times. Many, many times."

  "I'm forming an idea. We'll talk later. Right now, Fuck him."

  And she did. Hips rising, pushing against Clark, urging him on. Wanting the feel of his seed spurting into her core. They came together, holding on, waiting for the quivering to stop, their breaths returning to normal.

  Throughout the night they fucked. Sleeping together, rubbing shoulders and hips, spooning, one way then the other. Hands clutched Clarks cock, his hand held tits, pussies. He woke to a mouth sucking him, a pussy before his nose. Another time, while spooning with Angie, she lifted a leg, guided his cock into her. They fucked slowly, affection developing. She called to Debby, "Kiss me, be part of this."

  In the morning, they woke to the sound of a car horn. Rubbing eyes, Clark staggered to the door, opened it to see the van, waiting at the edge of the glen. Tapping his wrist in the universal sign of time, he indicated one hour. A hand waved from the driver's window and the vehicle turned, drove back down the path.

  They picked up the cabin, restoring it somewhat to the state it was in. Finally, the box with their clothes was pulled out. Sorting through them, the women tossed their underwear aside put the rest on. Clark also tossed his boxers aside, dressed. Debby looked around, "I'm going to miss this place."

  Angie responded. "I'm going to miss you guys."

  "Me too. I wish we could continue."

  "Maybe we can. Nothing says this is the end of us being together. Something here has re-awakened me. I want to be with both of you."

  The horn sounded again. Looking around, they slowly walked out the door, Clark closing it firmly.

  At the van, they clambered into the back, not wanting a feeling of separation.

  The van bounced down the path, each within their thoughts, not paying attention to the driver other than seeing how the long hair was swaying to the ruts in the road.

  They stopped in front of a large, chalet style cabin. Two familiar looking women stepped out on the porch, waiting for them. The driver stepped around, opened the sliding door. Clark looked her in the face, "Mom?"

  "Yes dear, did you have a good time?"

  Confused, Angie and Debby looked first toward Clark, then at the women on the porch. Almost in unison they said, "Mother?", "Mom?"

  "Come in dears, breakfast, and explanations are waiting."

  "Get comfortable." Said Debby's mom, dropping her coat on a chair, revealing her nudity.

  "Yes," said the other two, "you still have much to learn."

  The mothers watched their children wolf down pancakes, eggs, bacon, and coffee.

  Once the three settled back, sipping coffee, looking around, eyeing the three nude women; Clark's mother, Jennifer; tall, slim, close cut blonde hair. Medium size breasts, still firm, sitting high on her chest. He felt a stirring in his loins. Angie's mother, Rose; small like her daughter. And like her daughter, fine featured, with large tits and dark nipples. Finally, Debby's mom, Sue; medium height and weight. Very shapely, yet no extra pounds. Brown hair and a completely bare pussy.

  The mothers knew, and welcomed the scrutiny, opening their legs for better exposure.

  Angie's mother, Rose, began: "I know you are wondering how we set this up, and why.'How' we'll set aside.'Why' is because we love our kids, and couldn't stand to see the paths you are on. Just to clarify, we have known each other for years. And for most of those years we have been lovers."

  She gave the kids time to absorb that bit of information. Debby simply nodded her heard. Angie gaped in surprise. Clark scanned the three, his cock hardening, forming a tent.

  Sue picked up the narrative; we want you to have the fulfilling love life we have. Our feeling is that you three are perfect partners for each other."

  "The three of us?"

  "Yes, Clark. Each of you has needs the other two fill. Debby, I love you. It breaks my heart to see how empty your life has become, how you have given up on yourself. These two bring a sense of purpose to you."

  Rose spoke up; "Angela, you were turning into a recluse, missing all the good things in life, most especially love and lust. Both are important to us."

  "Clark," interjected his mother, "You were on a path of loneliness that would have never gotten better. You could have turned into a bitter old man within ten years. Now, look at us. We are happy. We love each other, along with a few others. It does wonder for your self-esteem, your figure, and seems to minimize age lines too."

  "So you did this to throw us together?"

  No... To throw all of us together. I want to walk around my own house nude. To see you nude. Which reminds me, all of you strip!"

  The three stood, easily removed clothing, stood before their mothers for viewing.

  "Clark," his mother said, "You've been looking at me all morning, this lovely cock says you like what you see. Come with me."

  Wrapping her hand around his hard cock, she led him to her bed.

  Rose moved to her daughter, "I want you to show me everything you have learned."

  Hand in hand they walked up the stairs.

  "Debby, I know you already are experienced. Possibly more than me. Come cuddle with me.

  And that is how their earth Day adventure ended.

  And the rest of their lives began.

  The End.

  Still In A Fog Over Last Night

  I was still in a fog over what I witnessed last night. The image of my wife totally and completely taken in l
ust will forever be playing in my mind. The image of Kris pounding her fingers in and out of my wife and her reaching, pulling, trying to get into Kris's shorts will keep me hard for a very long time. In fact, I was hard as I stood at the sink cleaning up a few dishes left over from last night's dinner.

  I was zoning out, replaying the images in my head when a pair of hands wrapping under my arms and around my stomach in a warm, good morning embrace suddenly snapped me back into reality. I glanced over my shoulder and stared into the glowing eyes of my beautiful wife. She really was quite beautiful and this morning she looked even more radiant. She kissed me softly and was about to say something, thought better of it, just smiled and kissed me again.

  With her arms still wrapped around me, she sat her chin on my right shoulder while I continued to clean up. I could feel her nipples and breasts as they pushed gently into me. She must have felt my heart racing because of my arousal and lifted her head again to look questioningly at me. She returned her chin to the spot on my shoulder, nuzzling and kissing my neck, and I could feel her warm gentle breath against my skin. After a few seconds, she began to move her hands around my stomach in a soft, almost playful manner. She let them roam upward to my chest and occasionally lower to the waistband of my shorts. I had on an old t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting gym shorts, very similar to the pair my wife wore when she went to talk to Kris last night, a similarity that I did not miss when I grabbed them up this morning. Her left hand rested on my chest as her right moved lower across the front of my shorts. I had softened a bit, but there was still no way to miss what I was feeling. I felt and heard a quiet hum against the skin of my neck and could feel the smile spread across her face. She grasped my chest a little tighter now and pulled herself closer into me. Her breasts flattened against my back and I could now feel the warmth of her as well as her heartbeat. She dipped her hand lower and lightly grasped my erection. Then, moving her hand up, she wriggled her fingers inside the waistband of my shorts. I had to close my eyes and groan softly at the first contact of her delicate fingers on my now very hard penis. With her left hand, she pulled the waistband of my shorts down and away from me, freeing me from them. She rubbed my length with her palm and then used only her fingertips to stroke the top. She stroked along the slit with one finger and massaged the growing moisture around the opening. She was toying with me and she knew it.

  So with my left hand, I reached back and around my wife's arm to her leg, stroking it just below her shorts. A small moan formed in her throat and did the best she could to stifle it in my shoulder. The softness of her skin contrasted to the satiny feel of her shorts, the same shorts she had on last night. A few gentle strokes later and my fingers had wormed their way up the opening into the space between her thighs. Warmth enveloped them and I so desperately wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face in between her spread legs. She accommodated my touch by angling herself towards my arm and parting her legs slightly, allowing me to slide my index and middle finger through her lips easily, which were becoming wetter as they opened themselves to me.

  My heart was pounding now, my legs were weak, and then there was the creak in the floor behind us. Instantly, my wife rotated her hips, pulling away from my hands, while whipping her hand out of my shorts and back to my stomach. My shorts snapped back onto my penis though not completely covering it, leaving it in an awkward and uncomfortable position. She pushed me closer to the counter to hide my erection from Kris who was now behind us as she stepped into the room. I do not know how long she had been there and it was quite unrealistic to pretend that nothing going on, but my wife instinctively did the best she could.

  My wife had tensed up like in a deer in headlights. Her arms gripped my stomach firmly and she remained perfectly still. Her heart was pounding. Soon there was the extra pressure I felt pushing against my back, again pushing me forward into the sink. I had to move my hands to the counter in front of me to brace myself from pushing my still hard penis into it. My hands remained on the counter as I glanced over my shoulder and caught sight of my wife crushed up to me by Kris, who had her sandwiched between us. Kris is about the same height as my wife, their eye and hair color is similar though Kris's has more highlights. I did not risk turning completely around. Even in my limited view I could see very clearly the look on both their faces. A look of questioning filled my wife's face and small but distinct smile crept across Kris's face. I did not know what to think, but oh, I was curious and wanted to see how this played out. Kris locked eyes with me as she leaned in and kissed my wife's neck as gently as my wife had mine only moments before.

  My wife's grip on my stomach relaxed a bit and she pulled her right arm away. Her hand brushed the side of my leg near the bottom of my shorts. It was electric and I jumped slightly from the contact. Slowly, it began to move upward, her fingertips catching and holding onto the fabric as they continued to climb. They pulled aside the opening and, to my surprise, moved into it. My eyes closed; I did not want this feeling to end. This was not how my wife acts. This was something different, special. However, even in my lust I could tell her touch was heavier than normal, jerky. She was trembling, but it was more than that. As she grazed my testicles, it became clear as to why when I felt more fingers than I should have. I glanced down and noticed that Kris's hand was on my wife's, guiding it. My heart and my penis jumped. Kris was using her hand to guide the two pairs of fingers around me, wrapping together, and stroking slowly up and down as one. My wife had her left arm still gripped tightly to my chest so I was a little shocked to feel a finger along the back of my leg at the bottom of my shorts. Another, then another, and finally a fourth followed it as they cupped under my butt and moved aside the fabric to cup my bare butt. It was amazing to have so many hands, hands I knew and hands I didn't on me. I felt my wife shift to the right just a bit, all the while keeping her pounding heart against my back and her quickened breath on my neck. I could not believe my wife would allow this woman to touch me like this, much less encourage it. The strange fingers collected and slid underneath into the space just below my penis. They pushed against it, and I felt my penis grow even bigger in their hands. I was not sure how much more I could take as the fingers slid forward to cup my testicles, then back toward my butt. A single finger pressed inward against it, softly at first, then harder. As the fingers suddenly moved away and out of my shorts, I could not help but whimper my disapproval.

  However, the fingers then rotated, turning from me into my wife. They moved aside the fabric of her shorts and between her legs, and I felt her knees buckle slightly from the touch. They were gentle at first, eliciting soft whimpers from her, then more urgent as the back of the hand rocked back and forth against me, obviously pushing fingers in and out of my wife's lips just as they had done the night before. Kris whispered to my wife, "don't move, I'll be right back" and with that the fingers that had been guiding these events were gone.

  My wife, remaining tightly gripped to my throbbing erection, softened slightly as I turned into her a little. I wanted to see the lust in her eyes and I was not at all disappointed. We spoke not a word. I leaned into her and kissed her as passionately as I could from the position I was in. She never released her grip on me and I didn't want her to, so I made sure not to move too much. Her left hand moved from my chest down to my testicles and squeezed. "You like that," she whispered. She forcibly turned me back forward again, "How about this?" she whispered, or kind of purred really, and rubbed her hand along my shorts around to my butt and pushed the material into the crease. She moved her hand underneath so that her fingers pushed into the space just in front of my anus, and her thumb pushed into the hole itself. My eyes closed, a grunt was all I could muster.

  The pressure on my back returned and I knew Kris was back. A gasp escaped from my wife and she released her grip on me. Both of her hands moved behind me up to my shoulders. Every few moments I could feel her reach down, grab a handful of her breast, and squeeze. Her forehead dropped onto my back as she pushed her hips
backward. I wanted to turn to see, to watch what was enfolding right behind me, but I did not dare do anything that might disturb the moment. As I looked down between my legs, the shorts my wife had been wearing slid down her legs to the floor. She quickly kicked them to the side. Her forehead still on my back, her hands still on my shoulders, she let out a guttural moan unlike anything I had ever heard from her. I was so hard it hurt.

  Careful to keep her hands in touch with my shoulders, I turned into her. She used the opportunity to slide her hips back even further. Kris was behind her, her left hand on my wife's backside, which was open, and on display to her. Her right hand was lower, moving back and forth in quick little motions. I leaned forward as much as I could and saw in her hand the end of what looked like a very large dildo. The sound of it sliding in and out of my wife's very wet lips filled my ears as I looked into Kris's eyes. She pulled it out of my wife with a slurp as it exited and my wife groaned her obvious displeasure. Massive was the only way to describe it. It was pink, very long, and very, very thick with veins running along its length. My wife and I had played with toys before, but nothing even remotely like this thing. It had a knob at the end in her hand, so I guess it vibrated as well, though it was not humming yet. I am not sure where it came from or why she had it with her, but right now I couldn't have cared less. She rubbed it between my wife's cheeks, causing her to twitch. She plopped it on her butt and slowly ran it back underneath of her, and the grip of my wife's hands on my shoulders told me when it slid back in, opening and filling her. In slow long deliberate strokes, Kris pushed it in and pulled it out of my wife. She moved the thumb of her left hand to my wife's vagina as this thing drove in and out of her, swirled it around in the fluid that was seeping from her, and moved it up into her spread backside. I watched as she rubbed into her tight little hole and as her thumb slowly, painfully slowly pushed its way inside her. This was too much for my wife and she cried out a cry of pure lust. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes then down to my rock-hard penis still contained in my shorts.