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I must have been plastered to hell, because I had more or less forgotten at first what happened the previous night … my daughter Amy’s wedding night. Well, there had been a masque for the post-reception party, and … well, it got a little blurry after that, a little fuzzy. I remembered being sauced enough to take an Uber, and I wasn’t alone. I shook my groggy head, tried to stretch my sore limbs, and then noticed that one of my arms was trapped. I turned to look, and I definitely wasn’t alone in bed. For that matter, what bed? Whose bed?
I couldn’t help but notice that the head lying next to me had golden hair, too. Platinum blonde curls, and as I looked down, its owner was naked, too. I reached down and noticed her lovely bottom, with the perfect hips … birthing hips, really, and there was … cum leaking from her asshole. There was also a nice, caked, dried mess of cum on my cock, along with her anal sweat. There was nothing brown, thankfully. She must have cleaned out her bowels beforehand.
Oh, God, she was gorgeous! She seemed familiar, but how, and where the fuck were we? This didn’t look like some hotel room, at least not at first glance, though it could be a suite of some kind. How had I gotten here? I was very confused, other than knowing that I had gotten drunk off my gourd and had at least anal sex (and probably other kinds) with this ravishingly beautiful blonde. Damn, talk about getting lucky! She looked half my age, too, which was a nice change, not that I minded banging MILFs and soccer moms, but some young stuff was good, too. I’d guess her age at twenty or twenty-one, thereabouts.
I leaned over to kiss her shoulder, and she turned to face me, a broad smile on her lovely face. I stared straight into the adorable, baby blue eyes of my own daughter, Amerys, or as we called her, “Amy!” She wasn’t just my daughter, of course. She was also a married woman, Mrs. Wilhelm Guttmacher. She grinned and winked at me, not giving me a chance to object as she lowered her head to put her sweet lips on my cock. A few seconds later, and half of my dick was buried in her mouth. She was busy licking and sucking my prick clean, not that it was really dirty in the first place. She winked at me again, pushing her head back from her face as her eyes spoke of total reverence and devotion to me, her love and loyalty to her old man.
My cock more than revived as it felt her warm, wet mouth enclose it, her tongue exploring its head. The more my Amy sucked and licked me, the harder I got, and I recalled that I should have still had morning wood. What happened to that? I should have been ready to piss, too, but I must have already done that as well. Did she … she took care of that already, I realized, but how? Had she spent her entire wedding night with me? If so, was she still married to Billy or what happened?
I groaned as I ran my fingers through my sexy daughter’s wonderful blonde curls and she continued to pleasure me. She was wonderful, of course! I couldn’t believe my luck! I was in bed with not just a drop-dead gorgeous knockout of a blonde, but she was my own daughter and another man’s wife! Well, Cassie had told me yesterday that adultery seemed to follow me everywhere, and as wrong as it sometimes was, I had slept with many a married woman before. The circumstances varied a bit from case to case, so it wasn’t always wicked of me, but, yes, I had taken many another man’s wife to bed. This made me wonder … where was Billy and what did he know of it?
“Um … Amy, wow … that’s one head of a wake-up call, princess! Your mouth feels heavenly! But … you’re still wearing your wedding band. You went through with the wedding, but where does this leave you and Billy?” I asked my daughter, truly puzzled for a moment.
“With this,” Amy produced a piece of paper that had my own handwriting, much to my shock.
The writing wasn’t too bad, given that it Avcılar Escort was mine, and no, I didn’t try to read it while she was busy sucking me, but key words stuck out at me, especially the parts about “paramours,” “metamours,” “consensual adultery,” and other such references to sanctioned extramarital liaisons. Clearly, certain of us reached some kind of deal, including Cassie, my estranged wife, which didn’t shock me at all concerning her. I wasn’t able to think much past that for a moment, as Amy all but sucked out the contents of my balls through her mouth into her waiting and thirsty throat.
Once I was sated, I took a little closer look, even as Amy continued licking me, almost as if she wanted to make me do it all over again. The wordiness of the document, that was very much me, as I tended to be very pedantic and my vocabulary was extensive, to say the least. Then again, I was a successful screenwriter for several movies and had been since my first script paid off years ago while in the Navy (somewhere along the way, though it took years due to my busy life, I even graduated college). It had started out as one of my dozen or so novels, but some Spanish TV network wanted it for the basis of a novella, and, yes, my career had paid dividends. I was a multi-millionaire before I took the plunge with Cassie.
Anyway, the essential thrust, there in my own words, was that Cassie and I were now engaged in a marriage that included the option of multiple partners. My first paramour, or mistress, if you will, was my own daughter, Amy (Amerys). She was also in such a marriage with her husband, my son-in-law, Billy, whose first paramour was his own mother, Samantha. Those names were written into the contract, “grandfathered in,” as Cassie put it now that I recalled her words. Her first paramour was her stepbrother, Roger Stanfield, who was really more like a brother than a step one, due to them growing up together.
As for Samantha’s husband, Dieter, well, it was stipulated that all of her lovers were his, too, male and female alike. The articles made a point of him being a eunuch, which brought back my memory of her showing his shrunken, empty scrotum to all of us. Whoever bedded him would have to be the penetrator, male and female alike. That was apparently okay with him, as he was bisexual. Further down, the document more or less indicated that all of us signatories were now lovers to each other in some capacity, but that we also had the option of expanding the circle.
We all had agreed never to divorce, too. I was going to remain Cassie’s husband and she my wife, resuming “full conjugal duties and rights, including cohabitation and companionship,” which meant that I had agreed to move back in with her as soon as possible. Furthermore, Billy and Amy were to move in with us, as were Roger, Samantha, and Dieter. We could certainly share that monstrosity of a house with that many folks in my book. I was apparently to be “cock of the walk,” too, with the full “droit de seigneur” over basically every woman and even man in the household. The presence of three male signatures besides my own and three female signatures as well made it plain as I skipped to that part for a little bit that everyone was agreeable to this exalted status in my family as patriarch and lord of the manor, or whatever.
The next part really brought me up short, even as Amy kept sucking me and playing with my balls and ass, even my taint. All parties had agreed that the next few nights were to be spent with me in Amy’s bed at night, though everyone was fair game during the daylight hours, especially for me. Cassie was to spend her nights with Roger, milking that quasi-incestuous love affair for all it was worth, while Billy was to sleep with his parents at night, bonking both of them at will. The purpose of this was impregnation, as I was to try to make a baby with Amy, while Roger did Avcılar Escort Bayan his best to put a bun of his in my wife’s oven, and Billy attempted to knock up his own mother, Samantha.
“Oh, God, that’s incredibly hot … and damn, I’m hard again!” I noticed that my dick had risen to the occasion again, partly due to my sweet daughter’s mouth, partly due to the words of the “marriage 2.0 contract.”
“You think that’s hot, read page 2 closer, before the signatures, Daddy, and you’ll find the nudity clause,” Amy winked at me as she wiped my cock clean with a wet wipe and straddled me for a turn back in her luscious twat.
“I … can’t, not yet … you’re a bit too hot to get distracted reading, baby girl,” I assured my daughter, as she bounced repeatedly on my pole.
“Well, in a nutshell, I have to get permission, your permission that is, to wear even a stitch of clothing, and so does everyone else, even Roger. I think that was actually his idea, in fact, since he likes some nudity play, cosplay, and other stuff of that nature. It seems that we can only wear what clothes you assign us, and then only for as long as you permit. Otherwise, we have to be naked, and we have to sleep in the nude to start our days that way.
“Well, you … get … oh, God, the idea, don’t you, Daddy? You’re master of the house, man of the house, king in the castle, lord of the manor, chief of the tribe. Paterfamilias, as the Romans would say. You’re the boss … of all of us, by our mutual consent,” Amy assured me as she tried not to lose self-control too soon, but it was a losing battle.
“Wow. Oh, God, wow! Oh … fuck!” I groaned as Amy milked my cock and balls again in a vise-like grip with her slippery snatch.
“Trust me, Daddy. By the time that I have my first baby … our first baby together, which will be legally Billy’s, but everyone will know better, you’ll be used to being alpha male of this little clan of ours. Apparently, even Roger has a secret submissive side to him, it seems. Oh … fuck me!” Amy started moaning and whimpering as she took me balls deep and I bottomed out inside her once more.
“Oh, damn it, princess, you really know how to treat your old man!” I managed to finally blurt, my balls churning and ready to burst.
“Hey, Daddy, I’m your fuckmeat, remember? Your lover, your plaything, your slut princess, your baby girl! I’m yours, even ahead of being Billy’s. I’m your cum slut and you know it! I adore and worship you, my father, my idol, my lord, my Master, and, yes, my King! I’m in love with you and I worship you with every breath in my lungs!” Amy swore as I exploded and we came together at last.
“Hold me, please, Daddy?” my baby girl pleaded with me, as I took her in my arms and nestled her sweet body against my hairy chest.
“I love you, baby girl,” I reminded Amy, who looked up at me with her baby blue eyes and smiled her most adoring smile, looking like an angel right then to me.
“I love you, too, Daddy. Any further questions?” she asked me now.
“Anything else in the contract that I missed while perusing it? The contract that I wrote, that is,” I got a little embarrassed.
“Just that you control the hormone injections for Dieter now, and that you thus control whether or not he gets laid at all. You can make it more or less than now, but they hope that you don’t make it too often, as that would defeat the point of his role. He’s to be the harem eunuch, protector, and fluffer for us, if you recall. By the way, that first time, when we didn’t know that it was each other, that was … amazing, especially once I learned who it was fucking me and just couldn’t stop!
“Now I know why Mom kept trying to fight the divorce and why she couldn’t give up your cock. The rest of it was just the naughtiness … and, well, she was embarrassed to confess this, but the nymphomania. Think of it, Escort Avcılar Daddy. If it was just the guilt, she wouldn’t be as keen on this. If it was just the cock, yours would be enough. She wants this, as do you, but much of it is that she’s insatiable, which makes her perfect for you, just as makes me so. I think that I inherited her nature, and yours, so I got it honestly.
“Face it, Daddy, I’d have tried to be faithful to Billy, but certainly the moment that I didn’t get enough, I’d be hunting for some strange, and my first choice would turn out to be you, I think. I’ve always been attracted to you, and the moment that I saw how … big you are down here, and how often you can get it back up, well, let’s just say, I’d have been hooked just as I am now. Yes, addicted to you and your cock, Daddy. I don’t think that I could give this up to save my life!” my sultry daughter confessed to me now, making my dick start to recover a little, but just a little.
“So … I have two nymphomaniacs in my house now, and I am in … my … our home, then?” I clarified.
“No and yes. You have three nymphomaniacs living with you, since Samantha definitely qualifies, too. Trust me on that. We’ll have to keep you in trim shape, with plenty of exercise,” Amy’s face made plain what sort of “exercise” she had in mind, too, “so you can do justice to your three ladies and any others that you wish to bed. Luckily, you have some help, too. And yes, you’re back home where we all belong … our home now, not just yours or hers.”
“I remember everything now, I think,” I told her and I did … it was all back to me, and I had to admit that I was shocked to recall that it was Dieter who insisted that I control his injections, though Samantha was pleased with him for doing so.
“So, all of us are lovers, and we’re living together, and what was that part about the parties?” I recalled that, too.
“Oh, yes, the parties. I forgot. You are the host, always, and Mom, me, and Samantha will take turns being hostess. You get to decide what kind, how many, etc., but yes, we’d love to host plenty, especially to make sure that everyone here gets some action. Oh, in the cellar, new rule, but you agreed to it, though it was Mom’s idea. In the cellar, anyway, any two or more people who sneak into the cellar are required to have sex with each other, no matter what.
“Doesn’t matter if we accidentally happen upon that person or people, we must still get it on with each other and bareback to boot. What’s more, it will be stocked with the proper array of sex toys for the action, plenty of lube … and cameras, to catch the action and film it for our private, amateur porn collection. All attendees will have to sign legal release forms even to attend, which should weed out the prudes, wolf-criers, and shrinking violets. That was part of the contract, too, if you missed it,” Amy told me with a very loving kiss, which I returned with a passion.
“That should … certainly add a dose of randomness to the fun. I think that should be an ironclad rule, even trumping all others, because I want to see the effects of it. Yes, I think that we can throw these parties. Any ideas? Or perhaps we can discuss this over breakfast?” I asked my sweet daughter, who grinned impishly at me.
“Breakfast sounds nice, and Mom’s making it right now, in fact. She and Roger have already … done their bit for the morning, at least for now. But how about a shower first?” Amy urged me with pleading eyes.
“Yes, that … definitely sounds very appealing, and the food, too,” I winked at her, making her giggle.
“Cool, because I’m eager to wash my Daddy at last, to be washed by him, too, if you don’t mind, and I know that Mom is going to be glad to see evidence of your return to the family home,” Amy told me with a very heated French kiss as we started up the shower.
“I love how you think, baby girl,” I told her with a wink.
“Good, because that means that we’re on the same page, but best of all because I want to please you very much,” my sweet daughter assured me as she licked her lips and I took in the full glory of her wet, naked body … yeah, who wouldn’t be wowed by that?
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