She grabbed my cock, lined me up and dropped her full weight onto me, sheathing me in one fast stroke, no sign of pain. If she hadn’t told me she was a virgin, I sure wouldn’t have known it, as she confidently bounced up and down like a veteran sexpot.
“God, Amy, you feel so good,” I said, as I felt her flexing her Kegels around me, in a much more determined way than the flutters I had felt with Jess.
Glancing to the side, Jess had moved over to Meg and the two of them were spooned together, watching Amy and me. Meg was behind our daughter, one hand over her hip, flicking over Jess’ labia, her mouth nibbling at Jess’ earlobe.
Returning my attention to Amy, I started to flex my hips, pushing my cock into her as deeply as I could. I knew the angle was hitting her gspot and this was confirmed when Amy screamed, “Cumming, dad! Oh, gawd, it’s so good!”
My hands reached up to pluck at her nipples, intensifying her orgasm as her pussy muscles tightened around my cock. I felt my orgasm getting closer, but still not quite there to be simultaneous. As Amy came down from her peak, she really let loose, rising and dropping faster and faster. “Cum for me, daddy,” she cried, reaching down and pinching my nipples as well.
That did it for me, my muscles spasming, sending several volleys of semen deep inside my daughter just as she started to shake once more.
She wound up laying across my chest, her head turned to watch Meg bring Jess to one more orgasm on the tips of her fingers.
“I love you all,” I said. “We need to be very careful not to get caught, though. We’re meeting your grandparents for dinner at Manetti’s at 8. No flirting in front of them, okay? We all need to grab showers and be ready to go by 7:15.”
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“So, how did you two manage to hide being intimate from us, all these years?” Amy asked, during the drive to the restaurant.
“We didn’t have to hide it, because we weren’t being intimate as you grew up,” I answered. “We were lovers for about two years, starting while Meg was pregnant with you two until you were about 18 months old, then we decided it was best to stop, to avoid having you catch us and accidentally let the secret slip before you were old enough to understand why you needed to be quiet about it. We only resumed being lovers six months ago, when you went off to college and we had the house to ourselves.”
Jess considered that, then asked, “You stopped making love for 17 years when you still loved each other and lived together? Why?”
Meg answered, “To protect each other and the two of you. Look, I’ve loved Josh with all my heart and soul our entire lives. I wanted him to be my first lover at 18, but he resisted at the time because we didn’t know whether we were Cystic Fibrosis carriers. Once that was actually confirmed, I agreed he was right. It took Carly’s death and the safety of already being pregnant with the two of you before Josh finally let me become his lover. We continued after your births because he had a vasectomy, but it got too hard to avoid having you catch us.”