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  And then it was over. James once again climbed off Sophie and turned on his side to face his daughter. Sophie turned on her side to face Emma and snuggled into her aunt’s neck, pressing her bottom back against her father in the event he should want to bugger her again during the night. Emma could not have stayed awake even if she wanted to. It had been a long day and her mind and body, sexually satisfied and now tired, slid gratefully into sleep.

  Sunday Morning

  Some time during the night Emma woke to the rhythmic motions of her brother taking advantage of his daughter Sophie’s new-found enthusiasm for anal sex. James was once again plowing his cock in and out of the teenager’s upturned bottom, making the bed shake with the force of his thrusts into her bowels. Emma decided she needed sleep more than she needed to join in, attractive as the prospect was, and she slid out of the bed, hoping her two lovers wouldn’t be too disappointed when they woke in the morning and found she had returned to her own bed.

  Emma slept late, waking to pull on a bathrobe and wander down to the kitchen to make coffee. She could see her father in the garden tending his roses. She knew her mother would be at Sunday service, taking care of the floral arrangements and possibly the revitalized cock of the Reverend Grey. There was a note stuck to the fridge. ‘Darling, croissants in the oven, fresh coffee in the percolator. Enjoy.’ Emma made herself breakfast.

  Drinking her coffee, looking out of the window at the way the sunlight caught the trees in the garden, Emma wondered if the events of the last two days could ever be thought of as anything but wonderful. She and her father had made love, she had been buggered royally by her brother, and been entranced as James in turn assfucked his lovely daughter, Sophie. The sex had been perfect and natural, an expression of great love that had brought only happiness and pleasure. How could something so delightful be thought of as evil?

  She found herself thinking of the teenagers she taught at school. How many of those beautiful girls in their tight white blouses and pleated skirts spent their evenings doing their homework, texting and messaging their friends, then having sex with the father they loved and who loved them? How many of the boys, pleased and proud by what they achieved, found their efforts rewarded by being able to spend an hour or so blissfully emptying the contents of their constantly full balls into the welcoming cunt or upturned ass of their adoring mothers? When there was so much unhappiness in the world it just seemed wrong to condemn consensual incest as anything other than natural.

  Emma shook her head and laughed to change her train of thought. She knew who would make her feel all was well with the world and she walked over to the back door, found a pair of her mother’s rubber gardening boots and pulled them on. She knew she looked silly, wearing a bathrobe and bright green boots, but her beloved Daddy wouldn’t care.

  And he didn’t. As Emma walked over to him his face lit up with pleasure, even more so when she pulled open the belt of her robe, revealing her nakedness underneath, and did a little twirl. “It’s the latest Paris fashion,” she said. “Cost me a fortune. What do you think?”

  “Perfect. Just like the gorgeous woman wearing it,” her father said with an appreciative grin. “Whom I’m delighted to have here this weekend and whom I love very much.”

  “Oh Daddy,” Emma said, walking over to him as he took off his gardening gloves and dropped them on the grass. “You say the nicest things.”

  She put her arms round his neck and kissed him, a little chill of excitement going through her when her father slid his hands round her waist to cup her bare bottom, pulling her breasts against his cotton shirt. The softness of the material made Emma’s nipples stand up, signalling her growing desire and she had to admit however much she had enjoyed having sex with James and Sophie, she was ready, always ready, for more.

  Her father’s eyes met hers. “The swing-seat?” he said softly.

  “The swing-seat,” Emma repeated with certainty.

  She sat on the cushions with her legs open, enjoying the desire in her father’s eyes as he looked along her thighs at the mass of black curls covering her mons. She reached down and took off the boots then sat back, eager to fill her mouth with the thick pole of her Daddy’s cock. And it was at that moment Emma suddenly realized she hadn’t yet had a bath. She blushed.

  “Daddy,” she said, a little embarrassed. “Last night-“

  “You were with James and Sophie. Yes, darling, Mummy and I knew. And if that’s what you all wanted, then your mother and I didn’t mind.”

  “Of course,” Emma said, pleased and relieved. “But James fucked my bottom and I haven’t yet...I mean, if you want to hang on here for a moment, I could quickly shower...?”

  “Don’t you dare,” her father said with a laugh. He got to his knees so his face was level with her pussy. “Open wide,” he said, looking up into her face.

  Emma blushed even redder. But this time from a hot surge of anticipation and arousal.

  “Yes, Doctor Boswell,” once more her Daddy’s little girl.

  Emma’s father moved his face close to her pussy. His fingers, skilled at examining the pretty pink vaginas of the village girls, pulled open the lips of her labia, sticky with her juices from the night before. The smell of her own arousal filled Emma’s nostrils as her father leaned close and inhaled the rich scent.

  “You smell so good,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He put out his tongue and swirled the tip round the engorged bud of Emma’s clit. She moaned, loudly this time because she need hide her desire from no-one, and put her hands on her father’s head, urging him closer.

  His tongue slid into her cunt. Licked and lapped hungrily, slid wetly over sensitive surfaces deep inside the hole, his tongue like a small penis fucking its way into her pussy and then sliding slowly, lingeringly, back over her mons to her clit. Emma closed her eyes, taking her nipples in her fingers and squeezing them.

  Overwhelmed by sensation, she barely registered his fingers slide away from holding open her cuntlips until they pushed under her thighs, lifting her body up so her buttocks spread. Emma realized her father was going to rim her. The thought crossed her mind that every time James withdrew his cock from the depths of her rectum when he buggered her the night before there had been a froth of lube and spunk coating the long, slender shaft. And she hadn’t washed her anus since.

  The sigh of pleasure that came from deep in her father’s chest reassured Emma. However strong she tasted it turned him on, a fact she was sure of when his tongue pushed past the tight muscle of her anal sphincter and worked its way up into her rectum. He licked round the tight opening as he tongue-fucked her ass, giving a soft moan when Emma felt the remnants of James’s spunk, deposited deep in her bowels the night before, trickle into her father’s mouth.

  Emma’s delight was intense. Her nipples were as hard as little rubber erasers, her father had his tongue buried in her bottom, and her cunt felt juicy wet. The slightest touch of her fingers on her clit would make her come but she didn’t masturbate herself. Her father would decide when she could climax: she was his daughter and under his control. He could do whatever he liked to her willing body, a feeling of willing surrender as erotic as the rimming he was giving her asshole.

  When he was ready her father raised his face from between the cheeks of her ass. Emma reached down and kissed him, savoring the smell and taste of her bottom on his lips. Then she watched as he stood up and opened the belt of his trousers, ran the zip of his flies down and freed his big, heavy cock. Where James’s penis was long and slender, Emma’s father’s prick was just as long but thicker, the veins standing out along its length, his balls, as big as lemons, covered with black curly hair.

  Emma watched as her father reached down to take hold of his prick and she waited for him to move his hips forward or back, fucking into her cunt or her ass. He arched his back and thrust forward, sinking his rigid cock deep into her pussy, making her moan aloud with delight, her legs going round his back to pull him deep into her body.

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bsp; He fucked her slowly, pulling out to allow the head of his cock to work at the mouth of her hole, then sliding out and up to tease her clit, before ploughing back as deeply as possible into her cunt. Emma’s juices flowed, dripping onto the swing-seat, heightening the intense pleasure she felt in finally having her pussy fucked.

  But as much as she enjoyed having her slippery pussywalls contracting round the big prick thrusting in and out of her cunt, Emma was never as intensely aroused being fucked as she was when she was being buggered. There was just something so exquisite about being able to rhythmically squeeze her anus round the base of a cock buried in her back passage that sent her skyrocketing into orgasm with great speed and intensity.

  Perhaps her father sensed she was holding back because he suddenly changed his rhythm. Now, each time he pulled out he slid the tip of his cock both up to Emma’s clit and back to her asshole, he added his slippery semen to her natural oils. Then he withdrew from her cunt and pushed the engorged knob of his cock into the tight grip of her anus. She whimpered softly from the slight discomfort of being buggered by a bigger cock than her brother’s but quickly recovered and started a muscular, rippling action in her rectum, sucking her father’s cock into the deepest recesses of her bowels.

  Again her father started pumping, this time very slowly, pausing occasionally so that he could look down and take delight in seeing his daughter’s anal sphincter stretched taut round the base of his penis, a slick, tight clinging of flesh to flesh. Emma, eager to heighten the sensation for both her father and herself, slipped her hand between her legs. She curled three fingers into her dripping pussy, pressing them down against his shaft through the thin membrane and masturbating him with quick little strokes.

  Almost immediately her father speeded up his thrusts, forced every last inch of his prick into her asshole and groaned loudly in orgasm, his hips spasming as he emptied himself into Emma’s back passage. The spurts of liquid heat spurting into her bowels brought Emma, shaking and shuddering convulsively, to the edge of a massive orgasm. She moaned loudly and then, delirious with delight, she came, ecstasy washing through her body.

  Finally her orgasm ebbed and she lay back on the swing-seat, her father’s cock still throbbing sexily in her asshole. In a moment he would withdraw and Emma could make her way back upstairs to lie in a hot, relaxing bath. She needed to; she felt as if she had been fucked to a standstill.

  Relaxing in the afterglow of her orgasm, Emma thought it had been quite a weekend, one that offered the promise of further delights in the near future. Emma had no doubt her brother James would want to introduce his daughter to the pleasures of being fucked and buggered at the same time, especially if it was her grandfather’s cock filling Sophie’s pert little ass.

  She wondered too if her mother harbored the same illicit desire for James Emma had for her father: the prospect of watching James lying on top of his mother, her legs waving in the air as he pumped his cock deep into her upturned asshole, made Emma shiver with renewed desire.

  And then her mind filled with a vision she had never even considered before, one that made Emma tighten her asshole round her father’s deeply buried prick, her rectal sheath rippling along the shaft bringing him to renewed hardness.

  Emma could only imagine how it would feel to settle herself between her mother’s legs, her mouth suckling the engorged bud of her mother’s clitoris. Her fingers, wet with her mother’s juices, moving from sopping wet cunthole to puckered anal sphincter, working the rosehole open slowly, first one finger, then another and another until she had her whole hand buried in her mother’s rectum, the distended anal sphincter clenched tight round her wrist.

  The thought was so exciting Emma once more began the slow, sensuous movements of a woman in heat. She began to fuck her bottom back and forth on her father’s buggering cock, seeing his surprise at her renewed desire in his eyes. Then she felt the press of his lips on hers in a passionate kiss and gave herself up to the delicious desire to feel his come spurting once more into her bowels. No matter how many times she was sodomised, she would never tire of the exquisite pleasure of anal sex, and, in her father, James and Tom, she knew she had the perfect partners to satisfy the restless demands of her hungry asshole.

  GENTLE PERSUASION

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