Mistaken Identity (A Taboo First Time MMF Menage) (2 page)

No, this was a bad idea. If I leave now, by morning they’ll probably forget I was even here, or think it was a hallucination. And will Dad feel bad about that?

No, because he thinks I’m his wife, not his daughter. It’s perfectly normal to fantasize about your wife walking in naked on you and your boyfriend and wanting to join the fun.

I open my mouth to say I forgot something, anything to get out of here long enough, long enough for them to forget.

But Dad beats me there: “So are you joining me and Tommy? I thought you weren’t into that?”

My mouth closes, and I feel wetness trailing down to my inner thigh.

“Yeah,” Tommy says, looking up at the ceiling, “what’s the deal with that?”

I shake my head. No, this is wrong. But instead of saying I have to get something I forgot, I say, “I changed my mind.”

In perfect synchronization, Tommy looks down and Dad looks back, and their eyes lock. Then, again at the same time, they both look at me. “So, you want to try both of us?”

The movement of my head and the words that next escape past my lips are things I have no conscious control over.

“I want to be taken by two men who are in love.”

“Great!” Dad says, and pulls me into a hug. He reaches around and squeezes my naked ass, and I melt against him. Then he reaches further down, between my legs. “You’re so wet already.”

At that, I almost cum. Instead, I bite into his shoulder and moan.

“Frisky,” he says, giving my ass another slap, harder this time. Much harder. It feels unbelievable. My Dad is spanking me. My Dad just touched my pussy, told me how wet it was. My Dad’s cock is against my stomach, and, holy shit, it’s getting hard.

Getting hard for
me!

He lifts my chin and plants a kiss on my lips, warm and sensual, and my mouth opens. His tongue slips inside and a moan escapes past my lips and into his mouth.

My eyes are open, too stunned, too happy to want to close them, and I see Tommy coming closer to us.

Dad is still kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I let it find my own tongue.

Tommy’s hand reaches out, touches one of my nipples, and another moan of pleasure escapes me. “I thought these would be bigger.”

Daddy pulls back. I try to keep kissing him, but he’s too tall and too strong for my thin arms to hold. He looks down at my breasts. My Daddy is looking at my naked tits. The wetness is halfway down my thigh now.

He hefts one in his hand, and I close my eyes and moan at his touch. Touching me where he shouldn’t be. “You lost more weight than I thought.” He shrugs, kisses my forehead. “You’re still beautiful. I like little tits.”

“Me too,” Tommy says. “They’re so great for sucking. And they fit your hand so well.” He demonstrates by palming one of them. Then he squeezes it.

Then he quickly lets go. “Sorry.” He frowns. “Oh, you want us both.” He laughs. “I forgot.” He takes my breast again, massages it. “It feels amazing.”

“Yes,” I agree.

Daddy runs his hand between them, to my stomach. Keeps going.

I’m shaking now, barely able to stand.

His hand reaches my pussy, rubs. “God you’re so fucking wet.”

I cum.

I collapse.

Daddy and Tommy stand over me, observing. This just makes it more intense.

“She finished quick,” Tommy says.

“Oh,” Dad says, and I hear a smile in his voice, I can’t focus on his face to see if it’s just in my mind, “she’s got much more in her.”

And he’s right. I must take after Mom.

They drag me to the shag rug in the center of the living room, still trembling with aftershocks and too much caffeine, then lay me down and spread my legs wide open. The shag rug tickles my pussy, and I whimper.

“Do you want our cocks?” Daddy asks.

“Yes Daddy,” I say.

Dad frowns, tilts his head. “Dad?”

My heart sinks. Oh no. No, don’t stop now.

Tommy slaps his shoulder. “You’re role-playing, remember?”

Dad’s frown deepens, then dissipates. “Oh, that’s right.”

I breathe again.

Tommy shakes his head. “I told you it was too much.”

“You did?”

Now Tommy frowns. “I think so.” They both look back at me.

“So, we’re role-playing?” Dad asks.

“Yes,” I say, looking up, my legs still spread wide for them.

“I have to be honest, and maybe it’s the mushrooms talking, but I’ve always thought your daughter was hot. Does that make me bad?”

I shake my head quickly. “No Daddy. She likes you too.” Hesitantly, self-consciously, I add, “And she is hot.”

He nods. “Sexy. I’ve thought about her once, last summer, you remember that skirt she came back in? The one she bought without permission?”

I know exactly what he’s talking about. It was actually a skirt Mom had bought for me, but that I had gotten Jess to alter. Make it much shorter. I’d worn only a tiny g-string under it. “I remember, Daddy.”

He bites his lip, looks around the room, at Tommy.

Tommy nods. “Go ahead. This is the kind of stuff mushrooms help share.”

Dad nods, looks back down at me. “That night, I dreamt about her. Dreamt she came into our room, and we had sex. When I woke up the next morning, I found I had a wet dream. A wet dream! At my age. Well, that got me so excited, that I got hard again and snuck out of bed and hopped in the shower while you were still sleeping, and jacked off. Thinking about her, the hint of the curve of her butt just below the hemline. The hint of the g-string she was wearing. I came while thinking of her screaming my name. Except, instead of my name, she was screaming, ‘Daddy’.”

I can’t respond. I’m so turned on that I can’t even form a coherent sentence.

Instead, I push myself up to a sitting position, then pull myself up his legs. At his crotch, I take his covered cock into my mouth, suck the fabric-covered thing, making myself wait, delaying gratification, to have what’s under it inside my mouth. Inside
me
. Flesh on flesh. Skin on skin.

He grabs the back of my head, takes a handful of hair. It stings, and feels wonderful.

Tommy kneels down beside me, runs one hand over Daddy’s stomach, while running the other over mine and kissing my neck.

My hands reach up, under the edges of Daddy’s briefs—I can’t wait—and take hold of his hard cock. I stroke it under, while continuing to suck over.

Tommy wasn’t lying about liking my tits, and is now focused solely on me, his head separating Daddy’s thighs and my chest, mouth on one tit while his hands knead my ass, spreading me.

Daddy moans with pleasure, and is breathing heavy. “Oh Emma,” he cries.

My name. Not hers. Daddy is saying my name.

Unable to control myself, unable to delay any longer, I do something I’ve wanted to for years, something so wrong and sexy that the mere thought of it has been enough to get me off before. I slide my hands further up, grip the fabric, and pull down, exposing his beautiful manhood. My daddy’s manhood, that will soon be mine.

He tightens his grip in my hair, looks down at me. “Do you like your father’s cock?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Then suck it. And do a good job or I’ll have to ground you. Maybe even spank you.”

I nod, and take him into my mouth. I’m tempted to not do a good job, to get punished and spanked. But I don’t want to disappoint him, I love him too much for that.

I try to please him, make him feel good with my hands and mouth.

I seem to be doing okay.

Tommy stops touching me and stands, whispers something to Dad, and, as I kneel there sucking Daddy’s cock I watch as he and Tommy kiss. Watch as Dad’s hand goes down between the other man’s legs, takes his hard manhood and strokes it.

The urge to grab it is strong, but I resist, and concentrate on my Daddy. Concentrate on doing a good job.

After a minute, he grunts, and I look up to see him baring his teeth. He pushes my head hard onto himself even as he is pushing himself into me, his cock going all the way to the back of my throat, and trying to bend down. Without warning, hot cum shoots into my mouth.

“Swallow,” he orders, through bared, clenched teeth.

But I’m so shocked, surprised, that before I can, I cough, and some comes out. I put a hand to my mouth, swallow what I managed to keep.

He kneels down to my level, wipes my chin. “I’m going to have to punish you now.” He brushes my hair behind my ear, looks up at Tommy. “You remember where the toys are?”

“How could I forget?” Tommy asks, and leaves the room. I hear him going up the stairs.

His words send a thrill through me. Knowing Daddy and Tommy have done things together. Images fill my mind of all the things they might have done, all the things I hope to get to see for real. Hot, sexy images. Images that make me want to be punished, to be used, to be treated like a little girl by my Daddy.

“Lay on your stomach and spread your legs,” Daddy orders.

I do, and await my punishment. Await my pleasure.

Daddy doesn’t allow me to look what Tyler has when he gets back, but they strap my left arm to my left leg, and right to right, with something that might be leather or might be plastic, so that my legs are bent up at the knees and I’m spread out, unable to get up, unable to defend myself, unable to stop them from doing whatever they want to me.

I feel a hand touch my pussy. I feel hot arousal at not knowing who it is. At not being able to do anything about it.

I hear what sounds like kissing, and risk a glance backward. Daddy and Tommy are making out, while they
both
stick their fingers in me, run them along my slit, my ass.

It makes me want to orgasm again, but I make myself wait.

Wait until Daddy takes me.

Their hands roam absently in and around my pussy for a while as they kiss, then they break, and look at me.

“Like to watch?” Daddy asks.

“Yes Daddy.”

He looks at Tommy. “Should we let her watch us?”

Tommy tilts his head. “Do what?”

Daddy glances back at me, then at Tyler. “I think I’m ready.”

“Really?” Tommy asks.

Dad nods.

“Are you sure? Is it—”

Dad shakes his head, puts a finger to Tommy’s lips. “It’s not the drugs. It’s you.” He points at me. “It’s my wife— eh, my daughter. I love you both. I want to share you both.”

They kiss again, and Tommy’s hand goes to Dad’s cock. I watch in amazement and excitement. As much as I want them to fuck me, I want to see them fuck too.

Tommy pulls back, still stroking my dad as he looks at me and says, “We should include her.”

They do.

I lie on my stomach, turning my head to watch as Tommy takes off Daddy’s shirt, then removes his own.

They’re both strong and lean, and I admire the divides between their muscles, their wide shoulders and muscular chests as Daddy runs a hand over Tommy’s.

Tommy didn’t come back with any toys, just the straps. But to be honest, I can have toys anytime.

Now, I’d rather have the real thing.

They turn their attention back to me, and Daddy straddles my legs, squeezing my bare ass hard and giving it a bite as he climbs on top of me, ripping the bindings from my ankles and bending my arms up behind my back and binding them, wrapping the strap around them so my tits press into the soft rug.

His hard cock is blatant now through his briefs.

Tommy gets a pillow from the couch. “Here, let’s get her cunt in the air.” Daddy stands a little, and Tommy places the pillow under my hips, lifting them.

Daddy spreads my legs wide—they part eagerly—readjusts himself, and gets between them.

“God she looks delicious,” Tommy says.

Daddy nods, and I bite my lip, delighted at the thought that he might put his mouth on my most private of places. Put his tongue inside me.

I have to close my eyes and press my face into the carpet to not orgasm again.

And then Daddy’s mouth is on my pussy, and Tommy’s cock is by my face, pressing against my lips.

“Open up, Suze.”

I open my eyes. Tommy’s cock is out, it and his balls thrust forward by the waistband of his briefs.

I turn my head so were I to open my mouth, he’d slide right in.

I lick my lips, my tongue brushing the tip of his cock.

“I’m Emma.” The admission thrills me, and I do open my mouth so his hot, blood-filled cock can press in. So I can taste him.

I suck it, yearning to use my bound arms. But I don’t dare ask, don’t dare interrupt pleasing him.

I look up at him as I blow him, and he looks down at me, our eyes locked.

After a while, they flick to Daddy, and Tommy pulls away, his cock coming out of my mouth.

I stare at it. It’s so hard and wet and veiny.

“Let’s switch,” he says to Daddy.

Daddy stops eating me out, and looks up. His eyes lock with mine and he absently runs his thumb over my slit, driving me wild. He nods, and they switch.

Except, not how I expected them to.

They untie my arms, and flip me over onto my back. My legs close, but Daddy pulls them open again. The two of them get between my parted thighs, Tommy lying on his side, one leg under mine, the other over it, his head over Daddy’s lap.

I move my foot so it’s touching Tommy’s hardness.

Instead of Tommy going down on me, he goes down on Daddy.

I gasp, my hand going to my pussy.

Daddy looks at me. “Touch yourself while you watch us,” he orders.

“Okay,” I say, and begin rubbing. Begin masturbating while my dad watches me, his hand gently on the back of Tommy’s head while it bobs up and down, the passion and compassion they feel for one another plainly evident.

So I watch as Tommy sucks my daddy’s cock, and I touch myself while I do.

I’m loud for them, and I keep my legs much wider than I would otherwise, to give Daddy a great view for visual stimulation while Tommy handles the physical part.

Soon, I cum again, my toes curling into Tommy’s cock, legs contracting, one pressing into his crotch, the other up against Dad’s side.

But I want more. When I can talk, I say, “Please Tommy, let me suck you while you suck my dad.”