I had to interrupt her, “Did you cop a feel too?”
Pearl hesitated, blushed, then whispered her secret, “I made sure Charlotte didn’t see.” She took a breath then continued, “He went back to Maggie, lifted her off the floor, then when she was sitting on his hips, his buddy pulled her panties to the side, then aimed his friend so he could shove his big black bone into her.”
“The white guy tried to get Teri back up but she damn near slapped him silly so he caught Angela’s hand then in less than a minute, he was fucking her. That was the end for me, I went and hauled Charlotte out before the blow jobs started.”
“What about her friends?”
“Their mothers were there, they weren’t my problem, but the one girl, the one I didn’t know, her mother was Angela. That girl sat there and watched her mother get screwed in the middle of a crowd. And she’s fucking married!”
I feigned ignorance, “Who is fucking married, the daughter?”
Pearl barked a short cynical laugh, “Fuck you.” She finished her drink, turned to me to pull down the zipper at the back of her dress then said, “I’m going to bed.”
I sat in the front room and thought about my wife’s tale. A bachelorette party turned orgy and my daughter was in attendance. I should have been shocked and outraged, but after what Charlotte and I had done, I wasn’t. I found it ironic that the girl got her second lesson in sex with her mother. I gave Pearl enough time to freshen up and get to bed then went to join her. On the way past the kids’ rooms, I checked on them. The boys were soundly out so I went to Charlotte’s door. I eased it open and saw her seated at her desk, laptop open; she was naked except for the earphones over her ears. She didn’t see or hear me as I came up behind her. On the monitor of her computer, I saw a sizable erection sliding in and out of a hot young woman while Charlotte had a hand under the desk. My daughter was watching fuck porn while using her dildo between widespread legs. I put a hand on her shoulder which made her jump, startled. She twisted her head up to look at me, afraid, but the tension faded quickly from her eyes as she looked at me solemnly. I didn’t say anything but retreated; I could feel her watching as I left her room.
I’m not sure how much later it was, but I was asleep when I sensed a presence in the room. I opened my eyes and saw a pale shadow standing next to the bed. Charlotte was looking down on me, she was wearing an oversize t-shirt that came halfway down her thighs. Before I could wake up completely, she reached for my hand then pulled it to her; she stepped her legs apart then tugged my middle finger straight and put it on her, at the top of her slit. She started rolling her hips, stroking her pussy on my finger. I came fully awake and my prick exploded to X-rated as she used my hand as a sex toy. Charlotte was heating up rapidly, her pussy began to seep so I bent my finger and pressed it to her, she was hot and wet, it slipped in easily. After a few moments of sliding on my hand she gripped my wrist harder then froze in place and began to vibrate, a long silent sigh escaped her open mouth. When she stopped shivering, she dropped my arm then left as quietly as she came. As soon as my daughter was gone, I rolled to Pearl to screw her, my erection was thudding, aching for a woman. Her back was to me so I slipped it between her legs and tried to push into her. Pearl roused from her alcohol-induced sleep just enough to protest the attempted invasion, she moved away and murmured, “Not tonight.”
I was on my back, fondling myself, almost masturbating, wondering if I should rape my wife when a more sinister idea formed. I got out of bed then pulled off my nightclothes. With my erection leading the way through the dark house, I went to Charlotte’s bedroom. I eased open the door and looked in, she was propped against her pillows with her laptop glowing in the dark, I saw on the monitor some girl lying on her back with a man lying face down on her pussy, my daughter was watching oral sex.
Charlotte looked up still, unmoving, her eyes scanned up and down my body; I was naked, hard, and my intentions were obvious. Her eyes met mine then slid again to observe my inflamed manhood; she didn’t shrink from me. My daughter looked back to my eyes, her eyebrows lifted slightly in understanding and she moved from the center of the bed, making room. I pushed the lid of the computer closed, pulled the blanket off the girl then got onto the bed. I pulled Charlotte to her back then moved to lie between her legs, she felt tense at first, but in a few moments began to relax as her smile grew. I fell to my stomach between her legs and put my mouth over the rich-tasting lips of her sex. I licked her, I lapped her, then I began to eat the fresh young pussy; my cock was drilling a hole in her mattress as her hips began to flex. She put her hands on my head as her legs started quivering, I French kissed her slit then concentrated on her clit which had extended from its hooded nest. It took less than two minutes for me to bring Charlotte to an orgasm, she was trying to be quiet so all I heard was the rush of air through her open mouth.
I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath then I lifted, moved up, then put my prick against the folds of her pussy; she was slick, I was flowing pre-cum, so with no effort, no resistance, I pressed into Charlotte while she stared between us. She watched my erection slide into her then her eyes drifted to my face, she took a deep breath then held it as I pulled halfway out, hesitated, then dipped back in. Her eyes bonded with mine; she smiled encouragement, then her lips slowly, shamelessly, formed the silent words, ‘Fuck me’, then the gap between her legs increased. I began to fuck my daughter.
Charlotte didn’t move while l screwed her. I humped and hunched over her for maybe five minutes then all hell broke loose. When I started convulsing, filling my girl with cum, she lifted her arms, put them around me, and pulled me tight, I was in her firm embrace while I rolled my ass, pumping her full with surges of lust. When my balls were satisfied, I pushed up, kissed her briefly on the lips then left her bed. Neither she nor I made a sound the entire time. I spent the rest of the night hating myself for what I did with my child; but I was also congratulating myself because, for the first time since I started having sex, I nailed a virgin; okay, technically she wasn’t a virgin, but you know what I mean.
The next morning, I was afraid of seeing Charlotte, but the girl acted as if nothing had happened, she was her normal self and related to me as she always did. She must have seen my nervousness because shortly before she left the house, she came to me and said with quiet affection and a kiss on the cheek, “It’s okay dad, it’s another secret we can keep.” Nothing more was said and over the next few days, fucking away my daughter’s purity became a fun memory, not a depraved act.
The next Monday was a day off for school, Grading Day I think it’s called. The kids didn’t have to go to school. Pearl left for work, but as I was getting ready, I was overwhelmed with the idea of being alone with Charlotte again. With a thudding heart I called in and told my boss I needed the day off. I went to check on the boys, they were fast asleep and I knew that they would stay that way until hunger forced them out of bed around noon. I went to my bathroom and made ready to visit my daughter.