Mistaken Identity (A Taboo First Time MMF Menage)

by White, Janey

  “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.

  Chapter 6

  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.

  Chapter 7

  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.”

  He stops and looks at me, then up at my dad.

  Dad runs a hand through the other man’s hair. “Let me go down on you?”

  Tommy nods, grabs Daddy’s cock and points it toward me. “Come have a taste.”

  Chapter 8

  We move up to the couch.

  Daddy sits on it while Tommy straddles him, his cock aligned with Daddy’s head. I’m on my knees between Daddy’s legs, about to have his cock in my mouth. I use my left hand to touch myself. It’s another way to delay gratification, since I’m not as coordinated with my left as I am with my right.

  “Are you ready?” Tommy asks.

  “Very.”

  At that, I grab Daddy’s erection, and take it into my mouth. I try to look up, watch Daddy sucking Tommy’s cock, but it’s hard.

  The glimpses I catch are enough for me though, and soon I cum yet again. I try to keep it quiet, I don’t want to interrupt them. I just keep sucking Daddy, though I have to let go of his cock as my hands involuntarily form claws.

  When it passes, I feel even hornier, and get bold.

  I stop sucking Daddy, squeeze up between their bodies, and suck one of Tommy’s balls into my mouth.

  “Jesus,” he moans.

  Daddy doesn’t stop sucking.

  Neither do I.

  We continue like this for only a minute or so, until Tommy pulls back, his cock coming out of Daddy’s mouth as I watch with fascination. “I’m going to cum,” he says.

  Daddy looks at me. “I don’t mind.”

  I smile, then look up at Tommy. “Cum on us,” I say, and take his cock and start jerking it.

  He does, and I aim it first at my lips, then at Daddy’s. When he then grabs the back of my head and pulls our lips together, I orgasm again as our cum-slick tongues dance and Tommy’s deflating orgasm presses at the corner of our mouths.

  Tommy gets on the floor and pushes me and Daddy down so I’m on top of him. Then he grabs my ass, and gets to work.

  He eats me out while Daddy and I kiss, Daddy’s hands on my ass spreading me wide for his boyfriend, and soon I feel Daddy’s hard cock pressing into my pussy, and realize it’s Tommy who’s guiding it. He’s licking us both, as he presses my Daddy into me.

  Flesh on flesh, I think again.

  Then Daddy is inside me, and Tommy’s mouth doesn’t go away.

  Daddy fucks me like this for a while, then flips me over and onto my back. “Spread your legs wide,” he orders.

  I obey, looking up at him and Tommy. They kiss again, then Dad says, “Suck on her clit while I fuck her.”

  Tommy does, getting on one side so Daddy can stay between my legs.

  Daddy goes slow, so as not to disturb Tommy, but he goes deep. All the way in on each stroke, and all the way out, his head re-penetrating me each time. I’m insane with pleasure, and the only thought going through my mind is that I want his cum in me and all over me at the same time.

  “Fuck me Daddy!” I scream.

  Tommy sucks harder, placing a hand over my pelvis and locking it in place. Daddy fucks me harder. But Tommy’s latched on good, and so each pounding into my pussy just makes the skin over my clit get pulled in all directions by the suction Tommy’s mouth creates.

  Daddy is grunting and breathing heavy, and I stare up at him, his sweaty, muscular chest. Then I look down, watch Tommy suck me, get on my elbows so I can see Daddy entering and exiting my pussy.

  Daddy sucks on one of his fingers, and it comes away glistening, then reaches down between my legs, and wiggles a finger between my butt cheeks. I realize what he’s doing and discover I want it badly. “Finger my ass, Daddy,”

  “I will.” And he does. His finger slides up into my ass as his cock slides in and out, and Tommy’s mouth keeps my clit sucked into it.

  “I’m gonna cum Daddy!”

  “Wait for me.”

  He thrusts harder, staying in me the whole time, stopping at the end of each stroke and pressing hard into me.

  Then his free hand reaches over Tommy’s head and grabs one of my little tits and squeezes it hard. “Cum.”

  I obey, and as soon as I do I feel Daddy cum inside me. I fall back, try to reach down and press Tommy’s head away, but someone pins my arms, and I’m forced to lie there and endure, as orgasm after orgasm washes through me.

  At some point, Daddy pulls out and comes up beside me, putting his mouth to mine. I can’t kiss back, can’t even close my lips. Tommy won’t stop, and I think I might pass out.

  But just when it’s starting to be too too much, Tommy stops, and sticks two fingers inside me and presses hard.

  It feels good, and I relax, start breathing again. Through my nose since I find Daddy is still kissing me.

  I kiss him back.

  Tommy keeps his fingers inside me, but moves up to my other side. They kiss over me, then the three of us kiss together.

  I laugh. It’s funny to be kissing more than one pair of lips.

  Then Daddy pulls me into him, enveloping me with his long, strong arms, my butt tight against his crotch, a perfect fit with his semi-hard cock between my thighs.

  Tommy presses up against my front, and I lift my thigh a little so he can put his cock next to Daddy’s. He kisses my lips while Dad
dy kisses my neck, and soon we fall asleep, naked and happy.

  I hope you enjoyed this story, and that it got you as turned on as it got me.

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  Excerpt from Training Her

  I look at my daddy. “You can’t cum until we allow it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Daddy.”

  “Say it.”

  “I won’t cum until you tell me.”

  Dad slaps the top of my tit, making it sting, then takes it into his mouth as his hands roam over my body.

  My dad’s and brothers’ hands and mouths on me, it’s really hard to obey and not orgasm. I try to, while still focusing on the moment, the feeling of all three of them, sucking and licking and touching, giving me so much pleasure. It seems worth the pain, more than worth it. And the pain is its own kind of pleasure.

  Adam slowly inserts a finger inside me and strokes me like he’s gesturing for me to come to him. And I worry I’ll cum for him.

  Hands roam over my body. Kyle moves up to my face, kisses everywhere but my open mouth.

  His tongue grazes my lips, and I want his on mine. “Please kiss me.”

  “Good girl,” he says, and does.

  Someone is squeezing my ass, I don’t know who. Adam’s mouth is still on me, but now it’s moved down over my slit, and his tongue is inside me as his hands brace against my inner thighs, keeping them wide open. What I think is Dad’s hand rubs my clit. I can’t be sure. And I don’t care. As long as they don’t stop. As long as they keep touching me.

  My brothers draw away simultaneously, their lips parting from mine.

  Dad pulls me up on the table, making my back arch as my head goes between my elbows, so that it hangs upside down off one side, my legs the other. “Would you like to learn how to suck a cock?”

  “Yes, teach me.”

  He strokes my face. “Such a good student.”