Three Daughters, Three Rules part 3
By: PABLO DIABLO
Copyright 2019
CHAPTER 1
My three beautiful daughters all had their children. Well, my children, truth be told. All three of my daughters ended up getting pregnant by me. They had slept with me continually since they were in their early 20’s.
Ten years later, I found out that all three were pregnant. Pregnant by me. Each one had decided that they were stopping their birth control pills without telling me.
I love all my daughters.
That leads me to today. Jane is now 50, with one daughter who is 19. Jill, now 48 and has a daughter also 19. My baby Jesse 46 with twin daughters now 18.
As for Marsha, well I married her about 15 years ago. Sandra, her daughter who I also got pregnant ended up having three boys whom are all 18 now, with Sandra being 39.
Sandra and Marsha still work at the clinic as nurses. None of my 4 girls ever married. They all have had boyfriends, yet none ever seemed to be interested in getting married.
Sandra seemed to go through boyfriends like a pair of socks. Always changing them. She rode them hard, probably too hard as they would usually just stop calling or coming by.
Jane finished her RN degree and took a job at the clinic that Marsha and Sandra work at.
Jill, my thinker, became a college teacher. English literature is what she teaches.
My baby, Jesse, ended up being a secretary. Her boss keeps hitting on her. She ‘dated’ him for a short time only to find out he was still married. That ended that.
Jane, Jill, and Jesse all had relatively easy pregnancies. Sandra, on the other hand, had a very difficult pregnancy. Since she ended up with three boys, she grew enormous, putting on nearly 80 lbs. during the pregnancy.
As I came home one evening, I heard familiar noises in our upstairs bedrooms. I crept up the stairs. I saw that one of the bedroom doors was open just a bit. I snuck up and peered in.
I should have suspected, but I didn’t. Here was Jesse’s twin daughters riding two of Sandra’s sons’ hard cocks. They were really into it. Lots of moaning and prayers to the Almighty. I smiled, knowing that scolding them would certainly be hypocritical.
As I turned around to leave, Sandra caught me and smiled as she took my hand and dragged me into the master bedroom. She closed the door quietly. She pushed me back onto the bed. She grabbed my belt and began to unbuckle my work pants.
She slid them down to my ankles, pulling my boxers down as well. She flipped off my sneakers letting them fall to the floor.
She grasped my cock, stroking it, making it hard. Sandra was always the aggressive one. She would ride a guy hard, so hard that she even cracked a couple of ribs on two separate guys fucking them so hard. Neither one of them ever returned for a second helping of Sandra.
I used to love the hard fucking, but now being in my 60’s her hard aggressive style took its toll physically on me.
Since I was on my back, Sandra dropped her shorts for me to see that she went without any panties today. She put her hands on my chest as she positioned herself over my cock.
In one motion, she impaled herself on my manhood.
“Sandra, go easier on me. You almost broke my hip last time.” I said to her smiling.
“Yes, Daddy!” She replied.
I loved it when she began calling me Daddy. It made me feel like we had a special bond, well, we did as I fathered her three sons.
While she was on top of me, I asked, “Where’s your third son?”
“Out with Jane’s daughter. I think they started fucking about a week ago. Maybe it’s time to revisit your rules again.” Sandra said.
“Well, what’s happening with Jill’s daughter then?”
“I’m not sure. I think that she may be bisexual. I’ve seen her with one of my boys and then again with some skanky girl from time to time.” She said matter of fact.
“Daddy, may I ask a big favor of you?”
“Sure honey, what is the favor?”
“Will you and Mom train me?” She asks.
“Train you? Like run a train on you?” I ask.
Chuckling she replies, “No. Not run a train on me, although that sounds like fun. No, I mean train me, to be a submissive. I find myself watching lots of porn on my computer and I have found myself watching the BDSM movies and getting all horny. But I don’t trust anyone, but you and Mom to do this. Heck, I’m not even sure I can do this. However, I do want to try it, if you and Mom are willing. I have not had the nerve to ask Mom yet.”
“Darling, I would be honored to do that. I will talk to your Mother tonight and see how she feels about it. Is that OK?”
This whole time, Sandra has been rocking back and forth on my cock. She is so wet. Her pussy is grasping my cock trying to milk everything out of it. She is riding me with a purpose, but much gentler than usual.
CHAPTER 2
My two granddaughters and my partner, Sandra, all came relatively at the same time. Sandra started things off with them right behind her.
“OH DADDY! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE!” She announced as I felt her velvety love hole milking my manhood for every drop as we hit our orgasmic peak together.
“SANDRA, I LOVE YOU!” I exclaimed as my body dumped its load into her wet, wanton pussy.
Through the walls, I could hear the orgasmic delight of two of my daughters reaching their crescendo.
“OH, OH, OH I’M CUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG” one of them exclaimed.
“THAT’S IT, RIGHT THERE…. OOOHHH YEEESSSSSS.” The other one vocalized.
As Sandra and I heard, both boys grunted as they dumped their orgasmic loads into their partners, my granddaughters.
“Daddy, I’m so happy that you and Mom married. May we talk about what I asked you earlier?” Sandra asked.
“Absolutely. Since you have something on your mind, why don’t you start.”
As I lay there next to her, she begins telling me that she basically watches the BDSM porn all the time. She tells me that her and her friend Daphne tried it a couple of weeks ago and it went horribly wrong. Daphne didn’t understand that being the Domme didn’t mean that she gets to be mean to her. She told me that Daphne just kept slapping her across the face, yelling into her ears lots of mean-spirited name calling, and finally tried to use a wine bottle to fuck her with. Sandra explained that nearly ended their friendship.
“Sandra, my darling, BDSM can certainly be exciting. It can enhance your sexual experience. However, you need to be absolutely trusting of the person, or persons who you are submitting to. I’m pretty sure that she will agree to your request. She loves you. I love you. Has she ever said no to anything you’ve asked of her?”
“Well….no…. not really. Several years before we met you, she was very hesitant about joining me and my boyfriend at the time in my first threesome. He really had a thing for older women, but Mom sensed that and didn’t want it to become a way for him to get past me to hookup with her. She played, but she made it clear to him that it was a one-time thing. He broke up with me about a week later.” Sandra told me.
“Let’s start with some things you should think about. First, you need a ‘safe’ word. If the whole thing becomes too much for you there needs to be a way your Mother and I know that we need to stop. Ok? Second, the three of us will discuss what about the lifestyle excites you and what doesn’t. This way, we stay in the areas that excite you and not in the areas that you experienced with Daphne. Third, and probably the most important…. this is between the three of us. This will not be something that you will share with your sisters or the kids. Understand? This is only for the three of us. Maybe…. just maybe somewhere down the road we will allow this to expand slowly, but not anytime soon. Can you live with all that?” I ask.
“Daddy, what if I can’t think of a word or I use the word during an orgasmic climax?” She asked.
“A long, long time ago, when I was married to my first wife, we played a bit in the lifestyle with another gal. This gal was a real Southern Belle, southern accent, big drawl, she just loved being a submissive slut. Her word was “Atlanta”. She was born there and there was no reason for her to say that word when she was cumming. Since it was her birth place, it was an easy word for her to remember. Get the idea?” I explain.
Just as I finish saying that, Marsha walks into the room.
“Hey, if it isn’t two of my favorite people.” She says.
“Come join us Mom.” Sandra says.
“Um, naked or with clothes on?”
“Naked, of course.” I say.
Marsha starts to disrobe.
“Mom, Daddy has something to ask you for me.”
As Marsha climbs into bed, I begin, “Darling, our daughter would like for you and me to train her.”
“You mean ‘run’ a train on her.” Marsha says trying to correct me.
“No, while that might be fun, no, she is asking us to teach her to be a submissive. She would like for you and me to be her Dom’s.” I explain.
“REALLY? Our most sexually aggressive daughter is wanting to be a submissive? Does she realize what that means?” Marsha asks shocked.
“Yes, we have spent the last hour after playing talking about it. I gave her somethings to think about, like a ‘safe’ word, that all three of us will discuss what she interests her and what doesn’t, and most importantly: that it stays just between the three of us. None of the other girls or the kids know or will participate until way, way into the future.” I explain to Marsha.
Sandra leans down and begins sucking on my cock as Marsha begins playing with Sandra’s wet, cum filled pussy.
“Damn, you two played an hour ago? She is still filled with your cum. Shit, didn’t we just play last night, and you filled me up not once, not twice, but three times and still you had this much more for her today.” Marsha said with a big smile on her face.
As Sandra was really working on my manhood, I found it more difficult to keep up with the conversation.
“Fuck, she’s good.” I say
Marsha leaned down and said into Sandra’s ear, “How about I use my big toy on your pussy as you suck Daddy off?”
“MMMMMMM” She says.
Marsha leans off the bed, opening the top drawer of her night stand to retrieve her favorite large purple cock shaped dildo. The one that I bought her a couple of years ago. The one that supposedly was molded after the porn-star Ron Jeremy. She licked the whole thing coating it with her saliva before she parted Sandra’s pussy lips and began gently thrusting the phallic weapon into her.
“OH, GAWD MOM, THAT FEELS WONDERFUL.” She says as she stopped sucking my cock for a moment.
Sandra goes back to sucking my rock-hard cock, licking around the head, up and down the shaft, even taking each ball into her mouth swirling it around with her tongue.
Marsha pushed the purple beast completely into her daughter. In and out I watched the latex invader penetrate Sandra’s wet pussy. I could see her wetness coating the dildo as it was pushed into her pussy repeatedly. Marsha pulled the dildo out of Sandra and held it to my lips for me to lick all her juices off it, which I happily did.
She thrust the purple avenger into her with a lot more force than she did before. This caused Sandra to hit an orgasmic peak. “FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK” was all she all she could vocalize as her body went into orgasmic convulsions.
As we laid there all sated, Marsha began chatting with Sandra about how this whole submission want came into being.
“I don’t really know, Mom. I’ve always been the dominate one, but at times I just feel so alone. I look at my life and all the guys that I’ve been with and the only ones that are still in my life is my family. I see old boyfriends, whom I thought were enjoying me being the dominate one, now with women who are meek and submissive. I don’t like being alone. Can’t anyone see that?” She says in a very frustrated voice.
I reach over and begin stroking her hair. She settles into my chest with a soft purr. “That feels nice Daddy,” she says.
I add, how about we go to the porn store tonight. We’ll get you a collar. When you’re being a submissive, you will wear the collar and you will have a submissive name. When the collar is not on, you’ll be the Sandra we know and love,” I suggest to her.
She thinks about it for a moment and says, “Well, c’mon let’s get up and get going. I want a collar,” She says now all excited.
I get a rolled eye look from Marsha. She knows that when Sandra wants something, it always had to be ‘right then’.
Sandra had left the room to go shower and put clothes on. Marsha had other ideas.
She pushed me on my back and summoned Jesse into the room as she was walking by freshly fucked by one of Sandra’s boys.
“Yeah, Mom?”
“C’mon in here. Your Dad and I would like to play with you for a short while. Care to join us?” Marsha asked.
Jesse walked over to the bed and climbed on moving Marsha over a bit so she could get between my legs. Without any hesitation, she began engulfing my cock with her satiny lips. I felt the tip of my cock make it past her gag reflex and into her throat. The tightness in her throat made it feel wonderful.
Marsha moved around behind Jesse and began licking the cum out of her very wet, squishy pussy. I heard and felt Jesse moan as her mother sucked Sandra son’s cum out of her womanhood.
It really didn’t take all that long for me to reach an orgasm. I shot rope after rope into Jesse’s waiting and accepting mouth. As I finished shooting my contents into Jesse, she exclaimed, “Oh, Daddy. You always taste so wonderful,” smiling the whole time she says that.
Now it was Jesse’s turn to orgasm. She announced loudly that she was cumming so hard. Her mother licked and sucked getting all of it into her mouth and swallowing it. As Jesse, began to return to her senses, I asked Marsha to join me in the bathroom to shower off the sex smell from our bodies. She agrees.
As we are in the shower together, Sandra pokes her head in and asks, “Why aren’t you two done yet?”
Marsha responds, “Darling just go wait in the living room. Your dad and I will be finished soon. Hell, the store is open 24 hours a day!”
With that piece of information, I leaned my beautiful wife over and gently slipped my cock into her wet pussy.
“How does that feel, Darling?” I ask her.
“Wonderful!” She replies.
I begin my thrusting in and out of her. She is moaning and expelling her juices all down the front of my legs. I just keep thrusting into her.
After a few minutes, I know that Marsha is close to cumming as her breathing changed. She finally erupted with a ‘holy shit’ reference as the orgasmic wave engulfed her body making it shake and spasm.
This crescendo of orgasmic bliss caused me to have an eruption of my own as I shot the contents of my balls into my beautiful wife.
As we finished, we showered off the sex and got out to dry ourselves.
We walked from the bathroom to our bedroom to dress, which we did in less than 5 minutes.
We went down the hallway to the living room to find Sandra sitting on the couch tapping her foot with her arms folded across her chest.
“Bout fucking time,” she barked.
“Honey, is this how a submissive is supposed to speak to their Masters?” Marsha asks rhetorically.
I just shake my head no.
“I’m sorry,” Sandra says looking down at the floor.
I put my index finger underneath her chin, raising it to look at me. I take her hand and help her to her feet. I lean in and kiss her, passionately. I whisper in her ear, “You are the most important person in this equation. I hope you understand that,” I say to her looking directly into her eyes before my lips meet her lips.
She kisses me hard. Clearly, she is out of her element and used to the ways of being the dominate one. Being submissive will take some change of thought and change of attitude.
“Let’s go get that collar for you,” I whisper in her ear.
I let her out of my embrace. She takes my hand and leads me to her car. I hold the door open for Marsha to get into the front passenger side. I get in the back seat. Clearly this disappoints Sandra.
To be funny, I reach over the seat and squeeze a boob of each lady in the front. They both giggle as they were expecting that move.
We head on down the road towards the porn store.
When we arrive, we see a stretch limo taking up many of the store’s few parking spaces. Sandra pulls the car all the way down to the end of the parking lot to find a suitable parking space.
We all get out and head inside.
We see a nicely dressed guy with four beautiful ladies with him at the back wall also looking at the submissive collars.
Marsha, Sandra, and I walk back there to inspect the options ourselves. It takes a couple of minutes, but I see one that is about two fingers in width and is a florescent pink color. I pull it down and ask what they think. Sandra didn’t seem all that excited about it.
I held the collar for the other man and his bevy of beautiful women to give his opinion.
The small petite one gave a half smirk saying, “It’s alright, but nothing special. Isn’t this supposed to be a special gift?” She was spot-on with that remark.
I introduced my two ladies and myself. The gentleman introduced himself as David Greene and the ladies with him were Dakota, the one who spoke to me. Jill his wife. Jennifer, his real estate person, and Tina Jill’s assistant.
I asked whom the collar would be for. He replied that it was for someone back at the house. He reached up and picked a shiny copper colored collar that was about two fingers in width.
He showed it to the ladies all of whom agreed that it was the right one.
I asked if I might borrow the young lady Dakota since she seemed to know her stuff regarding this as we had never really gone very far into this before.
Dakota asked a couple of question about the person who would be wearing it. Sandra answered all the questions without hesitation.
Dakota reached to the bottom of the wall picking a collar that had a bulldog on the collar.
Sandra loved it immediately. Marsha and I thanked Dakota for her assistance. She smiled and headed up front to join her group.
I held the collar and without attaching it, I put it around Sandra’s neck just to ensure it would fit.
As we went to the counter, Sandra was so excited she could hardly contain herself.
I paid for the collar.
As we got to the car, I mused that we need a new set of three rules, now just for Sandra.
On the way home, the three of us discussed what would be the new rules.
First, this is only for the three of us, until Marsha and I deem it to change.
Second, this is completely consensual and is not meant to harm or degrade in any way.
Third, when you say your safe word, all play will stop for the night and we will discuss the situation.
Everyone agreed that those were fair rules and easily followed.
Yes, I love my wife and my daughter Sandra. I hope she can make this enjoyable for herself. Marsha and I will watch closely as we don’t want to harm her in any way, just allow her the opportunity to explore her fantasy.
Three daughters, three granddaughters, three grandsons, and now a submissive.
WOW! Has life changed?
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