Kitty, Part 5: Meet the Parents

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j1e7ft/kitty_part_1_the_perfect_wife_ageplay_roleplay/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j1i2c5/kitty_part_2_the_glory_hole/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j1u275/kitty_part_3_the_real_thing_at_last/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j2j96k/kitty_part_4_a_family_affair/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

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Grant Rose had been my friend since I started college. Together we’d been the star students of the English department. Afterwards I’d become a writer and he a professor at our slam mater. We also had a uniting interest in fucking. Not each other… usually, but women. My high school girlfriend Regina was two years behind me and I was a young and dumb kid so I cheated like crazy. When Regina started at the school, her roommate Portia Campbell led her down a similar path of infidelity. Eventually after the very-true rumors about Regina blowing my mentor Professor Klein in his office got back to me, we had a talk. I knew that I was supposed to mad but instead I was turned on. We fucked so loud the neighbors called the cops on us. Soon Grant, Portia, Regina, and I became something of an inseparable foursome. Not just sexually. Regina and Portia got pregnant around the same time. My daughter Amira and Grant’s daughter Katrina were born two weeks apart. When she was still in daycare, Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans so they started called her Kitty and the nickname stuck. Amira and Kitty has grown up the best of friends. Like sisters. And after they turned 18 they got closer than sisters. Lovers. Kitty had a voracious sexual appetite and awakened in Amira a nymphomania not dissimilar to her mother’s. Soon, through a glory hole mix-up, I had become Amira’s first male sexual partner. Then Kitty became like a living sex toy for my wife and I. Then she helped bring my sexual relationship with Amira out of the anonymity of the glory hole and got my wife involved too. It had been an eventful couple of days.

And now we were having the Roses over for dinner. It promised to be an eventful night. Regina and I often lamented we weren’t as close to them as we once were. We still saw each other enough, with our girls being so close and all. But being a Professor occupied a lot of Grant’s time. Even after the girls were born we still swapped a lot of first but as the years went on the occasions got further apart. Grant was constantly surrounded by eager college girls and to paraphrase a favorite movie of mine we kept getting older and they stayed the same age. Portia likewise had a local empire of commercial property management. I don’t even pretend to understand the demands of her job, I make stuff up for a living. But she does meet a lot of young up-and-coming small business owners and she often likes to get them up and cumming.

When we had invited the Roses for dinner, they had eagerly accepted. They said they had a lot to talk about with us. That was an understatement. The dinner had actually been Kitty’s idea. She had decided she was moving in with us. She had a grand idea of never wearing clothes in the house and not having her own room so she would only sleep with whoever wanted her that night. While the idea turned me on I thought it sounded a tad impractical (and unnecessary as we had a guest bedroom that could just as easily be her permanent one). Being 18, she didn’t need her parents’ permission but she did want their blessing. I had no idea if they would have given it. Grant had definitely fucked freshmen college girls were basically Kitty’s age but it’s different when it’s your daughter… well, unless you’re me I guess. I wasn’t sure if the sexual liberation of the Rose family would extend to their little girl becoming another family’s fuck toy.

The doorbell rang. Regina answered the door wearing a low cut dress that showed off her breasts. She had had them done a few years earlier when their sagging made her self-conscious. They weren’t real but they were spectacular. Now between that and the body she maintained daily at the gym she had as much confidence and she ever did.

“Regina Reyes. How do you still look the same as when we shared a dorm room?”

“I told you, Filipinas don’t age!”

“Right and redheads don’t have souls.” Portia Rose’s fiery red hair was her most striking feature along with pale skin that made her resemble a marble statue of some lusty ancient goddess. At 37, there was no mistaking her for the college student I had initially met but she was still a knockout. As she walked in I was trying to figure out how long it had been since I had her. I was mortified that it was over a year.

Grant came in afterwards. “Brendan you sonuvabitch, how are you?” We shook hands. He still had a firm grasp.

“Doing great, Grant. Still corrupting the minds of the youth?”

“And several of the nicer bodies, I don’t mind telling you.”

We made our way to the dining room for dinner.

***

“The lamb was absolutely delicious.”

Grant raised his glass, “To Regina! A goddess in the kitchen and a demon in the bedroom!”

We all toasted. I think the wine was starting to get to Grant. That might have been a good thing. I got ready to start explaining, but Portia began talking before I could.

“We came here with a bit of agenda.”

“Oh?”

“Well, Katrina is 18 now, so we’ll be empty nesters soon and we’re not ready to stop being parents. We’re still in our 30s. We’ve decided to have another child.”

“Portia, that’s wonderful!” Regina seemed genuinely excited for her.

“We started trying eight months ago.” Grant finished his glass of wine and poured himself another.

“Yes we saw a doctor. I am still fertile but Grant can’t impregnate anyone.”

“Which means there were a couple dozen co-eds I didn’t have to use a condom with after all.”

“Anyway the conversation about who should father this child was absurdly short. Brendan Reyes is the obvious solution.

I was speechless.

“Given our history I figured the old-fashioned method of insemination is preferable to artificial, don’t you agree?”

“Preferable” was short-selling it. Portia Rose was my second longest-term sexual partner and the second-best lay of my college years (behind Regina). She. Was also the first girl I met who just LOVED anal and talked Regina into trying it, so I owed her big for that alone. Though I guess if she wanted to get pregnant, anal was off the table.

I looked at Regina. “What do you think?”

“I think we haven’t fucked our best friends in far too long. And if we can bring them this kind of joy in their life, why the hell wouldn’t we?” Regina got up and walked over to Portia and bent over to kiss her on the lips. To put her ass directly in Grant’s face. Grant didn’t need a written invitation. He hiked up Regina skirt to see she wasn’t wearing underwear, as per usual. He started licking her ass like it was ice cream. It was as if Regina was suspended between two tongues, Portia’s in her mouth and Grant’s moving into her asshole.

I stood up and took my clothes off. We hadn’t even started talking about the Kitty situation. But I figured it would go down easier (no pun intended) if I helped put a baby in Portia. I walked over to the the women. Portia scooted her chair back and grabbed me by my tumescent prick. She started to suck it and Regina joined her. The most experienced cocksuckers I know we’re sharing my cock and it brought me back to those college nights when this sort of thing happened several times a week.

Regina took a break and said to Portia, “if we keep this up, I hope you can get pregnant from swallowing.”

Portia looked up at me. “As fun as this is she’s right. You have a different target to hit.” She stood up.

“Is that dress expensive?” I asked.

“Act like it’s not,” said Portia, who knew me well after all these years,

I ripped her dress exposing her full natural milky white breasts. I kept tearing until the dress was completely open. Portia’s fiery red bush stood out brilliantly against her skin. Portia didn’t think women over 30 should shave. Regina loved her bald pussy (which Grant had inserted fingers into while continue to tongue her asshole). My personal thoughts was a woman should do whatever the fuck she felt like doing, I like it all. I moved to go down on her but she put her hand against my forehead to stop me.

“Tongues don’t make babies, Brendan.” The woman knew what she wanted. She shed the remains of her now-ruined dress (which I suspected WAS actually quite expensive) and kissed me on the lips. “Now put that monster of yours inside me and a fuck a baby into me.”

I lifted her leg and entered her. God I had missed her cunt. It felt like going back to a place you used to see all the time and once you go back it’s like you never left. Regina once told me about Portia that Grant won her heart but I owned her pussy. I suspected that this quote came from Portia herself but out of respect for Grant I never asked her. I thrust deeper into her. Her moans indicated that she too had missed these encounters. I slammed her against the wall. She lifted her other leg and wrapped both legs around me, pulling me deeper into her.

“FUCK ME HARDER WITH YOUR GOD DICK!” Portia’s dirty talk wasn’t always eloquent but it was always very ego-boosting.

I looked over at Grant and Regina and his tongue was no longer in her ass, his cock was. Regina locked eyes with me. She fucked other men all the time, sometimes several in one day but it had been a couple months since she’d taken someone’s dick right in front of me. Here I was having sex with one of the most beautiful women in town but my mind was on the fox I married.

I started fucking Portia even harder, grabbing her ass. I pulled her away from the wall carrying her as she bounced on my prick.

“Fuck me against the ground you fucking stallion!” Good timing, as I don’t know if I still have the back for stand-up woman’s-legs-around-me sex.

I pinned her to the ground and started jackhammering. Portia screamed in ecstasy. Now my mind was back on her and I was ready to give her what she wanted. I pushed in deep as I could go and let my seed fill her.

“Give me every… last… drop!”

I obliged.

I looked over at Grant and Regina. Grant was fucker her ass quickly now. He pulled out, spun her around and unloaded on her face.

I pulled out and stood up. She hugged her knees to her chest. I had heard that helps conception. Of course I heard that in the movie The Big Lebowski so I don’t know that it was medically accurate. But that’s just like me opinion, man.

As Regina sucked the last bit of cum out of Grant’s dick, he said “You know we really should get together like this more often.”

And then, as my wife sucked my best friend’s softening member, Grant’s 18-year-old daughter Kitty walked in the room. Bare ass naked.

This was not part of the plan. Rather, it was not part of MY plan. I later learned Kitty always intended to do this and what came next.

“Hello, Daddy.” I had to remind myself she wasn’t talking to me.

“Kitten, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m moving in with the Reyes family.”

“What?”

“I’m in love.”

“With Amira?”

“I knew it.” Portia said from the floor.

“With Amira. With Regina. With Brendan. I’m in love with all of them and with everything they do to me. I want to live with them and give my body and soul to them to use whenever they want.”

Grant glared at me. “You son of a bitch.”

“When did you get a tattoo?” Portia inquired about the rose tattoo about an inch away from her dark pubic hair that contrasted with the blonde coif she’’d have for almost a decade.

“When I turned 18.”

Grant repeated “You son of a BITCH.”

“Grant, you fuck girls Kitty’s age all the time,” Regina reasoned,

“Brendan you’re a fucking pervert and you don’t even know it.”

“What does that even mean?” It was a weird thing to say.

“He means,” Portia added, “that when we said Grant couldn’t father children, we didn’t mean he lost the ability to father children. He never could.”

“I never got my sperm tested because we had a daughter already.”

“Wait so…”

“Given when Katrina was born, you’re the only possible father Brendan.”

Holy shit.

“Wait…” Kitty said. “So you really ARE my Daddy?”

“God dammit, Katrina. I raised you, I AM your father.”

“But he’s my Daddy.” Kitty smiled.

“Well Daddy,” Amira entered the room every bit as naked as Kitty. “You certainly have a type.”

Grant was lost. “What the fuck does THAT mean?”

Regina shrugged. “We’ve recently become a VERY close family.”

Grant was fuming. Portia seemed to be taking this very well.

“Twenty-one years of friendship, Brendan. Gone now. I hope you’re fucking happy.”

“Mr. Rose,” Amira interjected. “I had an idea about that. I think you’ll be fine with it.”

“What could POSSIBLY make this ok?”

“My butt.”

That got his attention.

“What?”

“My butt. And you in it.”

“I… I don’t-“

“I would do anything for Kitty. From the way you just rammed my mother in the ass I know you like it. And if you’re mad at Daddy for fucking your little girl in the ass, why not fuck HIS little girl in the ass? And the best part of it for you? Daddy’s never had my ass. No one has. You’d be the first. Before him.”

Ouch. That kind of hurt. But also turned me on.

I wasn’t the only one. Grant’s dick was still out and it had gotten rock hard. He was almost as long as me, but not as thick. I never thought about it but Grant apparently had a lot of pent-up resentment. It made sense. I fucked his wife before he even met her. I became a successful author while he only taught college kids about other people’s books (including one of mine). Now it turns out his daughter was actually mine, in every sense. Beating me to something I badly wanted might just be the ego boost he needed.

“Brendan watches.” Grant said.

“Ok.” I said. It wasn’t the punishment he seemed to think it was. My daughter had taken other cocks besides mine (12 in total at a glory hole near her school) but I had never witnessed it. My mouth watered at the thought.

I sat down in a chair. Kitty came and sat on the floor in front of me. Regina decided Portia’s face was the most enticing place and had a seat there. Portia had been eating out Regina for almost twenty years and might have been even better at it than me. Amira got on all fours facing us, her virgin ass pointed at Grant. We all had front row seats to the show. Amira’s eyes locked with mine.

“Mr. Rose, from now until you’re done… should I just call you Daddy?”

“Yes, Princess, I’d like that very much.” Grant had actually given the suggestion for Amira’s name. I had always known “Reyes” meant “kings” in Spanish, but Grant clued me in that “Brendan” meant “king” in Welsh. And since “Regina” meant “queen” in Latin, it only made sense to name our daughter “princess.” He told us Arabic had the prettiest word for it: amira. He had given us the perfect name for daughter back when she was still in the womb. Now he was going to ram seven inches of dick up her virgin ass.

“Do it, Daddy. Fuck my ass!”

Grant obliged. He pushed the tip of his penis into Amira’s sphincter. Her eyes stayed locked with mine.

“That’s my girl, sweetheart,” Regina encouraged as Portia’s tongue flickered on her clit.

Grant took his time pushing the rest of his cock in, making Amira feel every inch. She moaned that pain/pleasure kian that she got from her mother. I fully engorged. Kitty, seeing my pleasure as her duty, got up and sat in my lap, guiding my dick into that sweet cunt of hers. She leaned back into me so I could still clearly see the main attraction.

Grant gained speed, pumping Amira who moaned “oh Daddy, yes Daddy.” She had said it was for him but I knew it was for me. It got be so hot I felt like I’d burst in Kitty any moment. Finishing prematurely has never been a problem for me but god damn I was so into this. I noticed that just as Amira’s eyes were locked on mine, Grant was staring straight at Kitty. Had we opened up new possibilities in his mind? They weren’t biologically related anyway, and I was a living testament to shared DNA not being an obstacle. Hell, i’d fucked both my daughters before I even knew I had a second daughter. Suddenly a lifetime of casual sexual encounters had me wondering if there were others. Did I have to worry every 18-year-old was potentially mine? Or since I’d broken that law of nature twice over did it even matter anymore? I could hold it any longer and came in Kitty.

Grant was attacking Amira’s ass now and pulling her hair. Kitty stood up.

“Daddy, wait.” Grant stopped thrusting and looked at his daughter. “Finish in me.”

“What?”

“Revenge fucking Amira’s ass might help you but I think what really bothers you is you think Mr. Reyes is taking me away from you. So I want you to have me in a way you never did before. And his cum and your cum can mix inside be and you’ll both know that you’ll always be my Daddies no matter where I am or who I’m fucking. You’ll never lose me, Daddy. You’ll just be sharing me.” She lay down on the couch and spread her legs.

“That’s beautiful, Kitty.” She the screamed as she climaxed. Then afterwards added “You raised a good girl, Portia.”

Grant climbed on top of Kitty.

Kitty smiled, “don’t you want your Kitten’s pussy?”

Grant started fucking her like he’d wanted to forever (had he?). It didn’t last very long. He had been close to orgasm inside Amira’s asshole so he lasted a little over a minute in Kitty’s cunt before her dream of my and his sperm commingling inside her. (God damn I was glad she was on birth control. I didn’t want to have an even more confusing time in 18 years with her sister/daughter.)

Grant kissed his daughter on the lips. I knew firsthand the emotions he must be feeling and I was happy for my friend.

Grant and Portia left a little later. Portia confidently walked to the car in the nude and presumably remained so the whole drive home.

I was home with three beautiful women who were dedicated to sharing sexual adventures with me (and plenty of others). We decided to try out Kitty’s “no clothes in the house” idea for a little while. And while in a lot of ways our story was just beginning, “happily ever after” seemed like a very appropriate phrase.

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Author’s note. The story’s done but I’m thinking of a lot more stories in this world featuring, to varying degrees, these characters. They’ll have different titles but I’ll parenthetically label them as “Kittyverse” stories.

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