Curiosity

There is no way this is real. This has to be some sick joke, and they have to be playing with you. This is so deranged that you quickly find yourself believing it was set up all the way from the phone call. You don't want to go through the experience of being the guy they both point at and say got you, so you sit back and relax to see how far they are going to take this joke.

You feel the bed shake a little as her father rolls on top of Amy, and you silence chuckle as you think, 'The asshole when to bed with his pants on, and I didn't hear him take them off, so he got to have them still on.'

You feel your bed rock slightly for the first time, and you have to fight hard not to laugh when your mind pictures his jean-covered hips pushing into Amy pink silk, sleeping gown-covered legs. You are amazed that they would go this far to prank you, but everyone has their own thing. It's not like you haven't gone the extra mile to prank someone in the past.

Amy voice softly comes across your ears, saying, "Daddy, please slow down; if you are going like this, I won't be able to stay quiet." If you weren't entirely convinced that this is one big sick joke before that did it for you, because Greg is barely moving the bed once every other second, and when you are about to cum you go nearly six times faster, and she doesn't make a sound if she isn't already cumming before you start.

Greg 's voice echoes as it meets hers. "Don't hold back, honey."

Amy whimpers, "I don't want him to see me, not like this." You laugh as you think, 'Yeah, you don't want me to say you're faking it.' As her dad counters her logic, "So you want to fuck your daddy next to him again?"

You can feel her eyes drilling into your back as time slowly ticks by before she says, "No."

Greg chuckles. "Then let yourself lose like I know you can." You feel the bed shake upwards, and you quickly glance over your shoulder to see Greg kissing her neck with them both covered from the waist down by the blanket as Amy stretches her neck on and moans, "Oh fuck. yeah, daddy."

You turn your head back to face away and bite your tongue at how fake that moan sounded. You have heard her moan so many times before, and that was nowhere near it.

Amy moans again, "So deep, so deep, oh fuck daddy, so deep." By now, they got extra aggressive in their 'fake bounces,' causing your head actually to bounce off the bed with each 'fake' thrust.

Greg Dad moans back, "Go ahead, let loose, Honey; I know you got more in you. Don't worry; that idiot is not going to wake up. The way he is sleeping, he won't even wake up if someone breaks in. Another reason to not marry him."

You know he's just trying to get under your skin, so you ignore him, not to mention everything you had to keep from bouncing to face them without making a movement that they would notice. By now, they had to know you were awake because no one could sleep in a bed that was moving as much as you are now. You had sex with Amy a decent amount of times on this bed, and it has never moved half as much as it is now. They must really be putting a lot of effort into trying to make it obvious what they're pretending to do, but you are not going about to give them the satisfaction of turning so they can say they tricked you.

Amy screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm coming... I'M COMING!" that couldn't be more fake to you as she never screamed before during sex. And Greg pleasure groum also sounded fake.

The motionless movement of the bed was a stark contrast to the rapid movement that was happening just before as Greg hovered over his daughter for 10 seconds with both of them breathing deeply until Greg spoke up," Well Honey, that was great. But it looks like that worthless guy didn't wake up, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow night again."

You hear Amy whimper, "Yeah, dad, I'll see you tomorrow," as her father walks out of the room. Finally, you are able to drift to sleep with the thought that 'you seem better acting in C-grade movies.'

You are awaken to the pleasant aroma of bacon and eggs cocking on your stovetop. Intrigued, you quickly get dressed and walk out to see Greg cooking over your stove.

Greg "I hope you don't mind, but I got up early and went out and bought some stuff for breakfast. Since her mother left, I become really good at breakfast."

Now that you're in on the prank, you feel much more at ease around him, so you smile and say, "I am not a man to ever turn down a well-cooked meal."

Greg laughs, "That's good to hear," before serving up three plates.

All three of you sit down and start eating while slipping in small talk between bites. A small talk that is cap by Greg asking, "So John, you grew up here, what's to do in this area."

You feel empowered as, for the first time ever, Greg seems to be defaulting to your authority. "Well, this is a small town, so we have the standard shops and a movie theater, but what we are really known for is our park."

Amy reaches out and touches her father's hand, causing him to look her way as she says, "Yeah, Dad, you have to see it; it's beautiful."

Greg slaps his knee. "Well, I'll be if my daughter says it's beautiful, then I have to see it. So why don't we go right after breakfast?" To your surprise, the imposing man quickly got up and started doing the dishes, and when you offered to help, he just waved you off, saying it was his duty as a guest of your house.

Within the hour, you walk into the town's well-manicured park.

Greg "Well, I'll be, you're right John. You do have a nice part."

You laugh. "You haven't seen anything yet. Follow me to that back." You walk him through the park and to the park overlooking a few of the pristine valleys.

Greg slaps you back. "Well, boy, I should already know this since you picked my daughter, but you really know what is beautiful, don't you? A man hasn't lived until he saw a sight like this at least once." There is a pause as the warm breeze blows between the three of you before he continues, "You know what? I think this place is worthy of being the place where my princess gets married."

Amy quickly hugs her father as she asks, "You mean that, Daddy?"

Greg smiles at her. "Of course I do! That settles it. When you get married, it will be here."

You have never seen Amy look more happy as she looks over at you from her father's embrace.

Afterwards the three of you grap a quick bite to eat before helding back home and settling down to watch the start of a college football game. You have never been much of a college football fan, and you never thought Amy was either, but the way Greg got passionately into every play made it fun for you and her. Before you knew it, you were ordering pizza and wings before the start of the second game, And not long after that, it was 10:30 at night, and you were wishing each other a good night after watching your fourth game of the day, the feature game of the day.

Once again, you couldn't sleep, not because of the excitement of the last-second pick-six that sealed the in over time that you just watched, but instead, you were curious to see if Amy and Greg would continue their attempt at pranking you. And if they did, you were interested to see how far they would go. This time, you brought your phone to bed and conveniently placed it on your nightstand, so it acted like a poor-quality mirror. All you could see in the glass of your phone were rough mono-colored shapes, but that was all you needed to notice your future father-in-law slip quietly through the door of your bedroom. He was so confident that you wouldn't notice his ruse that he didn't even pretend to make the movements required to undress before slipping into bed next to Amy and whispering, "Honey, it's time."

Amy "really, but he just fell asleep."

Greg "All that means is it more likely he will wake up and see us so we can be done with this."

In the phone, you see her face turn towards you for a moment before giving the fakest "fine" you have ever heard before lifting the blanket up so her father can roll on top of her.

For the wedding, you actually are considering giving her an acting lesson because third graders do better acting than she has done the last two nights.

However Greg gives a much better performance as a perverted demanding dad as he says "no. Not that way tonight. Tonight we fuck like dogs."

Amy faces turns yours as she gives another fake preference. "But he will...'

Greg cuts her off. "You should want him to unless you want this to continue."

Amy whimpers, "Yeah, but not like that."

Greg confident voice carries across the room, "No, kiddo, we are doing it like this. Any man that marries you should first know this is your favorite position."

Once again, bullshit. If he is going to lie, it should be a believable one, at least, because you know that She only ever wants to do missionary. But you aren't giving much time to dwell on it as you watch the flame of the man quickly grab those hips and flip over onto all fours.

Before Amy could protest or say anything at all, Greg quickly got behind her and pushed his hips into her, driving her face into the pillow and causing the pillow to rock aggressively. In the dark, you can't see the state of Amy silk nightgown, but you can only assume Greg was skilled enough to flip her ass while keeping the end of it below her ass because what man what want to thrust his hips into his naked 21-year-old daughter, even if his hips where is cover in clothes.

From his angle, he can apply much more **** down onto Amy than he did yesterday, causing the bed to rock even more. Amy responded to that increased **** by sounding like a whore in a porno, and we all know they are all fake... right!?! "Oh fuck daddy, daddy, I am already coming, Daddy, I'm coming!"

Greg groans, "Go ahead, ride that wave; I'll keep them coming all night."

Amy screamed, "I second one ALREADY FUCK DADDY!"

Greg "I told you I'll keep them coming, so why don't you tell that sleeping man why you like doggy so much?" when she didn't answer right away, Greg pushed her so that her head was a few inches from your shoulder. Only then Did she answer, “I like it so much because you get so deep.”

Greg Monking asks, “And?”

Amy “And you play with my butt while doing it.” that was complete bullshit; she was so self-conscious about her butt that she wouldn't let you eat her out just because you might glimpse while you were down there. Despite knowing it was a lie, you found yourself turned on by the idea of tucking her from behind while staring at her fantastic ass and making her sound like she was right now. It was like watching your favorite porn; we all know it is fake and that they are probably not enjoying it that much, if at all, but dam wouldn't we want to be that guy in the porn fucking the beautiful woman hard doggy style.

You quickly found yourself stroking your cock as you imagined yourself really fucking Amy doggy style. The only your mental picture would work is if you stroked yourself at the pace of their factual thrust.

Just after one minute of keeping off with their fictional base, you found yourself already stragglers breathing and wanting to cum. It didn't matter that you were breathing deeply as they were making so much noise covering it up, but still, you refused to let yourself cum because it would ruin your fantasy. No, you had to cum when Greg fictionally came in order for this to work.

After six minutes, it began to hurt, but you still did not cum. Finally, after nine minutes of this Greg groaned, “Oh fuck honey, I am cum deep inside your tight pussy.”

You came so hard that you didn't even wait till Greg was out of the bed to pass out.

Over the next few months, while the three of you plan Amy and your wedding, you began to look forward to Greg’s occasional trips to your places because he would always come up with some new and random way to have fake sex with her that she would never actually agree to while you pretended to be asleep, which allowed you to pretend to be actually to do that way with her.

You even began to look forward to your wedding, not because it would be the first time ever Amy would let you in her raw. Although it will be a special moment, it would still be a boring missionary. No, you were more excited because, at the rate which this pranic was going, you knew Greg would try something that might too.”

Right about how Greg comes in after they Amy and you have had sex, and talks to her about how they have been tricking you into eating male birth control pills so Greg could be the real father of her child. It was the only way he would agree to let you be married when you haven't watched them fuck.

“Daddy, are you sure about this? I mean, sex is one thing, but this seems a little ****.”

Greg “Honey, we have talked about this. You talked me into agreeing to let you marry each other even though he hasn’t awakened and seen us fuck, under the stipulation he won't have a child with you until he does. And since you want a child now, it has to be with me.”

It's an odd roll play, but they have been trying to catch you in the pranic for over a year now and still haven't, so you guess they are getting ****, not sure this will work.

Right about how she begs him to breed her while he fucks her doggy style.

Her father’s first trip to your house after the baby was born

It has been move two months since you got to picture yourself having some crazy sex with Amy, and you were really excited for tonight, but it was already 3 am, almost 2 hours past the latest the latest Greg had sunk in, and the desire finally breaks you so you gently tap Amy “honey isn't your dad coming?”

Amy was so asleep that she instinctively answered, “No, we agree to wait a bit since the baby's name is sleeping in here.” then, all of a sudden, she woke up enough to realize what you asked. “Wait, you know!”

“Of course, I know; you know I am a light sleeper; there is no way I wouldn't wake up with as much noise and movement you were making. I never told you because I didn't want to make you think you won by making me think it was real.”

Amy looks at you nervously “honey none of it was a lie.”

John “ok games up, I get it I'm sick for wanting to picture myself doing those things to you, I know it all a panic, so you can drop it.”

Amy “It was no pranic., here look at this,” She reaches into her nightstand and pulls out a DNA test for Bady's name, adding, “Dad made me get it to prove he got what he wanted.”

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Child: Heather mother: Amy

John; 0 percent likely father

Greg: 100 percent likely father

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You laugh. “Really, you went as far as printing a fake paternity test to convince me this all was real.”

Amy “What do I have to do to make you understand it was real…. Wait, follow me.”

She quickly pulls you out onto the living room, where she awakes her father up by pulling his pants down, and then she jumps up on the sofa and straddles his hard cock.” I am sorry honey but this is the only way to show you it all was real.” she lifts her nightgown showing you her clean shaven pussy “look I am not wearing anything underneath right?”

You are amazed she would go this far to pranic you, so you laugh, “Yep, I see, honey.”

You watch as she slowly lowers herself down knowing full where she will stop long before they ever make contact.

Six inches, no stopping, but she will.

5 inches, ok, she should at least be slowing down a little…right?!?

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4 inches, any moment, she will show signs of slowing down

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3 inches. Ok, maybe she will stop on a dine

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Two inches, she will stop… right???

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1 inch. SHE IS GOING TO STOP… RIGHT???

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Then it happen, you have an up close and personal view of his cock head splitting her womanly lips and slipping inside.