https://www.literotica.com/s/getting-even-or-getting-off It was past midnight, encroaching on Saturday morning, as I stood before the sink in the upstairs bathroom. My condom covered cock was in my fist, and I was beating my meat with an intensity that seemed rather forced given the circumstances. 2 "Come on Kyle. You got this buddy," I whispered to myself, squeezing my eyes shut tight as I tried thinking of anything other than the reason behind my awkward masturbation. 3 A rattle of the door handle startled me just before I heard Jessica's voice. "How's it going in there, Big Guy?" she called through the door. 4 "Jesus, Jess. You just set me back like five minutes," I cursed her. "You'll know when I'm done. You'll be able to smell the shame from down the hall." I muttered that last from under my breath. 5 "I just wanted to let you know that your sister's all ready for you, Stud," she said, not even trying to suppress her giggles. 6 "You don't want me to cum at all do you?" I asked to no one, because Jessica's footfalls were already fading back down the hall. "Like ever." I sighed as I got back to the task at hand, as it were. 7 I should probably back this up for you, and tell you why I'm jerking off into a condom, or why my sister's best friend Jessica was encouraging me, or even what my sister had to do with this whole fucked up situation. Well for that, I'll have to take you back to last year, and reluctantly share with you the single most humiliating experience of my life... 8 It was April 1st, a day of innocent jokes and harmless pranks. It was also my sister Ashely's birthday. Ever since she discovered that her birthday was April Fool's Day, she had taken more pleasure in pulling pranks than she did in receiving gifts. Being two years younger, and behind the curve when it came to her devious mind, I inevitably became the butt of many of her pranks. 9 Ashely wasn't above the classics, like saran wrap on the toilet, or blue Kool-Aid powder in the shower head, but for April 1st, she liked to pull out all the stops and try something special, and usually convoluted. The worst part of her convoluted ideas, they usually went off flawlessly, to my own personal discomfort. 10 Last years' experience was some of her best work yet, to my misfortune. I had woken up in a heightened state of paranoia, anticipating something from her. I took each step with great care, analyzing everything I saw as I moved throughout the house. I spent most of the day on edge, waiting for some sort of tripwire, or a bucket of hot tar to fall on me before I was beaten with a feather pillow. Every moment that I delayed the inevitable, the more paranoid I became. 11 The only time I felt truly safe was when I was mowing the lawn later that afternoon. Whether it was for my own safety, or hers, she never risked a prank on someone who was operating heavy machinery, or something that could be potentially dangerous. At least she had that boundary. 12 I had worked up quite the sweat, and after hydrating, I went to go clean the dust and itchy grass fragments from my skin. Still on edge, I took the time to make sure she hadn't put some sort of dye in the shower head, and then snagged a brand-new unopened bottle of shampoo from under the sink just to be safe. 13 Despite the freezing water, I found myself getting hard, and I decided to indulge myself. I was only human, and I was finding myself more aroused by the second. I was well into my stroking when I heard something from deep in the house. A moment later I heard it again, and I had to shut off the water to hear it more clearly. 14 "AHHHHH!" a blood curdling scream filled my ears, and every other thought left my mind as I hopped from the shower. 15 Rushing for the door, I grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around myself as I rushed into the hall and towards the terrifying sounds coming from the living room. Halfway down the hall I lost my footing, and my feet slipped out from underneath me. In the tumult, I lost my towel as I slid down the hall feet first with my dick pointing up like a fleshy periscope. 16 As I skidded past the kitchen and into the living room, it dawned on me that I had once again let myself become another one of Ashley's punchlines. Trying to cover myself with my hands, I slid all the way into the living room to stop right on the rug between Ashley and all her friends as they pointed and laughed. 17 It's kind of hard to pick your dignity up off the floor when you're using both hands to try and cover the world's most painful erection. To their great amusement, I climbed to my feet, slipping as I tried to catch my footing on the tiled floor that was inexplicably covered in baby oil. Adding insult to injury, all her friends stood outside of my bedroom door for the next hour, taunting me, jeering me to jerk my cock. It turned out, that the refreshing Iced Tea I drank was filled with a few tablets of vitamin V...for Viagra. 18 That should explain sufficiently how much I dreaded April Fool's Day. This year, as the day came closer and closer, I felt that dread rising inside of me once again, anticipating something exceptionally cruel. Our parents were out of town, celebrating their 20th anniversary, and everything seemed too quiet, too calm. From personal experience, it was the kind of calm that foreshadowed disaster for me. That is how I found myself at the mall a few days ago, stocking up on emergency provisions. 19 I know what you're thinking, She's your sister, not a natural disaster. Well, you'd be wrong. She's both. Despite her cute, wholesome exterior with those big doe eyes and long blonde hair with sweeping bangs that made her appear so innocent to our parents, she was a tornado on two long legs, intent on plowing through my life, leaving it ruined like the remnants of an upturned trailer park. 20 Where were we, again? Ah, that's right, I was at the mall two days ago, preparing for the coming April Fool's day... 21 I had just finished most of my shopping and stopped at the food court for a bite to eat before heading back home when I spotted someone coming over. She was beautiful; long brown hair that had a way of shining, a killer body, and these perfect pouty lips that always made me imagine kissing them whenever I saw them. She was one of the last people I wanted to see. 22 "What are you doing here?" Jessica asked, sounding surprised to see me as she slid into the seat across from me. 23 "Getting a new phone case," I lied. 24 "A phone case?" she mused, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers as she leaned over slightly to glance into the top of one of my bags. "I didn't know that Games Galore sold phone cases. It looks to me like you're planning on shutting yourself in for the big day." she said knowingly. "What's the plan? You gonna lock the door and play video games all day and eat junk food?" she asked. 25 "Of course not," I lied again. 26 "You know Ash will just smoke you out if she has to," she said, ignoring my protests. 27 "We'll see," I said. "What about you? What are you doing here? I thought you would be in class right now with the birthday girl herself." 28 "My dad thinks I need a job if I'm not taking enough classes to be considered a full-time student," she said, reaching forward to pluck a fry from my tray. 29 "You, working at the mall?" I scoffed. There was no way she would stoop so low. Her parents were loaded. 30 "Oh, God no," she laughed. "I'm just pretending to look for a job. That should be enough for daddy...at least until he forgets that he told me to get a job." 31 "It must be so hard being you," I mused, barely veiling my mild condescension. 32 "It is, but I manage," she mused, catching the slight tone in my voice but ignoring it. She knew she had it good. "Have you ever tried getting her back?" she asked curiously. "She's always screwing with you, have you never thought to give her a taste of her own medicine?" 33 "I don't think that's a good idea," I said. "You know Ash, she can get vindictive. The last time I pulled even a small prank on her, she made my life miserable for months before things died down again. In her eyes, only she is allowed to prank people. God help the hopeless soul who tries to get one over on her." 34 "Not even after what she did to you last year?" Jessica asked, disbelieving. "You're not really going to let that go, are you? You've gotta be planning something special for her this year." Jessica pried. 35 "No. I don't have anything planned. I replied, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Jessica had been one of the people there to witness my naked misadventure. 36 It's not like I'm ugly or deformed. I have nothing to be embarrassed about in the looks department. I work out and keep myself in great shape. The embarrassing part is that to all of my sister's gorgeous friends, I'm just a punchline, a walking joke that Ashley parades around for them when they want a good laugh. 37 "And if I was going to do something to Ashley, do you really think I would be telling her best friend?" I asked. 38 "Don't be like that," she persisted. "Do you think you're the only one that she does that shit to? Two years ago, we were shopping for clothes, and she grabbed all of my shit and bolted. I was left in the dressing room in only a pair of socks. I didn't even have my undies. I was stuck there until I finally shouted for someone to help me. This fifty-year-old guy came and found me, and he had to bring me some clothes, and I had to buy them just so I didn't have to walk home naked." 39 "That sounds kind of bad," I said, listening to her story. 40 "So, what do you say we team up this year?" she mused. "I bet you we could get her so good." 41 "What would we even do?" I asked, not believing that we could come up with anything that Ashely wouldn't see coming a mile away. 42 "Well, your parents are out of town until Monday, and I'm having this party on Friday night," she mused, her plan slowly beginning to unfold. 43 It took several hours, and a few more baskets of French fries before a plan began to take on a solid shape, and as great of a prank as it sounded, I wasn't feeling very comfortable with the part I would be playing. 44 "Don't be a pussy," Jessica scolded. 45 "But it's my sister!" I exclaimed. 46 "It's not like you're actually going to fuck her," she explained. "We're just going to make her think that you guys had sex. After you let her stew for a bit, you throw out the ole' April Fools, and it's done. No one's going to think that you actually had sex with her." 47 "Still, you're messed up in the head. You know that, right?" I asked. Her plan was perverse, way beyond anything a sane person might conceive. 48 "Hey, do you want to get her back, or not?" Jessica asked. "If you're fine with always being her doormat, that's all up to you. I can easily come up with my own prank." 49 "Fine," I conceded grudgingly. "But this better go off like you said it would." 50 "Yes!" she exclaimed, a huge smile sweeping over her face. "Don't worry Kyle, I know what I'm doing. Now, let's go over this again. We'll be at my party, and I'll make sure she gets drunk enough to where she blacks out. With your sister, it's easier than it sounds. After that, I'll get her to your place, and we'll set the stage for her morning after," she said, ticking off her mental bullet points. "After she wakes up and freaks out, she'll call me, and I'll fill in the blanks for her," she laughed. 51 "How do you know she'll call?" I asked. "You keep saying that it's the pacing, the rapid assault of events and information that'll keep her wound up in this prank, but you're putting a lot of faith in what you think she will do." 52 "I know Ash," Jessica said knowingly. "I've known her since before you could walk. Something like that happens and she'll call me," she assured me. "Now quit interrupting. Okay, so after that..." 53 Her plan was nearly as convoluted as one of Ashely's. Based on what I'd been hearing, I only gave it a potential success rate of fifty percent. Still, here I was, trying my damnedest to dump a load of my jizz into a condom, at Jessica's instruction, just to add to the realism when Ashely woke next to me in the morning. Finally grunting, I felt myself flooding the condom, leaving me feeling gooey and ashamed. 54 I carefully peeled off the condom, taking great care not to spill any, and pulled up my boxers. Shutting off the bathroom light, I headed back down the hall to my bedroom. Jessica had been insistent that we used my room. "If she wakes up with you in her bed, she's gonna think you crawled into bed with her," she had said. "We want her to think that she crawled into bed with you. Trust me." 55 Trust her? It was strange putting any trust in her at all. Traditionally, she and my sister had always been thick as thieves. Hell, Jessica had been present for each and every humiliation I had endured at my sister's hands. The only reason I continued with Jessica's bat shit crazy plan was that I knew my sister could have nothing to do with this. I had already analyzed it from every single angle, and I couldn't see any beneficial outcome for Ashley based on the events that we were fabricating. 56 Slowly easing open my bedroom door, I found Jessica arranging our clothing around on the floor, trying to create a strategic chaos. She insisted on the realism. It had to look like we had undressed ourselves in a hurry. Jessica paused for a moment before picking up a white thong from the floor and hooking it on one of the knobs on my dresser. 57 "Is she..." I began, shocked as my gaze moved from Jessica, to my sleeping sister snuggled up under my covers. "Is she naked under there?" 58 Ashely was lying on her stomach, and my thick grey comforter was thrown over her, leaving her upper back and shoulders conspicuously bare. Her blonde hair was tousled, already looking as if she'd experienced the wild night Jessica was simulating for her. 59 "Of course, she's naked," Jessica scoffed quietly. "Who has drunken sex and then goes rooting around to get dressed before they pass out?" Then noticing the spent condom in my hand, "Is that it?" 60 "Um...yeah," I said as she snatched it from my hand. I couldn't stop staring at my sister in my bed. She was naked underneath there, and I was going to have to crawl in there with her. 61 "How does that look?" she asked, stepping back. 62 Our clothes were scattered across the room in quite a believable fashion. Jessica had even taken the time to scatter some of the contents of my dresser top, making it appear as if one of Ashely's heels had landed there violently. The pièce de résistance was the used condom hanging over the edge of my waste bin, a small bit of semen pooling out onto a Green Day CD case on the floor. 63 "Looks real enough to me," I said nervously. 64 "Only one more piece left," she smiled at me mischievously. "Time to strip, Lover Boy!" 65 "Can't I just keep my boxers on?" I asked hopefully, already knowing what she would say. 66 "If she's naked, you've gotta be naked too. It's all about realism. Besides, we want her reeling from the moment she wakes up. The last thing you want is for her to see through her hangover and realize what day it is," she said. "So, pants off." 67 The way she smiled as she waited seemed like she was enjoying this part a little too much. Embarrassed, I got under the covers, keeping as far to the edge away from my sister as possible, and slipped off my boxers underneath the covers. As I tossed them out, Jessica had a cheeky, knowing grin, as if she knew that I had purposely cheated her out of the look that she wanted of me naked. 68 "Well, it looks like my job here is done," she said, looking around. "I'll lock the front door on my way out. Don't forget to call me after the initial fallout." 69 "I know my part," I assured her as I tried to adjust myself on my side of the bed. There wasn't very much room for the both of us and being naked only made things that much more awkward. 70 "Have a good night!" she smiled wickedly as she left, closing my bedroom door as she went. 71 My strained ears could hear the tell-tale groans from our house as Jessica made her way down the stairs and out the front door. As much as I tried to find sleep though, I couldn't. Even in the pitch darkness, I could still see Ashley lying naked next to me in my mind's eye. Try as I might to push that image from my head, I could feel her body heat radiating onto me beneath the covers, forcing the thought of her back to the forefront of my mind. 72 Biting back a frustrated sigh, I eased myself from bed and carefully made my way to my closet in the dark. Despite the knowledge that my sister was seriously down for the count, and hearing Jessica talking so confidently as Ashely lay passed out, I tried my damnedest to keep silent as I reached behind one of the boxes on the floor to pull out a hidden bottle of lemon flavored vodka. It was a parting gift from a friend's house party over a month ago. I quickly unscrewed the cap and took a long drink. Covering my mouth, I coughed and sputtered as it burned my throat. Steeling myself, I took another long drink and replaced the bottle before returning to my bed. 73 Using my hands in front of me as a guide, I felt my way to the edge of the bed, and slipped back under the covers just as I began to feel the alcohol pull me down into a nice warm place that made everything feel fuzzy inside. Adjusting the covers over me, I felt the warm skin of my sister against my side, and after hesitating for a moment, I turned away from her and lay on my stomach, as far from her as I could while still staying in the bed. 74 ***Ashley*** 75 Light pierced my eyelids like torturous blades, forcing me awake to realize my agony. My skull felt like it might split open at any moment. Desperate to fall back asleep and forget the pain, I pulled the covers over my head and shut out the light. 76 Just as I moved, so too did the mattress I was on. I held still, thinking for a moment that the room had begun to spin. When it shifted again, I realized that It was not a bed I was sleeping on, but someone's well-muscled back. 77 "Shit!" I groaned, realizing that I'd done it again. I had to quit waking up like this. Every time I would drink too much, I ended up in bed with someone, and I couldn't even remember it. The most embarrassing part, besides being that girl, was not being able to remember the names of the guys I would wake up next to. I'm going to kill you, Jessica, I thought. 78 "Hey," I said in a cracking morning voice. "Hey guy...man. It's time for you to go home now." Giving him a nudge, I raised my voice. "Listen dude, I know it was really awesome last night, but it's time for you to go now." 79 "Five more minutes," the slumbering mass of naked muscles mumbled. 80 "I'm not kidding...dude." I said, still not recalling his name. "You've gotta go before my brother wakes up. If he tells our parents that I had another guy over, they'll be pissed." 81 "I said five more minutes, Ash!" he mumbled louder. 82 As soon as he said my name, I froze. I knew that voice. My head was still ringing like church bells as I leaned closer, over his body to get a better look at his face. As soon as his profile came into view, I couldn't prevent the scream coming from my mouth as I leapt away from him. 83 As I flew backwards, my scream finally pulled Kyle from his sleep, and he sat bolt upright. I barely missed the edge of the bed and slipped off, making a loud thump as my bare bottom hit the floor. My brother's eyes met mine, and naked and panicking, I snatched the blanket from the bed and pulled it around my body. It might have been a mistake, Kyle was just as naked as I, and after a slight look of naked panic, he rolled off the other side of the bed, crouching there to hide himself. 84 Chapter 1.2 "What the hell, Ashely?" he shouted, only his head now visible over the mattress as he stared at me accusingly. "What are you doing in my room?" 86 "I'm not!" I began, before finally taking in my surroundings. I held a light grey blanket around my naked form, and there were old rock band posters decorating the walls, as well as a guitar on a stand in the corner. My clothes and underwear were all over his floor. My mouth moved wordlessly as I realized I was in his bedroom, and my heart stopped when my eyes caught his waste basket sitting next to me. Hanging carelessly off the rim was a used condom. 87 "No, no, no!" I began, shaking my head. "We didn't!" 88 "We didn't what?" Kyle asked, his eyes looking around. He seemed to take in the picture, and his eyes found mine again, hard and accusing. "Did you..." he began. "Did you? 89 "No, I didn't!" I explained. 90 "Did you sleep with me when I was wasted?" he accused. 91 I tried to tell him no, but my lips couldn't even form words any longer. Panicking, I jumped to my feet and ran. Pausing for only a moment, I opened the bedroom door, but as I dashed through, the blankets caught on something. My momentum ripped the decency from my body, leaving me standing bare in the hallway as my brother looked on. A strangled cry emanated from my throat, and I ran for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. My heart threatened to drum itself from my chest, and my hands trembled as I leaned back against the door, sliding down to sit naked on the cold tiles. 92 ***Kyle*** 93 As I knelt there on the floor next to my bed, my eyes still seemed glued to the empty space in the hallway outside my bedroom door. Her form was gone, but it felt as if the image of her body had been branded into my vision—her soft milky skin, her round breasts and hard nipples, her nice round ass, and the close-cropped hair above her sex. I tried to shake the image from my mind, but even so, I could still faintly recall how her body had felt draped across my back, our naked skin caressing each other, her silky soft warmth teasing my body. 94 "She's your sister," I mumbled angrily. What I was thinking was gross beyond belief, Ashely was my sister. All this was, was a joke. We didn't really sleep together, I had to remind myself. Getting to my feet, I closed my bedroom door, and grabbed my phone to call Jessica. 95 "How did it go, Lover Boy?" Jessica asked without preamble. "Was it everything you ever hoped it would be?" she asked dreamily. 96 "Cut it out. That's not even funny," I told her. "We just woke up, and so far, it's working. She's flipping the fuck out." 97 "I told you," Jessica said smugly. "Now all we need to do is wait for her to call me, and I'll give her the rest." 98 "Are you sure you shouldn't be the one to call her?" I asked. 99 "I'm sure," she replied. "Now, don't forget to make your exit. Avoidance is key right now. She's going to have to talk to someone, and it can't be you...not yet." 100 "Fine. I'll go get some coffee and something to eat." I replied. Jessica had gotten us both this far, I just had to trust her. Besides, even if it all fell apart right now, the look on Ash's face had already been worth it. 101 "Just remember, you're pissed. You didn't want to be fucked by your sister." Jessica reminded me. 102 "I would never want anything like that...ever," I said, overly defensive. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I felt myself blush. One stray thought and my mind was in tangles. That image of my sister standing there in the hallway flashed through my mind and was gone again. 103 "That's what I said," Jessica said awkwardly. "Whatever. Just get out of there. She's going to be calling me soon." 104 I hung up the phone and began searching through the discarded clothing on my floor, dressing quickly as I picked through Ash's clothing and mine. My eyes lingered on her white thong panties, still hanging from the knob of a dresser drawer, as I stomped into my boots and did up the laces. Tearing my eyes away, I rose to my feet and made a beeline for the front door, making sure to give it a good slam as I left. 105 ***Ashley*** 106 My mind was racing, trying to figure out how any of this could have happened. I couldn't even remember how I'd gotten home. I should have woken up at Jessica's house, safe and snug in the guest room, recovering from the party. For that matter, Jessica and I had made a pact to never let each other get so drunk again, not after the 4th of July incident. 107 I tensed as I heard the loud footfalls coming from Kyle's room, heading down the hall towards me. Oh God, I fucked my brother! The thought rippled through my mind once again. I could still see his face when I closed my eyes; his face and...other things. He had looked so hurt...and pissed, and why wouldn't he after what I'd done. 108 As his footsteps neared, my muscles tensed, as if waiting for a blow. His footfalls never stop though. They carried on past me, where I cowered in the bathroom, and continued down the stairs. After a moment of silence, I heard the sound of the front door slamming. The force of it was hard enough that I could feel the vibrations through the tiled floor. 109 Carefully, I climbed to my feet and cracked the door, listening to make sure that he was really gone. Through the silence I heard his truck starting, and then the sounds of his engine fading away as he truly left. With a pitiful sigh, I padded the rest of the way down the hall to my room to grab my phone. Not even wasting time putting on clothes, I sat on the edge of my bed naked, and called Jessica. 110 "Hey girl!" Jessica said cheerfully. 111 "What happened last night?" I cut in. As angry as I was at her, I was unable to keep an edge of fear from tainting my voice. 112 "Nothing," Jessica said, all too quickly. "It was a party...you know." 113 "Don't give me that shit," I said, feeling myself panicking again. "What the fuck happened? I woke up at home. How did I get here? And what happened to not letting me drink too much? We promised each other." 114 "You had a little too much to drink, so you got a ride back to your house to sleep it off." Jessica said carefully. "That's all. No harm, no foul." 115 I didn't know what it was in her voice, but I knew she was holding something back. "Jessica?" I said threateningly. "Who took me home?" 116 There was a pained pause before Jessica answered, "Your brother." 117 "What the hell was Kyle doing there?" I asked. Kyle had always tried to slip into our parties, and he knew that he wasn't welcome. No girl wants their brother hanging around when they're trying to have fun. 118 "He showed up around midnight," Jessica said. "I guess he had been out partying with his friends and took a detour before going home. What's with all these questions? Did...did something happen?" 119 "Did what happen?" I asked, feeling my chest tighten. 120 "I don't know...you seem kind of freaked out," she said. "You called me asking all of these questions. First you want to know how you got home, and about the party, and then your brother. You're kind of all over the place. I don't know- " 121 "Don't fuck with me!" I yelled. "What happened at the party!" 122 "Ash..." she said quietly. "You don't want to know. Just forget about it." 123 "Tell me, Jess," I pleaded. I was scared, but I had to know. I needed to know. 124 "You were making out with Kyle," she finally said after a long silence. 125 "No. No way!" I assured her. "That would never happen." 126 "I saw it," Jessica assured me. "You were both out by the pool house, and the lights were off, but I saw you. It was...heavy." 127 "No way!" I denied, my mind spinning, looking for some explanation. "Maybe it was someone else, or I didn't know that it was Kyle," I offered desperately. 128 "Hun..." Jessica said carefully. "You knew exactly who it was. You were calling him Kyle. You even called him...your brother." 129 "I don't believe you," I said. Try as hard as I could to avoid it, my mind conjured images of my brother and I kissing in the shadows, his hands on me, and our bodies pressed tightly together. "You're lying..." 130 "I have to tell you something," Jessica began. "Do you remember last 4th of July? You blacked out, and we made that pact to never get so wasted again?" 131 "Of course, I remember it. Well, I remember not remembering anyway," I said. "And we both blacked out." 132 "No hun, it was only you that blacked out. I remembered it," Jessica said. "I remember all of it." 133 4th of July. I had woken on a motel bed in a tangle of naked bodies. Jessica and I were in bed with a strange guy. Somehow, we had gotten ourselves into a threesome. It was the one and only time that either of us had ever done anything like that, and we realized that we needed to dial back our drinking from then on. 134 "We had sex with that guy," I said. "What about it?" 135 "You had sex with him," Jessica began. "We were all there, ready to get things going. We were all totally onboard for a three-way. Then, you two started kissing, and you called him Kyle- " 136 "His name could have been Kyle," I interjected defensively. 137 "His name was Todd. He told you that no less than ten times," Jessica said flatly. "And," she continued loudly, forestalling me from speaking, "you also moved to calling him your brother." 138 "No!" I gasped. 139 "He must have been into it, because he started calling you his sister," she continued, ignoring my denial. "I spent the whole night watching the two of you screw your brains out, pretending that he was your brother," Jessica finished. 140 I couldn't speak. My mind screamed no, but there had always been a cloud around what had happened over the 4th of July. I'd always had the impression that Jessica knew something, but she had insisted that she couldn't remember anything either. Todd, I guess that was his name, had left in quite the hurry when he woke up. Come to think of it, he had a very hard time meeting our eyes for someone who had supposedly just had a threesome with us only hours before. 141 "Why?" I finally asked. I didn't know if I wanted to know why she told me, or why I had done something like that. 142 "Because you're in love with Kyle," she said plainly. 143 "What?" I scoffed. "That's ridiculous! I'm totally not in love with my brother." 144 "You could have fooled me," Jessica said. "At least he's hot. Could you imagine if Kyle was a cringer?" 145 "Quit joking," I told her angrily. "This isn't funny." 146 "Come on," Jessica continued. "You've seen him at the beach...those muscles!" 147 "Jessica!" I shouted. 148 "Fine...fine," she relented. "So, what happened. Why the panicked call?" 149 Her question had taken all of the rage out of me. We had been beating around the topic for a while, but it had been some time since I had actually thought about the incident. A flash of memory came of me lying across my brothers bare back, my hard nipples digging into his skin, my pussy warm, and my lips damp with arousal. I knew that it was a lie. It hadn't been like that at all, but it seemed as if my mind wanted to change things. 150 Shaking away those thoughts, I took a deep breath. "I...uh. I woke up in bed with Kyle." I said hesitantly, uncomfortable that I was even telling Jessica something like this. 151 Jessica whistled loudly through the phone at my revelation. "That's...uh. That's...humm," she began. "Did you two have sex?" 152 "Pretty sure," I replied. "Our clothes were everywhere, we were naked...and there was a condom in the trash...used." 153 "That's not so bad," Jessica exclaimed. "You guys used protection!" 154 "Not cool," I said flatly. 155 "Too soon?" Jessica asked. 156 "Really too soon," I replied. "What am I supposed to do? When Kyle woke up and saw me, naked in his bed, he was pissed." 157 "Does he know that you guys fucked?" Jessica asked. 158 "Yeah. It was kind of hard to hide that one from him," I said. "And could you please not say fucked? I feel weird enough about this as it is without adding that connotation to what happened." 159 "How about made love with?" Jessica offered. 160 "We slept together," I countered. "Okay? Slept!" 161 "Fine, you slept together," she conceded. "As far as what you should do, I would make sure he doesn't tell anyone about what happened...If I were you at least." 162 "He's not that stupid," I said, before adding, "Is he? It's a law of society that guys cannot be victims, and either way, he still slept with his own sister. No one would want to tell people about that." 163 "It depends on how mad he is. He could say something before he even realizes what he is doing," Jessica mused. "And, if you really think he won't tell anyone...you told me, didn't you?" 164 "Shit!" I cursed. 165 "My advice, find a way to keep him quiet," she offered. "Hey, I gotta go. Someone is puking in the hot tub." 166 "Wait! Jessica?" I called into my phone. "How do I keep him quiet?" 167 She was already gone. I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment before realizing that I was still completely naked. Getting up, I grabbed my towel and went for a shower. I smelled like sweat, alcohol, and what I was sure must be underlying tones of sex. The water washed over me as I tried to process the events of the morning. 168 There was no denying it, I had fucked my own brother...or slept with rather. And after what Jessica had told me, it was most definitely my fault, if there had ever been any question of that in the first place. I still couldn't remember the events of that 4th of July night, but my mind seemed to be happily filling in the blanks for me. 169 I was riding that man's cock, in every position I could, even on all fours while he fucked me roughly and pulled my hair. All the time I moaned for my brother to fuck me harder. In a flash, that stranger's blurry outline was replaced with the crisp image of my brother, his cock slamming into me. 170 I felt an ache between my thighs, and I could swear there was more wetness there than could be blamed on the shower. I had a feeling that Jessica's assessment might have been right, I was in love with Kyle. At the least, I had a very unhealthy sexual attraction. Hell, I had gone out of my way to play jokes on him so I could see him naked, even dosing him with Viagra so I could see his hard cock. Just thinking about it sent another painful jolt through my loins, demanding my attention. Refusing to acquiesce, I turned the water all the way to cold, and braced myself as the chill washed over me, shocking me out of my disturbing arousal. I needed to get a grip on myself. 171 With my libido well and truly doused, I turned off the water and dried off. After a quick trek back to my room, I tried to decide what to wear. As Jessica had suggested, I was going to have to confront my brother about what had happened, sooner rather than later, and that meant actually standing in front of him. 172 I thought about a nice top and a skirt, something I would normally be wearing on a day like this, but looking myself over in the mirror, I saw how attractive I looked, and how it accentuated my body. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was seducing him or something. Besides, my attire was definitely not situation appropriate. Next, I tried on a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt, but I felt extremely homely. Nothing I had on was flattering in the least. It should have been acceptable for my purpose, but the part of me that realized I liked him couldn't let him see me looking like that. 173 "Shit." I sighed, almost a whimper, as I realized what I was doing. I was primping for my brother. 174 Picking out an outfit to wear while I talked to my brother about our accidental intercourse should have been a lot easier. 175 ***Kyle*** 176 I sat outside in my truck, just around the corner from our house. I'd already received the call from Jessica, letting me know that she had finished filling in Ashley with the events of last night. Everything was moving along smoothly. My sister had even called her like she'd predicted. After being fed the story we had prepared (of Ashley coming onto me by the pool house when we were both wasted), my sister was well and truly spiraling. 177 I checked my watch again. Jessica had told me to give Ashley some time before I got home to push our prank across the finish line. She had been alone for almost two hours now, but I figured I could give her another few minutes just to be safe. 178 I still couldn't believe how well this was going. Jessica had thought out every detail. As far as either of us knew, my sister still had no idea what was going on. As quickly as she had been hit with the information this morning, Jessica was sure that it would keep her mind well occupied, preventing her from realizing what day it was. 179 Checking my watch again, I decided it was time. Starting my truck, I pulled around the corner and eased to a stop in front of our house. As I got out, I made sure to slam the old door loudly so Ashely would be alerted to my return. 180 Walking up the porch steps, I thought of something and slipped my phone from my pocket as I opened the front door. Jessica had been right, Ashley needed to be kept on her heels. As I walked through the living room towards the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of Ashely from the corner of my eye. She was at the top of the stairs, watching me nervously as her fingers clutched to the banister. I made no move to acknowledge her, and instead I pretended to dial a number into my phone, bringing it up to my ear just as I was rounding the corner into the kitchen. 181 After a moment of waiting, I began speaking just loud enough that Ashley would be able to hear. "Hey, Mom? Can you and Dad call me as soon as you get this? Something happened and we really need to talk." Smiling, I set my phone down on the kitchen island and grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator. 182 ***Ashley*** 183 What is he thinking? I screamed mentally. Shit-shit-shit! 184 The whole delicate plan I had come up with vanished from my mind as I rushed down the stairs to confront my brother. 185 Sliding slightly in my haste as I came to a halt in the kitchen, I stared at my brother for a long moment as I tried to remember the plan I had painstakingly come up with. Kyle stood there by the refrigerator, staring back at me as I nervously fumbled with the hem of my jean shorts. 186 I had gone with a somewhat modest look to face him, a pair of cute cut off jean shorts, and a yellow and white striped polo with a small pocket on my breast. My makeup was minimalistic, but just enough eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes really pop for him. It was perfectly sisterly, while avoiding a homely look. I couldn't even force myself to confront him without makeup. I was pathetic. I knew how this had to end though, this was a mistake, and it would never happen again. I would most likely have to pay for what I'd done, but hopefully no one else would ever have to know about it. 187 "What?" Kyle asked sharply. 188 "Umm," I began. Spoken words felt so far from my comprehension at the moment. 189 "What is it, Ash?" he said, sounding like he was running out of patience. 190 "I'm sorry," I finally said. My voice was so quiet I wasn't sure if he could hear. 191 Chapter 1.3 "You're sorry?" he asked. "For sneaking into my room and fucking me? Do you think a sorry is going to fix that?" 193 I winced as he echoed my words back at me. I wasn't supposed to say that. Saying sorry felt too much like admitting that I had known what I was doing last night. 194 "I drank too much...we drank too much last night," I corrected myself quickly. "We didn't know what we were doing. I don't even know what we did." None of this was going the way that I had hoped. 195 "So that makes it okay?" he asked. "You slipped into my room and had sex with me! If I were a girl, it would be rape!" 196 "Don't put this all on me!" I said, my voice rising from a sudden surge of anger. How dare he claim that I raped him. "For all I know, you carried me up into your room and took advantage of me!" 197 "Oh no, don't even..." he said shaking his head. "When mom and dad hear about this-" 198 "You can't!" I broke in quickly, taking a step closer, my hands reaching out to him. "Please!" I stared into his eyes for a moment, seeing that anger in there. I was afraid that he would actually tell our parents. Taking a deep breath, I lowered myself to my knees. "Please, Kyle. Please don't tell anyone. I'm begging you." 199 He still didn't say anything as he watched me. Desperate, I inched myself closer, kneeling right at his feet and letting him tower over me. Carefully, I reached up for his hands, but he pulled them out of reach. Instead, I grasped onto the pockets of his jeans as I looked up at him. 200 I felt like I was holding my breath as I silently begged him to forgive me...to keep this all a secret. It felt like an eternity as I waited for him to speak. The silence felt thick, like a wall forcibly shutting out everything around the two of us. The only things I could hear were his breathing, and the steady thump of my heart pounding in my ears. 201 I didn't realize it at first, I was so caught up waiting for him to finally speak, but I felt something hardening beneath my hand. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what it was, and I felt a flutter of hope inside of me. It was wrong, and I knew it, but if I could keep him quiet, it would be worth it. That's what I told myself anyway, as I felt a wetness build inside my panties. 202 Adjusting my grip on his right pocket, I let my hand brush against his growing erection. Kyle's eyes widened, but he never moved. My heart skipped another beat as I watched his panicked eyes, and I felt his cock jump against the side of my hand. Becoming slightly more bold, I let my thumb move to run along his thickening shaft, caressing him gently. 203 Kyle's eyes still held mine, and he wasn't stopping me, or pulling away. Taking a deep breath, I forced my fingertips to let go of his pocket and moved my hand deliberately over his cock, letting its bulge rest easily in my palm before giving it a squeeze. He couldn't stop the groan, even as he bit down on his lip. 204 I had to fight back a smile. I wasn't going to enjoy this. This wasn't for me. I kept trying to convince myself of these things, but I knew better. With my realization earlier with Jessica, came another, more sad realization. My greatest fantasy was to fuck my own brother, and I'd actually done it. But I would never remember it, and it would never happen again. It kind of hurt knowing that. It seemed, however, that there might just be a chance for a mulligan. 205 With his cock still gripped in my hand, I felt it jump again in excitement, and it felt incredible. Nervous, but determined not to let this opportunity pass me by, I lifted my other hand to his button and zipper, slowly unfastening his pants. Once they were undone, I pulled them down his hips slightly, just enough to free his brotherly cock. 206 My hand slipped inside his pants and boxers, and slowly pulled him free. It was magnificent, long and just the right thickness with a swollen head, begging to be sucked. His skin felt so soft and warm in my hand. My heart battered away at my ribcage as I looked up at my brother, still silent for all I was doing. There was something else in his eyes now, as I slowly stroked his smooth cock in my hand, pointing it right at my waiting mouth. 207 "Please, Little Brother," I whispered, letting my tongue flick against the tip of his cock. "Please don't tell anyone what your sister did to you." 208 Taking my eyes off of his, I focused on his cock, letting his warm shaft brush against my cheek as I kissed one side, and then the other. The kiss I placed on his tip lingered, and my lips slowly parted to take his whole head in, letting my tongue swirl around him and tasting his delicious precum as it coated my taste buds. Finally having him in my mouth, I closed my eyes and moaned deeply in satisfaction. 209 I could hear Kyle's moans echo my own, and it only drove me further. Opening wider, I took more of him into my mouth, taking him as far down as I could. There was just too much of him though. Nearly half of his cock still sat beyond my lips as his tip touched the back of my throat, forcing me to fight back my gag reflex. Not to be deterred, I sucked on what I could reach, and stroked the rest, making sure to coat it all with a thick layer of my saliva. 210 My panties felt soaked in my shorts. The more I sucked, the more I was sure my juices were soaking the denim and dripping into a puddle on the floor. Finally, unable to control myself any longer, I snaked a hand down between us, and into the front of my shorts. 211 I was a mess. My fingers were instantly coated in my juices, but I couldn't care less. I began rubbing my clit, moaning harder on my brothers cock as I blew him. I had never gotten so much pleasure out of giving head before, and deep down, I knew it was only this hot because of who's throbbing shaft it was that was in my mouth. Opening my eyes again, I looked up at my brother, seeing his face contorted in a tortured pleasure as he watched his own sister worshiping his cock. 212 I felt him begin to swell between my lips, and I started fingering myself faster. If he was going to cum, I wanted to cum with him. Just as I was sure he would burst in my mouth, Kyle grabbed me by the hair and yanked me from his delicious cock, staggering back a step as he took deep breaths. 213 For a moment, I thought he had reconsidered what we were doing, but once I recognized the look in his eyes, I knew better. 214 He lifted me to my feet by the hair and pushed me against the kitchen island facing away from him. With both of his strong hands, he yanked down my jean shorts and soaked panties to my thighs before bending me forcefully over the counter. With my upper body splayed out on the granite countertop, the balls of my feet barely reached the floor. 215 I couldn't see what he was doing behind me. There was a long pause as I waited hopefully, then a rustle of clothing before I felt it. It brushed slightly against my wet folds teasingly sliding up, and then back down. He was so warm against me, and all I wanted was for him to drive himself deep inside of my desperate pussy, to take me any way he wanted so long as he showed me who was in charge. I had never before wanted to be the submissive in a relationship, but the thought of being dominated by Kyle, by my little brother, made my body ache and tremble. 216 Just as he was sliding down my wet lips once more, he slammed himself inside of me, burying himself as deep as he could. I let out a cry of both surprise and bliss as I felt him stretching me to fit his impressive size. He barely paused before he began fucking me with slow powerful thrusts, his fingers gripping my small waist as his hips crashed into my ass. 217 I stretched my arms out in front of me, grasping to the opposite end of the counter as I tried to press my ass back into his assault. He felt incredible inside of me, and I could feel my juices running down my thighs. The slap-slap-slap of our fucking filled the quiet kitchen, and I moaned out my pleasure, urging him to fuck me harder. 218 "Do you like fucking your sister?" I cooed, falling into a sex fueled haze of depravity. "Does my pussy feel good wrapped around my little brother's cock?" 219 "Fuck!" he grunted as he began fucking me harder. 220 "That's it," I urged him. "Punish me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me to pieces!" 221 The more I spoke, the more violent his assault became. In no time, he was forcibly pulling me back to him with each powerful thrust. Each time our bodies connected, another paralyzing jolt of pleasure shot through my body from my punished pussy. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, like a glass vase slowly being pushed towards the edge, knowing it would shatter from the fall. 222 My voice was a loud, high pitched keen of pleasure as my brother continued fucking me. I was right on the edge, begging to be pushed over. 223 "Oh fuck, Sis!" Kyle cried, squeezing my hips tighter. "I'm gonna cum!" 224 I didn't know what was hotter, him telling me he was going to cum for me, or him calling me Sis while his cock was pounding ruthlessly into my pussy, but it sent me over the edge. My body went limp, and my legs trembled uncontrollably through my climax, curling my toes painfully. 225 Kyle's cock continued pounding into my over sensitive pussy even after my orgasm ravaged my body, torturing me, making me delirious with pleasure. I couldn't think, I could hardly breath. My body was limp as he used me, my legs dangling unsupported off the side of the counter. I thought my punishment would last forever, until... 226 "Oh, Fuck!" Kyle cried, his thrusts becoming more sporadic. "Oh fuck, Ash!" 227 He drove deep inside of me, mashing our bodies tightly together as he emptied his cock into my brutalized pussy. Panting heavily, he leaned over my back for support. After several moments, he slowly withdrew his cock from my worn cunt and sat down right on the kitchen tile. 228 With him no longer supporting me, I let my helpless legs pull me down off the counter as well, and I found myself lying right next to him as I tried to remember where I was, and what had just happened to me. 229 My shorts and panties were sitting around my ankles, but my muscles were too sore, and I was too tired to do anything about it. I could feel cum dribbling out of my pussy and down my ass. I looked beside me, and my brother was lying there with an arm over his eyes, and his pants around his ankles as well. 230 That's right, I thought. I just fucked my brother...again. My memory came back to me, and for the first time since I'd let his cock slip into my mouth, I remembered the whole reason I had been there in the kitchen talking with him. 231 "So, does this mean you're not going to tell now?" I asked. 232 "What?" he asked, looking slightly confused as he pulled his arm away from his eyes to look at me. 233 "I figured, since you just fucked the hell out of me, that you wouldn't be telling Mom and Dad about last night," I said hopefully. 234 "Oh...yeah," he said, looking a bit sheepish as his cheeks redden. "About that...Uh...April Fools?" 235 "What?" I asked, momentarily confused. 236 "Uh...it was just an April Fool's joke," he said, carefully looking anywhere but at me. "Nothing actually happened last night. Jessica and I just put this together to get you back..." he trailed off awkwardly. 237 "So, we never had sex?" I asked. 238 "Well, just now..." he said. 239 "You're an ass," I said, still too exhausted and sexually fulfilled to even work up a small amount of anger. "And you're sick, you know that?" I asked. "Totally fucked up in the head." 240 "You're the one that seduced me," he shot back. 241 "Did not!" 242 "You were on your knees, and you pulled my cock out and started sucking it!" he protested. 243 Shit...I did do that, I thought. Try as hard as I might though, I couldn't find it in myself to get angry. First, it was an excellent prank. Second, I got to fuck my brother, and prank or not, I had finally realized how much I'd been wanting to do that. 244 "By the way," Kyle added. "Happy Birthday." 245 "Thanks," I replied. A moment later I kicked off my shorts and panties from around my ankles, and sat up, facing him. "Speaking of, there's something I want for my birthday..." 246 I peeled off my yellow and white polo shirt, leaving myself completely naked for him as I swung my leg over to straddle his thighs. I let my hands run up my body from my legs, up over my smooth tummy, and finished off by giving my round perky breasts a teasing squeeze. Kyle's eyes were glued to my body, and I watched his cock, lying limp on his belly right in front of me, begin to grow in anticipation. 247 ***Jessica*** 248 Jessica watched, crouching near the kitchen window in her friend's back yard. Her panties had been long discarded, and the insides of her thighs were stained with the remnants of her arousal. She had planned everything out so perfectly, but she still never expected something so hot to happen, but she had hoped. 249 Ever since that 4th of July, and seeing Ashley call that guy Kyle while she fucked him, Jessica had developed this overwhelming perversion. She wanted to see her best friend actually fuck her own brother. It was so wrong, but that one night had changed her, and now incest was a huge turn on for her. Not her own family, of course, but watching others cross that line...just thinking about Ashely with her brother drove her wild. 250 Jessica watched as Ashely finally sat up on the floor and pulled her top off. Seeing her best friend straddling her brother, she realized that the show wasn't over yet. Ashely lifted herself, lining her brother's cock up with her battered cunt, and Jessica let her fingers dip underneath her skirt once again. As Ashely's faint moans reached her ears, Jessica had only one thought, this was the greatest April Fool's joke that no one would ever hear about. 251 https://www.literotica.com/s/boudoir-1 Scanning the set, I checked and double checked the placements of the furniture and decorations. It all came down to the details. One small thing out of place could detract from the photographs. If every details was perfect, it would all come together, enhancing the final image. It was something that had taken me a long time to figure out, but experience bred perfection of one's craft. 253 My life of photography started as a fluke really. When I was nineteen, I had a girlfriend who was obsessed with garage sales in the valley, and on one particular trip I found an old 35mm camera that she insisted on buying for me. Developing film for it was expensive and not very practical in the burgeoning digital age, but she loved to have her picture taken, and she was a real beauty. 254 She had that kind of presence that refused to take a bad picture. I began to love photographing her, and after a lot of trial and error I became very good at it. When she eventually left me, and all I had left was a camera and the joy of photography. When the heartbreak ended I began taking odd jobs doing Prom photos for parents and bar mitzvahs and the like, and Tyler Denning Photography was born. 255 Looking back, the years seemed to blow past me until I was where I am now, a twenty nine year old living in Pasadena, and a well known name in the industry with almost six months of solid bookings. I don't know what ever happened to my old girlfriend, but despite the heartbreak, she was the reason for the life I had now. 256 After taking a few sample shots of the space, I checked them on my computer that I had set up in the corner. The lighting looked good on the tests I'd taken, and everything looked ready to go. With everything in place, I climbed the stairs back up to the main floor to grab a beer. 257 I tried to avoid drinking on the job, but today was supposed to be my day off after all. Weekends are where my bread is buttered, but my Mondays are supposed to be sacrosanct. Here I was though, prepping my home studio to take some professional photos for my little sister. The things we do for family. All things considered, I didn't think she would mind me wetting my whistle. 258 I cracked open a cold bottle with my key chain, while thinking about Emily. It was still hard to believe that my little sister was getting married. The same little girl who called me Tigger because she couldn't pronounce Tyler. The one who always followed me around, and wanted me to help marry off her barbies to my old G.I. Joes. Our five year age gap left a lot of distance between us, but I always thought it was so cute how she wanted to be around me. Now, that little girl was all grown up and getting ready to walk down the aisle. 259 As soon as the cold glass touched my lips, the doorbell rang, immediately followed by an incessant banging. That must be her. Taking a long pull from my beer, I went to let her in. 260 "Hold your horses!" I yelled as the banging continued. 261 "Jeez, what took you so long?" My sister Emily asked, stumbling inside just as the door opened. "This shit weighs a ton!" 262 She quickly brushed past me to set her things down. Emily's small stature was overwhelmed by all the things she was carrying. She had a large black makeup case, a shoe box, a gigantic garment bag along with her purse and a couple smaller bags. The primal male inside wanted to ask why she brought so much stuff for a photo shoot, but as a photographer, I'd been here before. Instead, I just gave her a hand. 263 "You should have called me when you pulled up," I said, helping her drape the garment bag over the back of a chair. "I would've came out to help you." 264 "It's okay," she said, finally taking the chance to look at me as she rubbed her sore arms. "It wasn't that bad I guess. Thanks so much for doing this. I know it's a little last minute, but I was thinking, and I wanted to get some good pictures before hand. On the day, there won't really be much of an opportunity do it right, ya know?" 265 "I understand completely," I said gesturing to put her at ease. "I've been to plenty of weddings, and while it's nice to have a photographer there, there's only so much you can do about the lighting and distractions." 266 "You're awesome," she sighed, giving me a tired hug. 267 "So are you," I said moving to return her hug. 268 "Not the hair!" she squealed, tensing up at the slightest touch. "I just spent over an hour paying to get it this perfect." 269 Mindful of her hair, I gently placed my hands around her waist for a brief moment before she pulled away to make sure she had all of her things. 270 Leaning against the back of my couch, I watched her. She was right, her hair was perfect. Soft dark brown curls fell perfectly down her shoulders to just below her breasts, framing her beautiful heart shaped face. 271 It had been a few weeks since I had seen her last and whatever diet she was doing was really working. Even in her jeans and top she looked great. She had never been out of shape, but looking at her now...her enhanced form was noticeable. 272 "Well, I have a set made up downstairs in the studio if you want to get ready." I offered, hefting the large garment bag gently. 273 "I bet you say that to all the girls," she said wryly. "First it's let's go down to my basement so I can take pictures of you," she began, "then it's "put the lotion on your skin!" 274 "You know me too well," I replied dryly, walking away from her with her dress over my shoulder. 275 Emily took a long time getting ready for the shoot, so while she changed I hung out watching a little ESPN to catch up on what I'd missed on Sunday and worked on my beer. 276 "Can you help just a little with these laces?" she asked as I came back down the stairs. "It's the only thing I can't reach." 277 "Sure," I said, setting my beer down by my computer. 278 The laces she spoke of were for the back of her dress. It was a corset style top with a sweetheart neckline that dipped gently into her cleavage. She didn't require much tightening, it was just snugging up the intricate lacing and tying it off that she couldn't manage on her own. Once I was finished she gave a little spin to show off for me as she giggled. 279 "How do I look?" she asked smiling. "Every time I try this on, I feel like a princess." 280 She was all done up beautifully in her white wedding dress and veil. Her make up was perfectly applied and she looked breathtaking with an air of innocence and elegance. She was by far one of the best brides I had the pleasure of photographing. 281 "You do look very princess-like," I commented, reaching for my camera to get this show started. 282 I put on some music and walked her through some poses, snapping shot after shot of her as she moved. She was a little awkward when we started, not being entirely comfortable being the sole focus of a camera. To help her relax, I began talking to her and catching up. I had found long ago that even simple conversation could ease a nervous subject. 283 "So has James seen the dress yet?" I asked. 284 "Not a chance," Emily replied. "I'm not superstitious, but I just want there to be a wow factor." 285 "I get that," I said, continuing to snap away. "You must be getting pretty excited right about now. You're at less than a week to go." 286 "I am pretty excited, but it also feels surreal at the same time. If that makes any sense," she said turning for me. 287 "I've heard that sentiment before, many times," I said. "So where do you guys plan on honeymooning?" 288 The talk helped settle her nerves and we took our time. An hour later we were finished and we had everything we wanted. 289 "I'll load these onto my computer and we can take a look." I told her, finally lowering my camera. 290 "Do you have any more beer?" she asked. "I could really go for one of those right now." 291 While the photos uploaded, I ran upstairs and grabbed two cold bottles from my refrigerator before heading back down stairs. When I got back, I cracked off the tops with my key-chain and handed her one. 292 I sat in front of my computer and Emily stood behind me peering over my shoulder while I flipped through the shots. With the way she looked, there were hardly any bad photos, but every time we came upon one that was exceptional I pulled it from the group to save in a separate file for later. 293 I don't normally let people see me go through this process. For private shoots, I like to do some slight editing beforehand and show them only the best of the group, but she was Emily. I've always had a hard time saying no to her about anything, even since we were kids. 294 "Are you sure you want to keep this one?" I asked, thinking that she was joking. 295 "What's wrong with it?" she asked. "I think I look cute." 296 "You look like a goober," I laughed. I had caught her making a funny face to me after I had told her to hold the same pose for the sixth time. 297 "Goobers can be cute," she defended. "I just want to keep that one. It's not like I'm going to put it in the wedding album...Maybe." 298 "Whatever you say. They're your photos," I said, saving the picture. 299 "Have you ever done Boudoir shots for the other brides you've photographed?" Emily asked as we were nearing the end of her photos. The question was a little out of left field, but I just thought she was curious about my work. 300 "All the time," I replied, honestly. 301 "Really?" She asked, getting a little excited. "Can I see some?" 302 "Nope," I said flatly. 303 "Come on!" she whined, trying to get to me. "Don't be like that!" 304 "I can't. After I'm done with the editing, I give them their prints and a digital copy and then I delete them," I told her. 305 "What self-respecting dude does something like that?" she asked, questioning my manliness like usual. 306 "The kind that likes the extra money that comes from vigilant discretion," I replied. 307 She was quiet for a few moments while I pulled up one of her best shots and began adjusting the contrast. 308 "Do you think you could take a couple of me?" Emily asked slightly nervous. 309 "You want me to take bedroom photos of you?" I asked, thinking that this was just another one of her jokes. 310 "I've been thinking about getting some done as like a wedding present for James, but I just can't stand the thought of some stranger taking pictures of me like that," Emily explained. 311 "But asking your brother is easier?" I asked, not sure how I felt about this. 312 "Umm. Yeah!" she said as if it was obvious. "Some weirdo taking pictures of me in my underwear and never knowing if he's sharing them with someone else, or god forbid jerking of to them...ew, no thank you." 313 "You seem to have put a lot of thought into that," I commented while continuing to work on her picture. 314 "We don't have to make it weird or anything, all you have to do is take a few pictures," Emily said hopefully. 315 "I guess we can do that," I said, trying to maintain my professionalism. "I don't have a set made for that right now though. You can come by...Thursday, I think," I said thinking about my schedule. 316 "Can't we just use your room?" Emily asked surprising me. "I've seen it. It's as nice as they come." 317 She wasn't wrong. I had this fetish for antique furniture and old world style, and with my success, I was able to incorporate that into my home design. It did feel a little weird though, the thought of taking racy pictures of her in my own bedroom. With the sets I constructed for the others, it helped keep things feeling professional. A separation of the intimate nature of the subject matter, and my job as the photographer. 318 "Why not." I finally said, taking the last long swig from my beer. 319 With my acquiescence, her smile lit up nervously. Grabbing my camera, we climbed back up to the first floor and then up to my room on the second. My four-poster bed was a little disarrayed, but after fixing the pillows and the fluffy white duvet, the bed looked perfectly presentable. After a quick scan of the space, I swiped all of my things off of the end tables into their draws. 320 I stared for a few more moments trying to see if I needed to do anything else, but my bedroom really was a good place for photos. With all the soft natural light flowing in through the light curtains on the large bay doors to my balcony, the room looked pristine and perfect. 321 "So how does this work?" Emily asked, as outwardly nervous as I felt inside. "Do I just undress?" 322 "Basically," I said trying to keep my cool. "I'll start taking pictures as you do, so don't rush yourself," I guided. 323 "Help me with my laces?" she asked, turning from me. 324 My fingers fumbled as I undid the delicate knot at the back of her dress and loosened her laces. As soon as they were loose, I stepped away and pressed myself into work mode. I forced myself to stay clinical as she slowly, inch by inch, let her strapless dress slide from her body to land in a pool by her feet. 325 This was going to be harder than I thought. Her body was amazing. Underneath her dress, she was wearing all white lingerie. Micro fishnet stockings attached to a garter belt with extremely sexy lace panties that left most of her ass exposed and a matching demi-cup bra. She looked every inch like a blushing bride while standing there shyly with her rosy cheeks. 326 After involuntarily clearing my throat, I had her repeat her undressing several times, having her adjust her posture and shooting from different angles. By the time that part was done, I could feel my own cheeks heating up. 327 "I think that's enough for that," I said, trying not to stare directly at her. "Why don't you try a few poses on the bed." 328 "Whatever you say boss," she said smiling. I don't know why, but she seemed to find this whole thing more amusing with my discomfort. "How do the pictures look?" 329 "I think they're coming out nicely," I said, focusing on the digital display on my camera and not directly on her body. 330 As she climbed onto my bed, I continued taking pictures and let her choose a few of her own poses before I directed her into some that the other women had preferred. We hadn't been at it for more than ten minutes, but it was already getting hard to focus. 331 "So, do you take all of these brides up to your bedroom?" Emily asked cheekily, flipping her hair out as she rolled onto her stomach to face me. 332 "You would be the first," I said smirking, her unique sense of humor pulling me away from things that I should not have been thinking. 333 "Messeur Denning!" she said in mock surprise. "How scandalous!" 334 "Hardly," I said wryly 335 "So, all these nearly naked brides?" she began, moving to another pose. "You ever sleep with one?" 336 "No," I said awkwardly. "Can you put your arm up again...Just like that." 337 "No?" She asked skeptical about my aversion to her topic. "I think he doth protest too much." she sang. 338 "I never have," I said honestly. "I've been hit on, sure. There was one," I mused, "she was simply stunning and it took everything I had to say no." 339 Just remembering Candice was a bad move in this position. She had been beautiful in a way that most women would never be. She had been so insistent, so seductive and tempting. I hadn't been lying when I said that it took everything to resist her. It was one of those moments in my life that I hoped I wouldn't end up regretting. The mere memory of that day was effecting my cock in the worst kind of way. 340 "Was she prettier than me?" Emily asked, almost sounding jealous. 341 I was taken off guard by her question. This situation was hard enough to handle as it was, I didn't know how to respond to this question with her lying there in her sexy underwear on my bed. I was already having thoughts about her that no brother should ever have about his baby sister. 342 You're umm..." I began before taking a steadying breath and continuing in a brotherly tone. "You're very pretty." 343 "Pretty?" she asked flatly letting her arm drop. 344 "Very pretty," I corrected her reassuringly. 345 "That's it?" She asked, her mood souring. "I'm just very pretty." 346 "What?" I asked, confused at seeing her anger beginning to rise. "What's wrong with being pretty?" 347 "What's wrong with it?" she asked sitting up in the bed. "I've been working myself ragged for the last three months. I can't remember the last time I tasted real food. I'm in the best shape of my life and wearing the sexiest lingerie I've ever owned, getting sexy pictures taken for my future husband that are supposed to make his blood boil at the very sight of them...and I'm just pretty?" she finished angrily. 348 Somewhere during her tirade she had gotten from the bed and was now standing directly in front of me, looking menacingly as she stared up at me. 349 "Well?" she asked, looking fiercely into my eyes. 350 She was so close to me it was dangerous. My erection had grown, and if she moved an inch closer, it would be pressing her in the stomach. She really seemed angry though, this really meant something to her, so I decided to tell her the honest truth. 351 "I can honestly say that you are the hottest thing to ever be in my bedroom," I said, using her surprised reaction as a distraction to reach down below her eye line and readjust my embarrassing problem. 352 Her eyes seeming to light up at my words, and she stared at me for a long moment before returning to her spot on the bed. Without a word, she went back to posing for me and I proceeded to snap away with the pictures. 353 Something was different about her now. Before, there was a slight air of nervousness, but now she seemed to have more...attitude. More sex appeal flowing out of her like some unseen force. Her posing became slightly more provocative without being distasteful. I found myself not even uttering a word of advice as she hypnotized me. My throbbing cock was near forgotten in my pants and I felt caught up in her lusty gaze. 354 During one of her poses with her back to the camera, she unsnapped her strapless bra and thew it away, leaving her back sexily bare. I felt my blood rising as I watched her, my shutter flashing faster, snapping pictures as quickly as I could. 355 As she changed her position to face me, her arms crossed over her breasts, shielding them from my view teasingly. With every adjustment she made I hoped for a slip, something to let me catch the briefest view of her bare breasts on my film 356 "Tell me how good I look," she demanded, her husky voice shattering the silence. 357 It was then that I noticed that hypnotic smell that had lulled me into a trance. It must have started out ever so subtle, but now it was thick and heady, and unmistakable. It was the smell of a woman's arousal. 358 Letting her arms slowly fall from her chest, she revealed her glorious breasts to me. With a small flicker of a glance down to my crotch, she slipped off the edge of the bed and crawled to me on her knees across the plush white carpet. 359 I put all my considerable effort into keeping my focus on the job, snapping pictures of her until she was right in front of me, looking up with a devilish look in her eyes and her plump lip bitten between her white teeth. 360 Her hand reached up and her fingers gently rested on the bulge in my pants causing me to gasp. Out of reflex, I tried to take a step back, only to realize that the wall was right behind me. Her hand slowly caressed my cock as she stared up at me, almost daring me to stop her. 361 Chapter 2.2 I should have. It was what I was supposed to do. Only I didn't know how. It seemed like this desire, this lust, had came out of nowhere, manifesting off of our closeness and turned into some kind of magnetic pull between us. 363 As the eldest, it was my duty to stop her from doing this, only I didn't want her too. I knew in my brain that everything about this was wrong, but in my heart, and more importantly my loins, I knew it was the most right thing I would ever be a part of. 364 Starring down at her, I slowly let the camera slip from my fingers, slowly letting if fall down to the floor as the strap slipped through my fingers, until I finally let it go. She slowly brought her other hand up my thigh, teasing me as she made her way up to my belt and began to unfasten it. 365 She took her time undoing my pants, her eyes never breaking from mine, looking, searching for any hint of resistance. There wasn't any. The sweet, sexy contrast of her bridal lingerie and the nervous lust in her eyes had broken me. 366 The only sounds between us were the tinkling of the metal clasp of my belt and the rustle of cloth as she lowered the zipper on my slacks. With my pants undone, she reached into my boxers and let her fingers grasp around my hardened shaft causing me to gasp at her warm touch. She pulled me out, and held me in both of her dainty looking hands and only then did she look away from my eyes to gaze at my cock. 367 I was never a small man, and now, before my own sister, I was the hardest and largest I had ever been. My cock ached with the blood flowing to it. Her eyes widened with surprise at the sight of my majesty, and her supple red lips parted sexily at her intake of breath. With a small smile on her lips, she flicked her eyes up at me, almost searching for permission before she finally spoke again. 368 "Tell me how good I look," she repeated in that same husky tone, her eyes glowing with anticipation. 369 "You're the sexiest thing in the world," I gasped, feeling her hot humid breath against my cock. 370 "Good." She leaned forward slightly to place a tender kiss on the tip of my cock. 371 As her lips pulled away, I could see the small string of precum connecting her lip to my cock, and I twitched violently in her hands. Seeing my reaction to her, a look of thrill entered her eyes as her lips reached forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She barely slipped past my crown and I felt her slithering tongue swirl around my head as she gently sucked me. 372 My knees felt weak, and in an effort to steady myself, I leaned back into the wall and placed my hand on her head. It was the first contact I had initiated towards her. Before I could feel nervous about my overture, she moaned around my cock and let more of me slip between her lips. 373 She had nearly half of me inside her mouth before I felt myself hit the back of her throat. After only a few sensual bobs, she pressed onward and I felt my cock slip into her throat as she took me all the way inside of her. 374 With her nose pressing against my sparse pubic hair, she stared up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and then I felt her tongue snake out to flick against my balls causing me to shudder and grip her perfectly curled hair tighter. By the gleam in her eyes at my reaction, she was taking great pleasure in teasing me. She eased back and began making slow short bobs before deep-throating me like that over and over again. It didn't take long, and before I was ready for it to end, I felt it begin. 375 I tried to pull her off of me. I tried to warn her. 376 "Please...no more...I'm going to...I'm so close!" I tried, but all she did was moan harder on my cock as she began bobbing faster, until finally I couldn't hold it back any longer. I blasted my cum into my little sister's sexy mouth. 377 She swallowed as fast as she could as she stroked my shaft, but she couldn't quite keep up with the torrent. Some of my cum oozed from her lips to run down her chin and fall on her perfect cleavage. When I finally stopped cumming, she licked my cock clean and scooped the cum from her chin into her mouth, licking her fingers sluttily. 378 It was only when she finished eating my cum that I noticed her hand inside her panties, slowly rubbing circles around her clit. She watched me with her devilish smile as she played with herself in front of me until she finally rose to her feet and pulled my head down to hers for a kiss. 379 Not even thinking about the remnants of my cum in her mouth, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back in a slow, sensual, very unbrotherly way. 380 Out of breath, she pulled away, moving to kiss my neck as she held me before whispering huskily in my ear, "It's your turn Tigger." 381 It was wrong. Hearing her old childhood name for me shouldn't have sent such a thrill to my loins. 382 Pulling me by my deflating cock, she made her way to my bed and sat on the edge. Shifting her weight, she slid her white panties to the floor and kicked them off her heels before slowly spreading her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy to me. 383 With her legs spread before me, she pulled me in to kiss me before putting slight pressure on my shoulders, guiding me to where she needed me. Wanting nothing more than to return this favor, I got to my knees between her silken thighs. 384 Her pussy was beautiful. I couldn't ever remember seeing one this sexy. The way her swollen lips parted like a fresh flower...and the candy pink color. I had never seen a pussy that looked more delicious. 385 I wanted to tease her. I wanted to slowly kiss my way up her perfect legs. But the moment I leaned forward, all I could think about was sliding my tongue right up through her juicy folds, so I did. 386 She tasted as intoxicating as she smelled. A slightly sweet, earthy taste that only made me want more. I slowly let my tongue explore her folds, letting it dive between her lips as I tried to gather more of her nectar. 387 Moaning appreciatively, her fingers ran through my hair while I made love to her with my mouth. Her hips began rocking gently against my open mouth and I dared to give a teasing flick across her swollen clit. 388 When her entire body shuddered at my contact, I placed my lips around her swollen button and sucked lightly, letting my tongue slowly pleasure her. I kept my pace gentle, and almost overly slow, as I relished where I was, and the feeling of her pussy on my lips. 389 As her body began to slowly writhe against me, I slightly increased my pace. Once her moans began to rise in pitch, I began lashing her desperate clit as hard and as fast as I could. Her high moans cracked as she peaked and her entire body trembled before me. Her thighs clamped around my head and her hands gripped my short hair, tightly holding me against her sex. Teasingly, I continued to softly lick her, sending shock wave after shock wave through her quaking body. 390 When she could take no more, she pulled my face from her quivering sex and pulled me close to her for a kiss. As her lips fought with my own, her hands attacked my shirt and began ripping away at my buttons in an effort to undress me. 391 "Fuck me," she gasped between our kisses. "Fuck me right now, Tigger!" 392 My heart skipped five whole beats at her words. I already knew we had gone too far, but hearing her say those words left me quivering with desire and anticipation. Shrugging the remnants of my torn shirt from my shoulders, I began wiggling out of my already loosened pants, kicking them off along with my shoes. 393 Standing in between her thighs again, I felt her warm hands resting on my bare stomach. I quickly picked her light form up into my arms and carried her as I crawled onto the bed. When I moved to ease her down, she pulled me down on top of her, kissing me. I felt her impatient hand between us, guiding my resurgent cock to her eager opening. 394 Once I felt her warm, wet folds kissing the tip of my swollen manhood, I froze. The shock of what I was really about to do finally broke through my lust filled haze. If I did this, nothing would ever be the same. This was something that could never be taken back. 395 "Don't pussy out on me now, Brother," she said firmly. "I'll never get another chance at this." 396 Before I could grasp the full depth of her words, she hooked her legs around my waist and pulled me deep inside of her with one forceful motion. 397 "OH FUCK!" she screamed, wincing as I stretched her small cunt to my size. "Oh fuck, you're huge! Just...oh god..just don't move." 398 I was in shock. I was inside my sister's pussy. I hardly had a clue how this all had happened, but god did she feel good squeezing my cock so tightly. And she felt like a furnace, she was so hot! Holding myself firmly inside of her, afraid to move, I watched her beautiful face slowly uncontort as she adjusted to my size. 399 As the discomfort drained from her face, her eyes slowly opened to look up at me. I didn't know what to expect, she had asked me to do this after all, but seeing that desire filling her eyes still shocked me. The way she smiled up at me, her lips slightly parted, she looked...triumphant. 400 After what felt like an eternity, she silently urged me on. Her heels relaxed against my back and she placed slight pressure on my chest with her hand, letting me know she was ready. 401 I slowly eased out a couple of inches before easing back in. With each small stroke, I watched as her eyes widened sexily with my intrusion. Little by little I lengthened my thrusts until finally, I was making full, gentle strokes into her with my cock. 402 "That's it, just like that, Tigger." she whispered, looking up at me while I slowly fucked her. 403 It felt strange, looking down into my sister's lust filled eyes as we made love. Even that thought felt odd, but the way our bodies clung to each other as we slowly slid together, the way we couldn't pull our eyes from each other, that's exactly what we were doing. Making love. 404 The longer we coupled, the harder it was to resist the urge to thrust harder into her, to ravish her beautiful innocence. When her breathing began to quicken, I felt my heart swell for her. Little moans began to escape her lips as her eyes became slightly lidded, letting herself succumb to the pleasure. I drank in the sight of her, savoring the moment I made her cum. Her beautiful body trembled in my arms as her legs locked around me, holding me deep inside of her. 405 Feeling a warmth spread through me from making her cum, I kissed her softly on her lips, tasting her sensually as she kissed me back. It felt intimate. Almost too intimate, as I tried to reconcile the incest we had just committed, but with her lips sensually pulling at mine as her tongue stroked my own softly, I could think of nothing but her. 406 When she finally broke our kiss, she looked up at me with a warm smile. 407 "That was pretty good," Emily sighed, breaking the spell she had cast. 408 I didn't miss the emphasis. Pretty good? I just made her cum! 409 "Who would have thought you were so...traditional," she mused. 410 "Traditional?" I asked feeling my anger rise a little at her veiled jibe. Trust my sister to joke at a time like this. 411 "Hey, it was good," she said soothingly. "So you like your sex like you like your ice cream..." she trailed of in a falsely comforting tone. 412 Vanilla! Damn her! The gauntlet had been thrown down. 413 Feeling challenged, I pulled unsatisfied cock from her depths. Her regretful sigh turned into a squeak as I roughly grabbed her and flipped her over on the mattress. Before she could react, I yanked her up by the hips, dropping her down in front of me on her knees, and thrust my cock back inside of her. 414 Her sexy, surprised yelp rang out as I filled her fully in a single stroke. Not letting her utter another word, I began vigorously fucking her. I held tightly to her hips, pulling her into each of my thrusts, causing our union to fill the air with the slapping sound of our skin colliding. I had something to prove. 415 As soon as the shock wore off, her yelps turned onto moans and she began thrusting back into me. With her hands bracing on the bed for leverage, she began rocking back into me even harder. The image of her ass colliding with my thighs was inspiring. The slight ripple across her skin at each connection caused something wild and primal rise up inside of me. I reached forward, grabbing a fistful of those loose curls bouncing across her back, and pulled violently as I slammed into her even harder. 416 Time seemed to slip past us as we let the sounds and sensations wash over us. Her frantic moaning was driving me wild and her cries for me to fuck her only spurred me to greater effort. My cock felt so full that it hurt, and the only saving grace was my sister's warm tight pussy slowly tempting me to the edge. I was desperate to cum. I needed it. Emily had already climaxed several times under my brutal assault, and my muscles were aching from the prolonged effort. Feeling the agony rising, I was praying for my release, my victory. 417 When I began to feel the initial shocks of my impending orgasm, I became frantic. I pulled Emily back by her throat. Her back arched dangerously as I held her to me. With one hand snugly around her throat, I let my other hand slip down between her thighs to rub her clit vigorously while I blindly chased my orgasm. 418 It was torture, I could feel it coming, but no matter how hard, or how fast I slammed my cock into her, it still felt like release was long in the distance. Desperately, every muscle in my body clenched tighter, begging for my release. I felt so close. So close! It felt like I rode the edge for an eternity while I mercilessly fucked her, until finally, the dam broke. 419 Dam it was too. Volley after volley of my cum blasted into her waiting depths. The shear force of my orgasm was blinding. I held Emily tightly to my body while my hips jerkily thrust against her. My body was an erotic wash of pain, pleasure and relief. 420 Only as that painful bliss began to diminish did I notice Emily quaking against me, or the tight grip I had around her throat. I quickly came back to my senses and eased my grip and gently let her down in front of me, worried that I might have gone too far. 421 As soon as she hit the mattress, my own legs gave out and I landed face first beside her on the soft comforter. Weak, I reached for Emily and saw a tuft of hair burst up as she exhaustively blew it from her face. The look on her face was one of pure delight. 422 Relief flooded over me once again, and I breathed a sigh of relief into my mattress. I hadn't hurt her. I had never fucked like that before in my life. I had never been that hard, or that passionate. Rolling onto my back, I wondered why now. The only reason I could think of was Emily. Surprisingly, that didn't leave me feeling uncomfortable or guilty like before. 423 "Where did all this come from?" I asked, finally voicing the question that had been swimming in my head since this had started. 424 "We both need to send my therapist a gift basket," Emily said, stretching out sexily beside me as she rolled onto her side to face me. 425 "Why?" I asked not understanding. "Did your therapist tell you to fuck me?" 426 "Oh god, no!" she said as she brushed her ruined hair from her face. "She just helped me realize that I had feelings for you." 427 At her admission, blush began to stain her cheeks. Unable to look me in the eyes, she rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling before she could continue. 428 "My whole life I've seen you as the gold standard for evaluating any man I've ever dated. I'd been having some cold feet about the wedding, and she told me that my feelings for you were only fantasy, and that reality would always fall far short. And if I kept measuring my future husband up to a fantasy version of you, then no man would ever be enough. She said I had to find a way to get past my illusions... This was the only way I could think of doing that." 429 It was surprising to hear at first. She'd had feelings for me this whole time? We had always been close, and with our age difference, Emily always followed me around. I thought it was cute, and always let her hang out and play with me. I never realized how much of an impact it'd had on her. I guess, to be honest, I had developed a little bit of a crush on her as well after she grew up. I always just saw it as admiration for the woman she had become. If we hadn't just screwed our brains out, this revelation might have come as more of a shock than it had. 430 Thinking back to her having sex with me only so she could get married to James with a clear conscience; it left me feeling... a little hollow. 431 "So...how did this whole 'getting it out of your system' work out for you?" I asked. 432 "Horribly," she said flatly. 433 "I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty for having let her down. 434 "Why are you sorry?" she asked. "I came here hoping to just get this out of my system. You know, wham, bam, thank you Tigger. I didn't expect to get fucked within an inch of my life!" 435 "Um...thank you?" I said confused. 436 "I thought it would suck," she clarified. "Well, I hoped it would. Hell, I would have taken something average and been on my merry way. This," she said gesturing to us, naked in bed, "this just makes it harder." 437 "Are you saying I was too good?" I asked. This was definitely a first, as far as performance reviews go. 438 "Yes!" she said, clearly a little frustrated. "I was supposed to get married! This was a last hurrah and psychological spring cleaning all in one. All this-" 439 "Supposed to?" I asked cutting her off. "You were supposed to get married?" 440 "I don't know..." she said, worry creasing her brow as she rolled off her back to snuggle onto my chest. "Why couldn't you have just sucked in bed?" 441 https://www.literotica.com/s/rent-a-daughter "But Daddy!" I pleaded twisting the toe of my shiny silver high heel. "I really need the car tonight! It's the Taylor Swift Charity Show. All of my friends will be there. I'm all dressed up. I can't just show up in a Lexus, what would everyone think? I need the Porsche." 443 I looked incredible in my green and white mini skirt and my tight white top that showed off my belly and a generous amount of cleavage supplied directly from Victoria Secret herself. Bright green argyle socks stretched from my cute heels all the way up to my knees and a silver Tiffany's bracelet dangled on my wrist while diamond studs sparkled on my ears. 444 "You don't need a damn thing, Jessica." My dad shook his head, barely pausing to look over the rims of his glasses as he scrolled through work emails on his phone in the middle of the kitchen. "I just got the Porsche fixed from the last time you drove it." 445 "That wasn't my fault!" I argued, circling around him as he turned so I could stay in front of him. "That tree was way too close to the curb. It scared me." 446 "And the time before that?" he asked, looking up for a moment. "You spilled your coffee on my leather seats. It's been detailed four times since then, and it still smells like pumpkin spice in there. No," he said, shaking his head firmly. "There is no way you're taking the car out." 447 "Daddy?" I pouted, "but I love you!" 448 "I said no," he breathed, doing his best to ignore me. 449 There was no way I was leaving without those keys. Slowly, I slid to my knees in front of him, clasping my hands up in front of me. 450 "Please Daddy, I promise to let nothing happen to it!" I tried. 451 "Princess, there is nothing you could do to change my mind." He said looking down at me. 452 He was wrong. I knew of one thing. 453 "Are you sure, Daddy?" I asked, placing my hands on his thighs and sliding them up towards his crotch. 454 "Honey?" he said warningly, taking a step back and bumping into the refrigerator. I only bit my lip and persisted, scooting forward on my knees to block him in. "Stop!" he said, quickly reaching for my wrists, but I was faster. "What are you doing?" he asked nervously as my fingers deftly unfastened his belt and pants "You promised me that you wouldn't do that ever again!" 455 "I just want to show you how much I love you," I pouted, fishing his cock from his boxers. "You're the best Daddy in the whole world. I promise you'll like it." 456 "Oh God baby, we shouldn't," he protested weakly. "Not again!" 457 I didn't even need to wait for him to get hard, he was already steel in my hands. A drip of precum had formed on his tip like morning dew, and I could feel him throb in my hands with excitement. As much as he protested that he didn't want this, his cock told the true story. 458 "It's okay, Daddy," I giggled, seeing him so flustered. "I'm really good at this." 459 Leaning forward, I flicked my tongue across his tip, eliciting a groan from him. I felt like such a dirty slut, I could feel myself dripping into my panties as I kneeled there on the hard floor getting ready to suck my daddy's cock. Some people might have taken in that thought, and done a bit of reevaluating, but I wasn't going to stop now. If I had him wrapped around my finger before, this was only going to make him putty in my hands. Besides, Daddy was hot. All my friends thought so, and I wouldn't lie and say that he hadn't been at the forefront of my mind on more than one occasion when I touched myself. Before he could come to his senses, I opened wide, and sucked his cock all the way down to the base. I wasn't lying, I was good at this. Fifteen minutes later, I walked out of there with the taste of Daddy's cum on my lips, and a set of Porsche keys. 460 Outside in the driveway was a pristine white 911 Turbo. I hit the button on my key fob, and there was a chirp before the engine roared to life. I took my time getting in, being careful not to flash my panties to the entire neighborhood due to my excessively short skirt, and high heels. 461 Once I had my seat belt in place, I backed down the drive, and then let the tires chirp as I pulled away from the house. I drove for fifteen minutes to an apartment complex on the other side of town and turned into the parking structure. I went up to the second level and pulled into the space next to an old mint green Geo Metro that was missing the rear bumper. 462 Getting out, I moved around to the front of the car and popped the hood. Inside there was a Pink gym bag sitting there. Peering around to make sure nobody was in sight; I opened the bag and immediately began kicking off my high heels. I pulled at the two buttons holding my stripper skirt together, and as it fell away, exposing my green and white panties, I grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans and began quickly tugging them up over my argyle socks. 463 I left my belly shirt in place and pulled a sensible yellow polo over it and ran my fingers through my hair to make it look less glamorous. After quickly adjusting myself, I kneeled down and picked up my heels and skirt, tossing them into the gym bag before closing the hood. 464 The change was drastic as I walked around the beat-up Geo Metro and opened the unlocked driver door. Compared to the whorish trust fund brat I'd been a moment ago, I looked downright normal, like I belonged in and advanced economics class at the local university or something. Kicking the pair of shoes on the floorboard aside, I slid into the stained driver's seat. Part of me wasn't surprised that the car was still here. Every day I hoped that I would show up, and it would just be gone, but who the hell would steal a Geo Metro? 465 I turned the key and waited as the engine struggled and coughed to life. An incessant wining sound echoed through the concrete structure for a few moments, like the wails of a dying animal waiting to be shot, before dissipating. This car was a serious shit box. 466 Wondering if today was going to be the day that this old girl finally gave up, I backed out of my parking spot, careful not to touch the Porsche, and wound my way back down to the ground floor. Just as I was pulling onto the street, my phone began to ring. 467 "Hey Dad," I said after swiping my screen. "I know I'm running late. My Chem Lab went over. I'm in my car right now though, and I should be there in ten," I assured him. 468 "Alright," he said. "I'll let your mother know that dinner will be in ten minutes then." 469 "See you soon," I called, before hanging up. 470 You're probably wondering, if this man on the phone was my father, then who's dick did I just suck for those car keys? Well, he wasn't my father. Charlie was a man of...very specific desires. Believe it or not, there are a lot of men like him. Men who have thoughts, and feelings, but know that they should never pursue them. I like to think of myself as a Role Play Therapist, helping grown men work through difficult feelings. Others would call me a hooker, or a prostitute. The truth is, I'm just another entrepreneur. I found a niche that needed filling and stepped right into it. 471 I never planned on doing any of this, it all just sort of happened. I had been in school for almost two years, working on my business degree, taking out student loans like every other kid. Well, I failed a class, and what most people fail to read in the fine print is that, if you fail a class, you have to pay for it before they will start doling out money for your tuition again. I was broke and screwed. 472 It all actually happened with Charlie, the guys whose cock was just in my mouth. He is a great guy. I had met him at a gym a few miles from my dorm. I'd been getting skeeved out by the guys that would just sit there and watch the coeds, so I needed something a little out of the way. I ran into Charlie there several times, and he was a gentleman. He was old enough to be my father, and he kind of acted like one, come to think of it. 473 He had seen me when I was freaking out about coming up with that kind of money. The last thing I'd wanted was to ask my parents for help. Charlie was in his own predicament. He was trying to make partner at his law firm, and one of the senior partners had suggested they talk about his future at the company, and invited him to a father daughter retreat that was for an organization that his own daughter attended. 474 The man had made a mistake. Charlie didn't have a daughter, not even a wife. Still, Charlie wanted to get an in with his boss, and screwed himself by not coming clean. Seeing that we could potentially help each other, he offered to give me a thousand dollars to be his daughter for the retreat. The money would have been just enough to cover the class I'd failed, so I jumped on it. 475 We came up with a story and a name, Jessica Slate, after Charlie Slate. I lived with my mother on the other side of the country, and I hardly ever got to see my dad. It was simple, with just enough of a vague relationship that it would be easy for there to be any gaps in our knowledge of each other. 476 The retreat went perfectly. We had a blast and won a bunch of the contests. Unlike the other teenage girls forced to attend with their dads, I was actually glad to be there. It was a five-star vacation. Charlie's boss was so impressed with our chemistry, and how great of a father he seemed, they bonded, and Charlie was promoted within the month. 477 The whole sex thing just sort of happened later. It was all over, and we were both excited to have pulled it off and done so well for that matter. We celebrated with some champagne, and one thing led to another and I was kissing him. 478 I have always had a little bit of a daddy complex. I don't know how, or why, but my father is probably the most attractive man that I know. It's not the kind of thing a girl admits, even to herself normally, but I was drunk, and I had just spent the last four days pretending to be his little girl. I kissed him, and things snowballed. My hand was down the front of his slacks, and my fingers were wrapped around his warm pulsing shaft when I called him Daddy. 479 "Please fuck me Daddy," I whispered into his lips. "Fuck your little girl!" 480 He literally ripped the clothes from my body, snapping buttons off to skid across the tiles. When I was left only in my panties, he shoved me to my knees, and bent me over his couch. He fucked me so hard, and so good, that I swear I must have lost consciousness for a moment, but I never stopped calling him Daddy as he fucked me, and he loved it. 481 In the morning we went our separate ways, both a little embarrassed by how we had acted the night before. I deposited the thousand dollars into my account and paid for my failed class. And that was the end of it...until I ran into Charlie a couple months later. 482 Charlie had gotten his job and made sure to thank me again for helping him out. He even offered to take me to dinner as an extra thank you. I wanted to say yes, but I felt like we had already strained the bonds of our relationship, it was better to remember it for what it had been, and not test it any further. In the end, I declined. It wasn't until the next week that I received a surprise call from him. He just came out and offered me five grand to be his daughter again, just me and him, at his place. 483 He was so nervous when he asked me, I thought it was kind of cute. Knowing that he wanted me that way, it made it easier to admit to myself that I wanted him in that way as well. And that was how Rent-A-Daughter was born. 484 Every so often Charlie would request my services. Sometimes it was just for a night, and other times it was for the whole weekend. You try to keep things pretty hush hush, but someone still found out, and one client became two, and then after that, I decided to expand my operation. 485 Online, Rent-A-Daughter is a top tier experience service catering to a wealthy clientele looking for a very select, and very discrete service. For the agreed upon price, I will become whoever you need me to be. Do you have a real daughter you want me to double? I can do that. I buy wigs to match, if needed, and for those who want the most authentic experience, I even go as far as dying and styling my hair to the client's needs. I also take requests for your dream daughter, should you want something specific. I'm not limited to playing just your daughter either. Did you want to seduce the mean boss's innocent little girl? I got you covered. Is your best friends' daughter just too much to resist? You can do that too. The only rule I had for our role play was, your daughter could be bribed, blackmailed, coerced, or enticed, but she could not be forced. There were just some fantasies I would not fuel. 486 With a business model like mine, you would be surprised how busy a girl can get. With my premium price point, I could even afford to be picky. I vet all my clientele beforehand, so I only do who, and what I'm comfortable with, and I take about one job a week, and always with advanced notice. In the beginning I took jobs as they came, but it quickly began effecting my classes. But, by limiting my availability, demand jumped through the roof allowing me to virtually set my own price. 487 In just under a year, I have moved out of the cramped dorms, and into a 1500 square foot apartment downtown. My bank account has slipped into the six figures, and that fancy white Porsche I just got done sucking dick for...that's actually mine. My parents can never know about how I got any of it, hence the need to drive my shit box Metro whenever I came over. The last thing I needed was for them to discover that their daughter was getting paid thousands of dollars to embrace some severe daddy issues. There might not be enough family therapy on the entire east coast to unravel that one. 488 My brakes squealed as I pulled to a stop out front of my parents' house. Letting the car idle for a moment while the lukewarm ac continued blowing, I reached down to the floormat and slipped on my tennis shoes before finally killing the engine and climbing out. 489 It was the same house I'd grown up in, the waist high chain link gating in the small front yard. The front steps were more worn, and the whole thing could have used a fresh coat of paint, but it was just as I remembered it growing up, right down to the notches our father had carved into the post every year, measuring how much we had grown. It all felt so small now though. 490 Not bothering to knock, I walked right on into the sounds of a ball game on the TV, and the delicious smells of roast wafting in from the kitchen. As soon as my dad saw me, he hopped to his feet and came over to give me a hug. 491 "Hey Sam! It's good to see you, Kiddo," my dad said, pulling me in for a hug. With his big arms around me, I breathed deep from his chest, filling my head with the smell of his old spice and manly musk, suppressing the pleasurable tremble that wanted to unfurl inside of me. 492 "It's great to see you, Dad, and Happy Anniversary," I said, forcing myself to pull away before things got weird. "Where's Mom?" 493 "Where do you think?" he asked, nodding to the kitchen. "Honey!" he called out over my head. "Your good for nothing daughter is here!" 494 "Tell her she's late!" my mother yelled back from the kitchen. 495 I followed the sound of my mom's voice to find her folding her apron and hanging it over the back of one of the dining chairs. She was wearing a yellow dress that went well with her tanned skin. Her long athletic legs stretched on forever, all the way down to her black high heels. She had turned forty the year before, and after a spell of depression from realizing she was getting older, she channeled her energies into gaining back some of her youth. Before, my mother had nothing to be ashamed about, but now if felt as if she were competing with me for who could have the best body. That last part probably wasn't true, but it felt like it some days. No, none of my clients would have objected to seeing me with my mother's figure, and if that was the body I had to look forward to in twenty years, I was both relieved and excited. 496 "As soon as your brother gets back with the ice, we'll be ready to eat," she said, scrutinizing the table one last time. 497 From the center of the table, steam rose from a dark glass baking dish containing a large hunk of meat that was so tender, it was literally falling apart, surrounded by potatoes and carrots and all the other delicious things that made pot roast so good. 498 "So, I'm not late then?" I asked, giving her a quick hug. "If Jarod isn't back?" 499 "No, it just means that you are both late." She smiled to take the sting from her words. "And my god, you couldn't dress up a little?" she asked, taking in my jeans and polo combo. 500 "I just got out of class," I lied, briefly imagining what her reaction might have been had I not taken the time to change before coming. "I came right over." 501 "I'll let it slide this time!" she said with mock severity. 502 After a few minutes my brother returned with the ice, dressed in a pair of khakis and a button up shirt. 503 "Glad to see you dressed up," he smirked as we sat down at the table, waiting for our parents to join us. 504 "I was running late," I said. "I didn't have time to change." 505 "It's six-thirty. What could you have been doing?" he asked. 506 "I killed a guy," I said, as if it were the most normal thing I could say. "He kept asking me all these questions like, 'where were you?', and 'what were you doing?'" I gave him a conspicuous look. "It took a really long time to get rid of the body." 507 "No, really," he asked, not buying into it for a second. 508 "Seriously," I said. "you wouldn't believe how much work goes into dismembering a corpse. Next time I'm just going to burn it." 509 "Plan on killing someone else then?" he asked, playing into it finally. 510 "Nothing planned," I shrugged, making sure our parents weren't looking as I reached for the roast and pulled off a steaming hot piece of meat, quickly popping it into my mouth. "but I am keeping my options open," I said between chews. 511 Our parents joined us with full glasses of wine, leaving the grape juice for the children. I listened to Jared try and convince them that eighteen was close enough for a glass of wine with dinner, but I was more than okay with waiting. 512 About halfway into our meal, I took a moment to acknowledge why we were all there, to celebrate my parents and their lasting marriage in a world filled with mail-order brides and drive-thru divorces. 513 "Congratulations Mom and Dad! Happy Twentieth Anniversary!" I said, raising my glass of grape juice. 514 "Thank you, guys!" They both smiled. 515 "So, what is it this year?" I asked. Every year, instead of getting each other gifts, they got one thing and shared it. Vacations, cars, whatever it was, they picked it together. 516 "We're finally going to Paris!" my mom said with a giant smile. My father looked a little nervous, but it was most likely his aversion to objects weighing hundreds of thousands of tons in metal, soaring through the sky like they were propelled by magic. 517 My parents had been talking about Paris for years. I was actually excited for them. The Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, the Notre Dame Cathedral, not to mention French accents and French men. So much of Paris is going to be wasted on them, I sighed to myself. 518 *** *** *** 519 I felt a little worn out when I finally made it back to my own apartment. I loved my parents, and I was happy for them, but sometimes when I was over there, they would forget that I would have to go home eventually. 520 Chapter 3.2 After tossing my keys onto the counter, I kicked off my shoes and enjoyed the thick smushy carpet on my bare feet. After making my way to my room, I slipped out of my jeans, and finally got out of that tiny belly shirt I'd been wearing under my polo all night. Pulling on a white tank top, I wrapped my black and red silk dressing gown around my body and poured a glass of wine. Taking a sip, I opened the wall safe in my walk-in closet, and removed my laptop and a stack of file folders. 522 I got all nice and comfy on my chase lounge and started checking my emails and website. You could call it a downside to running a successful business, but I actually enjoyed it. The majority of my correspondence could be enjoyed in a bubble bath with wine and candles. The emails are where I learned who they needed me to be. Whenever I was physically with a client, I was their daughter, and I made it a point to never break character. I think it was a service my clients appreciated. 523 This was actually how I spent most of my nights, sipping a few glasses of wine while I read all of the dirty things people wanted to do with their own daughters. 524 I checked the Members Requests on my web page, and three of my Daddies had put in requests for specific dates. It wasn't uncommon. Some of these guys had real daughters and wives to work around. Especially for Frank, he was trying to book me over two months in advance. His daughter must be going out of town for another volleyball competition. He would have the whole house to himself for the entire weekend. He liked to have me stay the night. I would sleep in his daughter's room, and he would come in in the middle of the night and fuck me quietly so we wouldn't wake Mommy. Occasionally he would want me to sneak into his bed and seduce him too, but he usually wanted to be the aggressor. My panties were wet just thinking about him slipping into my bed in the middle of the night again. 525 Peter on the other hand liked to take me out. We would go two towns over and make a whole weekend of it. He would take me shopping, to the movies, maybe we would play miniature golf. The whole time I would call him Dad, or Daddy. To anyone we met, we were a father and daughter. It made the things we did to each other in public when they weren't looking, and back at the hotel, feel that much naughtier. 526 I checked my inbox and was delighted to see new mail. I loved first time clients. I loved how nervous they were, and how real it made it feel for me, like they were actually fucking their daughter for the first time. It was by far the biggest rush I ever experienced with clients. You only fucked your daughter for the first time once. 527 Dear Samantha, (my heart jumped for a moment seeing my own name. It was silly though. It was a common name. It was customary for potential clients, and clients alike, to refer to me by the name they wanted me to take on.) 528 Dear Samantha, 529 We found your website, and after long consideration have decided to request your services. I am not sure if you take on couples, but my husband and I would like to Rent-A-Daughter for a full evening (including the overnight). We know that you are selective and could provide censored photos if you require, but we would really prefer to remain anonymous for now. If it means anything, I can assure you that we are both in excellent physical condition. 530 That wasn't uncommon. Eventually I would see their faces, and get to know the real them, but people found it so hard to attach photos in their emails to me. I got it, some creep could just be collecting them, or posting them online for everyone to see. I continued reading. 531 Our fantasy. 532 We are all on a family vacation. After a long day of having fun, we go back to our hotel rooms, but just as we are about to settle in for some Mommy-Daddy time, you knock on our door. A pipe broke, and your room is flooded. We tell you that you can stay with us. You put your stuff down and strip down to your panties and a t-shirt and crawl into bed between us. 533 After the lights go out, you begin shifting slightly. We are so close together that we can feel your soft skin and curves. You're curious, and you begin touching in the dark. You can feel your father's soft lump against your bottom, and you shift more against it. After teasing him, you guide your father's cock into your pussy while you face me. As his cock slowly fills you, your hands will touch my body, seducing me while I am unaware that you are filled with your daddy's cock. 534 I had to stop reading. I set down my wine glass, and my fingers dove into my panties. I shut my eyes tight and threw my head back as I fingered myself, rapidly stroking my sensitive clit until I quickly burst with a small pathetic cry. 535 My breath came in gasps as I fanned myself. That was hot. The girl they wanted didn't seem to have any motivation to kick off this whole seduction, but did she really need one? Couldn't their fantasy daughter just want to fuck her parents? And God, I wasn't gay, but I'd never thought about doing a mommy and a daddy at the same time. How dirty and ballsy would that be, to fuck your father while you slept between him and your mother, and while he was fucking you, you started seducing her too? If I didn't stop working myself up, I was just going to sit there all-night creaming myself. 536 They wanted next weekend, which was really soon, especially for a new client trying to find an opening in the rotation. On the other hand, it was for the Saturday-Sunday block, which was actually open. I barely had to even think about it. I replied with a form acceptance, letting them know to provide me with my (their daughter's) details. All the things I would need to know to play her. Hair color, eye color, dress style, attitude and demeanor, and anything else they might think I would need to know. I'd even gotten a fake tattoo once just to go the extra mile. Hey, if a client was willing to pay the eight grand for an overnight, I'll dye my hair and shave my pubes into a shamrock if that's how he thinks his daughter wears it. 537 After hitting send, I decided to call it a night. I was still all tingly from my orgasm, and I was feeling just perfect to slip right off to sleep. 538 I spent the weekend getting my oil changed in my Porsche, and then I went to the weekend markets on the south side. It was mostly second or third hand stuff, or new junk, but sometimes you could find some cool stuff, or get a bargain on something someone knows nothing about. It's how I got my first edition of Gray's Anatomy. The person selling it thought it was something about the TV show, not knowing that it was a textbook that was over a hundred years old. 539 During the week, I attended my classes at college. I might be making quite a bit of money being Daddy's Little Hooker, but this was more of a short-term business venture. I would get older eventually, and it wouldn't be quite so easy to play the part of a teenage girl any longer. This would pay for all of my college and leave me with a nice little nest egg to get my life going once I graduated. I think I would miss the kinkiness of it all, but over the next two years I will have hopefully gotten that itch well and truly scratched. 540 Friday night, I had a pizza night with my Daddy Mark. Him and his little girl watched scary movies in their pajamas, and then I asked him if we could do our special thing, if I kept it secret from mommy that was. Being the nice daddy that he was, he let me suck on his fat cock for a while before he made sweet love to me right there on the living room floor. 541 Back home at my apartment, I washed out the temporary black dye from my hair, lightening it back up to my natural dark chestnut. Tomorrow I would be Samantha and she was a brunette. I still smiled thinking about it. It was the first time that I'd ever needed to be a Samantha. I had been an Emily twice, and a Rebecca four times, but never Samantha. It was going to feel weird hearing my own name on a job. I wondered if it would make it better for me. Would it add a little extra to my side of the fantasy? 542 After wrapping a towel around my head, I went over my notes. I was supposed to be fresh out of high school, on a family vacation to celebrate my graduation. I was supposed to be very grateful for the trip. Let's see...brown hair, brown eyes... I had those covered already. No need for more hair dye or contacts. They wanted me to be a little bratty, whatever that meant. For the most part though, their needs were more physical than anything. They were very specific about their fantasy, and they wanted it to play out just like they had described. 543 I found my hand once again between my thighs as I thought about their fantasy, and who I was going to become for them. I didn't know which part got me more wet, the thought of someone else there in the room watching me get fucked by my 'Daddy', or that I was going to have my first Mommy too. I'd never been with another girl before, and the thought of it was both nerve wracking, and exciting. After I had booked them, and quoted a price, I had wondered if I shouldn't have charged them more for the two of them, but I had been so turned on thinking about both of them there with me, I hadn't even considered the money. 544 I still had hours to go until it was time to go and meet my parents. Sighing, I pulled my fingers from my needy little pussy and set my notes aside. I was currently a bundle of sexual frustration, and I wanted to hold on to that for later. It always helped when they could feel how much I needed it, how much their daughters had needed it. 545 I waited until two hours before time to do my makeup, wanting it to be as fresh as possible. I was supposed to have been woken in the middle of the night by a pipe bursting, but that was just semantics. They were paying, and I wanted their daughter to make their hearts stop when they saw me. For my hair, I used a curling iron to put some waves into it, and then teased it out a bit to give it a wild sleepy look. It made me look adorable, and it was only a step shy of becoming sex hair, which was my ultimate goal. 546 When the clock finally struck 11pm, I pulled on a cute top and a pair of pink and black Victoria Secret pajama pants. My breasts bounced and jiggled freely underneath the tank top, lending some authenticity to my costume. 547 I drove my white Porsche downtown to the Hilton and took the valet ticket offered to me as I stepped out. If anyone was curious as to what I was doing driving around in my PJ's, no one mentioned it. I had seen girls being escorted from hotels for prostitution before, and even a few times while I myself was working, but one thing I have learned is no one bothers you with those kinds of accusations when you show up in a Porsche. They just open doors and smile, whether you look like you're there to fuck a congressman, or just like you're running late to a slumber party. 548 The lobby was quiet as I passed straight through to the elevators. I'd been here before and had a pretty good idea of where I was going. I hit the button for the seventeenth floor and leaned back against the railing as I made my ascent. 549 It had been a long time since I had felt this nervous before a job. Sure, there was always that excitement, knowing that I was about to be a very naughty girl for someone, but my hands hadn't shaken since those first few times, now my entire body felt like it was vibrating. I wasn't scared, or apprehensive, I was just nervous and excited. My first Mommy, my first threesome, and the first time someone would ever see me with a Daddy. It was going to be so hot having someone watching me being fucked! 550 It felt like the elevator was moving slower and slower, and then it stopped randomly at the fifteenth floor before finally continuing up to the seventeenth. The bell sounded, and the doors opened out into a long hall. Turning right, I headed all the way down to the end and turned left. Room 1734 was at the end of the hall staring at me as I approached. It appeared that my parents had gotten a suite. All the rooms at the ends of these halls were suites. 551 Reaching up, I tousled my hair a bit. I didn't have an exact time to show up, only after 11:30pm, so now was as good a time as any. Nervously, I reached out and knocked. Silence followed, and I knocked again. Just as I pulled my hand back, I heard the sound of the lock turning inside. 552 "Mom? Dad?" I said in my best sleepy voice as the door opened. "My room flooded, can I-" 553 I never even finished my line. Staring back at me was my mother wearing a sexy black and red chemise that left her long tanned legs exposed. My real mother. 554 "Shit!" she breathed. 555 "Who is it honey?" my father's voice called from behind the door curiously. 556 His head popped around the door, and he froze as well. For the longest time nobody moved as shock gripped us. My parents had hired an escort, and their daughter showed up. My life couldn't get any more ruined than this. 557 "It's not what it looks like," I tried, backing away from the horrified looks on my parents faces. 558 I got a few feet from the door before I stumbled, and after that I just turned and ran down the hall and around the corner, all the way to the elevator. I made it down to the lobby and out of the hotel before I realized where I was. A man was shutting the driver side door of my car for me when I snapped back out of my daze. 559 My parents just found out that their daughter was a prostitute. I could try to come up with fancy words to describe what I did, like Role Play Therapist, or Simulated Family Bonding Specialist, but the truth was, they knew their daughter fucked people for money. And worse, they also knew that I pretended to be having incestuous relations with these men. There were some things that your parents should never know about you, and this was on the top of that list. Honestly, I would have rather they thought I was a hitman, or a bank robber. 560 My phone didn't start ringing until I was nearly home. I didn't even have to look to know that it was my parents. There was no one else who could be calling me after midnight. I hit ignore. I hit it six more times before it finally stopped ringing. 561 Inside my apartment, I collapsed against the front door and slid down to the floor. What were the odds that something like this would happen? And what the hell were my parents doing looking for a hooker here? They were supposed to be in Paris. I had seen their passports! 562 I was numb. My stomach felt like a hollow pit of endless despair. I didn't even want to move, I just lay on my side and curled into a ball right there next to the front door. How was I ever going to look at them again? Part of me thought of simply running, grabbing my stuff and getting in my car and just driving away, but I knew that wasn't really an option. It might feel like I was being ripped apart from shame, but I knew I couldn't walk away from my whole life. I'd put way too much work into it. 563 A pathetic wining sound emanated from my curled-up form and I tried to block out the cruel world that seemed to take pleasure in tormenting me. 564 *** *** *** 565 So, the carpet was actually pretty comfortable. I cried a little and then fell asleep. When I woke up, I still felt like crap, but at least I was rested. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. I wasn't sure I could eat anything anyway. After my time laying there, I concluded that I was more upset that my father knew what I was doing than my mother. He had just found out that his little girl liked to call older men Daddy when she fucked them for money. 566 If I had just been some regular hooker that they asked to play their daughter, it wouldn't have felt nearly as bad. They would have thought I was messed up, sure, but they wouldn't be thinking I was some sick pervert that wanted to fuck her father. What really hurt was that I was that person. I might have accidentally found this career, but I was so good at it because I knew how strong my own fantasies could be. And the sad thing was, I was probably more myself with those men paying to fuck me than I had ever been with my own family. I got to be the slutty daughter I could never be at home and it had been freeing. That was until my parents had just discovered my secret. Now it just felt like a cage shrinking, crushing me. 567 I finally found the energy to pull myself up off the floor and I made some coffee. I already didn't know how I was going to get through this day, there was no way I would be able to manage it uncaffeinated. 568 After my second cup I pulled out all of my files, along with my laptop, and stacked them all on the dining table. In that pile was everything associated with Rent-A-Daughter Enterprises. Every client I'd ever had, every fantasy, notes on every Daughter I'd played, and little details about my Daddies so that I could make our time together that much more personal. I had even catalogued when each of them had given me little gifts, like a pair of diamond studs, my Chanel bag, or even the string of pearls. The longer I stared at it, the more I thought about burning it all. How was I supposed to go back to normal now? Or at least my version of normal? My company was over. I wasn't sure I would be able to be with those men, and not be thinking about my own parents, and not in the fun way that I used to. 569 My phone chimed like tinkling crystals and I picked it up. It was the sound I had set for my bank notifications. Not expecting any deposits, I opened the app to make sure everything was okay. I had just received an automated payment of eight thousand dollars from an escrow account. It was the money my clients had placed for last night. It was a requirement for new clients, I didn't like handling cash, so they would place the money into an account that would pay out at a certain time. They must not have stopped the payment. 570 Closing my banking app, I saw the little bubble notifying me that I had several missed calls. With my phone already in my hands, I decided to check my messages and get it out of the way. There were a number of messages and I began cycling through them. 571 "Sam, call me back," my mother's voice came through the speakers. 572 "Sam, answer your phone. None of this is what it looks like," she pleaded in another message. 573 "Please call me back." 574 "Honey, this is your mother." Her voice sounded tired. "We really need to talk about this, it's important." 575 "It's your mom again. Are you okay? I get that you might not want to talk to us right now, and that you probably hate us, but please let me know that you're okay." She sounded really worried, and I was beginning to feel like a bit of a jerk. Had she even slept yet? 576 "Samantha, your father and I just want a chance to talk. We want to try and explain. It was all only a fantasy. It had nothing to do with you. It's our twentieth anniversary, and I just wanted to do something to spice things up. Don't blame your father, this wasn't his idea. He loves you so much and would never do anything to hurt you. We made a huge mistake, and we're sorry. We understand that it might be uncomfortable to be alone with us right now, so we wanted to know if you would meet us for dinner. You haven't been answering your phone, so we will be at the hotel restaurant until 10pm. Please come and talk to us." 577 It was the last message. It was still early, and they were probably at the restaurant, already waiting for me. Listening to the messages made everything feel like it wasn't quite as bad as I'd thought, but at the same time it hurt too, especially when my mother took all the blame so that I wouldn't be mad at my dad. Would it have really been so bad for my parents to have been into sex with their own daughter? Moments before that door had opened, my pussy had been soaked thinking about getting a chance to pretend that I was fucking my mom and dad. 578 Chapter 3.3 When that door opened, everything had changed. My fantasy and reality collided, and I freaked out. So, my parents knew that I was an incest loving freak, they weren't exactly innocent themselves. It still sucked that they now knew what I was doing while I was off at college, but if I was an escort, they were the ones paying me for sex. It's not exactly the profession one wishes for their only daughter, but I had turned a simple business ideal into a thriving enterprise. What other student at my school could say the same thing? I drove a fucking Porsche that I paid for myself. 580 As I sat stewing in my thoughts, the minutes turned, and hours passed. I watched the last few seconds slip away as the clock struck 10pm, and then I hopped to my feet. I was still wearing my pajamas from the night before, but they wouldn't do. I flipped through the racks of clothing I had crammed into my walk-in closet, looking for something to wear. I had some severely sexy outfits, but I passed them all by. Instead, I chose a faded and worn jean skirt, and a black spaghetti strap top with wedge sandals. 581 I ran a brush through my hair and put on a little bit of makeup before grabbing my purse. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the elevator doors, and it was a far cry from the effort I had put in the night before. This was pretty much what I looked like when I found my way to campus for classes. Simple, cute, fun. I had my hair down and straightened with my bangs swept to the side. Not too much make up, but definitely enough to make my eyes pop accentuating the tawny-orange hidden in my brown eyes the way I liked. The doors opened into the parking structure and I quickly exited, mashing the button on my keys that would start my car. I climbed inside and found myself racing down to the ground level and onto a quite evening street. 582 My parents were probably still waiting for me. I could just see my mother patting my father's arm, telling him to wait just a few more minutes. I blew through a stop sign and a red light as my mind raced right alongside my engine. I didn't have a plan for anything. There were all these pieces—things to say, and feelings mixed with ideas—but I couldn't sort them all out. 583 When I stepped out of my car in front of the hotel, my knee buckled slightly, and I felt a little weak. I passed off my keys to a valet and rushed inside. Not even needing the signage, I found the restaurant, but it was nearly empty. Only a few people still sat at their tables eating desserts or sipping wine, and my parents weren't in sight. 584 Fighting back a cowardly urge to give up and go home, I made my way back to the elevator and took it up to the seventeenth floor. If I had been trembling the night before, I was practically quaking now. I felt lightheaded as my heart painfully hammered the insides of my chest. As I walked slowly down the hall, I kept plucking at the frayed strings dangling at the hem of my jean skirt. 585 Was I actually going to do this? My mind screamed in panic with every step I took, but it said nothing. I wouldn't let it. The moment I had stepped off the elevator I was committed, and I wouldn't allow a stray thought to form that could threaten to stop me. 586 I could feel the wetness finally reach my thighs as my pussy finally soaked through my panties, and my clit was swollen and throbbing in time with my thundering heart. 587 When I finally reached the door, I paused to try and work some moisture back into my mouth. I still didn't know what I was going to say, or what I was going to do. All I knew was that I wasn't leaving until my parents had fucked me. 588 My knuckles rapped softly on the door and I was so afraid to make a sound that I wasn't sure they would have been able to hear it. I waited for a long moment, and just as I reached up, hoping I would be able to make myself knock a little louder, the door opened quickly. 589 My mom was standing in the doorway wearing a black knee-length cocktail dress and my father stood a few feet behind her in his black slacks and white long sleeve dress shirt. They were still dressed from dinner. My dad's eyes met mine instantly, then quickly danced away before finding me again. It seemed like he was unable to maintain eye contact with me for more than a few seconds before his eyes nervously darted away to look at anything else. 590 "We thought you weren't going to come," my mom said, smiling gratefully as she held a hand to her heart. "Please, come in." She stepped to the side. 591 I entered into a type of lounge/sitting area, and there was a little dance where we all moved around, and they tried to keep a ten-foot buffer between all of us. My mother and father weren't even standing together. 592 "Should we sit?" Mom asked. 593 Dad sat on the chair by the table in the corner. When I didn't move to sit on the love seat behind me my mom remained standing as well. Dad looked as if he might get back up, but thought better of it and just folded his hands in his lap. 594 "We're really sorry that any of this happened. The last thing we would have ever wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable around us," my mother began very responsibly. "As I'm sure you know, fantasy isn't..." 595 I stood there numb and shivering as my body threatened to go into mild shock. A high pitch tone grew, and all sound faded away as I watched my mother's lips move. She kept clasping her hands at her waist, and for some reason it made me think of one of those fifties' wives on TV. Her long dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders in waves, and I found my eyes always coming back to the small tease of round cleavage created by her black dress. It had an open back and fit snugly, showing off her excellent body before flaring out down to her knees. My father nodded along to my mother's silent speech, his hands folded in his lap and his knee jerking nervously. 596 "...I hope you understand," my mother said, the deafening sound finally fading away. "And know that you never need to worry about us respecting you or your personal boundaries. You are our daughter, and all we want to do is protect you." 597 My heart raced as we all stood there in silence. I had no clue what my mother had said, but she'd finally stopped talking, and seemed to be waiting for me. This was it. If I was going to do something it had to be now. I had expertly played out scenarios much similar to this one dozens of times with other clients, but it was so much different now that it was real. There were real consequences here. If this went badly, I would never be able to go back home, which was actually worse than it was right now. Right now, things would just be extremely awkward for however long it took for two of us to die, but I would still have a family. It was a lot to risk, and I was scared. Hell, I was petrified, but if I didn't do something now, it would turn into one of those family secrets you never bring up again, and I would lose my chance. 598 "Mom," I said quietly, scaring myself with my own voice. After that single word, I couldn't find more. I took a step closer to her, and then another, scrutinizing her reaction. I was right in front of her, a foot away when my arms reached out and she pulled me into a hug. 599 I let her. She seemed so relieved, like it was all over. She held on for a bit longer before her grip on me loosened, but when her arms were gone, I never backed away. I stood toe to toe with my mother, staring into her eyes. My hand moved up to the back of her neck as I brought my lips to hers, barely letting them brush. 600 Holding there, I whispered smokily. "Mom." I swallowed hard, really feeling my nerves kicking into overdrive. "I need to ask you a favor," I said, letting my lips brush against hers in a whisper of a kiss. 601 Her eyes were closed, her mouth tipped up in waiting, and she looked dazed as she swayed slightly back and forth. Taking a half a step back, I left my fingers to run along her neck as I slowly slipped around her frozen body until I was behind her with my breast pressed firmly into her back. One hand rested on her hip, holding her against me, and the other rested softly around her throat as I set my lips right next to her ear. I had to take a few deep breaths before I was finally able to summon enough courage to say what I needed to say. 602 "Can you show me how Daddy likes his cocked sucked?" I whispered into her ear, in what I hoped was the most slutty-sweet tone I could muster. 603 No one even breathed. Nobody moved. It was as if they hadn't even heard me. I was quickly losing my nerve, and I made a drastic move. With my hand still resting on my mother's throat, I let my other hand slide down her body, over her smooth tummy and further down. My hand forced the thin black material of her dress to press into the valley where her legs met. I could feel the hem of the little thong she was wearing underneath, but I let my fingers travel even further. When I brushed against her clit, my mother gasped, and staggered, falling back into me. I was more than ready to support her though, tightening my grip on her throat slightly as I held her body against mine. 604 While Mom came to grips with her daughter's hands on her pussy, I watched my father. My eyes had never left him since my hand began traveling down. He'd just sat there, transfixed as he watched my slow descent. He still hadn't looked up either, and I was sure his eyes were glued to my fingers as they stroked his wife's pussy. 605 "Do you like that, Daddy?" I asked, feeling so empowered and dominating in that moment. "Doesn't mom look so hot?" I purred. "Do you want to see more?" 606 I didn't wait for him to answer. He still looked near catatonic, and I was so high on adrenaline and lust that nothing he said would have mattered anyway. Grabbing at the fabric, I slowly bunched it up in my hand, exposing more and more of her tanned thighs. I climbed up on my tippy toes looking over my mom's shoulder as her panties came into view. It was a tiny black thong, and she looked so young and sexy. Pinning her skirt with my forearm, I slipped my hand back down, this time working my fingers inside her panties. A moan escaped my mother's lips as my fingers reached her wet pussy, and her hips shifted as she squirmed her tight body against mine. 607 "That's it, Mommy," I said, sliding my fingers along her slit. Every time I brushed against her clit, her body would give a little jolt. I quickly found myself in a rhythm, doing all the things I like to do when I'm alone at night with my fantasies. She began grinding against me with a purpose, chasing my fingers as I brought her closer to the brink. She never opened her eyes or tried to stop me. Her arms just hung limp at her sides as she let me drive her closer and closer to orgasm. 608 With a choked back cry of ecstasy, my mother's hand finally shot over her shoulder, grabbing onto the back of my neck and holding onto me as her body trembled and her hips thrashed under my touch. 609 I laid sweet kisses on her neck as she slowly came down from her high. As she did, I removed my hand from her panties, and raised it to my lips. It was the first time my father had looked up, and his eyes followed my fingers all the way to my mouth. I made sure to suck them extra-long for him, lapping up every last drop of my mother's juices. When I was finally satisfied, I turned my mother's chin towards me and kissed her on the mouth. I was surprised when I parted my lips slightly and her tongue reached out for mine. I let our kiss linger, enjoying the soft touch of her lips and the way her tongue caressed mine. When our kiss finally parted, I opened my eyes to see my father adjusting his erection, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment when he saw me catch him. 610 "So, how about it, Mom," I asked, eyeing my father hungrily. "are you ready to teach me how to suck dad's cock now?" 611 This might not have been the fantasy they had paid for, but they wanted to fuck their daughter. Actually getting to fuck their daughter should have trumped any fantasy version anyway, besides, this was for me too, and as much as I enjoyed the roleplay, I actually wanted this to be real. The real me, and the real them. We didn't need a script for that. 612 Was I teasing them, playing it up so to speak? Sure, but I had to seduce them into it somehow. A fantasy was one thing, but would a parent really be okay with fucking their child? All the guys paying me thousands of dollars to pretend were proof that it wasn't likely. Fantasy was one thing, but reality was a whole new set of problems. I needed both of my parents to be all-in before they could start protesting about what was right, and the way things were looking, I had already set the snowball running. 613 "Come on, Mommy," I whispered, taking her hand and walking her closer to my dad where he still sat in that armchair by the corner. 614 As we approached, I kicked off my sandals and lowered myself to my knees, guiding my mother down with me. Kneeling in front of my father, I took my mother's hands in mine and placed them in my dad's lap. I began undoing the belt on his slacks, and Mom didn't seem to need any more encouragement to begin on his button and zipper. 615 When my fingers hooked into his boxers, I thought I'd lost him. His hands snapped around my wrists, stopping me. his eyes were shut tight, and it looked as if he was trying to control his breathing. His hands held me for a moment, but when I finally moved mine, pulling his underwear down, his hands moved with mine. 616 "Oh, Daddy!" I said, unable to stop the laugh of delight that escaped my throat when his cock flopped into view. 617 "Your dad is rather large," my mother said, finally breaking her silence. She actually had a small smile of pride on her lips. 618 "He's fucking huge!" I said, staring at it in awe. It was easily the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It wasn't just the length, that was only an inch or so bigger, but the girth. My heart fluttered just thinking about it stretching my pussy. 619 "So, what does Daddy like?" I asked curiously, unable to take my eyes from my father's swelling shaft. 620 "He likes a lot of things," Mom smiled, wrapping her fingers around Dad's cock as she scooted closer between his legs. "First, he likes it when you tickle the underside of his tip with your tongue," she instructed, leaning forward giving his frenulum a series of rapid flicks. 621 "All boys like that, Mom," I said. 622 "Maybe," she said, shrugging as she gave my dad's big cock a few strokes. "The more spit the better. He loves it when I make a mess for him," she added. "And he doesn't care if you can fit the whole thing in your mouth. Anything farther than the halfway point is pretty much wasted effort. It will save you some time and energy so you can focus on the more important bits." 623 Putting her advice into action, my mother spit onto my father's cock, and began sucking in slow sensual bobs while she stroked the lower half of his shaft. I watched, and listened as she moaned with her mouth full, slurping and sucking while my father kept looking from her and then back to me, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. After a minute or so when she was sure I'd gotten the idea, my mother backed up, opening room for me. 624 Having finally broken through to my mom, a lot of the anxiety I'd been feeling had lifted. I was still nervous and excited, but I was no longer alone trying to seduce the both of them. My mom was right beside me, and between her and I, Daddy didn't stand a chance. 625 This was really it. My heart fluttered irregularly as I settled onto my knees between my dad's thighs. I could still see the shine from my mom's spit coating his head and shaft. I was actually doing this. My heart hammered and my palms felt like they were dripping with sweat. Knowing I would never be able to calm my nerves, I tried to settle for controlling them. Trying to work moisture into my mouth, I reached out and took his shaft into my hand. 626 He felt soft and hard like every other cock, but his was so much heavier. I touched it, exploring its mesmerizing shape. I had barely met it, and I was already in love, and I was sure it had to do with the person it was attached to. I peered up to my father, and I wasn't at all surprised to see his eyes shut and his head tilted back to the ceiling, afraid to watch. 627 "Daddy?" I said, stroking his cock. "Daddy, I want you to remember this," I said, squeezing his cock playfully. "I want you to remember the first time your daughter put your cock inside of her." 628 Whether for my vulgarity, or my promise, his eyes snapped open, looking down at me. As soon as his eyes were on me, I spread my lips and let his cock slide into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. My jaw was stretched wide around him and I could feel his silky skin gliding along my tongue. I let myself moan in pleasure. I had been fantasizing about this for years and had used other men to try and fulfil my desires, but there was nothing to compare it to. My real Daddy's cock was better than my wildest fantasies. 629 I just held him there, savoring my first taste of him, as I watched him savor his first taste of me. Finally, I drew back, taking a breath as I flicked my tongue on his sensitive tip. 630 He shuddered, but his eyes never left mine again. I opened my mouth, and took his cock back inside, sucking not just for his pleasure, but for my own as well. I lost track of time as I licked, and sucked, and drooled all over him. My body felt like it was on fire, and my pussy dripped and ached as I squirmed on my knees with Daddy's cock stuffed in my face. 631 When a hand began rubbing the small of my back I was surprised. I'd been so lost in my dad in front of me that I'd forgotten about Mom. She hadn't forgotten about me though. Her hands moved slowly over my body, even moving around to cup my breast and give them a deliciously hard squeeze. When I felt her fingers at the hem of my skirt, I lifted up off my heels and she tugged my jean skirt up my waist, exposing my bright orange and purple thong. With my skirt out of the way, her hands roamed over my ass teasingly. 632 Unsatisfied with her access, my mom lifted me up by my hips, positioning me up on my knees with my but in the air for her. Her hands quickly returned, and my panties were pulled to the side. When her fingers first touched me, I thought I'd cum. I'd been aching for so long that even the slightest touch was pure bliss. 633 As her fingers explored me, I tried to keep focus on the cock at hand, but it became harder and harder, especially when I realized that the new, wonderful sensation I was feeling on my pussy, weren't my mother's fingers. Watching my father's eyes widen, something warm and incredibly soft began darting quickly over my swollen clit. Trying to keep focus on my cock sucking, it took me a moment to feel my mother's cheeks pressing against my ass as she licked my pussy. 634 My mother was licking my pussy. 635 I said it in my head again. My mother is licking my pussy! 636 I came. 637 My body shuddered violently as I cried out my pleasure around my Daddy's cock in my mouth. My mother's tongue continued thrashing, and I held out for as long as I could before it became too much, and I had to take his cock out of my mouth and push my mother away. Holding onto my dad's wet shaft, I gasped for breath as my climax slowly left me. 638 As satisfying as my orgasm had been, I could still feel that ache deep in my stomach that needed something more. My mom's mouth had felt incredible, but I needed to be filled, and fucked. If ever my dad would be ready to fuck me, it was now. He'd already gone too far to stop now. 639 Getting to my feet, I leaned in close to his ear and whispered. "You don't know how long I've wanted this too," I admitted feeling some color stain my cheeks as I shared my deepest darkest secret with my father. "Every guy I've ever been with has been you. Now...it's your turn." 640 Chapter 3.4 Taking his hand, I guided him to his feet, and hoping that he would follow on his own, I turned away and began walking slowly towards the open door leading to the bedroom. As I went, I unzipped my skirt, and pushed it down my hips to the floor, leaving them behind in my wake. I then pulled off my tank-top and bra, leaving me in just my little orange and purple thong as I turned the corner into the bedroom. 642 Crossing my arms in front of my naked chest teasingly, I crawled up onto the bed and turned to face the door to pose sexily. I was on my knees with my legs spread so they would be able to see my cute panties, and my arms covering my naked chest. Another moment passed, and then my mother entered, followed quickly by my father, holding his pants closed over his hardon. 643 My mom crawled up onto the bed with me and crossed her legs as she sat to one side with an eager smile on her face. We both turned our attention to my father, and he blushed under our gaze. 644 "Do you have to watch?" he asked nervously. It was the first thing he'd said that I could remember. 645 "Yes!" I said, biting my lip excitedly. 646 He hesitated, then began unbuttoning his shirt. This was nothing I hadn't scene at the pool, but it was still pleasant to watch. There might have been more gray in his chest hair than brown, but he had the body of a twenty-year-old with nice pecs and hard abs. Add to that a cock like a god? It was all too much to wish for. Still, even if he had none of that, this was still going to be the hottest fuck of my life. 647 As my father kicked off his pants, his eyes danced from my mother and back to me. He still looked as if he wasn't sure this was really happening, or like this was all some elaborate joke and I was about to ask him if he wanted some cookies, and then Chris Hansen from Dateline was going to pop out. It was kind of cute because I could see how much he wanted it. He was struggling so hard to be a good dad, and good daddies didn't fuck their little girls. Well, news flash, the best daddies did! 648 "We're really doing this," my father breathed, stepping up to the edge of the bed, his hands awkwardly in front of his erection. He looked to my mother, and she looked to me. They were both nervous, but protective as well. Nodding my complete and utter consent, I rocked back to sit on my butt, and hooked my thumbs in my panties. With cat like agility, I peeled them down my legs and off in one fluid motion, leaving me on my back, and as naked as they day these two had me twenty years ago. 649 My real daddy climbed onto the bed on his knees, and my mother took my hand beside me. His cock stood like a granite pillar in front of him, bobbing excitedly at irregular intervals. His gaze traveled back up my naked body, and his tawny eyes locked with their twins in mine, making my heart flutter wildly. 650 "Isn't it about time you fucked your little girl?" I asked, crooking a finger for him as I finally parted my thighs. 651 Upon seeing his daughter's pussy for the first time, he sat there on his heels stunned. 652 "Daddy?" I called playfully. "Daddy?" I said a little louder when he didn't respond. "Hey, Dad!" I said even sharper, closing my legs so he could focus. "I know this should probably be your line, but it isn't like it's going to fuck itself." 653 My mother let out a guffaw as she tried to suppress her laughter beside me. 654 Sitting up, I grabbed his cock, feeling it throb violently in my grip, and pulled him to me as I laid back down. Spreading my legs for him, I maneuvered him right up to my entrance, letting his tip brush against my wet folds. 655 "Are you ready, Daddy?" I asked, slipping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me. His chest hair tickled my breasts, and the smell of him filled me, making my pussy overflow with arousal. 656 "Are you sure baby?" he asked. 657 "Are you serious?" I asked in return. "I've thought about this for so long. And I just had your dick in my mouth five seconds ago," I said with a little snark. "Isn't it a little late for the whole 'should we be doing this' thing?" 658 "Hey, I'm your father," he said lifting up slightly to look me in the eyes. "I have to ask these things. And don't be a brat." 659 "Or you'll turn this car around?" I finished. Feeling my pussy drip even more as my real father finally began to reemerge. 660 "We don't have to-" he began, easing back from me. 661 "No-No-No!" I pleaded, hooking my ankles around his waist to stop him. "I'll be good. I promise! Just don't make me wait anymore." I tried pulling him closer to my pussy again, but he was so strong that he never even budged from my efforts. "Mommy?" I said, looking to her for help. 662 "Stop teasing me and fuck her!" My mother surprised me. "This is so hot!" 663 I looked to my side and saw my mother with her dress pulled up in the front, touching her pussy as she watched us. Wherever her thong was, it was no longer on her person. I had a clear view of her shaved, silky smooth pussy, and she was working slow sensual circles around her clit slowly stoking the fire deep in her loins. 664 "Are you ready, Baby Girl?" my dad asked as he settled himself between my thighs once again. I could feel his cock resting heavily on my pelvis before he reached between us and positioned himself at my entrance. 665 My chest was filled to bursting with this overwhelming warmth as I felt the steady pressure of him just waiting to slide into me and stretch me open. I swallowed hard as I nodded to him, unable to even speak. His lips kissed my forehead, and then he brought his mouth lower, brushing his lips against mine tentatively. My lips clung to his, and I pulled him against my trembling body as I let myself fall into his kiss. It felt familiar, but also passionate and forbidden. 666 When our lips parted I sighed into his mouth, and just as the air left my lungs, he eased himself forward, sliding inside of me inch by glorious inch. 667 "Oh fuck!" I cried, gasping as his hips finally met my thighs. "Oh Daddy!" 668 "Yes baby!" my mother whispered excitedly into my ear. "Take all of your father's cock!" she encouraged me. 669 I could barely speak as he let his girth rest deep inside of me, stretching me to fit his size. It wasn't pain that stole my voice, feeling myself stretched around his girth felt incredible. There was so much of him inside of me that I worried that when he came, I might spit up cum. 670 "Oh god baby," my dad whispered from atop me. "You're so tight!" 671 In my overwhelming bliss of finally having my father inside of me, I still couldn't find my voice, but that didn't stop me from telling him what I wanted. I set my heels against his ass and urged him into motion. 672 A mewling moan escaped my lips as he eased out of me. When only the tip of his cock remained, he reversed directions and thrust slowly back inside. Opening my eyes again, I saw my dad looking down on my face in wonder as he slowly fucked me. I couldn't help myself, I kissed him again. I was so caught up in the sensations flowing through me, I lost track of time as I had a full on make out session with my dad while he gently made love to my pussy. 673 Our lips were twined together, and my hands roamed over his body, letting my fingers run furrows into his chest hair. His naked skin against mine sent chills cascading through my body, and when his hands found my neck I was in heaven. They only rested there, cradling my head, but it was more than enough to send my body rushing for climax. 674 My feet locked around him and I began thrusting back into him harder. My moans increased in pitch, and my nails began to dig lightly into his back. He must have known what it all meant, because he kissed me harder, and his hands on my neck gripped a little tighter. That was enough. 675 "Daddy!" I gasped. "Daddy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming Daddy!" 676 "Cum for me, Baby!" he urged me on. "Cum for me, Princess! Cum for Daddy!" 677 "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" I cried as he slammed into me harder, hitting all the spots that were quickly driving me over the edge. 678 I came with a wordless cry, locking my legs around my father as my entire body convulsed violently from the explosion of bliss and the thundering aftershocks tearing through me. With every new burst of ecstasy my hips lurched, and my legs tensed, forcing my father just a little deeper inside of me. 679 "Fuuuuuck!" my father cried above me after the fourth spasm. If I couldn't feel his hot cum splashing deep inside of me, I would have been able to tell from his eyes that he'd just come inside of his daughter. It was this panicked look as he realized that he just did something he couldn't take back...two somethings. 680 "Sammi!" he said, looking down on me with worry. 681 "I'm still on the pill," I assured him quickly. 682 "Thank God!" he sighed, an adorable relief flooding over him. 683 My father slowly deflated inside of me, and he pulled out, rolling over me to lay on the other side from my mother. When I looked over to her, she was still lying on her side facing us, but her dress was now gone too leaving her gloriously naked with the rest of us. 684 "So, what happened to Paris?" I eventually asked as I lay naked between my parents, taking a moment to recuperate. 685 "We could only do one or the other," my mom said. "It was either go to Paris or live out a fantasy. Paris will still be there when we're old. How many more years do you think we have before things start to sag and we no longer feel attractive enough to try something like this anymore? 686 "A lot!" I said hopefully. "How did you even find out about me anyway?" I asked curiously. "Or at least about what I do I guess." 687 "People talk dear," she said, tickling my naked breast with a strand of my own hair. "Incest might not be socially acceptable in society, but on the internet, where people never see your face, people will talk about their most filthy desires with only the slightest encouragement." 688 "So, you read about someone talking about me?" I asked curiously. I wasn't mad, my business was based off word of mouth after all, but I was curious who'd been the one to tell my parents. They might be receiving a very special thank you gift from me. 689 "Actually," mom blushed. "I have been writing filthy stories online about the things my husband and I wanted to do to our daughter." 690 "No!" I said, shocked. 691 "Yes!" mom smiled, embarrassed, but also a little proud. 692 "How long?" 693 "Since a few months after your eighteenth birthday party," she said. 694 "Why then?" I asked, my eyes narrowing. 695 "I saw you losing your virginity to that Andrew Harris. You were both in the garage..." she said. 696 I remembered. Andrew...he had been the guy when I was in high school. I had crushed on him so hard for three years. When he'd shown up at my pool party for my eighteenth birthday, and without Amber Mead, his on again off again girlfriend, I couldn't waste the opportunity. I had lured him into the garage, away from the party, to help me get another case of water. When the door shut, I took my shot and pounced on him. It took very little time for my bikini to find its way to the floor and he had me sitting on the rocking dryer while he fucked me hard and fast. He didn't last long, but it was hot, and I got to fuck Andrew Harris. 697 "How did you see that?" I asked, genuinely curious. I had been watching the door like a hawk the whole time he fucked me, scared my father would walk in and murder us both. 698 "I was in the car." Mom blushed. 699 "What?" I asked, wondering why the hell she would have been sitting in a parked car in the garage. 700 "I was trying to get high!" my mother confessed with a laugh. "I was stuck in a house with a bunch of hormone-driven teenage girls. I just wanted to get mellow and enjoy my daughter's birthday party. The next thing I knew I had a front row seat to my daughter getting fucked on my dryer." 701 "You just watched?" I asked, surprised. 702 "Don't get me wrong, I was more than ready to get out of the car and yell at you, but I'd already lit the joint, and the car was filled with smoke. I didn't want my kid to know I was smoking pot!" she laughed. "Besides, the weed hit me about the same time your bottoms hit the floor, and then I was just high and horny," she finished giving my nipple a squeeze. 703 "What about dad?" I asked, turning to dad. 704 "That was me too," she smirked. 705 "Your mother kept bringing you up during sex," he said, his big fingers tracing shapes on my soft skin. "Eventually she came home late one night after I'd gone to bed. She woke me up dressed in your old prep school uniform, pretending to be you." 706 "He loved it!" she added. 707 "It's not like I didn't know that it was you the whole time," he defended himself. 708 "His cock had never been harder," she confided in me. "and he fucked me like he was in high school again. I think it saved our marriage." 709 "What?" I asked. "You guys were thinking about getting a divorce?" 710 "No!" they both assured me at once. "We just weren't very happy. We'd spent so much time working toward our future, we weren't exactly living our lives. We barely had sex anymore, and when we did, we were only going through the motions. It just wasn't fun, and we were starting to resent each other." 711 "And now?" I asked, hooking one of my arms around my dad's, while grabbing my mother's hand with the other. 712 "We found some common ground," my mother said trying to sound mysterious. 713 "Was it me?" I asked excitedly. "It was me wasn't it!" 714 "Yes!" she laughed at my adorable annoyance. "It was you!" she jabbed at a ticklish spot on my ribs. "Is that what you want to hear? Wanting to fuck you brought us closer together." 715 "Good!" I smiled, hopping up to my knees playfully and crawling to the foot of the bed to face them. "Because we're not done yet!" 716 I slipped my hair into a ponytail before crawling back towards my mother's thighs. I kissed her knees softly before I eased them apart, revealing her smooth shaved pussy. 717 "Daddy may have gotten to fuck his little girl, but what about your turn?" I asked. "If it makes you feel better, you're the first girl I've ever done this with," I added nervously. 718 "Me too," she said, biting her lip. 719 Holding her by her hips, I helped ease her down from the headboard so she could fully recline. As I began kissing her thighs again, Mom's hands nervously gripped fist-fulls of the white sheets. I let my lips trail soft kisses along her skin as I worked my way closer to my goal. I felt lightheaded and giddy as I savored the sweet smell of my mother's arousal for me. 720 Peering up from between her legs and seeing her laying there on full display for me, biting her lip nervously as she waited, I felt my mouth go dry again. I hadn't been lying, I'd never been with a girl before...like zero experience. Taking a mental stock of all the things I liked, I lay one soft kiss right on her smooth pussy before taking a long lick all the way from the base of her slit to her swollen clit. 721 My mother moaned in pleasure, and her body undulated as she tried to extend her pussy out to touch my tongue again. She tasted of salt and musk, and delicious sex. It wasn't quite like cum, but it was wonderful all the same, and I wanted more. I slid my tongue through her slit again, and when she rocked her pussy into my face, I leaned into it. I focused on her body as I let my tongue explore her, listening and feeling for the signs that she liked what I was doing. 722 After a minute, I felt my father's hand on mine by her hips, and he led me to my mother's round breasts. Her nipples were long and hard like erasers. He placed my fingers around one of them and squeezed. A gleeful squeal erupted from my mother, and her body writhed beneath me appreciatively. Now knowing she liked that, I continued pinching and torturing her little nubs to her delight. I loved hearing those sounds of pleasure coming from her. 723 I couldn't believe how long my mother had been thinking about me sexually. She'd hid it so well over the last few years, I'd never even suspected. And it was a complete surprise that she had been the instigating force behind all this naughtiness. My dad was strong and powerful, and even dominant in the household, but even hip deep in our little adventure, he still looked nervous, and excited, and afraid, all at the same time. 724 Speaking of my father, he had moved positions on the bed. He was now behind me, lining up his cock with my pussy. As I continued licking my mother's delicious flower, my father held onto my hips and slid his shaft into me without the ceremony of earlier. I moaned pleasurably and reached back, gripping his wrist on my hip encouragingly. 725 He held deep inside of me, and I loved being filled like this. I'm sure my dad enjoyed stuffing his little girl as well, but it wasn't going to cut it for either of us. When his thrusts began, they came long and slow. With his hands holding onto my waist, he slowly pulled me back onto his cock as he pressed forth, joining with my body somewhere in the middle. As his pace picked up, he pulled my pussy back onto him harder and harder. It wasn't long before the loud smacking of his thrusts began to compete with mine and my mother's breathy moans. 726 The harder my father fucked me, the faster my tongue moved across my mother's hot pussy. Her hands found my head and helped hold me still as my entire body jolted at every thrust from my father behind be. Holding me in place, she began bucking her hips, fucking my open mouth in desperation. Trying to match her motions, I thrashed her clit as hard as I could, letting loose my unbridled moans right into her pussy. Her screams grew louder, and her thighs clamped down, crushing my skull as her body quaked. 727 I was grateful that she'd cum so quickly. I could have licked her for hours, but I could feel my own climax approaching rapidly, and I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the cock slamming into me...my father's cock. Just thinking about it sent lightning shooting between my thighs. 728 Letting go, I collapsed onto my mother's belly and let my father use me like his little fuck doll, manhandling me as he took what was his. My moans were unintelligible as I tried to cry for my real daddy to make me cum on his cock. When his jerky, hammering thrusts finally sent me over the edge, my mother cradled my head in her hands, watching as the tide of my climax came in, drowning everything in ecstasy before rolling back out, taking everything away with it, along with my consciousness. 729 I woke in the dark with my head resting on a hairy chest, and I smiled as I smelled my daddy. Not wanting to let any of this go, I tried to lift my head. It was like a dream come true and no matter the irrationality of it, I knew that if I let sleep pull me under again, all of this would just be a dream when I woke. 730 "Shh," my father whispered, stroking the soft skin of my side just below my breast. "Sleep, Princess. We'll be here in the morning." 731 Behind me, I could feel my mother spooning me, her naked breasts pressed comfortably into my back. I didn't want to sleep, but I knew that it couldn't be stopped. Even in that moment of realization the fringes of a dream about a carnival began to form. Frantic to hold onto anything from this night, I reached out for whatever I could. Something warm fell into my hand and I held on so tight that I wouldn't let go. 732 *** *** *** 733 I woke, feeling the soft tickles of chest hair on my cheek and a hard cock firmly in my hand, and I instantly knew that nothing about the night before had been a dream. Even with my eyes closed I could smell that unmistakable scent. That, coupled with the tits on my back, and the ache in my pussy from the pounding it had taken, brought back memories of what had been, hands down, the best night of my life. 734 "Morning sleepy head!" he exclaimed in a cute fatherly tone. "You kind of got something of mine there." 735 Chapter 3.5 I squeezed it tighter for a moment before releasing it reluctantly. "Good morning, Daddy!" I smiled, tilting my head up to give him a lingering good morning kiss. 737 There was a knock at the hotel room door, and I grumbled as my father extricated himself from my limbs and threw on a robe before answering it. The door was just out of view from the bed, but I caught sight of someone rolling a food trolly into the room. From the widening of his eyes, he noticed that there were not one, but two very naked looking women under these sheets. It wasn't the first time some employee from somewhere saw me in a compromising position with a client, but these weren't ordinary clients...they were my parents. Those rookie blushes burned my cheeks as the man quickly averted his gaze and departed. 738 "I figured you two might be hungry when you woke up," he said, rolling the cart over. 739 He lifted the cover and there were strawberries and blueberries with cream, English muffins with jam, and a big plate of bacon, and two huge carafes of steaming hot coffee. 740 "You are the best dad ever," I smiled, pulling off the sheets and stretching as I slipped from my mother's hold. 741 "No!" my mom mumbled loudly. "S'too early!" she whined, reaching for me. 742 "I'm hungry!" I protested, leaning off the side of the bed precariously as I reached for the bacon. 743 With two warm strips in my hand, I eased back to sit cross legged and began eating them. My father just watched me with a little smile as I chewed, thankful for something to put into my belly. I was still fully nude, and my position gave him an unobstructed view to my pussy. 744 "I hate you both!" my mother called out, finally sitting up. She climbed out of bed on her side and pulled on a dressing robe before coming around to sit on the edge of the bed next to me and poured some coffee for herself. 745 While I continued to munch on bacon, my father pulled up a chair and poured a coffee for himself and another for me, placing the cup on the edge of the trolly so I could reach it. For a while it was quiet. We sipped coffee, and they watched in amusement as I tried to lick bacon grease from my left nipple. Note to self, you're boobs just aren't quite big enough for that. Thankfully my mom was there to help, and she was quite thorough. 746 "So last night happened," my father said after my mother was fully convinced that she'd cleaned up all of the grease. "I think we should talk-" he tried. 747 "Nope!" my mother said, wiping at the corner of her lip. 748 "But-" he pressed. 749 "But nothing. If you keep going, you're going to talk yourself out of a good thing," she threatened. 750 "Mom's right, Dad." I smiled, moving to sit on his lap, savoring the feeling of being naked in his arms. "Things are gonna be different from now on." I gave him a daughterly kiss on the cheek. "And I don't know about you, but I'm more than okay with that." 751 "Me too." Mom smiled, touching my bare thigh approvingly. 752 We both looked to my father, but there was no fight left in him. If there ever had been, I had sucked and fucked it out of him last night. "Me too," Dad finally admitted, giving me a little squeeze in his arms. 753 *** *** *** 754 It was the next weekend, and my parents had just "returned" from Paris. Their charade would have been ironclad had they not hired the one escort in the entire world that they were related to. They had even taken a cab to the airport, and then an airport shuttle back to their house. As far as my little brother was concerned, nothing was amiss. 755 I had given them some time after getting home before I drove over. Since our magical encounter, I had slept in their hotel bed every night but the last, and that was because they wanted to get a good night's sleep before putting on the show of getting back from the airport. I'd tried to tell them that we could just sleep, but for some reason they didn't trust me. It was like they had nearly five days' worth of anecdotal proof of my inability to keep my hands off of their private parts when we were all trying to sleep. 756 I pulled onto my parents' street in my white Porsche, causing a slight stir among the neighbors as I came to a stop in front of their place. Just as I was exiting the car, my brother came running out of the house, gawking as he approached. 757 "Where did you get the car?" he asked in awe. 758 "I won it!" I said excitedly. "Isn't it cool?" 759 "You won this?" he asked dumbfounded. "You're so lucky! Dad, Mom, come see this!" he shouted back to the house. "Sam won a Porsche!" he said as our parents came to the front door. 760 "What happened to your old Metro?" he asked curiously. 761 "I torched it," I said, hooking my arm around his neck playfully as I walked toward the house. 762 "No, really?" he asked. "Because I could really use a car, you know." 763 "It's gone bro. I sent it flying over a cliff. It exploded on impact," I lied. The car really was gone. Could I have given it to my brother? Yeah, but the car was in really bad shape. I had only driven it when I had to come back home, and even that made me nervous. 764 "No, really?" he asked again. 765 "How about I talk to mom and dad about your car situation," I said climbing the porch steps. 766 "We are not getting you a car," our mother said, standing with dad on the porch. "Hey Sam," she added, unable to remove the predatory look that seemed to overtake her whenever she now looked at me. 767 "Hey Princess," my father said, blushing. 768 "You really think you can talk them into buying me a car?" Jarod asked quietly. 769 "You know what?" I said, thinking for a moment. "Why don't you try out the Porsche, and I'll see if I can't persuade them." 770 He stared at the key fob I held in my extended hand and waited for my nod of assurance before snatching them and running for the sports car. 771 "No speeding!" Mom shouted as he climbed in and fumbled around for the ignition. 772 "It's on the key fob, Dufus!" I shouted at him from the porch. 773 "What are you thinking, giving your brother the keys to a Porsche!" she asked. "He's only eighteen! And where did you get a Porsche?" 774 "I bought it," I said, blushing slightly. My parents still hadn't told me what they thought of my current career. "And I figured that a Porsche would keep him busy for a few hours," I added with a growing smirk as the Porsche engine came to life and Jarod pulled very cautiously away from the house. 775 Forty minutes later our clothes were strewn across the downstairs of the house, from the entry way all the way through the kitchen and into the living room. We lay in a messy tangle of limbs, and like every time since the first time, I was in the middle, pressed between both of my sexy parents. The waves of my most recent orgasm still ebbed and flowed through my body curling my toes pleasantly. My mom sure knew how to lick my pussy, and it had been so hot watching her and Dad fuck again. 776 "We're really not going to buy your brother a car," my mom said. "He's just not ready for that kind of responsibility yet. He needs a job. Besides, we just can't afford it, especially not after our vacation. Booking that suite for two weeks wasn't cheap." 777 "Have you checked your bank account?" I asked. 778 "You didn't," my father said, sitting up to look at me. 779 "It's your money." I shrugged. 780 "You worked for it," he said awkwardly. "And you did earn it," he added with a sideways nod of his head. 781 "I would hardly call what I did work," I said wryly. "I literally get paid to live out my own fantasies." I laughed. "Take a little bit of that money and get Jarod some crappy car. Just make sure it has two bumpers." 782 "You're a good daughter, and a good sister," Mom said, kissing the top of my head. 783 I reached back and grabbed her hand, pulling it up around my body, and snuggled closer to my father, kissing him on the cheek. 784 "Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad," I sighed. 785 "Thank you, Sammi," they both replied, hugging me just a little harder. 786 We lay like that for a while before we all heard the sound of my Porsche engine at the same time. 787 "Jarod!" my dad exclaimed, jumping to his feet, his half hard cock dancing as he began snatching up the discarded clothing. 788 My mother and I were not far behind. 789 "We cannot let your brother find out about any of this!" my mom said. 790 "Agreed!" I blushed. Fucking your daddy was one thing...Fucking your brother would be totally gross...right? 791 "Mom, Dad...Sam?" I heard my brother call as he entered the house. 792 I had just made it into the bathroom when I heard his footsteps on the porch steps. My hands shook a little as I turned my panties right side out and quickly stepped into them. I had to stop myself from laughing in delight as I thought about my brother looking for his family who had just been fucking on the living room floor not ten minutes ago. My parents were themselves rushing to put their own clothes back on in their bedroom. There was something deliciously wicked about nearly being caught doing something so forbidden. I had a feeling that the fun was only beginning, and I couldn't wait to find new and inventive ways for my parents to fuck their little girl. 793 https://www.literotica.com/s/the-anonymous-and-the-curious "Hello? Is anyone home?" My daughter, Lindsay, had been talking to me about her upcoming party, but mind had drifted. She was a junior in college, but her best friend Kristy was a senior this year and would be graduating. They were making as many excuses as they could to hang out with each other as they could. 795 "I'm sorry sweetie. I haven't been able to concentrate much lately." 796 "Sounds like you need to get laid," she quipped. 797 "Mmmph," was all I could say to verbalize my agreement. 798 My wife was an amazing woman. She had the smarts, the sense of humor, the endless kindness; all of it. In fact, the only part of our relationship that wasn't enviable was our sex life. We had our daughter in our thirties. While this afforded us a better financial situation and greater patience than we could have mustered had we tried sooner, it also placed a heavy burden on our already struggling intimate relationship. 799 We had already been together for twelve years when we had our daughter. By this time, we had settled down to only having sex a few times a year. When Lindsay was born, my wife refused to let her cry herself to sleep in a crib and took up sleeping on the couch with her. This went on for eight years before my daughter finally started sleeping in her own room. By the time she did, the damage had been done. My wife and I were never able to quite get comfortable in the same bed after all those years apart. We would cuddle for the first hour or so, and then she would inevitably make a comment about being sore - and go sleep on the couch again. Every once in a while, we would attempt a quickie here or there, but she was always so paranoid about Lindsay catching us that things usually ended with only one of us getting to finish, neither of us getting to finish, or her getting me so nervous and worked up that I couldn't stay hard. Slowly, as time passed, we just tried less and less. 800 "Don't you think it's kind of weird to comment on your dad's sex life?" I asked. I wanted to say that after almost four years of not having sex at all, the idea of "getting laid" isn't exactly a realistic goal; but I didn't want to dive any deeper into this conversation than I had to. 801 "Not really," Lindsay responded. "We've always been open and honest with each other. Besides, you have to actually be having sex in order to call it a sex life." 802 "And what would you know about that?" I immediately regretted asking that question; knowing it couldn't possibly lead to anything I'd be comfortable discussing. 803 "C'mon dad. Mom and I talk. I know it's been forever since you guys had sex." 804 "Listen sweetie. I'm glad we can all talk about anything, but discussing sex, and discussing your parents' sex lives, are two different things," I stated. 805 "Whatever. I'm just saying that maybe if you got laid, you wouldn't seem so run down and tired all the time. You know, put some excitement back in your life. Get the blood flowing!" 806 It was about this time that I realized this conversation could end up going into something I wanted to discuss even less than my own sex life; and that was my daughter's. 807 I knew that as soon as my daughter had her first period, my wife had put her on birth control. Lindsay never seemed like the desperate or slutty type to me, but I knew she wasn't naïve or shy either. While I didn't believe she was sleeping around, I also had convinced myself a that she probably wasn't a virgin anymore either. Maybe this was because I had lost my virginity at such an early age, or maybe it was just the way Lindsay always seemed so casual about the topic of sex; but my guts told me my daughter wasn't completely innocent. 808 Lindsay was watching me, almost as if she could tell I was debating on how far to let this conversation get. I saw a brief grin flicker across her face before she abruptly turned the subject back to her upcoming party. 809 "I really want this to be perfect dad. Please say you'll help." 810 I wasn't even aware of what she had asked me to help with, but since my wife was out of town all weekend and the following week, it didn't really matter. I would be the only authority figure around, and therefor stuck with the duty of trying to keep my daughter and her four friends happy for one night. 811 On the bright side, the perv in me had definitely already considered the possibility that four hot young females (not including my daughter) might be running around in my house in their underwear this weekend. Of course my logical side immediately stepped in to remind myself that even if they decided to forgo pajamas for some kind of lingerie thing, a bunch of young girls aren't going to want some forty-something year old man like me hanging around and gawking. 812 Reluctantly I replied, "Sure sweetie. Whatever you need." 813 "Promise?" she insisted. 814 "Promise," I confirmed. 815 That night, I couldn't stop thinking about my daughter's upcoming party. At first I was just dreading the fact that I would have to share a house with five young girls that I knew would be wound up, but slowly my perv side came out again and I started to wonder what the girls would be wearing to bed. While I knew it would probably be a bunch of oversized pajamas, I couldn't help but hold out hope that at least one of them would be wearing a pair of shorts that would be way too small, or maybe one of the girls would even dare to show off some sexy lingerie; or at least a tee shirt with just some panties. The thought one of the girls tight asses just peeking out from some tiny shorts was enough to make me hard, and I began masturbating to my dirty fantasy. 816 With my wife downstairs on her couch, I had the room to myself and was really getting into my "session". I had visions of bringing the girls snacks or drinks, only to find them lying on the floor in their underwear – tight beautiful asses barely covered and sticking out for me to see. I imagined Lindsay's best friend Kristy playfully sitting on my lap to watch a movie and wigging her butt against the lump in my pants. What I didn't realize was that I was now talking out loud in my fantasy, encouraging the girls by name to carry on with their teasing. I was jerking even faster as I turned my thoughts to Lindsay's other friend, Amy. I was close to cumming as I watched her reveal her young body to me in my mind. Just as I was fantasizing about entering her, I lost control and started cumming all over my stomach and chest. My orgasm was intense as my body tightened and the last of my orgasm dripped from my cock. That's when I saw her. 817 Lindsay was standing in my doorway with her mouth open and eyes wide. I almost screamed she surprised me so much. Trying to grab my blankets and cover myself, I kept stuttering apologies and asking why she didn't knock. 818 "You left the door open," she said plainly. 819 "I'm so sorry Lindsay. You shouldn't have seen that. I was just...just..." but I couldn't finish. 820 Lindsay seemed to regain her senses as she looked up at me and smiled. "Sorry dad. I know I shouldn't have walked in on you, but I thought I heard you say..." she paused "...anyways, I was just surprised to see you doing that, and next thing I know you were, um...you know," and she made a spraying motion with her hands. "...finished," she translated. 821 "I...um..." I was still speechless. 822 "It's all good, dad. If mom's not going to take care of you, then there's no shame in doing it yourself," she said with a chuckle. "We're all human!" And with that, she turned and left the room. 823 I lay there for a while, recovering from the intensity of my orgasm and the shock of seeing my daughter watching me shoot cum all over myself. There was nothing to do about it now. I kept wondering how much she had seen, or even more important - how much had she heard? It's one thing for her to catch me jerking off, but another thing all together if she heard me fantasizing about her friends. I was only half aware of talking out loud while I was doing it, so I really don't know how loud I was being. It would be really awkward if she heard me talking dirty to her friends in my head. These thoughts raced through my mind until I eventually fell asleep. 824 The next morning, Lindsay acted like nothing happened as we ate breakfast and waved my wife off to her week-long conference. As soon as her car was out of sight, Lindsay grabbed her jacket and purse. 825 "Where are you headed off to?" I asked. 826 "Kristy's," she answered. "We're gonna go over the stuff we want for tonight." 827 "I hope you not planning anything too wild," I said. 828 "Depends on your definition of wild," she replied with a sly grin. "I have a special surprise I want to set up for the girls, but I'll need your help. I'll be back around four o'clock to go over everything with you." 829 I started thinking that this party was more coordinated than I had originally thought. I had figured on it being just a bunch of girls sitting around, watching movies, and talking about boys; but it seemed my daughter had something a little more structured in mind. Not one to worry before I have all the details though, I shrugged my shoulders and began working on the to-do list my wife had left for me. 830 At almost exactly four o'clock, Lindsay came through the door. I had just finished cleaning the garage and sat down to relax when she walked into the living room and saw me. 831 "Dad!" she exclaimed. "You can't look like that!" 832 "Why?" I asked. "I'll probably just hang out up in my bedroom most of the time." 833 "No sir. I have plans for you." 834 "That doesn't sound good." 835 "Oh, I think you'll be OK with what I have in mind," she said, grinning again. Now I was really worried. "I need you showered, shaved, smelling good, and ready for inspection in thirty minutes." 836 "Really Lindsay? I was kinda looking forward to the free time by myself." 837 "I'll be you were," she teased, and I knew she was referring to the night before. "...but I need your help to make this party special. Besides, I think you'll enjoy this more than lying around by yourself jerking off." 838 Trying to ignore the brashness of my daughter's comment, I played along and replied "I don't know. I've gotten pretty good at it through the years." 839 She smiled at my joke, but made no reply other than to shoosh me off the couch and up the stairs to get ready. As I trudged up the stairs, she came up behind me and playfully slapped my butt. 840 "Let's go, old man. I told everyone to be here about six o'clock," she teased. "...and no jerking off in the shower either!" 841 I laughed nervously, not knowing how to respond to that jab. Even though I only had thirty minutes, I took my time to make sure I was extra clean, smooth, and fresh. If I was going to have to spend time around the girls, then I wanted to make my best impression for Lindsay. It might have also been a little stroking of my male ego, and hoping at least one of the girls might think I'm hot for an older man. Even if nothing happened, it would still be nice to know I still got it. 842 So forty-five minutes later, I presented myself to my daughter for inspection, with a quick apology for taking longer than she gave me. 843 "No problem," she responded. "You did a good job!" she noted, giving me a quick head to toe. 844 "You're looking pretty dolled up yourself," I noted. She had put on heavy eyeliner (which I find really sexy on most women), lipstick, and some other touches. She had also thrown on a very short schoolgirl-style miniskirt and an unbuttoned, but tied together, blouse. I could see edges of her hot pink bra peeking out in various locations around her chest and shoulders. 845 "Thanks daddy!" she said, cocking one leg back with an innocent little half twist. 846 When I looked up, I could tell I had been caught looking. Trying to save face, I quipped "Headed to the Britney Spears comeback tour?" 847 "Ha ha! You're showing your age again, dad." 848 Ouch. That was a low blow. 849 "It's part of my surprise," she explained. "I asked all the girls to put on something extra sexy tonight." 850 "What!?" I exclaimed. Suddenly the room felt stuffy. "I don't know if it's a good idea for me to be hanging around if that's what you guys are planning on wearing." I was becoming more and more uncomfortable with this whole thing. Between the visions my perverted mind was creating and the outfit my daughter was wearing, I could feel my cock start to react a little. 851 "You promised to help," she reminded me. "Besides, wouldn't you like to see Kristy in something sexy?" 852 "That's a little inappropriate, don't you think? I'm more than twice her age, Kristy is your best friend, and I'm marr..." but she didn't let me finish. 853 "I heard you last night, dad," she said simply with wicked grin. She was grinning at me a lot lately. 854 "I think maybe you misunderstood somethi..." I tried to explain in a panic. 855 "You were saying both Kristy's and Amy's names last night when I walked in on you dad. I was standing there for like five minutes watching you." Then she added with a wink, "You're a dirty, dirty man, daddy" 856 My mind was trying to cope with two different revelations at that moment. One - that I had been caught saying God-knows-what about my daughter's friends while masturbating, and two - that my daughter had not only walked in on me the night before, but had stood there watching me until I had finished and opened my eyes to see her standing there. 857 I just stood there, wanting to say something, but thinking of nothing to say. This was not a conversation I ever expected to have with my daughter. She was obviously not offended or upset though, as she seemed amused watching me process all of this. 858 "Don't worry dad. I won't tell my friends or mom. They're your fantasies. Enjoy them!" 859 I stared at her speechless. 860 "Besides, why do you think I told them to dress up tonight when I knew mom would be away?" she asked. 861 "And they agreed to dress up like that?" I asked back incredulously. 862 "Well, they don't know it's for you, but yeah. They agreed to it." 863 My mind was finally starting to wrap around the reality of what was happening, and I could feel my cock start to swell again. I was actually going to have these young girls running around my house in sexy outfits, just like I had fantasized. I kept thinking I was about to wake up and realize I was dreaming, but I was definitely already awake, and this was no dream. My mind kept going back and forth between excitement and guilt. Trying one last time to maintain at least some semblance of a responsible adult, I started to make my counter-argument. 864 "Forget it dad," Lindsay interrupted. "I know you're trying to be "appropriate" and all, but the girls are already on their way over and I'm holding you to your promise to help tonight." Then she very slowly and purposefully looked down and stared straight at the bulge in my pants, causing it to swell a bit more. At this point I was almost completely hard. 865 "Besides," she continued, still staring at my crotch. "I think you like the idea." She looked up again. "Now let's get set up. Kristy called while you were in the shower and they're on their way." Lindsay leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then proceeded to lead me down to the basement family room where the girls would be hanging out all night. As she walked away, I couldn't help but check her little outfit and wonder just how far she would have to bend over for me to get a peek... 866 When we walked into the family room, I saw Lindsay had already set up some things in preparation. The back of our family room has a small squared out room/entryway area that provided outside access to the basement family room. Lindsay had strung up a blanket as a makeshift curtain, closing off the small area from the rest of the large room. The main floor area was covered in pillows gathered from throughout the house, blankets, and a few of our family sleeping bags thrown over to one side. The couch and the futon had also both been pulled out to provide more lounging/sleeping area. 867 "Looks like you've got it pretty much taken care of down here. What's up with the blanket hanging in the back?" I asked. 868 "That's where I'll need your help," she replied. I started to walk back, but she caught my arm and said, "Not yet. Let's wait till everyone gets here first. I want to make sure no one is going to chicken out." 869 "Chicken out? What are you planning Lindsay?" 870 "You'll see." And with that, the doorbell rang. 871 I made my way to the kitchen as Lindsay answered the front door. Judging by the voices, all the girls had arrived at the same time. They greeted each other loudly, which only emphasized the sudden drop in volume when they started whispering to each other. "Boy talk" I thought to myself before hearing a loud burst of laughter break out. Just then Lindsay poked her head into the kitchen to inform me they were going downstairs and asked if I could bring the pizza we had ordered down when it arrived. I agreed and watched as she headed back to the foyer to lead the other girls downstairs. 872 When the pizza arrived, I paid for the food, gathered some paper plates and towels, and gave my crotch a quick glance to make sure nothing was too obvious. I couldn't stop thinking about what Lindsay had said about the other girls getting dressed up too. Taking a deep breath, I double-checked that I had everything and made my way downstairs. As I came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, I was almost capsized by a speeding, giggling blur of brunette hair and large tote bags. 873 "Sorry Mr. D!" two voices exclaimed from behind my pile of plates, boxes, cups, and assorted things I carried. I half-turned, half caught out of the corner of my eye, two petite figures rush by into the bathroom behind me. 874 Regaining my bearings, I stepped into the living room and deposited everything on the table Lindsay had moved along the side wall. Nervous and excited, I finally allowed myself to look up - but the girls were gone. Then I heard voices behind the curtain Lindsay had set up over the back entrance. 875 "Are you serious!?" I heard Kristy's voice say. "...but what if your dad comes down?" 876 "Don't worry about my dad," I heard Lindsay reply. "He has plans for the night. He won't even be here." 877 Now I knew something was up, because Lindsay knew I wasn't going anywhere. She had made me promise not to go out so I would be here. 878 "Pizza's here!" I called out, announcing my presence. I heard a fresh batch of giggles coming from behind the curtain when my daughter poked her head out. 879 "Thanks dad." Her face seemed slightly blushed. "Anne and Elizabeth went to change into their sleep clothes." She winked as she said this. I didn't know who Elizabeth was, but I knew Anne was also one of Lindsay's closest friends. I guessed that Anne and Elizabeth were the two giggling brunettes that almost ran me over in the hallway. 880 "I think that's all we need," she continued. "I'll come up and say goodbye before you leave." She said this with a wink, indicating I was to play along. 881 I'll admit I was pretty disappointed I didn't get a chance to see any of the girls in their outfits, but then I scolded myself for acting like a teenager and headed back upstairs. As I walked by the bathroom, I could resist taking a quick peek through the open, old-style key lock on the door. Almost as soon as I had put my eye up to the keyhole though, I quickly pulled back. It looked like one of the girls had been turned towards the door, and I swear I saw her eyes flicker towards the keyhole right as I had looked through. I paused for a second, expecting to hear offended screams about perverted old men, but no screams rang out. Once my heartbeat slowed again, I realized that I had also caught the briefest glimpse of a cute, small, naked butt reflected back at me through the mirror. I tried to recapture the image in my head, but it had been so brief and fast that I couldn't keep the picture clearly in my mind. Trying to be a good guy, I headed up the stairs before I could convince myself to take another peak. 882 Chapter 4.2 About twenty minutes later, Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I couldn't help noticing she was wearing thigh-highs; another of my weaknesses. I didn't even know my daughter owned thigh-highs. 884 "So I'm heading out for the evening, am I?" I asked. 885 "What?" she asked. I told her I could hear her talking to her friends when I took the pizza down. 886 "Oh, that," she said. "I was just telling them that so they wouldn't know it was you." 887 "I see," I responded half paying attention to her and half paying attention to the movie I was watching. Then what she said clicked. "Wait. What do you mean so they won't know it's me?" 888 "You'll see," she responded, echoing her earlier promise. "Go around outside and meet me behind the curtain downstairs in an hour." 889 "If you say so," I agreed. "Anything else?" 890 "No, but make sure you get something to eat, drink - and use the restroom before you come down. It's going to be a long night and I don't know if you'll get a chance for a break" 891 "What in the world are you up to, Lindsay?" Now I was worried. 892 "Just meet me downstairs in an hour," she said as she started to walk away. "...and don't forget to go around the outside of the house. You're not supposed to be here, remember?" 893 "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll see you in an hour," I replied blandly. Secretly though, my curiosity was peaked. I might actually get a chance to see Kristy in a sexy outfit after all! 894 An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little nervous about what Lindsay's plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family room behind the curtain. I could hear a movie playing and occasional comments by the girls. As tempted as I was to peak out and see what was going on (and what the girls were wearing), I didn't want to ruin Lindsay's surprise. I kept quietly behind the curtain for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her friends that she was going to get things set up. When one her friends asked to help, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the curtain and asked if I was ready. 895 "Um...I think so" I replied dubiously. 896 "Let me check your breath," She leaned up into my face as I gently blew. "Good!" she confirmed. Then she asked me to step outside with her for a second. When we were outside, she looked at me with an almost sad smile and spoke. 897 "Dad... I don't know how to say this in a way that won't shock you, so I'll just come right out and say it." 898 "Ok," I could tell that as confident as she had been all day, she was now genuinely nervous to say what was on her mind. 899 "Dad... I set up this party to get you laid." 900 "What!?" I barely choked out. 901 "Please listen, dad. I know that you and mom haven't had sex in years..." 902 "Lindsay, this isn't somethi..." 903 "Just let me finish," she interrupted. "I know you would never cheat on mom under normal circumstances. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or hurt any of my friends." She continued, "...but you are a man, dad. I'm not stupid. I know what men want. I'm actually pretty amazed you haven't cheated on mom already. Sex once every few months probably sucks, but I don't know how you managed to go without for years." 904 I was still at a block and didn't know what to say. Was I hearing all this right? My own daughter was trying to get me to cheat on her mother, with her best friends? Lindsay could see it was taking me a moment to process all of this and took advantage of my continued silence. 905 "I got this idea from a college social site I was on. They were talking about different kinds of parties and games," she continued. "Most of them revolve around drinking, sex, or both – of course. The one that really caught my eye though was called The Anonymous & The Curious." 906 My daughter was looking up sex games on forums? My daughter wanted me to play sex games with her friends? My mind was still racing and my mouth still was not working as my daughter continued. 907 "...and the guy sits in the chair with a hood on all night. As the night goes on, if any of the girls want to check out his penis, she can do it without worrying about the guy knowing who she is, or if she knows who the guy is, or worrying about being judged. She can just look, touch, experiment, play, kiss, suck, or even fuck the guy's dick as much as she wants – whenever she feels like it." 908 The block in my mind released. 909 "What the hell kind of websites are you getting on Lindsay!?" I almost yelled. "You want me to sit in a chair so your friends can play with my dick?? Forget that it's your friends or that your mom is my wife. Have you even considered the age difference involved here?" 910 "Dad!" she interrupted. "Be quiet or you'll ruin everything. Yes, I thought about all of those things. The girls don't need to know who you are, or how old you are. Your head will be covered by the hood I got. Besides, I already told the girls about the party and they loved the idea! We don't have a lot of experience, dad. This would give them a chance to see what a real man's penis is like without the embarrassment. If you think about it, it's kind of like hands-on sex education. Whenever they're ready, each girl can come over and check you out - well, your penis anyways. I told them I could guarantee the person I picked would understand the rules and know that it's not about them. I also told them whoever I picked would be patient, kind, clean, and STD free." She paused as she could see I had more questions to ask. 911 "What about pregnancy?" 912 "I have condoms if we need them," she stated simply, and pointed through the door window to a small mixing bowl sitting on a table by the chair she had set up. It was full of a variety of condoms. "We collected them from various places" she said, answering my next question before I could ask it. 913 "And what the hell did you do to that chair?" I asked, also pointing in the window. The chair Lindsay had set up looked to be a four-legged, reclined, molded plastic dining chair. It appeared to be a normal chair, but for one exception. The front center of the seat had been cut away. The actual sitting portion of the chair was now shaped like a large "U" with just enough back edge to barely sit on, and just enough side edges to hold the chair together while supporting my legs – provided I keep them slightly apart. The whole thing had been crudely covered with what looked like thin foam padding and a soft fabric. I could also make out four wide strips of Velcro at the top of each chair leg, just under the seat. 914 "I tried to make it as comfortable as I could, but I wanted to make sure your balls had room to hang so the girls can get to them too if they want." 915 My head started spinning as my daughter made this last remark. I suddenly realized I was harder that I had been in years and my throbbing cock was now poking straight out in my pants. Lindsay didn't make any notice of it, so I tried to ignore my excited state and asked her about the straps on the chair. 916 "I'm not really into S&M stuff," I said. 917 "The straps are to help make the girls feel safer. It helps them feel like they are in control and free to explore and experiment at their own speed. If things go like I hope and the girls get comfortable with everything, maybe we can take them off later." 918 I was searching my head for some logical argument to make. My grip on morality was failing fast and my daughter could see I was struggling for any reason to resist further. My daughter had planned everything brilliantly, and left me little to work with. I kept asking myself if this was really happening. The details and reality of what she was suggesting were finally beginning to congeal in my head. 919 "So they won't know it's me, and I won't know which of them is...um, touching me, right?" My resistance was almost gone now. 920 "Well..." she began. "...that's where I modified the website's idea a bit. I made you a special hood you can see out of almost perfectly, but they won't be able to see you." 921 I felt my cock throb against my pants when she said this. I would actually get to watch these young girls use my cock for their own curiosity and pleasure, without them knowing I was really their best friend's dad. Then a thought occurred to me. 922 "What if they change their minds or get freaked out?" I asked. 923 "I told you. I already discussed this with them. They're really excited, dad. Kristy told me she already masturbated twice this morning thinking about it, and Amy told me she was already soaking wet when she got here." 924 That was it. My last barrier of hesitation and decency washed away as I finally nodded to my daughter. 925 "Ok," I resigned. "I guess you got all the answers, and I did make you a promise." 926 "Yay!" my daughter cheered as she clapped her hands, kissed me right on the lips, and gave me a big hug. I became all too aware of my massive erection pressing against her as she held me. She must have felt it to, because when she let go she looked directly down at my bulge and said "Let's get that thing some of the attention he deserves." 927 Quietly we stepped back inside the house behind the makeshift curtain. 928 "Time to get naked, daddy!" Lindsay said with enthusiasm. I was about to protest, but then realized at this point it would be kind of dumb. I stripped off my shirt and pants as my daughter stood there watching. I was about to pull my boxers off when one last detail occurred to me. 929 "Um, you're not going to be...you know...um, participating," I asked hesitantly. It was one thing to let her friends fondle me anonymously, but I didn't think I was ready to let my own daughter touch me like that. 930 "No dad," she answered quickly. "I already told the girls I wouldn't be doing anything since I know who the guy is. I told them it would make things way too awkward." 931 "Oh. That makes sense, I guess." 932 "Besides, Kristy has already offered to throw a party at her house for me." 933 "WHAT!?" I yelled in a whisper. 934 "I'm just kidding dad. I'm not "participating" here or at any of my friends' houses." she laughed. 935 "Right," I said, confirming her statement to myself more than anything. And with that, I leaned over and slid my boxers off. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my daughter with a full erection. 936 "Wow, dad!" Lindsay exclaimed. "Mom's an idiot for not taking advantage of that on a regular basis." She was now staring openly at my aching cock. "Well let's get you strapped in." 937 As I sat on the chair, I realized that I had even less surface to actually sit on than I had originally thought. The cut away in the chair not only left room for my balls to hang freely, but also left most of my ass exposed too. My daughter knelt down in front of me and reached out for the Velcro straps. She managed to wrap the front straps around my legs without any problems. However, when she leaned over to get to the back straps, her arm brushed against my cock making it jump. 938 "Sorry" she said, but from the smile on her face I had my doubts. Then she leaned over for the last strap. She was making an exaggerated show of trying to avoid accidentally touching me with her arm again, but this exposed her chest to my crotch as she bent over for the last strap. As she wrapped the last strap around my arm, I felt her chest come into contact with my member. I might have thought it was an accident, except that she didn't pull away. I could feel the flimsy material of her shirt against the shaft of my cock. 939 "Just...having...trouble...with this...last....strap..." Lindsay grunted. It seemed like she was having trouble on purpose, and I could feel the rough lace edging on her bra. If she moved any more I would be touching... 940 Then it happened. Lindsay got the last strap on with one final stretch, and when she did I felt the bare swell of her breast press roughly against the head of my naked penis. The soft heat of her skin against mine caused my body to react unconsciously, and I thrust up slightly against her soft flesh and groaned. 941 "Easy there big chief," my daughter kidded as she stood up. "Why don't you save that for the girls?" 942 "Sorry," I said sheepishly. I didn't know what else to say. 943 "No worries," she replied with a smile. "Well, are you ready?" 944 "As ready as I can be." 945 "You can say that again," she said looking down at my crotch. "Well, here we go." And with that, Lindsay placed the hood over my head. 946 She was correct. It was amazing how clearly I could see through its black material. It was no more restricting than wearing a pair of sunglasses. My chest was pounding as I realized this was really about to happen. There was no turning back now. 947 "Now remember," Lindsay whispered. "You have to act like you can't see who's touching you. You can't say any names. You can't talk to the girls directly – unless it's to moan or say they're doing a good job or something. You don't want them to figure out who you are." 948 Then without warning, my daughter reached out, took my hard cock in her hand, gave it a quick squeeze, kissed me on the cheek, and said "I love you, dad. Have fun." Then she disappeared behind the curtain to rejoin the other girls. 949 I could hear the other girl's asking Lindsay if everything was ready. Lindsay assured them everything was going to plan. Their penis had arrived and her dad was gone for the night. She told them the movie had about fifteen minutes left, and then she would unveil their surprise. 950 The next fifteen minutes seem to take an hour. I could hear indistinct whispers and laughter coming from the other side of the curtain every now and then. The time to myself gave me a chance to really digest what was about to happen, and I began to fantasize about each of the girls. 951 Lindsay and Kristy were both the same age and had grown up together. At one point along the way though, Kristy was moved up a grade. Kristy had long, straight, light blonde hair that she almost always wore in a ponytail. She was 5'8" and slightly taller than my daughter. She had the kind of body that Playboy looks for. She was petite in the waist, but had a gorgeously curved ass and large breasts that seemed too big for her thin frame. If they had still been printing the magazine, she would have been a lock for a centerfold. Her green eyes, pouty lips, and the permanent look of mischief on her face made her a constant focus of my fantasies. 952 Lindsay, my daughter, was about 5'6" with an athletic body. Her medium length dark blonde hair contrasted her bright blue eyes beautifully. Being a man, I have noticed her tight muscular butt and legs. Her hips weren't as curvy as Kristy's, but her butt was hard and protruded nicely when she wore tight jeans and sweatpants. Her breasts were a small C, but looked perfect on her sporty body. I had to learn a very long time ago to get used to the way boys would look my daughter up and down when we were out. 953 Amy was the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life. Amy was a freshman, just over 5', and very petite. Her father was white American and her mother was Japanese. Amy, it seemed, got the best of both worlds. Her short, shoulder length black hair and deep brown eyes always drove me nuts. Her petite body was elegant and graceful, even for her age. While she didn't have the curves the other two girls had, she had just enough to tease something truly sexy under those clothes. 954 The last girl I knew at the party was Ann. Ann was a freshman too. She had met Amy in school, and through Amy she had met Lindsay and Kristy. Ann was about the same size and build as my daughter, with just a bit more curve. She was also very athletic, but with much larger breast – I guessed DD. She had just a little more curve in her hips, and her butt was also slightly bigger than Lindsay's. Not that it was flabby by any means! She just always seemed to have a tiny bit more jiggle than Lindsay. Ann had those jet-black eyes that I have always loved, and a seductive innocence in her face that, while it drove me wild, never seemed quite real. Out of all the girls, I was most interested to see how Ann was going to react to my daughter's experiment. 955 The only other girl at the party was Elizabeth, and I only knew her name because my daughter had said it to me earlier. The only thing I could say for sure about her was that she had the same black eyes as Ann, and she had a tiny, sexy little butt. I came to this conclusion after realizing Elizabeth must have been the girl I saw through the keyhole earlier. I would have recognized Ann if it had been her. 956 My mental review of the girls and their bodies was suddenly interrupted by loud hoots and hollering. It sounded like the movie was over and the girls were ready for Lindsay to make her big reveal. My erection went down a little bit with nervousness, realizing I was about to be exposed to these girls. The sounds of all the girls walking across the room told me I was out of time. I could hear the girls giggling as a hand that must have been Lindsay's reached behind the curtain. 957 "And now ladies, I present to you..." she pulled the curtain aside with exaggerated flourish. "The Penis!!" 958 I was glad for the hood at that moment. Not only had I turned bright red at being exposed, but my jaw dropped open and didn't close again for minutes once I saw the girls in their outfits. I could have been drooling and would not have known it. While I had seen Lindsay's little schoolgirl outfit, I was not prepared for the heavenly vision that stood there in front of me at that moment. 959 The first thing I noticed was Elizabeth, as she was the unknown of the bunch. She was definitely younger than all the other girls. Her tiny, petite frame showed just the slightest curve in her hips, and her small breasts were just buds. She had the same black eyes as Ann however, and after a closer look I realized she must be Ann's younger sister. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties that looked too small for her. They appeared to have been stretched to their limit just to get them on. I could see the edges of her pubic mound just sticking out on either side of the crotch material, and a very obvious case of camel-toe. Her top was a simple white t-shirt that said "Cutie" across the front in large, pink, outlined letters, and she was wearing pink and white striped knee socks. The overall effect of her outfit was very naughty lolita-esque. 960 Ann was standing next to Elizabeth wearing a similar outfit. She had on the same t-shirt, but it seemed barely able to contain what was underneath; while her panties were light pink and higher cut than her sister's. I was dying to see what they looked like from behind. She had also had on knee socks, but hers were solid white. 961 Next my eyes travelled over to Amy, who was wearing an emerald green sheer one-piece. She had her hair held back with a head band and was also wearing black thigh-highs. I could easily see her small, dark nipples pressing against the sheer material. My eyes wandered down between her legs, but I couldn't make out any hair there. Either the outfit's crotch was solid, or Amy kept herself shaved smooth. Either way, this was quickly becoming more than I could stand. My cock was standing straight up with no shame, and all I could do was sit there and admire these gorgeous young girls. 962 Finally, I let my eyes settle on Kristy. Kristy was wearing a simple, sheer, white silk robe. It hung open and revealed a sexy white bustier, matching white lace high-cut panties, and white thigh-highs with vertical stripes patterned into them. A white satin choker with a diamond embedded in the middle topped off the outfit. Kristy was staring right at my swollen cock and licking her lips. Suddenly the room seemed very warm. 963 Chapter 4.3 While it seemed like forever that I sat and took all this in, it was really only a few seconds. As soon as I was revealed, the girls got quiet. The four girls that weren't mine were all staring directly at my crotch. Lindsay, on the other hand, was looking straight into my face with the biggest smile I'd ever seen on her. 965 "Wow Lindsay!" Kristy exclaimed. "That is a beautiful cock! Why aren't you dating that?" 966 "Trust me," she replied smiling "it wouldn't work out." 967 "With I cock like that, I'd make it work." Kristy rebutted. 968 "I've never seen an older guy's penis before. Just my old boyfriend's," Amy commented. "It's so big." 969 Lindsay laughed. "I knew you guys would love his dick." 970 Listening to the girls talk about my cock this way was really starting to drive me crazy. 971 "So, he's just going to sit there all night?" Elizabeth asked. 972 "Yep," my daughter confirmed. "Any time you want to see or touch his penis, all you have to do is walk over and do your thing." She was obviously very proud of this little event of hers. 973 "You don't have to if you don't want to Elizabeth," Ann stated. 974 "Nervous, are we?" asked Kristy 975 "She's still a virgin," Ann responded candidly. 976 If I had something to drop, or a mouth full of water to spit, I would have. Elizabeth was a virgin? This was not something I had expected and started to panic a little. My daughter must have seen me move a bit and figured out my concern. 977 "Don't worry Elizabeth," she said. "Kristy can help you learn your way around a penis. Can't you Kristy?" This distracted me from my immediate concerns. 978 "Absolutely!" Kristy said. And with that, she dropped to her knees right in front of me, and without using her hands she swallowed my whole cock in one go. She immediately started working her tongue up and down its length, all while keeping me completely in her mouth and sucking like a pro. 979 The whole thing – the buildup, the outfits, sitting here naked in front of five beautiful young girls, and now having my daughter's best friend sucking my cock – was too much. I could feel my balls and whole body start to tighten up. Sensing the inevitable, Kristy gagged as she shoved my cock all the way down the back of her throat. With a loud groan, I came harder than I had in years. The hairs on my head were standing up as I shot thick load after thick load into Kristy's beautiful mouth. She didn't miss a beat, swallowing all she could. When I had finally stopped twitching, she let my cock fall out of her mouth. I could see a couple drips of cum making their way down her chin as she stood up. The other girls were all staring at her as she used her finger to wipe one glob of cum off her face. 980 "Here ya go, Elizabeth. Taste it," she said, reaching her hand out and offering her gooey finger to the smallest girl. 981 Elizabeth looked nervously at the cum-covered finger, then at her sister, then at the other girls, and then back at Kristy's finger again. Looking like she made a conscious decision in her head, Elizabeth reached out, took Kristy's finger, and stuck it in her mouth. The other girls watched with wide eyes as she sucked all of my cum off the offered finger. 982 "It taste's a little weird," Elizabeth reported. "It's kinda sweet, but a little salty at the same time." She stood there looking like she was studying the taste some more. "I like it," she finally determined. 983 "Every guy taste's a little different," my daughter told her. 984 Wait! Was that my daughter talking about the taste of cum? 985 "It's true," Kristy finished. "You actually got lucky Elizabeth, because Lindsay's friend here tastes pretty good. He must drink a lot of fruit juice," she laughed. 986 Then Amy looked back over at my now limp cock. 987 "What about that?" she asked. "How long do we have to wait after he cums before it will get hard again?" 988 "Every guy is different," Lindsay answered "...but I have a feeling we won't have any trouble getting this cock hard over and over again." She was once again smiling directly at me through my hood. 989 "Can I try?" Amy asked. 990 "Go for it," Kristy encouraged. 991 Amy stepped forward and knelt down in front of me. When her hand touched my cock, it moved slightly. She pulled her hand away quickly as if a dog had just snapped at it. 992 The other girls laughed "Go ahead Amy," my daughter encouraged. "Stroke it and get him hard again." 993 Amy nervously reached out again and took my cock in her hand. As soon as I felt her soft hand on my dick, I knew it wouldn't take much to get me hard again. 994 "Oh wow!" she marveled. "It's getting hard already." She began stroking my cock up and down, slow and steady. 995 "Do you want to help her?" Lindsay asked Elizabeth. 996 "I just want to watch at first," she replied timidly. 997 "How about you Ann?" 998 "Well...Ok," Ann replied nervously, dropping to her knees beside Amy. 999 While Amy was stroking my cock, Ann had set her hands on my leg. As she watched my cock throb in her friend's grip, nature started to take over and I felt her hands beginning to move curiously over my thighs. All I could do is moan as these two girls did their thing. Amy kept stroking my cock, sometimes with one hand, sometimes with two. Meanwhile Ann's hands had found their way to my balls. She was gently fondling them and letting her fingernails glide over their sensitive surface. I was in heaven. At Kristy's insistence, Amy spit in her hand and resumed jerking my dick. I couldn't believe how amazing these girls were making me feel. What really blew my mind was when I felt Ann's fingertip slide even further down and back until it rested right against my asshole. I could see she was entranced watching Amy play with my dick, and I felt her fingertip begin to work in small teasing circles over my asshole. After a few minutes of this I was rock hard again, and the girls sat back to admire their handiwork. 1000 "Nice job Amy," Kristy complimented. "Put it between your tits, Ann!" 1001 Ann looked at Kristy for a second, and then at my cock. She obviously had never considered this idea before. Amy moved out of the way so Ann could get right up between my legs. I watched as she pulled her "Cutie" t-shirt up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and my mouth dropped open again as Ann's beautiful breasts were exposed to me. For the first time, I could see she was larger than I had previously thought. If anything, removing her bra had made them seem larger. They had very little sag despite their size, probably due to her young age. Ann's nipples were rosy red like her lips and about the size of quarters. I wanted to squeeze and suck them so bad. 1002 Ann leaned forward and slowly squeezed my cock between her tits. It took a couple tries until she was able to coordinate her movements without my cock popping out of her grasp, but after a few minutes she was working her tits up and down my shaft like a pro. At Kristy's recommendation, every now and then Ann would lean forward and either lick the head of my cock as it poked out from between her heavenly globes, or spit on it for more lube. My head fell backward as I lost myself in the pleasure. 1003 "I think he likes it Ann," said Lindsay. I looked up at my daughter and nodded. While the other girls couldn't see my face, my voiceless nod was all they needed to know they were doing a great job. Encouraged, Ann picked up her pace and started moving her boobs even faster up and down my cock. I saw Lindsay lean over and whisper something in Amy's ear. Amy looked shocked, and then smiled innocently as my daughter nodded her on. When she walked around behind my chair I lost sight of her. I could hear her movement, but had no idea what she was doing. I wondered what my daughter had said to her. 1004 Then I felt my balls being engulfed in soft, wet, warmness. My eyes flew open (unseen by anyone else of course) as I realized Amy had laid on the floor and scooted herself under my chair from behind. Once she was lying under the chair, Amy had begun sucking and licking my balls eagerly. I was moaning now, and this seemed to please the girls. Ann was now practicing squeezing her boobs together in rhythm with her up and down stroking; which was amazing. Amy's tongue was making long slow licks from just behind my balls to and over my tight sack. With every lick she seemed to start just a tiny bit further and further back. Ann told the other girls she could feel me throbbing faster now, and they all circled around to watch. Just then, Amy's tongue found my asshole. The erotic shock of feeling her tongue on my asshole was too much. I began shooting load after load all over Ann's beautiful tits. Ann kept jerking even when a couple of shots managed to hit her in the face. Eventually my orgasm subsided and Ann let my cock slip from between her boobs. Amy had also crawled out from under the chair with a very naughty grin on her face. Ann used her fingers to wipe off her face, and then proceeded to lick them clean. 1005 "Mmmmm, you're right Kristy. He does taste good," she agreed. 1006 "I wanna taste!" whined Amy. She didn't wait for a response as she leaned forward and began licking my cum off of Ann's tits. Over, around, and between; Amy licked as much of the sloppy white mess off of her friend's boobs as she could. Ann moaned each time Amy would focus on one of her nipples as I watched with growing jealousy. When Amy had managed to clean most of the cum off Ann's tits, she looked up at the other girls and smiled. Some of the sticky seed was still smeared on her lips and cheek. When Lindsay laughed about this, Amy offered her a small drip from her cheek. I must have moved a bit in shock at the offer, because I saw Lindsay's eyes shoot toward me briefly before responding. 1007 "Eeeww," she playfully refused. I relaxed slightly. 1008 Then I saw Lindsay put her finger to her lips, giving Amy the universal sign for "quiet". I watched in shock and excitement as my daughter then pulled her friend close and stuck her tongue in Amy's mouth. I watched as they kissed deeply, and I could see their tongues working in and out of each other's mouths. When Lindsay finally came up for air, she looked at the girls and rubbed her hand in small circles over her stomach, indicating that I was indeed "yummy". The girls giggled and I was in total shock. Lindsay glanced my way and winked mischievously. 1009 "I think we should give him a break for a minute," said Kristy. "I know you said we wouldn't have any problems getting him hard, but we still have all night." 1010 "Yeah, I guess," Lindsay responded, and they made their way back to the television. 1011 I was glad for the break. As much as I didn't want this to ever end, I needed the time to comprehend what had just happened – and what was still to come. Lindsay had also supplied everyone with wet-wipes and towels. The girls had been nice enough to wipe me down before returning to their normal slumber party rituals. That had been a strangely erotic experience in and of its self. 1012 Lindsay had arranged things so I could watch the TV from where I was when the girls weren't playing with me. About three quarters of the way through their next movie, I realized I had stopped watching the film and was focused on the girls again. Ann hadn't bothered putting her bra back on, and from this vantage point I found out that both Kristy and Amy's underwear were thongs. Their beautiful round asses begged to be handled and used every time one of them bent over. I assumed Lindsay was also wearing a thong. While I could just make out the bottom curve of her ass cheeks every now and then when she would bend over a bit, she was being very careful not to bend over too far and show too much. I assumed this was her attempt to maintain some kind of father/daughter modesty; though after all that had happened so far, I didn't see the point. 1013 When the movie had ended, I was disappointed to see the girls turn on one of our gaming systems instead of coming back over to where I was. By this time, I had recovered and was eager to see what else might happen. Instead, they sat in a half circle, laughing and playing whatever game had caught their attention. Every now and then, one of the girls would turn around and look back at me. I could feel their eyes looking me up and down and staring at my cock. Then one of the girls, usually Lindsay or Kristy, would encourage whoever was peeking to go have some fun; but then the curious girl would hesitantly say no and turn around again. After a while of this, I was worried the girls were starting to have second thoughts. Then as the girls were trading controllers for the next round of whatever game they were playing, Lindsay stood up and announced she was going to check on their penis. 1014 "How are you doing?" she asked softly so no one could hear. She undid each Velcro strap one at a time to rub the area underneath before reattaching them. 1015 "I'm not going to lie, sweetie. This is by far the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me." 1016 "I'm so happy you're enjoying yourself daddy." 1017 "You could say that," I responded. Then Lindsay did something I was not expecting. She sat right down on my lap sideways. My erection, which had returned to about half by then, immediately sprang to life. My cock was now straining against my daughters naked ass cheek as she leaned over to whisper in my ear. 1018 "You did taste good, daddy," she said. My cock throbbed hard against her and she smiled in response. "I think you're ready to go again." 1019 "Yeah..." was all I could muster. I couldn't get my mind off of Lindsay's warm ass pressed against my dick. 1020 "I think it's time you fucked someone," she said. Again my cock jumped at her words and she giggled. "Who do you want daddy? Which of my friends do you want to put your dick inside first?" 1021 "I...I...uh," was I a managed to say. 1022 "How about Amy? I know you've fantasized about her." 1023 "Oh my God..." I muttered. It was more of a reaction to the thought of being inside Amy than it was an agreement, but Lindsay took it as such and walked back over to her friends. I saw her lean over and say something to Amy. The other girls giggled as Amy looked back towards me. I couldn't make out the expression on her face before she turned back around. I wasn't sure what was said, but I saw Lindsay stretch and give me a thumbs up behind her back where no one else could see. My cock throbbed again. When the next round of the game was over and the girls started trading controllers again, I saw that this time Amy was the odd person out. As the next round began and the other girls started playing, Amy slowly stood up and started walking back towards me. 1024 "Have fun!" Lindsay called out. I didn't know if she was talking to me or Amy. 1025 As Amy approached, she seemed like she was in a trance. She was staring at my cock and went straight to her knees when she reached me. Without hesitation, she leaned over and took my hardness into her mouth. Once again I felt her other hand start working my balls, but before long her fingernails had traced their way over my sack and back to my asshole. Amy was now attempting to stuff as much of my cock as she could down the back of her throat. She was gagging herself to the point of drooling all over my dick and balls. I hadn't seen many girls use this technique in real life. In fact, I had only ever seen sloppy blowjobs like this in porn videos. All the extra lubrication felt amazing, and I wondered how much porn Amy watched. The whole time she kept working her fingertip over and around my sensitive asshole. Once or twice she even stuck just the tip of her finger inside me, would give it a little wiggle, and then pull it out again to continue teasing me. My eyes had closed from the amazing sensations I was feeling, and when I opened them I saw we were no longer alone. 1026 Distracted from their game by the sounds of Amy's wet and sloppy blowjob, Elizabeth had also wandered over to watch. She was entranced watching Amy's talented mouth and hands working their way over my rock hard member. 1027 "Do you want to try?" Amy asked Elizabeth, pulling my cock out of her mouth with a loud, sucking pop. Elizabeth just nodded, and Amy moved to the side for her. 1028 Watching this tiny girl wrap her small soft hands around my cock was amazing. She looked up at Amy, wondering how to proceed. 1029 "Have you ever given a blow job before?" Amy asked. Elizabeth shook her head. 1030 "Have you even touched a penis before?" Again Elizabeth shook her head. 1031 "Ok then," said Amy. "Every guy likes their blowjobs differently. Some guys like spit, some guys don't. Some guys like it when you use your hands and some guys prefer it without. Some guys like it when you play with their balls, and some guys like it if you play with their ass. You just have to pay attention to how he responds and learn what each guy wants." 1032 I was impressed with Amy's knowledge of giving head. 1033 "How many guys have you been with?" Elizabeth asked Amy softly. 1034 "Just my ex-boyfriend," she responded. "...but I watch a lot of porn." 1035 "Was your ex-boyfriend this big?" Elizabeth asked. 1036 "God no!" Amy exclaimed. "This was a couple years ago, and even then he was another year younger than I was." 1037 In her ex-boyfriend's defense (or maybe not), I'm not huge or anything - slightly larger than average maybe, but not huge. In my years I've known women who barely fit half my cock in their mouth, and I've known women who could take it down to the base. Like everything else in sex and life, it just depends on who you're playing with. Elizabeth hadn't enough experience to completely understand this yet and was staring at the hard cock in her hand apprehensively. 1038 "Here's some basics to get you started," Amy helped. "You can start with these and then adjust for whoever your giving a blowjob to." 1039 Elizabeth blushed slightly at the assumption she would be sucking other guys off in the future, but she nodded and listened intently. 1040 "The deeper you can get his cock in your mouth, the better," Amy started. "And the longer you can hold it in there without having to take your mouth off of it, the better. The longer you keep it in your mouth and the deeper you go, the more you're going to drool and slobber on his dick. Don't get embarrassed or try to stop. Guys like it and thinks it's sexy as hell. If you do happen to find the one or two guys who don't, then they'll tell you and you can try something else." 1041 So far it all seemed like good advice. 1042 "The next thing is eye contact. Guys love it when you can get low and stare into their eyes while you have their dick in your mouth." 1043 Elizabeth was paying attention, but had also started unconsciously moving her hand up and down on my cock. 1044 "Also, be sure to keep sucking. Don't just move it back and forth in your mouth. That's where a lot of girls go wrong. Also, don't use your teeth. Put your tongue over your lower teeth and let your lips cover your upper teeth if you're having trouble, like this..." and she proceeded to show Elizabeth how to cover her teeth with her lips and tongue. "Now just remember that you have two hands as well, so you can be touching him, playing with his butt or balls, or stroking his dick as you suck him too." 1045 Elizabeth listened to all of Amy's advice very carefully, and then turned her attention back to the dick in her hand. Slowly, she leaned over and took me into her mouth. 1046 I groaned loudly at the sight of this young girl taking her first cock, my cock, into her mouth. She had obviously been paying close attention to Amy's input, as she nailed each piece of advice with near precision. She couldn't fit all of my cock in her mouth, but she managed about half before gagging. Amy encouraged her to keep gagging herself, as it creates "spit lubricant"; as Amy called it. Since Elizabeth couldn't get it all in her mouth, Amy also suggested she stroke the part that wouldn't fit with her hand. 1047 Elizabeth followed instruction wonderfully. Soon the whole front of her shirt was covered in slobber as she kept trying to fit more and more of my dick in her small mouth. Amy reached over and pulled Elizabeth's shirt over her head, revealing her small breasts. Elizabeth's nipples were small brown points centered on each of her budding mounds. Elizabeth seemed to hardly notice her disrobing as she worked my cock feverishly. 1048 Chapter 4.4 "Hey Ann! Your sister is going to be one hell of a cock-sucker," Amy called back over her shoulder, confirming my earlier suspicion about Ann and Elizabeth being sisters. 1050 "Must run in the family," Ann replied back, and all the girls laughed. 1051 "My jaw is starting to get sore," Elizabeth complained after several minutes. 1052 "Well he's already cum twice," Amy reasoned. "I think maybe it's time we tried something else." 1053 Elizabeth took Amy's cue and moved to the side. Amy slowly slid off her green one-piece. I looked down to see her reveal her beautifully small breasts. They were only slightly larger than Elizabeth's and were capped with the same small, hard, brown nipples. Between her slender legs I could see a neatly trimmed patch of straight black pubic hair. As she turned around, I was treated to an amazing view of her small, inviting ass. Not being able to touch these girls was really beginning to really suck. Amy positioned herself over my lap. 1054 "Don't you want one of these?" Elizabeth asked, holding up a condom she had pulled from the bowl Lindsay had stocked. 1055 Amy only shook her head "no" as I felt her reach between her legs to guide my cock into her tiny, waiting pussy. 1056 She was tight. Really tight. She had to work herself up and down several times before she finally managed to fit my whole length inside her. Once she did, she paused only for a moment before slowly started riding me. She was so wet I could hear my cock sliding in and out of her. The heat from her pussy was amazing, and despite how tight she was – because she was so wet - she was able to fuck me with relative ease. She was moaning uncontrollably now, and I would have given anything to be able to grab her by that sexy ass and push her down as hard as I could on to my cock. 1057 "Oh my God," she kept saying. "I'm never fucking a boy again. Holy shit he feels amazing" 1058 She was riding me with abandon now. Anytime she would slam down on my cock particularly hard, she would let out a sharp yelp and fuck me harder. I could see the other girls had paused their game and were turned around, watching now. Lindsay was smiling grandly. 1059 Amy reached down between her legs and started playing with my balls again as she rode me. Elizabeth had her face inches from where we were joined and watched in fascination as Amy's pussy swallowed my cock over and over again. Amy moved her hand to her clit and told Elizabeth to take over playing with my balls. Elizabeth obeyed and starting fondling my balls, but then stopped after only a minute or so. Amy and I both watched as Elizabeth leaned forward between our legs and started licking my balls as Amy fucked me. 1060 "Fuck, that's hot!" I heard Ann say. 1061 "HOLY SHIT!!" Amy screamed all of the sudden. Elizabeth had now moved up my balls and was now tonguing Amy's clit. I don't know how she managed to keep her tongue there as Amy was now thrashing wildly on top of me. 1062 "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Amy kept panting. 1063 "God you guys are making me wet." I looked up to see Kristy with her hands in her panties. 1064 "...fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." 1065 I started to feel that familiar sensation as we both climbed closer and closer to orgasm. 1066 "...fuck fuck fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Amy cried out as she came on my dick. I guess she could feel my cock getting close because she started yelling "Come inside me! Come inside me! Please come inside me!" 1067 That was all I could take. With several loud grunts, I thrust my cock as deep as I could into Amy's soaking pussy and shot my load. 1068 "It's so hot!" she moaned. "I can feel it squirting inside me. It's filling me up!" 1069 We both sat there twitching. Every time my cock throbbed, Amy jerked again, feeling more of my cum shoot inside of her. Finally our orgasms subsided. My cock slipped out of her pussy, but Amy sat there with her head back on my shoulder, relaxing in the afterglow of her orgasm for several minutes. 1070 "It's dripping out," Elizabeth said. We all watched as she leaned forward and began licking the cum from Amy's freshly fucked pussy. Amy twitched and groaned every time Elizabeth's tongue touched her. 1071 "Now that's what I'm talking about," said Lindsay. Elizabeth was now sucking all the cum and pussy juice she could off my limp cock. 1072 "Should we give him another break to recover?" Ann asked. 1073 "Fuck that!" Kristy exclaimed. "I'm too fucking horny now." She still had her hand in her panties and was obviously rubbing her clit as she spoke. 1074 Lindsay, Kristy, and Ann had now joined Amy and Elizabeth over in our little fuck-area. 1075 "C'mon Ann. Let's show these two how it's done," challenged Kristy. 1076 "I don't know if we can beat that!" Ann replied dubiously. Her little sister looked up at her and smiled. She still had sex juices smeared across her face. 1077 "Oh yeah?" said Kristy. "Watch this." 1078 Kristy slid her robe down over her shoulders. She looked even more womanly than normal, standing there in her bustier, panties, and thigh highs. 1079 "A little help, please," she said to Lindsay. Lindsay helped Kristy undo the clasps and lacing on her bustier. When Kristy finally pulled the bustier away, I had to bite my tongue to keep from gasping. Her tits were beautiful and perfect - larger than I had thought. Easily a large D, they were magnificent. There was almost no sag as they hung in place. Her nipples were very light and just a little smaller around than a soda can. The areola and nipple seem to be one, creating beautiful pointed caps on each of her large breasts. 1080 I saw her lean over and whisper something to Lindsay. Whatever Lindsay said must have pleased her, because she turned and looked at me with a big smile. I watched as she stepped up, straddled my legs, and sat down on my lap facing me. My heart was pounding. Here was the object of so many of my fantasies, sitting on my lap with her naked boobs just inches from my face. I could feel the warm heat of her thighs pressed against my own. Then Kristy leaned forward for the straps around my arms. As she did, her breasts were pressed firmly against my chest. The feeling of her skin against mine was delicious. She disengaged the Velcro straps from my wrists, took my hands, and placed them flat on her boobs. The warm flesh was amazing in my hands as I began to squeeze and fondle her. Kristy adjusted her stance so she was sitting almost completely on one of my legs. I could feel the warm heat of her crotch through the silky material of her panties as she started to grind on my thigh. I saw Lindsay grinning out of the corner of my eye. 1081 "I got an idea!" my daughter said as she walked around behind me. I panicked when she reached around to my face and grabbed the bottom of my hood. She must have sensed my panic, because she leaned over, pressing her tits into my back, and whispered in my ear, "Trust me." 1082 Slowly Lindsay lifted the front of my hood up until just my mouth was exposed, and holding it tightly under my nose so no one would accidentally see who their mystery cock belonged to. 1083 "It's been a long evening," Lindsay spoke to Kristy. "I think you should feed him." 1084 Kristy grinned at her friend and then forcefully shoved one of her large nipples into my mouth. Not needing any encouragement, I began sucking, licking, and nibbling on Kristy's offered breast. 1085 "Oh wow!" she groaned. "He's really good at that. He's making me really wet." 1086 We continued like that for several minutes – me sucking and fondling her tits, and her grinding on my leg. I could feel my cock, once again, start to react. She noticed it too and reached down with one hand to grasp me. Deciding to push my luck, I let my free hands wander from her breasts, down her sides, and around to grab her perfect ass. She reacted by stroking me harder as she kept feeding me her breasts. 1087 Suddenly she stood up and, without pause, lost the underwear. Her pussy was shaved bare and smooth, and I could just see the top of her beautiful slit in that little valley between her thighs. She stepped up to me again, took my hand, and shoved it straight to her waiting pussy. She was so wet, and my fingers slid inside of her effortlessly. She wasn't tight, but she wasn't loose either. It was hot, wet, and perfect. She whimpered as my fingers worked her pussy and clit. 1088 "I can't wait anymore," she said desperately. Kristy straddled my legs again, reached down for my cock, and slowly sank down on it until my full length was buried inside of her. 1089 "Oh, my God. Thank you, Lindsay," was all she said. She was facing me as she rode. Lindsay had tied off the loose fabric of my hood so it would stay in place right above my lips, and Kristy reinserted her nipples into my mouth as she bounced up and down. My hands were holding onto her ass for dear life. My head spun as I focused on the feeling of this young girl with her Playboy body riding my dick. I never wanted to forget the sensation of Kristy's wet pussy. She was dripping now and I could feel her juices running down my balls. Harder and harder she was riding me. I could tell she was approaching her orgasm, so I moved one of my hands off her ass and around to her clit. It was awkward turning my wrist like that to touch her, but within seconds of doing so I was rewarded with the sound and feeling of Kristy going off like a rocket. She was shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. Every time I thought she was coming down, she would shudder and start cumming again. After about six orgasms, she finally pulled herself up off my hard dick. Her juices were all over my thighs, the chair, and on the floor where it had dripped from my balls. 1090 "Wow Kristy!" Ann exclaimed. I wish I could cum like that. 1091 Kristy looked over at her and winked. "Maybe we'll just have to practice sometime." 1092 Ann blushed, but I could see that the idea excited her. 1093 "Who's next?" Kristy asked. She had grabbed a few of the wipes Lindsay had provided and was now cleaning the excess cum and juices from her pussy and my cock. When she was satisfied that we were clean enough, she leaned over and gave my cock a kiss right on the tip, stood up, and put her robe back on (ignoring her bustier and panties on the floor. 1094 "Well I haven't got to fuck him yet," Ann answered back. 1095 "You're going to have to get him hard again," said Amy. 1096 "It might take a little more work this time, but I think you guys can handle it," Lindsay added. 1097 "What about you sis," Ann turned and asked. "Did you want to fuck him?" 1098 Elizabeth stared at her sister for a moment and stammered, "I...I'm not sure I'm ready for that," she said eyeing the muscle between my legs. I was at the same time both disappointed and relieved. I was disappointed because, well...who wouldn't be disappointed at missing the opportunity to have the virginity of such a lovely young lady. At the same time, I was also relieved that I wouldn't be taking her virginity in such a raucous setting. I didn't want to be responsible for Elizabeth's first time if she ended up walking away feeling ashamed or pressured. I might be a perv, but I try not to be an asshole. 1099 "If you're not ready Elizabeth, then we don't want to pressure you," Lindsay comforted. "...but that actually gives me an idea for something else you could try until he's hard enough to fuck Ann." She leaned over and started whispering in Elizabeth's ear. I saw Elizabeth turn very red, and slowly her nervous expression relaxed into a shy smile. When Lindsay stepped back to get her answer, Elizabeth nodded happily. 1100 Lindsay turned to the other girls and motioned them to assist. Following her lead, they stood, two to a side around my chair. The next thing I knew I was being lowered backwards until I was lying on my back, with my feet awkwardly in the air. Then Lindsay pulled Elizabeth beside her and pulled off her panties. 1101 Elizabeth was now standing completely naked. From my position on the floor, I could just make out her smooth virginal slit. The only separation in that perfect slit was her tiny clit nub just barely peeking out at the top. At one point, she had turned and I was treated to a lovely view of her tiny round butt. Every part of her body was young, fresh, and smooth. I so badly wanted to touch her all over. 1102 "Go ahead," Lindsay instructed. "Just lower yourself down till your sitting on his face. He'll know what to do." 1103 "O...ok," Elizabeth replied. She came around and stood over my head, one foot by each of my ears. When her legs parted to straddle my head, I saw her small slit separate just slightly, revealing a sliver of sticky wetness that clung to both lips for just a moment before choosing a side. 1104 "Do you want me to strap his arms back to the chair," Lindsay asked. "...or do you want him to be able to use his fingers too?" 1105 "If she's a virgin, then fingers might not be a good idea," Kristy advised. 1106 "No," Ann disagreed. "She popped her cherry a couple years ago." 1107 The girls looked at Ann. 1108 "We both did it together," she explained. "We've been using mom's toys for a while now. I was going to get one for myself – or ask mom to get one for me, but I chickened out." 1109 "You can have one of mine," Kristy offered. 1110 "I can't decide if that's hot, or gross," Ann joked back with a smile. 1111 "I don't see anyone here using condoms," Kristy retorted. 1112 "Touché," Ann congratulated. Lindsay looked back at Elizabeth. 1113 "No straps then?" 1114 "No," Elizabeth confirmed. 1115 As Elizabeth began to squat, I saw her slit spread again, slightly more this time; and again I could see small, sticky strands of wetness trying to decide which side they were going to stick to. As she lowered further, I was also treated to a beautiful view of her young puckered asshole. Then I lost sight of everything as Elizabeth's wet virgin pussy settled right on my face. 1116 The scent of her pussy was unlike any woman I had been with before. It lacked the deep musky undertone of more mature women. It was almost sweet, like a cross between a peach and some exotic flower. 1117 In her inexperience, Elizabeth had done exactly as Lindsay had suggested and simply sat on my face. As turned on as I was to have her young pussy resting on my lips and her smooth ass against my face, I was starting to have trouble breathing. I brought my arms up and around so I could gently encourage her to lean forward against my knees – which were sticking straight up since my legs were still strapped to the overturned chair legs. Seeing what I was doing, Lindsay helped. 1118 "Lean forward against his legs," Lindsay instructed. "You got give him room to breathe and touch you." 1119 Elizabeth obeyed and leaned forward. When she did, I was once again treated to the most erotic view of her small spread ass and wet young pussy. Reaching up and taking one tight cheek in each hand, I spread Elizabeth open and buried my tongue in her pussy. 1120 She squealed when my tongue touched her clit for the first time. Her young juices were sweet and dripping on my face within minutes. She tasted as fresh as she looked, and I let my tongue travel slowly along her labia. I traced gently up her lips, focused on her clit a for a bit, and then returned to tease her lips again. She began bucking wildly when my tongue wandered briefly over her tiny puckered asshole. 1121 As she became more and more excited, I started focusing more and more on her clit. She was moaning loudly now. 1122 "...feels so good...oh, that's nice...right there...don't stop...oh my God, he's licking my butt again...oh, I'm gonna cum soon!" 1123 I kept up my oral assault as Elizabeth moaned and bucked more and more. I could tell she was getting close as I inserted my fingers into her little hole. I was amazed at how tight she actually was. I didn't think I could have fit my cock in her even if she had agreed to it. As I continued sucking on her clit and working her inside with my fingers, Elizabeth suddenly leaned way over and took my cock in her mouth for the second time that evening. Not one to be outdone, I gently touched her asshole with my pinky finger as I continued to suck and finger her. 1124 "Oh, I like that!" she managed to say. "I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" 1125 "Watch this," Ann said with a smile. The other girls looked at her curiously, and then back to Elizabeth. 1126 At that moment, I let my pinky finger slide just past her rectum and into her asshole. 1127 "OH FUCK!" Elizabeth started screaming. "FUCK! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!!" 1128 The next thing I know, Elizabeth had raised her hip off my face as streams of her sweet cum started squirting from her tiny hole. The sticky juice flooded over my face, chest, the chair, and the floor where we lay. When I thought she was done, I leaned up to give her clit a little kiss. As soon as my lips touched her though, she screamed, and more juice came flowing out of her gorgeous young pussy. 1129 "I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" she screamed. "FUCK! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!" 1130 All I could do was hold on and try to keep Elizabeth's bucking hips from breaking my nose. I didn't know how one girl could produce so much cum. After an orgasm that seemed to last minutes, Elizabeth's bucking stopped as she doubled over trying to catch her breath. I was tempted to touch her clit again, but I figured I should let the poor thing rest a bit. 1131 "I changed my mind Kristy," Ann said, finally tearing her eyes away from the sticky scene. "I wanna cum like THAT!" 1132 "I've never seen a girl squirt like that before," Kristy answered with a dreamy look in her eyes. 1133 "I know," Ann agreed. "I can't squirt either, but Elizabeth has been doing it ever since she first started masturbating, well...at least with toys. 1134 Elizabeth had turned bright red as the girls discussed her amazing ability. 1135 "Next time I'll know to put a tarp down," Lindsay laughed. "This floor is soaked!" 1136 "Sorry," Elizabeth apologized meekly. 1137 "Don't apologize!" Lindsay replied. "That was awesome!" 1138 The other girls agreed as Lindsay helped Elizabeth wipe herself and the chair down as much as possible. She let Elizabeth clean me up. Once that was accomplished, the girls righted my chair. 1139 "Ooh," said Ann. "You got him hard again sis. My turn!" 1140 Sure enough, between the pussy shower and blowjob Elizabeth had just given me, my cock was definitely on the rise again. I was really looking forward to playing with Ann now. 1141 They were about to redo my arm straps to when Ann told them not to. 1142 "I want him to be able to touch me," she explained. 1143 While Ann was still topless from tit-fucking me earlier, she was also the only one who still had panties on – not counting Lindsay. As if she realized this the same time I thought it, Ann reached down and slid her pink cotton panties to the floor. Ann also shaved her pussy, which allowed her soft pink lips to peak out at me from between her legs. 1144 "Do you want a condom?" her sister asked. 1145 "No. I have a better idea," Ann replied with a wicked grin. 1146 "Oh," Elizabeth acknowledged with a smile. Whatever the idea was, Elizabeth seemed to know exactly what her sister was thinking. 1147 Ann walked up to where I was sitting. "Put out your hands." 1148 I was waiting for someone who knew what she was talking about to respond, but then she tapped me on the leg to indicate she was speaking to me. It surprised me at first, as this was the first time tonight any of them had addressed me directly. 1149 "Go ahead. Put out your hands," she continued. 1150 I did as I was told and watched as Ann turned around and stuck her ass out, right into my waiting hands. Without needing further instruction, I began kneading her firm full ass. 1151 "You've got great hands," Ann said. Evidently she had no issues addressing me directly as we played. I was running my hands gently up over the curves of her butt, feeling the softness, then squeezing hard and feeling the fullness fill my hands. As I squeezed, her ass cheeks spread revealing her small puckered hole wet pussy lips at the same time. When her pussy spread I could just make out the tight walls around the entrance to her slippery tunnel. I ached to be inside her, but since I wasn't able to do that, I took a chance to lean over and plant my tongue right on her offered asshole. 1152 Chapter 4.5 Ann yelped my tongue touched her in such an intimate spot, but as my hands held her spread as my tongue continued across her sensitive area, she relaxed and eased my access. I began running my tongue down her exposed pussy and back up to her ass again. Every now and then I paused on her pussy to tongue her sweet hole or concentrate on her clit. She was moaning constantly now and kept encouraging me to continue. 1154 "Oh yeah," she sighed. "That's so good. Eat my asshole. Mmmmmm. Now my pussy." 1155 Ann reached down between her legs and took hold of my cock. It reacted instantly to the feeling of her soft fingers wrapping around its length. Once again I decided not to be outdone and shoved two fingers inside Ann's pussy as I licked her ass hungrily. With my other hand I reached up between her muscular legs to work her clit as my tongue and fingers did their job. 1156 "Put your fingers in my ass" said Ann, surprising me. Doing as I was told, I took the two fingers I had buried in her pussy and slowly started working them into her tight asshole. 1157 "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as they slipped past her rectum and deep into her butt. I started working my fingers in and out of Ann's ass while I had moved my tongue down to start working on her swollen lips. My thumb on her clit continued its assault as her excitement became more vocal. She was almost screaming now as she jerked furiously on my aching cock. 1158 I was lost in my lust when her ass suddenly pulled away from me. Ann stood up, turned around, and swallowed my cock. She immediately began gagging herself, trying to force my cock into the back of her throat. Every time she pulled my dick out of her mouth, great gobs of slimy drool would fall from her lips and slide down my cock. A minute or two of this and my cock was throbbing and soaked. Seeming satisfied with her work, Ann stood up and turned her back to me again. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock once again. I closed my eyes in anticipation as she began to squat over me. 1159 My eyes shot open as I realized Ann was not guiding me into her pussy, but into her tight young ass. The other girls all watched wide-eyed as the head of my cock slipped passed her rectum and she slowly lowered herself onto me. Once I was buried, she rested on my lap for just a moment, then began slowly moving up and down. Her ass was so goddamn tight and I knew I wasn't going to last long. Ann bent over, almost touching the floor, giving me an amazing view of my member sliding in and out of her beautiful, round, perfect ass. My tongue and fingers must have brought her close, because after only a few minutes she was obviously close. 1160 "Fuck! I'm cumming!" Ann screamed as she reached back and started fondling my balls. I could feel her ass clenching on my cock in her orgasm and I knew I was done. I started tapping on her shoulder to let her know I was about to blow. 1161 "Cum in my ass," she responded with desperation. "Please cum in my ass. I want to feel it shooting inside me." 1162 That was all I could take. Holding her by her hips, I thrust up hard and drained all I had deep inside her gorgeous butt. 1163 "Mmmmm," Ann cooed. "I can feel it oozing inside me. It's so hot." Slowly Ann finally lifted off of me, grabbing a wipe and cleaning herself. 1164 "Wow Ann," said Amy. "My boyfriend wanted to try that, but I was too afraid." 1165 "She lubed him up real good and went slowly," Kristy explained. "It makes all the difference in the world." 1166 "I say we let him rest now," Lindsay suggested. The other girls agreed. 1167 The girls then wiped me down, making sure they got everywhere. If I had anything left, the feeling of them running their hands and wipes over my sensitive bits would have had me ready again. As it was though, I had nothing left. I was thankful for Lindsay's suggestion, and soon the girls were back around the TV as I was left to my own thoughts. The girls hadn't bothered to dress again, and I fell asleep staring at the beautiful naked bodies lying on the floor in front of me. 1168 When I woke again, it took me a moment to regain my bearings. I was still in the chair, and both my legs had fallen asleep. I tried to adjust my position, but since Lindsay had reattached my arm straps there was very little I could do. Looking toward the window, I guessed I had slept for about three or four hours. The sun hadn't come up yet, but there was a faint glow on the horizon letting the world know it didn't have much longer. Looking back over the room, I saw the girls had fallen asleep just as they had left me - naked. My eyes roamed over the shapely forms strewn across the floor. It was still almost unbelievable that the night's events had actually occurred. Then I saw Kristy. 1169 Kristy was lying on her stomach. I hadn't noticed at first glance, but now I could see she was propped up on her elbows and staring at me. I didn't know how long she had been like that. Hopefully she thought my head turning was just to stretch sore muscles. I didn't want to give away the fact I could see through my hood. I tried to pretend that I wasn't aware of anyone looking at me, or anything else in the room for that matter. Either way, Kristy knew I was up now and had evidently decided to join me. Pretending to react to the sound of her footsteps, I cocked my head as if listening. 1170 Kristy was still naked from the night before, except for the sheer robe that hung loosely from her shoulders – that and the thigh highs. Her hips swayed seductively as she made her way across the room, and her large firm tits gave a little jiggle with every step. My eyes travelled from her beautiful eyes, down her amazing chest and stomach, to the sweet fold just peeking out from between her long slender legs. Kristy was staring at me as she approached, but not at my body or cock, but right at my hood-covered face. I panicked a little bit. Lindsay was still asleep and I was still bound. There would be nothing I could do if Kristy decided to find out who was under the hood right now. But instead, Kristy stopped when she was a couple steps away. Then she spoke. 1171 "You know," she started speaking – I assumed to me. "I've known Lindsay a looooong time, and I don't think there's anything we don't tell each other." 1172 Kristy was definitely up to something, and my heart started pumping. I watched as Kristy started massaging her tits as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing her hips curve out seductively. She took one hand and started running it down her side and over her hip, until it rested over the little valley between her legs. I could see her press one of her fingers in against her clit. 1173 "...and if I know Lindsay," she continued with a mischievous smile, "then I'll bet she isn't playing by the rules." She gave the small fold between her legs another rub. 1174 Now I knew what Kristy's game was. She was trying to get me hard without touching me. She wanted to prove I could see her. I tried to think of something else to avoid getting hard, but the sight of Kristy standing naked in front of me, rubbing her tits and pussy, was starting to affect me. I watched as she stepped briefly over to the nearby couch, picked up her purse, and retrieved something from inside. When she came back, I could see it was a small toy of some sort. 1175 Not saying a word, Kristy stood in front of me again. This time she put one foot up on my knee and swung her own knee out, spreading her legs and offering me a clear view of her pretty pink slit. I couldn't look anywhere else without drawing suspicion, as doing so would require me to turn my head away. Turning my head away would reveal the transparent nature of my hood. 1176 Kristy squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples with one hand, while the other reached down between her legs and began rubbing the small toy against her wet opening. I could feel the blood flowing to my cock in reaction. I started to panic, wondering what Kristy's reaction would be when she saw me get hard, proving I could see through the hood. 1177 Then Kristy turned around and bent over. With one arm, she reached back and spread her ass, exposing her beautiful pussy and rectum to me. With the other hand, she reached up between her legs and began to work the small toy in and out of her slippery hole. Seeing her bent over like this, fucking herself, was too much. I couldn't fight it anymore, and my cock sprang to life. 1178 Kristy stood up, turned around, and smiled like the cat that caught the canary. She was staring right at my cock and watched as it grew to its full length. 1179 "I thought so," she said – maybe to me, or maybe to herself. She didn't get mad though. In fact, she seemed glad that she had been proven right. 1180 "Don't worry," she said. "I'm not going to tell your secret." 1181 I sighed in relief (she smiled in response). 1182 "...but maybe we can make this a little more interesting for you?" it came out as a question, but I know it wasn't intended as such. 1183 Kristy dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. This time however, she did it while staring right in my eyes (or where she imagined my eyes to be – which was close enough). I stared back into this beautiful girls eyes as her lips slid up and down my cock. Her tongue was doing magic tricks around my shaft as she sucked harder and harder. 1184 "Fuck Kristy." 1185 She stopped, let me cock slide out of her mouth, and stared at me with a funny expression. I realized I had just fucked up. Not only did I let her hear my voice, but I said her name. Now she knew I could see her AND I knew who she was. Now the shit was sure to hit the fan. 1186 Kristy must have felt me tense up at my realization, but made no move to indicate she was mad or that she was going to flip out. Instead, she stared at me with that funny look across her face for a few more seconds. Then, as if coming to a decision, she let out a girlish laugh, gave my cock a hard squeeze, and took me back into her mouth again. If she had been enjoying sucking my cock up to that point, then now she was in heaven. Kristy went to work on my manhood like it was the last one left. Wet smacking and slurping sounds floated across the room as Kristy sucked me harder and harder. She was playing with my balls with one hand and reaching up with her other to rub my chest and pinch my nipples. Every couple of minutes she would switch and start to suck on my balls while stroking my shaft. She would suck one ball into her mouth, roll it around, and then pulling it out of her mouth with a pop to work on the other. She was still staring in my eyes the whole time. 1187 "Mmmmmmm," was all that I was willing to say. I wanted to tell her how amazing it felt. I wanted to tell her how hot she was. My little groan must have spurred her on even more, because next she pulled my cock out of her mouth and started slapping it on her tongue and face. The whole scene was driving me wild and I knew I wouldn't hold out too much longer. 1188 "Um, do you think you could share?" 1189 Kristy half turned with my cock still in her mouth to see the other girls watching. 1190 "Early bird gets the worm," she shrugged. 1191 "...or the morning wood," Amy finished. 1192 Kristy shrugged again. She was back to slobbering on my dick and the other girls came over to join her. Sensing this was almost the end of their little adventure, all the girls moved in at the same time. While Kristy was going to town on my cock, Ann had stepped over and straddled my lap. She then pulled my hood up as Lindsay had done yesterday and let a nipple rest against my lips. I reacted immediately and took the offering into my mouth. Amy leaned over and whispered to Elizabeth. Each moved to an opposite side of me and dropped to the floor. I watched as they both got onto their hands and knees, and then proceeded to back themselves up till I could feel a soft young pussy grinding on each of my restrained hands. 1193 "You guys are doing awesome," Lindsay encouraged. "I'll bet he's really enjoying having all four of you on him." 1194 Kristy laughed saying she bet I did and giving my dick a little extra squeeze, but no one else seemed to catch her sly remark. 1195 I was in heaven. With Kristy on her knees sucking my cock, Ann standing over her with her tits in my mouth, and Amy and Elizabeth both on their hands and knees grinding their pussies against my hands; I was, for that moment at least, the luckiest man on the planet. A few more minutes of this and I would be ready to blow. Kristy must have noticed this. 1196 "So, everyone has had a turn already. Who wants the last ride?" Kristy asked the others. They all turned to look at each other, but before anyone could speak up, Kristy was already silently answering her own question. I could see her elbowing Lindsay in the side, nodding towards the erection just inches from her face. The other girls were giggling and I could see the hesitation on Lindsay's face. Kristy silently insisted again, poking Lindsay. 1197 "Ok," Kristy continued a little louder than was necessary. The show was for the other girls, since she knew now that I could see everything. "Guess I get to keep working on this bad boy." 1198 With that, Kristy grabbed one of Lindsay's hands and put it right on my cock. 1199 I froze. Lindsay froze. Even Kristy froze. The other girls missed the sudden tension in the room as Lindsay looked up from the dick Kristy had just put in her hand, to my face. I couldn't make out the expression. She looked embarrassed, confused, pleading, and excited all at the same time. I couldn't believe my daughter's hand was wrapped around my cock at that very moment. I could feel the heat of her fingers and the softness of her grasp. I was looking down into her eyes, and her back into mine when she started to move her hand up and down my length. 1200 Another moan escaped my lips and I saw Kristy grinning from ear to ear. Lindsay was now staring at my cock as she stroked it. I know she wasn't completely inexperienced, but right now she was looking at my dick like it was the first one she had ever seen. Her stroking was excruciatingly slow and I couldn't help but thrust slightly up into her hand. Lindsay glanced up at me when I did with a look of surprise, but I saw her surprise turn into a smile as she seemed to get used to the feeling of her dad's cock in her hand. 1201 I was throbbing in my daughter's hand now and I could just see a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip. Stopping on the up-stroke, Lindsay looked at the small glistening drop on the end of my hardness. The, without warning, Lindsay leaned over and took me into her mouth. 1202 "Oh shit!" Kristy exclaimed. "That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen." 1203 It seemed a weird statement to me since I was pretty sure Kristy had seen a lot, but her comment encouraged Lindsay. Lindsay was now staring right into my face as I watched my dick disappear into her mouth over and over. 1204 "Mmmmm," Kristy spoke up, loudly again. "I think it's time for me to climb on top of this thing." She grabbed Lindsay by her shoulders and stood her up, facing me. Lindsay didn't protest when Kristy reached around and undid the knot that was holding the top of Lindsay's outfit together. Peeling the shirt back, Lindsay's hot pink bra was exposed. The swell of her breast against the top of each cup was so erotic. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on this much by my own daughter. While all the girls were watching me, Kristy and Lindsay were the only ones looking at my face. Lindsay had a nervous shy smile, while Kristy's made me suspicious. 1205 All of the sudden, Lindsay's bra popped off exposing her firm, round tits to my lustful gaze. She jumped slightly in surprise when Kristy did this, but she stood her ground, not covering herself, still staring directly at my face with that shy, yet exciting smile. 1206 Then I saw Kristy reach up Lindsay's short skirt, and pause. She cocked her head to look at Lindsay questioningly. Lindsay suddenly turned bright red. Kristy shook her head in mock disapproval, then lifted Lindsay's skirt for all to see. She wasn't wearing any underwear. 1207 My eyes bulged when Lindsay's beautiful, smooth, shaved pussy came into view. I knew I shouldn't be feeling like this about my daughter, but her body was incredible and I had always thought she was genuinely beautiful. Kristy turned her around and repeated the show, exposing Lindsay's firm, tight, athletic ass to my gaze. Kristy saw my cock throb again and gave me a wink. 1208 The other girls weren't picking up on all the eye contact and innuendos Kristy was throwing around, and if Lindsay realized Kristy was onto her little secret, she didn't let on. Kristy walked towards Lindsay, forcing her to step back until she "tripped" on my knees and fell straight back into a sitting position on my lap. I could feel my cock throb twice at the feeling of my daughter's naked ass sitting on my cock. It was nestled snugly up between her ass cheeks. My body acted out of pure instinct as I thrust again towards my daughter. This time I felt her wiggle her as slightly in return. 1209 Kristy dropped to her knees and leaned in. Her face was inches from Lindsay's crotch when she asked her to lift up slightly. Lindsay did so and Kristy reached under her to pull my cock out from behind her. When Lindsay sat again, my cock was now poking between her legs. Kristy leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth. Lindsay looked down and watched as her best friend buried her face between her legs to suck her dad's cock. 1210 After a few licks to get it wet, Kristy had Lindsay lift her hips up again and positioned my dick right at Lindsay's anticipating entrance. Leaning her head back and laying it on my shoulder I heard Lindsay whisper in a low voice "I love you daddy". Then Kristy pushed down on her hips and I was buried inside my own daughter. 1211 "Oh Fuck!" Lindsay cried out as my whole dick slid into her at once. 1212 Lindsay was much tighter than I expected. Her soft, warm walls held me like firm gripping hand. The heat of her was incredible and it was all I could do not to cum right away. 1213 "Oh, my God!" Lindsay exclaimed. "I'm coming already! I can't believe you're inside me! I'm going to cum all over your dick!" 1214 I could feel her juices flowing down my balls as she rode me harder and harder to her climax. Having my own daughter screaming and cumming all over my dick was too much. I leaned forward as discreetly as I could and whispered into her ear. 1215 "I'm about to cum, Lindsay," I whispered in her ear. I thought to warn her so she could avoid taking my load, but instead my words seemed to have the opposite result. Lindsay slammed down on my cock as hard as she could and started screaming. 1216 "CUM INSIDE ME! PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!" 1217 That was it. With a mighty thrust and a guttural growl, my balls unleashed their seed and I shot my load deep inside my daughters clenching vagina. She rode her orgasm forever, begging for me to empty every last drop into her. Every time she asked, my cock twitched inside her again. 1218 Even after our orgasms subsided, Lindsay remained on top of me for several minutes. She was panting in my ear, trying to catch her breath. The other girls couldn't hear her as she whispered to me. 1219 "Thank you, daddy. You have no idea how long I've wanted that," she cooed. "You can fuck me anytime you want." 1220 Eventually she stood up. Her complexation was full of color and she had a huge smile. 1221 "Damn Lindsay. You look like you needed that," Amy commented. 1222 "You have no idea," Lindsay replied, winking in my direction so no one could see. 1223 The girls cleaned me and everything up. They all said goodbye to their "mystery cock" as Lindsay shut the curtain. I did, however, see Kristy still smiling right at me before she disappeared from view. That smile said this probably wouldn't be the last time I played with her, and that made me smile. 1224 The girls cleaned up themselves and the basement before heading out for the day. I, on the other hand, went back to bed and slept another eight hours. Visions of the girls and the previous night danced in my head until I fell asleep. I didn't even wake up when Lindsay finally got home, got naked, and snuggled up next to me in bed. 1225 END