Chapter 15

 

(I wasn't just being egotistical in my dreams – my penis really was unusually thick. Mindy loved oral sex with me, but she complained all the time about how difficult it was to get in her mouth.)

 

"Sure thing, Mom!" Michelle said proudly, as she tugged at my balls with one hand. "I'm not afraid! I know it's a mouthful and then some, but if you can do it all the time, why can't I?"

 

"That's a good girl," Mindy said as she stood next to us and started to strip out of her pin-striped business attire. "You'll get used to its thickness, eventually. The key is practice, practice, practice." She took a closer look at Michelle, who had lost access to my dick ever since Ruby started bobbing on it, having recovered from her initial difficulties.

 

As she worked on unclasping her bra, Mindy said, "Now Ruby, don't be greedy. Michelle has been dreaming of sucking on her daddy's fat cock for months now, and you know that. I want you two to share. Then, once he blows his load, he gets to fuck Michelle senseless first."

 

"Yippee!" Michelle said, both in reaction to hearing that and in reaction to seeing Ruby's mouth leave my erection.

 

Perhaps my subconscious was trying to tell me something through my daydream. But then even my conscious mind couldn't deny that Michelle had a very serious and sexual crush on me for months now. Ruby certainly did too.

 

As Ruby gripped my erection with both hands, my daughter said to me, "Daddy, Mom's right. I've been waiting for this for soooo long." Then she brought her lips over the bulbous head and started sucking. She too seemed to have some difficulty fitting me into her mouth, but once she found the right angle, she started sinking me deeper and deeper between her ravenous lips.

 

I groaned so loudly that it was nearly a shout. It wasn't so much what Michelle was doing since she was just getting started, it was the fact that it was my own daughter sucking me off with such loving devotion!

 

But at the same time, Ruby was complaining, "No fair! Why does she get to fuck him first?"

 

Mindy was buck naked by now. She squatted down next to the two girls to get a good look. "Because she's his real daughter. But don't worry, he'll bone you next, and then he'll do me. Ruby, are you in this for the long term or not?"

 

"Long term, definitely!"

 

"Good. Then you realize there's got to be rules. I'm the wife, and I always get first dibs. Michelle is lover number one and she gets second dibs. You're lover number two, and you can have him whenever Michelle and I aren't busy getting fucked."

 

"Damn. So I'm at the bottom of the heap."

 

"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of cock. In fact, Michelle, now that you've had your first taste, why don't you pull back and give Ruby room to lick up one side? Heck, now that I think about it, he's got enough hot throbbing fuck-meat hanging down there to share, wouldn't you say? Maybe we can even fit all three of us in there. Let's find out!"

 

I was having the time of my life. My daughter was staring up into my face with loving eyes, as her lips slid back and forth over my shaft. She was going at it like a real pro.

 

But unfortunately, right then the phone rang. It was some annoying telemarketing automated spiel. I just let the answering machine take it. But the call jarred me out of my daydream and threw me back into my empty and lonely room.

 

I felt ashamed, deeply ashamed. My erection slowly deflated.

 

Shit! How could I think of my daughters in that way? What kind of sick, perverted freak am I? I'm letting them get to me!

 

It was hardly the first time I'd had that kind of dream lately. In the past month especially, my head had been filled with the most disturbing thoughts. It really troubled me, because I'd always been completely open with Mindy. She's not just my wife, she's my soul mate and my best friend. Before, if I was having some freaky dream, I'd tell her. But not this! Strange dreams at night are bad enough. But with a daydream, I can't even say my conscious mind wasn't in control. Even in my confession to her last night, I didn't mention my daydreams and dreams.

 

The thing is, the daydream was not even that far removed from reality. Okay, admittedly, from the start of the blowjob onwards, the dream veered wildly from the real world, but their cavalier attitudes seemed pretty realistic, and the teasing was very real. Especially in the last few days since they'd graduated from high school, things were getting totally out of control! It made me ashamed just to think about what had happened recently and the fact that I hadn't been keeping my wife fully informed.

 

For instance, I thought back to a couple of days ago, when Ruby came over and spent most of the day with Michelle in our back yard. There was nothing surprising there. But they spent hours working on their tans – their all-over tans.

 

I'll tell you, it makes it really hard to write, when you know that all you have to do is look out the window and you'll be able to see two "perfect ten" bombshells tanning themselves while completely starkers, and with their legs blatantly spread open to boot. They worked on their all-over tans so much that both of them no longer had any signs of any tan lines whatsoever.

 

I'm really not exaggerating by saying that if either of them wanted to pose for a centerfold, the airbrush artist would have nothing to touch up. No scars, no unsightly moles or birthmarks – nothing! And such firm, hard bodies! It's like their bodies were built for sex, but neither of them had ever had boyfriends. Such a waste!

 

My only recourse was to draw the blinds and work in semi-darkness, even though it was a typically beautiful and sunny day outside. Not like I could get a lot of work done, mind you. I was spending most of my time imagining the two of them frolicking about, splashing each other in the pool, their bathing suits long forgotten.

 

For what seemed the millionth time, I wished I had a normal-looking daughter who had normal-looking friends. But Mindy's a knockout, and people say I'm handsome, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that our daughter turned into such a head turner.

 

I'd been left alone for a while, but I knew that Ruby had arrived for real by now.

 

After a morning of what had become the usual torture from afar, I reluctantly went downstairs for lunch and to subject myself to much worse torture from up close. I sensed the two of them were outside, but I was resolutely determined not to look through the screen door to see what they were doing. Instead, I just shouted out, "I'm making lunch! Get decent!"

 

I wandered into the kitchen and started preparing some sandwiches.

 

After a couple of minutes, I looked up through the window to see if they'd put any clothes on. Big mistake. The two of them were completely nude, which was bad enough, but they were standing up with their backs to me and towels in their hands, which was much worse. They shifted their weight from one foot to another, causing their tanned ass cheeks to alternately flex and relax, over and over.

 

Since they were facing the other way, I was free to ogle for as long as I liked. I'd learned from experience that they set up situations like this, and they would be careful not to look my way at all so I didn't have to feel shy about staring. They continued to ostensibly towel themselves off, but anyone could see it was just an excuse to flex and pose. I don't think they were even wet to begin with!

 

As I watched them bend over and "dry their feet" together for the third time, I found myself thinking, Those two girls are built for one thing and one thing only: fucking! Their bodies are perfectly designed and sculpted for getting fucked. And they don't even have boyfriends? Why, for the love of God, why? If only they could direct their sexual energy towards boyfriends, that would take the pressure off me!

 

I looked down at my bulging crotch and mentally added, Literally! Dammit, I'm gonna split these shorts in two. I wanna masturbate so bad, but I'm not gonna let them get to me. If I keep ignoring them, they'll stop eventually, right?!

 

A couple of minutes later, the two of them walked into the house wearing nothing but the white towels they'd been holding. The towels were the same on each: wrapped around their hips, they managed to cover their asses and crotches well enough, but that was all. They were completely bare-breasted, and proud of it, even defiant.

 

I was standing in the middle of the dining room, waiting for them with the lunch.

 

Michelle licked her lips hungrily. "Mmmm! Sandwiches! Barbecued tofu! My fave!" She immediately launched herself at me, even though I was carrying a plate full of sandwiches to the dining room table. As Michelle smothered me in a hug, I felt hands taking the plate away. Undoubtedly, that was Ruby, enabling a more intimate hug for us.

 

"You're the BEST, Daddy!" Michelle squealed with delight, as if I'd just bought her a new car. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my T-shirt, as she attempted to kiss me on the lips. This was hardly