Teaching Daughter Self Esteem part 2 by dannyboy111

Despite her embarrassment the previous night, Katie didn't slack off in her agreement to wear more attractive clothing around the house. The next day, she wore a simple t-shirt with no bra that hugged her oversized breasts and fit snugly at her small waist. The shorts she chose accentuated her fantastic ass.

After dinner, Elaine brought out some vitamin E cream, saying that it was good for the skin. "It's the best thing for bruises and scars," she explained. "Katie, I need you to put the cream on every night from now on to get rid of your stretch marks. Daddy will supervise to make sure you do it right."

A couple of hours later she practically pushed me into Katie's bedroom to "supervise" putting the lotion on our daughter's big tits. "Do it right, Daddy -- I don't want you to miss so much as a square millimeter. And then I want you to come back across the hall and fuck the shit out of me."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, truly mystified.

She reached down and began stroking my cock as she answered. "Isn't it obvious? From the moment you saw our daughter's fantastic, fuckable little body, you've been hornier than I've seen you since our honeymoon. I don't care whether it's because she gets you revved up or that maybe you just feel guilty as hell for being so attracted to her. All I know is that ever since the night she put on that damn swimsuit you've had a perpetual hard-on and you've been fucking me like a jackhammer."

She jacked my cock through my pants as she continued, "I love it. I fucking love it. I love your nine inch dick. I love the fact that you're going crazy with horniness. So go out there and cream your daughter's tits. Then come back to bed and fuck my brains out."

"You really don't mind if I . . .?"

Elaine unzipped my pants and yanked them down so that they were pooled at my ankles. She stroked my meat as she continued: "Do I mind if you spend the next half hour playing with your daughter's big tits? Do I mind if you cover your teenage daughter's humongous, sexy tits with your spunk? Do I mind if you stuff your hard cock in her obedient little mouth, coat her tonsils with cum and pump your cum straight down her throat? Do I mind if you turn her into a submissive little Daddy's girl who whimpers for Daddycock? Ooh! That last one made your cock pulse, didn't it?"

She knelt at my feet and started licking up and down my shaft. "All I ask," she said, and paused while she engulfed my cock in her mouth for a moment and then came up for air and resumed jacking me off with both hands, my cock pointed straight at her face a couple of inches away, "is that you not fuck her."

She slid her wet tongue along the entire length of my rod and swirled her tongue all the way around the tip. "Play with her tits." She slurped my cock. "Diddle her pussy." More slurping, and then she rubbed my cock all over her face. "Make her scream for your big Daddy dick while she titfucks you. Teach her to revel in the taste of your cum and the feel of your cum on her face." She grabbed both my asscheeks with her hands and deepthroated my cock for a full minute, plunging her face over and over into my pubic hair and then out all the way to the ridge of my cockhead. Finally, she pulled me out again so that she could talk. "But the only pussy that your cock should penetrate is mine." She kissed the tip of my cock reverently and looked up into my eyes. "Let her stay a virgin, at least technically. And when you get so horny you need to thrust your cock in a tight wet pussy -- come to me!"

Who was I to question her after that? Sure, I still felt pretty goddamn guilty not only for the incest thing but also because I was taking advantage of Katie's passive, compliant nature. But the fact was that Elaine was right: I was horny as hell. Every time I looked at my daughter I wanted to pull out my cock, throw her on the floor and fuck her. My feelings of guilt paled in comparison to my overwhelming lust. So I put my misgivings aside, threw on a bathrobe over my bare lower torso and knocked on my daughter's bedroom door.

"Sweetheart? It's Daddy."

When I entered, she was lying in her bed. Her hands clutched the covers up at her collarbone.

"I've come to see how you're doing," I said, "and to check whether you're using the vitamin E cream that Mommy bought for you."

"I can take care of it myself, Daddy."

"In other words," I said, "you haven't done anything with it yet -- I'll bet you haven't even opened the package."

"I'll use it tomorrow. I'm all set for bed right now."

I picked up the box containing the lotion, which was sitting on her night table, then sat on the edge of the bed and made a show of reading the label. "It says here that you need to apply the lotion every day to a bruise or cut, as well as to the region surrounding any inflamed area," I said. "If you want to avoid any unsightly marks on your chest, you need to start using this stuff sooner rather than later."

"Oh, Daddy. Can't you just. . ."

"Your mother and I are only looking out for your welfare, sweetie." I took hold of the edge of the coverlet and gently took it out of her hands, then pulled the sheets down to expose her in her old green nightgown.

My cock started to harden as I pulled her nightie up, first past her toned thighs, then beyond her trimmed pussy, and past her flat stomach, finally exposing her delicious breasts.

I poured out a generous dollop of the vitamin E oil into my hands and rubbed them together to warm the oil.

"Daddy, please don't. . ."

"Don't what?" I began caressing my oily palms against the sides of her massive tits where the stretch marks were. "Don't take care of the daughter I love so much? Don't do everything I can so that she looks her best, so that she can walk confidently through the world?" The massage now went beyond the sides of her tits. The vitamin oil all over her funbags glistened in the yellow light of the incandescent bulb by her bedside.

"Daddy, please. It feels . . ."

"Does it feel good, darling? It should. It's so good for you." My hands alternated between manipulating my daughter's huge, soft tits versus pinching her engorged nipples. "So good. Daddy wants his baby girl to feel so good."

"Yes, Daddy, but is it supposed to -- Aagh!" Katie shivered so suddenly it was like an electric jolt ran through her body. I looked at her wonderingly -- my daughter had just orgasmed merely from having her breasts fondled!

I thought back to the other night, when I'd seen Katie shiver repeatedly while her mother and I played with her tits. Looking back, I realized that Katie was having little mini-orgasms repeatedly just from the sensation of having her breasts touched by us. In all my years of sexual experiences, I had never encountered any woman whose breasts were so sensitive. This was going to be even more fun than I'd first anticipated.

I tweaked Katie's nipples again and she spasmed again. "Ooh, Daddy!" she whispered, "I don't think it's supposed to feel quite like this!"

"Of course it is," I lied. "The better you feel, the more the lotion is doing its job." I began mauling and groping Katie's tits, and she responded by going into what seemed like a trance. Her eyelids drooped until they were nearly shut, then they fluttered as if she were dreaming an especially vivid dream. Her body writhed with my massaging motions, while her hands, her lovely small hands, gripped at whatever was in reach. Her right hand clutched at the bedsheet, while her left dug itself into my thigh, only inches away from my cock.

"Aagh! Aagh! It's -- uhh! -- so improper! It isn't -- oh, God! Oh dear God! -- supposed to feel like this -- uhh! -- Oh God I shouldn't feel this! Not with my Daddy!"

"Of course you should, sweetie." I brought my hand up to her face and caressed her cheek, then brought my index finger to her mouth. I traced the outline of her lips with my finger for several moments, then gradually slipped the finger into her mouth. She instinctively began sucking. I began to time my thrusting finger to be in tune with my other hand rhythmically pinching her nipple. Katie's pelvis began thrusting in time with my motions.

With all her writhing on the bed, Katie stopped clutching the bedsheet and began fluttering her hands and fingers as if she were reaching for something that wasn't there, something to steady her. At last the fingers of her left hand found the outline of my hard cock covered only by the bathrobe and she gripped it like a drowning girl would grab for a lifeline.

My finger left her mouth and traced a trail down her sternum, between her tits, beyond her navel and down to her pussy hairs. "Oh, Daddy! You shouldn't -- oh God, please don't! -- Oh! Oh!"

Ignoring her half-hearted objection, I took my other hand briefly away from my daughter's tits and covered her hand gripping my cock through the fabric of the bathrobe. I wordlessly guided her hand inside my robe to my bare cock and showed her by feel how to grip me less desperately, and to start pumping the shaft. She obediently followed my cue. I removed my hand and went to the lotion, then squirted a short spray of oil onto her tits. She gasped at the sensation, and I responded by thrusting the tip of my finger into her vagina. Katie spasmed again and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Oh fuck! Oh, Daddy! Oh fuck Daddy!" She sobbed as her hand raced up and down my shaft.

"Doesn't that feel good, sweetheart? Don't you love the sensation when I squirt cream on your tits?" I pinched her nipple and thrust my finger deeper into her pussy for emphasis.

"No! Please, Daddy, NO! What if -- Uhh! -- What if Mommy saw us?"

"Mommy told me to do this with you," I said soothingly. "She told me to cream you all over. She told me not to miss even so much as a square millimeter with this lotion."

"Oh dear God!" Katie screamed as I pistoned my finger in and out of her pussy. "She WANTS you to do this?!" She bucked her pelvis up from the bed with every motion of my hand, meeting my finger eagerly. "Daddy Daddy fuck Daddy!" She was so loud that I was certain Elaine could hear her in our bedroom, which was separated from Katie's bed only by a single wall consisting of sheetrock and a few inches of empty space between the studs. Sure enough, I heard a faint trace of laughter from the other side of the wall.

"That's right," I said in my best fatherly tone, "Mommy and I both want you to feel this. Daddy will be here every night from now on. I'll cream your tits every night!"

"Every night?! Oh God, Daddy!" Katie's hand had a mind of its own as it quickened its pumping action on my aching cock. "You'll do this to me every night?!"

"This and more," I said.

"OH FUCK DADDY!"

I brought my finger back to her lips, while my other hand continued to pump in and out of her tight pussy. "Suck Daddy, sweetheart," I whispered as I slipped my finger into her willing mouth. "Suck Daddy, and I'll cream you every night."

I only continued for a few minutes longer. I was so horny by that point that I thought I would explode. But I had, after all, made a promise to my wife not to fuck our daughter.

After a couple of minutes of Katie screaming louder and louder -- telling me to stop, then screaming how much she loved it, then begging me to stop again, then sobbing for more -- I knew that if I went on any longer I wouldn't be able to keep to the sole condition that my wife had laid down: No Fucking.

I tried to let Katie down slowly. Being as inexperienced as she was, she was hardly aware of how much I had manipulated her, or how intense her erotic frenzy had become, so that when I started to let her down it was as if she were running up a tall stairway and suddenly reached the top with no final stair, only empty air, to put her feet on.

"What?! Daddy? You're leaving?" she gasped. Her hand gripped my cock to keep me from going.

"I have to honey. It's bedtime for good little Daddy's girls." I pinched her nipples again, making her shiver through another orgasm, then bent down to her face and gave her a soulful kiss. For several seconds, my tongue danced in her mouth, then I began thrusting in and out like a small cock, causing her to moan in need and anticipation. My finger in her cunt went in and out as well, making the penetration complete at both ends of her fuckable little body.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I said. When I stood, my erect rod stood out naked from the gap in front of my robe where the sash had become loose and almost untied. Katie lay on her bed and stared upward hypnotically at my cock bobbing in the air a few inches above her face. I stood there for a moment, smiling down at her and wordlessly encouraging her to gaze at the shaft and a small droplet of precum on the end. Then I bent over slightly, bringing the head of my cock to my daughter's lips. She took the hint and reverently licked up the precum and kissed the tip, then licked her lips and smiled up at me, hoping for my approval. "Sweet dreams, darling," I said. Then I left.

A few seconds later I entered first my bedroom, and then my wife's hot box. The headboard of our bed sat against the wall that we shared with Katie's bedroom, so the two beds, Katie's and ours, were only separated by a few inches and some sheetrock, making it possible to hear a lot between the two rooms. Elaine had been waiting in our bed, sitting up against the headboard, listening intently for every muffled cry and masturbating furiously in anticipation of what was to come. When I finally came into our bedroom, she threw off the covers and held out her arms. Within a heartbeat I had pulled off my robe, jumped in the bed and we immediately began fucking.

Elaine was a wildcat that night. The fact that a few minutes earlier she had heard Katie crying out in ecstasy less than a foot away had her charged up so much that she herself began screaming for my cock from the moment that I entered her. Even kinkier was the fact that I could tell from her cries that she knew and fully intended that her own sounds would be heard through the wall in Katie's room. It wasn't long before I could hear thumping and banging from beyond the shared wall, the sound of Katie's bed hitting the wall rhythmically in time with Elaine's and my own thrusting.

"Oh! Oh Daddy!" Elaine cried as I rammed my cock deep into her pussy.

"Daddy! Please, Daddy!" came an answering cry from the next room.

"Fuck me Daddy!" cried Elaine, as her fingernails scratched long lines into my back.

"Now, Daddy! Now!" screamed Katie.

Elaine and I shifted position so that now she sat on top of my cock. She took my hands and pulled them up to her breasts. "Do you like my big tits, Daddy?" she asked, loud enough to be heard in the next room.

"Yes!" I called out. "Baby, I love your tits! Your huge soft tits! Your delicious fucking tits!"

"Play with my tits, Daddy!" came the call from the next room.

"Fuck your girls, Daddy!" cried Elaine as she rode up and down, insane with lust.

The jarring vibrations of Katie's bed banging against the wall we had in common became louder, faster and more irregular. I could tell Katie was cumming. "Yes! Please Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" came her plaintive sob from the other side of the wall.

The two of them began screaming their need over and over, their voices partially overlapping, so that the sound of their screams echoed through the room and beyond the sheetrock partition. All the while, Elaine bounced relentlessly on my cock in time with her own cries. The wall shook with the two beds banging against it. Finally their cries coalesced into one urgent scream repeated over and over in unison: "Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!! FUCK ME DADDY!!"

When I finally came, I felt as if I was shooting my sperm into both of them at once. Somehow the rhythmic banging of the two beds against the wall came to be in synch with one another, timed with my upward thrusts and Elaine's cowgirl bounces on my cock. The feeling of shooting my sperm deep into my curvaceous wife merged with my lust for my even more curvaceous, horny daughter, unseen but only inches away. They were both mine.

When I came home from work the next evening, I found that Katie had reverted to her old clothing styles. Not entirely, mind you -- as least she wasn't dressed like an Afghani woman in a snowstorm, the way she had typically dressed up until a couple of weeks ago. Instead she wore shapeless mom jeans with an even more shapeless hoodie. Just to top it all off, and to deflect any suspicion that there might be a girl underneath it all, she wore a big, long scarf-type thing wrapped loosely around her neck and shoulders a couple of times.

She noticed, when I entered, how I immediately sized up her clothing. She walked up to me, gave me a chaste hug, and whispered, "Daddy, I've been thinking. About last night. I think we went too far."

It seemed that there was a "two steps forward, one step back" phenomenon going on. Whenever Katie loosened up, she felt regret or fear afterwards and retreated a little, but not quite all the way to where she started. "You didn't like the lotion?" I asked.

She blushed. "I liked it fine. Maybe I liked it too much."

At that moment Elaine came into the room. "I imagine you've noticed the clothing our daughter is wearing," she said. She turned to Katie. "I thought we had a deal, sweetie."

"We did. We still do," said Katie.

"Well, then, what are you doing wearing a sweatshirt and hoodie indoors? Are you cold?"

Katie bent her head down and looked at the ground. "No, Mommy, the temperature inside feels fine. I just . . ."

"I'm guessing you've got something on underneath your sweatshirt?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"No 'buts'. Take off the hoodie. A deal's a deal."

Without waiting for an answer, Elaine walked up behind Katie and started pulling the hoodie off over her daughter's head.

"Please! No!"

As the sweatshirt lifted up from her waist I immediately recognized the material underneath: the red corset that Katie had tried on a couple of nights earlier. Now I understood why Katie was especially reluctant to lose the hoodie, but I also saw that she must have had some ambivalence about whether to cover herself up all the way. Underneath, both literally and figuratively, she was enjoying the new, more exhibitionist role that was being imposed on her.

When Elaine got the hoodie off, she saw what Katie was wearing. The top half of the corset thrust Katie's bare 32F tits upward and outward, while the corset's bottom portion ended just above the top of Katie's blue jeans. Still standing behind her daughter, Elaine cast me a surprised, leering smile.

"Why, Katie!" she said, "You're wearing that lovely foundation garment I got you! I'm so glad you liked it after all." She began stroking her hand up and down the sides of Katie's waist and hips.

"Not exactly, Mommy. I mean I'm not sure . . ."

Elaine brought her fingers around to the front and started undoing the button and zipper of the jeans.

". . . I like wearing it . . ."

With the zipper open, Elaine shimmied the jeans past her daughter's wide hips and pulled them down to that the fell in a heap at Katie's ankles.

". . . without anything else."

"Nonsense, sweetheart! You look lovely. And anyway, I need to see whether the vitamin E lotion has helped yet." She stepped around to Katie's side and started pawing her tits under the guise of examining them and showing them to me. "What do you think, honey? Are we making any progress in getting rid of those stretch marks?"

I stepped forward alongside my wife and started playing with Katie's tits. Katie gave a panicked look, turning her head from one of us to the other but finding no ally willing to stop the groping.

"I don't know," I said. "I think it's too early to tell."

"Hmm," said Elaine. "I guess I'll just have to go and get the lotion for another treatment." 

 A moment later, Elaine returned with the vitamin E oil. "Here you go, Katie. Why don't you sit right here on your father's lap so he can rub the lotion onto you?" She guided me to the overstuffed easy chair with Katie dressed in her red corset and sitting on my hardening cock, her legs dangling over one arm of the chair. I must have been grinning from ear to ear, because once we were settled, Elaine said, "There! Isn't that perfect? Daddy sure looks happy, doesn't he, Katie?"

She poured some oil onto my hand and said, "Cream her all over, Daddy!" Elaine knelt on the carpet a foot away from the chair to watch. She began unbuttoning her blouse, baring her braless DD-cup tits for me.

Katie closed her eyes in extreme embarrassment. Her body became so stiff it seemed a wonder that her knees and pelvis were still bent enough to sit on my lap. Still, I was glad that she had her eyes closed -- it freed me to smile at Elaine and heft Katie's huge tits and jiggle them for Elaine's benefit. Elaine put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. Katie bit her lower lip to hold back the shame.

"Oh, darling," I said, "don't worry. Mommy and I are taking care of you."

"We're worried about your stretch marks," Elaine chimed in. "You poor baby. Your tits just grew and grew so fast you stretched out the skin of your breasts. Your poor big tits need Daddy's loving attention." Katie suppressed a sob of resignation to our manipulations as Elaine began stroking her breasts. "Come on, Daddy," continued Elaine, "use the oil on your beautiful daughter. Cream her big tits."

"I love you, sweetie," I said. "Just relax."

"I wish you wouldn't, Daddy," complained Katie in a weak, defeated voice. "I can do it myself."

"Then go ahead, honey," I said. "Why don't you apply the lotion yourself?"

I squirted some oil onto Katie's chest and, her eyes still closed, she tentatively began rubbing it with both hands into her massive breasts. Within seconds, she began not only relaxing but moaning with the pleasure she was giving herself.

"Good job," I said soothingly. I put one hand over hers as she rubbed her breast, guiding it away from the sides of her breasts where the stretch marks were actually located, and toward the pleasure centers of her nipples. Katie dreamily let me guide her hand, while my other hand traced a path slowly downward toward her vagina. Soon, I had one hand clutching hers manipulating her nipple, while the other was tickling the hairs of her trimmed bush. Katie, her eyes half-lidded, moaned quietly in a sort of self-induced trance, one she had pushed herself into as a way of absenting herself while she gave in to the sensations that she was too embarrassed to admit feeling. Unconsciously displaying her training as a dancer, little Katie's pelvis swirled up and down, back and forth sensually to a melody that only she could hear. I looked over at Elaine and saw her hand caressing her own bush as she watched us silently.

"This is so good for you," I cooed. "Baby needs to let the cream do its work. Baby needs to relax while the cream makes her feel good." Katie relaxed further, but then gave a sharp, momentary jerk at the moment that my finger penetrated beyond the folds of her vagina. "Daddy's here to make you feel good."

Within another minute my finger was gently pumping in and out of her pussy, while my other hand cupped a huge tit and pinched her nipple. Katie's own hand stayed trapped under mine, forced to pleasure herself, while her other hand crept up to her mouth.

She started sucking her thumb.

The sight of my curvaceous daughter sucking her thumb in a dream state while dressed in a topless and bottomless red lace-up corset, all while undulating her ass all over my crotch with my finger in her pussy, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

"That's right, baby. Suck," I said. "Doesn't it feel good to suck?" Katie dreamily sucked harder, more rhythmically, while her pelvis began rising and falling on my crotch, meeting my finger as it gradually quickened its pace in and out of her leaking pussy. "Daddy loves his big titted baby girl to suck." I brought my hand up to Katie's mouth and put my finger in her mouth alongside her thumb. "Suck Daddy," I instructed her. Katie, lost in erotic dreams, shivered through another orgasm.

At this point, Elaine could no longer sit on the sidelines. She quietly sidled closer, then laid her hand on Katie's big breast. She began twisting Katie's nipples, causing our daughter to bounce more actively on my lap. "Doesn't it feel good to sit on Daddy?" Elaine asked.

"Addy!" Katie cried, unable to speak clearly with her thumb and my finger in her mouth. "Ov Addy!"

"That's right," I said. "Love Daddy." I thrust my finger in her pussy harder and faster. Katie began sobbing and bucking her pelvis wildly.

Elaine bent forward, her lips touching Katie's ears. I could hear my wife's tongue gently slurping our daughter's ear. And then I heard her whisper in Katie's ear, so softly that it was almost too quiet to hear, the urgent message, "Fuck Daddy! Fuck Daddy! FUCK DADDY!"

Finally I could hardly stand it any more. Taking my finger out of my daughter's mouth, I pulled her head up to mine and thrust my tongue into her delicious wet mouth. I timed the rhythm of my tongue to coincide with my finger pumping in and out of her wet pussy. Katie began screaming, the sound muffled by my kiss. Her ass rose in the air and began desperately humping against my hand higher and higher off of my crotch, with her thighs resting against the overstuffed chair arm supporting her, as if she were trying to levitate herself to increase the penetration into her pussy. At last she went completely rigid, her ass suspended in the air while her thighs quivered with sexual tension. Her muffled scream into my mouth made her taste all the more delicious.

I broke off the kiss and Katie collapsed. Her forehead was covered in sweat. Her breasts, glistening with the vitamin oil that we'd slathered on, rose and fell irregularly. Her body, which only a few minutes earlier had been tense first with embarrassment and then with sexual tension, felt loose in my arms.

Elaine then took control of the situation. "It's time for one more treatment," she said soothingly. "Get up, honey, and kneel on the floor."

Katie was spent and passive with sexual exhaustion, and she allowed her mother to take her by the hand. She rose from my lap and moved a couple of feet away from the chair facing me.

"Get on your knees," Elaine instructed our daughter. Katie obeyed.

Elaine had me stand, then stood behind me.

She undid my belt and pants and pulled them to the floor, then had me step out of them. Now, standing before my kneeling busty daughter with my cock pointed directly at her face, my wife reached around my hips and grabbed my erection with both hands. I could feel my wife's large tits pressed against my back and she kissed and licked my neck as she started jacking me off in front of our daughter's face. Katie stared at my engorged cock head, which pulsed before her, inches away from her mouth.

"Baby needs some special cream to finish tonight's treatment," Elaine cooed, then licked my ear lobe. "Baby needs Daddy's cream on her tits."

I looked down and watched Elaine's two hands move rapidly up and down on my hard-on.

"Yeah, Daddy!" she cried. "Spatter your cream on your daughter's tits! She needs it!"

I could feel Elaine's pelvis rocking in tandem with mine, thrusting again and again into my daughter's lovely blonde face. Katie looked perfect, kneeling submissively before me while dressed in the tight red corset that cinched in her gorgeous little waist while thrusting up her already humongous tits. She looked up at me expectantly and lovingly, and yet with a little fear mixed in.

Katie licked her lips and said only six words, but packed into those words all the pleading expectation that I could desire: "Please give it to me, Daddy!"

My cock began shooting uncontrollably. "Take it! Take my cum!" I screamed. I felt like I came harder than I had at any time in my life, that I shot out more sperm than I ever had before. Cum flew out of my cock and landed on Katie's breasts, but after a moment Elaine deliberately aimed my cock higher and sprayed my spunk on our daughter's lovely teenage face. White cum dripped off her nose and from her forehead down along her cheek.

Katie immediately began rubbing my cum into her huge tits -- it was part of the "treatment" after all. And, more erotic than anything else that I had seen that night, if that was possible, she licked her upper lip to get a dollop of sperm. Then she used a finger to bring more sperm from her cheek into her mouth. She smiled innocently at me, savoring the taste and pleading wordlessly for my approval.

"Good girl," I said, loving the sight of her licking up the warm cum that had spattered her face. "Eating Daddy cum is good for you." I scooped up a fingerful of cum from her cheek and fed it to her. She sucked obediently on my finger, sending a shiver all over my body. "You're such a good Daddy's girl."

Katie beamed at me, happy that she had pleased me.

Elaine assumed a parental tone in her voice as she said, "Now it's time to clean up before bed, sweetie. Clean your hands."

Katie instinctively dropped back into the mode of obedient daughter and looked around for a hand towel. "How should I . . .?"

"I guess you'll have to use your tongue, sweetie. Lick Daddy's cream off your fingers."

Katie obeyed dutifully. Elaine continued to stroke my cock gently while I watched our daughter carefully lick every bit of sperm from each finger. She split her attention, usually concentrating on getting every bit of spermy goodness from her finger, but occasionally looking up at me with a hesitant smile, seeking my approval. My cock had started to deflate, but now it was rising again.

A few moments later, Elaine added, "Now clean Daddy, sweetheart. With your mouth."

Katie hesitantly leaned forward, opening her mouth. She looked up into my eyes with a tentative, fearful expression as she kissed the tip of my cock, her tongue darting out to fleetingly touch my pee hole.

Elaine, impatient, walked up behind her and stood, putting her hand on both sides of my daughter's head. She roughly pushed Katie's face onto my pole and began and pushing her daughter's mouth in and out on my cock.

Elaine herself was an amazing sight. Her brown hair was in complete disarray, giving her a just-fucked look. Her eyes were bright with erotic excitement. Her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing bare DD-cup tits that swayed erotically as she pushed and pulled her daughter's face in and out on my cock.

She smiled at me. "How's this, Daddy?" she asked as Katie sucked deeper and harder. "Isn't she doing a good job of cleaning her Daddy's meat?" She leaned forward and, still thrusting Katie's face onto my cock over and over, she kissed me hard. "Are you loving this as much as I am?" she whispered.

Then my wife knelt beside my daughter. With her mouth inches away from Katie's ear and my shaft, she whispered in her daughter's ear, making sure that she was loud enough for me to hear. "Suck Daddy like a good girl." She pushed her daughter's head on my cock more and more insistently while Katie, helpless under her mother's forceful direction, obeyed.

Katie looked at me wide-eyed, as her mouth went deeper and deeper with each thrust. "Glugg! Glugg!" she gurgled frantically. Her hands gripped me at the hips, at first trying to prevent me from impaling her mouth so deeply. But then after a few moments, she gave in to the sensations. Her hands crept around to my ass and instead of pushing me away she began pulling me harder and deeper into her mouth. Her gurgling increased.

"Do you love your Daddy?" I asked.

"Gugg! Gugg! Ah gove Addy!"

Elaine pushed Katie's head up and down more insistently in answer to my question. "Look, Daddy!" she said, laughing. "She's nodding her head 'Yes!'"

I laughed and got into the spirit of Elaine's joke.

"And do you love sucking Daddy's cock?" I asked, smiling and looking down into her wide, imploring eyes.

"Gugg! Ah gove gugging Addy gock!" Her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, urgently pulling me deeper into her mouth. Her eyes were opened wide, as if she were continually being surprised by each thrust, and she stared directly at me while she sucked. The sight of her kneeling in her topless and bottomless red corset, her big tits bouncing and swaying and slapping against each other rhythmically with the movement of her head, her eyes locked on mine as she lovingly and dutifully swallowed my shaft, was fantastic.

Elaine pushed our daughter's head again in a "Yes" gesture, and laughed. "She's such a good girl! Such a hot, obedient, busty little cocksucker!" Elaine kept one hand guiding our daughter's head in and out, while her other hand went to Katie's nipples and began pinching them, causing Katie to spasm and blink rapidly in orgasm while she continued to suck desperately. Elaine laughed again. She kept laughing and laughing as our compliant daughter took my meat deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

"Good girl!" I thrust deeper. "Good." Another thrust. "Good." Another deep thrust. "Girl."

Now Elaine and I were laughing together, while the main sound coming out of our daughter was assorted gurgling and nearly indecipherable expressions of love and submission muffled by the fat cock in her mouth. "Guck ah mouf, Addy!" she managed to say.

"Okay, sweetheart," I answered as I grabbed handfuls of her hair on both sides of her head and pulled her deeper onto my meat, "I'll fuck your mouth. I'll fuck your mouth as much as you want!"

Elaine reared her head back and giggled. "She loves your dick, Daddy! Give it to her!" She pushed Katie's head deeper onto my dick and giggled some more. As Katie gurgled and gagged on my dick, her mother giggled more and more. The sounds of my wife's high pitched laughter and my daughter's slurping and gurgling filled the room.

And when, a few minutes later, I came in my beautiful blonde daughter's lovely mouth, she didn't miss a drop. What a good girl. 

 ------X------

That Friday night Elaine had to work late doing inventory. Several years earlier, it seemed, the chief financial officer of her company had successfully embezzled a big hunk of the company's funds, and was now living it up in one of those tropical mosquito-filled paradises that are too backward to have effective extradition treaties. The company, meanwhile, had to go into receivership, and one of the conditions imposed by the court and shareholders was that every year they had to undergo the most strenuous inventory check that had ever been devised. Every box had to be opened, every paper clip counted, every mousetrap in the warehouse classified as to what type of cheese it contained. Granted, it was mainly an exercise in closing the barn door after the livestock had already escaped, but given the scope of what had happened you could kind of sympathize with the creditors and shareholders who had been left holding the bag.

To their credit, the management -- many of whom had been replaced after the scandal -- tried to make the best of an embarrassing and largely useless annual exercise. They dubbed the inventory check the "Annual Paperclip Hunt", encouraged employees to bring dishes for a potluck dinner, and even hid a prize of a hundred dollars in an envelope somewhere in the warehouse for a lucky corporate drone to find each year. And everyone got time and a half overtime for the extra hours they were forced to work that day.

So Elaine was gone that Friday night, with no idea when the Paperclip Hunt would end and she would get to go home.

Katie, meanwhile, had a typical Friday night planned. While other teenage girls primped for dates, Katie and her friend Randi got together as fellow self-imposed outcasts. Friday nights frequently included watching a movie with Elaine and me, but more often the two of them hung out in Katie's room together, cruising internet sites or chatting with each other.

Elaine and I were disappointed, naturally, that Katie never went out on dates, but by this time we were used to it. We were grateful that at least she had such a close friend in Randi.

The two were like sisters. Temperamentally, they were so completely in synch that they occasionally finished each other's sentences when we spoke during the many dinners that Randi shared with our family. Physically, on the other hand, they were quite different. Katie was blonde haired and, as we had recently discovered, had a rack that almost defied belief, especially given her short, lithe dancer's body. Randi, on the other hand, was half Japanese, with the long, silky black hair that Scandinavian women sometimes have. The combination of her Japanese mother and Irish-American father had given her pale white skin that contrasted beautifully with her jet black hair. As for her figure, though, I had no idea, given that she, like my daughter, was given to wearing shapeless, drab oversized clothing designed to hide her figure and help her avoid being noticed. She and Katie were the two shyest people I think I have ever met.

That night, with Elaine gone and me tired from work, I threw together a quick marinara sauce and the three of us ate pasta together. At dinner I allowed both girls to have a glass of wine with dinner. I figured that they were both 18 and adults; given their social inexperience they were more excited by the idea of me allowing them a glass than I think most 18 year olds would be. But I figured that this, too, was a harmless way to carry out Elaine's and my project of gradually bringing our daughter out of her shell and into the world around her.

After dinner, I settled down with a mystery novel while Katie and Randi went off to Katie's room together. Down the hall I could hear them giggling together over some conversation or other. Meanwhile, I immersed myself in my book, one of those English drawing room mysteries in which the butler -- honest to God, the butler! -- was a main suspect.

A half hour into my reading -- by this time I was sure it was the butler -- I heard a crash in Katie's room. It sounded like breaking glass. I put down my book and walked down the hall.

I knocked on the door and, without waiting for a reply, rashly opened the door. Inside, I found Katie and Randi both on their knees picking up broken glass. On the desk by her bed I saw the wine bottle and one glass. It appeared that the two girls had taken the bottle and both their glasses into her room, then had knocked over one of the glasses. It wasn't a big deal, really.

What WAS a big deal was the way that they were dressed. Katie was picking up glass shards while dressed in her old green nightie, the one she'd outgrown but still liked to wear. With her facing away from me while she searched the carpet on her hands and knees, the nightie rose up so high that it revealed the perfect globes of her tight round ass.

Randi was even more striking. For once, I could see she had shed the innumerable layers of clothing that she wore as camouflage, and was instead dressed in a flimsy button-down blouse all of whose buttons were undone except one near the bottom.

And that was it. No bra, no pants or skirt, no underwear.

For the first time in several years, I had a chance to see Randi's figure. It was stunning. Her slim arms and legs looked gorgeous in the golden light of Katie's bed lamp. Her waist and ass were small but tight. Being half Japanese, there was no way she could be as well-endowed as Katie, but her Dad's Irish genes must have had a pretty big influence. I would estimate that her tits were a C-cup size. It was amazing to see an Scandinavian girl with such full tits.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh, Mr. J!" cried Randi, using the nickname that she'd adopted for me several years ago. "Katie and I were just. . . ."

"You were drinking wine in your bedroom," I said sternly.

"Yes, Daddy," said Katie sheepishly.

"And what else were you up to?"

"We were talking about boys, Mr. J."

I could tell there was something more to it. "And what else?" I asked.

"We were . . . um. . . ."

"Come on. Out with it."

"We were practicing," said Katie.

"Practicing what?" I asked, mystified.

"Practicing kissing," Katie said.

I looked over at Randi, her nearly bare tits showing through her sheer white blouse, then over at Katie, whose humongous tits were stretching her poor old nightie almost to the point of tearing the threadbare cotton. "Why in the world would you do that?" I asked.

"Well, you know . . ." said Katie.

". . . it was in case a guy should, like . . ." continued Randi.

"Like, ask one of us out, you know?" said Katie, finishing the girls' thought.

My cock started to get hard as their words sank in. "Show me," I said.

"Right here?" asked Katie.

"Right now?" asked Randi.

"Come into the living room," I instructed them.

I made a quick check of the carpet to make sure Katie had indeed cleaned up all of the glass fragments, then grabbed the wine bottle and remaining glass and followed the two girls into the living room. They sat on the couch together facing me.

"Okay," I said, "Let me see what you were doing."

Randi tentatively bent forward and pecked Katie on the lips, her eyes on me the whole time. She was clearly afraid of a negative reaction on my part. I knew that her parents, though divorced, were both pretty strict and protective. I guessed that she was afraid I might call them and tell them what she and Katie had been up to, leading to God knows what reaction on their part.

"Is that all you were doing?" I asked. I crouched down on the ground to be at their eye level, then laid my hand gently on Randi's arm and caressed her forearm lightly in reassurance. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not angry, and I promise all of this will stay between us. Now -- is that all you were doing?"

"No, Mr. J."

"Okay, then, show me the rest."

Randi leaned forward again and kissed my daughter -- much more intensely this time, though even now I sensed that this might only be a prelude.

Katie, true to her hesitant, shy nature, kissed her friend back, but her heart was only half in it. She was self-conscious at being caught in such an activity and afraid of a negative reaction from me.

I bent forward and brought my fingertips to my daughter's cheek. She turned and looked at me.

"Is that it?" I asked. "Is that all kissing is to you?" Katie blushed. "Think of Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara in 'Gone With the Wind'. Think of those two people rolling in the waves in 'From Here to Eternity'." I smiled at both of them. "Is that all you've got?"

Randi smiled at me, finally relaxing. "How's this, Mr. J?" she asked. She reached over and took a gulp of wine to bolster her courage. Then she leaned in to Katie and put both her hands on Katie's two cheeks and gave her a soulful kiss with what looked like a lot of tongue action. Several seconds later, the girls split apart and both looked to me for a response.

"Not bad," I said, a smile on my face. This was getting better and better. "Try it again, and this time I want you to really put your heart in it."

When they kissed this time, I could see much more passion on both sides. I gently reached forward and brushed the hair away from the side of each girl's face so that I could have a better view. My heart was pounding in anticipation of what I hoped would come soon.

When they broke apart this time, I put my hands on both their thighs. "That's very good. I'm sure you're going to be very good kissers some day when you start going out with boys. But in the meantime, I think you're right to practice."

I sat down on the couch between my daughter and her best friend. "Let's try it again, shall we, Randi?" I said, then bent forward and began kissing her. I started slowly, caressing her outer lips with the tip of my tongue, and only gradually moved my tongue farther in. By the time I was all the way in, Randi was moaning into my mouth.

When we both came up for air, I asked, "How was that, sweetie?"

Randi smiled dreamily. "Really nice, Mr. J. Let's do it again!"

"Not yet," I admonished. "It's Katie's turn."

I spent the next ten minutes going from one to the other, my busty blonde daughter on one side, and her svelte, scantily clad, nearly nude Scandinavian girlfriend on the other, kissing each one deeper and deeper. It quickly reached the point that while I was kissing one girl, the other was anxiously panting and sidling even closer to me, anxious for her turn to start. When one was kissing me, the other was often taking a sip of wine or reaching around me, hugging me from behind and kissing my neck. Sometimes I encouraged the two increasingly tipsy and horny girls to reach over my body and kiss each other while I watched -- for more practice, of course. While they kissed each other, I stroked their hair and necks, whispering encouragement. "Give it everything you've got," I urged. "More! More!" I leaned in and embraced both girls as they kissed, my hand roaming up and down their backs and all the way to their perfect soft round asses.

It was obvious through it all, though, that Randi had a somewhat different agenda than Katie did. Randi enjoyed kissing me a lot, but I could see that she enjoyed kissing my daughter even more. I was beginning to suspect that under that lovely little alabaster Japanese body, my daughter's best friend might be a lesbian with the hots for her.

After several minutes of making out together, I said, "Of course, kissing is only a part of dating. When you kiss your date, you should be prepared for more than just that."

Katie looked at me anxiously. "Are guys going to expect me to . . .?"

"Let's just take it slowly," I said, soothing her.

Katie took another sip of wine and, giggling, reached over to Randi. Cupping one hand behind the back of Randi's neck, Katie brought the wine glass to her friend's lips and tilted it to the other girl's lips. Randi let my daughter pour the liquor down her throat. Then, laughing, she took the glass from my daughter's hand and returned the favor, cradling Katie's head with one hand and tilting the glass toward Katie's lips and encouraging her to drink more. Meanwhile, I sat back between them, stroking their backs and smiling approvingly. It was doubly erotic to watch the two half-dressed girls encourage each other to get drunker. My cock was as hard as an iron bar. A little of the red wine dribbled down Katie's chin and onto her green nightie. She giggled some more and swayed slightly in her seat. The wine was having an effect.

"Oh, honey!" I said, soothingly, "Watch out that you don't stain your nightgown." I took the bottom hem in my hands and pulled the nightie off over her head, exposing her luscious, gravity-defying big tits and leaving her dressed only in a thin panty.

She gave me a drunken smile. "Thank you, Daddy," she said. In what appeared to be an unconscious move, my daughter responded to the physical sensation of having her oversized tits freed from the restrictive clothing by cupping and caressing her tits briefly. The effect, looking at her, was as if she were presenting them to me as gifts for me alone.

Returning to the subject of dating, I said, "Boys are likely to want to feel your breasts, I think." Then I turned to Randi and undid the last button on her blouse, fully revealing her surprisingly well-endowed breasts and her beautiful, flawless pale skin. I started to play with her lovely young tits. "Do you think you would like that, sweetie?"

"I . . . I guess I would," said Randi, biting her lip while I tweaked her nipples and pecked at her lips. "And if he's doing that, am I supposed to just sit here and let him?"

"I guess that depends on you," I said evenly. "If you don't like it, you should tell him to stop." I paused a moment and kissed Randi some more, tasting the wine on her tongue. "On the other hand, if you like it, you need to show him that you do -- that you're not passive or frigid."

"How. . .?"

"You should put your hand right here," I said, placing her hand on my hard cock.

I turned to Katie. "You too, sweetie. Show your date that you like him. When he kisses you, show him you appreciate him." I pulled her hand to my crotch, so that now both girls were caressing my cock and balls through my pants.

"Good girls," I said. "You're both learning really quickly. Now, Katie, you undo my belt while I kiss your friend."

A minute later, I had definitely reached heaven. My pants were pooled at the floor around my ankles, while my two girls cooperated in stroking my shaft, my balls and my cock head. Meanwhile, I had both my arms around the two girls pulling them to me, and I alternated between kissing first one, then the other. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" Katie asked breathlessly between kisses and more sips of wine.

By this time, Randi was being swept along to a place I don't think she had expected to go. She seemed especially taken aback when she broke apart after one of our kisses to find that her friend, my daughter, had gone the next step and was bent forward with my dick in her mouth while I had been kissing Randi. To overcome her hesitation and not give her time to think, I pulled Randi's face back to mine and kissed her harder, while my other hand pushed my daughter's face deeper onto my hard cock.

I broke off my kiss with Randi for a moment. With my hand guiding the back of my daughter's head up and down, up and down, I looked into Randi's deer-in-the-headlights eyes. I think my grin must have stretched from ear to ear as I said, as matter of factly as I could, "It looks as if Katie has skipped to the next lesson: if you really like your date, you should show your appreciation by sucking his cock. See how easy it is? See how much Katie likes showing her appreciation?" Then I went back to kissing my daughter's increasingly horny Scandinavian girlfriend and groping her ripe tits.

I was finally where I wanted to be: my big titted blonde daughter was sucking my cock while her slim, sexy Japanese girlfriend was kissing me as hard as she could, desperate in her inebriated state to prove that she knew how to treat a grownup man. The hand that had been on the back of my daughter's head urging her to suck deeper now drifted lower, and I cupped one of her humongous breasts. Tweaking her nipples caused her to gasp in orgasmic shock even through her horny slurping of my cock.

That was about the time that Elaine came home from work. I have no idea how long she had been standing in the middle of the room watching us. All I knew was that at one point I looked up from kissing Randi and saw my wife only a few feet away, standing with arms folded as she watched.

When she saw that I had finally noticed her, she simply smiled ambiguously and said dryly, "Hi, honey, I'm home."

Katie lifted her mouth off my cock with a loud pop, while Randi jerked in surprise and fear.

I put a blase face on it, saying simply, "Oh, hi Elaine. The girls and I were talking about boys and dates and . . ."

". . . doing a little show and tell?"

"Something like that." I smiled. I put my arms around both their waists and cupped their tits, showing them off to my wife by hefting them from below and jiggling them for Elaine's benefit. I knew exactly what I looked like to Elaine, brazenly fondling two nearly naked, drunken and submissive girls' tits while my erect cock stood up from my crotch, twitching and begging to be played with, displaying to my wife exactly where things were going. "They said they wanted to practice how to deal with boys in case they get asked out on dates," I said, tweaking both girls' nipples. Katie and Randi both jumped in their seats at the sensation. I hugged them even tighter and the possessive smile I directed at my wife got even wider.

"I think these young ladies need a lot of guidance," I said, squeezing their tits again and pulling them closer as the three of us sat on the couch facing my wife. My cock, which seemed so hard before, felt even harder now that I knew my wife was watching us. I ached for my two teen sex students to put their hands back where they belonged -- on my cock and balls. So I said, "Girls, why don't you demonstrate what we talked about -- how to show a man that you appreciate him?" First Katie, then Randi tentatively each wrapped a hand around my shaft and started stroking me slowly up and down. They both looked up at Elaine uncertainly seeking her approval.

"Good girls," I said. I looked back at Elaine and added, "They're learning really well." With my hands still wrapped around the girls' waists and cupping each of the girls' tits, I bounced their big soft tits up and down, showing off my control of these compliant teens and beaming at Elaine the whole time. The girls' hands rose up and down on my cock.

Elaine put her purse and car keys on the table as if what she'd walked in on was merely a day in the life. "I see," she said, as she watched her daughter and her daughter's friend being fondled by me while they stroked my hard dick. "Mind if I get a glass of wine?"

"Sure," I said. "The bottle's right here."

Elaine looked at the wine bottle, which was mostly empty by this time, and gave a crooked smile. She looked from one girl to another, assessing how drunk they were. "Of course it is. I'll just be a moment."

A minute later she was back in the living room with an empty glass in her hand and she began pouring herself some liquor from the bottle. It looked as if she had taken a moment while outside the living room to remove her bra, then re-button her blouse most, but not all of the way. "Can you make some room for me on the couch?" she asked.

She sat down on the other side of Randi. "Randi, sweetie," she said, "why don't you show me what you've been learning."

"Um, gosh Mrs. J. . ."

"It's fine, Randi dear." She put her hand on Randi's cheek and began gently drawing the innocent teen toward her face. "Show me how well you can kiss." 

 A moment later I was watching as Randi put everything she had into kissing my wife. It appeared I might be right about Randi playing for the other team, but then again she had been a pretty eager student when I kissed her as well. Meanwhile, Katie returned her hand to my cock, and began reflexively stroking me up and down while she watched her beautiful black-haired Scandinavian friend kiss my wife.

I pulled Katie's face back to mine and we began kissing again. Then after a minute of acclimating her to the shock of having her mother join us, I gently eased her off the couch and onto the floor between my legs. "Suck Daddy, sweetheart," I said. "Show everyone how much you've learned about sucking Daddy cock."

"Yes, Daddy."

As Katie began to suck me, I put my hands on her head to gently guide her, while I leaned back all the way on the couch and relaxed. I turned my head toward Randi and Elaine and, smiling, caught Elaine's eye.

Elaine broke off the kiss. "What a lovely kisser you've turned out to be, Randi," she said. "What a fast learner! Now why don't you try kissing my clit?" Taking Randi by the shoulders, she gently pushed the drunken teen to the floor.

Now both teenage girls were on their knees between the legs of my wife and me. Katie's head eagerly bobbed up and down on her Daddy's cock, while her friend Randi licked my wife's pussy.

Elaine took a sip of her wine and handed it to me to share. Odd as it may sound, there was a lovely romantic tinge to it with the two of us sharing a glass of wine as the waves of pleasure washed over us. The sight of two beautiful but innocent and completely obedient teens on their knees servicing us was overwhelmingly sexy. "I love you, darling," I said, taking a sip and handing the glass back to Elaine. I pushed my daughter's head up and down on my shaft as I added, "I'm so happily married." The sound of my daughter's slurping filled the room.

"Me, too, darling," Elaine said, raising her glass to me in a silent toast before taking another sip. "There's no one else I'd rather do this with."

Then she shivered in an unusually intense jolt of pleasure. "Ooh! You little Scandinavian slut! I didn't think you'd know how to do that!" She pulled Randi's face into her crotch and held it there. "Suck my clit, you obedient little whore! Randy Scandinavian slut!" She leaned over and kissed me. All the while she kept her hand on the back of Randi's head, her fingers woven into the fine, silky black hair of her new sextoy. "Kiss my pussy, Randi!" she cried. Then she started moaning over and over, "Randy little Scandinavian slut! Randy little Scandinavian slut!" and giggled as she orgasmed. I held my wife's hand, our fingers intertwining, as she shuddered through a long orgasm.

I grabbed my voluptuous little daughter's beautiful blonde head and pulled her mouth deeper onto my shaft. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down. She gazed wide-eyed into my eyes while her head bounced up and down, making it look as if she were nodding her head to me over and over: "Yes Daddy Yes Daddy Yes Daddy Yes Daddy."

"Suck your Daddy like a good girl," I instructed her.

My sweet cocksucking daughter responded by bobbing her head deeper and faster up and down on my cock. Her wide eyes locked on mine seemed positively adoring. She was desperate to please me. After several minutes of devoted cocksucking, she took her mouth off my dick but kept eagerly pumping up and down with both hands. "Your cock tastes so good, Daddy!" she said happily. "Can I have some cream? Please, Daddy?"

I responded by giving Katie what she needed. Sperm in her mouth. Sperm on her face. Sperm in her hair. I roared as my cock exploded, showering her with jism. Katie giggled happily, aiming my cock with both hands straight at her own face to cover herself with her beloved Daddy's juices. Such a good girl. 

 ------X------

Despite the fact that the next day was a Saturday, Elaine had to show up at work to continue with the Inventory From Hell. They had made good progress the day before, though, and she hoped that the whole thing might somehow end before noon. Katie, meanwhile, went off to her weekend dance class.

With the house to myself, I put on some jazz and started on the sort of miscellaneous work that everyone puts off but has to do eventually: cleaning out the closet. I set up separate piles for charity donations, stuff I wanted to keep and stuff that was so worthless it belonged in the trash. I was about a third of the way through the top shelves when I was interrupted by the doorbell.

It was Randi. After our escapade the night before I was completely unsure what her reaction would be: would she be embarrassed? Would she pretend nothing happened? Would she want to "process" what happened endlessly in the way that teenage girls love and that drives the rest of us crazy?

She began quietly, looking down at the ground while she spoke. "Hi, Mr. J. I hope you don't mind my coming over like this. Without calling, I mean."

"Nonsense, Randi. You're like a member of the family. You know that Katie's not here. She's . . . ."

". . . at her dance lesson. I know. I actually wanted to talk to YOU, Mr. J."

We sat facing each other on the couch together and she continued. "I really, uh, I really enjoyed last night."

I reached out and touched her hand with my fingers. "I enjoyed it, too," I said. My cock was already starting to get hard.

"You know Mr. J, Katie and I have been friends for years, and when I started thinking about, well, about romance and sex and all that, I guess it was natural that I started thinking about her -- um -- in that way."

"If you're saying that you're a lesbian, that's okay. Randi, you're free to . . ."

"No, Mr. J that's not what I'm saying. To be honest, I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know what I am. My parents -- well, you know how they are. They'd freak out if they thought I was a lesbian. And to be honest, it kind of freaks me out, too."

She paused a moment to screw up her nerve before continuing. My fingertips still rested on the back of her hand, and now she turned her hand over and began touching my hand tentatively. "I guess you must've figured out that Katie and I started experimenting recently. Before last night, all we did was kiss. I don't know if Katie was thinking of doing anything more. But I was. A lot more."

My mind's eye conjured a picture of the two of them in Katie's bed together and my cock got harder. The only thing missing from the image was me entering Katie's bedroom and joining them. "If you're asking for my forgiveness, Randi, there's nothing to forgive. Like I said, you're free to be a lesbian if you . . ."

"Don't say that! I don't want to be a lesbian! I know that these days we're all supposed to be open to that stuff, but that's not how I was raised, and I don't want to be that way!"

She moved her hand to my thigh and began moving nervous, shaking fingers toward my crotch. "I'm so afraid, Mr. J! I've had fantasies about Katie, but maybe that's just because Katie and I are such good friends."

Her hand reached the tip of my cock. She smiled -- her first smile since entering my house -- but her eyes had a pleading look. "I want to get rid of those fantasies, Mr. J! I want to replace them if I can with something more wholesome."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like a grown man's cock!" she said. "I don't want to dream about Katie. I want to dream about cock!" Her hand was stroking up and down my shaft. "Can you please show me your cock, Mr. J?"

I stood up next to the couch and for a moment I could see that Randi was afraid that she'd blown it, that I was getting up to leave. But instead I stood directly in front of her and faced her. "Undo my belt and zipper, sweetie," I said.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" she said gratefully, almost crying in her desperation to prove to herself that she could be heterosexual.

Randi had just finished pulling down my pants and was beginning a tactile exploration of my cock when the door opened and Elaine walked in.

I had been caught in the act. My cock was bobbing in the face of my daughter's Scandinavian girlfriend, little more than an inch away from her mouth. When Randi and I turned in surprise toward the door, Randi had my cock in her hand and her mouth dropped open in surprise, making it look as if she were about to start blowing me.

"Well!" said Elaine. "This makes twice I've walked in at just the right moment, doesn't it?"

"Randi dropped by to discuss something important," I said, not sure how to say what I wanted, or how Elaine would react. So far, Elaine's response to the increasing sex play in the house had been unbelievable -- and I mean that literally. I was afraid that at any moment I would wake up and her incredible openness to my having sex with nubile teenagers would turn out to be some fever-induced dream.

At that moment Randi shifted her hand on my cock, which made me involuntarily lurch my pelvis forward, poking her in the face. Randi instinctively let go, with the result that my erect penis began to bounce up and down directly in front of her face, occasionally bouncing off her nose.

"Yes . . .?" Elaine prompted.

"Randi's afraid she might be a lesbian," I said. I couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation by wiggling my pelvis just slightly -- enough to smack Randi repeatedly in the face as my cock bounced off her nose, swung away then sprang back and hit her in the cheek, then nearly poked her in the eye. Randi blinked nervously, trying to pretend that nothing had happened. I smiled at Elaine and, without Randi seeing my facial expression, gestured with my eyes for Elaine to watch Randi's face. I swung my pelvis again and again, causing my cock to slap the nervous young girl's face over and over .

Elaine smirked. "And she thought your penis might be the cure for lesbianism?" she asked, stealing glances at the spectacle that I was providing with poor Randi.

"Something like that," I said. By this time my cock was hitting Randi's face repeatedly in the nose, on the cheek, on the lips. Randi struggled to pretend nothing was happening, while Elaine tried to keep from laughing. I moved slightly, positioning my cock so that it rubbed Randi all over her lips, even to the point of trying to wiggle my cock head past the lips of her closed mouth. If she dared to open her mouth to speak, it would slip in.

"And how about you, Randi?" Elaine asked. She sat on the couch next to Randi, and now my cock bobbed in the air next to both their faces.

I started slapping Randi in the face over and over with my cock, merely inches away from my wife, who, with increasing difficulty, pretended that nothing was happening. Randi's face reflected embarrassment and worry that she was doing something wrong, but the seriousness of her expression was totally contradicted by my errant cock alternately bouncing off her nose, then smearing precum all over her cheeks. Randi's hand fluttered in her lap, as if she were instinctively wanting to swat my cock away, but then consciously suppressing the urge.

Elaine watched the whole farce from a couple of inches away. Stifling a laugh, she asked, "Do you think you're a lesbian, dear?"

"I'm afraid. . . .Glawg!" Before she could even get to the next word, my cock was insistently pushing its way into her mouth.

"Don't be afraid, little Randi," Elaine said. She put her hand on the back of Randi's head. "Kiss my husband's cock and tell me about your problems." As she pushed the Scandinavian teenager's mouth in and out on my cock head, Elaine looked up at me and blew me a kiss.

Randi began licking and kissing my shaft under my wife's direction. "This is okay, Mrs. J?" she asked.

"Randi, you know how much I care about you. I want you to find yourself." She wrapped her hand around my shaft and brought it to her own mouth and sucked me for a moment, then took her mouth off the head and fed it back into Randi's mouth. While Randi sucked me, Elaine continued, "Perhaps you'll find yourself licking my clit as a lesbian. Or perhaps you'll find yourself on your back getting pounded by my husband." She reached over and started unbuttoning the teenage girl's blouse, exposing lovely C-cup tits. "Or maybe you'd like to find yourself getting fucked by him doggy style? There are a lot of ways to find yourself, darling. A lot of positions you might find yourself in."

"You really really don't mind, Mrs. J?"

"No, dear." She sucked my cock for a moment again, and again she fed my shaft into the teenager's mouth before continuing, "I don't mind if you find yourself impaled on my husband's big dick. I don't mind if he fucks you so hard you can't walk for a week. I don't even mind if you give up girls and dedicate yourself completely to his big dick. Though personally, I would be quite disappointed if you gave up on girls entirely. Are you sure you don't want to lick my clit just a little like you did last night?"

I took randy little Randi by the hand and pulled her to her feet. Elaine, reading my mind, undid the girl's buttons and zippers and pulled her pants down. Then, with our docile little Scandinavian sex toy standing nude before us, I positioned her on her knees facing toward my wife's crotch while I lined myself up behind her. Elaine hiked up her skirt and pulled Randi's face toward her pussy like a good little rug muncher, while I pushed my cock into the teen girl's twat. She was so tight that I could barely get more than an inch in -- at first, anyway.

"Ow! Oh God! I'm a virgin! Please be gentle with my virgin pussy! "

Elaine and I looked at each other and shared huge open-mouthed grins. Could it get any better?

"Of course, Randi darling. I'll be gentle," I said. But instead of following through with my promise I rammed my cock harder. Another half inch went in.

"No! Please! It's too big!"

I pulled back and then thrust in again, deeper.

"Oh God! Oh God! It won't fit!"

"Sure it will, sweetheart. Just relax!"

"Uh! Uh! No more! Please! It's so deep!"

I was pumping deeper with each thrust but there were still several inches to go. Randi was incredibly tight -- the tightest pussy I could remember ever entering. Each inch deeper into her vagina was tighter and sweeter than the last. There was no way I was going to slow down until I got my cock all the way into her box. But I said, "I'm going as gently as I can, sweetie. You don't want to become a lesbian, do you?"

"No! Uh! Oh God! I don't want to be a lesbian!" she cried even as she continued to lick my wife's pussy. "Teach me to accept cock! Fuck me deeper!"

"If you insist," I said as politely as I could. This delicious, lithe, pliable and obedient little Scandinavian girl with such surprisingly big tits was begging me not only to take her cherry, but to take her as much and as often as I wanted until I could prove to her that she was addicted to dick meat. I drew back and then pumped again, harder. Every millimeter of progress into her virgin pussy was another piece of ecstasy. Randi screamed again in an inarticulate mixture of pain, fear of my big cock -- and desire for more of that same big cock tearing through her maidenhead.

I laughed with joy as my cock finally went in all the way. I began fucking Randi faster, and now her screams of pain from my breaking her hymen were replaced by screams of pleasure from being rammed deeply and repeatedly.

"Oh yes! So good! Fuck me more! Fuck me forever! Fuck me over and over! Fuck me till all I can think of is cock!"

I looked down at my cock going in and out of her vagina and saw a slight smearing of blood on my cock when it came out of her pussy, proof that I had taken her precious cherry.

Randi chose that moment to take her mouth away from my wife's pussy long enough to gasp, "Oh thank you! Thank you for fucking me!"

In answer I pounded her again so hard that her face rammed into my wife's pussy.

"Lick my clit like a good little heterosexual," Elaine purred, grabbing Elaine's head and pulling it into her muff.

Elaine and I screwed Randi that way in a bisexual sandwich for several minutes. Then I said, "It's time for a new lesson, little girl. Time to learn how to be a little Scandinavian cowgirl."

I sat on the couch and brought Randi toward me to sit on my lap facing me. Within seconds she took to riding my cock like a pro. Her C-cup tits bounced in my face. Her hips rose and fell faster and faster until they were almost a blur. "Oh God!" she screamed. "So full of cock! So full of your long fat cock!"

"Still think you might be a lesbian?" I asked.

"No!" she cried. "I love cock too much!" She bounced on my cock some more. "I could never be a lesbian! I love your cock!"

"Good answer!" I said. I grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly downward, sending her into spasms. "But I think we may have to repeat the lesson -- over and over and over! -- until we're sure you've learned it!"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Teach me to love cock! Teach me to serve your big cock!"

Elaine positioned herself on the couch beside us. She put both her hands on Randi's cheeks and held her while she kissed the horny teen. "It's not just him," she said. "You're going to have to service me too, you randy little whore!"

Randi began to shudder in orgasm at the thought of being controlled by us. "Yes! I'll be your whore! Make me your little Scandinavian fucktoy!" I held her ass and forcibly pistoned her up and down on my shaft, imposing multiple orgasms on her. "I'll lick your clit all night!" she screamed. "Just give me cock! Oh please, give me your cock!"

She began to sob as she orgasmed. "I'm so glad I'm not a lesbian! Lesbians don't get fucked by big cocks! Just don't stop fucking me!"

I loved the fact that her little Scandinavian body was so slim and light that I could lift her up and down effortlessly on my shaft. "Don't worry, sweetheart," I told her as I fucked her relentlessly. Her body was like a sexy little doll that was totally under my control. Her long, silky black hair flowed like a curtain framing her face and upper torso while her tits jiggled with the franticness of my thrusts. "I'll fuck you as much as you need it. Daddy's cock will always be there for you."

"Oh Daddy!" she screamed, accepting her new status utterly. "Daddy cock!!"

Elaine bent forward, thrusting her big tits in my mouth. "Fuck me, too, Daddy," she whispered in my ear, "Fuck me silly. I want you to fuck all your girls."

At that point I lost it completely. I had wanted to hold on and fuck little Randi and my wife all day, but hearing Elaine's invitation to "fuck all your girls" sent me over the edge. Still holding onto Randi's perfect hips, I pistoned her up and down faster and faster on my cock. She shook uncontrollably like a rag doll, partly because I was in total control of her virgin body and partly because of an overwhelming orgasm that made her shudder and spasm even as I repeatedly thrust up into her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she began babbling incoherently like she was in the throes of an out-of-body experience.

I arched my pelvis up into Randi's tight little twat and shot my sperm into her unprotected womb. "You're mine!" I screamed. "You belong to my cock!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, sobbing.

Randi collapsed onto my chest, whimpering in release and submission. Elaine snuggled up to me, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, "Consider this an early birthday present, honey. She's yours. Your own little Scandinavian cock whore. From now on, her place is on your cock." Elaine kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue in my mouth.

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