Teaching Daughter Self Esteem part 3 by dannyboy111

A couple of days later I stopped off after work at the dance studio where Katie took her lessons. I hadn't been there in almost two years, ever since Katie asked Elaine and me to stop coming to her lessons and recitals. We had respected our daughter's privacy, and so my contact with the dance instructor, Madame Therese, had dwindled to little more than sending her regular tuition checks along with an occasional phone call to see how Katie was doing.

When I neared the instructor's business office, I could hear grunting and rustling from the other side of the door. It didn't take a lot of imagination to figure out what was going on inside.

"Oh, fuck! You . . ." came a muffled exclamation. A man, it seemed.

It was followed by a woman's voice saying, "Yes! Give it to . . .!" Then came more rustling, and a small clatter as something apparently was knocked to the floor. Then more muffled grunting and exclamations.

It was none of my business who Madame Therese had sex with, and it certainly wasn't exciting to listen at the door to whatever they were doing. So I spent the next ten minutes in the waiting room idly perusing months-old dance magazines. Every once in a while I got up to stretch my legs and wandered around the room looking at pictures of young girls in group portraits, the same sort of pictures that one sees for youth soccer teams and the like. Then I strolled back to the plastic chair and looked through some old American Dance Today magazines.

After about fifteen minutes the clattering and half-heard swearing and grunting died down. The door opened and a man dressed in a business suit came out, casually tightening the knot on his tie while trying to balance his computer case under his arm. When he saw me sitting in the waiting room with a magazine on my lap, he did a quick double-take of surprise, but then looked directly at me, smirking and shrugging at the same time in an "aw shucks, ya caught me" gesture. He clearly was not very embarrassed. He waved a silent goodbye to me as he walked toward the glass door that fronted on the street.

I waited a few seconds for propriety's sake, then walked up to the half-open door and knocked on the door jamb to announce my presence. Madame Therese was on her knees with her back to me, in the midst of picking up some stuff that had fallen off her desk. From behind I could see an extremely attractive, perfectly toned ass clad in a form-fitting body stocking that stretched from her waist to her upper calves. There was not so much as a gram of cellulite on her ass and thighs. She turned and looked up at me in surprise.

"Oh!" she said. "Katie's father! I wasn't expecting you."

"I should have called before coming."

"I'm sorry that you had to come in and see . . ." She hurriedly tied her hair back and knotted it in a bun on the back of her head. The few stray hairs that she missed hung loose in testament to her being flustered by my arrival. The just-fucked look that resulted looked fantastic on her long, slim graceful dancer's frame.

I held up open palms to her. "No apology is necessary. We're all adults here. How you spend your free time is your affair. I'm the one who should apologize for arriving unannounced."

"Thanks. I appreciate your attitude. What can I do for you?" She gestured toward the couch.

I sat down. "Well, it's about Katie. My wife and I have been working with her about her shyness and becoming more outgoing. In the past, we've had an understanding with you that she didn't like to be part of your recitals, but I was thinking maybe we could change that. I'd like for her to perform in public again."

The dance instructor frowned. "I wish you'd come to me a month ago," she said. "We've giving a recital next week, but we're too far into rehearsals for Katie to take even a small part and be ready in time for the performance."

She walked around her desk so that she stood facing me and leaned backward, propping her ass casually against the desk while she continued, "I'd love to see Katie take a more active role in the class. She's a superb dancer. And I'm glad to hear that you and your wife are making progress in bringing her out of her shell. But I want any increased participation on her part to be a success – I'd hate for her to enter rehearsals at the last minute, then be even more self-conscious because of lack of preparation the day of the performance."

"I understand," I said. "You're making a good point. Maybe next time." I started to get up to leave.

"Wait a minute," Therese said. "Your coming a few minutes ago at such a . . . revealing . . . moment brings up another issue." She made a show of bringing delicate fingers up to her hair to tuck the loose strands behind her ear, then she brought her index finger down the middle of her chest. The effect was that she drew my attention to her breasts. "There's an advanced class that some of my older girls attend. It's only open to the best dancers, and I only admit girls who are eighteen and over."

"Eighteen and over?" I asked, mystified. I wondered what age would have to do with dance skills.

"Well, as you said, 'We're all adults here.' This is a special class for my adult students, and it involves adult activities. The parents play a part in the instruction." Therese let one hand rest casually on her own crotch as if by accident, while the other hand scratched at an itch just below one of her breasts.

"The parents?" I asked.

"Actually, I meant to say 'the fathers'. All of the students in my advanced class live with single fathers. The dads play a special role not only in their own daughters' instruction, but in the instruction of all the other girls as well. Are you interested?"

Could she possibly mean what I thought she meant? My cock was getting harder by the second. I squirmed slightly in my seat to find a more comfortable position. "You do know that I'm married," I said. "But how exactly does this work?"

Therese smiled and sat next to me on the couch. She put her hand on my leg and began to trace little curves on my thigh using the long fingernail on her index finger. "It's all completely consensual," she explained. "No one is allowed in the class unless the other girls in the class agree to both their fellow student AND the student's father. But I think both you and Katie would get their approval."

Her hand moved up to my crotch and she began brazenly caressing my cock and balls. "Each week," she went on, "the girls have a regular dance lesson. At the end of the lesson each goes home with a different girl's father for dinner and to spend the night."

She reached forward with both hands and started undoing my belt and zipper, then fished out my hardening cock. "I can see that you're intrigued by the lesson plan." Jacking my cock up and down, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to instruct a few young dancers? Teach them to suck cock just right? Teach them to get fucked? Teach them to dance on your pole? I can assure you, these are my best students. Very fast learners. Very limber, beautiful young girls. And they love being taught by grownups." She bent down and plunged her mouth down on my cock. She lifted her mouth off my cock long enough to add, "Especially grownups with big dicks." Then she lowered her head back onto my hard cock.

Therese sucked me for a couple of minutes while I leaned back in bliss, stroking her hair with one hand and her amazingly perfect ass with the other. My mind was overwhelmed with images of fucking one tight young teenager after another, though a part of me worried where my wife was supposed to fit in with such a scenario. I also thought about the fact that Katie was a virgin. Even if I "did something" about her virginity – that is, even if I fucked her despite my promise to my wife – I nevertheless felt uncomfortable about letting other men have access to her. Still, Therese's expert mouth on my cock made any such misgivings seem like mere fantasies, whereas the reality was that I was sitting in an office getting a fantastic blowjob from a woman who wanted to give me more teenage pussy than I had ever dreamt of.

"Let me give you a taste of the sort of lessons that we give our best girls," Therese said. She stood and within a couple of seconds had stripped off her leotards, revealing perfect B-cup breasts, a slim, toned ass and a completely shaved pussy.

"Naturally," she said as she positioned herself over my rod, "our lessons cover the full range of modern dance movements, and I pride myself on the versatility of my students. There is NO compromise in the quality of instruction."

She gave a satisfied sigh as she lowered herself onto my cock. "Nice cock," she said. "Nice fat cock." She arched her back, displaying her perfect dancer's posture as she rode up and down tirelessly, thrusting her lovely tits proudly in my face.

She continued her sales pitch even as she rode my dick: "In addition, the girls each practice toning routines, thus ensuring that even though they get exercised – oh, Fuck yeah, they get exercised over and over by all their Daddies! – Don't be shy, just pound my ass! – But even though they get so much – so fucking much! – exercise, thanks to the – Uhh! – toning routines, their bodies – Uhh! – are just as tight and supple as the first time they were exercised! Exercise me harder!"

"Are you – Oh! Oh God! – saying they're as tight as virgins?"

Therese rode up and down on my rod frantically. She herself was so tight inside that I felt as if I could sense every ridge inside her vagina as she rose all the way up the entire length of my long shaft supported by her strong, toned thighs, then rapidly dropped down again. "Tight!" she screamed. "We're all so fucking tight! Tight for our Daddies!"

She stretched her arms straight up in the air with fingers reaching upward. She began corkscrewing her pelvis while flexing her vaginal muscles, demonstrating in the most lewd manner possible the training that she was giving her eighteen and nineteen year old female students. The twisting of her lower body was matched by an opposite twisting of her upper torso, which meant that her tits were slapping me up and down and side to side in the face as she rose and fell on my cock. Her hands and fingers shook and swayed in the air above her head. Meanwhile, I could feel the flexing of her vaginal and abdominal muscles in a traveling pulse up the length of my shaft. This horny ballerina was literally dancing on my dick.

"This is a very exclusive class!" she continued. "I test every Daddy to make sure he's good enough for my girls! Give me that big dick and prove you're good enough to fuck thirteen girls!" She put her hands on my shoulders, arched her spine and threw her head back, grunting in orgasm.

Suddenly, though, she stopped. She lifted her body off of my hard dick and said, "I'm really sorry to do this to you. Believe me, I'm no pricktease. But my special class is meeting in a couple of minutes, and I have to be there for my girls. It's your own fault, really, for showing up just before class starts." She jacked my cock a few times while she spoke. "The class takes an hour. Why don't you go run an errand or something and come back at six? After you see the students and their fathers, I'm sure you'll want Katie to join the class." She gave one last slurp on my cock and stood up.

And then she was gone. She jumped up from the couch, daintily dabbed a handkerchief to blot up the slobber on her chin and the lubrication around her pussy, then she rapidly pulled on her leotard. The next thing I knew she was out the door, leaving me literally with my dick in my hand, wondering what hit me.

I spent forty-five minutes buying groceries – eggs, milk and coffee for the next morning – and arrived back at the dance studio a few minutes before the lesson was over. Several adult men were milling around the hallway, sitting on the waiting room chairs or leaning against the wall. I recognized one of the men leaning casually against the wall as the fellow I'd seen coming out of Madame Therese's office earlier that afternoon. He noticed me from across the room and nodded a silent greeting, then went back to his texting. I was tempted to go over and talk to him, but what in the world would I say? Several of the other men were reading the old dance magazines that Madame Therese kept lying around, while others were texting or checking their email. A couple of guys sat in plastic waiting room chairs talking about football. All in all, I felt about as much tension in the air as I'd experience at a bus stop.

Finally the double doors opened. Madame Therese caught my eye briefly as she allowed the men into the practice room, but she appeared preoccupied with greeting the other fathers as they entered.

Inside the room was a typical dance studio: polished wood floors and walls lined floor to ceiling with mirrors to help the students watch their own moves and those of the teacher while they practiced their dance movements. The men filed in and spread out along the wall nearest the door, while the young women were on the other side of the room packing away their gear and, in some cases, putting wraparound skirts on over their leotards.

They were stunning, every single one of them. Nearly all had what I would call "dancers' bodies" – slim, small to medium size breasts, well toned bodies. Several were much shorter than average teenage girls, though there were a number of taller girls and even a couple who were tall enough and slim enough to be models. Most had their hair tied back to be out of the way while dancing, though a few of the dozen or so girls had already loosened their head bands, letting long hair – some brunette, a few blondes and one freckle-faced, coppery-haired redhead – loose.

At first it seemed that the girls were taking a matter-of-fact approach to the men's arrival. One girl went straight to an older man and handed him her gym bag to carry, then kissed him daintily on the cheek and took his hand to leave. Another, though, met her "Daddy" by walking up to him and giving him a soulful kiss. A moment later, I saw that several girls were approaching the men and kissing them hello.

Then I noticed several girls hanging back at the far end of the room opposite the door. Four of the most petite girls in the group looked at each other, giving nonverbal signals, then suddenly they broke into what looked like a choreographed run toward the opposite wall where the men were standing.

"DADDY!" they cried in unison. In a couple of seconds they reached the far wall. Simultaneously, all four leapt into the arms of a different man. Each girl wrapped her arms around her man's neck and wrapped her legs around his pelvis.

The four men instinctively grabbed the girls' asses to support them with their arms crooked under the girls' legs. In an instant, the four young girls were bouncing up and down in unison in the men's arms and squealing, "Daddy Daddy Daddy!" Then they started giggling.

Everyone in the room began laughing, the men holding the nubile teens most of all. Several men standing along the side and greeting their own dates for the night applauded as they laughed. The girls' asses began jackhammering up and down in the men's hands. Laughing happily, the men held the young girls up and began bouncing them up and down, pantomiming fucking them for the entire crowd to watch and enjoy.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I whispered to myself.

It was an incredible sight, more arousing than anything I'd seen or even heard of in any performance anywhere. These hot young dancers were delighting in the control they had over their limber bodies, while the older men took intense joy in the fact that these slim girls were so light that the men could, and did, bounce them in their arms like sexy, willing playthings.

One large man planted his feet wide apart in the middle of the dance floor, laughing in sexual triumph while he put his whole pelvis and torso into the act of swinging his copper-haired girl in the air and bringing her back down over and over onto his crotch. He was tall, dwarfing the tiny little red-haired dancer whom he held in his arms and whose body he manipulated like a gorgeous, sexy plaything. The lithe little redhead herself whooped and squealed like a cowgirl as he bounced her up and down on his hard-on, her long curly red hair flying wildly up, down and in all directions as she rode her man.

Two other men, meanwhile, paraded their girls around the room for all to see. While the men circled the room supporting their girls' asses, they also grinned happily at all the other men in the room, showing off their good fortune at having such prize teenage fucktoys. Meanwhile the girls held themselves up easily by their arms around the men's necks and their legs supported by the men's arms, their feet and toes pointing outward. They bounced happily on the men's bulges, giggling and chanting over and over, "Daddy Daddy Daddy!! Hee hee hee!! Daddy Daddy Daddy!!" The men looked like they were passing into states of horny bliss.

When I looked for the fourth couple, I saw that he had staggered backward against the mirror. He and his girl were furiously kissing each other, while he continued to knead her ass and she frantically humped him while supported in his arms.

I knew at that moment that I had to join this club. I pictured holding that limber little redhead by the ass, impaling her on my hard dick and putting her happy, compliant sexiness on display the way the other man did, only in my case there would be no cloth between us to impede my penetrating her perfect little pussy over and over. I wanted her long, curly red hair to sway around us like a fiery cloud of lust while she rode my cock and screamed for more. I wanted that sexy little redheaded pixie to gyrate crazily on my pole while a roomful of men and horny teens watched and applauded.

Then my imagined future scenario morphed, and I saw the face of first one beautiful teenage girl in my arms impaled on my dick, then another and another. The rest of the young dancers stood in a circle around us cheering while I held one after another of them and proudly fucked them standing up.

Finally my vision of the future took a new form, and I was alone in the room full of mirrors with Katie in my arms, her perfect ass molded to my hands supporting her. In my mind's eye Katie's image was reflected endlessly in the mirrored room with her hands around my neck and her legs hooked over my arms, her pale blonde hair and her huge 32F tits bouncing deliciously, her voluptuous body pistoning happily up and down on my cock while I held her ass. My daughter needed Daddy meat, and I needed to give it to her.

I hardly noticed that while these few couples put on their pornographic display, most of the other couples quietly paired off and left together. Madame Therese came to my side and whispered to me, "It's usually a great deal more sedate than this. There are always a few young ladies who like to put on a show – especially when they know they have a new audience, such as yourself."

"How do they decide who to go with?" I asked.

"They don't," Therese answered. "I don't like people to play favorites – it engenders jealousy. So we have a regular rotation. But as I said before, the girls have absolute veto power over whether to allow a new student and her father into the class." She squeezed my hard cock briefly for emphasis and added, "You've passed the preliminary screening."

She handed me a flyer folded in three parts and her voice, while still sweet, assumed a more businesslike tone. "Here's a brochure on the class schedules, curriculum and rates," she said. "In addition to anything else you might be thinking, this IS a legitimate class for advanced students of modern dance. In the last three years, seven of my students from this class have gotten full college tuition scholarships. Let me know what you decide." 

 I was so distracted while driving home that I think I nearly got into three accidents, but I might be wrong – it could have been as many as five. Honestly, I was such a menace on the road that I think if the engine had caught fire I might not have noticed. I had a hard-on that had been plaguing me since mid-afternoon (not counting the brief period in the supermarket when it had deflated for awhile), and despite fucking a gorgeous dance instructor, I had not yet cum. When I drove up to the house, my car hopped up on the curb and I had to re-park it, cursing with impatience the whole time.

When I entered the house, Elaine was in the kitchen cleaning up. "Katie and I went ahead and ate without you," she said without turning around from the sink. "Where have you been?"

"At the store."

"You got something?"

"Yeah, I got something. I got myself a hard-on so bad that I'm ready to fuck anything that moves!" I growled. I put the bag of groceries on the counter and went straight to my wife. With her still facing the sink, I flipped her skirt up and pulled down her panties and, without even telling her what I wanted, much less engaging in foreplay, I thrust my cock in her and started fucking her from behind as if I was dying and this was the cure. I was desperate to cum.

I've never considered myself one of those "gentle lovers" who exclusively smooch their wives by candlelight while using scented bath oils. I mean, sure, Elaine and I have romantic, tender times together sometimes. Other times, we go for rough and dirty sex that involves a lot of screeching and scratching.

This was one of those screeching and scratching times. I had so much pent-up sexual desire that I was barely in control of myself. Elaine, for her part, readily gave in to my horniness and began responding in kind, yelling "Fuck me, stud! Fuck me harder! Fuck me more! I love your cock!"

After several minutes we shifted positions. We started off with me pounding her from behind while she braced her hands against the edge of the kitchen sink. Then she gradually inched backwards so that she could lean in farther, resting her head and her crossed forearms against the rim of the sink. With her bent all the way over, I had a straighter shot at her pussy, allowing me to fuck her more deeply, while she alternated between whimpering and screaming in happy satisfaction.

Several minutes later, we moved to the kitchen table. As she moved from the sink to the table, Elaine pulled her dress over her head and threw it and her bra on the floor. She then lay on her back and reached behind her head to grasp the table's edge, while I rammed my cock into her over and over. Elaine's busty body looked fantastic, her 36DD tits jiggling wildly with my thrusts and her orgasmic spasms.

I don't know when exactly Katie entered the room. I think she had already been there for several minutes before either Elaine or I noticed her standing only a few feet away. Truthfully, I was so obsessed with finally getting off after all that had happened that afternoon that I wasn't aware of my surroundings. I was so out of my mind with lust that it didn't occur to me that my daughter would notice us fucking in the middle of the kitchen. I was so desperate to finally get sexual release that it also didn't cross my mind that my daughter would hear my wife screaming in ecstasy at the top of her lungs.

When I finally did take in my surroundings, I saw Katie dressed in her ass-length threadbare green nightie standing so close to the table where Elaine and I were fucking that I could almost reach out and touch her. She stood wide-eyed and slack-mouthed, staring in wonder at the sight of her mother thrashing about in orgasm and me grunting like a madman as I plunged my hard cock in and out of Mommy's twat.

Then I noticed Katie's hands. One hand was thrust deep in the crotch of her panties, and I could see the motion of her fingers as she frigged her clit. With her other hand she had reached under her nightie and was pinching her own nipples. Taking in the sight of my daughter masturbating as she watched her parents fuck, I realized that Katie's wide-eyed expression was only partly that of surprise at seeing us; it was equal parts lust and erotic excitement. Katie's gorgeous body was shivering all over on the edge of orgasm while she watched us.

I kept hammering relentlessly into my wife, but now I turned my head toward Katie and with one hand gestured to her to come to me.

Elaine saw my movement and turned her own head, seeing Katie for the first time. "Katie – Uhh! – Baby!" she gasped. "Your Daddy is so good to us! Look how good he is! So big and hard! So good! So fucking fucking good!"

Katie remained on the knife edge of a massive orgasm but unable to reach it. She inched closer to me, her shivering increasing while the motions of her hand in her panties became more pronounced and more frantic. Her mouth hung open with gasping, unsatisfied lust, while her eyes took on a pleading note. She was wordlessly begging me to get her off. Her head, her entire body were shaking. When she came close enough to touch, I put my hand on her hip and pulled her to me.

Katie quickly and willingly closed the gap between us. In an instant her huge tits were mashed against my chest and I was kissing her, thrusting my tongue in and out of my daughter's mouth while simultaneously ramming my cock in and out of her mother. My hand wrapped around Katie's tiny waist and rested on the flare of her hip while my other hand mauled Elaine's tits as I pounded her over and over. Elaine, seeing us kiss, screamed, "Yes, Katie! Kiss your Daddy! Love your Daddy! Cum for your Daddy! Oh Daddy we love your cock so much!"

Katie began moaning and shaking in orgasm while I kissed her. Her pelvis bucked rapidly and instinctively against me showing her need to be penetrated. Then her moan turned into a muffled scream coming up from her throat that I felt vibrating in my tongue as we kissed. Her trembling fingers scratched my neck as she gripped me, holding my mouth to hers.

At last I felt the orgasmic release that I had needed for so many hours. With my wife thrashing uncontrollably on my cock and Katie cumming just from kissing me, my cock finally exploded. I thrust forward one last time, instinctively pushing my cockhead as deep into my wife's womb as I could. I gripped Katie's ass and held her shaking, sobbing body against me, while the three of us came together.

A moment later, Katie sank to the floor, totally spent. I pulled my cock out of my wife and fed it into my daughter's mouth. "Clean me up, darling," I said gently as I encouraged her to suck.

Elaine sat up on the table wiping sweat-moistened hair from her face and looked down at our daughter. "Good girl," she said soothingly, stroking Katie's blonde hair as our beautiful virgin daughter suckled contentedly. Elaine looked into my eyes and smiled approvingly before she kissed me.

A few minutes later, we were coming to our senses. Katie dropped back into her embarrassed, shy mode and retreated, as silently as she had been during sex, to her room. While straightening out the kitchen after our marathon session, Elaine came across the small shopping bag that contained the milk, eggs and coffee. "You got this horny just from going to the grocery store?" she asked. "From now on, you do all the shopping!" 

------X------ 

The following Saturday, Elaine told me that I'd have the house to myself that night – she and Katie were going to my sister's to help with our nephew's birthday party. He was turning six.

I offered to go along, but Elaine turned me down. "Really?" she asked, "Do you want to get stuck with the job of supervising "Pop Goes the Weasel" and doling out cake to a bunch of six year olds? Katie and I can handle it – believe me, we're doing you a favor." Before she left, she added, "Don't expect us back this evening – your sister drafted us to help clean up afterwards, so we're going to spend the night." Then they were off.

I settled down to what looked like a quiet Sunday night – maybe a frozen dinner followed by reading. On the other hand, I had an urge for over-the-top action flicks. It was tough to decide.

At six o'clock on the dot the doorbell rang. When I answered it, I saw a slim young woman with light brown hair, maybe eighteen or twenty years old, wearing a flaring skirt and a skin-tight top with a V-neck collar that emphasized lovely braless tits. She was carrying a boom box by the handle.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"I'm a friend of Katie's," she said.

Frankly, I was surprised. Other than Randi, I couldn't think of any friends that Katie had. It had been years since anyone other than Randi had visited Katie at our house. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sure Katie would be happy to find out that you stopped by, but I'm afraid . . ."

"I'll wait," she said, and brushed past me into the house.

I was dumbfounded, but I wanted to be as polite as possible. The last thing I wanted was to be rude to the first visitor that Katie'd had in years. I closed the door and started to walk toward her to the dining room to explain that Katie wouldn't be back till tomorrow. But the door was barely closed when the doorbell rang again.

It was another girl, also about Katie's age. She was carrying what looked like Chinese take-away cartons. "Yes?" I asked.

"I'm here for the recital," she said simply, and walked past me into the house. She and the first girl evidently knew each other, because they immediately started chatting as soon as they saw each other.

Mystified, I was just closing the door for a second time when I saw another car parked in front of the house with two more girls getting out. This time I recognized one of them: the gorgeous little freckle-faced redhead who had made such a spectacle of herself at Madame Therese's dance studio, jumping into an older man's arms and humping up and down in a pantomime of sex in front of the rest of the dance class. Looking at the other girl with her, a tall blonde with long straight hair that came down almost a foot past her shoulders, I realized that she, too, came from the dance class.

Now I turned back into my house interior and realized that I had seen all four girls at Katie's dance school. They were dressed in similar, almost matching wraparound skirts and leotard tops, the same sort of outfit that they commonly wore to Madame Therese's dance classes. The leotards typically stayed on during class, while the skirts were easily doffed during the class sessions and could easily be put back on before going home. Katie herself had worn the same sort of outfit for years when we dropped her off for dance class – until, that is, her tits started developing and her shyness overwhelmed her and she began wearing army tents as clothing.

The two new girls walked up to the door and the freckly little redhead, hardly more than five feet tall, introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Bree," she said, putting on a lilting, coquettish, little girl voice. She lowered her face and smiled upward into my eyes in a pseudo-innocent yet knowing manner as she added, "Are you my new Daddy?"

Her "I'm-so-innocent-and-bashful" act was amazing. Amazingly erotic, that is. I can honestly say that those few words from her mouth actually made my loins ache. My eyes widened and my cock immediately began to swell. Completely at a loss for words, I silently stood aside and gestured with my arm welcoming them in.

They immediately got to work setting up . . . whatever the hell it was they were planning to do. Working in pairs, they went throughout the adjoining living and dining rooms, moving the dining room table and chairs against the wall, then doing the same to the easy chair, the TV, the coffee table and the couch. Within a couple of minutes they had turned the two rooms, connected by a doorless entryway, into a relatively large open space with all the furniture pushed against the walls.

While they worked, I had a chance to look them over. Bree, the curly-haired redhead, was the smallest of the group, but only by a bit. She and another girl, a dark haired beauty whom I later learned was named Michelle, both had extremely petite builds. They were slim, barely over five feet tall, with small breasts and so light on their feet they looked as if you could lift either of them with one hand – the perfect build for certain dance movements where a male partner might lift the female dancer in the air, or support her while she performs certain movements.

The other girls were equally svelte, but much taller. The blonde, Petra, was tall with breathtakingly long legs and much more substantial breasts than the other girls, maybe a D-cup. Her extraordinarily long straight blonde hair framed a slim, light complexioned face with sharp, yet delicate features. The fourth girl, Sarah, a brunette, had medium sized breasts and one of those asses that are so round and stood out from her back so prominently that it was almost impossible to take your eyes off her as soon as she turned her back – if it weren't, that is, for the fact that in this situation she was surrounded by other, equally beautiful eighteen year old girls.

"May I ask what you young ladies are doing here?" I asked while they rearranged the furniture.

"Your wife had a talk with Madame Therese," Petra said. "She said you had doubts about whether to put your daughter Katie in the advanced adult dance class."

"We've taken dance classes with Katie for the last few years, up until we graduated to Madame Therese's special class," Michelle added as she lifted a table lamp and carefully moved it to the other room. "I know that Katie doesn't socialize much, but all us other students in the class do like her. We think it'd be cool if she joined us in the advanced class."

Then Bree spoke up. "The four of us talked it over. We thought maybe if you saw the sort of stuff we're working on, you'd decide that Katie should go into the advanced work."

What they were saying only partly made sense. A few hours after my meeting with Madame Therese – after, that is, I had driven home like a maniac from her studio and had rid myself of my blue balls by fucking the hell out of my wife right in front of our daughter – I ended up telling my wife all about Madame Therese's "advanced" class of eighteen year old dance students who traded off going home with each others' fathers each week.

It's true that I had some misgivings about signing Katie up for the class. On the one hand, the thought of fucking a different beautiful, barely legal teen each week was so incredible that just thinking about it gave me a hard-on. On the other hand, Katie was a virgin, and despite all the shenanigans that Elaine and I had been engaging in with her, I had promised Elaine that I would not fuck our daughter. Yet I was damned if I would hand my daughter over to a cadre of other men to take her cherry, even if, in exchange, I would get to fuck each of their daughters week after week.

Now, it seemed, these girls were under the impression that I was morally opposed to having Katie join the class. Apparently, my wife Elaine had talked to the dance instructor and told her that I needed to be "convinced" to let Katie join this group of dancing nymphets. I realized that it was far from a coincidence that Elaine and Katie happened to be out of the house for the whole evening on the night that these girls came over to demonstrate their dance skills.

This was going to be an interesting evening.

One of the girls connected an iPad to the boom box and started up what was clearly a playlist that the girls had worked out beforehand. I recognized an unusual piece of music, an excerpt from John Adams' opera "Nixon in China", a truly weird and brilliant piece of modern music.

One of the interesting things about raising kids is the odd way that one choice affects kids in unexpected ways. Take music, for example. If you give a kid violin lessons, the kid will naturally gravitate toward liking classical music. If you give him a sax or a trumpet, the next thing you know he'll start listening to big band music or jazz. And we all know what happens if you give a kid an electric guitar: you'll be subjected to listening to "Smoke on the Water" for the next ten years.

Sending Katie to dance class all those years ago had a broad effect on the music we heard around the house. When she studied ballet, the music that wafted down the hall from her room was all classical. When she moved on to popular dance, we heard salsa and bebop coming from her stereo. And when she studied modern dance, we learned about modern classical music – including John Adams' atonal, nearly rhythm-free post-post-post-modern musical creations. It took some getting used to, but after awhile I kinda got to like it, though I never did figure out how Madame Therese taught anyone to dance to it.

Yet here they were. The girls directed me to a spot in the middle of the couch with a view of both the living and dining room areas, then positioned themselves in different corners of the room in various poses. Gradually, as the herky-jerky discordant tones of the opera filled the room, they unfurled themselves from their positions at the periphery and moved toward the center. While Madame Mao sang her aria about ruling China, then Nixon sang about the evening news, the four dancers came together at last, sometimes moving separately, sometimes together in a complex movement that was mesmerizing to watch.

As I became immersed in the performance, I forgot all about the kinky aspects of Madame Therese's advanced class for sexually promiscuous, barely adult female dancers and their horny fathers. These girls were more than good dancers – their performance was totally engrossing and worthy of a professional stage. And Madame Therese was one hell of a choreographer. Within a few minutes, I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat, my eyes going from one girl to the other watching the intricate, beautifully executed choreography. The girls were just as strikingly beautiful as the moment when they had pranced in my door, but now I saw a dedication to art that took my breath away.

After the piece ended I couldn't help but stand and applaud. The girls beamed at me, seeing my appreciation of the hard work they'd put into the piece. Then, while I was still standing, the tall leggy blonde, Petra, took my hand and led me to the center of the room.

"This is the audience participation portion of the performance," she said as a salsa piece started playing. I guessed that either Elaine or Katie had passed the word that I enjoyed dancing on occasion, and that my favorite dance music was swing and salsa.

Within seconds, Petra and I were in the middle of the room dancing together while the two petite girls, Bree and Michelle, paired off and danced similar steps beside us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the remaining girl, Sarah, went about the room repositioning table lamps and softening the lighting so that it was more appropriate for an evening of dance.

Petra was an amazing dance partner, one of the most responsive I've ever danced with. She read subtle cues in my movements and was able to answer to my shifts the instant that I started them. Her long straight blonde hair flew around her like a golden aura while we danced, often falling around her front and drawing attention to gorgeous large breasts that jiggled with each swaying movement.

After a minute or two of our getting musically acquainted, Bree cut in, and I was treated to the smaller red-haired girl's more aggressive, vibrant style. She was so small that she knew it was easy for men to move her about on the dance floor, and so she flung herself into the role, encouraging me to swing her about much more athletically.

The music shifted from salsa to swing and from there to bebop. Despite the fact that swing dancing is meant to be done with only one dancer and his partner, by this time, the four girls and I – thanks, I admit, to their skill more than mine as dancers – had developed an open dancing rhythm where I danced with one, then another, then another almost seamlessly. Sometimes we held each other closely while we twirled, while other times I swung the girls in the sort of wild jitterbug moves that were so crazy I thought sometimes that my beautiful young partners would fly off into space if I let go. Injected into the excitement of the dance itself was the physical closeness of the beautiful young, available girls and the promise that this wonderful dancing was only the prelude.

I was incredibly horny and getting hornier by the minute, and yet I didn't feel the urge to hurry things. I knew exactly where everything was going – that I was going to fuck each of these beautiful creatures before the night was over – but I was thoroughly enjoying the pure act of dancing with such wonderful and enticing dancers. Dancing with a woman is itself a sexual tease, I thought to myself, and this was the best dance and the best tease I had ever experienced.

At one point, while we were dancing very close together, Petra whispered in my ear, "Your belt buckle is chafing against me. Why don't you take off your pants, Daddy?" She licked my ear lobe for emphasis.

I pulled my face back to look in her eyes and saw that she had a bright-eyed smile. We paused for a moment while the music swirled around us, and she reached between my legs to undo my belt and zipper. In a moment, I felt other hands on my waist and then several hands pulled my pants off. When I stepped out of them, one of the girls picked up my rumpled pants off the floor and threw them across the room onto the table.

"Ooh! You ARE a big Daddy, aren't you?" cooed Sarah, standing beside me. "Madame Therese said we'd be happy with you joining the class. Now I see what she meant!"

The dancing entered a new phase. The girls kept their skirts on, but stripped off their panties and their leotard tops, leaving their delicious young breasts for me to touch and brush against while we danced. Yet at the same time the wraparound skirts still twirled and flounced with their dance moves.

The Andrews Sisters classic "Beat Me Daddy, Eight to the Bar" came on. All four eighteen year old girls danced topless while I danced bottomless, my increasingly hard dick swinging (rather uncomfortably, to be honest) in all directions while we danced. When my body came together with each girl, she rubbed herself more against me, while I took the opportunity to briefly caress their soft tits whenever our bodies converged during our dance steps. Each girl took the chance to stroke my cock briefly every few dance moves.

Then Bree joined me again. With her more athletic style, she decided to pull the jitterbug move in which she jumped in my arms to the rhythm of the music. She threw her legs around my torso. Her skirt flew up with the rapidity of her movement, so that my hard-on rested against the bottom of her ass. I could feel that she wore no panties.

Normally in jitterbugging, a move like that would only last for an instant and the dancers would transition to another dance move from there. But Bree continued to hold that position in my arms, bouncing up and down so that her delectable bare ass met my cock over and over in time with the music. The feel of her perfect soft ass brushing against my cock felt like an electrical spark jumping between our bodies over and over with each rise and fall of her ass touching me. Each time her ass touched my cock was better than the last. Her small tits rubbed against me over and over. Bree's bright red hair flew in all directions so that it formed a fiery haze through which I could see the rest of the room and the other girls clapping and dancing in time with the music and Bree's gyrations. And when the Andrews Sisters' musical chorus came up, Bree chimed in with her own variation: "Fuck me, Daddy – Eight to the bar!"

I took that as my cue to move to the next step. Still supporting her with one hand, I reached under her with my other hand and started awkwardly guiding my cock into her pussy. I was aided by an extra pair of hands that suddenly intervened while a voice whispered in my ear, "Let me help you with that, Daddy."

My cock entered heaven. Bree was tight but already wet, and within a couple of seconds she was bouncing on my dick in time with the rapid beat of the boogie woogie.

"Oh Yeah!" she screamed. "Fuck me Daddy!"

My fantasy had come true. A few days earlier, I had watched this same crazy freckle-faced little vixen with the lion's mane of curly red hair bouncing up and down in the arms of another girl's father, squealing and laughing while she flaunted her sexuality to a roomful of fellow teenage girls and their fathers. Seeing her wanton sexual display, I had wanted to take that man's place and fuck her standing up while a harem of young girls watched.

Now it was happening and it was even better than I had dreamt. Bree was incredibly tight. She had perfect control not only of the limbs she used in dancing, but also of the muscles of her thighs, abdomen and vagina. It enabled her to twerk her tiny, toned body relentlessly up and down on my cock, sometimes corkscrewing her hips and tightening her muscles so that I felt as if there was a traveling pulse up and down my shaft. Meanwhile, her friends stroked my ass and snaked their hands up my shirt to caress my chest while I lifted Bree's limber body up and down on my pole, over and over and over.

"I'm next!" cried Michelle.

"Fuck me too, Daddy!" said Sarah.

"Big dick Daddy!" cried Petra. "Fuck us all!"

The music shifted to a pounding, relentless trance beat. Bree was tireless and insatiable. Inside that compact dancer's body was some sort of unquenchable fiery lust reflected in her fiery red hair. My spine arched back as I held Bree up by her soft round ass and repeatedly thrust upward, banging her as hard as I could. I roared out an inarticulate bellow reflecting my happiness and pride at publicly fucking this incredible bundle of raw sexuality. Meanwhile Bree kept up the seemingly impossible act of fucking me in time with the rapid tempo of the music and simultaneously twisting her pelvis in synch with the song – she was dancing on my pole! Dancing!

"Sweet Jesus, Daddy – Fuck me forever!" she screamed. "Your cock is so big! I LOVE BIG COCKS!"

Standing there with my feet braced apart in my living room with a beautiful, sexy girl's ass in my hands, with her happily humping up and down, up and down non-stop on my cock and tittering and squealing for more at the top of her lungs, gave me one of the most incredible rushes I'd ever felt. I especially loved the fact that I was exhibiting myself sexually to three other horny dancers who surrounded us and cheered us on. While Bree and I fucked, the other beautiful, sexy teens danced around us in happy tribute to my cock, a pagan, orgiastic ritual of fertile teenage desire for my big dick. All of them were begging to be fucked by me. Soon it would be their turn. Tonight, I thought to myself as I stood before them and pumped my cock into their nympho fucktoy friend before their eyes, I would fuck them all and they would worship my cock together.It seemed as if the whole universe centered on my cock buried in this sweet tight twat, on me standing on this one spot thrusting upward over and over, and on the long curly red hair that flew up and down with every thrust of my shaft. The impossibly limber little minx's soft ass bounced up and down in my hands and on my pole. Suspended in my arms, her pliable little body was simultaneously completely under my control as a tool of my pleasure and yet was a red hot dynamo beyond any control at all. Her need for cock seemed as insatiable as my lust for her incredible, tight little body.

Suddenly Bree's sexy body seemed to spasm out of control, moving faster, bouncing higher. She began growling inarticulately and scratching at my neck like an animal while she thrust her small tits into my mouth. "Guhh! Guhh! Don't stop! Cum cum cum! Oh God I'm cumming don't stop!"

The intense sensation of what she was doing to my dick finally became too much for me. Much as I desperately wanted to hold on, I couldn't control myself any more. I thrust upward again and again into her tight pussy, shooting sperm, rearing my head backward and roaring my orgasmic pleasure to the heavens in a release that felt as if I were aiming my sperm in a rocket ship into space. My triumphant scream filled the room.

Bree felt my sperm hitting the walls of her vagina and screamed, "Yes Daddy! Fill me with cum! Take your little slut! I love Daddy cum! Daddy cum feels so good! Daddy cock Daddy cock Daddy cock!"

Finally, with a spasm that seemed to make her spine bend backward, Bree rose and fell one last, monumental time and went almost completely limp in my arms – except for her fantastic ass, which kept twitching on my cock spasmodically by reflex for almost a full minute even though Bree seemed almost unconscious. Yet even unconscious she was still a formidable fuck machine.

The music went on but Bree was spent. I moved toward the couch and carefully, gently, lay her down on the cushion, where she curled up in a fetal position holding a pillow to her chest, sobbing with release. Though nearly senseless, she nevertheless gave a quiet, high-pitched keen of disappointment the moment that my cock left her pussy.

It was amazing to see the nearly instantaneous change in her from fiery wildcat to sleepy sex kitten. The intensity of her orgasm seemed to have drained her completely. How was it possible that the unstoppable, insatiable little hellcat of only a few minutes ago could be transformed into a docile, sleepy girl? The answer seemed to be that she had poured every ounce of intensity first into her dance performance, and then into her sexual need. Now, having satisfied both, there was no energy left. She was exhausted.

I put her head on the pillow and kissed her softly on the lips. As I did so my eyes focused on the little red freckles on her cheeks and forehead that complemented her bright red hair and her fair skin. It made her look more delicate, even childlike, despite the intense sexuality that she'd displayed only moments earlier. At that sight I felt a wave of loving and protective tenderness toward her that only moments before would have seemed the last thing on my mind. I stroked her cheek, overwhelmed with the conflicting urges that I'd experienced in so short a time. I started to stand and turn away, but Bree whimpered, "Please Daddy! Can I suck?"

Jesus! She just didn't stop, did she?

"Of course you can, sweetheart," I said. I knelt beside her head and brought my cock, which by this time was deflating, to her lips. With her eyes closed she tenderly held it to her mouth and licked the last of my cum and hers from my cock head, then slurped it deep into her mouth. I cradled my hand on the base of her neck, pulling her head in and out gently. She acquiesced in my directing her head and mouth. I began slowly fucking her face.

We both moaned and shook with exhaustion, release and lust as I fucked her warm, slurping wet mouth. In its own odd way I could say it was tender and relaxing, even though every nerve ending in my cock head was so energized that the tip of my dick was almost on fire. Even with the lessened intensity of my pumping in and out of her mouth slowly, her tongue was maddeningly intoxicating, given that I had that hypersensitivity that comes after a male orgasm. Despite that exquisite, almost painful over-sensitivity, I encouraged her to her suck my cock like a pacifier, drawing her lovely, delicately freckled face, now so submissive, sleepy and passive in contrast to the fierce sexuality of before, in and out on my dick.

Even though I had just cum, her tender, needy sucking brought my dick back to life. Her eyes still closed, Bree whimpered gratefully as she suckled and slurped on my cock and felt it grow and harden in her mouth. She was exhausted and needed the relief that only a Daddy could give: nice, thick Daddy cock in her mouth.

My thrusting sped up. My fingers buried themselves in the thick curls of her bright red hair as I gripped her skull. My eyes rolled back in my head and I trembled all over as I began to cum again, filling her compliant, sleepy mouth with my spunk. My fingernails dug into the back of her head. I panted through grit teeth. I forcefully pulled her loving, submissive wet mouth as deep onto my cock as I could and held it there as I shot my sperm into her mouth and down her throat. The trembling that had swept over my body now communicated itself to her and we shivered and spasmed in tandem with unbearable climactic intensity. She shook in orgasm and squealed a little despite the cock stuffed in her mouth, grateful to receive my seed.

Finally she drifted into sleep and I took my cock out of her mouth. She licked her lips dreamily, savoring the taste of my sperm and the memory of my cock between her lips. With her eyes still closed she murmured, "Thank you Daddy. Little Slut loves Daddy cock." Then her breathing became more even. She was asleep.

Had she really called herself "Little Slut"? Jesus!

I felt spent. I stood, caught my breath and looked around. The other girls were still topless, still wearing their skirts over their pantyless asses. They smiled at me with a mixture of approval and expectant lust. The tall blonde, Petra, bit her lower lip and used both hands to mash and caress her big D-cup tits as she looked pleadingly into my eyes. Another of the girls, Sarah, walked in from the kitchen holding a glass of water.

"Drink this, Daddy. Dancing leaves you dehydrated. And try this." She held out an open palm that contained a blue pill – it looked like Viagra. "It's gonna be a long night, and we're gonna fuck your brains out."Over the next several days, Katie became more and more open in displaying herself to me. She stopped wearing a bra around the house. Each outfit seemed to show off her chest, and the rest of her delectable little body, more than the last. On Monday, she had tight jeans and a t-shirt that was stretched out of shape by her huge boobs. Tuesday, she traded the jeans for a plaid skirt. On Wednesday, the t-shirt was shortened to a midriff-baring piece that ended just below her tits, hanging several inches away from her taut tummy. Thursday, the skirt gave way to Daisy Dukes cutoffs.

Her behavior loosened up, too. Still calling me Daddy, she seemed more dependent than I'd ever seen on getting my approval. "Do you like this outfit, Daddy?" she asked every day.

There was a spring in her step that I hadn't seen in years. That, combined with the increasingly skimpy outfits that she wore, meant that whenever she was in the room with me my eyes were glued to her body. Her lovely blonde hair. Her fantastic, bouncy huge tits on her slim dancer's body. Her taut, toned little waist. Her delectable, wide hips and her perfectly round ass thrusting out behind her. They were all in motion whenever she and I were in the same room, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She loved it. Loved having my eyes glued to her perfect little sexpot body. Often, using a flimsy excuse to get something from the kitchen, she pranced across the room, pirouetting as she went so that she could show off every part of herself to me. As she twirled, smiling happily in the knowledge that I was watching, her skirt flew in a circle around her, exposing her gorgeous dancer's legs and her tight ass -- all for me. All mine.

And the outfits! Sometimes she wore gauzy, see-through white blouses that showed off her kissable bra-less tits, while other times all she wore on top was a baby blue bikini top that tantalized as it alternately concealed and displayed her amazing 32F cleavage. Flouncy skirts one night alternated the next night with tight body-length leotards that showed every curve to me.

My favorite, though, was the worn-out old green nightie that she'd had for years. It had been through the washing machine so many times, and had been so worn out by her growing bust that it was completely sheer and stretched to the tearing point around the center of her breasts.

I loved the look of it, loved the way it reminded me of how my little girl had blossomed into a petite sexpot whose hormones had literally made her burst at the seams with sexy voluptuousness.

Katie especially loved wearing her sexy green nightie on nights that she and I watched TV together. For some reason, we both were fans of Gilligan's Island -- I guess the predictable, juvenile stupidity of the show appealed to both of us. On those nights, Katie usually liked to tie her blonde hair up in pigtails in the manner of the show's character Mary Ann while she snuggled with me on the couch.

Up until our recent self esteem campaign began, the Gilligan's Island nights had been a tame business. Katie used to sit at the opposite end of the couch from me, bundled up in her normal shapeless army surplus clothing with the extra covering of a blanket. Elaine, who had more normal adult tastes and claimed to believe watching Gilligan's Island actually lowered a person's IQ, usually retreated to the bedroom to read a book.

Now, though, Gilligan's Island time became a time for extended Daddy-Daughter foreplay. On Wednesday and Thursday nights, one of the cable channels had double features of two Gilligan's Island episodes back to back. Obedient, subservient little Katie, dressed in her short green nightie and pigtails, began by bringing me a cold glass of white wine, then she snuggled next to me on the couch under my extended right arm. She gently took my right hand by the wrist and placed my hand onto her breast, then snuggled deeper into the crook of my arm.

"Am I as pretty as the girls on Gilligan's Island?" she asked me one night.

"Sure you are, sweetie," I answered. I squeezed one of her fantastic breasts -- much more than could fit in my groping hand -- and went on, "Your pigtails are 'way cuter than Mary Ann's. And your breasts are so much bigger and softer than Ginger's!" I squeezed her ultra-sensitive tit for emphasis, and felt her shiver in response. "I like you better than both of them put together."

As the show continued, Katie sought out my hard cock and gently caressed me while my pants stayed on. While The Professor endeavored to make yet another improbable device out of coconuts and bamboo, my fingers teased Katie's nipple through the flimsy nightgown.

Katie's need for Daddy became more urgent. During the commercial, she sat up for a moment and unzipped my trousers and pulled them off, then settled back to lazily stroke my cock while we went back to watching the show. "Daddy," she murmured dreamily. "Daddy Daddy Daddycock. I love Daddycock."

Elaine chose that moment to walk through the room on her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Along the way, she glanced at the TV briefly to see Mr. and Mrs. Howell blathering about martinis and yachts, then looked over at her glassy-eyed daughter stroking her Daddy in a lust-fueled haze.

I chose that moment to tweak both Katie's nipples as a show for my wife. Katie squealed slightly and spasmed in a tiny orgasm. Elaine smirked at me in approval.

Then I heard a slight ripping sound. It was the green nightgown, finally giving way after years of being stretched to the tearing point by Katie's humongous boobs. My twisting Katie's nipples through the material had finally been the straw that broke the camel's back, creating a hole in the fabric right over the nipple.

"Oh, Daddy! My nightgown!"

Elaine paused as she was crossing the room and came over to the couch. "Sit up, sweetie," she said. "Let me take a look at it."

Katie dutifully sat up on the couch. Elaine knelt on the floor in front of us and examined the tear, hefting Katie's big tit with both her little hands as she did so. "Take a look, Daddy. What do you think?" she asked.

"I'm so sorry this happened," I said to Katie as I bent down to look more closely. Elaine's and my fingers overlapped as we played with Katie's sensitive tits. "Does the tear in the material chafe at all?" I asked.

"No, I . . ." Katie didn't get to finish her sentence as I slipped my mouth over the nipple peeking through the tear in her sheer nightie. I felt one of Elaine's hands on the back of my head pushing my mouth onto our daughter's swollen nipple, while her other hand held Katie's luscious tit up to my lips.

"Daddy, the fabric!" Katie moaned as she weakly gave in to my sucking. "It might tear more . . ." she complained, even as I heard the sound of more threads ripping. The hole was widening.

Elaine stood up. "Daddy will take care of you," she said soothingly. I felt, rather than saw, Elaine take her daughter's trembling hand and place it on the back of my head. Then I heard Elaine's footsteps leaving the room. "Enjoy your TV show," she said, then crossed the room and sat in an easy chair to watch us.

I looked up from sucking my daughter's breast to glance at her face. Katie was staring ahead blankly at the Gilligan's Island rerun. Her hand on the back of my head, then her whole upper torso, began shivering with pleasure. Her fingers curled into claws, clutching my hair and pulling me into her breast. She began sighing and mewling. Then when I brought my hand up to her other breast and started tweaking her other nipple, she began spasming in earnest.

I have never seen a woman with more sensitive breasts in my life. Katie's propensity for cumming just from breast play was astounding -- and astoundingly erotic. "Daddy, my tits," she moaned. "Oh Daddy, my tits! Kiss my big tits! Suck my nipples! Suck me! Suck me! Oh, Daddy, I'm cu--cu--cumming!"

While still keeping my lips on Katie's delicious tits, I managed to turn my head enough to look at Elaine. She was leaning back in the armchair, her hair disheveled and her eyes bright with lust. One leg was hooked over an arm of the chair, exposing her panty-less crotch, which she was diddling as she watched us. Giggling with pleasure, she urged us on: "Kiss her, Daddy! Kiss your daughter's big tits! Suck your daughter's jugs!"

My daughter was in the throes of a non-stop orgasm that lasted for several minutes. As she gripped my head and pulled me harder onto her soft pillows, I could hear the cloth ripping and the hole widening. I sucked harder on her tits and little Katie -- voluptuous little Katie, oversexed busty little Katie, devoted, obedient, horny little Katie -- began shrieking in ecstasy. From the other side of the room, I could hear my wife laughing with vicarious pleasure, coupled with a faint squishing sound as Elaine played with her clit.

The Professor and Mary Ann blathered on in the background while Katie shivered, clutching my head to her nipple. When I brought my hand down to her pussy, slipped my finger into her vagina and gently flicked her clitoris, she began bucking uncontrollably. "Daddy! Daddy!" she screamed. "You're everything I want! Fuck me, Daddy! Oh please fuck me!"

There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to sink my cock into her virgin pussy. But I remembered the promise I had made to her mother -- no fucking. It was extraordinary -- unbelievable, really -- that Elaine was okay with the fact that I was seducing our daughter right in front of her night after night. Playing with her big, sensitive tits. Teaching her how to suck Daddy cock before bed. Turning our innocent virgin daughter into my personal sexual plaything. Hard as I found it to resist taking that final step of fucking her, though, I had to respect the one rule that Elaine had asked for. I didn't want to ruin the most amazing, sexualized situation I had ever imagined.

Finally I began to slack off on my sucking action. Katie, who by this time was slumped back, slack-jawed, on the couch in an orgasmic daze, slowly came back to awareness of her surroundings.

She gazed at me in amazed devotion. One of her big tits was poking halfway through a hole in her thin green nightgown in an obscene and breathtakingly erotic display of horny disheveled sexiness. "Daddy!" she gasped. "Daddy! Daddy!" Then she saw my erection and lunged for it, engulfing my cock with her lips. She knelt on the couch cushions with my cock impaling her mouth.

I grabbed her pigtails, one in each hand, and began thrusting upward into her mouth. I looked alternately at her beautiful young body slavishly worshiping my cock, and across the room at my smiling, horny wife, who grinned and giggled as she masturbated.

"Suck your Daddy!" Elaine urged. "Drink your Daddy's sperm!" Elaine shivered through an orgasm and then, more glassy-eyed but still, somehow, with that evil, predatory expression, said, "Daddy's cock is so fucking, fucking good, isn't it, baby? Isn't his cum delicious?"

Katie was only able to gurgle in reply. The sound of her gagging happily on my rod -- "Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!!" -- filled the room. She surrendered control of her soft lips and her beautiful face, and I fucked her mouth so rapidly that her head became a blur as it bobbed helplessly on my cock. Still holding one hand on the back of her head to keep her obedient mouth under my total control, I reached down and tweaked her nipples again through the torn fabric. As she shivered in yet another nipple-induced orgasm, I came in her wet, submissive cocksucking mouth.

She swallowed it all. All her Daddy's love. What a good girl.

A few minutes later, Gilligan's Island ended and Katie staggered into her bedroom, dazed from so many orgasms and yet still unbearably horny -- unsated, unfucked. I turned off the TV and reached my arm out to my wife.

When we entered our bedroom a few moments later, Elaine immediately lay face down with her upper torso on the bed while her legs were bent over the side, presenting her ass to me. Her tits, big by any standards except when compared to our daughter's, were squashed by the mattress and protruded sexily on either side of her torso.

She turned her head backwards toward me and smiled. "Hi, Daddy!" she chirped. Her happy smile was totally at odds with the rest of the tableau that she presented. She continued as if she hadn't personally witnessed Katie and me going at it in front of the TV, "How was Gilligan's Island? Wanna fuck?"

I didn't waste any time. At moments like these, I knew, Elaine didn't need any foreplay -- she had already been masturbating furiously for almost an hour, and was ready to explode with her need for my cock. And as for myself, despite cumming only a few minutes before, I was still desperate to bury my cock in a warm, wet hole.

I plunged in.

"Yeah, Daddy!" she screamed, obviously with the full intent that our daughter heard her cries. "Fuck me, Daddy! Sink your cock into me all the way! Fuck your daughter! Fuck your little girl!"

I got into the roleplay, and yelled louder to ensure that Katie heard me in the next room. "You have to fuck me, Katie!" I screamed. "Your pussy is mine! Your big tits belong to Daddy! Your body belongs to Daddy!" I pounded harder into my wife's tight pussy, making sure that the bed banged against the wall that separated us from Katie's room.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. The bed banged against the wall.

"Fuck me!" Another bang against the wall.

"Fuck me more! Fuck me forever!"

At this point, a high pitched, keening wail sounded from the other side of the wall. Elaine, still on her stomach on the bed, turned her head around and grinned at me. I swear, that grin of hers seemed to come from the Devil himself.

"You're an evil bitch," I said mildly, whispering so that the sound wouldn't carry into Katie's bedroom. I smacked her lightly on her soft round ass in a mock display of chastisement. "You're deliberately trying to drive her crazy, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," she said. "Don't you love it? Now come on and fuck me like you mean it, Daddy."

I did what she demanded. Elaine and I fucked non-stop for the next half hour. The whole time, Elaine repeatedly screamed out for Daddy, called for me to fuck my daughter, pleaded with me to take possession of our virgin daughter's pussy. The more twisted and perverted her cries became, the harder I got and the harder I slammed into her tight cunt. The bed banged against the wall so hard and so often that part of me thought it might break through the sheetrock. Meanwhile, from the other side of the wall, Katie's loud moans and pleas for Daddy became louder and more urgent.

When I finally came, I felt like it was an explosion in my head that was directed at the wall separating me from my busty daughter. I collapsed onto the bed beside my wife, who immediately sat up and started cleaning my cock with her mouth.

"Good job, Daddy," she cooed as she licked the length of my shaft. "You're really doing wonders taking care of your girls. My self esteem is going through the roof!"

The next day I came home from work to find that Katie had dressed again in her dancer's leotard top, together with a pair of hip-hugging jeans that accentuated both the tininess of her waist and the swell of her hips, while also fitting so tightly to her round ass that it took my breath away.

"You look delicious, sweetie," I said to my daughter. "Good enough to eat." "Thanks, Daddy."

"Are you wearing a bra?"

She put her hands together behind her back and looked down at the floor sheepishly. "I left it off again today, Daddy. Isn't that how you like it?"

"I love you this way." I held out my hands and cupped both her tits, hefting them from below. They overflowed my hands and I thought to myself, yet again, how incredible it was that my daughter's petite body and mouthwatering 32F tits were at my beck and call. "Come to Daddy, sweetie."

She stepped forward, still clasping her hands behind her back, and thrust her tits out for me. "Your breasts are so beautiful," I said. "Shake them for your Daddy, sweetheart. Show me how pretty you are."

"Yes, Daddy." She stood in front of me and shook her torso from side to side, making her boobs sway in a mesmerizing pattern. Then she bounced slightly on her heels, adding a fantastic jiggle to the amazing display. At first, she met my gaze while she shook for me, but as my eyes fixated on her fantastic tits, she looked down at the ground in embarrassment. But then, after a few seconds, she began to smile, then giggle.

"Have you got a hardon, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"And I gave it to you?"

"It's all for you, sweetie. Every inch of it."

"Can I . . .?" she asked, but then without finishing the question or waiting for an answer she reached one hand to my crotch and brushed against the outline of my hard cock for just a moment. Then her shyness overwhelmed her and she turned and ran toward her room. I smiled for a moment as I watched her soft round ass bounce towards the door, but then I called her back.

"Katie! Why are you leaving?"

Katie's natural shyness came to the fore. "I'm . . . I don't know. . . ."

"Katie darling, what have we talked about regarding your self esteem issues? When you're self conscious, you have to face it. Now come back here, please."

"Yes, Daddy." She turned sheepishly and, hands clasped behind her back, returned to stand in front of me, her eyes cast downward toward the ground.

"Look up at me, darling," I said.

Katie apparently took my instruction in a strangely literal fashion, because she responded by kneeling on the floor at my feet so that she could better look upward into my face. "Is this what you want, Daddy?" she asked sweetly. She brought her hands up and began stroking my thighs.

"Yes, I guess it is," I said, smiling. At this point, it seemed, she was beginning to know her self esteem lessons better than I did. I started unzipping my pants. My pants dropped to the ground. I put my hand gently on the back of my daughter's neck and gently said as I pulled her face into my crotch, "Suck Daddy's cock, sweetheart."

Submissive little Katie obediently began sucking me. At moments like these, her shyness and demure qualities seemed outrageously at odds with her voluptuous little teenaged body and her growing cocksucking skills. She was completely mine at that moment, looking up into my eyes for direction and approval. Her humongous tits, her unbelievable curves and perhaps most of all her lovely, devoted young face made me so hard that I felt my cock would burst. Her cocksucking mouth ranged all over my pole, slathering saliva along the side of the shaft one moment, then sliding back to the tip and plunging down, swallowing me almost to the root, all the while never once breaking worshipful eye contact with me.

"That's much better, sweetheart," I said, thrusting in and out of her willing mouth. "I see your self esteem and your self confidence are improving every time we practice." I put both hands on either side of her head and buried my fingers in her blonde hair, gently guiding her as I face fucked her. "Keep practicing," I said, smiling into her devoted eyes. I thrust deeper, pulling her face into my cock and impaling her mouth on Daddy. "Practice make perfect." I timed my thrusts to coincide with my verbal urging: "Practice!" Thrust. "Practice!" Thrust. "Practice!"

Katie began gagging and gurgling as I thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gave herself over to orgasmic submission to her Daddy's cock. "Keep practicing! Practicing! Practicing! Oh, yeah, Katie, your self esteem is getting better and better!"

"Addy!" she gurgled, worshipfully trying to call my name despite the cock in her mouth.

Within a few minutes, I came, coating her wet young throat with her Daddy's seed. Katie pulled her head back, disgorging my long cock from her throat, then reverently kissed the tip before licking her lips. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "Your cum tastes so good. You're so good to your little girl." She kissed the tip again in a gesture of love and submission, then rubbed my still-hard but gradually softening cock all over her tits and then her face. She smiled joyfully as she brought my cockhead to her nostrils and took a deep sniff of my cum. "I love your smell, Daddy," she said, kissing and slurping on my cock in post-orgasmic affection. A couple of hours later, dinner was over and the dishes were cleared, and Katie and I settled in for one of our Gilligan's Island bouts. Katie had changed by that time into her worn-out green nightie, which thanks to last night's breast play now had a large tear that allowed one of her delectable nipples and half a breast to poke through the stressed-out, sheer fabric. Meanwhile, her other huge tit strained against the green cotton as if it, too, were trying to escape its confinement.Katie blushed when I looked at her in the disheveled nightie, self-conscious about what to her was a ruined nightgown. But to me, the effect of having one breast poking through the torn cloth was unbelievably sexy. It gave her a just-fucked look that went perfectly with her shy, innocent, obedient demeanor.

"I love your nightie, darling," I said.

"Oh, but Daddy, it's all torn up."

I placed one hand on her hip at the place where her tight waist flared out to her hourglass hips. My other hand shamelessly grabbed her bare exposed tit and pulled her to me, her big soft tits leading the way.

"I think it's perfect," I said, and as I slurped her nipple into my mouth I felt her shiver in another of her breast-induced orgasms. "It's fucking perfect."

The TV started playing the Gilligan's Island theme song, and Katie nestled into my arms on the couch. Each time we played together she became bolder, and this time, her hand immediately went to my crotch to undo my pants and pull out my hard cock. After she had pulled off my pants and settled into cock stroking, she sighed with contentment. Meanwhile, my hand found her bare breast and I began gently caressing her.

On the screen, Gilligan and the Skipper got into another of their arguments, and the Skipper began chasing Gilligan through the Hollywood sound stage jungle setting.

"I dreamt about Gilligan's Island last night, Daddy," said Katie.

"Oh, really?"

"In the dream, you were the Professor, I think, though it was kind of jumbled up -- you know how dreams are. Sometimes you were the Professor and other times you were just yourself."

"And who were you?"

"I was Mary Ann -- sort of. That was jumbled up, too. I was sort of Mary Ann and sort of Ginger, and sometimes I was just myself. But mostly I was Mary Ann."

"And what happened?"

"We were trying to get off the island and you were doing a great job -- something about coconuts and the transistor radio or something -- and I was helping you. And then you were so good and so heroic that I gave you a big kiss and you kissed me back." She bent down at that point and kissed the tip of my cock reverently, then went back to gazing distractedly at the TV show as she continued to stroke my pole and talk about her dream.

"It was such a good dream! In the dream, I stayed with you in your grass hut and I helped you, and every time I helped you, you kissed me some more." She bent over and licked and slurped the head of my cock for just a moment before continuing. She slid down on the couch so that her face was level with my cock and, still gazing at the TV, began licking my hard cock like a delicious popsicle as she spoke. "We were kissing and kissing and kissing," she said, and the sounds of her slurping merged with the inane dialog on the television. My hand slid down her body and settled at her ass, and after caressing her soft, round ass, my finger probed further and I began fingering her clit.

Katie gasped and spasmed as my finger probed her pussy deeper.

"What happened after that?" I asked, pretending to ignore her mini-orgasm. I started finger fucking her and her delectable rump started humping involuntarily in synch with my hand movements.

"We kissed" -- slurp! -- "and we kissed!" -- slurp! -- "and we kissed! And we spent all day in the hut kissing! And I loved your cock so much, and I worshiped your cock, and I called you the best Daddy in the world! And then you know what happened?"

"What?"

"Then you gave me the best gift you could ever give me!"

"What was that?" I asked, smiling. The squishing sounds of my finger fucking competed with Katie's slurps on Daddy's popsicle. "Did I get us off the island?"

Katie sat up abruptly and turned, looking me in the eye. "No, silly!" she said. She swung around and sat on my lap, straddling and facing me, with her legs on either side of my hips. She reached down and held my hard pole with both hands. The effect, with both her arms reaching down to my crotch, was to push both her breasts together in an inviting platter of tit flesh just below my face. She began to pump my cock with both her hands, causing her big round tits to bounce before my eyes. "That was when you started to fuck me, Daddy!"

She continued, smiling happily as she pumped my cock for emphasis. "In my dream you fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. And we were the only people on the island and you never stopped fucking your little girl, Daddy. You kissed my big tits and you told me you loved me and you fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. When are you going to fuck me, Daddy? When are you going to fuck your virgin daughter?"

Her voice took on a pleading, little-girl tone while her huge tits continued to bounce in front of my face. Her hands were a blur as she pumped my rod. "Please, Daddy, oh please! Please fuck me, Daddy! You fuck Mommy all the time and I hear you call my name when you do it. You fuck my best friend Randi. You even fucked my classmates from dance class. When are you going to fuck me, too?"