Teaching Daughter Self Esteem part 4 by dannyboy111
Wednesday night was usually a quiet weekday, a day when, normally, both Elaine and I had no problem getting off of work on time. It was also a day when Katie seldom had anything crucial going on at school in the way of tests or big homework assignment due dates. So that was the night that Elaine and I chose to take Katie out to a quiet family dinner. The only rule, we said, was that Katie had to wear normal clothing: no burkas, no army surplus trench coats, no mountains of scarves triple-wrapped around her torso to make her look like a tragic casualty of the fashion wars. We weren't expecting her to dress in a bikini or anything - just a normal dress or jeans that didn't look like she was hidden underneath a parachute.
When I got home from work, I discovered that a minor glitch had already occurred. Elaine texted me that she had gotten stuck in a gigantic traffic jam that, she wrote, seemed to go on forever. We later learned that our obese Republican governor had deliberately sabotaged traffic patterns all over the city as a snarky payback to a political rival (our mayor) who had failed to endorse the governor's re-election campaign enthusiastically enough. Traffic was snarled up all over town.
Those of us who were the unwitting victims of this political maneuver had to make do as best we could. I texted Elaine that we'd simply meet her at the restaurant.
For some reason this minor change in plans seemed to have a major effect on Katie. With her intense shyness coupled with her breathtaking hourglass figure and incredibly prominent 32F tits, she was already nervous about going out in public and having people look at her. While I was changing from my business suit to something more casual, she entered our bedroom over and over to show off her outfit for the evening, trying to get me to agree to allow her to wear clothing that would hide her body from anyone who might glance at her and notice that she was female.
Again and again I vetoed her clothing choices. NORMAL clothing, I insisted: no oversized coats to be worn indoors, no hoodies covering her hair and face, no triple layers of sweaters to hide her torso. Eventually we settled on a plain skirt that went down to her knees, coupled with a ribbed sweater that would have looked nondescript on a normal girl, but which hugged her fantastic rack so tightly that it stretched the material around her big boobs. After some discussion, I insisted and she finally agreed not to wear a bra underneath the blouse. It would have ruined the lines of the torso-hugging blouse, I explained.
Our back-and-forth discussion over her clothing tripped into high gear when she heard that her mother wouldn't be coming.
"So what?" I asked. "She'll meet us at the restaurant. What's the difference?"
"People will stare at me," she said, looking self-consciously at the ground. "With Mom there, I don't know, I guess I figured they'd notice me less in a group of three people."
"No one will stare at you," I said, ignoring the fact that I, for one, could hardly take my eyes off of her incredible chest encased in the contour-hugging ribbed pullover blouse. "And even if they do, all they will be looking at is a pretty eighteen year old girl arriving for dinner at a family-style German restaurant. Will it help if we have the waiter put us in a booth near the back of the restaurant, where you can be away from most of the diners?"
She smiled with relief mixed with her continuing self-conscious fear of social interactions, and stepped up to hug me. With her big boobs mashing against my chest, my cock started to swell in my pants.
When she felt my growing hardon press against her, Katie felt reassured. She brought her hand around to my crotch and began stroking it lovingly. "Oh, Daddy," she said, sighing. "You always know how to make me feel better."
The ride to the restaurant turned out to be longer than expected. The governor's artificial traffic jam had spread like a cancer even to arteries far removed from the freeway off-ramps that he had originally sabotaged. It took us the better part of half an hour to travel what should have taken us only ten minutes by car. During that time, Katie became more and more nervous. She talked in increasingly worried tones about having the waiters and the customers stare at her. She even worried about having to talk to the waiter, as if ordering a meal off of a menu was a major social interaction that she might somehow flub. While the other drivers around us began beeping their horns in frustration when the traffic failed to move even after the light turned green, Katie turned in her seat toward me and begged me to turn around.
"Please, Daddy. Please let's go home. I hate wearing this outfit. I don't want to eat out. If we go home, we could curl up in front of the TV. Maybe I could suck your cock."
I had to admit that her last suggestion sounded pretty attractive, and it made my cock harden again.
"Please, Daddy?" She reached over and began stroking my cock through my pants.
"We're going to the restaurant, sweetie. That's final," I said.
"At least let me stroke you now," she pleaded. "Just to calm me down?"
I relented. To give herself more room to maneuver, Katie pushed the lever on the passenger seat and lowered the back all the way so that it was flat and leaning against the back seat. Then she knelt on the cushioned platform she had created and began unzipping my pants. When my cock was freed from my pants, she sighed with relief, finding comfort in the velvety texture of her Daddy's hard cock.
Outside the car, people were rolling down their windows and craning their heads out, trying in vain to find the center of the traffic jam. Katie bent over the space between the two front seats, slipped my cock between her lips, and began slurping leisurely on her beloved Daddy meat. By the cooing, mewling noises she was making, I could tell that her cocksucking was having a soothing effect on her.
I took my hand off the stick shift and settled it on the hair of her beautiful blonde head, stroking her in encouragement. "Good girl," I said softly. "Such a good Daddy's girl. Everything's fine with Daddy in your mouth, isn't it?"
"Mm hmm," she murmured dreamily, her mouth full of cock.
"Suck Daddy like a good girl," I said. Man, I hoped this fucking traffic jam lasted forever. I pushed her head deeper onto my cock, up and down, up and down, deeper with each loving bobbing motion of her head.
Then I reached over toward her ass so that I could pull up her skirt, revealing the panties that covered her perfect round ass. Katie scooted toward me slightly to give me better access to her ass, and I responded by slipping my finger past the hem of her panties and sticking my finger into her wet twat.
Katie spasmed in orgasm and lifted her head to look me in the eye. Her eyes looked glazed, as if she were drunk. A small bead of saliva had collected next to her smiling mouth. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, beaming as her head wobbled slightly in what seemed almost a sexual delirium brought on by cocksucking. Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked at me lovingly and gratefully. She smiled and jacked my cock a few times with her small soft hands. Then she dipped her head back into my crotch and resumed sucking me for comfort.
"You feel better when you suck Daddy, don't you, sweetheart?"
"Mm hmm," she murmured. The sound she made vibrated through my cock, giving me another jolt of pleasure.
While I stroked her bobbing head, I wondered idly whether my daughter was becoming a cocksucking addict. I decided to help the process along. "Suck Daddy," I encouraged her. "When you suck Daddy, you feel so much better, don't you? Suck Daddy every day." My finger pumped in and out of her twat, giving her repeated shivers of tiny orgasms.
Katie murmured dreamily in assent. She was lost in a haze of cocksucking pleasure.
Eventually, we made it to the German restaurant. I paused for a minute in the car to rearrange my pants and let my erection subside. Then the two of us entered the restaurant. It was an older building with dark wood paneling and low lighting. Each table had its own red candles that added to the intimate atmosphere.
The receptionist was fine, giving Katie and me only a small glance before leading us to our corner curved booth, which was, as I requested, in a more secluded corner of the restaurant. Despite not having been singled out, Katie still felt so self conscious that she insisted on gripping my hand as we walked past the other diners to our table. I asked the waiter to bring me a scotch on the rocks while we waited for Katie's mother to arrive. Katie ordered an iced tea.
Despite the fact that nothing was happening, poor Katie got more and more nervous about being in a public place where people might stare at her. To calm herself down, she sat next to me in the semicircular booth and rested her hand on my cock for reassurance.
The next five or ten minutes slipped by in a fog of pleasure. As I sat, sipping at my scotch, my buxom daughter curled up next to me, stroking my cock through the thin fabric of my pants, cooing softly about how much she loved me and how much it meant to her to touch my meat. "I love sucking you, Daddy, and I know someday you'll fuck me. You'll fuck me with the same cock that made me and you'll fill me with the same sperm that created me. I want you to fuck me so much. I dream about being penetrated by you every night. I want you to fill my womb with your delicious, fertile baby-making cum. Every time I touch your cock I think of how you used your wonderful cum to make me and how good it is at making babies. I want to be filled with the same baby juice that filled up my Mommy and created me. But in the meantime, until the day that you fuck your loving virgin daughter, you can cum in my mouth over and over and over. Your cum belongs in my mouth and in my pussy. I love your cock and I love your sperm and I love the taste of your cum in my mouth and I love you Daddy."
By this time I must have had a pretty silly grin on my face, with my busty daughter pressing her giant jugs into the side of my arm and whispering her lust in my ear while she stroked my rock hard cock. The waiter couldn't see Katie stroking me under the table, but he could see how close she snuggled up against me in the roomy booth. He could also see, I think, how her massive chest jiggled rhythmically while she stroked my aching cock.
My wife Elaine finally arrived. She was wearing a red blouse with deep cleavage. I recalled that when she'd left for work that day, she had a white camisole underneath the blouse to cover the decolletage of her 36DD tits. But now, it seemed, she had removed the camisole after leaving work so that her tits were more on display for our night on the town.
The expression that came over her face the moment she looked at me was priceless. She immediately took in the sight of me smiling blissfully with my scotch in one hand, and of Katie scrunched up against me, her big tits bouncing as she jacked me off under the table. Elaine leered at the sight, and I think I actually saw her shiver slightly in voyeuristic pleasure as she watched her daughter service Daddy in public.
"It looks like you two got started without me," she said, with an evil smile. "Sorry I'm late - but look who I brought with me!" At that moment, I saw Katie's best friend, Randi, walking toward us from behind a knot of people who had obscured my view.
Randi looked beautiful. In contrast to her normal attire, which rivaled Katie's for shapeless drabness, tonight Randi was dressed in normal clothing, consisting of a short skirt and an oversized t-shirt. The effect was to draw attention to her slim build, perfect legs and her budding tits under the loose t-shirt. Looking at her, I was surprised yet again at how her features perfectly melded the best of her Japanese and Irish backgrounds: she got her jet black hair, dark eyes, slim body and pale, almost alabaster skin from her Japanese mother, while she owed her curvy hips, round ass and her surprisingly large C-cup tits to her Irish father's lineage.
Randi slipped ahead of Elaine and, smiling shyly, claimed a spot next to me in the booth, and now I had both 18 year old girls on either side of me. Elaine didn't complain at all, and instead settled in across from us, so that we had the unusual situation of her on one side and the rest of us - me sandwiched between two gorgeous teenagers - scrunched together on the other side as if there were a shortage of room at the semi-circular booth.
The waiter dropped off some menus, took Elaine's order of a glass of red wine, then retreated to give us time to choose our meals.
"I love German food," said Elaine brightly, as she took her first sip of wine.
"I really don't know much about it," said Randi. Under the table, I felt her resting her hand on my lower thigh. She began tickling and stroking my leg, gradually making her way upward. "I'm afraid I don't read German. What's this one at the top of the page - 'Mein . . .?'" Her voice stuttered to a stop as she stumbled over the foreign words.
"It says 'My Father's Sausage,'" explained Elaine. "It's a stereotype of German food that they serve too much bratwurst, but it is true that a lot of German restaurants have their own house-made sausage that they pride themselves on. This one is labeled the speciality of the house, a recipe that was handed down by the restaurant owner's father and grandfather. I've had it several times."
When the waiter came back, both of the girls sitting next to me giggled. "I want My Father's Sausage," said Katie, smiling. She squeezed my cock under the table.
"I want it, too," said Randi. "I really want it." Randi's hand under the table exploring my pants leg finally reached my cock. When she discovered that her best friend, my daughter, already had her hand wrapped around my shaft, Randi bent forward so that she could catch my daughter's eye. Watching the waiter, I saw his expression as he noted the exchanged looks between the two girls.
Then I saw the waiter's eyes widen as they fixated on my daughter's chest. Her braless tits, displayed so prominently in the tight-ribbed pullover, started bouncing more as she and Randi began cooperating in jerking me off.
I leaned back in my seat and smiled up at the waiter, who looked at me in wonderment. I could see the expression on his face as he asked himself: is this guy in the booth really being jacked off by these two incredibly good looking, fuckable teens - one of them an impossibly big titted blonde and the other a sexy, curvy Scandinavian - while another gorgeous busty woman who looked like the guy's wife watched without objection?
I lifted my arms up and draped them over my two girls, drawing them closer to me. I was claiming these two nubile, horny teens as my property, and they were eager to be owned by me. My daughter and her bisexual girlfriend curled themselves into the crook of my arms as if they were settling happily into their station in life. I smiled greedily and sighed with pleasure, chuckling and almost laughing out loud as I leaned my head back against the booth's cushions. "You know what?" I said smiling into his perplexed and envious face, "I think I'm fine without a main course tonight. Can you simply bring me another scotch?"
After the waiter left it struck me that Katie's and Randi's behavior was drastically out of character - where were the shy teens whom I had known for years? I tried to put an optimistic face on it, though: "Honey, I'm so pleased that you're not acting self conscious here in the restaurant," I said.
Katie looked down at the table. For a moment it seemed that I had made a mistake, breaking the spell of the evening and risking a return to the painfully shy behavior that was the norm for both girls. But then Katie squeezed my cock and looked into my eyes. "It's different, Daddy, when you're here."
"But I'm with you a lot of the time when we go out."
"Not like this. When I hold you" - again she squeezed my cock to let me know exactly what "holding me" meant - "it's different. Holding you makes me feel safer. More self confident. I love you so much, Daddy." She beamed at me in adoration while she stroked my pole up and down. The more she stroked me, the more dreamy-eyed she got.
I turned to Randi. "And you. . .?" I asked.
Randi moved closer and put her mouth to my ear. With her lips so close to me that I could feel her breath on my ear, she whispered, "When I get nervous, I just think about putting your cock in my mouth and curling up around you so I can lick you all night long." She licked my ear lobe. "Thinking about your big hard cock makes me feel better." She thrust her tongue inside my ear for a moment, then added, "If I'm really, REALLY nervous, then I imagine you pushing your big adult cock into my tight little teenage pussy, and then I feel so, SO much better."
I normally do not like the idea of allowing children to play with their food at the table, especially in restaurants, but Elaine and I made an exception that night. By the time our main courses arrived, Katie and Randi had cooperated in unzipping my fly, then pulling my cock out of my pants. Each of them then spent the evening with one hand stroking my hard, exposed cock under the table. Meanwhile, they played shamelessly with "My Father's Sausages", putting the ends of the sausage in their mouths and playing with the delicious meat as if the sausages were dildos they were using to practice their cocksucking skills.
Elaine pulled out her phone and took a number of pictures of the girls. One showed the girls displaying their sucking skills, their cheeks hollowed out as they sucked the meat. Then in a sequence of photos, the girls faced toward me, showing their profiles to Elaine while, in one photo after another, My Father's Sausage went deeper and deeper into their upturned throats. In a third picture sequence, the two of them were bent forward in front of me, sharing a single My Father's Sausage by sucking either end, with me draping my arms around them and smiling behind them in the background. Meanwhile, each of them kept one hand apiece on my hard cock.
"This is great!" Elaine said, beaming. "What a memorable night out on the town!" She set the phone on video to catch the sight of the long ends of My Father's Sausages bouncing up and down as the girls giggled hornily. In the short video clip, the horny teenagers had their mouths stretched in mirthful sexy "O's" over the ends of the sausage, while their eyebrows shot upward with their eyes wide open, as if they were being surprised by the fat sausage thrust in their mouths and down their throats. When I viewed Elaine's short video, I was pleased to see that the video frame included each girl using their free hand (the other hand was on my cock) to cup and bounce their tits for the camera.
At one point, while the girls were giggling and I was relaxing in their sexy stroking, I heard a light clattering of metal hitting the hardwood floor of the restaurant.
"Oops!" said Elaine. "I dropped my fork. I'll just be a minute!" She ducked under the table, and a moment later I felt the tip of my cock enveloped by her warm, wet mouth. The girls' hands, in response, shifted from stroking my head to caressing my balls and shaft. I closed my eyes in bliss.
The waiter chose that moment to walk by. Actually, I had seen him hovering in the distance for some time, trying to think of an excuse to return to our table and get a close-up view of what we were up to. "How are you guys doing, here? Can I get you anything?" he asked. Then he looked at where Elaine had been sitting. "What happened to your companion?"
I opened my eyes and tried to concentrate. Both girls were snuggled up in my arms, their food forgotten for the moment while they serviced me. I looked at the waiter and smiled. "She dropped something," I explained. "She's looking for it under the table - I think she might be awhile." Suddenly, there was a sound of slurping and gagging from under the table, and I lurched forward in an automatic reaction to Elaine's blowjob, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth. "Ooh! Oh god! " I groaned. "I think she's found it! She found her Father's Sausage!"The waiter's mouth fell open and he stared at us.
Randi chose that moment to reach over with her free hand to grasp the tumbler that held my scotch. "Mr. J," she asked, using the nickname that she'd been calling me since she was a little girl, "would you like a sip of whiskey?" She held it up to my lips and gently poured some into my mouth so that I wouldn't have to take my arm off her shoulder.
"Thank you, sweetie. You're such a good girl," I said. After she put my drink back on the table, I turned my face toward her and kissed her deeply. Then I turned to the other side and kissed my daughter, thrusting my tongue into her delicious mouth. Katie shivered in my arms as my tongue thrust in and out like a cock in her mouth. "You're both such good girls," I said when I came up for air. My cock was as hard as an iron pole, and I was in a heavenly four-way of handjobs and blowjobs, making out with my daughter and her girlfriend while my wife sucked me under the table.
The waiter bent over as discreetly as he could to take quick look under the table. Then his face reddened and he stood up straighter. "You seem like you're doing fine," he said with a strong note of envy in his voice. "Another whiskey?"
"Yes, please."
Elaine deliberately made gagging sounds for the waiter's benefit, and I found myself so turned on by the sound of her cocksucking that I thrust myself again deeper into her throat. The waiter's eyes widened as he saw my body lurch forward into the willing mouth of the woman under the table. The waiter and I heard a loud popping sound under the table as Elaine's mouth let go of my cock, followed by a sound of giggling from under the table.
"I love My Father's Sausage," said the voice from under the table. She giggled some more, then added, "It's so - Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!" It was the unmistakable sound of Elaine deliberately interrupting herself and gagging herself on my cock.
When they heard my wife's laughter, the girls started giggling as well, and I hugged them closer to me, smiling possessively the whole time at the waiter. Elaine slurped loudly on my dick.
Katie turned to the waiter and, smiling, said, "The meal is delicious. I love My Daddy's Sausage."
"It's so long and thick!" added Randi.
"It feels so perfect in my mouth," said Katie.
"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!" gurgled my wife.
Katie giggled as if she were drunk and, as she looked the waiter in the eye, she pumped my cock vigorously for emphasis, making her braless 32F tits, so huge on her tiny frame, bounce wildly underneath her tight ribbed pullover blouse.
"You lucky bastard," the waiter whispered.
My girls began licking my neck. I smiled back at the waiter and nodded. Wordlessly, my smile was communicating to him, "Yes, they're mine. All three of them - all mine. They belong to me and my cock. They are all three servicing me and worshiping my dick while you stand here."
Elaine continued to suck me under the table. She stayed there for another ten minutes, loudly slurping and cooing, worshiping my hard cock in the low-lit darkness of the restaurant.
Despite the fact that we were in an isolated, darkened corner of the restaurant, it wasn't possible to completely escape notice. Our booth, tucked away at the back, was near the exit that led to the men's room. The result was that, one by one, men occasionally walked past going to and from the lavatory. In the beginning, the girls' actions were not that noticeable, with their hands hidden under the table. As they became bolder, and especially after they unzipped my pants and started playing directly with my bare erection, their arm and shoulder movements had the effect of making their breasts jiggle enticingly. Several men noticed Katie's big melons as they bounced up and down.
After the meals arrived, though, the girls' antics with the sausages were much more blatant. At first, they paused self-consciously when one of the male diners walked by on their way to the restroom. But after a while, they got caught up with the game of using their sausage/dildos as sex toys, and they didn't even notice the men who walked past, did a double-take, then a minute later made a second trip to the men's room. Within a half an hour there magically appeared a steady stream of men sauntering to and from the men's room, ogling my daughter's bouncing rack and staring open-mouthed at the three gorgeous women giggling over their meat toys.
When it finally came time to leave I announced, quite honestly, that I was not fit to drive. I'd had three scotches on an empty stomach, and there was no way I would have passed a roadside sobriety test.
Elaine, practical as always and yet with a demonic streak, suggested that Katie should drive me home. "Honey," she said, turning to me, "you should ride in the back seat and just relax, given how much you've had to drink. And Randi?" she said, turning toward our daughter's friend, "Would you mind riding in the back with him instead of going home in my car? He might need your help."
We stood up and walked toward the door. Elaine led the way as we made our way across the restaurant. I put my left arm around the waist of my buxom blonde daughter, while my right arm went around the waist of her exotic Japanese-American girlfriend. The other diners - all of the men and most of the women in the restaurant - turned their heads and watched as I promenaded through the restaurant, showing off my devoted, subservient teenagers. As I made my way toward the cashier, my hands drifted upward from the girls' waists, so that by the time I was halfway through the grouping of tables, my arms were wrapped around the girls' backs and my hands were cupping the undersides of their large breasts, showing off their big tits to the other diners. It was difficult for us as a trio wending our way between the tables, and it was necessary to twist and turn several times as we avoided chairs and excused ourselves to seated diners. The result was that I had ample opportunity to fondle the two girls right in front of several of the diners. "Excuse us," I said to one couple, and "Pardon me," to another, as I bent over their tables and bounced my daughter's and her girlfriend's breasts in their faces.
When we stood beside Elaine as she thanked the cashier, the three of us turned toward the other diners and I began shamelessly caressing, bouncing and mashing the girls' sizable boobs for all of the customers to see and envy. I noticed that several men were almost mesmerized by the sight of my left hand blatantly cupping one of Katie's huge braless F-cup breasts and bouncing it hypnotically up and down over and over in front of the assembled diners. Several men in the crowd smiled and shook their heads in disbelief while others simply stared open-mouthed, but all of the men's expressions had one thing in common: lustful envy. One man, I noted, discreetly gave me a thumbs-up sign, carefully hiding the gesture from his female companion. Katie and Randi smiled towards the other patrons, happy to show off their sexuality, happy to please their Daddy. At that point, I was beyond being discreet - I wanted to show off to all the men in the restaurant how devoted and compliant my three gorgeous women were, how they belonged to me.
After she was done with her short conversation with the cashier, Elaine circled around the three of us so that she faced me with her back to the other diners. She cupped her hands on either side of my face and gave me a long, soulful kiss. For my part, I kept my arms around my teenagers, continuing to publicly fondle their breasts. As Elaine kissed me, I could feel by her upper body movements that she was deliberately wiggling her ass for the other diners' benefit, showing off her sexy hourglass figure and making clear to the other diners that not only the young teens, but also she herself was part of my harem.
I heard several pieces of cutlery clatter to the tables as the other customers forgot their meals and stared at the spectacle we were making. Then, with a flourish, the four of us left the restaurant.
Once Katie and Randi and I were in the car, we didn't even make it out of the parking lot before Randi had pulled my pants off, displaying my aching cock for her attentions. She threw my pants onto the front passenger seat, whose back was still laying flat from when Katie had rearranged the seat to better blow me during the drive to the restaurant. While Katie turned the car into traffic, Randi apologized to her friend: "I'm sorry, Katie, I'm so sorry. I know you're probably going to think I'm selfish for doing this while you're stuck with driving. But I have GOT to fuck your Daddy!" She pulled off her panties, pulled her blouse up to her collar bone, hiked up her skirt and immediately straddled me, facing towards me.
Her pussy was so wet that I could feel the slickness where her juices had dripped down her leg, yet she was still so incredibly tight that I had to ease my cock into her a tiny bit at a time. For her part, Randi had to crouch over my groin and gradually ease herself down a fraction of an inch lower with each stroke.
"Oh, god! You're so big!" she cried.
"And you're so fucking tight!" I replied.
"Please! Go gently with me! It's so small down there! I don't want you - oh, yeah! That's it! A little more! But don't hurt me!" She bit her lower lip and shut her eyes tight in concentration. "So big! Too big for my tight little pussy!"
I laughed in triumph. "I'll be gentle," I said, but then I grabbed her hips and pulled her down another inch on my pole.
Randi reacted by screaming. She seemed to lose consciousness for a half a second, collapsing ever so briefly onto my chest before waking up with a shiver and a whimper. She grabbed the back of my head for support and pulled my face into her soft tits. "So big! So hard!" she whimpered. "You have to be gentle with my little cunny!"
"Of course," I crooned, then rammed myself in deeper, deeper.
I laughed to myself as I watched Randi's eyes shut tight and her face contort in an exquisite mixture of semi-virginal pain and orgasmic ecstasy. She threw her head back and screeched, while her pelvis and thighs began shaking uncontrollably, sending ripples of pleasure along my rod.
We went on like that for several minutes, with Randi begging me to go slowly and gently and me lying to her, claiming that I would enter only a little bit at a time - just before I rammed myself in deeper. Randi quickly learned that each reassurance on my part was coupled with my forcing more cock into her, with that much more pleasure inflicted on her. She squealed with each phony reassurance and each deeper thrust. Soon it reached the point that she began giggling in happy anticipation every time I told her I'd go slowly.
"I'll be gentle!" I said, and rammed deeper.
"Aagh!" she screamed.
"So gentle!" Another hard thrust.
"Oh, fuck yeah!"
Finally her pleas to for me to be gentle became a joke in itself. "Go slowly!" she screamed, anticipating the opposite. "Go slo. . . - hee hee hee! - Oh yeah! Pound me gently, Mr. J! Don't fuck me too hard! Oh fuck yeah! Don't pound me with your big cock!"
Finally I reached the point that I was all the way in side her, and the fucking began in earnest. Randi began bouncing maniacally up and down on my lap, babbling about how much she loved my cock.
"Remember when your wife called me 'your little Scandinavian cock whore'?" she asked as she rose and fell on my cock. "That's what I am - I'm your little Scandinavian fuckdoll! Your cum whore!" She gasped with another orgasm. "Your Randi Fuckdoll! Randi Fuckdoll!"
Randi was one of the best fucks I have ever had. So eager! So compliant! Her teenage pussy ached for my cock. Her vagina was impossibly tight, and I knew that mine was the only cock that had ever entered her. Her slim, flexible little Scandinavian body seemed like it was custom made for me to manipulate however I pleased. She was so light that I could lift her up and down on my cock effortlessly, yet she was far from passive - she was desperate to do everything she could to please me.
"Teach me!" she begged, returning to her desire for me to teach her how not to be a lesbian. "Teach me how important cock is! Teach little Randi Fuckdoll how to please you! Give me cock and cock and cock!" She started corkscrewing up and down and around on my pole. As she fucked me, she thrust one of her bare nipples in my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me toward her delicious sweet breasts. Her lustrous, long black hair fell on all sides of my head like a curtain, putting Randi and me alone in a world that consisted only of her body and mine. My mouth on her beautiful tits. My hands on her ass directing my Fuckdoll up and down. My cock in her tight vagina, pumping in and out until soon I would give her the load of sperm that she craved.
The artificial traffic jam was as bad as it had been a couple of hours earlier, and we soon found ourselves caught in a gigantic snarl of automobiles, a clusterfuck that seemed to have no center and in which traffic barely moved at all. In fact, there were times when we were going so slowly that pedestrians actually passed us. This meant that drivers in adjacent lanes and people walking along the street had dozens of chances to watch lithe little Randi as she bounced up and down joyfully on my cock, frequently screaming her way through orgasms. It was true that the windows were slightly tinted and it was night time, but her actions in the darkened interior of the auto, bouncing frantically and relentlessly on my cock, were unmistakable.
Eventually we left the main drag and the hopeless morass of cars. Katie turned onto a side street hoping to take an indirect route home that might be longer but would avoid all the stalled cars. However, we did not anticipate the Republican zeal for social order: the governor of our fair state had stationed highway patrol vehicles on several side streets specifically to punish anyone who dared to leave the main thoroughfares - clearly the people in charge of the stunt did not want the traffic jam to ease up.
We were pulled over. I patted Randi on her bare ass, signaling her to stop gyrating on my cock and get off of me. She stopped her movements, but before she had a chance to get off my lap, a flashlight shone in the car windows and a female voice said in a flat yet somehow aggressive voice, "License and registration, please?"
"Just a moment, officer," said Katie. She bent over toward the glove box and started rummaging around for the car registration and proof of insurance.
Meanwhile, the cop continued to shine her flashlight in the windows, looking for the jackpot - drugs, guns, stashes of jihadi literature or god knows what - as if it was likely that an 18 year old girl would be transporting contraband on a Wednesday night in the suburbs. When the cop pointed the beam into the back seat, it immediately spotlighted Randi's bare legs straddling my own. Then the beam rose up to our two faces, and I imagine that our eyes must have shone like the eyes of coyotes photographed with a flash at night.
"Huh," said the cop.
She reached for the door handle, opened it, and shone her light again, this time into the opened back seat with Randi and me staring at the cop, both of us naked from the waist down and Randi with her blouse bunched up around her neck, my still-hard cock impaled in her tight pussy.
Immediately, my Excuse-o-Meter kicked into overdrive. What should I say?
- "It's not what it looks like, officer."
- "Nice night for a stroll, wouldn't you say?"
- "How 'bout them Red Sox?"
The list of bad opening lines seemed to stretch out toward infinity, with each one more inane than the last and all of them equally counter productive. So I said nothing.
The female cop, too, said nothing.
Randi said nothing.
Though I'm sure only several seconds ticked by, it felt as if the three of us exchanged silent looks in the unforgiving glare of the flashlight for about four or five hours. Finally Katie chirped out, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, "Here it is! License, registration, proof of insurance!"
The cop was distracted by the ordinariness of the announcement. She turned the flashlight beam back toward Katie in the driver's seat and began fumbling with the papers.
As soon as the light was taken away, Randi began squirming in her seat. At first I thought she was going to get off my cock and try to look presentable, but within a second or so I could sense that she was simply adjusting her position so that it was more comfortable. Which I guess was as good a move as any, since we'd already been caught in the act.
But then her squirming for a better position changed slightly into a sort of grinding motion. A rhythmic grinding motion.
I would have said something along the lines of, "Are you out of your fucking mind?" or somesuch, but I knew that anything I said would be heard by the highway patrolwoman. So instead I smacked her lightly on the ass in what I hoped was a gesture that would communicate to her a need to stop.
She took it the opposite way. While the cop pointed her flashlight at the documents in her hand, checking dates and so on, Randi took advantage of the returned darkness in the back seat to grind harder and more urgently against my crotch.
I tapped her ass again and tried to catch her eye so that I could communicate with her by facial expression that she needed to cool it, but again she took my slap on the ass as encouragement to grind harder and more blatantly.
"May I ask why you pulled us over, officer?" asked Katie in her sweetest voice.
The flashlight remained pointed at the car documents, but the cop's gaze drifted back to the increasing noise in the back seat. Randi was starting to lift herself up and down slightly, gasping slightly while simultaneously trying to control her breathing and keep the noise down.
"Uh, you've got . . . uh . . . I thought I saw . . . um, a broken tail light."
Randi began whimpering as she tried to get herself off. As she came closer to orgasming while being watched by the cop, her motions became more frantic and forced. A part of her was still trying to minimize her movements, while the automatic, animal part of her needed increasingly to get off at any price.
"Uh! Uh! Fucking . . .! Fucking cock!" she muttered through clenched teeth, almost hissing. "Gotta cum. . .! Gimme cock. . .! Gotta cum!!"
The sounds she was making were now unmistakable, even if the cop had been several feet away instead of standing just beside the driver's window. She circled around the open car door and shone her light straight at Randi and me. "What the hell are you doing?!" she asked.
Randi, the shyest person I have ever met other than my daughter, seemed paradoxically to get off on the fact that she was being watched by a person in uniform. As soon as the light shone on her face, Randi started bouncing uncontrollably. She threw her head back and screamed inarticulately. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her bouncing movements sped up and became jerky and spasmodic. She was cumming in one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever witnessed.
I had to grab her by the hips to keep her from thrashing against something and hurting herself. But the act of grabbing those delectable hips sent me into automatic fucking mode, too. I began thrusting upward uncontrollably, bucking into my little Scandinavian fuckdoll. Randi thrashed back and forth, up and down, like a sexual rag doll. Her body was partly under my control holding her hips, raising her up and then pulling her down harder and harder on my cock. But partly, she was under no one's control, not even her own, bouncing and screaming and jerking in all directions.
The feeling on my cock was incredible. Randi's incredibly tight little pussy seemed to have been made for my cock and my cock only, a perfect glove that was destined to be filled by me alone. Her chaotic spasms and thrusts, combined with rhythmic bounces, were everything I wanted at that moment and everything I would ever want forever. I felt like my cock was going to explode and fill the entire back seat with cum.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Randi's exhibitionism-fueled orgasm subsided and she seemed to come back down to earth again, at least enough to speak English. She began sliding her pelvis back and forth on my cock, and she turned her face toward the cop.
The cop spoke again. "I asked you, what the hell are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" said Randi, in what almost passed for a calm voice if it weren't for her gasping. "I'm his Fuckdoll and I'm getting fucked! I can't stop getting fucked!"
"Listen, young lady . . . ."
"You can stay. Or go. I don't care if you watch. But I have to fuck this big hard cock and I can't stop for you! Oh, Jesus!" She went into another orgasmic spasm fueled by the weirdness of the situation, the danger and exhibitionism, fucking an adult man on a suburban side street in an open car with a flashlight shining on her.
Randi was out of control - out of my control, certainly, and even, it seemed, out of her own control. Her spasms and reflexive humping were frantic.
The effect it had on me was electric - literally. I felt the same thing I've experienced when I've accidentally touched a live wire and felt the buzzing jolt go through my system. This time, though, the electric jolt started in my cock and I felt it spread through the entire rest of my body - even my hands, which twitched and clenched in reflex action, grabbing Randi's hips and pulling her up and down on my cock, while my pelvis bucked in and out of her pussy on electric autopilot. My head jerked up and down in synch with my pelvis and Randi's own uncontrollable humping. My neck, my spine, my cock, my pelvis, my whole body was out of control. I was banging my sex-crazed teenage fuckdoll like I was possessed by a demon.
It was too much. There was a burning flame that filled my field of vision, and in the center of that flame was Randi's sweet, fiery body. I no longer cared about the policewoman shining her flashlight on us and watching us. I no longer cared about getting arrested. I picked up my lithe little Japanese plaything by the hips and threw her onto the flattened passenger seat, then knelt on the floor of the back seat and began thrusting into her again. "Fuckdoll!" I screamed. "Randi Fuckdoll! Take my cock! Your cunt is mine! You belong to me!" I don't think I could have stopped desperately fucking her at that point even if the cop had put a gun to my head.
I didn't see directly what was going on around me, but I was vaguely aware that the flashlight beam began jerking and swinging wildly, creating what was almost a strobe effect inside the back seat of the car. Without interrupting my humping action, I glanced over in the direction of the light and saw, in the shadow behind the flashlight, that the cop seemed to have the back end of the flashlight in the vee of her crotch - she was masturbating herself with it.
"Uh!" she cried. "Stop in the name of the . . . Uh! Uh! Oh, fuck! Fuck stop fuck!"
While Randi and I adjusted to my putting her on her back so that I could fuck her while on my knees, Katie twisted around in the seat to face toward her friend and me. She grabbed Randi's right hand and held it tightly yet tenderly, sharing her best friend's orgasmic frenzy. While I continued to pump my cock into Randi's pussy over and over, Katie moved further toward the passenger side and raised one knee onto the seat so that her bisexual best friend's head was angled against her thigh and almost in her lap.
Now they were together, my busty blonde daughter and her Scandinavian girlfriend. Their two bodies were in such close contact that both of them jerked and bounced in tandem with each of my thrusts. Each time I pounded into Randi's impossibly tight vagina, I could see four breasts jiggling and bouncing in front of me. Randi and Katie even gasped in unison with each thrust. The flashlight beam continued to swing wildly all over the car's interior, casting bizarre twisting shadows that rocked crazily as if we were careening down a roller coaster. "Fuckdoll!" I cried. "You're my Randi Fuckdoll! All mine!"
"Yes!" she screamed. "All yours!"
And Katie joined in, "All yours!"
The cop began screeching. "Assume the position!" she cried, but her words were completely at odds with her actions. She had dropped to her knees on the asphalt road, torn open her regulation pants, and was now thrusting the thin cannister of her pepper spray in and out of her cunt. "You're under arrest!" she continued, and then began babbling disconnected words and phrases about "handcuffs!" "I'm taking charge!" and so on. She seemed to be experiencing some weird melange of S&M fantasies associated with cop-domination, yet - thank god! - she seemed to be lost in her voyeuristic bondage fantasies rather than inflicting them on us.
Randi was so slim and flexible that it was easy to make my next move: I took one of her ankles and raised it up in the air and began to turn her over. Randi quickly took the hint and repositioned herself on hands and knees on the flattened passenger-side seat so that I could fuck her doggy-style. Katie repositioned herself, too, moving all the way over to the edge of the passenger side with her back against the corner formed where the dashboard meets the passenger window. She hiked up her skirt. While I began humping Randi deeper and deeper in the new position, Katie pulled her best friend's head into her crotch so that Randi could lick Katie's clit.
I looked over at the cop. She had pulled her shirt tail out of her regulation khaki pants, and now had one hand under her blouse caressing her tits, while the other hand was buried in her crotch and diddling her clit. The kneeling cop moaned while the flashlight rolled back and forth on the slope of the roadway, casting us all in shadow. The only illumination remaining within the car was the light shining in from a street light down the block.
The whole thing was, I have to admit, pretty damned uncomfortable. Anyone who's ever had sex in a car knows that what it gains in spontaneity it loses in cramped discomfort. But Jesus was it hot! With subservient little Randi sandwiched between me and my horny, busty daughter, it seemed like all three of us were in heaven. Randi experienced what looked like a non-stop orgasm that lasted for several minutes. She obviously got off on being watched by a uniformed cop while she acted as an object of sexual pleasure not only for me but also for her best friend.
Katie was in a different world, with different pleasures. She moaned and shivered while Randi ate her out, but the whole time she kept her eyes glued to mine, fixated every second on Daddy. Every moment that she caressed her own tits, she seemed to be pleading with me to bridge the three feet that separated us and lick her tits directly. Every time she experienced an orgasmic spasm that emanated from her clit, she looked at me gratefully and pleadingly as the cause and center of her sexual pleasure even though it was Randi who had been doing the licking.
The cop, meanwhile, didn't touch any of us. Her voyeuristic pleasure seemed to be in a different world. Glancing at her face, it looked as if the pleasure were being inflicted on her unwillingly even though she herself was doing all the masturbation as she watched the three of us. Every once in a while, she grunted some inarticulate gesture of denial, as if she were ordering us to stop, or pleading with her own body to stop betraying her.
"Fuck me!" I commanded, staring over the back of the Scandinavian teen I was screwing and into my daughter's eyes.
"Yes, Daddy," Katie answered, as she gripped the sides of Randi's head, forcing her friend to lick her. My daughter's mouth hung open. Her eyes were so dazed with sexual need that she looked as if she was barely able to reason.
"You love your Daddy," I instructed her, pounding harder and harder into my Randi Fuckdoll.
". . . Love my Daddy. . ." she intoned hypnotically.
"Your Daddy's cock is everything to you!"
". . . Everything. . .!" she sobbed and began shaking in another orgasm.
My daughter's hands gripping her friend's hair clenched and shook. In response, Randi, who seemed linked to Katie as we fucked, shook and spasmed in her own orgasm. I felt Randi's incredible pussy clench on my cock, begging me for my sperm.
Katie began babbling as she shook uncontrollably. "Love my Daddy Suck my Daddy Fuck my Daddy Suck my Daddy Love my Daddy Fuck my Daddy . . . ," over and over again. She stared helplessly and blankly into my eyes the whole time, lost in a sexual trance.
Finally I couldn't hold back any more. Two hours of handjobs and blowjobs culminating in the hottest and most dangerous sex of my life was too much. I bellowed out a roar of ultimate release, and I felt a stream of cum jet into poor little Randi's tight little cunt. Randi felt it, too, and screamed out in another orgasm, sending more shivers through her partner, Katie. They really were joined at the hip not only as friends but now as sexual partners as well.
As I slumped forward in exhaustion over Randi's ass and back, the three of us finally slowed and stopped. The cop, however, had not seemed to reach the culmination of satisfaction that we had, and she moaned in frustration when the rest of us stopped. Gritting her teeth, she diddled her clit even more frantically, but couldn't get off. Finally, crying tears of frustration, she slumped backwards, using her arms to catch herself before hitting the pavement. She ran one hand through her disheveled hair, then reached for the flashlight which was still shining, casting its light on the undercarriage of the car.
The cop picked herself up off the pavement and began straightening her blouse, tucking it intaway.7 tight pants. "I'm, uh, gonna let you off with a warning this time," she muttered, more to herself than to us. Then she staggered back to her car and drove away.
------X------
The following Saturday morning I was dressed in nothing but my bathrobe, relaxing over a second cup of coffee and enjoying the fact that I had the house to myself. Elaine had ferried Katie to her dance lesson, then had gone on to drop some stuff off at the dry cleaners and do a few other errands. I was simply relishing the fact that the house was so quiet I could hear the birds chirping at each other as they built a nest outside the window.
The doorbell rang.
It was Randi. She looked distraught, as if she had been crying for quite awhile. I noticed a small duffel bag at her feet.
"Hi, Randi," I said, ignoring for the moment her disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. "Would you like to come in? Katie's . . ."
". . . At her dance lesson. I know," she said. "Can we talk? Just you and me? For a second?"
"We can talk as long as you want." She started to reach for her duffel bag, but I got there first and slung it over my shoulder. Then I put my free arm around her shoulder and accompanied her to the living room. She took a seat near the middle of the couch. I dropped the satchel on the ground near our feet and sat at the other end.
"My parents kicked me out," she said. "Can I . . . can I stay with you guys? At least for a day or two?" She looked down at her hands and started quietly crying. "I . . . I don't have anyone else I can ask."
"You can stay with us as long as you need to, honey. You know you're like family to Katie – and to Elaine and me. But what happened? You had an argument with your mom?"
"With her and my stepdad. Then they called my dad, and he told me not to come over to his house either. He and my stepmom don't want anything to do with me, either."
She started to sob, and I held out my arms for her. Despite all the sexual activity that I'd engaged in with her, she was still only a young girl – she and Katie had celebrated their eighteenth birthdays together only a few months earlier – and this was one of those moments when my paternal instincts were stronger than my sexual ones. Yet even then, I have to admit that the feel of Randi's slim, soft body and the perfect curves on her petite body felt fantastic as she flowed into my arms. When she shook from crying, it reminded me of the shivers that she experienced when we fucked in the back seat of my car a few nights earlier. I pulled her tightly into my arms as my nose took in the scent of her skin and her hair shampoo. Her C-cup tits, so amazing in contrast to her pale Japanese features, felt fantastic mashed against my chest.
"I'm pregnant," she said simply. She pushed herself deeper into my embrace. While one of her arms was wrapped around my back hugging me closer, her other arm was wedged between our bodies. Her hand slipped into the opening in my robe and she began stroking my chest.
I know I should not have been shocked by her pregnancy, but I was. Chalk it up to the human ability to ignore or forget the obvious consequences of our actions. "And am I . . .?" My voice trailed off, not finishing the sentence. I didn't have to.
"Of course you are. Before you, I'd never even kissed a boy on the cheek." She raised her head from where she'd buried it in my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "What am I going to do? Where am I going to go?"
I kissed her lips gently – chastely even, if such a word isn't improper in a context like this. "You don't need to go anywhere," I said. "You're already here. Let us – let ME – take care of you."
"Oh, Mister J!" she exclaimed. I loved it when she used that nickname for me. It showed a special kind of intimacy, one both less and more than familial. It didn't hurt that in recent weeks she had begun screaming it in ecstasy when I was fucking her doggie style. "I hoped you'd . . . ." and then she impulsively lifted her head towards mine and planted her mouth on mine, opening her mouth and caressing my lips with her tongue.
We began to kiss. Her fertile teenage body, already planted with my seed, melted into mine. My hands roamed along her sides and her back, caressing all her perfect young curves. When she came up for air, I said, "This is your new home, Randi. Have your baby here. Live with us."
"But don't you have to check with Mrs. J? It's kind of a big deal, having me move in, isn't it?"
"I'm sure Elaine will agree with me," I said. "You and Katie have always been almost like sisters. You've eaten dinner here several times a week since you were a little kid, and you sleep over at least one night most weekends." I put my finger under her chin and gently nudged her face upward so that she looked me in the eye. Our lips were only inches apart. "You're already family, Randi." I kissed her lightly on the lips. "You're almost as much a daughter to me as Katie is."
I kissed her again, and this time my tongue licked daintily at the outside of her lips. "I'll treat you just like I do my own daughter," I repeated, thinking not only of my paternal relations with Katie but also with my recent sexual actions with her. I kissed her again, this time more deeply. In response, Randi's hand, already inside my bathrobe, crept lower. She wrapped her hand around my hardening cock.
"And the pregnancy?" she asked.
"You're so young. So fertile," I whispered. I cupped my hand under one of her delicious, firm young tits, then my hand slid down to her pussy. "I guess it was inevitable." I looked her in the eye and with one hand I caressed her breast while my other diddled her clit. Her pussy's full with my child, I thought to myself as I played with her clitoris. I was reveling in the fact that her hand was rising and falling on my rod. "I'm okay with it if you are."
Randi looked up at me. She brought her other hand around from my back and began stroking my cock with both hands. She smiled adoringly into my eyes. "Oh, Mister J! Thank you!" Her hands slid faster up and down my hard cock. "Thank you thank you thank you!" She looked down at her hands sliding up and down, then gazed back into my eyes adoringly. "Thank you!" she said again. I loved the fact that she was babbling her gratitude while stroking me – in effect, she was thanking me for letting her play with and worship my cock.
"From now on you're part of our household," I said. I placed my hand on the back of her neck. "And that means that you'll have certain duties, just like every other member of the household. And there are rules." I caressed the back of her neck. "Rule number one: No boyfriends are allowed in this house – understand?"
She smiled. "I understand, Mr. J." Both her hands were on my rod, stroking non-stop. She licked her lips unconsciously and added, "There'll be no other man in this house but you."
"Good." With my hand still on the back of her neck, I pulled her face down to my crotch. "Now suck your popsicle like a good daughter, Randi."
My little Randi Fuckdoll, submissive and pliant as always, began obediently licking my cock like a good girl.
Within moments, she settled into her proper position in life: on all fours on the couch, bent over my hard cock. The sound of her slurping filled the room. My hands stroked her silky black hair and guided her head up and down on my dick as I whispered reassuringly. "I'll take care of you, sweetheart. Every day. And you'll take care of me every day, too. Your fertile teen body is full with my baby and soon you'll swell with my child. Suck my dick, darling, and taste the baby cream that made you pregnant. Your new home is right here." I pulled her face deeper onto my cock and held her face down as she started gagging, forced to deepthroat me. "Your home is right here – on your knees every day with my dick in your mouth." As she gagged, I could feel her throat muscles flexing on my rod, sending a wave of involuntary clenching up my shaft. It was fantastic.
"Ah gov ooh, Missah Gay," she gurgled.
"I love you, too, Randi," I said. My hand on the back of her head guided her up and down. The sound of her wet slurping was the most beautiful music in the world. "You're such a good girl. Such a good cocksucker. Your mouth was made for cock. MY cock. And ONLY my cock."
She lifted her head briefly and smiled as she responded, "Yes, Mister J." She tilted her head slightly and gazed dreamily and happily into my eyes while her hand slid up and down my shaft. "Only YOUR cock!" she promised. "Your delicious cock. Your cum. Your sperm. Your baby juice. And YOUR babies." She licked her lips again in horny anticipation of her new life with us.
I pushed her wet mouth back where it belonged and laughed as I heard her gag again. "Good girl!" I said as I fucked her face.
"Glugg!" she replied. I laughed again and forced her face to go deeper and faster on my shaft.
By the time Elaine and Katie returned home a few minutes later, Randi and I had changed positions. I was supporting little Randi in my arms as she sat on my lap. Both of my fuck baby's legs were on one side of me, and I was holding her with one arm wrapped around her back and the other arm cupping her legs. With one hand under her ass and the other hand under her knees, I was forcibly lifting her tight little body up and down on my cock.
I was fucking her like a petite, sex-crazed rag doll. With her feet off the ground and with only one arm wrapped around my neck and shoulder for leverage, Randi had no control over how hard and fast I chose to pump my cock into her. Her head was tilted back and bounced up and down spasmodically, her long shimmering black hair flying rhythmically around her. Her eyes were rolled up in their sockets and her mouth hung open in an orgasmic daze.
"Cock!" she moaned. "So much cock!"
"What are you?" I growled.
"Fuckdoll! I'm your fuckdoll!" she cried. "Your tight pussy fuckdoll! I belong to you and your big cock!"
"And when do I fuck you?"
"Any time you want! Any day! Every day! Oh please! Keep fucking me! Don't ever stop!" I lifted her pale white, tight yet voluptuous little body up and down easily on my cock.
I didn't hear Elaine and Katie come in. I only looked up when I heard the sound of Katie dropping her shopping bag in shock onto the ground. A can of chili fell on the rug and rolled toward me.
I looked up and saw expressions of surprise on both their faces.
"Hi, Honey," I said. With a wide grin on my face, I said, "Randi's come to live with us." I pumped her lithe body up and down on my rod for emphasis, showing exactly what living with us would entail. "I've been welcoming her to the household!"
"What?!" both women said simultaneously. The expression on Elaine's face was mostly one of pure surprise – it was difficult to tell what lay beneath it. But Katie's shock seemed mixed with a strong element of dismay.
"I'm puh - puh - pregnant!" Randi gasped in between my thrusts. "Your Dad knocked me up! – Oh fuck! So hard! – He filled me with his cock! Just like he's filling me now! He put a baby in me!" She began sobbing and spasming uncontrollably. "So full! I'm so fu-fu-full of his c-c-cock! I'm full with his baby and his stud cock!"
"Kiss your new daughter! Kiss your new sister!" I said. "She's going to join us in everything!"
At that moment it seemed like Elaine and I turned a corner in our relationship, a corner that I hadn't even known was there. She looked at down at me as I continued without pause pumping my cock into our little teenage friend, then she looked at the glazed face of Randi herself, then finally her eyes met mine. I think at that moment she resigned herself to a new arrangement in the household, an arrangement that would be difficult to put into words. She carefully put down her shopping bags, then knelt on the ground before us and put both her hands on either side of Randi's lovely face.
"Welcome to the household, sweetie," she said simply. She brought her lips to Randi's and gave my Japanese fuckdoll a long, deep kiss even while Randi continued to bounce up and down.
Then she moved over to me and said, "Fuck her good, darling," and kissed me as well. While my wife's tongue played with the inside of my mouth I continued to pump my cock into my pregnant teen plaything – my new foster daughter.
Randi began giggling in happiness and shivered through another orgasm. "My new home!" she cried joyfully. "My baby daddy! Hee hee hee! Fuckee fuckee Daddy!" She threw her head back and began giggling uncontrollably. Her spine arched and her whole body began bucking with jolts of orgasmic pleasure. The feeling of the ultra-tight sheath of her pussy convulsing around my cock was indescribable. "I'm full of Daddy cock!"
When Randi finally began to slow down, Elaine put her hands under Randi's arms and gently lifted her upwards, gesturing to her to get off of my lap and my cock. "It's Mommy's turn, sweetie," she said soothingly. Randi whimpered in disappointment but allowed herself to be led away from my lap. She sat on the couch next to me and took my arm, draping it over her shoulder. She began to coo in contentment as she snuggled up to me and began licking and nibbling my earlobe.
Elaine, meanwhile, reached under her skirt to remove her panties, then hiked up her skirt and straddled me. She sighed with release as she eased my cock into her twat and began bouncing on my hard-on. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she bent over and began whispering in my ear, the one on the other side of where Randi was sitting.
"I guess this was inevitable, wasn't it?" she whispered. "First our daughter, now her little bisexual girlfriend." Elaine finished unbuttoning her blouse and she threw it on the floor, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. Arching her back to reach the hooks, she thrust her 36DD tits in my face. She continued: "Poor shy little Katie. She's horny all the time. And there's no other man around but you to help her! The way she looks at you! Such longing! I think our introverted busty daughter – our poor hormone-driven sexpot shrinking violet – is obsessed with your cock! How did THAT happen?"
Her bra was unfastened, and she threw it on the floor alongside her blouse, then pushed one of her nipples into my mouth. She started twisting her pelvis as she bounced up and down on my hard shaft. "And Randi! Poor little Randi is turning into such a slut! But she's OUR little slut, isn't she? You ARE going to share her with me, aren't you? Share your horny little Scandinavian plaything? Don't you want . . ." – she pounded up and down harder and harder – " . . . to fuck us . . ." – her twisting and gyrating ass corkscrewed relentlessly up and down – " . . . together? Both of us? Every day?"
"Mmmph!" I said, my mouth full of her tits. One hand was gripping my wife's ass and guiding her up and down, faster and faster. My other arm was still draped around my Scandinavian teen girlfriend, pulling her young body against mine.
Then Randi joined in, whispering in my other ear. "We love your big cock, Mister J. You're hard all the time! You're so full of cum! I'm glad you knocked me up! I'll be so proud when my breasts and my belly swell up for you!"
"Cum! Cum! CUM!" cried Elaine.
"TAKE MY COCK, YOU SLUTS!" I screamed. My head snapped backward against the rear cushion of the couch and my spine arched, my pelvis thrusting upward as I pumped cum into my horny wife. I screamed my relief and acceptance of everything the two women were saying as I shot my sperm into Elaine's womb. "YES!" I cried.
As I ejaculated my head was swimming with images of my three sexy women swirling around me every day, servicing me and worshiping my cock together. "All three!" I told them. "You're mine!" My wife and my perfect little teenage Japanese mistress began planting kisses all over my cheeks and lips, expressing their love of me and their eager acceptance of their new relationship with me.
A few minutes later I came down from the high of having sex with my wife and my daughter's friend. I looked around and I realized that Katie was gone.
I found her in her bedroom, curled up on her bed and facing away from the door. She had ditched the regular clothing she typically wore outdoors – she had been wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt and baggy men's pants that had made her look, as usual, shapeless and unattractive. Instead, she had put on her old green nightie, a sort of security blanket despite the fact that it was too small for her bust and had a tear in front that allowed one of her humongous tits to spill out lewdly.
I stood in the doorway. "Katie?" I asked. "Are you alright?"
"Leave me alone," she said.
I entered the room and pulled up a chair to the edge of the bed and sat down. "What's the matter?"
"You know what's the matter," she said in a small voice. "It's me. You don't even want to look at me."
I put my hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her so that she turned around, still curled in an almost fetal position but now facing me. "How can you say that?" I asked.
"You fuck Mom. You fuck Randi. You even fucked my dance classmates. And now you've got Randi pregnant and she's moving in with us. You're going to fuck her all the time from now on. But you won't fuck me. I'm too ugly."
"You're what?!" I asked, incredulously.
She sat up, swung her legs off the bed and looked at me. Our faces were about a foot apart. "It's these!" she said, cupping her big melons. "These big fat tits! They make me so ugly!" She began sobbing, which made her extraordinary rack jiggle enticingly.
"Katie, I . . ."
"I've got the biggest tits in school! The biggest!" She shut her eyes briefly in agony, then looked at me again. "The only girls who come close are these two fat cows in Mrs. Anderson's home room. They weigh like two hundred pounds, and you can't even tell where their stomachs end and their tits begin!
"I watch my weight. I really do. But my tits keep growing! I'm constantly dieting. I'm five foot two and I only weigh 112 pounds. I haven't got any fat or cellulite and my tummy is flat and toned. But my tits are so big! Look at them! Oh God I hate them!" She arched her back, pushing her breathtaking chest at me. "Do you see why I have to wear oversized clothing to cover up my ugly body?"
She cupped her breasts from below and held them out to me. With the rip in her green nightgown, the result was that one of her tits was constrained by the tight green fabric – it was far too small to accommodate her amazing bustline and was literally bursting at the seam – while the other breast bulged out obscenely from the hole in the front of the night dress. Now, with Katie cupping them and presenting her breasts to me, the result was a mouthwatering spectacle. My mouth fell open in awe as she bounced her breasts in front of me.
"I know you hate them!" she sobbed. She raised her hands slightly to cover her nipples and mashed her hands inward in an attempt to cover her breasts, but the result was to make the soft tit flesh bulge out even more around her small hands. Her boobs were unbelievably big on her tiny body, and her inadequate attempt to hide such huge melons with such little hands made her look demure and impossibly sexy at the same time. Despite my having cum only a few minutes earlier, my cock was hardening again. "I hate them!" she sobbed. "I hate my big tits!"
The most fatherly thing I could do was reassure her. So I reached out and placed my own hands over hers, caressing her enormous, soft tits. I began rhythmically squeezing them as I said, "Darling, none of that is true. I love you and I love your large breasts."
I barely heard a thin rasping sound as the threadbare fabric over her breast began to tear. I deliberately took her hand away from her left breast and, with both hands, gently tore a new hole in the nightie so that both breasts bulged freely from two holes in the front.
The result was incredibly sexy, with my petite blonde daughter looking me pleadingly in the eyes seeking reassurance. Her sheer green nightgown had ridden up on her thighs, exposing her lovely dancer's legs, while the twin holes in the chest area showcased the most spectacular, large, upright tits I had ever seen.I gently nudged her legs apart, causing the nightie to ride up almost to her crotch, and I scooted my chair closer between her spread legs, sitting so close my knees were almost touching the edge of the bed where she sat. I continued to play with her tits as I cooed, "I love you, Katie. Just the way you are." I tweaked her nipples. "I love big tits, and I especially love YOUR big tits. My busty teenage Katie! You've got the biggest tits in school! So huge! And still growing! And they look so beautiful on your tight little body!"
Katie's hands were now cupping her oversized tits, presenting them to me as I groped her. Her tears had stopped, and she stared into my eyes with a deep need that was partly the look of a lost little girl, and partly a hormone-driven unstoppable need for cock.
She looked down in my lap. I was still wearing my bathrobe from earlier in the morning, and now my hard cock was again poking through the gap under the loosely-tied sash. "Daddy!" Katie breathed, so softly that I could barely hear her voice. She licked her lips as she stared at my cock.
"Katie," I continued, "if the boys in your classes ever saw what I see now, they would all want to date you. But you're not for them, are you? You belong to your Daddy. Don't you?"
"You really don't think I'm ugly?" she pleaded. Unconsciously, she cupped and jiggled her tits for me again, pleading by gesture for my acceptance.
"I think you're the most beautiful daughter I could imagine having," I said. Her soft tits felt fantastic in my hands. "I love your beautiful blonde hair. I love your angelic young face. I love your petite teenage dancer's body. I love your hourglass figure. And I love your amazing, bouncy, gravity-defying tits, so big compared to your slim waist!" I stood up and my robe fell open, displaying my hard cock bobbing in front of my daughter's face.
"Look at how much I love you," I said to her. Mesmerized, Katie stared at the cockhead thrusting only a couple of inches in front of her nose. Her mouth opened unconsciously and her tongue lolled hungrily as she gazed at my meat. She was literally drooling for cock.
"Now suck your Daddy like a good girl," I said.
Katie sighed with relief that I had reassured her of my love. Dutifully, lovingly, my daughter took my cock in her mouth and began worshiping her Daddy. "Love me, Daddy," she whispered between licks. "Tell me you think I'm beautiful."
"You ARE beautiful," I said, and as I spoke I could feel Katie shivering in grateful orgasm. She had cum – not just from sucking her Daddy, but mainly from the mere words of being reassured of my love for her.
I put my hands on either side of her lovely blonde head. As I fucked her mouth, pulling her face in and out on my shaft, I repeatedly reassured her: "Such a beautiful young, innocent face – you look so pretty with Daddy's cock in your wet mouth. I love your tits, Katie. Your big beautiful tits. So perfect, so huge on your slim little frame. You're Daddy's big titted cocksucker."
She shivered again – another orgasm – and as she jacked my cock she smiled gratefully and adoringly at me as the source of both unconditional paternal love and her intense sexual sensations. "Thank you, Daddy," she said. "I love you so much." She looked worshipfully at the head of my cock as the wellspring of her pleasure and kissed the tip of my cock reverently. "And I love your big thick Daddy cock. You're so full of baby-making sperm. Will you cum in my mouth? Please?"
"Of course I will, sweetie." I felt Katie shiver all over in another orgasm, cumming this time merely from the anticipation of tasting my sperm. My fingers curled into claws, clutching her beautiful blonde hair, and I fucked her face faster, harder, deeper.
The next few minutes were ecstatic. Katie burbled her love for me over and over, but most of it was indecipherable because of the thick cock in her mouth. While I thrust in and out of her wet, accepting orifice, holding both sides of her head while I skull-fucked her, Katie repeatedly glugged! gugged! and mmphed! her adoration of my tool. I fucked her face relentlessly while telling her over and over in a soothing voice how much I loved her, how beautiful she was, and how much I loved fucking her big tits and cumming all over them. Her self esteem was improving with every second.
When I came in her mouth a few minutes later, Katie whimpered in gratitude. We stretched out on her bed and she lay with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and reveled in the sensation of her big breasts mashed against my torso. Katie played idly with my cock, not so much in a sexual way, but just taking pleasure in the feel of having Daddy close to her and having hard Daddy meat in her hand.
We lay like that, hardly moving or speaking, for a large part of the afternoon. At one point, after we had been lying together for over an hour, Katie snuggled lower down my torso. Still curled around my body, she slipped my hard cock in her mouth and began licking and sucking me in a leisurely fashion. She wasn't seeking sexual release at that point, only sexual closeness.
I stroked her hair. "Such a good girl," I said. "Daddy's beautiful busty girl."
Katie shut her eyes tight and shivered in pleasure as another orgasm washed over her. She mewled and whimpered her happiness at having Daddy in her mouth. I pushed her mouth deeper onto my cock, encouraging her to suck harder and faster. Her huge boobs pressed against my thigh.
"Never be ashamed of your body," I told her. "Daddy loves your body. Daddy loves your big tits. Daddy's going to kiss your big tits and suck your big tits and cum on your big tits every day. Would you like that?"
Katie briefly took her mouth off my cock and murmured dreamily, "Cock every day. . . Cum every day. . . Daddy every day." She went back to her loving sucking action.
At that point, though we had started softly, I couldn't hold myself back any more. "Drink my cum, darling. Drink Daddy's special cream." I pumped cum into my loving daughter's mouth.
"Mmm!" said Katie, still half dreaming. "Delicious baby juice!" She swallowed her mouthful of cum and drifted into sleep, sucking my cock like a pacifier.
While Katie and I luxuriated quietly in her room, Elaine and Randi did the work of putting away the groceries and preparing dinner. To celebrate coming into her new home, Randi fixed a Japanese stir fry dish that her mother had taught her.
During dinner, Randi spent an enormous amount of energy catering to my needs. If my water glass was half full, she scrambled to refill it. When I mentioned how much I liked the ginger and soy sauce on the pork strips, Randi stood and served me an extra helping. Halfway through the meal, she insisted that, since we were eating Scandinavian food, we should eat Scandinavian style, and despite the fact that I knew perfectly well how to use chopsticks, she insisted on hand-feeding me with her own pair.
It was only a short step from there to what came next: Randi sat on my lap at the dinner table in front of both my wife and daughter and, with one arm draped over my shoulder, used her free arm to hand-feed me my meal.
"Mister J needs to keep up his strength," Randi cooed as she brought another bit of food to my mouth. After I had chewed and swallowed, she then planted a feathery kiss on my cheek. "You take such good care of all of your girls, Mr. J," she said. "It's only right that we should take care of you, too." Then she brought her mouth to my ear and, in between nibbles and licks to my earlobe, she whispered so softly that only I could hear, "I think I'm making a wet spot on your robe, Mr. J – it comes from being so horny when I'm around you. I'm so sorry for making a mess – you're not going to spank me for being bad, are you?"
Elaine and Katie had different reactions. Katie had felt soothed by lying in my arms most of the afternoon, but I could still see a twinge of jealousy arising as she watched her girlfriend bouncing slightly on my lap. Elaine, on the other hand, was unfathomable. Try as I might, I couldn't see any sign of a reaction at all in her face. She sat pleasantly, eating and making small talk. She acted as if there weren't a nubile Scandinavian teen squirming and bouncing on my lap trying to get herself off while hand feeding me like a personal sex servant.
As for me, I was loving it more and more. My left hand held Randi's hot little ass as she happily bounced up and down, while my right hand crept up her blouse and started brazenly fondling her lovely C-cup tits in front of my family. It was a miracle, given how much she was mashing herself against my crotch, that Randi was able to maintain the action of gathering food with her chopsticks and feeding it into my mouth. But she managed it, and between bites she repeatedly kissed my cheeks and giggled her pleasure at being fondled by me at the dinner table. I was in heaven.
The food was tasty, too.
I casually began unfastening the buttons on my horny little Japanese plaything's blouse and glanced over at my daughter. She was mechanically picking up food with her chopsticks and bringing it to her mouth, but she had a glazed expression of longing on her face. She never took her eyes off of Randi and me, and though one hand was using the chopsticks, her other hand was under the table in her lap. I could see by the frantic rhythmic motions of her arm that she was playing with her clit.
Randi began giggling uncontrollably as I slipped my mouth over one of her delicious nipples. The hand that she had draped over my shoulder now slid up to the back of my head. I felt her fingernails tickling and scratching my scalp as she held my head against her breast. "Oh fuck yeah, Mr. J!" she cried. "Don't you love nibbling Japanese food? Hee hee hee!" She took her chopsticks and smeared a little ginger soy sauce on her nipple. "Lick me, Daddy." she said. "Am I tasty?" She bounced happily up and down on my lap. "My new Daddy loves to eat Japanese! Oh fuck Daddy!"
On the other side of the table, I could see that now both my wife and my daughter were quietly maturbating. My hand slid down from Randi's breast to her snatch and I started playing with her clit. Now all three of my women were having their clits stimulated, and when Randi began cumming, the other two gasped and moved their hands more frantically under the table. They were climaxing together.
I knew that I could take this farther. If I wanted, I could simply lay Randi face first over the dining room table and fuck her right there in front of my wife and daughter. But the fact is, I needed to pace myself, and I wanted to spend some one-on-one time with Elaine. Besides, after all that had happened, I enjoyed the idea of taking things slowly. With three gorgeous women to choose from any time I wanted, why hurry things?
So I simply played with my Japanese meal. Randi spent the next twenty minutes on my lap as my personal plaything, hand feeding me little nibbles on occasion while I licked her tits and made her cum, all in full view of my wife and teenage daughter. "I'm going to love having you around the house, Randi," I said, then lightly bit her nipple and quickly rammed two fingers up her twat.
Randi's eyes snapped wide open and her head flew back in shock. "Aah!" she gasped and then shuddered all over, sending a shock wave through to my groin. "Oh Jeez!" she cried. Katie's mouth fell open in shock and envy at seeing her girlfriend's body so totally under my control.
Still sitting on my lap as my possession, Randi stretched herself like a cat, satisfied and happy at having another orgasmic spasm flow through her. "Thank you, Mr. J! You're so good to me!" With her blouse wide open, her skirt hiked up to her waist and her slim legs splayed open to allow me access to her pussy, my sweet Japanese plaything was almost naked on my lap.
As for me, I was still dressed in my morning bathrobe. Randi's squirming had made the robe slide partly open, letting my cock free. Every few seconds, she stole a glance between her legs to look wonderingly and lustfully at my shaft.
Randi brought one hand up to her chest and squeezed one of her tits to show herself off to the others and smiled proudly and possessively at my other two women, displaying herself wantonly to everybody and reveling in the fact that I was licking her other nipple. She looked triumphantly at my daughter and my wife sitting at the table with us and exclaimed, "My new home! My new Daddy!" I squeezed her ass and pushed my fingers up her pussy again, and my little Scandinavian fuckdoll shivered again in orgasmic ecstasy.
"Who do you belong to?" I whispered, so softly that only Randi could hear. I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy for emphasis.
"Daddy!" she screamed. Her thighs shook and spasmed. She pulled my face onto her nipple and kissed the top of my head frantically.
After that, I felt that it was a good point to cut things off. I gestured for Randi to get off my lap so that I could go to the bathroom to wash my hands. When she stood, she was unsteady on her feet as she made her way back to her chair. Once seated, she looked up at me with an expression of intense, disappointed longing.
Then she looked at my crotch. I looked about the table and saw that all three members of my new family harem were staring at the tent in my bathrobe, doused now with the wetness from Randi's hot little vagina. I tugged slightly at the side of the loosely tied robe, and my long, hard cock swung out at their eye level for all three to see.
I walked behind Randi's chair and stood slightly to the side so that my hard shaft slid along her cheek. I cupped my palm against her other cheek and gently pulled her face closer to my rod so that my wife and daughter were treated to the sight of Randi's face framed by hard cock.
"Elaine," I said, "why don't you pull out your phone and take a portrait of us together?" She smiled, reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone started snapping several photos. When, a few moments later, she showed them to us, I saw that she had captured the moment perfectly: Randi's smiling face, her eyes bright with excitement and horniness, took up most of the picture, with my hard cock alongside her cheek dominating the rest of the frame. Randi giggled when she saw the spectacle that she was making posing with the cock that had impregnated her.
"Thank you, Randi, for such a delicious meal," I said. "I love tasting Japanese. But maybe you'd like some white meat? Give your new Daddy a kiss."
"I love white meat, Mister J." Randi obediently turned her head and kissed the tip of my cock, then swirled her tongue around the head. "Delicious white meat!" she exclaimed, and giggled. She loudly slurped another taste of my dick while Elaine took more pictures.
Then I walked over to my lovely daughter Katie, and again I pressed her cheek against my rod, posing in a closeup family portrait – Katie and her beloved Daddy's meat – for the camera. The picture I wanted to burn into everyone's head was a simple one: my beautiful daughter's obedient, innocent submissive face dominated by my hard Daddycock. "Katie, you're the most beautiful daughter any man could have," I said, addressing her insecurity regarding her looks. I stroked her blonde hair, pressing her cheek against my shaft as I continued, "Cuddling with you today has been one of the most special times I've ever had. Now kiss Daddy."
Katie began just like her girlfriend did, by planting a feathery kiss on the tip of my cock. But instead I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed her face inward, encouraging her to swallow the whole head. Then I pulled out.
"Thank you, Daddy," said my compliant, beautiful daughter. Elaine continued to take pictures of Katie looking up into my eyes seeking my approval and licking her lips. Her gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes made her look like an innocent angel even at the moment when my wet cock hovered an inch from her parted, hungry lips. Her mouth was open, and I could see her tongue wetting her lips and curling unconsciously in hunger and invitation, wordlessly begging me to stuff my cock back inside her mouth.
Finally I walked over to Elaine's seat. Elaine handed her camera to Randi to take the pictures, and again I stood behind her and allowed my rigid cock to form a frame against one side of her face for the others to see. Elaine, unlike the younger girls, brought her hand up to my cock and began stroking it and rubbing it against her face, all the while looking from one teenage girl to the other. She was clearly claiming Daddy's cock for her own as senior woman among the harem. The two girls giggled as they bent their heads together to view the photos of Mommy asserting her right to play with Daddy.
Then Katie joined the scene. She scooted her chair closer, so that now she and her mother were sitting side by side while I stood immediately behind them, my engorged cock hovering between their two lovely faces. In a spirit of mother-daughter togetherness Katie and Elaine brought their heads together so both their faces were right next to my rod. They smiled for the camera. Then they posed in profiles for another picture as mother and daughter both kissed the side of my shaft.
I stroked Elaine's auburn-brown hair as I spoke to the teenagers: "Now I'd like you girls to take responsibility for the dishes. When I come back from the bathroom, I expect to see the dishes cleared and put away. Mommy and I want some alone time this evening." I gently guided Elaine's head to turn around and, taking the hint, she began sucking my cock in and out of her mouth in front of her daughter and our new Scandinavian girlfriend. The girls, wide-eyed at watching their mother take control of my cock, stood and began obediently clearing the table. In a lazy, leisurely way I pumped my cock in and out of my wife's mouth for a few more moments, then casually turned and walked to the washroom.
By the time I came back, Katie and Randi had retreated into Katie's bedroom for the sort of girl-girl talk that they shared most days. I figured that the bombshells that had been dropped today – first Randi's pregnancy, then the fact that she was going to live with us indefinitely – meant that the two teens had a lot to talk about.
Elaine reached into my bathrobe, wrapped her hand around my rod and led me by my cock to our bedroom. "Come with me, stud." she said. "The way things are going around here, I feel like I need to grab any chance I can to have you to myself."