12 comments/ 365450 views/ 62 favorites Dancing Teens By: Krraaazzzzyyyyy Well it all started when I got off early from work one day. The boss got bad news, something about an old friend of his kicking the bucket or something. Anyhow, he got real upset and just sent everyone home. I felt bad about his friend passing on, but I was a little off about losing some pay, too. Oh well, I thought, might as well enjoy the time off. I headed for home thinking of a little swim in the pool, and maybe a few beers. I called my wife to see if she could get off early, but turned out she was gonna wind up working late. “Real late”, she said with a sigh. Oh well, I thought, maybe I could interest my daughter in a board game or something. As I went in I could hear that my daughter, Kelly, was already home. Music was blasting from her room, much louder than she could normally get away with if her Mother were home, but I decided to let it slide. Did she have early release from school, I wondered? Since school wasn’t supposed to be out yet, at least not normally, I figured I better find out what was goin’ on. Well, her music was too loud for her to hear me yelling for her, so after I yelled a couple of times I gave up and went up the stairs to ask her about what happened to school that day. As I got to the top of the stairs I could see that her door was open, so I walked right up and man, was I ever shocked at what I saw! There, in the middle of the room, was my 18 year old daughter Kelly and her friend Amy, who was 19, both of them bumping and grinding, doing a strip tease dance in unison. Now, neither of them was naked or anything. They were still wearing their school clothes and everything, but the funny thing was that, since my Wife insisted we keep the kids out of the public schools, their little Catholic Schoolgirl outfits looked the part. I mean, I’ve been to strip clubs where the strippers dressed up like the two of them were now as a costume… But the thing that really caught my eye was the way the two of them moved. Damn, they could really move sexy! As soon as I thought that I tried to shake the thought from my head, but I just couldn’t. They just looked too damn good! Now, both Kelly and her friend Amy are really pretty girls. Already well on their way to womanhood, they both have tight, athletic bodies, and I have to admit I’ve checked them out before, though I always stopped myself. Kelly has her Mom’s red hair and green eyes and a figure like Britney Spears, only not quite as chesty (and they’re real, of course). Amy, on the other hand, is a brunette, and she looks to me like a miniature version of Courtney Cox, with a nice chest going, too. Just as I was wondering where in the hell they learned how to move like that, I moved a little and that’s when I saw the TV. Of course! My wife had bought some striptease exercise videos off a late night TV infomercial. She talked for 8 days all about how she was going to spice up our relationship and get in shape all in one, easy step. Right. She did the workouts once, passed out on the couch afterwards, and was too sore for any kind of nookie for three nights in a row. But she bragged to her friends she could dance just like any of “those strippers”. Looks like my daughter had gotten her hands on them now, and I had to admit she sure did it better than her Mom. So did her friend. Well, I thought with a little chagrin, at least my money hadn’t gone totally to waste. But I was also kind of concerned that my daughter was going to be making use of these skills with some boy on a date, although the reasonable part of my mind told me that all girls practice dancing. Yeah, the protective Daddy part of my mind countered, but not all girls practice that kind of dancing… Just as I was resolving to put a stop to this, the girls began to unbutton their blouses. I froze. A quick glance at the screen confirmed the suspicion that they were mimicking the tape. How far would this go? I definitely had to put a stop to this, except I couldn’t seem to talk. I couldn’t seem to move. Maybe, I thought, I should just run away and leave them alone. But I couldn’t seem to move in that direction, either. Meanwhile, the girls had gotten their school uniform blouses unbuttoned, revealing tantalizing glimpses of lacy bras and firm, bouncy cleavage. Now the ante was raised, if I stopped them now they’d know I saw more than just a little dancing. And each second more chips wound up in the pot. The girls still hadn’t noticed me standing in the doorway, and I couldn’t seem to move or speak. I realized I was really turned on, and knew I was getting an erection, but I just couldn’t seem to bring myself to stop the show, or peel my eyes off the two of them. I barely blinked! Off came the blouses in a sexy, shoulder rolling move that ended with the girls turning their backs to me and tossing the shirts aside. They held their pose a moment while their shirts floated to the floor, their arms outstretched with their hands bent slightly at the wrist, pointing right where the shirts would land. I found it funny in a way, they were pointing twice, and so was I. They stood facing away from me, not really watching the tape, and I realized they’d memorized the routine – proof they’d had plenty of practice. They rolled the muscles in their backs, a move only the best strippers I’d seen did, as they wagged their firm, tight little butts back and forth, their short pleated school girl skirts swishing about their athletic, sexy thighs. Then, causing me to pant, they started to roll their hips in circles, and slid their hands across their asses, giving the firm globes a little squeeze, with a strong left to right boom-boom move. Man, I was gonna have to watch this tape! Better yet, I thought, was the performance I was getting right now! Thank God my Wife likes to watch TV late at night. The girls squatted a little with their hips constantly rolling from side to side, and they tossed their hair, giving them a wild, wanton look. As they squatted lower they slid their hands down their thighs, and slid their hands back up as they stood. They pulled their skirts up revealing tight asses in lacy, bikini cut panties. Now I knew I was rock hard, and I wasn’t even thinking about getting away, or stopping things at this point. The next move in their routine was they slid their hands up to their hips, and did a rapid ass shaking move. Then, making me want to run in there and grab them, totally forgetting that one of these two sexy sirens was my own teen daughter! From their hips they slipped their thumbs under the waistbands of their skirts, and began to slither them off! In a moment the skirts lay puddled on the floor, and the girls stepped out of them with one leg, and stood with their long, lithe legs spread wide, clearly showing their pussy mounds cupped intimately by their panties. Somehow they made their legs look just as good in sneakers as the real stripper’s legs ever looked in high heels. They made a little bend at the waist and my heart almost stopped. Their pussies were aimed right at me, and with their panties pulled tight by their stance like they were, I could easy see the shape of their pussy lips right through the material. And was I mistaken or were those panties a little wet in just the right spots? Both girls rolled the panties down just a little, revealing more hip and just a bit of ass crack, but then they straightened up and pointed both hands to the ceiling, bumping to the music. I found myself wondering what they’d do if I installed one of those brass poles… But just as I was wondering that they reached behind their backs and very quickly unsnapped their bras. Before I could react they spun around, tossing the bras aside as they did. Oh my god! They saw me – I saw them. We all froze. I couldn’t help but stare at their firm, high riding tits. Kelly had nice white tits with cherry pink nipples that were rock hard, only a narrow ring of areola around each, maybe a 34b cub, maybe a little smaller. Amy’s tits were bigger but still didn’t sag, owing to her youth, and had dark brown nipples with wide areolas. Both girls eyes went wide and they each dropped their jaws open. I stood there pointing at them with my hand and my cock, though I hoped they wouldn’t notice that. Both girls quickly brought their legs together and covered their breasts with their hands. Amy even went so far as to drop to the floor and draw her legs up in front of her. “Daddy!” “Mr. Morgan!” It took me a second to find my voice. “I… I, uh… I wanted you to uh, turn it down…” Both girls looked at me red faced, and I’m sure I was as red faced as them. “Daddy,” said Kelly, “how… how long were you, um, standing there?” “Long enough, I think,” said Amy with a giggle, pointing in my direction. I knew what they were pointing at, and since I’ve always been proud of that particular part of my anatomy I couldn’t help but give a little grin. “Well,” I said with a nervous laugh, “you girl’s really have that dance, ah, down…” “Um, thanks, Daddy,” Kelly said, brightening up a little, “you really think so?” “Yeah, really,” I answered, starting to feel a little more comfortable, “though I don’t think we better let your Mom know you borrowed her tapes, OK?” “Sure Dad.” “Sure Mr. Morgan.” Then, to my surprise, Kelly dropped her arms from her chest, letting me have another quick look at her breasts before she took the few quick steps to my side. Standing on tip toes she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug, and a little kiss on the cheek. Of course, those sweet tits of hers just had to press into me as she did it, and I felt the swell of her hip rub against the jutting protrusion in my slacks. Did this little girl of mine know what she was doing to her poor old Dad? I groaned inwardly, but wrapped my arms around her and hugged back, honestly glad my relationship with my daughter wasn’t ruined. Then Amy stood up and let her hands drop to her sides, too. “I figure you’ve already seen them now,” she said with a shrug. “Me too,” Kelly chimed in. “Anyhow, Mr. Morgan,” Amy said, walking up to me and also hugging me – something she’d never done before, “we hope you enjoyed the show.” Then both girls broke into giggles, and now that they weren’t hiding their tits, the giggling had Kelly’s white globes jiggling before my very eyes, and her friend’s hefty globes doing the same thing softly against my chest. But Amy did more than casually bump against my still hard cock, she ground obscenely against me, looking up into my eyes with a naughty look. “Oh, I did,” I admitted weakly, giving in a little to the temptation this nubile young friend of my daughter offered me. “Me too,” my daughter surprised me by asking, “did you like watching me too, Daddy, even though I’m your daughter? Or was it just watching Amy you liked?” “Oh, well… uh,” I stammered, put on the spot by my naughty teen daughter in front of her equally naughty friend. Call me stupid, but I never could lie to a hot, topless woman, much less two. I told the truth. “Yes, honey, you both danced very nicely…” “Is that why you have a hard-on Mr. Morgan,” Amy countered, sensuously rubbing her flat, firm abdomen against the subject of her question, a little smile on her face and a naughty twinkle in her eyes “from watching your own daughter strip, or was it from watching me…” “Both… Both of you,” I said without thinking. “Really, Daddy,” my daughter said in a deceptively innocent voice, “you got a hard-on over me too, not just Amy?” I couldn’t even speak, so I just nodded. “Hmm,” said Amy, trailing a long, manicured nail down across my chest until it touched the spot where her belly wriggled against my middle, only inches above the hard crown of my cock in my pants. “When a boy gets a hard-on for a girl it means he wants to fuck her… Does that mean you want to fuck me Mr. Morgan?” “Mmmm… yeah,” my daughter said, openly fondling her breasts in front of her poor old Dad’s amazed eyes, “does that mean you want to fuck me too, Daddy?” I couldn’t answer. I wouldn’t. “Oooohh… cat got your tongue, Mr. Morgan,” Amy teased, at last grasping my cock in her hand through my pants, squeezing torturously. “Or maybe a little pussy, Daddy,” my daughter said impishly, taking one of my hands and placing it (I couldn’t resist) on her soft, warm breast, “a little pussy cat got your tongue…” “Mmmmm….. yeah,” Amy sighed, “my little pussy would like to have his tongue…” “Ooohhh… mine too,” my daughter moaned, looking me right in the eye, making sure I couldn’t miss her meaning. “You want to lick our pussies, Daddy?” Suddenly my mouth seemed very dry. I tried to swallow, I tried to speak. But I was mute with shock, and arousal. “Hey, I know,” said Amy, sensing as all females can when a male is in their power, “let’s show him the rest of our dance and see what he thinks of it…” “Yeah,” my daughter exclaimed, clapping her hands and squealing, “I totally want to know what a guy thinks first…” First? I thought, I wonder what she means by that… Excitedly, my daughter and her friend took me by my hands and led me to the chair in the corner of my daughter’s bedroom. “Here, Daddy,” my little Kelly said, gently pushing me into the chair, ignoring the fact that her bare breasts rubbed my face momentarily as she did, “just have a seat here and tell us what you think of our dance… OK Daddy?” “mmm….” I mumbled, dizzily nodding. “I just know you’re gonna love the show, Mr. Morgan,” Amy said, practically bouncing with pent up exuberance, her magnificent breasts bobbing with every move, “Kelly and Me have been practicing a lot…” As the other girl said that, my daughter ran and dimmed the room lights a little, and even aimed a desk lamp she had for studying at her where her friend was standing, nervously fidgeting and anxious to start their little show. Then she turned the music on again, though not quite as loud since they wanted to be able to talk. Then she ran, scooped up their skirts and shirts, and she whispered something in Amy’s ear, which Amy seemed to agree to since she nodded vigorously. Then both girls quickly pulled on their skirts, and loosely put on the blouses they had earlier stripped off. It looked to me like they were going to start over. Of course, I knew those blouses were barely buttoned, and that neither girl wore a bra beneath them any more. I could feel my poor cock ready to burst from my pants, and my head spun. I was unable to make myself leave, even though I knew my own daughter and her friend were about to strip for me again – this time while they knew I was watching them. Right away I found myself getting into it. Somehow, the change in the lighting was enough to let me relax a little, having been in many, many strip clubs over the years (when you combine the fact that most of my clients are married men to the fact that my wife could be as much of an icy bitch as any of theirs, yeah, I’ve been out to the clubs plenty of times). The “spotlight” of the desk lamp on them in the darkened room, the pulsing music, the two hot dancing girls with perfect bodies… the only things missing were a drink pushing waitress and a wad of one dollar bills! For a minute, as the girls started to move, I was able to forget that this was my own gorgeous barely legal daughter and her and her only slightly more legal friend dancing for me, not some anonymous stripper. It was the same routine I’d seen before at first, only the repeated dance moves were done much quicker, with Amy seeming to take the lead. The girls rolled their hips, shook their asses, flung their hair, and jiggled their breasts with rolling shoulders. Quickly the blouses came off, revealing once again the two perfect sets of teen tits. A moment later, after a quick twirling overhead, the two blouses landed in my face, smelling lightly of girlish perfume and teenage girl sweat, making me swoon. Then they were working the swishing schoolgirl skirts off, their hips rocking from side to side. In just a few minutes the girls were back in just their panties. To my surprise Kelly seemed to take the lead at this point, pulling her panties tight against her sweet mound, her friend quickly following suit. Sweet Jesus, I could see every little ridge and valley in their perfect little pussies right through those naughty, silky panties. The girls smiled naughtily as their fingers pulled at the straps on their hips, moving first one side up, the other side a little down, then reversing it, revealing nothing. “You want to see our pussies, Daddy,” my daughter said in a voice I’d never imagined she could use. “Yeah, want to see our wet cunts, Mr. Morgan,” Amy teased, sauntering a little closer and pulling her panties down just enough to let me see a little brown fur above the edge, raising the ante again. Dumbly, I just nodded. “Hmmm…” my daughter said to her friend with a nasty inflection that made my cock ache, “I guess my own Daddy wants to see me naked…” “Mmmmm, what a pervert you are Mr. Morgan,” Amy said, turning to let me see her ass in her panties, pulling the fabric tight between her cheeks. “Are you a pervert Mr. Morgan?” “N… N-No..” I managed to stammer, though clearly I was, or had become one. “Nooooo? No,” my daughter Kelly chided, sticking her lower lip out and wagging her finger at me tauntingly, “are you sure Daddy? Because I could never let my own Daddy see my pussy… I mean… how could I get all the way naked for my own Daddy unless he was a big horny pervert?” “Yeah,” whispered Amy, surprising me (I hadn’t even noticed the half naked girl moving up close to me, so enraptured by my teasing daughter was I), “It’s one thing to tease a nasty old pervert, that’s OK since they deserve it, but a girl couldn’t ever do anything naughty with her own Daddy… well, unless he was a pervert too, I guess…” “So how about it Daddy,” my daughter said, shamelessly pinching her nipples and playing with her naked tits in front of me, “are you a pervert?” “Y… Yes…” I whispered. “What’s that Daddy,” my daughter intoned, feigning deafness, “I could barely hear you…” “Yeah,” whispered Amy, now rubbing her tits on my arm maddeningly, “you better tell us what a horny pervert you are and how you want to fuck us both with your big hard cock…” I resisted. I couldn’t say that… not about my own flesh and blood baby girl, my own daughter… my little Kelly. If only it were only her friend… As if reading my mind, Amy whispered again, “I bet you’re wishing you could just fuck me, huh? Well, you’ll hurt your poor daughter’s feelings if you don’t fuck her too… she worked just as hard as me to turn you on…” What’s that supposed to mean, I thought. “Maybe you should say how much you want to fuck us both like the slutty little whores we are at heart, before you miss your chance, Mr. Morgan,” Amy finished, kissing me on the cheek by my ear. “I… I want to fuck you both,” I spat out, “I’m a dirty old pervert and I want to fuck my daughter and her friend. I want to fuck you both like the little whore sluts you seem to be!” “Good Boy, Daddy,” my daughter teased, letting her panties down a little, but bending at the waist a little to hide what she almost revealed. In a mere moment Amy was beside her, mimicking the pose. “Now, if you want to see what we have in our underwear, Daddy,” my daughter said licking her lips wickedly, “first you have to show us what you have in yours…” “Yeah, we already showed you everything else we have to show… your turn to show us something Mr. Morgan,” Amy teased, “let us see that big hard Daddy dick of yours…. Let your little girl and her friend see your throbbing man cock!” All hesitation was gone from me. Now I was just a man with needs, and they were the women I was going to fulfill those needs on. My mind was set on that. The fact that in my minds eye I could see both of them at play from their early years on? That I could remember them fighting over which Barbie doll got to ride in the plastic car with the Ken doll? That I had seen them both in braces and Amy in thick glasses, and that I could remember them both as gangly, squealing kids, running and playing in the back yard? That I could remember one of them being born? All fuel for the fire. Whatever they had been in the past for me, now they were hot, horny, clearly willing and ready to fuck females. I fully intended to take them up on the offer. So, I quickly unzipped my pants and yanked my rock hard, drooling, throbbing tower of flesh out in the open. Dancing Teens Ch. 02 Picking up where we left off... "Mmmm... show's not over yet, Daddy," Kelly said with a smile, her eyes locked hotly to mine. I swear, her gaze seemed to smolder. Then for a moment her gaze dropped to my lap and I knew my daughter was watching me jerk off, but it only turned me on more. Before she looked away she smiled a little broader – then she started to dance again. At this point, just when I thought things were about to settle down to a couple girls just dancing nude, since they had nothing left to strip off, my daughter and her friend again surprised me. Before my wide eyed, amazed gaze the two teenaged, barely legal gorgeous young girls turned to each other, and embraced passionately, their mouths melding in a tongue swapping kiss with practiced ease. Clearly (except for one of their Dad's watching) this was not a first for the two of them. My hand flew on my cock! Staring, mouth hanging open, hand moving of it's own accord, salivating and hornier than ever before in my life, including the night one of the stars of the show was conceived, I watched as my daughter and her hot little friend made out, their hands intimately touching, squeezing, and probing each other in places I'd never dared touch either of them – and all while they knew I, Kelly's Dad, was watching! Mouths moved to cover hard, pointing nipples. Tongues flicked out to tease. Hands dragged across smooth skin. Delicate fingers squeezed full breasts, round hips, smooth thighs. A cock throbbed in appreciation, drooling like a dog after the dinner bell. Hard clits emerged from their hiding places with a little coaxing, and pulling. A nipple was used to tease a clit. Eyes bugged from a man's head. Manicured, painted fingernails led the way, spelunking into warm, wet, and oh so tight caverns. Soft, feminine moans escaped from between red, full lips. Gasps soon followed. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, soft kisses began to rain down, splashing wetly against smooth, flawless skin. The fronts moved south, blowing quickly across mountains, plains, and at last arriving in the valleys. My staff in hand, I watched as the C's parted. I'm sure the sight was as awesome... And it was so hard that I was sure I could have struck it against a rock, and cracked the rock. Before my very eyes, my daughter and her best friend, two girls I'd watched grow up, moved into a 69 position, eagerly spreading their legs for each other, two gorgeous faces pressing into two delicate flowers. Hips squirmed and necks craned, tongues slithered and licked, lapped and flicked. Like two cats grooming each other, they lapped flat tongued at each other's pussies. Then tongues were used to fuck, stiffened and probing. One face pressed firmly to a yielding sex, the mouth open and searching, the other lifting, back arched, head thrown back, mouth open, gasping. The two of them rolled around on the floor together, relentlessly attacking each other between the legs. I could tell they were getting close to cumming, as I watched Amy lick my daughter's clit, two of her fingers pumping obscenely in and out of my little angel. But it wouldn't do for me to cum, too... I had to hold out! I was hoping there would be more in store for me than just a show... Then it happened. Kelly went over the edge. "Huh... huh... huh-huh-huh," she gasped, drawing in sharp little breaths. I watched as she greedily ground her crotch against her old friend's face. She lifted her face and I could see her chin and cheeks were slick with Amy's juices. She tried to gaze sexily at me, but couldn't keep it together. Her eyes clenched shut, her face contorting in ecstasy. Screams of passion filled the room. "Daddy," she moaned, "I'm cumming... ooo... I'm cumming Daddy..." and then softly, to herself, "Dad is watching me cum..." Precum flowed like the source of the Nile. Her orgasm passed, my daughter turned her attention to the pink slice of her friend's puffy, reddened cunt, attacking it with vengeance, as though in retribution. Under her, gorgeous Amy bucked, almost throwing the younger girl off, but like a seasoned cowgirl my baby rode rough and held on, her tongue lashing, her fingers rubbing, grinding, and fucking. Amy pounded her fists on the floor and groaned. "Dammit... dammit Kelly, oh shit..." Amy grunted, her words like escaping prisoners squeezing between the bars. Her teeth clenched, her brow knitted, and her hips rolled. "Oh, Kelly" she screamed, her voice rising like the wind blowing out the last fury of a storm, "YES!" And just like following a storm, my cock waved, standing free and tall, wet but unvanquished, like a tree with great, strong roots, swaying from the pulling it got. But I dare not touch it then, or it would give in. And so all three of us lay gasping, recovering from the mighty wind of passion... but we were in the eye of the storm! To be continued in part three... Dancing Teens Ch. 03 Picking up where we left off, again... We all lay still for a few moments, catching our breath. With each passing second, I felt my stamina returning, thank God. It was really something, let me tell you, to sit there, my cock standing out in the open, as I looked over the glistening, sweaty forms of the two gorgeous, curvaceous naked babes laying entwined in lesbian intimacy, all breasts and hips, legs and abs, wet, aromatic pussies, asses and slender arms, delicate fingers and lovely faces, long, wild hair... They were feminine sex incarnate, squared, and glowing like amber hot coals in post orgasmic bliss. Both of them hot, sexy women, grown from innocent girls before my eyes, over the years. And one of them my own flesh and blood. "Hmmm..." Kelly groaned, rolling over onto her back across the body of her best friend, who lay smiling in joy beneath her, and onto the floor, stretching like a cat, "Gaaaaaaaaddddddd..." Her face was perfect, more beautiful than her Mother ever had been, but reminiscent of the girl I had fallen for all those years before. High delicate cheekbones, sparkling green eyes, long, flowing red hair, like flame made of water spilling out onto the floor. Soft, fleshy lips, now free of the lip-gloss she wore earlier, undoubtedly now all over Amy's pussy. Lips perfect for kissing, for sucking cock, and for smiling. In short, I suddenly realized my own daughter was the most beautiful woman I'd ever beheld, and to think I almost went through life without noticing. After a few more seconds, my Darling Daughter's eyes lost their unfocused glaze, and I saw reason return to them. Then they focused on me. "Daddy," she said in a pity filled tone, "you didn't cum... you're still hard!" At that her friend came back to reality, her head snapping my direction. "Mr. Morgan, Jeezz... you're still hard? Wow, what a stud..." My daughter rose to her knees and crawled right over to me, only a few feet, the distance closed almost instantly, and my daughter pulled herself up between my legs, her naked arms resting against my legs, still in pants, her face only a half a foot from my leaky pipe, standing out from my open fly. Behind her, Amy rose to her knees and watched. "Daddy..." was all my baby girl said before she leaned forward, her mouth opening, tongue resting against her lower lip, and slowly took her Father's manhood into her soft, warm and wet mouth. "Haaahhhhh," I gasped, a sudden drawing in of breath. Despite the fact I'd watched her strip, despite the fact she'd eaten pussy in front of me, even despite the fact she'd watched me jerking off, the fact that my own daughter was now sucking my cock was a freight train, and my poor mind was a hobo on the tracks. Reality dissolved around me, and I became a big Daddy cock, in a warm, sucking Daughter mouth, and that's all. I was vaguely aware as Kelly wrapped one slender fingered hand around the root of my tree, her tongue lapping at my flowing sap. Vaguely comprehensive of her other hand raking over my chest, across my abs, feeling my muscles up under my shirt. Then I felt another delicate hand behind my head, fingers twining into my hair, and gently a soft but firm breast was pressed to my face, the nipple centered on my lips, and instinctively I began to suck. Like a jigsaw puzzle, reality came back into a single picture, piece by piece. I looked up as I took more perfect nineteen year old breast into my mouth, and saw sweet Amy smiling down at me, lust for me painted all over her lovely face, framed before the ceiling light as it was in her raven tresses with the glowing fringe. "Yeah," she said, smiling, her shoulders shaking a little, giving a little wobble to her soft mammaries, "suck my tits Mr. Morgan....". Then, more quietly, "you're finally sucking my tits, Mr. Morgan..." The suction on my cock was getting stronger. I looked into my lap and there my daughter's head bobbed rapidly up and down. Clearly, my little girl was loving the taste of her Daddy's precum, as she gobbled me ravenously, slurping and licking, not letting a drop of my fluids escape her greedy mouth. Now, as we men get older our Stamina tends to decline a bit, and lately I'd been feeling less virile than as a younger man. But my wife's passion had declined as well, so I figured it was nature's way of keeping you faithful... But now I was definitely anything but faithful, cheating on my wife with her (our) own daughter and the girl's little friend. And somehow, I knew that today I could cum in my daughter's mouth, and still rise to the challenge again, should they challenge me again. It was like there was Viagra in the air! I didn't want to warn her. I know it's selfish, but I always enjoyed cumming in a woman's mouth, especially if I could surprise her. Besides, the way my daughter was giving me head, I was sure she'd done it before. I expect she knew what to expect. And the pressure was building. I let my hands roam over the naked body of the girl who'd been asking "can Kelly come out and play" on my porch daily for years, since both of them were little, feeling that she had indeed grown up with every inch my man hands traveled. The girl smiled at me warmly. I was going to cum soon! I let one hand land on sweet Amy's perfect, tight little ass, the other came to behind her head. I meant to punish my daughter for seducing her poor defenseless Dad. Cumming down her throat without a word should teach the little darling a lesson. So instead of stiffening and grabbing her hair in warning, or groaning out an "I'm gonna cum" I instead forced my body to relax a bit, and drew young Amy down for a deep, tongue lashing kiss. In the middle of which, I let go. "Mmmmpppphhh," my daughter gurgled, surprised, her hands suddenly gripping hard to my hips as she took the length of my cock deep into her throat. To my surprise, she didn't back off. What a good girl! Deep inside my daughter's clutching throat, her tongue lashing wildly against the middle of the base of my manhood, my cock throbbed and spasmed inside the beautiful young woman I had made. Her eyes snapped up and locked onto mine, and I swear there were sparks leaping within them. She swallowed every drop. "God, that's so hot," Amy said, speaking for us all I think, "you're coming in your own daughter's mouth!" I couldn't agree more. To be continued... Dancing Teens Ch. 04 It felt like ages had passed when my beautiful little girl Kelly finally set my manhood free, having nursed it of every drop of life giving fluid it had in it. Like time was playing tricks on me. And though it had been almost too sensitive after my explosive orgasm in her mouth, in her mouth was where I wanted to be more than anything at that moment; the captive who’d become an accomplice of his captor. So, I rode out the spasms and agonistic ecstasies, until there was no more, and I flopped wilted, defeated, from her gorgeous maw. I lay gasping, sweating, and delirious as she mewled, and gently kissed my fallen soldier, over and over, cupping his spent stores of ammunition in her soft, miniature hand, before kissing me there as well, her tongue lashing out here and there, like life’s cruel irony. “Ooohhh… Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…” Kelly whispered in a wondrous, soft feminine tone, leaving baby kisses all over the one part of me she’d never been allowed to touch before today. Then another delicate, thin fingered feminine hand wound through my disheveled hair, gentle, almost unnoticed, like a lioness sneaking upon her prey, until it’s tenor changed, and it became, claw-like, demanding, and my head was jerked back, like the gazelle caught. “Huhhh,” I gasped, like a swimmer breaking the surface after a deep dive, and in the opening sweet Amy struck, her soft, pliant lips mashing insistently to mine, her tongue searching, making a meal of me. Gently, the slight weight and soft, curvaceous flesh of her slid over onto me, melding and sliding ever so sexily against me, and I was struck by how alike, and how different, her flesh was from mine. I closed my eyes, and instead stared at her with my hands, the warmth of her like sunlight glistening off tanned skin. She was beautiful to say the least. She was what makes a man’s life worth living, what makes being a beast made for burden bearable. Where I was hard, bulging, unrelenting, she was soft, yielding, sloping. Her soft but firm butt slid across me, and I felt the first stirrings of new life in my center. She was a priestess, and her spell was cast, and my warrior was resurrected, rampant, and ready for battle. I felt her weight change, she became lighter and I felt air rush across me, cooling my skin where one leg had been. Then the leg, powerful and sleek, came to rest beside my hip and she was astride me. A girlish hand took hold of me, and I was bent upwards. I felt the softest flesh of all flesh at my tip, and my eyes flew open. Amy was gazing into them, her own pupils like black pits, her irises glowing like gas flame, blue like a surreal sky. I knew then I was in the hand of my own daughter, and she was guiding me into the womanhood of her oldest friend, a girl I had practically raised. My mind raced through tending skinned knees, and complimenting new dresses, and years and years of haircuts, through visions of girlhood innocence, gangly early teen awkwardness, blossoming teen beauty and sensuality, and at last to the freshly matured womanly sexuality I was now presented with. She smiled, whispered, “I know, John,” and then we were one, kissing, sliding into/onto each other. Somewhere deep inside me, a spark found tinder, and became flame. In the distance, like an echo from far below, I heard Kelly whisper, “Oh… my God…” Sweet Amy was like a furnace inside, hot like my wife had been in her youth, tight, clinging, and wet. Her breasts rode against me, her nipples leaving wild circles of remembered contact as she rose, and fell, rose, and fell. Friction! Soft, all encompassing, delicious friction sent uncontrollable shivers through me. I realized now that I had wanted what I was getting for a long, long time. Amy rode me like she was at Gilley’s on the mechanical bull, and I did my best to buck and thrust from my place in the chair… but mostly it was all her. I was a slave bent to her will. I captured a nipple between my lips and she responded by grinding all the way down onto me. I liked that, so I did the same to her other nipple next. She didn’t disappoint. Then I had to take charge. I needed to rut into this willing bitch, I was feeling like a stud breeding dog. I decided to act like one, and standing I took her with me to the bed, collapsing on top of her making her squeal. But soon she grunted as I pulled on her hips, planted her round ass cheeks in position to receive my blows, and pummeled her poor defenseless pussy with rapid fire thrusts. Then Kelly got jealous. My daughter took my face in her hands, gently, me with my cock still in her best friend. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she said, her emerald eyes locked onto mine, “take me… I’ve always been yours…” And then she was against me, kissing, her hands on my shoulders, her bare breasts teasing my chest. Beneath us, I felt her friend slip out of the way, pulling off me with a hint of regret, and rolling me onto my back, maneuver me under my daughter. And then, with Amy’s hand guiding me to the opening of my daughter’s charms, I pressed into her. Kelly opened before me, and in a second I was in her to the top of the other girl’s fist. Then, for just a moment, I felt Amy’s delicate fingertips barely touching my cock, my balls, then Kelly wiggled her hips and slid the rest of the way down onto me, taking me inside. I had my cock in my little daughter’s pussy! There are some things in life momentous, some things earth-shattering, some things that shake you to the core, a body blow to your reality; and as my old self went through it’s death throes, the birth pangs of the new me, I realized that this was one of them. It’s an earthquake of the soul, fucking your daughter for the first time. I’d been rough with Amy, the girl who grew up down the street, carried away by the lust of finally fucking her. Not that she seemed to mind. But with the girl who grew up in the room down the hall I was gentle, deliberate. She was too. Slowly, our lips welded together in a searing kiss, as I felt her testing the muscles of her innards on me. We played a little game of flexing our intimate muscles for each other, her tightening like a slippery vise, then relaxing, me flexing and twitching, jerking within her. We both smiled at each other’s cleverness. My daughter had obviously been generous to a few of the boys at school. By now the room felt like a sauna, and reeked of sex. We three had perspired enough to fog the windows, and the TV screen where the forgotten stripping lessons tape was coming to an end bore beads of condensation, exaggerating the pixels into big red and green bars. The world was steam, water, and pleasure. “Ohhhh…. Fuck… Jesus, mmmmm,” Kelly groaned from between clenched teeth, “Daddy… Daddy, Daddy, Daddy….” Then she began to move, up and down, shimmy and shiver. It was incredible! I was lost for words, and not knowing what to say, I just kissed her. She responded with abandon, and soon we were kissing wildly, like lovers kept too long apart. “Daddy,” she whispered between kisses, “I love you… I love you sooo much…” “I,” gasping, “love you too, sweetheart,” and then, out of habit, added, “all the way around the world…” My baby daughter smiled at me sweetly, the old sentiment seeming perfect in our new, naughty predicament. But I could restrain myself no longer, and had to thrust more deeply, more rapidly, more insistently into her churning, molten core. Strong, sleek and powerful young legs tightened about me in reaction, and I asserted myself by rolling her onto her back, and pushing her hard into the mattress, grinding my pubic bone against hers. “Hauahhh…” she gasped, a sudden, harsh drawing in of breath, “Daddddyyyy…. Mmmmm…” But I could not reply, the action had nearly made me loose my composure. Determinedly, I gritted my teeth, and flexed my ass cheeks, tightening my internal muscles to prevent my untimely ejaculation, causing my cock to leap within my daughter. Shaking my head, I resolved not to underestimate her clutching love void again, lest my seed be sucked in like light into a black hole. Unfortunately, Kelly mistook this for a renewal of our previous game, and began to maddeningly clench and unclench, squeezing me with her powerful pelvic floor muscles. “Kelly, dear God,” I moaned, shivering wildly, at my wits end. This was all too much. Hell, just the sheer knowledge, the intensity of the act I was committing with my own daughter was enough to make me explode, but add that to the fact of her inescapable sexual power, the infinite pleasure her body inflicted, and I knew I would not hold out long. My only hope was to fuck her hard, and hope I could get her off before I lost it. “Hold on Baby,” I whispered in her each, arching my back like a murderer cocking his pistol, premeditated, deliberate. I tensed my muscles, readying myself for the 50 yard dash, and with a sprinter’s burst of speed and power, I suddenly began to mercilessly hammer my little girl, her eyes flying wide in surprise. “Oh… GOD… DADDY,” she screamed, her nails digging into my arms in an effort to gain some purchase, some leverage, but I was in control now. Looking into my eyes, she saw it, my maniacal need to ravage her, and in her eyes I saw a need to give in, to surrender. I realized with a start that I was as close to making her cum as I was to doing so myself. And so we kissed, and fucked. No more words for us now, only unintelligible grunts of passion. There was a ringing sound in my head, and I worried briefly that I would have a stroke or something, but I realized that it was the phone. To hell with answering that! But then I heard the door close, and small, bare feet padding down the stairs. Amy would get it in the kitchen… good. I returned my attention to fucking my baby girl. It was the highlight of my life to date, and luckily the distraction of the phone ringing had given me just enough pause to meet her needs before she met mine. We became a mechanical thing, moving rhythmically together in tandem. My daughter locked her eyes on me and I fell into them, like swimming in an ocean of green, like light through leaves. Then she closed her eyes, and arched her back, now moaning and thrashing wantonly. Cut off from the windows to her soul, I searched her lovely, flushed face, her wild, long, curly tresses the color of gold spun with cherry lifesavers, her pale skin, such a contrast to the freckles she was dotted with, the pink flush that spread down her neck and across her full, jiggling breasts. To think, I was actually fucking THIS beauty, and to top it, she was my own flesh and blood, the one person in the world who I had loved for every minute of her life. That was about it for me, and I felt my balls tighten up in insatiable need. The time had come. Desperately I tried to pull out, suddenly realizing I could impregnate her, my own daughter. But she was teetering on the edge too, and her eyes snapped open as I tried to pull away, and with insurmountable force she snapped her legs hard about me and yanked me back in. “Cum in me Daddy,” she whispered, urgently, “God I want you too…” Then she smiled, and added, “it’s ok, it’s already a part of me, in a way…” I guess that thought did it for her, because she closed her eyes, and came trembling and hard. Her nipples, though already very hard, tightened up to rock like bullets, and she groaned and even cried a little, so intense was it. And of course, it was much, much more than I could take. Every muscle in me tensed, and I froze, like a gargoyle turned to stone by the first rays of the sun. I was squirting into her then, firing my potency into her fertility, rending taboo fully, everything in the hands of Fate now. And then we collapsed, breathing like marathoners, kissing like fools. Dimly, I was aware of Amy snuggling her soft, flexible form against us now that we were still. “I love you, Daddy,” my angel whispered into my ear at a volume just above her heart beat, pounding in my ears along with my own. To be continued… Dancing Teens Both girls eyes went wide, and each of them seemed to lick their lips a little. Without speaking, they resumed the dance, and in a moment I had two teen girls pulling their panties off in front of me. Kelly stayed facing me, her eyes locked to mine and burning a hole in my soul as she slowly lowered the flimsy garment from between her legs, where it momentarily clung to her hot, moist center. Facing away from me Amy gave me the other view of a woman’s pussy as her panties snapped in one fluid motion from her thick lipped snatch and slid down her long legs, revealing her hot crotch to me. Smiling, I eyed both pussies and shamelessly stroked my cock. “Come here, girls,” I said, my voice confident and strong. To be continued…