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Daughter Lena Ch. 1

By: macfar



My daughter, Lena, has always been a wild one, just like her mother. And just like her mother, she's a looker. At 5' 4" and 110 pounds, she's cute as a button, and that natural red hair somewhat explains the temperament. Lena was 16 when her mother and I were married, and within a year we became best of buddies. She is a pleasure to be around and always the life of the party. After about two or so beers she becomes a real comedian and keeps me in stitches.

Although I have been told by at least three of her 5 ex-husbands that she ceases to be funny after about 6 months of marriage. I can't say that this was the first time I had lusted for her, but it was the first time I had the opportunity to fulfill my fantasies. My wife had gone to see our son in Florida and Lena was coming down hard from ex number five. Her and a friend had been hitting the bars pretty hard and I was truly concerned. Lena was not one to hold her liquor well and it was just a matter of time before she got in trouble. She gladly accepted my invitation to spend a couple days with me, time away from her problems and entertaining Dad while Mom was gone. I expected her in late on Friday night after work. It is about a three hour drive from where she lives. But instead, she and her friend, Donna, show up on my door step about noon. 

Now I have to tell you a little about Donna. She is the same age as Lena, 33, but shows the years a lot harder. Lena could easily pass for 21 or younger and frequently gets carded at the bars, much to Donna's dismay. But Donna is fun-loving just like Lena and has a tight firm body.

Being self-employed at home I was not prepared to just drop everything and start entertaining, so I sent the two rambunctious girls to a local pub with instructions to stay out of trouble, and I would join them for dinner. Although my work wasn't done, I couldn't concentrate on anything but what the girls were doing. So I wrapped things up and headed to the bar about 4:00PM. And, of course, when I got there they were both well on their way to causing a riot. Donna had evidently encouraged the attentions of a young man just about the time his girl friend came through the door. At least I think she was a girl. She was twice Donna's size and it was difficult in the poor light, but I was pretty sure she had a five o'clock shadow. Of course, Lena was right in her face and it was all I could do to separate the three of them. We managed to exit the bar without incident, but we had the dilemma of two cars at the bar. It wasn't exactly rocket science. Lena rode with me and Donna followed to one of my favorite eateries. What surprised me was Lena's comments in the car.

" Sometimes Donna can be such a bitch! What she really needs is some big dick to fuck her till she can't walk," she spouted.

"Why Lena, such language in front of your father. I can tell you've had too much to drink already," I replied.

"Bull Shit," she giggled. "Let's get Donna laid tonight, okay?" 

"It's OK by me, but Donna might have something to say about it. Don't you think so? Just bear in mind it's early and you might want to pace yourself a bit with the drinking," I responded, sounding like a father should.

The night proceeded as you might expect. These two characters kept me in stitches throughout our meal. Lena did her best to set Donna up. From the host to the bus boy, she made promises on Donna's behalf of wild monkey love. However, Donna never did catch on to Lena's true efforts and just chalked the evening up to more of Lena's weird humor. After dinner we resumed our two-vehicle caravan to a local dance hall. The music was loud and not of my liking, but the girls were having a ball. It probably wasn't until that evening that I realized what an alluring woman my daughter was. And, what a tease! Lena was wearing a nice pair of conservative shorts with a polo-type shirt, not too provocative, but tight enough to show her firm round ass. Donna, on the other hand was dressed more sluttish. She wore a short, mid-thigh, baby blue skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. And more than once during the evening she exposed her white bikinis. Even with her much larger boobs and sexy attire, Donna did not attract the men the way Lena did. There was just something about Lena that caused men to lust for her.

By about 10:00 this old man was wearing down, and both the girls had had way too much to drink. At one point they both left the table to head for the bar, giggling and clutching each other. At some point amid their stagger, they both fell down. The pair of them both splayed on the floor with legs tangled together was hilarious at first, then, the reality set in. While Lena was laughing uncontrollably, Donna lay in somewhat of a stupor on her ass and leaning back on her elbows. Her knees were raised and spread and her short skirt up around her waist. The white panties took on that florescent hue of the bar lights and the roundness and plumpness of her pussy was hypnotizing. I don't think I could have fucked her till she couldn't walk, but at that instant I would have given it a try. It was obviously time to go home. Without modesty but with a little help from Lena and me, Donna got to her feet. 

When I suggested it was time to go, I got the expected responses, but they finally agreed with one stipulation. We had to all have a parting shot of Jose Cuervo at the bar. A small price to pay to secure the safety of these two young drunks. I got them to the bar and placed the order, then excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I got back there were not three shots on the bar, but six. And there was an argument between the two girls as to who could drink the most. Before I could intervene, Donna killed three shots faster than I could believe. Even Lena was amazed, and before she could try to match the task, I grabbed two of the shots and drank them myself. I don't really like tequila, but I knew I would have my hands full with Donna and I was hoping for at least a little help from Lena. 

Lena finished the final shot as I drug them both toward the door. Ignoring the second vehicle, I directed them both to my car. With much ado I got them both in the car, with Donna in the middle and Lena riding shotgun. The ride home was only about 20 minutes and I was hoping to get there before either of them got sick or passed out. No such luck. Naturally with Donna in the middle, she was the one to get sick. I pulled over just in time, as Donna lay across Lena's lap puking her guts out on the curb. The whole time Lena laughed and carried on about Donna being weak and such a wimp. When Donna finally quit with the dry heaves, we pulled her back to an upright position and I started driving. By this time Donna was a rag doll. She leaned against me with her head on my shoulder and I pushed her head away. The puke breath was unbearable. Lena resumed her verbal attack on Donna, but talking to me rather than talking directly to Donna.

"I told you she was a bitch, didn't I? Just look at her. Dressing up to tease the guys but never coming through for them. And did you see those bikini panties, so damn tight you could read her lips?" As she spoke, Lena lifted Donna's skirt from her legs to her lap, exposing her panties. " I think she gets her rocks off by teasing instead of fucking. That's why she's such a frustrated bitch all the time." Lena grabbed Donna's right knee and pulled her legs far apart. With her right hand she pulled the elastic of Donna's panties aside to expose her hairy pussy. Then with her left hand she crudely dipped her middle finger into Donna's pussy. She pulled it out with a note of triumph and said, "See, I knew she would be all wet." Nonchalantly she wiped her wet finger on Donna's white blouse.

I was dumbstruck! "Lena, what the hell are you doing? You can't just…."

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Daddy O. You know you love it. Do you think I missed you staring at that pussy at the bar? And taking every opportunity to look up her skirt all night?" Lena burst out laughing. "I bet you've got a woody right now."

Fortunately I pulled into the driveway before the conversation could go any further.

"Just get the door for me so I can carry her inside," I said with some disgust.

As I picked Donna up I couldn't help but notice the crotch of her panties was still pulled aside and her pussy peeked out like some furry little animal trying to escape. I carried her into the house and lay her on the couch in the living room. Lena had gone to the bathroom as I smoothed Donna's skirt down over her thighs. I stood there looking down at helpless Donna. Under different circumstances I might have taken some liberties. In fact, if I could get Lena to go to bed……. My thoughts were interrupted by Lena's smug voice behind me. 

"Go ahead if you like. She will never know and I sure won't tell Mom."

"Lena don't be ridiculous. You just need to go to bed and sleep it off."

Lena stood next to me and we both stared down at Donna. "It's not ridiculous. I am sure you would love some young pussy. Okay, okay. If you don't want to fuck her, let's have a little fun." Once again Lena pulled the skirt up and exposed the white panties. "Tell me you're not enjoying this." I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare at Donna's tan legs and white panties.

"Here, Pop, let me give you a show." Having said that, Lena grabbed Donna under the shoulders and drug her to the middle of the floor. Then she took one of the cushions off the couch and put it on the floor at Donna's feet. "You sit there," she instructed. I did as I was told, still unable to speak. Lena spread Donna's legs apart as far as they would go without bending her knees. The light blue skirt draped down over Donna's pussy. Lena proceeded to unbutton Donna's blouse, exposing an equally white lace bra that conveniently hooked in the front. Instantly the bra snapped aside revealing two large breasts that sagged slightly as the support of the bra disappeared. Next Lena unsnapped the skirt on the side of the waistband and unwrapped the material. Donna lay spread eagle on the floor, totally exposed except for those radiant white panties. "Like what you see so far? Wouldn't you like to rub those silky panties? 

Like this?" With one hand Lena gently rubbed Donna's pantied pussy. All the time Lena watched me. Suddenly she burst into laughter. "You are loving this, aren't you? Come on, help me take her panties off." Without thinking, I rose from the cushion and kneeled between Donna's legs. My erection was more than obvious and Lena renewed her laughter. "I've never seen my Dad with a woody before." She rolled on to her side as she laughed hysterically. Embarrassed, I sat back on my legs. "This has gone far enough, now. Help me take her to bed," I stuttered. But I really was loving it and I knew it would go farther. While Lena tried to regain her composure, I was able to collect some thoughts of my own. I found myself wishing it was Lena passed out and Donna pressing these issues. Lust had taken over for my common sense and I was becoming more devious. "You know, Lena, Donna will get no pleasure from this. It won't even be a lesson to her. Perhaps we should do something that makes her realize what a fool she made of herself tonight." This got Lena's attention. "What did you have in mind, Pop."

"I don't know just yet. Maybe we should write a note and leave it in her panties, or better yet, get a Magic Marker and leave a message written on her belly. Something that doesn't implicate us, but tells her someone was there."

Lena's eyes sparkled. "Yeh, a message with a Magic Marker would be there for days! We can write it right on her pussy…no, she has too much damn hair for that. That black hair is disgusting. Women with lots of pubic hair should have it removed. Thank God I don't have that problem."

I immediately recognized her comments as my opportunity. "Don't tell me you shave your pussy." It was my turn to laugh.

Indignantly she responded without thinking. "I don't really need to. I don't have much to start with."

"Bull Shit," I said. "You're not 12 years old any more. I bet you have a big red bush just like your mother."

"I most certainly do not. And besides, my hair is a lot lighter than Mom's," she quickly defended.

"Well, I'll believe that when I see it. You know you talk a lot of shit but it is pretty obvious you don't have all the answers when it comes to the opposite sex and what they like,' I prodded.

Remember I mentioned the red hair and temperament? Did I mention the quick temper? Lena immediately stood up, unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them to the floor. She kicked them across the room and stood in just her shirt and pink cotton briefs. That moment is emblazoned on my memory. Her pussy bulged from under the soft cotton and a distinct camel toe was outlined. Her mons protruded well beyond her flat belly and cloth that would have been loose- fitting around a normal pussy was stretched tight, contouring the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen. Without delay, she peeled the briefs down her legs and stood proudly to display a glorious pink pussy with just a trace of fine red hair ending where the puffy outer labia hid her clit. The soft tissue of her pussy almost appeared abnormal and swollen, and seemed to beg for attention like a cuddly puppy. I lost all concentration and was once again unable to speak. All I could do was stare. When Lena finally realized what she had done, she was momentarily embarrassed. But embarrassing moments for my daughter were few and far between, and she recovered instantly.

"Now that we have that out of the way, she said, I have an idea. Let's shave Donna's pussy! Mom has those electric dog clippers in the garage. I'll get those while you get your shaving cream and razor." She bolted out of the living room in quest of the clippers while I walked in a trance to the bathroom. My dick was so hard it almost hurt. It had been a long time since this old man had had such a hardon. I returned to the living room to find Lena plugging in the clippers. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she still had no clothes on from the waist down, and her cute round ass didn't hide that bulbous pussy as she bent to the outlet.

She turned with a little girl grin and said, "Let's get a towel under her to catch the hair."

Always the practical one, my Lena. Removing Donna's panties exposed a huge black bush that spread from her inner thighs to just below her navel. And without hesitation Lena clicked on the clippers and went to work. At one point, I suppose from the noise and the vibration of the clippers against her pussy, Donna moaned and rolled her head. Lena's hand went to her mouth like a child caught in a prank, but Donna fell back into her stupor and Lena continued. In a matter of moments, Lena had clipped all Donna's hair off down to a short stubble. She turned to me with that same mischievous smirk and said, "Now it's your turn. You have to be better than me with a razor." Again I found myself kneeling between Donna's spread legs, enjoying the action but thinking of Lena's pussy. Then, as though she read my subconscious mind, Lena knelt, astraddle of Donna's torso and faced me to watch. What a delirious moment! There I was shaving one pretty pussy and staring at the pussy of my dreams. The nature of Lena's position spread her own pussy apart just far enough to expose her clit and inner lips. My staring must have been obvious, because Lena had to remind me of which pussy was being attended to. As I shaved, Lena's hands became my own, spreading Donna's pussy apart and stretching the skin when needed. Honestly, it was back-breaking work, bending over to perform at that level. And when I was satisfied with my efforts I straightened up and stretched my back. Lena did the same and once again I was afforded a view of that scrumptious pussy.

Lena dismounted Donna, giving me a quick shot of her naked crotch, and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned she presented some cocoa butter lotion. "We don't want her to chafe, now do we?" She poured some lotion into the palm of her hand and rubbed her hands together. I said, "No, let me." With a huge smile, she grabbed my hands to transfer what lotion she could. The touch was electric, and for a brief moment we just held hands, staring at each other. Her hands seemed so small and soft for such a brazen young woman. The moment ended and I turned my attentions to Donna. I applied the lotion lovingly, caressing each fold of her pussy, and spreading her inner lips to apply lotion even where it wasn't needed. Lena seemed mesmerized at what I was doing and I prolonged the activity just for her sake. I wondered at the time if Lena had some hidden lesbian desires or was just impressed at the gentleness of my touches. Lena sat crossed-legged beside me as continued the manipulations of Donna's unknowing pussy. Periodically I would insert my middle finger 2 or 3 inches into Donna's cunt, then withdraw and massage some more. Each time I did so, I noticed Lena would hold her breath until my finger came back. When this pattern repeated itself three or four times, I inserted two fingers as far as I could onto Donna's slick snatch. Lena actually gasped, but she wasn't to be caught, and diverted my attention by saying, "What's that big wet spot on the front of your pants, Pop?" I looked and momentarily felt my own embarrassment. Then guessing, but not knowing for sure, I said, "It's the same thing as that wet spot on the floor where you are sitting." Lena didn't say anything, but leaned forward across her own folded legs and laughed.

"Now can we put her to bed? Your prank of the century is complete," I mused.

Very seriously Lena asked, "Aren't you going to fuck her? She's yours and she ready. If you're shy I will go in the other room."

"Shy! Are you crazy. We are sitting here, Father and Daughter, shaving your friends pussy like it was a normal family outing. I have a raging hardon and your bare pussy, that is driving me insane, by the way, is so wet you will slosh when you walk. And you ask me if I am shy." 

We both rolled with laughter, and without saying another word, Lena followed my suit in taking Donna to the guest bedroom. She took her arms and I took her feet and we carried her like a sack of spuds, laughing like children all the while. Before we left the bedroom, Lena said, "Last chance. I don't want you sneaking in here in the wee hours to knock off a hunk."

We laughed again as we left the bedroom. Sometimes I think she can read my mind. Back in the living room we sat on the couch and mused at what Donna would think, then tried to come up with how this could happen while she was with us. As the laughter and jokes subsided I asked Lena, "Hon, tell me something. What turned you on so much? Was it the sight of Donna's pussy?" 

"Hell no. I'm not queer. I don't know, maybe it was seeing you so excited, or maybe it was just the "playing nasty" thing. I don't know, Dad, but it sure did get me pumped. What turned you on so much?"

"Me? Well that's pretty obvious, isn't it? I am a man, you know. How could I not be aroused staring and playing with a pussy?"

"Would you have done this if I hadn't been her and the opportunity was? And honestly, would you have fucked her?"

"Lena, that's hard to say. You know a stiff prick has no conscience, but I think you being here really added to the excitement. I would never have dreamed we would ever do anything like this. I mean, look at us. You are still semi nude and we are talking about shaving pussies and getting turned on. It might be a little late for a birds and bees talk. But I'm not letting you slide on my question. Why did you get so turned on?"

"I really don't know. I guess the worst part, or maybe best part, was the thing with the lotion.

I have never seen anything like that and I could almost feel it. Really, Dad, it was almost like feeling that cool lotion on my own pussy. And when you fingered her, I swear I could feel you inside me. Satisfied now? I'm being boldly honest. You can bet your ass I'm going to buy some of that shit for myself."


Daughter Lena Ch. 1



Our mutual laughter eased the tension, but not for long.

I turned away from Lena who was sitting in the corner of the couch with her knees pulled up tight o her chest and said, "As long as we're being boldly honest, the shock of you showing me your almost hairless pussy and seeing you get dripping wet was far more exciting than anything I did to Donna. We have had a great time tonight and I think it would be wrong for us to have sex together, but I would love to put some lotion on you. Are you game?"

"Whoa, Papasan. Looking and lusting is one thing, but touching is something else. I think you are the sexiest man alive but I could never betray Mom by making love to you. Then again if we put limits on, maybe there is a way. I'm getting wet all over again just thinking about the possibilities. Tell you what. I'll let you put lotion on me with these conditions. 1) We don't get totally naked. Don't know why, just something about still having some clothes on that makes it OK. 2) This has to be a one-time event. No repeat performances. I'm not sure I will be able to face you when I'm sober as it is. And 3) I get to put lotion on you too. Do we have a deal?"

"Such a deal! If you're sure about this, I'll get the lotion." I didn't give her the chance to object. I turned to get the lotion and when I turned back around, she was lying flat on her back, legs together and arms folded over her chest. I thought in seeing her pussy the first time that it was huge, but seeing it while she was on her back was awesome. Her mound was so large that it seemed to loom higher than her small breasts. The sight of her made me gasp for air and my heart rate must have increased to sprint mode. I knelt next to the couch and ogled over her prone body. Her eyes were shut and she almost quivered in anticipation of my touch. I took her arms and lay them at her sides and slowly lifted her shirt. I wanted to be greedy and ravish her, but more than that I wanted her to reach levels of excitement she had obviously never reached before. Lena's small pert breasts didn't require the support of a bra and she seldom wore one. I lay the shirt above her breasts and for an instant thought I was looking at the body of a pre-teen girl. The tiny titties and almost hairless pussy were marvelous. As softly as I could, I touched her tiny nipples, moving in ever-increasing circles until my fingers touched the flat of her chest, then trailed them downward toward her navel through the faintest of downy fuzz. With the art of a masseuse my fingers barely touched and caressed the surface of her skin as I progressed downward. I stopped short of that glorious mound and repeated the procedure several times. Each time I approached the fine red hair on her pussy she involuntarily raised her hips to meet my touch. In a quiet, wavering voice she asked, "What about the lotion?"

"All in good time, my Love. First I want to touch the "natural" you." I readjusted my position on the floor so that I could reach Lena's feet and legs. I started at the ankles and worked the same magic upward stopping just short of her heated pussy. The involuntary action this time was to spread her legs as I approached her center. Each time she spread them, I gently closed them and started the action again. Finally I could stand it no longer. I centered myself with her pussy and with the same light massage technique, caressed her mound, dipping lower and lower toward her clit with each revolution. Her hands went to her breasts and mimicked my motions. 

Her breathing was heavy and she softly moaned with every breath. Her breathing and her hands stopped when I pulled her feet up to her buttocks and as I slowly spread her knees apart, I almost shot my load against the side of the couch. Her juices lined the inside of her thighs half way down her legs. A large spot of moisture had spread on the sofa cushion and as I spread her knees farther I watched as her thick wetness literally ran from her open cunt into the crack of her ass. Starting on the inside of her thighs, I started the small circles aiming at the center of her womanhood. With greater pressure I massaged her outer labia, gently kneading the soft flesh and working from her sloshing hole to her engorged clit, now poking its curious head from the folds. Cupping my hand, I covered her whole pussy with my fingers brushing the cushion. 

Then in an upward motion I pulled copious amounts of her hot fluids up and over her mound. I did this several times until her entire pussy glistened with her sweet juices. I knew it was a risk and I didn't want to spoil the mood, but I just had to ask, "We can't use lotion yet. Do you know why?" "No," she said in a whimpering voice. "Because it tastes terrible. Ready or not here I come, well I'm not really cumming, but you know what I mean," I joked. "Go for it," she laughed, "but just quit messing around. This is serious shit." It was a huge couch and allowed me the pleasure to lie on my stomach between her legs and only have my legs from the knees down hanging over the far edge. First I blew lightly on her wet pussy and goose bumps formed on the inside of her thighs. But before I would allow myself to taste that glorious mound, I put my face as close as I could without touching and inhaled that naturally perfumed scent. Then ever so gently touched the tip of my tongue directly on her clit.

She jolted and her eyes flew open. "If you do that shit again, I am going to Cum all over your face before you can pull away," she gasped. "All in due time, my Dear. I am looking forward to becoming a glazed donut," I responded. The next touch of my tongue was where my Daddy used to call the "taint" skin. Taint pussy and taint asshole, just somewhere in between. As I licked upward I could taste the sweetness of my daughter, lapping up enough of her juices to make me swallow the sweet nectar. The texture was slick and coated my mouth and throat as I swallowed. 

The taste was sweet but slightly acidic. The volume was immense. I would stop short of her enflamed clit, not because I didn't want to pleasure her, but because I wanted to extend my own greedy pleasures. I licked all the juices from her thighs and those I spread over her puffy mound. When only the remnants of my saliva glistened on her pussy, I started again, only to fill my mouth again with those luscious fluids. Her fists squeezed the cushions on the couch and I could tell she wanted immediate release. But knowing this was an opportunity I could only dream about in the future, I wasn't ready to end it. Pulling my mouth away from her wanton cunt, I slowly slid on finger into her steaming hole. She tightened and froze for a moment, then relaxed and resumed her soft moans. 

In a single forward motion I pushed my finger to the hilt, the moved my finger inside her in a "come here" motion. With her juices in a continuous flow the second finger went in just as easily. The third encountered more tightness until I worked it in and out several times. Lena was in a frenzy and my thrusts into her tight cunt were coming faster and harder. One finger of the second hand joined the three from the first and so on until I was fucking my daughter with three fingers on each hand, and we were both loving it. Now was the time to bring her to heights yet unknown. 

I was in absolute control and she loved that as well. Still pumping my fingers in and out of her I clamped my mouth down hard on her pussy and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. The response was unmistakable as her body shook and spasms of orgasms wrenched her body. Her legs clamped tight to the side of my head and her hands tried to push my face away. But that wasn't going to happen. I continued sucking and pumping, and sucking and pumping until once again her body writhed in pleasure. With a last quiver and jerk she lay motionless. I looked up, hoping to see the joy on her face, but it was buried beneath her folded arms. I very gently withdrew my fingers as she jerked once more.

"Lena? Lena, are you alright," I asked.

With her arms still covering her face she said, "You bastard, I never did get that lotion."

"Maybe another time sweetheart when you can control your body to the point of not trying to drown me," I said. She laughed weekly but didn't respond. "I don't think we're quite done yet, but don't worry, it won't take long," I added. She moved her arms away and smiled down at me. "Go wash your face, for Heavens sake. You're a mess," she chortled. When I got up she followed me into the bathroom and stood in the doorway while I washed my face. Then with that girlish smirk she said, "Sit up there on the counter top, Big Boy. You're not getting any lotion either." 

I removed my pants, wet from my own flowing juices and sat on the counter. She wasted no time in putting her mouth on the head of my cock. I warned her that I was on the verge and that it would be her only warning, but as usual, she ignored me. My hardest cock is only about 7 inches and she took the better half in a single gulp. On her second downward stroke she swallowed my entire cock. Her lips pressed tight against the base of my cock and her tongue licked at my balls. It was way too much for me and her throat tightened as my cock swelled in anticipation of my cum. 

She knew what was coming and only sucked harder. I pulled her head harder to my body but could go no farther down her throat. The cum came hard and fast and I never even felt her swallow. She continued the pressure without pulling off my cock until the sensations were unbearable. When her mouth finally released its death grip, she pulled her mouth off my withering dick. The smile was back as she cleaned the last cum drops from my cock, then methodically started licking my balls. I thought heaven had come and gone, but not so. Her mouth once again sucked my prick in and she started a rapid up and down motion while fondling by balls. I thought it was an effort in futility and actually somewhat annoying at first. Then the feelings started again and I could feel my dick growing in her hot mouth. "Wait, Babe, this is not very comfortable," I told her. 

Actually I would have sat on a bed of coals to have the experience, but I wanted to touch her again. I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. "Since you're not to be out-done, at least let me touch you while you're doing the deed. Don't worry, I won't ask to fuck you, although we would probably both agree at this point. I'll lie down and you kneel next to me. That way I can put my fingers in you. I promise it will help me come again." She did as requested and I found myself once again hot for that young pussy. I pumped two fingers in and out of that slick cunt, her juices flooding over my hand, in the same rhythm that she mouth-stoked my cock. The timing could not have been more perfect. I felt her cunt tighten and her orgasm start just as I started cumming in her mouth for the second time. Again she took my cock to the full length and sucked me dry.

We both lay on the bed in silence for a few minutes. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to sleep in the same bed, do you," I finally asked.

"Fuck no, you horny old bastard. And besides I want to be there when Donna wakes up tomorrow."

Laughter ensued and Lena left my room. The sun would rise in the next hour or so and all I could do was think about that precious pussy of my daughter's. I wondered how things would be in the daylight.

The next day Lena and Donna recovered Donna's car and loaded to head home, the silence was deafening. When I asked if everything was OK, Lena just smiled and winked. Lena gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "Let me know when Mom leaves town again." "You know I will since you still owe me one," I responded. Her expression questioned the comment at first, then she caught on. "Indeed I do. Later Pops," she laughed as she got in the car.



Daughter Lena Ch. 2



Hardly more than a week had passed since Lena and I had shared a miraculous evening, and I was still reeling from the event. There had been moments when I thought it had all been a dream, and yet the reality of it was overwhelming. Lena had conditioned our encounter with the stipulation that it could never happen again. And I had accepted that condition. Yet I yearned for a second round with my beautiful daughter to confirm the taste, smell and feel of that beautiful pussy that haunted my memories. And recalling her parting comment, "Call me when Mom's out of town again," I longed for a repeat performance. Needless to say, I was shocked when Lena called me. Once again a single woman, it seemed that she needed some minor home repairs, leaky faucets and the like. There were no innuendos or insinuations, just Lena asking Dad for help, like she had done so many times in the past.

"Sure, Hon," I said. "I'll try to make it down toward the end of the week."

But I had a dilemma. It was a certainty that my wife would want to accompany me to our daughter's, and that would ruin everything. Then the notion struck me. As a consultant I traveled considerably. I would plan a business trip a few days in advance, then swing by Lena's town on Friday. My wife never wanted to go on business trips. The days seemed to last forever and the nights, dreaming of Lena, were almost unbearable. Finally, on Wednesday of that week I left home. I was able to accomplish nothing in two days of business travel, and I rolled into Lena's town about 8:00 PM Thursday night. I was sure she wasn't expecting me until sometime Friday and I had some qualms about showing up unexpected. But that didn't stop me. I knocked on the door, then, as usual, went in announcing my presence.

"Hey, anybody home? The plumber's here."

I found Lena and Donna sitting in the living room drinking a beer. Lena rose and gave me a quick daughterly hug, and I said hello to Donna. Why did she have to be there? I wanted time alone with Lena.

"Youn don't know where a guy could do some easy chores for a night's room and board, do you?", I said.

Quick to respond, Lena said, "You bet, there, buddy. Always willing to help out a good looking guy."

I sat next to Lena and asked Donna, "So have you fully recovered since the last time we were together?"

Being a little quicker than I gave her credit for, Donna replied, "Not completely. I suppose it will take a little longer for things to get back to normal." At that comment she leered at Lena, who burst into laughter.

"I told her it was us, Dad. And after a day or so of not talking to me, she agreed it was kind of funny," Lena confessed.

I was embarrassed beyond belief. Had she told Donna everything? Did Donna know about Lena and I? I was ready to shrink into the cushions of the couch.

Donna rescued me. "Don't sweat it. At least you were a gentleman about it. I guess you could have done much more than you did. At least it was you and not some stranger without a conscience. It's still embarrassing, though, not to mention itchy. Well, I gotta split. You guys enjoy your handi-work." 

Donna quickly departed, leaving Lena and I in a very uncomfortable silence.

Being the first to speak, I said, "Shall we get started tonight or wait until tomorrow?"

"No, it's too late to mess with this shit now. Tomorrow will be fine. I talked to Mom today and she said she thought you might be here tonight. I was surprised she wasn't coming too. I have had a lot of mixed emotions about you coming alone. Dad, I don't want to get involved with something that will eventually cause us both some grief. But I have to admit you have been on my mind a lot." 

Lena's expression was much more serious than I was accustomed to, and I began to think that all this was a huge mistake. As much as I wanted Lena physically, I didn't want to destroy our relationship.

"Lena, you know I would never lie to you, so I will admit that I came here tonight with visions of grandeur. I know you said there couldn't be any repeat performances, but haven't I always taught you to repay your debts?" I broke the seriousness with a big grin.

"Asshole," she said, as she jumped from the couch and headed for the kitchen. "When I found out you were coming tonight, I went to the store and picked us up a little supper and dessert. Come see what I got."

I followed her to the kitchen, surprised at the instant change of subject matter. She opened the frig and produced two sub sandwiches and a couple bottles of beer. We sat at the kitchen bar and ate a quick bite, conversing like the old days. She assured me that Donna didn't know anything more, then bad-mouthed her latest ex. We finished the sandwiches and each grabbed another beer to take to the living room. For about an hour we just talked and laughed and drank beer, and Lena's great humor almost made me forget the lust I felt for her earlier. I was about to concede that our encounter had, indeed, been a one-time event, when Lena said, "Do you want to see what I got us for dessert?'

"Sure," I said innocently.

Again we went to the kitchen where Lena opened a cupboard. When she turned around she held two large bottles of cocoa butter lotion. That girlish grin spread across her face, and she ran for the couch.

"This time I will get my lotion," she giggled. "You know, actually, I bought a bottle earlier this week, but I am afraid I used it all up," she said, feigning innocence.

"And just how did you use a whole bottle of lotion in such a short period of time," I said, playing the game.

"Now how do you suppose? Because my skin was extremely dry? No. Because I just like the smell? No. I guess it was because thinking about that night makes me so God-damned horny I can't stop jacking off, Shithead! Now, first things , first. There's this debt I owe."

Lena literally pushed me down on the couch, then bent over and began unbuckling my belt. Without speaking I assisted her in getting my pants pulled down to my knees. She immediately went to work on my already stiff prick. A couple gentle stokes at first, then with her tongue she started small circles on the head of my cock, much like the motions I did during our massage session. As the circles increased, so did the surface contact with her tongue. It was as though her tongue was wrapping the head of my cock in a warm, silky, wet blanket. Several minutes of this action without her lips even touching me, was quickly bringing me to the edge. But it was an edge I didn't want to hurry.

"Hey, Speedy, what's the rush?", I said as I pushed her away.

"No rush, Pop. But when the nights over I want you to be indebted to me." She giggled and tried to resume .

"Wait a minute. I have a serious question," I said. "All your life you have had a high gag reflex. You trim every ounce of fat from your meat before you eat it because you say the texture of the fats gags you. You have never eaten any foods that have the slightest hint of being slimy, yet you swallowed my cum like it wasn't there. What's the deal?"

"No big deal," she said. "I just make sure that when you cum your cock is in my throat, not my mouth. That way I don't taste it or feel it. I guess that works out good for both of us, huh? It's just a good thing that you don't have a short dick. Now if it's alright with you, I have work to do."

Immediately Lena swallowed my cock, but with me on the couch and her kneeling on the floor, she was at a 90 degree angle to me and could not get quite the depth of penetration she had before. It didn't matter though. My cock was still lodged deep in her throat and the feeling was even better than the memory. Between the suction and the motion and the warmth, Lena got the best of me in minutes, as my cum exploded deep in her throat. Then as quickly as she had started, she rose, pushed my feet off the couch and sat next to me.

"You look silly," she laughed, as I sat there with my pants around my ankles, a flaccid dick and fully clothed above the waste.

With some embarrassment I pulled up my pants, not bothering to zip up, and sat back down.

"Well now what, since you have taken me out of the mood?", I joked.

"Now we re-establish the rules," Lena said with a straight face. "Get this straight Old Man, I am NOT going to fuck you. And you have to promise me that no matter what, you won't ask. I guess I'm game for anything else. Deal?"

"If we don't have to keep any clothes on, it's a deal. You have my word, I won't ask," I quickly replied. "So what next?"

"Well, I don't know what's next, but I do know that I want that lotion thing. I wasn't kidding when I said I had jerked off all week thinking about it. But putting the lotion on myself just isn't what I want it to be. It doesn't feel like I think it will if you touch me like you touched Donna that night. Shit, I'm sopping wet just at the thought of it. Then on the other hand, you have the most talented tongue in the world, and I don't suppose you're big on the idea of spreading lotion with your tongue, are you?"

"Well that might take some of the fun out of it, but you are forgetting that we don't have to adhere to any schedules," I responded. We could do lotion, then shower. Or do tongue, then lotion. And don't forget, there's tomorrow. Let's just see what happens. Grab your lotion, Kid, and let's go to your bedroom. But first, call your Mom and make sure she's not on her way down here."

Lena's eyes flashed panic, and she literally ran to the phone. She returned momentarily.

"I told her you hadn't got here yet and she said to have you call her in the morning," Lena sighed with relief.

"Great, let the games begin," I yelled.

We raced to the bedroom and began a speedy disrobing. I was the first to finish, but I did have a head start. Before Lena could finish, I asked her to stop. It must have been a funny sight, me standing there nude with my pecker sticking out, because Lena grinned ear to ear.

"Why don't you ever wear sexy underwear? Over the years I have never even seen a pair in the laundry? That surprises me for someone who is as passionate as you are," I asked.

"And would you leave your panties on for a little while?"

"Sure, I'll leave them on if that's what you want. I would like to wear sexy clothes but I'm not built right for them. I have small tits and a huge pussy, in case you haven't noticed. I can't wear tight jeans or shorts because I am embarrassed of the bulges. I call it my camel hump," she said as she thrust her hips forward, the cotton of her underwear perfectly contouring her immense pubic area. "Panties that fit me in the butt, cut my pussy in half and it gets pretty uncomfortable. So I just wear what feels good. What you see is what you get."

"I love what I see, and I love that camel hump. And you shouldn't be embarrassed about anything. Any red-blooded male would love to get a peek at that bulge," I responded. "Now, leave your panties on and lie down in the center of the bed, on your stomach."

In her usual exuberance, Lena dove for the bed, covered her head up with a pillow and said, "Don't spank me, Daddy." I loved the look of her tight, round butt covered by the white cotton panties. I opened a new bottle of lotion, but instead of putting some in my hand, I started pouring directly from the bottle, starting at the base of her neck. I dribbled lotion down her spine, across her panties and down each leg. Lena sucked in her breath and arched her back at the coolness of the thick liquid. I had applied way too much lotion, but it was intentional. I sat the lotion aside and straddled her small body, pressing my balls against her ass. I began a rigorous bona-fide massage, kneading and working the muscles of her neck, shoulders and back. Then I moved to her legs and feet and continued the massage. I could feel the tension pour from her body. When I was done , her back and legs were covered with excess lotion and I proceeded to dry my hands on the material covering her ass. After several times of rubbing her skin, then transferring the lotion to her panties, her skin was somewhat dry, but her panties were drenched. The wetter the material became, the more the thin cotton grew transparent. I forced the wet panties deep into the crack of her ass and felt her clench her ass cheeks. I spread her legs wide and kneeled between them, then resumed her ass massage. The more she resisted my probing, the harder I pressed the issue. I pushed both thumbs deep into her crack, guessing the location of her ass hole, then pulled them apart, massaging each globe. The lotion wasn't the only thing making her panties wet. Her entire crotch was wet from within. I rose from the bed, my cock dripping from my own excitement. 

"Turn over, Babe, it's time to do the front," I instructed.

"Boy, am I ready. That was really nice, but if all I wanted was a massage, I could have gone to the health club," she mused.

"So what do you want, you little tramp. Come on, tell me," I teased

"You know exactly what I want, Asshole." Lena seemed a little testy.

"You get nothing till you tell me. What, you want me to smother your pussy with lotion? Tell me."

"Fine! I want you to pour that shit all over my body! I want you to smother my pussy with it! I want you to finger fuck me till I cum all over the bed! DO IT, DAD, NOW!"

"Well why didn't you just say so," I laughed, then poured most of the remaining lotion on her bare belly. She gasped, then giggled, as the lotion spilled down her sides onto the bed. As she lay back, I quickly spread the remaining lotion over the entire front of her body, with copious amounts onto her cotton-covered mound. We both giggled hysterically until I got serious. I must brag that I have an excellent touch, and when I started manipulating her nipples, she got really quiet. I proceeded in the same manner as I had done her back, and when it came time to massage her pussy, her panties clung to her folds and bulges. Kneeling at her side, I rubbed and pushed on her pussy, never pulling the panties aside, until the frail material was stretched and loose. Then I inserted one finger into her hot, wet cunt. The panties followed, puckering around my finger as I forced them inside her. Once again the material was tight on her mound and her enflamed clit was pushing for release. When my finger came out, the panties stayed in, leaving a funnel-shaped hole in the absence of my finger. I replaced my first digit with two and finger fucked Lena as hard and as deep as the material would allow. Lena panted and bucked her hips to the rhythm of my fucking and would surely have cum, had I allowed it.

"Take your wet panties off, you naughty girl," I demanded.

"I'm glad you have finally had enough of those, you pervert," she responded.

She rolled the slick panties off and resumed her spread eagle position. And I resumed my work on her hot cunt. The size of her pussy still amazed me. It wasn't that she had a cavernous hole, in fact, that was small and tight. It was her immense pubic mound and puffy outer lips that intrigued me. The mixture of her juices and the lotion made my fingers slide in and out without the slightest resistance. I put my hands together in a prayer position and folded two on each hand back so that my index and middle fingers protruded. I fucked her that way, pushing in far enough to allow both thumbs to slide up her slit to her swollen clit. Her gyrations returned and I could see she was ready to cum. I added a third finger from each hand and continued fucking, pinching her clit between my thumbs with each stroke. After a few strokes, and anticipating her orgasm, I added the final fingers so that I was fucking her with both hands. Suddenly she arched her back and her body started to quiver. I fucked her feverishly, assaulting her clit with every stroke. Her body fell back to the bed and I slowly withdrew. Her breathing was heavy as she lie there with her eyes closed.

"That was the hardest cum I have ever had, but what the hell did you do, stick your foot in me? You just about ripped me apart," she moaned.

"I think I lost my watch," I joked.

"Lie down, Two Stroke, let's see how fast I can get your rocks off." 

I flopped onto my back with my cock throbbing. A string of pre-cum dripped to my belly. Lena opened the other lotion bottle and poured some over my jerking cock. Totally ignoring the rest of my body, she went right to work on my meat. With one hand she took long smooth strokes, coming clear off my prick then forcing the head back through her fist on the downstroke. With the other hand she kneaded my balls. I didn't count, but I started cumming after 4 or 5 strokes, and Lena watched intently as my cum shot up on my belly and oozed down over her hand. It seemed to end so quickly and I was feeling somewhat odd.

"Let's jump in the shower and see what kind of trouble we can get into there," Lena suggested. I watched her cute ass as I followed her like a puppy dog to the bathroom, but that's another story.



Daughter Lena Ch. 3



Lena's shower was one of those huge, dual-headed jobs with a built-in seat at one end. It was actually something I designed when she had her home built.

"Go ahead and get the water running, I'm going to lock up," I said.

When I returned to the bathroom the steam had already fogged the mirrors and I could see through the glass that she was sitting at the end of the shower. As I stepped in I was amazed all over again at how sensuous my little girl had become. She was sitting, legs apart, and leaning back, allowing the hot water to stream over her face and body. Her tiny body glistened as the water beaded over her lotion-soaked breasts and down over her swollen, pink pussy. Although I had cum twice in the last couple of hours, Ole Fred jerked and started another rise in response to the sight. 

"There's enough room in here for the whole team, Coach," I jested.

"My Dad talked me into building this big son-of-a-bitch. Now there's a man with vision," she answered. "I feel like a greased pig. Wanna wash some of this lotion off?"

"It would indeed be a pleasure. Would you like to stand or just sit there on your ass while I do your bidding?"

She rose quickly, saying, "Since I have lotion in every crack and crevice of my body, I had better stand so we can get it all."

The smell of the Ivory soap was pleasant as I began to rub the large white bar on her skin. I redirected both of the shower heads away so I could work up a good lather. From her neck down, her body became an iridescent mass of bubbles, as I very tenderly scrubbed every square inch of her skin. Her nipples got extra attention, as did her slick pussy, and her eyes closed as she gave me full access to her body.

"So far, so good, but that nasty crotch needs some special attention. Put your leg up on the seat and let Daddy get you real clean," I rasped.

Without speaking, she turned, put one foot up on the seat and stood still. I circled the huge bar of soap around her entire crotch until it was smothered in white froth. Then with my fingers I scoured every fold and wrinkle, pulling the frail skin back from her enflamed clit and gently flicking her engorged bud. Her supporting leg buckled slightly and she rested one hand on my shoulder. Once again I redirected the spray and rinsed her thoroughly.

"Clean enough to eat off of," I quipped.

"You might have to prove that before we're done, you know," she answered. "Now how about that filthy old body of yours?"

She returned all favors and before she was done I had a raging hard-on. She spread the glans of my penis apart and inserted the very tip of her little finger inside. It seemed to burn a little but the sensation was wonderful. She scrubbed hard at the hair around my cock and on my ass, and electrical shocks seemed to jolt through my body as her fingers brushed across my anus. I had never had anything inserted up my ass before and as her small index finger pressed hard against my sphincter and into my asshole, I felt an immediate urge to cum.

"Oh shit, Lena," I yelled as my cum shot through the bubbles. And I grabbed my own cock to finish what she had started. I truly caught her off guard.

With a huge grin she said, "Wow, that was about the coolest thing I have ever seen. Was that just because I put my finger in your ass?"

"Don't ask me why. It was a first for me as well," I responded, catching my breath.

"It was pretty cool to see you jack off like that too. I think I will start calling you Two-Stroke," she added.

"Well someone had to finish me off while you were standing there with your mouth open," I came back.

Silence ensued as I rinsed off, thinking I was ready to get out of the shower and rest a while. I thought that I was surely done for the night. I had never cum so often in such a short time frame. Then once again, as though reading my mind, Lena said, "You rest now before your old heart quits on you. Your dick already has," she laughed as she looked down at my withered cock. Saying no more she sat down and started playing with her pussy. "You may be done for a while, but you've got me pumped," she said. With legs spread she used just one finger to flick at her clit and I could see that the moisture on her crotch was not water or soap. She lay her head back against the wall of the shower and resumed her masturbation, earnestly manipulating her demanding pussy.

I watched for a moment, then asked, "Do you ever finger fuck yourself when you jack off?" Without opening her eyes or breaking stride on her clit, she said, "No, when I jack off it's because I just want to cum, not provide extended pleasure. But if you'd like to help me out in that regard, you had better hurry."

I knelt between her spread legs and slowly slid two fingers into her wet pussy. She responded with a moan and increased the intensity in which she strummed her clit.

I admit that my level of lust had waned somewhat and my intentions were just to please Lena. But I wanted something different for her, and I had more questions.

"Have you ever done this before while someone was watching," I asked.

"Never, and it really turns me on with you watching," she answered.

I noticed on a shelf beneath one of the shower heads, was an array of shampoos and conditioners. I knew instantly what I was going to do. I grabbed a bottle of conditioner about 9" long and about 3" in diameter. When my pumping fingers left her pussy, her eyes opened to see what I was doing. She saw me grab the bottle and could only mutter,

"What are you doing now, you kinky fucker?"

I returned to my kneeling position and her eyes closed again, resigning herself to whatever I wanted to do. The cap on the bottle was slightly smaller and fortunately the shoulders rounded somewhat. I didn't have much problem easing the cylinder into her cunt. It was slick and hard to grasp, but I managed to pump it in and out of her wet pussy. With each stroke I pushed a little harder and soon the entire bottle was engulfed by her pussy, leaving only a half inch or so of the bottle exposed. Her hot cunt was obviously as deep as her throat and the tender skin framing the plastic bottle seemed stretched to its limits. Her orgasm came hard and she jerked violently as I held a thumb against the bottle to keep her from pushing it out. When her pleasure subsided, I released my pressure and watched the bottle ooze from her spent pussy. She sat motionless for a moment then rose and began shampooing her hair. No words passed as I stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel.

Fifteen or twenty minutes must have passed. I had gone to the living room with a towel around me and was watching TV. Lena appeared with a towel around her head and a long terry-cloth robe covering her body. She sat next to me without a word. Another 15 or 20 minutes passed as we sat there in silence watching the tube.

"Dad, we need to talk. And I have a confession. When I started playing with myself in the shower I was hoping that you would just stick your cock in me and not even ask. Now I'm glad you didn't, and what you did do was awfully nice, but I am afraid that we are going to end up fucking and I really don't want that."

"The thought didn't cross my mind, but then again, Ole Fred couldn't have responded that soon even for your sweet pussy," I said. "I do understand your concerns and we both know that all the playing in the world doesn't replace a good old fashioned fucking. At least for me it doesn't."

"That's what I am getting at. For me it's not a big deal, but I know sooner or later you're going to want to put your dick in me and I'm afraid that when I am in the ether, I won't be able to say no. So here's what I think we should do. Are you ready for this Ole Man? Tomorrow I am going to ask Donna over and you're going to fuck her instead of me."

"No way," I demanded. "And even if I was agreeable, Donna isn't going to have any part of that. Surely she's not dumb enough to get drunk with us again."

"You don't worry about Donna. I'll take care of that. Just sleep on it tonight and I'll see you in the morning," Lena said as she left for her bedroom.

I could only imagine what the morrow would bring. 



Daughter Lena Ch. 4



My only thoughts that night after the shower incident, were the fears that the new would wear off of this recent adventure and my beautiful daughter Lena would fail to find her dad exciting any more. But even those fears were short lived. I was absolutely spent and when sleep crept over me, I was gone. They say dreams last only seconds, but my dream that night was too real. Dreaming of Lena's mouth on my cock, I woke to a start, afraid that I might cum on the sheets of her guest bed. I sat up quickly to see Lena at the foot of my bed grinning.

"I just came in to wake you up. Then I saw you had this huge woody. I hope it was me you were dreaming about. I watched you for quite a while, wishing you would cum like that, but, alas, you disappointed your little girl. Oh well, on to bigger and better things, no pun intended, Dad," she laughed as she pointed to my sheet-covered erection. "Let's get moving. We have a breakfast date in 45 minutes."

"Breakfast date? But I thought we were…., Lena, wait. A date where, with who?" No answers, Lena was on the move and I found myself grumbling over this turn of events. Had she already grown tired of my fatherly indecencies? I was sitting at the kitchen bar when Lena appeared. My heart jumped when she announced her attire.

"Presenting Lena, the Slut, dressed to please her horny dad. Barely visible to the human eye are bikini panties, pulled tight into the crack of her ass and pussy, and straining hard to cut her in half." Lena did a slow, teasing turn as she spoke. "And covering the suicidal panties are shorts snugly fitting and exposing the grotesque and infamous Camel Hump. But fear not my minions, for I hope to be shed of these tortures soon," Lena exalted.

I was very pleased that Lena had done this for my benefit. I loved the outline of her pussy and the thought of the panties riding deep into her slit, but mostly I loved the fact that she hadn't tired of our fun.

"You look great, are you sure we have to go to breakfast? You look good enough to eat," I said.

"Don't start that shit," Lena announced. "I feel uncomfortable enough without having a wet crotch from thinking about what you're going to do to me."

"Ok, but just remember, while we're out there in public, showing the world that spectacular Camel Hump, that we could be back here with my tongue in your pussy," I giggled, as I walked to the door, leaving Lena standing there in thought.

It wasn't until we were pulling into the nearby café that I realized we were meeting Donna.

"Oh, Lena, this is not a good idea. I'm taking you home, then, I'm out of here. We'll deal with this another time," I insisted.

"Just hang on, Pops. Let's just play it by ear. If things don't go smooth, we'll bail out without her knowing anything," Lena pleaded. "She suspects that we're fooling around anyway."

Before I could speak, Donna appeared at the driver's window.

"Well it's about time, you guys," she said. "Come on, I'm starving."

Donna led the threesome into the small restaurant. It wasn't until we started to sit that Donna noticed what Lena was wearing.

"Girl friend! Look at you! You are hot today. My word what's going on," she asked?

"Oh don't get cute," Lena sniped. "Dad just said I dressed like an old woman, so I thought I would try something new. Listen, there's something we need to talk about."

"I guess I knew you just didn't want my company this morning. What's up, Girl," Donna asked?

"You remember that deal a few years ago with your nephew? You know, the one I ended up giving a hand job to?", Lena started. "Well I need you to kind of return the favor."

Donna's mouth dropped and her eyes darted from me to Lena. "Jesus, Lena, not in front of your Dad," she said.

"No, no, he's cool, Donna. In fact, that's who I want the favor for," Lena said. " Now listen, Donna. You told me a long time ago that you thought your Dad was sexy, remember? Well, I am finding myself attracted to this old fart and the feeling is mutual. And we don't want to make the mistake of sleeping together. So you come in as a surrogate lover for me. It's one of those deals where I saddle him up and you ride him home. And you told me that you think my Dad is sexy, right?"

Donna was speechless. She stammered and blushed and her eyes were locked on Lena's.

"Lena, I can't believe this. You're actually asking me to fuck your dad? And you two are already doing...what? I am really confused," Donna said as she shook her head from side to side.

"It's not really rocket science, Donna. We've been doing a little fooling around and want you to join us," Lena explained. "I mean Dad has already seen everything you have to offer, remember? And you have always bragged about loving good sex. If it's not good for everybody then we call it a mistake and move on. What do you say? I'll bet if this wasn't my Dad, and just some good looking stud, you wouldn't be stalling. Come on, we've never shared a guy before."

"I can't believe I am even considering this. This is another one of your sick jokes, right," Donna asked?

"No joke, Kiddo. Just tell me yes or no, we're burning daylight and you don't want to miss out on some of the things this kinky old fucker pulls," Lena answered.

Donna pondered for a moment, then said, "I guess you know this is going to cost you breakfast, and you aren't going to shave me again."

We all laughed like school kids and ordered breakfast. As the last scraps of toast lay on our plates, I turned the conversation to a more serious note.

"Just something for you guys to consider, are you both ready to be sexually active with EACH OTHER? Have you considered that there is bound to be some interaction between you? Are you both OK with that?"

They were both so serious as they thought, and neither spoke.

"Well girls, here's the test. Are either of your pussies wet thinking about what we're going to do? If they are, you're ready. If not, we need to reconsider. Lena?" I asked.

Lena thought for a moment, then slid her chair back, spread her legs and displayed the wetness spreading across the crotch of her tight shorts.

"Can you beat that?", she said to Donna

"It's close, girl. Let's get the fuck out of here," Donna answered.

The laughter started again and we all headed for Lena's house, with Lena constantly watching to make sure Donna didn't chicken out.

At Lena's house the silence was deafening, but as usual, Lena knew how to break the ice. She sat Donna and I timidly on the couch and disappeared into the bedroom. She returned shortly with a video. I saw where the situation was headed.

"What you got there, Debbie Does Daddy," I asked?

"Funny," Lena replied. "Just sit your ass back there and maybe you'll learn something."

The movie had the typical suck and fuck plot, but the shots were good, and 15 minutes into the flick my dick was hard. But it wasn't because of the movie. On opposite sides of me Lena and Donna squirmed around like school girls, neither of them wanting to make the first move. I stood and announced, "Since both of you are so bashful and it appears that I will be the pivot man in this circle-jerk, I nominate me as the Boss. Any objections?" Neither spoke. "Good, then. Donna get rid of that skirt, blouse and bra. Leave your panties on and get your spread ass to the edge of the couch so we can see if you really are wet, or just a wanna-be." Donna didn't hesitate. In a matter of seconds she sat at the edge of the couch, her legs spread far apart and her juices darkening the crotch of her bright red panties. "What do you think, Lena. Is this wet enough for our standards?", I asked. Lena moved next to Donna and looked at her wet panties. "Touch her and see if she's hot," I commanded. Lena looked at me then back at the panties. Then her hand went to Donna's crouch and she placed her fingers in the center of the wetness.

"She's hot," Lena said, without moving her fingers away. "Taste her juices and tell me if she's sweet," I instructed. Lena transferred her fingers to her mouth. "It's kind of sweet, but not really. I like it," Lena said. "Now, Lena. Get your shorts and shirt off and assume the same position. Let's see how those panties cut into you," I said. As quickly as Donna had, Lena sat at the edge of the couch spread eagle. But there was no comparison. Lena's pussy was so pretty and her panties, that disappeared entirely within her slit, were wet all the way to the waist band. "Touch her again while you touch yourself, then tell me which of you is the sweetest." Lena's right hand went to Donna's crotch while her left went to her own. Then both hands went to Lena's mouth. "It's pretty much the same," Lena said. "But I think I'm a little sweeter." 

"Donna, what do you think? Does Lena have a sweeter pussy than you?", I prompted.

"Well let's see," Donna grinned as her hand went to Lena's pussy. She licked Lena's thick juices from her finger, then, slid her hand into her own panties. Her fingers emerged glistening and went straight to her mouth. "Oh, I think I am much sweeter than she is," Donna declared. "I guess you'll just have to judge for yourself."

"Ok, both of you get rid of the panties," I demanded. Now that was a sight, Donna's drenched pussy covered with short black hair and Lena's pink puffy pussy with almost no hair, dripping juices into the crack of her ass. Not only was Lena's pussy prettier, but she obviously got a lot wetter than Donna. What I had was a pussy buffet, and I intended to get my money's worth. My mouth went to work first on Donna, while my right hand went to Lena's waiting pussy. I licked and sucked on one, while I finger-fucked the other. In no time at all I had them both on the edge of orgasm. The tempo of my fingers fucking in and out of Lena's cunt was perfectly matched to the tempo of my tongue on Donna's clit. My thumb bumped Lena's clit with every stroke and when I felt the tremors in Donna's body start, I buried two fingers in Lena and feverishly assaulted her clit. Oblivious to each other, the two girls reached their first mutual orgasm. And as the last of the motion subsided, I was elated at what I had accomplished. But I wasn't done yet.

All of a sudden Lena began giggling. Then Donna joined in. I couldn't help it, I was laughing too. And I didn't have a clue what we were laughing at. The giggles grew to full fledged laughs and I only knew one way to stop it…proceed with my plan. I lowered my head to Lena's pussy and began to lap at the copious amounts of juices that coated her pussy and thighs. Her laughs quit when my tongue touched her clit and Donna followed suit when I pressed three fingers hard into her slimy hole. Once again Lena's sweet nectars won out over Donna's and I lost myself in the folds and depths of her pussy. I withdrew the fingers of my left hand from Donna's hole and inserted my thumb in the void. That left my fingers to play with her anus. With all the flowing juices, my middle finger penetrated her ass easily and I pumped thumb and finger simultaneously hard into her ass and pussy. The whole time I am fucking Lena with my tongue. I extended my tongue as far as I could and buried my face in her cunt until I couldn't breath. I just couldn't get enough of that pussy! This time, before I realized what was happening, both girls were cumming hard, one on my hand, the other on my face. Afterwards, both girls were exhausted, but I was ready to explode. I gave them just a moment to recoup, just out of courtesy, then, wedged myself between them. "Well, Ladies, I couldn't declare a winner because you are both delicious, so I guess we will have to take the competition to the next level. Donna, I want you to watch Lena give me head, and when she is done, you can have the opportunity to match her. Fair enough? Lena, you know I am ready to pop, so be prepared right away, if you know what I mean."

Donna watched in pure awe as Lena took my entire cock down her throat in one slow and steady motion. Her nose was pressed into my pubic hair and the hot pressure alone caused my balls to erupt into Lena's throat. It was over in less time than it took me to announce it. Donna sat with her mouth agape as Lena pulled her head off my cock, and when their eyes met, Lena burst into laughter. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a blow job before," Lena laughed? 

"Not like that," Donna declared. "Where in the hell did you put all that cock, girl? I concede. There's no way I could do that. And you swallowed it too!!"

I interrupted, "Well, Donna. As loser you must pay the penalty of getting me hard again, then you must sit on my cock while Lena watches." I could see the excitement on Lena's face. She had wanted to see me fuck Donna from the beginning.

"But first, let's take a break and have a cup of coffee," I added.

Lena and I, both nude, went to the kitchen to fix some coffee, while Donna went to the bathroom. "You probably didn't notice," I said, "But I had my finger in Donna's ass the last time she came."

"You did," Lena cried? "You have never done that to me"

"I know I haven't, but you started it last night. Now here's the plan. I am going to fuck Donna in the ass and I want you to fuck her pussy with something at the same time. Don't you have a dildo or something? If nothing else get that bottle we used last night. Don't let her know what we're doing, OK?"

Lena objected, "I don't think that's fair. Not only does she get to fuck you and I don't, but I have never had it up the ass! No, not even after all the husbands."

"Just get something to fuck her with," I insisted.

I finished with the coffee while Lena stashed something in the cushions of the couch. Then we all sat down and had a cup. I was amazed at the conversation. We were all naked and I had just recently had my faced jammed into each of their cunts, and still we made unrelated small talk. "Ok, break's over," I announced. "Let's get back to monkey business."

The coffee cups went to the end tables and Donna immediately went down on my cock. I don't proclaim to be a connoisseur of blow jobs, even though I believe I had experienced the best with Lena, but Donna was good. Her tongue wrapped my cock as her head provided a rhythmic up and down motion. Shortly, Donna sat upright and announced, "We're on schedule. It's hard. Shall I sit on that big boy now?"

Lena's eyes had been shifting from Donna's blow job to my face the whole time, and I thought I saw some jealousy flash between us.

"In a second, Donna," I said. "Lena, did you get wet watching us? Stand up, let me see."

I wasn't surprised. As she stood, legs apart, a droplet of slimy fluid fell from the lips of her pussy to the floor, leaving behind a fine tendril that clung to her thigh. I reached between her legs and captured a palm-full of those precious liquids and rubbed them on the head of my hard cock. I turned back to Donna. "Now turn away from me, girl, and straddle me. I want to see your ass." Donna did as instructed and I winked at Lena, who had positioned herself on her knees directly in front of Donna. "Now spread those cheeks and let me get a good view. You know I should have fucked you the first chance I had," I told Donna. She bent at the waist and there before my eyes was her big ass spread wide for my inspection. I put one finger in her wet pussy, then transferred the juice to her asshole. Repeatedly I smeared her juices onto her ass and gently inserted my finger in her anus. She tightened at first, but was soon relaxed and enjoying the probes. I went for broke. "Now put that tight little asshole on the head of my cock."

"Wait, that's not what we talked about. I agreed to…," Donna objected.

"NOW, BITCH," I shouted.

Donna turned back to face Lena and slowly started a downward motion. She stopped as my cock head pressed against her hole. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down in one hard and complete movement. The full length of my cock thrust into her ass, and she yelled out in pain. Then she slowly got with the program. Her hips started to grind a little and she started an up and down movement on my cock. I pulled her shoulders back until her back was against my stomach, then reached around and played with her pussy.

Lena watched, mesmerized, as my cock went in and out of Donna's ass. "Lena," I yelled, bringing her out of her stupor. "Put your fingers in Donna's pussy and see if you can feel my cock. Get two or three fingers in her and fuck her hard while I play with her clit."

Donna moaned and pumped on my cock. I could feel Lena's fingers fucking Donna in an alternating rhythm with my cock. Only Lena was left out when Donna and I came, but she continued to jam her fingers in and out of Donna until we were both spent.

I could tell Lena was feeling slighted and I wasted no time in getting to the floor and crawling between her legs. "What did you bring to fuck her with," I asked? 

It's a vibrator under the cushion. I retrieved an old white plastic vibrator from the couch and made a mental note to upgrade Lena's toys. The juices flowed in rivulets as I pushed the vibrator into her pussy. The batteries had long since died but the bulk would be adequate for fucking. After several strokes, I spread her legs farther and moved the plastic cock to her ass. Slowly I pushed until I broke the barrier of her sphincter. Then I withdrew. If this was indeed her first time, I wanted it to be memorable. Three or four times in her ass, pushing a little farther each time, then switching back to her pussy with full, deep thrusts, I slowly brought Lena to another lustful peak. By the time she was ready to cum, I had reached depths of 5 or 6 inches into her ass and her own hand was kneading her clit. She came in a grunting, jerking motion and lay on the floor breathless.

"Wow, I think it's time to call it a day," I said. "What do you gals think?"

"Not a chance," Lena said. "I think it's about time we gave the orders around here. What do you think, Donna?"

Quick to jump on the wagon, Donna added, "Yeh, I think it's time to turn the tables a bit."

I could only imagine what was to come. 



Daughter Lena Ch. 5



I couldn't imagine what the girls were up to, but I was game for most anything. It did make me a little nervous when they huddled just out of ear-shot. I could hear talking, then giggling, then more talking. When they finally came back to where I still lie on the floor, they were way too serious.

Lena started, "OK, here's the deal Pops. From this point forward, you are our slave. You may not speak unless spoken to, and you may not resist anything we choose to do. If you speak or fail to do our bidding, it's all over. By that I mean, Donna goes home, I get dressed and you will be free to go back to Mom. Just nod your head if you accept these terms."

I was somewhat reluctant, but after all, the worst they could do, would still be kinky sex with my daughter. How could I go wrong? I nodded and lay back on the rug.

"The first thing that's going to happen," Donna said, "is that Lena is going to teach me to gobble that cock the way she does. The only thing you need to do is get it hard." 

That certainly wasn't going to be difficult. My cock was already on its way up just at the thought of Lena's mouth. At Lena's instruction, Donna pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. Lena faced Donna, knelt and straddled my head, her glorious pussy only inches from my face. Then she sat back on her legs, squeezing my head between her thighs. She looked straight down at my face and said, "While Donna's blowing you, I will be jerking off just far enough away so that you will see me get wet and hear the sounds of my fingers on my pussy. And if I can accomplish it, and I believe I can, I am going to get so wet that I will drip onto your face. And you can't touch. You can't raise your head. You can't do anything but lie there and watch."

Lena rose back above my face and began her instructions to Donna, who was a remarkably fast learner. As she spoke her fingers massaged her clit, never passing to her cunt hole, just rubbing her clit. The sensations of Donna's mouth on my cock were wonderful, and without seeing what she was doing, I could tell she was getting more and more depth with every stoke. And Lena's amazing pussy was glistening with wetness. I feared that her juices would run down her thighs instead of dripping onto my face, almost as much as I feared cumming too soon. This was truly a dream come true. I imagined it was Lena's mouth sucking my cock and jacking her own clit, then Lena broke the silence.

"Put you finger in his ass and he'll cum on demand," she said.

Donna didn't need further instructions. She forced a finger deep into my ass as her mouth took all the cock I had to offer. It wasn't as smooth or as silky as Lena, but it damn sure made me start blowing in her throat. At that moment, Lena slammed her pussy to my forehead and slowly dragged all her juices down over my face, leaving snail tracks from cheek to cheek. I almost lost my breath as I tried to lick the slime from around my mouth. At the other end Donna was sucking the final drops of cum from my dick, and I jerked as she removed her finger from my ass.

"Well I'm not so sure about this. He's the slave, but neither of us got to cum," Lena giggled, as she and Donna laughed at each other.

"So what do we do? His dick isn't hard enough to fuck with yet, and I don't know if I want to wait," Donna said.

"I hear that," Lena added. "I worked myself up to a lather and need to cum now."

"Well I have an idea, if you're up to it," Donna said.

"I'm up to anything right now, I just want to cum. Do you know how exciting it is to watch your ole man get a blow job," Lena asked?

It was Donna's time for instruction. "You may watch this from any angle you wish," Donna told me. She then positioned herself and Lena sitting directly in front of each other, with legs splayed and over-lapping. Their pussies were about 9 inches apart. Donna started by reaching down and playing with Lena's pussy. I could tell by the look on Lena's face that she was very unsure of the situation, but the lust and overwhelming desire was winning over. She slowly lowered her hand to Donna's waiting cunt and began to reciprocate Donna's attentions. 

"You bitch, why haven't we ever done this before," Lena moaned.

"Because your Daddy hasn't been her to get us all worked up before," Donna answered. "Look at him, watching his little girl do this lesbo shit. He's loving it."

Lena's embarrassment only heightened her excitement and she and Donna had both hands feverishly working on each other. It was Lena who forced the issue. She pushed Donna to her back then jumped on her face in a dreamlike 69 action. I watched briefly as Lena dove into her first pussy, lapping and sucking Donna's hairy cunt. Then I went around to see my favorite sight, Lena's beautiful pussy. Lena ground her pussy into Donna's face, and the sight of those puffy lips and oozing juices spreading on Donna's face was too much. Her tight little asshole puckered as she and Donna started cumming at the same time. Donna bucked and Lena continued the grinding until they both lay exhausted. Donna spoke first, "Lena, I think I better go now. Having sex with you was more than I bargained for. I'll give you a call later on when I've had a chance to get my head together."

Donna rose quickly, dressed and left without a word. Lena just lay there, her breathing softened. The shock of what they had done, as friends, must have been like learning your best buddy is a cocksucker. I wanted to console her, but she spoke first. I almost thought I saw tears in her eyes. "The game's not over yet. Lie back down on your back," Lena commanded. Watching the fantastic sight of Lena and Donna eat each other, had made my cock hard again and Lena stood astraddle of me as I lie there with my dick pointing straight up. As she slowly lowered herself toward me, she said, "After the last couple of weeks or so, nothing is sacred any more. I have sucked my Dad's cock, had a finger in his ass, had his face and hands jammed in my cunt, licked my best friend's pussy dry while I fucked her face, been ass-fucked with my own dildo, not to mention the shampoo bottle, and actually jacked off for my Father's pleasure. I guess actually getting to fuck him like I have always wanted to, is no big deal any more. Don't say a word! I have wanted this for a long time and I am going to finally fuck you."

Lena's usually bulbous pussy was actually swollen and red, probably from the hard oral sex I imposed earlier and from the hard ride on Donna's face. It was a gorgeous thing to see as she slowly lowered to my cock. She was obscenely wet and she paused momentarily when her pussy touched my straining cock. Then in a slow and literally fluid motion, she sat down on my prick until it was fully engulfed. The sensations were almost indescribable. The heat and the wetness were overwhelming, and I was astounded at how tight her sweet pussy was. How could she constrict my cock so hard when her pussy had been reamed so often? I have personally had eight fingers in her glorious cunt at once, and still her pussy strangled my cock at half the size. And the pressures she applied were not just on the head of my cock, but through the entire length, squeezing at the base as well as at the tip. And as she rose and fell, her eyes closed and her mouth agape, I felt as though I would be totally swallowed, my balls yearning to follow my cock into her depths. At the point of complete insertion, she would slightly gyrate her pelvis, grinding her clit against me, then rise until my cock barely stayed within her. I wanted to transfer my thoughts so that I didn't cum too quickly and spoil the pleasures, but the feel of her tight pussy walls sliding up and down my cock refused me the option. I wanted to stop her so I could prolong the feelings, then I wanted to make her to fuck me faster. My head was whirling, but she still maintained the same steady motion, up, down, gyrate, then again and again and again. My orgasm came hard but seemed to match her pace. As I came, her face never changed and her eyes remained shut. She was almost oblivious to me. Her entire universe was her own pleasure and she would not be interrupted. Instinctively she didn't pull off my cock as far, and thus, avoided my shrinking member from interrupting her trance. On the upward strokes I could feel my own cum slipping from her hole and sliding down the shaft of my cock, to be pushed and ground into my pubic hair. Struggling with the sensations her pussy gave to my exhausted prick, I noticed a slight increase in the tempo. And Lena's breathing got harder. I knew I was going to get the riding of a lifetime and my cock began to revive.

We had already fucked longer than I thought I was capable of and now I was getting fully hard again. Lena obviously didn't care about anything but her own greedy lust, and the tempo increased once again. At any time in my life that I was involved in a "marathon" fuck, friction and fatigue and dryness became a factor. Not so with Lena. Her pussy drenched me and matted the hair down. Her juices ran down my ass to the floor. And we both grew stronger as the fucking continued. I could feel my balls tighten as yet another cum approached and Lena's movements had increased to a feverish pace. She quit the up and down motion and simply ground against me, smashing her hard clit between us and taking all the cock I could ever offer. 

It was a textbook mutual climax. I pulled her hips toward me with the same force and urgency that she thrust with. And the orgasm seemed to go on forever, my cum being lost somewhere in her liquid depths. When it had ended, she lay on me, exhausted. And as my worn-out cock slipped from her pussy, a rush of combined cum washed over my balls and soaked into the carpet. Lena rose and went to the bedroom. I knew the next few moments would set the stage for any relationship we might have in the future, and the anxiety was immense. I dressed, not bothering to clean myself up and sat in anticipation. Lena came out of the bathroom fully dressed and sat next to me. "Well, here's the possibilities as I see them," she said. "We can pretend none of this ever happened and go to our graves with the secret. NOT!! We can forever regret what has happened and vow to never let it happen again, but I doubt that will happen because I'm not sorry. We can continue to have this illicit and forbidden sex until we both tire of it or you drop dead of a heart attack. Or we can both hate and blame each other forever. What do you think, Pop.? Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know, Lena," I stammered. "I love you as a daughter and that causes me some shame. But I also love you as a lover. You are the most alluring thing alive. If we continue, we're likely to get caught. Can we be careful enough to continue? That's what I would like to do."

"Shit, I'm glad you said that," Lena replied. "I don't know what I would have done if you wanted to end things. You simply drive me crazy. We can continue from time to time, but I don't see this being frequent enough to suit me. You know that I will tease the shit out of you any time I can. When Mom's not looking I'll be giving you crotch shots. I'll be wearing tight clothes whenever we're around each other, and if I can sneak a quick feel when nobody's looking, you better be ready. You will have to live with the knowledge that I masturbate thinking of you, and I will constantly let you know how wet I am at the thought of you. Can you handle it, Big Boy?" 

"Not only can I handle the situation, I can handle you and your hot little pussy," I touted. "And know that any time you see me licking my lips that it could be your clit. And when you see my fingers, know they could be fucking you. And whenever you see me pick up a bottle or anything else that I might fit into your slick hole, that my thoughts are on you. Can you handle it, Little Girl?"

"You're such a fucker," she grinned. I think I'll come up and see you and Mom this weekend.



Daughter Lena Ch. 6



Several weeks had passed since I had been with Lena and I hadn’t heard a word from her. In all honesty, my conscience was nagging at me and a part of me wanted it all to be behind me and never resurface. I knew that my relationship with Lena would never be the same, but I loved my daughter and didn’t want my uncontrolled lust to come between us. Over the weeks Lena had spoken with her mother often, and I found myself hoping that I didn’t get the news that Lena had found another guy. Then, completely unexpected, my wife tells me Lena will be coming for the weekend. I wish she had told me on Friday instead of Wednesday, because the two days were misery. I thought of inventing a business trip so I wouldn’t be there, but that was not something I could bring myself to do. I feared that would send a message to Lena that I wanted our new relationship to end, and of course, a huge part of me didn’t want that.

Eventually Friday came and I found myself engrossed in a variety of projects my wife had been nagging me to get done. I was in the garage when Lena pulled into the yard, and walked to her car to greet her. As I approached the driver’s door, Lena opened it and turned to get out. But instead of getting out, Lena sat on the edge of the seat with one foot on the ground and the other on the floorboard. She was wearing an orange sundress that came about 3 inches above her knees and her position intentionally displayed a striking pair of matching orange thongs. There was no question in my mind that those panties were meant for my eyes only. And the bulk and size of her pussy, so tightly encased in the panties, never ceased to amaze me.

“Hey, Pop. How’s it hanging,” she said, as she leaned back slightly, giving me an unobstructed view of her sexy panties.

Hanging! That was an understatement. Ole Fred was at full attention and refused to be hidden beneath my work pants.

“I thought you couldn’t wear that sort of thing,” I said, looking over my shoulder to see if my wife was coming out.

Laughing, she said, “I’ve only been wearing them the last 10 minutes. Damn near wrecked the car trying to get them on, but gave a truck driver a real treat while he was passing. And in case you haven’t noticed, I have already stained them just thinking about this moment.”

A second look at her panties revealed a growing wet spot on the crotch. At that moment I heard the screen door shut and knew my wife was coming. I made a hasty exit back to the garage while Lena exited the car to greet her mother. For the next hour I worked my ass off in an effort to get my mind off that pussy. When I finally went inside, Lena and her mom were in the kitchen visiting. It was kind of like old times, laughing and giggling. It was a pleasurable break from the overbearing lust I felt. As I sat drinking a glass of iced tea, Lena said, “Dad, I’ve got a couple problems in the office I could use your advice on. You gonna have some time for me this weekend?”

“I suppose so, but where do I send the consultation fee to,” I teased?

Lena’s mom interrupted the conversation, “Oh, that is perfect. I was planning on canceling my bible study tomorrow morning, but if you guys have something to do, I’ll go ahead and go.”

“Great,” I said as I swallowed hard. Lena only smiled.

“Are you OK,” Lena’s mom asked, “You’re sure sweating?”

“Just old fashioned hard work, my dear. I probably just need a little snack,” I said as I picked up a banana from the fruit bowl and pointed it at Lena like a gun. As I left the room I could see that girlish smirk on Lena’s face.

I returned to my chores and was lost in thought for several hours. My concentration was interrupted by Lena appearing in the door that connects the garage to the house.

“Mom says dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes if you want to clean up,” she said in a little girl voice.

I turned when I heard her and caught my breath. She stood in the threshold holding the front of her skirt up with one hand and rubbing her bulging pussy with the other. “I don’t know if I can wait until tomorrow,” she cooed. Then she turned and shut the door behind her.

I thought that dinner, at least, would be uneventful, but not so with Lena at the table. I did manage to sit far enough away from her to avoid any hidden contacts, but I couldn’t get far enough away to avoid watching her. I perceived that she teased me with every bite, erotically licking her fork and intentionally taking huge bites of food. And in return I would overdose my food with ketchup, jacking the bottle up and down as I poured. I knew that we were both on the verge of hysteria, but we maintained our composure.

After dinner I retired to the living room and turned the TV on. Lena and her mom did the dishes and soon joined me.

“We should go rent a couple movies,” Lena suggested.

“Good idea,” I agreed. “Why don’t you and Mom run down and get one?”

“No, let’s all go and I’ll treat to an ice cream cone,” Lena said.

The next thing I knew, we were all in Lena’s car, me driving, her mom riding shotgun, and Lena in the back. When Lena sat in the center of the rear seat, I knew what she was up to, and I made a fuss of adjusting the seat and rear view mirror. Need I continue? Lena sat with her knees up and together, allowing a perfect mirror image of the front of her legs, between the front bucket seats. Ever vigilant of her mother’s attention, Lena would periodically spread her knees, giving me great shots of her orange and undoubtedly wet panties. By the time we got to the movie house, I had to insist I would wait in the car. Standing up at that point would have been disastrous. I watched her sundress sway as she and her mom went inside, and could only dream of how wet she must have been.

They returned and fussed and joked about the movie titles, but I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be paying too much attention to the TV. After a quick stop at the Dairy Queen, I drove home, the whole while either watching Lena deep-throat her ice cream or watching her spread her legs. Back at home I feigned listening to a noise in her engine to avoid exiting the car with witnesses.

By movie time, we had all gotten comfortable, with Lena on the big throw pillows on the floor, her mom on the big couch I have described in a previous story, and me in my old recliner. Like so many times in the past we casually lounged. I wore my usual baggy sweats, Lena’s mom wore her typical long nightgown and Lena wore some loose fitting pajamas, a tee-shirt-like top and baggy, but matching shorts. Anything but provocative. Following our usual family tradition, Lena’s mom fell asleep about an hour into the movie, mildly snoring as she lie snuggled on the couch. Lena sensed the exact moment her mother was asleep and without so much as a whisper, rolled onto her back. Her head and shoulders lay on the floor while her hips were supported by the large pillows. Once again I was afforded a bird-s eye view of her protruding mons pressing the loose material tight against her pussy folds. Lifting her hips slightly, she adjusted the bottoms to allow some slack, then pulled one leg aside so I could see her naked pussy. She held the leg far to the side while she began an earnest attempt to jack off. She used three fingers pressed together to rub her clit in small circles and for my benefit alone would periodically dip the same three fingers deep into her sloshing pussy, stroking three or four times before she resumed her masturbation. The sound of her fingers in the extreme wetness, rang in my ears and I wanted desperately to bury my face in her depths, but I knew there would be no such possibility. If her mom woke suddenly, Lena would have a difficult time in hiding her efforts. But in spite of the risk, Lena continued to play with her cunt. She was on a mission and would not be deterred. I understood such urgency. My balls ached from the days teasing, and I soon had my cock in hand matching Lena’s rhythms. She raised her head at one point and smiled when she saw what I was doing. The intensity of her motions increased and I reached for tissues from the box on the coffee table. Lena’s cum was long and hard, and her back arched high above the pillows. Her hand motion was a blur as her fingers assaulted her clit. Covering the head of my cock with a tissue, I shot a day’s worth of pent up cum. I started to cum after Lena had, but was completely finished before Lena. When her shuddering and jerking had stopped, she fell hard back to the pillows. When she finally looked at me she saw my cock still in hand with a wad of tissue wrapped around and wetly clinging to the head, she burst into laughter. I panicked at explosion of noise, covering myself just as Lena’s mom woke. “Is this a funny movie?”, she asked.

Lena responded through the laughter, “Real funny, Mom.” 

Her mom was awake for the rest of the movie, waiting for the funny parts, and we all retired to bed, saving the other movie for the next night. We had mutually masturbated in front of Lena’s mother, and while it wasn’t as good as real sex, it was a new experience and a tremendous relief for us both.

With bible study at 10:00 AM, Lena’s mom would be gone by 9:30, and Lena announced, “You guys be quiet in the morning, I intend to sleep in. Good night Mom and Dad.”

“Good night, Lena,” I said. “I’ll wake you up for breakfast.” We both smiled and went to bed.

As usual, I was up and about around 5:00AM, and I busied myself to keep from thinking about Lena alone in her room. I knew she was awake and only waiting for her mother to leave. I figured we would have at least two hours, but should plan on less time just to be safe. In spite of my efforts, my cock was semi-hard in anticipation. My wife was up by 7:00 and refused my offer of breakfast. It would take her at least 2 hours to get ready and she would want to be there early. I figured 9:30 as the safe hour. The minutes drug out and I had the table set and all the fixings for a good breakfast. Another of our family traditions was for Ole Dad to fix breakfast and I remembered Lena had always enjoyed the time together. I hoped that this morning would bring a new meaning to family dining. Right on schedule, Lena’s mom left the house at 9:25. By 9:45, I was concerned that Lena hadn’t made an appearance. I went upstairs to her room and pushed the door open quietly. Unbelievably, Lena was asleep, lying on her back, arms a strew, with one leg raised to the side and the other straight out. The covers were on a heap at the foot of the bed. I could almost see up the leg of her pajamas to her sweet pussy, but not quite. I walked easily to the edge of the bed, my cock already hard. I reached down and very gently touched her covered pussy, and squeezed very softly. She jolted awake, and for a brief moment there was a look of panic on her face. “Is Mom gone? What time is it?”

“Easy, easy,” I assured. “She just left. I’ll have breakfast ready in a few minutes. Come on down.”

“Fuck your breakfast,” she yelled. “I didn’t sleep all night. All I could do was watch the clock. I jacked off three times and my pussy is sore. Now to hell with your breakfast, to hell with your hand and fingers, and to hell with your fucking ketchup that bottle I envisioned all night. I want your cock, right here and right fucking now.” Lena was naked before I could get my bottoms off. She lay on her back with her knees up and spread wide. Her pussy was, indeed, red and puffy, and I made a mental note to soothe her with some lotion. I mounted Lena without delay, kneeling between her legs and laying my cock on top of her waiting cunt. Holding my cock in my hand, I used it like an instrument, rubbing the head up and down on her slit, and finally pushing it into her wet hole. After the initial penetration, I got immediately into the rhythm. I wasn’t looking to please Lena, and her intentions were equally greedy. We fucked like animals, pounding against each other, and racing each other to climax. This was not my little girl. This was a wild fucking machine, releasing passions never before imagined. This was a nasty little slut, whose pussy squeezed and contracted against my pumping cock. And I slammed her hard, driving every fraction of an inch of my swollen cock as deep as physically possible. I don’t know how long we were in that frenzy. All I know is when I shot my hot sperm into her womb, it was the most sensational experience of my lifetime. I don’t know at what point Lena was able to cum, but it must have been equally satisfying. I rolled next to her on the bed, leaving her lying there sobbing, tears rolling softly down her cheeks. I had never seen Lena cry. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”, I asked. 

“Oh, FUCK, Daddy. That was awesome. I have never…., oh, FUCK!”

“You said it, Kid,” I agreed.

She continued, “Daddy, I need this every day. Fuck, I need this every hour! What are we going to do? I don’t want to be apart from you.”

“It will be OK, Hon,” I assured. “It wouldn’t work for us to be together all the time. You know that. This is just new and forbidden and it makes it that much better. We’ll always be here for each other. What you need is a life saver.”

Lena remembered the old TV commercial and broke into laughter, the tears still wet on her cheeks. 

“Fuck you,” she laughed. “Now go fix my breakfast while I clean up.”

By the time Lena came down, my special fried eggs, link sausages and hash browns were done. The meal was good and the company was better. We joked and laughed and carried on like the old days. There was not the slightest hint of the unleashed passion we shared only a short time before. However, as we cleaned up my mess from cooking Lena said, “I have a surprise for you. When are you coming to see me again?”

“That might depend on the surprise,” I answered.

She went on, “Well I hired this cute little girl in the office and I would like you to meet her, if you know what I mean.” That mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Lena,” I said with some dismay. “You can’t keep involving other people in what we’re doing. Do you realize what would happen if it got out?”

“Don’t panic, Pops,” she said. “I’m priming this gal. I’m not even sure of her age. I think she lied about it on the application. At any rate she is so grateful that she would take a bullet for me. You know Donna was fun, but we scared her to death. She won’t be a player again.”

“WE don’t need ANY players, Lena,” I insisted. “Let’s just keep this between us.”

“I know we don’t NEED anyone else, Dad, but when I sit back and watch you perform, it really pops my cork. And I know you like it. How else is an old fart like you going to get fresh young pussy?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “OK, tell me about her,” I conceded.

“Oh, Dad, she’s hot. She’s only about 5 foot tall and couldn’t weigh a hundred pounds. She has long black hair and dresses just the way you like them, tight clothes. From what I have seen so far, I don’t think she wears underwear. Her pants are really tight and I don’t see any panty lines. And she doesn’t have a bubble butt like mine. I bet her ass isn’t 10 inches across. And this will really get you going…she’s oriental.”

“You don’t have a bubble butt. Your butt happens to be very cute and edible,” I responded.

“Did you hear what I said, asshole? She’s asian.”

Asian women have always intrigued me. And I must admit that I have spent many hours on the internet perusing the asian girlie sites. But I must admit that Lena’s description of the age , size and looks of this girl had me thinking hard.

“Ok, we’ll see what happens, but Lena, please be careful. You let me know when you think she’ll be ready.”

I looked at the clock on the stove and saw it read 11:00. “I figure we have about 30 minutes to continue this conversation, if talking is what you want to do,” I said. “But I was kind of wondering if that abused pussy of yours could use some lotion to help with the friction burns you have so effectively achieved.”

“Boy, could it ever,” she grinned. “My place or yours?”

“Let’s go to your room and we’ll pretend it was the time when you were 17 and you went on that horseback trip. Your mom told me you hard a pretty sore crotch.”

“Oh shit. I had almost forgotten that. Sore? Hell I couldn’t even wipe after pissing,” Lena laughed and ran up the stairs. I stopped to deadlock the door, just in case.

By the time I got to Lena’s room, she was lying on the bed naked as a jay bird, with a bottle of lotion next to her. I proceeded to soothe, massage and excite her all at the same time. I slowly and gently finger-fucked her, but didn’t press the issue of too many fingers at once. I gradually brought her to orgasm and her sweet juices flowed over and around my probing fingers. Nervous about the time, I pulled Lena to the edge of the bed, then, standing, slowly slid my cock into her liquid center. Our eyes locked intently as I slowly pumped in and out of her cunt. Just for the drama of it, I pulled my cock from her tight hole just as I was cumming, and shot my hot load on her almost hairless pussy. It splashed on her clit and slowly disappeared into her slit.

“You better hurry up and get dressed, Babe. Mom will be here any time,” I said. “And Lena, take it easy on your old man with this teasing shit. If you torture me all day today like you did yesterday afternoon, I will have the worst case of blue balls in history by tonight.”

Lena giggled as she rose. “I’ll be nice…NOT. I have to pee, wanna watch?”

“As a matter of fact, I would,” I challenged. Lena ran to the attached bathroom, sat on the stool and spread her legs wide.

“Well come on if you want to watch,” she dared.

I stepped into the room, and stood before her on the toilet. Without shame Lena let go a torrent of urine, spraying, not streaming, from her pussy. The sound amplified as her piss hit the water, and my cock started to harden as I watched the yellow piss contrast with the globs of my white cum, still clinging to her pussy lips.

“You are the worst,” I said as I left her to her privacy. This was going to be a long day.



Daughter Lena Ch. 7



The day was not as nerve-wracking as I thought it might be. Lena’s mom got home and the two of them took off for the mall. They were home by 2:00 and had to show me their newest treasures. I sat on the sofa, amused at their rummaging through sacks and bags. But Lena was holding out. Finally she pulled out the last bag and made an announcement.
“Mom bought me a present, but I accepted it on one condition.” Lena pulled from the bag a two-piece swim suit, bright yellow and pretty skimpy by Lena’s dress code. “I made Mom promise that we could go skiing tomorrow. Can we, Dad? It’s been so long since we’ve been on the lake together. Do you suppose you can get that old ski boat running?”

I admit, I was surprised. “You mean take you out in public dressed in that? Have you no shame, Little girl?” 

“OK, I’ll try in on for you first, just for your approval,” Lena said as she disappeared up the stairs.  Her mom giggled at our bantering, oblivious to what was really going on.

When Lena reappeared, she had a towel wrapped around her, and was actually blushing.

“It might be a little more revealing than I thought,” she said shyly. She dropped the towel, and the brightness of the yellow was intense. Her mother surprised us both by saying, “Lena, I think it’s gorgeous. It sure beats that old granny suit you wear.”  It certainly was not a granny suit! It lifted and pointed her small breasts and hugged her bulge of a pussy. The leg openings didn’t rise so high as to let her ass cheeks hang out, but it did emphasize her cute shape. And that distinct pussy, shaped and molded in yellow, was fantastic. “How long do you think that will stay on when you crash and burn,” I joked.

“Have you forgotten, I never fall,” she said. Having established Sunday’s activities, Lena’s mom said, “Well, if we’re going to the lake, I have some things to get ready. Get your clothes back on, Lena. I’m going to need some help.”  She headed for the kitchen, leaving Lena standing before me. The instant she was out of the room Lena said, “I’ll be right there, Mom.”  Then she grabbed the front of her swim suit and pulled them up hard and tight into her crotch. Her fat pussy lips exploded from around the elastic of the legs and the yellow material disappeared into her slit. “I tried two others on at the store and got the crotch of them wet thinking about the look on your face. Someone will get a smelly surprise,” she said in a whispering giggle. She went up the stairs, then turned and squatted on the top step, her ass and ankles on the same level. I recalled my days in Viet Nam and what the GI’s called the asian squat. Her exposed pussy hung out and I wanted to see more. But she rose with a smile and ran back to her bedroom. I spent the next couple hours getting the boat ready. I was not only looking forward to Lena’s antics, I was looking forward to a fun day at the lake. By 6 o’clock the boat was prepared and I went in to get ready for supper and, of course, a movie. The meal was uneventful until Lena’s mom spoke. “Oh, by the way, Dear. Lena has a noise in her car she wants you to listen to. I couldn’t hear it, but she can show you. I’ll do these dishes up and you go with Lena.”  I knew I had just been set up. Supper ended and I asked, “Well, what’s this noise you’ve been imagining, Miss Auto Mechanic?”

“I don’t know, you’ll just have to hear it for yourself,” Lena smiled.

We walked to her car in silence. “You drive,” she said.

I got behind the wheel and backed out of the drive. “You dumb shit. When you squatted at the top of the stairs, I thought I would cum in my pants.”

“Well maybe we can solve that now,” she responded as she giggled. She loved to tease me and she got off on it as well. My little girl had turned into quite the exhibitionist. As I drove down the road, Lena leaned across the seat, unbuckled my seat belt, and began to undo my pants. 

“What if we have a wreck?”, I mused.

“Then you better hope I don’t bite your dick off,” she said. Then, before I could object she had my hard cock in her mouth and was systematically blowing me, pumping up and down, occasionally bumping her head on the steering wheel. She had changed back into her loose shorts and top, and I reached for her ass as I drove. I didn’t hesitate to slip my hand under the elastic waist band. She wore full cotton briefs and I reached hard to get to her crotch. Her panties were already damp and I pushed the material hard into her ass crack. I pulled back and slipped my hand into her panties as she maneuvered herself to give me easier access. I found her hot wet hole and plunged my two middle fingers inside. She gave a muffled groan as she continued to suck on my cock. She stopped long enough to say, “Let me know when you’re going to cum so I can be sure to hide the evidence.”  My balls tightened at the suggestion, knowing how she would hide it. It was obvious to both of us that I was going to cum much sooner than she was and Lena anticipated my concern. “Don’t worry about me right now,” she said.

I followed her instructions and withdrew my hand from her panties. I placed it, wet fingers and all, on the back of her head and followed her motions. I have heard traffic lights called stop and go lights, but on that day one of them became a stop and cum light.
Fortunately the traffic wasn’t heavy and as I pulled to a stop at the light, I pushed Lena’s head down hard on my cock. I felt the gag reflex but allowed her no relief. I shot my load deep into her throat and held her head in place until I was finished. And as she rose, tears in her eyes, I drove slowly into the intersection. “You bastard,” she said. “I almost puked.”  Then she laughed and sat upright in her seat, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Sorry, Babe. I guess I got a little carried away,” I apologized. 

“Yeh, right, after being such a pig, do you think you could help a needy girl out of a problem?”, she said.

“Yes, Mam,” I said. “Do you know any needy girls?” I fastened my pants back up.

“I know one who hasn’t cum in hours and is hot from teasing her horny dad,” she answered. Then she turned and lay on her back with her head in my lap, spread her legs and held the waist band of her shorts AND panties out for my hand’s easy entrance. I needed no additional invitation. I got a quick glimpse of her fine red pussy hair before my hand covered it up. I made her cum before the next stop light, fucking two fingers in and out of her steamy pussy, while the palm of my hand crushed her hard little clit. When she had finished, she quickly rose and adjusted her clothes. “How we gonna work this tomorrow, Poppa of Mine?”, she asked. “I mean Mom is going to be there the whole time. I thought it would be a great chance to tease the shit out of you until I realized there won’t be any release for either of us.”

“Oh what tangled webs we weave,” I responded.

“Dad, I’m serious. Your nuts will pop before the days over and I will have to be in and out of  the water all day just to keep my pussy juices from showing.”

“Maybe you should just behave yourself and enjoy the lake and the skiing,” I said.

“NOT!” , we echoed in unison and laughed like crazy most of the way home.

That night we had a repeat performance of the previous night. As soon as Lena’s mother was asleep, Lena began to masturbate, exposing her slick pussy to me. From time to time she would exchange hands on her pussy, and the fingers, wet from her cunt, went to her mouth. “Do you know how long it’s been since you licked my pussy?”, she whispered.

“Too long,” I mouthed.

I watched in awe as Lena brought herself to orgasm, not once, but twice, as she writhed on her pillows.  I soon followed by shooting my cum into a handful of tissue. We watched the rest of the movie, then woke her mom and went to bed without speaking.

Morning came with clouds and the promise of rain, but it didn’t sway our resolve. By 9:00 we were on the road. Lena wore baggy cotton shorts and a T-shirt, with the yellow of her swim suit showing through. In anticipation of obvious problems, I was wearing underwear and a pair of snug cutoffs, along with a long tank top that came almost to my crotch. It was the best I could think of to hide an erection. Lena’s mom wore a casual pair of loose shorts and shirt over her one-piece swim suit. The lake was about a thirty minute drive, but I needed to stop for gas before we got out of town. As I was filling the tank, Lena got out and started walking around the trailer. The gas station was packed with people and I wasn’t the only person to watch Lena intently as she strutted around. As she disappeared behind the boat I heard her say, “Hey, Dad. You better check out this tire.”

I should have known she wasn’t serious, and when I walked around to her location I found her in the asian squat at the axle. Her legs were spread wide and she had snugged the swim suit up into her crotch, exposing her bold pussy lips. Her crotch was visible to at least 3 other people and she pretended not to notice. “Does this look Ok to you?”, she asked innocently. “It certainly does,” I replied. I extended a hand to help her up and as I walked past her I quietly said, “You’re starting this shit awful early, you little brat.” Lena only grinned and got back in the car. I swore I saw at least one of the innocent bystanders adjust his swelling cock in his pants.

Our typical launching procedure was to have Lena on the dock, her mom in the tow vehicle and me at the helm. Once the boat was afloat, Lena would hold us in place, while her mom parked the truck and trailer. I would get the engine started and Lena’s mom would join us at dock side. Needless to say, Lena did her squat on the dock, pretending to have a tough time holding the boat in place. All I could do was stare at her pussy tightly encased in the shiny yellow cloth. Her lips weren’t exposed but it was a beautiful cameltoe and only a few feet from my gawking face. I could see a spot of wetness start on her crotch as she grinned at me. “I see you’re going to have to get in the water soon,” I said. Lena glanced down at her own crotch and said, “ Damn pussy’s a tattletale.” 

It was a great day. It had been obvious why I loved Lena as a sex partner, but it was equally obvious why I loved her as a person. She was funny and witty and kept me in stitches the whole day. We would ski and swim, then refresh ourselves with cold beer and munchies. As a moderate drinker at best, it was easy for me to see Lena and her mom slowly get wasted. They would climb in the boat after swimming and sit and giggle in their wet suits. Neither displayed any modesty around me, and the afternoon was full of crotch shots and suit adjustment shots. Only rarely did Lena make any special efforts to give me a show. By late afternoon, we were ready to call it a great day. Even working with two drunks, loading the boat went without a hitch. Knowing my daughter and my wife, I wasn’t surprised when Lena suggested to her mom to ride in the back of my super cab while Lena rode in the front seat with me. “You can ride in the back, Mom, and I’ll stay up here and keep Dad awake.” Her mom dutifully crawled in the back seat and lay down. Lena got in the passenger side with a definite twinkle in her eye. “Mom,” she said, “Make Dad turn his head so I can get out of this wet suit.” There was no response from her mom. The smile spread across Lena’s face. She had had too much to drink, but wasn’t slobbering drunk. I suspected the ride home would be a wild one. Lena started with her top before we got off the boat ramp. The coolness of the late afternoon on her wet skin made her small nipples hard and protruding, and Lena took both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and rolled them. “Mom, are you awake?”, she asked as she  rolled her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. Her mother didn’t answer.

Without opening her eyes and still pinching her nipples, Lena quietly asked, “Why don’t you ever suck my nipples?” When I didn’t answer, she opened her eyes and turned her head toward me. “Tell me what you would like to do to me, Dad,” she whispered. “Tell me that you would like to lick my pussy dry. Tell me that you would like to fist-fuck me. Tell me that you would like to push your old cock up my ass. Tell me you want to fuck me.”

“All of the above,” I whispered back.  As I got onto the highway, Lena began to slowly peel the wet bottoms off. She pushed her hips high off the seat, her large pussy, glistening in the afternoon light, what little hair she had matted against her skin. She turned, totally nude, and leaned against the door. Her left leg and foot came up onto the seat and leaned against the seat back. Her right leg stayed of the floor, splaying her fat pussy like a slab of fresh meat. “Look at me, Dad! Can you tell I want you? Can you see my pussy get wetter and wetter?”  One hand went to her open gash and her index finger traced upward from her wet hole to her clit. There it stopped and began small and gentle circles. “We need to be alone, Dad. Fix it! You always fix everything. Make this happen somehow before I go home tomorrow. I 
need you now!” 

I reached for her luscious pussy and lightly touched her circling finger. She pushed my hand away. “Not until you tell me what you want to do to me,” she insisted.

After a reassuring glance to the back seat I said, “I want everything. I want to suck your clit till you scream for mercy. I want to jamb my tongue into your cunt and swallow all the juices your body can create. I want to fold your fat pussy lips around my cock and pump the head of my dick against your clit until you cum all over my shaft and balls.” My cock strained against my pants and I felt like I was going to cum. “I want to stick something big in your cunt while I fuck you in the ass,” I continued. As I spoke, Lena’s finger moved faster and faster on her clit. I reached for her pussy again, this time without objection. I pushed two fingers deep into her hot cunt and replaced her finger with my thumb. Her orgasm was instantaneous and I could feel the muscles deep inside her contract and squeeze my fingers. She held her breath for several seconds while her cum oozed over my fingers. I started to withdraw my hand, but Lena grabbed my wrist, saying, “Not yet. Just let me feel you inside me for a minute.” Eventually she released her grip and I pulled my hand away. The absence of my fingers left a gaping hole in her relaxed pussy, and I awed at the slow closure of her tender tissues. After a moment or two, during which I thought Lena was asleep, she roused and put her shorts and shirt on, leaving her wet suit in twisted balls on the floor. Then she lay her head back and dosed the rest of the way home. As I pulled into the driveway, her eyes opened and she spoke softly, “Are you going to fix it, Daddy?” I didn’t answer.

Exhaustion and the influence of alcohol had overcome the two girls. They both opted to forget dinner, in lieu of a quick snack. Lena’s mom went to bed, leaving the two of us alone. When I felt it was safe to speak, I quietly said, “Lena, what we both want right now isn’t possible, but I promise I will come see you the day after tomorrow. Is that OK with you?”

“As usual, you’re right. Damn it anyway. But seriously, Dad, you need to know something. I’m not really a tramp. I have never done the things we have done, or talked about. And I’ve never talked dirty to anyone before. It’s just that when I’m around you, I lose all common sense. I know that I made a scene at the gas station, and I would never in my life have ever done anything like that before. But somehow having strangers see you watching me just gets me all hot. And knowing you and some other weirdo are getting off watching me just adds fuel to the fire. Please don’t think I’m trashy. You just drive me nuts.”

“I don’t think you’re trashy,” I said. “But if I didn’t know better, I’d think you really did have my hot blood in you. You have to know that I haven’t been a saint the whole time your mom and I have been married, but any sexual encounters I have had, have been for pure self-gratification. With you it’s different. I want to please you. Every time I make you cum, I want it to be better than the last time. You are complete fulfillment of my wildest fantasies and you not only allow, but also encourage, my lifelong desires. Lena, you are the most sensuous person I have ever imagined. I am embarrassed to say, but the only thing I worry about is you finding another man and cutting me out. I don’t want to share your body, but I know it’s going to happen.”

Lena drew back, surprised at my outburst. “Wow,” she said. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I guess I thought…hell, I don’t know what I thought. Dad, even if I do hook up with someone down the road, I could never share what we have. Yea, I’m probably going to have sex with other guys, eventually, but right now I don’t want to. I know it will never be any better than we have. And I could never open up to someone else like I do to you. I never feel embarrassed around you. And the things I have always fantasized about are a reality with you. Can’t we always just have our own time together whenever and where ever we can and keep the secret between us?”

“I hope so, Lena, I really do love you.    But back to the here and now. You’ve left me somewhat in the lurches. You got to cum today and all I got was some good pussy shots and my fingers wet. So, I have an idea. Mom is asleep, but she isn’t such a heavy sleeper that we can swing from the chandeliers. We’re going to go upstairs, you’re going to get naked on the bed, I’m going to stand next to the bed and jack off. Of course, you’re going to have to give me a little show. I know how you hate to show your body to me.”

“You’re really going to jack off for me,” she said. “Another first!”

Lena turned and ran up the stairs. By the time I got there she was naked and spread-eagle on the bed. “Play with your nipples,” I instructed. Lena watched me intently as I unfastened my pants and pulled my hard cock out. “Now give me a show. I want to see your pussy, all of it, spread wide. I want to see you finger-fuck yourself then lick the juices. When you cum I want you at the edge of the bed so I can shoot my load on your pussy.” Lena followed every instruction, playing with her pussy and ramming her fingers deep inside, as many as three at a time. She savored the juices as she licked her fingers clean, and I stood and watched as I stroked my aching cock. She spread her pussy apart until I thought she might hurt herself, just for my inspection. And the juices flowed like never before. She was so far into her own body feelings that she almost ignored me jacking off next to her. “Make yourself cum now,” I demanded. Lena hung her legs over the edge of the bed and feverishly attacked her clit. Her eyes were glued to my cock as I stepped between her legs. “Cum on my pussy, Dad. Right here on my spread cunt!”, she cried. I lowered my cock, ready to explode, just inches away from her steaming hole. My pent up cum splashed against her open gash and onto her flying fingers. She gasped and lunged as my cum landed over and over again against her cumming pussy. Her orgasm lasted longer than mine and she gave one final jerk before she relaxed back on the bed.

“Go to sleep now girl. In two days we’re going to get serious,” I said as I left her room.



Daughter Lena Ch. 8



Lena was expecting me Wednesday night and when I walked into her office and when I walked into her office just before noon, she was visibly pleased to see me. She jumped up and ran to give me a hug. Her girlish actions were a little out of place for the setting. Lena was the comptroller for a large oil company and the offices conveyed the days when oil companies made huge profits. There were nine other women under her supervision and it was obvious that the dress code was slightly above casual. Lena wore an ankle length dress, very business-like, and it only took a moment to regain her business composure. “Dad, come with me, I’d like to introduce you to the girls,” she said as she grabbed my hand and led me into the office. I made the rounds, hearing some unusual greetings from the ladies.

“Glad to meet you, I’ve heard so many nice things about you.”

“So this is the guy we hear so much about.”

“From the way Lena talks, we expected to see a big “S” on your chest.”

One woman, closer to my age said, “Oh, Lena, he IS a hunk.” She smiled sweetly.

Lena had an office within the office and we headed for her area. Just as we passed the entrance, a little girl came running through. Under one arm she had a box of doughnuts, and a stack of manila folders under the other. At first glance I thought she must be one of the ladies’ daughters, then, it dawned on me. This was Lena’s little asian beauty. And, indeed, she was a beauty. Her jet black hair was up in a bun and her white shirt and black slacks gave her a school uniform look. She was absolutely tiny. I would have been totally surprised if her waist measure over 26 inches, and I don’t think she could have reached 5 foot on her tip toes. Lena was a small girl, but not in comparison to this gal.

“Oh, Kim, you’re just in time to meet my Dad,” Lena said. Kim stopped in her tracks, and in the process of greeting me, she dumped all the manila folders to the floor. I knelt down to assist her with the clean up, as she apologized profusely. “Oh, Sir, I am so sorry. Please excuse me.” Her speech was refined with no hint of accent. “I have been looking forward to meeting you.” She blushed slightly when her eyes met Lena’s. Lena and I retreated to her office.

“What do you think of Kim,” Lena said proudly.

“She’s gorgeous, but she doesn’t look old enough to drive, let alone…uh, uh, be of legal age… uh, you know what I mean,” I stammered.

“It’s OK, Dad, I checked it out. She’s cool. By the way, she’s joining us for dinner tonight, but nobody in the office knows and it’s best kept that way.”

“Ok, but this makes me real nervous. Got time for lunch?”, I asked.

Lena’s brow wrinkled as she thought. “Shit’” she said. “I wasn’t expecting you this early. Let me see what I can do to get out early today. Go on to my house and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.” I gave her a fatherly kiss on the cheek and told her to not keep me waiting too long. “I might have to go see that old gal who called me a hunk,” I joked.

“Fuck you, Pop,” Lena whispered as she pushed me out of her office.

I got to Lena’s house and made myself comfortable. I managed to scrounge something to eat and lay down on the couch to watch some TV. I didn’t expect her to come home as soon as she did. It was a pleasant surprise when she arrived only a few minutes later, but I could tell she was in a big hurry. “We don’t have much time, Big Boy,” she said. “I have commitments in the office at three o’clock, and I won’t get out till after five. Now, I have been a very good girl the past two days, no jacking off, no fucking around, no nothing. Just thinking about fucking your ears off. I’ll take care of you tonight, but right now is for me. I’m going to hang my dress up, strip down and plop my ass on that couch. Then you are going to eat my pussy until I cum on your face, then, you are going to fuck me, wham bam, thank you mam. Got it?”

I wasn’t sure if I liked Lena’s business attitude, but I was still glad to accommodate. “Yes Mam,” I saluted. She went to the bedroom and returned totally nude. She sat on the couch, slid her hips forward to the edge, and spread her legs. Her pussy already showed her signs of excitement and I didn’t hesitate to drop to my knees between her legs. I dove in with fervor, bypassing the usual licks and kisses and went straight for her clit, her puffy lips pressing my cheeks. Even in her hurried state, Lena wasn’t expecting such immediate action. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and pumped it like I was nursing a bottle. She let out a loud groan and thrust her hips to my face. I slipped one finger into her pussy beneath my chin and fingered her wetness. She was ready for immediate release, but I wasn’t willing to let her have that much control. I pulled my finger out and lapped at her slit, tasting her sweat and acrid juices. Then in a brief mental lapse, I returned to her clit. That was all it took to set her off. She locked both hands in my hair and pulled my head hard to her pumping cunt. I sucked her clit hard to equal the treatment she was giving my face, but it didn’t stop the pounding. I held my breath and tried to keep from injuring her pussy as my mouth and teeth banged against her twat. When she finally released my head, I lifted, gasping for air. But without comment or delay I dropped my pants to my ankles and pressed my cock to her drenched pussy hole. No playing around, I rammed my cock to the hilt and ground my pelvis against hers. I hit her with full, hard strokes, withdrawing my cock completely and stuffing it back inside. With every thrust I could feel Lena throw her hips forward to meet me and we both came hard and fast. When the last spasms quit, I sat back on my legs, my cock popping from her cunt. I watched as my cum trickled slowly out of her hole, diluted with her own cum. She got to her feet, a little shaky and just stood there in silence. Before she went back to the bedroom to dress she said, “I hope I wasn’t too stinky. You didn’t give me any opportunity to clean up.” “Even a stinky winky is better than no winky at all,” I joked. She burst into that familiar laughter and only shook her head as she walked away. She dressed quickly and headed out the door. She turned back long enough to say, “Thanks, Dad. You will never know how bad I needed that. I’ll see you around six and I will have our guest with me.” She smiled coyly and left.

That afternoon I took the liberty of fixing a few things I noticed were in need, and called a local restaurant to arrange for dinner to be delivered around seven. It only seemed appropriate to order Chinese.

Shortly after five, Lena called. “I’m just wrapping up here and should be home by 6:30 at the latest. I want you to do me a favor, OK?”

“Sure, Babe, anything you want,” I replied.

“There’s an adult book store down on 9th street,” she continued. “Surprise me with something fun.”

“Oh, Lena, I hate those places. They make me feel like a dirty old man in a trench coat,” I protested.

“You are a dirty old man, “she laughed. “Either you go or we will all three go later, your choice.”

“You are such a spoiled brat,” I conceded. “See you soon. And by the way, I ordered Chinese food.” 

I didn’t have much time to get to the store and back, and the traffic didn’t help. Once I was in the store, it was a difficult choice. I wanted something large and grotesque for Lena, but I was also thinking of the tiny Kim. The choices were complicated because all I could do was imagine how Lena would react. My first choice was a huge rubber dildo with built-in heater and vibrator, batteries not included. It advertised itself to be 2 ½ inches in diameter, 8 inches in circumference and a whopping 12 inches long. I got hard imagining the flesh-colored cock covered in Lena’s juices. My next choice was smaller in diameter, about 1 ½ inches, but was fully 18 inches long and had a cock head on both ends. I wondered if Kim could take even the smaller version. When I was satisfied with my two hardware choices, I moved to the chemical department. There I found flavored body oils that promised to heat up if you blew on it. Of course I tested it on my arm, and sure enough, when I blew on the oily spot, I could feel the heat. I opted for the lemon scent. Finally, I found a six-pack of edible florescent panties. They were very small in the package, but were guaranteed, “one size fits all”. Shocked at the total price of my purchases, I left the store grumbling and fought the traffic all the back to Lena’s.

As I had feared, Lena’s car was already in the driveway. As was my custom, I knocked on the door and announced myself. The girls had been there longer than I thought. They met me dressed in beautiful oriental gowns. “Kim was nice enough to loan me this,” Lena announced. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

“You are both very striking,” I answered. Kim looked the perfect china doll, but Lena was a little out of her realm with her strawberry blond hair. Nevertheless, they were both absolutely beautiful.

“Dad, this is going to be so neat. When I told Kim you had ordered Chinese, she suggested we have a traditional Chinese meal. She even brought you a kimono to wear. She also said she would teach us some Chinese meal customs. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

I excused myself to change into the silky gown, wearing nothing beneath, and when I returned, Kim and Lena had pushed the couch aside and had arranged the cushions around the coffee table. Kim had even lit some incense and the odor was strong in the room.

“The incense is a mood enhancer,” Kim spoke, as she stood and bowed before me. I didn’t know how to react. Lena saw my discomfort and said, “Kim was raised by her grandmother who is very traditionally Chinese. She does that shit any time she talks to a man.”

“Well it’s not necessary with me, Kim,” I said.

“Yes sir,” she said, head still bowed and eyes diverted downward.

We were interrupted by the door bell, the food had arrived. While I was paying the delivery boy, who ogled at the two women, Kim was arranging the food on the coffee table. Lena and I sat cross-legged on the cushions while Kim went to the kitchen. When she returned she had three dish rags, steaming hot. She came to me first and without speaking, took my hands and washed them gently, then my face and neck. She did the same for Lena, then herself. The ceremony seemed to end at that point, and we all sat around the coffee table and ate and conversed like normal people. We learned that Kim was basically self-educated and idolized Lena for giving her an opportunity to prove her skills. At a lull in the conversation Lena winked at me, then said, “Kim, I would like to ask a favor of you.”

“How can I be of service?”, Kim asked.

Lena continued her bull shit line. “My father served his country honorably in Viet Nam. And while he was there he gained an affinity for oriental ladies. Now, 30 some years later, he has renewed his desires for oriental cuisine. And a man of his stature and position can’t arbitrarily seek assistance from just anywhere. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes, mam. You want me to have sex with your father,” Kim answered.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Lena continued. “You may say no and it will not jeopardize your job or relationship with me. But if you say yes, I will consider myself forever indebted to you.”

“Mam, it would be my great honor,” Kim spoke as she raised her eyes and smiled. “He’s not so bad to look at you know.” Kim interrupted our joint laughter. “I would ask one thing. Can we continue the evening in the customs of my people?”

Lena looked at me puzzled. “What kind of customs, Kim?”

“Good customs, mam, like preparing my partner for the acts of pleasure,” Kim said.

“I think he would like that, Kim. But you do realize the importance of keeping this matter strictly between the three of us? And there is one more thing you need to know before you make your final decision. I will be joining the two of you in your acts of pleasure. Will that be a problem for you?”, Lena said.

“It is not my place to judge, Mam. I would be pleased again to share my pleasures with such honored hosts,” Kim said subserviently. 

“Now what,” I said after a silent moment.

“Now, sir, I will clean up our dinner mess, then we will go to the bathroom and begin our preparations,” Kim said.

Lena and I waited alone in the bathroom. “Can you believe this?”, Lena asked.

“I can’t believe she is so willing and so young,” I added.

Kim joined us shortly and commenced to pull her kimono up to mid calf and tie it off with a knot on the side. “It is customary to drain your bladder before we continue. Do either of you need to pee?”

“Not me,” Lena said.

I looked down at the tent pole beneath my kimono and said, “I don’t think I could if I had to.” We all laughed and Kim methodically began to disrobe us. Like me, Lena was nude beneath the robe, and I felt a level of discomfort being naked with Lena while Kim remained clothed.

“This is wonderful,” Kim said. “You have a very large shower we can all fit in. Ideally we would have a table for you to lie on while I shampooed your bodies. The shower will work fine, though. Shall we?” Kim opened the shower and we went inside. After adjusting both shower heads, Kim began to scrub me thoroughly. And I do mean thoroughly. The soapy sponge went every where. She lifted my balls and scrubbed, lathered my asshole, and even soaped and lathered my hard cock. When I was done she turned her attentions to Lena. And she got the same treatment. Kim spread her ass cheeks and scrubbed, then cleansed every pore on Lena’s pussy. I could tell by watching that Lena was enjoying the lavish attentions. Kim’s actions were mechanical, without emotion. I found it odd that Kim had not disrobed, and her kimono clung to her small body. Not until Lena was done did Kim remove her wet robe and scrub herself. Lena and I both stared at her naked body. Her breast were tiny, but perfectly proportioned to her body. A small line of short black hair trailed from just below her navel to just above the hood of her clit. Unlike Lena’s puffy, bulging outer labia, Kim’s were frail and flattened, exposing her inner lips and clit without spreading her legs. Lena and I awed as Kim pulled her pussy apart and washed every crease, as though we weren’t there. The shower heads went off and Kim toweled us dry, pausing only to say, “I can see you are both ready for pleasure.”

Kim led us to Lena’s bed and had us lie side by side on our stomachs. She proceeded to give us each a massage. “Now,” she said, “we are ready for pleasure.” She continued, “Is it safe to assume you two are not new to each other? Then it is only correct for you both to familiarize your self with my body. There should be no surprises. Please take any liberties you wish.” Kim positioned herself on the bed, lying on her back, her arms at her side. “This is no time to be bashful,” she said. From the foot of the bed, I grabbed Kim’s ankles and spread her legs, exposing her dark pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the bed for easier access, I touched her softly. Even with her legs spread wide, when I cupped her pussy, my hand touched both thighs. Lena watched as I explored Kim’s delicate body, her hand dropping to her crotch unconsciously. She was so small that I couldn’t imagine sticking my cock in her. What I wasn’t surprised at was her wetness. She didn’t put out the volume Lena did, but her juices flowed nonetheless. With one finger I pulled her sweetness from her hole to her clit and rubbed gently. The slick juices and the contact made her clit slowly emerge from her hood and stand tall in comparison to the rest of her body. I knelt between her legs and licked at her little cunt. My tongue covered her entire pussy from hairline to cunthole. I was intent to make her cum, and while I worked gently on her pussy, Lena’s head appeared between my legs from behind. She pulled my cock down to her mouth and started sucking the head. This whole program was destined to fail. I was going to be my usual “two stroke” and these two horny women would be left to each other. I don’t think either wanted that, at least not yet. When I was sure Kim was going to cum, I warned Lena, who immediately deep throated my cock. Kim was not as physical when she came as I was used to with Lena, but my own cum was strong. And I found myself fucking my daughter’s face as I finished Kim off. While Kim and I were momentarily at a standstill, Lena was primed and would not be ignored. “Hey, you guys, what’s wrong with this picture?”, she said. “Uh oh! Our mistress has been left out. But fear not fair maiden, I have a surprise for you,” I retrieved my bag of purchases from the living room. I dumped the bag in the middle of the bed and Lena, like a kid in a candy store, said, “Oh, goodies.” She picked up the huge dildo that I had already installed batteries in. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going to put this,” she said. I looked at Kim who just smiled and shook her head no. 

“Well, since it would probably break Kim’s ribs, that leaves …..,” I said as I bowed to Lena.

“Ooo, that’s gotta hurt,” Lena said, “Let’s give it a try.”

Kim joined me at the edge of the bed while Lena lay down, her feet pulled up tight to her ass and her knees spread wide.

“Kim, while I am preparing Lena for her “pleasures”, I need you to address her beautiful breasts,” I instructed. Kim bent over and immediately went to work on Lena’s titties, licking and sucking at her nipples. Lena moaned and closed her eyes. I grabbed the bottle of “hot” body oil and applied a generous portion to Lena’s spread crotch. It certainly wasn’t needed for lubrication, Lena was drenched in her own fluids. The mixture of the lemon scented oil and Lena’s juices were intoxicating. Her lovely skin glistened from thigh to thigh. “Please be easy,” Lena said seriously. “That thing is huge.”

“I would never hurt you, Hon,” I said. “Just try to relax and enjoy the attention.”

I massaged, kneaded and prodded her flesh, as more of her slick liquids oozed from her spread hole. I gently finger fucked with one, then two fingers. Her hips gently responded to my fingers. As her tight pussy would loosen, I added more fingers. She was responding more vigorously as the number of fingers increased. I was in absolute heaven. I had four fingers in my little girls cunt while a miniature china doll sucked on her tits. My cock was already hard again and I envisioned myself fucking Kim from behind as she pleasured Lena. Unfortunately I couldn’t be in two places at the same time, and Lena’s pussy was begging for my continued attention. She wasn’t easily taking my four fingers, but she was relaxing a little more. Her moans had turned to grunts and Kim had quit sucking her nipples and was leaning across Lena’s belly, watching me finger fuck her fat pussy. Kim’s mouth was open in awe and a small rivulet of spittle slipped from the corner of her mouth. Lena’s moans had turned to grunts, matching the rhythms of my thrusts. With two fingers of each hand I continued fucking, spreading my fingers apart as I could to expand her. Then it dawned on me, the “hot” oil. “Kim, get down here closer and blow lightly against her pussy.” Kim didn’t hesitate. She lay across Lena’s belly and started blowing. Lena’s action was intense. “Fuck,” she yelled. “I’m going to cum!” Lena bucked her hips so hard I thought Kim would go flying off, but she held her ground and continued blowing. I increased the pace of my fucking fingers and Lena was hit with a violent orgasm. Her gaping pussy lashed at my penetrating hands and she let out a loud and continuous groan. Her climax must have lasted a full 60 seconds and Lena collapsed on the bed. Taking advantage of her relaxed state, I took the dildo and started rubbing the length of it up and down her slit, until it was completely lubricated. I spread her pussy hole with my fingers and gently pressed the head into her. She tightened, but as I twisted the dildo back and forth, she relaxed once again. I pressed the fake cock slightly deeper, repeating the twisting motion. I withdrew the cock and immediately put it back in. Lena had begun to react with renewed passion. Kim had forgotten her task and was once again just ogling at the action. One hand had slipped between her and the bed and I knew she was playing with her tiny pussy. As Lena got more and more into the action, I tenderly pushed forward and the head of the gigantic cock slipped past the edges of her hole. I withdrew and repeated the action several times. Lena’s moans returned and Kim had ceased to try to hide what she was doing to herself. With every stoke, I pushed the cock deeper into her yearning hole. Lena was going crazy. “More,” she cried. I pressed harder and the cock advanced into her stretched cunt. I estimated about 8 inches of cock had disappeared inside her, and still Lena begged for more. As I pushed a little farther I felt resistance and I knew I had reached Lena’s limits. I pulled out, then pushed back in, then repeated the process again and again, until Lena groaned and rolled her upper body back and forth. This time her orgasm jolted her whole body and the spasms made her body quiver. She lay afterwards, pale and exhausted. I slowly withdrew the dildo and with it came a flood of Lena’s cum, gushing from her pussy. A gaping hole remained where the cock had been, but slammed shut when Lena brought her legs together. Kim had made herself cum during the commotion, so the only one left from this go around was me. The thought of putting my dick in that tiny cunt had haunted since the first time I saw Kim. 




Daughter Lena Ch. 8



“You enjoyed that,” I said to Kim.

“Yes, sir, I have never seen or imagined anything like that. And to watch it made me touch myself. I’m sorry, sir,” Kim apologized.

“Don’t apologize, Kim,” I said. “And please quit calling me sir. It makes me feel older than I am. Now, you get in the same position Lena is in.” As told, Kim lay next to the still resting Lena on the edge of the bed. “Please pull your legs up and apart so I can see how excited you’ve made yourself,” I told her. Lena allowed me to spread her legs apart so I could compare those two scrumptious pussies. There really was no comparison. While Lena’s was puffy and bulging, Kim’s was of less shape. Lena’s clit hid behind her fat lips, while Kim’s protruded. I touched both pussies, my hands mimicking each other. As I put one finger in each girl, there were remarkable differences. Lena’s was still recovering from the reaming earlier, but sloshed from her juices. Kim’s was very tight, and although she was wet, she didn’t have the slickness of Lena. Lena interrupted my playing as she sat up on the bed. “You carry on,” she said. “I need a little recovery time. You fucked the shit out of me.” She sat there quietly as I proceeded with Kim. I planned the same procedure with Kim that I did to expand Lena, but the scale had changed. Even my finger pushed half way in seemed to spread her pussy wide. Kim lay back on the bed, unresponsive. “Kim, have you ever had sex before,” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said timidly, “but I have not had a penis inside me.”

“You mean you are a virgin?”, I said.

“No, sir,” she insisted. “I have had many variations of sex. But no man has ever put his penis in me.”

“Well we will save explanations for another time,” I said. “I would like to be the first to have real sex with you. Is that OK?” “I was hoping you would want to,” she said.

The conversation had aroused Lena’s curiosity. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “You mean I get to watch you bust her cherry? Man, are you going to owe me big time for this.”

I had to laugh as I moved closer to Kim’s waiting pussy. Lena sat next to Kim and without instructions, spread Kim’s pussy apart waiting for my cock. When I pressed the head against her hole, the skin around her pussy seemed to fold in under the pressure. I pushed very carefully and noticed a slight grimace on Kim’s face. I pulled out and tried again. With every effort my cock slid in a little farther. Meanwhile Lena flicked at Kim’s enlarged clit, but as my cock went in, her clit wanted to follow and I could feel Lena’s finger flick my cock and her clit at the same time. It wasn’t long before I was stroking the full length of my cock in and out of Kim’s small cunt. The discomfort was gone for her and she was getting with the program. Her small hips rose to meet my thrusts and I couldn’t get over the look of her tiny pussy wrapped around my pumping cock. With every back stroke the skin of her pussy lips clung to my shaft, then, disappeared back inside her on the forward stroke. The width of my cock filled the expanse between her legs and looked as out of place as the huge dildo did in Lena’s pussy. But there was a difference between fucking Kim and fucking Lena. The pressure of Kim’s pussy was mostly at the opening, and once I got past that, there wasn’t much more. Don’t get me wrong. She was a wonderful fuck. But when I fucked Lena, the immense pressures were the full length of my cock. While Kim was a hot little piece, Lena was the perfect fuck. I did not cum in Kim’s pussy, and when her orgasm hit, I fucked only for her pleasure.

When I was satisfied that she was complete, I pulled my cock out and stepped before Lena. She lay back and I put my hard prick into that lovely hole. It was hotter and wetter than I remembered, and with only two or three strokes I rammed my full length to the hilt of her cunt. I came hard and continuous and Lena only smiled up at me. Without a spoken word, Lena knew she would always be my favorite piece of ass.

Kim went home that night without partaking of the rest of my toys. She and Lena had no one-on-one encounters, and she expressed her gratitude at being involved.

I called a taxi for sweet little Kim and Lena and I retired to the bedroom for the next chapter.



Daughter Lena Ch. 9



When Kim had gone, Lena and I walked casually back toward the bed room, hand in hand. It is hard to describe, but the walk was comfortable, like a lazy stroll in the park.

“I loved watching you fuck her,” Lena said. “I wish you had used the giant dildo on her. Man, would that have been something to see. In fact, I would have loved to have seen that big son-of-a-bitch in me. Maybe some day we can play with the video camera.”

“Wow, that certainly opens up some exciting possibilities,” I answered. “But for right now, I have a request.”

Lena gave that childish grin and said, “ Absolutely, anything your old heart desires.”

We sat on the edge of the bed in our kimonos and I reached for Lena’s crotch. As I press and rubbed the silky material against her pussy she spread her legs. I said, “First I would like you to put on a pair of those edible panties. Then I would like to eat them off of you. Next I would like to use that two-headed job and fuck you in the ass and pussy at the same time while you are deep-throating my cock. Then after a brief rest I want to make love to you.” I rattled my requests off like a fast food order. 

Lena started laughing, “You crack me up. You tell me you want to fuck me in the ass and pussy with a rubber cock, eat my panties, and cum down my throat, then you turn gentle and want to ‘make love’ to me? What’s that about?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Shit head,” I came back. “We have great sex, and we fuck and suck each other, but we have never ‘made love’. I’m talking about intimate love making, not just fucking. There is a difference, you know.”

Lena’s laughing stopped as she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. “Use me and abuse me,” she said. I untied Lena’s robe and let the slick material fall to the side. I loved her body. That frail line of thin red hair pointed to her puffy pussy and her spread legs gave a terrific view of her spread twat. I stared and softly caressed for a moment, then stood and retrieved the package of panties. She sat and watched me rip the package open. I chose a florescent orange pair and told her to put them on. She pulled the tiny panties over her feet, then, stood to pull them up over her hips. They were extremely tight and Lena giggled as she struggled to get them properly placed. They barely covered her mound and disappeared between her fat lips. She discarded her robe and turned slowly for my eyes only. The florescent material reappeared at the top of her ass crack and formed a bright V. As she completed her turn to face me, she arched her back and pushed her hips forward. Her pussy mound strained against the frail material. She lay back over the edge of the bed and very lightly fingered her clit as she slowly spread her legs. Suddenly the thin panties snapped and the material flew across her mound, draping her hand. Lena sat up in shock and stared down at her pussy. I pulled her legs apart and started laughing hysterically. Her extreme wetness had dissolved the crotch of the edible panties. Her own laughter caused her to roll into a ball on her side, clutching her stomach.
When the tears of laughter cleared my eyes, I picked up the dildo and pulled her over onto her back. She continued a mild giggle until I started to lubricate the rubber cock by sliding its full length up and down her wet slit. There was never a lack of lubrication with Lena.

 After some time Lena started to react by pumping her hips slightly to match my strokes. I pulled her feet up to rest on the edge of the bed, and spread her knees wide. I was afforded a great shot of her spread pussy, her lips lain apart from the dildo. Her cute little pucker hole was accessible and I began a slow process of inserting one head of the cock inside. She moaned as she reached for her clit and started slowly manipulating the tiny bud. I worked the dildo in and out of her ass until I had reached a depth approximating half its length. Then I doubled the flexible rubber over and easily slid the opposite head into her pussy. Lena’s moans turned into guttural grunts as I pushed the dildo to its max. I hooked my finger into the bulbous dildo now fucking both of her glorious holes and began a slow pump. I allowed my thumb to bump against her clit with every forward stroke, interrupting her own finger action. She was spectacular. Her hips thrust in perfect unison to my pumping and we increased the pace at exactly the same instances. There was no way for me to have Lena suck my dick. She was completely engrossed and bucking wildly against my pumping grip. Once again she came hard. Her legs clamped together, stopping my action, and her body jerked and convulsed as her orgasm spread. She gradually relaxed and I removed the slick dildo. I lay down beside her, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. My robe was draped open and my cock stood tall, pre-cum dripping from the head. Looking straight up at the ceiling, Lena reached over and started gently stroking my cock. “Give me just a minute,” she said.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the easy caresses.  In time Lena rose and straddled my head in a classic 69 position. She spread her legs and lowered her drenched cunt to my face as she took my cock down her throat. I strained my neck forward to thrust my tongue inside her, and lapped at her juices. Those familiar pressures on my cock were going to make me cum sooner than I wanted. I lunged at her pussy with my face and sucked her lips hard into my mouth. Standing with tradition, I started to cum in only a short time. With one hand on each of her ass cheeks, I pulled her pussy hard to my mouth as I shot my cum into her throat. I wanted to crawl inside her, and wished for my tongue to be as long as the rubber cock I had just fucked her with. When she had sucked me dry, Lena rolled off to the side and lay next to me, her legs stretched out on the bed in the direction opposite mine. I was in a complete state of relaxation and could have slept easily.

Lena was the first to speak. “Let’s grab us a quick snack. We can rest up a bit, then, talk about this love making you want.   It’s going to have to be pretty special to beat what we’ve been doing.”  We donned our robes and went to the kitchen. Lena whipped us up a sandwich and we visited while we ate. We talked about everything from Kim, to putting our escapades on tape. Just as we were finishing, I rose from my stool at the bar and walked behind Lena. I reached around and placed my hands over her small breasts and started kissing her neck. She leaned her head back, giving me better access. As I kissed down farther on her neck, my hands went to her lap. Without prompting, her legs spread and I was once again feeling that hungry pussy. I was very gentle with my touches, paying more attention to kissing and licking her neck and ears. I turned the bar stool around and wedged myself between her legs. I kissed her hard on the mouth, our tongues seeking each other. 

I swept her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed, I removed her robe, then, my own. I lay beside her and began to smother her face and neck with passionate kisses. My hand went to her crotch as I lowered my kisses to her breasts. As soon as I touched her pussy I knew she was getting off on this tender loving. I sucked her little nipples into my mouth and rolled them between my tongue and lips, then, as she became more excited, between my tongue and teeth. I learned that I had been remiss in not paying more attention to her breasts in the past. She was really getting wound up. While my oral attentions were on her titties, my hand was building her to heights at the lower end. I would dip one finger into her drooling cunt, then, drag it up her slit and across her clit. When I could tell she was on the verge of cumming, I mounted her in the age-old missionary style. I slipped my cock inside her to the hilt while my tongue probed her mouth. She began cumming before I had reached the third full stroke. And, believe it or not, I was not on the verge. With every movement and every thought, my intention was to please Lena. And until her orgasm had subsided, I didn’t make any effort to please myself. It’s not to say that pleasing Lena was hard duty. On the contrary, it was fabulous. I knew that if I could last long enough, Lena would follow with yet another cum. Sure enough, as my pelvis slammed against her mound, and my cum shot deep into her womb, her own orgasm repeated itself. We lay side by side in deep wonderful sleep that night. 

The years passed and Lena and I never lost our closeness. The passion of our first year waned but always remained an unforgettable part of our lives. And while other men did come and go in Lena’s life, she was always there to provide for me and vice versa. We did use the video camera and have great clips of our “pleasures”, as Kim called them. All copies are locked away in a safe deposit box that only Lena and I will ever have access to. I suspect some day when I am gone, Lena will destroy them. But she will never destroy the memories and the intimate love shared between father and daughter.