7 comments/ 236686 views/ 14 favorites Princess Daisy By: ffreak I met my wife, Sandra, when we were in our thirties. She had a daughter, Daisy, from a previous marriage. Both mother and daughter were outgoing, energetic, and just plain fun to be around. Daisy’s father had died when she was seven and I often thought that might have a lot to do with her clinging to me. She liked hugs a lot. I would call her my princess, rain kisses on her forehead and she would cuddle up to me while I did her favorite thing; rubbing her back. My wife was not able to have any more children, so we showered our affection on our only daughter. Or that is, I showered my affection on her. Daisy got away with anything, and everything. Sandra was hard on her; I provided the balance as I saw it. I had a pool put in the back yard. Daisy loved it. She lived around it as much of the year as the temperature permitted. As a result, Daisy was usually dressed in little more than a bikini. She seemed to prefer brilliant patterns, but to her mother’s dismay she would just as soon jump in the pool in her thong underpants and a torn t-shirt. Her friends were no different. Many afternoons we had a house full of young women running around the back yard, laughing, splashing, and generally having a lot of fun. It was a lot of fun for me too. Since I managed my business from home, I was able to enjoy many hours watching these young ladies show off their blossoming bodies over the years. When Daisy turned 18 and graduated from high-school, her mother seemed to go through her own mid-life crisis. Daisy wanted to have an all-girl pool party. It wasn’t an unusual request considering all the other pool parties she had. On the day of the party all the girls crowded into her bedroom at the same time and the laughter seemed louder than usual. Sandra and I were sitting in the family room, I was reading the paper, waiting to see what the girls would show-off. Suddenly it got quiet and I looked up as the girls paraded through the room and out the sliding glass door. My jaw dropped. Each girl had an identical bikini that was hardly there. They were so shear they were almost invisible. I didn’t know they made such things but there was a logo on the front of the bottom that provided the only barrier to seeing their bare pussies. There was nothing left to the imagination except what could be done with such delectable flesh. I looked over at Sandra and she was glaring at me. I shrugged – there was nothing I could do about how they were dressed. Sandra got up and stalked out of the room, for which I was thankful, I could watch the girls through the door. In a few minutes Sandra came back into the room wearing her own bikini and headed to the bar. She poured one drink and drained it then poured another and came over to where I was sitting. Calmly and slowly she undid her top and let it drop. She had my full attention now. I put my hand out toward her thigh and she slapped it away, then she untied her bottoms and let them fall. I figured at this point she would want to go back into the bedroom and release some of that pent-up energy we both were restraining. Instead she turned and walked out to the pool and dove in. The girls were so surprised, maybe in part because of how naked their own bikinis made them; they seemed to take Sandra’s intrusion in stride. Until she swam back and got out of the pool. Then everything got quiet. Sandra turned around looking each girl in the eye until they dropped their heads and came back in the house. Daisy wouldn’t drop her head she just glared back with her fists closed. When she finally came in she wouldn’t even look at me, she just went back to her room and stayed there the rest of the day. Her friends all left quietly. Sandra remained by the pool sunning herself, naked. About an hour after the girls had gone home, Sandra got dressed and left without a word. I knocked on Daisy’s door, but she wouldn’t answer and the door was locked. I felt like I had been the victim of a train wreck. No one was talking to me and I had done nothing. When Daisy did come out, she was dressed and had a duffel bag. “What’s up, Princess?” I said. “I just can’t take her anymore,” Daisy said. “It was just a bad day. Please don’t go.” “I can’t stay. Johnny has been after me to move in with him. He has his own place. I… I’m going to try that. If it doesn’t work, I’ll get my own place and get some of my friends to move in. That is, if I have any friends left after that performance.” That was it; suddenly Daisy was gone from our lives. Sandra returned home about 3 am so drunk she couldn’t get the door open. I woke to the noise of her banging on the door and let her in. When I tried to help her she pushed me away. She never came to bed. In the morning she was sprawled on the couch, her skirt hiked up enough to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Sandra started going-out with her girl friends several nights each week. When she got home she was always stinking drunk. I tried to spend time with Daisy, taking her to lunch frequently. I tried to talk her out of living with the guy she had moved-in with. He had no future as far as I could see; he was a braggart and only worked part-time when he worked at all. I even offered to pay for her to have her own apartment. In turn, Daisy would probe my relationship with her mother, which had become tense, bitter, and disappointing. Daisy felt my need and would hug me to interrupt my depression. I would respond as always, kissing her on the head, nose and cheeks, all the while rubbing her back vigorously. She would give me a final peck on the lips and then go. When Sandra finally left, my bubble of denial was burst. I don’t know why I had let things go on for so long. My lawyer laid it on pretty thick about how smart he’d been to talk me into a pre-nuptial agreement. Sandra didn’t get a thing in the divorce. When the dust settled, my spirit seemed to have left me also. Rather than let my business spiral down into oblivion, I sold it. The deal gave me money in the bank and payments on the remainder. I had nothing to do with my evenings and the money came-in steadily from the new owners, so over the next year I added a room under the deck and put in a spa with a huge hot tub, sauna and a cold plunge. I made sure the room had all the extras. A flat-panel TV hung from the ceiling, I put-in a bar, a fridge and a microwave. What a great way, I thought, to watch a game, or a hot movie. I even put in a security system that let me see anyone at the front door as a picture-in-picture frame on the TV. It was great. I even fantasized about getting a fresh young date to sit in the tub and watch movies with me, something to remind me of the good times when Daisy was young. Instead, I settled for the porn station and my hand. I was just not ready to actually go out and try to find someone. And I didn’t want the mechanical insincerity of hiring someone to take care of me. One night, a few weeks after finishing my project, I filled the tub, poured a drink, got naked, sat back, and started watching a new release of Oral Cravings. The action started immediately. In the first scene, a blond with mammoth tits was slurping away on an impossibly huge dick. It wasn’t doing much for me, so just kind of sat and watched. It didn’t last too long, or maybe it was a matter of the guy didn’t last too long. The next scene got more of my attention. In this one a younger looking girl with short brown hair was licking a normal size cock. As she moved up to get in a better position, she showed her naked body for a moment. She had average tits and a slender, athletic build, reminding me of one of the girls Daisy used to have over to the house. She worked her way slowly up the shaft, licking and gently kissing it while running her fist up and down in a steady rhythm. A clear drop of pre-cum oozed its way out of the cock and started to run down the front. The girl smiled, looking at it flowing down toward her hand. Then she stuck the tip of her tongue just below it and eased her way to the top. She started to kiss the crown of the head and suddenly she simply swallowed the entire shaft in one slurp. This was hot! I automatically grabbed my own manhood and started to match her bobbing on the dick on the screen. After a solid minute of pumping she let go with her mouth with drool stretching between her grin and his cock. She locked lips with the guy and raised her body above his. Her leg must have been on the camera mans’ shoulder because you could see her clean shaven pussy as she inched it toward her goal. She sat on his pole and let it slip into her slowly as though savoring every inch. They started to move into overdrive, the girl looking like a rag doll as she flopped this way and that. Her cries were getting louder each time the guy and her collided. I started to match their speed, imagining I could feel the girl bouncing on my pole. I was getting closer with them. Right then, the doorbell rang. What the hell? I thought. It was after 11pm. Who would be trying to see me this late? I grabbed the remote and fumbled with it, hitting the mute like I had a reason to feel guilty about what I was watching. Then I hit the security pop-up to see who was on the porch. I couldn’t see much of anything so I zoomed the camera out to see the whole porch. It was Daisy, and she was not on her feet. I didn’t wait to see why she wasn’t standing. I hit the off button and jumped out of the tub grabbing my terry cloth wrap. I ran up to the door and there she was on the front porch pulling her shoes off, one leg up in the air showing me her bright red thong. “Hi”, she said, rocking back on her butt showing me more. I still had most of a raging hard-on and seeing her like this wasn’t helping. She finally got to her feet with some effort not bothering to smooth her skirt down. “I told stupid to go move in with his bitch if he wanted. And he said,” she started to break down, “He said, she could move in with him.” She started bawling and ran into my arms. “There, there, Princess”, I said and kissed her on the forehead, “You’re here now. Don’t worry; I’ll take care of everything. We won’t let him get away with this.” Her top didn’t cover much more than her thong. She was braless as usual and the chemise she was wearing was too big for her. One strap was already off a shoulder and as I put my arm around her I could feel her nipples against my bare chest. She pushed away from me and said, “I don’t ever want to see him again. I don’t care if he just gets to keep everything. I don’t want anything to do with him.” “Ok”, I told her, “Come in and tell me all about it.” “I don’t want to talk about it! I want him to fall off the face of the earth. And that bitch he’s been sleeping with instead of me.” It took a while to calm her down. I could also tell she had been drinking, probably with her friends. In fact, it was a little surprising to see her at this time of night. If she was going out with her friends, they normally came home with the sun. I took her into the kitchen and we sat and talked. We had been comfortable as a family with each other so it really didn’t bother me much that neither one of us were wearing much of anything. At least that was the case as long as I didn’t think about it. Daisy never lost her real cute girl looks. She was about six inches shorter than me and without an ounce of fat on her smooth young body. She has sky-blue eyes, and light blond hair. Because of her darker brows, everyone thinks she’s a bottle blond, but she’s just the way nature made her. In fact, her naturalness was what attracted her bad-boy husband, and what was tearing them apart. He wanted her to get implants; she wanted to stay the way she was. Her breasts were just right as far as I am concerned. She’s not flat, and she doesn’t sag. She was a tom boy to beat the band when she was younger. In school, she could out run and out climb the boys. When she got old enough, she could out drink them too. I told her about the new room downstairs and took her to see it. She seemed distracted and tired. Once I got her settled into her old downstairs bedroom, I went back up to get ready for bed. I managed to get all the way into bed before I remembered that I needed to turn-off the tub. I put my wrap back on and padded down to the spa. I expected to hear the tub going when I got down there. What I didn’t expect to find or hear was Daisy. There she was in the tub; eyes screwed shut, gasping, breasts squeezed between her arms, nipples like rockets, and rubbing herself just below the water line. I was dumbfounded for a few seconds. She looked better and sexier than the girl in the movie. Her head was thrown back and flopping from side to side. One hand was pinching a nipple while the other worked away below the water. I licked my lips. I shouldn’t have stood there watching, but I couldn’t peel my eyes off the luscious sight. My boner was as hard as ever and I started to sweat watching the water bubble by her hand and the wetness streaming down her breasts. Daisy began to mewl as she got closer to a climax. She put her other hand into the water and started to straighten, lifting herself out of the water a little more. Now her pussy was just on top of the water and she worked one hand in circular motions as she fluttered her other hand across her lips. I reached for my aching cock, squeezing it through the towel, then slowly moving to the edge, I began to slip my hand underneath. Daisy opened her eyes and looked right into mine. She stood straight up in all her naked glory. Or at least she tried. The tub has several contours to get the best angle of the jets. She had obviously positioned herself to get the special benefit of one between her legs. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much balance due to the drinking she had been doing, and she slipped and plunged below the water with a thump. I jumped into the tub without thinking, knocking by wrap off be the motion. I grabbed Daisy by her elbow and her butt and lifted her out of the water. Daisy was sputtering, so I kept her bent over a little to help get the water out of her mouth. “I… I’m, sorry”, she coughed. “I’m so sorry.” “Shhh”, I said. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Are you all right?” She buried her head in my chest. It wasn’t until then that I realized that I was standing there naked, holding her naked body to me, and trying to comfort her. “Here”, I said, reaching for my wrap which was soaking, half floating in the tub. She misunderstood and collapsed into me sobbing. This made me sit back on the center contour, with her in my lap. She automatically moved her legs to straddle me. There was nothing I could do without making her more aware of our situation. So I started to rub her back and murmur reassuring words to calm her down. With all the emotional upheaval of the day, she had to be about to go out of her mind. She snuggled into me. “You must think I’m such a slut,” she said. My heart jumped. Evidently she was more aware of me standing there than I thought. “Shhh”, I said again, “I think no such thing. You’re my Princess. It’ll be alright, just relax, and let me rub your back. You’ve always liked that, haven’t you, Hon?” As I talked, I ran my hands in opposite directions up and down her back, from the waterline to her neck. I noticed she had opened a bottle of my Vodka and left it and an empty a juice glass on the edge of the tub. “But, you saw…” “Don’t worry, you were hurt, that’s all. I just rescued you,” I said. “Come on now, be a good girl and relax. Let me get rid of some of that tension.” She looked up at me sleepily and smiled. Without any hesitation, she snuggled tighter against me and let me work my magic on her back. After just a few trips up and down her back, she shifted a little bit to my right. It was at that point that us both being naked began to really affect me. The snapshot of her body just as she stood up flashed back into my mind – she was completely shaven. I felt no brush, only baby soft skin on my belly as she wiggled. I moved down her back with my right hand, pointed it at the water and rubbed all the way to the bottom of her butt. Daisy sighed, pushed her hip into my hand and moved her hands up and over my shoulders, laying her cheek and her firm breasts against me and giving me much better access to her body. I moved my other hand under the water and ran my right up her side, all the way to her arm. I did this slow and strong; fingers on her back and palm on her side. Those are the best back rubs. No feathers and no chopping, just slow, strong movements. The muscles relax and tension simply drains from the body. I kissed her again on the head. I figured that she would be out in moments. Instead, the next time I reached for her butt, she shifted upwards just a little, letting my hand wander all the way down under her thigh. It also meant that she slipped her lips up my instantly hardening cock. I didn’t want to make it obvious, so I reversed direction to come back up. But her shift had moved her more into my hand than I thought and my fingertips slipped across her swollen labia. I gasped as I felt her slickness. She moaned and tried to follow my fingers as I managed to get around the curve of her butt. I needed something to distract me or I was really going to be embarrassed. So I grabbed the TV remote and hit the power and mute buttons in rapid succession. I must have been connected to the porn channel the last time I had it on because it came up with two women slurping down an impossibly huge schlong. Fortunately I had muted it. Unfortunately, I dropped the remote in the tub, meaning I would need to keep Daisy from noticing until I got her to go to sleep. What I didn’t consider was that the wall behind us was reflective. As I resumed my pattern in her back rub, Daisy continued to wiggle. Between her insistent sliding and the 42” image of two naked women’s ministrations on the TV, I was getting harder. I kissed Daisy again on the head, then on the forehead as she raised her face to mine and kissed me full on the lips. It wasn’t a long kiss. No tongue was involved. But it wasn’t a peck either. And instead of laying her head back down on my chest, she straightened up a little and looked over my shoulder. I didn’t have clue at first, but Daisy smiled and began to move a little more earnestly. The way she was propped, her breasts were completely visible to me and I had no where to look without seeing naked flesh while she continued to rub against me. Finally she leaned in against me again and placed her face next to mine. I kissed her on the cheek and she returned the favor. My back rub was getting more erratic in pattern. On one swipe up her side I felt her nipple and looked down to see that I had cupped her breast and was playing with her hardened nipple. I quickly changed direction but I could hear her breathing getting harder in my ear from her open mouth. I was having a hard time being quiet myself. I was sweating, even though I knew the water was below skin temperature. And I couldn’t seem to help myself. I knew this was wrong. At the very least I was taking advantage of a beautiful, young, inebriated woman. At the worst it was incest – even if she was a stepdaughter and her mother was dead. She was still a daughter to me. But none of this was keeping me from getting closer and closer to orgasm. Daisy started to push harder on me every time she slipped downwards. I looked at her and noticed she was staring at the wall behind me. When I moved enough to see what she was watching, and realized she was reacting to the TV, she slipped all the way to the top of my swollen cock. In a panic, I turned back to the front and pushed just a little against her and managed to keep from slipping into her. Princess Daisy - The Reunion This is the sequel to Princess Daisy – The Homecoming. If you haven't had a chance to read it, please go to my home page (click on my name above) and you can find my stories and poetry there. I spent the day feeling anxious while Daisy visited her friend, Cindy. Daisy was my stepdaughter from a marriage that no longer existed. Her mother had run Daisy away from our home, and then left me for a younger man. I had tried to put my life back together and was starting to make progress when Daisy showed up on my doorstep. That was last night, and now my whole world has been turned upside-down. I let an accidental situation get way out of hand. This morning had been no less of a temptation. Rather than accuse me of being the ogre I felt like, Daisy pushed the situation further and we once more crossed the boundary at the breakfast table. When we were making love, Daisy felt like what I wanted, what I needed. Never once did she do or say anything to make me feel bad. She even stated her opinion, that since the divorce she was no longer related to me. However it still did not make me feel like everything was OK. Daisy was my princess, and she still called me Daddy. Now, she was with a friend. How long would it be before she said something 'innocent' that would lead to the truth? How would people treat her, knowing she was sleeping with her Step-Dad? How would her husband use that information in their divorce? In an attempt to get my mind off the subject, I went outside and started working in the yard. Doing work that didn't require thinking left my mind to continue chewing on my dilemma. After a while I was so hot I had to sit down. My hands were shaking so bad, I decided to have a drink. That's something I hardly ever do, especially in the morning. Once I was back in the cool house, I thought it might be better to see if there was something on the TV to distract me. Nothing caught my interest so I punched in my security code and checked all of my surveillance cameras. I had put these in when I added a spa to the house. The cameras helped to lower my insurance premiums, even though I did not have any recording equipment hooked up to them. Front and back doors, the deck above the spa, the spa itself, and my bonus room in front of the spa where I had my First Edition book collection that was worth more than the house. I could use any TV in the house to check them. The insurance company had been impressed and consequently I had saved money. I had just gotten through checking each camera and calming down a bit when Daisy and her friend came in. I went to meet them at the top of the steps. Daisy is beautiful to me. She's about six inches shorter than I am and has an almost sculpted look to her smooth young body. She has sky-blue eyes and light blond hair. Because of her darker brows, everyone thinks she's a bottle blond, but she's just the way nature made her. Cindy is a couple of inches taller, a little more statuesque and looks like a golden buttercup to me. She has the yellowest blond hair and eyebrows I've ever seen and a year-round tan. Her father is Danish, and her mother is Italian. Somehow, Cindy got the best of both worlds. Daisy gave me a quick peck on the cheek, just like she used to, and made way for her friend. "Daddy, you remember Cindy?" Well, it looked like we were back to formal. My heart sank a little, but I could understand Daisy not wanting to let on that anything had changed in front of her friend. "Of course," I said, and held out my hand. Cindy surprised me and instead of taking my hand, gave me a tight hug. I know I hesitated, but then I did what seemed natural and returned the hug. What I didn't expect was the kiss on my cheek. "Hi, Mr. S. Good to see you again." Cindy added a giggle to the end as she let go of me. "Hi, Cindy," I said. "Please, call me Fred. It makes me feel too old to hear a beautiful young lady call me Mister." I think I was blushing because now both girls giggled. Daisy took Cindy by the hand and they rushed down the stairs. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I went back into my room to play on the computer. The master suite in my house takes the entire south end of the structure. It is a combined bedroom, office, and a private deck. I like to use the computer there because it has a view of the deck and the trees in our back yard. It's peaceful and I need that kind of environment to write. I'm trying my hand at writing a mystery in the hopes of being published. The girls came rushing into the room and stopped right next to me. I glanced up and then froze. They were wearing the identical bathing suits they'd worn the last time I saw Cindy, and the rest of their friends, at our house a few years ago. There was nothing left to the imagination by the thin strips of cloth that barely covered the areoles and nipples. It was uncomfortably obvious that both girls had no hair around the pubic area since the strip of cloth there was no bigger than the scant amount of cloth on their breasts. I had an instant erection that there was no way to hide, and I know my jaw was bouncing somewhere around my chest because both girls cracked up while pointing at me, dropping their beach towels on the floor. When I got my voice working again, I asked them: "I always wondered about how you girls all had the same style and color bikini – that is if that's what those are. Where did you get them?" "We all got online and ordered them the same night. It was a conspiracy. We wanted to see what you'd think." Daisy, as always was the speaker for the girls. "Since we were using our father's credit cards, we were able to get past the age restrictions. We thought they'd never come. It took almost six weeks, but they got there just in time for the party." Daisy's eyes darkened at the memory. I'd seen that look before; a quiet fury that she sometimes held inside, refusing to let the anger come out. I remembered the disappointment she suffered when her mother decided to ruin her party before it really had a chance to get underway. I silently swore to myself that I would never let that happen to her again. I preferred to see my Princess carefree and happy. Maybe I was still a little too protective – maybe not. "Are those even legal to wear outside?" I said. "Silly," Daisy said, "We only put them on for you." Both girls had big grins on their faces. I noticed that Cindy was staring at my crotch, which didn't exactly make my erection subside. "Do you mind if we use your deck to get some sun?" Daisy said. "I can't think of a better place," I said with a smile. Daisy beamed at me and the two girls giggled and brushed past with their towels in tow, heading to the deck and leaving the door open. I swiveled my chair and watched them go out on the deck and prepare their places. I sighed, the joy of youth. I could get glimpses and reminders, but I could never go back. If I were their age, I would be trying to get all the girls in their group of friends into my bed. Oh well, I thought, back to the Internet. Just as I started to turn back, the girls surprised me again by stripping their little string bikinis off their luscious bodies. I froze in place as I saw four perfectly shaped breasts released from their confining straps and bobble in appreciation. Then each girl reached down and pulled the bottoms off, and dropped them with the other half of the suit. Neither one had a hair between their legs, their smooth little pussies looking so touchable. I felt a little light headed and swallowed, realizing I had not taken a breath since they began removing those little strips of cloth. Fortunately they were not looking at me. I felt sure they would have seen my tongue dragging on the floor if they had, but I still could not move from where I was anchored to my seat. Instead of applying suntan oil onto their own skin, the girls began rubbing oil on each other. They were talking and giggling like they were still schoolgirls, but their hands were massaging and rubbing each other much more sensuously than I would have expected. I could not take my eyes away from their languid movements. As they covered more of their skin, each stroke seemed to slow just a little over the most sensitive areas. They did each other's breasts at the same time and moved closer as their hands lingered over their hardening nipples. Cindy moved her leg to the side and leaned back a little as Daisy poured more oil over her own breasts and stomach, and then over Cindy's. I could see the oil flow from her breasts down to her glistening pussy. Then Daisy put her hands on both of Cindy's breasts and started squeezing and massaging while Cindy closed her eyes and started to moan. Daisy kept a circular motion going as she moved her hands down across Cindy's ribs and stomach. Then she reversed the hand nearest my view and reached under Cindy. Cindy let out something that was more of a growl, sat up, and grabbed Daisy in an embrace as they kissed and wriggled against each other. Cindy grabbed the oil and poured some over Daisy's back and her own and the two girls proceeded to smooth it around as they continued to kiss. When both of them were down to the other's butt, Cindy pushed Daisy onto her back and reached for her legs. I remained entranced as Cindy applied oil from Daisy's feet up her legs to her pelvis. She lingered there for awhile, teasing and rubbing the oil into Daisy's lips. Then she leaned back and Daisy sat up and went through the same procedure on Cindy. When her hands started to roam over Cindy's damp flower, Cindy reached up, pulled Daisy down on top of her and they started kissing again. Their oily bodies slipped against each other and their tongues flashed and hands worked between each other's legs, kissing and squirming for what seemed like an eternity. I knew the picture of these two nymphs would be engraved in my memory for a long time. I wondered if seeing young women undress and fondle each other was an addiction in and of itself. Or was I worse off? Did I simply have an addiction to Daisy? Seeing her naked, seeing her aroused, wanting to touch her, and ravish her myself – was this becoming an obsession? What would Daisy think if she knew what was going through my mind? I glanced down at my lap and noticed a large wet spot where my erection was pressing against my shorts. I reached down and wiped the dampness against my shaft. It did not help. My own urgent need was throbbing throughout my body. I could feel my pulse as it pumped blood from my toes to my head. My hand was shaking as I reached inside and grasped my manhood. I heard the girls giggle and looked up to see them covering their mouths and ducking into my bathroom. I was sitting there with my erect manhood visibly in my hand and they had seen me, I was sure of it. Why else would they have been giggling? The shower turned on and I could hear the girls whispering and continuing to giggle. I'm sure they knew they had given me a show, but I couldn't clear my mind enough to make sense of it all. I decided to go sit on the bed and try to distract myself by watching a ball game. The girls' shower didn't last long and they came back into my room with towels wrapped around their bodies. "Would it be okay if we used the spa?" Daisy asked, "Cindy wants to see it." "Of course, darling," I said, "the control is on the edge of the tub." The girls skipped down the hallway as if they had just been promised a treat. I went back to looking for a ball game on the TV, trying not to think. The low sound of the spa starting got my attention. The motor wasn't supposed to come on until there was enough water, but it hadn't seemed like enough time has passed to properly fill it. I switched over to the security channel and punched in the code for the spa to see if everything was okay It was better than okay. The water was at a proper level and frothing at a reasonable rate. Cindy was standing naked with her back against the wall and her eyes screwed shut while Daisy had her face buried between Cindy's legs. My hand automatically went to my throbbing meat as I scooted closer to the TV. I swore at myself for not putting in a sound pick up with the cameras. I almost tore my shorts as I yanked them off. Cindy seemed to be having trouble staying upright as she started shaking from her shoulders all the way down to her hips. Then she sank straight down into the water and almost attacked Daisy's lips in a fierce kiss. They battled with their tongues while their hands wandered frantically over each other's wet body. Daisy stood up and turned around into the same position that Cindy was in when I first turned on the monitor. Cindy moved against her and started to make Daisy squirm. Unlike Cindy, Daisy never closed her eyes. She seemed to be staring into the camera right at me. I didn't think she knew about the cameras, at least I didn't remember telling her anything about the security system. She just kept staring, even as her mouth dropped open and her chest started heaving in time to the movements of Cindy's head. Her eyes seemed to be staring at a distant point far away behind me as her body began to undulate slowly. It was like watching the dance of Salome and I was as helpless as Herod, watching her weave her seductive spell. Each wave of lust that passed through her body seemed to thrust her wantonness directly onto my shaft. Just as she arched her body against Cindy's mouth and let her orgasm take her, I too fell back and came hard across the sheets of the bed. It took me a couple of minutes to catch my breath. When I looked into the monitor again, the girls were getting out of the tub. I quickly turned the TV to another station, grabbed my shorts and put them on, then threw the covers over the mess I had made on the bed sheets. The girls were evidently doing something downstairs, because I had time to calm down, strip the bed, and take a quick rinse in the shower myself. I left the door to the deck open to help air out the bedroom. When I was dressed, I went into the living room and started moving things around for no good reason, just an excuse to be in another area away from my bed. After awhile, I sat down on the couch and turned on the living-room TV. There wasn't much to hold my interest and I really wasn't paying much attention. My head felt like someone had taken it off my body and put it somewhere unreal. The last two days were so wildly unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had no idea what was happening to me or where it would all lead. The girls came bounding up the stairs at that time and rushed over to where I was sitting. They had matching outfits with the most ridiculous fastenings - I would never have allowed such garments to be sold in my stores. The skirts were not much more than breech cloths, showing a generous portion of their legs all the way to the hips, and the tops seemed to be incomplete vests tied front and back. "Help us fix our skirts, please," Daisy said in a pout. She twirled around making the front and back of her skirt fly out. "Wait a minute," I said, "Come over here." I reached for her and she sidled up against my knees. Somehow she had a ridged strap running from the front to the back of the panels of her skirt and it looked far too tight. "What have you done to your hips? It looks like you've wound a rope and what?" "We just wound the side straps through our thongs because they were too long," Daisy said. "Girl, you're making marks in your flesh from that. Here, hold your skirt." The tailor in me took over easily with a clothing problem to handle. I unhooked the strap from the front of the skirt and carefully unwound it from her thong; pulling the material toward me to keep from burning her while I pulled the rough strap. The welts were already dark red and I rubbed them to get the circulation going. Daisy rocked into my hand as I rubbed. "Ok," I said, "turn around." Daisy flipped her other hip at me and I proceeded to do the same service for the other side. When I was through Daisy stood there in her brief top and a thong that covered more than her bikini. Cindy came over and looked at me like she wanted to ask for the same help. "Here," I said and reached for her. She balanced one shin across my legs, getting much closer to my face than Daisy. I repeated the same process with her, carefully pulling the underwear towards me so I would not hurt her, then rubbing the dented flesh. When I was through, I had Cindy hold the front and back panels of her skirt, tied a knot in the strap to mark where it should be re-sewn, and tied a knot in the strap to mark where it should be re-sewn and did the same for Daisy. Then I left them, went to my tailor's bench downstairs and reset the straps to the girls' sizes. Sewing was always a non-effort for me and as a result, a way to let my mind wander while I worked. What was going through my mind now, was how easy I had slipped into a hands-off role with the girls. Sure, I lusted after them so bad I couldn't think straight. But in front of them I might as well have been gay. Just a tailor/client relationship, I told myself. I came back to the living room to give the skirts back to the girls and stopped at the top of the stairs. They had replaced the thongs with silky g-strings. "Here you go," I said. The girls took the skirts and put them on. Turning and looking at each other's outfit. "Is there anything you can do for our tops?" Daisy asked. "Sure," I said, taking my seat again. "Come over here and let me see what I can do." Daisy came over to me and I turned her around a couple of times. "What look are you trying to get?" "Well, we know they're too big. We just want them to look like they're meant to be that way." "I can make them seem more flattering to your figure," I said. "Yeah, that's what we want, right Cindy?" I looked up at Cindy, who looked skeptical. I figured that Daisy had bought the outfits without Cindy being there and without trying one on herself. I pulled Daisy onto my lap and untied the bottom back of her vest. Then I turned her so I could look at the front. "Put your finger across your bust line, hon." I looked at her blouse where she pointed and then at the back of her neck at the ties there. A quick guess and I removed the tie on the front. "Hold the side panels right here," I said, making the panels hang an inch apart. Then I rethreaded the tie in the first set of holes just below her nipples and tied it off in a cowboy's bow. I turned Daisy back and untied, then lifted and retied the back top of the vest. With that done, I rethreaded the highest set of holes on the back bottom and tied them off. "Ok, tell me what you think," I said. Daisy got up and looked at Cindy who was staring wide-eyed. "Wow. Is that the same outfit?" she asked. "Do mine the say way, please." Cindy quickly sat on my lap and I went through the same process with her. Now the girls looked like they had bought custom fitted clothes. The vest showed more skin, but the tie in front, while not looking like much, lifted their breast from just the right level to make it almost look like they had a bra underneath. It was an optical illusion, but the effect was the same on the eyes. "By the way, where are you going to wear these outfits?" I asked. "Oh, we have a list of clubs to hop through tonight," Daisy said. "Thank you for making us look so good," she said and kissed me on the cheek. "Yeah, what she said." Cindy leaned down and kissed my other cheek. "Who knows," Daisy said, "maybe we'll get lucky." Then they rushed downstairs and out the door in a flurry of noise and laughter. My heart felt like it had just been weighted down with lead. If someone had thrown me from a ship in the sea right then, I would have sunk to the bottom and never would have been able to get up. Princess Daisy - The Reunion It had all been a dream, a very wet dream, but that was the only logical explanation I could think of if I was going to maintain my sanity. Here I was, just a sad old man, wishing for a lost and carefree youth. I laughed at myself. "Never going to happen again," I said, aloud. The rest of my evening was spent doing household chores. I changed my sheets, did the laundry, made a bite to eat and cleaned the kitchen. I went down to the spa and thought about spending a little time there, but when I turned on the TV, it was set to a porn station that somehow just didn't help. My ego had gotten the better of me while I had watched the girls earlier. Daisy wasn't looking at me, she was watching a steamy scene on the tube. I retreated to my room, undressed and crawled in bed. I surfed around the TV channels, settling on a classic movie station. After awhile, I dozed. The sound of the front door closing brought me awake with a start. The girls clambered noisily down the hall to my room and walked in as though I should be expecting them. I quickly pulled the sheet up a little higher on my belly and looked at the clock. It was just a little after 11 pm. "What happened," I said, "I didn't expect you back this early." "Aw, we just didn't find any guys worth sticking around for," said Daisy. She kicked-off her shoes and crawled up on the bed and on top of me. Her vest hung open and I could see her breasts swaying. I looked over at Cindy and she was missing her front tie also. "What happened to your ties?" I asked. "We weren't getting much attention, so we untied them to see if that would get us some kind of reaction," Daisy said. "Nothing happened, though, we didn't even get felt up." "Uh-uh," said Cindy, a pout clouding her face. "Rub my back, please," Daisy said and lowered herself flat against me. Cindy had walked around to the other side of the bed and started to get on. "Take your shoes off, he doesn't like shoes on the bed," Daisy said. I heard the clunk of each shoe as it fell, then felt the bed move. I started to try to rub Daisy's back, but her vest was in the way, moving my hands above her waist just pulled more of the material from between us. The bed moved some more. "Here, let me help," Cindy said. I wasn't sure how she thought could help. Her hands touched mine briefly and then I felt the back of the vest give way. She had untied the bottom of it. Now I had access to Daisy's back without being hampered by the cloth. I proceeded to rub more of her back with longer, slower strokes. Cindy continued to move around and I got Daisy to turn her head a little so I could see past her shoulder. She crawled up maybe another inch to get comfortable. I got a glimpse of Cindy then. She had removed everything but her g-string and was in the process of taking it off. I stopped rubbing Daisy and stared for a moment, getting hard and having no way of keeping Daisy from feeling what was happening. Daisy made a little whiney sound and I made my hands move again. Cindy got up on her knees and moved over to Daisy again. She reached for Daisy's skirt and unbuttoned the straps. I saw the back panel fly off the bed, and without even thinking let my hands wander over Daisy's exposed butt. Cindy's hands ran over mine as she touched or somehow gave a signal to Daisy to lift her rear a little, and deftly snatched the front panel from between us. Daisy lifted herself and gave me a smoldering look. Her vest was hanging down against my chest and my rubbing was now concentrated on her sides as I ran my hands over her hips and up along the sides of her breasts. I felt Daisy shift and looked down to see Cindy moving Daisy's g-string under her knee. Daisy moved her leg forward so Cindy could finish pulling the strap over her foot. Then Daisy shoved her foot under the cover. I was so hard; it felt like I could poke a hole through a door. Daisy lowered her mouth to mine and pushed her tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and tasted the sweet-sharp remnants of the whiskey she must have had earlier. The bed shifted again and I felt Daisy's other bare leg slip underneath the covers against me. Now, as I ran my hands back down her body, nothing was in the way and I let my touch continue all the way past her uplifted bottom. Cindy's hands wandered over mine again, and then I felt her knuckles graze me through the sheet. I was sticking up against Daisy's stomach and she moaned into my mouth as she began to rock up and down. I could feel Cindy's hands moving quicker and Daisy's kissing became more urgent and vocal. Cindy's hand changed position, and I felt her glide her palm up my shaft to the tip and give me a squeeze. I couldn't help but lift up myself a little against Daisy and pull against her butt. Suddenly, Cindy jerked the sheet from between us and my wet shaft slapped against her belly. I knew this was too much to bear, but I could not help myself. Cindy's hand returned to pumping my aching hardness and pulling me towards her. I felt a wetness engulf me and heard a slurping smack of lips. Daisy broke our kiss, sat up, and slid down my length with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her lips. If it was Cindy's mouth I had felt, it was only momentary. Now the hot liquid that bathed my shaft was the natural heat of Daisy's body that caressed and gripped me. Cindy moved next to Daisy and they kissed each other as Daisy began to lift and drop herself on me. My hands were now on each side of Daisy's belly and I lifted them up her sides. She leaned back and shrugged her vest off her body and let me see her firm, young body as well as feel it as I reached her breasts and felt them fill my hands with an effervescent warmth. I felt Cindy before I saw her face cover mine and willingly opened my mouth in anticipation of her tongue. She too had that sweet-sharp taste. Cindy was a tactile woman and her hands gently caressed my face as we kissed. Daisy started moving a little more urgently. I could feel her rocking her hips faster and pulling at me with her muscles. Cindy moved down and started to kiss us both as our bodies moved apart and together. The extra pressure from her lips and tongue made me feel like I was getting even bigger as Daisy plunged up and down on me. I pulled on Cindy's butt and urged her to move her body closer to my face. She glided into position above me as I pulled her to my hungry mouth. Her muskiness was like a scented candle and my tongue played the part of the fluttering moth across the light of her need. From this angle I dove into her with my tongue and my nose. I had to breathe through my mouth but breath was not my priority, only the taste of her sweetness and the urgency of our desire as I lapped at her wetness in time to the thrusting of my shaft into the body of my love. Cindy's flower continued to unfold as I explored her hidden secrets, licking the dewdrops from the blush of each petal. I fell into the abyss of semi-consciousness as my body arched upwards and Cindy pushed herself against my face. She rolled off me and Daisy promptly fell into my arms and began kissing and licking my lips. I throbbed while I gave breathless little kisses back to Daisy. Cindy's hands and tongue were coaxing me back to hardness while Daisy was exploring my face and mouth. Suddenly, Daisy swung to my side as Cindy tried to engulf me in her wetness, but her legs were too shaky to get her aim right. I sat up and kissed Cindy while twisting our bodies around and laying her on her back. Then I reached down, placed my hand at the slot between her thighs, and opened her so I could ease into her steaming tunnel. I wanted to take my time with her. I had let my urgency get the better of me with Daisy and now I wanted to savor the feeling of this young body beneath mine. I leaned over Cindy and rested on my forearms as I kissed her on her mouth, on her neck and ears. As I arched downwards to get to her breasts, while gently thrusting into her, I could feel Daisy move next to us and push her breast against the side of my face while I heard the girls kiss. With such temptation so close, I had to pull Daisy just a little closer so I could taste both their nipples at the same time. Between our motion and our moans, we were creating music with a driving tempo that made it impossible to restrain my pace. I looked up and Daisy pulled me to her mouth. We took turns kissing and stroking each other while Cindy and I continued to rock our bodies together. Daisy gave me a series of little pushes and coaxed me into a more upright position with Cindy, increasing the pressure I was feeling. Then the took a hold of my shaft as I moved in and out of her friend and delicately added her touch to the sensations I was already feeling. That was more than I could take and I exploded into Cindy and collapsed on top of the girls, completely helpless to the waves of pleasure and pain wracking my body. I think I passed out. When I came-to, the girls were lying on each side of me, gently snoring. I got up, went to the bathroom, and came back to the foot of the bed. They were both lovely, and were both in my bed. I crawled up between them and fell fast asleep. The next morning, I awoke first. I did my morning ablutions and came back to the sleepyheads sprawled in very lovely positions on top of the covers. I couldn't decide if I had already died and this was heaven, or if it was all a dream and I was about to wake up. In either case, I thought there was nothing to lose from a quick morning sample. Daisy was lying on her side with a leg thrown across Cindy's hip exposing her little pussy like a smile. I crawled on the bed and nuzzled the soft flesh and felt her start to heat up. "Mmm…" she said. She pulled her leg over my head and let me get to her without difficulty. Our movement woke Cindy, but she quickly got off the bed and raced to the bathroom. I looked up, a little worried, but Daisy used that opportunity to roll off the bed too. "Me, next," she said as she walked into the bathroom. I rolled over on my back to wait for them. When they came back together, Cindy started picking up her things from the night before. "Is there anything wrong?" I asked. "Oh no, not at all," Cindy said and she came over to the side of the bed and reached down and gave me a quick but sensuous kiss. "I just have to be at work in an hour, that's all." "Oh," I said. I hadn't thought about the day. Being essentially retired and staying at home threw my sense of the workweek out the window. Plus, when I had been working, I had been the type to push my business seven days a week. "I'm sorry, I could have set an alarm or something." "Don't worry, I'll be fine." She put her hand on my face and smiled. I was happy and sad at the same time. This was a lovely girl, but she was leaving. Would she ever come back? Daisy had gathered her things too. "Where are you going, sweetness?" I foolishly asked. "I drove yesterday, so I need to take Cindy back home so she can borrow her Mom's car to go to work." I didn't know Cindy still lived at home with her parents, so it wouldn't do for me to take her home. Her mother would be able to see how I looked at both girls in an instant. I'd be found-out without either girl saying a thing. I was unable to say anything that would keep me with the girls. Daisy leaned over me and gave me a long wet kiss. Then she patted me on my cheek. "Don't worry poor dear, I'll be back. Maybe I'll bring dessert." She smiled and walked down the hallway with Cindy, both dressed in the best-tailored naked skin you could imagine. If you liked this story, please vote for it. And thank you for reading. Princess Daisy She just moved harder the next time. This was agony. Even with the TV on mute I seemed to be able to hear the moans and grunts from the screen. Then I realized it was us. Just as Daisy grabbed my face and kissed me, licking my lips this time, and forcing her tongue into my panting mouth, she kept raking her clit across the head of my cock. All of a sudden she came down on me so hard I could feel her clit almost bite into me as it raked over the head of my cock. That was all it took. I was lost. I had no control. Over and over I spurted seed between our bodies and while Daisy kept shuddering in her orgasm like the water was sending chills through her. As we both came down, panting and totally relaxed, Daisy lifted her knees, leaned back in my arms and somehow slipped her swollen lips from the bottom to the top of my softening cock. I thought I was spent but I squirted one last time, clearing the water and landing just below her breast. She smiled, eyes still only half open, and laid back down on me. I tried to continue her back rub but my hands were shaking so much I’m sure I didn’t have any affect. I used an old habit to try to get my breathing under control. I counted to 40 with my eyes closed, breathing in and out for each number. When I got to 40, I opened my eyes and looked down at my Princess. She was snoring softly. Carefully, I got out of the tub with her in my arms, wrapped her loosely in a towel and carried her to her bed. Back in the spa I cleaned-up, manually changed the TV channel to a news station, and retrieved the remote. Then I dragged myself upstairs and went to bed, too tired and too afraid to think. The next morning, I was sitting in the kitchen in my short robe (still not thinking) sipping on my coffee when Daisy walked in. She had one of her old robes on. It was really too small for her but she didn’t seem to care that she was showing a significant amount of leg and chest when she flopped down in the chair next to mine. “How are you doing this morning?” I asked. “Other than a monster hangover, Ok, I guess,” she said. I got up and went to the cupboard, got her a cup, poured it almost full of coffee added a dash of Irish whiskey. “Have some hair of the dog, Hon.” “Thanks,” she said and looked up at me quizzically. I didn’t know what she might say, or do. How much of last night did she remember, or did she think it was a dream. I was as nervous as a bank robber in front of the cops. Daisy took a big gulp of her coffee, squeezed her eyes tight and swallowed. She sat there for a few moments before she opened her eyes. Then she stood, came over to me, put her hand on the side of my face, reached up and kissed me open mouthed while she pressed herself against me. I thought I would pass out. She pulled me over to my chair and pushed me down in it before straddling me. As she did, her robe came apart and showed me her beautiful naked body. My cock shot up like a spring, parting my robe and poking her in the stomach. She reached down and yanked my belt off then grabbed me with one hand while she pushed me back with the other. “Well looks like this part wasn’t worn out,” she said. “What are you doing?” I asked, startled by her aggressiveness. “Finishing what we started last night,” she said. “I thought you…” “You thought I didn’t know what happened last night?” She pumped her hand a couple of times. “You wanted me,” she said. “You wanted me bad. And I wanted it too.” I didn’t know what to say. My mouth moved, but nothing came out. Daisy moved her hand and rubbed my pole against her slit. She was slippery with her own juices. “Hair of the dog, Daddy” I looked into her eyes and as she slipped against me. She mashed her mouth against mine and fought with my tongue as she moaned and bounced. After only a few bounces she said, “I was too drunk last night to do this like I wanted.” Then she rocked her hips as she reached the tip of my pole, grunted and sank on it all the way to the bottom. We sat there not moving for a minute. Daisy’s eyes were closed and her mouth had dropped open. I could feel her muscles rippling up and down my shaft. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. Daisy’s mother had been good at sex, not real adventurous, but good. Daisy on the other hand felt unbelievably good. Here I was with my step-daughter fucking me in a chair in the kitchen. Doing things to me I had never felt before. Things I had only imagined, things I would never have dared to do. Fucking me like it was the natural thing to do. “What’s wrong, Daddy,” Daisy said. I focused on her, trying for a moment to not watch her heaving breasts. Not able to ignore her vaginal muscles that were insistently massaging my cock. “We shouldn’t be doing this, sweetheart,” I said. “Why not? I want it, you want it.” “But it’s not right. You’re my daughter.” “Step daughter,” she said. A quick squeeze from her choked off my retort. I had always called her my daughter to her face and to everyone else. “When Mom divorced you, as far as I’m concerned, I was no longer related to you.” “That’s quite a stretch of logic there, don’t you think?” “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “What matters is this.” Daisy moved up off my shaft and one fluid motion she tilted forward and down and swallowed me whole. I thought I was going to come or die right then. Her mouth felt so good. Somehow she seemed to be swallowing over and over like she was drinking from me. I couldn’t stand it and started cumming like a gusher down her throat. She continued to swallow making me cum more than I ever had before. She pulled off me, giving me a slurpy kiss on the tip making me feel like a limp noodle. She had a wicked smile on her face as she crawled back onto the edge of the table. I didn’t need a written invitation. Scooting forward I wrapped my arms around her hips and kissed her bare pussy. I kissed all over her lips, from one end to the other. I nibbled, I licked, and I sucked. She was like eating an exquisite dessert, sweet, moist, and delicate. I reached in as far as I could with my tongue. I lapped at the nectar that started flowing from her in time to the contractions that wracked her body. When I took a breath and looked up at her, the lust on her face, her swollen nipples, and the rise of her mons were just too much to resist. I stood and speared her in a motion as fluid as sheathing a sword. I floated in and out of her body while I ran my hands all over her, feeling her breasts, her face, her arms, her butt. She was more gorgeous to me now than ever. I felt I could get lost in her and never regret a moment. Daisy smiled and reached up for me. I leaned into her and we shared a soulful kiss as we continued to fuck. When we broke the lip lock, Daisy began twisting her hips and said, “Cum in me, Daddy, cum in me.” Like it was the secret word, I came. Buried to the hilt, I came. And Daisy did too. She writhed I my arms as we both came. Holding her tightly to me, I straitened up, then sat back on the chair. We were still kissing throughout. I broke the kiss this time and tried to catch my breath. Daisy wiggled in a wicked way on my lap. Then she scrunched her nose and said, “Whew. Smells like we both need a shower.” “Yeah,” I said. “You’re right.” Daisy hopped up, naked and beautiful. “Are there towels downstairs?” she asked. “Of course,” I said, disappointed somehow that she didn’t automatically suggest we take a shower together. “Do you have everything you need?” “Sure,” she said and started to walk away. Then she turned around. My heart jumped to my throat. “I think I’m going to call Cindy and see if she wants to hang-out today.” “Ok,” I said. I know I was still sweating, but she ran back to me and threw her arms around me tightly. “Am I still your Princess?” “Always, Hon, you’ll always be my Princess.” The End This is the first in a series. If you like the story, please vote for it.