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Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 01

By: dannyboy111



NOTE TO READERS:

Please be patient with the slow beginning of this story. The first section concentrates on setting the stage and the characters, but have faith! It's a multi-chapter story with more than enough action to satisfy! 

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It's important for any parent to do whatever they can to boost their daughter's self-confidence and poise in order to ready them for the world outside -- even if that means fucking the shit out of them over and over, day after day, teaching them to take their Daddy's cock in every orifice. It's the least a father can do.

Katie had always been a shy girl. From the day she was born, she was the most reticent girl I ever met. Though she quickly learned to speak, as a toddler she refused to speak in front of strangers. She hated going to the grocery store for fear that the cashier might talk to her. The only friend she had in elementary, junior high and high school was Randi, a girl every bit as shy as herself. Elaine and I were grateful that the two girls had each other as company, but sometimes, when we talked privately about our daughter, we worried that the two girls' intense shyness reinforced each other in their reluctance to put themselves forward.

There was a while there, when Katie was in junior high, when we thought maybe things were turning around. We enrolled her in a dance class. There, freed from the pressure of having to make conversation with others, she seemed to come out of her shell. She started with beginning ballet lessons, then moved to regular dance classes -- waltzes, polkas, that sort of thing -- and later still tried her hand at modern dance. Her performance at dance recitals was the only time I could remember when she was willing to stand up in front of other people without hiding behind her ash-blonde hair, or squirming in the discomfort of being seen by others in public.

Unfortunately, it didn't last. Katie was slow to become interested in boys -- she was fifteen before she reached that stage that girls hit where she started papering her bedroom walls with clean-shaven, vaguely androgynous male teenage heartthrobs. And as for dating boys at her high school, forget it. Instead, she and her equally shy friend Randi skirted the edges of their high school hallways, avoiding parties, avoiding cliques of all sorts, and generally doing their best to never get noticed by anyone. Randi and she dressed in the frumpiest clothes imaginable, virtually guaranteeing that no boy would ever give either of them a second glance.

As a father, I found myself at a loss. Nothing Elaine or I ever did managed to get little Katie to come out of her shell. There were times when Elaine cried herself to sleep in my arms, worrying about our daughter's painful shyness. Elaine berated herself endlessly for whatever nameless thing she had done or had failed to do that had led to her daughter being such a shrinking violet. "She's pretty. She's smart. She's such a joy to be around," Elaine said to me on more than one occasion. "Why doesn't she see herself the way we see her?"

Around her seventeenth birthday, Katie's shyness extended to even include her dance lessons -- the one outlet that had seemed immune to her social fears. She continued with the dance lessons, but now she refused to take part in any dance classes that included boys, and she refused any role, no matter how small, in the class recitals. She even forbad her mother and me from attending her classes. The dance instructor told us that Katie was one of her best students -- but only when she was dancing in the relative safety of her class sessions. 

Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Katie got invited -- a miracle in itself! -- to a group outing to the beach. It was a weekend affair hosted by one of the parents at her school that would have included boys and girls. The parents of one of the girls had a timeshare condo on the coast, and agreed to have a bunch of kids come for a three day weekend that promised to be nothing but wholesome fun. The whole weekend would be chaperoned by the parents who owned the time share.

I knew better than to argue with Katie about it, but I couldn't resist pointing out a few things to her: there would be a group of boys and girls present, I said, so there wouldn't be any pressure on Katie to be the life of the party or anything like that. Couldn't she just try it out for once and see if maybe it wasn't quite as painful as she feared?

Elaine was more forceful. For once, she refused to take no for an answer, and insisted that THIS TIME, at least, Katie would socialize with her fellow students. "They're nice kids, I'm sure of it," Elaine said. "Trust me. You'll enjoy yourself."

Katie was on the verge of tears as her mother went into her room and started pulling out light summer dresses and jeans for Katie to wear on the trip. "Oh, please, Mom!" Katie cried, on the verge of tears. "Please! Don't make me! I just don't want to."

Tucked away in the back of the bottom drawer of her dresser, Elaine found a one-piece swimsuit that we'd bought for Katie on her birthday a couple of years earlier, a swimsuit that I had never once seen my daughter wear. "This is perfect," Elaine said. "You can wear this on the beach."

Now Katie was crying for real. "It doesn't even fit, Mom," she said. "Please don't make me wear it."

"Nonsense," said Elaine. "Try it on, and we'll see whether it looks good on you. If it doesn't fit, I'll buy you a new one for the trip."

Katie took the swimsuit reluctantly from her mother and went into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, she came out, red faced both from crying and from embarrassment.

Looking at my daughter in the one piece suit, I saw immediately that she was right, and I also saw at least a part of why Katie's social embarrassment had so drastically increased over the last year or so. 

Her tits were huge! Constrained by the tight one-piece, Katie's breasts were bulging out in all directions, stretching the fabric to the point that the material was noticeably more sheer where it stretched between two humongous breasts. At the top, her tits nearly overflowed the top, providing the most incredible cleavage that I had ever seen outside of a men's magazine.

Somewhere along the line, adolescence had hit my daughter with a vengeance. I immediately thought back over the last year and a half, remembering when Katie's frumpy clothes had become drastically even more frumpy and shapeless. At the time, I had thought that it was merely her natural shyness becoming more pronounced, but now I saw that it was an intense embarrassment over her budding womanhood, driving her to become even more self conscious, even more withdrawn.

Katie's huge tits were only a part of the package. She had always had a slight build -- perfect for a dancer -- and now her humongous tits seemed to overwhelm what was otherwise a tight little body with a small waist and flaring hips. The result was a mouth-watering hourglass figure so stunning that I couldn't take my eyes off her body. Looking at her tits spilling out of all sides of the tight swimsuit, I couldn't help but think how fantastic it would be to grope her huge, soft tits, to lift her little body up onto my lap facing me so that I could lick her big tits while fucking her.

Katie squirmed under my gaze, interpreting, I think, my open-mouthed stare as criticism. She started crying even more. "You see why I can't wear this?" she said, turning to her mother. "It makes me look like a freak. I hate my body! I'm a freak! If I go on this trip, everyone will stare at me!" Her delicious tits, nearly bursting out of a swimsuit that would have looked demure on anyone else, shook with her sobs so much that I couldn't take my eyes off them. With each gasp, Katie's tits jiggled wildly. When had my daughter become a sex bomb?

Elaine, sitting beside me on the couch, held out her arms and Katie threw herself onto the ground with her head in her mother's lap, sobbing. "You see why I won't let you go clothes shopping with me, why I won't even let you wash my laundry anymore. I didn't want you to see what my body has become. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please don't make me go on this trip!"

Despite my concern for Katie's emotional welfare, I found myself wishing that it was my lap that she was burying her face into rather than her mother's. My cock was hardening more with every movement of her amazing body. 

The revelation of Katie's budding teenage body and her incredible rack was obviously as much a surprise to her mother as it was to me. With Katie's face buried in her mother's lap, Elaine looked at me in shock and inquiry. She mouthed a message to me: "What do we do now?" But aloud, she said soothingly, "Katie, sweetheart, you're not a freak, you're a lovely girl. Isn't she, Daddy?"

"Of course you're not a freak, sweetie," I said. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You're very beautiful. Any young man would find you attractive. We'll get you a new swimsuit that fits better, and you'll have lovely time this weekend." 

Katie lifted her head and looked at me. "No! I won't go! I can't go! I can't have people looking at me!"

Elaine and I talked some more, but there was no budging her, and given the revelation of Katie's incredible body and her even more incredible tits, I have to admit that the wind had been knocked out of me. Eventually, Elaine and I gave in and Elaine called the other parent to say that Katie wouldn't be coming after all. To be honest, given how few friends Katie had, I doubt that the other kid's family was very worked up about her failure to attend. It was a wonder that she'd been invited in the first place.

The next day I came home from work to find Elaine in the living room, surrounded by bags from clothing stores. "What's the deal?" I asked.

"Shopping therapy," Elaine answered. "What the hell -- we've tried everything else. Dance lessons, counseling, self-help books. Nothing has worked. I figure if part of Katie's problem is a poor self-image, then maybe a makeover would help."

I reached into a bag and pulled out a short skirt and a skimpy tube top. "You think you can get her to wear this?" 

"Maybe not in public. But around the house. You and I will work on it together. She'll wear some nice clothes in the privacy of our house, and in exchange we'll stop bugging her about joining any clubs at school. My job will be to supply attractive, sexy clothing."

"And my job?"

"To compliment her. To make her feel pretty. Sometimes a girl needs her father to tell her that men will find her attractive. I want you to shower her with flattery about her appearance. Give her hugs and kisses to encourage her."

We told Katie about the clothing arrangement over dinner. She was reluctant, but she agreed to meet us halfway, so long as she wouldn't be required to forego the "Annie Hall run amok" clothing that she normally wore in public.

After the dishes were cleared, Katie went into her room to change, and a few minutes later I saw her dressed, for the first time in a couple of years, in nice clothing. It was her dance leotard coupled with a wraparound skirt.

It was an ordinary outfit, but on her it looked extraordinary. Her tits were incredible -- stupendous on her slight frame -- and I wondered again how she had managed to hide her growing bust from us for the last year or two. 

When Katie entered the room, Elaine applauded as though a queen had graced us with her presence. Katie blushed and started to turn away, as if she were going to leave the room. 

Elaine looked over at me and gave me a stern look that told me I had to do something. 

"Come here, Katie," I said. I held out my arms and she came to me, burying her face in my chest just below my shoulder. I could feel those fantastic soft tits mashed into my chest. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," I continued. "You're a beautiful young woman. That top looks very pretty on you." In fact, it looked fucking stunning. It took all my self control to keep from bringing up my hand to cup one of her huge tits while I comforted her. I kissed her on the top of the head as chastely as I could manage, when what I really wanted was to tilt her head up toward me and thrust my tongue in her mouth.

Standing several feet away, my wife Elaine smiled at me in approval.

Later that night, Elaine and I talked some more while we lay in bed. Elaine often liked to stroke my cock when she was tense -- she said feeling my hardon soothed her. When she was really upset, she liked to curl up with her head in my crotch and suck my cock like a pacifier. 

Elaine nestled up next to me and reached under the covers for her cock-pacifier. "I feel like we made progress tonight, don't you?" she said as she stroked me up and down. "I mean, sure, she was upset at first. But after you held her and stroked her head, she calmed down. And she wore the outfit the rest of the night." 

I murmured my agreement. Elaine licked the entire length of my shaft and wrapped her hand around it.

Elaine sped up her handjob as she continued. "Can you believe that she still thinks of herself as an ugly duckling? It's true, she went through an awkward phase in puberty, but that was years ago! And now -- my god, did you see how large her breasts have gotten?"

My cock gave a lurch and bumped into Elaine's nose as I remembered how soft they felt pressed against my chest when she hugged me. Elaine giggled. "Yeah, I guess you did see. I've always had large breasts myself, but I don't think my 36DD's come close to what she's got. I'm thinking an E cup at least."

"She's turned into a very pretty girl," I said, trying to keep my voice as neutral as I could while I envisioned my daughter's gigantic tits and her lovely eyes looking at me. Meanwhile, my wife's own sizeable tits pressed against my thigh as she suckled my hard cock. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face down on my dick faster and deeper.

After a minute or so my wife lifted her mouth off my dick with a loud pop and continued: "It's up to us to teach her how pretty she is." She sucked some more, then after a moment, she pulled her head off my cock again and added, "And by us, I mainly mean YOU. It would mean more coming from a man." She slipped my cock back into her mouth and licked the head lovingly. Then she took it out again and stroked me up and down. I looked down at my crotch and saw her smiling at me as she held my cock upright along the side of her face. "I want you to shower her with compliments and affection," she said, and kissed the shaft daintily. "Show her how much you love her." Another kiss, this time on the head of my cock. "Do everything you can to teach her to be a woman." With a happy slurp, she put my dick back in her mouth and began sucking in earnest.

This was one of those occasions when discretion seemed the better part of valor. I kept my mouth shut. 

"Thank you, honey. I love you so much," she said. 

I cradled her head in my hands to guide her slurping mouth while I thought about our daughter. With every gurgle of my wife's throat as she gagged lovingly on my cock, I imagined that it was my daughter's mouth sucking me. I closed my eyes for several minutes, lost in the sensation of being blown, and the fantasy that it was my innocent blonde daughter doing the blowing. 

A few minutes later, Elaine took her mouth off my cock. As if there had been no gap of time she resumed talking about Katie. 

"A lot of affection is tactile, you know," she said, sitting up briefly. She jacked my cock for a moment. "Katie not only needs verbal encouragement from you. I'm also worried that she's become physically distant from us at the same time that she's become emotionally distant." She knelt on the bed and rested her arms and head on the pillow, thrusting her ass in the air. "Put your cock in me, sweetheart," she said, not missing a beat.

She reached behind herself and guided my cock into her pussy. I grabbed her hips and started pushing into her. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. I could hardly believe where this was going.

"Touch her. Hug her," she said. 

I began pounding harder.

"Make her feel -- Uhh! -- exactly -- Uhh! -- how much -- Uhh! -- you love her! Oh yes! Like that! Give it to me! Show her your love! Push it deeper! Deep love! Oh God! Fucking deep love for your daughter! Show your big titted daughter how deep your love is! Fucking deep love! Fuck me deeper!"

By this time I was going crazy with lust. I pounded my cock into my wife harder and faster with each thrust. Looking at her heart-shaped ass in front of me, I could hardly recognize or care whether I was fucking my busty wife or my even bustier daughter. I reached forward and grabbed her big soft tits with both hands, pulling her up towards me. "Yes!" I screamed. "I'll show her my love! I'll show her all my fucking love!"

Elaine started giggling in orgasmic release. Her shaking in orgasm felt fantastic on my cock. "Yes, Daddy! Love me! Show me how fucking much you fucking love me! Fuck me Daddy!"

I came so hard I nearly blacked out. While my cock spurted jism, my mind was full of my fantasies of blonde daughter writhing beneath me, her huge tits bouncing with each thrust of my cock into her tight pussy.

During the next week our experiment went pretty well. When Katie came home from school each day, she dutifully shed her multiple shapeless layers of coat, sweater, scarf, vest and god knows whatever else she was wearing and put on the more form-fitting t-shirts, jeans and skirts that her mother had bought her. Each day I complimented her, hugged her and kissed her on the cheek or forehead to let her know how much I approved of the effort she was making.

While Elaine and I struggled to improve Katie's self esteem, I noticed an unexpected change in our daughter's behavior. Out of the blue, she started talking and acting like a girl several years younger than she really was. She started calling me Daddy ("Dad" had been her default name for me since before she turned ten). Her choices of TV shows suddenly reverted to old sitcoms, "family" rated movies and the like that she'd outgrown several years earlier. She even started listening to the sort of boy bands that usually attract younger girls.

As it happened, I'd seen that sort of thing before. Several years earlier, her friend Randi's parents divorced, and during the breakup Randi started acting like a little kid whenever she was visiting the house.

One of my neighbors down the block, a therapist, explained it to me: "It's called regression," she said. "When kids go through tough times, they often seem to move backwards instead of forward for awhile -- what they're doing is they fall back on behaviors that worked for them in the past, and that their parents helped them overcome. In toddlers, you might see them forget their potty training and start using baby vocabulary. Older kids might wet the bed when they're stressed. Even adults -- say when you're starting a new job and haven't got your feet on the ground yet -- might act like a complete newbie for the first few weeks. It's just a phase. Ninety-nine per cent of kids outgrow it after a few weeks or months."

So I ignored the strange shift to calling me "Daddy". I even encouraged it a little to reassure Katie that I was there for her. I joined her on the couch a few times, letting her cuddle next to me under my outstretched arm, while she had us watch a couple of old Disney movies that she had watched when she was a little kid.

The clothing changes turned into mini fashion shows. Whenever I came home from work, Katie was already home and had changed into her outfit of the day. She twirled in front of me, letting her skirt flare up to show her toned dancer's legs. She lifted her arms to display her whole body to me. "Do you like it, Daddy? Do I look pretty?" she asked. Then she came and hugged me, pressing her lithe little body into mine. Elaine, standing several feet away, smiled at how well her plan was working. "Tell me I'm beautiful, Daddy," my daughter whispered while I held her voluptuous body tightly.


Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 01



Despite the progress we were making, it was still an uphill battle to get Katie beyond her feelings of inferiority. Several days into our experiment, I came home from work to find Katie sitting on the couch. She was covered, burqa-like, by one of her ugly brown coats, though I could tell by the calves that showed at the bottom that underneath, she was wearing nicer clothing. "I thought we agreed that you were going to wear prettier clothing around the house," I said.

"Oh Daddy, I can't!" Katie cried. She stood and opened up the coat to show me a tube top that displayed her impressive cleavage in a way I hadn't seen before. It was like her huge tits were on a platter for me to nibble on and suck and . . . .

I shook my head to get rid of the images that came into my mind. "You look gorgeous, Katie," I said.

"I look like a freak. A freak!" She cupped her enormous breasts in both hands and began sobbing. "Look at them!"

Elaine appeared in the doorway behind Katie's back, a worried, pleading look on her face.

"You're beautiful, Katie," I said lamely.

"Beautiful?! I've got these huge, ugly things that make me look . . . oh, God! I can't stand it!"

"They're not 'huge, ugly things'. They're your breasts," I said. "Your beautiful, large breasts that any man would love to look at and even touch. There are a lot of men who love women with large breasts."

"What about you, Daddy?"

I smiled for the first time. "Ask your mother if I like big tits." I motioned with my eyes behind Katie, and she turned to see her mother behind her, following our conversation.

"Your father is a Tit Man from 'way back," Elaine said, laughing lightly. "He's always loved my tits, and yours are even bigger than mine."

"You never said anything, Daddy."

"I didn't want to embarrass you."

"So you don't mind my big breasts?"

"Sweetheart, I love your big breasts. I love your huge tits. I love your fantastic, soft, jiggling breasts. I especially love this outfit because it shows them off to me so well."

"Oh, thank you Daddy! I love you, Daddy!" Katie ran into my arms and molded her body into mine. 

Elaine stood in the doorway, smiling and nodding in approval as I whispered to our daughter, so low that only she could hear me, "I love you, sweetheart. I love your huge tits. I love it when you show them off to me. I want you to show them to me every day from now on. Will you show me your tits every day? I love my big-titted Katie." I looked up at my wife and smiled, then hugged Katie even tighter.

That night Elaine was ecstatic. "I really think we turned a corner with her today," she said as she stroked my cock up and down.

"You don't think I went too far?" I asked.

"I can see why you're worried," she replied. "But it's only words. All you're doing is telling Katie that you love her for who she is. That you love the way she looks."

"By talking about her tits."

"Katie has self esteem issues. Body image issues."

"With a body like hers?" I thought again of Katie's incredible huge knockers on her short, slim dancer's body. I guided Elaine's head toward my cock as I envisioned my daughter as she looked that evening, her big tits spilling out of a tight, almost corset-like top. 

My wife swirled her tongue all the way around the head of my dick several times. In between licks, she continued, "Our daughter needs the reassurance of a father who loves her. Isn't it a little indirect, even hypocritical, to praise the dress that she's wearing when what you really mean to say, and need to say, is that you approve of the body itself?" 

Elaine sat up, positioned herself over my crotch and guided my dick into her pussy. She started to go up and down on my cock, her 36DD tits bouncing hypnotically as she said, "Our daughter is self conscious about her big tits. So I want you to take every opportunity to tell her how much you love her and her big tits. Her big, juicy tits." She grabbed both my hands and guided them to her chest so that I could play with her boobs while she bounced up and down, up and down. "Tell her you love her big, bouncy, kissable titties. Practice saying it, honey."

"Katie I love your tits," I said, groping my wife's tits as I spoke.

"Again. With more feeling."

"Katie, your tits are incredible. Daddy loves your gorgeous oversized tits."

Elaine started humping me faster. More wildly. She closed her eyes and began corkscrewing her hips as she rose and fell on my cock. "More," she demanded.

"Daddy wants to fuck his little girl's beautiful, big tits. Daddy wants to slide his big cock in between your beautiful, huge teenage tits. Daddy wants to come all over your big, milky white tits."

"That's it, Daddy! Teach her to love her body! Teach her to use it for her Daddy!" At this point both my hands were gripping my wife's ass and lifting her up and down rapidly on my cock, controlling her luscious body as she writhed in orgasm. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your girl!"

I started to cum. My back arched upward and I instinctively thrust my cock upward into my wife's twat as far as it would go. 

Elaine felt it. "Yeah, Daddy!" she screamed. "Cum in your baby girl! Fill me up with Daddy juice! Knock me up and make my tits grow even bigger!" She bent forward and pushed her big DD tits into my mouth.



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 02



The next day I dismissed in my own mind a lot of the more extreme stuff that Elaine had said the night before when she was in the midst of having sex. In the past, she and I had roleplayed at times, play-acting that I was a businessman and she was my secretary, or that I was a priest and she was a penitent slutty parishioner, or that I was an astronaut and she was . . . well, actually, that last one turned out to be pretty stupid, and not nearly as erotic as we had meant it to be at first. In any event, I chalked part of what she'd said as her simply going overboard with the fantasy while we were fucking. 

On the other hand, I did take it to heart when she said that one of the central issues for Katie was her poor body image and that, ridiculous as it might sound to a horny male, she was intensely ashamed of her breathtaking tits, which were big in the first place but which looked positively humongous on her tight little body. So from then on, I promised myself, I would make sure to compliment Katie's tits at every opportunity. 

I had to work overtime for several hours the next day. When I came home from work late that night Katie had already changed into her night clothes. She greeted me warmly at the door dressed in a demure but still somewhat sexy green cotton nightshirt that she'd had for years.

Originally it had been pretty big on her, but her growth – both in height and bust – plus hundreds of trips through the washing machine had taken a toll. The fabric was sheer in places, especially in her upper chest where the cloth was strained over her big tits. Because her boobs distorted the fabric, the bottom hem came down lower in back than in front. That meant that it managed to barely cover her ass, but the front was so high that it almost exposed her pussy. Being dressed for bed, she wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the tips of her nipples through the thin nightie. As she ran toward me I watched wonderingly as her braless big tits bounced happily. 

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetie. You look fantastic tonight."

"Really?" She moved back half a step and clasped her hands in mine. The result was that her arms stretched downward, pushing her huge tits together under the flimsy, almost see-through nightgown. 

"Yes, really." I answered. "Really beautiful. Really gorgeous. Really Daddy's girl."

"Thanks, Daddy. Wanna watch TV with me for a bit?"

Katie put on a romantic comedy and we settled together on the couch while her mother busied herself in the kitchen fixing a late dinner of leftovers for me. At first, Katie scrunched herself up next to me, her breasts pressing against my chest while my arm, draped over her shoulder and the sofa back, pulled her close to me. But then after a few minutes, Katie relaxed further by laying down on the couch with her head in my lap facing away from the TV, resting on my crotch, with her mouth near my hardening cock. "You don't mind, do you, Daddy?" she asked.

I put my hand on Katie's hip and started stroking her. She relaxed utterly, and soon I could feel her breath become more even and slow. She was asleep, her head positioned so perfectly on my lap that I'd swear that, even through the thin fabric of my pants, I could feel her slow, sweet breath on my cock. Slowly my cock inflated so that, after a few minutes, my cock head was right next to her lips.

Elaine chose that moment to enter the room from the kitchen. "Oh my!" she said. "Don't you two look perfect!"

"It's not what it looks like," I said in a soft voice. "She's asleep."

Elaine lowered her voice to just above a whisper and replied, "Well, asleep or not, the two of you look sexy as hell. She's in just the right position for you, isn't she?"

My face reddened. "As I said, it's not what it looks like. It's perfectly innocent, really."

"Of course it is. So is this." She crept up to Katie's sleeping form and gently pressed a fingertip against one of Katie's nostrils, blocking her breathing. Still asleep, Katie opened her mouth to breathe easier. Now her open mouth was almost perfectly positioned around the firm head of my cock.

Elaine looked at the bulge in my crotch and smiled. "I don't know about Katie, but it looks to me like someone's self esteem just got a whole lot bigger." 

My wife sat on the couch beside me on the opposite side from where our daughter was sprawled out. With one hand, she began stroking our daughter's face, gently guiding it ever closer to the tip of my engorged cock until finally I could feel my daughter's lips and the tips of her teeth gently caressing my cock through my pants. Elaine's other hand reached toward my cock and balls and started stroking me all over.

"God I love your cock," she said gently, still careful not to disturb our dozing daughter. "So would any woman. So would Katie if she had the chance. Too bad she's not awake to enjoy this."

"Elaine, I . . ."

"Shhh. You know what a heavy sleeper our daughter is. Just relax." She took my hand and placed it on one of my daughter's huge tits. "Relax and enjoy, Daddy." Her hand went back to my crotch and began massaging my balls while my cock pulsed on the edge of my daughter's mouth. Elaine then kissed me for several minutes, thrusting her tongue in and out while our daughter, inches away, slept with her lips on my cock head. 

I was so busy kissing my wife for those few minutes that I hardly knew where I was or what I was doing. I tried not to think about Katie while we kissed, but the more I struggled with keeping incestuous thoughts out of my head the more insistent they became. After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes of Elaine kissing me and rubbing my shaft, she brought her face away from my lips. I looked down to see Elaine's hand on the back of Katie's head, pushing our shy, innocent daughter's open mouth onto my cock head. Despite the barrier of the pants fabric, my cock was all the way in my sleeping daughter's mouth. Thanks to the motion of Elaine's hand on the back of her head, my cock was pumping rhythmically in and out of my sweet daughter's mouth.

I looked up at Elaine to see her leering at me, an expression on her face that seemed an odd mixture of horniness and aggression. "It's okay, Daddy," she said soothingly. "Our baby girl needs help with her self esteem issues."

"By. . .?"

"By experiencing how much her Daddy loves her. By feeling her Daddy's love directly!" She pushed Katie's face directly into my cock, and I wondered how it was possible that she had not yet woken up. "Give her your love, Daddy! Let her taste your warm, wet love!"

She thrust her tongue into my mouth again and I couldn't help myself any more. I reached my hand down and, my fingers intertwining with my wife's on the back of our daughter's blonde head, I pulled her face onto my hard cock and started thrusting involuntarily. My hand wandered lower and began caressing, then pinching the nipples of one of my daughter's huge breasts.

Katie moaned in her sleep and her pelvis started writhing. The hem of her nightie rose up and I was treated to the sight of her panty-clad crotch. I pinched my daughter's breast some more and the writhing became more intense. Katie's moaning with her mouth stuffed with cock caused a hum to travel up my shaft and straight to the nape of my neck. 

Elaine stopped kissing me for a moment and whispered, "Fuck her mouth, Daddy. Fill her up with self esteem." She timed her hand motions guiding my daughter's mouth so that they coincided with and emphasized her words. 

"Fuck."

Thrust.

"Her."

Thrust.

"Mouth."

Thrust.

Finally I came. A hot jet of cum erupted from my cock, making a dark wet stain that spread on my pants fabric from the tip of my cock buried in Katie's mouth to a space all around her sweet lips. Still asleep, Katie unconsciously responded by licking my cock through the fabric, soaking up the taste of my ejaculate. 

Elaine bent down and whispered into our sleeping daughter's ear: "Lick it up, sweetheart. Doesn't the taste make you feel good about yourself?" Using both hands she repositioned her daughter's head so that my cock, despite the trousers cloth, filled Katie's mouth even more. Then Elaine stood and surveyed her handiwork. "What a perfect father-daughter scene," she whispered. Then she walked into the kitchen do some cleaning.

Despite my feelings of guilt, despite my misgivings, despite my fear that Katie might wake up and wonder what the hell was going on, I sat there on the couch for a long time afterwards, cradling my gorgeous busty daughter's head in my hands as she licked and slurped my cum-soaked cockhead in her sleep. Part of me was desperately ashamed. Another part of me desperately wanted to complete the scene by pulling my cock out of my pants and stuffing it into my daughter's wet, welcoming mouth. 

I would like to say that the dim glimmer of parental decency that remained in me prevented me from removing that thin layer of clothing that separated my dick from my daughter's mouth, but the fact is that it was logistically impossible. What was I going to do, make my pants magically disappear? Or perhaps I could push her out of the way – dump her sleeping body on the floor – while I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, lifted my ass off the seat and pulled off my pants? Or maybe I could undo my zipper, fish around in my pants to pull a nine inch rod out of a four inch zipper opening, all without awakening my daughter? No, as prosaic and unsexy as it sounds, the tiny shred of propriety that remained was there only because I knew I couldn't get my dick out of my pants without waking my daughter up.

Still, that didn't prevent me from making the most of my situation. With Katie's face buried in my crotch, I leaned my head all the way to the back of the couch, relaxing as I guided her mouth in and out on my cock. With one hand I reached down and pulled up her green nightie almost up to her collar, revealing for the first time her spectacular tits and the hard tips of her nipples. I pinched her sensitive nipples, causing her to shudder and moan in a way that I could feel in the tip of my cock lodged in her mouth. 

The whole time I whispered to her about how much I loved her and how beautiful she was. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of her sucking Daddy cock, I began pulling her head faster in and out on my cock and I came in her sweet mouth for a second time. This time she suckled and slurped and whimpered in her sleep, licking up my hot cum as if she was born to suck Daddy. I pulled her mouth deeper onto my cock as I whispered to her sleeping form, "Good girl. Such a beautiful Daddy's girl. Give Daddy a deep" – I thrust my cock farther into her mouth – "deep kiss."

Then I picked her up to take her to bed. With one arm cradling her bottom, I couldn't resist kissing her neck and caressing and playing with her ass as I walked across the living room. Just as I reached the doorway, Elaine appeared, in the midst of drying off a pot before putting it away. Seeing where my hand was, she smirked, provoking me to blush with embarrassment. Then she wordlessly pointed at the hall mirror.

When I looked at my reflection I blushed even more. Katie, sleeping in my arms, had her little nightie bunched up at her waist, baring her panty-clad tight ass and her perfectly proportioned dancer's legs. And below that, I could see my disheveled pants with a huge cum stain marking the tip of a gigantic bulge, the spot where my cum and Katie's saliva had moistened my crotch for the last hour or more. I looked back at Elaine and shrugged. Then I took my lovely sleeping daughter to bed and tucked her in. 

Finally I went to my own bed and fucked the living shit out of my wife.



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 03



As soon as I left Katie's room I started unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants, so that by the time I entered our bedroom my hard cock was exposed and pointing straight out. Elaine was in bed sitting up with a book, but she immediately put it away as her eyes focused on my dick pointing at her. 

"Hey, Daddy. Had a good time with your daughter?" she asked.

"You're out of your fucking mind," I said.

"I sure am," she said. "Wanna stuff your cock in my face? Maybe it'll get all that craziness out of my system."

I was of two minds. Well, call it two half minds. As the saying goes, I had half a mind to start yelling at her and querying her why she wanted to something so wrong, so dangerous with our daughter. Didn't she know that we could screw up the girl's mind for life? Didn't she even feel any jealousy while our daughter's mouth slobbered all over my cock?

Well, like I said, I had half a mind to say all those things. And during the next half hour or so, I stammered out sentence fragments here and there along those lines. But my other half a mind was horny as hell and in desperate need of sexual relief despite having already cum. While my first half mind started composing sentences of reproach and misgivings, the other half a mind – the part lodged in my dick – crawled up on the bed and then knelt in front of my sitting wife, propping my hands against the headboard so that I could pump my hard dick straight into my wife's mouth. 

She grabbed my ass with both hands while I did pushups against the wall, thrusting my cock into her mouth and down her throat. "You fucking – Uh! – crazy bitch! Uh! Uh! You've got me so – Oh! – so – Oh! – fucking horny!"

Elaine took my cock out of her mouth with a loud slurp for just a moment, said, "Shut up and fuck my face, Daddy!" then grabbed my ass cheeks again and guided my cock back into her mouth. 

But I couldn't leave it alone. "What were you – Oh, God! – thinking? Oh God, don't stop sucking me! But what were you thinking?"

She took my dick out of her mouth and pushed me over onto my back, then sat up and moved to straddle me. "Isn't it obvious? I was thinking about your big dick, about your big Daddy dick!" She put my cock into her vagina and started bouncing wildly up and down. "Our daughter needs to feel good about herself. She needs to feel really, really good. Come on Daddy, fuck me and make me feel really, really good!"

Elaine was getting so lost in sensation that she seemed to be going beyond roleplay, to a point where in the throes of lust she couldn't tell where her roleplay fantasy ended and her role as a mother began. 

"Fuck me Daddy!" she screamed, so loud that I was afraid the neighbors would hear us, let alone our daughter in the next room. "Fill me up with your creamy self esteem! Give me your cum!"  Elaine raised her hands up to her head and grabbed her own hair as if she were about to start pulling it out. Her pelvis started corkscrewing crazily with no rhythm or pattern. Her big tits danced before my eyes. I began to cum, gasping and grunting while my pelvis and cock spasmed uncontrollably, shooting my sperm deep inside her. 

"Oh fuck, Daddy! I can feel it!" she screamed. "I can feel your cum inside me! Give it to me! Fuck your girl!"



The next day I came home from work to find that Elaine had gone on another shopping trip. Empty shopping bags were strewn around the living room floor with names like Victoria's Secret, Frederick's and other speciality places that I'd never heard of.

Attracted by the sound of the front door opening, Elaine appeared in the entrance to the hallway. She was holding the hand of an obviously reluctant Katie, who stood shyly behind her mother.

"More shopping therapy?" I asked.

"This was necessary, believe me," said Elaine. "I looked through Katie's clothes drawer this morning after she left for school. . ."

"Mo-om!" cried Katie, drawling the name out into two syllables. "You're invading my privacy!"

"If you ask me," replied her mother, "you've had altogether too much privacy for the last couple of years. You've retreated from almost everything except maybe your friend Randi. You're even retreating from us, your parents!"

Katie looked at the floor and didn't say anything.

"Anyway, as I was saying," continued Elaine, "I went through her drawers and looked at her clothing." She looked at her daughter and held up her finger in a shushing motion. "It's not a privacy issue, sweetie. I'm just worried that you wear clothes that fit – including, shall we say, your 'ladies' foundation garments'."

"Huh?" I said.

"Her bras, stupid," Elaine explained. "I'm worried that her bras don't fit."

"Oh," I said. 



"So I've taken some steps to take care of it. I knew Katie wouldn't allow me to help her in the department store fitting room, so I shopped for a number of brand names and styles to find a few items that are just right for her."

"Please, Mommy." With her use of the name "Mommy", Katie seemed to be regressing again, retreating into a little girl mode with a little girl lilt in her voice. "I told you before. I can do it myself."

"And yet you're not doing very well by yourself, sweetie. Your Daddy and I are only trying to help you. Now go back to your room and put on the first one that I set out for you."

Katie sheepishly turned back down the hallway to change clothes.

I felt like a fifth wheel. As much as I and any other red-blooded male might love tits, that doesn't make any of us experts on brassieres. I started to walk into the kitchen.

"And where are you going?" Elaine asked. "I need your help here."

"Doing what?" I asked, genuinely mystified.

"Giving feedback. Helping me put her at ease through what's obviously an embarrassing process for her. It shouldn't be a big deal. But it is, and she needs encouragement to improve her clothing – and her self image. She needs a male voice urging her on. Now sit down and make yourself useful."

Elaine said all this without a hint of irony. There was no arch tone in her voice, no leering or winking. It was as if our roleplay – or whatever it was – from last night had never happened. As if her escapade before that of forcing our daughter's mouth onto my cock had also never occurred. To hear her now, I would have guessed that all that she intended now was a simple fitting exercise with Katie's intimate apparel. Yet despite her mundane tone and body language, I had a huge feeling that more was going to come, and to be honest I wasn't sure which emotion in me was stronger – my lust for my gorgeous daughter, or my fear regarding the outrageous impropriety of what I dreaded (or was the proper word 'hoped'?) would happen. 



A minute later Katie came out. Her lower half was dressed in tight short shorts, barely bigger than panties, that stopped far up on her thighs only a couple of inches from her crotch. From the waist up, she wore only an underwire bra that was clearly meant not as sexy attire but for everyday use. She came into the living room and stood before me as I sat on the couch. Her face was lowered in embarrassment and her eyes were on the ground. 

"Let's take a look at this," Elaine said in a businesslike tone. She stood in front of Katie for a moment, fingering the shoulder straps and pulling them away from her chest to see how loose or tight they were. Then she stepped behind our daughter and began adjusting the strap lengths. "How's this?" She asked. "Still too loose?"

Katie muttered a reply so quietly that I didn't catch what she said. 

Elaine responded by fiddling some more, then moving over to the strap on the other side. "How about now?" she asked. 

Katie mumbled something that sounded vaguely affirmative. 

"Step toward Daddy so that he can take a look," said Elaine. "What do you think?" She asked. "Are the straps on both sides even?"

I nodded affirmatively. 

"How about the support?" Elaine asked. After asking the question, she reached around her daughter's torso from behind and cupped Katie's big tits, hefting them up for my inspection. 

I looked behind Katie into her mother's eyes and for the first time I saw the hint of a mischievous gleam. "Well?" she asked. She massaged the underside of her daughter's tits while she bounced them up and down for me. Katie, whose eyes had been glued to the ground before, now raised her head quickly and caught my eye with a panicked look.  

"It looks very nice," I said soothingly as my wife cupped and caressed my daughter's tits in a show for my benefit. Katie shivered slightly – in fear? In embarrassment? In suppressed erotic excitement? It was impossible to say. 

"There's a lot that people don't know about bra fitting," Elaine continued. "A lot of variables. It's important, for example, to see how the bra fits in different circumstances." Still standing behind Katie, she gently took our daughter by the elbows and turned her so that mother and daughter stood in profile before me. "Bend over, sweetie," she said.

"Excuse me?" asked Katie.

"You heard me. I need to see how the cup fits in different positions, including one where the breast fully fills the cup. Now bend over."

Katie dutifully bent forward at the waist, her legs still straight. As a dancer, she had long ago perfected the stance of bending all the way over, her feet slightly apart with her knees locked. She stretched her arms forward and braced her hands against a table to maintain her balance. In profile I could see her fuckable round ass thrust in the air and her flat, tight tummy, highlighting the large breasts that hung down like succulent, delicious fruit. Her pale blonde hair fell forward, shielding her face from me, so I could only imagine the mortified expression that must have overtaken her as her mother then scrunched forward slightly and brought her pelvis flush against the kissable upthrust globes of our daughter's ass, so perfectly defined by the skin-tight mini shorts. Then Elaine's hands reached around and gently cupped Katie's big tits. Katie's tits were so huge that her mother's small hands didn't come close to encompassing the massive globes. 

With Katie bent over and unable to see her mother's expression, Elaine turned her face to me with bright eyes and an open-mouthed, triumphant grin that was so predatory it looked almost evil. Her mouth still open, she stuck her tongue out and waggled it and nodded her head in gleeful lust. She began pumping her pelvis into her daughter. "Look at this, Daddy!" she said. "Doesn't our sweetie look perfect?" 

Utterly shocked, my mouth fell open and I stared wide-eyed at the obscene show my wife was putting on. Finally, I croaked out the most neutral thing I could think of: "How's the . . . uh . . . the fit?"

Elaine squeezed Katie's gigantic tits and pumped more vigorously with her pelvis. "It feels great to me!" she said, leering at me. "Just great!" She pumped harder into Katie's ass. "Doesn't it look great, Daddy?" The sight of my big titted wife thrusting herself onto the bouncy round ass of my even more voluptuous daughter was incredibly erotic. 

Katie took it passively, but I thought I heard a slight moan from her. Then I heard a soft, barely audible whimper: "Oh! Mommy! Please don't!" 

But Elaine wouldn't stop. She pumped faster and harder, arching her back, causing her head to rear back and her tits to thrust forward. Her long brown hair and her large breasts swung in and out, back and forth, mesmerizingly. "It feels fantastic!" she cried, groping and mashing our daughter's tits. I was wide-eyed in shock. The only thing missing from the scene taking place in front of me, I thought to myself, was a strap-on dildo. 

"Oh please, Mommy! Don't, Mommy!" Katie whimpered in weakening, helpless tones. She began to shiver all over in what seemed at first to be acute embarrassment. But then added to the overall shivering I saw her experience jolts of sensation that ran up from her toes to the nape of her neck, causing her knees to shake and her head to snap up and down uncontrollably. Her ass shook with the repeated bumps and thrusts of my wife pantomiming fucking her. "P-P-Please s-s-stop! Oh Mommy! M-M-Mommy! Oh please!"  

It was hard to believe that any pretense remained that this was merely a bra fitting. Elaine continued, "Oh, Daddy, this is super! You should feel how perfect this is!!" She was in total control of our daughter's body, rubbing her hands all over Katie's tits and humping Katie's soft round ass over and over. The whole time, my wife's eyes remained locked on mine. Her lascivious predatory grin was meant for me. "This is so perfect! It feels so fucking fucking perfect!!" She half-closed her eyes and licked her lips in bliss while she humped her daughter.

Still keeping her hands on Katie's tits, Elaine pulled Katie up and turned her toward me again. My stacked teenage daughter acquiesced like a doll under her mother's manipulations. "Daddy needs to feel the fabric," said Elaine. Then, maintaining the fig leaf excuse that this was still just a clothes fitting session, she added, "I tried to choose something that wouldn't chafe."

I reached forward. My fingers trembled with a mixture of anticipation, misgivings and outright fear as I gently brushed my fingertips against the underside of one of my daughter's big boobs. "Very nice," I said. "Very soft." 

Katie's eyes went wide. She bit her lip and spasmed in what was clearly an orgasm the moment my fingertip touched her tit through her new bra. "Aagh! No Mommy please!"

"I think we'll keep this one," said Elaine. "What do you think?"

"Sure," I said.

"Can I change now, Mommy?" asked Katie. 

"Of course, sweetheart," said Elaine soothingly. "Go put on the next one."

As soon as Katie turned toward her bedroom to change clothes, Elaine sat next to me on the couch. Her hand went straight to my crotch. "Isn't this great?" she said. "I think we're doing wonders for our daughter's self-esteem!" She stroked my hard-on and smiled. "This will really help Katie. Besides, don't you just love fashion shows?" Both hands stroked up and down my cock as she continued, "I've been preparing for this and looking forward to it all day."

A moment later, Katie came out wearing another bra, a black one this time. Much racier. The underwire support pushed her tits up as if they were on a platter, and the demi-cups ended just above the nipples. 

"Come closer sweetie," Elaine said. "Kneel on the ground in front of your Daddy so that he can get a good look." Katie obeyed her mother and knelt before me between my legs. Elaine stood and walked around her to adjust the straps. 

"It's so tough finding clothes that fit you, sweetie," she said, seemingly absent-mindedly as she fiddled with the straps. "This bra is a 32F. Do you know how hard that is to find in the stores?" She knelt behind Katie, reached around and hefted my daughter's mouthwatering tits for me. "What do you think, Daddy? Is 32F a nice size on your baby girl?"

Katie was silent, but looked at me with wide eyes. She seemed frozen in indecision and self consciousness. 

"It's very nice," I said. "32F is a fantastic size, Katie. Let me feel the fabric."

"Of course, Daddy," said Elaine. "You need to feel it yourself to see that the fit is right, and the fabric is nice and snug."

"32F!" I said, wonderingly. I reached out with both hands and started brazenly fondling my daughter's gigantic tits. "This is fantastic, Katie."

Katie looked up at me with a pleading expression. Her mother's hands manipulated the bra just slightly so that one of Katie's nipples showed. By this time any trace of neutrality had disappeared from Elaine's face, replaced by a leering lust that, thankfully, was hidden from Katie's view.

"Daddy, I'm so ashamed of my tits," said Katie. "I know you said a lot of men like large breasts, but I look at movie stars like Jennifer Anniston and none of them have tits as big as mine. None of them! I'm so ugly!"

"You're right about that, sweetie." I continued playing with her soft, supple tits as I spoke. "None of those women on TV or in the movies have tits like yours. None of them have delicious soft, huge 32F tits like yours. 32F!" I said again, as if trying to convince myself of the amazing size even as I hefted their soft fullness in the cups of my hands. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek while I whispered in her ear. I hoped that the faint whisper would go straight into her brain and into her soul. "None of them are as beautiful to me as you are. I love your tits!" Then, keeping up the pretense that I was merely testing out the material while my hands mashed and groped her oversized funbags, I added, "This lace is quite nice. Lovely to the touch." 

I pinched her nipples and she shivered all over, then blushed in embarrassment. "Can I go now?" she asked.

"Sure," said her mother. "Go put on the last one."

"Mommy" – again I noted the girlishness of calling her mother that name, as well as the submissive tone in her voice when she spoke – "Do I have to?"

"Yes, darling. Mommy and Daddy need to see the items we've bought for you. We need to see whether they fit. Whether they're good value."

"But that last item . . ."

"Sweetie, Daddy needs to see you in your new outfit," Elaine said.

Katie turned back toward her room. As soon as she left, Elaine sat down next to me and started unlatching my belt to get at my cock. "This one will take her a couple of minutes to get into," she explained. "You're going to fucking love this last one!"

Within a few seconds, Elaine had my cock out and was feverishly sucking me off. She was so horny that she was frantic, her head bobbing up and down as if the world were about to end and this was the last taste of cock she was going to get before the coming nuclear explosions. She had me so excited – first from putting our busty daughter on display for me, then inviting me to feel our girl's huge tits, and now from her desperate energetic sucking – that I could barely control myself. I started bucking my hips upward into her horny mouth while my hands grasped her head and pushed her mouth deeper and deeper with each thrust.

I was just about to shoot a load of cum into my wife's thirsty mouth when Katie broke the spell. Her voice came from down the hall. "Mom, can you help me with this?"  

"Sure thing, sweetums," Elaine called. 



She got up and left me on the couch, my hard dick exposed and pointing straight to the ceiling. "Shit," I muttered to myself as, with a lot of difficulty, I managed to wrangle my erect cock back into my pants.

A minute later Elaine came back into the living room, pulling Katie by the hand toward me. For a moment, my wife's body hid Katie from my sight, but then I saw my daughter in all her glory.

She was in a tight red lace-up corset that left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. The bottom hem was just above her pelvis, leaving her neatly trimmed pussy completely exposed, while the top came up to just under her tits, with the effect that it pushed her already large tits outward and upward, making them huge, mouthwatering. Irresistible.

After several seconds I managed to tear my eyes away from my daughter's beautiful bare tits to see the expression on her face. She looked at me helplessly, pleadingly, paralyzed with embarrassment. 

"Well, Daddy?" asked Elaine, "What do you think?"

"I'm not sure," I said, though in fact I WAS sure. I was sure that my eyes were about to pop out of my head. I was sure that I wanted Katie to wear that outfit for me – for no one but me – every day from now on. I was sure that all questions of the morality of incest were irrelevant, and that I would die if I didn't fuck my busty blonde virgin daughter's tight pussy.  But I said, "What do YOU think, Katie?"

"I think . . . um . . . I think . . ."

"I think Daddy wants to feel the fabric," said Elaine. "Don't you, Daddy?"




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 03



I stood and walked the few steps to where Katie stood stock still, her hands limply and submissively at her sides. I put my hand on my daughter's hip and stroked upward, feeling how the corset pinched in her already tiny waist, giving her a fantastic hourglass curve. "The cloth certainly is nice," I said. "Fantastic texture." My hand reached the top of the corset where the top hem hugged the underside of her huge breasts. "Wonderful stitching," I continued. My pinky finger traced the top of the hem while the rest of my hand felt my daughter's bare skin. Her nervousness, combined with the cool air striking skin that was normally unexposed, made goosebumps rise on her tits. It felt as if my fingertips could discern every single goosebump, as if their pattern were a braille message direct to Daddy: Touch me. Take me. Fuck me. 

"Mommy," Katie pleaded, "It isn't . . . I mean it hasn't . . . I mean it doesn't even give my bosom any support at all."

"That's okay, sweetie," said her mother. Elaine reached around our daughter from the back and began hefting Katie's beautiful tits. "An outfit like this gives support in other ways. It helps your posture, helps you suck in your tummy and keep your back straight. And good posture makes you feel good about yourself." One hand dropped down to Katie's trim bush and began tickling her pussy lightly while the other hand caressed one of Katie's tits. My hand played with her other tit. Meanwhile, my free hand was traveling slowly down her back and beginning to caress the globes of her round, perfect ass jutting out from the bottom of the corset's back lacing. Now, with all four of her parents' hands roaming over her tits, her ass and her pussy, her mother asked soothingly, "Does this make you feel good about yourself, darling? Are we making you feel good?"

"D-D-Daddy!" she gasped.

"Yes," I said. "Daddy's right here." My index finger found her anus and I pushed my finger in. With my other hand I pinched one of my daughter's nipples. I began slowly, rhythmically pushing my finger in and out of her hole. "I'm right here for you, sweetie." I thrust my finger deeper. "Right here." I saw Katie's eyes roll back in her head, out of control with the sensations her mother and I were inflicting on her.

"I'm very concerned about the health of Katie's breasts," Elaine said in a surprisingly serious-sounding tone. "Do you see these white marks on the sides of her tits?" She took my hand and used my finger like a pointer tracing the lines of some irregular white lines on the sides of our daughter's boobs. "They look like stretch marks."

"I've had them ever since I started . . . developing," Katie said with a quaver. Her pelvis was shaking as her mother and I sawed our fingers in and out of her pussy and her anus simultaneously. Katie put a hand on each of our shoulders to support herself as she tried to stand on shaking legs.

"I'm sure you have, sweetheart. It's a sign that your breasts expanded so quickly" – to emphasize her remarks she pinched Katie's nipples, making our daughter gasp and jolt in surprise in what seemed like a mini-orgasm – "that the tissue of your skin couldn't keep up." Elaine began pinching both nipples repeatedly, making Katie gasp over and over. "Poor Katie! Your tits just got bigger and bigger, didn't they? Bigger and bigger and you're still growing! You blossomed overnight into a big-titted sexy teenager whose tits get bigger every day! You're so full of sexy hormones you don't know what to do!" Katie gasped and sobbed in another orgasm. "You're not in control, are you? You're not responsible for what your body needs, what your hormones are doing to you! What they're forcing you to do!"

With me sawing my finger in and out of her anus and her mother pinching her nipples over and over, Katie was gasping and shaking so hard that she had trouble speaking. "Is it . . . uh! . . . is it dangerous? . . . Ahh! Ahh!"

"Let me look into it, honey. I'm sure Mommy will come up with some kind of treatment for your poor breasts. Your big soft tits need to be taken care of by Mommy and Daddy. Don't they, Daddy?" She relaxed her pinching and caressing and signaled to me with her eyes that I should do the same. "Now why don't you go change and get ready for bed?"

On unsteady feet Katie made her way to the hallway and walked toward her room. As soon as she was around the corner, Elaine pushed me backward and I fell onto the couch. She then knelt in front of me and pulled off my pants, nearly tearing the zipper apart in her frenzy to get at my cock. A few seconds later, I was bare from the waist down, and Elaine was kneeling on the couch, sucking me as if her life depended on it.

We hadn't counted on Katie, though. Elaine was oblivious to the world around her, her head furiously bobbing up and down, when I looked up and saw Katie standing in the doorway. She had changed into her flimsy old green nightgown, the one so old and sheer that I could see her hard nipples pushing through where the fabric was stretched across tits that were several sizes too big for the old nightie.

"Yes, Katie?" I asked, my hand still guiding her mother's head up and down on my aching rod.

"I . . . uh. . . we're out of toothpaste," said Katie uncertainly. She stared at her cocksucking mother, then looked up into my eyes.

Elaine looked up and gave a drunken smile. "Daddy will get some more toothpaste in the morning, sweetie," Elaine said. "Daddy will take care of you, just like he takes care of me." She pumped my cock with her hand for emphasis. "Daddy's so good at taking care of his girls. He'll give you everything you need. Just like he gives it to me. Over and over and over. Daddy's so good – so fucking, fucking good. Daddy will give you everything, baby." She went back to licking my cock, brazenly making sloppy slurping motions to add to her incredibly outrageous display. Then she removed her mouth with a loud pop and turned her face toward Katie again. She held my cock upright alongside her cheek and smiled excitedly at our daughter, showing off how long my cock was compared to the length of her face. "Is there anything else you want from your Daddy?"

Elaine's blatant innuendo combined with the terrible impropriety of it all kicked up my horniness by a thousand percent. Heedless of the fact that my introverted, voluptuous, scantily clad daughter was watching – oh, hell, why not be honest? It was directly BECAUSE my gorgeous daughter was watching that I grabbed my wife's head and pulled it back onto my cock. I stared directly into Katie's eyes while I roughly pulled and pushed my wife's head up and down, thrusting my pelvis in and out of her mouth, skull-fucking my eager exhibitionist wife. Katie, a shell-shocked look on her face, stared at the spectacle. One hand tried in vain to cover her big tits while her other hand went down to her crotch. The gesture seemed intended to demurely cover her privates, but from across the room I thought I could see her hands pinching her taut nipples and fingering her pussy through the cloth of her thin nightie. 

"Suck your Daddy!" I bellowed. I bucked my cock up and down into my wife's willing face. "Suck me now!" With a laugh that turned into a roar and then back into a ringing laugh I came in my wife's sweet, wet, cocksucking mouth. I stared into my shy daughter's beautiful face while I laughed and came. 

Katie gasped and covered her face, then turned and ran back to her room.



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 04



Despite her embarrassment the previous night, Katie didn't slack off in her agreement to wear more attractive clothing around the house. The next day, she wore a simple t-shirt with no bra that hugged her oversized breasts and fit snugly at her small waist. The shorts she chose accentuated her fantastic ass. 

After dinner, Elaine brought out some vitamin E cream, saying that it was good for the skin. "It's the best thing for bruises and scars," she explained. "Katie, I need you to put the cream on every night from now on to get rid of your stretch marks. Daddy will supervise to make sure you do it right."

A couple of hours later she practically pushed me into Katie's bedroom to "supervise" putting the lotion on our daughter's big tits. "Do it right, Daddy -- I don't want you to miss so much as a square millimeter. And then I want you to come back across the hall and fuck the shit out of me."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, truly mystified. 

She reached down and began stroking my cock as she answered. "Isn't it obvious? From the moment you saw our daughter's fantastic, fuckable little body, you've been hornier than I've seen you since our honeymoon. I don't care whether it's because she gets you revved up or that maybe you just feel guilty as hell for being so attracted to her. All I know is that ever since the night she put on that damn swimsuit you've had a perpetual hard-on and you've been fucking me like a jackhammer." 

She jacked my cock through my pants as she continued, "I love it. I fucking love it. I love your nine inch dick. I love the fact that you're going crazy with horniness. So go out there and cream your daughter's tits. Then come back to bed and fuck my brains out."

"You really don't mind if I . . .?"

Elaine unzipped my pants and yanked them down so that they were pooled at my ankles. She stroked my meat as she continued: "Do I mind if you spend the next half hour playing with your daughter's big tits? Do I mind if you cover your teenage daughter's humongous, sexy tits with your spunk? Do I mind if you stuff your hard cock in her obedient little mouth, coat her tonsils with cum and pump your cum straight down her throat? Do I mind if you turn her into a submissive little Daddy's girl who whimpers for Daddycock? Ooh! That last one made your cock pulse, didn't it?" 

She knelt at my feet and started licking up and down my shaft. "All I ask," she said, and paused while she engulfed my cock in her mouth for a moment and then came up for air and resumed jacking me off with both hands, my cock pointed straight at her face a couple of inches away, "is that you not fuck her." 

She slid her wet tongue along the entire length of my rod and swirled her tongue all the way around the tip. "Play with her tits." She slurped my cock. "Diddle her pussy." More slurping, and then she rubbed my cock all over her face. "Make her scream for your big Daddy dick while she titfucks you. Teach her to revel in the taste of your cum and the feel of your cum on her face." She grabbed both my asscheeks with her hands and deepthroated my cock for a full minute, plunging her face over and over into my pubic hair and then out all the way to the ridge of my cockhead. Finally, she pulled me out again so that she could talk. "But the only pussy that your cock should penetrate is mine." She kissed the tip of my cock reverently and looked up into my eyes. "Let her stay a virgin, at least technically. And when you get so horny you need to thrust your cock in a tight wet pussy -- come to me!" 

Who was I to question her after that? Sure, I still felt pretty goddamn guilty not only for the incest thing but also because I was taking advantage of Katie's passive, compliant nature. But the fact was that Elaine was right: I was horny as hell. Every time I looked at my daughter I wanted to pull out my cock, throw her on the floor and fuck her. My feelings of guilt paled in comparison to my overwhelming lust. So I put my misgivings aside, threw on a bathrobe over my bare lower torso and knocked on my daughter's bedroom door.

"Sweetheart? It's Daddy."

When I entered, she was lying in her bed. Her hands clutched the covers up at her collarbone. 

"I've come to see how you're doing," I said, "and to check whether you're using the vitamin E cream that Mommy bought for you."

"I can take care of it myself, Daddy."

"In other words," I said, "you haven't done anything with it yet -- I'll bet you haven't even opened the package."

"I'll use it tomorrow. I'm all set for bed right now."

I picked up the box containing the lotion, which was sitting on her night table, then sat on the edge of the bed and made a show of reading the label. "It says here that you need to apply the lotion every day to a bruise or cut, as well as to the region surrounding any inflamed area," I said. "If you want to avoid any unsightly marks on your chest, you need to start using this stuff sooner rather than later."

"Oh, Daddy. Can't you just. . ."

"Your mother and I are only looking out for your welfare, sweetie." I took hold of the edge of the coverlet and gently took it out of her hands, then pulled the sheets down to expose her in her old green nightgown.

My cock started to harden as I pulled her nightie up, first past her toned thighs, then beyond her trimmed pussy, and past her flat stomach, finally exposing her delicious breasts. 

I poured out a generous dollop of the vitamin E oil into my hands and rubbed them together to warm the oil.

"Daddy, please don't. . ."

"Don't what?" I began caressing my oily palms against the sides of her massive tits where the stretch marks were. "Don't take care of the daughter I love so much? Don't do everything I can so that she looks her best, so that she can walk confidently through the world?" The massage now went beyond the sides of her tits. The vitamin oil all over her funbags glistened in the yellow light of the incandescent bulb by her bedside. 

"Daddy, please. It feels . . ."

"Does it feel good, darling? It should. It's so good for you." My hands alternated between manipulating my daughter's huge, soft tits versus pinching her engorged nipples. "So good. Daddy wants his baby girl to feel so good."

"Yes, Daddy, but is it supposed to -- Aagh!" Katie shivered so suddenly it was like an electric jolt ran through her body. I looked at her wonderingly -- my daughter had just orgasmed merely from having her breasts fondled! 

I thought back to the other night, when I'd seen Katie shiver repeatedly while her mother and I played with her tits. Looking back, I realized that Katie was having little mini-orgasms repeatedly just from the sensation of having her breasts touched by us. In all my years of sexual experiences, I had never encountered any woman whose breasts were so sensitive. This was going to be even more fun than I'd first anticipated. 

I tweaked Katie's nipples again and she spasmed again. "Ooh, Daddy!" she whispered, "I don't think it's supposed to feel quite like this!"

"Of course it is," I lied. "The better you feel, the more the lotion is doing its job." I began mauling and groping Katie's tits, and she responded by going into what seemed like a trance. Her eyelids drooped until they were nearly shut, then they fluttered as if she were dreaming an especially vivid dream. Her body writhed with my massaging motions, while her hands, her lovely small hands, gripped at whatever was in reach. Her right hand clutched at the bedsheet, while her left dug itself into my thigh, only inches away from my cock.

"Aagh! Aagh! It's -- uhh! -- so improper! It isn't -- oh, God! Oh dear God! -- supposed to feel like this -- uhh! -- Oh God I shouldn't feel this! Not with my Daddy!"

"Of course you should, sweetie." I brought my hand up to her face and caressed her cheek, then brought my index finger to her mouth. I traced the outline of her lips with my finger for several moments, then gradually slipped the finger into her mouth. She instinctively began sucking. I began to time my thrusting finger to be in tune with my other hand rhythmically pinching her nipple. Katie's pelvis began thrusting in time with my motions.

With all her writhing on the bed, Katie stopped clutching the bedsheet and began fluttering her hands and fingers as if she were reaching for something that wasn't there, something to steady her. At last the fingers of her left hand found the outline of my hard cock covered only by the bathrobe and she gripped it like a drowning girl would grab for a lifeline. 

My finger left her mouth and traced a trail down her sternum, between her tits, beyond her navel and down to her pussy hairs. "Oh, Daddy! You shouldn't -- oh God, please don't! -- Oh! Oh!" 

Ignoring her half-hearted objection, I took my other hand briefly away from my daughter's tits and covered her hand gripping my cock through the fabric of the bathrobe. I wordlessly guided her hand inside my robe to my bare cock and showed her by feel how to grip me less desperately, and to start pumping the shaft. She obediently followed my cue. I removed my hand and went to the lotion, then squirted a short spray of oil onto her tits. She gasped at the sensation, and I responded by thrusting the tip of my finger into her vagina. Katie spasmed again and her eyes rolled back in her head. 

"Oh fuck! Oh, Daddy! Oh fuck Daddy!" She sobbed as her hand raced up and down my shaft. 

"Doesn't that feel good, sweetheart? Don't you love the sensation when I squirt cream on your tits?" I pinched her nipple and thrust my finger deeper into her pussy for emphasis.

"No! Please, Daddy, NO! What if -- Uhh! -- What if Mommy saw us?"

"Mommy told me to do this with you," I said soothingly. "She told me to cream you all over. She told me not to miss even so much as a square millimeter with this lotion."

"Oh dear God!" Katie screamed as I pistoned my finger in and out of her pussy. "She WANTS you to do this?!" She bucked her pelvis up from the bed with every motion of my hand, meeting my finger eagerly. "Daddy Daddy fuck Daddy!" She was so loud that I was certain Elaine could hear her in our bedroom, which was separated from Katie's bed only by a single wall consisting of sheetrock and a few inches of empty space between the studs. Sure enough, I heard a faint trace of laughter from the other side of the wall.

"That's right," I said in my best fatherly tone, "Mommy and I both want you to feel this. Daddy will be here every night from now on. I'll cream your tits every night!"

"Every night?! Oh God, Daddy!" Katie's hand had a mind of its own as it quickened its pumping action on my aching cock. "You'll do this to me every night?!" 

"This and more," I said. 

"OH FUCK DADDY!"

I brought my finger back to her lips, while my other hand continued to pump in and out of her tight pussy. "Suck Daddy, sweetheart," I whispered as I slipped my finger into her willing mouth. "Suck Daddy, and I'll cream you every night." 

I only continued for a few minutes longer. I was so horny by that point that I thought I would explode. But I had, after all, made a promise to my wife not to fuck our daughter. 

After a couple of minutes of Katie screaming louder and louder -- telling me to stop, then screaming how much she loved it, then begging me to stop again, then sobbing for more -- I knew that if I went on any longer I wouldn't be able to keep to the sole condition that my wife had laid down: No Fucking.

I tried to let Katie down slowly. Being as inexperienced as she was, she was hardly aware of how much I had manipulated her, or how intense her erotic frenzy had become, so that when I started to let her down it was as if she were running up a tall stairway and suddenly reached the top with no final stair, only empty air, to put her feet on.

"What?! Daddy? You're leaving?" she gasped. Her hand gripped my cock to keep me from going. 

"I have to honey. It's bedtime for good little Daddy's girls." I pinched her nipples again, making her shiver through another orgasm, then bent down to her face and gave her a soulful kiss. For several seconds, my tongue danced in her mouth, then I began thrusting in and out like a small cock, causing her to moan in need and anticipation. My finger in her cunt went in and out as well, making the penetration complete at both ends of her fuckable little body.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I said. When I stood, my erect rod stood out naked from the gap in front of my robe where the sash had become loose and almost untied. Katie lay on her bed and stared upward hypnotically at my cock bobbing in the air a few inches above her face. I stood there for a moment, smiling down at her and wordlessly encouraging her to gaze at the shaft and a small droplet of precum on the end. Then I bent over slightly, bringing the head of my cock to my daughter's lips. She took the hint and reverently licked up the precum and kissed the tip, then licked her lips and smiled up at me, hoping for my approval. "Sweet dreams, darling," I said. Then I left.

A few seconds later I entered first my bedroom, and then my wife's hot box. The headboard of our bed sat against the wall that we shared with Katie's bedroom, so the two beds, Katie's and ours, were only separated by a few inches and some sheetrock, making it possible to hear a lot between the two rooms. Elaine had been waiting in our bed, sitting up against the headboard, listening intently for every muffled cry and masturbating furiously in anticipation of what was to come. When I finally came into our bedroom, she threw off the covers and held out her arms. Within a heartbeat I had pulled off my robe, jumped in the bed and we immediately began fucking.

Elaine was a wildcat that night. The fact that a few minutes earlier she had heard Katie crying out in ecstasy less than a foot away had her charged up so much that she herself began screaming for my cock from the moment that I entered her. Even kinkier was the fact that I could tell from her cries that she knew and fully intended that her own sounds would be heard through the wall in Katie's room. It wasn't long before I could hear thumping and banging from beyond the shared wall, the sound of Katie's bed hitting the wall rhythmically in time with Elaine's and my own thrusting. 

"Oh! Oh Daddy!" Elaine cried as I rammed my cock deep into her pussy. 

"Daddy! Please, Daddy!" came an answering cry from the next room.

"Fuck me Daddy!" cried Elaine, as her fingernails scratched long lines into my back.

"Now, Daddy! Now!" screamed Katie.

Elaine and I shifted position so that now she sat on top of my cock. She took my hands and pulled them up to her breasts. "Do you like my big tits, Daddy?" she asked, loud enough to be heard in the next room.

"Yes!" I called out. "Baby, I love your tits! Your huge soft tits! Your delicious fucking tits!" 

"Play with my tits, Daddy!" came the call from the next room. 

"Fuck your girls, Daddy!" cried Elaine as she rode up and down, insane with lust.

The jarring vibrations of Katie's bed banging against the wall we had in common became louder, faster and more irregular. I could tell Katie was cumming. "Yes! Please Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!" came her plaintive sob from the other side of the wall. 

The two of them began screaming their need over and over, their voices partially overlapping, so that the sound of their screams echoed through the room and beyond the sheetrock partition. All the while, Elaine bounced relentlessly on my cock in time with her own cries. The wall shook with the two beds banging against it. Finally their cries coalesced into one urgent scream repeated over and over in unison: "Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy!! FUCK ME DADDY!!"

When I finally came, I felt as if I was shooting my sperm into both of them at once. Somehow the rhythmic banging of the two beds against the wall came to be in synch with one another, timed with my upward thrusts and Elaine's cowgirl bounces on my cock. The feeling of shooting my sperm deep into my curvaceous wife merged with my lust for my even more curvaceous, horny daughter, unseen but only inches away. They were both mine.

When I came home from work the next evening, I found that Katie had reverted to her old clothing styles. Not entirely, mind you -- as least she wasn't dressed like an Afghani woman in a snowstorm, the way she had typically dressed up until a couple of weeks ago. Instead she wore shapeless mom jeans with an even more shapeless hoodie. Just to top it all off, and to deflect any suspicion that there might be a girl underneath it all, she wore a big, long scarf-type thing wrapped loosely around her neck and shoulders a couple of times.

She noticed, when I entered, how I immediately sized up her clothing. She walked up to me, gave me a chaste hug, and whispered, "Daddy, I've been thinking. About last night. I think we went too far."

It seemed that there was a "two steps forward, one step back" phenomenon going on. Whenever Katie loosened up, she felt regret or fear afterwards and retreated a little, but not quite all the way to where she started. "You didn't like the lotion?" I asked.

She blushed. "I liked it fine. Maybe I liked it too much."

At that moment Elaine came into the room. "I imagine you've noticed the clothing our daughter is wearing," she said. She turned to Katie. "I thought we had a deal, sweetie."

"We did. We still do," said Katie. 

"Well, then, what are you doing wearing a sweatshirt and hoodie indoors? Are you cold?"

Katie bent her head down and looked at the ground. "No, Mommy, the temperature inside feels fine. I just . . ."

"I'm guessing you've got something on underneath your sweatshirt?"

"Yes, but . . ."

"No 'buts'. Take off the hoodie. A deal's a deal."

Without waiting for an answer, Elaine walked up behind Katie and started pulling the hoodie off over her daughter's head. 

"Please! No!"

As the sweatshirt lifted up from her waist I immediately recognized the material underneath: the red corset that Katie had tried on a couple of nights earlier. Now I understood why Katie was especially reluctant to lose the hoodie, but I also saw that she must have had some ambivalence about whether to cover herself up all the way. Underneath, both literally and figuratively, she was enjoying the new, more exhibitionist role that was being imposed on her. 

When Elaine got the hoodie off, she saw what Katie was wearing. The top half of the corset thrust Katie's bare 32F tits upward and outward, while the corset's bottom portion ended just above the top of Katie's blue jeans. Still standing behind her daughter, Elaine cast me a surprised, leering smile. 

"Why, Katie!" she said, "You're wearing that lovely foundation garment I got you! I'm so glad you liked it after all." She began stroking her hand up and down the sides of Katie's waist and hips. 

"Not exactly, Mommy. I mean I'm not sure . . ."

Elaine brought her fingers around to the front and started undoing the button and zipper of the jeans.

". . . I like wearing it . . ."

With the zipper open, Elaine shimmied the jeans past her daughter's wide hips and pulled them down to that the fell in a heap at Katie's ankles.

". . . without anything else."

"Nonsense, sweetheart! You look lovely. And anyway, I need to see whether the vitamin E lotion has helped yet." She stepped around to Katie's side and started pawing her tits under the guise of examining them and showing them to me. "What do you think, honey? Are we making any progress in getting rid of those stretch marks?"

I stepped forward alongside my wife and started playing with Katie's tits. Katie gave a panicked look, turning her head from one of us to the other but finding no ally willing to stop the groping. 

"I don't know," I said. "I think it's too early to tell."

"Hmm," said Elaine. "I guess I'll just have to go and get the lotion for another treatment." 




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 04



A moment later, Elaine returned with the vitamin E oil. "Here you go, Katie. Why don't you sit right here on your father's lap so he can rub the lotion onto you?" She guided me to the overstuffed easy chair with Katie dressed in her red corset and sitting on my hardening cock, her legs dangling over one arm of the chair. I must have been grinning from ear to ear, because once we were settled, Elaine said, "There! Isn't that perfect? Daddy sure looks happy, doesn't he, Katie?" 

She poured some oil onto my hand and said, "Cream her all over, Daddy!" Elaine knelt on the carpet a foot away from the chair to watch. She began unbuttoning her blouse, baring her braless DD-cup tits for me.

Katie closed her eyes in extreme embarrassment. Her body became so stiff it seemed a wonder that her knees and pelvis were still bent enough to sit on my lap. Still, I was glad that she had her eyes closed -- it freed me to smile at Elaine and heft Katie's huge tits and jiggle them for Elaine's benefit. Elaine put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. Katie bit her lower lip to hold back the shame.

"Oh, darling," I said, "don't worry. Mommy and I are taking care of you."

"We're worried about your stretch marks," Elaine chimed in. "You poor baby. Your tits just grew and grew so fast you stretched out the skin of your breasts. Your poor big tits need Daddy's loving attention." Katie suppressed a sob of resignation to our manipulations as Elaine began stroking her breasts. "Come on, Daddy," continued Elaine, "use the oil on your beautiful daughter. Cream her big tits."

"I love you, sweetie," I said. "Just relax."

"I wish you wouldn't, Daddy," complained Katie in a weak, defeated voice. "I can do it myself."

"Then go ahead, honey," I said. "Why don't you apply the lotion yourself?"

I squirted some oil onto Katie's chest and, her eyes still closed, she tentatively began rubbing it with both hands into her massive breasts. Within seconds, she began not only relaxing but moaning with the pleasure she was giving herself. 

"Good job," I said soothingly. I put one hand over hers as she rubbed her breast, guiding it away from the sides of her breasts where the stretch marks were actually located, and toward the pleasure centers of her nipples. Katie dreamily let me guide her hand, while my other hand traced a path slowly downward toward her vagina. Soon, I had one hand clutching hers manipulating her nipple, while the other was tickling the hairs of her trimmed bush. Katie, her eyes half-lidded, moaned quietly in a sort of self-induced trance, one she had pushed herself into as a way of absenting herself while she gave in to the sensations that she was too embarrassed to admit feeling. Unconsciously displaying her training as a dancer, little Katie's pelvis swirled up and down, back and forth sensually to a melody that only she could hear. I looked over at Elaine and saw her hand caressing her own bush as she watched us silently.

"This is so good for you," I cooed. "Baby needs to let the cream do its work. Baby needs to relax while the cream makes her feel good." Katie relaxed further, but then gave a sharp, momentary jerk at the moment that my finger penetrated beyond the folds of her vagina. "Daddy's here to make you feel good."

Within another minute my finger was gently pumping in and out of her pussy, while my other hand cupped a huge tit and pinched her nipple. Katie's own hand stayed trapped under mine, forced to pleasure herself, while her other hand crept up to her mouth. 

She started sucking her thumb.

The sight of my curvaceous daughter sucking her thumb in a dream state while dressed in a topless and bottomless red lace-up corset, all while undulating her ass all over my crotch with my finger in her pussy, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. 

"That's right, baby. Suck," I said. "Doesn't it feel good to suck?" Katie dreamily sucked harder, more rhythmically, while her pelvis began rising and falling on my crotch, meeting my finger as it gradually quickened its pace in and out of her leaking pussy. "Daddy loves his big titted baby girl to suck." I brought my hand up to Katie's mouth and put my finger in her mouth alongside her thumb. "Suck Daddy," I instructed her. Katie, lost in erotic dreams, shivered through another orgasm.

At this point, Elaine could no longer sit on the sidelines. She quietly sidled closer, then laid her hand on Katie's big breast. She began twisting Katie's nipples, causing our daughter to bounce more actively on my lap. "Doesn't it feel good to sit on Daddy?" Elaine asked.

"Addy!" Katie cried, unable to speak clearly with her thumb and my finger in her mouth. "Ov Addy!" 

"That's right," I said. "Love Daddy." I thrust my finger in her pussy harder and faster. Katie began sobbing and bucking her pelvis wildly. 

Elaine bent forward, her lips touching Katie's ears. I could hear my wife's tongue gently slurping our daughter's ear. And then I heard her whisper in Katie's ear, so softly that it was almost too quiet to hear, the urgent message, "Fuck Daddy! Fuck Daddy! FUCK DADDY!" 

Finally I could hardly stand it any more. Taking my finger out of my daughter's mouth, I pulled her head up to mine and thrust my tongue into her delicious wet mouth. I timed the rhythm of my tongue to coincide with my finger pumping in and out of her wet pussy. Katie began screaming, the sound muffled by my kiss. Her ass rose in the air and began desperately humping against my hand higher and higher off of my crotch, with her thighs resting against the overstuffed chair arm supporting her, as if she were trying to levitate herself to increase the penetration into her pussy. At last she went completely rigid, her ass suspended in the air while her thighs quivered with sexual tension. Her muffled scream into my mouth made her taste all the more delicious. 

I broke off the kiss and Katie collapsed. Her forehead was covered in sweat. Her breasts, glistening with the vitamin oil that we'd slathered on, rose and fell irregularly. Her body, which only a few minutes earlier had been tense first with embarrassment and then with sexual tension, felt loose in my arms. 

Elaine then took control of the situation. "It's time for one more treatment," she said soothingly. "Get up, honey, and kneel on the floor."

Katie was spent and passive with sexual exhaustion, and she allowed her mother to take her by the hand. She rose from my lap and moved a couple of feet away from the chair facing me. 

"Get on your knees," Elaine instructed our daughter. Katie obeyed.

Elaine had me stand, then stood behind me.

She undid my belt and pants and pulled them to the floor, then had me step out of them. Now, standing before my kneeling busty daughter with my cock pointed directly at her face, my wife reached around my hips and grabbed my erection with both hands. I could feel my wife's large tits pressed against my back and she kissed and licked my neck as she started jacking me off in front of our daughter's face. Katie stared at my engorged cock head, which pulsed before her, inches away from her mouth.

"Baby needs some special cream to finish tonight's treatment," Elaine cooed, then licked my ear lobe. "Baby needs Daddy's cream on her tits."

I looked down and watched Elaine's two hands move rapidly up and down on my hard-on. 

"Yeah, Daddy!" she cried. "Spatter your cream on your daughter's tits! She needs it!"

I could feel Elaine's pelvis rocking in tandem with mine, thrusting again and again into my daughter's lovely blonde face. Katie looked perfect, kneeling submissively before me while dressed in the tight red corset that cinched in her gorgeous little waist while thrusting up her already humongous tits. She looked up at me expectantly and lovingly, and yet with a little fear mixed in. 

Katie licked her lips and said only six words, but packed into those words all the pleading expectation that I could desire: "Please give it to me, Daddy!" 

My cock began shooting uncontrollably. "Take it! Take my cum!" I screamed. I felt like I came harder than I had at any time in my life, that I shot out more sperm than I ever had before. Cum flew out of my cock and landed on Katie's breasts, but after a moment Elaine deliberately aimed my cock higher and sprayed my spunk on our daughter's lovely teenage face. White cum dripped off her nose and from her forehead down along her cheek. 

Katie immediately began rubbing my cum into her huge tits -- it was part of the "treatment" after all. And, more erotic than anything else that I had seen that night, if that was possible, she licked her upper lip to get a dollop of sperm. Then she used a finger to bring more sperm from her cheek into her mouth. She smiled innocently at me, savoring the taste and pleading wordlessly for my approval.

"Good girl," I said, loving the sight of her licking up the warm cum that had spattered her face. "Eating Daddy cum is good for you." I scooped up a fingerful of cum from her cheek and fed it to her. She sucked obediently on my finger, sending a shiver all over my body. "You're such a good Daddy's girl." 

Katie beamed at me, happy that she had pleased me.

Elaine assumed a parental tone in her voice as she said, "Now it's time to clean up before bed, sweetie. Clean your hands."

Katie instinctively dropped back into the mode of obedient daughter and looked around for a hand towel. "How should I . . .?"

"I guess you'll have to use your tongue, sweetie. Lick Daddy's cream off your fingers."

Katie obeyed dutifully. Elaine continued to stroke my cock gently while I watched our daughter carefully lick every bit of sperm from each finger. She split her attention, usually concentrating on getting every bit of spermy goodness from her finger, but occasionally looking up at me with a hesitant smile, seeking my approval. My cock had started to deflate, but now it was rising again.

A few moments later, Elaine added, "Now clean Daddy, sweetheart. With your mouth." 

Katie hesitantly leaned forward, opening her mouth. She looked up into my eyes with a tentative, fearful expression as she kissed the tip of my cock, her tongue darting out to fleetingly touch my pee hole. 

Elaine, impatient, walked up behind her and stood, putting her hand on both sides of my daughter's head. She roughly pushed Katie's face onto my pole and began and pushing her daughter's mouth in and out on my cock. 

Elaine herself was an amazing sight. Her brown hair was in complete disarray, giving her a just-fucked look. Her eyes were bright with erotic excitement. Her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing bare DD-cup tits that swayed erotically as she pushed and pulled her daughter's face in and out on my cock.

She smiled at me. "How's this, Daddy?" she asked as Katie sucked deeper and harder. "Isn't she doing a good job of cleaning her Daddy's meat?" She leaned forward and, still thrusting Katie's face onto my cock over and over, she kissed me hard. "Are you loving this as much as I am?" she whispered.

Then my wife knelt beside my daughter. With her mouth inches away from Katie's ear and my shaft, she whispered in her daughter's ear, making sure that she was loud enough for me to hear. "Suck Daddy like a good girl." She pushed her daughter's head on my cock more and more insistently while Katie, helpless under her mother's forceful direction, obeyed.

Katie looked at me wide-eyed, as her mouth went deeper and deeper with each thrust. "Glugg! Glugg!" she gurgled frantically. Her hands gripped me at the hips, at first trying to prevent me from impaling her mouth so deeply. But then after a few moments, she gave in to the sensations. Her hands crept around to my ass and instead of pushing me away she began pulling me harder and deeper into her mouth. Her gurgling increased.

"Do you love your Daddy?" I asked.

"Gugg! Gugg! Ah gove Addy!" 

Elaine pushed Katie's head up and down more insistently in answer to my question. "Look, Daddy!" she said, laughing. "She's nodding her head 'Yes!'" 

I laughed and got into the spirit of Elaine's joke.

"And do you love sucking Daddy's cock?" I asked, smiling and looking down into her wide, imploring eyes.

"Gugg! Ah gove gugging Addy gock!" Her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, urgently pulling me deeper into her mouth. Her eyes were opened wide, as if she were continually being surprised by each thrust, and she stared directly at me while she sucked. The sight of her kneeling in her topless and bottomless red corset, her big tits bouncing and swaying and slapping against each other rhythmically with the movement of her head, her eyes locked on mine as she lovingly and dutifully swallowed my shaft, was fantastic. 

Elaine pushed our daughter's head again in a "Yes" gesture, and laughed. "She's such a good girl! Such a hot, obedient, busty little cocksucker!" Elaine kept one hand guiding our daughter's head in and out, while her other hand went to Katie's nipples and began pinching them, causing Katie to spasm and blink rapidly in orgasm while she continued to suck desperately. Elaine laughed again. She kept laughing and laughing as our compliant daughter took my meat deeper and deeper, faster and faster. 

"Good girl!" I thrust deeper. "Good." Another thrust. "Good." Another deep thrust. "Girl." 

Now Elaine and I were laughing together, while the main sound coming out of our daughter was assorted gurgling and nearly indecipherable expressions of love and submission muffled by the fat cock in her mouth. "Guck ah mouf, Addy!" she managed to say.

"Okay, sweetheart," I answered as I grabbed handfuls of her hair on both sides of her head and pulled her deeper onto my meat, "I'll fuck your mouth. I'll fuck your mouth as much as you want!" 

Elaine reared her head back and giggled. "She loves your dick, Daddy! Give it to her!" She pushed Katie's head deeper onto my dick and giggled some more. As Katie gurgled and gagged on my dick, her mother giggled more and more. The sounds of my wife's high pitched laughter and my daughter's slurping and gurgling filled the room.

And when, a few minutes later, I came in my beautiful blonde daughter's lovely mouth, she didn't miss a drop. What a good girl.



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 05



That Friday night Elaine had to work late doing inventory. Several years earlier, it seemed, the chief financial officer of her company had successfully embezzled a big hunk of the company's funds, and was now living it up in one of those tropical mosquito-filled paradises that are too backward to have effective extradition treaties. The company, meanwhile, had to go into receivership, and one of the conditions imposed by the court and shareholders was that every year they had to undergo the most strenuous inventory check that had ever been devised. Every box had to be opened, every paper clip counted, every mousetrap in the warehouse classified as to what type of cheese it contained. Granted, it was mainly an exercise in closing the barn door after the livestock had already escaped, but given the scope of what had happened you could kind of sympathize with the creditors and shareholders who had been left holding the bag.

To their credit, the management -- many of whom had been replaced after the scandal -- tried to make the best of an embarrassing and largely useless annual exercise. They dubbed the inventory check the "Annual Paperclip Hunt", encouraged employees to bring dishes for a potluck dinner, and even hid a prize of a hundred dollars in an envelope somewhere in the warehouse for a lucky corporate drone to find each year. And everyone got time and a half overtime for the extra hours they were forced to work that day. 

So Elaine was gone that Friday night, with no idea when the Paperclip Hunt would end and she would get to go home. 

Katie, meanwhile, had a typical Friday night planned. While other teenage girls primped for dates, Katie and her friend Randi got together as fellow self-imposed outcasts. Friday nights frequently included watching a movie with Elaine and me, but more often the two of them hung out in Katie's room together, cruising internet sites or chatting with each other. 

Elaine and I were disappointed, naturally, that Katie never went out on dates, but by this time we were used to it. We were grateful that at least she had such a close friend in Randi.

The two were like sisters. Temperamentally, they were so completely in synch that they occasionally finished each other's sentences when we spoke during the many dinners that Randi shared with our family. Physically, on the other hand, they were quite different. Katie was blonde haired and, as we had recently discovered, had a rack that almost defied belief, especially given her short, lithe dancer's body. Randi, on the other hand, was half Japanese, with the long, silky black hair that Asian women sometimes have. The combination of her Japanese mother and Irish-American father had given her pale white skin that contrasted beautifully with her jet black hair. As for her figure, though, I had no idea, given that she, like my daughter, was given to wearing shapeless, drab oversized clothing designed to hide her figure and help her avoid being noticed. She and Katie were the two shyest people I think I have ever met.

That night, with Elaine gone and me tired from work, I threw together a quick marinara sauce and the three of us ate pasta together. At dinner I allowed both girls to have a glass of wine with dinner. I figured that they were both 18 and adults; given their social inexperience they were more excited by the idea of me allowing them a glass than I think most 18 year olds would be. But I figured that this, too, was a harmless way to carry out Elaine's and my project of gradually bringing our daughter out of her shell and into the world around her.

After dinner, I settled down with a mystery novel while Katie and Randi went off to Katie's room together. Down the hall I could hear them giggling together over some conversation or other. Meanwhile, I immersed myself in my book, one of those English drawing room mysteries in which the butler -- honest to God, the butler! -- was a main suspect.

A half hour into my reading -- by this time I was sure it was the butler -- I heard a crash in Katie's room. It sounded like breaking glass. I put down my book and walked down the hall.

I knocked on the door and, without waiting for a reply, rashly opened the door. Inside, I found Katie and Randi both on their knees picking up broken glass. On the desk by her bed I saw the wine bottle and one glass. It appeared that the two girls had taken the bottle and both their glasses into her room, then had knocked over one of the glasses. It wasn't a big deal, really.

What WAS a big deal was the way that they were dressed. Katie was picking up glass shards while dressed in her old green nightie, the one she'd outgrown but still liked to wear. With her facing away from me while she searched the carpet on her hands and knees, the nightie rose up so high that it revealed the perfect globes of her tight round ass. 

Randi was even more striking. For once, I could see she had shed the innumerable layers of clothing that she wore as camouflage, and was instead dressed in a flimsy button-down blouse all of whose buttons were undone except one near the bottom. 

And that was it. No bra, no pants or skirt, no underwear.

For the first time in several years, I had a chance to see Randi's figure. It was stunning. Her slim arms and legs looked gorgeous in the golden light of Katie's bed lamp. Her waist and ass were small but tight. Being half Japanese, there was no way she could be as well-endowed as Katie, but her Dad's Irish genes must have had a pretty big influence. I would estimate that her tits were a C-cup size. It was amazing to see an Asian girl with such full tits.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh, Mr. J!" cried Randi, using the nickname that she'd adopted for me several years ago. "Katie and I were just. . . ."

"You were drinking wine in your bedroom," I said sternly.

"Yes, Daddy," said Katie sheepishly.

"And what else were you up to?"

"We were talking about boys, Mr. J."

I could tell there was something more to it. "And what else?" I asked.

"We were . . . um. . . ."

"Come on. Out with it."

"We were practicing," said Katie.

"Practicing what?" I asked, mystified.

"Practicing kissing," Katie said.

I looked over at Randi, her nearly bare tits showing through her sheer white blouse, then over at Katie, whose humongous tits were stretching her poor old nightie almost to the point of tearing the threadbare cotton. "Why in the world would you do that?" I asked.

"Well, you know . . ." said Katie.

". . . it was in case a guy should, like . . ." continued Randi.

"Like, ask one of us out, you know?" said Katie, finishing the girls' thought.

My cock started to get hard as their words sank in. "Show me," I said.

"Right here?" asked Katie.

"Right now?" asked Randi.

"Come into the living room," I instructed them.

I made a quick check of the carpet to make sure Katie had indeed cleaned up all of the glass fragments, then grabbed the wine bottle and remaining glass and followed the two girls into the living room. They sat on the couch together facing me.

"Okay," I said, "Let me see what you were doing."

Randi tentatively bent forward and pecked Katie on the lips, her eyes on me the whole time. She was clearly afraid of a negative reaction on my part. I knew that her parents, though divorced, were both pretty strict and protective. I guessed that she was afraid I might call them and tell them what she and Katie had been up to, leading to God knows what reaction on their part.

"Is that all you were doing?" I asked. I crouched down on the ground to be at their eye level, then laid my hand gently on Randi's arm and caressed her forearm lightly in reassurance. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not angry, and I promise all of this will stay between us. Now -- is that all you were doing?"

"No, Mr. J."

"Okay, then, show me the rest."

Randi leaned forward again and kissed my daughter -- much more intensely this time, though even now I sensed that this might only be a prelude.

Katie, true to her hesitant, shy nature, kissed her friend back, but her heart was only half in it. She was self-conscious at being caught in such an activity and afraid of a negative reaction from me.

I bent forward and brought my fingertips to my daughter's cheek. She turned and looked at me.

"Is that it?" I asked. "Is that all kissing is to you?" Katie blushed. "Think of Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara in 'Gone With the Wind'. Think of those two people rolling in the waves in 'From Here to Eternity'." I smiled at both of them. "Is that all you've got?"

Randi smiled at me, finally relaxing. "How's this, Mr. J?" she asked. She reached over and took a gulp of wine to bolster her courage. Then she leaned in to Katie and put both her hands on Katie's two cheeks and gave her a soulful kiss with what looked like a lot of tongue action. Several seconds later, the girls split apart and both looked to me for a response.

"Not bad," I said, a smile on my face. This was getting better and better. "Try it again, and this time I want you to really put your heart in it." 

When they kissed this time, I could see much more passion on both sides. I gently reached forward and brushed the hair away from the side of each girl's face so that I could have a better view. My heart was pounding in anticipation of what I hoped would come soon. 

When they broke apart this time, I put my hands on both their thighs. "That's very good. I'm sure you're going to be very good kissers some day when you start going out with boys. But in the meantime, I think you're right to practice." 

I sat down on the couch between my daughter and her best friend. "Let's try it again, shall we, Randi?" I said, then bent forward and began kissing her. I started slowly, caressing her outer lips with the tip of my tongue, and only gradually moved my tongue farther in. By the time I was all the way in, Randi was moaning into my mouth. 

When we both came up for air, I asked, "How was that, sweetie?"

Randi smiled dreamily. "Really nice, Mr. J. Let's do it again!"

"Not yet," I admonished. "It's Katie's turn."

I spent the next ten minutes going from one to the other, my busty blonde daughter on one side, and her svelte, scantily clad, nearly nude Asian girlfriend on the other, kissing each one deeper and deeper. It quickly reached the point that while I was kissing one girl, the other was anxiously panting and sidling even closer to me, anxious for her turn to start. When one was kissing me, the other was often taking a sip of wine or reaching around me, hugging me from behind and kissing my neck. Sometimes I encouraged the two increasingly tipsy and horny girls to reach over my body and kiss each other while I watched -- for more practice, of course. While they kissed each other, I stroked their hair and necks, whispering encouragement. "Give it everything you've got," I urged. "More! More!" I leaned in and embraced both girls as they kissed, my hand roaming up and down their backs and all the way to their perfect soft round asses.

It was obvious through it all, though, that Randi had a somewhat different agenda than Katie did. Randi enjoyed kissing me a lot, but I could see that she enjoyed kissing my daughter even more. I was beginning to suspect that under that lovely little alabaster Japanese body, my daughter's best friend might be a lesbian with the hots for her. 

After several minutes of making out together, I said, "Of course, kissing is only a part of dating. When you kiss your date, you should be prepared for more than just that."

Katie looked at me anxiously. "Are guys going to expect me to . . .?"

"Let's just take it slowly," I said, soothing her. 

Katie took another sip of wine and, giggling, reached over to Randi. Cupping one hand behind the back of Randi's neck, Katie brought the wine glass to her friend's lips and tilted it to the other girl's lips. Randi let my daughter pour the liquor down her throat. Then, laughing, she took the glass from my daughter's hand and returned the favor, cradling Katie's head with one hand and tilting the glass toward Katie's lips and encouraging her to drink more. Meanwhile, I sat back between them, stroking their backs and smiling approvingly. It was doubly erotic to watch the two half-dressed girls encourage each other to get drunker. My cock was as hard as an iron bar. A little of the red wine dribbled down Katie's chin and onto her green nightie. She giggled some more and swayed slightly in her seat. The wine was having an effect. 

"Oh, honey!" I said, soothingly, "Watch out that you don't stain your nightgown." I took the bottom hem in my hands and pulled the nightie off over her head, exposing her luscious, gravity-defying big tits and leaving her dressed only in a thin panty. 

She gave me a drunken smile. "Thank you, Daddy," she said. In what appeared to be an unconscious move, my daughter responded to the physical sensation of having her oversized tits freed from the restrictive clothing by cupping and caressing her tits briefly. The effect, looking at her, was as if she were presenting them to me as gifts for me alone.

Returning to the subject of dating, I said, "Boys are likely to want to feel your breasts, I think." Then I turned to Randi and undid the last button on her blouse, fully revealing her surprisingly well-endowed breasts and her beautiful, flawless pale skin. I started to play with her lovely young tits. "Do you think you would like that, sweetie?"

"I . . . I guess I would," said Randi, biting her lip while I tweaked her nipples and pecked at her lips. "And if he's doing that, am I supposed to just sit here and let him?"

"I guess that depends on you," I said evenly. "If you don't like it, you should tell him to stop." I paused a moment and kissed Randi some more, tasting the wine on her tongue. "On the other hand, if you like it, you need to show him that you do -- that you're not passive or frigid."

"How. . .?"

"You should put your hand right here," I said, placing her hand on my hard cock. 

I turned to Katie. "You too, sweetie. Show your date that you like him. When he kisses you, show him you appreciate him." I pulled her hand to my crotch, so that now both girls were caressing my cock and balls through my pants. 

"Good girls," I said. "You're both learning really quickly. Now, Katie, you undo my belt while I kiss your friend." 

A minute later, I had definitely reached heaven. My pants were pooled at the floor around my ankles, while my two girls cooperated in stroking my shaft, my balls and my cock head. Meanwhile, I had both my arms around the two girls pulling them to me, and I alternated between kissing first one, then the other. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" Katie asked breathlessly between kisses and more sips of wine.

By this time, Randi was being swept along to a place I don't think she had expected to go. She seemed especially taken aback when she broke apart after one of our kisses to find that her friend, my daughter, had gone the next step and was bent forward with my dick in her mouth while I had been kissing Randi. To overcome her hesitation and not give her time to think, I pulled Randi's face back to mine and kissed her harder, while my other hand pushed my daughter's face deeper onto my hard cock.

I broke off my kiss with Randi for a moment. With my hand guiding the back of my daughter's head up and down, up and down, I looked into Randi's deer-in-the-headlights eyes. I think my grin must have stretched from ear to ear as I said, as matter of factly as I could, "It looks as if Katie has skipped to the next lesson: if you really like your date, you should show your appreciation by sucking his cock. See how easy it is? See how much Katie likes showing her appreciation?" Then I went back to kissing my daughter's increasingly horny Asian girlfriend and groping her ripe tits.

I was finally where I wanted to be: my big titted blonde daughter was sucking my cock while her slim, sexy Japanese girlfriend was kissing me as hard as she could, desperate in her inebriated state to prove that she knew how to treat a grownup man. The hand that had been on the back of my daughter's head urging her to suck deeper now drifted lower, and I cupped one of her humongous breasts. Tweaking her nipples caused her to gasp in orgasmic shock even through her horny slurping of my cock.

That was about the time that Elaine came home from work. I have no idea how long she had been standing in the middle of the room watching us. All I knew was that at one point I looked up from kissing Randi and saw my wife only a few feet away, standing with arms folded as she watched.

When she saw that I had finally noticed her, she simply smiled ambiguously and said dryly, "Hi, honey, I'm home."

Katie lifted her mouth off my cock with a loud pop, while Randi jerked in surprise and fear.

I put a blase face on it, saying simply, "Oh, hi Elaine. The girls and I were talking about boys and dates and . . ."

". . . doing a little show and tell?"

"Something like that." I smiled. I put my arms around both their waists and cupped their tits, showing them off to my wife by hefting them from below and jiggling them for Elaine's benefit. I knew exactly what I looked like to Elaine, brazenly fondling two nearly naked, drunken and submissive girls' tits while my erect cock stood up from my crotch, twitching and begging to be played with, displaying to my wife exactly where things were going. "They said they wanted to practice how to deal with boys in case they get asked out on dates," I said, tweaking both girls' nipples. Katie and Randi both jumped in their seats at the sensation. I hugged them even tighter and the possessive smile I directed at my wife got even wider. 

"I think these young ladies need a lot of guidance," I said, squeezing their tits again and pulling them closer as the three of us sat on the couch facing my wife. My cock, which seemed so hard before, felt even harder now that I knew my wife was watching us. I ached for my two teen sex students to put their hands back where they belonged -- on my cock and balls. So I said, "Girls, why don't you demonstrate what we talked about -- how to show a man that you appreciate him?" First Katie, then Randi tentatively each wrapped a hand around my shaft and started stroking me slowly up and down. They both looked up at Elaine uncertainly seeking her approval.

"Good girls," I said. I looked back at Elaine and added, "They're learning really well." With my hands still wrapped around the girls' waists and cupping each of the girls' tits, I bounced their big soft tits up and down, showing off my control of these compliant teens and beaming at Elaine the whole time. The girls' hands rose up and down on my cock.

Elaine put her purse and car keys on the table as if what she'd walked in on was merely a day in the life. "I see," she said, as she watched her daughter and her daughter's friend being fondled by me while they stroked my hard dick. "Mind if I get a glass of wine?"

"Sure," I said. "The bottle's right here."

Elaine looked at the wine bottle, which was mostly empty by this time, and gave a crooked smile. She looked from one girl to another, assessing how drunk they were. "Of course it is. I'll just be a moment."

A minute later she was back in the living room with an empty glass in her hand and she began pouring herself some liquor from the bottle. It looked as if she had taken a moment while outside the living room to remove her bra, then re-button her blouse most, but not all of the way. "Can you make some room for me on the couch?" she asked. 

She sat down on the other side of Randi. "Randi, sweetie," she said, "why don't you show me what you've been learning."

"Um, gosh Mrs. J. . ."

"It's fine, Randi dear." She put her hand on Randi's cheek and began gently drawing the innocent teen toward her face. "Show me how well you can kiss."




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 05



A moment later I was watching as Randi put everything she had into kissing my wife. It appeared I might be right about Randi playing for the other team, but then again she had been a pretty eager student when I kissed her as well. Meanwhile, Katie returned her hand to my cock, and began reflexively stroking me up and down while she watched her beautiful black-haired Asian friend kiss my wife.

I pulled Katie's face back to mine and we began kissing again. Then after a minute of acclimating her to the shock of having her mother join us, I gently eased her off the couch and onto the floor between my legs. "Suck Daddy, sweetheart," I said. "Show everyone how much you've learned about sucking Daddy cock."

"Yes, Daddy."

As Katie began to suck me, I put my hands on her head to gently guide her, while I leaned back all the way on the couch and relaxed. I turned my head toward Randi and Elaine and, smiling, caught Elaine's eye. 

Elaine broke off the kiss. "What a lovely kisser you've turned out to be, Randi," she said. "What a fast learner! Now why don't you try kissing my clit?" Taking Randi by the shoulders, she gently pushed the drunken teen to the floor.

Now both teenage girls were on their knees between the legs of my wife and me. Katie's head eagerly bobbed up and down on her Daddy's cock, while her friend Randi licked my wife's pussy.

Elaine took a sip of her wine and handed it to me to share. Odd as it may sound, there was a lovely romantic tinge to it with the two of us sharing a glass of wine as the waves of pleasure washed over us. The sight of two beautiful but innocent and completely obedient teens on their knees servicing us was overwhelmingly sexy. "I love you, darling," I said, taking a sip and handing the glass back to Elaine. I pushed my daughter's head up and down on my shaft as I added, "I'm so happily married." The sound of my daughter's slurping filled the room.

"Me, too, darling," Elaine said, raising her glass to me in a silent toast before taking another sip. "There's no one else I'd rather do this with." 

Then she shivered in an unusually intense jolt of pleasure. "Ooh! You little Asian slut! I didn't think you'd know how to do that!" She pulled Randi's face into her crotch and held it there. "Suck my clit, you obedient little whore! Randy Asian slut!" She leaned over and kissed me. All the while she kept her hand on the back of Randi's head, her fingers woven into the fine, silky black hair of her new sextoy. "Kiss my pussy, Randi!" she cried. Then she started moaning over and over, "Randy little Asian slut! Randy little Asian slut!" and giggled as she orgasmed. I held my wife's hand, our fingers intertwining, as she shuddered through a long orgasm. 

I grabbed my voluptuous little daughter's beautiful blonde head and pulled her mouth deeper onto my shaft. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down. She gazed wide-eyed into my eyes while her head bounced up and down, making it look as if she were nodding her head to me over and over: "Yes Daddy Yes Daddy Yes Daddy Yes Daddy." 

"Suck your Daddy like a good girl," I instructed her.

My sweet cocksucking daughter responded by bobbing her head deeper and faster up and down on my cock. Her wide eyes locked on mine seemed positively adoring. She was desperate to please me. After several minutes of devoted cocksucking, she took her mouth off my dick but kept eagerly pumping up and down with both hands. "Your cock tastes so good, Daddy!" she said happily. "Can I have some cream? Please, Daddy?"

I responded by giving Katie what she needed. Sperm in her mouth. Sperm on her face. Sperm in her hair. I roared as my cock exploded, showering her with jism. Katie giggled happily, aiming my cock with both hands straight at her own face to cover herself with her beloved Daddy's juices. Such a good girl.



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 06



Despite the fact that the next day was a Saturday, Elaine had to show up at work to continue with the Inventory From Hell. They had made good progress the day before, though, and she hoped that the whole thing might somehow end before noon. Katie, meanwhile, went off to her weekend dance class.

With the house to myself, I put on some jazz and started on the sort of miscellaneous work that everyone puts off but has to do eventually: cleaning out the closet. I set up separate piles for charity donations, stuff I wanted to keep and stuff that was so worthless it belonged in the trash. I was about a third of the way through the top shelves when I was interrupted by the doorbell.

It was Randi. After our escapade the night before I was completely unsure what her reaction would be: would she be embarrassed? Would she pretend nothing happened? Would she want to "process" what happened endlessly in the way that teenage girls love and that drives the rest of us crazy?

She began quietly, looking down at the ground while she spoke. "Hi, Mr. J. I hope you don't mind my coming over like this. Without calling, I mean."

"Nonsense, Randi. You're like a member of the family. You know that Katie's not here. She's . . . ."

". . . at her dance lesson. I know. I actually wanted to talk to YOU, Mr. J."

We sat facing each other on the couch together and she continued. "I really, uh, I really enjoyed last night."

I reached out and touched her hand with my fingers. "I enjoyed it, too," I said. My cock was already starting to get hard.

"You know Mr. J, Katie and I have been friends for years, and when I started thinking about, well, about romance and sex and all that, I guess it was natural that I started thinking about her -- um -- in that way."

"If you're saying that you're a lesbian, that's okay. Randi, you're free to . . ."

"No, Mr. J that's not what I'm saying. To be honest, I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know what I am. My parents -- well, you know how they are. They'd freak out if they thought I was a lesbian. And to be honest, it kind of freaks me out, too."

She paused a moment to screw up her nerve before continuing. My fingertips still rested on the back of her hand, and now she turned her hand over and began touching my hand tentatively. "I guess you must've figured out that Katie and I started experimenting recently. Before last night, all we did was kiss. I don't know if Katie was thinking of doing anything more. But I was. A lot more." 

My mind's eye conjured a picture of the two of them in Katie's bed together and my cock got harder. The only thing missing from the image was me entering Katie's bedroom and joining them. "If you're asking for my forgiveness, Randi, there's nothing to forgive. Like I said, you're free to be a lesbian if you . . ."

"Don't say that! I don't want to be a lesbian! I know that these days we're all supposed to be open to that stuff, but that's not how I was raised, and I don't want to be that way!"

She moved her hand to my thigh and began moving nervous, shaking fingers toward my crotch. "I'm so afraid, Mr. J! I've had fantasies about Katie, but maybe that's just because Katie and I are such good friends." 

Her hand reached the tip of my cock. She smiled -- her first smile since entering my house -- but her eyes had a pleading look. "I want to get rid of those fantasies, Mr. J! I want to replace them if I can with something more wholesome."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like a grown man's cock!" she said. "I don't want to dream about Katie. I want to dream about cock!" Her hand was stroking up and down my shaft. "Can you please show me your cock, Mr. J?" 

I stood up next to the couch and for a moment I could see that Randi was afraid that she'd blown it, that I was getting up to leave. But instead I stood directly in front of her and faced her. "Undo my belt and zipper, sweetie," I said. 

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" she said gratefully, almost crying in her desperation to prove to herself that she could be heterosexual. 

Randi had just finished pulling down my pants and was beginning a tactile exploration of my cock when the door opened and Elaine walked in.

I had been caught in the act. My cock was bobbing in the face of my daughter's Asian girlfriend, little more than an inch away from her mouth. When Randi and I turned in surprise toward the door, Randi had my cock in her hand and her mouth dropped open in surprise, making it look as if she were about to start blowing me.

"Well!" said Elaine. "This makes twice I've walked in at just the right moment, doesn't it?"

"Randi dropped by to discuss something important," I said, not sure how to say what I wanted, or how Elaine would react. So far, Elaine's response to the increasing sex play in the house had been unbelievable -- and I mean that literally. I was afraid that at any moment I would wake up and her incredible openness to my having sex with nubile teenagers would turn out to be some fever-induced dream. 

At that moment Randi shifted her hand on my cock, which made me involuntarily lurch my pelvis forward, poking her in the face. Randi instinctively let go, with the result that my erect penis began to bounce up and down directly in front of her face, occasionally bouncing off her nose.

"Yes . . .?" Elaine prompted.

"Randi's afraid she might be a lesbian," I said. I couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation by wiggling my pelvis just slightly -- enough to smack Randi repeatedly in the face as my cock bounced off her nose, swung away then sprang back and hit her in the cheek, then nearly poked her in the eye. Randi blinked nervously, trying to pretend that nothing had happened. I smiled at Elaine and, without Randi seeing my facial expression, gestured with my eyes for Elaine to watch Randi's face. I swung my pelvis again and again, causing my cock to slap the nervous young girl's face over and over . 

Elaine smirked. "And she thought your penis might be the cure for lesbianism?" she asked, stealing glances at the spectacle that I was providing with poor Randi.

"Something like that," I said. By this time my cock was hitting Randi's face repeatedly in the nose, on the cheek, on the lips. Randi struggled to pretend nothing was happening, while Elaine tried to keep from laughing. I moved slightly, positioning my cock so that it rubbed Randi all over her lips, even to the point of trying to wiggle my cock head past the lips of her closed mouth. If she dared to open her mouth to speak, it would slip in. 

"And how about you, Randi?" Elaine asked. She sat on the couch next to Randi, and now my cock bobbed in the air next to both their faces. 

I started slapping Randi in the face over and over with my cock, merely inches away from my wife, who, with increasing difficulty, pretended that nothing was happening. Randi's face reflected embarrassment and worry that she was doing something wrong, but the seriousness of her expression was totally contradicted by my errant cock alternately bouncing off her nose, then smearing precum all over her cheeks. Randi's hand fluttered in her lap, as if she were instinctively wanting to swat my cock away, but then consciously suppressing the urge.

Elaine watched the whole farce from a couple of inches away. Stifling a laugh, she asked, "Do you think you're a lesbian, dear?"

"I'm afraid. . . .Glawg!" Before she could even get to the next word, my cock was insistently pushing its way into her mouth.

"Don't be afraid, little Randi," Elaine said. She put her hand on the back of Randi's head. "Kiss my husband's cock and tell me about your problems." As she pushed the Asian teenager's mouth in and out on my cock head, Elaine looked up at me and blew me a kiss.

Randi began licking and kissing my shaft under my wife's direction. "This is okay, Mrs. J?" she asked.

"Randi, you know how much I care about you. I want you to find yourself." She wrapped her hand around my shaft and brought it to her own mouth and sucked me for a moment, then took her mouth off the head and fed it back into Randi's mouth. While Randi sucked me, Elaine continued, "Perhaps you'll find yourself licking my clit as a lesbian. Or perhaps you'll find yourself on your back getting pounded by my husband." She reached over and started unbuttoning the teenage girl's blouse, exposing lovely C-cup tits. "Or maybe you'd like to find yourself getting fucked by him doggy style? There are a lot of ways to find yourself, darling. A lot of positions you might find yourself in." 

"You really really don't mind, Mrs. J?"

"No, dear." She sucked my cock for a moment again, and again she fed my shaft into the teenager's mouth before continuing, "I don't mind if you find yourself impaled on my husband's big dick. I don't mind if he fucks you so hard you can't walk for a week. I don't even mind if you give up girls and dedicate yourself completely to his big dick. Though personally, I would be quite disappointed if you gave up on girls entirely. Are you sure you don't want to lick my clit just a little like you did last night?" 

I took randy little Randi by the hand and pulled her to her feet. Elaine, reading my mind, undid the girl's buttons and zippers and pulled her pants down. Then, with our docile little Asian sex toy standing nude before us, I positioned her on her knees facing toward my wife's crotch while I lined myself up behind her. Elaine hiked up her skirt and pulled Randi's face toward her pussy like a good little rug muncher, while I pushed my cock into the teen girl's twat. She was so tight that I could barely get more than an inch in -- at first, anyway.

"Ow! Oh God! I'm a virgin! Please be gentle with my virgin pussy! "

Elaine and I looked at each other and shared huge open-mouthed grins. Could it get any better?

"Of course, Randi darling. I'll be gentle," I said. But instead of following through with my promise I rammed my cock harder. Another half inch went in.

"No! Please! It's too big!"

I pulled back and then thrust in again, deeper.

"Oh God! Oh God! It won't fit!"

"Sure it will, sweetheart. Just relax!"

"Uh! Uh! No more! Please! It's so deep!"

I was pumping deeper with each thrust but there were still several inches to go. Randi was incredibly tight -- the tightest pussy I could remember ever entering. Each inch deeper into her vagina was tighter and sweeter than the last. There was no way I was going to slow down until I got my cock all the way into her box. But I said, "I'm going as gently as I can, sweetie. You don't want to become a lesbian, do you?"

"No! Uh! Oh God! I don't want to be a lesbian!" she cried even as she continued to lick my wife's pussy. "Teach me to accept cock! Fuck me deeper!"

"If you insist," I said as politely as I could. This delicious, lithe, pliable and obedient little Asian girl with such surprisingly big tits was begging me not only to take her cherry, but to take her as much and as often as I wanted until I could prove to her that she was addicted to dick meat. I drew back and then pumped again, harder. Every millimeter of progress into her virgin pussy was another piece of ecstasy. Randi screamed again in an inarticulate mixture of pain, fear of my big cock -- and desire for more of that same big cock tearing through her maidenhead.

I laughed with joy as my cock finally went in all the way. I began fucking Randi faster, and now her screams of pain from my breaking her hymen were replaced by screams of pleasure from being rammed deeply and repeatedly.

"Oh yes! So good! Fuck me more! Fuck me forever! Fuck me over and over! Fuck me till all I can think of is cock!" 

I looked down at my cock going in and out of her vagina and saw a slight smearing of blood on my cock when it came out of her pussy, proof that I had taken her precious cherry. 

Randi chose that moment to take her mouth away from my wife's pussy long enough to gasp, "Oh thank you! Thank you for fucking me!"

In answer I pounded her again so hard that her face rammed into my wife's pussy. 

"Lick my clit like a good little heterosexual," Elaine purred, grabbing Elaine's head and pulling it into her muff.

Elaine and I screwed Randi that way in a bisexual sandwich for several minutes. Then I said, "It's time for a new lesson, little girl. Time to learn how to be a little Asian cowgirl."

I sat on the couch and brought Randi toward me to sit on my lap facing me. Within seconds she took to riding my cock like a pro. Her C-cup tits bounced in my face. Her hips rose and fell faster and faster until they were almost a blur. "Oh God!" she screamed. "So full of cock! So full of your long fat cock!"

"Still think you might be a lesbian?" I asked. 

"No!" she cried. "I love cock too much!" She bounced on my cock some more. "I could never be a lesbian! I love your cock!" 

"Good answer!" I said. I grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly downward, sending her into spasms. "But I think we may have to repeat the lesson -- over and over and over! -- until we're sure you've learned it!"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Teach me to love cock! Teach me to serve your big cock!"

Elaine positioned herself on the couch beside us. She put both her hands on Randi's cheeks and held her while she kissed the horny teen. "It's not just him," she said. "You're going to have to service me too, you randy little whore!"

Randi began to shudder in orgasm at the thought of being controlled by us. "Yes! I'll be your whore! Make me your little Asian fucktoy!" I held her ass and forcibly pistoned her up and down on my shaft, imposing multiple orgasms on her. "I'll lick your clit all night!" she screamed. "Just give me cock! Oh please, give me your cock!" 

She began to sob as she orgasmed. "I'm so glad I'm not a lesbian! Lesbians don't get fucked by big cocks! Just don't stop fucking me!"

I loved the fact that her little Asian body was so slim and light that I could lift her up and down effortlessly on my shaft. "Don't worry, sweetheart," I told her as I fucked her relentlessly. Her body was like a sexy little doll that was totally under my control. Her long, silky black hair flowed like a curtain framing her face and upper torso while her tits jiggled with the franticness of my thrusts. "I'll fuck you as much as you need it. Daddy's cock will always be there for you."

"Oh Daddy!" she screamed, accepting her new status utterly. "Daddy cock!!"

Elaine bent forward, thrusting her big tits in my mouth. "Fuck me, too, Daddy," she whispered in my ear, "Fuck me silly. I want you to fuck all your girls."

At that point I lost it completely. I had wanted to hold on and fuck little Randi and my wife all day, but hearing Elaine's invitation to "fuck all your girls" sent me over the edge. Still holding onto Randi's perfect hips, I pistoned her up and down faster and faster on my cock. She shook uncontrollably like a rag doll, partly because I was in total control of her virgin body and partly because of an overwhelming orgasm that made her shudder and spasm even as I repeatedly thrust up into her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she began babbling incoherently like she was in the throes of an out-of-body experience. 

I arched my pelvis up into Randi's tight little twat and shot my sperm into her unprotected womb. "You're mine!" I screamed. "You belong to my cock!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, sobbing.

Randi collapsed onto my chest, whimpering in release and submission. Elaine snuggled up to me, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, "Consider this an early birthday present, honey. She's yours. Your own little Asian cock whore. From now on, her place is on your cock." Elaine kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. 



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 07



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I should have called before coming."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The parents?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jesus fucking Christ," I whispered to myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 07



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

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

"At the store."

"You got something?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 08



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

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

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

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

"Can I help you?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was going to be an interesting evening. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm next!" cried Michelle. 

"Fuck me too, Daddy!" said Sarah.

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

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

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

Standing there with my feet braced apart in my living room with a beautiful, sexy girl's ass in my hands, with her happily humping up and down, up and down non-stop on my cock and tittering and squealing for more at the top of her lungs, gave me one of the most incredible rushes I'd ever felt. I especially loved the fact that I was exhibiting myself sexually to three other horny dancers who surrounded us and cheered us on. While Bree and I fucked, the other beautiful, sexy teens danced around us in happy tribute to my cock, a pagan, orgiastic ritual of fertile teenage desire for my big dick. All of them were begging to be fucked by me. Soon it would be their turn. Tonight, I thought to myself as I stood before them and pumped my cock into their nympho fucktoy friend before their eyes, I would fuck them all and they would worship my cock together.




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 08



It seemed as if the whole universe centered on my cock buried in this sweet tight twat, on me standing on this one spot thrusting upward over and over, and on the long curly red hair that flew up and down with every thrust of my shaft. The impossibly limber little minx's soft ass bounced up and down in my hands and on my pole. Suspended in my arms, her pliable little body was simultaneously completely under my control as a tool of my pleasure and yet was a red hot dynamo beyond any control at all. Her need for cock seemed as insatiable as my lust for her incredible, tight little body.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Drink this, Daddy. Dancing leaves you dehydrated. And try this." She held out an open palm that contained a blue pill – it looked like Viagra. "It's gonna be a long night, and we're gonna fuck your brains out."



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 09



Over the next several days, Katie became more and more open in displaying herself to me. She stopped wearing a bra around the house. Each outfit seemed to show off her chest, and the rest of her delectable little body, more than the last. On Monday, she had tight jeans and a t-shirt that was stretched out of shape by her huge boobs. Tuesday, she traded the jeans for a plaid skirt. On Wednesday, the t-shirt was shortened to a midriff-baring piece that ended just below her tits, hanging several inches away from her taut tummy. Thursday, the skirt gave way to Daisy Dukes cutoffs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Daddy! My nightgown!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I plunged in.

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

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

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

"Fuck me!" Another bang against the wall.

"Fuck me more! Fuck me forever!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you wearing a bra?"

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

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

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

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

"Have you got a hardon, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie."

"And I gave it to you?"

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

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

"Katie! Why are you leaving?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 09



Katie blushed when I looked at her in the disheveled nightie, self-conscious about what to her was a ruined nightgown. But to me, the effect of having one breast poking through the torn cloth was unbelievably sexy. It gave her a just-fucked look that went perfectly with her shy, innocent, obedient demeanor. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, really?"

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

"And who were you?"

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

"And what happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 10



Wednesday night was usually a quiet weekday, a day when, normally, both Elaine and I had no problem getting off of work on time. It was also a day when Katie seldom had anything crucial going on at school in the way of tests or big homework assignment due dates. So that was the night that Elaine and I chose to take Katie out to a quiet family dinner. The only rule, we said, was that Katie had to wear normal clothing: no burkas, no army surplus trench coats, no mountains of scarves triple-wrapped around her torso to make her look like a tragic casualty of the fashion wars. We weren't expecting her to dress in a bikini or anything - just a normal dress or jeans that didn't look like she was hidden underneath a parachute.

When I got home from work, I discovered that a minor glitch had already occurred. Elaine texted me that she had gotten stuck in a gigantic traffic jam that, she wrote, seemed to go on forever. We later learned that our obese Republican governor had deliberately sabotaged traffic patterns all over the city as a snarky payback to a political rival (our mayor) who had failed to endorse the governor's re-election campaign enthusiastically enough. Traffic was snarled up all over town.

Those of us who were the unwitting victims of this political maneuver had to make do as best we could. I texted Elaine that we'd simply meet her at the restaurant. 

For some reason this minor change in plans seemed to have a major effect on Katie. With her intense shyness coupled with her breathtaking hourglass figure and incredibly prominent 32F tits, she was already nervous about going out in public and having people look at her. While I was changing from my business suit to something more casual, she entered our bedroom over and over to show off her outfit for the evening, trying to get me to agree to allow her to wear clothing that would hide her body from anyone who might glance at her and notice that she was female. 

Again and again I vetoed her clothing choices. NORMAL clothing, I insisted: no oversized coats to be worn indoors, no hoodies covering her hair and face, no triple layers of sweaters to hide her torso. Eventually we settled on a plain skirt that went down to her knees, coupled with a ribbed sweater that would have looked nondescript on a normal girl, but which hugged her fantastic rack so tightly that it stretched the material around her big boobs. After some discussion, I insisted and she finally agreed not to wear a bra underneath the blouse. It would have ruined the lines of the torso-hugging blouse, I explained.

Our back-and-forth discussion over her clothing tripped into high gear when she heard that her mother wouldn't be coming.

"So what?" I asked. "She'll meet us at the restaurant. What's the difference?"

"People will stare at me," she said, looking self-consciously at the ground. "With Mom there, I don't know, I guess I figured they'd notice me less in a group of three people."

"No one will stare at you," I said, ignoring the fact that I, for one, could hardly take my eyes off of her incredible chest encased in the contour-hugging ribbed pullover blouse. "And even if they do, all they will be looking at is a pretty eighteen year old girl arriving for dinner at a family-style German restaurant. Will it help if we have the waiter put us in a booth near the back of the restaurant, where you can be away from most of the diners?"

She smiled with relief mixed with her continuing self-conscious fear of social interactions, and stepped up to hug me. With her big boobs mashing against my chest, my cock started to swell in my pants. 

When she felt my growing hardon press against her, Katie felt reassured. She brought her hand around to my crotch and began stroking it lovingly. "Oh, Daddy," she said, sighing. "You always know how to make me feel better."

The ride to the restaurant turned out to be longer than expected. The governor's artificial traffic jam had spread like a cancer even to arteries far removed from the freeway off-ramps that he had originally sabotaged. It took us the better part of half an hour to travel what should have taken us only ten minutes by car. During that time, Katie became more and more nervous. She talked in increasingly worried tones about having the waiters and the customers stare at her. She even worried about having to talk to the waiter, as if ordering a meal off of a menu was a major social interaction that she might somehow flub. While the other drivers around us began beeping their horns in frustration when the traffic failed to move even after the light turned green, Katie turned in her seat toward me and begged me to turn around.

"Please, Daddy. Please let's go home. I hate wearing this outfit. I don't want to eat out. If we go home, we could curl up in front of the TV. Maybe I could suck your cock."

I had to admit that her last suggestion sounded pretty attractive, and it made my cock harden again. 

"Please, Daddy?" She reached over and began stroking my cock through my pants.

"We're going to the restaurant, sweetie. That's final," I said.

"At least let me stroke you now," she pleaded. "Just to calm me down?"

I relented. To give herself more room to maneuver, Katie pushed the lever on the passenger seat and lowered the back all the way so that it was flat and leaning against the back seat. Then she knelt on the cushioned platform she had created and began unzipping my pants. When my cock was freed from my pants, she sighed with relief, finding comfort in the velvety texture of her Daddy's hard cock. 

Outside the car, people were rolling down their windows and craning their heads out, trying in vain to find the center of the traffic jam. Katie bent over the space between the two front seats, slipped my cock between her lips, and began slurping leisurely on her beloved Daddy meat. By the cooing, mewling noises she was making, I could tell that her cocksucking was having a soothing effect on her. 

I took my hand off the stick shift and settled it on the hair of her beautiful blonde head, stroking her in encouragement. "Good girl," I said softly. "Such a good Daddy's girl. Everything's fine with Daddy in your mouth, isn't it?"

"Mm hmm," she murmured dreamily, her mouth full of cock. 

"Suck Daddy like a good girl," I said. Man, I hoped this fucking traffic jam lasted forever. I pushed her head deeper onto my cock, up and down, up and down, deeper with each loving bobbing motion of her head. 

Then I reached over toward her ass so that I could pull up her skirt, revealing the panties that covered her perfect round ass. Katie scooted toward me slightly to give me better access to her ass, and I responded by slipping my finger past the hem of her panties and sticking my finger into her wet twat. 

Katie spasmed in orgasm and lifted her head to look me in the eye. Her eyes looked glazed, as if she were drunk. A small bead of saliva had collected next to her smiling mouth. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, beaming as her head wobbled slightly in what seemed almost a sexual delirium brought on by cocksucking. Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked at me lovingly and gratefully. She smiled and jacked my cock a few times with her small soft hands. Then she dipped her head back into my crotch and resumed sucking me for comfort. 

"You feel better when you suck Daddy, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Mm hmm," she murmured. The sound she made vibrated through my cock, giving me another jolt of pleasure. 

While I stroked her bobbing head, I wondered idly whether my daughter was becoming a cocksucking addict. I decided to help the process along. "Suck Daddy," I encouraged her. "When you suck Daddy, you feel so much better, don't you? Suck Daddy every day." My finger pumped in and out of her twat, giving her repeated shivers of tiny orgasms.

Katie murmured dreamily in assent. She was lost in a haze of cocksucking pleasure.

Eventually, we made it to the German restaurant. I paused for a minute in the car to rearrange my pants and let my erection subside. Then the two of us entered the restaurant. It was an older building with dark wood paneling and low lighting. Each table had its own red candles that added to the intimate atmosphere. 

The receptionist was fine, giving Katie and me only a small glance before leading us to our corner curved booth, which was, as I requested, in a more secluded corner of the restaurant. Despite not having been singled out, Katie still felt so self conscious that she insisted on gripping my hand as we walked past the other diners to our table. I asked the waiter to bring me a scotch on the rocks while we waited for Katie's mother to arrive. Katie ordered an iced tea. 

Despite the fact that nothing was happening, poor Katie got more and more nervous about being in a public place where people might stare at her. To calm herself down, she sat next to me in the semicircular booth and rested her hand on my cock for reassurance.

The next five or ten minutes slipped by in a fog of pleasure. As I sat, sipping at my scotch, my buxom daughter curled up next to me, stroking my cock through the thin fabric of my pants, cooing softly about how much she loved me and how much it meant to her to touch my meat. "I love sucking you, Daddy, and I know someday you'll fuck me. You'll fuck me with the same cock that made me and you'll fill me with the same sperm that created me. I want you to fuck me so much. I dream about being penetrated by you every night. I want you to fill my womb with your delicious, fertile baby-making cum. Every time I touch your cock I think of how you used your wonderful cum to make me and how good it is at making babies. I want to be filled with the same baby juice that filled up my Mommy and created me. But in the meantime, until the day that you fuck your loving virgin daughter, you can cum in my mouth over and over and over. Your cum belongs in my mouth and in my pussy. I love your cock and I love your sperm and I love the taste of your cum in my mouth and I love you Daddy."

By this time I must have had a pretty silly grin on my face, with my busty daughter pressing her giant jugs into the side of my arm and whispering her lust in my ear while she stroked my rock hard cock. The waiter couldn't see Katie stroking me under the table, but he could see how close she snuggled up against me in the roomy booth. He could also see, I think, how her massive chest jiggled rhythmically while she stroked my aching cock. 

My wife Elaine finally arrived. She was wearing a red blouse with deep cleavage. I recalled that when she'd left for work that day, she had a white camisole underneath the blouse to cover the decolletage of her 36DD tits. But now, it seemed, she had removed the camisole after leaving work so that her tits were more on display for our night on the town. 

The expression that came over her face the moment she looked at me was priceless. She immediately took in the sight of me smiling blissfully with my scotch in one hand, and of Katie scrunched up against me, her big tits bouncing as she jacked me off under the table. Elaine leered at the sight, and I think I actually saw her shiver slightly in voyeuristic pleasure as she watched her daughter service Daddy in public. 

"It looks like you two got started without me," she said, with an evil smile. "Sorry I'm late - but look who I brought with me!" At that moment, I saw Katie's best friend, Randi, walking toward us from behind a knot of people who had obscured my view.  

Randi looked beautiful. In contrast to her normal attire, which rivaled Katie's for shapeless drabness, tonight Randi was dressed in normal clothing, consisting of a short skirt and an oversized t-shirt. The effect was to draw attention to her slim build, perfect legs and her budding tits under the loose t-shirt. Looking at her, I was surprised yet again at how her features perfectly melded the best of her Japanese and Irish backgrounds: she got her jet black hair, dark eyes, slim body and pale, almost alabaster skin from her Japanese mother, while she owed her curvy hips, round ass and her surprisingly large C-cup tits to her Irish father's lineage. 

Randi slipped ahead of Elaine and, smiling shyly, claimed a spot next to me in the booth, and now I had both 18 year old girls on either side of me. Elaine didn't complain at all, and instead settled in across from us, so that we had the unusual situation of her on one side and the rest of us - me sandwiched between two gorgeous teenagers - scrunched together on the other side as if there were a shortage of room at the semi-circular booth.

The waiter dropped off some menus, took Elaine's order of a glass of red wine, then retreated to give us time to choose our meals. 

"I love German food," said Elaine brightly, as she took her first sip of wine.

"I really don't know much about it," said Randi. Under the table, I felt her resting her hand on my lower thigh. She began tickling and stroking my leg, gradually making her way upward. "I'm afraid I don't read German. What's this one at the top of the page - 'Mein . . .?'" Her voice stuttered to a stop as she stumbled over the foreign words.

"It says 'My Father's Sausage,'" explained Elaine. "It's a stereotype of German food that they serve too much bratwurst, but it is true that a lot of German restaurants have their own house-made sausage that they pride themselves on. This one is labeled the speciality of the house, a recipe that was handed down by the restaurant owner's father and grandfather. I've had it several times."

When the waiter came back, both of the girls sitting next to me giggled. "I want My Father's Sausage," said Katie, smiling. She squeezed my cock under the table. 

"I want it, too," said Randi. "I really want it." Randi's hand under the table exploring my pants leg finally reached my cock. When she discovered that her best friend, my daughter, already had her hand wrapped around my shaft, Randi bent forward so that she could catch my daughter's eye. Watching the waiter, I saw his expression as he noted the exchanged looks between the two girls. 

Then I saw the waiter's eyes widen as they fixated on my daughter's chest. Her braless tits, displayed so prominently in the tight-ribbed pullover, started bouncing more as she and Randi began cooperating in jerking me off. 

I leaned back in my seat and smiled up at the waiter, who looked at me in wonderment. I could see the expression on his face as he asked himself: is this guy in the booth really being jacked off by these two incredibly good looking, fuckable teens - one of them an impossibly big titted blonde and the other a sexy, curvy Asian - while another gorgeous busty woman who looked like the guy's wife watched without objection? 

I lifted my arms up and draped them over my two girls, drawing them closer to me. I was claiming these two nubile, horny teens as my property, and they were eager to be owned by me. My daughter and her bisexual girlfriend curled themselves into the crook of my arms as if they were settling happily into their station in life. I smiled greedily and sighed with pleasure, chuckling and almost laughing out loud as I leaned my head back against the booth's cushions. "You know what?" I said smiling into his perplexed and envious face, "I think I'm fine without a main course tonight. Can you simply bring me another scotch?"

After the waiter left it struck me that Katie's and Randi's behavior was drastically out of character - where were the shy teens whom I had known for years? I tried to put an optimistic face on it, though: "Honey, I'm so pleased that you're not acting self conscious here in the restaurant," I said.

Katie looked down at the table. For a moment it seemed that I had made a mistake, breaking the spell of the evening and risking a return to the painfully shy behavior that was the norm for both girls. But then Katie squeezed my cock and looked into my eyes. "It's different, Daddy, when you're here."

"But I'm with you a lot of the time when we go out."

"Not like this. When I hold you" - again she squeezed my cock to let me know exactly what "holding me" meant - "it's different. Holding you makes me feel safer. More self confident. I love you so much, Daddy." She beamed at me in adoration while she stroked my pole up and down. The more she stroked me, the more dreamy-eyed she got.

I turned to Randi. "And you. . .?" I asked.

Randi moved closer and put her mouth to my ear. With her lips so close to me that I could feel her breath on my ear, she whispered, "When I get nervous, I just think about putting your cock in my mouth and curling up around you so I can lick you all night long." She licked my ear lobe. "Thinking about your big hard cock makes me feel better." She thrust her tongue inside my ear for a moment, then added, "If I'm really, REALLY nervous, then I imagine you pushing your big adult cock into my tight little teenage pussy, and then I feel so, SO much better."

I normally do not like the idea of allowing children to play with their food at the table, especially in restaurants, but Elaine and I made an exception that night. By the time our main courses arrived, Katie and Randi had cooperated in unzipping my fly, then pulling my cock out of my pants. Each of them then spent the evening with one hand stroking my hard, exposed cock under the table. Meanwhile, they played shamelessly with "My Father's Sausages", putting the ends of the sausage in their mouths and playing with the delicious meat as if the sausages were dildos they were using to practice their cocksucking skills. 

Elaine pulled out her phone and took a number of pictures of the girls. One showed the girls displaying their sucking skills, their cheeks hollowed out as they sucked the meat. Then in a sequence of photos, the girls faced toward me, showing their profiles to Elaine while, in one photo after another, My Father's Sausage went deeper and deeper into their upturned throats. In a third picture sequence, the two of them were bent forward in front of me, sharing a single My Father's Sausage by sucking either end, with me draping my arms around them and smiling behind them in the background. Meanwhile, each of them kept one hand apiece on my hard cock.

"This is great!" Elaine said, beaming. "What a memorable night out on the town!" She set the phone on video to catch the sight of the long ends of My Father's Sausages bouncing up and down as the girls giggled hornily. In the short video clip, the horny teenagers had their mouths stretched in mirthful sexy "O's" over the ends of the sausage, while their eyebrows shot upward with their eyes wide open, as if they were being surprised by the fat sausage thrust in their mouths and down their throats. When I viewed Elaine's short video, I was pleased to see that the video frame included each girl using their free hand (the other hand was on my cock) to cup and bounce their tits for the camera.

At one point, while the girls were giggling and I was relaxing in their sexy stroking, I heard a light clattering of metal hitting the hardwood floor of the restaurant.

"Oops!" said Elaine. "I dropped my fork. I'll just be a minute!" She ducked under the table, and a moment later I felt the tip of my cock enveloped by her warm, wet mouth. The girls' hands, in response, shifted from stroking my head to caressing my balls and shaft. I closed my eyes in bliss.

The waiter chose that moment to walk by. Actually, I had seen him hovering in the distance for some time, trying to think of an excuse to return to our table and get a close-up view of what we were up to. "How are you guys doing, here? Can I get you anything?" he asked. Then he looked at where Elaine had been sitting. "What happened to your companion?" 

I opened my eyes and tried to concentrate. Both girls were snuggled up in my arms, their food forgotten for the moment while they serviced me. I looked at the waiter and smiled. "She dropped something," I explained. "She's looking for it under the table - I think she might be awhile." Suddenly, there was a sound of slurping and gagging from under the table, and I lurched forward in an automatic reaction to Elaine's blowjob, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth. "Ooh! Oh god! " I groaned. "I think she's found it! She found her Father's Sausage!"




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 10



The waiter's mouth fell open and he stared at us.

Randi chose that moment to reach over with her free hand to grasp the tumbler that held my scotch. "Mr. J," she asked, using the nickname that she'd been calling me since she was a little girl, "would you like a sip of whiskey?" She held it up to my lips and gently poured some into my mouth so that I wouldn't have to take my arm off her shoulder.

"Thank you, sweetie. You're such a good girl," I said. After she put my drink back on the table, I turned my face toward her and kissed her deeply. Then I turned to the other side and kissed my daughter, thrusting my tongue into her delicious mouth. Katie shivered in my arms as my tongue thrust in and out like a cock in her mouth. "You're both such good girls," I said when I came up for air. My cock was as hard as an iron pole, and I was in a heavenly four-way of handjobs and blowjobs, making out with my daughter and her girlfriend while my wife sucked me under the table.

The waiter bent over as discreetly as he could to take quick look under the table. Then his face reddened and he stood up straighter. "You seem like you're doing fine," he said with a strong note of envy in his voice. "Another whiskey?" 

"Yes, please." 

Elaine deliberately made gagging sounds for the waiter's benefit, and I found myself so turned on by the sound of her cocksucking that I thrust myself again deeper into her throat. The waiter's eyes widened as he saw my body lurch forward into the willing mouth of the woman under the table. The waiter and I heard a loud popping sound under the table as Elaine's mouth let go of my cock, followed by a sound of giggling from under the table. 

"I love My Father's Sausage," said the voice from under the table. She giggled some more, then added, "It's so - Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!" It was the unmistakable sound of Elaine deliberately interrupting herself and gagging herself on my cock. 

When they heard my wife's laughter, the girls started giggling as well, and I hugged them closer to me, smiling possessively the whole time at the waiter. Elaine slurped loudly on my dick.

Katie turned to the waiter and, smiling, said, "The meal is delicious. I love My Daddy's Sausage." 

"It's so long and thick!" added Randi.

"It feels so perfect in my mouth," said Katie.

"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!" gurgled my wife.

Katie giggled as if she were drunk and, as she looked the waiter in the eye, she pumped my cock vigorously for emphasis, making her braless 32F tits, so huge on her tiny frame, bounce wildly underneath her tight ribbed pullover blouse.

"You lucky bastard," the waiter whispered.

My girls began licking my neck. I smiled back at the waiter and nodded. Wordlessly, my smile was communicating to him, "Yes, they're mine. All three of them - all mine. They belong to me and my cock. They are all three servicing me and worshiping my dick while you stand here."

Elaine continued to suck me under the table. She stayed there for another ten minutes, loudly slurping and cooing, worshiping my hard cock in the low-lit darkness of the restaurant.

Despite the fact that we were in an isolated, darkened corner of the restaurant, it wasn't possible to completely escape notice. Our booth, tucked away at the back, was near the exit that led to the men's room. The result was that, one by one, men occasionally walked past going to and from the lavatory. In the beginning, the girls' actions were not that noticeable, with their hands hidden under the table. As they became bolder, and especially after they unzipped my pants and started playing directly with my bare erection, their arm and shoulder movements had the effect of making their breasts jiggle enticingly. Several men noticed Katie's big melons as they bounced up and down.

After the meals arrived, though, the girls' antics with the sausages were much more blatant. At first, they paused self-consciously when one of the male diners walked by on their way to the restroom. But after a while, they got caught up with the game of using their sausage/dildos as sex toys, and they didn't even notice the men who walked past, did a double-take, then a minute later made a second trip to the men's room. Within a half an hour there magically appeared a steady stream of men sauntering to and from the men's room, ogling my daughter's bouncing rack and staring open-mouthed at the three gorgeous women giggling over their meat toys. 

When it finally came time to leave I announced, quite honestly, that I was not fit to drive. I'd had three scotches on an empty stomach, and there was no way I would have passed a roadside sobriety test.

Elaine, practical as always and yet with a demonic streak, suggested that Katie should drive me home. "Honey," she said, turning to me, "you should ride in the back seat and just relax, given how much you've had to drink. And Randi?" she said, turning toward our daughter's friend, "Would you mind riding in the back with him instead of going home in my car? He might need your help."

We stood up and walked toward the door. Elaine led the way as we made our way across the restaurant. I put my left arm around the waist of my buxom blonde daughter, while my right arm went around the waist of her exotic Japanese-American girlfriend. The other diners - all of the men and most of the women in the restaurant - turned their heads and watched as I promenaded through the restaurant, showing off my devoted, subservient teenagers. As I made my way toward the cashier, my hands drifted upward from the girls' waists, so that by the time I was halfway through the grouping of tables, my arms were wrapped around the girls' backs and my hands were cupping the undersides of their large breasts, showing off their big tits to the other diners. It was difficult for us as a trio wending our way between the tables, and it was necessary to twist and turn several times as we avoided chairs and excused ourselves to seated diners. The result was that I had ample opportunity to fondle the two girls right in front of several of the diners. "Excuse us," I said to one couple, and "Pardon me," to another, as I bent over their tables and bounced my daughter's and her girlfriend's breasts in their faces.

When we stood beside Elaine as she thanked the cashier, the three of us turned toward the other diners and I began shamelessly caressing, bouncing and mashing the girls' sizable boobs for all of the customers to see and envy. I noticed that several men were almost mesmerized by the sight of my left hand blatantly cupping one of Katie's huge braless F-cup breasts and bouncing it hypnotically up and down over and over in front of the assembled diners. Several men in the crowd smiled and shook their heads in disbelief while others simply stared open-mouthed, but all of the men's expressions had one thing in common: lustful envy. One man, I noted, discreetly gave me a thumbs-up sign, carefully hiding the gesture from his female companion. Katie and Randi smiled towards the other patrons, happy to show off their sexuality, happy to please their Daddy. At that point, I was beyond being discreet - I wanted to show off to all the men in the restaurant how devoted and compliant my three gorgeous women were, how they belonged to me. 

After she was done with her short conversation with the cashier, Elaine circled around the three of us so that she faced me with her back to the other diners. She cupped her hands on either side of my face and gave me a long, soulful kiss. For my part, I kept my arms around my teenagers, continuing to publicly fondle their breasts. As Elaine kissed me, I could feel by her upper body movements that she was deliberately wiggling her ass for the other diners' benefit, showing off her sexy hourglass figure and making clear to the other diners that not only the young teens, but also she herself was part of my harem. 

I heard several pieces of cutlery clatter to the tables as the other customers forgot their meals and stared at the spectacle we were making. Then, with a flourish, the four of us left the restaurant.

Once Katie and Randi and I were in the car, we didn't even make it out of the parking lot before Randi had pulled my pants off, displaying my aching cock for her attentions. She threw my pants onto the front passenger seat, whose back was still laying flat from when Katie had rearranged the seat to better blow me during the drive to the restaurant. While Katie turned the car into traffic, Randi apologized to her friend: "I'm sorry, Katie, I'm so sorry. I know you're probably going to think I'm selfish for doing this while you're stuck with driving. But I have GOT to fuck your Daddy!" She pulled off her panties, pulled her blouse up to her collar bone, hiked up her skirt and immediately straddled me, facing towards me. 

Her pussy was so wet that I could feel the slickness where her juices had dripped down her leg, yet she was still so incredibly tight that I had to ease my cock into her a tiny bit at a time. For her part, Randi had to crouch over my groin and gradually ease herself down a fraction of an inch lower with each stroke.

"Oh, god! You're so big!" she cried.

"And you're so fucking tight!" I replied.

"Please! Go gently with me! It's so small down there! I don't want you - oh, yeah! That's it! A little more! But don't hurt me!" She bit her lower lip and shut her eyes tight in concentration. "So big! Too big for my tight little pussy!" 

I laughed in triumph. "I'll be gentle," I said, but then I grabbed her hips and pulled her down another inch on my pole. 

Randi reacted by screaming. She seemed to lose consciousness for a half a second, collapsing ever so briefly onto my chest before waking up with a shiver and a whimper. She grabbed the back of my head for support and pulled my face into her soft tits. "So big! So hard!" she whimpered. "You have to be gentle with my little cunny!" 

"Of course," I crooned, then rammed myself in deeper, deeper. 

I laughed to myself as I watched Randi's eyes shut tight and her face contort in an exquisite mixture of semi-virginal pain and orgasmic ecstasy. She threw her head back and screeched, while her pelvis and thighs began shaking uncontrollably, sending ripples of pleasure along my rod. 

We went on like that for several minutes, with Randi begging me to go slowly and gently and me lying to her, claiming that I would enter only a little bit at a time - just before I rammed myself in deeper. Randi quickly learned that each reassurance on my part was coupled with my forcing more cock into her, with that much more pleasure inflicted on her. She squealed with each phony reassurance and each deeper thrust. Soon it reached the point that she began giggling in happy anticipation every time I told her I'd go slowly. 

"I'll be gentle!" I said, and rammed deeper.

"Aagh!" she screamed.

"So gentle!" Another hard thrust.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" 

Finally her pleas to for me to be gentle became a joke in itself. "Go slowly!" she screamed, anticipating the opposite. "Go slo. . . - hee hee hee! - Oh yeah! Pound me gently, Mr. J! Don't fuck me too hard! Oh fuck yeah! Don't pound me with your big cock!"

Finally I reached the point that I was all the way in side her, and the fucking began in earnest. Randi began bouncing maniacally up and down on my lap, babbling about how much she loved my cock.

"Remember when your wife called me 'your little Asian cock whore'?" she asked as she rose and fell on my cock. "That's what I am - I'm your little Asian fuckdoll! Your cum whore!" She gasped with another orgasm. "Your Randi Fuckdoll! Randi Fuckdoll!" 

Randi was one of the best fucks I have ever had. So eager! So compliant! Her teenage pussy ached for my cock. Her vagina was impossibly tight, and I knew that mine was the only cock that had ever entered her. Her slim, flexible little Asian body seemed like it was custom made for me to manipulate however I pleased. She was so light that I could lift her up and down on my cock effortlessly, yet she was far from passive - she was desperate to do everything she could to please me.

"Teach me!" she begged, returning to her desire for me to teach her how not to be a lesbian. "Teach me how important cock is! Teach little Randi Fuckdoll how to please you! Give me cock and cock and cock!" She started corkscrewing up and down and around on my pole. As she fucked me, she thrust one of her bare nipples in my mouth, grabbing the back of my head to pull me toward her delicious sweet breasts. Her lustrous, long black hair fell on all sides of my head like a curtain, putting Randi and me alone in a world that consisted only of her body and mine. My mouth on her beautiful tits. My hands on her ass directing my Fuckdoll up and down. My cock in her tight vagina, pumping in and out until soon I would give her the load of sperm that she craved. 

The artificial traffic jam was as bad as it had been a couple of hours earlier, and we soon found ourselves caught in a gigantic snarl of automobiles, a clusterfuck that seemed to have no center and in which traffic barely moved at all. In fact, there were times when we were going so slowly that pedestrians actually passed us. This meant that drivers in adjacent lanes and people walking along the street had dozens of chances to watch lithe little Randi as she bounced up and down joyfully on my cock, frequently screaming her way through orgasms. It was true that the windows were slightly tinted and it was night time, but her actions in the darkened interior of the auto, bouncing frantically and relentlessly on my cock, were unmistakable.

Eventually we left the main drag and the hopeless morass of cars. Katie turned onto a side street hoping to take an indirect route home that might be longer but would avoid all the stalled cars. However, we did not anticipate the Republican zeal for social order: the governor of our fair state had stationed highway patrol vehicles on several side streets specifically to punish anyone who dared to leave the main thoroughfares - clearly the people in charge of the stunt did not want the traffic jam to ease up. 

We were pulled over. I patted Randi on her bare ass, signaling her to stop gyrating on my cock and get off of me. She stopped her movements, but before she had a chance to get off my lap, a flashlight shone in the car windows and a female voice said in a flat yet somehow aggressive voice, "License and registration, please?"

"Just a moment, officer," said Katie. She bent over toward the glove box and started rummaging around for the car registration and proof of insurance.

Meanwhile, the cop continued to shine her flashlight in the windows, looking for the jackpot - drugs, guns, stashes of jihadi literature or god knows what - as if it was likely that an 18 year old girl would be transporting contraband on a Wednesday night in the suburbs. When the cop pointed the beam into the back seat, it immediately spotlighted Randi's bare legs straddling my own. Then the beam rose up to our two faces, and I imagine that our eyes must have shone like the eyes of coyotes photographed with a flash at night. 

"Huh," said the cop. 

She reached for the door handle, opened it, and shone her light again, this time into the opened back seat with Randi and me staring at the cop, both of us naked from the waist down and Randi with her blouse bunched up around her neck, my still-hard cock impaled in her tight pussy.

Immediately, my Excuse-o-Meter kicked into overdrive. What should I say? 

- "It's not what it looks like, officer."

- "Nice night for a stroll, wouldn't you say?"

- "How 'bout them Red Sox?"

The list of bad opening lines seemed to stretch out toward infinity, with each one more inane than the last and all of them equally counter productive. So I said nothing. 

The female cop, too, said nothing.

Randi said nothing.

Though I'm sure only several seconds ticked by, it felt as if the three of us exchanged silent looks in the unforgiving glare of the flashlight for about four or five hours. Finally Katie chirped out, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, "Here it is! License, registration, proof of insurance!"

The cop was distracted by the ordinariness of the announcement. She turned the flashlight beam back toward Katie in the driver's seat and began fumbling with the papers.

As soon as the light was taken away, Randi began squirming in her seat. At first I thought she was going to get off my cock and try to look presentable, but within a second or so I could sense that she was simply adjusting her position so that it was more comfortable. Which I guess was as good a move as any, since we'd already been caught in the act. 

But then her squirming for a better position changed slightly into a sort of grinding motion. A rhythmic grinding motion. 

I would have said something along the lines of, "Are you out of your fucking mind?" or somesuch, but I knew that anything I said would be heard by the highway patrolwoman. So instead I smacked her lightly on the ass in what I hoped was a gesture that would communicate to her a need to stop.

She took it the opposite way. While the cop pointed her flashlight at the documents in her hand, checking dates and so on, Randi took advantage of the returned darkness in the back seat to grind harder and more urgently against my crotch. 

I tapped her ass again and tried to catch her eye so that I could communicate with her by facial expression that she needed to cool it, but again she took my slap on the ass as encouragement to grind harder and more blatantly. 

"May I ask why you pulled us over, officer?" asked Katie in her sweetest voice.

The flashlight remained pointed at the car documents, but the cop's gaze drifted back to the increasing noise in the back seat. Randi was starting to lift herself up and down slightly, gasping slightly while simultaneously trying to control her breathing and keep the noise down. 

"Uh, you've got . . . uh . . . I thought I saw . . . um, a broken tail light."

Randi began whimpering as she tried to get herself off. As she came closer to orgasming while being watched by the cop, her motions became more frantic and forced. A part of her was still trying to minimize her movements, while the automatic, animal part of her needed increasingly to get off at any price.

"Uh! Uh! Fucking . . .! Fucking cock!" she muttered through clenched teeth, almost hissing. "Gotta cum. . .! Gimme cock. . .! Gotta cum!!"

The sounds she was making were now unmistakable, even if the cop had been several feet away instead of standing just beside the driver's window. She circled around the open car door and shone her light straight at Randi and me. "What the hell are you doing?!" she asked.

Randi, the shyest person I have ever met other than my daughter, seemed paradoxically to get off on the fact that she was being watched by a person in uniform. As soon as the light shone on her face, Randi started bouncing uncontrollably. She threw her head back and screamed inarticulately. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her bouncing movements sped up and became jerky and spasmodic. She was cumming in one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever witnessed. 

I had to grab her by the hips to keep her from thrashing against something and hurting herself. But the act of grabbing those delectable hips sent me into automatic fucking mode, too. I began thrusting upward uncontrollably, bucking into my little Asian fuckdoll. Randi thrashed back and forth, up and down, like a sexual rag doll. Her body was partly under my control holding her hips, raising her up and then pulling her down harder and harder on my cock. But partly, she was under no one's control, not even her own, bouncing and screaming and jerking in all directions.

The feeling on my cock was incredible. Randi's incredibly tight little pussy seemed to have been made for my cock and my cock only, a perfect glove that was destined to be filled by me alone. Her chaotic spasms and thrusts, combined with rhythmic bounces, were everything I wanted at that moment and everything I would ever want forever. I felt like my cock was going to explode and fill the entire back seat with cum. 




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 10



Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Randi's exhibitionism-fueled orgasm subsided and she seemed to come back down to earth again, at least enough to speak English. She began sliding her pelvis back and forth on my cock, and she turned her face toward the cop. 

The cop spoke again. "I asked you, what the hell are you doing?" 

"What's it look like I'm doing?" said Randi, in what almost passed for a calm voice if it weren't for her gasping. "I'm his Fuckdoll and I'm getting fucked! I can't stop getting fucked!" 

"Listen, young lady . . . ."

"You can stay. Or go. I don't care if you watch. But I have to fuck this big hard cock and I can't stop for you! Oh, Jesus!" She went into another orgasmic spasm fueled by the weirdness of the situation, the danger and exhibitionism, fucking an adult man on a suburban side street in an open car with a flashlight shining on her. 

Randi was out of control - out of my control, certainly, and even, it seemed, out of her own control. Her spasms and reflexive humping were frantic.

The effect it had on me was electric - literally. I felt the same thing I've experienced when I've accidentally touched a live wire and felt the buzzing jolt go through my system. This time, though, the electric jolt started in my cock and I felt it spread through the entire rest of my body - even my hands, which twitched and clenched in reflex action, grabbing Randi's hips and pulling her up and down on my cock, while my pelvis bucked in and out of her pussy on electric autopilot. My head jerked up and down in synch with my pelvis and Randi's own uncontrollable humping. My neck, my spine, my cock, my pelvis, my whole body was out of control. I was banging my sex-crazed teenage fuckdoll like I was possessed by a demon. 

It was too much. There was a burning flame that filled my field of vision, and in the center of that flame was Randi's sweet, fiery body. I no longer cared about the policewoman shining her flashlight on us and watching us. I no longer cared about getting arrested. I picked up my lithe little Japanese plaything by the hips and threw her onto the flattened passenger seat, then knelt on the floor of the back seat and began thrusting into her again. "Fuckdoll!" I screamed. "Randi Fuckdoll! Take my cock! Your cunt is mine! You belong to me!" I don't think I could have stopped desperately fucking her at that point even if the cop had put a gun to my head. 

I didn't see directly what was going on around me, but I was vaguely aware that the flashlight beam began jerking and swinging wildly, creating what was almost a strobe effect inside the back seat of the car. Without interrupting my humping action, I glanced over in the direction of the light and saw, in the shadow behind the flashlight, that the cop seemed to have the back end of the flashlight in the vee of her crotch - she was masturbating herself with it. 

"Uh!" she cried. "Stop in the name of the . . . Uh! Uh! Oh, fuck! Fuck stop fuck!"

While Randi and I adjusted to my putting her on her back so that I could fuck her while on my knees, Katie twisted around in the seat to face toward her friend and me. She grabbed Randi's right hand and held it tightly yet tenderly, sharing her best friend's orgasmic frenzy. While I continued to pump my cock into Randi's pussy over and over, Katie moved further toward the passenger side and raised one knee onto the seat so that her bisexual best friend's head was angled against her thigh and almost in her lap.

Now they were together, my busty blonde daughter and her Asian girlfriend. Their two bodies were in such close contact that both of them jerked and bounced in tandem with each of my thrusts. Each time I pounded into Randi's impossibly tight vagina, I could see four breasts jiggling and bouncing in front of me. Randi and Katie even gasped in unison with each thrust. The flashlight beam continued to swing wildly all over the car's interior, casting bizarre twisting shadows that rocked crazily as if we were careening down a roller coaster. "Fuckdoll!" I cried. "You're my Randi Fuckdoll! All mine!" 

"Yes!" she screamed. "All yours!"

And Katie joined in, "All yours!"

The cop began screeching. "Assume the position!" she cried, but her words were completely at odds with her actions. She had dropped to her knees on the asphalt road, torn open her regulation pants, and was now thrusting the thin cannister of her pepper spray in and out of her cunt. "You're under arrest!" she continued, and then began babbling disconnected words and phrases about "handcuffs!" "I'm taking charge!" and so on. She seemed to be experiencing some weird melange of S&M fantasies associated with cop-domination, yet - thank god! - she seemed to be lost in her voyeuristic bondage fantasies rather than inflicting them on us.

Randi was so slim and flexible that it was easy to make my next move: I took one of her ankles and raised it up in the air and began to turn her over. Randi quickly took the hint and repositioned herself on hands and knees on the flattened passenger-side seat so that I could fuck her doggy-style. Katie repositioned herself, too, moving all the way over to the edge of the passenger side with her back against the corner formed where the dashboard meets the passenger window. She hiked up her skirt. While I began humping Randi deeper and deeper in the new position, Katie pulled her best friend's head into her crotch so that Randi could lick Katie's clit.

I looked over at the cop. She had pulled her shirt tail out of her regulation khaki pants, and now had one hand under her blouse caressing her tits, while the other hand was buried in her crotch and diddling her clit. The kneeling cop moaned while the flashlight rolled back and forth on the slope of the roadway, casting us all in shadow. The only illumination remaining within the car was the light shining in from a street light down the block. 

The whole thing was, I have to admit, pretty damned uncomfortable. Anyone who's ever had sex in a car knows that what it gains in spontaneity it loses in cramped discomfort. But Jesus was it hot! With subservient little Randi sandwiched between me and my horny, busty daughter, it seemed like all three of us were in heaven. Randi experienced what looked like a non-stop orgasm that lasted for several minutes. She obviously got off on being watched by a uniformed cop while she acted as an object of sexual pleasure not only for me but also for her best friend.

Katie was in a different world, with different pleasures. She moaned and shivered while Randi ate her out, but the whole time she kept her eyes glued to mine, fixated every second on Daddy. Every moment that she caressed her own tits, she seemed to be pleading with me to bridge the three feet that separated us and lick her tits directly. Every time she experienced an orgasmic spasm that emanated from her clit, she looked at me gratefully and pleadingly as the cause and center of her sexual pleasure even though it was Randi who had been doing the licking.

The cop, meanwhile, didn't touch any of us. Her voyeuristic pleasure seemed to be in a different world. Glancing at her face, it looked as if the pleasure were being inflicted on her unwillingly even though she herself was doing all the masturbation as she watched the three of us. Every once in a while, she grunted some inarticulate gesture of denial, as if she were ordering us to stop, or pleading with her own body to stop betraying her.

"Fuck me!" I commanded, staring over the back of the Asian teen I was screwing and into my daughter's eyes.

"Yes, Daddy," Katie answered, as she gripped the sides of Randi's head, forcing her friend to lick her. My daughter's mouth hung open. Her eyes were so dazed with sexual need that she looked as if she was barely able to reason.

"You love your Daddy," I instructed her, pounding harder and harder into my Randi Fuckdoll.

". . . Love my Daddy. . ." she intoned hypnotically.

"Your Daddy's cock is everything to you!"

". . . Everything. . .!" she sobbed and began shaking in another orgasm. 

My daughter's hands gripping her friend's hair clenched and shook. In response, Randi, who seemed linked to Katie as we fucked, shook and spasmed in her own orgasm. I felt Randi's incredible pussy clench on my cock, begging me for my sperm.

Katie began babbling as she shook uncontrollably. "Love my Daddy Suck my Daddy Fuck my Daddy Suck my Daddy Love my Daddy Fuck my Daddy . . . ," over and over again. She stared helplessly and blankly into my eyes the whole time, lost in a sexual trance.  

Finally I couldn't hold back any more. Two hours of handjobs and blowjobs culminating in the hottest and most dangerous sex of my life was too much. I bellowed out a roar of ultimate release, and I felt a stream of cum jet into poor little Randi's tight little cunt. Randi felt it, too, and screamed out in another orgasm, sending more shivers through her partner, Katie. They really were joined at the hip not only as friends but now as sexual partners as well.

As I slumped forward in exhaustion over Randi's ass and back, the three of us finally slowed and stopped. The cop, however, had not seemed to reach the culmination of satisfaction that we had, and she moaned in frustration when the rest of us stopped. Gritting her teeth, she diddled her clit even more frantically, but couldn't get off. Finally, crying tears of frustration, she slumped backwards, using her arms to catch herself before hitting the pavement. She ran one hand through her disheveled hair, then reached for the flashlight which was still shining, casting its light on the undercarriage of the car.

The cop picked herself up off the pavement and began straightening her blouse, tucking it into her tight pants. "I'm, uh, gonna let you off with a warning this time," she muttered, more to herself than to us. Then she staggered back to her car and drove away.



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 11



The following Saturday morning I was dressed in nothing but my bathrobe, relaxing over a second cup of coffee and enjoying the fact that I had the house to myself. Elaine had ferried Katie to her dance lesson, then had gone on to drop some stuff off at the dry cleaners and do a few other errands. I was simply relishing the fact that the house was so quiet I could hear the birds chirping at each other as they built a nest outside the window.

The doorbell rang. 

It was Randi. She looked distraught, as if she had been crying for quite awhile. I noticed a small duffel bag at her feet.

"Hi, Randi," I said, ignoring for the moment her disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. "Would you like to come in? Katie's . . ."

". . . At her dance lesson. I know," she said. "Can we talk? Just you and me? For a second?"

"We can talk as long as you want." She started to reach for her duffel bag, but I got there first and slung it over my shoulder. Then I put my free arm around her shoulder and accompanied her to the living room. She took a seat near the middle of the couch. I dropped the satchel on the ground near our feet and sat at the other end.

"My parents kicked me out," she said. "Can I . . . can I stay with you guys? At least for a day or two?" She looked down at her hands and started quietly crying. "I . . . I don't have anyone else I can ask."

"You can stay with us as long as you need to, honey. You know you're like family to Katie – and to Elaine and me. But what happened? You had an argument with your mom?"

"With her and my stepdad. Then they called my dad, and he told me not to come over to his house either. He and my stepmom don't want anything to do with me, either."

She started to sob, and I held out my arms for her. Despite all the sexual activity that I'd engaged in with her, she was still only a young girl – she and Katie had celebrated their eighteenth birthdays together only a few months earlier – and this was one of those moments when my paternal instincts were stronger than my sexual ones. Yet even then, I have to admit that the feel of Randi's slim, soft body and the perfect curves on her petite body felt fantastic as she flowed into my arms. When she shook from crying, it reminded me of the shivers that she experienced when we fucked in the back seat of my car a few nights earlier. I pulled her tightly into my arms as my nose took in the scent of her skin and her hair shampoo. Her C-cup tits, so amazing in contrast to her pale Japanese features, felt fantastic mashed against my chest.

"I'm pregnant," she said simply. She pushed herself deeper into my embrace. While one of her arms was wrapped around my back hugging me closer, her other arm was wedged between our bodies. Her hand slipped into the opening in my robe and she began stroking my chest.

I know I should not have been shocked by her pregnancy, but I was. Chalk it up to the human ability to ignore or forget the obvious consequences of our actions. "And am I . . .?" My voice trailed off, not finishing the sentence. I didn't have to.

"Of course you are. Before you, I'd never even kissed a boy on the cheek." She raised her head from where she'd buried it in my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "What am I going to do? Where am I going to go?"

I kissed her lips gently – chastely even, if such a word isn't improper in a context like this. "You don't need to go anywhere," I said. "You're already here. Let us – let ME – take care of you."

"Oh, Mister J!" she exclaimed. I loved it when she used that nickname for me. It showed a special kind of intimacy, one both less and more than familial. It didn't hurt that in recent weeks she had begun screaming it in ecstasy when I was fucking her doggie style. "I hoped you'd . . . ." and then she impulsively lifted her head towards mine and planted her mouth on mine, opening her mouth and caressing my lips with her tongue. 

We began to kiss. Her fertile teenage body, already planted with my seed, melted into mine. My hands roamed along her sides and her back, caressing all her perfect young curves. When she came up for air, I said, "This is your new home, Randi. Have your baby here. Live with us." 

"But don't you have to check with Mrs. J? It's kind of a big deal, having me move in, isn't it?"

"I'm sure Elaine will agree with me," I said. "You and Katie have always been almost like sisters. You've eaten dinner here several times a week since you were a little kid, and you sleep over at least one night most weekends." I put my finger under her chin and gently nudged her face upward so that she looked me in the eye. Our lips were only inches apart. "You're already family, Randi." I kissed her lightly on the lips. "You're almost as much a daughter to me as Katie is."

I kissed her again, and this time my tongue licked daintily at the outside of her lips. "I'll treat you just like I do my own daughter," I repeated, thinking not only of my paternal relations with Katie but also with my recent sexual actions with her. I kissed her again, this time more deeply. In response, Randi's hand, already inside my bathrobe, crept lower. She wrapped her hand around my hardening cock.

"And the pregnancy?" she asked.

"You're so young. So fertile," I whispered. I cupped my hand under one of her delicious, firm young tits, then my hand slid down to her pussy. "I guess it was inevitable." I looked her in the eye and with one hand I caressed her breast while my other diddled her clit. Her pussy's full with my child, I thought to myself as I played with her clitoris. I was reveling in the fact that her hand was rising and falling on my rod. "I'm okay with it if you are."

Randi looked up at me. She brought her other hand around from my back and began stroking my cock with both hands. She smiled adoringly into my eyes. "Oh, Mister J! Thank you!" Her hands slid faster up and down my hard cock. "Thank you thank you thank you!" She looked down at her hands sliding up and down, then gazed back into my eyes adoringly. "Thank you!" she said again. I loved the fact that she was babbling her gratitude while stroking me – in effect, she was thanking me for letting her play with and worship my cock.

"From now on you're part of our household," I said. I placed my hand on the back of her neck. "And that means that you'll have certain duties, just like every other member of the household. And there are rules." I caressed the back of her neck. "Rule number one: No boyfriends are allowed in this house – understand?"

She smiled. "I understand, Mr. J." Both her hands were on my rod, stroking non-stop. She licked her lips unconsciously and added, "There'll be no other man in this house but you." 

"Good." With my hand still on the back of her neck, I pulled her face down to my crotch. "Now suck your popsicle like a good daughter, Randi."

My little Randi Fuckdoll, submissive and pliant as always, began obediently licking my cock like a good girl.

Within moments, she settled into her proper position in life: on all fours on the couch, bent over my hard cock. The sound of her slurping filled the room. My hands stroked her silky black hair and guided her head up and down on my dick as I whispered reassuringly. "I'll take care of you, sweetheart. Every day. And you'll take care of me every day, too. Your fertile teen body is full with my baby and soon you'll swell with my child. Suck my dick, darling, and taste the baby cream that made you pregnant. Your new home is right here." I pulled her face deeper onto my cock and held her face down as she started gagging, forced to deepthroat me. "Your home is right here – on your knees every day with my dick in your mouth." As she gagged, I could feel her throat muscles flexing on my rod, sending a wave of involuntary clenching up my shaft. It was fantastic. 

"Ah gov ooh, Missah Gay," she gurgled.

"I love you, too, Randi," I said. My hand on the back of her head guided her up and down. The sound of her wet slurping was the most beautiful music in the world. "You're such a good girl. Such a good cocksucker. Your mouth was made for cock. MY cock. And ONLY my cock."

She lifted her head briefly and smiled as she responded, "Yes, Mister J." She tilted her head slightly and gazed dreamily and happily into my eyes while her hand slid up and down my shaft. "Only YOUR cock!" she promised. "Your delicious cock. Your cum. Your sperm. Your baby juice. And YOUR babies." She licked her lips again in horny anticipation of her new life with us.

I pushed her wet mouth back where it belonged and laughed as I heard her gag again. "Good girl!" I said as I fucked her face.

"Glugg!" she replied. I laughed again and forced her face to go deeper and faster on my shaft.

By the time Elaine and Katie returned home a few minutes later, Randi and I had changed positions. I was supporting little Randi in my arms as she sat on my lap. Both of my fuck baby's legs were on one side of me, and I was holding her with one arm wrapped around her back and the other arm cupping her legs. With one hand under her ass and the other hand under her knees, I was forcibly lifting her tight little body up and down on my cock. 

I was fucking her like a petite, sex-crazed rag doll. With her feet off the ground and with only one arm wrapped around my neck and shoulder for leverage, Randi had no control over how hard and fast I chose to pump my cock into her. Her head was tilted back and bounced up and down spasmodically, her long shimmering black hair flying rhythmically around her. Her eyes were rolled up in their sockets and her mouth hung open in an orgasmic daze. 

"Cock!" she moaned. "So much cock!"

"What are you?" I growled.

"Fuckdoll! I'm your fuckdoll!" she cried. "Your tight pussy fuckdoll! I belong to you and your big cock!"

"And when do I fuck you?"

"Any time you want! Any day! Every day! Oh please! Keep fucking me! Don't ever stop!" I lifted her pale white, tight yet voluptuous little body up and down easily on my cock.

I didn't hear Elaine and Katie come in. I only looked up when I heard the sound of Katie dropping her shopping bag in shock onto the ground. A can of chili fell on the rug and rolled toward me. 

I looked up and saw expressions of surprise on both their faces. 

"Hi, Honey," I said. With a wide grin on my face, I said, "Randi's come to live with us." I pumped her lithe body up and down on my rod for emphasis, showing exactly what living with us would entail. "I've been welcoming her to the household!"

"What?!" both women said simultaneously. The expression on Elaine's face was mostly one of pure surprise – it was difficult to tell what lay beneath it. But Katie's shock seemed mixed with a strong element of dismay.

"I'm puh - puh - pregnant!" Randi gasped in between my thrusts. "Your Dad knocked me up! – Oh fuck! So hard! – He filled me with his cock! Just like he's filling me now! He put a baby in me!" She began sobbing and spasming uncontrollably. "So full! I'm so fu-fu-full of his c-c-cock! I'm full with his baby and his stud cock!"

"Kiss your new daughter! Kiss your new sister!" I said. "She's going to join us in everything!" 

At that moment it seemed like Elaine and I turned a corner in our relationship, a corner that I hadn't even known was there. She looked at down at me as I continued without pause pumping my cock into our little teenage friend, then she looked at the glazed face of Randi herself, then finally her eyes met mine. I think at that moment she resigned herself to a new arrangement in the household, an arrangement that would be difficult to put into words. She carefully put down her shopping bags, then knelt on the ground before us and put both her hands on either side of Randi's lovely face.

"Welcome to the household, sweetie," she said simply. She brought her lips to Randi's and gave my Japanese fuckdoll a long, deep kiss even while Randi continued to bounce up and down. 

Then she moved over to me and said, "Fuck her good, darling," and kissed me as well. While my wife's tongue played with the inside of my mouth I continued to pump my cock into my pregnant teen plaything – my new foster daughter. 

Randi began giggling in happiness and shivered through another orgasm. "My new home!" she cried joyfully. "My baby daddy! Hee hee hee! Fuckee fuckee Daddy!" She threw her head back and began giggling uncontrollably. Her spine arched and her whole body began bucking with jolts of orgasmic pleasure. The feeling of the ultra-tight sheath of her pussy convulsing around my cock was indescribable. "I'm full of Daddy cock!"

When Randi finally began to slow down, Elaine put her hands under Randi's arms and gently lifted her upwards, gesturing to her to get off of my lap and my cock. "It's Mommy's turn, sweetie," she said soothingly. Randi whimpered in disappointment but allowed herself to be led away from my lap. She sat on the couch next to me and took my arm, draping it over her shoulder. She began to coo in contentment as she snuggled up to me and began licking and nibbling my earlobe. 

Elaine, meanwhile, reached under her skirt to remove her panties, then hiked up her skirt and straddled me. She sighed with release as she eased my cock into her twat and began bouncing on my hard-on. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she bent over and began whispering in my ear, the one on the other side of where Randi was sitting.

"I guess this was inevitable, wasn't it?" she whispered. "First our daughter, now her little bisexual girlfriend." Elaine finished unbuttoning her blouse and she threw it on the floor, then reached behind herself to unhook her bra. Arching her back to reach the hooks, she thrust her 36DD tits in my face. She continued: "Poor shy little Katie. She's horny all the time. And there's no other man around but you to help her! The way she looks at you! Such longing! I think our introverted busty daughter – our poor hormone-driven sexpot shrinking violet – is obsessed with your cock! How did THAT happen?"

Her bra was unfastened, and she threw it on the floor alongside her blouse, then pushed one of her nipples into my mouth. She started twisting her pelvis as she bounced up and down on my hard shaft. "And Randi! Poor little Randi is turning into such a slut! But she's OUR little slut, isn't she? You ARE going to share her with me, aren't you? Share your horny little Asian plaything? Don't you want . . ." – she pounded up and down harder and harder – " . . . to fuck us . . ." – her twisting and gyrating ass corkscrewed relentlessly up and down – " . . . together? Both of us? Every day?" 

"Mmmph!" I said, my mouth full of her tits. One hand was gripping my wife's ass and guiding her up and down, faster and faster. My other arm was still draped around my Asian teen girlfriend, pulling her young body against mine.

Then Randi joined in, whispering in my other ear. "We love your big cock, Mister J. You're hard all the time! You're so full of cum! I'm glad you knocked me up! I'll be so proud when my breasts and my belly swell up for you!"

"Cum! Cum! CUM!" cried Elaine.

"TAKE MY COCK, YOU SLUTS!" I screamed. My head snapped backward against the rear cushion of the couch and my spine arched, my pelvis thrusting upward as I pumped cum into my horny wife. I screamed my relief and acceptance of everything the two women were saying as I shot my sperm into Elaine's womb. "YES!" I cried. 

As I ejaculated my head was swimming with images of my three sexy women swirling around me every day, servicing me and worshiping my cock together. "All three!" I told them. "You're mine!" My wife and my perfect little teenage Japanese mistress began planting kisses all over my cheeks and lips, expressing their love of me and their eager acceptance of their new relationship with me.

A few minutes later I came down from the high of having sex with my wife and my daughter's friend. I looked around and I realized that Katie was gone.

I found her in her bedroom, curled up on her bed and facing away from the door. She had ditched the regular clothing she typically wore outdoors – she had been wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt and baggy men's pants that had made her look, as usual, shapeless and unattractive. Instead, she had put on her old green nightie, a sort of security blanket despite the fact that it was too small for her bust and had a tear in front that allowed one of her humongous tits to spill out lewdly. 

I stood in the doorway. "Katie?" I asked. "Are you alright?"

"Leave me alone," she said.

I entered the room and pulled up a chair to the edge of the bed and sat down. "What's the matter?"

"You know what's the matter," she said in a small voice. "It's me. You don't even want to look at me."

I put my hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her so that she turned around, still curled in an almost fetal position but now facing me. "How can you say that?" I asked.

"You fuck Mom. You fuck Randi. You even fucked my dance classmates. And now you've got Randi pregnant and she's moving in with us. You're going to fuck her all the time from now on. But you won't fuck me. I'm too ugly."

"You're what?!" I asked, incredulously.

She sat up, swung her legs off the bed and looked at me. Our faces were about a foot apart. "It's these!" she said, cupping her big melons. "These big fat tits! They make me so ugly!" She began sobbing, which made her extraordinary rack jiggle enticingly.

"Katie, I . . ."

"I've got the biggest tits in school! The biggest!" She shut her eyes briefly in agony, then looked at me again. "The only girls who come close are these two fat cows in Mrs. Anderson's home room. They weigh like two hundred pounds, and you can't even tell where their stomachs end and their tits begin!

"I watch my weight. I really do. But my tits keep growing! I'm constantly dieting. I'm five foot two and I only weigh 112 pounds. I haven't got any fat or cellulite and my tummy is flat and toned. But my tits are so big! Look at them! Oh God I hate them!" She arched her back, pushing her breathtaking chest at me. "Do you see why I have to wear oversized clothing to cover up my ugly body?" 

She cupped her breasts from below and held them out to me. With the rip in her green nightgown, the result was that one of her tits was constrained by the tight green fabric – it was far too small to accommodate her amazing bustline and was literally bursting at the seam – while the other breast bulged out obscenely from the hole in the front of the night dress. Now, with Katie cupping them and presenting her breasts to me, the result was a mouthwatering spectacle. My mouth fell open in awe as she bounced her breasts in front of me.

"I know you hate them!" she sobbed. She raised her hands slightly to cover her nipples and mashed her hands inward in an attempt to cover her breasts, but the result was to make the soft tit flesh bulge out even more around her small hands. Her boobs were unbelievably big on her tiny body, and her inadequate attempt to hide such huge melons with such little hands made her look demure and impossibly sexy at the same time. Despite my having cum only a few minutes earlier, my cock was hardening again. "I hate them!" she sobbed. "I hate my big tits!"

The most fatherly thing I could do was reassure her. So I reached out and placed my own hands over hers, caressing her enormous, soft tits. I began rhythmically squeezing them as I said, "Darling, none of that is true. I love you and I love your large breasts." 

I barely heard a thin rasping sound as the threadbare fabric over her breast began to tear. I deliberately took her hand away from her left breast and, with both hands, gently tore a new hole in the nightie so that both breasts bulged freely from two holes in the front. 

The result was incredibly sexy, with my petite blonde daughter looking me pleadingly in the eyes seeking reassurance. Her sheer green nightgown had ridden up on her thighs, exposing her lovely dancer's legs, while the twin holes in the chest area showcased the most spectacular, large, upright tits I had ever seen. 




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 11



I gently nudged her legs apart, causing the nightie to ride up almost to her crotch, and I scooted my chair closer between her spread legs, sitting so close my knees were almost touching the edge of the bed where she sat. I continued to play with her tits as I cooed, "I love you, Katie. Just the way you are." I tweaked her nipples. "I love big tits, and I especially love YOUR big tits. My busty teenage Katie! You've got the biggest tits in school! So huge! And still growing! And they look so beautiful on your tight little body!" 

Katie's hands were now cupping her oversized tits, presenting them to me as I groped her. Her tears had stopped, and she stared into my eyes with a deep need that was partly the look of a lost little girl, and partly a hormone-driven unstoppable need for cock.

She looked down in my lap. I was still wearing my bathrobe from earlier in the morning, and now my hard cock was again poking through the gap under the loosely-tied sash. "Daddy!" Katie breathed, so softly that I could barely hear her voice. She licked her lips as she stared at my cock.

"Katie," I continued, "if the boys in your classes ever saw what I see now, they would all want to date you. But you're not for them, are you? You belong to your Daddy. Don't you?"

"You really don't think I'm ugly?" she pleaded. Unconsciously, she cupped and jiggled her tits for me again, pleading by gesture for my acceptance.

"I think you're the most beautiful daughter I could imagine having," I said. Her soft tits felt fantastic in my hands. "I love your beautiful blonde hair. I love your angelic young face. I love your petite teenage dancer's body. I love your hourglass figure. And I love your amazing, bouncy, gravity-defying tits, so big compared to your slim waist!" I stood up and my robe fell open, displaying my hard cock bobbing in front of my daughter's face. 

"Look at how much I love you," I said to her. Mesmerized, Katie stared at the cockhead thrusting only a couple of inches in front of her nose. Her mouth opened unconsciously and her tongue lolled hungrily as she gazed at my meat. She was literally drooling for cock.

"Now suck your Daddy like a good girl," I said.

Katie sighed with relief that I had reassured her of my love. Dutifully, lovingly, my daughter took my cock in her mouth and began worshiping her Daddy. "Love me, Daddy," she whispered between licks. "Tell me you think I'm beautiful."

"You ARE beautiful," I said, and as I spoke I could feel Katie shivering in grateful orgasm. She had cum – not just from sucking her Daddy, but mainly from the mere words of being reassured of my love for her.

I put my hands on either side of her lovely blonde head. As I fucked her mouth, pulling her face in and out on my shaft, I repeatedly reassured her: "Such a beautiful young, innocent face – you look so pretty with Daddy's cock in your wet mouth. I love your tits, Katie. Your big beautiful tits. So perfect, so huge on your slim little frame. You're Daddy's big titted cocksucker."

She shivered again – another orgasm – and as she jacked my cock she smiled gratefully and adoringly at me as the source of both unconditional paternal love and her intense sexual sensations. "Thank you, Daddy," she said. "I love you so much." She looked worshipfully at the head of my cock as the wellspring of her pleasure and kissed the tip of my cock reverently. "And I love your big thick Daddy cock. You're so full of baby-making sperm. Will you cum in my mouth? Please?" 

"Of course I will, sweetie." I felt Katie shiver all over in another orgasm, cumming this time merely from the anticipation of tasting my sperm. My fingers curled into claws, clutching her beautiful blonde hair, and I fucked her face faster, harder, deeper.

The next few minutes were ecstatic. Katie burbled her love for me over and over, but most of it was indecipherable because of the thick cock in her mouth. While I thrust in and out of her wet, accepting orifice, holding both sides of her head while I skull-fucked her, Katie repeatedly glugged! gugged! and mmphed! her adoration of my tool. I fucked her face relentlessly while telling her over and over in a soothing voice how much I loved her, how beautiful she was, and how much I loved fucking her big tits and cumming all over them. Her self esteem was improving with every second.

When I came in her mouth a few minutes later, Katie whimpered in gratitude. We stretched out on her bed and she lay with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and reveled in the sensation of her big breasts mashed against my torso. Katie played idly with my cock, not so much in a sexual way, but just taking pleasure in the feel of having Daddy close to her and having hard Daddy meat in her hand. 

We lay like that, hardly moving or speaking, for a large part of the afternoon. At one point, after we had been lying together for over an hour, Katie snuggled lower down my torso. Still curled around my body, she slipped my hard cock in her mouth and began licking and sucking me in a leisurely fashion. She wasn't seeking sexual release at that point, only sexual closeness. 

I stroked her hair. "Such a good girl," I said. "Daddy's beautiful busty girl."

Katie shut her eyes tight and shivered in pleasure as another orgasm washed over her. She mewled and whimpered her happiness at having Daddy in her mouth. I pushed her mouth deeper onto my cock, encouraging her to suck harder and faster. Her huge boobs pressed against my thigh.

"Never be ashamed of your body," I told her. "Daddy loves your body. Daddy loves your big tits. Daddy's going to kiss your big tits and suck your big tits and cum on your big tits every day. Would you like that?"

Katie briefly took her mouth off my cock and murmured dreamily, "Cock every day. . . Cum every day. . . Daddy every day." She went back to her loving sucking action.

At that point, though we had started softly, I couldn't hold myself back any more. "Drink my cum, darling. Drink Daddy's special cream." I pumped cum into my loving daughter's mouth.

"Mmm!" said Katie, still half dreaming. "Delicious baby juice!" She swallowed her mouthful of cum and drifted into sleep, sucking my cock like a pacifier. 

While Katie and I luxuriated quietly in her room, Elaine and Randi did the work of putting away the groceries and preparing dinner. To celebrate coming into her new home, Randi fixed a Japanese stir fry dish that her mother had taught her. 

During dinner, Randi spent an enormous amount of energy catering to my needs. If my water glass was half full, she scrambled to refill it. When I mentioned how much I liked the ginger and soy sauce on the pork strips, Randi stood and served me an extra helping. Halfway through the meal, she insisted that, since we were eating Asian food, we should eat Asian style, and despite the fact that I knew perfectly well how to use chopsticks, she insisted on hand-feeding me with her own pair. 

It was only a short step from there to what came next: Randi sat on my lap at the dinner table in front of both my wife and daughter and, with one arm draped over my shoulder, used her free arm to hand-feed me my meal.

"Mister J needs to keep up his strength," Randi cooed as she brought another bit of food to my mouth. After I had chewed and swallowed, she then planted a feathery kiss on my cheek. "You take such good care of all of your girls, Mr. J," she said. "It's only right that we should take care of you, too." Then she brought her mouth to my ear and, in between nibbles and licks to my earlobe, she whispered so softly that only I could hear, "I think I'm making a wet spot on your robe, Mr. J – it comes from being so horny when I'm around you. I'm so sorry for making a mess – you're not going to spank me for being bad, are you?"

Elaine and Katie had different reactions. Katie had felt soothed by lying in my arms most of the afternoon, but I could still see a twinge of jealousy arising as she watched her girlfriend bouncing slightly on my lap. Elaine, on the other hand, was unfathomable. Try as I might, I couldn't see any sign of a reaction at all in her face. She sat pleasantly, eating and making small talk. She acted as if there weren't a nubile Asian teen squirming and bouncing on my lap trying to get herself off while hand feeding me like a personal sex servant.

As for me, I was loving it more and more. My left hand held Randi's hot little ass as she happily bounced up and down, while my right hand crept up her blouse and started brazenly fondling her lovely C-cup tits in front of my family. It was a miracle, given how much she was mashing herself against my crotch, that Randi was able to maintain the action of gathering food with her chopsticks and feeding it into my mouth. But she managed it, and between bites she repeatedly kissed my cheeks and giggled her pleasure at being fondled by me at the dinner table. I was in heaven.

The food was tasty, too.

I casually began unfastening the buttons on my horny little Japanese plaything's blouse and glanced over at my daughter. She was mechanically picking up food with her chopsticks and bringing it to her mouth, but she had a glazed expression of longing on her face. She never took her eyes off of Randi and me, and though one hand was using the chopsticks, her other hand was under the table in her lap. I could see by the frantic rhythmic motions of her arm that she was playing with her clit.

Randi began giggling uncontrollably as I slipped my mouth over one of her delicious nipples. The hand that she had draped over my shoulder now slid up to the back of my head. I felt her fingernails tickling and scratching my scalp as she held my head against her breast. "Oh fuck yeah, Mr. J!" she cried. "Don't you love nibbling Japanese food? Hee hee hee!" She took her chopsticks and smeared a little ginger soy sauce on her nipple. "Lick me, Daddy." she said. "Am I tasty?" She bounced happily up and down on my lap. "My new Daddy loves to eat Japanese! Oh fuck Daddy!" 

On the other side of the table, I could see that now both my wife and my daughter were quietly maturbating. My hand slid down from Randi's breast to her snatch and I started playing with her clit. Now all three of my women were having their clits stimulated, and when Randi began cumming, the other two gasped and moved their hands more frantically under the table. They were climaxing together.

I knew that I could take this farther. If I wanted, I could simply lay Randi face first over the dining room table and fuck her right there in front of my wife and daughter. But the fact is, I needed to pace myself, and I wanted to spend some one-on-one time with Elaine. Besides, after all that had happened, I enjoyed the idea of taking things slowly. With three gorgeous women to choose from any time I wanted, why hurry things? 

So I simply played with my Japanese meal. Randi spent the next twenty minutes on my lap as my personal plaything, hand feeding me little nibbles on occasion while I licked her tits and made her cum, all in full view of my wife and teenage daughter. "I'm going to love having you around the house, Randi," I said, then lightly bit her nipple and quickly rammed two fingers up her twat. 

Randi's eyes snapped wide open and her head flew back in shock. "Aah!" she gasped and then shuddered all over, sending a shock wave through to my groin. "Oh Jeez!" she cried. Katie's mouth fell open in shock and envy at seeing her girlfriend's body so totally under my control.

Still sitting on my lap as my possession, Randi stretched herself like a cat, satisfied and happy at having another orgasmic spasm flow through her. "Thank you, Mr. J! You're so good to me!" With her blouse wide open, her skirt hiked up to her waist and her slim legs splayed open to allow me access to her pussy, my sweet Japanese plaything was almost naked on my lap. 

As for me, I was still dressed in my morning bathrobe. Randi's squirming had made the robe slide partly open, letting my cock free. Every few seconds, she stole a glance between her legs to look wonderingly and lustfully at my shaft. 

Randi brought one hand up to her chest and squeezed one of her tits to show herself off to the others and smiled proudly and possessively at my other two women, displaying herself wantonly to everybody and reveling in the fact that I was licking her other nipple. She looked triumphantly at my daughter and my wife sitting at the table with us and exclaimed, "My new home! My new Daddy!" I squeezed her ass and pushed my fingers up her pussy again, and my little Asian fuckdoll shivered again in orgasmic ecstasy. 

"Who do you belong to?" I whispered, so softly that only Randi could hear. I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy for emphasis.

"Daddy!" she screamed. Her thighs shook and spasmed. She pulled my face onto her nipple and kissed the top of my head frantically.

After that, I felt that it was a good point to cut things off. I gestured for Randi to get off my lap so that I could go to the bathroom to wash my hands. When she stood, she was unsteady on her feet as she made her way back to her chair. Once seated, she looked up at me with an expression of intense, disappointed longing. 

Then she looked at my crotch. I looked about the table and saw that all three members of my new family harem were staring at the tent in my bathrobe, doused now with the wetness from Randi's hot little vagina. I tugged slightly at the side of the loosely tied robe, and my long, hard cock swung out at their eye level for all three to see.

I walked behind Randi's chair and stood slightly to the side so that my hard shaft slid along her cheek. I cupped my palm against her other cheek and gently pulled her face closer to my rod so that my wife and daughter were treated to the sight of Randi's face framed by hard cock. 

"Elaine," I said, "why don't you pull out your phone and take a portrait of us together?" She smiled, reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone started snapping several photos. When, a few moments later, she showed them to us, I saw that she had captured the moment perfectly: Randi's smiling face, her eyes bright with excitement and horniness, took up most of the picture, with my hard cock alongside her cheek dominating the rest of the frame. Randi giggled when she saw the spectacle that she was making posing with the cock that had impregnated her.

"Thank you, Randi, for such a delicious meal," I said. "I love tasting Japanese. But maybe you'd like some white meat? Give your new Daddy a kiss." 

"I love white meat, Mister J." Randi obediently turned her head and kissed the tip of my cock, then swirled her tongue around the head. "Delicious white meat!" she exclaimed, and giggled. She loudly slurped another taste of my dick while Elaine took more pictures. 

Then I walked over to my lovely daughter Katie, and again I pressed her cheek against my rod, posing in a closeup family portrait – Katie and her beloved Daddy's meat – for the camera. The picture I wanted to burn into everyone's head was a simple one: my beautiful daughter's obedient, innocent submissive face dominated by my hard Daddycock. "Katie, you're the most beautiful daughter any man could have," I said, addressing her insecurity regarding her looks. I stroked her blonde hair, pressing her cheek against my shaft as I continued, "Cuddling with you today has been one of the most special times I've ever had. Now kiss Daddy." 

Katie began just like her girlfriend did, by planting a feathery kiss on the tip of my cock. But instead I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed her face inward, encouraging her to swallow the whole head. Then I pulled out. 

"Thank you, Daddy," said my compliant, beautiful daughter. Elaine continued to take pictures of Katie looking up into my eyes seeking my approval and licking her lips. Her gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes made her look like an innocent angel even at the moment when my wet cock hovered an inch from her parted, hungry lips. Her mouth was open, and I could see her tongue wetting her lips and curling unconsciously in hunger and invitation, wordlessly begging me to stuff my cock back inside her mouth. 

Finally I walked over to Elaine's seat. Elaine handed her camera to Randi to take the pictures, and again I stood behind her and allowed my rigid cock to form a frame against one side of her face for the others to see. Elaine, unlike the younger girls, brought her hand up to my cock and began stroking it and rubbing it against her face, all the while looking from one teenage girl to the other. She was clearly claiming Daddy's cock for her own as senior woman among the harem. The two girls giggled as they bent their heads together to view the photos of Mommy asserting her right to play with Daddy.

Then Katie joined the scene. She scooted her chair closer, so that now she and her mother were sitting side by side while I stood immediately behind them, my engorged cock hovering between their two lovely faces. In a spirit of mother-daughter togetherness Katie and Elaine brought their heads together so both their faces were right next to my rod. They smiled for the camera. Then they posed in profiles for another picture as mother and daughter both kissed the side of my shaft.

I stroked Elaine's auburn-brown hair as I spoke to the teenagers: "Now I'd like you girls to take responsibility for the dishes. When I come back from the bathroom, I expect to see the dishes cleared and put away. Mommy and I want some alone time this evening." I gently guided Elaine's head to turn around and, taking the hint, she began sucking my cock in and out of her mouth in front of her daughter and our new Asian girlfriend. The girls, wide-eyed at watching their mother take control of my cock, stood and began obediently clearing the table. In a lazy, leisurely way I pumped my cock in and out of my wife's mouth for a few more moments, then casually turned and walked to the washroom.

By the time I came back, Katie and Randi had retreated into Katie's bedroom for the sort of girl-girl talk that they shared most days. I figured that the bombshells that had been dropped today – first Randi's pregnancy, then the fact that she was going to live with us indefinitely – meant that the two teens had a lot to talk about. 

Elaine reached into my bathrobe, wrapped her hand around my rod and led me by my cock to our bedroom. "Come with me, stud." she said. "The way things are going around here, I feel like I need to grab any chance I can to have you to myself."



Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 12



As soon as the door to our bedroom was closed I turned to my wife. "We need to talk," I said.

"Uh huh," she said. She unzipped her dress and as she was shimmying out of it she began to unbutton her blouse.

"It's about Katie and her self esteem issues," I said.

"Uh huh," she said. "Self esteem. Right." She reached behind her back and began unlatching her bra.

"In a lot of ways it's as low as it's ever been, but I think we can take steps to help her."

"Uh huh," she said. "Steps." She dropped to her knees and pulled my dick out of my bathrobe. "Tell me about it while you fuck my face," she said. 

I tried to concentrate as Elaine slurped my cock noisily. "I need to . . . uh! Fuck! Your mouth! . . . I need to fuck Katie!"

Elaine grinned evilly as she took her mouth away from my dick for a moment so she could speak. "You need to fuck my mouth? Or you need to fuck Katie? I'm not sure I understood you." She plunged her mouth onto my dick, swallowing me all the way to the root. I could feel her tongue, mouth and throat massaging every inch of my rod. 

"I . . . uh. . . Oh God!"

"That's what I thought. You need to fuck my mouth. C'mon, Daddy. Grab my hair and fuck my face!"

I was lost. I had tried to talk to Elaine, but her mouth on my cock was too much. I could barely even put two words together.

A few minutes later, Elaine stood up and, with her hand on my rod, she led me by my cock to the bed. She got on all fours on the mattress and, presenting her ass to me, said, "Fuck me now, Daddy! Ram your big cock into my wet pussy!"

As I pounded into her over and over, Elaine pushed her one rule on me over and over: "You only fuck ME, Daddy! Only your wife! Cum in your daughter's mouth, spray her face with seed! Drive her goddamn crazy! But no fucking!" 

My frustration coupled with my horniness drove me over the edge. I rammed into my wife over and over, harder and harder. 

"I have to!" I cried. ". . . Have to fuck her!" Images of my daughter's incredible body were swimming in front of me, even while I was screwing my beautiful wife. 

"No!" she screamed. "Only ME! You only fuck ME!"

The vision of my daughter's lovely blonde hair, her trusting and adoring eyes, her red lips and her busty virgin body seemed right in front of me at the same time that my wife's words were pushing away the possibility. I couldn't help myself. With a powerful thrust, I rammed into my wife so hard that she fell forward onto the bed. I fell forward with her and continued pounding my cock into her body while she began spasming with orgasmic frenzy. 

I began to cum. I had so much pent-up desire and frustration coupled with sexual stimulation that it seemed as if my head was going to explode. My orgasm was so hard that I became dizzy. I fell off my wife and slid onto the bed facing the ceiling. The room spun around me in a wave of vertigo.

When I came back to my senses, my wife was gasping and beginning to sit up. "That's why you can't fuck her," she said simply.

"Huh?"

"I know you want her pussy," she said. "I know it's driving you crazy. But that crazy desire is giving me the best sex I've ever had."

"Elaine, . . ."

She got off the bed, moved to the dresser and began brushing her hair. "Have Katie suck you. Have her tit fuck you. Have her crawl around the house on all fours with a leash around her neck that's attached to your cock if that gets you off. But no fucking."

"Elaine, her self esteem. . ."

She turned to me with a smirk, the hairbrush frozen in the arc of a stroke through her hair. "Are you really going to claim that she needs to fuck her father for the sake of her self esteem? Well, even if it's true, I don't care. I know that the desire for her is giving you a 24/7 hard-on, and I'm not giving that up."

She went back to brushing her hair and looked at me through the mirror. "Go ahead and fuck Randi. Her pussy doesn't matter. But Katie's pussy is off limits. Period." 

The next day, Sunday, I received a life-changing phone call.

"I've got chickenpox," the voice on the other end of the line said.

"What?" I asked. "Who is this? Why are you calling me?"

"I'm your sister, stupid," she said. "Don't you recognize my voice? Don't you ever check caller ID?"

"Oh. Sorry. Chickenpox, huh? That's too bad."

"Tell me about it," she said. "It's not that unpleasant, but I'm contagious as hell. I can't go to the grocery store to buy food. I'm afraid to even take out the garbage for fear of breathing on one of the neighbors. You've never had it, have you?"

"To be honest, I can't remember which childhood diseases I got or didn't get," I answered, "but I guess if you're coming down with chickenpox as an adult, it means neither you nor I had it as children."

"What about Elaine?" my sister asked. "Has she had it?"

I brought the phone to Elaine and explained the situation. It turned out that she had been exposed to the disease as a child and so was immune to getting it again as an adult. So had Randi. After a short discussion, Elaine and Randi offered to go to my sister's house to take care of her and my equally-infected six year old nephew for a few days.

"Thanks," said my sister. "I really owe you for this favor."

Within an hour or so, Elaine and Randi had packed overnight bags and set off across town to my sister's place, leaving Katie and me alone together. 

I spent the rest of the day doing odd jobs around the house - cleaning, moving a few heavy items into storage, that sort of thing. Katie stayed in her room catching up on homework. 

Toward evening I told Katie to change into some nice clothes - I was going to take her to dinner. Katie and I occasionally got a burger or pizza when we were out together doing errands, but I couldn't remember the last time she and I had gone out to a restaurant and sat down together, just the two of us. Besides, this would be a good opportunity to pressure Katie into dressing normally for a change, without her usual oversized coats, baggy pants, tacky scarves and ugly hats. "Something fancy, okay?" I said. "I'd like this to be a night on the town for both of us."

Katie surprised me by agreeing without the usual coaxing. She told me that she had recently bought a special gown at a thrift shop for only a few bucks and she wanted to try it on for me. While she put on her dress, I changed into a suit and tie, looking forward to the idea of a formal night out at a French restaurant that I'd heard about.

When Katie finally came into my bedroom to show off the dress she looked stunning, but the expression on her face appeared physically painful - far worse than the usual reluctance she showed at wearing normal clothing rather than the army surplus shit she usually wore.

The gown itself was extraordinary: made of one of those synthetic fabrics that mimics satin, the white floor length skirt positively shimmered in a graceful, simple line that stretched down to her shoes. The upper part of the dress was open in front almost to the navel, designed to allow one to see, as a layer beneath the main dress, a matching white corset-like bodice made of the same material that buttoned up the front. Topping off the whole ensemble was a veil pinned to Katie's shiny blonde hair, swept back so that there was only a trace of the veil visible from the front.

It was a wedding dress. 

"Well?" she asked, gasping out the words. "What do you think?"

"I think it's amazing, but why did you . . .?" My inquiry about the appropriateness of wearing a second hand wedding dress to a restaurant was cut off by a glance at Katie's pained, reddened face. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked.

"It's this . . . top. . . . too tight!" She started fumbling with the button on the front bodice, but her hands were shaking. When she finally managed to undo the top button, she gasped in a lung full of air. Her expanding chest made several of the front buttons pop off. Katie's huge braless tits sprung out and she broke into tears. Her large breasts had literally burst through her dress.

"I thought it would fit!" she sobbed. "I was sure I could make it fit!" She dropped to the floor and frantically tried to collect the lost buttons.

"What's going on here, Katie?" I asked.

"I saw this gown in the consignment store and I thought it looked so beautiful," she said. "I know it's a wedding dress, but it was so pretty I thought maybe I could wear it as a prom gown. I tried it on - everything but the last few buttons - and it fit perfectly! Everywhere but the bust! 

"I thought maybe if I controlled my breathing I could wear it. It would make my breasts look smaller and I could seem . . . I don't know . . . normal? Not a big-busted freak? Now look at it. It's ruined! I'm too ugly to wear something nice like this!" She stood and looked at herself in my bedroom's full length mirror. In disgust she threw the buttons back down on the floor.

I looked across at her image in the mirror. She looked stunning. The dress hugged every curve of her hourglass figure. Far from being ruined by the torn bodice, the gown seemed completed in a way that the dress designer never intended and could never have dreamt of. The structure of the dress and corset pushed Katie's amazing rack upward. Her huge F-cup melons thrust out of the dress as if the entire outfit was designed to show off the most hormone-driven fuckable teenage body in the world. The overall effect reminded me of images I had seen of ancient Minoan women, whose everyday dresses were parted in front to deliberately put their breasts on display at all times.

Far from ruining the look of the gown, the effect of the torn bodice was to turn it from an attractive outfit for a bride into a lewd come-on for the sexiest young woman I had ever set eyes on. Katie's tits were mouthwatering. Looking at her dressed in shimmering virginal white with her gigantic soft tits on full display made me paradoxically want to cherish her on the one hand and yet, at the same time, throw her on the ground and fuck her senseless. 

"Honey, look at yourself in the mirror," I said. "You look beautiful. The most beautiful bride in the world."

"Oh Daddy. Stop lying to me. I know I'm ugly. I know these fat breasts ruin my figure," she said.

"Lying?" I asked. "Is THIS lying?" I unzipped my slacks and pulled out my hard cock. "The moment I saw you in this outfit I thought about how beautiful you are, and when your breasts burst out of your dress, I couldn't help myself. A hard cock doesn't lie, sweetie. It can't lie. I find you sexy as hell, and even more sexy wearing that outfit."

We stared at ourselves in the full length mirror: she in a floor length formal white gown that hugged her wide hips, her small waist and her tight little tummy, and with her huge tits bursting out of a tight corset, and me dressed in a suit and tie with my hard dick hanging out of my pants. 

"We look like quite a pair," she giggled. She took my hand, and the image we saw of ourselves holding hands in the mirror was like a perverted wedding portrait. Then Katie made the picture even better by reaching a little farther and wrapping her hand around my hard pole. I responded by wrapping my arm around her waist. Pulling her closer to me but still facing the mirror, I brought my hand upward from her opposite hip. I cupped her cantaloupe-sized breast and sighed with contentment.

"This is an image I want to hold in my head forever," I said. "You in a wedding dress holding my cock. Me caressing your beautiful body." I smiled at her sexy image in the mirror and bounced her big tit in my hand. She responded by twisting her hand on my cock, making me even harder. Katie completed the picture by smiling happily at me with a wide, open-mouthed grin. Seeing the combination of that happy grin with her hand jacking me off was incredible. 

I pulled her closer to me, so that now she stood mostly in front of me. The image in the mirror now showed me behind my diminutive daughter, almost a head taller than her and standing to the side, with her hand still visible as she eagerly jacked me off. "Cock!" she whimpered. "Hard cock! Hard for ME!" Even now, she was amazed and grateful that I found her attractive. She smiled joyously the whole time as she gazed through the mirror into my eyes. "Oh thank you, Daddy!" she said, expressing crazy gratitude - gratitude! - to me for letting her jack me off. Her rhythmic arm motions made her pillowy tits bounce enticingly. 

It was that happy gratitude that I found most amazing - and most sexy. Despite her angelic young face and lovely blonde hair, despite her trim dancer's body and her breathtaking curves, Katie continued to think of herself as an ugly ducking. The amazing rack that had developed over the last year and a half was, to her, a curse that confirmed and accentuated what she thought of as her unworthiness and unattractiveness. When I told her I loved her, when I told her I desired her, when I got a hard-on in her presence, when I taught her to play with my cock - all these were gifts that, in her eyes, she didn't deserve. And so when I let her jack me off and when I sprayed cum on her big tits and in her face and into her mouth, she became ecstatic with gratitude. She actually THANKED me when I let her service me! She THANKED me when I let her suck me! She THANKED me when I covered her adoring, grateful face with my cum! Right now, she was ecstatically happy that I was letting her pump my rod! She was the most worshipful, most devoted little sex kitten daughter I could ever dream of. 

I brought my other hand up so that I could play with both her breasts at once. She began mewling with docile pleasure, squirming her shoulders like a kitten being rubbed. Watching myself snuggle up against her tight, round ass and fondle both her soft, bare tits as she smiled dreamily and jacked me off while dressed in a pornographic version of a satiny white wedding dress was incredibly erotic. "Will you marry me, milady?" I asked.

It was a joke of course, and Katie knew it but she beamed with delight anyway. "Of course I will, Daddy. You're the only man I've ever loved." She knelt on the ground beside me and I turned so that both of us were in profile before the mirror. 

She started sucking me. The sight of my beautiful blonde daughter dressed in a gorgeous yet slutty wedding gown on her knees in front of me was incredible. The mirror's image showed a profile of her big jugs accentuated by the effect of the corset, showcasing the amazing curves of her tiny teenage body. Topping it all off was the veil pinned to the back of her lovely hair, making her both virginal and unbearably, fuckably sexy at the same time.

"I don't have a normal wedding band for you to wear, darling," I said, continuing the metaphor of the "marriage", "but I see that your open mouth is forming a perfect ring for me." I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth as I said the words, "With this cock, I thee wed."

Katie took my rod out of her mouth briefly, and confirmed her commitment and submission: "To this cock I am wed." Then she went back to sucking.

"Do you promise to love, honor and obey your Daddy?" I asked as I gently pushed my cock down her throat.

"Gugg! Gugg! Obey!" she said between thrusts. Kneeling before me with her hands demurely behind her back she whimpered in joyous submission. I glanced at our reflection in the mirror and saw that the veil had slipped forward on the side facing the mirror. The image that I saw now was of my busty daughter in a white wedding dress, her head mostly obscured by a veil symbolizing her virginity and docility. The only part of her face that I could see beyond the veil was the very front - her nose, mouth and eyes in profile, bobbing forward over and over to accept my meat. With her hands clasped behind her, her big naked tits were thrust forward while her delectable round ass pushed out in back. The profile of her bare tits swung back and forth with the rhythm of her blowjob in an obscene contrast to the shimmering virginal white of her immaculate dress.

"I now pronounce us 'Daddy and Wife'," I said. With both hands I gripped the sides of my virgin daughter's head, pushed my shaft down her throat and held her there, her nose rubbing my crotch. She gagged for a few moments, and the effect of her throat constricting in waves on my cock felt as if she were massaging my dick with her throat muscles. When, a few moments later, I let go of her head she pulled it back and gasped.

"Daddy!" cried Katie. "My new husband!" She knelt upright and slipped my cock into the canyon between her big tits. Her cleavage was even greater than usual because of the effect of the torn corset pushing her breasts together. Looking adoringly into my eyes, Katie cupped her humongous breasts from below and pumped them up and down, giving me the most amazing tit fuck that I had ever imagined. I watched incredulously as, over and over, my hard cock disappeared from view in the soft valley between her oversized 32F melons. After a half a minute of bouncing her boobs up and down, she began to vary the pace, lifting one tit up while bringing the other down, creating a wave of sensations that I couldn't hold back.

"You need to slow down," I warned her. "I'll cum if you don't stop."

"Do it, Daddy! Cum! Cum on my big tits! Show me that you don't mind my huge jugs! Spray your cum on my boobs!"

"Fuck yeah!" I screamed. "Your tits! Your beautiful big tits! Your innocent face! Your slim little body! My eighteen year old bride! Take my cum!" 

I began shooting cum uncontrollably. The first ropes of sperm hit my gorgeous daughter-bride's lovely breasts, but then she grabbed my cock and aimed it at her own face, spraying her cheeks and mouth with white cream. "My husband! My Daddy!" she cried. A shot of my cum flew into her mouth. She swallowed my creamy love and then laughed happily. "Your delicious dick! I belong to my Daddeee!"

Katie fell backwards onto the floor and I got a look at her. Her hair was in disarray and her face and tits were covered with thick white baby juice. Her huge tits, still constrained by the bodice, stood up proudly despite the fact that she was lying on her back. I fell to my knees and began sucking and nibbling on her outstretched nipples. In response, Katie, stimulated as always to an incredible degree by any sensual touch to her breasts, began spasming in intense orgasm.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she moaned. "I've waited so long. Every night I call for your cock. I know you hear me, but you never fuck me. Put your long Daddy dick into your virgin daughter - your bride. Fuck me like you fucked my girlfriend! Make me pregnant just like her! Oh please fuck me, Daddy!"

I had to give her what she wanted. She needed Daddy dick, and I needed to give it to her.

I extended my hand. She took it and I pulled her to her feet. Then, wordlessly, I led her by the hand toward the bed.

I turned Katie away from me briefly, unzipped her gown and let it drop to the floor. Under the dress she was still wearing the matching corset which stopped just below her navel. The bustier's top buttons were gone, but the lower buttons were still intact, cinching in her waist and pushing her big round tits up and outward. I also discovered something new: she wore matching white stockings that connected with garter straps to the satiny corset. She wore no panties over her soft blonde muff.

Katie turned back around and I took in a small gasp of breath. I felt as if I had unwrapped a beautiful Christmas present only to discover even more beautiful wrapping underneath. The white silk stockings combined with the torn corset and her exposed boobs made my busty teenage treat look even more delicious. "Should I take the rest of the clothes off, too, Daddy?" Katie asked, wanting nothing but to please me as much as possible. Her hands came up to her breasts and she cupped them from below, presenting them to me.




Teaching Daughter Self Esteem Ch. 12



"No, sweetheart. The rest of the outfit was meant to be worn on the wedding night. Keep it on."

Katie lay down on the bed I usually shared with her mother. Looking at her, I could detect a stiffness in her posture. She was nervous, I guessed - afraid of losing her virginity despite her pleas for me to take her, and fearful that she would not be good enough in bed.

"Relax, darling," I said. "Let Daddy take care of you." 

I caressed her cheek, then moved down to her neck and soon I was bent over her, gently massaging her shoulders.

I saw her muscles lose a little of their tension. 

I spent the next half hour caressing and fondling her entire body. I massaged her arms. I kissed and sucked on her fingertips. I stroked the tight cinching on her bodice. I tickled her pubic hair just to tease her, then moved down to her thighs and even the tips of her feet. And through it all I bent forward at random intervals to kiss and suck on her delectable titties, sending shockwaves of lust through her body. 

At first, Katie responded by making quiet murmurs of appreciation. But within a few minutes, the murmurs became moans of approval. She squealed the first time I nibbled on her nipples while fingering the outside of her pussy lips. After that, her moans were accompanied by squirming, then thrashing. Her first orgasm came when I thrust my tongue into her belly button while simultaneously pumping my fingers in her vagina. After that, Katie came repeatedly as I played the instrument of her body. 

Through it all, Katie repeatedly whispered, moaned and finally screamed her favorite word in the universe - Daddy:

"Oh Daddy! Please Daddy! Love me Daddy! Kiss me Daddy! Marry me Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Put a baby in me Daddy!"

By this time, I had both my hands on my virgin daughter's breasts, kneading them and tweaking her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Still bent over her body as it lay on the bed, I continued to caress her big tits as I brought my cock to her mouth. The moment the head touched her lips, she opened up and accepted her Daddy's love. She was becoming so conditioned by her adoration of my cock that the combination of nipple play and the taste of my cockhead brought her to another orgasm. 

After a few moments of her moistening the tip of my cock with her lips, I withdrew from her soft, wet mouth. 

I knelt on the bed between her legs. "Now remember, the first time often hurts," I cautioned my daughter. "If you want me to pause or stop, just tell me."

"Please! Just put it in me!"

I entered her slowly, a centimeter at a time. Though thoroughly wet, her virgin pussy was still so unused to any penetration larger than a finger that she seemed impossibly tight. I gradually pushed farther, each thrust slightly deeper than the one before. The whole time I covered her cheeks and her lips with kisses, reassuring her of Daddy's love.

Katie wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in deeper. Her arms wrapped about my shoulders as if she were holding on for dear life. With each push, her fingernails dug deeper into my back. She was gasping with virginal pain, release and a desire for more.

Finally I was all the way in to the root. Katie could feel that I was in her all the way, and her gasps gave way to tears of release coupled with giggling. "Oh Daddy! At Last! At last you're inside me!" I began pumping faster and harder.

Katie was in ecstasy. "So full! I'm so full of Daddy cock!"

At this point I moved us to a position that I'd fantasized about since the moment, weeks ago, when our sexualized relationship first began. I sat up in my bed with my back against the headboard, and positioned Katie on my lap facing me. Katie lowered herself onto my cock and began rising and falling on my shaft.

At last I had my darling daughter where I had wanted her for so long: bouncing happily on my dick with her humongous tits in my face. "Suck my tits, Daddy!" she cried. "Keep sucking my tits! You're making me cum so much!" Finally being fucked after weeks of anticipation and longing combined with the stimulation of her ultra-sensitive boobs pushed Katie through the roof. Her round ass corkscrewed insanely on my rod while her hands clutched the back of my head and held my lips to her hard nipples. Jiggling soft tit flesh surrounded my lips and face.

My hands were guiding and encouraging her fantastic round ass to ride me up and down faster and faster. Not that she needed much encouragement - Katie's frantic need for my cock was matched only by the stamina and muscle control that years of dance lessons had given her. She was a natural dynamo in bed. "Fuck your virgin bride, Daddy!" she screamed. 

My fingers dug into her bubble butt and forced her to bounce on my dick faster and harder. In response, Katie sat up straight in my lap and raised her hands to the ceiling, wiggling her arms in counterpoint to her swiveling hips and making her big tits sway crazily in front of me. "Take my cock!" I ordered her, grabbing her ass and slamming her down on my dick. I emphasized my words with each hard thrust: "My! Cock! Owns! You!"

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed. "Only you! Only my Daddy will ever fuck me!"

When I came I felt as if a gigantic fireworks rocket was shooting off from my cock and straight into my daughter's womb. Katie felt it, too, and gave a high-pitched squeal of delight at feeling me climax inside of her. She threw herself forward, her tits mashing against my chest as she covered my face with kisses, murmuring semi-coherent grateful thanks to me the whole time.

The rest of that night was a gorgeous mixture of some of the most romantic moments of my life coupled with some of the most sexual. Katie spent the night in my bed for the first time since she was a toddler, curling up against me, whispering to herself and kissing my chest in her sleep. 

Once, around midnight or so, she scooted up in the bed towards the headboard and pushed one of her big tits into my mouth, insisting that I wrap my arms around her and suckle her breasts while she shivered and cooed through another of her breast-induced orgasms. 

A few hours later, sometime in the wee hours of the night, I awoke to find her upside down in the bed with her bare ass almost alongside my head while she dreamily sucked me. In response, I rested one hand on the top of her young head to encourage her sucking, while my other hand caressed her ass, then sought out her pussy and diddled her clit while she sucked. When I came in her mouth a few minutes later, I pulled her head down onto my cock to make sure she didn't miss a drop. "Such a good girl," I murmured as she drank her Daddy's seed. 

I called in sick to work for the next couple of days and contacted Katie's school to excuse her as well. With the house to ourselves while Elaine and Randi took care of my sister's and nephew's chickenpox, Katie and I managed to fuck in every room of the house. Yeah, I know what you're thinking: even the hallway? Who fucks in the hallway? And why would anyone fuck in the garage?

What happened was that Katie wanted me to carry her across the threshold as a symbol of her new wifely relationship with me. Unfortunately, we both recognized that I could not carry her through the front door for fear of making the neighbors ask questions. So instead we settled on a different interpretation of the old custom: she put her arms around my neck while I held her ass in my arms. I carried her in my arms while she impaled herself on my cock, and we fucked our way through every doorway in the house.

I was in paradise. Weeks earlier, I had fantasized about simultaneously carrying and fucking Katie in the middle of her dance studio, surrounded by her horny young classmates and the studio's practice room mirrors. A few days later I had the fantastic experience of meeting her classmate with the fiery red hair and screwing that little slut while standing up in our living room with three of Katie's classmates cheering us on. 

But this was different. Katie's petite yet voluptuous body was in a class of its own. More important, this beautiful sex bomb was my devoted daughter, a nubile blonde teenager who worshiped me and my cock and wanted nothing more than to love me and serve me sexually. As we fuck-walked from room to room in the house, Katie covered my cheeks with feathery kisses, cooing the whole time about how much she loved me and wanted to have my baby. "Are you going to fill me with baby juice, Daddy?" she asked me. "Are you going to pump my body with life-giving sperm and make me pregnant?" Then she wiggled her ass and twerked up and down in my arms, giggling and orgasming again and again.

She loved the feeling of being in my arms. Loved the fact that in one sense I was completely in control of her body, while at the same time she was free to hump me as much as she wanted, secure in the knowledge that her beloved Daddy was holding her above the ground. "Hold my ass, Daddy!" she giggled. "Hold my hot little ass while I ride you!"

Striding through the house with my baby daughter impaled on my cock was one of the best experiences of my life. Even though we were alone in the house, I felt as if I were putting us on display to the whole world. I knew that any man who saw me with this gorgeous little blonde with the innocent face and impossible curves would envy me. I loved the feeling of Katie's soft ass rising and falling on my cock over and over as she impaled herself on me.

The highlight came at the entrance to the living room. As we passed through the doorway, Katie reached up and took hold of the top of the door frame. With the added leverage of the door frame, she was able to plunge herself even harder and faster on my hard shaft. Pulling herself upward, she rose higher than ever on my cock, then pushed herself down with added force, squealing and laughing with each plunge. 

"To this cock I am wed!" she squealed. "To this cock I am wed!" Her lovely breasts bounced up and down in my face.

"My cock is for YOU!" I said, thrusting upward into her snatch. "My daughter! My bride!" 

Finally the sensations became too much. After one especially intense orgasm Katie stiffened, gasped and then went limp in my arms. Her hands remained entwined around my neck, but the strength of her hold loosened. With my cock still impaling her, I brought her dazed body to her bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.

Katie whimpered as I withdrew my cock. Half asleep, she moaned, "Noooo, Daddeee. . . . Please please suckee Daddeee?"

How could I refuse? I bent over her face on the bed and brought my cock to her lips. Though only barely conscious, she opened her mouth automatically and began to slurp and lick. Within moments I came, pumping a load into her thirsty mouth. She whimpered again, licked her lips and fell asleep.

Katie loved to fuck in Elaine's and my bedroom. For her, the emotional connection and smells of Daddy's room and Daddy's bed were overwhelmingly romantic. I, on the other hand, had a similar feeling about making love in my daughter's bedroom. Surrounded by her teenage possessions, I felt an intense closeness to my beautiful teenage daughter who was now my lover. 

But I have to admit that for sheer sexy fun, the living room was the best. On Wednesday, Katie and I settled in front of the TV for one of our Gilligan's Island evenings, and before the Skipper even had a chance to take off his sailor's cap and beat Gilligan over the head, Katie had already turned away from the TV and straddled me. She was dressed again in her white silk stockings and the white satiny wedding bodice whose torn front buttons displayed her oversized tits. Katie took my hardening cock in her small soft hands and began stroking me up and down. 

"Isn't Gilligan's Island fantastic?" she asked. In fact, I couldn't see the TV screen, since my field of view was entirely taken up by my daughter's tits bouncing in front of my face. The structure of the ripped bodice combined with her arms stretched inward and down toward my crotch meant that her large breasts were even more accentuated than normally. Despite being distracted away from the TV screen, though, I did appreciate the soothing, sexy voice of Ginger in the background as she discussed with Mary Ann the awful ramifications of this week's predicament, which apparently, like every event on Gilligan's Island, involved bamboo and coconuts. 

Before Gilligan even had a chance to break the Professor's latest invention, Katie braced her hands against the sofa back behind me, lifted herself up and slipped my rigid tool into her pussy. With a happy sigh she began riding me.

"Give me your tits," I said. "Let me suck your lovely big tits."

"Oh Daddy I love you so much!" she said as she fed her nipple into my hungry mouth.

A half hour later we had changed positions but were still fucking. By this time Katie was standing behind the sofa holding onto the back of the couch while I stood behind her pounding her like the world was ending and this was my last chance to get off. Because Katie is so short, we had taken the cushions off of the couch and laid them on the ground for her to stand on. The result was that the cushions not only raised her pussy to the right level, they also provided a springy surface that allowed her to bounce all the more as I gripped her hips and blasted her from behind. The bounciness of the cushions made me feel like my cock was on the best roller coaster ride in the world. The sensations of her tight pussy was driving me crazy with lust.

The second episode of Gilligan's Island was blathering in the background when the door opened. Elaine, followed by Randi, entered to the sight of her husband in profile fucking the shit out of her daughter, who was clad in white stockings and a slutty white corset that allowed her huge tits to bounce freely as she rocked on Daddy's rod.

Elaine, for her part, was dressed extremely sexily - clearly she was hoping to have a special night with me after having been away for three days. Above a short skirt, Elaine wore a halter top that was so loose it was easy to see her 36DD braless tits swaying beneath the thin fabric. Randi wore her usual gigantic grey coat even in relatively warm weather, but before she was all the way through the door and able to see what was going on in the living room, the coat was half off, revealing that Randi was wearing nothing underneath the shapeless bulk. 

Part of me was dismayed that Elaine had found us in this position after the talk we'd had about my not fucking our daughter. But I was in such a sexual frenzy that I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. 

"No!" cried Elaine. "You weren't supposed to fuck her!" She tried to take my arm, but my hands were practically welded to my gorgeous daughter's hips as I thrust over and over into her irresistible body.

Elaine moved closer, and now one hand was on my forearm while the other was on the other side of my torso on my side, trying to coax me away. "Please!" she said softly but urgently. "You promised!"

"I . . . can't stop," I gasped. "She needs it! I need it! . . . Her self esteem . . .!" my voice trailed off as I tried to articulate the lamest reason on earth for fucking my daughter in front of my wife.

"I'm his bride!" screamed Katie, gaily squirming and bouncing on her tiptoes as I pounded her. Katie was leaning forward just enough so that her luscious ass was the most important thing in the world. The feel of her soft butt against my crotch, accentuated by her exaggerated bouncing on the sofa cushions, was so intense that I had lost all control in fucking her. 

"Daddy married me! Right here in this house! He took my virginity right here and we've been fucking for three days and three nights!"

From behind, Elaine was leaning her entire body against me, molding her soft tits against my back. When Katie spoke I could feel a shiver of disappointment and even despair run through Elaine's body, yet even then I was powerless to stop fucking my beautiful slutty bride daughter. "Please," whimpered Elaine. Then even more weakly, she pleaded, "You promised." She brought her hands down to cover mine as I gripped Katie's beautiful hips, trying ineffectually to pull my hands away. 

While this was going on, Randi stood transfixed in the entranceway, her coat half removed. After a few seconds, she collected her wits and completed taking off the coat, dropping it on the floor. Nude, she circled around the couch in front of Katie. Cupping her hands on either side of Katie's face, Randi looked her girlfriend in the eyes and said, "This is so cool, Katie. I knew this would happen." She kissed Katie full on the mouth, thrusting her tongue in my daughter's mouth. "Your Dad is such a fucking stud!" Then she began kissing Katie some more.

Elaine was desperate to stop what was going on, yet nearly resigned to failure. She flung off her flimsy halter top and pulled down her little skirt, allowing it to fall to her feet. Naked now and clad only in a pair of high heels, she tried tempt me into pulling away from Katie, hugging me tightly from behind and whispering urgently, "Fuck ME! Fuck your wife!" Elaine's hands rose up and began to caress my chest from behind.

"I AM fucking my wife," I gasped. "I have two wives now - two wives and a concubine!" I slipped my hands upward along the smooth fabric of the white wedding corset that cinched Katie's already tight little waist, then cupped my daughter's huge tits. I was freshly amazed when as if it were the first time when her abundant tit flesh overflowed my hands and jiggled crazily with each hard thrust of my cock. 

Then I felt Randi's hands join mine in caressing and mashing my daughter's tits. Randi lifted her head up from kissing my daughter and thrust herself forward, pushing her tits into my daughter's mouth.

Randi's eyes met mine. She smiled as we gazed at each other over the bouncing and thrashing corset-clad back of my daughter. Randi licked her lips in a signal of pure lust. The two of us, Randi and I, were joined at either end of my daughter, kissing and fondling and fucking her at both ends.

Elaine's hands drifted back down to Katie's hips, and the result was that Elaine was now effectively holding my body tightly against my daughter's, pumping her own pelvis in synch with mine while I rammed our daughter over and over. Elaine sobbed with resignation as she joined the daisy chain fucking my daughter. "A harem!" she sobbed in defeat. "We're your harem!"

With those words I lost what little control I had left. Everything I wanted was here with me at that moment: my big titty, innocent daughter-bride, my busty, horny wife, and my pregnant Asian sex doll mistress. I thrust my pelvis as hard as I could and my cock began shooting out what seemed like a gallon of cum into my fertile blonde daughter. 

"Yes!" screamed Katie. "Daddy I can feel you cumming inside me! Fill me with your cum! I belong to you! We all belong to you!"

"My harem!" I screamed, pumping more cum into my daughter. At that moment I could feel all three of them. Randi looking into my eyes and caressing my hands as I mashed Katie's big tits. Elaine hugging me from behind and humping frantically as she joined me in fucking our daughter. And Katie - most of all tight little Katie, the most voluptuous daughter I could imagine - dressed in a slutty torn white wedding corset and white silk stockings, with her huge tits swinging wildly, bouncing in and out on my cock, fucking me frantically and screaming out her devotion to me.

They were all mine. My girls. Mine to love. Mine to fuck. Mine to impregnate. Mine to own. My harem.