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Fucking Amanda Ch. 01

By: SarahJayne55



I was sat watching rubbish on the TV, just passing time until I was ready for bed, when the doorbell rang. I glanced quickly at my watch, who would be calling at just after 11pm on a Friday night?

I got up and walked to the door, opening it to find my daughter being held up by two of her friends.

"What's happened?" I snapped at them as I stepped forward and scooped my daughter up into my arms. They both tried to reply at the same time, making no sense whatsoever. I nodded for them to follow me into the house as I walked back to the living room.

I laid my daughter on the sofa and quickly checked her for injuries. Finding none I turned back to her friends. 

"What happened?" I repeated myself. Again they both started talking together. I held up my hands to silence them, and then nodded to the girl on the right.

"You, Helen is it? You tell me what happened," Helen quickly explained that they had been in a local pub having a drink before they went on to a night club, and had all gone to the toilets together. When they returned they had picked up their bottles and carried on drinking. Shortly after my daughter had appeared completely drunk and was incapable of standing up on her own so they had got a taxi and brought her home. 

The obvious conclusion was that her drink had been spiked while she was at the toilet. I thanked the girls and asked them what they were going to do now. The other girl, Susan, said they had asked the taxi to wait, and were going back into town, as long as Amanda was ok.

I assured the girls that she would be alright now, then took some money from my wallet and gave it to the girls.

"That should be enough to cover the taxi fare, use the rest to get your selves a drink as a thank you from me." I brushed aside their thanks and walked them to the front door, waited until they had got in the taxi, then went back to check on my daughter.

I looked at her lying asleep on the sofa. She was the spitting image of her mother at that age. Masses of blond hair surrounded a heart-shaped face. Her 34DD breasts were pushing up at the fabric that barely enclosed them. Her narrow waist was bare, above an ultra short denim skirt. Her legs must have moved since I laid her down, and now I could see her lace panties quite clearly. I turned my eyes away; this was my 21 year old daughter for god's sake, not her mother who had died three years ago.

My wife had been killed 3 years ago by a hit and run driver who had never been found. Since then Amanda and myself had become even closer than we were before. She started coming into my bedroom on weekend mornings and lying on top of the covers in her little baby-doll so we could have a cuddle, and often a cry, whilst we talked about her mother.

This had been going on for a few weeks before I noticed that I could see her reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe that stood to the side of the bed. Her perfectly round, taut, bottom was totally exposed except for a tiny thong, she even had a mole in the same place as her mother had.

My erection was immediate and intense, and I was glad that I was under the covers and she was on top. I quickly made excuses about having somewhere to go and got her out of my bedroom. I went straight to the shower to try and cool down, but still ended up wanking, with the image of that perfect bottom fresh in my mind.

I tried telling myself that it was because she looked so much like her mother, and it may have been partly true, but it was still my daughter I was wanking over.

I picked Amanda up from the sofa and carried her up to her room, there; I laid her on her bed.. I wondered whether I should remove her clothes, and decided it would be for the best. 

I leaned over her and started unbuttoning her crop-top, and soon discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The sight of her stiff pink nipples straining upwards gave me an instant erection. I stood like that for several minutes, just staring. Her breasts, though big, were firm and had hardly moved to the side, even though she was lying on her back. 

Without thinking my hand moved forward and cupped her nearest breast, my palm rolling the nipple around as I gently squeezed the warm flesh. Amanda turned her head away from me in her drug induced sleep, and my heart nearly exploded out of my chest as I thought she was waking up, but my hand hadn't left her breast.

I forced myself to remove my hand, reminding myself that this was my daughter, not my wife. I rolled Amanda onto her side so that I could slide her top down one arm. I also unzipped her denim skirt that fastened at the back. Laying her on her back again I pulled her top from under her body and down her other arm.

Again my hand moved to her breast, but this time I dipped my head and took her other nipple into my pursed lips, using my tongue to flick it. I paused as I heard Amanda moan, but soon carried on as she showed no other signs of waking. I felt her nipples expand as I carried on massaging them.

Eventually I lifted away from her as my conscience kicked in once again. Stop it I told myself, just finish undressing her and get back downstairs. 

I moved down the bed and started easing her skirt down over her hips, my hands sliding down the silky softness of her thighs. My erection was now threatening to explode, and probably shoot holes in the walls.

Eventually her skirt slipped off her feet and I looked at her lying there in just her lace thong, the thin strip of blond pubes visible under them. She really would be more comfortable if I took them off I lied too myself, and proceeded to do just that before my conscience caught up.

I looked at her, her legs parted, exposing her cunt lips, and lifted her panties to my nose. God her pussy smelt gorgeous, and I wondered what it tasted like? 

I knelt on the bed and moved her legs further apart to allow me easier access to her cunt. Moving so I was kneeling between her legs I leaned forward until my nose was nearly touching her pussy. I could smell the hot, muskiness of it. Instinctively my tongue reached out to touch her lips, parting them, and sliding into her moist tunnel. 

Again, Amanda moaned and moved slightly, actually resting in a slightly better position for me to keep licking her. So I did. After probing her deeply I moved up and started flicking my tongue around her clit, teasing it, before pushing my tongue deep inside her again.

My hands moved down to my waistband and began to undo my fly, I swear I only intended to wank myself off. I hadn't had sex with another person since my wife had died, just wanking myself off in the shower when the pressure got too much. When she was alive we had sex at least once a day, usually more, and I was missing it. Now here I was kneeling between the legs of what could have been her clone.

Unable to stop myself I lifted my head and snaked forward until my 8 inch cock was just pressing against her cunt lips. I paused; this was the moment that could change my life in all sorts of ways.

If Amanda remembered any of this in the morning, we could pass it off as the drug fogging her memory of me putting her to bed, maybe. If she didn't remember anything, then no harm done, apart to me psychologically. But if I went ahead and raped my unconscious daughter...? Even as I was thinking this my hips moved forward and my cock slid into my daughters soaking pussy, all the way in.

I pulled back, and then eased forward again. That's when three years of celibacy kicked in, and I started cumming, streams of hot semen shooting out of my cock and plastering Amanda's cunt. 

That was when Amanda's legs went round me, locking me into her cunt, and her head turned to look at me, eyes wide open…

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE  

Fucking Amanda Ch. 02



It would be better if you read chapter one before reading this chapter, it will probably make more sense that way. For those of you who left comments, good or bad, on the previous chapter I thank you. Any feedback is always helpful in understanding the needs of the readers.



I immediately tried to pull away but her legs clamped me in place. I stopped moving and hoped she would slip under the influence again, giving me the chance to escape.

"What are you doing to me daddy"? She asked in a little girl voice. My dick shrunk, and tried to crawl inside my body, and I wished I could do the same.

"I'm... Er... I... oh shit I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me" I stammered as I pulled back from her. She opened her legs to release me, and as my flaccid dick slipped out of her it slapped moistly against my balls, making my disgrace seem even worse.

"I think you'd better go now daddy, we'll talk about this in the morning", she said.

I quickly scrambled off the bed and tried to put my cock back in my pants whilst hurrying from the room. I went downstairs and sat in front of the TV again, wishing I'd never moved from here and that my daughter was still out with friends.

I sat there until 4am, my mind in turmoil. What was going to happen in the morning? Would she want the police, would she go to her best friends and tell them what had happened? Whatever she did I figured my life was going in for a big change. Suicide kept crossing my mind, but I kept pushing it back, at least for now.

I got up, turned the TV off and slowly made my way to my bedroom. Undressing, I slipped into bed and lay there in the dark, my thoughts going over what had happened earlier. My treacherous penis came straight out of hiding and started making a tent of the covers. My hand moved down and started stroking it. As I thought about slipping into my daughter's cunt earlier, I came again, but was asleep within seconds.

I awoke abruptly as the duvet was pulled completely off the bed, and I looked up to see Amanda standing at the bottom of the bed still holding the duvet. The events of the previous night came flooding back and I could feel a blush covering my entire body.

My mouth opened and closed several times as I tried to think of something to say, Amanda just stood there watching me with an inscrutable look on her face.

"I think we need to watch this," she said, and turned to walk over to the TV and video set up on the dressing table. As she bent to insert a tape into the machine, her short dressing gown rode up, exposing her bare ass cheeks. My dick, which has always had a brain of its own, began to stiffen.

"Enjoying the view daddy?" she asked as she stood up and walked to the bed, the remote in her hand. She climbed onto the bed in her usual position, except this time I was uncovered in every sense of the word. I said nothing as my brain span around trying to work out what was going on.

Amanda pointed the remote and pressed a button. The TV screen stayed grey for a few seconds then showed Amanda's bedroom. Nothing happened at first, then the bedroom door opened and I walked in carrying Amanda. We lay there in silence as the events of last night were re-enacted. My cock, the perpetual traitor, was rock hard, and I had no way of covering it.

As the tape was nearing its end, with me stumbling from the room in disgrace, I looked over at my daughter. Her eyes kept flicking from the screen to my erection and her tongue kept popping out to lick her lips. Eventually she spoke.

"Right daddy, here's how it is. If I take that tape to the police you will be in jail before your feet can touch the ground. Your life will be in ruins, shunned by all your friends and work colleagues. I don't think you would like that, would you?" I briefly shook my head, not daring to speak. My mouth felt drier than the Sahara, even my dick was softening as I thought about what she had said.

"Or, there's plan B," she continued, " you become my sex slave, doing what ever I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it." She stared at me, waiting for my response. To help me make my mind up her hand slipped across my belly and grasped my cock, slowly moving up and down. I reached down and removed her hand.

"Stop it," I said in a stern voice, "this can't happen again! What I did last night was wrong, terribly wrong, and I can't ever apologise enough. But it can't happen again, ever. Do you understand that?"

"It's you that doesn't understand Daddy; I planned last night, from the clothes I was wearing, getting my friends involved, to putting the camcorder in such a place that it could be turned on from outside the house by remote. I've wanted this since I was 16 and accidentally saw you and Mom fucking in your room."

"What? When did that happen? We were always so careful when you were in the house." I replied.

"I'd been out to see friends, but decided to come home early. When I got here there was nobody about so I started to go to my room and I heard sounds from your room. The door was open and as I looked in I could see you both in the mirror on the wardrobe. You were stood up, naked, with your dick sticking out in front, and Mom was sat on the edge of the bed, also naked. I was about to move away, when Mom leant forward and put your cock in her mouth. She only got about 6 inches of it in and I could hear her making gagging noises as she tried to force the rest in."

I remembered talking in bed to my wife in bed once, and her saying that it was her ambition to one day to take my 8 inches in her mouth and lick my balls at the same time. She had never accomplished it, but it had been fun trying.

"After a while," Amanda continued, "Mom released your dick and lay back on the bed, moving round slightly to get comfortable. It also meant that I could now see right between her legs to her shaven cunt, the lips parted slightly in anticipation. You moved between her legs and slipped your cock in and began fucking her. My white jeans were dark down to my knees with my juices so I slipped a hand down the waistband and began to finger myself. Within seconds I had my first orgasm, watching you fuck my mother."

"Jesus! I had no idea you were there" was my lame response. Whilst she had been talking her hand had strayed to my cock again, and this time I hadn't removed it. Her hand had been working its magic and I starting to near the edge, and informed Amanda so she could stop. 

Her response was to lean over me and take my penis into her mouth. At first she just had the tip in, and then slowly slid down until she had swallowed the whole thing. Her tongue eased out between her bottom lip and my cock and began to lick my testicle. I couldn't hold back and my sperm exploded into her throat. She quickly pulled her head up and my second, and subsequent, spurts emptied into her mouth.

She kept sucking on my dick until she had got every drop, then sat up and opened her mouth to show me a puddle of cum on her tongue. Then, making a show of it, she swallowed it down.

"Mmmmm, very salty, just like Mom said it was."

"What the fuck! What do you mean 'just like Mom said'," I shouted. I sat up so quickly that I nearly pushed Amanda off the bed. "You can't mean that your mother talked about our sex lives with you? For god's sake, you were just a kid."

"Calm down, you know how close Mom and I were. We talked about everything. Although we didn't talk about your sex life until after that day I saw the pair of you doing it. It turned out that Mom had seen me at the door and had positioned herself so I could see better."

The look of disbelief must have been plain to see on my face, because she continued.

"If Mom hadn't died then my 18th birthday celebration would have been a 3-sum with the pair of you. We had been playing for about a year before she died. She was teaching me how to take a hard, thick cock in every hole, sometimes all holes at once. That was some collection of sex toys she owned, and she let me try them all."

"Yes it was," I replied, "I threw them all out afterwards."

"I know, I checked the garbage every day, and managed to retrieve them. They have been keeping me satisfied until I could think of a way to seduce you."

Her hand was stroking my cock again and now slipped down until she could slip a finger into the crack of my arse. She found a spot between my scrotum and my arsehole and began to rub in a circular motion. It was a trick her mother had used when she wanted to get me hard again, and it worked this time. She stopped stroking and removed her hand. She sat up and slid her leg over me until she was astride me, her wet cunt pressing my erection against my belly. Raising herself up she reached between her legs and guided my cock to her pussy lips, rubbing the head against them until they parted.

Still holding the shaft, she lowered her body and started swallowing my cock with her pussy, taking it all until her cunt-lips were trapped between our bodies. She slowly started gyrating her hips, her tits jiggling sexily. I reached up and squeezed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them and pulling them, the rest of my fingers digging firmly into the tender flesh.

I began a slow thrusting with my hips to match with Amanda's gyrations, causing a few low moans from her. She changed her movements, lifting upwards until only the tip of my dick was in her cunt, then slamming down, taking it all in again. 

It was like a slow hand-clap as our bodies slapped together, the pace getting faster. Amanda sat upright, her head thrown back, breasts pushed forward, as her body began to tremble. As her orgasm started to flow through her, I thrust faster and harder. I shot another load of thick spunk into her cunt as Amanda gave a shout of joy and collapsed onto my chest, trembling.

"Should I take that as your way of agreeing to plan B then, Daddy?" 

I answered by giving her a kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth for the first time, but not the last.

THE END (for now)



Fucking Amanda Ch. 03



It would be better if you read chapters one and two before reading this chapter; it will probably make more sense that way. For those of you who left comments, good or bad, on the previous chapters, I thank you. Any feedback is always helpful in understanding the needs of the readers.

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After we kissed Amanda pulled away and started to get off the bed.

"Right daddy, get into the shower and I'll go and get breakfast started. Then we can discus the new rules, the first of which is that no clothes are allowed to be worn in the house unless we have guests."

"Your joking, right?" I replied, "I'm not walking round naked."

"Why not, what am I going to see that I can't see right now?" she said with a smile. With that she turned and left my bedroom whilst I lay on the bed pondering what was happening to my life. No matter what the last 12 hours may say about me, I was slightly prudish when it came to nudism

I got up and went for a shower, taking my time and letting the hot water play over me. Eventually I got out and dried off, then went into the bedroom. Out of habit I went to the chest of drawers where I kept my underwear before remembering Amanda's rules, instead I just put my slippers on and headed downstairs.

"There you are, I was just about to shout you," she said to me as I entered. I paused to look at her standing by the table, frying pan in one hand, a skillet in the other, and wearing an apron that covered her from neck to mid thigh.

"What happened to the no clothes rule?" I asked

"It was necessary, the bacon was spitting at me and I didn't want to be covered in burns," she explained.

"It would have given me an excuse to cover you in tender kisses, just like I used to kiss you better when you were a little girl."

"Mmmm you still can, but let's eat first."

As I sat down in my usual seat Amanda put the pan back on the cooker and removed the apron, then came and sat opposite me. I stared unashamedly at her jiggling breasts, getting a semi hard-on, hidden under the table.

When she was seated her foot came up and rubbed against my cock.

"Enjoying the view daddy, your cock certainly is?" she asked. 

"Who wouldn't?" I answered. "But let's eat breakfast and then you can tell me the rest of these rules you've made up.

We just made our usual small talk until we had finished and put the dishes into the sink. Amanda took my hand and led me into the living room. Pushing me onto the sofa, she sat on my lap facing me, my cock pressing against her cunt.

"There will be time for that later," she said, wriggling her pussy against my stiff dick, "but first we need to sort out the rules. The first one you already know, and seem to be enjoying," she said with a smile.

I had to admit that I was, my earlier prudishness rapidly disappearing. I just wished I had had this freedom when my wife was alive.

"Second rule; I sleep in your bed with you from now on, do you have any problems with that?" I shook my head in agreement. "Third rule; I'm in charge of everything except the money, you still look after that, ok?" Again I signalled consent. "Fourth rule; we don't sleep with any one else without consent."

She gave me a funny look as she told me this last rule. Personally I couldn't envisage wanting any one else. I asked her what prompted the last rule.

"Well, there's one thing we have to do that I don't really want to do, but I can't see any way out of it." She replied, sadly. "My friends are insisting that you have sex with them, tonight..."

"Why would they want to do that? Jesus, it's bad enough that I'm screwing my own daughter, but now you're pimping me out to all your friends too."

"Calm down daddy, it wasn't my idea. They are blackmailing me like I blackmailed you." Tears were forming in her eyes, and I instinctively held her to me, her breasts pressing into my chest.

"Ok, ok, just tell me what happened, and we'll see what we can do." I told her.

"Well, it started a few weeks ago; I was in bed with Susan and Helen..." She paused as she saw the look on my face. "I told you mom and I played a bit, well I enjoyed it. Helen and Susan are both bisexual so we started having all girl 3-sums. Anyway, one night we were in bed and Susan was sucking my nipples whilst Helen was using a dildo in my pussy. I was just beginning to orgasm when I said that I wished it was your dick in me instead of a piece of plastic." She reached between her legs and stroked my cock. 

"They both stopped what they were doing and asked me what I meant. So I explained about how I saw you and mom fucking, and how I'd got so excited. That's when they came up with the plan to seduce you."

"So it was your friends that planned it, and now they want some of the action?" I asked. "How do they know it worked?" She had the good grace to look sheepish as she answered.

"Well I was so happy after you put your cock in me and I knew I was going to get it a lot more, that I sent them a text. When I got up this morning there was a text waiting for me, it said that they would be over at eight tonight, and they were expecting to be entertained."

Whilst I sat in thought, Amanda raised herself up and guided my cock into her pussy. We sat there like that, not moving, for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, but I can't see any way of getting out of it tonight. But I have an idea to make sure it won't happen again." I told her.

"What is it, your not going to kill them are you?" she looked horrified as she asked me.

"Nothing so melodramatic," I assured her, "but I can't say anything yet until I check some things out."

With nothing more to say, I rolled her onto the sofa, my cock still buried in her pussy, and began to slowly fuck her.

"Wait, I'm in charge remember?" she said as she pushed me back far enough so my penis fell out of her cunt. She then raised her knees up to her chest and, reaching down, grabbed my cock. This time she guided it until the tip was against her asshole. "Fuck me there daddy, fuck me hard."

I tilted my head forward and aimed some spit at the head of my dick, scoring a bull's-eye. Suitably lubricated I did as my daughter commanded, slowly pushing forward, feeling her asshole open up to receive my manhood.

When I had got the head in, I paused and looked at Amanda to make sure she wasn't in to much pain.

"Its ok daddy, mom prepared me well, now fuck me."

I pushed forward until I was buried in my daughters arse, then I pulled back slightly before thrusting into her hard. I started pulling back until only the tip was still in her then thrusting forward as hard as I could. Amanda's left hand went to a nipple, squeezing and rolling it, and her right hand snaked across her belly until it was in position to rub her clitoris.

I looked at my daughter as I fucked her, her face screwed up in pleasure, her breasts dancing as I thrust into her. Even her fuck-face was the same as her mother's; it was like going back in time. 

"Harder daddy, fuck me harder I'm cumming!" Amanda commanded me.

"Yes Mistress, anything you desire," I answered, speeding up my thrusts, the head of my dick prodding into her guts. Her cunt juices were flooding out of her and running down to lubricate my cock. Soon she gave a loud moan, and I could see the skin on her belly tremble as her orgasm exploded through her. Within seconds I came as well.

I pulled out of her, and while she still had her legs drawn up I went down on her. I started licking around the outside of her cunt, lapping up her spent juices, and then gradually got nearer to her pussy. My tongue parted her lips then dove deeply into that wet tunnel, lapping at her juices like a cat. I moved downwards and let my tongue circle her asshole, tasting a little of my semen that had leaked out.

I moved my mouth back up to her pussy and found her clitoris. I took it between my lips and started flicking it with my tongue. At the same time I inserted my middle finger into her ass and started frigging it. She started bouncing up and down on the bed, causing my head to jerk as I ate her out.

"Oh fuck yes, oh Jesus don't stop, yes, yes,yes..." she cried, before flopping exhausted onto the sofa. I crawled forward, kissing my way across her belly and tits, before reaching her mouth. As we kissed I put my tongue in her mouth, letting her taste her own cum juices.

"Is mistress happy with her slaves performance?" I asked as we broke the kiss.

"Mistress is more than happy with her slave, but be warned; you have a lot to live up to now. Any disappointments will not be tolerated."

We both headed upstairs to get a shower after Amanda informed me that my cock would not be going in any of her holes until it had had a good wash. She didn't mind her arse being fucked, but a thorough wash was mandatory afterwards.

As I relaxed under the shower I pondered tonight's dilemma. Whilst the dirty old man part of my brain was looking forward to having sex with three 21 year old girls, the rest of me was thinking of how much trouble it could get me into. At the moment all Helen and Susan had was a text from my daughter, but after they came round tonight they would have all the proof a court could ever ask for.

I left the shower, got dried, and then got dressed. Going downstairs I found Amanda dressed as well.

"What happened to my no clothes rule?" she inquired.

"I could ask you the same question. I'm going out, I have to nip to work and see if my boss is in." I replied.

"Oh right, my excuse is I've got to go and see my friends, they sent me a text when I was upstairs"

"Being blackmailed isn't all fun, is it? Still, we might have an answer by the time I get back. But it won't be enough to stop tonight, only to stop it in the future. That's all I'm saying for now, so just wish me luck."

We left the house and went our separate ways, me in my Mercedes, Amanda in her convertible mini that I had bought her for her 21st birthday.

I got back about three hours later feeling pleased with my self. I had set in motion something that would not only stop Amanda's friends from blackmailing us, but would make it easier for us too.

As I went into the house I noticed Amanda's car was still missing and wondered how she was dealing with her friends. Arriving at my bedroom I stripped off, turned the TV on then lay on my bed to wait. I flicked through the sports channels for an hour before I heard the front door open and close. I walked out onto the landing as Amanda came up the stairs.

"Oh daddy," she cried as she threw herself against me, tears running down her face, "it's much worse than I thought. It's not just a one off tonight, they want to make it a regular thing, using both of us when ever they want."

"Oh shit, I sighed, "still, it might not last long if things work out."

"What have you got planned daddy?" she asked hopefully.

"I'll tell you later, lets get you cleaned up first," I answered as I guided her to her bedroom. Once there I started undressing her, savouring each piece of her body as I uncovered it. When she was naked I stood behind her with my arms around her waist, nuzzling on her neck, my hard dick against her back. She moved slightly and put my cock between her legs.

"Look daddy," she said indicating the mirror in front of her. My cock was protruding between her legs, and it looked like my little girl had grown a penis, albeit a small one.

"You don't need one darling, you can have mine anytime you want." I told her. She began making fucking motions, her hips moving back and forth.

"Yes, but I can't help wondering what it would feel like, fucking somebody instead of them fucking me. I've used strap-ons with my friends, but it's not the same, is it?"

My knowledge of using a strap-on was non-existent so I said nothing. I guided her to my bedroom, our bedroom now, and got on the bed. 

"I didn't get much sleep last night, so I'm going to have a nap, I suggest you do the same." She lay on her side and cuddled into me, her leg over mine and her hand on my cock.

THE END (until the next chapter)



Fucking Amanda Ch. 04



It would be better if you read chapters one, two and three before reading this chapter; it will probably make more sense that way. For those of you who left comments, good or bad, on the previous chapters, I thank you. Any feedback is always helpful in understanding the needs of the readers.

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I woke up two hours later feeling refreshed and ready for this evenings activities. Amanda was still cuddled up against me, her hand still gripping my cock, and I lay there enjoying the feeling. So much had happened in such a short time, 24 hours ago I had been an average loving father, making sure no deadbeat boyfriends got to near my daughter. Now, I had fucked her in every orifice and was going to do the same to two of her friends.

I gently shook Amanda until she stirred.

"Mmm, leave me alone, I'm having a lovely dream that I'm holding my daddy's cock," she said as she squeezed my dick, "oh goodie, it's not a dream." She moved and slipped her mouth over where her hand had just been. I lay there watching her head bob up and down, enjoying the sensation.

"C'mon baby, we have to get ready for your friends, remember?" I said. Her head continued moving on my prick for a few seconds before she sat up.

"I wish they weren't, I want you all to my self, I don't think I'll ever have enough of you fucking all my holes, making me scream as I orgasm."

"Stop worrying, if my plan works out they will never bother us again," I told her. 

"So what is this plan then Mr Clever clogs? C'mon, tell me all about it," she pleaded.

"When your friends leave I will tell you everything, but not a word until then," was my blunt answer. She kept pestering for me to tell her, and didn't shut up until I pushed her onto her back and sat astride her belly, my cock falling between her breasts. She reached up and pushed her breasts together, trapping my penis. 

"So you want a tit-wank do you? Well not until you spill the beans." I managed to pull free, with great reluctance, and got off the bed.

"Later on I'm going to take you up on that offer, but not now honey, we've got things to do." I walked over and picked my robe off the hook behind the door, and told Amanda to go and get hers also, then headed downstairs. 

When we were sat at the table in the dining room, eating sandwiches, I explained to Amanda that the robes were for when her friends arrived. I didn't think greeting them naked was a good idea, the cameras in mobile phones were too good these days, and I didn't want to give them any more evidence than they already had. I also told her to make sure that any recording devices were left downstairs, search their purses if she had to, and if they refused then they could go home.

We sat there talking quietly until we heard a knock at the front door. I stayed where I was and let Amanda go to answer it. I listened as she opened the door and ushered her friends in. I heard them talk for a while, sometimes arguing, then the sound of several things being put on the coffee table. As I heard shoes clattering across the floor towards the stairs, Amanda popped her head into the dining room.

"We're all going to my room to get ready, they want you to come up in exactly 15 minutes, no sooner, no later," she said with a sad look on her face, "they want to warm up before you start."

I nodded my acceptance and looked at my watch. The next quarter of an hour seemed to last an eternity. Eventually I got to my feet and started towards my baby's bedroom.

At any other time the thought of fucking three 21 year old good looking women would have been high up on my list of fantasies. But now I was worried about the thought of further blackmail, what my daughter was doing to me was acceptable, even pleasurable, but what would Helen and Susan want from me? I knocked on the bedroom door and heard a muffled voice tell me to come in. 

I opened the door and stood in the thresh-hold, watching as Helen walked toward me. She was very similar to Amanda in looks and height; her tits were the same size but not as firm and bounced wildly as she strode toward me wearing only her stiletto shoes. 

"Come in and join the party," she said in a husky voice, "I think everyone is warmed up and ready." As she reached me she opened my robe and grabbed my hardening cock. Walking backward, she pulled me into the room by my dick, and then she took my robe off. I looked over at the bed and saw my daughters peachy arse stuck up in the air, her pussy peeking out between her parted thighs. Moving slightly I could see her face buried in Susan's groin. 

"Right girls, break it up, the main act is here," Helen commanded, "lets get the show started." As the two girls got off the bed Helen pushed me onto it, on my back. She climbed onto the bed herself, and straddled my waist. Reaching between her legs she grabbed my cock and guided it into her sopping cunt, sliding down until I was completely immersed.

She began to gyrate her hips, and I lay there watching her breasts swaying as I enjoyed the sensation of her soaking pussy sliding around on my hard dick. Amanda got onto the bed and lent forward and caught hold of Helen's breast and began sucking her nipple. Then Susan got onto the other side of the bed and did the same.

After a while Amanda got off the bed and then came back carrying a vibrator and a tube of lube, and went to the bottom of the bed. I gave a cry of surprise, and thrust upwards off the bed, as the vibrator at full revs was pushed against my scrotum.

Helen looked over her shoulder to see what had caused my reaction, and then leant forward to allow Amanda easier access to her arse. After a few seconds I felt the vibrator slowly entering Helens arsehole, the vibrations clearly felt by my dick through the walls of her vagina. I began slowly thrusting my cock into Helen as she arched her back, her tits pushed forward, as her orgasm started.

"Oh god yes... oh god....fuck me yes...oh yeeeeeessss!!" she cried as she collapsed on my chest. I felt hot liquid oozing over my crotch and down the crack of my arse and at first I thought she had released her bladder over me. Then I realized that it was Helen's cum, she was a gusher.

Helen moved off my erection and moved to lie on the bed next to me. She still had the vibe in her arse, and moved a hand down to play with her cunt. I could see her fingers moving lazily between her thighs.

Then Susan moved to straddle my waist, her back towards me, and then lay forward so I could see her pussy and arsehole. Amanda moved onto the bed, another vibrator in her hand. Reaching forward, she parted Susan's cunt-lips and inserted the vibrator until nothing showed. I was impressed, that was a deep pussy. Next Amanda smeared lube over Susan's arsehole, as well as sliding two fingers into it and frigging it for a few seconds.

When Amanda had finished, Susan raised herself and moved down the bed until she was in position. Reaching behind herself she found my prick and eased the tip into her arsehole. She sat like that for a second, before slamming her butt hard against my pelvis as she took my dick completely inside her.

She kept up a steady rhythm as she rode my erection, her arse slapping my pelvis sounding like a slow hand-clap. Susan put her hand down between her legs and cupped my balls, gently massaging them.

After a few minute Susan came as vocally as Helen had earlier, but without the flood of juices. After resting for a couple of seconds she raised herself enough for my dick to slip out of her arse, then laid on the bed on the opposite side of me to Helen.

As I lay there wondering if I had done enough to send them home happy, Amanda climbed onto the bed and walked up until she was stood with a foot on either side of my head. I looked up and saw the moisture on her pussy lips; my little girl had been excited watching her daddy satisfy her friends.

She sank down until she was sat on my face, my nose pressing against her arsehole and my mouth against her pussy. My tongue slid out and began lapping at her juices and flicking over her clit. I felt her lean forward and then her mouth eased its way down my shaft.

After the previous pleasures I was ready to explode, and my hips began to thrust up and down as I face fucked my daughter. Unable to hold back any longer I shot my load into her mouth. She quickly got off me and I thought I had done something wrong. 

I watched as she leant over Helen and let some of my spunk slide out of her mouth and into Helens waiting one. Then she leant over Susan and did the same. Then both girls sat up and began taking turns kissing my daughter, their tongues seeking any sperm left in Amanda's mouth.

I got off the bed and sat in a chair to one side, watching as the girls continued kissing. Slowly they sank back onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Gradually they rearranged themselves into a three-way 69, each girl with her head between the thighs of another girl.

The flaccid penis I had been stroking was quickly turning into a raging hard-on, and I was wishing I was back in the thick of the action. It didn't matter that earlier I was dreading this encounter, now I wanted to fuck them all, and often.

I got up and walked over to the bed to get a better look. Susan's butt was the nearest to me and I could just see the vibrator sticking out of her arse, barely visible above Helen's head. I reached down and pushed the vibe fully back into her and then knelt on the bed. I eased my dick down the crack of her arse until the head was resting between Susan's pussy lips and Helen's hungry tongue.

"Ready for round two are you big boy?" asked Helen as she moved away, disentangling herself from the bodies on the bed. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her round, firm butt pointing toward me, the vibrator still purring in her pussy. Her hand came between her legs and held the vibe, slowly easing it out. 

Susan got off the bed and came to stand behind me, her arms around my waist and holding my cock. With her breasts pressing into my back she walked me forward until my dick was sliding into Helen's pussy. Susan dropped to her knees behind me and began kissing my butt cheeks before sliding her tongue along my crack. Using her hands to part my cheeks she began to lick my arsehole, her tongue probing at the hole.

Amanda got up and stood astride Helens hips and I leant forward to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking it and flicking it around with my tongue. My hands went around her to clutch her bottom, kneading the firm skin. 

Helen had started thrusting back hard, riding my erection, forcing me backwards onto Susan's tongue. I moved a hand round and began fingering my daughter's cunt as I sucked her nipple.

Soon Amanda was cuming, and so was I. As her hips were jerking on my fingers, my hips were thrusting into Helen's cunt. Susan had stopped licking my arse and now had a finger inserted into me instead.

With a collective moan three of us all came at the same time. Helen's legs clamped shut trapping me inside her as I shot my load deep inside her, and Amanda's legs buckled and she sat down on Helen's hips, trapping my hand between them. Gradually we all separated, Amanda and Helen flopping onto the bed, and Susan removing her finger from my anus. 

"Right girls, I'm going to my room for a shower, tonight's activities are over as far as I'm concerned. If you want to clean up, Amanda can show you where the guest bathroom is." I said, and picked my robe up and headed to my bedroom.

After taking a long relaxing shower I dried myself and then lay on the bed. Occasionally I heard girlie laughter coming from the direction of my daughter's bedroom. I guess they weren't rushing to get dressed. Eventually I heard footsteps heading downstairs, followed a few moments later by the sound of the front door opening then closing.

My bedroom door opened and Amanda walked in taking her robe off to reveal her lovely naked body. Dropping the robe onto a chair she slid into bed next to me, putting a leg over mine and an arm across my chest.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked with a petulant look on her face.

"Not really. I would have preferred it if it was just us two," I half lied. While it was not something I would have asked either my late wife or my daughter to do, it had been thoroughly enjoyable. Fucking another woman whilst your partner looked on, and even participated, was a huge aphrodisiac. 

"Good, because it's never going to happen again," she stated, "so now tell me what this master plan is."

I quickly explained that my work was looking for somebody to go to the USA for two years to head up the new branch they were starting there. I had refused when they asked me because I hadn't wanted to leave Amanda. When I had gone to work the previous day I had asked if I could take Amanda with me, and when they said yes I had told them to push it through as soon as possible.

"Wow, I've always wanted to visit America, but two years?" My heart sank in my chest, this wasn't the answer I was looking for.

"Actually, it gets worse. I was planning on never coming back. On our passports our surnames are the same, and nobody knows us over there. I thought we could tell people we were married." I finished lamely, my 'master plan' in tatters.

"Got you!" Amanda said, as she slid her body on top of mine, "I'd go anywhere with you, my husband."

THE END