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Lilac's Sluts: Heather Does Daddy

By: NonStopFunGuy



If you don't like hearing why a middle-aged, married father ends up sticking his cock in his 19 year old slutty daughter, then don't read any further. Because this is what I'm going to tell you about.

Heather is fucking gorgeous, and the mere fact that I'm her father shouldn't discolor my objectivity in that regard. She's tall, had long, golden-blonde hair, nice C cup tits on a perfect slender, no-fat body, and thin, exquisite legs that make any man's mouth water. She's also incredibly fucking horny, she's in her sophomore year at college and it turns out she pretty much fucks any hot adult male or sexy female that wants access to her bald, shaved cunt. She's also sweet, adorable, funny, smart, and playful. I mean, who wouldn't say she's anything but gorgeous and, just, you know, great.

I'd been fantasizing about fucking her. Around the house the last couple of years, I found I couldn't take my eyes off her incredible, petite ass, her long legs, or those perky, round boobies of hers. But I never put a move on her, I wasn't even sure she saw me checking her out. And I had no idea she found me sexy, too.

So imagine my surprise that one weekend when I visited her campus, just to see a basketball game. The double-overtime victory over the #2 team in the country turned out to be the least memorable event of the day. Seriously, I mean, I got to fuck my hot blonde daughter!

* * * *

Everything happens for a reason. The roots of that February weekend on her campus started a long time earlier, but probably can be traced to three events: one day over Christmas break her freshman year, then a day just this past January, not even a month before I visited for that basketball game.

I'll explain what I know happened, based on what she's told me and shown me.

Last winter, when she came back from college, she was a horny little bitch. Eighteen years old and used to getting fucked by hung guys at college. We live a couple hours' flight time from her college, so the two weeks she was at our house, she was isolated from her friends at campus. We live in a pretty remote town in Oregon, and when it snows, the bigger college towns and cities are basically not accessible. She had friends from high school around, but she wanted those hot college boys to fill her wet teen pussy.

To satisfy herself, she turned to the Internet. Reading stories, some phonesex in her bedroom -- here, in our house! -- late at night. But it wasn't enough. Then, my wife's brother came over to spend a couple days. Jake. In a nutshell, Jake is the kind of older guy ever girl dreams about -- pretty well-off, does what he wants, world traveler, lives in the sun in Florida, pretty much fucks hot girls all the time. I'm jealous as fuck of him. At least I got to marry his pretty sister.

Well, Heather couldn't help herself. She hadn't seen Jake for years, so it was like a complete stranger came into our house -- a sexy, horny one. The fact that Jake was her uncle didn't stop the spark from kindling something. I don't know who made the move on whom, but during the few days he was here, Heather and Jake were getting it on like rabbits. Oh, I knew about it. I hid the facts from Heather's mom, so they got away with it. But I could tell, the way they looked at each other and disappeared time to time, that Jake was drilling his niece's tight teen pussy with his experienced, adult cock.

They must have really liked each other, because for her spring break that freshman year, Heather flew to Florida with her friend Jill, and stayed at Jake's house. It was, I have now heard, a week of sex. Just pure fucking. Heather fucked Jake, as did Jill, and screwed some of Jake's hot friends too. There might have been a couple orgies as well. When Heather first old me Uncle Jake invited her down for spring break, it confirmed my suspicions that the two were having sex together. Now that I've heard the details, I can see why my daughter was excited to visit Jake. She got fucked by a half-dozen men, and at least three or four girls too, that week.

I told myself, she's 18, she can fuck whom she wants. I understood her lust for Jake. Only -- yeah, I knew, I was jealous. She was my daughter, but she was also a hot piece of ass. If I knew a girl who looked exactly like her but wasn't related to me, I'd have fucked that clone girl. So, my libido was hot to fuck Heather, even if she was my daughter. Jake was the lucky one; I got to experience her sex only in my fantasies, using my hand.

That put the seed in Heather's head, and mine too -- the idea that, you know, a girl might want to fuck a close relative like her uncle. Or someone else she found hot.

[Author's note to my readers: The story of Heather with her Uncle Jake is separately posted. Many of you might already be familiar with it.]

So now, fast-forward to this past January.

Well, let me back up a bit. Heather had met some adult guy this year, her sophomore year at school. A married guy with a hot body. I guess he took her out on a date last fall, and things went well, and she spread her legs for him and let him fuck her. Ron was his name. Tall, manly, big cock, I heard. Heather had a great time with him.

Turns out, Ron was not only married, but had a daughter who was 18 -- about a year and a half younger than Heather, a girl who was still in high school. Lilac was her name. Ron, apparently, really liked his petite blonde daughter, and Lilac was fully aware that her daddy was fucking other girls around her own age. Heather said, the first day she fucked Ron, she was on the cellphone telling Lilac all about it -- while Ron was still busy fucking her. Giving the daughter a play-by-play, essentially. Now, that is erotic, isn't it?

Now, we come to January. I'm told Ron lied to his wife, saying he was going to spent a week at a business meeting. Instead, he got a room at a local motel, and had his daughter come over for sex every day -- as well as Heather, and even some other girls Ron knew (friends of Lilac, I'm told). Talk about a lucky stud, he was fucking teen girls daily, sometimes more than two a day.

Heather, like I said, was one of those girls. She went to the motel mid-afternoon one day, when her classes ended. Heather said Ron met her at the motel room door, wearing only a towel. He took it off the moment she walked in, and she proceeded to immediately say "hello" to him by sucking his cock. She told me his cock tasted like a girl's pussy, I guess he had been fucking some other girl earlier that afternoon. Anyway, my cocksucking daughter delighted this guy with a hot blowjob, then they renewed old acquaintances by fucking on the motel bed. So Ron got to nail my daughter twice, once the previous Fall, then this past January.

That afternoon in the motel room took a very perverted turn for the better. Heather said this stud was busy fucking her on the bed, with him on top of her, when the motel room -- which had been locked -- suddenly opened. Into the room walks none other than the guy's small blonde daughter, Lilac. She had a second key to the room. She'd just finished her day at high school, where she was a senior, and came over to play with her daddy.

Heather wasn't expecting the guy's sexy petite daughter to visit. My daughter said to me, she was on her back looking down at Ron's hot body and his huge cock fucking her bald pussy, then she saw a motion to the side and looked over -- and there was the 18 year old, barely a 100 pounds if even that, with long blonde hair and still-tanned skin (even in January), staring and watching her daddy boning another teenager. The girl wasn't mad, she was smiling.

"Heather," the guy Ron said to my daughter, not stopping from fucking her, "meet my daughter Lilac -- honey, this is my friend Heather, isn't she hot?"

My daughter, while slutty, was taken aback at the sudden presence of the guy's daughter. Heather sheepishly said "hi," or something like that. Then, Heather found out a key piece of information. From the time of her first date with Ron the past fall, to the time in this motel room, Ron and Lilac had started an incestuous, daddy/daughter affair. So Lilac not only knew her father was fucking other girls, she was fucking him too!

Lilac just started stripping naked, saying something like, "Can I join you guys?" My daughter was already an expert at licking pussy -- as I later found out, her roommate Jill and she had been having torrid sex for over a year -- so Heather didn't object when the tiny, hot blonde joined her father and my daughter on the bed.

Heather told me the sex with both Ron and Lilac was hot, but the best part of the afternoon -- or, at least, the part that got Heather most excited -- was watching the father fuck his own daughter. When asked if it was okay, Heather readily agreed, sitting back and watching the daughter get on her back, spread her legs, and let her father mount her. The daddy drove his huge penis into his daughter while my princess masturbated, staring at the daddy-cock drilling the daughter-cunt, making the daughter scream and cum. Heather totally got off watching that, and kissed both the daddy and the daughter while they fucked each other. Heather said it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen -- ever!

And, Heather would later confide to me, it made her jealous. Lilac got to fuck her hot father; my daughter, up to that point, not so much.

Later that evening, Heather was in her dorm room, alone, her roommate Jill off someplace. Still horny, feeling Ron's sperm dripping out of her wet vagina and soiling her thong. Heather sat at her computer, wanting sex again. She wound up in her email inbox, and started sending a hot email to her Uncle Jake. They had kept in touch since the debauchery in Florida the past spring, and he came out to our house this past summer (and got to fuck her again).

I have now seen the email she sent her uncle. I am block-copying it for you here:

"Jakie: Howareya? You haven't called in a couple weeks! I miss you! We NEED to talk on the phone, SOON... when Jill isn't here... or, maybe, hehehe, when she IS. Wanna listen in? I KNOW you do!!! And cuz you'll ask, yes, Jill and I are regulars, we eat each other out a couple times a week, sometimes more than once a day, its happened. But that's not why I'm emailing you. I'm sitting here at my computer with my pants off and I'm rubbing sperm around my sore pussy. Guess what? I got fucked by an older guy with a HUGE penis! But that's not the hottest part of it! His DAUGHTER was there! She's 18, her name is Lilac, she has a hot thin body with sexy small tits and tight ass, you'd luuuuv her. Yeah, not only did I fuck Ron AND Lilac, but -- get this -- I saw Ron fuck Lilac too!!!! So you and I aren't the most perverted relatives in the world! Daddy fucked his daughter!!! It made me soooooooooooo SOOOOOOO hot!!!! Made me wanna fuck my hot uncle too!!! Wish you were here, you could stick that HUGE dick in my hot teen cunt, honey! Im soooo wet! So call me!!!! Love your hot piece of niece H.!!!!"

("Hot piece of niece." I loved that part.)

Jake replied later that evening, with a long message that is largely irrelevant here. It was interesting, to say the least, but I just block-copied the relevant part: "Not surprised seeing a daddy fuck his daughter made you HOT.... you get so wet when your uncle does that to you (sweeeeet!).... but tell me the truth, it doesn't make you wanna fuck your own dad? you know he checks out your body... you SURE you're not thinking about getting some daddy cock for yourself baby?"

Wow, just reading my brother write that to my daughter, gave me the chills. That other people were contemplating me fucking Heather, my own daughter, was scary. But also, horny.

The next day, Heather sent back a message responding to that last part of Jake's email. She was proud to show it to me -- recently, of course, not at the time she wrote it. "Well my dad is hot but I thought it was weird for a girl to want to fuck her dad, until I saw Lilac do it.... so now maybe I'm not so weird after all?" (When she recently showed me this email, Heather beamed to me, "See, Daddy, I've been wanting you a WHILE!" It was proof she wasn't making it all up.)

I was jealous of Jake fucking Heather; Heather was jealous of Lilac fucking her own daddy. Somehow, you know, things were bound to happen.

* * * * *

Ignoring of virtually all of this -- other than that Heather had been screwing her Uncle Jake the past year -- I came to visit Heather's campus this February. Her school's basketball team was hosting a conference rival who, at the time, was ranked #2 in the whole country. She was able to score a couple of tickets to the sold-out afternoon game, so my wife let me fly out to see the game with her.

I got in late on Friday evening, and arranged to see her for breakfast the next morning, before the game. Heather, of course, has plans on a Friday night anyway. Some plans! What I later found out was, the little slut was invited to -- are you ready for this? -- an off-campus orgy at some girl's apartment.

Yep, an orgy!

The things I didn't know about Heather, I never could have predicted. My own daughter was having sex with over a half-dozen naked people!

But, wait, it's even more erotic that you might think. The orgy was -- are you sitting down? -- MOSTLY GIRLS.

Yeah, as I'd find out about 24 hours later, she was at a party that had SIX girls from the college -- five of them blondes -- and two hung, adult, married men a married coach on the football team (not the big kahuna, but one of the assistants) and a married "booster" of the school (meaning, a rich alumnus). I couldn't have fantasized about something like that, it's true that truth is stranger than fiction. Two married, adult men, plus six horny, bisexual coeds, fucking each other for a few hours! Basically, my 19 year old princess got her brains fucked out, largely by other girls.

After the orgy -- the men had to return to their wives at some point -- Heather stayed overnight in tat off-campus apartment with two other blondes from the party. The three girls slept in the same bed, fucking each other into the night and in the morning. They wouldn't let her leave in the morning, and once the girl-girl-girl sex started up again in the morning, she found herself seduced to stay until the very last possible minute.

I'm telling you all this because its relevant to my breakfast with Heather. I met her at this restaurant at 10 am, and she was a fucking mess. Her hair was matted, she smelled like sweat and, frankly, pussy juice, and she didn't have on her usual makeup. She apologized profusely, but didn't really explain why she couldn't get ready on time. Woke up late, stayed up way too late, was all she said at the time.

I'm no dummy. I took one look at her, and I knew: She got fucked. Really hard, too, not just the night before, but that morning.

Frankly, knowing Heather was being a little slut, my cock got hard. She is so fucking sexy, with her hot tits and gorgeous butt and slim legs, and that beautiful, long blonde hair. Really, really fucking hot. I didn't know at the time who or what did her, but I was sure, someone was making my little princess cum hard.

Throughout breakfast, I was totally distracted by her sexuality. I could see her nipples in her tight blouse and bra; I could smell the aroma of wet pussy on her, plus sweat, plus I thought musky male sperm. (That, probably, was just my imagination adding in those flavors.) We talked about dumb stuff -- school, home, my work -- but all I could think about was Heather having sex. I was picturing her nude, spreading for a cock, or riding some hot stud. I was jealous, yes, but honestly more turned on by the idea of her having a wonderful, sexual time.

I must have been staring too much, because my thoughts were on my face. I asked her an innocent question, one that any father would have asked at the time. "What did you do last night, did you go out, have fun?" But, given how she looked and how I was staring at her, Heather read that question as follows: "Gee, honey, who fucked you last night?"

So, instead of giving me an honest answer, she gave me an honest comment that laid the groundwork for her answer. "Daddy?" Her voice had dropped, she was leaning across the table in the busy restaurant, biting her lip, wanting to say something. Then she just blurted it out. "Um -- Daddy, you know I'm not a virgin, right?"

Wow, my hard cock got even harder. Hearing her admit it? To me? Very sexy!

She put her cards on the table, so I did the same, mostly. "Well -- I assumed as much. But look -- I mean, it's not really my business, you're 19, and as long as you're having fun -- just take care of yourself, be careful, but -- if you have a smile on your face, who am I to complain?"

My beautiful blonde daughter grew a wide smile on her dimpled face. "Yeah -- I'm having LOTS of fun -- it's okay, as long as it's fun -- right?"

Gulp. My daughter was basically asking for permission to have sex? Not that she needed my permission, but I wasn't going to deny her happiness. "Yup -- that's right."

Her next question threw me into even more of a tizzy, almost making me light-headed hearing the question. Peering at me quizzically, she put both her elbows on the table and leaned all the way forward. "So Daddy -- are YOU having fun these days?"

Damn, was she asking if I was cheating on her mom? "Heather -- dang it, I'm married!"

The blonde teen laughed, leaning back in a more relaxed posture. "Oh, well, I mean, I've known a few married guys who have fun -- I mean, to each their own, right?" (She was referring, I know now but didn't at the time, to Lilac's father Ron, plus the two adult men she just had an orgy with the previous evening, a coach and a rich alumnus).

I just shook my head and stood my ground. "I'm married, sweetheart!" I realized that didn't answer the question, but it was all I wanted to give her. I felt guilty even addressing the topic with her -- while there was nothing to feel guilty about. I hadn't cheated on my wife, ever. So I clarified. "Well -- officially, I'm having fun with JUST your mom, if you HAVE to know."

"Ewww!" It wasn't what my daughter had in mind, she scowled and made a disgusted look on her face. "But -- ok, not about that -- like, ewww! -- but, how about unofficially, hmm?" She stared at me with her blonde eyes, grinning playfully, wanting to hear about her old man's sex life.

There was, unfortunately (or fortunately), nothing to tell. "Um, I shouldn't answer that -- but, actually, yes I can, there is no 'unofficial' story -- just the boring answer, nothing to say."

"Awww?" My daughter reached her petite, soft hand across the table, touching my hand. I almost wanted to pull it away; a shiver shot up my spine. I felt nervous, not as in cornered, but guilty -- doing something wrong. "Well, Daddy, I don't mind if you have fun -- you deserve to have fun, too."

I couldn't repress a laugh. I looked around the pancake restaurant, at all the families having breakfast and coffee, and found it surreal my slutty teen daughter was telling me I could fuck around on her own mother. "Again, baby -- married, right?" I pointed to my wedding band, as if she needed proof.

My daughter gave up, laughing at me. "I know, I know -- well, alright."

Shaking my head, I put on a fake scowl. "You are so BAD, honey -- is this what they are teaching you at this college?"

The slutty teen blonde sitting across from me withdrew her hand from mine, sitting back in the booth, and shot me a curious grin. "Daddy, you DO know what they call this place, right?"

"No, what?" I had no idea what she meant.

Heather snickered. "Fuck U. -- as in, not 'fuck Y-O-U,' but as in, "Fuck the-letter-U-with-a-period."

Okay, that made me snicker too. I hadn't heard it before. "No, I didn't know that -- that's hilarious." Great, I sent my horny daughter to Fuck U. for an education. She wasn't getting her brains filled with knowledge, she was getting her cunt filled with sperm.


Lilac's Sluts: Heather Does Daddy



Now it became a running joke. "Well, it's a required course, Daddy, we all have to take it."

"I'm sure," I answered, pouring myself coffee to avoid how nervous the discussion was making me, "that you're getting an A+ in it."

That was one of the things you say without really thinking. Heather interpreted it to mean, I was sure she was a good fuck. So she mockingly acted surprised, pretending to be mad at me. "Daddy, what ARE you saying, hmm?"

"Nothing, baby, nothing!" I sipped my hot coffee, shrugging, but blushing. I didn't mean to call her a slut, even if she was one.

She must have seen me blushing, and was teasing me mercilessly, extending the joke. "Well, if you MUST know -- I'm sure they'd give me an 'A' for effort, at least!" Then she giggled at the thought.

A couple moments of silence interrupted the disturbing conversation, but my horny daughter wasn't letting it go. At the time, I had no idea what was fueling her, but now realize, she was driven by all that lust for hot sex, including the fantasy of fucking me. "So, Daddy -- do you ever think about it -- cheating?"

Were my ears working? Was my own daughter asking me this? Like I would tell her, if I was -- but, alas, there was nothing to tell. I was brutally honest. "Honey, I'm a male -- we all THINK about it. Doing something about it, that's another thing."

"It's okay!" She wrinkled her cute, small nose at me, her thin eyebrows raising. "I don't mind it even if you did -- you're a hot guy, Dad."

No, my ears were definitely NOT working. "Now, don't you go saying that." I felt myself blushing, but my penis was stiff as concrete in my jeans. Even though she was my own daughter, she was a gorgeous, 19 year old, horny college girl -- and hearing her tell me I was hot was arousing.

Heather defended herself, taking a scolding tone. "Well, you think I'm hot and sexy, right? And I'm your daughter."

Indeed, I had said that in the past, and it's possible that she was aware I'd stare at her butt or tits when she wore skimpy clothing back at our house. "Well you are -- I might be your father, but I have eyes."

"Right!" Like she just won her case, her voice cackled at me and her blue eyes grew large. "So do I. And you're hot."

Shrugging, I wanted to disagree, because I had no empirical evidence anyone agreed with her. My belly had become a little soft and inflated, and my dick wasn't the biggest one, I was sure. I suppose if a girl liked a slightly-overweight, graying, pale married guy, then yeah, I was as hot as those kind of guys get. But instead of arguing about whether I was actually "hot or not," I just said with a limp voice, "Eh, depends whom you're asking."

My horny, blonde daughter continued to press the point. "You should be having fun, you're a great guy and you're good-looking." She didn't sound like she was offering me anything, rather, she had a chirpy, whimsical tone as if she was passing along some free advice.

It was advice that seemed irrelevant to my life. "This is really a pointless discussion," I told her, perhaps snapping a bit too much, "no one's asking to have 'fun' with me, anyways."

For once, now, Heather didn't respond. She just sat there, still smiling playfully at me, not telling me was perverted thoughts were floating through her hot little brain.

Sensing that the bizarre sexual discussion was over, with relief I turned my attention to sipping my coffee and finishing my plate of pancakes. Damn, I thought to myself, she really was getting an education at Fuck U.

* * * * *

Let's fast-forward to later that evening. I'm skipping over a few major events of that day -- such as the unbelievable, double-overtime victory by the home team over the #2-ranked team in the country. There was a last-second three-pointed at the end of regulation (by the bad guys), two cold-hearted, nothing-but-net free throws with 0.2 seconds left at the end of the first OT (by the good guys), and some nobody coming off the bench to bucket four treys and drop two nifty dimes to seal the win. I was way better than I could have hoped when I decided to come out and see the game with Heather. As you'll soon hear, that was hardly the highlight of the day.

A while after the game we ended up at one of the mainstay pizza joints on campus for dinner. The wait was eternal, it seemed the entire 16,000 person crowd at the game had the same dinner plans that we did.

After walking around campus, we wound up back in Heather's dorm room about 9 p.m. For me, that would typically be time to put the feet up on the couch and watch some TV before bed. For Heather, it was the time a Saturday night was just getting started.

We weren't alone at that moment. While I sat back on Heather's small, twin-size bed against the wall, with Heather on the same bed but sitting at the opposite end, Heather's roommate Jill was getting ready for a hot overnight date with her boyfriend. I'd known Jill since the past year, when the girls were freshman. They grew to be buddies and decided to room together in this, their sophomore, year. (What I didn't know, at that moment, was that they occasionally fucked each other their freshman year, and moved in together so that they could continue to have sex with each other. They weren't "dating" or an "item," just two horny college girls that liked to make out and each other other's pussies. Who could blame them?)

Jill was, I have to say, pretty hot. She was a sexy brunette, almost as tall as my daughter, with a proportionate, slim body bearing perfect curves. Maybe B-cup breasts over a flat belly and rounded hips, and thin thighs, with long, straight black hair halfway down her back. As she put on loads of makeup and 3-inch hoop earrings, I could see she probably had no shortage of males who wanted to date and fuck her.

"Okay, you two," Jill announced, stuffing some clothing and overnight toiletries into her packed, over-the-shoulder bag, "see you tomorrow afternoon." The brunette gave us a girlish bye-bye waive with one hand, flexing her four fingers together, as she headed for the door, grabbing her winter coat.

Heather gave a friendly waive back, while I told Jill I'd probably be headed to the airport late the next morning, so I wouldn't see her. Nice to see you again, hope to see you next time, blah blah blah, we had that sort of rote exchange before she disappeared from the square, spartan dorm room.

I checked a clock on Heather's desk. It was 9:14 p.m. "Baby," I told her, now sounding like her father, "I'll say it again, I've been telling you all day, don't let your old man slow you down. If you want to go out partying or with friends, or whatever, feel free -- I won't take offense."

"Daddy!" She reached her petite hand out to smack my thigh through my jeans. "I told you, I don't wanna, my Daddy is in town."

Appreciative, I flashed my grown-up daughter a warm smile. Leaning back against the wall behind her bed, I felt very relaxed. However, my cock was twitching in my pants, slightly. That weird, sexual discussion over breakfast had stirred something in me. My daughter wasn't a virgin; she probably had sex with some guy even that morning, before she came to breakfast with me. She was hot and sexual, and being alone with her in her dorm room -- for the entire night, thank you Jill! -- was a provocative idea. Sure, I could go back to my hotel room, but here we were alone, on a bed . . . it's just one of those perverted, stupid thoughts I had, but I was thinking, too bad I was her father because, otherwise, I probably could get some sex out of the evening. But indeed I was Daddy, and nothing more would happen.

"So," I asked casually, stretching my legs out on the bed in my jeans and dangling my feet over the side edge, "what do you want to do -- go to a movie?"

The slender blonde shook her pretty face. She was dressed like me, very casually, just a t-shirt and jeans, wearing only socks and no shoes. Her t-shirt, though, was form-fitting, so as she sat upright, her big boobs were nice, round mountains on her skinny chest. "Well, can't we just hang here a while?"

I nodded, not expecting that answer. "Sure -- but you'll be bored." Wondering what we might do in her dorm room, my penis grew a bit more stiff -- as if to say, I know what we can do! Down, boy, down, I told myself.

"Eh, maybe not." Heather had a cheery, uplifting spirit, and her voice was pumping me with enthusiasm. "We never get to be alone anymore, Daddy."

"True that," I nodded, "but you're not a little girl anymore. I wouldn't think you wanna be alone with me." While speaking honestly, I wanted to make sure she understood I wasn't dissing her. "But, hey, I do love it -- you're precious."

"Mmm?" Sitting a couple of feet away from me, pushed into the back corner, Heather now slid slightly closer to me, so that her soft hand could touch my hand on the space of the bed between us. "I'm NOT a little girl, you're right -- but I'm still your princess, right?" She batted those eyelashes over her baby-blue eyes at me, playing coy and innocent.

"For sure," I said, telling myself not to let my gaze fall down to the sight of her big tits in her t-shirt.

It was a funny thing, telling myself not to look at her boobs as she sat next to me. Because two seconds later, her boobs were directly in front of me.

Heather, without warning, suddenly sat up and crawled over the bed. I barely could let out a gasp of protest, before my 19 year old daughter threw a leg over me and sat on my lap, sitting sideways with her butt over my right thigh and both of her legs, stretching out parallel, across the bed to my left, as I leaned back against the wall. The side of her thigh was inches from my own crotch, so at the moment she couldn't tell her daddy was getting a hard-on from being with her. As she sat upright in front of me, arching her back, she pushed those big teenage breasts forward in her tight t-shirt.

As I looked up at her eyes, I couldn't help but notice the big tits, then her gorgeous face. "What's this for?" I was suddenly nervous, afraid my daughter was just being playful, but she might discover her father was a pervert with a hard-on in his pants.

"Because," she told me in a hushed tone, full of melody and conviction, "I love you -- and I like being with you, Daddy."

Having the hot, 19 year old blonde on my lap, hearing a nearly grown-up woman say those things to me, especially my daughter, was both turning me on and making me feel guilty and embarrassed. "Stop, baby, you're making me blush."

I think that actually empowered Heather. She giggled, sliding her hands up to my broad shoulders, steadying herself as she remained on my thighs. With a very devilish grin, she leaned forward, putting her soft mouth near my right ear. Tingles went up my spine, as she whispered coarsely into my ear. "Do you wanna hear something, Daddy?"

My brain was focused on the position of the hot teen blonde sitting sideways on my lap, trying to make sure her hip was not moving closer to my body, and thus ensuring space remained between my growing hard-on and the side of her thigh in her jeans. "Um, sure, what?" I could sense she had a plan of some kind, and I had no idea what to expect.

With her lips near my ear, her warm breath tickling my ear, my daughter's voice grew husky and sultry, but stayed quiet as if someone might be listening. "Want to know where I was, before meeting you for breakfast this morning?"

I gulped. I had assumed she was being fucked by a boyfriend. No, I didn't really need to know that detail; but, my cock was saying, find the fuck out!

"How could I know," I told her, trying to sound relaxed and nonchalant, "you didn't tell me."

My daughter snickered. "Well, I'm telling you now?"

Brain said don't ask, cock said find out. Cock won. "Okay, so tell me?"

Her lips were now directly over my ear, brushing it, as she spoke in a very hushed, barely-audible whisper. But she wasn't embarrassed, she was excited. "I was in an off-campus apartment building," she related slowly, teasingly -- and her hips slide closer to me, so the side of her thigh was nearing but not quite touching my crotch. "I was with two other girls -- a blonde cheerleader named Angela, and a blonde girl from the track team, named Holly." Almost panting into my ear, my daughter continued her explanation, her voice dripping with arousal: "And I was late because they wouldn't let me go -- we were FUCKING each other when we woke up in the same bed, all of us naked, and they said don't go Heather, stay, keep FUCKING us -- so I knew I had to meet you, but I couldn't get ready and dressed up, or even shower -- I was toooo busy FUCKING Angela and Holly." She added colorful emphasis each time she said the word "fucking" -- highlighting that a lot of lesbian fucking was taking place.

And this, in fact, was the first moment in time I discovered my daughter was a horny, bisexual slut. She apparently loved to have sex with other girls!

With her body on top of me, sitting sideways, her mouth against my ear sending chills down my spine, my dick now throbbing in my pants, I was frozen, I couldn't move, talk, or think. All I uttered back was a couple of sounds, not really words. "Uh? OH?"

"Mmm hmm, Daddy," purred my horny daughter, delighted at my reaction to her slutty tale. "We were having hot sex, the three of us girls -- all long-haired blondes, with hot little bodies -- licking each other's tits and cunts, making out." I felt her hips swirl slightly, making very small, circular motions as she sat above my right thigh. "Does that turn you on, Daddy?"

My head was swimming, I felt light-headed, from the electric sensations chasing down my spine, the feminine aroma of her scents and perfume filling my head, and the pressure of her body on my lap, so very close to the hard erection in my jeans and underwear. I of course knew I should put a stop to this, but I didn't want to -- the sexual feelings my hot daughter was pouring into me were intoxicating, I wanted more. "You don't have to tell me all this," I grunted, but of course wanting her to continue. At that moment, I had no idea where to put my hands, with her on my lap. I put my right hand on the bedsheet, behind her back, while I gently placed my left hand on her knees of her thighs. "Why are you telling me this, all of a sudden?"

"Because," giggled my trolling daughter, working to get me as aroused as she was, "I wanna tell you -- you aren't mad at me, are you?"

Mad? My cock was aching badly, my eyes staring at her tits on display in front of me in her tight t-shirt as she sat sideways on me. My voice was dry, as I tried to sound normal as ever. "No, baby - why would I be mad?"

Heather let out an audible shrug, then she leaned her torso back even more, so she could see my eyes as she spoke to me, and gave me a more full view of those twin hooters in her shirt. "I'm not a lesbian, so you know -- we were just having sex -- I like sex with girls." She sneered, her thin lips wrapping to one side of her face, and her eyes peered at me looking for my reaction to her next revelation. "And men, I really LOVE sex with men."

Her daddy gulped, unsure what to say when his daughter was coming out of the closet to announce her rapid bisexuality. I hadn't been prepared for this moment. "Well, like we said this morning," I answered softly, in a fatherly, detached tone, "it's all for fun, right?"

"Ohh, yeah!" Leaning more upright now, she hooked one arm around my shoulder and neck, her other hand flat against my chest through my shirt. She could move her face closer to mine, a few inches in front of me, eye-to-eye contact intensified. "Tell me, Daddy, how does it make you feel -- thinking of me licking another girl's pussy -- spreading my legs open for her, begging her to lick mine too?"

How did it make me feel? I couldn't believe my daughter was getting me turned on, but the thoughts of her having a three-girl orgy that morning -- then coming to meet me for breakfast -- was turning me on more than ever.

Okay, she wanted to turn me on. Fine, I'm with this -- she's a little tease, I'll let her tease me. She was making me feel great. 

I lifted my right hand from her bedsheets, putting it squarely on her lower back as she sat sideways on my lap, while my other hand slipped between her knees, my fingertips lightly touching the part of her inner thighs next to her knees, finding her jeans almost skin-tight there. I could feel her thin, tall body swaying a bit, making seductive little motions as she sat on me. Then, answering her question, I made my voice more lusty, adding some energy and playfulness. "How SHOULD it make me feel, hmm?"

Her smile crossed her entire face, turning up the corners of her thin, ruby-red lips. "It should make you feel that -- you know I'm a lot of fun." Her face moved back to my ear, as she related something I'd already guessed, in the most hushed, sexual voice she could muster. "I loooooove sex, Daddy."

Throb, went my already-stiff cock, now leaking precum in my underwear. She had me so turned on. While I probably should have felt guilty about it, I was actually loving this. I didn't know how far she intended to take it, but all the fantasies I had about her were coming true. I just didn't want to ruin them and scare her off, if she wasn't planning to take it all the way.

"Who doesn't," I said of her love of sex.

Heather's lips didn't move away from my ear. "And you know what else?"

I could hardly wait. Playfully, though, to lighten the tension, I said coarsely, "I'm tempted to say NO, I don't know and shouldn't know."

Not the answer Heather wanted to hear, but she could sense the lighthearted tone of my voice. She turned up the heat on me, twisting herself around on my lap ninety degrees, so that she was now straddling me, facing me. Her slim thighs in her tight jeans were spread wide open, leaving her crotch inches from my hardon in my jeans; as she sat upright, those big melons inside her shirt were two orbs beckoning for my attention, sitting right in front of me. Putting her hands gently on the two sides of my neck, holding herself upright, my daughter gave me a little more hint about her sex life. She was going to tell me anyway, regardless of what I said. "I like older men too," said the horny teenager with purpose, grinning at me, "I've been with a few of them -- a guy named Ron, and also a coach from our football team, and a rich guy named Thom." Then with an even higher-pitched voice, she proudly exclaimed, "And, in fact, I did it with both Ron AND Thom last night!"

I should have appreciated what she just revealed, about the full extent of debauchery from the evening before while I was landing at the airport, but all I knew was, my daughter was a fucking slut. And it was turning me on more than I'd ever been.

Sex with Heather was on my mind. Me and her, fucking. It was erotic and delicious, but scary as shit. Really fucking scary; she was my daughter! I found myself buying time, stalling, trying to get comfortable to her come-on she was launching at me. "And you are telling me this -- why?"

She shrugged her slim shoulders, leaning forward to plant a soft, wet kiss on my forehead. My daughter's big teen tits were right in front of me, just below my face, stretching out her tight, thin t-shirt. "Because I know you think I'm hot and sexy -- and I wanted you to know I think you're hot -- and that I like older men -- a LOT."

Shudder. Gasp. Grunt, even. I couldn't believe she was saying this; but, judging by how hard my dick was in my pants, I was thrilled to hear it. Really, it was perfectly obvious what was going on. Straddling my lap now, her crotch in her tight jeans was inches away from my hard dick in my pants. Her sweet perfume, her girlish scents, even the fishy flavor of a wet pussy, all of these aromas were filtering into my brain now, giving me a natural high, making me erotically hungry for my daughter's body. 




Lilac's Sluts: Heather Does Daddy



"Uhhh," I muttered, somewhat at a loss for words, "what are you suggesting, sweetie?" Of course, I knew exactly what she was suggesting.

But she wasn't leaving it to chance. With a low, raspy voice, she gasped, "You know what I'm suggesting, Daddy" -- and, at the moment she said that, her body moved forward. She whipped her hips at me, driving the tight mound of her crotch onto her father's erection inside my own jeans, and I felt her slender hips start to grind in a circle, pushing that teenage pussy against my married adult cock. Oh, she found out how hard her father was, there was no doubting the erection in my pants.

Still, I wasn't sure I should go down this path. My body wanted to; I'd been fantasizing about it for eons. But now it was reality, and I hadn't fully embraced it. Frankly, yes, I was scared by all this.

"Are you serious?" My voice quivered, I wished I had more virility in the sound of my question.

Heather was dry-humping me, sloshing her pelvis around in circles, sliding her crotch over her father's erection through our jeans, while her hands were on my broad shoulders to steady herself. "Maybe I am," said my daughter with a whine, biting her lower lip, feeling how turned on I was in my pants.

It wasn't taking long to warm up to the idea of fucking her. I was so fucking hard for my sexy teen daughter. I put my hands on her asscheeks, fondling those little firm buttocks through her jeans, and thus also feeling the rhythm of her cunt grinding on my penis through our clothing. "This is a B.F.D.," I told her (big fucking deal), "it's not just for fun, it can't be -- I'm your father."

The blonde grinned, feeling my hands on her asscheeks now, knowing I was as willing as she was. "I could be fun, Daddy -- lots and lots of fun." She stuck her thumb behind herself, in the direction of her dorm room's door. "Jill won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, she's at her B.F.'s frat tonight."

All night and all morning, alone with Heather, here in her dorm room -- plenty of opportunity to fuck and fuck and fuck. That's what she wanted, and I realized, what I wanted too.

Still, I was her daddy, right. "I'm not sure that's a good idea for us," I pointed out, but knowing I was really going to do through with it. At that moment, holding her ass in my hands through her jeans, feeling her mound rubbing my penis, staring at her big tits in my face, I knew I wanted to fuck her -- and I knew she wanted to fuck me. This was definitely going to happen, right? But instead of just doing it, I felt compelled to go through the motions. Denial, say no, make sure she wants it, give into it. We weren't at the final stage yet.

Heather, though, was already there. She knew what she wanted. "Why not, Daddy?" Leaning forward again, she kissed my forehead, lingering with her wet lips there, before speaking again. "We both love each other -- and we both think we're hot."

"I know," I replied sullenly, trying to sound logical even though I was moving her ass around to hump my dick through our clothing, "but -- it changes things -- it won't be the same between us anymore."

She sighed, and suddenly, she backed off of me. My talking to her, oddly, had worked, at least for the moment. Although I wanted to fuck her, I had planted the seed of doubt in her pretty brain, and she paused the aggressive seduction. Still straddling me on my lap, she drew back a few inches so her crotch wasn't rubbing my dick anymore. "I know, Daddy," she admitted with a pout, "well -- tell you what. How about, we take it in small steps?"

Mad at myself for interrupting the flow of these events, I played along. "Um, sure -- how?"

My daughter responded with action, not words. Her blue eyes peered into my skull, right through my eye sockets, and her small hands gently moved to my jawline, holding my head gently. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, moving her lips to my face, puckering up. I'd seen her face close-up a billion times, she was my daughter; but now, she was a sexual creature, a gorgeous blonde. Things definitely were different. And while I'd kissed her a billion times too, on the lips, this was also very different.

Her lips smashed into mine, locking there, and suddenly our mouths opened, tongues darting into each other's mouths. I was fucking French kissing my daughter! Her mouth accepted my tongue, her tongue swirled around mine, she moaned into our kiss, her hands sliding around my shoulders, locking our chests together as we began making out. Salivating, our lips getting wet and tingly, our teeth even clashing as we powerfully tongue-fucked each other's mouths, my daughter and I shared our first erotic, passionate kiss. It was sensuous and sexy, it was full of love, but really, it was two horny people making out.

Two, three minutes later, we broke it, licking our wet lips as we looked at each other, evaluating the moment. "Well," I said first, grinning, "that was nice, for sure."

While it seemed the plan to fuck was back on track, Heather's hesitancy proceeded to the next step. Her hands were around my neck, but she was leaning back, squatting on my knees as I sat back on her bed, her blue eyes still riveted at my face. "Daddy -- we don't have to 'do' anything tonight, but -- but, do you wanna see me naked -- I wanna show you!"

Music to my ears. "Baby," I answered honestly, "I've dreamed of it. But--" I cocked my head to the side for a moment. "I think you know what will happen." I was already fantasizing about her nude, and how I wanted to fuck her then.

Heather wanted the bargain to be clear "I'll get naked, if you let me see you naked." With firm conviction, her voice resolute and direct, she spoke boldly to her father. "Daddy, I wanna see your big cock, I've dreamed about it, I bet it's huge and hard!"

Dang, she wanted to bring reality into this? "No, it's not huge," I apologized, shrugging, trying not to set false expectations.

My horny daughter measured things differently. "It WILL be huge -- if you show it to me."

Again, controlling expectations. She was my daughter, not some floozy from the Internet. "You might be disappointed," I told her. I did want her to see it, but she'd been fucking hung studs around campus; I was pretty sure I couldn't measure up physically to any of them. Maybe, I thought for a second, I really shouldn't fuck her after all. Maybe better to let her think how dreamy I would be, instead of letting her realize the actual truth?

Heather shook her head. "Never, not with you." Her voice was still adamant.

I found my eyes gazing in the direction of her chest, and those fabulous hooters inside her t-shirt. Okay, she had to see me nude, and if she would be disappointed, I was okay with that; I really wanted to fuck her, and maybe since she was my daughter, she'd be more likely to accept me for who I am than any other female on earth would be. "Okay -- well, are we really going to do this thing then?"

Brightness illuminated her face, a girlish grin crossed her thin, sexy lips. "Mmm, maybe?" She sat upright straddling my lower thighs, arching her back and pushing those tits into the air in front of me. She looked to make sure my eyes were gazing at her boobs, then she cupped and felt herself through her shirt, wrapping fingers underneath her twin orbs. "I know you look at my tits at home -- you wanna see them, don't you?"

My nod was immediate. "Actually -- fuck, yes, I do, baby."

"Alright." Still straddling me as I sat back on her bed, she crossed her arms in front of herself and grabbed her t-shirt by her hips. Tugging it out of her jeans, she yanked it over her head, revealing her white, 36C bra. Now reaching behind herself, smiling at me, she unfastened the clasp of her bra, and I saw the garment loosen around her chest. I held my breath, watching for what I was about to see. Heather pulled her bra off . . . and, suddenly, I was gazing at my daughter's naked tits.

WOW!

Her tits were fucking amazing. Big, round, swollen; soft, creamy; not a blemish on them. Perfectly smooth, round, 19 year old titties. Her nipples were firm and hard, long, with small pink areolae surrounding them. My wife used to have tits like that, many years ago, so I could see she inherited her mom's genes in that regard.

"Shit, honey," I moaned, gazing at them, "they're magnificent."

"Mmm, thanks!" she quipped, knowing I was entranced. Her hands were playing with her tits still, groping herself, massaging those hooters in front of my eyes. Then, she climbed off the bed, standing in front of me, topless, her thong's strings sneaking an appearance above the top edge of her jeans as they arched over her small hips. Putting her hands to the top snap of her blue jeans, my daughter giggled at me, "Wanna see more?"

I raised an eyebrow, my eyes locked in the direction of the crotch of her jeans. Her tits were awesome, but I couldn't believe I was going to see her cunt and ass now too. "Maybe," I giggled, grinning ear to ear. Then, playfully, I pointed out, "You know, I've seen it before."

"Oh, ha, ha," my daughter pretended to laugh, "probably when I was like four, Daddy."

That was about what I had in mind, or even maybe from her earlier diaper days. "True dat," I nodded.

Her hands were paused at the snap of her jean, ready to go. But she was teasing me, standing there, showing off her hot tits. "But I'm 19 now."

Again, I nodded. "Well -- yes, it's been a while." We shared another little laugh. Only a father and daughter could play around this way, while stripping to fuck. "Okay, maybe just a peek -- but I won't promise anything." I was of course teasing, because she had to know, if she took off her clothing I was going to fuck her as hard as I could.

Accepting the officially-uncertain terms of the deal, my daughter unsnapped her jeans. Then, she carefully lowered the zipper. Hooking both thumbs inside the waistband, she pried it around her ass and down her hips, shaking her body side to side, even making her nice titties sway on her chest, until she had stepped out of her jeans. Besides two ankle-high white socks, she was wearing just a black thong. I could just about make out the shape of her teen cuntlips in the thin material; imagine that, my daughter's fuckhole!

With a spin, she turned around, showing me her backside. Most of her delicious ass was uncovered, the thong's strings disappearing into her buttcrack. "What a hot ass," I told her, salivating as I stared at it. Small, round soft buttocks, creamy-white, delicious. Knowing I was watching intently, Heather peeled down her thong, below her ass, then down her slender thighs. She was getting nude for me.

Then my daughter stood up, turned around again, facing me -- and my eyes were on her vagina. My daughter's vagina! That 19 year old pussy was gorgeous: pink, wet, and shaved bald. I could already smell it, she was horny as fuck. And the sight of that bald kitty was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, I mean, knowing my daughter shaved her twat so guys (and girls) could fuck it seemed incredibly slutty, which made her so fucking hot to me.

Heather hung her panties off of her one, stiff finger, twirling them in the air, then tossing the useless garment onto her floor someplace. Wearing just her small white socks, which she left on, she turned and sat on the bed, right next to me, leaning against the wall at my side. As I looked down at her tits and flat tummy, I found myself mesmerized by her wet, pink cuntlips, and the little slit between them. My mouth was salivating, and my cock was trying to push through my clothing.

My daughter pulled one thigh to the side, giving me a better look at her cunt. "Like my pussy?" she asked me, knowing I did.

Admiring eyes from her father gave me away, but I told her what I loved about it. "It's shaved -- that's so sexy -- it's gorgeous -- you are so fucking hot, honey."

Heather nodded towards my body. "Daddy --- let me see your cock -- just see it?"

I snickered, already knowing I was going to strip for her, even if she didn't ask. "Well -- you can 'just' see it, but you KNOW where this is going."

My nude daughter giggled agreeably. "Oh -- I know."

I couldn't wait to get naked like she was. I stood up from the bed, looking down at her spread-opened thighs, gazing at my daughter's bald vagina, while I ripped my shirt off of my torso. She'd seen me topless many times, knowing I had a slightly round belly, and dark curls of hair all over my chest, and my skin was pale from the long, snowy winter and thus lack of any sunlight. Knowing it had to happen sometime, sensing impending disappointment, I unfastened my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down simultaneously. Stepping out of them and ripping my socks off, I stood up, buck naked, in front of my daughter.

My princess's blue eyes were staring at nothing other than her daddy's erection. It was its full five and a half or six inches (I really am not sure how long it is, I never measured it), and as hard as it had ever been. My hairy balls swung below, as my rigid shaft jutted out of my flabby belly, pointing straight at my gorgeous daughter. My cut dick had a round, bulbous helmet, drooling with precum. The hard shaft bulged with veins. While it probably wasn't the biggest one she'd ever seen, it was so ready to fuck her teen cunt.

At least, she was nice about it. Grinning, biting her lip, her voice squealed with excitement. "Mmm, I love it Daddy -- it's SOOO nice!"

Okay, that sounded over the top. "It's not huge," I pointed out, still standing there, showing off my tool.

"Daddy," my daughter firmly told me, "I love your cock -- it's great -- really, you shouldn't be like that." Then, she patted a spot on the bed right next to herself, indicating for me to take a seat with her.

I did as she wanted, so we were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip, nude together on her dorm room bed. I was eyeing her big teen tits and her bald pussy, while she was still checking out her father's erection. "I feel really weird," I said honestly, "being naked with you."

Heather doubted me. "Well -- you're hard, Daddy -- so you're not THAT weirded out."

"True," I snickered, I couldn't deny the obviously throbbing erection jutting out of my belly.

She was full of herself now, she had her father nude, and I was horny, and this was going to happen. Slithering on her bed until she was almost lying on her bed, only her head propped up by a pillow, her slim thighs were spread wide to the sides, her legs bent, showing off her pretty teenage vagina to her perverted daddy. "You wanna touch me, Daddy?" Her body was undulating, slowly rotating her slim hips as her cunt sizzled between those spread-open thighs. "I want you to touch me, Daddy -- I'm sooo wet."

Seeing my eyes locked on her cunt, my aroused daughter slipped a hand to her pussy, prying open her pink lips. A stiff finger on her other hand reached down, rubbing her exposed clitoris, rubbing that little wet fleshy knob around softly, making her groan and her eyes half-close. "Ohhh, fuck, Daddy, I'm wet," she repeated, rubbing her clit more. Then her blue eyes looked up at me, seeing the hunger in my face, and she raised her finger to her mouth. I watched my daughter lick her own cuntjuices off of her fingertip, salivating on the flavor. "Mmmm," she reported to me of tasting herself.

Watching her touch her pussy had turned me on terribly well. "Maybe," I suggested, just standing there on the floor still, gazing down at her nude body, "you can just let me watch you, a bit?"

"Ohh yeah!" She liked the idea, sliding a hand down to her cunt again, rubbing her vaginal lips up and down with two parallel fingers and spreading her juices on herself. "Mmm, you like watching me?" Her fingertip with bright red nail polish found her pussyhole, and my horny daughter slipped her finger in a knuckle deep, making her tits shiver and her eyes flutter. "Ohhh, Daddy, I'm sooo horny!" Her finger went in a bit deeper. "And tight!" The blonde slut began finger-fucking herself with that one finger, going two knuckles deep, then all the way inside, until the rest of her knuckles were pressed against her cuntlips. Writhing with more fervor, she began fucking herself for my pleasure, pumping that wet finger in and out. "Uhhhh, fuck, yeah!" Gasping, those blue eyes closing, her spread-open, creamy thighs started to moisten with juices flowing out of her twat, as she began filling that hole with two fingers.

Those blue eyes opened, gazing at me transfixed at the sight. "Mmm, you sure you just wanna watch, Daddy?" She pulled her wet finger out of her cunt, holding it in the air, offering it to me. "You wanna taste?"

I did. I crawled onto her bed, leaning down, taking her thin, teenage finger into my mouth. Fuck, I was tasting my daughter's cunt! It was musky, fishy, delicious. Such a turn-on. I sucked her finger more, almost giving it a blowjob, smiling down at her. She was grinning at me, a toothy smile, continuing to writhe in sexual energy on the bed.

"Mmm, niiiice," I gasped, sitting upright on my knees on the bed, my dick aching for her.

Heather knew what she wanted. She laid back even more on the bed, head flat too, her 19 year old hands on her knees, prying her legs completely to the side, her cunt offered to her father. "Daddy," she grunted urgently, "eat me -- lick my pussy -- Daddy, I'm sooo wet!"

I was already moving there. "Yes, baby," I purred, mouth diving to my coed daughter's wet snatch.

My tongue hit her pussy hard, coarsely licking from the bottom to the top of her lips, over her clitoris. She squealed, pushing her ass up, keeping contact with my tongue until the last moment. She tasted dirty and nasty, delicious, I wanted her so badly. Wrapping my lips around her clit I started sucking that little knob ferociously, lapping at it with my tongue, then just sawing my tongue over it while she wiggled her flat hips rapidly under my face. I had to grab her buttocks with both hands, fondling my daughter's butt for the first time, munching on her clit while groping those smooth, soft asscheeks. Her juices were already saturating my face. Pumping my tongue against her clit, driving her arousal upwards, I released a hand from her ass and reached to her tits. I began squeezing and fondling her boobs now, those awesome, C-cup, 19 year old breasts, which I'd been eyeing for eons and now, finally, got to touch. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into daddy's molesting hands, while her father's tongue was ferociously licking around her clit and cunt.

"Daddy!" screamed my blonde daughter, more gasping than speaking, "ohhhhh, Daddy!"

For a moment, I pulled my head up, admiring the sight. Heather, lying back, her eyes heavy with desire, pulling her creamy thighs as wide open as she could for me. Her incredible, teenage vagina wasn't my daughter's -- it was the wet hole of a horny tramp, a sex-hungry little bitch who needed to get off with her man.

Daddy gave his princess what she wanted, a powerful tongue-fucking. With my hands wandering over her tits and ass to feel her soft, sensuous flesh, my mouth firmly planted itself on her twat to drive her over the edge or orgasm, thrice. The first time, my lips and tongue concentrated on her pink, fleshy clitoris, sucking and teasing it, rapidly flicking it around too, squeezing it between lips at times. She panted, then shrieked, then her body went stiff and her cunthole leaked a small stream of her juices while she erupted in her first orgasm. I kept her clit in my clenched mouth for that, almost biting on it as she cummed. Then, as soon as it subsided, I licked down to the hole of her pussy and filled that teen cunt with her father's tongue. Her hands gripped her knees even more tightly, so she had leverage to really yank open her thighs for me as she stared down at her daddy performing cunnilingus on her. My daughter panted heavily, each breath a loud draw of air into her slim torso, moaning in delight while she felt my tongue probing into her vagina. That sexy hole was warm, and wet, and silky, so inviting for my tongue. With juices lathering on my lips and chin, I drove my pink tongue as far inside Heather's pussy as I could, stretching it inside for her, feeling her grind her pelvis against my face and hump my tongue. Pumping my tongue in and out, I built a rhythm while she circled her hips wildly, bucking back and forth, crying out again. Her second orgasm flooded my mouth with juices, which I promptly swallowed quickly, only to have a second mouthful of her teen juice flood into my mouth again.




Lilac's Sluts: Heather Does Daddy



My cock was on fire, almost cumming in mid-air, so turned on that I was making my gorgeous, sexy blonde daughter orgasm from just my tongue. I loved her so much, and suddenly was even more infatuated with her from becoming one of her lovers now.

Continuing to lick her pussy, I had my tongue pull out and lap juices off her soft, pink pussylips, then I lapped down a stream of the juice to a pool of it over her butthole. I hadn't ever licked a girl's ass before, but I have to say -- hers sure seemed inviting. Clean, puckered, lightly brown, and smelling sweet. With her pussyjuice coating it, I couldn't resist. She kept her legs spread wide open for me, howling in delight, feeling her father's tongue licking around her ass then lightly penetrating it. My nose was rubbing her cunt, and her hips were wildly gyrating in circles. Following the rim job that lasted a few minutes, I returned my tongue to her pussy -- and, as soon as I stuck it inside that cummy hole, Heather screamed and her body shook, and she exhaled with a third orgasm of the night.

As she came down from that last orgasm, my daughter decided it was time for us to take this daddy/daughter, incestuous sex to its ultimate limit. Her tone was urgent, she was breathless, she didn't want an argument. "Daddy," she snarled, "I'm so horny -- fuck me -- fuck me, Daddy, stick your big dick in me!" Her hand reached to my penis, groping it, squeezing more precum out of it. Her blue eyes opened all the way, and finding energy for the moment, she snapped at me, "I need you to FUCK me, Daddy!"

Snickering, I acted like I was right. "I told you that would end up happening." I was already crawling over her, being pulled by her hand around my dick, moving on the cramped bed until I was kneeling beneath her spread-open thighs, lowering my cock to her cunt, dying to fuck her just as she wanted.

My daughter gripped both of her knees from the undersides, able now to open herself completely, her feet and legs opened for me to fuck her -- the position of total abandon by a man, the ultimate offer for a male to fuck her very womanly hole. As she felt my dick rubbing her wet, teen cuntlips, her voice quivered with desperate anxiety. "Fuck me!" she repeated urgently, staring at my eyes. But, as I was moving to enter her, she gasped out, "Know what, Daddy?"

I shook my head, holding my cock right at the magical spot, about to penetrate my own daughter with my dick. But I played along. "No, what?"

She had something she desperately wanted to tell me, before I fucked her. Squirming under me, knowing I was about to fuck her, she blurted out quickly, "Last month, a few weeks ago -- I saw a daddy fuck his daughter, for real, she was 18 -- Lilac and Ron -- we did a threesome, and he fucked his daughter -- it made me want to fuck YOU."

This girl was endless surprises. "Is that right?" I pushed my cockhead at her hole, not entering it yet, but all I needed to do was shove forward and we'd be having taboo, incestuous sex. I wasn't thinking about some other guy fucking his daughter, I wanted to fuck my own daughter.

Heather nodded, her legs wrapping around my waist, holding me above her petite figure. "Yeah -- I did -- now, fuck me, Daddy -- I want you so bad -- I know you want me too!"

IT WAS THAT MOMENT.

I was about to FUCK MY DAUGHTER.

With a grunt, I snickered, "Don't tell your mother" -- and I thrust my cock forward.

My penis sunk into my daughter's wet vagina. She was fucking tight! I winced, grunting again, not expecting her slutty pussy that had been screwed by other guys to be so tight around my smallish dick. But only about my dickhead fit into her twat at first; I had to thrust hard with my leg muscles burning and ass clenching, to jam a couple inches into that tight hole, ramming against the pressure, trying to stretch it open. I felt her slim legs around my waist, and as I looked down her big tits were shaking underneath me, her long nipples pointing up at me, while her eyes were on my face. I wondered, for a moment, what she often thought when a guy fucked her for the first time. And I wondered if those thoughts were different right now, since I was her father, not some horny college guy or some perverted married man unrelated to her.

"Daddy!" she gasped, her eyes adoringly gazing at me, "I love you, sooo much!"

Shit, hearing that made me feel amazing -- not just manly, but adored. Loved. The way only a daughter can make a father feel! And of all the times in her life she'd said it to me, this was the very most meaningful -- because, at that moment, my penis was fucking her cunt!

I'm not making it up, it was the best sex of my life. Ever, period. She was probably the hottest female I'd ever suck my dick in -- with that long blonde hair, her big tits, her skinny body, she was the kind of dream every male fantasizes about. Only, she was my daughter! She loved me implicitly, there was nothing I could do that would make her stop loving me, it was the ultimate form of love that every man desires. And now, even better, she was having sex with me too!

All that lust and love for my daughter translated into one very hot fucking I gave her. At first she remained on her back, on her twin-size bed with its uncomfortable mattress, offering her cunt to her daddy. Heather's slim fingers wrapped around her bony knees, keeping those thighs wide-open for me, allowing me to pound her hole with my fat cock. She was so fucking tight as I drove my meat into that cunt, feeling her juicy tube squeezing my cockhead and shaft inside her body. As I fucked that pressure-filled hole, her juices were bubbling up, making my cockshaft slimy and wet, lubricating me to more easily fuck her. Our eyes were locked together most of the time, both of us trembling at the powerful emotions of having sex with each other, but loving the feeling of my dick driving deeper into her vagina. I was completely inside her, my balls pressing against her slick, messy skin, giving my own daughter the full length of my penis. Heather loved it, screaming to an orgasm, spasming around my erection all the way inside her body.

Her words were the same, only even more energetic and meaningful. "Daddy, Daddy," she panted, pulling my face down to hers, "I love you!" Our mouths pressed together again, tongues dancing over each other, breaths exchanging lung to lung. As I began making out with Heather, my cock continued to drive in and out of her juicy cunt relentlessly, not merely grinding into her but pumping in and out. I loved her so much, I wanted her to be impressed with her father, even though I fully expected that I wasn't the hottest guy who'd ever fucked her. I wanted her to think, wow my Daddy sure can fuck me good. So, hammering at the pressures deep in her pussy, I shoved my dick inside that gorgeous hole over and over, using all my muscles and weight, really smashing myself into my daughter's body and making her bed and legs shake violently from the thrusting. I felt her legs wrap around my waist, holding onto me, then her feet travelled northward until they were over my shoulders, bending her backwards, lifting her ass off the sweat-soaked bedsheets. My cock, so stimulated by the totality of the incredible sex, was nearing its first orgasm. I was fighting it back, wanting to show my daughter the stamina I had in bed.

At this point we'd broken our kiss, I was leaning above her, staring down at those amazing teenage hooters on her chest, with the big nipples pointing upwards. The 19 year old tits were bouncing around, the meaty flesh shaking from her daddy's forceful fucking. Heather wiped some saliva from her kissable lips, then she grinned up at my face. "I love that you're fucking me, Daddy," sang my horny daughter, "this feels soooo good!" She saw the grin I returned to her, and she bit her lower lip before gasping her desire at me. "Daddy -- cum in my pussy, please, I'm on the Pill -- I want my daddy's cum deep in my pussy!"

How did she know I was wanting to cum? So now, authorized to ejaculate, I pushed her legs off my shoulders and pinned them to the bed, drawing a protest of moaning from my daughter. But able to ram my erection into the tightest depths of her college pussy, I grunted myself and felt the swelling in my balls. I was there, it was going to happen.

"Here I cum, babygirl!" I shouted, my eyes rolling, head spinning.

The first stream of semen erupted painfully through my cockhead, deep inside her twat as she wanted, shooting her daddy's babymaking sauce into my daughter's pussy. The same jism that made her about two decades ago, now was fucking her too. It was a massive, powerful cum, I was shooting load after load of my hot sperm inside Heather's wet, silky vagina, filling it with my orgasm, while above her I was sweating profusely, my muscles and limbs tensed, my whole body enjoying the climax.

I collapsed on her, kissing her, but unable to stop laughing. She began giggling too, both daddy and daughter humored by the sudden eruption of sexual energy. Heather was purring how great it was, and while I had to agree, I had another thought on my mind. "Don't tell your mother," I snickered in the middle of a messy, wet kiss with my daughter.

"Hmmm!" She pretended to think about it, kissing me more, before responding, "Well, if you keep fuckin' me like that, why would I want her to know and stop it?" Then, pushing herself away from me, my perverted daughter reached to her daddy's penis. She found it still most swollen, if only a bit tender, with sloppy residue of my cum inside her pussy drooling over my shaft. At first her hand stroked my dick, lathering that sperm and cuntjuice all over me, but then she twisted herself on the bed until her face was over my dick. As I lay back on her bed, she began mouthing me, cleaning off my penis, tasting the flavors of our sex. Fuck, she was getting me hard again! My little bitch knew how to use a cock -- college was definitely teaching her well.

Maybe a couple minutes later, not much longer, my blonde daughter was crawling over me, climbing onto her old man's body. Spreading her legs wide, she positioned her sloppy vagina over my fat cockhead, and sat back, her face wincing. We were fucking again, her pussy devouring my erection as she slid it deeper into her body.

Sitting upright on me, arching her back to proudly show off her boobs, my 19 year old blonde princess grinned with a prurient snare at her father. "You gonna let me fuck this big cock anytime I want at home now, Daddy?" Her hands were rubbing the hairs on my chest, feeling my manly physique as she began to ride me. "I love your dick!" Spying my eyes on her swaying breasts above me, and knowing that I was entranced by the sexy, soft firmness of those teenage tits, she leaned her torso towards my face. "And you can have my tits anytime you want, I know you like 'em."

Soon I was munching on her boobies, licking and sucking them back and forth, while my hands caressed her sweaty asscheeks and her tight, wet pussy was sliding up and down my erection. I heard her moaning above me, feeling her daddy's penis deep inside her cunt, and she was wiggling her pelvis erotically while humping me up and down. Heather even reached a hand to her clitoris, frigging it rapidly, drawing out an orgasm while I fucked her. She loved me nibbling on her hard nipples too, intensifying her orgasm.

She was riding me like that, both of us gasping and panting while the bed thumped against the wall, when her cellphone erupted with a playful ringtone. From the song the phone was chirping, Heather knew it was her roommate calling. Able to snatch the cellphone from her desk by leaning to the side, but not climbing off of me, she put the phone to her face while we were still fucking. "Hiya?" she spat at her roommate, breathless. I saw her listen to the phone a few seconds, before she gave a stern answer. "No, you can't," my daughter snapped with conviction, "not for, like, a while -- you should have brought it -- or just go buy a new one?" Then, a moment later, she said, "Yeah, with my own father -- well, I'll explain later -- we're, like -- yeah, you can't, so, see ya tomorrow, babe!" And then she nodded at something Jill said to her. "Yup, I gotta go, see ya, love ya!"

With my eyes on her big tits hovering over me while she rode my erection, I casually asked my daughter to explain the call. Heather laughed, lowering her chest to my face again, pushing her left boob into her daddy's mouth. "Mmm, she forgot her fancy razor -- she wanted to come back -- and so, like, I said no."

My cock almost swelled double in size, not believing she'd just told her roommate that she and I were having sex. "So, now Jill knows too?"

The horny daughter riding her father's penis cowgirl-style snickered. "Oh, she told me you're hot, and I should fuck you -- she said, if she had a hot daddy like you, she'd do ya."

That made me smile -- now I was a "hot" daddy too!

* * * * *

An hour or more later, something like that, I was still in Heather's bed in her dorm room. Still nude, lying on my side facing my naked, 19 year old daughter. My cock was spent from three orgasms, and my daughter's pussy was filled with two loads of my sperm, the other load drying in splatters on her big tits and flat tummy.

Both covered in sweat too, panting from hot fucking, we were cuddling, arms around each other, my semi-hard, sloppy penis brushing her skin of her abdomen, while we moaned and caressed each other. Enjoying the fact that we both loved fucking one another. 

I found myself thinking about what she had told me earlier -- that she had a threesome with two other blondes that morning, and the night before, she fucked not one but two adult men. I couldn't repress a chuckle, and of course she asked what was so funny. So I had to ask.

"You gotta tell me," I said, feeling like since I was fucking her now, my daughter's sex life was an open book to me, "more about last night and this morning -- you said you did it with two different men last night? And then two girls this morning?" Even just saying it made me get more hard, despite having been fucking her for a while. "How did all that happen?"

So she told me, and as I asked her questions, she painted the picture for me.

Basically, it started earlier in the week. There was a very pretty brunette in her Am. Lit. class, some other sophomore named Chanie, or something like that. They were in a "study group" together, at a coffee shop or pizza joint one afternoon or something like that. As the group broke up, my horny daughter basically pulled this hot brunette aside and said something like, hey don't take this the wrong way, but I find you totally hot, do you wanna go make out? Just like that -- she asked to make out with another chick. Chanie, it turned out, was not a novice at girl/girl sex. So Chanie and Heather hooked up that afternoon or evening, making out in the back seat of Chanie's car, then later finger-fucking each other in a deserted corner of the graduate school library. Ah, college girls.

So Heather found out Chanie was occasionally doing girl/girl sex with her own roommate, some track athlete named Holly. And of course Heather was doing the same with her own roommate, Jill. There were saying something like, we need to get an all-girl foursome together. Chanie told Heather, well actually Holly and I are doing a small orgy this Friday night with some friends, you wanna come? Jill had plans to be with her boyfriend and his parents, but Heather said, sounds different! I couldn't believe it, my own daughter went to an ORGY. Yes, just hearing it made my cock get even harder, heading back to being ready to fuck her again -- even after having cum three times already that evening.

By happenstance, the orgy ended up being mostly females. Two adult men were bringing together some college girls they liked to fuck. One guy was one of the assistant coaches on the football team, his first name was Carl. He was friends with a rich booster of the school, some married, hot stud named Thom. Carl brought along his cheerleader girlfriend, a blonde junior named Angela, and Thom brought his regular girlfriend, a 20 year old, slim Chinese chick (who had bleached her hair platinum blonde) named Giana. All the men knew was, it would be a foursome with them and the two college girls. But Angela invited Holly, whom she had done in a threesome with the coach before, then Holly invited her roommate Chanie, and Chanie invited Heather. And meanwhile, Thom's girlfriend Giana invited one of her friends, some other blonde named Alexis. Heather said, it was something of a surprise when they all wound up in Angela's apartment -- six coeds and the two, hot adult men.

I couldn't wait to hear the details, as she told me about it. The men were already topless and taking turns making out with Angela when Chanie, Holly and Heather arrived at the "party." Then five minutes later, Giana showed up with Alexis at her side. The guys were like -- well, you can imagine! Hey, six hot college girls (five of them blonde) and only the two of us? Fuck, yes! I was jealous (and extremely hard) hearing about it. Heather said, Thom instantly wanted to get it on with Chanie, the gorgeous brunette, while Holly jumped over to get the coach's big cock first. The men each grabbed another girl so that two threesomes were going on the bed, leaving Heather standing there with Thom's blonde Chinese girlfriend, Giana. My daughter told me, Giana looked at her and said, what are we waiting for, let's strip and fuck. So at the end of the bed, with the other six people fucking on the bed, my daughter and Giana got nude and started doing a "69," even though she hadn't known this girl for more than about two minutes.

"Daddy," Heather told me proudly, her hand massaging my hardened erection while she related the details of the story, "I can't believe what a slut I was -- I fucked both guys, and every pussy, it was like non-stop fucking for a couple hours until the men had to go home to their wives."

Knowing what a hot college slut she was, her father wanted to fuck her yet again. I could feel my dick aching for her tight pussy. But I wanted to hear about how she ended up in bed with two of the blondes that morning. So I asked, and she continued. Heather said, after the men and Giana left, Angela offered any of the other girls to stay over and continue the party. Chanie and Holly left though, leaving Heather and Alexis behind. All three blondes were having fun with the vibrators and strap-ons in Angela's bedroom, and after fucking each other until about 2 in the morning, they crashed together on Angela's queen-size bed.

Then when the woke up, Heather knew she had to be going back to her dorm room to get ready to meet me for breakfast. But Alexis and Angela started going at it again, and they told Heather she needed to stay to continue the threesome. My horny daughter chose fucking two girls over getting ready to see me, so she stayed at the apartment and screwed Alexis and Angela until the last possible minute, before running out to meet me for breakfast.

Wow, oh wow, I said to Heather, aching to fuck her, so turned on by what she did. Heather wasn't blushing, she was proud of being a slut -- she really did love sex, as she told me.

So I had to know, and I asked if she'd tell me the first time she got it on with another girl. Heather pointedly told me news I didn't know -- that she and Jill fucked each other the past year, when they were freshman. I wanted details. Heather giggled at me, telling me I was "silly," but she told me anyway. They were in the community showers together, one nameless morning, and realized each girl was checking out the other girl's body in the shower. A couple days later they were eating dinner with a group in the dorm cafeteria, until just Heather and Jill were left there. They went back to Jill's dorm room, just talking and hanging out, then it just sort of happened. Experimenting like college kids are known to do, they began kissing lightly, making out, then fondling each other's tits and butts through their clothing. Heather said, Jill said something like, "I'm not gay but if you want, we can fuck each other, I've never done it with a girl." Heather was so turned on, she said she definitely wanted to try it. So they stripped, eat each other's pussies, and used Jill's dildos on each other. And Heather and Jill were hooked on it, fucking each other time to time that year, and deciding to live together as roommates their sophomore year so they could fuck each other regularly.




Lilac's Sluts: Heather Does Daddy



"So you're like dating Jill?" I asked her. Heather shook her head. No, Jill has a regular boyfriend, and Heather does whom she pleases. But, my daughter told me, at night one of the two might say, I'm horny; or sometime during the day one of the two will say to the other their code words -- "So is tonight a good night?" And pretty much, they don't refuse each other, and fuck and eat each other until sleeping sometimes in the same bed, or separating.

I was so impressed my hot blonde daughter was a bisexual slut, fucking Jill and these other girls, I told her something like, "You're the hottest lesbian I've ever met, honey!"

Heather mildly smacked my meaty asscheek, correcting me immediately. "I'm not a lez," she said adamantly, but softly, with a hushed voice. "No no no, I looove men more -- I told you that." Then she rattled off the names of males she'd had sex with at college -- Brad, Mike, Michael (different guy), the guy at the Alpha Beta frat party, Ron, Devin, Shane, Carl, Thom. Yeah, she was quite the cockslut for hung college guys and older men!

Which, immediately, left me thinking about . . . me!

"So how's this work," I asked her, rubbing my cock against her soft belly, "are we an 'item' now, or is this a one-time thing?" (No, I still can't believe to this day that I asked my own slutty daughter that question.)

"Mmm, Daddy!" She pressed her soft lips into mine, a loving, adoring kiss. "You are so NOT a one-time thing -- I want to fuck you all the time, when I'm home!"

A grin shot across my face. The fantasy of fucking Heather all the time at home -- when my wife was out of the house, or even behind her back in a different room or late at night -- seemed incredibly thrilling and perverse to me. I was a pervert at heart, I loved it. "Actually," I told her honestly, kissing her back before speaking, "that's really hot."

She grinned, too, moaning contentedly. Her slim, nude body snuggled up closer to me, and lying on her side she lifted her top leg to hook over mine, so her crotch was exposed, and her wet, shaved vagina brushed my sweaty balls. "And, Daddy -- do you want to fuck any of my girlfriends, or watch me fuck them? I can arrange that, if you want!"

Shit! Not only could I fuck my daughter, but I could have sex with other college girls, and threesomes with them! This was unreal, it was beyond a fantasy, I'd never even dared dream anything like that before. "Wow, aren't you special!" I kissed her hard on her forehead. "That's insanely hot -- but, wouldn't you be jealous if I did?" Frankly, if she offered, it seemed I didn't need to ask, right? But I'm her father, I care how she feels.

"Yeah, I guess a little," she confided in me sheepishly, scooting even closer to my body as we lay facing each other on her bed on sweaty, disheveled bedsheets, "but if you still fuck me, I really wouldn't mind, and I know you'd love it -- I wanna let you have some fun!"

I laughed so hard at a thought, I actually coughed first. "Well," I said when I recovered, "I'm a guy, it definitely would be fun."

Then, my daughter paused, growing quiet a moment, and she revealed even more about herself -- although, this time, I sort of knew. Somewhat. "Daddy," she mumbled, her blue eyes not looking at me for a moment, "I have to tell you a secret."

Like there was more? "Okay -- what?"

She gathered her breath, paused again, then blurted it out. "I, uhhh -- well, I've been fucking Uncle Jake." She seemed sad about it, but she defended herself immediately. "I couldn't help it -- he's sooo hot, and I was home alone, and like, it just happened -- it's not his fault, I mean -- I just--"

"Shhh!" I kissed her forehead, then her lips, shutting her up. "I know, baby -- actually, I kind of guessed you were."

"Really?" My daughter lovingly blinked at me, staring into my grownup eyes with her blue teenage eyes. "You aren't mad?"

I had never been mad about it, but I did have mixed emotions. Lying nude with Heather, though, having just fucked her, I admitted to myself -- and her -- the main emotion I felt. "Honestly," I said with my own quiet voice, "I'm not mad, but jealous -- or, I should say, I WAS jealous."

"Oh, shit, Daddy!" My daughter suddenly pushed me backwards, so I rolled onto my back on her bed, and she slipped her slim torso and big tits over my chest, her face hovering above mine, while her hips and legs were still on the bed to my side. "You don't ever have to be jealous -- I love you, you're my awesome father, and now you can fuck me anytime you want when I'm home!"

Playfully, kissing my lips briefly, she slipped her body upwards more, sliding her creamy white, C-cup tits over my mouth. Feeding me one of her nipples, she gazed down at her father as I sucked her breast and licked her stiff nipple in my wet, warm mouth, while my hand reached down to cup and grope her nude buttocks. She purred in delight as I suckled that tit, then she moved to the side so I could lick and suck her other breast. Then, she told me something else she'd done in the past. 

"Daddy, do you remember when I went to Uncle Jake's beach house for Spring Break last year, with Jill?"

My mouth full of her teenage tit and my hand caressing her fabulous, nude butt, I rolled my eyes wondering what more I had to endure. "Uhhh -- yes?" I began getting all sorts of vivid ideas of what she might be about to tell me.

Oh, it was way more outrageous than I even remembered.

"Well," Heather giggled, continuing to push her boob into her father's open mouth, "it was like an all-week orgy -- Jill and me, and Jake, and his girlfriend, who's name I can't remember, but she was really hot -- and he had other friends over, guy friends, plus this one other girl who came by a few times, Carmen or something. It was like, we were naked like all the time, tanning, partying, fucking -- we'd be on the bed, all of us girls, legs spread, the guys going back and forth taking turns -- sex games -- Jake and two of his buddies were, like, using me, just me, for a couple hours too, one day, it was insanely fun!" She snickered as she related her perverted spring trip to her adoring father. "Jake wants me back this spring, with Jill or whomever -- do you wanna come?" I felt her hand reach around my super-hard penis, and she jerked it a little while continuing to feed me her tits. "You can watch your princess get fucked by three or more men, I'll be a little cumslut -- while you can get laid by three or more girls too, all by yourself -- wouldn't you love it?"