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No More Monkeys... Ch. 02

By: sirhugs



"Daddy, we're home," I heard Dulcie call from downstairs.

I quickly shut down the porn site I was watching in my office. Even after culminating my lust for my eighteen year old daughter Dulcie, I was uncomfortable flaunting my fascination with tight young barely legal bodies. 

As I closed the laptop, I wondered "we who?" Dulcie's older sister Carolyn was still away at college, not due home for a weekend until next month. Whoever was with my daughter, she obviously wanted me to head downstairs to greet them. 

I shrugged as I walked down the second floor hallway towards the stairs, passing Dulcie's room, pausing as always to gaze at her soft big bed, the source of what I still thought of as 'all my troubles'. If she had not insisted on bouncing childlike on her mattress, I could have resisted the urge to fuck my little girl. Even if she was as much the willing seducer as I was, I still felt a mixture of guilt and desire for more. 

Two weeks had passed. Dulcie was busy with cheerleading and school, seldom home to tease me with her taut athletic body. I found myself keeping to myself in my den, working sometimes, but mainly compulsively surfing porn, searching in vain for images that burned the memories of fucking Dulcie out of my brain. Instead, I found myself comparing photos and videos to my daughter, and found none of them to be nearly as hot. No slut was as depraved as my tarnished little angel. Finally, I even resorted to interactive live webcams, role playing with young beauties, but they could not match Dulcie's pouty desire, or the wanton lust unleashed after we succumbed to our forbidden passion. 

Dulcie's final words before I had drifted of to sleep kept replaying in my brain. 

"Did you hear that Jeanie's home next weekend? Maybe we should invite her over to use the pool..." my baby had suggested.

But she had also said we would fuck more the next morning, only to have left for cheerleading practice before I awoke, and had not come home until after midnight. I had kept my distance, and waited for her next move. She had not even brought up the subject of our incestuous activity. Though as a parent I suppose I should have prompted a discussion of the wrongness involved, to make sure she bore no emotional scars, I honestly was just too ashamed. And even more ashamed about how I kept masturbating to my memories of how sweet my daughter tasted, how her cunt clutched at my cock, how her ass ate my finger. 

Jeanie was one of Carolyn's friends, a fellow cheerleader, but she was away attending a different college. I blamed Jeanie to some extent for my transgression with Dulcie. She was nubile, in a more obvious way than either of my daughters -- pneumatic breasts, blonde ponytail, but still, hips more boyish than ripe which none the less swished about as if to say "we swivel like this because we love cock."

While hanging out at our house, while using our trampoline, or pool, and rubbing up against me in the kitchen, Jeanie had vamped me repeatedly. Her attitude had driven me to extreme lust, which I had not been able to hide from Dulcie. That knowledge had in turn encouraged Dulcie to seduce me. Or to allow me to seduce her -- our respective responsibility for ending up fucking and sucking was unclear. This ambiguity made me think about what happened even more. All I knew for sure was that it had left me a mess -- embarrassed, ashamed, but still incredibly turned on. The more I thought about how cute Dulcie had looked, bouncing on her bed, and then touching my cock, the harder I came. Thoughts if how she had then sucked me like a lollipop, swallowing me seed... if I allowed my thoughts to go further, I would orgasm again, and that was just compounding the wrongness of it all.

Instead, I had made a mantra out of repeating "she's a good little monkey...no more bouncing on the bed."

And there had not been. Dulcie had initiated our fateful encounter by re-enacting her and Carolyn's childhood pleasure of jumping up and down on the mattress until I had gone in to say "No more monkeys bouncing on the bed."

Of course, when they were little girls, Dulcie had not worn see through nighties, or had such tempting titties. Thinking of those younger days, of my good little monkey usually distracted me enough that my cock shrank and I could concentrate on my work. If it didn't, I tried thinking about Jeanie, who was not my daughter, and was known to be a slut. 

I had no guilt filling my fist with goo while dreams of Jeanie played in my brain, which had happened fairly often over the past few weeks. Fortunately, Dulcie's busy senior year schedule of school, gymnastic and cheerleading prevented any further embarrassing encounters where she overheard my self gratification. I wished that she would start dating more often. Maybe if she was having sex with guys her own age, I would not worry about how she felt about our fucking. Perhaps the trauma had ruined her life, though she did seem as cheerful as ever. If anything, there was a little extra spring in her step. 

Like other athletic young women, Dulcie dressed casually, frequently in work out clothes, layered so that she could adjust as her body warmed up. I was quickly getting used to her bouncing through the patio doors into the kitchen with her spandex pasted to her flesh by perspiration. Her sports bras flattened her chest, and only occasionally the wetness made the fabric see through enough that the shadows of her areolae stared at me. 

"Hi Daddy," she would always say, grinning at me, eyes twinkling. 

She would pause, body near enough that I could feel the heat. Standing on tiptoes, she would peck me on the cheek. Sometimes, her side would brush against my arm or my chest, and I would sense the weight as her full breast rub me. When Jeanie used to press too close, she was vamping me, but in spite of our incestuous encounter, I still believed in Dulcie's innocence.

She just had gotten swept up in events. Like a snowball rolling downhill, my horniness and her curiosity made a flammable situation, and her bouncing on the bed had provided all the spark it needed to ignite. This rationalization stepped neatly past Dulcie's efforts to fuel the fire by building up the tension ever since Carolyn left for school, but it allowed me to retain my parental balance. In other words, to keep my pants on and keep my cock in those pants, at least when Dulcie might be around. 

When the house was empty, though, my cock seemed to spend increasing amounts of time in my fist, my fingers sliding up my shaft, bumping against the ridge at the bottom of the head, images of Jeanie dominating, though, shamefully, I sometimes pictured Carolyn or Dulcie. Those thoughts I persistently forced away, burying them deep in my psyche. Picturing Jeanie, so skinny but so large breasted, bouncing on the trampoline, sufficed to relieve my sexual frustration. 

"Dad, you need a girlfriend," Carolyn said every time she called. "It was great that you devoted yourself to us after Mom died, but we're almost grown up now. You shouldn't be alone."

Then she would pause, but always add, "...and I know you have needs. You need a woman to take care of them."

The last call had added a fresh ending. "A man can only go so long without sex."

I had grinned when she said that, comforted by the indication that Dulcie had not told her sister what a pervert their father was. Since it was never going to happen again, there was no need for Carolyn to know. Perhaps I would try dating though, just to throw her off the scent when she was home visiting. She was correct to that extent -- getting my hose drained regularly would, I hoped, reduce the ongoing distraction caused by Dulcie's casual sensuality. 

"Daaaaadddddyyyyy..." Dulcie shouted, snapping me back to reality. She always did have a petulant streak. Her mother's baby, and then mine. Still mine, if I dared. Or, truth be told, if she demanded. I knew there was little hope of my ever saying 'no' to Dulcie. 

I stood and walked out to the hallway, speaking as I approached the stairs.

"Don't shout, honey, I was working."

"Working, Daddy? On a Saturday? Or .....playing?" she giggled, low and lusty. A little extra emphasis on the last word. I wondered how her guest would interpret that.

I glanced down before heading down the stairs. My zipper was flat, not undone, no visible excitement, shirt tails casually loose all around. All good. I bounded down the stairs two at a time, perhaps unseemly for a man my age, but I felt a contact high from Dulcie's enthusiasm. 

Half way down, I saw Dulcie standing behind the center island in the kitchen. She was visible from her navel upwards. Those ripe young breasts she had used to seduce me two weeks prior were concealed and displayed all at once by a blue and white halter so snug it might as well have been painted on. Her nipples threatened to pierce the fabric, taunting me with memories of how tasty they were. 

Standing next to Dulcie was Jeanie. She was even more provocatively dressed than my daughter, her full tits spilling out of a bikini top which was comprised of only two tiny triangles of fabric levered upwards by a string tied behind her neck. The fall day was too cool for this abbreviated clothing, so Jeanie's nipples were even more obviously erect than Dulcie's, tenting each triangle. The poor tie strained so tightly that there was a visible gap between the slope of her breasts and the string, which screamed "If I breathe heavily, my girls will tumble free. I know that you want to see that. I have the power, and plan to use it."

All my hope of keeping my cock under control vanished in that moment. I felt the blood flooding to my groin, and knew that the swelling would quickly be straining the front of my pants. I paused on the top stair, unsure whether I ought to proceed further and expose my reaction. Maybe if I waited, it would subside. Not likely though -- Jeanie was looking just too fuckable. Most likely, I would be engorged until she left my sight. Even then, I was already trying to calculate a way to sneak off for self relief because hormonal rebalancing might be the ultimate solution to this problem. 

"Hi, Daddddy," Jeanie grinned and giggled, imitating Dulcie. I smiled back, politely, and started walking again, slowly, willing my heart to slow to a normal pace. Soon, I was stepping off the bottom stair. 

As I descended, I noticed that Jeanie was wearing more than just a matching bikini bottom. I tore my eyes off of her nearly naked tits and forced them down. Her hips were wrapped in a sheer print sarong, the sunlight shining through; much more sensuous than if she had been naked. She held a big straw hat in both hands, covering her midsection, so I could not tell what was beneath the sarong.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Jeanie spun the hat up onto the counter top, but moved so fast that further inspection of her attire was impossible. She flung her arms out wide, bounding towards me, and leapt the final five feet between us. I automatically stuck my arms out to catch her, though her gymnastics training would probably have helped her more than my fumbling hands. 

Jeanie's hair brushed past my cheek, and then I felt the warmth of her breath on my ear and her cheek pressed to mine. I did not even process this invasion before feeling her chest compressing against me, the nipples drilling hard against my shirt, rubbing along my ribs. Her hands slid smoothly under mine, wrapping around my back, holding us tight. She had opened her legs wide as she jumped, and her feet locked behind my knees, pressing her thighs against mine. I could feel the curve of her stomach against my cock. Any reduction in my erection vanished. I was once again at full mast. 

My hands instinctively curved behind her, grasping her shoulder blades. Her skin was slick with lotion, and my grip was loose, so as Jeanie writhed against me, my hands slid down her back. I did not want to grab her ass, so shifted them upwards, but they kept sliding, like I was rubbing her back on purpose.

This all likely lasted only a second or two -- time is elastic at moments of stress. Then Jeanie released her feet from behind me. As she slid back to the floor, her lips grazed my cheek, planting just a hint of a kiss. Her hands grasped my upper arms, perhaps to steady her landing.

"My what big biceps you have, Daddy," she giggled again.

"All the better to bounce you with my dear," Dulcie replied in a mock deep daddy voice. I was speechless. 

Jeanie was still standing in my personal space. With each breath, I felt her chest fill and brush those tantalizing nipples lightly against my shirt. She was looking up at me, face a few inches below my chin, displaying a goofy girlish grin. 

"Nice to see you, Jeanie," I finally stammered. "Just home for the weekend?"

Instinctively, I tried stepping back to create separation, but the stairs bumped behind my ankles, so I tottered awkwardly, which matched the inner confusion between my brain and my balls. I must have nodded off; this had to be a dream.

Jeanie seemed to wriggle her hips a little extra before stepping back. My hardness was intense against her flesh, only my clothes preventing precum from rubbing directly on her tanned belly where it curved up from above the low slung sarong. 

"Cheerleading competition. Too bad Caro decided to give up cheering and focus on her studies, or it would be just like old times here."

Two fingers twirled a lock of my hair behind my ear, casually, intimately, as Jeanie turned. "Still water in the pool I see. I'm looking forward to a swim. Later."

"After what?" I wanted to ask, but could not force the words out. 

"First, we're going to my room, to giggle like little girls. I want Jeanie to tell me all about college life," Dulcie answered my unspoken question. My daughter always could read my mind. 

"And college boys?" I teased back. 

Both girls giggled until they were a bit out of control, Jeanie crossing her arms across her belly and tilting forward, still only about a foot from me, and turned enough that I had a perfect view of the seemingly endless valley between her tits. 

"Them too," Jeanie agreed once the laughter subsided, turning back to grin goofily up at me again. "But I'll also make sure that she knows that college boys are nothing like real men."

I was pretty sure that Jeanie winked at me before she twirled away, sarong flying up to show off her toned legs. There was another fit of giggling from the girls. As Dulcie raised her hands to cover her mouth, her elbows mashed her tits together, drawing my eyes to her exposed cleavage. I could not help but recall how much I had enjoyed burrowing my face deep into that valley. My cock swelled fuller in recollection of how much it had enjoyed Dulcie's other treats. There was no longer any doubt that if either girl bothered to look, my erection was plainly visible, straining the zipper, begging to be unleashed. 

Jeanie grabbed Dulcie's hand as my daughter stepped out from behind the counter. I saw that Dulcie was dressed in typical casual shorts, her summer tan not quite faded, but no tan lines visible because the shorts covered more than the bikinis she wore while sunning by the pool. 

Even though it is Dulcie's home, Jeanie led the way up the stairs towards Dulcie's bedroom. I tried to step aside, but the girls were moving quickly. They might have had enough room to go up the other side of the staircase, avoiding bodily contact, but either they were rushing too much, just didn't care, or wanted to tease me further. 

Jeanie led the way. Her hip brushed against mine, and then she twisted her body just enough to rub her pelvis against my erection, just for an instant, almost as if it was an accident, just in the same way she used to bump me with her breast. She kept on moving, grinning, but not making eye contact. 

"Oh, sorry," she giggled. 

Her left arm still trailed behind her, holding Dulcie's hand. She tugged my daughter along as she began climbing the stairs. 

Dulcie was less subtle, her eyes fixing on mine as she followed her sister's friendly rival towards her bedroom. The way that Jeanie held her forced Dulcie to pass in front of me and step around. Maybe she could have stepped right earlier, doing some nifty footwork -- she had the dance training - but she passed so close that I briefly felt the warmth of her body, smelled her shampoo, and possibly felt the hint of hard nipples brushing against my chest. Her shoulder and upper arm bumped mine. Only then did she take a half step back, and turn.

"Sorry, Daddy, I guess you should have moved." She teased. 

I held my breath, waiting for her hand to caress my crotch. If forced under oath to testify that she groped me, I might have to admit that perhaps it did not quite happen. Her hand dropped along my belly certainly, the edge of her palm tracing my shape, and fingers dancing until she reached below my belt line. She straightened her arm, so that hand fell lower, but she was in motion, and maybe she grazed where my pants strained to contain my fat cock, but maybe she didn't. My cock and my brain disagreed. My cock has always been an optimist. 

"See you later, Daddy-o," Jeanie teased from behind me as she led Dulcie up the stairs, both giggling as they went. 

After my heart slowed a bit, I turned slowly, just in time to admire the tautness of my daughter's ass as she reached the top of the stairs and turned out of sight. Her head was tucked by Jeanie's shoulder, and it was possible that her hand was gazing the older girl's ass. The throbbing of my cock also reflected my appreciation of her well muscled calves, the last bit I watched disappear. 

My cock continued to ache, its stiffness unabated. I needed relief. Since I was only in the kitchen because the girls had called me downstairs, apparently just to tease me, they could hardly object if I returned to my office. With my door shut, I should be able to get off without being obvious about it. Once my hormones were adjusted, I'd be able to watch the girls sunning without embarrassing discomfort. 

Dulcie's room was almost at the top of the stairs, and I had to pass it on my way to my den. I noticed that they had not closed the door. I slowed a bit as I passed, trying not to be obvious about looking at the girls, and knowing that if I stopped, my erection would be even more painful. If they turned to talk to me, they would be staring right at it. 

Jeanie was sprawled across the bed diagonally, her head towards the foot of the bed, her leg extended off the mattress towards the door. She lay on her left side, elbow down, and arm supporting her head. The sarong had fallen open, exposing her bare bronzed leg right to the hip. If she was wearing either panties or swim suit underneath, it would have had to be of the thong variety. All I could see was young womanly flesh. 

Her positioning squished her bountiful boobs and more than a mouthful was spilling out of the top, bottom and sides of the bikini top. The tiny triangle on the right side had slid out of position, and from the doorway, her nipple was plainly visible. Even from ten feet or so away, I could tell that it was excited. This pleased my cock, but the few sane parental thoughts in my brain fought back, wondering whether I ought to be concerned about this display of sexual excitement in the presence of my youthful daughter.

'She's over eighteen, she's all grown up now,' the other voice in my head argued. Then, that devil snickered. 'She proved that when she fucked you. You can hardly expect her to be innocent after that.' 

I shifted my gaze to Dulcie, trying to resolve my internal conflict. She squatted on the bed, in her favourite pose -- the same way she landed after bouncing on the bed, legs folded under her butt. I had a momentary flashback to how she looked on the night we had sex, wearing girlish baby doll pyjamas. Of course, the sheer see through fabric had displayed all of her assets to me then. I smiled that her halter and shorts were relatively modest today, especially when compared with Jeanie's attire. 


No More Monkeys... Ch. 02



Dulcie was giggling at whatever Jeanie had just said, and then chewed her lower lip, just like she had been doing since she was a preschooler. In spite of myself, my hand drifted to my crotch, just likely brushing where my hardness stretched my pants. 

As Jeanie looked towards Dulcie, she must have noticed my movement out of the corner of her eye. As she spoke, I hastily moved my arm upwards, covering my mouth like I had to cough, but it probably just added to the focus on my problematic prick.

"I hope that whatever you have isn't contagious, Daddy-o," Jeanie laughed. "I'd hate to catch it."

Dulcie laughed, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she doubled over with growing gales of giggles. Her tits surged out of all the edges of her halter. I noticed the lack of tan lines. In the few weeks since our encounter, I guess she had been sunning topless, though if it had been out by our pool, I think I would have noticed. My cock certainly noticed the attractive tone now. I did not dare to glance at it, so I could only pray that it had not grown past the top of my pants. Peeking in on the girls was bad enough without my cock peeking out at them. 

"Maybe Daddy would like you to catch it though, Jeanie," Dulcie finally was able to reply as her laughter subsided. 

She had barely glanced in my direction, so unlike Jeanie, perhaps my daughter was unaware of my painful predicament. I could not help but notice that Dulcie seemed to be as entranced by Jeanie's improbable display of tits as I was, and that Jeanie was distracted from my discomfort, staring at Dulcie's cleavage. Jeanie's tongue involuntarily flitted out of her mouth and wet her bottom lip. I instantly recalled a "closing the sale" course years ago where some pop psychologist had explained that this was a sure sign of lust, and that once we had our target licking that lower lip, all we had to do was reel the fish in. Up until this point, I had assumed that it was me that Jeanie was fishing for. Now, I was unsure -- as if I did not have enough things to be unsure about already. 

"S...sorry to interrupt," I managed to stammer, provoking more girly giggling. 

"Oh, Daddy, nothing happening here..." Dulcie replied.

"So, as they always say in the cop shows, just move along...."

They dissolved in my laughter, turning in towards each other, my existence banished from their thoughts. 

"Should I close the door?" I asked.

"No need, daddy. Like I said, nothing happening here..." Dulcie looked up.

"...maybe you need to close YOUR door though," Jeanie taunted. "If you can grab onto the knob just right. Not too loose, not too tight."

More laughter, this time so strong that Dulcie tipped forward, her hair covering her angelic face as her head lay on Jeanie's shoulder. She was still slumped over like that when I turned to walk down the hallway. I did not want to see whether or not she reached her hand over and touched Jeanie's leg for support. 

In my mind, she did so, and that led to her stroking up that inviting thigh... I gave my head a vigourous shake, trying to clear my brain of those disturbing images. The worst part was that I knew that watching would turn me on even more than I already was. I knew that seeing them caress each other would render me unable to resist taking my cock into my fist and masturbating right in front of them, until my seed spilled and splattered onto their skin. 

I hurried to my den, pausing just long enough to grab a used towel out of the hamper in the bathroom, to use as a receptacle for my seed. Dulcie was too captivated by entertaining her older sister's friend to ask me why I was taking a dirty towel to my room. Two more steps took me inside the den. I closed the door behind me, imagining but not actually hearing Jeanie's laughter at the accuracy of her prediction. 

Many days after looking at my daughter, I ended up rushing to this private space to relieve my frustration, frantically searching the internet for a video or photo of some other young woman so that when I came, the image of Dulcie would not be emblazoned on my eyeballs. All too often, I opened my eyes after climaxing only to realize that the gal on the monitor was a ringer for my daughter. I was less conflicted the days that I discovered a top heavy young blonde slut who resembled Jeanie. 

With Jeanie just down the hall, in Dulcie's room, it was difficult not to just close my eyes and imagine Dulcie rubbing Jeanie's leg as Carolyn's friend, older, more experienced, sluttier, stroked my almost innocent daughter's hair, cooing into her ear. My zipper was open and my hand was around my shaft even before I turned on my computer. I imagined Jeanie rolling onto her back, her sarong falling open, revealing nakedness underneath.

"Good thing I decided to just carry the bikini bottoms in my bag, Dulcie," she might be saying, her fingers stroking her pussy, which of course must be shaved. "My juices would have stained them too much to wear later in the pool in front of your Dad."

"He wouldn't mind," Dulcie might answer.

"Oh, I bet he wouldn't mind if I just went bottomless."

On cue, my jerking off was punctuated by the peels of laughter permeating through the walls. I might not quite have the dialogue right, but I had the tone of Jeanie's visit figured out.

My hand kept moving up and down my shaft, my baby finger caressing my scrotum every second or third stroke. It was no longer a matter of wanting to orgasm, but of needing to. Maybe if I came now, I could safely join the girls by the pool. At my age, a second involuntary erection so quickly after climax was unlikely. 

I closed my eyes and imagined Jeanie sunning by the pool, those tits proving they were natural by flopping just a bit out to either side of her ribs as she lay on her back. Eventually, she would roll over. I thought about how much I would like to coat her tight cheerleader ass with my seed. Before I could stop the thoughts, suddenly it played out like a movie in my mind, where to my horror, Dulcie was right there watching me spurt, lying next to Jeanie, and as soon as I finished, my daughter sat up and rubbed my sperm into her chum's skin.

"The perfect tanning lotion," movie Dulcie giggled, as she turned, looked up at me, her tongue lustily rolling along her bottom lip. 

Closing my eyes and shaking my head to try to banish the thoughts did not work fast enough to prevent me from picturing Dulcie topless, her tender young nipples excited, just aching for my teeth. 

"That's not right..." I muttered, not referring to my including Dulcie in my sexual fantasy so much as the fact that her lips reflected the sun like they were cum coated. At no time in my private film had she kissed my cock or pressed her mouth the Jeanie's ass. There was no way she could have sperm there. 

All that time, my fist was still pumping my shaft, and that old familiar pressure was building in my balls, demanding release. My interior movie freeze framed on that vision of Dulcie's shiny grin as great gobs of goo gushed up my shaft and out of my tip. 

Peels of laughter from down the hall broke the spell. I had closed my eyes while I climaxed. As they opened, I worried that perhaps I had more than just moaned at the moment of exploding, and that the girls were laughing at me. Of course, I realized quickly as blood returned to my brain, it was much more likely that they were sharing typical girlish confidences about hair, clothes, makeup or boys. 

I realized that as soon as I had thought the word "boys", my hand had started moving along the silky outer skin covering my still semi-erect shaft. I pondered for a moment whether I was jealous of my daughter and Jeanie allowing virile young stupid studs to fuck them, or confident knowing that Dulcie had already experienced the reality of a mature giving man, even if it was her father. Inevitably, this included a montage of imagined sexual activities featuring both Jeanie and Dulcie -- fisting hard ons attached to faceless bodies; taking fat cocks into wide open mouths; and, finally, Dulcie on all fours on her frilly covered bed, some stud entering her in a single stroke. As his cock pierced her ready pussy lips, I imagined Jeanie sliding underneath Dulcie into a 69 position. Before my daughter dropped her face to the bald cunt below her, Dulcie moaned, "Well, Jeanie, since you licked me to get me wet enough for fucking, I better return the favour."

Dulcie's real life voice startled me back to reality.

"Daddy, we're headed outside to the pool. When you're done whatever you're up to in there, would you mind bringing us some cold drinks? You can join us if you want."

The girls did not have to walk past my door to head downstairs and outside. Still, as I heard their footsteps get more distance, I relaxed my grip on my cock and allowed my resurgent erection to subside. I wondered whether Dulcie's voice had contained a bit of a teasing edge when she had referred to 'whatever' I was up to. I wanted to think that she and especially Jeanie assumed that I was working, but after having fucked my daughter, I knew she had few illusions about just how horny and frustrated I was. Dulcie also knew that I was man enough to need relief. 

I straightened out my clothes so that when I walked to the window, nothing embarrassing was hanging out. The den overlooked the backyard. When Caro and her team mates had worked out and practiced cheer routines back there, it had been a wonderful view. I had missed the inspirational sights. If more ornamental girls were hanging around the house, it would be easier to resist my incestuous thoughts about Dulcie. I could simply exhaust my urges jerking off to the sight of nubile barely legal cheerbabes. 

Like Jeanie -- who was now lounging by my pool wearing almost nothing at all. Her sarong was untied, lying beneath her almost nude body. She was not quite bottomless -- I could barely make out the side string of her thong without grabbing my binoculars from the shelf by my window. The back piece was burrowed deep into the space between her buttocks. It must have been so taut that it would have been rubbing against her rosebud, teasing her anus open. I wondered whether that was stimulating her sexually, making her wet. 

My cock started swelling again as I pictured her rolling over, heavy tits straining against the brief triangles of her top, the tiny patch covering her cunt already darkened by her excitement. Perhaps that scrap of fabric was also so tight that it was pinched between her pussy lips, adding to the pleasure, making pressure build within, so that her nipples would be pushing against their coverings. The prospect of seeing her labia made my balls ache. 

I resisted fondling my cock. Even having just climaxed, I was worried that I might explode again if these dreams actually came true while I was stroking myself. After how Jeanie had vamped me last summer, and her lingering caress today, I was awake to the possibility, however remote, that this hot young woman might want to fuck me. If that was true, I wanted not to disappoint her. I could always jerk off after she left if I was wrong. 

Jeanie did not fulfill my fantasy of her turning over. Instead, she arched her back, giving me a perfect view of her boobs dangling loosely. I could almost make out her nipples, but not quite. Her left arm swung up and back, twisting her body, offering a fresh angle, but a less revealing position. She swiftly untied the string of the bikini top below her shoulder blades, but lay flat on her tummy before the front flapped away from her nipples. 

Dulcie was sitting on a chair just to Jeanie's right, with only her legs in my view from where I stood beside my window positioned to watch Jeanie without being obvious about my peeping. I had been so focused on the nearly nude visitor that I had successfully forgotten about my nubile offspring for the moment. This successful demonstration of my theory ended when Jeanie lifted slightly up onto her elbows and turned her head to speak to Dulcie. Instead of focussing on the fresh display of tit, my eyes followed the motion of Jeanie's head. 

I could not make out the words, but from what happened next, I assumed that Jeanie said something like "will you lotion up my back?" or maybe it was "the sight of you rubbing lotion into my bare skin will really turn your Dad on."

Which was what happened. My daughter slid off her chair and knelt submissively beside the older girl. Even before she picked up the bottle of lotion, my cock resumed throbbing. 

Dulcie had changed or stripped down, and was wearing a bikini which rivalled Jeanie's for exposure. Instead of the halter style, it was what I think the girls call a bandeau -- a strip of fabric taut across the front of her boobs, tied in the back, but no neck or shoulder straps. Since it was made out of a shiny silver fabric, it looked like my baby was dressed in tin foil -- but not very much of it. If the fabric attracted the sun, as it seemed to, at least the fall air would not make her nipples cold and erect, so I might be spared that. 

She poured a large dollop of creamy white lotion into her right palm. I could not help noticing that it resembled spunk, and wondered whether girls thought about hand jobs every time they put on sun screen. When she rose up to lean across Jeanie's back, I confirmed that Dulcie's bottom was also thong covered. Her hips curved perfectly to form a pair of nude buttocks. As with Jeanie, I could not even make out the string running inside her ass cleavage. From above, only the waist band hinted that she was not flashing a naked pussy. As she moved, her well toned muscles rippled, speaking to me, whispering "this is how I'll draw your cock into my deepest most private hole when you assfuck me."

I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to knock that thought out of my brain. This was my baby's ass. When I opened my eyes, I focussed on her palm circling on Jeanie's back. As her arm moved, her chest followed, and I had a good view of the side of her left tit. The top was snug enough that it was not hanging loose as she leaned forward, but I noticed that her movements seemed to be slowly rubbing the side of the suit downwards, exposing more side boob, and more of the top slope of her tit. 

It was possible that the top had slid so far that Dulcie's nipple was exposed. Just to check for certain, I reached for my binoculars. This also gave my hands something to do, and helped resist the tendency to reach down and massage my cock. 

I discovered that although the nubbin of my daughter's nipple was safely shielded from sunburn, the half of her areolae above the tip was bared, swollen and puffed out from her breast. I knew her nipples were sensitive, but had to consider the possibility that my baby was excited -- either from touching her older sister's friend's skin, or by teasing me, her father. 

My binoculars were strong enough that I could tell that her nipple was erect, stretching the silver fabric which barely restrained it. I did not have to see it to remember its magnificence. My mouth watered as I recalled the taste and texture of my daughter's flesh. My brain knew it was wrong, but my balls were showing it who was boss. 

Dulcie continued moving her arm, working from the shoulder, applying lotion in ever increasing circular paths, covering a wider area of Jeanie's back. When she reached each shoulder, Jeanie would briefly tuck her elbows under her body and lever herself a bit upwards, so that Dulcie's fingers could curl around and totally coat the tops of Jeanie's arms. This taunted me with a glimpse of ample side boob, but she never lifted far enough to show more than a hint of nipple. The way the girls giggled as Dulcie worked, I suspected that this was all planned to torture me. 

I wondered what they were saying. Were they talking cheerleading, college, or about boys? Or were they discussing me? 

Perhaps Jeanie was telling Dulcie about how she used to vamp me in the kitchen, or warning Dulcie, "Don't look, because I know he'll be watching. He didn't buy those binoculars for bird watching. At least not the feathered sort."

Now, that would explain the laughter. 

Jeanie, head turned right to chat with Dulcie, never glanced in my direction, but I thought that Dulcie's head bobbed upwards a few times before she remembered not to look at my window. Each time this happened, she chewed her lower lip, just like she used to as a little girl stuck on a tough addition problem, and applied herself to the task at hand more forcefully -- in this case, to oiling Jeanie's back.

Her fingers smoothed the oil deep into the skin, the warmth encouraging good penetration. She never even accidentally brushed along the sides of Jeanie's boobs, and certainly, there was no overt sexual touching. I did notice though that both young women kept their mouths hanging slightly open, lower jaws slack, as if panting slightly for breath.

Adjusting the zoom on my binoculars, I confirmed that Dulcie's nipples were not just still erect, if anything they had grown longer. The pressure they exerted on her top was forcing the fabric down ever so slowly, so that I could make out the top half of her nubs. Just a bit more twisting of her torso and rubbing her arm along her side, and the entire boob would spring free. 

My tongue flicked across my lower lip. I realized that my lower jaw was just as slack as the girls', and the tiny string of drool dangling onto my chin was as much evidence of my excitement as my daughter's nipple. Of course, my hard cock was proof positive. 

"Gonna hafta do something about that soon," I muttered to myself.

"Try and save it for the girls," I argued back.

"As if..." the sarcastic side of my mind taunted. "They're just cock teases. They'll never fuck an old fart like you."

Except Dulcie already had, and liked it. And then she had suggested inviting Jeanie to join us. So I had hope that this was the payoff on that suggestion, not merely a coincidental visit by Jeanie to an embarrassed daughter who regretted her rash actions. 

In order to reach Jeanie's shoulders, Dulcie had leaned right over Jeanie's back, but stayed arched upwards enough not to make contact. Jeanie had a fairly unspectacular ass, so there was not even enough of a prominence there to cause flesh to brush upon flesh. I waited anxiously to see whether Jeanie might raise her rump in pleasure from the touch of Dulcie's hands, but she stayed flat on the lounger, even when Dulcie, having finished the shoulders, ran her hands quickly down the older girl's back. 

Dulcie straightened as she moved her arms, settling back onto her haunches. Her thumbs touched each other slightly as she reached Jeanie's lower spine. Finally, Jeanie reacted slightly, polling her hips and sighing, her head relaxed, face against a towel. When Dulcie reached the notch at the bottom of Jeanie's spine, her hands flared out again, following the curves of the top of Jeanie's ass. Jeanie's thong left all that skin exposed, and Dulcie did not even pause as her hands travelled below the string at Jeanie's waist. She simply switched to circular motions to completely coat the rounded surfaces. 

My eyes kept pivoting from the actions of Dulcie's fingers to the way that her arms massaged her own cleavage from the sides, at times squishing the breasts together, and then letting them relax. This motion was making her bandeau shift. Her nipples seemed to be taking turns winking at me as first one, and then the other, would slip free for a second, only to quickly disappear. The spandex fabric was tight enough that the band never fully bared her chest. Each appearance of areolae made my cock twitch in response. 

Staring at my daughter's tits almost distracted me from the work of her hands. Her massage of Jeanie's ass was anything but brief. At first, she seemed tentative, quickly sliding her palms once along the slopes, well away from the older girl's ass crack. This caused Jeanie to twist and lift her head again, almost but not quite offering me a good glimpse of nipple. 




No More Monkeys... Ch. 02



"Don't be shy, do a proper job" I imagined might have been the words she said to Dulcie. Or maybe "Give your Dad a better show than that."

The second possibility made me grin, and my cock nodded in agreement. 

Through the binoculars, I could see Dulcie blush a little, her chin bobbing down submissively as she nodded her consent. Jeanie settled back down, arms folded under her chin, but shifted her body to lift her ass a bit more into the air, like an offering to my daughter. 

I have to give Dulcie credit. Once she committed to the task, she did not hold back. Her fingers moved hungrily all over that pliable flesh, caressing the lotion into the skin. She giggled and spoke a few soft words, leaning her mouth close to Jeanie's ear, incidentally offering me a fresh angle of exposed breast flesh.

"Your skin is so soft," was about the length of what she spoke before straightening up and pushing both hands around at once towards the middle of that delightful rump, two thumbs compressing flesh as they travel down the forbidden curve towards the hidden string of the bikini. 

There was a moment's hesitation, but no more words exchanged. Instead, Jeanie pushed her ass upwards, forcing it against Dulcie's hands, making my daughter's thumbs plumb the depths fully, which meant they were toying with Jeanie's asshole. My attention was riveted on that action. Only later did I realize that I missed a perfect chance to see more of Jeanie's tits. 

Jeanie and I must have groaned in unison. The young woman was bucking against my daughter's touch, and my cock was begging for any touch. As she writhed, the triangle covering her pussy was sliding, slipping into her slit, revealing her outer labia to my binoculars. I could see that she was swollen from excitement. The pinkness of her hairless crotch looked like a newborn baby's bottom.

That thought turned my mind back to the fact that it was my little girl, my baby, who was massaging this gal so sexually. Sure, she was eighteen, technically an adult, who had proven that to me by either seducing me or allowing me to seduce her -- I still was unsure which - but that just increased the shame and revulsion over how turned on I was by this little show with Jeanie. 

Still, I was glued to the scene, unable to turn away from my window, binoculars held to my eyes. Dulcie's cheeks were flushed, excited either from the firmness of Jeanie's ass, the taboo of anal penetration, or from knowing that I was watching. Perhaps all of the above. 

She giggled again, speaking as she laughed -- something like "This really is fun!" I bet. One of her favourite expressions as a five year old, she still used it when discovering new passions. 

Just as quickly as her fingers had dipped into forbidden territory, Dulcie moved her hands again, but barely left Jeanie's skin untouched for a second. Though by now the entire rear had been coated with lotion, my daughter continued to knead and massage those firm buns. I guessed from her grin that she was really enjoying the experience. Given the innocence she displayed, I assumed that this was all new to her. Within a minute or so, enjoyment became excitement. Dulcie's lower jaw again dropped an inch, and I could see that she was panting. 

Jeanie spread her legs wider, opening her ass invitingly. I watched as Dulcie massaged in ever smaller circles, working from the outer points of Jeanie's hip bones in towards the center - or "the target" as I now thought of Jeanie's rosebud. Dulcie's first dip into that crevice might have been passed off as accidental, or thoroughness. Now, her sensual ministrations were entirely purposeful. I saw that she was chewing her bottom lip, another "tell" from her childhood, a sure sign that she was concentrating on a new skill. 

I watched Jeanie lift her head, her mouth moving in a growl, and then she settled lower into the lounger, moaning, shoulders twitching, back muscles rippling as her ass quivered with excitement. Her hips moved from side to side as Dulcie stroked her; her fingers grasped the edges of the chair. I sensed an orgasm building in those cheerleader loins. My balls begged to be allowed similar release.

Jeanie tossed her head back and screamed. 

"I'm on fire," I thought I heard, once more thankful for the privacy fencing around the pool, but wondering which neighbours might hear. 

Her hips were thrusting backwards, fucking Dulcie's thumb as the older girl writhed through her orgasm. Dulcie's hand was partially hidden, I could not tell whether Jeanie was climaxing strictly from the anal penetration or whether a few of my daughter's fingers might have drifted underneath Jeanie, that the tiny triangle of bikini was shoved aside, and that Dulcie was playing with her guest's rock hard clit. I knew that Jeanie would be flowing freely, her juices coating Dulcie's wrist and forearm. My brain wanted to know who would get to lick that clean. 

Just before Jeanie crashed flat on the lounge chair, I realized that her activity had lifted her tits free of the top, and her engorged nipples were plainly visible - perfect and pink. Dulcie's top was still askew, but only offered tantalizing glimpses of those nipples, so forbidden, but already familiar. 

I wondered to myself what might happen next. Dulcie was still gently rubbing between Jeanie's widespread legs, but unless the older girl just dozed off, that task soon would be redundant. Would Jeanie roll over, so that Dulcie could apply lotion to the front, including those improbable mounds? Would my daughter lean across and rub her entire front against her guest? Might that even lead to 69? Images cascaded quickly through my brain as I tried in vain to zoom in tighter on the girlie action. 

Dulcie leaned forward, strands of arm tickling Jeanie's arm. Her body blocked my view, so I could only imagine that my daughter's nipples might be grazing Jeanie's bare shoulder. Perhaps, I reasoned, they weren't teasing me, because if they were, Dulcie would have leaned over the other way to give a better show. Of course, it could easily be Dulcie's relative inexperience at work. 

Her lips were so close to Jeanie's ear that the warmth of her breath no doubt carried the words on their breeze. Whatever she said made Jeanie laugh, not the girlish giggling of earlier, but body rattling guffaws, causing her hips to buck up again just before Dulcie removed her hand from between Jeanie's legs. I tried in vain to dial the zoom in tighter, thinking that another round of fingering, or outright fisting, might be about to start. 

Instead, Dulcie whispered in Jeanie's ear as she lifted her hand away from that wetness, casually smoothing her hair by her ear -- another trait I knew so well going back to watching my little girl grow from a scared little first grader with skinned knees into a hot young woman - one who had fucked her Daddy. 

Jeanie spun around, her body twisting in my direction, offering a perfect view of her bare chest, nipples still erect, areolae puffed out like chocolate syrup on twin mounds of vanilla ice cream, all ready to eat. She did not pause for long before swinging her muscular legs off the lounger and jumping up. Dulcie followed as Jeanie vanished from view. 

Too much blood was in my groin, not enough in my brain. I just could not react quickly enough. I was still holding the binoculars, barely turned away from the window, when the sound of footfalls running up the stairs was followed immediately by my door crashing open with a bang. I guess I had forgotten to lock it. 

Dulcie tumbled into my den in front of Jeanie, staggering as if the older gal had shoved her through the doorway. Jeanie, I quickly noted, was still topless, her youthful tits bobbling upright even without support, her nipples smiling at me. 

"Oh, geez, Daddy, I'm sorry, Jeanie is a naughty girl..."

"Yeah, Daddddy... and I thought you might be up here spying on us..."

"Well, he does have binoculars in his hands - Daddy, what are those for?"

"Obviously not for looking at half naked girls by the pool, or he wouldn't be able to resist taking out that hard cock and stroking it."

"You're right, Jeanie, we are pretty hot. He must have been bird watching." Dulcie was almost doubling over with laughter. "Or maybe he was looking at Mrs. Magruder on the next street over, tending her petunias...eeewww...but... no... that wouldn't explain the hard on."

"He was looking at us!" both girls exclaimed at once, pretty heads nodding close together. I could not help but think how simply they could lean just a bit further, kiss, caress each other's hair...

My cock throbbed urgently, just as the girls turned back to look at me. Jeanie pointed at me, her other arm crossing her chest, hiding those tasty looking treats.

"See, he's thinking nasty things about us. That's disgusting. We're barely legal, way too young for him."

"Not to mention that I'm his daughter!" 

Both girls were doing a better job of laughing than of acting. I got several new close-up views of Jeanie's tits. She forgot to keep them covered up as she doubled over, arms falling across her belly. They jiggled slightly with each guffaw, but still settled upright, daring me to look away.

Instead, I just stared, my hands clenching the binoculars, my cock trying to burst out of my pants. I figured that if she was really as disgusted as she pretended, they would not be as hard as diamonds. My tongue instinctively flicked over my lower lip as I felt the primal desire to suck tit. 

Dulcie's last remark echoed in my ears. I wondered whether Jeanie knew that my daughter had seduced me, or been seduced by me. I realized that I was staring at this young woman to avoid looking at Dulcie.

I turned my head, and my eyes met my daughter's gaze as her laughter subsided, a huge grin on her face. The bandeau top was askew, the top half of her right nipple peeking out, almost totally exposed. On the other side, the bottom of the left areola was bared, the nubbin bisected by the edge of the stretchy fabric. Her legs were spread shoulder width, comfortable, hands at her sides. She knew I was looking, and liked it, her smile spreading wider the longer our eyes never quite met. Her face glowed with excitement. Her breath was shallow panting. 

"I think he likes the view up close even better," Jeanie said, stepping further into the room. She closed over to beside Dulcie.

"Here, let me fix that for you," she said to my daughter, reaching across to tug the bandeau into proper alignment without waiting for permission. Her fingers fumbled slightly, because the whole time, she was watching my reaction. 

Dulcie also stared at me, as Jeanie moved slightly behind Dulcie, both hands at work. My baby's breathing became even slower as her friend's hands touched her breasts. Her tongue flicked across her lips, wetting them. Her pelvis seemed to lift and push ever so slightly towards me, her boobs rising into Jeanie's palms as those hands moved to snug tit into fabric, giving them a bit more kneading than was likely strictly necessary.

It seemed perfectly natural when Jeanie lowered her face, finally no longer watching my reactions. Her lips grazed Dulcie's left ear, her tongue slid down the side of that youthful throat, she nibbled the point of Dulcie's shoulder. 

Dulcie moaned, her head tilting, first towards Jeanie, their hair brushing together, and then to the right, presenting her neck for more attention. Jeanie ran her mouth back upwards, wetting the line of my daughter's throat, and then nibbling that ear. Finally, she flicked the tip of her tongue inside Dulcie's aural canal, rolling it slowly. A shiver shook Dulcie's body, her tits juggling in excitement, her hips rolling, and her eyes half shut and dreamy. Her right hand shifted a half inch, as if anxious to stroke her own wet pussy, to respond to the electricity running from Jeanie's tongue to her clit. She stopped in mid motion. I guessed that she had suddenly remembered where she was and who was watching. 

I must have pouted a bit, disappointed that Dulcie was not continuing and was apparently not yet fully comfortable sharing her sexual excitement with her father. Perhaps it was because her friend was there. That made no sense though, since it was Jeanie's palm now rubbing Dulcie's belly.

"Don't pout Daddy," Jeanie teased, her eyes locked on mine. "Dulcie is still your baby girl, your human doll."

Jeanie's hand continued the teasing, first rubbing upwards, just brushing against the bottom of Dulcie's tits where they protruded from the top. Then, it travelled smoothly along flesh downwards, dipping along the pubic curve, grazing the point where the scrap of fabric barely hid my daughter's slit. 

Before I could do more than stand there, frozen, jaw open, Jeanie suddenly reached up and brusquely grabbed a handful of Dulcie's hair, not pausing before jerking my daughter's head back sharply. Instinctively, Dulcie gasped, her mouth opening. I recall now thinking that she looked like a baby bird waiting to be fed by momma bird. 

No sparrow ever fed its young the way that Jeanie attacked Dulcie, savagely pressing her lips to my daughter's mouth, tongue already protruding, stabbing down towards Dulcie's throat. I was sure that I could hear the sound of teeth grinding, but that was quickly drowned out by Dulcie's groans. Dulcie clearly was not resisting this Sapphic attention, and responded by grasping her friend's arm, guiding Jeanie's hand to Dulcie's tit, and pressing it hard against that firm young flesh. 

Jeanie escalated the making out, kneading forcefully, which caused Dulcie's top to finally spring completely off one tit, at which point two of Jeanie's fingers trapped Dulcie's nipple and squeezed. She obviously knew what women wanted, or at least what would turn Dulcie on even more. Rather than simply pinching the nipple, Jeanie would close her digits tightly for a few seconds, then relax them, and then press them together with ever increasing force. 

Dulcie's groans got louder and longer with each squeeze. Her hips were starting to rotate, smashing against Jeanie at an awkward angle, but still expressing the universal signs of wanting desperately to be fucked, fucked hard, by something, anything, and by someone - anyone. Jeanie's midsection started reciprocating. They were too busy to pay any attention to the effect that this had on my already throbbing cock, which was threatening to tear right through the fabric trapping it. 

"Open your legs for me," Jeanie said as she stopped kissing, pausing for breath.

She slid her hand along the front of Dulcie's thigh, tracing the muscles, putting on a show which had to be for my benefit. I could almost see the heat radiating off of my daughter's body as her friend caressed her. My slit tingled, as I imagined Dulcie's must. I could feel beads of precum trying to fight gravity and spurt out of the head, but instead, just dampen my underwear. With each second, Dulcie's womanly scent filled the tiny office more pungently. 

"Touch...me," Dulcie begged. 

Jeanie instead just teased her, fingers grazing all around Dulcie's wetness, likely being coated with some excess seepage, but never quite touching my daughter's treasure. She turned her head, eyes meeting mine.

"Daddy likes," she said, voice low, almost a growl.

"Touch her," I replied, my voice almost a whisper. "Rub her clit with your fingers. Start with just one finger."

I paused, watching as Jeanie followed my command, her long index finger extended, and stroking just once up Dulcie's slit, ending up bobbling my daughter's clit a single time, coming to rest with finger nail grazing the hood. Dulcie gasped for breath as the fingertip touched her feminine core. Her breast rose and fell, nipples straining towards me, almost begging to be sucked, twisted, and bitten. I wondered how my daughter would enjoy me on one nub, her chum on the other, our fingers dancing with each other in her quim. But that moment would have to wait. 

"Describe her wetness," I told Jeanie.

"She soaked my fingers the moment I touched her. Your daughter is a horny little slut, Daddy." 

Jeanie paused, and lifted her fingers to her mouth. With her other hand, she tweaked Dulcie's nipples to keep that excitement going, while Jeanie first lapped moisture slowly with an open mouth and flattened extended tongue, and then rolled her fingers into her cheek and licked them like a lollipop, finally bobbing her head slightly as if she was sucking a cock.

I had almost forgotten about my erection while Jeanie had touched Dulcie, but now it strained harder in my pants. I realized that I was holding my breath now.

"She doesn't taste anything like a guy," Jeanie finally observed. "Nothing salty about her. Sweet like honey, with floral notes of jasmine." 

Then Jeanie chuckled. "But I bet you know that already, Daddy. So it must be hearing me say it that is turning you on so much. Does Daddy like dirty talk?"

I could not resist the pull of gravity. My chin nodded down and then up about a half inch. Jeanie's grin spread even bigger. She had dropped her hand back to Dulcie's loins.

"She's so wet; it's gushing all over her thighs, running down inside her legs almost to her knees. If I touch her clit any more, she'll start dripping right onto the floor."

As she spoke, Jeanie stroked Dulcie's outer labia, making the petal spread. Her baby finger caressed my daughter's clit, and then rested there, perhaps moving ever so gently as Jeanie curled first one and then two fingers inside Dulcie's cunt. Dulcie's jaw was fully open, a tiny bead of drool dangling from her lower lip. Her eyes were dreamy, her mind gone far inside, I guessed.

Dulcie's began to pant, shallow quick gasps for breath. Her chest rose and fell, nipples now as hard as pebbles, thrusting outwards. Jeanie's fingers caressed Dulcie's swollen bud with heightened intensity. 

"You watching seems to make it even better for her," Jeanie mused. "Her orgasm is building. I can feel the electricity, the tightening of her muscles."

She paused and giggled. "Her cunt is trying to drag my fingers deeper. I think that the greedy bitch wants a cock to help her cum. Should we give her permission to let go? Or do you want to fuck her first?"

Now my mouth was frozen open. Jeanie was pimping my daughter to me, in a totally dominant sort of way. Dulcie seemed alright with it. Whether she was naturally a little subbie or just too turned on to care, I could not tell. In that moment, I did not care. I knew that soon, I would be fucking my daughter again, aided and abetted by the young woman who had spent so much time vamping me -- who I wanted to fuck even more than my daughter, I realized. 

"Make her come on your fingers, and then I want to watch both of you licking them clean."

Dulcie moaned louder than ever at my aggressive direction. 

"May we please see your cock while I get her off?" Jeanie said, her breathing ragged now. 

Without a word in response, I put my binoculars on the shelf and swiftly dropped my pants into a puddle around my ankles. My erection was so huge that my briefs were shoved down around my balls by the pressure. I could feel the air conditioning trying to dry a spot of precum off my tip. 

Jeanie's eyes popped wide, while my daughter was still in a dreamy fugue. 

"Bigger than you expected?" I asked.

"It's huge... magnificent. I'm sad that I offered to let you fuck Dulcie first. I wish I could just stick it right into my ...my..."

"Use your words." I said, as I used to instruct both Dulcie and Caro when as toddlers they had grunted and pointed rather than speaking.

"...my cunt."

Incredibly, Jeanie blushed as she spoke. However, that did not stop her fingers from continuing to fuck my daughter. 

"Make Dulcie come first," I directed, "and then share her taste with her. If you behave, I might let you have my cock inside you."




No More Monkeys... Ch. 03



"... is someone hurt?"

The words still echoed in my younger daughter's room as her sister Carolyn stood frozen in the doorway, stunned to see the tangle of bodies on Dulcie's bed - Dulcie herself, Carolyn's former cheerleading pal Jeanie, and myself. 

We were all silent, no one willing to try to explain just what we had been doing that had ended in such screams that Caro thought we were in pain. Though, since we were all naked, arms and legs tossed together like a salad, and my shrunken cock still wore a semen filled rubber, no words were really needed. 

My heart pounded in my chest, every muscle tensing, ready to give chase if she fled, ready to try to explain the unexplainable. 

"And here I thought that I was going to surprise you by coming home this weekend..." my older daughter spoke first, "...only to find that you guys are the god and goddesses of surprise."

At least she hadn't turned and run screaming, leaving the house or locking herself in her room. 

"Jeanie... how could you...you slut!" she screamed. Her overstuffed duffle bag flew across the room, aimed at the nubile blonde on the bed. I ducked as it narrowly missed my nose.

Dulcie, the nimble eighteen year old gymnast, easily blocked it with a forearm, directing it to land in a corner of the room.

"Me? Why me? I'm not the one fucking my own father, like Dulcie," Jeanie sobbed. "not to mention your Dad – fucking both of us, together – incest and cradle robbing."

"Cradle robbing," Carolyn chuckled. "That's a good one. We all know what a tramp you are, Jeanie. I can't blame my Dad for succumbing to you. He's just a man. A good man, but all men get horny."

"Is that why you aren't blaming me, either?" Dulcie asked, calm and unafraid. 

"Well, Dulcie, doll, that's more complicated. I figure that you were your usual curious self. Poor dad wouldn't stand a chance if you set out to use him as an experiment. He loves his little monkey too much to resist bouncing with you on the bed."

Carolyn and Dulcie laughed together at that last line, a reference to how I used to silence the girls, when, years before, they used to play after lights out, by yelling "No more monkeys bouncing on the bed."

The conversation had dissipated the anger and confusion. My breathing had returned to normal, but Carolyn was still red faced and panting. Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding the pile of our bodies on the bed. I saw that she was wearing an old tank top, worn thin from years of cheer practice, over ragged gym shorts. Her nipples were swelling against the stretchy fabric of the shirt, growing harder with each exhalation. In spite of the intense sex with Dulcie and Jeanie, this vision revived my cock, which began to nod itself semi hard, bobbing against my thigh. 

"I thought you weren't able to get home, because of cheerleading." I finally said, as amazed by my own calmness as I had been by Dulcie. 

"Oh, Daddy, that's WHY I came home – cheerleading sucks at university. The other girls are all stuck up bitches. I quit the team, and came home to find a shoulder to cry on. I didn't expect it to be attached to a nude body, on Dulcie's bed."

Paternal instincts survive even in embarrassing moments. Instinctively, my feet flopped over the end of the bed; I sat upright, and extended my arms in the classic 'come to papa' position. Except, classically, papa is not naked, with a half hard cock rising in his lap. 

Regardless of that anomaly, Caro covered the short distance from doorway to my arms in a couple of quick steps. Her arms slid around my neck and chest, her head fell upon my shoulder, and her ripe nineteen year old ass nestled in my lap, her hip nuzzling against my swollen cockhead as if it was the most natural thing in the world. A few tears soaked my skin, mingling with the sex stained sweat. 

"It's okay, sweetie," I reassured her, just like when she was six and skinned her knee learning to ride a bike. "You can take a few days, then we can talk about whether you really want to quit, and if so, what to do next. At your age, you have so many options."

My fingers softly brushed her hair as she mewed like a kitten. For a moment, it was just the two of us, in our own private universe, Jeanie's breath on my back not noticed, the warmth of Dulcie's ass pressed against my hip forgotten. 

Then Dulcie spoke. "I'd offer to leave you two alone, but this IS my room."

Some dynamics never change with sisters. 

With the spell broken, all three girls quickly realized the absurdity of the situation. 

Jeanie slid off the bed, searching for the tiny scraps of bikini she had worn earlier.

"I should be getting home anyhow. See you later, okay, Caro?" She was halfway out the doorway, and then paused, with an impish grin. "Nice to see you again, gang. Thanks for the...hospitality."

Her footsteps skipped down the stairs and out the door with athletic grace. She was gone so quickly, it might all have been a dream. 

But there was no denying that Dulcie was naked next to me, or that my used condom encased cock was becoming engorged. 

Dulcie reacted by pulling away from me, but not standing, refusing to give up her claim that this was after all her bed, her room. She exhaled a long sigh, and said, "I knew it was too good to be true. For once, I was the most important woman in Daddy's life, and now you've ruined everything."

She spun herself around and buried her head in her pillows, sobbing. Without releasing Carolyn, I pivoted my head. The sight of her perfect naked ass made my cock totally stiff. 

"Come on, Dulcie, there has always been lots of me to go around. You know you're plenty important."

"Yeah, I can feel that there is lots of you to go around," Carolyn whispered into my ear. 

At first, I had been confused and ambivalent about fucking my younger daughter, and I was doubly mystified by Caro's apparent arousal. I knew from overheard tidbits of conversation – mostly trashing Jeanie as a slut - that Caro was downright prudish. I had gone from shock that she had not fled, to responding to her body heat, all in a few minutes. After my first sexual encounter with Dulcie, I had avoided a rerun, afraid to press my luck. If I took advantage of Carolyn's obvious vulnerability, I might shatter her fragile ego. I was not that sort of father. Or so I told myself, as my left hand went from massaging my older daughter's bicep to brushing the side of her tit, while my right hand stroked up the inside of her sister's leg, reaching awkwardly to knead the curve of her ass. 

Caro's impish comment had renewed my sense of adventure. She did not seem to mind my divided attention. As I leaned back to comfort Dulcie, she flowed with me, her body tight to mine. Suddenly, I realized that her fingers had closed around my cock, that she had nudged the useless rubber off, and was gently stroking me. 

If Dulcie had spread her legs open, things might have devolved into a threesome – after all, there was no doubt that Dulcie was fluently bi oriented, and she had enjoyed sharing me with Jeanie or Jeanie with me. Instead, she turned her head, showed me her best baby girl pout and said, "Could the two of you please leave my room now."

She turned her face back into the pillow. I felt the tension in her body. My brain was flooded by concern that my incestuous alteration of the father-daughter relationship made this more than just sibling rivalry. I was tempted to stay and talk it out, except Caro tightened her grip on my prick, so that when she stood, I followed. 

"Shhh...knowing Dulcie, she'll sob herself to sleep. You can check on her later." Carolyn giggled gently, leading me towards the door. "I bet she'd adore wake up sex."

I felt my jaw drop. This was nothing like the conservative Carolyn I had thought I was sending off to school. My concerns for Dulcie were overwhelmed by curiosity about the changes in my older daughter. 

"Besides, I need your attention too," Caro continued. "Dulcie's had you all to herself. We have lots to talk about."

Talk. It's never good when a woman needs to talk. Then I realized that for the first time, I was thinking of Carolyn as a woman. My cock, which had started to soften at the mention of talk, surged again in her grip. 

She paused, half in the hallway, and looked down at the wood she was holding in her hand. "It looks like we might have to do more than talk."

I think I blushed, but her grin seemed to say everything was going to be fine. I was still confused. 

"Mom always said a man can't listen with all his blood is in his cock."

Now I was really shocked – my late, very prim wife had discussed men with Carolyn. Of course she had – that's what mothers did!

"The way I always heard it was that men can't think straight with a hard on," I managed to croak. 

"Is that why you allowed yourself to get seduced by Jeanie – lack of blood in your bigger brain?" Caro giggled.

I wanted to say that it was Dulcie who had really led me astray, but was just coherent enough not to enflame any sisterly rivalry. Instead, I nodded. 

"Do you like Jeanie's body, Dad, is that it? You go for the big tits?" She looked at her own chest, with compact, firm mounds.

There was no safe answer. I knew that Carolyn was confused, upset. She needed to talk about whatever was troubling her, not fuck, but my balls were tight to my groin, screaming for release. Her hand gently rubbing the silky outer skin coating the hardness was not helping my parental detachment. Her eyes flicked up from her breasts to my face, never acknowledging what her fist was fondling. 

"What you walked in on had nothing to do with you." I finally managed to respond. Having regained control of my senses, I added, "Where shall we have our talk?"

She did not answer, just tugged me across the hallway towards her old room. I slowed my step despite her grip on my meat. "I should go get dressed first."

"Don't worry, Daddy, if you like being naked, that's fine by me. Don't worry, unlike Jeanie, I'm not going to attack you." 

She was already in the room, and I followed. Finally, she released my cock, which was now undeniably fully engorged, and flopped onto her bed. I headed to the desk chair even before she patted a corner of the mattress. Crossing and recrossing my legs, I discovered that there was no comfortable position to hide my erection. I settled for a casual stance, feet flat on the floor, knees a few inches apart, trying to ignore the mushroom head rising from my lap. Looking at Carolyn helped me not think about my excitement, until my eyes locked on her erect nipples still punching through the tight top, but now aimed up towards the ceiling atop perfectly firm braless tits. Each time she breathed, I felt my balls lurch a bit. The tip of my cock was bobbing a fraction of an inch in time with the expansion of her rib cage.

"So what are we talking about? What you just saw? Why you quit cheerleading? Or...why you really came home?"

Carolyn was still silent. She had turned her head towards me, her eyes focused like laser beams on my cock, her tongue moistening her lower lip. 

"All three," she finally said, her voice almost a whisper, not quite a sob. As she spoke, her left hand casually rubbed her belly, brushing along the underside of her breast. The bottom edge of the tank top shifted up, revealing a bit more of her perfectly flat abs. Each time she breathed in, a gap opened between her tummy and the top of her shorts. I found myself willing her to slide that hand down, into her shorts, to stroke her cunt for me. 

What had I become, I wondered. In a few short weeks, I had seemingly gone from doting Dad to perverted sex maniac. It was bad enough that I had taken advantage of one barely legal daughter, now I was wishing to ravage her sister. None of that made my cock soften one little bit, though. 

"Where do you want to start?" I asked her. 

"Cheerleading is pretty simple," Carolyn began, turning onto her side, looking over at me. 

I squirmed in the chair, aware of my nakedness and still unsure what to do about my engorged cock. Her nipples were still pushing hard against the tank top, daring me not to stare. When she twirled a lock of hair with her fingers, my shaft lurched, pointing my tip even further towards the ceiling. She giggled, not even bothering to pretend that she was not staring at the tool of her creation. 

"It's been such a huge part of your life; I just can't imagine you giving it up so suddenly." 

Caro giggled again when I used the word 'huge', her lips expanding into a wicked grin. Her tongue wet the lower lip. Her eyes never met mine. 

"Not as huge as that cock," she said.

"Don't change the subject."

"Oh, it's okay for little sister to be naughty, but not me?"

"You said you wanted to discuss cheerleading, at least first."

Her chin nodded slightly, in agreement. My cock nodded in response. I tried sitting casually, both feet flat on the floor, elbows on my knees, but had no clue where to put my hands. Even hanging limp, they seemed to frame my cock, emphasizing rather than hiding my excitement. Caro's eyes shifted from my face to my lap.

"I think I was really good, but the other girls were so mean. It's supposed to be teamwork, but they kept roughing me up, or shifting a bit so I looked awkward." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I thought I might get cut from the team. I've never been cut in my life." 

I nodded, and then shifted the chair an inch or so closer, which allowed me to reach a hand over and stroke Caro's hair, calming her like I used to when she was small and scraped a knee. Except now, my exposed hard on was less than a foot away from her chin. 

"What about the coaches?" I asked gently.

"They were too busy, so finally I tried talking to the grad assistant."

"Did she help?"

"He." The tears got bigger. So did my cock. 

Caro seemed not to notice. She was almost blubbering as she spoke further. 

"He said nobody get a free ride. Gawd, I'm so dumb, at first I didn't understand what he meant. Then he came around the desk and leaned back against it. I could see the outline of his cock straining against his track pants. I knew what he wanted then."

Carolyn started sobbing. I shuffled closer, stroking her shoulder as well as her hair. She rolled onto her side, her left arm mashing her tits together so that the cleavage teased my hormones. In spite of the emotional moment, my balls tightened. I did manage to resist looking at my erection, but felt the slit gaping open, a tiny warning seepage of precum evaporating, scenting the bedroom air. Caro was snuffly, so I could not tell whether she noticed. 

"I might have been a virgin, but I know what men want," she continued, snorting back snot. 

I noticed the past tense reference to virginity, gaining more insight into her turmoil. 

"May I have a tissue?" she asked, waggling a finger in the direction of her night stand.

I reached for the box, and handed it towards her. She just grabbed some tissue, so I set the box on the mattress beside her. Instead of returning to the chair, I perched on the edge of the bed in the tight space between her half drawn up knees and her hip. She drew herself into sitting position, her feet beside my hip, and her knees under her chin. 

As she blew into the wad of tissue, I could not resist admiring how great her ass looked with her shorts drawn tight to her flesh. No panty lines were visible. 

She had recovered from her upset enough to give a little cheer when she launched a perfect shot into the waste basket. As I resumed my calming touch, my hand began stroking her upper arm as well as her hair and shoulder. 

"Maybe you were wrong," I said, more to fill the silence than for any good reason. I was still hoping that my daughter's story had a fairy tale ending. Losing her cherry to a prince charming who rescued her from the wicked coach was more palatable than reluctant, abusive sex, the sort which sours young women into frigid witches.

'Yeah, then she won't fuck you,' I heard a cynical voice growl inside my brain. It sounded a lot like Dulcie, or maybe Jeanie. I silently told it to shut up, that the girls were just jealous. I think I smiled a bit then, remembering how much Dulcie and Jeanie had not been jealous that afternoon. 

Caro looked at me, her expression confused. "Are you okay, Daddy? What were you muttering?"

"I'm fine, dear, this is about you."

"Oh, you're fine, sitting on your daughter's bed, naked, your manhood stiff. Is that hard on about me too?"

She waved a limp wristed hand towards my groin. For an instant, I thought she was reaching out to touch the head of my cock, but she dropped her arm into her own lap. I noticed that my cock spurted a bit more precum in anticipation of the contact which never materialized. 

I allowed her question to linger a moment, contemplating the answer. It was not quite "have you stopped beating your wife yet?" but the truth would get me into just as much trouble. If I admitted that my elder daughter, even in a moment of distress, sexually excited me, our relationship would tilt forever, one way or another. 

My cock and balls argued in favour of honesty, and pointed out that it had worked out well with Dulcie, so why should I deprive Carolyn of her fair share? 

My conscience however recognized that the two girls, though sisters, had distinct personalities, and even if Carolyn wanted to have sex with me - perhaps just not to be left out – she should make that decision when not so upset and confused. 

"Daddy, are you okay?" Caro's voice interrupted my internal debate.

"Yes, sweetheart," I said, using this opportunity to just sidestep her earlier remark. "I was just trying to process the idea of your coach taking advantage of you."

Process was a good word, and truthful. I was not imagining my daughter sucking that hard cock, after drawing it out of those track pants, or leaning across the desk so that she could brutally sacrifice her virginity. At least, until I thought that, I had not been imagining it. The images just made my cock strain harder. I felt a drop of precum spurt out the tip. 

Carolyn's eyes were locked on my crotch. Her tongue flicked across her lip again, slowly this time. Though there was no drool visible, the possibility was implied. My daughter was hot for my cock. I thought hard about just taking the moment quickly towards sex, partly to see whether her curiosity extended to culmination, but mainly as a distraction from her worries. That would not solve those issues though, and in her confusion, adding the aftermath of fucking her father might be one straw too many. 

She made the decision for me, continuing her own tale. "Coach told me that one of the other girls had told him that I was a virgin. He said that maybe if I felt a fat cock inside me, it would unlock my hips and I could do the routines better."

"How did you respond?" In my dirty little mind, I pictured her just pulling his pants down and swallowing his dick without a word. 

"I told him that if it was the right man's cock, he would probably be correct, but that a random cock would leave me feeling so guilty that my abs would totally clamp tight. So he grabbed his meat in his fist and rubbed it once, still in those ridiculous track pants, like he was waiting. Then, I couldn't help it. I laughed."

As if to demonstrate, my daughter guffawed from her belly, unrestrained, relaxing fully for the first time since returning home to find the aftermath of me fucking her sister and her friend. 

"So he suggested that I come home and think about my future as a cheerleader. Which is what I was doing when I walked in on you and...you and Dulcie...and...and...Jeanie."

Her composure was shaken again, a single big tear glistening in the corner of her left eye. 

"Sorry I lost it in there..." she sniffled. "What the three of you want to do really is none of my business."




No More Monkeys... Ch. 03



"Let's talk about you. We covered cheerleading. Now, what about why you really came home – I sense you haven't told me everything."

She had talked about her virginity in the past tense, and then hinted that if she had fucked the obnoxious assistant coach, he would have been her first. I suppose that, having deflowered her sister, I should be willing to be my older daughter's first, but another part of me still wondered just how much perversion one man could handle. My cock of course argued that I should just shut up and fuck her. 

While I waited, I gently rubbed her shoulder and upper arm. My fingers brushed the ends of her hair, casually tracing down to where her nipples strained against her top. Caro hummed, leaning closer. The edge of my hand slid over the tip of her nubbin. 

"Oh, Daddy, you always did know me," she giggled, leaning closer, pressing her tit against the back of my hand. I silently flicked her nipple with my finger and squeezed it between the sides of two fingers. She groaned, eyes losing focus, jaw slack. 

"As angry as that jerk made me, I still had to realize that he might be right. Even if he was wrong, all I had to lose by trying was this cherry that no one really values anymore."

She leaned back, stretching her nipple until it slid out from between my fingers with a 'plop'. Her mouth spread in a grin as she sprawled back on her pillows, looking more fourteen than nineteen. 

"If he was right, I would become the cheerleader that I've dreamed about being since the first time I saw one on TV," she continued. "So I decided that I needed to get laid."

This time her pause included chewing her bottom lip, and her eyes rolled to the ceiling. 

"But I didn't want it to be some random jock, or a dorm room buddy fuck. I didn't want to be just another slut that the boys talk about in the locker room. In fact, I realized that I needed to make love, not just get laid. And then, I realized that there's only one man that I truly love and trust."

Once again her eyes met mine as she elbowed herself back up to a sitting position, her tit pressed against my arm. Giggling girlishly, she boldly reached over and stroked my shaft.

"So that's pretty much the whole story Daddy. I came home this weekend to try to seduce you, and see if fucking you limbered me up enough to keep up with the sluts on the team."

"And if not, then you'd just keep right on fucking until you were a slut just like them?"

Caro's eyes widened, her fingers stopping in my stroke. 

"What? Daddy, that's cruel."

"No man likes being used, not even by his loving daughter."

Her lip thrust out in a pout, but just for a second. Then she lifted her hand from my lap, scooting closer so that our knees touched. She cupped my chin in her palm, leaning forward until our lips met. Her tongue pushed past my teeth, entering deep into my mouth. She might still be a virgin but she was a great kisser. 

"Is that better than Jeanie?" she asked as she came up for air. "I'm still a bit upset that she seems to have gotten to fuck you first, but I have to admit that it was the way that you always looked at her that made me pretty confident that you'd want to fuck me."

She giggled again. "Of course, I thought I'd have to be a lot more subtle about seducing you."

"So, you are curious how it will feel to have a cock inside you?" I finally knew I was on safe ground.

"Not just any old cock – this old cock," she grinned, stroking my shaft from the root to the head, cupping my fatness in her palm, flicking my slit with her thumbnail. A shudder ran through my spine. 

"It's sort of convenient that you were already naked." Caro giggled, and then got serious, just for a second. "Remind me to thank the girls. I think I owe them an apology." 

"Well, I've never been fucked by a cock, but from what your mother used to tell me, if it's the right cock, fucking can be the most astonishing thrill thing you could ever imagine. She used to say that fucking a random boy like she used to do before we met was fun, but that the right cock made it breathtaking."

"This cock feels right, at least in my hand. I can barely wait to feel what it feels like in my pussy. I'm so wet just thinking about it." 

My daughter moved her free hand, lifting her butt slightly off the bed. She grabbed my arm, guided my hand to her crotch. I felt her excitement right through the soaked fabric of her shorts. As she rubbed my hand along her gash, I realized that she was not wearing panties. 

"Are you really a virgin?" I asked, still unsure about this. 

Deflowering Dulcie, who was younger, had been wrong. I knew that, which was why I had avoided repeating the error, until Dulcie enlisted Jeanie to seduce me again. Although Carolyn was the older sister, in many ways she was more vulnerable. A bad start to her sexual experience might scar her for life. Thinking of that first night with Dulcie, though, made my balls tighten harder up under my groin. In spite of all the seed that they had already pumped out today, they wanted more. They wanted to fill Carolyn. 

Caro's girly giggle jolted me out of my reverie. "Not if you include toys. Or certain fruits and veggies. Did you think I was really eating all that many bananas, carrots and cucumbers?"

Her ear to ear smile was wicked and innocent all at once, reminding me of this mischievous girl at six, which was over a dozen years ago. Now, as then, no matter how naughty she was, that grin made me forgive her. 

"I'm ready to give up the burden of this technical virginity. I'm tired of it and it's stupid to wait for Prince Charming. I know I always said I wanted to wait for someone special, but now I realize that what I really need for my first time is somebody experienced, who loves me, and will be gentle enough, but also take charge. I want to enjoy it the first time, so that I can look forward to the next time. I think you are that man for me, even though you are my Daddy. That is unless you object."

"How could I say no, and risk you becoming a secret stalker of market gardens?" 

We shared a belly laugh over that, just like when she was six or so, but now, over a dozen years later, as she put her head on my shoulder and I stroked her hair, she stroked my cock. 

After a quiet moment, she replied. "I know some people might think it's sick, fucking my Dad, but it seems perfect to me."

"I think it's beautiful that you love me enough to want to share yourself with me. Obviously, what I've already done with your sister proves that I'm not like most dads. I just hope you aren't jealous that she had me first - you are the older sister, after all."

Caro chuckled. "Well, I did think it might be a bit harder to get you past the taboo, you can be rather conventional. I thought that I might have to work a bit harder to seduce you. But all the way home, I was thinking about how I figured you hadn't had sex since Mom died; how you spent most of last summer perving over my team mates; and how your cock would get hard around Jeanie. Even if you jerk off a lot, I figured my tits would entice you."

As she spoke, she released my meat long enough to slowly rub my chest, and then steady my chin, moving her mouth close to mine. At first, she kissed me like she always had – a brief peck on the lips. But then, she kissed me again, her lips spreading, tongue caressing my teeth, as her hard nipples poked against my torso. 

My tongue had a mind of its own, answering my daughter's actions with welcoming reciprocity, allowing her to invade right into my cheek before jousting like swordplay in an old movie. I could taste mint gum of her breath. 

Without speaking, Caro eventually came up for air. She raised her arms above her head, and I knew without further direction what she wanted. My fingers stumbled only slightly with nervousness as I peeled the skin tight tank top off her body, which required care and effort since it was pretty much glued to her flesh from perspiration. 

For the first time since puberty, I got a look at my older daughter's naked tits, crowned by a perfect pair of pebbly prominences, ruby red nipples sticking out, begging to be kissed. So I do. Caro moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, holding my mouth tight to the right nipple, and then, without breaking tongue to skin contact, rolling my face across the valley of her cleavage until my lips found the left nipple for equal time. 

My hands copied hers, playing in her hair, but then I ran them down her back, rubbing gently. As I reached the top of her ass, my fingers brushed against her shorts. Once they came off, no barriers would remain. I would be committed to fucking my nineteen year old daughter, completing the transformation of our loving family. 

Carolyn rotated her hips, obviously enjoying my touch. After a long groan, she released my head and fell back against her pillows, her tit falling away from my lips.

"Mmmm...that feels good...thanks..." she said dreamily, her eyes half shut. 

She lay there for a moment, my hands locked around her waist, fingers still grasping the top of her butt. Each deep breath caused her tits to heave. All the gymnastics required for cheerleading had created so much muscle tone that the mounds stood upright on her chest, the nipples like cherries on a sundae. 

Smiling up at me, she cupped the bottom of her tits in her palms, hefting them playfully, giggling. Then she grasped both nipples between thumb and forefinger and tugged them outwards. This made her close her eyes with a gasp. Her hips bounced lightly off the bed, her legs bumping up under my thighs, where I had ended up straddling her without even realizing it. 

"I love it a bit painful, but not too much," she spoke, eyes still shut, as if talking to herself. Then, opening her eyes, she looked directly at me. "But I like your teeth even better than my fingers."

She grinned at me joyfully, again reminding me that this was my little girl. Except for the grown up boobs, she was just like that six year old I remembered. 

My cock however was guilt free. I had been so focussed on Caro that I had ignored my own body for a few minutes. When her eyes travelled down my chest, past my belly, I looked down. My erection remained upright, throbbing, but too stiff for anything but the slit to move. Precum seeped along the underside of the head. The way Caro's tongue wet her lower lip; I assumed that she was wishing she could reach her mouth close enough to taste me. 

I knew that I wanted to taste the wet pussy hidden inside her shorts. The room was becoming infused with her aroma. Her hips were humping up off the mattress as she squirmed.

"Are you going to tell me no more monkeys bouncing on the bed?" she teased.

"A little late for that I think."

"Good. As long as I'm not too old."

"Sweetie, you'll never be too old for me."

"Really? Because I bet when you're 80, you'll be chasing candy stripers."

"Perhaps, but I'll be hoping that you tie them up for me." 

As we bantered, I enjoyed the close up view of her pussy, the lips becoming more evident as the fabric became wetter. I could no longer resist. My fingers slid along the inside of my daughter's thigh, up the leg of her shorts, and I began to caress her crease. She did not complain, continuing to look straight into my eyes. Her only reaction was a slight humping upward against my fingers. This drew me right inside her cunt, and as my fingers passed into her sex she reached out with both hands and grasped wrist, holding my hand in place as she masturbated against it. It only took maybe a half minute before I felt what had to be her orgasm. 

As she climaxed she groaned, "See, don't be scared. I might still be your little girl, but I'm a big girl too. I won't break. But now you really do need to fuck me. Admit it. You want to fuck me."

I was too stunned to speak.

"Say it. Say 'I want to fuck you.'"

"I want to fuck you," I creaked out. 

Carolyn giggled. "Good. I bet that felt great. Not like it was any big secret - your cock kind of made it obvious."

She pulled herself upright on the bed, cupping my balls in her palm and once again running her hand up the underside of my shaft. This time, she bent over and lightly kissed the tip of my cock. When her face came back up into sight, her lips glistened with my leakage. Her tongue rolled across her lower lip, savouring my taste. 

"I just need to be sure that it is really what you wanted, that you aren't doing this just to get even up with your sister, or out of rivalry with Jeanie, or because you're upset about cheerleading. Maybe we should wait."

Carolyn stuck her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. She had been doing that to get her way since she was small. It had stopped around puberty – I heard her Mom tell her that teasing men was not what young ladies do, and that even though I was Caro's Daddy, I was first and foremost a man. This was the first time I remembered her trying it since her Mom had died. This time, there was no doubt that I was acting more as man than as Dad. 

I thought "But...you're my daughter."

I said nothing and wrapped my arms around her. She spooned into my lap, reaching around and wrapping her warm hand around my cock to adjust it underneath her taut young butt. I nuzzled my whiskered against her neck, and then kissed up and around to her lips. My hands naturally rubbed up her sides, making her purr like a kitten and her hips wriggled back against me. I cupped her tits while enjoying the sensation of her rubbing against my manhood, but the feel of the rough cotton soon became annoying. 

"If we're really going to do this, we need these shorts off," I finally said. 

She popped up off my lap and spun athletically, her ankles together briefly, but then, with a grin, she spread them and lifted her arms like she was practicing cheerleader moves. Her youthful boobs lifted with her arms rising above her head, but barely wobbled. My cock was a bit upset at the sudden loss of bodily contact, but it surged back to fullness in appreciation of the view. 

Her right hand dropped to her waist as her knees came together - almost knocking, betraying her nervousness. She paused, fingers on the button, smiled shyly and then met my eyes again. I had to look up from her waist to do this. As her grin spread wider, moved her eyes down, silently encouraging me to watch. She hummed as her hips rotated. 

I instantly recognized the song as "Do You think I'm Sexy." The only way she had learned this decidedly old non cheerleader song was as a kid. Her Mom used to love to play the Rod Stewart classic after the girls were settled in bed, and do a slow strip tease for me.

"Show me what a sexy daughter I have," I said, wondering whether Carolyn had heard the music through the floor, or had snuck down and watched her mother slowly disrobe, my cock growing, and then sink to her knees and swallow my excitement. My wife had been a great cocksucker. 

She danced harder, getting her knees into it. The button came open while I was distracted by her dazzling nipples, less than a foot in front of my face. I ached to taste them again, to see whether the added excitement altered the flavour. 

Humming louder, Caro allowed gravity to draw the shorts down her legs. As they dropped, she bent at the knees, just like her Mom used to, and smoothly lowered her head towards my lap. Without a word, she opened her jaw and allowed my cock to slide along her lower lip, her teeth barely touching the silky underside of my shaft. She closed her mouth around my meat only after her lips reached the root. My fingers ran through her hair, just how I used to do to encourage her mother – not that my wife ever needed encouragement to deep throat me.

"Where does a virgin learn to give head like that – have you been one of those 'anything but penetration' girls?" I asked, foolishly because answering would interrupt her blowing me, but honestly curious, because just a few months prior, I had overheard her describing Jeanie as a slut, and claiming that her limit was hand jobs. 

Caro lifted her head, a gob of spittle connecting her lower lip to the tip of my cock. 

"Even nice girls watch porn Dad," she snickered. 

"I suppose next you'll tell me that your Mom gave you lessons, using a banana or something..."

A wrinkle ran across her forehead, her eyes looked sad and confused. 

"Of course not, Daddy. I was too young for that when Mom...died," she swallowed a sob. "B...bu...but..."

"Yes?" I suspected I knew what was next, but my balls wanted my daughter to say it. 

"I used to watch Mommy give you head, at night, when you thought I was asleep. Not when I was a little girl or anything gross like that. The first time was an accident. It wasn't like the later times – you knew I wasn't sleeping the first time. You just thought I wasn't home. I was supposed to be at a cheerleader sleep over at Jeanie's, but I forgot my retainer. I came home to get it. Dulcie was in bed. It was dark out. You and Mom were back by the pool. I saw you from the kitchen. Her back was to me and your head was tossed back. I bet your eyes were closed. I was mesmerized, couldn't stop watching. Afterwards, I felt ashamed, embarrassed to have violated your privacy. But after a few days, I craved more. So when I heard that song, I knew to sneak out to the top stair."

"Y...you watched...your M...Mom suck my cock?" It was my turn to stammer. 

Caro's breath warmed my cockhead as she chuckled. 

"And in a moment, I'm hoping that you'll be glad that I did."

She pumped her fist up my shaft. I felt my slit gape open, drops of precum oozing. Her tongue teased me, dipping tantalizingly near my tip, but not quite licking me again. 

"Was it just one time?" 

Her laughter was even richer, her whole body shaking. I especially loved how her tits quivered. 

"Are you kidding? It was so hot; I started to lay awake at night praying that I'd hear Mom starting to seduce you. I came so hard fingering myself while I was watching. Plus, after the second or third time, I realized that she had more than one approach to technique, so I decided that I ought to learn about all of them. You really seemed to appreciate the variety and I expected that when I met the right guy to practice on, so would he. At the time, I never dreamed that it would be you."

She lifted her face upwards, a wide smile beaming up at me.

"I'm glad it is," she moaned, and before I could speak further, she lowered her mouth. This time, instead of trying to swallow me effortlessly, she rolled her tongue around my helmet, bathing the purple flesh in her saliva. 

I reached out, briefly rubbed her back. My hands quickly headed around her body, palming breast flesh from the sides. My fingers trapped her swollen nipples, kneading them carefully, not wanting to scare her with pain. If this was to be my daughter's first fuck, I wanted her to enjoy it. 

She lowered her mouth down my shaft more slowly than the earlier effort, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she went. Her fingers massaged my balls. I realized after a moment that I had adapted my rhythm of my pawing to her pace. 

Once her lips kissed my root, she slid her mouth up quickly, giggling, saying "express elevator" and then lowering her face, this time to plant a single kiss on my scrotum.

Then she sat up again, smiling. "You taste even more yummy than I imagined."

My daughter must have seen the concern dance across my face, because she chuckled again, reached out and gave my left nipple a twist. "Yes, I know that it's not just you I'm tasting, but that's okay, I guess, this time."

"This time?"

"Well, so far it's so great that I think I'll want more. It's only fair that I get you at least once unimpaired by you having already been partially spent - not to mention all musky."




No More Monkeys... Ch. 03



She followed this up with more laughter. Her nipples danced before my eyes. My cock shuddered in time with that movement, causing even more giggles.

"Is it doing that because it likes me?"

Before I could speak, she kissed me, running her tongue into my mouth, feeding me the flavour of my pre cum mixed with the spunky juices of her sister and friend. Just as quickly, she broke off the kiss, but kept her fingers twined in my hair. 

As I looked into those clear eyes, I realized that my prick was even harder, in spite of all the sex earlier, and the sheer taboo I was about to shatter. 

I thought to myself 'Ohmigawd, first I let myself be seduced by Dulcie; then I let her add Jeanie in a threesome, and now I'm about to fuck my older daughter. What have I done? How am I going to deal with the fallout? I'm not some pervert. Being a dirty old man, sure, but fucking my daughters? That's incest. That's not what good dads do.' 

I must have muttered the last bit out loud, because Carolyn snickered and whispered, "You're the best Daddy, and I know what I want you to do."

She guided my head down, clamping my mouth to her nipple. This time, instead of just sucking, I gave it a bit of a nibble. She tossed her head back, groaned and moaned, "more..."

I bit harder, feeling her whole body quake. I held her back in my strong hands, easing my teeth off her tit. Our bodies slipped tight to one another, my hardness pressed firm into her belly as orgasm wracked her flesh. I felt her teeth bite into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. As the tremors eased, she raised her head and kissed me again, sharing with me that ever more intimate taste. 

"I'm ready, Daddy," she breathed, our faces still close enough that I felt the words before I heard them. 

"I want to give you exactly what you want, just what you need, so tell me..."

"Put it in, Daddy; put your great big fat cock deep inside my wet cunt. Make me a woman. " 

Without any hesitation, she removed any choice, lifting her hips up and away, using her athleticism to aim her slit over the tip of my cock and pushing the head of my cock into her opening. I steadied her with my hands, at first, but then realized that I was restraining her from lowering herself further. 

"Don't worry Daddy, no cheerleader's hymen survives practising the splits. I doubt you could hurt me. Though you are mighty huge compared to a carrot."

I had just the briefest moment of concern about what Carolyn was going to expect after this sex – was it just fucking, or was it something more to her? Like every father, I wanted my daughter to meet a nice boy and get married. I did not want to come between her and that happy ending. 

Slowly, the physical resistance of Caro's tight twat, and my emotional resistance both faded away, her muscles and my conscience relaxing.

"Oh, I can feel how fat the head of your cock is, Daddy," she sighed. "I can feel how it's stretching me."

She laughed. "Don't fret, silly...it feels great!"

"I can't believe how tight you are."

"A lot smaller than that slut Jeanie, I bet."

There was a moment when I think we both decided not to discuss how Dulcie's cunt compared to Carolyn's. Fucking both my daughters was proving tricky in many ways. I tried to just focus on the sensation of her abs clutching her walls tightly around my muscle as her rock hard nipples scraped along my chest. 

Finally, she had drawn me fully inside her, sinking all the way to my lap, my balls slapping against her perineum. I thought that being a virgin, this would have been more difficult for her, but my daughter was riding my cock like a pro rodeo rider. Her nether lips molded themselves tight around the base of my pulsating prick, but her wetness allowed her to slide back upwards with ease. 

"Daddddyyyy . . ." Caro moaned out as she thrust up and down, her hips rotating slightly to twist her pussy walls around my cock as she moved."You're so hard and stiff. Soooo much better than a cucumber."

"You're not a virgin anymore," I observed. But I'm not wearing protection – if you aren't on the Pill I shouldn't come inside of you."

It was a little late for that thought, of course – even my pre cum contained enough seed to impregnate an egg, and I was bound to be seeping some actual semen. 

"Mom put me on the Pill years ago - 'better safe than sorry', she said," Caro said as she kept bouncing. 

"Your Mom was smart as well as sexy," I replied, trying not to allow either of us to get maudlin."Sexy runs in the women of the family."

"Of course, I didn't think I'd be waiting this long to need the protection," my daughter continued, "but now I'm glad I never quit taking it. I want to feel what it's like being totally filled with your seed."

"Well, I'll do my best, but at this point, I might not have recovered enough to totally fill you."

"Then we'll just have to do it again tomorrow – will you be fully recharged by then?" she asked, kissing me intensely before I could respond. 

"I sure hope so," I replied in a conversational tone, almost ignoring the weirdness of my daughter's cunt tight around the knob of my cock. "I've never had a day like today before."

"Not even with Mom?"

I couldn't understand why Carolyn seemed to want to bring up my deceased wife while we had sex. It was at best a distraction, and risked being a turn off, I thought. But then I noticed that each time she used the word "Mom", my balls twitched and my shaft throbbed. 

"Before you girls were born, we had sex many times a day. When you were little, we had to be more careful, but your Mom was always an enthusiastic...lover."

Caro laughed, her belly contracting around my cock in a very pleasant motion.

"Did you pause because you almost said that Mom was an enthusiastic fuck?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Caught me."

"It's okay. I liked how passionate you guys were. Though it sort of made me ashamed not to be hornier myself. That's another reason why I'm so glad that we're doing this. So that I can be just like Mom."

'You're off to a great start."

"But I'm sure I have so much more to learn. I hope that you'll teach me."

The whole time we were talking, my daughter was humping her hips up and down against mine, her slick wet pussy enveloping my cock. I moved my hands around to cup her ass, squeezing and kneading. She responded to this by moaning, putting her head against my chest, but still fucking me. I looked down at her, appreciating again just what a beautiful young woman I had created. So much like her mother. 

My hands continued roaming lower, until my fingers spread wide apart, and instead of massaging her backside, I realized that I was pulling it, opening her anal cleavage, my fingertips curling up inside that curvature. 

My balls had been tight against my groin for a long time, begging for release, but I knew that Carolyn had to have the first climax. The more my fingers travelled along the inside of her ass, the deeper her moaning got, so I decided to take a chance and pushed one finger to the rim of her anus, and then pressed hard against the flesh, tugging her sphincter open at an angle. 

She stiffened, lifting her head up from my torso. My finger instinctively retreated. When her eyes met mine, I saw that they were dancing with excitement. Her mouth was open, in a grin, but then her lower lip dropped and she panted slightly, her movements around my cock slowing. 

"No, don't stop. I liked that," she instructed. 

I licked a droplet of sweat off of the tip of her nose and gave her a most unfatherly kiss as I worked my hands further underneath her ass, lifting her bottom so that only the tip of my cock was inside the lips of her cunt. When I dropped her back down my shaft, she grunted. One finger of my left hand was stretching her anus open while the long finger of my right hand slid knuckle deep into her ass. I could feel the involuntary spasms of pleasure which this caused, and then she wriggled her hips, screwing her ass around my finger. I fought to hold back my orgasm, wanting her to come first, feeling that she was on the brink, but neither of us was quite sure how to tip her over. 

"Sooo much better than vegetables," she moaned as she broke the kiss, panting for oxygen. 

"I bet you can come better like this than with veggies too," I coached.

"Almost there," she panted, resuming pistoning up and down on my cock, my rigid finger now sliding in and out of her ass. With all her athletic grace, Carolyn shifted without missing a stroke, unwrapping her long legs from under her body, wrapping them around my waist, forcing me deeper into her, pulling herself against me with more leverage.

"I can feel it building in both of us," she moaned.

So could I. Both her sphincter and her labial muscles were clutching at my invading hard flesh. Her well defined cheerleader calves were flexing firmly against my lower back just above my ass keeping time with each stroke as she took control, ramming her body against mine. Her entire body began to quake as her movements became shorter, but harder. As she bounced, her rock hard nipples scraped at my chest. 

"I've never loved you so much as at this moment," she sighed. "Thank you for doing this for me."

It was just the sort of thing her mother used to say at the moment of climax. It always pushed me over the brink. 

" Yesssss, this is it," she sighed, "what I need..."

She flexed her lower legs one last time, crossing her ankles and shoving me fully into the depths of her hungry womb as it spasmed around my pulsating prick. My finger was still thrust deep inside her ass. I could feel my own explosion, and the clenching of her groin.

"Caro," I whispered, biting down on her ear so as not to awaken her sister with a scream. My balls throbbed, finally demanding release, flooding great gobs of goo up my shaft toward that waiting receptacle.

I held her body tight against mine as we climaxed together. It felt like our two bodies had melted into one bonded by the semen as it squirted out through my throbbing cock, filling this forbidden fruit. Finally, her asshole relaxed around my finger as one last big shudder shook her body. 

"Daddy," she sighed, her head falling to my shoulder. We stayed in our embrace, her legs relaxed but still behind me, holding me loosely against her as our breathing slowly returned to normal. My cock softened quickly after a full day of fucking, but was still resting inside her pussy. 

I smiled down at her. She was still my daughter, but now she was so much more - she had also become my lover. Unlike my earlier confusion about her sister, I knew that we would continue as lovers. All my earlier fear that this would destroy our love had flowed away as our juices mingled. Our love already felt so much stronger. 

We had a great future of fucking to look forward to. We had moved so fast, I realized, that I had not even tried finger fucking her, tasting her sweet cunt, playing with her clit. Having felt how much she loved my finger up her ass, I of course was wondering whether she would enjoy my cock up there just as much, or more. It would be fun working up to it, moving to two fingers, then three, and then perhaps a butt plug or anal beads, and then, finally, ass fucking. Half the fun would be teaching her. 

"Was it good for you too, Daddy?" my daughter asked.

"It was – you are – incredible."

I hesitated, stopped just before saying "just like your mother." 

"I'm glad that I picked you to be my first, Daddy. You were perfect. I felt your love shooting into me with your sperm, not like if I was with some greedy hungry younger guy or that gross cheerleading coach."

"So, Monday you'll return to school?" 

Even as I said the words, my heart sank. I was to be my daughter's first, but I sensed I would be the first of many. I had done more than unlock her hips. I had unleashed her libido. I feared that I had created a slut. 

"I think so, but first we have a lot more fucking to get out of the way. Then maybe I should look into moving to a school closer to home, so that I can visit most weekends, to help Dulcie keep you satisfied. Besides which, we can't trust that girl to keep you out of Jeanie's evil clutches."

"Don't be jealous. She fucks like an angel, not like a devil."

Caro rewarded my risky comment about her chum with a hearty laugh and replied, "With all her experience, I bet she is a great fuck, but I'm worried that she'll bewitch you then break your heart."

It was my turn to laugh.

"Trying to keep me for yourself...or just to share with your sister?"

Before she answered, my daughter lifted her head off my chest and kissed the tip of my nose. She also guided my hand to her breast, encouraging me to massage that flesh, and tweak the nipple.

"No, Daddy, I know I should end up with a boy – a young man - my own age, so it's only fair that you end up with a woman of your own. But if you end up remarrying I want my stepmom to be old enough to be like a real mom." 

She chuckled, and then moaned in response to my tugging her nipple. 

"Of course, if you just want to keep fucking college girls, I guess I can understand that too, but then I'd worry about you ending up alone and lonely." 

This time, her throaty laugh was as evil as any thoughts she ascribed to Jeanie. My tired cock stirred just a bit inside her warm wetness.

"Maybe we need to find you an age appropriate wife who's willing to indulge you in an occasional young fuck."

She looked up at me, eyes dancing brightly.

"Including you I suppose," I finished the thought.

"Of course, plus Dulcie if she wants."

"Where does Jeanie fit in this elaborate fantasy of yours?" 

My daughter chewed her lip like she was nine not nineteen, thinking about the answer. 

"Wellll, I suppose if you like fucking her, and your wife says it's okay, she could visit once in a while. Just as long as she doesn't get any more than any other girl. Too much of any young stuff other than in the family might put your marriage at risk. But I don't see the big deal about Jeanie. She's such a skank."

"Well, she does like to fuck." I conceded. "But she exudes a radiant sexual energy. Even Dulcie succumbed to it."

"I noticed. I never figure that my little sister would try the bi side."

"Maybe if you tasted it, you would understand it too."

"Tasted, huh?"

Which was a better answer than the "ewww" I had expected. Though it shows how quickly I had become a fully depraved dad, urging my daughter to try sapphic love. I had jumped right past the fact that both Dulcie and I had been turned on just by Jeanie's sensuality, and that the pleasures of actually sampling her sex had just been our reward. Thinking about my older daughter playing with her friend, preferably while I watched, made my cock start to stiffen again. 

"It's the best way to know for sure."

"But what if I don't like it?"

"Have you ever tried your own taste?"

"Yes, but before I had fucked. I imagine a slut tastes used."

Our eyes locked. Caro finally broke the silence.

"Are you thinking 'you could find out right now'?" she laughed. "but you're afraid to say it, because you don't want to call me a slut?"

My blush was all the answer she needed. 

"I think I have a better idea. Since I sort of know what fresh pussy tastes like, and who knows whether Jeanie would ever be really fresh, I better investigate the flavour of fresh fucked pussy."

"If it's freshly fucked, I think it's called a cunt. Do you want me to pull out so that you can stick a finger into your cunt to get a taste, or would you rather lick it off one of my fingers?"

"I have a better idea," she giggled.

"What's that?"

"I want to taste it right off your cock. Since you think I'm an instant slut anyway, we should find out what sort of cocksucker I am."

"But you already sucked..." I stopped reminding her, because I remembered that just as she had sucked my cock, it had been coated with the dried remnants of fucking both Dulcie and Jeanie, so Caro had actually also sampled her friend's flavour, perhaps without thinking about it. But my cock commanded my brain that it wanted more time being bathed by her talented tongue.

"Shut up, listen to your cock. I can feel what it wants," she laughed. 

"I can't believe how hard I am again so soon. That's proof what a great lover you are."

She kissed me again, lips pressed firmly for several heartbeats, but no tongue this time. While she had me distracted, she lifted her hips and slid back on the bed. Even the warm summer air was a shock to my cock after the warmth of her cunt. It bobbled down toward the mattress, but the sight of her dangling tits, with the bright red nipples dipping as she lowered her head into my lap quickly caused it to stand up straight. 

Her hands rested on my inner thighs, pushing them apart, as she relaxed her lower jaw and again demonstrated her deep throat talent. I was insanely proud of my daughter's ability, glad to be the beneficiary of this occasion, but knowing also that some other lucky guy – or guys - soon would enjoy the experience. 

In the second before her lips came together at the base of my cock, I felt regret at not having tasted her virginal cunt. I quickly decided that I better go for the next best thing, and taste her cream pie before she was further despoiled by some other guy. 

"Sixty-nine." My voice came out sounding like a frog croaking. 

My daughter stopped sucking my cock, lifting her mouth far enough to speak, but her stray hairs still brushed my thighs and her breath teased my slit. 

"What?" she asked in a startled tone.

"Being a virgin, I guess you've never tried it, but I assume you know what it is. You suck me while I eat you. Each of our heads in the other's laps. The way we nestle looks like the 6 and the 9 in the number 69, so all the cool kids call it that."

"Well, we are cool kids," Carolyn laughed."But I don't know if I'll be any good at it."

"So far, you seem like a fast learner, and your training for cheerleading should make you flexible enough not to have a problem getting into position."

"Does one person go on top? Which one? Or do we lie side by side?"

"Your mom and I like to switch around, to keep it fresh, but one person kneeling above the other is probably how most people learn it first."

"But I'm all...spunky. Isn't that gross?"

"You might find some guys who think so, but just like you want to taste my coated cock, I like a nice creamy cunt to eat. In fact, I like that better than a freshly showered one."

As we spoke, my daughter was playing with my balls, and stroking the base of my cock, making sure my well used weapon remained at least semi hard. Then she started shifting on the bed so that rather than being between my legs, she was beside me. I knew that she was signalling her willingness to try this different sort of sex.

This meant that her head was once again up level with mine. She gently planted a kiss on my cheek. I turned toward her. Our lips met, opening to allow our tongues to find the other. Her right breast was heavy against my arm as I felt her excited breathing. 

"Let's do it," she breathed as we ended the kiss. "I just hope you like my taste as much as Mom's."

After her early curious questioning, I expected more negotiations about who was going on top, but instead Caro simply twisted her body, lowering her head back over my cock as she raised her hips into the air. With the hand which was not massaging my balls, she gently eased my shoulder backwards. Just a tiny shove and I sank back onto the mattress. Her leg swung across my face and body, until I had a perfect view of her sodden pussy above me. 

She needed no further directions, instinctively knowing to lower her hips over my face as she lowered her mouth toward my groin. I felt the weight of her tits on my belly as she swallowed my full length smoothly, again demonstrating the skills her mother had taught her. Only then though did I realize how hard and ready I was. At my age, this was a real tribute to my daughter's sensual appeal and energy. I knew that no matter how taboo this was, I would not be able to give up fucking her. As the first drop of her juices, mixed with mine, dripped onto my lips, I decided that if I did ever remarry, my new wife would have to accept the reality of me fucking at least my older daughter, and Dulcie too if she wanted to continue. 




No More Monkeys... Ch. 04



"Yeah, Daddy, who's better, Dulcie or me?"

As I woke up, I recalled that was the last thing my older daughter, Carolyn had said before I had drifted off to sleep, with her sprawled around me in my bed, and her eighteen year old sister Dulcie standing in the doorway. 

The two girls were both competitive cheerleaders, but it was rare to see them treat each other as rivals. Perhaps it was Caro's shock at walking in on me bouncing on Dulcie's bed, entertaining not just my younger daughter, but Carolyn's friend and former classmate Jeanie, combined with Dulcie's only slightly lesser surprise later to find Carolyn getting even by using me to deflower herself. 

So I had to wonder, in the waking instant before I opened my eyes, whose warm mouth was enveloping my hard cock right down to the root. Whoever it was, her fingers were rolling my balls and caressing the base of my shaft whenever her mouth rose to hold just my helmet within her lips, tongue bathing me, teeth nibbling gently around the ridge of my head. I decided not to open my eyes just yet. Instead I reached down and stroked some smooth hair. Still not a clue which girl was blowing me. 

"Relax, enjoy it, and don't over-think it."

These wise words might have been just in my mind, or they might have belonged to Carolyn, in which case, since velvety tongue was rolling around my balls, would mean that it was her younger sister performing the oral sex. But then a head lay on my shoulder, and something about the size and shape made me think it was Dulcie who proceeded to kiss my neck and nibble down to my nipple. 

Whichever daughter was giving me the wake up hummer had once again opted for good old fashioned deep throating. I could feel just a hint of lips and teeth, picturing a wide open mouth surrounding my cock as she sank her nose into my nest of hair, only to rise quickly, kiss my pre cum coated tip, and then repeat the motion. I assumed that the fingers which started massaging my scrotum must belong to the same young woman sucking on my nipple. 

I began to stroke each girl's back, my hands flowing along their lithe flesh, but still this gave me no clue who was performing which role. Their similar hairstyles -- straight, just below the shoulders, suited for a perky cheer babe pony tail, added to my sweet confusion.

"How can I judge who's better if I don't know who is doing what?" I muttered out loud.

The mouth lifted off my cock, and both girls shifted on the bed, giggling, in unison, they spoke the same words, more like twins that an eighteen and nineteen year old.

"No one told you that you had to keep your eyes shut, Daddy. You decided that yourself."

Finally, I peeked through my eyelids, the sun filtering into my bedroom. Carolyn was perched on the edge of my bed to my left, one leg dangling behind her towards the floor, as if she was not sure whether she was coming or going. Her beaming grin suggested though that she had enjoyed coming earlier when I had deflowered her. Her erect nipples hinted that she was ready for more. I felt my cock bobbing up and down in anticipation. 

That meant Dulcie was on my right. Shifting my gaze in her direction, I saw that she was more aggressive, as usual, straddling my thigh, her eyes focused directly on my cock. Her slight rocking motion made her tits wobble, begging to be kissed, fondled, nipples nibbled. She began running her fingers through my belly hair. 

My two daughters swivelled their heads toward each other, and again spoke in unison.

"Monkeys bounce on the bed!" they giggled as they shouted, just like when they were kids. 

If Caro had any reluctance, she shed it in that moment, pushing off the foot on the floor to jump on my mattress with gusto, while her sister, more restrained for once, humped my leg. I could feel that her pussy was still damp, or perhaps, wet again from her own expectation of more sexual exploration. I just lay still for the moment, watching how my beautiful girls jiggled just a bit, their nipples seeming to extend with each bounce.

Carolyn bounced a bit awkwardly, her knee striking my thigh roughly, and almost fell. Her hand shot out instinctively, grabbing her sister's shoulder for stability. There was no sexual intent, but the result was electric. Dulcie leaned forward in response, and without a word their lips met, their mouths opened, their tongues intertwined. I had never suspected that this would happen, yet when it unfolded, it seemed totally natural. 

My cock throbbed even harder, and I cupped it in my palm, lightly stroking it to try to calm myself. I could not remember ever being this turned on. My balls drew up tight against my groin, and I knew that I needed to be careful not to explode while watching, because my daughters still needed me to judge the contest as to which of them was a better fuck. Even in perversity, they had such a competitive spirit. 

At that instant, though, they were too busy exploring each other to fight. Carolyn raised her free hand and stroked her sister's hair. Dulcie in turn grasped Caro's hair in both hands, holding their faces together in that fierce kiss. Then Dulcie's left hand dropped down, caressing her sibling's back. I could hear Caro moaning into Dulcie's mouth. They shifted closer, their nipples brushing against each other, and then their young firm tits mashed together, so that from my reclining vantage point, it was hard to tell where one daughter ended and the other began. 

I was struck by how similar their beauty was. Carolyn's slightly greater ripeness was offset by Dulcie's freshness. If they remembered to insist on me picking one as "better", looks would be even. They had not, of course, been talking about looks. They wanted me to pick which was a better incestuous fuck bunny, which was better at bouncing on the bed. That meant points for cock sucking, and fucking, but also for the playfulness, the teasing, the seduction, the hand-job, the rubbing, the kissing. 

My balls loved those thoughts, taking my enumeration of the judging list as promising fresh performances. My brain was shocked that I was even considering either possibility. The conflict was resolved quickly, as I decided that I should just blame Jeanie. I had been doing fine at resisting further fucking of Dulcie until that slut had intervened, and Carolyn would not have wanted to get even if she had not witnessed my threesome with those two. Without Jeanie, my initial slip with Dulcie could have been laughed off as an accident, and forgotten. In fact, it was Jeanie's summers of flirting which had got me attracted to young women to start with. 

Who was I trying to kid -- the fucking with Dulcie had been incredible. No man could have forgotten that. And now that I had done a second round with Dulcie, I really ought to be thanking Jeanie. That, however, would have to wait for another day. Today, I knew, would be filled by my delightful darling daughters. Sometimes it seemed that, like her mother, Carolyn could read my thoughts. Just as I dreamed of Jeanie, Caro came up for air, breaking off kissing her sister long enough to glance down at my filly stiff cock, and smile beatifically at me.

"I really do need to thank Jeanie for more than just seducing you, Daddy," she panted. "If I hadn't seen her kissing Dulcie, I would never have had the guts to try it."

She turned her face to look at her sister.

"You're absolutely the best kisser."

Dulcie smiled back.

"Thanks. You aren't so bad yourself. You really should try kissing Jeanie too -- she has such lush wet tasty lips, and her tongue is silky."

"I bet it's silky on things other than your mouth too," Caro sighed, her eyes becoming unfocused, her thoughts apparently miles away. Then she gave her head a vigorously shake, bringing herself back to reality.

"I sure never thought about girl on girl sex -- well, I did, but only in an 'ewwww...grosss...' sort of way. Watching you with Jeanie makes me want to try it though." 

"Oh, Daddy, she just doesn't want her baby sister to have more fun bouncing on the bed than she does," Dulcie playfully teased, swatting Carolyn on the upper chest, just above her boob. 

This led to my two daughters play wrestling, still straddling my lower body. A few swats were exchanged, hair flew across faces, but quickly, Caro got hold of both of Dulcie's wrists, and, acting like the victor, leaned forward for her prize. Carolyn pressed her lips firmly against Dulcie's mouth, which opened slightly, allowing Caro to slide her tongue over Dulcie's teeth, deep into a cheek. 

From my vantage point below and just angled upwards, I could watch perfectly as Caro released Dulcie's right wrist so she could hold Dulcie's head, prolonging the kiss. As Dulcie moaned into her sister's mouth, her freed up hand dropped to Carolyn's breast, sliding quickly down the slop, lifting the weight, and focusing on the stiff nipple. Dulcie flicked the nub downward with her thumbnail, clearly using instincts already honed by her session with Jeanie. I watched her pinch the tip between thumb and forefinger, and firmly tug it away from the fleshy mound which it crowned. Now it was Caro's turn to moan, both hands buried in her sister's hair. 

Because I could see both of Caro's hands, I knew without tearing my gaze away from the kiss that it was Dulcie who reached down and began stroking my shaft with her free hand. For a neophyte, she had a wonderful intuitive grasp of the fundamentals of technique. She nestled my girth nicely in her palm, but wrapped her fingers lightly, so that she created friction, but did not hold me in a death grip, which would just have frustrated me, and then likely have caused me to blow my load prematurely when she did release what could effectively have functioned as a cock ring. 

'Top points for hand job technique,' my mental scorekeeper noted.

Going for the bonus points, Dulcie began ruffling the ridge at the bottom of my helmet. After a few strokes like that, she began running her fist up over and around my tip, never so aggressively that she triggered my orgasm, just enough to make me want to start lifting my hips off the mattress. She was twisting her wrist, her palm rotating around that sensitive skin, just brushing the flap tying the head to the shaft, careful not to scrape that tender area with her nails, but catching the ooze of precum with her fingertips. 

I was momentarily disappointed when Dulcie forced her mouth away from her sister's, resisting the pressure of Caro's fingers. That emotion passed quickly as soon as I realized that she was lifting her hand to her face. Her velvet tongue flicked out past her wet lower lip and she tasted my leaked fluid. Even though we had played twice already, so the taste was not new to her, there was still something about her girlish sense of wonderment which made my heart swell with fatherly pride, and my cock swell with lust. 

"Share!" Carolyn demands, petulantly, channelling her own inner child, just putting Dulcie further ahead on points. She followed her demand by grabbing her younger sister's wrist and drawing those juicy fingers to my older daughter's lips. 

I briefly reminded myself that actually declaring a winner was the surest way to ruin a great situation. As strong as my daughters' bonds were to me, they would always be intensely connected to each other. The fighting was just testing this attraction, and now, serving as foreplay. Watching Carolyn lower her mouth and suck two of Dulcie's fingers deep into her mouth, bathing them with her tongue, I recognized that they were about to end up as lovers. 

All the shame and confusion I had first felt after accidentally seducing Dulcie came flooding back. What sort of father wants to corrupt his daughters like this? This time, though, I did not waste weeks agonizing over the issue. Carolyn finally took Dulcie's fingers out of her mouth, but did not release her wrist. I felt my own mouth spread into a grin as my older daughter guided her sister's hand down so that Dulcie's fingers grazed Carolyn's boob. 

Dulcie needed no urging to grasp her sister's nipple, first just toying with it, but then gently twisting it. That quickly led to some playful tugging and pulling. Once Dulcie was engaged in this activity, Caro released her wrist, and then it was her turn to fondle my stiff cock. Given how recently she had been a virgin, I was impressed by the deftness of her touch, her thumb caressing the flap of skin under the head, building my excitement, making me tingle, but never quite taking me to climax,. Then I recalled that she had been giving hand jobs for some time as a means to satisfy her self-centred young dates. 

"Yes," I heard myself moan. 

My eyes closed for a moment. When they opened, both my girls were smiling down at me. 

Dulcie chuckled, the sound coming from way down low -- not just her throat, or her chest, but straight from her juicy cunt, I guessed. 

"I guess we both score well on hand jobs, huh?" she said.

"Right," her sister agreed with a nod. "Anybody can make a guy come quick with a bit of practice, but building his erection without ever tipping him over that edge - that takes real talent."

The gorgeous grins on my two angels' faces washed away a bit more of my guilt over incestuously corrupting them. 

'Besides,' the devil within reasoned, 'if it wasn't you it would be someone else. That cheerleading coach or some random pimply faced classmate. These two sluts are hungry for it.'

After showering me with the sunshine of their smiles, the girls made eye contact with each other, their grins giving way to more relaxed expressions. Then the corners of their mouths tilted upwards again, and they bobbed their chins just a smidgen, in unison, more like twins that siblings so close yet so far apart in age that they tended to be rivals, even for my sexual favours. 

I wondered briefly if they would bob down with such synchronization to tongue my cock, which certainly liked that mental image- my slit gaped open quickly as if it was a smiling mouth. 

But, I forgot, my daughters were women, so they had to talk.

"I am so wet just thinking about you fucking Dad," Dulcie said to her older sister. "It makes me want to fuck him all day and all night. Then seeing you play with his cock just makes me hungry for it."

"It makes my pussy ache to think about how hot you looked with that meat fucking you," Carolyn admitted. "I could not believe how aroused I was. I just had to have Dad pop my cherry. If I hadn't panicked, it would have happened right there in your room."

"That would have been so hot. Jeanie would have loved to have stayed and watched I bet."

Caro chuckled. "If she had, I bet the two of you wouldn't have watched for long before you ended up in a sixty-nine." 

"Would you?" Dulcie asked her sister, eyes dancing excitedly like she did at Christmas when she was a preschooler. 

"Would I what?" Caro was suddenly the serious older sister.

"Sixty-nine."

"With who?"

"Jeanie... or Dad... or..." Dulcie paused, looked down into the gap between her nipples and her sister's tits. Chewing her lip, again a childhood habit revived, she finished. "..or me."

"You little slut..." Carolyn laughed. "I don't know whether to be pissed off that you fucked Jeanie first, or to thank her for turning you on to girly sex."

"Fucked," Dulcie replied. "Did I fuck Jeanie?"

Her brow furrowed like a little girl, thinking hard, followed by another tiny nod. "Yeah, I guess I fucked Jeanie..."

A brief pause as her face turned red, the colour spreading down her throat, blossoming on her chest onto the top slops of her naked tits. "...and I'd like to do it again. Do you want to watch again Caro?" With that question, Dulcie looked womanly again, her mouth spreading into a wicked grin, her eyes dancing devilishly. She seemed pleased to have one upped her older sister. All the while, caressing Carolyn's tits with increasing furor, and starting to tug the nipples with more enthusiasm.

Caro evened things up, and grabbed the upper hand, first by giving Dulcie's left nipple a twist which wiped the grin away, though the wince was followed by a sigh that hinted towards my younger daughter enjoying pain. 

Then Caro finished by responding. "Not only would I like to watch, but I'd want to fuck Jeanie too. First, I think, so I'm not just getting your sloppy seconds."

Now she paused. I noticed that Dulcie waited, submissively, not using the pause to return the sadistic pleasure to Carolyn. The look on Caro's face was her girlhood 'Be quiet, I'm thinking' expression.

I resisted the temptation to reach up and twist her nipple, breaking her concentration. When she was little, I used to pull a pigtail to do the same thing -- some things don't change, we all can act eight years old again, or at least be tempted to. Something told me that if I acted my real age, better things would come my way today than what happened in third grade after I pulled Amy Smith's pigtails. Mrs. Blechenhorst had sent me to sit in the coat closet. Quickly, the voyeuristic possibilities of hiding in a closet flooded my hormone bathed brain, but I realized that when it came to my daughters and Jeanie, no hiding was necessary -- I could watch all I wanted, and sometimes, join in. 

'But perhaps,' the devil within me suggested,' they could invite other friends over and you could hide in there.'

I felt my grin broaden and watched my cock surge hungrily at that possibility. Images of my daughter's cheerleader chums started flashing through my brain, but Carolyn brought me back to reality. My cock was now standing solidly upright, like a flagpole, the only movement the slit slowly gaping open, then closing, like a goldfish blowing bubbles. 

"Oh, Dulcie, I think Daddy likes watching us at play," Caro giggled, and then pulled her sister's face forward for another tongue twisting kiss. 

My hand grasped the root of my manhood, but I resisted stroking, not wanting to risk climax just yet. Instead I reached my little finger down to my balls, teasing them. Fortunately, my brain caught up at that moment, reminding me that stimulating my balls was even more likely to cause my seed to surge upwards and out my tip. I knew that this might please my daughters, whose hungry tongues would love licking the spunk off my helmet, competing to clean me. However, it would kill their contest, and risk ending this escalating pleasure. I had to hold off as long as possible. Though I might be the first lover of both girls, soon they would be fucking like rabbits, and if I wanted to have them keep returning to Daddy, I had to offer something different. Young studs might recover quickly, but they would also ejaculate rapidly, without regard for their partner's pleasure. Sure, I had some skill based on experience, however rusty my recent celibacy had made me, but internet porn and relaxed social mores meant at least some twentysomethings might know tricks I had never thought of. My ace in the hole had to be endurance. 

For now, however, I was their only man, and they were mine alone, both together. I chuckled at the foolishness of worrying about the future when I had my two barely legal daughters actually competing to see which could please me better. Heck, if they both ran screaming tomorrow, I could probably last the rest of my life just masturbating to the memories of this weekend. Which did not even factor in the likelihood that Jeanie would almost certainly come around again for more old cock action. I realized at that moment that I had to be careful what I said to my daughters in the next phase, because in my heart, I was pretty sure that Jeanie was the best lover of all three young women, just because of her unabashed lust. Perhaps once the timidity of being recent virgins wore off, Carolyn or Dulcie might become just as wickedly wanton, but for now, their neediness was desperation for approval, not confident hunger. 




No More Monkeys... Ch. 04



Their kiss ended just as I finished that thought, with Caro trailing her tongue down her sister's chin and throat, nibbling her left shoulder right out at the point, and then licking across Dulcie's chest to suckle the left nipple. Dulcie tossed her head back, moaning in ecstasy, her hips twisting excitedly. I could smell her refreshed arousal. Caro obviously could as well, because she ran a hand along Dulcie's hip and began finger fucking her. 

"Dulcie, you do her in return," I heard myself say without ever being aware of speaking. 

The girls were kissing and groaning all at once again, their mouths slip sliding away against each other, almost viciously, teeth clacking, lips puffing from pressure, wetness drooling down chins. Dulcie obeyed my command without comment, her hand moving along her older sister's left hip, and down the pelvic curve until she found a sodden labia. Carolyn instinctively shifted her knees each an inch or two wider, automatically spreading her slit open to accommodate Dulcie's entry. 

Since Dulcie already had practice from playing with Jeanie, her aim was true. She knew just how to spread Caro's cunt open, using all five fingers. The baby finger trailed, at the lower edge, pressing that lip open, while the index finger curled around the thumb higher up on the other side. This allowed Dulcie's thumb to reach up to Caro's clit, and at the same time the two middle fingers alternately strummed out a rhythm along the inner labia, touching all the sensitive places which pleased my elder daughter so much. From my vantage point below and beside their loins, I noted that Caro in turn made up for her lack of experience by instinctively copying her sister's actions. Soon, both girls' hips were rotating and thrusting all at once, hands sinking even deeper within. 

Only caution prevented me from climaxing in unison with them. Afterwards, I marvelled, wondering whether their cheerleader training instinctively led them to time their orgasms to occur simultaneously. I knew enough to stop massaging even my balls, and though my hand lay loosely cradling my stiffness, I resisted stroking my shaft or teasing my tip. It was easier just to watch my daughters' shared intimacy.

For the last stretch, they seemed to have forgotten all about their playful competition to see who could please me better, and focus on each other - like when they bounced together on their bed over a decade ago, but this time, playing a much more adult game. Unlike earlier, they were no longer pausing to glance down at me for approval or direction. Dulcie's experience with Jeanie, and whatever part of that Carolyn had observed, was all that guided them now as their mouths mashed hard together, eyes sparkling with lust. 

"That's it, fuck me hard," Caro finally moaned as their lips separated just enough to allow a breath."Make me come, Bitch."

I was shocked by the harsh command, but Dulcie reacted simply by thrusting her entire hand up high inside her sister, buried to the wrist. Her upper teeth curled out over her lower lip as she concentrated on the task. 

Caro snickered, apparently pleased to have seized control, but she was not a selfish sister. Dulcie's reward for obedience was Carolyn's thumb making Dulcie's clit dance, the nail flicking the flesh from below as Carolyn's other fingers caressed the engorged lips from which the clit emerged. 

Their breathing quickly gave way to panting and gasping. Seconds seemed like minutes. Both girls found chances to glance in my direction without losing focus on their missions of making each other climax, and also enjoying their own approaching orgasm. I understood that this had become yet another step in the contest to see who I thought was 'better', though I was not sure whether I was supposed to judge on orgasm having or orgasm causing.

'Both,' I decided, just in time, because just as I formed that thought, Dulcie's hips pushed upward and towards her sister, forcing Carolyn's hand wrist deep inside Dulcie's womb. Though this prevented Caro from continuing her clit diddling, she enthusiastically tried fist fucking for the first time, earning grunts of approval from Dulcie as my younger daughter ground her pelvis against each five fingered thrust. 

"Look at how Daddy loves this," Caro spoke barely above a whisper, shifting her eyes from Dulcie to me, smiling down at how fat my fistful of cock was, tongue flicking along her lower lip as she admired my gaping pre cum coated tip, in that universal way of horny young women. 

For someone who had been a hesitant virgin earlier in the day, my older daughter showed all the potential of becoming a cock hungry slut. That would vault her past her sibling. Dulcie had not yet fucked anybody but me, and our second go around had to be prompted by Jeanie. I doubted that Dulcie was primarily Sapphic, but she seemed a tad less enthusiastic than Carolyn about cock in general, and mine in particular. 

But Dulcie held her own on the hotness scale by the suddenness and sheer power of her climax. I watched her orgasm approaching, signalled by small purring sounds of pleasure, and then Dulcie begging, and finally commanding Caro, "Fuck me harder with your fist, bitch!"

Her sister obeyed, tanned arm becoming a blur where it vanished deep into Dulcie's stretched womb. Dulcie began pumping harder to meet each thrust, hips grinding around Carolyn's fist.

As she rode the first wave Dulcie cried out in ecstasy, "Oh, fuck, yes. Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, yesssss, I'mmmm cummmmmming!" 

I watched her writhe on the bed, her firm young tits wobbling in time with her contractions, the moisture from her cunt coating her sister's arm halfway to the elbow. Slowly her contortions subsided, and Carolyn leaned forward to give Dulcie a kiss, just like their mother used to as a reward for a good gymnastic routine. Except this kiss was anything but maternal, as Dulcie cupped a hand behind her sister's neck and held their faces together, lips locked, teeth grinding, tongues twisting, so much passion that little rivulets of spittle flowed out of the corners of their mouths. Carolyn shifted to lay out prone on Dulcie's body. I had a perfect view of their tits rubbing together, hard nipples bouncing off each other. 

"A great orgasm is a wonderful sex show," I meant to think, but heard myself say out loud," But..."

Before I could finish with , "...a truly great lover always returns the favour", Dulcie had already snuck her free hand between their bodies, palm flat. Carolyn's hips rose as Dulcie smoothly caressed that flat athletic abdomen, coated in soft sweaty down, and proceeded without pause to send my older daughter into a tremor with the first touch of fingernail to throbbing clit. The excitement manifested as a quivering ripple of muscles from thigh to shoulder, a roll of the neck, and then a shake of the hips as if currents of electricity had flowed back to Carolyn's pussy down her spine. I knew that this was far from a climax, merely a preliminary warm-up. 

"Did you start with head or a hand-job with Jeanie, sis?" Carolyn purred. "I only came in after you guys were focused on fucking Daddy."

"I started out rubbing lotion on her," Dulcie's eyes half closed as she recalled the incident, "then I touched her girly parts..."

Her voice trailed off shyly. 

"Her cunt, you mean? Was it her cunt you touched? Or her labia? Her clit? Did you go straight to her love button, you nasty little father fucking bi bitch?"

The edge to Carolyn's words was softened by the beaming grin she was showering over onto her little sister. 

"I didn't start right on her clit, first I just rubbed her," Dulcie said, her fingers thrusting deeper into her sister's cunt. 

Then she blushed, which was an amazing display of innocence given all the perversity she had practised. 

"To tell the truth though, the serious sex play started out with some ass play," Dulcie admitted.

Caro moaned in response, her hips lifting themselves higher. Seemingly without thought, Dulcie shifted her position so that while still finger fucking her sister, she was able to toy with Carolyn's throbbing ass crack, using the same thumb which had pleasured Jeanie so thoroughly. Before long my older daughter was once again bouncing on the bed, driving her sister's thumb deeper and deeper into her asshole. 

Caro was screaming, shouting, "Oh, fuck, yes, I'm so close, don't stop, do it to me, Dulcie. Prove you're the best."

Good thing my bedroom window was closed- the neighbours and paperboy sure did not need to know about our newfound hobby. 

In order to allow her thumb to piston cock like into Carolyn's anus, Dulcie had slid that hand lower, and was no longer able to reach her sister's clit. Caro whined a teeny bit at that moment. Dulcie shifted further without missing a beat. She began to use her other hand on Carolyn, begin by caressing the belly just above Caro's slit. In response, Caro bucked up hard, almost as if her cunt was a mouth, hungry to be filled. 

My cock ached in recognition, begging me to allow it to fulfill that need. I silently told it to shut up. My brain understood that there was a lot more of this still to come. We had clearly passed the point of no return regarding incestuous sex in this family. The only thing that could stop us now was if someone found out. Which, I knew, meant continuing to include Jeanie in our fun, no matter how Carolyn might feel about that, because that little cheerleader with the big tits also had a big mouth, one best shut by stuffing a fat cock inside of it, or by burying it in a wet pussy. 

My fat cock throbbed even harder at the thought of me assfucking Jeanie while she ate out Caro. I imagined my daughter's face, starting with shock, then disgust, then pleasure, then ecstasy. I then found myself wondering if Dulcie would get jealous, or feel left out. Would it be better to try the tricky logistics of a foursome, or to just wait until Dulcie was away cheerleading her high school team, and entertain the college girls without her.

"Look, Daddy's smiling. I guess he likes this best," Dulcie said, breaking my train of thought. 

Caro chuckled before responding, "But that still doesn't tell us which of us he thinks is better - after all, this bit requires teamwork, just like cheering."

All the while, Caro was fucking back against her sister's hands with increasing energy. I noticed that sometime while I was daydreaming, Dulcie had balled the fingers which had been caressing Caro's clit into a tiny perfect fist, and she was now abandoning any subtlety, fist fucking deep into Caro's womb as well as thumb fucking her ass. 

"You like this, Daddy?" Dulcie asked sweetly, sweat droplets dangling from her erect nipples, "You like watching your younger daughter fucking her older sister? Do you?"

She chuckled, not her usual girlish giggle from that sexy throat, but something more womanly, right from her flat young fuckable belly. 

"Of course you do. What red blooded male wouldn't?" she answered her own question. "At least when your daughters are as sexy as we are."

Her chin bobbed once in agreement with herself, and her mouth spread wide in a grin. The entire time, she continued bringing Carolyn closer to orgasm. I longed for Dulcie to just reach over and touch my cock, or even my balls, and trigger sweet relief, but I knew she was task oriented. Caro was getting close to the brink, but this intense play was also exciting Dulcie, whose young cunt was wet, juices glistening as they ran down her thighs. 

"I know that you wish my tongue was on the underside of your shaft, Daddy," she continued, "but you'll just have to wait. If you don't explode too quickly, I might let you jack off into my mouth. No...I think it would be cooler if I jack you off into Caro's mouth!"

Her grin grew even wider, and a glance confirmed that Carolyn, her head thrown back, was smiling broadly up at the ceiling, perhaps thinking about a mouthful of my seed. 

"Would you like that, Caro?" I asked. "You liked sucking my cock, but wouldn't it be even hotter if your sister was milking it for our mutual pleasure?"

She only grunted in response, her body rippling as the excitement grew, the explosion imminent as energy gathered. She was thrusting harder and faster against Dulcie's fist, and now began twisting her own nipples.

"Do you know what would be really hot?" I continued. "If you then swapped my seed into Dulcie's mouth and gave her a real deep tongue twisting kiss. I think they call that 'snowballing', don't they?"

Now Dulcie giggled, talking to me without missing a stroke as she fucked her sister. "Jeanie was telling me about that. She wanted to know whether we could talk you into trying that. I was hoping she'd kiss me when she fed me the taste of your jizz earlier. I was picturing how hot we would look to you, kissing, spit and semen running down our chins. Jeannie had never fucked a guy with another girl before, so she had never tried it either."

There was nothing innocent about my little girl's grin now as she observed, "I can see that you'd like watching that. At least, that your cock would. I guess that I better finish off Caro now, so that we can pay proper attention to you before you waste that load all over your sheets."

I gently fingered my cockhead, and confirmed that it was fully slick with precum. When I lifted my hand, I saw that my fingertip was covered in goo that looked a lot more like semen that precum. If I was not extremely careful, I would, as Dulcie feared, waste this load, likely my last of the day, rather than hopefully sharing it with whichever daughter won this impromptu "who's the best?" contest. I felt bad for a single heartbeat about only having the stamina to please one of my angels, but quickly realized that since they would end up sharing between themselves anyway, it did not really matter where I deposited my spunk. 

The girls moved with grace, their cheerleading instincts allowing them to anticipate and match movements, so that they each reached an arm around the other's back so closely together that I could not tell who moved first. Their hands slid slowly down the other's back, caressing in big curves, before settling on the hip, arm across the waist. Then, they drew themselves together so that their tits mashed together, nipples rubbing. Their mouths locked into the most intense kiss yet, almost drowning out Carolyn's groans as she ground down on Dulcie's other hand, still buried inside Caro's womb. 

I had the perfect vantage point, below and a few inches to the side, to watched her writhe on the bed as the climax broke, her entire body shaking with convulsions, the moisture from her cunt running down her thighs, wetting the mattress, and flowing onto Dulcie's legs. 

Caro was finally crying out in ecstasy, bouncing on the bed "Oh, fuck, yes, this is it, I'm cumming. Don't stop, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

Her gyrations lifted her clear off her sister's fist. After a minute or so, Caro collapsed, sprawled across my large bed, feet by my head, one arm tossed behind where Dulcie still knelt frozen in mid stroke. Dulcie's arm glistened almost up to the elbow with her sister's juices. I was treated to the sight of her firm tits standing up from her chest, nipples pointed toward the ceiling, rising with each breath as she panted out her cool down. My cock began bobbing in unison with Caro's chest, but my attention was soon diverted to Dulcie. 

Without a pause, my younger daughter lifted her fingers to her own lips, tasting her sister's sexual excitement. Her tongue darted out past her teeth, tentatively sampling. I guess she liked it well enough, because she slid the fingers deep into her mouth. I watched as her cheeks bulged, her tongue rolling to capture all of the flavour.

"How do I taste compared to Jeannie?" Carolyn asked suddenly. I doubt either Dulcie or I realized that she was back in the land of the living. 

"Fresher," Dulcie giggled as she seemingly reluctantly withdrew her fingers from her lips, "Because you're not a big fucking whore slut cunt like Jeanie, but also nastier, because I can still taste the residue of Daddy's spunk along with you."

Caro raised her hand, almost as if to slap Dulcie, but instead, her arm swung low, and those fingers found my younger daughter's rib cage. Within seconds, the two girls were rolling around on the bed like grade schoolers, not the eighteen and nineteen year olds they were. Though body parts occasionally bumped against my legs or hip, I was temporarily forgotten.

Inevitably, Caro's lips brushed against Dulcie's nipple. I had a perfect view as my older daughter's tongue flicked across her sister's left breast. I rolled over and started to join in, kissing Dulcie's right nipple, but my younger girl brushed my head away from her body,

"Not yet, Daddy, later I want you both at once, but first, I need this just to be Caro and me."

She giggled. "But of course, you can watch and keep score."

With that, she clutched her sister's heads to her perky tit as Carolyn sucked at her nubbin until the saliva running out of Caro's lips began pooling in the valley between Dulcie's tits. I saw that Caro's hand was busy rubbing Dulcie's cunt, and that Dulcie's fingers were returning the favour. 

"I've never done this before," Caro moaned, coming up for air. "You already practised with Jeanie."

After she spoke, her mouth settled on the other nipple, slurping that deeply past her lips, teeth gripping the rubbery surface. She slowly pulled her jaw up, eyes rolled so she could watch Dulcie's face. I guessed that she was looking either for signs of approval or pain. Caro always did need lots of validation. All that she got was groaning from Dulcie, whose hips began writhing under Carolyn's body. I mentally awarded Caro a point for success on her first try.

Dulcie's arms had been flung down and out at her sides but as she twisted in response to Caro's attack, she eventually grasped her sister's hair. By now, time had lost all meaning. I think Caro had only been tugging that nipple with her teeth for seconds, but somehow, the sun was already setting outside my window. 

There was an audible "plop" as Dulcie pushed Carolyn's head away from Dulcie's tit, forcing Dulcie's nipple to pull free from Caro's teeth. I watched a grimace flash across Dulcie's face, but in an instant, she was grinning again, as Carolyn began planting lazy wet kisses down that gorgeous flat cheerleader tummy. My room was filled with the mingled musk of their two moist muffs. I was so entranced that I did not even think to caress my cock, which was likely a good thing, because I knew they wanted at least one more load, and not on the sheets. 

Dulcie growled with pleasure as Caro's tongue found her clit. Caro bobbled her sister's love button just with the tip of her tongue for a good minute before plunging further down Dulcie's slit. Dulcie clearly loved how Carolyn thrust her tongue deep between her puffy labia before she licked at the clit and began slurping up my younger daughter's cunt in longer flat tongued strokes, pausing at the top each time to pay attention to the dancing rubbery nubbin. 

The sight of my older daughter eating her younger sister's most intimate bits made me feel an orgasm rising in my balls. She was amazing eager for a first time cuntlapper. I guessed that she was inspired to please her sister at least as thoroughly as Jeanie could, continuing the friendly rivalry with her cheerleading counterpart. My shoulders rolled in an instinctual shrug. I sensed that Dulcie was sufficiently enamoured of being orally pleasured that she would be more than happy to indulge either of the older girls, with lots of lust left over for me. 

"Oh shit, I'm so close," Dulcie panted. She turned her head and grinned at me, but her eyes weren't focused on my face. It was my cock that grabbed her attention. 




No More Monkeys... Ch. 04



"And so is Daddy, I see," she giggled. 

I turned my head for a moment to deflect the risk of premature ejaculation. That was when I noticed that dusk was approaching. Between the threesome with Jeanie; consoling Caro then fucking her; and now the contest between my daughters, I had gone all day without food, yet my only appetite remained the desire to watch these beauties play, and, with luck, fuck at least one of them again today. 

"Yes, baby, girl, cum for us, sweetheart, flood your sister's face with nectar," I encouraged, watching Dulcie tweaking her own nipples to drag herself even closer to climax, until finally, she exploded. 

Dulcie's hearty cries filling my bedroom refocused my attention on my two girls writhing in ecstasy so close that I could reach over and touch them. I knew that the timing was not right to interrupt. Dulcie was bouncing on the bed in a whole new way, lying on her back this time, not crouched like a little girl. Her hips were flexing violently, rolling from side to side while her strong core muscles bumped her clit up against her sister's face. 

Carolyn paused as she drew her knees up under her rib cage. She came up for air just long enough to look lovingly at her sister. ""Do it, baby! Cum for me, Dulcine! Cum all over my face! I want to be soaked with your juices. I want to swallow a belly full, and still not keep up, so that Daddy has lots to lick off my lips, my chin, my nose." 

Dulcie giggled, "How about your eyelashes?"

Her hands grasped Caro's hair again, shoving that face back toward Dulcie's engorged quim.

I watched as Carolyn slid her hands under Dulcie's ass, gripping those firm buttocks in her palms, steadying her sister to improve Caro's ability to keep munching while Dulcie orgasmed. My younger daughter started grunting, fingers clenching around handfuls on my sheets, and then releasing. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around Caro's back, locking them together intimately. The whole bed was rocking. My erection was waggling from side to side like a metronome.

Once again, I was glad I had already been fucked so thoroughly by my two daughters plus Jeanie, because if not, I surely would have exploded watching my older daughter -- a virgin just an hour or two earlier - eating her sister's cunt. As it was, it took all my self-restraint not to spring up off the bed, grab Caro's hips from behind and start fucking her.

'I wonder how tight her little asshole is?' the devil within asked. I had fingered it, and stretched it with my thumb. I knew she had loved the fullness and motion in that tight space. Caro wanted me to try fucking that final virgin hole, but I also had realized that this would have to wait until my cock was fully recovered from today's draining - it takes total rigidity to plunge deep into a fresh bowel. Still, the incestuous girly play had inspired an unexpectedly vigorous recovery. 

'Perhaps...' I thought, but the activity next to me interrupted before I could act on the idea. 

It was not words that Dulcie was shouting, just basic guttural sounds from deep within her belly as her climax exploded all over Caro's face, just like they wanted. I pictured how if Dulcie was a guy, and Caro was blowing her, great gobs of goo would be jetting out, dangling from those eyebrows, the excess pooling on Dulcie's belly, perhaps spurt landing on her tits. Instead, because she was an eighteen year old babe, she simply flooded her thighs and my mattress with her essence. 

Dulcie slumped back, exhausted. 

"Bonus points for Caro, Daddy..." Dulcie sighed.

Carolyn rolled over, stopping right on the edge of the mattress, one arm dangling over the edge, her perfect nipples pointing straight up. She was not ready to quit quite yet. Her other hand quickly drifted along the slope of her left hip and she began casually caressing her glistening cunt. Her eyes were glowing with excitement and she was panting for breath, which caused her chest to heave, drawing my gaze even more to those tits. 

Dulcie noticed as well, and as soon as she was able to move, she leaned over and began licking her sister's chest and sucking on her tits. Dulcie started out running her tongue over Caro's nips, sucking and nibbling at them, and then swirling her tongue around the hard rubbery bits, glancing occasionally toward me to make sure that I was tantalized by this exquisite torture. Caro had surrendered to it, letting her body relax and just enjoying the soft, gentle caresses of her sister's lips and tongue. 

Using her whole mouth, including teeth, Dulcie lightly nipped at sensitive flesh, having learnt from her experience with Jeanie. She teased Caro until my older daughter began breathing more deeply and then shaking ever so slightly. Dulcie withdrew her teeth, just her tongue swirling around Caro's areola, and dipped to nibble again without warning, again barely closing her teeth. Another gasp from Carolyn, a quivering of hips. Dulcie tugged more firmly, Caro's left nub in her teeth.

Caro whimpered. Her head was lolled back, her mouth open her eyes shut, totally absorbed in her sister's gift. I smiled watching my younger daughter, swirling her tongue around Caro's nipples a few more times, interspersing light bites, each of which brought forth another gasp. Caro's fingers were now thrusting deep into her own cunt, her entire body was wriggling as her sister pampered her with pain and pleasure. 

The tremors deepened, energy visibly rippling through Carolyn's flesh as she squirmed on my bed inches from my body. Again, time had lost any meaning, so though it was probably minutes, it might have been an hour before Caro moaned, "Oh...my...God..." as Dulcie clamped her teeth tight around Caro's right nipple and tugging it with a sudden twist. Caro was screaming as she soaked the mattress even more. 

If they had bothered to look at my face in that moment, they would have seen me grinning broadly, but they would need to be mind readers to know for certain that Dulcie's quick instinctive gift to her sister evened out the bonus points she had just awarded Carolyn. I had to figure at this stage that they were just about even in their little contest to have me judge which was a better fuck. I knew it was not over yet, because we still had to fuck. The earlier efforts simply could not count in this contest -- they were like preliminary heats. This was the finals. 

Both girls were lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, grinning widely, chests heaving, their naked bodies so close to mine that I could feel the heat. My cock was throbbing in rhythm with their breathing. The air was scented with the fresh smell of their pleasure. I wondered why stores did not sell this as a room freshener -- now there was a product that would get men into stores! I smiled, realizing that even when Caro returned to school, I would still be able to get fresh girl scent regularly from Dulcie, with variety from Carolyn and, I guessed, Jeanie, when they were in town.

My hormones didn't care about the future, or at least, not more than the next few hours' worth. My balls were screaming at me as semen rolled in their pouches. I gripped fistfuls of sheet to prevent instinctively touching my manhood, trying to save this load for my girls. 

"Sixty-nine," Caro exclaimed without warning.

"What?" Dulcie and I replied in unison.

"That's what we need to do next. Whoever makes her sister come first wins the game."

"I thought winning involved fucking Dad?" Dulcie pushed herself upright on the bed, her expression confused. Like my little girl of yesteryear, she was chewing her bottom lip. 

"Maybe that's the grand prize?" Caro suggested, still reclining, but rolling onto her side so that her still erect nipples were staring at me. "The old guy might have only one fuck left in him..."

She laughed, "...at least tonight."

"Well, I'm glad you don't plan to fuck me to death..."

"At least, not tonight," my daughters replied in harmony, laughing so hard that they almost rolled off the bed. 

It was Caro's turn to chew her lip. After a moment she spoke. "Though I guess if whoever doesn't get to fuck Dad first can get him hard enough to fuck again after he comes, that's the real highest degree of difficulty."

Dulcie nodded, then added, "Especially if she can make him come some more that second time. It's one thing for him to get hard, because I read somewhere that old guys can have trouble that way - though, Daddy, no signs so far, by the look of that hardwood - but there must be limits to how much even a young guy can spurt in one day, and I've lost track of how much Daddy has pumped already. His well must almost be dry."

"But, he looks so ready to explode...how will he ever last while we eat each other?" Carolyn puzzled."He keeps touching himself, and I know he's trying to be careful but..."

Both my daughters laughed so hard they shook my bed before Dulcie finished her sister's thought.

"...he just can't control himself." 

"So I guess we have to control him," Caro finished. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Then I noticed that neither girl was looking at me. Still on the same wavelength they were both staring at the old wooden chair in the corner by my dresser, where I sat every morning to pull my socks on. 

Dulcie moved first, leaping right over me with youthful athletic grace. Her ankle passed less than an inch above my nose, but I never doubted that she would clear it. I just would have preferred that she had failed, because my tongue so begged that her fine ass land on my face. 

As Dulcie pulled the chair over next to the bottom of the bed, Caro also jumped off the bed, moving to my dresser. Having watched me dress for church as a child, she knew just which drawer to open -- right side, third from the bottom was a narrow deep drawer just perfect for the exquisite French silk ties my late wife had always taken the girls to pick out for my birthday gifts from them. Now that I worked from home, I seldom wore them, but Caro correctly guessed that I had left them all in the same spot. 

Caro did not just grab the first tie or ties on top of the neglected pile. I had a good minute to admire the tautness of her ass while her fingers flipped through the offerings in the drawer. She casually was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Not an ounce of fat jiggled on her rear, and I wondered whether she would like some lingerie to model for me next trip home from school. 

She spun around, grinning. Her arms lifted, but stayed wide, so as they rose, her boobs lifted along with them. I stared, marvelling at God's brilliance in connecting shoulders and pectorals, and then placing dazzling secondary sexual characteristics there. My next thought was how great a job one of my sperm had done, randomly fertilizing an egg which grew into this especially dazzling specimen of His work. 

Her erect nipples bobbled merely a centimetre or so as she asked Dulcie, "How about these?" 

Carolyn had demonstrated that she was indeed her mother's daughter, having spotted likely the only two ties NOT purchased on those long ago quests. These were gifts from colleagues, gags really. Meaningless now, if I had reason to edit the drawer, they could well have been discarded, but since I no longer bought new ones, they remained. One had a corporate logo, the other was golf themed -- a reference, I recalled, to my refusal to enter some company tournament, spending the day instead drinking in the club house. I remembered joking at the dinner that followed that a whiskey themed tie might have been more appropriate. I also recalled not informing my co workers that I had spent most of the afternoon chatting with the CEO of what became my largest client once I went freelance. 

"I never did like those," Dulcie agreed.

"Neither did your mother," I said. The silence after the words came out made me pause to think that mentioning my wife, their mother, might break the magic spell which allowed my daughters to enjoy fucking me.

"Then she would want you to put them to good use," Caro giggled, seizing the moment. 

Dulcie nodded, one simple bob of her head. "Just like I'm sure she'd be happy that we're taking care of all Dad's needs."

As she spoke, she nudged me up off the bed and steered me towards the chair. I knew that resistance was futile. I had totally lost any control over my daughters. Just as it had been with their mother when she wanted something, surrender was my only option. 

Not that it was awful getting up. Dulcie gently tugged my cock, griping it firmly, but not stroking. She nibbled on my nipples, and then gave me a deep tongue twisting kiss as she shoved me back onto the chair. 

"Maybe not all his needs," Caro observed, as she knelt behind me, knotting the tie to secure my hands, trapping me in the chair. She paused, to allow her to run her tongue up the back of my neck and nibble on my right earlobe.

Then she spoke again, her breath moist against my cheek. "He still needs a proper woman in his life, one he can take places."

Now it was Dulcie's turn to giggle as she added, "But one who still let's him fuck his daughters - and maybe Jeanie too?"

"Well, there really is no going backwards," Caro agreed, bending over me from behind, her hard nipples brushing my hair as she raked her nails down my chest to my belly. My aching cock pointed straight up from my lap, begging her to just touch it, to grant release, but she did not descend that low. 

"And we'll work the Jeanie situation out somehow," Caro continued, her tongue teasing inside my ear. I could almost feel her smiling and felt my balls grow taut and my cock surge even more upright, so much so that it was now tilting back toward my tummy, closer to my daughter's sweet words. 

"Is he trussed up like a turkey?" Dulcie giggled. 

She had bounced back onto the bed while I had been distracted by her sister. My younger daughter's hair was spilling across her face; her flesh shone with a 'just fucked' look, even though it was hours since she had enjoyed a proper fucking. My cock thought she was about due again. No wonder they wanted me tied up, so my horniness did not interfere with their planned pleasure. 

The way her nipples stuck out, begging to be bitten, I sensed that my two girls were about to put on quite a show for me. 

"You won't be disappointed," Caro whispered into my ear, as if she could read my mind. 

I felt her nipple brush through my hair as she stepped around toward Dulcie who was waiting on the bed, arms spread wide in welcome. Caro leaned down toward her sister, pausing to shimmy her hips, a show that I bet excited Dulcie almost as much as me -- Caro's ass was definitely a firm asset, and I recognized in that moment that the summers watching them work out with their friends in the back yard, I was probably focused more on butts than boobs. For the first time, I thought about fucking my daughter's ass, not just Jeanie's. An image of Carolyn and Jeanie both crouched on my bed, asses side by side, presenting for me while kissing flashed in my brain. My cock ached harder than ever. Even with my hands tied, I feared I might explode. Suddenly, I was wishing that my daughters had thought to supply a cock ring. That was such a silly thought, given the unplanned nature of this incident.

My girls, however, were oblivious to my pain. Their attention was fully directed to each other as they kissed and caressed. After a few tongue twisting moments, Dulcie pulled Caro up onto the mattress, positioning her on her back, but, with a glance in my direction, making sure that I could see Dulcie kiss and caress her sister's firm young tits. After favouring me with her widest most radiant grin of the day, Dulcie sucked Caro's nipples back to full stiffness, then moved down to kiss her belly. She explored all over Caro's tummy with her tongue, paying extra attention to her navel, which caused Caro's hips to lift up off the bed. Only then did Dulcie move her head between my older daughter's thighs. Carolyn tugged at her own nipples as Dulcie moved her head to run her flattened tongue up and down her slit. Without missing a stroke, Dulcie used her athletic grace to swivel her body, left leg swinging above Caro's head until her quim was above Caro's face. 

My cock was dripping pre cum as I watched, squirming on the chair as Dulcie kissed each of Caro's perfect breasts, and then continued licking them. Her tongue moved in tight little circles around the swollen aureole till they puffed up further from her sister's mounds. I saw that each tit was gleaming with Dulcie's saliva. She kneaded Carolyn's tits as her mouth teased the nipples until she finally opened her mouth wide and sucked hard on each nipple in turn. Dulcie grasped the nipples between her teeth and pulled on them, tugging them away from Carolyn's body, until Caro moaned in response, and began to mimicked Dulcie's actions from below. They continued until they were both panting with desire. 

All I could do was watch my two favourite women in the world -- my lovely daughters - pleasure each other. I reminded myself that I was still the judge in their competition.

Dulcie still was sharing my wavelength, looking up at that moment and allowing Caro's nipple to plop free long enough to say, "It's great that you find our sexing each other up so exciting Daddy. I think you have to agree that Caro's a fast learner for a beginner, but I still intend to win the next load of your goo in my cunt."

Then she screamed, "Ouch."

Caro had bitten Dulcie's nipple hard. Now it was her turn to comment. 

"That's for calling me a beginner."

Though, unless she had lied all day, this was her first time doing anything, including playing at lesbian sex. There was something playful about her attitude still, but I would bet that she would end up embracing bisexuality -- she displayed even more enthusiasm for Sapphism than Dulcie or Jeanie, both of who seemed nonchalant about casually pleasuring each other while giving the impression that they were much more interested in fucking me than same sex adventures.

Dulcie meanwhile was undeterred by her sister's bite. She kissed Carolyn's cunt so softly my heart melted. Her tongue flicked against Caro's labia until my older girl sobbed, "It feels so good."

I watched Caro slide her tongue lightly like a feather along Dulcie's slit, and begin playing with her clit, making it dance on the tip of her tongue. My bedroom was infused by a fresh waft of womanly musk scenting the air. 

My two daughters continued like that for several minutes, faces buried in each other's loins, kissing their cunts. The sight was even more beautiful than I had expected. Their breasts swayed slightly, when their nipples were not pushed flat against a belly or a hip bone. Caro moved her arms, grasping Dulcie by the hair, caressing her head while also ensuring that Dulcie's face stayed right where Carolyn wanted it. Caro went from squirming atop my sheets to hips bouncing up to meet Dulcie's thrusting tongue. Dulcie was keeping pace, her ass rising and falling like a woman possessed by the desire for a good fucking, and getting exactly what she needed. 

Again, I recognized that this was a competition with no losers -- whichever daughter climaxed last might get the next turn with my cock, but her sister would be well satisfied by oral lovemaking. Incest might be taboo, but I had no doubt that the emotional ties between the girls enriched this experience. It was not just lesbian licking, it truly was making love.

Sick fuck that I was, I immediately balanced that thought with mental images of Caro going at it with Jeanie - which I knew would be a polar opposite angry struggle of sexual battle. My tightening balls liked that picture just as much. 

"Oh, your cunt tastes even more wonderful straight from the source," Dulcie cooed as she paused for breath.




No More Monkeys... Ch. 04



Suddenly, after all the sex, in the middle of sixty-nine with her sister, Dulcie blushed. "While I was playing with Jeanie, I was dreaming it was you. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined you naked, but my dreams did not do justice to your beautiful body." 

Caro just sighed in response as Dulcie tweaked her nipples and kneaded her tit flesh while resuming lapping at Caro's gash. Watching them enflamed me even more, their perfect young bodies -- one still a teen, the other almost twenty - the gorgeous faces buried inside thighs, the full breasts swaying or being mashed tight to ribs, the tongues out of sight, but tiny jaw movements confirming that my daughters were focused on each other's clits. Having made love to each of them, it was easy to guess how those rubbery knobs felt bobbling on tongues, lips grazing, teeth perhaps nibbling ever so delicately. I had no doubt though that even my inexperienced daughters were in the midst of proving that women really do instinctively know how to please each other better than any man. I did not understand why, but this pleased me. Perhaps it was fatherly pride. My cock did not care, it just wanted relief soon. 

Dulcie slid her tongue back between Carolyn's cunt lips. My older daughter cried out now. Her toes curling, hinting at the electric current that must be running from her sister's talented, not quite virginal tongue. Dulcie's fingers delicately spread Caro's lips further and she began to lick in long strokes from bottom to top, pausing at the apex to nibble Caro's clit. 

Caro was not just idly waiting for climax. She knew that she was still in a race. Her hands stroked and kneaded Dulcie's swollen breasts as her neck stretched bent upward so she could kiss Dulcie's cunt and nibble on her clit. Dulcie's hips rolled in response as they sucked each other's pearls, two tongues busily licking, too many fingers to count searching for sensitive spots along the inner labia of the sisters. Soon it was Dulcie's turn to pause and scream out her pleasure as Caro's mouth worked wildly. 

"Yesssss...that's it... that's the most...sensitive... spot..." she cried.

Caro pulled on Dulcie's nipples as she continued sucking her clit my nipple, while her fingers worked their magic. I cried out in frustration as these two incredible women brought each other to a climax.

"Please... I don't care who wins. I need to fuck..."

They paused in unison, heads swivelling as perfectly as during a cheer routine.

"Hush," said Caro.

"It's not your turn," finished Dulcie as they turned their mouths back to licking.

My wait ended quickly after that. Dulcie's hips thrust upward as she came. Caro did not stop, and I counted at least four waves of orgasm shivering through Dulcie's body before she pushed her sister's loving tongue away from her cunt.

"No more, Please. You will kill me. You win!" Dulcie screamed. 

She collapsed on top of Carolyn, bodies mashed tightly together, a huge grin lighting up the room.

"It's worth losing to you," Dulcie stage whispered into her sister's ear, making sure that I could hear. "You not only won the 'sexiest daughter' award, but I'm giving you the 'lesbian lover' medal also. You're way better than Jeanie."

Caro chuckled, which caused both bodies to quiver. My cock shook in empathy. 

"Well, that bitch sure better not win Miss Congeniality," Caro replied. "Now, are we going to let Daddy fuck me, or should you finish me off first?" 

I had not forgotten my reward, or if you prefer, my serving as a prize for Carolyn's victory. It had worked out wonderfully that the girls had competed to determine the winner, so I did not run the risk of appearing to favour one daughter over the other. Secretly, I was also pleased that Caro had won. If I had picked Dulcie, they both might have thought I was preferring the daughter who was still living at home, so as to assure myself of hot and cold running sex. I chuckled, having lived with women all my life - my mother and sisters; my wife, and then my daughters. I knew that even that tiny seed of doubt could have fouled the nest. Now, Dulcie would be anxious to improve her skills, to prove herself. And she would be living at home with me another year, most of that just the two of us. We could practice often.

"Look how hard he is," Dulcie giggled, breaking me out of my daydreams. 

"You really get excited watching us, don't you Daddy?" Caro asked. "I guess that helps me understand how you ended up fucking Dulcie and Jeanie this afternoon. I bet that bitch Jeanie talked Dulcie into putting on a show for you."

It had not been clear to me which girl had started things by the pool, or how much they had planned beforehand, but I let Caro assume what she wished -- she seemed to enjoy casting her ex best friend as a villain, which left her loving relationship with Dulcie free to grow. Plus Caro seemed excited about fucking Jeanie, whether to even things up, or to show who was boss. Smiling, I realized that perhaps she just wanted to fuck Jeanie because Caro was horny and Jeanie was hot. Couldn't blame her. 

"I can see pre cum leaking all over his cock head," Dulcie observed. "I think Daddy wants to fuck us very much."

"Is that right, Daddy? Are you ready to fuck your two precious little girls again? To prove that it wasn't a fluke?" Caro asked. "Though I guess you've fucked Dulcie enough to prove that you want her and that the first time wasn't just an accident."

"Thanks for that guarantee on behalf of your sister," I chuckled. "That was fantastic, watching two young women who I love showing how much they love each other, and by including me, how much that they love me. You are both obviously superb sex goddesses. You not only get a great deal of pleasure, you aren't afraid to offer yourself to your partner, even if you are a bit unsure still about touching breasts, or licking a cunt."

Dulcie laughed as I paused for breath. "Just don't say we're both winners, Daddy, because this isn't junior league soccer where participation is all that counts. We're adults now. Winning counts."

"But so does learning to be a good winner and not gloating, so I think before I give you your reward, you better finish your sister off. I want to watch you give her cunt your full undivided attention. Check that - you may touch the rest of her, because that will help bring her to climax. I know her nipples are very sensitive, for example."

Another chuckle from Dulcie. "I noticed, Dad."

As she spoke, she began caressing her sister's body, hands sliding up Caro's sides, massaging, not yet touching the sexual areas, but making Carolyn writhe in anticipation. Dulcie revved her sister back up by planting kisses inside her thighs, lips darting all around Caro's gash, but avoiding landing on that target. Caro became so excited that she reached down and grasped Dulcie's hair, forcing my younger daughter's mouth to kiss my older girl's clit. Dulcie's tongue flicked out, teasing the bud. 

Time once again stood still. For what might have been five or fifteen minutes Dulcie caressed, kissed and licked her sister's lithe body, apparently enjoying every inch just as much as I loved watching it. Savouring every moment. Dulcie's kisses moved out of the valley between Caro's thighs, coating my older daughter's tummy with saliva, rimming out her navel like a miniature sex organ. Caro's ass shimmied in counter-time to that movement. Dulcie continued kissing all around Carolyn's quim, teasing her until she moaned and begged Dulcie, finally growling, like a hungry lioness, "Eat my cunt, bitch." 

"It's so beautiful," Dulcie cooed submissively just before sliding her tongue deep into the furrow between her sister's lips."It's gleaming with excitement, and it looks like a tiny rose, petals opening for the sun. Except it's going to get lips, tongue and teeth." 

I caught her glancing quickly in my direction as she spoke, so this was still partly theatre for my benefit, but I was not at all clear on just how much Dulcie was now totally into fucking her sister. After the experience with Jeanie, it seemed certain that my younger daughter was headed for the bi side, and perhaps toward preferring women - though she clearly liked my cock, too. 

Caro gasped and groaned as her sister made love to her with tongue lips and teeth, bathing her cunt and sucking up her essence.

Then Dulcie slid her head further as she licked to the bottom of Caro's slit. I leaned as far as I could to the side, noticing how Caro's anus was puckering and opening like a tiny mouth, as perfect as the rest of her body. Dulcie flicked her tongue across it several times, tentatively at first, but with increasing confidence until just the tip of her tongue darted inside so quickly I might have been imagining it, except that way that Caro's groans deepened, she clearly was experiencing new and delightful sensations. Dulcie meanwhile backed up, running her tongue again up and down Caro's gash. She paused at the top, lifting her face long enough to smile down at Caro's clitty, a small pink nubbin standing straight and proud like an erect nipple or a tiny cock. Caro cried out in ecstasy the moment that her sister began to lick and suck that nub, holding Dulcie's head in place.

"You taste delicious," Dulcie gasped when Caro finally let her up for air. Even then, she did not stop. Her fingers played in Carolyn's wetness, then Dulcie slowly inserted two fingers fully inside her sister and crossed them, slowly twisting them. 

Caro's hips thrust upward in response to Dulcie's fingers exploring the wet depths. When Dulcie lowered her mouth again, she concentrated on Caro's clit, stimulating it by licking and sucking while continuing to finger fuck her sweet cunt. 

"Oh...my...gawwwwd....Dullllciiiie," Caro cried out as her sister's hand and tongue moved like a set of blurs.

She came quickly, her body quivering. I counted at least three quick orgasms before Dulcie slipped her fingers from Caro's cunt and began laving it with her tongue. Caro brought herself to another climax, fingers twisting and tugging her own clit with more force than either Dulcie or I had dared to that point. 

All I could do was watch, my tongue flicking out to wet my lips as I drank in the odour which accompanied the excitement. 

With one final heave of her hips, Caro bounced Dulcie's face off her thighs. As soon as Caro regained her breath, she grasped her sister's hair, and pulled Dulcie up to give her a deep kiss. Caro cupped the sides of Dulcie's face in her palms, lips mashed tight together. I could see tongues bulging in cheeks, as they shared their mingled flavours of female musk. 

Finally, Caro broke the kiss.

"Oh, wow, that was wonderful," she whispered to Dulcie. "I'm glad that Daddy fucked me first because if he hadn't showed me how great fucking a hard throbbing cock is, you might have just turned me into a lesbian. I never dreamt that sex could be so good. Now I regret waiting so long."

"It helps when it's someone you love," I said, thinking that she would not have to wait long for more - my cock was so ready that it was about ready to explode. 

I made a mental note to go online and order a cock ring -- if these young women kept fucking me, I was going to need the help in delaying orgasm to make sure I lasted long enough to please them with my cock as well as my tongue and fingers. Then I realized that even if my daughters and Jeanie woke up the next day wracked with guilt and never wanted to fuck me again, there was no turning back -- my long stretch of widowed celibacy was over and if these women did not keep fucking me, I'd need to find ones who would. Though I was pretty sure that Jeanie at least was a committed nympho. She probably would fuck anybody, so why not assume she'd fuck me again? 

"But I don't love Jeanie, nor do you, Daddy, yet the sex was great with her too." Dulcie replied, interrupting my forward thinking, dragging me back into the moment. 

"That might be because you were involved though, Dulcie," I suggested. "You are truly a goddess among women." 

"But Carolyn is the best of the best," Dulcie replied, laughing.

My two daughters made eye contact with each other and bounced up off my bed simultaneously. 

"Daddy's turn!" they cried with glee. 

Dulcie crouched to my left, Caro bent from her waist to my right. Each gently kissed my cheek. Then Caro followed by Dulcie gave me a deep tongue sharing kiss. I tasted the mix of their musk on their lips, teeth, and inside their mouths. 

As Dulcie finished her turn, Caro giggled. "I think he likes that."

My hands were straining against the restraints, instinctively wishing to reach up and cup Dulcie's bobbling breasts, to tweak and tease her nipples. I quickly realized how unwise that would be, since it was supposed to be Caro's turn to fuck me. 

"You are both fantastic kissers," I agreed as Dulcie came up for air, her gentle palms still cupping my jaw. "I've never had it so good."

There was a sudden silence as what I had just said sunk in. I knew that we were all thinking about my late wife, the girls' mother. 

"I mean, your Mom was a great lover - the two of you come by your talents honestly that way -- but there was only one of her."

Our nervous laughter returned us to the moment. I noticed that my erection was as massive as ever. If anything, thoughts of my wife had caused it to perk up further. The girls also chose that moment to glance at my lap, and they met my eyes with grins on their faces. 

"Think about all the times I could have made up for Mom's loss, Daddy," Caro said. "I'm sorry that I waited this long. If I'd known how great sex was -- how great sex with my dad especially -- I would have given myself to you the day I turned eighteen. I'm sorry that you've had to do without for so long."

I did not want to tell Carolyn that I had never thought of her that way, because her ego would be shattered, knowing how turned on I had become watching not just her cheerleading team mates, but her 'little sister'. The question of 'why not Caro?' was best left for another time, though I realized that I still would not have thought about fucking her if she had not walked in on me with Dulcie and Jeanie and needed consoling. That was turning out to be a lucky break, given her victory over her sister in the 'best sex' playoff. 

"Well, we better make up for lost time," I replied, still straining against the ties.

The girls chuckled deeply from their bellies, apparently pleased at my helplessness. Caro dangled her boobs in my face, dancing away just as my mouth grazed each nipple. She stepped back and Dulcie repeated the tease, except she stepped closer, legs on either side of my chair, and lowered herself over me. I had never been to a strip club, but I was pretty sure how lap dancing worked, though I bet lap dancers wore panties. Dulcie's wet cunt slid along my pole, my tip touching her clit briefly as she stepped back, her nipple popping loose from my lips. 

Just as quickly as Dulcie danced into my lap, she spun away. Her arm reached out, grasped Caro's wrist, and my younger daughter once again choreographed the sexual dance, steering her sister toward me. 

Caro imitated Dulcie's moves, but hesitantly and awkwardly. I recall thinking that a cheerleader should know how to copy a routine at first sight, but those thoughts vanished as I noticed that Carolyn was quivering, though whether from excitement or nervousness, I could not tell. 

"Relax," I whispered, wishing that my hands were free to rub her back. Even as a little girl, I had been the one whose touch could cure her skittishness. "It's just Dulcie here watching. I got to watch you with her, it's only fair that she gets to watch us. After all, I love you both so much."

Her cunt was rubbing my cock just like her sister's had, but there was no running away this time. Caro was bouncing vigorously in my lap, squealing with each passage of my pole along her slit.

"Well, Daddy, I think Dulcie already must have got an eyeful of us fucking," she giggled. "I was in better position than you to see that the door was never closed, so I bet she lingered outside a long time before she burst in. She didn't get so wet just chilling in her room after Jeanie left. I bet she heard us pretty early on and came to investigate, then could not resist."

One glance at Dulcie's flushed cheeks confirmed this.

I decided to bail her out a bit though.

"Well, she also had some practice with Jeanie, who seems to be pretty experienced -- and not just with guys.

"Yeah, Jeanie is a real slut. I hope she hasn't corrupted my little sister..."

Long pause. 

"...at least not TOO much," Caro finished giggling again.

Dulcie bounced off the bed, linked her elbows behind Caro's neck and drew her older sister into a long lingering kiss. I felt the shiver run down Carolyn's spine, because it made her hips rotate hungrily along the rigid surface of my cock.

"Don't worry, sis," Dulcie spoke as the kiss ended, her legs straddling Caro sitting on me. Though I could not see it, I knew that their beautiful boobs must be mashed together, hard nipples poking soft fun bags. "I know Daddy wants me to date boys my own age, but after sex with Daddy, I'll be picky about whose cock I allow inside me -- first they need to pass the tonguing test."

Both daughters belly laughed. 

Dulcie spoke again. "I think it's time for your reward, Caro. I want to feel you fucking Daddy."

With that, she stepped back and hooked her hands under Caro's arms and lifted her sister, just like a cheer-leading move, except this time, the goal was not to entertain a crowd, it was simply to plop Carolyn's cunt straight down on my cock. Luckily, she was wet and exited, so my entire length slid right up inside with minimal friction -- just enough to elicit a soft moan from my older daughter as she settled back on my lap. My shaft loved how this made her cunt lining squish around my hardness. 

The surprising part was that Dulcie followed this by resuming her earlier position, tits mashed against Caro's, noses rubbing. This time, Dulcie grasped my shoulders, snuggling us all tightly together. Her hands flowed down my arms, quietly untying my hands, silently inviting me to participate actively, all while continuing to kiss her sister. 

Maybe it was just my imagination, or a glimpse in a mirror, but I was sure I heard the sound of my daughters' tongues twisting together as they kissed. I joined in the best I could by wrapping my arms around their bodies, caressing Dulcie's back. The hair on my arms was brushing the sides of her tits where they bulged out between their bodies. Not wanting to be left out of the kiss, I nuzzled the spot where Caro's fine hairs ended at the top of her spine, nibbled softly with my teeth, and planted my lips on her flesh. She wriggled harder, her moans becoming groans. I knew that I would not last long. 

"I wish I had two cocks so that I could fuck you both at once, with your cunts tight together like this," I fantasized out loud, breathing on the back of Carolyn's neck.

"Maybe we need a strap-on so we can fuck each other while you fuck one of us." Carolyn totally shocked me by saying. Both her casual acceptance that this would happen again, and her embracing Sapphic sex, was astonishing.

"Sure, it won't be as good as a real cock, but it would add a new dimension to things," Dulcie finished her sister's thought as Carolyn began grunting, head thrashing, another climax close. 

Then Dulcie squeezed her sister even tighter, leaning over to lick my neck.

"This is the sweetest, most wonderful day in my entire live." She chuckled. "Though I guess since I'm barely eighteen, there might be better still to come. Daddy, I have wanted you again since that first time I tricked you into seducing me. I never felt so beautiful. After watching you watch Jeanie and Caro's other friends, I thought you didn't find me attractive. I wanted you so much I could hardly keep my hands or eyes off of you. Even now, I'm not sure whether it was me, or Jeanie that you really wanted to fuck earlier." 




No More Monkeys... Ch. 04



"You, daughter dear, are one of the loveliest women I have ever seen. I had to make myself not look away from you to keep from ripping your clothes off. Thank you for these two very special sessions. Hopefully, we can have more, both together and just one of you with me. I would never have experienced Jeanie without you, but I would gladly stop seeing her if it bothers either of you."

Caro was too far done in orgasm to reply. Her abdominal muscles were spasming with delight, which normally would have milked me instantly to my own completion, but she was so fit and tight that her cunt itself remained firm around my shaft, especially at the base, where the bottom of her labia clenched around my root, acting almost like a cock ring. 

Which left Dulcie to respond. 

"As long as you share her, Daddy, I don't mind. Caro might think she's a slut, but Jeanie's aggressive sexuality opened doors for me that I'm still exploring."

To illustrate that point, she bit Carolyn's ear, hard enough that Caro jumped on my lap. My cock stayed buried inside her cunt, but she relaxed her hold on my shaft just long enough that my restrain failed. Great gobs of goo pumped up my shaft, splattering deep into my daughter's womb, painting her vaginal walls. I closed my eyes and imagined a pink room splashed with white paint, dripping off the ceiling and down the walls. 

Dulcie meanwhile slid off my knees, and crouched on the floor at my feet. She suckled her sister's left teat while fingering both my balls and Carolyn's cunt. After a moment, as my surge was subsiding, Dulcie pulled her mouth from Caro's tit and licked her fingers, after first displaying their slimy wetness. 

"I'm so glad that you stumbled in on us, Caro," Dulcie said around her fingers. "And you taste even better than Jeanie mixed with Daddy, so I hope that we can do lots more of this in the future. But first, I'm about ready to burst. I need to see whether Dad has enough left to fuck me one more time"

Caro mumbled, still on another plane of existence. 

"See, she agrees," Dulcie translated, bouncing up onto the bed. 

I figured that my older daughter was only partially transported by sexual ecstasy. She had to be exhausted from her trip. I gently placed my hands under her arms and began lifting, my cock, half shrunk, dropping out of her messy cunt with a loud plop. 

Caro was not completely gone though. She reached up and dragged my hands around so that they cupped her boobs. As I instinctively twirled her nipples, she sighed and her head lolled back onto my shoulder. I eased her onto the bed, where she flopped on her back, arms thrown wide above her head, feet trailing off the mattress almost to the floor, knees far apart, pussy glistening with our combined juices, a tiny rivulet running down onto the bedding. She purred like a sleeping kitten.

"Well, I guess no more bouncing on the bed for that monkey for a while," I said, smiling at Dulcie, who looked as eager and fresh as the first time I stopped her bouncing on her bed weeks ago. I was pleased that I might have deflowered my daughter, but I had not stolen her appearance of innocence. 

"Too bad, because it's a shame that all that delicious gunk is staining the sheets. I'd love to lick it up,"she said, displaying her less innocent inner self. "In fact, I think I'll do it, just gently, and you fuck me from behind doggie style, okay Daddy?"

Her eyes were glued on my cock, which I felt surging back to almost full erection. My own gaze focused on her rear. While playing with Jeanie, she had told me that she wanted me to fuck her ass later. Her tender young curves were perfectly sculpted by years of cheerleading - not an ounce of extra fat, but rounded, womanly, not boyish. As she positioned herself on the bed, rump up thrust, knees spread to display her waiting vulva, her ass cleavage opened, displaying her tiny puckered anus. I had already played up that hole. She loved the stimulation. It would be simple to rub the head of my cock up and down the wetness of her labia, and then 'accidentally' enter the 'wrong' hole. 

As my poor over heated brain raced through this scenario, my feet auto piloted into position. Dulcie had already shifted her semi conscious sister's thighs and was lowering her face toward the full creamy offering in Caro's cunt. With her attention occupied, I could do whatever I wished. 

My hands cupped her dangling boobs, grasping firmly to use them as handles. Her nipples were like diamonds drilling into my palms. I pulled her body back toward my hardness. 

At that point, my assfucking plan went awry. My cock, thinking for itself slid right into the glove of her gash, sinking to the root. Dulcie's well trained muscles clamped tightly around my length and girth, drawing me deeper, relaxing just enough to allow partial withdrawal, but no escape - my head remained locked within her labia as she thrust into my thighs, moaning "Fuck me, Daddy"

"Don't neglect your sister," I replied, leaning forward, my weight against her spine forcing her head toward the mattress, where Carolyn lay sprawled out, semi-conscious, fingers idly stroking her own nipples and cum filled cunt, just waiting for Dulcie to lick her clean. 

Dulcie took a first delicate lick, and then lifted her head. I knew that she had enjoyed cunt lapping already, so paused mid-stroke to see why she had stopped.

"Caro's cunt is so hot, it's like it's on fire," she sighed, tossing her hair wildly. 

I chuckled in reply and leaned over to kiss her deeply, tasting my warm gism mixed with her saliva and Caro's secretions. Dulcie pushed her tongue deep into my throat, sharing every drop, and then lowered her head back to the task, and thrust her hips back toward me to remind me to fuck her. 

Dulcie seemed to know how to use her tongue well, making Caro writhe beneath her, beautiful tits jiggling, hard nipples dancing before my eyes. 

"Her tits are SO sensitive," Dulcie whispered as she panted to catch her breath. "Not that I have much to compare to."

"How do you like the taste of a woman?" I whispered into her ear.

"I love it," she admitted. "Does that make me bad?"

I chucked. "Maybe a bit naughty."

She giggled in response, "I like naughty. Naughty is good."

By way of confirmation, her cunt clenched harder around my cock. 

"Both my girls are so lovely," I assured her, pushing the helmet up against her cervix, reaching a hand down her belly to tweak her clit as she pulled away then thrust back. "You deserve a varied and rich sex life. At your age, you should explore whatever you desire. If other men knew how lucky I am, they would be so envious. But of course, they must never know."

"Oh, Daddy, don't get all uptight. Of course Caro and I won't say a word."

"What...about...Jeanie?"

In spite of this serious turn to the conversation, my balls were tight again. I could feel my cockhead flare inside my daughter's tight young womb. My slit was leaking pre cum into her cavity. She did not respond immediately, because her tongue was buried deep within her sister's cunt, searching for any remnants of my deposit. A few seconds later, Dulcie's labia reacted, clamping close around my root, reducing the distance I could travel, but locking her vault shut, instinctively saving any seed within. 

My cock throbbed wider in pleasure, eliciting fresh moans from my younger daughter, muffled by her continuing to eat her sister. The house became quiet for a while, the silence punctuated by soft sighs of pleasure in response to our licking and sucking and fucking. I knew that we all needed one more orgasm, but after the long day of fucking, my reservoir was depleted, and I assumed the girls would need extra help as well. 

"She loves a little pain," I whispered in Dulcie's ear, in case she had missed my seduction of her sister and had not noted how Caro reacted. 

Dulcie stopped being shy about sexing up her sister and twisted Carolyn's hard nipples, making my older daughter cry out, "Fuck, I'm on fire here."

That just encouraged Dulcie to nibble harder on her sister's labia and clit, all the while pushing her sexy ass harder against my highs, wriggling so that her inner walls were milking my cock. 

"Now fuck me with your fingers," Caro begged, and Dulcie instantly obeyed. 

"You're so good at that," Caro cooed. "It must be because you're a girl too."

She giggled. "Or maybe all the practice with Jeanie."

Apparently, sibling jealousy had been conquered by practical appreciation. 

"And, Daddy," Caro added, "knowing that you have all of your cock buried deep inside Dulcie adds to the pleasure. You can't imagine how excited it makes me to know that Dulcie is filled with your meat, experiencing that joy as she fucks my pussy. I can hear her pussy lips working around your shaft. I can watch her perfect little ass thrusting against you. It almost makes me wish I had a cock of my own to fuck her beautiful ass with. I want to watch you fuck her in the ass, but right now, I'm enjoying this three way fucking. I feel so connected. I love this."

My mind was instantly flooded by an image of watching Caro wearing a strap on fucking Dulcie in the ass. All that I was not clear on was whether I should be fucking Caro as she did that, or filling Dulcie's cunt. I guessed that Dulcie would love feeling extremely stuffed full. 

Caro's hips began slowly thrusting up from the mattress to meet her sister's tongue while that sister's hips adopted the same tempo pushing and pulling against my hips, massaging my cock while keeping it trapped inside. It felt so wonderful, Dulcie's muscles rippling around my cock head as she slid her tongue deep into Carolyn's dripping pussy and sucked her juices out. 

"Doesn't it feel wonderful, fucking Daddy?" Caro smiled up at Dulcie.

The tempo of their thrusting hips picked up, Caro bouncing faster and harder against the mattress as Dulcie's bathed her clit.

"I guess I better forgive Jeanie, since she's the one who turned you on to licking cunt, and you are so good at it," Caro sighed, beaming lovingly at Dulcie.

I wanted to ask Caro if forgiving Jeanie meant fucking her too, but I got distracted by the power of Dulcie's hips twisting against me, and then she lifted her head just long enough to beg. "Wet your finger from my cunt and push it up my ass. I want all three of us to climax together, and I think that will help."

My brain was totally overwhelmed. Time seemed to dissolve as my finger explored my daughter's ass. Dulcie's sphincter opened welcomingly, and then her muscles instinctively grasped my digit. I could just imagine how intensely they would milk my cock.

I did not have long to think about that subject though, because Dulcie's muscles were even busier clamping down around my cock as her body shook with pleasure. That was all it took. The cascade of thoughts of watching Caro with Dulcie; Caro with Jeanie; me with any two; or all three, plus the tactile overload, forced me over the edge in spite of my many earlier climaxes. I felt my seed surging up my shaft. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. 

Meanwhile, Dulcie never let up on tonguing Carolyn to the core. Later, Caro told me that she felt five separate orgasms while we were engaged in that position. Though I could not feel them, I could smell the sweet scent of her offerings gushing onto Dulcie's lips. 

Finally exhausted, I carefully slipped my shrinking meat out of Dulcie's cunt, smiling at the soft "plop" caused by the tightness of the fit. I collapsed on one side of Carolyn and Dulcie rolled over onto the other. 

As I drifted off to sleep, one daughter cuddled head on my shoulder, hand on my limp cock, the other nestled in the crook of my arm, my hand filled with tit, I heard a voice from my doorway. "Is this a private party or can I join in?"

Or maybe I just dreamed it.



No More Monkeys... Ch. 05



"Is this a private party..."

Yeah, I had only dreamt that. My two daughters had fallen asleep in bed with me, but my older daughter, Carolyn's friendly rival, Jeanie, had not walked in on us. If she had, the sex might have been great, but the rivalry and the sheer logistics of four people, three young women barely over eighteen, might have been too much. Sure, Jeanie had seduced me after teasing me for so long that I had sex with my younger daughter, Dulcie, first. And Jeanie had joined Dulcie and I for the romp which Carolyn had interrupted when she had unexpected returned from college. Which had led to sex with Caro, and finally, a threesome with both daughters. All of which had gone blessedly well. None of the awkwardness expected after incestuous adventures. Adding Jeanie to the mix would have been pushing my luck. Better left to the imagination.

Which I did. Imagine, that is. About half the time, the fantasies were fine fodder for a fistful of cock. They typically began with images of Jeanie just crawling up under the sheet from the bottom, right through the thicket of legs, and taking my resurgent cock into her hand, guiding it to her mouth, and sucking it back to rigidity. Unfortunately, the more often I played out the scene, the more often, and earlier in the scene Caro woke up and started a jealous spat - a guaranteed cock wilting image. 

Carolyn had gone back to school, her ego massaged along with every inch of her luscious body. I could probably have sex with Dulcie almost any time I wanted if I asked, but she was busy with the whirlwind of school and cheerleading, so I gave her space. Or maybe that was a rationalization to mask guilt about deflowering her, when she should be finding a nice young man her own age - she needed a prom date, at least. 

"No Dulcie, no Jeanie," I also irrationally rationalized. Jeanie had been like a gift from Dulcie to me, and I perhaps was more than a bit afraid to try seducing Jeanie on my own – what if she rejected me? And I dared not enlist Dulcie in a further threesome seduction, lest she end up listing to the lesbian edge of the bisexuality spectrum – at least not 'til after that prom date. In spite of my unconventional sexual escapades, I still retained a conservative streak. 

So those few weeks between Caro's return to school and her next visit were a return to the celibacy I had endured for years after my wife's death. Dulcie was cheerful and friendly, but that just increased my frustration. I begged the unseen gods of lust to encourage her to re enact her "monkeys bouncing on the bed" seduction scene. All that accomplished was me taking matters into my own hands two, three, four times a day - in my bed on awaking; in the shower; quickly in the guest bathroom after Dulcie dashed closely past me in the kitchen half undressed... but no amount of self relief gave me peace. 

I began coming upstairs just after I knew Dulcie had gone to her room, lingering in the hallway, ears straining to hear the sound of bedsprings, praying for that wordless invitation to the childhood ritual of telling my girls "no more monkeys bouncing on the bed". Dulcie had seduced me once that way, proving to me that she was no longer a little girl, but, rather all woman, her pert breasts responsive to my touch, aching for my tongue. Her clit swelling as we made out, and singing its own sweet song when we finally fucked. 

All I heard was my daughter's soft purring as she settled into sleep, exhausted from her busy day. Sometimes, her door would be left ajar. I never had the nerve to treat this as an invitation to enter and initiate sex, but more than once, I flattened myself against the drywall in just the perfect spot to peep through the gap. Dulcie continued to wear baby doll nighties, innocent and girlish, but when she lay on her side facing the door, her elbows presses her tits together, and if the light was right, I could make out her nipples through the sheer fabric. My cock would invariably swell, and I would take it in my fist, stroking myself as I watched her sleep, each breath pushing that fabulous chest out toward me, only to have it fade back, teasing me, as if I had not already had the pleasure of licking those nipples and fondling that flesh. 

"Jeanie hasn't been around," I tried one evening as Dulcie washed the dishes, just to see if Dulcie might take the hint. 

It was like she had awakened my sleeping sexuality, and now I needed her to feed it. The fact she had showered while I prepared supper, and had put on that sheer baby doll nightie wasn't helping my state of equilibrium. Watching her delicate nipples through the fabric made it hard for me to concentrate on the food on my plate. As she washed up, I leaned against the counter, trying not to stare too hard at her ass, which was barely contained by lacy boy cut panties. It had been a late dinner, after she got home from cheerleading, but even so, it was odd that she had not put sweats on like she normally did. 

"She's Carolyn's friend, not mine," Dulcie replied without a glance in my direction, "I think she thought that our little game was all about her, and when she saw that we were with Caro instead of her, she ran..."

Dulcie shrugged. I thought I saw a tear. Like any good father, I took my baby in my arms. Most Dads might not get a raging hard on as they comfort their daughter, though. Dulcie felt it, responding by grinding her groin against mine, pressing rock hard nipples against my ribs. I kissed the top of her head, just as I had when she was a little girl. 

"I love you, Daddy," Dulcie whispered. Her arms reached around me, caressing my back. I slid my hands along her spine in response, but kept going, settling my fingers gently on her ass, pressing that flesh lightly.

"You've been such a good little monkey, not bouncing on your bed," I replied, testing the waters.

"Oh, Daddy, I've just been so tired," she sighed, but then she giggled, which made her nipples dance along my ribcage. "Were you afraid I was keeping Jeanie to myself?" 

I forced a chuckle, squeezing her ass just a bit more firmly. 

"You and Jeanie are free to do whatever you want." I forced the words out, even though I almost cried just thinking them. I grinned again though as Dulcie's butt pushed back slightly against my hands, with just a hint of a wiggle.

"So are you and Jeanie..." my daughter replied.

A chuckle instinctively rose from my chest. "I'm hardly about to invite her over... what would I say: 'hi, Jeanie, how about a booty call?'"

"No, silly, you just remind her she's welcome to use our pool any time. That should remind her of our afternoon together, and hopefully she'll bring her skimpiest bikini - or none at all." 

"Except it's a bit cold for sunbathing this fall."

Dulcie pouted like my little girl. "You're right, I guess. But, hey, Caro's home this weekend coming up. She could invite Jeanie over. I'd do it, but I'm going with the cheerleaders on the football road trip." 

"Will Caro be as eager as you to help me get laid? " I worried out loud. "And how will it work without the pool to get the girls half naked?"

As I spoke, Dulcie rose on her toes, thrusting her chest harder against my body, curving her bum deeper into my palms. She lifted her chin and kissed my nose.

"Silly Daddy, sex with you is so great, I'm sure Jeanie will find a way if Carolyn doesn't." 

She wiggled her hips in emphasis, grinding forward against my rigid cock. My fingers twitched, begging to shift enough to curl into the cleavage of her buttocks, to shove aside the fabric of the nightie, to tease her anus, to push this encounter past the point of no return. My brain refused to shut up and allow this to just unfold. 

"The sex is great?" I squeaked like an anxious teenager in need of reassurance. "I thought you might have decided you didn't like it. If it was great, why haven't we done it again?" 

Dulcie chuckled. "Because I don't want to get addicted. I want it to be special. Plus, if we kept on doing it without Jeanie, and with Carolyn away, would I get jealous? Would they? Just way too much to think about Daddy."

The sociocultural reasons why incest is taboo, laid out there between us.

"But you're willing to shove me at them? Aren't you worried about how that will make you feel?"

This time the laugh was a very girlish giggle which expanded Dulcie's chest in tempo, rubbing the nightie against my flesh, sending electricity down to my cock, ensuring that I stayed hard throughout this serious chat. She chewed her lip before speaking again, another habit much more typical of her childhood than the young woman she had become. Her eyes hooded over, a sign of heavy thinking.

"I'm not exactly shoving them at you," she finally reasoned. "Just encouraging you to see how events unfold."

Another thoughtful pause.

"Besides," Dulcie resumed, "I think it might be time for me to unfurl my wings a bit. I mean, as great as sex with you has been, I need to try out other cocks. Not to mention, the play with Jeanie and Caro has really confused me more than just a bit about my orientation. Am I bi? Or was that just something I did to please you? Or is it them specifically who are exceptions to me being straight? The trip this weekend should be a chance to find out as bit more about my sexuality. Only eight chaperones for sixty horny footballers and cheerleaders. I'm guessing I'll either get some cock, or if the chaperones keep us secure in our rooms, I'll see what unfolds with my roomies when we change and shower - not to mention two girls per bed."

Her tongue flicked along her lower lip. " Ohhhhh, just thinking about that made my clit throb even more than feeling your swollen helmet trying to separate my labia. I guess I really am attracted to girls – curious to try more, at least." 

Her chuckle this time was throaty, adult. My little girl was growing up before my eyes, with her teardrop ass cradled in my hands. Soon there would be no more childish games of bouncing on the bed. Still, Jeanie was unquestionably a very experienced young woman, and she had used her girlishness to seduce me, so the change in Dulcie would not be like flicking a light switch. After the football weekend, though, there would be a more experienced, dare I say 'used' quality. If Dulcie followed Jeanie's pattern, that would make her more adventuresome, but the freshness that I found so compelling would fade. 

"Why is your cock shrivelling, Daddy?" Dulcie asked in her curious voice, more like a five year old learning about turtles shrinking into their shells than a young woman in incestuous play with a widower father. "I will always be your special little girl."

Again she giggled, bouncing on her toes, driving nipples and hips tight into my flesh. She grinned as my organ refilled. 

"I doubt I'll ever find anybody as good as you to fuck. I promise to bring more girls over to share if I find that I like sex with girls generally, rather than just my sister and her former best friend." 

"But what if they're girls who don't like boys...men, I should say?"

Dulcie's belly rubbed my swollen member as she chuckled more. "None of my cheerleader friends are hairy armpit dykes - and yes, Dad I know about lipstick lesbians, but I think I'll sort out the bi ones just fine." 

Both of us widened our eyes as we realized just what she had done – casually admitting and accepting that she was more than just bi curious. Our gaze locked together as we processed this latest information, and then, for me at least, long after. Having watched Dulcie enjoy girl sex, I could hardly judge her, so I relaxed and explored inside her soul. Inside her eyes, I still found the same sweet monkey who used to bounce on her bed to avoid going to sleep, to force one last good night. A girl with a lot of love to give, but the need for a lot in return. No wonder she would need to seek affection from both genders, and, I accepted, probably for many people in many ways.

As we paused, my hands did some processing of their own, kneading the flesh of that toned athletic bum. Although I had been her first man, I felt no guilt at triggering her sexual curiosity. Between genetics and the role model of her affectionate mother, Dulcie had many influences besides me. I felt myself frown as I wished that her mother had lived to see what a fine young woman we had raised. 

"Oh, Daddy, what will turn that frown upside down?" Dulcie asked, hopefully not aware of my thinking of her mother at that moment. "I know... how about you fuck my ass? I know you'd want to be my first, and if we do it now, and I like it, that's one more option for the road trip, and it'll prove to you that I'm not rejecting more sex with you."

Her cheerful babbling made it all seem very natural and sensible, rather than the sick twisted incest it actually was. So natural that as she spoke, my fingers pulled her buttocks apart, and one started teasing her anus, which instantly responded, gaping open and almost sucking my fingertip inside her forbidden passage. As soon as she finished speaking, Dulcie lifted on her toes again, this time her lips parting and her tongue forcing its way into my mouth for a deep, non daughterly kiss. She held my hair in one hand, prolonging our contact. Her hips rotated, grinding more against my aching cock. She lowered herself gently, allowing my finger to slide past her sphincter, right to the bottom. I wiggled inside her colon. She giggled, finally coming up for air. 

"I think I'm going to like this. I hope you do too," she said, taking both sides of my chin in her palms and pulling my head down to kiss the tip of my nose. 

A knot rose in my throat as I wondered whether she really wanted her ass deflowered so that she could take fat football player cocks up there. Visions of her on all fours on a hotel bed, one cock in her mouth, another in her ass, danced through by brain. I completed the picture by adding two cheerleaders, one sucking each of my baby's nipples, playing with her cunt. Or, would she try triple penetration? 

My heart ached, and some part of my fatherly mind was jealous, and concerned that my young daughter not gain a reputation as "easy", but my cock spoke loudest, screaming and throbbing, not just for immediate release, but a future of imagining Dulcie's adventures, and hopefully, sharing in them in some fashion. 

"Promise me something?" I choked the words out.

"I'll promise you anything Daddy, as long as you promise to fuck my ass," Dulcie giggled, "and, if I like it, to do it lots more." 

"Fair enough. I'll fuck your ass if you promise to tell me about all the guys that you have sex with – fucking, fingering, blow jobs... any sort of sex."

Another giggle. 

"That's easy, Daddy, I'll love watching your fat cock growing as you picture me covered in spunk, or with my face buried in a sweet cunt while I get fucked doggy style. I'll make sure to tell you about any girly sex too." 

She sealed her promise with a kiss, lips tight to mine, tongue bathing my teeth, tits flattened against my chest. Her hips rotated harder against my finger, as if trying to draw it deeper. I slid a second digit up her rear passage to add to her pleasure. Wetness from her cunt flooded her thighs, flowing all over my arm. I teased her labia with my baby finger as she broke the kiss and sighed.

"I'm almost cumming just like this, but since that finger isn't about to get longer, no matter how many more you shove up there, I think it's time for your cock." 

My baby bounced on her toes again, but this time, when she rose to kiss me, she grabbed my shoulders and locked her ankles behind my calves. She wriggled closer, her body warm against mine, head rolling onto one shoulder while she linked her hands behind my neck, just like when she was five or six and too tired to walk to her own bed. I grinned as I thought about how she must have faked that often, because a few minutes after I put her down, she and her sister would be monkeys bouncing on the bed. 

"Take me to my bedroom," Dulcie breathed up at me. 

They say extraordinary situations give ordinary people extraordinary strength, and this was one of those moments. I don't know if it was a surge of hormones or what, but I bounded up the stairs and down the hall effortlessly, with Dulcie's perfect butt supported by my arm, but she felt totally weightless, or at least no heavier than when I carried her to bed as a toddler. 

I did not need to be told when I entered the room that I should bounce my little monkey on the bed - she was no longer that little girl who I used to gently ease under the covers, trying not to wake her. She was all woman now, my eager playmate. Standing half way between the door and the bed, I gave my bundle a gentle toss. She bounced catlike on all fours, spinning with her cheerleader agility to face me, a huge grin shining up at me.

"Why do you still have clothes on?" she asked sweetly, breaking the trance induced by the rhythmic bobbing of those grapefruit sized boobs dangling from her chest, fully exposed as the nightie had fallen open. 

"Because I needed to see my monkey bouncing on the bed first. And now, I want you to unwrap me like a present, to prove that this is what my monkey really wants." 

Dulcie gave a tiny bob of her head, an act of determined decision she had inherited or learnt from her mother. With a fresh grin up at me, she bounced closer to the edge of the mattress. Without thinking about it, I automatically stepped closer. 

Her eyes locked on mine as she settled back on her haunches, both hands free to attack my belt, fumbling only slightly with the buckle. As she worked, the sides and backs of her hands brushed against the bulge in my pants, causing my cock to throb in response. This in turn provoked more girly giggles. The waist button of my pants proved tricky, I guess because the fabric was stretched by my girth, but once Dulcie managed to pop that loose, the zipper followed of its own accord, peeling down to release the pressure. She smiled even wider as she ran her fingers up my length, still encased in a thick layer of cotton. 

I felt the wetness of my precum soaking through my briefs, and Dulcie honoured me, and it, by flicking her tongue over the spreading stain. Then she looked back up at me and giggled again.

"Yup, you still taste great. In fact, I think I want to lick you a while before you fuck my ass, if that's okay with you Daddy." 

Without waiting for a response, my daughter's fingers curled into the elastic waist of the briefs, and with a flick of her wrists, tugged the fabric down and out, allowing my cock to spring free, almost smacking her in the jaw as it fell free, still gaining more stiffness. Not having had sex in a couple of weeks, my hormones were racing as much as the day that Dulcie had ended my long drought of celibacy after her mother had died. My daughter's devotion made it even more exciting. 

I might have managed a slight nod of agreement, but Dulcie had not waited - she leaned forward, jaw relaxed, and slid my entire length into her open throat in a single smooth movement. She only closed her lips when they reached the very root of my cock. For a brief second, I once again wondered whether she had been practising on random football player cocks after cheer practises, but then, as she wrapped her tongue around my shaft, gradually pulling her mouth back along my shaft while kneading my balls in her tiny hand, I decided not to care. She was making love to my cock, worshipping it. What more could a horny Dad ask for? 

Dulcie paused to take extra care slipping her tongue all around the bottom of my cock head, slowly collapsing her cheeks as she sucked it intensely, her fingers now encircling the rod still wet her saliva. I encouraged her by my moans, and then by running my fingers through her hair. I considered warning her how close I was, in case she was afraid I might not recover fast enough to ass fuck her. Once again, though, what she did next caused me to suspect my baby had been practising without me. 




No More Monkeys... Ch. 05



She leaned back just an inch or two, allowing my helmet to rest on her lower lip, eyes looking up at me.

"I know you're like an all day sucker, but we better slow this down," she moaned, her jaw barely moving, warm air from her lungs bathing my dripping slit. 

Backing her head up another fraction of an inch, she teased me with her tongue, first giggling as she tasted the seepage from the tip, and then rolling carefully around the base of the head. 

"You taste scrumptious," she said. "I must remember to get more of this later." 

I started to instruct her to pay extra, but very careful, attention to the frenulum, that little tab of skin tying head to shaft underneath, which is particularly responsive to light, soft touches, but over reacts to excessive pressure, but she had picked up that trick, her tonguing sending shivers up my spine. 

"I've never had anyone suck my cock as eagerly as you do. I hope you never stop."

She responded by kissing the top of my shaft from its head to the root. Tiny, hot, teasing kisses that made my cock ache for more. When she got to the base, she slid her tongue all around it, bathing it. After a pause to look up at me with a grin, she began licking my balls, paying careful attention to each. They were drawn up so tightly to my groin that the imminence of my climax had to be apparent, especially if she had been experimenting on other men. 

I tugged her hair back, silently directing her. Dulcie complied, kissing back up the underside of my member while kneading my balls playfully. This time, when she got to the top, she slid her mouth over the head, closing her lips and teasing my sensitive flesh with her teeth. When she released me from her lips, my cock was shiny with her saliva. 

"I'm glad that you like how I'm doing this," she whispered. 

Once again, I stopped myself from asking if she'd been taking lessons. It dawned on me that maybe it wasn't greedy eighteen year old jocks. Maybe some teacher who loved eager young cheerleaders kept them after school for extra credit. If so, I wondered, did Dulcie know other girls who had received top grades? I pictured a mini-orgy with several of Dulcie's mates all on their knees waiting their turn to see who could make me explode in their mouth, all over their tits, while earlier winners sprawled on the bed, licking each other clean. Maybe I should suggest a sleepover. 

Of course, with the road trip next weekend, it might have to wait a bit. So I best enjoy Dulcie now, and see if she could deliver Jeanie, or Caro, or both, to please me while she was away. 

"You are fantastic, but I think it might be easier to penetrate your virgin ass with a fully loaded weapon, and if you keep this up, I'll blast my seed into your mouth or all over your body. As much as we both might enjoy that, I know you really dragged me in here for the ass fucking."

"Make me ready, Daddy. Pinch my nipples, toy with my clit, finger my anus..." Dulcie sighed breathlessly before hoovering my cock deep into her throat again. To emphasize her point, she snuck a finger behind me, briefly teasing my ass hole, but stopping short of stimulating my prostate, which would have caused my load to explode down into her belly. 

I began by leaning over her back and cupping her firm butt in both hands, pulling the sides apart, stretching her anus. I then ran my hands along her sides and cupped both tits, hefting the weight gently, so that when I grasped her nipples and tweaked without warning, she gasped, even though her mouth was still full of my cock. Continuing to play with her nipples, I eased one hand along her torso, feeling the firm abs, finding her wetness. 

"You have such a sexy ass. It's so firm, but has perfect curves," I moaned as I moved the hand that had been playing with her tits to caress my daughter's butt, while the fingers of my other hand explored her gash, coating my hand in her juices. Her hips were bucking, as if demanding that I caress her clit, but for now I denied her. 

Then I noticed – no tan lines. 

"Nude sunbathing or tanning salon?" I asked as I continued fondling.

"Out by the pool... just as the sun comes up... before even the paper boy might see," Dulcie moaned.

I stepped a bit to the side, lowering my head further, flattening my tongue and licking down from the bump at the base of my daughter's spine into the valley of her ass cheeks, stopping just short of her winking anus. Her cunt was dripping wet. I could smell it, and feel it on my fingertips. I rolled my hand up into her cunt, the whole fist to the wrist. Dulcie had only fucked me a couple of times, and her gasp at this aggressive penetration, together with the tautness around my hand, told me even if she had practised her oral talents, she probably still had not fucked around. I realized that after her football road trip, she would not feel the same.

Dulcie's mind seemed to be in sync with mine. She sighed and spoke. "Oh, Daddy, thank you. I was worried about whether I might not be stretched enough. I know you have a really big cock, but I don't know what I might need to accommodate this weekend. Plus, Jeanie tells me that taking lots of cocks is easier if your cunt isn't too tight."

She giggled.

"Ooops, I know that your cock got hard thinking of me screwing guys on the trip, or maybe it was that I might make out with other gals, but I don't want you thinking that I'm coming home either a carpet munching dyke or a slut with a cunt you could drive a semi into. I'll still be Daddy's girl. Though I might learn a few new tricks."

Another giggle.

"Now, are you going to fuck my ass or what?" 

I did not answer, at least not with words. Instead, I rubbed my sloppy fluid covered hand all around Dulcie's anus, and then pulled it open with two fingers. She bounced slightly, perhaps thinking that I was about to pierce her ring with another digit. 

"No more monkeys bouncing on the bed," I warned, slapping her ass lightly with my free hand. While she was distracted by this, I finally sank my tongue into her forbidden fruit. Dulcie made a squealing sound when my tongue first penetrated the tight opening, and she got even noisier as I buried my tongue deeper and deeper inside of her, like I was fucking her with it.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy, fuck my ass with your tongue," Dulcie screamed. 

With that encouragement I continued my attack on her poop chute, swirling my tongue into the pocket past the sphincter, licking and sucking her flesh. The scent of Dulcie's arousal made my cock even harder. 

"I'm so horny, Daddy, I'm tweaking my own nipples," she moaned.

I pulled back just a bit, and admired how her anus was gaping open, red and puffy and ready. I started scooping my moisture from her cunt, coating both her flesh and my cock.

"I think your asshole is calling for my cock," I said. 

"But not like that, Daddy," Dulcie replied. "If you reach into my gym bag, you'll find the condoms I bought for the trip. You need to wear one."

It took a few seconds to fumble with the unopened packet, but it seemed longer. Dulcie helped by swivelling around and stroking my erection as she waited. Once I had the rubber unwrapped, she reached up and took it from me. 

"Jeanie's given me a few lessons," she explained before she expanded the condom by blowing gently into the open end of the balloon. 

"Just like a birthday party," she giggled. "Except I'm about to wrap my present."

She rolled the condom down my shaft, afterwards smoothing it right down to the root, slowly, fondling me 'til I was as erect as she had ever seen.

"A perfect fit," she giggled. "Good thing I bought the magnum size, not even thinking I'd use one on you, but knowing that I only want the football players who have big cocks. The little guys, I might blow, but if they want to fuck me, they better have their own rubbers."

I closed my lips tightly to make sure I did not explain to my daughter that those smaller cocks might be better fits for anal, and that she was right – condoms were absolutely essential for anal sex. My passion to enter bareback would be nothing compared to horny eighteen year olds, so she should bring lots of rubbers. That thought led my brain back in full circle to images of Dulcie pulling a train. I noticed that my balls pulled tighter to my groin and my tip rose higher as I contemplated that, no matter how much my larger brain disliked the idea of my baby being such a slut. 

"Too late to worry now" I told myself. As usual, my balls over ruled my brain. 

But I did not say that out loud. What I said was, "get on all fours and turn around, I'll do you doggy style except I'll aim higher."

I hoped that my smile was reassuring, and did not reflect either the concerns I had just wrestled with, or my general sexual uncertainty - other than a couple of days with my daughters and Jeanie, I was very out of practice, and anal had never been a favourite of my wife's. 

However nervous I might be about crossing this barrier with my daughter, Dulcie still knew who was really in control of our evolving relationship. Smiling angelically up at me, she shook her head slightly from side to side.

"I want to be on top Daddy, so that I can control how fast you enter my ass. That way, if it gets too tight or starts to hurt, or hurt too much, maybe I mean, I can pull up."

She tugged me forward, using my cock as a handle until my shins bumped the edge of the mattress. 

"Oh, don't pout Daddy, this whole ass fucking thing is my idea, don't forget. I bet you would never have dared to suggest it, even if we are still lovers years from now, unless I made the first move." 

I had not realized that my disappointment at not being able to pound her ass from behind had flashed across my face.

"Tell you what, Dad, if I like it my way, you can do it your way next time. I'll be stretched out a bit more, I bet."

This time when she pulled, I allowed myself to fall onto the bed, trying not to picture crude eighteen year old cocks plundering my daughter doggy style. I chased those images away by pondering whether I might get another chance to practice anal sex with Dulcie before her trip. 

While I was lost in those thoughts, Dulcie slid off the mattress. She knelt briefly between my feet, crawling slowly upwards, reaching forward to cup my balls delicately in her palm. I relaxed and enjoyed the stimulation, nicely enhanced by the visual of her beaming grin, her tousled hair, and her erect nipples moving as her breasts swung gently with each breath. 

Her next move surprised me. Instead of crawling onto my thighs, or directly to my lap, Dulcie paused and bent forward, lowering her mouth over my rubber covered cock. She swallowed it smoothly, no teeth grazing the condom and threatening its integrity. Raising her head, my daughter licked all around my shaft with her wet tongue, while using her fist to make sure that the rubber was taut to my meat, and that my turgidity had not diminished - fat chance of that. 

"Dulcie, honey," I groaned, "feel how full my balls are; how fat my cock is. I'm about to burst. You better hurry up and fuck me before I explode."

She acted as if she had not heard, lifting her head off my helmet, still grasping my shaft, showering my inner thighs with tender kisses. Finally, her mouth descended below my balls, and her tongue teased my anus. I could feel a tiny spurt of sperm filling the tip of the condom. It took all my power of restraint to not have a complete climax. 

Fortunately, Dulcie lifted her head and spoke. 

"Now you're really ready to fuck my ass, Daddy, and I'm ready for you."

As she spoke, Dulcie climbed up my body, her fingers squishily pushing more wetness from her dripping cunt toward her ass, making sure that pathway was well lubricated. Then she leaned down and kissed me on my mouth. 

As we kissed, she lifted her hips so that my shaft slid up the cleft of her ass, so that her pussy juices coated the rubber. She twisted her hand behind her body and guided my cockhead to her anus. 

"Somebody's knocking at my back door," she giggled, her voice younger than her eighteen years, but her body was all woman.

"You want it don't you, you want to feel your cock buried deep in my ass," she breathed. I could only nod in response.

One swift up and down movement of her athletic body sunk my throbbing member deeply in her hot, wet ass. I was shocked, because I had expected her to slowly ease herself down inch by inch, carefully, in case the pain was excessive. 

Dulcie broke the kiss off, flinging herself backward, her nipples pointing toward the ceiling, pushing me deeper into her bowels, her flying hair giving her a wild aspect that I had never pictured in all the years I had spent raising my little girl. 

"Ohmigawd, I've never felt so filled," Dulcie growled, as if she had been fucking for years, not like a young woman who had just lost her virginity about a month before."This is what bouncing on the bed is really all about." 

My cock had never felt so tightly enveloped as her muscles clenched around my shaft. My hips instinctively pushed up, rising off the mattress. Dulcie pressed a hand on my chest and spoke.

"Let me do the work, Daddy." 

She was inexperienced sexually, but years of gymnastics and cheer leading had trained her muscles. Without moving her body, she massaged my cock with her abdominal muscles. I could feel her fingers thrusting into her cunt through the thin internal membrane which separated her passages. It was totally unlike fucking a cunt. I tried to remain perfectly still, the only movement in my body being my throbbing shaft. 

Her cunt muscles, strong from many years of exercise seemed to ripple around my cock, edging him closer and closer to climax, but each time I thought that I was about to explode, she slowed, shifting her hips to change the sensation within her bowel. She began rotating her hips in tiny circles, giving my cock a massage unlike any experience I had ever had. Anal sex with her mother had always been fast and furious, me plunging into a distended hole, quick and animalistic. With Dulcie, it was making love anally. 

"Now fuck me Daddy," she screamed, her head tossing wildly, "I'm soooo close..."

I began to thrust upwards, gently at first and then harder. Each stroke seemed to loosen her rear passage a little more, so that soon I was pumping smoothly. We found a rhythm, her ass bouncing down to meet my thighs and then my hips pressing my cock up deep inside her. Her muscles were working faster, clenching more tightly, so I sensed that she was getting very close to her finish. She was grinding one hand against her wide open spread cunt lips, the heel of the hand pressing against her clit. Her whole body was shaking. 

"Holy fuck! Don't stop Daddy, please don't stop! Don't you dare FUCKING STOP!!" This was a new woman taking charge, not my innocent young Dulcie. Obviously, those worries she had about whether anal might be too painful had washed away. She had already become an ass fucking slut, a woman without conscience, totally committed, not caring about the added taboo of incest, if anything, turned on more because it was her father fucking her ass. She growled like a beast in heat. 

I realized that I was thrusting more insistently, trying to match her intensity. Dulcie was muttering incoherently. I could make out a few words - "fuck" and "impossible" and "incredible" and "ass", over and over again.

The juices creaming out of her cunt were pooling on my belly, but she had not yet had a true climax, all this was just a series of rolling preorgasmic waves. Finally, she came loudly, releasing a torrent of cum. Her ear-splitting scream rattled the window.

I continued fucking up into her ass until I felt my own orgasm rush out of my balls and up my shaft, filling the condom. Dulcie continued to grind down onto my cock as a second climax wracked her body, her shoulders shaking. As always, watching her nipples sway made me grin. 

Finally spent, Dulcie collapsed onto my chest, already drifting off to sleep, a smile on her face. I eased my shaft from her ass before it softened so that the condom stayed in place until I exited, my cock now just a swollen worm wedged between our thighs. Then I slept, content, in my baby's bed. I dreamt of more anal sex with Dulcie, and perhaps, initiating Carolyn. Something told me that Jeanie's back door had already been opened. 



No More Monkeys... Ch. 06



"Helllloooo... anybody home?" 

I heard the words echo from both entrances of my house as I stood in the kitchen, my mind awash with thoughts of taboo sex – most recently, of taking my eighteen year old younger daughter, Dulcie's anal virginity, but also of having fucked my older daughter, Carolyn, both alone and with her sister. Then there was Carolyn's former cheer leading chum Jeanie, who, after thoroughly teasing me from the day she turned eighteen, had joined Dulcie in a display of lesbian sex which turned into a threesome. What had kept my cock hard in my pants all morning though, was thinking about Dulcie off on a football road trip, wondering how many cocks she was consuming, or whether she was indulging her bi tendencies with the other cheerbabes. I had seen and felt enough of Dulcie's taut young body to be able to imagine the experiences she was sharing.

The only thing keeping me from pulling my prick out and jacking off to get relief was knowing that Carolyn was due home any time for a weekend break from college. My hesitation was not fear of her walking in and finding me stroking myself. Dulcie had assured me that her sister was not ashamed of our earlier antics, and that if I handled the situation properly, Caro wanted more.

Part of what needed careful handling was my ongoing lust for Jeanie, complicated by the fact that she and Caro were no longer friends. Dulcie knew that my darkest fantasies involved reuniting the former team mates, in a modified version of my threesome with Jeanie and Dulcie. I could never tell Dulcie, but sharing Caro and Jeannie would be even hotter, with their history. I knew that even trying to engineer that would likely just blow things up, and leave me with no sex. 

Dulcie was away, so neither voice could be hers. I quickly assumed that Carolyn had returned home earlier than expected, and turned toward the front door, expecting my older daughter to come bounding in. Her unhappiness at school had improved since our sexual encounter, which accomplished our purpose of building her self-confidence. She had not told me whether or not she had turned this into fresh sexual encounters. 

Thoughts of watching Carolyn suck cock, or fuck, or eating pussy just made my cock stiffer, which was not what I wanted at that moment. No matter how much I hoped to share my meat with Caro again, wagging a hard cock at her before she even tossed her travel bag on her bed might scare her off. 

Except it was not Caro who entered. Jeannie grinned girlishly at me as she rushed over and jumped up. My arms instinctively reached up and grabbed her back as her legs wrapped around my body. Her pelvis pressed tight to my cock. Her lips met mine; her tongue forced my mouth open and caressed my teeth. Her stiff nipples were barely contained in a halter top, which did nothing to prevent their hardness from drilling into my chest. 

"Oh, I can tell that you're happy to see me, but Dulcie told me she wouldn't spoil the surprise when she asked me to come check and see if you needed anything while she was away." Jeannie burbled as she came up for air, fingers caressing my hair. "I remember how much fucking went on during senior road trip, but then, I'm much more of a slut than your daughters. Maybe Dulcie would rather save herself for Daddy. Though I bet your cock is excited thinking about who she might be fucking."

Jeanie emphasized her point by running a hand between our bodies, laying her palm fingers pointed down on my bulge. She held it there for about six heartbeats, applying barely any pressure, just feeling my turgidity surging against my clothing, grinning at the unspoken desire expressed by my meat, which told her that it wanted to touch her - not merely her hand, but her most intimate flesh, her mouth, her cunt, and, though she might not realize it, her ass. 

"Is this reserved for Dulcie, or may I have some?" she cooed. 

Before I could answer though, I heard a shout from behind me. This time it was Carolyn.

"Bitch," she yelled. "Daddy's mine!"

A blur flew past me. An arm swung. A hand slapped Jeannie's face loudly.

"I got a ride home early to surprise Daddy. It's not fair," my daughter whined. 

The shock of the attack had caused Jeannie to release me and step back. My cock still throbbed but now it was protesting the loss of body contact. 

"Hold on, dear," I spoke in as stern a parental tone as I could. For the first time, the moral gap created by incest felt like a chasm. "There's enough of me to share. To be fair, Jeanie had me first, at least when it comes to bouncing on the bed. You knew that."

"But that was with Dulcie - and you knew how upset that made me!"

One glance at the tears welling up in the corners of my daughter's eyes washed my sternness away. She melted into my arms, the heat of her body filling the vacuum created by Jeannie's stepping back. My cock instantly appreciated the treat, swelling hard against Caro's flat belly. I stroked her hair like I did when she was a little girl as she sobbed on my shoulder. My other hand caressed her back, but with each stroke, I realized that I was drifting lower toward her ass. Behind Caro, I saw that Jeanie was now grinning. 

Caro did not protest against my hardness pressing into her body. Instead, she rotated her hips slowly, grinding against my erection. A soft sigh escaped her lips. My hand shifted all the way down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly. She pressed harder against me, twisting so that her nipples drilled against my chest, a repeat of how Jeanie's had felt moments earlier. 

Her ass rotated faster under my palm, her cunt rubbing against my erection, separated only by thin layers of clothing. She broke the kiss, pausing briefly to bite my lower lip before panting for air, the warmth of her breath invading my throat as she stayed close.

"Damn, Daddy, but don't you just turn me on so much that I can't stay mad at you." Caro's voice was barely a whisper. "In fact, I want you so much that if you take me, I'll do anything you want – things that bitch Jeanie would never dream of."

My daughter snaked her tongue into my ear as if to illustrate her point, then spoke again."Things that my little sister would be shocked if you try them with her after I go back to school."

Over Caro's head, I could see Jeanie slumped against the counter, breathing heavily, one hand inside her panties, the other massaging her boob, fingers toying with her own nipple, grinning , her brain obviously filled with evil thoughts. 

"Oh, I doubt there's much Jeanie wouldn't do," I chuckled, "and Dulcie is more corruptible than you could possibly guess."

I watched Jeanie's eyes open wide, her hands pausing as she waited for me to feed her fever with more details. 

"No way she'd let you fuck her ass," Caro guessed. "and I would."

Since Dulcie had taken my cock up her poop chute, I'm sure my blush gave us away. Caro took a half step back, looking up and me, puzzled. 

It was Jeanie's to fill the void, upping the ante. "Heck, ass fucking is almost vanilla these days. All the gals like a little sausage in their casing. If you want to be really kinky, you have to drink the cum out of an ass."

My cock throbbed, loving the idea, but my head was still in charge. "That would mean anal sex with no rubber – very unsafe."

Jeanie pouted theatrically. "But, Daddy, I bet Caro's ass is virgin. So the thrill would be worth the risk. If you want, I'd lick your stick clean afterwards." 

I started to protest, not wanting to set a bad example for my daughter, but Caro moved quickly, placing a hand over my mouth as her other fingers moved to undo my pants. 

"I think it would be a huge turn on. I'm soaked just thinking about it, and like I said, anything Jeanie dreams of, I'm willing to go beyond - so first, I want you to fuck her ass while I lick your balls. Then while you fill my bowels, I'll eat your seed out of her, before she gets her turn." 

Her hand was massaging my shaft. My pants puddled around my ankles. Jeanie was simultaneously tweaking her nipples and slinking closer, her eyes locked on mine, her tongue wetting her lower lip. Common sense was about to lose another argument. 

Jeanie pressed tight to Carolyn's back, making my daughter meat in a sensual sandwich. Jeanie ran her tongue along Caro's neck before raising her lips to meet mine. The sweet flavour almost made me believe that I was virile enough to come twice in enough quantity to fulfil their perverse plot. 

"Let's make out and get him properly prepared," Jeanie stage whispered into Caro's ear, the tongue which had just teased my tonsils darting into my daughter's aural canal. One of Jeanie's hands had slithered up between bodies, and was under Caro's bra, doing to my daughter's nipple what Jeanie had just been doing to herself. I mentally pictured Caro dropping to her knees and taking me deep into her throat, in a seamless swallow, but with a hand firmly grasping my root to prevent accidental ejaculation.

By way of silent answer, Carolyn pivoted without releasing her grasp on my helmet, and cupped her other hand behind Jeanie's neck. Rivalry abandoned, at least for the moment, Caro locked her lips tightly onto Jeanie's mouth. I could see my daughter's tongue bulging in her frenemy's cheek. Four hands explored tits and asses as Caro quickly abandoned her stimulation of my organ. So much for my predicting how this ballet would develop. 

The girls' next move was so smooth, it could have been choreographed like ballet, but likely simply reflected their years of cheerleading practice. With no apparent discussion, they executed a pirouette and somehow Caro elevated up until she lay on the counter top, her legs draped over the edge, Jeanie in between. 

I watched Jeanie caress my daughter's inner thighs with delicate movements – far from the aggressive attack I had expected. Her fingers flowed in circular motions, eliciting ever deeper moans from Caro, until Caro's hips began joining in the dance, lifting up from the counter top as Jeanie's right thumb gently grazed Caro's labia.

Jeanie's nimble fingers tested Caro's willingness. She must not have known about my threesome with both daughters, and how Caro had played with Dulcie. I just assumed that Jeanie, being a proud slut, had played before and after her episode with Dulcie which had ended up with my seduction. Jeanie knew the location of the most important bits, and how to please a woman. 

"Is this okay?" Jeanie asked with uncharacteristic gentleness in her voice.

"Ohmigawd, yes, better than okay." Caro moaned. "I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life."

Jeanie continued her tender touching of my daughter , seemingly enjoying the power and control over her long time rival. Within moments, I could see, hear and smell Carolyn's excitement. Jeanie continued, though I suspected that Caro was on the brink of orgasm. Jeanie never quite allowed my daughter to climax, displaying a talent that could only have been perfected through plentiful practice. 

For the moment, I might as well have been on another planet, as Jeanie stroked Caro's nipples and kissed her way slowly around, over and down every bit of succulent skin. Caro's breathing slowed as she became more aroused. 

Any hint of hesitation on Jeanie's part vanished. She worked her way toward Carolyn's clit slowly, allowing the rosebud to pop up out of its hood on its own power. The sight of a womanly finger teasing my daughter's tender flesh gave me a determined jolt of excitement as she gasped in ecstasy. I knew that this might never be repeated, so I wanted to watch carefully, and store the memories for future recall. Caro would go back to school, and it would be a long time before I got to see her again. There was no guarantee that she would ever get naked for me again, let along fuck me. So having fodder for future masturbation was an added bonus to what promised to be mind blowing sex. 

My cock throbbed demandingly as I watched Jeanie drag her fingers up and then down my daughter's moist slit, carefully not scraping tender flesh with nails, using only the pads of her digits. As she did this, Jeanie bent forward, obscuring my view. As I shifted positions, Jeanie slowly lowered her head over Caro's chest, drawing a nipple into her lips, closing teeth around the rubbery tip, not biting, merely gripping enough to pull that nubbin away from the soft mound of tit below. 

After repeating this seduction of the other nipple, Jeanie proceeded to kiss down Carolyn's torso, bathing that taut flesh with her tongue, unhurried, wandering toward the navel, where she took exceptional care, rolling her tongue around the depression clockwise, and then counter-clockwise before stabbing into the space with a hardened point of that tongue. Jeanie's fingers, four of them, thrust deep into Caro's quim in synchronicity. 

My daughter gasped loudly, the single sound echoing in the kitchen. 

"Please, please please me," she demanded into the silence, a hint of joyful laughter in her tone, "eat me, bitch."

Her neck was bent, her back was arching up from the granite as her eyes glazed over. I knew she had loved sex with her sister when we had all shared a bed. Apparently, Jeanie also had just the correct womanly touch. 

Caro began whimpering as her fingers twined through Jeanie's hair, forcing her mouth along Caro's belly. In a few seconds, I watched as 'making out' gave way to full on girl sex - tongue stabbing between labia, lips suckling, seeking clit. 

My hand curled around my aching cock as I circled the counter, seeking the best view. I kept my organ in just a loose grasp, idly stroking, maintaining the excitement, but not progressing toward ejaculation, I hoped, in spite of the 'plop' of a drop of precum falling to the floor.

Jeanie abandoned Caro's tits as my daughter's ass lifted off the counter. The cheerleader whose teasing had contributed so much to my descent into incest pushed two fingers gently into Caro's ass. 

"Yes, bitch, stretch me for Daddy's cock," Carolyn moaned, releasing her grip on Jeanie's hair, all the better to tug on her own nipples. 

"I want you to make her cum," I spoke, though it seemed like a stranger's voice.

"She's totally driving me crazy, Daddy," Caro said. 

I stepped closer to the counter, my body beside my daughter's head. She turned her head and smiled up at me. Her chin moved a fraction of an inch, all the permission I needed to step even closer. Her mouth opened, allowing me to ease my erect head past her slack lower lip, over her teeth, onto her tongue. She licked me thoroughly, rhythm mimicking Jeanie's pace. Then she closed her mouth around my shaft and sucked my cock like it was a straw and my seed was her milkshake, after a year crossing a desert. 

"Not too much, sweetie," I cautioned. "I'm not some college guy who can fill your belly from the top end, then fill your ass - not to mention Jeanie's ass."

Fortunately, at just that moment, Carolyn's writhing intensified, and she spat my cock out, no doubt fearing that she might accidentally bite it in the throes of orgasm.

"I'm coming," Caro screamed, her body twitching and heaving uncontrollably. Jeanie kept licking, prolonging my daughter's climax. 

"So much for just making out to get ready for me," I chuckled.

"I'm not done yet," Jeanie said, pausing for a moment while Caro caught her breath, and then diving back deep into that soft chewy center. 

From this angle, I had a perfect view. I appreciated better than before that my older daughter had a tiny clit, unlike her mother or sister, or Jeanie. It was like a tiny pearl bobbing in the ocean of her cunt. Jeanie slurped it up enthusiastically, as if finding a strange new toy. I inhaled their mingled perfumes, the womanly scents proving that they were both excited. 

Jeanie alternated deep thrusts of her fingers with soft tongue licking and gentle nibbles with her teeth. 

"Oh, Jesus..." Caro panted, grabbing Jeanie's hair again to press that mouth against her slit. "That feels so good."

My daughter then released her lover's hair and reached a hand out toward me, grasping my hand as waves of orgasm wracked her body. 

Jeanie lifted her head and squealed with delight. Without missing a beat, she used her athletic grace to bounce up onto the counter top, twisting into a sixty-nine position with Caro. My daughter was less experienced than her friend, as far as I knew she had only had the one lesbian experience with her sister, but Caro made up for it by attacking Jeanie's dripping quim with enthusiasm. 

Her hands reached around and kneaded Jeanie's buttocks. I stepped back, gaining a perfect view of the gaping anus which they had suggested that I fill with cream. It was already moist from Jeanie's excitement. I throbbed every time my daughter's tongue reached past the edge of Jeanie's cunt and teased the perineum, almost tickling that rosebud. Within seconds, their moans filled my kitchen. 

"Oh, god, you bitch, I'm coming," Jeanie screamed. "So much for just making out til we were ready for Daddy."

Caro just kept on eating as Jeanie's climax exploded through that lithe body, which shook violently as it reached a peak of sexual satisfaction that I feared would be hard for me to match. Finally, each girl pulled their mouth away from their target and they lay panting on the counter top, a tangle of coltish womanly parts. 

Jeanie recovered first, untangling herself and shifting to sit on the edge, legs slowly kicking the air, looking at my aching cock. 

"I think Daddy's ready," she laughed, causing Carolyn to shift and look at her reward. 

Their eyes left my organ and made contact, a thought transferring as if communicating a cheer move. They both bounded down from the counter and each grabbed one of my hands, along the way each giving the tip of my cock just a tiny nudge. 

"Time for some bouncing on the bed," both monkeys said at once, which caused them to collapse in a cavalcade of girly giggles before dragging me up the stairs to Caro's room. 

They both bounced up on the bed, side by side on all fours, presenting their shapely asses for my appreciation. I smiled partly because of that view, but also because their fingers were intertwined, and their lips touched briefly, their rivalry abandoned. 

"Jeanie first," Caro instructed me, spinning around so that her fine young ass was against the mattress. In the afternoon sun, she looked as angelic as she had as a six year old in baby doll jammies resisting nap time. But that was almost fifteen years ago, and now she was nude, her nipples red from her friend's lesbionic attention, but still not ready for nap time, always wanting more from her daddy. And as always, I was about to give it to her. I never could resist pleasing my daughters. 

"I don't have any lube," I realized out loud.

"Not a problem," Caro decided, her fingers swiftly scooping up moisture dripping from Jeanie's cunt and rubbing it around Jeanie's anus. 

As I stepped closer, my daughter went further, stuffing her tiny fist right into Jeanie's cunt, and then stretching her friend's sphincter open, two slim fingers probing inside and stretching that passage open for my weapon. 

"Mmmm, that feels so good," Jeanie moaned. "I think I'm ready for a sold hunk of man meat to be stuffed up there though." 

In spite of that suggestion, Caro continued to finger fuck her ass ferociously, working a third finger into her. Jeanie went crazy, her hips thrusting back against my daughter's hand, a wave of orgasms shaking her body.

"Now she's really ready, Daddy," Caro laughed. "Time to fuck her tight hole with your big... fat... cock." 

She paused between those last three words, knowing how much I would love the praise, and perhaps trying to give Jeanie a little extra tingle. 

My knees bumped the edge of the mattress and Caro smiled up, scooting closer. Her free hand grasped my shaft at the base, tugging me up onto the bed and aiming me at Jeanie's core. Her fingertips caressed my balls, something that reminded me of how her mother knew just the right touch to excite without tickling. That thought might have made me feel sad, or guilty, but I was too absorbed in the moment. If Dulcie had first seduced me as therapy to help get me past the death of my wife, Caro's latest effort was continuing the healing. 




No More Monkeys... Ch. 06



As Carolyn lined me up with Jeanie's asshole, her tongue flicked across my tip, tasting my precum. She giggled, then gave Jeanie's cunt a quick, teasing lick. 

Jeanie groaned excitedly. "I'm liking what you are doing. You better get that cock inside my ass now before I just want more of you eating my cunt, bitch."

The fingers which had brought Jeanie to orgasm now scooped her cream from Jeanie's inner thighs to coat my cock. I was distracted as Jeanie lifted one arm, cupping her own tit, twisting a nipple, groaning as her head fell forward into the pillows. As a result, I was not watching the grace with which my daughter shoved my cock home into her friend's ready ass, while spinning herself beneath Jeanie's belly, to make good on the promise to lick my balls as I fucked her friend's forbidden fruit. 

I pulled halfway out, then pushed back in. 

"Am I hurting you?"

"You need to shut up and fuck me hard. The first insertion hurt like hell, but it was such deliciously intense pain," Jeannie giggled. "I must be just a little pain slut. I love how I can feel the size of your cock, your mushroom swelling against those tender nerve endings in my ass." 

One of Jeanie's hands slid under her body, emerging glistening with her wetness. I leaned close to her back and cleaned her fingers, tasting her sweet juices. 

"I love the taste of myself," it was her turn to giggle, "so I hope you like tasting what your daughter just licked."

I was not able to reply, because my powers of speech were interrupted by the sensation of Caro licking my balls, bathing them with saliva. She nudged my legs wider before sucking them one by one into her hungry mouth. 

Jeanie moaned in reaction to this motion, which caused my hard member to try shifting side to side in her tight passage. 

"Oh yesssss," she encouraged me as I felt my daughter's tongue roll my balls in her cheeks. 

I was momentarily distressed when she eased her mouth off my scrotum, but then she licked the taint between my balls and my ass. This startled me, instinctively triggering me to push deep into Jeanie's bowels. She grunted in surprise.

"Too much pain?" I whispered into her ear.

"Naw. Is that all you got?" Jeanie sneered. "I can take a lot more than that."

I responded by grabbing a handful of hair, tugging her head back, using it as a handle to seesaw her body back onto my cock, thrusting hard into her ass. I could never treat my daughters like this, so it was fortunate that they had brought Jeanie into our play. It was opening a whole new world of sexuality that I had never experienced before.

Soon we had a good rhythm established. I would pull my cock out until only the head was held inside her anus by her sphincter and then would push my cock all the way back deep inside her bowel. Caro lay underneath us and licked furiously. As I fucked Jeanie's ass, her abdominal and glut muscles were working hard, trying to hold me in, shove me out, milk me, all at once. I could feel her cunt contracting and expanding, her orgasm building. 

Caro paused from licking my balls just long enough to chuckle and speak, as if reading my mind.

"Keeping you young, Dad." she laughed. When she resumed licking, her tongue was wrapping around my shaft, and then she would slide it up Jeanie's slit before returning to my root. This made Jeanie squirm even more. 

"Fill me up, Daddy," Jeanie gave the last word a mocking lilt, "so your bitch of a daughter can eat me while you fill her."

I could see Caro reaching over to start playing with her friend's nipples, twisting and pulling, I guess figuring that if Jeanie wanted pain, Caro would give it to her. This made Jeanie arch her back, pressing harder against my cock. 

I again briefly worried about my ability to come twice in rapid succession, but recognized it was just too late to stop. Do the best I can, I decided. Still, Jeanie was being naughty, calling Caro names and teasing us both. For that, I swatted her ass as I rode her. This made her anal muscles spasm around my cock, which throbbed a bit extra each time I hit her. 

"Yes, that feels so good," Jeanie moaned. "You feel so big in there. My head is spinning"

Finally, I felt Jeanie's lower body tense, then spasm as her climax struck. My response was assisted by my daughter, who swiftly slipped a finger past my sphincter to stimulate my prostate. Thinking back on it, I rationalize that her jabbing motion seemed to suggest that I was to launch a single explosion of seed, rather than massaging every drop of seminal fluid from its source. At the time, I seemed just to burst, my leg muscles tensing, semen surging up my shaft and flooding Jeanie's bowel in a single mad rush. I wonder if those sperm realized that there were no eggs anywhere near their destination. 

Caro slid out from underneath. 

"I'll give you a minute to soften before you pull out, and then I can drink you that cocktail", she grinned up at me like the daughter who used to bounce on this bed instead of sleeping. 

She bent over and kissed Jeanie gently on the lips, massaging the other young woman's back, cuddling her tenderly, rivalry abandoned in this moment of joy. While they were occupied, I slipped back, my cock relaxing enough to safely withdraw, but I kept the head just inside Jeanie's ass, letting it serve as a plug.

"I'm ready, or should I say, Jeanie's ass is ready?" I said gently, just loud enough to get my daughter's attention. 

"Pull out then," Caro murmured, and like any obedient lover, I followed her command. 

I slid back off the bed, and knelt on the floor, my head about level with Jeanie's ass, or just a bit lower, so I had a great angle looking up at my daughter's mouth travelling from labia to anus. I could feel her tongue as she vacuumed my deposit out her friend's forbidden passage. My fluids kept flowing and she kept on swallowing. Caro's hands began sensually rubbing Jeanie's inner thighs, and then moved up to massage that perfect butt. She pulled Jeanie's ass cheeks as far apart as she could, opening up Jeanie's anus and extending her tongue up to lick around the opening, and then explore inside.

Caro paused for air, and tilted her head to look across at me. Her face was covered with my juice, fresh from Jeanie's ass. Her mouth was open in a girlish grin of exquisite joy. My heart was pounding. I leaned over and gave her a deep kiss. Our lips locked. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. I loved the taste. 

"It feels so good that I'm almost ready to cum again," Jeanie moaned, her fingers ravaging her own clit. "I wanted to make love to you and have orgasms with you. I needed to have you, and sharing you with your Daddy makes this experience even more perfect. Don't stop."

I peeled my lips away from my daughter's, and eased her face back between her friend's thighs, just in time for her to capture a trickle of fluid rolling down Jeanie's thigh. This made Jeanie giggle.

"That tickles," she explained. Then, to the shock of both myself and Caro, I think, she drove her tongue down into Caro's vulva. After slurping my daughter's clit out of its engorged hood, she paused and said "Let's come together."

I found a position on the edge of the bed where I could lay on my side and watch the two girls become more intimate. Both had swollen labia dripping with wetness. They leaned into each other and kissed the more tender morsels, at first just barely touching flesh with lips. Their cunts were gaping open, clits like stamen inside rose petals. Two tongues busily worked womanly magic. Caro of course was working faster and harder, her mouth scooting from cunt to anus, catching the remaining discharge from Jeanie's ass.

"You give such soft gentle kisses," Jeanie muttered, which meant that Carolyn had to nip with pointy teeth, adding a bit of pain to enhance Jeanie's pleasure. 

Both silky cunts were wetting the bed, and my ringside seat was making my cock harden already. I noticed how rock hard their nipples were. Despite that similarity, they were so different – Jeanie's nipples standing out from her mounds atop puffy areolae, while Caro's were like two thumbs surrounded by a pinkish corona. My hand reached over, without conscious thought, and cupped their firm young tits, one each, but simultaneously, the gals paused just long enough to growl at me. 

"I'm sorry, but your tits are just so gorgeous." 

"I know Daddy," Caro spoke, "but this part has to be just us. After we come, you get to fuck my virgin ass. I'm sure you can wait til then."

The last syllable was just reaching my ears when Caro filled her mouth with another flow of seed from Jeanie's ass. 

"But I better get your ass ready for daddy while we finish," Jeanie observed.

She stabbed her tongue deep back into my daughter's cunt and lapped her juices as she moved her arms to grasp behind Caro's thighs, pulling her cunt toward Jeanie's head. The tiny bedroom was filled with the rich perfume of fragrant pussies. My brain was almost on overload watching the two young college girls eating each other. I watched as Jeanie's tongue slid along Caro's labia, until her nose was resting against the rosebud of my daughter's tender ass. My cock throbbed excitedly. It was all I could do to resist touching myself. I was afraid that if I did so, I might explode. 

Jeanie's nose was almost sticking in Caro's baby smooth ass, as her tongue worked from cunt to ass hole, teasing. I could see that tight little opening starting to gape in response. I inhaled the odours smell as my daughter, who I loved in every way possible, was getting prepared to discover a new sort of pleasure. At that moment, it was impossible to think that she might not enjoy it. Her hips were thrusting wildly up off the mattress in anticipation. Jeanie moved her head just enough so that her tongue could lick the ring of Carolyn's ass hole. She slowly licked circles around that rosebud, exploring the unfamiliar territory. 

"It tastes a bit like honey - cunt honey," Jeanie laughed, I guess to cover nervousness. This was a whole side of the brash young woman I had never seen before, perhaps the true Jeanie. I was thankful for this revelation, not that I had any clue whether I would ever have sex with Jeanie again. 

My daughter was clearly thrilled at the attention. Her hole was gaping open like a mouth desperate to be kissed, and then hungry to be filled by tongue. Jeanie responded by pushed her tongue in as far as she could, and then thrusting it like a cock fucking an ass. Caro's hips were bouncing up off the bed to meet her friend's efforts. Caro seemed to remember that she owed Jeanie reciprocity, and my daughter's tongue rimmed her friend's ass, not seeming self-conscious at all. 

"That looks so good," I said, watching the two of them grinding into each other and groaning. 

They had taken to sucking each other's ass as enthusiastically as they had sucked my cock. I felt that I could see the excitement was building deep in their cunts. I certainly could hear and smell it.

Jeanie added fingering Caro's clit to the banquet menu, while she was kissing my daughter's ass. She put first one, then two, then three fingers inside Caro's cunt, plunging them deep into the wetness, then withdrawing. The middle finger of her other hand was toying with Caro's anus. I watched my daughter being fucked in both holes by fingers and tongue. Jeanie spread her legs wider. Caro understood the message and soon her fingers were copying the other young woman's actions. My cock was telling me that it was ready for more.

The two cheerleaders were covered in sweat. They worked on each other with an intensity that I had never experienced before. 

"I want you to come and I want to come." Jeanie said as she paused to breathe.

They soon reached the point of no return, fucking each other as hard as they could. If anybody has ever claimed to you that two women can not fuck each other, or that they would need toys, I can bear witness that my daughter and her friend were straight on fucking. 

Fingers in each other's holes, they were simultaneously sucking each other's asses. I think it was Caro who started to quiver first as her first orgasm swept through, but Jeanie was not far behind. She began to groan like some beast in heat, pushing her ass harder against Caro's face. 

"I'm commmminnng" she yelled. I sure hoped the neighbours weren't home.

Her body shook and then, suddenly, she collapsed right on top of Carolyn. 

"Fuck. That was amazing," Jeanie said after a moment "I've never had such an intense orgasm, ever."

We all just lay there, trying to catch our breath. Caro's hand brushed against mine and our fingers intertwined, silently reaffirming our mutual love. Then Jeanie rolled over and kissed me. All three of us began laughing, releasing any hint of after sex tension. 

My brain slowly caught up, the little voice wondering whether we might be done for the day, and Carolyn's ass might remain virgin, at least for a while longer. 

"Are you totalled, Daddy?" she asked.

Her free hands fondled my half hard cock as if wanting to find out for herself. I felt blood surging toward my groin in response. Our eyes locked. Her lips spread into a grin. 

"Oh, goodie - I get my turn."

Carolyn released me and bounced on the bed, clapping her hands girlishly. Jeanie chuckled, then joined in. After a half minute or so, though, she shifted positions and I watched how easily she herded my daughter into the middle of the mattress, and then eased her onto all fours. There was a good sized space between Caro's rear and the headboard.

With unbridled passion, Jeanie started licking Carolyn's ass hole. My daughter groaned with pleasure, pushing her ass back against the young woman's tongue, her ass relaxing enough to open up and let that tongue enter.

"I wish I had a cock so that I could fuck you," Jeanie stage whispered. "Not just for my fun, but to please you better, to feel you come around my throbbing meat."

Then she giggled and added, "But until I bring over a strap on, Daddy's will just have to do."

All the while, she fucked Caro's ass with her tongue, until my daughter's opening was dripping wet from a combination of pussy juice and saliva. Jeanie backed away from licking her ass and stuck a finger in where her tongue had been. 

"Now, Daddy," Jeanie followed my eyes. "Climb over there behind your daughter and fuck her ass so that I can lick it out of her."

It just seemed natural to obey Jeanie. In fact, it gave me a twinge of excitement. I quickly discovered that my daughter was still very excited as well, wetness dripping from her cunt, running down her thighs. 

Jeanie swiftly reached over between Caro's legs and scooped some of that wetness up, casually applying it like lotion around the anal ring, and then her fingers spread Caro's sphincter, pushing inside to lubricate her thoroughly for me, as naturally as if she was applying suntan lotion to a friend's back. As she did that, her other hand fisted my hardness, her eyes searching for mine, her lips curving into a grin.

"You look tasty enough to eat, but I better put you into Caro's ass first."

Despite saying this, Jeanie bent lower and gave the dripping tip of my mushroom a swift lick, and then swivelled her head and tongued all around Caro's rosebud, teasing it with the tip of that organ. As she did this, Jeanie's arm guided me closer, lining me up to take my daughter's final cherry. 

Caro stayed silent, except for her panting. Her hips were starting to rock, reaching back in anticipation of my thrusting into her bowel. It only took a second or two for Jeanie to complete the connection, but for me, it unfolded in super slow motion, like a movie advancing one frame at a time. 

Jeanie again displayed the balletic cheerleader moves, sliding around and underneath Carolyn while simultaneously inserting me half way into Caro's anal opening. This seemed like a perfect first taste, not lingering right inside the gap, where Carolyn might fret about further penetration, but not burying me abruptly to the hilt and causing panic if Caro felt too full. 

"More!!" Caro grunted, pushing back toward my groin. Her ass hole seemed to be trying to swallow my cock.

"More!!" she commanded. I obeyed. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh" my daughter screamed.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare stop. Keeping on fucking me ."

It was at that moment that her ass opened up and my whole cock slid in. I was fucking my daughter's virgin ass hole. I could feel the pressure of her sphincter grasping at the base of my cock as her abs worked her bowel around the rest of my tool. I felt like I was poking all the way up into her throat from behind.

I leaned over, intending to cup my daughter's dangling boobs and use them as handles, but found that Jeanie was already there, playing with Caro's nipples, pinching and squeezing until my daughter squealed with joy. The writhing that resulted also completed our connection, sinking my shaft deep into her well. 

"I feel so good," Caro sighed. 

Jeanie was turned in a sixty-nine position, so Caro lowered her head. 

"I want you to share how good I feel," she said just before parting Jeanie's labia with her tongue.

Beneath me, I felt Jeanie's tongue at work, lapping from Carolyn's clit to my balls, and then back again.

Caro lifted her head to speak to me briefly.

"Just hold your body there," Caro instructed, before lowering her head again. I did. She began rocking slowly back and forth. Both girls were moaning loudly.

"It's fucking unbelievable." Caro screamed, throwing her hair about wildly, sweat spraying the room. "I've never felt anything like it. I'm going to come. I'm going to come."

Her body started to shake. 

"Yes, Yes, Yes," she began shouting. I felt her ass pulsating, gripping my cock in a fierce grip. It did not fully register at the time, but afterwards, I realized that as my daughter climaxed, Jeanie snaked a finger up and primed my prostate so that my load rushed forward and flooded Carolyn's bowel. 

Then that anal grip relaxed. 

Very slowly, Caro eased forward, allowing my cock to pop free of her ass. A chunky flow of great gobs of goo fell into Jeanie's waiting mouth. Within seconds, Caro's anus closed back up to a swollen pucker. She rolled to the side of the bed where I had earlier watched her sharing sex with Jeanie. Her body was still shaking.

"Are you ok?" I asked

"I'm still having orgasms." 

Jeanie took that as her cue and rolled onto her side, all the better to aim her tongue at Caro's labia, but grasped that athletic butt, shifting my daughter so that the more experienced adventuress could make good on her promise to clean all my goo out of that ass.

Caro wriggled and giggled with ecstasy, her eyes shut. When she opened them, she was looking at me watching the Sapphic display.

"Climb over here and I'll lick you clean, Daddy, you're all gooey," she grinned. 

A few weeks before, she had been shy and hesitant about sex. Now she was offering to lave my meat, even though it dripped not only with my seed, but slimy cunt and ass offerings. It was an offer I could not resist without being impolite and potentially ruining her progress. 

I reached an arm around her shoulders, steadying her as she swallowed my shrinking cock, slowly bathing it with a corkscrewing tongue action, before backing her head off so she could carefully clean me like she was compressing an ice cream cone. 

"Girls, I can't remember the last time I had this much fun," I said. "But I'm exhausted"

I collapsed onto the pillows, my cock flopping free until Caro rolled between my legs to finish her cleaning. I saw Jeanie crouched behind her, face deep into Caro's ass, searching for remnants. 

I drifted off to sleep with Caro still cleaning the tip of my cock, but I think I heard her say, "It'll be even better next month, when we can add Dulcie to the bouncing on the bed fun."