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The Price of Lust

By: MDF251



"What's going with Julie these days?"

"Going on? What are you talking about Matt?"

"Our daughter, Julie? Ring a bell, Doreen?" I replied back sarcastically.

"You know Matt, some days you can be a real ass. I know who you're talking about. I just don't know what you're talking about." 

I gave the response some time to sink in. Doreen was right. I couldn't pin point why but, something was bothering me and it came out badly, at times. I lit a cigarette and sat back in the kitchen chair, blowing out a ring before going on.

"You're right - sorry. I'm worried is all. I mean the way she's dressing lately, the make-up and the small, tight, clothes. I hate to say it but, she's dressing and acting like a little bimbo, Doreen. What's going on?"

"God Matt, if I didn't know better I'd say you were jealous! Old age getting to you dear?" Doreen quipped, as she turned to look at me and went on,

"She's growing up Matt, or haven't you noticed?"

"Noticed – who hasn't! I mean, Christ Doreen, she runs around with her ass and tits hanging out everywhere she goes!"

"Matt Benson, shame on you! Do you hear yourself? It's just a phase Matt...she'll grow out of it. Haven't you noticed her friends? My God, they all dress alike and call it being a rebel!"

I grumbled under my breath, taking an arm over arm crossed position on my chest. Doreen gave me a weak smile and turned back around to finish what she was doing. I was going to respond but, Doreen beat me to the punch.

"I don't want you saying anything to her either Matt. Just let this thing go and you'll see - it'll be fine. You start harping on her and she really will rebel. Find something to do while you have this time off, start a project or something. I'm sorry I have to work but, I can't afford to take time off after just starting...okay honey?"

"Yeah, yeah sure, I guess you're right - again." 

I didn't really believe what I said and, I suppose, I somehow transmitted the feeling to Doreen. She turned, giving me final "warning" type of look and shook her head. I shrugged and made a mental note to talk with her later about how she always seemed to know those kinds of things. I finished my cigarette and ambled out to the back yard, taking Doreen's advice, looking for some yard project to start.

An hour, or so, later Doreen hollered out the patio door she was leaving for work.

"Alright babe, see you tonight, have a good day okay?" I yelled back and waved to her.

By eleven the sun was blazing and I stopped the gardening. Sweat poured out me in buckets and I was thirsty. A cold beer sounded like just the ticket. 'A little early' I thought but, grinned knowing it was "Five O' Clock" somewhere, as the song went.

Moments later I was reclining in the lounge chair, tipping a cold one and thinking about the conversation with Doreen. The garden was starting to look good, which made me happy. This thing with Julie didn't. It was still nagging on me, as I finished the beer and closed my eyes. 'A little nap is all I need' I mumbled and drifted off.

Daddy...DADDY! Wake up. Becky and I want to go to the gym. Can I use the car?"

Julie's voice came from far away and then suddenly I popped open my eyes, regretting it. They immediately watered and I quickly raised my arm, shielding my eyes from the bright day.

"Humph...huh? What, what Julie?" I muttered, trying to fully wake.

"The gym daddy...Becky and I. Can I use the car?" Her voice, and question, started sounding clearer to me.  

My daughter's diminutive frame towered over me. When my eyes finally accepted the bright sunlit afternoon, I was focused in on her crotch. Julie was athletically built. Her strong muscular legs protruded from the tight workout short, like twin pillars of bronze. What bothered me the most were the twin mounds, plainly visible, and high lighted by the shorts extremely tight fit. The seam of her shorts split her pussy in half and appeared almost painted on.

I swallowed hard and started to sit up, ready to stop a public appearance in the shorts when she asked,

"Daddy my butt isn't too big is it?" as she whirled and bent over in front of my face.

Quickly I dropped back down, mouth gaping, looking at my daughter's tight little ass. I was speechless, staring at her muscular rear end and the way her inner thighs framed her tightly wrapped pussy.

"Jesus Julie! No – no you don't have a big butt! Who said that?" I finally managed to croak out, as she persistently wiggled her bottom for inspection.

"Margo. She a pain. She told me I had a big butt and laughed at me." Julie commented, as she straightened up and turned back around to go on.

"Good! I knew you wouldn't lie to me and I don't want to get like mom!" Julie added in, as I started to sit up.

"What? Hey now wait a min..." 

"The keys daddy? Where are they?" Julie quickly asked, not letting me finish the protest.

"Keys? Oh yeah, there on the kitchen counter. Julie are you going to the gym dressed like that?"

"Of course silly. It is a WORKOUT outfit isn't it?"

I couldn't answer. I felt a swelling where I shouldn't and sat, fully, upright to hide the fact. My head was now eye level with my daughter's perky tits. Tits that were covered by a thin material I didn't recognize. Her up-turned nipples stood out proudly against the material, erect for whatever reason, and I closed my eyes, trying to clear the vision away. 

"Julie I really think..."

"Bye daddy and thanks, be back in a couple of hours!" 

In one five minute conversation my daughter had shaken me to the core, giving me an erection to boot. 'Jesus what was that?' I thought, trying to will the erection away. I reached for my cigarette package with shaking fingers, wondering if I should bring this up to Doreen and quickly dismissed the idea. I'd find some other way to die quickly.

'Jesus I hope there's another beer in the fridge.' The thought flashed through my head, as I lit a cigarette. I walked off slowly towards the house, shaking my head. Julie and friend Becky were standing at the front door, preparing to leave when I walked into the kitchen and saw them.  

"Thanks again dad!" Julie called out and waved to me.

Her friend Becky tarried a bit, before closing the door. Dressed like Julie, at least in the skin tightness of her clothing, Becky turned and gave me a coy little smile and expressed her thanks too. She added a kiss, blown from her finger tips, and a wink before sauntering out the door.

The vision lasted for several minutes. A bright orange thong strap ran up through the crack of her ass and Becky's bosom was barely contained in the top half of her suit. Slowly, I eased into a kitchen chair, still staring at the front door. After a time I couldn't decide if I was staring, hoping they would walk back in; or staring because I was in shock.

I finally cleared my head, taking in a long shuddering breathe, and sipped on the beer I'd opened. I had to do something. Doreen's admonishment ran through my mind but, she didn't understand. There was no way she could, I decided. For the next hour I strained to come up with an idea. I gave up when all I managed to do was develop a headache. My half full beer was warm and I was disgusted, not only with myself but, I wasn't all that happy with Julie and Becky for that matter. They were living on the edge.

Tossing the beer, I returned to the backyard to finish what I'd started - nothing like a little work to clear the mind. I had an at least an hour to go before the girls would return and knew from experience that being on time wasn't a real concern for Julie. Nearly two hours later, I eased into the warm, bath tub, water and closed the doors. The only light in the room was from the skylight and I welcomed the quiet solitude. Thoughts of a new project came to me just as Julie and Becky burst into the room, snapping on the light.

"God that Allen is so full of himself! Did you see him leering at me?" Julie remarked, as the bathroom door slammed against the wall and I jumped.

"Well yeah! Did you see Mark helping me on the weight bench? He was getting a boner looking down my top!" Becky replied, trying top Julie and then giggled. The door clicked shut shortly after.

"Beck! God you're such a little slut!"

I couldn't believe my ears and fought the urge to call out. My heart rate slowed, as I sat there, barely breathing. I wondered what else they would reveal.

"Says you! And just what were you doing on the stretch machine? Seems like you were enjoying Adam's close attention then – right Julie? I saw you so don't deny it girlfriend. You're just as big a slut as I am!" 

"Fuck off Beck." 

With a sudden whoosh, the toilet flushed and as the sound died down I heard a second rush of piss hitting the bowl water. I breathed in, making it long and slow and started to feel very guilty for listening. Expelling the breath, I heard the last "tinkles" hit the water and another flush followed.

"Fine, I will but, you tell me what that little act outside was before we left? I mean, just how close did you need to be to ask your dad for keys? And that little ass display? What was that Julie?" I heard Becky remark in a sneering tone, followed by a snapping sound.

I cringed when Julie replied back, berating Becky for accusing her of cock teasing. 'My God these two are off the charts!' I thought desperately trying to control my breathing.  Julie's anger seemed obvious, as she went on, and I jumped for the second time when I heard a loud slap on the counter.

"You're fucking nuts Becky! I am NOT cock teasing my dad, you bitch! And just what was that little act by you? Blowing him a kiss! Jesus could you be any more obvious?"

There was a brief silence and then the giggles started in. I couldn't believe my ears! I sat nude in a bath tub listening to two eighteen year girls discussing erections, being sluts, cock teasing and more than a little of it being directed towards me! I covered my face and nearly groaned out. How, or why, I didn't groan out escaped me, for the moment. I eased back listening as I the girls prepared to leave the room.

"Oh my God Beck, he was getting a "stiffy" – didn't I tell you?"

"What? Who was?"

"My dad! He was looking right at my..."

"Your twat slut, I know, I was watching! He got a boner?"

"God yeah!" Julie replied back and giggled, just as the lights went out.

"Wow! Hey Julie do you think he'd get a boner if..." 

They were out of range and I cursed silently. I wanted to know just what Becky had said. Moreover, I needed to know if she was planning anything. I was nearing desperation when I got out of the tub and quickly dried off. If Julie's little slut friend was planning to entrap me, I needed to know! The full reasoning never really dawned on me. That is, until much later.

Sneaking across the hall, like a rabbit avoiding the fox, I jetted into my room and got dressed. I prayed they were still in the house. It was a prayer of folly. I cursed silently, knowing if I didn't keep my wits about me I'd be divorced and most likely in jail. My search came to an end, with an uncomfortable tightness in my jeans. My excitement scared me to the point I actually looked around, afraid someone was still in the house watching my crazy antics. 'Why are you even considering something so bizarre?' I questioned myself, shaking my head. "Jesus man, get a grip!'

The final thought ended, just as the phone rang. I jumped straight up in the air, my heart pounding, and cried out. The third ring found my hand poised at the wall phone, while I allowed my racing heart to, once again, calm down.

"Benson residence."

"Oh – hi honey! Nah, finished up a while ago. How's your day?"

"Really? No kidding, wow. A double huh? So when..."

Doreen cut me off and explained the reasoning behind her double shift and when she would be home. She sounded tired already but, I knew from experience she'd get a second wind and make it through her second shift.

"No, Julie went out with Becky. Huh? Not sure really. Yeah, no problem I'll let her know."

I replaced the receiver on the wall and stood there hanging on to the phone, thinking. A second call came in, causing me to jerk my hand away as if I just touched something hot. Following a brief stare, at the phone, I picked it up.

"Yeah Doreen, what'd you forget?"

It wasn't Doreen. Becky was on the other end, giggling softly over my mistake. I waited, feeling embarrassed for some reason, as Becky explained her call. In a soft, little girl, voice she explained where she and Julie were and assured me they'd be back around 9 or so.

"I see, and why didn't Julie call?"

There was a bit of hesitation before Becky purred out that Julie was using the bathroom.

"Oh - I guess I'll see you two later. Tell Julie that her mother wants her to start the laundry. Yes Becky, tell her tonight. Thank you."

A lump had grown in my jeans during our phone conversation. Becky's voice did something to me; or was it anticipation over the unknown, I couldn't be sure. Either way, I felt on dangerous ground. I checked the clock and seeing I had at least an hour and a half, I went into the living room. 'Perhaps TV will take my mind off this thing.' I thought, plopping into my chair.

I couldn't have more wrong. Scanning rapidly for something to watch, I ran across the sex channels. Doreen and I enjoyed them, as late night entertainment and preludes to our dwindling sex romps. 

The surfing slowed, as I worked my way through the titles. It was kismet, I guessed. Since over hearing the conversation, everything seemed to point towards young women and sex.

The last channel was airing "Neighborhood Girls", one mans exciting adventure with neighborhood teenage daughters. I groaned out with my finger held above the selector button, quivering, as the intro finished. Following a minor fade in, a young, well built, girl jiggled and bounced her breasts as she waved to her neighbor. The lucky SOB I imagined. 

Time passed quickly, without my noticing, as I sat near drooling over the man's adventures. When I heard Becky's lusty little voice behind me, I was hard as hell and staring intently at the screen, watching the "neighbor" banging his latest conquest, from behind. 

"Ooooh wow, Neighborhood Girls! I loved that movie, wait till you see what he does to the next one!" Becky purred out, standing directly behind me.

Sooo, it went like this... I screamed out in surprise and tossed the remote. The remote hit a lamp, which promptly tipped and broke on the floor. Becky screamed over my screaming and I screamed out again, jumping up and whirling around. Becky jumped away, feeling I was going to attack her, or something, and tripped. She clutched at thin air as she fell backward and finally managed to grab an end table, taking it with her on the journey to the floor. She landed hard on her ass and sent the table flying, breaking another lamp.

"JESUS, HOLY MOTHER OF GOD BECKY! WHAT...what are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me! For God's sake are you alright?" I yelled out, as calm wasn't in the equation.

Becky looked shocked, embarrassed even, and righteously she should. She eased up on her elbows, shaking her head. It had all happened so fast that neither of us realized Becky's landing had shifted her short skirt up. With splayed legs, slightly raised off the floor in knock knee fashion, Becky lied in front of me with her crotch exposed. The vision did nothing to ease my condition.

Her shocked look faded away but, her eyes remained wide, as she stared up at me. Well, not at me - exactly. The excitement had died away and that's when it dawned on me, as I stood staring at Becky's crotch, that her eyes were focused on the large bulge in my pants. It was too late and embarrassment began to register across my face.

Becky's lips curled into a little girl smile, as she followed me with her eyes, never veering from what held her attention. Even as I reached for the arm she only absently held out, she kept her focus on my bulge. 

"Becky? Becky, what are you doing here? Hello, are you with me? Are you okay?" I asked, beginning to be concerned.

"What? Oh, yeah – yeah I'm fine. That was wild huh?" She replied, as I eased her up from the floor.

"And?" I asked as she tried to compose herself and for the first time realized her skirt was folded up, exposing a great deal. 

I was wondering if she even heard me, when she finally looked up, batting her eyes and giving me a coy little smile.

"Guess you liked the movie too." She remarked and looked down, refocusing on my crotch.

"Young lady I asked you a question. What are you doing here?"

"Oh yeah – that. The laundry. Julie asked if I would come over and start it for her. She's almost finished with her school project. She said you wouldn't mind." Her words came out softly and almost apologetic.

I rolled my eyes over my daughter's audacity but, the anger was draining from me and the shock. Becky started to giggle and I couldn't help but join her.

"So you're not mad then?" She finally asked as our laughter died down.

"I guess not but, you can't do things like that! You know where the laundry room is, I've got a mess to straighten up. Julie's coming soon right?"

Becky stood with her arms behind her, trying her best to push her breasts out farther than they were, as she turned gently side to side listening to me. With green eyes sparkling, Becky's pert lips curled up into a smile, melting any resolve I may have had. I knew then wanted to unveil her. 

I wanted to remove the middie top and squeeze her young full melons. I desperately wanted to slide my hands under her short skirt and pull her thong down to gaze on her fresh, sweet pussy. 

I wanted to know if she was wet; what her clit looked like; was it hard – protruding ready to be tasted and lusted after. I grew harder, as if that was possible, standing there with sex filled thoughts in my mind. I started to laugh again, a nervous and giddy sort of laugh. 

I felt the heat growing on my face, as Becky continued to stare into my eyes. Suddenly, I realized the movie was still playing. I jerked, snapping my head around, and caught the action on the screen. I left Becky standing there as I frantically searched for the flying remote.

"Oh hey, you don't have to turn it off on my account! I love this next girl! She's a real anal slut!"

I froze in mid-search and slowly turned around to stare at Becky, not believing what I'd just heard. Becky misunderstood, apparently, and raised her hand turning the back of it towards her mouth, as she whispered,

"That means she likes it in the butt." and gave me wink, before she walked off.

The wetness grew in my jeans watching her walk away and I swallowed hard. 'Jesus an eighteen year old just gave me a sexual anatomy lesson!' I thought as I renewed my search, for the remote. She was right about the girl in the movie, however. When I finally located the remote and pointed it, the movie neighbor girl was bent over with the lucky SOB's prick just going into her ass. I sat down and watched.

The movie ended with the usual – a showing of male ejaculate. The bastard in the movie was standing behind the girl slapping his prick on the girl's ass, shaking the last of his cum on her, when I heard Becky holler out. I got up, stiffly, and walked towards the laundry room on shaky legs. 'No ones that fucking lucky.' I thought but, smiled recalling the conversation earlier today.

Becky called out once more before I arrived. Asking what I could do for her, I rounded the door corner and damn near had a heart attack! Becky had her back to me stretching for all she was worth, trying to reach the additional box of soap on the top shelf. 

That in it's self was nothing. My reaction was to Becky's naked body, except for the thong displayed earlier. All I knew for sure was that her creamy white ass was quivering, even though the muscles were scrunched taunt and small dimple pockets had formed on either side of her crack. Her large breasts were bare and swaying side to side, offering me brief glimpses.


The Price of Lust Ch. 02



"Jesus Julie, don't -- don't make me..."

"What daddy? Touch me? You want to, I know you do! What's so hard -- just come over here and wash my back."

'Blackmailed! My daughter is blackmailing me.' The thought flashed through my mind, as I desperately tried to think of way not to go through with what she wanted. My hesitation didn't go unnoticed either. My delaying started to work against me, as somehow Julie knew something I didn't. She seemed to know what the effect of staring at her nude body would be. I wanted to touch her. She was right. God help me she was so right.

"Daddy I'm waiting." She purred out, turning her head to look at me.

Swallowing hard, I took a tentative step towards the open shower door and for the first time realized I was rock hard. I couldn't believe it! My pants bulged with the tell tale sign of an erection -- a third erection! Julie watched my slow approach and held out a bar of soap, smiling.

"Wash cloth? Where's the wash cloth." I mumbled, looking down, trying to avoid the nudity before me, as I reached to take the soap from her.

"Wash cloth? I never use one silly -- bad for the skin. Just use your hands." She replied and turned to place her outstretched hands against the side wall of the shower. I trembled watching Julie arch her back slightly, jutting her tight, young, ass in my direction. "I'm ready - you can start now."

I raised my shaking hands and placed the soap bar against her skin, high between her shoulder blades and began to make small circular motions. Julie moaned softly. My entire body started to shake, almost uncontrollably, as I lathered her skin. I was staring, mesmerized, by the soapy bubble trail sliding slowly down her back. Without realizing it, my hands had enlarged the circles I started to make. Her shoulders were covered in a shimmering layer of soap, when my hands dropped slightly soaping her armpits. 

"Umm daddy, that feels wonderful, I should have asked you to do this a long time ago." 

Her voice was soft, lusty in its tone, and she ended her comment with a heavy sigh of contentment. I closed my eyes, afraid of looking at my daughter's nudity but, continued washing her. It was the wrong thing to do. What I couldn't see, my hands and fingers explained to me in an incredibly sensitive and sensual way. Rotating one last time, my fingers slid through her delicate armpits and made contact with the side of her firm breasts and she gasped out. Clamping my eyes closed, tighter, I stopped my hands, trembling with fear she would start screaming. 

"Oh don't stop, please daddy - it feels good!" her soft words coming to me as she turned slightly, moving her left breast into my hand. 

There was no friction, just the easy sliding of her firm, full, breast across my soapy palm. When her hardened nipple rested against my palm she slowly rotated it and then withdrew the breast, to turn in the opposite direction. Julie finished her right nipple massage and centered herself, waiting.

Emboldened by her actions, I began washing again. My hands slid up and cupped her 34C sized tits and gently squeezed them, before I continued on. I washed her breasts, slowly and sensually, exploring her hard nipples with my fingers and palms. My trembling eased, as the sweet sound of her soft moaning expressed just how much she enjoyed my touch. 

I pressed my soapy fingers tightly against her skin and moved my hands back around and down her sides. My kept my eyes closed, reveling over the feeling of her soapy flesh, dropping my fingers to her hips. With wide spread hands, I pressed in slightly harder, dragging my thumbs up and through her ass crack and kneaded her butt muscles as I went higher. 

"Daddy! I think you're starting to like this!" Julie teased and quickly straightened up, breaking our skin contact. My eyes popped open immediately.

Julie giggled softly, as she turned and leaned against the shower wall, exposing her feminine attributes. I must have looked positively ridiculous, standing in front of her with an erection and out stretched hands massaging thin air. Dropping my hands, I tried to swallow and found my throat dry. Julie grinned and placed one finger in her mouth, sucking on it. Her movements were slow and provocative, making sure I understood her exact meaning.

She ended her little game with a rapid flurry of in and out movements with her finger, between her lips, and a wink. My look had to have communicated nothing, if not, pure lust. But, Julie was done with me -- for now. 

"Daddy, you were very good tonight. But, I think Doreen will be home soon. Wouldn't want her to get jealous, now would we? Oh and don't forget the car daddy. Red -- remember?" 

Julie's comment shattered the moment and my fear abruptly returned. The mere thought of what Julie had suggested turned my blood cold and I turned away, quickly, to leave. As my hand grabbed the bathroom door knob, Julie called out to me. "Daddy there is just one last, little, thing."

I cringed, afraid of what she'd ask for now and turned to look at her. The tension in my face muscles told me my look must be one of complete adult terror. Julie started to laugh softly at me, enjoying the look she saw.

"Oh daddy please -- do I frighten you that bad?" Julie watched as I shook my head no, although I was sure she knew I felt just the opposite.

"Well anyway, I just wanted to tell you that Becky is coming over tomorrow...Oh, and she said your penis was beautiful! I can't wait to touch it. You'd liked that wouldn't you?"

I felt my face twitch, just before my jaw dropped and I stopped breathing. Without comment, I backed through the door and closed it, before finally taking a deep shuddering breath. 

Moments later, I slammed down the first hi-ball of Jim Beam, in the kitchen. With shaking hands, I managed to light a cigarette before making a second drink. I was setting at the table, nervously awaiting Doreen's arrival.

"Matt -- you're still up? Wow, I didn't expect that, how nice. Hey - make me a drink would you, I'm exhausted." 

"Hi, rough one huh?" I replied and quickly got up, avoiding any immediate eye contact.

My back was turned and Doreen went on talking as she sat down to remove her shoes. "God yes, it was rough. I'm not as young as I used to be. Hey, did Julie get the laundry done?"

"What? The laundry? Yeah - yeah she did. It's all done."

"Good. Is there anything wrong Matt? You seem out of it or something." Doreen asked, not really paying any attention to me.

"No, nothing at all." I replied as I walked up, setting her drink on the table. Apparently I didn't sound all that convincing.

"God Matt you aren't stewing over Julie still - are you? I mean, we talked about it earlier. Please tell me you didn't get into it with her!"

"Ah Christ Doreen, no I didn't. She left with Becky and they were gone all day. In fact, Julie didn't get back from Becky's until early evening. So no, I didn't get into it with her. Okay?" My response was a bit heavy but, I wanted to lay this thing to rest once and for all. There was that other thing bugging me, however.

Doreen went on to discuss her, long, day and announced that she may have to work another double. Chances were slim but, she wasn't sure. I sat listening nodding my head, here and there, as visions of Becky's nude body lying on the kitchen table came to mind.

Doreen's words faded, as my thoughts turned deeper. Even my eyes glazed over, for a brief period. Doreen brought me back quickly and I jumped in my seat.

"Matt? Matt are you even listening to me? Jesus Matt..." Her tone was sarcastic and voiced loudly, snapping my dream state.

"Yeah, of course...You might have to work a double. I heard you okay. I've got things to do anyway. Want anything special for supper tomorrow? I mean if you don't work the double shift." I replied, recuperating quickly. I added a little grin, trying to ease the tension.

"I can't think right now, I'm going to bed...You coming?" Doreen's response was curt and capped off by her downing the hi-ball I had fixed for her.

"Already did, I mean, yeah I'm ready...I'm pooped, let's go." The slip didn't go entirely unnoticed but, Doreen got up and walked off anyway, shaking her head. 

"If I didn't know you better Matt I'd think you were on drugs." Her comment faded as she walked off and was I thankful she wasn't still looking at me. 

Small beads of sweat had broken out at my temples. The remainder of my drink went down hard, as I sat staring at dried cum on the kitchen table. I had missed a spot and, for me at least, it was a glaring neon sign pointing to the site of my elicit tryst with Becky. Before retiring, I wiped the table again and again -- determined to take the finish off if I had to. It was a rough night.

Mercifully the morning came, ending a fitful nights rest. I felt like shit but, instinctively knew that after coffee, breakfast and a little time I'd snap out of the funk I was in. Doreen had, apparently, forgotten our brief conversation the night before. With a cheery "Good Morning", she went about getting herself ready for another shift. 

"Yeah, morning. You seem chipper today." I mumbled, stumbling my way towards the coffee pot. Grabbing a cigarette, I poured my first cup, listening to Doreen ramble on.

"I didn't tell you last night. I made over $200 in tips! The double was rough but, with so many out sick or on vacation, I made a killing. God, I hope today goes the same way! I'm top waitress now, any shift I want is mine and the owner just loves me for helping out so much."

It was tough wrapping my thinking around Doreen's obvious jubilance over waiting tables. I mean I was happy for her and all but, it was just too early to celebrate tips! I acknowledged her accomplishment and even managed a wane smile, as I force fed my self the coffee. Doreen smiled back, commenting, 

"You look pretty rough this morning. Didn't sleep too well, I take it?" as she walked off, ignoring anything I might have had to say.

"You want breakfast?" I yelled out after her.

"No, gotta hit the mall before I start my shift!" 

I lit another cigarette and poured a second cup of coffee. 'Fuck it. Toast will work for now.' I thought to myself and exhaled a small cloud of smoke. When I turned for the table Julie was standing in the doorway. Her hair was rumpled and she yawned mightily, as she stood scratching her backside.

"Morning daddy -- sleep well?"

"Oh yeah, like a log." I commented sarcastically, which went entirely over Julie's head.

"Umm me too. Anything for breakfast?"

"Nope, your mother's leaving and I've got work to do. Guess you're on your own kiddo." I replied, noticing the, all too, little girl look of my daughter and shuddered. 

My fingers maintained the memory of her soft, supple skin from the night before. I averted my eyes from her, looking down into my coffee cup and saw the small, circular, waves start up -- my hands were shaking. 

With a reply, masked by another yawn, Julie informed me it was okay. She wasn't really all that hungry. Keeping my eyes fixed on the cup and taking another drag from my cigarette, I heard her light footsteps carrying her away. 

'Jesus what am I going to do? Maybe I should tell Doreen about Becky. Just tell her I got sucked in and -- and what?' My mind raced with thought after thought. Each one ended in a similar result. My thinking was clouded and skewed that morning but, not so much as to believe any confession wouldn't end up in a divorce.

My coffee cup went into the sink and I went to dress. Working outside seemed the safest and sanest thing at that point. Thankfully Julie and Doreen were busy and I found myself outside in the garden, minutes later, renewing my efforts from the day before. I heard their calls, each in turn telling me they were leaving. 

I gave Doreen a raised hand wave, without turning around from my work. Julie's voice made me turn. I was curious and happily found her dressed conservatively, at least for her anyway. With a wave and a small smile I watched her turn to leave. I was sweating again and not all that sure the day had grown sufficiently hot enough for the amount that cascaded down my temples.

Once again, as the noon day hour approached I found myself wanting a beer. By the time I made the kitchen it was a definite need. Done with my work and only time on my hands, I leaned against the counter, downing the first beer in seconds. A large belch followed and a deep sigh. I felt better and the house was quiet -- thank God! A return to the refrigerator found one remaining beer and I knew that today that wouldn't do.

Thirty minutes later, after a quick shower, I was motoring down the street headed for Arnie's Beer & Spirits, feeling comfortable and at ease. Had I known, Oh God had I known, I'd have kept driving and never returned. I chatted with Arnie for a while, feeling no immediate need to return to the house. Before we'd finished, he talked me into an excellent bottle of Chianti. I was set for the afternoon and for the up-coming evening with Doreen. With a light spirit, I returned home completely forgetting what Julie had told me the night before.

My first indication of trouble hit me between the eyes, as I walked into the kitchen. My body tensed and the facial twitch returned, as I caught Becky's graceful stride out the patio doors. Her young body glistened with suntan oil but, that's not what made me stutter step, nearly tripping over my own two feet. She was nude, except for a skimpy thong strap running up between her firm ass cheeks and around her waist. 

Music played on the patio and Becky didn't hear my arrival. She continued walking, making a slight right hand turn and laughing at whatever was said. Her generous breasts swayed and rolled making my eyes feel like marbles coming to rest in a bowel, as I watched their movements. 'Sweet mother of God.' I managed to sigh out, before my breath was gone.

My feet turned to lead, as I tried to retreat from the kitchen and catch my breath. I still held the bags from the liquor store and set them down, heavily, on a wall table, knocking over picture frames. I started to turn giddy, looking at the destroyed picture frames, lying on the floor. The lamps from the night before came to mind and then curiously I thought about Doreen's walking in and not noticing any of the damage. My breathing finally returned, an incredibly deep intake, sounding loud and out of place, as I dropped onto the couch.

"Daddy? What's going..."

"Julie! Oh God perfect. Julie, nothing I just dropped the bags!" I replied in an insane sort of tone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry after hearing her voice.

Like Becky, Julie stood in the doorway wearing only the bottom half of a thong swimming suit. I had nothing left to say. But, my mind was talking! Oh yeah, my mind was in over time as I stared at her hard nipples covered in oil. My face contorted, giving Julie a stupid kind of grin, as I dropped my eyes. 

My daughter's young slit was barely covered! Even closing my eyes couldn't erase the image burned into them. A pattern of crisscrossing small strings ran across her lower abdomen. They're design created an open pocket, directly, over her bulging mound and met at a small triangular patch. The patch fit tightly against her labia creating two short, rounded, bulge lines before disappearing between her legs.

I started shaking again, swinging my head side to side, as I silently cried out in my mind, 'No! No...For God sakes NO!' The final no had just registered in my head when I heard Becky's voice.

"Mr. Benson - you're here! Julie and I were just talking about you!"

I snapped my eyes open just as Becky walked up behind Julie, sliding one very well oiled breast along Julie's back, making it pop out and wiggle. I slapped my hand to my mouth, afraid of what might come out and sat there staring, wide eyed.

"You're funny Mr. Benson! Don't just sit there come on out, we're sun bathing! You can join us." Becky replied and laughed softly.

"Yeah daddy, come on. We'll have a little party...Ooo look at this Beck, he's got beer and wine!" Julie chimed in, as she caught sight of the tipped over bags.

I still hadn't seen the front of Becky's "suit" and didn't want to. The sensory overload would have sent me off the edge. I was speechless, unable to protest as Julie walked up and grabbed the bags, leaving Becky in full view. Becky's slightly fuller hips carried her thong strings high, leaving them to plunge towards her crotch. The vision from the night before came to mind, as I stared at the thong material crunched into her delicate pussy lips. I clamped my eyes tightly closed and groaned. 

Hearing their laughter fade away, I finally opened my eyes knowing they had left the room. My cock hurt, being fully erect and I swore to myself, getting up. I caught yet another mess to clean up and adjusted my penis, easing the bent pressure I felt. Slowly, deliberately I cleaned up the shattered glass, hoping my "condition" would diminish. It didn't.

My actions were mechanical, no need to think which was good, as my mind replayed the visions of the girls. By the time I gingerly stepped through the patio doors, Becky and Julie were already sipping on wine. The bottle of Chianti sat on the table, with a third glass next to it. I swallowed hard and forced myself to walk towards them. 

A fly passed my face and immediately I viewed the girls as spiders, waiting for me. Their cute smiles did nothing for the thoughts racing through my mind. My cock rested high and hard, looking like I had a double sized Baby Ruth in my shorts pocket.

"Wow, about time! Hey Julie look, he brought a friend with him!" Becky purred out and pointed.

"A friend?" Julie asked and then giggled when she caught sight of what Becky had pointed at.

I pulled back my shoulders and, for the first time, thought it was time to take control -- be an adult and put end to this craziness. I slipped my hands into my shorts pockets in an effort to hide what was already known and felt my resolve fading with every step. As for the girls...their eyes never left the bulge, hand or no hand, and somehow they managed to pour a glass of wine.

Stopping just shy of the table, I cleared my throat and was about to speak when the phone rang. I nearly dropped the offered glass of wine and snapped my head to stare the phone lying on the table. Wine slopped everywhere and I cursed under my breath, removing the hand hiding my erection to grab the phone. The girls laughed. "Hello, Benson residence."

It was Doreen. Trembling, barely able to hold the phone, I listened as Doreen explained yet another double shift. She ended with a promise it would be the last one and I didn't have to wait up for her.

"God honey, I'm sorry. Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, I thought we could..."

Doreen cut me off, telling me she loved me and hung up. It was a good thing, as I had paid no attention to the girls as I talked. Julie reached out and pressed a single finger against my cock bulge and slid it down my full length, making me cry out in surprise.

"Damn - what the hell are you..." and dropped the phone onto the table, jumping back. I raised my hands ready to fend off my daughter and pleaded in a half hearted manner that this had to stop.

"We're just having a little fun daddy, don't get up-set...She's not coming home again huh? Hey Beck what were you saying about his cock?" Julie commented, rising to stand directly in front of me. She made no effort at touching me. Her hands were behind her back, as she gently turned side to side and stared at my bulging shorts. Ignoring my plea, Becky answered Julie, as she gave me a coy little wink.

"Oh yeah -- that. Well Julie I started to tell you how much I liked it and I really think you should see how nice it is!" 

Julie stopped her little girl movements and, with a lusty look, closed the gap between us, freezing me where I stood. Like a statue, I watched Julie's small hands undo my shorts. She gasped softly, when they dropped to the patio crumpling at my feet. I felt the skin tighten even more across my cock head, as it wiggled slightly from the new found freedom.




The Price of Lust Ch. 02



"Oh daddy!" Julie cried out, dropping to her knees. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of my hard penis.

Like a one-eyed Cobra released from its basket, my cock swayed gently in front of Julie's face. The moment was almost hypnotic for me too. I couldn't move. 

"Daddy I had no idea -- it's absolutely gorgeous. It's so big, so thick daddy..." Her words seem to just tumble from her mouth, slow and deliciously. I was quivering with fear, or anticipation, or -- God I didn't have any idea why, as Julie reached to close her fingers around the top of my shaft.

"Was I right Julie? I was huh! Look at his veins...Look at how full and big they are! Oh God Julie when he slides into you you're gonna go crazy!" Becky purred out, getting up to move around me.

Like the night before, I clamped my eyes shut. The mental image of my daughter's fingers holding my cock remained. Immediately, the sensual feeling of unseen touching started up. I felt Julie's fingers softly trail down my thick shaft, tracing the blood vessels. I heard her breathing change, turning heavier. The hot liquid of pre-cum oozed from my hole, running slowly over my cock head, as Julie's second hand joined the first. 

Her gentle finger pressure on my oozing hole was excruciatingly erotic. She played with the thick, slippery goo, and finally massaged it around the head of my cock. Not groaning was impossible. A low guttural sound came up from deep within me, as I heard Becky urging Julie to suck on my cock. My legs shook wildly as I felt Julie's hand pressure drawing my stiff cock downward and Becky's hands slid around my waist to rest on my belly, just above my public hair.

Unable to stand it any longer, I opened my eyes just as Julie's pert, red, lips opened and wrapped around my cock. She moaned loud and long, sliding her lips down my shaft and I joined her, groaning like it was the first blow job I'd ever had. I couldn't take my eyes from her lips and my disappearing cock.

"Oh God Julie -- oh my God, you have no idea..."

"Umm, I bet she does Mr. Benson. Would you like to cum early again? You know like last night? Let's do it Julie -- I'll help! When he gets ready the second time he's a fucking machine -- remember what I told you?" Becky whispered out, pressing her tits tightly against my back. 

Becky's voice turned anxious, urgent even, as she finished her comment. My knees buckled thinking about what was about to happen. Frantically, I grabbed for the patio table, catching myself and Julie pulled off my cock with a surprised look on her face. Her lips were puffy and glistening with saliva, as she grinned at me.

"You'd like that wouldn't you daddy? Your little Julie and Becky making you cum...Maybe you better sit down daddy." Julie softly whispered, as she licked her lips.

I didn't sit -- I dropped rapidly, hitting the patio a little hard and groaned out in pleasure. The girls were on me in a flash. The girls rested on their calves, on either side of me, when they were through removing my shorts and shirt. I lay helpless, unable and unwilling to stop what they so eagerly wanted to do. 

Together they held my cock just above the curve of my stomach and started to lick and flick my cock head with their tongues. I rested my hands on their heads and closed my eyes, once again. Just before the sucking began, I felt the girls turn their heads and kiss each other. I started moaning and never stopped. 

They took turns, slowly and deeply sucking on my shaft. The small, wet, pooping sounds made, as they released to change up, drove me nearly insane. Holding out was impossible and I felt the first spasm wash through me. Julie was administering her talents when Becky whispered to her.

"He's ready. He's going cum Julie! Let me have some -- please Julie!"

"Ah -- ah yeah baby! Daddy can't -- hold out...Oh God Julie I'm cumming!" I cried out, just as Becky ended her plea.

Julie released a muffled scream as the first thick stream of cum slammed into the back of her throat and she pulled off quickly. I opened my eyes and cried out, unable to stop, and watched Becky's mouth slam down over my cock. 

Another spasm rocked me and Becky's eyes went wide, as she received the load. Julie was giggling, wiping her lips, after swallowing and pushed Becky, wanting to take another turn -- they laughed and giggled taking rapid turns draining my load of cum.

I was spent. Julie and Becky rested their heads on my stomach, gently touching and rubbing my sensitive cock, as they talked in low tones. I closed my eyes listening to them.

"I told you. He shot cum all over me last night and the second time -- oh God Julie I can't tell you how fucking good his cock felt. I came hard and he still wasn't done!"

"Do you think he will - you know, put it in my pussy and cum?" I heard Julie whisper back.

"Oh yeah, I think we got him good! Between my ass and your sweet little pussy we'll drive him insane! We just gotta give him time. Let him rest, play with him, you know?"

"It's not right."

"What Julie? What's not right?"

"Doreen. I mean her having this beautiful thing all to her self. God, they haven't had sex in I don't know how long. I used to hear them but now..."

"Wow, that's sad but, there's a bright spot! Who's to know? We can keep your dad happy -- right?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No more than I could stop the smile on my lips. I opened my eyes, intending to speak when I noticed the girls raise their heads and look back at me.

"You'd like that daddy, wouldn't you? We'd love to keep you happy..."

'This was a game -- it had to be!' I thought, looking at the two eighteen year olds. "God Julie, you two can't mean what you're asking?" I mumbled, not believing I allowed myself to get caught up in the conversation.

"Oh Mr. Benson, we do -- we really do know." Becky replied with a look of pure lust.

"Yeah daddy and I want you to wait."

"Wait? For what Julie?"

"To answer. When I have you inside me...then tell me if you'd like it. Tell Becky and me that you wouldn't want us any time we offered...please, just wait to answer, okay?" 

Becky gave me a wink and jumped up standing over me, with hands on her hips. Julie joined her, although more slowly. Together they held out heir hands and helped me to sit up and finally get up off the patio. I still felt weak, light headed even, as the girls grabbed the wine glasses. I eased into a patio chair, taking the glass handed to me by Julie, and sighed heavily. 

Becky grabbed my cigarette package, fumbled with the lighter and lit a cigarette. With a huge grin she handed it over. "Relax for a while Mr. Benson. We'll be on the lounge chairs. Join us when your ready, I'd love a little more oil -- how about you Julie?" 

With a nod, Julie agreed, and winked at me. I watched their retreat and graceful movements. I finished the cigarette and wine, gazing at the two most perfect asses I'd ever laid eyes on. A shiver went through me knowing one ass was my daughters. 

The spiders had left me. I was snared in their web of delicate and unbelievably strong sexual fibers and sat there watching them, pondering my fate. They had drained my juices, at least for now, and waited eagerly for me to recuperate. Closing my eyes, one thought haunted me, 'If the truth were known, I didn't have to wait. I would love it -- I'd let them drain me. Drain me until my balls shriveled up and fell off!' 

I poured a half glass of wine and stood, never relinquishing my gaze from their, young, nubile bodies. Unconscientiously, I licked my lips and walked silently up behind them, on bare feet and my cock swaying ponderously between my legs. I felt the stirring and the dull ache return to my loins, as my penis brushed against my legs. My mind sent a clear message - a message of lust, need and desire, as I eased down between the girls.

"So...who'd like a little more oil first?"



The Price of Lust Ch. 03



~ Never so high the price of lust, as when a man hungers for his own flesh ~

Disconnected from reality, I watched the slow, methodical, trail of oil slither down the backs of Julie and Becky. The oil pooled slightly, before seeping through at the thong strings, and continued the journey. Unlike me, the girls were relaxed, resting their heads on crossed arms, facing one another. 

"I love that part." Becky sighed out.

"God, me too, the oil feels like a finger - a hot finger." Julie answered back, closing her eyes.

Becky raised her head slightly and rotated enough to look back at me and down. A smile made her lips curl as she witnessed exactly what she'd hoped for. My penis, thick and heavy, lay across my right thigh. Her smile was one of appreciation, as my penis stirred, starting to enlarge for the second time. Silently, she resumed her head position just as I placed my hands on their backs.

I was quiet. My shaking hands told the girls everything they needed to know, as I began to massage in the suntan oil. The girls too remained quiet, at least for a few moments. Their only sounds were soft moans, in time to my slow hand rotations. 

I closed my eyes and returned to the tactile feel of tender young, hot, skin. It may have been my imagination but, I swore I felt my cock enlarging with every rotation of my hands. It was a glorious feeling that I never wanted to end.

I felt the muscles of their lower backs, hard and firm under my hands, contrasting with the softness of their sides and early flaring of hips. I eased my hands up, fully massaging their naked bottoms and felt goose bumps rise at my touch.

"Umm Mr. Benson, you're wonderful! You do that so well." Becky purred out, as she lifted her butt ever so slightly.

"Yeah daddy, you do! A little harder -- please?" Julie cooed out, separating her legs slightly, and then added, "If the thong is in the way just move it, okay."

I opened my eyes and watched Julie wiggle her tight ass under my hand. I squeezed the ass cheeks simultaneously and moved down farther. I was in total awe watching my thirty-nine year old hands sliding up between the butt cracks of Becky and my daughter. It was the most surreal experience I'd ever had. 

The thong strings were no problem at all. Becky's legs parted, as Julie's had just moments ago and the offering was obvious, from both girls. I toyed with Becky's pink swirl and slid my little finger in. At the same time, my ring finger and pinky of the other hand found Julie's wet pussy and wiggled in.

"God yes, that's it Mr. Benson! Oh yeah your finger feels so good. Use a bigger one please, your thumb Mr. Benson - please use your thumb!" Becky cried out and raised her butt even higher.

Becky's out cry created a reaction in Julie, who spread her legs wide, dropping them off the lounge chair and elevated her ass. Easing my fingers from the girls I changed up with both hands. Julie's pink inner lips were soaking wet and easily accepted my index and middle finger. A wet slurping sound came from her young box as I rotated and thrust my fingers inside her.

Becky waited patiently and was rewarded when I finally tore my gaze from Julie and inserted my thumb into her rectum. A muffled cry escaped her lips, just as she started undulating her hips, driving my thumb deep into her ass. 

"Yes, God yes! Oh Julie your dad is better than mine -- he's so, so gentle and big!" Becky moaned out. Her words instantly created a twitch in my face, shocking me. I stopped my finger movements and the girls protested but, I couldn't help it. The implication of Becky's words wouldn't leave my head. 'Becky's had sex with her father? Julie? Oh God, Julie too?' I wondered silently and gently removed my fingers.

"Daddy! Daddy don't stop now -- you were doing so good!" Julie cried out and turned to look at me.

"Julie have you had sex with..."

My question was never fully asked before Julie's sweet little smile told me she had. Her eyes were bright, sparkling almost, in their light, eerie, blue shade. Pausing for effect, she placed a single finger between her pert lips. Briefly sucking on the finger, she pulled it out slowly and replied,

"Daddy -- of course I have! Mr. Arnold loves fucking in the shower. Why would you ask?", and giggled softly.

I sat back hard on my haunches in full shock. The thought had never occurred to me -- I thought I'd been lucky with Becky. I suddenly knew I had no idea what I'd thought, being caught up with Becky but, now this. 

My God, my daughter was fucking Becky's father! The revelation had no affect on my growing erection, which was now standing hard and straight between my legs. It only affected my facial twitch which grew more prominent, as my mouth dropped open.

"Mr. Benson didn't you enjoy me the other night? It felt like you did! I loved it and Julie enjoys my dad...you aren't mad or anything are you?

I turned slightly, facing Becky as she spoke. Her words seem to echo in my head and not really come from her mouth. Her lips were moving, that much I seemed to know, when Julie stood up, fully nude, having removed her thong bottom without my noticing.

"Daddy? Daddy are you okay?"

Julie rested her hands on my shoulders and squatted down to look into my eyes as I turned back to face her. I was speechless and felt paralyzed, as I watched Julie squat lower after placing her feet on either side of me. Julie's knees neared the patio deck, her tender young pussy hovering just above my cock head, when I felt Becky's fingers grasp my penis.

"I'll hold him -- ease down Julie." Becky spoke out softly.

With a sharp intake of breath, I clamped my eyes shut feeling Julie's wet labia surround my cock head. She eased down more, and then suddenly jerked up, before finally settling back down, slowly impaling herself on my stiff shaft. The tightness was unimaginable. She flexed her vagina muscles and I cried out in a low guttural wail.

"Daddy! Shhhh - its okay, you feel wonderful! I love your cock just like Becky said I would!" She purred out in my ear and then moved to place her lips on mine.

When Julie released my lips I leaned away, trying to catch my breath, throwing my arms back to rest on my hands. Julie's nude form swayed and moved on top of me, as she started to thrust her hips and drive me deep inside her. My cock throbbed with every movement. I could feel the firm tissue of her uterus, as it moved to each thrust she made. I finally opened my eyes and caught Julie just she reared back and moaned out.

"Fuck Becky you were so right, he's huge -- I love it, I love his cock! Oh daddy, say yes, God please say yes! You want us I know you want us daddy!" 

Julie's eyes popped open and she peered into mine, thrusting faster with a wild lustful look. I took the weight from my hands and leaned forward, placing my hands on Julie's hips pulling and pushing her -- helping her reach orgasm. I didn't speak. I wanted just one thing. I wanted my daughter -- I wanted to know what she looked like in the throws of climax and I didn't have long to wait.

Following a loud, sexually induced scream, Julie lunged forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and bore down. Her hip movements turned circular, as she rubbed my cock head furiously against her uterus. She was cumming and cumming hard.

"Oh God -- Daddy -- Ah -- ah -- ah Daddy God, Daddy...yesss!" 

Hot vagina juice flowed from Julie. She clamped tightly on my cock, as her body went into convulsions and she came swiftly and hard. Her body rocked and spasmed over and over until she cried out one last time,

"OH FUCK ME -- SAY YES!" and collapsed in my arms.

I hadn't cum yet but, amazingly I felt as out of breath as Julie. Gently I eased her back and cried out as her pelvis bent my cock. I managed to somehow lean enough to pull my penis free and ease the pain. Julie moaned and whimpered on the patio deck, mumbling over and over, say yes -- say yes -- God please say yes.

Becky's soft voice and tender touch shocked me away from staring at my daughter's splayed legs and engorged pussy lips. I jerked to my left, wide eyed, like I'd been caught and then sighed with relief seeing Becky.

"Beautiful isn't it? My dad loves her pussy."

"My dad can't do what you can. He's one of those one shot guys -- you know what I mean? You're still very hard and I'm waiting." Becky added before I could reply.

Becky had no idea how my mind was screaming out YES, as she got up and repositioned herself at the end of the lounge chair. Resting on her knees and elbows, Becky presented her ass and looked back at me.

"Well?"

It was a struggle but, I managed to shift my position and rise up on my knees. The porno movies came to mind immediately and I cupped Becky's ass cheeks and bent forward. Burying my nose in her ass crack, I sucked in her lower labia lips and made sounds like a starving man sucking the last from a bowel of soup. Becky giggled and wiggled her butt urging me on.

With saliva dripping from my mouth, I slid my tongue into the bottom of her slit and started a slow migration up through her crack. Becky's giggle turned into a gasp when I stopped at her rectum and rimmed it, preparing to push my tongue in as deep as I could.

"Jesus Mr. Benson I'll fuck you even if you say no!" Becky cried out, just as I pushed my tongue past her rectal muscle. The oil was flavored and Becky's musky sex scent drove me on, like a sex starved animal. I'd never had anal sex and my cock felt like it would explode, as the thought of doing so raced through mind.

"Fuck me, fuck my little ass Mr. Benson -- God I'm so ready!" Becky mewed out, between quick breaths.

I pulled away and grasped my stiff cock, staring at it. My eyes took in Becky's rectum and I felt afraid -- afraid of hurting her. It seemed so small but, God help me I wanted it so bad.

"Becky are you sure honey?" I gasped out in a raspy voice.

"Yes! Yes for God's sake fuck my ass!"

After Julie's wild pussy massage I knew I wouldn't be long in cumming. In fact, I felt the urgency growing in me just staring at Becky's ass. I slid my cock head up her crack and stopped at her portal, listening to her breathing change quickly to shallow rapid breaths. Slowly, I rubbed her rectum with my pre-cum and started to press in. I thought I'd faint.

With a loud, OH GOD, Becky pushed back and forced my cock head past her rectal muscle. We both cried out. Becky from the initial penetration and I from the intense tightness I felt. My head was in and I felt the urge to cum almost immediately. Becky seemed sense it and like the night the night before she didn't care.

"Shove it in -- shove it in if you're going to cum!" She screamed out and tried to push back harder.

"Oh fuck not again! Becky I'm sorry -- I'm so sorry I'm cumming baby, I -- I..."

As the first load pulsed through my penis, feeling like it would tear the head off, I pushed in hard, sending my cock sliding into her cum slick hole. Becky screamed out in delight and I grabbed her hips, wildly thrusting my dick into her ass. I came hard, again and again until the force of my thrusts began to push out a thick gooey mess of cum.

"Don't stop...dammit don't stop Mr. Benson you've almost got me there!" 

"The answer is yes! YES -- YES -- YES!" I cried out driving my penis in and out of Becky.

The youthful hold they girls had on me kept me firm enough to fulfill Becky's desire to climax. Like Julie, she convulsed and shook wildly as she came and then launched from my cock like I'd shot a cannon ball into her ass and screamed out. 

Julie had watched it all. I saw Julie's hand reach out to Becky just as I collapsed and dropped my head between Becky's spread legs. My throbbing cock seemed to keep time with Becky's fading shudders, when I heard Julie speak.

"Thank you daddy -- you'll never be sorry."

There was that giddy feeling again. It was instantaneous and debilitating. I sat there bent over resting my head, even after sensing the girls getting up to leave. My cock had run another marathon. It was spent, incredibly satisfied and all I needed to get over was having sex with my daughter and knowing she was having sex with her best friends father! Simple --right?

Some thirty minutes later I was dressed and setting at the patio table, bent on finishing the balance of the wine. A lit cigarette lay in the ashtray, smoldering, as I surveyed the patio -- the scene of great lust and sexual gratification. Nothing there would have given an outsider any indication of what had happened. With a heavy sigh, I poured a glass of wine and picked up the cigarette. 'A taste of fruits forbidden.' I thought taking another drag from the cigarette, letting a knowing smile creep across my lips.

The afternoon sun, wine and the physical exhaustion all combined in a decision to go inside and rest. Standing, I swept the patio with my eyes for the last time and satisfied nothing incriminating remained, I turned for the house. I chuckled to myself thinking that I really felt as if I needed a nap. A nap for Christ sake! When the bed came into view it seemed less humorous and more like a great idea. I was out in seconds.

It was early evening when I woke. My rest had been heavy and deep and it took me a few minutes to collect my thoughts and climb from the bed. Two things hit me almost immediately, as I stood up and headed for the door, hunger and a dull ache in my loins. The first was nothing new but, the second was another thing entirely. The ache took me back to my youth when it seemed I spent hours on hours thinking of sex, or wanting sex. The ache never seemed to go away in those days. The feeling was back and it felt glorious. I had Becky and Julie to thank for it.

After a wide yawn and a one armed stretch, I ambled down the hallway heading for the bathroom. Without a thought, I opened the door and walked in on Julie, just as she raised a naked leg to step into the shower.

"Julie! God I'm sorry honey! I didn't mean to..."

"Daddy! You naughty boy! Did you come to join me?"

"Join you? No, no I just had to pee...I didn't realize you were home." I stammered out and started to back out of the door.

"Don't be silly, come in! Did you shower this afternoon? If you didn't I think you should -- Doreen, if you get my drift. Besides I'd like to talk to you. We have time, join me, please daddy."

Julie's plea was heart felt. Her allure was without match, except for perhaps Becky. She waited patiently at the open shower door with her arm outstretched, beckoning me in. I stepped back in and closed the door, locking it. Julie smiled.

"I've never had a man as big as you daddy." Julie commented watching me drop my kakis. "You're going to spoil me, I know it."

"Julie I shouldn't be doing this." I replied back, even though I enjoyed hearing what she'd said.

"Doing what daddy? Showering together?" Her coy response came back, as she took my hand.

I stepped into the shower with my daughter, feeling my penis thicken once again. God I loved her for that! But, I strived to make my point and held her away at arms length.

"Now look Julie, we...I can't have sex with you any more. It's wrong Julie and if anyone ever finds out -- Oh God Julie you have no idea what will happen!" I stated plainly, in a pleading voice.

"Daddy...you're absolutely precious! Of course we can! We can even have sex when Doreen is home! I never wear panties and you can slip in any time you want! Wash me please." Julie answered back flat and to the point, handing me the soap bar.

"Julie - for God's sake!"

"Oh God daddy, alright! Give me the soap then!" 

I was shocked when Julie grabbed the bar from my hand and almost relieved, finally believing she'd gotten my point. Of course I was wrong. Before I realized what was happening, Julie was down on her knees and my thickening penis was lying in her left hand.

"I really love your penis daddy and I won't give it up! You have no idea how good you made me feel today. I came harder than I ever have..." Julie said softly and trailed off as she cocked her head to one side and began soaping my penis in slow, long strokes.

"Jesus Julie no, don't do that, don't rub me like..."

Why daddy? I can tell you love it, you're growing. You want me as bad as I want you! Admit it daddy, you do don't you?" Julie's reply was barely audible, a whisper of sensual begging, as she continued to stroke me to erection.

I started to melt and reached out quickly, steadying myself against the wall and shower doors. Julie giggled and moved her hands to soap my testicles, squeezing playfully and pulling on them, watching my penis grow totally erect. Her left arm disappeared between my legs, which were shaking madly, and I felt her fingers slide up the crack of my ass, as she clutched me tightly. 

My soapy, erect, penis lay against her young, beautiful, face as she looked up into my eyes, with a questioning look. "Daddy?"

"Yes Julie...Oh God Julie -- yes!" I mumbled, clutching at the wall and door.

"I knew it daddy! Now what are we going to do with this? Hum?" Julie replied back and softly gripped my penis. "Blow jobs are really fun but --you were bad today! You didn't cum in me did you? Would you like that? Would you like to cum inside my pussy daddy?"

Without waiting for an answer Julie stood up. Gently she urged me to turn and wash the soap from my loins. I felt sure she'd turn back and bend over but, she opened the shower door and stepped out, grabbing a towel. With a beckoning finger she lured me from the shower towards the bathroom door. 

Wet and dripping I followed her, unable to break the spell she cast. My eyes were riveted to her tight young ass, as she moved off down the hall, drying herself. With a casual look over her shoulder she turned into the master bedroom. When I reached the doorway Julie was on the bed, resting easily on hands and knees, looking directly at me.

"Daddy I want you to fuck me here -- on the bed. When Doreen comes home I want you to think of my sweet little pussy and how good it felt cumming inside me! Please daddy, make me scream, make me cry out your name - make me want you forever daddy!" Julie moaned out softly, as she dropped and rolled over.

I approached silently, awe struck and hornier than I'd ever felt in my life. With an easy movement, Julie lifted her butt and slid a pillow under her hips. I stopped at the foot of the bed and watched a she lifted her legs and spread them wide, begging me to climb on.

Small hands clasp my cock, guiding me, as I eased down over top of her. Julie rubbed my cock head gently between her, wet, pink labia and closed her eyes, sighing.

"Slow daddy -- slow and deep. I want to cum hard with you...please daddy please." She begged, as I eased down.

Julie's strong legs gripped my waist and rode me with every slow deep thrust. Her breasts moved gently under me, begging to be sucked and I squeezed them, making her nipples pop out even more than they were.

"Yes, that's it daddy -- take all of me, fuck me like I'm the love of your life and always will be. I'm yours daddy, any time...even my ass daddy if you want it. I want it daddy, like Becky -- ah, ah yeah daddy, ah Oh God yesss daddy that's it fuck your little Julie!"

Our sex was hot, long and immensely erotic, Julie made it that way. She was the love of my life. She made me come alive and vibrate with sensual intensity I'd never imagined. Julie turned wild as I came inside her. Her hips went crazy, thrashing below me, as she clung tightly to my waist with her legs. With short, erratic breaths, Julie cried out my name. She cried out her own cumming and then as we started our downward spiral of orgasm she moaned out,

"A -- red, a red Miyata -- convertible -- daddy."

It wasn't exactly a mood killer but, close. I groaned and rolled off Julie, when she released her legs. She had called out the price a day ago and named it during the throws of sexual bliss. My groan wasn't because of what she said; it was because I hated not being inside her. Even in my semi-flaccid state, her tightness was intensely pleasurable. I felt exhausted, mentally and physically.




The Price of Lust Ch. 03



Julie bounced off the bed and returned quickly with a wash cloth. Gently, she washed my penis and balls and patted them dry as she talked to me.

"I'm worth it, right daddy? I mean I'm not asking too much am I? You've got the best sex you've ever had with me - and Becky of course, right? What's a little car anyway -- daddy talk to me!"

"A Miyata? A red convertible Miyata Julie? Jesus Julie, how am I ever going to explain that to Doreen?" I groaned out, rising up on my elbows to stare at her.

"You'll think of a way...I'm sure of it. Especially if want our little secret to remain that way and oh yeah -- keep having the wildest sex imaginable!" Julie replied with a wicked little grin.

Julie eased off the bed, pausing for a moment, staring me. "I really do love that cock of yours...don't blow this daddy." It seemed like a warning, although her expression didn't convey a threat. Before I could respond her expression changed, lightening and a twinkle lit up her eyes, as she added, "Hey, get up and shower with me. Doreen won't be back for hours yet!"

Julie whirled away and left the room. She never saw my reaction. Sexually satisfied and happy feeling she had her dream car coming, nothing was bothering her. I, on the other hand, had willingly walked into a sex triad, involving my daughter, and was about to pay a very high price for thinking with my dick. I felt certain of that; in fact, just as certain as I felt I wouldn't be able to stop the sex between Julie, Becky and myself. 

The shower idea was out. Sex with Julie and Becky was intoxicating, like a drug, and I'd been on a, near, all day high. My thoughts were consumed with their nudity and the sweet pleasures so willingly offered. Once out of bed, I began shaking uncontrollably, looking back at the scene of my latest sexual foray. With great effort I forced myself to calm down and went about methodically cleaning the bed and room. 

The bathroom door opened, freezing my actions but, as Julie's footsteps told me she went to her room my tension eased. That's when the phone rang. In a half crouch, the sudden noise caused me to jump up and back, snapping my head towards the door, as if I'd been caught in the act. My heart pounded in my chest and my breathing stopped. It rang again and again, before I heard Julie call out.

"Daddy, are you going to get that?" Her voice brought me around and on the fifth ring I picked up the receiver. 

"Benson residence, Matt speaking." I mumbled and started to shake again, hearing an unknown voice talk.

(Matt -- Bob Arnold here, Becky's father. Sorry to bother you but, Becky was worried about Julie. I guess the girls are sharing clothes washing days and Julie promised to be here by now. Is everything alright Matt? The voice explained.)

"Julie? Alright? Yes -- yes Bob, everything's fine. I think she's getting ready right now." I replied to the query. My voice sounded alien to me, flat, non-emotional, as if every word came from a script.

My grip on the receiver was intense, a white knuckled grip, as I turned my head slowly towards the door, hearing Julie approach. Bob Arnold continued his conversation, the concern gone, trying to exchange small talk in my left ear, when Julie appeared and asked,

"Who's on the phone?"

Ignoring Bob, I mumbled out, "Bob -- Bob Arnold, Becky's dad. Said Becky's worried about you."

"Oh shit, its wash day! I promised I'd help!" Julie gasped out and rushed into the room, grabbing the phone.

"Mr. Arnold! God I'm sooo sorry -- tell Becky I'll be right there. What? Oh no I didn't forget...yeah, yeah I know how much...she's what? Okay, yeah right tell her not to start without me...No -- no, I'd love it -- I want to really bad, you know that! My dad...yeah he'll bring me over...okay I'll see you soon." And Julie hung up the phone.

I was stupefied, standing next to Julie, wondering just what her conversation had been about. My expression didn't phase my daughter as she, quickly, launched into a pleading explanation of how she desperately needed a ride, complete with little girl jumping around, gripping my arm. I finally relented but, regretted it recalling Becky's arrival and offer to help with wash day.

"Oh God, thank you daddy! I've got to change...I'll meet you at the car!" She yelled out as she ran from the room.

'This thing is out of control! I'm driving my daughter to friend's house to have sex with her father!' My mind screamed out, as I watched Julie disappear. I knew it as sure I knew I had to talk with Bob. I had to know what the full extent of this insanity entailed. I felt strongly that it all started with Becky but, couldn't be entirely sure. With great reluctance, I walked from the bedroom and went to wait for Julie in the car.

I was a raging bundle of nerves and slammed a quick hi-ball before leaving the house. There was nothing I could do and it weighed heavily on me. Julie was eighteen, an adult in most eyes and she would do whatever she wanted. I waited silently in the car, chain smoking. Julie's sudden appearance startled me from my brooding thoughts. I threw out my third cigarette and started the car before looking at her.

It was the delicate, sensual, scent of her perfume that made me turn my head. She was beautiful and dressed like a hooker. I felt anger and desire well up inside me, as I took in the short skirt, exposing her thighs to near crotch level and the cut off top, that barely covered her youthful, well rounded, breasts.

"Okay I'm ready -- let's go! Bo...Becky's waiting." She commented, nearly slipping out the real intent of her excitement.

I lit a forth cigarette and put the car in gear. I was content with the silence in the car but, obviously Julie wasn't. Within a few short blocks she was babbling on about how excited she was over getting her own car. Julie's excitement led her to make other comments. Comments that convinced me that Bob Arnold might well be in his own private blackmail plot. My thoughts about him started to change when Julie jumped from the car.

'Bob ole buddy -- we are going talk!' I recall thinking, as I watched Julie bounce her way towards the house.



The Price of Lust Ch. 04



My drive home was mixed with emotions. Besides the girls, Bob Arnold was on my mind and I went from anger, to lustful yearning, to an almost passionate concern over what Bob might be going through. My problem was simple; I knew nothing and only had suspicions – unable to prove or disprove. I started to shiver. The warm evening breeze entering the car seemed as cold and calculating as my own daughter's actions over the past few days.

By the time I reached home, I caught myself mentally reviewing just how I might strike up a conversation with ole Bob. Entering the house, I leaned against the front door and heard it click shut. The click ended my thinking. Given everything that had ran through my mind, I still had no idea on how to actually meet up with Bob and not tip him off about why. I sighed heavily and went off to bed. 'Tomorrows another day Matt – let this thing go for now.' I told myself.

It wasn't that easy.

~

I woke from a dream involving Julie and myself. It seemed real enough to feel the warm summer breeze blowing through my hair, as we raced down a road in her new Miyata. Nothing too odd in that, except Julie was stark naked and waving at passing motorists.


I sat up with a jolt of adrenaline coursing through me, breathing rapid and wide eyed. I recognized the feeling immediately. It was fear. After a few minutes, I managed to compose myself and eased from the bed. Caught up in thought, my being alone didn't register immediately. When it did, I turned slowly looking at Doreen's side of the bed, finding it un-slept in.

The thoughts that didn't go through my mind, at that point, unnerved me. Strangely, concern wasn't one of them. In fact, it was nothing above mild curiosity and that's what unnerved me most. The word affair entered my head, as I walked down to the kitchen, finding myself actually grinning over the thought. 'Hell why not - everything else is topsy turvy any more, why not add that to the mix.' 

I sat smoking the day's first cigarette, waiting for the coffee to brew, when Julie walked in. She looked refreshed. It was obvious she'd showered, her hair was still damp. With a beaming smile she said good morning and headed off for her room. Nothing more, nothing less was said between us. An hour later, Julie walked through again, dressed for school, and waved good bye, leaving me to my thoughts.

I'd be lying if I said my thoughts weren't dark, brooding almost in their intensity. Doreen came to mind first, as I wondered just what dramatic surprise her exploits might throw my way, divorce was always messy. Then Bob entered my mind again. I felt the aching pain of jealousy inside me wondering if Bob's face had showed the same satisfied look that Julie's had this morning. And finally, I smiled recalling the intense anal sex shared with Bob's daughter. 'If you only knew Bob...If you only knew.' The final thought flashing through my head, as I got up and dumped the third cup of coffee out. It was cold and the mission today didn't involve my lying around the house.

By noon I felt beat. I'd been to every car dealership in town and come up empty. No one had a red Miyata convertible. I cursed under my breath, leaving the last dealer, and headed for the nearest bar. A drink wasn't going to solve my problem but, it'd damn sure help me feel better. And so, at 1:30 I found myself setting at the bar of Benny's Pub. I had a strong suspicion that Benny wasn't Irish, even though he tried to pass his establishment off as an Irish pub. His whiskey was good and that's all I cared about.

Thirty minutes later Benny's received another patron. Like me, he too took a seat at the bar, several chairs away. I paid him casual notion and continued with my drink. Something about him seemed familiar, when I over heard his drink request. I couldn't place what it was and polished off my hi-ball. I held up my glass, indicating for the bartender to hit me again when he finished with his new customer.

Being closer, the bartender dropped off my drink first and then went to serve the new arrival, striking up a conversation with him. I sat sipping and eaves dropped. 'That voice...I knew that voice but, from where?' I thought, deciding to take another look at the man.

His physical appearance did nothing to jolt my memory. He was a mousey little man, with a taste for Vodka on the rocks, that's all I knew. The out of pure happenstance, the little man posed a question to the bartender, obviously named Pete.

"Pete, is everything alright?" I heard him ask and a light bulb went on inside my head! I swiveled my head to the right and stared in fascination at the man I felt certain was Bob Arnold! It dawned on me, just then, that someone had peaked out of the living room curtain at Becky's house last night - someone short! It was him!

'Go figure - him? This meek little guy was the man having sex with my daughter? Holy Christ!' I thought, taking another long hit from my drink, as I stared unable to take my eyes from him. I was about to get up and confront him when he noticed my staring. 

When I stood up, Bob turned away and started to rise. "Bob? Bob Arnold?" I called out, a little too loud. He stopped half way off the bar stool and turned back to me.

"Perhaps – who's asking?"

"Matt Benson, Julie's father. Your daughter and Julie are best friends – right?" I answered back and took a seat next to him. He nodded at my reply, slowly reseating himself with a curious look on his face.

"Nice to meet you, Bob." I went on, holding out my hand and then quickly added, "Oh - I'm sorry, may I call you Bob? It's funny our meeting this way...SO what's got you out and around today?" 

I was babbling and I knew it. Arnold was looking a bit skittish when I stopped talking but, took my hand and shook it. The shake was limp at best but, he did shake it and said,

"Yeah – yeah Bob's fine. I'm out looking for a car."

"No shit, me too! What are the chances? Time for a new ride huh?" I commented, taking a drink and looking away. I wanted to disarm this man and talk to him, not make him bolt and run. To that end, I laughed after my comment and offered him a cigarette.

"Don't smoke, I quit but, thanks anyway and no - the car isn't for me. I'm looking for Becky."

I choked on my drink at his final words and spit out most of it. With a sheepish grin, I turned back to him and apologized, as I wiped up my mess. "For Becky? Really, that is strange. I'm out looking for a car for Julie. Any luck?"

Bob's eyes widened a bit, as he sat staring at me. There was a nervous twitch in his hands when he raised his drink. I smiled, raised my glass in a salute and took another sip. 'I knew it...He's being blackmailed too!' I thought, hoping my actions were being viewed as friendly. There was a great deal we needed to talk about.

"Mr. Benson..."

"Hey – Matt, please!"

"Matt then, I really must be going. I have a lot of looking to do. Perhaps we'll talk again some time?" He remarked, standing up to finish his drink. "Until next time. Good luck on your search."

"Yeah...Yeah the same to you, until next time Bob. Say hi to Becky for me!" I called out after him. I watched the meek man scurry out of the bar, in a nervous hurry. He paused only slightly when I mentioned Becky's name and seemed to shiver before continuing his escape.

I recalled Becky's comment about her father and shook my head in wonder. I found it nearly impossible to believe the little man could be involved at all. 'He just didn't seem the type.' I thought, and then laughed, lifting my drink. 'Shit, who was?' I polished off my drink and paid the tab. Like Bob, I'd come up empty and the future seemed to hinge on one thing – a Miyata.

~

I arrived home to a dark house and disgusted at my lack of progress. I'd forgotten about the empty bed. The dark house brought the thought back to me. I actually expected Doreen to home, if for no other reason than to lay into me about Julie, our marriage or whatever she felt the need to. Somehow, the silence instilled a little gratitude in me, as it would give me time to think about what my next move would be.

Entering my room, I heard the front door slam shut. There was no way of telling who came in and I announced where I was at, before walking to the closet. The fact that half the closet was empty didn't dawn on me until I heard a scream echo through the house. It was Julie! With sudden realization, I stared at the half empty closet and immediately understood what the scream was about. Doreen was gone.

I backed up, still staring at the empty closet and sat heavily on the bed. 'What the hell?' I mumbled just as Julie burst through the door. She came to a skidding stop, waving a sheet of paper in her hand.

"She's gone! She was having an affair! Daddy we're alone! Do you know what that means?" 

"Julie, my God, calm down! Give me that." I shouted over her joyous screaming and snatched the paper from her. Her jubilance died down as I sat reading the letter.

"Daddy? You're okay right? I mean you guys weren't really in love any more were you? Daddy?" Julie asked with some persistence, as she eased down on the bed next to me.

I remained silent, re-reading the "Dear John" letter. When I'd finished I let the letter fall from my hand and drift to the floor. 'Nineteen years, fuck! Nineteen years down the shitter!' My mind screamed out, even though I wasn't entirely surprised.

"Daddy talk to me please." Julie whispered, placing her hand on mine, giving it a small squeeze. "You're okay right?"

"Aw Julie, you don't understand – you really don't. I'm alright. I just hope this doesn't turn ugly - divorce can be very ugly Julie." I replied, and stood to close the empty closet doors.

There was a real finality to the doors closing. I turned towards my daughter, with a question. Julie...Just what was between you two? I mean you seemed so down on Doreen for the longest time and Doreen was always sticking up for you. What gives?" I asked.

In a rare display of maturity, Julie sat silent for a period thinking. Finally, she eased back on the bed pillows and explained her side of my question.

"I heard you guys, I mean I used to anyway. When I was growing up I heard you guys having sex. It was pretty loud at times." She began.

"God Julie I didn't know! And you hated it right?" I gasped out, cutting Julie off.

"No daddy. No not at all. I mean I really didn't understand for the longest time. It didn't sound like you guys were fighting and you both seemed so happy afterwards. I knew it must have been something you liked. It was later, when I really understood what you two were doing that things changed."

Not understanding where my daughter was headed, I walked over and sat on the end of the bed. "Changed Julie, I don't understand?" I asked softly, honestly concerned over what we may have done to our daughter. Julie took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly, before she went on. 

"I watched you guys a few times. When you thought I was in bed – sleeping. I wanted to know what was so good about what you were doing. I saw the way Doreen treated your...Your penis daddy. She seemed to love it so much, it just blew me away! I was excited for you. I watched were you put it and what you did but, then it all changed...It hurt me when Doreen refused you. Then the arguments started."

Julie's words shocked me to the core. "Julie you were watching? My God Julie what made you do such a thing?" I replied knowing fair well she'd just said why.

"Daddy I think we're way past that now...I knew when things were changing between you and Doreen. I heard the arguments and the cruel way she put you off. I hated her screaming at you to leave her alone. I didn't understand at all and I started to hate her for it. I would have done anything to make you happy...Anything daddy and I wanted to so badly." 

"So the whole clothes thing was for me? The skimpy stuff that drove me nuts."

"Oh daddy your so cute...But, the truth is no, not at first anyway. I was growing up, changing too. When I met Becky we got pretty tight. She started to show me what happened with her dad when she wore her little outfits. His wife died you know." Julie commented.

I shook my head in wonder at her sudden change in direction. "Julie, where are you going with this? His wife died? Why would you bring that up now?"

"Well...Mr. Arnold would get hard every time we were around him. Becky and I used to laugh about it – a lot actually. His wife was gone and he was so lonely all the time, so we decided it would be okay to make him happy. You know show him a little skin every now and then." Julie went on, placing her arms under her head to prop up some.

"Show him some skin? Were you two out of your minds? What if he..."

"Oh daddy that was the best part! He did! One day he couldn't stand it any longer - I guess, because Becky told me he pulled his dick out, watching her undress!"

"Jesus Julie!"

"God relax okay! She used to do it all the time. Even when I came over she'd never shut her door. She got a real kick out of taking her clothes off while he was there...I mean he always seemed to show up when we were in the room and talk to us."

I groaned loudly, slapping my hand to my face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 'I knew it – I knew it was Becky!' I thought as Julie went on, after shifting positions on the bed.

"Well, so anyway, that's when the idea hit me. I thought maybe I could make you happy like Becky's dad. Becky and I agreed to give you a show like him and tease you to see what would happen. Guess it worked pretty good huh?" She replied and giggled.

"Jesus, I need a cigarette." I choked out and got off the bed. My mind raced with thoughts I didn't care to think about as I made way to the living room.

Julie followed me, calling out for me to talk to her. Her voice registered concern and it was obvious she found nothing odd or wrong in the behavior she'd just described. I fumbled for the last cigarette in my pack and lit it, as she walked into the room.


"Daddy, I'm not done yet. You want to hear the rest or not?" She asked, sounding almost huffy.

I inhaled too deeply and coughed out the smoke, as I tried to talk. "Jesus (hack) why not (hack-hack) You've gone that (hack) Far, might as well go on." And I plopped down on the sofa, with a giddy sort of sick laugh escaping my throat.

"Well, when Becky told me about it the next day, I asked her what happened. You know, when he pulled his dick out and she said nothing! He just stood there and got hard, watching her undress! I thought she was lying and told her so but, she said she could prove it." Julie went on as if she was talking about anything but, what she was.

I took another drag from the cigarette and waved my hand in a circular motion, a sign to get on with it and come to the point, feeling that giddy sick laugh starting up again. Julie didn't understand and beamed a big smile my way, telling me she'd be right back.

When she returned she carried a hi-ball in her hand, offering it to me! 'Why not? Every father needs a drink listening to his daughter describe an incest event!' I thought, and grabbed the drink from her.

"Now, where was I? Oh yeah...I went home with Becky after school that day. You know her dad works out of his house don't you?" Julie went on, pausing as she searched my face for understanding and then started up again, "Well anyway, we went to her room and did the usual things. Becky was changing and almost naked, when Mr. Arnold showed up. He kinda scared me, coming out of nowhere and all. Becky just said hi to him and turned back to me. It was kinda eerie, you know?" 

I tipped my hi-ball glass and drained it, while Julie happily continued to relate her story, taking a seat next to me.

"So there we were...Mr. Arnold leaning against the door, watching and Becky talking to me about her new clothes. I was a little nervous at first but, he just stood there not moving. Becky gives me a smile, unhooks her bra and throws it on the bed next to me. Before I could say a word, she was pushing her panties down and winked at me! Heck I didn't know what was going on. I looked over at her dad and couldn't believe it! He was pulling his dick out! She hadn't lied at all!" 

"Oh that's a relief! I'd hate to think your girlfriend would lie to you!" I commented sarcastically and then added, "Hold that thought. I better have another drink!" 

'God if I was only a sleazy porno producer I'd have a best seller on my hands!' I thought walking away. Incredibly, I was getting stiff listening to my daughters exploits. I made the hi-ball and returned with a firm bulge showing in my pants. It didn't go unnoticed by Julie, who smiled at me and patted the couch, eager to go on.

"Well, Becky just ignores him, I couldn't believe it! She's talking to me like nothing was going on at all." She began and I quickly interrupted her.

"Was that something you two did a lot? I mean getting naked in front of each other? No – no wait, don't tell me!" I moaned out and nearly drained my second hi-ball.

"Oh daddy! Not a lot but, yeah sometimes we did...It's a girl thing I guess. Anyway, Becky's moving around talking and Mr. Arnold he's getting bigger. Next thing I know Becky's walking up to him! Mr. Arnold wasn't breathing real good when she stopped in front him...Kinda shallow and short, like he was having a hard time. I was watching everything and it didn't seem to be affecting his dick, cause it was sticking out pretty good. That's when Becky grabbed it! She let out this squeal and begged me to touch it! God, her boobies were bouncing around and Mr. Arnold looked like he was going to have a heart attack!"

At that point, I groaned out and finished the hi-ball. "Julie, did you? Honey did you touch Mr. Arnold?" I asked feeling like I already knew the answer.

"No not that time but, I was really nervous – you know what I mean?" Julie responded twirling her hair and looking down. Slowly she raised her head and caught my eyes, staring deeply into mine. In a whisper she said,

"Becky held it for a while. I guess too long, with all her jumping around. I was pretty sure about that cause Mr. Arnold came. It really scared me but, Becky wouldn't let go. She pulled on his dick until he was done! God Mr. Arnold's face had the weirdest look! It was like shock, happiness and relief all rolled into one expression. Becky let him go when he got limp and he just walked away!"

I closed my eyes and laid back against the couch. My mind went to the meeting between Bob Arnold and myself, earlier that day. I couldn't have had a clearer picture of what his face must have looked like. 

"I kinda liked it daddy. It was so exciting and I liked watching what happened a lot. It was all Becky and I could talk about for a long while. Becky told me it took a few days but, it happened again. Guess he needed it and she said she let him play with her tits that time!" Julie commented, sounding as if she was ending her story.

That's when Julie's comment, about not touching his penis that time, hit me. "Julie, what did you mean - not that time - that's what you said right?" I asked, curious as to just when my daughter decided having sex with Bob Arnold was something she wanted to do.

"DAddy!" Julie replied with a coy little look.

"Well, isn't that what you said?"

"Well yeah...but, I didn't think you'd want to hear about that..." She responded, holding on to the coy look and moved a bit closer to me, resting her hand on my leg.

"What? Why not? I mean Christ Julie, I'm having sex with your friend Becky and you; Doreen's leaving me and I just met the man you admit to having sex with! Why wouldn't I want to know?" I replied, growing a little exasperated over the entire conversation.

"It was an idea Becky had a few weeks later. Becky was giving him hand jobs pretty regular by then, and she finally admitted that she was going down on him too. You know, giving him blo..."




The Price of Lust Ch. 04



"Yeah – yeah I get the picture! Go on!"

"Well, she told me that her dad kept asking about me. He was wondering why I didn't come over any more. I was a little embarrassed but, I told Becky I would go home with her that day. Wow, I gotta tell you things had changed pretty good by then! Becky tried to warn me before we went inside about what I might see. Mr. Arnold had gotten pretty bold, let me tell you! We walked in and Mr. Arnold was waiting in the living room. He was stark naked and watching a porno movie!"

"Jesus!" Was all I could say and swallowed hard looking at Julie's face, before I added, "So what happened?"

"He turned, smiled at us and just said hi! Becky was whispering in my ear about him liking a blow job when she got home, when he got up and walked over to us. His dick was about half hard, swinging side to side and he had this big grin on his face. He gave Becky a huge hug and before I knew it he was pulling me in to hug me. He told me he was very happy to see me and hoped I was staying for a while."

"My God! That fucking pervert!" I gasped out, unable to imagine Bob being so brazen.

"Daddy, don't say that! That's mean and he didn't like feel me up or anything! But, he did do the weirdest thing. He stepped back and looked down suddenly, like he'd just realized he was naked and said... "Oh my God! Mister Winky is happy to see you too!"...and laughed! God it was so funny, I had to laugh too!"

I couldn't believe it. I shook my head side to side, as if in doing so the words would fade away, like a bad dream. Julie got up seeing my distressed look and took my glass. She returned with a fresh refill, wearing less clothing – a great deal less. I took the drink, as Julie sat down, wearing only her panties and bouncing her breasts just inches from my face. That little girl coy look returned and she went on.

"Mr. Arnold's dick was standing up pretty straight when he turned around to go back to his movie. That's when Becky and I went to her room and we were laughing about what her dad had done. As she started to undress, the idea hit her."

Taking a long draw from my glass, I sat mesmerized by Julie's story. Julie shivered slightly and placed her warm hand in my lap, covering my erect penis and squeezed gently, before going on. 

"I was lying on her bed, watching her and talking. It was weird you know? One minute we're talking and the next minute she had her hands under my top, squeezing my breasts. She had this really far away look in her eyes and then she told me she had been having sex with her dad! I couldn't say a word. I was shocked and excited and – and God daddy I think I felt jealous! Becky kept talking, telling me how awesome it was and how big his dick felt and all the while she was removing my clothes! I let her do it and when she was pulling my panties down she asked me if I wanted to watch!"

Julie had me tightly attached to her web again. When I finally managed to close my mouth, feeling the hot, raspy, dryness of my throat I had no reason to doubt a word of what Julie was saying. Without my realizing it, Julie had extracted my stiff penis and cradled it in her palm, as she went on with her story. She rested her head against my chest and, like a new lover, gently stroked my shaft. 

"That was my first time daddy...I mean feeling an older mans penis. Mr. Arnold showed up at Becky's door, just after she tossed my panties aside. He walked in that time, smiling at us, and Becky told him I wanted to stay and watch. Mr. Winky was right there, wiggling in front of me and I just reached out and grabbed it. I looked at Mr. Arnold, thinking he would yell or something but, he just stood there, smiling. I played with it and Becky too...It was the strangest, most exciting thing I'd ever done! It felt way different than the boys at school and Mr. Arnold wasn't so stupid about it. That's when he asked me daddy."

"What? Asked you what honey?" I asked, snapping from my entranced state.

"Mr. Arnold bent over and started squeezing my tits and asked me if I'd like to kiss Mr. Winky. He said that Becky loved to kiss Mr. Winky and suck on him. He wanted me to give him a blow job and what was really strange, I wanted to do it!"

The glassy look was gone from her eyes and she knew exactly how much she was affecting me with her story. I sipped from my glass, watching her small hands roam over my penis and play in the pre-cum, now oozing from my head.

"I kissed Mr. Winky! I sucked on Mr. Winky too, at least until Becky stopped me. I stopped sucking when I heard her ask her dad if Mr. Winky was ready. Mr. Arnold told her almost and Becky got up to leave. He was really gentle and pulled head back to suck on him a little more. When Becky came back I saw her set down a bottle of wine and glasses...I was shocked! I couldn't believe she drank!"

At that I started to laugh and couldn't stop. My daughter was relating a story about sucking off a forty plus year old man and was shocked about her friend drinking wine! It was a priceless comment that tore me up. "Oh My GOD...Did you hear yourself Julie?" I cried out between huge laughs.

"Daddy it's not funny! Becky was too young to be drinking!" Julie commented with a totally serious look that increased my belly laughter. When I finally calmed down, Julie had both hands wrapped around my stiff penis. With gentle squeezing she quickly refocused my thoughts on her story.

"Fine! Well, I'm sure you'll find this next part funny too! When Becky turned around to pour the wine, Mr. Arnold sat on the bed and, right in front of me, he put his fingers into her – into her pussy! Becky just giggled and finished pouring the wine. God I wanted him to put his fingers in me too...I could help it! When she was done she handed me a glass and Mr. Arnold pulled her back on his lap. It was the first time for me...you know that don't you?"

Julie had my attention then for sure. "First time? Julie what are..."

"Becky started to say she was sorry and then she closed her eyes and whispered ... "but it feels so good Julie"...and I watched her raise up so Mr. Arnold could put his cock inside her! I was watching daddy! I drank the wine without even knowing it daddy...Watching them and getting hotter and hotter. That's when Becky grabbed my arm. She was bouncing up and down and I could hardly understand what she was saying. It was like this..."

At that point Julie started to bounce up and down on the couch and talk at the same time, making her point, imitating Becky's actions.   

"Oh – God – Julie – it – feels – so big – you've – got – to – try – it!"

When she finished, Julie was out of breath and wild eyed in telling her tale. But, she wasn't done yet. Standing up, Julie pushed her panties down, stepped from them, and straddled my lap. As she sank down, she reached in and pulled my stiff cock up-right and eased onto my shaft. Her eyes snapped shut and when she'd fully impaled herself she opened them again and went on.

"Becky pleaded with me daddy. I got up and she eased off Mr. Arnold. When she was free, I spread my legs and sat on Mr. Winky! Becky was right it felt so fucking good I couldn't believe it. I mean the school guys were okay but nothing like him! The next thing I knew I was all sticky. Mr. Winky shot his load and my little pussy was on fire...I wanted more – a lot more. The trouble was, Mr. Winky wasn't that kind of dick. He was done for the night."

"Bad Mr. Winky." I mumbled enjoying the gentle rocking of Julie's hips.

"That's how it all started daddy. Mr. Arnold loved it when we came to his place after working out. I found out that he lasted a lot longer in the shower and he really loved it doggie style...So, I've been letting him fuck me, I mean he had Becky any time and she loved to watch us. That's when I knew I wanted yours and we hatched our plan...Sharing laundry day!" Julie ended her tale with a loud, "Ah – ah God daddy!" and rocking hard into my crotch.

I cried out with Julie, as she bore down starting to scream. The massive convulsion hit me, as I grabbed her tits and pulled her down hard into my lap. A thick load of cum shot into her tight pussy, just as the front door burst open...



The Price of Lust Ch. 05



Julie arched her back and gripped my shoulders tightly. Bearing down and thrusting her hips, she came hard after my first heavy release. In a synchronous scream, we both cried out in shock and surprise when the front door slammed against the wall and Becky's form burst into the living room! 

It was all a blur of motion. Before I realized it Julie was standing, trying to cover her breasts with one arm and hide her, throbbing, vagina with the other. Her loud scream pierced my ears, sending a, dagger like, stabbing pain through my head. Her eyes were wide and wild like, until she realized who it was standing in the room with us. 

In reaction, I too jumped to my feet and whirled to face the intruder. I mirrored Julie's wide eyed expression and nearly toppled over with the quick turn around. When I regained my balance I stood in front of Becky with my penis still fully erect, a final squirt of semen pulsed out landing on the couch and Becky started to giggle.

"My God you two! You really should lock your doors!" Becky giggled out, just before Bob Arnold, her father, stepped into the doorway.

Becky's giggled died away, leaving an uneasy and, almost, deafening silence in the room. Julie quickly recovered – at least much faster than I did. There was no way to describe the shock I felt at being caught fucking my own daughter, especially by another man. The blood drained from my penis quickly, leaving it limp and dripping cum. My eyes were riveted to Bob's shocked face. 

Neither of us spoke, as Julie gracefully made her way towards the pair. When her naked form came into view, I slowly removed my eyes from Bob's face and watched. Her young breasts swaying gently and a smile formed on her lips, as she walked up to Bob. Bob's eyes had shifted too. He stared at Julie's labia. Silky smooth, engorged with blood and wet with cum, I saw Bob wet his lips as Julie approached.

Julie slipped her naked arm around Bob's waist and gently kissed his cheek. When she finished she turned slightly and announced,

"Daddy, this is Mr. Arnold – Becky's dad."

I found voice for the first time, at that point.

"Yes...Yes I know, we've met." It wasn't much but, it was all I could think to say.

As I was making the simple comment, Becky walked up to me, shielding me from Bob and Julie. Just as gently as Julie, Becky lifted up on her toes and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. When she pulled away she had a coy look on her face and looked down at my exposed penis. 

"Maybe we should put this away for now – okay?" She commented and before I could respond I felt her fingers easing my penis back into my pants. When she had my cock covered she looked up into my face and grinned, slowly pulling my zipper up she whispered, "But just for now."

Still in shock, I stammered out, "Becky, what – what are you guys doing..."

"Dad found me a Miyata! I wanted to show Julie and I thought you guys should meet!" She giggled out, cutting off my question.

I looked up slowly, catching Bob's queer expression. Julie had grabbed one hand and rested it lightly on her bare buttocks, holding it there. In robot fashion, Bob reached with his other hand to close the door. Julie stepped away slightly but, not enough to break to contact he had on her, allowing him to complete the door closing.

"It seems we have much in common Matt." Bob finally spoke out, in a raspy choking sort of voice.

"Yeah - laundry day?" I replied stupidly.

"I was thinking of our daughters, actually Matt. Becky can be quite persuasive."

"I understand Julie can be too. Julie perhaps you should put something on?" I answered back.

"Oh daddy, we're past modesty aren't we?" Julie purred out but, moved away from Bob letting his fingers slide slowly off her butt. 

Julie's actions were having a real time affect on Bob. He swallowed hard, managing a sheepish little grin and told Julie he agreed with me. "Perhaps that would be best for now Julie." He said, giving my daughter's bare ass a little pat.

Realizing what he was doing, Bob looked at me suddenly, as embarrassment registered on his face, and quickly withdrew his hand from Julie. I looked down, trying desperately not to exacerbate the situation any more than possible and cleared my throat.

"SO Bob, could I offer you a drink?" I asked, turning away towards the kitchen.

Yes, yes please. Under the circumstances I think I could use one!" He replied.

"Julie get dressed! You gotta see the car – you won't believe it!" Becky cried out and I turned to see the pair close on one another. Bob was slowly following me but, took a moment to watch the girls, as I did.

With no show of shame or embarrassment, they embraced and hugged tightly before Becky cupped Julie's face and kissed her fully on the lips. I sighed heavily and turned away, seeing Bob's look of wonder. Moments later Bob and I stood alone in the kitchen, as I made two very stiff hi-balls. Without turning around I asked Bob to take a seat and, after a brief pause, heard a kitchen chair slide out.

"You didn't know?" I asked, finishing the drinks.

"About the girls? No – no I had no idea. I mean I knew they undressed together from time to time...Do they actually have sex together Matt?" He replied in a near, awe inspired, whisper.

I offered up the hi-ball and took a seat before answering. "Yeah Bob, yeah they do."

"My God." Was all he said, before taking a large gulp of the hi-ball.

"Too stiff?" I asked, seeing Bob's surprised face and fight for breath.

"A little...But, perfect all the same." He gasped out.

We were well into our conversation of mutual enlightenment when the girls came in. It was obvious Julie and Becky had only one thought on their minds. Their sojourn had taken them to Julie's room. An obvious fact, as they arrived wearing only scanty panties and unbuttoned teddy tops. Our conversation ended abruptly.

"Daddy, Becky and I would like to thank Mr. Arnold. Her car is awesome and he deserves to be..."

"Thanked properly! Would you like to watch Mr. Benson?" Becky finished up, as the girls stopped side by side next to Bob, grinning.

Bob was flabbergasted and I was just as speechless, when the girls each grabbed an arm and tugged him off his chair. Bob gave me a "help me" sort of look, over his shoulder, as they led him off. 

"Girls – girls, I don't think this is the time or place for kind of thing!" I heard Bob protest, as the trio exited the kitchen heading for the living room. What neither of us realized is that Julie and Becky weren't intending to have sex with Bob, at least not then. 

When I finally arrived in the living room I found Becky making sure the front door was locked and the lighting was turned down. Julie was eagerly pulling Bob's pants down and when she had finished she shoved him into the easy chair. I waited and watched at the entrance to the room, barely breathing, as Julie closed in on Becky. Bob sat with a white knuckled grip on the chair, watching the two girls close lips and swaying to the music Becky had started.

They stood directly in front of Bob, their tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths, as their hands roamed over each others breasts. Their soft moans barely audible over the music, they broke lip contact and Julie bent slightly to suck in one of Becky's nipples, as they gently swayed to the music. I swallowed, with great difficulty, and turned away. When I returned, I handed Bob another drink and silently went to sit on the sofa.

Their dance of sex continued for Bob's enjoyment – and mine. Julie slid behind Becky and, like twin snakes, her arms appeared at the soft swell of Becky's tummy, tenderly massaging it. Slowly, lightly, with swirling sensual movements Julie's hands caressed Becky's body, ending up at her breasts and hard nipples, as she nibbled at Becky's neck.

Becky moaned and shivered with delight, letting Julie have her way. In graceful, easy movements, Julie removed Becky's teddy top and then returned to roll and squeeze her hard nipples. Becky cried out in pain and pleasure, just as Julie's hands dropped away to snake down her body. Her cry made me jump and I looked at Bob's mesmerized staring face. 

They had him. I'm not even sure if he knew he held a drink in his hand. Incredibly I found myself looking down to confirm what I already knew had to be the truth. Bob's penis was standing stiff, glistening with pre-cum. When Julie's hands slipped inside Becky's panties, Bob cleared his throat. His drink came up rapidly and he downed half of the hi-ball in one swallow. They had him bad!

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined what happened next. Without a thought I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped from my pants, relieving my growing cock from its tight confines. Becky saw me and smiled before closing her eyes to Julie's roaming fingers. Bob was totally awe struck, following every move the girls made. Julie was pressing Becky's swollen labia together, making a clear wet outline against the thin panty material. An outline that grew wetter as Julie played. 

I watched Becky's head drop back against Julie's shoulder and saw her whisper something. Julie's fingers spread Becky's labia and drew slowly up that gloriously wet slit, stopping at her clit to rub and play. It was then that Julie looked at me with lust filled eyes and winked. 

Becky's belly was convulsing by the time Julie stopped her clit play to drop down and pull Becky's panties down below her knees. With gentle urging, Julie turned Becky, exposing her pert, firm, young ass. With a wicked grin at Bob, Julie spread Becky's ass cheeks and slid her tongue up that delightful crack. Becky's body shivered and quaked as Julie rimmed her hole, toying with Becky's rectum with her tongue.

Her actions must have had special meaning to Bob; I heard him groan loudly and caught him holding his shaft, taking another drink of the whiskey hi-ball. Bob was visibly shaking by then, sweat forming on his brow. I couldn't blame him. I was starting to sweat myself!

Julie held Becky's panties, helping her step from them and the girls exchanged places. It was Becky's turn. Becky blew me a kiss and winked at me, as she stood up to take her place behind Julie. Like Julie, Becky's fingers ravished Julie from behind, giving Bob a clear view of every touch and every squeeze. Pre-cum oozed from Bob's penis in a steady trickle. He finished his hi-ball and shakily set it down on the arm of the chair without looking.

Bob was so engrossed in Julie's moaning and shaking body he never saw me rise up and take his glass, nor the little pout Becky gave me. When I came back in Julie's panties were around her ankles and she was bent over, her tight firm ass pointing at Bob. Becky was standing, massaging Julie's ass with lubricant as she spoke to her father.

"Julie has a special surprise for you dad. Julie wants you in her sweet little ass – you'd like that wouldn't you?" Becky whispered and then slid two fingers inside Julie's rectum.

I damn near dropped the drinks! I gasped out and choked on my own spittle, as I set Bob's drink down, scaring Bob out of his mesmerized state. For the first time Bob realized I near naked. My erect penis was just inches from his head as I stood up-right. Bob nodded his head at Becky's question but, continued to stare at my manhood.

I shrugged my shoulders at Bob's stupid stare and moved off to sit back down. Later I would find out what had bothered Bob. Slowly, Bob returned his gaze to the girls. Julie's body glistened with sweat as Becky worked her fingers in and out of her anus. I had little doubt that Julie had been practicing for this day. It certainly wasn't the first time Becky had pleasured her in this manner judging from the enjoyment she was having.

Becky eased out her fingers and Julie stood up, a weak smile on her face, and kissed Becky hard and passionately. Breathless they parted lips and Becky smiled at her father, as she moved off towards me. Julie stood before Bob, quivering and ready for her first time. Bob took a long deep drink, as Julie dropped down on hands and knees. 

"Please Mr. Arnold – don't tease me - please!" Julie cooed out and looked back over her shoulder. 

Bob shot me a quick look, unsure of what to do. I knew what he wanted to do and nothing I could say would stop it from happening. If it wasn't here it would be at his place so I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head at him. I was going to watch my little girl's ass be deflowered by another man. Watching and wishing it was my cock.

My cock was throbbing hard when Becky straddled my legs and eased down pushing me back against the sofa back. "We're waiting dad!" Becky commented as she reached down and centered my cock between her wet pussy lips. 

"Mr. Benson wants me – don't you want Julie?" She added and slowly impaled her pussy with my shaft. With shocked fascination, Bob slid off the chair watching my penis disappear into his daughter.

Becky cried out softly when I bottomed out inside her tight vagina, pressing against her uterus. I felt every ridge inside her and that wonderfully firm muscle that would someday hold my child. When Becky started to slowly move her hips into me, Bob turned back to Julie. 

He eyed his prize and lined up his small penis with my daughters anus. He was perfectly sized for Julie's first time. Gently Bob pushed past Julie's rectal muscle and stopped, waiting for her to catch her breath. It was Julie that made the next move and pushed back, burying Bob's penis inside her ass, with one quick move. Bob was in for the ride of his life with this new anal convert. He just didn't know it. 

I closed my eyes. Becky was working my cock hard. Her breathing was labored and she knew fair well what the outcome of my cumming twice would be. I was building to that climax when I heard Julie cry out, "FASTER!" I opened my eyes to see a confused Bob. Julie had taken over, rocking faster and faster on hands and knees, slamming her ass into Bob's belly. Bob was stationary for the most part, his face contorting with his rising climax.

The girls were right about ole Bob. He obviously liked to get his rocks off but, he wasn't very good at it. Bob was the first to cry "uncle". He came inside Julie's ass, shaking and quaking with every pulse of his semen, hardly able to keep his knee stance. He held just long enough for Julie's first time. Julie dropped her head screamed out as she came, slamming hard back into Bob, squishing out his semen from her ass.

"Oh God Mr. Benson you're going to do it to me again aren't you! Ah – ah – ah, ah, ah GOD I'M CUMMMMMMING!" Becky wailed out and reached to grab my testicles.

Becky's feet were bouncing off the floor in climax when I released a hard pulse of cum deep inside her pussy. I grabbed her by the waist and helped her up and down motion, slamming her hard into my lap, driving her to a harder climax. 

Julie dropped exhausted onto the floor, leaving Bob's penis waving in the air, dribbling semen. As before, Becky launched from my lap, unable to take any more and joined Julie on the floor. A final scream came from Becky when her actions ripped my cock from her tight pussy.  

Bob dropped against the chair and shook his head in wonder. "How? How can you do that Matt?" He muttered and closed his eyes, spent from his small climax.

Bob rested easily against the chair, his eyes closed. Julie and Becky moaned softly, for a brief period, and then fell silent. I too closed my eyes, still feeling the tightness of Becky's young pussy and smiled to my self, feeling the physical exhaustion setting in. It was good feeling – no, a wonderful feeling that I wanted to go on and on.

When I opened my eyes again, Julie rested comfortably against my side and Becky rested against the opposite sofa arm, her legs propped up over mine. Bob was no where to be seen. A note had placed against my glass, on the coffee table, and with a little effort I was able to retrieve it without disturbing the girls.

~Matt, I'm shocked and amazed but, mostly grateful. Please meet me at the pub tomorrow at 3:30~

It was a short and to the point note. I crumple it and woke the girls. Without a word they got off the couch and left for Julie's room. I went to mine and continued the wild dream I was having. At some point early in the morning, Bob Arnold entered my dream. The dream turned weird and just plain silly after that.

    ~

The following day was a mixer of good and bad. It started out with my musing over the sex romp of the night before. I couldn't quite get past the fact I had allowed my own daughter to seduce me. Far more than that, the idea of actually looking forward to the next adventure unnerved me. It was so wrong, and yet it seemed so right when nudity and sexual abandon ruled our lives. 

That brief period of the day was good. The coffee, the cigarette and the quite time all worked together, as I sat enjoying the early morning sun. The souring point came with a call from Doreen. The call was civil enough, don't get me wrong. It was short, to the point and when I hung up my thoughts of a messy divorce had been laid to rest. 

Doreen simply wanted out and little else. She'd filed for divorce and would contest nothing as long as I simply signed the papers and ended our relationship. I asked no questions and simply agreed I would do as she desired. It seemed almost too easy. Still, the call soured my moment bringing me back to reality. As cold as her call was, I did agree with one thing. Besides our daughter, who was basically an adult anyway, we had but one thing between us and that was the house. Selling it made little difference to me.

I felt a bit more at ease after showering and getting ready for my day. Julie left a note on her door indicating she'd gone with Becky for the day, which brought me around to the car issue. It wasn't dead by any means and I knew after riding around in Becky's car she'd be even more instant about her wish. 'Funny – a few days ago I used the word blackmail. Now I'm looking at it as a wish!' I thought and left the house. I knew Lanesborough had nothing to offer and headed up to Clarksdale to resume my searching. 

I was pleasantly surprised. Clarksdale actually had a fairly large dealership. They didn't have exactly what I was looking for but, I was assured by the dealer that another shipment was due in within a week and he would have the red convertible model I looked for.

"College present." I told him and smiled.

"Wow, great present! Your daughter should be thrilled." He replied.

"Yeah, anything for my princess – so you'll hold the red one for me?"

"No problem Matt. We just need to do a little paperwork and with a small down we're in business. That okay with you?" 

Two hours later I was on my way back. My watch told me I would just have time to make the meeting Bob requested. I chuckled wondering what might be so important and then laughed out loud recalling Bob's exhausted comment the night before. I was in for quite a surprise.

    ~

I walked into Benny's looking for Bob and he found me. I heard his call out from a small corner booth and went to meet him. I was surprised that he had a drink waiting for me and seemed overly happy at my arrival.

"Bob. Been waiting long?" I said greeting him and taking a seat.

"No- no, not long. I was worried you might not remember and was just about to call you." He replied and held out his hand.

"Well, here I am...So what's up Bob and why the corner booth?"

I took a sip of the hi-ball as Bob explained his concern about being overheard and leaned over the table talking in a near whisper. After a short drink himself, Bob launched into why he'd asked for the meeting. 

Bob rambled on making little sense. After fifteen minutes he was only succeeding in making me feel he was positively paranoid – or worse.

"You got to believe me Matt...Those two are up to something! God help me I can't stop even though I'm sure a heavy price is coming. I damn near had a heart attach last night. Bet you didn't know that did you?" Bob replied and paused, waiting for a response. Not getting one, as I simply shook my head, he went on.




The Price of Lust Ch. 05



"This is dangerous business Matt. I thought Becky was lying to me about you and Julie, figuring she was just plying me – you know, getting me to continue with her little game. I know differently now. I was so lonely Matt...So damn lonely and she was always around teasing me. Then Julie entered the picture. It was just too much."

"I know that feeling." I finally replied back, looking at Bob's forlorn face. I took another drink before deciding I should add a bit more to the conversation.

"Bob, just what are you suggesting here? I mean I know the car thing came as a surprise but..."

"That's just the tip of the ice berg Matt, just the tip; at least where Becky is concerned. I gotta believe that Julie is involved too. You don't see it yet, do you?" He replied quickly with actual fear showing on his face.

"Bob - get a grip! The girls are just..."

"Just what for Christ sake? You're having a sexual relationship with your daughter Matt! Like me, you're fucking your own daughter for God's sake and when she's not around my daughter is more than willing to let you! And do you think for one minute Becky forced Julie join her? They could have any guy their own age! Why us Matt? Why us?" Bob blurted out a bit too loudly.

I took a quick glance around making sure the conversation wasn't over heard and then grabbed Bob's arm, squeezing tightly.

"Alright. Alright Bob you made your point – okay? Keep it down! Obviously you've been involved in this thing longer than I have. What's your theory?"

With a surprising display of strength, Bob jerked his arm away from my grip and rubbed it as he went on. "I don't know exactly but, they seem to know all too well that neither of us can walk away from their sex offerings. Am I right?"

I nodded slowly, taking in Bob's words and recalled my own thinking earlier that day.

"Becky's been talking about going public." When I raised my eyebrows in surprise Bob quickly added, "Not that way! In video – movies Matt! She told me she wanted to make a lot of money and knew just how to do it. In fact, she said that she and Julie were talking with someone but, she wouldn't tell me who. But, she made it very clear that they needed both us and they would do anything to make sure that we couldn't say no."

'Couldn't say no?' I repeated silently to myself and hailed the waitress. "I think another drink is in order – Bob?"

"Oh yeah, definitely please."

While we waited, I explained what had just happened in my life and how he and Becky had come to find Julie and me in the position we were in the night before. As I neared the end of my explanation a thought occurred to me.

"Bob, why did you stay? I mean, you went along with all of it knowing what you do – why?"

For that I received an incredulous sort of look from Bob. Something like a "you can't be that stupid" sort of look before he simply responded, I'm thinking with my dick head way too much lately. Aren't you?"

He had a point. The drinks came and we sat in silence sipping, each wrapped up in private thoughts. Finally, we both spoke out at the same time.

"Sorry, go ahead Matt."

"No you first...It's your meeting." I replied and eased back against the booth seat.

"So would you?"

"Would I what?"

"Get involved doing porno movies with the girls. Becky's been hinting at moving west and you have to sell your house. When Julie finds out it just seems like the stage is being set up, don't you think?"

I didn't answer immediately. The little man was right though. The stage was being set and I could just picture the excited meeting between the girls after Julie learned of the house sale. I wasn't sure about Bob's position but, I knew that even splitting the sale with Doreen would leave a sizable chunk of change in my pocket. 

At that point, I explained to Bob my thoughts about comparing the girls to spiders, a few day back. "They've weaved a good web Bob. I don't think they're aware how good but, it damn sure looks like things are going their way, don't you? How much worse would making a few movies be over what's been going on already? Saying no scares the hell out of me."

"Me too Matt but, I'm not like you...I'm not a sexual dynamo." Bob came back, as he nervously played with his drink.

"Ahhh, that." I said, recalling Bob's small size and lack of performance. I smiled, took a drink and added, "Bob, they're movies – nothings all that real about them and not every guy cums multiple times."

"Don't patronize me Matt." Bob replied, looking genuinely uncomfortable. 

"Wouldn't think of it. Look I gotta get going. It's been interesting Bob, to say the least, and I'll think about what you've said." I replied and moved to clear the booth. Bob looked like he was loosing his best friend and before I walked off I added one small comment, "I meant what I said Bob, get a grip. Go home, relax and...No wait, better yet – take Becky out for supper and try to feel her out a little more. See if you can get inside her thinking. I'll call you tomorrow."

I left Bob after dropping a ten spot on the table and headed home. I had a little probing I wanted to do after Julie got home. A crazy thought hit me during my drive and a smile crossed my lips. 'Porn stars huh, we'll see.' I thought.

    ~

I hurried into the house, genuinely excited. I wanted to get things set up before Julie arrived. My drive home had produced one other concrete thought. So far it had been Julie and Becky throwing themselves at two hapless, if not outright stupid, men. What would happen if the roles were reversed? I set my sights on that goal and went about preparing myself and the house.

It was eight when I heard Julie's voice saying good bye to Becky. I made one final glance around and walked to the door to meet her. I had showered, shaved and slipped into a, kimono like, house coat. With a liberal dash of cologne, I was ready for her. The door opened with a sudden burst and Julie bounced in, right into my waiting arms.

Before she could utter a word I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up, kissing long and hard on the lips. I finished the kiss and let her slide down my chest and rub against my growing cock, before I spoke.

"God I didn't think you'd ever get home! I've been thinking about you all day – can you tell?" I said and coyly looked down at my growing penis, which now parted the robe on its way to full erection.

"Daddy! My God what are you doing? You can't be doing this sort of thing! What if someone saw you?" Julie blurted out, fully taken back by my forward assault.

"What? Aw who cares Julie? You're my lover aren't you? So what if someone knows...Hey look, I've got the wine ready, the lights are turned down and I even set up a video cam! You know, so we can watch what we do later! God I'm so horny, I just want to rip your clothes off!" I replied, feigning breathless anticipation.

It was all too much for Julie. Her eyes widened, as she stepped back towards the door, a look of absolute shock registering on her face. As I moved to the left and reached out to close the door, Julie used the opening to bolt across the living room. I called out to my escaping daughter.

"Does this mean you don't want to fuck tonight? Julie where are you going – come back!" 

My words died out just as Julie hit the hallway. She paused briefly, taking one last look back. I stood, with a pleading look and my penis swaying, like a flag pole in the wind. Her eyes widened even more and she cried out, "My God daddy what's gotten in to you!" and ran off.

'So, maybe we aren't so self assured, huh?' I thought and chuckled to myself. My little plan seemed to be working. When faced with an all out amorous assault things were different, it seemed. I started to laugh in earnest at that thought and went to pour a glass of wine. 

'Well, the nights not a total loss. You've still got the porno movie and a hard on...' I thought to myself and turned on the DVD player, as I eased back against the sofa. I couldn't wait to tell Bob about the results of my plan and toyed with the idea of calling him right then. I gave up the thought when the movie started.

Well into the movie I'd decided to lend it to Bob. One of the male parts, in the movie, I felt certain he'd relate to and unlike most porno's this one had a plot – of sorts. Of course that thought brought me to think about our conversation. I was thinking the girls weren't quite as brazen and devious as Bob thought. A sudden feeling of smugness spread through me. It was a feeling that wouldn't last long.

"I'm ready now daddy. Sorry I ran off, you just surprised me is all. You know I'd love that big cock of yours in my tight little pussy, don't you?" Julie purred out, scaring me from my concentrated thought and the movie.

Jerking my head around, I saw Julie leaning against the doorway, her right arm stretched up and out, creating a seductive pose. She had put on make-up, did her hair and stripped down to a tiny set of underwear. She placed her left index finger in her mouth and sucked on it, as she made her first tentative steps into the room. Her slow and exaggerated sort of, I want to fuck you, walk ended at the video camera. 

Pulling her index finger out, she stopped to flick the end of it with tongue and caressed the camera. A grin formed on her lips as the red recording light blinked to life. "The video cam is a great idea daddy." She cooed and reached to remove her bra.

I swallowed hard thinking just how badly my plan was backfiring, as Julie cupped her tits to let them drop and bounce as she walked towards me. "Daddy you are so naughty and I love it! I can wait to watch your big penis fill my pussy...Oh my God a porno too! Daddy you are a surprise!"

Julie stopped just out of arms reach and off to the side so the video camera caught everything, smiling as she stared at my hard cock. She toyed with her panties but, never quite pushed them down. Turning to smile at the camera and place her hands behind her back, she turned slightly, side to side. It was a classic bad, little, girl pose and she spoke out, as if acting.

"What? You want to pull my panties down? But, why daddy – I've been good, haven't I?"

I was speechless, unable to respond even though the look Julie gave me was apparent she wanted me to. Julie grinned and went on with her act. She turned towards me and dropped down on her knees, as she spoke.

"What's this for daddy? If you aren't going to spank me – what's this big thing for? Is this why you want to pull my panties down daddy?" Julie asked and then out of nowhere another voice joined Julie's!

"It's okay Amy, daddy just wants take your temperature. He took mine last night and said I was fine – it felt real good too Amy. Go ahead let daddy pull your panties down." 

I gasped out, shocked at seeing Becky's nearly nude form standing behind the video camera, smiling. Julie gazed into the camera, a look of wonder on an innocent face and smiled.

"Really Lisa? Daddy took your temperature too? But, Uncle Randy took my temperature last night and daddy's therm – oma - meter looks way bigger than Uncle Randy's...Do you think I need it again?" Julie played along with the made up script, talking like a backwoods, uneducated, daughter.

"Don't know Amy but, daddy looks like he thinks you do. It's okay Amy, let him pull your panties down. I'll watch and make sure he takes it right okay?"

Julie smiled at the camera and then stood up. She turned her back and bent slightly. "Okay daddy, pull them down. Uncle Randy did say I was pretty hot last night. He had some trouble at first but, he got his therm – oma – meter in far enough, I guess, cause I was sweating pretty good when he got done. Are you gonna put more of that slick stuff inside, like Uncle Randy?"

My hands were trembling as I pushed Julie's panties down. I couldn't help but look towards the camera even though I was unsure of what look I had on my face. Becky smiled at me and winked, as she zoomed in to pick up Julie's exposed creamy white ass. Julie straightened up and stepped from her panties, giving my stiff cock an apprehensive look and then turned towards Becky and the camera.

"I'm ready daddy. Do you want me to bend over?" She asked with a slight quiver in her voice.

Not knowing how, I summoned up enough courage to speak for the first time, as I cupped Julie's young butt cheeks. "No Ju – Amy...Daddy wants to take your other temperature." I replied and bent to kiss her butt.

"My other temperature daddy?" Julie asked with quivering anticipation in her voice.

"Yes honey. Uncle Randy doesn't know about the new way – it's easier. Just straddle my legs Amy." 

"Lisa is this how daddy took yours?"

"Oh yes and he broke my fever real good! I screamed because I felt so good!" Becky called out from the camera and then added, "Daddy won't mind if I help you – will you daddy?"

"No not at all Be – Lisa, if Amy doesn't." I replied, stuttering on the name thing again.

I caught Becky making an adjustment to the video camera and walk towards us, stripping from her bra and panties. 

"Here let me help Amy. I was getting ready for daddy cause I was feeling hot again but, you look like you need it first." Becky spoke out softly as she entered the cameras range.

"Lean back and don't sit yet Amy." Becky commanded, as she reached in and grasped my stiff cock. Mindful of the camera, we would find out later that Becky had positioned herself perfectly. On zoom mode, the camera caught Julie's delicate pussy as her lips parted and Becky's hand as she wiggled my cock head between Julie's labia.

"Okay Amy, all you gotta do is ease down and daddy will do the rest..."

    ~

My plan failed! Oh God did it ever fail and the girls now had video evidence! And what glorious evidence it was. When I finally drifted off to sleep that night I wondered how I would ever explain this to Bob.



The Price of Lust



"God I can't – reach – that – damn – box!" She remarked in an exasperated tone, ignoring the fact I'd entered the room. "Can you help me please?"

"Becky, what in God's name do you think your doing?" I gasped out, stopping in mid-stride.

I watched stupefied, as Becky relaxed her efforts and turned her head to look at me. It was almost too much. She turned half way giving me a profile of her right breast, as she smiled coyly and I felt my body stiffen.

"Nothing Mr. Benson, why? I'm just trying to reach the soap box...would you mind helping me?"

Her words came out slow and measured. Each one having a drawing effect on me and before I realized it I was standing next to her, staring at her hard nipples resting atop her tits. 

"No – not that. You're naked, why are you...naked Becky?" I mumbled, unable to take my eyes off of the melons I so wanted to squeeze.

"Oh that! I thought I'd wash my stuff while I was at it." She replied, as a slight blush crept across her face and then added, "You don't mind do you?"

"Mind? Me? Ah no, I guess I don't mind but..."

"The soap box. Can you reach it for me? I mean, after your done looking." Becky purred out, stopping my remark.

Like someone caught daydreaming, I snapped out of my stupor and shook my head. Becky winked at me and placed her hand on my arm and moved slightly closer.

"I'm glad you like them. I was hoping you would and actually I was hoping you might want to..."

"Touch them?" Her pause was dramatic and sent me over the edge.

Small goose bumps rose on her tits as she finished and an involuntary quiver went through her small body. I stood there with my mouth wide open, unable to respond.

"Well okay, if you don't want to that's okay but, I still need the box. Mr. Benson?"

Becky started turning towards the cupboard just as I brought my left hand up to cup the bottom of her right breast. It was electric. The softness was incredible and the heat from her young tender breast seemed to burn my fingers. Becky stopped her turn and looked at me, a large smile growing on her face.

"I knew you would. Nice isn't it? Squeeze it – go ahead you'll really like it." She said softly, continuing to beam her smile at me.

My fingers slowly closed around her soft flesh, making her nipple even more pronounced. It seemed to beg – to call out to me – it wanted to be sucked and my lips started to tremble. 

"Ahem...Mr. Benson? The box? You can squeeze them both but, I need the box first, okay?" 

Like the closing of a door in the wind, my daydream slammed shut and I quickly released Becky's breast. The pink skin was reddened where my fingers had squeezed her and her breast bounced lightly. Embarrassed, I gave her a sheepish grin and reached for the box. Becky relieved me of the soap box, holding her small hands on mine a bit too long.

She puckered her lips, blew me a kiss and turned to ready the washer, as she commented,

"Give me a few minutes okay. If I don't start this Julie will be pissed."

It was as if nothing had happened. My fingers were still hot from her touch, my breath was short and shallow but, Becky gave absolutely no indication she was standing next to me near naked and had just allowed me to feel her tit. With a cute little grin, she turned around to finish what she started. I turned and walked away.

My mind was whirling by the time I hit the doorway. I turned back, as a question formed on my lips but, I never asked. I caught Becky bent over, her thong panty was just clearing her knees and she was humming to herself. My mouth went totally dry, as I stared at her brown swirl and her puffy pussy lips, peeking out just below her rectum. 

When the thong hit the floor, I coughed – then started to choke. Quickly I turned back towards the door and left, hurrying for the kitchen. I'm not sure if the first glass of water ever touched the lining of my throat but, the second did, as I fought to gain some control. 'A beer, sweet Jesus I need a beer!' I thought and uttered at the same time, nearly a curse in its tone. 'Fuck this is insane – you can't do this, you can't!' 

The first, smooth, gulp of beer calmed my nerves but, not my shaking hands. I tipped the bottle for a second just as Becky walked into the room. She stopped and leaned against the door frame, wearing one of Julie's short robes, untied and open in the front. The second swallow went down hard, temporarily catching at my Adam's apple, as I held the bottle in place, staring at Becky. She crossed her arms, just under her ample bosom, and smiled at me.

"So where were we? Oh yeah...I think you were feeling me up. I'm not sure about you but, I liked it. Want to continue? You are up for it Mr. Benson, right?" She cooed, looking directly at my crotch.

I started to lower my beer without tipping it back, spilling beer down my chin, and jumped back as Becky started to slowly walk towards me. "Shit!" I muttered, backing up into the counter. I was trapped.

Becky looked at the wall clock and then returned her lusty eyes back to me. She smiled and closed the distance. At the end, she held up one arm and placed her hand on my chest as she whispered,

"It's okay Mr. Benson. I won't tell a soul and besides I'm asking you to. I think you really want to and I really would like to feel your..."

"Jesus Becky NO! I can't – my wife for God's sake! And Julie - Julie's coming home any minute!" I stammered out.

Becky kept her composure and the smile which had turned wickedly cute, as she shook her head.

"Nice try but, no dice. Doreen won't be home until after mid-night and Julie, well let's just say she's delaying for reasons we discussed. We have plenty of time Mr. Benson. Would you like to watch another movie?"

Becky slid her hand down my chest and, with uncommon ease, her fingers slipped inside my jean waist band. I shuddered and gasped aloud, feeling her small finger tips toying with the top of my stiff cock. The "ease" was an illusion. I had sucked in my breath, creating a gap with my stomach that she took advantage of. Obviously she'd practiced the movement and enjoyed the benefits. 

"Umm wet already. I kinda figured but, just had to know." She whispered and brought her eyes up to look into mine, as she added, "I'm getting wet too. You can feel if you like."

I dropped my beer bottle. I'd like to say it slipped but, nope – I dropped it. With an amazing show of agility and speed, Becky snatched it in mid-air and smiled at me, as she took a long sip and slowly removed her fingers from my jeans.

Ga-Ga? Hell yes I was Ga-Ga! I couldn't talk and felt paralyzed. 'It can happen. It can happen to a normal guy!' I thought, as Becky turned around, raised the robe and pressed her firm, bare, ass into my crotch. She bent over and leg squatted twice, leaving a wet trail of pussy juice on the front of my jeans.

"Now that we're both wet...what about that movie Mr. Benson? I'll make it worth your while, believe me." She purred, turning her head around to look at my shocked expression.  

I wanted to touch her more than ever but, she moved just out of arms reach, toying with me. The robe had dropped back down and she clutched the front halves, opening one side, closing it, and then opening the other, flashing her nude body at me. Her soft giggling sent delirious waves of lust flowing through me and I lunged forward trying to grab her. Quick and agile, Becky eluded my grasp, as she flipped the robe upper half down, baring her breasts.

"They're all yours Mr. Benson! You can play with them all you want but..." She giggled out, jiggling her tits just in front of my out stretched hands.

"But what? What?" I choked out in a pleading voice.

"I want to see your dick – show me your big cock Mr. Benson!"

I stopped my pursuit and stood in front of Becky, fumbling with my jeans. Her wanton, lusty, green eyes sparkled, as she moved closer and licked her lips. In a soft whisper she urged me on, patiently waiting for my shaking fingers to unsnap my jeans. With difficulty, I managed to undo my jeans and shoved them down around my knees. Becky's eyes widened and her small hand went to her lips as she took in the bulge in my tidy whities. My entire body was quivering. Nervousness, uncertainty and near desperate anticipation of Becky's touch all added to my body language.

"Mr. Benson! Is all that for me? I had no idea you liked me so much Mr. Benson!" 

I was blushing. I had to be, judging by the heat I felt across my face. I grinned, a nervous grin, and started to reach for my underwear. I'd gone this far and if she wanted to see my dick then by God I would show her.

"No! No stop! Let me do it...please?" Becky cried out, as she reached to stop my hands.

Forgetting the loosened robe, Becky dropped to her knees, letting the rob fall to floor. She placed her hands on my quivering belly and slowly trailed her fingers down to grasp the waist band of my underwear. Gently she pulled out, freeing my pre-cum soaked cock head and gasped, as she slid my underwear down to join my jeans. My stiff prick was waving directly in front of her lips, went she looked up. She wet her lips, drawing her pink tongue across them, as she placed a single finger on my sensitive cock head and drew it down my full length.

"Doreen must love this thing! The veins are so full...it's incredible Mr. Benson! Would you mind if I sucked it? I really want to suck on it...can I?"

I was dumb struck and mumbled I wouldn't mind, as I watched her small fingers wrap around my shaft. That wicked little grin came back and she pulled my cock towards her waiting lips. Her tongue darted out, quickly licking off the pre-cum, and then parting her wet lips, she wrapped them around my head, sliding down over it in an excruciatingly slow manner. My knees were starting buckle by the time she finished. She released me with a small popping sound and giggled. Before getting up, Becky held my jeans and underwear, prompting me to lift my legs and feet out.

"For what I have in mind I think you'll want to be free of these." She commented, tossing my clothes aside, as she stood up.

"Oh yeah - the shirt has to go too!"

I ripped my t-shirt off as Becky pressed her soft belly into my stiff cock and grabbed my hips as she moved in sensuous little circles with her hips. I was burning up. My body was on fire and every nerve ending was alive – alive for her touch. I reached down, grabbing her waist, and lifted her onto the kitchen table. Becky laughed and dropped back on the table, spreading her legs wide.

"Mr. Benson! You are a horny old man! Are you really going to do me on the kitchen table? You wouldn't put that big dick of yours into my little pussy right here...would you?" She whispered, sounding more like begging than a question.

Twelve years of marriage had done nothing to prepare me for the lustful feelings I now had. My love life with Doreen was satisfying but, the youthful – I wanna fuck now – feelings had long faded away. I didn't even know I still had them until I looked down on Becky's body, quivering on the kitchen table. It was just too much when Becky rose up slightly, wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pressed it between her wet pussy lips. She moaned out, looking at my dark shaft lying between her puffy white lips and I groaned, fighting the release building in me. 

I wanted to break contact before I exploded but, it was too late. Rocking back I watched in shock as my cock slid down between her wet lips and I released a long creamy ribbon of cum. It arced above Becky's belly and landed between her tits! I couldn't believe she'd made me cum with so little effort and groaned out even louder. I stood between her legs, holding on to her hips and moved my hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy with my shaft until I released all of my pent up lust.

Talk about premature ejaculation! The embarrassment I felt was indescribable but, Becky didn't seem to mind at all. She laughed softly as I came and held my penis in her slit, watching every spurt shoot from my cum hole. 

"God Mr. Benson! That was a load...holy shit!" She whispered, almost in awe over the creamy mess covering her tits and belly, adding, "So, I guess I have to wait for you to fuck my pussy? I mean, you do want to fuck me don't you?"

I hadn't cum twice in years. I lifted my head and stared into Becky's green eyes and saw the pleading look. I nodded my head and in a raspy voice told her exactly how much I wanted to fuck her, adding I was sorry for coming so fast.

"Hey, it's okay – really! It happens a lot actually, don't worry about it." She replied, as she rested her legs on my shoulders.

Her comment made me feel worse. She'd just compared me with her inexperienced, young, fuck mates. With a few words she had transported me back to my youth and I silently prayed I could revive and grow hard enough to satisfy her youthful lust.  

I eased Becky's legs down, swearing under my breath. God I wanted to fuck her but, my limp pecker hung down dripping cum, acting like it had just run a marathon and I knew waiting was all I could do. Becky sat up and hugged me, pressing her breasts into my chest and sighed. 

"Hey, you go in and find us a good fuck flic, it'll help. I've got to change out the clothes. I'll be there in a flash!" She commented in a bubbly voice and pushed me back to slide off the table.

Becky waited as I retrieved the robe from the floor and then slipped into it, before walking off. She walked easily on the balls of her feet, making the back of the robe flip up and down, creating a peep show of her ass with each step. I watched until the hallway swallowed her up and then turned for the living room, sighing to myself at the loss of her naked beauty.

'Maybe she's right.' I thought but, I was no where near coming to life again, as I took a seat and began channel surfing. I heard the muffled sounds of Becky changing out the clothes, in the back round, and smiled to myself. I started to wonder if Becky would be willing to make other laundry day visits. The idea was exciting to say the least but, deep inside I knew this was a one time affair, allowed only by circumstances that probably would never happen again. 'Christ stiffen up would you!' I cursed under my breath looking at my limp pecker.

I settled on a voyeur flic, The Peeper, and settled back watching a video cam view panning in on an unsuspecting woman getting undressed. It was obviously staged but, still it had the effect intended. It brought to mind the countless times I'd seen the open curtains of neighbor's houses. It was only natural to wonder. Becky returned fully dressed and I grew instantly embarrassed. It was one thing being nude with her; it was totally another thing being the only one nude. 

"Taking my advice I see. Find anything good?" She asked.

"Ah...no – no not really, just this voyeur thing." I replied, trying to cover myself. Strangely, her being dressed was having a mental effect on me and I felt my cock starting to grow.

"Wow, you're into all kinds of kinky shit – huh?" 

The redness crept across my face, again. I wasn't too sure what she was doing but, it looked as if she was getting ready to leave. Feeling very much like some kind of degenerate flasher, I stood up and began making my excuse to go dress.

"What? No, please not on my account! You're getting hard again aren't you?"

It was a rhetorical question - it had to be, as Becky stood next to me watching my penis enlarge. At half mast, when she made the comment, my penis jumped enlarging more. For the first time in years I wanted to cum twice. The skin tightened around my cock and I felt the sensitivity return to my cock head.

"Umm, I knew you wouldn't let me down. I'm ready if you are." 

"But, I thought you were –"

"Not with you sporting that thing! I mean, I'll leave if you don't want to..." 

The coy look and hanging comment made me want her even more and when she turned to walk away I snapped my hand out and grabbed her arm. After briefly hesitating, looking away from me, Becky turned her head around with a lusty look and dropped her eyes taking in the wetness growing on my cock head.

"Good thing I'm not wearing any panties. You look like you're ready for business. Sit down Mr. Benson."

I released her arm and, like an obedient dog, sat back down on the couch. Becky waited, watching me, and then took two, slow and deliberate, steps towards me, as she raised her short skirt. Without realizing it, I held my stiff cock upwards, as Becky raised one leg onto to the couch, displaying her sweet, young, pussy lips.  

"Put your fingers inside me Mr. Benson. Get me wet." She cooed out, holding her skirt with one hand.

I reached out and trailed one finger down her slit, feeling the electric charge between us. When I added a second finger, spreading her lips, Becky moaned softly. Her two inner petals filled with blood quickly and emerged glistening with moisture. They were like Christmas ribbons, ripping through her slit. Her clit started to enlarge, peeking out as it grew to a wonderfully large size.

"Deeper Mr. Benson – now - push your fingers in deeper!" She cried out, when I toyed with her growing clit.

Engrossed with her pussy, I didn't notice that Becky had lifted her top, exposing her breasts again. I was sweating and eager to have her wet pussy devour my cock when I looked up and found Becky squeezing her tits, with her head tipped back. Her legs were shaking when she finally dropped her head down and cried out,

"I'm ready Mr. Benson! I want that big dick of yours buried in my little pussy!"

Without waiting for a reply, Becky moved to stand over me, placing her other foot on the couch. Squatting slowly, Becky dropped down to find my waiting cock. I was shaking wildly as my cock head disappeared between her tender lips. She swallowed me with ease and the feeling was incredible. Becky was now on her knees, easing back to fully set on my lap. Her soft groans turned to moans, as she took my full length with eyes closed.

"My God Mr. Benson, I've never had such a big one!" She cried out, opening her eyes and then clamped hard on my cock with her vagina muscles.

"Sweet Jesus!" I mumbled and grabbed her hips, as she started to rock.

"No – no suck my tits!" Becky moaned, pulling my hands away and up to her waiting tits.

Becky rocked gently, fucking my cock, and leaned in offering her stiff nipples to my waiting lips.

"I'm going to fuck you real good Mr. Benson. I'm going to make you think of me every time you sit at the kitchen table. I want you think of my bare little pussy and your cock shooting cum out all over me every time you sit down to eat." She whispered, increasing her hip action.

Had I not cum earlier, I surely would have right then and there. She was right. She would be on my mind. Every time I sat down at the table I saw her lovely vision before me, naked. Wet slurping sounds reached my ears as Becky worked my cock at a feverish pace, growing nearer to cumming. Small beads of perspiration formed on her temples and her green eyes grew wild with lust. 

"Oh God – Oh God – Ah, yeah – yeah Mr. Benson!" She screamed out loudly and released a gusher of pussy juice. 

With arms tightly wrapped around my head, Becky crushed into me, humping my dick as she climaxed over and over. Miraculously, I wasn't there yet and rode out her passionate storm. Slowly, her hips stopped moving and she collapsed, spent from her hard climax and sighed out heavily.

"Jesus I've never cum that hard! Your cock, your cock..."

I eased Becky off my lap, ignoring her protest and stood up. My cock was dripping wet but, stiff and still ready for action. Gently I pulled Becky up; guided her to the arm of the couch and bent her over. She didn't resist and placed her hands on the arm, spreading her legs.

"I want more. Please Mr. Benson...more please!" She moaned, as I flipped up her skirt.




The Price of Lust



I granted her wish. Becky's tits swung wildly as I pumped her pussy, making my balls slap into her legs with every thrust. I was building to my second climax and it felt wonderful. Becky shook her head side to side, crying out to fuck her – fuck her good. She, too, was building towards a second climax. I felt it in her hips, they were starting to quiver and her chest heaved with labored, hot, breaths as I closed in on my release.

"Fuck me! Oh God fuck me hard! I need it, do it now Mr. Benson!"

"Argh...Fuck I'm cumming!" I cried out, just as Becky climaxed, sending another hot stream of juice down our legs.

With incredible will power, Becky clamped down on my cock, making me work harder to push and pull. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. My entire body was alive and quivering as I released my load into her eighteen year old vagina.

A heat wave over took me and I pulled away quickly, thinking I would faint. Becky screamed out and turned around, dropping down. My cock head disappeared between her lips, as she sucked away whatever I had left and I stood, unable to stop shaking, begging her to stop. Finally, she released me, licking cum from her lips as she stood.

"That was the best anyone has ever fucked me. Julie will never believe me!"

"What? Oh God NO! Becky you wouldn't..."

"Just kidding!" Becky giggled and stretched up to plant a tender little kiss on my lips.

As my heart rate slowed, Becky turned away to adjust her clothes. She made a simple comment – she had to go. Just like that it was over. Stunned, I stood there naked, looking at the mess on the couch and floor, my mouth wide open.

"Let Julie know if you want your "laundry" done again!" Becky's bubbly voice called out, as she opened the front door, and then added, "Sorry I can't stay to help clean up the mess. I should have told you I was a squirter!"

I jumped over the finality of the closing door. I was alone, naked and mentally shaken over the pure sex adventure, just ended. Sexual enjoyment aside, no one would possibly believe an ordinary guy would ever get so lucky. A smile formed on my lips as I thought, 'But, they should! My God, it can happen to an ordinary guy!' 

I cleaned up, dressed, and hurried back to clean up the mess made by Becky and me. I was nervous and wasn't sure entirely why. I had a good cover story for Doreen and felt confident she'd probably not even notice in the first place. After a while it dawned on me – it was Julie. Thought after thought raced through my head, as I nervously waited. 

'Christ, what did she know? How much did she know? You trusted Becky! My God Matt how stupid can you be?' 

My heart jumped into my throat when I heard the front door open. It felt like it was trying to make a hasty escape, when Julie passed through the kitchen. She smiled, mumbled hello and kept on walking. She seemed preoccupied but, when she paused at the beginning of the hallway, my brief moment of relief came to an end.

"Dad, did Becky finish the washing?" She asked, making a half turn to look at me.

"I guess so...yeah, I think she did. Why?" I replied, feeling my cheeks heating up.

"Oh nothing, I just didn't want to deal with it right now. I need a bath."

With that, Julie walked off down the hall. I sighed with a relief unimaginable and started to nervously laugh. My body tension washed from me, as my laughter grew into a low chuckle. 'Safe you idiot – you're safe she doesn't know anything!'

"Daddy! Dad! I need you please!" Julie called out loud enough for me to hear. I walked off towards the bath, feeling very much better.

"Yeah baby – what do you need?" I yelled out through the bathroom door.

"A wash cloth, I forgot to get one. Would you mind? Doors unlocked...okay?"

'Just like her mother.' I muttered to myself and went to the linen closet for the wash cloth. I started through the bathroom door and hesitated, calling out to Julie.

"Got it – I'm coming in, okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

Julie was in the shower with her hand protruding from the partially open door. Her fingers wiggled frantically, waiting for me to place the cloth in her hand. As I placed the cloth in her hand, she clamped her fingers tightly on mine, holding me.

No one would have believed the range of emotions that went through me, as I heard Julie's next words.

"Your secret's safe with me...Becky said you were great."

I tensed in shock, not knowing how to respond. Julie squeezed a little harder, making her paused comment even more intense.

"What honey? Safe? What...what are you talking about?" I replied in a crackling voice of nervous stupidity.

"Oh Daddy! Don't play coy with me! Becky was beaming when she came back – twice daddy? Wow!"

Julie released my hand. One thought went through my head instantly, 'Jesus God in heaven – I am so fucked!' 

Shaking and starting to sweat, I started to walk away on very unsteady legs when I heard the shower door open. I hesitated in mid-stride hearing Julie's soft laughter and cringed. There was a price to pay here, I knew it. I just didn't know when or how much.

"Daddy...before you go there is one little thing."

'Here it is – God I knew it!' I turned slowly, as my mind raced and replied, "Yes Julie, what is it?" 

My lower lip trembled when I saw my daughter, half exposed in the shower door way. Absently soaping her left breast, Julie slowly raised her head and stared into my eyes, smiling.

"A car daddy. I really do need my own car – a bright red one would be nice, don't you think? Oh yeah...Becky said she'd do your laundry again, any day – just let me know okay! And by the way, did she tell you she loves it in the ass?"

I swallowed hard, standing silent, like a statue, my mouth dropping open, as Julie winked at me. I started to raise my hand in protest, when the shock wore off but, Julie ended my attempt quickly.

"Oh yeah, one last thing – my back daddy, I'd love it if you wash my back. I know you won't mind – right?"