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Love You, Daddy! Ch. 01

By: BiscuitHammer



"Hey, babe, whatcha doin'?" Karli asked as she sauntered into my bedroom. I smiled up at her from my bed, putting my book down. She knelt and gave me a kiss on the cheek, something one would expect from girls who had been besties for a long time. 

"Namuch, just the stupid calc homework." I replied. "I hate this shit." 

"Ugh, you and me both," she agreed as she flopped down on the bed beside me, staring at the ceiling. "Absolutely the wrong way to be spending my summer, doing extra courses for credit." 

"So, you and Jer are not having fun anymore?" I posited, smirking at her. 

"Nope, he turned out to be the dud you warned me he'd be," she sighed. "I mean, his dick was alright, but he was turning into a little drama queen. Who's got time for that crap? The fucking wasn't good enough to make it worth putting up with." 

I giggled at her discomfiture. We didn't have any online lecture classes on Tuesdays, so I'd elected to catch up on my studies in my room, rather than head across town. I frowned as I noticed her outfit. "What's with the nostalgia?" 

She half-sat up and grinned, waving a hand in front of herself as if I had never seen it before. It was our old high school dress uniform, complete with blue blazer and pleated tartan skirt. "I just wanted to see if I was still sexy in it, so I wore it around." 

I laughed. "You're such a huge slut. And yes, you still look hella sexy in it." 

"You don't think my boobs are too big for it?" she asked, indicating her bust, the top of which was swelling out of the tight white shirt. She clearly couldn't button the blazer anymore. 

"It's only an improvement if they are," I said soothingly. "Remember how baggy the uniform was when we first tried it on?" 

"Yes," Karli muttered somewhat darkly. "Took me forever to get a boy to fuck me because you couldn't see my body underneath all the material." 

"Never stopped me." I said softly, looking at her slyly. 

"Well, you always were my favourite fuck all through high school..." she purred as she knelt in front of me, her eyes warm with desire. She gazed up and down my body- I was wearing a long shirt as a nightie, with some panties underneath. She took hold of the hem of the shirt and I lifted my behind slightly, allowing her to wiggle it up to my hips. 

"Got some urges that need looking after?" I breathed, suddenly feeling the flush of warmth that accompanied arousal. Math could wait. Fucking Karli now took precedence. 

"What can I say, you bring out the lesbian slut in me," she replied, sidling closer on her knees. "I didn't even plan to fuck you when I stopped by, but seeing you splayed shamelessly on your bed like this just got me going." 

"Well, who am I to trivialize your needs?" I moaned as she leaned in and kissed me, her hands on either side of my torso now. I was propped up on a few pillows, so we were face-to-face while she knelt. Lips parted and tongues tangled in an intimate and familiar greeting. The flush of warmth over my skin made me acutely aware of how wet I was quickly becoming. I could feel her breasts bump into mine as the confines of her white school blouse failed to contain them. 

"God, I love your tits," I whispered through our kiss as I reached up and cupped them gently through the material of her shirt and bra. "They're so damn big now." 

"Just like yours," she murmured back, pressing closer to me. "Remember sneaking into the developing room in the arts wing and rubbing them together?" 

I shivered at the memory, grasping her breasts harder. "Shit, yes, but... do you have time to fuck? Don't you have your weekly lunch with your mom in an hour?" 

"We'll make it a quickie," she said, finally breaking the kiss as she reached down to lift her skirt. "It'll gimme something to think about while she blathers on about work and whatever cute new boy in the office caught her eye." 

I loved Karli to death, but it was fairly obvious where she got her free and easy attitude concerning fucking from- her mom was, or at least would be if she took care of herself, a cougar, always on the prowl since her most recent divorce. The problem was, she was not working out or maintaining her body, so fantasizing was likely all she had left. 

Not so with Karli. Her daughter was smoking hot and made me so damn wet. "So what do we want to do, then?" 

"It's been a while, but..." she murmured. She knelt close to me and pulled my hips close. She pressed her panties to mine and began rocking back and forth. There was already a small wet spot on our panties and they were growing. 

"Mmmmm..." I moaned as she leaned in and kissed me again, taking her face in my hands. We squirmed our panty-covered pussies together, feeling our gooey lips meeting through the sticky fabric. We'd done this countless times before, something quick and easy to do with little evidence of our misbehaviour. We'd done it at school more times than I could remember, pulling one another into empty classrooms, locker rooms or just the janitor's closet, lifted our skirts and squirmed our cunts together until we came. 

"Fuck, you feel so good," Karli whispered through the kiss. "Gimme your tits..." She hiked my nightshirt up even farther to expose my breasts, while I undid her bra and pulled her shirt off, freeing her tits from their confines completely. With a shiver and a gasp, we pressed together hard, nipples poking and brushing over one another. 

I ground my hips in circles against hers, watching as the wet material of our panties clung together. I could feel her pussylips mushing against mine through the underwear, the sensation sending thrills through me as we fucked. 

She reached under my behind and pulled me closer until I was in her lap while she knelt. I wrapped one leg around her waist, keeping my puss pressed against hers while we writhed. Our mouths met hungrily and tongues plunged as we kissed. My hands roamed over her back and down to her ass cheeks while she caressed mine with increasing fervour. It felt so good to be fucking Karli again, it felt like forever, even though it had only been two weeks, at most. We were never too busy to fuck one another. 

She tossed her head back and panted as she ground and squirmed against one another, not trying to prolong anything. We just wanted to cum together, as quickly and as hard as possible. Warm sweat was forming on our bodies and we began to tremble, feeling the exquisite buildup. 

"Fucking fuck..." she grunted through clenched teeth as she pressed her cunt harder into mine. "Gonna cum so hard!" 

"Me too!" I panted, meaning it. My body was on fire and I would have to work hard not to scream as I came. "Cum with me, Karli!" 

The floodgates opened and we kissed in a frenzy, screaming into one another's mouths. We pressed our pussies together so hard I thought our hips would crack from the pressure. I could feel our warm cum soaking our panties and mixing together between us. We rocked and ground with abandon, desperate to feel every single sensation of delight crackle through us. 

We both fell backwards, panting heavily, our legs still locked, panties glued to one another. I gently caressed my breasts, bringing myself down from the incredible sexual high. I could feel Karli trembling still. I loved watching her cum, since she always looked like she was having a seizure made of pure pleasure. My own orgasms, while equally powerful, were not quite so visually dramatic. 

"Holy shit..." she said breathlessly, still on her back. "That was a good one. Panty-fucking always did give us amazing orgasms, didn't it?" 

I nodded. "I've tried it with other girls and it's great and all, but never as good as it is with you." 

"Mmmm, good to hear," she purred as she reached down and stroked our sopping panties. "God, I love that..." 

We stayed like that for a few minutes more before getting up and cleaning ourselves off. Karli hadn't brought any spare panties, so she borrowed one of my pairs, but not before insisting I wear them for a few minutes so I'd be with her during lunch. 

I was putting on a fresh pair of panties when I noticed her looking out my bedroom window and into the garden beyond. Something seemed to have her attention. 

"What are you looking at?" I asked as I pulled on a shirt, thinking it was time to get dressed for the day. 

She had a pensive look on her face. "Is your dad okay?" she asked. I tilted my head in confusion before going to see for myself what she was talking about. Sure enough, my dad was sitting in a chair in the backyard, a book in his lap. But he had his fingers pinched over his eyes, as if he was lost in deep thought. 

"I guess so," I said uncertainly, still not sure exactly what she meant. Karli was a rather sensitive soul about other people and how they were doing. "I mean, he looks like he's thinking about something. What's wrong with that?" 

"It's not what he's doing, it's how he's doing it," she replied. "Or, well... more to the point, it's about how he's trying to not show it." 

"Okay, even for you that was pretty out there," I pointed out. "Can you be a little more straightforward?" 

"You're mom's been dead for just over a year now, right?" she stated. I nodded, since Karli knew as well as I did that it had been a year and change since mom was killed. I'd been devastated and she'd been my closest friend through that awful time, always at my side, consoling me. 

"You've gotten over it mostly," she said quietly, still watching him for something. "I... I don't think your dad has." 

I considered that for a moment and then shrugged. "What's he supposed to be acting like? Happy and bouncy?" 

"No, I just think he's hiding how hurt he really is, Evie," she clarified. She was obviously concerned, because she never used my name or even a diminutive of it unless she was serious. "I think he is every bit as raw and agonized as the day it happened. Something in his eyes, something behind them. That man is so lost and lonely..." 

I put my hand over my mouth and my eyes stung as the tears came. I'd cried plenty of tears for my loss, for my mother, but I don't think I had recently considered how my dad was truly feeling these days. I mean, yes, he obviously missed her, but was he really that lost without her love in his life? 

"He puts on a good show," she continued. "He's the same, helpful, cheerful guy he always was, at least on the surface. But I think it's a show, a shield. He's protecting himself, concealing the hurt from everyone." 

"Even me?" I asked, horrified by the thought. 

"Especially you," she said softly, turning to look at me and taking my hand. "You're the only thing he has left in this world and he feels like his agony is weakness. He can't be that in front of you. I'm no psychic, Eve, but I'll bet if you watch closely, you'll see I'm right. I don't want to be, but I am worried for your dad." 

"How long have you been?" I asked. 

"A few months," Karli admitted. "But I didn't want to say anything until I was sure I was right." 

"But.. if I'd known a few months ago, maybe I could have done something to help him," I murmured, not mad at her but needing to vocalize the point. "I've had all my friends supporting me and he's had almost nobody that way. What if I could have done something earlier?" 

"What would you have done?" she asked softly. 

"I... I don't know..." I admitted, gazing out the window, down at my father. 

*** 

"Hi, Mister Sturm!" Karli called out as we walked by my father, hand-in-hand. He took his fingers away from his eyes and focused on us for a moment and then smiled pleasantly. 

"Hey, girls," he said cheerfully, as was normal for him. "Karli, you staying for lunch?" 

"Oh, no can do, sir, but thanks for the offer," Karli chirped, smiling back. "Lunch with my mom, highlight of my week- not." 

"Now Karli, your mom's a very nice lady," my dad replied, rising and smiling at us. "She's just... a little frisky once in a while." 

Karli raised an eyebrow. "Once in a while." 

"Well okay, only when she's awake," my dad said, causing us both to laugh. "Not that I intend to find out first-hand, mind you." 

"I like you way too much to sic my mom on you, sir." Karli said before skipping up to him and giving him a big hug. To my dad's credit, he wasn't awkward about this unexpected display of affection from a girl less than half his age. He hugged her back for a moment and then released her. Karli kissed me on the cheek and waved goodbye as she skipped through the gate that led out of our backyard and onto a small street. 

"She's a nice girl, your friend Karli," my dad said casually as he sat back down in his lawn chair. "She always has been." 

"Duh, you've known her most of her life, daddy," I giggled as I knelt down next to his chair and took a sip of the can of soda on the little side table. I frowned as I tasted all the sugar. "You shouldn't drink this crap, daddy, it's bad for you." 

"One won't hurt," he said reasonably. "Not like I'm sucking back five or six of them a day, you know." 

"I know," I said in a soft voice. "But you're not in the shape you used to be, you've hardly worked out at all. Your metabolism won't forgive you forever at your age." 

"Well, I guess I have been rather lax for the past while..." he admitted. I noted that he didn't refer to a specific period of time, namely the fourteen months since mom had died. 

"A while?" I declared in an overly exasperated tone, my hands on my hips. "When was the last time you even did a proper bicep curl that didn't involve bringing a beer mug to your face?" 

He sighed. "I guess I have been pretty bad about it, haven't I?" he said finally. "I guess I am taking too much time with work to really think about it." 

It was a feeble excuse and we both knew it. I didn't call him on it, though, I didn't want to hurt him. Instead, I crawled into his lap and hugged myself tight to him, like I had when I was smaller and needed comfort, needed my big, strong daddy. But now it was my turn to hold him. 

"Daddy, I miss her too," I whispered, my mouth next to his ear. "I feel so bad because I wasn't alone after she died, every one of my friends gathered around me. I don't know if you got anything more than a few consoling pats on the back from co-workers." 

He said nothing but perhaps held me a little tighter. 

"Our family was no help at all, I know that," I continued. "They were all so distraught that they were useless and you had to be the person who held everything and everyone together. I can't imagine how lonely you felt and I feel awful for not noticing." 

"You were busy, babydoll," he said, stroking my hair and sending chills down my spine when he used his pet name for me. "You'd lost your wonderful, beautiful mother and you weren't even out of high school yet. If... if that... drunken bastard in that car..." 

I put my finger over his lips, my eyes stinging with tears again, but I smiled. "Daddy, I'm fine. You're right, it wasn't fair, and I am always going to miss her, and the baby brother I should have had. But I had my time to heal, everybody made sure of that. What about you? I don't think you have." 

"Evangeline, I..." 

He closed his mouth and choked back whatever he had planned to say next. I didn't know what to do, so I just did what came naturally and hugged him tight. 

"Daddy, I love you and I need you, more than ever now. But not just you being my big strong wall, I need you to be happy and whole. I can't bear the thought of you being lonely and sad, daddy." 

"I'll be fine, Evie, I-" 

"Daddy, you haven't even tried dating," I interjected, staring sternly into his eyes. "How long do you think mom wants you to wait before you allow yourself to be happy again?" 

He didn't really answer me, just kept stroking my hair dutifully, as if his non-answer was somehow sufficient. 

"I don't want you all used up making sure everyone else is okay while neglecting yourself," I said firmly. "Do you have any idea how shitty I feel for not noticing earlier?" 

He looked somewhat perplexed. "So why all this now?" 

"Karli pointed it out to me," I muttered somewhat darkly. "I mean, I always assumed you were sad, that just makes sense, but she told me that you were a lot more lonely than I was noticing." 

"Kid's too smart for her own good," he sighed. "She's a good friend for you to have around." 

"I enjoy her company." I said cheerfully. 

"Believe me, I know," he chuckled, starting to rise and letting me off his lap. He kissed my forehead and smiled down at me. 

"I'm going to take a shower, so make sure that your assignments are done, okay?" 

I hugged him tight before he retreated into the house. I sat down in the vacated chair and took a sip of his soda, perplexed at his statement about my friendship with Karli. 

Could he possibly know? 

Well, it didn't really matter, dad knew I'd had sex before and I'm pretty sure he thought I was bi. Like mom, he didn't care, as long as I was sensible about it and didn't complicate our lives. Still, the thought of him knowing about Karli and I made me blush and giggle a little as I sat there. I noticed I was a little wet, but wasn't sure whether this was left over from earlier or some new reason. I reached under my skirt and gently stroked a finger along my panties, making me shiver. Bringing my index finger to my mouth, I slid my tongue along the glistening trail. 

It didn't taste at all like Karli mingled with me. 

So why was my body aroused? 

The hell? 

*** 

I was walking down the upstairs hallway of our house. I guess you could say we were well-off and my dad worked hard, as had my mother before she was taken from us. He made a high six figures a year, although I never asked. I was also aware of getting a rather impressive sum from mom's life insurance policy, although I doubt dad spent this on our house. We'd been living here for about nine years now. 

I walked by my parent's bedroom and saw the door was open. Inside, my father was obviously taking a shower in the private bathroom they'd had. The door to the bathroom was open as well and I could hear the water running. I paused outside the door to the bedroom and listened for a moment. I could have sworn I heard my dad muttering or talking to himself. 

I don't know why I did, but I crept into the room and paused. I don't have any clue what I was doing or thinking, but I felt compelled to sneak in and felt I was drawn to that inner door. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked myself, although I noted I was not exactly attempting to stop either, more like just finding a justification for the behaviour. I noticed his boxer shorts on the floor, along with the t-shirt and flip-flops he had been wearing outside. It occurred to me that this meant he was naked, but then, what else would he be if he was taking a shower? 

What was I trying to do here? 

I moved quietly toward that door, the thrill of an uncertain taboo making my heart race. What did I expect to see? The shower stall my parents had was large and the glass that made the door treated to prevent excessive fogging. I guess so they could tease and watch one another. My parents were pretty perverted when they were together. Every once in a while, my mother would tease me by giving me sex advice to try out on my boyfriends and she could guarantee they were effective because she'd tried it with dad. 

I took hold of the corner of the door and subtly peeked around, inside the bathroom. Sure enough, there was the shower stall, along the back wall. Behind the misty, opaque glass was the imposing figure of my father. Even though he was in his early forties and hadn't worked out since mom died, he still was an impressive figure- not as taut and chiseled as he once was, but still muscular and hunky. And he had a tight, cute butt. 


Love You, Daddy! Ch. 01



I almost gasped out loud and gave myself away when he turned around. 

Holy shit, he was hung like a horse! 

How did mom die from getting hit by a car if that thing didn't kill her? Jesus, daddy... 

A watched wide-eyed, clearly seeing the outlines of his dick, even if the image of him itself was a little blurred by moisture. He was rubbing his face with his hands, his cock swinging left and right slightly as he let the water cascade over his body. 

"Fucking hell, I hope he's a shower, because if he's a grower he would tear a girl apart with that monster." 

He turned away from me again and I went back around the corner, sinking down to the floor and closing my eyes. It may have seemed inappropriate to anyone who might have seen me, but I actually felt the need to fan myself with my hand upon witnessing the baseball bat between my dad's legs. I thought I'd fucked some big dicks before with the guys at my campus or back in high school, but they were nothing compared to him. 

I knew I should have left right then, but a noise from the shower stall caught my attention. I carefully peeked around the corner again and what I saw made my throat go dry and my heart skip a beat. 

My father was leaning back against the wall and stroking his titanic cock. It was fully erect and 

I couldn't believe how big it was. Unable to look away, I just stared as he rubbed his hand up and down that massive beast. 

My father, my daddy, was jerking off. 

I became aware of a tingle, one I was confused by for a half-second before it occurred to me that I was getting turned on by watching him. I flushed in embarrassment. I mean, he's my father! What was wrong with me? 

Maybe nothing, I reasoned. After all, I was a young, healthy, sexually active woman and weren't all women turned on (and maybe a little intimidated) by enormous cocks? Even if they belonged to a girl's father? 

"Who are you thinking of, daddy?" 

I bit my lip as the tingle between my legs intensified and soon their was no denying that I was very aroused. My fingers slipped down under my shorts and began touching my wet slit. Teasing my clit, I focused past the fact that it was my father and just allowed myself to think about that enormous rammer deep inside me, reaching places that had never been touched before, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. 

The warmth bloomed in me as I could see the huge, pulsing head push between my needy pussylips, splitting them wide before sinking slowly inside, a long, single stroke that filled me until the curly hairs at the base of the cock tickled my delicate, shaved skin. I could almost feel the exquisite pull on my inner puss as the cock withdrew, leaving me begging, yearning for the next thrust. 

"Please, put it back in me, daddy!" 

My eyes snapped open as I realized what I was fantasizing about- I had tried to just imagine the cock, but I could not. I needed my father to be the one fucking me with it, seemingly. My astonishment and horror lasted the briefest of moments before I surrendered to the tingling ache in my cunt and snaked my fingers back inside, my tight tunnel swallowing them greedily. 

Through glazed eyes, I watched intently as he pumped his fist along his cock, imagining it inside me, or that it was me pumping it, or wrapping my eager lips around it and sucking him off until he came for me. I started imagining his strong body pinning me down, immobilizing me as he thrust back and forth, splitting me open with that incredible tool of his. 

"Daddy, what would your cum feel like? What it feel like in my pussy? In my mouth or going down my throat? What about on my breasts or in my ass?" 

My fingers moved feverishly inside me while my other hand began fondling and teasing my eager breasts, pinching the nipples and grazing the sensitive skin with my fingernails. I promised myself I wouldn't scream when I came, because I would die of terror and embarrassment if my father heard me. How would I ever explain it to him? 

I watched as he kept stroking, hoping we would cum together. But then I heard a grunt of frustration and he stood up straight. I could see his erection flagging and he leaned on his hands against the front wall, breathing, the water beating off his body. He smacked his hand against the wall and made another sound of frustration. 

"Lauren..." he whispered to himself. 

My hand flew to my mouth at his mention of my mother. 

"Daddy, you can't even jerk off because you miss mom?" 

My own orgasm forgotten, I slunk away from the door and exited the room quickly. I padded back to my own bedroom and sat on my bed, knees drawn up to my chest, my mind a torrent of emotions and confusing thoughts. 

Most of all, though, I just felt worse than ever for my dad. 

What could I do for him? 

***



Love You, Daddy! Ch. 02



"Heya, toots, what's up?" Karli quipped as she walked into my room. She must have immediately sensed something was on my mind, because she tossed her purse aside and sat on the corner of the bed and looked at me with concern. "Everything alright?" 

"Well, yes," I said somewhat hesitantly. "Nothing is wrong wrong, but I have an issue on my hands and I am not sure how to resolve it." 

"Well, go on, anything I can do to help. You know that!" she said, smiling. 

"This... is really awkward for me to talk about, even with you," I admitted, clasping my hands in my lap. 

"Oh, fuckballs, you're not pregnant, are you?" Karli gasped, her eyes going wide. 

"No no no," I said with a trace of irritation, waving dismissively. "I said nothing is really wrong." 

"Sorry," she said simply. "Go on." 

I took a deep breath. "You know how I'm worried about my dad, right?" 

Karli nodded. "We both are. Everyone wants to see him happy and he might be fooling most people, but not you and I." 

"He deserves to be happy," almost griped. "He's the nicest guy anywhere." 

"Well he is Canadian, so he's kinda cheating there," she quipped. I just sighed and continued. "I... I may have come across him naked the other day." 

A sly grin grew across Karli's face and she began to giggle. "Oh shit," she said mirthfully. "You saw that titanic dick of his, didn't you?" 

"How do you know about my dad's cock?" I demanded, compelling her to make a placating motion with her hand. 

"Relax, it's all good. I overheard my father talking on the phone one day about seeing your dad changing in the locker room down at the gym. He was loudly talking about the fact that it was the biggest shlong he'd ever seen in his life." 

In spite of myself, I giggled. "Given that your dad used to be gay before he met your mom, I guess he knows what he's talking about." 

"Yeah, I think my dad's jealous, he doesn't really have a shlong, he has more of a... shlort." 

We giggled together at the jest. Karli's dad was Vietnamese, her mother black, so Karli referred to herself as 'blasian'. Despite any deficiencies in her father's cock size, however, he and her mom had bred a smoking hot daughter that I counted as my best friend and loved to fuck. Karli's skin was a warm brown, as were her almost almond-shaped eyes. Her long, jet black hair had just enough kink to it to become wavy and beautiful to play with, thick and full, with tea-coloured highlights. Her breasts were nicely sized, looking large because of her small frame. She had a tiny waist, great legs and a muscular butt. Even her nose was cute as a button. Her eyes danced with excitement when she was talking about a subject that interested her. 

"Annnnd, I might as well make a small confession here," she said, looking at the bed and blushing, something her skin colour only barely allowed. "I haven't seen it, but..." 

"But..." I pressed. 

"I... well, one of the reasons I like hugging your dad is because I can feel how big it is through his pants." Karli confessed. "Like when I was over the other day? Yeah, totally used that opportunity to cop a feel." 

My eyes went wide. I didn't know whether to slap her wrist for being naughty or give her an award for her daring-do. "I don't even know what to say to that." I muttered. 

"Nothing, there was no harm done," she pointed out. "Not like he notices, and we'd both done it to boys before to check out how big they might be." 

"Yes, but this is my dad." I said somewhat emphatically. 

"Who you have now seen naked." Karli said, as if completing a sentence I had started. "So what? It's almost unavoidable in families to see one another naked at some time or another. Did you ever see your mom naked?" 

"That was different," I said reasonably. "She was my mom, we went to spas together, changed at the gym and showered together... hell, we even skinny-dipped a few times together up at the cottage." 

"Then what's the big deal?" she asked, before giggling when she realized what the answer was. "When did you see his dick, anyway? 

Now it was my turn to blush. "I... I saw him in his shower." 

She tilted her head in confusion. "Buuut, the shower is in his bedroom and the glass is all that special treated shit and ohhhh my God, you spied on him, didn't you?" 

I blushed brighter than a a lobster as I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. 

Karli adjusted herself on the bed, sat back on her hands and grinned. "You little perv. So, did you like what you saw?" 

"I don't really think that's the point." I murmured. "He's my dad." 

"And he's a total hunk," my friend declared. "I'd fuck him in a New York minute." 

"I pinched my eyes. "That's all well and good for you, Karli, but the problem is, I think I would too." 

She was silent for a moment before looking at me intently. "Go on." 

"I... heard him showering and decided to take a peek. Not even sure why, really, I just seemed compelled. I was looking around the corner of his door and then I... saw it." 

"And you were blown away," Karli mused. "Did you begin doing yourself while you watched? Wouldn't blame you." 

"Yes, but... not until after he began trying to jack off in the shower." 

"Ooh, mutual masturbation," Karli purred. "So you- wait. Did you say tried to jack off?" 

I nodded, realizing how bad that sounded. 

She screwed up her face. "Oh, please don't tell me he's got a bum dong. That would-" 

"No," I said flatly, cutting her off. "It's not that. I just think he misses my mom so bad that he can't let himself do it, you know? He tried, had a huge erection and then just gave up. And he was so frustrated, I could tell. I feel so bad for him." 

Karli said nothing for a few moments, the notion of my dad's distress and loneliness obviously bothering her. I sat still, knees to my chest and let her ponder what I was saying. "He's really gotta be hurtin'." 

I nodded. "He won't date, not at all, and he just says he's too busy to do it. But he won't work out either, he won't write. He's just so lost unless he's looking after everyone else and pretending to be okay." 

"And he's hurting so bad he can't even crank one out," she murmured. "We have to get him laid." 

"I told you, he won't date." I iterated. 

"Then it's up to us," she said simply. "We're going to fuck your dad." 

I'm not sure my eyes could have been any wider. "I... Karli, even for you, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard. I mean, it's one thing for me to have a momentary fantasy about having sex with my dad, but seriously... incest? Like fuck him and be his lover?" 

She shrugged. "That's your problem, white girl, not mine. He isn't my father." 

"And if I suddenly wanted to fuck your dad?" I demanded. 

She gestured to the door. "You know where I live, although I don't know why you'd want to- he's short and has crooked teeth. Your dad's a dreamboat, girl. Didn't you ever hear the girls in school talking about him? Or the gay guys? Even the female teachers wanted him and envied your mom." 

I clapped my hands over my ears, more as a gesture of my distress than any serious attempt to not listen. "You're fucking nuts! I can't sleep with my dad!" 

Karli shrugged and sat back, looking at me pointedly. "Well let's hear your ideas then, because I'm all out. Your dad's the nicest guy I know and he needs help. I'm waiting." 

I looked at her in exasperation. "You can't... I... we can't just... what makes you think he'd even remotely agree to anything this insane?" 

"So we seduce him," she said simply. "And no, I don't mean get him shit-faced and take advantage of him while he's drunk. He has to want us. So we'll tease him until he can't say no and then he let's out all that built-up tension and sexual frustration on us." 

Her words gave me pause. "I... if he hasn't jerked off since mom died, he's gonna be really pent up, isn't he?" 

Karli nodded. 

"And... really backed up." 

She nodded again. "That's a lot of cum. Plenty for two girls to share." 

Her logic was starting to appeal to me. That probably should have bothered me, but to be honest, it didn't. Reconciling myself to it, justifying it in my head was all that remained. Finally I nodded. I would do this and make my daddy happy. 

"Ooh, I can't believe I'm gonna get to fuck your dad!" Karli squealed. "I can't wait." 

"Whoah, keep your hoo-ha in in your holster there, sister," I said, holding up a hand. "This is going to take planning." 

"And practice," she agreed. "Now that we know how big his cock is, I'm gonna need a newer and bigger vibe to gauge myself so that he doesn't tear me apart." 

"That's my Karli," I said dryly. "Always thinking with your cunt." 

"Gotta be practical," she protested. "What if he wrecks me?" 

"Then whose fault will that be, you jiggling Jezebel?" I retorted. 

"Fair enough, but it still makes sense to take precautions. And to be honest, I'm getting really horny. Can we stop talking and do something about this itch I've got?" 

I had to admit, I was getting pretty wet too, now that we had resolved our course of action. "Where would you like to do it?" 

A mischievous twinkle entered her eye. "What about in your dad's shower? Not like he's gonna be back soon." 

I considered. There was a certain thrill to the idea. "Alright, let's do it!" I declared, taking her by the hand and running out of my room, the two of us giggling with excitement. We dashed into my dad's bathroom and began removing our clothes eagerly. I could tell she was already excited because her pussylips were glistening invitingly. 

"Oh, shit," she exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "Forgot my vibe. Stay here, I'll get it and yours!" 

She dashed naked out of the bathroom, leaving me to my thoughts about our plan. She returned a few moments later, wearing an evil grin and presenting our vibrators, her slender chrome one and my flesh-coloured toy, which I had named Viktor. She walked up to me slyly, poking my puss with the head of my vibrator. 

"Mmmmm, can't wait to fuck in the shower with you," she purred. Without another word I pulled her to me and we kissed deeply, wrapping our arms around each other. Tongues tangled as we moaned into one another's mouths. "Let's do this before I overheat and explode." 

I disengaged from our embrace and turned on the shower, the two of us giggling excitedly as steam began to creep out of the large stall and fill the room. We stepped in and let the hot water from the twin jets cascade over us. Her body shone wetly and I kissed her again, her lovely form melting into mine. Hands wandered and roamed over wet skin, her cafe-warm tone contrasting with my alabaster complexion. 

Karli knelt in front of me now, gently pressing me against the back wall. I tilted my hips forward, biting my lip in anticipation. Her dark eyes looked up into mine as she pressed her mouth to my slit, using her fingers to spread my lips wide. I groaned in pleasure as I felt her tongue snake inside me, lapping and probing hungrily. I placed my hand on the back of her head gently, rocking it as she massaged my wetness with her skilled tongue. 

The water beat down on me and I caressed my breasts with my free hand while Karli worked her magic below. My mind was transported back to one of our first times together, in the showers at our high school. We'd almost been caught, but it became something of a tradition for us after- not that Karli and I were new to one another's bodies, mind you. 

I shuddered and gasped loudly as she teased the buzzing head of her vibe along my pussylips without warning, my knees almost buckling. 

"Holy shit..." I hissed as she giggled, helping to keep me upright. I steadied myself and prepared for her next inevitable assault on my cunt. Soon enough, she slid the long, silvery length of her vibe into me, sending delicious shivers to the very tips of my fingers. I flexed my knees a little and tilted my hips forward as much as I dared while she pushed her toy in and out of me. 

"Gnnn, it's so good with you..." I groaned, loving the feelings. "Just keeps getting better..." 

"Gimme your vibe," Karli said lustily. "Wanna try something." 

Without a second thought I handed over my toy and waited to see what she had in mind. It wouldn't be the first time that she's kept one in my puss while the other one went in my ass, I loved that sensation. But what happened sent me suddenly to the floor of the shower. I nearly cried out in shock, which should have been okay since no one was home, but still, I stifled myself at the last moment. 

Both vibes were in my pussy, stretching me wider that I was used to and vibrating differently. It was absolutely unreal how it made me feel. I thought I might shake apart as I squirmed and writhed on my back, unable to control my body. 

"Augh!" was all I managed to say, my pussy a buzzing, pulsing blossom of sensation. "Karli!" 

"Ooh, why haven't we done this sooner?" she mused, using both hands to push the vibes in and out at different times and speeds. Sometimes she would let one sit deep inside while stroking back and forth with the other, but at all times they were both in me. "All the times we've fucked over the years and we never thought of this?" 

"Jesus," I grunted as she relentlessly assaulted my cunt. "Fuck, don't stop, I'm-" 

Before I could finish the sentence my pussy almost seemed to explode. The orgasm that washed over me was staggering. My head was absolutely spinning, even while my cunt felt like it was expanding with a tingling tidal wave of pleasure that filled my whole body. I couldn't feel my limbs, everything was just floating and raw cumming. 

I was breathing heavily, like I hadn't had oxygen for years. I still couldn't see straight, everything spinning and only vaguely aware of the constant buzzing in my pussy. The spattering, tingling sensation on my skin might have been the shower, or just my nerves alight with pleasure, there was no telling. It was like the most intense high you've ever had, your awareness splintered and floating on waves of colour. 

"Wow, Kar," I said finally, gaining some sense of self back. "Where'd you get that idea?" 

She giggled and shrugged. "Just came to me since your cunt was right there. But don't you dare be done already, you need to make me cum, y'know." 

"Mmmm, wouldn't dream of letting you miss out," I purred as I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Our bodies melted together beneath the cascade of water, fingers and hands roaming over wet skin. Finally I turned her around and we lay on our sides, faces nestled between each other's legs. I began kissing and licking her pussy hungrily, thrilled to taste her once again. Karli responded in kind, almost chewing on my thick netherlips in her eagerness. 

She moaned as my tongue delved deep inside her slit while my fingers teased and caressed her little puckered knot below. She shivered and squeezed as I pressed my index finger inside her ass, moaning on my clit. She loved having her ass fingered and even fucked, something I'd only done a few times and was still trying to get used to. 

"Ooooh," she breathed, removing her mouth from my clit for moment. "Can you pretend this is your dad's tongue?" 

"Kinda hard since I'd have to pretend it's my dad's pussy in my face, then." I giggled. Accepting the logic of my statement, she dove back inside me, her shameless tongue making her shudder and writhe with abandon. 

"Mmmm, yesss, fuck my ass with those fingers," she hissed, snaking two of her own fingers in and out of my slit while nibbling on my little bud. "Fucking make me cum like only you can, Evie..." 

Invigorated by her lusty words, I renewed my efforts until she was trembling and moaning loudly, her legs almost locked around my head as she drew close. I could feel my own orgasm building swiftly, brought about my her skillful tongue and teasing hands. Warm, it was getting so warm again... 

We both cried out into one another's pussies as we came together, our cunts bubbling over with cream from deep within. I wiggled two fingers in her ass and she rocked and thrashed, the tight ring clenching me in pleasure. My own pussy felt like it was dissolving in ecstasy, my clit a shooting star on top of a supernova. It never stopped getting better with Karli. 

We collapsed onto our backs on the shower floor, panting like we'd run a marathon. Our fingers of one hand knotted together while we lay still, trying to catch our breath. We must've been there a long time, because the water finally started to run cold, a delicious tingle on our burning skin. 

Wearily we got up and I turned off the water before we exited the oversized stall. We toweled one another off and gathered up our clothes, heading back to my room. Once there, we collapsed on my bed, completely naked, giggling as we kissed and cuddled. We stroked one another's hair as we whispered delicate and naughty things against one another's lips, a game we had played for many years when we felt intimate. 

My door, which was partially ajar, now swung open and in walked my unsuspecting father. 

"Evie, I-" 

I am not sure who looked more shocked, myself or my dad. He was frozen in the doorway, gaping at us, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. His eyes were always expressive and I knew that he wasn't horrified, he was just... shocked. Not by me being with Karli, he knew we were lovers and had been since we were much younger, but just being exposed to it at all. 

"Daddy!" I yelped, rising up quickly into a half-seated position and covering myself with a pillow while trying to sound outraged. I wasn't really, but thought I'd better play the part. "The Hell? Haven't you heard of knocking or at least announcing yourself?!" 

Karli didn't even try to use a pillow or my sheets to conceal herself. She merely half-sat up, like myself, and covered her breasts with her free arm while shifting her legs to hide her pussy but expose her cute bum. She was blushing but still smirking, more amused than anything. 

"I... I..." my dad stammered, forgetting to look away. 

"At least look away, daddy," I said loudly, rolling my eyes. "That way we can cover ourselves, okay?" 

Yes, sorry!" he said hastily, whirling about and exiting the room. We waited until we heard him rush down the hall to his own room and the door slammed shut before collapsing back on the bed, me in exasperation and Karli in laughter. 

"The... the look on his face..." she wheezed, her eyes tearing from mirth. "That poor man..." 

"It was pretty funny," I admitted, sighing as I put the back of my hand against my forehead, staring at the ceiling. "Guess I shouldn't be angry, I mean, we want him to see us naked and fuck us, right?" 

"And that couldn't have gone better if we'd planned it," she agreed, a huge grin on her face. "He got to see our goodies and we didn't kill him. He'll never get that image out of his mind now." 

"We'll wait a bit and then I'd better go talk to him, I guess." I muttered, rolling onto my side to face her. She laid down on her side unconcernedly, clearly not at all discomfited by what had happened, tracing a fingernail over one of her nipples lazily. 

"Hope he doesn't make us wait too long," she said softly. "I really wanna get that big, thick cock inside me, have him bruise my brain stem." 

"God, you are such a fucking pervert," I exclaimed. "I'm gonna go see my dad, you wait here. Try not to fuck my bedpost while I'm gone, okay?" 

"No promises." 

I stood and wrapped myself in my robe, doing the knot up loosely to make sure that my bust sort of peeked out beneath. I conveniently forgot to put my panties back on as well. Karli winked at me and smacked my butt as I went by her and headed down the hall to my father's room. 

I paused for a moment before rapping on the door lightly with my knuckle. "Daddy? May I come in?" 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 02



"Uh, sure..." came the uncertain reply. I opened the door and peered around it, seeing him sitting at his small desk, seemingly pouring over some paperwork. I walked over and sat down on the bed, remembering to not sit too modestly, since I wanted him to at the very least subconsciously be aware of my body. 

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry about that," I began. "Karli and I should have closed-' 

"No, darling," he said, holding up his hand. "It wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have just barged in. You're a young woman now and I cannot just assume you're my little, innocent girl anymore." 

I giggled. "Daddy, it's been a long time since Karli and I were innocent together." 

"Well, be that as it may, I still should show a little more sensitivity," he continued. "I... that was certainly awkward for me." 

"For you?" I retorted, trying to sound a little more scandalized than I actually was. "You're not the one who was flashing her father." 

"I know it was an accident, honey, it's alright," he said, turning to face me now and smiling assuringly. "You're turning into a beautiful and attractive young woman. It sounds weird, but better it was me than some horny boy, at least to my mind." 

I giggled and blushed a little. "That sounds dirty, daddy." 

"You know how I meant it," he said, allowing himself a chuckle. "I don't know if I'll ever stop being protective of you or when you'll stop being my little girl." 

"I hope I never do," I said softly, getting off the bed, crossing the short distance and sitting sideways in his lap, putting my arms around his neck. I smiled warmly. "I never want you to stop being my big, strong daddy who'll always protect me, even if that means you accidentally see me in the buff once in a while." 

He smiled and hugged me back and I gave him a loving kiss on the cheek. But then I could feel him pause as he realized something. 

"Evie, honey?" he said in what approached trepidation. "Did... did you put your panties back on before you came to see me?" 

I blushed even more. "I... no, daddy. I'm sorry, I forgot. And to be honest, I hadn't really anticipated sitting in your lap." 

"I just..." he stammered. "I... am only wearing some lounge pants and I think I can... feel you..." 

I sat very still for a moment, trying to hide the thrill I felt as I realized that indeed the only thing keeping my still-wet pussy from touching his cock was the thin satin pajama pants he had changed into when he came to his room. I was fairly certain I could feel his massive manhood stirring ever so slightly against me too. 

"Sorry, daddy," I said hastily, standing up and making a show of rearranging my short robe so that it (barely) covered my goods. The front stayed pushed open by my bust however. "I'm having a real blonde kind of day, apparently." 

"Don't worry about it, darling," he replied, rubbing his face with his hands. "I think I'll just go take a shower now." 

"Oh, well, come and say g'bye to Karli first," I said, thinking quickly. "She's about to leave." 

He looked at me quizzically. "She's here all the time, almost as often as you. Since when do I need to see her off?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Daddy, just be a good host already. I'm sure she's dressed by now." 

My dad sighed and stood slowly, as if he meant to give Karli extra time to get her clothes on. I took him by the hand and led him down the hallway, noticing that Karli had indeed vacated my room. She 

was waiting downstairs and beamed cheerfully when she saw us. She turned to speak to my father but he held up his hand. 

"No apologies are necessary, Karli," he announced. "It was my fault." 

She laughed. "You're darn right it was, sir. I was going to say you can make it up to me by having me over for dinner, but now I think you'd better just take your daughter and I out for a night on the town instead, to atone for this indiscretion." 

My father raised an eyebrow at her brazen statement, but then just sighed and nodded, knowing better than to argue. "Besides," he said finally. "Being seen with the two hottest girls in town? What guy would say no to that?" 

Karli laughed and gave him another big hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek. Not surprisingly, she made sure she was pressed to him. If there had been a rhino horn on her crotch, my dad would have been impaled on it. She then gave me a hug and a kiss and skipped out the front door, waving goodbye. 

My father watched the door closed and exhaled, almost heavily. "That girl." 

I looked at him with a smirk. "I know, she hugs with her crotch. She always has. But c'mon, you can't say it was bad." 

"That's got nothing to do with it," he replied. "I'm old enough to be her father." 

"Oh, who cares, daddy?" I said dismissively. "She's legal, age is just a damn number these days. Didn't you ever get horny over someone older than you when you were our age?" 

He didn't quite say anything. 

"Besides, I wouldn't blame you if you did get aroused, Karli's hot," I continued. "You can't help biology. You're a straight man, daddy, you're built to be aroused by that sort of thing. I mean, if Karli had sat down on your lap without panties instead of me, can you tell me that wouldn't have turned you on?" 

"I am not having this conversation with my daughter!" he exclaimed, turning away to head back upstairs. Not willing to relent, I followed him up the stairs, right on his heels. 

"Why not?" I pressed. "I'm old enough now, aren't I? And you haven't been laid in over a year! Can you really tell me that seeing Karli naked didn't get something stirring, daddy?" 

"Maybe the fact that I might have been is what bothers me," he retorted, marching down the hall toward his room again. "I was turned on!" 

"You were?" I asked, trying not to sound to eager. "For real? By what?" 

"Oh, I don't know!" he sputtered. "Seeing you two naked on the bed was a shock, but objectively, that was quite a turn-on. Her hug felt better than it should have, the whole lap thing, I-" 

"Daddy!" I gasped, trying to suppress a grin. "Did you just say that me sitting in your lap turned you on?" 

He stopped dead outside his door, realizing what he had confessed to. I stood expectantly behind him, waiting for a response. His hand gripped the doorknob, not moving to open it but just resting there. 

"I... really need to take a shower," he said quietly, now opening his door. "We can talk later if you want to." 

"Daddy," I said in my best pleading voice, the one I knew he could almost never resist. "Don't stop talking to me." 

"Darling, I really need that shower," he said firmly. "And I intend to have it." 

"I... well, won't you at least let me sit outside your bathroom door, you keep it open and we can talk?" I asked. "It's not like I'm gonna look or anything." 

He didn't need to know that was a barefaced lie. 

He walked slowly through the door, sighing to himself. "Fine, Evie. This means a lot to you, obviously. Damned if I know why, though." 

"Oh, daddy!" I chirped, hugging him from behind. "You make me so happy!" 

He stayed put long enough to put his large hands over mine, squeezing me gently. "Okay, now I'm gonna go in the bathroom and start the water. Stay put on the bed for now, okay?" 

I nodded and hopped onto the bed, knowing that the short hem flipped up just enough to expose my toned bum. I don't know if he saw, but I really hoped he did. "And when you're in the shower, I'm gonna come and sit by the door so we can talk, okay?" 

He nodded and went into the bathroom that Karli and I had so recently vacated. I positioned myself on the bed so that I was looking into the large mirror that was set atop my mother's davenport. Looking into that mirror, I would just see into the bathroom and watched rapt as my dad shed his pajama pants. Even though it was from the side, I could see his enormous cock hanging between his legs. 

I couldn't help it. I felt myself getting instantly wet and rolled down onto my stomach, looking in the mirror as one hand snaked down between my legs. I began teasing my gooey lips as I watched him, entranced by his amazing build and the rammer between his legs. 

"Mmmmmmm..." I hummed as I teased my clit, watching as he headed to the shower and stepped in to turn it on. I stared at his broad, muscular back, tapering into a small waist, his toned, firm butt and then his legs, with those huge, sculpted calves my mother had always loved. 

"Evie?" he called, snapping me suddenly out of my reverie. My hand retreated hastily from my pussy and I tried to assume a casual pose on the bed, as if laying there lazily without a care in the world. He was at the door, a towel wrapped around his waist, although it couldn't exactly hide his package. He looked at me quizzically. 

"There's barely any hot water and the floor's somewhat wet. "Did you..." 

"I'm sorry, daddy," I said, blushing. "Karli and I might have used your shower earlier today. It... was big enough for the two of us." 

He just pinched his eyes for a moment. "I... never mind. A cold shower's what I need anyway." 

Then then went back into the bathroom and I watched him shed the towel and then step into the shower, closing the door. I got off the bed and sat down beside the door to the bathroom, knees bent and legs spread. I kept subtly peering around the corner as I massaged my aching cunt, desperate to see more of him. 

And I needed to be closer to him. 

"Daddy?" I called, my heart pounding. "I... really have to pee!" 

There was pause before he answered. "So... okay, go to the bathroom downstairs, darling. You don't need to tell me." 

"I'm sorry, it came on really suddenly," I protested. "It's a girl thing and I won't make it downstairs! I need to use your toilet! Please!" 

Another pause. He wasn't very good at this. The other times I'd pulled this trick while a boy I wanted to fuck was in the bathroom, they agreed readily. 

"Can't wait 'til I get out, hm?" he said somewhat heavily. "I... okay, Evie, just hurry up, this water is only cool right now. I'd prefer to not get an icy shower if I can avoid it." 

"Thankyoudaddy!" I said hastily, rushing in and opening the seat to sit down. I began peeing as loudly as I could, making sure he knew what I was doing. I could see through the foggy glass he was facing away from me. His amazing butt cheeks were pointed at me, his strong back and shoulders visible. Even as I peed, I began massaging my clit and lips, desperate to cum and hoping I wouldn't make any sound to give me away. 

"You okay, Evie?" he asked, still facing away. 

I stopped fingering myself long enough to give him a coherent response. "Daddy, I'm just peeing," I said, trying to feign some annoyance. "Not like I'm performing brain surgery on myself, you know." 

"Oh. Sorry..." he said somewhat awkwardly. I resumed my subtle masturbating, throwing sidelong glances at him through the shower door. I'm pretty sure he was convinced I could not see him or would even be looking, but I swear I saw him handling his enormous cock as he washed himself off. The sight sent incredible tingles and thrills through me. I almost gasped as I pleasured myself. My heart was pounding in my chest. 

I continued my ministrations silently, my father seeming to do likewise. I could see his cock starting to swell, clearly getting aroused. I hoped it was by my presence in the bathroom, almost naked, thinking about how close his cock was to my yearning pussy, separated only by a thin pane of glass... 

I couldn't take any more. If I stayed here, I'd scream when I came and that wouldn't do at all. I stood up and closed my robe, not bothering to tie it while striding out of the room. 

"Thank you, daddy, I'm all done!" I called as I flushed the toilet and rushed out. I swerved around the corner of the bathroom and knelt beside the door again, legs spread and massaging my pussy furiously. I clenched my teeth as I looked into the room, seeing him stroking his huge hard-on, desperately hoping he would finish and that it would be because of me. 

His hand ran up and down the length of his shaft while I frigged myself into a frenzy, trembling and sweating. I had no idea how I was going to keep from screaming when I came but I had no intention of leaving either. Daddy was now leaning against the back wall of the shower with one hand, head dangling as he jerked himself off, faster and faster. 

Cum with me, daddy! Cum hard with me! 

I saw him stiffen and exhale, his fingers shuddering up and down the length of his cock and his hips pumping against them. I shuddered and clenched my teeth shut, willing myself not to scream in ecstasy as I came, bathing my hand and thighs in my sticky essence. I collapsed on my side, trembling and holding both hands to my pussy, whimpering as I rode out the waves of forbidden pleasure. 

A low moan and long sigh from my father indicated that he seemed to have finished too. I gathered myself up and scrambled back to my room hastily. I used moist towelettes to wipe my hands, pussy and thighs down, hoping I didn't smell like cum when he inevitably walked by. I put on a bra and panties before climbing onto my bed and trying to look relaxed, reading a comic book. I felt a small thrill as I heard my dad approaching and knock on the partially open door. 

"Hon?" he called. "You decent?" 

I giggled and put my book down. "As decent as I need to be, daddy. C'mon in." 

He came in and tried not to look like he noticed I was only in my underwear, but I could see the slight flush that came to his face. He sat down on a corner of the bed and sighed. He was wearing pajama pants and a thin white t-shirt, that was all. He looked at the ceiling. 

"Sorry about earlier..." he began. 

"Uh, which time?" I asked smirking. 

"What do you mean 'which time'?" he asked turning to give me a wry look. "I only walked in on you the once." 

"Daddy, you're a man, so you're automatically at fault and get all the blame, don't you know anything?" I asked, feigning indignation. "I mean, I know you've been out of the game for a while, but that's no excuse to forget the basics." 

"Maybe, but you're my daughter and we're not dating, so that woman logic doesn't apply." 

"Your problem, not mine," I quipped, turning on my back to look up at the ceiling and exposing my front to him, should he feel inclined to look. He didn't look away, so I assumed I was doing something right. "Face it, I'm the closest thing you've had to a date in forever, so I might as well be your significant other. And you only have yourself to blame for it." 

"How so?" 

"There are infinite numbers of women out there who would date you, daddy," I said, turning my head to look at him. He turned his face away now that I was staring at him. "Women your age, women younger than you, plenty of dates and tail to be had. Mrs Arlens down the street likes you, and there's also that hot Thai manicurist, Mai, or the-" 

"Maybe I don't want to date Mrs Arlens or the manicurist," he said, cutting me off. "Maybe I've no interest in them." 

"How would you know, daddy?" I asked archly, turning on my side to face him now. I could feel my body getting warm from this game I was playing, from being so close to him in a state of undress. "Let's face it, seeing Karli and I naked is the closest you've come to any action in recent memory. Does that sound right to you?" 

He said nothing and just sighed. 

"Daddy," I said sympathetically, getting up to kneel next to him, my hands on my thighs and my breasts presented in their lacy bra, which I knew he couldn't ignore. "What's so wrong about your daughter wanting to see you happy and fulfilled? At this rate, it's gonna be me who has to teach you how to kiss a girl again." 

He flushed a little, still looking at the floor. 

"And you really need to stop being so embarrassed around me," I said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's not like we haven't seen each other mostly naked or even just plain naked before, right?" 

"Little different now," he said in a soft voice. "You're all grown up now, you know? It isn't... I don't think it's right for me to see you like this, is it?" 

"Daddy, if I can't be seen by you like this, what man can I be trusted to be seen by?" I reasoned, smirking and squishing my boobs together between my arms. 

"Not sure I want any guy seeing you like this," he said somewhat sternly, still looking at the floor, although I knew he could see what I was doing in his peripheral vision. "I'm your dad and you're my little girl still." 

"What about Karli?" I asked. 

He paused. "That's... different." 

I began giggling. "So it's okay for Karli or other girls to see me like this? Is it okay if I get my freak on with girls?" 

He shrugged. "I'd prefer that to guys getting their mitts on you, I guess." 

I laughed and hugged him tight, my breasts pressing into his side. "You are such a perv, daddy! You think two girls getting it on is sexy so it's okay for me and Karli to do things but no boys allowed? You like a little lez action?" 

He huffed out a quick laugh but then brought his hand up to clasp mine as I hugged him. "I guess it doesn't bother me as much. I know what guys are like." 

"You are the silliest daddy in the world, and the best," I declared, sidling into his lap and slinging my arms around his neck. I was straddling him, smiling into his eyes. He didn't have much choice but to put his hands on my back. "Well that settles it, until you loosen up, you're just gonna have to get used to me walking around here in a lot less. It won't do to have you so uptight over a woman's body." 

He looked at me in confusion. "What?" 

I smirked and leaned back slightly so he could see my torso. I cupped my hands on my bra and squeezed them slightly, watching his eyes go wide. "I don't like having to walk around in clothes just because my daddy's uptight. I'm wearing less and you can learn to deal with it. And if it's that big a deal to see me in the buff, try knocking from now on." 

He didn't seem to know what to say but finally sighed and nodded, admitting defeat. "Alright, Evie. Have it your way." 

I squealed and hugged him again, real close. My panties pressed into his pajama pants and I could feel his huge cock beneath, now nestled against my pussy. At least, I wish it were... 

"Love you, daddy!" I said cheerfully before kissing him on the mouth and then hopping off his lap and swishing out of the room. I dashed downstairs, blushing and giggling to myself about how crazy I was being. But better yet, my plan was working! I was cutting through daddy's depression and loneliness and before long, that beautiful cock would be inside me... 

*** 

I kept true to my word over the next few days and whenever I was home I spent as much time as possible in a state of near-undress. I'd wear my plush robe, but with only panties underneath and my cleavage exposed. I would saunter around in only a bra and panties or just a nightshirt that barely covered my thighs. Daddy did his best to look nonchalant about it. I would make sure that if we were both going upstairs that I walked in front of him so he could see my ass. I snickered once when he tripped on the stairs from trying not to look. 

I would slip by him at certain points, trying to make it seem like I wasn't intentionally brushing up against him but also occasionally making it look like it was his fault. I squeezed by him one day in the kitchen while wearing a nightshirt and nothing underneath, brushing my ass across his silk boxer shorts. I squeaked in surprise at the feel of his massive cock and smirked back at him. 

"Daddy, be careful, you're gonna kill some girl with that thing!" I quipped as I walked away, fanning myself for effect. 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 02



When we were both home, we would often watch movies together, sitting on the couch with me snuggled into him. This trend continued even after I was going mostly nude, much to his initial discomfiture. I'd lean against him, my breasts pressed to his arm, either through my bra or the nightshirt I was wearing with nothing underneath. He eventually began putting his arm around me so that my nipples were not poking his arm but rather his ribcage. But it still felt good to have my daddy's arm around me, so big and strong and safe. 

Sometimes I would lie with my head on his lap, not far back enough to be touching his crotch but more forward, on his thighs, resting comfortably while we watched the movie. If I had to get up, I might 'accidentally' nestle back back against him, my arm or breasts touching him or my long hair grazing over him, but it was demonstrably innocent, I thought. Eventually he got comfortable enough to rest his hand on my bare skin, a touch that made me warmer and wetter than I'd ever admit to. 

Some nights, Karli would come for a sleepover and she was instructed to wear just a nightshirt and some panties. She would sit on dad's other side, leaning against him while my head was in his lap. Occasionally I would get up, needing to go to the bathroom and asking her to keep my seat warm. Without a word or daddy's permission, she would simply settle her head down on his lap until I got back, keeping him in a state of subtle arousal. 

One night when Karli was staying over we 'mistakenly' left the door to my room open while we were doing things with one another, the lights turned down low enough to just keep our silhouettes visible as daddy walked by. I know he looked in and saw us kissing and squirming against one another, panting and moaning softly as we came. I later slipped out of my room and crept quietly toward daddy's, my cellphone in hand. His door was ever so slightly open and I activated my camera and subtly aimed it at the bed... 

Daddy was lying on his back, pumping his hand up and down his enormous, stiff cock. My mouth went dry as I watched, still shock by the sheer size of it. It glistened softly, so he was using lube of some description and my pussy became instantly wet. I denied to urge to finger myself and cum, since I didn't want to be caught, but kept filming, knowing I could watch and cum later. 

He was breathing heavily as he pumped his fist up and down his rammer, increasing the pace. His body was beginning to stiffen and he was getting close. My eyes widened as I watched, my gaze never leaving that magnificent dick. I bit my lip, desperate to touch myself but not daring. 

He arched his back and moaned as he came, a huge gush of his pearly cum spurting up into the air before coming back down. I was transfixed, but then stunned when I heard the words escape his lips... 

"Baby..." he whispered in ecstasy as he continued to cum profusely. 

***



Love You, Daddy! Ch. 03



Chapter 3 

I couldn't believe it. I was still so thrilled and excited by what I'd heard that night. My daddy murmuring about me as he made himself cum. He wanted me! He thought about fucking me! All I had to do was make sure that he felt comfortable about it, to not spook him. 

I'd play my cards patiently and carefully. Hell, I had the whole summer to plan this out, didn't I? And with Karli's help, it would be easier than ever to make this happen. I hadn't told Karli that night, because I was afraid I'd get too excited and loud or Karli might and we'd be busted about my plans. So I waited until the following morning and we left early. I told her once we were well away from the house. Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.  

"For real?" she exclaimed. "You heard him? No mistake? No projecting? He called your mom baby too, remember." 

I nodded, almost bursting because I was so giddy. "I'm choosing to interpret it this way. We did it, Karli. We're going to fuck my daddy. We need to be careful and take it slow, because I don't want this to be a one-time thing that happens because of a crazy moment, you got that?" 

She grinned. "I promise to not push your dad too quickly into fucking us. But I gotta tell you, I can't wait to have that huge cock up inside me and pumping me full of his cum." 

I nodded as we sat down on a bench near the park, thinking about how to begin this final stage of our seduction plot. Clearly Karli was getting excited because she couldn't keep her hands off me, purring and whispering in my ear that she wanted to take me somewhere nearby and do so many naughty things to me. 

I finally relented, since she was actually turning me on and we slinked back into the thick bushes of the park, where I lay on my back and pulled my skirt up. Karli lost no time in stripping my panties off and burying her face in my pussy, lapping at it hungrily. I sighed and squirmed against her. She grazed her fingernails up and down my thighs as she tongued me, sending shivers through my whole body. Nobody could get me worked up like Karli. 

I finally arched my back and sighed as loudly as I dared, cumming hard. Karli lapped up every single droplet of my pleasure, moaning as she did so. She loved giving oral and I'd never heard anyone, boy or girl, disparage her skills. I laid back and stared at the blue sky through the trees, just floating on a cloud of bliss. Karli snuggled into me, kissing my lips so I could taste myself on her tongue before lying beside me and sharing the view. 

"Good thing no one can see us, right?" she mentioned. 

"Not from street level," I replied, squeezing her hand. "But from up above they could. I think that gives me an idea..." 

*** 

It would be a few days before we could enact the plan I'd concocted in the bushes so we also resolved to just drive my dad nuts whenever we could, without making it obvious that we were trying to do so. We just became... more uninhibited than before. 

The day after our little tryst in the bushes, I was driving in the car with daddy when he saw Karli walking down the street. Thinking nothing of it, he rolled down the window and pulled up beside her as she walked. 

"Karli!" I called through his window, waving. "Whassap, girl?" 

Remembering that she was supposed to act uninhibited (not really an act for her), Karli squealed in delight and threw herself bodily through daddy's open driver's side window to tackle me and cover me in kisses. Saying my dad was shocked as she lay across him to smooch me was a mild understatement. His eyes were wide as he tried not to stare at her butt in the form-fitting white yoga pants she was wearing, while her lower legs and feet still poked out his window. 

"I missed you!" she said as she kissed me all over my face. 

"You just saw me yesterday, you dork!" I giggled, returning the kisses. 

"Mmmm, seems like a lot longer." Karli purred, suddenly giving me a deep mouth kiss. I felt a distinct tingle in my pussy as I returned it. 

"Uh, ladies?" my dad said somewhat uncertainly. "People might begin to stare, or think I'm trying to kidnap Karli." 

"You can't kidnap the willing, Mister Sturm!" she giggled as she continued kissing me. 

"Alright, that may be," he said, sighing and resigning himself to this public awkwardness. "But Karli, are you in or out of the car?" 

"Oomph, sorry," Karli said hastily as she broke the kiss and squirmed her way inside, making sure she writhed her pelvis across my dad's. "Better?" 

"Only sort of," daddy said, still feeling awkward. "Can't really drive anywhere if you're straddling my gearshift, Karli." 

She looked down and giggled. She had, 'unintentionally', planted herself on the knob of the gearshift. She wiggled around for a moment and looked at my dad. "Well, what if I shifted gears for you?" 

"Get off the damn gearshift, you lunatic!" my dad said, laughing. Karli giggled again and pulled herself into my lap, straddling and facing me. She gave me another kiss for good measure and then sighed happily. 

"I know you two like having me around and all, but I'm actually running errands for mom at the moment," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "But I'll let you make it up to me later. Mister Sturm, you can take Evie and I out to dinner. Sound fair?" 

"Well, I'm not sure what I'm making up for or how this involves fair, but I don't mind at all," he said. "Just call Evie when you know what you want to do. Name a restaurant and I'll take the three of us. If you like we can catch a movie too." 

We both squealed and clapped in delight at the idea and Karli promised to call me later to discuss details. She began climbing over my dad to wiggle her way out of the window she'd come through, much to my dad's chagrin. 

"Oof!" he grunted as she squirmed over him. "Wouldn't using Evie's door have been easier?" 

"Nothing worth doing is ever easy, sir!" Karli replied as she extricated herself from the window and put her feet on the ground. She was about to wave goodbye when she suddenly remembered. "Shit! Evie, kisses!" 

She leaned back through the window, grinning at me. I leaned over my daddy, my hands on his thighs as I brought my lips to hers and we kissed goodbye, inches from his face. I was keeping my eyes closed but I knew he was staring in amazement. It'd been a long time since he'd had this much action. We finally broke the kiss and Karli threw her arms around my dad and gave him a great big smooch on the cheek before turning and trotting off, waving back to us. He shook his head and pulled out of the parking space, heading towards the farmer's market. 

"That girl..." he sighed, not sure what else to say. 

"What?" I giggled. "You know what a free spirit Karli is." 

"Yes, yes I do," daddy agreed. "She just seems even more free-spirited than usual. As do you, I might add, young lady." 

I blushed. "Well, it's summer and neither of us has gotten laid since the last week of school, so maybe we're a little out of control." 

"No shit," he muttered, concentrating on driving. He seemed to be awkwardly pushing his hips back into the seat, as if trying to conceal something inside his jeans. "Not that I object to you not getting any from boys, of course, but-" 

"Oh, daddy," I sighed, cutting him off. "Couldn't you give me a little credit for being careful? I'm not an idiot." 

"I know," he said gently, reaching over and squeezing my hand. "But I'm your father and it's my job and my civic duty to worry about that sort of thing." 

I rolled my eyes for effect. "Well, at least let me know when you find a shlong you approve of, unless you plan to keep cock-blocking every guy in town." 

Daddy looked surprised for a moment. "I'm not- I... what's the matter with Karli, or sticking to girls?" 

I burst out laughing. "Daddy, do you want me to be a lesbian? I'm already a three on the Kinsey Scale, I'm as bisexual as you can get. You trying to swing me over to a full six?" 

"I... no, I just-" 

"You planing to hook me up with a hot hermaphrodite so I get the best of both worlds?" I pressed. 

"No, Evangeline, I was just saying-" 

"You're such a perv, daddy," I continued, not giving him a chance to form a coherent thought. "Trying to set me up with my best friend." 

He gave up and just shook his head. He knew there was no winning this one and decided to leave it alone. I giggled and placed my hand on his arm. "Very smart, daddy. You're starting to remember how it all works now." 

"By the end of tonight I'm not likely to remember how anything works..." he muttered. I snickered and let him drive. We reached the farmer's market and began shopping. I made a point of asking daddy to snap a picture of me posing sexily with a large cucumber when no one was looking. He shook his head again as I sent it to Karli. 

"You two are incorrigible," he mumbled as he bagged up the veggies we'd selected. "You know that, don't you?" 

"Oh, quit pretending to be such a fuddy-duddy, pops," I replied cheerfully. "You're pro-equality all the way, I've seen you vote. You believe in an open society and a free one. You couldn't care less if two other girls or guys were acting that way. Hell, you probably wouldn't even notice until someone tried to oppress them." 

"Okay, that's true," he admitted. "It's only because you're my little girl that I get protective immediately. Maybe I shouldn't, but I can't help it." 

"It's okay, daddy," I purred, hugging his arm and putting my cheek against his shoulder. "I love you for being so protective of me. Maybe just do it only when there's a boy involved, okay?" 

He smiled and kissed the top of my head. "You have a deal, pumpkin." 

We shopped around for more food, pausing long enough to take pictures of me with some large salamis that I sent to Karli. Daddy bore it all with patience. After our little shopping spree he asked if we'd decided on a restaurant and did I need a new outfit or anything. I squealed and hugged him, saying that I never needed an excuse for a new outfit if he was offering. He sighed cheerfully and offered to take me to whatever store I liked. 

He took me to one of my favourite stores that offered a range of both casual and stylish clothing, including evening wear. Better yet, that had a rather relaxed change room policy I intended to take advantage of in this situation, although he didn't know that. We walked around, searching through dresses I thought might want to wear. I chose three and then asked an attendant to open one of the change rooms for me. 

I quickly jumped out of the jeans and shirt I was wearing, now dressed only in my bra and thong. I waited another minute or so before calling to my father, who I knew was right outside the door, waiting patiently. 

"Daddy?" I called. "Time for your input..." 

He got up form his chair and opened the door, pausing as he saw me standing in my underwear. He ogled me for a moment before shaking his head and looking confused. "I... honey, didn't you just call me because you needed my input?" 

"Yes, daddy," I said simply, as if I didn't know what his problem was. "You've gotta tell me which of these to try on first and then tell me how it looks." 

He just stood there for a moment, still bewildered. 

"Daddy, close the door, do you want the whole world to see me?" I hissed, more amused than anything. "Get in here!" 

This jerked him out of his confusion and he stepped in and closed the door quickly, exhaling before turning to look at me. He kept his eyes squarely on mine and I smirked knowingly. 

"Problem, daddy?" I asked. 

"You're... undressed..." he managed to say. 

"Well, duh, how else am I supposed to try on clothes, silly?" I said cheerfully. "Besides, you've been seeing me in my underwear around the house all the time now. What's the big deal?" 

"I don't know," he answered somewhat hesitantly. "I just expected you to be in your prospective outfit when you called for me, I guess." 

"Well, they might be a bit snug, so I could probably use some help getting into them." I pointed out. "So it's good that you're here now." 

"Honey, I haven't helped you dress since you were eight," he pointed out. "You don't feel awkward about this?" 

"Well it's you or the dressing room attendant dude who gets to see me in my skivvies," I answered, rolling my eyes. "Should I call him in?" 

"No," he said hastily, clearly not interested in letting the nineteen year-old worker see his daughter in her underthings. "I can help you." 

"I know you can, daddy," I purred, smiling and turning away from him, letting him see my butt in the tiny thong I was wearing. It gave me a little tingle to know he was staring. "Just think of it as a blast from the past, if that helps." 

"Do you... always wear little thongs like that?" he asked somewhat nervously, gazing at the tiny string of black material that went down between my pert cheeks. 

"Sometimes," I replied casually, holding up one of the dresses to examine. "Lot of times I'm commando, of course." 

"Oh, jeez," he said wearily. 

"If it makes you feel any better, daddy, I wear more normal panties when I've got my shorter skirts on," I offered. "Don't want to give it away for free, you know." 

"Thank God for that," he muttered. "I suppose what you wear beneath your jeans or yoga pants isn't really relevant, is it?" 

"Not really," I agreed, bending over to pick up another one of the dresses and giving him an amazing view of my entire backside. "Usually it's the micro-thongs for yoga pants, though, because if you wear big panties you get horrible lines and if you wear nothing, well, camel toe." 

"Yes, yes," he said hastily, cutting me off before I continued talking about my anatomy. "I'm glad you're sensible about these things, darling." 

"I like making you happy, daddy," I said sweetly, smiling sweetly as I turned around to show him one of the dresses, the green one. "We'll try this one first, okay?" 

He nodded and I bent over and slipped my legs into the dress, giving my dad an amazing view of my boobs contained within my bra. I know he was looking but pretended not to notice. Then I began to shimmy my body, wiggling and inching the dress up my form. My breasts jiggled invitingly as I squirmed into the outfit. I finally turned around, the dress halfway up my back. 

"Help me get it the rest of the way?" I asked, turning my head to look back at him. 

He nodded and stepped closer to me, helping me to get the dress over my shoulders and then gently doing up the buttons to close it. 

"You made it sound like it was going to be eight sizes too small and I'd need to rub butter on you to slip you into it," he mentioned as he finished the last button. 

"Butter, daddy?" I giggled. "Did you really just offer to grease me up with butter? I guess we'd better get you fed, it sounds like you're thinking of eating me." 

I turned around and presented myself to him, arms over my head, game show girl-style. "Whaddya think, daddy?" 

"It looks great on you, babydoll," he said quietly, smiling. "Perfect with your auburn hair and green eyes. You look... you look a lot like your mom, actually." 

I stopped teasing him for a moment and crushed myself against him, hugging him as tightly as I could, hoping that the sting in my eyes would go away and there'd be no tears when I finally looked up. 

"I love you so much, daddy," I murmured. "I promise to do everything I can to make you happy..." 

He held me tight, caressing my hair. "I love you too, Evie. Let's check your outfits out..." 

I nodded and sighed, preparing myself to flirt with and tease him again. I had a mission to perform, after all. I turned away and pulled my hair up so her could undo the buttons. I then began to slowly shimmy out of it, tingling to know his eyes were on me. Once I had it at my waist, I bent over and started to pull it down over my hips and thighs. 

I also happened to 'accidentally' bump my behind back against him. We both shivered for a moment and he didn't move immediately. I turned to look at him through heavily-lidded eyes, my skin flush. He coughed and stepped back a little. 

"Sorry, darling..." he said. 

"It's okay, daddy," I said softly. "I know it was an accident." 

I then stood up and leaned back against him lightly, wearing only my underwear. My skin felt incredibly warm and my heart was pounding in my chest. 

"It's not like it hurt," I whispered. "It was nice." 

"Nice..." he murmured. 

I turned to look up at him, totally entranced by my father. My breasts, contained within my bra, barely touched his torso. He stared down at me and I could see he didn't know what to think, that he was wavering. 

"Not yet. He's not there quite yet. Be patient..." 

I stepped away and sighed, composing myself. "Ready for the next one, daddy?" I asked. He nodded and helped me into the blue dress I'd picked. It was slinkier than the green one, with a shorter skirt and a lower neckline. I did a small twirl for him, letting him see everything. 

"You'll need a different bra if you choose that one," he remarked. "The straps are showing." 

"Hmmm, well then I'll just get some of those underboob cups to put on if I choose it," I said cheerfully, cupping my breasts and giving them a little jiggle. "Give the girls a little more lift for presentation." 

I began taking the dress off and he helped me into the last one I'd selected, a red one. Like the blue one, it was a snug fit through the top, I could tell. 

Time for a gamble. 

"Daddy, I'm gonna try this one on without my bra." I said, trying to sound decisive. "It's like the blue one, I'll need cups, so I just want to feel it out." Without waiting I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra, removing it like it was the most natural thing in the world, with no display of modesty. His eyes widened as he saw my breasts. 

"They're just my breasts, daddy," I said, rolling my eyes. "You've seen 'em before." 

"Yes, I'm just not used to... being so involved with them," he replied. "If you know what I mean." 

"Not really, no," I said, trying to sound nonplussed and refusing to giving him roof for excuses. "I don't know what you mean." 

"I... I just..." 

Enough was enough. I took his hands and put them squarely on my breasts, moving them around and making him squeeze me. 

"You... need... to get over this, daddy," I said in a very firm voice. "I can't deal with you being so nervous and awkward around me all the time!" 

His eyes were wider that his car rims. "Evie! I- you can't..." 

"I am not letting go until you get over yourself!" I said as loudly as I dared, knowing people could be outside the change room. "You're driving me nuts with your stubborn refusal to relax, to the place where I can't be myself in my own home because you might burst a forehead vein." 

His eyes hardened then and he stopped me from moving his hands. He didn't remove them but I couldn't budge them either. He almost glowered down at me and I thought I might have overstepped my bounds. 

God, he was so much stronger than me. His strength almost terrified me and made me feel... 

Submissive. 

"Evie," he growled. "I know you're feeling uppity recently, but there's only so much I'm willing to put up with." 

I did what was possibly the bravest thing I've ever done in my life, next- I talked back. 

"Then maybe you should relax so I don't need to spend so much time worrying about you." I said in a defiant tone, looking back up at him and feeling none of the bravery I was needing at that moment. 

I'm not sure he knew it, but his hands squeezed my breasts tighter. It felt good and it scared me all at once. I involuntarily drew in my breath... 

And let out a sigh as I looked into his eyes, my own softening and shining with tears. 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 03



He pulled me to himself and hugged me, as tight as he could, surrounding me and protecting me. 

"Alright, Evie," he said quietly. "Maybe you've got a point. I guess accepting that you're not my little girl anymore means I need to rediscover who you are. I'll do my best." 

I hugged him back tight, not at all minding my breasts squashed to his massive chest. 

"Thank you, daddy." I murmured. "Will you help me with this dress?" 

"Of course, pumpkin," he said finally, releasing me and smiling down at me. He looked at my breasts again and smiled before doing something I didn't expect and put his hands on them and gave them a gentle squeeze. "They really are something, Evie. No wonder Karli loves them." 

I squeaked and swatted his hand, giving him a naughty smile and mouthing the word 'perv' at him before turning around and presenting my back to him. "Do me up?" 

"Let me find some butter, first, right?" he replied, grinning. 

I giggled and held still while he fixed the back up and then spun me slowly in his hands, taking in the sight of me. Finally he just sighed and shook his head. "I can't decide." 

I made a show of pouting. "So I've gotta decide on my own?" 

"I didn't mean that," he said, shrugging. "I was just going to buy all three of them, make it easy on us." 

My eyes lit up and I threw myself against him, thanking him repeatedly and covering his face in adoring kisses before planting a huge smooch right on his lips. His eyes went wide but he didn't object. 

"I dunno if I did anything amazing enough to deserve that..." he breathed as I finally broke the kiss. 

"Daddy, please," I said eagerly, beaming up at him. "If any boy had done this for me, I'd already have his dick in my mouth and then fuck him into a coma." 

"Lovely thought," he said dryly as I turned around and let him undo the back before beginning my shimmy out of the dress. I turned around so he could see my breasts and my thong again while I put my original clothes back on and gathered up my purchases. "All set?" 

"Are you sure you can afford all these?" I asked, concerned. 

"Clearly you haven't seen my bank account recently, hm?" he replied in a nonchalant tone as we exited the dressing room. 

Was my daddy just bragging? Did he just try to impress me? 

Maybe I was just reading too much into things now, but as I watched him, I thought maybe there was a change in his demeanour, a subtle air of masculine confidence. As we rang up my purchases at the counter and the salesgirl announced the rather sizable total, my dad has his card already and gave it to her without hesitation, as if it was nothing. 

"Thanks," he said in a deeper than normal (I think) voice to her. "We'll be back." 

He then hooked my arm into his and led me out of the store. 

"Alright," he announced, looking around. "Where do we go to buy those undercup things you need for your dresses?" 

*** 

The sun was hot and the weather humid, so we went home to freshen off and get ready for our evening with Karli. I needed a shower and took one in the common bathroom while my daddy took one in his private bathroom off from his bedroom. I soaked under the water for a long time, trying to wrap my head around what had happened that afternoon. Part of me couldn't believe I was behaving this way. Was I really trying to seduce my father? 

Horny as the whole episode might have made me, I was emotionally drained for the experience in the change room. I will thrilled that he was starting to come around, but it had taken a lot out of me to get him this far and there was still a long way to go. I wasn't going to ruin my chances of getting him in bed by pushing things too quickly. 

Men are so complicated. 

I have no idea how long I was standing under that water, but it eventually began to cool and I let it run over me for some time then, helping me regain focus. I was feeling more clear-headed now and could begin planning my next move, whatever that was. 

Back to my room and I slipped into my robe and laid down on my bed. After about fifteen minutes I was beginning to wonder where my father had gotten to. His showers were predictably male and quick, so where the heck was he? I finally got up and went to his room, looking in the door. 

No sign of him. 

Frowning I sat down on his bed and pondered where he might be. The door to the bathroom and his shower was wide open and there was no shower happening. I was beginning to think he'd just vanished into thin air. 

Then a door on the other side of the room opened, one that led to a small boudoir that hadn't been used in over a year. I turned to look as he walked out... 

Fully naked. 

I stared. I couldn't help it. My father was standing not ten feet away from me completely naked, his titan cock hanging between his legs. My mouth went dry and I'm pretty sure my eyes widened. He stopped as he saw me sitting on his bed, doubtless looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

We stared at one another. 

My gaze traveled down his muscular frame, from his wide shoulders, strong arms and defined chest to his slender waist with the washboard abs and strong hips... 

And then his manhood. Even flaccid, it was huge. Words failed me. 

Fortunately, words didn't fail my daddy for once. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Want to take a picture?" 

I blinked and snapped out of it. "What?" I asked, looking up at his face now. 

"It's nothing more than what God gave me, Evie, there's nothing supernatural about it." 

"Says you." I muttered, giving it another glance. "How do you even walk with that thing?" 

"Alright, that enough of the peep show," he said, his voice firm. "Scram, I want to get dressed." 

"Okay," I said hesitantly, rising from the bed. "But... daddy, what were you doing in mom's boudoir?" 

He sighed. "If you must know, I was looking for and found a perfect piece of jewelry that she owned and would go with any of your outfits. I thought you might want to wear it tonight." 

I smiled warmly, overcome with sentiment in spite of his nudity. I walked over to him and hugged him, not at all bothered. He hugged me back, somewhat uncertainly. 

"Little weird to be hugging you while I'm buck naked..." he said quietly. 

My response was to slowly undo my belt and let my robe fall to the floor. I snuggled myself into him, loving the feel of his strong body directly against mine- my breasts against his chest, his arms around my back... 

I could feel his huge cock against my pussy. I hoped I wouldn't get wet, but I could feel him pulsing. Oh my God... 

I turned around and let him hold me from behind, his hands now around my waist and his mammoth tool against my smooth butt cheeks. I slowly took his hands and moved them up to my breasts. 

"You're the best daddy in the world," I whispered. "Thank you." 

I bent over to get my robe while I was still pressed against him, savouring every fraction of a second before stepping away and walking back to my room without looking back. 

I got into my room and closed the door, leaning back against it and sighing heavily, fanning myself with my hand. I may have wanted to stay but I didn't dare, because then daddy would have noticed that may pussy was wetter than the Pacific. 

Holy shit, that was close... 

Get your head together. Get back in the game! Things are going exactly how you want, you just need to keep control over the whole situation! Calm yourself, be a dazzling tease all evening, make sure he wants more of what he will see! 

Another deep breath and I was ready. Tonight would go exactly as I planned. 

*** 

Karli and I were both cracking up as daddy told us another joke, one I hadn't heard before, to my amazement. He seemed to have gone all out to make himself look good, wearing his best occasion suit, an Armani and dappered himself up in every other conceivable way. One would have thought he was dressing up to impress a really important date, not his daughter and her best friend. 

Our appetizers had not arrived yet, my dad having made us both promise to eat whatever we liked and not peck like birds at some dumb salad. He'd made sure we brought our fake ID's along so we could drink and we were making our way through a second bottle of champagne at this point. He was fine, although perhaps Karli and I were a little tingly. 

I had the opportunity to look at his face while we sat at our round table in the restaurant and Karli was telling him an amusing story. It never ceased to amaze me how incredibly handsome I found him- scratch that, how incredibly handsome he actually was. He had deep blue eyes that glinted with humour and were still soft enough to shine with a deep caring. He had thick golden blond hair that he kept longer than one would have expected a man his age to wear it, but not enough to be mistaken for some hippie or surfer. His jawline was clean and strong, his nose neither pointed nor round. He took immaculate care of his teeth, which were white and even. 

No wonder my mom fell in love with him. 

Intelligent? Don't get me started. He'd had incredible grades through school and university, according to the plaques and diplomas on his wall. He had a decided entrepreneurial bent, creating businesses and then selling them for hefty sums once they were successful. He didn't like to be tied down to one project. 

And now he was writing novels and also crunching numbers for a derivatives investment trading firm. He'd never directly discussed his fiscal situation with me, ever, although he once when I was younger said that my mom and I would nothing to worry about if anything ever happened to him. 

Karli, of course, seemed to always be able to read my mind and smiled at my dad slyly, walking her exquisitely-manicured fingers up his hand to his sleeve. 

"So, Mister Sturm," she purred. "Evangeline tells me that you bought her three new dresses as a pretty posh shop this afternoon. Sounds like you're doing alright for yourself if you've got that sort of money to throw around." 

He considered for a moment and then a tiny hint of a conspiratorial smile crept over his face. He leaned forward slightly. 

"Promise to never ever mention what you see to Evie?" he asked quietly. 

She bit her lip and nodded. 

"I'm right here, you know." I interjected. 

"Shut your dick-holster, Evie." Karli said quickly. I did as I was told, genuinely wondering if Karli would keep her promise. She was really good about them and it was a promise to my dad, whom she had enormous respect for and would never want to lose the confidence of. 

My dad pulled out his smartphone and accessed something quickly before the turning the screen and showing the display to Karli, keeping it angled away from me. Her eyes didn't bug out of her head, but the pupils widened and I knew her well enough to be able to tell that she was not at all expecting what she'd seen. 

"Mister Sturm," she said quietly, now that he was putting the phone away. "Have you ever considered a career as a sugar-daddy? I'm in the market for one, you know." 

I pinched my eyes as they both began laughing. 

"Karli," he replied, taking another drink of champagne. "If you weren't my daughter's best friend and I didn't know your parents, I might have taken you up on that." 

"Ooh, such a charmer," she said, fanning herself for effect. "May I call you daddy?" 

"No you may not!" I interrupted, determined to play my part tot he fullest. They both laughed at my feigned outrage and Karli hugged me, grateful that I was going along with the gag. The appetizers arrived moments later and now it was Karli's turn to be amazed as she got to witness my dad eating. 

Polite as he was at the table, one could never help but be completely stunned at the amount of food the man would put away. Once we'd told him what restaurant we wanted to go to, he'd reserved a nice secluded table for us where we could be ourselves as necessary. He also made sure the waiter knew that his gratuity increased in direct proportion to the amount of judgment he didn't show after daddy ordered. 

This was going to be one happy waiter by the end of the evening. 

Karli and I ate decent portions and slowly enough that daddy was never eating by himself, even after three different entrées. We laughed and talk and discussed his writing and about our studies until dessert arrived. Finally, Karli and I were matching my daddy's capacity to eat and we giggled as we each got a second and a third. 

"I don't get it," he said, shaking his head. "It's like those damned lard rings you two eat so readily. You can each eat a dozen of those things and I can barely handle two. What's wrong with cake donuts?" 

"You just wouldn't understand, daddy." I said in a nonchalant tone as I polished the last of the cheesecake and graham crumbs off my plate, leaving only the cherry that had garnished it. 

"Ooh, Evie, show him! Show him!" Karli said eagerly, passing her cherry. He watched with curiosity as I bit off both cherries and ate them, then put both the stems in my mouth. I masticated on them for a little while, Karli giggling the entire time. Finally I looked around to make sure no one could see what I was doing... 

I stuck out my tongue and my father gaped in amazement. Both stems were tied in little knots. He looked at the knots as I took them in my palm and presented them, then up at me. 

"How did you..." 

He looked at Karli now. "No wonder you're always around my house." 

Karli, who'd been sipping her champagne at that very second now doubled over, coming very close to spewing the bubbly everywhere as she tried not to burst out laughing. I blushed and giggled both at his incredulity and his remark to my friend. My dad could be such a perv sometimes. 

We were finally finished and daddy paid, tipping the very grateful waiter as promised. We walked out with me on one of his arms and Karli on the other. I'd gone with the slinky red dress while Karli was wearing her favourite scandalous black one. We must have made quite an impression as the three of us passed people. 

"Well, ladies," he mused as we headed to the car. "Where to now? The night is still young." 

He was right, it wasn't even eight yet. Karli and I asked to go to a movie and then maybe a club afterwards. He acquiesced readily and it occurred to me that this was probably the most fun my father'd had in over a year. I was thrilled to be the one who had made it possible and God only knows I was looking forward to the eventual rewards. 

We made it to the car and daddy got into the driver's seat while Karli and I clambered into the back to sit together. "Is it okay if I sit back here with Karli, daddy?" I asked. 

"This rear-view mirror's going to get us killed..." he muttered. We both laughed at his inference and promised to behave so he didn't spin off the road. 

He drove us to a budget cinema because the movie we wanted to see had been out of theaters for ages and could just be seen her for a brief run. Karli and I had only a passing interest in the movie, though, and the real attraction was that we were certain the theater it was playing in would be completely deserted. Daddy paid for the three tickets and we stopped and got drinks and candy for the movie. We made our way toward the theater, which was tucked in the back. We stopped in front of the washrooms. 

"Oh, daddy, can you take wait here with the candy?" I asked, handing him my share of the goodies. "I wanna pee before we got and sit, that was quite a bit of champagne we had." 

"Me too," Karli said, piling her loot on as well. "Gotta pee." 

"Both of you?" he inquired, apparently confused. 

"Daddy," I said, rolling my eyes. "Girls go together. And aside from that, Karli and I might just... share a stall or something." 

His eye widened. "I... should I just to wait for you in the theater?" 

"Nope," I declared, shaking my head. "I know you, you'll pick the dumbest seats imaginable. You wait right here." 

"So you and Karli can share a stall and pee together..." he said flatly. 

We both nodded. 

"Fine, pics or it didn't happen," he said gruffly, settling against the wall to wait. "Scoot." 

Our eyes widened at his remark and we both giggled as we headed into the bathroom. We found a larger stall and headed in, snickering and hugging one another. 

"I can't believe he said that," she whispered as she kept her arms around my shoulders while I hiked up her skirt and shimmied down her tiny thong. "He's really got a perv side to him." 

"You have no idea," I quietly said back as she did the same for me. I sat down on the seat and allowed her to straddle me. "But, he asked for it..." 

We took several pictures of me sitting with Karli astride my lap, her amazing ass presented to the camera. We also took a few shots of us kissing and even some videos. Finally though, we both had to pee and we turned the cellphone cameras down between us, recording as we pee'd against one another's pussies. 

"Don't think he'll be seeing those ones," she sighed as we indulged a wonderful little ritual we'd had since we became lovers. "Not for some time, anyway." 

I nodded. "When we're done we'll pic the photos we want to send to him and fire the off. If I know him, he's already got his phone completely silenced like a good movie-goer, so he won't see them 'til afterwards." 

Our mouths met in another kiss as she squirmed her wet slit against mine. "Mmmm, that gives us all sorts of time to tease him..." 

We quit messing around and chose the six best pics from our phone and sent them to his. Then we cleaned up and headed out. True to form, he was waiting patiently, clearly lost in thought about something. 

"Heya, stranger," I quipped as we exited the bathroom. "Miss us? Hope we weren't gone long." 

"No, it was fine," he said politely. "Hopefully this won't be a regular occurrence because you two have bladders the size of pistachio nuts." 

Karli giggled as I looked scandalized. "Quit picturing your daughter's pee-pee, daddy," I huffed as I took my drink and candy back from him and led the way to the theater. Sure enough, it was completely empty, as Karli and I had hoped. We guided him to the very back row and sat him in the center, with one of us on either side of him. He seemed to make no objection as we each snuggled into him, wrapping our arms around his. 

Previews started, followed by the usual notifications to silence all cellphones, which Karli and I did promptly. Predictably, daddy didn't need to. The movie began, an action-romance that did not live up to the summer hype promises and had faded quickly, one of the reasons we'd chosen it, because we were fairly certain no one would bother to see it. 

Daddy was watching it to some degree, occasionally asking us if we were enjoying ourselves, to which we said yes. Before long, though, Karli and I had initiated the next step in our plan and started teasing one another across him, playing with one another's fingers and giggling and making faces at one another. Daddy ignored it as best he could. 

I then leaned across his chest and she met me for a kiss, which took its sweet time as we hummed gently into one another's mouths. Each of us was resting a hand on one of his thighs to support ourselves. I didn't look at him, but I couldn't imagine him not being blown away by what we were doing. 

"Selfie time," I murmured through the kiss, so Karli and I both puled out our phones and pointed them at the three of us. "Smile, daddy!" I giggled. Without warning my daddy, we both leaned in and kissed his cheeks before we snapped the pictures.  

"That was unexpected..." he said, right before we both pressed our breasts into the side of his head, grinning for the cameras. I held no doubt that his expression would be one of utter shock rather than the smile requested. We kissed his cheeks again and settled back down to watch the movie for a little while, in order to let him compose himself. 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 03



Karli and I held hands across him, caressing one another's fingers. The movie now showed two action girls running around in cargo pants and tank-tops, shooting lots of things up. The action scenes gave me a tingle, especially once their skin began to glisten with sweat and their clothes started to sport small tears. 

"Mmm, the ginger one is hot," she said softly, giving my hand a squeeze. "Reminds me of you." 

Huh, I only wish I had moves like that." I replied, knowing what she had planned. 

"You've got all the right moves as far as I'm concerned," Karli purred, giving me a subtle tug on the wrist. I clambered into my daddy's lap and then pulled her to me, kissing her deeply while he just gawked in utter astonishment at our behaviour. We held one another's faces gently as our tongues tangled. 

"Uh..." my daddy said uncertainly. "I..." 

"Daddy, sit still or move over so I can kiss Karli." I murmured through the kiss, ignoring his objections. The thrill of sitting on his lap while I fucked Karli's mouth with my tongue was getting me wet, something he might begin to feel before long. I pressed my behind down subtly into him, hoping to feel his cock through his dress pants. 

He might've been paralyzed into inaction, but I preferred to think that he simply wanted to stay, because he didn't move. I moved my bum subtly on his lap while I kissed Karli, our mouths open so he could see our tongues wrestling. We pressed closer so our breasts squashed together though our dresses. The gunfight on screen was getting louder and more intense, leading Karli and I to make more noise as we made out. 

Our hands made their way to each other's breasts and we pulled the tops of each other's dresses down, exposing ourselves. Like me, Karli was wearing the sticky lifting cups beneath her breasts so that she didn't have to wear a bra. I moaned into her mouth as she squeezed me and did the same to her. Daddy just stayed perfectly still, although I'm sure I could feel his cock starting to twitch and grow beneath me. 

I moaned as I pulled her further onto me, Karli leaning in resting both hands on daddy's thighs while her breasts squished into mine. It wasn't long before we were both sitting on and making out in his lap. We kissed and fondled one another, nipples growing hard as they grazed one another. 

Then we both moaned loudly as daddy did something unexpected and put his hand on the small of our backs. It sent incredible shivers and tingles through us both. Our spines arched at his touch and I was definitely wet by now and had no doubt Karli was too. 

"Okay, ladies," he said as firmly as he could. "Y'need to dial it down or I'm gonna have quite the heart attack." 

Turned on as we both were, we knew better than to disobey him and risk incurring his displeasure and sabotaging our overall plan. We pulled back from one another and pulled our tops up, followed by moving off his lap and back to our seats. A sidelong glance confirmed my suspicion and hope- he was definitely hard, although he was doing his best not to show it. 

We watched the rest of the movie peacefully, all of us no doubt trying to get our libidos under control, including daddy. The flick ended and we all walked out, perhaps looking a little more flushed than when we had gone in, but still in control. The ice-cold drinks had certainly helped. We went back to the car and as a show of good faith to daddy I sat upfront with him, Karli in the back. 

"Club next?" he asked as we pulled out of the theater's parking lot. I was kind of surprised he was still ready to be out with us after our antics during the movie. "Still early, after all." 

"Sure, that'd be great," I replied readily, wanting to keep him positive. "Daddy, I'm... sorry we got carried away in-" 

"No worries, pumpkin," he said easily. 'Things were just getting a little heated for me." 

We said nothing else about it and made our way to a swank club, where we sat at a secluded table and laughed and chatted while we had drinks. Karli and I were having tequila shots while he was drinking 

his single malt. The dance floor beckoned nearby and soon Karli and I were side-by-side, gyrating and writhing. It was the kind of club where two girls dancing together meant nothing, so we enjoyed ourselves dancing, moving our bodies together, smiling slyly at daddy, occasionally teasing him by throwing a large bump and grind in his direction. 

The moment was marred, though, by a couple of frat boys, who apparently had done more than a little drinking, came over and began dancing with us, more close than we would have liked. They were getting a little handsy when I'd finally had enough. I flung one of their hands away and snapped at the kid to leave me alone. Before daddy could intervene, the door security had come over and told them to leave. Once they'd been escorted out, Karli and I went back to dancing together and enjoying ourselves. After all, it wasn't the first time we'd had some assholes bother us in a club. 

We danced for another half hour, laughing and enjoying ourselves before we went back to sit with daddy. He smiled as we joined him, saying he'd enjoyed just watching us have fun. 

"Okay, but next time we do this you have to come out on the floor and show us your moves," my lover cooed, walking her fingers up her arm. "I'd love to see how you dance." 

He grinned. "Well, this sort of place isn't normally my scene, but if you will agree to come with me to a metal club or a swing club, I'm sure that can be arranged." 

"Oh, daddy," I giggled, patting his arm. "Any excuse to wear that zoot suit mommy got you." 

It was after midnight now and we decided it was time to go. Daddy got up and went to the bar to pay our tab and we said we'd meet him out by the car since we were a little warm from all the dancing. We walked out into the night, hand-in-hand, talking about what a great night it had been when suddenly three guys confronted us in the mostly empty parking lot. 

"Think you're going anywhere, bitches?" one of them snapped. It was one of the jerks who had interrupted our dancing earlier. They'd apparently waited for us. 

"Excuse you!" Karli said angrily, glaring at him. "Didn't you get told to fuck off earlier, asshole?" 

"Pair of sluts like you, dressing like that and dancing together, don't deny you're asking for it," he sneered. "So we're jus' here to take what you denied us earlier." 

"Lay a fucking finger on us and that's not all you'll lose, prick." I growled, not terribly intimidated by three drunk guys. "Last warning or I'll shove both their heads up your ass." 

"Not afraid of two sluts!" one of the other guys added. "You just need some dick to remind you-" 

"Problem, ladies?" rumbled my dad in a deep voice as he strode up to us, staring sternly. Say what you will about my daddy, he almost never lost his cool. Even the day mom died, when everyone else fell apart, he kept it together. "These boys giving you trouble?" 

"This isn't your concern, old man!" snapped the ring-leader, scowling at daddy, even though he was a full head taller than any of them. "These bitches just need to know when to say yes." 

"They'll say yes when it suits them and when they find some real men instead of piss-ant boys," he growled, stepping between Karli and I and firmly moving us behind him. I noticed two more frat boys rushing up to join the scene, clearly backing up their buddies." 

"Fuck you, pops!" the leader now spat, pissed at another interruption. "Go back to the old folks' home and we'll take-" 

He never saw my dad's fist coming and he spun twice before falling on his face several feet away. He'd be lucky if daddy hadn't broken his jaw. My father now glared at the remaining frat boys, daring them to try something. 

"Anyone else?" he said dangerously. 

Apparently they were drunk enough to not know better because two more of them lunged in together but daddy was ready. He stopped the punch of one and twisted his arm while he sent the other flying back with a big shoe to his chest. Daddy then wrenched the arm he held and doubled the kid over, causing him to cry out in pain. There was a 'pop!' noise as his arm left his shoulder and he collapsed. 

Without waiting to see if they were game, daddy got in the face of one of the last two standing and slammed his fist into the guy's stomach. As he bent over, daddy's knee rammed up into his face. He then turned on the last one, who looked frightened but pulled out a knife. Daddy paused for a moment and then moved in front of Karli and I before glowering at his last foe. 

"Your move, big boy," daddy sneered. "But hurry up, I've got a date with your mom to teach her how to say yes..." 

The kid's eyes flared angrily at my dad denigrating his mother's virtue and he lunged in, stabbing wildly. Daddy caught the knife, twisting the hand upside down and causing the guy to keen in pain before dropping the knife. He switched his grip and pressed down on the disarmed guy's wrist, causing to go up on his toes in pain, wincing and whimpering. Daddy slapped him across the face twice, causing him to start to cry before walking him over to Karli and I on his tip-toes, blubbering like someone had taken his ice cream. 

"Now," daddy said, pressing on his wrist and making the man gasp, going even further up on his toes. "On behalf of your fellow jerkwands here, apologize to the ladies." 

"I'm... I'm sorry..." the bleary-eyed guy choked out between sobs, tears streaming down his rosy-pink cheeks. 

"Thanks. Goodnight." Daddy said as he turned the kid to look at him and slammed his forehead into his face. The kid crumpled and went to sleep. All was silent, apparently there had been no witnesses. The jerks who may still have been awake didn't dare move. 

"Daddy..." I whispered, looking at the scene and then up at him. He turned his head to look at me and there was a ferocity in his eyes that would have terrified me if I'd been anyone else. 

"You two okay?" he said, pulling us both to him and hugging us. My heart was pounding in my chest although I couldn't really tell why. I had a suspicion, though... 

Karli looked at at him, her eyes wide. "Holy shit, Mister Sturm," she said quietly still holding herself against him. "That was..." 

She didn't seem to know how to continue, although I knew exactly what she wanted to say. So I picked up the ball for the two of us. 

"Daddy, can you please take us home?" I asked. "And please let Karli stay the night." 

"Of course," he said, his normal demeanour of concern returning. "Are you sure you're both alright?" 

"Very, daddy, but that's not the issue," I said. "Just... trust me, let's go home, okay?" 

He nodded and led us to the care, leaving the idiot frat boys laying where they'd fallen. Someone would find them and call the cops eventually. I sat in the back with Karli, neither of us saying much but just holding one another's hands. Nothing needed to be said between us, we both knew what was going to happen. 

We got home and we walked inside, Karli and I still holding hands. Daddy closed the door and then looked at the two of us, hands on his hips. 

"Now are you two sure you're okay?" he pressed, his tone brooking no argument. 

"Daddy," I said, looking up at him. "We're fine. More than fine. You saved us from an ugly situation." 

"Of course," he said reasonably. "I had to, couldn't let my girls get hurt." 

"And you really took it to them, sir," Karli breathed, her eyes shining. I could tell she was getting even more worked up just remembering, not to mention still being in my dad's presence while he was pumped full of testosterone. "It was amazing watching you take them all down." 

He kind of coughed. "Well, I-" 

We both went up and hugged him, although it barely would have qualified as a hug- I almost ground my body into his side shamelessly and caressed a hand up his broad chest while Karli did the same on his other side. We had to get out of here and soon, it wasn't time yet. 

"Thank you, daddy," I said in a barely restrained voice, pulling him over to the stairs and then stepping up on two of them so I could see him almost at eye-level. Karli joined me, both of us holding his hands. "You have no idea what that meant to us." 

We both leaned in and kissed him then, each of us on the cheek and then I kissed him on the mouth, which Karli did next. His eyes widened only a little but you could still tell he was surprised. We then turned and started heading upstairs, hand-in-hand, making sure our hips wiggled provocatively. 

"I'm still just-" he began, standing at the bottom of the steps. 

"Daddy,"I said gently but with a tone of finality that indicated I was well and truly done talking. "I think this is one you're going to have to work out for yourself. Thank you for an incredible evening, you're the best date ever. We'll see you in the morning. And don't you dare come into my room without knocking..." 

Without looking back we went upstairs and into my bedroom. Once I'd closed the door we attacked one another hungrily, almost tearing the outfits off. Naked, we grappled with one another as we fell onto my bed, rolling around in desperate need. Tongues plunged and fingers wasted no time in teasing and penetrating. We were both wet beyond belief and needed to cum, hard. 

"So close tonight..." Karli murmured as she squirmed against my fingers in her pussy. "We almost had him." 

"We will, Kar," I breathed, shivering as I felt two of her fingers inside me. My tits mashed to hers as we writhed against one another. "It won't be long now, stick to the plan until he wants us with no hesitation or regret." 

We kissed again feverishly, so incredibly turned on. Everything had gone perfectly tonight, daddy never faltering or regressing once. And even the incident with the assholes in the parking lot had worked out to our advantage, because he was incredibly possessive of us now, in a territorial male way that went beyond fatherhood. And it had made us both so horny to see that display. 

"You weren't... kidding about him... being a total asskicker..." she moaned as I finger-fucked her. "That made me totally wet... I almost tore his pants off in the parking lot..." 

"I know," I hissed as she rimmed my ass with a finger. "I need that cock so bad now, more than ever." 

"At least you've felt it against your bod now," she panted. "His giant dick against your ass and your pussy... gnnnn, hate you now..." 

We were losing the ability to speak coherently and we just went back to kissing and fucking. It wasn't long before I jammed my pussy into hers and began grinding strongly, shuddering and moaning as I felt her slippery, sticky netherlips mingle with mine, our clits brushing. Our scissored legs wrapped around one another and we writhed and pumped against one another. 

I gasped as she took my nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before giving it a tiny bite and a tug between her teeth. One of my hands massaged her breast, tweaking and pulling on her pert brown nipple until she was moaning at the delicious sting as well. We slithered our cunts together until we were both shaking almost uncontrollably. I jammed my mouth against hers and we screamed in mutual ecstasy, cumming so hard that I nearly blacked out. Scintillating colours swirled through my mind as my cunt squeezed and my clit pulsed against hers. 

I could feel Karli turning her body around and I locked my lips onto her pussy, sucking on it greedily while she did the same. She and I had always been messy when we came, so much sticky goodness to lap up until our faces were shining. I lapped her cunt with my tongue like I'd never taste her again and she did the same to me, keeping me shuddering and in total bliss. 

Finally we were spent, lying on my bed as limp as dish rags and trembling from exhaustion. Even for Karli and I it hand been a hell of an orgasm. Finally I tiredly turned myself around and crawled up her body, hugging her close and kissing her lovingly, our forms melding together perfectly. 

"Holy fuck..." she whispered in my ear. "That was... just wow." 

"I know," I murmured, nuzzling my cheek to hers. "Even if we can't get him into fights, maybe we can convince him to work out, use heavy weights and get all sweaty or use the heavy bag and the dummy in the basement. That's be hot, seeing him get all worked up and sweaty." 

"That's a great idea," she sighed, clearly picturing it. "We need to get on that. And we can wear little outfits around him. He will crumble even sooner." 

"You okay for now?" I asked softly, knowing we were both sated, at least this very second. 

She nodded. "Yeah. If you get any urges, just go ahead and I'll wake up eventually and join you." 

"Me too," I said, smiling and kissing her on the lips affectionately. "Love you Karli." 

"Love you too, Evie..." she murmured as we slid into a blissful sleep in one another's arms, dreaming of my daddy holding us close. 

***



Love You, Daddy! Ch. 04



Karli and I woke up snuggled together in a tangle of my sheets. We both stretched luxuriously, loving the feeling of our bodies pressed together... 

Until our incredibly sticky pussies touched and stuck together with last night's cum. 

We both shivered and giggled at the unexpected wake-up call, hugging one another kissing good morning. We weren't exactly horny but we wanted to kiss one another all over and spent several minutes doing so. It felt good to have her lips on me, giving me gentle kisses while I slowly woke up. I reciprocated happily when Karli inhaled deeply and grinned. 

"Smell that?" she asked. "Coffee. Guess your dad's up and on the go." 

"Which means breakfast is not far off." I concluded. "Been a while since you've had a full-scale 'Evie's daddy's breakfast', hasn't it?" 

"Long enough," she said, pretending to pout. "So now what? Freshen up and go join him?" 

"Hell no," I replied. "We smell like sex, which is what we want him to notice. Put on one of my cutesy short robes and we'll go down wearing nothing underneath." 

She smiled at the notion and nodded, getting up and stretching. She purred as I crawled up behind her and nibbled at her lovely ass cheeks, squirming them back against me, giggling. When we were finished, we put the robes on one another, squirming our tits together as a tease before making sure we were showing plenty of cleavage. We then headed downstairs together, hand-in-hand as was our habit. 

"Hi, daddy!" I chirped happily as we found him in the kitchen, making a huge breakfast. He was wearing pajama pants and a white t-shirt, which showed off his broad back and chest. He turned around and beamed a big smile at us as I skipped up to give him a big hug. "How's the bestest and bravest daddy in the world?" 

"I'm great," he said, hugging me close. "And you, pumpkin?" 

"Mmmmm, I'm wonderful, thank you," I purred, my cheek to his chest and my eyes closed. "And I-" 

I paused in my statement and subtly wiggled my hips before my eyes went wide. "Daddy... do you have any boxers on under your pajama pants?" 

He thought about that and then flushed for a moment. "I... no." 

"You're not wearing any underwear?" I exclaimed, trying to sound more scandalized than thrilled. 

"Are you?" he asked, eyebrow raised. 

"Well, no," I admitted. "It was just an unexpected sensation is all, that monster of yours prodding my poor little puss." 

I turned to look at Karli as she walked up to hug my dad. "Can you believe he's not wearing any underwear?" 

"I'm not taking your word for it," she purred as she hugged him close, her pelvis parked squarely into his. "Nope, no underwear." 

Daddy chuckled. "You're something else, Karli." 

"Best believe it, Mister Sturm..." she said coyly, turning around and wiggling her butt against his barely-contained cock for a moment before joining me in leaning against the kitchen island, where part of the food was waiting. Daddy turned around and continued cooking before we got too good a look at anything happening inside his pants. 

"You two sleep well?" he asked, trying to act casual. 

"Eventually," I replied, taking a single grape and sucking it into my mouth, looking at his back. "We kinda had to exhaust ourselves first, but yes, we both slept like the dead." 

"Glad to hear it," he replied, close to done with the scrambled eggs. "You two much have been pretty buzzed to get yourselves that... worked up." 

Karli snickered while I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, daddy, alcohol can get Karli and I pretty uninhibited." 

"I can tell," he said, adding something to the eggs. "No worries though, you seem none the worse for wear." 

Karli was going her best not to break into loud laughter as I pinched my eyes. "Trust me, daddy, we're just fine. Shall we pull up some stools to the island here or do you want to eat at the table?" 

"At the island's fine with me," he said easily. "Food's already there, right?" 

Karli and I brought the stools over and I doled out the plates and utensils while Karli brought big mugs of dark roast coffee. Soon, all the food was in front of us- big mounds of pancakes, granola and milk, endless bacon and eggs, toast and butter, juices and daddy's amazing Belgian waffles. As much food as there was, no one doubted it would be all gone shortly. It was too good not to be eaten, even if Karli and I would have to spend hours fucking away the calories later. 

We all dug in, enjoying this huge breakfast. We laughed and talked about nothing important for some time and eventually most of the food was gone. We sat and drank our coffee, finally sated. 

"So," daddy said finally. "Quite the pictures you sent me last night." 

We both paused, not saying anything for a few seconds. "Pictures?" I asked. 

"Yes, the ones from the bathroom in the movie theater," he confirmed. "So that's how girls go to the bathroom together?" 

I almost choked on my coffee and Karli actually snorted as she began to laugh. 

"Mister Sturm!" she giggled. "You perv!" 

"Oh, yeah, I'm the perv," he said dryly. "Nice butt, by the way, Karli." 

"I try," she said in a nonchalant voice. "It has its advantages." 

"I can just imagine," daddy sighed before looking at me. "As long as your butt isn't all over the internet then I guess I'm fine with it." 

"Well, no promises, but I'm like ninety-nine percent sure it isn't," I said confidently. "Karli and I are pretty strict about our media." 

"Good to hear," he said, relaxing now. "So what do you two have planned today? Neither of you have classes to attend to, so..." 

"Mostly thought we'd hang here," I said in a non-committal tone. "To be honest, we were planning on convincing you to start taking care of yourself and working out again." 

He thought about that. "Well, I-" 

"Daddy," I said in a stern voice. "I'm not gonna let you make excuses. You're way ahead on your book and your derivatives workload, so there's no excuse whatsoever. The only reason you don't work out and get yourself back in amazing shape is because you feel like you have no one to do it for." 

He said nothing. 

"Face it, when mom was here, you worked out daily, making sure that your arms, chest and abs made her weak in the knees." I pressed. "She told me all about it and what it did to her, so don't even try to deny it." 

He looked like he was going to say something but eventually didn't. He just looked down into his coffee mug. 

"Well, what if Karli and I were your cheering section?" I suggested. "It may sound a little silly, but what if you worked out for us?" 

He raised an eyebrow. "For you two." 

"Like you've got anyone else to do it for. You might as well do it for your daughter, since I want you to be the healthiest and hunkiest daddy anyone ever had." 

"Not to mention that my sugar daddies have to be hot," Karli added, swirling her finger in some of the syrup on her plate and then sucking it off. "Can't have you getting tubby." 

"Oh, so now I'm absolutely your sugar daddy," he retorted. "Do I even get a say in this?" 

"Why would you want one?" she replied simply. "Like you've got anything better to do." 

"Yes, daddy, how terrible for you," I added, keeping the pressure up. "Two insanely hot girls want you to work out and impress them. What exactly is the rub here for you about this?" 

"Ooh, good choice of words," Karli said, smiling naughtily and winking at me. "Me likey." 

Daddy shook his head and rubbed his temples for a moment. "So... work out for you two and get myself back in prime shape." 

"Yes." Karli and I chorused. 

He thought about it and sighed. "That's as good a reason as any that I can come up with. Alright, I'll start today whenever you two are ready." 

"Sounds great," I declared, pleased with the progress we were making. "We've gotta let breakfast burn off for a bit, but maybe early afternoon? Sound good, daddy?" 

He nodded. "Sure. It'll give me time to find my workout clothes and maybe get a little further ahead on my writing." 

"Okay, daddy," I said, rising from my stool and coming around to hug him, as did Karli. We both pressed our breasts into his sides and gave him great big kisses on his cheeks at the same time. "Love you, see you in about three hours!" 

We both turned and wiggled out of the kitchen, leaving him sitting there looking confused. We were already halfway up the stairs when finally heard him speak. 

"But what about the... dishes..." 

"Poor daddy," I giggled and we hustled back into my room and closed the door. "That'll keep him busy for about half an hour, he can't leave the kitchen messy." 

"Alright, now what?" Karli asked, smirking because clearly I had something planned. 

"Grab three double A's out of my drawer," I instructed as I went over to my computer. I unhooked the webcam from it and also found the remote. "See what I'm goin' for here?" 

A sly grin crept across her face. "I love it. Let's go, before he finds an excuse to come upstairs." 

We quickly and quietly crept out of my room and down the hallway, to my dad's room, where we began immediately scanning for the perfect place to secrete the webcam. It had to be able to see his bed and into his bathroom, in case he left the door open. Karli waved me over quickly to a perfect spot where it was easily concealed. We deposited the camera, with full batteries and then the wireless connector so the signal reached back to my room. 

"Now stay here while I go make sure it works." I whispered. She nodded and waited by the bed while I went quickly back to my room and turned on my computer, activating the webcam. Seconds after doing so, the image focused and I could see Karli inside my daddy's room. She saw the light on the cam turn on and waved. I adjusted the focus slightly and she assisted by undoing her robe and flashing her beautiful tits at me. All seemed to be ready. 

She joined me back in my room, draping her arms around me from behind as I sat, making sure the picture was as clear as possible. I was getting great colour, given how dark the room was, but my webcam had those low-light enhancement features, so we still had an amazing view. It even had a starlight mode so that we could see in near-complete darkness. Karli giggled at our ingenuity. 

We minimized the webcam frame in case daddy came up unexpectedly and just lazed around on my bed, talking and laughing. Eventually there came a knock on my door. 

"You two decent?" came daddy's voice. 

"As decent as we're willing to be!" Karli called back. 

"It's fine, daddy, we have our robes on." I answered, giving her a look. He entered and smiled. 

"So, thanks for leaving me with the clean up, you two," he said, standing over us and folding his arms. "You two had better be real good cheerleaders for pulling that stunt." 

"Sorry, daddy," I said apologetically. "That was mean of me, I'll make it up to you." 

"Darn right you will," he said, coming forward and hugging me as I knelt on my bed with my arms out. "But that's for another time. I think I'm gonna do some writing and take a shower. You two will be okay for a bit?" 

We nodded. "Go do what you need to do, daddy. We'll be here." 

He nodded and kissed the top of my head before exiting the room and heading back to his own. Karli closed the door and I got into my chair at my desk, bringing the webcam window back up and maximizing it. Karli pulled up my exercise ball and sat beside me, watching intently. 

Daddy was now in his room and walked around for a moment in a small circle, rubbing his face with his hands. 

"He seems tense." Karli observed, smirking. "Wonder why..." 

I smiled at her non-question and kept my eyes on the screen. He stopped pacing and sat on the corner of his bed. Then he seemed to make up his mind about something and took off his shirt, revealing his chest. 

Karli sucked in her breath. "God I love that man's chest," she whispered. "Sploosh." 

I nodded, sharing the feeling. Then we both restrained ourselves from gasping as he turned toward the camera and hiked his pajama pants down... 

"Holy Fucking Fuckballs," Karli murmured. "It's bigger than it fucking felt." 

"I know," I said quietly, rapt at the sight of his titanic cock dangling between his legs. It seemed so close right now, I wanted to reach out and touch it. "How quiet is my webcam? Did it make any noise when I zoomed it in on your tits?" 

She shook her head. "I'm absolutely certain it made no noise whatsoever. Do what you gotta do." 

Hoping daddy didn't move, I used the zoom feature and brought his cock in close. Soon it almost filled my screen. 

"And to think that's about life-size," Karli muttered. "I can't wait to get that thing in my cunt." 

"You and me both," I said, staring intently. "He's going to tear us apart." 

"God, pull back a little or I'm gonna lose it," she breathed. "You might need to chain me down to keep me from heading to his room and just spiking myself on that thing." 

"I promise." I mumbled, still lost in the beautiful sight before me. Before long, though, he turned away and headed into his bathroom, giving us one good glimpse of his butt before shutting the door. The show was over. 

"Does it turn off remotely?" she asked, wondering about the batteries. I nodded but winked. "It does, but my daddy takes quick showers, he'll be back out in a bit, just watch." 

We bided our time until daddy came out of the bathroom, his waist wrapped in a towel. He was drying his hair with another smaller towel and we simply stared stupidly at his body while waiting for him to take the lower towel off. Finally, we were rewarded for our patience as he removed the towel, but he was facing away from us. 

"He's got a real nice butt," Karli murmured as she watched. "Yum yum..." 

He finally put the small towel down on his pillow and laid back, giving us a great side-view of his body, his cock resting atop him. We both just watched silently before he did something we did not expect and reached down, starting to caress himself. We both drew in our breaths as we saw his member start to swell and get hard. 

"Stay right beside me, Karli, don't you dare leave this room." I said quietly but in a voice laced with iron. She nodded and continued to watch. We both adjusted ourselves on our seats and began slowly fingering our pussies, wanting to cum with him. He was stroking himself until he was hard and his cock looked bigger than ever, towering over his body. 

"How long does he take?" Karli asked, her pussy already so wet that she was dribbling on my exercise ball. 

"I don't know," I whispered, hoping I could match him. "But we're gonna find out." 

My fingers slipped in and out of my tight hole as I kept my eyes on that wonderful cock. I breathed slowly, not wanting to finish before him. His hand moved up and down the shaft and his body trembled in response. My head was almost spinning from desire. My whole body felt moist and warm. I'd never been so turned on in my life. 

We hummed and moaned as quietly as we could while he jerked off, just down the hallway from us. We shed our robes entirely and were pressing against one another, keeping our eyes on the screen. I put my free arm around Karli and she slid into my lap, her hot body squirming against one. We were both trembling and sighing as we fingered ourselves. 

Daddy was picking up the pace and we could just barely hear him breathing and maybe moaning a little as he stroked his cock. I couldn't get over how big it was. Even his hand barely fit around it the whole way. 

"He's gonna go soon," Karli breathed, squirming on me. "Look at his hips." 

"I know," I gasped back, reaching around her to squeeze her breast and pull on her nipple. "We're gonna cum with my daddy." 

Our breathing became more rapid as we watched, daddy's hand moving faster and faster. His hips were indeed trembling and squirming, his free hand flexing. My fingers churned inside my pussy, which was getting hotter, tighter and messier by the moment. Daddy began to arch his hips. 

"Oh, shit!" Karli squeaked as she fought to hold on one more second... 

Then daddy blew, a great jet up his pearly white cum spurting into the air, followed by another one and then more. Karli and I both moaned as loudly as we dared, pulling against one another as we came, pussies overflowing with our desire. I jammed my fingers inside myself while squeezing Karli's breast so hard she whimpered and I thought it might burst. 

When daddy had finally finished, I pulled her off my lap and onto the bed, where we kissed sloppily and writhed on one another, basking in the afterglow of our incredible orgasm. Her cunt was so wet and sticky against mine. We hummed and moaned into one another's mouths and caressed each other. We then turned around and licked one another's pussies, lying on our sides. 

Finally spent, we lay on our backs for a moment before going back to our chairs to check on daddy. We was already up and dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt, sitting at his desk and writing. 

"Wow, didn't take him long to recover and move on," Karli remarked. "Typical male." 

"We'll keep him busy this afternoon," I replied, actually kind of glad he was dressed. I took a deep breath and turned off the webcam, since the show was over. "But it does make me wonder about his stamina." 

"How so?" she asked, looking at me. "You said he and your mom used to go at it like a bonobo tribe." 

I nodded. "So what if he were ready again soon?" I asked. "What if he just needs more practice but can get it back up quickly?" 

"You mean put on a show, see if he bites?" she asked, smiling slyly. "What have you got in mind?" 

"Remember our little plot we cook up in the bushes the other day?" 

*** 

We wiggled out into my backyard, smirking to one another as we thought about how naughty we were about to be. I was carrying a handbag that contained some bottled water, tanning lotion, a large towel to lie on and our favourite double dildo. We went to a secluded spot where I knew for a fact that we absolutely could not be seen from any angle. 

Except from my dad's bedroom, a tiny flaw in the foliage shield. If one looked through his windows at just the right angle, anything that happened on the little plot of soft grass we were now headed for could be seen perfectly. The neighbours on either side had no view, no one else in the backyard did, nor any drones hovering directly above. It was meant to be a little enclosed space, free of scrutiny. 

We were both naked as we laid out the towel, giggling and talking just loud enough to be heard from upstairs. We sat down and began smearing thick gobs of the rich, glistening oil over each other. I was wearing my sunglasses so that I could take subtle glances up at daddy's window without being noticed, with Karli doing the same. It felt nice to have her hands on me, rubbing the slippery oil into my skin, fondling my breasts and my tummy and ass cheeks. 

It felt especially good when we knelt facing one another and reach between each other's legs, massaging oil onto our pussies. Like me, Karli was completely shaved and her slippery skin was giving me a tingle. We did this for close to a minute, with me angled toward the window so I could look up. Sure enough, I saw one of the wooden blinds move very briefly. I couldn't tell if daddy was behind them but one of the slats was more open than it should have been. 

We then took one another's hands and leaned in close to begin squirming our breasts together, tongues tangling as we kissed. Even though the mission was to tease daddy, I was getting really turned on by Karli, as I always did. I pulled her to me and we kissed deeply, bodies rubbing together now. Another subtle glance and the slat of the wooden blinds was even a little bit wider. 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 04



"Mmmmm, good daddy, you perv..." 

We now laid down together on the blanket, facing in to one another and kissing as we began to finger reach other's pussies. We moaned into one another's mouths as we teased, with me whispering that I was sure daddy was watching. This was exactly what we'd been hoping for and we made sure we put on a show, even if he didn't know it. After all, this spot was supposed to be completely isolated. The only reason I knew it wasn't was because I'd seen Karli fingering herself one day while my parents were away for the weekend when we were younger. 

Soon enough we desired more from one another and Karli squirmed around to face down me, her pussy scant inches from my lips. We pulled one another close and began licking and sucking hungrily, squirming and writhing against each other' faces. Her tongue and fingers felt so good inside me. She gasped and hummed against my clit as I slid a finger inside her ass. 

We continued our 69 until we were both tremble and sweating with need. I then reached over and pulled the dildo from my little bag and presented to her. We giggled and kissed it together, sliding our tongues up and down its length before I laid her on her stomach and she spread her legs open. I gently teased the dildo into her slick depths. Once it was securely inside her, I laid on my stomach facing away and wriggled backward until I could put one leg under hers. I then reached under myself and took hold of the flesh-coloured cock and pressed the other end against my lips. With a sigh I eased myself onto it until my butt cheeks met hers and our pussies pressed. We laid still for a moment, just experiencing the sensation of feeling full. Then we began to move and squirm our hips, fucking the dildo together. 

"Mmmmmm, so good..." Karli moaned, shivering through her spine as we moved in unison, pushing the cock deeper into one another, to our mutual pleasure. "Fuck me, Evie..." 

"I love fucking you..." I breathed, squeezing one of my breasts as I lay on my stomach. "We're gonna come so hard together..." 

Feeling Karli's ass and pussylips against mine felt so exquisite while we fucked one another. We pushed back harder as the pleasure built, both of us trembling and tingling at the thought of my daddy watching us. 

We both moaned and pushed ourselves up on our hands, spines arching as we pressed back harder against one another. We couldn't fight it any longer and shuddered and writhed as we came, bodies snaking in an uncontrolled unison. Her soggy pussylips squished against mine and our clits pulsed together. Finally we both collapsed, still trembling from cumming but completely wiped out. We lay still but I subtly turned my head to the side, looking up. 

More rustling at my daddy's window. 

I smiled. Everything was going according to plan. 

*** 

Daddy played none the wiser, of course, when we saw him later. He said that he'd been working on his writing and listening to music when we mentioned we'd been tanning in the backyard. And hey, maybe he had been for part of that time. When we met him for his workout, we were wearing yoga pants and tank tops which showed off our bodies. And while we may have wiped our pussies to dry them a little, Karli and I did absolutely nothing to get rid of the pheromones we'd worked up while fucking. 

Daddy'd notice for sure. 

He was wearing breathable workout shorts and a tank that left his arms and shoulders bare and left no doubt as to the size of his chest. We both made a show of cooing over him and saying how sexy he was, with Karli giving notice of his tight butt. He blushed and mentioned it was time to work out, so we took him down to the exercise room in the basement- the floor was padded and there were several mirrors spaced around the walls to watch yourself. Three different universal machines with different stations dominated, plus some benches where one could use the free weights we owned. There was also a treadmill and an elliptical for cardio. 

Karli and I used the workout room often, beginning with exercise but it predictably degraded into tawdry sex before long. I couldn't recall the number of times I'd been lying on my back on one of the benches while Karli sat on top and squirmed her gooey pussy into mine. 

Daddy entered the room and immediately had a plan for himself, one of his old workout routines, seemingly. He called to Karli to turn on the CD/Mp3 player in the corner of the room. She did so and seconds later, hip-hop tunes were emanating from the speakers around the room. My father paused and then looked at her pointedly. 

"No no no no," he called out, shaking his head. "I said music, woman, not this stuff. What am I, twelve?" 

"Sorry, sir." Karli said apologetically, pausing the music and looking cutely admonished. "What then?" 

"Playlist number seven," he announced as he approached the treadmill. "That'll hit the spot." 

Karli did as she was told and we were immediately bombarded by my father's music. 

Metal. 

That's my daddy for you- metal, opera, swing and industrial. Sure, he loves some other stuff, but those were his jams. And she'd probably never admit it to him, lest he become insufferable, but Karli loved a lot of his music too. 

He began by running, to get his heart rate up. We watched him run on the treadmill, Karli totally transfixed by his butt. If my dad saw her staring in the mirror, he didn't see anything about it. To be honest, though, I don't think he did, he's pretty intense during his workouts. 

He spent maybe ten minutes on the treadmill before asking what he should start working out on. I know he normally worked his body in groups on different days, but clearly today he was humouring us, so I went with it. I suggested the shoulder press and he nodded, settling into the machine. He began light (for him) but soon enough asked us to put some more weight on, doubling the resistance. 

We watched intently, rapt by the sight of his muscles, complimenting him on his form and his shape. I really wanted to feel his body. 

"Daddy, what do your muscles feel like when they're working out?" I asked. 

"What do you mean, pumpkin?" he wondered. "I can feel myself squeezing them and there's a burn and-" 

"No, daddy," I interrupted. "What I meant was how do they feel on the outside? If I put my hands on your shoulders or your chest or arms while you're lift, what would I feel?" 

He put down the weights and thought about that. "I don't know," he said finally. "No one's ever felt my muscles while I've worked out before so I couldn't tell you." 

"Well, that answers that," I declared, coming over and standing in front of him, with Karli coming to stand nearby. "Without interfering, I intend to find out. Take your shirt off, daddy." 

He didn't simply comply, but paused awkwardly, so I sighed and took it off him myself, with Karli's help. I then looked at him expectantly. He began doing the presses again and I watched how his torso and shoulders moved as he lifted and lowered the weights. I slowly put my hands on his upper chest and closed my eyes, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin. 

But standing was awkward, so I made him pause again and then sat on the bench with him, pushing his legs apart and back so I could sit comfortably. He sighed and continued pressing, my hands roving to his shoulders and sitting gently, careful to not get squeezed at the top. 

It was a good thing I'd gone with my black yoga pants instead of the white ones, because I was getting wet. It might take him a while longer to notice. Karli had gone with white, probably on purpose, knowing her. She was quite unashamed about her body's reactions to things. 

"I know you haven't worked out in over a year, daddy, but your body's still very strong and looks good," I said softly, smiling at him. "You're gonna be chiseled up again in no time." 

He grinned. "You think?" 

"And look at those guns," Karli purred as she sauntered over and felt my dad's biceps as he pushed up and down with the delt press. "Gotta say, Mister Sturm, you're lucky you're not younger or you'd be beating off all the girls with a stick." 

"Well I'm flattered," my dad mused as he kept lifting. "This idle speculation on your part?" 

"Not really," Karli replied. "Girls on campus who have seen you think you're hot and even when Evie and I were in high school, lots of girls who said they'd jump you." 

He chuckled. "Flattering, but illegal." 

He did a few more reps and then went over to the pectoral press machine, lying down on the bench and having Karli and I set it the weight. He then began lifting up and down while we watched his chest, the powerful muscles rippling with his effort. Karli knelt beside him and traced her fingernails along his bulging chest muscles. 

"Love how male bodies work," she remarked casually. "They're so brutal and powerful." 

"Brutal?" dad inquired, frowning. 

"Hell yeah, in a sexy way," she answered. "You weren't there last night the way Evie and I were for that fight." 

He frowned again. "That sorta thing a turn-on? Seriously?" 

We didn't really answer him but just continued to watch as he pushed the slabs of metal up and down. I watched as the ripple worked its way own his core, through his abs and to his lower belly. I was acutely aware of the bulge of his huge cock against the flimsy, aerated material of his shorts. He did a few sets and was straining toward the end, his form suffering somewhat as he began to raise his legs for leverage. 

"Last few sets... always hard for form..." he breathed, still pushing. "Shouldn't use my legs like this." 

"Got it." Karli announced simply, getting up and then going to straddle and sit on his thighs. Chances are she should have been closer to his knees, but not surprisingly she was sitting up close to his crotch, he hands resting on his upper thighs. 

"Hey, it's my daddy, make room!" I protested, shooing her back along his legs and then stepping over him to sit down on his thighs, facing Karli. We had to turn our legs out to both fit on and my butt was dangerously close to his cock, but no one said anything immediately. 

"Gn, you two okay down there?" daddy asked as he pushed out some more reps. "Can't be comfortable." 

"We're fine, daddy, just helping you out." I replied, starting to flush as I felt the slightest touch of his crotch bulge against my ass cheeks. Karli knew what was happening and reached forward, massaging my breasts while looking into my eyes. I bit my lip and sighed, pressing back very subtly against daddy's cock. I could feel it stirring, even if he was preoccupied at the moment. 

We leaned in for a kiss, tongues snaking around one another and fondling each other's breasts through our tight tank tops. It took all of three seconds for our hands to wander up underneath the garment and grope warm flesh. We moaned into one another's mouths as our bodies began to squirm. 

"Are you two alr- hey, are you two making out down there?" daddy demanded suddenly, pausing in his reps. "You kidding me?" 

"Sorry, daddy," I said hastily, breaking the kiss and wiping my mouth as I turned my upper body to look at him. "Getting close to Karli these days does that to me..." 

He shook his head as he lowered the weights and rubbed his face. "Talk about out of control." 

"This is all your fault, daddy," I pointed out, staring at him. "You said my only playmate is Karli, no boys. So what's a girl gonna do if she needs an itch scratched?" 

"He said that?" Karli asked, her eyes widening in surprise and then smiling slyly at my dad. "Mister Sturm, you perv." 

"It's not... that's not what I- oh, forget it..." he sighed, defeated. "Do what you need to, just don't distract me." 

"Thanks, daddy!" I said sweetly, winking at him before pulling Karli's top off entirely and she did the same to me. We made out while sitting on his thighs, my daddy trying to regain his concentration to work out. He did a few half-hearted reps but gave up shortly after, waiting to see if we'd finish. We didn't of course, and I kept subtly wiggling backwards against him, fractions of an inch as I pressed my ass to his cock. 

Finally he sat up, looming behind me with us still on his thighs, kissing hungrily as our breasts squashed together. His cock was definitely pressed to my ass now and his felt huge, even though he was still soft. It took considerable willpower on my part not to moan at the touch. 

"You two anywhere near done?" he asked. He got no response, so he just sighed and waited. I could feel him watching us and the stirring in his loins. He pinched his eyes and finally spoke, his voice one of resigned exasperation. 

"Ladies, I know you're my daughter and my virtually adopted daughter, but you're still two very pretty girls who happen to be making out on my lap with no shirts on and that's having an adverse affect on my concentration." 

We stopped kissing for a moment and I turned my head to look back at him. "Seriously, daddy?" 

"Yes," he said firmly, nodding. "More than that, I'm still a man and if you keep this up... well, I can't help it if my body reacts a certain way, daughter and adopted daughter or no." 

We both looked at him now and smirked. 

"Daddy," I said, smiling slyly. "Are you trying to say that we're giving you a boner?" 

He blushed. "I..." 

I wiggled my butt back against his crotch and felt his cock swelling- not hard yet, but he was indeed getting turned on. 

"Naughty," I purred. "Getting turned on by two younger girls like us, and your daughters to boot." 

Karli was giggling and pushed me back against him, leaning in and kissing me as I was pinned to his chest. Daddy just watched in amazement and I could feel him getting hard now and his heart thumping in his chest. 

"I think I've had enough working out for now," he announced, rising up and compelling us to scramble off his legs before getting dumped on our butts unceremoniously. He rubbed at his face for a few seconds to compose himself and it was enough time for Karli and I to ogle his huge cock now straining inside his shorts. He finally looked at us and blushed. 

"Sorry about that..." he said somewhat sheepishly. "Can't really help it, kind of a guy thing, you know?" 

To make it up to him for teasing him so badly, we both walked over and hugged him, pressing our breasts into his chest and kissing him as we caressed his huge pecs. 

"We love you, daddy," I murmured, kissing his shoulder. "Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, did we, Kar?" 

"Nope," she replied, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "Evie and I just get carried away with one another sometimes." 

"Yes, I've noticed," he sighed. "And now I find myself in this rather awkward condition." 

We both looked down at his cock and giggled. "Daddy, that's nothing to be embarrassed about," I said. "We should be flattered, look at that thing." 

He sighed again and put his arms around us both, not knowing what else to do, seemingly. "I'll try working out again later. Maybe a different activity?" 

"I know," Karli said, grinning. "What about the hot tub? We haven't used that in weeks!" 

"Ooh, yes!" I agreed in delight, excited. I looked up at my father, eyes dancing. "May we use it, daddy?" 

He shrugged. "I don't see why not. If you two want to use the-" 

"No, daddy," I hissed, scowling at him. "All of us. You, Karli and myself." 

He paused. "Uh, you sure?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Duh." 

"Besides," Karli added, smiling. "If you're with us, maybe Evie and I'll be able to keep our hands off one another." 

"Not bloody likely," he muttered. "Okay, we'll all use the hot tub. We'll wait until dark and turn on the lights." 

"Awesome!" I squeaked, bouncing up and down eagerly, my breasts jiggling into his side. "We'll need drinks and food stuff for while we're out there!" 

"Drinks?" daddy said, raising an eyebrow. 

"Of course," I replied. "You took us out last night with fake ID's and let us drink then. Why can't we do it in our own home?" 

"Well, you got me there," he admitted. "I'll go and get beer for myself, what do you two want?" 

"Oh, just coolers, daddy, we're girls." I said simply. "Just something fruity-tasting." 

"Alright," he mused. "Evie, you stay and make your chocolate-covered strawberries and things, I'll take Karli with me to grab whatever you two want and also so she can stop by her place to get whatever else she needs." 

"That's kind of you, sir!" Karli said, beaming at him while snuggling her boobs into his chest. 

He shrugged. "Only way I can think of keeping you two from molesting each other for more than five minutes." 

We both laughed and kissed his cheeks, making sure to snuggle our breasts into him before reluctantly detaching ourselves. We both managed to 'accidentally' brush our hands against his cock and giggled as he coughed and blushed. We wiggled out of the room before rushing upstairs, hand-in-hand and giggling madly. 

"Holy shit," Karli barely whispered. "Hot tub time! This'll be amazing!" 

"I know," I said, smiling and nodding. "But when you're out with him, do not slink all over him, it'll throw him off. I mean it. I'm not trying to be greedy, but we're getting damned close. I promise, he'll be fucking you soon enough." 

She took a deep breath and sighed. "I promise. I'll be good. Besides, it might actually make him think that it's you I'm only wet for if I behave when we're alone. And then we can ambush him but good." 

"Now you're talking my language..." I said gently, pulling her to me and kissing her deeply. 

*** 

They were gone for over an hour, since they also had to stop off at Karli's place- I almost felt bad for my dad, who I knew would get roped into going inside and and trying some awful dish that Karli's mom had concocted. She was always trying to blend southeast Asian cuisine with soul food and the results were usually disastrous, a 'disastrohpy' as Karli liked to call them. 

There was one other small benefit to daddy taking her home, that being that Karli's mother would doubtless be finding ways to hit on him and while she wasn't an ugly woman, there was no doubt that Karli and I were the sexiest girls alive in comparison and he would be coming home to that after a narrow escape from her curried fried chicken clutches. 

I smirked as I worked at the kitchen island, dipping my strawberries, raspberries, pineapple and other delights in the liquid chocolate. I kept pressing my pussy against the corner of the table, helping to control the tingling that I felt. Would tonight be the night? Would my daddy finally want us enough to surrender to the urges he was feeling? 

I finished the first round of dipping and made my way upstairs to his bedroom, where I looked around briefly, searching for something. His blinds were still mostly shut, but one could peer through the wooden slats and see that supposedly hidden location in our backyard where Karli and I had fucked earlier. I knelt for a moment and felt something sticky on my knee. I moved it and pressed my finger to the rug and rubbed it against my thumb. It was slippery and clear, whatever it was. 

I searched around some more, looking in his small plastic bin for tissues but saw none. Then I checked his hamper and found the boxers he'd been wearing earlier- I gasped in delight when I noticed they were sticky, with a huge amount of his cum. The thrill was unreal. Without even thinking, I pulled down my yoga pants and smeared the cum-soaked silk boxers against my pussy, even going so far as to stuff part of it inside me. 

"Daddy, I want your cum inside me..." 

Without even trying and completely unexpectedly, I shuddered, gasped loudly and came. I clenched my thighs around the boxers and rolled side-to-side as the unbidden but certainly welcome orgasm washed over me like a warm bath. All I could picture was daddy's cum, deep in my pussy, mingling with me and part of me forever. 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 04



I laid back on the bed and smeared the sticky boxers all over my pussylips and clit, shivering in delight as I felt the cum. I then brought it up to my tits next and rubbed them there as well, delighted to see it glistening against my soft skin. There was so much of it! 

I was breathing heavily as I lay there, the thoroughly used and abused boxers now wet with my pussy as well as his cum. I brought it to my face and breathed deeply, shuddering as I smelled our mingled scents. I squirmed and writhed on the bed in ecstasy, transported to a world of colourful bliss. I was determined to make tonight the night he wanted to fuck me. 

"You were watching, daddy... you watched Karli and I fuck and you made yourself cum while you did it. Daddy, I love you so much for doing that! I can't wait to show you!" 

Soon, daddy... 

*** 

They returned shortly more than an hour after they'd left, laughing and talking about how crazy Karli's mom was. I smiled and waved from the kitchen, where I was once again working on the chocolate-dipped fruits for our evening. It had taken considerable resistance on Karli's part to keep her mom from sending back some weird homemade snack for us to try out, not to mention she'd tried to keep my dad there while Karli and I partied back here. 

"I'm just sayin', Mister S, she's available," Karli teased, winking at my dad. "And believe me, if she knew you were gifted the way I know you are..." 

"Thank you, but no," my dad said firmly. "Your mom's... not really my type." 

"Daddy can't decide on a type, seemingly, so he just hangs with us to avoid the issue." I said cheerfully, making him blush. "Mind you, he could do a lot worse." 

"That's very true!" he declared as he set down his twelve pack of craft beer and a bagful of coolers for Karli and I. She'd made a good selection of flavours and we'd be well-stocked for tonight. I presented the finished treats to them, asking them what they thought. 

"Excellent job, Evie," he said, nodding. "Do we want dinner before tonight's festivities?" 

"Oh, no, daddy," I said, shaking my head. "Karli and I stuffed ourselves last night and then this morning, believe me. You go ahead and eat if you're hungry, we won't mind." 

"But, if you two don't eat anything, won't you get drunk pretty quickly?" he queried. 

We both looked at him for a moment. "I fail to see the problem here, daddy." I replied. 

"I'm just being your dad," he reasoned. "My little girl getting drunk?" 

"Am I out at a party where some boys can violate me when I pass out?" I challenged. "I'm here with you, daddy, and my best friend, what's to worry about if I get shit-faced?" 

"Okay, you got me there," he sighed, accepting the logic of it. "You win." 

"What do you expect if you're going to keep me locked away like Rapunzel?" I argued for no particular reason. 

"Well you certainly ain't Snow White," he replied, laughing. Karli burst out laughing too and I shut up, knowing I'd just landed on the wrong side of my daddy's razor-sharp wit. I'd had that coming, since he'd already given up. "Now go ahead and do whatever you need to do while I grab something to eat, okay?" 

The food was ready so I took Karli with me while I went upstairs to the bathroom. I sat and she snuggle-straddled her way onto my lap, taking pictures of us while we peed together. 

"You're gonna love this," I said quietly, making ultra-sure my dad couldn't hear me. "While you guys were gone? I went into his room to check and make sure he' been watching us while we fucked in the backyard." 

"Ooh, naughty," Karli whispered, grinning. "Find anything?" 

"Did I ever," I replied, nodding. "I found his silk boxers he was wearing earlier, in his hamper and absolutely drenched in his cum. I also found a few droplets on the floor by the window he didn't clean." 

Her eyes went wide. "Ohmigod, really? What did you do?" 

I smiled slyly. "I was instantly horny so I stripped, laid on his bad and rubbed the cum all over myself and inside my cunt, of course." 

Karli shivered and held me tight at the thought. "Think there's any left?" 

I giggled. "Sorry, babe, I got greedy." 

"Poo," she muttered. "Well, it's probably proper this way, you being his real daughter and all. Think tonight'll be the night?" 

"I'm sure hoping so," I said, my eyes glinting with determination. "Getting his cum in me made me hungrier for more, it didn't sate me, that's for fucking sure." 

Karli squirmed close to me, pressed her pussy to mine and peed while kissing me. We finished and then went back downstairs, where we found daddy munching happily on a whole pizza. We both laughed as we saw what he was doing. 

"Daddy, you're never going to get your hardbody back if you keep eating like an entire frat house!" I said, coming up and hugging him. "Jeez, no need to eat the whole damn thing." 

"Besides," Karli said, leaning on his other shoulder and pressing her boobs into him. "If you eat too much, you can't be drunk with us, right?" 

"Oh, it'd take a lot more than twelve craft beers to get this lug drunk," I added. "We might get him tipsy, but I'd have to break out the French absinthe in liquor cabinet before he got well and truly bombed." 

He sighed and quit attacking the pizza, leaving roughly half of it. "I guess I can stay somewhat hungry, for you two." 

Karli giggled. "That sounded so perverted, Mister Sturm! I'm blushing!" 

"You know what I meant, Karli..." he replied, shaking his head at her while standing. "It's dark now, why don't you two go set up the canopy and mosquito nets and turn on the lights?" 

We nodded and hurried out to the back- our jacuzzi was a wooden finish model, big enough for about five or six people and sat on our deck. It had lights that could be turned on at night and we also had a folding canopy that raised up and protected it on three sides from inclement weather and prying eyes. Generally, though, the tall trees that ringed our backyard kept the neighbours from seeing much of anything. 

The canopy also had a thin mosquito net that afforded protection from pest, especially when the lights were on. But one of my favourite features of our jacuzzi was the fact that it had a built-in mp3 player, a feature Karli and I used a lot. Small surfaces provided space for food while several drink-wells were built into the edges, allowing us to eat and drink as we pleased. 

One we'd put up the canopy and draped the mosquito net, I turned the jacuzzi on, giving it time to start up and reach the temperature we wanted. Then we went back inside and got the fruit and our coolers, bringing them out and setting them in various locations, along with my daddy's beer. We set the fruit on a small nearby table that was far enough away that heat from the jacuzzi wouldn't melt the chocolate readily. When all was ready, I took Karli's hands in mind and looked into her eyes. 

"Alright, this is it," I said quietly, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. "We get him just tipsy enough to let his guard down and we keep playing it naughty. But he has to be the one who initiates it with us, or he may never be that comfortable again, okay?" 

She nodded. "Don't jump him just because he might get a hard-on." 

"Oh, he'll be hard, I guarantee it," I said, my eyes serious. "But he's got to make up his mind about this, we can't take that away from him. All we can do is show our willingness and let him see and smell it on us, let the pheromones do the rest, okay?" 

We leaned in and kissed before stripping ourselves naked and stepping into the hot tub, drinking our coolers to calm our giddy nerves. 

This was going to be an amazing evening, no matter what happened. 

*** 

So there we were, waiting in the jacuzzi, sipping at our coolers and waiting patiently. We sat some distance apart so that we didn't begin the depravity too early and secondly to make sure that the star of our little show would fit between us. 

About ten minutes after we'd gotten in, the back door slid open and out came my dad, carrying a beer and wearing his bathing shorts. We both knew instantly that wasn't happening. 

"Oh, daddy, no," I said, waving a finger. "Nope nope nope nooooope!" 

He paused halfway through the mosquito screen. "What?" 

"No bathing shorts, big guy," I said firmly. "We're all el fresco tonight. Lose 'em or go back inside with the kiddies." 

He seemed confused for a moment. "You mean you're both completely naked in the jacuzzi." 

By way of response, we both stood up, revealing ourselves to indeed be completely nude. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the sight of us. 

"What's the big deal, sir?" Karli asked sweetly. "You've seen us both in our birthday suits before, recently even. Nothing's changed." 

He still gaped at us. "Yes, but..." 

"But..." I pressed. 

"You... sure this is alright?" 

I rolled my eyes for effect. "We're both over eighteen, daddy. If it's not alright, we would've never let you come out here, right? You know where the door back inside is." 

He thought about that for a moment and drew a deep breath. Squeezing his eyes shut, which we both found adorable, he slowly peeled down his shorts, leaving him naked. We both smiled as his huge cock came into view. He then clambered into the tub and we watched it swinging between his legs, like a fleshy pendulum. 

"There, daddy," I said sweetly, smiling. "Better?" 

"It does feel nice in here..." he said, settling into the water on one of the lower seats. Karli and I both sat in higher ones so our boobs stayed partially out of the water, making sure he could see them. True, it meant at this moment we couldn't reach one another, but it was still early and we wanted daddy to relax and get comfortable before the game began. We sat lazily and just drank from our respective bottles while I turned on some mellow jazz, which I knew would help daddy relax. 

"James Darren," he said, smiling. "Didn't know you'd programmed it into the player. Thanks, kitten." 

"Oh, daddy, I did that ages ago," I replied, smiling back. "Not gonna be selfish and just program in my own music." 

He looked around inside the canopy, the lights set around the jacuzzi illuminating the insides brightly enough to let everyone see anything without being harsh or intrusive. "When was the last time you and I sat in this thing together, pumpkin?" he asked. 

I thought about that while taking a sip of my cooler. "Hm, I think I was sixteen, daddy. You, mom and I all sat in here one day during the winter and watched the snow fall." 

He thought about that for a moment and nodded. I was worried for a moment that he might get depressed at the thought of mom but that didn't happen, thankfully. He smiled at me. "Gonna have to make sure we don't wait that long again, eh? Silly not to enjoy ourselves out here as often as we can." 

"Daddy, I love that!" I squeaked happily, clapping and bouncing just enough that my breasts jiggled and he got to watch. "You're amazing, daddy!" 

"Hey, am I invited?" Karli asked, pouting prettily and moving her chest forward slightly to present the swell of her breasts above the water. 

"Of course," daddy and I said at the same time before we looked at one another and laughed. "Of course you are," I continued. "You're like my sister and another daughter, right daddy?" 

"Helluva relationship you sisters have, then," he replied, rolling his eyes and taking another pull from his bottle, causing us both to giggle. "But if that's the way it's going to be, us making regular use of this, then I'm thinking at least once a week. We shouldn't use it so infrequently, I love this jacuzzi." 

"We all do." I agreed, taking a stiff drink of my cooler. I was now on my second and perhaps feeling the tiniest bit of a tingle or a buzz, which I enjoyed. Even if nothing happened tonight, even if I didn't manage to quite fuck my daddy, this was going to be an awesome night I'd always remember. 

"But just so I'm sure," he said, taking another drink and then looking at me pointedly. "You've never had a boy in here, have you?" 

I paused for a moment, wondering what to say while Karli looked at me and smirked. I shifted uncomfortably and then nodded. "Well, to be honest, I have." 

"I see," he said evenly, taking another beer and twisting off the top. I was pretty sure they weren't twist-offs. "And did anything happen that I wouldn't want to know about?" 

Karli began giggling and finally I sighed, telling him the truth. "Total honesty, daddy- I've been topless in here with boys, even made out once or twice, but never had sex in here with a boy." 

"Well, that's good to hear..." he said taking another sip. 

"Karli, on the other hand, she and I have sex in here all the time." I added, causing my dad to almost choke on his beer while Karli whooped with laughter. He coughed and cleared his throat, putting his beer down in its reservoir to steady himself. 

"You two are trying to kill me, I swear." he wheezed. 

"Oh, sorry, daddy," I cooed, reaching over and stroking his shin with my toe in a gesture of apology. "Isn't normal to be able to talk about this kind of thing?" 

"I'm concluding rapidly that very damned little is normal about this family of mine," he muttered as he took his beer and drained it rapidly before moving on to another. "Anything else you want to 'fess up to?" 

I shook my head. "Not tonight, why ruin a great evening?" I said, smirking and causing him to shake his head again. "Most of my misbehaviour around this place has been with Karli anyway, so I don't mind talking about that." 

He looked at the two of us in what might have been bemusement. "Is there any place in this house you two haven't violated?" 

Karli and I looked at one another and made a show of thinking, as if we really had to try and remember if there was indeed such a place. Daddy just sighed and took another drink, draining that bottle and moving on to his fourth. Kar and I finally agreed that we hadn't done anything on his bed, but he already knew that we'd had sex in his shower recently. 

"Jeez," he muttered. "Even the kitchen island?" 

"Love that one," Karli said, grinning. "That cold marble on your butt cheeks or my boobs when she turns me over to-" 

"Thank you, Karli, I get the picture," he interrupted, giving her a deadpan expression and causing us to giggle. "You two out to murder me? You found out about my life insurance policy on you, did you?" 

We settled in and listened to music, letting the warm water relax us. No one felt the need to say anything for a while. I was onto my third cooler and feeling good. I could tell that Karli was getting tipsy because she was giggling randomly and her face was slightly flushed. I didn't want her to get too drunk, at least not yet. Daddy had to be around the same level of happy as we were. Thankfully, he was pulling away steadily at his beers, already on his fifth. He's no doubt finish all twelve if we let him and I wasn't worried about him getting drunk, not from beers, anyway. 

I had been subtly moving up to a higher sitting shelf, slowly revealing my body without daddy taking notice of the change. Karli had been doing the same and before long, most of our breasts were above the water line, just past our nipples. I looked over at Karli and gave her a subtle wink and she nodded in return. She took another sip of her cooler. 

"Ever tried this watermelon flavour?" she asked me, examining the bottle. "Here, give it a shot." 

I nodded and leaned forward, so that my breasts came out of the water, my nipples just touching the frothing water line. Daddy watched casually, apparently mellow enough to appreciate my body without getting agitated. Good, that's exactly what I wanted. 

I tried the cooler Karli had offered, standing in the middle of the jacuzzi bent over, oblique to my father. I said I liked it and made to sit down when something I didn't expect occurred and one of the jets behind me gushed directly on my pussy. I squeaked loudly and splashed, standing up straight very suddenly, my eyes wide. Karli burst out laughing at my shock while my dad simply raised an eyebrow, looking at my face. I was standing hip deep in the water, holding a hand against my chest, breathing rapidly, no doubt looking like a frightened cat. 

"That was awesome!" Karli wheezed, still laughing. "Feel violated, Evie?" 

"Holy shit," I rasped, turning my head to glower at the offending jet. "Could've given me dinner and a movie first." 

"Yeah, those upper ones are pretty strong," she said casually, taking another drink, her breasts fully appearing above the water. I was still standing and it occurred to me that the waterline barely concealed my pussy. "The lower ones, though, they've become my best friends." 

I looked at her pointedly while my dad chuckled and shook his head. "Does that really work?" 

"Hell yeah it does," Karli said emphatically. "Why do you think I moved to this one?" 

"It just caught me off-guard," I said, finally composing myself but not sitting down so daddy could continue to look at me. "I'm better now." 

"That and it wasn't your regular, was it?" Karli teased, pointing my way with her cooler bottle. 

Daddy looked at me. "You have a regular?" 

"We both do," Karli said, not giving me a chance to respond. "She calls hers Joan." 

"Joan Jett. Harrr..." daddy said dryly, opening another beer. 

"And I call mine Roger, as in Ramjet." Karli added, grinning. 

"And that's Roger you're sitting with right now?" daddy asked, clearly relaxed and perhaps buzzed enough to be curious. 

"Oh, yeah, he's my buddy," Karli said, smiling slyly and winking at my father. 

"That he is," I purred, kneeling down in the tub now in front of Karli and smiling at her. "Go ahead and say hi to him." 

Karli nodded and now leaned forward, putting her arms on my shoulders and lifting her amazing butt to the level of the jet she'd come to know so well. I put my arms gently around her back and supported her, my face nuzzled into her shoulder. I looked and smiled at daddy, who was watching incredulously but didn't blush or look away. He just sat and watched, fixated. 

Karli trembled and moaned as the jet pulsed and battered her pussy. It never took either of us long to cum if we were fucking these jets. Her boobs jiggled above the waterline, her flawless, tan skin glistening. Her back arched beautifully as he behind wiggled while she played with the jet. I could feel her hands flexing against my back in pleasure. 

"Mmmmm, Evie..." she moaned. 

"Let it go, baby," I said gently. "Show my daddy what a good girl you are." 

At the mention of my daddy watching she began to tremble even more and squirmed her ass against the water jet. She hissed and moaned before shaking all over very suddenly and letting out a deep sigh as she came, biting my shoulder. I looked and made sure my daddy was watching, delighted to see that he remained transfixed on the display of shameless pleasure going on not two feet away from him. 

Karli sagged against me and I held her close to keep her from collapsing into the water. I giggled and kissed her nose, telling her what a great job she'd done. She murmured a thank you before I slung her into a lower seat, away from the jet. She sat still, her eyes open but somewhat glazed, smiling and caressing her body. 

"No wonder you two like this thing," my father said finally, clearly amazed. "I... remember your mother occasionally mentioning that she liked the jets, but I don't think I ever saw her, uh, get off on them like that." 

I smirked at him. "You saying you two never did anything in this jacuzzi, daddy?" 

"Well, of course," he replied. "But I was in here with her, so your mom didn't... well, she didn't need the jets, let's just say that." 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 04



Karli and I both began giggling at his statement. He downed the rest of his beer and opened another. "So, Evie," he said, hoping to change the topic away from him fucking my mom. "Uh, which jet is Joan?" 

"Oh, here she is," I said, making a petting motion at one of them that was directly opposite him. "This is Joan and we're very much in love." 

He chuckled and shook his head. "My little girl the perv." 

"Well I come by it honestly, obviously," I said, winking at him. "Clearly you and mom were no angels." 

"And when was the last time you and Joan got intimate?" he asked. 

I thought about that. "Hmmm, been at least three weeks, I think," I mused. "Karli, wanna help?" 

Karli was still melted into a puddle and slowly shook her head, indicating that she couldn't. I sighed. "Well, daddy, sorry, can't show you, unless you plan to let me steady myself on your shoulders." 

He thought about that for a few moments. To my secret delight, he nodded. "Well, okay. I mean, it's not the first time I've seen it, right?" 

I looked at him, a hint of a smirk. "Seen what, daddy?" 

He suddenly realized what he had said and blushed, not terribly intent on explaining, but I wasn't about to let this go. I knelt in front of him and looked him in the eyes. 

"Daddy, what did you mean? I know you didn't mean about seeing me naked, so what did you mean?" 

For added pressure, Karli now slinked forward and knelt next to me, staring at him as well. My father squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as he steeled himself to confess to whatever. 

"I've... seen you cum before..." he said finally. "I was walking by your room once and you'd left your door open and you were on all fours in a corner of your room, using one of your toys that can stick to a wall. I saw you just as you..." 

"Just as I came." I said, still looking at him. 

"And I stopped for a moment to make sure you were alright. Then I realized what you were doing and I went to my room, nothing more." 

I began giggling, almost in tears. "Daddy, that's so cute! So you've seen me cum? Don't worry, I'm not embarrassed." 

He blushed furiously. "I... might have seen you both earlier today as well," he admitted. "I heard something in the back and looked between my blinds and you two were just... finishing and I..." 

"Well at least I feel included now," Karli quipped cheerfully. "And I'm not embarrassed either." 

"Well, if you're okay with spying on me while I cum, than the least you can do is just brace me while I do it." I declared, not giving him a choice. Karli moved aside while I took daddy's hands and pulled him into a kneeling position in the center of the jacuzzi. I then placed my hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes, my face inches from his. 

"Put your hands on my back." I said gently, waiting for him to do so. I then slowly began moving my behind backward, feeling the increasing pressure of the water pushing out of the jet. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes as the first ripples of pleasure began to come over me. The jets teased my pussylips and clit beautifully. 

I hummed softly as I let the flow of the jet pass over me, gently squeezing my daddy's shoulders. I opened my eyes and smiled at him while he looked back into mine, unable to say anything. One of my hands left his shoulders and then caressed his neck and up into his hair. 

"Daddy, it feel so good," I whispered, feeling him tremble as I used his name. "Mmmm, I want to tell you what it's like, but I- mmmmmmmm- I don't know how..." 

"It's all good, pumpkin," he said softly, evidently feeling the need to say something. "I'm glad it feels good, go ahead and enjoy yourself. Daddy's watching." 

He may not have known it, but he said exactly the right thing, telling me he was watching. I gasped and let out a sigh, pressing a little further back. I was taking this slower than Karli had, since my daddy was involved, but it was so worth it to see the look in his eyes. I kept caressing his neck, my face close enough to his so that he could feel my breath on him. 

Finally I'd pushed back almost to the jet and the force of it was making my body shudder. Karli kept gentle hold of my hips, steadying me. I bit my lip and breathed through my nose, fingers flexing on daddy's neck. His hands held me a little tighter, gripping my flanks as he watched me ride out this incredible wave of pleasure. 

"Daddy..." I moaned, knowing I wouldn't last much longer. "Oh, God, daddy, I..." 

The orgasm crashed over me and I thought I'd scream so loud the entire neighbourhood would hear me. Unsure of what else to do, I jammed my lips against my father's kissing him and moaning loudly into his mouth. He was too stunned to move, feeling me shaking and writhing as I came. Karli knew what was happening and held me steadily, determined to not let me drop. 

Finally I collapsed forward, panting and heaving, my breasts pressed to my daddy's chest, my chin over his shoulder while I hugged him. He simply wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I could feel my heart thundering and I'm pretty sure I felt his thumping against me too. 

My daddy was naked, holding my naked body after I'd just cum, hard. I couldn't believe we were this close. Just a little more... 

I slowly opened my eyes and lifted myself to look at him and smiled wearily. "So that's why I love Joan. Make sense?" 

"Uh... yeah, I guess it does," he said, unsure of how to express whatever he wanted to say. "Pumpkin, you're... beautiful when you cum." 

I giggled and hugged him again, loving his arms around me. I then smiled at him apologetically. 

"Sorry I kissed you suddenly," I said, blushing. "It was that or scream so loud that-" 

"It's okay, kitten," he said, smiling and rubbing his nose against mine. "I understand." 

I exhaled heavily and flopped back into an upper seat, my breasts above the waterline. I sighed and caressed them with one hand, looking at the ceiling of the canopy. "Gawd, cumming makes me hungry, but I can't even move, my legs are fucking jello. Karli?" 

My friend sighed and shook her head, indicating she was in no shape to either. I looked at my father and smiled. "So it's up to you, daddy. Would you get the chocolate-covered fruits, please?" 

He blushed a deep red. "I'd rather not." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" 

"I... look, I just..." 

"Daddy..." I said levelly, fixing him with a look. 

"Well, watching Karli get off on the jet and then helping you, it... my body might be reacting a certain way that it probably sho-" 

"Daddy," I said slyly, smirking. "Are you telling me that you have a massive hard-on because of what happened?" 

He blushed again. "I... yes." 

"Well so the fuck what?" I said emphatically. "You've seen Karli and I naked in here, you've seen us cum in here and at least three times overall, so what's the big deal? Quit being so embarrassed, daddy." 

"I..." 

"We've hugged naked, we've seen each other naked more than a few times now and I've sat in your lap where my pussy's almost touched your cock." I pointed out. "Daddy, just stand up and show us so we can get by all this awkwardness. Karli and I aren't worried, I promise you!" 

He thought about what I was saying and finally stood up. Both our eyes went wide when we saw it, wobbling in front of us. We'd seen it hard on the webcam, of course, but seeing it right here in front of us... 

"Holy shit..." Karli breathed. "Now you really need to be my sugar daddy." 

I swallowed and then nodded. "Okay, daddy. See? The universe didn't collapse. It's natural for you to be turned on by hot, naked girls. We're perfectly fine with it. Now get the fruit, please, so we can all eat something." 

He nodded and stepped out of the tub, his rock-hard erection bobbing in front of him, as if pointing the way to the treats. Karli giggled at the sight but behaved as he retrieved the dainties and came back with the tray. He seemed more relaxed and not in such a hurry to submerge himself beneath the churning water, for which I was grateful. 

"Daddy, passing around the tray sounds like a disaster waiting to happen so we're just gonna sit with you, okay?" I said, moving around to his side, Karli doing likewise. 

"Great, now my boner's never gonna go away..." he muttered, causing us to giggle. I picked a big, exquisitely-covered strawberry I'd layered in both milk and dark chocolate and presented it to my father, smiling lovingly. 

"To the most amazing and loving daddy in the world, the first treat!" I declared while Karli knelt on his other side. He grinned and took a huge bite of it, leaving only the tiny green leaves and the stem. He chewed happily while we giggled and watched. I tossed the stem away carelessly. There'd be time to clean up later. 

"I'm glad you're finally getting comfortable with the whole naked thing, daddy," I said, stroking his cheek while smiling at him. "So as woman of the house, I'm making a new rule." 

Daddy looked at me. "Woman of the house, hm? Do I get a say in whatever this ruling is?" 

"No, daddy, don't be silly." I said simply. "From now on, unless there's company beyond the three of us in the house, we are all to be naked as often as possible." 

Daddy shook his head. "What?" 

"Exactly what I said," I explained. "I'm declaring the house a clothing-free zone at all times, unless we have visitors. That goes for you, Karli, because she practically lives here, and myself." 

"Works for me," Karli nodded. "I'm pretty much a nudist anyway, it'd be nice t not have to worry about that sort of crap for a change." 

"You two are serious, aren't you?" daddy said, looking back and forth between us. 

"Totally," I said. "It just makes sense, daddy. I hate clothes, you know that. Why shouldn't we just be free of them? And no, Karli and I don't care if you occasionally spring a boner. It's cool." 

He sighed. "Alright then." 

"Awesome!" Karli said, standing up and doing a little dance, her boobs jiggling back and forth, her hairless pussy just above the waterline. "See, sir? Your head didn't explode because you saw my goodies." 

"At this rate you should just call me daddy like your sister here..." he replied, trying to sound resigned to a fate her clearly didn't mind at all. 

Karli squealed and crushed herself to him in a big hug. "Thank you, daddy!" 

"Nfff, my pleasure, Karli..." he wheezed as she plowed into him. 

The James Darren list had finally ended and I put on some trance music, something I thought would help keep emotions high, with no real lyrics but often an occasional woman's voice in the background. Karli smiled at my dad as she now sat astride one of his legs, her pussy on his thigh. He coughed and tried not to notice, per our new agreement. 

"So, Evie here said that in order to make you comfortable around her body she made you feel and squeeze her boobs," she purred. "Is that what it's gonna take to make you comfortable around me, daddy?" 

Without waiting, she took both his hands and placed them on her breasts. They weren't as big as mine but they were a wonderful size on her smaller frame and he swallowed as she held his hands against her soft globes, massaging them in circles. She hummed as he even voluntarily gave them a bit of a squeeze. 

"Great hands, sir- I mean, daddy," she giggled. "I'm jealous that Evie got the treatment first." 

"Oh, it won't be the last for either of us, I'm sure." I said as I sat straddled his other leg, letting him feel my pussy on his thigh. "Kar, you want some fruit?" 

She nodded and took a small raspberry cluster bound in chocolate and placed it in my mouth before leaning over to her. She leaned in and her lips met mine. She bit into it and we kissed as the chocolate and berries dissolved between us. Karli kept my dad's hands placed squarely on her boobs while we did it and he just watched, saying nothing. 

"Mmmm," Karli said, smiling as we pulled back from the kiss. "Evie-covered chocolate, my favourite." 

"Daddy, you want some more?" I asked, looking at him. He sort of nodded and Karli grinned as she had an idea. 

"I got this!" she declared, taking another strawberry and placing it between my boobs, which I cupped together to keep it in place. "Go for it, mister- daddy..." 

He stared down at my breasts for a moment while I smiled and winked at him. He slowly lowered his head down to my breasts and took the strawberry in his mouth, pulling it away. I shivered in delight and giggled as he chewed on it. I took a pineapple piece and pressed it to Karli's boobs, moving it around until she was smeared with chocolate. I then fed her the piece and leaned in, sliding my tongue against her breasts, lapping at the chocolate. She shuddered as I swirled my tongue around her nipple and gave it a gentle bite. 

She looked at my dad and giggled. "Have you ever seen anyone looking more stunned in their life?" she asked. He did indeed look completely at a loss for words. "Let's see if we can wake him up..." 

With that, we both leaned in and pressed our boobs against his face. He stiffened a little but didn't move as we rubbed our slippery breasts around slowly. We smirked at one another, knowing that he was nearly ours if we could do this. When we pulled back, his eyes were still wide and he sighed deeply. 

"God..." he said finally. "You two are..." 

"Incredible?" I interjected, giving him the adjective he was looking for. We both stood at that moment and began dancing slowly in time with the music, gyrating our bodies while he looked on in wonder. His eyes roamed over our bodies, sending tingles through me. He looked at my face, my breasts, my tummy and my pussy, along with my ass when I wiggled my way in a circle. Karli did the same, standing close enough that we could rub against one another. 

We faced away from one another and held hands, pressing our ass cheeks together and began squirming. We both looked down at daddy, who stared back at us, lost in the show we were putting on for him. We writhed against one another, in time with the music I'd chosen. He was hooked, now I just had to reel him in... 

Without a word we both settled back onto his thighs, facing out from him, our ass cheeks against his hips and his huge hard-on wedged between our legs. We slowly ground and moved against him, each of us taking a hand and placing it on our breasts as we undulated hypnotically. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest and by the restrained pressure of his grip on my breast I could tell he yearned for more. 

I gasped and shivered against him as his fingers gently pinched my nipple and heard Karli moan as he did the same to her. Our inner hands fell below the waterline and brushed gently against his throbbing cock, which begged for attention. We both gently took hold of it and he moaned, making me wild. This was it, we had him. 

"Daddy, stand up..." I whispered, my voice almost an instruction but also begging. We slid off his lap as he slowly rose, his titan cock now standing between us, inches from our faces. We both stared hungrily but remembered to play precisely, we didn't want to lose him at the last moment. We closed in around his hips, enveloping his manhood with our breasts, massaging gently back and forth. He put his hands on the back of our heads and moaned in pleasure. 

Gently, our hands came up and wrapped around his dick, there was plenty for both of us. We leaned in and began kissing the shaft gently, enthralled by the feel of his soft skin above the iron hardness. His fingers flexed in our hair as he trembled, pressing us closer to his cock and we moved our bodies in obediently. 

I slid my tongue along the length of the shaft to his head, pressing the tip of my tongue against it. He moaned as I put my lips around the pulsing head, slowly swirling my tongue. Karli was kissing her way along the shaft, eventually joining me. We kissed each other around the head and began sliding our tongues around, teasing him. 

"Mmmm, daddy..." I moaned, feeling him tremble again at my use of his name. Our hands continued to stroke his shaft while our tongues wrestled around his cock head. His fingers in my hair felt so good, the sheer, casual power of his body making me wetter than ever. 

We both stood now, keep our hands gently wrapped around his cock and pumping it together while we snuggled our bodies to his. I looked up into his eyes, my own glassy with need. 

"Daddy," I said quietly. "This... everything about this... it's okay. It's wonderful, I promise you. Never worry, daddy..." 

He looked down at me and nodded readily before I pressed my lips to his, kissing him lovingly, as I had wanted to for days now. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, moaning as I tasted the chocolate on him. He slowly reciprocated, his tongue meeting mine and dancing with it. My pussy was aching badly to him but I knew to take it slow. This first time was to be memorable forever. 

His body was beginning to respond to Karli's and mine and his movements and the way he held us became stronger. I pulled myself away from the kiss and bit at his shoulder. While I did that, he turned his face to Karli's and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She moaned in surprise and even stiffened for a split second before surrendering, kissing him back eagerly. We kept pumping his cock, squirming our bodies against his. 

I then gently lifted a leg and stepped over my daddy's hard-on so that my legs were on either side of it. I shivered as I felt the shaft against my pussylips. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him passionately while Karli knelt behind us and gently took the head of his cock in her mouth. She slowly slipped her way down his length until she encountered my ass cheeks and my dripping cooze. Humming as she kept him in her mouth, she carefully took my lips between her fingers and pulled them down slightly, like she meant to wrap them around his shaft. I moaned into daddy's mouth and squirmed my pussy on his dick. 

Karli slid her mouth back, taking a deep breath before going back down again. She slowly began to bob back and forth along his length, as much as she could take in until she reached my pussy. She caressed my ass cheeks as she sucked on him while daddy and I continued to kiss deeply, lost in one another. I shuddered as he reached in and squeezed my breasts, my whole body on fire at his touch. I finally parted out lips, a string of our sloppy kiss pulling away between us as I looked up into his eyes, mine misty with my need. 

"Daddy," I whispered. "Please... I need you inside me so bad..." 

He nodded, completely beyond any objections he might have had earlier and allowed me to push him gently down onto the ridge he'd been sitting on before. Karli reluctantly released his cock from her mouth but knew she still had a part to play, not to mention she would soon feel his cock deep inside her too. 

He sat with his legs apart, allowing me to straddle him, facing inward. My breasts squashed to his chest and my eyes met his as Karli steadied me, guiding my cheeks slowly and reaching under to find daddy's cock. She pressed my pussylips against it and teased the head up and down their length before moving to the side and watching intently. 

He looked into my eyes and I nodded, feeling his cock head still squarely at the entrance of my womanhood. Slowly, never breaking our gaze, he gently pushed down on my hips while I lowered myself onto his cock. The huge head split my lips and then pushed inside, already stretching me. Biting my lip, I continued to settle myself down, feeling my tight walls give way before his massive tool. I shuddered and moaned, never having felt so full before. It began to sting a little but I kept pressing, determined to take him all the way in. 

My pussylips finally pressed against the base of his cock and we both paused, staying absolutely still for a moment. I trembled and my breath was almost a sob as I tried to adjust. The sting gave way to the unreal stretching and then I was fine. I hugged him close, lost in a deep, content pleasure at that moment I could not describe. 




Love You, Daddy! Ch. 04



"I love you, daddy," I whimpered. "Let me show you how much..." 

I slowly began to rise, biting my lip again as that titan cock moved inside me. I pulled almost all the way off him, only the head left inside before slowly sinking back down, hissing as he stretched me again. Daddy trembled and moaned, his hands gripping my back. Karli was snuggling against him, kissing at our shoulders and caressing us assuringly. 

Once he was all the way inside I paused again, briefly, before starting to move up again. I established a slow, steady rhythm now, moving up and down on his cock, my eyes locked with his. It stretched me beyond belief but it felt so good, especially because it was my daddy, finally. Karli and I had been so patient and worked so hard for this moment. 

We kissed again as I slowly fucked him, loving the feel of his long, fat cock throbbing inside of me, invading my tight depths, learning me intimately, in a way I'd never desired of anyone else, even Karli. There was an intimacy to this, a craved connection that only he and I could experience, unlike anything else in creation. My daddy and I, right now, in this perfect union of bodies that felt so right and fulfilled so many needs we both had. 

"Daddy..." I moaned, causing him to shudder and grip my ass cheeks tighter. "You feel so good..." 

"Baby..." he moaned. "Oh, God, Evie..." 

I pressed myself to him, covering his face, neck and shoulders in kisses while I squirmed on his lap. He still was stretching me almost beyond capacity but I was beginning to adjust and even squeezing experimentally with my pussy muscles, where I could. I'd fucked my bedpost a few times, when I'd been super-horny and alone or with Karli, and this was even more challenging than that had been. I loved how his body smelled as we fucked. 

Fucking... daddy and I are fucking... 

No... we're making love... 

The epiphany shook me to my core and I shuddered around his cock, groaning as I pulled my legs in closer, squeezing him even tighter and I thought I'd fucking burst. Daddy moaned as I squeezed and pulled me in tighter. My God, it was feeling so good... 

"Daddy," I panted, looking into his eyes, both our bodies shining with sweat. "It's so big... I need- nnnnnnnn- I need a moment... please fuck Karli, daddy..." 

He nodded, holding still and allowing me to slowly slide off of him. We both shuddered as he popped out of me and I gripped his shoulders as my knees almost buckled. I flopped off to the side and pulled Karli into his lap. She seemed to have a game plan already because she faced away from him, squirming her butt down onto his lap. She leaned back against him, grinding hungrily on his cock as she prepared herself to take him inside. 

When I had caught my breath, I knelt in front of them and Karli spread her legs, showing me her eager cunt. I took his huge rod and pressed the head against her lips, letting her slide them up and down it for several seconds. She then pressed it to her entrance and sank down, slowly taking him in. Karli is smaller than I am and she was gnashing her teeth and shaking with the effort, but she resolutely took his cock inside herself, groaning. 

Finally, he was as far in as she could manage and she trembled and whimpered as she tried to hold him in place. 

"Holy fuck..." she whispered. "Holy fucking fuckballs..." 

I knelt in front of her and smiled, glad my daddy couldn't see the tears of effort streaming down her face. But I knew soon enough she was be in rapture as she fucked that magnificent cock, because Karli was a goddess when it came to sex. We'd fisted one another and she could do that like a champ. 

Slowly, patiently, she began to move up and down, my dad keeping his hands on her thighs gently. If I thought my breathing had been ragged during my first few moments of having him inside me, it was nothing on hers. Her pussy and his cock were underwater so I took a breath and submerged myself to take a look, the water not hot enough to sting my eyes. 

Oh my God... was that what it looked like when he was fucking me? 

Because he looked like he was about to tear her apart. 

But she was slowly finding a rhythm to work with that she could control. I broke the surface and saw her leaning back against him now while she squirmed her hips in a circle, rather than moving up and down. She was kissing him greedily and his hands were fondling and squeezing her breasts. They seemed like naturals together and I hoped daddy and I looked that amazing when we were fucking. 

"Evie..." she panted, still grinding on his cock. "Y'gotta take over, he's tearing me up..." 

I laid on my back on a thick towel I spread out, parting my legs and dangling them in the water. With a groan, Karli pulled herself off my dad's lap and brought him over to me. She knelt and sucked on his cock briefly, reveling in the taste of our mingled wetness, the three of us. Then he leaned over me, looking down into my eyes. I put my hands on his shoulders and nodded that I was ready. 

He pressed his cock head against my pussy and pushed inside, pausing as I moaned. Then he began to slid in steadily but slowly, gradually filling me up. Karli knelt beside us, gaping in wonder at the sight of his huge cock penetrating me. I shuddered as he pushed in, my fingers pressing into his shoulders. Finally our hips met, he was completely inside me. I hooked my legs around his waist, pinning me to him and smiled. 

"Fuck me, daddy..." I said gently. "Fuck me and cum deep inside me. It's what I want..." 

He nodded and began pushing slowly back and forth, while Karli crawled over me and nestled her body down to mine, breasts squashing and her pussy resting atop mine as we kissed lovingly. I moaned into her mouth as daddy slid in and out, a sensation like no other with that titan weapon of his. 

"Daddy..." I groaned, loving when his pubic bone met mine, the head of his cock pressing against my back wall. "Daddy, please, fuck me good... make me cum for you..." 

I began squirming my hips against him, flexing my tight pussy muscles around his shaft, making sure it was the best thing he'd ever felt in his life. Karli's tongue wrestled with mine as we writhed against one another- she could feel his cock going in and out of me with her own pussy. Our bodies were soaked with sweat as we fucked, the three of us. 

Daddy was panting and beginning to tremble, his thrusts inside me becoming firmer, more deliberate and I knew he was getting close to cumming. The very notion made me hotter than ever, my pussy squeezing tighter and tighter in response. I grappled onto Karli, moaning into her mouth as we all squirmed harder, so very close to rapture. 

I broke the kiss and was panting heavily, my eyes glazed over. Karli was squeezing my breasts, driving me wild. Daddy was almost bucking against me, his cock battering my insides, sending jolts of wicked fire through me as he threatened to tear my cunt apart. 

"Daddy!" I gasped, looking up into his eyes. 

"Evie..." he grunted, arching his back and straining desperately against me. 

The dam broke and I screamed into Karli's mouth as his cock shook and began pumping his cum inside me. My pussy clenched savagely, stronger than it ever had before. Karli and I tore at one another and she came from pushing her clit down on mine, kissing hungrily and moaning loudly into each other's mouths. 

My God, so much cum! 

He kept pumping and pushing, his cock still pulsing. I felt like I'd drown from the inside. Then without warning he pulled out of me suddenly, pressing down on Karli's back and pushing his cock deep inside her, even while he was still spurting cum. Karli stiffened and tried to gasp, robbed of breath and her body rigid. He snaked his cock in and out, making sure she came hard. She shuddered and collapsed against me finally, like she was dead. 

We stayed put in our tangle, breathing deeply, none of us able to say anything. After nearly a minute, daddy took his still-hard cock out of Karli and slipped it back into me. I sighed, experiencing no discomfort as he did so, just a pleasant fullness I knew I'd never get enough of. I smiled up at him tiredly and he smiled down at me. 

"Thank you, daddy..." I said in my best kitten voice, loving him, in love with him. 

Flushed as he was, in the dim lights of the jauzzi, he nodded and sighed contentedly. 

"There's a lot to work out, isn't there?" he said quietly, lost in thought. 

I shook my head. "No, not really, daddy. There's only stuff to work out if any of us regrets this. And I promise you, Karli and I don't." 

By way of agreeing, Karli gave a weary thumbs up while she lay on top of me, otherwise not moving. 

He thought about what I said before looking at me. "So how long have you had this all planned out?" 

"Not too long, maybe a week." I admitted. "It happened when Karli and I noticed you being sad about mom and your frustration. I saw you trying to get off in the shower and you couldn't. It hurt, daddy, knowing that you were hurting so badly." 

He said nothing, just listening. 

"Karli and I, well, we resolved that we'd be the ones to bring you out of your funk. We were going to fuck you. The fact that you have the biggest cock in the universe was something of a bonus." 

Karli giggled. "Amen to that." 

Daddy blushed. "Well, I wish I could take credit for it." 

"So we've been acting extra sexy and uninhibited around you," I continued. "Any time you thought we were acting rather wild or out of control, it was planned, ever single time, whether we were together or not. And you have been acting more like the amazingly confident daddy I remember, so it worked." 

"So... you two knew I could see you in the backyard when you were tanning and having sex?" he asked, trying to keep the bewilderment out of his voice. 

I nodded. "Yes, daddy. And I know you masturbated watching us, because I found your boxers in your hamper, soaked in cum. It thrilled me so much I rubbed it all over my pussy." 

He blushed furiously now. I could feel his cock finally starting to soften inside me, now that we were actually talking and being honest. 

"I'm really glad you're on those amazing birth control shots," he said finally. "Because I've cum in you now. What about you, Karli?" 

She smiled and giggled, nuzzling against my breasts. "No worries, sir. Y'don't try to be as big a libertine as I am without being on the same shot as your daughter. It's all good." 

"Well, that's a relief," he said finally straightening up but still inside me. "So... now what?" 

"Let me sit up, daddy, and we'll talk." I suggested. He nodded and slowly withdrew from me, his huge cock hanging in front of him and glistening with our mingled cum. Karli got off me and we both knelt in the water and took his piece in our mouths, sucking all the cum off him and draining him dry. He just held our heads and waited for us to finish before we sat him down and snuggled into his sides, kissing him adoringly. 

"Daddy," I said finally, looking at him. "Karli's and my minds are made up. We want this. We don't care if people think it's wrong and nobody has to know anyway. None of their business, right? We're not going to get pregnant, so there's nothing to worry about from that point of view." 

He nodded, at least relieved by that seemingly. 

"The rest is up to you," I said, caressing his cheek. "I want you to be comfortable making love to Karli and I freely, all the time. It's what we want, and you certainly seemed to need and enjoy it." 

He smiled and kissed my nose. "I guess I did. What... well, what about down the road?" 

"You mean if I get a boyfriend or you get a girlfriend?" I asked, knowing full well what was on his mind. "Daddy, I promise you, if you're my lover, I'm going to remember to not settle for someone who doesn't measure up in every way possible. I'm plenty young, I can wait." 

I then hugged him. "And as for you, if I'm your lover, daddy, you'd best make sure she's at least as awesome as I am, because I'll chase her away if she isn't. Nobody's stealing my lover-daddy away from me unless she's a mom-level of incredible." 

We both knelt up and pressed our breasts into him while looking into his eyes. 

"Now do you agree to be okay with all this from hereon in?" I asked, looking at him levelly. "There's two answers, daddy, but only one right one." 

He closed his eyes and thought deeply for several seconds, weighing his life in the balance, everything he'd ever considered and what could happen. When they opened, he smiled at me, shining with incredible confidence and a happiness I'd missed for over a year. 

"Yes, Evangeline," he said, nodding. "I want this." 

We cried in delight and hugged him close, smothering him with kisses. I was grateful and thrilled and delighted and too many other emotions to describe. It was the best feeling in the world. 

"Love you, daddy." I whispered as he pulled me into his arms for a kiss I felt like I'd been waiting my whole life for. 

*** 

To be continued...