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My Daughter's Friend Ch. 01

By: qualitywheat



Laura made love to me many times while she was here; we had a few quickies because of Becky my daughter, who may have been upstairs at the time, or we may have been up there, all chances were taken, I loved the quickies because they were so naughty and secretive.

And each time left me wanting more, I was absolutely in love/lust with her, it didn't matter what she wanted, she got it from me willingly.

She even fastened the double ended dildo on me sometimes and made me sleep with it in me, the number of orgasms I had because of that was nobodies business!

She could leave me drooling in my home simply by touching me secretly even with my husband or Becky in close proximity.

I was asleep with the dildo in one night, Laura had told me she would join me later and we could have some more fun, my husband was on one of his frequent business trips thankfully.

I have described her astonishing beauty, 5ft 10" ash blonde hair, huge blue headlight eyes, tall, body to match, legs that went on for ever and could trap me at the drop of a hat.

And she had told me of her mother Jennifer Lawrence who was my long lost friend and my very first female lover, and the only real one until Laura had entered my life and taken me over.

I awoke at about 12:30am and thought to myself as I looked at the clock 'where is she?' I wondered.

I got up and made sure the dildo was out of sight in case Becky came out of her room and saw me, and tip toed down to Laura's bedroom at the back of the house.

I thought I heard a muffled noise as I passed Becky's room, as I made my way quietly to Laura's.

I silently and slowly cracked her door open, hoping she would waken and come to me in my room.

She wasn't there!

Where on earth is she? I wondered to myself.

I made my way downstairs thinking she had fallen asleep or something on the sofa where I had left her after she had given me a knowing wink before I went to bed and to obey my orders.

She wasn't there either; I walked around the house, nowhere to be seen, oh God I thought where is she? I hope she is ok.

I silently went back up to me room, passing Becky's on the way, I was sure I heard a noise, maybe they were studying even though it was late at night.

I went to my room and removed the dildo so I could enter Becky's room in a normal state of dress, my night dress was a modern one, Laura was slowly changing my wardrobe.

I went to Becky's door tapped twice on it softly and entered, what I saw nearly knocked me off my feet; as I peeped my head around the door, the side light was on and dimmed, and there was Laura on her back with her feet over her shoulders Becky on top of her and plunging into her with a strap on!

I just stood there with my mouth agape, I couldn't speak, and they never heard me either it seemed, Becky was really giving it to Laura, and Laura was moaning and mewling quietly as she received the battering Becky was giving her, the dildo was flashing into and out of Laura's pussy like a piston engine, they both came in unison and both moaning in unison too.

Becky flopped down onto Laura after a few moments, and Laura gasped 'oh Becky that was fantastic.' 

Becky responded, 'yes Laura it was, absolutely wonderful but now you will have to go and see mum and take care of her okay?'

Go to my mum? What! Becky knew of me and Laura?

'In a few minutes Becky, let me get over this first, I'll hardly be able to walk,' she giggled.

Becky did too.

I backed out very slowly and very quietly, and closed the door silently, I went back to my room in a state of shock, I was, had been worried about Laura seducing Becky, but it looked like the other way round, Becky had been giving Laura a fucking of astronomical proportions.

And Becky knew of my liaison with Laura that was a certainty, I had heard what she had said!

I stood in the middle of my room wondering where this was all going to lead and/or even end.

I decided to play my part for a while and to see what happened, I fixed the dildo back onto and into me, and waited for Laura to appear as Becky had said she must.

I was laid in the middle of the bed facing away from the door, when I felt it move, it was Laura, she cuddled into my back held me tight, snaked her arm around me and took hold of my left nipple, explosion time, Boom!

I wasn't ready for that, I didn't think I would react like it, my mind was in turmoil because of what I had seen and heard, and in a heartbeat Laura had removed my anguish by simply squeezing and rotating my nipple.

I moaned like I always did, she moved around me, checked I still had the dildo in, 'good job you have it in Lisa, I was going to punish you if you hadn't got it there,' she giggled at me.

She rolled me onto my back and kissed me, I was lost in seconds, how could she do this to me with such ease?

She unfastened the dildo and refastened it around her.

'Come here now Lisa I have a big day tomorrow so I need some shut eye,' she whispered.

Yes I thought to myself because you have just had a heated sex session with Becky!

I didn't like myself for that thought, so turned to Laura and gave myself to her again, I came in record time, but it was 'seeing' Laura getting it from Becky that made me cum as quick and as hard as I did.

Laura, bless her seemed to sense I was a little unhappy and asked if there was something wrong.

'No,' I whispered in the semi darkness, but she saw the tears in my eyes.

'What is it Lisa? Tell me baby.'

'Its okay Laura, I'll see you in the morning darling off you go, nightie night,' I said as I kissed her softly.

'Okay,' she replied just as softly and crept out.

Unbelievably I slept the sleep of the dead for what was left of the rest of the night, I awoke really refreshed but with a somewhat troubled mind.

At breakfast they were the usual whirlwind, I got hugs from them both, I pretended to be okay and carried on as if nothing had transpired the night before, Laura was between me and Becky with her back to her when she hugged me and she took a good hold of my bum, and dug her fingers into my crack it was so lovely I almost kissed her.

I knew that Becky was at the dentists in the afternoon, so I said to Laura, 'are you staying home with me this afternoon or going with Becky,' I asked.

'Im staying with you Lisa, Becky is a big girl now and can go on her own,' she said as she looked at her, and I saw a look pass between them.

They went out to town, and I discussed my situation with myself and decided that I must have it out with Laura, things could go wrong now, and I didn't want any kind of disaster or upheaval happening.

And now my thoughts were slowly turning more and more to Jennifer, Laura's mother, my lost love, I wanted to meet her now, I had shied away from it, but now I wanted to see her again.

When lunch time arrived, I steeled myself for a possible confrontation with Laura, I was not looking forward to this, but I felt like I had to see it through.

Laura came back with her shopping, and what happened?

Yes you've guessed it, within 5 minutes of Laura arriving home; she had me in bed begging her to let me cum.

We had a wonderful 2 hours and then she made me make love to her with the dildo, she had her legs over my shoulders, just like I had seen her with Becky.

It was a wondrous sight seeing her thrash about under me like that, we both came in torrents, the thought occurred to me that maybe she was submissive to Becky but dominant to me?

Then came something so so different to what we had done, to what she had had me do, to what she had done to me.

I lay there in my usual stupor.

I didn't really understand what she was doing, before I saw it, I was already 3 limbs tied to the corners of the bed, with her reaching for my left leg to complete her task.

'Laura,' I said, 'what are you doing honey?'

She climbed onto the bed and got next to me, kissed me, touched me and took any protests out of my voice.

'Lisa baby its okay, don't worry, do you trust me baby?' she asked me.

'Yes of course I do Laura, but?'

'But nothing,' she smiled as her kiss settled me.

Then she fastened a mask over my eyes and under my hair, I couldn't see a thing, '

I felt her moving around me, and then she started on me again.

'Laura, please.' I said.

'Shhh,' she whispered into my ear.

She appeared to jump around the bed for a moment my nipples were crushed in her fingers, her kiss was on and in my mouth, but what could I do, I couldn't have stopped it even if I was free to, and I certainly wasn't.

She kissed and licked her way around me, there was no where on or in my body her mouth and tongue didn't go and the wagging my clit received drove me wild.

'Laura,' I bleated quietly, 'what about Becky? She will be home soon.'

'Don't you worry about her Lisa,' she said as she lay beside me, 'oh and oh by the way, did you think that I hadn't seen you the other night when you came into her room and saw her fucking and making love to me Mmmm?'

I froze at her words.

'Come on Lisa, you saw us, what did you think of it?' Our beautiful Becky was giving me a real seeing to wasn't she?'

I tried to speak but I couldn't.

Her mouth was now clamped to my pussy and as those thoughts of her and Becky invaded my mind again and I orgasmed, she lifted her head as I did, and said, 'you came very quickly there Lisa didn't you, were you thinking of me and Beck's?'

'Especially Beck's hey?'

Tied down like I was and blindfolded added to my arousal ten fold, it was amazing.

'Oh Laura, please you are driving me crazy, tell me all about you and Becky please,' I begged.

She climbed on top of me and started talking. 

'Becky and I have been lovers for a year now, and she wanted me to get you and seduce you, which turned out to be fairly easy didn't it?' She said as she twisted my nipples sending shockwaves through my heaving body.

'Mum told me all about you both, how you loved each other so.'

'And she still loves you Lisa, after all this time you don't know that do you?'

'And Becky wants you too Lisa, she wants to share your body with me, she wants to fuck you, and make love to you with that dildo she fucks me with, what do you think of that Lisa?' 

She loves you too.' She said into my ear.

'My God, she doesn't Laura, my Becky; she wants to love me like you do?' I was dazed.

As I said this her fingers dipped into my pussy, 'think of her right now Lisa, think of her fingers there in your pussy, what does it feel like, is it goading you on and up into an orgasm Hmmm?'

'Oh God yes Laura it is, Im going to come in a second,' the fingers were working their usual magic, and now I was on my inevitable way to a huge orgasm.

'Say her name Lisa, call out for Becky!'

'Tell her you want her, say it right now!' Laura ordered me.

And I did, just like that.

'Oh Becky please, do me baby, do your mum, I want you do whatever you want to me darling I need you desperately baby' I beseeched her.

That's when the mask was pulled off my eyes.

I squinted at first and nearly died with shock, it wasn't Laura on top of me it was Becky! Laura was stood at the side of the bed leaning over.

Becky was making love to me and Laura was doing the talking!

My orgasm exploded like an atomic bomb in me, I was overwhelmed with it.

Becky leaned forward and kissed me, only it wasn't a daughter's kiss it was a lover's kiss and I returned it too.

As I recovered we talked but they didn't untie me, one on each side of me.

'Oh Becky,' I said, 'I feel so embarrassed about this, you finding out I liked women, you won't hate me will you baby, I couldn't bear that darling.'

'I will never ever hate you mum,' she said as she began murdering my nipple while Laura assassinated the other one.

They played and toyed with me all the rest of the afternoon, Laura ate my pussy while Becky straddled my head facing Laura, I came so much, I felt Becky cum on me and tasted her juice for the first time.

And they made love together in front of me as if I wasn't there, it was one of the most erotic sights I have ever been witness to, no strike that, it is the most erotic sight I have ever witnessed.

We all slept (eventually) in my bed together in what can only be described as a loving tangle.

In a few weeks I had gone form a loyal(ish) wife to a crazed lesbian lover of my daughter's friend and then my daughter Becky.

My husband rang the following morning to tell me he was sorry but he would be staying over for approximately 4 more days.

I was sort of unhappy about that but it also made me happy as well because it would give me more time with Becky and Laura, Oooooh the thoughts that went through my mind made my knees buckle.

But it wasn't to be that way, I told them Becky's dad wouldn't be home for another 4 days.

They looked at each other and Laura said, 'well plan B has to be brought forward Becky hey?'

'Yep, looks like it Laura,' Becky said, 'mum go and pack a bag for a 4 day 4 night trip, we are going away, and make sure you pack the new nightie's and the rest that Laura has made you buy ok?'

'What? What do you mean Becky, where are we going?' I asked.

'Never you mind mum, go and get ready and I want you looking like a million dollars ok? Now, Go!' was her response.

She and Laura disappeared, I assumed to pack too, and left me with nothing to do but do as I was told, I felt like a little schoolgirl being ordered about like this, but it was fun too.

An hour later I was downstairs with my travel bag, 'do I need my passport,' I asked Becky?

They both laughed at that, which confused me.

They got their gear and out we went and into Laura's car, Becky got into mine.

'Why is Becky getting into my car,' I said to Laura?

'Mine needs a service so we'll use yours later she told me, and off we went.

We drove about 100 miles chatting and discussing our tri circle, Laura was happy about it, but she did say that she and Becky were going to end up as a permanent item one day.

Meaning eventually I wouldn't be there in it.

This saddened me greatly but I didn't react except to say, that they were the nicest happiest words I had ever heard, if Becky was going to be happy and with Laura forever that was good enough for me.

They really were good together, any idiot could see that, they were meant for each other and I would gladly step aside and become 'mum' again.

We eventually arrived at a lovely white thatched cottage set deep in the countryside; it was so beautiful it took my breath away.

'Oh Laura this is fabulous, whose is it? I said.

'You'll see,' she told me.

We got out followed by Becky who was right behind us.

I got my bags from the boot and trailed Laura down the intricate path bordered by roses and other flowers it was glorious.

'Oh I like this Laura, it's wonderful.' I commented.

'Glad you like it Lisa, you will love being here I promise.'

Becky was behind us and reached through and rang the bell, the door opened and I nearly feinted, it was Jennifer standing there smiling at me, I was absolutely flabbergasted; I never expected this at all.

Tall and blonde, beautiful in every way as she always was and still was, Laura's double but a more mature version.

She stepped forward put her arms around me and kissed my cheek, her fragrance assailed my nostrils, it took me right back to my days in love with her.

I was in some kind of state of shock, I couldn't move, until I heard a car start behind me, and I heard a shouted, 'Bye mum, Bye Lisa.'

I turned and there was Laura and Becky driving off in Laura's car.

They had tricked me, I was expecting a hotel or a boarding house but I was here at Jennifer's home, with her again, in her arms again after all these years.

She let me go and guided me into her home, it was so lovely open fire grates and the rest, it was a 400 year old renovated cottage, I felt as if I was home somehow.

Then we started, talking to each other, at each other, over each other until we fell laughing into each others arms, where Jennifer stared into my eyes the way she used to when we were younger, and then we kissed like we used to when we were younger.

We spent that 4 days and nights rediscovering our love, I had loved her daughter, I had loved my daughter, but I had never loved anyone as much as I loved Jennifer, nothing could ever rival this, I had felt earlier like I was 'home' and now I knew I was.

We discussed things, I told her everything about my time with Laura, and she told me she knew because Laura had told her, they had no secrets from each other, but the overall idea had been to get me here.

My seduction had been planned by her Laura and Becky, I had been had over big time and was I so happy about that

It had started when Laura had taken Becky home to meet her mum, they were falling in love and wanted advice, Laura had told Becky that her mum Jennifer was lesbian too, but was lonely for her lost love and eventually it came out whose daughter Becky was, Jennifer had said straight away that she wanted to get in touch with me again.

She had talked to Laura about it, who in turn had talked to Becky, and the plan was hatched.

And now here I am with the woman I love, and we both have two daughters now, who are both successful, and both deliriously happy as we are.

I had returned home after my 'getaway' with the girls.

I told my husband that I had bumped into Jennifer, and while I loved him but in a now more brotherly way, I was absolutely in love with Jennifer and was going to live with her, I was sorry but it was how it was going to be.

He, bless him, said he understood and that he had half expected it one day as he had known of my 'other' sexual orientation.

He then surprised me by saying he had been 'seeing' a girl from work, a divorcee.

We agreed that he kept the house I took only my personal effects, and he would pay me a maintenance fee monthly. 

Becky was happy and sad about it, but she has us both there for her if needed.

My life is at last fulfilled, Jennifer and I are making up for lost time, and doing it wonderfully, I couldn't be happier now.

Goodbye.

My Daughter's Friend Ch. 02



I was startled awake by a loud clattering in the kitchen.

"What are you doing in there?" I called out, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

Heather poked her head around the corner, flashing an innocent smile.

"Just gettin' something to drink, Dad."

"What time is it?" I groggily wondered aloud. 

"The clock on the wall says two o'clock," she replied with a smart-assed tone.

"Last call," I muttered, "for alcohol."

She giggled without knowing the reference, then returned to what she was doing. I heard her whispering to Sam as she poured their drinks. When they both entered from the kitchen I was at once stricken by the beauty of these two young women; then all at once, the shame of what took place only hours earlier hit me. The girls took the same seats they had occupied previously.

Heather was wearing a long t-shirt that fell just to the top of her thighs. When she sat down on the recliner, she allowed it to ride up slightly, exposing her nakedness to me. Immediately, I felt uncomfortable looking at her there, so I turned my attention toward Samantha.

She had on a light blue oxford shirt with my company's logo embroidered over the left breast pocket. I figured she had wanted something fresh to wear and grabbed the first available thing from the laundry room. I wondered if she walked through the living room naked to retrieve it. The long front shirttails were tucked between her legs so that I couldn't tell if she wore panties under there, but I doubted it.

I felt I should talk to the girls about what took place earlier in the evening. Without any notion of how to begin such a conversation, I blurted out:

"You know, I wanna talk about what happened tonight."

"Yeah, we were talking about it ourselves," Heather interrupted.

"You were?" Oh shit, I thought to myself, my daughter's gonna need therapy now.

I flashed back to a time when she was six months old. It was a cold Saturday afternoon and I was lying on my back holding Heather up in my outstretched hands. Involuntarily, she held her arms straight in front of her, like Superman. I moved her back and forth over my head, cooing to my little "Supergirl". Baby Heather was laughing uncontrollably, so innocent, peaceful, easily amused. What the hell have I done, I wondered to myself.

"Yeah," Sam said, bringing me back to the present.

"Look," it was my turn to interrupt. "I just wanna say how sorry I am."

I didn't know where I was going with what I was saying. I didn't even know what I was going to say. I think both girls sensed it from my hesitation. Heather broke the silence and took control.

"We're sorry too, Dad," she leaned forward in her seat and pulled her shirt down, covering her smooth pussy. "Sorry for playing you like we did; for taking advantage of you like we did; and for putting you in that position, no pun intended."

I was stunned into silence at what she said. My daughter set me up? She wanted to be fucked by me?

"Really," Heather continued, "we didn't expect it to go like it did, as far as it did."

Oh God, I did mess her up.

"But I'm not complaining either," she comforted.

Then again… I was confused.

"Most of all," Heather went on, "Sam's sorry that she didn't get relief."

"Well," Samantha chimed in, "not from you, that is."

I turned toward Sam, my eyebrows raised in question.

"Well," she said, matter-of-factly, "Heather helped me out in her room."

"She did?"

"Uh-huh," Heather proclaimed proudly.

"And once more in the kitchen," Sam explained. "That's when I knocked a glass into the sink. Probably what woke you."

I rubbed my calloused hands over my face as I tried to make sense of it all. My daughter didn't intend to do anything sexual with me, but her friend did. She's worried about how I have been affected by the situation, yet she still enjoyed it. Samantha still wants to be fucked, by me no less, and, I'm guessing, while Heather watches.

Heather moved from her chair and kneeled at my feet, along side the coffee table. She spread her elbows out on my legs, intertwined her fingers and rested her hands on my upper thighs, near my crotch. My cock responded with a few involuntary twitches. With puppy dog eyes, she looked into my eyes and said:

"If you don't want to, we understand, and we'll drop this whole thing." My cock was beginning to grow. "But, and I'm just guessing now, I think you do."

Very gently, she grazed a pinky over my lap. The feeling through the material of my flannel pants was muted, but still arousing. When my cock was nearly hard, Heather unbuttoned the fly of my pants and pulled me free. Her face was so close that I could feel her warm breath as she slowly played her hand up and down its length.

I looked at Samantha. She had moved so that she was laying back against the arm of the sofa, her feet drawn up onto the middle cushion. She had unbuttoned her shirt to that her entire body was on display. Her breasts flattened against her. Her nipples were fat and swollen and circled with large areolas. Her tummy was athletic and toned. Her skin was smooth, dark and inviting. As I suspected, she was not wearing panties. She sported a heavy tuft of pubic fur above her slit, but her light brown vulva was clean-shaven.

With both hands, she reached between her legs and brazenly pulled herself open, exposing the inner folds of her pussy. She was bright pink inside and shiny slick with excitement. She held her lips wide open as she began rubbing a finger over her clit.

Heather still had my cock in her hands as we watched Sam pleasure herself. My daughter licked her lips from sexual hunger, and then began placing butterfly kisses up and down the length of my shaft. When a large drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, she gave me a squeeze, milking the size of the drop until it began to slowly drip.

She flicked her tongue at it, tasting it lightly. She allowed it to stretch from my cock to her tongue as she pulled away. Suddenly, she leaned forward and took half my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue rocking side to side on the underside of my dick. 

Sam was holding one side of her pussy open and with her other hand she fingered herself. Her first two fingers slid in and out with a slick sound. She stretched her foot out and pushed Heather's shirt up off her ass. When Heather felt her friend's foot, she stopped sucking me long enough to shove the coffee table out of her way. Once satisfied, she returned her mouth to my cock, bobbing her head up and down slowly on my lap. She knelt so that her ass was pointed slightly toward Sam.

Sam took the cue and was rubbing her toes against Heather's pussy. I couldn't see what was happening down there, but I could tell when Sam's toe penetrated my daughter's pussy. The resulting groan emanated from her throat, vibrated down my shaft, past my scrotum and settled somewhere around my asshole. Uncontrollably, I bucked, thrusting myself deep into Heather's throat. She choked and coughed with surprise. Sam enjoyed the sight and pumped her fingers into herself faster. 

"Heather, I need it, now," Sam pouted.

"Mmmmm," came the negative response with slight headshake from Heather.

After she had recovered from my surprise throat stabbing, she continued sucking and was unable to respond with words. Sam wiggled her toe in Heather's pussy while she kept her fingers working at her own. 

"C'mon Heather," she whined. "I want your dad's cock in me.

"Mmmm," Heather moaned in protest, again.

She was apparently enjoying her work too much, as well as Sam's toes, to switch at that time. Sam began thrusting her foot at Heather's pussy. Slick pussy-slurping sounds filled the room. My daughter began grinding herself backward against her friend's foot. Sam pummeled her own cunt with her fingers. Both girls were moaning ecstatically. 

Heather's moan was a hum that vibrated through me, sending shivers up my spine. Sam's was a sort of whiny moan:

"I nee-e-e-e-d to be fucked. Ple-e-e-e-a-s-e. I want his cock in me, no-o-o-o-w-w."

Sam's fingers flew blindingly over her pussy as she reached her peak. She raised her hips off the sofa and forced her leg straight. That must have pushed half her foot into my daughter because she allowed my cock to pop free from her mouth so she could scream. It was a sound of utter pleasure, not pain. She reached down between her legs, holding Sam's foot in place and gyrated her hips. In unison, both girls came loudly.

As their orgasms subsided and they relaxed, Heather crawled to her friend and placed numerous kisses all over Sam's cheeks and mouth.

"Oh God," she gushed. "You are so unbelievable."

"Oh Heather," Sam said, disappointed from coming too soon.

"Okay, Sam, you can have him now. I think you're good and wet."

"I'm too sensitive right now," she whined.

"No, now is perfect," Heather turned to me. "Go ahead, Dad."

I didn't want to cause Sam any discomfort, so I hesitated.

"C'mon, Dad," Heather insisted. " Fuck her. She needs it now."

I obeyed my daughter, kneeling between Sam's bent knees. Heather gripped my cock firmly and lined me up with her friend's sopping pussy. Sam still protested. When Heather was ready, she tugged on my prick, forcing my hips down and sinking my cock into Sam, who cried out and dug her long red fingernails into my back.

The sensation of her nails sinking into my skin urged me on. Lying in a missionary position on top of Sam, I pumped long and steadily into her young pussy. She wailed in pleasure. Heather knelt along side her and licked her nipples. At the same time, she reached down and played with Sam's clit as I fucked her. It didn't take long for her to reach a second peak.

"Oh God," Sam screamed. "I'm gonna cum again."

Every few strokes on my part were met with my daughter slipping two fingers down along Sam's pussy lips, astride my cock. She'd pinch her fingers tight around my tool, causing a sensation that when coupled with the warm and wet pussy I was fucking, was bringing me ever closer to my own orgasm. I placed my hands on either side of Sam's waist for leverage and pumped her faster. 

"Ohhhhh, Mr. Frieze!" 

"Oh God," I groaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in her pussy, Dad," Heather encouraged. "Don't stop. Cum inside her."

Sam arched her back. Repeatedly, I thrust into her deeply. My pubic bone was rubbing hard against her clit, forcing Heather's hand out of the way. She moved in behind me. Sam was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! MAKE ME CUM!"

Heather cupped my scrotum with one hand and teased my asshole with the other.

"I'm gonna cum," I shouted.

"Cum with me, Mr. Frieze," shouted Sam. "NOWWWWW!"

"Nnngggggg!" I grunted as Heather's finger pushed past my sphincter and into my asshole. 

I slammed hard into Sam's cunt and exploded savagely into her, splashing the inside of her pussy. Heather sunk her finger deep into me, past one knuckle, then another. Sam's pussy erupted, drooling juices over my cock and down onto my balls. My hands and feet went numb.

Sam clawed at my back frantically commanding:

"Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum again!"

My abdominal muscles grew tight and burned, but I continued pumping.

"I'm coming again," yelled Samantha. 

Her nails dug fiercely into the flesh on my back. She clawed her fingers down, leaving long deep scratches in their wake. Every muscle in her body tensed, the strongest being her pussy. Her vagina was clamped tightly around my cock, and more of her cream drooled from her pussy, coating my crotch.

As we slowly returned to earth from our orgasms, I collapsed onto Sam. Heather removed her finger from me and scooted around next to us.

"I have never had such an intense orgasm," I breathed.

"That was fantastic, Mr. Frieze," Sam bubbled as she began laughing.

"I think you can call me Mike now, Sam," I corrected.

Heather took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Our tongues twisted together. It was the first kiss we shared in that way. When we parted lips, she kissed Samantha just as eagerly. Then the three of us shared a kiss, our tongues searching for and dancing with the other's at the same time.

After several minutes of playful kissing and laughing and breath catching, the girls bounced off to Heather's room without another word. I staggered off to my own room for some much needed rest.



My Daughter's Friend Ch. 03



The first few weeks that followed the change in relationship between my daughter and me were rough. At home, I was fine, even horny much of the time. Heather was more than happy to take care of that feeling. But, away from the house, shame often crept into my mind. I felt that people could see right through me, as if they knew of the debauchery that was taking place in my home. I imagined expressions of scorn on the faces of people everywhere.

The lowest point happened about a week after it all began. I was at my ex-wife's house, picking up Rebecca for the weekend.

"How's Heather doing," she asked.

"She's fine," I snapped back too quickly. "Why do you ask?"

I could see my ex- didn't know quite what to make of my response. Her reply was guarded and her confusion was obvious.

"Because, I'm her mother. And, I am curious."

I gathered Rebecca's things together as quickly, yet casually, as I could and got out of there. 

Rebecca was only twelve at the time, and, at least around me, acted even younger. She was a daddy's girl if ever there was one. When she, or anyone else visited, Heather slipped easily back into her role as my daughter. I, however, was a nervous wreck, worried about discovery at every turn. Rebecca, nor anyone else, ever grew wise, as far as I knew.

As time marched on, Heather and I, especially I, grew more comfortable with each other and the situation. Each time I came home from work, I had found Heather wearing less and less clothing, until eventually, she was completely nude, all the time. More often than not, Samantha was at our house as well, and also nude.

I had grown to look forward to finding Heather in her nakedness when I walked in the door. If Sam was there, rest assured, I'd find them in some act of lovemaking, or, at the very least, frisky playfulness. 

The day before Thanksgiving, a little over a month after we had begun our playing, I'd knocked off work early. The girls had an early day at school as well. When I opened the door, I was smacked in the face by the sounds of Sam being rocketed to an orgasm. Various sexual toys, many shiny with juices, lay about the living room.

Sam was sunken into the big sofa, her skin mottled, her hair disheveled from what must have been a couple of hours of pleasure. Heather lifted her head from between her friend's legs. Her chin and cheeks were slick with Sam's cum. 

"You hungry, Dad?"

I took in the sight of Heather kneeling on the floor. Her smooth pussy peeked from between her creamy thighs. It was crimson and puffy from continuous excitement. A long string hung from her exposed asshole. Beads, I smiled to myself.

"You know, I think I'm gonna shower first," I replied, pointing in the direction of the bathroom.

Being a bricklayer, I only had to show up on a jobsite and I felt unclean. It didn't matter if we only worked half the day. I needed to get the mortar off my hands and the dust out of my hair. I hated to turn my back on the display before me, but I decided I'd be quick about cleaning up.

I didn't hear the bathroom door open, nor did I realize I wasn't alone in there until the shower curtain was pulled back. Sam's bright smiling face appeared. 

"Need someone to wash your back," she asked stepping past the curtain and into the tub. 

I wrapped my arms around her and held her naked body tight to me, coating her tits and belly with soap from my chest and stomach. We were playfully sliding our bodies back and forth over one another when Heather slipped into the shower and wrapped her arms around me from behind. I felt the heat from her stiff nipples burn into my back. 

I kissed Samantha deeply, twisting with her soft tongue, entwining my fingers into her hair before turning around to face Heather. My daughter withdrew a bit, pulled the body wash from its perch and held it up. Slowly, she drizzled it onto her tits. The cool blue liquid rolled over her curves, down her smooth stomach, then disappeared between her legs. When she was satisfied and had replaced the soap, I held her tight to me, moving my slippery body erotically across hers.

I kissed Heather as I had her friend, our tongues taking turns exploring the other's mouth. Sam knelt down and made her way around my legs. When I felt her there, I backed my groin away from Heather's pussy. My cock had been nestled between her legs and was solid with excitement. Sam grabbed hold of me, and began a slow tongue dance up and down the length of my shaft.

I let my hands roam over Heather's slick upper body, feeling the softness of her skin and the weight of her tits in my hands. Her nipples were engorged and thick. I rolled them between my fingers, bringing them even tighter, more wrinkled, and larger. Sam had half my cock in her mouth, working me in and out with a slow steady rhythm, pumping and squeezing lightly with her fingers.

I leaned down and took one of Heather's nipples into my mouth. With my arms wrapped around her I allowed my hands to roam down her back to her cheeks. Playing my fingers along the soapy crease, I felt the string I'd noticed earlier. 

Sam was alternating between flicking her tongue against the tip of my cock and sinking her face onto it completely. I thrilled at the sensation of my cock at the back of her throat and her nose pressed into my sparse pubic hair. My cock lurched in her hand each time she tasted away the seminal fluid that was flowing steadily from the tip.

"What have you got here," I asked Heather in a raspy whisper, tugging gently on the string.

"You like?"

I smiled my approval and switched my attention to her other nipple, holding it with my lips and flicking my tongue over it rapidly. Sam had removed herself from my cock and turned to face Heather. With her hands on her thighs, she hungrily pressed her mouth to my daughter's pussy. Her tongue found its mark on Heather's clit. She moaned her satisfaction and lifted her foot onto the tub edge, giving her friend complete access.

Sam's practiced tongue worked against Heather's pussy, moving from her swollen clit to tongue fucking her hole. The sounds of lips smacking against pussy filled the cramped space. After several minutes, she wrapped her lips around Heather's clit and sucked it earnestly. She slid two tiny fingers into Heather's pussy. 

Heather's mouth hung open in sexual bliss. Her eyes were locked with mine. I slowly pumped my fist along the length of my cock while my daughter's hips gyrated against her friends face. Barely audible whimpers escaped from Heather's throat.

I sensed my little girl nearing her peak. She draped her arms over my shoulders. Sam nibbled gently on her clit and thrust a third finger into her pussy, opening her up wider. I gripped her around the waist just as she threw her head back and the leg she was standing on gave out. I held her up strongly as her eyes rolled back and a guttural moan caught in her throat.

Her orgasm racked through her body. Her hips spasmed and bucked against Sam's face as she clawed at my neck. Her juices flowed, coating Sam's hand.

When my daughter had returned to us, Sam stood up facing her. Heather wrapped her arms around her friend and peppered her face with kisses before thrusting herself upon her mouth. The girl's tongues battled together, their faces twisting vigorously back and forth. My engorged cock was throbbing and twitching with excitement and need.

"Since you had most of the orgasms earlier," Heather announced to Sam, "I'm gonna get fucked now."

My cock jumped involuntarily in response to her words. Heather turned her back to me, placing her palms flat on the wall. She pushed her ass back toward me, lifting her pussy slightly, for access. With a sly grin, she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck me doggie, Dad."

Without hesitation, I was lining up with her, raking the tip of my cock up and down between her puffy lips, coating myself with her cum. I draped the string from her asshole over her back and out of the way. Slowly, I inched myself into my daughter. Her pussy seemed to reach out and grasp at my cock with little fingers, pulling me into her. I held her hips tightly and slid my entire length inside. When I hit bottom, I pushed against her firmly. Heather tossed her head back with a moan. 

I slipped into a cadence of fucking as Sam reached for the body wash. She drizzled it haphazardly over Heather's back and ass cheeks, then up over my shoulders and down my chest. She held it over the spot where I was joined with my daughter and drained half the bottle over my cock and Heather's pussy. 

The resulting slipperiness had me sliding silently in and out. My strokes were long, fast, and deliberate. Sam was smearing the cool liquid over each of us with her hands. A foamy lather had built up between Heather and me at our crotches. Holding Heather's hips tightly, I pumped into her steadily.

Sam, having learned different things I enjoyed, slid her fingers down to Heather's pussy, on either side of my cock. She pinched her fingers together lightly, creating a soft pressure against the length of my shaft as I fucked Heather. It wasn't long before my urge to release welled up in me.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum, Baby," I grunted.

"Harder, Daddy. Make me cum with you."

I tensed my groin, holding back my orgasm so my daughter could join me. I shortened my strokes while increasing my speed. 

"Oh fuck, Dad! I'm close. Fuck me, harder!"

I lost all self-control. Holding Heather's hips firmly, I slammed deeply into her pussy. The tip of my cock poked at her cervix. With the entire length of my cock I fucked her madly. She was tossing her own head around like a rag doll. 

"Oh God! That's it, Dad. Don't stop! Fuck my pussy... Hard!" She issued her commands through gritted teeth. 

"Here it comes, Baby," I breathed.

"Cum, with me Dad"

A bellow began low in my lungs, increasing in volume as I neared my summit. I felt my scrotum pull tight beneath me. Heather's cries echoed off the tile walls. As I felt my fluid coursing through me, on its way into my daughter, Sam, who'd been quietly massaging each of us with soapy hands, wrapped her finger into the sting in Heather's asshole. She pulled it taut.

I felt the first jolt of cum burst from my cock and splatter into my daughter's warm pussy. At the same time, with Sam tugging on the string, a bead popped free of Heather's ass. 

"OH F-F-FUCK," she gritted, throwing her head back lustfully.

In sync with each blast of my seed into Heather, Sam pulled a bead free. Heather was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her legs grew weak and I held her up by her hips, slamming myself into her with all my might. Even under the stream of the shower, I felt her juices drooling over my cock. With every bit of effort I could muster, I rammed deep into Heather and held myself there tightly. The last gob of my cum splashed into her. 

Sam pulled the final bead out, letting the string sway above Heather's ass. My daughter let out a wailing cry as she collapsed in ecstasy with me on top of her, still embedded in her pussy. We lay on the cool surface of the tub, fighting for breath. 

The water from the showerhead had grown cold. Samantha shut if off and reached for towels to drape over my daughter and I. I looked up at her, bringing her down to my level with my eyes. I kissed her passionately on the mouth, still able to taste Heather's pussy on her breath.

The three of us slowly recovered and toweled each other dry before making our way to the living room. Heather and I plopped exhaustedly into the sofa. Samantha sat sideways on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and placed light kisses on me, working from my neck, up to my cheeks, then to my mouth.

"My turn?" she asked in a little girl's voice. She pushed her lips out in a mock pout. 

I felt my cock already beginning to stir, pressing against the underside of her thigh. 

"Ready when you are, my dear."



My Daughter's Friend Ch. 04



I woke up to muted sunlight straining through the closed blinds. The strong scent of sex still hung in the air. I smiled at that thought and rolled over with an outstretched arm only to find the other side of my bed empty. I looked around in disappointment and saw no one in the room. I flopped back onto my pillow briefly before pulling myself up and swinging my feet onto the floor.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes I shuffled my way down the hall toward the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee floated through the air. I leaned against the doorframe and absorbed the sight of my daughter, Heather. She had her elbows resting on the countertop, her ass pushed outward seductively. Her face was perched in her hands and she was staring at the percolating coffee maker. She was wearing only a hemp anklet, tied loosely just below a tattoo of a hummingbird. 

"Mwhat day is it," I asked, still groggy with sleep.

Heather turned her head over her shoulder and flashed a angelic smile.

"Wednesday," she answered, sarcastically.

"Oh, crap," I played along. "I'm late for work."

"Very funny, Dad."

I stepped behind her, pressing myself to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. My flaccid penis nestled into the crevasse of her ass. She straightened up, pressed her back to my chest and reached her right arm behind my neck, holding me. I lowered my head and slid my tongue along her shoulder, up her neck, then nibbled her earlobe. She swayed her hips and clenched her cheeks around my shaft.

"Merry Christmas, Baby."

She turned her head to the side and we kissed, closed mouthed. 

"Merry Christmas, Dad."

I ran my hands up from her stomach, over her full breasts, rolling her nipples under my fingers.

"How long you been up," I asked.

"Jus' long enough to start the coffee," she replied.

I returned to nuzzling her neck and shoulder, lapping generously at the salty taste that lingered on her skin from a long night of energetic loving. She reached her left hand between us and was gently fondling my penis, bringing it to life, feeling it fill with excitement. I placed a hand on her shoulder and gently guided her back to her original position. 

"Be gentle," she pleaded. "I'm a little sore this morning."

Holding my penis in my hand, I guided the tip between her lips. She was sopping wet, not only from her current arousal, but also from the previous night. We had only slept for two hours. My cum still filled her vagina and was oozing out in droplets each time she relaxed her muscles. I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, and delicately sloshed into her. She emitted a soft, low moan.

Slowly, I pushed myself deeper into her, until I was completely engulfed. I bent over her, kissing the smooth surface between her shoulder blades. I stayed that way a good while, my face resting on her back, my cock embedded in her pussy. I savored her soft warmth. Finally, I stood upright, my hands on her hips, and slowly began pumping in and out of her. Immediately, the scent of her heightened arousal filled the kitchen, overpowering the brewing coffee. 

She pushed back against me with each inward stroke. With one hand, she massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. With varied strokes, we made slow love standing in the kitchen. Neither of us was in a rush, and both were still a little sore. 

I kneaded her taut ass cheeks with my thumbs, parting them occasionally to peek at her tight pinkish asshole. She slid her hand from her breasts, down her belly to her pussy. She made slow, looping circles around her swollen clit. As she drew the circle tighter her arousal grew. Her breaths became ragged and deep. Her moaning became a steady low drone. 

Heather looked over her shoulder at me. I met her gaze. She mouthed the word 'faster'. Gradually, I increased my pace, using the entire length of my cock with each stroke. Her moan changed to a soft grunt with each thrust. 

"Faster," she whispered.

I obeyed and picked up speed again, but only slightly. With her fingers, she rubbed her clitoris quicker, flicking the large protruding nub. Her grunts became a still louder vibrato moan. I slid my hands over her ass, massaging her. I worked my thumb into her crease toward her puckered asshole.

As I grazed my thumb over the hole she drew a sudden breath and pushed back at me earnestly. Her hips were rolling beneath me, my cock raking along the upper rim of her pussy hole.

"You like that, Baby," I needled her.

"It feels good," she groaned.

I increased the pace of my fucking yet again, still using my entire length with each stroke. Her fingers worked frantically over her clit, rubbing, flicking, pinching, tugging.

"Oh God, Dad," she breathed. "I love your cock in me."

I drew my hand to my mouth, lavishly licking my thumb, then returned it to her tight pink asshole, playing it in circles around her opening. Her breathing was frantic; she lightly slapped at her pussy, her fingers smacking softly onto her clit. With mild pressure, I pushed my thumb against her asshole.

"Yes... Dad... " she moaned with each thrust of my cock. "Do it. I like that."

I eased my thumb into her tight gripping sphincter. When I sunk my entire thumb into her, she pushed back hard onto me. My cock buried deep into her pussy. I held her hip with one hand. With my other I held her asshole. I pumped my cock faster and harder into her.

"Oh jeez, Dad," she breathed. 

She was fighting to hold onto the counter with one hand. With her other she worked her clit wildly, pinching and pulling at it, then slapping it, harder than before.

"Oh fuck me, Dad," she whimpered. "Fuck me like a slut."

I was pounding forcefully into her pussy and, at the same time, working my thumb in and out of her asshole.

"You like that, Baby," I needled her again. "You like both holes filled?"

"Oh, God yes."

"Say it. Tell me what you like."

"I like you in both my holes... I like your finger in my asshole... while you fuck my pussy."

"I like doing this to you, Sweetie."

"Treat me like a slut, Daddy. I like being your little slut."

I jabbed my thumb deep into her asshole and jack hammered her pussy hard.

"Oh God, Dad," she screamed, her mouth quivering. "Fuck me ha-a-a-ard. I'm gonna cum."

"Cum with me, Baby," I commanded.

We were lost in the frenzy, both of us groaning and moaning loudly, our voices bouncing off the walls of the kitchen. Heather slapped and spanked her clit until it glowed red. I pummeled both her holes from behind. Pulling my thumb quickly from her asshole, I gripped her hips firmly, and rammed deep and hard into her.

"Fuck... my... cunt... " she gasped between thrusts.

I felt her vaginal muscles grip my cock tightly. Her body spasmed as her orgasm overtook her. I lost my grip on my own and began pumping my semen into her.

"I'm cumming," we both cried out together.

Mostly, I'd been drained the night before, but I held her tightly against my pelvis as I pumped what seed I had left into my daughter. With the walls of her pussy, she milked all I had from me. The instant her orgasm began to diminish, she pulled herself free of my cock with lustful abandon, turned and knelt before me. 

Immediately, her mouth was around my softening cock, hungrily milking me with her lips. A final burst of cum erupted from me into her mouth. She swallowed it down and continued sucking and nursing my deflating cock, savoring the sticky tastes from her own pussy. Satisfied, she stood up but with her knees slightly bent so her pussy was somewhat spread open. She had her hand clutched between her legs. 

When she pulled her hand down and held it beneath her, she contracted and relaxed her pussy, pushing with her stomach muscles. Thick white cream and froth flowed from her. Most of the cum that I'd fed into her over the past twelve hours rushed from her body, over her hand. I watched her in astonishment as she smeared the goo all over her swollen red lips. She was watching my facial expression intently as she fouled herself with my seed.

"I'm such a slut for you, Daddy," she breathed in a low, heady voice. "I wanna be so nasty for you."

I was stuck in too much amazement and arousal to say anything. When she finished lotioning her pussy with my cum, she held her arms out to me. I wrapped mine around her and held her tightly before leaning down and kissing her deeply.

"I think the coffee's ready," I finally said to her, breaking the mood. She giggled.

Samantha, at the request of her mother, was spending the day with her family. She said she'd try to get away in the evening because she had some gifts for Heather and me. I was due to pick up Rebecca at four o'clock so the three of us could have dinner together and exchange gifts. In the mean time, Heather and I lounged around on the big sofa, opening the presents we'd gotten for one another and lightly playing with each other.

When the presents were opened, I surveyed my stack: two new Griffin novels, ratcheting wrenches, new Llama boots and three adult movies. Heathers stack was somewhat larger: four new books, a CD player for her car, a dangling piece of diamond jewelry for her belly button, a pair of pearl earrings that I said would look fantastic in her pussy lips (she shot that idea down), a leather coat, a vibrating egg, a seven inch vibrator and a small pocket vibrator for the long car trips she'd be making someday when she went off to college to finish her degree.

As we lazed about, she had put the batteries in her toys and was testing each one of them. The egg fascinated her. Holding it by the cord, near the base of the egg itself, she ran it down my chest to my penis. The low vibrations felt good through my groin. My cock lurched and began to stiffen.

"Getting hard again," she asked in disbelief.

"I've never been able to get hard as much as I can with you," I confided.

She grazed the toy down over my scrotum, causing it to tighten up. 

"Let's just be gentle for now," I said. "I'm a little sore, too."

She laid down flat on her stomach on the sofa, her delicate feet bent into the air, and continued to play with the vibrator over my genitals. It wasn't long before my cock was full and straining. With copious amounts of saliva, she licked from the base to the tip, then back down again. It seemed like forever that she played like that.

"Did you like that, earlier, Heather," I asked her

"You mean... " she asked, nodding toward her backside.

"Uh-huh," my face showed genuine curiosity.

"You've haven't played with me there since that first night."

"I know."

She seemed to think about what she'd felt earlier. I noticed her hips rising and falling, pressing her pussy against the cushion. She slipped the tip of my cock into her mouth, her saliva drooling down the shaft.

"I did like that," she finally replied once her mouth was no longer full. "Is that okay?" 

She batted her eyes like a child that isn't sure whether she's done something wrong.

"Honey," I comforted her. "Whatever feels good to your body is perfectly okay. It doesn't matter what I, or anyone else, thinks."

She smiled up at me and reached for the seven-inch vibrator. Turning it on, she switched it with the egg and continued sliding it around my penis and scrotum. After several minutes of the massage, she rolled over and sat back against the arm of the sofa. 

I watched her as she spread her legs and guided the egg into her pussy. She was slow and gentle about it. I could see the bright redness of her lips and clit. She was still covered in the slippery slime from earlier. Finally, the egg slipped into her and disappeared. Only the cord trailed out. She used the control to turn the dial to the slowest speed.

She looked up at me with a squeal, her smiling eyes wide with wonder. 

"Oh, I like that," she announced. 

I smiled back at her as I turned off the other vibrator. She held out her hand for it and I gave it to her. She turned it back on and pressed it to her clit. Within seconds she turned it off, declaring that she was too sensitive for that. I asked if she wanted more coffee as I got up from the sofa. With her eyes closed, she moaned a softly:

"Mmmmmplease." 

When I returned from the kitchen she was lying flat on her back, the cord still leading into her pussy. I set a mug of coffee near her and returned to my seat, holding her outstretched feet in my lap. Her eyes were still closed and her head was turned to the side. She was frantically massaging her tits and pinching her large nipples. She grimaced as she bucked her hips into the air at nothing. I could hear that she'd increased the speed of the toy while I was away. 

She exhaled in a wheezy shrill then quickly inhaled, holding her breath. Her abdomen tightened as her hips kept rising and falling. Another loud exhale and inhale and she gripped the side of the sofa cushion, her knuckles turning white. Her other hand stayed clenched to her breast. She thrust her hips upward, her pussy riding the air as she held her breath and tensed her body. 

She dropped back to the sofa, wheezing in loud deep breaths and immediately shut off the egg. She opened her eyes into heavy slits and stared at me with a glazed look. 

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho," she belly laughed, looking at the egg's controller. "I think I'm gonna like that present."

I set my mug on the coffee table and laid down next to Heather. She rolled onto her side, facing away from me. I pressed myself against her, adjusting so my cock was nestled between her cheeks. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm over her. Every nerve in me tingled at the sensation of spooning naked with my daughter. She sighed in contentment.

"Dad," she said, after several minutes had passed.

"Mhmm," I replied, feeling myself growing sleepy.

"Did you like really it earlier, when I was naughty."

I opened my eyes but didn't respond.

"Did it bother you when I did that," she continued. "You know, with all that... cum?"

I kissed her softly on the nape of her neck, letting her know it was okay.

"I held it in me all night," she continued, "while we fucked, and then while we slept. I liked having your cum inside my pussy. I could feel it swishing around at times; I was so full. When I got up, I held my muscles tight, keeping it in me. Sometimes I had to use my hand to literally plug myself up. I didn't want to lose it."

My cock was growing in size between her cheeks. She waggled her ass against me.

"I didn't plan to do that. Y'know, let it out like I did. I didn't know what I was gonna do," she explained. "It's just that I was feeling so slutty. You've haven't played with my butt for so long like that, and I wanted to do something so wild. It didn't bother you when I did that?"

"Honey," I breathed softly into her ear. "I like it when you're naughty. You know it turns me when you are. If I hadn't been so spent, I'd have thrown you onto the kitchen table and fucked you all over again."

She wrapped her arm over my arm and squeezed. I drew her tightly against me.

"I'm glad," she whispered.

Within minutes we were both asleep. When I awoke, the clock on the VCR read 10:30. My nose was pressed into Heather's soft hair. I felt her breathing against my chest; chest rising and falling in long steady pattern of someone asleep. My cock was rock hard and nestled between her thighs, butting up against her crotch. I delicately stroked my fingers over her belly and breathed in her scent. I fell asleep a moment later.

The next time I came to, something had awakened me. My cock was still hard, harder than before even, and still nestled between her legs. There was a humming sound in the air and I felt a vibration between my legs. Heather was whimpering softly. She still had the egg embedded in her pussy and had turned it on low. Seminal fluid leaked from the tip of my cock, pooling onto her thigh. I kissed the back of her neck.

"Enjoying yourself," I asked quietly.

"Mhmmm," she responded, lazily.

"Well, don't let me stop you." 

I glanced up; the clock read 11:40. I continued to kiss her neck, moving my lips from her hairline down to her shoulders, from one side to the other. I felt her increase the speed of the egg. It vibrated her pussy completely, down to my cock and into my body. Clear liquid oozed steadily from me. With her index finger, she traced circles into the puddle, spreading it out on her leg. 

I began licking her neck and shoulders. When I nibbled her ear, she increased the speed again. She was whimpering like a puppy, rolling her hips back and forth. Her movement caused my cock to slide between her legs, like I was fucking her. The fluid leaking from me served to lubricate the tight gap. 

All at once, she pushed back into me and tightened her thighs around my cock. She let out a stifled cry and lifted my arm to her mouth, bringing her teeth down gently onto my skin. She held that position, biting my arm, clamped onto my cock, for more than a minute as her orgasm continued, then led into another, tapered off and was replaced by still another. She never became loud, only emitted stifled moans and cries. 

Finally, she relaxed, releasing her grip on my arm and cock at the same time. She lay with me, panting. I felt the vibrations between my legs stop and I drifted into sleep once again. 

At 12:14 I awoke to Heather gently caressing my cock. She had lifted one leg up to allow access to it and was playing her fingers up and down its length. I squeezed her to me and kissed her neck.

"You've been hard this whole time," she observed.

"You have that effect on me," I told her.

"I want to do something to help you out," she said. "You'll hurt if you don't cum."

"I'll be okay," I said. "I don't want to hurt you any."

She rolled over in my arms and faced me, looking deep into my eyes. She held her hand on my cheek before kissing me tenderly, deeply, probingly. She asked if I was still sore. I told her I felt all right. She kissed me quick on the mouth and rolled back over, pressing her back to me. 

"Do you really like it when I'm naughty, Dad," she asked

"I told you, Honey, I do. It turns me on." 

I sensed that she was smiling.

"You know," she said softly. "Only my pussy's sore"

"Heather," I asked, seeking confirmation.

"I wanna feel you in my other hole," she explained.

I tried to tell her it was okay, not to worry about me, but she persisted. 

"I want it, Daddy," she said, sounding like a little girl. "I want you to be satisfied. And I want to feel you in there. We've never done that before. I've never done that before."

"You've played around down there before," I said. "What about the beads?"

"Yeah, that," she replied. "Sam's finger a few times; and yours too, twice. But, I've never had anything bigger than that in there before. I wanna know what it feels like."

Now my need for relief was building, or Heather was causing it build.

"Where, Honey," I probed. "Where do you want to feel it?"

"Back there," she said trying to be suddenly shy. "In my ass." 

That's my girl.

"You sure?"

"I am. I want you there," she said again, briefly feigning innocence, and then, "I want you to fuck my asshole."

I lifted her leg up, prompting her to bend her knee, so that she was opened up to me. Without speaking, I licked my fingers and smeared saliva between her cheeks. I repeated the process, leaving a large dollop of saliva on my fingertips. I rubbed it around her tight asshole, poking my finger into her just briefly. She drew a quick breath of anticipation.

I was steadily oozing clear fluid from my cock and Heather rubbed my tip around in the liquid. I motioned for her to incline away from me slightly. She reached back and spread her cheek open. I gripped myself in my hand and lined up at her entrance. I told her to roll back onto me when she was ready. I wanted her asshole at that moment more than I'd ever wanted anything, but, not at the expense of her comfort.




My Daughter's Friend Ch. 04



She understood what I meant, and gradually shifted her weight. My cock was pressing at her opening, straining against the tight ring. I felt the hesitation in her movement. I held my arm around her lovingly, comforting her. I whispered into her ear, telling her to take her time. She pushed back again, relaxing, exhaling slowly. 

With the relaxation, her hole seemed to open up slightly, but, just enough. The tip of my cock pushed past her pucker and in a flash, my glans was embedded into her asshole. She exhaled sharply. 

Together, we had the same thought. We both licked our fingers generously and reached down to add more lubricant. When she laughed at the coincidence, her muscles tightened fiercely around my cock.

"Oomph," I grunted.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

I kissed her neck softly and told her I was fine. I cautioned her to take her time. Slowly, she began putting more weight back onto me. In fractions of an inch, I slid into her. She breathed methodically, relaxing herself and taking in more and more of me. At long last, her cheeks were pressed tightly against my pelvis.

"Oh God," she sighed. "It's all the way in, isn't it?"

"Mhmm," I moaned. "Are you okay?"

"It hurts," she said, honestly. "But it's a good kinda hurt."

Slowly she started rocking her hips, causing my cock to shift around inside her. It wasn't quite moving in and out, but she was working up to that; getting used to the feel. I held her tenderly as she squirmed on my cock. Then she shifted her weight, pulling away from me, my cock sliding out a few inches. When she tried to push back, the dryness prevented it.

"Reach under the sofa," I whispered into her ear. "There should be a small bottle of baby oil under there." 

"Huh," she questioned.

I had put one there months ago, before I had a warm female body so readily and willingly available, but I didn't want to explain to her it at that moment. When handed it to me, I coated my cock and her asshole liberally. I held her in place with my hand on her hip and slowly worked myself back and forth in her tight hole, spreading in the lubricant. 

When soft moans mixed with her pained whimpers, I lengthened my stoke. After several slow minutes, when she'd loosened up enough, I increased my pace, but not too much, though. She reached an arm behind me, holding tight to my neck. I kissed and licked her shoulder. 

"I like this, Dad," she sighed.

"What," I probed.

"Us, together like this."

"Tell me, Baby," I probed further.

"I like you in my asshole," she said lustfully. "I like you fucking my ass." I nibbled her shoulder.

"I think we can try a little faster," she said, sounding a bit unsure of it, though.

Slowly, I picked up speed, but was still moving at a snail's pace. My strokes were long, in and out of her. Her hips were rolling and gyrating against me. I held her loosely on her cheek, spreading it outward and I slid a little faster. She moaned loudly and I felt her reaching for something.

When the vibration of the egg, still planted in her pussy, started up, it sent shock waves through her body and into mine. I grunted and involuntarily thrust myself into her ass rapidly a few times. She grunted from the pressure and I quickly halted. She squeezed her arm against my neck.

"No," she begged. "Don't stop now."

She increased the speed of the egg and I resumed pumping her, slowly at first. When she increased the speed of the egg again, I increased the speed of my cock entering and withdrawing from her ass. She caught on to what I was doing, and she moved the speed faster through the ten settings on the dial, the interval between each change growing shorter.

She rocked and rolled her hips against me. I was moving fairly quickly, pumping my length into her tight asshole. I reached around and played with her tits, bringing her fat nipples to life. She skipped along the dial to the highest setting on the egg. The vibrations shot from her pussy, into her asshole, up my cock and into my spine. 

I thrust myself into her hole forcefully. She groaned and moaned loudly.

"Oh fuck, Dad," she gasped. "You're splitting me open." 

I slowed my pace. She grabbed for my hip and pressed herself back against me.

"Don't stop, Dad," she pleaded. "Fuck me. Fuck my asshole. SPLIT me open. I want you completely."

I resumed pumping, moving harder and faster into her. I played with one of her nipples while she toyed with the other. She tightened the ring of her asshole around my cock. That, coupled with the vibrations of the egg, sent wild sensations through my body. I pounded into her and she began calling out a deluge of commands:

"Fuck me! Fuck my asshole harder! Split me open! Bang me like a slut!"

All these and more spilled from my daughter's nasty mouth over and over, spurring me onward. I reamed her asshole hard and strong. Her words didn't stop coming. Her hand moved to her pussy and she slapped at her clit fiercely. The force sent shock waves through her into me. I slammed my cock deep into her asshole and shot the strongest, heaviest load I've ever shot in my life.

"Oh God, Dad! Fill my asshole! I can feel you cumming in me!" 

I held my cock stuffed deeply into Heather's ass, pumping burst after burst into her little body. She slapped and clawed at her clit. I raked my fingers across her tits, yanking and stretching her nipples. In a fit of utter lust, I held her tightly to me, like I would crush the life from her. A final glob of cum exploded from my cock into her. I held her a moment longer before slowly relaxing, releasing her. I felt and heard her gasp for air once she was able to breath again.

I fell back against the sofa, my softening cock slipping from her. Her tight ring closed up, forcing me out almost painfully. Neither of us moved or said a word as we fought to catch my breath. Finally, I began apologizing profusely to her. She rolled over quickly and placed her fingers to my mouth, shushing me.

"Dad, that was unbelievable," she said, laughing. "I wanna do that again. Not right away," she chuckled. "But, I do. I liked it.

I smiled broadly at her, and then kissed her passionately.

"I think I came harder than you did," she said, proudly.

I reached down between her legs and felt her. Her pussy was soft, swollen and soaked. Her juice was oozing from her lips. Her thighs were even slick with her cream. I raised my hand and licked her cum from my fingers. She watched me with interest until I had cleaned my hand completely. 

Slowly, we rose from the sofa and made our way to the shower where we gingerly washed each other. Afterward, we cautiously dressed each other and began our preparations for a Christmas dinner with Rebecca. When we were working together in the kitchen, Heather called my attention, wiggled her ass at me and said:

"Merry Christmas, Dad."