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Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 01

By: dannyboy111



Yeah, that's right. I fucked my busty, 18 year old cock-teasing stepdaughter because of an earthquake. And not just any earthquake -- an earthquake that only measured 3.4 on the Richter scale with an epicenter almost a hundred miles away. Christ, my washing machine makes the house shake more.

I'd married Krissy's mother, Marie, about two years earlier, and we had dated for a couple of years before that. During that time, I saw Krissy blossom from a gawky teenage tomboy to a blonde sexpot. There was a time there, when she was sixteen and seventeen, when I think her mother had to buy her a new bra every couple of months. By the time Krissy stopped growing she was a 32F, short and petite like her mother and with her mother's slim build and fantastic curves. If I hadn't already been plenty satisfied by Marie, I might have lusted after Krissy, but as it was, Marie made it her business to always keep me satisfied.

Marie was particular about how she liked her sex. Fucking always energized her, so she liked to start every morning by waking me up with a blowjob. Once I was good and hard, she sat on top of my cock and rode me as long as she could, cumming over and over and whooping like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Often, when she was reaching a series of rapid-fire climaxes, she raised her arms above her head, jiggling her huge tits and corkscrewing her hips in every direction imaginable, yipping and giggling and just flat-out screaming, "Fuck fuck fuckme! Fuck fuck fuckme!" 

As if I wasn't already. When I finally came she could always feel my cum hitting the walls of her womb, and she responded by grinning evilly while she squeezed her pussy muscles to milk every drop of sperm out of my cock. Then, while I was deflating, she jumped off me, slurped my cock into her mouth and licked me clean, and she was off to fix breakfast for Krissy and me. "It's always important to start the day right!" she said, beaming as she put the scrambled eggs in front of us.

I never said anything to Krissy, but I'm sure she heard us. Hell, I'm pretty sure not only the next door neighbors but even the people across the street could hear Marie screaming every morning while she fucked my brains out. Krissy never let on with a single word or glance that there was anything noteworthy. 

At night, Marie was a totally different person when it came to sex. Like I said, sex for Marie was invigorating. At the end of a good fuck -- and they were always good fucks -- Marie liked to jump out of bed and do things. But that was totally inappropriate at night, when what she wanted and needed was quiet time so she could wind down and relax. 

So she sucked me. For an hour at a time. Usually more. Sometimes she curled up in a fetal position around my groin and suckled my hard cock like a nursing baby, holding the shaft lovingly in both hands while she slurped quietly, purring occasionally with contentment. And when, inevitably, I came in her mouth, she whimpered with happiness at her well-earned reward. Her quiet shivers in the midst of sucking me off were a sure sign that she was climaxing while giving me head. When she came, she often took her mouth away from my cock for just a moment, looked me lovingly in the eye and smiled open-mouthed and wide-eyed as if I had given her the most loving, sensitive gift in the world. And then she would go back to sucking. 

When she sucked me, whether curled up beside me on the bed or kneeling worshipfully between my legs while I sat in the easy chair next to the dresser, Marie seemed to go into another zone entirely, a zone where nothing existed but my cock and her mouth and her contentment and satisfaction at tasting my pre-cum and then, the final reward, a cum bath in her mouth that made her shiver with another quiet orgasm. "I love you so much, Danny," she sometimes whispered when, satisfied that she had gotten the last drop from me, she finally took her mouth off my deflating cock. "And I love how you taste."

After we'd been married a couple of years, Marie got into an odd kind of roleplay with me during her evening suck marathons. She started calling me "Daddy".

"You don't mind, do you sweetheart?" she asked, putting on a little girl voice when I asked her about it.

"No, I don't mind, exactly, but . . . I mean, why? I don't remind you of your father, do I?" To be honest, the thought that she was fantasizing about a seventy-five year old guy while sucking me off wasn't exactly exciting for me, but I was willing to go with it if that really turned her on.

"No, no. It's not my dad. I guess it's just a sort of generic 'Daddy' type of fantasy." She paused a second, licked my cock from the base all the way to the tip and then plunged her mouth down over the head. She became engrossed in bobbing her head on my pole more vigorously for a minute or so. I cradled her blonde head in my hands and guided her mouth up and down while the sound of slurping filled the bedroom. Her eyes closed in a sort of cocksucking trance and she shivered again. Her cumming while sucking me was the greatest turn-on that I have ever experienced with any woman. Ever. 

Finally she pulled her head off my cock with a loud pop and grinned and started using both hands to jack me off. By that time I had completely forgotten our conversation and was lost in the sensation of her warm wet mouth rising and falling on my cock. I was surprised when she started speaking again. "I don't imagine I ever told you about my first boyfriend, Stan." She kissed the tip of my cock just to let me know she hadn't forgotten her most important task. Her hands started corkscrewing up and down on my pole. She grinned at me with utter happiness at the sensations that she was giving me. The viewpoint that I had was of her, curled up before me, smiling like a little girl, holding my cock before her and staring at it and rubbing it and loving the touch and smell of cock. My cock.

"Stan?" I gasped, trying to follow what she was saying. She licked the underside of my head, purring.

"Stan was a linebacker for our high school football team. Huge guy -- built like, well, a linebacker, you know? When I stood next to him for our prom picture it looked almost like a trick photograph, him as big as a refrigerator and me barely five feet tall, practically lost in my older sister's old gown, nothing but tits and ass and barely as tall as his chest." Her mouth came down again on my dick and I felt her tongue swirl around my cockhead. "You don't mind me talking about an old boyfriend, do you?" She opened her mouth wide to take me in again and I beat her to it, using both my hands to push her wet, open mouth onto my cock. She gagged slightly as my cockhead hit the back of her throat. 

I let her go and she came back up for air, giggling. "No fair! I was trying to say something!" She licked me again, starting at the bottom of my cock and going all the way to the tip, where she again swirled her tongue all the way around the tip of my cock. "Where was I? Oh, yeah, Stan. He was so big that I looked tiny next to him, and so when we were alone he started calling me 'baby doll' and 'little girl' and the next thing you know, I started calling him 'Daddy'. I've had a 'Daddy' thing ever since."

"So you think of your old boyfriend Stan when we fuck?" I guess thinking about her high school sweetheart was slightly better than thinking about her geriatric old man, but I still wasn't crazy about it.

"Oh, Danny. I haven't seen Stan in years. It's not like I've got anything against him, but I have no desire to look him up again." She went back to stroking my cock up and down, up and down, up and down. "God I love your cock," she said, and kissed the tip again. "What I'm trying to say is," and now she started rubbing my cock all over her face, caressing it all the while, "that I guess that first sexual experience has had an effect on me ever since. I love the idea of my tiny body being under the control of a bigger man, a 'Daddy' figure who guides my mouth onto his cock and who rewards me with his yummy sperm. YOUR yummy sperm, Danny. Your delicious, copious cum that fills my mouth every night." She plunged her mouth all the way down my cock, burying her nose in my pubic hair for an instant before coming up for air again. "Don't you want to be my Daddy, Danny?"

How could I refuse? So I pulled her head back on my cock and guided my wife, my baby girl, up and down for another ten minutes until I sprayed a huge load of baby batter into her throat. From then on my wife Marie, a hellion who fucked me senseless every morning, became my big titted baby girl every night, whimpering for Daddy cock and begging for Daddy cum to fill her mouth and Daddy cream to help her sleep.

So where was I? The earthquake, right? The minor, insignificant earthquake that shifted the ground under our house's foundations just barely enough not to harm the house, but enough to slightly dislodge the door frame to our bedroom making it impossible to close the door entirely. When I discovered that the quake had damaged the door jamb, my first thought was to check under the house to see if there was more extensive damage. But my second thought was fear that my wife's breathtaking nightly suckathons might end. 

I had nothing to worry about. Just as she didn't seem to notice or care that her orgasmic screaming for a half hour or so every morning had any effect on her teenage daughter, Marie wasn't fazed by the idea that we might be disturbed by Krissy walking down the hall and seeing her mother kneeling in front of me worshiping my big cock. And any shyness or misgivings that I had disappeared the first night after the quake, the moment she knelt between my legs, looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and whispered, "Daddy, can I please suck your cock?"

The first couple of days were not bad. Because of a heavy work schedule, I didn't have time to go down to the hardware store and get the parts necessary to fix the door. But Krissy was studying for midterms, so she was holed up every night in her bedroom anyway, rock music blaring through the door while she pushed her way through calculus problems and the causes of the First World War and French verb conjugations. Every time I tried to close the bedroom door it stayed in place for a moment, but the doorknob was slightly off kilter since the quake and would no longer catch, and after a few minutes the door drifted open. If anyone had walked by, they would have seen me leaning back in the overstuffed chair facing towards the door and Marie, topless with her back to the door, visible only by her bare back and the bobbing of her head up and down on my rigid cock. And every once in a while, when she came up for air, her happy whisper: "It's so big, Daddy. Am I doing it right?"

Krissy caught us on the third night. Well, "caught" might not be the right word. It's not as if she interrupted Marie's slurping on her Daddy meat. Marie was in her own world, a world that consisted only of her mouth and my cock, as she lazily licked up and down, occasionally hefting my balls in one hand and tickling my ballsack. 

Marie may have been in a trance, but I wasn't. I heard Krissy's door open, heard the footsteps as Krissy walked toward the bathroom at the other end of the hall. I looked up, dreading what would happen as Marie continued to suckle contentedly at my cock. I saw Krissy's shadow precede her in the hall and tensed in anticipation. Just as Krissy came even with our bedroom door, Marie's mouth came off my cock long enough for her to say in her best little-girl voice, "Oh Daddy, I love your big cock so much!" 

Krissy looked me square in the eye and my face turned beet red. Reflexively, I put both hands on Marie's head and pushed her mouth deeper down on my cock, as if I could somehow hide her, or maybe hide my cock inside her mouth. It was stupid, but it was the sort of stupidity that people do when they are caught doing stupid things.

Krissy stopped in her tracks. She stared into my eyes, then looked down at the back of her mother's head, then back at me. Far from embarrassed, her first response was break into a lopsided grin that she quickly covered with her hand, obviously to keep from laughing out loud. I know it was no surprise to Krissy that her mother and I had sex -- a lot. She'd have to be deaf to be unaware. So I guess finding her mother roleplaying a little girl while sucking cock was not as shocking as I would have thought. After a moment, Krissy walked on to the bathroom and a minute later I heard the toilet flush. Marie kept slurping and cooing.

She was still mewling over my cock a few moments later when Krissy walked back down the hall on her way back to her room. This time Krissy stopped in front of the doorway, laughing silently. Looking me in the eye again, she opened her mouth in a wide "O". With one hand she pantomimed thrusting a cock in and out of her mouth. She stopped, smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. Then she was gone, and I heard the quiet click of her bedroom door when she went back to studying. 

Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 02



The next morning I was more self conscious than usual while Marie and I fucked. Marie usually liked to be on top but this morning she went for the missionary position. I thrust into her over and over, gradually forcing her body to slide up the bed toward the headboard. When her body slid too far up the bed, she reached her arms back behind her to brace herself against the headboard, so that every thrust on my part banged the headboard against the wall behind the bed. She screamed out every time I thrust: "Fuck!" Bang. "Me!" Bang. "Fuck!" Bang. "Me!" Over and over for fifteen minutes, her big tits bouncing wildly in every direction as she shook like a little rag doll, interspersed with cries of, "Oh, God Danny, give me that fat cock! Cock Cock COCK!" Bang. "Cock!" Bang. "Cock!" 

A few minutes later we were all eating breakfast – waffles this time – and Krissy acted as if nothing had happened. No sly winks, no looking at the floor, no acknowledgment at all that she had seen her mother kneeling at my feet while I fucked her face, or that only a few minutes earlier Mom had been begging me at the top of her lungs to fuck her harder Harder HARDER. We talked briefly about Krissy's English exam, and then it was off to school and work for all three of us.

That day I swore to myself that I would fix the fucking door, but I got held up at work and the hardware store was closed by the time I got there. So after dinner, when Marie and I went to our bedroom for some "Daddy time", the door drifted open again and I tensed myself for being the subject of another peepshow.

And what a peepshow it was. I lay back in the easy chair and Marie deftly unbuckled my belt, then pulled off my pants. She unbuttoned her blouse, took off her 34F bra, and sat briefly on the arm of the chair so that I could play with and suck her tits for a minute before she got on her knees and went to work kissing my dick. Just as Marie settled herself on the ground, I heard a faint click down the hall accompanied by an increase in the volume of the rock & roll while Krissy opened, then closed the door to her bedroom.

"Daddy Daddy Daddy," Marie moaned as she rubbed the length of my cock along her left cheek, then kissed the head and moved my cock over to her right cheek, marking her face with my precum. "Love Daddy cock." 

The door drifted slightly more open. Then Krissy walked past, hardly pausing at all on her way to the kitchen other than to confirm that her mother was in her accustomed place, sucking contentedly while I stroked her hair in approval. A moment later, Krissy returned, carrying a folding chair and a bowl.

Of popcorn. Again giving me a silent thumbs up with one hand, Krissy sat down in the chair just outside the door in the hallway and set the bowl of popcorn on her lap. For the next fifteen minutes, while her mother cooed and whimpered over my cock, alternating between quiet slurping and occasional bouts of frenzied bobbing, Krissy quietly sat, smiling that same lopsided smile and occasionally wagging her head back and forth with a open-mouthed grin as if she were at a rock concert digging her favorite band playing her favorite song. 

The whole time, I held Marie's head gently in my hand, ready to guide her gaze back to my cock in case she showed any sign of turning toward the door. But at moments like these, Marie's entire universe consisted of my cock and her Daddy fantasy. "Love cock," she murmured, then thrust her mouth downward on my shaft and shook in another cocksucking orgasm. "Love your cock." Krissy smiled even wider and nodded her head as if to say, "Go for it, Stepdad!" After several minutes that seemed to last forever, Krissy finally ran out of popcorn and went back to her room. She took her chair with her.

The next morning was more nothing. No acknowledgment. No discomfort on Krissy's part, no improper familiarity toward her mother and stepfather. It was as if nothing had happened. It was a normal morning with normal pancakes for breakfast accompanied by normal maple syrup. I wanted to take Krissy aside and say something to her, but what? What could I possibly say that would not make an awkward situation worse? So I said . . . nothing.

That night after dinner while Krissy was supposedly in her room studying for her Econ exam we went back at it as usual. Marie lovingly caressed my cock: "Love you. Love your cock." Slurp. "No man has ever made me cum just from sucking." Slurp, slurp. Lick. "Oh, Daddy, I just want to give you everything, every . . ." and then she interrupted herself by plunging her mouth down onto my cock as if she couldn't hold herself back any more. And she shivered with another orgasm which, impossible as I thought it would have been, made my cock pulse and get even harder.

And then I looked up and saw Krissy again. She had dragged out the chair and the popcorn again, but this time, instead of being dressed in her normal t-shirt and jeans – a pretty sexy outfit by itself, given the way the shirt stretched itself tightly over her big boobs and the jeans defined the way her fantastic round ass stuck out as if waiting to be smacked – no, instead of her usual tight shirt and jeans, she was wearing an almost see-through yellow babydoll nightie that highlighted her amazing 32F teenage tits and her gorgeous crossed legs. When her eyes met mine and she knew that I had seen her, she lifted one of her hands in a little greeting, wiggling her fingers as if she was waving hello to a little boy. Then she popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth and watched the show.

"Love Daddy," murmured Marie, totally engrossed in my cock. "Love Daddy cock." Then she sucked me some more. And some more after that. 

My attention was split between my gorgeous, busty wife curled up at my feet and worshiping my cock versus my gorgeous, busty stepdaughter who sat there watching the action. Really, if it weren't for the fact that I was already getting sex twice a day with the occasional extra thrown in on weekends – that's sixty or seventy mindblowing orgasms a month, if you're counting – I would probably have been lusting after Krissy with her slim build and her outrageously large tits. But the fact was, Marie was already draining my balls so much every day that I had no need to ruin a fantastic marriage by lusting after my wife's daughter as well. So even if Krissy was built like a brick shithouse, with a rack that rivaled her mother's, and curly blonde hair that was slightly lighter in tone than her mother's, and gorgeous lips that reminded me of her mother's expert cocksucking lips, and a tummy that was slightly more trim than her mother's (if that was possible), well, I was spoken for. 

Yet there she was. Eating popcorn while I put on a sex show for an audience of one. Crossing and uncrossing her bare legs like she was in that Sharon Stone movie. The nightie, already pretty damn short, rode higher up her thighs every time she moved.

And her tits. While Marie shuddered and moaned over my cock, whispering her love of Daddy meat, I looked at her daughter's nipples, visible through the gauzy yellow fabric. Really, the two women could almost be sisters, they were both so gorgeous and sexy and fuckable. What would it be like to have both of them?

Krissy reached the end of her popcorn and started licking her fingers one by one. I grabbed her mother's head and started fucking her face. Thrusting upward over and over into her mouth, Marie began to gag while, a few feet away, Krissy lazily slipped one finger after another into her mouth, in and out, sucking each finger clean of butter and driving me crazy. "Do you love Daddy?" I asked.

"Mmm! Mmm!" said Marie, her mouth too full to say anything more. Krissy smiled even wider and pinched one of her nipples.

"Then it's time to drink Daddy's love, sweetheart," I said, thrusting deeper into Marie's throat and pumping what seemed like a quart of sperm straight into her stomach. 

Krissy carefully took the popcorn bowl off her lap and put it on the ground next to her chair. Then she brought both hands together and pantomimed clapping for my performance. While Marie lovingly licked all the sperm and saliva off of my cock, Krissy quietly picked up her chair and bowl and went back to her bedroom.

Despite feeling absolutely drained sexually, I still dreamt of sex all that night. In my dream, I fucked Marie nonstop all night long while Krissy sat on the edge of the bed yelling encouragement. "Fuck her, Daddy!" the dream Krissy said. "Fuck the shit out of her! Fuck her with that big cock of yours until she can't walk straight!"

In the middle of the night I reached over to Marie and pulled her head down to my crotch. "Daddy's tense, sweetheart," I whispered. "Suck me."

So she did. After I shot a load of sperm into her, she kept my cock in her mouth, suckling it lovingly while she drifted back to sleep. When my dream revved up again a little later, Marie already had my cock in her mouth and, still asleep, she sucked me to another orgasm. She stayed that way, curled up around my crotch with my cock in her mouth and her hands reaching around to my ass, for the rest of the night. An hour or so later I got hard again and gave her another dose of cum, and then another after that. Marie, for her part, cooed and mewled and sucked, all without even waking up. Dreaming and getting sucked and getting sucked some more, I pumped cum into my wife's loving mouth over and over. In the dream Krissy sat on the bed beside us, getting closer and closer every time I came until finally, toward dawn, the dream Krissy was right next to me on the bed, whispering in my ear, "Cum, Danny. Please cum in us, Daddy." It was the best dream and one of the sexiest nights of my life.



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 03



The next day I went to the hardware store and bought a new door knob and a few odds and ends. When I got home, I pretended to work on the door for a while after dinner, but then gave up after a half an hour. "I think I got the wrong parts," I explained to mother and daughter. Marie didn't care much one way or the other, but Krissy just smirked. It was the first time she had given any sign of what had been happening at night.

When Marie started worshiping Daddy cock a little while later, I didn't bother trying to close the door. Instead, I let it drift wide open. And sure enough, a few minutes later Krissy came out with her folding chair. 

No popcorn this time. Krissy was dressed in more normal bed clothes: loose little shorts and a comfortable top. If it wasn't clear from the start that she wasn't wearing a bra, it became obvious within a minute or two. While Marie focused on my cock and whispered Daddy endearments, Krissy reached up under her blouse and started playing with her big tits. "Are you a tit man?" she mouthed to me silently. She quickly lifted up the blouse giving me a flash of tits that lasted only a fraction of a second. 

In response I thrust harder into her mother's mouth. "I love your tits," I said, reaching down to fondle her mother's fantastic rack. "Love my baby girl's big tits." 

Marie took her mouth off my cock briefly, giggled and said, "Thank you, Daddy. They're just for you. Only you." Then she went back to kissing the length of my cock. Krissy blew me a kiss.

While Marie sucked my cock, Krissy got more active. With the rock music still blaring from her bedroom down the hall, Krissy caressed her big tits every way she could think of. Sometimes she played with her tits through the fabric of her t-shirt, other times she reached under the shirt and played with them under the cloth. Either way, all I could think of was how huge they were on her slim frame and how much I wanted it to be my hands instead of hers mauling her big tits and jiggling them in my hands. Marie gasped and shivered at my feet, experiencing another suck orgasm, and I pulled her head downward on my pole in encouragement. 

Finally, at the end of one song, Krissy pulled up her shirt and bared her large breasts. She hefted both of them in her hands and shook her big tits at me as if she was offering them to me. Her mouth was open like she was laughing silently, but at the same time I could see that a big part of the sexual charge for her was that she knew she was only teasing me. The huge tits, the wide sexy grin -- you can look but don't touch, they aren't for you, she was saying with her eyes. Or were they? 

I shut my eyes and shot a load of cream down her mother's eager mouth. When I opened them again, Krissy was gone.

The next morning Marie outdid herself: fruit salad with mangoes and papayas alongside scrambled eggs. "We need to keep Daddy in tip top condition, don't we sweetie?" she said to Krissy as she put the plate in front of me. 

Sex that morning had been fantastic, breathtaking. Marie and I fucked so hard that I was actually afraid I would die of pleasure from her bouncing relentlessly on my cock for a half an hour. When I came, I actually saw stars. After Marie jumped off me without so much as a peck on the cheek and ran into the kitchen to start breakfast, I swore to check the internet to see how often people died of heart attacks during sex. I felt my pulse, which was finally starting to go down after a fucking session so intense it seemed it could only end in orgasmic death. I might be a candidate for the emergency ward.

That night Krissy upped the ante again. She appeared in the doorway only a few moments after her mother settled in for her nightly cum feeding. 

No chair this time. She had turned up the volume on the music in her bedroom and left the door open, so the sound of long guitar solos reverberated through the hallway. Dressed in a tight t-shirt and panties, Krissy began to dance.

Marie was in the zone, rubbing my cock all over her big tits and her neck and face, giving my cock little Eskimo kisses with her nose and basking in the smell of my manhood. "Daddy," she whined, like a little girl asking for a toy, "Will you paint your little girl's mouth tonight? Will you please fill my mouth with Daddy cock? Please, Daddy?" Then without warning she plunged her mouth down all the way to the root, deepthroating me and fucking her face with my cock.

Krissy went wide-eyed at her mother's cocksucking skills, but didn't miss a beat. Every time a big guitar riff came on, Krissy played air guitar. Her left arm rose in the air at an angle, while her right arm went down towards her panties, wiggling like she was picking the strings frantically. Her hips thrust forward and her big tits, unrestrained by any bra, bounced under her t-shirt. Marie continued to deepthroat me, all the way to my pubic hair, then back up to the very tip of my head, then again all the way down, over and over, barely catching her breath each time as she bobbed her head up and down in time with the music. "I love you, babygirl," I gasped, gripping Marie's hair while looking Krissy in the eye. 

When I finally came, it happened on the upswing of one of Marie's deepthroat plunges, with the result that I sprayed her face with cum. Marie just giggled and started scooping the sperm with her fingers, sliding it into her mouth. "Daddy made a mess!" she giggled. I looked over to the doorway and Krissy was gone again.

The next day I skipped lunch and instead took a long walk during my lunch hour. Sexy as this was, I told myself, it had to stop. The fact was, I loved Marie with all my heart. Mindblowing sex and mouth-watering body aside, I enjoyed her company, her intelligence, her wit, her loyalty. Even if she weren't my wife, I'd still want her for my best friend. Was I so stupid that I was willing to endanger that for the sake of her (equally sexy) daughter? 

Besides, I had the strong sense that as sexy as Krissy was acting, it was only that: an act. It wasn't that I believed Krissy was a naive virgin who didn't realize the effect she had on men and on me in particular. No, she clearly knew exactly what she was doing. But I couldn't believe that she would ever go behind her mother's back and actually have sex with her mom's husband. That sort of thing may happen in porno flicks, but beneath that extraordinarily fuckable little body, Krissy was a real person who really loved her mother. There was something in her eyes and in that ironic smirk that made me sure Krissy would push away any physical advances from me, even if she had encouraged them in the first place. And then my marriage would go down the drain. Yeah, she was sexy as hell, but I would have to be a disloyal fool to act on Krissy's sexy come-ons.

That night I asked Marie to clear the table by herself so that I could have a talk with Krissy about her schoolwork. Actually, Krissy was doing fine with school, but it was the best excuse I could think of to get her alone. 

"So what did you want to talk about, Danny?" she asked.

"This has got to stop, Krissy," I began.

"What?"

"Cut the crap. You know what. The hallway. The popcorn. The air guitar."

She giggled. It sounded just like her mother right after an orgasm. My dick pulsed in my pants. "You don't like air guitar -- Daddy?"

"I like air guitar just fine -- when Bill and Ted do it in the movies. In the hallway while I'm having sex with your mother, not so much. And I'm not your Daddy, I'm your stepdad. Why don't you just call me Danny like you always have?"

"You like it when Mom calls you Daddy."

My cock started to get hard. I shut my eyes to blot out the look of Krissy's blonde hair and the red lipstick on her blowjob lips and tried to will my penis into softness, but without much success. "That's . . . well, that's different. And I'm sure I don't have to explain to you the difference."

"No, why don't you explain it to me?"

"Okay, Krissy, your mother enjoys certain . . . roleplaying fantasies . . . sometimes when we're winding down at night. It's not that strange, and it's none of your business, and it's beside the point. The point is that I love your mother and you love your mother and neither of us wants to do anything that would ever hurt her. So please. Just cut it out, huh?"

Krissy smirked, suppressing an outright laugh. I got up to leave, hoping that when I stood up my hard-on wouldn't look awkward. I wished that I had an opportunity to rearrange my pants, but that would be so obvious it would probably make things worse.

"I hope I've got my message across," I said as I stood up.

Krissy gave that lopsided smile of hers as she looked at my cock bulging out obscenely from my pants, then looked up again at my face. I began to blush as she looked back again at my cock, poking out straight toward her. "Oh, yeah, I got the message all right. See you around -- Daddy."

I beat a hasty retreat. That didn't go well.

That night we listened to more guitar-heavy rock. While Marie kissed the underside of my cock and gave me the handjob of my life, corkscrewing both hands up and down my pole, Krissy silently stood right in the doorway to our bedroom. She lifted both her arms a little above her head, braced her hands against either side of the door frame and began undulating to the music. "Daddy Daddy," Marie moaned. "Feed me your cock. Fuck my face, Daddy."

The music beat became more insistent. Krissy's hip gyrations evolved into pelvic thrusts. Her little panty rode up into her pussy, making it almost like a thong. Her big tits bounced wildly under her blouse. Her eyes locked on mine while she laughed silently. "Daddy," she mouthed, mimicking her mother. "Fuck my face, Daddy."

I thrust deeper into Marie's mouth while I looked into Krissy's beautiful face. "Good girls suck their Daddy's cock," I instructed them.

Another guitar solo came up and Krissy took her hands off the door frame. While her mother's head plunged up and down on my cock, Krissy's left arm rose in the air playing the chords on an imaginary guitar neck. Her right hand went straight into her panties and began diddling her clit as if it were a guitar playing the sexiest song on earth. She thrust her crotch at me over and over while her mother blew me in time with the beat. Krissy's huge boobs bounced up and down while the drums kicked in, setting a tempo for mother and daughter. 

I shot my first load of the night into Marie's mouth just as the song reached its peak. Marie shivered in another cum climax while she swallowed me. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "You take such good care of me." As if they had rehearsed it beforehand, mother and daughter both licked their lips at the same time. Even as it softened, my cock gave another lurch and spit out another load of cum for Marie to clean up with her tongue. 

The next day was a federal holiday, one of those miscellaneous "celebrations" like Presidents Day or Martin Luther King Day or Veterans Day when you're supposed to think deep patriotic thoughts but in reality you're just thankful for a day off of work. Marie used the day off to paint an old bookcase that she'd bought at a garage sale, so instead of the usual skirt and blouse that she wore to the office, she dressed in ratty old jeans and an oil-stained t-shirt that she saved for tasks like this. To keep the paint out of her hair, she tied it up in two pigtails and topped it with an old baseball cap advertising a tire shop that had gone out of business five years ago. For my part, I dragged the ladder out of the garage and spent the day cleaning gutters and trimming dead tree limbs, then hauling the trash out to the organic recycling center on the edge of town. Krissy's reward for getting an A on her math exam was a free shopping trip to one of those stores on the mall that specializes in selling stylish but overpriced and cheaply made clothing to teenagers. 

By the end of the day, Marie and I were beat but the chores were done. Krissy came in the door loaded down with shopping bags. The first words out of her mouth when her mother looked at the swag was to protest, "I swear -- I didn't spend a penny more than the limit!"

In the course of doing all these chores I never got around to fixing the door. Somehow other things seemed more important at the time -- after all, we don't want a dead tree limb to break off in a storm and hit the windows, do we? And if the gutters fill up with dead leaves, well, there's no telling what would happen. 

I'm not blind to my own motivations. Every time I finished one task and went to another without taking a half hour to fix the damn door I knew that I was passing up an opportunity to put a stop to this whole sexy but ultimately self-destructive progression. No good could possibly come from Krissy's increasingly erotic gyrations behind Marie's back, and I knew that it could only end in some kind of disaster that would probably involve divorce from a woman whom I loved more than anyone else in the world. But the truth is that even thinking about the image of curvy little Krissy in the hallway, playing with her big tits and licking her lips, gave me a hardon that would not go away. I could not muster the strength of will to repair the fucking door. 

After she was done with the bookcase, Marie washed up and changed her clothes to something cleaner and started on a dinner of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Along with being an insatiable dynamo in the sack, Marie was also a great cook, and even a simple dish like fried chicken and potatoes was fantastic when she was in charge of the stove. The only vestige of her painting activity from before was that she kept the pigtails when she cooked and ate dinner. "It's so much easier this way when you're working, either outside or in the kitchen," she explained. She twirled one of the pigtails in her finger and gave me a sexy look across the dinner table that I'm sure Krissy must have seen. "What do you think, Danny?"

It wasn't a school night, so Krissy didn't have homework, but she spent the evening in her room anyway listening to music and catching up on Facebook. Every once in a while I could hear thumping from her room, presumably from her dancing by herself in the privacy of her room -- something she had done ever since I'd first met her mother four years ago. Marie said it was Krissy's way of letting off steam, but now I was wondering if it was evolving into her way of getting steamed up.

Later that night, Marie and I settled into our nightly routine: her at my feet rubbing my pole all over her face and whispering how much she loved her Daddy's cock. "It's so big, Daddy!" she gushed. "Is it all for me?" 

In response, I gently guided her mouth along the length of my dick. "Of course, sweetheart. Good girls get their reward. Now show me how you can suck me."

After several minutes, Krissy had not appeared, and I began to hope/dread that her game was finally over, that she would stop taunting me with her fuckable body. But just at the point when I began to relax by taking Marie's pigtails in both hands like handlebars to guide her head on my cock, Krissy appeared.

Now I saw the results of her shopping trip. Krissy had spent her reward for good grades on a plain white blouse that seemed several sizes too small for her big bust. The buttons in front strained to hold in her big tits, leaving gaps between the cloth where I could see through to her braless cleavage. The blouse had been cut away at the bottom, baring not only her midriff but also leaving a gap under her breasts where her big tits jutted out. And barely covering her ass and almost none of her legs was a tiny green plaid pleated schoolgirl-style uniform skirt, though the only schoolgirl who would wear such a thing would have to be moonlighting as a porn star. She had tied her blonde hair back in pigtails to match her mother's. Krissy lifted her index finger to her mouth and began licking it in a wanton display of pseudo-innocence that was designed to inflame me. It worked.

I lurched forward into her mother's mouth in a combination of surprise and lust. I pulled again on Marie's pigtails, bringing her deeper onto my pole. Marie gagged slightly, but then relaxed her throat and allowed me to control her mouth with her pigtails. "Show me how you love your Daddy!" I growled. 

Krissy showed me. She made her mouth into an "O" shape and grabbed her own blonde pigtails just like I was grabbing her mother's. Then she pulled her mouth down onto an imaginary cock, keeping her eyes glued on mine the whole time. 

It was the most obscene thing I think I have ever seen. There she was, an extraordinary girl with Barbie doll measurements, her tits nearly bursting through her torn blouse, her schoolgirl skirt barely providing any cover for her pantyless bottom. She was pantomiming utter submission to my cock while at the same time her eyes, her lovely young blue eyes, were still conveying mirth and joy at the fact that she was driving me absolutely crazy. Her mother gagged and drooled as I fucked her face mercilessly. 

This went on for what seemed like an eternity. After the first few minutes, Krissy added to the show by thrusting her ass in and out in time with the music and with her imaginary blowjob. Taking mercy on Marie, I relaxed my grip on her pigtails, allowing her to go back to a more leisurely suck and lick of my fuckstick. 

But Krissy did not stop. First one, then another of the buttons on her blouse popped off with her gyrations, exposing most of her huge tits while they bounced in time with her bobbing head. Keeping time with the music in the background, her ass continued to go back and forth like she was being fucked from behind, while she kept her hands on her pigtails, pulling herself down over and over onto what I imagined was my own dick fucking her face. "Good girl," I said over and over while looking into Krissy's eyes. "Good girl. Daddy's girl." 

Marie mewed with pleasure and kissed the head of my cock in response, but that wasn't enough for me. I grabbed her pigtails and impaled her mouth on my cock again, forcing my dick down her throat. I began pulling her pigtails down in time with the music and in sync with Krissy's own pantomime. 

I felt like I was fucking both their faces at once. My eyes were so riveted on Krissy's performance that I think I even stopped blinking for fear of missing a microsecond of her blonde head bobbing relentlessly and joyously up and down on the imaginary cock filling her wet, delicious mouth. "Suck Daddy," I said, looking directly into Krissy's eyes as her head nodded up and down in agreement and submission. "Good girls suck their Daddy."

Marie could only gurgle in response. "Glugg! Gugg!" I pulled again on her pigtails, bringing her mouth so far down my cock that her nose touched my pubic hairs. Marie gurgled again and spasmed, cumming on my cock. 

She pulled her face off of my pole to catch her breath. "Thank you Daddy!" she said, grinning widely. Then after a quick, loving kiss to the tip of my cockhead, she quickly engulfed my dick again in her loving, cocksucking mouth. 

I went back to holding my hands gently on Marie's head to set the rhythm for her as I leaned back in the chair and gave a wide smile of unrestrained joy to Krissy. Marie's habit of cumming from sucking me was the deepest and most intimate expression of love I had ever seen. It was also the sexiest thing I had ever experienced and the biggest sexual turn-on imaginable. Just the remembrance of her cumming from sucking me was enough to give me a hard-on at any time of the day or night. And now I was brazenly displaying Marie's cock worship to her daughter only a couple of feet away. I was showing off to Krissy my most prized possession: a woman (her mother) who sank to her knees between my legs every night and begged me to fuck her face. 




Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 03



"I love your tight little body," I told them. "I love your beautiful big tits, I love your gorgeous fuckable ass. I love your lips going up and down on my cock. You're my girl," I said, stroking Marie's hair with both hands while I smiled possessively at Krissy. "MY girl."

I thrust deep into Marie's mouth and said it again: "MY girl!" Then I pulled her pigtails again, impaling her on my cock over and over, saying each time, "MY girl! MY girl! MY girl!" I stared into Krissy's eyes the whole time. 

Marie drooled on my cock and gagged. Then she came again. Krissy stopped her gyrations and stared open-mouthed at her mother cumming twice in a row merely from sucking cock.

I slowed the pace and force of my thrusts, allowing Marie to relax a bit after her orgasm. "I love the way you cum. Good girls always cum for their Daddy," I said while leisurely pumping my shaft into Krissy's mother's mouth. 

When Krissy straightened up from having pantomimed sucking and getting fucked, I saw that her skimpy schoolgirl costume had mostly come undone. Only one button remained on the blouse, which had ridden up on her so that it was bunched up near her collar bone, exposing her breasts. The minuscule plaid skirt was so far askew that one hip and half of her ass was showing. After all that activity she was breathing hard, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked like she had just been fucked.

My cock pulsed in a spasm of lust and my pelvis lurched, thrusting my cock deeper into Marie's welcoming throat. The moment was so perfect that I laughed out loud. "Good girl," I said.

Leaning my head all the way back, tilting my face toward Krissy and smiling at her the whole time, I gripped her mother's head and thrust deep into her throat with each word I uttered: "Good. . . good . . . girl." Krissy stared open-mouthed, her breasts heaving and bouncing with exertion and lust.

When I finally came it felt like an explosion in my head and my groin simultaneously. I filled Marie's mouth so well that cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and onto her breasts. She smiled and rubbed my sperm into her nipples.

That night I dreamt of fucking fucking fucking. Fucking Marie in our bed. Fucking Marie on the kitchen table. Fucking Marie on the living room couch. Fucking Marie in the shower. And everywhere in my dream, Krissy was there, right next to us, whispering in my ear. Urging me on. Calling me Daddy. "Do it Daddy," she said. "Fuck her good." 

I woke up with an aching hardon. I rolled over onto Marie and without any preliminaries drove my cock into her. She woke up immediately and wrapped her legs around my ass. "Do it Daddy. Fuck me good," she whispered in my ear, echoing her daughter's words from the dream. 

The next night was Saturday. Christ, had this torture only been going on for less than a week? It seemed like forever, that my heart was going to burst from too many orgasms coupled paradoxically with too much unsatisfied lust. I really did need to check online about heart attacks. Krissy was going to kill me.

Most Saturdays Krissy went out on dates or with her girlfriends. Being such a knockout, she never lacked for boys asking her out, but she seldom stayed with any of them for more than a few weeks. To her credit -- and I chalk this up to her mother's sensible influence -- she was not like a lot of gorgeous girls, who become so used to men's attentions that they never get around to thinking about what they actually want from a young man beyond slavish attention and expensive gifts. Krissy almost never dated assholes, and the assholes who did make it through her screening disappeared after the first date. 

Most of her dates were with a variety of guys -- sometimes the science kids, other times jocks and even a couple of shy boys who barely mustered the courage to say hello to her much less ask her out. If there was anything in common with the ones she stuck with, it was that they were decent kids who treated her with respect, even if they were chomping at the bit to get in her pants. 

But even with her active social life, Krissy was not desperate to spend every weekend night on dates or on the prowl with her girl posse. It wasn't unusual at all that, like today, she would spend a quiet Saturday evening at home watching the tube or messing around on the internet.

I confess I was disappointed. I had hoped that she'd break the pattern of the last several days, have a nice evening out with friends, and maybe drop her cockteasing ways as a teenage lark that she had played out and finished. Then after a few days I could gather up the moral willpower to fix the damn door and we would be done with it. My marriage could go on without skirting the edge of ruin.

But no. Around the time that Marie and I settled into our bedroom so that she could indulge her Daddy fantasy, I saw the damn broken door drift open. The sound of music from Krissy's room got louder, shifting to more guitar-heavy rock songs. 

I tensed up, and Marie could feel it. "What's the matter, Daddy?" she asked in her little girl voice. "Have you had a bad day?" She kissed my cock Hello, then buried the head in her mouth for a moment before releasing it with a pop. "You take such good care of us, Daddy. Let me make you feel good."

I bowed to the inevitable and let her suck me. I sighed as she began licking the length of my cock while jacking me off with one hand. It was only a matter of time, I knew.

Krissy didn't show for several minutes, lulling me into a sense of comfort and pleasure. Marie seemed to know exactly what would be both soothing and sexy. Her mouth bathed the tip of my cock while the fingertips of both hands caressed my rod. 

Another song started up, and suddenly Krissy slid into view in the doorway like Tom Cruise in that movie from the eighties. She was dressed in a thong and a snug pullover blouse that was drawn tight over her big tits, showing every curve of her tits, her narrow waist and the flair of her hips. As the music heated up, she bounced and jiggled as much as she could, occasionally thrusting her hips forward. Her tits swayed and bounced under her top in such a way that it was almost hypnotic. Marie, meanwhile, was deep in her cocksucking trance, worshiping Daddy's rod.

"Daddy." 

Slurp. 

"Daddy." 

Slurp. 

"Love Daddy."

Then came the inevitable guitar solo. Krissy again raised her left hand in the air while her right hand went to her crotch. But there was no pretense this time that she was playing air guitar. Instead, she blatantly thrust her finger in and out of her pussy, while her right hand in the air swung about in circles like a rodeo rider swinging a lasso on a bucking horse. As the music went on, Krissy slowly circled around, undulating her hips in time to the music and her own self-pleasuring, exposing first her front, then her delicious tight round ass covered only by the thong. "Daddy," murmured Marie as her lips traced their way up my pole. "Love Daddy cock. Suck Daddy cock all night."

I think Krissy was either getting good at anticipating her mother's moans, or maybe the two sexpots, mother and daughter, were becoming psychically linked, because soon Krissy began mouthing the words that her mother was whispering. "Daddy," she mouthed as her mother spoke the actual words. "Love Daddy all night. Suck Daddy cock."

Marie shivered again and giggled with another orgasm, something that Krissy had come to recognize. Krissy stared at me in wonder for bringing her mother to orgasm merely by letting her suck me. Her fingers dug deeper in her pussy and started moving faster in and out while her mother moaned.

The music went on but Krissy was no longer paying attention to the beat. Instead, her masturbating thrusts took control, and she began writhing while still slowly twirling. She brought her hand to the hem of her blouse and pulled the clothing up to her collar, exposing her gorgeous tits to me. She began mauling her tits while finger fucking herself, biting her lower lip to keep from uttering any sound. Her eyes shut tight while she lost herself in the sensation, the same way her mother was lost in the haze of sucking and shivering, cumming on my cock. Then Krissy froze and shivered all over, a sight that I had seen her mother do countless times as she orgasmed. Krissy's eyes snapped wide open and she looked at me with wonder and helplessness. "Daddy," whispered Marie.

And Krissy silently mouthed the words after her: "Love Daddy."

For the first time Krissy wasn't smiling or laughing silently. All traces of irony and bemusement seemed to have drained out. She continued to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples, but her right hand had gone from thrusting in and out of her pussy to gently caressing her clit from the outside. Her eyes seemed almost pleading as she stared at me and mouthed, "Please, Daddy. Please." Then, even without the extra stimulation of finger fucking herself, she came again. 

I pulled her mother's head down onto my cock and shot my sperm into her cock-loving mouth. "Good girl," I gasped, looking Krissy in the eye. "Daddy's girl."

I felt like I had turned a corner with Krissy. But turned where? Onto what road?

That night I had the stupidest, most obvious, most narcissistic dream imaginable. I dreamt that I lay on my back, my hard, engorged cock pointing up to the sky. My cock was enormous, bigger than the rest of my body, rising up ten feet, fifteen feet into the air. And I was cumming. Cumming buckets, cumming gallons, cumming in a giant stream like a fountain. And cavorting in the spray of my sperm were my two women, Marie and Krissy, naked and loving the spray of my cream covering their bodies, dancing and hugging each other and feeding each other handfuls of my cum and smearing more handfuls into their pussies and gaily approaching my giant cock to hug the shaft and rub themselves on the glory of my cock. Interpret THAT, Freud!

I woke up suddenly to the sound of screaming as I spurted into the womb of my wife, who had been fucking me cowgirl style even while I had been dreaming. "Fuck me Danny! Fuck me with your big cock!" Her ass rose and fell over my cock like an insane jackhammer pounding relentlessly. As I came, she squeezed her vaginal muscles to get every drop out of me. Then she collapsed on top of me, stuffing her nipple into my mouth.



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 04



The next night after dinner Marie and Krissy got into a minor tiff over clothes. "Are you sure you didn't go over the spending limit I gave you?" her mother asked. "Those were an awful lot of packages I saw you with."

"I told you, Mom, I would never do that. I took your card and went to the ATM to withdraw what you allowed in cash. Then instead of blowing it at the mall I went to a couple of thrift shops."

"Thrift shops?!"

"They don't have cooties, Mom."

Marie gave her daughter a dirty look. "I know they don't have cooties. But you have to be careful about things you buy at thrift shops, sweetie. Did you check for tears? Did you check for worn fabric? Did you check for bad hems on the edges? There are reasons why people give away their clothes to thrift shops."

"Mom, I. . . ."

"Bring them out. Let's see them."

And so that night Krissy gave us a fashion show.

While she was changing into her first outfit I had the good sense to cover my lap with a light blanket. I had a bad feeling about where this might head, so I claimed that the night was a little chilly, and instead of turning up the heat, why not simply have an extra layer while I sat on the couch? 

Marie shrugged. "Suit yourself." But she snuggled next to me on the sofa and arranged the coverlet over herself as well. "There now," she said, and squeezed my thigh under the blanket. "Aren't we cozy?" 

Krissy's first outfit wasn't bad at all: a rather demure, light fabric button-down sweater. She sashayed into the living room in a comic parody of a runway model and twirled in front of us, put her arm on her thin waist and cocked her hip, pouting at us in a deliberately bad imitation of the schtick that models do on TV and the movies. 

"Come closer," said Marie. "Let me look at that back hem." Krissy walked up and to us and turned her back, slightly thrusting her fantastic ass toward her mother and me. Marie fingered the material and the hem and held it up for me: "You see? It's fraying."

Krissy looked over her shoulder toward us. The movement had the effect of pushing her ass farther out, toward my face. Close enough to reach forward and stroke and trace the curve of her butt. She glanced at the portion of the hem that her mother was holding. "Oh come on, Mom. That's just a loose thread. Anyway, the sweater only cost me four bucks. Don't you think I'm going to get at least four bucks worth of wear out of it? Look – it's a designer label." She knelt down at our feet with her back to us so that her mother could look at the underside of the collar. It was a perfectly innocent move, yet I couldn't help but think nasty thoughts: She's at my feet. Kneeling at my feet. Okay, maybe she was facing the wrong direction, but still, she was kneeling there. 

Marie grunted a grudging okay, and Krissy went back to her room to change into the next outfit. 

"Look! Designer jeans!" she said when she came out.

"A knock off," her mother said. "I can tell from across the room."

"Well, I don't care if it's the real thing or a knock off. They fit great." Again she gave the runway sashay imitation, ending right in front of us and facing away so that she could show off how the jeans hugged the curves of her ass. She put on a deliberately husky voice and intoned, in an atrociously fake miscellaneous European accent, "Do you like vat you see, dahlink?" She slapped her ass for emphasis. 

"Back up towards us, sweetie," Marie said. When Krissy's ass was almost in my face, Marie put her hand forward and traced the lines of an embroidery on the back pocket. "Cheap stitching," she said. "I guarantee this won't last. What do you think, Danny?"

My hand shook slightly as I put forward a tentative finger to feel the stitching on my stepdaughter's delectable ass. "I don't know. I think it's okay."

"You're just a pushover. Okay, you can keep the jeans. Next!"

While Krissy went back to her room to change into the next outfit, Marie squeezed my cock briefly under the blanket. "I'm sorry. This is cutting into our alone time, isn't it? I promise I'll make it up to you, Daddy." My cock lurched and started to grow. Marie removed her hand right after squeezing me, but I pulled the hand back to my cock and held it there.

Krissy's next outfit was a pullover blouse. This time she was not so cocky when she entered the room. She seemed to be expecting greater disapproval from her mother.

"I don't know, Krissy," Marie said. "The color looks good on you. And the overall design might look good on another girl. But come closer." Krissy came and stood in front of us. "No, come down on the ground to eye level." 

Krissy knelt before her mother and me. Marie reached out to the collar of the blouse and fingered the neck hemline. "Look at all this cleavage," she said. 

I was looking. God, was I looking. I squeezed Marie's hand on my rod and pulled it up and down the length of my cock through my pants. Marie resisted slightly, but let herself be guided by me.

"The problem is, a blouse like this is made for a smaller girl – a girl with a smaller bust than you." Her hand slid down the side of her daughter's breast. "And see how the fabric stretches over your chest?" Marie stopped resisting quite so much, and settled into a reflexive stroking of my hardening cock. "It's going to stretch and stretch and then get ruined in the washing machine." Krissy watched her mother caress the underside of her breast, then her eyes wandered over to my crotch, where she could see the slight movement under the blanket.

"Mom, it's really not that bad. Look." Then, in what I think must have earned her an Oscar nomination for Best Innocent Act By A Prickteasing Teen, she hefted both her tits in her hands, then released them. "See how much support this gives me? And it's really comfortable." She gave me a bright-eyed smile. My cock got harder.

"I don't know. . . ." said Marie.

"Look again," said Krissy. She brought her hands underneath her massive globes and held them up for us for a moment, wiggling them ever so slightly, then released them and allowed them to bounce for a moment. Then she did it a third time, and at the end of that movement she massaged the underside of her tits slightly while she readjusted her puppies under the blouse. "What do you think, Danny? Do you like it?"

"I . . . uh . . . it's pretty low-cut," I said. "Pardon my French, but don't you think it's a little slutty?"

"Your stepfather's got a point, sweetie. I don't want you wearing it on dates. Or at school. I guess you can wear it around the house."

"Aw, Mom!" Krissy still had her hands holding the underside of her boobs as she knelt in front of me. She squeezed and lifted them ever so slightly and looked at me pleadingly. Jesus, what an act, I thought to myself.

"You heard your mother. What she says goes," I said. I pictured Krissy prancing around the house in her new blouse, a blouse worn for me alone, hefting her big tits in presentation as she ran toward me. 

"By the way, Mom," said Krissy, "Since we're talking about clothes, I think I need to shop for a new bra."

"What's the matter with your old bras?" Marie asked. "You know how expensive those things are."

"I know, but . . . I think I might need a larger size." She pushed up her tits from below to show us how big they were getting. 

"Oh, sweetie. You're still growing? We'll have to go shopping together later." 

Marie sounded as if she were commiserating, but to me it was like being told that Santa Claus had arrived for an unexpected July visit. Those grapefruit-sized tits were getting even bigger? 

"It kind of worries me, Mom. I mean, I know a lot of guys like women with large breasts, but . . . well, what do you think, Danny? Are my breasts too big?" Krissy smiled and winked at me – using the eye opposite from where her mother was sitting so that Marie couldn't see the signal she was giving.

My mouth was dry, and yet somehow I felt like I was drooling at the same time. My eyes fixated on my eighteen year old sexpot stepdaughter as she knelt before me, cupped her tits and presented them for my approval. 

"I think they're just fine, sweetie," I said. Just fucking perfect, mouth-watering, tit-fucking perfect, I ought to have said. I brought one hand up and stroked Krissy's cheek reassuringly. With the other, I pulled Marie's hand faster up and down my cock.

"Anyway," said Krissy, returning to the clothing she was showing us, "If you didn't like the blouse, I don't know what you'll say next," said Krissy.

"Well, let's see it, then," said her mother. When Krissy was out of the room, she began stroking my cock more vigorously. "Enjoying the show, Daddy?" she asked.

"Marie, I would never. . . ."

"It's okay, Danny. She looks a lot like I did at her age. A whole lot." She squeezed my cock again. "I'm guessing it's not too awful having a younger version of me around the house, is it?" She reached her other hand under the blanket and began unzipping my trousers. "We're running later than I thought. I'd like to relax with you." She licked her lips to let me know what kind of relaxation she had in mind.

Finally Krissy reappeared in her piece de resistance: a tiny white bikini. Two triangles of white fabric covered her nipples, but left the undersides of her big tits exposed. The bottom was barely bigger than a thong, tied with little bows on either side. The only thing missing from the bow was a little tag like they put on packages: "Pull here to open." 

Marie had stopped stroking my cock when Krissy entered the hallway leading to the living room, but now I pulled Marie's hand back to my crotch and started guiding her up and down the length of my hard-on, which was laid out alongside my thigh. 

"You like?" asked Krissy.

"Come closer," I said. "Let me see the fabric." I brought my free hand out from under the blanket while the other hand pulled Marie's hand up and down my pole. The motion was becoming increasingly visible through the blanket cover.

Krissy stood before me, positioning herself between my legs, her pussy at eye level. I looked up and saw her smiling face framed by her big, nearly bare tits. I reached toward the edge of the bikini bottom and felt the material between my thumb and index finger. "It's good material," I said, "but won't it become pretty sheer if it gets wet?"

"Danny's right," said Marie. "You might as well not wear anything at all."

Krissy dropped to her knees in front of us, dead center between my legs. Marie continued to stroke me, though she did tone it down a little to make the motions less obvious. "Oh, please! This is the best swimsuit I've ever gotten!" She put her hands on my thighs just above my knees, inches away from where her mother's fingers danced around the head of my dick. 

Somehow, like a basketball player who keeps track of his dribbling with peripheral vision while taking in the rest of the court, Krissy was able to run her hands along my thighs without touching her mother's hands only a couple of inches away and without breaking eye contact with her mother and me. Her hands stroked up and down my thighs, her fingertips digging into my flesh through the thin blanket. Marie's hand focused on the head of my cock, her fingers tickling the sensitive tip. Krissy's hand was no more than an inch away from her mother's. 

"Please say yes, Danny!" Krissy pleaded. 

I moved Marie's hand faster up and down my cock. I no longer cared whether Krissy saw anything, since she was pretending to be oblivious anyway. I rearranged Marie's hand under the cover so that my cock, instead of being laid out along my thigh, stood straight up while her hand encircled the shaft and rose up and down my pole. The blanket now had a huge tent at my groin that bounced up and down shamelessly as Marie jacked me off. I looked down at Krissy's chest, where her huge tits bulged out on all sides from the tiny white triangles of the bikini. When I looked back into Krissy's eyes, we smiled excitedly at each other. 

I felt like ripping the blanket away and fucking my stepdaughter's tits right there. I wanted to howl at the moon while pumping my cock between her gorgeous pillows. I wanted to shoot my sperm into her smiling face. She leaned forward, her face almost close enough to kiss, while her fingertips caressed my upper thighs. My erect cock was being jacked off a few inches under her chin with only a thin cover of cloth protecting her face from the spray of my sperm. Could her mother possibly be fooled by this behavior? 

"What do you think, Danny?" Marie asked. "Let her have it?" Her hand pumped up and down my pole rapidly, making the blanket shake and bounce obscenely.

"Yeah, Danny! Lemme have it!" Krissy said. Her eyes widened in excitement. Her gaze flicked just for an instant to the action happening in my lap under the blanket, and her mouth opened wide in a happy grin.

At that point, Marie suddenly shifted her motions, slowing down drastically right at the moment when I was about to let loose in orgasm. Marie said, "No, Krissy, I don't think so – it's a bit too much. You can keep the bikini only because I know how they are about merchandise returns at the thrift store. But it definitely never gets worn outside the house." My cock lurched in my wife's hand when I pictured little Krissy with her big tits cavorting around the house in a wet, see-through bikini – just for me.

"Oh, Mom!" She stood up suddenly, making her fantastic tits bounce in a lewd display. "You're practically a Victorian!" She turned and walked toward the door, then paused just before leaving the room and looked back over her shoulder. She cocked her hand on her hip, highlighting the round globes of her nearly bare ass as they reflected the light of the reading lamp. "Well," she said, "I'm going back to my room to sulk. You two can have the living room to yourselves."

After she figured that Krissy was out of earshot, Marie turned to me with mock anger. "You evil man! How could you make me do that?" she asked, laughing. "Jacking off my husband right under my daughter's nose!" 

"You didn't put up much resistance," I pointed out.

"Do you think she saw anything?"

"She didn't act like it," I said, avoiding what I really thought.

Then Krissy appeared again in the entrance to the hallway. She was still wearing the bikini, and was holding a toothbrush in her hand. "Sorry I kept you guys up so late." She turned toward her mother. "Mom, I think Daddy needs his blowjob." She stuck the toothbrush in her mouth and walked back down the hallway. The white bikini bottom accentuated the rhythmic sway of her gorgeous fuckable ass as she walked away. 

I looked at Marie and shrugged. "Well, it's not as if she didn't know we have a sex life," I said.

"Oh what the hell," Marie said. She pulled my pants off, stretched out on the couch and started blowing me. I leaned back and began stroking her hair.



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 05



The next day I was overwhelmed with guilt. I took another long walk during my lunch hour and tried to talk some sense into myself. Here I was, married to a beautiful woman who fucked me senseless every morning and sucked me into a coma every night. She loved the taste of my sperm and even came multiple times every night just from the pleasure of having my dick in her mouth. On top of all that, she had stuck with me through good times and bad. She was also a great cook and a responsible mother. Did I really want to jeopardize a marriage made in heaven, no matter how sexy her daughter was?

After work I went straight home, pulled out my tools and started fixing the damn doorknob. My hands were shaking so much with anxiety that I could barely hold the fucking screwdriver.

Krissy was already home from school. She walked up and sat on the ground next to me. I saw that she had changed into her new blouse, the one her mother had said she could only wear around the house. "Need any help?" she asked.

"No, Krissy, I do not need any more help from you. You've helped quite enough already." I dropped the screwdriver. My hands were shaking so much that I fumbled in picking it back up.

"Maybe you need a nice screw?" she said, smiling. She pretended to fiddle with the jar I kept of odd nuts and bolts.

I looked her in the eye. "Just stop it, Krissy. Last night was . . . ."

"You looked like you enjoyed yourself last night."

"Last night was a mistake. Damn it, your mother is the best thing that ever happened to me." I brought the screwdriver up to the doorknob and asked myself what the hell I was doing. Why was I replacing the doorknob when it was the elevation of the notch in the door frame that was the problem? The girl had me so crazy that I couldn't think straight. I turned and looked at her, sitting on the ground with her legs curled under her. When she saw me looking at her again, she brought her hands up and started playing with her tits. Her mouth opened in a wide grin and she started giggling just like her mother does sometimes when she orgasms.

"Stop it! Oh, please Krissy, just stop it. Can't you see I'm trying to do the right thing here? But I'm not made out of stone."

"Parts of you seem to be."

"Very funny. What I'm saying is that I'm trying to keep things from getting even farther out of control, but I need you to work with me — ." 

"I . . . ."

I cut her off. "Please. No double entendres. I really do need you to work with me to step back from this abyss. Dear God, I love your mother so much. Please help me hold onto my marriage." 

Krissy actually seemed moved. She put her hand lightly on my forearm for an instant. Then she leaned forward and gave me a chaste hug and got up to leave.

I looked back at my tools strewn all over the floor. "Christ!" I said. "Fucking doorknob! I need a special router for the door frame!"

Krissy was walking toward the kitchen, but now she turned around. "You mean you're not going to fix the door after all?" she asked. "Man, you really had me going for a minute there." She smirked that damned lopsided grin of hers and turned away. 

After the "fashion show" incident, Marie seemed to have crossed some sort of threshold. She had never been self conscious about making noise during sex even when Krissy was in the next room, but on the other hand she had always kept our lovemaking to the privacy of our bedroom when there was someone else in the house. Now, for some reason, she no longer seemed to care about using the living room even when Krissy was on the other side of the house studying. In some ways, she said, she actually preferred it. "I know you enjoy the chair so you can sit up when I suck your cock," she explained, "but sometimes I like to stretch out instead of sit at your feet. This way we can have both." Laying out on the couch while she sucked also allowed me to play with her ass and caress her clit while she licked me. I particularly enjoyed it when she positioned herself on hands and knees on the couch, allowing me to reach up from below to caress her big, soft tits with one hand while stroking her hair and guiding her head with the other hand. With the extra room to stretch out, I was treated to the sight of Marie's body shivering up and down from her toes to her head sometimes when a particularly nice orgasm swept over her. "Oh Daddy," she cooed, and shivered some more just from saying the word Daddy. "I love you so much, Daddy." Then she engulfed my cock again.

Krissy left us alone, at least at first. For the first week, Krissy stayed in her room on the nights when her mother went into the Daddy Zone in the living room. Stupid me, I actually started to believe that she had taken my plea to heart and was going to leave us alone. But about ten days after Marie started using the living room couch as part of her Daddy cock worship sessions, Krissy blithely walked through the room on her way to the kitchen. 

Marie took her mouth off my cock and looked up at the sound as Krissy came back through, carrying a glass of water back toward her room. "I'm sorry," Krissy said casually, "Don't let me disturb you."

Marie looked slightly taken aback, but the sensation only lasted for a moment. After Krissy disappeared down the hall, Marie rolled on her back with her head still in my lap, my cock towering over her face and resting on her nose. 

I caressed her breast soothingly. "It's okay, sweetheart." I stroked her hair while she began planting little kisses on the base of my cock. "Good girl," I said, and pinched her nipple. 

She smiled and rolled back over to plant another kiss on the head of my prick. "I just want to please you, Daddy," she whispered. 

"You're doing a great job, sweetie. Now suck Daddy like a good girl." 

At that, she slipped my cockhead back into her mouth, then immediately let it out again with a pop and giggled her way through another orgasm. "Hee hee Daddy!" she said, and took my cock deeper into her mouth.

A couple of days later, it happened again. Marie was on all fours on the couch bobbing her head up and down on my pole when Krissy again walked through the room toward the kitchen. "Just getting some water," she chirped. "Daddy, would you like a nice glass of wine?"

"Um, yes, thank you," I said.

Without ceremony, Krissy poured a glass of chilled white wine from the fridge, handed it to me and walked back to her room.

Marie didn't need any wine. She seemed drunk on cum. At times like these, she seemed incapable of any thought beyond cocksucking. "So considerate," she murmured into my dick. "Isn't she a good gurr . . . ." Marie was so intent on licking Daddy meat that she forgot to even finish her sentence.

After that it became a regular occurrence -- not every time, but increasingly frequent -- that Krissy would come into the room after Marie had been sucking my cock for awhile so that she could serve me a glass of wine while her mother worshiped my cock. After the first couple of times, I started giving Krissy little endearments, while at the same time pulling Marie's head deeper onto my cock at the moment Krissy gave me the glass. "What a sweet girl," I said the first time, and after that it was usually, "Good girl." And then when Krissy had left the room I repeated the endearment again, this time to her mother. "Good girl," I said, pulling her head down onto my cock: 

"Good" -- thrust -- "good" -- thrust -- "good" -- thrust -- "good good girl." 

Marie spasmed again in climax while I took my first sip of chardonnay. I loved the idea that she climaxed only moments after her daughter served me, and that her orgasms were becoming paired with my complimenting both mother and daughter together.

A couple of weeks later, we crossed another small threshold. Krissy handed me my nightly glass of wine and Marie looked up, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lazy lust. "Thank you, sweetums," she said. 

"Love you, sweetie," I added, and reached up to stroke Krissy's cheek. 

"Love you, too, Daddy," she said, smiling. Then she bent down to peck me lightly on the lips. Her mother watched her do it, then went back to her task of sucking Daddy cock. "Goog Gurl," she gurgled, while sucking me deeper. All her powers of judgment seemed to disappear when she had Daddy cock in her mouth. 

After that, the peck on the lips became part of the ritual. Part of me kidded myself into thinking that everything was back under control. That I had successfully curbed Krissy's outrageous antics from a few weeks before, and that now anything that happened was happening in full view of her mother. It was only a light, daughterly kiss, I told myself, and the fact that I was naked from the waist down and being orally serviced by her horny mother at the time was, well, anyway, it was just a little kiss, right? 

That changed a couple of weeks later. Marie was kneeling at my feet in the living room, both hands playing with her clit while she serviced me. Krissy handed me my wine and bent down for her kiss. This time, her mouth opened slightly and she slipped her tongue through, caressing the outside of my lips. 

An electric current coursed through me. My hips lurched forward, impaling Marie's mouth deeper onto Daddy. Reflexively my mouth opened in shock and I put one hand on Marie's head and pulled her farther down on my pole, making her gag. Krissy kissed me again, and this time she opened her mouth all the way and thrust her tongue into me. I started bucking uncontrollably into her mother's wet mouth and shot a load of cum down her throat. 

Orgasmic shock waves pulsed through me over and over. Each time my cock spurted out more cum, the wave of pleasure redoubled. I had no control over my thrusting pelvis bucking over and over into my beautiful wife's face. Krissy's tongue at one end of my body and Marie's tongue at the other end seemed to wrap around me in an intense swirl of throbbing sex. 

My hips were thrashing so violently that my cock slipped out of Marie's mouth in the middle of my orgasm. Spunk flew out, painting her face and splashing onto her huge tits. Marie gasped and lunged desperately to get my cock back into her mouth so she could drink more sperm. Cum dripped from her lips onto her tits. 

"Good girl," I gasped when I came up for air. "Good girls always take care of their Daddy." 

Marie, her mouth full of cock and cum, gave a muffled assent: "Mmm! Mmm! Mmmph!" Her body was shaking all over. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. The fact that tasting and being bathed in my cum had made her climax so intensely gave me a jolt of satisfaction. My cock pulsed more cum into her loving, hungry mouth.

Krissy gazed in shock at her mother, covered in cum and mewling and shaking uncontrollably in ecstasy at my feet. Cum dripped from Marie's forehead and cheeks and formed a creamy moustache around her sweet cocksucking mouth. More cum dripped from her big tits. There was something unspeakably lewd about a young 18 year old girl seeing her mother like this -- as a portrait of cum-coated utter submission to cock. 

Her mouth agape, Krissy seemed taken aback by the sight of her mother in such a condition. "Daddy's girl," she whispered, shaking her head in wonder. She bent forward and stroked her mother's hair ever so lightly, but Marie was lost in orgasmic pleasure and didn't seem aware of her daughter's touch. 

Krissy brought a shaking, tentative finger to her mother's cum-covered face. She nervously scooped up a glob of sperm from Marie's cheek onto her finger, brought it to her own mouth and licked it warily with her tongue, staring at me with a combination of lust, wonder and a little trepidation. She looked as if she were superstitiously afraid that there might be some chemical in my semen that had reduced her mother to a slavering cock-worshiper who sucked dick until she was senseless. 

Finding the taste acceptable, Krissy licked it some more. Then she put her whole finger in her mouth and sucked, smiling around the finger and savoring the taste. 

She brought her finger back to her mother's cheek, scooped up a larger glob of my cum and brought it to her mouth. "You taste really good, Daddy," she whispered in a voice so low that she clearly didn't want her mother to hear. The fingertips of her other hand caressed my cheek and traced my lips. Then she slipped her index finger in my mouth and thrust it in and out while she continued to suck on her other cum-coated finger. Our eyes locked together while we both sucked her fingers. Marie, still at my feet, slurped dreamily on my cock, lost in her world of delicious Daddy meat and shivering repeatedly in an ongoing orgasm as the cum ran down her face. 

"Love you, Daddy," Krissy whispered, and turned back toward her room. 



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 06



When I came down from the intense high, I returned to my senses. I swore to myself that after the disaster of Krissy masturbating behind her mother's back a few weeks earlier, I wouldn't make the same mistake again. Regardless of the consequences, I would be honest from here on.

". . . So when she French kissed you, your body spasmed like you'd been hit with a taser and you shot a bucketful of cum down my throat and all over my face and tits," Marie said when I explained it to her. By that time we were lying together in bed with her curled up in my arms.

"Uh huh," I said in a flat tone. I wanted to die. 

"Some kiss," she said.

I shut my eyes in agony. "Marie, I'm so sorry. If you want, I'll move out – tomorrow. You can keep the house. Keep everything. I'll turn myself in to the police."

"For what? Kissing an eighteen year old girl? Since when is that illegal?"

"It was wrong."

Marie was quiet for a minute. We lay motionless in the bed. Then she broke the silence: "Honey, have you ever seen the way guys look at Krissy when you and she are together on the street?"

"Sure."

"Well, multiply that by five when an adult male isn't walking next to her. And when she and I are together on a shopping trip, multiply it by five again. I've been having guys drool over me since I was fifteen, and Krissy's exactly the same. I don't expect you to be blind to how beautiful she is."

"If you're trying to tell me how lucky I am to be married to you, don't bother. I already know."

"You idiot. I'm trying to tell you how lucky I am to be married to YOU. If you left us, what would happen? Any man who would be attracted to me would find Krissy pretty as well. So that leaves me with a choice: I could live like a nun and never let another man under this roof. Or I could allow someone into my life who may or may not love my daughter for who she is beyond her blonde hair and big tits. Someone who might or might not be honest with me in a situation like this. You and I can play games about 'Daddy' this and 'Daddy' that, but the fact is, Krissy really does need a male figure in the house."

"I've let things go too far. The wine at night while you're sucking me. The kisses."

"I'm the one who let it go too far. The first time you fucked me in my apartment I screamed like a gameshow contestant opening Door Number One over and over. I never did that for any man before I met you, never became obsessed with cocksucking before I met you, never came when I sucked cock before I met you, never went into a delicious cocksucking trance every night before I met you. 

"The day after we first slept together, I should have soundproofed the damn bedroom. Instead, Krissy's listened to me screaming for your cock morning, noon and night for the last three years. Lately I can't even keep it confined to the bedroom any more. In fact, just talking about it. . . ." She reached under the covers and started stroking my cock. 

"We should stop using the living room," I said. "And maybe you could be a little quieter in the mornings."

She laughed and kissed my neck while continuing to stroke my shaft up and down. "I don't think I could – and if I did manage to wear a gag while we fuck, Krissy would probably think we were angry at each other. At this point, she's so used to my screaming for your cock every morning that she uses me instead of an alarm clock."

"What are we going to do? What am I going to do the next time she wants to kiss me?"

"You mean other than cum like a jackhammer?" She giggled and sped up her motions below the covers. "God, I'd like to see you cum like a jackhammer right now. Should we invite her to join us?"

"I'm serious, Marie."

"I'm sorry, Danny. Honestly, I don't know what to do. We can't act like robots in our own home whenever she's less than fifty feet away. And dear God, I've really gotten to love sucking you on that nice big couch."

"And the kissing?"

"We'll just have to be careful of boundaries, I guess." She pulled the covers down. "I suppose I should be flattered by all this. Krissy is five foot two, just like me. Her hair is the same shade of blonde that I had at her age, though mine has darkened a little over the years. She wears a 32F bra, while I'm slightly bigger at 34F. We can wear a lot of the same clothes. She even" – and here she bent down and kissed the tip of my cock – "has the same taste in men. Don't worry, sweetheart: I'm not upset that you find her attractive. If you want, feel free to fantasize about her while you fuck me. Can Krissy suck you just a little bit before we go to sleep?"

Partly, I was relieved that at least I had been upfront with Marie. But she had left it vague as to where I should go from here – where I should draw the line, or what lines should be drawn at all. 

Marie got busy, calming her nerves by curling up in a fetus position centered on my groin, her huge breasts pressing against my thighs, her small hands embracing my ass so she could pull my cock toward her face. Her warm, wet loving mouth felt like it was made only for my dick. 

"Krissy's a good girl," I said. 

Marie responded by pulling my cock deeper into her mouth. When she came up for air, she said, "We're both good girls, aren't we, Daddy?"

As I lay on my side and drifted to sleep while pumping lazily in and out of her mouth, I asked myself, despite my own common sense: had Marie just given me permission use my own judgement in deciding whether to fuck her oversexed daughter? As the thought occurred to me, Marie took her mouth off of me briefly, shivered all over and giggled: "Hee hee hee, Daddy's girls!" She was already lost in her other world of dreams and cum. 

I pulled her mouth back onto my cock, where it belonged. "Suck me, Krissy," I said, as pushed my dick into my wife's loving mouth. 

The next day I felt that I had to take charge of the situation. I left work a couple of hours early so I could intercept Krissy as soon as she got home from school.

"Danny!" she said as she walked in the door. "What are you doing home so early?"

"Waiting to talk to you. I meant it before when I told you this business has to stop."

"What business?" She put her index finger in her mouth and started pulling it in and out, sucking her finger like it was a little cock.

"Stop!" I yelled. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her finger out of her mouth.

"Oooh, Danny! So forceful!"

"I mean it, Krissy. Stop this instant."

"Or what, you'll spank me? Sounds kinky."

That was the moment that my powerless anger got the better of me. Still holding her wrist, I pulled her toward me so quickly that she lost her footing and fell against me. I fell backward. When I landed on the couch still grasping her wrist, she was bent over my knee. Her skirt had flown up so that it was bunched up above her ass, revealing a tiny set of panties. 

"Kinky kinky, Danny. You ARE going to spank me, aren't you?"

Actually, it hadn't even occurred to me to do any such thing, but now here she was bent over my knee with her perfect ass exposed and thrust in the air, defying me. She even pumped her ass up and down a couple of times, laughing and taunting me. I was angry enough and stupid enough not only to actually do it but to believe for those first few seconds that it would have the desired chastening effect.

Smack!

"Ha ha ha! Oh, Danny!"

Smack!

"Ow! Hey, that one hurt!"

Smack!

"Stop it, Danny!"

Smack! "You little pricktease! You've been torturing me for weeks!"

"Please Danny! You're hurting me!"

Smack! "I won't stop until you've learned your lesson."

"Okay! Okay!"

Smack! "Okay 'what'?"

"Okay I'll stop teasing you! But I'm not a pricktease!"

Smack! "You're a big-titted little pricktease and you've been deliberately trying to drive me crazy."

"Fuck! Please Danny, that was really too hard. I swear I'm not a pricktease!"

I reached under her and grabbed one of her big tits so I could have more leverage. Smack! "Big titted blonde pricktease. Say it!"

"Fuck fuck fuck! Danny I am a pricktease but I'll make it up to you!"

Smack! "Big titted teenage blonde pricktease who plays like she wants to suck her Daddy." I mauled her breast, squeezed the nipple and let my hand roam over to her other breast. My other hand rested on her ass for a moment and I fingered her ass crack. 

"Fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Daddy I won't be a pricktease any more."

Smack! My pelvis started thrusting involuntarily. With one hand I held onto her tits for dear life. With the other, I squeezed her ass, digging my finger deep into her crack.

"Fuck fuck Daddy. I promise I won't be a pricktease any more! I'll be a good girl, I'll give my Daddy anything he wants. Oh fuck Daddy please!"

Smack!

"Fuck Daddy oh please fuck!"

Smack!

"Daddy I know I've been a bad prickteaser, but I'll be good!"

Smack!

"Oh Daddy fuck Daddy, I'll be good to you Daddy. Fuck fuck Daddy!"

Smack!

I forgot about the spanking. My hand was all over her luscious tits, twisting her nipples and roaming all over her chest. My other hand grabbed her nearly bare ass sticking up high into the air. I pushed aside the panty. My middle finger dug into her pussy.

"Oh oh Daddy! Fuck Daddy Fuck! Anything, Daddy! I promise I won't tease! I'll give you what you want! I'll give you everything! Every day!" 

Smack! And then I went back to finger fucking her.

"Oh fuck Daddy every day fuck Daddy!" 

She was squirming and bucking on my lap in sync with my own pelvic thrusting. My finger was fucking her pussy deeper and deeper. My head reared back as if I was about to shout to the heavens.

Just as I was ready to tear her clothes off and accept her invitation to fuck Daddy fuck, I came to my senses. What was I doing? I mumbled something that sounded vaguely like an apology, and vaguely as if I was being strangled, and ran out of the room. Krissy fell from my lap and sat on the ground, staring at me as I left. 



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 07



Despite my earlier resolution to be totally honest with Marie, I was too ashamed to tell her about the spanking incident. Maybe I should have. Maybe it would have spared me the next embarrassing episode in the deeply erotic yet dangerous spiral that was enveloping my life.

Unaware of how I had blown it with Krissy over the spanking, Marie seemed to think it was cute or edgy or something to add to her roleplay repertoire by throwing Krissy into the mix. Nighttime remained the time when she went into her Daddy blowjob zone. In the mornings, though, she began to talk about Krissy while she fucked me.

"Would you like it if Krissy rode you like this?" she asked while bouncing up and down on my cock. "Or maybe," she said, shifting to an up-and-down twisting corkscrew motion that seemed to defy the laws of physics and physiology, "she could do THIS to you." 

Marie leaned forward and braced her hands on my chest while pounding up and down on top of me. "Come on, Danny, say my name. Scream it. Scream, 'Fuck me Krissy!' Don't you want to fuck me? Don't you fucking want to fuck your fuckable little fuckdoll stepdaughter?"

I knew that for Marie this was merely a new fantasy roleplay that went alongside her Daddy thing. She thought it would be a novel addition to our morning lovemaking. She had no idea that Krissy had been teasing me for weeks, or that I was becoming obsessed with her. Marie had no idea how hard it was becoming to keep my hands off her daughter.

She also seemed to have no awareness, or I guess she didn't care, that the thin sheetrock in our house made it almost inevitable that Krissy would hear it in the next room if I called her name. Yet the more I held off on indulging Marie in her Krissy fantasy, the more loudly I wanted to scream: "Yeah, Krissy! Fuck your Daddy! Take my cock just like your mom does!" Part of me desperately wanted Krissy to wake to the sound of me screaming out how much I wanted to fuck her. 

The longer I held off from begging for Krissy during our morning fucks, the harder Marie tried to induce me to do it. It became a game for her, one she was determined to win and one that I felt increasingly certain I was going to lose. When I fucked her doggie style, Marie turned her head back toward me and asked, "Doesn't my ass look just like my mom's, Danny? I bet you can hardly tell us apart."

The worst part was that it was true. Mother and daughter looked so much alike that they could, and often did, borrow each other's clothes. Other than Marie's slightly darker hair color, they could easily be mistaken for one another even at a short distance. The same gorgeous rounded ass that jutted outward, the same small waist, the same hourglass figure, the same oversized tits. I didn't have to close my eyes or even squint to imagine that I was pounding away at Krissy's ass instead of her mother's -- mother and daughter were like two sides of the same coin. 

It was almost inevitable that the "Call Me Krissy" game was going to end badly. One day, Marie didn't have to be at work until after lunch, so on a whim I called my boss and asked for the morning off as well. At the time, all I was thinking was that after we sent Krissy off to school, maybe Marie and I would play hooky for a couple of hours and either go for a hike or maybe see an exhibit at the museum. 

Krissy was barely out the door when Marie started dancing around the kitchen while putting away the dishes. "The museum can wait, Danny," she said. "How often do we get the house to ourselves?" She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, letting me see her gorgeous legs leading up to her tight little panties. Then she dropped the panties as well. 

"Come on, Danny," she teased. "It's just the two of us here in this big house. Don't you want to fuck your big titted teenage stepdaughter?" 

At that moment a dam broke, letting loose all the pent-up lust that had been building for weeks. Without the real Krissy herself listening in the next room, I felt free to indulge the fantasy that I had, the fantasy that my wife had been pushing on me, the fantasy that my stepdaughter had been feeding all these weeks. 

"Okay, Krissy, you little pricktease," I told Marie. "Come here and take off that damn blouse and bra!"

Marie started giggling as she obeyed me. She walked toward me, swaying her hips and unbuttoning her blouse, alternating between looking shyly downward toward the floor and glancing coquettishly into my eyes. By the time she reached me, she had undone the blouse front and had reached behind to unhook her bra. "Fuck me, Daddy," she said simply. "Fuck your little stepdaughter Krissy. Play with your stepdaughter Krissy's big tits. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me fuck me."

I took Marie by the wrist and led her into the living room, where I bent her over the back of the couch. Marie braced her hands on the arm of the couch and wiggled her ass enticingly for me while I quickly unzipped my pants and dropped them to the floor. "Come on, Danny, little Krissy's waiting," she said. "Say my name while you fuck me, Daddy."

I did. "You've been asking for this for a long time, Krissy," I told her as I lined my cock up to her twat. "And now it's time you get it."

I thrust into her. Marie is so short that it's difficult to fuck her standing up. Now, with her bent over the couch back and leaning forward onto the armrest, taking my cock meant that her feet lifted off the ground and dangled in the air while I began pounding into her. 

"Oof!" she cried as I lifted her up by the strength of my thrust, shifting all of her weight onto the sofa back and armrest, leaving her legs outstretched. Reflected in the hall mirror off to the side I could see her in profile while we fucked. Her beautiful melon-sized tits dangled forward and swung with each thrust of my cock. "Do you love your teenage stepdaughter?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, Krissy, I love you."

"Do you love Krissy's tight ass?"

"Yes! I love your ass, Krissy!"

"Do you love your stepdaughter's gigantic tits?"

"Oh God, Krissy, I love your huge fucking tits on your tiny fuckable body!"

"Do you love fucking your stepdaughter?"

"Fuck yes, Krissy! I love fucking you!"

That was the moment that I saw Krissy herself in the doorway. She stood there, open-mouthed, staring at me while I called out her name. Marie's eyes were closed. She was unaware that Krissy had entered the room. She continued, "Come on, Danny, Fuck me! Fuck your little Krissy! Pound your stepdaughter's tight little pussy until she can't walk straight! Give me some Daddy cream!"

I threw caution to the winds. "Yes!" I growled, looking at Krissy the whole time. "You've wanted this for a long time, Krissy! And now you're getting it, you little cocktease! Fuck your Daddy, Krissy! Your gorgeous little body belongs to me! To Daddy! Fuck me now!"

Marie started spasming and giggling in an extended orgasm. "Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee! Fuck Krissy, Daddy! Fuck Krissy!" Her legs, still lifted off the ground, stretched outward and shook uncontrollably.

"You're mine, Krissy!" I cried, grabbing Marie's hips and controlling her body completely while I pumped into her. I continued to look into Krissy's beautiful blue eyes. "Krissy will fuck Daddy whenever he needs it! And Daddy needs to fuck you every day!"

"Yes Daddy yes!" Marie screamed. "Krissy is Daddy's girl! Fuck me! Fuck Krissy! Fuck Krissy whenever you want!" 

"Yes, Krissy! You're Daddy's girl, and Daddy's girls get fucked! Beg for it, Krissy!"

Krissy taken aback, silently mouthed the words, "Please Daddy."

"Please Daddy!" Marie screamed, as if she were giving voice to her daughter standing only a few feet away. "Please fuck your stepdaughter!"

Krissy stood for a moment more in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at her mother and me. 

Then I said, in a calm tone of voice -- or as calm as I could make it sound, given that I was panting while I continued to fuck Marie over the couch back -- "Oh, hello Krissy. What are you doing home at this hour?"

In the hall mirror I saw Marie's eyes shoot open suddenly. She tried to squirm away, but I continued to hold her and pump into her tight pussy. The twisting motion as she tried to stop fucking felt fantastic on my cock.

For once, Krissy was taken aback by the scene. "I . . . uh . . . forgot my calculus homework."

"Well, hurry and get it," I said, pumping my cock into her mother while I spoke. "You wouldn't want to ruin your math grades."

Krissy sprinted down the hall to her room. Moments later, she returned clutching several papers scribbled with math calculations. "I . . . uh . . . g'bye."

I continued to grip her mother's hips and push my cock in and out as I said, "Hold it, sweetie. Aren't you going to kiss your mother goodbye?" 

"Uh, okay." Krissy walked to the couch and bent forward to where her mother's head hung down over the armrest. When she tried to kiss her mother, I made sure to thrust extra hard, making Marie's whole body jerk and shake. Marie looked helplessly into her daughter's eyes as she shivered, either in embarrassment or in orgasm, I couldn't tell. Marie's face was bouncing so much that Krissy had to frame her mother's face in both her hands to give her a peck on the mouth.

"Good girl," I said. "Now give Daddy a kiss."

Krissy moved around the couch and stood next to me. I took one hand off of her mother's hips and put it on Krissy's ass, pulling her so close that her big breasts mashed into my chest. Then, still pumping furiously into her mother, I thrust my tongue into Krissy's mouth. When the kiss ended I said, "Good girl, Krissy," then kissed her again.

"Oh!" cried Marie. "Oh, Krissy!" It was impossible to say whether she was calling Krissy's name out of concern for her daughter or embarrassment or lust. 

Marie shook all over in an uncontrollable orgasm as I fucked her relentlessly. Bent over the couch and with her legs dangling in the air, she was powerless to stop getting fucked while I kissed her daughter. I kneaded Krissy's ass while my tongue danced in her mouth. 

"Krissy! Uh! Krissy!" her mother screamed. "Fuck! Fuck! Krissy!"

"That's right," I agreed. "Fuck fuck Krissy!" Then I kissed Krissy some more while her mother thrashed helplessly on my cock.

When I came up for air, I said, "Oh, look, Krissy. You've dropped your homework papers. Pick them up, sweetie." She crouched down to pick up the papers, then paused when she half-knelt on the floor, her face only inches from my cock and her mother's ass. 

Krissy bent forward and rubbed her nose into my crotch, inhaling deeply. When she looked up at me from the floor, she had a soft expression on her face. "You smell so nice, Daddy." 

I used my free hand to pull her face into my balls for a moment. "Give Daddy a kiss, sweetheart," I said.

Krissy looked up at me with an expression that seemed to include love mixed with a little fear. She tentatively and reverently kissed the base of my cock, then looked up at me for approval.

"Good girl, Krissy," I said. "Such a good girl." I stroked her hair as she kissed my balls, looking up submissively into my eyes for reassurance that she was doing a good job.

She stood up, then kissed me again for a couple of minutes while I pounded the shit out of her mother. I was in a delicious incestuous heaven, fucking the mother and kissing the daughter simultaneously. I knew that I'd feel guilty and scared later, but at that moment, all my thoughts of guilt ceased to exist and were replaced by an all-consuming lust. All I could think about was thrusting into Marie as hard as I could, wanting to fuck her so senseless that she wouldn't be able to string three words together. Meanwhile, my tongue tried to communicate in a new language with Krissy's delicious mouth. 

"Are you Daddy's girl?" I asked.

Both my girls answered, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," I said. "Now hurry off to school, sweetie. Your mother needs to get fucked some more."

A few moments later, the door was closed behind her and I could hear her heels tapping on the front walkway. If I could hear those sounds, I knew, it was certain that Krissy could hear her mother as she screamed, over and over, "Fuck Krissy! Fuck Krissy! Oh please, Daddy! Fuck Krissy!"



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 08



Krissy was always an open girl, sharing her life with her mother to a greater extent than a lot of teenagers do. Yet naturally there were limits. I think there's hardly a teenager on the planet who really shares all of their innermost feelings with their parents, especially when it comes to the questions of friendships and romantic entanglements – the very things that parents worry about the most and wish their children would be open about.

So it came as somewhat of a surprise to me when 18 year old Krissy decided to open up to me about some of these issues. I was sitting in the easy chair in the living room reading a book one evening while, I thought, Krissy was in the next room doing homework. Marie in the kitchen doing prep work on a complicated pastry dish that needed to be started a day in advance. It was for a big potluck she was planning with friends.

Krissy came into the living room and stood before me. She was wearing the low-cut blouse that her mother had said she could only wear around the house. Her braless 32F tits strained against a shirt that was too small for her large bust, and I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. "Danny, can we talk?"

"Sure, Krissy. Some kind of problem?"

"Sort of. There's this guy at school. . . ."

"Pull up a chair."

Krissy went to the kitchen, grabbed a chair, pulled it into the living room and sat before me on the straight-backed seat. 

"So this guy is bothering you?" I asked. "If you want I can talk to the principal, or to his parents. . . ."

"No, it's nothing like that," she said. "He's just a classmate – sort of a friend, I guess. We've had a bunch of classes together for the last couple of years. We've even been in study groups together." She squirmed in her seat.

"You look uncomfortable," I said. "What is it about this guy that's bothering you?"

"It's not him," she said. "It's just that I feel weird sitting in this chair facing you. It seems so formal – like I'm in the principal's office or something." She slipped out of the chair and sat on the ground at my feet, her legs tucked under her. She put her hand on my knee.

"Better now?" I asked. 

"Yeah," she said, and stroked my thigh.

"So about this guy. . .?" I asked.

The index finger of Krissy's right hand traced random patterns on my thigh, while her left hand found the area just above my ankle and started stroking up and down my calf under my pants leg. "I like him, Danny. He's kind of fun to talk with, but he and I have never done anything together – I mean just the two of us. It's always been with other people around."

"And now?"

"He asked me out for a date, and I just don't know." She stood. "I hate having to look up at you like this while we talk. Do you mind if I sit on your lap – like I used to when I was younger?"

Without waiting for my assent Krissy sat on my thighs with both legs dangling over one side of the armrest, her ass on my crotch. She put one arm over my shoulder and rested it on the chair back. "Thank you, Danny. This makes me feel so snug and safe." She wiggled her ass, settling in over my hardening cock.

"So about this boy?"

"I'm just not sure," she said. She molded her body to mine, putting her face in the crook of my neck. "I mean, he's really attractive. . . ." She started humping her ass up and down on my cock. "Really . . . REALLY . . . attractive," she reiterated, pumping her ass up and down to emphasize each word. Then she went back to squirming her pussy over my cock. 

"So what's the problem?" I asked. I wrapped one arm around her back and hugged her to me, while the other stroked her bare leg tracing a line upward toward the hem of her skirt.

"I just don't know whether he's really attracted to ME," she said. "So many guys are just interested in my body – you know the type." She cupped one tit in her hand and held it up to my face. "Some guys, all they see are tits," she said, rubbing her tit on my cheek while squirming on my cock.

Strange as it may sound, given how far things had recently progressed in the household, I was extremely uncomfortable having Krissy sit on my lap like this. Only a few days before I had seriously overstepped the whole Krissy roleplaying business by kissing Krissy herself while screwing her mother. It was one thing, after all, for her mother to play a game with me fantasizing about Krissy; it was quite another to bring Krissy herself into the picture, turning the fantasy into an incestuous reality. Marie and I hadn't spoken about the episode since it happened, which I took as both a good and a bad sign: on the one hand, at least she hadn't attacked me with a carving knife or spoken about divorce, but on the other hand her silence did not bode well for her acceptance of what I'd done. 

Besides, every other time I had kissed her or touched her, Krissy's mother was in the room with us. Now Krissy was rubbing against my hard-on while her mother was elsewhere, innocently kneading dough in the next room. In fact, I could hear Marie bustling about in the kitchen only a few feet away while Krissy teased me. Even though Marie had drastically loosened the bounds of acceptable behavior in the household, what would she think of her daughter doing this behind her back? Despite everything that was going on, was caressing my stepdaughter alone like this a form of betrayal? "Sweetie," I said, trying to defuse the situation, "we all know that physical attraction is part of the dating scene. Just remember that there's more to people than that." Heedless of my misgivings, my hand, with a mind of its own, stroked her inner thigh higher and higher.

"Of course there is, Danny. But high school boys – all they see are my big, soft tits," she said, guiding her tits to my mouth. I tried feebly to turn my face away out of loyalty to Marie, but frankly, I didn't try very hard. "Those boys just want to play with my big titties and feel how my huge tits overflow their hands. They want to suck my bouncy, young tits. They want to lick my round boobs and kiss my hard nipples. Why can't they see that there's more to me than my big kissable titties?" She bent forward and stuffed her nipples into my mouth. Through the thin fabric of the overstretched blouse I could feel every feature of her hardened nipple.

"They all want me, Danny. I can see it in their eyes. The guys at school. They look at me when I walk down the hall, all of them. They like to watch my big tits bounce. They stare at my wide hips and my tight round ass after I walk past them. This boy who asked me out for a date – I think he wants me to kneel in front of him so that he can fuck my big tits." 

She put on a little girl voice as she continued: "Even the teachers. All of the teachers – the principal, too – they all want to fuck me. They don't say anything but I know it, Danny. I can feel it. I'll bet the principal would like to bring me into his back office and spread me over his desk and fuck me from behind. He would pound my pussy until he shot his cum deep in my womb. Wouldn't that be awful? I'm sure my math teacher wants me to suck his cock under his desk. I'll bet he wants me to swallow his cum. But I don't want to suck another man's cock, Daddy." 

She pulled my hand to her pussy and held it there. "They want to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, Daddy," she cooed, the sweet, innocent-sounding girlishness of her voice totally at odds with what she was saying. "They want to fill my tight wet pussy with their cocks. What can I do when so many guys want to stuff their hard cocks in my hot little pussy?" I pulled my hand away from her crotch and tried with shaking fingers to pull her skirt back in place.

"Maybe I'm tired of guys my own age constantly hitting on me sexually," she said, humping up and down on my cock. "Why can't I find someone more mature? Someone who can guide me." She pulled her blouse up, letting her big tits out, and then she stuffed her bare nipple in my mouth as she continued speaking in the sweetest little girl voice imaginable: "I need a father figure who can teach me how to suck his cock just right. I need a Daddy who will teach me to be his personal, special fucktoy who fucks him just the way he likes. A Daddy who will mold my tight little pussy so that it fits his cock and his alone like a tight pussy glove just made for his special Daddy cock. Where will I find a man who can teach me to fuck, Daddy?" 

A part of me tried to move Krissy off of my lap, but the weaker, hornier part of me prevailed, and instead of picking her up and lifting her off of me, I ended up cradling her in my arms as she bounced on my cock. One arm, wrapped around her back, ended up cupping her breast and kneading it even while my mind was telling me to stop. My other hand delighted in the feel of her bare leg and thigh as she flexed it, rising and falling repeatedly on my aching cock.

"Mom is so lucky to have a guy like you," she continued, rubbing her tits all over my face while she continued to bounce on my hard-on. Against my conscious volition, I used the arms that I had cradling her to help lift her small, flexible body up and down on me. "You really understand her and love her for who she is – not just 'cause she's so hot and she loves to fuck you so much and she cums whenever she sucks your big dick. You have such a special relationship, the three of you: you and Mom and your big dick. Your big dick that's constantly pounding her and filling her mouth with cum." 

Using the arm she had draped over the back of the chair, she pulled my head into her breasts. Her mouth was so close to my ear that when she whispered to me I could feel her breath in my ear. "I want a man who really loves me for who I am beyond my big soft tits and my tight little pussy that aches so badly to get fucked fucked fucked." She stuck her tongue in my ear and licked me so sensually that I could feel a string of nerve endings tingling all the way from my ear to the tip of my cock and even in my toes. Then she continued in an intimate whisper: "I want what my mom has."

"Krissy, I can't . . . ."

"I want it, Danny. I want what my mom has. Do you think I can get what she's getting?" At this point, her ass was alternating between squirming all over my lap and bouncing up and down frantically. "I need it, Danny! I need to get what Mom's getting!"

At that moment, just as, despite my better judgment, my hand was reaching Krissy's pussy and tickling the fabric of her panties, Marie called out from the other room, "Krissy, are you in there with your stepfather? Come into the kitchen, please. I want to show you how to fix this pastry arrangement."

"Coming, Mom!" Standing up, she turned to me as she pulled her blouse back down, covering her beautiful melons. "Thanks for talking to me about this, Danny. I feel like you understand exactly what I'm saying." She bent forward and kissed me on the forehead, rubbing both her tits in my face, then left for the kitchen. 

As she reached the doorway, she turned back to me. "You know what I need, Daddy."

Marie didn't bring up the Krissy role playing idea again for several days, and I didn't press the matter. If she wanted to drop the Krissy fantasy, I figured, that was up to her, and I was the last one to push it on her. I knew I had overstepped the boundaries of fantasy in a major way. I was just thankful that Marie didn't do a Lorena Bobbit on me in the middle of the night. But she didn't say a word one way or the other.

So it came as a big surprise when, almost a week later, Krissy fantasies re-entered our bedroom. 

It was a Tuesday morning. As usual, Marie woke me up by gently playing with my cock, starting with gentle caresses and gradually increasing the intensity as I came awake. 

When I finally did open my eyes, I saw her sitting up on the bed alongside me. She was corkscrewing both her hands on my cock and gazing intently at her handiwork. When I groaned in pleasure, she looked into my face and smiled. "Good morning, darling," she said. "Isn't it a beautiful day? Mornings are always such a happy time, aren't they?" She increased the tempo on her handjob, bouncing up and down on the bed as she did so, making her tits jiggle happily. "God I love playing with your cock in the morning!"

Then she really surprised me: she asked, "Can Krissy suck your cock? Krissy loves morning wood."

My cock instantly got harder. "Of course you can, Krissy," I answered. "Suck me, Krissy. Suck Daddy."

Marie cradled my cock in her hands as she rearranged herself comfortably on the bed. "Thank you, Daddy," she said just before she plunged her mouth onto my dick.

Marie moaned and cooed over my cock for a couple of minutes while I gently stroked her hair. Then she lifted her head off my cock and lay down beside me. "Fuck your girl, Daddy," she said. "Fuck Krissy."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I immediately rolled over onto my wife and plunged my cock into her. "Is this what you wanted, Krissy? You want your Daddy to fuck you?"

"Yeah! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck Krissy!" 

I knew from experience that the harder I pounded Marie, the louder she shouted, so now I really poured it on. Bracing my hands on the mattress on either side of my wife, I thrust into her over and over. 

Her screams reverberated against the thin walls of the bedroom. "Yeah, Daddy yeah! Pump your cock into your stepdaughter! Come in her tight little cunt and spray your sperm in her womb!"

"Fuck me Krissy!" I screamed, knowing that Krissy herself would hear me in the next room. "Fuck your Daddy!" 

"Yes, Daddy! I love you, Daddy! Fuck Krissy every day!"

And then I heard it: a slight bumping sound from the other room – the sound, I thought to myself, of a bed thumping when a person was bouncing rhythmically. And then the muffled sound of a person gasping and grunting. Krissy was joining us from the next room.

At that I lost it. Grabbing my gorgeous wife's hips and thrusting deep inside her, I ejaculated what seemed like a quart of cum into her womb. "I'm cumming, Krissy! I'm cumming for you! Take my sperm!"

A half hour later I came out of the shower and joined Marie and Krissy eating French toast at the breakfast table. I kissed Krissy on the cheek before I sat down. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you have nice dreams?"

"Yeah, Danny. I had a great dream just as I was waking up this morning. It really puts you in a good mood for the whole rest of the day."

After that I felt fewer and fewer compunctions about indulging Marie in her Krissy games. Several times a week from then on, Marie and I played the "Call Me Krissy" game while we fucked in the morning, and each time I made sure that Marie screamed Krissy's name loud enough for her daughter to hear us fantasizing about her. In turn, Krissy became much better about giving me a hug and a light, fatherly kiss every time she greeted me in the morning, left for school, or came home in the evenings. In fact, Krissy took every opportunity she could to give me hugs and little kisses throughout the day. She was such an affectionate girl.

At the same time, I felt fewer and fewer inhibitions about hugging Marie at odd times of the day. The turning point came one day when I came up behind her while she stood at the kitchen counter, hugging her and cupping her big tits while nestling my hard cock between her ass cheeks. "I love you so much, sweetheart," I said. Marie gasped as I pinched her nipples, then looked worriedly over at Krissy a few feet away, who sat at the kitchen table drinking a glass of milk. But Krissy simply smiled at us, approving of such a touching expression of marital tenderness. 

So Marie gave in. The spatula clattered to the table top. Marie closed her eyes and sighed as I kneaded her breasts from behind and pushed my cock against her ass while her daughter watched. "I shouldn't," she whispered. "Not in front of K - K - Kri . . . ." Then she shivered and came. 

It occurred to me at that moment that a part of Marie liked being powerless when I put her on display in front of her daughter.

The next day I was late coming home from work. By the time I arrived, Marie was already in the kitchen smearing a sauce on some meat for dinner.

I came up to her, reached up under her skirt, grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Then I unzipped my trousers and let them fall to the floor.

"Danny, wait. The dinner. . . ."

"Let it marinate," I said. I pushed the tray of meat and sauce to the side and hoisted Marie onto the kitchen table, then roughly entered her. While she sat up on the kitchen table, I grasped the lower hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head, then threw the blouse on the floor. I pulled her bra up so that it dangled like a necklace across her collar bone, exposing her beautiful 34F tits. 

"Danny, don't," Marie said. "Krissy . . . ."

"Krissy's busy," I said, and thrust into my wife.

Marie's eyes widened, but at the same time she surrendered and lay back on the kitchen table and allowed herself to be fucked. A moment later, I saw what had made her eyes widen when Krissy casually entered my field of view from behind and walked over to the fridge to pour herself some ice water. 

"Don't mind me," Krissy said. 

I didn't mind at all. 

"Uh! Uh! K- K- Krissy!" stammered Marie as I thrust into her.

"Yes, Mom?" answered Krissy. She gave her mother that familiar lopsided, evil grin. "When's dinner going to be ready?" 

"Krissy! Oh, fuck!" Marie shivered all over, beginning at her head and moving all the way down to her toes. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids fluttered as if she were having a seizure rather than a massive orgasm. Her gorgeous tits, flattened from her lying on her back but still lying high on her chest, swayed back and forth with my thrusts and with her orgasmic shaking. 

I continued thrusting as I said, "I think we may be delayed a few minutes, sweetie."

"That's okay," answered Krissy, "I guess I'll . . ."

"Krissy! Oh fuck! Krissy!"

". . . snack on some cheese while I wait for the main dish. You don't mind, do you, Mom?"

"Uh! Uh!" she replied. I reached up and gently pinched Marie's nipples, causing her to spasm again. Being involuntarily subjected to Krissy watching seemed to push Marie into an almost non-stop series of orgasm after orgasm. 

"That's fine, sweetie," I said, smiling widely at her as I rammed my cock repeatedly into her mother. "Just remember – healthy snacks only. You don't want to ruin your appetite."

Marie's hands fluttered helplessly in her daughter's direction. Signaling for assistance? Or maybe trying to let Krissy know nonverbally that Marie hadn't meant her daughter to see such things? Or maybe just saying, "Oh, Krissy, I can't help it when your stepfather makes me cum and cum and cum?" But the only words that escaped her lips were, "Oh fuck Krissy!"

My thoughts exactly.

Krissy went back to the fridge and calmly pulled out some cheese, then got a knife and carved herself a slice. Maneuvering herself around the other side of the kitchen table so that she was outside of her mother's field of view, she gave me that crooked grin and nodded her head, then mouthed the words, "Fuck her good, Daddy!" While I pounded the shit out of her mother, Krissy lowered one hand to her crotch and made a circle with her thumb and index finger, pantomiming jacking me off. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" she mouthed, and gave me a wide open, happy smile. 

That pushed me over the edge. With Marie thrashing under me in all directions and her huge tits bouncing back and forth, my cock slipped out of her cunt just as I reached my climax. My spunk flew onto my wife, spattering the skirt hiked up over her waist as well as her bare tummy and beautiful tits. A couple of spurts painted her beautiful, loving face. Both mother and daughter jerked quickly in surprise and lust.

Marie slid weakly off the kitchen table. She fell to a pile at my feet and, cradling my cock tenderly with the fingertips of both hands, lovingly cleaned my dick with her mouth, whimpering submissively and shivering in grateful orgasm as my cum dripped down her nose. "Serve Daddy cock," she whimpered between licks. Krissy watched, casually nibbling on the cheese while her disheveled, cum-spattered mother prostrated herself before my cock. I reached down with both hands to guide Marie's slurping while I smiled possessively at her daughter.




Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 08



I decided at that moment that the kitchen was my new favorite room in the house.

Over the next week life settled into a calm of perfect domesticity with me and my two beautiful, increasingly affectionate women. Hugs and small kisses became the order of the day. Marie became used to me caressing her breast lightly in front of Krissy as she served me breakfast, while Krissy's hugs before leaving for school became more frequent and more intimate. Often, when mother and daughter stood together at the kitchen counter while Marie taught Krissy some cooking technique, I came up and inserted myself between them, caressing both their asses as I checked out what was for supper. 

My lust for Krissy was consuming me. It was a good thing that Marie fucked me senseless every morning, then sucked me until she fell asleep with my cock in her mouth every night. Otherwise there might have been a problem.



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 09



A few days later there was big news. I came home from work and heard Krissy's favorite rock & roll blaring in the living room. Krissy was prancing and dancing back and forth from the living room to the kitchen and back again while Marie stood at the kitchen counter smiling while she cut onions for dinner.

"What's the deal?" I asked.

"I got accepted to college!" Krissy squealed. "My first choice school! And a partial scholarship!"

I was happy for her at the news, but even through the happiness I was not blind to the sight of her big tits bouncing up and down under her tight pullover blouse. The fact that she had stripped her jeans off and had only panties on her bottom made her look even more fuckable.

"Come here," I said. "Both of you." 

They came to me and we held hands in a triangle. "This is really a great accomplishment," I said. "Krissy, your mother and I are always proud of you, but today I can see that all the faith we've had in you has been well-placed."

"Oh, Danny! Thanks. And thanks, Mom, for sticking by me."

"Group hug!" said Marie, and the three of us came together. It was an honest expression of love and pride, and yet at the same time I could not help but feel the soft breasts of mother and daughter pressing against my chest from two sides. My hand slid down both women's backs and around their waists, resting at the junction where their nearly identical hips flared out from their tight waists. I pulled my girls in tighter.

Krissy stretched up and kissed my cheek and her mother did the same. Now both women were nuzzling against my face. I pulled mother and daughter in tighter, making their breasts mash against me more. Then Krissy moved her face over and kissed me closed-mouth on the lips. I brought my hand up from her waist, and stroked her cheek.

Krissy pulled back slightly. "Danny, you've been so supportive. I feel like you're more than a stepfather." She looked over at her mother. "Mom, can I . . .?" and without waiting for permission, she kissed me again, opening her mouth and invading me with her tongue. My eyes locked onto Marie's, who seemed a little surprised but not entirely disapproving. Without thinking, my hand slipped downward from Marie's waist and cupped her ass. Marie squirmed as I kneaded the her perfect asscheek. 

"Wait, sweetheart," said Marie. "He's my husband, and I'm proud of him, too." She made Krissy pull back from my mouth and took her place. Marie's tongue thrust in and out of my mouth like she was fucking me with her tongue. Both my hands cupped my girls' asses and I pulled them to me as tightly as I could.

"My turn," said Krissy, as she moved in and started kissing me again. My cock, sandwiched between the two gorgeous women in my life, was hard as a rock.

"I think this calls for a celebration," said Marie. "Let's have champagne with dinner!"

Over dinner we talked about the particulars of the college acceptance offer. It covered the private school tuition, but the fact was that dorm, cafeteria fees and books were expensive. What with the recession and skyrocketing university expenses, things were more likely to be worse than better over the next couple of years.

"Krissy, how bad would it be if you kept living here after you finish high school?" Marie asked. "The university is only fifty miles away. Even with the high price of gas, it would still be cheaper than a dorm room. Of course, you'd miss out on part of that college freshman experience."

One of Krissy's strengths was her practical side. "I see what you're saying, Mom. If I'm going to make this happen, it looks like I'll have to be a commuter student. You don't mind my staying around the house next year, do you, Danny?" For once, Krissy seemed to be perfectly innocent in her suggestion, but that didn't stop my cock from growing bigger at the thought of her staying indefinitely.

Finances aside, it was still an important family celebration. Marie was never much of a drinker – alcohol usually went straight to her head. A glass of wine made her light-headed, and two pushed her over the edge into silliness. Krissy took after her mother, with the result that after a couple of unpleasant experiences on dates, she generally avoided drinking with friends. Tonight, though, both mother and daughter didn't care.

We cleared the dishes. Krissy went to her room, and within a minute or so more rock was blaring down the hallway. Marie settled down next to me on the couch.

"I'm so happy!" Marie said. "Krissy's worked toward this for four years, and with the scholarship and maybe some financial aid we can afford it for her. You've been so supportive." She nuzzled her head under my chin and sighed. "And I'm so tipsy!"

Krissy came prancing back into the living room. She'd changed from her earlier outfit, and now wore a sarong bottom with the white bikini top that her mother had earlier said was only for family viewing. My viewing, that is. "I'm just so energized!" she exclaimed. "This is awesome!" She began dancing to the beat. 

Marie closed her eyes and rubbed her hand over my chest, leaving me to stare while Krissy danced for us. Making full use of the floor-length sarong, she moved her hips back and forth enticingly while shimmying her shoulders to maximize the sway of her huge teenage 32F tits, bouncing nearly unrestrained by the small triangular bikini patches that hardly covered anything other than her nipples. Marie stretched up and, her eyes still closed, kissed my neck while her fingers traced circles first on my chest, then lower toward my stomach, then lower still. "So drunk," she whispered. Her fingernail started tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. 

Krissy's eyes locked on mine. She began to thrust her hips toward me, making her big tits bounce even more. At one point, during a brief drum solo, Krissy stood two feet in front of me, cupped her soft, grapefruit-sized tits in her hands and squeezed them for me while bucking her hips toward me in time with the pounding drum beats. Her mouth opened in a wide, happy grin and her head nodded up and down in time with the music. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she chanted to the beat, mashing her tits and pumping her hips in and out for me as she pantomimed getting fucked. 

Marie, her eyes still closed, nibbled my earlobes while she stroked my cock. "Love you so much, baby," she whispered. 

Then Krissy crooked her finger toward me. "Come on, Mom, Danny. Dance with me."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I stood and extended my arm to help Marie stand and we joined Krissy in the center of the room. 

We danced in every combination: sometimes each of us became lost in the beat of the song and paid little attention to the others. Other times, I danced with either my wife or my stepdaughter. After the first couple of minutes, Marie shed her shoes, then she unzipped her straight skirt and wiggled out of it, preferring to dance in her panties as her daughter had earlier in the evening. So while Krissy paraded her humongous tits before me in her inadequate little bikini top, Marie backed up against me and ground her panty-clad ass into my groin. Both of my girls were drunk and getting looser. Life was good and getting better. 

A long slow song came on. At first, I held Marie, and was treated to the sight of Krissy swaying to her own tempo behind her mother, looking into my eyes from several feet away, caressing her tits and pinching her nipples for me. Halfway through the song, one of her breasts slipped out of the bikini and she left it hanging out. At a musical break in the middle of the song, I drifted away from Marie and pulled Krissy into my arms. Marie kept her eyes closed and sashayed back and forth across the living room floor in an inebriated dream state. Krissy, only slightly less drunk than her mother, molded her body to mine as we swayed to the music.

"Dance with me Daddy," said Marie. Instead of cutting in, she joined Krissy and me and we became a trio, moving back and forth with one mind. Someone's hand started caressing my cock through my pants – I didn't know whose it was, and the fact that I didn't know made it all the more intensely erotic. 

"I love my girls," I said. We continued to sway together with the music. I kissed Marie deeply for a moment, then turned to Krissy and thrust my tongue in her mouth. Then I went back to Marie. The mysterious hand on my cock continued to service me while the three of us danced and I went back and forth kissing mother, then daughter, then mother, then daughter. My lust for the two of them was so intense I wanted to explode.

Then Marie, dizzy from the champagne, sank down on the floor, smiling. Krissy crouched down alongside her and draped an arm over Marie's shoulder, then whispered in her ear just loud enough for me to hear: "Daddy needs his blowjob." 

Marie smiled and reached up to my belt. Her fingers were less coordinated than usual, so Krissy helped her undo the button and zipper. My pants dropped down in a pile at my feet, and Marie smiled drunkenly at my hard-on bouncing in front of her face. "Cock," she said simply. "Cock cock cock."

"Here you go, sweetie," said Krissy as she took my cock and brought it to her mother's lips. "Daddy's gonna feed you." Marie smiled and kissed the tip of my cockhead. Then she closed her eyes and began to suck.

Krissy stood up and embraced me. "I love you, Daddy," she said, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I reached down with one hand and guided my beautiful wife's head on my cock, while the other hand rose up and cupped the big exposed breast of my other Daddy's girl.

Krissy reached down and held the base of my cock while her mother slurped greedily at the head. "Thank you, Daddy," said Krissy. "Thank you for finally letting me touch you." Her hand stroked my cock, and now I felt her other hand join mine on the back of her mother's head, intertwining with my fingers buried in her mother's hair as we both urged Marie to suck Daddy harder.

This went on for several minutes. I'm not sure Marie even knew where she was, she was so lost in her trance. "Love Daddy cock," she moaned. "Oh Daddy – hee hee hee! – I love you Daddy." She took my cock in both hands and jacked it for a minute, then smeared my precum on her cheeks. "Big cock Daddy," she cooed, then shivered all over. "Big cock Daddy makes baby cum all night." Krissy put her hands on both my cheeks while she kissed me desperately. 

It was time to complete the process. "Get on your knees, Krissy. You need to join your mother. Show me how much you love Daddy."

She willingly sank to the floor beside her mother. Marie, high on champagne or maybe on cock, smiled drunkenly at her daughter. "Daddy needs his blowjob, sweetie," she said, and fed my cock to her daughter. The music continued as loudly as before, but all I could hear was the sound of Daddy's girls slurping and giggling, sharing delicious Daddy meat that they both loved so much. 

Krissy, it seemed, was as multi-orgasmic as her mother and for some inexplicable reason – maybe it was genetic, or maybe it was because she had watched her mother cum so many times while giving head – she, too, had orgasms from sucking me. After a minute or two of giggling and shivering and licking, I led them over to the couch, where I could sit down while they continued sucking and cumming. 

Once I had resettled on the couch, I stroked their hair and asked, "Are Daddy's girls happy?" They both looked up at me and beamed. Mother and daughter, partners in cocksucking. Each had an arm around the other's waist and a hand on the shaft of my cock, holding it between their beautiful faces. 

I wanted the moment to go on forever. I imagined a future of Marie and Krissy sucking my cock and fucking me every day. My dream several weeks ago of the two of them hugging my cock together and glorying in my sperm was coming true. At that moment, contemplating a future of fucking these two beautiful women whenever I wanted, my cock erupted, showering my wife's and my stepdaughter's faces with cum. Marie and Krissy both laughed, then reached over to each other's faces to scoop up my sperm and feed it to each other.



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 10



The next morning Marie woke up with a rare hangover and only a hazy memory of the night before. "I remember having a good time, but I also remember something really naughty going on. What happened?"

"I'm not sure you want to know," I said.

When I came out of the shower a few minutes later, I heard Marie talking to Krissy while she fixed a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs for us.

". . . and I don't want you to get any silly ideas in your head, sweetie. Don't get me wrong -- I love having sex with your stepfather. But there's nothing magical about his penis -- or about any man's penis. Sure, your stepfather has a lot of stamina, but the real thing is this: I love him."

"I've seen you cum when you suck his cock. That's not normal, Mom."

Marie cleared her throat, obviously embarrassed. "Well, it's . . . ."

". . . Complicated. Yeah, I get it."

"Actually, it's not complicated at all. It's love. In the evenings, your stepfather and I have this . . . ."

". . . Roleplay. Yeah, I've seen it. You REALLY get into your roleplay, Mom." 

Marie laughed. "I do get lost in it. But the reason I get lost in it is because I CAN get lost in it. I trust and love your stepfather as much as I trust and love you. When I close my eyes while I . . . uh . . . kiss him, I feel free to lose myself with him."

"Mom, I love him, too."

"Of course you do, sweetie. He's been a very good stepfather to you."

"Mom, I think I love him more like a . . . Daddy."

Marie turned and stared at her daughter.

Krissy went on: "Mom, I know that you and I haven't talked that much about my dating since you gave me the 'birds-and-bees/use-a-condom' speech a couple of years ago. But I really have taken to heart what you said about making sure that sex is meaningful. I haven't been nearly as . . . active, I guess you would say . . . as you and Danny probably think I've been." She paused and looked down at her plate, moving the food around nervously with her fork before looking back up at her mother and speaking again: "Do you think it would be alright if Danny were my first one?"

At that moment, there was a bang and crash outside on the street. It was the sanitation guys slinging the garbage cans into their truck. At the sound, Marie reflexively looked toward the front of the house and saw me standing at the end of the hallway. I imagine that the expression on my face was probably as dumbfounded as what I saw on hers. My cockteasing stepdaughter -- a virgin? A virgin who wants me to pop her cherry?

Marie shook her head slightly trying to reorder her thoughts. "Sweetie," she said. "You've raised a lot of . . . issues. But you need to leave for school in a few minutes. Let's talk about this some more later."

That night, the three of us watched a movie together. It was one of those weepy romantic dramas full of longing and separations and unrequited stuff ending in requited stuff. Marie was a sucker for that kind of thing, and I had to admit that I rather liked a nice romantic tearjerker myself once in a while. 

At first, Krissy sat in the recliner several feet away from us. Marie curled up in my arms with her legs tucked under her. 

After a few minutes, though, Krissy got up. "Don't pause the movie, I'm just fixing some popcorn. Want any?"

When she came back a couple of minutes later, she put a big bowl of popcorn on the table in front of the couch, handed me a glass of white wine and sat next to me. I sipped the wine while mother and daughter dug into the popcorn. As the movie became more engrossing, I put the wine glass on the table and lay back. Putting both arms on the back of the couch, I embraced my family and pulled my women toward me. Marie and Krissy leaned into my chest, their large breasts pressing into my body. 

The movie went on. I kissed Marie on the top of the forehead, then turned to Krissy and did the same to her. My hands, which had been draped along their shoulders, rose up so that I could stroke both their cheeks. Marie responded by nuzzling closer to me to kiss and lick my neck, while Krissy contented herself with simply placing her hand over mine as I stroked her face.

The revelation that morning that Krissy was a virgin replayed itself in my head, making it hard to even follow the plot of the melodrama showing on the tube. It was hard to believe -- yet I had to -- that Krissy, with her sexy dancing, her pornographic displays and teasing, was actually still a virgin. Yet I knew that she wasn't a liar, especially since her mother and I had tacitly assumed that she was already sexually active and had accepted it as part of her coming of age in the modern era. Why would she bother lying about it?

I pulled Krissy's head closer to me so that she rested it on my shoulder while I continued to stroke her cheek. Accepting Krissy's inexperience caused a wave of tenderness to wash over me, reminding me of how lovely and cute and fun she was when I first met her in her early teens, before she blossomed into the sexy young woman that I saw today. I bent forward and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, sweetie," I said. 

Marie saw my gesture and brought her hand up to stroke Krissy's cheek with me. "We both love you, sweetie. More than anyone else in the world." After that the three of us settled back into the couch and watched the movie unfold. I hugged both my girls tightly.

After a long time of relaxing together, Krissy turned to her mother. "Mom, I think it's getting late. Doesn't Daddy need his blowjob?"

Marie froze in embarrassment, but Krissy continued: "Oh, Mom. I've seen it all. Go ahead. Don't you want to?"

Marie did nothing for several seconds, seeming to consider it. Then she came to a decision. She reached toward my crotch and began a fumbling, one-handed effort to undo my belt. Krissy reached over and helped, smiling at her mother. The mother-daughter cooperation made my cock even harder.

In a few moments, Marie and Krissy had my pants off. Instead of sucking me, though, Marie remained curled up in my arms and began lazily stroking my rod up and down while we watched the movie. Krissy reached for a couple of kernels of popcorn and snuggled closer to me. "I love this show, Daddy."

We remained that way for several minutes. After so many intense interactions over the last several weeks, this was strangely low-key: Marie stroked me up and down, up and down in a way that was soothing while at the same time sexy as hell. Krissy occasionally took my hand draped over her shoulder and kissed it or licked my finger, but otherwise she simply burrowed into my chest and purred contentedly. Occasionally she reached for some popcorn and casually ate it while her eyes drifted back and forth from her mother's actions to the TV screen. It reminded me of her actions several weeks earlier, brazenly eating popcorn while she watched her mother blow me. 

The movie was pretty good, too.

I hardly noticed it when Krissy's hand joined her mother's stroking my cock. At first, her fingers traced a trail along her mother's hand going up and down, as if Krissy was tentatively asking her mother's permission to help pleasure me. Only gradually did her fingers drift over so that both women were caressing my shaft. 

Yet we continued to watch the movie. Mother and daughter were working together to give me pleasure, but they maintained a languid pace, stroking gently and occasionally moving in closer to kiss my neck or nibble my ear. 

"I love both my girls so much," I said. 

"We love you, too, Daddy. So, so much," said Krissy. She bent down and planted a loving French kiss on the tip of my cock, licking it and swirling her tongue around the head for only a second or so. Then she straightened up and settled back in my arms, stroking and purring like her mother.

We watched the entire movie that way. Krissy and Marie soon settled into an easy regime of cooperation, with one girl's hand on my shaft and the other's on my cockhead or drifting down to massage my balls. Every once in a while, Marie would bend forward to kiss the tip of my cock and lick up the precum. Sometimes, too, she moved forward so that she could catch Krissy's eye and give her important motherly advice: "Daddy likes it when you vary your strokes more, sweetie," or "Here, sweetie, it's your turn to lick up Daddy's precum."

At one point, during a lull in the movie plot, both Marie and Krissy nuzzled up on either side of me and started licking and nibbling on my ear lobes -- an intensely erotic sensation that, all by itself, made my skin quiver all over my body. Then they both started whispering while they licked my ears and continued to stroke my shaft:

"I love you so much, Daddy," whispered Krissy in one ear.

"Your cock is so good to me," Marie breathed into the other.

"Daddy, your cum is so delicious," whispered Krissy.

"I love it when you fill my mouth," said Marie.

"I'm a virgin, Daddy. Will you please fuck my virgin pussy?" asked Krissy.

After several more minutes of my two girls playing with my cock, Marie said, "Daddy, can I please suck your cock?" 

I gave her a deep, long kiss, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth over and over. "Of course you can, sweetheart. Suck Daddy all you want." 

Marie then bent her head toward my crotch and, with Krissy holding the base steady, she began to lick my shaft. "I love your big cock, Daddy. It's so good to me," she murmured between licks. Krissy and I relaxed with the movie and the show her mother was putting on. Krissy stroked the base of my dick lovingly, feeding it into her mother's mouth.

Krissy and I took turns stroking her mother's hair. "Love Daddy," Krissy instructed her mother. Then she turned toward me and began nibbling my ear, whispering to me, "I love you, Daddy. Thank you for letting me kiss your cock." Then she began whispering a mantra, "Love Daddy, suck Daddy, love Daddy, suck Daddy," over and over. 

Krissy sat up on the couch for a moment and pulled off her blouse, then unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor by my feet. She knelt on the couch and presented one of her luscious tits for me to suckle. "I know you love big tits. Will you please kiss my tits, Daddy?" she said.

Marie forgot the movie entirely. She slid to the ground between my legs and devoted herself wholeheartedly to worshiping my cock. Krissy helped by putting her hand on the base, holding my cock steady for her mother's greedy mouth. "Good girl," whispered Marie between slurps, thanking her daughter for the assistance. Mother and daughter intertwined their fingers on the base of my shaft. A tingle seemed to pass between them and they both shivered in a shared orgasm. 

Krissy giggled and hugged my head so that my mouth was crushed against her nipple. "Am I being good, Daddy?" she asked.

I brought my hands up to cup Krissy's breasts. My pelvis lurched forward in Marie's mouth. "Yes," I gasped. "Very good. You're both so good. Such good girls." Marie's mouth went deeper and deeper on my shaft, deepthroating me until she was kissing her daughter's fingers at the base of my cock.

As Marie's head came back up, Krissy sat back down on the couch began furiously kissing me, making my cock and pelvis lurch again. Marie saw her daughter's action and my response and giggled. Then she engulfed my cock with her mouth and began spasming, sharing my ecstasy. 

After a couple of minutes of kissing, Krissy slipped down to the floor. Instead of joining by her mother's side, though, she lined herself up behind Marie. Kneeling erect, her head and upper torso rose up above her mother, exposing her lovely breasts to me while her mother nursed contentedly.

"We love you, Daddy," she said. Then she placed her hands on either side of her mother's head and began guiding Marie in and out on my cock. Marie's dark blonde hair began swaying back and forth under her daughter's insistent direction, while Krissy's huge tits, just above her mother's head, bounced up and down with the movement of her arms. 

Krissy started pushing her mother's head deeper and faster on my cock. Her bouncing tits were mesmerizing. "Is this how you like it, Daddy?" she asked, giving me that dangerous lopsided grin. She pushed her mother's head roughly, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Marie started to gag while Krissy giggled.

Her mother's mouth was so full that all she could utter was a helpless "Mmph! Mmph!" Krissy's eyes shone brightly as she guided her defenseless mother to get face fucked.

This went on for several electrifying minutes. Part of me was energized by the perverse reversal I saw of Krissy taking charge of her mother while Marie was in the thrall of her oral fixation. In the throes of her lust Marie let her daughter push her face onto my cock over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. Marie's hands lay flat at first on my thighs, but now the base of her wrists stayed on my thighs while her fingers began to flutter spastically. Her eyelids blinked rapidly while she spasmed uncontrollably in the pleasure that her daughter was forcing on her. Marie gagged and drooled helplessly. Krissy pushed her mother's mouth over and over relentlessly onto my dick. 

Finally, though, I pulled Krissy's hands away from her mother's head. "It's your turn now, sweetie," I said. "Come closer. You need to tit fuck Daddy."

Krissy edged forward. Marie moved back and hugged Krissy from behind, cupping her daughter's huge tits and presenting them to me as a gift. Smiling into my eyes, she wrapped her daughter's big tits around my shaft and began rubbing them up and down for my pleasure. Marie's own bouncing oversized tits framed Krissy's head on either side. Both of my girls beamed happily at me in loving worship.

Finally the pleasure became too much and I came. I held my cock and aimed upward, spattering my stepdaughter's lovely young face with cum, branding her as mine. Krissy giggled and licked her lips. Marie, kneeling behind her daughter, squeezed Krissy's tits for me and smiled benignly while I watched my cum drip from Krissy's chin onto her gorgeous round tits. "You're so good to us, Daddy!" she said. 

I pushed Marie's head toward her daughter's chest. Marie took the hint and started licking the sperm off her daughter's breasts. 



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 11



That night I wanted oh so badly to fuck Krissy, but my better judgement told me to take it slow and make sure things were okay with Marie. 

But there were no problems. That night, Marie drifted to sleep in my arms as always, and the next morning my sexy wife woke me up by riding my cock as always. Part of the time she bent over me, pushing her nipples in my mouth while she whispered endearments in my ear: "Fill me up, Danny. I'm so lucky to have married such a stud. Thank you for fucking me so well."

Then she sat up on my cock, gyrating like a belly dancer on amphetamines, her arms raised toward the ceiling and screaming almost incoherently with pleasure while her big tits bounced for me. In between the inarticulate Mariah Carey squeals, anyone listening could hear things like, "Fuck me, stud! Gimme me your cum, and then cum some more! Fuck your girl!"

When I finally came, Marie jumped off me as usual and ran down the hall to clean up and fix breakfast. Fucking in the mornings always energized her.

Personally, I'm not a morning person. I usually get moving more slowly, furious morning fucks notwithstanding. A few minutes later, after Marie had finished her shower and was already in the kitchen, I stumbled into the bathroom and started washing up.

I wasn't in the shower more than a couple of minutes before I heard a knock.

"Danny, you in there?"

"What is it, Krissy?" I asked.

I heard the door open and through the haze of the bathroom curtain I could see Krissy's vague form by the sink. "I'm sort of in a hurry this morning. Do you mind if I use the bathroom while you shower?"

"Uh, sure."

"Great." Then her hands pulled back the shower curtain and Krissy stepped in. The water began to spray against her perfect, teenage body. She smiled at me and said, "I just think we could save so much time if we shower together."

My cock started hardening quickly. "It saves on water bills, too," I said, and gave a short laugh. I took her head in her hands and kissed her on the top of her forehead, then brought her head up so that she looked me in the eye. "You look lovely this morning, sweetie."

"Thanks, Danny. Would you like me to soap you up?"

She and I both soaped up our hands. She concentrated on massaging my cock with both hands. The way she pulled both her arms toward her torso so she could reach down to my groin brought her breasts together and pushed them out enticingly. 

I took soapy hands to her large tits and covered them with slippery suds. Then I put both hands on her shoulders and pressed her down. 

She willingly got on her knees in the shower. With the water cascading downward onto her head and back, she sandwiched my cock between her lovely oversized breasts and started rubbing it. The whole time, her face was lifted up so that she could look happily into my eyes. "Is this what you want, Danny? Me on my knees, worshiping your big dick? Tit-fucking you? It sure as hell is what I want."

Krissy started varying her pace and movements. She started rubbing one breast upward while bringing the other downward, creating a slippery, soapy sensation that made me laugh out loud with pleasure. "Faster?" she asked, as her hands and tits sped to a blur. The hot water spraying us, the soap, the bouncing breasts and my subservient, sexy stepdaughter kneeling before me were both a visual and a tactile pleasure that was as great as any I could remember. "Come on, Danny, fuck my tits just like you fuck my mother's. Are my tits as pretty as my mom's?"

After a few minutes of fantastic tit-fucking that kept me perfectly balanced on a knife edge of cumming, I pulled Krissy to her feet and directed her to face away from me, toward the tiled shower wall. Instinctively knowing what I intended, she spread her legs and braced her hands against the wall. Her delectable ass thrust outward invitingly.

Krissy was so much shorter than me that I had to bend at the knees to position my cock under her jutting ass. When I lined my dick up and pushed up into her tight vagina, she gasped in surprise and short-lived pain. When I saw a trace of blood trickle down her leg and toward the drain I knew: she really was a virgin after all. 

"I love you, sweetie," I said, and kissed the back of her neck. "Am I your first time?"

"Uh! Uh! Oh God, Danny, yes! My first cock. My first time with Daddy!"

The hot water cascaded over us, washing every trace of blood away. "I'll be gentle, sweetheart. Don't worry about the pain. It'll go away soon."

Krissy began to thrust back rhythmically. "It only hurt for a second," she gasped. "I'm . . . uh! . . . uh! . . . fine now. Please, just fuck me harder. Give it to me like you give it to my mother. Make me scream for it like she does." 

I did. My first real thrust was so hard and sudden that Krissy's heels lifted off the ground. 

I spent the next several minutes with her thrashing in all directions, the tips of her toes barely touching the ground for balance. Gasping for breath, she danced on her tiptoes like a perverted ballerina on a spit – impaled on my cock. The shower water splashed over us as I held her hips and drove in and out, fucking her ruthlessly. She squirmed and wiggled under my control like a helpless fuckdoll. Her hands remained braced against the wall, but sometimes she balled her fists and pounded against the bathroom tiles. "Dear God!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "So big! So fucking big!" It gave me a twisted pleasure to think that her mother could hear her down the hall. 

It seemed to last only a few minutes, but the fact that we ran out of hot water meant we must have been in the shower for far longer. When the cold water started spraying us, we both jerked and laughed in surprise. We quickly rinsed off and got out. When the water stopped, I heard Marie's voice outside the door, "Breakfast is ready! Let's start the day right!"

Krissy hugged me and stretched her short frame up toward my ear. "Please, Danny, don't stop just yet. I want you to carry me over the threshold into the rest of the house."

Her using the term "carry me over the threshold" made my cock pulse with lust. I immediately thought of the two of us embarking on a new phase in our lives, with her joining her mother as a co-wife. I pictured fucking her and her beautiful, sexy mother every day for years to come.

My horny stepdaughter put her arms around my neck and hopped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and ass. "Put your cock in me, Danny, so you can show me off to Mom."

I slipped my cock into my stepdaughter's tight pussy again and after an initial gasp she immediately started laughing and bouncing happily on my dick, forcing me to support her lithe little body by grabbing her soft teenage ass from below. "Ready for breakfast?" I asked her. "Let's go."

A few moments later I walked into the kitchen, supporting my tiny, busty stepdaughter in my arms while she pistoned up and down on my cock, giggling in physical ecstasy and in the joy of putting on such a pornographic show for her mother. She clearly loved being on display, carried from room to room and shown off as Daddy's little teenage fuckdoll. "Look at me, Mom!" Krissy cried, "Daddy's fucking me so good! Hee hee hee!" She started spasming on my cock, squirming and bouncing even faster and cumming uncontrollably and giggling just like her mother. "Oh God, Mom! He's so good! His cock is so good!"

Marie smiled at her daughter. "Yes, sweetie. He's very very good." She walked up to me and stroked my cheek. "Don't worry, Danny. I'm okay. Just fuck her good."

All my self-consciousness and misgivings dissipated with those words. I laid Krissy on the bare kitchen counter, letting her down gently so her ass rested on the edge and her legs hung down. Then, using the better leverage that came from not having to carry her around the house, I started ramming my cock deep into her.

"Oh Daddy!" she cried, "So deep! Fill me up, Daddy! Pump me full of baby juice! Get me pregnant!" Her head started thrashing from side to side. Her breasts, which still rose high despite lying on her back, wiggled and bounced with each thrust.

Marie approached us from the side and gently caressed my ass while I thrust over and over into her daughter. "Give it to her, Daddy," she said in a surprisingly soothing voice. "Fill her up with cum." Marie then moved behind me and pressed into my bare back so that I could feel her large breasts mashing against my body. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks and she urged me onward, pushing me over and over into her daughter's tight young pussy. "Fuck us both," she urged. "Fuck us both from now on."

When I came, the feeling was so intense it seemed as if every nerve in my body was concentrated in the head of my cock shooting life-giving sperm into the cock-loving fertile blonde sexpot beneath me. As I came in my beautiful stepdaughter, she implored me some more: "Fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me every day."



Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 12



That night I had the most erotic experience of my entire life. But you wouldn't know it from how it started.

I hurried home from work so fast that afternoon that I got pulled over for speeding. I tried to talk the cop out of it, telling him that today was an anniversary of sorts for my wife and me and that I was in a rush to get home for a "special" night with the little woman. But the cop either had never been married or maybe had been married too long, or maybe he was just a traffic cop like all other traffic cops on earth, who didn't give a shit about my insurance rates going up. He didn't even pretend to listen to my excuses while he wrote the ticket.

When I got home, no one was there. Feeling completely deflated, I went to the fridge, got a beer and sat alone on the couch. Part of me wondered if I had blown it after all, that perhaps I would never see either Marie or Krissy again. When I had waited an hour and a half, my fears got the better of me and I actually went to our closet to make sure Marie hadn't cleared out her clothes and left me. 

Two hours after I got home, Marie and Krissy breezed in with a bunch of shopping bags – mostly groceries but apparently a few other items as well. Marie went straight to the kitchen and started a pot of water for a quick meal of spaghetti. Krissy went to her room and started her homework.

During dinner neither of them said a word about what had happened that morning or the previous night. We made small talk about work, about the food, about Krissy's homework. Personally, I felt like there was an enormous elephant in the room that no one was talking about. The less said on the subject of sex, the more uncomfortable I became. Krissy and her mother, meanwhile, blathered on about household nothings as if it were an ordinary evening – which is exactly what it was turning out to be.

After dinner I picked up a book and went to the living room to relax and take my mind off of my discomfort at the fact that the evening seemed so weirdly normal. Krissy went back to her room, while Marie puttered around the kitchen doing something or other with the spice rack. Then I heard her close up the cabinets and go to our bedroom.

A few minutes later I looked up from my book when Marie and Krissy entered the living room together. "Like what you see?" asked Marie.

My two women were dressed in identical light green babydoll nighties. The fabric was sheer enough that I could tell neither of them wore panties. Through the cloth I could see a gauzy half-view of their pussies just above where the nighties stopped, giving me a beautiful view of their lovely legs. Their breasts were gathered up with underwire supports that lifted them up as if they were on platters for my approval. Too large for nighties that had been made for less well-endowed women, Marie's and Krissy's beautiful tits were almost overflowing the cups. Between the cups were dainty green bows that drew attention to the incredible cleavage on display. When I managed to tear my eyes away from the perfect legs leading up to the barely concealed pussies, and from the uplifted tits bulging out for my display, I saw both my women smiling at me.

Marie put an arm around her daughter's waist and drew the two of them together side by side and facing me. Then she cupped her other hand under her daughter's breast as if presenting it for my inspection. "Krissy and I did a little shopping after we got off of work and school. Do you like what we bought, Danny?"

The sight of the two of them in matching, see-through scanty nighties that barely reached their delectable bare round asses, with their big tits overflowing the nightgowns and tied up in bows, took my breath away. Having them side by side with Marie cupping her daughter's tit as a gift for me was one of the sexiest visions I had ever beheld. I was hard in an instant. "It's beautiful."

"There's more," Krissy said. "We got a bunch of matching outfits. . ."

". . . but you're not going to see the rest of them tonight," said Marie. "We'll let the others be a surprise for other nights, other occasions."

"And what's the occasion tonight?" I asked, smiling.

"Why, your birthday, of course!"

"It's not my birthday."

"Oh, that's right. Our anniversary, then."

"It's not our anniversary."

"Oh, my," said Marie, pouting slightly. "Then I guess it must be Fuck Daddy's Brains Out Night."

Mother and daughter started by kneeling before me and undoing my belt and zipper, then pulling my pants off. When that was done they both climbed onto the couch on either side of me. Marie started unbuttoning my shirt, while Krissy's hand immediately went to my cock and began stroking me. When Marie was done pulling off my shirt, she sat up on her knees and untied the bow between her breasts, making her humongous tits pop out from their tight confinement. 

She fed one of her nipples into my mouth. While Krissy snuggled against me on one side, cooing and purring while she slowly stroked me up and down, up and down with both hands, Marie whispered to me what she thought about our current situation.

"I love you, Danny. I love you more than any other man I've ever met. The only person I love as much as I love you is my daughter Krissy. Lick my nipples some more, darling."

Krissy rearranged herself on the couch on the other side. "I love you too, Daddy," she said, then took my hand and brought it to the ribboned bow between her tits. "Just pull the string, Daddy." I did so, and her big, soft tits spilled, bouncing and jiggling, out from the nightie. Then she bent over and started sucking. Her beautiful blonde head bobbed up and down. The sound of her hungry slurping filled the room and formed a backdrop of what Marie said next.

"We both love you," continued Marie. "We both love our Daddy's generosity, his tenderness, the fact that he puts us first every day.  And we both love his big cock. His big, hard cock that gives us so much pleasure and that's always so full of tasty cum."

"Mmph! Mmph!" agreed Krissy as I reflexively pushed her head deeper on my pole. My other hand pulled Marie's face down to mine so that I could briefly kiss her before going back to licking her huge tits.

"It wouldn't be fair," continued Marie, "for me not to share the Daddy I love so much with the daughter I also love so much. So from now on Krissy and I will share Daddy's big cock and Daddy's delicious cum. Every day. Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Mmm hmm," Krissy agreed, her mouth full of cock. She looked exactly like her mother at that moment, her eyes half closed and lost in a trance of cocksucking. Then she lifted her mouth off my dick with a popping sound and gave me a messy, drunken smile. She was drunk on cock, just like her mother had been so many times before. "Every day, Daddy. No more cockteasing, I promise. I'll be your good girl, and I'll fuck you or suck you any time you need it or want it." 

"We both will," said Marie. "Together or separately, whichever way you want us, Danny. Whenever you want us. I want Daddy to teach our daughter everything she needs to know. How to please Daddy. How to suck Daddy. How to fuck Daddy. How to ride Daddy like a cowgirl and how to take Daddy's cock doggy style and how to take Daddy in her tight ass as deep as Daddy wants to go."

Marie sat beside me with her legs tucked under her, looking me in the eye with an expression of love and happiness as she went on: "But this is a two-way arrangement. Daddy needs to do his part. He needs to give his girls lots of cum. He needs to teach his daughter to lick Daddy cock just right and to worship Daddy cock every day." She put her hand on her daughter's head, intertwining her fingers with mine as she pushed Krissy's mouth deeper onto my cock over and over. "And he needs to make both his girls cum and cum and cum." Her hands pushed Krissy's mouth down rhythmically in time with her words. "Cum and cum and cum, over and over and over." Her smile was bright-eyed, conveying both happiness and aggressive horniness at the same time. "Can you do that for us, Danny?"

"I promise," I gasped. I kissed Marie hard, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth. Then, breaking off our kiss, I said, "Now Daddy needs his blowjob."

Marie giggled. "As if he's not getting one already!" But she took the hint and slid to the floor between my legs and began licking my balls. Krissy remained on the couch, bent over my cock on her knees and elbows, bobbing her head up and down.

"I love both my girls," I said, placing a hand on each of their heads and gently encouraging them in their sucking. "Such good, good girls." I reached under Krissy and fondled her huge teenage tits while they bounced with the motions of her aggressive cocksucking. 

"I love your big tits," I said, tweaking Krissy's nipples, causing her to shiver slightly. "I love your beautiful red lips wrapped around my cock." She shivered some more. "Daddy's gonna fuck you just right." She shivered all over – so much that her mouth came off of my cock. 

She looked up at me with a glazed, happy expression. "I love your cock, Daddy!" she said.

Krissy moved to the floor and joined her mother. The two of them snuggled close to each other side by side to make room between my legs. Krissy took my rod and rubbed the length of it all over her face, smearing precum on her cheeks, then she did the same to her mother's face. Mother and daughter beamed at me.



"Thank you thank you thank you!" said Krissy. "Thank you, Mom, for sharing Daddy with me! Thank you, Daddy, for letting me kiss your big cock!" She planted little kisses on my cockhead over and over, while her mother smiled and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "I won't let you down!" Krissy continued. "I'll share Daddy's cock every day and I won't be greedy! I'll suck Daddy just the way he wants. I'll fuck him any time he wants. Teach me, Daddy! Teach me to fuck so I can be your perfect daughter!"

"Give her your cum, Danny," Marie urged. "She's hungry for your cock. She's thirsty for your cum. Fill her mouth right now!" She pushed her daughter's face down on my pole so deep that Krissy started gagging. Marie let Krissy come up for air, but then started pushing her daughter's head down on my cock over and over. Marie's beautiful tits, showcased by the open babydoll nightie, bounced up and down with the movement of her arms while she giggled, looking me in the eye the whole time. "Cum in my daughter's mouth, Daddy. She belongs to you!"

Urged on by my wife, I pumped harder and harder into my stepdaughter's delightful mouth. Marie cajoled her daughter the whole time, whispering to her to take Daddy deeper and deeper, faster and faster. "Love Daddy with your mouth, sweetheart! Show Daddy how much you love his big dick! Suck Daddy! Love Daddy!" Both of my girls' tits bounced more and more as Marie pushed Krissy's eager head on my pole, sucking me more and more urgently.

Finally I came in my lovely stepdaughter's beautiful cocksucking mouth. The feeling was explosive, as if forces gathered momentum throughout my body, focused in my groin, then shot out in an unstoppable stream directly into Krissy's hungry mouth. The entire rest of my body seemed almost to disappear, subsumed in my engorged cock that became the center – in fact, the entirety – of my universe. When I thrust my pelvis upward and shot my sperm into my stepdaughter's perfect wet mouth it was as if a rocket were taking off from my groin and directly into her soft, accepting orifice.

Krissy took it all – almost. A single drop escaped her lips and dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Marie, seeing it, scooped it up with her finger and fed it back into Krissy's mouth. "Thank you, Daddy," Krissy said meekly. "You taste so good. Did I do it right?"

Marie and I both laughed. "Yes, sweetheart," I said, "Daddy's very pleased!"

I felt terrible that I had come too soon in the evening, but my women weren't done with me yet. Before I had completely deflated, Marie instructed Krissy to start sucking me again. "You have to give a man a slight breather, sweetie," she instructed Krissy. "Daddy's cock is extremely sensitive in the moments after he cums. But," she continued, "if you start up again quickly, you get two pleasures: first, you get to experience how wonderful his cock feels on your tongue when it's soft and gradually grows in your mouth. Plus, sucking him while he's softening means that he gets hard again sooner." 

She turned her face to me. "Just relax, Danny. There's no hurry. Krissy and I will simply play with your cock for awhile until you get hard again in your own sweet time. Just close your eyes and dream about being sucked by two big titted blondes who love your big dick so much they don't ever want to stop." 

I did as she asked. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift off to nothingness. Far in the distance, I could hear mother and daughter whispering to each other and occasionally giggling. The giggles were interspersed with slurping sounds and little feather kisses on my cock. With my eyes closed I could feel several sets of fingernails lightly scraping against my thighs. 

In a few minutes I could feel my cock getting hard again. The slurping increased, and the light fingernail scrapings against my thighs became faster and more urgent. When I opened my eyes, Krissy was holding the base of my cock while Marie suckled contentedly. Both Marie's hands were hidden, but I could see that they both led to her crotch, and the arm movements showed that she was playing with her clit while she blew me. The sight of my two women clustered together lovingly over my cock made me get harder. I got harder still when Marie brought one hand up to my cock and, grasping the shaft, she let my cock out of her mouth with a satisfied pop and gently brought the tip to her daughter's mouth. Marie gave an approving maternal smile as Krissy began to suck dutifully, just like her mother taught her to do.  Marie looked into my eyes and saw that I was watching. "Isn't she a good girl?" she asked.

After another couple of minutes of the two women handing my cock back and forth, Marie stood up from the floor and beckoned Krissy and me to do the same. "Come on, Daddy," she said. Then, grasping my cock, she turned toward the hall and started leading me by my cock toward the bedroom. Krissy joined us on my other side and also wrapped her hand around my pole.

Together, my two women led my cock and me toward our marital bed. I followed, barely behind them, my cock poking out between them with both their hands gently holding me and twisting at the wrist to keep me revved up as they led me down the hall. As we walked, I slipped my hands up from below the short hemlines of their green nighties and cupped each of their gorgeous bare asses. The sensation of having my two women lead me by my cock while I played with the curves of their asses was so erotic that I almost wished the walk would go on forever. I pictured myself on a sidewalk or on the beach, parading my two women and being paraded by them to the envious stares of half the men in town. 

The promenade, if you can call it that, only lasted the length of the hallway and as far as Marie's and my bed. When we got to the middle of the room, Marie and Krissy both turned to me and began kissing me while keeping their hands on my shaft, stroking me together while we kissed. After only a minute, though, Marie went to the middle of the bed and sat cross-legged. She crooked a finger to her daughter to join her. "Come here, sweetie," she said. "Put your head in my lap while Daddy fucks you."

Krissy lay down obediently. I stood still for a moment, drinking in the sight of Krissy's beautiful face, above which were Marie's fantastic round tits and Marie's own gorgeous face that looked less like a mother than like an older sister, beaming at me. Marie reached down with one hand and began caressing her daughter's big tits, while her other hand caressed her own beautiful jugs. "What are you waiting for?" she asked me. "Doesn't your stepdaughter deserve to get fucked?"

I didn't waste any more time. I took Krissy's hand and guided it to my cock, then encouraged her to bring the cock to her tight little pussy.

Krissy sucked in her breath in a gasp when I entered her, and Marie joined in her daughter's intake of breath. For the next several minutes, mother and daughter gasped, giggled and cried out as one, as if they were connected in some supranormal way, while I thrust in and out of my stepdaughter's unbelievably tight and welcoming hole. It was as if I were fucking both of them at the same time. Often Marie brought a hand to her daughter's cheek and stroked it gently while I thrust deeper and deeper, more and more roughly into the breathtakingly sexy girl who only a few hours earlier had been a virgin. Then mother and daughter would shiver together and smile gratefully and look back into my eyes, pleading wordlessly for more.

I gave it to them. Over and over for fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, and more I hammered relentlessly into Krissy. All the pent up lust and frustration of the last weeks were finally getting an outlet. All of the fear of repercussions and the second thoughts that had prevented me from taking her virginity had disappeared. All that remained was an intense primal desire to fuck the gorgeous creature that my wife was giving me, to make her my own forever. Krissy and her mother began shedding tears of joy and release while a cascading series of orgasms washed over them, making Krissy cry out in ecstasy and making her mother spasm and squeal in sympathetic pleasure while pinching her own hard nipples.  As I pounded my hard cock into my stepdaughter, she thrashed uncontrollably, jostling her mother and making both pairs of huge tits bounce wildly in all directions. 

After what seemed like an eternity of thrusting into my stepdaughter, I could feel myself reaching a climax. "I'm going to cum!" I cried. 

"Give it to me, Daddy!" cried Marie. "Cum in my mouth!"

I pulled out of Krissy and started moving up the bed toward Marie. "Take it, sweetie! Take Daddy's cum!" Marie reached out to my cock to guide me to her mouth, but as soon as she touched me I orgasmed, spraying her face and tits with spunk.

Marie giggled. Krissy craned her head upward to lick the baby batter off of her mother's cum-spattered breasts.

After that I was spent – or at least I thought so. Exhausted, I crawled up to the head of the bed and collapsed onto one of the pillows. Marie and Krissy joined me on either side and nestled onto my chest. Within a few moments I was asleep.

I woke up sometime later in the dark. My arm was still draped over one sleeping woman, but instead of having another woman on my other side, I could feel a rustling under the covers, followed by a warm wet mouth on my soft cock. "Krissy?" I asked.

"Mmm! Mmm!" was the only reply. 

"Marie, is that you?" I whispered.

"Mmmph!" 

The fact that I couldn't tell which of my girls was blowing me made it all the sexier. My cock got hard in my girl's mouth. A minute later, she left off from cocksucking and sat on my hard cock. 

The added motion made my other girl begin to stir in her sleep. With my arm still draped over her shoulder, she cuddled closer to me, rubbed her hand on my chest and began to murmur. "Daddy," they both said simultaneously. Then the one lying next to me continued dreamily, and I recognized her sleepy voice as Marie's: "Big thick Daddy cock makes his girls cum cum cum."

"I love Daddy cock," continued Krissy, as if she were finishing her mother's thought, while she bounced up and down on my pole. In response, I pulled Marie closer to me and began to knead her breasts while she continued to sleep. My other hand reached up and played with Krissy's oversized tits. 

After a few minutes of bouncing cowgirl-style, Krissy shuddered all over in a huge orgasm and collapsed on my chest. While she kissed my neck and slid off me to my side, my cock slipped out of her hole. Still hard, I scooted up so that my groin was even with Marie's head. "Suck me, sweetheart," I whispered to her as I brushed my cock against her soft lips. Still half-asleep, my wife opened her mouth dutifully and began sucking and slurping. 




Daddy Needs His Blowjob Ch. 12



As I adjusted the pillows so that I could lie comfortably on my side while my wife sleep-sucked me, Krissy nestled up to me from behind spoon-fashion. She wrapped her arms around my chest, mashing her big tits into my back. "This is so perfect, Daddy," she whispered. "This is everything I wanted. Do you think I'll ever be as good a cocksucker as Mom?"

"I'll teach you, sweetheart," I said as I thrust into her mother's loving, accepting mouth. "I'll teach you every day." I thrust again and again, smiling joyfully as I repeated: "Every day." Thrust. "Teach you every day." 

And with the image filling my head of teaching my dutiful, sexy daughter to suck me just right every day, I came in Marie's lovely wet mouth. Marie shivered in a small orgasm at the pleasure of tasting my sperm, but kept sucking my cock without waking up. I continued lazily thrusting in and out as the three of us fell back to sleep.

A little while later I drifted into wakefulness. A coverlet had been draped over my upper torso while the regular sheets remained over my legs. The result was that I stayed warm and snug while at the same time I could feel open air on my cock.

Marie and Krissy were huddled together at the foot of the bed, their faces hovering over my groin, whispering while they took turns licking and slurping on my semi-erect cock.

". . . and just remember what I said, sweetie," Marie was saying, "in the regular world – in school, and when you go to college, and on the street – I want you to stand up for yourself. You are your own woman, and I like you to be strong and independent. But when you're at home. . ." She paused a moment while she took my cock in her mouth and slurped me lovingly. "When you're in the bedroom you need to put Daddy first. Always." She held my cock at the base and pointed the tip at her daughter's mouth, then took her other hand and put it on Krissy's head, guiding her to suck me. "Always serve Daddy. Always suck Daddy. And in return Daddy will give you so much pleasure."

By this time, my cock was completely hard. With my thick cock in her mouth, Krissy looked up at me and saw me looking at her. The sight of Krissy gazing lovingly at me while her mouth was stuffed with cock, with her mother inches away and holding the base for her, was so perfect that I wanted the image to say in my mind forever. Then Marie made the image even more perfect: she draped her other hand over her daughter's shoulder and used the tips of her fingers to caress the bulge that my cock made in her daughter's cheek. Then she bent forward and kissed her daughter's other cheek. She turned to me and smiled. What could be a more perfect sight than that: my two gorgeous blonde girls gazing at me with love in their eyes, and my cock stuffed in my stepdaughter's mouth, while her mother was inches away, holding my shaft for her daughter to suck and smiling with approval and lust? 

Krissy took her mouth off my dick and, looking at her mother, cocked her head in my direction. "Daddy's awake," she said, and kissed my cockhead. "Can we try it now?"

"Danny, are you up for some show-and-tell?" Marie asked me. "Krissy wants to learn how to deepthroat."

I simply smiled.

Marie took that as permission to go ahead. "Okay, first we'll start with a little demonstration." She sat up on the bed and, bending her head, engulfed my cock almost down to the root, as I had experienced so many times before. The feeling was exquisite. 

She turned to her daughter. "Part of it consists of relaxing the throat completely, sweetie. But after you get past that phase, you want to control your gag and swallowing reflexes, so that you can massage Daddy's cock with your throat muscles. Like this." She deepthoated me again – farther down my pole this time – and I could feel and even see by the moonlight streaming in the window that she was flexing her throat muscles, sending waves of pleasure up and down my shaft. When she took her mouth off a few moments later, it was as if I had reached the gates of heaven only to be drawn back to earth. "You see?" she said to Krissy.

"I don't think I can do it," said Krissy.

"Sure you can, sweetie." She held my cock by the base and brought it to her daughter's mouth, who dutifully kissed and licked the tip. Marie joined her daughter briefly, and together they licked my frenulum and cockhead together, their tongues sometimes swirling together and touching each other as they gave me pleasure. Then Marie went back to instructing her daughter.

"Danny, can you please stand by the bedside? Over here," she said, pointing behind her at the foot of the bed. "Now sweetie, watch again how I do it." Marie then lay down on her back with her head dangling upside down off the edge of the bed. "Fuck my mouth, Danny," she said sweetly. "Show her how it's done."

I brought my cock to my loving wife's mouth and slowly impaled her throat with my cock, smiling at Krissy the whole time. "Soon this will be you," I said.

Krissy lay stomach down on the bed and scooted closer to her mother. Her legs bent upward at the knees and she wiggled them absent-mindedly in the air. She brought her fingers to her mother's throat and stroked the skin of Marie's neck, feeling my hard cock going in and out. Then, tentatively, she edged even closer so that her torso was right alongside, snuggled against the length of her mother's beautiful body. She began kissing and licking her mother's throat, making love to my cock through the membrane of her mother's skin. She draped one hand over her mother's breast and caressed her mother's nipples while her legs continued to dangle in the air like a little girl's. Marie made contented gurgling sounds as I gently fucked her throat and her daughter licked and caressed her neck and breasts.

"Now it's your turn, Krissy," I said.

Krissy dutifully turned over on her back so that now I had mother and daughter both laid out before me, their heads hanging upside down off the edge of the bed, inviting my dick to invade their willing throats.

I eased my cock out of my wife's mouth and into my beautiful stepdaughter's inviting mouth as easily as I could. Marie turned onto her side facing Krissy. "Gently," Marie said soothingly to her daughter. "Take him gently and relax. Daddy will never hurt you. Daddy loves you and you love Daddy's cock. Now take him deeper, sweetie."

Krissy began gagging and I pulled out. 

"Poor baby," said Marie. She kissed Krissy on the lips and began caressing her daughter's breast. "Try again." I brought my cock back to Krissy's lips, and this time Marie continued to play with her little daughter's huge breasts, while whispering in her ear the whole time: "You love Daddy so much. Daddy's cock is so tasty, so good. Isn't it wonderful to feel Daddy's cock in your mouth, in your throat, in your tummy? When he's deep in your throat, he's so close to your heart." She moved her hand down to Krissy's vagina and started gently playing with her daughter's clit. "You can feel Daddy in your mouth and in your pussy, can't you? Accept Daddy's cock," she whispered in Krissy's ear, so softly that I could barely hear her, "and he will make you cum and cum!" 

I could see the effect Marie's words were having on her daughter. Krissy, tense before with anxiety over having a big cock down her throat, was gradually relaxing and breathing more smoothly. She brought her hand up to my cock and began caressing the shaft with her fingertips.

Marie then edged down farther on the bed and positioned her head between her daughter's legs. "Relax, sweetie, and feel Daddy's cock," she said softly. I pushed deeper into my stepdaughter's wet throat and I felt her begin to gag, then relax. I pumped into her mouth and throat gently, while Marie lapped at her daughter's wet pussy, fingering her at the same time. Marie and I locked our gazes while we worked on her daughter from both ends.

Pavlov himself could not have done it better, I reflected as I gently pumped my cock in and out of Krissy's mouth. At the same time that Marie was calming her daughter and teaching her to take my cock all the way down her throat, she was simultaneously conditioning her to associate cocksucking with clitoral stimulation. She was turning her daughter into a cocksucker extraordinaire who would link orgasms with sucking Daddycock. 

"Daddy's cock is so good, isn't it, sweetie?" Marie said between licks. "The more you lick him, the more pleasure he'll give you. Suck Daddy!" Then Marie clamped her mouth on her daughter's clit and began sucking it while her fingers danced up and down her daughter's sensitive inner thighs. My cock went deeper into my stepdaughter's lovely throat with each gentle push. This first time, I knew that Krissy couldn't deepthroat me as well as her mother. But this was only the first lesson -- there would be many, many more, and she would learn to take me all the way. Daddy would teach her.

Krissy bucked her pelvis involuntarily, thrusting her eager clit into her mother's face, and shivered through an orgasm. I could feel her spasms through my cock deep in her gullet.

I pulled out and gave Krissy a chance to catch her breath. After gasping in a lungful of air, she asked me, beaming, "Was I good, Daddy?"

"Good?" I said. "You're Daddy's little cocksucker!"

Marie slid back along the bed so that she and her daughter were alongside each other. Krissy was still on her back, while her mother was now on her stomach. Their two beautiful little voluptuous bodies were so amazingly similar that I thought again that they looked almost like busty, gorgeous sisters as much as they did like mother and daughter. My two girls embraced each other, caressing each other's breasts and asses while I sandwiched my cock between their two lovely faces. I rubbed my cock all over their cheeks, their noses, their hair -- and their lips. They happily slurped and giggled over my cock for several minutes before I sprayed both their faces with cum. They giggled some more as they licked my cock and each other's faces clean.

Sometime later I awoke again to sex. This time both of my girls were lying with me spoon-style. The one with her ass to me – again I didn't know which it was in the dark – had slipped my shaft into her pussy and was thrusting back and forth on my cock while I slowly woke up. "Fuck me, sweetheart," I said, neither knowing nor caring which "sweetheart" I was addressing. "Fuck your Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy," they both said. I felt a hand reach around my hips from behind and begin to play with my balls as I continued to pump into my girl. 

I reached around in front of me. Sliding my hands up from her tiny waist and her taut tummy, I grabbed my partner's outrageously big tits so that I could pull her closer to me as I thrust deeper. "I love you," I said to both of them. "You're so beautiful. So loving." I thrust harder and pinched her nipple. "Such huge soft tits. Such a tight, wet pussy. Your precious little body is made for Daddy to fuck over and over. You're Daddy's little girl, Daddy's big-titted little fuckdoll." I thrust harder and harder. "And you're so good at fucking your Daddy."

They giggled. "Yes Daddy," they said again in unison, and this time I felt them both shiver in tandem in another shared orgasm. It was amazing – and amazingly erotic – that at times like these mother and daughter were so emotionally and mentally linked that they orgasmed together.  I pumped harder, holding a pair of beautiful tits in my two hands wrapped around my girl's torso. My other girl held me close from behind, caressing my chest with her hands and pressing her massive boobs into my back. When I thrust forward, the girl behind me mimicked my actions so that the three of us humped in unsion. 

I was in a heavenly incestuous sandwich. The girl behind me whispered in one ear, while the other in front of me whispered encouragement. Both were so close to me and I was so delirious with lust and joy that I couldn't tell which voice was in front of me and which was behind, or which girl said what.

"I love your cock," whispered one.

"Fuck me every day, Daddy," whispered the other.

"Such joy! Such pleasure from your cock!" said one as she giggled and shivered through another orgasm.

"Our pussies belong to Daddy! Daddy makes us cum so much!" 

"We're your girls, Daddy!" said one. 

"And Daddy fucks his girls!" giggled the other. 

The girl behind me shivered and hugged me tighter, digging her fingernails into the skin of my chest, as I plunged over and over into the other girl's tight cunt. 

Every nerve ending in my whole body seemed to have migrated to the tip of my cock. I felt as if my cock had gone deeper into my girl than any cock had ever gone in history – deep into her cunt, past her cervix, beyond her womb, into her very soul. I screamed inarticulately as I bucked faster and faster, jackhammering my cock violently into her cunt and spraying my seed deep into my girl. My orgasm was so intense that I saw stars swimming in my vision. 

When I came, I still didn't know which of my two horny, busty girls was receiving my load of sperm. All I knew was that it was the most erotic moment of my life. "I love you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, gasping. I wanted the whole neighborhood to wake up and envy me. "I love fucking you!"





A few days later Marie and I went to a furniture store and bought the widest bed we could find. We moved our old double bed into Krissy's room so that she and I could have room for two whenever Krissy and I chose to have special Daddy-daughter time.  Most nights, though, we would need a bed that would fit the three of us comfortably, with Daddy in the middle sandwiched between his two lovely girls.

When we bought the new bed, though, we didn't give much thought to moving it in. It turned out that manhandling a big mattress and box springs down the hall was nothing in comparison to getting it around the corner, through the doorway and into the bedroom itself. I had to take the door completely off the hinges to finagle that extra inch or two to get the mattress inside the bedroom.

And wouldn't you know it? When I reassembled the door the damn doorknob and latch worked perfectly.