ould see the small dark circles around her nipples. It wasn't cold in the house; being early autumn in the upper Midwest, I already had the heat turned on, but her nipples stood erect, jutting against her top.

Heather took a long drag from her cigarette as she flipped pages of a magazine on her lap. I found it unsettling to watch her smoke. I took up the habit twenty years earlier at fourteen and had regretted it for over half that time. It was the one thing I didn't want to see my daughters do. In fact, I tried my damndest to prevent it. Heather picked up the habit herself when she started college.

She almost made it, I thought to myself. I'd always figured that the cartoons promoting cigarettes were apropos, since by the time a person reached adulthood, they were far too sensible to take on such an ignorant habit. I lit my own cigarette jus as Heather stubbed out hers.

She was engrossed in her magazine as I kept staring at her, thinking back through her life. She was born when her mother and I were only sixteen years old. For the most part, she lived a normal life and was even a fairly well-behaved child, up until her last year of high school. Her grades plummeted, she began partying too frequently, hanging out with too many boys (doing the same things her mother did at that age, I'm sure), and fighting with her mom.

The fighting was the reason she moved in with me. Neither one of them could stand the other any longer. My relationship with my daughter was, and had always been, much more relaxed, seeing as she only lived with me for about two and a half years of her life, prior to this latest move.

I had a four year marriage to her mother that began when we were twenty-one, around the time I was entering the Navy. I had one deployment during that time that kept me away for nearly a year and a half and right around the time my enlistment was due to end, my ex-wife and I separated. The result was me being a part-time dad to Heather and her younger sister, Rebecca (a wonderful result of the short marriage), and a part-time friend. I've never been much of the heavy-handed type, so, more often than not, the friend in me came out.

As I silently reminisced, my eyes continually wandered from her flat belly to the two nubs poking her tank top. The circles around them were extremely dark. Heather rarely wore a bra around the house, preferring just the light tank tops or a loose t-shirt, and, there had been many occasions when I'd seen right down her top.

Her breasts were smooth, beautifully formed orbs, topped of with large nipples and small areola. Her skin was naturally dark, a year-round tan she called it, which probably gave the areola their dark tone. Her breasts, I'm guessing a C-cup, barely drooped without the support of a bra. Even though she was my daughter, I objectively felt she was sexy.

Her hips were narrow, with pert, athletic buns. Her thighs were shapely, smooth and like the rest of her, permanently tan. I never once saw her perform any sort of exercise, but her tummy was flat, not quite muscular, but without any paunch. I knew she drove boys wild. I'd been seeing their reactions now for several years. And, I also knew several of them were even allowed to indulge in what she had to offer. I sighed, thinking, she's just like her mother.



I quickly pulled my attention from Heather's chest when I heard the bathroom door swing open. Heather's friend, Samantha, emerged. I flashed a parental smile in her direction. She returned with a flirtatious air kiss and sparkling eyes. Now, Sam, she was beautiful.

Her long, naturally curly hair was dark brown, almost black, and fell to her waist. She was Italian, so, like Heather, she had a dark complexion. She was taller than my daughter, maybe five-eight, very thin, but not so much so that she was bony. Her legs were long and smooth and on that night, being shown off by a pair of those tight little cotton shorts that young girls wear. As she sashayed into the living room, I could make out the subtle hills of her vulva pressing against the cotton shorts. Her lips were outlined perfectly, the material tucked up slightly between them.

She also wore a white tank top, thin and lightweight. It was looser than Heather's, but equally as short, displaying her own pierced naval. Her breasts were somewhat smaller than my daughter's and jiggled with each step. When she tossed her hair, it played out like a seductive television commercial. I felt a twitch between my legs and immediately shifted in my seat.

Samantha took a seat on the sofa at the opposite end as me. Heather tossed her magazine, TIME, into my lap and began chattering with her friend. For the most part, I ignored their conversation, but did manage to catch little bits and pieces. Eventually, their talk turned to boys, then sex. They weren't lewd or conspicuous, but instead spoke in giggles and innuendos. I felt myself begin to stiffen in my pants. Both girls, for their part, shifted occasionally in their seats. There was a lull in their chatter.

"We gotta stop," Sam finally said, "or I'm gonna pop."

My cock twitched, but was calmed by a hand gently coming to rest over it. I looked to my right to see Sam leaning toward me.

"How bout you, Mr. Frieze?"

She batted her eyes at me. I fixed my gaze right down the neckline of her top. She wore no bra either, and I was staring right at her naked tits dangling beneath her as she leaned over. I tried to answer, but the words were stuck in my throat.

"I, uhhmm, well…" was about all I managed to utter.

She began massaging my engorged prick through the flannel pants. Her delicate touch was entrancing and I was glad that I had to boxers on to encumber anything. Heather was so silent as Sam squeezed her fingers successively up and down the length of my cock, that I completely forgot she was sitting so close to me. I hadn't taken my eyes away from Sam's tits, so it's not like I was noticing her either.

Samantha pulled on shoulder strap down and sat up slightly, allowing her left tit to fall free.

"You like?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," I nodded back.

She released my cock and pushed the other strap off her shoulder and pulled her arms free, allowing the top to fall to her waist. She cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, causing them to stiffen. She shifted and got to her knees, then crawled close to me.

"Wanna taste?" she asked, still cupping her tits and leaning closer to me. I took a nipple into my mouth, swirled my tongue around it, feeling it harden even more from the attention. I suckled one nipple, then the other. Sam returned her hand to my crotch, this time, unbuttoning the fly and pushing her hand inside.

I'm not a large man, but am slightly more than average and judging from the soft moan of delight, my size, and possible the natural feel, pleased Sam. She wrapped her tiny fingers around my shaft and stroked slowly up and down as I continued nursing on her tits, switching from one to the other occasionally.

After several minutes, she concentrated both hands on my crotch and worked my cock free, through the fly. My tool was standing vertically, allowing her to rub and stroke with both hands. I like a girl with small hands; it makes my cock look larger, and, in her tiny hands, I felt like a porn star.

I was massaging her tits as I sucked but was forced to stop when she nudged me away. I felt dejected for a moment, but she reassured me by bending over, opening her mouth and taking a in a few inches of my cock. She kept stroking as she worked her mouth up and down eagerly. I leaned my head back against the sofa, tilting slightly to my left and caught sight of Heather. My eyes shot wide.

Oh shit, I screamed to myself.

But she simply smiled appreciatively, obviously enjoying the show. Her hand was stuffed down into the waistband of her pants. I watched thru the material as she moved her fingers over her pussy. In a mesmerizing way, the lump caused from her hand moved side to side, then up and down.

Samantha was bobbing her head on my cock, taking more and more. I twisted my fingers into her hair, encouraging her onward. Finally, she held her nose firmly against my groin, my cock buried in her throat. I groaned loudly and smiled at Heather, holding her gaze a moment. Her eyes were sort of glossy when I noticed her hand move low on her crotch. The material of her pants expanded, and then retracted. My daughter was fingering herself as she watched her friend suck her father's cock.

I wondered what she looked like under her pajama pants. As if she read my mind, she withdrew her hand and shimmied out of her pants, holding her legs straight up in the air as she pulled them free. Her smooth, dark pink pussy peeked from between her thighs. She tossed the pants to the floor, rested one leg over the arm of the recliner so she was wide open to me and returned to working her pussy.

She sported a thin patch of hair about her clitoris; her shaved lips were shiny slick with her own juices. Heather worked her thin fingers gingerly over her clit. The little nub was large and fat like her nipples and protruded at least a quarter-inch from its hood. It flopped side to side as she teased it. She bit her lower lip and moaned from her own excitement.

Sam was bouncing her head up and own in long strokes, deep throating my cock with every bob. She sucked the tip like a Tootsie-Roll Pop then sunk her face down hard and fast, holding me against her tonsils before letting free with a gasp. She stroked my saliva-coated shaft with one hand, rotating it around as she pumped. I began to groan loudly. She looked up at me with wonder and lust in her eyes.

"Are you gonna cum, Mr. Frieze?"

"If you don't stop, I am," I replied in a husky breath.

She quickly returned to sucking, increasing her pace, slamming her face hard onto my cock. She had one hand now massaging my tightening scrotum.

Heather's eyes were glazed and fixed on her friend in action. Her mouth hung open lustfully and she had two fingers buried inside herself. With her other hand, she played with her clit, pinching and twisting, tugging and prodding. Her hips began to gyrate, slowly lifting off the cushion.

My hand was on the back of Sam's head and when she had me deep in her throat, I held her there a moment. She's pull back with a gasp before immediately returning. Each time I held her longer.

"Take it deep, Sam," I began

She responded with four or five quick bobs on my cock. I held her tight on the last one, gripping fistfuls of her long hair for leverage.


"Suck his cock, you slut," Heather breathed.

Somewhat startled by hearing my daughter's voice, I caught her eye. She was smiled wickedly as she wildly thrust her fingers into herself.

"Choke on my dad's cock, you fucking slut," she coaxed her friend.

Sam responded with fervor. Juicy sucking and slurping sounds emanated from her mouth. Her face and my crotch were coated with her thick saliva.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, Samantha," I told her. "You wanna taste my cum?"

She had my cock buried as she nodded. She squeezed my scrotum, causing me to arch upward. At the same time, I slammed her head down onto me and held her tight.

"Aghhhh!" I groaned

"Take it, cunt," Heather commanded. "Suck it all in your throat."

Heather was also arching her back, her ass completely off the chair cushion. She was rubbing hard on her clit, wiggling three fingers inside her pussy as she moaned and groaned. Heather's eyes were wide and fixed on Sam as her orgasm overtook her.

"Shit Sam, you fucking slut," her voice was higher pitched, more breathy than normal as another wave of orgasm rocketed through my daughter. She pulled on her clit and clawed at her cunt hole.

Sam was letting her mouth fill with my seed. She swallowed none of it, and none dribbled out either. My orgasm subsided and I relaxed my grip on her head, allowing her freedom. Heather leapt from her seat, tackling the young cocksucker backward onto the sofa. Their tits mashed together. Heather held her chin, her thumb and fingers wrapped onto Sam's cheeks. The girls kissed deeply, their tongues battling. With her hand, Heather held Sam's head back and her mouth open. With her tongue, she fished my cum from her friends mouth, savoring its taste, even swishing some in her mouth before letting it drool back into Sam's. The process repeated several times as they swapped my cum back and forth between them. I was overwhelmed with twisted lust as I watched them in action.

My cock throbbed achingly as I watched my daughter suck my cum from her friend's mouth. Heather ground her hips against Sam's pelvis. Her pussy was peeking from between her outstretched thighs like earlier. Her womanly cream oozed from her cunt in gobs, coating her lips, dripping onto Sam's legs.

Spontaneously, I reached over and with two fingers, scooped it up, beginning on Sam's legs and sliding up to my daughter's swollen pussy. When she felt my hand, she pushed back toward me, and my fingers sunk into her.

"Oh God Dad," she cried.

She looked over her shoulder at me, her face smeared with my cum. A drop hung at the corner of her mouth. I began to pull my fingers away, but she pushed back further.

"Finger me, Dad," she whispered her plea. "Don't stop now."

With one hand I pumped her oozing pussy. With the other, I stroked my cock. I felt longer and larger than ever before. Normally, I'm limp immediately after an orgasm, but this new craziness had me rock solid.

Heather rocked back and forth on my fingers. I tickled her asshole with my thumb. She responded with a sudden intake of breath.

Sam responded by reaching around and spreading Heather's cheeks, allowing me greater access. I maneuvered my thumb to her pussy, coating it with her cream then returned it to her pink brown button.

Heather whimpered as I pushed my thumb past her tight ring. She squealed and pinched my thumb tight as she rocked back hard. I pumped her several times as I moved around, propping myself onto my knees. I twisted my digits in her holes, and then removed my fingers from her pussy.

Heather moaned in disappointment, but I lined myself up and drove my cock into her cunt. Her saturated lips slurped me in.

"Oh fuck, Dad!" she screamed in surprise. "That's your cock!"

Sam craned her neck to look, "Heather," she delighted. "Your dad's cock is buried in your cunt"

Sam was holding Heather tight. My daughter had collapsed onto her friend with her pussy thrust upward for my access.

"Harder, Dad," she pleaded.

"Fuck her like a slut, Mr. Frieze."

"You like my cock, Baby?"

"Unngggg. Pound me."

"Ram her cunt raw," Sam pulled Heather's cheeks farther open and I pumped my thumb in and out of her asshole in sync with my cock.

"Take it all, Baby. My cock and my thumb in both your holes."

"Nnnggggggggg," she moaned

"She's gonna cum," Sam breathed. "Fuck her hard, Mr. Frieze."

I pulled my thumb free, gripped her hips and quickened my pace, slamming my cock hard into my daughter's pussy.

"OH ---- FUCK!" Heather screamed.

"OH GOD!" I bellowed.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

With long, hard strokes, I reamed her cunt. Her pussy lips gripped me tightly.

"Harder, Mr. Frieze!"

"Harder, Daddy!"

"She's such a slut! Fuck her harder!"

I was stabbing her cunt with blinding speed. She thrust herself back at me. I rammed my cock deep and held her tight against me.

"AAHHHHHHHH!" she squealed

"Oh-oh-oh-oh," Sam was laughing from deep in her belly.

A guttural sound escaped my lungs as I painted the inside of my daughter's pussy, gobs of cum spurting into her. Her Kiegel muscles gripped at my cock, milking me dry. Her own orgasm and juices mixed with mine as she grappled and squeezed my cock tightly with her pussy.

When she relaxed, she collapsed completely onto her friend. Sam stroked her hair gently. I fell to the side, against the back of the sofa, my cock still embedded in my daughter. We all three panted, fighting to catch our breath. Finally, I pulled out and sat back. Our family cum flowed steadily from Heather's pussy, drooling all over Sam's legs.

I tried to collect my thoughts for a moment, unsure of what just happened. Heather slowly got to her feet, holding my gaze, a thin smile on her lips. Having read the uncertainty on my face, she sat down on my lap, straddling me. I felt her pussy; smooth, wet and hot. She slid over my soft sticky cock, rocking back and forth, then leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek before standing and dragging Samantha off to her bedroom.

The girls giggled as they trotted down the hall and shut Heather's bedroom door. I tucked my cock back into the fly of my pants and lit a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of blue smoke into the air. The clock on the wall said 9:25 pm. It felt like two in the morning. It was early and I was exhausted; and wondering what Heather and Samantha were doing. Were they still giggling? Were they troubled? Upset? Bragging? I finished my cigarette and drifted off to sleep.

n; then all at once, the shame of what took place only hours earlier hit me. The girls took the same seats they had occupied previously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God, I did mess her up.

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

Then again… I was confused.

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

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

I turned toward Sam, my eyebrows raised in question.

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

"She did?"

"Uh-huh," Heather proclaimed proudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmm," Heather moaned in protest, again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhhh, Mr. Frieze!"

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm gonna cum," I shouted.

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

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

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

Sam clawed at my back frantically commanding:

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

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

"I'm coming again," yelled Samantha.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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