Chapter 03
Under me, on her back, knees pressed into her pillowy breasts, covered in sweat, grunting every time my cock hammers her cervix, my sweat running off, pooling on her alabaster skin. She howls, her eyes locked on mine. "Harder, harder, damn you, fuck your sister harder."
She's not my sister; I don't have one. This is her dirty fantasy. I pull back, flip her over onto her front, pull her hips up. She's panting, face pressed into the hotel sheets. "Oh yeah, from behind, doggie me, bro. Mom and dad will be home soon."
My hands move over her soft skin, around her hips, cupping the blades of her pelvis for leverage; I push in, she groans, cums again. I feel the head of my penis moving into her cervix. It has to hurt, but it's what she demands. Her moans a mix of lust and pain.
"I'm gonna cum, sis."
Muffled by Hilton cotton, "Breed me, bro. Give sissy a baby."
I bury myself and enjoy my release. Hot jets; her orgasm wrapped around mine. The best part of the night.
She collapses on the bed pulling her red, abused vagina away from me, our combined climax running out. A naked body brushes past me, gently pushing me out of the way. A man, skinny, with an average cock, rampant and dripping. Kyle, her husband. He flings himself at her, rolling her on her back. She's limp, spent. He dives in, pressing his mouth to her sex, cleaning her, our orgasms with his tongue. He pauses, face still against her pussy.
"Thanks, Jim."
I pat him on his tight little ass; he likes that. "No problem, boss. See ya in the yard tomorrow."
As Kyle cleans his wife and gets ready to fuck her ass, I slip on my sweatpants and tee; slide my feet into my untied sneakers. I'll shower at home.
It's warm down here. It's always warm when it isn't hot. Opening the door of my truck, I look at the five-story hotel and wonder how many rooms hold people cheating on their spouses or, like Kyle, asking other men to fuck their wives. I slide in, smiling, start the big Ford up and pull out. I'll bet it's more than I think.
Since this is a sex story, I'll describe myself. I'm Jim. I'm thirty-six years old, single, divorced. My hobby is my body. I'm no mirror worshipper, but after a very rough time when I was younger, it became my therapy. I'm six foot even, 180, with 15% body fat. I run, lift, train in Krav Maga. I've got brown hair and eyes, no facial hair. I shave my body and fuck another man's wife while he watches. My cock is close to nine inches long when fully erect. It's thick, and it's got a big smooth head. It's what I was gifted with.
On the interstate, near my exit, the phone goes off, just a number, no name, spam. I let it go.
It's late. I shower and crash. Six AM is early.
Monday. I hate the alarm. My clothes are laid out, Carhart pants, old faded, company tee, stained, torn, tall steel-toed boots. I'm blue-collar through and through and proud of it. Over my coffee, I unplug my phone, a voicemail. Looking at the clock—I'm late, it waited this long, it'll wait longer. I've gotta change the tracks on that antique D9 dozer today, and it's gonna be a bitch.
I park my F250 diesel and climb out. Kyle comes out of the office, neat in his chinos and company polo. "How's she doin today?" I ask.
Kyle smiles. "Be in bed all day, smiling."
I laugh. "Well, she did ask for it."
Kyle claps me on the shoulder. "And we both know she will again."
At coffee time, I step away. The voicemail was from that number last night. I'm curious.
"Um, hi. I'm Molly Stark. I'm looking for James Conners. This isn't legal or court shit. I'm his daughter. So, um, if that's you and you want to, I'd like to talk to you. Thanks."
I sat, leaning against the huge tire of a front-end loader, and stared at my phone. Molly, my daughter. Back then, she had been my whole life, my greatest joy. Until. She'd be twenty-two now. I haven't seen her since the divorce six years ago, after the trial and my acquittal.
The rest of the day dragged. I need to answer her. After what my ex said, I don't know what to expect. How'd she find me? Why bother looking for me? Maybe revenge for things that never happened?
Five O'clock, in my truck, the call ringing. Voicemail. It'll have to do for now. "Hi, this is James Conners. Yes, I'm your father. Call me." I ended it, didn't know what else to say.
After an hour and a half at the gym, still no answer.
As I pulled up my long driveway, I saw her leaning against my old Jeep. The setting sun shadowing the curves of her body.
Dammit, she looks just like her mother did at that age. Tall, curvy, long sun-bleached blonde hair, small on top, no, not small, just not huge. Nylon shorts pulled up tight, a tank top, hint of her nipples. The full-sleeve tattoo was different. I stopped the truck, shut it off, and walked toward her. She straightened up, finger combed her hair. I stop bout ten feet away, watching her hands; she could have a knife. She stood tall and straight like I taught her.
"I'm sorry to stalk you and kinda trap you, but I wasn't sure you'd talk to me. I found out a lot of things in the last few months, and that's what drove me to find you."
I stood, arms at my side, waiting, still not sure. Molly took a breath.
"Mom's dead. Her and shithead, the guy she left you for, died in a crash about four months ago. I had to clean out her estate, and I found a lot of papers, and when I cracked her laptop, I found out more. I found out you're not the man I was told about. You're the man I remember as a teenager. Can I get a second chance?"
I made tacos. Fast and easy. Molly talked and talked. I listened. We ate on the screen porch, looking out on the pool, four acres of field ending in trees. No neighbors. Telling me what she found out, and I already knew because I lived it. Tyra loved money and sex. I worked day and night to feed that need for money, but I couldn't be home at the same time. She took a lover, wealthy, controlling. I was accused of molestation, put on trial. Molly tricked into saying things that she wasn't sure of. My name dragged through the mud, beat the charge but not the bad rep. I went from super dad to scum.
I moved away, changed my name to Conners, started over at thirty. The look on Molly's face when I left was like being gutted. Now she's sitting across from me, nearly crying. She stopped at the end of her tale of discovery.
"So, dad, was any of what mom claimed true?"
"No. Frank ruled her, and she liked that. Divorce wasn't good enough for him. He had a need to destroy. He couldn't destroy me, but he wrecked my life. I had to leave town, legally change my name, and start over.
"I was surprised and scared when I got your call. I know what you were told. But the faint chance I could be part of your life was worth the risk. I would never have been able to find you. I'm glad you found me, but I'll be damned if I know how."
She smiled. "It wasn't easy. I was getting nowhere until I literally hooked up with a geek. It was the price for his skill. Sex with him was amusing, but this was his best lead. I looked at that number for over a week before I made that call."
I stood up. "I'm glad you did. Can I get a hug?"
She leaped up and collided with me; in that instant, six years evaporated. Taller now, a little more filled out, she was my daughter.
We hugged for over a minute. She cried gently on my shoulder, snuffing the words, "I'm so so happy. I love you so much, daddy." I finally released her. I wondered when she would bring up the duffle tossed in the back of the Jeep and the absence of a car.
She stood, a lady now, not the lanky teen I had to leave, biting her lip, wiping the tears from her eyes. "So, dad.." I loved hearing that word again. "I used up whatever money I had or found in the house getting here."
"You took a big chance."
"Yeah, it really was an all-or-nothing long shot."
I smiled. "I've got a room. You still remember how to drive a standard?" I taught her in the backyard.
Back in my arms again, hugging me like she wants to be inside me. I feel a warmth that has been missing but also the stirring of a long-lost desire. I need to control that.
She lay her head on my shoulder. "How long can I stay?"
"You don't understand; this is your house, our house. You live here as long as you like."
Molly hugged me and cried, soaking my shirt, hugging me, mumbling, I love you, over and over. My life was whole again.
We stood on my, well, our screen porch, hugging. Only the tiny light over the stove in the kitchen. I finally let her go, our faces inches apart. The guilt in me raging. I need to stay in control.
"Hey, I have to get up early, and it's getting late for this old man."
Molly took my hand in hers, Small, delicate, but firm. "Not old, dad, mature. Just the way I like my men."
My daughter turned and walked into the house, leaving me stunned.
Molly brought her duffle into her new home, walking by me, standing in the living/dining area, into the second bedroom, her bedroom. My daughter's bedroom. It wasn't much, pretty spartan. I decorate like a man. The house is a work in progress; I bought it cheaply and have been making improvements as I go. Three bedrooms, one floor, two bathrooms.
I was in the master bath, a pretty fussy way to describe a small space. Naked, I was about to turn on the shower when a spot on the communal wall glowed. Taking out the old cabinet, I'd punched a hole in the wall. I'd forgotten about it and never noticed until now. I stared at the hole. I would be able to see the entire room. The room where my daughter was getting ready to shower. I'd only seen her naked once, a fleeting glance, long ago. No, I can't. Too risky. I could wreck everything. It's a small hole. If I turn the lights out...
Molly was at the mirror, just panties. Her breasts were perfect. More than a handful, but not much, pert, no sag. Her panties; worn, tired, sagging. She moved to her right, her lush hips pressed against the counter until the corner of the counter was between her thighs. My penis grew. I was naked. Molly put her hand to her mouth to muffle her groan as she pressed her cotton-covered sex into the corner of the counter. Up and down on her toes as she pleasured herself. Her nipples grew long, so very long. She pulled them with one hand, the other still in her mouth. The panties dark now with her excitement. I'm stroking my cock, uncaring of the risk. I've never watched a woman masturbate, and now I'm getting the best show a pervert dad could want. I grabbed a clean sock and put it in my mouth to muffle the panting.
Molly gripping the counter with both hands now. Pushing hard, racing to her orgasm, her eyes straight ahead. Is she looking at me? Does she see the small hole? No, no way. I'm edging now, holding off; I want to cum when Molly does. She gasps, clenches the counter. At her apex, a flow of clear fluid on the counter. My daughter cums a lot. I release my cock; I have an idea. Molly slips off her panties. She's shaved, standing there; she looks like she did when she was sixteen. I step away, take my shower, wait.
Dry and still naked, I hear her leave the bathroom, her door clicking shut. I wait. Five minutes, I'm in her bathroom, her clothes piled in the corner. The soaked panties on top.
My penis is harder than ever. Molly's panties pressed into my mouth, tasting her lust. I watched her fill these, and now, I can taste my daughter for the first time. My darkest secret, my deepest shame. I was close to acting on it once but held back. If Tyra ever found out, I'd be in prison now.
I cum like a fountain. I cum a lot anyway, but now, with her in my mouth, it's stronger, longer, and so, so good.
I sneak back, toss them on her clothes in the bathroom. I wanted to cum in them; bad idea, bad daddy.
I'm in the kitchen. It's early, still dark; coffee burbling away. She set the timer on the coffee maker. A sandwich in a Ziplock, my thermos full of iced tea. A post-it stuck the sandwich bag.
"Thank you, daddy. I love you."
I nearly cried.
I leave a note, a card, and the keys to the Jeep.
"Welcome home. The Jeeps yours. If you want something with a roof and doors, I'll get you one. Keep this card; go get whatever you need, no limit. I love you, Molly-moo."
My nickname for her in a past life.
Kyle noticed my change in mood immediately. I brushed it off, said I'd met someone I knew once. He smiled and, like a good friend, left it alone. After a long day, my shower was a welcome relief. I'd been thinking of her all day. My cock half-hard revisiting, watching her, smelling her, tasting her. Now I had my erection in my hand, my fingers wrapped around, wondering what it might feel like. Knowing I'll never know. Happy though.
In my mind, her riding me, me. Her wet, warm flow pouring over me. 'Oh, Molly baby, daddy loves you so much."
As I release, did I say that or just think it? How loud was I?
I rinse the river of cum off the wall. I have to be more careful.
Molly was on the couch as I came in. She was blushing, mumbling. "You, um, got a text."
Fuck. Kyle. We had an appointment set up for later tonight. I flicked the screen to the text. A picture, as usual. I need to lock this thing now. Kyle, naked, hard, Bonnie tied to the bed naked. "She's ready for you." the message. Molly's embarrassment made it obvious. She saw it.
"I've got an appointment."
Molly, half ignoring me. "Yeah, sure, okay. I was gonna make dinner. I'll save you some."
"Thanks." As I head out the door, embarrassed but very needy. Janet's going to get the shit fucked out of her tonight.
Molly said nothing about it; nothing changed. She got a job at Target the next day. She made me lunch every morning with that post-it or something else cute. I was in heaven. But conflicted. The next night, I watched. Naked, hard, peeking. Molly masturbated on the corner in new Victoria's panties, soaking them.
I thought the show was over. She slipped off her soaked panties and, as the water warmed, reached into the cabinet. A suction cup dildo, big, pink long, realistic. My daughter stuck it to the tile, and as I watched and masturbated, she fucked herself, making no attempt to be quiet. I came once, didn't go soft, and came again before Molly had a gasping climax. She looked at the wall. I pulled back. I shouldn't be doing this; it's dangerous. She's older now, more worldly, she could figure out her wonderful dad is actually a pervert.
My sexy daughter repeated that show every night, and I snuck in and borrowed her soaked panties. It was dangerous, but that made it even more exciting.
Friday night, we were out next to the pool, a few too many glasses into Jose. Guard down, like talking to an old friend. Talking about work and the weekend. The conversation lapsed. Tree frogs sang in the woods, the pool filter burbled. Molly rolled her glass around, looked up, caught my eyes. "It's none of my business. I'm so incredibly thankful and happy. If I'm out of line, say so."
I took a drink. I knew. "Go ahead. We're both adults here."
"How many?"
I smiled. "Just one."
"Is he there? When you're...?"
"Yes."
Molly smiled, then laughed lightly. "That, father, is fucked up."
"Not always; sometimes, I'm on top."
She nearly pissed laughing. Doubled over, gasping, she looked up, smiling. "This is wrong; you're my father. We shouldn't talk about this, but I can't help it. How?"
I was just drunk enough. My mind full of the wrong thoughts.
"It started at my first company Christmas party. My boss Kyle. He's forty, has a cute thin, redhead wife with a roving eye. She trapped me in a corner of the hall and talked to me, pressing her body against mine. It had been a while for me, so I, um, reacted. Janet pressed against me and gasped...."
Molly smiled. "Why? She was trying to seduce you."
I blushed, mumbled. "Size."
Molly blushed deeply but smiled. "Oh, that."
"Janet's eyes went wide, and she put her mouth to my ear and said, I need that. I pushed her away. No way, you're married to my boss. I walked away, went outside. I was on the patio with my beer when Kyle came out. I sighed, figuring my new life was off to a great start, getting fired in my first two months. He was direct. 'I want you to fuck Janet. I'll be there but not participating. If you're not interested, please do me the courtesy of keeping this to yourself.' He walked away.
"I'd heard of this stuff but never experienced it. I thought about it, and Monday, I saw Kyle and just said, 'tell me when and where.' He smiled and said, Janet, is going to be so happy. I'll text you.'
Molly had on loose shorts and that same tank top with no bra. It's her around-the-house clothes, and they drive me nuts. It was dark, and the outside lights were off. I saw her hand on her thigh moving up to the hem of her shorts. I had running shorts and a jock. I have to. No shirt, too fucking hot. I continued.
"So, a day later, Kyle sent me a text, actually a picture. I went over to his house and made Janet very happy. That was my first."
Molly waved her hand, sloshing tequila. "Ohhhh no, no, no. You're not doing that. I want details."
"Um, Mol, I know we're both adults here, but I'm your dad, and I'm not comfortable with that. You've said you're, um, experienced, so I'm sure you know what happened."
Molly was looped, and whatever filters she had were gone. I'd never seen my daughter drunk. It was cute.
"Experienced. Nice dad. Not sure if I like that, but yeah. I got 'experienced' at sixteen, almost seventeen. I stuck my nose into your life, so let me return the favor."
"You don't have to. I don't need to know."
Molly looked into my eyes. "I want you to. I've never told anybody about this part of my life.
"We moved into Frank's house. He was a creep. I heard them sexing it up every night. Then he started touching me. Nothing serious; I was a virgin, but not a dope. I left. Mom didn't care and didn't know why. My friend Bonnie's family took me in. They were amazing. Not really wealthy, for sure. I had to share Bonnie's room and bed."
Molly took a long drink and a deep breath. Still looking down. She was pretty drunk now, her body swaying. Her hand up her shorts leg.
"One night, Bonnie and I lay in bed. I was so lonely. I asked her for a hug. The hug turned into a kiss, and by morning we were lovers. I tasted my first girl and had my first sexual experience."
Molly looked up into my eyes. "We made love every night. I would lick her, and she would lick me. We explored each other's bodies. She got a fat carrot from the kitchen one night, and we lost our virginity."
I stifled a laugh. Molly frowned. "It's not funny, father. It was a signal event in my life. Don't be a doofus."
She took another drink, back to looking at her glass. "I'd had something inside me. I liked it. I wanted the real thing. I wanted a cock."
Molly was into her story. I watched her hand slip under the hem of her shorts. It was dark, but there was just enough light to see her hand moving.
"Bonnie's dad was handsome, older than you, but that's no surprise. He was very tactile but nice about it. I wanted him to be my first.
"It was not easy. He fought it all the way. He'd hug me, I'd feel his cock surge, and he'd pull away. I snuck out at night and listened to him fucking Susan. I got Bonnie to listen too, then we'd go back and have sex.
Molly had her eyes on mine now. She was hitting the story hard, watching to see if I stopped her. Challenging me. I smiled and said nothing, sipping my Jose. Molly's fingers were up the leg of her shorts.
"I was a sixteen-year-old virgin. Mom, after what happened to her, had me on the pill. I hinted, teased, flashed him. He smiled, I saw the bulge, but he did nothing.
"Then, one weekend, Susan and Bonnie went to see Susan's mother. She was in a nursing home an hour away.
"George was watching TV. I came in with just a long tee and my carters cotton panties. Shaking, I climbed right on his lap. He just stared at me. I could feel his penis under me, growing. He knew, told me we couldn't do this. I pressed my lips against his while I rubbed myself on his boner. He picked me up and took me to his room.
"He had briefs, Hanes, white, cute. He was hard. I thought it was huge, I found out later what huge was. My hands were shaking as I tugged those briefs down. He was panting, saying you don't have to. I looked up, told him I'd never done this. He sighed.
"I held his hard penis, studied it, then licked it. It flinched. I opened my mouth and put him in. I liked it instantly and knew I would love sucking cock."
I could smell her now. Excited. Her fingers in the leg of her shorts, moving. Her legs open. Not enough light to see, just shadows. I was so hard, restrained by my jock. I wanted to rub it; hell, I wanted to take it out. I didn't. I listened. Molly breathed deeply as she talked, looking up at the sky, avoiding me.
"He was only six inches or so, but it felt huge. He was slow and, oh, so gentle. The feeling as he entered me is one I'll never forget. I slept with him that night, we made love three times, finishing our last as Susan texted that they were on their way home. That night, after making Bonnie cum, I told her. She wasn't mad; she was jealous.
"With four people in a small house, it was nearly impossible to get George alone. We fucked, but it was hurried and rare. Bonnie and I loved each other every night, and I'd pretend to be her dad, licking her. It was kinky.
"It was like that till mom and shithead died. Now I'm here and happier than I've been in years. I'm really drunk."
I put my glass down. "Yeah, me too. I think we hit overshare territory a long time ago."
Molly got up, swayed, pointed at me. "Well, we're both adults, and now we know each other's dirty little secrets."
She swayed off to bed as I thought to myself, not all of them, my daughter.
Molly paused at the sliding door, just a shape in the darkness, whispering. "That hole works both ways."
She drifted into the house. I gulped the last of my drink and stared at the open door.
Went fishing with Kyle the next day. I was off, worried. Kyle noticed, made a joke, saying that Janet was still recovering. I laughed. I was scared. I'd spied on my daughter, used her wet panties to masturbate, probably moaned her name, and now she knew. I didn't know what to expect. Got home late, Janet recovered faster than we thought. Sunday seemed very normal. Sunday night, I lapsed and used Molly's panties again.
Monday, one of the loaders broke down on a job. It has a hard deadline, so I was out there till nine getting it running. I pulled into the driveway; the house was dark. Did she leave? No, the Jeep was there. Her door was closed. I showered and slipped on a pair of my oldest and loosest shorts. I needed time to think. Maybe a swim.
I opened the slider and heard her. She was in the pool. We hadn't used it since she got here. Under the weak light of a quarter moon, I watched her shadowy shape doing laps. I wasn't ready to talk, but I knew I had to confront my shame.
As I walked out, Molly was making a turn, just her head above the water. She waved and started another lap. Well, at least it wasn't a finger. She ended her lap at the cast in stairs. My eyes adjusted to the light, so as she walked out, I could see my daughter was naked. She stopped at the top. Six feet away.
"Don't look so shocked, daddy. You've seen me naked and more."
Molly walked the few steps, straddled the lounger, moving up until she settled her hips on mine. The water draining off her perfect breasts, a fat drop on each nipple, her wet body soaking my shorts. She leaned in, her lips brushing mine.
"About six months before the shit. I noticed my father. My father who had me at fourteen. You were my ideal, and I was excited that you looked at me differently now."
"Molly, I..."
Molly kissed my lips lightly to quiet me and continued. "I touched myself every night, pretending that my daddy had his big finger inside me. I snuck out once, watched you fuck mom. Naked in the hall, the door cracked open, me fingering my pussy, half hoping you'd see me. I knew you had taken my panties. Now I knew my daddy had a huge cock. Much bigger than Bonnie's dad."
As Molly told her story, she moved her hips. Just a little at first and then more, longer movements. My cock was growing, and she shifted to get it settled and ran her pussy over its length, shielded only by a thin layer of worn nylon.
"I was going to tease you, flash you. Make you so crazy for me. Then it happened, and I was watching you leave."
My hands were on her trim hips. She felt good, real good. My erection was down my right leg, and I knew the head of my cock was in the air. Molly was wet. I could smell her. Her breathing deep. She moved back, and I felt the head of my cock touch her soaked lips. She moved forward, pushing the leg of my shorts up out of the way.
"When Ching found you, I was stunned. My fantasy never went away. Any man I had, looked like you. I wanted my daddy back, but it had been years. You must have someone by now. You had to have grown out of stealing your teenage daughter's panties. I accepted that and came here."
Molly had my cock exposed; the leg of my shorts shoved up. My cock nestled lengthwise kissed along its length by her drenched vaginal lips.
"When you got here. I was ready for the worst. It just got better and better. You know. When I went to shower, I was horny. Daddy didn't have a new wife, not even a girlfriend, maybe. I love to rub off on the counter. I was so horny, needy. Then I saw the hole, sure I saw a change in the light. Yes, daddy was watching his daughter. I came so hard. After I heard you, I went back, watched my daddy stroke his huge dick sucking on my cum-filled panties. I did it every night."
Deep into her story, I didn't notice that Molly had maneuvered herself, and the head of my cock was now being kissed lightly by her pussy. I held her waist and pressed up, breaking contact.
"Molly, what I did was wrong. I'm weak. What we've done is wrong, but we can get past it. I'm your father. I shouldn't take advantage of you."
I felt a warm drop of Molly's essence land on the head of my cock. An owl hooted in the distance. The pool filter kicked on. Molly angled her head and pressed her lips to mine, talking.
"I'm twenty-two years old. I know what I want. I've wanted you since I watched you fuck my witch of a mother, wishing it was me under you, being filled. I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little girl."
My grip loosened, and once again, the head of my erection was at heaven's gate. Molly moved, an inch slid in. So fucking warm and wet.
"Molly. I need you to think. If we do this, our relationship will never be the same."
My daughter, her lips still brushing mine, her mouth open.
"I sure as fuck hope so."
As I felt my cock sliding into my daughter, she pressed her open mouth against mine, and I surrendered, kissed my little girl like a lover as she settled slowly, taking more of me. Our lips parted. Molly was panting
"Oh, fuck, daddy, this is so fucking good."
"I know, baby, so wrong, but so good."
She had half of me in her, and she was still moving down. I felt a wet rush over my cock.
"I came, daddy. You made me cum. The wrongness turns me on so fuckin much."
I was two-thirds in. "Molly, be careful. My cock is long, just pause there and enjoy."
Molly slid down. Taking another inch. "You know what my OBGYN said back when I was sixteen? He said I had the deepest pussy he'd ever seen. He said vagina, of course. I didn't know what that meant until now."
With that, Molly dropped. My cock fully inside her, the head just barely touching her cervix. She smiled.
"My pussy was made for my father's cock. I know because that dildo is the same size. Let's fuck, daddy. Let's fuck all the time. I love you."
On that lounge, under the dim light of the quarter moon, we made love, fucked. I didn't last long; my daughter has a filthy mouth. Molly just kept going, and I got hard again. My daughter seemed to be constantly orgasming. No woman had ever taken all of me. Perverted, sick, immoral, illegal, don't care. This was meant to be. My hands caressed her perfect breasts as her pussy slid up and down, so fucking warm and wet. Feeling the lush lips of my daughter's pussy against my body as she took all of me, over and over.
An hour later, we were in my oversized shower. I bathed my daughter and washed her hair, massaging her scalp. She purred. Her hair rinsed, she turned to face me.
"Know what I like to do?"
I was rubbing her hard nipples. "No, what?"
Molly slid down to the floor, water cascading over her body. "I really love to suck cock."
She took me into her mouth. I grew. She sucked me till I was rigid. "I love feeling your cock grow in my mouth. Sorry daddy, but my mouth isn't like my pussy. I won't be able to take it all."
"S'ok, baby. Do you mind if daddy cums in your mouth?"
Molly smiled up at me. "You fuckin better."
I shut the water off. Molly had one hand stroking me as she took what she could into her hot, young mouth. It felt amazing. Then a soapy finger found my hole. As she shoved her whole finger up my ass, I howled and came a gusher. Her cheeks billowed, her eyes wide as a bit of cum leaked around the seal of her lips. She pulled back and swallowed, smiling.
"Best blowjob I ever had, daddy. You always cum like that?"
I helped her up. "Only for you, baby."
She stepped out of the shower, reached for a towel. "Good answer, dad."
So, Molly moved to my, well, our bed. We didn't bother with clothes anymore. With no neighbors, we were safe. The following day, I woke Molly by licking her shaved pussy. Her eyes opened, and she purred.
"You're good, daddy."
She gasped, and my mouth filled. I swallowed and looked up.
"I shaved for you. I want you to imagine you're eating a little teenager's hot wet pussy. Suck my clit, daddy. I want to cum on your face again."
I did. I captured her clit and sucked it like a little cock while I slid a big fat finger inside her and found her G-spot. After a minute, she screamed, and juice jetted out of her pussy, soaking my face and the bed. I sat back. Molly lay there, breathless and panting, her mouth open.
"I've never done that. You made me cum harder than I ever have. Oh fuck, I love you, daddy. Fuck me fast, dad, we're gonna be late for work.
I did, we weren't, but it was close.
Kyle noticed immediately. "Your past is wearing you out." I laughed. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna need vitamins." He lowered his voice. "Look, if what we have is going to be a problem, I'll understand." I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "Thank you. That means a lot. I don't know yet." Kyle said, "It's up to you."
I walked in the door that afternoon, still dirty, to see my daughter bent over the arm of the couch, her target uniform around her ankles, her pussy wide open and running.
"Oh baby, let me shower."
Molly, panting. "Shower later, fuck now. I need my daddy."
As my cock went in, she moaned. "Oh, so fucking good."
I made love to my daughter on that couch. She came five times before I plunged deep and released inside her taboo pussy. I pulled out and laughed. Her pert round ass had a dirty handprint, and her curvy waist had two handprints where I held her as I rammed my dad cock into her. She looked and laughed. "So worth it. Now we can shower."
After we dried each other, Molly announced that we were now a nudist and free-use home.
"What's free use?"
Molly gently held my cock. "Either one of us, anytime, anywhere."
It was fun. We didn't always cum, but I was hard a lot, and Molly almost always wet. We slept together now. A bit more sleeping and a bit less fucking. One morning, Molly rolled over on top of me. "So, dad, you're not visiting Janet and Kyle."
"We talked; he knew I'd met someone from my past and said he'd understand if I was not interested anymore."
Molly laughed. "Someone from your past. Good one, dad."
"Well, we have different last names. I changed mine to Conners after the trial, and it's going to be obvious sooner or later. I mean, you living here and all."
"Thank you, father. I appreciate that, and I like the way you're thinking. So, I'm your curvy little girlfriend?"
Molly was rubbing her smooth pussy on my rigid dick. I pinched her nipple. "You have a problem with that?"
Molly shifted, and my cock slid in. "Oh fuck no. I get so excited that Kyle knows we're fucking but doesn't know I'm your daughter."
"Ohhhhhh, you feel sooo good, baby. You're a kinky girl."
Molly stopped with all my cock inside her. "I want to be watched. I want somebody watching us have sex. Watching us do the taboo."
"Do they have to know?"
"No, just us knowing is enough."
Further discussion was lost in our lovemaking.
A few days later, I mentioned that our secretary had left due to pregnancy and Molly might want to apply for the job.
"MMMMM, then we can fuck at work too?"
I laughed. "No, young lady, we cannot. You need to behave, and we need to keep us on the down low, at least for a while. You look like your mom, and we have different last names, but let's be careful."
I was out on a job when Molly applied and, of course, got the job. I got home, Molly was in the pool. When I stepped out of the shower, she was there, naked, of course, and kneeling on a doubled towel. I stood before her as she slipped my growing cock into her warm, young mouth. I grew, looking down into my daughter's eyes, her mouth around her father's cock. She paused, talking, letting her lips touch the head of my cock.
"You failed to advise me that Kyle, of Kyle and Janet, the sex fiends, was your boss. I nearly choked when he introduced himself. And oh, by the way, he's kinda hot."
I gently held her head. "You getting ideas?"
Molly's soft hand fondled my balls. "Maybe. Like I said, I want to be watched."
Her mouth felt so good I stopped talking. All too soon, I was there.
"Oh, baby. Daddies cumming. I'm gonna cum in my daughter's hot mouth."
Molly was fingering herself while she sucked me and moaned deeply at what I said. I watched her cum drip on the towel as I jetted into her mouth. Molly gulped and sucked. Sensing I was done, she let me slide out of her mouth. She stayed on her knees, smiling up at me.
"So, dad. We're kinda new at this, but you've shared with me. You know I've been with Bonnie, so I'm good with licking pussy. Um, what I'd really like to try is getting my ass fucked."
Molly held my soft cock. "But this is NEVER going there."
We both laughed, and I helped her up. "I certainly understand."
Molly toyed with her nipple. "So, father, just how big is Kyle?"
I cupped her firm ass as we walked to the kitchen to make dinner. "Well, my horny daughter, I never measured it, but I'd say about a thin six inches with a small head."
Molly bumped hips with me. "So that's why Janet wants a bull."
I smiled. Molly stopped and turned to me. "I'm sorry, dad. I got ahead of myself. You have to be cool with this, first and foremost."
I hugged Molly. It's really nice to hug naked. "Let me think about it. Right now, I think it would be fucking hot to have sex with my daughter while being watched, and I think I'd like to watch you have sex."
Molly rubbed her curvy body against me. "With a girl or a guy?"
I leaned over and sucked her nipple. She gasped. "Both. But let me sleep on it to be sure."
Molly cradled my erect penis. "Would you sleep on me first?"
"Every night, my daughter, every night."
So, for a few days, we let the idea settle. Kyle came out in the yard one day when it was just us. "Thanks for sending Molly here. She's very good."
I tried to look surprised. Kyle laughed. "I see the way you look at her. You're doing a terrible job at hiding this. Molly came here applying for a job I hadn't posted yet."
I blushed, stammered. Kyle put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, you know we are cool. Molly's great. I can see why you like her. Yeah, the age thing. I don't care. I know all too well that the heart wants what the heart wants. The three of us had a lot of fun, and I understand. I just wanted to let you know, man-to-man."
I hugged him. Totally spontaneous. "Thanks, Kyle. That means a lot. And uh, about the other thing. Well, Molly knows and is cool and may want to join in."
Kyle just stared at me for a few seconds. "Jim, are you sure?"
"Molly lives with me now. We have no secrets, well, after she shared the thing about wanting us to be watched and more, so yeah. She wants to meet Janet first."
I could see the bulge in Kyle's pants. I rubbed it lightly as a joke. We tease like this, but nothing more. "I think you want my girlfriend."
Kyle blushed. "Sorry, couldn't help it."
"So, I guess if I tell you she wants her ass fucked, it'll make this worse?"
Kyle walked away. "I'm going to ask Janet to stop by. She'll suck me off while Molly works in the outer office. You mind?"
"Nope. It's all up to Molly now."
Molly bent over the couch, full of my cum, panting. "He knows, doesn't he?'
I helped her up. "He hadn't posted the job. Yeah, he knows you're my girlfriend."
Molly wiped her dripping pussy. "Janet stopped by. They were in his office a while. They were fucking. I could hear. She came out after, and we talked. She's very pretty and tactile. What did you tell them, father dear?"
I repeated my conversation. Molly stood there, slack-jawed. "What the fuck? Really?"
I put my hands on her shoulders. "You have to trust me on this."
Molly got a wicked smile. "I do, dad. I do. Set it up; I'm ready if you are." She looked down. "Oh yeah, you are. Dinner will wait; it's role-play time."
Dinner was very late.
On the way to Kyle and Janet's, I explained how our sex parties worked. Molly laughed. "Dad, I saw the text. Your idea of foreplay is taking your clothes off."
"Yeah, well, we all know why I'm there, you know?"
"I'll admit, I'm a little nervous but also super excited."
I looked down at my hard cock, barely disguised by the thin running shorts. Molly and I had dressed alike, just loose shorts and a tee shirt. Underwear was just an impediment to getting naked.
"Yeah, me too. I've never done anything like this."
Molly slid over and gently gripped my cock. "You gonna be okay watching Kyle fuck your daughter and lover?"
My clock flexed. Molly squeezed. "Looks like my father is going to get a show tonight."
I slid my hand between my daughter's legs. The gusset of her shorts was already soaked. "I'm going to give one too. A taboo, nasty show of just how much a daddy can love his little girl."
"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck." Molly purred, "Drive faster."
I opened the door to Kyle's house, and we stepped in and down a short hallway to the living room.
Cathedral ceiling, a glass wall overlooking an inlet off the ocean, wide curved stairway to a balcony, and carved wooden doors for the bedrooms. Soft classical music in the background, Kyle and Janet barefoot in matching terrycloth robes standing in front of a substantial sectional. They smiled as we stopped in front of them.
The tension was palpable. Normally when I arrive, they are in the bedroom, naked and hard. I strip and mount Janet. I searched for just the right thing to say.
Molly smiled, kicked off her flips, and as the three of us watched, tossed off her shirt, shoved her shorts down, walked up to Kyle, opened his robe, and locked onto him, pressing her open mouth to his. It took him a second and a glance at me nodding yes. His hands cupped my daughter's hard, round ass, and it was on. I noticed the jewel circle at my daughter's asshole.
I stripped, Janet slid the robe off, laughing. "Your girlfriend knows how to break the ice."
Janet and I embraced, her guiding my cock between her legs, rubbing my length along her soaked slit as we kissed. She paused, we looked.
Molly on her knees with all of Kyle's cock in her mouth. Kyle, his hands gently on her head, watching. He looked up. "This is so fucked up and hot."
Molly released Kyle's cock with a slurp. "Where's the bedroom? I want you two to watch Jim and I fuck; then it's your turn."
I was first into the room and lay on the bed. Just the sheet and I heard the crinkle of plastic under it. I smiled at Janet as she walked in. "Yeah, we just got this mattress. You and I wrecked the last one."
Kyle came in with Molly, his hand on her ass. She moved to Janet, looked into her eyes, saw permission, and embraced her. My cock twitched, watching two women I'd loved making out. Their breasts pushed against each other, hands caressing the other's butt, grinding, moaning. As Janet's hands clenched Molly's ass. We could clearly see the jeweled butt plug. Then, hands moving between each other's legs. They shifted, and Kyle and I could watch my daughter and his wife finger each other. Molly gently disengaged. "You're next, Janet, but right now, watch me fuck my da...(cough) boyfriend."
Nobody noticed her almost mistake. We were too busy watching as she climbed on top of me, reached down, and put my raging erection at her entrance. She paused there. Kyle and Janet stared, open-mouthed. Molly smiled. "I have an interesting body. My pussy is very deep, watch."
As Janet and Kyle gasped, Molly slid down my cock. I nearly came. So hot being watched fucking my daughter. Janet mumbled, "The whole fucking thing." As Molly's hips settled on mine. My daughter shifted on my cock, I fought to hold back. "The head of Jim's cock is just touching my cervix. Sometimes we fuck for hours. He's the biggest I've ever had."
Not satisfied with driving Kyle and Janet nuts with her show, Molly kept talking.
"Kyle. I want to watch you fuck Janet. Then, I want you to fuck my ass. You have the perfect ass-fucking cock. Then, Janet, I want to lick your pussy. Cum all over my face Janet."
Janet quaked, and I watched the liquid run down her leg. "Kyle, she made me cum, just by talking to me."
"Kyle, time for your show."
Janet got on all fours. Molly switched to reverse cowboy as Janet moved between my legs. Kyle held Janet's hips and slammed into her as Molly and Janet kissed.
"Molly baby, I'm close."
Molly stopped and moved off. "Ohhhh, not yet. Your first cum is gonna be in Janet. I hear she howls. Kyle, you go lube?"
Kyle got the tube as Molly got on all fours. Pulling hard, she reached back and removed the fat plug from her ass. "I wanted to be ready for you, Kyle."
Janet moved over me. "You okay with fucking an old lady now that you have a sexy young girlfriend?"
I fondled her large breasts. "I'll always want you."
Janet gently slid onto my cock. "You know just the right thing to say."
Next to us, Kyle gently fingered my daughter's hole with two fingers of lube. Molly moaned. "Do it, Kyle. Jim wants to watch you fuck my ass."
Janet laughed; my cock nestled at her cervix. "What a mouth."
I pushed a little, "You'll find out soon enough."
Janet lifted and fucked my cock. "I've never been with a woman."
I pinched her nipples, she came, flooding me. "You don't have to."
Janet put her hands on my chest and lifted up and down. "I fucking love your great big cock, and I want to lick my first pussy while you both watch."
Janet rode me, going deeper and deeper till I was in her cervix. She must like the pain. Molly kept talking as Kyle pillaged her ass. "Kyle, I've never had my ass fucked. I've been practicing with a dildo. Harder, Kyle, give it to me.
I'd like t say we lasted for hours, but in a few minutes, Kyle plunged deep, groaning, "Oh baby, daddy's coming in your ass."
Molly looked over at me. I smiled. "I didn't mention that they like nasty role-play."
Janet had me at the edge. "Cum in me, brother; I hear mom's car."
I shoved up and jetted deep inside Janet as her orgasm flooded over me. We all just held, panting for a minute. Kyle pulled out of Molly, and Janet climbed off. Molly playfully shoved Janet on her back and climbed on, arranging her pussy over Janet's face as my daughter put her mouth to Janet's cum filled pussy. Kyle stood next to me, and we watched the girls make love. The liquid sound of tongues in pussies. I nudged Kyle.
"For a first-timer, your wife seems to like girl sex."
Kyle nodded, turned to me. "Yes, and now we all share a secret. Janet and I are not married."
My face gave away my question. Kyle gave me a knowing smile. "You see, Mr. James Stark, it is illegal to marry your sister."
I stared, fear, curiosity, more fear, confusion. Molly and Janet vigorously making love seemed so out of place all of a sudden. Kyle put his hand on my shoulder.
"Janet and I are twins. We've been having sex since we were teenagers. We have a brother, Al. He joined us. He later got married and moved away. His wife does not know and would disapprove. But he works for the FBI. He vets all my employees to help us keep our secret. I knew all about you, read the news articles, even the court case. When Molly came to apply, I remembered the name. Watching you two and you admitting she was your lover was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm sorry for prying into your life."
I shook my head. This was too much. Janet came, and Molly sucked her pussy to drink every ounce. I turned to Kyle. "You think we can figure out a way to fuck them while they eat each other?"
Kyle laughed, and we climbed onto the bed. "I think it's gonna be a long night."
I laughed as I slid my cock along Janet's lips and into Molly's pussy. "Here's to family love."
Kyle, already deep inside his sister, gave me a high five. "None better."
Six months later, Molly lay on Kyles's bed, cum dripping from everywhere. She grinned from ear to ear.
"I'm pregnant."
Janet and Kyle yelped with joy. They were both fixed, so everybody knew it was mine.
"I'm," she paused and pointed to me, "We are going to raise them, yes it's twins, in a clothing-free, sex-positive and obvious home, and maybe, when they are old enough, they will want to join us."
Had kid at 14. He's 36 now. 36-14=22
Left her at 30. She was 22-6=16
Tyra/Frank
She's not my sister; I don't have one. This is her dirty fantasy. I pull back, flip her over onto her front, pull her hips up. She's panting, face pressed into the hotel sheets. "Oh yeah, from behind, doggie me, bro. Mom and dad will be home soon."
My hands move over her soft skin, around her hips, cupping the blades of her pelvis for leverage; I push in, she groans, cums again. I feel the head of my penis moving into her cervix. It has to hurt, but it's what she demands. Her moans a mix of lust and pain.
"I'm gonna cum, sis."
Muffled by Hilton cotton, "Breed me, bro. Give sissy a baby."
I bury myself and enjoy my release. Hot jets; her orgasm wrapped around mine. The best part of the night.
She collapses on the bed pulling her red, abused vagina away from me, our combined climax running out. A naked body brushes past me, gently pushing me out of the way. A man, skinny, with an average cock, rampant and dripping. Kyle, her husband. He flings himself at her, rolling her on her back. She's limp, spent. He dives in, pressing his mouth to her sex, cleaning her, our orgasms with his tongue. He pauses, face still against her pussy.
"Thanks, Jim."
I pat him on his tight little ass; he likes that. "No problem, boss. See ya in the yard tomorrow."
As Kyle cleans his wife and gets ready to fuck her ass, I slip on my sweatpants and tee; slide my feet into my untied sneakers. I'll shower at home.
It's warm down here. It's always warm when it isn't hot. Opening the door of my truck, I look at the five-story hotel and wonder how many rooms hold people cheating on their spouses or, like Kyle, asking other men to fuck their wives. I slide in, smiling, start the big Ford up and pull out. I'll bet it's more than I think.
Since this is a sex story, I'll describe myself. I'm Jim. I'm thirty-six years old, single, divorced. My hobby is my body. I'm no mirror worshipper, but after a very rough time when I was younger, it became my therapy. I'm six foot even, 180, with 15% body fat. I run, lift, train in Krav Maga. I've got brown hair and eyes, no facial hair. I shave my body and fuck another man's wife while he watches. My cock is close to nine inches long when fully erect. It's thick, and it's got a big smooth head. It's what I was gifted with.
On the interstate, near my exit, the phone goes off, just a number, no name, spam. I let it go.
It's late. I shower and crash. Six AM is early.
Monday. I hate the alarm. My clothes are laid out, Carhart pants, old faded, company tee, stained, torn, tall steel-toed boots. I'm blue-collar through and through and proud of it. Over my coffee, I unplug my phone, a voicemail. Looking at the clock—I'm late, it waited this long, it'll wait longer. I've gotta change the tracks on that antique D9 dozer today, and it's gonna be a bitch.
I park my F250 diesel and climb out. Kyle comes out of the office, neat in his chinos and company polo. "How's she doin today?" I ask.
Kyle smiles. "Be in bed all day, smiling."
I laugh. "Well, she did ask for it."
Kyle claps me on the shoulder. "And we both know she will again."
At coffee time, I step away. The voicemail was from that number last night. I'm curious.
"Um, hi. I'm Molly Stark. I'm looking for James Conners. This isn't legal or court shit. I'm his daughter. So, um, if that's you and you want to, I'd like to talk to you. Thanks."
I sat, leaning against the huge tire of a front-end loader, and stared at my phone. Molly, my daughter. Back then, she had been my whole life, my greatest joy. Until. She'd be twenty-two now. I haven't seen her since the divorce six years ago, after the trial and my acquittal.
The rest of the day dragged. I need to answer her. After what my ex said, I don't know what to expect. How'd she find me? Why bother looking for me? Maybe revenge for things that never happened?
Five O'clock, in my truck, the call ringing. Voicemail. It'll have to do for now. "Hi, this is James Conners. Yes, I'm your father. Call me." I ended it, didn't know what else to say.
After an hour and a half at the gym, still no answer.
As I pulled up my long driveway, I saw her leaning against my old Jeep. The setting sun shadowing the curves of her body.
Dammit, she looks just like her mother did at that age. Tall, curvy, long sun-bleached blonde hair, small on top, no, not small, just not huge. Nylon shorts pulled up tight, a tank top, hint of her nipples. The full-sleeve tattoo was different. I stopped the truck, shut it off, and walked toward her. She straightened up, finger combed her hair. I stop bout ten feet away, watching her hands; she could have a knife. She stood tall and straight like I taught her.
"I'm sorry to stalk you and kinda trap you, but I wasn't sure you'd talk to me. I found out a lot of things in the last few months, and that's what drove me to find you."
I stood, arms at my side, waiting, still not sure. Molly took a breath.
"Mom's dead. Her and shithead, the guy she left you for, died in a crash about four months ago. I had to clean out her estate, and I found a lot of papers, and when I cracked her laptop, I found out more. I found out you're not the man I was told about. You're the man I remember as a teenager. Can I get a second chance?"
I made tacos. Fast and easy. Molly talked and talked. I listened. We ate on the screen porch, looking out on the pool, four acres of field ending in trees. No neighbors. Telling me what she found out, and I already knew because I lived it. Tyra loved money and sex. I worked day and night to feed that need for money, but I couldn't be home at the same time. She took a lover, wealthy, controlling. I was accused of molestation, put on trial. Molly tricked into saying things that she wasn't sure of. My name dragged through the mud, beat the charge but not the bad rep. I went from super dad to scum.
I moved away, changed my name to Conners, started over at thirty. The look on Molly's face when I left was like being gutted. Now she's sitting across from me, nearly crying. She stopped at the end of her tale of discovery.
"So, dad, was any of what mom claimed true?"
"No. Frank ruled her, and she liked that. Divorce wasn't good enough for him. He had a need to destroy. He couldn't destroy me, but he wrecked my life. I had to leave town, legally change my name, and start over.
"I was surprised and scared when I got your call. I know what you were told. But the faint chance I could be part of your life was worth the risk. I would never have been able to find you. I'm glad you found me, but I'll be damned if I know how."
She smiled. "It wasn't easy. I was getting nowhere until I literally hooked up with a geek. It was the price for his skill. Sex with him was amusing, but this was his best lead. I looked at that number for over a week before I made that call."
I stood up. "I'm glad you did. Can I get a hug?"
She leaped up and collided with me; in that instant, six years evaporated. Taller now, a little more filled out, she was my daughter.
We hugged for over a minute. She cried gently on my shoulder, snuffing the words, "I'm so so happy. I love you so much, daddy." I finally released her. I wondered when she would bring up the duffle tossed in the back of the Jeep and the absence of a car.
She stood, a lady now, not the lanky teen I had to leave, biting her lip, wiping the tears from her eyes. "So, dad.." I loved hearing that word again. "I used up whatever money I had or found in the house getting here."
"You took a big chance."
"Yeah, it really was an all-or-nothing long shot."
I smiled. "I've got a room. You still remember how to drive a standard?" I taught her in the backyard.
Back in my arms again, hugging me like she wants to be inside me. I feel a warmth that has been missing but also the stirring of a long-lost desire. I need to control that.
She lay her head on my shoulder. "How long can I stay?"
"You don't understand; this is your house, our house. You live here as long as you like."
Molly hugged me and cried, soaking my shirt, hugging me, mumbling, I love you, over and over. My life was whole again.
We stood on my, well, our screen porch, hugging. Only the tiny light over the stove in the kitchen. I finally let her go, our faces inches apart. The guilt in me raging. I need to stay in control.
"Hey, I have to get up early, and it's getting late for this old man."
Molly took my hand in hers, Small, delicate, but firm. "Not old, dad, mature. Just the way I like my men."
My daughter turned and walked into the house, leaving me stunned.
Molly brought her duffle into her new home, walking by me, standing in the living/dining area, into the second bedroom, her bedroom. My daughter's bedroom. It wasn't much, pretty spartan. I decorate like a man. The house is a work in progress; I bought it cheaply and have been making improvements as I go. Three bedrooms, one floor, two bathrooms.
I was in the master bath, a pretty fussy way to describe a small space. Naked, I was about to turn on the shower when a spot on the communal wall glowed. Taking out the old cabinet, I'd punched a hole in the wall. I'd forgotten about it and never noticed until now. I stared at the hole. I would be able to see the entire room. The room where my daughter was getting ready to shower. I'd only seen her naked once, a fleeting glance, long ago. No, I can't. Too risky. I could wreck everything. It's a small hole. If I turn the lights out...
Molly was at the mirror, just panties. Her breasts were perfect. More than a handful, but not much, pert, no sag. Her panties; worn, tired, sagging. She moved to her right, her lush hips pressed against the counter until the corner of the counter was between her thighs. My penis grew. I was naked. Molly put her hand to her mouth to muffle her groan as she pressed her cotton-covered sex into the corner of the counter. Up and down on her toes as she pleasured herself. Her nipples grew long, so very long. She pulled them with one hand, the other still in her mouth. The panties dark now with her excitement. I'm stroking my cock, uncaring of the risk. I've never watched a woman masturbate, and now I'm getting the best show a pervert dad could want. I grabbed a clean sock and put it in my mouth to muffle the panting.
Molly gripping the counter with both hands now. Pushing hard, racing to her orgasm, her eyes straight ahead. Is she looking at me? Does she see the small hole? No, no way. I'm edging now, holding off; I want to cum when Molly does. She gasps, clenches the counter. At her apex, a flow of clear fluid on the counter. My daughter cums a lot. I release my cock; I have an idea. Molly slips off her panties. She's shaved, standing there; she looks like she did when she was sixteen. I step away, take my shower, wait.
Dry and still naked, I hear her leave the bathroom, her door clicking shut. I wait. Five minutes, I'm in her bathroom, her clothes piled in the corner. The soaked panties on top.
My penis is harder than ever. Molly's panties pressed into my mouth, tasting her lust. I watched her fill these, and now, I can taste my daughter for the first time. My darkest secret, my deepest shame. I was close to acting on it once but held back. If Tyra ever found out, I'd be in prison now.
I cum like a fountain. I cum a lot anyway, but now, with her in my mouth, it's stronger, longer, and so, so good.
I sneak back, toss them on her clothes in the bathroom. I wanted to cum in them; bad idea, bad daddy.
I'm in the kitchen. It's early, still dark; coffee burbling away. She set the timer on the coffee maker. A sandwich in a Ziplock, my thermos full of iced tea. A post-it stuck the sandwich bag.
"Thank you, daddy. I love you."
I nearly cried.
I leave a note, a card, and the keys to the Jeep.
"Welcome home. The Jeeps yours. If you want something with a roof and doors, I'll get you one. Keep this card; go get whatever you need, no limit. I love you, Molly-moo."
My nickname for her in a past life.
Kyle noticed my change in mood immediately. I brushed it off, said I'd met someone I knew once. He smiled and, like a good friend, left it alone. After a long day, my shower was a welcome relief. I'd been thinking of her all day. My cock half-hard revisiting, watching her, smelling her, tasting her. Now I had my erection in my hand, my fingers wrapped around, wondering what it might feel like. Knowing I'll never know. Happy though.
In my mind, her riding me, me. Her wet, warm flow pouring over me. 'Oh, Molly baby, daddy loves you so much."
As I release, did I say that or just think it? How loud was I?
I rinse the river of cum off the wall. I have to be more careful.
Molly was on the couch as I came in. She was blushing, mumbling. "You, um, got a text."
Fuck. Kyle. We had an appointment set up for later tonight. I flicked the screen to the text. A picture, as usual. I need to lock this thing now. Kyle, naked, hard, Bonnie tied to the bed naked. "She's ready for you." the message. Molly's embarrassment made it obvious. She saw it.
"I've got an appointment."
Molly, half ignoring me. "Yeah, sure, okay. I was gonna make dinner. I'll save you some."
"Thanks." As I head out the door, embarrassed but very needy. Janet's going to get the shit fucked out of her tonight.
Molly said nothing about it; nothing changed. She got a job at Target the next day. She made me lunch every morning with that post-it or something else cute. I was in heaven. But conflicted. The next night, I watched. Naked, hard, peeking. Molly masturbated on the corner in new Victoria's panties, soaking them.
I thought the show was over. She slipped off her soaked panties and, as the water warmed, reached into the cabinet. A suction cup dildo, big, pink long, realistic. My daughter stuck it to the tile, and as I watched and masturbated, she fucked herself, making no attempt to be quiet. I came once, didn't go soft, and came again before Molly had a gasping climax. She looked at the wall. I pulled back. I shouldn't be doing this; it's dangerous. She's older now, more worldly, she could figure out her wonderful dad is actually a pervert.
My sexy daughter repeated that show every night, and I snuck in and borrowed her soaked panties. It was dangerous, but that made it even more exciting.
Friday night, we were out next to the pool, a few too many glasses into Jose. Guard down, like talking to an old friend. Talking about work and the weekend. The conversation lapsed. Tree frogs sang in the woods, the pool filter burbled. Molly rolled her glass around, looked up, caught my eyes. "It's none of my business. I'm so incredibly thankful and happy. If I'm out of line, say so."
I took a drink. I knew. "Go ahead. We're both adults here."
"How many?"
I smiled. "Just one."
"Is he there? When you're...?"
"Yes."
Molly smiled, then laughed lightly. "That, father, is fucked up."
"Not always; sometimes, I'm on top."
She nearly pissed laughing. Doubled over, gasping, she looked up, smiling. "This is wrong; you're my father. We shouldn't talk about this, but I can't help it. How?"
I was just drunk enough. My mind full of the wrong thoughts.
"It started at my first company Christmas party. My boss Kyle. He's forty, has a cute thin, redhead wife with a roving eye. She trapped me in a corner of the hall and talked to me, pressing her body against mine. It had been a while for me, so I, um, reacted. Janet pressed against me and gasped...."
Molly smiled. "Why? She was trying to seduce you."
I blushed, mumbled. "Size."
Molly blushed deeply but smiled. "Oh, that."
"Janet's eyes went wide, and she put her mouth to my ear and said, I need that. I pushed her away. No way, you're married to my boss. I walked away, went outside. I was on the patio with my beer when Kyle came out. I sighed, figuring my new life was off to a great start, getting fired in my first two months. He was direct. 'I want you to fuck Janet. I'll be there but not participating. If you're not interested, please do me the courtesy of keeping this to yourself.' He walked away.
"I'd heard of this stuff but never experienced it. I thought about it, and Monday, I saw Kyle and just said, 'tell me when and where.' He smiled and said, Janet, is going to be so happy. I'll text you.'
Molly had on loose shorts and that same tank top with no bra. It's her around-the-house clothes, and they drive me nuts. It was dark, and the outside lights were off. I saw her hand on her thigh moving up to the hem of her shorts. I had running shorts and a jock. I have to. No shirt, too fucking hot. I continued.
"So, a day later, Kyle sent me a text, actually a picture. I went over to his house and made Janet very happy. That was my first."
Molly waved her hand, sloshing tequila. "Ohhhh no, no, no. You're not doing that. I want details."
"Um, Mol, I know we're both adults here, but I'm your dad, and I'm not comfortable with that. You've said you're, um, experienced, so I'm sure you know what happened."
Molly was looped, and whatever filters she had were gone. I'd never seen my daughter drunk. It was cute.
"Experienced. Nice dad. Not sure if I like that, but yeah. I got 'experienced' at sixteen, almost seventeen. I stuck my nose into your life, so let me return the favor."
"You don't have to. I don't need to know."
Molly looked into my eyes. "I want you to. I've never told anybody about this part of my life.
"We moved into Frank's house. He was a creep. I heard them sexing it up every night. Then he started touching me. Nothing serious; I was a virgin, but not a dope. I left. Mom didn't care and didn't know why. My friend Bonnie's family took me in. They were amazing. Not really wealthy, for sure. I had to share Bonnie's room and bed."
Molly took a long drink and a deep breath. Still looking down. She was pretty drunk now, her body swaying. Her hand up her shorts leg.
"One night, Bonnie and I lay in bed. I was so lonely. I asked her for a hug. The hug turned into a kiss, and by morning we were lovers. I tasted my first girl and had my first sexual experience."
Molly looked up into my eyes. "We made love every night. I would lick her, and she would lick me. We explored each other's bodies. She got a fat carrot from the kitchen one night, and we lost our virginity."
I stifled a laugh. Molly frowned. "It's not funny, father. It was a signal event in my life. Don't be a doofus."
She took another drink, back to looking at her glass. "I'd had something inside me. I liked it. I wanted the real thing. I wanted a cock."
Molly was into her story. I watched her hand slip under the hem of her shorts. It was dark, but there was just enough light to see her hand moving.
"Bonnie's dad was handsome, older than you, but that's no surprise. He was very tactile but nice about it. I wanted him to be my first.
"It was not easy. He fought it all the way. He'd hug me, I'd feel his cock surge, and he'd pull away. I snuck out at night and listened to him fucking Susan. I got Bonnie to listen too, then we'd go back and have sex.
Molly had her eyes on mine now. She was hitting the story hard, watching to see if I stopped her. Challenging me. I smiled and said nothing, sipping my Jose. Molly's fingers were up the leg of her shorts.
"I was a sixteen-year-old virgin. Mom, after what happened to her, had me on the pill. I hinted, teased, flashed him. He smiled, I saw the bulge, but he did nothing.
"Then, one weekend, Susan and Bonnie went to see Susan's mother. She was in a nursing home an hour away.
"George was watching TV. I came in with just a long tee and my carters cotton panties. Shaking, I climbed right on his lap. He just stared at me. I could feel his penis under me, growing. He knew, told me we couldn't do this. I pressed my lips against his while I rubbed myself on his boner. He picked me up and took me to his room.
"He had briefs, Hanes, white, cute. He was hard. I thought it was huge, I found out later what huge was. My hands were shaking as I tugged those briefs down. He was panting, saying you don't have to. I looked up, told him I'd never done this. He sighed.
"I held his hard penis, studied it, then licked it. It flinched. I opened my mouth and put him in. I liked it instantly and knew I would love sucking cock."
I could smell her now. Excited. Her fingers in the leg of her shorts, moving. Her legs open. Not enough light to see, just shadows. I was so hard, restrained by my jock. I wanted to rub it; hell, I wanted to take it out. I didn't. I listened. Molly breathed deeply as she talked, looking up at the sky, avoiding me.
"He was only six inches or so, but it felt huge. He was slow and, oh, so gentle. The feeling as he entered me is one I'll never forget. I slept with him that night, we made love three times, finishing our last as Susan texted that they were on their way home. That night, after making Bonnie cum, I told her. She wasn't mad; she was jealous.
"With four people in a small house, it was nearly impossible to get George alone. We fucked, but it was hurried and rare. Bonnie and I loved each other every night, and I'd pretend to be her dad, licking her. It was kinky.
"It was like that till mom and shithead died. Now I'm here and happier than I've been in years. I'm really drunk."
I put my glass down. "Yeah, me too. I think we hit overshare territory a long time ago."
Molly got up, swayed, pointed at me. "Well, we're both adults, and now we know each other's dirty little secrets."
She swayed off to bed as I thought to myself, not all of them, my daughter.
Molly paused at the sliding door, just a shape in the darkness, whispering. "That hole works both ways."
She drifted into the house. I gulped the last of my drink and stared at the open door.
Went fishing with Kyle the next day. I was off, worried. Kyle noticed, made a joke, saying that Janet was still recovering. I laughed. I was scared. I'd spied on my daughter, used her wet panties to masturbate, probably moaned her name, and now she knew. I didn't know what to expect. Got home late, Janet recovered faster than we thought. Sunday seemed very normal. Sunday night, I lapsed and used Molly's panties again.
Monday, one of the loaders broke down on a job. It has a hard deadline, so I was out there till nine getting it running. I pulled into the driveway; the house was dark. Did she leave? No, the Jeep was there. Her door was closed. I showered and slipped on a pair of my oldest and loosest shorts. I needed time to think. Maybe a swim.
I opened the slider and heard her. She was in the pool. We hadn't used it since she got here. Under the weak light of a quarter moon, I watched her shadowy shape doing laps. I wasn't ready to talk, but I knew I had to confront my shame.
As I walked out, Molly was making a turn, just her head above the water. She waved and started another lap. Well, at least it wasn't a finger. She ended her lap at the cast in stairs. My eyes adjusted to the light, so as she walked out, I could see my daughter was naked. She stopped at the top. Six feet away.
"Don't look so shocked, daddy. You've seen me naked and more."
Molly walked the few steps, straddled the lounger, moving up until she settled her hips on mine. The water draining off her perfect breasts, a fat drop on each nipple, her wet body soaking my shorts. She leaned in, her lips brushing mine.
"About six months before the shit. I noticed my father. My father who had me at fourteen. You were my ideal, and I was excited that you looked at me differently now."
"Molly, I..."
Molly kissed my lips lightly to quiet me and continued. "I touched myself every night, pretending that my daddy had his big finger inside me. I snuck out once, watched you fuck mom. Naked in the hall, the door cracked open, me fingering my pussy, half hoping you'd see me. I knew you had taken my panties. Now I knew my daddy had a huge cock. Much bigger than Bonnie's dad."
As Molly told her story, she moved her hips. Just a little at first and then more, longer movements. My cock was growing, and she shifted to get it settled and ran her pussy over its length, shielded only by a thin layer of worn nylon.
"I was going to tease you, flash you. Make you so crazy for me. Then it happened, and I was watching you leave."
My hands were on her trim hips. She felt good, real good. My erection was down my right leg, and I knew the head of my cock was in the air. Molly was wet. I could smell her. Her breathing deep. She moved back, and I felt the head of my cock touch her soaked lips. She moved forward, pushing the leg of my shorts up out of the way.
"When Ching found you, I was stunned. My fantasy never went away. Any man I had, looked like you. I wanted my daddy back, but it had been years. You must have someone by now. You had to have grown out of stealing your teenage daughter's panties. I accepted that and came here."
Molly had my cock exposed; the leg of my shorts shoved up. My cock nestled lengthwise kissed along its length by her drenched vaginal lips.
"When you got here. I was ready for the worst. It just got better and better. You know. When I went to shower, I was horny. Daddy didn't have a new wife, not even a girlfriend, maybe. I love to rub off on the counter. I was so horny, needy. Then I saw the hole, sure I saw a change in the light. Yes, daddy was watching his daughter. I came so hard. After I heard you, I went back, watched my daddy stroke his huge dick sucking on my cum-filled panties. I did it every night."
Deep into her story, I didn't notice that Molly had maneuvered herself, and the head of my cock was now being kissed lightly by her pussy. I held her waist and pressed up, breaking contact.
"Molly, what I did was wrong. I'm weak. What we've done is wrong, but we can get past it. I'm your father. I shouldn't take advantage of you."
I felt a warm drop of Molly's essence land on the head of my cock. An owl hooted in the distance. The pool filter kicked on. Molly angled her head and pressed her lips to mine, talking.
"I'm twenty-two years old. I know what I want. I've wanted you since I watched you fuck my witch of a mother, wishing it was me under you, being filled. I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck your little girl."
My grip loosened, and once again, the head of my erection was at heaven's gate. Molly moved, an inch slid in. So fucking warm and wet.
"Molly. I need you to think. If we do this, our relationship will never be the same."
My daughter, her lips still brushing mine, her mouth open.
"I sure as fuck hope so."
As I felt my cock sliding into my daughter, she pressed her open mouth against mine, and I surrendered, kissed my little girl like a lover as she settled slowly, taking more of me. Our lips parted. Molly was panting
"Oh, fuck, daddy, this is so fucking good."
"I know, baby, so wrong, but so good."
She had half of me in her, and she was still moving down. I felt a wet rush over my cock.
"I came, daddy. You made me cum. The wrongness turns me on so fuckin much."
I was two-thirds in. "Molly, be careful. My cock is long, just pause there and enjoy."
Molly slid down. Taking another inch. "You know what my OBGYN said back when I was sixteen? He said I had the deepest pussy he'd ever seen. He said vagina, of course. I didn't know what that meant until now."
With that, Molly dropped. My cock fully inside her, the head just barely touching her cervix. She smiled.
"My pussy was made for my father's cock. I know because that dildo is the same size. Let's fuck, daddy. Let's fuck all the time. I love you."
On that lounge, under the dim light of the quarter moon, we made love, fucked. I didn't last long; my daughter has a filthy mouth. Molly just kept going, and I got hard again. My daughter seemed to be constantly orgasming. No woman had ever taken all of me. Perverted, sick, immoral, illegal, don't care. This was meant to be. My hands caressed her perfect breasts as her pussy slid up and down, so fucking warm and wet. Feeling the lush lips of my daughter's pussy against my body as she took all of me, over and over.
An hour later, we were in my oversized shower. I bathed my daughter and washed her hair, massaging her scalp. She purred. Her hair rinsed, she turned to face me.
"Know what I like to do?"
I was rubbing her hard nipples. "No, what?"
Molly slid down to the floor, water cascading over her body. "I really love to suck cock."
She took me into her mouth. I grew. She sucked me till I was rigid. "I love feeling your cock grow in my mouth. Sorry daddy, but my mouth isn't like my pussy. I won't be able to take it all."
"S'ok, baby. Do you mind if daddy cums in your mouth?"
Molly smiled up at me. "You fuckin better."
I shut the water off. Molly had one hand stroking me as she took what she could into her hot, young mouth. It felt amazing. Then a soapy finger found my hole. As she shoved her whole finger up my ass, I howled and came a gusher. Her cheeks billowed, her eyes wide as a bit of cum leaked around the seal of her lips. She pulled back and swallowed, smiling.
"Best blowjob I ever had, daddy. You always cum like that?"
I helped her up. "Only for you, baby."
She stepped out of the shower, reached for a towel. "Good answer, dad."
So, Molly moved to my, well, our bed. We didn't bother with clothes anymore. With no neighbors, we were safe. The following day, I woke Molly by licking her shaved pussy. Her eyes opened, and she purred.
"You're good, daddy."
She gasped, and my mouth filled. I swallowed and looked up.
"I shaved for you. I want you to imagine you're eating a little teenager's hot wet pussy. Suck my clit, daddy. I want to cum on your face again."
I did. I captured her clit and sucked it like a little cock while I slid a big fat finger inside her and found her G-spot. After a minute, she screamed, and juice jetted out of her pussy, soaking my face and the bed. I sat back. Molly lay there, breathless and panting, her mouth open.
"I've never done that. You made me cum harder than I ever have. Oh fuck, I love you, daddy. Fuck me fast, dad, we're gonna be late for work.
I did, we weren't, but it was close.
Kyle noticed immediately. "Your past is wearing you out." I laughed. "Yeah, I think I'm gonna need vitamins." He lowered his voice. "Look, if what we have is going to be a problem, I'll understand." I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "Thank you. That means a lot. I don't know yet." Kyle said, "It's up to you."
I walked in the door that afternoon, still dirty, to see my daughter bent over the arm of the couch, her target uniform around her ankles, her pussy wide open and running.
"Oh baby, let me shower."
Molly, panting. "Shower later, fuck now. I need my daddy."
As my cock went in, she moaned. "Oh, so fucking good."
I made love to my daughter on that couch. She came five times before I plunged deep and released inside her taboo pussy. I pulled out and laughed. Her pert round ass had a dirty handprint, and her curvy waist had two handprints where I held her as I rammed my dad cock into her. She looked and laughed. "So worth it. Now we can shower."
After we dried each other, Molly announced that we were now a nudist and free-use home.
"What's free use?"
Molly gently held my cock. "Either one of us, anytime, anywhere."
It was fun. We didn't always cum, but I was hard a lot, and Molly almost always wet. We slept together now. A bit more sleeping and a bit less fucking. One morning, Molly rolled over on top of me. "So, dad, you're not visiting Janet and Kyle."
"We talked; he knew I'd met someone from my past and said he'd understand if I was not interested anymore."
Molly laughed. "Someone from your past. Good one, dad."
"Well, we have different last names. I changed mine to Conners after the trial, and it's going to be obvious sooner or later. I mean, you living here and all."
"Thank you, father. I appreciate that, and I like the way you're thinking. So, I'm your curvy little girlfriend?"
Molly was rubbing her smooth pussy on my rigid dick. I pinched her nipple. "You have a problem with that?"
Molly shifted, and my cock slid in. "Oh fuck no. I get so excited that Kyle knows we're fucking but doesn't know I'm your daughter."
"Ohhhhhh, you feel sooo good, baby. You're a kinky girl."
Molly stopped with all my cock inside her. "I want to be watched. I want somebody watching us have sex. Watching us do the taboo."
"Do they have to know?"
"No, just us knowing is enough."
Further discussion was lost in our lovemaking.
A few days later, I mentioned that our secretary had left due to pregnancy and Molly might want to apply for the job.
"MMMMM, then we can fuck at work too?"
I laughed. "No, young lady, we cannot. You need to behave, and we need to keep us on the down low, at least for a while. You look like your mom, and we have different last names, but let's be careful."
I was out on a job when Molly applied and, of course, got the job. I got home, Molly was in the pool. When I stepped out of the shower, she was there, naked, of course, and kneeling on a doubled towel. I stood before her as she slipped my growing cock into her warm, young mouth. I grew, looking down into my daughter's eyes, her mouth around her father's cock. She paused, talking, letting her lips touch the head of my cock.
"You failed to advise me that Kyle, of Kyle and Janet, the sex fiends, was your boss. I nearly choked when he introduced himself. And oh, by the way, he's kinda hot."
I gently held her head. "You getting ideas?"
Molly's soft hand fondled my balls. "Maybe. Like I said, I want to be watched."
Her mouth felt so good I stopped talking. All too soon, I was there.
"Oh, baby. Daddies cumming. I'm gonna cum in my daughter's hot mouth."
Molly was fingering herself while she sucked me and moaned deeply at what I said. I watched her cum drip on the towel as I jetted into her mouth. Molly gulped and sucked. Sensing I was done, she let me slide out of her mouth. She stayed on her knees, smiling up at me.
"So, dad. We're kinda new at this, but you've shared with me. You know I've been with Bonnie, so I'm good with licking pussy. Um, what I'd really like to try is getting my ass fucked."
Molly held my soft cock. "But this is NEVER going there."
We both laughed, and I helped her up. "I certainly understand."
Molly toyed with her nipple. "So, father, just how big is Kyle?"
I cupped her firm ass as we walked to the kitchen to make dinner. "Well, my horny daughter, I never measured it, but I'd say about a thin six inches with a small head."
Molly bumped hips with me. "So that's why Janet wants a bull."
I smiled. Molly stopped and turned to me. "I'm sorry, dad. I got ahead of myself. You have to be cool with this, first and foremost."
I hugged Molly. It's really nice to hug naked. "Let me think about it. Right now, I think it would be fucking hot to have sex with my daughter while being watched, and I think I'd like to watch you have sex."
Molly rubbed her curvy body against me. "With a girl or a guy?"
I leaned over and sucked her nipple. She gasped. "Both. But let me sleep on it to be sure."
Molly cradled my erect penis. "Would you sleep on me first?"
"Every night, my daughter, every night."
So, for a few days, we let the idea settle. Kyle came out in the yard one day when it was just us. "Thanks for sending Molly here. She's very good."
I tried to look surprised. Kyle laughed. "I see the way you look at her. You're doing a terrible job at hiding this. Molly came here applying for a job I hadn't posted yet."
I blushed, stammered. Kyle put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, you know we are cool. Molly's great. I can see why you like her. Yeah, the age thing. I don't care. I know all too well that the heart wants what the heart wants. The three of us had a lot of fun, and I understand. I just wanted to let you know, man-to-man."
I hugged him. Totally spontaneous. "Thanks, Kyle. That means a lot. And uh, about the other thing. Well, Molly knows and is cool and may want to join in."
Kyle just stared at me for a few seconds. "Jim, are you sure?"
"Molly lives with me now. We have no secrets, well, after she shared the thing about wanting us to be watched and more, so yeah. She wants to meet Janet first."
I could see the bulge in Kyle's pants. I rubbed it lightly as a joke. We tease like this, but nothing more. "I think you want my girlfriend."
Kyle blushed. "Sorry, couldn't help it."
"So, I guess if I tell you she wants her ass fucked, it'll make this worse?"
Kyle walked away. "I'm going to ask Janet to stop by. She'll suck me off while Molly works in the outer office. You mind?"
"Nope. It's all up to Molly now."
Molly bent over the couch, full of my cum, panting. "He knows, doesn't he?'
I helped her up. "He hadn't posted the job. Yeah, he knows you're my girlfriend."
Molly wiped her dripping pussy. "Janet stopped by. They were in his office a while. They were fucking. I could hear. She came out after, and we talked. She's very pretty and tactile. What did you tell them, father dear?"
I repeated my conversation. Molly stood there, slack-jawed. "What the fuck? Really?"
I put my hands on her shoulders. "You have to trust me on this."
Molly got a wicked smile. "I do, dad. I do. Set it up; I'm ready if you are." She looked down. "Oh yeah, you are. Dinner will wait; it's role-play time."
Dinner was very late.
On the way to Kyle and Janet's, I explained how our sex parties worked. Molly laughed. "Dad, I saw the text. Your idea of foreplay is taking your clothes off."
"Yeah, well, we all know why I'm there, you know?"
"I'll admit, I'm a little nervous but also super excited."
I looked down at my hard cock, barely disguised by the thin running shorts. Molly and I had dressed alike, just loose shorts and a tee shirt. Underwear was just an impediment to getting naked.
"Yeah, me too. I've never done anything like this."
Molly slid over and gently gripped my cock. "You gonna be okay watching Kyle fuck your daughter and lover?"
My clock flexed. Molly squeezed. "Looks like my father is going to get a show tonight."
I slid my hand between my daughter's legs. The gusset of her shorts was already soaked. "I'm going to give one too. A taboo, nasty show of just how much a daddy can love his little girl."
"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck." Molly purred, "Drive faster."
I opened the door to Kyle's house, and we stepped in and down a short hallway to the living room.
Cathedral ceiling, a glass wall overlooking an inlet off the ocean, wide curved stairway to a balcony, and carved wooden doors for the bedrooms. Soft classical music in the background, Kyle and Janet barefoot in matching terrycloth robes standing in front of a substantial sectional. They smiled as we stopped in front of them.
The tension was palpable. Normally when I arrive, they are in the bedroom, naked and hard. I strip and mount Janet. I searched for just the right thing to say.
Molly smiled, kicked off her flips, and as the three of us watched, tossed off her shirt, shoved her shorts down, walked up to Kyle, opened his robe, and locked onto him, pressing her open mouth to his. It took him a second and a glance at me nodding yes. His hands cupped my daughter's hard, round ass, and it was on. I noticed the jewel circle at my daughter's asshole.
I stripped, Janet slid the robe off, laughing. "Your girlfriend knows how to break the ice."
Janet and I embraced, her guiding my cock between her legs, rubbing my length along her soaked slit as we kissed. She paused, we looked.
Molly on her knees with all of Kyle's cock in her mouth. Kyle, his hands gently on her head, watching. He looked up. "This is so fucked up and hot."
Molly released Kyle's cock with a slurp. "Where's the bedroom? I want you two to watch Jim and I fuck; then it's your turn."
I was first into the room and lay on the bed. Just the sheet and I heard the crinkle of plastic under it. I smiled at Janet as she walked in. "Yeah, we just got this mattress. You and I wrecked the last one."
Kyle came in with Molly, his hand on her ass. She moved to Janet, looked into her eyes, saw permission, and embraced her. My cock twitched, watching two women I'd loved making out. Their breasts pushed against each other, hands caressing the other's butt, grinding, moaning. As Janet's hands clenched Molly's ass. We could clearly see the jeweled butt plug. Then, hands moving between each other's legs. They shifted, and Kyle and I could watch my daughter and his wife finger each other. Molly gently disengaged. "You're next, Janet, but right now, watch me fuck my da...(cough) boyfriend."
Nobody noticed her almost mistake. We were too busy watching as she climbed on top of me, reached down, and put my raging erection at her entrance. She paused there. Kyle and Janet stared, open-mouthed. Molly smiled. "I have an interesting body. My pussy is very deep, watch."
As Janet and Kyle gasped, Molly slid down my cock. I nearly came. So hot being watched fucking my daughter. Janet mumbled, "The whole fucking thing." As Molly's hips settled on mine. My daughter shifted on my cock, I fought to hold back. "The head of Jim's cock is just touching my cervix. Sometimes we fuck for hours. He's the biggest I've ever had."
Not satisfied with driving Kyle and Janet nuts with her show, Molly kept talking.
"Kyle. I want to watch you fuck Janet. Then, I want you to fuck my ass. You have the perfect ass-fucking cock. Then, Janet, I want to lick your pussy. Cum all over my face Janet."
Janet quaked, and I watched the liquid run down her leg. "Kyle, she made me cum, just by talking to me."
"Kyle, time for your show."
Janet got on all fours. Molly switched to reverse cowboy as Janet moved between my legs. Kyle held Janet's hips and slammed into her as Molly and Janet kissed.
"Molly baby, I'm close."
Molly stopped and moved off. "Ohhhh, not yet. Your first cum is gonna be in Janet. I hear she howls. Kyle, you go lube?"
Kyle got the tube as Molly got on all fours. Pulling hard, she reached back and removed the fat plug from her ass. "I wanted to be ready for you, Kyle."
Janet moved over me. "You okay with fucking an old lady now that you have a sexy young girlfriend?"
I fondled her large breasts. "I'll always want you."
Janet gently slid onto my cock. "You know just the right thing to say."
Next to us, Kyle gently fingered my daughter's hole with two fingers of lube. Molly moaned. "Do it, Kyle. Jim wants to watch you fuck my ass."
Janet laughed; my cock nestled at her cervix. "What a mouth."
I pushed a little, "You'll find out soon enough."
Janet lifted and fucked my cock. "I've never been with a woman."
I pinched her nipples, she came, flooding me. "You don't have to."
Janet put her hands on my chest and lifted up and down. "I fucking love your great big cock, and I want to lick my first pussy while you both watch."
Janet rode me, going deeper and deeper till I was in her cervix. She must like the pain. Molly kept talking as Kyle pillaged her ass. "Kyle, I've never had my ass fucked. I've been practicing with a dildo. Harder, Kyle, give it to me.
I'd like t say we lasted for hours, but in a few minutes, Kyle plunged deep, groaning, "Oh baby, daddy's coming in your ass."
Molly looked over at me. I smiled. "I didn't mention that they like nasty role-play."
Janet had me at the edge. "Cum in me, brother; I hear mom's car."
I shoved up and jetted deep inside Janet as her orgasm flooded over me. We all just held, panting for a minute. Kyle pulled out of Molly, and Janet climbed off. Molly playfully shoved Janet on her back and climbed on, arranging her pussy over Janet's face as my daughter put her mouth to Janet's cum filled pussy. Kyle stood next to me, and we watched the girls make love. The liquid sound of tongues in pussies. I nudged Kyle.
"For a first-timer, your wife seems to like girl sex."
Kyle nodded, turned to me. "Yes, and now we all share a secret. Janet and I are not married."
My face gave away my question. Kyle gave me a knowing smile. "You see, Mr. James Stark, it is illegal to marry your sister."
I stared, fear, curiosity, more fear, confusion. Molly and Janet vigorously making love seemed so out of place all of a sudden. Kyle put his hand on my shoulder.
"Janet and I are twins. We've been having sex since we were teenagers. We have a brother, Al. He joined us. He later got married and moved away. His wife does not know and would disapprove. But he works for the FBI. He vets all my employees to help us keep our secret. I knew all about you, read the news articles, even the court case. When Molly came to apply, I remembered the name. Watching you two and you admitting she was your lover was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm sorry for prying into your life."
I shook my head. This was too much. Janet came, and Molly sucked her pussy to drink every ounce. I turned to Kyle. "You think we can figure out a way to fuck them while they eat each other?"
Kyle laughed, and we climbed onto the bed. "I think it's gonna be a long night."
I laughed as I slid my cock along Janet's lips and into Molly's pussy. "Here's to family love."
Kyle, already deep inside his sister, gave me a high five. "None better."
Six months later, Molly lay on Kyles's bed, cum dripping from everywhere. She grinned from ear to ear.
"I'm pregnant."
Janet and Kyle yelped with joy. They were both fixed, so everybody knew it was mine.
"I'm," she paused and pointed to me, "We are going to raise them, yes it's twins, in a clothing-free, sex-positive and obvious home, and maybe, when they are old enough, they will want to join us."
Had kid at 14. He's 36 now. 36-14=22
Left her at 30. She was 22-6=16
Tyra/Frank
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