Incest/Taboo Teaching Daughter Self Esteem

Daddy Gets a New Office Assistant

A few days later my boss walked into my office.

"I heard you were in the Human Resources office asking about health care benefits," he began. "Is there something I should know about?"

"I don't think so," I said. "I'm in fine shape -- no health problems."

His face relaxed. "Glad to hear it. So if you don't mind my asking, what's the problem?"

I told him about my daughter's best friend Randi moving into our household and how I was worried that, if we were going to be responsible for her, I hoped to get her enrolled on my health insurance. Naturally, in my description of her pregnancy, I left out the part about my being the father of her child.

My boss's face took on a thoughtful expression. "It's generous of you to take in this young lady when she's in trouble," he said. "I'm just sorry that the terms of our health coverage don't allow for her to be considered part of your household. However, I might have an idea that could help her."

"Yes?"

"You said she's eighteen and recently finished high school -- that means she could take on a regular job. We could use a new administrative assistant around the office -- a gofer to handle photocopying, deliveries, cleaning up the break room. Maybe cover the reception desk during Jackie's lunch hour, that sort of thing. If she's full time, she'd qualify for health benefits."

That was how Randi came to work in my office.

Within a day or two word got around that the young pregnant girl who was running errands for the company was a sort-of member of my family. My boss was the kind of guy who loved to spread the word around when one of his employees did something good, and he considered my taking in a homeless pregnant girl to be a real act of charity. In addition, it was obvious from the first day that Randi came into the office that she knew me and looked up to me, calling me "Mr. J" whenever she addressed me.

She and I were of course careful that any public show of affection between us was strictly of the platonic or paternal variety. I made it clear to my co-workers that she was my daughter's best friend, and that I was taking her under my wing. The result was that Randi's entry into my office ended up making me look good to everyone, especially the younger women in the office who could sympathize with the plight of an eighteen year old girl getting pregnant and then being thrown out on the street by her parents. Shorn of the fact that I was the one who had seduced Randi and was the father of her coming child, I came off looking like a white knight.

It didn't hurt that Randi was a hard worker. Her natural shyness came off as charming to most of the people in the office, who went out of their way to make her welcome. Soon she could be seen darting all over the building carrying things for people, making coffee in the break room, buying cake for office birthday parties, and so on.

Her habit of calling me "Mr. J" even got picked up by some of the younger office workers, especially the female ones, who found her nickname for me kind of fun and charming. I have to admit I found it a turn-on to have the young women in the office call me a name that I often heard screamed when Randi was in the midst of orgasming.

Randi and I usually traveled to and from work together, and we often took our lunch breaks together. Other people working in the office got used to looking for Randi during her lunch hour and finding the two of us together behind locked doors. When they entered, they always found us with our bag lunches spread out on my desk, eating and chatting together comfortably.

Naturally, eating lunch wasn't all we were doing. More often than not, Randi's lunch included a delicious protein shake. One that she worked hard to deserve, usually on her knees. The last several months of licking pussy and sucking cock had given little Randi a powerful oral addiction that she indulged in my office several times a week, kneeling at my feet while I sat in my office swivel chair, stroking her long hair and whispering endearments to her. "I love you, Randi," I said, stroking her black hair. "Such a sweet little thing. So petite. So loving. Such a good little girl," I cooed. "You love sucking cock, don't you?"

"Mm hmm." Her mouth was too full to say anything more.

"Such a little girl," I continued. "Grown up cock is so big in your mouth, isn't it?"

"Mm hmm." Despite the cock in her mouth, I could see the corners of her mouth smiling. She nodded her head up and down in agreement as she sucked.

"Little Asian fuckdolls love the taste of their Daddy, don't they?"

"Mm HMM!" she murmured emphatically.

"Then drink my cum, little baby!" I rasped. I gripped her head and pulled it deeper onto my shaft, then came in her sweet, obedient mouth.

Randi loved working with me. Being in the same office with me meant that she got her oral fix every mid day without having to wait until I got home from work. She loved being on her knees sucking cock. MY cock. Her new Daddy. Her office supervisor. My hands on either side of her temples pulled her head up and down on my shaft. Randi whimpered in obedient satisfaction.

Having Randi work in my office was fantastic, I thought to myself. I leaned back in my office chair with my head against the cushion while Randi completed her daily task by cleaning my cock with her tongue.

A few minutes later, one of my young female co-workers knocked on the locked door, looking for Randi to collate the printouts and charts of a long report. When she came in, Randi and I were sitting amicably side by side, finishing our sandwiches. "Hey, Mr. J, mind if I steal Randi from you for a few minutes?" she asked.

A few days later, the same co-worker, Sharla, knocked on my office door when Randi had not yet finished her daily blowjob. Rather than have Randi interrupt her task, I had her squeeze under my desk so she could continue to blow me.

Because my job often involved confidential interviews over the phone, my office was set up with a lock that had a buzzer on my desk, allowing me to lock or unlock the door while sitting at my desk. I buzzed in my co-worker.

When Sharla came in a moment later, she saw me alone in my office. "Where's Randi?" she asked.

"I think she's doing a job for somebody," I answered. In the small space under my desk, petite little Randi sucked me dutifully.

"Oh well, I guess what I want from her will have to wait till after lunch." She paused, then said, "Y'know, Mr. J. . ." She smiled to herself at using Randi's nickname for me. ". . . A lot of us in the office think the world of you for taking Randi into your home the way you have."

Randi slurped me quietly under the desk.

Sharla was a tall blonde with large, D-cup tits that she often emphasized by wearing pushup bras along with blouses whose top buttons were typically left unfastened. She often teased new guys in the office with her decolletage, then mock-criticized them with comments like, "My eyes are up here." She wasn't snarky about it, but it did tend to drive her male victims crazy. After awhile, you got used to her tricks and she stopped with the double messages, treating you like just another colleague. When we were alone, she sometimes confided, laughing, that she was deliberately driving some of our male co-workers crazy.

Now it looked like Sharla was going back into teasing mode with me, but she seemed more serious this time than she did when she was deliberately screwing with the heads of new male employees. She put her palms on my desk and leaned forward. As she leaned toward me, her arms pushed her breasts together. She said, "I think it's really fantastic when a man steps up to protect a young girl the way you have. And I think it's sweet the way she calls you 'Mr. J'. She's got a crush on you, you know."

"Don't be ridiculous." I smiled while, under my desk, Randi expressed her agreement with what Sharla was saying by sucking my cock deeper with each plunge of her head.

Sharla squeezed her tits together more, showing lovely cleavage as she leaned in farther toward me. I reached under the desk and curled my hand around Randi's neck, silently urging her to suck me deeper. Sharla, meanwhile, continued, "I think it's sexy the way you take care of her. You know what they say, 'A hard man is good to . . .' Oops! I meant it the other way around. Anyway, keep up the good work!" She stood up straighter, fingering the open top buttons of her blouse in a way that drew even more attention to her tits. My hand still under the table, I grabbed Randi's hair and roughly pulled her face deeper on my cock. I could feel a wave of sensation as Randi, with surprising silence, gagged on the thick sausage in her mouth, her throat constricting along the length of my rod.

Sharla turned and sashayed toward the door, swinging her hips as she walked. "If you see Randi, tell her I'm looking for her," she said as she went out the door.

After the door was closed, Randi spoke up. "She's right, Mr. J. I DO have a crush on you."

We both laughed at the understatement, then she continued, "I'm so grateful to you. You let me suck you every day." She licked my shaft from the base to the head, then continued. "You took me in when I needed a new home. You taught me about sex and you're still teaching me. Cum in my mouth, Mr. J. Cum in my mouth so I can show you how grateful I am."

I leaned my head back and chuckled as I forced her head deeper on my tool and came in her throat.

A couple of days later Elaine visited my office during my lunch hour. At the time, Randi was sitting on my lap with both legs on one side of me. She had her skirt hiked up, and with my arm supporting her legs, was slowly lowering herself onto my shaft.

As always with Randi, her incredibly tight pussy made my entry a slow business. She was lowering herself onto me a little bit at a time, gradually easing herself into the pleasure.

When Elaine knocked on my door and announced herself, I thought she was alone so I buzzed her in despite my extremely compromising position. Instead, though, when the door opened I saw both my wife and my co-worker, Sharla, enter together.

Elaine took in the scene immediately but pretended that everything was totally innocent. On the other hand, Sharla's eyes went wide seeing a young pregnant teenager sitting on my lap. Randi quickly smoothed over her skirt to ensure that no one could see anything in our crotches.

"Hi, honey! Hi, Randi!" Elaine chirped. "Oh, don't you look cute together!"

Elaine turned to Sharla and continued talking. "You've probably heard that Randi's been best friends with our daughter since they were both nine years old," she said. Her blathering seemed designed to keep Sharla from thinking about the situation she saw in front of her. "Randi's like a second daughter to us. I can't count the number of times the four of us have crowded onto the living room couch to watch movies together. That couch is so small for four people. Randi and our daughter, Katie, often fight over who gets to sit on my husband's lap."

Sharla had a confused look on her face, but Elaine kept talking. She circled around my desk to where Randi was still perched on my lap, my cock only halfway into her tight little vagina. Randi started to rise up off of my lap. "Oh, don't get up on my account, Randi!" said Elaine.

She stood behind Randi and put both her hands on Randi's shoulders. "Feel free to sit on his lap and bounce around like you always do at our house!"

Elaine pushed Randi down onto my cock in full view of my co-worker. Randi's eyes went wide and she bit her lip to stop from crying out in shock, pain and ecstasy as she was forced to accept my meat all at once. Luckily, the draping of her skirt hid the fact that I was balls deep inside her vagina.

I tried to act as if nothing weird was going on. "What can I do for you, Sharla?" I asked. As I spoke, I could feel Randi's cunt muscles clenching on my cock. Waves of sensation were rippling along the length of my rod without Randi seeming to move at all in my lap.

Sharla appeared as if it took an act of will to take her eyes off of Elaine and Randi, and managed to look me in the eyes. "You need to sign this month's TPS Reports." She put a sheaf of papers on my desk in front of me.

My right hand had been under Randi's legs, holding her up as she lowered herself onto my cock. Now, with her planted on my dick all the way down to the root, I didn't have to support her weight anymore. I tried to act nonchalant as I disentangled my hand, grabbed a pen and signed the papers in triplicate while Randi remained sitting on my lap.

Elaine turned back to Sharla and continued, ignoring Sharla's open-mouthed shock and confusion. "Randi's such a sweet girl, don't you think, Sharla? It's fantastic having her as part of our family!"

Randi tried to sit as still as possible, but she was shivering slightly with fear and the sensation of having my hard cock forced up her twat.

"And feel her growing tummy!" Elaine said. "You know, sometimes you can feel the baby kick!" She reached around Randi's torso, pulled up her blouse and began stroking the girl's bare pregnant belly. "Come feel the baby growing inside her, Sharla!"

Randi squirmed involuntarily on my cock while Sharla walked warily around to my side of the desk. She knelt on the ground beside my chair, facing Randi, and started rubbing Randi's tummy.

"Feel that!" cried Elaine. She and Sharla rubbed their hands directly on Randi's bare tummy. "Can you feel the baby inside?"

Randi was squirming more and more. Each time she moved even a millimeter I could feel her pussy muscles clenching and unclenching in waves of sensation. The feeling on my cock was incredible. I still had one arm around Randi's back, and now moved the other one from the desk full of business papers to her bulging pregnancy bump. Elaine, Sharla and I were now all caressing Randi's belly together, our hands often overlapping and touching each other's. Randi began moving up and down, trying at the same time to mask her movements and make it look as if she were merely trying to find a comfortable position.

"See what I mean?" said Elaine to Sharla. "She loves to bounce on his lap!"

"And that's okay?" asked Sharla, obviously trying to mask her incredulity.

"Of course it is! She's an affectionate girl, and we love her very much! Bounce on Mr. J, sweetheart! Show us how much you like to bounce on my husband's lap!" To emphasize her words, Elaine gripped Randi's shoulders and forced her to go up and down a couple of times on my lap.

Randi bit her lip in an effort to maintain self control while my wife forced her to ride me.

But then, Elaine stopped her motions and instead used her hands on Randi's shoulders to force Randi to sit in place. "Don't you love being on Mr. J's lap, Randi?" asked Elaine.

Randi shivered slightly all over. Sharla, her hands still on Randi's pregnant belly, shot me a curious, unreadable look. Randi began moving with infinitesimally small motions of her hips. "I do love your lap, Mr. J," she said, and shivered again.

"Jesus!" said Sharla wonderingly.

Elaine, crouched behind Randi, began whispering in her ear in a voice loud enough for Sharla and me to hear her clearly. "Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!"

Randi tried to remain still, but the only result was that her mind seemed to disconnect from the body that wanted so desperately to hump me. Randi's eyelids fell to a half-lidded state and she nearly went cross-eyed, while her head lolled back against my wife's ample chest. Her mouth sagged open and her shoulders shivered.

With so many hands caressing her body and with my cock buried inside her, Randi was losing control of herself.

"I felt it!" cried Sharla. "I felt the baby kick!" She turned to me. "You're a real father figure to little Randi, aren't you?" she asked.

"I try to take care of her," I said. My hand overlapped Sharla's as we rubbed Randi's tummy together.

"Mr. J is so good to me!" gasped Randi. "So good!"

Sharla looked over at Elaine and asked, "He takes care of both of you?"

"Every day," said Elaine. "He takes care of us every day!"

". . . Every day . . .!" repeated Randi, lost in her fuck-daze.

"And how is the pregnancy going, Randi?" Sharla asked.

Randi nodded and tried to suppress a gasp. Her pelvis gave a strong spasm, but she still had enough self control to keep from blatantly humping me. She tried to concentrate on the conversation. "Sorry," she said. "The baby gave a kick and it made me shudder."

"I understand. I'll bet you must be outgrowing all your old clothes, aren't you?"

"It's a tight fit," she gasped. She squirmed again. "So tight!"

All three of us continued to caress Randi's stomach.

"Your tummy is so swollen!" said Sharla. "And I'll bet the rest of you is growing, too. Soon your breasts will be as big as mine!"

"I used to be a C-cup," Randi said in a little girl voice. "But now my breasts have grown to a size D."

"That's the same size as me! Imagine," Sharla said, casting a knowing side glance at me and smiling slyly, "such large breasts on such a tiny young thing!"

"Here," said Elaine. "Take a look." She reached down and began unbuttoning the top buttons of Randi's blouse.

"OH! Mrs. J!" said Randi.

"That's okay, Randi," said Elaine soothingly. "It's just among us women. And Mr. J -- why, he's a member of the family, isn't he?"

"Uh! . . . I guess it's okay." Randi shivered again, and her pelvis gave another lurch on my cock. "Go ahead and touch them."

Sharla began unbuttoning Randi's blouse from the bottom and her fingers soon met Elaine's working their way down from the top. Together, they parted Randi's blouse only to find that she had, before our lunch session, already taken off her bra.

"Aren't they pretty!" said Sharla. She and Elaine started caressing Randi's firm, pregnancy-swollen breasts.

"And they ride so high on her chest -- so big on such a petite girl, and with no sag at all!" Elaine was openly groping the young teen's big tits. "But fair's fair. Shouldn't we also see your breasts and compare them to see if they're really the same size?" asked Elaine.

Randi managed to remain almost motionless, but the effort was taking its toll. Sharla and Elaine were playing with her sensitive breasts, while I continued to rub her stomach. My cock in her unbelievably tight little twat throbbed with anticipation. Randi was beginning to hyperventilate with the effort to keep still on my lap.

Sharla gave a broad smile and looked into Elaine's eyes, then into mine and finally into dazed, compliant little Randi's. "Like you said, 'fair's fair'." She turned toward me. "The door . . .?"

"It's locked," I reassured her.

"Good. I wouldn't want anyone to walk in and misunderstand what's going on." She smirked at me just before pulling her blouse over her head. "Would you like to touch them, Randi? Or Mr. J?"

One of my arms was already curled around Randi's back. Now I reached around with that hand to cup one of Randi's full breasts. I smiled at Sharla as I moved my other hand from Randi's belly to Sharla's lovely D-cup tits. "You've been teasing me with these tits for years, Sharla," I said, smiling.

"All you had to do was ask," she answered.

"Isn't it wonderful to be with such good friends?" said Elaine. "And since we're doing a little Show And Tell, Randi, why don't you show us how much you like to bounce on Mr. J's lap? You DO like to bounce on him, don't you?"

"Oh God, Mrs. J! He makes me just want to bounce and bounce and bounce!"

"Well then do it, Randi dear. Show us how well our little teenage office assistant can bounce on a grown man's lap."

Sharla began kissing Randi's nipples at that point and Randi lost control. She started gasping and reflexively humping up and down. All her efforts to control her own movements now slipped into the background as she finally felt released. She needed to cum. "Oh God, Mr. J! Give it to me!" She arched her back and leaned her head back against Elaine's large breasts, while thrusting her tits in Sharla's face. "Lick me! Fuck me!" She leaned toward me and began awkwardly trying to kiss me while at the same time bouncing up and down energetically on my cock.

Elaine, meanwhile, had one hand on one of Randi's tits while her other hand gripped the back of Sharla's head, pulling my co-worker's face onto Randi's nipple. "Suck her!" she commanded. "Make her cum!"

Finally I couldn't stand being trapped in the chair. I had to take command of the pussy I was fucking. I picked Randi up from my lap and pushed her face-down onto my desk top, then stood behind her and began fucking her doggie-style. Sharla stood up from her crouching position on the ground and began kissing me. Then Elaine grabbed my face and turned me toward her and kissed me as well. I spent the next few minutes ramming my cock in and out of little Randi while going back and forth between the two adult women who stood on either side of me. I was kissing each of them and thrusting my tongue into each of their mouths even as I was thrusting my cock in and out of my little pregnant fuckdoll office aide.

After a few minutes Randi's cries of passion turned into whimpers, and finally exhausted, satisfied grunts. She had cum so many times she was becoming fucked out.

"My turn," said Sharla.

We switched positions, with Sharla now bent over the desk so I could fuck her nice and deep. Poor little Randi, exhausted, retreated to my swivel chair, where she sprawled, disheveled, her blouse unbuttoned and opened, her skirt flipped up to her waist, her legs splayed open and one shoe fallen off.

Despite Randi's exhausted state, though, Elaine was not done with her. "Lick my clit, dearie," she said.

Elaine moved over slightly and propped her ass up on my desk, so that now she and I were almost side by side, her sitting atop the desk with her legs wide open while I stood beside her facing the opposite direction, ramming my co-worker. Elaine used her toe to pull the swivel chair toward her, then grabbed Randi by the back of her head and pulled Randi's face into Elaine's crotch. "I said 'Lick me'!" Elaine commanded.

Elaine and I smiled at each other. We were exactly where we both wanted to be: her being eaten out by our little Asian fucktoy, and me fucking a new piece of ass.

"So big!" cried Sharla. "So good!"

"You cock tease!" I growled. "You've been asking for this for years!"

Sharla laughed in between her grunts. "Then why haven't you given it to me?"

"Fucking cock tease!"

"Yeah! Fucking cock teases deserve to get fucked! They NEED to get fucked!"

"You've been teasing me with those big tits of yours!"

"Then make me show 'em to you! Turn me over!"

I pulled my cock out and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her upright. She turned around and lay down again on the desk, this time on her back.

"Is that better, Mr. J? You like watching my titties bounce while you fuck me?"

"Daddy loves big titties, don't you, Daddy?" Elaine teased. She leaned forward and kissed me while Randi continued to eat her out, and while I continued to fuck Sharla.

Sharla screeched. "Eee yaaah! So full!" Her thighs hanging over the end of the desk began quivering as she was overcome with an orgasm.

Finally the sensations were too great. I pulled out of Sharla just before I came. My cock spewed white cum over Sharla's flat tummy. While Sharla's chest heaved in the aftermath of our fucking, I pulled Randi away from her clit licking. "Here, Randi," I said, "it's time to do your office duties. Clean up Sharla and me."

Randi began dutifully licking my sperm off of Sharla's torso.

Sharla looked at me and smiled. "Little Randi!" she said. "She's so good at her job!"
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Daddy Has a Fourth of July Beach Picnic With His Two Pregnant Teens

On the Fourth of July, I took my two pregnant teenage lovers to the beach to enjoy the late afternoon warmth and, after nightfall, to watch the fireworks. I deliberately chose a beach that was more than an hour's drive away -- both Katie and Randi were always too overwhelmed by shyness to want to go to anyplace nearby for fear of seeing someone they knew. At least, I thought to myself, they were getting over their reticence enough to be willing to be seen by strangers while dressed in bathing suits.

By that time, Randi and Katie were in their fifth and sixth months, respectively. Their bellies were swollen and obviously pregnant. The bikinis they wore displayed their pregnancies for all to see, and the bikini tops were already too small for their swelling breasts. In Katie's case, of course, even a modest bikini top would look lewd to the most innocent observer, but now her tits were getting even bigger and outgrowing her bathing suit top. Titflesh bulged out not only on the tops and sides of her bikini, but also even on the bottoms.

Though the beach had a lot of people, the real crowds hadn't yet arrived -- that would come at sunset, when people came to light bonfires and watch the fireworks. We set up a blanket and snacks in a quiet alcove sheltered by rocks from prying eyes, then left our stuff behind to play in the waves.

Playing in the water with my girls started out as innocent fun. Randi had been an informal part of the family since she was a little girl, and we had gone to the beach together a million times before. So wading out into the surf and splashing water at each other was not only a familiar activity, it was almost a family ritual. The water at that beach was extremely shallow, so that it was possible to wade far from shore before the water got very deep. The result was that families and friends spread out at different distances from the shore, playing in waist-deep water while still fairly far from the beach. While the white-capped waves splashed over us, we played tag, Marco Polo and all the other games that families play together in the water.

The game of tag evolved into me picking up my girls in the waist-deep water and tossing them into oncoming waves. Katie and Randi squealed in delight at having their bodies controlled by me and being thrown into the cool water.

Then I took Randi from behind and held her. We faced the open sea and I gently cradled her growing belly while the waves crashed against us. Randi leaned back against me, purring at being held and protected by me while the ocean waves splashed us.

She ground her tight little ass into my crotch. "I love you, Master," she cooed. "Hold me and protect me." Then, using the buoyancy of the water to hold herself up, she leaned forward into the waves while wrapping her legs around my ass. Holding onto Randi's pelvis, I began dry humping her in the water.

Katie came around to our front. With her back to the ocean, she held Randi's outstretched hands to help keep her head above water. I looked into my beautiful daughter's devoted eyes as I pumped her best friend in the refreshing waves.

I slipped my hard cock out of my swim trunks and maneuvered it around Randi's bikini briefs to enter her wet cunt. Randi gasped and laughed. More waves splashed against us.

I turned Randi over so that now she was floating on her back in the water. Katie held her shoulders while I held her by her pelvis. Randi was able to float freely in the water while I fucked the shit out of her.

The feeling was fantastic. Only a few dozen yards away, other families were cavorting in the surf. From a distance, we looked to be doing the same thing, and yet in fact we were reenacting our incestuous menage a trois right there in the water, almost within everyone's sight.

"Oh Katie! Your Dad is so great!" cried Randi. "Look at how he's fucking me in broad daylight!" Buoyed up by the water and by Katie and me holding her at either end, she was able to let go of herself. She was completely suspended in space. Her head began swaying back and forth in time with my thrusts. "Fuck me, Master! Fuck me Fuck Me FUCK ME!! My Master loves fucking me!!"

After a few minutes, I pulled my cock out of my little Asian fuckdoll. Randi hugged me and squealed in disappointment, but I told her that we had to play fair: it was Katie's turn to play with Daddy. Katie and I both stripped off our swimsuit bottoms and handed them to Randi.

We waded a little farther into the water, where the ocean came up almost to the middle of our chests. There, with even more buoyancy and the privacy of having our lower torsos sheltered by the water, I had Katie jump into my arms while facing the beach and wrap her legs around my ass while I began pumping my cock into her delicious pussy.

Katie took advantage of the water and rose and fell even higher and harder than usual, laughing the whole time. "Daddy! I love going to the beach!" she cried, loud enough for other swimmers to barely hear her over the sound of the crashing surf and turn toward us momentarily before going back to their own ocean games. Her big tits slipped out of her bikini top and bounced in the waves.

After a couple of minutes, she said, "Daddy you have to change positions -- the beach looks great from here. Fuck me from behind!"

We shifted around. Now I held her up by her thighs as she bounced happily on my dick. Both of us faced the beach. Luckily, we were far enough away that only someone with phenomenal eyesight would see that Katie was essentially topless, her bikini bra flapping uselessly around her neck while I bounced her up and down in the waves. Thanks to the water, she was practically weightless in my arms.

"Look, Daddy!" she cried. "Someone sees us!" She began waving to them happily with one outstretched arm while she continued rising and falling on my cock. A couple of people waved back. Katie obviously knew that, thankfully, we were far enough from the beach that no one could tell what we were doing. From that distance, people on the beach couldn't even tell that she was almost topless, much less that she was being fucked while she waved to them. She raised her other arm into the air, and now both arms stretched straight to the sky as she giggled, twisting her pelvis and dancing on my dick in the water. Pretending that she was announcing it to a world that in fact couldn't hear her due to the sound of the increasingly heavy waves, she screamed out, "Daddy Daddy Daddy! Look at me, everybody! My Daddy fucks me so good!" More people waved at her from the beach, oblivious to what we were doing.

Katie spent the next several minutes that way, splashing in the waves as I lifted her effortlessly up and down on my cock. The whole time, she laughed and waved her arms at the people on the beach. "I'M A FUCKBUNNY!" she screamed, laughing through one orgasm after another. The beachgoers smiled and waved back. The more people waved at her, the more she got off on exhibiting herself and the more intense her orgasms got.

I glanced over to the side and saw, several dozen yards away, a man and woman in their twenties standing in the surf, watching us. They were far enough away that, given the roar of the surf, they might not decipher everything Katie was screaming. But they were definitely close enough that, unlike the people on the beach, they could tell what we were doing.

Both the man and the woman were watching us, riveted. The woman was standing in front of the man, who had his arms around her midriff. As I watched, the man's arms rose up from her waist and started cupping her breasts. She arched her back, thrusting her tits into his hands while grinding her ass against his crotch. They were getting off on our display.

Katie, her eyes on the beach, didn't see the couple standing in the waves off to the side.

Then I saw another couple, off on the other side, doing the same. They, too, were close enough to see what we were really doing while Katie waved her arms at the people on the beach. As I watched, the man positioned himself behind his girlfriend. His hands disappeared under the waves for a second, then came back up and he held her around her bare midriff. She bounced upward as an incoming wave lifted them both in the water, and I watched as he held her up in his arms. She brought her arms downward, apparently adjusting something at crotch level under the water line.

Then she started bouncing up and down in the waves, just like Katie was doing. They were fucking.

I looked over at the first couple. The man had slipped his hands under his date's bikini top, and he was now openly mauling her tits while she leaned her head back against him, still watching Katie and me the whole time.

Katie remained unaware of the action happening nearby. Her eyes were still on the people on the distant beach. "Big dick!" she screamed. "Look at me getting fucked by a BIG DICK!" More waves from the happy, oblivious beachgoers.

"I'm getting fucked so good by my Daddy's BIG DICK! MY BIG DICK DADDY IS MY LOVER!!" Even more people waved to us.

"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! WATCH MY DADDY MAKE ME CUM!"

Does it get any better than this? I wondered. Fucking my blonde, pregnant, fertility-goddess daughter almost in front of a crowd of beach goers?

I looked back and forth at the couples several yards away, all of us fucking our dates in the roaring surf. All of us watching each other as we rammed our women from behind. The other girls were good looking, but they hardly held a candle to the voluptuous blonde in my arms. Her big tits overflowed my hands. My cock was nearing the point of explosion.

Randi approached me from behind and gently pressed her pregnant belly against my back. She reached around me to caress my chest with one hand and massage my balls with the other. "Give her your cum," she whispered in my ear. "She wants it. You know how much she loves it when you cum inside her. Pump your daughter full of Daddy juice."

"Aagh!" I roared, my inarticulate cry melding with the crash of the waves around us. My head snapped backward as I lurched forward, cumming and plunging my cock as deep as I could into my daughter. As I came, I gripped Katie's thighs and instinctively pulled her ass toward me.

Water splashed all around us. The other couples were fucking maniacally. One of the men held his woman by the hips, while the other gripped his date's upper arms from behind and fucked her mercilessly. Both women thrashed helplessly like rag dolls, their mouths slack and open, while the water crashed over them. Over the roar of the waves I could vaguely hear a few feminine cries carried to us in snatches by the wind.

"Yes, Daddy, Yes!" Katie screamed. "I can feel your cum inside me!"

After I came, Katie came (slightly) back to earth. She glanced over to the side and saw the other couples close by, watching us and copying us by fucking in the surf. She saw, especially, that the other two men were staring enviously right at her and her huge, bouncing tits. "Oh, God!" she cried. "They saw us! It wasn't just a game -- those people over there really saw us!"

Her natural shyness quickly reasserted itself. She jumped off of my cock, which had not yet started to deflate. She turned around and hugged me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my ass and burying her head in my shoulder as if she wanted to hide her entire body from the scrutiny of the other two couples and the world at large. "Oh Daddy, I'm so embarrassed!"

As sympathetic as I was to my lovely daughter and her shyness, it was still an incredible feeling having her clutch me like this. Thanks to the water, she felt weightless in my arms. My hands went instinctively to hold and caress her soft round ass cheeks, even though thanks to the water's buoyancy she hardly needed any support from me. My still-hard cock was bobbing in the water exactly at the level where her ass was, so I could still feel the fantastic sensation of her fine round ass cheeks rubbing against the top of my shaft. Her huge tits mashed against my chest. When she sobbed in distress, it was identical to the way she often sobbed in orgasmic release when we fucked.

"It's okay, sweetie," I said, soothingly. "No one on the beach could tell what we were doing. And those other people in the water? They liked it." I caressed the globes of her ass as I held her. My finger tips explored the crack of her ass and the folds of her vagina. "No one's upset with you. Daddy loves you."

"Hold me, Daddy. Hold me." She raised her face from my shoulder and kissed me passionately. My daughter reflexively humped against me as my fingers slipped in and out of her pussy.

We stood like that for a couple of minutes. She floated suspended in my arms, her legs tight around my ass and her arms around my neck. Her tongue danced in my mouth as she sobbed through her embarrassment. For my part, as much as I appreciated her shyness and mortification, I was still turned on by the way her entire body attached itself to me. The desperation of her embarrassment coupled with the tight bond she had with her Daddy was so strong that it felt like she would never let go, never stop kissing me, never stop desperately pressing the soft curves of gorgeous body into mine. Despite having just come, my cock remained hard as a rock.

I looked around at the other two couples. They were still fucking. I could see that while both men were servicing the girls they were with, their eyes were nevertheless riveted on Katie with her bright blonde hair and sexy curves. I smiled at them gloatingly, acknowledging that I had the best woman. She was the most beautiful, the most sexual, the horniest. My cock was buried in the best fuckdoll on the beach.

I have never been as intensely attracted to anyone as I have been to my beautiful daughter. Her curly blonde hair. Her huge rack, so breathtaking on her slight frame. Her perfectly proportioned dancer's body. And perhaps most of all, her lovely, innocent teenage face that beams love for me every time she glances in my direction.

And I knew that it was the same for her. Katie's natural devotion to the father she loved with all her heart had morphed in recent months. As her sexual urges emerged from her shy cocoon, they coalesced and concentrated into an intense Daddy fixation. Other men were almost invisible as far as she was concerned. But when I was in the room, she could barely take her eyes off of me. When I sat beside her, she could not keep her hands from touching my arm, stroking my thigh, and roaming toward my crotch. She desperately needed to touch and lick my cock every day. My hard Daddy dick had become the center of her world, and she often came from just kissing or even touching my shaft. I sometimes awoke in the middle of the night to find that she had snuck into my bedroom and was crouched on my bed, kissing my dick and rubbing it all over her face while mumbling to herself in an almost hypnotic haze. She was obsessed with me and worshiped my cock.

"Daddy!" she moaned. She pressed herself against me in a gesture that bespoke both sexiness and her need for the comfort only Daddy could give. I found it sexy as hell. Her ass positioned just above my erect cock, rubbing against the shaft as she humped me, was ecstasy itself.

"Daddy's right here," I said, holding her beautiful body against mine. I tickled and played with her fuckable ass. It felt as if electrical sparks were flashing between my fingertips and her ass. "Daddy will always be right here for you."

She humped me some more. "Touch me, Daddy," she pleaded. "Hold my ass!"

Finally she broke off our kiss and buried her head in my shoulder again, trying to hide from the scrutiny of the other couples fucking nearby. But then, a few moments later, she needed another kiss, and another after that. We alternated kissing and simply hugging for several minutes.

At last her shivering subsided. I continued to hold her perfect body in my arms, reveling in my teenage lover's soft curves and in the lightness of her fantastic ass floating in my hands as we bobbed up and down in the waves. Her entire body -- her ass, her tits, her mouth -- belonged to me. Her body was totally under my control as I held her in my arms. My fingertips circled around her clit, causing her to jerk and spasm in mini orgasms even as she sobbed and sought my comforting embrace.​