Truth be told, I really wasn't looking forward to my daughter going away to school during the upcoming week. This would in fact be our last real weekend together for quite some time until she came home again in a few month's for a visit. After graduating from high school, Chrissy had hung around for a while, working a few odd summer-time jobs while she made applications to attend several universities. Raising her all alone, ever since my wife had died hadn't been easy either, and though I had dated on an off, it was primarily because of my daughter that I hadn't gotten really serious with anyone else, looking out for her welfare until such time as she did graduate, and decided what she wanted to do in life. Still, I knew I would miss her, and that the loneliness of being on my own would be truly felt.
Watching Chrissy grow up from the shy, sad little teen-age girl who had lost her mother into the outgoing, vivacious young woman she'd become was something I was truly proud of. Sure, we'd had our ups and downs, being both father and mother hadn't been easy, and it had even been a little uncomfortable at times, especially when we'd finally sat down and had the big "Birds and Bee's" discussion. But I had made it a point then, and forever afterwards to be frankly honest with her during those discussions, or when she'd had questions, or even needed advise. I was relieved to hear that her intent was to remain a virgin, even when I took her to start her on the pill. She'd been candid enough with me then to inform me that though she had no intention of sleeping with anyone until and unless the right guy came along, she still wanted to be on the pill and responsible when and if that ever happened.
It was another one of those difficult things for me to see, watching her grow up, watching her grow out of those first training bras, maturing and then eventually wearing a real bra was an often interesting and embarrassing adventure for both of us. Living in a small two bedroom, one bath apartment had its own obstacles to overcome, we'd accidentally bumped into one another in various stages of dressing or undressing, so I got a periodic update, although inadvertently, of my daughter's ongoing maturity. But because we had maintained a special bond and closeness with one another, as well as an openness that I am sure might have raised a few eyebrows with a few other parents, we'd gotten through most of those situations with a laugh and a chuckle over it later on, taking things in stride, but more importantly, maintaining an openness with one another that made it very easy for us to discuss or share thoughts, even when it came to intimate personal details.
Chrissy had once asked me why I wasn't seeing anyone, which wasn't the real question she had on her mind really, and giving her a less than satisfactory answer to her real question, she had come out boldly and directly with what was really on her mind.
"What are you doing for sexual satisfaction?" she had asked, surprising me with such a grown up concern for my well-being. And as such, I had answered her openly, though more with a gesture than words, by smiling and merely enclosing my fist, moving it up and down which she obviously understood, causing her to laugh. "Yeah, me too," she had offered, and that had been the end of that discussion for a time anyway.
And though we had a great relationship, and spent a fair amount of time together, I was also pleased that Chrissy had a very dear friend whom she had grown up with, and whom I had also seen grow with her, though in not quite the same intimate ways I'd seen with my own daughter. Early on, when they were much younger, I had affectionately referred to them as my favorite pair of "Salt and Pepper Shakers" as Chrissy, like her mother had been, was blond with blue eyes and a reasonably fair complexion. Chantel on the other hand had an ebony complexion with dark brown eyes, and short black hair that gave her maturity that went far beyond her years. Admittedly, seeing them grow up together especially as they developed, always brought about a certainly lusty curiosity that I would quickly shove back into the gutter of my mind where it belonged. I had never really known or dated any black women before, but as I got to know Chantel better, I found myself visually and emotionally attracted and curious about her, though I never did anything to pursue that train of thought.
So it was that I was only mildly disappointed when Chrissy informed me that Chantel would be spending the last weekend together with us, a "sleep-over" as she had always called it, as Chantel had spent more nights sleeping here, than Chrissy had spent sleeping over there at her place. And I knew that Chantel was just as anxious about Chrissy's going off to school as I was, as she'd be attending an entirely different school, much closer nearby and thus staying at home while she furthered her education. Obviously, I wasn't about to say no, or be selfish enough to keep the two of them apart during their last full weekend together either.
The girls had decided it would be an evening of popcorn, pizza and a movie of course, and had picked a silly comedy that had a bit of teenage raunchiness to it, including several nude shower scenes and the likes of large, bare breasted women in them. As mentioned, it wasn't that big of deal at the time to sit and watch a movie like this with the girls, we'd gotten more than comfortable enough over the years to be able to do so, but I still had to remind myself to behave and not get too intimately flirtatious, especially around my own daughter. Seeing them grow up and wear pajamas when they were younger was one thing, seeing them now as they wore little more than tee-shirts and panties as sleeping attire was something else entirely. And though they were obviously comfortable enough to do that around me, it still gave me lusty periodic thoughts that I had to keep chasing away or else risk sitting there with a massive hard-on.
And this particular evening was made even worse by the fact that Chantel just happened to be wearing a white tight-fitting tank top that did little if anything to conceal those dark chocolate sized nipples of hers, each of which could be faintly seen through the fabric of the material, and which would from time to time harden with the silly suggestiveness of the movie, or even getting up to get us all another of cold beer from out of the refrigerator, coming back with her "head-lights on" as she'd even teasingly indicated about herself when returning once with fresh beers.
It was difficult enough with all this going on, but then as we sat reminiscing about old times, I sat recalling a few of my own, though I didn't exactly mention them at the moment. Like the time just a short couple of month's ago, coming home from work, stopping to check in on the girls as I knew them to be home, knocking first, but then opening the door as I had so often done in the past, except this time they had made a frantic effort to hide something they'd been looking at, pretending then to have actually been looking at something else entirely. Later, after going out to pick us all up some fast-food, I had done a quick search check in their bed, sure enough finding the hard-core porno magazine that they had borrowed from my stash in my closet, obviously looking through it curiously perhaps, and giggling over what they'd found there.
I'd never tried to hide the fact that I had a few such magazines stashed away in my closet, or that I read them (or used them as it were) late at night in my own bedroom. And as I said, in such close proximity to one another in a small apartment with thin paper like walls, I had heard, or thought I had heard at least a few times, the sound of soft gentle moaning coming from my daughters bedroom along with the soft purring whir of a vibrating toy of some sort. Something else I had seen Chantel quickly shove behind her back one evening when I had come up to say goodnight, catching the blue color of the vibrating dildo she had not quite hidden behind her back, as the girls sheepishly stood there smiling at me as I told them both good night.
Thoughts such as these soon had me aroused, horny, and ready to go off and relieve myself before I said or did something a little too stupid, especially feeling the effects of the wine, and beer that we'd been slowly consuming all evening long. Leaving the girls to their own further amusements, and leaving the outline of those two very alluring dark nipples behind that I'd been stealing glances at all evening long, I headed upstairs to my bedroom for some much needed relief, and sleep before spending yet another fun-filled day with the girls tomorrow.
I had had a small, less than satisfying little climax and had quickly fallen to sleep afterwards, even with the faint sound of the girls still giggling downstairs, especially when I also heard the all too familiar back ground music of one of my also not so secretly stashed porn videos. Obviously, the girls were watching that, something they'd obviously been waiting for me to go to bed so that they could do. I certainly didn't have a problem with them doing that either, they were well old enough anyway, and if they could feel comfortable enough seeing something like that together, who was I to complain about it or ruin their last night of silly, semi-erotic fun. Even so, as my head hit the pillow, and as my thoughts wandered off into my own dreams, the last images that I actually allowed were of the two of them together, curiously exploring one another as girls sometimes did at their age.
I lay there dreaming. It had been well over a year now since I had even slept with another woman, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like, but what I was feeling now was pure heaven, sweet, slow and sensually pure heaven, and then I realized, this wasn't just a dream, this was really happening as I slowly woke from my fugue, realizing only then that someone was actually with me in bed, and that they currently had my rock-hard cock inside their mouth!
"Whaaa?" was all I managed as I struggled to sit up, staring into the darkness.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up," she said.
"Chantel? Is that you?"
She giggled, "Who else did you think? Chrissy?"
Her suggestively obscene comment took me by surprise, almost as much as finding her with my dick in her mouth.
"No, no...of course not, but,"
"But what? You're not enjoying this?" she teased, sucking me once again even more deeply into her mouth.
I was flustered, unsure of what to say, or even how to say it. And though I couldn't really see her, the room honestly being so dark as it was, I could still smell her, feel her pressing against me, and knew in that brief moment that she was as naked as I was.
"You shouldn't be here," I finally managed, fighting with myself emotionally, thrilled that she actually was.
"Do you want me to leave?" she said once again flicking beneath the super-sensitive head of my prick with her tongue. God it felt good, too good, and it had been even longer since I'd felt anything like this either.
"No," I admitted to her then there in the dark. At least I had the darkness to cover my guilt of admission, my desire that had fully taken over reasoning as she slurped my hot cock like an ice-cream cone. Another image I had to quickly discard before it became even more obscene, more decadent than it already was. "Chrissy?" I asked.
"Downstairs, asleep on the couch," she offered still licking my prick like an ice-cream.
"Chantel? Why are you here? Why are you doing this?" I had to ask.
"Honest answer?"
"Yes...please."
"Mainly because I was horny," she said simply. "We've been watching a few of your videos, then after getting one another off..."
"What?"
She laughed, "I thought that would get your attention."
It did, but I wasn't about to admit it, or pursue it either.
"But even after getting off with the vibrator, I was still really horny,"
"The blue one?"
Now it was my turn to surprise her. "Oh, so you did see it that day didn't you?" She asked. "I wondered about that, the way you suddenly left the room all flustered and all," she giggled. "I even asked Chrissy if you knew she was using one, and she said she thought that you might, especially with the paper-thin walls and all, since she'd certainly heard you jacking yourself off before."
"She told you she had?"
"Yeah, said that since you weren't going out and seeing anyone, that, that is mostly what you did whenever you were frustrated or stressed, and that you hadn't obviously been out or done anything with another woman in a very long, long time!"
I was a little surprised to learn that my daughter and Chantel had actually spent time discussing my sex life.
"So, does that turn you on to hear about what we were doing?" she asked slowly jerking me up and down there in the darkness. "Have you ever wondered if we've done stuff like that before when we've spent the night together? Have you masturbated thinking about it? Wondering?"
"Yes...yes!" I admitted to her, once again thankful for the darkness to hide my embarrassment and shame of admission to such wickedly decadent thoughts.
It was a struggle, but I reached down with my hands, finding her face and pulled that exquisite mouth of hers away from my cock. "Why are you really here?" I asked her. "And don't tell me it was just because you were horny."
Having forced her to release me, she took the opportunity to move up on me instead, I felt her soft wet sex situate itself on top of me, not entering mind you, but kissing me, almost sucking me the way her mouth had been doing. And even as she did that, she gathered my hands in hers, lifting, and then placing them upon her full breasts so that I felt the hardness of her firm nipples imprinting themselves within the palms of my hands.
"I'm here because I've always wanted to do this, that I'm technically still a virgin, that I've wanted my first time to be with someone that truly knew what they were doing, and seriously, I really am horny!"
"What do you mean? Technically still a virgin?"
"Just what I said," she informed me, now grinding herself in a circular motion against me. "I've never had a man's cock inside me," she added. "Though I did take my own virginity with your daughters blue vibrator, the same one she used to take hers with," she told me. "So technically, I'm still a virgin the way I see it, never having had a man's cock inside my cunt before," she finished obscenely, then moaning hotly as she continued grinding herself against me. "So Darren, will you fuck me?" She asked. "Please?"
"Chantel, I'm twice your age, and then some," I said relishing in the wetness of her sweet pussy lips as they continued to slither up and down against the firmness of my shaft.
"Age has nothing to do with it, and you know it," she said smoothly. "It's a matter of getting over and past the fact that I'm your daughter's friend..."
"And mine," I countered.
"And yours," she agreed. "And Chrissy's friend too, whose pussy I just got through eating no more than a half hour ago."
"Chantel!" I exclaimed, trying to admonish her comment, though the burned image of what she'd just told me would now remain forever engrained inside my head.
"Oh come on Darren," she quipped. "Don't tell me the thought of Chrissy and I licking one another's cunts doesn't excite you, obviously...it does!" she giggled once again as my fingers lied to my words, capturing and rolling those hard extended nipples of hers as I held them.
I felt I could actually explode at any moment, and I wasn't even inside her...yet! The image, no matter how wildly wrong it was, no matter how wickedly lewd and decadent such a thought could possibly be, in my minds eye I could see them together, laying there on the couch together in a passionate embrace, arms and legs entwined, licking, sucking, fingering one another there on the couch with some other couple busily fucking away there on the TV as they heard, listened and got even more aroused and excited by the sounds of lust-filled wantonness.
"So, are you going to fuck me or not?" she asked.
I moved backwards ever so slightly, then forward in the blink of an eye and slid hotly, fully into the silky-soft sweetness of her virginal pussy.
"Oh fuck! I guess so!" she squealed happily, causing me to worry for a moment at the sudden unexpected cry of her pleasure, and that it might wake Chrissy down stairs.
"Shh," I tried coaxing her. "Chrissy!"
I could only begin to imagine what my own daughter might think, coming upstairs to find us in here, me fucking her best friend, her own father's cock plunging in and out of this deliciously wet split, unable to stop, uncaring, the liquid pleasure now bathing me robbing all sense of morality and reason.
Try as I might however, Chantel made no effort whatsoever to quiet herself, wildly fucking back against me now, moaning and groaning with a deep-souled urgency that caused me to hold my own breath as though that might somehow lesson the noise of our coupling.
"Fuck that's nice!" She nearly screamed out once again. "Way better than that blue toy," she added a moment later. "As long as you can last anyway," she added giving me a precautionary warning about coming too soon, which is about the worst thing she could have warned me about. Already I could feel the fuck-butter busily churning away deep within my balls and knew that if we kept this pace up for much longer, that I'd be spilling it, shooting it deep within that hot fiery pussy of hers.
"Wait! Wait!" I cried out a moment or two later.
"Why? You THAT close?" she giggled, finally slowing her motions.
"No...No, it's just that I thought I heard something," I told her, truly worried now, listening for the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs, or the sound of my daughters voice wondering what was going on, what in hell we were doing.
Chantel listened, but only for a moment, then began riding me once again into oblivion. "Don't hear anything," she told me. "And I wouldn't worry about it anyway, I told Chrissy I was so fucking horny that I just might come up here and fuck you later," she said.
"You told her that? You actually said that to her?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I did, and she knew I was serious too!" Chantel told me.
"What did she say?" I stammered, feeling my cock wilt slightly as the fear of her finding us together became even more possible.
"Hey, don't go getting all soft on me," Chantel stated. "I'm a LONG way from finished here yet!" she added. "Like I said, I told Chrissy I was thinking about it."
"What did she say to that?" I asked worriedly.
"She told me...to go for it!"
"She did?"
"Yes daddy...I did!"
Only then at the sound of my daughter's voice did I realize that the room had suddenly become brighter, the light from the hallway lamp now filtering into the room so that the outline of my daughter's form stood in the doorway, silhouetted, Chantel's beautiful ebony body sitting astride me in a glistening sheen of musky perspiration that highlighted every curve, every muscle of her magnificent body.
And on top of all that, she never quit moving, never quit fucking me, as though she had known that Chrissy was there all along.
"How long?" I asked.
"Ever since she came into your room," Chrissy told me. "Please don't be mad at her daddy, it really was my idea."
"Your idea?"
"Well, she told me to go ahead and do it, but she's always known I've always wanted to," Chantel added. "So no reason for you to be mad at either one of us really."
"Mad? Me? Yeah, I'm the one who's mad alright, for letting you two get away with this," I said simply, giving in to my raw unbridled emotions now. "This doesn't freak you out? Upset you?" I asked still staring at the not quite revealed shadow of my own daughter still standing in the doorway.
"Shut up and fuck her," Chrissy said, using the word for the very first time I could ever remember hearing her use it. "Try and pretend I'm not even here."
"Easier said than done," I thought to myself, though I now plunged purposely into Chantel's hotly clenching cunt, hearing the sound of my daughter's footsteps as she circled the bed coming up behind her friend, the realization as she did so that she could now visibly, and clearly see my prick plunging in and out of her friends cunt, her father's cock...hard, erect sliding in and out of the same sweet split that she herself had been eating and licking only a short time ago.
"How's it feel?" she asked. I knew she was speaking to Chantel, and said nothing.
"Unlike anything I could have ever imagined!" She admitted, once again grinding against me now in a circular motion as I lay still, allowing her to experience her own tempo, pace, and pleasure.
"Has he cum yet?" She then asked, speaking to Chantel as though I wasn't even there.
"Not yet, though he's been close a couple of times I'm sure." I could see her eyes now as she looked down at me, smiling. "Can you manage more than once?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes," I said directly. I'd never had a problem with that, even though it had as I said, been a while. Obviously Chantel was hoping to make a night of it, and under the circumstances with it being her first time, it was my intent now to see to it that she wasn't disappointed either.
"Good, because I have a feeling it's going to be a long night, a very long night indeed."
For some odd reason, I had to agree with her, though I wondered for just how long my own daughter would stand around watching us, before it started to weigh on her mind and forced her to finally leave the room.
"Do me....doggy style," Chantel told me then. "I've always wanted to try that," she announced. Quick as a bunny, she slipped off me and stood next to the bed, next to Chrissy, throwing her arm around my daughter's waist, and then giving her a brief sincere little kiss. I figured it to be one of reassurance, an attempt to calm her of any misgivings or concerns, until she lowered her head capturing one of my daughter's sweet tits in her mouth, sucking it momentarily, causing me to once again realize as she did that Chrissy was just as naked as we were. Chrissy moaned, allowing her hand to reach up and begin fondling one of Chantel''s breasts as they stood there together, the erotic scene taking place in front of me now, one that I didn't want to look at, but didn't want to look away from either.
"Ah so...you wanna fuck or what?" I asked, using the vulgarity of my words as a way to hide my nervous excitement, my own un-assured worries in having my own daughter actually standing there watching the two of us.
Reluctantly, Chantel gave up my daughter's breast and crawled onto the bed, her full sculptured ass now turned towards me, which she now slapped with her own hand, the sound of that firm slap filling the room as she did it again to her other cheek.
"Do me baby, do me! Hard and fast now, fuck me as hard and as fast as you can, I want to feel that first load of joy juice shooting into my cunt!"
I quickly mounted her there on the bed, sliding up and in behind her, thankful to some degree that Chrissy now stood off to one side and behind us, I wasn't sure I could look at her, see her as she stood there watching the two of us, even if she was, even if she enjoyed watching this, watching me, fucking her friend, my friend, I wasn't sure that I would be able to continue should I see even the slightest look of hesitation, disgust, or remorse cross her face.
I plunged deeply into Chantel's cunt, over and over again, holding on to the fleshiness of her ass, driving into her deeply, nearly forcing the air out of her every time that I did.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Chantel cried out over and over again.
And I did.
I knew that it wouldn't last however, or that I would...not for much longer anyway. And just when I was about to give up the ghost, the edge I had been standing on for far too long already about to give way at any moment, when I felt, then heard Chantel's orgasm finally consume her. Her pussy became a whirlpool of slippery sucking silk that consumed my prick, then back-splashed against it as she actually discharged her female cream, surprising us both. Her cry of ecstasy was ear-piercing as she screamed her pleasure, thrusting back against me, her hand reaching down between us to capture me, holding me within her as I felt the first surge of my own explosion suddenly erupt, then like a fire-hose finally connected, jettising the streamers of hot thick rich spunk that filled her opening, bathed the deepest recess of her virginal passage, mingling now with the creamy sweetness of her own hard felt spending.
Weak-kneed, I collapsed off to one side there on the bed, sensing as well as feeling Chantel doing the same beside me, my eyes tightly shut as though glued for a moment as I fought desperately to regain my composure, just as I felt the softness of her hand, followed by the delicate exploratory tickling of my still purple swollen head, all sticky with the slime of my own juice, and Chantel's.
"Oh my God! Chrissy! No!" I fought weakly, my mind a blur with emotion as I felt the touch of my daughter's own mouth surrounding me, tasting me, and licking me. Seconds later, a second pair of lips joined hers as Chantel slithered down on the bed where the two of them now passed me back and forth like a baton in a race.
"No Chrissy, no!" I moaned. "This isn't right," but it came out as more of a whisper, more as to somehow assuage myself I'd said it, rather than feel it or actually mean it. The two of them continued, continued to lick and suck me clean, kissing one another, then sucking, licking, pleasuring me once again until I could feel the renewed surge of hardness bolstering my shaft.
"Daddy, now...I want you to fuck me," she said.
I had no words to answer that. We had already taken things too far as it was. But she continued, fearing perhaps that there would be.
"Please daddy, at least just this once, I don't want to go off to college and be some naive young girl about it if I really do meet someone. I want to know what to expect, what to experience, and how it should be, and know the difference if it isn't."
Maybe it wasn't the best reason in the world to give, but it gave me the justification I needed in hearing it. "Ok, just this once," I said meaning it. "As long as you don't hate me afterwards."
"Hate you? I could never hate you daddy, and besides, all this was my idea to begin with!" she said grinning now. "I was worried that you'd hate me for even trying it, that's why I hoped Chantel would be willing to go along with it, since she's always the one who keeps talking about doing you herself, with or without me!"
When Chrissy crawled up onto me, I still had to somehow see her as the woman she now was, the woman she'd become, and not look at her as my daughter. Strange as it may sound, as my hands cupped her pert breasts, fingering her small pink little nipples, I somehow managed to disassociate myself from her as being my own daughter, and looked upon her then as the sensual young woman that she now was. Even more so as she placed herself upon me, Chantel now standing off to one side, holding my prick, guiding it ever so gently into my daughter's cunt, rubbing it back and forth against the rapidly slickening surface of her split, until satisfied, holding it in place as Chrissy gingerly slid down my shaft, impaling it deeply inside her for the first time.
Chrissy was even tighter than Chantel had been if that were even possible, and certainly just as wet. The ease of motion, sliding in and out of her was heavenly, as were her surprised moans and groans of delight.
"Oh fuck Chantel," she said using the now erotically sounding word once again. "You were right, this is unfuckingbelievable!" she announced joyfully, lifting herself slowly, and then pouncing down on my cock rapidly, quickly like a cat stalking it's prey. "Oh fuck yeah!" she mewled once again, her hands now over mine as they caressed her breasts, pressing them even more fully against herself as we lay there rocking back and forth together.
At first, I didn't even realize it, until the sweet musky scent of Chantel's pussy forced me to open my eyes. For only a moment, I saw her sweet succulent cunt descend, then cover my mouth as she sat down on my face, facing towards Chrissy who sat astride my cock. I couldn't see, but could only sense their combined movements, touches as they fondled one another above me, Chrissy fucking my prick, Chantel's cunt rubbing back and forth against my face until my lips, tongue began to dance on the floor of her clitoris, capturing it to hold it, gingerly suck it before letting go, only to lightly flick it furiously in tune, and in tempo with each thrust of my cock inside my young daughter's glistening quim.
"How's that feel?" I heard Chrissy ask.
"Wonderful, he's damn good at it too," Chantel told my daughter. "You're going to have to try this too!" she added.
"Oh...I'm planning on it," she announced, "after all, we have the entire weekend."
I distinctly remember telling her that it would be "just this once", but perhaps to her, that meant just this weekend, or this time together, or whatever. At the moment, I wasn't about to argue the point, nor did I really care any more either. Never before in my entire life had I felt such exquisite pleasure, such joy, and such love. And though I lay there, my prick deeply embedded inside my own daughter's cunt, her best friend mashing her own against my face, I felt no guilt no sorrow for this moment in time we were sharing together. The closeness we had always had, always known, somehow becoming even more solidified than ever before.
Before long, Chantel came again, spending herself against my face, the rush of her liquid rapture cascading in a frothy rich torrent of cream into my mouth as I suckled her clit like a nipple, hearing her now all too familiar high-pitched scream of delight. Her release, triggering my own as well as my daughters, as I again pumped yet another full hot sticky load into Chrissy's cunt, the spasmodic clenching of her own orgasmic bliss, milking it, carrying us both away for a time into a completely different universe.
We lay together in a heap for a while, catching our respective breaths, clearing our heads, that for a moment concerned and alarmed me as I worried that the moment would soon come of realization and remorse for all we had shared together.
"Come on dad...up! Up!" Chrissy announced taking my hand as she and then Chantel pulled me out of bed. "We all need to shower before round three," she announced.
"Round three?"
"Hell yes! You're not THAT old...or would you prefer the two of us go downstairs and finish doing one another while you go back to bed and sleep?"
I found myself being pulled into the shower stall with the two of them, literally, as my cock once again hardened, surprising even myself as it did. Getting even more so as they stood there in the shower, washing and caressing one another, which I felt was more for my benefit than for theirs, though it became obvious to me that they were used to doing this together, and perhaps had done so more times than I could have ever imagined.
After our shower, I had followed them back downstairs into the living room, where they soon sat side by side, fingering one another, again perhaps for my benefit as I got more and more aroused. I watched as they used that little blue vibrator on each other, watched as they licked, sucked and tickled each other's breasts, and then curled up into a side-by-side 69 on the floor until I could take it no longer. Moving in, I soon captured my daughter's clit with my mouth, sucking it tenderly, expertly, feeling her spastic convulsions of ecstasy moments later when it came, feeling her come, tasting her sweetness as she did, just as Chantel did again, tasting my own as I came in her mouth at nearly the same exact moment,
We rested, we played, or rather they did, until I was hard and erect once again, joining them to explore, experiment in ways I had not thought possible up until now. Throughout the entire weekend we touched, fondled, fucked in every way imaginable, until pure unbridled exhaustion ended it, when I could no more even get it up. But they too had expended themselves, happy and delighted with the adventure we had all shared.
When Monday came, I drove Chrissy up to the new Campus where she'd be attending school. Chantel had come with us of course, to say good-bye to her friend for a while, until her next visit in a few months at least.
They hugged, saying their good-byes. "You take good care of my father now, promise?"
"You know I will," Chantel answered, turning to look, smiling towards me. "That's a promise."
"I'm counting on it, until he decides to find someone else, or we do..." Chrissy added as she came to give me one last kiss and a hug. "I'll be back in a few month's, so lets plan another special weekend together when I do," she said, then darted away up the steps and into the building before I could respond to that. Chantel merely laughed, taking my hand as we headed back to the car.
"She didn't mean..."
"Of course she did," Chantel grinned. "You know how she can be when she wants something."
She was right about that, I did. Chrissy would always be my little girl, even if she was all grown up now and a woman in her own right. All she ever had to do was look at me and say please, and I was butter in her hand.
"Oh and by the way, I'm supposed to give you something on the drive back."
"Oh? And what's that?"
Chantel grinned, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "A nice long slow blow-job on the way home."
I shook my head. "I don't know about that Chantel, maybe it's not such a good idea."
"Please daddy? Please?"
Now how could I possibly say no to that?
