A father is seduced by his daughter's best friend, leading him to depths of depravity he didn't think possible. This is a very long story.
Part 1

“Dad, hurry up, we're going to be late.” I could hear Tamara from the other end of the apartment. I really didn't feel like being in any hurry to get ready and go. We were headed for one of those “Have your friends over, get them to buy cheap shit and get free cheap shit for yourself” parties. I wasn't even sure what it was that was being sold at this one. The hostess' daughter, Kelly, was a friend of Tamara's, and Kelly had asked Tamara to go. With the perversity of youth, Tamara had insisted that her mother and I go, too.

I walked into the living room, where Mary and Tamara were waiting. Mary, my wife, was 35, five years younger than I was, but looked 15 years older. She'd been drinking a lot lately, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I'd have walked out, but I wasn't going to leave Tamara with her. Our daughter was 16, although she looked younger because she was small, only about 5'2”, and slim. She had long blond hair, and an was absolutely gorgeous, if a father can be permitted some pride in his child.

When we arrived, Kelly, Tamara's friend, answered the door. She was Tamara's age, but a bigger girl; about my height (which isn't saying that much, I'm only 5'6”) with shoulder-length, dirty-blond hair, gray eyes, and a great body – nice-size round boobs, slim waist, and flaring hips leading to a round ass. She was wearing a white peasant blouse (they were making a comeback again), with jeans and sandals. “Hi Michael, Mary.” She was just about the only one who ever called me “Michael” instead of Mike. As we walked in, I felt Kelly's hand brush against mine. It had to be an accident, but that didn't matter – it was all I needed to bring my cock to attention. Honestly, it doesn't take much lately, with my wife spending more time with the bottle than with me, and Kelly is hot. All it meant, though, was that I was going to have to sit funny for the rest of the night, and I could add another fantasy to my catalog.

Kelly took us inside and introduced us to her mother, Sandy, who didn't look at all like Kelly. In her late thirties, Sandy was about the same size and build as Kelly, but had short dark hair and brown eyes, and was wearing wire-rimmed glasses. Kelly and Tamara wandered off to talk while Sandy greeted us with "Hi, nice to meet both of you. Kelly's told me a lot about you two. Come and meet the rest of the crowd. We're still waiting for the last couple of folks; would you like something to drink? I've got beer, wine, or soda."

"I'll have some wine," Mary said, which got her a nasty look from me. Of course, she didn't care, and it wouldn't matter much, she was already pretty well fried by then. Fortunately, she wasn't the kind who makes a big scene when she's been drinking. "Beer sounds good to me," I added. I don't drink much, but I figured a beer or two would make the evening go faster. We settled in as Sandy went to get our drinks. As I scanned the room, I noticed Tamara and Kelly over in the corner talking, giggling, and periodically looking over at us. I figured they were probably talking about Mary being smashed again. I know Tamara talked to Kelly about that, and Kelly regularly let Tamara know about her latest run-ins with her mother. Kelly had a boyfriend who was a bit wild for Sandy's taste, and according to Tamara there was a running battle between them about it.

Before long the rest of the guests showed up and things got started. The night was about as boring as I thought, but everything went smoothly. Mary remained pleasantly drunk and didn't say much, and even found a couple of things to buy (the product of the night turned out to be a variety of housewares). Sandy sold enough to make her happy. Tamara and Kelly managed to visit enough to keep from getting bored. The rest of the faceless horde that attended seemed to be pleased with the proceedings. And I managed to stay awake. The only odd thing was that both Sandy and Kelly seemed to spend a lot of time looking at me. I wrote it off as my imagination. The lack of attention from my wife must really be starting to get to me; now I'm starting to hallucinate.

The following Friday I was looking forward (if you can call it that) to a night at home alone. Mary was out of town for a few days, visiting relatives in the Bay Area. Considering the amount of attention I'd had from her recently, her being gone wasn't going to change my life much. Tamara was going out with friends after school, and had let me know in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't be back until very late, and might not be back until the next morning. Luckily, she's a smart kid, very mature for her age, and I trust her not to get into anything she wouldn't know how to handle. Not something I could say for most girls her age.

I had stopped to eat dinner, and was on the way home when I remembered that I needed to get some cigarettes. I pulled into the mini-mart across the street from our apartment complex, and as I got out of the car I heard a familiar voice, in a surprised tone. "Michael, how are you?" I turned and saw Kelly walking up behind me, looking hot as ever, wearing, as it turned out, the same peasant blouse and jeans she'd had on at the sales party. "Hey, Kelly, what's up?"

"Is Tamara home?"

"No, she's out running around with some friends of hers. I'm on my own tonight." Not sure why I added that last part.

"Damn. I had another fight with my mother and wanted to come over and hang out with her until Mom calms down enough so I can go home." She looked desperate, more than I would have expected in the situation. Tamara had said that she tended to get carried away with things.

"Boyfriend's not available?" I knew she had one from what Tamara had told me.

"Asshole's available all right! He can stay available for all I care!" Kelly obviously had more on her mind than just a fight with her mother.

I know better. Really, I do. But I said it anyway. "You can over to my place to chill out for a while until it's cool for you to go home. Just because Tamara's not home doesn't mean you're not welcome."

"God, that would be so awesome, Michael. Thank you!"

"Hang on a minute while I run in and grab some smokes."

"Oh, could you get me some, too? I'm almost out, and lately they've been checking IDs, so I don't know if they'll sell them to me."

"Sure. Wait in the car, I'll be right back."


When we got to the apartment, we settled in on the couch in front of the TV. I told Kelly to find something she wanted to watch. I don't watch a lot of TV and wasn't feeling too particular about what was on. She settled on something that looked like an off-the-wall stoner comedy on one of the movie channels.

Kelly suddenly asked, "Michael, do you mind I smoke a joint to relax?"

"Sure, go ahead." I wasn't surprised the Kelly would be a dope-smoker - Tamara had talked about her wild side. And I certainly don't care if someone gets high, although I tend to stay away from it myself these days.

Kelly pulled a large joint and a lighter out of her purse, and fired up. After taking a long hit, she offered the joint to me. "No thanks. I don't really do that any more."

"Oh come on, Michael, don't be a wuss. Besides, I don't like to get loaded by myself. It makes me paranoid, and I'm not a lot of fun when I'm like that."

I could certainly understand that attitude. Back in my days of regular dope smoking, I didn't like toking alone, either, and I was real familiar with the paranoia side of the Evil Weed. It was against my better judgment (there seemed to be a lot of that tonight), but the next time Kelly passed the joint I took it and sucked in a huge lung-full. I held it in as long as I could, then let the smoke go with a gasp, leaned back on the couch, and relaxed.

"Wow, Michael, that didn't look like you don't do that anymore. I thought you were never going to blow it out!"

"Some things you just never forget, my dear." I knew it was a little soon to actually be feeling any effects from the pot, but I was starting to relax. So was Kelly. We were both kind of slumped on the couch, almost close enough that our shoulders were touching.

After we'd each had a couple more hits off the joint, I saw Kelly licking her lips. I was well and truly stoned by now, and seeing Kelly's tongue flick over her lips struck me as being the single sexiest thing I'd ever witnessed. (Did I mention that I was absolutely wasted?) "Cottonmouth?" I asked her. "Yeah, could I get something to drink? Just water would be good." She then popped up off the couch and announced, "I gotta go pee." I admired her ass as she walked away toward the bathroom, and realized that I'd forgotten just exactly how horny smoking dope made me. As I felt my dick starting to rise, I almost wished that Kelly would get bored and leave, so I could head for the bathroom and take care of myself.

I got back to the couch with a bottle of water first and plopped back down where I'd been, putting the water on the table. When Kelly reappeared from the bathroom, she picked up the water and took big drink before sitting down, then slid back onto the couch...almost where she'd been before. This time she was just enough farther to one side that her shoulder was pressed against mine. That wasn't going to help my condition a bit.

I spent the next few minutes concentrating on what to do about my expanding dick. I reached one of those states you hit when you're stoned where you really don't notice anything outside of yourself. I had some peripheral sense of Kelly moving around on the couch for a few seconds, then I could feel her shoulder leaning against mine again, but otherwise I had no idea what was going on outside my head. I was trying to think about my options... Excuse myself and head for the bathroom with Kelly sitting there... Tell her that I'd forgotten that I had something important to do and she'd have to leave... Run screaming from the apartment and throw myself off the balcony... The last one didn't sound too bad, but I was afraid they'd find me with my dick still standing up.

Kelly's voice pulled me back to reality. "God, that is totally hot! Don't you think so, Michael?" As I slowly returned to the real world, I became aware that not only was Kelly pressed up against me, her head was resting on my shoulder. She was holding the remote in her hand, and staring transfixed at the TV. I followed her gaze, and was transfixed myself at what I saw on the screen. One girl with her head buried between another's legs, while a man was ramming his (very large) cock into the first girl's pussy. Kelly had managed to find one of my porn movies on the DVR I looked back over at Kelly. She gave me a wicked smile, said, "Too bad there are only two of us, huh?" and lifted her face toward mine. I had a choice to make. I hadn't made a good one yet tonight, why should this time be any different?

Kelly's lips pressed against mine and parted. I slid my tongue into her mouth; she sucked it in and rolled her tongue around mine as I slipped my arm around her shoulders. She tasted sweet. Her hand fell into my lap. When she felt the bulge in my jeans, she asked, "Did I do that, or was it the movie?" I chuckled and replied, "That was all you, honey!" She said, "Good!" and moved her open mouth back to mine. Out tongues rolled over each other, and mine searched out every corner of her mouth, slipping back toward her throat, then exploring the line of her teeth. Kelly's hand was still in my lap, and she'd started undoing my belt. I moved one hand up under her blouse, let my fingers trail over the skin of her belly as I slid the hand up to her chest. She gasped lightly as my fingers brushed her belly, breaking off the kiss again. This time when I lowered my mouth back to her, I went to her throat instead of her mouth. Another gasp from Kelly as my tongue traced the outline of her jaw, then slid down along her throat. By now she had my belt unbuckled, and was in the process of unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. My hand reached Kelly's breast, and she moaned, almost a purr, as I squeezed her through her bra. "Mmmmm...It fastens in front." As I worked on the catch of the bra, Kelly finished with my jeans, and I felt her push down my shorts, freeing my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking slowly, at the same time purring, "Mmmmm, nice." I was thinking the same thing as I felt her fingers moving up and down my dick. Meanwhile, I'd finished getting her bra undone, and my hand closed directly on the skin of her breast. At the same time, my tongue reached the hollow at the base of her throat. I licked lightly, then pressed my lips against her skin, kissed her, then began to suck on her throat. "Oh, god, yeah, Michael! I love it!!" Kelly's breath was already coming in gasps. After a few seconds, she mewled, "Please, Michael, suck on my tits like that!"

I shifted us around on the couch so that Kelly was lying back against one arm, and I was sort of crouched over her. I pulled her blouse up over her head and off, and she shrugged out of her bra, leaving her big, firm breasts completely free. I lowered my head to her chest, first burying my face between her breasts, licking between them, then circling first one, then the other, with my tongue. Finally, I started from the bottom of her left breast and licked up, toward the nipple, which was small, brown, and hard as my cock. When I reached the nipple, I licked then closed my lips over it, sucking it into my mouth. Kelly's breathing was getting heavier and more ragged. I began to slide one hand down her belly, feeling her muscles twitch under my fingertips. As my hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans, I switched my mouth to her other breast. Kelly's hips bucked as my hand moved into her jeans and then slid inside her panties. While my fingers wiggled through her soft bush of pubic hair, Kelly was clawing at the button and zipper of her jeans, trying to get out of them. When my fingertips reached her slit, Kelly gave up on the jeans, spreading her legs to give me access to her pussy. I pushed my middle finger hard into her pussy. "Oh god, yes! Oh fuck!"

I finger-fucked her slowly for a few seconds, listening to her gasps, and feeling her hips thrusting up against my hand. I took my mouth away from her nipple, and whispered into her ear, "Do you like that. baby?"

Her voice was raspy and weak. "Yes. God, Michael, it feels so good! Don't stop!"

"This should be even better."

I went back to sucking on her nipple, and slipped my finger back out of her pussy, moving it to top of her slit. As my finger found Kelly's clit, her hips started to buck, and she began to moan. "Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh!" I brought my thumb down against my finger, and pinched her clit between them. At the same time I sucked her nipple between my teeth and bit down. That was all it took. Kelly's entire body went into spasms. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming! AAAAHHHH! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Finally, Kelly went limp and lay back on the couch panting and moaning a little. I stood up over her, my cock still pointing out. Kelly looked up at me and whimpered, "God, Michael, I want you to fuck me, right now!"

I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked out of my jeans. Then I put my hands on Kelly's waist and pulled off her jeans and panties in one motion. Kelly was looking at me with a combination of lust and need that was almost indescribable. Now completely naked, she spread her legs and licked her lips in invitation. I hadn't said a word since Kelly had cum. I pushed her back onto the couch, and climbed on on top of her. She reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock, and guided it to her opening. I bucked my hips forward and drove into her in a single thrust. Her pelvis jerked up against mine, and she almost growled in the back of her throat, "I like it rough. Fuck me real hard!" I started doing exactly that, with long, strong strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her, then burying myself back inside her. I could feel her rounded belly pushing against mine, and her big, firm breasts flattening against my chest. Kelly had her head thrown back over the arm of the couch, and the sight of that, and the sound of her heavy breathing, drove me even harder. I pushed one of her legs up over the back of the couch, and put my hand down along her leg, reaching for her anus with my finger. When my fingertip brushed against her sphincter, Kelly hissed, "Yesssss!" and I pushed the first joint inside her ass. "Oooohhhh!" Her moan was almost unearthly. I began finger-fucking her ass in rhythm with my cock-thrusts into her pussy. Kelly's head began to flop back and forth on the arm of the couch, and she was letting out short, sharp gasps. "Ahh. Ahh. Ahh." She was close now, and so was I.

I felt Kelly's pelvis and belly start to twitch and I was sure she was ready. Pulling back as far as possible while staying inside her, I slammed back into her as hard as I could; at the same time I reached as deep into her ass as my finger would go. "Oooohhhh fuuuuck!" Kelly thrashed under me as her orgasm washed over her. Her fingers clawed at my back. The muscles of her pussy spasmed around my cock, sending me over the edge, as my balls poured their load out through my cock and into Kelly. I ground my pelvis against her clit, and wiggled my finger inside her ass. Kelly twitched and gasped in the throes of her orgasm for about thirty seconds before almost collapsing. We lay there panting, me still on top of her, my dick slowly shrinking and slipping out of her.

After what seemed like hours, Kelly finally spoke. "God, Michael, that was incredible. I guess older guys really are better."

"Well, there is something to be said for experience."

Then Kelly said something that put the capper on just how stupid I had been all night. "Boy is Tamara going to be pissed. She's going to kill me."

I squirmed more than a little at the thought of that. "Kelly, if you tell Tamara, or anybody else, about this, you're not going to be the one that's dead!"


Part 2

I spent the next week in a paranoid haze, watching for any sign from Tamara that Kelly had told her about what had happened that night. As the days went by and Tamara didn't give any indication that she knew, I slowly began to relax. I hadn't seen Kelly since the night of our dope-smoking, hard-fucking tryst, and Mary hadn't suddenly decided to start showing affection again, so I turned my attention elsewhere. There was really nothing sexual about it, but I started to develop a friendship with a woman named Diana, who worked with me. She was in her mid-thirties, just a few years younger than I was, and had two kids, a boy who was twelve and a six-year-old girl. She also had the same sort of spouse trouble that I had, except in the case of her husband it was prescription painkillers instead of booze. He was basically useless, and she was getting tired of it. Somewhere along the line she'd heard me mention that Mary had a drinking problem, so she asked me one day how I handled it. The answer, of course, was that most of the time I didn't, at least not very well, but over the next week or so we talked about out problems just about every day, usually over lunch. I hadn't noticed any sexual attraction on either side. Diana was pretty, with a narrow, soft-featured face, pale skin, and shoulder-length blond hair (which she let me know came out of a bottle) and the body you'd expect from a woman her age who'd had two kids - a little more rounded than it had been when she was younger. I liked her and found her attractive, but that was about it. And, of course, we were both married, although neither of us was feeling particularly good about the relationships.

It was a Friday, a couple of weeks after the incident with Kelly, and I was spending the afternoon training Diana on a new piece of software. (Did I mention that I'm in charge of the computer systems?) We sat next to each other, fairly close because we both needed to be able to see the computer monitor. As I walked her through the new program, she leaned closer to see what I was doing, and I felt her knee bump against mine. I expected her to move it, but she didn't; she kept it pressed against me. That probably should have made me feel uncomfortable, but it didn't. I actually relaxed more. Well, most of me relaxed. One part was starting to be anything but relaxed. As the training went on, Diana actually moved closer to me, so her thigh was up against mine. We were close enough that I noticed that Diana smelled exactly like my first girlfriend. Our hands brushed over each other a couple of times when I moved the mouse. Then Diana shifted again to get a better look at the monitor, and I felt her breast against my arm. Again, she didn't make any attempt to move away. I glance over at her - she was looking intently at the computer screen, but her lips were parted, and the tip of her tongue was running lightly over them. By now, my dick was screaming for mercy. It came, but not the kind I really wanted, when Diana suddenly yelped "Uh oh! It's five; I've got to clock out, they won't pay me for overtime!" She popped up, said, "I'll see you on Monday," and headed out of the office. Damn.

I was particularly pissed that things had ended the way they had because I was going to be alone that night. Mary had out of the blue decided to actually act like a mother for a change and had left that morning with Tamara for a long weekend of shopping in the Bay Area. They wouldn't be back until Monday night. Oh, well, at least I'd be able to play with myself in private.

That was exactly what I was planning to do later that evening as I settled in on the couch. I had my shirt off and my jeans open. I had just pulled my cock out of my shorts and given it a good pull, thinking about Diana leaning against me in the office that afternoon, when there was a knock on the door. "Who the fuck could that be?" I tucked my dick back into my pants so I could walk to the door and check it out. I looked out the peephole, and there stood Kelly, in a very tight, tank top that barely covered her boobs, and the lowest-cut pair of jeans I'd ever seen. I seriously was not sure whether to thank or curse the gods.

I opened the door (still not making good decision where Kelly was concerned) and said, "Hi, Kelly. Tamara's not home." I didn't really think that would work, but it was worth a shot.

Kelly walked right past me into the apartment as she said, "I know. She told me she was going out of town."

Once inside, Kelly closed and locked the door, turned around to face me, wrapped her arms around me, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I never had a chance.

After a few seconds, Kelly broke off the kiss, looked at me and said, "I want to suck your cock."

She was looking at me with an almost pleading expression. I laughed and said, "What, are you afraid I'm going to say 'No'?"

With that, she grinned and started digging through my jeans to get to my dick. I might as well have just left it out. Now she was kneeling in front of me, with my cock in her hand. She held it up, and licked the length of the shaft, from the base up to the head, flicking her tongue over the tip, then taking just the head into her mouth and sucking lightly. I was moaning as she repeated that process several times, then dropped her face to my balls, sucked one into her mouth, and began rolling it around with her tongue. At the same time she was stroking my cock with her fingers. I gasped out, "Keep that up and I'll blow all over the room!"

"Oh, no, you're not going to waste it!" Kelly opened her mouth and took in my whole cock in one gulp, not stopping until she gagged as it bumped against the back of her throat. She began sucking slowly, pulling back, letting her tongue glide over the underside of my cock, until just the head was still in her mouth, then sucking and licking the head before sliding her mouth around the entire length again, until I could feel her nose bumping against my belly.

I reached my hands down on each side of Kelly's head and wound my fingers into her hair. As I held her head, I started pumping my hips against her face, driving my cock into her mouth, at the same time pulling her head to me. Kelly's hands were now free, and she wrapped her arms around my hips, helping pull me to her mouth. I felt one of her hands on my ass. One finger was sliding between my ass cheeks. I felt it press against my anus, then she pushed lightly and her fingertip popped through my sphincter into my ass. It felt like my cock grew an extra inch. "Oh shit, baby, yeah!" Kelly purred around my cock, making it even harder, if that was possible, and shoved her finger deeper into my ass. It had been years since any woman had done that to me, and I'd forgotten what kind of effect it had on me. I could barely control myself as my pelvis thrashed against Kelly's face, while she sucked me like no one I'd ever had before.

"Fuck, Kelly, I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I no sooner had the words out than my cum exploded from my cock onto Kelly's tongue and down her throat. She kept sucking, and finger-fucking my ass, until my knees started to shake and I let go of her hair.

I pulled her to her feet, mumbling, "Jesus, girl, where did you learn to do that? Your turn now!"

I practically ripped her clothes off, and threw her down on the floor. By now I was pretty sure that I couldn't be too rough with her, which was lucky, because I was in no mood or condition to be gentle. With Kelly stretched out on the floor, I started my mouth on her throat, kissing and nipping gently with my teeth. Kelly's breathing became shallow almost immediately, and she began to moan lightly. I traced my tongue down her throat and in between her breasts, then spent a minute or so on each breast, licking around it, then wrapping my lips around each nipple in turn, sucking it, then biting lightly with my teeth. This drew gasps from Kelly, who cradled my head in her hands as I moved farther down her body, licking around her rib cage, then down over her belly. I ran my tongue into her belly button and swirled it around, causing the muscles in Kelly's belly to twitch. "Uhhhh, yeah, that's good."

As I moved my mouth past her navel and my tongue traced the top of her pubic bush, I spread Kelly's legs out with my hands, her knees pointed out to either side. I lowered my face to her pelvis, and my tongue licked over her pussy lips. "Oooohhhh. Mmmmmmm." I licked the length of her slit from back to front, then over and over again. As I did, I let my tongue slide back and flick against her anus. As I licked, Kelly moaned. Each time my tongue touched her ass, she gasped. I laid my fingers against the lips of her pussy and slowly spread her open, then pressed my mouth against her gaping cunt and drove my tongue into her.

"Aaaahhh, yesss! God!" I tongue-fucked Kelly for several seconds as she moaned, then a slid my mouth up, flicking my tongue over her clit, and slipped first one, then a second, finger into her pussy. My fingers became slippery as they moved in and out of her, and Kelly was gasping as my tongue rolled around her clit. I pressed a third finger against the ring of her anus, and drove it inside, now finger-fucking both her holes.

"Uh...uh...uh." Kelly's breath was short and ragged as I licked and fingered her. Her pelvis was humping against me as her back arched up off the floor. I knew she was getting close, so I intensified my attack, taking her clit between my lips and sucking on it.

"Oh, god, going to...Oh, fuck...cumming!" Kelly's shoulders jerked up off the floor; her back arched; I could feel the muscles of her pussy and ass clamp around my fingers and then go into spasms. "Aaaahhhh...Aaaahhhh...Aaaaiiiieeee!" Kelly's body shook with her orgasm, then she collapsed back onto the floor panting.

My cock was long since hard as a rock again, and I moved up and lay on top of Kelly, guiding my cock to the lips of her pussy. I slid into her with one thrust and began pumping her hard the way I had the first time we'd fucked.

"Oh my god...Oh my god," Kelly moaned several times. Her pussy and clit were still so tender that she began to cum again within seconds, her body vibrating again, as she cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my hips, pulling me tightly against as she came again.

When Kelly relaxed after this orgasm, I eased up, and began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, pulling back until just the head of my cock was in her, then pushing gently all the way back in until my pelvis rubbed against her clit. I wanted to give her time to recuperate a little. Kelly's breathing slowed down in time with my thrusts. After some time, she began humping her pelvis back at me in time with my movements. That was all I needed to start pumping faster again. I was beginning to feel the stirrings in my balls that meant an explosion wasn't far off. Kelly's breathing was shallow and ragged again, and she suddenly gasped out, "God, I'm going to cum again!" I was hammering her pussy as hard and fast as I could now.

"Aaaahhh! Uuuuhhhh!" Then Kelly gave a strangled cry. Her fingers dug into my back, her legs locked around my waist. Kelly's entire body convulsed, and I felt her pussy squeeze my cock. That was all I needed. With a grunt I slammed all the way into her and my balls started pumping my cum inside her. As I came, Kelly's body suddenly stiffened, becoming almost rigid, then she slumped back onto the floor, with my semen still pouring into her.

When I finally finished, my cock, incredibly, didn't start to shrink. It was still ready for action. I looked down at Kelly and her face had the most wanton, lascivious look I've ever seen.

"I'm still hard. You want to go again?"

Kelly nodded, still panting from last orgasm.

I gave her a wicked smile and said, "I want to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh, god, yes! Do it!" At that point I think she would have let me do just about anything to her.

I pulled my dripping cock out of her pussy, rolled her over, helped her get up on her hands and knees. I positioned myself on my knees behind her, spread her ass cheeks apart, and pushed the head of my cock against the tight ring of her anus. I leaned forward and popped just the head of my cock into her ass. Kelly grunted, and I gasped as I felt her ass squeeze my cock-head. I moved my hips forward slightly, pushing a little more of my cock into her ass, then pulled back until just the head was inside her. With each stroke I moved deeper. With each stroke, Kelly grunted and gasped as I opened up her ass. Finally I bucked my hips forward, Kelly pushed her ass back against me, and my cock buried itself completely inside Kelly's ass. Kelly moaned, "God, Michael, fuck my ass. Hard, like you fuck my pussy."

I fucked her with hard, deep strokes, trying to reach deeper inside each time. When I pulled back and her anal ring gripped the head of my cock, the feeling was incredible. If I hadn't already cum twice I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds.

I leaned over her back, and curled one hand around in front of her so I could rub her clit with my finger. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible. Kelly placed her hand over mine and shoved my finger harder against her clit. Kelly worked in rhythm with, rocking her ass back against me as I drove into her, rocking her pelvis forward to grind her clit against my finger as I pulled back.

By now I could tell by Kellly's breathing when she was getting close to an orgasm, and there was definitely another one on the way. She wasn't so much breathing now as gasping for breath, and I could feel her muscles start to shake.

"! I...aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh, aaaahhhh!" As her latest orgasm washed over her, Kelly's arms and legs collapsed and she flopped face down on the floor, still gasping and grunting. I went with, my cock driving to the hilt again in her ass, my balls banging against her pussy. The feeling of being in her ass when her muscles spasmed during her orgasm was even more intense than feeling her pussy clenching my cock. I exploded into her with a grunt, my semen washing up along the walls of her anal canal. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and when we were done, we simply lay there on the floor for several minutes, neither of us really in any condition to move.

"So," I said, when I finally found my voice again, "you wanna spend the weekend?"

Part 3

Kelly did spend the weekend, and it was pretty interesting. One of these days maybe I'll feel like putting down all of the things that went on, but at the time it was pretty much a blur. I hustled Kelly back home on Sunday night so I could get ready for the coming week, with Mary and Tamara back, and with having to face Diana at work.

The Diana issue turned out to be a problem. She wasn't doing anything unusual. In fact, everything seemed to be exactly the way it should be. We talked about our problem spouses at lunch, worked together on things when it was necessary, and that was it. Except that for me that wasn't it. I couldn't forget how I'd felt when we'd accidentally touched while working on Friday, or the way she smelled. I kept looking for clues as to whether anything that happened had a similar affect on Diana, but there weren't any clues. And I wanted there to be.

Then, on Thursday as I was getting ready to leave, Diana stopped by my desk and said, "Hey, are you going to the party tomorrow night?" The office has a couple of parties a year, in the Summer and during the holidays. It was time for the Summer party, and I hadn't really even thought about it.

"I don't know, haven't really decided. With Mary the way she is I wouldn't want to bring her along."

"Yeah, that wouldn't be a good place for Chris, either. I was thinking about going alone, just to get out of the house and away from him for a while."

"I will if you will." I'm still not sure why I said that, but once it was out I couldn't take it back.

What really surprised me was when Diana smiled and said, "OK, see you there," as she headed out.

The office was fairly deserted Friday afternoon. The staff who were involved in putting on the party were setting up the site, and quite a few other people had taken the afternoon off to get ready. Diana stopped by my desk about 3:00 and said, "You still planning to go tonight?"

"Yep, I'll be there. You?" I was afraid maybe she'd decided not to go.

"Oh yeah. I'm heading out now so I can get a little rest before hand. See you tonight!"

The company had rented the banquet room of one of the better restaurants in town for the party. Dressing up wasn't required, which was fine by me. I wore my good black cowboy boots, nice jeans, and a white shirt. I got there early; the longer I was out of the house and away from my boozing wife, the better. I was relaxing with a beer when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"I should have known you'd wear the cowboy boots," Diana said with a giggle.

I turned around, and barely recognized the woman standing in front of me. She hadn't had a makeover, or anything like that. The face hadn't changed a bit. But her hair was no longer blond, it was a deep chestnut, and for some reason it made her look mysterious, and much sexier than she had as a blond. She was also wearing a dress, something she almost never did. It was nothing fancy, just a cream-colored Summer sun dress, but it was perfect. The color accented her complexion. The front scooped down just enough to reveal the tops of her breasts. The dressed hugged the curve of her belly just right. I stood speechless.

"Don't you like it?" Diana sounded crushed.

"Oh yeah, I like it!" I was maybe a little too enthusiastic. "I just wasn't expecting it. Is that more like your natural hair color?"

"Yeah, it's pretty close."

"Well you look great with that color. You might want to keep it that way. Need a drink?"

I slipped my arm through Diana's and took her off to get a glass of wine.

After about an hour of eating, drinking, and visiting, Diana said, "Let's go outside for a while." I figured she wanted to have a cigarette, which would be fine with me. We walked out onto the enclosed patio off one end of the banquet room. Instead of pulling out a pack of smokes, Diana stood next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I slipped my arm around her shoulders, and she sighed, then shifted slightly so her back was to me and she was leaning back against me. I wrapped both arms around her, resting my hands on the curve of her belly, and felt her press her ass back against me.

After a minute or so, Diana turned to face me. Our eyes met, then our lips. As our tongues danced, Diana's hand went to the zipper of my jeans, opening it, reaching inside to stroke my cock. I pulled up the front of her skirt, pushed aside her panties, and ran a finger up inside her pussy. By now my cock was hard. Diana maneuvered it out through the zipper of my jeans, pulled me toward her, and said, "Come here. Now."

I pulled my finger out of her and let her replace it with dick. She guided me in, and I entered her with a single hard push. Diana gasped, then let out a long, contended sigh. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips, and I was holding her off the ground. I began fucking her with long, slow strokes, hearing a mixture of moans and gasps.

After a few minutes, Diana groaned, "Oh, god. Unh...Unh...Unh..." Her arms and legs clenched, pulling me tighter against her, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. She gasped a couple of times, holding me tightly inside her, then relaxed, looked at me with a huge smile, and whispered, "Come in me."

I began stroking into her again and it was only seconds before I felt my balls tighten and I shot my cum into Diana's pussy while she purred softly in my ear. I relaxed. Diana let herself back down to a standing position. I looked around furtively to make sure we hadn't gathered an audience. Then we walked back to inside, holding hands until we reached the door. We couldn't let anyone see us holding hands; after all, we were both married.

My sex life certainly seemed to have picked up the past few weeks, but I couldn't shake the feeling that everything else had decided to leap into a very fast-moving handbasket.

It didn't help much when I got home a couple of hours later and found Tamara and Kelly sitting on the couch watching TV together.

"Hi, dad, how was the party?"

"Hi, Michael."

"Hey girls. The party was pretty good. What's going on?"

Tamara answered. "Kelly's mother is out of town for the weekend, and she didn't want to stay home alone. Mom said it was OK for her to stay here."

"Sure. I'm going to sack out. Getting too old for a party after a full day of work." I tried to sound nonchalant, but I'm not sure I made it.

"We'll try not to make too much noise, Michael." Kelly had a wry smile on her face, and I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

In the bedroom I found that Mary wasn't there. Probably in Tamara's room again. As her drinking had gotten worse lately, she'd taken to sleeping in Tamara's room. I don't know if it was to get away from me, or if her mind and memory were even shakier than I thought. Those nights, Tamara wound up sleeping on the couch. Tonight I was just as happy that Mary wasn't in our bed.

I was asleep as soon as I hit the bed. I really was worn out, although I hadn't told the girls the whole reason, of course.

I woke up thirsty, glanced at the clock. 1:30. I decided to go out and get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. As I opened the bedroom door, which led to the living room, as saw something that stopped me dead.

My daughter Tamara was on her back on the floor, naked, her legs spread, with Kelly's face buried in her pussy. I couldn't see exactly what Kelly was doing, her head was in the way, but I could see that Tamara was enjoying it. She was breathing heavily, and moaning softly, biting her lower lip to keep from making too much noise. Her fingers were twined in Kelly's hair, holding Kelly's face against her.

It was the first time I'd seen my daughter naked since she was a baby, and I couldn't look away. She was a smaller girl than Kelly. Small breasts, slim waist, hips just beginning to widen.

I've never been one of those guys who lusts after his teenage daughter. In fact, I've always thought they're sick puppies who should be locked up to protect the rest of the world. Now, though, as I watched my daughter having sex with another 16-year-old girl, my dick was hard and I couldn't look away. I wanted to run into the living room and shove my cock into Kelly's pussy, or her ass. Even more, I realized shamefully, I wanted to put my cock into Tamara's mouth and have her suck me while she was being eaten. What was the most exciting part for me? That one of the girls was my daughter? That the other was my part-time lover? Just the fact that I was watching two girls? I didn't know, and I didn't care. I freed my cock from my pajamas and started stroking it as I watched. I had just enough of a mind left to make sure I didn't make any noise and let the girls know I was there.

It didn't long for Tamara's moans to intensify. Her hips bucked out against Kelly's mouth, and I saw her body start to shake.

"God, yes! Mmmm! Unh unh unh unh! Oooohhhh!" Watching my daughter have an orgasm was all it took for me. My cock and balls twitched, and my cum shot out against the bedroom door. I quickly and quietly closed the door, before the girls could notice that I was watching. I cleaned myself and the door with a towel from the clothes hamper, then crawled back into bed. This time I didn't get to sleep easily or quickly. The walls were too solid for me to hear anything from the living room, but my imagination ran wild. Was Tamara now eating Kelly's pussy? Were they masturbating each other? Was one of the girls fucking the other with a dildo? Eventually I drifted off to sleep, to be greeted by dreams too disgusting to describe.

Part 4

The next week was tortuous. Oh, there were some very nice parts, mostly involving Diana at work. After our little escapade at the party, she was being very friendly. She took every opportunity to come by my desk and flirt, and managed to bump or rub up against me more than once. At one point she even cornered me in the break room, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and got her hand into my pants. She made a circle of her thumb and forefinger, wrapped it around my cock, and got in several strokes before we heard people coming. As she headed back to her desk, she smiled sweetly and teased me by saying, "Now you've got something to look forward to!"

Even the good things with Diana had a down side, though. We were both still married, so there wasn't really much chance we were going to spend much time together away from work. Meanwhile, the rest of my life was not going well. Every time I looked at Tamara, what flashed through my mind was jerking myself off as I watched my daughter having her pussy licked by another girl. That made me think about my indiscretions with Kelly. And wish for more. And wonder if Kelly would still be interested in me after she'd had Tamara. I was a mess.

And that wasn't the worst of it. Mary was drinking even more, and I was seriously starting to worry about her health. I talked to her again about entering a rehab clinic, but she would have nothing to do with that. I'd made up my mind to do some research on whether I could get her into one against her wishes.

As if things weren't bad enough, on Friday the phone rang. When I answered it the voice on the other end was vaguely familiar.


"Yes." I was curious. Only Kelly called me Michael.

"This is Sandy Posey, Kelly's mother. I was wondering if we could get together sometime tomorrow to talk about Kelly." Oh, shit... Had Kelly said something to her mother? Was Sandy suspicious about the amount of time Kelly had been spending away from home? Shit, shit, shit. If she was suspicious, the worst thing I could do was seem like I was avoiding her.

"Sure, what's a good time for you?

"Early afternoon would be best. Maybe about 1:00. I was thinking we could meet at the coffee house on 50th and have a cup of coffee while we talked."

"Sounds good, I'll see you at one tomorrow." Shit, shit, shit.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well Friday night, and I was pretty twitchy Saturday morning, too. Tamara commented on how nervous I was acting, and even Mary, who didn't notice much lately, seemed to know that something was up.

I got to the coffee house a few minutes before 1:00, ordered an espresso, and picked out a table in the corner, sitting on a bench against the wall. Sandy walked in a couple of minutes later, saw me, and gave me a big smile and a wave. She didn't look like she was going to rip me a new asshole or put me in prison, but you never know. She motioned toward the counter to let me know she was going to get something to drink, and a minute later settled into the chair across from me.

She apparently didn't believe in preliminary small talk. "Michael, I'm worried about Kelly. She almost never comes home, and I know she's fooling around with drugs and boys. I just don't seem to be able to communicate with her. I know she spends a lot of time with Tamara, and she seems to have a good relationship with you." Damn, woman, if you had any idea! "I thought maybe you could give me some advice about how to handle her."

I figuratively breathed the biggest sigh of relief of my life. Sandy wasn't suspicious about my relationship with Kelly, she actually thought I might be able to give her some parenting tips! In fact, maybe I could, because I'd heard enough from Kelly, both when we were together and when Kelly was hanging out with Tamara, to know that the biggest problem was Kelly didn't think she could talk to her mother, confide in her, because she was convinced Sandy would never understand any of the things she did, and would always get angry. I tried to explain this to Sandy without upsetting her. She seemed to take it fairly well, and I was beginning to think our little meeting might actually accomplish something.

After we'd talked things out for about 15 minutes, Sandy said, "You want more coffee? My treat."

"Sure, double espresso."

"I'll run up and get it."

When she came back with our drinks, Sandy plopped down on the bench next to me, instead of across the table. I suddenly realized that I'd never heard Kelly talk about her father, and had no idea of Sandy's marital status. She knew I was married, of course, so I was probably just seeing things that weren't there. On the other hand, my feelings about that type of thing had been pretty accurate lately. Unfortunately.

"So, how do you think I could start getting her to trust me?" Sandy asked.

"Just try asking her about what she's doing, and don't jump on her if it's not exactly what you want her to be doing. Then maybe she'll open up to you a little more."

"Yeah, but I can't talk to her if I never see her. Hey, maybe you and your wife and Tamara could come over for dinner sometime. If Tamara's there, Kelly will stay home. And maybe if you guys are there she'll be civil if I try to talk to her."

"That might work. I'll check with Mary and Tamara and see if I can find a night that would be good for everybody, and let you know."

"Great! I'm really glad we had this talk, Michael, I think it's going to help. I better get going now, I've got errands to run this afternoon." She gave my hand a squeeze as she got up to go. No, Michael, she is not trying to come onto you. And if she does, run away as fast as you can possibly manage. You need more women to worry about like you need to face the Spanish Inquisition.

Unfortunately, that was about to take a big drop in importance on my list. I was just getting into the car to head home when my cell phone rang. It was Tamara.

"Dad, something's wrong with mom! She collapsed, and I'm not sure she's breathing! Daddy, what should I do?!"

"I'm on the way home, honey, but call 911, right now. I'll see you in a few minutes."

I got home just as the ambulance was pulling up. Tamara was in a panic, and I held her to try to calm her down. The paramedics had Mary on a gurney and were wheeling her out the door. One of them turned to me and said, "She's breathing, but she's had some kind of seizure. They'll be able to tell more at the hospital. We're taking her to Memorial."

I managed to get Tamara calmed down enough to get her into the car so we could follow the ambulance to the hospital.

Waiting. Too much waiting. That's always the problem during any trip to the hospital. I was vaguely aware of Tamara sitting next to me clinging to my arm. Then of her talking to someone on the phone, Kelly from the way the conversation was going. People wandering in and out. The various indistinguishable sounds of a hospital always in the background.

Finally, a doctor appeared, middle-aged, undistinguished looking. He introduced himself, then got down to business.

"Your wife's seizure was caused by the amount of alcohol in her system. We have her stabilized now. She should be all right, long term, but it will be a long process, and she'll have to stay away from drinking. She's going to have to stay here for a few days, then she should go into a residential treatment center for at least a month. I can't emphasize too strongly how important it is that she stop drinking."

"I know. I'm not the one you have to convince."

Tamara and I were able to see her briefly, although she was still pretty much out of it. We then headed home. There really wasn't much we could do at the hospital besides make ourselves crazy.

We were just sitting around, not really doing anything, when the phone rang.

"Michael, it's Sandy. Kelly told me about what happened, and I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am. If there's anything I can do, please let me know."

"Thanks. I appreciate the thought. There's not really much any of us can do right now."

"Would it help if you and Tamara came over for dinner? You could at least get out of the house for a bit."

I checked with Tamara, and she thought it might be a good idea, so we found ourselves having ham and scalloped potatoes with Sandy and Kelly. If you didn't know the background, you'd have thought it was a really happy, homey family dinner. Tamara seemed really relaxed, and Sandy and Kelly treated each other like human beings. We'd gotten the dinner that Sandy and I had talked about, but the circumstances weren't exactly what we'd had in mind. And Sandy might not have been such a good host if she'd known her daughter was fucking both of her guests. (Actually, I didn't know if Kelly was fucking Tamara or not, having no idea if what I'd seen between them was a one-time thing, or part of something larger. What Kelly and I had going on, though, was definitely more than a one-night-stand.)


On Sunday morning, Tamara and I went to the hospital to see Mary. She looked better, but still pretty ragged. Tamara did most of the talking. I felt uncomfortable pretty quickly. Mary and I hadn't had much of a marriage for some time now, and, although I felt guilty about it, I wasn't really sure I belonged there. Tamara came to my rescue.

"Mom, Dad's got to go now, he's got some things he needs to take care of. But I'm going to stay here pretty much all day, and he'll come and pick me up later." I shot Tamara a grateful look, hoping Mary didn't notice. I knew Tamara would want to spend as much time as she could with her mother. They'd always been close, in spite of Mary's shortcomings as a parent. And now, if Mary went into rehab, Tamara wouldn't see her for at least a month. If she didn't go into rehab... Well, I didn't want to think about that.

I headed home, and not long after I walked in the door my cell phone rang. It was Kelly.

"Michael, are you alone?"

"Yeah, Tamara's at the hospital with her mother."

"Good, 'cause I've got something you need." I heard a hissing intake of breath, letting me know that Kelly had pot that she wanted to share. I was in no condition to resist.

She got there within a few minutes. We settled down on the couch, Kelly pulled out a joint, and we were soon on our way to the land of the crispy. It was very reminiscent of the first night that we'd had sex.

At some point after we were blissfully fried, Kelly turned to me, looked into my eyes, and said, "You want me, don't you?"


"Then take me." I should have been laughing my ass off at that, especially since I was stoned. It was the ultimate cliche from a bad porno movie. But humor wasn't really a big part of my life at that point, so instead of laughing, I grabbed her hair with one hand, pulled her to me, and crushed my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth, and we started clawing at each other's clothes. Being high made us clumsy, and it took a while for us to strip each other; that we managed to laugh about. Before too long, though, we were naked on the couch, and I was sliding into Kelly. I wasn't gentle, but then Kelly had never really wanted me to be. I was pounding into her roughly, and she was obviously loving it. Her breathing was ragged, and she was moaning, as I drove my cock into her pussy, while at the same time kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples.

"I'm gonna cum, Michael, fuck me hard! Yes, god, yes!" Kelly stiffened, then shook and clutched at me, pulling me tighter. Her orgasm washed over her, and she gasped several times before relaxing back against the couch with a sigh.

I pulled my cock out of her and began to move up toward her head.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to cum in your mouth, baby."

Before I reached her mouth, I made a stop at her tits. I brushed the head of my cock against her nipples, and Kelly purred in appreciation. With that encouragement, I began rubbing first the head, and then my entire dick, over Kelly's tits. I slid it into the hollow between her tits, pressed them together with my hands and began tit-fucking her. Kelly, moaning again, replaced my hands with hers, holding her tits together around my cock as I rocked it back and forth. Kelly leaned her head forward and stuck out her tongue, brushing the tip over the head of my cock as I stroked up toward her face. It was an incredible feeling, my cock trapped between Kelly's big, firm tits, while her tongue teased the head. It didn't take long until I was ready to blow.

"I'm ready to cum, baby, open your mouth." Kelly did as she was told, and I moved the rest of the way up and pushed my cock between her lips. She sucked hard, and ran her tongue the length of my cock as I drove it into her mouth. The head of my cock wedged against the back of her throat, and that was enough to push me over the edge. I shivered as my balls poured my cum out through my cock, into Kelly's mouth and down her throat. She gulped reflexively, swallowing everything I shot into her.

We curled up on the couch together, and I began to wonder just how morally bankrupt I had managed to become. If only I'd known how much farther I could fall.


Part 5

When I picked Tamara up at the hospital that evening, she was feeling pretty depressed. She didn't say much of anything, which wasn't like her. We had a quiet dinner, and I read a little while Tamara tried to get interested in a TV show, without much success. By about 8:00, Tamara had headed for her bedroom, and I was left to contemplate what was happening to my life, which was not exactly what I wanted to be doing.

About 9:00 I went to my bedroom and started getting ready to crash. The past few days had taken enough of a toll on me that I'd probably be able to sleep even that early. I'd stripped down to my underwear and was just about ready to sack out when the door to the bedroom opened and Tamara walked in. She was dressed for bed, too, wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of panties. I hadn't seen her like that since... well, since she was too young for seeing her in such a skimpy outfit to have an affect on me.

"Dad, I know mom needs to take care of her drinking, and she'll have to be gone for a while. But when she's done with that, will she be coming back home? Ever?"

Maybe I should have lied, to reassure her. I wasn't in the mood, and she was old enough and mature enough to know the truth anyway.

"I honestly don't know, honey. Maybe she will, but we might all decide that it's best if she doesn't."

Please, get this conversation over quickly, I don't need what's starting to happen to my body as I look at my little girl... No such luck. Tamara walked over to me, put her arms around my neck, and hugged me.

"Daddy, I'm worried."

"Me, too, honey." Although what I was mostly worried about was that Tamara would feel the rising of my dick, which, as usual, had a mind of its own. It was almost fully erect now, straining against my briefs, and, to my horror, Tamara hugged me even tighter, her head resting on my chest, her body moving closer against mine. The memory of Tamara's naked body writhing on the floor while Kelly ate her pussy flashed through my mind. I could feel my stiff cock pressing against her belly, only her T-shirt and my briefs separating us. Tamara must be able to feel it, too. She'll finally know what a disgusting pervert her father has become.

I couldn't believe what I felt next. Tamara's pelvis arched out against me, her crotch moving against my hard rod. It must have been my imagination, that couldn't really have happened. But there it was again, and this time I thought I heard her whimper into my chest.

I looked down at Tamara. As I did she moved her head off my chest and lifted it up to me. I bent down. My lips brushed against hers. I felt her mouth open slightly and extended my tongue, first licking lightly over her lips, then entering her mouth. I heard the soft whimper again, this time definitely not my imagination. Something in the back of my brain screamed at me to stop. My cock paid no attention. Neither did my hands, which lifted up Tamara's T-shirt and rose to her breasts, circling them, squeezing with a milking motion, then softly pinching her nipples. Another whimper from Tamara. I felt Tamara's hand steal inside my briefs. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and began stroking slowly. After a few seconds, I took her wrist in my hand, pulled her hand away from my cock, and stepped back, breaking off our kiss.

"What's wrong, daddy?" Everything. What we're doing. That we're doing it while your mother is in the hospital. Most of all, that I'm enjoying it so much. Of course, I was too far gone to even consider saying that and ending this mess right now.

"Nothing, honey, it's just that if you keep that up very long, I'm going to cum all over your hand."

What I wanted to do next was throw Tamara onto the bed and stick my cock as deep into her pussy as it would go. But I wanted to make sure she'd have an orgasm, and I didn't know if she was still a virgin or not, so I thought I'd better start with something other than just fucking her hard and fast. Yeah, my brain would still work to figure something like that out, just not on anything that would be really useful.

I did pick Tamara up and throw her onto the bed, so her legs were dangling off the side, and pulled her panties off in the same motion. I got my first actual look at my daughter's pussy; Kelly's head had blocked it when I'd seen them on the floor together. She had blond hair there, too, not trimmed or shaved, but naturally fairly sparse. I could see the lips of her pussy pulsing, waiting for me to do something.

With no more preliminaries, I knelt on the floor next to the bed, spread Tamara's legs apart, and lowered my face to her pelvis. I opened her pussy lips with my thumbs and pressed my mouth tightly against her opening. She was already incredibly wet. Tamara gasped as my tongue licked around the inside of her lips, then moaned when pushed my tongue out into her cunt and began tongue-fucking her. I was overwhelmed by my daughter's taste and smell. Tamara was thrusting her pelvis against my mouth in time to the strokes of my tongue, and each time my tongue entered her, she breathed out a short, sharp gasp.

"God, Daddy, that's soooo good! Mmmmmm!"

After a minute or so, I slid my tongue down to the strip of flesh separating her pussy from her asshole, licked it, then slowly tongued the length of her slit, touching every inch of it, until I finally flicked the tip of my tongue over Tamara's clit. Her body tensed, then relaxed.

"Fuuuuck. Oh fuck," she moaned.

I repeated that motion several times, each time letting my tongue linger on her clit a little longer. Tamara's back was starting to arch up off the bed, then flop back down, driving her pelvis even harder against my mouth. Her breathing was ragged, the gasps and moans louder and more frequent. I slid my hands under Tamara's ass and spread her cheeks out slightly, and the next time my tongue wandered to the bottom of her slit I let it go farther, down to her anus. Tamara jerked when my tongue moved against the tight, puckered opening of her ass. I ran my tongue around the rim, then spread her slightly more and shoved the tip of my tongue through the opening into my daughter's ass. Her hips bucked.


Pulling my tongue from her ass, I again licked the length of Tamara's pussy. This time instead of swirling my tongue around her clit, I fastened my lips on it and sucked. At the same time I placed two fingertips against the lips of her pussy and one against the rim of her asshole, and began lightly massaging her two openings.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

I felt Tamara's body start to tremble, and knew she was ready. At the same time, I fastened my teeth on Tamara's clit and bit down lightly and thrust my fingers into her, two into her pussy, one into her ass.

"Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming!" Tamara's entire body spasmed. She grabbed my head in her hands and held my mouth tight against her clit. Her legs wrapped around my neck and shoulders. As she shook I continued to suck on her clit, and curled my fingers inside her cunt and anus, feeling her muscles clamping down on me. Her back arched up off the bed. Gasp after gasp of air exploded form her lungs. Finally, Tamara's body relaxed back on the bed. She let go of me with her hands and legs, and lay there breathing heavily. I stood up and looked down at the incredible sight of her naked body on my bed.

"God, Daddy, I didn't know anything could be that good!" I resisted the impulse to ask her if I was better than Kelly.

"There's more to come," I said as I positioned myself over her.

"I want your cock!" She obviously knew what I'd been talking about.

I scooted Tamara around on the bed so her legs weren't trailing off the side, and knelt over her. I positioned the head of my cock against the mouth of her pussy. I slipped the head just inside, forcing her open. I groaned as I felt her pussy grip me, and Tamara mewled. I pushed in slowly, until I felt what I was looking for as my cock bumped up against her cherry. Tamara was a virgin, and now I knew what to expect, even if she probably didn't. Tamara had let out a big sigh as I entered her up to her hymen, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I simply couldn't wait or take things slow any longer. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was inside Tamara again, then drove the entire length of it into her pussy, popping her cherry.

I saw Tamara's face contort in pain. "It hurts, Daddy."

"I know, honey, try to relax as much as you can."

I began stroking into her as slowly as I could, which wasn't as slow as I should have. I just didn't have too much control left. I watched Tamara wince in pain at each stroke, and heard her groan. Then, slowly, after a few strokes, the wincing was replaced by a relaxed expression; the pain must be starting to fade. The groans turned to moans. Eventually Tamara's face began to register pleasure, and I knew she was changing from someone who was being fucked to someone who was fucking. There were more moans, now, along with occasional gasps of "Yes!" and her pelvis was beginning to rock against mine. For me, the feeling was incredible. She was tight, her pussy giving my cock lots of friction, with the feeling being intensified by the fact that she was my daughter, and a virgin.

Then, suddenly, it was over. It hit me suddenly with no warning, and I didn't have time to try to hold back. My cum erupted out of me and into Tamara's pussy, spurt after spurt, filling her up. As my body shook, I was barely able to brace myself with my arms to keep from collapsing on top of Tamara. My dick quickly went limp and slid out of Tamara's cunt.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it back any more. I wanted it to last longer, you looked like you were just starting to enjoy it."

"It's OK, Daddy, you already made me cum with your mouth."

"Yeah, but I wanted to make you cum with my cock, too." I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my own daughter.

"Then come up here and let's get you ready to try again." Tamara winked at me and giggled.

I moved up so I was straddling Tamara's shoulders, with my cock hovering above her face. She propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth, and I guided myself into her mouth. Tamara may have never had a cock in her pussy before, but this was definitely not the first time she'd had one in her mouth. She took my entire limp dick in. Her lips formed a seal around me. Her tongue swirled around my cock. Her teeth raked over my skin, providing extra stimulation. And she sucked. Hard. My cock was almost immediately on its way back to a useful condition, enough that I could start thrusting into her mouth. Withing seconds I was raring to go again, and backed away from Tamara's mouth.

"Ready for more, honey."


This time Tamara's pussy took my cock easily, with no resistance, while still gripping me tightly. There was no pain on Tamara's face as I began to fuck her again, it was something like ecstasy. Her head was laid back, her eyes closed, and she was breathing deeply through her mouth. Her hips moved in time with mine, making sure that I was buried completely inside her with each stroke.

"God, Daddy, yes, fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

I did, not that I really needed the encouragement. The feel of Tamara's skin against mine; the grip of her pussy around my cock; her smell; the taste of her that was still in my mouth. Any one of these would have been enough. Together they drove me into a frenzy. I was pounding Tamara almost uncontrollably, with each thrust pulling back until I almost popped out of her, then driving all the way back in again. And I was doing it all faster that I would have thought possible. Tamara's breathing was becoming labored. I could feel her body starting to twitch under me, as her muscles began to contract and release.

She began almost chanting, "Yes, yes, yes," in time with my thrusts, then "Yes" turned to "Fuck, fuck fuck."

I felt the muscles in her belly tense. Her pussy tightened around my cock. She gripped my shoulders and dug her fingernails into my skin, while her legs locked around my hips.

"Oooohhhh. Oooohhhh. Fucking shit, YESSSS!" Tamara's body convulsed, her head whipped wildly from side to side on the bed. If she hadn't had her legs locked around me, she'd have probably vibrated me right out of her. Wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her, until she finally gave out a contented sigh and relaxed her grip on me.

"Mmmmmmm, god, I'm glad we decided to do it again!"

This time I was the one who wasn't finished. I was still hard as a rock and needing to come. I restarted my thrusts, which had been interrupted when Tamara's orgasm had taken me hostage. I was moving more slowly now, afraid that this might be uncomfortable for Tamara after what she'd just been through. I probably should have been a more sensitive father, but I was well past being able to think much beyond my own needs. Slowing things down was about as solicitous as I could be.

At first Tamara didn't do much, probably still in recovery mode. After a bit, though, she again became a participant, her hips moving with mine, her breaths becoming shorter and faster. Her pussy still gripped my cock like a vise. Our strokes quickened again, back to their previous cadence. Tamara pulled my face down to hers and started kissing me, our tongues rolling over each other, whipping back and forth from one mouth to the other. Tamara's moans were now going straight into my mouth, causing a new set of vibrations to course through my body. I knew I was getting close, and so was Tamara. She broke off the kiss and lay back, grunting as I drove into her.

"Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Oh god, I'm going to come again! Aaaahhhh!"

Another orgasm rolled through Tamara's body, feeling to me like a slightly less intense version of the last one. She thrashed on the bed under me again, and clutched at me. This time I wasn't paying as much attention, because this time her orgasm was enough to send me over the edge. I drove in hard; the head of my cock tried to pry open Tamara's cervix, and I felt myself explode. This time I was shaking almost as hard as Tamara, as I filled her up with semen for the second time that night.

Neither of us moved for a few minutes, we just lay there with our arms around each other. My dick softened, shrank, and slid free of Tamara's body. My semen leaked from between my daughter's legs down onto the sheets. Finally, I rolled off of Tamara onto my back. Tamara curled up next to me and lay her head on my shoulder. We drifted off to sleep without saying a word. This time there were no dreams. It was just as well. There'd be nightmares aplenty in the days to come.

Part 6

Monday morning. Alarm. Wake up. Stretch; feel someone next to me. Who...? Oh, god, that's right, it's Tamara. What's she going to say and do when she gets up? Damn, man, why can't you get yourself straightened out?

I rolled out of bed, figuring it couldn't hurt to let Tamara sleep a while longer. I called my boss at work and explained the situation with Mary. I let him know that I'd be taking the week off, but would try to be back in the following Monday. Fortunately, I've worked for the company a long time and have plenty of vacation time built up. There shouldn't be anything going on that couldn't happen without me being there.

By the time I got off the phone, Tamara was up and still wearing not a thing. I'd at least thrown on some underwear and a robe. She walked over to me, threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a very passionate kiss. So much for me being worried about how she'd handled what happened last night!

"OK, Dad, I'm going to go get dressed, then you can take me in to the hospital so I can spend the day with Mom." In a perfectly normal voice, as if nothing had happened. Did she not see even a little bit of the irony in that?

I dropped Tamara off at the hospital, then spent most of the day doing research on alcohol treatment programs. Mary still hadn't officially agreed to enter one, but she was at least talking about it, and I wanted to have plenty of information when the time came to make decisions. There were plenty of variables to consider (cost, location, insurance coverage) and I didn't want to be fumbling around trying to figure out what to do later.

About Noon my cell rang. It was the office. Huh? No reason anybody should need to call me. Better answer, just in case something has blown up.

"Hi, Mike, how are you doing?" It was Diana.

"Hey, kid, how are you. I'm OK, considering. Won't be in this week at all, though."

"I know, I heard. I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you and see if there's anything I can do."

"No, nothing right now." Unless you want to take a very large blunt object and knock some sense into me. "I appreciate the offer though. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

"OK. You know you can call me if you need to talk about anything, right?"

"Yeah, thanks. I may just take you up on that." Even if we hadn't been playing around lately, her problems with her husband's drug use meant that we had a certain bond. "I'll call in a couple of days anyway and let you know how things are going."

"OK, hang in there. See you later."


As soon as I hung up I wished I'd set up a time to meet her later in the week. Not for sex. (OK, not just for sex.) I'd been getting plenty of that recently, for the first time in quite a while. But it would be nice to be able to talk to somebody who'd understand at least some of what I was going through. I didn't want to call her back right away, though. I didn't want to look like I was too needy.

Nothing else of note happened during the day, although I did get a lot of information about several residential treatment centers. The rest of the week I'd be pouring through what I'd gathered up to try to make a decision. In the late afternoon I headed back to the hospital to pick up Tamara.

I visited with Mary for a few minutes when I got to the hospital. That was about all I could manage at that point. We hadn't really had much of a marriage for the last couple of years, since her drinking had really taken off, and I just couldn't pretend any more. Of course, the fact that lately I'd had sex with a 16-year-old girl, a co-worker, and our daughter didn't exactly make it easy for me to face my wife. She did seem more receptive to the idea of going through rehab. I figured Tamara must have talked to her about it.

As we walked out of the hospital, Tamara said, "Dad, I talked to Kelly, and we want to go out to the mall and just hang out there til it closes. Can we? I really need to just get out for a while and not have to worry about anything."

I could certainly sympathize with that! "Did Kelly talk to her mother about it?"

"Yeah, she said it's fine. We can go pick her up now if you want to."

"OK, let's do it." A poor choice of words, but I don't think Tamara caught it.

When we got to Kelly's house, Sandy suggested that the two of us could take the girls to the mall, turn them loose to do whatever teenage girls do at the mall, and then we could grab some dinner and relax. That sounded like a fine idea to me, so Sandy and I found ourselves talking over dinner at one of the seafood restaurants at the mall. Mostly just small talk, avoiding the obvious subject.

When we finished dinner, Sandy said, "Hey, this place doesn't close for another four hours, and I know our daughters are going to want to stay the whole time. Why don't we go back to my place to wait instead of trying to act like we enjoy running around the mall like a couple of valley girls."

I smiled and said, "That's the best offer I've had in a while. I'll call Tamara and let her know that's what we're going to do."

When we got back to Sandy's house we settled onto the couch and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on, but you get to the point where you think something's wrong if you don't have that noise in the background. Sandy was sitting a little closer to me than was probably necessary, and I felt her head lean over on my shoulder. My cock was starting to get stiff from the warmth of her leaning against me and the delicate smell she gave off. A minute or so later, Sandy shifted slightly, turning toward me. I looked at her, short dark hair around an angular face with a straight, thin nose and fairly thin lips, brown eyes behind small wire-rimmed glasses. It doesn't sound all that great on paper, but in person it was beautiful, and the expression on her face was pure lust. Her hand landed in my lap and started massaging my cock through my jeans.

"Sandy..." I started.

"Shut up." Her mouth was on mine, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while her hand was unfastening my belt and jeans, freeing my cock from my shorts, cupping my balls and squeezing them just hard enough to hit that tipping point between pleasure and pain. Once my cock was loose, Sandy's mouth decided it wanted something better than my tongue to fill it. As her lips wrapped around the head of my shaft, I realized how long it had been since I'd had a mature, experienced woman blow me. For all the action I'd been getting lately, the only mouths I'd had around my dick were 16 year olds. They were both very naturally talented, but sometimes there's just no substitute for experience.

Sandy's mouth held just the head of my cock hostage, as her hand moved from squeezing my balls to stroking my dick. Her tongue swirled around me, circling the head, teasing the sensitive skin just at the bottom of the head. The tip of her tongue forced open my pee-hole, causing me to jerk and gasp.

"Damn, woman, trying to kill me?" She kind of hummed something around my cock, causing me to tingle even more. Suddenly her hand went back to my balls, and her mouth engulfed my cock. Her lips were now locked on the base of my dick, her tongue still circling and teasing, while her fingers on my balls again brought me to the edge of a scream. I felt the head of my cock slide into her throat; no gagging for Sandy. Then her mouth moved up, sucking and sucking, as I watched her cheeks hollow. She practically lifted me up off the couch as her lips reached the head again, and I felt like she was trying to suck my balls out through my cock. Again down to the base, full penetration into her mouth, this time her tongue slithering out of her mouth to lick my balls as she reached bottom. Back up to suck on the head like she was trying to get a really thick milkshake through a straw. Down again; this time her hand slid back from my balls, one finger reached between my ass cheeks and pressed lightly against my asshole. So, Kelly came by that little trick naturally.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, which caused Sandy to add pressure to her finger, just enough to wedge the tip in the opening of my ass. This time when Sandy moved up to the head of my cock I put my hands on her head and lifted her up off of me and looked into her eyes.

"You don't want me to come in your mouth, do you?"

"Sure, as long as you're good for more than one tonight!" She gave me the most wicked grin I've ever seen, and got back to business. This time as her mouth enveloped my cock, her finger penetrated my ass, sliding deep into my bowels. My ass clenched around her finger. My cock reached back into her throat. My balls contracted and blew their load out through my dick, pumping spurt after spurt down Sandy's throat as she gulped it down. I slumped back against the couch, gasping, my cock shrinking inside Sandy's mouth as she licked and sucked, making sure she had every drop of semen, my ass still gripping her finger. I never had found out why Sandy's husband wasn't around, but if he had walked out on this, he was nuts.

"Holy shit! That was... Oh, hell, I don't even know how it was!" I was practically incoherent.

"You like that, huh?" Sandy sat back up next to me, her lips found mine again, and my hands began to work with no input from my brain, which was still off on a break. Sandy was wearing a baggy T-shirt and loose khaki pants. I immediately disposed of the T-shirt, then unfastened her bra and slipped it off, freeing a pair of very nice breasts. They were large, about the same size as Kelly's with surprisingly almost no sag. I began massaging her tits with my hands while my mouth went to her throat, licking and nibbling up and down each side. She tasted sweet and just slightly sweaty. Sandy was starting to make soft purring noises. I licked up the right side of her throat, along her jaw line and up to her ear. I licked her earlobe lightly, then took it into my mouth. I sucked lightly, then nipped at her earlobe with my teeth, drawing a slight gasp from Sandy, followed by more purring. I moved down, back over her throat again, then to her chest. I licked across the top of her chest from shoulder to shoulder, then back to her throat, licking the hollow at the base where her throat joins her chest. Then down, between her breasts, my tongue licking over the inside curve of each breast as I went. By now, Sandy was holding my head in both her hands, as if afraid that I'd run away. Her purrs were becoming more pronounced. I licked around the base of her left breast, then up, circling my tongue around it like it was taking a circular staircase to the next floor. Finally, I reached her nipple, brown and hard, and took it into my mouth. Locking my lips around it, I sucked, lightly at first, then harder.

"God, yes, like that! Mmmmm!" Just before releasing Sandy's nipple I bit down on it with my teeth, causing her to squeal and pull my head more tightly against her tit.

Leaving that breast, I moved to the other, where I repeated the process until I reached the nipple. There, instead of sucking, I swirled my tongue around it several times, flicking the tip of my tongue over the very tip of the nipple, then raked my teeth over it.

"Shit, you're going to drive me crazy!" Sandy was having trouble catching her breath now.

"Payback's a bitch!" We both laughed, and I continued my journey down Sandy's body.

I moved my face down to Sandy's firm belly. It wasn't flat like a teenager's, but she obviously tried to stay in shape. My tongue traced its way down, starting between Sandy's breasts, licking down, then lightly side-to-side, down again. I had my hands braced on Sandy's sides, and I could feel the muscles in her belly twitching, contracting, then releasing. Still the purring sounds, interrupted by a gasp or moan when I scraped my teeth across her belly. I reached her belly button, licked around the rim, then swirled my tongue through the little hollow, feeling Sandy's belly twitch again. While my tongue visited her belly button, I unfastened Sandy's pants, then pulled both pants and panties off, tossing them to the side.

From there I moved down at an angle, skirting her dark, untrimmed pubic hair, to the inside of her left thigh. When my tongue touched the skin of her thigh, Sandy tensed, then relaxed. I licked down her thigh, from just below where it joined her torso to her knee, savoring the taste and smell of her flesh. Her taste was a bit more pungent down here, and it was mixed with the smell of her pussy now that her pants were off. I moved across from her left thigh to her right, still at knee level, and began licking, this time moving back up, toward her pelvis. Sandy let me get about halfway up before she grabbed my head in her hands again and pulled me up to her crotch, forcing my face against her.

"Eat me, god dammit!" It was half order, half plea.

I started licking her pussy, running my tongue along the entire length of her slit with each stroke, then driving it into her as far as possible. Her soft purring noises quickly turned to sustained moans, and I felt her pussy juices start to flow around my tongue. Her pelvis moved out against my mouth with each stroke. Sandy had pulled her knees up toward her shoulders and spread them out so she was completely open. I saw her move a finger to her clit and start to massage it. I moved my face away from her pussy and said, "That's my job," pushed her hand back, and lowered my mouth to her clit.

I began licking her clit lightly. At the same time I slipped a finger inside her pussy and began stroking in and out.

"Oh yeah, like that! More!" Sandy was gasping now. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by "more," so I decided to try more fingers. I added a second to her pussy.

"Fuck yes, ahhh." I moved one finger down between her ass cheeks and drove it into her ass, all the way in with one stroke, and finger-fucked both her holes as I licked her clit.

"Ass... uhhhn... uhhhn... more... ass." I managed to wedge my last remaining finger into Sandy's rectum, now having two in each of her openings.

"Yessss, god yessss, fuck." She was obviously getting close now, and I wrapped my lips around her clit and gave it a light suck. I never had to get to the point of using my teeth.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!!" Sandy screamed. She thrashed on the couch. Her back arched up, then her pelvis thrust out against me. Her toes curled, her feet pressed against the floor, lifting her ass up off the couch. She must have come for 45 seconds while I sucked on her clit and jammed my fingers as deep inside her as I could. Then she suddenly pushed my head away with a gasp.

"Stop! Enough!" She was panting on the couch, as wasted as I had been after her blow job.

I helped Sandy shift around on the couch so she was lying along the length of it, then climbed up, my dick ready for some action. When I got close enough, Sandy reached out and grabbed my cock in one hand and guided it to the opening of her pussy. I drove in hard, burying myself in one thrust. I felt the muscles in Sandy's belly contract, as she gripped my cock in her pussy. I began pumping in and out of her, long, slow strokes to start out, grunting as I felt her move against me. It felt like her pussy was pulling my cock into it. I couldn't ever remember being with a woman who could do so much with her cunt.

Sandy was making low, almost strangled noises deep in her throat as I fucked her, occasionally punctuated by something softly muttered. "Oh fuck, yes, please fuck me." It was like she was saving her energy for the fucking during this part where she was an active participant. And active she was. Her pussy was making my cock sing, and sometimes scream. I could feel myself approaching the point of no return.

"I want you to come, baby," I whispered into Sandy's ear.

"Just shoot it in me," was her reply.

As I got close, Sandy's arms pulled me down closer to her, her legs locked around my hips. I could feel my balls starting to twitch and knew it was time. My body shook, then stiffened. When it did, Sandy used her legs to pull me tighter against her pelvis. As my cum started to boil out of my balls, I felt the muscles of Sandy's pussy ripple around my cock, milking it. Her pussy was sucking the cum right out of my cock. I shuddered as I dumped shot after shot of semen into Sandy's belly. Then she shuddered with me, gasping and clutching me even tighter as another orgasm rolled through her.

After a few seconds I realized that this was one of those rare times that I had cum and was still hard. As a rock. Sandy realized it too, and said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass." That was a switch. Usually it was me asking the woman if I could.

"You want to roll over?"

"No. I want you to finger-fuck me at the same time."

Sandy maneuvered back to her original position on the edge of the couch with her feet on the floor. I moved in between her legs, kneeling in front of her. I spread her ass cheeks and pushed the head of my cock against the opening of her anus. I popped the head in, and Sandy moaned, "Yeah, give it to me." I did, driving my cock fully into her bowels in one motion. I could feel her ass squeezing me, and she flexed the muscles in her ass cheeks, tightening everything even more around my cock. Damn, she was almost as good with her ass as with her pussy. I began pumping her; at the same time, moving my hand to her pussy, I drove my middle two fingers into her so that I was fucking both her holes at once. That still wasn't enough. Sandy reached down, grabbed my free hand, brought it up to her mouth, and began sucking on my fingers. That just drove me farther. By now I was ramming her ass like a wild man, and pumping just about as hard into her pussy with my fingers. In with the cock, out with the fingers, then the other way around. I could feel the cock and fingers working against each other through the thin wall separating Sandy's pussy and ass, and the feeling, along with the way her ass pulsed around my cock, was driving me wild.

Sandy, meanwhile, was making those low noises back in her throat again. She couldn't say much now; her mouth was busy trying to suck the skin off my fingers. I pumped those fingers in an out of her, too, trying to keep some semblance of rhythm with my other strokes, although I don't think she really cared by then.

I'd been afraid that it might take me a long time to cum after having already shot two loads, but I didn't have anything to worry about. Sandy was so hot, and so talented, that I could already feel my balls preparing to empty themselves. Now I wanted to make sure that I got Sandy off again before I was done.

I shouldn't have been concerned about that either. The animalistic groans started to increase in pace and volume. I placed my thumb on Sandy's clit and started to rub it. She moaned loudly, and her body began to vibrate. I pressed down roughly on her clit and rubbed harder, and increased the force of my ass-fucking. Sandy released my fingers from her mouth and I moved that hand to her tits and began to squeeze them roughly.

"God, yes! Fuck me! Hard! Fuck me hard! Oh, fuck, I'm cummmming! YES!"

I pinched down hard with thumb on Sandy's clit to make sure she'd get everything she needed. I continued fucking her ass and finger-fucking her pussy as her orgasm caused her to buck wildly on the couch. I was afraid the force of her thrashing around would knock me right out of her.

"Cum... in... my ass!" Finally, I did, exploding as wave after wave of semen shot through my cock and into Sandy's rectum. Sandy's ass milked every last drop out of me. I was done, collapsing against her, my dick still wedged in her ass, although it would soon shrink and slip out.

We were still sitting naked on the couch, recovering, when my cell phone rang. It was Tamara, letting us know that it was time to pick up her and Kelly. As we got dressed, Sandy smiled and said, "Good thing they didn't get bored earlier!"

We picked the girls up, in my car. After dropping Sandy and Kelly off, Tamara and I headed home. When we were inside, Tamara enveloped me in a huge hug and kiss (very, very much action with the tongue) and then said, "Daddy, I'm really tired tonight. Is it okay if we just sleep?"

"Sure, honey, I'm pretty worn out myself." No shit, but I didn't want to have to explain why.

The next morning (Tuesday? Yeah, Tuesday), I dropped Tamara off at the hospital again so she could spend more time with her mother. It was looking more and more like Mary would be headed for some residential rehab facility before long, and Tamara wouldn't be able to see her while she was there. I headed back home for some more research on rehab places, and to see if I could work on getting my head screwed back on straight.

It wasn't even so much that I was doing what I was doing while my wife was in the hospital. Like I said, we hadn't had much of a marriage for a while, and let's be honest, it was hard to feel too sorry for Mary when she'd brought most of her troubles on herself. No, it was just what I was doing, and with who. Let's see, I'd fucked my own daughter. And her best friend. And the best friend's mother. And, oh, yeah, my own best friend at work. And I'd do it all again, given the chance. Which meant that I was one fucked-up sonofabitch.

After I'd spent an hour or so wasting time thinking deep thoughts like this, the doorbell rang. I checked through the peephole, and it was Kelly. That I hadn't expected. What happened when I opened the door, I had expected even less.

"You fuckin' dick! You bastard! You fucked my mother!" She was practically screaming, and I dragged her inside and shut the door to keep the neighbors from calling the cops. Damn, how did she know Sandy and I had been getting it on? Had Sandy told her? She really couldn't be that stupid, could she?

"What makes you think I fucked your mother?"

"I could smell it when I got home! I could smell you, all over the couch, and I could smell pussy, and it had to be hers!"

Kelly lashed out with one hand, trying to hit me. I grabbed her wrist and held it. She struggled for a moment, trying to free herself, but I was much too strong for her, so she flailed with her other hand. Now I was holding both her wrists, and without thinking I shoved her back, pinning her arms against the door and stood glaring at her. Kelly gasped, out of breath, struggled again, then, as I pinned her tighter against the door, began to moan softly.

"Mmmmmm, yeah!" It was so quiet I could barely hear her, but it was definitely there.

"Oh, you like that, huh?"

"Uh huh... yeah." The look of rage on her face had definitely turned to something else now.

"Well, let's see how you like this!" I dragged her away from the door and toward the bedroom, still holding tightly onto her wrists. She struggled to keep up with me without falling. I could hear her panting.

When I got her into the bedroom, I forced her down onto the bed, wishing I had some rope. Then I saw my robe hanging on the door. I pulled the belt out of the robe and quickly tied it around Kelly's hands, then tied the loose end to the headboard of the bed. Kelly struggled against the bonds on the bed, her face beginning to flush.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'd never done anything remotely like it before. Of course, I could say the same about plenty of other things that had happened lately.

"Knock it off, bitch!" I slapped her ass with my hand, not as hard as I could, but not gently, either. Kelly gasped again, and writhed on the bed. She'd always liked it a little rough, but I'd had no idea she'd go for something like this. I decided to see how far I could take things.

I pulled off Kelly's jeans and panties, then wadded her panties up into a ball and held them in my fist. They were damp; she was absolutely turned on by what was happening. I moved toward Kelly's face, and I could see her eyes get wide as she realized what I was going to do.

"Open your mouth!" She did, the whole time looking into my eyes with the wildest expression I've ever seen. I shoved Kelly's panties into her mouth, saw her eyes roll back in her head, heard her breathe in deeply, as she tasted and smelled her own juices on her panties.

"That should keep you quiet." I was really getting into it now. I slapped Kelly's ass again, a little harder this time, and on bare flesh, and heard her moan around the improvised gag.

I wanted something similar to the belt from my robe that I'd used to tie up Kelly. For a moment I wished I'd used something else, then I realized what I needed. I walked to my closet and took out a necktie. I rarely wore them, but owned several, just in case. I folded it in half, so the ends were next to each other, and walked over to the bed. Kelly still had her T-shirt on. I roughly pushed it up as far as it would go, then unfastened her bra, exposing her tits. I swung the tie with as much force as I could manage, bringing it down across Kelly's tits. It actually gave off a nice snap as it hit her flesh. Kelly mewled into her panties, her eyes becoming even more crazed. The necktie was a good choice. It was stiff enough to cause some real pain, without actually hurting Kelly. If she decided she wanted something more, well, I could always take off my belt.

Snap! Across Kelly's tits again. Slight red marks showed now. Snap! Once more on her tits. With each stroke, Kelly strained against the bonds around her wrists, bit down on the panties in her mouth, and moaned like an animal.

Whack! This time on her belly, just above the navel. And again, same place, now seeing marks on the skin there too. Whack! One more time before... Smack! Still on her belly, but lower this time, just above her pubic hair.

"Mmmmmm! Uuuuhhhh!" Kelly's head was rolling from side to side on the bed now, the whipping driving her into a frenzy.

Smack! This time between her legs, right across the slit of her pussy.

"Aaaahhhh!" Kelly's legs clamped tightly together around the improvised whip, and I could see the muscles in her belly tense.

"Open your legs, bitch! Unless you want me to stop." That was the last thing Kelly wanted. She spread her legs as widely as she could. Snap! Snap! Snap! Quick, hard strokes across her pussy with the necktie, again and again. Kelly began to thrash on the bed, jerking so hard with her arms I was afraid she'd pull the headboard down

"Uhnnn! Uhnnn! Uhnnn!" I could see the orgasm wash over Kelly's body, heard sounds coming from around her gag I don't think I've ever heard before. I kept whipping her pussy as she came, her body heaving, until I finally saw her slump back on the bed, spent. I stopped whipping her then and pulled out the gag. She was gasping for breath.

"What do you want now, bitch?"

"I... Michael... fuck me... fuck me... 'til I pass out."

Pulling my pants down around my knees, I climbed on top of Kelly, pulled her knees up to her shoulders, and drove my cock into her sopping pussy. I started pounding her as hard as I've ever fucked any woman. I scraped my fingernails along her sides, leaving red trails. I squeezed her tits, hard, and twisted them. I pinched her nipples tightly enough that she shrieked. Through it all, Kelly pounded right back at me, stroke for stroke, panting and moaning the entire time.

"Ohhh... Ohhh... Fuck... Yes, harder... Mmmmm... God, fuck me, fuck me."

It didn't really take very long for either one of us. My cock had been ready to explode since I'd dragged Kelly into the bedroom, and she was so sensitive after the whipping that she didn't need much. After just a few minutes, Kelly's body started to shake again.

"Aaaaaiiiieeee! Keep fucking me, I'm cummmming!" She thrashed below me, her lower body moving even more than usual because her arms were tied. The spasming of her pussy around my cock was all I needed to bring me off, as what felt like a gallon of cum surged out through my cock and into Kelly's cunt, filling her and spilling out onto the bed. Kelly hadn't passed out, but she wasn't far from it. As I untied her she curled into fetal position on the bed, soft mewling noises escaping her. She was still shaking. I stood above her, looking down.

"Michael, did you do my mother that way?"

"No bitch, only you. And I'm not done with you yet!" I rolled Kelly over on her back, so her head was hanging off the side of the bed, and moved my cock to her mouth. "I'm going to shove it down your throat, bitch!" I still couldn't believe this was happening. Something about Kelly brought out all the darkness that I usually managed to keep hidden even from myself. I seemed to have a similar effect on her.

"Whip me again!" She was moaning and practically begging me. I reached for the necktie again. "No!I need more than that. Use your belt!"

I was too far gone to even think about what she was saying. My pants were still down around my ankles. I reached down, grabbed my belt by the buckle, and jerked it off, then in one motion, flashed the tip toward Kelly's belly. Crack! It bit like a whip into Kelly's flesh, just below her navel, raising a small, red welt.

"Fuck, yes! Again!" Kelly moaned. I moved forward, inserting my cock into Kelly's gaping mouth, beginning to push it back toward her throat. I lashed out again. Crack! Lower on her belly this time, just above her pubic hair. Kelly's moans were now strangled by my cock, which continued to force open her mouth. I was losing all control as I felt my cock push into Kelly's throat. Crack! Crack! A stroke on each of Kelly's tits. Her body jerked up off the bed, trembling, but she couldn't move much, because my cock had her head pinned to the bed.

I had my cock buried all the way back in her throat, and could feel her gag reflex causing her throat to pulse around my dickhead. I began fucking her face, pulling back until her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock, then driving it back down her throat again. The sensation of her throat around my cock was incredible. Kelly's body was writhing on the bed. As I pumped in and out of her mouth, I was whipping her lightly with the belt; her belly, her tits, her inner thighs. Not really hard, just enough to leave slight red marks. My balls tightened suddenly, and knew I was going to shoot.

"I'm going to cum right down your throat, bitch!" I warned Kelly. I jerked and felt waves of semen spurt out of my cock straight down Kelly's throat. I could fell her gulping, trying to get it all down so she didn't choke on my cum. She was clawing at her own tits and pussy with her fingers, trembling. As my spasms subsided, I pulled my cock out of Kelly's mouth.

"Michael... whip... pussy... clit!" Again, no thought, just reaction to what she was saying. My hand flashed out with the belt. Crack! Her thigh where it met her groin. Crack! Across the lips of her pussy. Crack! The top of her slit, it must have gotten her clit.

"FUCK! FUCK! CUMMING! YES!" Kelly's convulsions were so strong they actually scared me; I was afraid she'd hurt herself. She screamed, she thrashed, finally she curled up into a ball, her body wracked by gasping breaths so deep it sounded like she was sobbing.

I moved over to her, began caressing her. "Are you all right, baby? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh my fucking god, Michael, that was totally the most incredible thing that ever happened to me! We have to do more of that!" Her eyes were wild, a look of absolute lust on her face. What had I done to this little girl? And to myself?

Part 7

When I picked Tamara up at the hospital that afternoon, Mary finally said what we'd been waiting to hear - she was willing to go into rehab as soon as she was discharged from the hospital. That was one thing off my mind, at least. I spoke to her doctor briefly. He said she could probably leave either that weekend or the next Monday. We set up a time the next day to discuss it in more detail.

Tamara seemed a little tense that evening, which surprised me. I'd have thought she would have been relieved that her mother had finally made a decision to do something about her problem. Tamara didn't seem to want to talk, so we ate, watched some TV and got ready for bed.

As I was about ready to climb into bed, Tamara appeared in my room, naked and glowing, threw her arms around me, and breathed into my ear, "Fuck me!"

I did. We fucked wildly, for a long time. There are no details of it in my memory, it's all just a blur of tangled limbs, lips, tongues, fingers, cock, pussy.

The reason it's all a blur is that when we finally finished, Tamara looked me in the eyes and said, very seriously, "Dad, do you do Kelly and me the same way?"

"WHAT?!" Oh, shit, what had those two been talking about?

"Kelly told me that you're fucking her. I think she did it to make me mad, but it didn't. But I was wondering if you do the same things with both of us?"

"Honey, you didn't tell Kelly that we're having sex, did you?" Fear crawled up the base of my brain. This was starting to get a little more complicated than I had really intended.

"No." She sounded exasperated. "I wouldn't do that without asking you first. But you didn't answer my question. Do you do us the same?"

A sigh of relief. Maybe I wasn't quite dead or locked up yet. "No, honey, the two of you are very different, and I do different things with you."

"I'd be willing to try some different things, you know."

"Okay, sweetie, we'll talk about it later." I needed sleep. And maybe a long trip out of town.

Wednesday, god was that as far as I'd managed to get through this week? Take Tamara to the hospital to spend the day with her mother again. Meet with Mary's doctor, Mary, Tamara, a rep from the rehab center I'd recommended to Mary. Yes, they had an opening. She could start as soon as she got out of the hospital. The doctor said she could go on Saturday. Signed the papers. Everything was set.

I left Tamara with her mother, and suddenly realized I had nothing to do for the rest of the day. I wasn't going back to work until Monday of next week. I didn't have to do any more research on rehab places. I couldn't even get laid. Sandy and Diana were both working. Tamara was with her mother. I suddenly realized that every time I'd had sex with Kelly she'd started things, and I wasn't quite sure I wanted to change that.

I'm not exactly sure how I ended up at the local sex shop. (Of course, lately I'm not sure about a lot of things). I may have had some idea about buying a porn DVD or two, or I may have subconsciously had other ideas. In any case, as soon as I walked in, I started browsing through their stock of sex toys.

This was something new for me. I'd never used anything like that in my life, and wasn't even sure what I was looking for. Or at least, I didn't think I was. I may have been wrong, because I walked out of the place with a pair of handcuffs, a velvet rope, a set of nipple clips, a dildo that had a harness so it could be used as a strap-on, and a whip. A real whip. I wasn't too sure if I'd actually get to use some of my purchases, but I was fairly certain that Kelly would get a rise out of the handcuffs and whip.

I spent the rest of the day doing yard work. I need something physical that would keep my mind off what was going on, without requiring any real thought. Digging up things with a shovel seemed to fill the bill. Before I knew it, it was time to pick Tamara up from the hospital.

This time Tamara didn't seem nervous or distracted at all. We made small talk during dinner, and when it was time for bed, Tamara headed off for her room while I went to the bathroom. When I opened the door to come out, there was Tamara, stark naked yet again. She leaped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. I spun around and pushed her back against the edge of the sink in the bathroom. My cock had started to stiffen as soon as I saw her, and she reached down between us and guided me into her. I slammed into her, feeling my cock open her up, and began fucking her as hard as I could. She was gasping almost immediately, and must have been incredibly horny, because I could feel her body begin to shake with an orgasm within a couple of minutes.

"God, Daddy, fuck me, make me cum! Oh, shit, YESSSSS!!!" She convulsed against me, digging her fingernails into my shoulders. I couldn't fuck her while she was cumming, her legs had me pinned too tightly against her to move. As soon as her shaking subsided, I began humping her again, this time with long, slow strokes to give her time for her pussy to lose some of it's orgasmic sensitivity. Before long, she was thrusting her hips back against me again, and I could resume slamming into her. My entire body began to tingle. I backed off my thrusts, not wanting to cum quite yet.

"Daddy, is something wrong?" Tamara looked genuinely worried because I'd slowed down.

"No, baby, nothing's wrong." I'd suddenly realized there was something I hadn't done with Tamara that I very much wanted to. Still slowly fucking my daughter I ask her, "Have you ever swallowed a guy's cum?"

She chewed on her lower lip, her eyes growing wide. "No, Daddy, I usually make them come on me. Or else I spit."

"I want to cum in your mouth and have you swallow it. Will you do that for me?"

Tamara's expression had something like the animal lust I'd seen with Kelly when I'd whipped her.

"Yes, Daddy, shoot it down my throat!" I pulled my cock out of Tamara and she slid off the sink, on to her knees in front of me, and took my rock-hard cock into her mouth. I drove forward into her, pushing my cock back into her throat, and began thrusting as wildly into her mouth as I had into her pussy. Her tongue rolled around my cock as it moved in and out of her mouth, and her teeth scraped against my skin. As I pulled back, I could feel the suction as she hollowed her cheeks around the head. She didn't have the experience to be in Sandy's class as a cock-sucker yet, but she was well on her way. And, of course, the fact that she was my daughter just make it that much more exciting.

"Yes, baby, suck it! Yes!" My body was starting to quiver. "Play with my balls, please!"

Tamara reached up tentatively with one hand, cupped it around my balls, and squeezed lightly.

"Yes, like that!" I couldn't say any more, I was gasping for breath now. I twisted Tamara's hair in the fingers of both hands and began pulling her face against me as I fucked her mouth. I could feel my balls, still in the grip of her fingers, banging against her chin as I drove into her. Then Tamara squeezed my balls. Hard, with her nails digging into the skin at the back of my sack.

"Fuck, baby, yes! God damn!" My entire body jerked. I pulled her face tight against me, forcing my cock into her throat, and began spurting what felt like quarts of cum into her gullet. Tamara gulped down my semen, still squeezing my balls in her hand. She swallowed every drop, and when I finally stopped spurting and shaking, and pulled my quickly-shrinking cock out of her mouth, she looked up at me with a huge smile on her face.

"That was great, Daddy, did I do it right?"

"Oh, yeah, baby, you did it just fine. You about ready for bed?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty tired now."

We slept in other's arms that night, and just before we fell asleep Tamara purred into my ear, "You have to show me some of the things you do with Kelly, and see if I like them, too."

Part 8

Dreams. Very nice dreams. A young, hot girl. Her mouth around my cock. Her fingers stroking my balls. Don't want to wake up. But I do. And find it's not a dream. Tamara's mouth has teased my cock to a raging hard-on, and she's working over my balls with her fingers. My eyes finally open.

"God, Daddy, I thought you were never going to wake up!" Tamara grinned widely as she crawled up over my dick. She held my dick in her hand as she positioned herself over me, then dropped down suddenly, impaling her pussy on my cock.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good!" Tamara began moving back and forth on my cock, sliding backward and up until just the head of my cock was inside her, then dropping down and moving forward to let me drive all the way up into her. Each time she slammed down onto me, she gasped and moaned.

"Daddy, it gets so deep this way!" Tamara put her hands on my chest to steady herself as she rocked on my cock. I felt her fingernails digging into the skin of my chest as she began to flex her fingers against me. I reached up and wrapped my hands around her tits and began to squeeze them with a milking motion. When my fingers reached her nipples, I pinched them, and twisted slightly.

"Shit, yessss, Daddy!" Tamara gasped. Good. I was pretty sure Tamara wasn't ever going to want the kind of treatment that Kelly did, but I'd be very happy if she wanted a little pain. By now Tamara was humping my cock hard and fast. Her breath was coming in gasps, and I could feel her getting close to an orgasm. And I wasn't far from shooting my load into her.

As Tamara kept rocking back and forth on my cock, I pulled her head down toward me, and fastened my lips onto her neck. I began sucking and biting her neck and throat like a vampire, savoring her taste and smell as she rode my cock. My cock and balls were about to explode, and I could hear Tamara getting closer and closer to her own climax.

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming! Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!" Tamara's body shook in my arms as the muscles of her pussy spasmed around my cock. I felt my balls contract, and shoved myself as deep inside her as I could just before my cum started to pulse into her pussy.

"Yeah, cum inside me!" Tamara purred as I filled her with my semen, then rested her head on my shoulder as we relaxed after our orgasms.

After a few seconds, she said, "Daddy, do you cum inside Kelly, too?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you ever worry about getting us pregnant?"

"Uh, I haven't, but maybe I should." The last thing I needed was to add a pregnant teenager to the rest of my nice long list of problems.

Tamara giggled. "Don't worry, we're both on the pill. I just wanted to see what you'd do."

I slapped her ass.

"Ow! Daddy that hurt!" She didn't look like it hurt too much.

"Wuss!. Kelly likes that."

"She does, huh? Is that one of those differences between us you were talking about?"

"Yeah. Now get up, we've got things to do. And don't get used to this morning workout. I have to go back to work on Monday, you know."

"That's okay, you don't work on the weekend." She gave me a wicked grin. The whole conversation gave me the impression that Tamara intended to permanently replace her mother in my bed. Even though she knew I was fucking her best friend.

As usual, I dropped Tamara off at the hospital so she could spend the day with her mother. There were only a couple of days left now until Mary headed for rehab, and no one knew what would happen when she came out. I had a few errands to run next; no matter how scattered your life is, you've still got to shop for groceries and supplies sometime. I also needed to stop by the office so I could pick up my paycheck. Before I headed out, though, I called Kelly.

"Michael, what's up?"

"Can you talk for a minute?"

"Sure, what's on your mind?"

"Well, I've got some new, uh, things I want you to see, I think you'll like them. I'm pretty busy today, but can you come over tomorrow while Tamara's at the hospital?"

"What kind of things? Tell me or I won't come over." The teasing tone in Kelly's voice was making my cock hard again.

"No, it's a surprise. You'll just have to come over to see what they are. If you don't, you'll regret it."

"Well, maybe I'll come. You'll just have to wait and see if I do or not." And she hung up. But I wasn't really worried. I knew exactly how much Kelly liked to be fucked, and I was pretty sure she wasn't going to pass up a chance to have my cock inside her. I was starting to wonder what I was going to do when I went back to work and didn't have the whole day free for sex.

I also realized it was the first time I'd ever taken the initiative in the relationship with Kelly. In fact, I hadn't been taking the initiative in much of anything lately, except maybe trying to get my wife into rehab. Kelly, Tamara, Sandy, Diana. They'd all really started things the first time I'd had sex with them, and pretty much most of the other times, too. Even when I'd gone all Marquis de Sade on Kelly it was in reaction to her trying to hit me for having sex with her mother.

But I'd finally led off with Tamara the night before, telling her I wanted her to swallow my cum. And now this move with Kelly. Maybe I was ready to start changing some things.

It was just before Noon when I got to the office to get my check. I sat down with my boss for a few minutes to let him know what was going on and confirm that I'd be back at work on Monday. He asked if I was sure I was ready to come back to work. I definitely was. Even with the amount of sex I'd been getting lately, there was no way I could keep spending most of my time just sitting around the house without going crazy. Work would let me concentrate on something hard enough that I wouldn't be thinking about just how nuts my life had been lately.

I was just about ready to leave when I heard Diana's voice behind me.

"Hey, stranger, it's lunch time. You hungry?"

I tuned and looked at her. She looked gorgeous. Her hair, still the same darker color she'd adapted for the party, was held up in a clip, so it just framed her face. And her face looked radiant. I wondered if that was because I was there. Naw, you're imagining things again.

"Yeah, you want to run over the deli and get something?" There was a kick-ass deli a block away from the office. On days when I didn't bring a lunch from home, that's where I'd usually eat.

"Sure. And maybe we can talk a little bit, catch up on how you're doing."

We walked to the deli, got our food and settled into a corner booth to eat. It wasn't too crowded, so we had a little privacy, and could talk about our problems with our respective spouses. I went over what was going on with Mary, that she had actually agreed to go into rehab, and would be heading there in a couple of days, as soon as she got out of the hospital.

"What's going to happen when she gets done with rehab?" Diana was staring into my eyes across the table, and I wasn't sure if I should really answer the question or not.

"I don't honestly know. We haven't talked about it much, but she did say that it might be best if she goes somewhere else instead of coming back home afterward. And I talked to Tamara about that, so she'll be prepared if it happens." I didn't tell Diana that Tamara might not want her mother to come home, or why.

"I wish I could get Chris to do something about his problem. Or even admit he has a problem. I'm seriously ready to just tell him to get out, that I want a divorce."

I hadn't expected to ever hear that from Diana. I knew that she and Chris had been together since they were in high school, and figured they'd get things straightened out eventually.

"But that's enough whining from me. You've got your own problems, you don't need to listen to me bitch about mine." She smiled suddenly. "I've got some time before I have to be back, you want to take a walk in the park?"

I smiled back. "That sounds like fun. And I'll listen to you bitch about your problems any time you need me to." It was true. Having spouses with the same problem gave us a bond that other people just couldn't understand, and it seemed to be getting stronger. We walked out of the deli toward the park holding hands.

The park was another block down from the office, and was one of the largest in the city. We walked along one of the paths, still holding hands, not saying much of anything. There was a fairly dense stand of trees at one end of the park, and we found ourselves in the middle of the trees, in the shade, no one else around.

Without either of us saying anything, we stopped. I stepped behind Diana, slipped my arms around her waist, resting my hands on her belly. Well, maybe a little below her belly. She leaned back against me. I could smell that scent again, the one that reminded me of my first girlfriend. It always made me horny, not that it took much lately. I nuzzled her neck; the scent got stronger. My cock was getting very hard, very fast. Diana purred. I moved my hands down lower, unsnapped and unzipped Diana's pants, pushed them, and her panties down.

"Don't you think this is a little public?" The way she gasped when I brushed my fingers over the skin I'd just exposed made her question sound a little empty.

"Hey, everything we've done has been a little public." Of course, we'd only done anything a couple of times, but they had been pretty public - at the party out on the patio, and in the break room at work. I didn't think this would be too much for Diana.

I reached between us and dug my dick out of my pants. By now it was completely stiff. I slipped it in between Diana's thighs and moved it back and forth, the top of my shaft rubbing against her slit. I could feel that she was as wet as I was hard.

"Are you going to do something besides tease me?" she whispered.

"Bend over." She did, bracing her hands against a large tree. I angled my cock up and easily slid it inside her into her dripping pussy.

"Mmmmm, yes." Diana began breathing heavily almost immediately. She wasn't a big talker or a screamer during sex, with her it mostly gasping and the occasional moan. But I could tell from the way her pussy was pulsing around my cock that she was definitely enjoying this.

I decided to try something I hadn't done with Diana before. While I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy, I slid the middle finger of my hand in between her ass cheeks and pressed the tip against the opening of her ass.

"Ahhh, yeah!" It was barely a whisper, but it was all I needed to tell that she liked it. I rotated my finger around the tight ring of Diana's anus, then slipped the tip of my finger inside.

"Mmmm, fuck!" A little louder this time. I began to slowly let my finger creep deeper into Diana's ass, in time with the thrusts of my cock into her pussy. With each stroke of my cock, my finger moved into her a fraction of an inch more. Diana was moving her head back and forth, and the clip holding her hair had come out, so her hair was whipping around her head and face. My finger was all the way inside Diana's ass now, and I twisted it and curled it up a little. Diana let out a moan.

I suddenly noticed two people walking through the trees, no more than twenty feet away. Teenagers, about fifteen or sixteen, a boy and a girl, holding hands. The girl pulled up short, grabbed the boy's arm, and pointed towards us. They stared at us for probably a minute, then continued walking. They had their heads together talking, and looked like they were giggling. I wasn't sure if they were laughing about the weird old people having sex in the park or trying to decide if they wanted to try it themselves.

I didn't say anything to Diana about someone seeing us. I wasn't sure how she'd react. Knowing that someone had seen us made me even hotter, though, and I was thrusting into Diana harder and deeper, and sliding my finger in and out of her ass in time with my cock. She was really into it. Her head was resting on her arms now, where she had herself braced against the tree, and was rolling back and forth on them, while she let out soft moans.

Diana looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, and moaned, "Yes, god yessss!" then buried her face in her arms as her body began to shake. Her back arched and she thrust her pelvis back at me as I buried my cock and finger in her as deep as I could reach.

"Uh, Uh, Ohhhhh." Two sharp gasps, followed by a long groan as she writhed against me, her pussy and ass pulsing around me. It was more than I could take, and I felt my cum shoot into her pussy in waves, which just increased the intensity of her own orgasm. We moaned together for what seemed like minutes as I emptied my balls into her and she ground her crotch against me.

Finally we both relaxed, as I pulled myself out of Diana, and we started putting ourselves back together for the walk back to the office. Diana looked around furtively, apparently checking to make sure no one was watching us, and I was glad I hadn't said anything about the teenagers who'd walked by.

We were holding hands as we walked back to the office. We seemed to do that a lot when we were together, and I was beginning to wonder about what might happen with our relationship when I got back to work. And how it might complicate the other things I had going on.

Diana was quiet until we were almost back at the office, then turned to me and said, "God, I almost died when you put your finger in my ass!"

"Good died, or bad died?" I grinned.

"Good. I've wanted Chris to do things like that for years, but he just says you have to be gay to do that."

"Happy to help out. Maybe sometime I'll put something besides my finger in there."

She actually blushed, then bit her lip for a second, and said, "Yeah, I'd like that."

By now we'd reached the office, and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a smile.

"See you on Monday," I said as I headed for my car.

"Okay, call me if you need to talk."

"Thanks." I figured I might need that sometime before Monday, since Mary would be going to the rehab facility on Saturday.

That night Tamara was pretty subdued. The closer we got to her mother's trip to rehab the more time she spent sitting quietly, thinking about God knows what. After dinner we didn't even watch TV. Tamara spent some time on the computer, while I caught up with some reading. When it was time to go to bed, Tamara curled up next to me in my bed and gave me a peck on the cheek, then we just fell asleep holding each other.

Part 9

Friday morning. Tamara was quiet again. I was starting to worry about her a little. She'd seemed to be handling the situation with her mother well, and had been acting very mature about the whole thing. I had to remember that she was only sixteen years old, and this was a traumatic experience for her. I was also beginning to wonder what effect having sex with her father was having.

I drove her to the hospital to spend the day with her mother again. This would be the last time for that before Mary's stint in rehab. The next day, Saturday, Mary would be discharged from the hospital, and we'd drive her straight to the rehab place. She wasn't even stopping at home, we were taking her clothes and things to the hospital for her.

Tamara looked like she was thinking on the way to the hospital, and when we parked, she hesitated before she got out.

"Daddy, I don't know if I want Mom to come home after rehab."

"Why not baby? Are you afraid of what she'll be like?

"No. If she comes home, we won't be able to sleep together and fuck any more. And you probably won't be able to fuck Kelly, either."

"Uh, let's talk about that tomorrow, after we take your mother to rehab, okay? You don't need to think about it right now." This was getting worse and worse. Or better and better, if your mind was as depraved as mine seemed to be getting lately.

I'd barely gotten outside the hospital after dropping Tamara off when my phone rang. It was Kelly.

"Hey, what's up?"

"When do I get to see these surprises you got for me?" I'd almost forgotten I'd set a date with Kelly to show her what I got at the sex shop.

"Oh, I is that still on? You sounded like you weren't really interested." I was grinning into the phone.

"Don't tease me, Michael. You'll regret it." I could hear the grin in Kelly's voice, too.

"Okay, if you're going to be that way about it. I'm just leaving the hospital."

"Good, my mom's not home, so you can pick me up on your way home."

"That'll work. See you in a few minutes."

Kelly must have been watching for me, because she came running out to the car as soon as I pulled up. She bugged me about what the surprise was the whole time we were driving to my place, but I wouldn't tell her a thing.

"Trust me, you'll like it. And that's all I'm going to say." Which did no good whatsoever. She just kept chattering. That was fine with me, I was glad she was excited.

When we got to the apartment, I made her sit on the couch while I went into the bedroom to arrange things.

"You stay there, now, on the couch. If you don't, you're not going to get any surprise."

"Yeah, like you'd just kick me out of here." She was almost giggling, really charged up about getting the surprise I'd promised.

In the bedroom I laid out all of the things I'd bought at the sex shop on the bed, then called out to Kelly to come in. She bounced in so fast I knew she'd been waiting just outside the door, instead of on the couch, as I'd told her. I decided to take advantage of that.

"Hey, I told you to stay on the couch. I don't think you should get to use any of this now." Kelly was staring at the toys and tools on the bed, her eyes getting bigger as they flicked from one to the next. She was already starting to breathe heavily.

"No, Michael, I'll be good. I promise."

"You'll do what I say?"

"Yes! Anything!"

"Look at me and take off your clothes."

Kelly turned toward me and started to strip. I watched, licking my lips, as she made a pile of her clothes on the floor. When she finished, dropping her panties on top of the pile, she reached between her legs.

"Don't touch yourself. Not until I say so."

"Okay." She held her hands at her sides. I could almost see the lust rising through her as she chewed on her lower lip.

"Come over here and take my clothes off. While you can still use your hands." She stepped over to me, practically clawed my shirt and jeans off, then pulled off my shorts and made a motion toward my dick, which was already hard.

"No. Not until I tell you to." I'd slipped into the dominant role without really even thinking about it, and Kelly seemed to take to the submissive naturally. "Hold out your hands."

As she did, I reached over and picked up the handcuffs off the bed. Kelly was trembling as I fastened them on her wrists. Then I grabbed the whip. I held the handle and the end together in one hand, and rubbed the whip across Kelly's face. She sucked in a deep breath, taking in the scent of the new leather, and shuddered as she exhaled. I moved the whip down, rubbing it over Kelly's tits, down to her belly, then slipped it between her legs for a second before pulling it back. Kelly moaned, tried to grab at the whip with her hands. I slapped them away.

"You want this, bitch?"

"Yes, god, please!"

"That's right, beg me for it!" I grabbed the center of the handcuffs, used them to pull Kelly over the bedroom door. I closed the door, pulled Kelly's hands up, and hung the center of the cuffs on the hook on the door that usually held my robe. I forced her feet apart, so she was almost hanging from the hook, spread-eagled. I stepped back, took the whip in my hand. It wasn't a full-size bullwhip, you can't really use anything like that in a space the size of a bedroom, but it was long enough so I could get some momentum behind it.

"Okay, slut, let's see how you like this." I swung the whip, back, up, down. Crack! The tip flicked against Kelly's lower back, just above her ass, left a red mark. I felt my dick get even stiffer as I saw what I'd done to the teenager.

"Fuck yes! More! Harder!" Kelly's begging made me do things I didn't think I was capable of. I swung the whip again and again, on her lower back, her ass, the backs of her thighs. With each stroke I swung the whip a little harder, and with each stroke Kelly's moaning became more animalistic. On one swing, the tip of the whip slithered between Kelly's ass cheeks and banged against the tight ring of her anus.

"Yes, there, between my legs!" She was practically screaming by now. I stopped swinging the whip, moved to the door and pulled the cuffs up off the hook. The look on Kelly's face was pure lust, even more than when we'd done this before. Whatever I'd unleashed from inside her, it was out for good.

"Please don't stop, Michael." She looked like she was ready to cry.

"Don't worry, bitch, I'm not going to stop." Kelly wasn't the only one who'd had something deep inside unleashed. I swept the rest of the toys off the bed and tossed Kelly down on her back. There was a clip from an old reading light still attached to the headboard, and I hooked the handcuffs over it to keep Kelly's hands up above her head. And I began to swing the whip again.

I cracked the whip over Kelly's tits, actually getting good enough to hit her nipples, which were standing up hard. She whimpered, gasped, her body twitching. I moved down, the whip leaving marks on the middle of her belly, around her belly button, her lower belly, just above her pussy. With each stroke I was getting hornier, closer to the time when I'd have to fuck her. Kelly was moaning, gasping, making almost strangled noises back in her throat, while her body jerked and her head thrashed from side to side.

"Michael, please, down there!" She spread her legs wide, leaving no question about what she meant. I still wasn't quite ready to give her that. I flicked the whip twice more, once on each of her inner thighs, just below her pussy. I could see tears starting to roll down her cheeks as the red welts rose on her thighs.

"Please stop teasing me!" It was time. The whip flashed out, the tip cracked against Kelly's pussy, her clit.

"FUCK! Yes! Fuck!" Kelly's body looked like it was vibrating. I moved my hand again. Crack!

"AAAIIIEEE!" Kelly's scream was the last straw, I couldn't wait any longer. I tossed the whip to the side and practically leaped on top of her, slamming my cock all the way into her in one stroke.

"Shit, I'm cumming! Ahhhh!" Kelly's body shook, her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I began giving her the fucking of my life. Words like "pounded" and "hammered" get overused when describing sex, but I really can't think of anything else to describe what I did to my sixteen-year-old lover that day. I was fucking like I was on speed and coke at the same time. It felt like my cock got longer and harder every time I drove it into her.

While my cock was working over her pussy, I was using my lips and teeth on anything I could reach without popping out of her. I sucked and chewed on her ears, her neck, throat, shoulders. I squeezed her tits, twisted them, pinched her nipples. I called her every variety and combination of bitch, whore, slut, cunt. Kelly thrashed on the bed and moaned incoherently, except when another orgasm hit her.

"Fuck, Michael, cumming again! Harder, please, harder!" She couldn't seem to get enough. I honestly don't know how long I fucked her, and I lost track of how many times she came. I'm pretty sure I lasted much longer than I ever had before. But finally I couldn't take any more.

"Damn, slut, here it comes!" I felt like my balls were caught in a vise, and my whole body shuddered as the biggest load of my life finally poured out of me into Kelly's cunt. I filled her up and spilled out onto the bed.

"Yes, God, cumming, yessss!" Kelly trembled with one final orgasm, then we both just sort of collapsed. I was gasping as I reached up and unhooked the handcuffs from the clip on the headboard so Kelly could move. I was too worn out to think about actually taking the cuffs off, so she just looped her wrists around my back as we cuddled together and fell asleep.

By the time we woke up it was the middle of the afternoon. I finally freed Kelly from the handcuffs and we kissed and cuddled a little, but neither one of us was in any shape to do more right then. Besides, I had to get Kelly home before her mother got off work and get over to the hospital to pick up Tamara. Wasn't sure what kind of mood she was going to be in, either, since tomorrow was the day Mary was headed for rehab.

Tamara was pretty quiet when I picked her up, and so was Mary. At this point there wasn't really too much to say, I guess. I took Tamara home, we had dinner, and she disappeared into her bedroom for a while. She came out about 9:00 holding out her cell phone.

"Kelly's mom wants to talk to you." I took the phone, wondering what Sandy wanted.

"Hi, Sandy, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you and Tamara wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow. Just a chance to relax." Sandy didn't say anything about Mary, but she knew what was going on, and was probably trying to take my mind off of it.

"Would it be okay if we did it here instead? I'll cook, it'll give me more to do." While I was talking I shot a glance at Tamara to make sure that was all right with her, too. She nodded.

"Sure, just don't make something so fancy you give me an inferiority complex. I've heard your daughter talking about your cooking." I chuckled. I really am a good cook, and I enjoy it.

"I'll try not to show you up too much. Just come over any time from about 5:00 on, we'll eat about 6."

We passed the phones back to our daughters, and Tamara headed back to her room to continue her conversation with Kelly while I started thinking about what to have for dinner on Saturday.

I was watching TV, just thinking about whether I wanted to go to bed, when Tamara walked back into the living room. She stood in front of the couch, and said, "Stand up." I wasn't sure what she was up to, but I stood, directly in front of her. She stared into my eyes.

"I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me, right now." Her arms went around my neck, pulling my face down to hers. Her tongue was in my mouth, one hand clawing at my belt. Tamara had never been this aggressive with me. I liked it. I was finding that I liked a lot of things that surprised me.

Tamara had my cock out of my pants now, and was pulling on it. After my romp with Kelly earlier in the day I hadn't been sure if I'd be up for anything more, but now I was getting very hard, very fast. I reached down, unfastened Tamara's jeans, and dug my hand in, slipping two fingers into her pussy without any preliminaries.

"Fuck, Daddy, yes! Ohhhh! Do it hard!" I pumped my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could, and felt her body respond. Her pussy was wet and pulsing, her breathing was heavy. She was already close to an orgasm, and I started wondering what she'd been doing in her room before she came out. She'd stopped stroking my cock now, was just holding on. I pushed my thumb against her clit, squeezed it against my finger.

"Daddy, I'm cumming! Fuck! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes! Oooohhhh!" As she let out the last drawn-out moan, she sagged, her body going almost limp. She recovered quickly and began almost tearing at my clothes. I helped her get my clothes off, then quickly stripped off hers. She had that feral look on her face that I was getting to know well, but hadn't expected from my daughter.

Tamara fell back onto the couch, dragging me with her. Tamara had one leg up on the back of the couch and the other hanging over the edge, her foot on the floor as I slipped my cock into her pussy.

"Yes, Daddy, fuck me like a slut! Like a whore!" I loved having women talk dirty to me, and this was the first time Tamara had said anything like that. I didn't really need anything else to get me hornier, but now I had it anyway.

For the second time that day I fucked like a man possessed. I'd never really gotten rough with Tamara before, just a little twisting or pinching of nipples, that one slap on the ass that she complained about. But this time I let myself go. I don't know if it was what I'd done with Kelly earlier, or if I just subconsciously wanted to find out what Tamara would let me get away with, but I was taking more liberties with her than I ever had before.

I started with pinching and twisting her nipples. I'd done that before and she hadn't complained, so I knew I could get away with it.

"Uh, Daddy, yes!" She bit her lip as I twisted harder. We were staring into each other's eyes, and I could see she wanted more. Her legs locked around my hips as I fucked her. I moved my hands to her sides, dug my nails into her skin, and raked them down her, starting just below her armpits and running them all the way to her ass. My nails aren't long, but they're very hard, and I knew I was going to leave marks on her.

"Fuck, Daddy! More!" She was really getting into this now. I held her tightly to me, and rolled myself up and over into a seated position on the couch, bringing Tamara with me. I surprised myself by pulling it off without both of us winding up in a heap on the floor. Now she was riding me, my cock still buried in her pussy, and I had more room to maneuver.

Tamara was staring into my eyes again as I slapped her ass. I felt her pussy spasm around my cock when my hand hit her.

"Uh, god, spank me!"

"Thought you didn't like that." I was teasing her now, since I could see she wanted more.

"Please!" I spanked her ass again, at the same time reached up with my other hand and grabbed her hair, pulled her head back.

"Ah, fuck, yes! Uh, uh, uh, uh!" Tamara had her eyes closed now, and was bouncing up and down on my cock like a wild woman. I kept spanking her, and with each slap she squealed and bounced harder. I couldn't hold on any longer. My balls twitched, and I could feel the semen start to spurt.

"I'm cumming, baby!" I slapped Tamara again, pulled harder on her hair. She slammed herself down on my spurting cock, grinding her pelvis against me.

"Daddy, I'm cumming, too. Fuck! Ah, ah, ah! Mmmmm!" As Tamara relaxed from her orgasm, she leaned close against me, putting her arms around my neck.

"Daddy, don't ever leave me for Kelly. I'll do anything you want in bed, really." It was a whisper, and she almost sounded like she was ready to cry.

"Baby, I'd never leave you for anybody. Don't ever think that. No matter who else I fuck, you'll be there as long as you want to."

"Promise?" A little more forceful, but she still sounded scared. I wondered again what she'd been doing before she came out of her bedroom.

"I promise. But now we've got to get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a rough one."

We headed into my bedroom. By now Tamara was just keeping her nightgown in there. We again fell asleep holding onto each other.

Saturday morning was pretty much a blur, probably because it's just not something I want to think about or remember much. Tamara and I packed up the things that Mary would need during her rehab stay and took them to the hospital. We drove Mary to the rehab facility straight from the hospital without taking her home first. She had wanted it that way, and her doctor agreed it was probably the best way to go.

Mary and Tamara got most of their crying out of the way at the hospital. By the time we got to the rehab place, they were both pretty calm. I was pretty much a wreck, this was taking more out of me than I'd expected. Wasn't sure why, if it was just the strain of taking my wife to rehab or if everything else that had been going on was part of it, too. Gee, do ya think? Get a grip, man.

Tamara and I stopped for lunch on the way back home. We ate quietly. I don't think either one of use could think of anything to say at that point. Back at the apartment, Tamara disappeared into her room, and I started putting together what I needed for dinner. I was going to make Boeuf Bourguignon, which was one of my personal favorites. Tamara had always liked it, too, but Mary had never been very fond of it, so I hadn't made it in quite a while. I was going to be busy in the kitchen most of the afternoon and evening, which would keep me from thinking too much. About anything.

Sandy called in the middle of the afternoon to double-check that dinner was still on, and said she and Kelly would come by about 6:00. By 5:00 dinner was simmering, and I was done except for stirring the pot occasionally. I watched part of a ballgame while I waited for Sandy and Kelly. Tamara stayed in her room the entire time, not coming out until our guests showed up.

Sandy and Kelly were right on time, and dinner was just about ready. Sandy gave me a worried look when she came in.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm okay. Just a little bit down, I guess." Sandy motioned with her head towards Tamara. I mouthed the words "Really quiet." Sandy nodded. She was worried about my daughter, too.

We all managed to make small talk during dinner, although we didn't need too much talk while we were busy eating. When we were done, the girls headed for Tamara's bedroom. Sandy helped me clean up, then we sat down on the couch.

Sandy cuddled up next to me on the couch, rested her head on my shoulder. She wiggled a little to get comfortable. She put her hand on my knee, started to move it up my thigh.

"Do you think that's really a good idea tonight?" I asked softly.

She looked stricken. "Sorry, you just put your wife in rehab. I should be more sensitive." I wish that had been the reason. It would have said something a lot better about me than the real one.

"That's not it. I quit worrying about that a long time ago. But our daughters are here. You don't want them to catch us, do you?" Of course, Kelly already knew about her mother and me, but Tamara didn't. And Sandy didn't know anything about the girls.

"How do you know they're not doing the same thing? They spend an awful lot of time together." Sandy gave me one of her wicked grins.

"Well... They do. Or they have, anyway." Another step into The Unknown.

"What do you know that I don't? Sandy looked really interested now. And I could see her nostrils flaring, which meant she was starting to get turned on. I gave her the quick and dirty (very dirty) description of the night I'd seen the girls having sex on the living room floor. While I talked Sandy was licking her lips, and her nostrils kept flaring. I was beginning to get the idea that this woman might be almost as depraved as I was.

"So, what did you do when you say my daughter eating yours?"

"I jerked off and prayed that they didn't see or hear me."

"What, you didn't join them?" There was a real gleam in Sandy's eye now.

"No... but..." Decision time. Did I comfortable enough with Sandy to come clean? "I've been fucking both of them, but one at a time, never together." I put up a calm front, I think, but inside I was shaking, waiting for Sandy's reaction.

"You bastard! You didn't let me in on that? You're going to pay!"

"You're not mad?"

"Only about you fucking the two hottest chicks I know and not letting me know."

"Sandy, that's your daughter we're talking about. And mine."

"So, have you actually met me?" Sandy laughed, and so did I. I should have known better than to think she'd be a prude about anything. "I think we should just walk in there and see what they're up to."

"Um, okay, but we should go in prepared." I gave her my most evil leer, and could see her mind trying to latch on to whatever I was hinting at. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

I went into my bedroom. When I came back out, I was carrying my toys. Sandy's eyes got wide, and her mouth formed an "O."

"So, why haven't I seen these before?"

"This is the first time you've been here, remember? Kelly really likes the whip and handcuffs, by the way. Tamara hasn't gotten to use any of this yet."

"Well, then, it's about time!"

We walked over to the door of Tamara's room. Sandy gave me an "Are you sure?" look. I nodded, surprised that she might be getting cold feet. She grabbed the doorknob, turned, pushed.

Both girls were naked. Kelly was on her back on Tamara's bed. Her eyes were closed and she was biting on her lower lip, obviously trying not to make any noise. Kelly had her fingers twisted in Tamara's hair, and was holding my daughter's face tightly against her pussy. Tamara was running her fingernails up and down Kelly's sides, leaving red marks. I could see Kelly's back arching up off the bed, and her belly heaving, could hear her breathing heavily. I put my finger to my lips to make sure Sandy didn't say anything yet. I could see Kelly was close to a big orgasm, and I didn't want to interrupt.

"Mm... Mm... Mm..." Kelly was having to try harder not to cry out. She pulled even harder on Tamara's hair, and her body shook. "Uh uh uh... Ahhhh." She bit down on her lip again, trying to stifle a scream, then slumped back on the bed, panting. Kelly opened her eyes. "MOM! MICHAEL! FUCK!" She looked like she wasn't sure whether to scream or cry. Tamara looked up at us, too. She just look scared, and didn't say anything. I decided I better break the ice before one of the girls had a stroke.

"So, you thought you were just going to have some fun in here and leave us out of it, huh? Typical ungrateful kids."

Kelly caught on first. She looked at me and licked her lips, then popped up off the bed. She moved in front of me, and started stripping off my clothes. Tamara was still lying on the bed, watching. Kelly looked over at her mother, and Sandy smiled and pulled her blouse off over her head, then reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. By the time the bra hit the floor, Kelly had me down to my underwear, and Tamara had finally realized that this was actually happening. She slowly got up off the bed and stepped over to where Sandy was standing. By now Sandy was unbuttoning her pants, but she stopped and looped her arms around Tamara's neck, pulling her tightly against her. They started to kiss, their tits pressing against each other, and I could see Tamara's hands move to Sandy's waist to finish unfastening her pants. About that time, Kelly pulled my shorts off over my feet and wrapped her lips around my cock.

Sandy's hand slipped between Tamara's legs, and I could tell that she was finger-fucking my daughter, while her daughter sucked my cock. I had tossed the toys onto the bed, since they were getting in the way, and I could see Sandy looking at them over Tamara's shoulder while she fingered her. I wondered which one she was interested in. And who she wanted to use it on. Sandy whispered something in Tamara's ear, the two separated, and Sandy stepped over to the bed. She picked up the dildo, fitted it into the strap-on harness and started stepping into it. It was pretty obvious it wasn't her first time with something like that. Kelly finally looked up from my cock long enough to see what else was happening in the room, and when she saw her mother, naked and sporting a plastic dick, her eyes got really big.

Sandy walked up behind Tamara and started rubbing the head of the dildo along her slit. Tamara moaned, grabbed one of the post on the footboard of the bed to steady herself, and bent over slightly, her legs spread. I had a good view as Sandy pushed her hips forward and the dildo disappeared into Tamara's pussy. Tamara squealed as Sandy began fucking her.

I curled my fingers into Kelly's hair and pulled her up off my cock. I stood her all the way up, then pushed her back on the bed, growling, "Open wide, bitch!" Tamara and Sandy both gaped at me. Tamara especially wasn't used to hearing things like that from me.

I buried my face between Kelly's legs, wasn't about to waste any time. I sucked her clit into my mouth and slipped two fingers inside her right away. My daughter had gotten her off, I certainly should be able to. Not that I'm competitive or anything.

I could just barely see what was going on from my position in Kelly's crotch. Sandy was slamming the dildo into Tamara, and my little girl was whimpering with every stroke. Kelly reached up, grabbed one of Tamara's hands, pulled it down to her tit. Tamara squeezed, Kelly moaned, then begged, "Harder! Twist it!"

"God, Sandy, hard! Yes! Ohhhhh! Uh uh uh uh!" Tamara's body shook, her fingers gripped hard, the bedpost with one hand, Kelly's tit with the other. That made Kelly jerk. She grabbed her other tit with her own hand, began twisting it savagely. I curled my fingers up inside her, twisted them, then raked my teeth over her clit.

"Aaaahhhh, God!" Kelly's body jerked, went rigid with her back arched up off the bed. She let out an explosive breath as she slumped back down, and pushed my face away. "Damn, that was good!"

Sandy giggled. "Yeah, and now it's time for somebody to take care of me."

"And me," I added. Sandy and I grinned at each other, looking at our two sixteen-year-old daughters.


"Yeah, honey?"

"I want you to put it in my ass." That was a surprise. That was one thing we'd never done. I'd never been too sure if she'd like it or not, and since Kelly just loved to have a cock up her ass, it wasn't like I couldn't get that if I wanted it.

"You sure, baby?"

"Yes, right now!" Tamara had moved away from Sandy, climbed onto her bed on all fours. I moved up behind her, waited to see what the others would do. Sandy took off the strap-on, stretched out on the bed in front of Tamara, legs spread. Tamara turned and looked at me, a question on her face.

"Eat her, baby," I said, as I started to spread my daughter's ass cheeks, looking at the tight ring of her anus. I pressed the head of my cock against her, moved forward just enough to wedge the head in her.

"God, yes, Daddy, fuck my ass!" With that, Tamara lowered her head to Sandy's pussy and began licking, causing Sandy to moan. I drove forward, forcing my entire cock inside my little girl's ass.

"Ah, Daddy!" Tamara gasped, then went back to licking Sandy's pussy. Sandy was writhing on the bed now, her pent-up sexual tension pouring through her.

"Fuck, what about me?" Kelly was still standing by the bed, and she was pouting.

"Sit on my face, you spoiled brat." Sandy was going to show me I wasn't the only one who could have sex with their daughter. Kelly climbed up, straddled her mother's head, facing me, and lowered herself until Sandy's tongue could reach her pussy.

"Oh, shit, Mom, yeah, lick it!" Kelly had never been one to be quiet while she fucked. She reached up with both hands and started playing with her own big tits. Sandy and Tamara couldn't make too much noise, since they had their tongues in pussies, but they were both moaning nicely. I was fucking Tamara's ass like a wild man. It was the tightest thing I could ever remember having my cock in, and she was my daughter, and it was first time with anal. And I was one sick fuck, but by now that didn't matter any more. All that mattered was the sex.

I looked across at Kelly, saw pleading on her face, and then her eyes flicked to the whip, was laying on the bed. I reached down and scooped it up, not missing a stroke into Tamara's ass. I swung it behind my head, flicked it forward. It hummed through the air. Crack! The tip bit into Kelly's flesh on the top of her left tit.

"Ah! God!" Both Tamara and Sandy hesitated when they heard the whip hit Kelly, and heard her gasp. I swung again, this time hitting her right nipple. "More, Michael! Harder!" Now Tamara and Sandy knew that Kelly wanted it, so they went back to licking. I kept whipping Kelly, across her chest, tits, belly. I glanced down and saw Sandy's hands gripping at her daughter's ass. I was pretty sure she was running a finger up Kelly's asshole while she ate her pussy. I more than pretty sure that Sandy was about ready to cum. I could feel Tamara's fingers playing with her own clit as I fucked her ass. Normally I'd have been doing that myself, but I couldn't while I was using the whip on Kelly.

I looked back at Kelly again. She was gasping, her head whipping from side to side. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Uuhhnn! Uuhhnn! Uh uh uh uh!" I flicked my wrist once more, hit Kelly low on her belly, as far down as I could get without worrying about catching Sandy with the whip.

"FUCK!" Kelly went rigid, then shook, all over. She let out a huge sigh, and simply slid back, off her mother's mouth, onto the bed, leaning her back against the headboard. She was trembling, gasping through an open mouth, her eyes closed. I looked down at Sandy, saw Kelly's juices on her face. With Kelly now finished, Sandy reached down and took hold of Tamara's head, pulled it more tightly against her pussy.

"God, I'm gonna cum! Fuck yes!" Sandy's back arched up off the bed, her fingers twisted in Tamara's hair, pulling her even closer. "Aaaahhhh!" Sandy's back slammed down on the bed, her shoulders arched up. "Oooohhhh!" It was a low moan, trailing off as Sandy flopped back onto the bed. She was purring.

Now it was just my cock and Tamara's ass. I had dropped the whip. Now I stood Tamara up on her knees, so I could reach around her easier and get to her pussy. I slid a finger inside her and began finger-fucking her pussy while my cock kept sliding into her ass. I made sure to scrape my finger against her clit with every stroke. Tamara was panting now.

"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh Daddy, yes, fuck my ass, yes!" She thrashed in my arms, almost screamed. I held her tightly, groaned myself, then jerked as I felt the first shot of my cum spurt into Tamara's ass. She shuddered back against me as her own orgasm took her, then fell forward, burying her face in the bed, my cum still shooting into her ass. I finally finished and collapsed on the bed on top of Tamara.

I looked around at the three of them. We were all pretty much done for tonight, but I knew there'd be lots more to come, in who knows how many different configurations. There was only one problem. I had to go back to work on Monday, and what the hell was I going to do about Diana?

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2015-06-07 13:48:39
Great story, another chapter would be great !

Anonymous readerReport

2015-04-20 16:38:39
Awesome story now u need to knock up all the sluts and use the two little sluts for breeders and feeders have them breast feed all the little slut baby's u get

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2015-02-06 17:10:40
A great story! I had to read it in three parts but that's just because there was clean up needed between them! Every chapter was amazing. It wasn't just about sex, it had depth, it had real emotion, This was a very well thought out piece of literature made by someone who should be writing for a living!

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2015-01-14 16:31:36
Good story. Sorry you didn't do a follow up.

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2014-04-28 06:41:26
Don't know if I'll every accept the idea of one's "good cowboy boots" but that is not a criticism in the least, just my regional perspective.

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