A man grudgingly agrees to go to the furry convention with his much younger girlfriend, having no idea what she has planned for later that evening.
I still couldn't believe I'd actually agreed to this. But Ainsley had just been so, so excited by the idea. And when your gorgeous, sexy, half-your-age girlfriend asks you to do something for her, and promises to make it worth your while... Well, it would take a stronger man than I was to turn her down. So here I was, at the God-damned furry convention, wearing the big, dumb wolf costume she'd gotten for me, trying like hell to keep my annoyance out of my voice.
To be fair, it wasn't like we'd never played dress-up together. I loved all the little outfits she liked wearing for me, and the games we played. Nurse, secretary, student, girl scout—that one, especially, was one of my favourites! And even I had to admit... Ainsley looked sexy as hell, in her little white-furred bunny-girl outfit! She was just wearing the head, and paws on her hands and feet. But other than that, she was a hundred percent human-looking, wearing the hell out of her tiny black bikini top and matching micro-skirt, a big, fluffy white bunny tail attached to her belt, her huge, gravity-defying D-cup tits and long, slender legs attracting admiring stares from everyone we passed. Or so I assumed—stupid fur suits. Heads were turning, anyways, so I assumed people were staring at her from inside. And that part of it didn't even bother me. Ainsley liked being looked at, and no matter how many people stared, I liked knowing I was the only one she would ever let touch. It was just the damned wolf-head that was getting on my nerves, feeling so hot and stuffy, and restricting my vision. At least she'd let me wear human clothes; one of my well-tailored suits, rather than full-body fur. The furred gloves were annoying too, making me feel clumsy and awkward, but they weren't nearly as bad as the head.
Admittedly, it wasn't all bad. Artist's row, especially, was actually rather impressive. I could barely draw stick-figures, myself, but Ainsley and my daughter, Amy, both had real talent in that area. That was actually how Ainsley and I had met; Amy, as a precocious and talented middle schooler, had begged me for art lessons to help take her gift to the next level. I'd found Ainsley online, offering art tutoring as a way of making some extra spending cash for herself while she'd still been in high school. The attraction between us had been instantaneous, and definitely mutual; it had been the hardest fourteen months of my life, waiting until she'd finally turned eighteen! My ex had just about had kittens, when she'd found out! For me, that had just been the icing on the cake. And now, four years later... Ainsley and I couldn't have been happier. Amy too, for that matter. The two of them were just like sisters. I felt a little guilty, actually, that I hadn't invited Amy to join us; she'd definitely have enjoyed seeing all that art. Though there were so many fur-covered tits and threateningly-huge animal dicks out on display in the art booths, on balance I was grateful we'd left her safely back at home.
The rest of the convention wasn't nearly so interesting to me. I was happy to let Ainsley lead, and we stuck our heads into a few of the panel discussions and workshops, but never for more than a few minutes each before she decided to move us on. The thing that surprised me most were the author booths. Anthropomorphic science fiction, fantasy, and romance... who knew? But from the lines of people waiting to get books signed, they were obviously quite popular. I was almost tempted to pick one up, just to see what they were like. If this was really something that turned Ainsley on the way it seemed to, then I owed it to her to try to understand. But there was no way I was going to spend the rest of the day carrying around a book; that was what Amazon was for! I memorized a couple of titles from the booth with the longest line, to try out later, and left it at that.
The penultimate event was the big furry fashion-parade and contest, which was surprisingly entertaining. And impressive, too, honestly! Some of those outfits, people definitely hadn't been walking around the convention in all day. There was one, a werewolf, that had to be at least eight feet tall, the person inside wearing stilts. Another, a cobra—or maybe a naga, since she had arms—had retractable neck-frills and a six-foot long tail, gliding smoothly along on what must have been some kind of motorized scooter hidden under her costume. There was a Medusa with writhing, squirming snakes for hair—not my idea of a “furry”, but impressive nevertheless. But my personal favourite had to be the hydra, with five snapping, smoke-spewing, animatronic heads.
Ainsley had us participate as well, of course—just for the parade part, not the contest. She started by bunny-hopping her way to the middle of the stage, tits bouncing and micro-skirt floating up into the air to reveal her tiny thong panties, earning shrieking whistles and uproarious applause. I raced onto the stage after her, chasing and catching her, my wolf muzzle taking a huge, worrying bite of her breast as she shrieked into the air. Then I tossed her up onto my shoulder, turning to face the crowd and show off her amazing little ass under her skirt, before giving her a resounding spank, earning a loud squeal from her and even louder whistles and laughter from the audience, before carrying her off into the wings with me.
After the parade, came the party. I've never really been one for dance clubs. I enjoy a good concert from time to time, rock and metal mostly, or occasionally something poppy if it was someone Ainsley and Amy really wanted to see. But club music generally makes me want to tear off my own ears. Ainsley thinks it's fun, though, so three or four times a year I take her out for a night at a club. The sight of her bouncing around in that tiny little bikini and skirt combo was truly a sight to behold! It was even enough to make up for the 'music', if you could call it that. The one good thing about wearing that stupid wolf's head, I could stare straight down into her tits just as much as I liked, without anyone accusing me of being a perv.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a short pink furball was suddenly glomping onto my girlfriend's chest. I had a flash of anger and worry, thinking I was about to have to seriously kick the ass of some predatory loser in a fluffy pink fursuit... until I made out Ainsley's familiar, squealing laugh under the music, and saw the way she was hugging the furball back.
“This is my friend! Kitty!” Ainsley yelled, barely audible. The furball disengaged, turning to face me, and I saw that it was a cat. A cheerleader-cat, wearing a cute pink uniform to match her head, hands, and the long, fluffy tail hanging out from under her skirt, with the words 'Furry High School' scrawled across her chest. And it was definitely a 'her', there could be no doubt about that. She was petite, and skinny, with a lovely, perky pair of B-cups, her uniform cut more than low enough to prove they were real, and high enough to show off an adorable little navel as well. I suppose it was possible she could have been trans... but not with those lovely, feminine hip bones showing above the waist of her skirt, I was pretty sure.
“Kitty? Seriously?” I tried to ask, though I'm not sure they heard me. It didn't seem to matter, as Kitty started dancing with us. I was worried, the first time she started rubbing her ass against my crotch—but even without being able to see Ainsley's expression under her bunny mask, her body language clearly said she didn't mind. She just moved in closer, grinding against Kitty's front, sandwiching the shorter girl between us. I was really starting to wonder who the hell this 'friend' was, who she'd never mentioned to me before... but Ainsley had all sorts of friends, from art school, most of whom I hadn't had a chance to meet yet. There was no point trying to ask for details, not with the loud, pounding music and two thick fursuit heads getting the way of conversation. Kitty was a good dancer, I could tell you that much, every bit as good as Ainsley was. The two of them took turns grinding on me, using me like a prop to show off their moves, and I swear everyone in a twenty foot radius of us had their heads turned to stare. At one point, Ainsley even grabbed my wolf-gloved hands, placing them firmly onto Kitty's ass and making me squeeze her through her skirt, as Kitty nuzzled and rubbed herself against my chest.
The party eventually came to an end, the lights came up, and we were all none-too-subtly encouraged to get the fuck out. I was leading the way toward the parking lot, looking forward to finally having an excuse to take off my head, when Ainsley grabbed me by my hand, stopping me in my tracks.
“Kitty has a room upstairs, in the hotel,” she said, just barely loud enough for me to hear. And it shouldn't have been possible, with their faces covered, but I swear I could read their shy, hopeful nervousness just in the way the two of them were holding their fursuited heads.
“Are you sure, babe?” I asked, more than a little nervous myself, but trying to keep it out of my voice. We'd discussed maybe trying a threesome sometime... but we'd never actually done it, before. I'd left it completely up to her; if she ever found a girl she wanted to invite into bed with us, then I'd go along with her choice. And if not, then that was okay, too.
The bunny head nodded, and I could just imagine the way I knew she would be cutely biting her lip, inside.
“And... how about you, Kitty? If that is your real name?” I asked.
Kitty stepped closer, hugging me tightly. “Meow!” she said, nuzzling against my chest.
“It's her name tonight,” Ainsley giggled, speaking on Kitty's behalf. “And she's sure, believe me! It was all her idea, actually... she's been looking forward to this convention for months! But... she's really shy. She wants you to do her while you're both still wearing your fursuits, if... if that's okay?”
“Umm... I guess so,” I said, taken aback. “As long as you're both sure this is really what you want.”
“It is, Daddy,” Ainsley said, and I swear I could almost see her bunny-head blushing, it was so obvious in her voice. “I, uhh... I... may have been looking forward to tonight, too,” she continued, joined in on our little cuddle session then, and I wrapped them both tightly in my arms. Kitty was the one who eventually ended it, linking arms with both of us, turning us back around, and leading the way to the elevators.
We were far from the only ones to have similar plans, it seemed. Everywhere I turned, fursuited couples, threesomes, foursomes, and more-somes were busily rubbing themselves all over one another, waiting for elevators to arrive to take them upstairs to their rooms. We eventually managed to sneak in alongside a group of three colourful BDSM-canines and their dominatrix-dragon, all heavily strapped with leather harnesses on top of their fursuits. They got out first, the yips they were making as their dom chased them down the hall with her whip identifying them as coyotes, rather than wolves or dogs. Our floor arrived soon after, Kitty leading the way, taking a keycard from a small pocket in her skirt and preceding us into the room.
Kitty sealed herself to my chest before the door had even swung shut behind us, purring happily and rubbing herself against me. I... wasn't sure quite what to do, honestly. Kissing was such an enormous part of foreplay, for Ainsley and me, but with our heads on it was completely out of the question. I ran my hands up and down Kitty's back, squeezing her cute little ass through her skirt. She seemed to like it, her purrs growing even louder, but I still felt really unsure of myself, not being able to kiss her, or run my fingers through her hair, or even to look her in her eyes to make sure she really was okay with what was about to happen.
Ainsley stepped in from our sides, helping me out of my suit jacket and tie, folding them over the back of the chair by the desk. Kitty started undoing the buttons on my shirt—it was difficult for her, with her paws on, but she was just barely managing to get it done. The tiny zipper running down the back of her cheerleader uniform, by contrast, was completely beyond me. I tried taking off my wolf gloves, but Ainsley stopped me before I'd started, taking off her own instead and undoing Kitty's zipper for me. She wasn't wearing a bra, as I'd suspected, and her small, perky breasts were even cuter than I'd imagined, with lovely, tiny pink nipples gracing their tips. Suddenly I was really, really regretting my wolf head! I took them into my hands, squeezing nice and tight. Kitty gasped happily at my touch, which I enjoyed, even with my gloves getting in my way... but not nearly as much as I would have liked sucking on them with my mouth!
Ainsley removed both their skirts, and I was treated to a surprise; that long, fluffy pink tail Kitty was sporting wasn't attached to her panties, as I'd assumed, but to a butt-plug instead, sticking out around the string of her thong! I couldn't help myself; I grabbed hold and gave her a playful little tug, making her squeak! Utterly adorable, but not a very kitten-like sound. Neither was the gasp she let out, as Ainsley finally got my pants unfastened, sliding them and my boxers down my legs. Kitty reached out, taking me into her hands, lovingly starting to stroke. I couldn't see her expression, of course... but I remembered exactly what Ainsley had looked like, the first time she'd seen it. Excited, certainly... but also nervous, even scared, that she may have just bitten off more than she could chew. I couldn't pin it down, exactly, but something about Kitty's body language was telling me she felt the same.
Unsurprisingly, stylish dress slacks and furry, wolfy shoe-covers were never designed with each other in mind. Ainsley tried, briefly, but it was immediately apparent that they and my shoes both had to come off, before the pants could as well. Kitty didn't seem to mind losing that part of the fantasy, far too engrossed in playing with my cock and nuzzling against my chest to even seem to notice. I took that as an encouraging sign, freeing myself of my gloves as well, and this time Ainsley didn't stop me. Maybe I couldn't kiss her, or suck on her perfect, round little titties the way I really wanted to... but at least I could get my hands on them, without the fabric of my gloves getting in my way! She gasped again, moaning happily as I fondled and played, before remembering her self-imposed rules for the night, and turning it into a purr.
I freed her of her thong, and took a long, admiring look. She was as smooth as the day she'd been born, not the slightest hint of hair to give me a guess at what she looked like under her cat's head. Her lips were tiny, delicate, and extremely pink, her arousal undeniable. She was wonderfully wet, too, as I quickly found out, reaching down and easing a finger inside. I glanced to my side, suddenly worried about Ainsley, and how she was really going to react now that this was happening for real. Again I regretted not being able to see her face... but she'd pulled her bikini top to the sides, freeing her tits, and she'd completely lost her thong while I hadn't been looking, and was now fingering her equally bald little pussy, and at the exact same pace I was using on Kitty.
I regretfully removed my finger, grabbing Kitty's ass with both hands and lifting her into the air. She squealed with shock, frantically letting go of my cock and throwing her arms behind my neck to steady herself. I carried her the few steps to the bed, crawling up on top of it with her, and carefully laying her down in the center. She giggled cutely, another very un-cat-like sound, but music to my ears. I leaned back onto my heels, staring down at her for a moment, as she spread her knees for me, and started wriggling on the bed, her long, soft kitten-tail stretching down between my knees from her adorable little ass.
“Do you have a condom?” what remained of my common sense forced me to ask.
“You don't need one, Daddy,” Ainsley said, crawling up onto the bed at Kitty's side, nuzzling their masks together as she resumed slowly, gently playing with herself between her legs. “She's clean, and she's on birth control. Just... be really careful with her. You're going to be her first, so make sure you take it slow.”
“Seriously?” I gasped, staring up into Kitty's mask. “Are you really sure about this, Kitty? I'm honoured... but your first time only happens once. Are you really sure you wouldn't rather have it with a boyfriend? Somebody you love, instead?”
Kitty turned to look at Ainsley through their masks, some sort of girl-telepathy going on that I had no way to intercept.
“She's sure, Daddy,” Ainsley confirmed, both of them turning back to me and nodding. “I told her how amazing you were, when you did me my first time. How slow, and patient, and loving you were... to say nothing of how amazing you always make me cum! That's what Kitty wants, too. So... I agreed to let her borrow you, for tonight. We've both heard so many horror stories, of other girls' first times... I want her to have as good a memory of losing her virginity as you gave me!”
“Well... as long as you're both really sure,” I agreed. “After that kind of build-up, I just hope I won't disappoint!”
“Not possible, Daddy... believe me!” Ainsley giggled, and so did Kitty.
I smiled behind my mask, and moved a little bit closer, taking my shaft in hand to rub slowly up and down against Kitty's soft, delicate little lips. Ainsley was handicapping me, whether she remembered that part of it or not. For our first time, I'd started out by going down on her, to help loosen her up and make sure she was thoroughly wet. That wasn't an option, with this big, stupid wolf-head getting in my way. From the feel of Kitty's pretty little kitty so far, I didn't think dryness was going to be any sort of an issue... but I'd have to remember to be even more careful with her than I had been with Ainsley, just to make sure. Especially with that kitten-tail butt-plug in, making her even tighter than she otherwise would have been! I'd have asked her to take it out... but it was obvious that was a key part of her fantasy for tonight, just as much as her cat's head and paws. Ainsley loved getting fucked while wearing a butt plug... but she'd already had months getting used to taking my cock, before the first time we'd tried it like that. I hoped Kitty hadn't let herself get carried away by Ainsley's stories of our sex life, pushing her into trying something she really wasn't ready for. But ultimately... the only way to know, was to try.
Kitty was adorable, purring and meowing happily as I began easing her open for me. God, she was a tight little thing... I wished I could have seen her face, to have another way to judge if I was hurting her or not. But I took my time, and eventually managed to get my hard, swollen head inside with what I hoped had been a minimum amount of pain. There were more gasps and moans interspersed with the cat noises as I began working myself deeper—and quite a few coming from beside us, as well, as Ainsley masturbated to the sight of what I was doing to her friend. I could tell Kitty was struggling, and I was on high alert for any sign that I would need to stop early, without giving her the entire thing. But any time I thought I mush be right on the edge of what she could take, she would put her paws on my hips, and try to pull me deeper. And sure enough, inch by painstaking inch, I was slowly able to push more and more of myself inside.
“Good girl, Kitty! You're doing so, so good, taking Daddy's cock so deep like that!” Ainsley proudly moaned as I finally bottomed out. I could hardly believe she'd actually managed it! Kitty was gasping inside her mask, trembling with the intensity of how it felt... but she'd done it. The entire thing, way up inside, just as deep as I could reach as I pressed myself hard against her soft little lips. “Isn't she doing good, Daddy?”
“So good!” I moaned in agreement. “You feel amazing, Kitty! So tight, and wet!”
“And so, so sexy!” Ainsley let out her own little purr, readjusting herself and snuggling closer. “Now, next step... I want to see you cum on Daddy's big, thrusting cock!” Ainsley swapped hands between her thighs then, reaching across to Kitty's soft little mound, to begin rubbing her fingertips on her clit.
Kitty moaned, her trembling increasing, and I smiled wickedly inside my mask as I gently began to thrust. My hands travelled endlessly; up and down the backs of her skinny little thighs, along her sides, up to her firm, perky little breasts. She was incredible—my only regret was that I couldn't look her in her eyes. Later, I hoped. If this first time together helped her conquer her shyness. I could text Amy, tell her that Ainsley and I had decided to get a room at the hotel, so we wouldn't be coming home tonight. She wouldn't need to know why. Then Ainsley and I would have the entire night to enjoys this beautiful little fuck-doll together, in any way we wished! God, I wanted us out of these masks! I wanted to watch them making out and playing with each other, while they waited for me to recover. I wanted to fill them full to bursting, then watch them feeding each other my cum out of their beautiful, freshly-fucked little holes!
“Eeeeeee!” Kitty was suddenly squealing, her shaking going into overdrive, her tight little pussy clenching almost painfully around my shaft. She'd surprised me; without seeing her face, I'd had no idea she was getting that close. Ainsley started to giggle, and I could just imagine the huge, happy grin I knew she would be sporting under her mask. I tightened my grip on Kitty's perky little tits, but otherwise didn't change a thing, keeping up the exact same speed and force that had pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm lasted a good long while, and left her gasping and panting for breath in the aftermath. I couldn't make up my mind if I thought that was a drawback, or a benefit of wearing the masks. They certainly made it harder to breathe, and contributed to overheating and sweating, which for me was nothing but downside. But I knew breath-play was a thing some people enjoyed, even if I'd never been one of them myself. If the mask made Kitty cum harder, then maybe it wasn't all bad after all, at least for her. But I still wanted to see her face. I was loving her tight, wet little pussy, don't get me wrong... but I wanted the chance to kiss her, too! Kissing was a huge part of sex, for me, maybe even more than it was during foreplay. I wanted us out of these God-damned masks, so I could indulge!
Kitty really was an amazing little fuck, especially for it being only her first time. I tried not to think about it too much, diverting my attention to make it last as long as I could. She was giving me such a special gift—she deserved my very best effort, every bit as much as Ainsley ever did. I was only partially successful. And once she started cumming again, her tight, hot little cunny clenching so tightly around my cock... by the time she'd finished coming down from it, I was barely hanging on by a thread!
“Where does she want it, baby?” I asked Aisnley with a groan. Kitty was still moaning loudly through her aftershocks, and even if she hadn't been so dedicated to her voiceless kitten-roleplay, I doubted she was in a state to be able to answer for herself.
“Inside her, Daddy! Please! Creampie this little slut! I want you to fill her up!” Ainsley gasped, moaning just as loud as Kitty was. She hadn't let herself cum yet, but even without seeing her face, I clearly recognized that characteristic hitch in her voice; she was holding herself right on the edge, waiting to cum when I did.
“Oh, take it, Kitty!” I growled, slamming in hard as my cock began to twitch, my fingers digging deeply into the flesh of her tender young tits. “Take my fucking cum!”
“Eeeeeee!” she squealed again, the feeling of my hot, potent cum bursting inside her pushing her straight into orgasm once more. Ainsley was barely three seconds behind, before she joined in with a squeal of her own. I gasped and moaned, Kitty's hot, quivering little cunny pulsing around my overly-sensitive cock, milking me of every last drop I had to give. But still I kept thrusting, long after I'd finished, dragging it out and making it last for her. We were shaking, panting, tremors of pleasure ricocheting back and forth between us as if we truly were one flesh. I wanted it to last forever... but finally I had no choice but to stop, barely even able to keep myself steady on my knees.
Ainsley recovered fastest, sitting up and taking off her bunny head, setting it aside on the bed. I tried to do the same with my own, but I was still shaking too much, too unstable any time I tried taking my hands from Kitty's tits. Ainsley stepped in to do it for me, and I took a huge, deep breath of fresh, cool air. Then it was Kitty's turn, and I smiled happily, excited to finally see what this sexy little fuck-doll I'd just enjoyed so much actually looked like!
“Amy?” I gasped, my heart stopping in my chest, my eyes flashing wide, my hands flying from my daughter's breasts as though I'd just been burned. “What the fuck!”
“Don't be mad, Daddy! Please?” Amy begged, sudden tears brimming in her eyes, her paw-covered hands clutching at my hips, preventing my attempt to pull away.
“God, baby, I...” I stammered, panicking, my eyes glancing back and forth between her and Ainsley.
“It was the only way, Daddy...” Ainsley was saying, nervously biting her lip, wringing her hands at her waist. “Please... please don't hate us for this! We knew you'd never agree to it any other way.”
“Agree...” I was still in shock, my brain refusing to register what they were saying. I pulled Amy's hands from my hips, backing away. But even as discombobulated as I was, some distant part of me still noticed the absolutely adorable little moue of disappointment Amy made, as I pulled out of her and left her empty. My hard, still-twitching cock suddenly cold-feeling in the air, completely covered in my own daughter's creamy white cum!
“You did always say, I could pick any girl I chose to...” Ainsley continued.
“But I never meant my own daughter!” I countered, rapidly shaking my head in denial.
“It's okay, Daddy. Really!” Amy chimed in, hurriedly wiping the tears of worry and fear from her eyes with her paws. “I wanted this... I've been wanting this! So, so much... It was my idea, Daddy. If... if you're going to hate one of us, for what we did... then it has to be me, Daddy! Don't blame Ainsley for this... it was all my idea.”
“Baby, I...” I forced myself to take a deep, shuddering breath. “Oh, Amy... I could never hate you. I could never hate either of you! But why didn't you talk to me, first? Instead of tricking me this way?”
“Oh, Daddy!” Amy blubbered, struggling quickly up to her knees and throwing herself at my chest, wrapping her arms around me and holding on tight. “Can you really tell me that would have worked? Is there anything I possibly could have said, that would have convinced you to go along with this, if I'd asked you first?”
“I...” I trailed off. I wanted to contradict her... but I knew I couldn't.
“She's in love with you, Daddy,” Ainsley said, her voice quiet and nervous as she crawled slowly in from our side, stroking one hand through Amy's hair, the other softly stroking my back. “She's every bit as in love with you as I am. I tried to deny it, when she first admitted it to me. I tried to convince her, tried to convince both of us, that it was just a crush, the same as lots of girls feel about their daddies while they're growing up. But it's more than that. Lots more. And... I tried to imagine what it would have felt like, if you'd told me you and I couldn't be together, because I was too young for you. Having to wait until I was legal was already hell enough already! If I couldn't be with you at all... it would have torn me apart, Daddy. I... honestly, I'm not sure I would have survived it. And... I couldn't do that to Amy. I just couldn't! I'm sorry we had to trick you like this, really I am... but it was the only way we could think of to prove to you how serious we both are about this, and to get you to give it a chance!”
“And... you really are sure about this, sweetie?” I asked, gently lifting Amy's chin with my finger.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said, her eyes so wide, soft, and vulnerable I couldn't doubt that every word was the absolute truth. “I love you more than anything! And I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life! I... I'm sorry we had to trick you... but not that sorry. I'm not sorry we did it. You never would have had sex with me, if we didn't. But now that we already have... now, there's no reason not to do it again! Ainsley already promised she's willing to share... so now, you get to have me, too, any time you like! Just like how you have her!”
I looked back and forth between them, seeing matching looks of nervousness, hope... and love.
“God, I much be losing my mind...” I sighed, more to myself than to either of them, slowly shaking my head. “I love you, too, baby. I love you both! So, so much!”
“Oh, Daddy!” Amy cried with relief, her hand finding the back of my head, pulling me down to meet her as she stretched for a kiss on my lips. I had a moment of hesitation, as her tongue began probing at my lips. But if I was really going to do this, as it seemed I'd decided I was, that was something I was just going to have to get over. I tried not to think of her as being my daughter... I tried to think of her as just the beautiful, sexy young girl I'd enjoyed fucking so much, before I'd known it was her. I opened my lips, and Amy, for one, clearly had no problem at all with the fact that I was her father; her tongue invaded my mouth, swirling lustily with my own, as she pressed her slender, sweat-slickened body tightly against my own.
“Oh, shit!” I suddenly gasped as I remembered, pulling away from Amy's kiss, turning to look at Ainsley instead. “You said she was on birth control!”
“Uhh... yeah,” she admitted, guiltily biting her lip. “Sorry, Daddy. Amy really, really wanted to feel you cumming in her. And we knew you wouldn't, unless I told you she was safe.”
“It was only a little lie, Daddy,” Amy spoke up shyly in her defence. “We can always just get me a morning after pill, tomorrow. That's basically the same thing. If... if that's what you want.”
“If that's what I want?” I asked, hardly able to believe what she seemed to be saying.
“Or...” Amy bit her lip again, bashfully lowering her eyes to the center of my chest. “Or we could not get me a pill, too. And we could just let nature take its course.”
“Get you pregnant, you mean?” I asked, lifting her chin to look at me again.
Amy didn't speak. She just kept chewing on her lip... and shyly nodded her head.
I turned, gasping, to see my surprise reflected on Ainsley's face as well.
“I, uh...” she hemmed. “I mean... you and I were already going to start trying, after I graduate. Would... would it really be fair of us, not to let Amy experience that, too?”
“Please, Daddy?” Amy asked. And looking into her eyes, seeing such love, and hope... it was all I could do not to let myself agree on the spot.
“How about you give me some time to think about it, sweetie?” I asked, lovingly stroking my fingers through her hair. “I've just found out I took my own daughter's virginity... you could maybe give me at least a couple of hours, to come to grips with the idea of maybe impregnating you, too?”
“That's fair,” she giggled, nuzzling her face into my chest.
“So...” I asked, turning to Ainsley as I kissed Amy in her hair. “Just how do the two of you figure this 'sharing' is going to work, exactly? I assume you two have discussed it together.”
“You mean, have we worked out a schedule?” she smirked. “We figure we'll just play that part by ear. As long as you do us both often enough that neither of us starts feeling neglected, we don't need to worry about taking precisely equal turns, or anything like that.”
“Good to know,” I smirked back. “But not at all what I was trying to ask. I meant am I just going to be having sex with the two of you... or are you going to be having sex with each other, too?”
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her cheeks bursting into a brilliant pink blush. “I, uh... is that what you want, Daddy?”
“Gee, let me think...” I grinned. “Do I want to watch my ridiculously gorgeous girlfriend, eating my cum out of my equally gorgeous daughter's hot, freshly-fucked little pussy? Whyever would I want to see that?”
Ainsley's eyes were wide with shock, as we heard the giggle coming from the vicinity of my chest.
“I'm game if you are, Ains,” Amy said, shyly looking up at her. “Honestly... I kinda wanted to try having sex with you anyways, just to see what being with a girl is like. But if it's Daddy making us have sex together, instead... then that's even hotter, don't you think?”
Ainsley bit her lip, but I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. We'd always been very open with one another, when discussing our various fantasies and desires. That included just what she'd fantasized about the most, when it came to possibly having a threesome together someday.
“You... lay back down, and spread your legs!” I commanded, giving Amy a gentle push between her tits, sending her squealing and giggling as she bounced back down onto the bed.
“And you...” I grinned at Ainsley, stroking my fingers through her hair and giving her a firm, passionate kiss on her lips, before I continued. “Eat my daughter's creamy little pussy! And you had better make her cum before I finish getting hard again, otherwise you're going to be taking it up that pretty little ass of yours, until you do!”
“Yes, Daddy!” she gasped, her eyes going wide once more. She dropped instantly down to her hands and knees, crawling eagerly into place between Amy's thighs. I chuckled at her enthusiasm and gave her a playful swat on her ass, making her yelp, then flopped myself down at Amy's side, renewing our kiss and fondling her breast.
It had been an empty threat, of course—we never did anal without Ainsley knowing ahead of time, so she could get herself properly ready for it first. But she always loved it when I gave her little challenges like that, saying the prospect of failure always heightened her adrenaline, and therefore her arousal and enjoyment, even more. I could hardly wait to see if Amy would respond the same way! There were all sorts of possibilities coming to my mind, if they would let me make the two of them compete with one another, rewarding the winner and 'punishing' the loser!
But there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, I was just enjoying the forbidden taste of my daughter's lips, and the feeling of her firm little breast in my hand. She reached down between us, searching for my cock... and giggled at herself, as she realized she'd forgotten she was still wearing her kitten-paws. She quickly took those off and tossed them aside, and I was able to properly enjoy the feeling of her exploring and playing with my softening, cum-covered cock in her delicate little hand. It was amazing... but admittedly, neither of us was devoting our full attention to our kiss. We kept glancing down, unable to take our eyes off Ainsley, clearly enjoying the first time she'd ever tasted a pussy other than her own. I was a little bit jealous, honestly, that Ainsley was getting to taste her before I was... but it was better this way. The stronger the connection between any pair of us, the stronger the whole.
The girls had been right. If they'd come to me and asked first, never in a million years would I ever have agreed to having sex with my own daughter. But now that it had happened anyways...
I glanced back and forth between them, seeing the depth of their devotion for each other, and for me, so clear in their beautiful, loving eyes.
This was our life, now. I didn't care anymore, that they'd had to trick me to make it happen. I just knew that now that it had, I was going to hold on tight, and never, ever, let either of them go!