Drifting happily through the living room wondering what I'll cook for dinner tonight as I smile and think of Daddy sitting at his desk in his office at this very moment. Coming up to the stereo and opening the clear glass encasement to flip on the power button and tune to my favorite radio station. Giggling silently as I turn up the volume slightly so I can hear it in the kitchen as I prepare the nights meal in anticipation of Daddy's arrival home. My heart having grown so full these last few weeks as I think back to my first night with him and again the night he had taken me to "The Park". Re... Continue»
I'm Paul and I'm 41 years old. I'm divorced and I live alone. I'm an attorney - not rich - but I live a comfortable life.
When I met Jenny, I was 27 and she was 25 years old. Her daughter, Nikki, was 5 years old and the cutest thing that I had ever met. She had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes that totally captivated me. She was a very well mannered c***d and she deserved all the affection I could provide her. I wanted to be her daddy. I wanted to be the guy who kept her safe and protected her from the world. Her biological father had abandoned her - and Nikki - two years previously and then promptly disappeared to avoid paying c***d support.
In retrospect, I should have realized that Jenny was simply a needy woman who saw me as a source of financial support and stability for her and Nikki. I had a track record of rescuing "needy" women and had not yet learned from my mistakes. I know now that Jenny's need for my support was not an adequate substitute for love. She liked me and she needed me but she didn't love me. When the need for support was no longer present, she would no longer want me. And that is what came to pass.
The ten years of our marriage were not totally wasted and we had many good times together. Jenny, Nikki, and I became a f****y (although I never adopted Nikki.) We took f****y vacations, we went to the zoo and the beach, we did chores together, and we worked as a f****y. Things between Jenny and I were very good for many years, too. I think she tried to love me and she tried to do all of the things that a good wife is supposed to do. We didn't have any c***dren of our own but not for a lack of effort by us.
Jenny and I had a very satisfying physical relationship. Jenny was attractive, I thought, but not stunningly beautiful. I'm sure that many guys would not consider her attractive but I found her to be quite cute. She was a petite girl, about 5'2" and 110 pounds. She had a pixie-like face with light brown hair and sparkling eyes. Her breasts were small, only a 34A cup, and the total affect was that she looked like she was 16 years old.
I'm not complaining, as I happen to prefer small breasts, and I thought hers were adorable. Her nipples were not big but they stood up like pencil erasers when she was aroused. Her areolae were only about the size of nickels and were the same pinkish-brown color as her nipples. She loved to have them licked and sucked and she could orgasm just from having her nipples sucked.
Jenny was rather uninhibited when it came to sex. The first few years of our relationship, things were relatively calm. I used vibrators on her clit and sometimes on her nipples. She loved to give and receive oral sex and she didn't stop when I got close to cumming. I think she actually enjoyed the taste of my cum; I hope so, because she swallowed quite a bit over the years. She also shaved all of her pubic hair and the hair around her ass so that I would go wild when I was eating her out . . . and I did.
Eventually, she said that she wanted to try some different things just to put some "spice" in our relationship. At first, she wanted me to tie her up and blindfold her and pretend that I was r****g her. I had difficulty even in pretending that I was doing something violent to her but I tried to act the part for her pleasure. Then, she said she wanted to try anal sex. I had never experienced that pleasure but, with the assistance of some KY, I quickly discovered what I had been missing.
Next, she said she wanted to try a threesome. I told her that I wasn't interested in being in bed naked with another guy and she laughed, explaining that it would be with another girl. She said she had never been with another woman and she didn't want to cheat on me but she wanted to know what it was like. It sounded like every guy's dream come true, so I agreed. She told me that she had a girl in mind but had not yet approached her to determine if she was interested.
The other girl -- Catherine - was a co-worker who was in her early 20's. She was a cute petite blonde who also looked younger than she actually was. She seemed to be shy and demure but Jenny thought there was a chance; she thought the girl would follow the "Marian the Librarian" stereotype, being shy and inhibited until she got a little bit of alcohol flowing through the veins. She invited Catherine to go out for drinks and dancing with us on a Friday night.
Once we were in the clubs, Jenny pulled the typical old guys' trick that she thought would work: she got the girl d***k. After Catherine was a bit wasted, Jenny started talking about sex.
"Paul, you're really a great lover and we do it all the time, but I'm so horny right now I could fuck the neighbor's dog," Jenny said with exasperation. Looking at Catherine, she continued, "I guess I should have been a guy, 'cause I'm just horny all the damn time."
We all laughed and then Jenny asked, "Catherine, do you have a boyfriend now?"
"No. Billy and I broke up about four months ago and I really haven't dated since then."
"Well, your 'battery-operated boyfriend' can give you an orgasm but it's not the same thing. I don't know how you can go that long without having sex!" Jenny was obviously baiting Catherine, and it was working. "Aren't you horny now?"
Catherine looked a little bit embarrassed, particularly because I was sitting at the table listening to this conversation, but the alcohol had definitely lowered her inhibitions. "It's okay to talk about it, sweetie, you're among friends," Jenny reassured her. "Paul and I are very open about our sex life."
"Well, yeah, I guess I get, uh . . . horny . . ., but I don't have a boyfriend, not even a 'battery-operated boyfriend,'" Catherine laughed. "And . . . I don't wanna go home with some random guy I just met in a bar, ya know? He might have AIDS or be an ax murderer or some sorta stalker psycho . . .."
"Well, if you wanna get laid in a safe way, I have an idea," replied Jenny. "Catherine . . . Paul has been after me to have a threesome for a few months. We've never done that before, but . . . ya know, I can tell that Paul has the hots for you and, I don't know why, but I kinda promised him we might do that as a birthday gift." I hadn't been 'after her' to have a threesome and it wasn't really my birthday, but facts usually aren't too important in a seduction. "And, ya know, holy cow, I don't wanna do that with just anybody, ya know? I'd really have to trust somebody to share my husband with 'em. I don't want anybody getting' AIDS -- especially me or Paul - and, well, I know that you're nice and not a slut, and . . . I think I could trust you to not start havin' an affair with Paul, and, I know it's a lot to ask, but . . . if you'd do that, it would sorta get me off the hook in a way that would take care of you, too. And, besides, Paul's great in bed! He's not too big but he definitely knows how to use it."
"Wow! Did you just ask me to fuck your husband?"
"Yeah, but I'd be there the whole time, so it's not like he'd be sneakin' around havin' an affair. And, after he's done you, I'll get him to do me, too, and you can watch. It sounds so absolutely wicked and . . . so damn taboo, it'd be great! Just have another drink and think about it," Jenny said, apparently ending the discussion at that time.
Another drink turned into two apiece for the girls, and then another two drinks apiece after Jenny talked Catherine into going to a titty bar and watching the dancers do their thing. I stayed sober because I had been elected designated driver, and I also didn't want the booze to interfere with any performance later in the evening. Catherine had driven her car to our place and we had all ridden together to the club, so, when we left the strip club, we all got in my car and went home.
When we got there, we went inside for a 'night cap.' Catherine was obviously under the influence so Jenny took the opportunity to make her move. She suggested that she and Catherine try to outdo the dancers we had been watching an hour earlier. Nikki was spending the night at a friend's house so I agreed. We went to the living room and I took a seat on the sofa. Catherine was still kinda shy at first but she took her lead from Jenny. Neither of them was a dancer but, pretty soon, both girls were in just their panties and bras. Jenny then had both girls face away from me and show me their cute little behinds as they removed their bras. Jenny moved so she was facing Catherine and put her arms around Catherine's waist, leaning forward and whispering something in Catherine's ear.
Soon, Jenny was kissing Catherine's neck and her hands were on Catherine's ass, pulling their two bodies together. Jenny bent down so that her kisses trailed from Catherine's neck to her boobs, which I still had not seen. Obviously, Jenny was licking Catherine's nipples because I heard Catherine start moaning.
The music Jenny had started came to an end and all I heard was the sounds of Jenny licking on Catherine's boobs. "Now, I want you to lick my boobs," Jenny said as she raised her head up from Catherine's chest. Without hesitation, Catherine lowered her face to Jenny's boobs and began licking on her nipples.
"You got me so hot!" Jenny exclaimed. "I can't wait to see Paul fuck you. Let's show him your pretty titties." With that statement, Jenny stood, placed her hands on Catherine's shoulders, and turned her to face me. It was my first view of Catherine's boobs and they were very cute, very suckable, about the size of tennis balls. Her areolae were about the size of quarters but, otherwise, they looked about the same size as Jenny's.
"Catherine, you're beautiful," I said. "I think I could lick your boobs all night long."
"You want that, don't you, Catherine? Paul, her nipples are so hard!" Jenny said. She stood behind Catherine, reached around her with both hands, and began massaging those delicious looking tits. "Catherine needs it bad, Paul. I'll bet her panties are soaked."
"Only one way to find out," I responded.
With that statement as her cue, Jenny reached down with her right hand and slid her fingers under the elastic of Catherine's panties. She wasted no time with teasing or foreplay. I could tell that her fingers went directly to Catherine's clit, because Catherine began moving her body in rhythm, humping her pelvis, and whimpering louder and louder until she was moaning.
"Oh . . . gawd . . . I'm so horny but . . . I thought you said . . . I'm not a . . . a . . . oh, I'm so close, uh . . . OOO!" With that last utterance, Catherine went rigid and her breathing became shallow and rapid. Her orgasm lasted for about ten seconds and then her body relaxed and she slumped into a chair.
When she looked up, she said, "I've never done anything like that before. I hope you don't think that I'm a . . . lesbian!"
"Well, I certainly hope you're not a lesbian," I said, trying to inject some humor into the situation.
"Neither have I," said Jenny. "I mean, I've never done anything like that, either, but . . . wow . . . that was pretty intense. I wouldn't mind trying some of that."
"Well, I think we need to give Paul some attention. We don't want him to feel left out, do we?" asked Catherine.
I walked over to Catherine's chair and knelt in front of her. I leaned forward until my lips connected with her left nipple. As soon as I started licking, she started moaning as if another orgasm wouldn't require much more arousal. I trailed my kisses down her belly until I passed her belly button and came to the top of her panties. I placed my fingers under the elastic on both sides and began to pull downward. She lifted her hips to allow me to remove her last article of clothing and soon her panties slid past her ankles and fell to the floor.
I again leaned forward but, this time, my tongue went directly to Catherine's clit. She tasted sweet and I could have been happy licking on her pussy for quite a while except for one thing; I felt an urgent need to fuck her slit good and hard.
I turned towards Jenny. "Do you wanna watch me fuck her?" I asked. While I was licking Catherine's pussy, Jenny had been sitting on the sofa with her hand in her panties, rubbing her clit and playing with her nipples, trying to work herself up to an orgasm while watching me attack Catherine's nubile young body.
"Fuck, yeah!" was her immediate reply. "She needs it bad!"
I told Catherine to undress me and she promptly stood and began removing my clothes. When all else had been removed, she got on her knees to pull down my boxers. Of course, my dick was causing an obvious tent in my britches.
"Paul, you know, I'm kinda self-conscious about having little boobs but you make me feel like I'm so real hot chick, and . . . well, I heard Jenny say that you're not real big and . . . if you have any concerns about your size, uh . . . it's exactly the size I want in me . . . in my . . . pussy . . . now, please."
"Catherine, you are absolutely beautiful, stunningly beautiful, and you take my breath away. Your naked body is every man's dream come true." I kissed her on the lips. I wasn't in love with Catherine but I thought that was a very nice thing to say, especially when she confided her self-consciousness about her boobs. I felt some genuine affection for her and I just needed to express it.
I also felt some genuine horniness which I needed to express. I told Catherine to get on the floor on her hands and knees so I could fuck her doggy style. She was a good girl and did exactly what I told her to do. I could see her pussy between her legs but I could also see her butt cheeks.
"You have a cute little ass," I said as I approached her.
"You're not gonna fuck me in the ass, are you? I've never done that," she said. I wasn't sure whether that was an invitation, a caution, or an off-limits declaration, but I didn't care. I immediately wanted to fuck her in the ass, but I didn't respond to her question.
"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she said right before I slid my dick into her pussy. Now, I'll admit that my dick is on the same magnitude as Jenny's boobs: not large but certainly plenty big enough to do the job. I had measured myself at 5½" erect which is actually quite normal for everything except porn flicks.
As soon as my dick touched her cunt lips, she began moaning softly. Every time I slid my shaft forward and penetrated her pussy just a bit more, her mouth released a moan, still soft but louder than the previous. After about the fifth or sixth thrust, I motioned for Jenny to come join us. I whispered to her that she should get under Catherine in a 69 position and her face beamed with excitement.
I couldn't see Catherine's face when Jenny began sliding underneath her but I could certainly tell when Jenny's tongue found Catherine's clit.
"Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd . . ." was all she could manage to say.
"If it feels that good, you should return the favor," I suggested.
Catherine's head lowered slowly, with some hesitation, and then her tongue slowly began to trace Jenny's cunt lips.
"Don't tease me; lick my clit!" Jenny demanded.
Catherine didn't want to disappoint Jenny so she began sucking on Jenny's love bud.
"Oh, yeah, that's it," Jenny exclaimed and she began licking Catherine's clit even more vigorously. As the girls got into it, I pulled my dick out of Catherine's pussy.
"Don't stop," Catherine requested.
"I'll be right back," I said. I stood, went to our bedroom, and retrieved a tube of KY. When I returned to the living room, they were still going at it, with the moans becoming louder and more urgent.
I knelt behind Catherine and put some KY on my dick. I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart. She had a small rosebud and it was pinkish-red, not brown. If she was concerned about what I was doing, she didn't give me a clue. Instead of just thrusting my dick in her virgin ass, I decided to give her a warm up with my tongue. I began licking in her ass crack, passing over her puckered orifice. With each pass, I paused to press on her back door with my tongue. She was tight but I thought I could feel her beginning to relax her sphincter.
"I've never had anything back there," she said, "but . . . ooh yeah."
That was all the encouragement I needed as a brought my index finger up to the south valley and placed the tip of my finger at her entrance. I continued licking while I began to press on the door to her most inviolate chamber.
As the first knuckle of my finger pushed in to her virgin ass, her response was immediate. "Oh . . . yeah . . . fuck me . . . fuck me back there."
No further instructions were necessary. I positioned my dick at her back hole and pushed forward. Some initial resistance quickly subsided and I felt my dick sliding into her ass. It was the tightest thing my dick had ever felt and I'm not sure why I didn't cum immediately, especially because her moaning went into overdrive.
"Lick my clit . . . fuck my ass . . . make me cum, oh, I need to cum so bad!" she pleaded. "Oh yeah, oh yeah . . . fuck me, fuck me . . .." Catherine's body was stiffening as if she was in the throes of an overwhelming orgasm. Her ass clamped down on my dick so tight I could barely move it. That was all it took for me and I was over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum, of, I'm almost there," I said. My cum started welling up in my balls, the pressure was gathering, taking me to the precipice and, then . . . I began shooting streams of my cum into Catherine's tight ass. "Oh, fuck yeah!"
Catherine stopped licking on Jenny's clit when her own orgasm took over her body, but Jenny continued licking until Catherine could take no more stimulation and pulled away from Jenny's tongue. Catherine laid down on the floor with her belly down and her cute little ass exposed for all to see.
After giving Catherine a minute to return to earth, Jenny complained, "Hey, did everybody forget about me?"
"Catherine," I said, "Jenny really seemed to enjoy havin' her pussy eaten by a girl. Why don't you finish what you started and I'll watch?"
Jenny didn't wait for Catherine to move but, instead, slid across the floor until her cunt was directly in front of Catherine's mouth. Catherine wasn't the kind of girl who wanted to disappoint anyone so she raised up and brought her mouth to Jenny's pussy. She hadn't started licking for more than a few seconds when Jenny started rocking and humping and squeezing her knees together.
"Oh, fuckety, fuckety, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" was all Jenny could manage as her body was taken to a level she had never before experienced.
Catherine stopped her ministrations and rolled over on her back. We all stayed motionless for a few minutes, not talking but just breathing and trying to regain our composure. In a few minutes, I suggested that Catherine spend the night and all three of us got into the king size bed in our master bedroom.
When we woke the next morning, Catherine was gone. She called into work sick that Monday. She came to work on Tuesday, avoided Jenny all day, and then called work the next morning claiming a f****y emergency. She never returned to work and we never saw her again.
Jenny and I never had another threesome and we never did anything else that wild. Something between us changed that night, and it wasn't a good change.
* * *
This was the substance of my reverie as I sat naked in the hot tub. By now, it was history -- ancient history. It had all happened seven years ago. Over the next two years, Jenny and I continued to have uninhibited sex but it was always just the two of us, in our own bed, with no one watching, no cameras capturing our lovemaking, nothing wilder than an occasional double penetration of Jenny by me and a vibrator. We never had another 'wild' romp. Initially, I thought that maybe she had gotten over the need to 'sew her wild oats' but, eventually, I realized that we had begun to drift apart. Jenny just didn't seem to be interested in our relationship. After two years, I discovered that Jenny was having a relationship with another woman.
When I confronted Jenny, she freely admitted the affair and started crying. She hadn't intended to hurt me but, after the night with Catherine, she realized that something had been missing in her life and it was something that I couldn't give her. She didn't want a divorce, she said, but she didn't want to give up her other lover. She wanted an open marriage.
I told her that, in my mind, an open marriage was no marriage. I acknowledged my responsibility for allowing that night with Catherine to happen but . . . if that is what Jenny was missing in her life, I know that she would have discovered it sooner or later, with someone else. So, we parted our ways on amicable terms.
I didn't owe Jenny any c***d support or alimony, so it was fairly simple to separate and disentangle our lives, except for the matter of Nikki. I loved Nikki and Nikki loved me and we wanted to continue having time together. Jenny agreed that it would be a good idea, probably because Nikki wanted it and also because it would give her private time for her lesbian relationship. So . . . Nikki started visiting with me every other weekend and then or most of every summer.
* * *
Nikki was 15 years old when Jenny and I divorced. She was beginning to blossom as a woman and she looked less and less like a c***d. Even though she was not my c***d -- not biologically and not by adoption -- I felt like her daddy and I was very protective of her.
Nikki had grown up with me and she had always been very comfortable around me. Neither Jenny nor I was particularly inhibited about our bodies and Nikki had routinely seen us in various stages of undress. Nikki, also, was comfortable walking around the house in her underwear or in her panties and a short sl**p shirt at night. By the time she was a senior in high school, just after her 18th birthday, she would occasionally sl**p topless. I knew this because she had to leave her bedroom door; the cat usually slept with her and it would need to get to its litter pan and food during the night. When I woke up in the mornings, I would look in her room to check on her; it was an old paternal habit, checking to make sure that my girl was where she was supposed to be. I would pull her door closed until it was almost shut.
Nikki loved to wear thong bikinis that revealed way too much and I wouldn't let her wear them out in public but she could wear them at home around our pool. Every now and then, she would leave her bedroom door open while she was getting dressed; usually, it happened when she thought that I was in another part of the house. When I walked by her room and looked in, it was not a big deal to her, or to me. Nobody screamed or freaked out. We weren't nudists but, again, we weren't overly modest, either. Nikki occasionally saw me in my boxers but not very often because I didn't want anyone to hear about something like that and get the wrong impression.
I had my suspicions that Nikki had become sexually active during her senior year of high school. I wanted to kill her boyfriend but I understood his attraction to her; she was a very cute girl. She was 5' 3", 110 pounds, and had light brown hair with dark brown eyes that could melt any man's heart. Her boobs were only a 34A (which I knew because Nikki had clothes that she left at my place and I did the laundry) but they were perfectly proportioned to her body and, the few times I had seen them, they were very perky with little brown nipples. If I had been 18 years old, I guess I would have been chasing after her, too.
I asked Jenny about Nikki's sexual activity and she told me that Nikki had confided that fact in her. Jenny asked me not to reveal that she had told me that and she reassured me that she had made sure that Nikki started on birth control.
I was quite relieved when Nikki broke up with the guy in February of her senior year. I knew that she would find another boyfriend and have sex with other guys eventually, but I wasn't ready to know about it.
Nikki dated a few guys the rest of the year but nothing turned serious. She was home at 1:30 am on prom night and I was quite relieved. I knew she was no longer a virgin but I still didn't want her having sex with some guy just because it was prom night and he expected it.
I had dated a few women since the divorce and I had even had sex with a few. I was actually surprised at how much easier that was in my late 30's compared to when I was younger. But I hadn't met anyone who was a candidate for a permanent relationship. I had not mentioned dating to Nikki and I never scheduled dates when she was staying with me.
Nikki decided to go to college at USF, about four hours away from our home. Of course, her mother had no money to give Nikki for college and, since I was the de facto daddy, I got to foot the bill. Nikki didn't get to have a car with her the first year of college, so her visits home were more sporadic than I would have liked and most of that time was spent at her mom's house. I went to visit her a few times in Tampa. Each time we said goodbye, she hugged me and held me so tight; it was as if she didn't want me to go.
In March of Nikki's freshman year, her mom announced that she was moving to Atlanta. I was concerned about seeing even less of Nikki, so I immediately offered Nikki a summer job at my office. Of course, Nikki also wanted to return to the home where she grew up and spend some time with her high school friends, so she gladly accepted the job. I offered to drive to Tampa to get her and bring her home but she assured me that she could get a ride with a friend. She told me that she would be home around 2:00 pm on Saturday of the first weekend in June.
* * *
This was Friday night and it was likely to be my last Friday night alone for awhile, as Nikki would be arriving tomorrow. I was in the hot tub naked. When I wasn't dating, I would console myself with getting in the hot tub on Friday and Saturday nights, drinking three or four beers, usually fantasizing about that night with Jenny and Catherine, and then jerking off. The hot tub was in the back yard and the privacy fence was enough to prevent anyone from seeing me so it had become my own private fantasy world.
I had already had four beers and, I'm not a lightweight drinker, but it was enough for me to be feeling buzzed. My eyes were closed and I was fantasizing about having my dick in Catherine's tight ass. I was probably about 30 seconds away from cumming when I heard a noise in the house.
My initial reaction was to jump out of the hot tub and go investigate. But I also realized that the noise might just be the cat, or maybe Nikki had come home early. I didn't have any clothes with me -- not even a towel. And, if it was Nikki, it was too late for me to make a mad dash to anywhere, so I just stayed put.
The door onto the deck opened and Nikki walked over to the hot tub.
"Surprise!" she said. She paused before she asked, "are you surprised?"
"Well, yeah, honey. I thought you weren't gonna be home until sometime tomorrow."
"Yeah, Cindy and I had talked about staying around Tampa and going out for one last night on the town, but we both decided we were too anxious to get home, so we left about 5 o'clock. Man, the drive was awful!" she said.
"Bad traffic?" I asked.
"Yeah, bad traffic through Orlando and then it was just boring. I'm a little stiff from sitting so long!"
"I'll bet. So . . . it's only about 10 o'clock. Whatcha gonna do tonight?" I asked, looking for an opportunity to get into the house and get some clothes on.
"Well, it's kinda late to start planning something for tonight, so, how 'bout if I just stay home with my daddy?" she asked in her little girl voice. What man could say 'no' to that request?
"Yeah, sounds good to me," I said. "You wanna watch TV or a movie. I got some new DVDs."
"No, Daddy. I think I'd really like to get in the hot tub . . .."
"Sure, honey. Why don't you go in and get a swimsuit on and then we can sit here and talk for awhile."
"Well, I don't have any swimsuits here. Uh, I took 'em all to college and they're all packed up in some boxes in the back of Cindy's truck. She's coming back tomorrow to drop off my stuff."
"Oh . . . well, what were you gonna wear?" I asked.
"Well, I can wear my panties and bra. That's just like a swim suit."
"Okay. You gonna go up to your room to undress?"
"Don't be silly, Daddy? Why should I go to my room to undress when you're gonna see me after I'm undressed? That's not modesty; that's just weird," she replied.
"Well, uh . . . honey . . . I'm not really wearin' anything now, myself," I finally admitted. "I thought it was just me for the night and there's no sense in wearing a swimsuit in the hot tub when I'm alone, ya know? But, I don't wanna embarrass you or anything like that."
"Daddy, I kinda figured you were skinny dippin', the way you've been squirmin' around in there. But that's okay. I can't really see you now but it's not like I haven't seen you naked before," Nikki announced in a very matter of fact voice.
"Oh, really? When was that," I asked.
"Last summer, right after I graduated. I was suppose to be stayin' with mom but we had a stupid argument so I decided to come over here. When I got in the house, I went lookin' for you but I finally saw that you were in the hot tub with some chick and it looked like you were both naked and havin' a pretty good time," she said.
"What . . . exactly . . . did you see?" I demanded. I remembered that night. I had coaxed Beverly -- one of my paralegals - out of her clothes and into the hot tub where we eventually had sex.
"Well, the two of you were in the water and I wasn't really sure if you were naked and . . . I've never seen you with another chick . . . and, I was lookin', tryin' to figure out what was up, and then you stood up like you were gonna come inside for something and . . . I remember . . . don't be mad, Daddy, but I remember seeing your thing stickin' straight out and that's when I ran out the front door and went back home."
"Well, I guess I can't be too mad at you for wantin' to come over here to get away from your mom. And . . . I guess we haven't either one of us really acted like prudes over the years, so, if it doesn't bother you . . . what the hell!" I said with feigned exasperation.
"Okay, so I'm getting' in the hot tub," she declared. She immediately kicked off her shoes and then I interrupted her.
"Hey, while you're still dressed, how 'bout goin' and getting me another couple of beers?"
"Only if I can have one . . . or two!" she responded.
"As long as you're not going out anywhere else tonight, sure, why not?"
It didn't take Nikki more than a half minute to go to the kitchen and return with four beers in hand. She set them on the edge of the hot tub and returned to her prior task.
Her pants were off in a flash and I could see her cute little bikini-style panties. She began to lift her shirt over her head and then she paused.
"I almost forgot. I took my bra off earlier 'cause it was hot. Don't look, Daddy!" she said teasingly.
"I've seen your boobs before, young lady. There's no secrets to keep in that department."
"Whatever," she replied, indicating that she really didn't expect me to keep my eyes shut. In two seconds, her shirt was over her head and in a heap on the deck. My little girl stood there in just her panties, looking as cute as a girl could possibly look. I know that she was 19 years old but she looked younger. I knew that she wasn't a virgin but, still, she had an innocent look that could inspire a man to protect her, or to ravage her, or both.
She stepped up the two stairs and swung one leg, and then the other, over the side of the hot tub. She immediately sank down into the water and said, "Yummm. This waters feels real yummy, Daddy."
She handed me a beer and then grabbed one for herself. She didn't guzzle it down, but it didn't look like this was the first beer that she had ever drank. She began talking about school and her friends and we both got absorbed in the conversation. I think that we both forgot that I was naked and she was wearing nothing more than her panties. After a few minutes, she started her second beer as casually as if she did this every night of the week.
"Daddy, do you mind if I turn on the jets? I could use a little massage on my back." Without waiting for an answer, she turned to reach the controls. She wasn't too familiar with the layout of the control panel, so the first thing she hit was the switch for the underwater light. Then she found the control for the jets and they started churning the water.
Before, my nakedness had been hidden by the darkness and now, even though the underwater light was on, I was hidden by all of the air bubbles swirling in the water. We wanted to continue our conversation but the jets made some noise, so she moved around to sit next to me. I turned to face her and placed my arm up on the side of the tub. This placed our faces in proximity so we could continue our discussion. I really wasn't too interested in the stories about her roommate's boyfriend, but I didn't let her know that.
"Daddy, we're out of beer," she said. Without hesitation, she stood and got out of the hot tub, went into the house, and quickly returned with four more beers which she set on the rim of the hot tub.
When she stepped up the stairs to re-enter the hot tub, I could see her from the mid-thighs and up. Her nipples were hard, meaning that she was either aroused or cold. When I looked to the south, I saw that her panties had become transparent when they got wet. For some reason, I couldn't let any of this pass without comment.
"Are you cold, dear?" I asked coyly.
"No, Daddy. Why do you think that? . . . Oh." She looked down to observe her aroused nipples and then she laughed. "Well, Daddy, I got no control over what 'the girls' do any more than you've got any control over gettin' a boner. And . . . I am with a naked, good-lookin' guy."
"Well, I appreciate the compliment, even if I am your father . . .."
"Technically, you're not my father, you're just a grown man who has a young girl in his hot tub, practically naked," she interrupted me.
"And might as well be naked," I added. "Your panties became see through when they got wet."
"Really?" she asked, as if she truly didn't believe that. Again, she looked down, trying to observe what I was seeing.
"Well, they may not be 100% transparent, but I can tell that you shave your pubes and it doesn't look like you have any tattoos or piercings, I'm happy to report."
"Well, yeah, I do shave down there, and, no, I don't have any tattoos or piercings, and I hope I haven't embarrassed you too much."
"Honey, I'm sittin' here naked and you're talking 'bout embarrassing you? At least you got a little something covering a little something."
She set the beers on the side of the hot tub and looked me directly in the eyes. "If you feel like I have you at a disadvantage, I'll take 'em off."
Before I could say anything, she had pulled her panties down and tossed them over on the deck, away from the hot tub. For the first time in many years, I was looking directly at Nikki's pussy. It was shaved, it was beautiful, it was perfect. She didn't have that "full bloom" thing happening downstairs; all I could see was a simple slit framed by a pair of labial lips that were not fat, not freckled, not misshapen. If she had not been my daughter, I would have taken her without hesitation.
"If you're through lookin', I'll sit down now," she said. She stepped over the side and into the hot tub, returning to her seat beside me.
"I . . . I didn't mean to stare, honey, it's just . . . well, it's been awhile since I've been with a woman, and . . . you're so, so beautiful, and . . . if I was a younger guy and not your daddy, I'd . . .."
"You'd do what, Daddy?" she intoned in her pretend Southern belle voice, "I do declare. I'm glad you think I'm beautiful, and, it's okay that you're not younger, 'cause young guys can be total jerks. And . . . I might call you Daddy and you might call me your little girl, but you know we're not really related by bl**d or by marriage not any more. Daddy, I'm just the naked girl in your hot tub. And I've had the hots for you for a couple of years now. What do you think we should do about it?"
"Honey, you're still my little girl and I've never . . .."
"Daddy, I saw you lookin' at my pussy a minute ago and there was nothin' fatherly about that look. I wanna have you in me. I NEED to have you in me! Do I need to get you d***k first?"
With that question, she reached over to get a beer off of the side of the hot tub. She accidentally knocked two beers off and they landed on the deck. Fortunately, the beers were in cans.
"Damn," she exclaimed. She stood and looked over the edge of the tub. "No damage done. I think I can reach them without getting out," she explained. She then bent over the side of the tub and reached down to get the beers. When she did this, she spread her legs to gain better balance and I was treated to a wonderful view of her pussy and her ass, including the little puckered star that I could clearly see.
Reaching the beers, she grabbed them and handed them back towards me, indicating that I should take them from her. I moved forward to get the beers and this just gave me an even better view of her feminine assets. As I was checking out the holes available for fucking, she looked back and caught me checking her out.
"Tell me your interest is purely paternal!" she said. She waited for me to respond but what could I say? My interest was obviously sexual; I just didn't want to admit it.
"Well, see anything back there you like?" she asked. "Actually, I hope your interest is in my pussy and not my ass. I had one guy try the back door thing last year but it didn't work out very well."
"Well, you don't have to admit you want it but . . . just tell me if you want me to stop," she said, returning to her seat. "But . . . please don't say no," she requested. I couldn't imagine that I would ever say no to this sexy young nymph.
She reached her hand towards me and started stroking my dick. "Daddy, you're so hard. Is that because of me?" she said in her coy little-girl voice. "I'll bet it is," she answered her own question.
"Honey, if you keep doin' what you're doin', I'm gonna cum in your hand," I said to her. Actually, I would have been happy to cum in her hand but she abruptly stopped stroking my member.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I want you to cum but not in my hand." She smiled and then moved to face me. She got in my lap, facing me, with her knees straddling my legs.
Once again I felt her hand on my hard pole. It didn't need to be any harder and she sensed that. She raised up her torso, moved forward, and then lowered herself onto my rod. I felt my dick touch her pussy lips.
If she had stopped then, I would have felt like I had died and gone to heaven, but stopping was not in her plans. She was obviously very wet -- and not from the water in the hot tub -- because her pussy slid down on my dick as if this move had been rehearsed a hundred times. She didn't stop her descent until I felt her pubic mound against mine and my dick was completely surrounded by the warmth and wetness of her young, sweet pussy.
"Daddy, you feel soooo good!" she said. "I feel so full."
"Don't move for a minute, honey," I said. Placing my hands behind her, I pulled her torso towards me until my mouth connected with her right boob. I began sucking on her nipple and she was soon whimpering, moaning with shallow breaths, telling me to not stop.
She began thrusting her pelvis while trying to keep her nipple in contact with my hungry lips. The motion was getting me close to the edge and I knew I wouldn't last long.
The fact that she had told me she had tried anal sex suggested that her ass was not 'out of bounds' and maybe she wanted me to try something back there. It was an idea but I wanted to cum in her pussy and there was no way I could pull out, even if she wanted me in another position . . . or in another hole.
Instead, I lowered my right hand and reached under her until my middle finger was in her butt crack. I lightly traced up and down the crevice until her moans increased and I knew that what I was doing was turning her on even more. I drew my finger towards her little rosebud and let it rest at the opening to her forbidden entry.
She began thrusting up and down as if she wanted my finger to penetrate her anal orifice and I was happy to oblige. I turned my finger so that it was poised for entry and then applied a light pressure as it slid into her most taboo hole.
"Oh, Daddy, don't stop. Don't stop!" she pleaded as her thrusting became stronger and quicker. "What you're doing's so nasty and wrong but, I can't help it, it makes me feel like I'm gonna explode with an orgasm!"
"Baby, I'm so close to cummin' in you," I warned her. "Cum with me. I wanna see you cum, and hear you cum, and feel you cum."
"Cum in me, Daddy. It's okay. I'm on the pill," she reminded me. "Please, Daddy, I want you to cum in me!"
"Oh, honey. Here it comes!" I exclaimed as I felt my cum boiling up inside me. I was at the point of no return. In my frenzy, I pushed a little harder on my finger and it slid even deeper into her rear entry.
Suddenly, I felt her pussy going into spasms on my dick and her torso became rigid. "Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!" she cried out. "Keep suckin' my little titty!"
That was all it took for me. I felt my cum shooting out of my dick, filling my little girl's pussy with all the cum I could give her. I felt 5 or 6 blasts of jism, and each spurt caused her to moan even louder. As the f***e of my exspurtations subsided, the a****l energy in her moans decreased and she was soon slumped over with her head on my shoulder. I pulled my finger out of her ass and placed both hands behind her back, holding her naked body tightly against mine.
She turned so that her mouth was only an inch from my ear. "Daddy, I've never felt anything that good in my entire life," she said quietly. "I hope we have plenty more of that this summer."
"I can't say no to you, baby. You're my little girl."
"I'm not a baby and I'm not a little girl any more. And, I can't continue being your little girl. I'm a grown woman and I have a grown woman pussy. I wanna be the naked girl in your bed every night."
"You can sl**p with me tonight . . . and we might even get some sl**p . . . maybe. We'll see how you feel about it in the morning, but . . . you don't need to worry about what I want. I want you."
"I love you, Daddy," she said, looking at me with the most innocent, little girl eyes.
"I love you, too, honey. This will be your home as long as you want . . . and I hope that's forever."