This is a print version of story DOUBLE DADDIES by taboolover1966 from xHamster.com

DOUBLE DADDIES

Double DaddiesbyWhisky7up©
This follows on from 'Reach For The Star' and 'Bound To Happen Again'. Thanks as usual to LadyCibelle for the edit...especially as she caught a 'continuity' error I missed!

*

It had been a few weeks since she was last here, playing with herself as she watched him masturbate at his desk after he'd got in from work. The tree house needed a bit of a clean up since then and Chantal was glad of the distraction as she tidied some magazines and picked up a couple of candy wrappers. But she really had to think about it. That was a very odd email this morning and it disturbed her happiness.

These last few weeks had been good for her. She recalled those afternoons, watching through binoculars, learning from the way her daddy played with his cock. That was when she began her diary, first writing how her friend Sylvie enthused about having 'older lover' and then, later, detailing how she enticed her own father into making love.

Chantal had since found a website hosting diaries. She enjoyed reading many of them so she decided to sign up and have her entries posted. It was all anonymous, using passwords and made-up names so she wasn't worried about recording her father's surfing habits; including that fictional series he had been reading about Michelle and her daddy. There was plenty of sexual stuff in the diaries already so hers didn't particularly stand out, other than that it had been the only one she had seen so far about dads and daughters.

The site had a forum where people made comments and asked questions and there were quite a few about her diary. She was surprised to see so many girls fantasising about having sex with their daddy. It gave her quite a kick to see they were responding to her entries. But one post claimed reality. Someone signing themselves as 'M' said her daddy had anal sex with her. Chantal smiled as she dismissed this as coincidence. But then there was another one.

"Hello C. I am real. I had sex with my daddy too. Michelle."

It sounded like the poster was specifically speaking to her rather than just making a comment. Disturbed about this she sought an explanation in her mind and found one. Seeing the name this time and not just 'M' made her think about whether she had actually said that girl's name in her online diary. She was pretty sure that in mentioning the story her father had been reading, she had not said her name. Her original assumption of coincidence may have been hasty, but jumping to that conclusion didn't mean that 'Michelle' couldn't be a coincidence now. And hadn't she signed herself as C in her entries? This Michelle probably recognised as fantasy the submissions of the other girls, compared to the realism of her diary. Maybe she was genuine and merely trying to convey she had real experiences like Chantal's. Yes, that's all it was, she decided. Just coincidence. After all, Michelle is a fairly common name.

After she logged off from the site, she noticed a new email had arrived. She didn't recognise the source but it didn't appear to be typical spam so she opened it and read.

"Hi Chantal. You don't know me...well perhaps you do. I read your diaries and you have read about me. We have something in common. A lot in common. I think we should talk. Michelle."

Startled, she quickly closed the mail and sat back to think. She felt giddy and thought fresh air was a good idea. She shut down the computer, went outside and climbed up to her tree house where she was now sitting, having tidied up.

This was no coincidence. Whoever this Michelle was, she knew her name. It couldn't be a lucky guess. Carol or Catherine; that would be a more obvious guess. No, wait! It could have been an administrator on the website; someone having a joke at her expense. They'd have access to her details; they'd know her name. But they wouldn't...couldn't have known Michelle was the name of the other girl. So what was it? They had guessed? Unlikely, but that was the only explanation she could think of and at least it wasn't a total mystery now.

Chantal picked up a magazine and began turning pages, paying no attention to the content. Suddenly an idea hit her. Just suppose that this Michelle had also posted a diary on the site. She hadn't noticed one, but she hadn't been looking either. An administrator could have seen diaries of both girls and dreamed up some twisted joke; perhaps even sent this Michelle an email purporting to come from her. That was certainly possible, she thought, deciding to look right away.

While making a coffee, she kept trying to convince herself of the logic of her conclusion, but it was with a little unease that she climbed the stairs and moved towards her bedroom door. Pushing it open, she stepped inside and recoiled upon seeing a photo of her father on her computer screen. Her coffee splashed on her t-shirt and she set the cup down on her bedside table. Luckily she hadn't scalded herself, but it was wet and uncomfortable, so she took it off.

As if spellbound, she moved towards her computer without finding a clean top. Her initial shock at seeing her father looking out of the monitor was doubled when she remembered she had closed down earlier. "How did that happen?" she spoke aloud. "Okay...maybe I clicked 'restart' by mistake...but that picture..." Her mind was again in turmoil. She had no recollection of the photograph, let alone installing it as wallpaper.

Her thoughts were interrupted when another email appeared. It was from the same source as before and with a shaking hand, Chantal clicked it open.

"Hello again, C. We really should talk. Hopefully the photo got your attention. Please talk to me. Oh...and...I like the bra. Michelle."

Chantal hit the reply button. She couldn't take this anymore. She was weary trying to fathom what was going on. It couldn't do any harm replying; the girl already had her email address anyway. She typed.

"Who are you and what do you want? Where did you get that photo and what did you mean about a bra?" She clicked to send.

Almost immediately, the reply arrived.

"I'm Michelle - *giggles* - and as I said before, we have something in common. We both had sex with daddy. We both share that secret and I thought maybe we could share more; become friends, even."

Chantal clicked reply automatically, fingers moving over the keyboard.

"How did you know where to contact me? I don't understand how you could get that information."

The response came back as she hit her reply button. How could it be so quick, she wondered. It was as if the girl was reading her thoughts before she had typed them in. What it said was even more puzzling.

"It's hard to explain right now. I'm not even sure of everything myself. It sounds crazy, I know it does. But there's your world and my world. They're the same...but different. I am you here and you are me there. I don't know how...or why. I just know that the website where you posted your diary and the one where I had mine seem to have linked our existences. It's like a portal has opened between our two worlds. I have been able to see into your world. I saw you spill your coffee. I'm sorry I startled you, but I needed to get your attention properly. Let's IM."

Chantal didn't want to IM. This disturbed her and she didn't feel ready. Who was this person and how did she know about the coffee? As she pondered this she looked over to the window. Was she being spied upon? Her indignation was cut short as she thought of her own voyeuristic activities before, but she still had to know and crossed the floor. Looking out, she confirmed what she really knew. There was no view into her room from any nearby house. There were some buildings in the distance, but even with binoculars or a telescope there was no line of vision to the doorway. It was impossible for anyone to have seen her spilling coffee. Unless...

Chantal's thoughts were interrupted by the voice from her computer. "You have company," it spoke and she knew this meant her IM feature had been activated. How, was another matter, but as she sat in front of her screen once more, she knew it was Michelle again before she read the greeting. She punched in her reply.

"How did you do that? Only I can open IM to receive a message."

"Normally, yes. But you already saw I can access your computer."

"What else can you do?" Chantal was almost afraid to ask.

"That's what I wanted to talk about. But first, there are some things you need to know. I'm sending you a picture of me. You don't need to open anything. It will just appear."

It was a surprise earlier, when Chantal saw the photo of her daddy. But now she was astounded. There, looking back at her, was a photograph of herself. Or was it? She looked closely, but what was that in the background? That looked like Niagara Falls, but Chantal had never been there, so obviously the photo was a fake.

"I'm impressed. But you said you were sending a photo of you, not one of me, changed to make it look like I was somewhere I wasn't."

"But that's just it, Chantal. This is ME! I told you...I AM you and YOU are me. Look at these."

Chantal watched agog as a slideshow of photos appeared; all seemingly of her and all at places she had never been. Some were from a few years ago and showed her sitting on her daddy's lap as a young girl. They were obviously taken by her mother, but she didn't recognise the furniture. She couldn't understand why someone would want to falsify so many pictures of her.

"Why would you want to do that? Why with so many?"

"Why would I....Oh, I see. You still don't believe me. I didn't want to do this yet. Have a look at this one."

Chantal looked at the image of the naked girl, smiling and cuddling the Teddy Bear she recognised as being hers. She saw the two little marks: one on her arm, just above her elbow and the other just below the knee. Slight pigmentation blemishes that nobody would normally notice. In the photo, they were on the right arm and leg rather than the left, but this was probably just a case of the image being reversed in the scanning or editing process. There were no two ways about it. This was definitely a genuine photograph of herself. Except she knew she had not posed for it and nobody could have taken it without her knowledge. She knew it couldn't be a fake.

"I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think. I don't understand."

"I know this comes as a shock to you, Chantal. I wanted to explain more before I showed you that. It's me, but I look like you. You look like me. But that's not all. Watch this."

A movie opened on screen. Sitting on the edge of a bed was Chantal. Except she knew it must have been Michelle and not her as she didn't recognise the bedroom. The girl looked towards the camera, although she seemed to look slightly beyond; at the door maybe, as she spoke. "Hi, daddy. Come on in."

The rear view of a naked man came into shot and he walked to the girl and turned to face her, hips level with her head. He was only visible from the chest down, but that didn't really register with Chantal. She was entranced as the girl on screen reached for him and took a flaccid cock into her hand and began to masturbate him.

Using a second hand on his balls, she soon had him erect. The girl looked into the camera and smiled before sliding her lips down the stiff cock, taking it into her mouth. Her fingers slid to the man's thighs as her mouth worked on its own, taking as much of his shaft into her mouth as possible.

Chantal, almost mesmerised, shifted slightly in her chair as she watched. The girl on screen moved her head back and forth on the cock a few times before letting it slip from her mouth. She spoke. More than a whisper, but it was barely audible. "Okay, daddy. Move the camera a bit so we're properly in shot. It's time to fuck your little girl. Do you want to fuck me with your hard cock, daddy?"

The man moved towards the camera. His erection filled the screen and looked huge. Chantal felt as if she could touch it, but then it was gone as it became apparent he was adjusting the camera angle. His face came into view briefly and she couldn't quite believe what she saw. Her father! It was definitely her father...and yet, it couldn't be. Could it? It looked like him, she thought and then realised she was speaking, "but then the girl looks like me too."

"Not looks like you. We're the same."

Chantal saw the response come up but ignored it, instead watching the man move back around the bed to where the girl was now naked. It hadn't even occurred to her that the response was to something she had spoken and not something she had typed.

When he moved onto the bed she knew he was as much her father's image as the girl was hers. It really was as if she was watching her daddy and herself making love. She almost believed they had been filmed, though she knew that was absurd. But what this girl...what Michelle was suggesting was even more bizarre wasn't it?

On screen, he was now screwing her from behind. Chantal didn't realise it, but her hand had slipped inside her panties and she was rubbing herself as she watched, imagining that was her being fucked by her daddy. They hadn't done it that way yet and she wondered how it would feel. She liked to look at him when they made love; liked to see his face when she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.

Engrossed as she was in these thoughts while watching the screen and touching herself, she heard her father arriving and moving about downstairs. She considered pausing and returning later but then she noticed Michelle reaching an arm out to her bedside table to a little box like object. The picture on screen began moving into close-up. She realised it was a control unit and Michelle was zooming in. But why?

Her answer came as the cock slipped slowly out of the girl's pussy. Michelle reached back and grasped her buttocks, pulling them apart. Chantal gasped and put a hand to her mouth. The hand in her panties rubbed faster as she watched the man pushing his hard cock into Michelle's anus.

*

Downstairs, Chantal's father was in the kitchen, supping coffee, so deep in thought, he was unaware of its bitterness. The radio was playing an old Eagles song. He recognised it instantly and pondered the title; After The Thrill Is Gone. He and Chantal had now made love several times. That initial excitement when she had seduced him made the first time special. Then her bondage play was especially thrilling. Their lovemaking was wonderful. The 'thrill' had far from gone, how could it? He was the luckiest man alive. A girl half his age, who adored him, would regularly share his bed and make love. They would lie in each other's arms, caressing each other. She would play with his cock, getting him hard so they could fuck. What man wouldn't want that? The fact it was his daughter gave the sex an edge. The bondage did too. But, somehow, something seemed missing. Maybe there had been too much too soon. He should be satisfied with what he had.

Just then, Chantal came through the door looking a little flushed. "Hi daddy" she said, slightly breathlessly. She hugged him and he revelled, feeling her young body pressing into him. "You're a little early today aren't you?" she said taking his arm and looking at his wristwatch. It still amused her that he wore his watch on that wrist, self-consciously covering a scar from a burn. It was only a small scar and she didn't see why he couldn't wear his watch on the left wrist like everyone else.

He said something about there not being much traffic, but Chantal wasn't really listening. She began to prepare their dinner, wanting to get back to her room as soon after as she could.

*

Michelle was already waiting for her when she got back; the message asking, "What did you think of our little video?"

"What does it feel like?"

"You mean having daddy fuck me in the ass? It's glorious. If you can't get yours to do it, you can borrow him."

Chantal laughed, taking this as a joke. But this time she knew Michelle heard her, somehow, when she read the response.

"I mean it. I think we can cross over to your side. I haven't actually done this yet, but I think I know how to. I'm sending you some instructions. Print them and follow them through. They aren't too complicated. I have already downloaded a program to your computer. Don't worry, there's no problem. You'll see you have to change a couple of cables over. You'll lose internet access but when you change them back, everything will be back to normal. Do this by 9.00 tonight and I'll see you later."

This was weird, Chantal thought. What Michelle was saying was impossible. Yet some of the things that happened were also impossible; at least by any normal standards. But they happened nonetheless. She looked at her instructions. They were simple enough but she still printed them and set to work. She wasn't sure about any of this, but she was certainly curious.

*

Shortly before 9.00, Chantal and her father were watching TV. She was about to leave him for her room, when he asked her to put some coffee on. He never could get the quantity of coffee just right so he usually asked her to make it when she was around. When he got in earlier he made some himself, not wanting to disturb her, but it was truly awful.

She was able to get the coffee set up with time to spare and she sat in front of her computer, not really knowing what to expect nor what to do for the next two minutes. She looked at her watch; the second hand seemingly taking an age to complete a circle. Still a minute to go.

When the hand completed the second minute she was sure it stopped and she looked to her clock-radio. It showed 21:00 but the display was brighter than usual. Looking back to her watch, she saw the hand had not moved. But before she could wonder about it, her computer screen flashed on. A 'live' Michelle was smiling out at her.

"Hi, Chantal. Are you ready?" This time, she heard the words rather than reading them on screen. She'd never had speakers, using only earphones, but it didn't really surprise her after the earlier revelations. The sound appeared to come from the monitor.

Tentatively she spoke back. "Um...can you hear me? Yes I'm ready." Then, lower; almost a whisper, "I think." She was conscious of a nervous swallow, not really knowing what to expect.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound and the lights flickered. Then the room went dark. There was just the red glow of the clock-radio display; 21:01 and the monitor. Michelle's face had disappeared, to be replaced by a bright white screen.

Chantal, thinking the ceiling bulb had blown, was moving towards her bedside table lamp when the light came back on. She was startled by her reflection in the mirror. Except there wasn't a mirror there. It was Michelle. Chantal took a sharp intake of breath and her colour drained. She needed to sit and returned to her computer chair.

"How did you...what did you...oh my God. You're here! You're really here!"

"Yes. I made it. Cool, huh?"

Before Chantal could respond, she heard a knock at the door and her father entered with a cup of coffee for her. "I thought you'd like a cup. Everything okay? I thought I heard your voice."

She looked at Michelle who was now sitting on the bed. His eyes followed hers as he glanced at the bed. Then he looked at the computer screen and thought he knew what was up. "Ah, I see. You have a computer problem," he said, putting her cup down before continuing. "Well, you know this stuff better than me, Princess. I'll leave you to it." As he closed the door, the two girls were trying to stifle their nervous giggles. Chantal was the first to speak. "He didn't see you. He actually didn't see you!" Michelle was equally surprised.


"Yes, it seemed like it didn't it? He looked straight at me but nothing registered."

"How did he not see you?"

"I don't know. I haven't done this before. Until now, it's just been theory. Maybe it was because he wasn't with you when I came over. I really don't know." Chantal considered that and then had an idea. "I suppose you are real? You're not just in my imagination and that's why he didn't see?"

Michelle's response was to get up and cross the floor to Chantal who rose to her feet. She put her arms around her and hugged. "Does this feel real?" she said with a smile.

"Yes it does. This all feels unreal...but you feel real to me."

Michelle broke the embrace. "Hey," she said, "He called you 'Princess'. My daddy calls me that too."

The two girls looked at each other. It was odd, seeing themselves in the other. Chantal spoke. "Are we alike in every way, do you think? I mean, do we really look the same all over?" She blushed at the implication.

"I suppose so," Michelle began. "We certainly look identical now. We're not wearing the same clothes, but I do have what you're wearing. Let me check your wardrobe."

"How about music?" began Chantal. "Do we like the same stuff?"

"You have some of the same clothes I have. Not all but a similar style. Music? That's another 'don't know'. Let me look at your CDs."

They continued to get to know each other, comparing likes and dislikes before moving on to the subject that brought them together. Michelle had, of course, read Chantal's online diary so most of the questions were asked by Chantal. She was curious about how Michelle first had sex with her father and discovered it had been quite different to her own situation. Apparently it had been instigated by him while he was comforting her after a break-up with a boyfriend. Her daddy made her feel so good; that it was all the fault of the boyfriend and she'd forgotten all about him when her daddy was rubbing her panty covered pussy with his big hand.

Neither had any reservations since then. Her father mostly took the lead and Michelle was keen to learn more. It had seemed perfectly natural when he introduced her to anal sex.

They carried on talking about sex until the lights again flickered and then went out, plunging the room into darkness once again. Chantal was again moving for the table lamp when the light returned. Michelle was nowhere to be seen and Chantal sat back down, perplexed. She noticed her coffee cup; the contents untouched. "It'll be cold now" she thought, but reached for it anyway. To her great surprise it was still hot and she almost dropped it in shock. Then Michelle appeared on screen. "Let me just see if I can find out what happened." She said calmly. Chantal waited, gingerly sipping her coffee.

"Ha!" Michelle exclaimed before continuing. "I found the problem. At least I think so. I had to play with the computer settings so I could come over to your side. I have my screensaver set to kick in after an hour and I think that interrupted us."

"You were here an hour?" Chantal gasped. "But...but my coffee...dad brought it in just after you appeared. It's still hot."

Then she noticed her clock radio. It displayed the time as 21.03; just two minutes later than when Michelle arrived in her room. It was as if no time had passed during their meeting. She imparted this discovery towards Michelle's screen image, wondering, in her confusion, whether she should now be typing.

"Yes, I see. It looks that way here too. But that's odd. If time stood still, then why would the screensaver come on?"

"Hmmm..." Chantal thought before answering. "Maybe your computer recorded the passing of time and when the screensaver came on it reset itself."

"Could be. Anyway, Chantal, think about what we talked about. There are no risks and it's not like we're all strangers is it. We'll talk more tomorrow. Goodnight."

*

Michelle had given Chantal a lot to think about and it was some time before she fell asl**p after going to bed. She wanted to do it; what Michelle had suggested. How to raise the subject was the difficulty. But now, almost upon waking, she had an idea.

She eased herself under the covers of her father's bed and snuggled up against his naked body, just as she had done many times recently. She reached over his sl**ping form and felt for his penis. It thrilled her, that moment when he was hers to play with. Those precious seconds where his cock would begin to grow in her small hand as she stroked him until he woke.

He began to stir as Chantal brushed her fingers lightly over his balls and back up his shaft. She always giggled at the sight of his cock twitching when she reached that sensitive spot near the tip. At this moment she couldn't actually see it, but she felt the unmistakeable movement before it was back in her fingers where it belonged. Then he woke and turned towards her.

"Morning Princess. You have the best way of waking someone, you know that?" he said, kissing her.

"I'm glad you still like it daddy. Here, let me straighten your pillows so you can sit up."

Chantal's T-shirt rode up as she reached and twisted, revealing her bare pussy and her father gasped. He'd never get used to it; his little girl, his angel, flashing her cunt to him. He'd fucked it; fucked her. But it still excited him to see it. It was still taboo.

Nestling back onto his newly arranged pillows, he was happy to feel her hand again resting on his cock, fingers sliding around him.

"Daddy, there's something I want to ask you."

He wondered what was coming, knowing that very soon it would be him.

"Did you ever have...have you ever thought of having two girls at the same time?"

"Of course not baby. I'm a one woman guy. Always was. It was just your mother I wanted. Until her affair. And now...now it's just you."

"Okay daddy, I understand that. But did you ever have a fantasy about making love with two girls? Or more?" Chantal added.

"Well, I guess so...but fantasies are different..." he began, but Chantal cut him off.

"Just supposing I was a twin. One of identical twins. You could have both of us; both of us would obviously want you. There need be no jealousy, no feelings of disloyalty. Nothing at all negative about it. Just two girls and their daddy. Can you imagine that?"

He didn't need to answer. Until then, she had merely been holding his semi erect cock. Now it was stiffening rapidly.

"Ooh daddy. I think you do like the idea. Both of us in bed with you, playing with you just like I am now. Perhaps taking it in turns to touch you. Or four hands on you at the same time." Chantal stroked more quickly as she teased him with the thought, planting the idea in his head.

"Oh God!" gasped her father as he writhed and then went rigid in ejaculation.

"You see?" giggled Chantal watching her daddy's cock pump its contents onto his belly and chest. "You would like two girls making love with you."

"Well, I can't deny that was unexpected" he replied. How could he when he'd just had what was probably his fastest cum since his first time? His head was spinning. Just last evening he'd been thinking if there could be more – as if he didn't already have enough – and here she was talking of a threesome. With a twin she didn't have!

"But it's impossible, because you're not a twin."

"Not in the biological sense, maybe. You get cleaned up and come to my room. I have something to show you."

He watched his daughter's backside as she practically skipped across the floor and through the door and wondered what the hell she was up to.

*

Having taken a quick shower, Chantal's father wrapped himself in a towel and went to her room taking his place by her side at her computer.

"Look daddy. Look at these photos."

"Yes I see them. Snapshots of us. What about them?"

"Look closely daddy. Did we ever go to these places?"

He looked. Sure enough, every photo was of somewhere they had never been together. He had been to Niagara Falls, but she hadn't. And yet, there they were, sitting on a wall with the water about to tumble over behind them.

"Very clever Angel. They look pretty convincing."

Chantal frowned. "You don't get it do you daddy. They are not pictures of us. I can't fake pictures this good. How can I convince you?"

"Convince me of what?" he asked, puzzled.

"Wait daddy. I just remembered something." The movie clip. Michelle had somehow sent it to her computer. Maybe she could find it. "Give me a minute; I just need to look for it."

He watched, dumfounded as she searched here, clicked there; amazed at the speed she did things. It was like that technical support guy at work showing him how 'simple' it was at a speed he couldn't possibly follow, he thought, shaking his head.

"Got it!" Chantal exclaimed. "Look daddy. Watch this."

As far as he was concerned, the girl sitting on the bed was his daughter. He was just beginning to notice the differences in the bedroom when a man entered. Had he heard correctly, he asked himself. Did she call him daddy?

"What is this, Chantal? Who is that and why are you showing me?"

"Just watch, daddy. Trust me, please."

Jealousy found its way into his head. Another man with his girl. Her boyfriend, perhaps? No. She didn't have one. Then intrigue; her hands on the man's cock, bringing it to an erection. He felt his own penis stirring beneath his towel as she took the screen-cock into her mouth. He surreptitiously moved behind where Chantal was sitting, not wanting her to see the towel tenting out; not wanting to show it turned him on, seeing her with another man. But in so doing, he stepped on the corner of the towel, causing it to fall, leaving him naked and erect.

She hadn't noticed and, gratefully, he was about to reach for it when he again heard her voice from the computer. He wasn't so sure the first time, but now he was certain. She did call him daddy. He froze, leaving the towel at his feet, as the man approached the camera. Then came the moment he saw who was with her; Himself. He felt a kind of relief. He wasn't aroused by seeing her with another; it had been him all the time. Then his thought processes were interrupted.

"Now do you see, daddy?" Chantal asked, smiling.

"All I see is us. I really don't know what you're getting at. Somehow you filmed us..." he stopped, realisation beginning to hit. Then he continued. "Wait. That bit just now. I was moving the camera...except it couldn't have been me. I'd remember it."

Chantal sensed his confusion and paused the action. It wouldn't help with his mind racing like this. Next thing, he'd probably think he was losing his mind...or he'd been d**gged!

"Okay daddy. Let's back up a bit. Listen to what I have to say before you speak again."

He retrieved his towel and remained silent as Chantal explained about Michelle and her father. He became a little alarmed at the mention of the online diary, but she assured him it was all anonymous and neither could be identified. He stayed silent when he heard about last night's visit from Michelle; silent, but doubtful. She certainly sounded like the Michelle he'd been reading about, but how could it be her.

It was all a bit much to take in, but Chantal obviously believed it and her measured explanation calmed him even if he couldn't accept it. That just had to be the two of them they'd been watching; there must be some other explanation, but what?

He didn't want to appear too keen, but he was ready to continue watching. Chantal smiled as he asked her to 'play on'.

He watched as the scene developed. He was there, on the bed with Chantal. There on top of her, fucking her from behind. He couldn't actually remember making love with her this way; he enjoyed seeing the love in her eyes; for her to see the love in his, so he liked it face to face. But here was the evidence.

Then came the close-up; the camera zooming in as he pulled out of her pussy and pushed his cock into her anus. And now he knew it wasn't him. And if it wasn't him, then he knew it was not her. Not them; someone else. But how? Maybe there was something to Chantal's story after all.

"Do you believe me now, daddy?"

"I don't know. I can see they are not us...there must be some other explanation. I don't know what to believe."

"Well, I didn't believe it at first, so I know it's hard..." Chantal began and then laughed at her choice of words as she noticed the bulge in the towel wrapped around him. "I see something else that's hard" she said reaching for him. "Tell you what; I'll see if they can come over tonight. In the meantime let's take care of this."

She pulled his towel away, revealing his erect penis, dropped to her knees and fed her daddy's cock into her mouth.

*

Early that evening, Chantal's father was again deep in thought. Two things were occupying his mind. There was the prospect of having two girls at the same time. The idea came out of the blue. Sure, it was something he'd thought about when he was much younger. But once he had his first girlfriend, he never even looked at another girl, much less thought about fucking one. He'd always been faithful to whoever he was with.

So two girls were against his nature. But then having sex with his daughter was also against his nature. At least, once it was. Now it was regular. So maybe it wasn't such a big step. And it was his daughter who suggested it! But there was this other idea too. It wasn't just Chantal with a double, or whatever she was; there was a double for him too. There was another Paul Bond. Or at least another one like him. Exactly like him. Did he have a different name as well; like the other one?

He thought back to earlier in the day when he watched his sweet Angel holding what at first seemed another man's penis. It turned him on; it actually excited him to see it. He couldn't believe it. He was convinced he had been watching the girl he loved, the girl who shared his bed, stroking another man's cock. And instead of arousing anger or disappointment, he became hard himself.

*

Later, Chantal and her father were both seated at her computer while Michelle performed her trickery. As before, the room went dark and then Paul gasped as the returning light revealed the two visitors. Just a few hours earlier, he was still denying the evidence of his own eyes. But now he believed.

He looked at Michelle. She really was exactly like his daughter. It was a good job she was wearing shorts, whereas Chantal had favoured a skirt, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to tell them apart right now. They even sounded the same.

"Chantal...Mr Bond", spoke Michelle. "This is my dad, Sean.

"Hello Sean..." Chantal's father spoke uncertainly. "This is kind of weird isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is," he understated; more interested in appraising his daughter's new friend as he looked her up and down, smiling.

There was an uneasy silence broken when Chantal suggested they go downstairs.

"Good idea," her father spoke. "I'll get us some drinks."

He led Sean into the kitchen, where he opened a bottle and poured white wine into two glasses.

"Wine good for you and Michelle too?" he asked.

"Sure."

Paul poured again and was just thinking it sounded like himself answering his own question, when he felt arms embracing him from behind. He nearly spilled the wine as a hand felt for his penis and lingered, but he managed to place the glass to one side and the bottle to the other.

He turned and looked down into the face of his daughter, smiling up at him "Need a hand?" she asked mischievously. Then she turned and leaned gently into him, wriggling her backside; feeling his cock hardening.

Distracted, he didn't notice Sean slip something into two of the drinks before picking up the tray of glasses and exiting the kitchen. Aroused as he was, he was about to admonish her for such behaviour in front of guests, when she took his hands and placed them on her tummy, before sliding them up and under her top. Instinctively his hands cupped her breasts, feeling her stiffening nipples and he squeezed them gently as she ground herself back into him.

Abruptly, she said "Let's join the others before they wonder where we are." As he watched her walk in front of him, he looked down at her bottom moving so sexily in her shorts. Following her through the doorway, he realised his daughter had been wearing a skirt. He'd had his hands on this girl's breasts he thought; panicking and blushing as he emerged into the living room.

His mind was going 90 to the dozen; What the hell was I doing? She started it. It's my word against hers. What would Chantal think? Then he caught himself. Hold your horses Paul. Chantal has arranged this hasn't she. His question needed no answer as relief sunk in and he took his seat next to Chantal. On the sofa opposite, Michelle had d****d herself across her father's lap.

Paul felt the need to make doubly sure it was her and his eyes fixed on the girl's thighs. She caught him looking and he quickly looked away, aware of Chantal leaning into him, almost whispering. "Do you like her, daddy? She's just like me, isn't she?" Then she sipped her wine.

Not knowing whether a reply was needed, Paul bought some time to think by sipping from his glass. Then he sipped some more. Soon, all four were gulping heartily until glasses were empty and Chantal announced they needed refilling. Michelle laughed at the unintended innuendo and stood, suggesting the two of them go to refill the glasses.

As soon as they left the room, Sean spoke. Paul was shocked by the question.

"Michelle tells me you haven't taken Chantal anally yet. Why is that?"

He was shocked because he couldn't believe she'd tell someone that; shocked because Michelle had then told her father. And now shocked because this man, almost a stranger, had the nerve to ask him! What was most shocking of all was that he had already gone over this in his own mind previously; agonisingly so, and here he was actually responding to the question.

"Well...I want to. I think she wants to. But she's my daughter. Even with everything we've already done, it just doesn't seem quite right."

Sean smirked to himself. The stuff worked exactly as he was told it would. One drink was all it had taken and he probably wouldn't even need the rest, but it was reassuring to know he had more and he continued. "Yes, I know what you mean. I felt a little guilty the first time we did it. But now it provides some variation and Michelle loves it."

Paul relaxed a little. His shock was dwindling and relief was replacing it. Relief, because here was a man who had gone through the same things; experiencing the taboo of sex with his daughter along with the angst and guilt that went with it. He had only just met them, but they seemed comfortable with each other; as he and Chantal were. He couldn't believe how easily his question came out as he asked "How did Michelle take it?" They both laughed at the implication and then he rephrased. "How did Michelle feel after?"

Before Sean could answer, the girls returned with freshly filled glasses. Paul was a little surprised when Chantal took a seat next to Sean. "How did Michelle feel after what?" she asked. He didn't hear if there was a reply as he was distracted by Michelle saying "Looks like I get to sit next to you" as she eased into the seat and snuggled against him. He felt the warmth of her breast against his arm while, opposite, he saw Sean whispered something to Chantal. She half stood and slid onto his lap, where Michelle had been moments ago.

Paul thought something odd was happening. He'd been surprisingly candid at Sean's blatant question and now Chantal had appeared to comply with his wish. But his thoughts were interrupted when Michelle leaned over and whispered. "You know what I felt like after daddy fucked me in that special way? I wanted him to do it again." She made it sound so wicked. And so sexy. Her hand had nestled on his thigh as she began speaking but had now slid over and rested on his cock; her fingers moving slightly, but enough to feel him growing.


He thought back to the short video he saw earlier, encouraged by that seductive whispering voice next to him. "Would you like to fuck me in the ass, Mr Bond? I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" she said seductively while unzipping him. "You can do that to me, you know, if you don't want to with Chantal."

He suddenly realised her hand was inside his fly and she released the erection from his boxers. "Ooh, yes what a nice cock you have. Would you be my daddy too?" she asked smiling sweetly at him as he looked down at the hand stroking his penis.

Then he looked up. What was he doing? What would his real daughter think? He got his answer when he saw that not only were the other two ignoring him but they were engaged in their own activity too. Chantal's skirt had ridden up slightly and the other man's hand was underneath it. Judging by the movement of that hand and Chantal's wriggling, Paul knew that his daughter was having her pussy fingered by this man. From the expression on her face she was happy to have him do it too. Father and daughter were each receiving pleasure from their guests.

Chantal looked over and saw her daddy. She watched as Michelle wanked him; the vision made her cum suddenly, throwing her arms around Sean and squeezing as he brought her off. Michelle was tempted to bring a well needed release too but, instead, spoke. "Sorry, Mr B. You need to save this for later. Chantal and I have a couple of things to do."

Chantal stood, smoothed her skirt down and crossed the floor. "Yes, dad. We'll be in my room. Come up...both of you...in ten minutes." The girls left their fathers to continue talking and raced upstairs.

"Your dad has a nice cock," spoke Michelle. "I enjoyed teasing him...but I felt kind've sorry to leave him like that," she giggled.

"You'll get your chance later. Tonight is my night."

"You're still up for this then? It's not too late to change your mind."

"Yes I am." Chantal was excited and went on. "I thought I'd be nervous but I'm not...well, perhaps just a little. Maybe the wine helped."

"Maybe my dad playing with you helped too," Michelle said with a wink and noticed the blushing response. It was slight, but a blush nonetheless. Despite everything, there was still a kind of innocence there. "Anyway, I should get back."

"You're sure you need to go back?"

"I'm not sure of anything. I just don't want us both to be away too long, first time. I can control things from here too but I'm happier doing it from my own computer for now."

"Okay. I'll just go and tell them I'm ready," Chantal said as she made for the door. She looked around and saw that Michelle had already gone. No 'special effects' this time. She had already made some adjustments it seemed.

Before leaving her room, Chantal paused and composed herself. She wanted to experience this; to be fucked anally. It sounded exciting when she had read of Michelle's exploits and she knew from discovering her father's online activity that he must have thought so too. But she sensed some reluctance on his part. It was really thrilling when he inserted a finger there when they made love and she really wanted it to be her own daddy's cock there for her first time. But it didn't look like it was going to happen and she was impatient. At least this way, it was going to be virtually the same as her father and he was, after all, going to be there with her. She would not do it if he wasn't there. In fact she could not do it if he wasn't there.

These had been the ideas occupying her thoughts since she actually met Michelle. But it was still a big step and she was grateful for the effect the wine had on her. She'd also seen in the story her father had been following about how Michelle's daddy had been gradually preparing her for anal sex. She was going to be in the same man's hands and she had already complied with his wishes earlier. It was kind of reassuring knowing she could absolve herself of responsibility this way. Just so long as her real daddy was there to protect her and make her feel safe.

*

Paul had been surprised when Chantal told him Michelle had gone back for the time being. But Sean had quickly stepped in and taken control of the situation. He noted there was no sign of the effects wearing off yet as a comment to each had quickly relaxed them. Chantal allowed him to reach under her skirt to remove her panties. He took advantage of her position as he rubbed her bare pussy. She was wet and he revelled in her submissiveness as he whispered in her ear so her father couldn't hear. "Your cunt is so wet. You can't wait for my cock in your ass, can you?"

Further directives had resulted in both disrobing and he watched with great interest as Chantal revealed her naked body to him. She was every bit as sexy as his own daughter. It had been wonderful to take his little girl's anal cherry and now it would be like doing it all over again. But it was important she feel as comfortable with the situation as possible and that was why he was now watching them fuck. The d**g had made them both susceptible to suggestion but he figured familiarity would help things along. He felt his erection growing as he watched the girl feed her father's cock into her cunt, then rocking back and forth.

Occasionally she would lean far enough forward so as to give him a glimpse of her ass and that spot in between her buttocks that would give him so much pleasure, so very soon. He couldn't wait, so he stripped. He was about to advance upon the girl when suddenly Michelle appeared by his side. "Not yet," she whispered; almost hissing. "You forgot this." It was lubricant and she removed the top.

Paul was looking into the face of his daughter as she rode him. His hands roamed over her breasts, stroking her nipples as she rose and fell. He had no real recollection of how they went from being clothed to making love. But it didn't really matter as they were clearly enjoying each other. He did, however, become aware of a new sound in the bedroom and looked over to see Michelle pour something from a bottle into her hand, before dropping to her knees at her father's feet. She put her hands together, spreading the lotion and applied both hands to his penis, rubbing her fingers along its length.

Paul had already been near orgasm from those same fingers on him earlier. Watching the girl on her knees, so like his angel, while he was, in fact, inside his angel took him further. He reached and brought Chantal down on to him, thrusting vigorously. As Michelle rubbed the lubricant onto her daddy's cock, Paul's orgasm began and he gripped his daughter's buttocks. The movement spread her cheeks and Sean reacted as if on cue, falling to his knees, holding his cock and pointing it at the hole he was about to plunder.

Chantal was aware that her father's hands were on her ass as his cock pulsed inside her, pumping his cum into her pussy. She had been aware of a slight give in the mattress when Sean joined them and she thrilled at the touch. It felt wicked to have more than one pair of hands on her as her cheeks were spread and the head of a stiff cock nudged in between. She felt a cool wetness as the other man pushed against her small anus. Instinctively she tightened, but her father was still thrusting from below and she was shuddering in gratification. Her vaginal contractions loosened her resistance to the second penis and Sean took advantage; pushing his cock into her ass.

At that point Michelle smiled and left; as if into thin air.

Chantal had never felt so full before. Not even when her daddy had pushed his finger in there. It felt strange being sandwiched by the two men. But she thought the feeling was almost perfect. Her father was beneath her as they were locked together as one. They were able to look into each others eyes; his spent penis still inside her keeping their intimacy as the other cock eased that little bit deeper. She felt the other man's thighs on the back of hers, slipping and sliding, desperate to get the rest of his cock inside her; frantic to begin fucking her.

Almost perfect. She would have preferred it to be her daddy on top of her. Her daddy working his way there; pushing his cock into her. But at least he was with her, sharing with her. Then she felt him move a little. Her father had shifted his position slightly and his penis had withdrawn. Sean seemed to sense it and pushed home, completely burying his cock in her ass.

Aware that her daddy was no longer coupled with her, Chantal held onto him, trying to be as close to him as she possibly could. This was the man she loved; this was the man she was making love with, even if it was Michelle's father fucking her.

She felt the cock withdrawing a little but then the weight on her shifted and he pushed back in. He repeated the actions and soon she was aware of a slow sawing motion. The lubricant did its job as he increased his speed. There were moments she felt like expelling the intrusion, but others where she seemed to be sucking him back in. It was nothing like she'd known before; neither discomfort, nor absolute pleasure.

But then her daddy managed to introduce a hand between their bodies and she became aware of his fingers between her thighs. And that was it; all she needed. He knew how to play her. He knew what would work and she trembled at his touch. She knew he'd picked up on her uncertainty and taken the responsibility away from her, such was his love for her. She was now free from any confusion she may otherwise have experienced and his action allowed her to surrender to the situation completely.

The cock in her ass, together with her daddy's fingers at her cunt, was sending her wild. She bucked back and forth, fingers making her jerk backwards, forcing the cock to press deeper, pushing her forwards again. The combination was potent and soon she was cumming; the contractions also inducing Sean's orgasm.

Chantal held on to her father as she came, easing her hold a little as the frequency of her shudders lessened. She felt the weight on top of her moving as Sean withdrew. When he had rolled off her completely, she also slid from her father's body and nestled alongside him. The last she heard before falling asl**p was a slight creaking of the bed as Sean stood and took a few steps across the floor, leaving them to their intimacy.

*

The light streaming through a gap in the window blinds woke her. Her head was a little fuzzy at first as she thought back a few hours, slowly recalling the details. She was glad to have experienced her first anal sex but disappointed it had to have been with someone else. Although the two men were identical, there was something about Sean she was unsure of. Even though there was a certain know-how about him and that made it easier for her, deep down she knew it would have been better with her real daddy. But at least he'd been there to share it with her. In fact he improved things for her, greatly. And now they were alone and she preferred it that way.

She decided to wake him the best way she knew. It would be kind of a reward for him. She eased the bedding back revealing his naked form. He was breathing evenly as she gently moved downwards and took his penis in her hand. She never grew tired of holding it, feeling the weight in her palm increase as it grew. She closed her fingers lightly around the shaft feeling its heat. He stirred, but remained sl**ping as she tentatively fondled his cock before masturbating him tenderly.

Softly she pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go, taking care not to hurt him. She didn't want him to wake just yet. She loved to caress his penis so she was really enjoying it, but she really wanted to reward him and figured the more she could tease it while he was sl**ping, the more sensitive it would be when he woke and the more intense his orgasm would be when he came. Imagine, she wondered, waking up and just about the first thing you feel is a powerful orgasm.

She licked her lips, partly at that thought and partly to prevent them being too dry when they came into contact with his cock. Lowering her head, she licked around the tip before sliding her tongue down its length and back up again. She took her hand away intending to use just her lips and tongue on him. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own as it bobbed around; seemingly trying to avoid contact, so she slipped her fingers around and held it before continuing.

Her lips circled the head and she applied slight downward pressure; the action again causing his foreskin to be pulled back. Tightening her fingers gently, to prevent retraction she moved her head in such a way that her lips rubbed the sensitive area around the ridge of his cock. Then she sucked gently, before lifting her head. His pink dome was all shiny and taut. She noticed the little hole in the tip had widened and a drop of pre-cum had formed there. She licked it from him.

She held the cock in one hand while caressing his balls with her other. He stirred some more and she wondered if she should masturbate him now; thinking that maybe he would cum upon waking and how cool would that be? But she decided to take him in her mouth once more and it was while she was feeding his cock between her lips that he woke and looked down at her.

He felt Chantal's lips slipping over and down his shaft and he jerked as her fingers played lightly over his sensitive dick. He reached for her head and held it for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation of his cock filling her mouth. Then, still holding her, hands against cheeks, he gently lifted her head. His glistening cock emerged from her mouth.

"Good morning daddy," she spoke. "Rise and shine." It amused her. He had 'risen' and his penis was certainly shiny! She smiled as he had her slide upwards in the bed and they embraced. His hand slid between their bodies, finding her pussy and she felt a finger slip inside. "Yessss," she hissed and wriggled as he finger-fucked her until she was quite wet.

He rolled her to the side and moved above her. She looked up at him, then lower; down to where his cock was rigid. He slid his fingers from her and wrapped them around his penis, coating it with her pussy juice. Chantal eased her thighs apart. "Come on daddy, fuck me. Your cock looks really stiff and my cunt needs it."

He looked between her spread legs. Her cunt was glistening. He needed to fuck her this way...and then the other way. She placed her fingers between her thighs and pulled, opening herself for him until he pushed his cock into her. Then she wrapped her arms around him as he moved his cock in and out of her. It thrilled her when he pulled back a little, teasing her for a second, before thrusting back into her; each inward stroke bringing her closer to orgasm.

He rolled again, so that she was on top and his hands found their way to her buttocks. The fingers of one hand slipped in between and when one reached her anus she twitched. He didn't hesitate for a second as he inserted a fingertip. He felt his cock pulsate as he f***ed the finger in a little more, feeling her relax just a little.

Chantal loved it. Her daddy had his finger there before but it had seemed more by accident than design. This time he seemed more intent on getting there. A thought occurred. "Did that mean..." but she dared not complete the question for fear of disappointment. Instead she allowed herself to revel in the moment and she had a small cum almost immediately.

He withdrew from her and placed two pillows in the middle of the bed, one on top the other, then positioned her how he wanted. "Hold yourself open for me...like you did with your cunt," he told her.

Chantal was fleetingly unsure about the way he spoke. But she quickly did as he said, not wanting to disappoint her daddy, especially when this moment was so close. He looked down at her raised ass as she spread to make herself accessible to him. "That's my girl," he spoke encouragingly as he held his hard cock just inches away.

She felt a slight weight upon her as his cock pushed between her buttocks. He was being gentle with her as she knew he would. He eased a little more in and she no longer needed her hands to aid penetration. In fact they actually hindered his progress a little so she moved them, bringing one underneath her body and to her pussy. She masturbated as she felt a shifting and increasing of his weight, the movements of which temporarily concealed the fact he was now firmly inside her.

Suddenly she was aware just how deeply his cock had penetrated her ass. The sensations were incredible; she'd experienced nothing like it before and it was way better than a finger there. His body was pinning her to the bed but she had no great sensation of weight being the cause; just that amazing feeling as his body molded with hers, his cock filling her.

He began to fuck her, pulling back a little and sliding his cock back in. Every few strokes he withdrew a little more. She gasped in pleasure as he pulled back; moaned in near delirium as he thrust back in. The excitement was so intense, the masturbation became redundant. She was already on the point of orgasm and lost nothing when she took her fingers away from her pussy. She reached both hands beyond her head and clutched a pillow, clawing and grasping at it as his cock seesawed within her.

She felt his hands on her wrists, gripping her, as if trying to prevent escape. Strangely, she found this excited her even more. The first ripple of orgasm began; body tingling, trembling with intensity. She pulled her arm towards her, knowing that doing so would bring his closer. She wanted to kiss him, to show her love for him while she came as he fucked her.

His grip remained firm although there was some movement and his hand came within reach of her mouth. Another tremor ran through her as her orgasm neared its peak with each thrust of his cock. Her lips found his hand and she saw the scar on his wrist. It didn't immediately register that this was his left hand. Only when her body began shaking in uncontrolled ecstasy did she realise the scar was on the opposite hand. This was not her daddy! This was Sean fucking her ass. Again. But she was powerless to stop him, held as she was and her orgasm had already taken over. It was too late. She was already cumming and too far gone to be able to stop it. Her hips jerked with each thrust as muscles tightened around his cock.

Eventually the intensity began to lessen and she tried to get free. The weight upon her was too much but his arm was still close. She tried to bite his hand but he was too quick and he moved it away. She was still pinned where he wanted her and now he knew that she knew. As she wriggled beneath him he gave another couple of thrusts before ejaculating inside her.

"You Bastard!" she cried. "You Bastard. Where's my daddy? What have you done with my daddy?"




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