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Different Dads, Different Daughters - Chapter 2
The next morning was hectic for both Ryan and Patty. Between him trying to get ready for work and her in a hurry to leave for school, the two of them continually tripped over one another. About the only place where there wasn’t interference was in the shower. Mind you, when one was attempting to wash the other of the results of the previous evening, their co-operation severely compromised their schedules.
“Dad, move your head out of the way! I can’t see what I’m doing if you keep staring at your cock!”, Patty kept telling her Dad as she tried to wash the thin film of blood off him. She had insisted that she be allowed to do that chore based on the logic that it was her hymen that had caused the stain in the first place, and it was therefore her responsibility to clean it up. Ryan’s version had something to do with being the person that had actually broken her maidenhead, and as a result it was his job to wash both of them.
Having finally gotten each other washed, the two dried each other off, laughing and giggling like a couple of teenagers, although technically, only Patty could claim that excuse. When they were both dressed, they made their way down to the kitchen, ate breakfast, and stared into each other’s eyes like the love-struck puppy dogs they were.
“Are you gonna be okay all alone here after school?”, Ryan quizzed his daughter.”I mean, I wouldn’t want you to get lonely all by yourself.”
“Umm, I’ve been looking after myself after school for the last four years. Why would that change now?”, Patty reprimanded him, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Arriving at school, Patty met up with some of her friends before their first class. They all seemed to note that Patty somehow seemed undefinably different this morning, and she had a far-away look in her eyes
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“Patty, are you okay?” asked her friend Michelle. “You look like you’re about a zillion miles from here! What the hell’s going on with you?” Patty caught herself before sharing this new part of her life with her best friend. The two girls had known each other since before they started elementary school, and had been inseparable all that time.
“Oh nothing. I’m fine, just a little preoccupied though. Dad and I got talking last night, and he gave me a lot to think about. I’m just trying to sort it out in my mind” was her excuse.
“Like, what were you two talking about? It must have been pretty complex to get you so . . . I don’t know. You’re almost dreamy-eyed. Hey! Have you got a new boyfriend you’re not telling me about? Come on, fess up! Who is he? And don’t spare any of the juicy parts either!” Michelle grilled her.
“No, silly! Nothing like that. Dad met an old family friend that we’ve known for as long as I can remember and brought him over last night. Shit, I haven’t seen . . . Paul . . . like forever! Anyway, we all got to remembering old times, but Paul’s version is way different than what I remember. Funnier, too. We must have talked and laughed until after midnight, and I’ve never had so much fun in my whole life. I have a sneaking suspicion, though, that some of the things that Paul came up with are total bullshit. Guess that’s just his way of keeping us entertained, but what a laugh he can be!” She hadn’t meant to use her Dad’s middle name, but it was the only one she could come up with that would fill the gap.
“Really?” injected Michelle. “So when are you gonna let me meet this B.S.ing Dude? Or are you hogging him all to yourself?” Oops, this was getting a little too intense for Patty to try and remember what fibs she told. Her Dad had always said that if she told nothing but the truth, she wouldn’t have to keep track of her lies. Now she knew exactly what he meant.
“Good question. He took off late last night -- well, this morning, actually, as it was after midnight -- and I have no idea when we’ll see him again. Sure hope it’s not long though. He’s great to be around.” Silently she thought to herself, “Great for me, at least, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna share him with anyone else!”
The rest of her school day was a blur. Her concentration was minimal at best, and two of her teachers had threatened her with detention if she didn’t smarten up and “get with the program”. After school, she and Michelle walked home together, just like every other school day, but Patty’s mind seemed to be miles away, and that fact wasn’t lost on Michelle. She just wasn’t sure if she should pry into Patty’s little world, or just give her friend some space. It wasn’t that Michelle was worried as such, but she did have some concerns.
“Patty, what the fuck is going on in that head of yours? You’ve been staring into space all damned day, walking around like a bloody zombie, and I doubt you’ve heard more than ten words anyone’s said to you since this morning! If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you finally got laid! So, who’s the lucky guy?”
“I got what? You think I got laid? Shit, I wish! Maybe some guy’s cock in me might get this fucking fog outta my head, but I doubt it. No, it’s nothing like that. Just that some of the things that . . . Paul said last night have got me thinking, and I’m just trying to get my head around all of it. It’s no biggie. Really”, but in her mind she could hear her brain screaming at her that she had to tell someone -- anyone -- all about what she had experienced. But then there was that part about her lover also being her Dad. That would be a major complication. No, she’d just have to give herself some time to let it all sink in, and keep her big mouth shut in the meantime.
Patty looked at her friend intently, thinking, “Damn Michelle! You’re my best friend, and I can’t even tell you how wonderful I feel, or why! It’s just not fair! I hate keeping a secret from you, but what else can I do?” The questions just kept going around and around in her head, but nothing helped her clear her thoughts.
“Listen, why don’t you come over to my house for a while?” Michelle offered. She was really starting to worry about her friend now, but had no idea how to help her. “Maybe we can talk, and you can tell me all about this Paul guy, okay? He seems to have really gotten into your head, because your brain is totally fucked up! And ya know what? It’s starting to really scare the shit outta me!”
“Yeah, maybe that might be a plan. Get my mind off this shit, and get back to somewhere sane?” Patty agreed.
“Umm, you want to stay over for dinner tonight? Then we can maybe do something afterwards?” Michelle suggested.
“No . . . well . . . maybe. I’ll have to check with Dad first. Actually, the more I think about it, if I was gonna talk to anyone, it’d be him. I know, I know, most fathers can be real assholes, but mine’s pretty cool. I mean, he actually listens to me, and helps me figure things out. I guess in that regard, I’m a pretty lucky girl.”
“Wow! I knew you and your Dad got a long okay, but he actually listens? Does he try to make you think the same as him, or are you allowed to have your own ideas? You know Kelly Johansen, right? Well, her Dad figures that Kelly should think and feel exactly the same as him. God, she hates her Dad!”
“Nah, my Dad’s pretty good that way. We sometimes don’t agree, but he’s cool with that. He says that I should have my own values; ones that work for me. If they don’t work for someone else, that’s their problem. I guess it’s because of stuff like that, that I really love him so much. He’s actually my best friend. Well, after you, of course. But you know what I mean, right?” Patty had caught herself at the last moment there. Shit, but keeping their secret was going to be more difficult than she thought.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Sometimes my Dad can be a real asshole too, but most of the time he’s a good guy. Matter of fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Most of the time, my Dad and I are really good buddies. Hell, if it weren’t for my Mom, I’d consider marrying him!”
“Ewww! Marry your own Dad? That’s gross!” squealed both girls at the same time, and then they broke into gales of laughter. But Michelle’s remark had Patty wondering just what it would be like if she actually was married to her Dad. The idea left a warm glow in her heart, but she knew that it wasn’t even remotely possible. And besides, they were family already.
The merriment left both girls in a better humour, and they walked to Michelle’s house in happy silence, glad of the chance to just hang out with each other. As they walked into the house, Michelle’s father, Ben Moscrop, was already home, and greeted them with a cheerful smile on his face. Michelle ran to him, wrapped her arms around his midriff, and kissed him briefly on the lips.
“Hi Daddy! You remember Patty McDermiad, don’t you? If it’s okay, can she stays for dinner tonight?”
“You’ll have to check with your mother, but I don’t have any problems with that.” Turning to Patty, he asked, “Do your parents know about this yet, or are you planning on surprising them after the fact?” Patty could see the twinkle in his eye that said he was almost teasing her.
“I’ll have to phone my Dad after he gets home, but it’ll be okay with him, probably.”
“What about phoning your mother then? I’d feel a whole lot better if one of them knew where you were.”
Patty suddenly became very quiet and still, and looked down at her feet. It wasn’t common knowledge that her mother had deserted them, and Patty didn’t feel comfortable explaining that to everyone that asked. In fact, there were only two or three people that did know the facts. Fortunately. Michelle was one of them, and Patty had sworn her to secrecy right after her mother had left.
“What?”, asked Ben. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Umm, Dad? Patty’s Mom’s gone” Michelle told her Dad softly. “It’s a long story, and Patty isn’t comfortable going through it. We’d . . . I’d appreciate it if you’d drop it, okay?”
“Sure Princess. I didn’t mean to pry. I just assumed, but if I overstepped my bounds there, I apologize to both of you. Especially to you Patty. Sometimes us ‘Old Farts’ can be pretty stupid, but we don’t mean to hurt anyone.”
“No problem, Mr. Moscrop. I guess that if it weren’t for my Dad, I’d have no one, and that scares the sh . . . I mean, the crap out of me sometimes” Patty explained. Michelle kissed her Dad’s lips, then both girls quickly ran up to Michelle’s bedroom, slamming the door on their way in, then jumping onto Michelle’s big double bed.
They talked about everything that teenage girls always talk about. Boys. What shows they watched on TV. Boys. Who was going with who. More boys. The range of subjects seemed endless. Michelle finally got around to mentioning sex, and Patty clammed up instantly. Michelle sensed her discomfort, and thought it really weird, as she and Patty had spent countless hours discussing the subject in the past. Patty had always been open and forthright about sex before, but her silence was almost deafening to Michelle’s ears.
“What? Are you gonna become a nun on me all of a sudden? Patricia Dianne, what the fuck is going on in there, in that head of yours?” Michelle demanded.
Patty felt like she was between a rock and a hard place. Keeping a secret was one thing. Keeping one from her best friend was something else again, and it was tearing her apart. How the hell could something so beautiful be so difficult? Making love with her Dad had been the most magical experience she had ever had, and if she could do it again, she’d do it twice!
“Michelle, can I ask you a really stupid question?”
“Sure! You know that. We don’t keep secrets, remember? And we’ve both promised that whatever one tells the other never, ever, goes beyond the two of us.”
Patty sat quietly, trying to compose her thoughts. She just had to share her secret with someone, and there wasn’t anyone in the world that she trusted as much as Michelle. Well, with the exception of her Dad, of course, but he already knew. Hell, he should. He’d been there at the time!
“Michelle, have you ever thought about making love with your Dad?” Patty almost whispered to this girl that was her closest confidante. Looking up, Patty realized suddenly that Michelle seemed to be struggling just as much as she was. “I know it sounds like a weird question, but have you?”
After what seemed like ten years, Michelle replied in a voice that was even softer than Patty’s, “Truth? Yeah, I have. I mean, I know it’s supposed to be wrong and everything, and I know I’m not supposed to have those kinds of thoughts, but I have them anyway. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I’ve thought it before, and I’m gonna keep on having them. I love him so damned much. Mind you, I’d never let my Mom know about it. She’d pull my boobs off and tie them behind my back if she found out. But you’d better not tell anyone. Ever! Not even your Dad. And if you do, I’ll pull your boobs and tie ‘em behind your back, too!”
Patty let Michelle’s answer sink in for a moment. Shit, she wasn’t the only girl in the world that wanted to have sex with her own father. Maybe there was hope after all.
“Umm, if the chance ever presented itself, would you?” Patty whispered. Her voice was almost too quiet for Michelle to hear the question, but she had just caught it.
“Patty, if I answer that, you have to promise never to repeat it to a single soul. Understand? Do you promise?”
Without a second’s hesitation Patty whispered back, “I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die if I lie, but I promise.” She could feel Michelle’s eyes boring into her, trying to look inside her head, desperately wanting to know Patty’s secret, yet afraid of the answer.
Giving herself time to formulate the truth in a way that might not shock her best friend, wondering whether she should tell Patty everything or just hedge around the edges of that truth, Michelle swallowed to relieve her parched throat, took a deep breath, and went with that gut feeling that said she could trust Patty 110%.
“Umm, I already did.”
Patty’s eyes flew wide open as she stared at Michelle, and a glimmer of hope and serenity slowly emerged in her mind. She had to know, to compare, to discover if her circumstances, and the love they’d made, were just a fluke. To find that she wasn’t the only female in the universe that truly loved their father. Wow!
“When, Michelle? Where? How? I mean, I know maybe I’m prying, but I just have to know. Tell me everything? Please? Then I’ll tell you why it’s so important, ‘kay?”
Michelle was scared. A part of her wanted to share the warmth, compassion, and love that she had found with her Dad. Another part of her, though, knew that by telling Patty, she was endangering her own father, and that felt like a betrayal that she’d fought within herself for months. But if she couldn’t trust Patty now, after all the years they’d been friends, then who could she trust?
“Okay, remember that camping trip Dad and I went on last Summer? Well, Mom hates camping, so it was just the two of us. The first day we had a great time, swimming, hiking, and just hanging out with each other. It felt like the very best day of my whole life! Anyway, I went down to the lake after supper, just to sit by the water and remember all the great times we’d had that day. I wanted those memories to stay with me forever. I guess I lost track of where I was going, because I got lost, and scared, and I didn’t know what to do. I tried calling my Dad, but I guess I was too far away for him to hear me. I must have stumbled around for quite a while. Somehow I fell into the lake and smacked my head on something, because that’s the last thing I remember, until I came to in Dad’s arms. He carried me back to our campsite, took me into our tent, ripped off my clothes, then stuffed me into a sleeping bag. Shit, I was so cold I couldn’t even shiver! Dad was so scared. He said that if he had tried to get me to the hospital I probably would have died on the way. Anyway, I guess he stripped off his clothes and crawled into the sleeping bag to warm me up. I don’t remember any of that part, but I woke up with his body against me, and him holding me tightly in his arms. God, his warmth felt so damned good! But I guess that I started to shiver, because he woke up, kissed me a couple of times, and then fussed over me until the sun came up a couple of hours later. All I wanted to do was sleep and press against his warmth, and I guess I must have rolled over and cuddled him spoon-style. Anyway, when I finally did wake up, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, and he was hard! I know, that should have felt gross, but it didn’t. Matter of fact, it felt damned good, and it made me horny as hell. He had his arms wrapped around me, so I moved his hand up to cover my boob. Hell, my tits felt like they were gonna freeze and fall off. I think he was still asleep, but his hand kept moving on my boob, and my nipples got real excited. Then my pussy got wet, and I pulled his cock out of my ass and under my pussy so that it rested against my slit, and you know what? He felt so good, and so hard, I just had to play with him! The more I touched him, the more I wanted to stroke him until he shot his wad all over my pussy. I couldn’t stop for nothing! God, I was so horny!”
“I don’t know how long Dad was awake before I heard him moan. He kissed my earlobe and whispered ‘I love you’ to me. I thought maybe he believed it was Mom he was spooning with. I told him that I loved him too. Shit, the man had saved my life! But when he said my name, I knew he was aware that it was me jacking him off, not Mom. He said, ‘Michelle you’re gonna make me cum, Princess’! I’ll never forget those words. And I wanted him to cum on me! I wanted to feel him spurt his sticky white goo all over my pussy, to keep playing with my tits, even to hump his cockhead against my clit. And I wanted him to make me cum, too.”
“I started to hump against his hard-on, smearing my pussy juice all over his cock, feeling it rub my clitty. The next thing I knew he was humping me back, then his cock slid up my cunt, and it felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before! I never even gave him a chance to pull out of me. I just rammed myself down on his cock until it was all the way up my cunt. Holy Shit! The pain? I’d forgotten about my hymen, and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch when his cock broke it. He just held me tight until the pain started to ease up, and then I began to rock up and down on his cock again. He kept whispering, ‘I love you, Princess’ and his hot breath in my ear got me so turned on! I pulled one of his hands off my tits and stuffed it between my legs, and Dad started to tickle my clitty as he slowly fucked me. Patty, you have no idea how good his cock felt. And the more we fucked, the better it felt, until he made me cum. God, what a cum! It felt like all my muscles had turned to Jell-O, and there were, like, fireworks going off in my head! Just when I thought I was gonna pass out with the sheer pleasure of it all, Dad spurted his cum up my cunt, and I had another orgasm right then and there!”
“Anyway, that was the first time we had sex. We made love again that night, the next morning, and just before we broke camp to come home. I’m surprised Mom never clued in, because I was in a daze for almost a week. Dad kept asking me if I was alright, hugging me and holding me whenever we could get away with it. I knew he loved me -- hell, I’ve always known that my Dad loved me, but I didn’t know that he loved me that way. “
Patty could feel that glow spread throughout her body like she and Ryan had just made love again, and she could see that Michelle had the same glow about her. She just had to tell Michelle about her and her Dad!
“Okay, Michelle, I promised you, and now you have to promise me that what I’m about to tell you goes no further than between us, okay? Promise?”
“Oh Patty, you even have to ask?” Michelle chided. “By the way, why did you absolutely have to know all that?”.
“Because my Dad and I had sex last night. No, that’s not quite true. We made love last night, and I gave him my virginity. God, he was so good, too! But I’ve been bursting all day wanting to tell someone. I’m glad you trusted me enough with your secret, and I know I can trust you with mine.”
A tear trickled from Michelle’s eye as she finally figured out why her best friend had been in the clouds all day. Ryan and her had found the same magic as she’d found with Ben.
“Oh Patty! That’s fantastic! So tell me, how do you feel about it in the light of day? Are you happy? He didn’t rape you, did he?”
“Shit no! I’ve wanted my Dad for over a year, but last night was my chance, and I took it! At first I was a little scared, but by the time he’d taken my cherry, I knew it was right. He didn’t fuck me, he made love to me. And he gave me the best cums I could ever imagine. Like you said, it was like fireworks going off in my head. When he came inside me? Well, you know how it feels, but I bet you can’t describe it, can you? Me neither! But tell me, have you and your Dad ever made love since that camping trip?”
“Yeah, every time we’re alone together, like when Mom has to work late and Dad’s home early. I’ll bet we could have made love this afternoon if I hadn’t brought you home. Damn, I would have loved that! But I’m glad you came over. Talking about loving our fathers like this makes me realize that I’m not just a horny teenager that can’t get laid anywhere else but in my Dad’s bed. I know I can, but I really don’t want to. It’s just so . . . special when we make love. I’ll bet there isn’t a boy in the whole school that’s half the lover my Dad is.”
“Crap, Michelle, I’m sorry. If I had known that I was going to get in the way, I’d have never have come over, at least not today.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Like I said, I might have missed making love to Dad this afternoon, but there’ll be other chances, and I think this chat has done both of us more good than we know. It has me, anyway.”
“Yeah, me too! Oh, thank you, Michelle! I just had to tell someone, and you’re the best friend I have to share secrets with”, and Patty hugged her friend with genuine warmth and caring.
“So. You going to share all the details, too, or do I have to just guess?”
Both girls giggled, then Patty related the whole story to her friend. When she was finished, Michelle wiped the tears from her eyes and hugged Patty with the warmth that came from the bond and camaraderie of their common understanding of each other’s true love to their respective fathers.
Michelle glanced at the clock on her bedside table and groaned.
“What’s the matter?” Patty inquired.
“Oh nothing. Mom will be home in a few minutes, so I haven’t got time for what I had in mind anyway.”
“And just what did you have in mind, Miss Moscrop?”
“Well, if I had half an hour, I was gonna ask you to stay up her, then go downstairs and give Dad a blowjob, but there isn’t enough time before Mom gets back. By the way, have you sucked your Dad off yet?”
“No, not yet, but I think I’d like to. Maybe tonight when I get home. Unlike you, I don’t have to worry about my mother walking in. I can pleasure him any time I want.”
“When you do, try to swallow his cum. It takes a bit of getting used to the flavour at first, but then it starts to taste pretty good. The first time I sucked Dad off, I damned near choked on his spunk, but now I can swallow his entire load, and I’m beginning to really love it. I’m even learning how to deep-throat his cock right down to the base. When I can do that, he’ll be able to spurt his jism right down my throat and into my belly. God, I’m looking forward to that!”.
“Oh Michelle! When you finally learn how, you’ve just got to teach me! I’d love to taste my Dad’s cum! I know he’d love to see me swallow it all. Besides, I owe him, big time, for eating me out last night. Shit, you have no idea how awesome that feels.”
“Wanna bet? Dad’s even getting me to do 69 with him, and I love it. God, that man can lick and suck my slit so good! I just wish I could squirt my girl-cum for him. He says he just loves the taste of cunt juice.”
“My Dad too! He sais that when I came, I ‘drizzled’ my cum into his mouth, but I’m probably too young to be a squirter yet. Oh God, I sure hope I do become one though. Shit, I’d love to feel his tongue up my pussy as I fill his mouth with my juices! I wonder if there are exercises a girl can do to get her cunt to squirt?”
“About all I can think of is lots of finger-fucking and clit diddling. And even if it didn’t work, think of all the great orgasms you could give yourself. Oh Wow, I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month!”
“Yeah, but I’d rather come on my Dad’s cock than my own fingers. Unless I can get my fingers to fill me with jism, that is. Still wouldn’t be as good as having a hard cock in me, but guess that’s just the way it goes.”
Just then, Ben Moscrop knocked on the door and waited for Michelle to invite him in. After all, he didn’t want to interrupt her “girl time” with her best friend. God only knew what they were giggling and chattering about anyway.
“Come on in, Dad, the door’s open!” Michelle called to her father.
“Am I interrupting anything important?” he asked. The look of joy on his daughter’s face piqued his curiosity.
“What time is it, Dad? And when’s supper?”
“It’s just after five, and supper is as soon as you Mom gets home, which will be about six she said. Why?”
“Oh good!” his daughter bubbled. “That means I’ve got just enough time!”
“Umm, enough time for what?”
“Enough time to suck you off, silly! You have any idea how bad I want to taste your cock?”
“Michelle! What the f-f-f . . . the heck are you talking about?” Ben’s expression was one of complete horror. Not about his daughter wanting to give him a blowjob, but that she would say anything like that in front of someone else, especially one of her school chums, even if it was Patty McDermiad.
“Relax, Mr. Moscrop” Patty tried to assure him. “I know about you and Michelle, and I’m cool with it.” Turning to Michelle she queried, “Can I tell him about it? Is he cool too?”
“Sure, my dad’s about the easiest-going person on the planet” Michelle assured her.
“Well, to be honest, Mr. Moscrop, I pried your secret out of Michelle because I had to tell someone and she is my best friend, after all. So here goes. Just like you two, my Dad and I are lovers too. So when Michelle told me, it made me realize that I’m not the world’s most perverted teenager after all. And after listening to her . . . I mean your story, I’m beginning to feel a lot better about my Dad and me. I really needed to talk to someone outside our home, and Michelle was the only person I know, besides my Dad, that I could talk to. So if you and Michelle want some time alone, I’ll just go downstairs and watch TV. Is that okay? Are you alright with me knowing, because I promised Michelle that I’d never tell a soul, and I never will. That promise goes to you, too.”
Ben was speechless. The thought of being discovered had scared the shit out of him, but this shed a whole new light on things. Maybe he wasn’t the world’s worst pervert either. When he and his daughter made love, it was the most beautiful experience in the world in his eyes. If only he could open up to his wife and share his feelings towards Michelle with her . . . but that had about as much chance as successfully spitting upwind in a hurricane.
Michelle grabbed her Dad by his belt and pulled him closer. He didn’t know what to do, and just went along with his daughter’s orchestrations. When he was close enough for her to get her fingers on his zipper, she slid it down and fumbled with the button. Ben was still wavering between the prospect of a blowjob and denying their involvement, but his denial was losing badly.
“I’ll just slip downstairs and leave you two alone for a bit, okay?” Patty volunteered.
“Stick around. If Dad has no real objections, you might learn something here, like how to pleasure your man as much as he pleasured you. That okay by you, Dad?”
Ben just stood there in total shock as his daughter pulled his growing hard-on out of his pants and fondled it softly and gently. It was a little late to object now. She was licking his cockhead and sending the most amazing sensations up and down his shaft.
“Hmm, looks like one of those audio-visual things like they have at school, only more . . . intimate, don’t ya think?” Patty squeaked.
“Um-hmm” Michelle hummed as she engulfed her Dad’s cock with her lips.
