Chapter Three: Interlude The First

Once we started having sex, my two teenage daughters and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were worse than any pair of newlyweds ever had been, and the fact that there were three of us only made every contact that much more erotically intense. During the day, we all spent a lot of time imagining new and different couplings we could try and then tried them out in the evenings and on weekends. Much of our lives came to be centered around sex, sex, and more sex. It was a wonderful time in all our lives...and there were worse things about which to center one's life.

We'd been having sex with each other for a little more than a month when I came in from work one day just after four o'clock. I'd begun to take off a little earlier each week since the sale of my company to a computer corporation giant anyway, and now I had even more reason to leave early. The new buyers wanted me around only as a consultant to help ease the transition to the new management and that didn't involve regular work hours for me.

It was getting so I needed to spend just an hour or so in the office per day and I was beginning to seriously plan the next startup company I had an idea for. Actually, I had a bunch of ideas that would make me, and my girls, a lot more money but I'd put them aside until I had the funds available to get them off the ground. There were more than enough financial assets now, and I was only twenty-eight. I had my whole life ahead of me. I could start ten companies if I wanted to.

Anyway, I got home early and walked in the front door eagerly anticipating doing something naughty with one or both of my daughters. I knew Mandy or Lorrie was home and, more importantly, home alone because the stopper shaped like a barking dog's head on a big earthenware jug on our front porch was facing away from the door. That was our private signal that the girls had no visitors this afternoon. If the dog's head was watching our door, it would have been watching visitors.

"ANYONE HOME?" I called out as I closed the front door and locked it. That was another signal to each of us, just in case one of us forgot to turn the doggie around. If the door was locked, something was going on inside that had to be kept hidden. There was silence for a split second and then some odd tapping sounds from the kitchen.

"Just me, Daddy, " Mandy replied. The tapping noises stopped. I dropped my briefcase in the closet just off the foyer and loosened my tie.

Walking into the kitchen, I was astounded to find my daughter standing at the counter, facing out the kitchen window and washing some dishes in the sink. She was wearing a little pink crop top with thin straps that left her shoulders nearly bare. It DID leave her midriff and lower back exposed. I knew that the material ended just a couple of inches below the lower swell of her small titties though I couldn't see the front of her body. For the last month, she'd left off her bra in favor of further titillating Daddy.

It worked splendidly, I might add--titillating Daddy, that is.

She was also wearing a pair of black, patent leather spike heels...and not one other damn thing. My teenage daughter was naked from the waist down, her long slender legs completely revealed from the beautifully rounded globes of her butt cheeks down to her hot-pink painted toenails. The high heels she wore gave shape to her calves, making them even more curvaceous than when she was in flats. Her slim thighs were smoothly sculptured, lightly tanned columns of sensuous delight. The skin, I knew, was like silk to the touch. My mouth was dry as I contemplated the display of young girlie flesh in front of me.

The heels must have been five inches high, raising my daughter's height to five feet, plus a little more, perhaps. The tapping sounds had been the heels clicking on the tile floor as she got into the pose she'd decided upon for her father's entry into the kitchen.

"Hi, Daddy, " she said, throwing the salutation over her shoulder as she pretended to wash a plate in the soapy water. When I first caught sight of her, her posture had been a little tight, her feet only a couple of inches apart. Now she shifted her weight and moved her left foot six inches or so to the side. The motion made her nude ass cheeks flex deliciously and somehow she managed to make her hips sway from one side to the other in the process.

"Sonuva..., " I breathed. My beautiful daughter was an absolute vision in eroticism. My dick sprang to life from near dormancy. It was instantly hard and ready for action. Tearing off my tie, I ripped my shirt off--literally. Buttons flew everywhere and I kicked my shoes into the corner. "Where'd you get those heels?" I asked irrelevantly. I really didn't care. The question had just flitted through my mind and I had no control over my mouth just then.

"From Brandi, " Mandy said.

Her reply was detached as my inquiry. I barely heard it. It occurred to me in passing to wonder exactly how Brandi had acquired the impossibly high heels. It's not like there were any stores out there selling that kind of stuff to children. But the thought passed out of my mind before I could act on it.

Mandy turned her head to look over her shoulder when she heard the sounds of splitting cloth. The look on her face told me this was exactly what she'd intended. She smiled in the way women have been smiling at their conquests for thousands of millennia.

"Young lady, " I said. "Your cunt had better already be wet and ready for some hot Daddy-fucking, or you're in big trouble!" The smile broadened.

"Why, Daddy?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at me. But it was just conversation. As she spoke, she was already turning around to face the window again and dropping her forearms to the edge of the sink. She pillowed her forehead on her forearms and spread her feet another few inches apart while arching her back and pushing her ass out at me. She wiggled her ass invitingly.

"You see something you like, Daddy?" she asked in a muffled, coquettish juicy teenage-girl voice. The question was completely unnecessary and she knew it. I don't remember getting my pants and underwear off but they were gone by the time I'd made three quick strides to come up directly behind Mandy.

I reached underneath her to finger her naked mound and assure myself her juices were already flowing hot and steamy. She'd probably been playing with her pussy, with fingers or toys, for quite a while since getting out of school. She was more than ready for Daddy's big, hard cock, so she got it, fast and hard.

We'd had considerable romantic sex in the past month with plenty of foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation and slow build up before I actually penetrated her cunt. This time, it was just pure, happy-go-lucky sex with no pretensions of anything else.

I grabbed my cock in my right hand, bent my knees slightly, and guided it to Mandy's sopping wet slit. I pushed inside with a pause. I didn't exactly shove it in to the hilt, she wasn't big enough yet for that degree of roughness, but I thrust most of my penis inside her in one long driving plunge. They say when a girl is a teenager, nature has prepared her to take her father's dick inside her vagina. I don't know if that's true, but MANDY was certainly ready for it.

Mandy grunted as her body worked to accommodate the thick cock driving remorselessly into her. I'd no sooner gotten most of my prick inside her vagina than she began to rotate her ass in a tight little circle. After a couple of circles in one direction, she stopped and went the other way and then back again. I dropped my hands to her hips and held on for dear life.

My dick felt like it had been caught in a slick, hot, very tight concrete mixer. The exquisite sensations of having my cock squeezed so tightly in a young juicy cunt nearly made me cum right there but somehow I managed to hold off. Powering in and withdrawing slowly in a steady rhythm, I let her sling her ass around any way she wanted. Every time I rammed my hips forward, she gave out a low moan or grunt as my pole rubbed against sensitive nerve endings inside her.

I reached under my daughter and rubbed at the little clit hidden behind her prepuce. Considering the violence of our coupling, there was no way I could tease her clitoris out into the open. She was tremendously excited and the little nubbin retreated behind its protecting fold of flesh. So I didn't try. I just took clit and hood between my fingers and massaged it as best as I could under the circumstances.

Since I was fucking her from behind, that was the only thing I could do to stimulate that tiny organ, but she obviously liked it. She gasped as the sensations flowed up from her clit, adding to her intense pleasure. Our height difference and the rear-entry position made it more than possible, though, for my cock head to rub against my daughter's G-spot

My uncut dick head must have been stroking her G-spot pretty darn well because after only a couple of minutes of fucking, she stopped whipping her hips around and began to thrust back at me as wildly as I was shoving into her. Mandy was now arching her back and rocking her hips fore and back as fast as she could.

The rhythm built faster and faster until we were both having trouble breathing. The tension in our bodies built, and built again. Our faces flushed under the dual stresses of hard exercise and the ever present stress of knowing every second of this hot, steamy father-daughter fucking was taboo.

I reached under Mandy with my other hand, feeling for her small breasts. I was frustrated in my desire to cup my palm around one of those wonderful half globes. My hand kept getting caught in the folds of her crop top t-shirt. Irritated and unable to consider any alternative in my present state, I caught the neckline in front and ripped the thing apart from top to bottom in one convulsive move.

Now I could reach her small titties and I took one in each hand. Not that they were a handful, they were barely the size of a good-sized lemon on the half shell, but they were beautifully shaped, soft and firm at the same time...and incredibly sensitive. Even as beautiful and sexy as she was, her bent-over posture made them hang down a tiny bit more than they protruded from her chest when she was upright. Distractedly, I wished I had a picture of them. Dipping my fingers in the flow of juices from her snatch, I took her nipples with both hands and gently twirled them in opposite directions. I was rewarded with a groan of pleasure.

"Daaaaadddddy, " she moaned. Her head came up from her forearms as she strained to get more of her own father's penis inside her vagina. If he pushed through her cervix ring right into her uterus, she wouldn't have minded at all at that moment. This was her father, and she wanted to fuck him forever.

"Daaaaa-deeeeee! Daaaaad-eeeeee! DAAAAAD-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she wailed.

I was almost at the end of my endurance myself. The violence of our exertions dictated a quick end to the fuck, simply because we couldn't sustain it for much longer. My groin tightened; the tension was almost too much to bear.

I plunged my cock into my daughter's juicy snatch at an ever increasing pace, imagining in my mind's eye that my hips were no more than a blur as I strove to cum. I could feel the tightening in my balls as the fluid was pumped upward. I felt the muscles in my groin and lower abdomen nearly cramp as the semen was channeled into the tubes inside my penis. Thick, liquid heat was propelled down the length of my cock as I pushed into my daughter one final time.

Her father's milky white fluid splashed inside her, spurting out the slit in my cock head and onto the walls of her vagina. Some of my seed inevitably seeped inside her uterus but it didn't matter. My daughter hadn't had her first shot yet. The swimming baby makers would find no safe haven. Not that either of us cared at that moment.

While I had been preoccupied with my own climax, Mandy's own orgasm had come along until she was beside herself with the need for completion. Her legs splayed wide as she balanced on the unfamiliar high heels, she whipped her ass back at me as I thrust inside her cunt.

She rode me hard, adjusting her stance to make the cock inside her rub those especially sensitive places. When my hot cum spurted into her, she screamed out her need for a release, pushing back hard and rotating her hips one last time.

She jolted to a stop, her body freezing in place with the intensity of the ecstasy. Unable to consciously move even one of her limbs, she felt her tummy muscles contracting in time with the ripples spreading through her cunt. Her leg muscles spasmed, jerking uncontrollably and she avoided falling only because she was held in place by the cock nailing her in place.

The intense sensations emanating from her vagina slowed, lessened, and finally gave up their lock on her body. My teenage daughter drew in as much air as she could, almost gasping in her need for oxygen to fill overworked lungs. Her heart rate steadied, then began to decline slowly.

"WOW!!" she breathed.

She picked up her head, seeing only the kitchen sink with the "dirty" plates, props for the show she'd arranged for her father's arrival home. Moving slowly, she raised her head above the window sill and looked out at the big back yard without really seeing it. She had no time for the mundane. She'd just received the fuck of her life from her very own father. So nasty, so indecent, vulgar, obscene, and taboo, and very, very satisfying.

"Yeah, wow, " I replied as Mandy straightened her back to look out the window.

As she rose, the angle of her pussy changed making it less and less possible for my penis to stay inside her. When she stood nearly erect, my softening dick slipped out of her with an audible wet plop. We both heard it and chuckled wearily.

My daughter’s legs gave way and she sat down on the tiles, holding on to the sink so that it wasn't technically a fall. She swiveled around and leaned back against the counter to work on her breathing. So did I. We sat in a puddle of teenage-girl pussy cream and Daddy-cum juices, grinning insanely at each other.

"Where did you say Brandi got those high heels?" I asked. I'd remembered that I had wanted to ask earlier.

Mandy giggled. "I dunno, but she had them and told me I could try them out if I wanted, " she replied. "Maybe she got them from her mother."

I arched my eyebrows and nodded my head, accepting the incomplete thought that the heels were Brandi's mother's. I didn't think Brandi's mother had feet THAT small. But I didn't care. They'd given me one hell of a great afternoon.

I resolved to see if I couldn't find Mandy and Lorrie both their own spike heels. An image of my daughters walking around in a pair of slimmer, and even higher, stiletto heels raced through my mind. My penis stirred half-heartedly but I stifled the image. I was just too tired.

"Call Brandi!" I told Mandy peremptorily. "If you girls can get a pair...or maybe more than just one pair? I want you to have them, " I said with feeling."

Mandy nodded and got up to retrieve her smartphone. She sat back down wearily beside me.

Just then, Lorrie walked in the kitchen door. Seeing her father and older sister sitting in the middle of the floor with a pool of aromatic liquid all around them, she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hey! Are you guys okay?" she asked anxiously. She was little miffed when her only response was a shining grin on both faces.

"Where? What mall...okay, now tell me WHICH mall!" Mandy said, speaking into the phone.

"Okay, thanks, Brandi. Thanks a bunch! See ya at school...." She snapped her smartphone closed. She looked around at me.

"They were Brandi's, " she said brightly. "We've been to the right store before, " she remarked. She looked at me with anticipation on her face.

"Hey!" I said to no one in particular. "Anyone up for a shower and a quick trip to the mall?" It was a rhetorical question. Neither of my children ever turned down a trip to a place with lots and lots of stores.

"What for, Daddy?" Lorrie asked.

" 'Cause you two young ladies need some nice new sexy spike high heels, " I answered with feeling. "And I owe Mandy a new crop top."

Lorrie glanced at the high heels Mandy had on, grabbed the bottom of her baby tee and yanked it over her head. Without a word, she whirled around and jogged for the stairs and our spacious shower. Mandy I were only a step or two behind.❤