Chapter Seven: Defining Limits

Both girls had begun wearing sexier and more provocative clothing at home and in public, but I didn't worry much. Girls have been wearing shorter skirts, more revealing tops, tighter pants, etc., that their parents didn't know about since time began. If my teenage daughters began to push the envelope a little and dress sexier than they had been, that was alright with me. I doubted it would come back to haunt me.

I had "plausible deniability" as politicians are wont to say. I had it all planned out.

"Honest, officer, I had no idea they were wearing thongs and bikini panties or no panties under their mini-skirts...and how was I to know there were no bras under those cute little crop tops? I can't check their low-cut jeans every minute of the day, you know, to make sure they weren't actually being worn lower on the hips than they were when they left for school in the morning. How could I even know about things like that?"

Yeah, most of the words were all ready for delivery should the authorities question why the Peterson girls were blossoming out in new, more revealing clothing.

With fewer restrictions from Daddy about their clothing, my daughters applied the rules we'd already set for other things and bought clothes for different occasions. There were skirts and pants for school, the most modest category, but they were the least 'fun' for them to shop for.

Then there were other dresses, miniskirts and other apparel designed for wear at dinners out and other social occasions when they were out somewhere with Dad. These were a shade sexier and more revealing than school clothes.

Even more provocative were the outfits they bought for parties with their own crowd. Some of these were borderline risque‚ and, I'll admit it, occasionally a little beyond.

Then there was a final category: 'Party Hard!' These skirts, blouses and tops, etc., were worn for the sole purpose of getting approving looks from Daddy. When I admitted a weakness for teenage school girl outfits, they accumulated a supply of them and wore them both to school and our own special parties. The difference was they didn't wear no bras or panties and they unbuttoned more buttons on their blouses when they wore them for Daddy.

Panties? The day I let them know their debit cards had been replenished with lots of money to buy new wardrobes, they threw stacks of teenage girl plain cotton panties into the trash. They didn't need them anymore, they said. The silky-smooth bikini panties they'd been pestering me for all these years were now the only ones they'd wear, when they wore any....

They found out I liked thigh high stockings much better than pantyhose. I could fondle their little butts and steamy wet juicy pussies under their skirts if they wore thigh highs and no panties. The logic in that impressed them immediately. They amassed several drawers full of them, including some fishnet and sheer black ones for private occasions. And they began to accumulate an impressive collection of high heels.

All of these things were possible to buy from regular department stores. I simply made deposits into the girl’s' accounts and away they went on marathon shopping sprees. I'm sure the 'cool' places to shop were well known by all the girls at the school. They sure were by my two.

It was seldom necessary for Dad to help them find any piece of apparel. In fact, I stayed home more often than not while the girls rode with friends or took a taxi. I waited patiently for them to come home and show me what they bought.

One thing we couldn't get were the "Victoria's Secret" kind of things - the teddies and other sexy lingerie - in their sizes.

I know. There were those ads in the Abercrombie and Finch catalog a couple years back for girls sizes in things like thong panties and stuff, but those products were pulled. Just where one could get see-through panties and such things for the teenage set was a mystery we hadn't solved yet.❤

Chapter Eight: Interlude The Fourth

I was flat on my back on the deep shag carpet in the living room for a change. I liked lying on that carpet, it's a nice, restful position. Lying on the floor realigns the spine, they say and it's good for the heart. The heart doesn't have to work so hard if you're lying on your back, they say.

Lying on my back today wasn't giving my heart any rest at all, though I thought I definitely could feel my spine realigning itself several times a minute.

The room was warm and bright, the sun was shining in through the polarized picture windows that looked out over the front lawn and the street beyond. But, again, I wasn't getting the benefits of much sunlight...primarily because my two daughters were blocking considerable amounts of light, sitting as they were...one astride my groin with my cock buried deep in her cunt and the other on my face while I licked her pussy juices into a egg white delicious froth!

Mandy, she was the one squatting low over my mouth, was moaning softly while I lapped and licked her pussy slit from top to bottom, lathering her mons with saliva and her teenage girlie juices now flooding from her cunt onto my tongue. I changed my attack on her cunt. Curing my tongue at the tip, I fit it around the fleshy hood that covered her clit and tried to push it down to expose the tiny, pinhead sized bud. I wasn't going to be successful. There wasn't enough friction between tongue and prepuce. But it was a heck of a lot of fun trying, for both of us. She whimpered, shuddering, as I drove the full length of my tongue (well, as much of my tongue as I could poke out of my mouth) over the sensitive fold of flesh.

Lorrie was impaled to the hilt on my cock and was whipping her hips around in tight little circles to improve her, and her father's, enjoyment. My dick felt like it was in a Mixmaster as my cock head circulated around the walls of my beautiful daughter's cunt. Every so often Lorrie would combine a circle movement with a thrust so that my prick spiraled down inside her like a corkscrew which almost made me cum.

She liked that. And she knew her Daddy liked it too. It made me gasp aloud as my cock corkscrewed deep into her cunt. She loved hearing her father express his joy at the way she was making him feel. Just to change things up, she scooted her knees up alongside her father's hip bones so she had more control and began to sling her ass down and back up as fast as she could manage. It wasn't a position, or a motion that gave her much stimulation on her swollen clitoris, but it made her Daddy deliriously happy.

I was in seventh heaven. One daughter pounding my cock, the other dancing a lewd rhythm on my tongue as we all three worked toward a mutual climax. In the weeks since we'd first fucked, we'd become pretty good at gauging each other's progress toward a finish and had learned how to speed up or slow down our own so that we could cum at the same time. Right now, Mandy was getting awfully close, judging by the fact that she was pushing her pussy down on my mouth more urgently with every passing moment.

My nose mashed against her pubis, I made my tongue as stiff as I could and drove it up inside her, making sure to slide it over her clitoris. It was peeking out now from behind the hood that protected it and Mandy's sensitivity was increased tenfold. Squirming around on my face, she was doing everything she could to increase the depth to which my tongue plunged. I was having to use one hand to hold her hot young teenage mons venous away from my nose so that I would have some passage through which I could drag a little air. She rotated her hips around my tongue so that it rubbed against all the excited nerve endings at the front of her pussy.

I pushed my hips up a little, humping Lorrie's pussy. With her on top and controlling the action, I couldn't do much, but I shoved as much as I could inside her and as fast as I could manage. She responded by slipping her butt back down my body and began to rock back and forth in a hard and fast rhythm. She'd moved down my body to change the angle at which my cock entered her body. Here, it pressed more strongly against her clit. As she worked her hips back and forth, she could feel her climax building.

"DAAAAADEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Lorrie cried. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDERRRRRR!" I responded by pulling my feet up beneath my ass and lifting my hips off the floor. Using that as leverage, I began to shove my cock up into my teenage daughter for her and my incestuous pleasure. It was all I could do. The rest was up to her. She redoubled her efforts, throwing her hips forward and pulling back with wild abandon, she fought her way to a climax.

"EAT ME, DADDY!" Mandy yelled, joining her sister in the nasty talk we were all beginning to enjoy immensely. "Eat me, eat me, eat me, eat me, EAT ME!" she squealed. "Come on, you nasty old pervert, EAT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

And I did. Fitting my mouth over her pussy slit, I rammed as much of my tongue inside her as possible. Fastening my lips on her swollen hard clitty, I sucked hard at the little nubbin, slathering my mouth around to get as much contact between mouth and pussy as I could get. Her vagina began to pulsate. Her end was very near. Capturing her clit between my lips, I started humming, knowing the vibration from my vocal cords would be transmitted directly to the sensitive little organ.

Lorrie's pubic mound was slapping against my groin with a vulgar, wet sound. My dick was drilling her insides, rubbing against her cervix with each down stroke, the glans rubbing her clit when she pulled out. The sucking noises generated by a big cock sliding reluctantly from a small pussy almost overwhelmed me. I hadn't planned on cumming just yet, but I was getting close. I was closer than I thought actually.

"Fuck me, Daddy, " Lorrie whispered. She didn't have that much breath left over for talking dirty now. She began to slam her cunt down over my cock, grinding her pussy down on my groin as hard as she could. Abruptly, she went back to whipping her ass forward and back as fast as she could.

"DAAAAADEEEEE!" she shrieked. "DAAAAADEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

She froze with my cock deep inside her, brushing the entrance to her womb. I could feel her lower belly ripple as her pussy walls contracted and relaxed. My dick was held captive inside a hot, wet velvet glove that grasped me in a smooth vise. Her cunt milked the cum from my body whether I willed it or not. In seconds, my daughter had emptied me, sucking the milky white cream inside her. My hips slumped back to the floor. They had no more strength. Lorrie rose slightly, refitting me in her for more comfort and leaned back against my still raised thighs to recover.

Mandy, feeling me and her sister climax, held my head tight against her pussy lips and squirmed her hips around as she reached for her own orgasm. It wasn't long in coming, she'd been almost there for some time anyway.

Seconds after I shot a load of boiling hot Daddy-creamy cum inside Lorrie, Mandy began dumping her own cunt fluids into my mouth. I was drowning in my own teenage girl's cum juices, lapping them up as fast as I could, knowing all the while they were streaming down the sides of my mouth and cheeks.

I kept up the humming...she loved me to do that...and sucked harder at her clit. Mandy thrust her pussy hard against my mouth one last time and then began rotating her hips in tiny circles, maintaining only a slight contact with my tongue. She gasped every time a rotation of her hips brought my tongue back into contact with her clitty. Convulsively, she mashed her pubis against my nose and mouth. Groaning, she rubbed her cunt on my face, thrashed around for a few seconds, and was still.

Mandy leaned back, pulling off my face and resting her ass on my chest. While she bill and cooed like a dove, interspacing the sounds with deep sighs, I took the opportunity to look at my daughter's cunt. The blood engorged inner labia were still pulsating in time to slowly fading tremors from her vagina muscles. Fluid still dribbled from her pussy, dripping on my ribs and matting my chest hair. The channel beyond her pussy was wide open now, inviting me to plunge something deep inside her.

Mandy leaned back against her slowly recovering sister's reclining body. All three of us struggled to get enough air into our lungs. For a while there was only the sounds of deep breathing. We were in good aerobic condition though, after seven weeks of fucking and sucking. It didn't take too long to recover.

"Okay, " I said, wiping Mandy's remaining cunt juice off my face with my right hand. "Switch...Lorrie, you come up here and Mandy, you stuff my cock up inside you, okay?"

Lorrie giggled as she rose and stepped forward to stand over my head.

"You're gonna be sucking in some of your own cum, Daddy, " she reminded me mischievously.

"Don't care!" I replied. I smacked my lips. "That's a lot of Lorrie-cum in there too--some really good stuff, sugar puss."

Both girls snickered and giggled as they swapped places. Seconds later, the Peterson family was deep into another act of depraved, incestuous debauchery...their second that afternoon.

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