Chapter Eleven: Smoothies

They got to talking at the supper table about hair...or rather, the lack of it. A small bald spot already visible on the top rear of my scalp was used as an example. And an ABUNDANCE of hair, was mentioned in connection with my crotch.

"Hey!" I protested, momentarily nonplussed. Mandy and Lorrie looked at me expectantly, waiting for a snappy come back. I wished I had one.

Boy, would I have liked to fill in the silence.

Rolling their eyes, the girls turned back to their dinner plates.

I wasn't sure why forks couldn't be used for every mouthful of food, but it seemed that every four or five bites, the normal procession of eating had to be interrupted. Then, for some reason, a long strand of spaghetti, soaked with sauce, had to be picked up and dangled high above their mouths and carefully lowered down into their maws.

About the time it might have begun being irritating to their ol' Dad, I realized the process had a good many erotic qualities to it too. My objections died a quick death.

"Daddy, " commented Mandy, waving a heavily-laden fork, for once, in my direction, "you got to admit, you got a lot more hair down there than you need." I wasn't at all sure I did have to admit that, actually. I was a man. Men have hair.

"More than I need? Well, I'll admit I have hair, how about that?" I suggested as a compromise.

"Too much, " corrected Lorrie.

I sniffed.

"Lots more than you need, " Mandy added, reinforcing her point. I caught them glancing at each other and immediately smelled a rat. These two had something up their collective sleeves.

"Okay, out with it, " I ordered sternly. Like that would impress them. Their heads went down for several seconds as they stalled by rotating their forks around in the remaining pasta in their plates. "Come on, " I encouraged, dropping the sternness bull shit.

"Daddy, sometimes, it's not real fun to suck your cock 'cause some of your hair gets in our mouths and stuff." I'd grown used to my daughters using vulgar slang for various sex acts over the past couple of months. Heck, I encouraged them to use such language...in private, that is. In public, we talked like normal good little Daddies and daughters.

"Well, yeah, I can see that, " I answered. Now it was my turn to stall by scooping up a mass of spaghetti into my tablespoon and twirling a fork around in the middle until all the pasta was wound about the fork's tines. I swallowed and chewed reflectively.

"So how much do I gotta shave off?" I asked. I wasn't stupid. If they had set up this discussion, there was a point to it and it didn't take too much brains to see where things were heading. Both girls grinned. They were pretty smart too and they knew me well enough to be able to predict I'd get the idea before long.

"Well, " Mandy said, looking slyly at Lorie, "we think maybe just your dick and your nuts."

The afore mentioned nuts began an immediate retreat deep inside my body for protection against the expected appearance of a razor. Ever since that John Wayne Bobbitt thing, men have been a little queasy when sharp instruments and their private parts are thought of in close proximity. I know my lips compressed into a severe line because both daughters looked startled. Well, if I could have stopped biting my lips from inside, it wouldn't have looked so bad. It was just the thought of, well, you know.

"I, uh, " I started and stopped without any real idea in my head of how to proceed. Then I had an inspiration.

"Okay, listen, " I said. "Shaving doesn't get you much of anywhere because all the hair that gets cut off comes back, starting in a few hours sometimes."

The faces on both girls fell a little.

"But, " I added, "there have been mucho advances in hair removal techniques even since I was your age. And many techniques have become a lot more available than they were." I sat and thought for a moment. "Where's the phone book?" Lorrie was off her chair and scooting for the living room in a flash. She was back almost as quickly.

"Hmmmmmm, " I mused, looking for entries under electrolysis, but there weren't any. I had a vague memory of an article I'd read once. Oh! I remembered another term. Voila! That did it. There were six places offering laser hair removal listed in our city, one of them not very far from where we lived. I laid the big volume of yellow pages on the table. I began to recall more information from the article.

"Okay, girls. ..here's the way it goes. Hey! I made rhyme. Wheeeee!"

I didn't get even the smallest round of applause. Oh well.

"I will check in to this, okay? I read about it a long time ago when your mother, uh, mentioned it and I just saw something on it online. Supposedly, it's come a long way in just the past few years and they can remove large amounts of hair in a very short time. Sometimes you need a follow-up visit, but once the root of the hair is dead, the hair removal is permanent. It won't ever grow back."

The girls had expressions of concern on their face.

"Does it hurt, Daddy?" Mandy asked.

"I don't think very much, anyway, " I replied. "But we need to find out more about it."

"Okay, you can go ahead and do it, Daddy, " Lorrie assured me. "But if it hurts too much you have to quit, okay?"

I blinked. It was all I could do. Somehow in our world, things had gotten turned topsy-turvy. I was being given permission to do something they'd asked for. Ah, hell. I already knew it. One man is doomed when dealing with ONE female who has his balls in her hands...and with two females?

I shrugged my shoulders and just went with the flow.

"Thank you, dear daughter, " I countered. "I'm glad." We resumed eating for a while. Cold spaghetti isn't my favorite food. I took all three plates to the microwave and bombarded them until the spaghetti agreed to be hot again.

"It's the least I can do, ya know?" I added, at length. "You know I dearly love how smooth your little pussies and butts are. The least I can do is get smooth down there for you."

They smiled at their loving Daddy. Then Mandy dropped her fork on her plate with a clatter.

"Hey! That means we're going to do laser too, right? We won't have to be shaving and stuff when we start getting lots of hair either, right, Daddy?" Both girls were watching my face intently.

I'd wondered when they'd make the connection. "Uh-huh, " I replied, "for your pussies, legs, armpits, your upper lips--anywhere you don't want hair."

"Huh?" they answered. I knew the consternation was about the "upper lip" thing. They hadn't seen any Italian women yet.

"Just anywhere, " I repeated. "and, it'll be one hell of a lot easier for you because you can do it as each little hair comes in, instead of waiting until you've got a crotch full like me." Eyes rolled back into sockets, long suffering sighs escaped pink lips, and several forkfuls of pasta were consumed before they deigned to respond. "Want me to make some appointments for us this weekend?"

With that, dinner was unofficially over. They wanted to look up lots of information on the Internet and nothing would do except to get online right now. We made up for not eating the cold, gelatinous mounds of spaghetti with some apple pie and ice cream later that evening.

Chapter Twelve: Interlude The Sixth

"DAAAADEEEEEEEEEEEE! BRANDI'S MOM IS ON THE PHONE - SHE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU." I was in the next room but I'm certain some folks a couple counties over were now privy to the fact I had a phone call.

"Lorrie, " I scolded, "I don't have a hearing problem. All you had to do was--"

"I know, Daddy, " she said sweetly, "...just say it in a normal voice." She handed me the cordless phone's handset and got up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss on the cheek.

Nuts. I didn't have a chance. Both girls knew exactly how to wrap Daddy around their fingers. It was worse now, of course. The only thing either girl had to do to get her way was to point a pussy at me, and I'd cave in an instant.

In my defense, my deceased wife had learned the same procedure early in our marriage, and used it just as effectively. I was a pushover.

Before I could say anything she was gone, slipping into the hallway back to her room like a ghostly apparition. Well, it wasn't like I had anything new to say to her, I thought glumly.

"Hello, " I said into the mouthpiece.

"Hi, Mike..." responded Brandi's mother. I amused myself with a quick fantasy of having her standing without a stitch on, right in front of me, and using that soft, low voice she had. I knew nothing about her husband or their marriage. I wondered if she was a fanatic about her marriage vows.

"Hey! What's up?" I asked jovially. Mandy was at Brandi's home this afternoon, I knew, working on some kind of project for the football season's Homecoming.

"Well, these two girls are wondering how you feel about helping out with the printing of some posters for the Pep Squad's demonstration in Friday's gymnasium assembly. Mandy said you might be able to print up some signs on large poster boards down at your company's shop?" she asked. "I said I'd call you while they work on the wording and stuff."

"Sure, " I replied. "No problem!"

It was something I'd done before. The company wasn't technically mine anymore but that wasn't important. What was, was that we did have facilities for making large scale prints of darn near anything on some equipment we'd bought early on.

"And I'm glad you called, " I added. "I was just telling Mandy the other day that it had been a long time since we'd seen you and Brandi. How's everything going?"

There was a tiny pause before she responded. I wondered why, but the moment passed. We talked a while about the school our girls went to...and about this and that for a while--nothing at all important.

Lorrie wandered back into the room a few moments into the conversation. She was at loose ends with Mandy away and probably bored with whatever she'd been doing by herself.

I could tell. It was one of the few reasons why she would have turned off her 'music' and come out into the living room. She looked at me, surprised I was still on the phone. I didn't like long phone calls as a general rule, and then she grinned.

She looked me in the eyes and then down to my crotch, smiling a little smile of satisfaction. Looking out the big picture window, she went to the front door, opened it and reached out to twist the doggy head. Then she locked the door and checked the polarization controls for the window. Convinced we were alone and secure, she stepped in front of me as I paced around the room.

Stopping me in my tracks, she pulled my head down for another quick kiss on my cheek. It was only a ruse though. Nestled close on my right side, Lorrie deftly unbuttoned the pair of cargo shorts I was wearing and then unzipped them in one fast pull. My daughters had come a long way from that first night, months ago when neither had been particularly adept at getting my pants off. The cargo shorts were quickly around my ankles and I couldn't even grab for them. Her body blocked my right hand and I had the cordless land line phone set in my left.

Lorrie grabbed my cock in her right hand and began to slowly stroke the shaft with her soft hands. It was already hard. I'd not noticed how aroused I'd become listening to Laura's low, exciting voice and Lorrie took full advantage. Not that I was in the habit of fighting off my young daughters' advances, you understand.

Dropping to her knees in front of me, she made me lift each foot in turn so she could remove my shorts completely and then urged my legs apart by slapping at the insides of my thighs until they were spread far enough to suit her. With one hand never leaving my cock, she had me stark naked in our living room in just a few seconds from start to finish. Once the way was open, she scooted closer on her knees and straightened her body to the right height to take my cock in her mouth.

I was trying hard not to let any hint of what was happening reflect in my tone, but I was talking to a young woman whose voice had me more than half aroused from the beginning of the conversation. The degree of difficulty in keeping my words logical and not allowing any stress to creep into my voice. But it was really, really, uh, really hard.

Lorrie took her time. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around my shaft near its root, she use the other to work my foreskin down until the tip of my penis and a small circle of supersensitive flesh underneath was better exposed. With her other hand, she carefully pulled my foreskin back a little more until she could see it stretching.

Lowering her head, she slathered my cock head with saliva and licked all around to spread it equally. Fascinated with the evil pink slit at the tip of my cock, she tried to insert her tongue inside. She was defeated, it was far too narrow, but it sure felt great for her to try.

Pointing the end of my cock toward the ceiling, she licked the whole length of my cock from scrotum to tip. The little minx kept her eyes on mine the whole time and, to the extent she could, she was grinning at me the whole time.

Moving lower, she massaged the sac containing my testicles gently and then, separating them carefully, she took each testicle into her mouth for a wonderfully wet and warm bath. Finishing there, she moved my balls out of the way and slipped her tongue up and down my perineum. She massaged that sensitive little area between my anus and scrotum for what seemed forever. Actually my daughter was only two minutes into a blowjob and she had the cum rising to a boil inside me already.

Laura kept chatting on in my ear but it made little impression on me. I quickly lost track of what she was saying. Most of my contributions to the conversation were short words of agreement.

Lorrie came up for air and to inspect the progress of extracting my glans from its sheath of foreskin. She worked gently for a couple of moments and got the foreskin down and secured below the helmet's edge of my cock head. With the hypersensitive frenulum exposed, she went to work licking the underside of my cock from root to tip. Varying her assault on my self-control, she flicked her tongue around the head and lapped at the "V" shaped area there time after time.

Laura had asked me a question. I knew that, but I didn't have a clue what it had been and even less idea of how to answer. After a tiny, but very awkward pause, I tried to make a reasonable reply.

"Uhhhh, I'm sorry Laura, but I lost what you just said. There was a kind of blank silence for just a second. Do you have an incoming call maybe?"

It was brilliant, I thought. Put the onus on her. Yeah, that's it--it was her fault.

"Oh, " she said. "I don't think so." There was a short pause. I guessed she'd removed the phone from her ear and was looking at it. "Well, can you hear me okay now?" she asked.

"Yeah, I sure can, " I responded. I didn't think she could detect the little quiver in my voice as Lorrie skimmed her tongue up and down my shaft again. She was cupping my scrotum in her left hand and slowly working the testicles around that little sac. I was in heaven or hell. I wasn't sure which.

"Okay, " she continued, "what I was saying was Mandy is asking if Brandi can stay over there for the weekend and they can work together on the rest of this thing they're doing. Apparently they can't wait for her to get home to ask you, " she said, chuckling at something...probably at the expressions on the faces of two beautiful teenage girls I suspected were watching her closely.

I laughed too, but there was a little catch in my voice when Lorrie licked particularly vigorously just under the glans.

"Are you alright, Mike?" Laura inquired. Damn. She'd heard it, sure enough.

"Oh yeah, " I replied. Searching desperately for something, I pulled something from thin air.

"My dear, much loved, and very precious younger daughter is doing her darndest to tickle me into hysterics and she may have hit the phone set. I've been thinking there was a short in the thing before 'cause several times when I was on the phone the other day, things just didn't sound right, ya know? Probably that was what happened a little while ago too."

When I started talking about her, Lorrie stopped what she was doing and looked up at me in alarm. When she heard the ending, she sniffed derisively and returned to her oral attack on my cock.

"I guess that'll teach me, " I continued, "next time I'll wear a shirt in my own living room, huh?" There was a pause as Laura considered all this.

"Well, not on MY account, " Laura replied enigmatically.

I was left to wonder what that meant, not that I had much of a mind left to wonder with. Lorrie had risen on her haunches and taken the head of my cock in her mouth and her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked energetically. Her lips were tight around my shaft, making a near perfect vacuum in her mouth. I could see her cheeks hollow out when her head rose and bulge out again when my cock invaded my girl's mouth on the down stroke.

"Anyway, " Laura continued, "this weekend is okay?"

"Oh...sure, " I answered. "Heck, Brandi is always welcome, you know that. We're glad to have her."

"Okay, Mike, sounds good then. Well, I'll let you go. My dear husband is probably going to want dinner shortly and I don't have a thing in the fridge."

"You bet, " I replied, "I'll get a shirt on and come get Mandy. It's time we were getting something on the stove too." I was proud of myself...three whole sentences without my voice cracking even a little bit. It was taking a Herculean effort though. There wasn't a muscle from my groin up to my head that wasn't stressed tight as a drum.

"Oh, that's okay, " Laura said. "I've got to go to the supermarket and I can just swing by and drop her off on the way."

"Okay...you sure it's no bother?" I asked.

"Not at all, " she responded. "It'll take us a little while to gather everything up that they've been working on. Sooo, we'll see you in about twenty minutes?"

"Sure! Hey, I appreciate it." I got the words out in spite of dealing with the effects on my libido as I heard the obscene, slurping pop as Lorrie allowed my cock to escape from her sucking mouth. The little slut smiled sweetly up at me while she rested for a bit.

I just hoped Laura hadn't heard. "See you in a bit, " I said quickly. "Bye."

"Bye, " she agreed. I punched the button to break the connection and tossed the handset toward the couch.

"Twenty minutes, you wanton little hussy, " I told my youngest daughter. "They'll be over here in twenty minutes."

Lorrie didn't need any further urging. She captured my cock head with her lips and stuffed half my cock inside her hot wet mouth in one quick move.

I gasped at the sensations her tongue on the underside of my penis caused. I nearly doubled over, the pleasure was so very intense.

For the next few minutes, there was no talking in the Peterson household, only the slurping sounds of a couple having sex. That it was a father and daughter made the sex all that much more intense, society's taboo against family members fucking and sucking was always on our minds. It gave us a little extra, vulgar kind of pleasure to know we were flouting the sensibilities of most of the people in our city.

Lorrie's head was bobbing up and down on my cock in a fast paced rhythm designed to make me cum in minimum time. Every once in a while she would turn her head from side to side as my cock was pushing inside to let me see her cheeks bulge as my cock head pressed against them. She knew I loved watching and she loved for me to watch.

She paused for a moment, letting my cock slide slowly out of her mouth. Pre-cum was already flowing from the tip of my cock and a strand of the slimy liquid was strung from my cock head to her pink lips. She gathered it in with a forefinger, brought it in for a close inspection and then licked her forefinger clean.

"You like it when I suck you, Daddy?" she asked in her little girl's voice. Her tone of voice was so matter of fact, so innocent, that the words she spoke had an extra edge of nastiness to them.

"You know I do, sugar, " I replied. She grinned at me and wound her tongue around the rim of my glans, working hard on the underside to give me that little bit extra pleasure.

"You know why I like to suck your cock, Daddy?" she asked.

"Tell me, " I demanded.

"It's 'cause I like to have your cum in my mouth, Daddy, " she explained. "I like to taste it when it first comes out of your prick. It always tastes SOOOO good then, " she told me. There was a very serious look on her face. She worked on my cock in silence for a minute. She started smiling.

"You want to fuck my mouth, Daddy?" Lorrie asked. "You want to fuck your little girl's face and stick your cock down my throat?"

My cock jumped at the obscene questions, and jumped again at the look of carnal lust on my young daughter's face. I didn't know where she'd gotten the words, but I was going to make sure she had access to a lot more of them.

"Hell, yes!" I said. She took her hands off my cock, quit massaging my balls and braced her hands on my naked thighs.

"Fuck my mouth, Daddy!" she demanded.

I did.

Holding her head steady with both hands, I began to thrust inside my daughter’s mouth and into her throat. Both girls were getting better at taking more of the head of my cock deep inside their pretty lips.

Lorrie pushed her tongue out as far as she could, freeing up a little extra room at the back of her mouth and I used the extra space to slide my dick down her soft throat. Her tongue rasped at the underside of my penis while I slide my shaft along it. I felt my cock head bump the back of her mouth and then find the slick, slimy tunnel of her throat. I plunged a little deeper. She did a half swallow and my cock penetrated a fraction of an inch further.

I drove my cock in and out of my daughter's mouth, plowing it deeper with each stroke. I tried to be gentle at first, but it wasn't possible or even desirable, really. My darling daughter had given me permission to ravish her mouth and throat, and that was precisely what I was going to do.

I finally felt my cock head slip into her throat, well past the point where any gag reflex was supposed to kick in. My girl's nose was pressed tightly against my lower abdomen now, she was breathing air filtered through my pubic hair. I could see her eyes, bright with impish glee at what she had managed for her father.

I pulled out, stopping with the head just inside, lying on her tongue. Then I plowed back in with a strong, driving thrust. I withdrew, and rammed forward again. My haunches were clinched tight, the muscles in my abdomen were stretched tight as steel cables and my legs were trembling as they coped with the strain of keeping my body balanced and upright.

I could feel my scrotum draw up. My balls swelled, then contracted, sending a river of sperm along canals that themselves began to constrict in peristaltic waves, pushing my cum on. Then it was time. Liquid fire was flooding through my cock, about to spew out the end.

Yanking my cock from between my daughter's lips, I pinched off the flow for a tiny space of time.

"Lorrie, " I said thickly, barely able to talk, "here it comes, baby." She nodded her understanding and put her hand in place of mine on my shaft to stroke my cum out. Tilting her head back slightly, she opened her mouth and made a wide oval of her lips. At the same time, she aimed the head of my cock inside her mouth.. I was helpless. The lewd sight of my daughter making sure my cum would splash inside her mouth so she could taste me...it was fuckin' incredible.

The first spurt must have hit the roof of her mouth near the back. She felt it, reacting with a little jolt. She adjusted her position in time for the second jet of her father's creamy cum, taking this one on her tongue. I watched her quickly press her tongue against the top of her mouth, spreading the pale white cream all around. My hips jerked a third time, announcing the arrival of some more cum, this one more of a surge than an eruption. Lorrie took this one, and the one that followed on her extended tongue.

She gathered the slimy fluid and curled her tongue to take it inside. She played with all the cum she had collected for a minute, then happily swallowed it down. Eyeing the slit at the tip of my cock, she stroked my dick, squeezing out a couple drops more and lapped them up from the end of my cock. Wrapping her lips around my cock one last time, she licked me clean. Sitting back on her heels, she contemplated the expression on my face.

"Did I do good, Daddy?" she asked sweetly. Like she didn't already know.

"You damn sure did, Lorrie baby, " I replied. "You are one hell of a cocksucker, sweetheart." I delivered the compliment with feeling. She deserved it. She smiled her appreciation.

"And now, we both need a shower, quick!" I added. A gooey mass of saliva and cum was dripping down Lorrie's chin onto her t-shirt. If we were to keep our sexual activities from Laura and whoever she brought with her, both of us needed to get cleaned up fast.

I lost the race to the shower, but not by much. As it happened, I didn't get time to put on a shirt as I'd told Laura I would.

She didn't appear to be too terribly sad about my failing.