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Brooke, Kayla and Me (f/f, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)

Moral outrage is jealousy with a halo. -- H.G. Wells

"Dad?"

I looked up. "What sweetie?"

"I need to ask you a question."

I put my book down and patted the couch next to me. "Sure. What is it?"

Brooke flopped down on the couch next to me. I could tell from the look 
on her face that this was important. What I didn't know was whether it 
was really important or just teen important. At sixteen, there were 
things that were really important to Brooke. But whether or not Jason 
was dating Jennifer didn't really matter much to me.

I looked at her as she turned her face up to me. Because I was trying to 
read her, I really looked at her face. I was struck by how much she 
looked like her Mother at the same age. The same blue eyes set in a face 
of pale alabaster skin. The same dark hair framing her face. Brooke's 
hair was cut short and her mother had worn her hair long but otherwise 
she was a mirror of her mother at the same age. It made my heart ache.

It had been two years since her mother had run off. She had been taking 
some evening classes at the local college when she met him - Brian 
Stone. To this day I don't know any more about him than that. One 
evening I came home to a note. Her closets were empty and she was gone. 
It took six months and a private detective to find an address to serve 
the divorce papers. She never answered.

Looking at Brooke I felt the pain again. I had never fallen out of love 
with her mother. For a moment I imagined that Brooke was she - the same 
eyes, the same lips, the same hair. I imagined myself leaning forward 
and kissing those lips that I missed so much.

"Dad. I need to ask you something serious." Her words snapped me back to 
reality. I nodded. "Well, Kayla and me did something." She started to 
worry the hem of robe with her fingers.

"Okay. What did you do?"

She wrestled with whatever it was, almost speaking and then stopping. 
Finally, looking almost panic stricken she blurted out. "I think I'm a 
lesbian.

I was stunned. She had always been like other girls. She had crushes on 
the same boy singers like the other girls. She had a poster in her room 
of Leonardo DiCaprio that she was now dismissing as 'childish.' She had 
crushes on several boys that I knew about. It couldn't be.

I try to be as liberal as the next guy. I mean, I have friends, well, 
acquaintances who are gay. It's never bothered me. But I didn't want my 
daughter to be like that. I wanted her to be normal. You know what I mean.

"Why do you think you are a lesbian?"

"You're not mad are you?" she asked, her voice quavering.

"What? No, of course not. I'm just surprised. I mean, you've had crushes 
on boys."

"Yeah I know. God, I still think Brandon in my algebra class is an 
absolute hunk. But..."

"Why then?"

She worried her hem some more and with her eyes downcast answered. 
"Well, like I said. Me and Kayla did something."

"Yes?"

Haltingly she started talking, "Well, neither of us has had a real 
boyfriend. So we haven't ever done stuff. Kayla and me were talking 
about stuff we might do with a boy. You know stuff." I nodded again. 
"Well, we didn't really know how to. So Kayla said maybe we should 
practice with each other. I said okay. So Kayla and me kissed some. She 
pretended to be a boy. It was strange to be kissing her at first. But 
pretty soon I kind of forgot she was a girl. Then she Frenched me. That 
was okay too. But then she put her hand on me..." Brooke halted. I kept 
my face impassive as I nodded for her to continue. "I didn't stop her 
and pretty soon she was feeling me and it felt real good. I started to 
get all tingly. That's when her mom knocked on the door. God, I was so 
embarrassed. But her mom didn't seem to notice anything."

"That's it?" I asked.

"That's it? Dad. I liked it. I must be queer," she said plaintively.

I laughed. "Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie. You are just normal that's all. 
Most teens do some experimenting like that."

"Did you ever kiss a boy?"

"Well, no..."

"Dad. You are blushing. You are. Did you kiss a boy?"

"No. I was thinking of something else." I said.

"What? Dad! I told you. Please. I've got to know that I'm not queer."

Marvelous, I thought. Here's the pan. There's the fire. Where do I want 
to be? "Yes I did some experimenting when I was your age. But boys are 
different. We didn't care as much about how to kiss."

"What did you do?"

"We used to do a circle jerk."

"A what?"

"A circle jerk." Brooke looked confused. "We'd all sit in a circle and 
take out our penises. Then you would use your right hand to jerk the guy 
next to you. We'd try to see who could make the other guy go off first."

Brooke's eyes got wide as I explained. Then she started to giggle. She 
put her hand over her mouth and her giggles got louder. Soon she was in 
paroxysms of laughter. She laughed so hard she fell off the couch and 
rolled on the floor. I, of course, had to sit in embarrassed silence 
watching her peals of laughter at my expense. Finally she slowed down 
and sat on the floor looking up at me. Stifling giggles she asked, "Did 
you really do that?"

"Yes. We really did. Now, if you can quit laughing at your poor old man 
can we continue with your question?"

"Sorry Dad. But God. That is just so dorky. A bunch of guys sitting in a 
circle jerking each other off."

Maintaining my composure with some difficulty I went on. "I only told 
you that so you would see that it is normal to experiment. That's all. 
If you like boys you aren't a lesbian."

Brooke nodded her head. "Thanks Dad. I was just feeling like totally 
confused."

"One more thing. Do we need to talk about prophylactics?"

"God," she said rolling her eyes as only a teenager can do. "Like do you 
think I don't know anything? We learned all about that in Sex-ed. I 
totally know about that."

'Totally,' I said to myself. She totally knows everything. "Good. I'd 
rather have you ask me to buy them for you than wind up dead." Again the 
eye roll. "Brooke. I am totally serious about that."

"I know. I'm not going to do anything like that Dad. Really."

"But you do like boys? So maybe they'll want to do something like that." 
I asked.

"Yeah. But they are too stupid. I mean, some guys can't even look at 
your face when they talk to you. They are just like all into sex. Okay, 
like sometimes I think about what it would be like. But I don't love any 
guys right now. I want my first time to be with somebody I trust."

Whew. I was feeling a lot better. I hoped she was as well. "Are you 
feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah. Thanks." She jumped up from the floor and jumped into my lap. She 
kissed my cheek and bounced off my lap. "Dad. Thank you for not getting 
all, you know, like a Dad about this. I was scared you would get weird 
or something."

"Yeah. I'll try not to get weird like a Dad. Brooke, you can always talk 
to me about anything. Always. Okay?"

"Yeah. I know." She looked thoughtful for a moment and then like the sun 
coming from behind a cloud her face lit up. "I'm glad I'm not a lezzy. 
I'm going to take my shower." She headed for the hallway saying, "Night, 
Dad," over her shoulder.

"Night, sweetie." I tried to return to my book, but the words on the 
page just didn't register in my mind. I thought about Brooke and Kayla 
kissing. Kayla touching Brooke. Kayla was quite a hottie, long brunette 
hair, a very pretty face, and a slim elegant body that I had admired in 
a bikini one day. 'Quit it!' My mind screamed, 'You pervert. Quit 
thinking about girls your daughter's age.' But the images were still 
there. I went to the den and poured myself a generous snifter of cognac. 
I turned on Sports Center and downed the cognac. At least sports could 
keep me occupied. An hour later I trundled off to bed, the cognac bottle 
significantly lighter.

A month had gone by and Brooke appeared to be her usual self. She still 
went over to Kayla's and Kayla came over to our house. The first time 
Kayla appeared it was difficult not to undress her with my eyes. The 
images returned in glorious Panascope vision as she walked down the hall 
to Brooke's room. My eyes were glued to her little butt, snuggled into 
her tight jeans. I admit to sneaking by Brooke's room several times and 
listening for any unusual sounds. I poked my head in the door once and 
they were sitting on the floor looking at some fashion magazines. Maybe 
the experimenting had stopped. I quit worrying.

That night at dinner Brooke had been playing with her food, hardly 
eating. "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I need to talk."

My mind immediately went into overdrive. The last conversation which 
started like this was a doozy. "What is it sweetie?"

"You need you to promise not to get mad." She said looking at me intently.

"I promise."

"Also, you have to promise not to ever tell anyone what we talk about." 
I nodded. "Dad, I'm real serious."

"Brooke. I have always held your confidences. I'm not going to start 
betraying them now. Now what is so serious?"

"Well, remember about me and Kayla?" she started.

"Yes."

"We did other things," she said very quietly looking down at her plate.

"Brooke." She looked up at me. "You want to know something? If you are 
ashamed of what you are doing you shouldn't be doing it."

"I'm not ashamed." she answered me directly.

"Then just ask me what you need to."

"Dad, I don't want you to hate me or think I'm bad."

I reached over and patted her arm. Smiling I told her, "Brooke, I will 
never hate you. I may think you did something bad but I will never think 
you are bad. I love you like a daughter. Okay?"

She laughed and nodded. "Thanks. Kayla and me did some other things. 
More than just touching and kissing on the mouth." My mind started 
running amok imagining what these other things were. Brooke and Kayla 
nude and in a sixty-nine. My mind focused on Kayla, how she would look 
without clothes. Her tongue buried in Brooke's pussy. In nanoseconds the 
hormones were pouring into my bloodstream. My whole body started to tingle.

"Let me guess. You made love," I said.

"Yeah." Immediately a stirring started in my groin. I shifted as Brooke 
continued. "We did that a couple times. So one night Kayla told me she 
had done it with her mom."

"What?" I sputtered.

"You said you weren't going to get mad."

"Shit Brooke. I'm not mad. I just can't believe it. Kayla and Kathy? 
That's incest."

"So?" she asked.

I was stunned. I had never thought that I would have to justify why 
incest is wrong. It just is.

Brooke smiled at me. "You should see the look on your face. Dad, incest 
has always been wrong because of inbreeding, right?" I nodded. "Well, 
none of us can get pregnant. So what is the problem?" I just looked at 
her unable to form coherent or logical thoughts. "See?" she said. "No 
chance of pregnancy, it doesn't really break the taboo."

"Jesus, Brooke. There are some other issues. Like taking advantage of a 
position of trust. Did Kathy tell you this?"

"No. Me and Kayla talked about it after she told me. I was like, no way 
when she told me. But she told me why it was okay. It's not hurting 
anybody. Both of them like it. Kathy is NOT taking advantage of Kayla. 
It might be the other way around from what Kayla has told me. So what 
business is it of anybody else?"

"So Kayla and Kathy also do..." my voice trailed off.

"They make love Dad. They do it. And me and Kathy did it too. She showed 
me some really cool things. She is really good."

My head was still spinning. I was trying to hold onto something in this 
mental whirlwind. "So Kathy is a lesbian?"

"No. I'm glad you told me it was okay to do it with Kayla." Jesus Christ 
I thought. That's not exactly what I meant. Brooke continued, "Anyway, 
Kathy really likes men best. She says if she could take a man to bed or 
a woman she'd take the man. But she doesn't have one right now. She 
really worries about Kayla seeing guys our age because of pregnancy and 
AIDS. It's just a way to make each other feel good until a the right guy 
comes along."

My mind was racing trying to put all this together and I almost missed 
the next thing Brooke said. "We were talking about getting pregnant and 
I told Kayla you had the operation. Kathy said you'd be perfect for a 
first time. You know safe."

"You told them I had a vasectomy?"

Brooke continued to rush along like she was talking about the latest 
movie, not about having sex with her best friend. "Sure. I mean, I 
wouldn't tell just anybody. But Kayla and Kathy are cool with stuff. I 
told them about the time I came into your room while you were watching 
that movie."

I just looked at Brooke. A few months before I had been watching a 
soft-core movie in my room. I usually locked the door but had forgotten 
this night. I didn't hear the door open even with the sound low so it 
wouldn't be heard outside my room. Brooke saw me lying in my bed, my 
erection in my hand as I slowly stroked it. I heard an intake of breath 
and turned to see her staring wide-eyed at my cock. That's the fastest 
I've moved in a long time; turning off the remote, jumping out of bed 
and putting on my robe. I turned to Brooke and felt my face burning 
furiously.

Brooke took her eyes off the front of my robe and said, "I'm sorry. I 
didn't know." She turned and quickly left closing the door behind her.

I sat on the bed waiting for my erection to completely subside and 
trying to work up the courage to face her. Finally, I opened the door to 
see the rest of the house dark. I went down the hall to her room. There 
was no light coming from under her door. I listened at her door and 
heard moans coming from her room. I went back to my room and closed the 
door. Sleep came with difficulty. Neither of us had mentioned the 
incident until tonight.

"Brooke, about that night."

"It's cool Dad. I know guys do that. I was just surprised. I guess I 
never thought about you like that. You know, I mean, having sex or 
anything."

"I went down to your room afterwards to talk with you."

"You did?" she asked.

"I guess guys aren't the only ones," I said.

"Oh GOD! You heard me?"

"I didn't try to spy. I was just trying to see if you were awake so I 
could talk to you. I guess the movie was something huh?" I said.

"Yeah," she said. "The movie."

Her tone of voice made me realize it wasn't the movie that had turned 
Brooke on. Just as I went back to my room and finished what I had 
started I didn't need to turn on the movie. I got an empty feeling in 
the pit of my stomach. Too many things were whirling in my head. The 
movie, Kayla, Brooke, Kathy and then Brooke defending incest and my own 
suppressed feelings that I desperately knew I had to keep suppressed. I 
knew I had to quit thinking these thoughts. They were leading down a 
path I shouldn't follow. Deep inside me a voice was shouting 'Danger!' 
If I didn't stop now I might not be able to stop.

Changing the subject I said, "Brooke, Kathy shouldn't be making love to 
you or Kayla. She's too old."

"God Dad. She's not too old. In fact she's great in bed. She is really 
in great shape."

I hesitated looking for a way to get this back on track. "I don't mean 
that she's too old to make love..."

Brooke jumped in as I took a breath. "Exactly. You're the same age as 
Kathy anyway and I know you're not too old." I started to get flustered 
as I remembered what she was referring too. "And Kathy says that you'd 
be perfect for a girl's first time." She looked at me intently. "...like 
Kayla maybe."

The images of Kayla flooded my mind again. If she wanted me it wouldn't 
be like I'd be seducing some unknowing girl. And she was already making 
love... NO. I had to get that image out of my mind. "Let's talk about 
Kathy."

"Dad, I think you should talk with her. Why don't you have her over for 
dinner Saturday? Kayla and I could stay over at her place and that way 
you and Kathy could, you know, work it out. I promise that I'll go with 
whatever you agree to."

My mind was running on separate paths, concern for Brooke, infatuation 
with Kayla, a desire to keep Kathy away from Brooke and a desire to find 
out why she thought I would be a good lover for Kayla. The second track 
of thoughts I kept forcing from my mind. They were bad thoughts. I 
wasn't really having them. I should have just forbidden Brooke from ever 
seeing Kathy again. But I didn't. Instead I convinced myself that I 
should set Kathy straight. It would be the right thing to do.

"Yes, sweetie. That's a good idea. I should talk with Kathy."

Brooke smiled a knowing smile that I didn't really recognize. "Cool. 
I'll tell Kathy she's having dinner here Saturday." Brooke pushed her 
plate to the center of the table and jumped up. She came around and 
threw her arms around my neck. "Thanks, Dad. I know this is going to be 
great." She kissed me on the forehead and then paused. I thought she was 
going to kiss me on the lips but she released me and bounced out of the 
room. Over her shoulder she called back, "Night, Dad. I'm gonna take a 
shower and go to bed. No listening at my door."

As I went to bed that night I stopped outside Brooke's door. I didn't 
listen. Really I didn't. It was very quiet in the house. There were no 
noises coming from Brooke's room. She must have been asleep. I continued 
on to my room. Sleep came slowly and when it did finally arrive it was 
troubled with wild dreams of Kayla and Kathy and to my shame Brooke.

A Tasty Dinner

The rest of the week dragged by. Brooke had arranged for Kathy to come 
by at six on Saturday evening. I rehearsed my arguments many times. I 
would straighten her out. But at night after the lights were out and I 
was alone the lascivious dreams would return. They would torment me 
until I finally took matters in hand and I could fall into a fantasy 
filled sleep.

Kathy showed up Saturday exactly at six. Brooke slipped out the door and 
headed over to Kayla's house as I was greeting Kathy.

I poured us a nice Central Coast Chardonnay, not too much oak with a 
nice balance of fruit and acid, as I finished the prep. We made some 
small talk while I got dinner on the table. In all modesty I must admit 
to being a good chef. I went all out on this dinner. Beautiful dishes 
presented elegantly with wonderful flavors. The candles and soft 
flamenco music set an intimate atmosphere.

We continued the small talk through dinner, work, school for the girls, 
neighborhood gossip, anything to avoid the 'topic.' As dinner wound down 
and we had worked on several glasses of Chardonnay apiece I worked the 
subject around to the girls.

"Kathy, the reason I asked you to dinner tonight..."

She interrupted, "You asked me?"

"Well yes." I answered flustered.

"Then it wasn't Brooke's idea?" she asked.

"Well, I guess that Brooke may have said it first."

She sat back and took another sip of wine. "So you don't know."

Christ, I thought. First my conversations with Brooke go nuts and now 
this one. Can't I have a simple conversation with a female where I have 
the least little bit of control? "Know what?" I asked exasperated.

"That this whole thing was the girl's idea," she said.

"This dinner was the girl's idea? Why would they do that?"

"They thought of it together." Kathy answered. "Mike, they want us to 
have sex."

I was stunned. My mouth started to hang open then I blurted out, "What?"

"They want us to have sex. Close your mouth," she said laughing.

"Sorry. I was just shocked."

"Well I guess I can understand. I had some warning. I overheard some of 
their planning."

"Why do they want us to have sex?" I asked perplexed.

"It's obvious. Look at it from their angle. We get together and have 
sex. So of course then we'll start living together. So they get to move 
in together. They really are best friends plus they get all their sex 
under one roof with no worries about getting caught or getting in 
trouble because we are in on it." She took a sip of wine. "From their 
viewpoint it's elementary."

I stumbled over my words because she had broached the subject I had been 
avoiding. I felt my face burning. "I know you are..." My words trailed 
off. Steeling myself, "But I'm not involved. Why do they think I'd be 
okay with this whole setup?"

Kathy studied me for what seemed a long time. "Mike. You don't need to 
be embarrassed."

'I'm not embarrassed,' my mind screamed. This was made a lie by the 
burning in my cheeks. Kathy's eyes burned into my soul. I could swear 
she was reading my thoughts. She knew why I was embarrassed. Somehow she 
knew that every night that week I had been having sexual thoughts of her 
and me. And Kayla and me.

"Yes, I have made love with Kayla and Brooke. You can say it." I blushed 
again. "You're missing something here. The girls don't want to just make 
love with each other and with me. They want to have a man as well."

Her words lashed me physically. My body tensed from the impact. Me? Both 
girls want to make love to me? On the surface my mind was appalled but 
under the surface the visions started playing again. The ones I had of 
Brooke and Kayla and me: Brooke and Kayla and me having sex, me being 
their first lover, teaching them about sex, a loving gentle lesson. 
These images rose in my mind and pushed the other thoughts out.

Kathy continued. "I can see it from their side. I miss having a man as 
well." She caught my eye and held it. A look was in her eye, the feral 
look of a hungry predator with the game in sight. "I miss having a man. 
Sex with a woman can only satisfy so much. I need to feel a man too. The 
way a man takes you, the power with which a man takes a woman, filling 
her up, possessing her, overwhelming her. Only a man can do that. Don't 
you think so Mike?" she brought the wine to her lips caressing the 
crystal with her lips as her eyes continued to hold mine. It was the 
most erotic thing I had ever seen. I felt my cock grow hard in my pants. 
I shifted in the chair unable to look away. The movement caused her to 
look down and she caught sight of the bulge in my Dockers. She set her 
wine down. "I see you agree with me Mike. I'm very glad. It's been too 
long. Much too long."

Part of my mind started to protest. You've been trapped, tricked, 
bamboozled and hooked. The rest of my mind shouted the protest down. My 
blood was running hot and I wanted her. I wanted those lips to do to my 
cock what they had done to that crystal.

Amazing isn't it? How easily a man can be seduced. My surface mind had 
been uttering pious platitudes to itself all evening. Oh yes, I was 
prepared with all the arguments to dissuade Kathy from her lechery and 
return her to the straight path of righteousness. I had marshaled all 
the facts and had logically ordered all the conventional bromides. But 
truth be told, under that surface desire had burned. Standing in the 
kitchen tossing the salad I had glanced at Kathy's tits and imagined 
them bare to my eyes. Then my mind imagined Kathy naked and Brooke 
sucking at those tits. My eyes moved lower to see Kathy's hands in her 
lap and I imagined her legs spread and Kayla between them. I shook my 
head to clear it. A while later I would notice Kathy's lips: images 
would form of her between Brooke thighs and those lips would be buried 
in my daughter's pussy. I would shake my head again, but the images kept 
returning: the girls making love in twosomes and threesomes. And most 
powerfully, Brooke, Kayla, Kathy and me making love. Unacknowledged and 
hidden it had smoldered all the hotter. Exposed to the air it burst into 
flame and burned away all other thoughts leaving me filled only with one 
burning desire. It had been two years since I had fucked a woman. I 
wanted to fuck Kathy. I needed to fuck Kathy.

Kathy picked up the wineglass again and made love to it as she took 
another sip. She caressed the long stem as if it were a cock that she 
was fondling as she looked at me. "You know, I am very wet right now. I 
started getting wet when I saw that you were hard. That is a very nice 
bulge you have. I wish you would share it with me."

"Oh God. I can see how you seduced Brooke."

Kathy smiled. "Oh no. You have that backward." She set the wine down and 
stood up. "Please take me to your bed Mike. I want you."

She held out her hand to me. I stood and took her hand pulling her to 
me. Her arms went around my neck and pulled her body against mine. We 
kissed. It started as a soft kiss with our lips just touching. Then our 
lips began to devour each other before they parted and our tongues began 
a dance of desire, teasing and inviting the penetration of each others 
mouth, the play and chase and retreat and chase again. I broke the kiss. 
"Oh Kathy."

"Take me to bed Mike," she said softly almost inaudibly.

I took her hand and led her down the hall to my room. A soft light was 
burning in the adjoining bath. It provided a soft and diffuse glow over 
my bed. Kathy stood by the bed inviting me with her eyes. I kissed her 
again and her hands moved down between us rubbing against my crotch, 
massaging me through my pants. I grabbed the hem of her sweater and 
pulled it up. She raised her arms and let me pull it off. She reached 
behind and unsnapped her bra. I thought that was very nice of her 
because I knew I would have fumbled the snap just as men always fumble 
with snaps. She started to unbutton my shirt. I reached for her jeans 
and she for my Dockers. In what seemed a flash we were both naked and 
together on the bed, again kissing. This time her skin was against mine 
her breasts pressed against my chest. My erection was pressed against 
her belly as she ground into it.

I reached between us and cupped her pubic mound. My finger slid between 
her labia as Kathy pressed against my hand. Our tongues danced as my 
finger slipped into her. She was wet and slippery and my finger sank 
deeply in her pussy.

"Hmm, Mike. It's been so long. Please fuck me. Now."

So much for foreplay. I rolled Kathy onto her back and settled between 
her legs. She reached down, grabbed my cock and guided it to her 
opening. A gentle thrust and my glans pierced her. She released me and I 
slid halfway in. Rocking gently my cock was quickly coated with her 
juices and I bottomed out, buried to the hilt. Jesus, it had been too 
long. I had almost forgotten how good it felt to be fucking a real, live 
woman.

I held myself up on my arms so I could look down at Kathy. She opened 
her eyes as I started fucking her. Her face was softened with desire, 
almost blurred. Her eyes held mine as we moved synchronized in passion. 
We were communicating without words.

Kathy's body urged me on. The pace of our fucking increased. I had to 
lower myself and wrap her in my arms as our coupling became more 
frenzied and our bodies started to slam into each other. Kathy wrapped 
her arms around me. Faster and faster our bodies moved. My cock would 
slam deep into her and then almost leave her completely before slamming 
back in. A low moaning sound filled my ears and Kathy's body began to 
jerk under me. Her fingers dug into my back. Her pussy spasmed around my 
cock. I felt the rumbling in my loins. I let it take me. Furiously 
fucking I felt another spasm shake Kathy's body as I went over the edge. 
The first spurt of cum was inside her almost before I knew it was 
coming... then another and another as the tension and energy drained 
from me. A few desultory strokes and I was spent.

Afterward we lay in quiet lassitude. Her head was on my chest, finger 
playing with the hair on my chest. My hand was gently stroking her back. 
I put my lips to her head and gently kissed her.

"Hmm," she said. "Nice." She reached down and cupped my cock and balls 
in her hand. "Thank you for sharing this. I wasn't sure you would let 
another woman have any."

"Huh?"

"After Brooke told me about your conversation last week I knew how much 
you wanted her." I started to protest. She put her finger to my lips. 
"Only the truth." That stopped me. She smiled serenely. "I thought so. 
When she told me how you had to run off to your bedroom right when the 
topic turned to her and you, I knew. Because I had gone through the same 
thing with Kayla. Don't look surprised. You don't think I just jumped in 
bed with her do you?"

"I uh..." I stuttered.

"You do. Well, it was no different for me. I felt guilty at first just 
like you're feeling. Until I realized that Kayla wanted to learn and to 
love me just as much as I wanted her. Just like you'll learn that Brooke 
wants you." Still cupping my cock Kathy continued, "Mike, Brooke and 
Kayla are just as much women as I when it comes to their desires. They 
have the same wants. They just lack experience. I don't want to see them 
hurt by their inexperience. You are a good lover." Squeezing my cock she 
smiled lecherously, "And you know some wonderful tricks to make a women 
scream in pleasure. If I were going to pick a first lover for Kayla I 
couldn't pick a better one."

"Thank you Kathy. But, we didn't even have any foreplay. How do you know 
I'm such a good lover?"

She smiled. "Because of how you moved in me. You didn't just pound into 
me. You let your body caress mine with every stroke. I loved the little 
circles you made." She reached down and squeezed my cock. "And when I 
wanted it hard and fast you gave it to me. You responded to me even 
without words. You made love to me with your eyes and your mind. Our 
minds were touching just as much as our bodies. That is what makes you a 
special lover. That's what Kayla should have in her first lover. And 
Brooke." She rolled over me so that our bodies were touching all over. 
"Mike. I wasn't sure before. Now I am."

Images of Kayla filled my mind. Making love to virgin Kayla. Her lithe 
body under mine. Tasting her never breached pussy. Feeling my cock slide 
into her virgin pussy. Kathy was rubbing against my cock. The images of 
Kayla filled it with blood. It quickly regained its strength. Kathy 
smiled, "I see it agrees with me. Do you always respond so quickly?"

"No. I mean not for years."

"So it must be Kayla." I started to protest. "Shush. I'm not insulted. 
I'm glad you're excited. She excites me as well." Kathy lifted up and my 
cock sprang free. Lowering her hips she said, "This time let's have a 
nice slow fuck," as she slid down over me.

Kayla

On Tuesday afternoon the front bell rang. It was Kayla.

"Hi. Can I come in?"

"Sure. But Brooke isn't home."

As she walked in and I closed the door she said, "I know. She's over at 
my house."

"What's she doing over there?" I asked.

"Probably the same thing you were doing Saturday night," she said 
looking at me intently.

I didn't say anything but I'm sure my face gave me away. "What do you mean?"

"Making love to my mom," Kayla said evenly.

No way to finesse that was there? So I ignored it. "Kayla, what can I do 
for you?"

"I'm ready."

I knew what she meant by the way she said it. My stomach was filled with 
butterflies. "Kayla. I don't think this is a good idea."

"Mom said you thought I was sexy. Do you?" I couldn't answer because the 
answer was yes and I certainly didn't want to admit that out loud. "She 
also said that if you didn't say yes right away I should take off my 
clothes and lead you to the bedroom. She said you would do what I 
wanted. Is that true?" Again the accused stood mute as the answer was, 
yes. Kayla looked at me expectantly and when no answer was forthcoming 
she pulled her sweater off over her head. She wasn't wearing anything 
under it. My eyes glued themselves to her breasts. They were lovely. 
Kayla held still as I admired her. Her hands went to the fly of her 
jeans. She unzipped them and pushed them and her panties down. She 
stepped out of her sandals and the jeans. She semi-turned toward the 
bedrooms. "Do I really have to pull you into the bedroom?"

Damn that woman, I thought. Just as she had on Saturday, Kathy knew 
exactly how to manipulate me. I recalled the feeling I had Saturday when 
I knew I was out-maneuvered. I was feeling it again. Only this time it 
was her daughter. I had a moment of mental protest knowing I should be 
the one in charge. But faced with a nubile naked woman who was inviting 
me to take pleasure from her body my will to resist collapsed just as 
Man's will had collapsed in the Garden. "No," I said around my 
constricted throat. "Kayla, are you really sure?"

"Yes, Mike." She stressed the Mike putting us on an equal footing. She 
was assuming the mantle of adulthood. Her tone of voice said, I'm not a 
little girl anymore. She was a vision of loveliness. Her long brunette 
hair was flowing freely shaping itself to her lithe body. Her face was 
long like her body with thin eyebrows above dark eyes. Small breasts 
jutted out above her slender waist. Long slender legs echoing the curves 
of her body. I wished I had a camera to make a record of this moment. I 
knew I would treasure this vision in my mind forever. She extended her 
hand to me. I took it and we walked hand in hand into my bedroom.

Once in the bedroom Kayla looked a lot less sure of herself. It amazing 
how much a situation can change in five seconds. "Are you really sure 
Kayla?"

She looked at me. "Oh God yes Mike. Brooke and me have been talking 
about this forever." Forever? More likely a month. But at sixteen a 
month can be forever. "I'm just a little, you know, nervous. I mean God. 
I don't know what to do," she answered plaintively.

This, from a young woman who, from all accounts, had seduced my daughter 
and her own mother. I smiled reassuringly. "So you know, I'm just as 
nervous."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really." I nodded.

"Why? You've done it before," she asked with a puzzled look.

I was struck by the situation. Here I was talking with a beautiful young 
and delightfully naked woman while I stood there in my clothes. What the 
hell am I doing? What aren't I ripping my clothes off and jumping into 
bed instead of talking? "Should I take off my clothes?"

Kayla smiled. "Yeah sure. But why are you nervous?"

I answered as I unbuttoned my shirt. Kayla sat on the bed listening 
intently as I talked. "Of course I'm nervous. Men feel performance 
anxiety. We feel like we are responsible to 'perform.' We have to get an 
erection." Kayla glanced down to where I was pushing my pants down. My 
erection popped up and bounced. I glanced down as well. "Well, maybe 
that won't be a problem today." She giggled. "Seriously, men do have 
anxiety about their performance. And I am a little nervous because I 
know it's your first time. I want to make it wonderful for you."

"Thank you, Mike. So you don't mind that I'm a virgin?"

"No. I kinda like it. It's like a fantasy for me. Brooke's mom and I met 
in high school. I was her first and it was special for me. I want this 
to be special for both of us. Hopefully, I'll be better than I was that 
night. We were both so inexperienced..." My voice trailed off as I 
remembered that night in the backseat of my old Ford. We had been 
necking for several months. For the past month we had been getting 
closer and closer to intercourse. The prior weekend we had gotten 
completely undressed and rubbed our genitals together. I had cum all 
over her stomach. This night we both knew it was going to happen. I 
remember how nervous we were. How difficult it was to penetrate her. The 
rubbing of dry body part against dry body part. How she had winced and 
cried at the pain, How quickly I came. It wasn't exactly a night to 
recall with pleasure. "It's my chance to do it right. To make your first 
time as wonderful as I can."

"Yeah. That's what my mom said too. She said that's why it'd be so great 
to have a guy who knows how to make the first time feel good. Mike?" she 
asked. I nodded. "You will make me feel good won't you?"

I smiled reassuringly. "I'll do my best, sweetheart."

Kayla seemed reassured and then glanced down. I had finished taking off 
my clothes. "Can I touch it?"

"It's all yours," I answered as I stepped over to the bed.

Kayla's hand wrapped around my cock. She pulled on it softly watching as 
the skin moved over it. "Wow. It feels soft and hard at the same time. 
It feels big." She glanced up with a hint of apprehension.

I smiled. It's always nice to hear the word big in connection with one's 
equipment. "Believe me, you'll like it. You'll probably want it bigger 
once we're done."

"Really?" She ran her hand up and down it watching intently. "Cool."

"Let's lay down sweetheart. I want to kiss you." Kayla moved over into 
the center of the bed and lay back her hair forming a mandala around her 
head. I lay down next to her, my chest covering hers and brought our 
lips together. Our tongues intertwined and chased back and forth. The 
girl sure knew how to kiss. Breaking the kiss, my lips trailed down to 
her neck nipping and licking. I stopped at her breast. It was small and 
topped by an erect nipple. Running my tongue over and around her tit I 
worked in toward the middle until my tongue was lapping at the erect 
button. Taking it between my lips sucking and nibbling Kayla moaned and 
twitched from the sensations. My hand wandered down until it grazed the 
soft hair over her pussy. Kayla's legs parted as my hand pushed down 
over her pussy. I played with her lips while sucking and kissing her 
tits. I used her labia to massage the clitoris. That brought another low 
moan from Kayla.

Hearing her moan heightened my own excitement. I moved down until I was 
looking at her pussy. I pushed her legs up then draped them down over my 
back. The aroma of her arousal wafted up to me as I moved forward and 
stabbed my tongue into her wet and reddened pussy. Her pussy lips parted 
as my tongue worked its way up. The sweet taste of arousal was on my 
tongue as it lapped and twisted around her erect clitoris. Kayla's head 
rolled from side to side as I sucked her clitoris between my lips gently 
rolling it back and forth while flicking it with my tongue tip. My 
finger found the entrance to her vagina and gently entered her. Soon I 
was fucking her with my finger and my mouth.

Kayla moaned and with her voice thick with lust said, "I thought men 
didn't know how to eat pussy. God you're as good as Brooke." I smiled as 
I continued lapping and sucking. Her pussy was awash in her juices.

She was as ready as she'd ever be. Moving over her I lined up the head 
of my cock with her pussy. She was all corners and edges and there 
wasn't much to her. She seemed light as a feather as I wrapped my arm 
around her shoulders and settled between her thighs. I quit noticing the 
bony parts as my cock sank into her pussy. I was waiting for some 
resistance but never met any. Soon the base of my cock was rubbing 
against her clitoris.

I paused for a moment and looked down at Kayla's face. Her eyes were 
closed and her mouth was slightly parted. My heart skipped a beat as I 
thought about what was happening. I was living out a fantasy, a wet 
dream, a not to be believed experience. My cock was in a beautiful young 
woman no older than my daughter.

Kayla's eyes opened. Her face was a mask of desire. She bucked around my 
cock. "I'm ready." Another buck and then, "Please."

Ever the gentleman I pulled out and then lanced back into her pussy. She 
bit her lip and pushed up to meet my thrust. We moved into a slow 
rhythm, several deep followed by several shallow thrusts and then repeat 
until she screams. At least that is what the Japanese pillow book 
prescribed.

I tried to wait. But the pleasure and the pressure soon overwhelmed me 
and the tempo increased until I was slamming into her. I felt the 
tingling presaging the eruption as the pressure built and built. Kayla's 
dark hair was spread over the bed as she rolled her head back and forth. 
Her breath was now coming in short pants and gasps broken up by the low 
moans.

I couldn't wait any longer. Overwhelmed by the feel of her body against 
mine, her pussy grasping my cock my body betrayed me and loosed the 
eruption of cum into Kayla's waiting body. I slammed home as each spasm 
shook me sending my cum deeply into her. Flooded by the warmth and 
wetness my cock continued to plow into her. A last weak ejaculation and 
I was done.

I felt Kayla's hands digging into my arms so I kept fucking her. I 
forced my muscles, now spent of energy, to continue and was soon 
rewarded when Kayla started to buck furiously under me. I tried to match 
her and our bodies slammed and smashed together. She threw her head back 
and I watched the red flush spread over her creamy white skin as she 
crested her climax. A last gasp and I fell onto her slender spent body. 
Kayla ran her hands over my back. With the last of my strength I pushed 
myself to her side pulling her with me and collapsed. We lay together, 
my cock slowly shrinking until it slid from her pussy. Kayla looked at 
me, her face filled with satiation, leaned forward and kissed me gently 
and yet passionately.

I must have nodded off because the next thing I remember was awaking 
with a start as Kayla was climbing off the bed. It was twilight outside 
creating a gloaming mood in the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Oh." She turned toward me. "You're awake."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. Not very gentlemanly."

"No. It's cool. I was wiped out too. I'm going to take a shower," she 
answered.

"Can I join you?" I asked.

Her face lit up. "Cool. I've never done that before." I followed her 
into my bath suite. One nice thing about this house was a large shower 
with two showerheads. I've always been a fan of naked women and no 
better way to enjoy the sight than with a woman all sudsy in your 
shower. I turned on the water and waited for the right temperature.

"Oh way cool. Two showers," Kayla said.

"Yeah," I said smiling. "That way you can have someone help you wash 
your back."

Kayla's face broke into an impish grin, "What about the front?"

"That too." I grabbed two towels off the rack and handed one to Kayla 
before stepping into the shower. Kayla followed me and we were soon 
soapy. I grabbed a bar and started on her back. Who needs a washcloth 
when you have a beautiful young woman in the shower? My hands ran all 
over her, from the top of her shoulders, along her back, over her cute 
little ass and down her long slender legs. I felt a gentle stirring in 
my loins.

Kayla turned and let the water cascade down her back. "Your turn." I 
turned and felt her hands working across my shoulders. It was highly 
erotic, not knowing and yet expecting her hands to work their way down. 
When she reached my ass and then my thighs I felt another jump in blood 
flow to my nether regions. "Done," she said. I turned and let the water 
rinse the soap from my back.

Kayla waited with anticipation as I finished rinsing my back and picked 
up the soap again. She smiled as I started on her front. Her nipples 
crinkled as I soaped up her breasts. I soaped up her small pubic 
triangle and then ran my hand between her legs gently washing the 
stickiness from her. Her eyes closed as I did. I washed the insides of 
her thighs and down to her feet. I tried to think of a way to extend the 
washing but I had covered every inch. Oh well. "You're done," I said. 
Kayla turned into the stream of water letting it wash the soap away. I 
waited while she rinsed.

When she was finished she took the soap from me and started on my chest. 
My anticipation grew as her hands moved lower, and lower. Looking up at 
me she smiled and wrapped her soapy hand around my cock. She laved it 
and washed around my balls before returning to my cock, now half erect, 
and running her soapy hand up and down its length. It was too soon to 
return to full strength but it let Kayla know it was enjoying the 
attention. She smiled at me again before letting go and moving down to 
my legs. Too soon I was done. I stepped into the spray as Kayla rinsed 
the soap from her hands.

I slapped the control lever and we stepped from the shower and toweled 
off. I kept looking at her, the flat planes of her belly, the tight 
jiggle in her breasts, her long legs. I felt like I was dreaming as I 
had so many times about her. An air of unreality hung about me. I kept 
asking myself, 'Did I really just make love to this beautiful vision?'

Shaking my head I looked at the clock and realized it was dinnertime. 
"You hungry?"

Kayla threw her towel back on the rack, "Yeah. How 'bout pizza?"

As if I could deny her anything at that moment. "Sure. What do you like?"

"Pepe's has a special with everything," she said with a rush.

"Give 'em a call and have it delivered."

"Great. I could eat a horse." She skipped out to the bedroom and threw 
on her clothes before going out to make the call. I followed along and 
put on a kimono and then followed her to the phone. She was just 
finishing as I came up. "Half hour," she said.

I bent down and kissed her forehead. "Well, I like a nice Merlot with a 
special. How about you?"

"Wine? Really? Cool." I took her hand and went into the kitchen where I 
grabbed a Merlot. I opened it with a flourish which made her smile and 
then poured us both a glass.

"To a beautiful woman," I said holding up the glass. Kayla faintly 
blushed and tapped my glass.

"To a wonderful lover," she said tipping her glass. I inclined my head 
and tapped her glass.

I grabbed the wine and we went into the den. Soon we were talking, well, 
more exactly Kayla was talking and I was nodding my head with an 
occasional word. We had finished a glass each when the pizza arrived. I 
brought it in along with a couple of plates. The pizza hardly 
discommoded Kayla at all. She could eat, drink and talk all at the same 
time. Amazing. Before I knew it I was up on all the school gossip, her 
teachers, college plans and potential boyfriends, a curious subject I 
thought as we had just screwed our brains out. I realized that she 
thought of me as a way to learn and experience and not as an emotional 
attachment. It was somewhat deflating even if she was right. It's not 
like we were going to 'go steady.'

The next time I looked at the clock it was nine. "Kayla?"

"Un what?" she said around another slice of pizza.

"What are your plans for the evening?"

She looked at the clock. "Oh, I was going to go home and Brooke is 
coming back here, if that's okay."

"Yeah, that's fine. Maybe some other time you can stay all night."

I could see her mulling the thought. "I never thought of that. That 
might be cool." She jumped up and came over before sprawling into my 
lap. "Thank you for everything. This is exactly what I hoped it would be 
like. I didn't want to learn from some guy in the back of his old 
Chevy." She kissed me, not passionately but more with appreciation.

"Kayla. I can't tell you how much this meant to me. It was very special 
for me as well." She leaned forward and kissed me again. "Can I give you 
a ride?"

"What? It's only a block."

"I know but I thought a gentleman should offer."

She laughed and bounced up from my lap. "Nope. I'll walk."

I followed her to the front door and watched through the front windows 
as she waltzed down the street. I was still in disbelief as I watched 
her slim figure walk away highlighted in a pool of light, then 
disappearing between the streetlights only to reappear in the next pool 
of light. I smiled as vivid streaming video of the last hours ran 
through my head. Kayla disappeared around the curve. I turned and 
heading off to my room. I was drained physically and emotionally. I was 
asleep in minutes.

Brooke

I awoke Sunday morning with a start.

"About time sleepyhead," Brooke said. She was sitting on my bed in a 
T-shirt and nothing else. I knew that because she was sitting 
cross-legged and the shirt had ridden up over her thighs. Her pubic 
triangle was staring at me. Okay, I was staring at it. God help me, I 
couldn't take my eyes away.

Running my hand over my face I mumbled, "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to get up so I can say thank you."

I sat up in bed and tried to look at Brooke's face. "Thanks for what?"

Brooke rose to her knees and leaned toward me, wrapping her arms around 
my neck her face coming so close to mine as she said, "Thank you for 
making it so wonderful for Kayla."

I was speechless, truly unable to think of anything to say. What is 
there to say to your daughter when you spent the previous night fucking 
her best friend and she is thanking you for doing it? I was aware that I 
had morning breath. I pulled away and said, "I need to clean up 
sweetie," waiting for her to leave.

"Can I help?"

"I don't think that would be proper."

"Oh Dad. Quit being so stuffy," she reprimanded me in her frustrated 
teen voice. "Quit being a sissy," as she slid off the bed and grabbing 
my hand, pulled me to the bath. Brooke started the shower running. 
Thankfully, the shirt now covered her, barely. She turned to me and 
motioned to the shower. I hooked my thumb toward the door and motioned, 
Out! She crossed her arms and I again motioned out. She marched out the 
door which I closed behind before stepping into the shower.

Twenty minutes later I was showered and brushed and peed and feeling 
human again. I looked for my kimono. I opened the door to see Brooke 
lying on the bed, my kimono behind her.

"Looking for this?" she asked holding it up.

"Yes. Please throw it to me."

Brooke got to her knees in the middle of the bed and putting the kimono 
behind her back said, "Come and get it," with a wicked smile.

For the briefest second my mind resisted but she had challenged me in a 
way that demanded I respond, and feeling a strange premonition, I 
charged the bed. "Give me that," and we were grappling on the bed. She 
turned out to be much stronger than I expected, and because I was 
cautious not to hurt her by exerting my full strength, she held her own 
in the match. She had no such compunction. At one point she pushed me 
over on my back and climbed on top while pinning my arms to the bed. I 
felt her pussy mashing against my cock. I pretended to try to free my 
arms, but in truth, I was concentrating on the feel of a pussy rubbing 
against my cock. The blood flooded my cock and it grew under her. In 
seconds I saw her face change from a look of fierce determination to a 
softer glow. Her hips slid back and forth over my rapidly growing cock. 
All pretense of a fight disappeared. Brooke leaned forward and brought 
her lips to mine. She paused with her lips just a breath away, knowing 
that we were about to do something that could never be undone. I could 
neither encourage her nor stop her. I waited. Then her lips met mine and 
we kissed. My premonition became reality in the space of a breath.

I wish I could say that I fought against it, but that would be a lie. In 
truth, what I felt were the primal desires of lust and desire. A 
beautiful young woman was rubbing her pussy against my engorged cock. 
Nothing else mattered.

"Dad please love me like a woman," Brooke said earnestly.

"Brooke..." I temporized knowing that I couldn't say no but also looking 
for a way to say yes without having to admit to myself that I was saying 
yes. Completely self-delusional of course.

"Dad, I love you. Do you love me?" she asked.

"Of course I love you Brooke. But..." She pressed her finger to my lips.

"No buts." She rubbed her pussy up and down on my hard cock. It felt 
exquisite. "Please make love to me like a woman. I want it. You feel so 
good. Please."

Oh God, it felt incredible to have her wet pussy sliding over my cock. I 
knew I had to do what she asked. I pulled her face to mine. Our lips 
came together and my tongue snaked out and darted into her mouth. Her 
tongue chased mine. Brooke broke the kiss and sat up. She pulled her 
shirt over her head. She was beautiful. I reached up and cupped her tits 
in my hands. She pushed against my hands as I fondled her tits and 
rubbed and pulled her nipples. She was constantly rubbing her pussy over 
my cock that was now coated with her arousal. She slid over my slippery 
cock like a kid down a water slide. I grabbed a nipple between a thumb 
and finger of each hand and gently pulled her back to my face. My tongue 
attacked her mouth. As we kissed my cock slid down until it popped up 
behind her. I lined it up with her pussy and gently probed until the 
head of my cock found her slit. Awash in wetness, my cock slipped 
further into her pussy. After a few gentle thrusts, the head popped in 
and my cock entered her pussy channel. Brooke moaned around my invading 
tongue. She pushed back and my cock slid deeper.

We broke the kiss and I looked up at her face, a mix of lust and 
trepidation. She was moving over the head of my cock, She paused for a 
moment looking earnestly at me and then sat down taking my cock into her 
body. I felt a momentary resistance as if something was trying to stop 
my cock. But before I even could think about what it was my cock lanced 
all the way into Brooke's pussy. I saw a flash of pain cross her face 
and realized that I had just deflowered my daughter. My cock had ripped 
through her maidenhead and I hadn't even known it. I looked down and saw 
that I was buried completely in Brooke. Our pubic hair was meshed 
together where our bodies joined.

"Uhn," she said as I looked up. Brooke opened her eyes and looked at me. 
"That wasn't so bad. I thought it would really hurt." Then she looked 
down at where our bodies were joined. "God, Dad. I feel so full. But it 
feels good." She rotated her hips massaging her clitoris against me. 
"Oh, this feels so different. It's different than when Kayla does me." I 
grabbed her hips and guided her into a more up and down motion. Soon she 
was giving herself a good ride on my cock. I pushed up until I could 
lick and suck her nipples as she continued to play cowgirl on my cock. 
"Oh Jesus. Do that, ungh, just like that," she moaned. Every time Brooke 
bottomed out I would jerk my hips to give her a little extra 
stimulation. Her bucking slowed and got more deliberate. Her eyes were 
closed and I could tell her entire being was centered in her pussy and 
tits, in the intense feeling being generated there. Laying back I 
grabbed her nipples and pinched and released them in rhythm with our 
coupling. Brooke arched her back and threw her head back. I felt her 
pussy spasm around my cock. I gently cupped her tits as her climax 
washed over her. A few more slow deliberate strokes and she collapsed on 
top of me. Her pussy was quivering around my cock. I let her lay still 
until her eyes opened.

"Love you sweetheart," I whispered in her ear.

"I love you, Dad." She wriggled her butt. "God. Kayla told me it was 
indescribable." She brought her lips to mine and we kissed. "Thank you." 
She was still moving over my cock. "You are still so big. Did you make it?"

"No sweetie," I said smiling. "But it's okay. Today was for you."

"No. I want to feel it. Please."

I pulled her down and kissed her and as I did I rolled her to the side 
and continuing I rolled over on top my cock still sheathed in her pussy. 
She wrapped her legs around me as I started thrusting into her. As I 
looked down I saw her Mother's face. I was back in high school and 
fucking for the first time again. A burst of emotion wracked me, the joy 
of falling in love and the loss when she left. The image turned into 
vapor and dissipated leaving me looking at Brooke. Her eyes were closed 
as she concentrated on the sensations her body was feeling for the first 
time. Still emotional from the visions of her mother I was filled with 
love for Brooke. My cock still pistoning in her pussy, I leaned forward 
and kissed her. Her mouth opened and soon our tongues were fucking each 
other's mouth. I was so close that I thought I couldn't wait another 
second when Brooke moaned and let her head fall back. Her pussy spasmed 
around my cock milking it. On the next thrust my cock erupted spilling 
my seed deeply into her pussy. Five more times my cock erupted until 
there was nothing left to cum. A last weak quiver and I was drained. 
Breathing hard I rested on Brooke her hands running over my back.

After a few moments she said, "I felt it. I felt it when you came. It 
made me cum even harder knowing I was getting your cum." She kissed me. 
"Thank you Dad. That was so different. I mean, you know, from when Kayla 
does it or when I do it myself. It was just so intense being filled and 
feeling you in me. God. No wonder Kathy says that she likes men best."

I rolled over to the side slipping out of Brooke. I rested my head on 
her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "My pleasure baby."

"Dad?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"I don't think just once will be enough."

"Do you mean once today or once at all?"

She giggled. "I mean just once at all. We already did it twice today 
didn't we?" She rolled toward me and snuggled into my arms her head 
buried under my chin. "I mean that I think we'll need to do this again 
until I..." She paused as if looking for the right word.

"Until you get your fill?" I asked helpfully.

She threw back her head and looked at me surprised until she saw my 
smile. Then laughing she said, "Well, yes. I can't wait until I get my 
fill."

I pulled her back to me and we lay like that both drifting off.

A Fantasy Night

Sunday night as we sat down to dinner Brooke said, "I went over to 
Kayla's this afternoon..."

"To give them a full report I assume," I interrupted.

"Dad! It's not like that." I just looked at her with a slight smile. 
"Well, okay. We did maybe talk about it a little." I raised my eyebrows. 
"Okay, me, Kayla and Kathy talked about it."

"Did you compare notes?"

"No. It wasn't like that. Mostly I was just telling them how glad I was 
that you were the one to teach me about sex. And Kayla said the same thing."

"I guess I should be flattered that you are giving me a good rating."

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Kathy said something that me and Kayla 
were like talking about." She looked at me with a curious expression. 
"Well, Kathy said that..." a long pause, "...that guys have a fantasy 
about two women at the same time." She rushed through the last part. "Is 
that right?"

"I think it pretty much is true, yes. I would guess that most men have 
that fantasy." Brooke looked exasperated because I had side stepped her 
real question. I just smiled. "Brooke, go ahead and ask it."

"You know."

"Yes, but I still am going to wait until you ask it," I answered.

"I don't mean most guys. Would you like to have Kayla and me together?"

My stomach did a little flip as the idea of having these two beautiful 
young women in bed at the same time sank in. How many times had I 
fantasized about two women? My wildest fantasy, even the one with Nicole 
Kidman and Halle Berry, wasn't this wild. "Yes. I'd love that."

Brooke jumped up and came around the table throwing her arms around my 
neck. She planted a wet kiss on my lips, broke the kiss and started 
jumping around to her side of the table, "Thank you, thank you. Oh 
Daddy, this is so cool. I can't wait see you doing Kayla. Oh wow. I'm 
actually going to watch as you do her. That is so cool."

"And I'm going to watch as you do Kayla," I said.

Brooke paused and then looked thoughtful. "Really? You wanna watch me do 
Kayla?"

"I want to watch you both do each other," I answered.

She fell into her chair. "Wow. I hadn't thought about that."

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

"No. Would you like that? I mean, is that a turn on?" she asked.

"I'd say from your reaction that watching Kayla and me was a turn on for 
you." I paused and she nodded. "In the same way it'd be a turn on for me 
to watch you two."

"Yeah, I guess. I just hadn't thought about it that way. I mean, I was 
all like into watching you and Kayla. God. I mean having you watch me 
would like be totally weird."

"Sweetheart, the troika is your idea."

"Troika?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's slang for three people together. It comes from the Russian. 
You know, a menage a trois," I explained.

"Yeah okay. I know what that is. So you'd want me and Kayla to do it 
too?" I nodded. "I've never done it with somebody watching."

"Well, Jesus Brooke. I haven't either. Do you think I'm Dirk Diggler or 
something?"

She started to giggle at the ridiculous way I'd said that. Then I saw 
some thought cross her face as her eyes got wide. "No filming."

I nearly fainted. "NO! Oh God. I don't need to get in that kind of trouble."

She sat back and was quiet for a while. I let her work through her 
thoughts. "So do you want to?"

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Me too."

Friday evening I got home from work a little late. I walked in to the 
smell of something cooking. Brooke wasn't a great cook yet but she was 
learning. It smelled like something with plenty of garlic. I had taught 
her that there is no such thing as too much garlic. As I walked in the 
kitchen I was surprised to see Kayla stirring as Brooke poured the penne 
into boiling water.

"Oh, hi." I said.

Brooke poured the pasta in, threw on the lid and jumped into my arms 
pulling my head down into a passionate kiss. When we finally broke I 
looked up to see Kayla staring. I blushed a little. "Kayla is staying 
over tonight. Is that okay?"

I hoped this meant what I thought. "Oh good. I'm glad you're staying 
over," I said to Kayla. It was her turn to blush as she lowered her 
eyes. I leaned over the pasta. "Smells good."

Brooke smiled, "Kayla helped me."

I took Kayla's hand in mine and brought it to my lips for a kiss.

"Oh Come on," Brooke said. "Give her a kiss like you really mean it."

I looked into Kayla's eyes. I saw invitation so I pulled her into my 
arms. She melted into them as our lips met. When we broke Brooke 
whistled a catcall. Kayla smacked Brooke on the arm as she laughed.

"When's dinner. Do I have time to change?" I asked.

Brooke's face broke into a mischievous grin, "Why change? Why don't you 
just take that stupid suit off? Kayla and me wouldn't mind."

I laughed. "As much as you two might like it I think I'll go put on 
casual clothes."

I heard "Chicken," as I went down the hall to change.

When I returned Brooke and Kayla were serving so I pulled out a 
Valpollicella Ripassa and three glasses. Perfect wine for a red sauce, 
and even better for lovers. To me the wine has a faint musky scent that 
has always reminded me of an aroused woman to go with the berry flavors 
that predominate. Drinking Ripassa is like making love to an aroused woman.

We finished off the bottle over dinner and both girls were giggly. I 
helped clear the table and told the girls I needed a quick shower. I was 
almost through when the door opened. Brooke and Kayla stood on the 
threshold as God had made them. My cock lurched and started to grow 
primed as it was from the licentious images which I had been 
entertaining through dinner and the shower.

Brooke smiled that impish smile of hers, "Nice view," as she turned to 
Kayla.

Kayla joined in, "Yeah, not bad." Her gaze trailed down to my rapidly 
inflating cock. "Looks like somebody is glad to see us."

I turned off the shower and quickly wiped off with the towel. The girls 
had retreated when I turned off the shower. I stepped into the bedroom 
to a lovely vision. The girls had a single candle burning and were 
entwined in the middle of my bed. At the moment Kayla was licking 
Brooke's nipple. The scene caused even more blood to be pumped into my 
cock. I don't know what the PSI was, but I'm sure it was redlined.

I continued to watch as Kayla laved Brooke's tits with her tongue. 
Brooke's nipples were hard and distended. Kayla moved lower as Brooke 
draped her legs down Kayla's back. Kayla's tongue came out and lapped at 
Brooke's cunt. I felt the pre-orgasmic tremors in my balls. Christ, I 
was going to cum just standing there. I didn't want to waste it so I 
walked around to the foot of the bed. I knelt behind Kayla and gently 
lifted her ass. She never missed a stroke in her tongue lashing of 
Brooke's wet pussy. I slid in behind Kayla and slid my hand down to her 
pussy. Her labia gaped open and my fingers were quickly covered in her 
juices. I spread them around her pussy and then rubbed them into the 
head of my cock. I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her slit. It 
slid right in and I was half way in before having to pull back to spread 
more lubricant on my cock. The next stroke I bottomed out against her 
ass. Lord she was hot and wet.

Setting up a nice slow and deep fuck stroke I watched as Kayla's face 
was forced into Brooke's pussy on each down stroke. Brooke's eyes opened 
to see what was happening. They opened wider as she saw us rocking 
together. It was as if I was fucking both girls at the same time. Every 
stroke into Kayla forced her tongue into Brooke and she pushed back 
against Kayla which forced her back against me. I imagined that it was I 
fucking Brooke with Kayla's tongue. Brooke bit her lower lip as her 
breath came in rapid gasps. I watched the red blush of impending orgasm 
wash across her chest. My balls started to rumble and I started to slam 
into Kayla changing the angle to run my cock along her clitoris on every 
stroke. I threw my head back as the first eruption tore through me. I 
felt spasm after spasm empty my cum into her tight pussy. One more 
thrust and I stopped, buried to the hilt in her pussy. I opened my eyes 
to see Brooke thrashing in her own cum as I felt Kayla's pussy milking 
my cock in her orgasm. A triple play, I said to myself.

Kayla fell forward onto Brooke my cum leaking from her pussy. Brooke's 
hands were entangled in Kayla's hair as she came down from her orgasm. 
Spent, I fell to Brooke's side and snuggled up to her. She pulled my 
face to hers and we kissed. Kayla moved up on Brooke's other side. When 
I pulled back Kayla leaned in and kissed me. Brooke pulled Kayla to her 
mouth as we broke our kiss and I watched as their tongues danced 
together. I had been totally spent but watching my daughter French with 
her best friend was electric. A current shot from my libido to my glands 
and I was flooded with testosterone. I went from flaccid and spent to 
hard and invigorated in the space of a long sloppy girl-girl kiss.

Brooke noticed that I was now sticking her with my cock in the hip. Her 
hand went down and wrapped around my hard on. "Kayla, look. Jesus he's 
still hard."

Kayla leaned over and looked. "I thought you came?" she asked.

"I did. Watching you two made me hard again."

"God Dad. You really are turned on aren't you?" I just smiled. "What do 
you want to do?" she asked me.

I thought for a second about which of my fantasies I'd most like to play 
out. "I'd like to fuck you while you two sixty-nine each other."

Kayla and Brooke exchanged a glance. "How?" Kayla asked me.

"Kayla, lay on your back with your head this way," I said. "And then 
Brook you get over her in a sixty-nine." Kayla lay back and Brooke put 
her knees on both sides of Kayla's head. She looked back expectantly as 
I moved behind her. I looked down at Kayla and said, "Go ahead." Kayla 
stuck out her tongue and flicked at Brooke's bud. As she did I lined up 
with her pussy and slid my cock in. Brooke moaned from the sudden 
intense sensations of being fucked and licked at the same time. Every 
time I pulled back I could see Kayla lapping at the wet pussy. Sometimes 
I felt her tongue work it's way up and flick my cock as it powered in 
and out of the pussy. I could tell Brooke wasn't doing much for Kayla as 
her head was thrown back and she shuddered from the intense pleasure. I 
felt her tense and then her pussy went wild around my cock as spasm 
after spasm erupted around my thrusting cock. Her cum poured out and 
flowed down to coat Kayla's face. As few more strokes and Brooke 
collapsed on Kayla.

I looked down as Kayla ran her tongue over her wet lips. "Jesus, she 
really came that time. It poured into my mouth."

Brooke fell off to the side. Kayla's face was full of wanting lusty 
desire. Her face was wet with cum and her hips rolled in frustration. I 
slid around and between her legs. They opened for me and my cock found 
her opening. I slid into her wet opening and despite the tightness 
easily lanced deeply into her. She moaned as my body met hers mashing 
her clitoris between us. We pounded together in a maddened dance of 
lust. I kissed her hard as we fucked. The familiar feeling welled up 
from my loins and I was concentrating on bringing it to fruition when 
Kayla dug her fingers into my ass and moaned. The extra bit of sensation 
sent me over the edge and I pumped my cum into Kayla for the second time 
this evening. My balls drained themselves of every drop before I could 
stop. I shuddered to a stop my balls aching from the intense 
stimulation. I pulled away from Kayla and fell to her side. My poor cock 
shriveled up. Kayla snuggled into my side as I lay on my back while 
Brook snuggled into the other side. Their hands entwined around my cock 
coaxing it, but two cums so quickly had drained it.

We lay like that slowly drifting. Only vaguely do I remember the girls 
turning out the lights and going off to Brooke's room.

Big Changes

Six months to the day after Kathy had come over for dinner I was putting 
dinner on the table. This time there were four places set. Kathy on my 
right and Brooke and Kayla in the other two places. They were laughing 
and giggling. Kathy put her hand on mine as I sat down.

"Our first dinner as a family," Kathy said.

Looking around the table at the three women laughing and having such a 
good time made me reminisce about the last six months. The evening after 
my fantasy night with Brooke and Kayla, Kathy had come over for dinner. 
She made me describe the evening in vivid detail. We had both gotten so 
hot that she dragged me into the bedroom and we fucked liked crazed 
rabbits. The girls kept pushing us together, dinner at her house, a 
picnic in the park. Of course, they didn't push us together every night. 
Some nights Kayla would come over and Brooke would go to see Kathy. 
Other nights Brooke would stay home and crawl into bed with me. I was 
like a Sultan with his harem.

After a few months I began to realize how much I looked forward to 
seeing Kathy. The sex was incredible because she loved the dirty deed 
and pursued erotic pleasures wholeheartedly. What finally started to 
dawn on me was how much fun we had when we weren't fucking. Kathy was 
bright and witty. She always kept me on my toes but in a fun way. She 
had an uncanny perceptiveness about me; picking me up when I was down 
and joining in the revels when I was happy. I began to realize that I 
was happier when she was with me. I asked her to move in. When the girls 
heard, I thought my ears would burst from the screaming and jumping 
around. Brooke had joined me in bed that night for an emotional and 
lovely night. She took over as soon as she crawled under the blanket. 
First, giving me a slow and sensuous blow job and followed by a slow and 
sensuous fuck that left both of us drained and happy. I fell asleep with 
her cuddled in my arms.

Looking around the table tonight I was happier than I had been in ten 
years. After dinner we went into the living room and Kathy took the 
floor. Motioning the girls quiet she announced in a formal voice, "In 
honor of the first night we are all together, the girls and I have 
decided to allow you the choice of who you sleep with this first night."

The alarm siren went off full throttle. No way was I going to make the 
Choice of Paris and forever after have the other two mad at me. Damn, 
that choice kicked off a war that lasted ten years. I ain't no fool. 
Thinking as fast as I could I said with equal formality, "Thank you for 
such an honor, which I am unworthy of, but I love all three of you too 
much to be able to make a decision like that."

Kathy smiled her little catbird smile. "In that case all three of us 
will join you tonight." The girls jumped up, grabbed an arm each and 
started dragging me to the bedroom. I looked over at Kathy and saw her 
wink. Hook, line and sinker again. She knew exactly what I'd do and had 
told the girls exactly what to do as well. The girls threw me on the bed 
and started peeling off my clothes as Kathy watched while undressing 
herself. When I was stripped the girls sat back to admire their 
handiwork. Kathy peeled off her panties and crawled up on the bed 
between my legs. My cock was at three-quarter stature when she bent over 
it and took it in her mouth. Their eyes were glued to the scene as Kathy 
sucked at the knob of my cock and ran her tongue around the length.

"Are you two going to sit there with your clothes on?" I asked.

"No!" "No way." They answered in unison and they threw their clothes 
off. Kayla was stripped first so I pulled her to me for a kiss. Kathy 
continued working my cock with her mouth. When Brooke was naked she 
glanced at Kayla and both girls attacked me showering me with kisses and 
licks. They moved south and joined Kathy at my cock. The girls took 
turns sucking my cock and fondling my balls as Kathy gave them pointers 
on technique.

Brooke had my cock in her mouth and Kathy was licking my balls so Kayla 
was just watching at the moment. I motioned to her. "I want to eat you," 
I said. She smiled and planted her knees on both sides on my face. I 
pried apart her labia and shoved my tongue into her pussy. I was 
rewarded with a flood of her juice. I ran my tongue around her clitoris 
teasing it before stabbing and licking her little button.

I felt Brooke mount me cowgirl and slide down over my cock. I was 
fucking both girls, one with my cock and the other with my tongue. 
Brooke was bouncing on my cock as I sucked Kayla's clitoris into my 
mouth. I fucked her with my lips while sucking and lashing it with my 
tongue. She went crazy bouncing around on my face. I had to hold her 
down so I could keep sucking her. I was flooded with her cum as she went 
stiff above me. I licked her slowly as she came down from her orgasm. 
Her whole body went slack and she fell to the side still moaning from 
the intense cum. Brooke picked up speed and I felt her pussy ripple 
around my cock as she went over the top before collapsing on top of me. 
Her pussy continued to shudder around my cock as she came back to earth.

I felt Kathy slap her on the butt, "My turn. Don't be a hog."

Brooke sighed and rolled over next to Kayla as Kathy mounted me. She 
held my cock straight up and aimed it at the heart of her pussy. As she 
slid down it she moaned, "Oh, God. That feels so wonderful. Hmmm." Kathy 
took her time slowly fucking herself. I reached up and softly pulled and 
played with her nipples.

Brooke and Kayla were kissing. I watched as Brooke twisted around and 
moved over Kayla into a sixty-nine. Brooke's tongue lashed out at 
Kayla's red and wet pussy. Watching my daughter and her best friend, who 
was also my lover, was exciting me beyond description. My whole body 
tingled watching my baby girl lap at her friend's pussy.

Kathy continued her slow dance on my cock taking it deeply and then 
sliding it along her clitoris. She started to pick up speed just a 
little and her eyes closed as her whole body went tense while she very 
deliberately ground her pussy against my cock. A low moaning keen 
floated from her throat as she shuddered and then threw back her head. I 
tweaked her nipples hard and her cum rippled through her. Her head fell 
forward and then she collapsed onto me.

I petted her back as she recovered. But the girls beside us distracted 
me. Kathy opened her eyes and saw the hunger in my look fixated on the 
girls. She smiled. "Still hungry dear?"

I smiled back, "Looks like it."

"I better get out of the way so I don't get trampled in the rush," she 
said quietly in my ear.

After Kathy lay beside down me, my desire to have Kayla took over. The 
girls were still in their sixty-nine. I rolled toward them and then 
knelt behind Kayla. Brooke was lapping at her pussy as I moved closer. 
She saw my cock aiming toward Kayla and broke off to hold open Kayla's 
pussy as my cock found her opening. Kayla's head snapped back and she 
looked around.

"OH! God, yes! Fuck me." I slid into Kayla as she dropped her head to 
lap at Brooke's pussy. Brooke kept her tongue working on Kayla's 
distended clitoris as I pumped her pussy. The double fucking quickly 
sent Kayla to the crest and I felt her pussy clasp my cock like a vise. 
Her orgasm rippled along the walls of her pussy. That sent me over the 
edge and I exploded into her grasping pussy. Shot after shot I spent my 
cum in her. I slammed into Kayla one last time as I spent my last drops 
of cum.

Holding my cock deeply in her, I heard Brooke from below say, "Jesus. I 
could see them cumming. I could see his cock cumming in Kayla." I pulled 
out of Kayla. Brooke's gaze was fixed on my cock and Kayla's pussy. As I 
left her she fell to the side. "God that was something," she said.

I fell back against the headboard drained.

Brooke's hands went down to her pussy. Kathy looked over and asked, "Did 
you cum baby?"

"No. Kayla kinda got distracted," Brooke answered.

"Let me help baby," Kathy said as she lay between Brooke's outstretch 
legs. Her tongue lanced out as she buried her face in Brooke's pussy.

"Yes. Please make me cum." I watched entranced as Kathy went to work on 
my daughter's pussy. Her mouth was glued to Brooke's pussy and her hands 
snaked up to grab a nipple in each hand. She twirled and pinched her 
nipples while fucking her pussy with lips and tongue. Brooke was already 
close and soon her hips were bouncing and her stomach was undulating in 
time with the lapping of her pussy. Her breath came in short gasps, her 
hands dug into the sheets and she came explosively. Kathy's face was 
awash in girl cum as Brooke mashed her pussy against Kathy's face.

When Brooke stopped Kathy lifted her head. She was a sight, her face 
glazed with Brooke's cum and a smile on her lips.

"Come here," I said. She rose to her knees and crawled over to me as 
Brooke whimpered out the last of her orgasm. I pulled Kathy to me and 
kissed her tasting my daughter on her lips. Kathy snuggled into my side 
after our kiss. Kayla had recovered and snuggled into my other side. 
Brooke joined us by crawling over me.

She and Kathy shared a quick kiss, "Thanks, Mom," she said.

Kathy looked surprised and then she realized what Brooke had said. She 
pulled her back for another kiss this one of affection. "You're welcome 
daughter."

Kayla threw her arms around Brooke, "That means were really sisters 
now," as she kissed Brooke. The three women started crying and kissing 
and hugging each other while I just tried to keep breathing buried as I 
was under their squirming bodies.

When they finally calmed down, I pulled Kathy to one side and Kayla to 
the other as Brooke settled in the middle on top of me. "I guess we 
really are a family now."

Kayla looked a little apprehensive and asked, "Can I call you Daddy?"

I kissed her forehead, "Yes sweetheart. Of course you can."

She smiled a wicked smile that reminded me of Kathy's smile when she had 
just out-maneuvered me. "That's good." She reached down and wrapped her 
hand around my cock. "I've always heard that incest is best. I can't 
wait for my new Daddy to fuck me and find out if it really is."

Kathy and Brooke started giggling and Brooke told her, "Take my word for 
it. It is the best."

Kathy looked over the pile of bodies and pulled my face to hers for a 
brief kiss. "Well honey, looks like we're going to need a bigger bed."



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