Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

Yeah, that's right. I fucked my busty, 18 year old cock-teasing stepdaughter because of an earthquake. And not just any earthquake -- an earthquake that only measured 3.4 on the Richter scale with an epicenter almost a hundred miles away. Christ, my washing machine makes the house shake more.

I'd married Krissy's mother, Marie, about two years earlier, and we had dated for a couple of years before that. During that time, I saw Krissy blossom from a gawky teenage tomboy to a blonde sexpot. There was a time there, when she was sixteen and seventeen, when I think her mother had to buy her a new bra every couple of months. By the time Krissy stopped growing she was a 32F, short and petite like her mother and with her mother's slim build and fantastic curves. If I hadn't already been plenty satisfied by Marie, I might have lusted after Krissy, but as it was, Marie made it her business to always keep me satisfied.

Marie was particular about how she liked her sex. Fucking always energized her, so she liked to start every morning by waking me up with a blowjob. Once I was good and hard, she sat on top of my cock and rode me as long as she could, cumming over and over and whooping like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Often, when she was reaching a series of rapid-fire climaxes, she raised her arms above her head, jiggling her huge tits and corkscrewing her hips in every direction imaginable, yipping and giggling and just flat-out screaming, "Fuck fuck fuckme! Fuck fuck fuckme!"

As if I wasn't already. When I finally came she could always feel my cum hitting the walls of her womb, and she responded by grinning evilly while she squeezed her pussy muscles to milk every drop of sperm out of my cock. Then, while I was deflating, she jumped off me, slurped my cock into her mouth and licked me clean, and she was off to fix breakfast for Krissy and me. "It's always important to start the day right!" she said, beaming as she put the scrambled eggs in front of us.

I never said anything to Krissy, but I'm sure she heard us. Hell, I'm pretty sure not only the next door neighbors but even the people across the street could hear Marie screaming every morning while she fucked my brains out. Krissy never let on with a single word or glance that there was anything noteworthy.

At night, Marie was a totally different person when it came to sex. Like I said, sex for Marie was invigorating. At the end of a good fuck -- and they were always good fucks -- Marie liked to jump out of bed and do things. But that was totally inappropriate at night, when what she wanted and needed was quiet time so she could wind down and relax.

So she sucked me. For an hour at a time. Usually more. Sometimes she curled up in a fetal position around my groin and suckled my hard cock like a nursing baby, holding the shaft lovingly in both hands while she slurped quietly, purring occasionally with contentment. And when, inevitably, I came in her mouth, she whimpered with happiness at her well-earned reward. Her quiet shivers in the midst of sucking me off were a sure sign that she was climaxing while giving me head. When she came, she often took her mouth away from my cock for just a moment, looked me lovingly in the eye and smiled open-mouthed and wide-eyed as if I had given her the most loving, sensitive gift in the world. And then she would go back to sucking.

When she sucked me, whether curled up beside me on the bed or kneeling worshipfully between my legs while I sat in the easy chair next to the dresser, Marie seemed to go into another zone entirely, a zone where nothing existed but my cock and her mouth and her contentment and satisfaction at tasting my pre-cum and then, the final reward, a cum bath in her mouth that made her shiver with another quiet orgasm. "I love you so much, Danny," she sometimes whispered when, satisfied that she had gotten the last drop from me, she finally took her mouth off my deflating cock. "And I love how you taste."

After we'd been married a couple of years, Marie got into an odd kind of roleplay with me during her evening suck marathons. She started calling me "Daddy".

"You don't mind, do you sweetheart?" she asked, putting on a little girl voice when I asked her about it.

"No, I don't mind, exactly, but . . . I mean, why? I don't remind you of your father, do I?" To be honest, the thought that she was fantasizing about a seventy-five year old guy while sucking me off wasn't exactly exciting for me, but I was willing to go with it if that really turned her on.

"No, no. It's not my dad. I guess it's just a sort of generic 'Daddy' type of fantasy." She paused a second, licked my cock from the base all the way to the tip and then plunged her mouth down over the head. She became engrossed in bobbing her head on my pole more vigorously for a minute or so. I cradled her blonde head in my hands and guided her mouth up and down while the sound of slurping filled the bedroom. Her eyes closed in a sort of cocksucking trance and she shivered again. Her cumming while sucking me was the greatest turn-on that I have ever experienced with any woman. Ever.

Finally she pulled her head off my cock with a loud pop and grinned and started using both hands to jack me off. By that time I had completely forgotten our conversation and was lost in the sensation of her warm wet mouth rising and falling on my cock. I was surprised when she started speaking again. "I don't imagine I ever told you about my first boyfriend, Stan." She kissed the tip of my cock just to let me know she hadn't forgotten her most important task. Her hands started corkscrewing up and down on my pole. She grinned at me with utter happiness at the sensations that she was giving me. The viewpoint that I had was of her, curled up before me, smiling like a little girl, holding my cock before her and staring at it and rubbing it and loving the touch and smell of cock. My cock.

"Stan?" I gasped, trying to follow what she was saying. She licked the underside of my head, purring.

"Stan was a linebacker for our high school football team. Huge guy -- built like, well, a linebacker, you know? When I stood next to him for our prom picture it looked almost like a trick photograph, him as big as a refrigerator and me barely five feet tall, practically lost in my older sister's old gown, nothing but tits and ass and barely as tall as his chest." Her mouth came down again on my dick and I felt her tongue swirl around my cockhead. "You don't mind me talking about an old boyfriend, do you?" She opened her mouth wide to take me in again and I beat her to it, using both my hands to push her wet, open mouth onto my cock. She gagged slightly as my cockhead hit the back of her throat.

I let her go and she came back up for air, giggling. "No fair! I was trying to say something!" She licked me again, starting at the bottom of my cock and going all the way to the tip, where she again swirled her tongue all the way around the tip of my cock. "Where was I? Oh, yeah, Stan. He was so big that I looked tiny next to him, and so when we were alone he started calling me 'baby doll' and 'little girl' and the next thing you know, I started calling him 'Daddy'. I've had a 'Daddy' thing ever since."

"So you think of your old boyfriend Stan when we fuck?" I guess thinking about her high school sweetheart was slightly better than thinking about her geriatric old man, but I still wasn't crazy about it.

"Oh, Danny. I haven't seen Stan in years. It's not like I've got anything against him, but I have no desire to look him up again." She went back to stroking my cock up and down, up and down, up and down. "God I love your cock," she said, and kissed the tip again. "What I'm trying to say is," and now she started rubbing my cock all over her face, caressing it all the while, "that I guess that first sexual experience has had an effect on me ever since. I love the idea of my tiny body being under the control of a bigger man, a 'Daddy' figure who guides my mouth onto his cock and who rewards me with his yummy sperm. YOUR yummy sperm, Danny. Your delicious, copious cum that fills my mouth every night." She plunged her mouth all the way down my cock, burying her nose in my pubic hair for an instant before coming up for air again. "Don't you want to be my Daddy, Danny?"

How could I refuse? So I pulled her head back on my cock and guided my wife, my baby girl, up and down for another ten minutes until I sprayed a huge load of baby batter into her throat. From then on my wife Marie, a hellion who fucked me senseless every morning, became my big titted baby girl every night, whimpering for Daddy cock and begging for Daddy cum to fill her mouth and Daddy cream to help her sleep.

So where was I? The earthquake, right? The minor, insignificant earthquake that shifted the ground under our house's foundations just barely enough not to harm the house, but enough to slightly dislodge the door frame to our bedroom making it impossible to close the door entirely. When I discovered that the quake had damaged the door jamb, my first thought was to check under the house to see if there was more extensive damage. But my second thought was fear that my wife's breathtaking nightly suckathons might end.

I had nothing to worry about. Just as she didn't seem to notice or care that her orgasmic screaming for a half hour or so every morning had any effect on her teenage daughter, Marie wasn't fazed by the idea that we might be disturbed by Krissy walking down the hall and seeing her mother kneeling in front of me worshiping my big cock. And any shyness or misgivings that I had disappeared the first night after the quake, the moment she knelt between my legs, looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and whispered, "Daddy, can I please suck your cock?"

The first couple of days were not bad. Because of a heavy work schedule, I didn't have time to go down to the hardware store and get the parts necessary to fix the door. But Krissy was studying for midterms, so she was holed up every night in her bedroom anyway, rock music blaring through the door while she pushed her way through calculus problems and the causes of the First World War and French verb conjugations. Every time I tried to close the bedroom door it stayed in place for a moment, but the doorknob was slightly off kilter since the quake and would no longer catch, and after a few minutes the door drifted open. If anyone had walked by, they would have seen me leaning back in the overstuffed chair facing towards the door and Marie, topless with her back to the door, visible only by her bare back and the bobbing of her head up and down on my rigid cock. And every once in a while, when she came up for air, her happy whisper: "It's so big, Daddy. Am I doing it right?"

Krissy caught us on the third night. Well, "caught" might not be the right word. It's not as if she interrupted Marie's slurping on her Daddy meat. Marie was in her own world, a world that consisted only of her mouth and my cock, as she lazily licked up and down, occasionally hefting my balls in one hand and tickling my ballsack.

Marie may have been in a trance, but I wasn't. I heard Krissy's door open, heard the footsteps as Krissy walked toward the bathroom at the other end of the hall. I looked up, dreading what would happen as Marie continued to suckle contentedly at my cock. I saw Krissy's shadow precede her in the hall and tensed in anticipation. Just as Krissy came even with our bedroom door, Marie's mouth came off my cock long enough for her to say in her best little-girl voice, "Oh Daddy, I love your big cock so much!"

Krissy looked me square in the eye and my face turned beet red. Reflexively, I put both hands on Marie's head and pushed her mouth deeper down on my cock, as if I could somehow hide her, or maybe hide my cock inside her mouth. It was stupid, but it was the sort of stupidity that people do when they are caught doing stupid things.

Krissy stopped in her tracks. She stared into my eyes, then looked down at the back of her mother's head, then back at me. Far from embarrassed, her first response was break into a lopsided grin that she quickly covered with her hand, obviously to keep from laughing out loud. I know it was no surprise to Krissy that her mother and I had sex -- a lot. She'd have to be deaf to be unaware. So I guess finding her mother roleplaying a little girl while sucking cock was not as shocking as I would have thought. After a moment, Krissy walked on to the bathroom and a minute later I heard the toilet flush. Marie kept slurping and cooing.

She was still mewling over my cock a few moments later when Krissy walked back down the hall on her way back to her room. This time Krissy stopped in front of the doorway, laughing silently. Looking me in the eye again, she opened her mouth in a wide "O". With one hand she pantomimed thrusting a cock in and out of her mouth. She stopped, smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. Then she was gone, and I heard the quiet click of her bedroom door when she went back to studying. 

------X------ 

The next morning I was more self conscious than usual while Marie and I fucked. Marie usually liked to be on top but this morning she went for the missionary position. I thrust into her over and over, gradually forcing her body to slide up the bed toward the headboard. When her body slid too far up the bed, she reached her arms back behind her to brace herself against the headboard, so that every thrust on my part banged the headboard against the wall behind the bed. She screamed out every time I thrust: "Fuck!" Bang. "Me!" Bang. "Fuck!" Bang. "Me!" Over and over for fifteen minutes, her big tits bouncing wildly in every direction as she shook like a little rag doll, interspersed with cries of, "Oh, God Danny, give me that fat cock! Cock Cock COCK!" Bang. "Cock!" Bang. "Cock!"

A few minutes later we were all eating breakfast – waffles this time – and Krissy acted as if nothing had happened. No sly winks, no looking at the floor, no acknowledgment at all that she had seen her mother kneeling at my feet while I fucked her face, or that only a few minutes earlier Mom had been begging me at the top of her lungs to fuck her harder Harder HARDER. We talked briefly about Krissy's English exam, and then it was off to school and work for all three of us.

That day I swore to myself that I would fix the fucking door, but I got held up at work and the hardware store was closed by the time I got there. So after dinner, when Marie and I went to our bedroom for some "Daddy time", the door drifted open again and I tensed myself for being the subject of another peepshow.

And what a peepshow it was. I lay back in the easy chair and Marie deftly unbuckled my belt, then pulled off my pants. She unbuttoned her blouse, took off her 34F bra, and sat briefly on the arm of the chair so that I could play with and suck her tits for a minute before she got on her knees and went to work kissing my dick. Just as Marie settled herself on the ground, I heard a faint click down the hall accompanied by an increase in the volume of the rock & roll while Krissy opened, then closed the door to her bedroom.

"Daddy Daddy Daddy," Marie moaned as she rubbed the length of my cock along her left cheek, then kissed the head and moved my cock over to her right cheek, marking her face with my precum. "Love Daddy cock."

The door drifted slightly more open. Then Krissy walked past, hardly pausing at all on her way to the kitchen other than to confirm that her mother was in her accustomed place, sucking contentedly while I stroked her hair in approval. A moment later, Krissy returned, carrying a folding chair and a bowl.

Of popcorn. Again giving me a silent thumbs up with one hand, Krissy sat down in the chair just outside the door in the hallway and set the bowl of popcorn on her lap. For the next fifteen minutes, while her mother cooed and whimpered over my cock, alternating between quiet slurping and occasional bouts of frenzied bobbing, Krissy quietly sat, smiling that same lopsided smile and occasionally wagging her head back and forth with a open-mouthed grin as if she were at a rock concert digging her favorite band playing her favorite song.

The whole time, I held Marie's head gently in my hand, ready to guide her gaze back to my cock in case she showed any sign of turning toward the door. But at moments like these, Marie's entire universe consisted of my cock and her Daddy fantasy. "Love cock," she murmured, then thrust her mouth downward on my shaft and shook in another cocksucking orgasm. "Love your cock." Krissy smiled even wider and nodded her head as if to say, "Go for it, Stepdad!" After several minutes that seemed to last forever, Krissy finally ran out of popcorn and went back to her room. She took her chair with her.

The next morning was more nothing. No acknowledgment. No discomfort on Krissy's part, no improper familiarity toward her mother and stepfather. It was as if nothing had happened. It was a normal morning with normal pancakes for breakfast accompanied by normal maple syrup. I wanted to take Krissy aside and say something to her, but what? What could I possibly say that would not make an awkward situation worse? So I said . . . nothing.

That night after dinner while Krissy was supposedly in her room studying for her Econ exam we went back at it as usual. Marie lovingly caressed my cock: "Love you. Love your cock." Slurp. "No man has ever made me cum just from sucking." Slurp, slurp. Lick. "Oh, Daddy, I just want to give you everything, every . . ." and then she interrupted herself by plunging her mouth down onto my cock as if she couldn't hold herself back any more. And she shivered with another orgasm which, impossible as I thought it would have been, made my cock pulse and get even harder.

And then I looked up and saw Krissy again. She had dragged out the chair and the popcorn again, but this time, instead of being dressed in her normal t-shirt and jeans – a pretty sexy outfit by itself, given the way the shirt stretched itself tightly over her big boobs and the jeans defined the way her fantastic round ass stuck out as if waiting to be smacked – no, instead of her usual tight shirt and jeans, she was wearing an almost see-through yellow babydoll nightie that highlighted her amazing 32F teenage tits and her gorgeous crossed legs. When her eyes met mine and she knew that I had seen her, she lifted one of her hands in a little greeting, wiggling her fingers as if she was waving hello to a little boy. Then she popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth and watched the show.

"Love Daddy," murmured Marie, totally engrossed in my cock. "Love Daddy cock." Then she sucked me some more. And some more after that.

My attention was split between my gorgeous, busty wife curled up at my feet and worshiping my cock versus my gorgeous, busty stepdaughter who sat there watching the action. Really, if it weren't for the fact that I was already getting sex twice a day with the occasional extra thrown in on weekends – that's sixty or seventy mindblowing orgasms a month, if you're counting – I would probably have been lusting after Krissy with her slim build and her outrageously large tits. But the fact was, Marie was already draining my balls so much every day that I had no need to ruin a fantastic marriage by lusting after my wife's daughter as well. So even if Krissy was built like a brick shithouse, with a rack that rivaled her mother's, and curly blonde hair that was slightly lighter in tone than her mother's, and gorgeous lips that reminded me of her mother's expert cocksucking lips, and a tummy that was slightly more trim than her mother's (if that was possible), well, I was spoken for.

Yet there she was. Eating popcorn while I put on a sex show for an audience of one. Crossing and uncrossing her bare legs like she was in that Sharon Stone movie. The nightie, already pretty damn short, rode higher up her thighs every time she moved.

And her tits. While Marie shuddered and moaned over my cock, whispering her love of Daddy meat, I looked at her daughter's nipples, visible through the gauzy yellow fabric. Really, the two women could almost be sisters, they were both so gorgeous and sexy and fuckable. What would it be like to have both of them?

Krissy reached the end of her popcorn and started licking her fingers one by one. I grabbed her mother's head and started fucking her face. Thrusting upward over and over into her mouth, Marie began to gag while, a few feet away, Krissy lazily slipped one finger after another into her mouth, in and out, sucking each finger clean of butter and driving me crazy. "Do you love Daddy?" I asked.

"Mmm! Mmm!" said Marie, her mouth too full to say anything more. Krissy smiled even wider and pinched one of her nipples.

"Then it's time to drink Daddy's love, sweetheart," I said, thrusting deeper into Marie's throat and pumping what seemed like a quart of sperm straight into her stomach.

Krissy carefully took the popcorn bowl off her lap and put it on the ground next to her chair. Then she brought both hands together and pantomimed clapping for my performance. While Marie lovingly licked all the sperm and saliva off of my cock, Krissy quietly picked up her chair and bowl and went back to her bedroom.

Despite feeling absolutely drained sexually, I still dreamt of sex all that night. In my dream, I fucked Marie nonstop all night long while Krissy sat on the edge of the bed yelling encouragement. "Fuck her, Daddy!" the dream Krissy said. "Fuck the shit out of her! Fuck her with that big cock of yours until she can't walk straight!"

In the middle of the night I reached over to Marie and pulled her head down to my crotch. "Daddy's tense, sweetheart," I whispered. "Suck me."

So she did. After I shot a load of sperm into her, she kept my cock in her mouth, suckling it lovingly while she drifted back to sleep. When my dream revved up again a little later, Marie already had my cock in her mouth and, still asleep, she sucked me to another orgasm. She stayed that way, curled up around my crotch with my cock in her mouth and her hands reaching around to my ass, for the rest of the night. An hour or so later I got hard again and gave her another dose of cum, and then another after that. Marie, for her part, cooed and mewled and sucked, all without even waking up. Dreaming and getting sucked and getting sucked some more, I pumped cum into my wife's loving mouth over and over. In the dream Krissy sat on the bed beside us, getting closer and closer every time I came until finally, toward dawn, the dream Krissy was right next to me on the bed, whispering in my ear, "Cum, Danny. Please cum in us, Daddy." It was the best dream and one of the sexiest nights of my life.

 ------X------ 

The next day I went to the hardware store and bought a new door knob and a few odds and ends. When I got home, I pretended to work on the door for a while after dinner, but then gave up after a half an hour. "I think I got the wrong parts," I explained to mother and daughter. Marie didn't care much one way or the other, but Krissy just smirked. It was the first time she had given any sign of what had been happening at night.

When Marie started worshiping Daddy cock a little while later, I didn't bother trying to close the door. Instead, I let it drift wide open. And sure enough, a few minutes later Krissy came out with her folding chair.

No popcorn this time. Krissy was dressed in more normal bed clothes: loose little shorts and a comfortable top. If it wasn't clear from the start that she wasn't wearing a bra, it became obvious within a minute or two. While Marie focused on my cock and whispered Daddy endearments, Krissy reached up under her blouse and started playing with her big tits. "Are you a tit man?" she mouthed to me silently. She quickly lifted up the blouse giving me a flash of tits that lasted only a fraction of a second.

In response I thrust harder into her mother's mouth. "I love your tits," I said, reaching down to fondle her mother's fantastic rack. "Love my baby girl's big tits."

Marie took her mouth off my cock briefly, giggled and said, "Thank you, Daddy. They're just for you. Only you." Then she went back to kissing the length of my cock. Krissy blew me a kiss.

While Marie sucked my cock, Krissy got more active. With the rock music still blaring from her bedroom down the hall, Krissy caressed her big tits every way she could think of. Sometimes she played with her tits through the fabric of her t-shirt, other times she reached under the shirt and played with them under the cloth. Either way, all I could think of was how huge they were on her slim frame and how much I wanted it to be my hands instead of hers mauling her big tits and jiggling them in my hands. Marie gasped and shivered at my feet, experiencing another suck orgasm, and I pulled her head downward on my pole in encouragement.

Finally, at the end of one song, Krissy pulled up her shirt and bared her large breasts. She hefted both of them in her hands and shook her big tits at me as if she was offering them to me. Her mouth was open like she was laughing silently, but at the same time I could see that a big part of the sexual charge for her was that she knew she was only teasing me. The huge tits, the wide sexy grin -- you can look but don't touch, they aren't for you, she was saying with her eyes. Or were they?

I shut my eyes and shot a load of cream down her mother's eager mouth. When I opened them again, Krissy was gone.

The next morning Marie outdid herself: fruit salad with mangoes and papayas alongside scrambled eggs. "We need to keep Daddy in tip top condition, don't we sweetie?" she said to Krissy as she put the plate in front of me.

Sex that morning had been fantastic, breathtaking. Marie and I fucked so hard that I was actually afraid I would die of pleasure from her bouncing relentlessly on my cock for a half an hour. When I came, I actually saw stars. After Marie jumped off me without so much as a peck on the cheek and ran into the kitchen to start breakfast, I swore to check the internet to see how often people died of heart attacks during sex. I felt my pulse, which was finally starting to go down after a fucking session so intense it seemed it could only end in orgasmic death. I might be a candidate for the emergency ward.

That night Krissy upped the ante again. She appeared in the doorway only a few moments after her mother settled in for her nightly cum feeding.

No chair this time. She had turned up the volume on the music in her bedroom and left the door open, so the sound of long guitar solos reverberated through the hallway. Dressed in a tight t-shirt and panties, Krissy began to dance.

Marie was in the zone, rubbing my cock all over her big tits and her neck and face, giving my cock little Eskimo kisses with her nose and basking in the smell of my manhood. "Daddy," she whined, like a little girl asking for a toy, "Will you paint your little girl's mouth tonight? Will you please fill my mouth with Daddy cock? Please, Daddy?" Then without warning she plunged her mouth down all the way to the root, deepthroating me and fucking her face with my cock.

Krissy went wide-eyed at her mother's cocksucking skills, but didn't miss a beat. Every time a big guitar riff came on, Krissy played air guitar. Her left arm rose in the air at an angle, while her right arm went down towards her panties, wiggling like she was picking the strings frantically. Her hips thrust forward and her big tits, unrestrained by any bra, bounced under her t-shirt. Marie continued to deepthroat me, all the way to my pubic hair, then back up to the very tip of my head, then again all the way down, over and over, barely catching her breath each time as she bobbed her head up and down in time with the music. "I love you, babygirl," I gasped, gripping Marie's hair while looking Krissy in the eye.

When I finally came, it happened on the upswing of one of Marie's deepthroat plunges, with the result that I sprayed her face with cum. Marie just giggled and started scooping the sperm with her fingers, sliding it into her mouth. "Daddy made a mess!" she giggled. I looked over to the doorway and Krissy was gone again.

The next day I skipped lunch and instead took a long walk during my lunch hour. Sexy as this was, I told myself, it had to stop. The fact was, I loved Marie with all my heart. Mindblowing sex and mouth-watering body aside, I enjoyed her company, her intelligence, her wit, her loyalty. Even if she weren't my wife, I'd still want her for my best friend. Was I so stupid that I was willing to endanger that for the sake of her (equally sexy) daughter?

Besides, I had the strong sense that as sexy as Krissy was acting, it was only that: an act. It wasn't that I believed Krissy was a naive virgin who didn't realize the effect she had on men and on me in particular. No, she clearly knew exactly what she was doing. But I couldn't believe that she would ever go behind her mother's back and actually have sex with her mom's husband. That sort of thing may happen in porno flicks, but beneath that extraordinarily fuckable little body, Krissy was a real person who really loved her mother. There was something in her eyes and in that ironic smirk that made me sure Krissy would push away any physical advances from me, even if she had encouraged them in the first place. And then my marriage would go down the drain. Yeah, she was sexy as hell, but I would have to be a disloyal fool to act on Krissy's sexy come-ons.

That night I asked Marie to clear the table by herself so that I could have a talk with Krissy about her schoolwork. Actually, Krissy was doing fine with school, but it was the best excuse I could think of to get her alone.

"So what did you want to talk about, Danny?" she asked.

"This has got to stop, Krissy," I began.

"What?"

"Cut the crap. You know what. The hallway. The popcorn. The air guitar."

She giggled. It sounded just like her mother right after an orgasm. My dick pulsed in my pants. "You don't like air guitar -- Daddy?"

"I like air guitar just fine -- when Bill and Ted do it in the movies. In the hallway while I'm having sex with your mother, not so much. And I'm not your Daddy, I'm your stepdad. Why don't you just call me Danny like you always have?"

"You like it when Mom calls you Daddy."

My cock started to get hard. I shut my eyes to blot out the look of Krissy's blonde hair and the red lipstick on her blowjob lips and tried to will my penis into softness, but without much success. "That's . . . well, that's different. And I'm sure I don't have to explain to you the difference."

"No, why don't you explain it to me?"

"Okay, Krissy, your mother enjoys certain . . . roleplaying fantasies . . . sometimes when we're winding down at night. It's not that strange, and it's none of your business, and it's beside the point. The point is that I love your mother and you love your mother and neither of us wants to do anything that would ever hurt her. So please. Just cut it out, huh?"

Krissy smirked, suppressing an outright laugh. I got up to leave, hoping that when I stood up my hard-on wouldn't look awkward. I wished that I had an opportunity to rearrange my pants, but that would be so obvious it would probably make things worse.

"I hope I've got my message across," I said as I stood up.

Krissy gave that lopsided smile of hers as she looked at my cock bulging out obscenely from my pants, then looked up again at my face. I began to blush as she looked back again at my cock, poking out straight toward her. "Oh, yeah, I got the message all right. See you around -- Daddy."

I beat a hasty retreat. That didn't go well.

That night we listened to more guitar-heavy rock. While Marie kissed the underside of my cock and gave me the handjob of my life, corkscrewing both hands up and down my pole, Krissy silently stood right in the doorway to our bedroom. She lifted both her arms a little above her head, braced her hands against either side of the door frame and began undulating to the music. "Daddy Daddy," Marie moaned. "Feed me your cock. Fuck my face, Daddy."

The music beat became more insistent. Krissy's hip gyrations evolved into pelvic thrusts. Her little panty rode up into her pussy, making it almost like a thong. Her big tits bounced wildly under her blouse. Her eyes locked on mine while she laughed silently. "Daddy," she mouthed, mimicking her mother. "Fuck my face, Daddy."

I thrust deeper into Marie's mouth while I looked into Krissy's beautiful face. "Good girls suck their Daddy's cock," I instructed them.

Another guitar solo came up and Krissy took her hands off the door frame. While her mother's head plunged up and down on my cock, Krissy's left arm rose in the air playing the chords on an imaginary guitar neck. Her right hand went straight into her panties and began diddling her clit as if it were a guitar playing the sexiest song on earth. She thrust her crotch at me over and over while her mother blew me in time with the beat. Krissy's huge boobs bounced up and down while the drums kicked in, setting a tempo for mother and daughter.

I shot my first load of the night into Marie's mouth just as the song reached its peak. Marie shivered in another cum climax while she swallowed me. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "You take such good care of me." As if they had rehearsed it beforehand, mother and daughter both licked their lips at the same time. Even as it softened, my cock gave another lurch and spit out another load of cum for Marie to clean up with her tongue.

The next day was a federal holiday, one of those miscellaneous "celebrations" like Presidents Day or Martin Luther King Day or Veterans Day when you're supposed to think deep patriotic thoughts but in reality you're just thankful for a day off of work. Marie used the day off to paint an old bookcase that she'd bought at a garage sale, so instead of the usual skirt and blouse that she wore to the office, she dressed in ratty old jeans and an oil-stained t-shirt that she saved for tasks like this. To keep the paint out of her hair, she tied it up in two pigtails and topped it with an old baseball cap advertising a tire shop that had gone out of business five years ago. For my part, I dragged the ladder out of the garage and spent the day cleaning gutters and trimming dead tree limbs, then hauling the trash out to the organic recycling center on the edge of town. Krissy's reward for getting an A on her math exam was a free shopping trip to one of those stores on the mall that specializes in selling stylish but overpriced and cheaply made clothing to teenagers.

By the end of the day, Marie and I were beat but the chores were done. Krissy came in the door loaded down with shopping bags. The first words out of her mouth when her mother looked at the swag was to protest, "I swear -- I didn't spend a penny more than the limit!"

In the course of doing all these chores I never got around to fixing the door. Somehow other things seemed more important at the time -- after all, we don't want a dead tree limb to break off in a storm and hit the windows, do we? And if the gutters fill up with dead leaves, well, there's no telling what would happen.

I'm not blind to my own motivations. Every time I finished one task and went to another without taking a half hour to fix the damn door I knew that I was passing up an opportunity to put a stop to this whole sexy but ultimately self-destructive progression. No good could possibly come from Krissy's increasingly erotic gyrations behind Marie's back, and I knew that it could only end in some kind of disaster that would probably involve divorce from a woman whom I loved more than anyone else in the world. But the truth is that even thinking about the image of curvy little Krissy in the hallway, playing with her big tits and licking her lips, gave me a hardon that would not go away. I could not muster the strength of will to repair the fucking door.

After she was done with the bookcase, Marie washed up and changed her clothes to something cleaner and started on a dinner of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Along with being an insatiable dynamo in the sack, Marie was also a great cook, and even a simple dish like fried chicken and potatoes was fantastic when she was in charge of the stove. The only vestige of her painting activity from before was that she kept the pigtails when she cooked and ate dinner. "It's so much easier this way when you're working, either outside or in the kitchen," she explained. She twirled one of the pigtails in her finger and gave me a sexy look across the dinner table that I'm sure Krissy must have seen. "What do you think, Danny?"

It wasn't a school night, so Krissy didn't have homework, but she spent the evening in her room anyway listening to music and catching up on Facebook. Every once in a while I could hear thumping from her room, presumably from her dancing by herself in the privacy of her room -- something she had done ever since I'd first met her mother four years ago. Marie said it was Krissy's way of letting off steam, but now I was wondering if it was evolving into her way of getting steamed up.

Later that night, Marie and I settled into our nightly routine: her at my feet rubbing my pole all over her face and whispering how much she loved her Daddy's cock. "It's so big, Daddy!" she gushed. "Is it all for me?"

In response, I gently guided her mouth along the length of my dick. "Of course, sweetheart. Good girls get their reward. Now show me how you can suck me."

After several minutes, Krissy had not appeared, and I began to hope/dread that her game was finally over, that she would stop taunting me with her fuckable body. But just at the point when I began to relax by taking Marie's pigtails in both hands like handlebars to guide her head on my cock, Krissy appeared.

Now I saw the results of her shopping trip. Krissy had spent her reward for good grades on a plain white blouse that seemed several sizes too small for her big bust. The buttons in front strained to hold in her big tits, leaving gaps between the cloth where I could see through to her braless cleavage. The blouse had been cut away at the bottom, baring not only her midriff but also leaving a gap under her breasts where her big tits jutted out. And barely covering her ass and almost none of her legs was a tiny green plaid pleated schoolgirl-style uniform skirt, though the only schoolgirl who would wear such a thing would have to be moonlighting as a porn star. She had tied her blonde hair back in pigtails to match her mother's. Krissy lifted her index finger to her mouth and began licking it in a wanton display of pseudo-innocence that was designed to inflame me. It worked.

I lurched forward into her mother's mouth in a combination of surprise and lust. I pulled again on Marie's pigtails, bringing her deeper onto my pole. Marie gagged slightly, but then relaxed her throat and allowed me to control her mouth with her pigtails. "Show me how you love your Daddy!" I growled.

Krissy showed me. She made her mouth into an "O" shape and grabbed her own blonde pigtails just like I was grabbing her mother's. Then she pulled her mouth down onto an imaginary cock, keeping her eyes glued on mine the whole time.

It was the most obscene thing I think I have ever seen. There she was, an extraordinary girl with Barbie doll measurements, her tits nearly bursting through her torn blouse, her schoolgirl skirt barely providing any cover for her pantyless bottom. She was pantomiming utter submission to my cock while at the same time her eyes, her lovely young blue eyes, were still conveying mirth and joy at the fact that she was driving me absolutely crazy. Her mother gagged and drooled as I fucked her face mercilessly.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity. After the first few minutes, Krissy added to the show by thrusting her ass in and out in time with the music and with her imaginary blowjob. Taking mercy on Marie, I relaxed my grip on her pigtails, allowing her to go back to a more leisurely suck and lick of my fuckstick.

But Krissy did not stop. First one, then another of the buttons on her blouse popped off with her gyrations, exposing most of her huge tits while they bounced in time with her bobbing head. Keeping time with the music in the background, her ass continued to go back and forth like she was being fucked from behind, while she kept her hands on her pigtails, pulling herself down over and over onto what I imagined was my own dick fucking her face. "Good girl," I said over and over while looking into Krissy's eyes. "Good girl. Daddy's girl."

Marie mewed with pleasure and kissed the head of my cock in response, but that wasn't enough for me. I grabbed her pigtails and impaled her mouth on my cock again, forcing my dick down her throat. I began pulling her pigtails down in time with the music and in sync with Krissy's own pantomime.

I felt like I was fucking both their faces at once. My eyes were so riveted on Krissy's performance that I think I even stopped blinking for fear of missing a microsecond of her blonde head bobbing relentlessly and joyously up and down on the imaginary cock filling her wet, delicious mouth. "Suck Daddy," I said, looking directly into Krissy's eyes as her head nodded up and down in agreement and submission. "Good girls suck their Daddy."

Marie could only gurgle in response. "Glugg! Gugg!" I pulled again on her pigtails, bringing her mouth so far down my cock that her nose touched my pubic hairs. Marie gurgled again and spasmed, cumming on my cock.

She pulled her face off of my pole to catch her breath. "Thank you Daddy!" she said, grinning widely. Then after a quick, loving kiss to the tip of my cockhead, she quickly engulfed my dick again in her loving, cocksucking mouth.

I went back to holding my hands gently on Marie's head to set the rhythm for her as I leaned back in the chair and gave a wide smile of unrestrained joy to Krissy. Marie's habit of cumming from sucking me was the deepest and most intimate expression of love I had ever seen. It was also the sexiest thing I had ever experienced and the biggest sexual turn-on imaginable. Just the remembrance of her cumming from sucking me was enough to give me a hard-on at any time of the day or night. And now I was brazenly displaying Marie's cock worship to her daughter only a couple of feet away. I was showing off to Krissy my most prized possession: a woman (her mother) who sank to her knees between my legs every night and begged me to fuck her face.

 "I love your tight little body," I told them. "I love your beautiful big tits, I love your gorgeous fuckable ass. I love your lips going up and down on my cock. You're my girl," I said, stroking Marie's hair with both hands while I smiled possessively at Krissy. "MY girl."

I thrust deep into Marie's mouth and said it again: "MY girl!" Then I pulled her pigtails again, impaling her on my cock over and over, saying each time, "MY girl! MY girl! MY girl!" I stared into Krissy's eyes the whole time.

Marie drooled on my cock and gagged. Then she came again. Krissy stopped her gyrations and stared open-mouthed at her mother cumming twice in a row merely from sucking cock.

I slowed the pace and force of my thrusts, allowing Marie to relax a bit after her orgasm. "I love the way you cum. Good girls always cum for their Daddy," I said while leisurely pumping my shaft into Krissy's mother's mouth.

When Krissy straightened up from having pantomimed sucking and getting fucked, I saw that her skimpy schoolgirl costume had mostly come undone. Only one button remained on the blouse, which had ridden up on her so that it was bunched up near her collar bone, exposing her breasts. The minuscule plaid skirt was so far askew that one hip and half of her ass was showing. After all that activity she was breathing hard, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked like she had just been fucked.

My cock pulsed in a spasm of lust and my pelvis lurched, thrusting my cock deeper into Marie's welcoming throat. The moment was so perfect that I laughed out loud. "Good girl," I said.

Leaning my head all the way back, tilting my face toward Krissy and smiling at her the whole time, I gripped her mother's head and thrust deep into her throat with each word I uttered: "Good. . . good . . . girl." Krissy stared open-mouthed, her breasts heaving and bouncing with exertion and lust.

When I finally came it felt like an explosion in my head and my groin simultaneously. I filled Marie's mouth so well that cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth and onto her breasts. She smiled and rubbed my sperm into her nipples.

That night I dreamt of fucking fucking fucking. Fucking Marie in our bed. Fucking Marie on the kitchen table. Fucking Marie on the living room couch. Fucking Marie in the shower. And everywhere in my dream, Krissy was there, right next to us, whispering in my ear. Urging me on. Calling me Daddy. "Do it Daddy," she said. "Fuck her good."

I woke up with an aching hardon. I rolled over onto Marie and without any preliminaries drove my cock into her. She woke up immediately and wrapped her legs around my ass. "Do it Daddy. Fuck me good," she whispered in my ear, echoing her daughter's words from the dream.

The next night was Saturday. Christ, had this torture only been going on for less than a week? It seemed like forever, that my heart was going to burst from too many orgasms coupled paradoxically with too much unsatisfied lust. I really did need to check online about heart attacks. Krissy was going to kill me.

Most Saturdays Krissy went out on dates or with her girlfriends. Being such a knockout, she never lacked for boys asking her out, but she seldom stayed with any of them for more than a few weeks. To her credit -- and I chalk this up to her mother's sensible influence -- she was not like a lot of gorgeous girls, who become so used to men's attentions that they never get around to thinking about what they actually want from a young man beyond slavish attention and expensive gifts. Krissy almost never dated assholes, and the assholes who did make it through her screening disappeared after the first date.

Most of her dates were with a variety of guys -- sometimes the science kids, other times jocks and even a couple of shy boys who barely mustered the courage to say hello to her much less ask her out. If there was anything in common with the ones she stuck with, it was that they were decent kids who treated her with respect, even if they were chomping at the bit to get in her pants.

But even with her active social life, Krissy was not desperate to spend every weekend night on dates or on the prowl with her girl posse. It wasn't unusual at all that, like today, she would spend a quiet Saturday evening at home watching the tube or messing around on the internet.

I confess I was disappointed. I had hoped that she'd break the pattern of the last several days, have a nice evening out with friends, and maybe drop her cockteasing ways as a teenage lark that she had played out and finished. Then after a few days I could gather up the moral willpower to fix the damn door and we would be done with it. My marriage could go on without skirting the edge of ruin.

But no. Around the time that Marie and I settled into our bedroom so that she could indulge her Daddy fantasy, I saw the damn broken door drift open. The sound of music from Krissy's room got louder, shifting to more guitar-heavy rock songs.

I tensed up, and Marie could feel it. "What's the matter, Daddy?" she asked in her little girl voice. "Have you had a bad day?" She kissed my cock Hello, then buried the head in her mouth for a moment before releasing it with a pop. "You take such good care of us, Daddy. Let me make you feel good."

I bowed to the inevitable and let her suck me. I sighed as she began licking the length of my cock while jacking me off with one hand. It was only a matter of time, I knew.

Krissy didn't show for several minutes, lulling me into a sense of comfort and pleasure. Marie seemed to know exactly what would be both soothing and sexy. Her mouth bathed the tip of my cock while the fingertips of both hands caressed my rod.

Another song started up, and suddenly Krissy slid into view in the doorway like Tom Cruise in that movie from the eighties. She was dressed in a thong and a snug pullover blouse that was drawn tight over her big tits, showing every curve of her tits, her narrow waist and the flair of her hips. As the music heated up, she bounced and jiggled as much as she could, occasionally thrusting her hips forward. Her tits swayed and bounced under her top in such a way that it was almost hypnotic. Marie, meanwhile, was deep in her cocksucking trance, worshiping Daddy's rod.

"Daddy."

Slurp.

"Daddy."

Slurp.

"Love Daddy."

Then came the inevitable guitar solo. Krissy again raised her left hand in the air while her right hand went to her crotch. But there was no pretense this time that she was playing air guitar. Instead, she blatantly thrust her finger in and out of her pussy, while her right hand in the air swung about in circles like a rodeo rider swinging a lasso on a bucking horse. As the music went on, Krissy slowly circled around, undulating her hips in time to the music and her own self-pleasuring, exposing first her front, then her delicious tight round ass covered only by the thong. "Daddy," murmured Marie as her lips traced their way up my pole. "Love Daddy cock. Suck Daddy cock all night."

I think Krissy was either getting good at anticipating her mother's moans, or maybe the two sexpots, mother and daughter, were becoming psychically linked, because soon Krissy began mouthing the words that her mother was whispering. "Daddy," she mouthed as her mother spoke the actual words. "Love Daddy all night. Suck Daddy cock."

Marie shivered again and giggled with another orgasm, something that Krissy had come to recognize. Krissy stared at me in wonder for bringing her mother to orgasm merely by letting her suck me. Her fingers dug deeper in her pussy and started moving faster in and out while her mother moaned.

The music went on but Krissy was no longer paying attention to the beat. Instead, her masturbating thrusts took control, and she began writhing while still slowly twirling. She brought her hand to the hem of her blouse and pulled the clothing up to her collar, exposing her gorgeous tits to me. She began mauling her tits while finger fucking herself, biting her lower lip to keep from uttering any sound. Her eyes shut tight while she lost herself in the sensation, the same way her mother was lost in the haze of sucking and shivering, cumming on my cock. Then Krissy froze and shivered all over, a sight that I had seen her mother do countless times as she orgasmed. Krissy's eyes snapped wide open and she looked at me with wonder and helplessness. "Daddy," whispered Marie.

And Krissy silently mouthed the words after her: "Love Daddy."

For the first time Krissy wasn't smiling or laughing silently. All traces of irony and bemusement seemed to have drained out. She continued to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples, but her right hand had gone from thrusting in and out of her pussy to gently caressing her clit from the outside. Her eyes seemed almost pleading as she stared at me and mouthed, "Please, Daddy. Please." Then, even without the extra stimulation of finger fucking herself, she came again.

I pulled her mother's head down onto my cock and shot my sperm into her cock-loving mouth. "Good girl," I gasped, looking Krissy in the eye. "Daddy's girl."

I felt like I had turned a corner with Krissy. But turned where? Onto what road?

That night I had the stupidest, most obvious, most narcissistic dream imaginable. I dreamt that I lay on my back, my hard, engorged cock pointing up to the sky. My cock was enormous, bigger than the rest of my body, rising up ten feet, fifteen feet into the air. And I was cumming. Cumming buckets, cumming gallons, cumming in a giant stream like a fountain. And cavorting in the spray of my sperm were my two women, Marie and Krissy, naked and loving the spray of my cream covering their bodies, dancing and hugging each other and feeding each other handfuls of my cum and smearing more handfuls into their pussies and gaily approaching my giant cock to hug the shaft and rub themselves on the glory of my cock. Interpret THAT, Freud!

I woke up suddenly to the sound of screaming as I spurted into the womb of my wife, who had been fucking me cowgirl style even while I had been dreaming. "Fuck me Danny! Fuck me with your big cock!" Her ass rose and fell over my cock like an insane jackhammer pounding relentlessly. As I came, she squeezed her vaginal muscles to get every drop out of me. Then she collapsed on top of me, stuffing her nipple into my mouth.

 ------X------ 

The next night after dinner Marie and Krissy got into a minor tiff over clothes. "Are you sure you didn't go over the spending limit I gave you?" her mother asked. "Those were an awful lot of packages I saw you with."

"I told you, Mom, I would never do that. I took your card and went to the ATM to withdraw what you allowed in cash. Then instead of blowing it at the mall I went to a couple of thrift shops."

"Thrift shops?!"

"They don't have cooties, Mom."

Marie gave her daughter a dirty look. "I know they don't have cooties. But you have to be careful about things you buy at thrift shops, sweetie. Did you check for tears? Did you check for worn fabric? Did you check for bad hems on the edges? There are reasons why people give away their clothes to thrift shops."

"Mom, I. . . ."

"Bring them out. Let's see them."

And so that night Krissy gave us a fashion show.

While she was changing into her first outfit I had the good sense to cover my lap with a light blanket. I had a bad feeling about where this might head, so I claimed that the night was a little chilly, and instead of turning up the heat, why not simply have an extra layer while I sat on the couch?

Marie shrugged. "Suit yourself." But she snuggled next to me on the sofa and arranged the coverlet over herself as well. "There now," she said, and squeezed my thigh under the blanket. "Aren't we cozy?"

Krissy's first outfit wasn't bad at all: a rather demure, light fabric button-down sweater. She sashayed into the living room in a comic parody of a runway model and twirled in front of us, put her arm on her thin waist and cocked her hip, pouting at us in a deliberately bad imitation of the schtick that models do on TV and the movies.

"Come closer," said Marie. "Let me look at that back hem." Krissy walked up and to us and turned her back, slightly thrusting her fantastic ass toward her mother and me. Marie fingered the material and the hem and held it up for me: "You see? It's fraying."

Krissy looked over her shoulder toward us. The movement had the effect of pushing her ass farther out, toward my face. Close enough to reach forward and stroke and trace the curve of her butt. She glanced at the portion of the hem that her mother was holding. "Oh come on, Mom. That's just a loose thread. Anyway, the sweater only cost me four bucks. Don't you think I'm going to get at least four bucks worth of wear out of it? Look – it's a designer label." She knelt down at our feet with her back to us so that her mother could look at the underside of the collar. It was a perfectly innocent move, yet I couldn't help but think nasty thoughts: She's at my feet. Kneeling at my feet. Okay, maybe she was facing the wrong direction, but still, she was kneeling there.

Marie grunted a grudging okay, and Krissy went back to her room to change into the next outfit.

"Look! Designer jeans!" she said when she came out.

"A knock off," her mother said. "I can tell from across the room."

"Well, I don't care if it's the real thing or a knock off. They fit great." Again she gave the runway sashay imitation, ending right in front of us and facing away so that she could show off how the jeans hugged the curves of her ass. She put on a deliberately husky voice and intoned, in an atrociously fake miscellaneous European accent, "Do you like vat you see, dahlink?" She slapped her ass for emphasis.

"Back up towards us, sweetie," Marie said. When Krissy's ass was almost in my face, Marie put her hand forward and traced the lines of an embroidery on the back pocket. "Cheap stitching," she said. "I guarantee this won't last. What do you think, Danny?"

My hand shook slightly as I put forward a tentative finger to feel the stitching on my stepdaughter's delectable ass. "I don't know. I think it's okay."

"You're just a pushover. Okay, you can keep the jeans. Next!"

While Krissy went back to her room to change into the next outfit, Marie squeezed my cock briefly under the blanket. "I'm sorry. This is cutting into our alone time, isn't it? I promise I'll make it up to you, Daddy." My cock lurched and started to grow. Marie removed her hand right after squeezing me, but I pulled the hand back to my cock and held it there.

Krissy's next outfit was a pullover blouse. This time she was not so cocky when she entered the room. She seemed to be expecting greater disapproval from her mother.

"I don't know, Krissy," Marie said. "The color looks good on you. And the overall design might look good on another girl. But come closer." Krissy came and stood in front of us. "No, come down on the ground to eye level."

Krissy knelt before her mother and me. Marie reached out to the collar of the blouse and fingered the neck hemline. "Look at all this cleavage," she said.

I was looking. God, was I looking. I squeezed Marie's hand on my rod and pulled it up and down the length of my cock through my pants. Marie resisted slightly, but let herself be guided by me.

"The problem is, a blouse like this is made for a smaller girl – a girl with a smaller bust than you." Her hand slid down the side of her daughter's breast. "And see how the fabric stretches over your chest?" Marie stopped resisting quite so much, and settled into a reflexive stroking of my hardening cock. "It's going to stretch and stretch and then get ruined in the washing machine." Krissy watched her mother caress the underside of her breast, then her eyes wandered over to my crotch, where she could see the slight movement under the blanket.

"Mom, it's really not that bad. Look." Then, in what I think must have earned her an Oscar nomination for Best Innocent Act By A Prickteasing Teen, she hefted both her tits in her hands, then released them. "See how much support this gives me? And it's really comfortable." She gave me a bright-eyed smile. My cock got harder.

"I don't know. . . ." said Marie.

"Look again," said Krissy. She brought her hands underneath her massive globes and held them up for us for a moment, wiggling them ever so slightly, then released them and allowed them to bounce for a moment. Then she did it a third time, and at the end of that movement she massaged the underside of her tits slightly while she readjusted her puppies under the blouse. "What do you think, Danny? Do you like it?"

"I . . . uh . . . it's pretty low-cut," I said. "Pardon my French, but don't you think it's a little slutty?"

"Your stepfather's got a point, sweetie. I don't want you wearing it on dates. Or at school. I guess you can wear it around the house."

"Aw, Mom!" Krissy still had her hands holding the underside of her boobs as she knelt in front of me. She squeezed and lifted them ever so slightly and looked at me pleadingly. Jesus, what an act, I thought to myself.

"You heard your mother. What she says goes," I said. I pictured Krissy prancing around the house in her new blouse, a blouse worn for me alone, hefting her big tits in presentation as she ran toward me.

"By the way, Mom," said Krissy, "Since we're talking about clothes, I think I need to shop for a new bra."

"What's the matter with your old bras?" Marie asked. "You know how expensive those things are."

"I know, but . . . I think I might need a larger size." She pushed up her tits from below to show us how big they were getting.

"Oh, sweetie. You're still growing? We'll have to go shopping together later."

Marie sounded as if she were commiserating, but to me it was like being told that Santa Claus had arrived for an unexpected July visit. Those grapefruit-sized tits were getting even bigger?

"It kind of worries me, Mom. I mean, I know a lot of guys like women with large breasts, but . . . well, what do you think, Danny? Are my breasts too big?" Krissy smiled and winked at me – using the eye opposite from where her mother was sitting so that Marie couldn't see the signal she was giving.

My mouth was dry, and yet somehow I felt like I was drooling at the same time. My eyes fixated on my eighteen year old sexpot stepdaughter as she knelt before me, cupped her tits and presented them for my approval.

"I think they're just fine, sweetie," I said. Just fucking perfect, mouth-watering, tit-fucking perfect, I ought to have said. I brought one hand up and stroked Krissy's cheek reassuringly. With the other, I pulled Marie's hand faster up and down my cock.

"Anyway," said Krissy, returning to the clothing she was showing us, "If you didn't like the blouse, I don't know what you'll say next," said Krissy.

"Well, let's see it, then," said her mother. When Krissy was out of the room, she began stroking my cock more vigorously. "Enjoying the show, Daddy?" she asked.

"Marie, I would never. . . ."

"It's okay, Danny. She looks a lot like I did at her age. A whole lot." She squeezed my cock again. "I'm guessing it's not too awful having a younger version of me around the house, is it?" She reached her other hand under the blanket and began unzipping my trousers. "We're running later than I thought. I'd like to relax with you." She licked her lips to let me know what kind of relaxation she had in mind.

Finally Krissy reappeared in her piece de resistance: a tiny white bikini. Two triangles of white fabric covered her nipples, but left the undersides of her big tits exposed. The bottom was barely bigger than a thong, tied with little bows on either side. The only thing missing from the bow was a little tag like they put on packages: "Pull here to open."

Marie had stopped stroking my cock when Krissy entered the hallway leading to the living room, but now I pulled Marie's hand back to my crotch and started guiding her up and down the length of my hard-on, which was laid out alongside my thigh.

"You like?" asked Krissy.

"Come closer," I said. "Let me see the fabric." I brought my free hand out from under the blanket while the other hand pulled Marie's hand up and down my pole. The motion was becoming increasingly visible through the blanket cover.

Krissy stood before me, positioning herself between my legs, her pussy at eye level. I looked up and saw her smiling face framed by her big, nearly bare tits. I reached toward the edge of the bikini bottom and felt the material between my thumb and index finger. "It's good material," I said, "but won't it become pretty sheer if it gets wet?"

"Danny's right," said Marie. "You might as well not wear anything at all."

Krissy dropped to her knees in front of us, dead center between my legs. Marie continued to stroke me, though she did tone it down a little to make the motions less obvious. "Oh, please! This is the best swimsuit I've ever gotten!" She put her hands on my thighs just above my knees, inches away from where her mother's fingers danced around the head of my dick.

Somehow, like a basketball player who keeps track of his dribbling with peripheral vision while taking in the rest of the court, Krissy was able to run her hands along my thighs without touching her mother's hands only a couple of inches away and without breaking eye contact with her mother and me. Her hands stroked up and down my thighs, her fingertips digging into my flesh through the thin blanket. Marie's hand focused on the head of my cock, her fingers tickling the sensitive tip. Krissy's hand was no more than an inch away from her mother's.

"Please say yes, Danny!" Krissy pleaded.

I moved Marie's hand faster up and down my cock. I no longer cared whether Krissy saw anything, since she was pretending to be oblivious anyway. I rearranged Marie's hand under the cover so that my cock, instead of being laid out along my thigh, stood straight up while her hand encircled the shaft and rose up and down my pole. The blanket now had a huge tent at my groin that bounced up and down shamelessly as Marie jacked me off. I looked down at Krissy's chest, where her huge tits bulged out on all sides from the tiny white triangles of the bikini. When I looked back into Krissy's eyes, we smiled excitedly at each other.

I felt like ripping the blanket away and fucking my stepdaughter's tits right there. I wanted to howl at the moon while pumping my cock between her gorgeous pillows. I wanted to shoot my sperm into her smiling face. She leaned forward, her face almost close enough to kiss, while her fingertips caressed my upper thighs. My erect cock was being jacked off a few inches under her chin with only a thin cover of cloth protecting her face from the spray of my sperm. Could her mother possibly be fooled by this behavior?

"What do you think, Danny?" Marie asked. "Let her have it?" Her hand pumped up and down my pole rapidly, making the blanket shake and bounce obscenely.

"Yeah, Danny! Lemme have it!" Krissy said. Her eyes widened in excitement. Her gaze flicked just for an instant to the action happening in my lap under the blanket, and her mouth opened wide in a happy grin.

At that point, Marie suddenly shifted her motions, slowing down drastically right at the moment when I was about to let loose in orgasm. Marie said, "No, Krissy, I don't think so – it's a bit too much. You can keep the bikini only because I know how they are about merchandise returns at the thrift store. But it definitely never gets worn outside the house." My cock lurched in my wife's hand when I pictured little Krissy with her big tits cavorting around the house in a wet, see-through bikini – just for me.

"Oh, Mom!" She stood up suddenly, making her fantastic tits bounce in a lewd display. "You're practically a Victorian!" She turned and walked toward the door, then paused just before leaving the room and looked back over her shoulder. She cocked her hand on her hip, highlighting the round globes of her nearly bare ass as they reflected the light of the reading lamp. "Well," she said, "I'm going back to my room to sulk. You two can have the living room to yourselves."

After she figured that Krissy was out of earshot, Marie turned to me with mock anger. "You evil man! How could you make me do that?" she asked, laughing. "Jacking off my husband right under my daughter's nose!"

"You didn't put up much resistance," I pointed out.

"Do you think she saw anything?"

"She didn't act like it," I said, avoiding what I really thought.

Then Krissy appeared again in the entrance to the hallway. She was still wearing the bikini, and was holding a toothbrush in her hand. "Sorry I kept you guys up so late." She turned toward her mother. "Mom, I think Daddy needs his blowjob." She stuck the toothbrush in her mouth and walked back down the hallway. The white bikini bottom accentuated the rhythmic sway of her gorgeous fuckable ass as she walked away.

I looked at Marie and shrugged. "Well, it's not as if she didn't know we have a sex life," I said.

"Oh what the hell," Marie said. She pulled my pants off, stretched out on the couch and started blowing me. I leaned back and began stroking her hair.

 ------X------ 

The next day I was overwhelmed with guilt. I took another long walk during my lunch hour and tried to talk some sense into myself. Here I was, married to a beautiful woman who fucked me senseless every morning and sucked me into a coma every night. She loved the taste of my sperm and even came multiple times every night just from the pleasure of having my dick in her mouth. On top of all that, she had stuck with me through good times and bad. She was also a great cook and a responsible mother. Did I really want to jeopardize a marriage made in heaven, no matter how sexy her daughter was?

After work I went straight home, pulled out my tools and started fixing the damn doorknob. My hands were shaking so much with anxiety that I could barely hold the fucking screwdriver.

Krissy was already home from school. She walked up and sat on the ground next to me. I saw that she had changed into her new blouse, the one her mother had said she could only wear around the house. "Need any help?" she asked.

"No, Krissy, I do not need any more help from you. You've helped quite enough already." I dropped the screwdriver. My hands were shaking so much that I fumbled in picking it back up.

"Maybe you need a nice screw?" she said, smiling. She pretended to fiddle with the jar I kept of odd nuts and bolts.

I looked her in the eye. "Just stop it, Krissy. Last night was . . . ."

"You looked like you enjoyed yourself last night."

"Last night was a mistake. Damn it, your mother is the best thing that ever happened to me." I brought the screwdriver up to the doorknob and asked myself what the hell I was doing. Why was I replacing the doorknob when it was the elevation of the notch in the door frame that was the problem? The girl had me so crazy that I couldn't think straight. I turned and looked at her, sitting on the ground with her legs curled under her. When she saw me looking at her again, she brought her hands up and started playing with her tits. Her mouth opened in a wide grin and she started giggling just like her mother does sometimes when she orgasms.

"Stop it! Oh, please Krissy, just stop it. Can't you see I'm trying to do the right thing here? But I'm not made out of stone."

"Parts of you seem to be."

"Very funny. What I'm saying is that I'm trying to keep things from getting even farther out of control, but I need you to work with me — ."

"I . . . ."

I cut her off. "Please. No double entendres. I really do need you to work with me to step back from this abyss. Dear God, I love your mother so much. Please help me hold onto my marriage."

Krissy actually seemed moved. She put her hand lightly on my forearm for an instant. Then she leaned forward and gave me a chaste hug and got up to leave.

I looked back at my tools strewn all over the floor. "Christ!" I said. "Fucking doorknob! I need a special router for the door frame!"

Krissy was walking toward the kitchen, but now she turned around. "You mean you're not going to fix the door after all?" she asked. "Man, you really had me going for a minute there." She smirked that damned lopsided grin of hers and turned away.

After the "fashion show" incident, Marie seemed to have crossed some sort of threshold. She had never been self conscious about making noise during sex even when Krissy was in the next room, but on the other hand she had always kept our lovemaking to the privacy of our bedroom when there was someone else in the house. Now, for some reason, she no longer seemed to care about using the living room even when Krissy was on the other side of the house studying. In some ways, she said, she actually preferred it. "I know you enjoy the chair so you can sit up when I suck your cock," she explained, "but sometimes I like to stretch out instead of sit at your feet. This way we can have both." Laying out on the couch while she sucked also allowed me to play with her ass and caress her clit while she licked me. I particularly enjoyed it when she positioned herself on hands and knees on the couch, allowing me to reach up from below to caress her big, soft tits with one hand while stroking her hair and guiding her head with the other hand. With the extra room to stretch out, I was treated to the sight of Marie's body shivering up and down from her toes to her head sometimes when a particularly nice orgasm swept over her. "Oh Daddy," she cooed, and shivered some more just from saying the word Daddy. "I love you so much, Daddy." Then she engulfed my cock again.

Krissy left us alone, at least at first. For the first week, Krissy stayed in her room on the nights when her mother went into the Daddy Zone in the living room. Stupid me, I actually started to believe that she had taken my plea to heart and was going to leave us alone. But about ten days after Marie started using the living room couch as part of her Daddy cock worship sessions, Krissy blithely walked through the room on her way to the kitchen.

Marie took her mouth off my cock and looked up at the sound as Krissy came back through, carrying a glass of water back toward her room. "I'm sorry," Krissy said casually, "Don't let me disturb you."

Marie looked slightly taken aback, but the sensation only lasted for a moment. After Krissy disappeared down the hall, Marie rolled on her back with her head still in my lap, my cock towering over her face and resting on her nose.

I caressed her breast soothingly. "It's okay, sweetheart." I stroked her hair while she began planting little kisses on the base of my cock. "Good girl," I said, and pinched her nipple.

She smiled and rolled back over to plant another kiss on the head of my prick. "I just want to please you, Daddy," she whispered.

"You're doing a great job, sweetie. Now suck Daddy like a good girl."

At that, she slipped my cockhead back into her mouth, then immediately let it out again with a pop and giggled her way through another orgasm. "Hee hee Daddy!" she said, and took my cock deeper into her mouth.

A couple of days later, it happened again. Marie was on all fours on the couch bobbing her head up and down on my pole when Krissy again walked through the room toward the kitchen. "Just getting some water," she chirped. "Daddy, would you like a nice glass of wine?"

"Um, yes, thank you," I said.

Without ceremony, Krissy poured a glass of chilled white wine from the fridge, handed it to me and walked back to her room.

Marie didn't need any wine. She seemed drunk on cum. At times like these, she seemed incapable of any thought beyond cocksucking. "So considerate," she murmured into my dick. "Isn't she a good gurr . . . ." Marie was so intent on licking Daddy meat that she forgot to even finish her sentence.

After that it became a regular occurrence -- not every time, but increasingly frequent -- that Krissy would come into the room after Marie had been sucking my cock for awhile so that she could serve me a glass of wine while her mother worshiped my cock. After the first couple of times, I started giving Krissy little endearments, while at the same time pulling Marie's head deeper onto my cock at the moment Krissy gave me the glass. "What a sweet girl," I said the first time, and after that it was usually, "Good girl." And then when Krissy had left the room I repeated the endearment again, this time to her mother. "Good girl," I said, pulling her head down onto my cock:

"Good" -- thrust -- "good" -- thrust -- "good" -- thrust -- "good good girl."

Marie spasmed again in climax while I took my first sip of chardonnay. I loved the idea that she climaxed only moments after her daughter served me, and that her orgasms were becoming paired with my complimenting both mother and daughter together.

A couple of weeks later, we crossed another small threshold. Krissy handed me my nightly glass of wine and Marie looked up, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lazy lust. "Thank you, sweetums," she said.

"Love you, sweetie," I added, and reached up to stroke Krissy's cheek.

"Love you, too, Daddy," she said, smiling. Then she bent down to peck me lightly on the lips. Her mother watched her do it, then went back to her task of sucking Daddy cock. "Goog Gurl," she gurgled, while sucking me deeper. All her powers of judgment seemed to disappear when she had Daddy cock in her mouth.

After that, the peck on the lips became part of the ritual. Part of me kidded myself into thinking that everything was back under control. That I had successfully curbed Krissy's outrageous antics from a few weeks before, and that now anything that happened was happening in full view of her mother. It was only a light, daughterly kiss, I told myself, and the fact that I was naked from the waist down and being orally serviced by her horny mother at the time was, well, anyway, it was just a little kiss, right?

That changed a couple of weeks later. Marie was kneeling at my feet in the living room, both hands playing with her clit while she serviced me. Krissy handed me my wine and bent down for her kiss. This time, her mouth opened slightly and she slipped her tongue through, caressing the outside of my lips.

An electric current coursed through me. My hips lurched forward, impaling Marie's mouth deeper onto Daddy. Reflexively my mouth opened in shock and I put one hand on Marie's head and pulled her farther down on my pole, making her gag. Krissy kissed me again, and this time she opened her mouth all the way and thrust her tongue into me. I started bucking uncontrollably into her mother's wet mouth and shot a load of cum down her throat.

Orgasmic shock waves pulsed through me over and over. Each time my cock spurted out more cum, the wave of pleasure redoubled. I had no control over my thrusting pelvis bucking over and over into my beautiful wife's face. Krissy's tongue at one end of my body and Marie's tongue at the other end seemed to wrap around me in an intense swirl of throbbing sex.

My hips were thrashing so violently that my cock slipped out of Marie's mouth in the middle of my orgasm. Spunk flew out, painting her face and splashing onto her huge tits. Marie gasped and lunged desperately to get my cock back into her mouth so she could drink more sperm. Cum dripped from her lips onto her tits.

"Good girl," I gasped when I came up for air. "Good girls always take care of their Daddy."

Marie, her mouth full of cock and cum, gave a muffled assent: "Mmm! Mmm! Mmmph!" Her body was shaking all over. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. The fact that tasting and being bathed in my cum had made her climax so intensely gave me a jolt of satisfaction. My cock pulsed more cum into her loving, hungry mouth.

Krissy gazed in shock at her mother, covered in cum and mewling and shaking uncontrollably in ecstasy at my feet. Cum dripped from Marie's forehead and cheeks and formed a creamy moustache around her sweet cocksucking mouth. More cum dripped from her big tits. There was something unspeakably lewd about a young 18 year old girl seeing her mother like this -- as a portrait of cum-coated utter submission to cock.

Her mouth agape, Krissy seemed taken aback by the sight of her mother in such a condition. "Daddy's girl," she whispered, shaking her head in wonder. She bent forward and stroked her mother's hair ever so lightly, but Marie was lost in orgasmic pleasure and didn't seem aware of her daughter's touch.

Krissy brought a shaking, tentative finger to her mother's cum-covered face. She nervously scooped up a glob of sperm from Marie's cheek onto her finger, brought it to her own mouth and licked it warily with her tongue, staring at me with a combination of lust, wonder and a little trepidation. She looked as if she were superstitiously afraid that there might be some chemical in my semen that had reduced her mother to a slavering cock-worshiper who sucked dick until she was senseless.

Finding the taste acceptable, Krissy licked it some more. Then she put her whole finger in her mouth and sucked, smiling around the finger and savoring the taste.

She brought her finger back to her mother's cheek, scooped up a larger glob of my cum and brought it to her mouth. "You taste really good, Daddy," she whispered in a voice so low that she clearly didn't want her mother to hear. The fingertips of her other hand caressed my cheek and traced my lips. Then she slipped her index finger in my mouth and thrust it in and out while she continued to suck on her other cum-coated finger. Our eyes locked together while we both sucked her fingers. Marie, still at my feet, slurped dreamily on my cock, lost in her world of delicious Daddy meat and shivering repeatedly in an ongoing orgasm as the cum ran down her face.

"Love you, Daddy," Krissy whispered, and turned back toward her room.

 ------X------ 

When I came down from the intense high, I returned to my senses. I swore to myself that after the disaster of Krissy masturbating behind her mother's back a few weeks earlier, I wouldn't make the same mistake again. Regardless of the consequences, I would be honest from here on.

". . . So when she French kissed you, your body spasmed like you'd been hit with a taser and you shot a bucketful of cum down my throat and all over my face and tits," Marie said when I explained it to her. By that time we were lying together in bed with her curled up in my arms.

"Uh huh," I said in a flat tone. I wanted to die.

"Some kiss," she said.

I shut my eyes in agony. "Marie, I'm so sorry. If you want, I'll move out – tomorrow. You can keep the house. Keep everything. I'll turn myself in to the police."

"For what? Kissing an eighteen year old girl? Since when is that illegal?"

"It was wrong."

Marie was quiet for a minute. We lay motionless in the bed. Then she broke the silence: "Honey, have you ever seen the way guys look at Krissy when you and she are together on the street?"

"Sure."

"Well, multiply that by five when an adult male isn't walking next to her. And when she and I are together on a shopping trip, multiply it by five again. I've been having guys drool over me since I was fifteen, and Krissy's exactly the same. I don't expect you to be blind to how beautiful she is."

"If you're trying to tell me how lucky I am to be married to you, don't bother. I already know."

"You idiot. I'm trying to tell you how lucky I am to be married to YOU. If you left us, what would happen? Any man who would be attracted to me would find Krissy pretty as well. So that leaves me with a choice: I could live like a nun and never let another man under this roof. Or I could allow someone into my life who may or may not love my daughter for who she is beyond her blonde hair and big tits. Someone who might or might not be honest with me in a situation like this. You and I can play games about 'Daddy' this and 'Daddy' that, but the fact is, Krissy really does need a male figure in the house."

"I've let things go too far. The wine at night while you're sucking me. The kisses."

"I'm the one who let it go too far. The first time you fucked me in my apartment I screamed like a gameshow contestant opening Door Number One over and over. I never did that for any man before I met you, never became obsessed with cocksucking before I met you, never came when I sucked cock before I met you, never went into a delicious cocksucking trance every night before I met you.

"The day after we first slept together, I should have soundproofed the damn bedroom. Instead, Krissy's listened to me screaming for your cock morning, noon and night for the last three years. Lately I can't even keep it confined to the bedroom any more. In fact, just talking about it. . . ." She reached under the covers and started stroking my cock.

"We should stop using the living room," I said. "And maybe you could be a little quieter in the mornings."

She laughed and kissed my neck while continuing to stroke my shaft up and down. "I don't think I could – and if I did manage to wear a gag while we fuck, Krissy would probably think we were angry at each other. At this point, she's so used to my screaming for your cock every morning that she uses me instead of an alarm clock."

"What are we going to do? What am I going to do the next time she wants to kiss me?"

"You mean other than cum like a jackhammer?" She giggled and sped up her motions below the covers. "God, I'd like to see you cum like a jackhammer right now. Should we invite her to join us?"

"I'm serious, Marie."

"I'm sorry, Danny. Honestly, I don't know what to do. We can't act like robots in our own home whenever she's less than fifty feet away. And dear God, I've really gotten to love sucking you on that nice big couch."

"And the kissing?"

"We'll just have to be careful of boundaries, I guess." She pulled the covers down. "I suppose I should be flattered by all this. Krissy is five foot two, just like me. Her hair is the same shade of blonde that I had at her age, though mine has darkened a little over the years. She wears a 32F bra, while I'm slightly bigger at 34F. We can wear a lot of the same clothes. She even" – and here she bent down and kissed the tip of my cock – "has the same taste in men. Don't worry, sweetheart: I'm not upset that you find her attractive. If you want, feel free to fantasize about her while you fuck me. Can Krissy suck you just a little bit before we go to sleep?"

Partly, I was relieved that at least I had been upfront with Marie. But she had left it vague as to where I should go from here – where I should draw the line, or what lines should be drawn at all.

Marie got busy, calming her nerves by curling up in a fetus position centered on my groin, her huge breasts pressing against my thighs, her small hands embracing my ass so she could pull my cock toward her face. Her warm, wet loving mouth felt like it was made only for my dick.

"Krissy's a good girl," I said.

Marie responded by pulling my cock deeper into her mouth. When she came up for air, she said, "We're both good girls, aren't we, Daddy?"

As I lay on my side and drifted to sleep while pumping lazily in and out of her mouth, I asked myself, despite my own common sense: had Marie just given me permission use my own judgement in deciding whether to fuck her oversexed daughter? As the thought occurred to me, Marie took her mouth off of me briefly, shivered all over and giggled: "Hee hee hee, Daddy's girls!" She was already lost in her other world of dreams and cum.

I pulled her mouth back onto my cock, where it belonged. "Suck me, Krissy," I said, as pushed my dick into my wife's loving mouth.

The next day I felt that I had to take charge of the situation. I left work a couple of hours early so I could intercept Krissy as soon as she got home from school.

"Danny!" she said as she walked in the door. "What are you doing home so early?"

"Waiting to talk to you. I meant it before when I told you this business has to stop."

"What business?" She put her index finger in her mouth and started pulling it in and out, sucking her finger like it was a little cock.

"Stop!" I yelled. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her finger out of her mouth.

"Oooh, Danny! So forceful!"

"I mean it, Krissy. Stop this instant."

"Or what, you'll spank me? Sounds kinky."

That was the moment that my powerless anger got the better of me. Still holding her wrist, I pulled her toward me so quickly that she lost her footing and fell against me. I fell backward. When I landed on the couch still grasping her wrist, she was bent over my knee. Her skirt had flown up so that it was bunched up above her ass, revealing a tiny set of panties.

"Kinky kinky, Danny. You ARE going to spank me, aren't you?"

Actually, it hadn't even occurred to me to do any such thing, but now here she was bent over my knee with her perfect ass exposed and thrust in the air, defying me. She even pumped her ass up and down a couple of times, laughing and taunting me. I was angry enough and stupid enough not only to actually do it but to believe for those first few seconds that it would have the desired chastening effect.

Smack!

"Ha ha ha! Oh, Danny!"

Smack!

"Ow! Hey, that one hurt!"

Smack!

"Stop it, Danny!"

Smack! "You little pricktease! You've been torturing me for weeks!"

"Please Danny! You're hurting me!"

Smack! "I won't stop until you've learned your lesson."

"Okay! Okay!"

Smack! "Okay 'what'?"

"Okay I'll stop teasing you! But I'm not a pricktease!"

Smack! "You're a big-titted little pricktease and you've been deliberately trying to drive me crazy."

"Fuck! Please Danny, that was really too hard. I swear I'm not a pricktease!"

I reached under her and grabbed one of her big tits so I could have more leverage. Smack! "Big titted blonde pricktease. Say it!"

"Fuck fuck fuck! Danny I am a pricktease but I'll make it up to you!"

Smack! "Big titted teenage blonde pricktease who plays like she wants to suck her Daddy." I mauled her breast, squeezed the nipple and let my hand roam over to her other breast. My other hand rested on her ass for a moment and I fingered her ass crack.

"Fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Daddy I won't be a pricktease any more."

Smack! My pelvis started thrusting involuntarily. With one hand I held onto her tits for dear life. With the other, I squeezed her ass, digging my finger deep into her crack.

"Fuck fuck Daddy. I promise I won't be a pricktease any more! I'll be a good girl, I'll give my Daddy anything he wants. Oh fuck Daddy please!"

Smack!

"Fuck Daddy oh please fuck!"

Smack!

"Daddy I know I've been a bad prickteaser, but I'll be good!"

Smack!

"Oh Daddy fuck Daddy, I'll be good to you Daddy. Fuck fuck Daddy!"

Smack!

I forgot about the spanking. My hand was all over her luscious tits, twisting her nipples and roaming all over her chest. My other hand grabbed her nearly bare ass sticking up high into the air. I pushed aside the panty. My middle finger dug into her pussy.

"Oh oh Daddy! Fuck Daddy Fuck! Anything, Daddy! I promise I won't tease! I'll give you what you want! I'll give you everything! Every day!"

Smack! And then I went back to finger fucking her.

"Oh fuck Daddy every day fuck Daddy!"

She was squirming and bucking on my lap in sync with my own pelvic thrusting. My finger was fucking her pussy deeper and deeper. My head reared back as if I was about to shout to the heavens.

Just as I was ready to tear her clothes off and accept her invitation to fuck Daddy fuck, I came to my senses. What was I doing? I mumbled something that sounded vaguely like an apology, and vaguely as if I was being strangled, and ran out of the room. Krissy fell from my lap and sat on the ground, staring at me as I left.