She read the situation. “Maddy, I’m not coming on to you.” I felt like my older sister was giving me a lecture, but this was a girl 20 years my junior.
We spent the next few hours going into all the details of her sex life with her Thai ‘family’. By the time bob came home I was so revved up I nearly fucked him on the door mat. I did manage to wait until we went to bed, but I gave him the full ‘Daddy’ thing. I did it for him but also for Lizzie who I hoped was outside the door. I imagined her body and her fingers sliding through her wet labia. I came hard on Bob’s cock, shouting ‘Daddy fuck me’.
In the heat of the moment, I am sure bob was grunting ‘oh yes Lizzie’
I couldn’t wait until the next girl’s night. I had so many questions about threesomes, about ladyboys and most of all about incest.
It seemed like years, but girl’s night came around in the end. Lizzie only managed a sip of wine before I bombarded her with questions. Was she behind the door…. Yes. Was she naked….. yes. Did she play with herself…. Yes. Did she orgasm…. Not outside the door, she went back to bed. Was it my imagination or did she hear bob call out her name…he did. What did she think of that….. thrilled.
There was a long silence as all of that sunk in for both of us. I broke the silence with a burning question. “Lizzie, do you want to have sex with you Dad?”
“I can’t answer that, Maddy.”
She was wise beyond her years, but I pressed her. “Please.”
“No, Maddy. If I say no, you will say, why not? What’s wrong with him? If I say yes, you might think I’m trying to steal him.”
“I don’t think either of those things Lizzie. You are already in his heart as his daughter. But I’m talking about sex. The sort of sex you had in Thailand. Warm, sensual and very very erotic.”
She looked straight at me. “You want me to fuck him, don’t you?”
There was a long pause as my head turned to mush. Eventually my pussy answered. “Yes, does that make me bad?”
“No, but wow what a thought.”
“So, do you want to have sex with your Dad?”
“Yes, do you want to watch?”
My eyes dropped to the floor, and I virtually whispered. “Yes.”
We both jumped as we heard a key in front door. Lizzie leant forward and kissed me slowly on my lips. She pushed her tongue into my willing mouth. She withdrew and smiled. “I’d better be going. If you fuck Dad down here, I can peep around the door.” I nodded.
Bob walked into the living room; he didn’t know what hit him. I kissed him passionately and virtually tore his clothes off him. At first, he hesitated but soon got into the swing of things. Very quickly I was lying on my back with Bob inside me. I looked over his shoulder to see Lizzie standing there in her underwear. A hand in her knickers; fingers moving.
“Fuck me Daddy, oh Daddy I want you.”
“I want you too.”
“Say my name Daddy, who do you want?”
“Lizzie, I want Lizzie.”
“Yes, Daddy…. Fill Lizzie’s pussy with you cum, fuck me Daddy.”
“Oh Lizzie, I want you. I want to cum deep in you.”
“Yes, Daddy, please.” I felt him pulse in me filling me with his semen. Lizzie slumped by the door, fingers inside. She must be able to see his balls pulse and spew in me.
Act 5 — The morning after
Bob and I were in the kitchen as Lizzie walked in.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi Lizzie, did you sleep ok?”
“No, those bloody foxes were at it again in the garden, made me feel quite horny, Daddy.
“Lizzie!”
“Sorry Daddy, but it’s true.” She poured a glass of orange juice and walked out.
“She didn’t ear foxes, did she Maddy.”
“No, I think she means us.”
“Do you think she heard all of the Daddy, Lizzie stuff?”
“I don’t know, Bob shall I ask her?”
“Oh god no, please don’t. I would be so embarrassed.”
“Why would you be embarrassed, I will ask her next girls night in.”
“She is my daughter, I shouldn’t be saying those sorts of things.”
“I don’t think it’s the saying of things that’s the issue.”
“What do you mean, Maddy?”
“It’s the fact that it turns you on so much.”
“It does not!”
“Bob….its me you are talking to. I’m the one who feels how hard you are when I say ‘Daddy’. I’m the one who feels you force your cum in me whilst grunting her name.”
His face dropped. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry Maddy. I must stop this. It’s so wrong.”
“Bob, It’s not wrong.”
“What do you mean it’s not wrong, of course it is.”
“I don’t agree. It’s perfectly natural you should fantasise about a beautiful and (dam her) pert young woman. I’d think it would be strange if you didn’t lust after her.”
Silence.
“It may be natural Maddy, and I was really turned on by you pretending to be Lizzie. But I think Lizzie is trying to tell us to stop …you know… all this foxes having sex thing. I think we have embarrassed her. We should cool it.”
I had decided. He was going to fuck his daughter and I was going to watch. I would talk it over with Lizzie at our next girl’s night in.
Act 6 — Another girl’s night in
“So, Lizzie, did you enjoy the view?”
She smiled. “I did. I was a bit jealous, but soon forgot that when I got to bed.”
“I want you to fuck your Dad.”
Silence
“Have I said something wrong. I thought you wanted that too, Lizzie.”
“I do. Well at least I love the thought, but in real life? Is that what you want too?”
I sighed. I was unsure too. I wanted her to grasp the opportunity with both hands, instead she shone a light on the doubts in my own mind. “I thought so until you said real life. It sucks doesn’t it?”
“Sorry Maddy.”
“No, no…..I mean a lot of the time I’m so sure. I am so turned on by the idea of watching Bob have sex with someone else. I want to see him kiss someone while pushing himself into another woman. I’m even more turned on by the very naughty idea that it would be his own daughter.”
“You are making me hot.”
“I know it’s making me hot. Then I think…. Oh no this is so wrong.”
“What the thought of seeing Dad with someone else?”
“No, the fact that’s it you and the fact we would have to trick him into it.”
“You don’t think he would want to?”
“I know he would want to. We have talked about threesomes recently and I know he loves the idea. Before now I just didn’t know how to organise it. Also, I know how his body responds to the thought that its you. I know him, he wants you. You turn him on so much. But if I ask him, he will say no.”
“So, you’re not going to ask him.”
“Not if you want to go ahead.”
“This conversation is making me so randy. I’ve made up my mind, yes, I want to. Do you?”
“Fuck it, let’s do it. Before we change our minds again.”
Act 7 – The night
Lizzie went back to visit her mum for a few days. With her out of the way I persuaded Bob we could do a whole night of Daddy and Lizzie. He didn’t take much persuasion.
Bob came downstairs after having had a shower. “Give me 1/2 an hour Bob. I’m going to shower and prepare the bedroom, OK?” He just grinned.
I put some champagne on ice, closed our curtains, dimmed the lights, turned some music on (maybe slightly too loud) and showered. After drying my hair, I put it into two plaits. I wore my black lace push up bra and a matching G-string, a very short skirt and white shirt (unbuttoned to reveal cleavage) with a school tie. I looked in the mirror….. sexy school girl!!!
Bob walked into the bedroom. “Oh fucking wow….. oh ……fucking wow.” He was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Please don’t swear Daddy. Do I look OK?”
You look great, Maddy.”
“Lizzie.”
“Sorry,…… yes you look great Lizzie.”
“Do you think I’m showing too much tit?”
“We should call them breasts, Lizzie, but no you are not showing too much.”
“Do they look nice Daddy.”
“Yes.”
“They are very soft, it’s such a shame Daddies are not allowed to touch their daughter’s breasts. Isn’t it Daddy?”
“It is Lizzie. Would you like a drink.”
“I’m not really allowed, Daddy, but I don’t suppose one glass would do any harm.”
Bob poured two glasses and sat down on the chair next to our bed. “Would you like to sit on Daddy’s lap, Lizzie?”
“Oh yes Daddy, will you cuddle me?” I stepped over to him and sat on his lap. “Put your arm around me, Daddy.” He did. He couldn’t help but look down my cleavage, as I arched my back slightly to push my breasts towards him. “Oh Daddy, I don’t think you should look at my breasts so much. I’m shy.”
“Why Lizzie? They are so soft and beautiful, just like you.”
“Oh, thank you Daddy.” I gave him a peck on the lips. “That was nice, Daddy, can I do that again?”
“Yes Lizzie, of course you can.” We kissed for longer, getting more animated Bob pushed his tongue into my mouth.
I broke the kiss. “Daddy, what are you doing? Why did you put your tongue into my mouth?”
“Didn’t you like it?”
“I think I liked it, Daddy, but I didn’t expect it. Can you do it again and I will see if I like it?” He resumed kissing me and my tongue replied to his. Soon we were kissing with a rising passion. He moved his hand and stroked by breasts, pinching a nipple under a layer of shirt and bra. I broke the kiss again. “Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Stroking your lovely breasts, don’t you like it?”
“It makes my nipples ache. Is it supposed to do that?”
“Yes, would you like me to kiss them better?”
“Oh yes Daddy, I would love you to do that.” He unbuttoned my shirt and pushed the cups of my bra up to reveal my hard nipples. He leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Oh, Daddy that is wonderful. It doesn’t ache anymore. Do the other one.” He did while stroking them with his hand. “Daddy?”
“Yes”
“I think I’ve wet myself. My noo-noo feels wet.”
He slowly moved his hand up my skirt and into my pants. He moved my knickers to one side and inserted two fingers in my wet and willing pussy. “You haven’t wet yourself baby. Its natural. Just relax, Daddy will take care of you, and everything will be all right.”
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