I was completely unprepared the day my best friend approached me about a proposition that I never thought I’d even entertain. I noticed how he watched my daughter at the last pool party I’d held that summer, but I chalked it up to an old man taking in the view of an eighteen year old in a tiny tight bikini, not my best friend contemplating fucking my daughter. But here we were, in the living room, drinking beers and watching a football game when he put his hand on my thigh and said, “Have you ever wondered if Cora is a virgin or not?”
I scowled, “I don’t need to know about my daughter’s sex life,” I snapped at him, “I raised her, I trust her to make the right choices for herself, or at least to learn from any mistakes she might make.”
“Izzy isn’t,” he said, referring to his own daughter, “I was there when she lost it. Held her fucking hand when Mr. Carter bled her. Once the pain of it settled she was fucking him on her own and I went over to Carter’s daughter and got fucked by the most skilled girl I’ve ever been with.”
“You watched your daughter get fucked by her math teacher?” I asked. Incredulous at the thought of being that much of a pervert.
He nodded, “I’ve watched her a few times now. I take her home after and bathe her and it’s the most connected I’ve ever felt to her. You know how strained things got between me and her after I divorced her mom. She fucking hated me. Now she curls up in my lap to watch a movie and tells me she loves me constantly. It mended the rift between us and she comes to me instead of her mother when she needs advice on all things sex now. She trusts me again,” he said.
I knew what he meant. Cora’s mother and I got divorced almost a year ago and Cora took it especially hard, assuming I’d cheated and broke her mother’s heart, but I hadn’t. Her mother was the one that got caught in another man’s bed and I wanted to work it out but she didn’t. I let Cora take it out on me and I haven’t seen my daughter since that party in spite of living over an hour closer to her college than her mother does.
I still couldn’t fathom the idea, so he brought Izzy over a couple of weeks after that night and I watched him undress her. She looked like his slightest touch on her skin set her on fire. He sat her on the coffee table in front of me and opened up his daughter’s legs so I could see her outer labia separate, her pink clit and creamy vagina on full display for me. He groped Izzy’s breast, a large semi-firm globe that sat atop a slender rib cage, the top of her breast curved upwards, pointing her taut pink nipples towards the ceiling.
I watched my friend rub and pinch his own daughter’s nipples and I got hard, fast. Then his hand slid down her tit and along her tight stomach until he rested a finger on her firm little clit, rubbing her back and forth, up and down as she took a deep breath in and whispered, “Daddy…,” in the most sultry tone I’ve ever heard from a girl.
His finger moved lower on his daughter’s bald slit, penetrating her and making her grasp his wrist and moan wantonly as his thick digit moved in and out of her with an audibly wet suction. His other hand groped his daughter’s other breast and his lips were on her neck as she began to push her pussy towards his palm, wanting him to rub her aching clit as he fingered her.
He whispered to her, “Tell Mr. Vinnon how you feel, baby.”
“Hot,” she whispered back, “I ache and I feel loved, protected, wanted. I feel safe because…oh,” she took a deep breath as he pushed another finger into her cunt, her voice got a little quieter, a little breathier, “because I know Daddy wouldn’t hurt me, I can trust him to meet my needs without worrying about diseases or heartache,” she said as her stomach muscles rippled and her legs spread a little wider.
She gasped and her back straightened up into a stiff line as my friend’s hand slid from his daughter’s breast down to her lower back, rubbing her as he began to finger her hard and fast. She whimpered and squirmed but tried to hold still. Her slim hips rolled towards her father’s hand and he rubbed her clit firmly with the heel of his hand, “That’s it baby,” he whispered.
I watched her face contort and her hips rock, the wet slurping of his fingers in her pussy then the gasp as he curled his fingers deep inside of her and began to rub quickly back and forth. Her areola tightened and her head tipped back and her legs opened wider as she let out a deep moan, “Daddy…I’m-I’m…,” her entire body trembled and Terry’s hand got soaked by her tightly spasming pussy.
He pulled his hand from his daughter’s cunt and licked his fingers and palm clean. Terry looked at me, a smile on his face as he saw the deepening wet spot on my pants, “Izzy will invite Cora over to my house next weekend and we want you to be there. According to Izzy, Cora’s still a virgin. Whether you’re there or not, Cora’s going to have that sweet little pussy impaled on my cock. You clearly like Izzy, so why don’t you come and let her service you while I break in your daughter. Besides, I always get them to call me Daddy during, and it gets them wanting your touch more than any other man’s.”
He slapped Izzy’s clit lightly and she yiped then sat up, closing her legs tightly and scowling at her father, “Not nice!” She snapped.
Terry smiled at his daughter, “Get dressed, but wipe up with your panties then give them to Mr. Vinnon so he can think it over with some incentive.”
Isabelle spread her legs again and wiped up the thin fluid and the thicker cream from her cunt onto the crotch of her panties, rubbing her clit a little herself while her dad’s back was turned. A little moan escaped her lips and Terry smirked as he glanced back at her, “Go ahead and give us a show then, baby,” he said as he sat back on the couch beside me.
She shook her head and pouted, “It just tingled when I was cleaning up, Daddy,” she said defensively.
He leaned down and opened up her purse, pulling out a vibrating wand and thick dildo, “If you need, ask,” he said, looking around for an outlet to plug in the wand. I pointed him to a spot on the wall behind us and he plugged it in. She took the dildo, which was long and flexible, and tilted her head back, sucking on it and getting it deeply down her throat. I saw it bulge her neck as it went in and as she pulled it out, thickly covered in slick mucous.
She lifted her leg up onto the coffee table and tipped her hips so she could work the dildo into her own pussy. Her opening accepted it after a few pushes and I could actually see her body stretching to accommodate it. She was leaning to the side slightly and her father gently made contact with her pubic mound as he rubbed the wand around her. Her hand was behind and under leg, her pussy swallowed the dildo with quick thrusts in and out as the wand circled her clit.
Izzy was panting and drooling as she and her father worked together to get her off again. Her body writhed in pleasure and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her wrist stopped working the dildo into her and her father took over, fucking her with the thick toy as she fell back onto her back. I got up and moved so I could watch her cunt being pleasured so intensely.
She grasped the edges of my coffee table and dug her fingernails into the soft wood, her midsection lifted off the table and Terry turned up the power on the wand, making his daughter scream in a needy, wet orgasm on my coffee table. He looked at me, “Go ahead and unzip, give her a pretty coating of cum, she loves it,” he said.
I don’t know what kind of spell they had me under, but I fucking obeyed my friend, whipping my dick out and stroking off until my thick white cum splattered his daughter’s clit and pubic mound and dripped down her pussy and onto the dildo as her father continued pushing and pulling it in her body, though gentler now, and fully aware that he was pushing my cum up into his daughter’s cunt.
He put the wand down and pulled the dildo out of her, giving me a great view of her dark pink hole gaped from the thick toy. Then he unzipped his own pants and held the back of his daughter’s head with one hand and stroked his own long thick cock until his cum painted her face in glossy pools, drips, and strings.
He lay her back down on the coffee table and maneuvered her arms so they were out and to the side, bent at the elbow as though someone had his hands on her wrists and were pinning her down. Then he spread her legs, a pool of her own cum glistened on the table and my white globs dripped down off her clit and into her own fluids. Terry looked at me, “Do you want a picture before we clean her up?” He asked.
I pulled out my phone and snapped a few shots, including a few up close of her pussy and Terry laughed, “Izzy, baby, hold yourself open for Mr. Vinnon.”
Her fingers slid along her outer labia and she pulled herself further open, further exposed, though very little of her anatomy was hidden in the first shots. I too a few more photos, admiring the sheen of my cum as it dripped and pooled slightly in her hole before dripping down her perineum and onto the table.
“Just tell me when to be there,” I said quietly.
Terry grabbed his daughter’s panties and sopped up her fluids from the table, but left the fluids tainted with my own cum, then handed me the panties, “You won’t regret it,” he said as he began to gather my cum from her pussy then parted her lips and rubbed it thickly onto her tongue before doing the same with his own cum from her face. She licked and slurped it from her father’s fingers like it was the only life source she knew how to survive on.
He put her dress back on, no panties, no bra, and held his daughter close to him as they left, the sticky sheen of his cum still visible on parts of her face. It was an agonizing week of nightmares involving watching my daughter in various sexual situations, from lovingly fucking a boy her own age, to being passed around by my old perverted friends. I waited for the appointed time to come around but it was fucking hard and felt like a week took over a month to finish. I went to dinner at Terry’s place. Izzy had soft music playing and candles lit, the food smelled amazing and Cora arrived just a few minutes before everything was ready.
My daughter scowled when she saw me, but I smiled softly, “How’ve you been, sweetheart?” I asked.
She looked to Izzy and glared. Izzy came to my rescue, “Yes, I tricked you, Cori. You’ve been really rude to your dad and I get it, but you can’t go on blaming one parent for a divorce, it’s a mutual decision and I’m sure you’ve noticed your mom moved on much easier and faster than your dad did. Did you ever consider why that was?” She asked.
Cora looked to me and I looked to the ground, “No, it wasn’t…,” she said quietly, not finishing her thought, but pouting slightly.
Izzy smiled and ushered Cora over to the sofa with me, “Talk to him,” she said, then she looked at me, “And you be honest with her, about everything.”
My daughter sat next to me and crossed her arms over her chest, “Why’d she tell you to be honest?” She finally asked me after an uncomfortably long silence.
“Because I’ve let you believe what you wanted to believe since we told you we were getting divorced. You immediately blamed me, but I wanted to go to counseling, to work it out. I love your mother,” I said.
“Most people fight for what they love,” her voice was so fucking cold.
I shook my head, “I didn’t cheat on your mother. She cheated on me with her boss. She wanted the divorce, I didn’t,” I said with a sigh.
I glanced over to my daughter and she looked visibly upset, “Mommy said…” she started.
I held up my hand to quiet her, “The only thing I wanted was custody of you for that last year and she lied in order to get you to side with her. I didn’t see the point in making you hate the both of us, so I just dealt with it. I love you, I just wanted you safe and happy.
Cora’s body language softened and Izzy was smiling as she came back into the room, “Dinner’s ready,” she said.
She and her father made a beautiful roast with an assortment of root veggies. Terry opened a bottle of red wine and poured everyone a glass. Cora didn’t touch it at first but I looked at her, “You can drink it if you want,” I said.
My daughter tipped her head curiously at me but took the glass and had a sip, then another, a small smile on her face as she put the glass down. Izzy brought out a dessert of fresh strawberries and a champagne cream with chocolate shavings over it. It was delicious and Cora devoured hers and half of mine.
I laughed, it was nice to have my daughter not look at me with hatred and scorn, but just the soft smile of a very loved daughter. Izzy took Cora up to her room while Terry and I set up a movie to watch with the girls in the living room.
“Does Cora know what tonight is?” I asked him.
“Izzy’s been talking to her about it, well, mostly talking to her about being with me,” he said, “She’ll come back down in a nightie if she’s open to it and a t-shirt and shorts if she’s not, we’ll proceed accordingly.”
I was disgusted with myself as my thoughts lingered on seeing my daughter descend the staircase with her friend, both in a slinky white chemise with tiny straps. The hardness of her nipples visible through the thin fabric. I tried to chase the thoughts from my mind, but I just got painfully hard as I realized if she comes down in that nightie, it means she’s okay with me watching her lose her virginity with my best friend.
I was anxious and Terry poured more drinks for us as we waited for the girls. I have to admit, I was bordering on drunk by the time we heard the stairs creak and turned to see both of our daughters in soft lingerie. My beautiful redhead in a white lace and silk chemise that barely covered her pussy, the lace cups revealed her soft pink nipples and, I admit, I was staring at her as she blushed, undoubtedly feeling my eyes burning through her as I took in her body. His brunette goddess wore a black lace bustier, garter, and tiny g-string along with matching stockings and high heels.
It honestly would have been fitting to see Izzy holding a leash attached to a collar around my daughter’s neck, leading the innocent little virgin to the depraved hands of the vixen’s sexually corrupt father. Another girl to add to his tally of conquested daughters, including his own. I shook my head of the image and Izzy took Cora’s hand and led her over to me.
I tilted my head curiously, my daughter blushed brightly but lifted her eyes to look at me, “Hi, Daddy,” she whispered in a slightly strangled voice of uncertainty.
I looked at Terry as Izzy walked past me and over to him, “What’s this?” I asked.
“A gift,” Terry said as his hand caressed his own daughter’s body, “A way for the two of you to reconnect like we did.”
I shook my head, “This isn’t what…” I started but Izzy interrupted me.
“Cora wanted it this way. I told her how different it is with Daddy, how much more invested he is in my safety and pleasure and she wants that kind of connection for her first time,” Izzy said.
Cora’s hand reached out, her fingertips ran down my arm until she curled her fingers around my index finger, “Please, Daddy?” She whispered.
I looked back to Terry and Izzy. She was on her knees choking on her father’s cock already, he’d turned his own daughter into a sex starved whore and it was so fucking hot to watch her choke then pull back only for her own father to grip the back of her head and ram his dick down her throat himself.
Cora was watching them too, and squeezing her thighs together, “We can go home and forget all about this if you want, Cori,” I said softly.
“I’ve been awful to you over the past year,” she said, “I can make it up to you now, Daddy.”
Something about this didn’t feel right to me. Your daughter doesn’t go from hating your guts to wanting to fuck you just because you tell her the truth about your divorce and have a fancy dinner together. I turned to Izzy, “This doesn’t feel right to me,” I said.
Izzy pulled her lips from her father’s mouth and rolled her eyes, “I showed her a video of Daddy and me. She was weird about it at first but I talked to her while she watched the video and by the end of it, she wanted to see what it was like. She’s lusting after you and the one thing she was afraid of was you thinking she was gross for wanting to try it. If you don’t want us to see, take her up to Daddy’s room so you two can have some privacy to work through this together.”
Cora tugged on my finger and I obediently followed my daughter up the stairs and into the big bedroom at the end of the hall. She turned to the tv and turned it on, a video of Izzy and Terry carefully and slowly pleasing one another played. I was transfixed by the image of that beautiful girl riding her father’s cock while he grabbed her ass and begged her to let him cum. She had the control, even though from my perspective the other night, he appeared to have it.
Cora’s voice echoed in my ear as I watched the intense images, “Daddy, they look so happy together. She looks so loved and wanted. I want to feel that way too. I want you to love me and want me like her dad does. Please, Daddy?” She begged.
She was undressing me and I didn’t even realize it until I felt her hand curl around my dick much like it had my finger, only this time her hand didn’t fully close around it, there was a good sized gap between her thumb and fingertips. I could hear Izzy screaming in pleasure, though I wasn’t sure if it was on the video or downstairs, but it let my pull my eyes from the video and look over my daughter.
I closed my eyes, expecting her to be gone when I opened them, but there she was, beautiful and needy as her hand began to stroke me.
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