Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Ma/ft, ft/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Father, Daughter, Group Sex, Voyeurism, Size, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My self-willed daughter doesn't do girlie or sexy, she's into sports and now parkour. Trouble is she's still in ninth grade but the guys she's started doing it with are college age. How protective should I be?? I can't discuss it with her mother, because she ran off with another woman a couple of years ago.

I reckon any father would worry if his ninth-grade daughter started hanging out with college-age guys. Lucie isn't what you would call a delicate personality, but still, fifteen - and fifteen for only a few weeks - is a vulnerable age for a girl: they're developing physically, but they're not equipped to deal with adults on an equal level. They can be insecure and impressionable, even though they know everything.

So last month, when Lucie showed me herself on Youtube in the company of two young men and a young woman of around twenty, I was a bit freaked. She wasn't thinking what I was thinking of course, she was just proud of what she was doing, which for sure was impressive: it's called 'parkour' apparently, and consists of running along rails, jumping off buildings, running up vertical walls, leaping off bridges and somehow landing into a somersault without even hurting themselves.

It was extreme, though Lucie has always been an athlete and good at all kinds of sports. But I wasn't so much concerned about a sprained ankle, or even a broken bone, as about why a group of people so much older wanted to hang out with her. Lucie is very attractive. Not small at five-six, and not weak, but still...

"That's awesome, but why are they interested in you?" I blurted clumsily. "Sorry, I didn't mean that how it came out. I mean, when you're so much younger?"

For the thousandth time I wished her mother was still around to help deal with these things, instead of being in Connecticut with that woman she'd suddenly run off with. It had been difficult enough three years ago, and now since Lucie had hit adolescence I constantly seemed to say the wrong thing.

"Oh thanks!" she said sarcastically. "I was watching them, is all, and I copied a couple of things and they saw and asked if I'd done it before and it just happened from there. It's a buzz. They're not like grooming me or anything, and they're only a few years older. Maddie is only nineteen even and they live at home too just like me. I never knew you were so uptight and controlling."

"I'm not being controlling," I defended myself. "I just wanted to be sure that's all, and understand why they're interested in you. If it's just about the parkour then that's fine obviously. I guess it's not every day they come across a girl who wants to try it."

"It's all healthy and I have to work out to be fit and it doesn't do any harm." Just because she'd won didn't mean she couldn't keep on arguing. "It's not like doing drugs or drinking or going clubbing or hanging around the mall and things you ought to be worrying about. I'll bring them over and you can meet them." She switched on her father-melting smile. "Anyway we even like the same music and everything."

"Okay," I smiled back gratefully. At least if they came here I could get an idea what they were like, and they'd know Lucie wasn't on her own but had someone who'd be after them if they tried anything.

So the next Saturday afternoon I was welcoming the three young people I'd seen in the video. To my relief they came across as very decent, polite and likeable, and I didn't worry when they all went up to Lucie's room. After all one of them was a girl, and pretty soon the music Lucie said they had in common was thrumming faintly through the house - faintly because I moved Lucie's room from over the living room to the back of the house last year when she briefly developed a taste for Metal.

It was just an instinct, a couple of hours later when I heard them coming down the stairs, that made me go out into the hall to say goodbye. In hindsight I guess I'd picked up that they were being a bit quiet about it. They were acting a little guilty, all four of them, and by the time I'd said goodbye and closed the door, Lucie was halfway up the stairs on the way back to her room. It was a trifle hasty.

"Just going to grab a shower," she called down.

I went back into the living room, trying to decide if my nose had smelt anything. I couldn't decide. Lucie had looked and sounded completely confident and happy, so I was pretty sure nothing had gone down that she hadn't wanted. But I couldn't shake the feeling something had gone down that I hadn't wanted.

Drugs? There hadn't been time really, and it didn't fit with the parkour super-fitness thing. They hadn't shown any sign of that or of drink. And why a shower at five in the afternoon? That aroma in the hall...

I didn't want to believe anything sexual had happened, which anyway I couldn't imagine. It wasn't just that Lucie is so young. She doesn't present herself as a sexual creature; she's strictly a person. Someone who does things. Her clothes are baggy and shapeless, and she doesn't wear makeup or jewelry or take any particular care over her appearance. Her medium-length straight brown hair gets washed and that's it.

But anyway when Lucie came down for dinner I copped out. I just knew that if I asked what they'd been up to I'd get a snappy and uninformative reply, with a comment about how I didn't give her any space and a barbed question about what I thought she'd been doing. So I asked her about parkour and admired her, like a good devoted parent.

I mentioned how pleasant her new friends seemed and we ended up on the couch while she played videos on the TV of all kinds of parkour and girls boarding, surfing and cliff diving. It was impressive, and I was happy to say so. If these were her role models I could only feel good about it, and in fact altogether I was pretty thrilled to see my daughter turning out the way she was headed, even if she can be a challenge sometimes.

She isn't super-duper intelligent, just a decent A/B student, but she does enough work so that she'll have options and be able to fulfil herself. She has charisma and character, and I love having her around and knowing I helped to create and nurture her.

She had her normal friends over the next day, and I didn't hear any more about her new parkour buddies until the next Saturday, when she had them over again, in the evening. This time I couldn't quite stop myself being suspicious, though there wasn't anything I could do about it: Lucie's room is at the end of the corridor so there's no excuse for being around the door, and I'd long ago stopped going in there. It's her private space and to call her for dinner or anything I either yell or literally have to phone or text her.

So I sat watching TV and wasting time on my laptop. After a while I went ineffectually upstairs into the spare room next to Lucie's, pretending to put something in there, but the music made it impossible to hear anything of what they were doing. I mooched back down.

When they left I went and said goodbye again, but I didn't glean anything apart from a sarky "wow you're so polite Daddy," from my daughter as I closed the door. And the impression she'd just had a shower.

During the next days I kept wondering if I was seeing a change in her - as in, from child to young woman - but it was hard to be sure whether it was just my imagination. She is at that stage of course, and spending time with older kids could have that effect in any case, I assumed. But she was still seeing them.

In the end I did what any concerned father would do, and put spy cameras in her room. Yes alright any concerned paranoid over-protective father maybe, and there were all kinds of reasons not to, but it was all I could think of. If the kids weren't doing anything I could take the cameras out again and no harm done. I wasn't going to watch her getting changed or anything like that, just take a look at what she was doing with her older parkour friends. A glimpse or two would be enough. After all they weren't here to do parkour, were they?

So when they came round, the following Friday evening, I was ensconced in my bedroom with my laptop and two camera pictures side by side on the screen: one from a fake smoke alarm on the ceiling, and one from a fake PIR burglar alarm sensor on the wall looking across the bed parallel to the window.

For once my history of fussing over her had worked for me, and Lucie had accepted the new 'protection' merely as further evidence of my paranoia, with just a lift of her girlish unplucked eyebrows and half an eye-roll. If she'd been older she'd have wondered, probably, but she'd never come across anything so sneaky as these gadgets, and the camera holes really were too small to notice.

As a feeble compromise I'd chosen not to have audio, so I just watched, feeling nervous and guilty, as they came into her room, which is the main bedroom for the house and used to be mine and her mother Val's before I opted for a quieter life. Also, to be honest, I'm kinda bribing her, with the space and ensuite, to spend more time here and less in Connecticut with her mom. Though suddenly the big double bed was looking ALL wrong.

They all looked energized while Lucie chose some music on her phone, that plays through the hifi, and I heard it begin in the distance. She span round and moved up to the taller of the two boys, Greg, slid a deft hand behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss!

While I was trying to adjust to the idea that innocent, sexless young Lucie was a complete fake these days she let go, moved to Connor and kissed him! And Connor was clearly expecting it when she left him to kiss the girl, Madison!

My mind reeled as my young daughter continued to make out with another girl, pulling her against herself, kissing deeply, and moving her around so she could look at the two boys. It was clear she was grinning at the same time as kissing, winding the guys up while she was enjoying Madison, who is blonde, very pretty, a fraction shorter than herself with a similar athletic build.

Madison was obviously enjoying it too, squirming against Lucie and combing her fingers through her hair. They broke the kiss and with no hesitation the four of them started pulling off their clothes. Their clothes are all just sweats so in a moment they were in a heap on a chair and my daughter was naked on the screen, along with, apparently, her three lovers!

I'd hardly seen Lucie's body since she grew up. She doesn't sunbathe or come downstairs in pajamas or a robe, she's always in sweats or baggy jeans and top. And evidently she always wears a pretty tight sports bra because she's a good C/D cup! I was amazed. They'd never really shown. Not this much.

Perhap she was a bit shy about them? Or had been before maybe. Now I could see she loved having them touched up, kissed and admired, judging by her smile and the big, erect nipples that Madison and Greg were licking. Her tits are the kind that are spread a long way on the chest, but don't stick out a whole lot - or at least not as far as some D-cups. They looked very firm.

While Madison the blue-eyed-blonde-with-cheekbones, and tallish, handsome Greg played with her lovely tits, five-ten hunk Connor snuggled into naked Lucie from behind, kissing her neck and stroking his broad hands up her thighs. Lucie was the centre of attention, younger or not. And she was loving it,

As well she might, I was thinking. It was all very respectful and affectionate. She is a bit of a stunner, I was seeing more clearly than ever. Her body is a beautiful shape, with wide, straight shoulders and more of a waist than I'd realized. Hips. Thighs. She has lovely fine skin, and green-brown eyes that are especially alive. It's a magnetic face with an amazing mouth and a thin nose which curves up at the end and wiggles slightly as she talks. And she is sexual now. I was trying not to get a hard-on watching my own daughter having an orgy.

Already Connor's hands were at her pussy, and her legs were apart as her pelvis started to writhe. Her fluffy brown bush appeared and disappeared when the others moved, kissing and fondling. My view kept changing, especially from the camera on the wall, as inevitably there was often someone or something in the way, but I could see her face lighting up more and more as the hands and lips caressed her body.

Then when she turned and lay back on the bed I literally gasped: Greg and Connor are huge! Greg looked as big as me, which is seven and three-quarters long and one and three-quarters wide. Connor is into the eights, and just as thick. Jesus Christ was Lucie taking these?

She was. Greg moved between her wide-open thighs and began to ease his monster into her. Lucie's mouth was open, gasping, as she was impaled. She lifted her knees right up and out to help things along, and after only a few gentle thrusts he was most of the way in.

I discovered I had a raging erection of my own. I gazed at Madison for a few seconds, as though to kid myself that it was the lithe blonde with her pert conical tits who was arousing me. She was on one side of Greg, and Connor was on the other, while Greg's lean ass began to sway to and fro.

Lucie was grinning an increasingly wild grin, saying something, and Greg speeded up. She took his upper arms and urged him on with her fingers. He was landing harder now, penetrating her fully, and I watched in disbelief as she flexed her pelvis to meet him and get every last fraction in. She reached for Madison and Connor, who took a leg and a hand each and supported her while she got totally, totally fucked.

They were all grinning, all sharing and involved, while Greg speeded up and up. It was intense. I reckoned he needed to be as lean and fit as he was to manage it, leaning over the bed while his two sexy assistants restrained Lucie against the high speed thrusting.

I grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside unit, and as Lucie flexed her pelvis right up off the bed, her face a mask of desperate rapture, I started to cum with her. And so did Greg. His rhythm slowed and he held each deep, penetrating thrust in for a second - once ... twice ... three ... four times ... before finishing pressed steadily in to spurt the last of his sperm way, way up inside my daughter.

Lucie was grinning happily as Greg slowly withdrew, and the others were grinning back. She pulled Madison onto the bed beside her and the two girls kissed and fondled for a minute, while the guys stood and watched - Greg with a softening huge cock and Connor with a jutting massive one.

There was no way Lucie's pussy would be ready for another fuck right after THAT, so I waited agog to see what would happen next. It looked like Madison is completely gay and not into the boys at all, so everything was revolving around Lucie. I was pretty impressed with the older trio's friendship, that they could do everything together and not let that get in the way. It spoke of serious respect, and helped me believe Lucie wasn't being used.

I could see how, fifteen or not, Lucie was a helluva find for the older trio: into parkour, bisexual, gorgeous, and not looking for anything emotional. Not to say highly sexed and able to take those enormous cocks!

Talking of which, Lucie was separating from Madison. She rolled towards Connor and drew him onto the bed next to her, on his side. After a quick kiss she shuffled down so she could kiss his bulging, dark red cockhead and fondle the golf-ball-sized balls which were clamped tight round the base of his vast shaft. His broad-shouldered, muscular body was visibly trembling as she delicately licked and caressed his desperate manhood.

I knew some of what he was feeling as I carefully wrapped mine in a fresh tissue. Guiltily I tried to shift my attention to Madison, who was lying on her back next to Lucie with her knees apart, writhing gently, one hand squeezing her pert left tit and one between her lissom thighs, in her pussy. But after a minute my gaze was drawn irresistibly back to what Lucie was still doing to Connor's outsize meat.

She was licking slowly up the shaft. She has a long, pointed tongue. Her slender, deft fingers danced over the hairs on his ballsack, periodically closing to caress the taut skin and to cup first one testicle, then the other. The desperate boy said something, and touched her hair. Lucie shook her head, shuffled a few inches up the bed, and rolled almost onto her back. With her freed left hand she stroked her fingertips up the shaft, making Connor involuntarily thrust his cock forwards. For another minute she caressed the veiny skin up and down; up and down, while he twitched and trembled.

Lucie moved her right hand between her legs and brought it back with her fingers glistening with pussy juice, which she then smeared over the enormous hard, hypersensitized cockhead. Instantly a huge gout of cum sprayed out between her fingers and literally splashed onto her buoyant tits.

In my head I could hear Connor's groan as Lucie pumped his shaft firmly with her hand while spurt after spurt jetted out over her tits. Long streams impacted on her left one, then her right. On her nipple, and on the firm, inviting underside. Into the valley between them, and up onto the far side, then yet again over the near one. Her tits were inundated. They looked like a cup of glutinous milk had been poured over them.

Finally the spasms eased and the flow slowed to a dribble. I noticed Madison's body beginning to relax with the odd aftershock, from her cum that I'd faintly registered in the back of my mind. Everybody watched streams of pale white semen dribble down Lucie's tits that were so firm they barely spread even on her back. She lay back with a satisfied grin on her beautiful young face.

She said something. I realized it had to be who was going to lick the cum off. She grinned round, but nobody wanted to. Madison because she wasn't into boy cum, presumably; Greg likewise; and Connor because he wasn't into eating his own cum of course. Lucie seemed to be pressing the point with Connor, and eventually he leaned over and gingerly took a lick. Then he made a face.

Lucie said something more and pointed a finger at him as she got up. I could only guess that earlier he'd asked her to suck him and let him cum in her mouth, and now he was being given a lecture on the subject of what cum tastes like. He held his hands up in surrender; a gesture I could only empathize with.

Lucie smiled again, waved Madison over and they disappeared into the shower together. I imagined the girls washing each other while I peeled the second wet tissue off my slowly subsiding cock.

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