Did you ever have one of those days where it just seems like everything is right? The stars align, the gods smile and life is just as good as it can be? I was having one of those days. I had just completed a big project at work. The owner of the company was very pleased with me and cut me a big bonus check and gave me two weeks off. My daughters were back in town. They picked me up at lunchtime and took me sailing. This was a perfect day. We've always been close. Calaney is my oldest. She's always held a special place in my heart. At twenty seven she's smart, successful and gorgeous. She's tall and slender; raven black hair and shocking blue eyes and the whitest, creamiest skin imaginable. She's a DC lawyer and when the deals get done she's a shark. She just intimidates people. Campbell is my youngest. She was twenty five, the top real estate agent in the booming Austin market and, in her own way, just as gorgeous as her sister. She's only five feet five, but she's been making men drool since she was a freshman in high school. It's like she oozes sexy. She has very large breasts. If she were taller and heavier they probably wouldn't look that big, but on a hundred pound frame and at her height she just has acres of cleavage that she doesn't mind showing. She's my baby, always has been since the day she was born and always will be. She's blonde and tanned and has the same eyes as Calaney. That's what they got from their Mom.
They took me out on the ocean and for the first three hours it was awesome. We lounged around, just me catching up on their lives and drank beer. They stripped down to bikinis as soon as we left harbor and the sight of the two of them was just breathtaking. Clara, my wife, had one of her charity things to go to, so it was just me and the girls.
I'm the plant manager of a large dehydrated foods plant and I just got that good news that I was getting a huge bonus for productivity. My company has a key employee program and they figured I was one of those key employees. They reward us handsomely to keep us and I was doing very well. I was getting a double bonus! We were doing so well my wife to quit her job ten years ago and concentrated on all the things she had always wanted to do. She seemed pretty happy serving on town committees, charity boards and women's clubs and I liked to make her happy. She's the love of my life. I took her to our senior prom, we dated all through college and we've been married for twenty nine years. She was still as beautiful to me as the day we met. She was quite the head turner then and she still is. I never quite understood what she saw in me. Sure, I'm not a troll; I still lift weights four days a week and swim five days. I've got all my teeth and I'm a big guy. The hairline receded so much I chopped it all off to just stubble years ago. Still, I never thought I was in her league. She's one of those girls in the room that every guy gravitates toward and hits on. It's been going on for years but she knows how to handle that.
At that senior prom she squeezed Kenny O'Hara's nuts like a vise for grabbing her ass and a "back off" glare from her has been known to cause blizzards in Southern Florida. She's put on a little weight down through the years and she frets about it. She's always on some diet or other but she looks like a million bucks to me. Anyway, she was off opening some community center in the next town up the coast and I had my girls all to myself.
The first problem in that perfect day was a ten knot wind that built a chop on the water. We bobbed up and down like a cork in a bottle and the first thing I knew I was feeling queasy. It got worse the longer we were out. I don't usually suffer from motion sickness. Every year or two, for some reason, I get seasick out on the water. This was one of those times. By the time the girls got us back to the marina I had offered the entire contents of my stomach to the water gods. I was hanging over the rail when we docked and the girls were having a blast at my poor, green at the gills, wretched self. If you ever show a moment, the slightest sign of weakness, they never let you forget it. This one would be the subject of hilarious recounting for years, I was sure.
I dragged my tired, sick ass up to the truck and they piled in. Campbell drove and I hung my head out the window for the fresh air. There's nothing quite as miserable as motion sickness. We had been planning to stay out until dark and it was only four thirty when we pulled up at the house. The girls helped me into the house and I collapsed on the sofa. They went off upstairs to change and I noticed some sounds coming from our bedroom. The door was shut but there was this rhythmic thumping sound coming from there. I forced myself up off the couch and went to the door. I leaned against the wall for a minute and opened the door.
That great day I had been having was really going to shit. "Oh, God, George," I heard. "Just like that! Fuck me, lover!"
There before my astonished eyes I saw George Pendergrass, the City Manager, buried balls deep in my loving wife of twenty nine years. They were fucking like rabbits and I stood there with my mouth open. What the hell! I pulled out my iPhone just in time to catch a video. "Whose pussy is this?" George grunted.
"Your pussy," Clara moaned. "It's your pussy. Fuck me harder!"
"Smith can't fuck you like this, can he?" he panted.
She didn't reply to that, just kept asking him to fuck her harder.
"Daddy, what are you ... Oh, my God!" Calaney said from behind me.
Clara heard our daughter's startled cry and her head shot up. She locked eyes with me and then she saw Calaney.
She began to scramble to try to push George off of her. He must have thought it was some movement of passion because he just kept hammering away.
"Smith! Oh my God, no!" Clara screamed. "Calaney! Please, no! Oh God, please!"
George must have been cumming about that time because by the time he stood up he spurted his load up over her and one glob hit her in the eye. He saw me standing there and started scrambling for his pants. He was stammering and holding out his hands to fend me off. It was unnecessary. I couldn't move. Unfortunately, he was trapped. I was standing in the doorway and he had nowhere to go.
"Don't do anything foolish, now, Smith." He was trying to pull up his pants. "If you hurt me you'll go to jail. Just calm down!"
His pleas were ridiculous because I hadn't moved from the spot I'd been in when I opened the door. I could tell he was thinking about what he was going to do and how he was going to get around me. He didn't want any part of me. He could remember some of the hits I'd put on him in football practice back in high school. His eyes cast wildly around and fell on the window. He ran over and dove through. I think it was a bad idea because he landed in one of Clara's prize rose bushes. He screeched like a banshee and there was some wild thrashing about. We could see him running down the street, naked as a baby, bleeding from cuts from the glass and scratched like he'd been run over by a heard of bobcats. He was looking back over his shoulder to make sure I wasn't gaining on him and ran into the neighbor's mail box. He fell and scrambled wildly to get up. I laughed hysterically and Clara looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I'm sure she thought I'd become a dangerous lunatic and she was trying to cover herself with the bedspread.
"Smith, Calaney, this isn't what it looks like," she babbled. "I can explain!"
"Explain what, Mom?" Calaney snarled. "It sure looked like you were fucking George freaking Pendergrass in your and Daddy's bed. It looks like you've got his cum all over you. It sounded like you were begging him to fuck you harder. I guess that wasn't happening though."
Clara was wiping frantically at her eye, trying to get the cum out of it and saying stupid things at the same time.
"Please, let me explain! Don't hurt me Smith. I'm sorry! Just let me talk to you."
That hurt my feelings. "What the hell are you talking about, 'don't hurt me?' We've been married twenty nine years and I've never even raised my voice at you. What possible fantasy makes you think I'd hurt you?"
"I know it looks bad," she wept. "Please, just let me clean up and we can talk about this."
"What's to talk about?" I asked. "You were fucking him or you weren't."
Campbell came in to see what all the fuss was about. She took one look at her naked mother and looked at me. "Daddy? What's going on? It smells like pussy in here. What the hell happened to the window?"
"Mom was fucking George freaking Pendergrass in Daddy's bed and that's how he got away from Daddy," Calaney told her.
Campbell launched herself at Clara and just slapped the shit out of her. "You bitch!" she screamed.
I dragged her away. "Campbell, you aren't helping anything," I held her tightly. "I know it hurts, baby, but you need to calm down. I love you and I need you to calm down."
I pulled Calaney in for a hug and we just stood there for a minute, looking at their blubbering mother.
"Daddy, you can sleep in my room tonight," Calaney said. "Campbell and I will share."
We turned and walked out the door. "Wait!" Clara cried. "Please! Smith, girls; just talk to me! Give me a chance."
We shut the door behind us and went and sat on the sofa. Both my babies were crying their hearts out and I was a wreck myself. I had an irrational thought that I needed to fix the window.
"I need to get that window covered up," I said. "It might rain tonight."
The girls looked up at me like I was nuts. "Are you okay, Daddy?" Campbell asked.
"I think he's in shock," Calaney said. "He's talking crazy. Daddy, what are you going to do?"
"I really don't know, girls," I said. "I wonder how long this has been going on? Is Pendergrass the only one? Am I blind? I had no idea. Have you girls ever heard rumors about your mother or anything like that?"
They both denied ever having heard anything. "I just want to go in there and beat the shit out of her," Campbell said. "How could she do this to us?"
"I just don't know what the hell could be the matter with her," Calaney said. "George fucking Pendergrass. He's a pompous windbag with a paunch and flabby arms. I mean, look at Daddy! He's a hunk! Do you know how many times my girlfriends have told me they'd like to fu ... oh; I should shut up now."
"I know, right?" Campbell said "My girlfriends ... for years ... What a freaking mess! She must be nuts!"
I'll have to admit that made me feel a little better. I was doubting everything about my life. I thought Clara and I had a remarkable sex life for people our age. I mean, I'm fifty six and she just hit the double nickel, but we were still going at it at least three times a week. Clara had even been extra horny for the last six months or so. She'd come home from some meeting and just fuck me until I couldn't get it up again. I guessed I'd been really thick not to have noticed anything going on.
"Are we going to let her talk or just kick her ass to the curb?" Campbell asked. "Are you going to divorce her, Daddy?"
I started to get really sad, thinking about that. All my life I just wanted to be able to end up with Clara; raise our girls, retire, spoil our grandkids, sit on the porch and hold hands with the love of my life until the sun went down for us. Now, I was looking at something that didn't seem possible. Tears were running down my cheeks and I felt two pairs of soft little lips on my cheeks.
"Campbell and I are going to take care of you, Daddy," Calaney whispered. "You're going to be just fine. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but I promise you're never going to be lonely or alone. We'll get through this. We have each other."
I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't had my two babies with me. "I'm so proud of you two," I told them. "I'd be a mess if you weren't here. Thank you; I don't know how to thank you enough."
"Bullshit," Campbell said. "You've rescued me from my own stupidity all my life; Calaney too. We love you, Daddy. So are we going to let her talk?"
"Of course we are," Calaney said. "She'll either fix this or dig her own grave. Daddy, Mom's done a shitty thing here, but I love her. No matter what happens she's still our Mom. We're with you, whatever you want to do, but she's still our Mom."
"I know, honey," I said. "No matter what happens she's going to need you. I love her too, but I can't imagine how I'm going to get through this and still feel the same way about her. I mean, Jesus Christ; how am I supposed to get that image out of my mind, Calaney. You saw it. You heard them. How do I get over that?"
"I don't know, Daddy," she said. "I don't even know if you should try. Let's hear what the slut has to say for herself."
The shower had been running while we talked. It turned off and in about ten minutes Clara came out. She was wearing jeans and a button up plaid shirt. She was barefoot and her eyes were puffy and swollen. She was still crying and she took a tentative step toward us. She stopped and looked from one of her daughter's faces to the other. She looked at me and then she just collapsed to the floor, weeping hopelessly.
Calaney leaped to her feet and helped Clara to a chair. She sat on the arm of the chair and held her mother's head to her chest, petting her while she cried.
"Mom, you need to stop crying and talk to us," she said. "You really fucked up bad."
"I know," she sobbed. "I've ruined everything. I don't know what to do."
"You could start by telling us what the hell is going on with you," Campbell said.
Clara looked up at me. She jumped out of the chair and came running to me. She knelt in the floor at my feet and hugged my legs, burying her face in my lap. "Smith, I'm so sorry, God I'm so sorry! When I saw your face I knew. You're going to divorce me, aren't you? Please don't divorce me! Don't throw me away! Give me a chance to make it right. I'll work like a dog! I'll do anything you say."
She crawled over to Campbell. "Please baby, I know I ruined everything. I'll do anything to fix it. Help me Campbell! I'm desperate! Don't take my life away. Calaney," she turned to her other daughter. "Please! I'm begging you. What can I do?"
I pulled her away from Campbell and held her face between my hands. "We believe you, Clara," I said. "You're sorry. Obviously you're sorry. You want to fix it, we believe you. Don't do this anymore. Stop apologizing. We all love you. We want to fix it too. This isn't like you burned a roast or wrecked the car. It's more like you created a monster and it's raging around and trying to eat us. None of us know how to fix this. We want to know what you were doing. Maybe if we understand what you thought you were doing, we can see how to fix it. The problem is that we're all unbelievably hurt and angry with you. We all accept your apology. The monster is still here though. I think you need to go and pack a bag. Go and stay with your sister for a few days. Get yourself together. Let us all have a chance to calm down. We aren't going to be able to do that with you here."
"No!" she wept. "I can't stay with her! She's the one that got me into this mess to begin with. I never want to see her again. I know it's my fault, but she's the one that put the idea in my head. She started all this. She wanted me to do this. I hate her! I can't go there."
"I'm taking a month off," Campbell said. "Go and stay at my place. Get some sun. Think about what you did and come up with a way to fix it."
"I'm doing the same thing," Calaney said. "We're going to stay here with Daddy. Go and get yourself together, Mom. When we're ready, you can come back and tell us your plan. We'll give you ours.
"Try to keep your legs closed in the meantime!" Campbell snarled.
"Campbell!" Calaney said. "That isn't helping anything!"
Clara looked like she'd been slapped. She burst out into a new round of sobbing. "Please don't send me away," she begged. "You'll never let me come back. I'll just be old and alone and I'll never see you again."
"You should have thought of that..." Campbell began. "No, I'm not going there. Jesus Christ, Mom. How could you do this? Of all the things you could have done to make me hate you, this is the worst! I can't stand the sight of you, don't you get it? Go away and leave us alone for a while. Let us heal a little bit. Get your act together."
"Smith?" Clara looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Promise me you'll let me come back. I'll be good! I'll, I'll ... please let me come back. I'll explain everything. I'll tell you everything. I just can't think now. I'm so upset and so sorry and so sad."
"You can come back," I told her. "I don't know what's going to happen, Clara, but you can come back. I'll listen to you. Calaney and Campbell will listen too. Let us have some peace, and you get some clarity. I'm telling you, you better be damned persuasive. Come up with a game plan, Clara."
"I will," she promised. "Thank you Smith. Thank you girls. Can I take Andi with me? You know she's my best friend. I think I'll kill myself if I don't have someone to talk to. She'll help me understand. No, I don't want her. Calaney, I need you, baby. Will you go with me? No, I can't ask you. You're too angry with me."
"I'll go with you for a couple of days, Mom," Calaney said. "Then I'm coming back here. Dad needs me and you're the one that made this mess."
"I'll stay with you for a couple of days when she comes back," Campbell said.
Clara looked fearfully at her youngest daughter. "You won't be mean to me? You hit me, Campbell! I don't think I can stand it if you say things like ... like ... it just makes me feel worse."
"I won't promise, but I do love you, Mom," Campbell said. "I'll try very hard."
"Oh, my God; thank you girls," Clara wept. "I know I don't deserve to have two beautiful babies like you. I'm just so desperate. Thank you. I'll go and pack."
Campbell went with her and in half an hour they came back and Clara had her favorite suitcase. She turned at the door and looked at me. "I'm so sorry, Smith," she said. "I'll tell you everything, do anything you want me to. I don't deserve you either, but I'm going to try to do everything I can to show you I love you and that you're the only man I've ever loved."
She turned forlornly and went to her car. Calaney drove and they disappeared. Campbell snuggled up against me as we sat back down on the sofa. "Jesus Christ, what a shitty day," she said. "Are you over being seasick, you pussy?"
I laughed. "Yeah, I guess I am."
We talked for a while and ate a sandwich before we finally went to bed.
In the middle of the night I felt the bed shake. "Daddy," Campbell whispered. "Are you awake?"
"Yes, I can't sleep," I told her.
"Me either," she said. "I need my Daddy to hold me."
"I need to hold my baby girl," I said.
I flipped the covers back and she climbed in, like she had when she was a little girl. Campbell was afraid of thunder and many a night had been spent with her cuddling up between her mother and I during a thunderstorm. She ooched over and lay with her head on my chest and I wrapped her in my arms. Her hair smelled clean and faintly floral. We whispered for a while and she drifted off. I held her and she felt warm and comforting in my arms. I let it all slip away.
I had the most amazing dream. Clara was giving me head. It had been a while. She never liked the taste of cum much. She would do it, but not very often. This was an amazing blow job. Her mouth was hotter than it had ever been and she was taking more of me than she'd ever taken before. It just went on and on. She would take me right to the edge and then just tease until I settled down again. It seemed, in my dream, to go on for hours. She never let me cum. After about the fourth time blowing my mind she slid up over me and impaled herself on my aching cock. She rode me like nothing I'd ever felt before. Her big breasts were all over me, driving me wild, scraping her hard nipples all over my chest and moaning into my mouth. She was so wet and slippery too. She seemed unusually tight. Lately it seemed like we were using lubrication to prime her up, but she was dripping. I could feel it coming, roaring through me like a freight train. I was about to cum!
I reached up and tangled my fingers in her long hair. The dream shattered. Clara didn't have long hair! She had a cute little page boy bob. My eyes snapped open and there in front of me was Campbell's gorgeous face. She was obviously cumming like a bomb and the look on her face was indescribable. It was a look her Daddy had never seen and was never supposed to see. Looking into your baby's face while she cums on your hard cock inside her is the most incredibly erotic sight on earth. This was the baby I took from the doctor's hands the day she was born. This was the little girl that was afraid to let go of my hand the first day of kindergarten, the young woman that gave me a rose at her graduation before throwing herself on me and letting me swing her around. Now she was fucking me like she never wanted to stop and her cries and little gasps of ecstasy were filling the room she had been conceived in. It was too much for me to take and I exploded inside her hot little pussy. Spurt after spurt shot into that wet little tunnel and she screamed when she felt it.
"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God! Yes daddy, fill me up! Fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming sooo good! Fuck me Daddy, fuck your baby just like that!"
It felt like my soul was draining into her hot little pussy and she shook and came until I was done. She collapsed on top of me and we just held each other tightly, my cock still inside my baby's pussy. I could feel aftershocks pulsing through her and her tightness contracted and loosened around me as she settled back to earth.
"Baby?" I whispered.
"Oh, God, Daddy; I've wanted to do that for so long," she whispered back. "I never thought I'd get the chance. I knew I was just going to have to live my life and never have a chance to show you how much I love you. I never dreamed Mom would do what she did. She did it though, and now I get to finally make love to you. Just because she's a slut doesn't mean we can't be happy, Daddy. I'm going to take care of you. If you and Mom work it out, that's okay, but I'm going to take care of you in the meantime. Calaney will be so jealous when I tell her."
That startled me. "No, Campbell! You can't do that. She'll hate me and she won't like you either!"
"Nonsense," she said. "She's as hot for you as I am, Daddy. We've both wanted to fuck you since we grew boobs. I have nice ones too. Do you want to play with them?"
"Yes, Campbell, but this ... I don't ... What the hell? Come up here, little girl."
She slid up so that those amazing breasts were in my face and fed me a hard little nipple. I feasted on those delicious breasts for a long time. They really were amazing. They were big and round and very firm. Most girls with big boobs are kind of soft and squishy. Not Campbell. These were almost hard and I loved the feel of sinking my fingers into that pliant flesh. I wanted more! I wanted to taste her pussy.
"I want to lick your pussy," I told her.
"Oh yes, I've died and gone to heaven," she breathed. "You can do anything with me, Daddy."
"Well, there's a problem," I said. "I'm not crazy about the taste of my own cum. Can I wash you first?"
She laughed. "Daddy has a squick. Carry your little girl to the shower."
I slid out of bed and picked her up easily. I held her like a baby and she put her arms around my neck. How many thousands of times had we been like this? Now, I was holding my little girl and she was beautifully and gloriously naked, her big breasts bouncing with each step and her erect nipples sticking erotically up at me. God she was sexy! I set her down in front of the shower and we turned the water on. It warmed up quickly and we got in together. I hadn't seen her naked since she was just a tiny little thing. She was still a tiny little thing, but now she was a tiny little luscious thing. She had a little round bubble butt and those big round titties just screamed "fuck me."
I couldn't believe some man hadn't snapped her up long ago. "Why aren't you married, baby," I asked her.
"I've been waiting for someone like you to come along," she said. "You set the bar pretty high, Daddy. I always thought you and Mom had the perfect ... Shit! I wanted to be like you guys, Daddy." She broke down sobbing. "I hate her, Daddy! I love her, but I hate her too. How could she do this?"
"I don't know," I said. "I don't have a fucking clue. Don't be sad, Campbell; you're stepping on our groove."
She smiled up at me through her tears and I kissed those full, puffy lips. We held that kiss while she tried to rape my mouth. It went on and on and her knees sagged a little. I got the soap and lathered up her back while she rubbed her nipples against my chest. When I turned her around and pulled her back against me my cock slipped between those round, firm, soapy cheeks. I lathered her breasts and my hands slipped around them, pinching her slippery nipples and sliding off. I moved downward, tickling her a little until I reached a little flame shaped tuft of dark, curly hair. I lathered it up and she was grinding her cheeks up and down my cock. It caught a couple of times and she almost impaled her little rosebud. She glanced up at me speculatively.
"Do you and Mom... ?"
"Twice," I said. "She doesn't like it."
"I think you're too big for me," she said. "I've never done it. Would you like to take my cherry, Daddy?"
I nearly came just thinking about it. "No, I don't think so, Campbell. I think you're right about being too big. It would take forever for me to get in there and I'm afraid I would hurt you. I'm very happy with the rest of you. Let me show you."
I turned off the water and dried her off, picked her up and took her back to bed. She was still my baby and I loved the way she felt in my arms. It was all that tenderness and playfulness that I'd always known, but now there was a little naughty peeking out from under her eyelashes. I knew what she looked like in the middle of an orgasm and that changed everything. I would never have made a sexual move toward her. I don't even believe a few hours ago I ever had a thought of her as a sexual being. Oh, I knew she was hot and what her body promised, but it was something outside my universe. She changed all that and now I knew the amazing sexual side of her as well as my baby girl side. I laid my beautiful daughter down on her stomach on the bed and just drank in the sight of her naked body. She was a study in contradictions. She wasn't tall, but she never looked short, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her but she was full and round. Her glorious butt jutted up like twin peaks and I could see the fullness of her breasts squashed out on each side of her chest.
I laid her down gently and started making slow, sensual love to her. I gave her a full body massage. I have this device that Calaney got me several years ago. It's made of thin, springy wires with tiny balls on the ends of them. They're in a semicircle and it's designed for scalp massage. I had never used it but I saw in standing on my bedside table and I gave it a try. Campbell loved it. I pushed it into her hair and the circle opened, the little balls sliding down over her scalp and apparently it drove her wild. She moaned and twisted under me and I kept at it for a long time. I used oil and rubbed the tension out of her neck and shoulders, digging into her firm flesh to separate each muscle and fiber as she kept squirming.
"God, Daddy, what you're doing to me," she moaned.
I smoothed out the tension out of her back and finally got to sink my fingers into that luscious ass. I swear to God I nearly came from just squeezing it. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt in my life. The muscles were there just under the skin and you could see a little concavity on each side they were so defined. At the same time it was so soft and pliable unless she flexed. I couldn't get enough of it but I worked her thighs and calves and even her cute little feet before I flipped her over. My eyes were immediately drawn up to those delicious breasts and back down to the treasure between her thighs.
That would have to wait. There was too much sexy in other places that needed my attention first. I loved that beautiful face. I don't think I've ever been kissed quite that way before. Her lips were just so full and puffy and she tasted so sweet. I'd kissed her thousands of times and I still remember how thrilling those little girl kisses when I came home from work or just in passing were. That was all still there but now there was tongue and wetness that just drove us both wild. I kissed her eyes and her nose and all over her face. I nibbled on her ears and down to the hollow of her neck just above her collar bones. She wiggled like a puppy and when I finally got down and latched onto one little nipple she went wild. I don't think I had ever seen anyone orgasm like that. Her mother certainly didn't. Her nipples were spiked up like nails and I spent a lot of time teasing them. They were so sensitive and so gorgeous I just got stuck there. I pulled and licked them until she pushed me away.
"God, Daddy; I can't stand any more of that. They'll still be here tomorrow. I'm starting to get sore."
"I'm sorry, baby," I told her. "You're just so beautiful and so sexy and I just love them."
I nibbled her flat little tummy and pulled on her curls with my lips before going flat between her thighs. There it was. She looked and smelled delicious. There was the soap we showered with and a lot of hot, horny girl mixed up to make a very heady scent. I drank it in and moved my nibbles to her inner thighs. She quivered when she felt my teeth nip at her thighs and as I moved up her hips began little thrusting motions, seeking contact. Her little pussy was a light pink, darkening into a darker pink inside. I made a little swipe across her lips with my tongue and she arched her back, shuddering on the edge and I teased her. When I could feel her trembling and beginning to pulse I would back off, nibbling on her around her sensitivity until she calmed back down. I teased those little pink lips and flipped the little nub of her clitoris until she was a writhing wreck.
"Please, Daddy," she begged. "Finish me! I need to cum sooo bad. You're driving me crazy. Suck my clit so I can cum!"
I attached her clit, sucking it inside my lips and flipping the little bud up and down and from side to side with my tongue and she blew up. She screamed as I sunk one finger inside her and fucked her with it. She came for what seemed like minutes and I eased up on her clit, licking up her juices that were drippling down over her little rosebud. I could feel the walls of her pussy flutter around my finger and I curled it upward, finding that little bundle of nerve endings and massaging it. She instantly exploded again and she was moaning and gasping incoherently as her body convulsed. As she was coming down I slipped the finger that had been in her pussy into her rosebud and used my tongue and lips on her. She went off again and when she raised her head I could see her eyes rolling up until the blue nearly disappeared. She collapsed limply, moaning out her passion as aftershocks rippled through her entire body.
"Stop, Daddy," she gasped. "I can't take any more. Jesus Christ! No one has ever made me feel like that before. Come up here and kiss me. I'll fuck you in a minute when I get my breath back."
I was happy to kiss her any time I got the chance and I crawled back up over her to claim her lips again.
"Mom is nuts," she said. "How in the hell did she give that up to fuck George freaking Pendergrass? Damn, Daddy, I came half a dozen times. God, what a rush."
She reached down and fisted my erection. "You're ready to go, aren't you? How many times do you think we can do it today?"
"Maybe twice more?" I said. "I'm not as young as you, Campbell."
"Why maybe?" she asked.
"You may have to help me," I told her.
"That's going to be fun," she said. "Damn, Daddy, you have a big diek."
I looked down. I've never been a big fan of comparing dick sizes, but I was happy with mine. I eased down and slipped it into her. She groaned when the head went inside.
"Easy, Daddy; it's so thick. I've never had anything that thick before."
I was as jealous as hell that she had ever had anything at all! This was MY baby. I eased it into her until our pubic bones bumped and she groaned like I was killing her.
"I didn't think I was going to be able to take that earlier," she said. "It feels sooo good. I'm stuffed with my Daddy's big cock. Fuck me Daddy!"
Sliding in and out of my youngest daughter's tightness felt so erotic and so forbidden that I knew I wasn't going to last very long. It was just too hot and too moist and when she bridged up and screamed I let out a hoarse cry and pumped jet after jet into my daughter's hot pussy. I thought it was going to kill me I came so hard. When I had finished spurting into her I lay on top of her until she complained about being crushed. I laughed and rolled onto my back, taking her with me until she was on top, my slowly deflating cock still inside her. She lay with her cheek on my chest and we napped for a while.
When I woke up she was still on top of me and I was a sticky mess down there. She was still asleep, her lips slightly parted and a look of contentment on her angel face. I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her warm little body. She stirred and looked up at me with sleepy eyes. She smiled at me and stretched like a kitten. When she was awake she padded away, that naked beauty burning into my eyes and came back from the bathroom with a washcloth. She cleaned me up and stretched back out half on top of me.
"I'm never going to give this up, Daddy," she said. "I don't care what happens with you and Mom, I'm going to fuck you until you're so old you can't get it up anymore. Then I'm just going to use toys and let you watch until the day you die. You should feed me now. I'm starving."
I laughed. Nothing had changed except there was now a side to our relationship that had never existed before. She was still the same little girl I had taught how to ride a bike. She was all grown up and sexual, but she was still my baby. I had been afraid that we would be awkward, but she made it plain that wasn't going to happen.
"Campbell, what did you mean about you and Calaney, what you said earlier?"
"Feed me and I'll tell you," she said.
We got up and I pulled on some boxers. She went through my closet and found a flannel shirt. She slipped it on and rolled the sleeves up, leaving it unbuttoned and her body flashing in and out as she moved. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
I made bacon, eggs and hash browns while she made coffee and squeezed oranges. I sat beside her and she pushed her stool right over by mine so she could sit against me. After she swallowed a few bites she started talking.
"It started when Calaney was fourteen," she said. "We were swimming with you and Mom. You got out to go start the grill and you rinsed off under the outdoor shower. The door swung open and we could see you. Mom didn't know what was going on but we could see your cock. It was about half hard and we were just mesmerized. We talked about it and Calaney said she wanted to fuck you. She said you were the most handsome man she had ever seen and that she was in love with you. It made me as horny as hell and I realized I wanted to too. We've talked about it down through the years. We knew you would never do anything, but we teased you all the time. We'd wear the skimpiest swimsuits we could get away with and sit on your lap. We could feel you get hard but we never let on. You were just so in love with Mom we knew it could never happen. Then she was fucking George freaking Pendergrass right here in your bed and she gave up any rights she had. I knew this was my chance and I'm not giving it up. Don't try and talk me out of it. This is what I've wanted ever since I knew enough to want something."
"Are you sure, baby?" I asked her.
"Absolutely sure," she said. "Calaney will want to too and I'm going to be insanely jealous. Why do you think neither one of us have ever been married, Daddy? We love you, and nobody else could ever make the grade."
"Do you still talk about that?" I asked. "I mean ... being with me?"
"Not as much as we used to," she said. "Calaney and I fuck, you know."
I was a little shocked. "No, I didn't know. I had no idea! Really? Do you like women, Campbell?"
"I like Calaney," she said. "I've never been with another woman besides her. She's very sexy, Daddy. She has that hot super model body; it's so thin and sleek and sexy. You're going to like her a lot!"
"You're talking like it's a foregone conclusion that were going to ... have sex," I said.
She laughed. "Have sex! She's going to fuck you raw! There's nothing you can do to stop it. Once I tell her what we did you won't have a chance."
I wondered when my life spiraled out of control like this. In one day I'd gone from the heights of fun to the depths of despair and back to joy again. I'd lost my lunch, lost my wife and fucked my baby girl. Now I had learned my oldest daughter wanted the same thing that her little sister got and I still didn't know what was going to happen to my marriage. I loved Clara yesterday with every fiber of my being. Today I wasn't even sure I liked her. I still loved her, but how would I ever trust her again? How would this new relationship with my daughters impact all that? I was a mess.
"What are you thinking, Daddy?" Campbell asked.
"I'm unable to think," I said. "I need you to use that big brain of yours."
"I'd rather use my big tits on you," she said. "What's wrong?"
"I'm a mess," I told her. "I don't know what to do about your Mom. I don't know how making love to you fits into my life, much less making love to Calaney. My world was rock solid yesterday. Today it's just all fucked up. I'm floundering, Campbell."
She started to cry. "I know Daddy," she came over and pressed that half naked body up against me. "It's all her fault! Why did she have to be such a slut? I'm not as pissed as I should be because I get to fuck you now, but she still fucked everything up. She must be crazy, Daddy. George Freaking Pendergrass!"
"His middle name isn't 'freaking, ' you know," I said. "It's Fredrick."