26 June 2010
Copyright© 2026 by Mustang
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - On this day, Karen’s van is discovered and reported to the police. She is later joined by Riley, Reena, Theo, and Darren to entertain the Foresters. Jenny and Hanna try to ease Dan’s worried mind with a walk in the park.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Ma/Ma Coercion Consensual BiSexual Fiction Sharing Slut Wife Swinging Black Male Indian Female Anal Sex Bestiality Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
“Daddy, I think you’ve driven on every road in Trenton and Belleville looking for Karen,” Jenny said from the back seat of Dan’s Mustang.
“At least we know that she, or someone else, parked her van at the car lot.”
“We’ll find her, Dad. I just know it,” Hanna said, gripping his hand in support.
“I have to believe she’s still alive or, in the worst scenario, that her body is found.”
“Don’t think those words, Daddy. Think positive.”
“I’ll try. Okay, I’m about done for the night. It sure is hot and humid. Who’s up for some ice cream?”
“I am!” They replied in unison.
People enjoying the evening with a refreshing ice cream turned their heads to the announcing rumble of Dan’s Mach 1. Car enthusiasts watched with jealous awe as he parked by the outdoor picnic tables, then shut off the car.
Much to the delight of appreciative eyes, the hot weather brought out the least clothing girls and women wore. Jenny and Hanna were a sight, wearing their bikini top and tennis-style very short skirt. The panty liner cut out, Dan’s hand could easily explore between open legs.
They stood in the short lineup, deciding what to order.
“What are you getting, Daddy?” Hanna asked, giving him a good view down her bikini top.
“I’m getting my favourite, a banana split.”
“Daddy, can you split your big banana between Hanna and me? You know we love the taste of the cream that spurts from it.”
“Jenny, keep your voice down,” Dan lightly scolded, glancing around to see if anyone heard her.
Hanna leaned back more against Dan, her hand going behind to give his hidden cock a few teasing strokes. She and Jenny chose to have a strawberry sundae.
Dan paid for their treats, expecting the girls to want to sit outside, but Jenny led them to a corner booth with curved seating.
“Dad, we want you sitting between us,” Hanna said as he waited for her to sit beside her sister.
Hanna lifted the hem of his shirt, to reveal his cock and balls. The head retreated as if a turtle pulling back into its shell. The girls loosened their tops to show him and others who may look more breasts. They raised the hems of their already short skirts and relaxing their poses, each guided a hand between their legs.
“If you girls think I’m going to give up a perfectly good banana split just to finger your pussies...”
“Daddy, you have to finger us. That’s part of our sexy fun together,” Hanna said, guiding his hand to her warmth.
“I’m kidding you, girls. Of course I’ll alternate hands holding the spoon so I can get a much better-tasting dipping sauce.” He slid a finger past each slit, then licked it. “Needs more salt,” he joked, and they laughed.
“Thank you, girls, for taking my mind off Karen, at least for a little while.”
“Hanna and I thought it would be a nice evening for a walk in the park,” Jenny said, then fed him a taste of her sundae.
Dan shared portions of his split, giving them a taste of pineapple and chocolate.
“Jenny, what are you doing, dipping your finger in the chocolate?” Dan asked in a loud whisper. She scooted sideways, then lowering, smeared the syrup over the head of his cock and then sucked and licked it off. “Jenny, sit up! Someone will see you!”
“No one can see under the table,” she justified her erotic move.
“That may be true, but there are security cameras all over the place. Surely if someone was looking at the footage, you’d be hard to justify picking up your spoon from the floor but were really sucking on my cock.”
“Daddy, stop that,” Hanna, then Jenny, lightly protested.
“What am I doing that is so wrong?”
“There’s nothing wrong with you fingering our pussies,” Hanna began.
“And you know that massaging our clits makes our bodies jolt and get horny for fucking,” Jenny added.
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