Chapter 4

It was easier for us to hide our “Just Married” smiles and stupid grins from the outside world because the girls were home schooled. Mandy and I tried hard not to make Beth feel badly with our honeymoon expressions and constant need to touch each other. Wendy complained bitterly and I told her, “It sucks, but you have to wait until you are fourteen.”

I was working from home, but very little work got done. Mandy and I tried to see how far we could push my body and how many times she was able to cum. Since she liked riding me, it was easier to give her lots and lots of orgasms than if she had been a girl who insisted on missionary position.

Wendy complained to Beth and an exhausted mom got involved. “Mike, you can’t do the same shit we did when we got married. We have three other daughters now and fucking Mandy twenty-four/seven is not an option. No more giving the other girls worksheets and sneaking off with Mandy for a quickie. You guys think anything shorter than two hours is a quickie. This just won’t work. Now get your act together before I have to spank somebody,” Beth said.

Mandy was a smartass like me, and said, “Mom, if you need to spank someone, give Wendy the whipping. She’ll like it.”

Mandy nearly made her mom lose her patience with that quip, but Beth kept her sense of humor and replied, “I’d better have a life jacket and a dildo handy if I spank Wendy, but I know she would much prefer having her daddy heat up her bottom with his hand and then water her garden with his hose to cool her off.”

Mandy eventually decided she could live with a routine where we only fucked five times a day. My daughter woke me up riding my morning wood, we had a nooner, an after-school snack, dessert after dinner, and a bedtime love making session, like mints on our pillows, to help both of us fall asleep. Most nights Mandy couldn’t make it through the night without more love making, so we were fucking six times a day more often than not, but I didn’t want to act like I was bragging and Mandy didn’t want Wendy to call her “an insatiable bitch,” so we only claimed five times a day.

Mandy, Wendy, and I were doing almost everything around the house now. Beth was in so much pain she had to take strong drugs. She really couldn’t manage the house or be a part of her family. Ann and Mary knew their mom was sick and were really helpful doing the things they could do. I liked Mandy making me stretch my stamina and imagination to keep her satisfied. I realized I was definitely a pervert because I wanted my younger daughters just as much and looked forward to each of them getting old enough to fuck. I especially wanted to tap Wendy because she was so open about her kinky nature. I knew keeping up with her imagination might be difficult for me because I had never been interested in causing pain, but I looked at it as a “behavior/reward” situation, and I thought the reward would definitely be worth what I would need to do to earn it.

Two months before her birthday I took Wendy to the doctor and she prescribed birth control pills. The night Wendy turned fourteen she started sneaking into the master bedroom every other night. Mandy stayed in bed with us, but she didn’t participate in our love making at all. Wendy gave me her virginity eagerly. We loved each other all night and fell asleep in each other’s arms in the early morning. Both of us were more satisfied than we had imagined we could ever feel. I wasn’t comparing my daughters because I knew I was only feeling the euphoria of making love with a new partner.

Wendy couldn’t wait to explore her kinky desires. I told Wendy to go buy a plaid skirt and a white blouse that we associate with a girl’s school uniform. I was pleased when Wendy came into my bedroom wearing her new uniform. Like all my daughters, Wendy was tall for her age. The skirt barely covered her pudenda. She was wearing a tie matching her skirt and a blazer that matched the main color of her skirt. She wore white knee socks with patent leather Mary Jane shoes, but her shoes had four-inch spike heels. Wendy was carrying two bras and two pair of panties in her left hand. She held them out to me and said, “Sir, I didn’t know if you wanted me to wear a bra and panties, and if so, did you want me to wear red or black, so I didn’t wear either. If it would please you more for me to wear a bra and panties tell me and I’ll put them on for you right away, Sir.”

I laughed and said, “I’d like you in the red bra, but from now on, don’t wear panties unless I specifically tell you I want you to wear a specific pair.”

Wendy tried to look shy, which was nearly impossible, and said, “May I go to the rest room to change Sir?”

I shook my head and said, “Change here.”

Wendy took off her blazer, removed her tie and unbuttoned her blouse. She let me see her bare breasts and then cradled her lovely tits in the red lace bra. She reached behind her back and pretended she couldn’t reach the hook and eye fasteners.

“Please Sir, could you fasten this for me?” Wendy said, breathily.

I walked up behind her to fasten the closure, but instead I slipped my hands under the lace cups and cradled her breasts in my hands. I gently caressed and massaged her small tits.

Wendy whimpered, “Sir, my pussy is dripping wet. My lubricating fluids will soak through my skirt and run down my thighs. May I please wear panties, Sir?”

“No, I want you to feel how wet your little cunt gets for me. I want you to feel how juicy your tight snatch gets from needing my dick to fill your emptiness and fuck you until you surrender to me completely.

“Besides, you have a fantasy about being out to dinner with me. We are at a medium fancy place I think. Your little kitty wants to be petted so badly you beg me to finger you right there in the restaurant. The table cloth covers up what I’m doing to you, after all. You have to bite your tongue to keep from making noise when you cum. You can’t control yourself and you cum for me until my fingers get tired. I make you lick your juices off my fingers.

“Your cunt is a swampy mess. When I’ve paid the check, we get up to leave. It is then that I see just how big the wet spot on the back of your skirt is. Before anyone can see, I whisper, ‘Wendy, you have a choice. You can walk out with a diner plate size wet spot on the back of your skirt and I’ll fuck you any way you want when we get home or I can give you my jacket to cover up with and you’ll do everything I want when we get home.’ I want you to know deep inside your wet little snatch that you are totally and completely my personal slut,” I said.

“I want everyone to see I’m proud to be my daddy’s slut. I’ll walk to the car and show everyone my supposed badge of shame. For me though, it is my medal of honor,” Wendy said.

When we got home, Wendy said, “You’ll fuck me the way I want, right daddy?”

I nodded “yes” and she came to me and put herself over my lap. She lifted up her skirt in the back. She said, “Show me you care about me enough to discipline me.”

I paddled her bare bottom until it was deep pink all over.

“Is your bottom hot?” I asked.

“Yes daddy. My bottom is on fire, but that blaze is not as hot as the inferno between my legs. Fuck me daddy and put out the fire inside my pussy. Shoot my snatch full of your cum and extinguish the conflagration in my cunt,” Wendy begged.

That was the first, but certainly not the last time I spanked Wendy’s ass before I fucked her.

The girls decided they didn’t like having to do without being fucked for a whole day, so we switched to Mandy and Wendy taking turns with me. It wasn’t ideal, but both girls got fucked three times a day, so they could tolerate the reduced number of penetrations. I used my fingers and tongue on my daughters more often so there was no reduction in the number of orgasms they had every day. Perhaps in their perception their orgasms weren’t as strong as when I fucked them with my hard cock, but this is a frequent female perspective, so I’m not sure it is accurate.

Mandy and I made love sweetly like an old married couple. Wendy got more and more extreme. She knew I didn’t like anal, but she found excuses to have me switch her ass and then fuck her up her tiny butt so hard she was moaning in pain.

Things went along about the same. Mandy decided she still wanted to make babies with me but wasn’t quite ready, so when Wendy graduated Magna Cum Laude, Mandy went off to college and Wendy came home to be my full-time lover.

When Mandy moved out of the master bedroom and Wendy moved in, I got some interesting questions from Ann and Mary. Ann said, “We knew Mandy was taking mom’s place in your bed, but we didn’t know you were fucking Wendy too.”

I decided to be honest and said, “Wendy was so horny it wasn’t fair not to start keeping her satisfied too. I couldn’t manage all four of you girls at one time so we didn’t tell you everything that was going on. I’m sorry I was unfair to you. I didn’t know how else to keep Mandy and Wendy from getting destructively horny. I had no idea how much sex you and Mary would need, so I decided it was better if you girls didn’t have your first time yet. Besides, I had no idea if you girls would want me the way your sisters do and I felt foolish bringing it up. I was waiting to say something until you asked me for help or something.”

Ann said, “Things need to change dad. I know taking care of three horny girls is going to be tough on you, but you don’t get to have a sex party with Wendy and leave Mary and me suffering. I’m so pissed off at you that you put Mary and me on birth control promptly the month before our fourteenth birthdays, then you never made love to either of us.”

Wendy said, “I can cope dad. We’ll work things out. Ann is right, it’s not fair. Besides, if we initiate my dear younger sisters into the mysteries of womanhood, they may agree to your rules and love on each other so you can save enough of your energy so you can fuck each of the girls you screw even better than when you’re all tired out.”

“What rules are those dad?” Mary asked.

“No sex toys like dildoes or vibrators, no masturbation with big objects like cucumbers. Only fingering and licking each other, no fisting, no fucking other guys, and no zoophilia. My cock will be the biggest object that ever goes inside your pussies,” I said.