Chapter 4

“D-dad, wh-what are yuh-you d-d-doing?” said Jenny her voice trembling with fear.

“Relax honey,” said Rick in reply, his own voice now sounded soothing and hypnotic. As Mike now watched, the man he had always thought was the most timid among them took the lead in their little contest. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion and, by now, Mike was so turned on that he felt positively jumpy with adrenaline. His whole body seemed to shake and Mike wouldn’t have been surprised if he had experienced a heart attack right then and there.

“Nothing more than I have to.” Rick now crooned. Between the thumb and forefinger fo each of his two hands the short and wiry silver haired man now pinched the clasped together ends of his own daughter’s bra. Expertly, he now pulled them past each other and this elicited another scream from Jenny and then pulled the right end both up and outward. The tiny metal hooks on this side of Jenny’s bra now came out from under the loops that were on the left side and then pulled up and above. Having unhooked his own daugther’s bra, Rick now let the two ends dangle free behind her back.

“It’s o.k. sweetheart, after all you don’t want daddy to get shot, right?”

Rick now moved his pelvis so that his daughter was no longer pinned against the table while he softly placed one hand on each of her shoulders. He then slowly turned his gorgeous daughter around as her pretty white bra hung loosely by the shoulder straps.

“It’s o.k. sweetheart, daddy’s not going to do anything more than he has to in order to survive. You don’t want daddy to get shot right?” Rick asked again and, as he did so, his fingers slowly rose up and then pushed their way under his daughter’s loose bra cups. Jenny’s face now twisted up into an expression of even greater shock and horror as she felt her dad’s hands now gently cup her supple, sensitive breasts.

“HAAAAAAAA!!!-mmmmph,” exclaimed Jenny in panicked revulsion before her father’s lips mashed down on hers. His left hand now came out from under her bra cup and his thumb pressed under her jaw. Tilting Jenny’s face up towards his Rick now kissed his eighteen year old daughter directly on the mouth and summoned all the passion of which he was capable as his daughter reluctantly kissed him back. For Mike, it was easy to see that the new high school graduate hadn’t had any practice and Mike wondered if her own dad’s lips were the first that she tasted.

Dammit, why didn’t I think of that. I’m going to lose this fucking contest if I’m not careful. Not that there’s any real danger of getting shot.

But no one else but him knew that and Mike was all too eager to keep up the charade. He now greedily lunged forward at Rebecca and his hands clamped onto the bra that contained her breasts, his lips eagerly seeking out her own.

“Sorry Becs,” Mike now said and as he did so he allowed his hands to grab two full handfuls of his daughter’s bra, his eager arms now pulling the cups out so far, Mike was amazed the pretty white undergarment didn’t break.

“AHHHHH!!!!! DAD!!!!!” Rebecca screamed out the words but her father almost didn’t hear her. Instead, his entire mind was now occupied by the magnificent sight that pulling out his daughter’s right bra cup had so delightfully revealed. The gorgeous eighteen year old breast that Mike now got to see was the fulfillment of all his dreams; all the sex and the female teen nudity that he hadn’t seen in either high school or college, at least until he married Rebecca’s mom who went frigid shortly thereafter. No, the breast that Mike’s hungry eyes now feasted on was a work of art. It was large and yet didn’t sag; Rebecca’s breast rose up out of her chest in a gentle downward slope while her olive tinted skin was a cacophony of rounded curves. It was a breast that, underneath, jutted out straight from her ribcage. There was another achingly beautiful swell that rose upwards until it met the downward slope. Finally, where the two slopes met, Mike now saw a slightly brownish and perfectly circular nipple. A nipple that now seemed to Mike to be more swollen with arousal than any he had ever saw.

I knew this was going get the little fuckin’ whore all kinds of wet. She probably wants me to fuck her even more than I do.

“Fuck me”

Mike now whispered the words in sheer awe before he let go of the two cups of Rebecca’s bra. They now slammed into her chest with an audible smack and, under any other conditions, Mike was sure she would have complained. But now her father was reaching for her breasts again and this time his fingers pushed their way up and under her bra and, with her pelvis pinned to the heavy oak table, all Rebecca could do was lean back and try to endure her unbearable humiliation.

“Dad!” Rebecca cried again as her father’s hands now eagerly reached up under her bra and started squeezing her breasts. The thumb and forefingers on each of Mike’s hands came together in a pinch and he now greedily started rolling his daughter’s swollen tender and no doubt sensitive nipples between them.

“Oh guh-god d-dad d-don’t,” Rebecca now gasped and, for a moment, her eyes fluttered closed. Mike now ground his pelvis as hard as he could into his eighteen year old daughter as the forty two year old man dry humped for all he was worth. He found he could no longer care if he seemed to be enjoying it, after all, if the rest of this night went as planned, it wouldn’t be something about which he would have to worry. His head now turned to his right and Mike saw he wasn’t the only one who had abandoned any pretense of still being forced into this. As Mike watched, Seamus’s hands also closed themselves around his own daughter’s bra with each hand right where the top of the pretty white cups were attached to the straps. Seamus then pulled down slowly on the tops of the two cups until they stuck out horizontally, revealing Shawna’s magnificent breasts all the while still mockingly cooing at his daughter about how he was only doing all this because it was absolutely necessary. At the sight of this, Mike felt a thrill of arousal as a second pair of incredibly gorgeous young breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. Yet, while they were incredible Mike also felt a momentary swell of family pride as he decided they were slightly less gorgeous than were the breasts of his own daughter. For, where Rebecca’s young breasts rose out from the middle of her chest in a graceful and elegant downward slope, almost giving his lovely daughter’s breasts a bit of a cone shape, Shawna’s were definitely rounder but they hung a bit lower as they jutted almost straight out in two mouth wateringly firm mounds. Mike now turned his attention back to Rebecca who was still leaning back over the table. Her eyes were shut tightly and her beautiful face tense and turned away but the portion of her expression that Mike could see was a mix of mortified shame and humiliating unwanted arousal as the soft pinching and rolling of her nipples that her own father now forced onto her breasts awoke a sexual desire Rebecca was desperate to believe she didn’t have. Mike continuned the slow and exquisite stimulative torture he visited on his dauther’s nipples while, at the same time, he turned and looked to his left. There Rick seemed to have embraced his shameful destiny. His hands were still on Jenny’s breasts and they groped and squeezed the succulent mounds for all they were worth while the girl unwillingly made out with her father. Their faces were now pressed hard together and Mike watched as Rick raised his left hand and placed it on the back of Jenny’s neck, using it to pull her head firmly towards him while he increased the pressure his mouth put on hers.

He’s going to do it and she’s going to let him.

Mike was right and he watched in delicious victory as Rick now opened his mouth. Mike could tell by the flexing of the other man’s jaw that he was trying to stick his tongue in his daughter’s mouth and after a second the eighteen year old girl relented. Jenny now let out a muffled squeal of disgust as she felt her own father’s tongue now start to slide over hers but there was really nothing she could do about it and her squeals slowly started to dissolve into a series of muffled sobs as her dad now french kissed her for all he was worth. Mike turned his attention back to Rebecca and his own hand now snaked forward and grabbed at the back of her neck, Mike pulled his horrified daughter towards him momentarily pausing to whisper a reminder of just what was at stake.

“Kiss me like your dad’s life depends on it,” Mike now said, his face only a couple inches from hers, “because it does.”

Mike then pressed his mouth onto his daughter’s and then breathed a sigh of relief. His words seemed to have the desired effect; Rebecca was actually kissing him back if only with the utmost reluctance.

“Open your mouth,” Mike now rasped.

“Daddy’s going to have to stick his tongue in your mouth and you’re going to have to give him the deepest, hottest, wettest french kiss you can imagine, but only if you want me to live.”

He had broken off the kiss and pulled his face back a couple inches. Mike’s eyes sparkled with an insane sort of excitement as they stared into Rebecca’s soft brown ones. His other hand now came up from under her bra and, as the forty two year old silver haired man now thrust his lips forward once again, pressing them hard against those of his daughters, the fingers of that free right hand now enclosed themselves around Rebecca’s left bra strap before pulling it out and stretching it down over her arm.

“MMMMMM-MMMMMMM!!!!!” Rebecca cried in surprise as she felt her dad pulling her left bra strap first up and then out and then, finally, down towards the heavy oak table. Mike had been counting on this and, as Rebecca’s mouth opened in reflex to let out her squeal, her forty two year old father’s tongue darted forward. The muscular pink worm quickly entered the mouth of his daughter as his frantic and frenetic tongue started spiraling his daughter’s. 2023.03.02.0846

“Mmmm-hmmmm-hmmmm-hmmmm-hmmmm” Rebecca protested over and over again as her body started to move, to twist, to try to get away from the repulsive and humiliating sexual contact that she was engaging in with her own father. It did her no good to resist though for Mike now kept his daughter’s body pinned fast against the table. On top of this the looming thought of her father being murdered due to her lack of cooperation tempered Rebecca’s desire to thwart Mike’s groping hands to the point where she could only bring herself to now fight back with a weak and half-hearted effort. Mike now stretched his daughter’s left bra strap past the point where he thought it would break but, when it didn’t, he quickly brought it to his right in a large and rounded arc. Now, the thin white strip of spandex easily reached over Rebecca’s arm and then hung loose. With nothing now holding up the pretty white cup, Mike’s eager and greedy hand quickly peeled it away from his daughter’s left breast. The forty two year old man did not stop until the cup hung straight down and brushed lightly against Rebecca’s flat stomach. Mike’s right hand now came up as he eagerly began to grope his daughter’s left breast while his left hand grabbed ahold of her right bra strap casuing Rebecca to squeal and squirm in horror yet again.

“You’re right sweetheart, we should just take it off all together,” said Mike after breaking off the deep and passionate French kiss he had been forcing upon his daughter. Of course, he also wanted to get another look at her uncovered breast as well as see how the other two dads were currently progressing. Rick was about where he was or maybe just a little bit further; he was now telling Jenny to look in his eyes while his fingers reached up and grabbed a hold of her bra straps as they curved over the top of her shoulders. Mike noticed now with satisfaction that Rick had started condescendingly cooing at his daughter just as Seamus was. On his face was a barely concealed smirk and the short and wiry man looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“It’s alright sweetie. There’s nothing to be upset about. Daddy’s just going to take off your bra. That’s all. You’re just going to show your daddy your tits and then maybe daddy’s going to caress them while you let him back in your mouth”.

“Dad, no” Jenny now cried but she made no move to try and stop him as her dad now began to lift her bra straps.

“Oh so you want daddy to get shot do you? Oh Jenny, how selfish of you. I can’t believe you would say that to me.”

“But I don’t” Jenny now cried and the short and gorgeous eighteen year old girl now lifted her delicate hands and used them to cover her face.

“Shhh-shhh-shhhh” Rick now said soothingly and his own hands raised up and grabbed a hold of his daughter’s fingers. Mike watched as Rick now bent them back painfully until, only to keep them breaking, did Jenny allow her hands to be pulled away from her face.

“Dad you’re hurting me!” the short curvaceous brunette now cried.

“And you’re hurting me Jenny. You’re hurting me by showing how little you care about me. Honestly, I know it’s terrible but to risk your own father’s life. Jenny, I thought I raised you better than all that. I thought you actually loved me.”

Jenny now didn’t give an answer, her only response a whimpering animalistic cry that rose out of her throat. Her huge round doe eyes now looked up into her father’s while his fingers once again grabbed onto her bra straps.

“There you go sweetie. There you go. You just don’t make any move while daddy takes off your bra. You just stand there and keep your hands by your sides while daddy takes off your bra so he can stare at your big beautiful breasts. You want to show your daddy your breasts don’t you sweetie? Give them to daddy and let him know that he can do anything he wants to them so that these bad boys don’t end up deciding to kill him?”

Jenny just stood there for a moment, looking up into her father’s eyes with a sad and terrified little gir’ls pout now frozen on her beautiful face. It was only when her father spoke again, that Jenny made any sort of reaction

“Go on then sweetie, Go on and go ahead and say it.”

“Wh-what Daddy? Say wh-what-what ... what?”

“Go on and tell your daddy that you want to show him your breasts. Show them to him and then tell everyone in the room that you surrender them to him so that he can do anything he wants to them. Make sure that everyone here knows that your large and succulent breasts now belong to your daddy all so these bad boys don’t end up deciding to kill him.”

“Dad, yuh-you ... you can’t be suh-serious.”

Rick now looked at his daughter; his dry and unfeeling eyes boring into hers. The expression on his face was almost one of anger and his voice was filled with irritated impatience.

“Jenny, if you do this for me, it’s just about guaranteed that my life will be saved but if you don’t it’s just about guaranteed that I’m the guy that’s going to end up getting shot.”

Jenny looked up at him and then her face crumpled again. There was a deep and soft sound of crying that came deep from within her throat, a whum-hum-hmmph sort of noise that conveyed the most agonizing sadness. For a few moments that’s all that there was but then, with a huge and overwhelming effort, the noise in Jenny’s throat slowly stopped.

“I love you dad” said Jenny, her wide brown eyes now looking down at the floor in shame.
“I love you too sweetheart. Now go ahead and say what I told you to say and you need to be looking me straight in the eyes while you say it.”

Rick’s right hand moved and he now curled his index finger under his daughter’s chin. With that hand, Rick then slowly lifted his own daughter’s head up although he seemed to have to overcome her resistance in order to do it. Finally Jenny’s brown eyes were looking into those of her father while Rick’s hands returned to her shoulders. He then smiled in victory as his daughter began her mortifying statement, his two hands now lifting up on the straps of her bra.

“Duh-dad,” said Jenny and no one in the room, as they saw the anguished expression on the beautiful girl’s face, could have ever believed she would say the whole thing before emotionally falling apart.

“Dad, I-uh ... oh god ... I-uh ... I w-want t-to give you m-my b-breasts. I-uh ... I want you t-to have them, I want you to have them. Th-there yours to do anything you like with. I wuh-want ... I wuh-want ... I uh ... want to suh-suh-surrender my breasts to my dad ... in order t-to puh-prove that I love him and suh-so ... so he-uh d-doesn’t eh-end up g-getting sh-shot.”

Jenny’s eyes immediately dropped down to the floor while her face turned to an expression of overwhelming shame. A tear now ran down her left cheek followed by another that ran down her right.

“Perfect sweetie,” Rick now cooed. “But you need to be looking up into daddy’s eyes as he takes your bra off you.”

“Daddy ... no ... please” Jenny again moaned softly as her face tilted upwards so she could look pleadingly into her father’s cold eyes. In those eyes, the eighteen year old girl found no sympathy, no mercy and no compassion and the pretty short brunette had to tell herself over and over, the words repeatedly whispering in her mind, that her dad didn’t enjoy what was happening. He couldn’t enjoy it; he was only doing it for the same reason she was, because he was being forced to.

“Fantastic Jenny, just fantastic.” Rick now said, the short and slender silver haired man now not sounding the least bit sorry, “you just hold still and don’t try to stop daddy while he ... ohhhh”

Rick let out a soft awe filled moan as he lifted up on his daughter’s bra straps. At the same time, Jenny let out a cry of both fright and humiliation when she felt the soft cottony cups of her bra now pull away from her breasts. Then the straps were up and over her shoulders and the entire pretty undergarment was falling to the floor in front of her. Mike let his eyes drink in the three dad’s latest victorious conquest and what he saw now was a pair of breasts even more amazing than those he had seen on either Shawna or his own daughter. The gorgeous and creamy white mounds were more like Shawna’s than those of his own daughter’s; they had a round shape, like a full scoop of ice cream, a gorgeously erotic silky porcelain arc that rose to a hill with a rock hard and prominent fully engorged nipple standing proudly at the top. Shawna’s, Mike thought, just seemed to hang a little lower and the skin hung a little looser around the sexy feminine fat sac that made up her succulent breasts. Now there was no doubt that Jenny’s tits were A+ perfect which is the grade that any man would have thought both Shawna and Rebecca easily deserved. Up until a moment ago, Mike would have sworn that they both had absolutely perfect breasts but now he had seen the tits of their very best friend. For Jenny’s gorgeous and arousing, creamy white breasts now set the bar higher and Mike gave a whisper of thanks that God gave him the foresight to tell Tyrell that each man would get a chance at all three of the men’s lovely daughters. Mike took one last look at Jenny’s breasts and he now found it difficult to tear his eyes away. For those two delicious lumps of vanilla ice cream just seemed to thrust themselves straight out; prominently and firmly, as if they were offering themselves to her father as their rightful owner, accepting the fact that they were his and were ready to be used for any purpose he desired. Mike now finally tore his eyes away from his daughter’s gorgeous topless friend and forced himself to focus on his own daughter.