Jamie

Summer Break

My muscles ached from the workout, but I had to admit, it was showing some solid signs of progress. Physical therapy following the accident had morphed into several years of consistent exercise and I could safely say that I was keeping the dadbod at bay. I was still a ways off from flashing a six pack at the pool, but it was enough to make me feel good about myself.

It only took fifteen minutes to get home from the gym, even with traffic. It was one of the benefits of living in the suburbs. That and a house big enough for a pool.

We’d lived in the same house on the outskirts of Atlanta since Jaime was born some twenty-plus years ago. Jan and I had gotten married out of high school, probably not the smartest thing but she’d been pregnant, so it was that or have her dad shoot me. It had all been going well until the accident, and now I it was just me holding down the fort waiting for Amanda to finish high school. Jaime and Trish were already in the local college, working on their degrees, with Jaime getting married soon.

I turned the corner and drove down the street, groaning when I saw the Toyota parked around the side of the house. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my soon-to-be son-in-law, he was fine. The problem was that both of them were a bit on the exhibitionist side and were forever fucking where people could see. I couldn’t count on my fingers and toes the times I’d walked in on him balls-deep in her. She’d blush and swear she’d never do it again, but that was always a lie.

I tried to avert my eyes as I pulled into the garage, but I could still see her legs pointing to the roof, a set of lace panties dangling from one heel while the car rocked. I also did my best to cover my ears as I stepped out of the car, but Jaime screeched like a banshee, screaming the nastiest shit I’d ever heard. I closed the house door to her screams ‘fuck me, daddy’.

“Ghk, daddy?!”

Trish practically jumped to her feet on the other side of the couch, her blue eyes wide in panic. A mop of brown hair ducked down as she quickly wiped her mouth.

“How ... how was the gym?”

If it wasn’t one, it was the other. I don’t know how, but somehow, we’d raised two young women who were ... very secure in their sexuality. Jan had some other choice words for them, but I wasn’t going to shame them for it. Things were apparently different these days, so I was keeping my opinion to myself.

“For the hundredth time, baby, do it in your room. With the door firmly shut.”

“Sure, sure, sorry daddy.”

Trish’s blonde hair flowed behind her as she hurriedly pulled the young man from the couch and pushed him upstairs, even as he struggled to pull his pants up.

I needed a drink.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey and sipped at it as I flipped through the stack of mail on the kitchen island. Still more RSVPs to the wedding. There were going to be over two hundred people there.

It wasn’t long before soft footsteps descended the staircase.

“Isn’t it a little early to drink, daddy?”

“Not after what I’ve seen today,” I grumbled.

Amanda’s brow furrowed with disapproval, her green eyes glowering as best she could. She was the spitting image of her mother; 5’2” with wavy red hair to her shoulder blades, sharp nose with little freckles dotting it, and a large bust that looked out of place on her petite frame. Her mother had always been a big girl up there, something she’d passed on to the girls.

“You just got back from the gym; you should be hydrating.”

“I just saw my daughters mid-act with her significant others. Again. I think I’m allowed to drink away that memory.”

“It’s not good for you, daddy. What if something happens?”

My expression softened as her voice betrayed her. She’d never really gotten over her mother’s passing, even with therapy. It had been a rough couple of years. Her sweet sixteen party had been a quiet affair, and she barely celebrated her seventeenth birthday. I still held out hope that we could make her eighteenth a happy one.

“I’m sorry, Pumpkin. I shouldn’t use that as an excuse.” I placed the glass down and embraced her. She wrapped her arms around my chest, squeezing tightly. “You’re right. I should take care of myself more.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Can you promise me one thing, Pumpkin?”

“What?”

“When you get yourself a boyfriend, please don’t act like them. Keep it behind locked doors, okay?”

Amanda’s face burned red, and she averted her gaze. “Daddy! I’m not ... I’m not like that. I wouldn’t ... I couldn’t do that.”

“Thank God for that. That’s the last thing I need to see. One of you has to stay my sweet little girl.”

Amanda buried her face in my chest, refusing to look up at me.

Dinner that night was an awkward affair, at least for me. Trish had sent her most recent boytoy home, so I didn’t have to make small talk with him at least. Jaime never indicated that anything was wrong, giving me big smiles and batting her eyelashes at me while her hand was suspiciously absent from the table and likely in Steven’s pants. Steven tried to play it cool, but this had happened far too often for me not to know what he looked like when he was trying to suppress a groan.

I needed another drink.

“Daddy, we have something to ask you,” Jaime started, batting her eyelashes at me again. “You know that the wedding is coming up next week.”

“Oh, is it?” I feigned disbelief. “I had totally forgotten. My sweet baby is getting married.”

“Daddy, not funny,” Jaime flat toned.

“Steven knows I’m hilarious.”

“Ugh, huh? Oh, ugh, yeah, grr, totally.”

I really needed to have a spray bottle handy for these two.

“Yes, sweety. How much is this going to cost me? I’m not getting you a pony for the ceremony.”

“Oh my god, daddy. I was, like, eight when I asked for that.”

“Thank God. I didn’t have the heart to tell you I blew the pony fund on hookers and booze.”

“Daddy!” Amanda was not amused. “No hookers in the house.”

“Yeah, keep them where they belong,” Trish added with a grin, “in the back of the car.”

“Trish!” Amanda fumed.

“Daddy, Steven’s going up to Boston for his bachelor party, and I was hoping that you could let me use the house for the bachelorette party. Please?”

“What? Why here? I can get you a hotel suite. You girls can go nuts there.”

“But daddy.” Jaime bounced in her chair petulantly, like she used to as a kid. Of course, now she bounced in other ways, her crop top straining to keep her D’s from bouncing out. Steven grunted and turned red in the face. “We have a pool here, a bar, and tons of space. There aren’t even that many girls. It’s just Ellie and Christina. And Layla.”

“And where are Amanda and Trish going to go?”

“I can stay with Pavi for the weekend,” Amanda said. “She has a new cat that I wanted to play with.”

“I can couch surf for a bit. I have a few friends who’d let me crash.” I didn’t like how she bit her lower lip when she said that.

“See daddy? I promise we won’t be any trouble. You’ll hardly even notice us.”

The Bachelorette Party

In a surprise twist that nobody saw coming, I very much did notice them. It might have been the music blaring by the pool. It might have been the bursts of laughter. It might have been the acres of creamy skin barely contained in the bikinis the girls wore. It was hard to tell.

“Hi, mister Michael.”

Layla’s voice was like silk playing down my back. Soft and light, but sultry at the same time.

I turned and greeted her, trying hard to keep my eyes on her big, brown eyes, and not her lithe bronzed body in a barely-there thong bikini. She was Jaime’s best friend since first grade and maid of honor. I’d watched her grow up, and it was hard to believe the knock-out here was the same gangly girl that used to chase butterflies around in the yard.

“Thank you for letting us use the house. I hope we’re not ... too ... distracting.”

She leaned casually on the counter, her eyes holding mine entranced. Her eyelashes were naturally long and dark complementing her almond eyes, one of many gifts her Egyptian heritage had passed on to her. Her hard nipples pressed against the bright red bikini tops.

“Not at all, Layla. Uh, I was just heading up.” I held up my whiskey glass, the third of the afternoon. “Didn’t mean to get in your way.”

“Oh, not at all.” She placed a hand gently on my chest, preventing me from walking by her. “I was hoping you might, actually.”

I could have walked past her. I really should have, but I didn’t want to. It had been a long time since I’d had any attention paid to me.

“Yeah?”

A slow smile stretched across those soft lips of hers as she stepped closer. Her breasts pressed against my chest. So soft.

“I haven’t had a chance to console you yet. Not after the accident. Maybe this ... will make you feel better.”

She giggled as my eyes widened. She unzipped my pants and slid her hand down, rubbing along my shaft. I wasn’t hard yet, but she quickly coaxed me to life while watching my face.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for years, mister Michael. Ever since that time I saw you changing in the bathroom.”

I gasped as she circled my growing erection and slowly pumped it. “That, that was a long time ago.”

She grinned and placed a kiss on my ear. Her fingers continued to squeeze my cock. “I know. I used to finger myself thinking of you. Yours was the first big cock I’d ever seen. And now,” she whispered, “I’m going to finally taste it.”

She slid down my body before squatting before me, her golden ass cheeks thrusting out enticingly. She breathed deeply before darting her tongue out. She moved tentatively along the ridge of my shaft, down to my balls, before coming back up. She circled the head. Her head swayed back and forth while her hips matched her tempo in a hypnotic dance. She moaned as she played her tongue over the tip, my precum leaking out since she’d first stroked me. She opened wide, drawing me into her hot and wet mouth.

I groaned, my hand moving to the side of her head, stroking her long black hair as her mouth traveled up and down my cock. It had been so long since anyone had sucked my cock, I’d nearly forgotten how amazing it could be. Her lips wrapping around the shaft, her tongue rubbing against the underside, the wet gurgles, it was all a sublime experience.

It seemed like hours, though it was likely only a minute or two, she worshipped my cock. Her wet sucking sounds filled the kitchen. My toes curled as she took more of me into her willing mouth. I panted. I thrust my hips against her mouth lightly. My eyes went unfocused as she drove against me harder, gagging sounds followed by her loud moans.

My legs nearly buckled as my balls pulled tight. I blasted a month’s worth of cum into her mouth. It felt like a fountain, with more and more bursting from me with each passing moment.

“Holy shit, Layla. That was amazing. Holy fuck.”

Layla leaned back, her lips still on the tip of my cock, sucking lightly at it. She winked before releasing my deflating cock. She sat back on her heels and opened her mouth wide for me, showing off the pool of white cum collecting on her tongue.

Layla then took a glass from the counter and proceeded to let the cum slide off her tongue into the cup. She licked her lips when the last of the drops had fallen, before winking at me.

“For later.”

She got up and turned to leave. Her hips swayed from side to side as she left, the tiny strand of floss not covering a thing.

Upstairs, I kept replaying what had happened not an hour ago. I had to chalk it up to the universe suddenly aligning, because there was no reason a smoking hot bombshell like Layla would want to suck off an old man like me.

I stepped over to the slanted shades of the office that overlooked the pool. They were several hours in, having started early in the morning, and had been drinking and playing various party games the whole time. Layla was currently up. She pulled a slip of paper from a pile then stepped back. She then proceeded to turn around, bend over, and make her ass clap for the girls, who hollered and hooted as she twerked.

It was times like this, that I really appreciated having a pool.

Christina leaned back, her wavy brown hair falling from her shoulders to display the cavernous bosom barely held in by the two cloth triangles over her nipples.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as my eyes connected with hers. I quickly stepped back. She definitely knew I’d been watching.

I sat down at my desk and tried to focus on the game I had open. I couldn’t even remember what I’d been playing. It was all just shapes moving on the screen while I recalled the sights from below.

“Did you like what you saw?” Christina’s teasing voice caught me off-guard. “I noticed you keeping an eye on us.”

“I, uh, was just checking ... because of the music.”

I tried desperately not to look, but even out of the periphery of my vision I could see a little tuft of trimmed hair peeking out above her bikini, her clit only an inch from the top.

Where Layla was a lithe Egyptian goddess, Christina was a big-titted European beauty. Double or Triple D’s and hips to match, with a slim waist and just enough baby-fat on her cheeks to give her a youthful glow.

“If you’d like ... you could check a little closer.”

Her hips swayed as she walked on the balls of her feet, one in front of the other, like she was on a catwalk. Her crystal blue eyes showed the confidence of a woman who’d never been told ‘no’.

It wasn’t until I heard the clink of a glass being placed on my desk that I even noticed she had an empty cup with her. I instantly lost interest though as she straddled my lap and buried my face in her tits.

“Check all you’d like,” she purred as she rolled her hips in my lap, bringing my cock to life.

I didn’t ask what was happening; I just reached up and took her heavy tits in my hands. They were soft, my fingers sinking in as I squeezed those globes.

My tongue found the tiny triangle over one nipple, pushing it aside and licking her bare nub. My hand found her other, squeezing and pinching it to her moans. I sucked and nibbled as her hands undid my pants, fishing my cock out.

“Mmmm, what a nice cock you have. I haven’t had one this big in a while.”

Christina pulled aside her tiny bikini bottoms and rubbed her wet pussy lips along the underside of my cock, coating it in her juices. How or why she was so wet was the last thing on my mind as I continued to suck and pinch her nipples. Her tit filled my mouth, my nose buried in its soft embrace. I couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t care.

She sat up, pressing my cock against her hole. I probably should have asked about protection, but when that tight hole squeezed the head of my cock and sucked me in, I stopped caring.

Christina groaned deeply as I sank steadily deeper into her wonderfully tight pussy. Her soaking walls quivered around me. She yanked my head back and shoved her tongue down my throat. She tasted like strawberries.

My cock throbbed and twitched as she settled in my lap. Her insides squirmed around me like tiny mouths were sucking me off.

Christina’s tongue tangled with mine in a seductive dance as she slowly moved her hips. Her wet folds fluttered around my cock as she raised and lowered her hips.

I latched my hands to her wonderful ass, sinking in and lifting her higher. She chuckled as I lifted her up, bringing her down on my cock harder.

“Fuck! That’s it! Fuck me like the slut I am! Fuck my little pussy.”

Wet slurps and slaps filled the office as her soaking cunt slammed on my cock. I could only groan as I got closer and closer to release. She rolled her hips harder, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she got louder.

“Fuck my pussy, daddy! Give me that cum! I’m such a slut, daddy! Fuck me!”

I roared out as I thrust into her and blasted her womb with cum.

“Yes, daddy! That’s it! Fill your little slut! Give me all your cum!”

I grunted as my balls tensed again, another stream of cum coursing through me and loading into her tight cunt.

Her pussy quivered around my cock. It squeezed and milked it, sucking all the cum up. She groaned as my cock stopped twitching.

“Oh, daddy. So much cum. I might be knocked up if you’re not careful.”

My panting slowed as those words hit me. I glanced up at her smiling face to say something, but she put a finger on my lips and shushed me.

“Don’t worry, daddy. I’m safe today. You can cum in me all you want. I might even visit you tonight to get topped up.”

She reached over to the table, grabbing the glass she’d brought with her. I stared in confusion as she brought it down to her pussy. She stood slowly, and as my cum leaked out of her, it dropped into the bottom of the cup. I could only watch in fascination as she squeezed her Kegels, squirting out cum in little dollops.

When she was done, she lifted the glass to inspect the creamy goo covering the bottom. She gave me a wink when I shot her a questioning look.

“For later.”

With that, she turned, and I watched another great ass leave me after having drained my balls. Twice in one day. I hadn’t done that since college.

I envied the stamina of the young. They’d now been drinking and partying for the better part of the day and showed no signs of slowing down. They had taken a short breather to suntan in the afternoon, which led to one prolonged erection as I watched them rub each other down after taking off their bikinis. A smidge of guilt ran through me when I watched Layla and Ellie give Jaime a four-handed massage. Layla stood over Jaime’s face as she bent over to rub her massive tits while Ellie kneeled between Jaime’s legs and rubbed her inner thighs. My dick nearly exploded for the third time of the day.

I eventually had to retreat elsewhere, or I was going to start jerking off by the window watching those gorgeous tits and asses baking in the sun.

I stopped in the bathroom and got an intoxicating whiff of pussy when I opened my pants. I hadn’t washed since Christina had fucked me dry. Just the smell of her made my cock throb again.

I stripped down and jumped into the shower. A cold shower was probably what I needed, but I settled for warm. I lathered up and hummed to myself, remembering the blissful feeling of going raw in a sweet young thing like Christina.

The door to the bathroom opened suddenly.

“Um, sorry, occupied.”

“Oh good. I’ll join you.”

The British accent threw me, and it wasn’t until the door opened that I saw Ellie standing there, stark naked, about to step in with me. She smiled at me as she stepped close, her brown nipples already pressing into my chest.

“Thanks for making room. I do love showering together.”

“Um, hi, Ellie. This, uh, this isn’t usually how I shower.”

“Oh? Maybe you aren’t doing it right. Here, try this.”

She turned and rubbed her perky ass against me, my cock wedging between her perky globes.

“See? It’s so convenient when you need a quick bum fuck.”

I didn’t know what their game was, but I really didn’t care. I grabbed her hips and pushed myself against her, sliding my cock between her cheeks.

“There you go. Isn’t this great? But wait, it gets even better.”

She reached back and grabbed the base of my cock, angling it toward her bottom. The head slid along her slit, but then angled up against her rosebud. She pressed back with her hips, slowly loosening around me.

I’d never really done much anal before. Jan had never been big into it. We’d tried once, but she was too tight. This was completely different. It was still tight as hell. Tighter than anything I’d ever felt. But it was pliant and gave way under my hard cock.

“Ugh, that’s it. Get that cock in there. God, I love getting fucked there. Fuck me hard.”

I pulled her hips closer, forcing my cock deeper into her snug tunnel. The warm water washed over my back as I settled into her ass, my balls slapping her pussy.

“Come on, fuck me hard. Don’t worry, I like it.”

I groaned as I pulled out slowly. Her ass clung to my shaft as it pulled out. I kept going until only the head was still splitting her open.

“I said you can—”

She screamed as I rammed my cock back in. She braced against the shower wall as I pulled out slowly again.

“Fuck me! Yes! Just like that! Fuck my slutty ass!”

She screamed again as I thrust my entire cock back into her tunnel. It massaged me with every thrust. I loved watching her stretched hole tighten around my cock when I shoved it back in.

Ellie devolved into fervent screams and cries of passion as I pummeled her ass as hard as I could. If I didn’t go hard enough, she’d throw her hips back on the next thrust. I pressed her against the wall, her upper body pinned to it as I pistoned into her until she was raw. She screamed in delight as I throbbed and deposited my cum in her ass.

“Ah, that’s it,” she cooed as I held her against the wall, my cock still spurting into her. “Fill me up. I love how hot your cum feels in my ass.”

I let her ass squeeze around me and wring the last of my cum from me. I sighed, feeling a pound lighter in my balls.

“Be a dear and grab that cup over there, would you?”

At this point it was morbid fascination as to what they were doing with this. I handed her the cup and slowly pulled out of her ass. When I did, she positioned the cup under her as my cum bubbled out and plopped into it. The clean white liquid gathered along the bottom as she dug out the rest, driving her fingers into her winking hole to scoop some more out.

“Let me guess. For later?”

“Yep.”

At this point, I just had to know. What the hell were they up to?

I gave up trying to hide that I was watching them. At this point, even a blind man would know. I’m sure the girls intentionally stretched or licked drinks from each other’s tits just to mess with me.

Around the late afternoon Ellie disappeared back into the house while Jaime was led to a chair and blindfolded by Christina and Layla. The music was turned off, and I could barely make out what they were saying.

“Alright Jaime. We’ve worked hard to stump you on this one. Your task is to determine ... which girl collected the sample, and how.”

My jaw dropped when Ellie emerged with a tray holding three cups of goopy white liquid. Layla took one and placed it in Jaime’s hand.

Jaime brought the cup to her nose and sniffed like she was testing out expensive wines. She swirled it around and breathed in deeply. She then brought the cup to her lips and slowly poured the gooey substance into her mouth. She licked the inside of the cup before swishing it around in her mouth. She smacked her lips a few times.

“I’d recognize that taste anywhere. That’s Christina’s pussy, right there.”

The girls cheered.

“That’s one!”

They handed her the next. She repeated the process but giggled at the taste.

“Oh, Ellie. How thoughtful of you to wash up. But I know that ass when I taste it.”

“Oh drat, I thought that would fool you.”

The last cup followed suit again.

“Well, by process of elimination, I’m going to say that it’s Layla. But not ass or pussy. That leaves mouth, tits, or hands and feet. It’s not like you to pass up the taste of cum, though. This would have to be ... mouth.”

The girls cheered as Jaime pulled off her blindfold.

“Can’t fool me, you nasty sluts. I know what all your holes taste like.”

“But! Here is the bonus question. We had time to prepare this for you. So, who’s cum was it?”

Jaime pondered, her chin between her thumb and index finger. “Was this all from one man? No mixing?”

“Just one man,” Ellie said in a sing-song voice. “All in one day, too.”

“One day? What a stud. Hmmm. And I know him?”

“Oh, I’d say so,” Christina answered with a smirk.

“I know! Mister Douglas from across the street.”

“Nope! We got ourselves a stud much closer than that.” The girls snickered as Jaime eyed them suspiciously. “It was your dad!”

Jaime’s eyes went wide. “You nasty little sluts! I never would have guessed that.”

“He’s got a nice and thick cock, too. So much better than Layla’s dad’s.” Christina giggled as she held up her fingers a few inches apart.

“What can I say?” Layla shrugged. She stuck a finger into one of the cups, gathering the remaining cum on her finger before sticking it in her mouth. “Daddy just isn’t built to hit those deep spots.”

The poolside burst into laughter.

I slowly sank into the chair. My mind was filled with nothing but images of Jaime chugging my cum and licking her plump lips.

Bedtime Visit

I spent the rest of the evening trying to process what I’d seen by the pool. I knew my girl was ... free ... from a lot of inhibitions, but I didn’t think she was such a slut.

I winced and chided myself. She wasn’t a slut. My girls weren’t sluts. They were just expressing themselves. They’d all settle down eventually. Jaime was getting married, so she was just getting the last of it out of her system.

The music continued well into the night. I figured that I had fulfilled my role in this party as the girls only gave flirty winks whenever they saw me. I didn’t really mind though. At my age, three times was plenty.

Somewhere around midnight I waved to Jaime from the kitchen to signal that I was going to bed. She signaled to wait and then came bouncing indoors.

“Daddy, are you already turning in? You didn’t even do a nightcap with us.”

“Oh, uh, sure, I guess I could do that.”

Jaime called the girls in, and I got another up-close and personal view of those tight bodies crowding around.

“Alright girls. Daddy’s heading to bed. Let’s finish the night with a toast.”

“Thank you, mister Michael,” Layla said in that satin voice of hers. She kissed my cheek, her soft tits squishing against my chest. “You tasted so yummy.”

Ellie gave me a big hug, her hips griding on mine for a bit. “Thanks for having us. I hope we didn’t trouble you too much.”

Christina wasn’t playing it nearly as coy as the others. She pulled my head down for a kiss and jammed her tongue down my throat. Her huge tits pushed into me, nearly causing me to stumble back.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she whispered in my ear as her hand stroked my groin. “Daddy.”

“Alright you sluts, off daddy.” Jaime pulled me out of Christina’s grasp and wrapped me in her own hug. She placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Thank you, daddy.”

I cleared my throat as she let go. I was sure she had felt my erection pressing against her stomach, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she handed me a shot of tequila.

“Here, daddy. You remember how to do this, right?”

“I’m not that old, baby.”

“Good. Then, as father of the bride, you’ll be taking the lime from me.”

I blinked in surprise she sprinkled salt on her neck and stuck the lime in her mouth. I glanced over at the others, only to find Ellie already tipping her shot back and diving into Layla’s mouth for the lime.

Christina gave me a gentle push. “Come on, daddy. Your little girl is waiting.”

I was on autopilot as I licked the salt from Jaime’s slender neck. She giggled as my tongue ran across her skin. I threw my head back and emptied the shot into my mouth.

I paused, inches from Jaime’s face. She smirked as best she could with a lime wedge in her mouth.

Her fingers ran through my hair as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Tequila mixed with the salt and lime in her mouth, our tongues swimming in the mixture.

She forced the liquid back into my mouth. She stepped back, her eyes flashing with mirth. I swallowed as the girls hooted.

“Don’t forget your water, daddy.” Christina handed me a cup, her lips close to my ears again whispering softly and tickling the fine hairs of my neck. “You’ll need to stay hydrated. I’m a needy little slut.”

I was somewhat disappointed that night when Christina hadn’t shown up. To be fair, they had continued drinking and dancing after I’d retired.

I needn’t have been too disappointed though, because I woke up in the pitch black of night with a warm sucking sensation playing over my cock.

I groaned as I slowly roused myself. Those soft lips slipped further down my shaft, closing tightly near the base, the tip bumping against the back of her throat. I fully opened my eyes as I sank deeper yet, squeezing past the tight barrier bumping against the tip. Her lips sucked wetly at the base of my cock, her tongue running along my balls. She didn’t make a sound as her head lightly bobbed there.

I ran my hands through her hair. The silky strands slipped through my fingers. I rubbed her scalp at the back of her head. I thrust against her lips, the pressure building slowly in my balls.

She pulled back, gasping and chuckling at my disappointment.