Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc.
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Daddy Finds a Friend

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
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climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
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we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Daddy Finds a Friend - (dadfinds.txt) - It's too wicked to fuck
your daughter. Then what about her friend? You know, the one that
doesn't think she'll ever find a man. That's like a good deed or
something, isn't it? M/F, anal, oral, inc.



	"I'm sorry you're so mad," Emily said nervously.
	"It's not that. It's not you. It's not your fault," Cindy said
grudgingly. "It's just..."
	She let it hang and Emily was loathe to disturb her dudgeon. They
sat in loaded silence for some time. Cindy finally felt the pressure to
speak.
	"I thought it was a joke at first. Something to make me upset so
he could laugh," Cindy said. "I didn't think he was serious."
	"I don't really want to," Emily said supportively. "Just tell him
that."
	"You don't? Really?" Cindy was looking carefully at her friend
as she questioned her. "You're not interested at all?"
	"Not if it makes you mad," Emily said, shifting uncomfortably.
"It's kind of icky anyway."
	"It's not your fault," Cindy said again. "You're not the one I'm
mad at. And... I don't know how I feel."
	"I don't know why he'd want me anyway," Emily said pensively.
	"Now there you go," Cindy snapped her head around, "That's one
reason why I told you in the first place. You're not ugly or weird and
you need to get that stuff out of your head."
	"Oh sure," Emily sighed, "That's why the boys fight to ask me
out."
	"Well, they're lining up for me," Cindy said sarcastically,
looking around at the deserted hall.
	"Only because you shoot down anyone that has the balls to talk to
you," Emily said. "They're afraid of you now."
	"And they probably think we're lesbians," Cindy sighed. "That
could be why no one asks you."
	It was simpler than that and they both knew it. Emily was not
unattractive, just rather unavailable. If she wasn't lost in bookish
endeavors, she was with Cindy.
	However that might support rumors they had a thing going, neither
of them thought it was seriously believed. Emily never made the offer.
She was insular and in her own way as forbidding as Cindy.
	It was the one reason Cindy brought Emily the offer in the first
place. In her heart of hearts, Cindy knew it would be good for her
friend. It was her own feelings of rejection that had her in a mood.
	"Would you be there if I did?" Emily asked timidly after the
pause for reflection.
	Cindy looked at her carefully. She sensed the shift in Emily's
thought. She took a deep breath to get her own emotions under control.
	"Would you want that?" Cindy asked, trying to keep her tone
neutral, "Wouldn't you want privacy?"
	"How private can it be if you're dad's there?" Emily said. "And
you know him. I'd feel better if there was someone I know there as
well."
	Cindy felt the shift. They were negotiating terms. Emily hadn't
agreed, but it was only a matter of time. Cindy had to examine her
feelings again. It was strange enough knowing what her father intended.
It was hard to accept that he could want anyone else. Now Emily was
asking her to watch while her father was with another woman.
	"Don't you think you'd feel weird with me watching?" Cindy asked.
	"I'll feel weird anyway," Emily said. "I would in any case, with
anyone. I think a friendly face would be comforting. Support, you know."
	And there was the crux of it. It wasn't Emily's fault. Emily was
her friend. How much sense it made was the reason Cindy had mentioned
it in the first place. And still, she felt resentment.
	It was fine and all for Emily, but what about her? Cindy knew
she was being petty, but it was a big deal. It was obviously her
friend's good balanced against her jealousy and Cindy knew it would be
selfish to put herself first, but if she didn't, who would?
	Her father had no difficulty pushing her aside for a new girl.
Cindy felt abandoned.
	"Then when will you come over?" Cindy asked, swallowing her
resentment.
	"I didn't say I would," Emily recoiled and then sighed, "yet."
	"But we both know you're thinking about it," Cindy said. "And
you'd say yes if you weren't afraid. It's not a mystery."
	"But I am," Emily protested. "I don't know if I can do it. It's
scary. And..."
	Emily let it hang until Cindy realized she wasn't going to finish.
	"And what? You'll have to be naked?" Cindy accused.
	"No," Emily said quickly, "He's your dad. I know how you feel. I
don't want to make you mad at me."
	"You're not the one making me mad," Cindy admitted. "And it's not
even him doing it. It's that he wants to and that's already happened.
Oh, I don't know."
	"Isn't that what all boys want?" Emily asked.
	"Yeah," Cindy agreed, "But I thought he was special. I though I
was special."
	Cindy was surprised when Emily began to laugh. She looked at her
friend questioningly.
	"I'm sorry," Emily said, trying to regain control, "But you
sounded so serious. "You are special and you know it. Your father dotes
on you. You know you get away with way more than you should. He spoils
you because he loves you. I'm just a piece of meat to him. It doesn't
mean anything."
	Cindy was prepared to argue Emily's worth, but her words made
Cindy stop to think. It did sound better if she told herself it was
just not getting her way this time. She could think of all the times
she did and it didn't seem like such a big deal.
	It wasn't really a solution, but it was a way to deal with her
unruly feelings. And she'd have to get used to it, if not now,
sometime. She knew her father wouldn't be exclusive forever.
	"You won't feel like a piece of meat with Daddy," Cindy said
brightly. "I mean, if you decide you'll do it."

	Bill Keller was making no secret of his intent. He was wearing a
polo shirt, loose pants and nothing else. Everyone involved knew why
Emily was coming over to 'study'.
	He saw no reason to make a drama out of it. Emily would be
nervous enough without undue delay. His cock had been hard in
anticipation for the last hour.
	"Hello, Emily, nice to see you," he greeted the teen, offering
his hand.
	They didn't need to shake hands, but Bill wanted to gauge how
nervous the girl was. She was a study in stiffness as he took her hand.
He guessed she was tensed so she wouldn't shake.
	"Hello, Mr. Keller," Emily said. "I... ah..."
	"That's all right," Bill finished for her. "It's okay to be
nervous, but you have nothing to be afraid of. We'll make it fun.
You'll see." 
	"Now, Cindy, what do you say?" Bill turned to his daughter,
"Should you take Emily up and show her your room?"
	"All right, Daddy," Cindy said.
	Bill could see she was subdued. He'd talked and talked, explained
 and reiterated, but Cindy still hadn't accepted it. He guessed he
could see why, but it puzzled him that she seemed more upset about
her friend than she had been when it appeared he was going to fuck his
ex-wife.
	Cindy hated his ex and she liked Emily. It didn't make sense to
Bill.
	"That's my dresser, my lamp, and that's the bed where you're 
about to do it," Cindy was telling Emily in her room upstairs.
	Emily giggled nervously at Cindy's breezy manner.
	"It's nice," Emily managed, setting off complementary giggles.
	"Well," Cindy said, taking a deep breath, "I think we're supposed
to get you ready."
	"You too?" Emily asked timidly. "Will you take off your clothes
too? Then I won't feel so alone."
	It was a bit weird. Not so much being naked, but that Emily
wanted it. It was just a feeling and not such a bad feeling at that,
but something about it was strange.
	Cindy felt it like the alertness of being wakened by a strange
noise. She didn't think it was anything, but she was still,
metaphorically, listening as she and Emily took off each other's
clothes.
	It was no better and certainly no worse as they reached around
each other to open their bras. They knew what was there with an
accuracy many boys claimed and few possessed, but there were still
sighs of discovery as the lacy garments came away.
	Emily looked wistfully at the fuller, round firm breasts of her
friend. Cindy noticed a brown spot on the lower outside curve of
Emily's left breast, which was the only defining feature of the bumps 
that were just showing the promise of curve.
	They giggled nervously as they reached for each other's
underwear.
	Emily stared determinedly into Cindy's eyes as they lowered the
undergarments and triggered the alertness anew. So what, Cindy told
herself to shake off the feeling. Emily might have a girl crush on me,
so what?
	She felt sneaky and somehow illegal as she snuck a peek at
Emily's crotch. She meant only to glance, but she started and gave 
herself away. She couldn't help it. She knew Emily was older than that,
but her mons was shaved baby naked.
	"It makes me feel all sexy under my clothes," Emily said
sheepishly when she saw where Cindy was looking.
	"Well, it is sexy," Cindy said to cover her embarrassment at
being caught.
	"Yours too," Emily said automatically to be polite.
	Cindy hadn't noticed Emily looking and that raised a flag, but
before they could examine these newly aroused or long concealed
feelings, Bill strode into the room.
	"Looks like I've got to catch up," Bill said, pulling up the
polo shirt.
	Now Emily's look at Cindy held only panic. She hardly paused at
the shock of being naked and went straight to wary interest in Bill
taking off his shirt. That a man had seen her naked seemed almost
inconsequential faced with the prospect of seeing a man naked.
	She dipped a bit as Bill dropped his pants. Her knees wanted to
give way when she saw his hard cock pointing at her, but she caught
herself before she fell. She stared unabashed at the pillar of cock
bobbing at his groin.
	"That's... That's bigger than I thought," she mumbled.
	"It's not as big as it looks," Cindy said to soothe her friend.
"It's just the right size."
	"Why thank you, honey," Bill said graciously, "but I'm sure Emily
won't believe you until we show her."
	It was too late to run and Mr. Keller had already seen her naked.
Emily processed those thoughts as he approached. She was seeking an 
excuse not to flee. She had to steady herself because her insides had
turned to goo.
	"Why, you're shaking," Bill said with no hint of surprise as he
put his arm around Emily. "That won't do. We'll have to do something to
calm you."
	Cindy noted every 'we' her father used. It felt like inclusion.
He might be about to fuck another woman, but he was including her in
the process. It didn't satisfy her, but it made it seem like he was
trying.
	She wasn't invited to join them on the bed as Bill picked Emily
up and lay her down.
	"There, there," he was saying, stroking her hair as if trying to
stop her crying.
	"It's going to be all right. It's going to be great!" he said
to encourage her.
	Emily smiled wistfully at him. She put out her hand hesitantly to
touch his face. Bill let his hand slide down to her shoulder and then
along her arm to encourage her exploration.
	Cindy was suddenly aware she had nothing to do. She was standing
by the bed naked while her father made love to her friend. She felt
distinctly awkward.
	Bill leaned down to kiss Emily. His hand trailed along her body
to her hip. His other arm went under her to lift her. He felt her relax
a little in his arms.
	Cindy went and sat at her dressing table. It would be rude to
leave when she'd said she'd be there for Emily, but that was what she
wanted. She didn't want to watch.
	"This is going to be so good," Bill told Emily encouragingly.
"You're a great kisser."
	He began to stoke her breasts. Emily was restless, shifting on
the bed. She froze when her movement made her belly brush Bill's
hard-on. Bill swooped down her kiss her nipples and pull the offending
erection away.
	He didn't need her worrying about that. She should be much more
excited before she thought about it again. To that end, moved his hand
from Emily's hip between her legs. He began to massage the naked flesh.
	"Oooo," Emily purred. "That feels good, Mr. Keller."
	"Call me Bill," Bill said automatically. "After all, we're going
to be friends. Close friends."
	Emily giggled. It was the first sign some of her nerves had
eased.
	'We're going to friends. Close friends.' Cindy mouthed to herself
as she scowled into her mirror. Her face looked funny even to her, but
there was no change in expression. She, despite herself, caught the
reflection of the two on the bed. What did she have to smile about?
	Emily was squirming now. She was seeking out Bill's hard-on to
feel it poke into her thigh. She needed some introduction before he
put that thing in her.
	"Now this is going to hurt a little," Bill advised when Emily was
sufficiently aroused.
	"I'm not a virgin," Emily said argumentively.
	"Not technically," she wilted a bit under Bill's surprised look.
"I don't have a cherry. I kinda tore it when I was messing around."
	"Well, it still might seem uncomfortable at first," Bill revised.
"I was going to assure you it gets better."
	Cindy hated herself. She didn't want to. It was stupid. But she
couldn't tear her eyes away from her mirror. At least she didn't give
in to the urge to turn and look right at them as her father got between
Emily's legs.
	She didn't want to see, but she had to watch. People were having
sex right there across the room. It was complicated. She watched in 
the mirror until she saw her father thrust and Emily's knees jerk up.
	"Ow! It still hurts," Emily complained.
	"It's just because I'm a little bigger than when you play," Bill
said in short half breaths. "It'll get better."
	Cindy surrendered. She couldn't maintain her anger to remain
turned away. She turned to watch as her father fucked Emily. She needed
to see it, she rationalized.
	She wondered if that was all there was to it when her daddy was
fucking her. It felt like so much more was going on when his cock was
in her. From where she sat, it was pretty mundane. His ass was going 
up and down and Emily's legs were moving a bit. It didn't look like
so much.
	"It's better now," Emily moaned.
	"It gets even better," Bill huffed as he stroked his cock into
the virgin-tight teen.
	Well, that's something, Cindy thought as she watched her father
spread his knees and plow into Emily with more feeling. She had a
better view of his cock disappearing into her friend and the sight was
making her antsy.
	They're having their fun, Cindy told herself as her hand crept
between her legs. She tried not to think about anything as she stroked
herself. It was not conducive to admit she was excited by watching her
father with another woman.
	"Oh! Mr. Keller!" Emily warbled as Bill fucked her faster.
	He didn't bother to correct her this time. He was too busy
ramming his cock into her. She was very responsive, as quick as Cindy,
and he wanted to make her cum while his own climax was some ways off.
	He had only a misty idea of what he'd do after that, but he
wanted to make Emily cum. He had that much pride.
	"Oh yes! Oh yes! Don't stop!" Emily cried out, all vestige of the
timid teen lost in the furor of fucking.
	Bill felt her squirming and thrust harder. She was going to have
a big one. It was as much as he could muster at the moment. The tight
pussy was taking its toll and he didn't know how much longer he'd last.
	It was longer than Emily. The squirming became a series of reflex
jerks. Bill kept pounding his cock into her as she floundered in his
arms. Like aftershocks, she jerked randomly after the first commotion
as Bill kept stuffing his cock in her.
	"Do what you want! Do what you want!" Emily pleaded in a near
whine, "You can do anything to me."
	Suddenly, Bill remembered they hadn't discussed Emily's
preparation. The lapse sent a chill down his spine. Did he dare
ejaculate into Emily? Would that lead to more trouble than he could
wriggle out of?
	There wasn't time to ask. Bill regretfully solved his dilemma
by pulling out. His cock bobbed on the brink as it waved over Emily's
belly, but it didn't spurt. Emily made a wail of despair.
	"What's wrong?" she asked.
	"I didn't know. I forgot to ask," Bill said in an
uncharacteristic jumble, "Are you safe? On the pill or something? I
didn't know if I could, you know, take the chance."
	"Well, that's a good boy," Cindy said with a bit of edge from her
seat at the dressing table.
	She was a bit misty herself, having jilled herself off as Emily
was cumming, but she was recovering herself. She got up to survey the
damage without a clear motive. It was only looking down at her father's
cock ready to pop that the idea came to her.
	"I'll solve it," she said with a wink at Emily.
	Bill was looking at her with concern and confusion as she walked
up. He got it when she dropped down. It hadn't occurred to him, not
in the least, but he wasn't going to grouse when Cindy slid her mouth
over his straining cock.
	It took about ten seconds before Bill gasped, Honey... and then
could hold it no longer. Cindy never had any intent of pulling away
and kept bobbing determinedly as the cum pumped out into her mouth.
	In some part of her mind, she was claiming the sperm that was
rightfully hers. In a more prominent portion of her head, she was
showing both of them who was in control. They might have started
something, but she was finishing it. That made her feel better on
many levels.
	"I'm safe," Emily said in a small voice when Cindy sat up wearing
a cum-dripping grin. "The doctor says there's something wrong down 
there."
	"But it means I can fuck all I want," she added brightly, to fend
off the looks of pity she feared.
 	"Then we'll know," Bill said, seeing Cindy flinch and not adding,
"next time."
	"It was great, Mr... I mean, Bill," Emily said to the dip in the
conversation. "I've never felt so good."
	"Well, you can thank Cindy," Bill said to Cindy's puzzled look,
"She's told me all about you and I couldn't help noticing that this is
one thing that was missing from a, shall we say, full and fulfilled
life."
	"You mean I never get laid?" Emily said boldly. "Well, it takes a
boy and none are interested."
	"Because they're fools," Bill said graciously. "When you look at
them, just remember what they're missing. They don't even know it.
Shows what they know."
	It was Bill being his charming self and Cindy granted what it
was doing for Emily, but she still balked at him being charming to
someone else. She knew, better than before, that she was being selfish,
but she still felt miffed.
	"I bet it's Cindy's turn now," Emily said.
	It was the measure of their friendship that Emily felt Cindy's
mood. They had been over it and over it without resolution. Emily was
taking a stab at a possible solution. Both Kellers stared at her.
	"I mean, I don't want to intrude. I don't want to hog you,"
Emily explained herself.
	"Do you want to watch?" Cindy asked Emily, ignoring Bill.
	"That's up to you," Emily said quickly. "I will if you want and
won't if you don't."
	"What about you?" Cindy asked again. "Do you want to watch or are
you just being polite?"
	"I'd like to help," Emily blurted out and then blushed. "But that
wasn't right of me to say."
	Bill, who had been poised on his knees in the aftermath of
cumming in Cindy's mouth, sank down to sit on his heels. He looked at
Cindy's expression of consternation and delicately entered the
conversation.
	"What do you envision doing to help?" he asked.
	"I don't know," Emily demurred.
	"Come on, you must have had some idea," Cindy demanded.
	"Well, I thought I'd touch you both, kiss you both, you know,
make everything hotter for you," Emily finally admitted.
	"Would you like to start with Cindy and then I'd join in?" Bill
asked, putting words to a suspicion, or hope, he had.
	Both girls looked at him dumbfounded. That was their expressions.
How much was put on, only they knew. Cindy was properly shocked that
her father had gotten the same impression that was playing in her head.
She wasn't sure enough to ask and now dreaded the answer.
	"I... I don't think that would work," Emily said cautiously.
	"I mean, I like you a lot and all," she said to Cindy, "And maybe
I've thought about it, or something, but I don't know if that's how I
really feel or just some wicked fantasy."
	Cindy relaxed. She'd felt just like that about Emily - sometimes.
Two raving lesbians out to show the world! Only it was for the shock
on people's faces and not some deep desire to munch pussy that made
her feel that way.
	But there was also the desire she didn't dare look at. Cindy knew
she'd felt a stir and feared that it was linked to a desire to munch
pussy. That's why she ignored it. She didn't want Emily to freak out.
	"Then maybe you should both suck my cock together," Bill said to
ease the tension.
	Cindy gave him a look. Typical. Only she didn't feel the
resentment she had before. Somehow, being invited to suck his cock with
a friend seemed like a harmless lark and not the dire threat of him
choosing someone else.
	Her resentment had faded anyway. She still had it in case it
became useful in a later argument, but the sharpness of her discontent
had gone away when she saw her father was still the same after fucking
Emily. He hadn't abandoned her, at least not for more than the time
it took to fuck Emily. He was being inclusive, not reductive.
	"You'll have to show me how," Emily said timidly to Cindy.
	"Oh don't worry," Bill said jovially, "You can't do it wrong. And
Cindy will be there. Everything will be fine."
	Cindy's bed was a little small for the three of them, but Bill
thought a move would be dangerous to the mood. You could as easily call
it cozy, he decided and decided to call it that.
	It certainly made for a pile of girl on his legs as the two bent
over him and shared his prick. He piled up Cindy's pillows so he could
watch as they passed his cock back and forth, Cindy doing the sucking
and Emily making tentative forays.
	He had plenty of time to enjoy the show. It was going to be some
time before their efforts became effective. Emily might even get the
hang of it before he was ready.
	He thought over the process that had Emily squatting naked on
one leg and Cindy on the other. He hadn't been sure Cindy would
actually extend the invitation. He didn't miss her mood; he ignored it.
She didn't voice her opinion, so he felt justified.
	Obviously, the idea was not so repugnant to her. She must have 
seen the sense in letting Emily share because Emily was sucking his
cock. He was gladder of it for Emily's good than for his own. He had
Cindy to see to his needs. He didn't need Emily, but it didn't hurt,
and she'd been grateful.
	A more cynical man might see the danger in adding too many
offenses to his risk, but Bill felt safe. He trusted Cindy's judgment
in her friends. He didn't see how anyone could betray his sweet little
girl.
	Cindy showed no sign of her previous pique. She was tutoring
Emily in cock sucking. She'd demonstrate a move and then push Bill's
cock over for Emily to repeat it. They were working on his hard,
revived cock for a bit before Emily spoke up.
	"He's ready to fuck you now," Emily observed. "It's my turn to 
watch."
	"He doesn't have to do that if he's ready to show you something
else," Cindy said, looking up into her father's eyes.
	"Like what else?" Emily said innocently.
	"My dear daughter is being a bit of a brat," Bill intervened.
"She's making a joke on you."
	"What joke?" Emily was still mystified.
	"There are other ways," Cindy said to try and reclaim altruism
before her father cast her as the villain.
	She scowled at Bill for being disloyal. She intended it as an
'in' joke between them. She didn't expect him to explain. At worst,
she expected him to shoulder the blame himself. It wasn't fair he felt
the need to come to Emily's rescue at her expense.
	"There's only two... oh!" Emily's eyes went wide with her mouth 
as she realized what Cindy was hinting at.
	"Or Cindy can take her turn like everyone expected," Bill said.
	"Do you do that?" Emily wouldn't let it go. "Do you want to do
that to me?"
	"Maybe I should demonstrate on Cindy - since she brought it up,"
Bill said.
	"No, no," Emily pushed between them, seeing how her friend was
reacting, "If I need to know, you should show me."
	Now it was out of control. It wasn't what Cindy meant at all.
Bill had escalated and now Emily was throwing herself on the figurative
grenade to keep peace. She never meant for Emily to sacrifice herself
for her.
	"I meant it as a joke," Cindy confessed.
	"She meant it to accuse me of being a meanie, but I wasn't
supposed to tell," Bill said. "I probably shouldn't have, but I guess
I am a meanie after all."
	"You're not!" Emily argued. "You were real nice with me."
	"But that doesn't mean you have to let him fuck you in the ass,"
Cindy said.
	"Maybe not," Emily said, "and it is your turn. But don't try to
protect me from anything. Do you do it?"
	Cindy sighed and nodded her head.
	"Then don't treat me like an invalid," Emily said self-
righteously. "When I get another turn, I want your... Bill, to show
me."
	This argument was only making Bill more eager. He might get to
tap Emily's virgin ass. He might get to fuck Cindy's. Worse case he
was going to fuck Cindy and that was hardly a tragedy. His cock
throbbed.
	"Then go ahead," Cindy said to both of them. "Get it over with."
	"No," Emily dissented, "It's your turn. He can do it after."
	"How, kitten?" Bill asked simply.
	Cindy was still shaking her head. Everything was getting away
from her since Emily butted in.
	"Jam it in my butt and see if she still wants it," Cindy said
rebelliously. "That ought to take the shine off of it."
	"Slippery or sticky?" Bill asked happily.
	Cindy wasn't falling for that again. "Slippery," she said.
	Bill left Cindy to explain the difference as he went to his room
to retrieve the tube. It was hotter than he ever imagined. Emily added
a dynamic he would have never guessed.
	Cindy was coming to that grudging conclusion herself. Having to
spar with Emily for rights to her father's cock was everything wrong
about the situation in the first place. At the same time, it was more
real. Before it was idyllic and all, but like a little girl's dream.
Contesting with Emily made it seem more adult.
	She didn't get to the part about greater risk yielding greater
reward because Bill returned with the lube.
	"Think it should be butt up, so Emily can see better?" Bill
suggested as a question.
	"If you don't want me on top," Cindy said dryly.
	"Should I... Should I touch it for you?" Emily asked as the
Kellers took their positions.
	"Why, you can spread the lube," Bill said cheerfully. "Not too
hard because you want that coating to remain."
	It was the other feature of high tech that it lubricated so well
application was a snap. Bill only had to drip the glide over Cindy's
asshole and give it a perfunctory rub to prepare her.
	He took longer than needed to enjoy the careful stroking of
Emily's hand. He didn't need the stimulation, but it made his blood
run hotter and that arousal signaled the end of his dallying.
	He was marvelously, rampantly, splendidly eager when he moved
forward to put his cock to Cindy's asshole. He had no particular plan
for entering. It seemed to flow naturally that he would push until
Cindy's ass surrendered.
	He was nearly as surprised as the girls when his first surge
pushed his cock through Cindy's asshole and buried half his cock in her
butt.
	"How?" Emily gasped in amazement. "It's so big but it went in
so... easy."
	"Not easy," Cindy groaned. "Just too fast."
	"It's the lube," Bill explained to Emily and apologized to Cindy.
"I just pushed and it went right in."
	"Then make it go in some more," Cindy said in a pinched tone.
"Finish it and let me catch my breath."
	Deciding Emily's education could wait, Bill responded to his
daughter's distress and pushed forward until his cock was buried in 
his little girl's ass. Her breath came out in a strained sound, filled
with "N"'s, but she held her butt up bravely for his thrust.
	"Now we wait a bit," Bill said for Emily's benefit. "Her muscles
will respond to the situation and conform accordingly."
	"Almost," Cindy gasped. "They'll open almost big enough. It's 
never easy."
	Bill was smiling. Even he wasn't sure whether it was because he
was likely to put the lie to her words or for the concern Cindy showed
for her friend. Concern was the best option. It was the selling point
of the lube that he could slide in and out of her ass with hardly any
effort. It was going to look easy whether Cindy felt it was or not.
	"Just say when you're ready," Bill said, anxious to show his own
concern in front of Emily.
	"Oh go on," Cindy grunted, lowering her body nearer the bed and
making her ass more available, "you know it doesn't take long."
	"But this part might," Bill winked at Emily as he put his hands 
on Cindy's hips and pulled back to stroke.
	"How does it feel?" Emily asked after she had watched Bill pull
nearly out and push his cock back to the root for a while.
	"Like he's shoving a telephone pole up my butt," Cindy huffed,
but then caught herself, "But it's not that bad. It's... I can't
explain. I can't explain now for sure."
	It did seem she had used what little breath she had in answering
Emily. She stopped to pant for a moment. Bill suspected it was to put
off other questions because Cindy was busy, but he could grant he
might have been thrusting into her ass with a bit more vigor as he
awaited her answer along with Emily.
	"How about you?" Emily turned her question to Bill. "How does it
feel for you?"
	"Special," Bill said. "It's a special sharing that makes me feel
Cindy is all mine and happy she's willing to give herself to me this
way."
	It wasn't exactly a rehearsed speech, tailored for the occasion,
but Bill was careful to express the romantic part and hold back the
rest. There wasn't anything about forcing an unwilling orifice or the
domination inherent in taking pleasure with little returned.
	Emily could make up her own mind about that when he had his cock
up her ass. Bill was looking forward to that like he never had with
Cindy.
	Emily was nice enough, but Bill didn't feel anything for her.
He enjoyed Cindy's ass well enough and part of it was the sense of
accomplishment he knew Cindy felt. That was a weak way to enjoy a
butt-fuck. Bill was looking forward to ramming his cock in Emily's
ass for the pure and normal joy of butt-fucking.
	She'd take it. She'd take it because he was giving it to her and
there was no escape. It was an animal thought, but the animal rutting
was part of the pure and normal joy of butt-fucking.
	"Daddy... can't you..." Cindy huffed in fragmented pleas.
	"You know I can," Bill said, understanding Cindy's desire for him
to finish, "And you know what I have to do."
	"Yes, Daddy," Cindy said, dropping her head onto the bed.
	Bill didn't look at Emily as he tightened his hands on Cindy's
hips and rammed into her. This part wasn't so romantic. He had to go
hard, fast and deep to make up for the lack of friction. There was a
certain amount of excitement to the seeming brutality, but it was
mostly the frenzied exertion.
	As to the brutality, Cindy was as insulated from it by the lube
as Bill was insulated from the friction. It did look horrible, though.
Emily could easily mistake it for an attack on Cindy's ass. Bill tried
to keep his mind on plunging into Cindy's ass and not think about
Emily's reaction.
	"Cum for me Daddy! Cum right up in my dirty little ass!" Cindy
begged as Bill pounded on her butt.
	It was rote and was effective. It was just the extra incentive
to Bill's furious fucking that it took to get him over the top. But it
wouldn't have worked earlier when Bill was thinking straighter. He had
to be caught in the fury of driving his cock into Cindy's ass before 
the words slipped past his recognition into the part of his brain 
that responded.
	"Oh Daddy! Squirt it! Squirt a lot!" Cindy rejoiced when she felt
Bill's cock jerking in her ass.
	With the rush of joy at the end of her ordeal came a real
satisfaction. Her main pleasure at turning up her ass for him was
feeling her daddy fucking her, an appreciation of his pleasure. That
spiked for her when she felt the proof of his arousal pumping into her
bowels. The confirmation pleased her enough to be called pleasure of
her own.
	"I don't know if I'm ready for that," Emily said as Bill slowly
pulled his cock out of Cindy's rectum.
	"It was Cindy's idea," Bill reminded her.
	Cindy rolled over gingerly. The lingering pinch in her abused
sphincters added to the sour look of her father's betrayal. He wasn't
siding with her at all. It wasn't fair.
	"It can be different," Cindy said. "Even with the new lube."
	"Well, I wasn't trying to convince anyone," Bill responded. "I
was just fucking my daughter in the ass. That's the way it usually
goes, isn't it?"
	"With the slippery," Cindy granted. "At least with me."
	"It's... It's just too big," Emily said, still horrified.
	Bill didn't say anything. He wasn't going to make a play to fuck
Emily in the ass. He was on the line with Cindy already and he didn't
think he was the one to convince her anyway.
	"It's not, but it's up to you," Cindy said when it became evident
Bill wasn't going to speak.
	"Then... I guess... What comes next?" Emily foundered around a
bit before she found the question.
	"I'd say a shower," Bill suggested.
	"Then... we're done?" Emily seemed disappointed.
	"We can see after we all take a shower," Bill said, making it
clearer he intended them all to squeeze into the shower together.
	Bill had ignored Emily's bald pussy out of deference to his
daughter's delicate mood, he hadn't missed it. In the shower he took
full advantage of examining it under the guise of soaping Emily.
	It was so pedophile, and that was disturbing to a man that fucked
his teen daughter, but it was an acceptable way to sublimate the urge.
Despoiling the innocent, the sacred and the pure has always been a 
powerful erotic urge. Paying homage without committing the crime made
Bill feel another session was in the offing.
	He was hindered not in the least when Cindy good-naturedly began
soaping Emily's chest while he was busy at her crotch. When Emily
turned and began to return the favor to Cindy, Bill was sure his cock
would shoot to erection.
	They became an unconcerned, equal-opportunity clan when they hit
on pressing their soapy bodies together and rubbing without regard to
who was stimulating whom. Bill had his share of two nubile teens 
rubbing against him and the girls had their share of rubbing together
while Bill rubbed on them.
	 They were only showering. It seemed the splash of water removed
whatever objections they had to exploration of each other. They might
cling to the excuse, but Bill could see they were getting erotic
stimulation from the contact.
	How would that go, Bill thought to himself. If they could lose
their prejudice, what dirty games could they play and what would be
his function as they played together?
	"He's getting hard again," Emily was the first to say it out
loud.
	"He's always worth more than two," Cindy scoffed at the
observation.
	"So what do we do?" Emily asked, hesitant to put forward a claim
for her turn.
	"You girls decide," Bill deferred. "We can stay right here until
you're happy as well."
	Neither of them missed the referral to their shower freedom. It
did, however, seem to chill the proceedings. They quickly decided they
had to dry off and then decide what to do with Bill's emerging hard-on.
	"It's your turn."
	"But he's your dad."
	"And I have him all the time."
	"Well... I feel funny about it."
	"As funny as the first time?"
	"Well, no... but... I guess if you insist."
	"But not in my butt!" Emily said as she accepted Cindy's
arguments.
	"You don't have to sit across the room disapproving this time,"
Bill said as they decided Emily's fate.
	"What is there for me to do?" Cindy asked sharply, her mind
jumping back to his insinuation in the shower.
	"You can make Daddy happy while he makes Emily happy," Bill said.
	It was with full appreciation of Emily's sense of danger that
Bill proposed he take her from behind. She couldn't help but think
about Cindy in the same position and entertain the doubt of Bill's
sincerity. A little nervous was good for excitement.
	"Not in my butt, okay?" Emily made one last plea as she got on
her hands and knees.
	"Not until you want it," Bill assured her, knowing she had no
faith in his words.
	Cindy was on 'touch Daddy' duty as he got behind Emily and 
dragged his cock up and down in the slit of her pussy. He hadn't been
very specific and was gratified when he felt Cindy move behind him and
press her warm body to his back. Her hands snaked around to his chest
as he readied to enter Emily.
	"Ooo!" popped out of Emily as he entered. "It feels different."
	Bill was no longer in instructional mode. He was more aware of
Cindy pressed to his back than his cock sliding into Emily in any case.
After all, it was his daughter squirming her breasts against his back
and massaging his chest. He left it to Emily to give a running
commentary.
	"It goes so much deeper, too!" Emily obliged.
	Bill bumped Cindy's groin as he pulled back. It took a bit of
unspoken negotiation before they found a common rhythm and began to
fuck Emily as one. Content with the co-operation, Bill finally
remembered what he was doing.
	He might not care so much about Emily, but that was no excuse to
ignore her. She needed a certain incentive to continue their games and
Bill knew there was much more playing possible.
	He bent, feeling Cindy bend with him and slipped a hand around
Emily's thigh. His fingers found the top of Emily's slot in the naked
skin between her legs and followed it down.
	"Oh geeze! Mr. Keller!" Emily gasped as his fingers moved over 
her mons, "That's too...!"
	It wasn't too anything. It was obviously just right as Emily
gulped and breathed hard. Encouraged by the instant reaction, Bill
drove more solidly into her. He let Emily's keens guide him to how
fast and how deep she needed his cock.
	Giving her incentive was going to be easy. She was squirming like
a worm on a hook and Bill could feel her climax rushing toward them.
	"More! Please!" Emily managed to gasp.
	Bill abandoned his harmonic with Cindy to answer Emily's need.
He pumped into her vigorously, making the slap against her rear match
Emily's own moans. Then she was vibrating and Bill went short and deep
while he let his fingers force Emily over the crest.
	He stopped when she did, fingers still and his cock buried to the
root in her pussy. Cautiously, he pulled back and resumed a slow
stroke.
	"Your fingers, they're too much," Emily managed to gasp as he
began to fuck her once more.
	"Then you'll have to get used to too much," Bill said, but moved
his hand back until it rested on a more neutral part of the shaved
pubis.
	Emily no longer protested as he moved his hand gently and stroked
slowly into her. It was the calm before another storm.
	Bill was edging up his speed when he felt Cindy desert him. For
a beat he paused, but then he felt her again, more to the side. It
was Cindy's hand that caused the stir as Bill felt her fingers slide
over his balls.
	"I'm doing it to him too, Emily," Cindy told her friend.
	Devil take the hindmost, Bill thought as he went back to fucking
Emily. It was indeed a duet being played on Emily as Bill turned back
to his task. His increase in energy was always urged up a bit by
Cindy's massage. Whatever force he meant to apply to his thrusts was
more as Cindy made his balls tingle.
	Emily was panting in passion as she built toward another orgasm
when Cindy made her move.
	"Brace for it, because it's coming!" Cindy warned her friend.
	Bill got no warning except the removal of her hand. Before he
could protest, he felt Cindy's hair on his thighs and then her tongue
on his balls.
	He lurched forward in surprise. Cindy was unrelenting. It took
presence of mind for Bill to move his hand in Emily's crotch. That was
about all he could manage as he drove into the kneeling teen at the
insistence of his daughter's tongue.
	Emily was yelling something, but Bill couldn't be bothered. He
had his own overwhelming details to consider and kept plowing into
Emily with incited determination.
	It seemed he was beset on all sides, but that was only an
impression as he slammed into Emily at the mercy of Cindy's tongue.
He wasn't aware of anyone coming off until he screeched as Cindy
added a finger in his ass and he began to pump powerful, painful spurts
of cum into Emily.
	"What did you do to me?" Emily accused as she lay on the bed
looking exhausted.
	"What did she do to me?" Bill answered, looking rather cross-eyed 
himself.
	Cindy popped up looking smug. She sat on her bed between them and
grinned.
	"You wanted the full treatment, didn't you?" Cindy asked Emily.
"I just made it happen."
	"At first she was licking my balls and then she shoved her finger
up my ass," Bill explained to Emily's puzzled look.
	"So it was both of you," Emily said with an unidentifiable
emotion.
	"He could have done it himself. I just made sure," Cindy said.
"You wanted to know how it can be, didn't you?"
	"Well, yes, but..." Emily started. "I guess there was no way to
be prepared for that. I guess I had to experience it to know."
	"And wasn't it grand?" Cindy enthused.

	"You seemed pretty pleased making Emily come off like that," Bill
observed, later, in bed.
	"In a nasty, dirty way, I guess I did," Cindy said. "It wasn't
pure altruism, though."
	"No. I got that," Bill said. "Nor was ramming your finger in my
ass. You had, as they say, issues."
	"Well, you were fucking another woman in front of me," Cindy
protested.
	"Then I guess we need to find you a boy to fuck in front of me
for revenge," Bill suggested. "Any candidates?"
	"You know I only want you, Daddy," Cindy said, curling into his
chest.
	"And I only want you, but that doesn't mean we can't use someone
else for meaningless pleasure," Bill said. "Think about this. What's
more fun that just fucking? It's fucking with other people and I don't
just mean sex."
	"Is that what it was with Emily?" Cindy asked.
	"Well, that was more like charity, or mercy, because she's your
friend," Bill said, "But that doesn't mean she can't be part of a pile.
She might like it. When you decide you're ready."
	"I guess as long as I have you..." Cindy granted.
	"Then you better get to work on finding that boy," Bill teased.
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